A woman's extramarital affair

An empty heart wanders in the empty afternoon. Trying to grasp something, it only grasps emptiness. Choosing to let itself be betrayed by memory, to forget all the pain and joy.
Only emptiness remains in the body, nothing at all. Oh! A trace of the cigarette scent from your fingertips lingers. Qin's timing is always unpredictable; it's better not to meet, but what's heartbreaking is when they say they'll meet and then don't. This leaves the long-awaited heart suddenly empty, and the anger between the two online grows increasingly intense. Every day during lunch break, she encounters a man at the buffet. This buffet is quite a distance from Jing's company, and Jing has come to love the feeling of walking alone at lunchtime. A feeling of loneliness, being wronged, being abandoned, a touch of self-punishment. This man always has a friendly, slight smile, and sometimes they exchange a few words. Jing can't even remember what he looks like; she only gets a clear picture when she sees him. She vaguely recalls this man trying to invite her for coffee or something, but Jing always politely declines with a smile. The only thing she remembered was the man's smile, a kind of warmth. Also, his speech lacked substance, suggesting he wasn't very knowledgeable, even though he seemed to be a mid-level manager at a large company. The man, with his usual smile, plopped down next to Jing and started eating. Jing unconsciously moved her chair slightly away, thinking that she had already taken the afternoon off, but Qin not only didn't come, they had also argued last night. Suddenly, the man said, "Are you free this afternoon?" Jing casually replied, "Yes!" She was immediately startled, snapping back to reality. "How about we go for a walk? My client canceled our appointment this afternoon," the man said. The words "canceled" made Jing's heart ache; she suddenly felt empty, desperately wanting something to fill the void. It was like being in the ocean, grabbing whatever she could find, knowing it couldn't bear the weight of her burdens, yet still pulling it up. In the car, the man talked about his many achievements. Jing hadn't expected him to talk about anything substantial, but he managed to keep the atmosphere relatively relaxed. Jing stole a glance at the man; he was about medium build. He was in his forties, and quite ordinary-looking. Thinking about what might happen later, she felt nervous. The man, noticing Jing's sudden silence, said, "Shall we find a place to rest and talk?" Jing didn't answer, just kept her head down, ignoring where the man drove. Qin was Jing's second man. She had also had a secret rendezvous with someone else once afterward, but that time felt like a kind of fulfillment, without any love or feeling of indebtedness to Qin. "Anyway, it's only once, Qin will never know," Jing secretly comforted herself. After the man entered the room, he embraced Jing and kissed her. Jing's desire was instantly aroused. Their tongues intertwined, and Jing felt like she was melting. The man's hands teased Jing like a magician, making her body feel as if it were being brushed by feathers, causing her to moan. He licked Jing's genitals, gently stimulating her clitoris, and Jing felt a wetness flowing through her. She braced her legs against the bed, welcoming him with her lower body, enjoying wave after wave of irresistible orgasms. Gently stroking the man's penis, feeling its firmness and hardness, Jing couldn't help but pull his lower body towards her and take it into her mouth. The man stopped, closing his eyes in ecstasy. Suddenly, Jing felt an emptiness in her lower body, looked up at the man, and gestured for him to enter. The man's penis was quite thick! When it entered, Jing felt incredibly full, and her body began to tremble and feel dizzy.
She murmured, "So strong! So strong! Thrust me, harder." A surge of heat rushed through her uterus. Jing couldn't endure long orgasms; she always needed to catch her breath after each climax. This man, however, didn't seem to notice and continued to thrust. Jing pleaded with him, "Stop!" The man stopped, and drops of sweat dripped onto Jing's breasts, which annoyed her; she loved being clean and refreshed. But then the man's penis suddenly throbbed within Jing's lower body, and she became passionately aroused again. Jing's body felt like it was being pounded by waves, and wave after wave of orgasms washed over her. Unable to perceive the sun, moon, and stars, or the direction of the world, she only screamed, begging the man for more. Today, Jing was different from usual; she had become greedy and insatiable. This was the most satisfying lovemaking she had ever experienced. The man's semen sprayed out, covering Jing's entire chest and even her face. The man lay on top of Jing, his semen and sweat mingling, indistinguishable. Jing struggled to get up to wash. In the bathroom, Jing felt a fullness that spread from her genitals to her mind. She wondered if he could give her one more time. She chuckled softly as she thought about it. Back home, everything went as expected; her husband seemed oblivious, so there was nothing to worry about. Jing finished her chores as usual and sat down at the computer, suddenly realizing she hadn't thought about Qin all afternoon, as if he didn't exist. She tried to recall what had happened that afternoon, but her mind was blank. She only felt it must have been a happy time, but the details were completely gone. She couldn't remember the man's face, his voice, or even how she got home. All that remained in her memory was the climax, the sweat, and the man's fingertips. Jing smiled to herself, wondering if she would still go to that restaurant for lunch tomorrow. She turned on her computer, thinking, "Isn't a one-night stand just once? Is this a one-night stand, a half-day affair, or nothing at all?" Her QQ chat was pounding. Qin said, "I'll go to your company this afternoon..." Jing's nerves were in turmoil, her hands trembling so much she couldn't type. "What's wrong?" A barrage of messages came like a tidal wave. "I'm not feeling well, I went home." Jing could only try her best to deflect the message. "You weren't home. I went to see you. Your son said you weren't home all day." "You...you came to my house? You've gone too far!" Jing suddenly felt a wave of humiliation. "I was just worried. I was so afraid something would happen to you. Don't worry, I told you I work for an insurance company, nothing will happen." "You're investigating me?" Jing's emotions began to race, using anger to mask her fear and guilt. Tears streamed down Jing's face, flowing endlessly... the words she typed were as sharp as knives, while Qin froze, as if his thread had been severed. After a long while, Jing stopped too and said, "I only love you." Qin said, "You know what? I never imagined you would feel this way. I'm crying."
Having never gained anything, he had never lost anything.
All dreams remain in the innocent era; everything else is chosen to be forgotten. That ancient tree, and those short-haired girls. I refuse to continue growing in dreams, because that's all I have. Leaving, innocence is gone. The afternoon was quite sultry. Jing had been eating at a different buffet restaurant for three years now. The story from three years ago clung to her like cancer, until both were hurt, until they both perished. Jing would always remember the morning after the incident. When she left for work, she found Qin standing under the arcade across the street with red eyes, clearly having rushed up overnight. The night before, the two had barely spoken until Qin cut off the phone. Jing herself had tossed and turned all night, not knowing how to face Qin. Who knew that what she had to face would come so quickly? Jing was at a loss, not knowing what to do. Qin walked across the street and, without saying a word, practically dragged Jing into a taxi. Only the early morning in Taipei is relatively normal; everyone is busy going to work like they're rushing to the execution ground, but these two went into a hotel. Qin Wenjing looked as if she had no tomorrow. Jing felt a pang of heartache, and tears streamed down her face like a broken string of pearls. Qin buried his head in Jing's chest and cried like a child. Jing could only say, "I'm sorry, it's all my fault, it's all my fault." The two of them cried in each other's arms. Suddenly, Qin got up and walked out of the room without looking back. He never appeared again. Jing sat blankly in the room, staring at the carpet. The embroidery on the carpet transformed into countless images of Qin, so lonely. Jing's mind was blank until the front desk called to ask if she wanted to extend her stay, making her realize it was almost noon. When she got up, she noticed a dried tear stain on her dress. Jing hadn't washed this dress; it sat in the open door of her wardrobe, where she had looked at it for three years. After lunch, Jing returned to the company. In front of the building, a familiar figure sat on a motorcycle—a pain she could never forget. Time hadn't etched any marks on Qin's face. Perhaps he was already full of wounds, with nowhere else to heal. His dejected expression remained, his back still hunched, forever bent, still heartbreaking. The two walked silently to a coffee shop in the next alley. Qin lit a cigarette, and the familiar feeling returned. "How have you been?" Qin asked wearily. "Yeah! Fine, just getting by like this!" "How's home?" Qin asked meaningfully. "Everything's fine, my husband's still the same." Jing hesitated, paused, then looked up at Qin directly and continued, "I have a friend with me now." Qin lit another cigarette. The smell made Jing want to cry. It was a different brand from the one Li loved to smoke! Why couldn't she forget this smell after three years? Why had all the memories faded, only this pungent smell remained? "Oh! I'm fine too, same as always, just stopped by to see you today." Qin's voice carried a hint of desolation. "It's almost time for work, isn't it? I remember, ha!" Jing followed behind Qin. Qin didn't turn around, and Jing stared blankly at his back. Thinking to herself, "Three years ago I lost him because of deception, and three years later I lost him again because of honesty," she couldn't help but laugh at the contradictions of life. The Taipei summer sun shone brightly, but Jing felt incredibly cold, thinking she should go back to the office and put on a warmer coat. Jing had a habit of stopping by Li's place before leaving work, sometimes bringing some groceries; he wasn't much of a cook. Lately, things had been a mess with Li, with them constantly bickering, which was incredibly annoying.
The afternoon market was packed with office workers. The traditional market had a comforting feel, like going back to her childhood, shopping with her mother—this was Jing's favorite place lately. Seeing several bunches of dripping greens on a stall, Jing suddenly felt a mental block, unable to remember anything except that the vegetables were so familiar, as if they were connected to her by some mysterious, inseparable destiny. "What...what kind of vegetable is this?" The vegetable vendor, an older woman, replied nonchalantly, "Water spinach."

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