Past Events—The Transformation of Sex and Love, Part 5

After my sister-in-law left, my cousin continued his reckless behavior, changing women every few days. His wife had mentioned it to him a few times, but to no avail.
Then one day, he brought another woman, A. When I saw her, I was stunned. She was my boss's sister, probably four or five years older than me, about the same age as my cousin. She was the kind of woman with a refined air. My admiration for my cousin was boundless. She must have seen me before; I'd met her when I visited the boss for holidays. But at the dinner table, she didn't seem to care, so I just waited and saw what would happen. After dinner, we went to karaoke. I asked A to dance a few songs. Her words were direct: "Don't ask anything, don't know anything, don't say anything, don't know anything. Just sing well." I nodded to indicate I understood.
My cousin grabbed the microphone and started yelling. With his phone commands, more and more people filled the room, and the atmosphere became increasingly lively. The mix of liquor and beer quickly went wild, and I, too, rambled on and on in my drunken stupor. We squandered time in this smoky atmosphere. When I lifted my blurry eyes, I saw two people embracing in a corner, looking quite intimate. I didn't pay attention to who they were. When I looked for my cousin's spot, I realized my boss was gone. What was going on? I strained my eyes to look closer, and there it was—my dear cousin! I deliberately moved closer. My cousin's hands roamed freely over her back, occasionally kissing her neck. Although the lighting was dim, I could feel Ms. A's enjoyment. "You're drunk, sit for a while," Ms. A said, pulling my cousin to sit next to me. "Take him home, your brother's drunk." Seeing my cousin's head limp like a noodle, I went along with her suggestion. We paid the bill, left, and said goodbye. My cousin never raised his head. Drunk—my dear cousin was completely drunk again. Even in this state, he still knew how to touch and kiss women. My boss is something else!
When the driver opened the door, I assumed it was just my cousin and me getting in. When A told me to squeeze in, I nodded again. She definitely had that domineering air of someone in a superior position. We were silent the whole way. When we arrived at my cousin's building, I asked her if she needed the car held. "No," she said simply, which I liked. I carried my cousin upstairs, put him on the sofa, slipped him off, poured water, covered him with a blanket, and propped up his pillow. She just watched me the whole time. "You sit," A said, sitting at the head of my cousin's head, and I sat at his feet. "Shall I take you home?" I said no. "How will you sleep tonight? I have to go home anyway. Why don't you stay and keep my cousin company? I'll go first." "Take me home," I thought to myself, even though it was already past 2 a.m., but I still nodded. "Go ahead," she said, and then she came back to take care of my dear cousin.
After going downstairs, I encountered a taxi jam and headed towards her house. The drive was silent again. Actually, I was quite worried about my cousin, afraid he'd be upset and no one would take care of him. But I couldn't do anything about this demanding woman. When we arrived at her apartment complex, I was about to say goodbye when she said, "Take me inside, your house is quite far from the gate." I nodded again. Once inside, she was in front, and I was behind. "I'm divorced," I replied. Her house was indeed quite far from the gate. Just as we reached the bottom of the building, she spoke again, "Come up and sit for a while." I was about to reply, but then she said, "I'm afraid of the dark," and almost choked me. I gave in again. Once inside, I found the house very tidy, with no unnecessary items. It wasn't luxurious, but it certainly had style. "
Don't leave that night," she said, "sleep on the sofa." Before I could explain, blankets and pillows were thrown around me. To be honest, I had no feelings for this woman at the time; I was just being polite. "Go to sleep, since I'm here, I might as well make the best of it." I fell asleep to the sound of her washing up. When the glaring sunlight woke me up, she had already made breakfast. There was a new towel in the bathroom, but no new toothbrush. "Go home and brush your teeth." Hearing her arrangements, I knew why she got divorced. She was too domineering. I guess her husband left because of her arrangements. I had no appetite for breakfast. I just wanted to get home. My wife had been waiting for me all night, and my cousin was acting recklessly. I rushed into the bathroom to wash up, quickly drying myself off. Just as I was looking for face cream, a pathetic scene unfolded. I saw what I didn't want to see, yet desperately craved – her underwear. I closed my eyes, struggling to stay still, telling myself, "Don't touch, don't touch!" But I still reached out my sinful hand. I tried to speed things up, holding her underwear in my left hand and masturbating with my right. I frantically masturbated, trying to ejaculate quickly, but I forgot to lock the door. While I was lost in my own pleasure, the door opened. I was there, holding her underwear in my left hand and my engorged penis in my right, staring at her. She stared at me in surprise. Time seemed to stand still. Finally, she gently closed the door. Only after my penis went limp from the tension did I regain my senses. I didn't dare leave the bathroom; I was so ashamed, so utterly mortified. Just as I didn't know what to do, she spoke from outside the door, "Come out." I walked out with my head down, forcing myself to be ashamed, wishing I could disappear into a crack in the ground. "You're acting strange," she said, then hesitated, "Come on,
I'll take you home." "No need," I said, "I'm leaving now." "Okay," she said, just as I was about to leave, she called me back. "And throw this away while you're at it," she said, handing me the underwear. My mind went blank; my hand mechanically grabbed the underwear. I don't know how I got out of her house, only that she threw it away not far from mine. Opening my cousin's house, I saw him sleeping soundly, unharmed. I collapsed onto the bed in the bedroom and fell asleep immediately. To be continued…

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