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I continued my life, continued my sex spree. After Mi Lin, I hooked up with three or four more, some young women, some middle-aged. They were all fleeting affairs, nothing to brag about.
Only Ruan Lili appeared regularly in my life. Sometimes she would come over, but I wouldn't sleep with her, letting her watch TV or play computer games. Sometimes on weekends I would take her to play Dota with my college buddies. They would ask if she was my new girlfriend, and I would tell them she was born in the mid-90s.
She wanted me to play League of Legends with her, but unfortunately I was too old, neither in the mood nor the time to learn. I did sometimes watch her play; she was very manic when she played League of Legends. Sometimes she wouldn't even play the game, but would type and curse, insulting her opponents and teammates. After that, I stopped letting her play. She was unhappy and asked me who I was to her. I ignored her.
Time flew by, but it was uneventful. Then, on New Year's Eve, I hooked up with someone on WeChat. I was on duty that day, and out of boredom, I was shaking my phone on WeChat when I met someone named "Princess Qian".
I initially thought she was just another long-suffering, resentful woman, but she wasn't. She rambled on for a while before I finally understood: her new husband was going to Africa for aid work after the New Year, and she didn't want him to go, so they had argued on New Year's Eve. Aid to Africa—aiding Africa! That's a good thing; he'd earn more money than before, and he'd take care of her when he returned. And aiding Africa! That's a truly meritorious deed.
As I mentioned before, I'm a psychiatrist and occasionally do psychotherapy. So, like a caring older sister, I told her that her husband going to Africa didn't mean he didn't love her; on the contrary, it showed he loved her very, very much, which is why he wanted to strive for better opportunities. They were separated for a while, but they would have a long time to reunite later. Life is long, so why worry about being together every day? I also told her that men need support, especially from their women. If you make him unhappy on New Year's Eve, wouldn't he feel uneasy even in Africa? Finally, I praised her for her beauty, intelligence, and understanding nature.
In my opinion, "Princess Qian" would probably apologize to her husband after hearing my advice, and the two of them wouldn't have to hold a grudge. With such a beautiful night, they might even have some fun.
These things passed, and I didn't dwell on them. She did thank me later and often mentioned that her husband was preparing to go abroad, or that he had left the country that day. We always chatted at night because I had specifically created this WeChat account for hooking up, and I only logged in at night.
One night in March, she suddenly messaged me saying she missed her husband. I looked out the window at the full moon, a truly poignant occasion for longing. I sent her a picture of the moon, saying, "I send my sorrowful heart to the bright moon, carried by the wind to the west of Yelang."
She didn't reply for a long time, so I drifted off to sleep. The next day, I received a voice message from her saying she had received my WeChat message and was crying uncontrollably. She thanked me profusely and said I could contact her if I needed any help.
I was going to reply with, "Can I have sex if I want?", but her last sentence piqued my interest.
She was talking about her workplace, which, coincidentally, was my hospital. Based on the information she gave me—her husband was a colleague, they had just gotten married before the new year, she had only recently started working, and her ID—I had a general idea of who she was. My heart was pounding uncontrollably. I rushed to the hospital, anxiously checking the latest notices and announcements in the hospital's information system.
Finally, I found an announcement from over a month ago: "Aid workers embark on their journey to Africa with love." I clicked on it nervously, my heart pounding in my chest. It was him, it was her. I saw that unfamiliar name in the message, and it took me a while to recognize the person in the photo below. Yes, it was her husband.
Her name was Chen Qian, and she was my classmate in undergraduate studies. But she was in basic medical sciences, and I was in clinical medicine, so apart from a few elective courses, we didn't interact much. However, she was a beauty queen in our class, so it would be strange if I didn't recognize her!
To be honest, she wasn't stunningly beautiful. However, the quality of girls in our year was so poor it was almost unbearable, and she was definitely not bad-looking.
She wasn't the slender, graceful type; by ordinary standards, she was a little plump. She had a round face, a bit chubby, and you could say she always went for a sexy image. So, inevitably, she became the dream goddess of many male students in the clinical department. I was no exception.
I can't remember her husband's name, De. I only remember that on their wedding day, her friends had a banner that read, "Xixi's long hair reaches her waist, marrying Dede is perfect!" She wore a pure white off-the-shoulder wedding dress, her full breasts half-exposed, supported by a bustier. As an undergraduate classmate and colleague, I naturally attended the wedding and, taking advantage of the crowd, touched her butt.
If I hadn't known it was her, I probably would have just let it go, but since it was her… a wicked plan was boldly formed.
In our subsequent WeChat conversations, I deliberately changed my voice; cautiously reminded her about our long-distance relationship, suggesting she call to check up on us occasionally; forwarded some inspirational quotes about physical freedom; hinted that her biggest enemy was time, and all feelings would fade; and suggested she needed an outlet for her longing, otherwise it would fuel her resentment.
As I predicted, their conflicts increased. Once again, after he couldn't stand her endless phone calls and hung up, she messaged me on WeChat. She asked if he didn't love her anymore, and whether men were unreliable. I told her that
with the emperor far away, she needed to learn to let go, live her own life, and wait for him to return. Otherwise, they would only drift further apart. She said I was siding with men, so I swore that with such a beautiful wife, I would remain celibate for life to wait for her! I added that I believed her husband would do the same.
She said, "He definitely won't!" Yes, I certainly wouldn't either. She then asked me how I knew she was beautiful when I'd never even met her. I said, "Then you can send me a picture!"
She sent me a picture of her back. I naturally complimented her again, and finally said, "So beautiful, I need to go masturbate," and then ignored her.
She sent a WeChat message saying, "Seriously?" After waiting a while without a reply, she sent another one saying, "You didn't actually go masturbate, did you?"
Of course I didn't masturbate. I dragged the half-asleep Ruan Lili out of bed and had sex with her, making her complain, before going to sleep feeling smug. The next night, of course, I replied to her seriously that I was too tired from masturbating and forgot to talk to her.
She said I didn't respect her, so I cursed and swore that it was because she was too beautiful. I also poured out my bitterness of being single and unloved, asking her to introduce me to a girlfriend, someone half as beautiful as her. She said she
could try, and I said, "Good nights are short," and asked her to send another picture to comfort my lonely heart. I also instructed her not to show her face, so that if I couldn't help but masturbate, I wouldn't feel guilty towards her.
She probably sensed the flirtatious undertone in my words, but as the night dragged on, I was the only one listening to her woes, and she felt just as lonely as I was.
So, over the next month, one photo after another arrived, starting with close-ups of her upper body, then her breasts, then close-ups of her breasts in only a bra, then close-ups of her breasts without a bra; then to underwear, then to not wearing underwear, then to masturbating with props. Of course, there were also close-ups of her nose looking down, her bright red lips, her ample breasts. I reciprocated by taking pictures of my erect penis and sending them to her, sometimes just pictures of the semen stains on my hand.
One day, after we had teased each other with masturbation on WeChat, she typed and asked me, "Does this count as cheating?" Of course it does, I knew she wanted to see me. I replied, "I won't disturb your family, I'll only be there when you need me. If this makes things difficult for you, I'll never show up again."
For the next three days, she didn't contact me. I was incredibly anxious. Had I been too harsh? What if she succumbed to her desires and just found some gigolo? Wouldn't I have been working for someone else's benefit? I also created some drama, meeting her in person a few times. She seemed preoccupied. Thankfully…
on the fifth day, she finally messaged me on WeChat, saying, "I can't give you anything. When he comes back, I'll leave you. I just can't bear to wait for him alone."
I replied, "I'll wait with you!"
After that, things unfolded naturally. She asked to meet me and wanted me to send photos. I said I'd keep it a little mysterious until we met. She asked if I was ugly. I said, "If I were ugly, would you reject me?"
She said no, that I was a good person. Good my foot! I replied, "I won't let you down!" Well, how could I be disappointed!
Our first meeting was at the "Orange Crystal Hotel." She originally wanted to invite me for coffee, but going for coffee would expose me. I naturally made an excuse to decline. She arranged the hotel; at this point, women become unusually proactive. All I had to do was prepare a surprise for her.
She went to the hotel early in the morning to wait for me, and I even bought a special phone card to call her. It wasn't even her original number! I remotely told her to wait for me while she showered, saying I wanted to hear her playing in the bathtub. She said, "You have so many quirks." I didn't comment.
When we got to the room, I hid behind the peephole and called for her to open the door. Just as she was about to open it, I stopped her and told her to take off all her clothes. She only had a towel wrapped around her body, but she hesitated for a long time. Finally, I coaxed and pleaded with her.
With a click of the door opening, I jumped out from behind the wall. She stood naked inside, her skin still steaming from the shower, her complexion fair and rosy. I had seen most of her body parts in photos, but seeing them together, especially with that face I already knew so well, was a first. I felt dizzy.
She was confused, then surprised, and then a little angry. She tried to shut me out, but I had already stepped inside. She called out my name, "Cao Yang!"
I feigned surprise, staring at her naked body in astonishment.
She nervously reached for the towel she'd just dropped, but I stomped on it, giving her no chance. I was already embracing her from behind. My penis was already erect in my pants, pressing against her naked genitals.
"No!" she tried to turn around, but I held her tightly. My penis rubbed against her buttocks; they were full and incredibly firm. She pulled her legs back and sat down on the floor.
I still held her, sitting down too, my hands already on her breasts, equally full and firm. She reached out and pressed my hand down. Her hands were soft and smooth, almost boneless. Thinking of the photos of her vagina she'd sent me before, I almost lost control. Today, I'll definitely fuck your pussy.
"Did you already know it was me?" she asked, trembling. "Yes!" I answered calmly. I'd thought about this for a long time, trying to figure out the best answer. I could pretend I didn't know, and then pretend we were mutually in love. But women are complex and troublesome! She'd already fallen for me a little. But I didn't want to marry her; I was only after her body.
Since that's the case, let her despise me, hate me, and fear me! However, after saying those words, I felt a pang of loss. I'd spent almost three months weaving such a beautiful picture for her. Two lonely hearts attracted to each other, finding joy in each other, finally about to break free from the shackles of morality, to be fearless for love. Why did it suddenly turn into a despicable man's elaborate deception and rape? Had
I walked in the shadows for too long, forgotten how to possess openly?
Silence, a terrible silence. A tear fell onto my hand, then another.
She turned around, hugged me, and pinned me down with her full body. She tore at my clothes; in her haste, the buttons on my shirt wouldn't come off. She buried her face in my chest and cried loudly. Was it for her depravity, or for my cowardice?
She called out "April," April being my WeChat ID. She cried, "I'm Qian'er, I'm Qian'er."
I didn't know how things had turned out this way. Where had the heartlessness I showed when I raped Ruan Lili gone? I held her head, kissing away her tears. I couldn't say anything. Should I tell her about the one-sided love I'd had since college? Tell her about the anxiety I felt when I found out it was her? Tell her how much I loved her, that everything I'd said before meant it? Tell her that if I could wait for her, I was willing to remain celibate for life?
I couldn't say it!
All my carefully honed flirting skills were forgotten. I just clumsily nibbled at her face, her nose, her lips. She responded passionately; she tore my shirt; my belt cut her hand. I held her hand tenderly, unsure what to do.
She used her other hand to unbuckle my belt, and I was finally completely naked. We embraced, her breasts pressed against my chest; my penis nestled between her legs; my arms wrapped around her back under her armpits; her hands clutched my head.
“We’re even!” she said slowly, staring into my eyes. “Did you come here just to make me hate you?”
I didn’t speak. She shook my head, then burst into tears again: “Tell me, tell me, say you love me, don’t make me hate you!”
That “I love you” remained unspoken. That night of passionate lovemaking felt like it had drained all my life force.
Chapter Seven, Epilogue.
Chen Qian chatted with me on WeChat as if nothing had happened. When we met at the hospital, she acted like a stranger. But when we went to a hotel, it was like the first time we met—a relentless, tumultuous relationship. We interacted in three completely different ways. I kept my promise: to appear when she needed me, or to leave.
Every time, I wanted to shout “I love you!”
But every time, I couldn’t bring myself to say it.
I was afraid she would leave, but I didn’t dare try to stop her.
Fate played a cruel trick on me again. Of course, not the last time.
One Friday in June, the outpatient clinic was nearly empty. A woman in a dress pushed open the door and walked into the consultation room. I looked up, quite surprised. It was the same woman who had passed by downstairs in just a wool coat. If it were before, I would definitely have tried to get close to her, but now…
I sized her up; she hadn't changed much since last autumn. She was well-maintained, but up close I could still see wrinkles around her eyes. “Hello, how can I help you?” I asked.
“Doctor, it's like this.” She probably saw I was young and tentatively considered whether to continue. I waited quietly, calmly observing her.
“This is my daughter; her grades have dropped significantly this year. Her homeroom teacher wants me to bring her to see a doctor,” she said.
“Is that so? Then bring her along.” Actually, I should have tried to understand the situation first, but I didn't want to sit face-to-face with her; looking at her gave me strange impulses. Was I really going to blackmail her?
She probably thought I was unreliable, but she still went out and brought her daughter in.
Ruan Lili!
I glanced at them and immediately lowered my head to hide my surprise.
Suddenly, everything made sense. Ruan Lili must have been spying on her mother just like I was, which explained why she bumped into me there, stole my things, and kept coming to my balcony.
How many times had Ruan Lili watched her mother call her? Hearing that gentle voice say, "I'm busy today, I'll come see you another day!" and then watching her walk back into the brightly lit nightclub.
"Mom, can I talk to the doctor alone?" Ruan Lili pretended not to recognize me. Women are born actresses.
Li Juan, well, I think her name is Li Juan, glanced at me. I nodded. She left the examination room and closed the door behind her.
I looked at Ruan Lili, and she looked at me too.
Finally, she broke the silence: "Fuck my mother, you said that!"
I was a little surprised and pulled her onto my lap. I stroked her back and said to her, "God's most powerful weapon for us is not hatred, but forgiveness."
She stood up, went back, and locked the door. She rushed at me like a little beast, growling in her throat, "Fuck me, fuck my cunt!"
Here, in the examination room, her mother was anxiously waiting outside the door. How could I not be excited by this scene! I pulled my pants down to my knees.
Ruan Lili wore a beige sleeveless princess dress, her long hair flowing over her shoulders, white stockings reaching below her knees, and black round-toed leather shoes. She straddled my lap, pulled her panties aside, took my penis, and thrust it inside without a word.
With her, foreplay was usually unnecessary; this time, her vagina was unusually lubricated. She bounced up and down, biting her lip to keep quiet.
"It's okay, this clinic is absolutely soundproof," I told her. "For a time, I hated my parents, but they gave me life. Ultimately, I realized I loved them."
"You don't understand!" she hissed softly.
Before I could ask again, she interrupted me, "Fuck me, fuck me!" she said, kissing my lips with her cherry-like mouth. At her request, I thrust into her forcefully. After about twenty minutes, we suddenly heard someone knocking on the door. Unable to withstand the intense stimulation, I ejaculated inside her.
While wiping her genitals with a tissue, she took my penis into her mouth, sucking hard, then tilted her head back and swallowed the rest of my semen. It took her another five minutes to tidy herself up; her hair was a little messy, and her clothes were disheveled.
However, her mother wouldn't believe her daughter had sex with a complete stranger like a doctor in such a short time. So, although she noticed Ruan Lili's strange expression, she didn't suspect anything.
Ruan Lili left first. Only her mother and I remained.
I looked at her voluptuous body, thinking about her nipples, and my desire grew rapidly. "She's very excited!" I said, trying to hide my embarrassment.
"She's willing to undergo treatment," I continued, "but she wants you to come along, and it would be best if her father could come too."
The subsequent conversation was rather unsuccessful; I only learned that she owned a small company, and knew nothing else.
That evening, Ruan Lili unexpectedly came to my house again. We both instinctively leaned over the balcony, watching the car her mother often rode in appear from the street corner.
My penis entered her from behind, and she lay motionless on the windowsill, enduring my onslaught. As her mother stepped out of the car, I intensified my thrusts, matching the rhythm of each of her feet landing.
"Fuck me, fuck me!" she cried out as if in a wet dream, "Fuck my mom, fuck my mom!"
My thrusts reached their peak as her mother disappeared through that mysterious doorway.
She turned to look at me and asked, "Did you feel like you were fucking my mom just now?"
With Ruan Lili's full cooperation, her mother had no choice but to fall for it. Her mother did indeed think I was too young and unreliable. So she took her to see several senior doctors, but unfortunately, Ruan Lili remained silent elsewhere. Even the most skilled psychologists were at a loss.
Two weeks later, they came to my office again.
The process of psychotherapy was torture for her mother in itself. Following Ruan Lili's instructions, I hinted to her mother that she should come for treatment alone, and told her that it was her daughter's wish. Ah, her name was indeed Li Juan.
Every time, Ruan Lili would come here first. My treatment room is a one-way glass consultation room, and Ruan Lili would always sneak in beforehand.
Her mother was initially uncooperative, but I had already gleaned too much information from Ruan Lili. Ruan Lili's father was a consultant for a multinational corporation in China. Her mother used her youthful body to seduce him, and the two became lovers. Ruan Lili's father only stayed in China for four months each year, and they were husband and wife for those four months. It was a relationship of power and possession, and the body's desire for power. Of course, her father also had a respectable family abroad. This facade of harmony crumbled two years ago when her father was promoted to CEO of the company. Due to the company's influence, they didn't go to court, but their ugly behavior during their divorce devastated Ruan Lili.
They used every means to insult each other, and Ruan Lili's beautiful fairytale kingdom collapsed instantly. What she found most unacceptable was her mother's words: "Having a child for you was a mistake! I only had a child for you to get a bigger share of the inheritance." And that resolute statement: "I don't love her!"
So, Ruan Lili chose to stay with her father. But she refused to go abroad, leading to her current situation.
Therefore, my treatment mainly focused on how to love her daughter.
This week was the last week of treatment. Under my guidance, she had repeatedly expressed her pride in having such a lovely daughter and her remorse for her past mistakes. Ruan Lili saw all of this; these expressions were meant for Ruan Lili, but all she said to me was, "I don't want to forgive her" and "You said you'd sleep with her."
Ruan Lili's forgiveness was only a matter of time, because her mother had truly decided to love her and make amends, and this humiliation was inevitable.
Her defenses were already low; she had confessed to the recent date. It was the memory of a youthful infatuation at work. I no longer had the strength to listen. So, I gave her a sleeping pill.
Ruan Lili came out of the observation room. Without a word, she went to undress her mother, revealing her soft breasts, thick pubic hair, and the pubic hair obscuring her genitals.
Ruan Lili then came over and teased my penis with her increasingly skillful tongue, guiding it and inserting it into her mother's vagina. She massaged her mother's breasts, freeing my hands to massage Ruan Lili.
The intense stimulation caused her mother to slowly wake up. She stared wide-eyed, unable to believe what she was seeing. She herself was lying naked on the sofa, while her daughter was also naked, straddling her lower abdomen, massaging her breasts with her hands.
Her own genitals were filled, the thrusting motion soaking her buttocks.
"Mom, I can't fuck you, so I'll have to find someone else to fuck you!" Ruan Lili said affectionately.
Li Juan seemed unable to accept this situation and fell into a deep sleep. When she woke up again, Ruan Lili was no longer there. I told her to go to the observation room next door and warned her not to come out.
I straddled Li Juan's buttocks, thrusting forcefully, the sound of our bodies slapping against each other echoing. She tried to hold back, but the overwhelming pleasure overwhelmed her, and she moaned softly. I leaned down, embraced her, and reached around to grab her breasts. I whispered in her ear, "Your daughter wants to see!"
Li Juan never came to my clinic again. She truly began to care for her daughter like a mother, because Ruan Lili still frequently visited my home. She didn't scold her mother as often anymore; there seemed to be a tendency to reconcile. During sex with me, she would still call out incoherently, sometimes "Dad," sometimes "Uncle," and sometimes even my name.
The following year, Ruan Lili was admitted to a university in the north, and could only visit me during winter and summer vacations to let me have sex with her.
The following year, Chen Qian's husband returned. For some reason, I told Chen Qian that people who go to Africa all return with a host of diseases.
Before having sex with her husband, Chen Qian insisted that he get checked; her husband resolutely refused, and eventually, they divorced.
I will marry Qian'er; I owe her a lifetime of companionship; I love her, and a lifetime isn't enough. But I still don't dare to say it. Every act of sex is like a baptism; I'm waiting for the day I emerge from the darkness.

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