Sex, Lies, and Videotape

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The cool breeze from the air conditioner in the store calmed Yang Zhi down. No matter what, he needed to figure out the situation first: who was that man, when did they start seeing each other, and whether they had a secret relationship? Yang Zhi had already concluded that they did.
However, without evidence, how could he accuse Tang Yuanyuan? Just based on the claim that he saw her shopping with another man at Parkson?
She could easily find an excuse and then accuse him of not trusting her.
Therefore, for now, he had to pretend to be completely unaware.
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Sex, Lies, Videotape Chapter 1
Although it had been a week since the beginning of autumn, the weather was still very hot. At midday, there were basically no pedestrians on the road, only various vehicles shuttling back and forth, making one mistakenly think that the city was inhabited by a group of machines.
Yang Zhi sat in the waiting area of the bank lobby, looking outside through the glass window.
At lunchtime, the bank was nearly empty. A few tellers chatted and laughed behind the counter, while the security guard, who looked quite young, was fiddling with his phone like many other young people his age, his fingers rapidly tapping on the keyboard.
Yang Zhi was a salesman at a small internet company. He had worked there for four years; most of his colleagues who joined at the same time had already been promoted, and those who hadn't had moved on to better opportunities. Only Yang Zhi remained in his current position, with no intention of moving.
Today, Yang Zhi visited a client. Having worked in sales for four years, he had grasped the client's mindset using his experience, and the contract was signed.
Because the company was far away and it was too hot, Yang Zhi called his sales manager and said he wouldn't be returning to the office for lunch; he would visit two more clients in the afternoon.
Since he was a long-time employee, the manager agreed without much objection, only reminding him not to report back to the office that evening.
Seeing that it was time to go back to work, Yang Zhi contacted the two clients, but unfortunately, neither of them was in the office that afternoon. He decided to treat the afternoon as a day off, wandering around the city before heading home early to cook dinner and surprise his wife.
Yang Zhi had been married for only three months. His wife, Tang Yuanyuan, was someone he'd dated since college. They'd had a few ups and downs before finally getting together.
Tang Yuanyuan wasn't a typical beauty, but her baby face made her incredibly cute. Thinking of that face, a smile crept onto Yang Zhi's lips.
Yang Zhi checked his wallet and decided to go to the Parkson Department Store. Last weekend, when he accompanied Tang Yuanyuan shopping, she'd seen a dress she liked, costing over 700 yuan, but they hadn't bought it.
Around 3 PM, after buying the dress on the second floor of the Parkson Department Store, they were about to leave the store when a familiar laugh caught Yang Zhi's attention. Looking in the direction of the sound, he saw Tang Yuanyuan with a man in his thirties in front of a jewelry counter about twenty meters away. The man was whispering something in her ear, making her laugh intermittently.
Yang Zhi suddenly felt the world had turned upside down, his thoughts spiraling out of his control. A surge of anger rose within him, instantly consuming him and leaving him dazed and confused. Instinctively, he wanted to walk towards Tang Yuanyuan.
Just as he was about to take his first step, the mall's loudspeakers suddenly blared, broadcasting nothing more than discount information.
But the announcement snapped Yang Zhi out of his daze. He didn't take that step; his mind was a jumbled mess, everything he thought about was a chaotic mess.
Gradually, he became a little more lucid. A tremendous sense of shame filled his chest, and all he wanted was to escape this humiliating place.
The summer sun was still scorching at five or six o'clock. Yang Zhi walked aimlessly through the streets like a ghost for almost two hours under the blazing sun, until he felt dizzy and his mouth felt parched. Only then did he enter a KFC and order two Cokes.
The cool breeze from the store's air conditioning calmed Yang Zhi down. No matter what, he needed to figure out the situation first: who was that man, when did they start seeing each other, and whether they had an affair? Yang Zhi had already concluded that they did.
But without evidence, how could he accuse Tang Yuanyuan? Just because he said, "I saw you shopping with another man at Parkson?"
She could easily find an excuse and then accuse him of not trusting her.
So, for now, he had to pretend he knew nothing.
After thinking for a while, Yang Zhi went home.
When he arrived, Tang Yuanyuan was busy preparing dinner in the kitchen. Seeing Yang Zhi return, she flew towards him like a happy little bird, happily hugging him and kissing him on the cheek. "
Women are all natural actresses," Yang Zhi thought to himself.
"Honey, I bought you that dress you looked at last week at Parkson today," Yang Zhi said, waving the shopping bag in his hand.
Another kiss followed, but this time not on the cheek, but directly on the lips: "Thank you, honey. When did you go to Parkson? Buying this was expensive and took up your work time. Don't do it again." Yang Zhi noticed a hint of evasion in Tang Yuanyuan's eyes. "
It didn't interfere with work. I signed a contract this afternoon. I saw that I called the company around 5 PM to tell them I wouldn't be coming back tonight, so I went during this time." As expected of a college-educated woman, her subtle methods were truly masterful, Yang Zhi thought with a cold smile.
"My husband is the best to me, um, but I have something to say, please don't be angry. Today, my company gave out the first half-year bonuses, and I went to Parkson and bought a necklace, it cost over two thousand yuan! Now I only have a few hundred yuan left from the first half-year bonus, boohoo, if I had known my husband would buy me clothes, I wouldn't have bought the necklace, it cost so much money." "Making my wife look beautiful is what makes me happiest, how could I be angry? Hurry up and cook, I'm starving." "When did you go to Parkson? Don't let us go at the same time and miss each other, just wandering around aimlessly."
Yang Zhi couldn't help but ask.
"A little after three." Tang Yuanyuan's voice drifted from the kitchen.
After dinner, she took a shower and lay in bed. Tang Yuanyuan insisted on chatting with Yang Zhi. Tang Yuanyuan always loved reminiscing with Yang Zhi about the details of their courtship. Whenever Yang Zhi recalled some very small details, Tang Yuanyuan would be very touched.
But Yang Zhi really wasn't in the mood tonight. They chatted idly for a while, then Yang Zhi didn't want to continue: "That client I signed with today was too difficult. It was only a deal worth about ten thousand yuan, and we'd been trying to negotiate for three or four months. This afternoon we talked for over two hours before finally signing the contract. Those two hours must have killed so many of my brain cells! I need to go to bed early to make up for it." "Oh, so you're exhausted, honey?"
Tang Yuanyuan blinked, turned to hug Yang Zhi, and deliberately nestled close to his side, her legs wrapped around one of his thighs, her genitals pressed against his groin. Her breasts seemed large enough to bury Yang Zhi's arm. Tang Yuanyuan had a typical youthful face and large breasts; although not as large as those of famous Japanese actresses, they certainly lived up to the description of being voluptuous.
Even through her pajamas, Yang Zhi could feel her large breasts being flattened by his arm, yet they seemed to have a certain elasticity, as if they were unwilling to regain their original proud shape.
In the past, if Yang Zhi had resisted such temptation, he might have turned into a midnight werewolf, howling and pouncing on Tang Yuanyuan. However, what had happened this afternoon had deeply wounded Yang Zhi, making him psychologically resistant to further intimacy.
He wanted to arouse his emotions and cooperate with Tang Yuanyuan, but he just couldn't muster any interest.
Tang Yuanyuan sensed Yang Zhi's listlessness, yet remained pressed tightly against him. Her genitals began to slowly rub against his thighs, and a small hand slid down his chest, quickly slipping inside his pajamas and underwear, grasping Yang Zhi's penis and gently stroking it. Occasionally, she would press and rotate the glans with her thumb, and with each movement, the penis visibly began to swell.
"Still exhausted, both physically and mentally?" Tang Yuanyuan asked breathlessly. She rarely took the initiative like tonight, and it was indeed very stimulating for Yang Zhi. Although he still felt some psychological resistance, Yang Zhi nodded.
"My dear husband, tonight I'll make you incredibly energetic," the woman murmured, licking his earlobe.
Yang Zhi couldn't understand why Tang Yuanyuan was so interested. He had read many erotic novels online, and wasn't it said that women who had affairs wouldn't be very interested in their husbands anymore? Therefore, he began to doubt his own conclusion. Perhaps it was the clothes and jewelry that stimulated her; most women loved those two things. That was the only reason Yang Zhi could think of.
Tang Yuanyuan had unknowingly pulled back the covers from both of them, unbuttoned Yang Zhi's pajamas, and began kissing him from his earlobe down his body. Her tongue lingered on his chest, deftly circling his nipples and licking downwards. Her hands were also busy, pulling down Yang Zhi's pajama bottoms.
Tang Yuanyuan's tongue first slowly circled around the base of Yang Zhi's thighs, occasionally gently biting a small piece of flesh with her teeth, always eliciting a shiver.
However, she never touched his penis or scrotum, leaving Yang Zhi feeling a fire burning within him, yet unable to find the tinder to ignite it.
Slowly, Tang Yuanyuan's tongue moved between his legs. Tonight, Tang Yuanyuan was truly a seductive vixen, and Yang Zhi, trembling slightly, anticipated the contact between her tongue and his penis.
Finally, a wisp of warmth landed on his penis, and Yang Zhi seemed to relax with a sigh of relief. His tongue slowly licked from the base of his penis to the glans, like a tiny caterpillar gliding across it, leaving a wet trail. Reaching the glans, he first gently pressed his tongue against it, deftly rotating it a couple of times, then took half of the glans into his mouth. Yang Zhi's penis involuntarily twitched twice with the movement of his tongue, as if searching for a source of warmth, wanting to immerse himself in it.
With each stroke of his tongue across his penis, Yang Zhi felt his desire gradually building. The wet trail on his penis felt cool, and he unconsciously raised his hips, trying to push his penis into Tang Yuanyuan's mouth, but each time Tang Yuanyuan giggled and dodged him.
Just as Yang Zhi felt he was losing control and was about to press Tang Yuanyuan's head down to make her swallow his penis, his entire penis was suddenly enveloped by a warm, moist cavity. Tang Yuanyuan abruptly swallowed it all the way in, and the glans could clearly feel the narrowness of her throat, as well as the muscle contractions caused by the discomfort of the foreign object intruding.
After so much pent-up desire, this almost made Yang Zhi ejaculate.
Tang Yuanyuan rarely performed oral sex on Yang Zhi, and even when she did, she was only willing to hold his glans in her mouth. So, after swallowing the entire penis, she only stayed for two or three seconds before spitting it out, accompanied by a gagging sound.
A wave of pity welled up in Yang Zhi's heart. He realized that she wanted to make him happy tonight. Was it because of guilt?
No matter what, she still cared about him. Thinking this, Yang Zhi felt a little better. Just as he was about to turn over, Tang Yuanyuan pressed him down, took off her pajamas, and straddled his waist.
Although she had full breasts, her body was well-proportioned, not excessively voluptuous. Her waist was slender, and below her flat stomach was only a small tuft of pubic hair, not very thick. Below that, a thin slit appeared in the flat ground. Her labia minora and labia majora were not very dark in color, nor were they large, unlike many women in pornographic films whose labia were purplish-black and everted. Her vulva looked small, delicate, and clean, now glistening with moisture, presenting a lewd scene.
Grasping Yang Zhi's penis, Tang Yuanyuan aimed it at her genitals and slowly sat down. They both preferred this slow entry method, as they could feel each other gradually merging into one.
With a slow thrust, Tang Yuanyuan sat all the way down, their joined genitals connected only by a patch of pubic hair.
Tang Yuanyuan let out a satisfied moan, paused briefly, and then began to move on top of him. The pace was still slow, but from her heavy breathing and the puddle of moisture on her pubic hair, Yang Zhi knew that the woman was aroused.
The panting grew heavier, the moans louder, and Tang Yuanyuan gradually increased the speed of her thrusting, her buttocks slapping against Yang Zhi's lower abdomen, the sounds of which seemed to blend together.
Suddenly, an image flashed through Yang Zhi's mind:
the middle-aged man lying there like himself, Tang Yuanyuan sitting on his waist, thrusting wildly. Each time Tang Yuanyuan lifted her hips, her exposed penis was covered in vaginal fluid, and when she sat down completely, the fluid seemed to be squeezed out.
This image brought Yang Zhi endless humiliation, and for some reason, a surge of anger ignited within him. He felt an urge to vent, to vent fiercely.
Suddenly, he grabbed Tang Yuanyuan and abruptly rolled her over, placing her legs on his shoulders, pressing forward until her entire buttocks were off the mattress. His penis plunged deep into her vagina, each time fully inside, slamming her buttocks heavily onto the mattress, then quickly withdrawing before thrusting in again, as if the person opposite him wasn't his wife but his enemy.
"Bitch—" Yang Zhi growled in a low voice.
Tang Yuanyuan was also dizzy from Yang Zhi's fierce onslaught, pleasure filling her entire body, as if her body was about to explode at any moment. Tang Yuanyuan couldn't help but cry out, "Oh, oh... I'm about to explode." Then, with strength from who knows where, she bit down on Yang Zhi's shoulder. This bite seemed to be the best aphrodisiac, and Yang Zhi's semen, which was about to ejaculate, found an outlet at this moment. His penis throbbed violently inside her, shooting the white semen deep into her body.
The two of them lay limp on the bed like dead snakes, panting heavily. Yang Zhi kept asking himself, why was this the most satisfying time we'd ever had? Did I fucking like being cuckolded?
Tang Yuanyuan hugged Yang Zhi tightly, "Husband, I love you so much."
Sex, Lies, Videotape Chapter Two.
Yang Zhi spent almost the entire night in a nightmare. He got up at 5 a.m. the next day, feeling exhausted. He hadn't exercised in years, but today, for the first time in ages, he went for a run in the neighborhood, which made him feel a little better.
He arrived at the company at 7:30 a.m., but the door wasn't open yet. Standing at the entrance, he ran into another colleague—Wu Xiaoyue—who was also waiting for the door to open.
"Good morning," Yang Zhi greeted her.
"Yeah, good morning," Wu Xiaoyue replied listlessly.
"Why are you here so early? You need to rest more before your wedding. That day is the most beautiful time of a girl's life. Prepare carefully." Everyone in the company knew that Wu Xiaoyue was getting married recently.
"Mm," Wu Xiaoyue replied with a single syllable.
Yang Zhi fell silent. He used to be the most talkative person at the company, always joking around with colleagues. Some female colleagues liked to be around him because he was kind and caring.
Perhaps it was for this reason that the company thought he was too immature and unsuitable for leadership, so he stayed as a salesman for four years.
"Manager Yang, I want to ask you a question," Wu Xiaoyue broke the silence.
"What is it?" "When you bought your house for your wedding, did your wife's family need to contribute some money?" "Well, how should I put it? I didn't ask my wife's family to contribute. If their financial situation is good, they can contribute a little." "I see." "You're not going to argue with your boyfriend about this, are you? That's not worth it. You're almost married, everything can be discussed and resolved." "Okay, thank you."
Yang Zhi couldn't concentrate on work all morning. In the afternoon, he lied and said he was going to visit a client, left the company, took a taxi home, and turned on his home computer.
After a morning of contemplation, he decided to investigate this matter thoroughly. First, he needed to find clues, and the easiest way was to check his home computer for any leads. His wife worked as an accountant and often brought things home in the evenings to process on the computer. She also kept QQ running while working, sometimes chatting with others. He hadn't paid much attention before, but now, thinking back, he realized he might find some clues.
Not knowing his wife's QQ password, he downloaded a QQ chat history viewer. Selecting his wife's QQ account, he saw a list of all her contacts.
He read through each message, spending over an hour. Most people had very few messages, except for one from someone named "Floating Wind," whose messages were extensive. His wife called him Manager Liu, and many of the messages were business guidance for her. His wife had mentioned that their finance manager's surname was Liu, and he seemed to be middle-aged. She often said that Manager Liu was a good person and took good care of her; when she first joined the company, he even covered up a work mistake she made.
This was someone to watch out for. Yang Zhi jotted down the name "Manager Liu" in his notebook, then logged into his QQ account and checked his wife's blog. It hadn't been updated in a long time. Closing the notebook, Yang Zhi breathed a deep sigh of relief; at least he'd found a clue today.
That evening, when his wife returned home, Yang Zhi had prepared a table full of food, prompting Tang Yuanyuan to praise her husband. During dinner, Yang Zhi asked, "How's work lately?" "Pretty good. Our Manager Liu praised me a lot, saying he's going to talk to the boss about giving me a raise." The woman's face clearly showed her pride.
"Hehe, that's great. I'm a salesman, it's not a one-day job. If I get fired one day, my dear wife will support me. I'm so happy." Manager Liu again; their relationship must be quite special, Yang Zhi thought with a cold smile.
"You're my husband, if I don't support you, who will? If I ever lose my job, you'll support me too." The woman smiled sweetly at the praise.
"By the way, how old is your Manager Liu? If he's nearing retirement, you should put on a good show, haha, and he might recommend you for the finance manager position. That would be great, and our standard of living would improve dramatically." Yang Zhi subtly probed.
"Becoming a finance manager only adds a little over a thousand yuan. Can you really say our standard of living will improve dramatically?" The woman laughed even more heartily.
"That's still much better than now. At least you won't feel bad about the clothes and jewelry you bought yesterday." "Dream on! I'm only in my early twenties. Who would let a little kid like me be a finance manager? Besides, Manager Liu is only in his thirties. How many years would that be? By then, our kids would probably be working." "Oh." Having gotten the information he wanted, Yang Zhi lost interest in the conversation.
"Why are you back so early today? Did you close another deal? My husband is so amazing!" "No, I just feel too tired." "Really? You were tired last night too." Tang Yuanyuan's eyes were fixed on Yang Zhi, as if a layer of mist was reflecting light within them.
"You vixen, no wonder I felt so tired today, it turns out it's because of your yang-tonifying-yin-tonifying technique." "So, do you still want to yang-tonifying-yin-tonifying? If you want it, just say so. How am I supposed to know you want it if you don't tell me?" The couple both loved Stephen Chow.
Recalling last night's battle, Yang Zhi still savored the memory. It was the most passionate and enjoyable time they'd had since they started dating and got married, and his lower body involuntarily hardened.
"You little vixen who specializes in seducing men." Yang Zhi's eyes blazed with fire. He reached out and pulled Tang Yuanyuan to his side, lifted her little sundress, and pulled her panties aside. His monstrous penis, like a prehistoric beast, plunged into Tang Yuanyuan's vagina. Surprisingly, her vagina didn't feel dry at all, as if it had been prepared with lubrication, knowing all along that this was going to happen.
"Ah!" Lying on the dining table, Tang Yuanyuan's head was thrown back as if someone had grabbed her by the neck. Her body leaned backward, and Yang Zhi, like a machine, kept thrusting his hips, only knowing to penetrate again and again.
His eyes were fixed on their joined genitals. The thrusting of his penis brought him immense sensory stimulation. Tang Yuanyuan's labia were small to begin with, but with each vigorous thrust, they were pulled everted, the pink flesh further fueling Yang Zhi's lust.
With her panties pulled down, her small anus was exposed to the air, and with each of Yang Zhi's thrusts, it twitched slightly. Tang Yuanyuan's orgasm came quickly; she cried out and collapsed onto the table, panting heavily, her anus convulsing.
Yang Zhi continued thrusting, and Tang Yuanyuan's panting gradually turned into moans of "uh, uh." Women truly had a natural advantage over men; she was already ready to go again so quickly. Yang Zhi suddenly felt a pang of unease.
The small chrysanthemum in front of Yang Zhi became clearer and clearer, seemingly enticing him to violate it. Yang Zhi had always harbored a hidden desire to try anal sex, but he had never mentioned it to Tang Yuanyuan. In his memory, Tang Yuanyuan was a rather conservative girl; in bed, she only moaned and rarely spoke, let alone swore. This had kept Yang Zhi
's desire buried deep within him. The chrysanthemum's attraction to Yang Zhi grew stronger; looking at it seemed to arouse his lust even more. He put his middle finger in his mouth, moistened it with saliva, and placed it beside the chrysanthemum, slowing his movements to allow him to gently caress it.
Just as Tang Yuanyuan seemed to be approaching another climax, her body trembled when his finger touched her chrysanthemum. She involuntarily moved forward slightly, and the penis sprang out of her vagina with a "pop," seemingly vibrating a few times in the air.
"No," Tang Yuanyuan turned her head.
"I'm just touching it." Tang Yuanyuan fell silent, so the penis entered her again, the middle finger still lingering on her anus, but this time Tang Yuanyuan's moans were much quieter.
Yang Zhi stared at her anus, becoming increasingly excited. Touching it was no longer enough to satisfy his desire; his eyes were only on this one anus. He put his middle finger in his mouth, moistened it with saliva
, and placed it on her anus. Just when Tang Yuanyuan thought Yang Zhi was going to touch her anus as before, the middle finger, lubricated by the saliva, began to penetrate. The middle finger seemed to enter a magical space, surrounded by warm, tightly folded flesh, without a single gap. She could feel the flesh folds writhing as the foreign object entered, as if trying to envelop it more tightly, melt it, or expel it.
Tang Yuanyuan was stimulated and lunged forward. Fortunately, the dining table cushioned her fall, and both the middle finger and penis were pulled out. The penis was ejaculating semen, which dripped onto the ground.
Yang Zhi reached climax the moment his fingers tapped the key, his penis throbbing uncontrollably, as if he were prematurely exhausting his remaining semen.
"It's uncomfortable," Tang Yuanyuan said, clutching her anus, her eyes seemingly glistening with tears, whether from feeling humiliated or from the sheer pain of anal sex.
Yang Zhi silently fetched some tissues, cleaned Tang Yuanyuan's genitals, then cleaned himself, and lit a cigarette.
The atmosphere became awkward for a moment. Seemingly unable to bear the tension, Tang Yuanyuan said softly, "I'll tidy up," and went to take the leftover food from the table to the kitchen, starting to busy herself.
"What's wrong with me?" Yang Zhi asked himself, smoking a cigarette.
Just now, as he looked at Tang Yuanyuan's anus and touched it, he became increasingly excited. The moment his middle finger entered, he uncontrollably erupted, experiencing an orgasm even more intense than last night's. He felt the pleasure wasn't from vaginal penetration, but from anal penetration. "
I'm a pervert," Yang Zhi thought silently.
Although he had such desires before, he had kept them hidden out of consideration for Tang Yuanyuan's feelings, so the feeling wasn't so strong. Only tonight, when he could finally do it, did he realize that his mind was a little twisted, that he liked this kind of thing.
He used to experience pleasure during sex with Tang Yuanyuan, though not as intense as tonight. He could still orgasm and ejaculate. Tonight, however, no amount of friction seemed to bring him to climax. Only when he entered Tang Yuanyuan's untouched anus and saw her slightly pained expression could his desire be released.
Was normal sex no longer attractive? No, it was because this bitch's cunt was no longer pure, it was rotten, it had been used by others. Only her asshole was new, mine, mine alone. He only felt excited when using his own things, Yang Zhi thought angrily.
Sex, Lies, Videotape Chapter 3.
The next few days yielded no results, which annoyed Yang Zhi. He knew she was having an affair but couldn't catch her in the act. He had to watch Tang Yuanyuan portray a virtuous wife in front of him, and he had to cooperate, pretending to be loving and affectionate. This made Yang Zhi feel like he wasn't a man.
Tang Yuanyuan came home from work on time every night to prepare dinner for Yang Zhi, but these past few days, they hadn't had sex. It seemed neither of them had any passion.
Yang Zhi felt that if things continued this way, it would be difficult to find evidence of his wife's infidelity. The chances of bumping into her like that day at the mall were too slim. He couldn't possibly spy on her at her workplace during the day; even the most brainless person wouldn't reveal anything about their affair in broad daylight in the office. Besides, his presence at their company would alert his wife, and he couldn't afford to waste time; he also had to go to work. So, one evening, when his wife was using the home computer to handle work matters, a fight broke out between them. Yang Zhi accused Tang Yuanyuan of doing these things at home, yelling
, "The computer isn't just yours! I need to use it too!" Tang Yuanyuan just kept crying, "How did I end up with a man like you?" "Then you can choose not to be with me," Yang Zhi retorted without backing down. As a result, his wife never did any work-related tasks at home anymore, often coming home late from work. This perfectly suited Yang Zhi's plan: to create opportunities for the two to meet so he could catch them in the act without missing work. "I'm a genius! If I catch you, I'll tear you to pieces!" Yang Zhi thought viciously. Whenever his wife called Yang Zhi to say she was working overtime that night, he would sneak out of her office building in a taxi to see when she would come out. As soon as she boarded the bus, he would immediately take a taxi home before she did. Several times he had seen his wife walking down the office building with that Manager Liu, chatting and laughing—yes, the middle-aged man he had seen at the mall. But after they left, they always went home separately, leaving him no way to catch them in the act. However, Yang Zhi was certain that his wife was happy when she was with that man, because her smile was as radiant as when they were dating. The lack of sex for several days left Yang Zhi feeling very stifled. Tang Yuanyuan wasn't working overtime that night and came home early. After dinner, they lay in bed. Tang Yuanyuan looked at accounting books, while Yang Zhi stared blankly at the ceiling, silent. They used to chat, talking about their day at work and dreaming about the future. Tang Yuanyuan especially loved reminiscing about their courtship. But since that computer incident, they hadn't had any. Yang Zhi felt that if he didn't have sex again, his semen would explode, so he reached his hand inside Tang Yuanyuan's skirt and touched her genitals through her panties. Tang Yuanyuan frowned slightly and continued reading her book. Yang Zhi grabbed one of Tang Yuanyuan's hands and pressed it against his own panties, where his penis was already erect. "I don't want to tonight," Tang Yuanyuan said softly. Yang Zhi suddenly became furious: "You don't want to? I still want to, it's my right, it's your obligation, understand?" Tang Yuanyuan had no choice but to put down her book: "Yang Zhi, how can you do this? Can't you just talk to me properly?" "What did I do? I'm just asking for my right." "If you insist on asking for your right, then please." Tang Yuanyuan took off her sundress and panties, spread her body out in a stark position, and stared intently at Yang Zhi. Tang Yuanyuan's attitude further displeased Yang Zhi; it was clearly sarcastic. Burning with anger and lust, Yang Zhi roughly flipped Tang Yuanyuan over, spreading her buttocks. Her dark red anus contracted nervously. He smeared some saliva on his finger and slowly inserted it into Tang Yuanyuan's anus. The tightness inside made it difficult for his finger to move forward, and Tang Yuanyuan let out a soft moan of pain. Completely ignoring Tang Yuanyuan's pain, Yang Zhi inserted a second finger. The expansion of the two fingers deformed her anus, making it lose its original small and cute appearance. Yang Zhi gently stirred his fingers inside, immediately causing a strong contraction. Through the membrane, he could almost feel the vagina contracting in the same way. He pulled down his underwear, exposing his erect penis to the air, ugly yet powerful. He spat on his palm, smeared it on his penis, and pressed it against Tang Yuanyuan's anus. Yang Zhi began to slowly push it in. Tang Yuanyuan bit her lip tightly, remaining motionless and uncooperative with Yang Zhi. "Are you fucking a corpse? Can't you move an inch or make a sound?" The immense external pressure caused her anus to sag inwards, as if being forced back into her body by the glans. After reaching its deepest point, a small opening finally appeared. Once the opening appeared, the entire glans sank in, and the anal sphincter, relieved of pressure, quickly returned to its original position, scraping tightly against the glans, sending a tingling sensation up Yang Zhi's spine. The rectum was warmer than the vagina, and although it lacked the vaginal lubrication, it was tighter and narrower. The anal sphincter was precisely wedged within the coronal sulcus, constricting tightly as if about to snap. Tang Yuanyuan's face flushed crimson, and her body writhed uneasily. Yang Zhi slapped her snow-white buttocks, leaving five red finger marks. Spitting again into his palm, Yang Zhi smeared the exposed part of his penis and began pushing deeper into his rectum. The tightly closed tender flesh at the front was pushed aside by the glans, finally leaving a narrow passage for the rest of the penis, which slid in deeply. His anus was swollen to its limit; the deep folds seemed to have been smoothed out, and the color had lightened considerably. A penis covered with veins like earthworms was thrust hard inside. Finally achieving his goal, Yang Zhi stared at the scene, slightly stunned. What a brutal and lewd sight! His anus contracted uneasily, and waves of sensation emanated from his penis, which throbbed restlessly, yet was held firmly by the narrow rectum. Swallowing hard, Yang Zhi began to thrust. Although each forward and backward movement was difficult, it brought him a very different feeling:

Each thrust required pushing aside layers of anal flesh, and each retreat felt fine flesh scraping against the sensitive ridge of his glans. Yang Zhi felt as if each thrust might be the last of his anal intercourse, because each thrust sent a tingling, numb sensation through his lower back, as if he were about to ejaculate.
Suppressing the urge to ejaculate, Yang Zhi inserted his finger into the vagina, which was only separated by a thin membrane. Tang Yuanyuan finally let out a soft "hmm," a mixture of pain and pleasure.
Yang Zhi withdrew his finger, increasing the amplitude and speed of his thrusts, inserting it fully each time, pulling the anal ring inwards, and pulling it out forcefully as he withdrew. The ring seemed to be detached from his body, tightly wrapping around his penis, and gradually, streaks of blood appeared on it.
Finally, with a deep, muffled growl, Yang Zhi tightly embraced Tang Yuanyuan's waist, pressing himself against her back. The intense pleasure of ejaculation made him gasp for breath, his mouth agape like a fish out of water, opening and closing rhythmically.
His penis soon softened, withdrawing from her anus, hanging like an ugly worm from his lower body. A milky white fluid slowly seeped from her anus, mixing with the red fluid from her chrysanthemum, creating a disgusting color.
Tang Yuanyuan loosened her clenched teeth, leaving a row of teeth marks on her lips, faintly tinged with blood. Without glancing at Yang Zhi, she grabbed some toilet paper to wipe herself, stood up, and walked naked towards the bathroom. A moment later, the sound of running water could be heard from inside.
Yang Zhi was still panting, the intense pleasure of ejaculation making him dizzy. Only one thought kept replaying in his mind:
This bitch's anus is still clean; from now on, I'll only fuck this bitch's anus.
The sound of running water in the bathroom continued for a long time. When Tang Yuanyuan returned to the bedroom, Yang Zhi was already asleep.
She curled up tightly, tears streaming uncontrollably from her eyes, trying to suppress her sobs.
Yang Zhi, standing beside her, suddenly stiffened, his hands clenching into fists: "You bitch, why are you seeing other men behind my back?"
After their last real anal sex encounter, Yang Zhi had become addicted to the feeling, so he had sex with Tang Yuanyuan almost twice a week, never through the front door.
Tang Yuanyuan remained silent during each anal sex session, cleaning herself afterward and showering.
Yang Zhi's investigation continued, but without any leads. His constant mental lapses significantly impacted his work; his previously excellent performance resulted in two consecutive months of substandard results. Company leaders had already spoken to him, hoping he would set a good example for the new employees.
The company's criticism led many employees to distance themselves from him, except for Wu Xiaoyue, who remained close to him.
Because of their conversation while waiting for the company to open, Yang Zhi suspected that Wu Xiaoyue and her boyfriend had a conflict over the down payment for their house. Whether it was because he was under a lot of pressure and wanted to talk to someone to relieve it, or because he wanted to see someone else's misfortune to mask his own, Yang Zhi inexplicably asked Wu Xiaoyue to have dinner with him after work one day.
Wu Xiaoyue was a girl from the countryside who had exhausted her family's savings on university. She had a boyfriend in college, and their relationship was good; his family was also relatively well-off.
Now, with their upcoming wedding and house purchase, for some reason, her boyfriend asked her family to contribute to the down payment. However, she understood her family's situation and didn't want to ask for it.
Wu Xiaoyue had no friends to confide in in the city and felt very bitter. Yang Zhi was usually very caring, so Wu Xiaoyue unknowingly poured out all her troubles to him. The two became much closer. Previously, Yang Zhi usually ate at the company cafeteria, but now they often went out to eat together. In
Chapter Four of "Sex, Lies, and Videotapes,"
Yang Zhi sensed from his interactions with Wu Xiaoyue that she was a very rational and strong girl. Before confiding in him, Wu Xiaoyue had kept her bitterness buried deep inside. Although she was dissatisfied with her boyfriend's somewhat excessive request, she still loved him and never considered breaking up with him because of these things.
Yang Zhi admired such a strong girl and actively offered her advice, suggesting she borrow some money from her classmates. He even lent her some of his own savings. Her boyfriend didn't ask for much more, and they finally managed to raise the money a few days before their wedding.
To thank Yang Zhi, Wu Xiaoyue specially invited him to dinner.
After dinner, Wu Xiaoyue prepared to return to her residence. Yang Zhi glanced at his watch: "It's still early. I feel bad letting you treat me to dinner tonight. How about I treat you to karaoke instead?" Wu Xiaoyue hesitated for a moment, then nodded.
Inside the private room, Wu Xiaoyue and Yang Zhi sang one song after another. Both had good voices, and towards the end, a sense of mutual appreciation crept in. Yang Zhi ordered Jackie Chan's "Drunken Fist," then suddenly remembered something: "Right, what's a Drunken Fist performance without alcohol? Let's get some beer, it's also a way of congratulating you on your upcoming wedding." After the beer arrived, they sang less, frequently raising their glasses. The dim, flickering light in the room shone on their faces, mingling with the flushed cheeks from the alcohol, creating a warm yet ambiguous atmosphere.
Yang Zhi and Wu Xiaoyue downed another drink. Yang Zhi drank quickly, putting down his glass, while Wu Xiaoyue continued drinking with her head tilted back, her long neck arched backward, revealing a patch of skin at her neckline that had turned from fair to pink. Her breasts, firm and round, were perfectly displayed due to her lifted chest. Yang Zhi felt his Adam's apple bob, and he swallowed hard.
Wu Xiaoyue put down her glass and saw Yang Zhi staring intently at her. Her face flushed slightly, and she said with a hint of reproach, "What are you looking at? Go home and see your wife." Yang Zhi quickly smiled, "No wonder people say the bride is the most beautiful. She's already so charming before the wedding day even begins. Your boyfriend is so lucky." "Stop being so cheeky. Your wife must be a rare beauty, and she must be equally stunning in public and in the kitchen. Otherwise, how could she have caught your eye?" Hearing this, Yang Zhi silently opened a bottle of beer and chugged it down.
When he tried to open a second bottle, Wu Xiaoyue snatched it away, saying, "You can't drink like that." Yang Zhi bent over, burying his face in his hands between his legs, his back heaving slightly, and suppressed sobs escaped from between his fingers.
Seeing Yang Zhi's pained expression, Wu Xiaoyue hesitated for a moment, then bent down and hugged him.
Yang Zhi seemed to have found a support, wrapping his arms around Wu Xiaoyue's waist and holding her tightly. Wu Xiaoyue felt as if her waist was about to break.
After a quiet embrace, Yang Zhi's sobs finally subsided, and he lifted his face, his eyes still moist.
Wu Xiaoyue suddenly felt a pang of heartache. What could possibly make a man so sorrowful? She lowered her head and gently kissed Yang Zhi's eyelids.
The previously ambiguous and warm atmosphere seemed to be tinged with lust by this kiss; the air itself seemed to become saturated. This kiss was like a spark thrown into oil, igniting a raging fire of desire within them.
Without warning, they cupped each other's faces and kissed passionately, their tongues clashing fiercely. Due to the intensity of their movements, the pain of their teeth touching each other's lips and tongues was no longer painful; any sensory stimulation became an aphrodisiac for them. The two entwined on the sofa like wild beasts.
Yang Zhi pulled open Wu Xiaoyue's top, pushing up her bra. Although her breasts were pressed down by the bra, they still displayed their proud firmness.
Yang Zhi gently bit down on that rosy nipple, and Wu Xiaoyue's chest thrust forward, a muffled "Mmm" seeming to linger in her throat.
Yang Zhi felt a tight grip on his lower body. Wu Xiaoyue had somehow slipped her hand inside his underwear, clutching his hot body so tightly that she seemed afraid he would fly away if she let go.
He ripped off Wu Xiaoyue's top, leaving her upper body naked. Stimulated by alcohol and aroused by lust, her fair skin was flushed pink, tempting Yang Zhi to violate her.
One hand squeezed one breast until it was deformed, while Yang Zhi gently bit the other, occasionally pulling the nipple outwards, eliciting a moan from Wu Xiaoyue.
Wu Xiaoyue pulled Yang Zhi's other hand to her lower body; Yang Zhi felt his underwear was wet.
Pulling his underwear aside, Yang Zhi pressed his fingers to her clitoris. Wu Xiaoyue stiffened instantly, pressing Yang Zhi's head against her chest.
Wu Xiaoyue pulled Yang Zhi's penis out of her underwear and began to masturbate rapidly, as if this would provide an outlet for her pent-up desire.
Yang Zhi got up and pressed Wu Xiaoyue down onto the sofa, her buttocks raised high. Kneeling behind her, he brought his mouth to her buttocks, enveloping her entire vulva.
Wu Xiaoyue's legs trembled slightly, as if she might collapse at any moment.
His tongue gently licked her labia, occasionally probing inside her vaginal canal. Although there was a slightly salty, unusual smell, Yang Zhi didn't find it unpleasant; on the contrary, he found even this strange smell stimulating.
Yang Zhi began to attack her clitoris. A flick of his tongue at the clitoris sent shivers down Wu Xiaoyue's spine. He peeled back the outer skin and gently bit down.
Wu Xiaoyue erupted, her suppressed moans turning into sobs. She collapsed onto the sofa, her body convulsing, a stream of fluid slowly flowing from her vulva.
Yang Zhi hugged Wu Xiaoyue from behind, pressing down on her. Wu Xiaoyue whispered, "Brother Yang, I feel so empty down there." Just as Yang Zhi was about to thrust into her from behind, Wu Xiaoyue turned around, looked at Yang Zhi, and said, "I want to face you." Yang Zhi smiled and thrust into Wu Xiaoyue's vagina from the front. It was already soaking wet inside, and his penis slid in effortlessly. Because of Yang Zhi's previous oral sex, her entire genitals and pubic hair were covered in saliva. After a while, both Yang Zhi and Wu Xiaoyue's pubic hair were covered in saliva, clinging tightly to their bodies.
During the thrusting, Wu Xiaoyue kept gritting her teeth to suppress her moans. Later, she simply grabbed her bag and bit down hard on one corner of it.
Just then, a voice came from outside the karaoke room: "We're in room 2014 of the Qian Gui Karaoke Room. Take a taxi and come straight up; we'll wait for you." Yang Zhi and Wu Xiaoyue exchanged a glance, realizing they were in a karaoke bar. Although it was relatively private, it was still a public place, and other customers could easily wander in if they went to the wrong room. A strange feeling stimulated them both. Yang Zhi seemed to be risking his life, thrusting with his last ounce of strength at a high frequency.
Finally, after a full penetration, Yang Zhi ejaculated against Wu Xiaoyue, feeling her vagina sucking and biting like a baby nursing.
After resting for a while, the two started to get dressed. Just as they finished, the door was pushed open, and a drunk man staggered in, squinting at them with his drunken eyes, repeatedly apologizing before leaving.
The two no longer felt like singing or drinking, and besides, it was already past midnight, so they left the karaoke bar.
Yang Zhi offered to take Wu Xiaoyue home, but she refused. She hailed a taxi herself, opened the door, and was about to get in when she suddenly turned around: "We both drank too much today. It was an accident, just this once."
Sitting in the back seat, Yang Zhi savored the intense sex he'd just had. It felt so good. Before marriage, he'd secretly frequented entertainment venues and even booked rooms with several online acquaintances. This time, the passion with Wu Xiaoyue reminded him of those respectable women; reliving the past felt wonderful.
He even suspected it wasn't just a fleeting moment of passion; judging from his previous behavior, it seemed his instincts had orchestrated everything. "Looks like even after marriage, I haven't lost my skills," he thought.
Back home, exhausted, Yang Zhi lay down on the bed without showering, his head spinning as he tried to fall asleep. Tang Yuanyuan, who seemed to be asleep, suddenly turned and hugged him.
"Honey, you went drinking tonight?" her voice was unusually gentle.
"Mm." "Want to take a shower? I'll scrub you." "I'm tired, I don't want to shower." Her response was indifferent.
Tang Yuanyuan fell silent, her hand caressing Yang Zhi's chest, moving slowly with boundless longing.
"Husband, let's make up, okay? You can tell me what I did wrong, and I'll change." Yang Zhi silently thought, "I can't change it.
" "If you like it from behind, I'll let you do it from behind from now on." "Let's not talk about this anymore, let's sleep." Yang Zhi was truly sleepy.
Tang Yuanyuan softly hummed in agreement.
In his dream, Yang Zhi seemed to return to that karaoke room, where Wu Xiaoyue, that vixen, was still waiting for him. Upon seeing him, this little vixen couldn't wait to undress him, taking his penis into her mouth before spitting it out, smiling seductively as she asked, "I didn't give you oral sex earlier, do you want to do it now?" "You're such a vixen, I not only want you to give me oral sex, I also want to fuck your anus." "As long as you can satisfy me, anything is your choice." "Then why don't you give me oral sex?" Yang Zhi pressed Wu Xiaoyue's head down to his crotch.
His penis was enveloped in the warmth of her mouth again. This vixen's oral sex skills were truly impressive. Yang Zhi felt his body growing hotter and hotter, and he reached out to take off his clothes. As
soon as he did, he felt a chill and woke up with a start. He realized he had accidentally pulled off the covers in his sleep.
But the warmth of his penis remained. In the darkness, a naked female body lay beneath him, her head bobbing up and down—it was Tang Yuanyuan giving him oral sex.
Perhaps the passion from his night with Wu Xiaoyue hadn't faded, but Tang Yuanyuan's oral sex felt incredibly pleasurable.
His penis swelled to its fullest extent, and Tang Yuanyuan seemed to sense it too. She gently climbed onto Yang Zhi's body, guiding his penis upwards and into her. His penis was covered in saliva, and with the lubrication of the saliva, it slid into a very tight vagina.
It was his anus; Yang Zhi could feel it.
Tang Yuanyuan grabbed Yang Zhi's hands and pressed them against her chest. She lowered her head and whispered in his ear, "Crush them." Yang Zhi gripped Tang Yuanyuan's large breasts tightly, but because they were so big, he couldn't hold them all; much of the slippery flesh slipped through his fingers.
Tang Yuanyuan cried out in pain and excitement, her hips beginning to move up and down.
Because they had already done it once the night before, Yang Zhi felt a slow climax. Tang Yuanyuan rode him like a knight, her wanton moans echoing in the quiet night.
Seemingly exhausted, Tang Yuanyuan lay on Yang Zhi's chest, her anus slowly grinding against his penis, one hand pinching one of his nipples, her teeth gently biting the other. She
was indeed his wife; she knew his sensitive spots very well.
Tang Yuanyuan's initiative saved him a lot of energy, and the negative effects of his battle with Wu Xiaoyue the night before didn't manifest. He could still hold Tang Yuanyuan's buttocks and launch a final thrust, letting out a muffled groan as he ejaculated a small amount of semen.
The final sprint brought Tang Yuanyuan to orgasm. She lay on top of Yang Zhi, moaning and panting. This was the first time she had reached orgasm during anal sex with Yang Zhi…
Tang Yuanyuan rolled over, grabbed some tissues to clean herself and Yang Zhi, then hugged him tightly, using one of his arms as a pillow, nestling in his arms like a little bird. Tang Yuanyuan
was acting very strangely tonight, actively arousing him, initiating anal sex, and even reaching orgasm through it. What did all this abnormality mean? Yang Zhi spent the entire night pondering this question.

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Sex, Lies, Videotape,
Chapter A few days after his one-night stand with Wu Xiaoyue, Yang Zhi attended her wedding. The groom was a handsome young man, standing beside Wu Xiaoyue, the two smiling happily.
"Just a slut, what's so funny?" Yang Zhi thought
to himself, looking at the young man's silly smile. Tang Yuanyuan treated him better and better, taking meticulous care of him. Almost every other day, she would pester Yang Zhi to have sex, her passion burning. Anal sex became their regular activity.
Tang Yuanyuan became increasingly interested in anal sex, only occasionally, when Yang Zhi was completely absorbed, would Tang Yuanyuan insert her penis into her vagina, slowly entering and slowly moving it, in the way they used to make love.
Yang Zhi grew increasingly suspicious. Tang Yuanyuan had completely revealed her lewd nature, and he couldn't believe there was nothing wrong with her. Every time he worked overtime, Yang Zhi would keep an eye on her. Although they often went downstairs together and chatted intimately, they never went out together. He couldn't find any evidence to gather. Yang Zhi didn't know where the problem lay.
Wu Xiaoyue exuded an amazing charm after marriage, at least in Yang Zhi's eyes. Seeing her radiant in the office every day, Yang Zhi instinctively thought it was because of a fulfilling married life. In contrast, although Tang Yuanyuan's passion always moved him, he felt disgusted afterward, as if he had been tainted by something impure.
One afternoon, after having lunch out, Yang Zhi sent Wu Xiaoyue a text message: "I lost control last time, I'm sorry. I want us to talk face-to-face to avoid awkwardness later."
Since the karaoke incident, Wu Xiaoyue had rarely contacted Yang Zhi. He often ate lunch out instead of ordering from the company, and Wu Xiaoyue never ate with him. When
Yang Zhi tried to talk to her at the company, she rarely answered, or only responded with a few simple interjections, making him feel embarrassed. However, with so many people in the company, he couldn't say anything.
Soon, his phone vibrated: "What's there to talk about? The past is the past. I don't want you to dwell on it." "I sincerely apologize. I have a wife, and I won't cling to you. It won't do my family any good. I just wanted to explain." Yang Zhi replied quickly.
"Where are you?"
Not long after, Wu Xiaoyue appeared. Her white dress seemed tailor-made for her, highlighting her beautiful figure.
Yang Zhi tried his best not to look at her body and said to Wu Xiaoyue, "Let's find a place to sit down. We can't talk about this in the middle of the street." Wu Xiaoyue nodded, and the two strolled around, passing several teahouses but not going in. Finally, they arrived at a small hotel, and Yang Zhi pointed to it: "This is fine."
Wu Xiaoyue looked at Yang Zhi angrily: "I never thought you were this kind of person. I was so blind before, deceived by your appearance, thinking you were a kind person. I just got married, and my husband and I love each other very much. I have no feelings for you at all. I hope you won't mess up my life."
The words "just got married" made Yang Zhi's mind blaze with anger. You just got married? I've only been married for seven months, and that slut has already betrayed me. Why can't I have some fun with a newlywed woman? Pretending to be innocent, huh? You bitches, you're all pretending to be innocent, you're all fucking sluts.
Yang Zhi grabbed Wu Xiaoyue's arm and dragged her into the hotel: "Don't fucking try to call for help or the police. I recorded it on my phone last time. You just got married, don't you want your husband to hear those recordings too? If you do, just call for help." Wu Xiaoyue, who had been struggling desperately, softened upon hearing this. Taking advantage of her slightly dazed state, Yang Zhi quickly opened the room, grabbed the key, and pulled the staggering Wu Xiaoyue into the room. He then turned around and slammed the door shut.
The loud bang startled Wu Xiaoyue awake. Looking around, she realized she had entered a dangerous situation, and her panicked expression gradually calmed down.
"Yang Zhi, do you think you can control me like this forever? Think it over carefully. It's not good for either of us. You released the phone recording. My husband will find out, and our family will break up. Do you think your wife won't divorce you after she finds out? Do you think she'll forgive you after you've been playing around with other women?" "Don't mention that bitch to me. I don't care about that slut at all. Divorce, huh? I'm still looking for evidence to divorce her." Yang Zhi roared.
Wu Xiaoyue grabbed her bag and tried to rush towards the door, but Yang Zhi grabbed her arm and threw her heavily onto the bed. The soft mattress bounced Wu Xiaoyue's body twice.
Yang Zhi lunged forward to tear off Wu Xiaoyue's clothes. Wu Xiaoyue turned around and glared at Yang Zhi fiercely: "If you don't want this to get out, you'd better not tear your clothes." Yang Zhi was stunned for a moment. A terrifying yet rational woman.
Although he didn't tear them, Yang Zhi vented his anger by taking off Wu Xiaoyue's clothes, forcefully pulling the dress off her head.
Wu Xiaoyue was now only wearing three points of clothing. The dim lighting in the karaoke room had prevented Yang Zhi from seeing her body clearly last time. Although the red marks from his earlier dragging still lingered on her arms, marring her beauty, the rest of her body was as white and delicate as milk, unlike a girl from the countryside. "
I spent all my family's money to raise her, and she's still just a whore, still letting me ride her," Yang Zhi thought coldly.
While not as large as Tang Yuanyuan's breasts, Wu Xiaoyue's breasts possessed a different kind of beauty—firm and slightly upturned. Even lying flat, even protected by her bra, Yang Zhi could still feel the slight curve.
He removed Wu Xiaoyue's bra and pinched a small clitoris between two fingers. No matter how unwilling she was, the clitoris hardened between Yang Zhi's fingers. He
pinched, squeezed, lifted, and pressed, doing as he pleased.
Wu Xiaoyue's face flushed slightly, but she remained silent.
Yang Zhi pulled down Wu Xiaoyue's panties and bent down, about to kiss her genitals, when Wu Xiaoyue coldly said, "You just want to vent, right? You don't need to fawn over me." "I'll do whatever I want with you." "You'll regret what happened today." Yang Zhi chuckled, "I'm never threatened by women. Since you want me to be rough, I'd be doing you a disservice if I wasn't." He pulled off his own clothes, placed the head of his penis on Wu Xiaoyue's vulva, and with a powerful thrust, his entire penis slid in.
Wu Xiaoyue cried out, "Ah!"
Yang Zhi knew it hurt; her vagina wasn't very lubricated, it was a little dry, and Yang Zhi felt a throbbing pain in his glans.
Without any tenderness, Yang Zhi thrust his penis violently, even though it hurt him too.
Wu Xiaoyue bit her lip tightly, her face contorted with pain.
"What a strong woman," Yang Zhi thought.
This sexual intercourse unfolded between two people who hated each other. Due to primal human nature, regardless of Wu Xiaoyue's wishes, her vulva secreted more and more lubrication after a period of thrusting, making Yang Zhi's penis covered in moisture. Each time he withdrew, the shaft of his penis was shiny and radiated a lewd sheen.
This woman's body was naturally sensitive; she was exceptional—that was Yang Zhi's conclusion.
Aroused, Wu Xiaoyue gripped the sheets tightly, trying to stifle a sound. Judging from her trembling body and the strength of her grip, Yang Zhi judged that she was nearing orgasm.
Yang Zhi felt a surge of smugness. Women are all born wanton; virtuous women simply haven't met the right person to conquer them.
But why did Tang Yuanyuan betray me? Wasn't my sexual prowess enough to satisfy you?
As Wu Xiaoyue drew closer to climax, Yang Zhi, with mixed feelings, suddenly stopped thrusting, leaned down, and whispered in her ear, "I'm better than your husband, right?" Wu Xiaoyue's dazed eyes cleared, and she looked at Yang Zhi as if he were a demon: "You're a beast." "Beasts have strong sexual abilities, otherwise why are there so many bestiality videos? Women all like beasts. I'm a beast, bigger than your husband's penis, harder than your husband, and I can bring you more pleasure than your husband." Yang Zhi suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest, and his body was propelled backward by a strong force, crashing heavily off the bed onto the floor, kneeling on both knees.
Yang Zhi's words deeply aroused Wu Xiaoyue. Suddenly, she slammed her knees into Yang Zhi's chest, pushing him outward. While Yang Zhi was still kneeling on the floor, swaying and unable to get up, she grabbed her underwear and dress, hurriedly put them on, opened the door, and ran out.
After a moment of dizziness passed, Yang Zhi slowly got up and closed the door.
Reaching into his pocket, Yang Zhi pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and grinned menacingly. He then took out his phone from another pocket, tapped it a few times, and a recording played. Listening closely, it was the conversation from the room earlier, continuing until a loud "thud" of something hitting the ground. Yang Zhi stopped the playback. "
This little bitch is so easy to fool. Last time the passion came suddenly, she wasn't prepared at all. This time she actually recorded it. Although there's no moaning from Wu Xiaoyue, it's clear what they were doing.
" Yang Zhi looked at his still-erect penis and chuckled, "You're really resilient. I was already dizzy, but you weren't." Wu Xiaoyue is quite something, really. Yang Zhi smacked his lips, as if savoring the memory. Her skin was fair, her body sensitive; she could even reach orgasm under these circumstances.
It seems she really has the potential for daytime debauchery. Maybe daytime sex would be even more stimulating for her.
Yang Zhi's expression suddenly stiffened, muttering, "Daytime—daytime—daytime."
He slapped his forehead abruptly: "I know where the problem lies, Tang Yuanyuan, you bitch, you just wait."
Chapter Six: Sex, Lies, Videotape.
Returning to the company in the afternoon, Yang Zhi didn't see Wu Xiaoyue, which relieved him.
The madness of midday still terrified him. Yang Zhi knew himself well; he didn't have the potential for great evil. Deep down, he was a cowardly man.
He had resentment about not being promoted for so many years, but he didn't dare tell the boss. He enjoyed the new salespeople's fawning over him, the way they called him "Manager Yang" when they invited him to lunch behind his back, the obsequiousness they showed him when they followed him to clients. If the deal fell through, he would lose all of this.
But in that instant, his mind was completely possessed by demons. He resented others' happiness, he resented others' love.
Wu Xiaoyue's distorted expression flashed before his eyes, and Yang Zhi felt a sudden pang of fear. What was there to be afraid of? He had the recording tape. If Wu Xiaoyue dared to call the police, she wouldn't have a good ending either.
Tang Yuanyuan called him when he was leaving work, saying he had to work overtime that night.
"I also have a business dinner tonight," Yang Zhi replied.
The outcome was fast approaching, and Yang Zhi didn't want to go home so early. He wanted some peace and quiet, so he found a small, secluded local restaurant, ordered two dishes and four bottles of beer, and tried to calm himself down.
Around nine o'clock, Yang Zhi was the only customer left in the restaurant. Just as he was about to open the last bottle, two tall men walked in and sat opposite him, their faces menacing.
One of the men glanced at Yang Zhi sideways: "You're fucking relaxed. We've been following you since you got off work, buddy, you're having a good time drinking." Yang Zhi knew trouble was brewing; Wu Xiaoyue's retaliation had come so quickly.
"Hey buddy, we don't want to make a big deal out of this, but we've been asked to borrow your phone." Yang Zhi gripped his phone tightly in his pocket, forcing a smile. "I don't know either of you, and I forgot my phone in the office." "Heh heh, if you won't listen to reason, you'll have
to suffer the consequences." One man grabbed Yang Zhi's arm and pulled him close, while the other began searching him. Yang Zhi screamed for help, and the man searching him slapped him across the face. The middle-aged proprietress, hearing the commotion, rushed over from the back room. Just as she was about to speak, a man yelled menacingly at her, "If you want to do business peacefully here, don't meddle in other people's business." Her clenched hand was pried open, and the man threw the phone into his full glass of wine, then took it out and smashed it on the ground, stomping on it several times until it was a pile of broken parts.
A man slapped him again, cursing, "Damn it, you only behave after a couple of slaps." The two men walked away, and Yang Zhi silently took out his money to pay the bill. "No need, don't mess with those people again," the proprietress said, looking at Yang Zhi with pity.
Yang Zhi walked out of the small restaurant in a daze, ashamed of his cowardice, afraid to see the proprietress's pitying gaze.
The next day, Wu Xiaoyue submitted her resignation. Because of her excellent abilities, the general manager talked to her for two hours, but Wu Xiaoyue insisted on resigning.
Yang Zhi saw Wu Xiaoyue, lied to the manager about meeting a client, and fled the company.
Wandering around until noon, Yang Zhi took a taxi to Tang Yuanyuan's company building and sat inside, staring at the exit.
Around noon, Manager Liu came out of the gate, hailed a taxi, and disappeared.
At 12:30, Tang Yuanyuan left the company building and strolled slowly along the street. Yang Zhi had a taxi follow her at a distance. She went into several clothing stores, stopping for a minute or two at each before leaving. After walking about a few hundred meters from the company, Tang Yuanyuan hailed a taxi and got in.
"Damn, she's really cautious," Yang Zhi thought angrily.
He instructed the driver to follow her. The taxi drove a winding road and stopped in front of a small hotel.
Tang Yuanyuan got out and went into the hotel. Yang Zhi sat in the car for a while; he needed to give them time to gather concrete evidence.
His anger subsided after a period of sitting silently. The result was right before his eyes; he was about to find the evidence. Suddenly, he felt reluctant to face it. Murder?
He didn't have the guts. Divorce?
What kind of punishment would that be? Tang Yuanyuan was so young; even if she hid her past, she was still a lovely girl and could find a man to live a happy life with. Should he compromise and continue being with Tang Yuanyuan?
This matter had always been a thorn in his side; was he destined to carry this burden for the rest of his life?
He didn't know how much time had passed before Yang Zhi finally composed himself and got out of the car. He lied, claiming to be the woman who had just come in. The hotel owner, without asking any questions, gave him the room number. Yang Zhi headed upstairs, the owner watching his retreating figure with a helpless smile and a slight shake of his head.
The hotel wasn't very good, and the soundproofing in the rooms wasn't great either. Passing by one room, he could faintly hear moans coming from inside.
Arriving at the room the owner had mentioned, the door was tightly shut. Yang Zhi stared blankly at the door. Should he open it? What would become of him?
Should he remain silent, forever wearing this green hat in shame?
Regardless, Tang Yuanyuan needed to receive the punishment she deserved. Yang Zhi kicked the door open.
The door wasn't very sturdy and crashed to the ground with a loud thud.
Directly opposite the door was a bed, two naked bodies entwined, stiff, still in the same position as a moment before.
Seeing this, Yang Zhi felt as if his heart had been ripped out, utterly empty, his soul seemingly soaring into the air, mercilessly mocking this pathetic shell.
The two bodies on the bed shifted frantically; one, with a slightly protruding belly, was wrapped in a large bath towel, while the other, a more voluptuous body, was tightly wrapped under the covers.
The sound of the door crashing alerted the people in the other rooms; several faces peeked out from behind doors, their expressions panicked.
Yang Zhi felt as if he were dragging himself into the room.
Manager Liu's expression was as if he had been kicked hard in the lower abdomen, pained and tense, completely losing his middle-aged composure. Tang Yuanyuan's face was flushed, whether from the recent surge of desire or from shock, it was unclear, but she remained calm.
Yang Zhi grabbed a teacup and threw it at Manager Liu's head. Manager Liu couldn't dodge in time and was hit hard on the forehead, blood gushing out immediately.
Manager Liu clutched his forehead, forcing out a dry, guttural voice: "Please, don't expose this. I'll never see Yuanyuan again. I'll resign and leave the company, or I'll pay you back, whatever you want." His voice was trembling uncontrollably.
Yang Zhi punched Manager Liu in the chest: "Damn it, you send your wife here for me to do, and I'll pay you too."
Turning his head, he saw a digital camera on the coffee table, the lens pointed at the bed.
Yang Zhi picked it up and looked at it; it was still recording. He kicked Manager Liu off the bed, cursing, "You son of a bitch, go back now. Just wait for this video to be all over the place." Manager Liu shakily put on his clothes and scrambled out of the room.
Tang Yuanyuan had been silently watching Yang Zhi's actions, her face growing increasingly calm, a frightening calm.
Yang Zhi grabbed the blanket wrapped around Tang Yuanyuan and yanked it off, sending her spinning several times before she fell naked to the ground.
Yang Zhi walked over to Tang Yuanyuan, knelt down, and spread her legs. There was still a wet patch below, her labia still slightly parted.
"You bitch!" Yang Zhi slapped Tang Yuanyuan's face hard, feeling he had never used such force before.
Five clear red marks appeared. Tang Yuanyuan's calm, almost wooden face showed no pain; she only looked at Yang Zhi with gentle eyes.
"You don't deserve to look at me like that, you're a bitch!" Yang Zhi slapped Tang Yuanyuan frantically.
Exhausted, he slumped to the ground, panting.
Tang Yuanyuan's face was distorted from the slaps; her once innocent, childlike face was now bruised and swollen.
Yang Zhi picked up his camera and pulled up the video recording. At the beginning, a lump of flesh blocked the screen.
"Don't film." A voice came from off-screen; it was Tang Yuanyuan.
"What are you afraid of? There are so many videos online now. I only filmed this to record our moments together. I won't upload it online because I miss you so much. If I can't see you tonight, I can secretly watch these videos to ease my longing for you." The fleshy mass left the screen—it was Manager Liu's stomach. In the distance, Tang Yuanyuan lay naked on the bed.
Manager Liu walked over, straddled Tang Yuanyuan, and began sucking on her nipple. The two started their foreplay, moaning softly.
Manager Liu's penis swelled in Tang Yuanyuan's mouth. Although the camera was far away, it wasn't very large. Manager Liu had Tang Yuanyuan cup her large breasts and thrust between them.
After a while, Manager Liu was on top of Tang Yuanyuan, his buttocks moving. Yang Zhi's face grew increasingly grim.
Tang Yuanyuan's moans throughout the process were very soft. Yang Zhi was familiar with Tang Yuanyuan's moans; he hadn't reached orgasm.
"Go through the back door," a voice-over rang out.
Tang Yuanyuan knelt on the bed, her buttocks raised high.
"Little cutie, you really know how to play. My wife never lets me go through the back door. You're my darling little baby." Manager Liu leered as he adjusted his penis, thrusting forward, and Tang Yuanyuan couldn't help but cry out.
Manager Liu's thrusts weren't fast, but they were gentle.
"Faster, I want you to hurry." Receiving the order, Manager Liu thrust vigorously, and Tang Yuanyuan's cries grew louder until finally her body stiffened, and she shouted, "Husband, you're so cruel!" before collapsing onto the bed.
Tang Yuanyuan had been watching Yang Zhi's face grow increasingly dark. When she heard the voice from the videotape say "Husband, you're so cruel," she suddenly scrambled up and began hitting Yang Zhi like a madwoman: "This is the evidence you've been asking for! I'm a slut, and what about you? Haven't you ever slept with other women?" Her swollen face and hysterical outburst made her look like a madwoman.
"You're a used woman, I'm not."
Sex, Lies, Videotape Chapter Seven:
Yang Zhi left the hotel alone, leaving Tang Yuanyuan lying naked on the floor.
Yang Zhi returned home very late that night. In the dark living room, Tang Yuanyuan sat on the sofa. Before Yang Zhi could speak, she calmly said, "Let's get a divorce." Both were adamant about divorce, so they went to the Civil Affairs Bureau the next day to complete the formalities.
Tang Yuanyuan didn't ask for anything; she packed her clothes and moved out that day.
Left alone in the empty house, Yang Zhi suddenly felt incredibly lonely, like a wandering soul, needing to do something to keep himself alive.
He started a thorough cleaning, rearranging the belongings.
He worked until night, only leaving the cabinet containing their personal items untouched. After sorting his own things, he opened Tang Yuanyuan's drawer, rummaging through it and throwing things on the floor. At the very bottom of the drawer lay a notebook with a pink cover, lying there quietly.
Yang Zhi opened the notebook. The cover read: "Sweet Space—My Husband and I's Happy Married Life."
Turning to the next page, she found a diary entry. The first entry was dated May 2nd; May 1st was their wedding day.
"Today is my husband and I's first day of marriage... "

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