The flirtatious landlady

The deliveryman from next door, a guy named Ah Gou, came over for breakfast during my meal. He was about twenty years old, full of energy, and always wore a t-shirt and jeans to work.

My husband is thirty-six years old this year, seven years older than me. He's strong and imposing, but in essence, he's as timid as a mouse. Even
the part is as small as a mouse cub.
Back then, I was attracted to his strong appearance and married him.
He was very proper with girls, claiming to be promiscuous but not promiscuous, and he didn't dare to touch me. At the time, I thought he was an honest person. Given his personality,
I didn't dare to touch him even once before our wedding night,
so I never had the chance to touch him. Therefore, I had no idea he was a limp slut. To this day, I deeply regret it.
It's understandable to work hard to earn money, but the problem is that even after working so hard, I can't earn any money. For a month or two, I even lost so much money that I couldn't even
pay the wages of the pig shop clerks!
I had a lot of frustration that I couldn't vent. When I went to bed at night, I tossed and turned, my desire rising. My best entertainment was to demand what I deserved from my husband next to me.
My husband is terrified of my rough hands, so he often sleeps on his side. Whenever I sneak a moment to play cards with the deliveryman next door, my heart
softens the moment I draw the "North" tile, because when my husband is in bed, we're like the character "North," back to back, seemingly incompatible.
That deliveryman is also quite lewd; every time they play "One of Bamboo," they make faces at me with wicked grins. One says it's a "little hole," and the other
spits out questions. I'll join in, but they don't know I'm secretly itching for it, because it's my own secret.
Why doesn't he just play that "little hole"? When they play "Middle," they're still making suggestive remarks, intentionally or unintentionally saying to me, "I'll kill you with my middle finger!"
In bed, I'm usually the one who takes the initiative, like a beachhead taking over his flag. I want to raise his flagpole, but he remains lazy, forcing me to
continue the battle on land!
He laughs at me ... She's a gluttonous woman, and insatiably so, which infuriates me. I've never given birth, and I consider myself to be well-built and beautiful, yet she mocks me
like this—it's infuriating!
Speaking of "appetite," that's something I was born with, so how can you blame me? This wretched boy, so robust, is like a little silkworm; I should be the one
reflecting on
shortcomings. We've argued about appetites countless times, and every time I'm the one who concedes and takes the initiative... I had to beg him for favors, sometimes even humbling myself,
pleading and cajoling!
Alas! I feel so unlucky, marrying the wrong man!
This morning, I put my pants back on, pushed my bag away (but he lazily said he felt weak all over, supposedly because he was too wild last night and might have caught a cold!
I was furious; he'd made me feel utterly helpless last night, yet he still claimed to be sick so I could go to work alone, and he was listless all morning!
He was wearing shorts this morning!
"Good morning, Sister-in-law, a pork chop rice, please."
"What pork chop rice for breakfast? Didn't you eat last night?"
"Hehe, well... give me a sausage, a big one, really strong! And a packet of Vitasoy." Ah Gou chuckled.
I wasn't really into the joke; I was just starting to stir-fry sausages!
Ah Gou, always so annoying, followed me into the kitchen, saying he wanted to help. He stood next to me for a while, and I noticed something was off. I paid attention to his gaze; he was staring intently at my breasts.
I was in a bad mood this morning, so I was only wearing a t-shirt and no bra. He looked down at me, giving me a clear view of my breasts! I
thought to myself, this annoying guy is really something else, and I snapped at him. He pretended to help, then suddenly pressed against my butt! Whoosh, a heat came from behind, and I vaguely felt
like he had a penis! My heart skipped a beat, and "bang!" I dropped the pot, knocking it over and hitting a nearby water bottle, soaking my pants. Luckily, it was cold water,
or I'd be a "cooked chicken in boiling oil"!
Ah
Gou took the opportunity to grope me, his hand sweeping between my thighs. I spat, "Hey, you idiot!" Just then, I looked down and realized my pants were wet.
"A rat!" The idiot was terrified of rats, and upon hearing this, screamed and ran back to his room!
Afterwards, it became transparent, and suddenly, its fur became clearly visible.
Ah Gou saw that my scolding tone wasn't genuine anger, and that I had intentionally wet my pants. He secretly rejoiced and launched an attack, pulling
down my pants, saying he would dry them for me. My pants tripped me, exposing me. I could only reach down and press my private parts, while his hands gripped my breasts tightly and
began to rub them vigorously. I had never felt such pleasure before, and under his rubbing, I involuntarily let out a long, muffled groan! "The idiot is in the room,
let go!" I whispered to him, my heart pounding with fear!
This sentence reminded Ah Gou that I didn't mind my actions, even though it was a bit dangerous here and now. For the past two months, Ah Gou had often flirted with me, and
because I was feeling down, I joked around with him. I never expected him to take advantage of me! Without a word, he picked me up, and I cried out. He carried me into the
nearby latrine and closed the door, then unzipped his pants. Suddenly, I had a hot, thorny, magnificent, and spectacular life force in my hands—something I had never experienced before! I
exclaimed inwardly!
He pushed me against the wall, and I cried out again. This time, it was probably too loud, because after Ah Gou struggled for a while, the sound of his voice
came from the latrine, asking what had happened! I was so frightened that my whole body went limp. I held Ah Gou tightly, not letting him sway, and shouted to the bastard, "What a big
rat! It seems to have come out of the kitchen."
The feeling of having an affair was indescribable. After the bastard left, I felt like every cell in my body was coated with lubricant, so I happily continued what Ah Gou and I hadn't finished!
I ate my fill at breakfast, and Ah Gou laughed, "Wow, you have a big appetite!" Even Ah Gou said that about me. I had to admit that I was a
harlot, but it was too late to regret it. I strangely pushed him to the ground and then happily ate another meal.

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