A man's strange love affair with a mother and daughter 1-34

A Man's Strange Romance with a Mother and Daughter

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Volume 1

The story of how I met Li is truly unbelievable. Li was my sister-in-law's classmate who was a kindergarten teacher. About a month before summer vacation that year, my sister-in-law was doing her internship at a kindergarten near my home and stayed at my house for convenience. One day, my sister-in-law told me that a female classmate of hers was coming to visit and would stay at my house that night. At the time, I didn't think much of it and said, "It's okay, let her come over. Anyway, your sister is staying at your mother's house these days, so we're quite free here."

Shortly after dinner that evening, my sister-in-law's female classmate arrived. Do you know how I felt when I first saw Li? I was really stunned. I had never seen such a beautiful girl in the world. Li's features were exquisitely delicate, with a beautiful profile, especially her eyes, which were clear and bright, gentle yet subtly wild, captivating the soul. She was tall and well-proportioned, about 165 centimeters tall, with arms that, though somewhat slender, had beautiful curves, and her high, firm breasts made one's heart pound. She had long, soft, black hair that flowed down her shoulders, and her skin was fair and healthy, radiating youthful vitality. What surprised me even more was that Li's demeanor and expressions seemed familiar, as if I had seen her somewhere before. I tried to control my flustered emotions, while Li greeted me warmly and sat down on the sofa next to me.

And so, the three of us—my sister-in-law, Li, and I—sat on the sofa, watching TV and chatting about our lives. I knew Li was 19 at the time (Li said 19 was her nominal age, she was actually only 18), about to graduate as a kindergarten teacher, majoring in music at school, and planning to do an internship while looking for a job.

After chatting for a while, my sister-in-law said she was tired after a day of classes and wanted to take a shower and go to bed early, asking us to chat a little longer. She then went to shower and go to her room to sleep. Li also said she would take a shower first and then talk to me.
When Li came out of the shower, she had changed into a thin, violet-colored mini-skirt-style camisole nightgown. Now Li looked even more graceful and charming, and really sexy, especially her full, white, and shapely breasts that peeked out from under the nightgown, the cleavage faintly visible, making my heart pound and my blood rush faster. I stared blankly for a while, then suddenly realized something was wrong and quickly turned to watch TV to hide my embarrassment. Li's face seemed to blush slightly, but she quickly recovered and sat down next to me again. Smelling the pure, youthful fragrance emanating from Li, tinged with the scent of a woman reaching maturity, I felt my testosterone levels surging. I could even feel my hands trembling slightly at my sides. Li, however, seemed oblivious to my unease, continuing to watch her TV.

To hide my panic and distract myself, I stood up and said to Li, "You watch TV, I'm going to take a shower," and practically fled into the bathroom.

Looking in the mirror, I saw my face was flushed, and my forehead was beaded with sweat. Even worse, I discovered my throbbing erection had almost torn a hole in the front of my jeans, and a small patch was noticeably damp. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself. At the same time, I kept telling myself: No! I can't do this! How could I have such inappropriate thoughts? She's just a young girl, and a classmate of my sister-in-law at that! This is awful, so shameless! I cursed myself as I frantically took a cold shower, trying to calm my restless heart.
After the shower, I changed into a thin silk robe and finally felt much calmer and more relaxed.

When I came out of the bathroom, Li was still sitting alone on the living room sofa, quietly watching TV. Seeing me, Li smiled gently at me with her expressive eyes, "All done?"

"Yeah," I replied, feeling a little embarrassed. Looking back, I realize I was already 30 years old, a "mature man" married for four years. How could I have been so flustered and "naive" in front of a young woman? I've always been puzzled by this. But now I think, perhaps every man is like that when facing a woman he likes?

Volume 1, Part 2.

I sat down next to Li again. Sometime during the day, Li had turned off many of the lights in our living room, leaving only the softest one above the sofa. My sister-in-law's room was also dark; she was obviously asleep. The room was very quiet, save for the cool early summer breeze blowing in from the window and the beautiful melody of "The Blue Danube" playing on the music channel. My tension and trembling subsided, and I slowly closed my eyes, relaxing myself on the sofa, fully immersing myself in this rare moment of peace and tranquility, seemingly undisturbed by anything around me.

When I opened my eyes, I saw that Li had gently rested her face on my shoulder, her beautiful eyes filled with tenderness as she gazed at me quietly. I didn't think or say anything at the time; I simply and naturally (perhaps this is what people often call tacit understanding) reached out and gently pulled Li's face into my arms, kissing her forehead, her eyes, her face, and finally her soft, sweet lips. When I stopped, I found my eyes were filled with tears! Looking back now, it was an overwhelming feeling of happiness.

As I kissed Li, she clung tightly to my body, her whole body trembling slightly, murmuring nervously and blissfully, softly calling my name.

I held her close in my arms, gently stroking her—first her hair, then her face, then her shoulders, then her waist, and then… Li began to moan blissfully… Suddenly,

my mind went blank, and my hand stopped stroking her. I dared not be too presumptuous; a sudden sense of guilt washed over me: I'm a married man, how could I do this with my sister-in-law's classmate? I started to tense up and sweat a little, as if my sister-in-law was about to burst out of the room and scold me. But Li didn't seem to notice my strange reaction; instead, she hugged me even tighter! When I pushed her away forcefully, she realized my odd behavior.

"W-what's wrong?" "Don't you like me?" Li looked at me with resentful tears in her eyes, feeling wronged.

"No, no, nothing," I stammered, trying to hide my strange reaction. I stood up and went back to the bathroom to splash some cold water on my face.

When I returned to the living room, I saw that Li's face was covered in tears, and she was still sobbing softly. Suddenly, I felt a pang of guilt towards Li: this girl liked me and wanted me to comfort her, but how could I let her be sad and cry? Was I even a man? Besides, I really liked her too! I was such a coward!
Suddenly, I don't know where I got the courage, but I quickly grabbed a damp towel, wiped away Li's tears, and hugged her tightly in my arms again.

Li then started to cheer up again, looking at me tenderly with her beautiful, captivating eyes. She even used her slender, piano-playing hands to stroke my face and kissed my neck with her sweet, soft lips. I no longer avoided her or backed down; I bravely and wholeheartedly responded to her, continuing to gently caress her beautiful, sensual body. When my hand touched Li's breasts, I could feel her whole body suddenly tremble violently; when my hand explored Li's "mysterious valley," it was already completely filled with holy water! I also felt the male hormones in my body surging and boiling rapidly! Without any hesitation, I took off Li's violet nightgown and carried her to my bedroom bed.

What a beautiful and alluring woman's body it was! A masterpiece sculpted by the Creator: fair, well-proportioned, curvaceous, and vibrant. I think any man who saw it would be captivated, driven mad!
Li was like a little deer, moaning merrily on the bed, clinging tightly to my body. I could no longer control myself. I kissed Li's rosy, delicate, firm, and fragrant nipples, while gently caressing her "mysterious valley," overflowing with holy water, trying to relax and open her up. With the sixth sense of a married man, I knew Li was still a pure virgin, never having experienced sexual intimacy. I kept reminding myself: I must not hurt her, I must not cause her pain. But Li was completely out of control; she moaned incessantly, calling my name repeatedly. In that instant when I felt the perfect moment had arrived, I forcefully and firmly thrust my hot, hard, proud member into Li's "mysterious valley," already overflowing with lubricating, fragrant holy water! What a wonderful moment that was! It was a moment so intense that even dying immediately after that moment would be without regret! Li only trembled and groaned loudly the instant I thrust into her, then quickly intertwined her body with mine, moaning joyfully… as if God had already arranged for us to be intertwined and enjoy this ultimate love and pleasure!
I didn't want to disappoint God's favor any longer, passionately kissing Li's fragrant lips and beautiful breasts, tightly embracing her body and thrusting forcefully into her exquisite, fragrant form, truly not wanting to stop until we were both exhausted!

That night, Li and I indulged in making love five times in total. Li remained passionate and tireless. When I lifted Li off the bed, I discovered a bright red rose embroidered on my once pristine white sheets—our handiwork. Li truly was still a pure and innocent virgin!

Volume 1, Chapter 3: This is

how Li and I met in such an incredible way. That year, I was 30, and Li was 18; I was a married man of four years, while Li was a young woman who had just graduated from kindergarten teacher training school; I was an "old man," and Li was a beautiful and innocent virgin. I don't know what good deeds I did in my past life to have such a "lucky" encounter. I can't even imagine how I could have been so reckless that day. Li and I had just met; she was my sister-in-law's classmate. Although my marriage wasn't going well, I was a judge, a "gentleman." What I still couldn't understand was: what was wrong with Li that day? Was she young and naive? Or was it just impulsiveness? Whatever the reason, it happened so incredibly, without any warning, without any psychological preparation. Later, I asked Li many times how she could have been so impulsive when she first met me, and how she dared to be intimate, kiss, hug, and even have sex with her classmate's brother-in-law in his home, with her classmate also present. Every time I asked Li this question, she would always say earnestly, "Actually, from the moment I stepped into your house, I was surprised to find that everything in your house seemed so familiar, including the layout, the arrangement of the sofa—it all felt like I'd seen it somewhere before. Even the scent you gave me when I sat next to you felt familiar and comforting, as if I'd known you for a long time. I didn't feel unfamiliar with you or anything in your house. So, when I leaned against you, when you hugged me, kissed me, touched me, and even undressed me and carried me to bed, I really didn't think about anything else; I just felt so comfortable and pleasurable! To be honest, I fell in love with you the moment I first saw you."

Whenever Li said this, I felt a strange sense of emotion. From her serious and earnest expression, I knew she was telling the truth. In fact, many people have probably had similar emotional experiences. When a real and intense emotion arises naturally, there's no time or possibility for us to think about anything else. Call it fate or destiny, that's just how things are. Even a judge like myself, who has always considered himself very "rational," isn't like that too. Therefore, sometimes we have to acknowledge the existence of "love at first sight"; therefore, we often find that when that sincere and intense attraction between the sexes (let's call it love) erupts, it breaks through all the prejudices and obstacles of worldly morality, sprouts, takes root, and even grows strong. Even today, I still have to admit that I actually fell in love with Li at first sight, and this love was sincere and intense; otherwise, that day and so many things that followed wouldn't have happened.

Volume 1, Chapter 4

: That night, after Li and I indulged ourselves five times, we suddenly realized it was almost dawn. I hurriedly carried Li off the bed and told her to go back to my sister-in-law's room. Li looked at me longingly at first, but quickly tidied herself up and went to my sister-in-law's room. I knew Li didn't want to leave me, and how could I not want her to leave me? But, was it any other way? From Li's decisive actions, I suddenly realized that Li was a very intelligent girl—she already understood that she couldn't be so attached to me, at least not at that time.
I lay alone on the huge Simmons bed, unable to fall asleep for a long time. Although my body was a little tired, and although Li was in my sister-in-law's room next door, my mind was still very excited. I began to feel a strong longing for Li. This was the first time in my life that I had felt this kind of longing for a woman. I must admit, I had fallen into Li's trap, even though it was only the first day I had met her.

I didn't know if Li was asleep in the next bed, or if she was longing for me as much as I was longing for her… My longing slowly became blurred. Later, I felt as if I had flown to heaven, where I met Li again and we held each other tightly, feeling blissful…

Volume 1, Chapter 5

: I first met Jun one evening, two years after I met Li. Jun was Li's mother, a woman of extraordinary beauty.

Since meeting Li, my life and attitude towards life have undergone tremendous changes. Li would call or text me every day, telling me all sorts of interesting things happening around her, making me laugh with her gentle and humorous words. Li would also often come to see me, comforting me with her tenderness and nourishing me with her vibrant life force. Even when nothing was wrong, Li and I could talk on the phone or hug for an hour or two, even all night, as if the whole world belonged to just the two of us. My life began to become more colorful, and I felt much healthier and more vibrant. I suddenly felt a surge of energy in my life, realizing how fortunate it is to be alive. I began to love life more, be more enthusiastic about my work, and be more friendly and caring towards the people around me. My family, friends, classmates, and colleagues all said I was like a different person, and sometimes they would curiously ask me, "Are you so happy because you won the lottery?" Little did they know that I had won the "Love Jackpot" and was receiving the immense nourishment of love. Moreover, this kind of love—don't even mention 5 million, even if you offered me 50 million, 500 million, or even an entire mountain of gold—I wouldn't trade it for it! What I've never understood is why so many people think of money first when they hear about happy occasions. I know money is quite important, but there are actually many, many things in this world that are more important than money!

At that time, Li was already a well-known music teacher at a prestigious kindergarten (according to Li, it was even more than that; she said that in all the schools in her small city, including kindergartens, primary schools, middle schools, and even universities, many people knew her name, especially the male teachers). Li always proudly told me that the main reason she had such a great reputation in the education field was her talent. Not only had she won many awards in various instrumental, vocal, dance, and even beauty pageants in that small city, but the students in her classes also performed exceptionally well, even surpassing her, and winning many awards as well. Of course, she said that her naturally stunning figure and beautiful appearance were also very important factors. When Li told me this, I would always smile slyly without comment. Actually, I didn't mean to deny Li's overflowing talent, but I felt that for those male teachers, perhaps the latter was the more important reason. Whenever Li saw my reaction, she would always say that I was very, very bad, but I knew that she actually had to admit it in her heart.

One day, Li told me something with no small amount of pride. She told me about an incident where, during a get-together between the kindergarten's female teachers and male teachers from a middle school, two male teachers from that school got into a fight over her, drinking and betting, eventually ending up with bloodied heads. Apparently, those two male teachers were later disciplined by their school.

Seeing her smug expression, I said, "It's all your fault, beautiful women!"

Li retorted, "I'm naturally beautiful, there's nothing I can do about it!"

I was speechless. Yes, what's wrong with a woman being beautiful? It's all God's fault.

And so, the two of us lived happily and sweetly, and the two years I knew Li passed in the blink of an eye. After those two years, Li had grown even more beautiful, mature, and womanly. My days spent thinking about Li grew longer and longer, and Li said she missed and longed for me more and more! However, during that period, due to the strong opposition from both my and my ex-wife Sha's parents, and Sha's stubborn refusal, Sha and I maintained a marriage in name only, a marriage where we shared a bed but not a dream. At the same time, due to the societal pressures of being a judge, I couldn't and dared not openly or blatantly express my love for Li, let alone "make love" (I want to clarify here that the disharmony between my ex-wife Sha and me was not caused by Li's appearance; the specific reasons are complicated and I will tell you later, and you will gradually understand). For me, to maintain my "good reputation" as a judge, I had to keep my relationship with Li a secret; otherwise, in our "civilized and progressive" society, I would surely be disgraced and end up being despised by everyone. Furthermore, I had to consider Li's well-being. I was already a married man in my thirties, while Li was a young, unmarried woman in her early twenties. I couldn't even guarantee that I could provide Li with a lifetime of happiness. Therefore, for Li's lifelong reputation and happiness, I had to act cautiously. Li always cooperated well with me in keeping our relationship a secret. Because Li and I kept it so well, even though we'd been dating for over two years, no one else knew about our intimate relationship, not even our former matchmaker, my sister-in-law.
The small city where Li lived was about an hour's drive from my home in W city. During the two years we were dating (please allow me to say so), Li mostly came to W city to see me; I only visited her in her small city a very few times, and always during work trips. It wasn't that I didn't want to see her or didn't care about her—Li was undoubtedly the most important and most cherished woman in my life since the day I met her—but I didn't dare to see her. The reason I didn't dare was that Sha kept a close eye on me. Except for work-related trips, Sha almost never allowed me to travel far alone, let alone have an affair with another woman. Otherwise, if Sha made a scene, she would at least ruin my reputation and make it impossible for me to live a normal life. The second reason I dared not was that I was worried about how I would explain myself if Li's parents found out. After all, I'm a married older man, while Li is a young, unmarried woman. Most people, if they encountered such a situation, would assume I was seducing or deceiving their daughter, without considering that she genuinely likes and loves me. Sometimes, I would tell Li about my inconveniences and worries, and she always seemed understanding, saying she understood and wouldn't embarrass me. Then, Li would often take a bus for over an hour after her tiring classes to come to W city for a half-hour rendezvous before rushing back to her small city. Li would also often tell me emotionally that I was the only man she had ever loved in her life, and that no matter what happened, she would always love me. Seeing Li's beautiful, affectionate, and earnest eyes always deeply moved me. Through more than two years of getting to know Li, I have come to deeply realize that she is not only a beautiful, sincere, and kind woman, but also an extremely intelligent, persistent, and loyal one. Thinking about all this, I feel ashamed and embarrassed by my timidity, indecisiveness, and cowardice. "Am I even a real man?" I always ask myself.

Volume 1, Chapter 7.

I often silently vow in my heart: I must bring Li happiness, bring Li joy!

It was another summer afternoon, and just when I was missing Li terribly, she called me. I thought Li was coming to W city to see me, but Li said she wanted me to come to her house the next night, saying that no one else would be home, just her. I didn't understand why Li would suddenly have this idea. She knew it was a very difficult thing for me, especially since I didn't have an excuse to stay overnight on a business trip the next day. I knew Li wouldn't easily have such thoughts or requests, and I thought she must have something important to say. After my repeated requests, Li finally told me that the next day was her 20th birthday, and she really wanted me to stay with her at her house all night on her 20th birthday. She said it was a long-held desire of hers! I inwardly berated myself for being so careless. Li had told me about her 19th birthday, but I'd completely forgotten (perhaps because I've never really valued birthdays, including my own and my parents'). Seeing that I didn't respond for a while on the phone, Li probably thought I was having trouble answering, so she said, "I know it's inconvenient for you, so I'll just spend it alone..." When I came to my senses, I could hear Li sobbing on the other end of the line. At that moment, I felt my heart melt at her sobs. I quickly comforted her:

"Baby, don't cry, don't cry, I promise you, I'll definitely go!"

Actually, how could I not want to go? I even longed to be with Li every day, to be with her all the time!

When Li heard that I could come to visit her, her tears immediately turned to laughter, and she happily gave me her home address in detail.
The next day, I dressed myself neatly and lied to Sha, saying that I had an urgent business trip and would have to spend the night away from home. This was the first time in my life I had lied to a woman. I've always believed that lying is the worst quality a man can have. How wonderful it would be if people could all live honestly and without lying! Sha believed my lie without question. Although she knew our relationship wasn't harmonious, she still considered me an upright and honest man. As soon as I got off work at five o'clock in the afternoon, I took a taxi to the small city where Li lived. I ordered eleven "Blue Enchantress" roses from a florist and a beautiful cake to be delivered to Li's house. I thought Li would be very happy and touched by the gifts I gave her.
Whether heaven was moved by our deep affection or deliberately tormenting me, as I was on my way to Li's house, the clear blue sky suddenly darkened without warning, followed by thunder and a torrential downpour… Caught

completely off guard, I was instantly soaked to the bone.

Because I had never been to Li's house before, and was unfamiliar with the streets and residential layout of the small city where she lived, and also because I was hesitant, I didn't even dare to ask for directions. By the time I finally found Li's house, it was already around eight o'clock in the evening. Actually, Li had called me several times, asking me to wait somewhere for her to come pick me up, but I still didn't dare. I was worried that if I ran into one of Li's relatives or acquaintances, it would be very embarrassing or even lead to serious trouble. I told Li to wait at home, and that I would find it.

Humans are truly strange creatures. They always create so many obstacles for themselves, trapping themselves in their own webs! How wonderful it would be if everyone could live so easily and freely!

Volume One, Chapter Eight:

Li's home was in an upscale residential area. The area consisted of five or six typical six- or seven-story Chinese-style buildings with white walls and red tiles, arranged in a neat and orderly fashion. Between the buildings were lush green trees and some vibrant flowers whose names I didn't know—a beautiful environment. Li's home was on the fifth floor of one of these buildings.

Dragging my soaking wet clothes, I looked around nervously as I climbed the stairs, and nervously knocked on Li's door. Truly, I had never felt so disheveled or uneasy as I had that day.

Li opened the door and saw my comical, wet, and nervous appearance. As if gloating, she jumped up, hugged my neck tightly, and kissed me several times before letting me into the room. Li was clearly especially happy today. I was also infected by Li's joyful mood, and I felt much more relaxed and happy. Before I could even react, Li had produced a light blue yukata from somewhere and shoved me into the bathroom, urging me to quickly shower and change out of my wet clothes, saying I'd catch a cold otherwise.

I had no choice but to obediently go into the bathroom. Just as I was about to close the bathroom door, Li suddenly pressed it shut with her hand, looking at me with a mischievous, coquettish expression: "Don't close it, I want to watch you shower and change!" I had no choice but to comply. Actually, this wasn't the first time Li had done this. Whenever I showered, she always liked to lean against the bathroom door, watching me and talking to me. Li always said that this way she could spend more time watching me and keeping me company. So, I showered in the bathroom, while Li leaned against the bathroom door, gently watching me and talking to me. I also noticed that Li was wearing a yukata, a pink one, which made her look even more alluring! After I finished showering, Li gently dried me off with a towel and helped me put on the yukata. How considerate Li is! I held her tightly in my arms!

Li's home was a large three-bedroom, two-living-room suite, decorated in a simple yet grand, elegant, and warm style. Li's boudoir was filled with the fragrance and warmth of a young girl, creating a captivating atmosphere that made one reluctant to leave. Two things in Li's home were unforgettable to me. One, according to Li, was a 1.5-meter-long fake tiger made of real tiger fur, lying on the living room floor. The fur was smooth and delicate, with evenly spaced brown and white markings. Especially striking was its slightly raised face, its expression gentle and radiant with feminine charm, resembling a real tigress. The other was a large photograph of a woman hanging above the back of the living room sofa. It showed a woman sitting on a wooden swing in a garden, draped in a sheer, semi-transparent veil. Her long, flowing hair, though disheveled, cascaded casually over her shoulders and chest. Her hands rested on the ropes of the swing. She was slender and graceful, with delicate and beautiful features, exuding a unique charm. She looked to be around thirty years old. Li said that was a photo of her mother taken last year on her 37th birthday. I was a little incredulous. I said, "So beautiful! I thought it was your sister. You're so lucky." Li smiled and said, "My mom is my mom. I don't have a sister."

Suddenly, Li turned off all the lights in the living room, including the chandelier and fluorescent lights, leaving only one or two softly lit decorative wall lamps, candlelight around the cake on the glass coffee table in the center of the living room, and the beautiful melody of "Happy Birthday" playing from the stereo. The entire living room was instantly filled with a rich and romantic birthday atmosphere. The cake was a gift from me, and next to it were eleven charming yet elegant "Blue Enchantress" roses in a beautiful glass vase, which I had also given her. Bouquets of various kinds of flowers were also placed on the TV cabinet, along the walls, on the floor, and on both sides of the sofa. Li said that those flowers were gifts from her other friends, and of course, some of them were from male friends who liked and pursued her.

Volume 1, Chapter 9:

Li's face was brimming with happiness. She wrapped her arms tightly around my waist, looked up into my eyes, and said, "I'm so happy you could come to my house to celebrate my twentieth birthday with me today. You're the man I care about and love the most! If you hadn't come, I would feel like there was no point in anything at all..." As she spoke, two lines of tears slowly streamed down Li's face. I could feel that they were tears of happiness, tears of emotion. I kissed Li's face, kissed away her tears, and hugged her tightly! What a happy, unforgettable moment this was! I will etch it deep in my heart!

When blowing out the birthday candles, Li made two wishes with utmost sincerity. I asked her if she could tell me what she wished for, and Li mysteriously said, "I won't tell you for now, but I'll definitely tell you later." I didn't press further and could only leave it at that.

That night, I sang "Happy Birthday" three times for my beloved woman—Li. We drank two bottles of French red wine together, and Li, who doesn't usually drink much, actually drank almost a whole bottle. Li's face was slightly flushed after drinking, her lips were delicate and luscious, and her eyes were filled with feminine tenderness and love, making

her even more charming and alluring. I seemed to feel a little drunk myself; my blood, catalyzed by the alcohol, felt hot and flushed all over. Li stared at me blankly, and I stared back blankly at Li, and then we hugged each other tightly. As soon as we hugged, every cell in our bodies seemed to be activated by the French red wine, each one churning and colliding excitedly, as if it wanted to burst out of our bodies. I felt my lips were so dry... Li kept calling my name in a daze: "Hua-hua-hua..." while pulling hard on my bathrobe. I couldn't bear it any longer. I threw off my own yukata and ripped off Li's cumbersome pink yukata, throwing it far away. Then I pressed my entire body deep into Li's...

We were naked and tightly embracing each other, kissing, caressing, rolling, and roaring passionately on the soft carpet in the living room... as if the whole world had ceased to exist, as if we were one. Li was like an erupting volcano, "magma" continuously gushing from her body, seemingly trying to melt and devour me. I didn't back down at all, bravely fighting back, pressing Li tightly beneath me, inserting my "treasure" deep into her body until I firmly blocked her "crater," and using the even more violent and hotter "magma" erupting from my body to melt and assimilate Li's "magma." Li kept murmuring and moaning happily...

Not satisfied with our battle in the living room, we moved the battlefield to Li's bedroom. In Li's boudoir, we went at it again and again, countless battles raging, still full of excitement and wanting more.

I've always worshipped God wholeheartedly. It was He who created us men and women; it was He who let us experience the wonder of being human; it was He who let us enjoy the joy and happiness of being human. God is truly great! Whenever I hear people lamenting the hardships of life, complaining and blaming others, I always feel that they are truly ungrateful and create their own troubles.

But that night, the thing I never expected, yet what I had always feared, finally happened. Just as Li and I were wildly making love and enjoying ourselves in the boudoir, there was a sudden "knock, knock, knock" at the door. My passionate darling froze for a moment. But in this extremely urgent situation, Li remained calm. She simply whispered, "It must be my mom coming back. Don't worry, I'll handle it." As she spoke, Li answered, "Who is it? Coming!" while quickly putting on her bathrobe. She then took my discarded clothes and the men's leather shoes that were behind the door into her bedroom, closed the door, and went to open it.

Volume 1, Chapter 10

: I heard a gentle, loving woman's voice: "Honey, why are you still awake so late?"
Sure enough, it was Li's mother!

I quickly hid myself under the sheets on Li's bed, barely daring to breathe, and ridiculously placed a few of Li's clothes and two pillows on top of the sheets. Looking back now, I was even more of a "protester than a guilty conscience."

"Well, it's my birthday today. A few classmates and friends were having fun and just left. I'm still tidying up. Mom, didn't you say you had something to do and couldn't come back today? Why are you back?"

I could hear Li calmly dealing with her mother. Li's quick wit and composure that night left a deep impression on me; I still admire her and remember it vividly. This was also a very important reason why I later willingly "dedicated" myself entirely to Li.

"Mom just wanted to come back and celebrate your birthday with you, so I rushed back as soon as I finished my business. I'm so sorry, I even missed the tail end of your celebration." Li's mother kept apologizing to herself, so sincere and gentle.

What a good mother! What a good woman! I thought to myself, hiding under the sheets, wishing I could rush out and catch a glimpse of Li's mother—my "mother-in-law's" beautiful face.

"Honey, you must be tired too, get some rest. Mom will take care of things, and we'll celebrate your birthday together again tomorrow after Mom finishes her work."

"Then thank you for your trouble, Mom," I heard Li say as she pushed open the door to her bedroom and came in, then locked the door behind her.

At this moment, my heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally calmed down a little.

Li came over and patted the sheet on me, whispering, "Don't be nervous, it's okay."

I crawled out of the sheet, drenched in sweat.

Li said smugly in a low voice, "My mom gets up early for work tomorrow morning, she won't know you're hiding here." Then, Li added mischievously, "My mom is very beautiful, don't you want to see her?"
"How can I see her? Do you want me to embarrass myself?" I said angrily, trying to keep my voice down.

Suddenly, Li pulled me tightly and gently moved me behind the door.

My God, there was a peephole!

I carefully pressed my eye against the peephole. Li's mother was skillfully cleaning up the mess Li and I had left in the living room, occasionally glancing lovingly at Li's bedroom. I realized that Li's mother was even more beautiful than the woman I had seen in the living room photo!

That night, I couldn't sleep a wink, both nervous and excited. Blinded by love, the audacious Li, disregarding her mother sleeping in the next room, dragged me to the bedroom floor in the middle of the night to have sex with her!

And so, I met Jun for the first time, on the night I was celebrating her daughter's birthday, in her living room, after I had made love to her daughter passionately.

Volume 1, Chapter 11

: Sha's family was considered relatively wealthy in our area (this was probably a major reason why my parents were so eager to marry Sha, as it would lessen their burden on their son). She had many sisters, and Sha was the eldest. Sha wasn't lame or mentally challenged, but her looks were rather average; she was the kind of woman who was neither good enough for high-status nor low-status, making her a major problem for her family and a "key sales target." Her parents couldn't wait to send her away and marry her off to someone else, to relieve their worries and avoid losing face.

The day after I called, Sha came to the city and invited me to her house that night for a "visit." I couldn't refuse, and besides, I had that "why not take advantage of her?" mentality, so I went.

I finally found Sha's house in the city. The apartment her father bought for her in the city was a small, old-fashioned apartment of about 50 square meters, but it had a bedroom, a bathroom, a living room, and a kitchen—a small apartment that had everything you needed. When I arrived, Sha was already there anxiously waiting.

That day, Sha had clearly dressed up deliberately. She wore a bright red casual wool sweater, paired with a matching floral skirt, and off-white high-heeled shoes. She also wore heavy makeup. She looked much more glamorous and alluring than when we first met, which even made me a little restless.

Sha was very happy to see me, making me tea and playing music for me, showing great enthusiasm. I, who usually consider myself quite experienced and composed, felt rather restrained and flustered that day. To cover up my restraint and fluster and reverse my psychological disadvantage, I suggested taking Sha to a dance hall. Although I haven't had professional dance training, I felt pretty good about myself. At the time, my only thought was that, no matter what, I had to gain the psychological initiative and advantage over Sha so that I could completely conquer and capture her. Actually, now that I think about it, feelings between men and women built on the foundation of conquest and being conquered are unstable and cannot be called love. Love is an emotion of mutual attraction and pleasure built on the basis of equality between the sexes. Love cannot be generated through conquest, much less maintained through conquest. Sha didn't realize my true intentions and happily responded to my suggestion.

In the dance hall, amidst the dim and soft lights and dazzling music, I unabashedly displayed my emotions and dancing skills, spinning Sha until she was dizzy and panting. Through this, I regained my psychological advantage. At the same time, through this "natural, proper, and legitimate" "close contact," even physical intimacy, I unconsciously shortened the psychological distance between Sha and me, setting the stage for my later pursuit of her.
It was past midnight when I got back to Sha's house from the dance hall. When I realized Sha didn't want me to leave, I went along with it and stayed in her bedroom, lying down next to her.
That night, I think you can guess what happened—I did something I shouldn't have done to Sha. And so, in my foolishness and inescapable folly, I became completely dependent on Sha. By the time I wanted to escape, it was too late, and I helplessly surrendered myself to the "tomb of love" we had built together.

The most damning thing, and the one I still can't understand, is that when I inserted my hard penis into Sha's vagina that night, I couldn't find the pleasure a man should experience; instead, I felt utterly empty. At that moment, I realized even more deeply: Sha was really not the woman I wanted!

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