Betrayal Serial

Author: Snow Dance in Full Bloom

《Foreword》

The word "betrayal" is generally understood to mean "violation of rules and rebellion," or betraying or abandoning someone behind their back. For a country, a betrayer is simply called a traitor.

But the "betrayal" I want to talk about today is between people. Why do traitors betray? What mentality leads them to such despicable behavior? What are the feelings and emotions of the betrayed?

Is it a primal human flaw, or a choice people often have to make under duress? What kind of struggle precedes the act of betrayal? Or is it simply a matter of course?

(Chapter 1)

I've been married for seven years, right in the so-called seven-year itch. But in modern society, young couples often experience the itch after three years. A bestselling author, Yi Shu, once said, " Making love is like brushing your teeth." She's very apt. Why? Because after a long marriage, intimacy is no longer about physical pleasure; passion and impulse are gone. It's often just a matter of physical needs, and it's rushed. 　　But then again, can you skip brushing your teeth? Therefore, maintaining fresh breath is an art, and quite important. 　　When a marriage reaches this stage, warning signs often appear. Without good communication between spouses, if one partner succumbs to temptations , infidelity can quickly occur. Whether infidelity is physical or emotional varies from person to person. Some people can't tolerate casual affairs, while others consider emotional infidelity more serious than physical infidelity. I often wonder, especially when I see elderly couples walking down the street, how they've reached this age and still need each other so much. 　　I once saw a slogan posted on a wall: "A wife is a young man's prostitute, a middle-aged man's mistress, and an old man's nurse." It almost made me angry. Thinking about it… are women really that pathetic? Starting in their prime, they become a man's private prostitute; in their most beautiful years, they become someone else's mistress; and when they grow old, they still have to take care of the person who has used them their whole life! They're a cook for life, and also a bed girl. 　　Let me tell you about myself. My marriage to my husband was an accident! Why an accident? Back in college, he was a renowned guitarist in his club, captivating many girls across the school—and of course, I was no exception. At the time, I could only express my affection and admiration through small cards or gifts. We went on three dates, and I initiated each one! After those three dates, I realized his target wasn't me, but my best friend. 　　Knowing I had no chance, I slipped away! So, I hid in the countryside during the summer vacation, cutting off all contact with them. Summer was almost over when one day, my brother and I went to get shaved ice. On our way back, a strange middle-aged man kept following us. Even in broad daylight, I wasn't afraid. I asked him what he wanted. 　　He asked earnestly, "Excuse me, are you Yang Shuhui?" 　　"Yes! But I don't know you!" 　　"I'm Wenjing's father. I'd like to ask you to come to Taipei with me. Wenjing is in serious trouble with his car and keeps saying he wants to see you." 　　I was shocked, but I calmly refused Wenjing's father. I frankly told him about the relationship between Wenjing and my best friend; in this love triangle, I was already out of the running. 　　"Shuhui, I beg you! Wenjing isn't out of danger yet. He keeps muttering to himself, calling your name! And… my wife and I know about your relationship with Wenjing." Ah? They know that too? It seems Wenjing has definitely told his father about my first time. 　　"Uncle, this is a matter for us young people. Besides, there's no law that says you have to marry whoever you give your first time to! I did it voluntarily, Wenjing didn't force me, so... I really can't go to Taipei with you, I'm so sorry!" 　　I firmly refused my future father-in-law, and the scene of giving away my precious virginity unconsciously floated into my mind. 　　That was our second date, wasn't it? We went to see a movie together, and afterwards, we wandered aimlessly around Ximending. He took my hand very willingly, and I was happy to let him. We ate food from street stalls, one after another, eating randomly. Suddenly, he had a stomachache, his face turned pale from the pain, and he didn't need to go to the toilet, just felt pain! 　　I suggested going to the hospital, but he said he would be fine after resting. In a state of utter helplessness, I dragged him to a small hotel in the bustling Ximending area so he could rest properly! The hotel's "innkeeper" asked ambiguously whether we wanted to stay overnight or rest, and I confidently said I wanted to "rest." 　　Wenjing lay on the bed and rested for about half an hour. He seemed much better; his complexion was gradually becoming rosy. I suggested leaving the hotel, but he wanted to lie down a little longer because it wasn't time yet. He pulled me to lie down with him, but I refused! He said, 　　"Lie down. You've been walking all afternoon. Rest for a bit, close your eyes and relax." I obediently lay down next to him, but that's when things went wrong! He took my first kiss, my first time. I couldn't resist, so I had no choice but to submit. Completely inexperienced, I let him do as he pleased. He told me to undress, and I undressed; he told me to spread my legs, and I spread them. When he took out his "thing," I was so shocked I almost screamed. 　　How can I describe his penis? Everyone's eaten glutinous rice sausage, right? Even if you haven't eaten it, you've at least seen it! His "little brother" looked like this: crooked, thick, like a burnt glutinous rice sausage. 　　He had no sense of chivalry; that's my experience over the past seven years. Because, for my first time, he actually made me eat his crooked glutinous rice sausage! I resisted, but he forced my head to touch his genitals. I gave in! What could I do? I loved him! After that incident, for the next seven years of our marriage, he would always offer me a sticky rice sausage and make me have an erection. 　　My virginity was lost to his rudeness and selfishness! I vividly remember that because he still hadn't been able to take my virginity after our break time, we switched from resting to staying overnight. That night, starting from my first time, he had sex with me five more times. 　　After losing my virginity, I went to the simple bathroom to wash. There was a trace of blood in my vagina, like a broken lotus root still attached. After that, he had sex with me five more times. Besides wanting to have a sticky rice sausage again, he would also give me oral sex because my vagina wasn't lubricated enough. Honestly, what woman tries all sorts of positions and variations after her first time? 　　The next morning, exhausted, we checked out of the hotel. Having barely slept a wink all night, we had no appetite for breakfast. He hailed a taxi for me and left on his own. The farewell kiss I'd been hoping for didn't happen. 　　On our third date, I brought my best friend, Linlin, along, just in case he took me to a hotel again. Linlin, after hearing my account of Wenjing's six encounters in one night, also wanted to meet this "lion." What I never expected was that after that, they secretly met behind my back, and Linlin could confide in me as if nothing was wrong. When I realized something was amiss, I received a breakup letter from Wenjing. 　　I was truly devastated at the time. I confided in Linlin, pouring out all my unhappiness and frustration. But Linlin gave me a rude awakening, saying, 　　"You're being foolish! How can a man not lust after a woman lying next to him? That's not called being attracted! It's like he's taking advantage of you! Think about it, if he truly loved you, would he keep demanding more and more pleasure after your first time, before he could even adjust his mindset? Let me tell you, when a man is hungry, every woman with a hole is a beauty."

"They're all stunningly beautiful, but after they're done, they can't even remember any of the sweet words they said when they asked the women to take their pants off!"

I don't know if Linlin said this as a fact or just venting her anger, but anyway, she's had boyfriends before, so she must be quite experienced! I think the "men" she's talking about aren't human, they're beasts. Because I can't imagine how they could do sex without any emotional foundation.

As for when I found out about Wenjing and Linlin? It was quite a coincidence! Linlin and I got together because we're both from the south. I broke up with Wenjing at the end of March, and I bumped into them at the train station. It was spring break, early April, I think! I bought a southbound train ticket, the same one Linlin was on! I witnessed them on the platform, kissing and hugging, reluctant to part. Without saying a word, I picked up my luggage and walked up to them. In an instant, their faces went from flushed to pale, and then, they were embarrassed! I didn't do anything, just glared at them fiercely. My eyes must have looked like those of a lioness about to go berserk, because I wasn't angry about being dumped by Wenjing, but about being toyed with! Their betrayal!

(Chapter Two)

After I rejected Wenjing's father, I thought everything would be fine, but unexpectedly, his father started standing guard downstairs at my house! Every time I went out, he would watch me or follow me. Helpless, I compromised with his father and went to Taipei with him to visit Wenjing.

When we arrived at the hospital, Wenjing's mother looked me up and down carefully, then smiled and said, "Wenjing has really good taste!"

I gave her a fake, innocent smile and nodded, then followed the medical staff to the intensive care unit. When I saw Wenjing, I almost didn't recognize him! Because, except for his face, almost all his limbs were wrapped in bandages. His left leg was in a cast, and his right leg... his father said it was screwed and plated.

Good heavens! That meant he was crippled! I was so shocked that I burst into tears without realizing it. His parents, mistaking my distress for Wenjing's legs, came closer to me and cried with me. I was utterly baffled!

Unable to voice my concerns in that atmosphere, I could only quickly suppress my sobs.

On the day I visited Wenjing, he had been awake for about half an hour. As soon as he saw me, he excitedly shook his left leg, which was dangling in the air. The look in his eyes was no longer filled with resentment or hostility. He took my hand, looked at his parents, and said,

"I...want...to marry her. When I'm discharged, I...want to...marry her." Before I could pull my hand away from his tight grip, his parents took my other hand, looking at Wenjing with kind eyes and nodding repeatedly. I had no chance to object. At that moment, I thought I shouldn't ruin the atmosphere; that after I left, none of this would concern me anymore. But I was wrong! I didn't argue, which was taken as tacit agreement. While I was forced to stay at the hospital to accompany Wenjing, his parents had already gone to my house to propose marriage.

When I was taken back to Tainan from Taipei, my father kept scolding and berating me the whole way, using every nasty word he could think of, and he still wasn't satisfied! After we got home, my mother pulled me into my room, closed the door, and questioned me in detail. I told her everything about my "six times" with Wenjing. My mother listened and cried, constantly taking out tissues to blow her nose.

At dinner, my father questioned me about my intention to marry Wenjing. Frankly, I had no idea things would get so complicated that it involved my marriage to Wenjing. I hadn't thought it through at all, so I just shrugged. Unexpectedly, my father slammed his chopsticks on the table and said,

"What kind of attitude is that? Asking you is a sign of respect! Otherwise, after you've been defiled by that cripple, who else would you want to marry? Have you thought this through? They've offered very generous terms, and you're already his woman… Don't feel wronged; after all, he's someone you willingly chose! His father said that after recovery, he won't be in a wheelchair; he'll just have a limp, but it won't have a big impact."

I felt like I had entered into a verbal engagement with Wenjing without any choice or say. At the time, I truly couldn't understand my own heart. What was I thinking? What was I planning? Was it traditional thinking influencing my choice of marriage, or… a kind of vanity of something lost and then regained? Seven years later, I realized that it was neither! It was a subconscious, almost reckless thought within me. I was willing to gamble my life on him. What was I gambling with? Heh! I can't really explain it, but there was a kind of joy and pleasure in shifting from a passive to an active position!

I graduated a year earlier than Wenjing. He had to take a year off from school due to a car accident. When he returned to school after being discharged from the hospital, he was no longer the "cool guy" who was popular with girls. Because of this, he was never able to find balance in his heart.

After graduating, I found a job in Taipei smoothly and moved into his house, sharing a room with him! Whenever he vented his frustrations at school on me, I would involuntarily feel a sense of disgust. However, I still dealt with him. Although I had to ride his "sticky rice sausage," I was still able to control myself and achieve self-satisfaction under appropriate circumstances. As for him... I just let him ejaculate, and that was enough for me.

During the year I lived with Wenjing, his family treated me like family, which was the only place that made me feel warm. Besides his parents, he had an older brother and a younger brother, essentially my uncle and aunt. When I moved in, these two brothers were exceptionally welcoming. I initially thought it was because they didn't have any sisters, so my arrival was simply a novelty for them. Wenjing and

I got married after he graduated. I didn't send invitations to any classmates, and Wenjing didn't mention it to his old friends either, so our wedding banquet was quite simple, only inviting relatives and neighbors from both sides. In an atmosphere devoid of tension or excitement, I signed this contract of servitude. I didn't know Wenjing's emotions as he signed; I secretly glanced at him, and he seemed somewhat moved, his eyes moist.

After we got married, I continued working, while Wenjing worked as a guitarist at a private club. His work hours were the opposite of mine, so whenever I got off work, it was his turn to start. We'd meet in bed, and usually, by the time he got into bed, I was already getting ready to get up. Our sex life was terrible, and I always made excuses and half-heartedly accepted his advances.

When I decided to marry him, I secretly resolved never to have children. Wenjing didn't know I was secretly taking birth control pills. No matter how hard he tried, I couldn't get pregnant. Several times, my mother-in-law urged me to get checked out; she wanted to find out what the problem was. I just wouldn't go! I only gave her excuses, saying we'd try harder!

Time flies. It's been a year since Wenjing and I got married. Our life is predictable and colorless. Wenjing, on the other hand, has surprisingly become quite well-known in the music industry. He not only composes music but also writes his own songs—something I hadn't expected. Because he's regained his confidence and hope, he radiates an unusual glow.

For me, Wenjing is no longer the person I once loved so deeply. After two years of living with him, I feel utterly weary and helpless. I have no expectations, no hopes; my whole life has suddenly become gray and blurry, without a center, without support. The main reason is that Wenjing can no longer meet my needs. Before, although I sometimes reluctantly complied with his requests, at least I felt a sense of comfort and relief. But now, with him so busy, he simply doesn't have the time or energy to care about my feelings.

One night, I was unbearably lonely. Wenjing wouldn't come home until dawn. I lay in bed and unconsciously began to caress my breasts and genitals. I suddenly craved that sticky rice sausage. I couldn't find anything to replace it, so I used my fingers. I lewdly raised my buttocks high and forcefully thrust my fingers into my vagina from behind. I fantasized that Wenjing was with me while I breathed heavily. I took off all my clothes and masturbated naked on the bed. Just then, the door was suddenly pushed open!

I quickly grabbed the quilt and wrapped myself in it, feeling embarrassed. My uncle came in. Seeing my reaction, his lower body was already aroused. I pretended to be calm and asked, "What's wrong? Why didn't you knock?" He stared awkwardly and lecherously at my legs, which I hadn't managed to cover.

Seeing him blush and speechless, I asked again, "Brother, what's wrong?" He simply turned around, quietly locked the door, and then pounced on the bed! Before I could react, he had pulled back the quilt and was frantically sucking on my nipples. At that moment… the image of Wenjing and Linlin on the platform flashed through my mind. I struggled… Should I scream? Should I call out to my parents and show them what their son's bestial behavior was like? In my extreme need, desire overcame reason!

I undressed my uncle one by one, and began to masturbate his penis. His penis was different from Wenjing's; swollen and erect, it melted my conscience. I pushed him down, straddled him, and mounted him! I swayed up and down, watching his penis enter and exit my vagina, almost screaming with pleasure. Suddenly, he sat up and silenced my moan with his mouth. We kissed, our lower bodies twisting wildly. Just

as I was about to climax , he too couldn't hold back, letting out heavy breaths from his nose. I knew we were both close to climaxing. I gripped his shoulders, struggling and swaying, while he grabbed my hips, rapidly masturbating me. In our thrusting, we both reached climax simultaneously. He held me tightly, keeping his penis inside me. I pushed him away and lay down on my own.

Because of our previous intercourse, I deliberately pulled up the quilt and buried myself in it, because I didn't know how to face this "uncle." He showed no intention of leaving; he simply pulled back the quilt and we lay down on the bed together. Neither of us spoke, and we just lay there quietly until I urged him to leave. Only then did he reluctantly get up, put on his clothes, and kiss my cheek. I told him to lock the door and asked him not to bother me again. He gave me an apologetic look and left the room.

(Chapter 3)

Ever since I had intercourse with Wenjing's older brother, "Wenhao," I've tried to avoid him at home as much as possible. I'm terrified that I'll reveal even the slightest flaw under my in-laws' watchful eyes. My psychology has started to develop a bit of a perverted tendency. Whenever I recall being played with by Wenjing and Linlin, I unconsciously fantasize about Wenhao. The more I do this, the more I feel a sense of revenge and a justifiable excuse for cheating.

About two weeks after my affair with Wenhao, my in-laws went on a pilgrimage to central Taiwan, leaving only my husband's older brother, younger brother, and I at home at night. Wenjing spent his days sleeping and writing songs. By the time he went to work, we were all almost home.

I knew Wenhao must have thought this was a golden opportunity, and I was secretly delighted, though I felt guilty. But I always had enough reasons to comfort and convince myself that Wenjing was too busy to give me what I needed, and besides… his sexual ability wasn't what it used to be. Maybe he'd had a big car accident, or maybe he was deliberately ignoring me!

That very night after my in-laws left, I deliberately wore a sexy sheer nightgown, waiting for Wenhao to knock on the door. But it was past midnight, and he still hadn't come! I put on my robe and went to the living room, where I happened to see my younger brother watching porn on TV, masturbating! Seeing my awkwardness and nowhere to hide, and my own inability to avoid him, the awkward scene lasted for ten seconds before I spoke first:

"Uh... Wenrong... you're still awake?"

He held his penis in one hand, his face flushed, and said, "I came to the living room to watch TV because I couldn't sleep!" I was speechless for a moment, unsure how to continue the conversation. I turned to leave and go back to my room, but Wenrong called me back. I turned around and saw his pleading eyes. He said, "Sister-in-law! Please, just once!

You and my brother are the same! Why can't I?"

"You still know how to call me sister-in-law! No way!"

I deliberately tested him to see how much courage and ability he had! I turned to leave again, but this time... he didn't make any further moves. I stopped and went back to the living room, where I saw his ecstatic expression. I grabbed his penis and greedily sucked on it, hoping it would become thicker to satisfy my long-empty nest.

We were giving each other oral sex in the living room, me on top and him on the bottom. My juices were flowing all over his face, and his penis had already ejaculated as I sucked on it. I swallowed a large amount of his semen and continued to tease it vigorously. Suddenly, his penis got hard again. I stopped sucking on his penis and pulled him towards my room.

Back in the room, I grabbed his penis, confirmed its hardness, and then knelt down, wanting Wenrong to fuck me from behind. Since Wenjing's leg became lame, I had never been fucked like a dog. This animalistic position was the most satisfying position for me during sex. Wenrong obediently guided his penis into my hole. I followed his thrusting speed, also raising my buttocks to allow him to thrust deeper. I moaned with pleasure... Since no one was home, I shouted out the pent-up frustration I had been holding in!

Because Wenrong and I were so engrossed in our intense lovemaking, we didn't hear the door being pushed open. Suddenly, a pair of hands touched my breasts. Wenrong and I stopped simultaneously and saw Wenhao, who was already naked. We played a threesome. I continued to kneel and let Wenrong penetrate me from behind, while Wenhao stood in front of me, making me service his penis with my mouth. I had never had such an experience before—one in my mouth and another inside me!

As Wenrong thrust almost frantically, I sucked on Wenhao's penis more and more vigorously. When Wenrong couldn't hold on any longer, he murmured, "I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum!" Wenhao, who had been eagerly anticipating Wenrong's actions, almost ejaculated himself. Just as Wenrong shouted that he was going to cum, he actually did. After Wenrong ejaculated, Wenhao pushed him away, pinned me to the bed, and, holding his penis, thrust it into my vagina! This is a completely different feeling. The last time I had sex with the writer, I felt that his penis was particularly cute because its erectness, its thickness and length were especially arousing to me the desire to ride it.

Wenhao was fucking me wildly, slapping my buttocks as he thrust. He lifted my legs high, so that they were flat against his chest and abdomen. Then Wenrong joined in, kneading my breasts and then greedily sucking on them. Under the double stimulation , I trembled and shook with excitement. Just before my climax, images of Wenjing and Linlin flashed through my mind, this time not at the train station, but before Wenjing's leg crippled, when he was having sex with Linlin. I suddenly screamed:

"Faster! Faster! Don't stop! Harder! Mmm! Mmm! Ah! Fuck me to death! Fuck me to death!" Wenhao was caught off guard by my sudden, lewd cries and ejaculated. After he ejaculated, I pushed Wenrong and Wenhao off the bed and jumped up, running naked to the bathroom.

Having experienced a threesome with Wenhao and Wenrong, I felt disgusted and guilty. Overwhelmed by lust, I had no choice but to find the nearest man. And these two men were none other than Wenjing—my husband's brothers! If I had been rational enough, I wouldn't have been accused of seducing my "uncle." After cheating, I could have wiped my mouth clean; what could Wenjing do to me?

So, I was truly not smart or rational enough! After that, I became the target of my uncles' venting, because if I didn't agree to their demands, they threatened to "tell the whole family."

They threatened me, and I don't deny my regret, but having no other choice, I could only satisfy them time and time again, letting them vent their lust!

Every time I had sex with them, I would deliberately wait for Wenjing's return. I couldn't explain this feeling myself. Was it a sense of atonement? Or a desire to make amends? In any case, as soon as Wenjing entered the room, I would take the initiative to be warm towards him or initiate conversation with him—something I had never done in the two years we shared a room. And… because of my infidelity, Wenjing and I unexpectedly rekindled our past relationship. Although I wouldn't say I had that primal infatuation with him, in his eyes, I was always that innocent girl he had defiled! I was always grateful for this, but at the same time, I felt secretly ashamed and utterly humiliated.

I kept thinking about telling Wenjing everything about him and the two brothers; otherwise, I was worse than a streetwalker! Because they've gone too far! At home, when it's inconvenient, they'll invite me to third-rate hotels or motels for threesomes. My "little chrysanthemum" was violated under such oppressive circumstances!

I'm often exhausted or covered in bruises from their abuse! Their methods are enough to drive me crazy. Having sex with them isn't just "going to bed" as most people think; they often tie me up or whip me with belts! Whenever I can't take it anymore and beg, they'll gloat and say,

"You deserve it! You slut! You betrayed my brother (brother), I'm using you to vent his anger!" Good heavens! I feel utterly hopeless. I didn't initiate contact with them! They were the ones who did!

How... now, I deserve to be abused and played with by them?!

How long will this nightmare follow me? My two missteps have made me their captive? My life grew increasingly dark. I often received calls from them near the end of the workday. If I refused, they would resort to their old tricks to intimidate me!

Just as I was on the verge of a mental breakdown, things began to change. My sexual relationship with them had been going on for over a year! For the past year, every time I had bruises, I had to concoct excuses to avoid Wenjing's inquiries and concerns. And when I made love to Wenjing, I had to turn off all the lights in the room so I could strip naked and find a brief moment of psychological balance. Why do I mention a turning point?

Because Wenhao was deeply involved with a lady, and he no longer had time for me, wasting his dating time. And Wenrong? Thank goodness! He went to serve in the military. With this peace and tranquility, I began to plan how to reclaim the dignity and soul I had lost to those two brothers! In other words, I had an impulse and desire for revenge! This desire burned within me, burning with regret and conscience!

In the three years of my marriage with Wenjing, aside from the nightmares with Wenhao and Wenrong, my parents-in-law have been incredibly loving towards me. During holidays and festivals, they always showed impeccable courtesy to my family. Even my parents think I made the right choice in marrying him! Wenjing's thoughtfulness and filial piety have often touched my family. This is the biggest reason I'm still with him. I often wonder, what kind of man should I marry? Should I marry someone I love or someone who loves me? Actually, a marriage based on mutual love is the happiest! The question is, how long can initial mutual love last? Seven years? Or does it fade after the honeymoon period…? After slowly rekindling our old feelings for each other, Wenjing and I began to have deeper conversations. Sometimes I really want to ask him why he wrote that breakup letter in the first place? And was Linlin's involvement her initiative or his? Although the past is over, this knot in my heart remains untied! Because neither of us had brought it up since the wedding, I couldn't speak up because I hoped he would offer an explanation or reassure me.

During the Lunar New Year, Wenjing accompanied me on a trip south to visit him. A traffic jam on the highway forced me to put down the steering wheel and bring it up myself. I mustered a lot of courage to say, "I want to know about your relationship with Linlin!"

My suddenness startled him for almost a minute, and his expression changed from natural pleasure to bewilderment. I felt a pang of guilt because the thought of being tormented physically and mentally by his two brothers made me feel inexplicably ashamed and guilty. Unexpectedly, after a long silence, he spoke, "Don't you already know most of it?"

"What I want to know now is the truth, the truth about why you dumped me back then!" He scratched his head awkwardly, turned his face to the car window, and asked, "Do you really want to know? So much time has passed, and besides... isn't it good that we're like this now? Since we got married, I've always been wholeheartedly devoted to you, don't you feel that?"

"I want to clarify the past, otherwise... it will be difficult for me to maintain our marriage, because I feel very unbalanced!"

He watched as hot tears slowly dripped down my cheeks, while still steadily controlling the steering wheel and accelerator. He handed me a tissue, but I ignored him. He simply wiped the tears from my face for me, and then he began to recall and talk about the past.

"That year, after we had sex in that little hotel in Ximending, actually... I... felt I should take responsibility for you. Later... when we went on our next date, you really shouldn't have brought Linlin!" I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye and snorted disdainfully, "If you loved me back then and were responsible enough, you wouldn't be saying this today! Saying this is just shifting the blame onto me!" He continued, "I'm not trying to shirk responsibility. After all, I'm a man. Linlin took the initiative to throw herself at me. How could I resist the temptation? Besides... she was indeed very attractive back then. On the night the three of us went on our date, she came to me. I really did refuse, but... I was still bewitched by her." Now that time had passed, I was surprisingly not trembling with anger as I listened to his words. Seeing that he was speaking tremulously, I gestured for him to continue.

"After I had sex with Linlin, I became hopelessly addicted to sleeping with her. She was daring, open, and understood men's needs. We often hid in school or public restrooms to do 'that.' At first, I was afraid, but... it felt really exciting, and... she often didn't wear underwear. If we were in a park, she would just unzip my pants, lift her skirt, and... sit on top of me. If we were in public, she would constantly tease me, and when I couldn't resist wanting it, we would go to the restroom. She would have me sit on the toilet seat, and then... we would have sex. At first, it felt fun and exciting, but after a while, I believe no man would be serious about this kind of woman because... she just wanted to play, or wanted to play, and... she wasn't a proper girl. Most girls wouldn't be as bold and... and... open as her."

I continued driving, my mind filled with Linlin's sweet and wicked face, and the image of Wenjing sitting in the toilet being ridden by Linlin kept flashing through my mind. Jealous? I don't know! After I committed adultery, I wasn't sure if I had the right to be jealous anymore. A dull ache throbbed in my chest, and a sour feeling emanated from my heartbeat. I drove to the exit of the interchange because I didn't want my emotions to cause another disaster. I found a fast-food restaurant on the side of the road. I thought… we should have a serious talk!

(Chapter 4)

During this trip south, Wenjing and I poured out everything that had been weighing on our hearts for years. He even explained in detail how he and Linlin broke up. He said, "I was the one who suggested leaving! Because I simply couldn't stand her openness anymore."

I asked, "Did she do anything outrageous?"

He nodded, took out a lighter from his pocket, lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and slowly exhaled the scene from years ago.

"That day, after I received her call, I initially didn't want to go to our appointment, but... I wanted to talk things out with her, so I went to the hotel we often went to. The hotel owner already knew us. When I arrived, I asked her for the room number at the front desk. Her expression was strange, and she told me dismissively that it wasn't the usual room, but another large suite. I didn't think much of it and went straight upstairs. When I entered the room, Linlin was already naked... masturbating on the bed. I didn't expect her to not even lock the door! When I saw this..." In that situation, of course I couldn't help but... I got impulsive. I thought to myself... this is the last time! After we're done, I'll bring up breaking up with her. Then, Linlin and I teased each other in bed as usual and started doing *that*, and then... two people suddenly ran out of the bathroom!!" I looked at Wenjing, thinking of the scene where Wenhao and Wenrong played with me. I shook my head, exhaled towards the ceiling, and Wenjing thought I couldn't stand the description and scene. In his heart, I had always been the purest, so he quickly grabbed my hand and said,

"Can't stand it? It's hard for me to talk about it too! Let's not talk about it anymore, I don't think you'll be able to listen." I shook my head and encouraged him to continue. His eyes were a little suspicious until I opened my mouth:

"Go on, I want to hear it! Don't hide anything, I want to know the truth." His expression was actually very complicated. He was embarrassed and had to recall the events, and he also had to consider my feelings while narrating. So I took the initiative to give him my other hand to hold, so that he could continue in peace.

"Two people ran out of the bathroom, and I was terrified! Of course, I immediately stopped what I was doing. I was so scared that my penis went limp on the spot. Linlin, on the other hand, seemed to welcome them and smiled at them!

They were a man and a woman, both naked. The woman rushed towards me as soon as she came out and kept touching my chest and genitals. I pushed her away, but Linlin said, 'Let's play with her! We can play as a foursome!' Good heavens! I couldn't fathom how open Linlin was! At the time, I thought, I'm not going to lose anything, so let's play if we want, and I'll leave when I'm done! But... I ended up with the strange woman, while Linlin and the man seemed to know each other very well. As soon as she left, I got entangled with the man on the bed. I watched her and the man act like animals while I was dealing with the woman I was pinning down." What disgusted me even more was... Linlin was flirting with that guy while she was doing it with me, and she was even putting on a seductive look! I really wanted to switch roles then and there, I would definitely... definitely fuck her to death! So... I rushed forward desperately, not caring whether the woman I was on was comfortable or not. I think I had this feeling at the time, like... I just wanted to finish quickly, get dressed, and leave! I didn't say anything more to Linlin! Things had progressed to this point, what feelings were left? It was all about sex! From the beginning, all she wanted was my stamina. Every time I met her, she would make demands, no matter how inconvenient it was, she would always find a place or a trick. Once, in the bathroom, she screamed, and people in the bathroom were standing on the toilets in the next stall to watch us! I felt so ashamed, but... she didn't think it was a big deal!" He took a sip of water and continued:

"After the incident involving the four of us at the hotel, Linlin kept looking for me. At that time... I actually regretted choosing Linlin. Every time I saw you from afar at school, seeing you hurriedly avoiding me and complaining, I felt very sad and didn't dare to get close to you anymore. This went on until the eve of summer vacation, when I hesitated about whether to apologize to you. Do you remember that I went to see you?"

I nodded. How could I forget! He came to see me that afternoon. I was packing my bags to go home. At the time, I didn't know he and Linlin had broken up. I deliberately didn't open the door and shouted at him through the door,

"Get out! Get out! Get out!"

He continued, "It's okay if you curse me! I deserve to be cursed. You told me to get out, and I'm not angry. At least you're willing to get angry, so... I found out which train you were taking south and decided to secretly go to the train station to see you off!" I looked at him in surprise. His expression and attitude didn't seem like he was lying. I asked him,

"You... you secretly went to see me off?"

He shook his head helplessly and said, "No, I couldn't! I was bothered by Linlin. It was 2 PM..."

"Linlin took the Ju-Kuang Express train to Kaohsiung. I ran into her at the West Station! I was so nervous I couldn't get away, and she kept bothering me until your train left. She checked her watch... and then she gave me a triumphant smile. That's when I realized she hadn't bought a ticket! She deliberately waited for me at the West Station! I didn't even notice if she had any luggage."

After hearing his account, I truly believed he genuinely wanted to see me off and apologize and get back together. But fate had other plans. I asked him,

"Later... how did you end up wanting to marry me after the car accident when you saw me in the hospital?" He said, somewhat childishly and apologetically,

"I think... I still like you more! Although when I woke up, I didn't know I'd become lame, and besides... besides... I got hit by a car because I saw you! I saw you on the street in Taipei, and I kept calling you, but you didn't hear me! So I ran across the street to catch up with you... and then I lost consciousness."

So that's how it was! Now, I finally pieced everything together. It turns out… I misunderstood Wenjing. He didn't choose me as the cripple's wife out of selfishness because I loved him; it was entirely because of my in-laws' doting love for their son, because of Wenjing's constant talk of remembering him, because his cries while unconscious were all for my name! All for my name!

I felt like I had fallen into hell, a darkness with no bottom in sight! Uncontrollably, tears streamed down my face. He gripped my hand tightly and whispered,

“It's all my fault. I shouldn't have told Mom and Dad about what happened at the hotel. And it's their fault for being so hasty. You haven't even graduated yet and they've already arranged a marriage for you. But… I'm really happy you agreed to marry me!

Mom and Dad said you took care of me for a long time in the hospital, and… since I don't have to serve in the military, they decided to get married as soon as I graduate. Maybe they want to have a grandchild sooner!”

Tears flowed uncontrollably, like a torrential downpour. I laughed at my own ignorance and suspicion! I despise my own lewdness and infidelity. Even though Wenjing is lame, he is still someone I once admired and loved! Although he betrayed me, deeply hurting me and eroding my conscience, how can I face myself again? How can I face him, who knows nothing about me? I pondered… Should I tell him the truth about our marriage? Or… should I keep it from him for the rest of my life?

The trip south to visit relatives was canceled amidst my surreal conversation! Wenjing and I went to a tourist resort in central Taiwan for a belated honeymoon. For four whole days, we were together day and night. I no longer cared about the strange looks from others, I got to know Wenjing again, and returned to his embrace.

During these four days of honest interaction, I also understood one thing: because of the car accident, Wenjing's lower body nerves were somewhat desensitized, so… before intercourse, apart from sensual stimulation, his penis could not automatically achieve a full erection. This was why, to fulfill his responsibilities as a husband, he always insisted that I eat glutinous rice sausage!

After the Spring Festival holiday, we all returned to our jobs, and life went on peacefully. Then, in April, Wenhao announced his marriage. Their wedding was set for the end of May, and they planned to buy a new house. My in-laws disagreed because… our house was two large apartments combined, with a total of five bedrooms. Wenhao also didn't have enough savings for the down payment, so he abandoned the idea of moving out. My future sister-in-law was incredibly beautiful, about my age, but seemed naive and inexperienced. In short

, very young and innocent, like a hothouse flower, needing to be pampered, like a delicate vase, easily broken or damaged. When I saw her, Wenhao gave me a fierce look. I knew what he was worried about, and I felt a strange joy because I knew very well that she was no match for me!

And Wenrong? When he saw her, his expression was one of lust, his greedy eyes exploring her body with a fascination, his gaze fixed on her two fleshy mounds. Wenhao coughed lightly, and Wenrong awkwardly looked away. I saw it all, but I laughed inside. That dim-witted Wenhao! You should wait for your karma! You sowed the seeds yourself, you have to reap the consequences! Opportunities are created by people, and I refuse to believe I won't live to see this day!

After Wenhao's wedding, he took my sister-in-law "Meiqi" on a tour to Southeast Asia for their honeymoon. During this time, whenever I had a spare moment, I would sneak into their bedroom. I wanted to get to know my sister-in-law better. The first time I entered their bedroom, I almost burst out laughing because… a whole set of pink sheets and duvet covers, plus several adorable Kitty cats, were lying there! On the dressing table, a bunch of cartoon keychains jingled and jingled. I opened the wardrobe, and her underwear was all sexy and transparent silk fabric. Unfortunately, each piece was embroidered with a cartoon character—Kitty, Snoopy, and Doraemon… I couldn't understand why Wenhao would choose this childlike, immature woman as his wife. Was it a complementary arrangement? Or… did he think immature women were easier to control? Anyway, whatever his mindset, I was looking forward to their return soon so they could start living together again!

Meiqi didn't go to work. Her biggest wish was to be a competent housewife. To be honest, she was very virtuous and diligent. She kept the housework in perfect order and was an excellent cook. Her only flaw was a lack of ambition. She never read, never read newspapers, never watched the news. Her greatest pleasure was waiting for the 8 PM dramas from Monday to Friday and the variety shows on weekends! In other words, she was a woman with no formal education. Give her a few kilograms of yarn and she could while away an entire afternoon. What I admired most was not just that, but also that since she joined the household, she had been in charge of the "public funds" for household expenses. In a month, she could save several thousand yuan on food, water, electricity, and gas!

Once I asked her, "How do you save money? That's amazing! You can even save money on water, electricity, and gas?" She smiled and said, "Water, electricity, and gas are all thanks to my cooking techniques. As for the money for food, that's the result of my daily bargaining with the vendors at the market. After a while, I became familiar with those vegetable stalls, so I don't have to buy scallions, garlic, or ginger anymore. Besides, open-air markets are really cheaper! Mom used to buy fresh produce at the supermarket near our house, and I calculated that it was twice as expensive as at the traditional market!" I was surprised and continued to ask her, "Where... do you buy it?" She said proudly, "I take the bus to the traditional market! The bus fare isn't much. Compared to the supermarket, it's a little more work, but it saves me a lot of money to buy you extra dishes!" I really gave her a thumbs up, completely impressed. I felt utterly inferior to her! I've lived with Wenjing for almost four years, and I've never known the price of rice, let alone the basic fees for water, electricity, and gas. I can't even tell you how much a pack of toilet paper costs. But my sister-in-law, whenever there's a supermarket sale or discount, she'll take the bus and go on a shopping spree, then reluctantly call a taxi to bring the groceries home.

We're both women, so why is there such a difference? Am I just too incompetent, or is she just too virtuous? Mei-Chi's shrewdness was evident to everyone, even her in-laws praised her highly. Once, I asked Wen-Jing, somewhat sourly,

"Am I too careless? I don't even know the price of rice, how can I manage the household? My sister-in-law is a real financial expert! She doesn't waste a single penny. If it were me… I couldn't do it! For me, time is more precious than money. I won't spend so much time on cravings or delicious food. I'd rather browse bookstores for intellectual nourishment or stay home and get some sleep."

After spending a few months with Mei-Chi, I gradually learned a secret: Mei-Chi had been "packaged." My first impression of her was an illusion. She came from a poor family and only received the basic nine years of compulsory education in Taiwan. She met Wen-Hao at the pizzeria where she worked. Her love for cartoons was to fulfill her childhood dream. Why was Wen-Hao packaging her? Was he afraid his family would look down on her? Or… did he have another purpose? Given his circumstances, it wouldn't be difficult for him to find a woman better than Meiqi. I seriously doubt how they could communicate on a spiritual level.

Just six months after their marriage, my in-laws went on a tour to Southeast Asia. Coincidentally, Wenrong also retired from the military. Before Wenrong retired, whenever I knew about his days off, I would always hide far away, either making an excuse to go back to the south or spending time at the club where Wenjing worked, waiting to leave work with him. If I received a call from Wenrong at the office, he could no longer threaten me! Because now, informing the whole family would result in discord between the two couples. Moreover, Meiqi was innocent; would he really have the conscience to harm his two brothers?

The night my in-laws left, I didn't go straight home but went to Wenjing's workplace to wait for him. Although I was very tired and severely sleep-deprived, Wenjing was smugly thinking that I was inseparable from him and that I was avoiding some trouble he was unaware of. He mistakenly thought that I was his "fan" again. Fine! If my presence could make him feel more glorious and confident, why wouldn't I go? Whenever I went to wait for Wenjing, he would thoughtfully find a substitute to cover his nighttime performance so I could go home and rest early.

The next night, I didn't go to see Wenjing again and went straight home because I was completely exhausted. I was surprised to find the house empty; I was happy to have some peace and quiet and went straight to my room to sleep! But… I heard faint sounds coming from the bathroom. I tiptoed closer and heard heavy breathing coming from inside. Was it Meiqi and Wenhao? Why don't they go back to their room? How romantic, moving the battlefield to the bathroom—does that add to the fun? They scared away all my sleepiness! I turned and went back to the kitchen, grabbed a drink, and headed to the living room. I turned on the TV and waited for dinner. Just then, Wenhao came home. I felt so relieved!

So, the person in the bathroom wasn't Wenhao, but Wenrong?

I glanced at Wenhao, my smug expression making him look confused. He spoke first,

"Leaving work so early today? Didn't you go wait for your husband?"

I ignored him, engrossed in playing with the remote control, flipping through channels. Just as he was about to go back to his room, I suddenly realized I couldn't let him discover what happened in the bathroom so soon. So I put down the remote and quickly tried to keep him occupied:

"Sit down, I need to talk to you about something."

Without hesitation, he walked back to the living room and sat down opposite me. "What is it? What do we have to talk about?"

I couldn't find a topic to talk about and stammered. Suddenly, an idea struck me: "How much did your tour to Southeast Asia cost last time? Maybe... Wenjing and I should find a chance to go too." He casually mentioned the price, then became engrossed in the international news on TV. I didn't say anything more, my eyes also glued to the TV, but my ears were listening to the sounds from the bathroom. A few minutes later, Meiqi, smelling sweet, came into the living room in a bathrobe. Seeing Wenhao and me there, she showed no sign of panic and told us very naturally:

"Sorry! Dinner will be ready soon. I'll dry my hair and stir-fry some vegetables. Tonight I've made coffee beef stew and corn chowder!"

I froze, speechless. Where was the other person in the bathroom? Wasn't she afraid? Or had she already planned everything? Had she already made all the arrangements? I deliberately got up to go to the bathroom, just to check things out, but the bathroom was empty! However… I saw water stains on the floor leading to Wenrong’s room, so… I wasn’t wrong!

It was Wenrong and Meiqi! Suddenly, I felt a kind of almost perverse joy. My heart was screaming and laughing wildly: 'Serves you right! Serves you right! You got what you deserved!'

(Chapter 5)

On the third day, before I got off work, I deliberately took two hours of sick leave and went home early. As soon as I entered the house, I went to my room to see if Wenjing had already left. As a result, he was at his desk, concentrating on writing a song, and holding a guitar, humming and writing lyrics at the same time. When he saw that I had come back early, he was as happy as if he had gotten a good grade and wanted me to praise him. He pulled me to sit down and played the song that he was about to sell to the record company, asking me to give my evaluation.

I apologized for my absent-mindedness; my mind was still preoccupied with Meiqi and Wenrong. After he finished singing, I clapped enthusiastically and said,

"You go ahead with your work! I'll go get some water. Do you want anything to drink? I'm so thirsty!" "Anything is fine. Aren't you going to rest for a bit? I'm leaving soon..." I gave him an apologetic look and then playfully hugged him, "I won't rest now. I'll go listen to you sing tonight, and then you can find someone to cover for me so we can go home and rest earlier, okay?" He picked up his guitar helplessly, sulking and ignoring me. I didn't want to linger in the room either, so I left the bedroom and headed to the dining room, deliberately... I bypassed the bathroom, but found no one inside. I then went to Wenrong's room to listen for any sounds, but heard nothing. Undeterred, I returned to the living room and went to Meiqi's bedroom. The door was ajar and unlocked, so when I pushed it open, I saw two naked people, intertwined in a traditional position on the bed. Meiqi was biting the sheet, her expression a mixture of excitement and pain. The excitement might have come from the satisfaction of her lower body, while the pain might have stemmed from the inability to moan or shout—a suppressed helplessness.

I couldn't see the man's face, only his vigorous, rapid thrusting into the woman's lower body, his arm muscles strong and prominent. I gently pulled the door back shut, leaving only a small crack, and stood by, secretly watching this scene unfold like a pornographic film. After a while, the man withdrew his penis and asked the woman to turn over. Meiqi, with a wanton expression, pushed the man down, straddled his waist, and, holding his erect penis, inserted it into her wet vagina.

As soon as the penis entered her wet vagina, Meiqi began to rock wildly up and down, her breasts swaying rhythmically. The man grabbed her bouncing breasts, his lower body moving in sync with Meiqi's movements, pressing against his penis. Watching this scene, I unconsciously felt my lower body getting wet, but I was unwilling to leave without seeing the whole thing, so I forced myself not to go back to my room to find Wenjing and continued to stare at the couple making love on the bed.

Perhaps Meiqi was tired or her legs were sore, she deliberately knelt down, raising her buttocks high, and gave the man a suggestive look. The man immediately pounced on her, grabbed his penis, and thrust it into her vagina. Meiqi let out a soft moan of satisfaction. The man, as if possessed, gripped Meiqi's waist and thrust forward with all his might. Meiqi's breathing became more and more rapid, and finally, she could no longer hold back and began to moan:

"Hmm~ Hmm~ Faster! Ah~~ Ah~~ Ah~~ Oh~~ Oh~~ Faster! Faster! Ah~~" The man slapped Meiqi's plump buttocks as he thrust, and at the same time, he seemed to be about to give in. Suddenly, Meiqi's whole body trembled violently as if she had been electrocuted. The man also suddenly slowed down his thrusting and gradually stopped swaying his lower body. After a while, the man and woman both lay down, and I saw the penis slip out of her vagina, and a lot of white fluid flowed out.

My voyeuristic impulse and desire ignited unconsciously. As I turned to go back to my room, I bumped into Wenjing behind me. I was startled and blushed with embarrassment. Without a word, Wenjing pulled me back to the room. Once inside, he carefully locked the door and hastily took off his clothes, wanting me to suck his half-erect penis.

Due to my earlier lust, I didn't even have time to take off my shirt. I hurriedly took off my underwear and lifted my skirt, and we lay down on the bed together to perform oral sex. While I was sucking the penis, I enjoyed the teasing of my vagina by Wenjing's tongue. When the penis became thick, I rode on it. A kind of satisfaction after a famine made me work hard to stroke Wenjing's penis. Every stroke made Wenjing feel unbearable pleasure and ecstasy. His face turned red, and he kept humming with heavy breaths. He grabbed my buttocks and pressed down hard.

I rode for about ten minutes, and I was exhausted, so I stopped and said, feeling wronged,

"It's not fair that I always have to do the hard work! My legs are so sore, you try it." Wenjing was halfway through his pleasure and didn't expect me to suddenly break the monotonous position. He was also annoyed because his right leg couldn't support any other position. I lay down on my side with my back to him:

"You lie down too, let's try from the side, that way your legs won't be too strained." Wenjing obediently lay on his side behind me, lifted one of my legs, and tried to make his penis go in smoothly. I cooperated by holding his penis and guiding him on how to get it in and then thrust. After a little exploration, it finally went in! It turns out... I need to be a little higher than him so that his erect penis can push directly upwards from behind.

Once inside, Wenjing used all his strength, thrusting wildly. All the pent-up frustration and humiliation he'd endured for years seemed to be released all at once. I, no longer needing to do any hard labor, enjoyed ready-made sex, and with Wenjing's relentless thrusting, I felt an unprecedented sense of satisfaction and pleasure.

After we finished, he rushed off to work. Before leaving, I told him I wouldn't wait for him at the club tonight. He didn't seem to mind, pulled the covers up for me, kissed my cheek, and left contentedly.

Lying in bed, I couldn't sleep. My mind wasn't filled with the scene of my intercourse with Wenjing, but rather with the question of who Meiqi had been with. I kept trying to recall, remembering those prominent arms and that erect penis—was it Wenhao? My memory of his genitals was hazy; from the back view I'd just seen, I couldn't tell if it was Wenrong or Wenhao.

At dinner, only Meiqi, Wenhao, and I were at the table. I deliberately, yet casually, asked Meiqi,

"Didn't Wenrong say he wouldn't be home for dinner? Why are there only the three of us?" Meiqi said, "Wenrong called home this afternoon and said he has a business dinner tonight and won't be home for dinner." So... I saw Wenhao and Meiqi this afternoon! I focused on my meal, no longer engaging in conversation with the couple. I noticed Meiqi constantly putting food on Wenhao's plate, saying in a caring and affectionate tone,

"Eat more! You won't be able to eat my cooking for several days, so don't buy random things to eat outside! When you come back, I'll cook you a big meal to help you recover."

Listening to their conversation, I roughly understood that Wenhao was going on a business trip or a long trip. I took the opportunity to ask Meiqi:

"Wenhao's going on a business trip?"

She feigned reluctance, speaking in a coquettish voice, "Yes! He's going for a week!" I pressed further, "Why aren't you going with him?"

Meiqi said, "I can't leave the housework behind! Besides, he's going to Vietnam. I don't speak the language there, and I'd be bored spending all day in a hotel. He's on a business trip, not a vacation, so he definitely won't have much time to spend with me!" I finished the last bite of my rice and asked, "When is his flight?" Meiqi said, "Tonight! He's leaving right after dinner!" I got up, cleared the dishes, and took them to the kitchen sink, deciding not to disturb their time alone. I waited, wondering if Meiqi and Wenrong would put on an even more exciting show after Wenhao left tonight.

After seeing Wenhao off, Meiqi was washing the dishes from dinner in the kitchen. I dressed neatly and went to the kitchen to tell Meiqi I was leaving, but she didn't hear me. She was humming a song and wiggling her hips, looking as happy as if she'd won the lottery!

I called her again, and she turned around in surprise. Seeing my outfit, she smiled at me and said,

"Shuhui! Going to wait for your husband to come home from work again?"

I nodded, "Yes! Wenjing has written a lot of new songs lately, and I want to go cheer him on." Meiqi waved her hand, indicating she understood, and turned back to continue washing the unwashed pots and pans. I went to the front door, opened it, and then deliberately slammed it shut. I took off my high heels, quietly walked through the living room, and went back to my room. I quickly changed my clothes and took my small V8 camera, which I had prepared beforehand, from the closet. I waited quietly for Wenrong's return, my heart pounding rapidly!

I kept an eye on things outside from inside my room. All I could hear was noise from the TV in the living room, or maybe music from a commercial. I was holding my camera, planning how to get the most realistic shot, when Wenrong came home! I couldn't hear their conversation in the living room, but all the sound from the TV stopped as soon as Wenrong entered.

My irrepressible curiosity compelled me to risk opening the door and sticking my head out to see what was going on!

I immediately spotted Meiqi sitting on the sofa, reclining. I couldn't see Wenrong, and the chair back blocked my view, so my sight wasn't ideal. I stared at Meiqi; she looked completely absorbed in the moment. I thought to myself…they probably think I'm not home! So, I boldly crawled, hanging the camera around my neck, slowly making my way to the living room. I did all this without making a sound. Halfway there, I heard Meiqi say in a coquettish voice,

"You're so annoying! Hurry up and get up here, you're making me so itchy!" I was so startled I immediately dropped to the floor, covered in goosebumps! I continued crawling towards the corner of the living room. Just as I reached my destination, Wenrong asked, "Are you sure no one's home?" Meiqi replied sweetly, "Nobody's home! Even Shuhui went out, and your older brother is already on the plane."

I was only a meter away. After their conversation ended, I could hear Meiqi moaning, so I felt safe and continued crawling forward, finally reaching behind the curtains! I quickly picked up the camera and adjusted the lens and distance. The camera showed their profile. Meiqi sat on the sofa, her legs draped over Wenrong's shoulders. Wenrong knelt on the floor, supporting Meiqi with his arms. This position didn't last long; Wenrong made Meiqi lie on the coffee table in the living room, her legs spread wide, each straddling one of the sofas, and then he pressed down on her.

This shot was slightly better than the previous one because of the angled side, allowing me to zoom in very closely, even clearly seeing the penetration of his penis! I saw Meiqi's vagina, the flesh inside out from Wenrong's thick penis, and she was moaning loudly and wantonly because no one was home! She seemed to have lost her senses due to pleasure. I took the opportunity to capture Meiqi's expressions one by one, and then slowly zoomed out, storing their intertwined figures in the camera!

They proceeded very slowly, constantly changing positions. This time, Wenrong asked Meiqi to stand and bend over so he could penetrate her from behind. Just as Wenrong was about to insert his penis, the phone suddenly rang! They hesitated whether to answer or continue. Finally, Meiqi ran to the phone and calmly answered.

"Hello~ Yes, Second Brother! Shuhui said she went to find you. What? She hasn't arrived yet! She's been out for almost two hours, maybe she went to buy something! Wait a little longer, okay! Okay!" After hanging up, Meiqi tidied up the clothes scattered on the floor, then pulled Wenrong towards the room, saying as they walked, "Shuhui didn't go to find Wenjing, she might come home at any time. It's not safe in the living room, let's go to my room!" They hurriedly tidied up the living room and immediately went to Meiqi's room. I hid behind the curtains and turned off the camera. Only when Meiqi started shouting exaggeratedly again did I feel safe enough to come out from behind the curtains and quietly return to my room.

Once back in my room, I considered whether to expose them now or wait for Wenhao to find out himself. I chose the latter, because the person involved is often the last to know about their partner's infidelity. I wanted him to experience firsthand the feeling of being betrayed by his wife and the taste of being sold out by his brother! Anyway, I'm going to make Wenhao experience what happened to Wenjing!

I've never understood something. Wenhao and Meiqi have only been married for a little over six months, and given Wenhao's sexual prowess, he shouldn't be unable to satisfy or handle Meiqi. So… why did Meiqi choose Wenrong as her affair partner? Was it Wenrong who actively seduced her? Or… is Meiqi simply a woman who indulges in nightly revelry? I'm not looking down on Meiqi, because I'm not much better myself! But I have my reasons for cheating! I'm not defending myself, but if I had been rational enough, how could I have made such an irredeemable mistake!

Besides, there were too many grudges and misunderstandings between Wenjing and me, and Wenjing did indeed wrong me first. So, I did so many irrational things! It was nothing more than using my body and reputation to retaliate against Wenjing!

So! What is Meiqi's mentality? Is her outward virtuousness and naivety all an act? If so, then she's truly terrifying! Last time, during the bathroom incident with Wenrong, she managed to handle things so calmly and without panic, making it seem flawless. If I hadn't heard about the strange things happening in the bathroom beforehand, I might still be completely unaware of her affair with Wenrong!

(Chapter Six)

In the following days, I stopped sneaking around at home trying to take more photos, because the small clips I had were enough to serve as a weapon for my counterattack. So, I went to work and came home naturally. However, when I got home from work today, Wenjing hadn't left yet. He was deliberately waiting for me and had even taken a day off!

As soon as I entered the room, he asked me strangely, "Shuhui, do you...do you have a voyeuristic tendency? Why did you peep at my brother and the others last time?"

I replied awkwardly, "No! It was just a coincidence, and...anyone who sees a scene like that, without being caught, would definitely continue to peep. Didn't you watch for a while too?" Wenjing pulled a camera out of the closet, and before I could stop him, he yelled at me,

"Then...what is this? Why didn't you tell me! You even secretly filmed this lewd scene! If my brother sees this tape, won't the house be in complete chaos!?" I couldn't say anything for a moment because I couldn't bring myself to talk about my past infidelity and cheating, but I couldn't find any suitable reason at the moment, so I was completely speechless.

Wenjing shook his head and continued, "You filmed this on purpose? You knew about their behavior all along? Why didn't you tell me! You need to know, they are my own brothers, and I'm completely confused! I don't know how to handle this! Besides, they've only been married a short time! How could this happen! Wenrong, I need to find a chance to talk to him. You can't mess with a friend's wife! Especially not your own brother's wife!" I looked at him with a touch of sadness, trying to hold back my tears, while struggling even more painfully inside. Should I confess now? If I still want to maintain this marriage, can I be honest? Can I directly reveal my purpose and motive for filming this video? A little agitated, I remained silent. Wenjing's questioning gaze grew more and more urgent. I felt powerless, not knowing how to answer.

Wenjing then asked, "How long have you known about this?"

I composed myself slightly and said calmly,

"It's only been a few days. Before I spied on my brother and the others, one day after work, I heard something strange coming from the bathroom. After that, my brother came home, and... I became curious about the other person in the bathroom, so... that's why I thought of doing this. I wanted to tell you when I had time, but our schedules never worked out. I filmed these things because... I was afraid you wouldn't believe me if I told you the truth!" Wenjing continued, "How did you film it? How could you film it? Did you... know where they would be beforehand and set up the camera in advance?"

I told Wenjing in detail what happened the night Wenhao was away on his business trip, and how I had climbed behind the curtains with trepidation to film their adultery.

Wenjing said incredulously, "What should we do? Destroy this evidence! Any husband would be devastated to see his wife having sex with another man! Besides, we can't let Mom and Dad know. They'll be devastated if they find out! They're both their sons, yet they've turned against each other or even killed each other over a woman. They'll be in so much pain!" I didn't want him to destroy the evidence because... it was a bargaining chip I'd worked so hard to get. Although it didn't guarantee I could turn things around, it at least gave me room to explain and a chance to find a way out. I couldn't easily give up and follow Wenjing's arrangements or decisions.

I pondered for a few seconds: "Of course, I can't show the tape to my older brother unless it's absolutely necessary. I'm worried that if Meiqi and Wenrong escalate things further, and we..."

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