rival's genitals

In a car accident, Jiang Yuan's genitals were severed. Although they had a child, they couldn't live without sex. After being rescued from the brink of death, he asked his wife, Mao Li, for a divorce.

Mao Li said, "If you don't want to do 'that,' then don't do 'that,' it's not a big deal."

But "that" is a normal need, like eating and sleeping, and Jiang Yuan couldn't bear it. He told Mao Li to find a reliable lover herself, just don't make a big fuss.

Six months passed, and Mao Li couldn't resist finding a lover.

One day, Jiang Yuan accidentally saw the man taking her home. He recognized him; the man was called Xiao Kui, an engineer who had been devoted to Mao Li both before and after their marriage.

Jiang Yuan felt terrible. But there was nothing he could do. He wasn't an emperor who could provide his wife with a life of luxury; Mao Li had remained loyal to him, so he should just throw away his dignity.

Mao Li and Xiao Kui were together for over a year. One day, Xiao Kui went to a construction site and was hit by a steel pipe falling from the sky.

On his deathbed, Mao Li visited him, and he said with difficulty, "I'm afraid I won't make it. If I pass away, please donate my... to your husband."

Jiang Yuan had never received a transplant because there was no donor. Now that someone was offering to give it to him, he was like a person who had lost both legs yearning to run. He didn't think of anything else, only one thought: "I want it!"

After Xiao Kui was brain dead, the hospital performed a transplant on Jiang Yuan.

The transplant was successful. Half a month later, the new organ could urinate, and three months later, it could be officially put into use.

Jiang Yuan was as excited as on his wedding night. He touched her from the ends of her hair all the way to the soles of her damp feet. Both of them were overcome with emotion, and he possessed her fully and completely.

But at the moment of union, Jiang Yuan felt a little awkward. Although the new organ belonged to him, he felt that one or two of the ten thousand nerves were not properly connected, and the two were not fully compatible.

Mao Li, on the other hand, was very excited, and soon her legs wrapped tightly around him, trembling.

A question suddenly popped into Jiang Yuan's mind: "Who is the one having sex with her, me or Xiao Kui?"

Mao Li clung to him every night, and Jiang Yuan felt increasingly uneasy. Was Xiao Kui doing this on purpose? My body was exerting itself, while Xiao Kui's genitals were enjoying themselves. He kept this thing in the world just to continue his affair with Mao Li. This wasn't selfless sacrifice; it was blatant provocation.

Jiang Yuan was even more unhappy than when he lost his genitals. Watching Mao Li sway her hips to please him made him unhappy; watching her cook and sing made him unhappy; watching her bathe and burn incense before bed made him even angrier. He felt humiliated, used, and manipulated; he felt the whole world was mocking him.

No, he had to get revenge. One

day, while on a business trip, Jiang Yuan called a prostitute. The prostitute offered to give him oral sex, but he refused.

The prostitute said sweetly, "It's free."

Jiang Yuan said, "Even without extra money, it's not okay." How could he let Xiao Kui enjoy this kind of pleasure?

He got addicted to revenge after just one encounter, always wanting to "take revenge" on strange women.

Less than two months later, he contracted a sexually transmitted infection. He saw a small red spot on Xiao Kui's belongings and felt a strange sense of satisfaction, ignoring it and thinking it would be better if it rotted. However, the bump spread to his groin, causing him discomfort and forcing him to go to the hospital. The examination revealed a sexually transmitted disease; he couldn't have sex during treatment, and his partner had to be tested as well.

Unable to hide it any longer, Jiang Yuan confessed to Mao Li.

Mao Li trembled with anger: "What have I done to wrong you?!"

Jiang Yuan, unable to express his bitterness, could only humbly beg Mao Li to go to the hospital with him. Fortunately, their sex life hadn't been frequent recently, and Mao Li escaped unharmed. When

Jiang Yuan needed an IV drip, Mao Li stayed by his side, her face full of anger: "If you can't control your new toy, just take scissors and cut it off! Don't humiliate me here."

Jiang Yuan couldn't bear to part with it; he hated his prosthetic leg, but it made him whole.

"You have no backbone!" Mao Li called him.

"My good intentions were wasted!" This was on Xiao Kui's behalf.

Jiang Yuan's pent-up anger surged: "You don't care, he's still your man anyway, even after we're together, he's still your man."

"Didn't you tell me to go out and find someone?! Unreasonable!"

Mao Li left, and Jiang Yuan looked up at the medicine dripping down, feeling utterly desolate.

Jiang Yuan recovered and started frequenting brothels again. This time he learned his lesson and knew to take better care of his "prosthetic limb," always using a condom.

The relationship between husband and wife deteriorated, far worse than the two years he had to squat to urinate.

One day, he went to a brothel with a colleague who also knew Xiao Kui and joked, "This thing is much more enjoyable on you than on him."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Yuan had a sudden realization: "Yes, am I getting revenge on Xiao Kui, or am I spending money and effort to offer a gift to the dead?" He

immediately lost interest in going out and listlessly went home, fiddling with his new organ in the bathroom. He both loved and hated this thing, both familiar and strange, and at the same time, he felt a deep pain at his own incompetence.

Mao Li returned, as usual, with a cold expression. She put down her bag and started yelling at the children to do their homework.

Jiang Yuan felt a little guilty and went to bed to wait for her. It was late when Mao Li came over, and Jiang Yuan reached out to touch her.

"Get out of here

," Mao Li said. "I swear I'll never go looking for someone again."

Mao Li rolled her eyes at him and said sarcastically, "It's only right that you do. I've looked for people before, how can you be at peace if you don't?!"

"It's not what you think."

"Then what is it?"

"I'm jealous of Xiao Kui." He finally told the truth.

Mao Li slumped down, silent for a long time.

“He was young and good to you.”

“He’s dead, why are you still arguing with him?”

Jiang Yuan didn’t know how to explain his complicated feelings. After thinking for a long time, he said, “If I had found a woman before, and you didn’t have a penis, and later you had no choice but to have that woman’s penis implanted in you, do you think you would feel like you were letting that woman get away with it every time we were together?”

Mao Li turned over and looked at him, her eyes sparkling.

“Hey, hey, don’t cry.” Jiang Yuan panicked.

“Then let’s cut it off. We won’t let anyone get away with it.” Mao Li jumped up from the bed, pretending to go find a knife.

Jiang Yuan hugged her tightly: “Mao Li, I was wrong.”

Mao Li cried and shouted, “Do you know how many times he begged me to divorce my wife and go with him? Do you know why I didn’t leave? It wasn’t about causing trouble, it was about feelings. Feelings are more important than causing trouble. Causing trouble is a necessity, it doesn’t matter who it is, but feelings can’t be replaced!”

Jiang Yuan’s heart softened. He felt like a bastard. They had been through so many years together, the good times and the bad. Now that the problem was resolved, he had no reason to create trouble and hurt Mao Li.

That's how relationships are; when you feel someone else is the beneficiary, you feel resentful. Only when you consider that you yourself are the beneficiary do you reflect on your actions. Jiang Yuan began actively repairing their relationship, and Mao Li, with a touch of understanding and a hint of reserve, slowly forgave him.

Two months later, Jiang Yuan suddenly noticed some redness and swelling at the surgical site and went to the hospital.

The doctor asked, "Are you taking anti-rejection medication?"

"I've been taking it."

“There’s still some rejection. Some people’s rejection reaction is slower, and if it doesn’t develop well, surgery may be necessary.” Jiang Yuan’s heart sank.

Mao Li came home from work and, upon hearing this, remained silent.

Jiang Yuan grew anxious: “Don’t stay silent! What if it really has to be removed?”

Mao Li’s face darkened, and she sighed deeply: “I keep calculating when I’ll go through menopause, maybe ten years? Eight years?

I guess I can just grit my teeth and get through it.” Jiang Yuan’s eyes nearly welled up with tears: “No, absolutely not! I’ll spend everything I have to cure it.”

This time, Jiang Yuan dragged Mao Li everywhere for treatment, like dragging a broken-down car with a flat tire. After visiting several large hospitals and trying three different anti-rejection drugs, her condition finally stabilized. Jiang Yuan breathed a sigh of relief; he didn’t want to cause any more trouble. It was exhausting.

That night, he observed the thing in the bathroom, turning on the bright light of the bathroom heater. After observing for a while, he called Mao Li to come and see: "Look, it's not red anymore, is it completely healed?" Mao Li looked carefully for a while: "It should be fine now."

Jiang Yuan blurted out: "Oh my god, that scared me to death."

That night, the two of them had sex again, this time very peacefully, like an old married couple.

The next morning, when he woke up, Jiang Yuan said: "Hey, let me tell you something..."

Mao Li couldn't wait to interrupt him: "Let me tell you first, let me tell you first, I had a dream last night."

Jiang Yuan's eyes widened, he was also about to tell about his dream, he dreamed of Xiao Kui.

Mao Li said: "I dreamed of Xiao Kui last night, he said that he was in pain over there because he didn't have this thing anymore. But when he asked me to divorce him, I refused. He knows my feelings for you, and he thinks that it made us who we are, so it's a good thing, and he told me to cherish it and not to quarrel with you."

Jiang Yuan was shocked, he had a similar dream. He dreamt that Xiao Kui asked him, "How are you doing?"

He replied, "Not bad."

Xiao Kui said irritably, "You're having a good time, but you don't even appreciate it."

This was too much of a coincidence; the couple thought it might really be Xiao Kui visiting them in a dream. For the first time, they decided to visit Xiao Kui's grave.

Xiao Kui was buried in a desolate cemetery, with a bunch of plastic flowers and a few dried fruits in front of the grave.

The couple sighed, cleaned the tombstone, and began burning paper money. A whirlwind appeared as soon as the paper money was burned; they had long heard from the older generation that a whirlwind meant the deceased was

collecting money. Jiang Yuan said, "You're quite the money collector, aren't you?"

The howling wind seemed like the deceased's reply: "When people die, they die forever. Why don't you living people seize the time to enjoy yourselves? Why torture yourselves and others in the prime of your lives? What's the point?"

[The End]

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