The first time I tried to seduce a respectable woman, I ended up being seduced by her instead.

Due to his rigid thinking, outdated views, and old-fashioned behavior, coupled with his unattractive appearance and especially his lack of money, he had never pursued a respectable woman before marriage, nor even entertained the thought of doing so. Any contact he had with girls that crossed the line of friendship was always serious and aimed at marriage. If it weren't for this teacher who offered herself to him, he truly doesn't know if he would ever have entertained the idea of pursuing a respectable woman.

After graduating from university, he came to this big city alone, working in a male-dominated professional circle. Having neither a girlfriend nor female friends, he spent his free time smoking, drinking, and playing mahjong with a group of buddies. The camaraderie and generosity among his brothers couldn't replace his desire for women. Amidst the clinking of glasses, the calling of friends, and the occasional lewd jokes, the loneliness of having no female companionship was amplified. So, he often secretly frequented various dance halls behind his friends' backs, using the soft music and brief hand-holding and waist-hugging close contact with women to alleviate his burning desire. Finding a dance partner is much easier than finding a girlfriend. You don't need to consider character, profession, personality, and so on—all those "conditions" are enough. As long as you're a good dancer, flexible, and passable-
looking, that's fine. She was one of my regular dance partners at the time. She was average-looking but had a fantastic figure, and in heels, she was half a head taller than me. She was a math teacher, and usually dressed modestly due to her profession, blending into the crowd unnoticed. But when she deliberately dressed up and appeared at the dance hall, she was undeniably alluring—those high, firm breasts made me want to grab them and fondle them wantonly. My brother, though not particularly handsome, was a superb dancer, usually making his partners feel like they were floating on clouds, so I was never short of beautiful dance partners. Hehe, just a quick note: I had absolutely no thoughts of dating or picking up girls back then.

Although we didn't become lovers, we maintained a good relationship. We stayed in touch even after we both got married. I never met her husband, but from her stories, I sensed she was dissatisfied with him. Several times when she was in a bad mood, she would ask me to come out and talk to her. She would complain about her husband, but it was all just trivial family stuff. At that time, although I was already married, I hadn't yet learned how to comfort a woman, and I never even considered using any underhanded tactics to add fuel to the fire, sow discord, or create opportunities to get her. As a friend, I naturally couldn't judge other people's family matters, so I just offered vague comfort, like "you should understand your husband," "no one is perfect," "be lenient with others and strict with yourself," and so on.

Her husband worked for a Hong Kong company's Beijing branch, and later was transferred to the company's Hong Kong headquarters, where he lived permanently. Due to her own work, she didn't go to Hong Kong with him and continued to live alone in her Beijing home.
Living apart, one would expect the conflicts arising from daily trivialities to naturally disappear, but instead, she asked me out even more frequently, and the topic was still about her husband and in-laws (who also lived in Beijing, not far from her home). Although my wife teased me for "going out to be someone's confidant again," I had a vague feeling that things weren't just about being a "confidant."

That day, she learned my wife was away on a business trip for a week and excitedly told me she was "feeling down" again, asking if I could have dinner with her and we could "chat."

This time, she prepared dinner at her own home. When I knocked on her door, I could hardly believe my eyes. Due to her profession, she usually dressed quite conservatively. But this time, she was wearing a sheer, almost transparent top and a similarly transparent white gauze skirt. Her high, firm breasts, rose-colored bra, camisole, and panties were almost completely visible through the skirt, and her flesh-colored stockings tightly hugged her long, slender legs, with a row of neatly arranged toes faintly visible—all of which were incredibly alluring. I really wanted to immediately bury my head between her thighs and burrow into her short skirt. With

my wife not home, my thoughts had room to wander. Although I was a little absent-minded, our conversation at the dinner table remained the same as usual. After dinner, as we sat together on the sofa talking, I really wanted to slip my hand under her skirt, but I didn't dare. We chatted about trivial things as usual, and time passed slowly. Finally, with her hints and encouragement, I held a woman who wasn't my lover in my arms for the first time...
Wildflowers smell sweet, forbidden fruit is especially sweet—it's absolutely true! I tried my best to stay calm: Don't rush! Be a gentleman, be gentle, don't let the meat that's almost in my mouth slip away! After all, it was my first time cheating, and I felt excited, conflicted, and a little scared. Actually, looking back, it was all unnecessary worry; she cooperated with everything I did. Looking at this sexy beauty in front of me, thinking about sleeping with her tonight, made me so excited! Then my mind raced: No! I don't want to go to bed right away; I want to slowly feel and enjoy the process.

I pulled her up to stand facing me, and with the lightest possible movements, I slowly, very slowly, began to undress her... I felt my heart pounding, but my hands moved as slowly as possible, taking off her clothes, slower and slower...
Finally, I removed her top, and then slowly removed her bra... The mist cleared, and her breasts were finally revealed! Although her breasts were full and high, I've never been interested in women's breasts, not even now. I only play with breasts with my lovers or respectable women, mainly to please them. What I'm truly interested in is a woman's lower body. Hehe, no rush, it's already in my mouth, no need to swallow it hastily. I'll savor it slowly, enjoying it while it lasts. I pressed my face against her breasts, gently rubbing and kneading... Oh, it feels so good! Suddenly, I picked her up horizontally, spun her around twice, lifted her high, and gently placed her on the bed. Her eyes were slightly closed, seemingly lost in ecstasy. But when I climbed on top of her to give her a long, tender kiss, she suddenly let out a piercing laugh, grabbed me, and began to roll wildly across the bed. Then came a few more frenzied rolls: "Ah~ Baby! My baby, fuck me hard tonight! Fuck me to death!!!" Her lewd moans and cries pushed me to a near-madness as well. I broke free from her embrace, lifted her skirt, and began to lick and rub between her thighs.

This was the first time I'd ever been with a woman other than my romantic partner, and the first time I'd crawled under a woman's skirt, excitedly feeling the scent of her thighs. I rubbed, licked, and nuzzled against her thighs with abandon—oh, so pleasurable! I pulled off her skirt, then quickly spread her thighs again, leaning in to lick her vulva through her pink panties, playing with it and admiring the view inside… this pink panty held a burning, throbbing vulva, yearning to be fucked. Suddenly, her thighs clamped around my head, and she rolled over, lewdly giggling, pressing my head under her vulva. She pressed her vulva against my mouth. I rolled her over again, grabbing her panties with my mouth and pulling them down... With her cooperation, I used my mouth to remove her panties, then slipped between her thighs, gently sucking and licking her vulva. So good! I turned my head to suck her thighs, playing with her vulva with my hands, muttering incoherently, "Oh... baby...
I... eat your vulva... play with you..." Ah! This was meat offered to my mouth, for me to eat, to fuck, to play with! I

played with her over and over, I don't know how long I played...

Perhaps it was because it was my first time tasting the forbidden fruit, I was exceptionally nervous and excited; or perhaps it was because I had been playing too intently and for too long, but then I realized my penis was soft and wouldn't get hard. She gave me oral sex for a while and then used her hands, but my little guy still refused to work. Ugh, how embarrassing! (Seriously, a quick self-deprecating post:)) She smiled kindly and said it was okay, every man has his off days, go to sleep. We cuddled together in bed, and she chuckled, "A man should be rock hard by now, what's wrong with you today? Did you eat too much and can't digest it?"

Embarrassed, blushing: "..." Finally, she kissed me on the cheek: "Don't overthink it, go to sleep."
My penis was still full, and I couldn't fall asleep easily. I don't know how long it took before I finally drifted off. She's only a little taller than me, but several years younger. Oh, how embarrassing!

In the past, I'd occasionally fallen asleep fully energized with my woman. I wasn't worried; I'd wake up refreshed and full of fighting spirit. Sure enough, I woke up in the middle of the night to find my penis erect and proud. Whether she'd just woken up or hadn't slept at all, she immediately got excited when she touched its proud appearance. After a brief moment of intimacy, she eagerly put her bra on me. This time, she was on top, becoming increasingly vigorous and frantic. It was as if she wanted to release all the pent-up energy from the previous night, to make up for all the feelings she hadn't found. She was so fierce! I never expected her to be so versatile on top. She moved and thrust wildly until she was panting heavily and drenched in sweat. But my penis showed no signs of ejaculating. Okay, I rolled over and climbed on top, lifting her legs and gently patting her smooth buttocks: "You're amazing—now it's my turn!" I'm much stronger than her. I used every trick in the book, changing positions I knew to fuck her hard! The harder I fucked her, the more she enjoyed it and the more excited she became: "Ah, fuck! Harder! Fuck me harder, fuck, fuck me to death! Fuck me to death! Fuck me to death, ahh ... She was incredibly skilled. Even if I fucked her to death, she'd come back to life a little while later and start thinking about it again... Thinking about it afterwards, I'm still a little scared. Those few days were exhilarating, but I was almost completely drained.

My first time trying to seduce a virtuous woman, and I was just like that. I can't say I wouldn't have gone down that path without her, but she definitely led me down it. From then on, my traditional values wavered, and I lost my loyalty to my wife. Despite some disappointment and pain, the temptation of the forbidden fruit grew stronger and stronger. Four years later, I've achieved some success in seducing virtuous women, categorizing them into different levels, emphasizing "being able to get them, hold onto them, and dump them"... But tracing back to the source, I should say it was she who led me down that path.

Conclusion: Cost of seducing virtuous women: A few ordinary meals and drinks, about a few hundred yuan. Thoughts on seducing virtuous women: This was an unpleasant memory on the road to seducing virtuous women—tense, conflicted, lacking in manners, and almost completely ignorant of women. Although it was a less-than-glorious period, it was a real experience and an important milestone in my life—the starting point of my journey to find love!

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