Angry Man

It was past 2 a.m., darkness reigned supreme. The streets were nearly deserted. It was the time for everyone to sleep; who would be wandering around like a stray dog? Just then, a Sandi car sped up from a distance and screeched to a halt. Wen Yang got out. He
was on the night shift and was supposed to leave early. But while driving, he suddenly developed an upset stomach. His team leader was kind enough to let him go home and rest. After a few polite words, Wen Yang changed his clothes and left the office.
Thinking of his wife, a warm feeling welled up inside him. His wife, Xiao Mei, was twenty-eight years old, two years younger than him.
Their relationship began in school. From elementary school to middle school, and from middle school to vocational school, they were always in the same class. After they fell in love, they were the envy of countless people. Xiao Mei was universally acknowledged as beautiful, the object of many men's fantasies.
After starting work, she became the center of attention. In the same workplace, Wen Yang often heard people praising Xiao Mei.
He always felt a surge of pride. His wife is his pride. In their five years of marriage, their relationship has been excellent; they've never even argued. Whenever a conflict arises, Wen Yang always gives in, and over time, he feels like a little lamb. Now everyone at work knows he's a completely submissive man at home. Some people laugh at him for being honest and weak, but he doesn't care. He thinks, "If there's no love, where does honesty come from? For love, being a little weak is fine." As long as she's his woman.
Since their marriage, although buying a house has strained their finances and caused Xiao Mei to complain often, she's generally been understanding. She shares his joys and sorrows, faces reality, and tries to earn more money. However, for the past two months, her mood has been a bit off; she often
spaces out and gets distracted while doing things.
Once, while filling a thermos with boiling water, she even scalded her foot. Wen Yang asked her several times what was wrong, and Xiao Mei always replied somewhat uneasily, "Nothing, nothing, I guess I didn't sleep well." Her eyes flickered, leaving Wen Yang puzzled.
Exhausted from the night, Wen Yang walked home, feeling utterly weary. He walked around the buildings along the road, turned in, and saw his own window. A few steps further, the window became clearer.
Normally, it would be too dark to see. It was only because her light was still on. This was unusual; why wasn't Xiao Mei asleep so late? She had to go to work tomorrow. She worked the day shift. Section Chief Ma of their section was very strict. If you were late, he would deduct your work time and give you a severe scolding. Whenever Wen Yang saw him, he always smiled more than when he saw others. You see, in their section, out of a hundred or so people, the section chief was like a local tyrant. Offend him, and you'd be in big trouble.
He stopped at the spot directly opposite his window, his heart pounding. He looked up; against the backdrop of the twinkling starry sky, his window was brightly lit. Despite the red curtains covering the room, while everyone else
's windows were dark, his was so bright, like a jewel sparkling in stone.
That was the bedroom window. Xiao Mei wasn't asleep. What was she doing? Watching a romantic drama, sharing the protagonist's joys and sorrows, or quietly knitting? She always slept very well, falling asleep as soon as she lay down at eight. Tonight was quite unusual. Oh, did she know I was coming back and was waiting for me? What a coincidence! I should go upstairs slowly and surprise her. Then I'll take off my clothes and do *that*. Thinking this, Wen Yang walked sweetly towards the doorway.
Little did he know, at that very moment, another man was taking his place on Xiao Mei's body. They were using a normal position. The two lay on the bed like two large white sheep. The man was a huge fat man, almost as big as a pig. He was on top of Xiaomei, and one worried he might crush her petite frame. But no, under the man's vigorous thrusting, Xiaomei was moaning comfortably, twisting her shoulders and swaying her hips in rhythm, her beautiful eyes narrowed to slits. The man
was panting heavily, his buttocks undulating. His hips moved, and his dark, mushy penis went in and out of her hairy little hole. Each time he withdrew to the entrance, he thrust in again, always wanting to go deeper. Unfortunately, a fat man's member is often inversely proportional to his fat. The fatter a person is, the shorter their penis. The saying "fat people have long legs, thin people have long dicks" has some truth to it.
The man thrust his penis in all the way again, and Xiaomei let out a soft "oh." The man gazed at her flushed face, burning with desire,
and asked, "Baby, are you comfortable?"
Xiao Mei stroked the man's back and hummed, "Comfortable, so comfortable my bones feel like they're falling apart."
The man was greatly satisfied and quickened his pace, thrusting his penis even more rapidly into the woman's cavity. He hadn't expected to be able to fuck such a beautiful woman. Since he had this opportunity, he should cherish it. It was just a matter of money; how much did he want? He'd just say the word. He'd spend any amount of money to fuck this woman as much as he could.
This Xiao Mei usually seemed more proper and self-respecting than anyone else; it was unbelievable that for ten thousand yuan, he could fuck her however he wanted.
Proper, pure, noble—all bullshit. This woman was just a slut, pretending to be a good person; to hell with her. She moaned as soon as his penis was inside her, no different from any other woman. Fuck her, fuck her hard. Who knew how many more chances he'd have to fuck her later?
The man was on top of her, thrusting into her vigorously, making her breasts tremble and bounce, arousing her. He grabbed her peach-like breasts with both hands, squeezing and pinching them, making circles. He especially teased her nipples, while his penis continued its powerful, rhythmic thrusting; her juices flowed freely, soaking her lower body.
The man grinned lewdly and asked, "Xiaomei, how's it going? Enjoying it?"
Xiaomei moaned, "Yes, yes, how come you're so strong today? Usually you're done in ten minutes." She thrust her hips forward.
The man continued thrusting forcefully, saying, "That's because I haven't used my real skills usually, I'm just teasing you. Tonight, you'll see what I'm capable of. I'll fuck you until you're so wet you won't be able to go to work tomorrow." She thought to herself, "Luckily I took the pill before coming. It really works, the effect is pretty good, no wonder it's an American product. Foreign products are of better quality."
Xiao Mei deliberately cried out, "That won't do! If I can't go to work, the section chief will dock my pay."
The man chuckled, a smug glint in his eyes, and said, "As long as I'm here, who dares to dock your pay?
I'm the emperor of this section. Anyone who dares to mess with me, I'll make them move out of here—get out of here!"
As he spoke, he pulled his penis out completely, glanced at the round hole in her vagina, the pink flesh, and the fluid, then lowered his head and sucked hard for a while, until Xiao Mei screamed, before thrusting it back in. He increased the speed to the maximum, wanting nothing more than to fuck this woman to death. She drove him mad, she intoxicated him. The first time he saw her, he wanted to fuck her. Only fucking a woman like this gave him a sense of accomplishment, a sense of pride. His own wife, with her sallow complexion, wasn't even a woman, she was practically dried-out pork.
Xiao Mei gasped, "You're amazing, you bastard. Why don't you get Wen Yang a better job, let him drive a nicer car?"
The man slowed his movements, kissed Xiao Mei's nipple, and said, "Xiao Mei, I just gave him a raise. If I give him a nice car right away, it'll arouse suspicion. You can't eat a meal in one bite, you have to take it one bite at a time. Don't rush me." Xiao
Mei snorted and said, "I don't care, I want you to get things done quickly." The man grumbled and replied, thinking, "If I satisfy all your needs, my value as a tool decreases. Will you still be this good to me in the future? Will I still be able to have sex with you often?" Thinking this, he became fierce again.
The man panted, the woman moaned, their genitals rubbing together, the bed beneath them seeming to retort.
The room was filled with the raucous music of revelry, a display of primal savagery and arrogance, of human greed and cunning.
Springtime filled the room as the two rolled around on the bed, as agile as a ball, accompanied by the man's lewd laughter and the woman's smirking. A large framed wedding photo hung on the wall. In the picture, Wen Yang looked so excited, warm as a lamb. Xiao Mei, in her snow-white wedding dress, nestled in her husband's arms, her eyes sparkling, her cheeks flushed. She was as noble as a queen, as pure as a saint.
So high above, so unattainable. And yet, on the bed, she was being fucked like a whore, moaning like a slut.
She hadn't expected that Wen Yang was already home, getting closer and closer to her bed. Yes, Wen Yang quietly went upstairs, and as he reached his door, he faintly heard sounds of pleasure from inside. He paused. Then he listened again—yes, the sounds of lewd pleasure. Was Xiaomei watching an adult DVD? How could she be so careless? It would be terrible if the neighbors heard. What if the police heard, what if they were nosy officers? There might be trouble.
He quietly inserted the key into the lock, turning it slowly, trying not to make a sound. He was still thinking of surprising Xiaomei. When he opened the door, took out the key, and stepped inside, the sound inside grew louder.
This was inevitable; once the door was open, the sound was less obstructed, and he could hear it clearly. He recognized it—this wasn't the sound of a television! That woman's voice was Xiaomei's. He knew her moans all too well, as well as he knew exactly what kind of bra and underwear she wore every day.
He suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart, as if a needle had pierced it. It was obvious that Xiaomei was moaning, so wanton, so unrestrained, so shameless. Who made her make those sounds? Who was that man? Who was such a bastard? He felt his heart bleeding. How bitter and unbearable it must be to be hurt by the woman you love!
At that moment, he felt his vision blur and his bones go weak. He even wanted to open the window and jump off the seventh floor. He felt that there was no meaning to his life. Then, he gritted his teeth, enduring the blow of humiliation, the burning anger, and the torment of betrayal. He squatted down and took a few deep breaths to calm himself before making his way to the bedroom. He desperately wanted to know who the man who had brought him such humiliation was. The voice didn't sound unfamiliar.
Halfway there, he turned back. After hesitating for a moment, he walked towards the dark kitchen. He tiptoed like a thief. The lewd sounds and the noise from the bed continued, just like a great pornographic film.
He entered the kitchen and groped around in the dark, but unfortunately, he didn't find the kitchen knife he usually used to cut vegetables and meat. However, the fruit knife hanging on the wall was still there. Wen Yang put the fruit knife in his pocket and turned back towards the bedroom with unease and grief. His intention was to teach the adulterer a lesson he couldn't let get away with. If a fight broke out and he was outmatched, he could use his weapon to help. He was furious and wouldn't let things rest. If he didn't resolve this, he, Wen Yang, would have lived in vain. The thought of his wife made him want to bang
his head against the wall. After a long while, he finally reached the bedroom door. The scene inside had changed. He saw the man standing by the bed, while his wife squatted on the floor, her head nodding and shaking, humming softly.
Her fair skin glowed beautifully under the light. Her buttocks were taut. The shadow between her buttocks was so alluring; any man would be aroused. Wen Yang forced himself to control himself, refusing to lose his temper.
The man squinted, pressing Xiaomei's head down with both hands, and said, "Baby, you're really good at licking, even better than last time. Okay, keep licking, lick every part well. Whatever you want, I'll give you."
Xiaomei spat out the penis, gazing at the saliva-glistening thing, her eyes filled with lust, and said in a coquettish voice, "I don't want anything now, I just want your big cock to fuck me well, to make me want to seduce you."
The man laughed loudly and said, "Xiaomei, you're so slutty, I love it."
Xiaomei laughed twice, then grasped his penis and stuck out her tongue to lick the man's testicles. Her soft tongue swept across the man's soft spot. His testicles playfully twitched, as if deliberately teasing her. Xiaomei was also very considerate, and then asked the man to sit on the bed. She pushed up the man's thighs and gently licked his anus.
The man shouted, "Baby, you're really killing me. You're so good at it. You're more like a whore than a whore." He trembled all over, incredibly excited. He'd been with countless women, but none had ever tasted anything like this.
Xiao Mei licked even more enthusiastically, occasionally saying, "Chief Ma, I'll make you feel so good, so good you won't want to go home." Her tongue moved with meticulous care, more attentive and passionate than when serving her own husband.
Wen Yang, standing at the door, was practically frozen in place. He couldn't believe his wife was so shameless, so lewd, willing to do such a filthy thing. He was so jealous, so heartbroken. Xiao Mei had never been so unrestrained or passionate in front of him.
Their sex life had always followed traditional paths. Let alone licking anus, even a kiss on the glans would make her frown and say, "You're a pervert, so disgusting!" But now, what difference was there between her and a whore? She was a
whore, Chief Ma's whore.
That man was Chief Ma. Looking at the fleshy features on Chief Ma's face, and recalling his domineering and arrogant manner in the department, Wen Yang couldn't help but feel a little nervous. He had intended to rush in and finish him off with a single stab. But now, he hesitated. What good would come of it if he stabbed him? Family, reputation, job, future…
Little did the section chief inside know that his most familiar spectators were right beside him. He cried out several times, panting heavily, and said, “Xiao Mei, stop licking, I can’t take it anymore. Baby, let me fuck you. Your pussy fascinates me too.”
Xiao Mei licked his ass enough, then kissed the man’s glans, occasionally nibbling at it lightly, more enthusiastically than eating a popsicle.
She was passionate and fiery, her movements practiced, fully displaying her feminine allure and sexiness. One hand was still groping the man’s body.
The section chief urged, "Baby, listen to me, let's keep going. I need to leave when I'm done, otherwise it won't be fun if your man comes back."
Xiao Mei released the penis and asked, "Are you still afraid of him? Isn't he just a dog under your command?"
The section chief was still somewhat sober and said, "My little darling, it's true he's a dog under my command, but even a cornered dog will jump over the wall. Let's just do it secretly, don't let him find out."
Xiao Mei didn't care and said, "So what if he finds out? He's an honest man, you can't get a word out of him. Give him a woman, and he won't even dare to sleep with her."
The section chief sat up and waved his hand, saying, "You're saying that because you don't understand men. No matter how honest a man is, if he's provoked and driven by emotion, he can turn from a sheep into a big bad wolf."
Xiao Mei said, "I don't believe it. I won't leave until I've had my fill."
The section chief chuckled and said, "Alright, Xiao Mei, let's fuck you like crazy. I love fucking you the most.
Come on, let's get in a position."
Xiao Mei asked, "How should we fuck?"
The section chief pinched her breasts and said, "Of course, the doggy style."
Xiao Mei pouted, "No, that's ugly."
Duan Chang's face hardened, and he said, "What's so ugly about that? Are you a dog's slut?" With that, he got off the bed and slapped Xiao Mei's buttocks hard, making a crisp "slap slap" sound. Under Duan Chang's command, Xiao Mei braced herself on the bed, bent over, and her buttocks were sticking up high. Her two openings were completely exposed. Her round, plump buttocks were as white as snow. Her anus was tight, a ring of brownish wrinkled flesh, the lines faint but clearly defined.
At this moment, it was also glistening with moisture. Looking at her vulva, the thin, tender petals were open, and lustful fluids flowed, wetting the curly pubic hair. The fluids clung to the hair, sticky like spider silk.
Wen Yang saw everything clearly from the doorway, his heart trembling, filled with unbearable grief. He couldn't believe it, he never imagined it. The woman who had sworn to love him would be like this. This person had betrayed him, and not just physically.
Duan Chang bent down, carefully examining Xiao Mei's genitals, and exclaimed, "Xiao Mei, your thing is really good, top-notch! I love it!"
Xiao Mei shook her buttocks and cried out, "If you like it, then fuck me!"
Duan Chang agreed, but still kissed her once. He grabbed her buttocks with both hands, his tongue targeting her cleft, displaying his skills, licking Xiao Mei until she was dripping with lustful fluids, moaning incessantly, "It feels so good, so good, darling, I can't take it anymore!"
Duan Chang raised his head, licked his wet lips, and said, "Xiao Mei, you'll soon see how powerful I am." As he spoke, he straightened up, gripped his penis, aimed at her cunt, and thrust it all the way in. Xiao Mei's body jerked as she was penetrated, and she cried out, "It feels so good, so good, the itching will stop soon."
Duan Chang laughed, "You bitch, you just need to be fucked." As he spoke, he grabbed Xiao Mei's waist and began to fuck her vigorously, each thrust full of force. Xiao Mei screamed and writhed, expressing her pleasure to the fullest.
Wen Yang bit his lip until it bled from the pain. He couldn't take it anymore and mustered his courage to thrust in. This startled the section chief, whose laughter froze. Xiao Mei turned her head and saw her man, exclaiming, "Wen Yang, why are you back? Weren't you supposed to be back tomorrow?"
Wen Yang looked at Xiao Mei, whose buttocks were bulging with his penis, and said through gritted teeth, "If I had come back tomorrow, how could I have seen this good show?"
Xiao Mei said nervously, "Section Chief, get up quickly."
The section chief, being an old hand and having seen the world, pressed Xiao Mei down and said, "What are you afraid of, Xiao Mei? He's already seen it all. We're not finished yet. Let your man see how slutty, how wanton, how much of a whore you are." As he spoke, he continued to thrust, intentionally slowing down the thrusts so that Wen Yang could feel the squelching sounds.
Wen Yang was close enough to witness Duan Chang's arrogance and hubris, and to see his dark penis penetrating his wife's tender vagina. This vagina, which had always belonged to him, was now being penetrated by another man. The penis was thrusting in and out with great gusto. This was a challenge, an insult.
Wen Yang's head throbbed with fury. Duan Chang, without any restraint, continued thrusting into his wife's vagina while slapping Xiao Mei's white, tender buttocks, saying, "Hey Wen Yang, you've seen it all, so I won't say anything more. How much do you want? Name your price. As long as it's not too outrageous, I won't charge you a penny."
Wen Yang's eyes were practically bloodshot as he cried out, "I don't want money!"
Duan Chang laughed, "Don't want money? What do you want then? Want some good work, huh? That's easy. I'll get you a transfer. As long as Xiao Mei lets me fuck her often, I'll agree to anything."
Wen Yang's eyes... Staring intently at the point where their genitals met, he said, "I don't want anything, I just want my manly dignity and my wife's innocence."
The section chief laughed, thrusting a few times, and said, "How can you be so foolish? Anyone else with a wife like you would be ecstatic. Haven't you heard? A man who wants a decent life has to be cuckolded."
Wen Yang cried out, "Section Chief Ma, how would you feel if I slept with your wife?"
The section chief laughed, "I'd be more than happy to. Go ahead and do it. It's been years since another man has slept with her; she's really horny."
Wen Yang was so angry he didn't know what to say, shouting, "You bastard, you're a complete scoundrel!"
The section chief chuckled coldly, pulled out his wet, reddened penis, looked at the ravaged vagina, and then thrust it back in with lightning speed, like a madman. Xiao Mei turned around and cried out, "Section Chief, stop! Stop! My man's watching!"
The Section Chief thrust dozens of times, then ejaculated, all of it inside Xiao Mei's vagina. He looked satisfied and exclaimed, "Fucking is so good, fucking your wife is even better!"
Then he turned to Wen Yang and said, "Little Wen, you saw it all, who's the big bastard between us? Just be content being the bastard. What's wrong with being a bastard? A slut like you will keep you a bastard for life.
You can live off a woman, and you'll live quite comfortably.
Haha, a living bastard!" He laughed loudly, his laughter filled with humiliation and contempt for Wen Yang. Xiao Mei then sat on the bed, covered her face, and began to sob. Wen Yang could no longer restrain himself .
Suddenly, he pulled out a knife, opened the blade, and stabbed Duan Chang in the body. The stab was so vicious that the blade was completely gone. After a scream, blood seeped from the wound.
Duan Chang collapsed to the ground with a thud, the knife still attached to him.
Wen Yang was terrified; his body went limp, and he sat down on the ground, his face pale. All the courage he had shown to stab him was gone.
Xiao Mei came over, crying out, "Wen Yang, how could you do this? Murder is punishable by death!" She stared naked at the groaning Duan Chang, the man who had just slept with her.
Wen Yang's gaze fell on the wetness on Xiao Mei's pubic hair, and he was enraged. He jumped up from the ground and slapped her twice across the face, cursing, "You filthy bitch, you rotten bitch, you shameless slut! I'll beat you to death!
What have I ever done to wrong you that you've cheated on me?" As he spoke, he kicked Xiao Mei to the ground.
Clear finger marks appeared on Xiao Mei's face. She sat up, saying painfully, "Wasn't I just doing this for our family? Wanting a better life?" She looked at the man who never dared to defy her.
Wen Yang rushed forward and began punching and kicking her again, cursing, "Bullshit! You don't need to be a whore for the family. What the hell are you? A bitch in heat!" He continued the beating, making Xiao Mei roll on the ground, groaning incessantly.
Xiao Mei was bruised and swollen, her whole body aching. When Wen Yang was tired, he sat down on the ground, panting heavily. When
his gaze fell on the section chief's obese body, he was shocked to find that the section chief's fat belly was no longer rising and falling. This discovery chilled Wen Yang to the bone, and he panicked. Wen Yang ran over, touched his nostrils, and cried out, "He's not breathing! He's not breathing! What are we going to do?" He trembled as he sat down on the ground.
Xiao Mei, still somewhat clear-headed, pointed at Wen Yang and said, "We can't let him die! If he dies, we're all finished.
Quick, take him to the hospital!"
Wen Yang hurriedly replied, "Yes, yes, the hospital, the hospital." As he spoke, he was about to pick up the section chief.
Xiao Mei reminded him, "Put some clothes on him, otherwise it won't look good." At this moment, she remembered that people should have some sense of shame.
So, the couple worked together to dress the half-dead section chief and rushed him to the hospital as fast as they could catch a train. The process was short, but to both of them, it felt like an eternity. No one was in a good mood after what happened, especially Xiaomei, who never imagined her way of making money would lead to bloodshed. It seems even an honest man can have an unstoppable force when he unleashes his power.
A few months later, the tragedy finally came to an end. Section Chief Ma hadn't died. Limping, he tearfully gave Wen Yang 20,000 yuan as compensation for his emotional distress. He also promised never to touch Xiaomei again. Fortunately, his career wasn't affected; he remained a section chief.
Wen Yang and Xiaomei didn't divorce; after their arguments, they were still husband and wife.
He wasn't a strong man, lacked backbone, and couldn't live without Xiaomei. He continued to work as her driver, under the section chief.
The only difference was that the section chief had given him a new car, making his earnings even higher.
Xiao Mei went to work as usual, still holding her head high in public, serious and aloof, as if she were untouchable, just like before, a gold digger who wouldn't let men get close.
The only difference was that all three of them had become celebrities. Although they tried to keep it a secret, the truth couldn't be hidden forever. The scandal spread like wildfire, known to everyone. Wherever they went, people recognized them.
Especially Xiao Mei; behind her back, some called her Pan Jinlian.
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