Young Woman Yaqi (Long Novel)

(I)

A rumbling sound echoed from one end of the tunnel as a bus prepared to pull into the station.
Commuters waiting on the platform all turned to look in the same direction. On the MRT platform, a
sudden crisp sound of high heels came from behind. Several male commuters looked in the direction of the sound, their
eyes lighting up as they locked onto their target.

A beautiful woman was walking briskly from behind. Her long, flowing hair, well-fitting suit, fair
skin , tight-fitting skirt, slender legs, gleaming high heels, and designer handbag
completed her confident and radiant appearance.

"That was close! I almost missed it. I shouldn't be late today."

Watching the doors close rapidly and the train slowly pull away, the woman
smiled . Only two men, carrying briefcases, remained on the platform, staring blankly at the departing train. After
it disappeared from sight , one turned and their eyes met. Realizing why they hadn't met,
they both turned away with wry smiles. One looked down at his newspaper, while the other drifted off into reverie, recalling
the

beautiful figure he had just seen. Zhang Yaqi, twenty-six years old, a highly educated and attractive urban professional. Fresh
out of school she landed an assistant position at a prestigious company, the envy of everyone, and within two short years rose to become a top sales specialist.
Her outstanding achievements and tactful attitude earned her praise from colleagues and clients alike.

"She'll probably be the company's first female manager," was a common sentiment not only in the office
but also in Yaqi herself, who was quite confident it was only a matter of time.

Her career achievements convey a sense of confidence and strength, yet beneath this strong-woman exterior
, Ya-Chi also displays a delicate, feminine charm. It's no wonder, given that she's only been married for three months and is already a
new bride eager to cook and prepare meals for her husband's younger sister.

Seven months ago, her college boyfriend proposed. After three days of "restraint," Ya-Chi happily
accepted. Although her parents had slightly criticized her for having seven boyfriends in just over a year since her military service,
they couldn't resist the pleading
looks of their beloved daughter and finally gave their blessing.

The couple rented a small apartment in the suburbs of Taipei. After the wedding, Ya-Chi didn't quit her job and continued commuting
daily . Her husband works for a private company, in the trading industry, and rarely mentions
his work. Ya-Chi is busy with her own career and hasn't paid much attention.

"We'll buy a car in a year, so I can pick you up from work. A few years later, we'll buy a small house
, and then..."

Ya-Chi and her husband earnestly planned their beautiful future.

Ya-Chi found a seat and yawned, covering her mouth with her hand. Newlywed nights are naturally filled with passion.
Ya-Chi recalled last night... oh, no, it should be "this" morning's intimacy, the slight tingling in her private parts,
as if the lingering warmth of her husband's penis still remained deep inside her. Ya-Chi's cheeks flushed slightly, and her legs involuntarily pressed
closer together.

When they were newlyweds, Ya-Chi wasn't really willing to have sex with her husband four or five nights a week, since
they were both working professionals and needed plenty of energy to meet the challenges the next day. But she always managed to resist her husband
's advances.

Ya-qi was also a little puzzled as to why he seemed so energetic after work, sometimes even leaving her feeling utterly exhausted
. Perhaps he'd figured it out; the feeling of sex was increasingly satisfying for Ya-qi, which was why she'd recently
started rushing to work in the mornings to avoid being late.

When Ya-qi snapped out of her reverie,
she Looking up slightly, she saw a high school student with a childish face, staring intently at her
legs.

Ya-qi was annoyed by this impolite gaze, but also felt a vain sense of elation. Yaqi knew she was
naturally beautiful. Dressed in designer clothes, wearing alluring perfume, her delicate pink hue, and possessing a naturally elegant demeanor
, she always attracted attention wherever she went. No wonder this teenage boy was staring so intently at her
fair thighs encased in stockings; especially since her tight skirt had ridden up a few centimeters after she sat down, making
his heart race and him completely distracted.

Yaqi coughed lightly and pulled down the hem of her skirt, causing the boy to blush and look out the window. She also noticed that
the male passengers in the same carriage were doing the same thing.

"All crows are black," Yaqi thought to herself, her anger subsiding and
replaced by a feeling of helplessness. "Good morning

, Manager

Liao!" Yaqi greeted the short, stout man in the elevator with a smile.

"Good morning, Miss Zhang," the man replied with a grin.

This man was Yaqi's direct supervisor, surnamed Liao. He was a typical overweight middle-aged man, wearing large
glasses, and only reached Yaqi's shoulder in height. His fashion sense was questionable, and he
always wore a forced, insincere smile.

When Yaqi first joined the company, unfamiliar with the environment, she was extremely respectful, and naturally, she treated her supervisor
with the same deference. It was only after several months of experience and warnings from female colleagues that she realized he was
a lecherous pig in human skin. This lecherous pig often took the opportunity to harass pretty female subordinates. Manager Liao's usual
method was to frequently come to the office to "inspect" them

, whether there was a reason or not. This so-called "inspection" was indeed just
looking
around; he would either stand behind female employees who were working, staring at their firm breasts under their collars, or steal glances at their beautiful legs under their tight skirts; or he would feign greetings, put his arm around their shoulders or pat their backs, and intentionally or unintentionally tease their bra straps. As a result, every time this lecherous pig appeared in the office, it caused
a small commotion. Every female employee would either quickly check if their tops were straight or pull down their skirts and close their legs
to avoid any exposure.

Ya-Chi remembers that after working for a week, she was squatting in front of the filing cabinet looking for meeting materials. Because
she was in a hurry and couldn't find them, Ya-Chi forgot about her manners in her anxiety.

As she was about to get up, Yaqi realized that her department head, Manager Liao, was standing in the doorway, staring wide-eyed at her open
thighs , and even more disturbingly, drool was dripping from his mouth. Only then did Yaqi realize her embarrassment and hurriedly...
She left, blushing.

From then on, Manager Liao's "inspections" focused even more on her.

Ya-qi didn't want him to continue, but if it weren't for these minor, hard-to-prove harassments, she
would have had this lecherous pig sued for sexual harassment long ago. Besides, Ya-qi's ambition made her tolerate it; after all, he
held the power of promotion.

"One day I'll make you pay!" Every time she saw that spitting pig face, Ya-qi would
comfort herself with this thought.

"Ms. Zhang, why have you been almost late lately?"

"Really?" Ya-qi replied without turning her head, clutching her documents. There were only two people in the elevator.

"Are you too busy at night? Don't overwork yourself!" Manager Liao said with a lewd smile.

"That dead pig!" Ya-qi cursed inwardly, but still nodded and smiled.

"Sorry, I'll come earlier next time."

"It's okay."

Ya-Chi didn't reply, just stared at the increasing number of floors. The elevator fell silent again

. "By the way, what brand of pantyhose do you usually wear?"

"What!?"

"Oh! No, I didn't mean anything by it. Look, your pantyhose seem to have a hole."

Ya-Chi looked down and saw a hole in the back of her left pantyhose.

"A company's employees' attire can reflect its vitality, so..."

Before Manager Liao could finish, Ya-Chi immediately apologized and promised never to do it again.

"You pig-headed idiot!" Yaqi rolled her eyes and cursed inwardly. "All you do is stare at women's thighs, and you're
a master's degree holder

at that ? You have no shame."

Inside the women's restroom, two female employees were chatting in front of a vanity mirror.

"What bad luck, I got sexually harassed first thing in the morning. It's infuriating. Jiazhen, do you have any spare pantyhose?"
Yaqi lifted her skirt and slowly took off her frayed stockings, throwing them into the trash can.

"Sorry, I don't have any spares," the other employee replied, touching up her stockings with a powder compact. Yu Jiazhen, Yaqi's
senior colleague in the same department, is a year older than Yaqi. She wore a well-tailored, plain-colored suit, her shoulder-length hair styled in an updo, revealing her fair and delicate
neck. She was a beautiful woman no less stunning than Yaqi.

"Never mind then, I won't wear it."

"You have to be ruthless with pigs like that. Like that time he casually touched my butt, and I 'accidentally
' stomped on it hard with my heel. After that, he never dared to mess with me again."

"I'll make him pay!" Yaqi said resentfully.

"By the way, how's your married life? It must be very sweet, otherwise why is your eyeshadow so heavy?"

"You rascal! Don't joke like that."

Although she was unhappy, Yaqi felt a surge of tenderness in her heart, and her previous gloomy thoughts
vanished . Thinking of Ni's affectionate and playful behavior with her husband after returning home made Yaqi blush and her heart race.

"Oh! What are you thinking about? Your face is so red, is it...?"

"You're so annoying!" Yaqi pouted her bright red lips, pretending to punch Jiazhen. "Feeling guilty, huh!" The two women laughed

and joked around. "Hmm, you did a great job. That's settled then." In the conference room, Manager Liao handed a report back to Yaqi. "Sorry to make you work overtime, the boss needs this document tomorrow." "It's okay, I'm going home now." Yaqi stood up and looked at the clock on the wall; it was almost seven o'clock. "Okay, bye-bye." Yaqi quickly tidied up and rushed home. The company was deserted; only Yaqi's footsteps echoed . Yaqi stood in front of the elevator, waiting for it to come up, thinking about what dinner to take home. Suddenly, she felt something behind her. Yaqi turned around and looked, but saw nothing. "Just my imagination," Yaqi thought, tilting her head. The elevator dinged as it arrived. Looking at the closing elevator doors, not far around the corner, a pair of eyes were peering through a V8 camera lens. In a ground-floor apartment, a television in the living room was playing an image. A man, naked from the waist down, stared intently at the screen, masturbating vigorously. The screen displayed the back of a woman's body; strangely, in the distorted image, her underwear was clearly , as if pierced through. This was the result of high-tech technology; a certain brand of camera, fitted with a filter and certain types of clothing, could produce this effect. "Heh, heh, so good, I'll fuck you to death, you little slut." "Why are you wearing high-waisted underwear? Who are you trying to seduce?" the man muttered, his hand moving faster as he masturbated . With a "Whoa!" the man ejaculated violently into the screen. "Damn it, Zhang Yaqi, one day I'll make you cum to death." The obese Manager Liao lay exhausted on the sofa, grabbing toilet paper to wipe his penis. White fluid sprayed everywhere, filling the room with a fishy smell. (II) "It feels like a dream, this must be happiness!" Yaqi leaned against the edge of the bathtub, staring blankly at the steaming water. The relaxation of her body and mind made Yaqi feel incredibly comfortable. Her past life seemed to play : the love and care of her parents and teachers, her vibrant school life, her success in the workplace, and her handsome and gentle husband. Thinking of her husband, Yaqi recalled the scene when he confessed his love to her. In that instant, it felt as if angels were flying above her. It wasn't the first time a boy had confessed; beautiful women were never short of suitors, but this feeling of being moved was something she had never experienced before. Yaqi's heart pounded, and she remembered almost nothing after that. She only remembered that they had agreed to go to the movies , and then she tossed and turned all night, unable to sleep, eagerly anticipating their date. She got out of the bathtub, stood on the bathroom floor, and reached for the showerhead, letting the warm water flow . Yaqi wiped away the water droplets condensing on the mirror, and saw her reflection. "I love your dimples when you smile."

The words her husband had spoken during their first kiss, cradling her face, seemed to echo in her ears again. A sudden
tremor . A small, burning flame seemed to ignite within her chest. Not just her chest, but her entire body felt a gradual warming
.

Her gaze shifted slightly downwards, looking down at Yaqi's breasts. They weren't large, but firm and pink, perfectly proportioned to
her figure . Yaqi held the showerhead to her chest, touching her
breasts with her hands. She flicked her nipple with her index finger, and the soft nipple hardened sensitively.

Yaqi closed her eyes slightly, the sensation of her husband's touch slowly replaying in her mind. Suddenly, a throbbing
sensation spread through her chest. It wasn't painful, but a tingling sensation permeated her body. Even the untouched nipples
hardened . Yaqi cupped her breasts from below, holding the showerhead against the tips of her nipples while slowly massaging
her entire breast.

"Mmm..." Yaqi groaned involuntarily, her nipples hardening as if twisted, their usual pink color
now turning a dark red. This was due to the intense pleasure causing them to swell and become congested.

The showerhead moved down from her chest, the warm water washing over her lower abdomen.

This wasn't the first time she'd done this. When she was a young girl, she knew it wasn't right,
but secretly enjoyed this forbidden pleasure. She hadn't done this since entering society, but for some reason
, the pleasure had returned to her tonight.

Actually, Yaqi didn't realize her body had changed. Her newlywed sex life had awakened her physical potential; when
exposed to sensory stimulation, her body no longer reacted with rejection and stiffness but with an open acceptance.

People say that a newlywed woman's body seems to exude an alluring charm, teasing and seducing the senses of men who
follow , although this wasn't a message the woman consciously sent.

This must be what mature charm is all about.

"Yaqi, are you alright? Why did you take so long to shower?" The knock on the door pulled Yaqi back to reality from her reverie
.

"Uh, I'm done showering." Yaqi grabbed a towel to dry herself, as if waking from a dream.

"You can shower now!" Yaqi said, drying her wet hair, and opened the door to let her husband in.

Her fair skin, after being soaked in hot water, revealed an alluring rosy glow. Gazing at his wife's radiant beauty
, Yaqi's husband couldn't resist wrapping his arms around her slender waist from behind, his hands roaming freely.

"Oh dear, what are you doing!" Yaqi's already flushed face turned even redder.

"What does it matter? We're an old married couple, anyway, just wait a bit..."

"Who said we're an old married couple? You can wait all you want." Ya-Chi giggled and pushed her husband inside.

"Take your time washing." Ya-Chi picked up the hairdryer and sat in front of the vanity to dry her wet hair.

Helpless
,
her husband obediently closed the door and took a shower. Would he wash slowly and carefully? Of course not. The "intimate moments" he had been anticipating all day had already made him incredibly aroused; he just wanted to quickly rinse off and be done with it. He only knew that his beloved wife was extremely clean, otherwise he would have already pounced on her like a hungry tiger and enjoyed himself.

"So comfortable!"

Ya-Chi lay comfortably on the bed, the soft light reflecting on her smooth, satin-like body, giving it a faint
sheen. A hand slowly traced from the base of her breasts, along the ridge to the summit, creating
a scene with an indescribable beauty.

As if remembering something, Yaqi got up and took out her underwear from the wardrobe, slowly putting it on. Looking at herself in the mirror,
Yaqi turned around.

"Isn't it too sexy?"

Yaqi's skin was smooth and delicate, from her breasts to her thighs, seemingly never having seen the sun, appearing exceptionally white,
especially her breasts, which had a vibrant sheen, revealing blue veins. At the apex were light pink areolas and small
nipples, even more alluring under the half-covering of a small bra; the thin panties couldn't conceal her full
hips at all.

"I'll wear this tonight!"

Yaqi smiled sweetly, satisfied, and tiptoed to the bathroom door to listen for any sounds inside.
The sound of running water stopped, and through the glass, a blurry figure was dressing. Yaqi quickly lay back down on the bed,
turning to her side and pretending to close her eyes.

Sleeping Beauty lay sprawled, awaiting the prince's kiss.

After waiting a long time without receiving a kiss, Yaqi opened her eyes and turned to the side, wondering what was happening.
Suddenly, a figure pounced on her.

"Ah! You're so annoying..." Before she could finish speaking, a warm tongue had already probed inside. "Mmm, mmm"
sounds escaped from their intertwined mouths.

"You rascal!" Yaqi gasped, pinching her husband's cheek. After a moment's pause, her soft, moist
lips pressed against his. Yaqi completely ignited her husband's passion, responding fervently to her advances; their tongues
intertwined, their breaths growing hotter and more rapid. Yaqi's soft body pressed closer and closer
; the sudden contact, combined with the man's breath, gradually made her weak, her arms limply encircling her
husband 's neck.

"You almost melted me," Yaqi's husband said, propping his head up with one hand and smiling at his wife.

Yaqi, her face flushed with desire, teased, "Want more?"

"Of course!"

Yaqi's husband pounced on her again, pinning her down tightly. His hands began to roam freely, gently but quickly kneading her full
breasts . She went limp, her hands weak and powerless. Her delicate skin and
sensitive nipples were incredibly alluring.

Yaqi's husband buried his face between her breasts, his tongue greedily sucking on the delicate nipple,
his tongue circling and swirling around it. Meanwhile, his other hand conquered the other breast,
alternating between hands and mouth.

Yaqi grew increasingly excited, her lower body beginning to writhe. Soft, almost murmured words
escaped from her lips.

"Zhaolin, Zhaolin..."

Yaqi whispered her husband's name, but Zhaolin, burning with desire, paid no heed to her words,
focusing on his assault. Her transparent, lace-trimmed lingerie had long since been pulled down,
revealing a triangular pubic area that seemed to radiate powerful energy, drawing in any seeker.

A hand lightly touched that pubic area, wandering along the mountain stream. The moment it slipped between her thighs, it felt a
wetness , and the entrance seemed slightly ajar, awaiting the arrival of its guest.

"Ah...ah...oh..."

Ya-Chi felt the burning heat surging through her lower body, and Zhao-Lin, unleashing his untapped
potential , thrust deeper and more skillfully, sending Ya-Chi into the abyss of pleasure.

Her entire private area felt like it was gradually filling up. Her clitoris slowly tingled, becoming hot and hard.
Ya-Chi 's legs were spread wide, the electric pleasure penetrating her from head to toe in a straight line.

"Ugh..."

Feeling her waist rising, Ya-Chi bit her husband's shoulder, desperately trying to suppress her high-pitched breathing. The intense
pleasure made Zhao-Lin thrust with all his might. The same intense pleasure caused Ya-Chi to
uncontrollably let out a series of breathtaking moans.

"Ahhh, so good..." A premonition of an impending explosion stimulated her, and Ya-Chi finally
couldn't hold back .

"Ahhh... I can't take it anymore..." Her snow-white, full buttocks involuntarily thrust upwards, her supple waist trembling
uncontrollably , until only ecstasy rapidly expanded; her pink vagina clenched and spasmed, shimmering fluids
flowing out in waves, while she uncontrollably let out long, lewd cries of pleasure; she felt
a warm, melting sensation , as if time had completely stopped—and then came the endless descent.

Yaqi reached her peak climax, and Zhaolin, unable to hold back any longer in her convulsing vagina, thrust forcefully and
ejaculated . After Zhaolin completely ejaculated, Yaqi's vulva still clung to her husband's penis, as if reluctant to let go.

Zhaolin lay panting on her soft flesh, her face flushed, her long eyelashes fluttering, enjoying
the afterglow of her orgasm.

Zhaolin kissed the sweaty Yaqi, then embraced his wife and slowly closed his eyes. Yaqi, with a
satisfied smile, nestled in her husband's arms and fell asleep peacefully.

(III)

"Still sleeping! It's almost time for work, you'll be late."

Yaqi, dressed in her underwear, sat in front of the dressing table, deftly applying makeup and
tidying her
appearance while urging her husband, who was still lying in bed, to hurry up. Hearing his wife's urging, Zhaolin stretched and slowly got out of bed, looking reluctant.

"I have to rush to work, so make yourself breakfast as usual, and remember to eat. I'll bring
something , so if you're hungry, go downstairs to the 7-Eleven and grab something to eat first. Oh, and if you
come home early tonight, remember to spin-dry the clothes in the washing machine and then take the laundry basket to wash. Put the detergent in
first , wait for it to dissolve, and then put the clothes in. Don't do it the same way as last time, or the bleach will smell
too strong. Also…"

"Okay," Zhaolin replied, lazily getting up to get dressed.

"Don't be like that, you need to be more energetic," Yaqi glanced at her husband in the mirror.

"I'm busy with work right now, so I don't have much time or energy to fulfill my duties as a wife. Once I get promoted, I'll have
more free time, and I'll make it up to you then, okay?"

Hearing his wife's words, Zhaolin's expression changed slightly, but Yaqi, who was putting on makeup, didn't
notice .

Yaqi sat back on the edge of the bed, kissed her husband like she was comforting a child, and tenderly stroked his face, gently
wiping away the sleep from the corner of his eyes. Zhaolin smiled, took Yaqi's hand, and kissed it.

"Get up quickly." Seeing her husband's smile, Yaqi returned it with a sweet smile.

Looking at his wife's face, Zhaolin said, "Well, I have something I want to discuss with you tonight."

"Okay, then I'll try not to work overtime and come home early. Oh no, I'm running late!
We can talk about it later tonight, bye-bye."

Yaqi remembered it was time for work, so she hurriedly got up and dressed, quickly pulling up her pantyhose and skirt, throwing on
a coat, grabbing her briefcase, and rushing out the door.

Zhaolin watched her departing figure, then lay back down on the bed, his hands behind his head, staring thoughtfully at the ceiling. "Why are you late today? Oh, right, that pig wants you to go see him later."

She had barely sat down when her colleague Jiazhen poked her head in for a chat. "Nothing, he wants to see me?" Yaqi frowned slightly, skillfully turning on her computer, one hand holding the mouse to launch Outlook to check her calendar, the other sipping her breakfast drink. Jiazhen also peeked into the cubicle, watching from the side. "You forgot to zip up your zipper," Jiazhen whispered in Yaqi's ear. "What!" Ya-qi exclaimed in surprise, reaching behind her to check. Because she was almost late for work this morning, she had just thrown on some clothes and left, forgetting to zip up the back of her skirt. "No wonder there are so many people." Ya-qi remembered that when she got out of the elevator earlier today, she was the only one there. The company building was very tall, and usually , not many people went up, but today was unusual; there was a whole group of people in the elevator. The thought of a dozen eyes staring at her backside, her underwear completely exposed, made Ya-qi feel both embarrassed and angry. "I finished the report the boss needed yesterday. Isn't Xiao Chen handling the Xinguang case? What else ?" Slightly annoyed, Ya-qi frantically clicked around on the screen with her mouse. An unread email appeared in her inbox; the sender was Zhang Zijun. "Zhang...Zi...Jun?!" "Ah! Right, it's Zhang Zijun's evaluation report." Yaqi answered to herself, as if remembering something. "So it's about that handsome young man. Time flies, it's already been three months." Jiazhen leaned back on the table and chatted with Yaqi. "I inquired at the HR department. I heard he's a graduate of a prestigious national university, and he joined our company ; his family is in business, and it seems they plan to let him work outside for a few years before he comes back to take over the family business." "Huh, doesn't he have to serve in the military?" Yaqi turned to look at Jiazhen. Jiazhen thought for a moment and then said, "He's a National Guard soldier, and he looks quite strong. I wonder what reason he had for not serving. But it's good, he looks clean and healthy, unlike some guys who become completely different after serving, smoking, drinking, and going to prostitutes—coming back with a host of bad habits. Aren't you his mentor ? Why are you asking me?" "I only guide him professionally; I don't ask him much about his personal life." "Oh dear, why are you putting on airs? As colleagues, we should treat each other well, especially this young man..."

"He's quite handsome too. Every time you two talk together, you have no idea how much attention all the older and younger women in the office
are paying attention to you. I've even heard that several hot girls from different departments are interested in pursuing him, and his fan club is being
formed." Jiazhen started talking non-stop once she got going.

"Nonsense, he's not a singer, he doesn't have a fan club. By the way, Jiazhen, were you
exaggerating what you just said about me?" Yaqi asked Jiazhen nervously.

"Really? Ah, you're a married woman, or maybe you're newly married, there are some things you can't say." Jiazhen
covered her mouth with her hand, stuck out her tongue, and gave a look of sudden realization.

"Sorry, I'll be more careful in the future and won't spread it around. Okay, I have to go now. By the way, how about I come over to your place
today ? I haven't seen your new house yet."

"Sure, let's walk together after work then."

Actually, Ya-qi knew Jia-zhen was right, so aside from work, she didn't interact with him much,
intentionally avoiding this young man and keeping a distance. To be honest, Ya-qi didn't dislike him. When she was
assigned to mentor him by her superiors, she actually felt a little lost.

Thinking about this, Ya-qi found it a bit funny. She was a worldly woman, yet she was
made flustered by a greenhorn.

This is understandable. Since entering the workforce, Yaqi has only encountered either elderly men or slicked-back
middle-aged men. So, when a young colleague with a fresh, student-like aura entered the company, it certainly caught Yaqi's
attention and garish impression.

Yaqi bent down and casually tugged at her stockings, adjusting the seams. The misaligned stockings made Yaqi
uncomfortable, but she only had time to adjust them now. After a while, Yaqi noticed someone standing at
the exit of . Looking up, she saw Zhang Zijun, holding documents, standing smiling in front of her.

"Is there something you need?" Yaqi asked, slightly embarrassed, her face flushed, straightening her posture.

"It's like this, there's a problem with the case at the Asia Pacific company that I'd like to ask about. Manager Liao asked me to contact you, and I sent
an email to you, senior."

"Oh, yes, yes, I received it. Sure, let me see it." Ya-Chi hadn't paid attention to the email's
contents and answered somewhat guiltily.

So Ya-Chi took the documents and answered the questions one by one. Zhang Zi-Jun leaned closer, bending down
to listen .

"Hmm, remember to prepare a quotation first. You'll need to contact Ms. Lin in the accounting department frequently for this part,
and then ..."

Ya-Chi turned her head to talk to Zhang Zi-Jun, only then realizing how close they were; Zhang Zi-Jun's
breath was almost brushing against Ya-Chi's ear.

Ya-Chi's heart fluttered, and she continued speaking, but her mind was in turmoil; she could almost hear
her own heart pounding. The boy beside her took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, his rhythmic and gentle masculine
breath wafting over her.

Where was he looking? Yaqi dared not look. Was he looking at official documents, or something
else ? His shoulder-length curly hair was piled up, revealing his fair neck—was it here? The lace
neckline of his blouse accentuated the full curves of his chest—was it here? In his haste today, had he forgotten to button
his shirt ?

Yaqi dared not think any further. She quickly composed herself and stood up. Zhang Zijun then straightened up and took a step back,
his face still bearing a childish smile, but his cheeks were flushed like Yaqi's. His eyes seemed unsure
where , his head lowered as he stared at the file in his hands.

"I'm going to get a glass of water."

Ignoring Zhang Zijun's response, Yaqi left her seat without looking back, leaving Zhang Zijun
standing there dumbfounded, unsure what to do.

"It's the scent." Yaqi suddenly understood why she felt a connection with this young man.

There was no expensive cologne, no cheap, mercenary smell of smoke or alcohol, only an indescribable,
refreshing aroma. She hadn't encountered that scent in a long time; Yaqi remembered a similar scent only on her husband
. Back then, he was still a student, and perhaps it was this scent that attracted her to him,
leading to .

Thinking of her husband, less than a year into their marriage, she was already having feelings for another man. A pang of guilt rose in Yaqi's heart ; she felt she had wronged him. She also realized that it seemed like this scent had disappeared from him ever
since he went to serve in the army . (IV) "Bye-bye, Jia-zhen and I will be leaving later, see you tomorrow," Ya-qi said to her colleague. It was time to leave work, and the office was quickly empty. "How big is your little sweetheart apartment? Is it rented or bought?" Jia-zhen asked. "It's rented. It's about 20 square meters, with one bedroom and a small living room. The location is good, very close , so transportation is quite convenient." "Why don't you ask your husband to drive you around? It's only a few hundred thousand, and you don't have to worry about the wind and rain. Unlike me, no one drives me around, and I can't even drive myself," Jia-zhen said sullenly. "Oh, um...we plan to save up for a down payment on the house first, then buy a car. Anyway, transportation is convenient, so it's fine " Ya-qi quickly organized the documents at hand and replied sullenly. "Yaqi, with your looks and qualities, you could easily marry a rich young master and live the life of a pampered Why did you marry a poor guy?" Yaqi had been asked similar questions countless times and was already impatient. She had prepared her standard answer repeat it to anyone who asked. "I don't think money is... and..." Yaqi explained to Jiazhen like a broken record, while simultaneously reflecting on her relationship with her husband. Several months into their marriage, the passion of the honeymoon had slowly faded. Jiazhen's question brought , and Yaqi realized that she didn't really understand her husband's financial management. Knowing her husband's family wasn't wealthy, she kept the wedding simple, with the dowry and other expenses merely formalities. After the wedding, she covered all household expenses herself; even the rent, which had been agreed upon as her husband's responsibility, was instead paid by Ya-Chi a month later after the bank notified the account was empty. From their dating days, Ya-Chi knew her husband, Zhao-Lin, had no concept of money; he had spent five years in university...

She rarely worked, and her jobs after being discharged from the military were short-lived, so she couldn't save much money. Plus, she liked to socialize with friends, making
buying a car and a house a pipe dream.

Although she had worked for two years and earned a higher salary, making her financially more secure than her husband,
society still considered supporting the family a man's responsibility. Even though Ya-Chi was a modern woman, she still felt a little uneasy.

"This won't do!" Ya-Chi decided to have a serious talk with her husband.

"It's only the beginning, it's not too late, let's start now!" With this thought, Ya-Chi perked up and enthusiastically
began planning.

Women are always extremely interested in changing a man, regardless of their role—girlfriend,
wife , mother—it's all the same

.

"What?..."

Ya-Chi snapped out of her daze, realizing that Jia-Zhen was nudging her with his elbow.

"What are you daydreaming about? Your friend is talking to you." Jiazhen winked and gestured with her lips.

Before she knew it, they were in the elevator. Zhang Zijun was standing in front of her, still wearing that blank
smile .

"Goodnight, seniors," Zhang Zijun greeted.

"Congratulations! You're now a full-time employee. Seeing how hard you work and how good your qualifications are, you're sure to have a bright
future. Please give you your support," Jiazhen said sweetly, her eyes crinkling with laughter.

"Not at all, I'll need your guidance in work matters."

"The colleagues are having a welcome party this Saturday, Yaqi, do you want to go?"

"I have something to do, I can't go," Yaqi glanced at Zhang Zijun, seeing his expectant gaze, and
answered .

"Oh." Disappointment showed on her face.

Jiazhen glanced at the two of them, her keen female intuition already detecting a hint of ambiguity.

"Goodbye, we're leaving."

As the elevator doors opened, Jiazhen turned back to wave goodbye to Zhang Zijun, while Yaqi stepped out without looking back.

Zhang Zijun walked slowly behind, watching Yaqi's slender back, her youthful face once again adorned with that signature smile.

"

We're here. You go in first, I'll go downstairs to buy something," Yaqi said, opening the door.

Jiazhen took off her shoes in the entryway and went inside. The suite was pitch black; it seemed Zhaolin hadn't returned yet.

Yaqi placed her briefcase by the door and was about to leave when a gasp came from inside. She quickly turned on
the light and saw a man carrying Jiazhen, who had just entered, from behind.

"Husband, what are you doing?" Yaqi demanded angrily, hands on her hips. The

man was Zhaolin. He froze, looked at Yaqi, then glanced down at the woman in his arms, and was startled. He quickly pulled away. "I...I...sorry, I thought it was..." Zhaolin stammered, looking terrified. Jiazhen stood there, still shaken, her hands covering her chest, her face flushed. Zhaolin stood helplessly to the side. Yaqi walked over and tapped her husband on the head with her finger: "You're not a child anymore, what kind of game are you playing? It'll scare people to death!" Yaqi glared at Zhaolin and said, "Let me introduce you, this is my colleague Yu Jiazhen." "Hello, hello, I'm sorry, I thought you were my wife, so..." Zhaolin stammered . "It's...it's...okay, I'm fine," Jiazhen said with a smile. "Let's eat, I'm starving," Yaqi said, pushing the two of them. Then she put the dinner she had bought on the small table , and the three of them sat on the floor and started chatting. "Yu...Jia...Zhen, I think I've heard that name before in our department." "You remember now, I was in Class A. I just recognized you too," Jiazhen said, looking at Zhaolin with a teasing gaze. "Yes, yes, I've seen you a few times, but we're in different classes so we don't see each other often, so I didn't recognize you at first," Zhaolin said happily. "So you two were classmates before?" Yaqi asked in surprise. "Yeah, before..." Zhaolin said. Once the conversation started, the two, who hadn't seen each other in a long time, excitedly chatted about their school days. Yaqi, however, couldn't get a word in edgewise and silently listened. "Ah, I forgot to buy drinks. You can keep the guests company," Yaqi said, getting up and leaving, leaving the two . The two, interrupted, couldn't find a way to continue their conversation and could only eat quietly . "Hey, is this your wedding photo? Let me see," Jiazhen broke the silence, looking around and spotting the photo on the TV, then went over to look at it. "Yes, that's..." Zhao Lin's eyes suddenly lit up. A round, full bottom swayed gently in front of him , her jade-like legs slightly parted, the color of her stockings making her exposed thighs appear radiantly pink. The scent, different from his wife's, filled his nostrils. Remembering the soft, warm body he had just felt, Zhao Lin felt a surge of ecstasy, and his manhood stood erect involuntarily. He was completely intoxicated by Jia Zhen's fragrance, so much so that he didn't even notice Ya Qi entering the room and coming to his side. It wasn't until Ya Qi gently patted his shoulder that Zhao Lin abruptly looked up, smiling awkwardly. Ya Qi, unaware of his strange behavior, continued chatted and laughed all evening. It was getting late. After seeing Jiazhen off, the couple prepared for bed in their bedroom. "Yaqi, I have something I want to tell you," Zhaolin said to his wife, who was lying in bed, after taking a shower. " I can't talk to you anymore, bye. What's wrong, honey?" Yaqi asked, hanging up the phone and getting up to go into the bathroom to shower. "It's like this, I... I resigned," Zhaolin managed to say, his fingers interlaced. "Ah, why? You were doing just fine, what happened?" Yaqi, who , came out in surprise upon hearing her husband's words. "Nothing, I just felt there was no future in it, and the boss was stingy, so I quit." "Then what do you want to do in the future? The economy is bad right now, jobs are hard to find, you could wait a while before changing jobs, why quit?" Yaqi frowned immediately upon hearing this. "It's okay, I'm going to be my own boss, that way all the hard-earned money is mine, I don't have to depend on ," Zhaolin said excitedly, his eyes lighting up.

"But being a boss isn't easy either. Leaving aside other issues, the question of where to get funding is a huge problem."

Zhao Lin's smile froze; his wife's constant dampening of his enthusiasm made him very unhappy.

"My dad's retirement savings are going to be used for my investments, and my mom's also set up a few projects for me to use. I'm going to partner with some
friends to set up a factory in mainland China. The wages are cheaper there, and we can all work hard as factory managers. They have connections for domestic and
international sales, and we can even sell to the US. We'll be making millions, millions at a time, instead of just earning a fixed
salary ."

"But you're not familiar with this industry. Can you trust those friends? I've heard the situation in mainland China isn't very stable, and many
Taiwanese businesses have lost money. Taking my parents' money like this..."

"Do you support me or not?" Zhaolin interrupted him impatiently.

"You started working earlier than me, of course you earn more. These days, the economy is bad, even big companies are
going bankrupt. Why should I wait until the company collapses and I get laid off? I'm a man, after all. I should take the opportunity to venture out. I can't just stay at
home washing clothes and cooking, relying on my wife to support the family."

Ya-Chi sensed the hidden meaning in her husband's words and fell silent.

Her husband, who had never raised his voice to her before, was yelling at her for the first time today. This not only startled Ya-Chi but also made
her feel a pang of sadness. She lowered her head, and a tear involuntarily rolled down her cheek.

Seeing this, Zhao-Lin immediately softened, sat on the edge of the bed, and put his arm around his wife's shoulder, apologizing.

"It's okay, it's my fault. I didn't consider your feelings." Ya-Chi wiped away her tears, her eyes red, got up,
and went into the bathroom. The two remained silent.

That night, the two lay back to back in bed, lost in their own thoughts, unable to sleep a wink.

(V)

The Taipei sky was damp and sticky. It was the peak of the weekend rush hour, and crowds thronged the streets
, beginning another phase of their day.

Ya-Chi strolled aimlessly down the street, lost in thought, following the flow of people.

Unlike before, Ya-Chi used to rush home after work and never work overtime unless absolutely necessary. Now,
Ya-Chi is different. She stays at the company as long as possible, and if she can't find a reason to work overtime, she'll drag Jia-Zhen or
other colleagues out for dinner and shopping.

But everyone has their own private matters, so the fast-food restaurant workers often see this fashionable and glamorous
woman staying for an hour or two, just drinking a beverage, reading a newspaper over and
over , and spending the rest of the time quietly gazing out the window, lost in thought.

In short, she doesn't want to go home so early.

Since that night, the passionate atmosphere of their newlywed life has faded. Her husband, Zhao-Lin, quit his job the next day and has been leaving
early and returning late ever since, constantly busy with his own affairs, treating Ya-Chi coldly.

Ya-Chi can't take it anymore and really wants to sit down and have a serious talk with her husband. But after being rebuffed a few times,
she wisely stopped bringing it up. Soon after, she also started sulking and ignoring her husband. Although they lived under the same roof, they seemed like
strangers.

"Are you and your husband having a fight?" Jiazhen asked curiously in a low voice one day.

Others could already sense it! This deepened Yaqi's distress, but her stubborn temper prevented her from
showing weakness . It seemed that the day when the couple would reconcile was even more distant.

Stepping out of the underpass, a cold wind blew. She shivered and looked up. The skyscrapers were so tall they seemed endless.
Following the flow of people, she crossed the overpass. Below, cars streamed endlessly. Yaqi stopped and stood there, lost in thought.

"Should this continue?" It had been five months and twelve days.

"Seventy-five sentences. In all these days, he has only said that much to me, sometimes not even for
days !"

"I was just offering some suggestions. I'm your wife, and in the end, I'll still support you. Why are you
yelling !

" "Ignoring me like this is so petty."

"These past two days, he's said he's going to the mainland for an inspection, leaving me all alone. What kind of person is he!

" A series of questions flooded Yaqi's mind. She kept asking herself these questions.

"Next week is my birthday. Does he remember? If he forgets..." Thinking of this,
a pang of sadness hit her, and two tears welled up in her eyes. "Ms.

Zhang

? What a coincidence to run into you here!" A voice sounded behind her. Yaqi turned around in surprise, and
a familiar smile appeared before her.

"Ah...hi, what a coincidence!...You're shopping?" Upon seeing her, she realized it was Zhang Zijun
, a junior colleague from the company. Yaqi was a little flustered.

"Yes...yes...I came to the department store to buy something..."

After exchanging pleasantries, the two stood facing each other, unsure of what to say. Ya-qi's eyes darted around, avoiding Zhang Zi-jun's
gaze, while he smiled and stared directly at Ya-qi's face.

"Um...since we've met Miss Zhang here, I have something I'd like to ask you for a favor...maybe
?" Zhang Zi-jun finally broke the silence.

"What is it?"

"Well, I wanted to buy a gift for someone today, but I've been looking for a long time and haven't found anything suitable. I was wondering
if Miss Zhang could accompany me to choose something and give me some advice."

"Ask me for advice?...Oh...is it for that pretty girl? Hmm...okay!" Ya-qi
smiled, her eyes narrowing.

"Really?" Zhang Zi-jun's eyes lit up with excitement at her approval.

"There's a boutique in the Hilton Hotel next door, I want to check it out. Let's go together... let's go." Zhang
Zijun excitedly led Yaqi there immediately.

"It's just a small favor, nothing big," Yaqi thought to herself. "These earrings are nice, the style and color are beautiful," Yaqi pointed to the jewelry in the glass display case. "Yes, your girlfriend is so beautiful, these earrings really suit her," the saleswoman said to Zhang Zijun with a smile. "Ah!... no... no, I'm not his..." Hearing the saleswoman say this, Yaqi blushed and hurriedly shook her head in denial. "Okay! This is it then, please wrap it up carefully, it's a gift." Zhang Zijun turned to Yaqi with a smile and immediately agreed. Yaqi didn't dare look at him. "No problem. So, would you like to pay by credit card or... Oh, credit card, okay, please wait a moment ." The saleswoman skillfully handled the packaging of the credit card and earrings.

"Then that's all for today..." Ya-qi began to

speak upon seeing this. Before Ya-qi could continue, Zhang Zi-jun immediately changed the subject.

"Let's go for afternoon tea later! The pastries at the shop next door are quite good. Since you've troubled me so much today,
it's my treat, of course."

"I..."

"Besides, you've helped me so much with work, and I haven't even thanked you yet. It's really
not right ." He looked at Ya-qi with that signature smile again.

Unable to resist that radiant smile, compared to her husband's indifference

... "Okay!" Ya-qi agreed. Anyway, she'd be alone at home; having someone to keep her company would be good.

As a wife, this was the first time she'd been alone with a man other than her husband since their marriage. Thinking about this, the young woman's
heart pounded faster. In

the coffee shop, the two sat in a quiet corner. Zhang Zijun, who usually seemed like a shy young man, was surprisingly
a different person in private.

He was outgoing, humorous, and, most importantly, adept at engaging conversation. The initially reserved Yaqi gradually
opened up and chatted and laughed with Zhang Zijun.

That day, Yaqi had her long, flowing hair pulled back. Her beautiful, jet-black hair had always been Zhang Zijun's
favorite. However, at this moment, Zhang Zijun didn't notice her hair or her exposed, snow-white neck. From the very
beginning , his gaze had been fixed on Yaqi's chest; her full breasts attracted him like a magnet.

The front of her blouse was open, revealing a portion of her cleavage, as if drawing him in. The table
was only a meter wide; he could easily reach out and touch her mysterious, high breasts. He was fantasizing about
the feeling of holding those breasts.

...I really want to bury my head in there...

This thought has been lingering for a long time. Several times in the office, he'd wanted to undress her and slowly
lick and suck those nipples.

Thinking about this, his lower body involuntarily hardened... Thinking like this, Zhang Zijun had already entered
a fantasy world.

...

"Come on! Hold me!"

"Hurry up!"

The beautiful fantasies were both real and illusory, the alluring body writhing like a snake. Her eyes were like silk, her full, red
lips slightly parted, uttering seductive moans. In his dream, Yaqi, dressed in sexy lingerie, seduced men like a harlot.
Zhang Zijun squinted, the beautiful scene constantly unfolding before his eyes.

The obsequious nudity, giving one a sense of superiority above millions,
is an extreme stimulation capable of driving one mad. "The weather's been changing so fast lately, hot one minute and cold the next," Yaqi said curiously, trying to startle expression. Her sudden remark startled Zhang Zijun, pulling him back to reality. He hurriedly replied,

" Uh, yeah..." and then hastily took a sip of his drink. Yaqi picked up a small cherry from the cake and put it in her mouth, her beautiful lips parting to reveal her neat, white teeth. Zhang Zijun watched Yaqi biting into the cherry, his mouth watering uncontrollably. Under the table, his penis was already throbbing. Now, seeing Yaqi's moist lips, his arousal intensified. Less than a year of marriage had made Ya-Chi even more beautiful and charming, like a blooming rose. Zhang Zi-Jun, who was used to being surrounded by women, couldn't resist such a captivating young woman. When it came to sex, Zhang Zi-Jun was passive. He had a handsome, doll-like face , excelled academically, came from a wealthy family, and was also outstanding in sports, making him popular with girls from a young age. Although somewhat introverted, after being mentored by several older female friends in high school, his views and behaviors became open and unrestrained, hard to reconcile with his appearance. Now, Zhang Zi-Jun had become a master, having seen countless women, and the advances of women had honed his flirting skills. His innocent appearance easily aroused women's maternal instincts, making his pursuit of women even more successful. "I must make love to her today!" This was the first time he had actively felt desire for a woman, a fleeting look of lust crossing his face. Na?ve Yaqi, unaware that she had become the hunter's prey, blinked her beautiful eyes at him. 2006-5-13 12:22 Drunken Beauty in the Mortal World (Part Six) Since joining the company, Zhang Zijun's focus had been drawn to Yaqi's beautiful figure. At first, he only admired her, after all, she was already married, and he was busy enough with other girls offering themselves to him. However, after several encounters, he became infatuated with this newlywed woman, unable to extricate himself; Yaqi's deliberate avoidance only fueled his desire to conquer her. This was the first time he had actively felt lust for a woman. The ancients said, "No coincidence, no story," but to be honest, most so-called coincidences are intentional arrangements. Zhang Zijun was well aware of Yu Yaqi's every move. He'd recently learned that her relationship with her husband seemed to be changing, and he couldn't miss such a golden opportunity. So, after work, he always followed Yaqi, observing her, seeing her either with friends or alone. When he saw her standing forlornly on the overpass today, he excitedly knew his chance had arrived! "It's a rare two-day weekend today, how about we have dinner together tonight?" Yaqi glanced at her watch; it was only a little past four. “I have a car, how about we go to Tamsui? My family has a villa there, the view is great, you can see the Tamsui River at night.” Ya-Chi hesitated, remaining silent. “Or I could take you home, okay, Ya-Chi?” Now, calling Ya-Chi by her first name didn't bother her, and she showed an awkward expression. Zhang Zi-Jun knew he couldn't rush things. Since he couldn't have dinner with his beauty, he'd take her home. In short, finding a reason to spend more time together would increase his chances of getting closer. “Let's go to Tamsui together, I haven't been there in ages anyway,” Ya-Chi readily agreed.

Zhang Zijun was overjoyed; his previously subdued excitement was reignited. Despite

the allure of her beauty, Zhang Zijun remained calm, observing her reaction and assessing the situation. To be honest, he
hadn't expected things to go so smoothly, progressing so easily. He had expected a strong rejection, and if she
had , he truly wouldn't know what to do next.

In front of this beautiful young woman, all the confidence he had cultivated in flirting vanished, as if he had regressed to
the naivety of his youth.

"Wait a minute, I'll go get the car." Yaqi stood by the roadside,

waiting

, her mind preoccupied with her husband, questioning the rightness or wrongness of her recent decision.

However, the thought of her husband stirred resentment within her. Half the reason she accepted Zhang Zijun's invitation was out of
anger towards her husband, Zhaolin. As for the other half, Yaqi wasn't quite sure why; she seemed to be anticipating
something.

(We've only been married a short time, and you're already bullying and neglecting me like this. Since that's the case, I'll…)

A reckless thought crossed Yaqi's mind, though she quickly dismissed it.

A car pulled up shortly after. Yaqi clicked her tongue; although she knew nothing about cars, she knew
this one was incredibly valuable.

(Luxury car, villa—such wealth at only twenty-something!)

Yaqi calmed herself and got into the car.

As she sat in the driver's seat, a faint fragrance wafted over. Zhang Zijun's eyes involuntarily drifted to her
thighs ; her legs, encased in stockings, were so long and slender. His heart pounded.

(Being too hasty will scare women away.)

Zhang Zijun quickly composed himself and focused on driving. It was only a short drive of a few tens of minutes to

Tamsui

. The car pulled into a duplex villa built into the terrain. In front of the door
was a garden terrace and a small swimming pool. Ya-Chi was slightly surprised; this was her first time in such a place.

A Filipino maid came out to greet her. After Zhang Zi-Jun gave her a few instructions, she took out
champagne, dessert wine, and some pastries, then disappeared.

Ya-Chi strolled alone in the courtyard, admiring the surroundings. Sunlight filtered through her thin top, vaguely revealing her slender,
graceful figure and the outline of her bra. Her sexy appearance made Zhang Zi-Jun's heart itch with desire.

Turning back, their eyes met, and Yaqi smoothed her hair and smiled slightly.

"Let's look at the scenery and chat first. I've already ordered restaurant delivery; we can enjoy a feast soon
."

Sitting on a lounge chair in the garden, the sea breeze gently blowing, both of them were in high spirits. Yaqi,
abandoning , drank quite a bit of wine
. She kept talking to Zhang Zijun, her enthusiasm high; judging from her appearance, the alcohol was starting to take effect. "This is a drawing I did before; it depicts the scenery behind the villa in the mountains." "Really? You're so talented." After a simple dinner, Yaqi strolled around the living room, admiring the furnishings, while Zhang Zijun followed closely, explaining everything

. (°What can a man and a woman do alone in a room? It's getting late, and she's still showing no signs of leaving; it seems she's interested too!) He knew it was time to make his move. "Yaqi..." "What?" When Zhang Zijun suddenly turned and pulled her close, Yaqi fell into the young man's arms as if she were collapsing . As his arms encircled her waist and tightened their embrace, she smelled his distinctive masculine scent. "Don't do this, let me go!" Yaqi struggled, but instead of feeling disgusted, she hesitated . (No! I'm Zhaolin's wife, I'm Zhaolin's... I am...) Just as she thought this, Zhang Zijun's lips were already close to hers. "No! No!..." Yaqi cried out, trying to push him away, but her body, held tightly in his strong arms, was completely immobilized. The man's lips pressed against hers, but Yaqi resolutely kept them closed. So the young man shifted his focus from her mouth to her ears. "Ah!..." The area from her ears to her neck was Yaqi's most sensitive erogenous zone, and a trembling pleasure emanated from behind her ears. Zhang Zijun quickly noticed Yaqi's reaction and began licking back and forth along her ear and neck, a mere tickling motion with his tongue and lips. The hot breath on her ear sent a jolt through her body like an electric current: "Ahhh!... Mmm ..." Because she didn't want to make a sound, the sounds that escaped her lips were all the sweeter and more unbearable . Her hands, which had initially tried to push Zhang Zijun away, somehow found themselves gripping his shirt tightly, pressing against . As he began to caress the breasts she so longed for through her blouse, Yaqi suddenly snapped back to reality. A burning sensation seemed to ignite in her lower abdomen, and her heart pounded even faster. Sometime during the night, the buttons of her blouse were undone, and Zhang Zijun's warm hand slipped inside her bra, approaching her beautifully shaped, soft breasts. The round, protruding nipples trembled slightly, and the nipples, pinched by his fingers, immediately became sensitive and erect. "No! Please, don't do this… I have a husband…" Yaqi's voice was low and indistinct. What if her husband found out? What if others found out about her infidelity? An indescribable fear gripped Yaqi, but even though she wanted to push him away, her body was too weak. Zhang Zijun pretended not to hear and subtly led the two entangled individuals slowly into the bedroom. Yaqi was busy resisting the hands roaming her body and was completely unaware that she was being pushed and dragged towards the bed. Suddenly, the hands that had been roaming over Yaqi released her, and she was free. Yaqi hurriedly tried to avoid the man, but she didn't notice that his foot was stuck between her legs. As a result, she lost her balance and fell onto the bed, just as Zhang Zijun had planned.

Yaqi collapsed onto the bed, powerless to resist. Her skirt billowed up, hanging at her waist, revealing her fair thighs and
glaringly white, sexy panties, arousing the man's lust. His trousers were already unusually bulging.

Yaqi's eyes met the bulge, then she quickly looked away.

Facing the danger of being raped, Yaqi was still acutely aware of the shape of the man's penis. Ironically,
she suddenly thought of her husband's size. Yaqi's entire body instantly burned like a blazing fire. Perhaps
subconsciously she didn't dislike this young man, so she didn't try to cover herself; instead, she felt a desire to let him see her
as much as wanted.

Zhang Zijun's gaze moved upwards. As Yaqi instinctively tried to cover her bulge with her hands,
Zhang Zijun bent down, pressing her upper body down and taking one of her nipples into his mouth. Experience told him it wasn't
time yet. Controlling his impatience, he slowly licked the hardening nipple with his tongue, sucking on the raised
areola with a "slurping" sound.

"No! Ah... Oh..." Yaqi desperately grabbed his hair to pull his head away.

Zhang Zijun slipped his hand deep into her skirt, his fingertips gently caressing the crease formed by her stockings and panties
. Yaqi let out a small scream, trying to grab Zhang Zijun's hand, but his fingertips continued to forcefully
move up and down near the cleft.

"No... No... Stop..."

But he completely ignored Yaqi's protests. Occasionally, when he felt a force trying to push her away,
he would press hard on her extremely sensitive, protruding area. Yaqi would arch her back slightly, her whole body trembling slightly, but soon
she would give up resisting and obediently accept his caresses.

Yaqi was already unable to resist the sharp pleasure emanating from her breasts and lower lip.

(If she could just give her body to him and let him caress her, how pleasurable that would be.)

A lingering sense of morality still constrained Yaqi's thoughts; she still wanted to resist the man on top of her,
but for some reason, she couldn't muster the strength, instead becoming a mixture of resistance and surrender. When she
squeezed her thighs tightly to stop the hand roaming there, it seemed as if she was actively letting Zhang Zijun's hand stay there; when she was forced to part
her thighs , his hand moved subtly.

At some point, the protests turned into hot, labored breathing: "Ah...ah...no more...
mmm ..."

Zhang Zijun sucked on her lips, drawing out her saliva and her tongue. Then, he bent
down , using his knee to spread Yaqi's legs. Their tongues intertwined, her chest heaving, her lower abdomen
rising and falling, while Zhang Zijun's fingers simultaneously slipped inside her panties, exploring her already soaked mons pubis.

The secret garden, once visited only by her husband, was now intruded upon by other visitors. The conflicting emotions
were quickly overwhelmed by intense pleasure. Yaqi's lower body was completely wet with her own secretions; her mind was so hazy that she
had forgotten everything, so she gradually allowed Zhang Zijun to do as he pleased.

Yaqi arched her back, as if chasing after Zhang Zijun's fingers, but the fingers lightly escaped. An overwhelming
, intense pleasure stimulated Yaqi's most intimate parts, making her feel a burning, unbearable heat.

"Ah...ah...ah..."

A thin layer of saliva clung to their parted lips as Yaqi breathed heavily, her thighs slick with moisture. The unbearable
sensation made Yaqi gasp for breath, finally bringing tears to her eyes.

When Zhang Zijun realized that Yaqi's eyes, mouth, and lips were completely wet, he
breathed a sigh of relief , knowing that his long-awaited prey had finally succumbed.

(The time had come!) Zhang Zijun suddenly went berserk, like a ravenous beast, forcefully
tearing off her clothes, pulling off her bra, and removing her stockings...

Yaqi opened her watery eyes, watching him strip herself naked, offering no resistance.

Zhang Zijun quickly got up and took off his clothes. His proud, previously confined penis, now
released, leaped out with a joyful burst, its tip glistening with a thin stream of clear fluid.

Satisfied with his raging member, he lifted his body and
pulled off Yaqi's underwear, her last line of defense.

"Mmm!" Yaqi felt a sense of relief.

Zhang Zijun roughly inserted his finger, parting her labia with his fingertip, then, holding his penis
, thrust in forcefully. He couldn't take it anymore!

"Ahhh!..." As his hot penis penetrated deeply, Yaqi almost stopped breathing; her
previously burning lips immediately began to tremble.

"Ah...I can't take it..." Zhang Zijun
cried his hips thrusting even more rhythmically.

The male member penetrating her lower body pounded again and again, gradually increasing the speed of his thrusts. Yaqi's moans
grew more urgent as his engorged penis relentlessly raced through her narrow body.

Yaqi's eyes were tightly closed, her brows furrowed, her fingers gripping the man's arm,
moving her lower abdomen up and down in rhythm with the thrusts

... Zhang Zijun grew increasingly excited. He suddenly shouted, not even knowing why, and
sat up. Yaqi half-opened her eyes, and as Zhang Zijun sat up, she leaned back. Zhang Zijun leaned forward, and
Yaqi's lower abdomen immediately thrust upward. Her legs were bent backward, her buttocks raised as high as possible, seemingly unwilling
to separate their tightly joined lower bodies.

They pressed themselves together again, feeling as if they were on an airplane, soaring
higher and higher, seemingly defying gravity.

Zhang Zijun felt Yaqi's body suddenly stop moving, and in that instant, he felt
an unusual heat, an unusual tightness, an unusual sucking sensation.

Time seemed to stand still for a moment.

They both let out joyful cries, primal cries of joy, the joy every mature person
craves, the joy brought about by humanity's most fundamental nature.

Moonlight sneaked in, lingering on their sweat-drenched bodies.
The two , were now completely still.

They fell asleep, naturally drifting off to sleep after experiencing the highest level of
pleasure .

(vii)

In the early morning, the dazzling sunlight dazzled my eyes.

The pink and white curtains and the bright, clear glass windows reflected the lush greenery and sunlight outside. A freshly arranged bouquet of lilies adorned the white
window frame .

When Yaqi forced herself to open her eyes, the first thing she saw was a chair beside the bed, and draped over its back
was a pale white bra—one of her favorite pieces of underwear. She had
bought it at a high price because of its delicate lace and embroidery.

Seeing the bra stirred up a blur of memories for Yaqi. She vaguely remembered the passion of
the previous night , the caressing hands, the erect penis, and the full, ardent kisses.

Yaqi suddenly realized, where was she? What time was it?

The fresh air cleared Yaqi's mind. Was the young man who had ridden her last night still beside
her ? But when she reached to her side, the pillow was empty.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Yaqi saw her clothes scattered haphazardly in every corner of the room.
The clothes strewn on the carpet and chairs weren't just hers; some were clearly men's clothing.

Yaqi was beginning to remember what had happened yesterday.

The sheets were clean, clearly changed, and there was no sweat or residue from their encounter.

Yaqi felt incredibly embarrassed. The thought of a man wiping her body in her sleep brought a blush to her face,
and she felt a sweet warmth in her heart at Zhang Zijun's tenderness.

But she quickly thought of one person: her husband, Zhaolin, and she was his wife.

She frowned.

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