Not Necessarily True - Chapter 16, Reunion

After that day, I became more and more well-behaved, like a virtuous wife. I started to decline Wu Tao and Lu Yu's invitations, even if it was just for a meal. After a few times, they wisely stopped pursuing the idea of sleeping with me, and our relationship began to weaken into something like ordinary friends or colleagues.
Now I live almost entirely with Du Hui, though I still sleep with the children. Du Hui also comes home from work earlier, and we've started having dinner together more often.
I felt much calmer psychologically. Although my body didn't have the same strong desire for men as before, it wasn't completely devoid of them. One night, after about a month of sleeping alone, I suddenly felt a strong urge to have sex.
After leaving the children's room, I lingered outside Du Hui's bedroom door for a long time, wanting to knock several times but then pulling back each time. Finally, I just whispered from outside the door, "Du Hui, are you asleep?" There was no answer, which was probably the result I wanted. I turned and walked towards the children's room, took two steps, and heard the door open behind me.
Du Hui stood in the doorway looking at me with a calm expression. I didn't know what to say to him, but thankfully he spoke first, asking, "What's wrong?"
His words gave me courage, and I turned around again and went straight into Du Hui's room: "I...I..." I rarely spoke to him in this tone.
Du Hui laughed: "What's wrong? Why are you hesitating?" He closed the door, facing me, "Want me to talk to you?"
I shook my head and simply took off my clothes. When the clothes fell to the ground, I suddenly felt a little shy.
Seeing my expression, Du Hui seemed a little embarrassed: "Xiuxiu..." I don't remember when he started calling me that, "You... I know you... but, I can't..."
"Just give me a hug." I walked to the bedside, turning my bare back to Du Hui. "I just want someone to hug me."
Du Hui pressed himself against me from behind, his chest warm against me. I reached behind him and pulled down his underwear, then grasped Du Hui's penis.
We soon rolled onto the bed, and I greedily sucked on Du Hui's penis, trying to put as much of it as possible in my mouth. His reaction was also strong; he began to grip my breasts tightly. I twisted my body, yearning for the man, and my vaginal fluids flowed down my thighs like a burst dam.
When I deliberately spread my legs and exposed my genitals to Du Hui, I saw a look of hesitation in his eyes.
Even so, Du Hui still placed his erect penis on the entrance of my vagina, and then, as expected, he ejaculated, his semen drenching my labia. The feeling of disappointment left me at a loss.
Du Hui touched my foot, shook his head with a wry smile, and said, "I'm sorry, wife."
I rolled over, propped myself up with one hand, and used the other to smear Du Hui's semen from my labia into my vagina. Then I inserted my fingers, one, two, until the third finger was inside my vagina. I turned to Du Hui and whispered, "Spank my ass!"
Du Hui seemed to be stunned for a moment, then stared at my genitals, where my fingers were repeatedly going in and out. Then I saw Du Hui raise his hand and slap my buttocks hard.
With a sharp "smack," pain immediately spread throughout my body. The burning sensation on my buttocks acted like a shot of adrenaline, instantly triggering a surge of pleasure. I continued shouting to Du Hui, "Harder! Faster!"
This time, Du Hui didn't wait any longer. His slaps rained down on my buttocks. I tore at the tender flesh inside my vagina with my fingers while constantly thrusting my hips up and down. Soon, the pain replaced all other sensations, and at the same time, waves of pleasure surged through me. When I bit my lip and groaned, my mind went blank and my body went completely limp.
This was the first time I had ever experienced an orgasm through masturbation, and it happened after Du Hui slapped me.
After a brief moment of respite, I got out of bed, bent down to pick up my pajamas, and didn't dare to look at Du Hui's face again. I didn't understand why I felt a sense of shyness at that moment.
Seeing that I was about to leave, Du Hui said to me from behind, "Why don't you sleep here tonight?"
I stood there blankly for a long time with the clothes in my hand, but I still pushed open the door and went out. It wasn't that I didn't want to sleep next to him, but I felt that I didn't deserve it.
The next day at breakfast, when Du Hui asked me when I started to like being spanked, I felt a little awkward because Du Hui and I rarely talk about this kind of thing. It was the first time he had asked me about my feelings in this regard so proactively and so directly.
I thought about it for a long time before answering Du Hui: "It's probably a bad habit left over from being scolded by my mother when I was a child."
Du Hui's eyes widened: "Were you beaten when you were a child?"
I nodded. This was something I had never told Wang Bin: "You were so stubborn when you were little that your mother often beat you. You wouldn't believe it, would you?"
Du Hui laughed: "No one could have imagined this, right? You don't seem like the kind of disobedient child at all."
"You can't tell a lot from appearances." I chuckled. "Who would guess you'd be watching people have sex in the office?"
This time it was Du Hui's turn to feel embarrassed. He avoided my eyes and said, "This is probably what people call the quirks of rich people. Besides...aren't all men with problems psychologically abnormal?" He responded to me with self-deprecation.
"You're not even that weird," I muttered under my breath, reflecting on my own experience.
These words seemed to break down some barrier in Du Hui's mind. He looked at me and continued slowly, "This certainly doesn't count as perverted. Do you want to know about the more perverted things we've done?"
"You two?" I looked back at Du Hui. "You and Shen Tong?"
"Who does Shen Tong think he is?" Du Hui snorted. "He's not in my social class. I'm talking about some of my friends." He pronounced the word "friends" in a peculiar way, with a slightly contemptuous tone.
"A friend? I've met them before?" I pressed.
Du Hui shook his head: "I don't see those people much, especially after we got married. You probably wouldn't believe it, but even though I might not be considered your husband, I still treat you like my wife, especially after we had children..."
Hearing Du Hui say that, I suddenly felt a sense of warmth. However, curiosity still took over my mind, and I continued to ask Du Hui, "What kind of perverted things did you and your friends do?"
Du Hui was silent for a while: "We'll find some women for group sex, or sexually abuse them. You can imagine that scene as a performance or something. Of course, I'm just a spectator, and at most I'll just do some physical work."
I frowned. "A lot of people?"
Du Hui hummed in agreement: "The number of people isn't really important; the key is that the kind of occasion is unacceptable to ordinary people."
"Got it." I placed the spoon on the edge of the plate. "That's more exciting than watching Shen Tong mess around with women at the company, isn't it?"
Du Hui stared at me without saying anything more, probably because he didn't know how to answer my question.
While at work, I thought back to what Du Hui had said that morning, and it seemed quite interesting.
I believe that all women have sexual fantasies. I used to fantasize about being raped, gang-raped, and beaten by men. I'm not sure if this kind of fantasy is normal, but these thoughts have indeed repeatedly appeared in my mind. Of course, I stopped having these thoughts after having children, probably because I was too tired and didn't have time to fantasize about those messy things.
But what Du Hui said this morning took me back to a scene I had once designed: in a dimly lit corner, countless men were ravaging my body, and men's hands were constantly caressing me. I was like a rag doll, accepting everything the men gave me.
Fantasy is fantasy, but I know very well that my body can only handle two men at most. Every time I'm exhausted by Wu Tao and Wu Bo, I become completely powerless. If there's another one... I might die.
My phone rang, interrupting my reverie. It was my older sister calling. She told me that my college classmates were planning a get-together and asked if I had time. Of course I did, and besides, I really wanted to go back to school and see the place where I used to live.
Besides that, I also want to see Wang Bin, although he may not necessarily want to see me.
Afterwards, I briefly contacted a few classmates from university and learned from the side that Wang Bin went to another school for graduate studies after graduation, and returned to our alma mater to become a teacher after graduating with his master's degree. However, I still did not call Wang Bin because I did not know what I would say to him.
I had a great time during my few days back at my alma mater. My sisters, whom I hadn't seen for years, sat together and had endless things to talk about. But as I walked around the campus, I was still surrounded by a faint melancholy. A sense of unreality followed me everywhere. Places that should have been familiar always filled me with a strange sense of unfamiliarity.
The night I left school, I wandered alone by the lake. When I got to the bench, I felt a wave of weariness. I sat down and looked at the lake water ruffled by the wind. My hair brushed against my face, and I felt an urge to cry.
Footsteps sounded behind me, approaching the bench. I turned around and saw the backs of a man and a little girl. The little girl seemed to have just learned to walk, her small body slumping to the ground with each step. Her little hand was held in the man's big hand, and she occasionally giggled.
I quickly turned my head back to look at the water.
When I turned my gaze back, the man and the little girl had already walked away. I wiped away the tears that rolled down my cheeks and buried my head in my handbag.
I will never forget his image. Even though so many years have passed, I don't really expect to run into Wang Bin again. Although I've imagined more than once how I would say my first words to him after we say goodbye, if he were passing by alone, I might have called out to him. But alas...
I believe Wang Bin also saw the woman's lonely figure by the lake. Perhaps his daughter distracted him, or perhaps he simply didn't want to talk to me anymore, or... perhaps he had already forgotten what I looked like.
The next day I left school, took a plane back to my city, and only after leaving the airport did I regain my usual demeanor. I didn't go back to Du Hui's place. I put down my hand that was about to knock on Du Hui's door, turned around, took out my key, and opened my own room.
It was past midnight when I took off my high heels and walked back to my bedroom. Suddenly, I felt a little uneasy. It seemed like there was something in this room that didn't belong to me.
There was nothing different in the living room. I went into the bedroom to turn on the light. Just as my hand was on the switch, a strong smell hit my nose. Before I could scream, my mouth was covered, and then a rag-like thing was put on my face. After that, I knew nothing more.
When I woke up, I felt a little dizzy and everything was pitch black. I quickly realized that my eyes were covered and my hands were tied to my head and stretched straight up. I felt that I was still wearing the clothes I had worn when I came home, but I was not wearing shoes and could not fully touch the ground. My body was being pulled by ropes and I could only barely support myself on my toes. My wrists were tightly tied together and were very painful.
What's going on? I tried to recall what had happened before, the thief or... I wanted to shout for help, but when the strong smell of engine oil irritated my nose again, I suddenly realized that this couldn't be my home. What would be the use of shouting if this was the case?
Who is it? What do they want? Wu Tao's face flashed through my mind, and even Du Hui's image appeared. I hoped it was just a prank by one of them to tease me, and I prayed silently in the darkness.
Then I heard the sound of the door opening, a low scraping sound as the heavy iron door was pushed open.

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