Young woman Yaqi

A rumbling sound echoed from one end of the tunnel as a bus prepared to pull into the station. Commuters waiting on the platform all turned to look in the same direction. Suddenly, the crisp sound of high heels came from behind. Several male commuters turned to look, their eyes lighting up as they locked onto their target. A beautiful woman was 　　walking

briskly towards them. Her long, flowing hair, well-fitting suit, fair skin, tight skirt, slender legs, gleaming high heels, and designer handbag exuded confidence and a radiant glow.

"That was close! I almost missed it. I shouldn't be late today,"

she thought, a smile spreading across her face as she watched the doors close and the train slowly pull away. Only two men with briefcases remained on the platform, staring blankly at the departing train. After they disappeared from sight, one of them turned around and their eyes met. Realizing why they hadn't made eye contact, they both turned away with wry smiles. One looked down at the newspaper in her hand, while the other was lost in thought, reminiscing about

the beautiful figure she had just seen. Zhang Yaqi, twenty-six years old, is a highly educated, attractive urban professional. Fresh out of school, she landed an assistant position at a large company that everyone envied, rising to the top sales specialist position in just two years.

Her outstanding achievements and tactful attitude earned her praise from colleagues and clients alike.

"She'll probably be the company's first female manager," this sentiment wasn't just circulating in the office; Yaqi herself was quite confident it was only a matter of time.

Her career achievements conveyed a message of confidence and strength, yet beneath this strong-woman exterior, Yaqi also displayed the gentle charm of a feminine woman. This was understandable, given that she had only been married for three months and was a new bride who "washed her hands of the kitchen and let her sister-in-law taste the food first."

Seven months ago, her college boyfriend proposed to her. After three days of "restraint," Ya-Chi happily accepted. Although she had changed boyfriends seven times in just over a year since her discharge from the military, which had slightly displeased her parents, they wouldn't listen to anything Ya-Chi, who was deeply in love. Unable to resist their beloved daughter's pleading eyes, the two elders finally gave in.

The young couple rented a small apartment in the suburbs of Taipei. After getting married, Ya-Chi didn't quit her job and continued to commute daily. Her husband now works for a private company, in the trading business, and he rarely talks about his work. Ya-Chi was busy with her own career, so she hadn't paid much attention.

"We'll buy a car in a year, so I can pick you up and drop you off at work. In a few years, we'll buy a small house, and then..."

Ya-Chi and her husband earnestly planned their future.

Ya-Chi found a seat, covered her mouth with her hand, and yawned. The wedding night was, of course, a night of passion. Ya-qi recalled last night… oh, no, it should be “this” morning’s intimacy, the slight tingling in her private parts, as if the lingering warmth of her husband’s penis still remained deep within her. Ya-qi’s cheeks flushed slightly, and her legs involuntarily pressed closer together.

When Ya-qi was newly married, she wasn’t really keen on having sex with her husband four or five nights a week, since they were both working professionals and needed plenty of energy to meet the challenges of the next day. However, she could

never resist her husband’s advances. Ya-qi was also a little puzzled by how he seemed so energetic after work, sometimes even leaving her exhausted. Perhaps he had grasped the knack; the feeling of sex was becoming increasingly satisfying for Ya-qi, and recently, she had started rushing to work in the mornings to avoid being late.

When Ya-qi snapped out of her reverie, she suddenly noticed a change in the lower body of the passenger standing in front of her. Looking up slightly, she saw a high school student with a childlike face, staring intently at her legs.

Yaqi was annoyed by the impolite stare, yet also felt a touch of vain smugness. Yaqi knew she was naturally beautiful; her designer clothes, alluring perfume, delicate pink hue, and naturally elegant demeanor made her the center of attention wherever she went. No wonder this teenage boy was staring so intently at her fair thighs encased in stockings; especially since her tight skirt had ridden up a few centimeters after she sat down, making his heart race and him completely distracted.

Yaqi coughed lightly and pulled down the hem of her skirt, causing the boy to blush and look out the window. She also noticed that the male passengers in the same carriage were doing the same thing. "All crows are black," Yaqi thought to herself, her annoyance vanishing, replaced by a

feeling of helplessness. "Good morning, Manager Liao!" Yaqi greeted the short, stout man in the elevator with a smile. "Good morning, Miss Zhang," the man replied with a grin. This man was Yaqi's direct supervisor, surnamed Liao. He looked like a typical overweight middle-aged man, wearing large glasses and only reaching Yaqi's shoulder in height. His fashion sense was questionable, and he always spoke with a forced, insincere smile. When Yaqi first joined the company, unfamiliar with the environment, she was extremely respectful, especially to her supervisor. However, after several months and warnings from female colleagues, she realized he was a lecherous pig in human skin. This lecherous pig often took opportunities to harass his pretty female subordinates. Manager Liao's usual method was to frequently "inspect" the office, whether there was a reason or not. The so-called "inspection" was indeed just him looking around. He'd either stand behind female employees who were working, staring at their firm breasts under their collars, or steal glances at their shapely legs under their tight skirts; or he'd feign greetings, put his arm around their shoulders or pat their backs, and intentionally or unintentionally tease their bra straps. Every time this lecherous man appeared in the office, it caused a small commotion. Every female employee would either quickly check if their tops were straight or pull down their skirts and close their legs to avoid any wardrobe malfunctions. Ya-qi remembered that after a week at work, she was squatting in front of the filing cabinet looking for meeting materials. Because she was in a hurry and couldn't find them, Ya-qi forgot about her manners. When she was about to get up, she realized that her department head, Manager Liao, was standing in the doorway, staring wide-eyed at her parted thighs, and even worse, drool was dripping from his mouth. Only then did Ya-qi realize her rudeness and quickly left, blushing. From then on, Manager Liao's "inspections" were specifically targeted at her. Yaqi didn't want him to continue, but if it weren't for these minor harassments that were difficult to prove, she would have had this lecherous pig sued for sexual harassment long ago. Besides, Yaqi's ambition made her tolerate it; after all, he held the power of promotion. "One day I'll make you pay!" Every time she saw that spitting pig face, Yaqi would comfort herself with this thought. "Ms. Zhang, why have you been almost late lately?" "Really?" Yaqi replied without turning her head, clutching her documents. There were only two people in the elevator. "Are you too busy at night? Don't overwork yourself!" Manager Liao smiled lewdly. "That dead pig!" Yaqi cursed inwardly, but still nodded and smiled. "Sorry, I'll come earlier next time." "It's okay." Yaqi didn't reply, just stared at the increasing number of floors, and the elevator returned to silence. "By the way, what brand of pantyhose do you usually wear?" "What!?" "Oh! No, I didn't mean anything by it. Look, your pantyhose seem to have a hole." Yaqi looked down and saw a hole in the back of her left pantyhose. “You can tell whether a company is vibrant or not by the way an employee dresses, so…” Before Manager Liao could finish speaking, Yaqi immediately apologized and promised never to do it again.

"You pighead!" Yaqi rolled her eyes and cursed inwardly. "All you do is stare at women's thighs, and you're a master's degree holder at that? You have no shame."

...

Inside the women's restroom, two female employees were chatting in front of a vanity mirror.

"What bad luck, I encountered sexual harassment first thing in the morning, it's infuriating. Jiazhen, do you have any extra pantyhose?"

Yaqi lifted her skirt and slowly took off her frayed stockings, throwing them into the trash can.

"Sorry, I don't have any spares," the other employee replied, touching up her stockings with a powder compact. Yu Jiazhen, Yaqi's senior colleague in the same department, a year older than Yaqi, wore a well-tailored plain suit, her shoulder-length hair was styled up, revealing her fair and delicate neck, and she was a beautiful woman no less stunning than Yaqi.

"Forget it, I won't wear it."

"You have to be ruthless with pigs like that. Like that time he casually touched my butt, and I 'accidentally' stomped on it hard with my heel. After that, he never dared to mess with me again."

"I'll make him pay!" Yaqi said resentfully.

"By the way, how's your married life? It must be very sweet, otherwise why is your eyeshadow so heavy?"

"You rascal! Don't joke like that."

Although she was unhappy, Yaqi felt a surge of tenderness in her heart, and her previous gloomy thoughts vanished. Thinking of Ni's affectionate behavior with her husband after returning home made Yaqi blush and her heart race.

"Oh! What are you thinking about? Your face is so red, is it...?" " You're so annoying!" Yaqi

pouted her bright red lips, pretending to hit Jiazhen.

"Feeling guilty!" The two women laughed and joked like this. "Hmm, you did a good job. It's decided then."
In the conference room, Manager Liao handed a report back to Yaqi. "Sorry to make you work overtime. The boss needs this data tomorrow." "It's alright, I'll go home now." Yaqi got up and looked at the clock on the wall; it was almost seven o'clock. "Okay, bye-bye." Yaqi quickly tidied up and hurried home. The company was deserted; only Yaqi's footsteps echoed in the empty corridor. Yaqi stood in front of the elevator, waiting for it to come up while thinking about what dinner to take home. Suddenly, she felt something behind her. Yaqi turned around and looked, but saw nothing. "Just my imagination." Yaqi tilted her head and thought for a moment. The elevator dinged as it arrived. Looking at the closing elevator doors, not far around the corner, a pair of eyes were peering through a V8 camera lens. ... In an apartment on the first floor, a television in the living room was playing an image. A man, naked from the waist down, was staring intently at the television, masturbating vigorously while holding his penis. The screen showed the back of a woman's body. Strangely, in the distorted image, her underwear was clearly visible, as if it had been pierced. This was the result of high-tech technology; a certain brand of camera, fitted with a filter and clothing of a specific material, could produce this effect. "Heh, heh, so good, I'll fuck you to death, you little slut." "Why are you wearing high-waisted underwear? Who are you trying to seduce?" The man masturbating accelerated his movements, muttering to himself. "Oh!" With a loud "Oh!", the man ejaculated violently into the screen. "Damn it, Zhang Yaqi, one day I'll make you cum to death." The obese Manager Liao collapsed onto the sofa, wiping his penis with toilet paper. The white, cloudy liquid sprayed everywhere, filling the room with a fishy smell. "It feels like a dream, this must be happiness!" Yaqi leaned against the edge of the bathtub, staring blankly at the steaming water. The relaxation of her body and mind made Yaqi feel incredibly comfortable. Her past seemed to play like a slideshow, scene by scene: the loving care of her parents and teachers, the vibrant school life, the triumphant success in her career, and her handsome and gentle husband. Thinking of her husband, Yaqi recalled the moment he confessed his love to her. In that instant, it felt as if angels were fluttering above her. It wasn't the first time a boy had confessed; beautiful women were never short of suitors. But this feeling of being moved was unlike anything she had ever experienced. Yaqi's heart pounded, and she remembered almost nothing afterward. She only remembered that they had agreed to go to the movies together the day after tomorrow, and then she tossed and turned all night, unable to sleep, eagerly anticipating their date. She got out of the bathtub, stood on the bathroom floor, and picked up the showerhead, letting the warm water flow. Yaqi wiped the water droplets from the mirror, and her face was reflected in it. "I love your dimples when you smile," she thought, as if she could hear her husband's words again, as he held her face during their first kiss. A sudden tremor ran through Yaqi's heart. A small, fiery ball seemed to be burning in Yaqi's chest. Not just her chest, but her entire body seemed to gradually heat up. Moving her gaze slightly downwards, looking down from above, Yaqi's breasts weren't large, but they were firm and pink, appearing more proportionate to her figure. Yaqi held the showerhead against her chest, touching her breasts with her hands. She flicked her nipple with her index finger, and the originally soft nipple sensitively hardened. Yaqi closed her eyes slightly, slowly recalling the feeling of being caressed by her husband. Suddenly, a throbbing sensation gripped her chest. Although not painful, it spread pricking throughout her body. Even the untouched nipples hardened instantly. Yaqi cupped her breasts from below, holding the showerhead against the tip of her nipples while slowly massaging her entire chest. "Mmm..." Yaqi involuntarily groaned, her nipples hardening as if twisted, the usually pink nipples now turning almost dark red. This was due to the intense pleasure causing congestion and swelling. The showerhead moved gradually downwards from her chest, the warm water washing over her lower abdomen. This wasn't the first time she'd done this. Back when she was a young girl, she knew it wasn't right, but secretly enjoyed this forbidden pleasure. She hadn't done this since entering society, but for some reason, the pleasure had returned to her tonight. Actually, Yaqi didn't know her body had changed. Her newlywed sex life had opened up her body; when exposed to sensory stimulation, her body no longer reacted with rejection and stiffness but with an open acceptance. People say that a newlywed woman's body seems to exude an alluring charm, provoking and bewitching the senses of men who follow her scent, although this wasn't a message the woman consciously sent. This must be what mature charm is all about. "Yaqi, are you alright? Why did you take so long to shower?" The knock on the door pulled Yaqi back to reality from her reverie. "Uh, I'm done showering." Yaqi grabbed a towel and dried herself, as if waking from a dream. "It's your turn to wash!" Yaqi said, drying her wet hair as she opened the door for her husband. Her fair skin, flushed and alluring after being soaked in hot water, looked enticing. Gazing at his wife's radiant beauty, Yaqi's husband couldn't resist wrapping his arms around her slender waist from behind, his hands roaming freely. "Oh dear, what are you doing!" Yaqi's already flushed face turned even redder. "What's wrong? We're an old married couple, anyway, just wait a bit..." "Who said we're an old married couple? You can wait a while." Yaqi giggled and pushed her husband inside. "Take your time washing." Yaqi picked up the hairdryer and sat down at the vanity to dry her wet hair.

Helpless, the husband obediently closed the door and took a shower. Would he shower slowly and carefully? Of course not. The "intimate moments" he had been anticipating all day had already made him incredibly aroused, and he couldn't wait to just quickly rinse off and be done with it. He only knew that his beloved wife was extremely clean; otherwise, he would have already pounced on her like a hungry tiger and enjoyed himself to the fullest.

"So comfortable!"

Yaqi lay comfortably on the bed, the soft light reflecting off her smooth, satin-like body, giving it a faint sheen. A hand slowly traced from the foot of her breasts, all the way up the ridge to the summit, creating an indescribable sense of beauty.

As if remembering something, Yaqi got up and took out her underwear from the wardrobe, slowly putting it on. Looking at herself in the mirror, Yaqi turned around,

"Won't I be too sexy?"

Yaqi's skin was smooth and delicate, from her breasts to her thighs, seemingly never having seen the sun, appearing exceptionally white, especially her breasts, which had a bright sheen, revealing blue veins. At the apex were pale pink areolas and tiny nipples, even more alluring under a small bra, the thin panties barely concealing her full hips.

"Wear this tonight!"

Yaqi smiled sweetly, satisfied, and tiptoed to the bathroom door to listen for any sounds inside.

The sound of running water ceased, and through the glass, a blurry figure was dressing. Yaqi quickly lay back on the bed, turning to her side and feigning sleep.

The reclining sleeping beauty awaited her prince's kiss.

After waiting a long time without a kiss, Yaqi opened her eyes and turned to see what was happening. Suddenly, a figure pounced on her.

"Ah! You're so naughty..." Before she could finish, a warm tongue had already probed inside. "Mmm, mmm" sounds escaped from their intertwined mouths.

"You rascal!" Yaqi breathed heavily, pinching her husband's cheek. After a moment's pause, her soft, moist lips pressed against his. Yaqi completely ignited her husband's passion, who responded fervently to her repeated kisses; their tongues intertwined, swirling and turning, their breaths growing hotter and more rapid. Yaqi's soft body pressed closer and closer, the sudden contact, combined with the man's scent, gradually making her weak, her arms limply encircling her husband's neck.

"You almost melted me," Yaqi's husband said, propping his head up with one hand and smiling at his wife.

Yaqi, her face flushed with desire, teased, "Want more?"

"Of course!"

Yaqi's husband pounced on her again, pressing her tightly against him, his hands beginning to roam freely, gently but quickly kneading her full breasts. She went limp, her arms weak and powerless, her delicate skin and sensitive nipples a tempting sight.

Yaqi's husband buried his face between her breasts, his tongue greedily sucking on the delicate nipple, its tip circling and swirling against it. Meanwhile, his other hand conquered the other breast, alternating between the two, hand and mouth working in turn.

Yaqi grew increasingly excited, her lower body beginning to writhe. Soft, almost murmured words escaped her lips.

"Zhaolin, Zhaolin..."

Yaqi whispered her husband's name, but Zhaolin, consumed by lust, paid no heed to her words, focusing solely on his assault. Her transparent, lace-trimmed lingerie had long since been pulled down, revealing a triangular patch of pubic hair that seemed to radiate powerful energy, attracting the seeker.

A hand lightly touched that patch, wandering along its narrow path. The moment it slipped between her thighs, it felt a wetness, and sensed the entrance slightly ajar, awaiting the arrival of a distinguished guest.

"Ah...ah...oh..."

Yaqi felt the burning tip pounding against her lower body. Zhaolin also exerted his untapped potential, thrusting harder and more skillfully, sending Yaqi into the abyss of pleasure. Her

entire private area felt like it was gradually being filled to the brim. Her clitoris slowly tingled, becoming hot and hard. Yaqi's legs were spread to their limit, the electric pleasure penetrating her from head to toe in a straight line.

"Ugh..."

Feeling her waist rising, Yaqi bit her husband's shoulder, desperately suppressing her high-pitched gasps. The intense pleasure made Zhaolin thrust with all his might. The equally intense pleasure also made Yaqi unable to control the lingering moans that escaped her lips.

"Ah, so good..." Stimulated by a premonition that her whole body was about to explode, Yaqi finally couldn't hold back any longer.

"Ahhh... I can't take it anymore..." Her snow-white, full buttocks involuntarily thrust upwards, her supple waist trembling uncontrollably, until only the realm of ecstasy rapidly expanded; her pink vagina clenched and spasmed, shimmering fluids flowing out in waves, while she uncontrollably let out long, lewd cries of pleasure; she felt a warm, melting sensation throughout her body, as if time had completely stopped—and then came the endless descent.

Yaqi reached her peak climax, and Zhaolin, unable to hold back any longer in her convulsing vagina, thrust forcefully and ejaculated as well. After Zhaolin completely ejaculated, Yaqi's vulva still clung to her husband's penis, as if reluctant to let go.

Zhaolin lay panting on her soft flesh, her face flushed, her long eyelashes fluttering, enjoying the afterglow of her climax.

Zhaolin kissed the sweat-drenched Yaqi, embracing his wife's body as he slowly closed his eyes, while Yaqi, with a satisfied smile on her face, nestled peacefully in her husband's arms and fell asleep.

"Still sleeping! It's almost time for work, you'll be late!"

Ya-Chi, dressed in her lingerie, sat in front of the vanity, deftly applying makeup and tidying her appearance while urging her husband, still lying in bed, to hurry up. Hearing his wife's urging, Zhao-Lin stretched and slowly got out of bed, looking reluctant.

"I have to rush to work. Have breakfast yourself, just like before, and remember to eat. I'll bring something back tonight; if you're hungry, you can buy something to eat first. Oh, and if you come home early tonight, remember to spin-dry the clothes in the washing machine and then take the laundry basket to wash. Put the detergent in first, wait for it to dissolve, then put the clothes in. Don't use the wrong order like last time, or the bleach will smell too strong. Also..."

"Okay," Zhao-Lin replied, lazily getting up to get dressed.

"Don't be like that, you need to be more energetic," Ya-Chi glanced at her husband in the mirror.

“I’m busy with work right now, so I don’t have much time or energy to fulfill my duties as a wife. Once I get promoted, I’ll have more free time, and I’ll make it up to you then, okay?”

Hearing his wife’s words, Zhao Lin’s expression changed slightly, but Ya Qi, who was putting on makeup with her back turned, didn’t notice.

Ya Qi sat back on the bed, kissed her husband like she was comforting a child, and tenderly stroked his face, gently wiping away the sleep from the corner of his eyes. Zhao Lin smiled, took Ya Qi’s hand, and kissed it.

“Get up quickly.” Seeing her husband’s smile, Ya Qi returned it with a sweet smile.

Looking at his wife’s face, Zhao Lin said, “Well, I have something I want to discuss with you tonight.”

“Okay, then I’ll try not to work overtime and come home early. Oh no, I’m running late! We can talk about it later tonight, bye-bye.”

Remembering it was time for work, Ya Qi hurriedly got up, quickly pulled up her pantyhose and skirt, threw on a coat, grabbed her briefcase, and rushed out the door.

Zhaolin watched the departing figure, then lay back down on the bed, resting his head on his hands and staring thoughtfully at the ceiling. "Why are you late today?

Oh

, right, that pig wants you to go see him later."

He had barely sat down when his colleague Jiazhen poked her head in for a chat.

"Nothing, he wants to see me?"

Yaqi frowned slightly, skillfully turned on her computer, and launched Outlook with one hand to check her schedule, while sipping her breakfast drink in the other. Jiazhen also peeked into the cubicle and watched.

"You forgot to zip up your skirt," Jiazhen whispered in Yaqi's ear.

"What!" Yaqi exclaimed in surprise, reaching behind her to check. Because she was almost late for work this morning, she had just thrown on some clothes and left, forgetting to zip up the back of her skirt.

"No wonder there were so many people."

Yaqi remembered that she was the only one when she got out of the elevator earlier. The company building was very tall, and usually no one would go up after that, but today was unusual; there was still a group of people in the elevator. The thought of a dozen eyes staring at her buttocks, her underwear completely exposed, made Yaqi feel both embarrassed and angry.

"I finished the report the boss needed yesterday, and isn't Xiao Chen handling the Xinguang case? What else is there?" Slightly annoyed, Yaqi clicked the mouse frantically all over the screen. An unread email sat in her inbox; the sender was Zhang Zijun.

"Zhang...Zi...Jun?!"

"Ah! Right, it's Zhang Zijun's evaluation report," Yaqi muttered to herself, as if remembering something. "

So it's about that handsome young man. Time flies, it's already been three months." Jiazhen leaned back on the table and chatted with Yaqi.

"I inquired at the HR department. I heard he's a graduate of a prestigious national university, and he joined our company right after graduation; his family is in business, and it seems they plan to let him work outside for a few years before he comes back to take over the family business."

"Huh, doesn't he have to serve in the military?" Yaqi turned to look at Jiazhen.

Jiazhen thought for a moment and then said, "He's a National Guard soldier, and he looks quite strong. I wonder what reason he had for not serving. But it's good, he looks clean and healthy, unlike some guys who become completely different after serving, smoking, drinking, and going to prostitutes—they come back with a host of bad habits. Aren't you his mentor? Why are you asking me?"

"I only guide him on official business; I don't ask him much about his personal life."

"Oh, why are you putting on airs? As colleagues, we should be friendly. Besides, this young man is quite handsome. Every time you two talk together, you don't know how much the older and younger women in the office are watching you. I've even heard that several hot girls from different departments are interested in pursuing him, and his fan club is being formed." Once Jiazhen started talking, she couldn't stop.

"Nonsense, he's not a singer, he doesn't have a fan club. By the way, Jiazhen, were you exaggerating what you said about me?" Yaqi asked Jiazhen nervously.

"Really? Ah, you're a married woman, or rather, newly married. There are some things you can't say." Jiazhen covered her mouth with her hand, stuck out her tongue, and looked enlightened.

"Sorry, I'll be more careful in the future and won't spread it around. Well, I have to go now. By the way, let me come to your house today, I haven't seen your new house yet."

"Okay, let's go together after work."

Actually, Yaqi knew that Jiazhen was right, so she didn't usually get too close to him outside of work, intentionally avoiding this young man and keeping a distance. To be honest, Yaqi didn't dislike him. When she was assigned to be his mentor by her superiors, Yaqi even felt a little lost.

Thinking about this, Yaqi found it somewhat amusing. She was a worldly woman, yet she was flustered by a greenhorn.

It was understandable; since entering the workforce, the men Yaqi had encountered were either elderly men or slicked-back middle-aged men. So, when a fresh-faced young colleague with a student-like air entered the company, it certainly caught Yaqi's attention and garish impression.

Yaqi bent down and casually tugged at her stockings, adjusting the seams. The misaligned stockings made Yaqi uncomfortable, but she only had time to adjust them now. After a while, Yaqi noticed someone standing at the exit of the cubicle. Looking up, she saw Zhang Zijun, holding documents, standing smiling in front of her.

"Is there something you need?" Yaqi asked, slightly embarrassed, her face flushed, straightening her posture.

“It’s like this, there’s a problem with the case at the Asia Pacific company that I’d like to ask you about. Manager Liao asked me to contact you, and I sent an email to you, senior.”

“Oh, yes, yes, I received it. Sure, let me see it.” Yaqi hadn’t paid any attention to the email’s contents and answered somewhat guiltily.

So Yaqi took the documents and answered the questions one by one. Zhang Zijun also leaned closer, bending down to listen carefully.

“Well, remember to prepare the quotation first. You’ll need to contact Ms. Lin in the accounting department more often for this part, and then…”

Yaqi turned her head to talk to Zhang Zijun, and only then did she suddenly realize how close they were. Zhang Zijun’s breath was almost brushing against Yaqi’s ear.

Yaqi’s heart skipped a beat, and she continued speaking the words she hadn’t finished, but at this moment her mind was in turmoil, and she could almost hear her own heart pounding. The boy next to her took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, his regular and gentle masculine breath wafting over her.

Where was he looking now? Yaqi didn’t dare to look. Was he looking at the business documents, or was he staring somewhere else? Shoulder-length curly hair was styled in an updo, revealing a fair and delicate neck. Was this it? The lace neckline of her blouse accentuated the full curves of her chest. Was this it? In her haste today, had she forgotten to button her clothes?

Ya-qi dared not think any further and quickly composed herself, standing up. Zhang Zi-jun then straightened up and took a step back, his face still bearing a childish smile, though his cheeks were slightly flushed like Ya-qi's. His eyes seemed unsure of where to look, his head lowered as he stared at the file in his hands.

"I'm going to get a glass of water."

Ignoring Zhang Zi-jun's response, Ya-qi left her seat without looking back, leaving Zhang Zi-jun standing there dumbfounded, unsure of what to do.

"It's the scent." Ya-qi suddenly understood why she felt a connection with this young man.

There was no expensive or cheap cologne, no sleazy smell of smoke or alcohol, only an indescribable, refreshing aroma. That scent was something she hadn't smelled in a long time. Ya-Chi remembered that the only similar scent she'd ever had was on her husband. Back then, he was still a student, and perhaps it was that scent that attracted her to him, leading to their falling in love.

Thinking of her husband, less than a year into their marriage, she felt a pang of guilt for already being attracted to men other than him. She felt like she was doing him a disservice. She also realized that it seemed like that scent hadn't been detected on him since he went to serve in the military.

"Bye-bye, Jia-Zhen and I will be leaving later. See you tomorrow," Ya-Chi said to her colleague. It was time to leave work, and the office quickly emptied out.

"How big is your little haven? Is it rented or bought?" Jia-Zhen asked.

"Rented. It's about 20 square meters, with one bedroom and a small living room. The location is good, very close to the MRT station, so transportation is quite convenient."

"Why don't you ask your husband to drive you around? It's only a few hundred thousand dollars, and you don't have to worry about the wind and rain. Unlike me, no one drives me around, and I can't even drive," Jia-Zhen said sullenly.

"Oh, um...we plan to save up for a down payment on a house first, then buy a car. Anyway, transportation is convenient, so it's fine." Yaqi quickly organized the documents at hand and responded sullenly.

"Yaqi, with your looks and qualifications, you could easily marry a rich young master and be a pampered housewife. Why did you marry a poor guy?"

Yaqi had been asked similar questions countless times and was already impatient. She had already prepared a standard answer, which she would repeat to anyone who asked.

"I don't think money is...and..."

Yaqi explained to Jiazhen like a broken record, while also reflecting on her relationship with her husband.

Several months into their marriage, the initial passion of their honeymoon had begun to fade. When Jiazhen questioned her, practical problems surfaced one by one. Yaqi realized she wasn't very familiar with her husband's financial management.

She knew his family wasn't wealthy, so the wedding was kept simple, and the dowry was merely a formality. She was responsible for all household expenses after the wedding; even the rent, which had been agreed upon as her husband's responsibility, was now being paid by Yaqi after the bank notified her of a cash shortage a month later.

From their dating days, Yaqi knew her husband, Zhaolin, had no concept of money. He had spent five years in university with little work, and after his military service, his jobs were short-lived, leaving him with little savings. Coupled with his penchant for socializing, buying a car and a house was simply a pipe dream.

Although she had worked for two years with a higher salary, making her financially more secure than her husband, society still considered supporting the family a man's responsibility. While Yaqi was a modern woman, she still felt a slight unease.

This wouldn't do! Yaqi decided to have a serious talk with her husband.

°It's only just begun, it's not too late, let's start now! °Thinking this, Yaqi perked up and enthusiastically began planning.

Women are always extremely interested in changing a man, regardless of his role—girlfriend, wife, mother, it's all the same.

…

“What?…”

Yaqi snapped out of her daze, realizing Jiazhen was nudging her with her elbow.

“What are you daydreaming about? Your friend is talking to you.” Jiazhen winked and gestured with her lips.

Before she knew it, they were in the elevator, where Zhang Zijun stood, still with that blank smile on his face.

“Good evening, senior sisters.” Zhang Zijun greeted her.

“Congratulations, you're now a full-time employee of the company. Seeing how hard you work and how good your qualifications are, you're sure to have a bright future. Please give you your support.” Jiazhen said sweetly with a smile in her eyes.

“Not at all, I still need your guidance in work matters.”

“The colleagues are having a welcome party this Saturday, Yaqi, do you want to go?”

“I have something to do, I can't go.” Yaqi glanced at Zhang Zijun and, seeing his eager and expectant gaze, answered coldly.

"Oh." Disappointment was evident on her face.

Jiazhen glanced at the two of them, her keen female intuition already detecting a hint of ambiguity.

"Goodbye, we're leaving."

As soon as the elevator doors opened, Jiazhen turned back to wave goodbye to Zhang Zijun, while Yaqi stepped out of the elevator without looking back.

Zhang Zijun walked slowly behind, watching Yaqi's slender back, his childlike face once again displaying that signature smile.

...

"We're here. You go in first, I'll go downstairs to buy something," Yaqi said, opening the door.

Jiazhen took off her shoes in the entryway and went inside. The suite was pitch black; it seemed Zhaolin hadn't returned yet. Yaqi

placed her briefcase by the door and was about to leave when suddenly a gasp came from inside. She quickly turned on the light and saw a man carrying Jiazhen, who had just entered the room, from behind.

"Honey, what are you doing?" Yaqi asked angrily, hands on her hips.

The man was Zhaolin. He froze, looked at Yaqi, then glanced down at the woman in his arms, and jumped in fright, quickly pulling his hands away.

"I...I...sorry, I thought it was..." Zhaolin stammered, looking terrified.

Jiazhen stood to the side, her face flushed, hands covering her chest, still shaken. Zhaolin stood there helplessly.

Yaqi walked over and tapped her husband on the head with her finger: "You're not a child anymore, what kind of game are you playing? You'll scare me to death!"

Yaqi glared at Zhaolin and said, "Let me introduce you, this is my colleague, Yu Jiazhen."

"Hello, hello, I'm sorry, I thought you were my wife, so..." Zhaolin stammered, scratching his head.

"It's...okay, I'm fine," Jiazhen said with a smile.

"Let's eat, I'm starving," Yaqi said, pushing the two of them. She then placed the dinner she had bought on the small table in the living room, and the three of them sat on the floor and began to chat.

“Yu… Jia… Zhen, I think I’ve heard this name before in our department.”

“You remember now, I was in Class A. I just recognized you too.” Jia Zhen looked at Zhao Lin with a teasing gaze.

“Yes, yes, I’ve seen you a few times, but we weren’t in the same class, so we didn’t see each other much, and I didn’t recognize you at first.” Zhao Lin said happily.

“So you two were classmates before?” Ya Qi asked in surprise.

“Yeah, before…” Zhao Lin said.

Once the topic was started, the two, who hadn’t seen each other for a long time, excitedly chatted about their school days. Ya Qi couldn’t get a word in edgewise and silently listened.

“Ah, I forgot to buy drinks, you can keep the guests company.” Ya Qi simply got up and left, leaving the two in the room. The two, interrupted, couldn’t find a way to continue the conversation, so they just ate quietly.

“Hey, is this your wedding photo? Let me see.” Jia Zhen broke the silence, looked around and found the photo on the TV, and went over to look at it.

"Yes, that's..." Zhao Lin's eyes suddenly lit up. A round, full bottom swayed gently in front of him, her jade-like legs slightly parted, the color of her stockings making her exposed thighs appear pink and lustrous.

The scent, different from his wife's, filled his nostrils, and recalling the soft, warm body he had just felt, gave Zhao Lin a feeling of ecstasy, and his manhood stood erect involuntarily.

He was completely intoxicated by Jia Zhen's fragrance, so much so that he didn't even notice Ya Qi entering the room and coming to his side. It wasn't until Ya Qi gently patted his shoulder that Zhao Lin abruptly looked up, smiling awkwardly. Ya Qi, unaware of his strange behavior, continued to greet the guests, and the group chatted and laughed all evening

.

It was getting late. After seeing Jiazhen off, the couple prepared for bed in their bedroom.

"Yaqi, I have something to tell you," Zhaolin said to his wife, who was lying in bed,

after taking a shower. "I'm not talking anymore, bye-bye. What's up, honey?" Yaqi hung up the phone and got up to go into the bathroom to shower after seeing her husband come out.

"Well, I... quit my job," Zhaolin said with difficulty, his fingers interlaced.

"Oh, why? You were doing so well, what happened?" Yaqi, who was bending over to test the water temperature in the bathtub, came out in surprise upon hearing her husband's words.

"Nothing, I just felt there was no future in it, and the boss was stingy, so I just quit."

"What do you want to do in the future? The economy is bad now, and jobs are hard to find. You could wait a while before changing jobs, why quit?" Yaqi frowned immediately upon hearing this.

"It's okay, I'm going to be my own boss. That way, all the money I earn through hard work is mine, and I don't have to depend on others," Zhaolin said excitedly, his eyes lighting up.

“But being a boss isn’t easy. Leaving aside other issues, the question of where to get the funding is a huge problem.”

Zhao Lin’s smile froze; his wife’s constant dampening of his enthusiasm had made him very unhappy.

“I’m planning to invest my dad’s retirement savings, and my mom has also set up several investment schemes for me to use. I’m going to partner with some friends to set up a factory in mainland China. The wages there are cheaper. We can all be factory managers and work hard. They have connections for domestic and international sales, and they can even sell to the US. We’ll be making millions, one million at a time, instead of just earning a fixed salary of tens of thousands.”

“But you’re not familiar with this industry. Can you trust those friends? I’ve heard the situation on the mainland isn’t very stable. Many Taiwanese businessmen have lost money and are going back home. Taking money from Mom and Dad…” “

Do you support me or not?” Zhaolin interrupted him impatiently.

“You started working earlier than me, of course you earn more. These days, the economy is bad and even big companies are going bankrupt. Why should I wait until the company can’t hold on and get laid off? I’m a man, after all. If I have the opportunity, I should go out and make my way in the world. How can I stay at home washing clothes and cooking, relying on my wife to support the family?”

Yaqi sensed the hidden meaning in her husband’s words and fell silent.

Her husband, who had never raised his voice to her before, was yelling at her for the first time today. This not only frightened Yaqi but also made her feel a little sad. She lowered her head and a tear rolled down her cheek.

Zhaolin softened at the sight and sat on the edge of the bed, putting his arm around his wife’s shoulder and apologizing.

“It’s okay. It was my fault. I didn’t consider your feelings.” Yaqi wiped away her tears, her eyes red, got up, and went into the bathroom. The two of them didn’t speak again.

That night, the two of them lay back to back in bed, thinking about their own things, and neither of them slept a wink.

The Taipei sky was damp and sticky. It was rush hour, the end of the workday, and crowds thronged the streets, beginning another phase of their lives.

Ya-Chi strolled aimlessly along the street, lost in thought.

Unlike before, when she would rush home after work and never work overtime unless absolutely necessary, Ya-Chi had changed. She would stay at the company as long as possible, and if she couldn't find a reason to work overtime, she would drag Jia-Zhen or other colleagues out for meals and shopping.

But everyone had their own private matters, so the part-time workers at the fast-food restaurant would often see this stylish and glamorous woman lingering for an hour or two, drinking a beverage, flipping through a newspaper three times over, and spending the rest of the time quietly gazing out the window, lost in thought.

In short, she didn't want to go home so early.

Since that night, the passionate atmosphere of their newlywed days had faded. Her husband, Zhao-Lin, quit his job the next day and started leaving early and returning late, constantly busy with his own affairs, treating Ya-Chi coldly.

Yaqi couldn't take it anymore and really wanted to sit down and have a proper talk with her husband. But after being rebuffed a few times, she wisely stopped bringing it up. Soon after, she also started ignoring her husband in a huff. Although they lived under the same roof, they seemed like strangers.

"Are you and your husband having a fight?" Jiazhen asked curiously in a low voice one day.

Others could already sense it! This deepened Yaqi's distress, but her stubborn temper prevented her from showing weakness. It seemed that the day when the couple could reconcile their cold war was even more distant.

Stepping out of the underpass, a cold wind blew, and she shivered, looking up at the towering skyscrapers. Following the flow of people onto the overpass, she watched the endless stream of cars below. Yaqi stopped, lost in thought.

Should this continue? It had been five months and twelve days.

Seventy-five sentences—that was all he had said to her in all this time, sometimes not even for days at a time! "

I was just offering some suggestions. I'm your wife, and in the end, I'll support you. Why yell at me like that!" He

's so petty to ignore me like that.

And these past two days he's said he's going to the mainland for a business trip, leaving me all alone. What kind of person is he!

A series of questions flooded Yaqi's mind, she kept asking herself.

Next week is my birthday, does he even remember? What if he forgot… Thinking of this, a pang of sadness hit her, and two tears welled up in her eyes.

…

“Ms. Zhang? What a coincidence, meeting you here!” A voice sounded behind her, and Yaqi turned around in surprise to see a familiar smile.

“Ah…hi, what a coincidence!…Are you shopping?” Upon seeing him, she recognized him as her junior colleague, Zhang Zijun. Yaqi was a little flustered.

“Yes…yes…I came to the department store to buy some things…”

After some polite greetings, the two stood facing each other, unsure what to say. Yaqi's eyes darted around, avoiding Zhang Zijun's gaze, while he smiled and stared directly at her face.

“Um…since we've met Ms. Zhang here, I have something I'd like to ask you to…help me with, is that alright?” Zhang Zijun finally broke the silence and asked.

"What's up?"

"Well, I wanted to buy a gift for someone today, but I haven't found anything suitable after looking for a long time. I was wondering if Miss Zhang could accompany me to choose one and give me some advice."

"Ask for my advice?... Oh... Is it for that pretty girl? Hmm... Okay!" Yaqi smiled

, her eyes narrowing. "Really?" Zhang Zijun's eyes lit up with excitement at her approval.

"There's a boutique in the Hilton Hotel next door. I'd like to go check it out. Let's go together... Let's go."

Zhang Zijun excitedly led Yaqi there immediately.

It's just a small favor, nothing big. Yaqi thought to herself.

...

"These earrings are nice, the style and color are beautiful." Yaqi pointed to the jewelry in the glass display case.

"Yes, your girlfriend is so beautiful, these earrings really suit her." The saleswoman smiled and said to Zhang Zijun.

"Ah!... No... no, I'm not his..." Hearing the saleswoman say this, Yaqi blushed and hurriedly shook her head in denial.

"Okay! This is it. Please wrap it up carefully; it's a gift." Zhang Zijun turned to Yaqi with a smile and immediately agreed.

Yaqi didn't dare look at him.

"No problem. Will you be paying by credit card or... oh, credit card, okay, please wait a moment." The saleswoman skillfully handled the credit card and earrings.

"That's all for today..." Yaqi started to say.

Before Yaqi could continue, Zhang Zijun immediately changed the subject.

"Let's go for afternoon tea later! The pastries at the shop next door are quite good. I've troubled you so much today, so of course it's on me."

"I..."

"Besides, you've helped me so much with work, and I haven't even thanked you yet. It's really not right." He gave Yaqi that signature smile again.

She couldn't resist that bright, sunny smile, compared to her husband's indifference...

"Okay!" Yaqi agreed. Anyway, she'd be alone at home; it would be good to have someone with her.

As a married woman, this was her first time meeting alone with a man other than her husband since her marriage, and the thought made her heart pound.

In the coffee shop, the two sat in a quiet corner. Zhang Zijun, who usually seemed like a shy young man, was surprisingly a different person in private.

He was outgoing, humorous, and, most importantly, adept at engaging conversation. The initially reserved Yaqi gradually opened up and chatted and laughed with Zhang Zijun.

That day, Yaqi had her long, flowing hair pulled back. Her beautiful, black hair had always been Zhang Zijun's favorite. However, at this moment, Zhang Zijun didn't notice her hair or her exposed, snow-white neck. From the very beginning, his gaze had been fixed on Yaqi's chest; her full breasts attracted him like a magnet.

The front of her blouse was open, revealing a portion of her cleavage, as if trying to draw him in. The table was only a meter wide; he could easily reach out and touch her mysterious, high breasts. He was fantasizing about what it would feel like to hold those breasts.

I really want to bury my head in there...

This thought had been lingering for a long time. Several times in the office, he'd wanted to undress her, slowly licking and sucking her nipples.

Just thinking about it made him hard… Lost in thought, Zhang Zijun drifted into a fantasy world.

…

“Come on! Hold me!”

“Hurry up!”

The beautiful fantasies were both real and surreal, her alluring body writhing like a snake. Her eyes were languid, her full, red lips slightly parted, uttering seductive moans. In his dream, Yaqi, dressed in sexy lingerie, seduced men like a wanton woman. Zhang Zijun squinted, the beautiful images constantly flooding his mind.

The submissive nakedness gave him a sense of superiority, a feeling of being above millions, an extreme stimulation enough to drive someone mad.

…

“The weather's been changing so fast lately, hot one minute and cold the next,” Yaqi said curiously, trying to start a conversation when she saw his distracted expression.

Her sudden remark startled Zhang Zijun, pulling him back to reality. He hurriedly replied, "Uh, yes, yes..." and then hastily took a sip of his drink.

Yaqi picked up a small cherry from the cake and put it in her mouth, her beautiful lips parting to reveal her neat, white teeth.

Zhang Zijun watched Yaqi biting into the cherry, his mouth watering uncontrollably. Under the table, his penis was already throbbing. Now, seeing Yaqi's moist lips, his arousal intensified.

Less than a year of marriage had made Yaqi even more beautiful and charming, like a blooming rose.

Zhang Zijun, who was used to being surrounded by women, couldn't resist such a captivating young woman.

When it came to sex, Zhang Zijun was passive. He had a handsome, doll-like face, excelled academically, came from a wealthy family, and was also quite athletic, making him popular with girls from a young age.

Although somewhat introverted, his views and behaviors became open and unrestrained after being mentored by several "older sisters" in high school, making it hard to reconcile with his outward appearance.

Zhang Zijun has now become a master, having seen countless women, and the advances of women have honed his flirting skills. His

innocent appearance easily evokes a woman's maternal instincts, making his pursuit of women even more successful.

"I must make love to her today!" This was the first time he had actively desired a woman, a fleeting look of lust on his face.

The innocent Yaqi, unaware that she had become the hunter's prey, blinked her beautiful eyes at him.

Since joining the company, Zhang Zijun's focus had been drawn to Yaqi's beautiful figure. At first, he only admired her, after all, she was already married, and he was already busy with other women offering themselves to him.

However, after several encounters, he became infatuated with this newlywed woman, unable to extricate himself; Yaqi's deliberate avoidance only fueled his desire to conquer, this was the first time he had actively felt lust towards a woman.

The ancients said, "No story is complete without coincidences," but to be honest, most so-called coincidences are actually deliberate arrangements.

Zhang Zijun was well aware of Yaqi's every move. He had recently learned that her relationship with her husband seemed to be changing, and he couldn't miss such a golden opportunity. So, lately, he always followed Yaqi after work, observing her. He saw her either with friends or alone.

When he saw her standing forlornly on the overpass today, he excitedly knew his chance had arrived!

"

It's a rare two-day weekend today, how about we have dinner together tonight?"

Yaqi glanced at her watch; it was only a little past four.

“I have a car, how about we go to Tamsui? My family has a villa there, the view is great, you can see the Tamsui River at night.”

Ya-qi hesitated, remaining silent.

“Or I can take you home, okay, Ya-qi?”

Now he was calling Ya-qi by her first name, and she didn’t seem to mind, showing an unnatural expression.

Zhang Zi-jun knew he couldn’t rush things. Since he couldn’t have dinner with the beauty, he would take her home. In short, finding a reason to increase the time they spent together would increase the chances of getting closer to her.

“Let’s go to Tamsui together, I haven’t been there in a long time anyway.” Ya-qi readily agreed.

Zhang Zi-jun was overjoyed, his previously lowered mood was now stirred up again.

With such beauty before him, Zhang Zi-jun remained calm, observing her reaction and assessing the situation. To be honest, he hadn’t expected things to go so smoothly, progressing so easily. He had thought she would strongly refuse, and if she really did, he really wouldn’t know what to do next.

In front of this beautiful young woman, all the confidence he had cultivated in flirting vanished, as if he had regressed to the age of first love in his youth.

"Wait a minute, I'll go get the car."

Yaqi

stood by the roadside, her mind preoccupied with her husband, questioning the rightness or wrongness of her recent decision.

However, the thought of him stirred a resentment within her. Half the reason she had accepted Zhang Zijun's invitation was out of anger towards her husband, Zhaolin. As for the other half, Yaqi wasn't quite sure why; she seemed to be anticipating something.

(We've only been married a short time, and you're already bullying and neglecting me like this. Since that's how it is, I'll…)

A reckless thought crossed Yaqi's mind, though she quickly dismissed it.

Soon, a car pulled up in front of her. Yaqi clicked her tongue; although she didn't know much about cars, she knew this one was quite valuable.

(Luxury cars, villas—such wealth at only twenty-something!)

Ya-qi calmed herself and got into the car.

As she sat in the driver's seat, a faint fragrance wafted over. Zhang Zi-jun's eyes involuntarily drifted to her thighs; her legs, encased in stockings, were so long and slender, and his heart pounded.

(Being too hasty will scare women away.)

Zhang Zi-jun quickly composed himself and focused on driving.

...

After a short drive of several tens of minutes to Tamsui, the car pulled into a duplex villa built into the terrain. In front of the door was a garden terrace and a small swimming pool. Ya-qi was slightly surprised; this was her first time in such a place.

A Filipino maid came out to greet them. After Zhang Zijun gave her a few instructions, she took out champagne, dessert wine, and some pastries, then disappeared.

Yaqi strolled alone in the courtyard, admiring the scenery. Sunlight filtered through her thin top, vaguely revealing her slender, graceful figure and the outline of her bra. Her sexy appearance made Zhang Zijun's heart itch.

Turning back, their eyes met. Yaqi smoothed her hair and smiled slightly.

"Let's look at the scenery and chat first. I've already ordered restaurant delivery; we can enjoy a feast later."

Sitting on a garden chair, the sea breeze gently blowing, both of them were in high spirits. Yaqi abandoned her reserve and drank quite a bit of wine. She kept talking to Zhang Zijun, her enthusiasm high; it seemed the alcohol was starting to take effect

. "

This is a painting I did before; it depicts the scenery behind the villa in the mountains."

"Really? You're so talented."

After a simple dinner, Yaqi strolled around the living room, admiring the furnishings, while Zhang Zijun followed closely, explaining.

(What could a man and a woman do alone in a room? It's getting late, and she's still showing no signs of leaving; it seems she's interested too!)

He knew it was time to make his move.

"Yaqi..."

"What?"

When Zhang Zijun suddenly turned and pulled her close, Yaqi fell into the young man's arms as if she were collapsing. As his arms encircled her waist and tightened their embrace, she smelled his distinctive masculine scent.

"Don't do this, let me go!" Yaqi struggled, but at this moment, she didn't feel disgusted; instead, she hesitated.

(No! I'm Zhaolin's wife, I'm Zhaolin's... I am...)

Just as she was thinking this, Zhang Zijun's lips were already close to hers.

"No! No!..." Yaqi exclaimed, trying to push him away, but her body, held tightly in his strong arms, was completely immobilized.

The man's lips pressed against hers, but Yaqi resolutely kept them closed. So the young man, a few years her junior, shifted his focus from her mouth to her ears.

"Ah!..." The area from her ears to her neck was the most sensitive of Yaqi's erogenous zones; a trembling pleasure emanated from behind her ears.

Zhang Zijun quickly noticed Yaqi's reaction and began licking back and forth along her neck, a mere tickling motion with his tongue and lips.

His hot breath on her ears sent a jolt through her body like an electric current: "Ah!... Mmm..."

Because she didn't want to make a sound, the sounds that escaped her lips were all the more sweet and unbearable. Her hands, which had initially tried to push Zhang Zijun away, somehow found themselves gripping his shirt tightly, pressing against him.

When he began to caress her long-desired breasts through his shirt, Yaqi suddenly snapped back to reality. A burning sensation seemed to ignite her lower abdomen, and her heart pounded even faster.

Sometime during the night, the buttons on her blouse were undone, and Zhang Zijun's warm hand slipped inside her bra, approaching her beautifully shaped, soft breasts. The round, protruding nipples trembled slightly, and the nipples, pinched by his fingers, immediately became sensitive and erect.

"No! Please, don't do this… I have a husband…" Yaqi's voice was low and indistinct.

What if her husband found out?

What if others knew about her infidelity?

An indescribable fear gripped Yaqi, but she couldn't muster any strength to push him away.

Zhang Zijun pretended not to hear, subtly leading the entangled couple slowly into the bedroom. Yaqi was busy resisting the hands roaming her body, completely unaware that she was being pushed and dragged towards the bed.

Suddenly, the hands that had been roaming over Yaqi released her, freeing her. Yaqi hurriedly tried to avoid the man, but didn't notice his foot was between her legs. She lost her balance and fell onto the bed, just as Zhang Zijun had planned.

Yaqi collapsed onto the bed, powerless to resist. Her skirt billowed up, hanging at her waist, revealing her fair thighs and glaringly white, sexy panties, arousing the man's lust. His trousers were already unusually bulging.

Yaqi's eyes met the bulge, then she quickly looked away.

Facing the danger of being raped, Yaqi was still acutely aware of the shape of the man's penis. Ironically, she suddenly thought of her husband's size. Yaqi's whole body instantly burned like charcoal on fire. Perhaps subconsciously she didn't dislike this young man, so she didn't try to cover herself; instead, she felt a desire to let him see her as much as he wanted.

Zhang Zijun's gaze moved upwards. As Yaqi instinctively tried to cover her bulge with her hands, Zhang Zijun bent down and pressed her upper body down, taking one of her nipples into his mouth. Experience told him it wasn't time yet. Controlling his impatience, he slowly licked the hardening nipple with his tongue, sucking on the areola with a "slurping" sound.

“No! Ah… Oh…” Yaqi desperately grabbed his hair to pull his head away.

Zhang Zijun reached his hand deep into her skirt, his fingertips gently stroking the crease formed by her stockings and panties. Yaqi let out a small scream and tried to grab Zhang Zijun's hand, but his fingertips still forced their way up and down near the cleft.

“No… no… stop…”

But he completely ignored Yaqi's protests. Occasionally, when he felt a force trying to push her away, he would press down hard on her extremely sensitive bulges. Yaqi would arch her back and tremble slightly, but soon she would give up and obediently accept his caresses.

Yaqi herself could no longer resist the sharp pleasure coming from her breasts or lower lip.

(If she could just give her body to him like this and let him caress her, how wonderful it would be.)

A lingering sense of morality still restrained Yaqi's thoughts. She still wanted to resist the man on top of her, but for some reason, she couldn't muster the strength. Instead, she became half-heartedly resisting and half-yielding. To resist the hand roaming her thighs, she squeezed tightly, seemingly intentionally letting Zhang Zijun's hand stay there. When she was forced to part her thighs, his hand moved subtly.

At some point, the protest turned into hot, labored breathing: "Ah...ah...no more...mmm..."

Zhang Zijun sucked on her lips, drawing out her saliva and her tongue. Then, he bent over, using his knee to separate Yaqi's legs. Their tongues intertwined, her chest heaving, her lower abdomen rising and falling, while Zhang Zijun's fingers simultaneously slipped inside her panties, exploring her already soaked mons pubis.

The secret garden, once visited only by her husband, was now intruded upon by another visitor. The conflicting emotions were quickly overwhelmed by intense pleasure. Yaqi's lower body was completely wet with her own secretions; her mind was so hazy that she completely forgot everything, so she gradually allowed Zhang Zijun to do as he pleased.

Yaqi arched her back, as if chasing Zhang Zijun's fingers, but the fingers lightly escaped. An overwhelming, intense pleasure stimulated Yaqi's most intimate parts, making her feel a burning, unbearable heat.

"Ah...ah...ah..."

A few drops of saliva clung to her parted lips as Yaqi gasped for breath, her thighs slick with moisture. The unbearable sensation made Yaqi gasp for air, finally bringing tears to her eyes.

When Zhang Zijun realized that Yaqi's eyes, mouth, and lips were completely wet, he breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that his long-awaited prey had finally yielded.

(The time had come!) Zhang Zijun suddenly went berserk, like a ravenous beast, forcefully tearing off her clothes, pulling off her bra, and removing her stockings...

Yaqi opened her watery eyes, watching him strip herself naked, offering no resistance.

Zhang Zijun quickly got up and removed his own clothes. His proud, previously confined penis, now freed, leaped out like a spring, its tip glistening with a thin stream of clear fluid that danced in the air.

Satisfied with his throbbing erection, Zhang Zijun lifted his body and pulled down Yaqi's underwear, which was arguably her last line of defense.

"Mmm!" Yaqi felt a sense of relief.

Zhang Zijun roughly inserted his finger, using his fingertip to open her labia, then, holding his penis, he thrust in forcefully. He couldn't take it anymore!

"Ahhh!..." As his hot penis penetrated deeply, Yaqi almost stopped breathing, and her already burning lips immediately began to tremble.

"Ah...I can't take it..." Zhang Zijun cried out as he felt the vaginal walls writhing and wrapping around his penis, his hips thrusting even more rhythmically.

The male member penetrating her lower body pounded again and again, gradually increasing the speed of his thrusts. Yaqi's moans grew more urgent as his engorged penis relentlessly raced through her narrow body.

Yaqi's eyes were tightly closed, her brows furrowed, her fingers gripping the man's arm, moving her lower abdomen up and down in rhythm with the thrusts...

Zhang Zijun grew increasingly excited. He suddenly shouted, not even knowing why, and sat up. Yaqi half-opened her eyes, and as Zhang Zijun sat up, she leaned back. Zhang Zijun leaned forward, and Yaqi's lower abdomen immediately thrust upward. Her legs were bent backward, her buttocks raised as high as possible, seemingly unwilling to separate their tightly joined lower bodies.

They were pressed together again, feeling as if they were on an airplane, the airplane flying upward, upward, flying as high as it could go, as if it had exceeded the limits of gravity.

Zhang Zijun felt Yaqi's body suddenly stop moving, and in that instant, he felt an unusual heat, an unusual tightness, an unusual sucking sensation.

Time seemed to stand still for a moment.

They both let out joyful cries, primal cries of joy, the joy every mature person yearns for, the joy brought about by humanity's most fundamental nature.

Moonlight sneaked in, lingering on their sweat-drenched bodies. The two, who had been wildly intertwined just moments before, were now completely still.

They had fallen asleep, naturally drifting off to sleep after experiencing the highest level of pleasure one could ever experience, in a state of extreme exhaustion.

In the morning, the dazzling sunlight pierced their eyes.

The pinkish-white curtains and the bright, clear glass windows reflected the vast expanse of greenery and sunlight outside. A newly arranged flower, perhaps a lily, adorned the white window frame.

When Yaqi forced herself to open her eyes, the first thing she saw was a chair beside the bed, and draped over the back of it was a pale white bra—one of her favorite pieces of underwear. She had bought it at a high price because of its delicate lace and embroidery.

Seeing the bra brought back a blur of memories for Yaqi. She vaguely remembered the passion of the previous night, the caressing hands, the erect penis, and the full, ardent kisses.

Yaqi suddenly realized, where was she? What time was it?

The fresh air cleared her head. Was the young man who had ridden her last night still beside her? But when she reached for her side, the pillow was empty.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, she saw her clothes scattered haphazardly in every corner of the room, strewn across the carpet and on the chair. The clothes weren't just his; some were clearly men's clothing.

Yaqi was beginning to remember what had happened yesterday.

The sheets were spotless, clearly changed, and there was no sweat or residue from their intimate moments.

Yaqi felt incredibly embarrassed, her face flushing as she thought about how she had allowed a man to wipe her body while she slept. She also felt a sweet warmth in her heart at Zhang Zijun's tenderness and care.

But then she quickly thought of someone: her husband, Zhaolin, and she was his wife.

Frowning, Yaqi couldn't help but blame herself for her indulgence, a wave of guilt and regret washing over her, the strong moral compass instilled in her since childhood washing over her.

Yaqi cupped her face in her hands, silently telling herself how could she have done something so immoral, especially since her husband hadn't wronged her; it was entirely her own indulgence.

(I can't do this anymore. I need to explain to Zhang Zijun that it was just an unintentional mistake, let it go, he… should understand. As for my husband… I absolutely can't let him know!)

Her inner reason told her that if she continued like this, something terrible would happen.

Finally calming herself down, Yaqi picked up her clothes and got out of bed.

Just as she was about to get dressed, the bathroom door opened, and Zhang Zijun walked in, a towel wrapped around his waist, humming as he entered.

"Ah!" Yaqi exclaimed, quickly grabbing the blanket to cover herself.

"Good morning, Yaqi. Did you sleep well? Want to sleep a little longer?"

His voice was deep and sexy, and hearing it made Yaqi's heart waver again.

Zhang Zijun unceremoniously untied the only towel he was wearing and tossed it towards Yaqi. As soon as Yaqi managed to free herself, Zhang Zijun was already sitting beside her.

"Sorry! Sorry! I didn't notice." Although his face was full of apology, his eyes revealed a smile.

Yaqi's heart raced. She turned her head away, closing her eyes, her shapely thighs exposed outside the sheets, trembling slightly.

What Yaqi saw was Zhang Zijun's large, firm male symbol, standing proudly erect between his legs, swaying back and forth as if showing off.

"You... hurry up... get dressed!"

"Oh, it's a natural reaction, every man does that after waking up in the morning..." Zhang Zijun chuckled, gently stroking Yaqi's thigh.

"I... I... know! Just hurry up and get dressed." Yaqi blushed and quickly shrank back.

"Okay. I'll go prepare breakfast. Do you want to take a shower? I'll wait for you outside."

He finished dressing and went out.

(I'll talk to him later, hoping he can understand!) Yaqi got up with a mix of anticipation and unease, gathering her clothes and getting dressed.

Stepping outside, she found Zhang Zijun preparing breakfast in the open kitchen. The delicious aroma wafted over, but Yaqi, preoccupied, had no appetite.

"I'm almost done. I've planned a whole bunch of activities after we eat. There are many scenic spots in Tamsui, so let's stroll along the Tamsui-Kinmen Highway all the way to Keelung. In the evening, we'll have some snacks at the temple entrance, and then..."

Zhang Zijun hurriedly took down a toasted loaf of bread. Breakfast was plentiful, with sandwiches, orange juice, and fried eggs on the table.

“No need, I want to go back,” Ya-Chi said firmly.

“Oh, is there no need to be in such a hurry?” A look of surprise flashed across her face.

Ya-Chi didn’t reply. She picked up her glass and sipped her juice, her expression serious as she looked down at the food on the table.

Zhang Zi-Jun watched, leaning slightly forward, his gaze locked on her eyes, making her feel pressured.

After a long while, he said, “Have some breakfast first, and I’ll take you home afterward.”

…

After breakfast, Zhang Zi-Jun drove Ya-Chi back to Taipei. The two didn’t speak the whole way, a silent atmosphere filling the car.

“I heard you and your husband had a fight?” Zhang Zi-Jun suddenly asked.

This question caught Ya-Chi off guard, and in her confusion, she could only answer truthfully.

“Well…no, it was just a little unpleasant thing, but it’s normal between husband and wife…”

“Oh, so last night was just a substitute for your loneliness? Or a tool to get revenge on your husband?”

The sudden, sharp question pierced her heart. Ya-Chi’s chest spasmed, and she opened her mouth to say something but couldn’t utter a sound.

"It's okay, I don't mind. I know last night was a beautiful mistake, right? Since it was a mistake, it shouldn't happen again, right?"

Zhang Zijun turned to Yaqi with a smile, his white teeth seeming to gleam in the sunlight.

Yaqi breathed a sigh of relief. She hadn't expected this young man, younger than her, to be so mature in handling matters of the heart. A huge weight had been lifted from her shoulders, and her affection for this understanding young man grew stronger.

"I really..."

"No need to say anything, I know everything. I'll be careful."

Zhang Zijun freed his right hand from the steering wheel and slowly but firmly pulled Yaqi close, kissing her left cheek.

Yaqi didn't resist, simply nestling into his arms.

Without any resistance, Zhang Zijun further adjusted her position, letting her rest her head on his lap, and unbuttoned her blouse so his hands could roam freely over Yaqi's hair and cleavage.

Yaqi curled up on the man's lap like a cat, her eyes closed, receiving the stimulation and trembling from his touch. The masculine scent emanating through the fabric gave her an unprecedented feeling of dizziness and comfort.

Not long ago, such actions would have only provoked her defensiveness and rejection. However, since he had already let go of the past, and this fleeting affair would end in a few minutes, she might as well enjoy it!

By the time he patted her buttocks, reminding her to sit properly, the car had arrived in Taipei and was waiting at a red light.

"I still don't know where you live?"

"Oh." Ya-qi sat up straight, noticing the motorcyclist next to her staring wide-eyed at her exposed breasts.

Blushing, Ya-qi quickly sat up and put on her clothes, glancing at her watch; it was almost noon. "Let's have lunch first! This time it's my treat," Ya

-qi said with a smile. For Ya-qi now, the past 24 hours had been the boldest, most passionate, and most exciting day of her life. However, for Yaqi, this was the beginning of a tragic ordeal, as a series of nightmares followed. If she could start over, she would undoubtedly make different choices. But it was too late; the gears of fate had already begun to turn. "Really don't want me to take you home?" Yaqi didn't want him to know her address, smiling and shaking her head in refusal. Zhang Zijun's reluctant expression stirred something within her. The car still showed no sign of starting, his sorrowful eyes continuing to gaze at the beautiful woman standing on the sidewalk. After impatient urging from other cars, the expensive sedan slowly glided away, merging into the rumbling traffic. Watching Zhang Zijun leave, Yaqi turned and walked, strolling along the street, pondering that night, that wild night. Her parents and teachers had always taught her fidelity in marriage, which allowed her to finally suppress her impulses and desires after experiencing such physical pleasure. But now, Yaqi found a trace of self-loathing. As her thoughts gradually cleared, Yaqi was startled to realize that the intense desire she felt that night was unprecedented. Without the alluring fragrance of flowers, there would be no bees! Her cherished love had kept Yaqi steadfast in her defenses against suitors since she was young, even her beloved husband only allowing her to touch her most private and profound spot on their wedding night. Before that, allowing a man to lightly touch her breasts through her clothes was the greatest audacity. But after last night's actions, this proud adherence seemed so arrogant. "What should I do, this sinful woman?!" Yaqi muttered to herself, several passersby stopping to stare at her. Shame, self-reproach, escapism, and repression washed over her like waves, engulfing her. ... Not far behind, a man on a motorcycle watched, his pen moving rapidly across his notebook. "2:33 PM, left A's car, driving without any particular purpose." The notebook was filled with descriptions of time, people, and locations. Stroking his stubble, the man stared at the slender figure in the distance, a satisfied smile spreading across his face. He closed his notebook, turned the accelerator, and sped away. ... Yaqi sighed, glancing across the street at a bus picking up passengers. " Go home first." Yaqi strolled onto the overpass, heading towards the bus stop. An elderly couple blocked her way down the steps. Unable to bypass them, she stopped. The elderly couple, the woman holding the man's arm, walked slowly down the steps, one on each side. Suddenly, Yaqi remembered her husband Zhaolin's words when he proposed: "Holding your hand, we'll grow old together." Zhaolin's shy smile was vivid in her mind. " How foolish of me, still worrying!" A sudden surge of emotion brought tears to Yaqi's eyes. She no longer hesitated. The mutual support of the elderly couple showed her what she needed to hold onto: those clasped hands were forever, that was true love. ... " Oh , when did you get back?!" Yaqi exclaimed in surprise as she entered the room, her heart pounding for no apparent reason. "I just got back this afternoon. I finished up some things over there early and came back right away," Zhaolin said, lounging on the sofa in the living room, remote control in hand, staring at the screen. "I...I...I went to the department store this morning, I didn't expect you to...come back. I'm going to buy...um...some clothes. Do you want lunch? There's some...dumplings in the fridge, I'll go..." Yaqi stammered, feeling guilty. "No need!" Zhaolin turned around, a stiff smile on his face. From the moment Yaqi glanced at him as she entered, she dared not look him in the eye again. Hearing his reply, she hurriedly lowered her head and went into the bedroom like a child who had done something wrong. "I... I'll change my clothes first. Would you like some fruit? I'll peel some for you later. Oh, I'm going to the supermarket to buy groceries later." The sudden situation left Yaqi's mind a jumbled mess. Her original plan to have a proper heart-to-heart talk with her husband after he returned home had to be abandoned for now. Hearing his wife's voice from the bedroom, Zhaolin turned around, frantically switching channels, his face as cold as ice. It was nearly midnight. Yaqi, having showered, came out of the bathroom. The bedroom lights were off, only a nightlight was on. Zhaolin was lying on the bed, whether asleep or not was unknown. Opening the wardrobe, Yaqi picked out a bra to put on. The deep white silk bra had a yellowish tinge under the dim nightlight. The blouse was trimmed with heavy lace, at the hem, the high slit, and the neckline. It was collarless and sleeveless, with only two strips of fabric forming shoulder straps. The delicate, openwork lace occasionally revealed glimpses of cleavage, making parts of the breasts appear and disappear. As for whether the whole thing would be visible? Oh, no! Not at all. The dense, soft satin was the best concealment; nothing could be discerned by sight alone. Yaqi slowly put on the blouse, exuding a voluptuous sexiness with every movement, and even struck a pose in front of the mirror. This kind of proactive provocation was a first for Yaqi. Peeking at her husband's reaction in the mirror, she saw no movement; her husband on the bed remained silent, ignoring her actions. Slightly disappointed, Yaqi took a deep breath, then rolled onto the bed and lay down beside her husband.

"A quarrel at the head of the bed is resolved at the foot of the bed," Yaqi thought, hoping to break the deadlock between them. However, it seemed to have no effect; her husband remained silent, just as cold as he had been for the past few months.

Feeling futile, she simply turned over and prepared to sleep. Her original plan to tell Jiazhen that she would take the day off to spend time with her husband was now abandoned.

Night fell, the sun temporarily lost its heat, a cool breeze blew gently, and the room was quiet except for the ticking of the bedside clock.

She couldn't sleep! The rhythmic movement of the second hand filled Yaqi's mind. She lay with her eyes wide open, unable to sleep, only feeling the long, continuous, seemingly endless, jumbled sound.

Yaqi felt suffocated, her mind racing. The more she tried to avoid thinking about it, the more the image occupied her mind.

Yaqi felt terrified; she was thinking about another man beside her husband.

What was wrong with her? Yaqi asked herself.

The passion had come so quickly, sweeping over her like a tidal wave.

During those moments together, Yaqi was completely immersed in a hazy, intense love, with only a sliver of consciousness remaining to perceive her sinking deeper. Undeniably, upon first meeting Zhang Zijun, she was captivated by his fresh, natural, and sunny disposition.

Yaqi felt as if she were in a dream, as if it were unreal and unbelievable. It wasn't that she had never loved before; her memories of her courtship with her husband were still vivid. But never before had a man led her to that state of ecstasy like Zhang Zijun.

It hadn't been long since she left Zhang Zijun's body; the prolonged, intense entanglement and impact still left a lingering, dull feeling on her lower body, as if that purely physical satisfaction had returned.

Just imagining it made Yaqi feel languid and languid. Her physical desires, lurking deep within her, had remained unknown throughout her many years as a woman, only becoming acutely apparent after her passionate encounter with Zhang Zijun.

…

Ah!?

A shiver brought Yaqi back to her senses. A large, rough hand slowly moved across Yaqi's neck, and she immediately realized who it was.

Yaqi's shoulder was slightly exposed, her breasts soft. Zhaolin's hand moved from gentle caresses to kneading, from kneading to rubbing.

His body pressed tightly against Yaqi, his hot palm and light nibbling kisses sending waves of pleasure through her body, beyond physical contact.

"Mmm…"

Yaqi's breathing quickened, a blush rose to her cheeks, and fine beads of sweat appeared all over her body, soaking her shirt. A tingling pleasure spread throughout Yaqi's body.

The moonlight shone through the window, vaguely illuminating Yaqi's fair skin. Stimulated by sight and touch, Zhaolin's body was like a huge train, slowly starting to move.

The rumbling sound reflected his rapid heartbeat, and Yaqi vaguely felt the erect tip rubbing against her back. However, he had no intention of going all the way in; he was simply enjoying it all.

Zhaolin's hand moved from Yaqi's plump inner thigh towards her most sensitive area, gently slipping along the pubic bone below her slender abdomen.

A woman's mind is the most complex, as is her physiology; layers upon layers conceal countless secrets.

Passionate desire stimulated Yaqi, waves of stimulation washing over her. Her lips were the first point of contact, then her vagina, then her clitoris, finally reaching her uterus.

Through Zhaolin's touch, Yaqi reacted strongly; she moaned, she writhed, and secreted a moist fluid.

A strange scent filled the small room, an aroma emanating from primal animal instincts.

Yes, it was a courtship signal.

Yaqi turned around and began to explore her husband's muscular body in the same way. Zhaolin was watching her, but strangely, there was no fire burning in his eyes.

Yaqi didn't realize that since returning home, she had never dared to look him in the eye again. Under his gaze, Yaqi lowered her head shyly, about to whisper words of love to her husband, when suddenly, his engorged penis released itself in her hand.

"It won't be that soon, will it?" A concerned question slipped from Yaqi's lips.

She quickly realized she shouldn't have asked, but it was too late. With a swift movement, Zhaolin left her without hesitation.

Filled with remorse, Yaqi leaned closer, whispering her grievances in her husband's ear, gently trying to win him back, while simultaneously using her seductive charm to rekindle his desire. It

was all in vain. No matter how much Yaqi teased him, Zhaolin remained unresponsive, and their relationship returned to the estrangement of their cold war.

Frustrated, Yaqi returned to the other side of the bed. Looking at her husband's back, she felt a burning, rapid heartbeat, a deep, unsettling heat still lingering within her.

She felt a void!

Yaqi gasped for breath. Unable to suppress it any longer, she got up and went back into the bathroom, hoping to extinguish the heat with a shower. The water poured over her head, making her feel much better.

But the thirst still burned within her. She had to be satisfied; she craved complete fulfillment.

The forceful flow of water pounded against her lower abdomen. Yaqi closed her eyes and fantasized, waves of pleasure washing over her. She pressed her hand to her chest, trying to extinguish the flames of desire within.

An image of a man echoed in her mind; she could only bite her lip to prevent the name from escaping her lips.

That predatory kiss! That rough entry! That unique rhythm! That breathtaking pleasure!

Finally, in the final moment of pleasure, the name escaped her tightly closed lips and was whispered:

"Ah, Zijun!"

The second hand ticked, time passing slowly. Yaqi crouched in a corner of the bathroom, feeling herself calming down, the heat gradually fading.

But instead of satisfaction, regret followed! A drop of water slid down Yaqi's cheek; was it water from the shower, or a tear?

Back in the room, her husband lay on the other side of the bed, perhaps asleep, perhaps still awake. Yaqi lay in bed, listening intently to the stillness of the night. Late sleep and tears had left her head feeling swollen and heavy, her ears ringing as if blocked.

Looking at the broad back beside her, a strange feeling welled up inside her, sweet memories of the past flooding back…

It was a rainy spring night, and the two were strolling in the city center near the memorial hall. The rain came and went; it was late spring, and although the temperature was gradually rising, it still carried a chill. Yaqi felt a coldness against her skin from the thin silk fabric.

In the pavilion of the memorial hall, the two sat side by side, silently gazing at the starry sky. When Zhaolin reached out and pulled her into his arms, the tall, strong shoulders he leaned on, the warm hand caressing her back, warmed Yaqi's heart…

…

When she realized that tears were obscuring her vision, her eyes were blurred, and she didn't know when the tears had started.

She rubbed her eyes, first feeling a sense of relief, as if a heavy burden had been lifted, then a sudden fear gripped Zhang Yaqi.

The thought of seeing that sunny smile again in the future filled her with trepidation.

Having grown up in a carefree environment, Ya-Chi was finally experiencing true worry.

...

The monthly departmental meeting was held in the company's conference room. The conference table, several meters long, occupied most of the floor of the Taipei East District building. Usually, these routine meetings became mere formalities, and this one was no exception.

A robust, elderly man, clearly a leader, was giving a long and eloquent speech. Those closer to him listened attentively, nodding occasionally in agreement, while those further away, seemingly oblivious to the situation, were preoccupied with their own thoughts—some daydreaming, some napping, and some even holding mini-meetings.

Yaqi sat at one end opposite Zhang Zijun, her heart pounding, a restless energy coursing through her body. That dreamlike feeling had returned. Yet, Yaqi sat quietly, composed, elegant, and beautiful. Occasionally, when his gaze fell upon her, a mysterious smile would appear on her face; Yaqi's exterior remained as indifferent as a stone statue.

"Ahem! Ahem!" After the chairman cleared his throat a few times, the small disturbance subsided, and everyone looked towards the company's sole boss.

The chairman surveyed the room and smiled with satisfaction.

"Finally, I have an announcement regarding a personnel change. I've decided to promote Zhang Zijun from the Business Department to Deputy Manager and send him to the US branch to assist in business expansion. He's an outstanding young talent, I know..."

Before he could finish, a commotion erupted from below, the most surprised being Yaqi.

"Really? He won't even last a year..."

"Hmph, it's all because his father and Old Dong are old friends."

"So lucky! I've worked here for so long and..."

Like a marketplace, the attendees whispered amongst themselves, envy and jealousy filling the air.

There was also a sense of loss, a deep disappointment in Yaqi's heart. Although she knew their relationship couldn't continue, the thought of never seeing him again filled her with an indescribable feeling of unease.

Back in the office after the meeting, a commotion erupted. Almost everyone... or rather, the "women"... rushed to Zhang Zijun's side. He was busy dealing with the noisy questions from the women around him.

"You're really something..."

"Oh dear! You're treating us now."

...

Flattering and coquettish laughter filled the air, making the area around Zhang Zijun the most densely populated area of women in the building.

As for the male colleagues? Based on the principle of opposites repelling each other, and given that Zhang Zijun monopolized the attention of all the women in the office, of course no one paid him any attention! At this moment, a few neglected males were scattered in the cubicle, oblivious to the laughter and commotion outside, their faces serious, snorting through their nostrils.

Only Yaqi walked indifferently back to her seat.

"When are you going to report to the United States?"

"The chairman wants me to report as soon as possible, so I'm leaving next week."

"So soon! Then we'll hold a farewell party for you this Saturday."

The voices reached her ears, and although Yaqi pretended not to care, her chaotic thoughts, unquenchable desires, and restless heart not only wouldn't leave, but instead became increasingly troubled, completely dominating her emotions.

Actually, Zhang Zijun went to work abroad not because of ambition, but to escape trouble. A few weeks ago, a heavily pregnant young woman rang his doorbell, crying and accusing his parents of abandoning him after seducing him.

Although he managed to resolve the matter, his father was furious. In the end, it was only thanks to the doting of his mother and aunt that the matter was resolved peacefully, on the condition that he leave and avoid all the trouble.

This was also one of the reasons why he couldn't wait to get close to Yaqi, observing her every move and eager to have his way with her.

And he finally succeeded in seducing Yaqi.

Looking at the pretty and charming faces around him, Zhang Zijun slowly pondered, preparing to choose one for his last tender moment before leaving. However, when he caught a glimpse of Yaqi's seat out of the corner of his eye, remembering the intoxicating pleasure he had felt, he unconsciously licked his dry lips. He had made up his mind!

...

"What's wrong? You look so lost. Don't want him to leave?" Jiazhen asked with a half-smile.

"Nothing, um... I didn't eat breakfast, so I'm not feeling well," Yaqi made up an excuse.

"Oh," Jiazhen didn't press further. After a while, she asked probingly,

"By the way, didn't your husband go to the mainland? Is he back yet?"

"He came back the day before yesterday. What's wrong?"

"No, just asking." Jiazhen's eyes flickered.

"Tomorrow is your birthday. I wonder how your husband will celebrate with you. Sigh, this unwanted old spinster, I have to spend my birthday alone every year. Only some annoying flies buzz around my ears, it's so annoying, so depressing." Jiazhen muttered aggrievedly.

Birthday!? This week, I've been troubled by my affair with Zhang Zijun for so long, I've been in a daze, and I even forgot my own birthday.

Zhaolin probably won't celebrate with me either!

A bitter expression flashed across her face, but Jiazhen saw it, her half-smile seeming to be gloating, or perhaps she was making up her mind.

The next day.

The office was as dull and busy as usual in the morning, until a deliveryman walked in carrying a large bouquet of flowers.

Instantly, everyone's eyes were drawn to it, especially the female colleagues, whose hearts pounded with anticipation and fear of being the lucky one.

"Excuse me, is this Ms. Zhang Yaqi? Please sign for this, thank you."

As the dust settled, the previously lively atmosphere cooled, and everyone thought, "So it's today's birthday girl." "

Is it for me? Could it be Zhaolin?"

Yaqi wondered in surprise, but also with a surge of joy.

The white envelope had no stamp, and was addressed to "Ms. Zhang Yaqi," along with a small gift box.

She gently opened the letter with a paper cutter and pulled out the card inside.

"Let's not disturb their sweet time together. We'll interrogate her properly when we celebrate Yaqi's birthday at noon," Jiazhen said with a smile.

The female colleagues who had been watching reluctantly returned to their seats, especially Manager Liao, who stood not far away with a sour expression.

Yaqi smiled slightly, grateful for Jiazhen's thoughtfulness.

The letter, written in a dark blue fountain pen, without looking up, simply read:

"I should let you know how much I miss you. I know your life is miserable, and that pains me deeply. My love has received no reward, making my heart even more bitter. I've tossed and turned countless nights.

That Sunday night, standing on the balcony overlooking the view, I felt I had wasted such a beautiful night. I should have traveled with you to every beach, leaving behind our laughter, so that future generations, occasionally pausing in the shade, could feel the joy we once shared. I miss you so deeply."

It ended with: "P.S. Tomorrow will be the last day I see you. I'll wait for you here after work, just the two of us. I'll wait."

Yaqi's mouth dropped open. It wasn't from her husband!

This was…!

Yaqi's hands trembled slightly as she opened the gift wrapping. It was an earring. She recognized it; it was the same one she had helped Zhang Zijun choose.

She stood up and looked around. Zhang Zijun was facing her, talking to someone else. When he met Yaqi's gaze,

he nodded and smiled slightly. With his baby face, he still seemed to possess a youthful innocence, although that wasn't actually the case at all.

After that night, the overwhelming, frenzied intensity made the so-called "orgasms" she experienced with her husband seem like mere ripples, not worth a laugh.

"Danger..." The word flashed through Yaqi's mind.

On her way home, filled with unease, Ya-qi harbored a secret hope: that her husband would stop her! Just seeing Zhao-lin once would prevent her from falling deeper into this mess. But

…

when Ya-qi returned home, she found a note on the table, its handwriting crooked and illegible:

"An emergency has occurred at the company in mainland China. I'm going back to handle it. I'll be back in a week."

So while I was worrying, you were busy as bees, just for work.

Not even a phone call, just a note and you're gone! You've been

angry with me ever since, just trying to earn more money, you don't care about me at all. The more she

thought about it, the angrier she became. Fine

, I've made up my mind! Tomorrow is the weekend, and no one wants to work overtime
.

The huge office is empty except for Zhang Zijun. He'd been observing Zhang Yaqi's reactions throughout the day, but she seemed no different than usual. She didn't react strangely to him, nor did

she mention their appointment. Seeing her leave the office at the end of the day, Zhang Zijun was a little disappointed, but he trusted himself.

He'd wait a little longer.

It was already eight o'clock, and Zhang Zijun listlessly spent the time online.

"Still here? Are you hungry?"

Zhang Zijun was overjoyed. He turned around and saw Yaqi walking towards him, carrying some things.

"I brought coffee and apple pie, let's fill our stomachs."

He remembered that Yaqi had worn a very formal work suit today: a thin, beige wool suit skirt with a delicate white scarf tied in a bow at the neckline. Her legs, encased in flesh-colored stockings, had beautiful curves, and her black high heels were a perfect match. Her hair was neatly pulled back, displaying the elegance of a working woman.

He hadn't expected Yaqi to appear with such a completely different charm. Her long, jet-black hair was neatly combed and flowed down her back, appearing elegant and dynamic. Her purple blouse, though opaque, was thin and form-fitting, outlining the beautiful lines of her chest.

The highlight of her outfit was her long, flowing silk skirt, its dynamic sway exuding a thousand charms. Although it concealed her long, beautiful legs, a small section of her fair, pink calves still revealed their graceful curves.

And then there was that earring.

Zhang Zijun was stunned. Time seemed to freeze at that moment.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Yaqi said, feigning a slight smile.

"No, you're just so beautiful… The earring really suits you. Do you like it?"

"Is there something you wanted to ask me to stay?" Yaqi didn't answer directly, only offering a faint smile.

"Nothing… I'll be leaving you soon… I'm a little reluctant… I wanted to talk more." Zhang Zijun replied slowly.

"What's there to be reluctant about?" Yaqi asked playfully. His shyness made her want to tease him, leaving Zhang Zijun flustered.

Seeing his blushing face, Yaqi giggled and handed him coffee.

What a lucky day!

Zhang Zijun was overjoyed.

The two chatted and laughed in the office, discussing light topics and office gossip, tacitly avoiding the passionate night, and their conversation remained free of provocation.

"I heard… Mr. Chen went to invest in mainland China, is that right?" Zhang Zijun suddenly asked.

Yaqi didn't answer, turning her head to drink her coffee.

"Yaqi, won't your family object if you go out tonight?" Zhang Zijun continued to probe.

Upon hearing this, she trembled slightly, as if suddenly struck by a blow, though only briefly.

"No, he went to mainland China again," Yaqi said quietly, the atmosphere becoming somewhat heavy.

Zhang Zijun regretted his lack of tact, but he was certain that tonight was a good time…

"Want to see the night view? It's in the conference room."

"Okay," Yaqi readily agreed.

The two went to the conference room, which had a large expanse of transparent glass facing the Taipei cityscape. Zhang Zijun deliberately turned on only a few dim, yellow lights, which cast a peacock-yellow halo on the ivory-white walls, making the room seem dreamlike.

It was a weekend evening, and the streets were already bustling with people and cars. The neon lights of the shops and buildings were lit, and the streetlights and car headlights flashed busily.

The noise couldn't penetrate the heavy curtains, and Yaqi and Zhang Zijun watched quietly.

Zhang Zijun knew his opportunity had come, and he couldn't let it slip by. So he slowly moved closer to her, and Yaqi, noticing him, tensed up.

"I'd like to ask you to dance."

"Here?" Yaqi asked in surprise.

Before Yaqi could agree, Zhang Zijun was already humming a tune, putting his hand on her shoulder, and leading her in slow, graceful steps.

At first, Yaqi just found it funny, but soon she joined in. As the music progressed, Yaqi's arms on Zhang Zijun's shoulders gradually relaxed, and she gently embraced him.

Zhang Yaqi leaned towards Zhang Zijun, her mind still racing with a semblance of self-control. But this man's embrace was so comforting, his smile so intoxicating; why not succumb once more, without a care in the world? Yaqi couldn't suppress her own desire, imagining the feeling of his embrace, his touch, his weight.

A song ended, but Yaqi still held onto Zhang Zijun's shoulders and arms until he wrapped his arms around her from behind, whispering in her ear:

"Do you remember that night? Your breasts were so small and tight, holding me so tightly, so comfortably, making me…"

Zhang Zijun's tone was normal, his words devoid of vulgarity or ambiguity. It wasn't until he finished most of his sentence that Yaqi suddenly understood his meaning. She hadn't expected that such ordinary speech could contain such erotic language, and such a strange, stimulating sensation.

She sank into a frenzy, letting him caress her, gradually moving from her arms, cheeks, behind her ears to her red lips. She agreed to let him remove her bra straps, allowing him to enter her soft satin lingerie.

The gentle caresses stimulated her, and Yaqi, under his gaze

, lowered her head slightly shyly. But she let him see her, her heavily lace-trimmed satin blouse, and her full, soft, rounded breasts. Zhang Zijun's light, rhythmic breath brushed against Yaqi's earlobe, like a lit fuse, burning inch by inch throughout her body—itchy, stimulating, and provocative.

After an unknown amount of time, when their close bodies parted, Yaqi finally regained her senses. She saw Zhang Zijun skillfully opening his clothes, revealing his body, standing neatly dressed.

Yaqi allowed him to guide her hand to touch him, performing the actions he requested. Yaqi quickly felt the man's arousal; the powerful expression of his masculine instincts made her lower her head, gazing in bewilderment at everything in her hands.

"So big!" she murmured, confused.

The sorrow of the past few days welled up in her heart. After today, she would never see him again, let alone hold him

in her hands now. Amidst this tangled mix of emotions, Yaqi gazed down at it, lost in thought. Then, a pair of strong, powerful arms pressed down on her shoulders.

She understood what he wanted.

Slowly bending down, he guided her firmly with his hands, until finally her lips touched his erect member

. Yaqi closed her eyes, and then… “Ohh ...

Two red cherry lips instantly swallowed the entire erection, fearlessly sliding directly to the hair at the base, then slowly sliding out.

"Ah!...Ah!..." Only soft moans escaped.

At this moment, the door slowly opened a crack and stopped, as if something was outside. The object didn't enter but simply stood at the doorway, oblivious to the two lost in passion.

Yaqi, who had been squatting, changed position after a while, kneeling down to its height. Her kneeling posture further enhanced Zhang Zijun's imposing presence.

He no longer restrained himself, wanting only to let the feeling of conquest flow and explode within him. As the pleasure was about to reach its peak, Zhang Zijun cupped Yaqi's face, making her deeply engulf him, and began to thrust wildly in her mouth...

"Mmm, mmm!~~~~~"

Yaqi felt the object in her mouth swelling more and more. She knew the moment of impact was approaching, and hurriedly tried to turn her head away, but the hands holding her head wouldn't let go.

It's coming!!!

"Ohhhhhh!" "Gurglehhhh!" they both cried out simultaneously.

Strong, powerful spasms, gushing streams of hot fluid, extreme pleasure and the peak of carnal desire—all found complete and utter release in Yaqi's mouth at that moment!

"Cough! Cough!...Ugh..." Tears welled in Yaqi's eyes.

She knelt on the ground, her brow furrowed. The final thrust had made her throat choke, and Yaqi began coughing and vomiting. White, cloudy semen dripped from the corners of her mouth, forming thin threads on her chin, and then onto her cleavage.

Looking at her flushed, contorted face, Zhang Zijun experienced another strange climax. Satisfied, he stared at her round, firm buttocks, wondering whether he should pull her to the sofa to continue enjoying her, or...

"Yaqi." He knelt down and reached out to help her up, but she pushed him away forcefully.

She was a little angry!

Zhang Zijun could only stand by and watch.

After vomiting for a while, Yaqi felt much better and silently stood up and walked out.

"I...I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to," Zhang Zijun kept apologizing behind her.

Yaqi went back to her office, took out some tissues to wipe the filth from her hands, and tossed him a box.

"Go clean yourself!"

She smiled slightly, her eyelashes fluttering, looking incredibly alluring.

Phew!

Zhang Zijun thought the show could proceed again.

"Splash! Splash!"

In the dressing room, Yaqi was washing her hands with water. Thinking of the fishy smell in her mouth, her chest clenched again, and the urge to vomit surged to her head.

In an era where sexual liberation was all the rage, Yaqi wasn't a little girl anymore. Although she was well aware of the changes in sex, this first experience still left her at a loss. Especially since Zhang Zijun's skilled attitude and technique were so different from his appearance, Yaqi felt a little deceived.

Her husband had once asked for the same oral sex, but she hadn't let him ejaculate in her mouth. Yaqi refused, thinking it was dirty...filthy, and heartless, something only prostitutes did.

She never imagined she would be with a man other than her husband...and in the office! Yaqi felt herself becoming more and more like a wanton woman.

Oh well, who cares? Today I'm a beautiful, bad woman!

Yaqi thought to herself.

Physical urges overwhelmed all reason; that kind of pleasure, different from intercourse, made her cheeks burn again, even her ears felt hot.

"Men," Yaqi spat.

Sigh, who knows what tricks they'll pull later.

After tidying herself up, Yaqi, her cheeks flushed, appeared quite relaxed as she walked out of the dressing room.

A pair of small eyes watched her leave from behind the toilet stall, a satisfied smile on the face of the person inside.
...

Zhang Zijun was wiping the bright red lipstick marks remaining on his lower body with tissue paper, a smug smile on his face.

"Are you all done?" Yaqi walked in with a smile.

“Okay, okay. I’ve also cleared up the meeting room…” Zhang Zijun hurriedly zipped up his pants.

Yaqi glanced down, her eyes seemingly mocking.

“It’s so cold, let’s go to the hot springs!” Zhang Zijun suggested. Actually, he had already planned today’s itinerary for

the upcoming cold snap, and soaking in the hot springs was indeed a good idea.

Yaqi didn’t respond. She

tacitly agreed.

…

Driving to Beitou, Zhang Zijun asked,

“After soaking in the hot springs, we can rest well.” He added casually, “If you don’t want to stay overnight, you can check out of the room.”

“Oh, so you’ve planned everything. You’ve arranged everything so perfectly, just waiting for me to take the bait, haven’t you?”

“I didn’t… I…” Zhang Zijun was speechless under the questioning.

Yaqi leaned close to his ear and whispered, "You little rascal."

He laughed, barely able to contain his excitement.

The car arrived at a Japanese-style inn halfway up the mountain. As soon as they stepped off the driveway, stone steps led to a meticulously manicured Japanese garden. Small ponds surrounded fine white gravel, planted with pine and osmanthus trees. In autumn and winter, the osmanthus blossoms released a delicate, ethereal fragrance. Yaqi inhaled; first came the osmanthus scent, then the smell of sulfur.

The exquisitely crafted Japanese architecture, coupled with the quiet, secluded corridors leading to the girls' school, suggested a focus on privacy. Clearly, this was a members-only inn catering only to Japanese guests or regulars; ordinary people without connections couldn't enter.

Yaqi glanced at the clock on the counter; it was almost midnight. Descending a few stone steps, the cold night was even more chilly in the hot spring area. In the hazy, damp dew, Zhang Zijun took Yaqi's hand.

“Come on, I’ll take you.”

At the counter, Zhang Zijun expertly asked for a room in the west wing. The madam, clearly very familiar with Zhang Zijun, replied with a smile,

“Yes, yes, yes, just finished cleaning!”

Walking through the winding wooden corridor, the paper door opened, and Yaqi exclaimed in surprise.

The other side of the tatami room faced a courtyard. A low, Japanese-style garden lamp cast a soft glow on a vibrant red cherry tree in full bloom. The old cherry tree had many branches, and the flowers were at their peak, a tree of red blossoms clustered together like a dream from which one could not easily wake.

He entered the room and immediately began to kiss her. Although Yaqi closed her eyes, she still seemed to see that hazy, boundless sea of red flowers before her. He kissed her and began to remove her clothes.

“Wait…wait a minute, let’s soak in the hot spring first, shall we?” Yaqi pushed him away. Zhang Zijun led her to a small room with a hot spring pool. They both soaked in the water, and he whispered in her ear, his words muffled and indistinct,

"Should we get someone to give us a massage?"

Zhang Yaqi's heart skipped a beat. The rumors she'd often heard about young women undressing for massages and overnight services made her hesitate slightly. However, the intense heat of the hot spring seemed to induce a different kind of dizziness; everything in the hydrogen cyanide vapor seemed to hold endless possibilities.

"It's just a regular massage therapist, but his skills are excellent,"

Yaqi nodded gently in comfortable relaxation. While waiting, Yaqi almost immediately regretted her earlier decision, but her excited mood still made her want to try something new.

After about half an hour, the madam brought in a middle-aged blind woman.

"Sorry to keep you waiting," the madam said politely.

"I specially called this really skilled masseuse." She paused, glancing at Yaqi beside her.

"Miss, perhaps you'd like a massage too?"

"I don't want to." The thought of a stranger touching her body filled Yaqi with uncleanliness and disgust, so she hesitated.

Zhang Zijun smiled, casually pulling out a thousand yuan. The madam beamed and thanked him profusely before leaving.

He massaged her naked, lying there while the blind woman's hands roamed over his body, his hands slipping inside her bathrobe to caress her tenderly and provocatively.

Although she tried to remain silent, the blind woman clearly knew what was happening, remaining focused on her work. Under the bright lights, even knowing the masseuse was blind, Yaqi still felt shy and uneasy.

Zhang Zijun then led the way, starting with caresses and gradually demanding that Yaqi perform various actions so he could look at her, or make it easier for him to lie down and kiss her body.

Yaqi initially hesitated, but gradually became more submissive, actively engaging and seducing him. Sometimes she would sit on him, sometimes she would move away, teasing him only with her feet. Zhang Zijun, lying down and restricted by the massage therapist, could not move and could only let Yaqi do as she pleased. Even though a third person was present, because she couldn't see them, it was as if they didn't truly exist. Especially since, no matter how unrestrained she was, Yaqi still had to avoid making a sound and be extremely careful not to touch the blind woman, which gave Yaqi a different kind of passionate and stimulating feeling.

The massage therapist continued her work, massaging Zhang Zijun's shoulders and neck downwards, moving from one side to the other, and occasionally stretching his joints.

Finally, Zhang Zijun spoke to the blind woman to leave.

Before the slow-moving blind girl could even feel her way out the door with her cane, Zhang Zijun rolled over and pinned Yaqi down.

"Don't be so hasty!"

From her supine position, Yaqi saw the red cherry blossoms under the nightlight, their branches blooming vibrantly against the grey sky. Yaqi knew she would disregard everything.

Zhang Zijun picked Yaqi up; she curled up in his arms. He kicked open the paper door and carried her into the inner room.

As soon as they entered, Zhang Zijun gently tossed Yaqi onto the prepared quilt. She let out a soft gasp of surprise; a snow-white, plump body lay before her.

Zhang Zijun's hand pulled off her bathrobe and immediately began to forcefully pinch and tease her nipples. Yaqi tilted her head back, her mouth slightly open, and grabbed Zhang Zijun's arm, breathing heavily.

Zhang Zijun squeezed harder, and Yaqi's delicate body writhed. Zhang Zijun lowered his head and bit her shoulder.

"Ah! No...don't..." Yaqi pleaded.

Her firm breasts trembled gently with the rise and fall of her snow-white chest. It was a body that any man would want to cherish and caress, but Zhang Zijun mercilessly pinched her breasts. His fingers were so strong and powerful that they sank deep into Yaqi's full breasts, making her nipples protrude beyond his fingers.

Yaqi gasped weakly, her whole body feeling like it was on fire.

Actually, Zhang Zijun didn't like this method. He felt that making love with a woman should be a pleasant experience, not physical abuse. But when he thought that he might never be able to enjoy such a beauty again, what could he do?

Besides indulging his desire, he couldn't care less about pity.

Yaqi gasped for breath, her head swaying from side to side on the bed. Her hair was disheveled, half-obscuring her delicate and beautiful face, and her nipples were gradually hardening.

Zhang Zijun held her for a full minute before releasing her, leaving two deep red handprints on her snow-white breasts.

Looking at his clean and handsome face, now displaying a domineering and savage expression, the intense pleasure made Yaqi's soul drift away.

"Kiss me," her voice was hoarse, hoarse from passion.

"You didn't say 'please,'"

Yaqi coaxed, uttering indistinct words from her cherry lips: "Please, please..."

Zhang Zijun kissed her forcefully, his tongue relentlessly invading, tracing her lips, nose, and cheeks. He bit her earlobe, tugging at it, his breath becoming heavy, leaving bright red hickeys on her neck. Then the next stop was her breasts, her gradually narrowing waist, and then a kiss on her navel, as if drawing a period.

Zhang Zijun lifted himself up, a half-smile on his face, and stopped moving. Yaqi's round, full buttocks swayed gently, her jade-like legs slightly parted, her slender waist twisting, which made Zhang Zijun's blood boil!

She wanted to get up, but Zhang Zijun pushed her down forcefully, making her lie back on the bed. Zhang Zijun grabbed Yaqi's feet, pressing down on her two jade-like legs with force, his chest pressing tightly against her legs, as if he wanted to break her body in two.

Yaqi, who was quite flexible, could not withstand such contortion and could only raise her buttocks to comply. This was the first time she had been in such an obscene position.

She had just whispered "Don't do this..." when she suddenly felt soft hair rubbing against her thighs. Before she could react, Zhang Zijun's wet tongue crossed the dense forest, following the folds, and snaked inside.

"Ugh... ah..."

Yaqi shook her head weakly, trying to get rid of the tingling and itchy feeling that Zhang Zijun was giving her. Soon, she felt a warmth in her lower abdomen, which wet her thighs and slowly dripped down the sheets.

The moment of impact was approaching!

Suddenly, her legs, which had been gripped, were pulled wide apart. Zhang Zijun brushed away the pubic hair from her mouth, then straddled Yaqi's buttocks, his erect penis swirling around her vulva, slowly and forcefully...

"Ahhhhhh..." A soul-stirring moan escaped her lips.

The tight resistance made Zhang Zijun, caught up in passion, slow his movements.

"...It's okay...relax, relax..." He didn't pull out, letting his penis remain tightly held.

He gently licked Yaqi's toes, distracting her temporarily. Only when her resistance was less pronounced did powerful rhythmic movements resume.

Yaqi's legs kicked, emitting cries, but Zhang Zijun pressed her legs even tighter, her beautiful, slender legs almost touching her chest.

A fine layer of sweat beaded on her body, and Zhang Zijun's fingers caressed every inch of her legs, leaving deep finger marks.

Yaqi let out cries of pleasure and pain without restraint, her jade-like body writhing and twisting, each movement bringing Zhang Zijun an indescribable pleasure.

Zhang Zijun reveled in the beautiful woman, his hands on Yaqi's shoulders, and whenever the rhythmic movements between his legs brought him an indescribable, exquisite pleasure, he would turn his head and bite hard on Yaqi's calves.

Yaqi's calves were almost entirely covered in teeth marks. She kicked her legs, but the moans emanating from her mouth only made Zhang Zijun bite her harder, deepening the teeth marks.

Yaqi's delicate body suddenly trembled violently, and in that instant, Zhang Zijun also froze, followed by a wave of pleasure that made every cell in his body want to cry out!

Zhang Zijun straightened his body slightly, letting Yaqi's slippery jade legs fall from his shoulders, and then Zhang Zijun lay on top of Yaqi's delicate body.

They were both panting. Yaqi could clearly feel Zhang Zijun's lower abdomen contracting with each breath he took, because there was absolutely no space between them.

Only their heavy breathing remained in the room. Ya-qi lay on her side, resting, and in her drowsy state, she felt one of her legs slowly lifted, a warm body pressed against her back, and a hot, firm tip probing her buttocks.

"Wait... a minute, I'm not ready... Ahhhh, it hurts!"

Zhang Zi-jun thrust deeper, and the two were pressed together again.
Suddenly

waking up, Ya-qi immediately looked beside her. Zhang Zi-jun was sleeping with his back to her. The wall clock pointed to 6:30; the sky was already slightly bright, and a faint white light shone through the thin paper door. It would still be a little while before it was fully light, so Ya-qi fell asleep again. When she opened her eyes again, it was past 8:30, and the morning light filtering through the paper door was much brighter.

Zhang Zijun was still asleep. Yaqi got up alone, put on her outer robe, and looked out from the corridor. The mountains were close at hand, but below the mountainside, they were shrouded in mist, with white, round clumps of mist hovering in mid-air.

Yaqi thought of her husband, who should be on the mainland, and felt a pang of guilt. But as if trying to shake off the thought, she slammed the paper door shut, an action that made Zhang Zijun open his eyes.

"You're up already..."

"Just woke up."

Zhang Zijun walked towards Yaqi, reaching out to untie the ties of her outer robe. Yaqi asked softly, "What are you doing?"

No answer was needed; she simply wanted to immerse herself in the morning's lovemaking.

"It's still early! Wasn't yesterday enough?"

Though she said this, their rendezvous time was running out.

Zhang Zijun kissed the nipples peeking out from the collar of her inner shirt as if being chased by time, reaching out to caress her lower body.

Yaqi refused again, and only then did Zhang Zijun release the woman he was caressing, stepping into the bath to soak in the morning hot spring.

Yaqi looked at herself in the mirror, looking at her earlobes. Only one of her clip-on earrings had fallen off, and she didn't know where it was.

"What's wrong? What are you looking for?" Zhang Zijun asked as he walked in. He seemed to be in excellent spirits.

"I've lost an earring, help me find it."

"Never mind if you can't find it, I'll buy you another pair."

"Oh." Yaqi didn't say anything and went inside to take a bath.

After having breakfast at the hotel, the two of them went outside. The air was a little cool, but not cold.

"Let's go for a walk on the beach!"

Yaqi didn't offer any opinion; she had become silent since this morning. Zhang Zijun sensed something was wrong, but he didn't care, since he had already gotten what he wanted.

Just as they were about to reach the foot of the mountain, a car going in the same direction stopped at a red light ahead.

"Huh?!"

Yaqi recognized the backs of the two people in the car, but couldn't remember who they were.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Before she could see clearly, the car in front had already turned into another lane.

The two of them spent the day sightseeing in Danhai. Back at the restaurant in Tamsui, after a slightly earlier dinner, they looked back and saw the sky surrounding Guanyin Mountain was already tinged with a rosy hue.

The car drove towards the villa in the suburbs. Gazing at the villa getting closer, remembering that it was where it all began, Ya-Chi fell into deep thought.

…Ya-Chi walked to the window, looking at the mountains appearing under the red sky.

Zhang Zi-Jun leaned closer to Ya-Chi: “Wouldn’t it be wonderful to stay here with you forever!”

Ya-Chi didn’t answer, but seemed to nod slightly.

Zhang Zi-Jun mustered his courage and asked again: “Stay one more night?”

Ya-Chi looked at the fading twilight and nodded, saying, “Okay…”

To be honest, Zhang Zi-Jun hadn’t really meant it; he thought she would refuse, so he spoke hastily.

"Really?"

He swallowed the question, "Will your husband check up on me?" He stole a glance at Ya-qi's expression. Ya-qi, still gazing at the sky ablaze with the crimson glow of the setting sun, whispered,

"As long as you're okay, I'm okay."

The sun had set, and the ground surrounded by mountains quickly lost its luster, turning dark and gloomy.

"Really?"

Zhang Zi-jun asked again, more out of concern for Ya-qi than a desire to avoid taking responsibility for her not wanting to come home.

"No problem." Ya-qi remained steadfast, still staring at the darkening mountains.

"Should we call? We can make it from the living room."

After a moment's thought, Ya-qi got up and left, returning in a few minutes.

"Is he okay?"

the anxious Zhang Zi-jun asked repeatedly. Ya-qi replied nonchalantly, "I don't know."

"Then, let's be together tonight!"

Since Ya-qi had already made up her mind, how could the man back down? As for the outcome, he was leaving Taiwan in a few days anyway, so there was nothing to fear.

Zhang Zijun suddenly felt elated, took Yaqi's hand and said, "I love you!"

He leaned close to Yaqi, stroking her fair and slender neck, then greedily kissed her red lips.

Their lips parted, Zhang Zijun embraced Yaqi's head, their bodies close together. He lightly touched her arm, and Yaqi slightly pulled away.

"Go take a shower first."

"Let's shower together."

"No need, I want to shower alone."

After Yaqi finished showering, Zhang Zijun stood by the bed waiting for her. He stroked Yaqi's cheek, then unbuttoned his blouse, which fell to Yaqi's feet as she stood with her eyes closed. Her petticoat also fell down, but Yaqi remained motionless like a doll.

Pale moonlight seeped quietly into the bedside from the balcony. Tonight, due to thick clouds, the balcony was shrouded in darkness.

Yaqi was naked. Zhang Zijun took off his own clothes, picked Yaqi up, and carried her to the bed.

The width and elasticity of the bed were different from last night; the two lay down as if collapsing, then embraced tightly, their chests pressed together, their waists close.

As their limbs intertwined, Zhang Zijun's body heat gradually transferred to Yaqi. He was completely absorbed in Yaqi's warmth, while Yaqi felt as if she were being slowly drawn into an endless space—a sense of decadence. "

This can't go on," she thought, "I'll be rejected by society and fall into an irreversible abyss." Though she kept telling herself this, she was already familiar with this feeling of decadence, her body and mind intoxicated by its pleasure.

They were speechless, once again immersed in a world of mutual indulgence.

After Zhang Zijun left, Zhang Yaqi experienced a pain she hadn't felt in a long time.

The immeasurable confusion and guilt in her heart could truly manifest as physical torment. That night, she couldn't sleep; chaotic dreams tormented her like nightmares.

Yaqi struggled to wake up, covered in cold sweat. She tried to recall her dream, but it was hazy and unclear. No, in reality, she dared not remember it, nor did she want to.

Looking around, she saw her husband sleeping with his back to her. She wanted to confide in him, to pour out her feelings, just like before, but she knew she couldn't. This secret had to be buried deep in the abyss of oblivion.

Dawn was approaching, and the thick curtains covering the balcony let in a faint white light. In her dazed state, Yaqi made a decision: to forget as quickly as possible, to restore her work, her emotions, her life… everything to normal.

Yaqi doubled her workload to try and forget about it.

But some hadn't forgotten; these people were watching Yaqi. The days to come would be the darkest and most painful of her life.

Zhang Zijun called her a few days later in her office, where she was buried in documents.

"Wait... I'll call back later, it's not convenient here." Upon realizing it was him, Yaqi noticed her right hand holding the phone trembling slightly. A soft, trembling voice escaped her lips, her tone deliberately feigning indifference. She immediately got up, walked through the busy office, and hid in the building's stairwell. It was a secluded spot, and no one would be there during working hours. Yaqi felt a chill run down her spine, calculating how to handle the situation.

Soon, the vibrating phone brought her back to reality.

"Hello, it's me..." Zhang Zijun's voice was confident and assertive.

He was already in Los Angeles; after settling in, he calculated the time difference and dialed her number. They first chatted about the company there. Yaqi listened quietly; she knew him—starting with small talk before gradually getting to the point, she wanted to end the conversation quickly.

Yaqi gently mentioned that international calls were expensive and they had already been talking for a while. Zhang Zijun was silent for a moment on the other end.

"Can I see you when I get back?"

That was the key question.

Yaqi closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

"It's over. We both have our own lives to live. I think it's all over." Without waiting for a response, she abruptly ended the call.

Flicking an earring in her hand, Yaqi felt a sudden sense of relief, a chilling clarity washing over her. She tossed the earring into the trash can.

Yes, it was all over.

Yaqi told herself. She raised her wrist to check her watch; there was still over an hour until noon.

What had been going on lately? Revenge on her husband? Maybe! Enjoying sex? Maybe!

Should she give him a chance?

No!

Yaqi resolutely said no to herself once again.
...

Walking out of the stairwell, Yaqi walked straight back to her office, when suddenly drawn to a figure appearing in the corner, she involuntarily stopped. Manager Liao was talking quietly with a man when he saw Yaqi approaching. He quickly waved to blow away the smoke.

"Good morning, Miss Zhang."

"Ah! Good morning!"

Yaqi frowned slightly in confusion after recognizing the man, but continued walking forward. Another man, with slightly darker skin, messy hair, and a burly build, looking somewhat like a bear, also spoke up.

"Hello, Miss Zhang."

"His surname is Ye," Manager Liao said.

The man extended his hairy hand, and out of politeness, Yaqi stopped, smiled, and shook it. For Yaqi, she only wanted a brief handshake as a greeting, but unexpectedly, Mr. Ye not only didn't let go immediately, but also gripped her hand tightly.

Yaqi nodded and finally managed to pull her hand away from his grip. Although she pulled her hand back, the thought of his slightly sticky hand still brought an unpleasant feeling to her heart.

The first thing to do later is to wash your hands properly…

After releasing Yaqi's hand, the two men remained silent, sizing up the beautiful Yaqi.

Of course, Yaqi was already used to this kind of thing, but seeing the lustful, yearning look in the man's eyes was unbearable. Just the way he looked at her legs, which she was so proud of, was enough to make her feel extremely uncomfortable.

"I'll go take care of my things now," Yaqi said with a slight smile as she left.

Watching Yaqi's slender figure disappear, her jade-like legs beneath her light gray pencil skirt, made the two men swallow hard. Their lewd gazes made it seem as if she were no longer wearing an elegant suit, but rather completely naked.

"Only photos? Didn't I say the video camera was in the third drawer of my office?"

"The door's locked tight, how am I supposed to open it? They didn't give me the key."

"The flash wasn't on, the photos are blurry and unclear, what's the point of taking them out?"

"It's okay, I'll shoot another exciting roll in a few days. Hehe...hehe, thanks, brother." The man surnamed Ye said with a sly smile. "

Oh, old classmate, it's all thanks to you giving me this information, so here's a little treat for you."

The two continued whispering, discussing something in hushed tones. Manager Liao's eyes were fixed on Yaqi's slightly swaying hips, a lewd glint in them.

Hearing their murmurs behind her, Yaqi walked quickly and unhappily towards the restroom. Suddenly, she remembered something strange—that...what was his name...Ye...right! If Mr. Ye was a client, why weren't they meeting in the reception room, but instead sneaking around in a corner?

Never mind, mind your own business.

Yaqi just wanted to wash her hands quickly, and she was preoccupied with something else.

Entering the restroom, she found it empty. She went into a stall, tore off the thin film pad from the lid, lifted her skirt, and took off her stockings and underwear before sitting on the toilet. Yaqi breathed a sigh of relief, took out a pad from her lower body, and nervously examined its color.

"Thank goodness! I can relax now." Yaqi breathed a sigh of relief. Although her intimacy with Zhang Zijun occurred during her safe period, she still felt uneasy and didn't want any lingering problems.

Yaqi gently bit her lower lip and then wiped herself clean with tissue paper. She put her underwear and stockings back on and casually threw the pad into the trash can. She looked in the mirror. "

No problem," she

told herself, and happily walked out. "That's settled then. I'll bring you the documents in a few days, yes...yes...yes, those records. Also, according to industry practice, the final payment is..." A deep male voice came through the receiver. "Okay, I'll settle the money. Thank you this time." Zhao Lin hung up the phone, feeling a huge weight lifted from his heart. Since his cold war with Ya Qi, Zhao Lin had been busy with his career, but he had also become suspicious of Ya Qi's late returns home. Thinking it over carefully, he realized he was also at fault and wanted to reconcile with his wife, but each time she wasn't home yet, or when she came home, she had a tense face and he couldn't speak to her. This unease and suspicion made Zhao Lin paranoid. Ya Qi's behavior was suspicious, but he couldn't confront her directly, causing him great pain. Of course, Zhao Lin hoped he was just being overly anxious. Worrying wasn't enough; he thought of the young lady who had visited his home that day: Yu Jiazhen. So he asked her for information. She was the only person he knew close to Ya Qi, and besides, they were old classmates. The two met to talk. Zhaolin only knew that his wife's late returns home were indeed due to frequent overtime work or going shopping with friends after work. However, when Yu Jiazhen mentioned a new male colleague, Zhaolin felt a surge of jealousy rising from his heart like a pillar of fire, making it difficult for him to breathe. But he suppressed it and calmly asked, "Actually, they're nothing special. It's just like an older sister taking care of a younger brother." Yu Jiazhen said nonchalantly. This answer did not extinguish the fire in his chest; instead, it triggered an explosion of Zhaolin's jealousy. Seeing the uncertain expression on Zhaolin's face, a smile flashed across Yu Jiazhen's eyes. She casually mentioned that they might as well hire a private investigator. The phone call he had just made was with a private investigator. He had arranged with the private investigator that he would be going abroad on business, and then the private investigator would monitor and investigate whether his wife was having an affair behind his back.

After months and hundreds of thousands of yuan, the result was finally in: nothing! Hearing this, he felt relieved. But guilt and his own foolishness followed.

Lying in bed, Zhaolin repeatedly pondered the events of the past few days. Now, only one knot remained in his heart: Yu Jiazhen. Since inquiring about his wife's whereabouts with her, perhaps due to his own anguish, they had become close friends, sharing everything, though of course, considering each other's status, it was a secret between them.

Perhaps jealousy of his wife had fueled his lust, and coupled with his youth and strength, unable to be intimate with his wife, he had developed an ambiguous relationship with Yu Jiazhen. Whether it was his own initiative or hers, after several encounters, they went to a hotel.

At the end of each tryst, Yu Jiazhen would always prevent him from penetrating, achieving another kind of climax through oral sex.

"I don't like using condoms, and I don't want to get pregnant," Yu Jiazhen said, spitting out the semen from her mouth with a tissue.

Was this considered an affair? Probably? Was it? But there was no ejaculation inside. Do I still love Ya-Chi? Of course! Then do I love Yu Chia-Chen? No way! It's not love at all, I just wanted to use her to fill a void, and it seems she was the one who started it. Since my love for Ya-Chi wasn't shared with anyone else, and I didn't have real sex with anyone else, it shouldn't be considered an affair, and I haven't wronged Ya-Chi, right?

Now he's just finding excuses to cover up his guilt towards Ya-Chi.

Just a few days ago, the two of them went on a date in Beitou again. It was then that Yu Chia-Chen opened her mouth and gently stirred the white viscous fluid in her mouth with her tongue, pulling out strands of viscous fluid.

"Should I swallow it?" Yu Chia-Chen chuckled. She swallowed it little by little, carefully, and at the end, she even stuck out her tongue to bring the remaining liquid around her lips into her mouth...

"Has Ya-Chi ever done this?" Yu Chia-Chen asked.

Of course not, she had only performed oral sex on her husband once or twice, and even then, it was against her will, let alone swallowing semen with relish.

"Heh...heh..." As he thought about it, Zhaolin felt a painful swelling in his penis. His guilt and apology towards his wife had long since vanished.
...

A loud "bang" echoed as the door slammed shut, startling Zhaolin and bringing him back to his senses.

Yaqi was back; she must have been working overtime again, it was past nine. But she didn't immediately enter the bedroom. Lying on the bed, Zhaolin pretended to be asleep, concentrating his ears and listening intently to the sounds from the next room.

The footsteps sounded a little disordered. A moment later, Yaqi entered the bedroom and took off her coat, hanging it in the closet.

"You're back."

"Oh, busy with cases these past few days...have you eaten? I haven't eaten either. Go take a shower first, then you can eat."

"I've already showered. What's there to eat?"

They looked at each other, Yaqi unsure how to respond, and Zhaolin remained silent.

"I'll go see what we can eat." Yaqi went to the kitchen to prepare food. The apartment wasn't very big; the kitchen was really just a countertop and refrigerator in a corner of the living room, separated by a cabinet.

Zhaolin also went to the kitchen and looked at Yaqi's back, staring at her thighs where muscle lines occasionally flashed.

"Your legs are still the prettiest!" Zhaolin muttered to himself, unconsciously comparing Yu Jiazhen to Yaqi.

"What is it?" Yaqi turned around and asked.

"N-nothing..." Zhaolin panicked and didn't dare to say anything more.

Soon, the dumplings were ready. Looking at the steaming dumplings, Zhaolin was really hungry.

"There's not much food in the refrigerator, just some frozen dumplings that haven't been finished yet, let's finish them. There's no chili sauce, so we'll just eat them with soy sauce."

Picking up his chopsticks, under Yaqi's gaze, Zhaolin focused on eating, feeling guilty for letting slip earlier.

"Aren't you going to eat?"

Yaqi finally smiled a little and also picked up her chopsticks and put a dumpling in her mouth. The two stopped talking and ate the entire plate of dumplings.

Yaqi cleared the plate away.

"I'll wash them," Zhaolin said, taking the plate. He was about to say something when she turned and went back to the bedroom.

"I'm going to take a shower first."

Zhaolin listened to the sounds inside the room. Suddenly, there was silence, but after a moment, he heard the sound of running water. He put down the plate and went in. Zhaolin peeked in; the door was ajar, and he saw Yaqi undressing. Zhaolin lay back on the bed and remained there for about twenty minutes. Suddenly, the door opened, and Yaqi walked in.

He slightly opened his eyes to peek at her and saw that Yaqi was wearing only underwear. Then, she took out a nightgown from the bedroom closet, put it on, and closed the closet door. She turned off the main light and turned on a small lamp before lying down on the bed.

As before, one of them lay on their back, and the other on their side.

Holding his breath, Zhaolin listened quietly to his wife's breathing, then turned over and looked at his wife's back. A slender neck, rounded shoulders, her curves clearly visible through a thin nightgown in the dim light.

His desire was aroused again, but how to break the ice? Zhaolin was racking his brains.

Just as he was feeling troubled, Yaqi, who was facing away, sighed softly, hunching her back and shifting her waist slightly.

Unable to resist any longer, Zhaolin asked, "Have you been busy lately?"

"Hmm, not bad. I'm sorry, I've been rushing to meet deadlines, and the clients are picky, so I've had to work late," Yaqi explained, turning over to face him.

"It's alright," he said, leaning towards his wife, stroking her cheek gently.

"How's your company? Is it going well in mainland China?"

"Not bad."

They looked at each other silently, everything unspoken.

Yaqi was pondering this, and so was Zhaolin, but his penis was already throbbing, and he wanted to satisfy his sexual urges first.

It was interesting; whenever a man wanted to confide in a woman, for some reason, it always ended up being about making love.

"Tired? Let me give you a massage," Zhaolin suddenly said.

He got up, turned Yaqi's body so she was lying face down, and began kneading her shoulders. Yaqi felt a coolness on her shoulders, followed by warmth; it was her husband's palms caressing her, slowly sliding down her rounded shoulders, stroking her arms, from top to bottom and back up, with boundless tenderness and affection.

Zhaolin moved his hands to his wife's back, gently massaging her through her pajamas, pressing lightly with his thumbs.

Yaqi, half-asleep, closed her eyes, enjoying her husband's care.

"Does it feel better?"

"Mmm, much better." Her voice was languid and incredibly sweet. Yaqi felt a flutter in her heart, her coquettishness intensifying. Zhaolin's desire grew stronger; he just wanted to release it quickly.

He turned her body 180 degrees, and Yaqi cooperated, closing her eyes as she changed positions.

Her bowl-shaped breasts were fair and luscious, standing erect through the sweat-dampened gauze. Ya-qi felt the hem of her nightgown roll up, and her hands reached for her waist, wanting to pull down her panties.

"No!" Ya-qi suddenly opened her eyes and grabbed the hands on her waist, startling Zhao-lin.

"I... I remembered... I got my period today... I want to rest early, okay?"

"That period?" Hearing this, Zhao-lin deflated like a punctured balloon and slumped back onto the bed.

Seeing this, Yaqi couldn't bear to lean her soft body against him. She wanted to apologize but didn't know how to say it, so she could only express it through actions. Yaqi sighed softly, wrapped her arms around her husband's neck and kissed him gently. Her slender fingers scratched his chest as she murmured, "Then...how about this?"

She lovingly stroked Zhaolin's skin, slowly moving downwards until she stopped at his waist, pulled down his pants, and played with his manhood. Under her gentle caresses, Zhaolin felt a sense of comfort throughout his body, and a strange sound came from his throat.

How could he release such stimulation? He thought of something, gritted his teeth, and barely managed to hold back, whispering, "...I...I...ah...wife...how about using your mouth?"

Yaqi was slightly taken aback, slowed her movements, and sat up. The finger that had stopped at the tip of his penis suddenly felt wet and sticky; semen had already leaked out. She hesitated for a moment, then slowly rubbed away the semen with her fingers, then closed her eyes and bent down.

His engorged penis was shoved into her wet, soft mouth, his other hand still gripping the lower half of his shaft as he slowly began to suck and lick. Ya-Chi knelt beside Zhao-Lin's legs, the erect shaft throbbing against her cheek. Through her sweat-soaked, close-fitting nightgown, her breasts could be seen slightly deformed from the pressure.

"So...so comfortable...oh...um...um..." Zhao-Lin was enjoying his wife's ministrations, his eyes and legs filled with intense pleasure.

But there was still a slight regret, a tiny bit of regret.

Jia-Zhen's mouth was still better.

He didn't say that aloud.

People said she had the face of a mistress.

The first time someone said that was in high school. Yu Jia-Zhen was shopping with her classmates, and after they finished, they stopped at a fast-food restaurant to rest. Everyone was happily joking around, while a group of boys around them occasionally glanced at them.

Then, one of the girls in the group quietly looked at her, and suddenly this sentence popped out.

She looked at herself in the mirror, left and right. Her face was a classic oval, the kind that looked good with any hairstyle. Her eyes, while perhaps a little thin for double eyelids, had a captivating upturn to her forehead—the kind of eyes that everyone admired, the kind that people called "captivating eyes."

Her nose was fairly straight, and her nostrils weren't the upturned, leaky nostrils that some people believed in physiognomy. It was her mouth that was often criticized.

In the old days, her lips, which weren't small and were rather thick, were definitely a symbol of promiscuity and depravity.

She lit a cigarette, looking at herself in the mirror through the rising smoke. "A mistress's face..." she chuckled. She wouldn't call herself a beauty queen, but she certainly had a touch of coquettishness.

"I've truly become a mistress."

A mistress, judging by the name, must be a product of love, right? But what exactly is love? She didn't understand.

After chasing love so hard, was what she got real love?

She remembered the man who wasn't her husband, the man who was her friend's husband.

Was it love? Who understands love?

She thought of her mother; some parts of her resembled hers, including the typical mistress's face. Mother and daughter both born with the face of a mistress, destined for a mistress's fate?

She remembered her childhood; everyone else had a father coming home for dinner, but she didn't. Only an "uncle"

would regularly come to visit. Her mother wanted her to call him "Dad," but she wouldn't, shrinking behind her mother, clutching her skirt tightly, glaring at this familiar stranger.

Whenever the uncle came, her mother seemed especially happy, as if her recent tantrums and throwing things were all an act. When the uncle came, he would simply eat and watch TV, her mother bustling about, looking blissfully happy. Then, after the uncle left, her mother would start throwing tantrums again.

The uncle and mother wouldn't let her know what they were doing, but occasionally she would peek from outside the bedroom or kitchen.

She vaguely understood what all this meant.

Then, one day, after the uncle hadn't come for a long time, her mother scratched her wrists, drawing blood.

As she looked at her mother's portrait at the funeral, she vowed never to repeat her mother's mistakes. A distant relative took her in. The relative was poor, and the uncle's gaze towards her was somewhat strange. She knew she wouldn't stay long; she could leave after starting university.

That year, she had just entered high school.

This vow didn't last long. During her freshman year of university, a wealthy middle-aged man took her as his mistress. He was a customer at the restaurant where she worked, and after a few visits, he seriously asked her about her wishes. She looked at the wedding ring on his finger, thinking about the tuition fees she still hadn't secured for the next semester.

"You have the face of a mistress," he said, panting heavily as he lay there, pinching her nipple and laughing.

This was the second time she had heard someone say that about her.

In the end, she was still a mistress, leaving her with a helpless feeling that was both laughable and absurd.

An old professor in her department paid special attention to her, always showing her favor in public and private. She didn't want to pay attention, but after all, she needed his approval to graduate.

Right there in the professor's study, as she pulled up her clothes, preparing to take them off,

the professor, leering at her, uttered, "You have the face of a mistress." This was the third time he'd heard this from her.

After graduating and finding a job, she immediately dumped her sugar daddy, ignoring his tearful pleas to stay.

Even though a pang of guilt lingered in her heart—after all, she'd been financially secure for four years thanks to his support—she considered this betrayal inevitable and didn't care much. She felt a sense of relief at shedding the label of "mistress."

She lived alone ever since, never contacting men again. Whether the suitors were young or old, she treated them like flies, utterly indifferent. Until a close colleague got married—her husband was her college classmate, a strange coincidence.

She remembered him, remembered that sunny boy. She was jealous of her, jealous of the newlywed.

So… finally, she made that sunny boy fall at her feet again!

She sighed. Looking at herself, she didn't know whether to lament that she had the face of a mistress, or be angry at herself for subconsciously walking down this path, silently accepting this life without any official status.

With a relationship comes the desire for love; with love comes the desire for the sense of belonging that marriage brings.

What to do?

...

"Jiazhen, how about it? Sleep at my place tonight." Yaqi patted her shoulder.

"Okay. You idiot, you want us to visit clients in Kaohsiung, but you only give us one day for the trip, so we have to leave early tomorrow morning. By the way, what about your husband?" Jiazhen stubbed out her cigarette and turned around.

"He's fine, he can sleep in the living room. You're his classmate, so it'll be easier for you."

"By the way, did you go to see Liao Zijun off last Saturday?" A sly look shot towards Yaqi's face.

"No." Yaqi said calmly.

"Oh, I heard that Huilin and the others in the office said that they were supposed to have a farewell party last Saturday, but the main character didn't show up and they couldn't contact him. Yaqi, did you know?"

"No." Yaqi shrugged, looking indifferent. “Manager Liao recently said that our female colleagues often sneak into the women’s dressing room to slack off. Let’s hurry back to our seats before he starts nagging us.”

Yaqi pulled her along, rushing out of the dressing room.

Something’s definitely fishy! Jiazhen followed behind, her sixth sense telling her that
.

Oh, isn't this my goddess, Miss X? Great, I finally see you again!

I used to see you only during my commute to school, you know? Those mornings were the happiest time of my day.

Your lips, your breasts, your legs—they were the source of my energy for the day.

But then I moved, and I stopped taking the same subway train as you. I was so frustrated, so disappointed.

Do you know, since we parted, I haven't been able to get pleasure from masturbation anymore. Your image has become blurry; I've even forgotten what your legs looked like in stockings.

God! How can I enjoy this?!

I never imagined I'd meet you on this train today. Oh, this is so lucky!

Okay, enough said, you might be getting off soon, so I need to make the most of it.

Looking at you from the front, legs crossed—hmm, that's the most beautiful sitting posture.

I'll look at you slightly from the side… this way I can see more of your thighs and almost the entire length of your beautiful legs.

Then I walked to your seat, held onto the railing beside you, and looked down from above. From there, I could see not only your entire beautiful leg, but also the rounded lines of your buttocks.

Then, I pretended to tie my shoelaces and secretly glanced at your thighs. Hmm, I could see a tiny bit of seam under your raised skirt.

Oh my god, I'm so happy! If you could move back a little more, it would be even better.

Wait! Here it comes! Finally, the crossed legs are about to change position!

Whew! Wow! Miss X is wearing white underwear, I… I saw it!

Oh my god, life is so wonderful.

Hey, who's the other lady sitting next to you, chatting and laughing?

A black suit, black stockings, black high heels, and long, black hair—everything is black.

Hmm, but the most captivating thing is still her beautiful legs; the evenly proportioned thighs stretch into a perfect curve within the stockings.

Her face was so beautiful, and peeking out from her collar, there was a hint of black lace.

Wow! Even her bra was black, it was just too perfect!

Oh! Oh! Oh! My heart is pounding, I'm completely infatuated with you, Miss X, I don't mean to betray you, it's just…

“Hey! Why are you staring at me like that?” Jiazhen suddenly looked up, lashing out at a man beside her in a accusatory tone.

“I…” The boy in his high school uniform blushed and couldn't speak. The other passengers also looked in their direction.

The train stopped, and the boy took the opportunity to rush out.

“What's going on?” Yaqi asked Jiazhen suspiciously.

“Tch, you little pervert!” Jiazhen frowned and muttered under her breath

.

He was genuinely startled when he saw the two of them enter together.

Zhaolin stammered a greeting, wondering why they had come home together. He observed them anxiously and carefully, seeing them chatting and laughing freely, like close friends, not like they were there to confront him because their secret had been exposed.

Jiazhen was carrying luggage, her purpose unclear.

Yaqi said, "Remember her? This is your old classmate, Miss Yu Jiazhen, the one who came to our house for dinner last time."

Jiazhen was very generous, extending her slender hand to him. He hurriedly wiped his sweaty hands on his trousers, politely shaking her hand lightly, his gaze inadvertently drifting away, avoiding her bright and beautiful face.

But then he heard her giggle and say, "Remember me? You won't hug the wrong person again this time, will you?"

She then winked playfully at him, and Yaqi laughed heartily. The two of them carried their bags and packages to the kitchen.

"We're having hot pot today."

He made an excuse to buy the evening newspaper and ran downstairs, needing to think things through. Yaqi casually agreed, while Jiazhen didn't even look at him, focusing only on putting the food in the sink.

What were they both up to? Or was he overthinking it, and Jiazhen was just a guest?

"Not ready yet, wait a little longer." Back in the room, he saw Yaqi working in the kitchen, while Jiazhen was setting out the pots and pans.

This meal was utterly tasteless for Zhaolin; he ate quietly to the side like a submissive wife.

"Honey, Jiazhen and I have to catch a flight south for a business trip early tomorrow morning, so I'd like Jiazhen to stay at our place tonight to avoid having to meet up and waste time."

She's sleeping here?

"So, you'll have to sleep in the living room, okay?"

How could I say no?

After eating, Yaqi and Jiazhen discussed tomorrow's work in the living room. With nowhere else to go, he retreated to the bedroom.

Lying in bed, Zhaolin could hear his own heartbeat. His hands were sweaty, and even his inner thighs were soaked.

He thought to himself, "They can't possibly know and be pretending nothing's wrong; this isn't a movie." But if Jiazhen suddenly became angry and told everything, or accidentally revealed some clue, things would be difficult to clean up. His eyes widened as he stared at the ceiling, hearing intermittent conversations coming from next door.

Yaqi came into the room! He quickly closed his eyes tightly; the less they talked, the less danger he would face. Then, suddenly,

she kissed him on the lips with a "tsk." He opened his eyes and saw Jiazhen's beautiful face smiling at him.

He broke out in a cold sweat, whispering, "How dare you!" He quickly lowered his already deep voice, "Where is she?"

"She's busy revising the proposal." Jiazhen's eyes were full of laughter, a mischievous look on her face. He gritted his teeth in fear, but couldn't lash out.

"You..."

"Don't worry, I just came in to use the restroom." She gently bit his nose again.

He lay on the bed, sweating and panting, listening to his own heartbeat. He was actually in the same room as his wife and lover, and all without incident. He didn't know whether to feel smug or uneasy.

"Ah!" Jia Zhen hadn't closed the door before using the restroom! She sat on the toilet with a smile, looking at him.

Jia Zhen stood up, revealing a tuft of hairy triangles hanging on her snow-white skin. She didn't rush to put on her underwear and stockings, which were down to her knees, and slowly picked up a tissue to wipe her genitals.

Zhao Lin swallowed hard. Good heavens, where else could he hide? That's it, the balcony! Zhao Lin opened the door and went to the balcony. As he passed through the living room, Ya Qi was engrossed in her laptop and didn't notice him. The night air was cool, and he shivered involuntarily.

He heard Yaqi's bright voice: "Jiazhen, do you want to take a shower first?"

Everything's fine today, but what about later?

Before his worries were over, Zhaolin suddenly felt someone hug him from behind, a sweet fragrance wafting towards him. A pair of hands reached down and unzipped his pants.

"Don't worry, Yaqi is taking a shower. Want some? With your hands? Or with your mouth?" Jiazhen breathed sweetly into his ear.

Zhaolin's hands were wet again.

"How was the business trip?" Jiazhen quickly came over to ask as soon as she arrived at work.

Yesterday, I was supposed to go on a business trip to the south with her, but Jiazhen suddenly reported being sick before we left. I had no choice but to leave her with my husband while I went alone.

My husband is really strange; all I asked him to do was take Jiazhen to the hospital, and he made all sorts of excuses, showing no concern for his old classmate at all.

By the way, ever since Jiazhen checked in, Zhaolin's behavior has been strange and unnatural.

"Of course, with our Deputy Manager Zhang handling things, there's no problem," the department assistant chimed in, pulling Yaqi back to reality.

"Deputy Manager? Don't talk nonsense, it's not even close to being official yet, be careful people don't gossip," Yaqi quickly denied.

"What does it matter? There's news that during the personnel review a few days ago, a senior manager recommended you for promotion to Deputy Manager. And you closed a big deal on your business trip yesterday, if not you, then who?" The colleagues who gathered around chimed in.

Yaqi just smiled and didn't say anything. Returning to her desk, she saw a manila envelope, unsealed and without a stamp or postmark, with hastily written "To Miss Zhang."

"What is this?" she asked. Inside were several photos and a note.

The first photo showed a woman standing by the roadside, a luxury car parked beside her, the woman about to get in.

The second photo showed a car about to drive into a mansion; judging from the color and style, it should be the same car as in the previous photo.

The third photo showed the woman getting out of the car; the date was the next day, and the woman's clothes hadn't changed.

All three photos were taken from a distance, the objects in them somewhat blurry and unclear.

Yaqi broke out in a cold sweat; she knew what this was! She stared blankly until her department assistant came and knocked on the cubicle, saying, "Miss Zhang, everyone is waiting for you."

"Oh, I'll be right there," she replied casually.

She spoke to the mail clerk: "Hey, do you know where this envelope came from? Who put it on my desk?"

The clerk, who was attending night school that evening, asked nervously, "I don't know. I keep a record of all the company mail by mail number. Maybe I forgot. Give it to me, and I'll re-register it."

"No, no, it's alright." It seemed she wouldn't get an answer.

Ya-qi had no heart for work that day, and time seemed to pass particularly slowly.

After work that day, she washed her hair and took a shower. She sat in the living room facing the TV for a long time until her back ached.

"What are you thinking about?" Zhao-lin leaned against her, running his fingers through Ya-qi's hair.

"Nothing, just worrying about work." Ya-qi skillfully turned her head away.

He glanced at his wife's slightly open blouse, then at her serious, expressionless face.

"I have to fly to the mainland this Thursday and will probably be back next Wednesday. I'll be transferred back to Taiwan to handle things here, so I shouldn't be away from home so often."

"That's good." Ya-qi seemed absent-minded.

"I'm going to sleep, you should go to sleep early too."

His wife was in a bad mood and didn't have time for him tonight. Fine, Zhao Lin sighed, kissed his wife's forehead, and went back to the bedroom to sleep.

...

Where did the envelope come from? Ya Qi racked her brains.

It could be from one of the company's employees, or it could be from outside. She

was about to be promoted to deputy manager of the company's sales department; could these photos be a smear campaign to bring her down?

Judging from the angle of the photos, they were probably taken secretly. The thought of someone secretly watching her sent chills down Ya Qi's spine! She regretted her carelessness, giving someone leverage over her!

What did that person want? Threats! Extortion! It was obvious that the person behind it all had no good intentions. A feeling of terror, a vague fear, she couldn't tell her husband, even though he was so close.

It's all my fault, I shouldn't have let myself betray Zhao Lin, it's all my fault!

Will Zhao Lin forgive me?

Yes! No!

Yaqi kept asking, each self-reproach a piercing torture to her heart, yet she kept asking, as if only this punishment could lessen her guilt.

The note contained no specific words, only a time, this Friday, an address, and a request to meet her there, along with 200,000 yuan in cash.

Should she go to this anonymous rendezvous? I love my home, I love my husband, and I love my job.

Yaqi made her decision.

...

In his sleep, Zhaolin felt a soft body nestled against him.

"Hmm, what's wrong? Still awake?" He opened his eyes slightly and saw Yaqi. He reached for the light, but she stopped him.

Yaqi's lips moved slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but she ultimately remained silent.

"What's wrong?..."

Before Zhaolin could finish his sentence, a fragrant, white body pressed against him. He immediately felt a strange pleasure in her warm embrace, and his body trembled slightly.

Yaqi's eyes were half-open, her two jade-like legs slightly parted, pressed completely against her husband's thighs, her slender waist twisting. An indescribable expression seemed to linger on her face.

In the darkness, Zhaolin couldn't see clearly, but he knew his wife was different today!

She was taking off his underwear; this passionate and proactive Yaqi seemed to be a first.

He didn't speak, waiting until tiny beads of sweat appeared on Yaqi's nose before whispering in her ear, "Little darling!"

Yaqi breathed softly, taking a deep breath. Her lower abdomen pressed even tighter, and in that instant, Zhaolin also felt a blissful contraction.

Strange, what's going on these past few days? It seems every woman is in heat? Yesterday, Yu Jiazhen had exhausted him completely, and tonight it's his wife again.

Zhaolin felt a pang of unease, but dared not refuse. A husband who has cheated always feels a sense of guilt towards his wife.

Through her pajamas, he could feel his wife's erect nipples. Yaqi, clad only in a long shirt, felt a volcanic eruption of desire, burning through every nerve.

His hands moved down her smooth back, pulling up her soaked shirt. The sticky fabric clung to her neck, so he shifted his focus, his hands stroking her smooth, delicate back and full, firm buttocks.

Yaqi's head swayed from side to side, her body trembled, her abdomen twisted, and her breasts swayed.

She began to moan in a seductive chord; she was lost in passion, a fact undeniably proven by the expression on her face.

What had aroused Yaqi's desire? Perhaps fear, perhaps atonement, or both?

...

Taipei's main streets were still bustling, restless, and chaotic in the afternoon, but the alleyways just a stone's throw away presented a completely different scene—quiet, languid, with only the occasional passing pedestrian or vehicle.

A black wooden sign with English lettering embossed in gold hung in the alleyway, housing a small café serving light lunches and coffee, already in a semi-closed state by afternoon.

Through a floor-to-ceiling window on the other side of the alley, a woman was visible, wearing a fitted suit and a short skirt, her legs, taut within the skirt, gleaming in the sunlight streaming in from the window.

She stirred her drink with a straw, her expression so cold it was unapproachable, only revealing a polite, gentle smile when the waiter asked if she wanted a refill.

That was Yaqi, who had taken the afternoon off for this appointment and was already impatient. Just as she decided not to wait any longer, someone walked in.

A dark face came into view, shocking Yaqi. The man's deep eyes gleamed with a strange light, his entire being like a black bear searching for prey.

Even though she was a woman of many experiences, her heart pounded wildly for a moment. She desperately hoped he wouldn't approach her.

Contrary to her wishes, the man looked around after entering, and as soon as he saw Yaqi, he walked towards her. Yaqi took a deep breath to calm herself.

The man plopped down, his eyes narrowing like dental floss as he scrutinized her.

The air between them seemed to freeze.

"Who are you?" Yaqi blurted out.

“Who I am is unimportant, and don’t waste your breath asking who hired me. I prefer to get straight to the point.”

“You said… someone… hired you?” Her voice was already trembling.

“Who hired you?! Why are you following me? Where did those photos come from? What do you want to do?…”

Yaqi blurted out a series of questions that had been nagging at her.

With a “tsk,” the man interrupted her questioning with disgust. His gaze swept under the table, revealing the lines of the woman’s legs in her high heels. He swallowed hard, then his gaze returned to Yaqi’s face; she was looking at him.

"I told you to stop talking nonsense and keep asking so many questions. A woman is a woman. Two hundred thousand to buy it out!"

"Buy it out? Buy out what? Who hired you to follow me, and what's your purpose?"

"Sigh, I won't tell you, don't ask. Hmph, stop pretending, here are the photos and negatives of you cheating on your husband with that gigolo! Two hundred thousand isn't expensive. Damn! You and that gigolo were having a blast in the villa in Tamsui that day, while I was left to eat the cold. You should at least get some compensation."

A chill ran down her spine, and Yaqi's originally fair face turned even paler. Her bright red lips trembled slightly. Her suspicions over the past few days were indeed correct.

The door of the coffee shop opened, and a car drove by outside, its sound bringing her back to her senses.

"Let's not beat around the bush. I, Old Ye, have a reputation in this business. I won't cheat you!"

She noticed that the man in front of her, called Old Ye, had a strange smile on his face, his eyes fixed on her chest. Instinctively, Yaqi covered her chest with both hands.

"I want cash, cash on delivery. Hurry up!" The man raised his voice for the last two words, and the clerk at the counter looked over curiously.

Yaqi panicked and gritted her teeth, saying, "I know. I don't have that much cash on me. I only have 100,000 today. I'll write the rest by check, okay?"

"Are you even paying attention? What do I need a check for? To leave a record? Do you think I'm a fraudster? Are you going to pay me or not? Otherwise, I might as well sell myself to your husband, hehe!"

His pale face suddenly flushed red. "I'll pay! I'll pay! I only have... half the money! I'll go get the other... half later." Yaqi took a rectangular block wrapped in paper from her handbag and placed it on the table.

"That's more like it. Trying to run away, huh! I'll go with you to get the money." As soon as he finished speaking, Old Ye picked up the banknotes and got up to leave.

Yaqi remained in her seat, waiting for the man to leave before hurriedly following him without thinking.

Old Ye opened the front door of the car for her to get in, but Yaqi hesitated and refused to sit down.

"Hurry up, are we going to the bank or somewhere?" The man grinned, revealing a set of yellow teeth.

Yaqi tried to open the back door, but couldn't. Old Ye told her to be patient for a moment before pressing the switch to let her in, then started the car and drove into traffic.

"Any bank will do."

The car continued forward along the street.

Yaqi nervously looked ahead, her mind racing. She felt like she'd seen this man somewhere before, but she couldn't quite place him.

Reaching into her handbag, she clutched something tightly, feeling a sense of security.

"Where are the photos and negatives?"

"Here, they're in the bag." Old Ye opened the glove compartment, took out a package, and tossed it to Yaqi.

It seemed this wasn't a lie.

Yaqi hurriedly opened it and saw that the photos were all taken during her first rendezvous with Zhang Zijun. Only then did she realize something: the objects in the photos were just cars and villas; even if she was in the photos, she could only be identified as a woman.

She felt confident and her courage grew. Yaqi said calmly, "What about the negatives? Actually, the people in these photos aren't necessarily me, just a woman who looks like me."

"Hehe, what are you talking about? There's more exciting stuff we haven't shown yet, want to see?" Hearing this, Yaqi's relaxed mood tightened again.

Old Ye, the driver, glanced discreetly at the rearview mirror as he spoke. Yaqi glanced at the front rearview mirror, but she was surprised to find that she didn't see the driver in the rearview mirror.

Usually, passengers in the back seat can see the driver in the front rearview mirror. But the angle of the rearview mirror in this car was very strange. In other words, the passenger's face wasn't visible in the rearview mirror at all, because it was pointing downwards.

"Ah!" Yaqi exclaimed as if she had discovered something.

Today, Yaqi was wearing a tight skirt that was two centimeters above the knee. The skirt was short enough, and when she sat down, it would ride up, making it almost impossible to cover her face. So Yaqi pressed down on her skirt with her hand and pressed her legs tightly together.

But the car suddenly swerved to the right, and after a jolt, to maintain her balance, she naturally spread her legs wide, not just a little, but completely open. She

was definitely completely exposed! The skirt was so short, it was obvious she could see right inside. Tsk, she should have worn trousers today!

Thinking of this, Yaqi, sitting in the corner, subconsciously pressed her legs together again, even though she had already put them together, she still did it one more time, not entirely reassured.

"We're here, let's get off."

Looking out the window, the car was in an alley. Looking to both sides, where was the bank?

"Where is this?" Yaqi looked anxiously at Lao Ye getting off the car.

"We're here! This is it."

"Oh!"

Suddenly she caught sight of a sign outside the right window, written in bright colored acrylic: "Rest from 700, Accommodation..."

Startled, Lao Ye was already outside the back door, about to open it.

In a state of extreme terror, Yaqi hurriedly pressed the car door lock, grabbing the contents of her handbag...

Yaqi felt a sharp pain in her wrist. In fact, it wasn't just her wrist; her whole body ached, from her thighs and right waist to her abdominal muscles, which felt stiff and spasmodic.

She opened her eyes groggily, staring at the ceiling. In the center of the room was a round bed, slowly rotating, and even the ceiling was covered with mirrors.

All the mirrors reflected a naked female body lying on the bed.

A pillow was piled behind Yaqi's waist, raising her snow-white abdomen, revealing her pubic hair and labia vividly; her legs, spread wide apart, were now too weak to even close.

She felt like she was floating, scattered, with only the pounding of her heartbeat echoing deep within her soul.

What happened?

Ah, right! It felt like an electric shock to my lower right abdomen, and then I lost consciousness…

Ah, right! I was going to take out the stun gun to scare the bad guy away, but instead…

a bad guy!

Yes, a bad guy! He was going to take me to the bank, but he tricked me into coming here.

Who is the bad guy? I can’t quite remember.

I vaguely remember a warm breath approaching me, looking down at me from above! I tried to open my eyes to see what was going on, but my eyelids wouldn’t open no matter how hard I tried.

Then a pair of large hands played wicked games on my body, touching my face, my breasts, my thighs. In my daze, I tried to get away, but I couldn’t.

Then a tongue licked and sucked my neck, shoulders, and chest, like the little yellow dog I had when I was a child. Wait, no! That wasn’t Little Yellow, Little Yellow wouldn’t bite my nipples.

Then it felt like someone was trying to force-feed me some liquid, which I couldn’t swallow and vomited up. Then a mouth came over and fed me.

"Ughhhhh..." A mouth came close and sucked on her tongue, making it hard for her to breathe, but she couldn't move either.

Then it got so hot, so hot all over! That big hand took off her clothes, and she felt a little cooler, but her lower abdomen was still so hot and itchy.

Then she felt rough fingers squeeze into her wet, narrow lower body, pinching her clitoris. The fingers between her legs pulled and rubbed wantonly, and in the darkness, she felt as if a million sparks were dancing before her eyes.

She was panting, her whole body was weak, and waves of spasms swept over her. She couldn't help but moan, and her legs involuntarily spread wide open. The last bit of restraint she had maintained out of embarrassment gradually crumbled...

and then something pierced through her burning lower body!

The sudden thrust made her almost completely dizzy. At first, she couldn't bear the pain, but it slowly turned into waves of burning, throbbing numbness...

"Ah... Oh..." Waves of pleasure washed over her, and she cried out in a daze, uncontrollably dominated by the strange, unknown, exciting orgasm within her.

So good... So comfortable

... ...?!

No! I've been raped!

As Yaqi gradually regained consciousness, she realized reality.

"I need to quickly wash away the semen inside me..."

This was the only thing on her mind. The extreme humiliation made her reflexively prop herself up, but before she could even get up, she clearly felt a sticky mess on her lower body, a slimy substance flowing down her inner thighs, and a stuffy, fishy smell wafted up to her nose.

Yaqi thought to herself that the semen left inside her must have also flowed into the deepest part of her body, and that uterus, the uterus that should be nurturing her and her husband's child, was also defiled by this filthy substance.

A drop of water tickled her cheek, and she thought she was crying. She wiped it away, only to find it was just sweat mixed with a sticky white liquid.

Yaqi rolled over and stood up. The sticky liquid that had remained inside her began to trickle out, dripping down her legs to her feet, still warm like snot, hanging damply.

For the first time in her life, Yaqi discovered that a man could leave so much inside her body.

Busy looking for something to wipe it away, she looked up and saw a naked woman's figure standing in a ridiculous posture, legs spread wide.

First, her chest jolted from the sudden impact, then she realized it was her reflection in the mirror.

The hotel room was decorated in a South Pacific style. A huge round bed occupied most of the room, opposite which was a wall of mirrors and wallpaper covered in huge red and yellow flowers.

Under the bright lights, the mirror gleamed, its reflection highlighting Yaqi's completely naked and awkwardly exposed figure, framed by her disheveled black hair.

Behind her, the ridiculously romantic, oddly colored round bed, speckled with wet stains, filled the entire background of the mirror, seemingly reminding her of the sexual intercourse that had just taken place there. No

matter how much water she turned on the tap, no matter how thoroughly she washed, Yaqi knew she could never wash away the feeling of filth from her body.

She understood that for all eternity, she would never be able to rid herself of the impurity left in her womb by the filthy man's semen.

Leaving the bathroom, Yaqi quickly retrieved her clothes scattered by the bed.

"Where are the stockings?" Having dressed, Yaqi couldn't find them. "No! I can't leave anything here."

In her haste, she noticed the marks of binding on her wrists, and sure enough, she found them under the pillow at the head of the bed.

Beside her handbag was an envelope. Opening it, she found it filled with photographic negatives, with a note hastily written: "Cash on delivery, I'm the most trustworthy."

Yaqi trembled as she tore it to shreds.

Downstairs at the counter, she was stopped by the staff; apparently, she hadn't even paid for her room. She hurriedly paid and walked out the door. Two or three drunken men, laughing and joking, bumped into Yaqi.

She fell to the ground, and they tried to help her up.

"Get away!!!" Yaqi yelled.

"So fierce, is it because the customer didn't pay? Hahaha~~~" Ignoring the mockery, she hailed a taxi at an alleyway exit, sat down, and quietly told the driver to take her home. The young driver glanced at her in the rearview mirror.

Yaqi turned to look out the window.

Thinking it was still early, Yaqi was startled to realize that the sky had already darkened, and the bright neon signs along the street shone brilliantly through the city night.

Back home, it was pitch black.

"That's right, Zhaolin's away on a business trip," Yaqi murmured to herself.

She wanted him to hold her tightly in his arms.

He wasn't there.

"I need to wash up and wait for him," Yaqi murmured to herself.

She stood frozen under the showerhead, letting the water soak her, trying to recall the cruel ordeal.

I was raped!

Yaqi finally burst into tears, tears streaming down her face. She felt suffocated, unable to breathe. She slumped into the bathroom, sobbing uncontrollably. "What happened?" Yaqi stared blankly at Jiazhen.

She kindly took Yaqi to the police station to report the crime. The police chief expressed his concern and summoned a female officer to inquire about the incident, considerately asking everyone else to leave the office. The large office contained only Ya-Chi and the policewoman. The policewoman professionally produced a statement sheet and immediately began asking for Ya-Chi's personal information: "Name?" "Address?" "Occupation?" The policewoman asked earnestly and urgently. "What time was it?" "Where did it happen?" "Did you see the assailant's face?" In that instant, Ya-Chi realized this was an official statement, a written record that could be reviewed at any time. She wanted to escape, but the door was closed, and the policewoman watched her. Ya-Chi's heart sank, sinking into a vast ocean, like someone on the verge of drowning. The policewoman continued, "Did he insert his penis into your vagina?" Ya-Chi froze, feeling her body tremble and her stomach cramp; she began to feel dizzy.

"So, did you feel good?" the policewoman suddenly asked.

"What?!" Yaqi was stunned.

"You said you felt so good~ so comfortable~ right?" the policewoman asked with a strange expression and tone.

"I...I...no..."

"Still saying no? Look! That's clearly written in the statement."

The policewoman took the statement and walked out of the office. Yaqi saw Jiazhen, the chief, and five or six other police officers looking at the statement.

Yaqi wanted to yell at them: You can't do this!

But she had no strength.

Some officers turned to look at her, their piercing eyes making her unable to open them.

Jiazhen walked over and frowned, telling her,

"Yaqi, if you felt so good~ so good~ then it doesn't count as rape! You met that man at a coffee shop, and then went to a hotel together. There are witnesses to all of this. They didn't see you being forced!"

"I...I...no, I didn't! Waaah~" Yaqi denied tearfully.

"What do you mean, 'no'? When you were in bed with Zhang Zijun, didn't you feel really good? So you weren't raped?" Jiazhen's eyes gleamed with a strange light.

"That's right, ma'am, your rape claim is completely unfounded. You just had an affair and slept with other men. Think it through." Suddenly, more and more figures appeared around them; the police officers had all moved closer.

Yaqi wanted to say something several times but swallowed it back. She buried her face in her hands and cried, "It's all my fault, it's all my fault!"

Suddenly, everything went dark, and everyone disappeared. A dark figure stood in a corner.

"I told you I'm a man of my word. Come here, cash on delivery!" It was the man surnamed Ye, his lower body exposed, leering.

"Come here, I'll give you another dose of 'high-protein nutrition'." "Ha~ha~ha~~~"

... " Ahhhhh

!" Yaqi woke up with a scream and a cold sweat. It was a dream. The blinding sunlight pulled her back from the darkness. Was it dawn? She lay paralyzed on her bed in the bedroom and saw a photo on the bedside table. It was her wedding photo, and the bride in the photo looked so happy. But now, reflected in the glass, she saw a haggard and distorted face. A face

full

of regret and pain. === ... The rain stopped, the weather cleared up, and Manager Chen decided to set off. "You come too." Me? What do you need me for? "To help out." Apparently, after the partner company moved, there were some problems with the network system; the connection to our company wasn't very stable, and they needed someone to check it out. So, Deputy Manager Chen, along with a female assistant and me, set off in his Honda. "You sit in the back." The two of them chatted and laughed all the way, while I, bored in the back, had to find my own amusement. Today, I wore a white shirt with a slightly beige pencil skirt—not bad. Of course, the focus had to be on my lower body. Hmm, the skirt was lifted up, but unfortunately, not high enough, and there was no side slit, plus I didn't dare to openly peek—ha, not enough. What happened later wasn't important; the important thing was when it was time to leave. "I'll go get the car; you guys wait for me at the entrance." Just before leaving, I was chatting happily with their people when Deputy Manager Chen, probably impatient with me dragging them along, went to the underground parking lot alone and drove the car out first. At the entrance, I surveyed the surroundings. There was still some construction work to be completed, and only one or two families had moved into the building. The wall surrounding the building opposite was still standing, with only a few scattered workers moving around. My assistant and I waited at the entrance, looking towards the driveway, for a minute or two, but the car still didn't come out. "Let's call and ask." My phone was on, but no one answered. I called again, but both times it went to voicemail. Okay, I'll go check it out myself; maybe Deputy Manager Chen is in the restroom. I borrowed a phone from the guardhouse at the entrance to call up and ask if he was there. No! He's probably in the parking lot; maybe the car just won't come out. That doesn't make sense either; there aren't many cars parked down there. I'll have to go down and check myself. The parking lot downstairs was empty. Although it was midday and the sun was quite hot outside, it felt chilly inside. When I got near where the car was parked, I saw that the back doors were open, and the car was swaying. The sound of my footsteps must have disturbed what I was thinking. Just ten steps away, two dark figures suddenly jumped out of the car, startling me so much that I ran backward. When I calmed down, the surroundings returned to a cold, quiet silence. Damn, I'm really a weirdo, but I think most people would have reacted similarly. I looked through the open car door, and sure enough, just as I suspected, Deputy Manager Chen was lying unconscious inside. She was lying head down on the back seat, her lower body completely naked, legs spread apart, only her underwear and pantyhose hanging from her calves. I only knew that my lower body swelled up, so I went around to the other side to get a clearer view from the front. Sigh, it would have been better if I hadn't looked. After seeing it, there were only two words: So dark. It must have been because she had given birth and worked for her husband for several years; her genitals were a patch of wrinkled black, and with the tangled hair stained with semen, it didn't match her beauty at all. Sigh, my fantasies about her were shattered. Of course, I quickly called an ambulance. Later, at the police station, I was questioned repeatedly by the officers. Finally, they told me and my assistant to go to the nearby construction site to see if there were any similar people. I didn't even know their height, and my assistant only saw two people rush out of the driveway and run to the construction site across the street. Of course, we found nothing. I wasn't released until after 10 PM that night. The next day at work, I was surprised by how quickly the news spread. There were piles of rumors, everyone was whispering. Most of my colleagues were indignant and regretful, but some seemed to be getting more and more excited as they talked. I later heard that Deputy Manager Chen had used a stun gun to resist, but it backfired. Hundreds of thousands of volts of electricity stunned her. The medical examination showed that the assailant had shocked her several times on the back of her neck and lower back before raping her. Some people even said that Deputy Manager Chen had contracted a sexually transmitted disease, but I don't know if that's true or not. Anyway, I never saw Deputy Manager Chen again. The company didn't blame me or the other person, and it seems they even asked a reporter not to report the incident. Looking back on this incident now, I have a feeling that women look better when they are dressed.

A rumbling sound echoed from one end of the tunnel as a shuttle bus prepared to pull into the station. Commuters waiting on the platform all turned to look in the same direction. Suddenly, the crisp sound of high heels came from behind. Several male commuters turned to look, their eyes lighting up as they locked onto their target.

A beautiful woman was walking briskly towards them. Her long, flowing hair, well-fitting suit, fair skin, tight skirt, slender legs, gleaming high heels, and designer handbag completed her confident and radiant appearance.

"That was close! I almost missed it. I shouldn't be late today,"

she thought, a smile spreading across her face as she watched the doors close and the train slowly pull away. Only two men with briefcases remained on the platform, staring blankly at the departing train. After they disappeared from sight, one of them turned around and their eyes met. Realizing why they hadn't made eye contact, they both turned away with wry smiles. One looked down at the newspaper in her hand, while the other was lost in thought, reminiscing about

the beautiful figure she had just seen. Zhang Yaqi, twenty-six years old, is a highly educated, attractive urban professional. Fresh out of school, she landed an assistant position at a large company that everyone envied, rising to the top sales specialist position in just two years.

Her outstanding achievements and tactful attitude earned her praise from colleagues and clients alike.

"She'll probably be the company's first female manager," this sentiment wasn't just circulating in the office; Yaqi herself was quite confident it was only a matter of time.

Her career achievements conveyed a message of confidence and strength, yet beneath this strong-woman exterior, Yaqi also displayed the gentle charm of a feminine woman. This was understandable, given that she had only been married for three months and was a new bride who "washed her hands of the kitchen and let her sister-in-law taste the food first."

Seven months ago, her college boyfriend proposed to her. After three days of "restraint," Ya-Chi happily accepted. Although she had changed boyfriends seven times in just over a year since her discharge from the military, which had slightly displeased her parents, they wouldn't listen to anything Ya-Chi, who was deeply in love. Unable to resist their beloved daughter's pleading eyes, the two elders finally gave in.

The young couple rented a small apartment in the suburbs of Taipei. After getting married, Ya-Chi didn't quit her job and continued to commute daily. Her husband now works for a private company, in the trading business, and he rarely talks about his work. Ya-Chi was busy with her own career, so she hadn't paid much attention.

"We'll buy a car in a year, so I can pick you up and drop you off at work. In a few years, we'll buy a small house, and then..."

Ya-Chi and her husband earnestly planned their future.

Ya-Chi found a seat, covered her mouth with her hand, and yawned. The wedding night was, of course, a night of passion. Ya-qi recalled last night… oh, no, it should be “this” morning’s intimacy, the slight tingling in her private parts, as if the lingering warmth of her husband’s penis still remained deep within her. Ya-qi’s cheeks flushed slightly, and her legs involuntarily pressed closer together.

When Ya-qi was newly married, she wasn’t really keen on having sex with her husband four or five nights a week, since they were both working professionals and needed plenty of energy to meet the challenges of the next day. However, she could

never resist her husband’s advances. Ya-qi was also a little puzzled by how he seemed so energetic after work, sometimes even leaving her exhausted. Perhaps he had grasped the knack; the feeling of sex was becoming increasingly satisfying for Ya-qi, and recently, she had started rushing to work in the mornings to avoid being late.

When Ya-qi snapped out of her reverie, she suddenly noticed a change in the lower body of the passenger standing in front of her. Looking up slightly, she saw a high school student with a childlike face, staring intently at her legs.

Yaqi was annoyed by the impolite stare, yet also felt a touch of vain smugness. Yaqi knew she was naturally beautiful; her designer clothes, alluring perfume, delicate pink hue, and naturally elegant demeanor made her the center of attention wherever she went. No wonder this teenage boy was staring so intently at her fair thighs encased in stockings; especially since her tight skirt had ridden up a few centimeters after she sat down, making his heart race and him completely distracted.

Yaqi coughed lightly and pulled down the hem of her skirt, causing the boy to blush and look out the window. She also noticed that the male passengers in the same carriage were doing the same thing. "All crows are black," Yaqi thought to herself, her annoyance vanishing, replaced by a

feeling of helplessness. "Good morning, Manager Liao!" Yaqi greeted the short, stout man in the elevator with a smile. "Good morning, Miss Zhang," the man replied with a grin. This man was Yaqi's direct supervisor, surnamed Liao. He looked like a typical overweight middle-aged man, wearing large glasses and only reaching Yaqi's shoulder in height. His fashion sense was questionable, and he always spoke with a forced, insincere smile. When Yaqi first joined the company, unfamiliar with the environment, she was extremely respectful, especially to her supervisor. However, after several months and warnings from female colleagues, she realized he was a lecherous pig in human skin. This lecherous pig often took opportunities to harass his pretty female subordinates. Manager Liao's usual method was to frequently "inspect" the office, whether there was a reason or not. The so-called "inspection" was indeed just him looking around. He'd either stand behind female employees who were working, staring at their firm breasts under their collars, or steal glances at their shapely legs under their tight skirts; or he'd feign greetings, put his arm around their shoulders or pat their backs, and intentionally or unintentionally tease their bra straps. Every time this lecherous man appeared in the office, it caused a small commotion. Every female employee would either quickly check if their tops were straight or pull down their skirts and close their legs to avoid any wardrobe malfunctions. Ya-qi remembered that after a week at work, she was squatting in front of the filing cabinet looking for meeting materials. Because she was in a hurry and couldn't find them, Ya-qi forgot about her manners. When she was about to get up, she realized that her department head, Manager Liao, was standing in the doorway, staring wide-eyed at her parted thighs, and even worse, drool was dripping from his mouth. Only then did Ya-qi realize her rudeness and quickly left, blushing. From then on, Manager Liao's "inspections" were specifically targeted at her. Yaqi didn't want him to continue, but if it weren't for these minor harassments that were difficult to prove, she would have had this lecherous pig sued for sexual harassment long ago. Besides, Yaqi's ambition made her tolerate it; after all, he held the power of promotion. "One day I'll make you pay!" Every time she saw that spitting pig face, Yaqi would comfort herself with this thought. "Ms. Zhang, why have you been almost late lately?" "Really?" Yaqi replied without turning her head, clutching her documents. There were only two people in the elevator. "Are you too busy at night? Don't overwork yourself!" Manager Liao smiled lewdly. "That dead pig!" Yaqi cursed inwardly, but still nodded and smiled. "Sorry, I'll come earlier next time." "It's okay." Yaqi didn't reply, just stared at the increasing number of floors, and the elevator returned to silence. "By the way, what brand of pantyhose do you usually wear?" "What!?" "Oh! No, I didn't mean anything by it. Look, your pantyhose seem to have a hole." Yaqi looked down and saw a hole in the back of her left pantyhose. “You can tell whether a company is vibrant or not by the way an employee dresses, so…” Before Manager Liao could finish speaking, Yaqi immediately apologized and promised never to do it again.

"You pighead!" Yaqi rolled her eyes and cursed inwardly. "All you do is stare at women's thighs, and you're a master's degree holder at that? You have no shame."

...

Inside the women's restroom, two female employees were chatting in front of a vanity mirror.

"What bad luck, I encountered sexual harassment first thing in the morning, it's infuriating. Jiazhen, do you have any extra pantyhose?"

Yaqi lifted her skirt and slowly took off her frayed stockings, throwing them into the trash can.

"Sorry, I don't have any spares," the other employee replied, touching up her stockings with a powder compact. Yu Jiazhen, Yaqi's senior colleague in the same department, a year older than Yaqi, wore a well-tailored plain suit, her shoulder-length hair was styled up, revealing her fair and delicate neck, and she was a beautiful woman no less stunning than Yaqi.

"Forget it, I won't wear it."

"You have to be ruthless with pigs like that. Like that time he casually touched my butt, and I 'accidentally' stomped on it hard with my heel. After that, he never dared to mess with me again."

"I'll make him pay!" Yaqi said resentfully.

"By the way, how's your married life? It must be very sweet, otherwise why is your eyeshadow so heavy?"

"You rascal! Don't joke like that."

Although she was unhappy, Yaqi felt a surge of tenderness in her heart, and her previous gloomy thoughts vanished. Thinking of Ni's affectionate behavior with her husband after returning home made Yaqi blush and her heart race.

"Oh! What are you thinking about? Your face is so red, is it...?" " You're so annoying!" Yaqi

pouted her bright red lips, pretending to hit Jiazhen.

"Feeling guilty!" The two women laughed and joked like this. "Hmm, you did a good job. It's decided then."
In the conference room, Manager Liao handed a report back to Yaqi. "Sorry to make you work overtime. The boss needs this data tomorrow." "It's alright, I'll go home now." Yaqi got up and looked at the clock on the wall; it was almost seven o'clock. "Okay, bye-bye." Yaqi quickly tidied up and hurried home. The company was deserted; only Yaqi's footsteps echoed in the empty corridor. Yaqi stood in front of the elevator, waiting for it to come up while thinking about what dinner to take home. Suddenly, she felt something behind her. Yaqi turned around and looked, but saw nothing. "Just my imagination." Yaqi tilted her head and thought for a moment. The elevator dinged as it arrived. Looking at the closing elevator doors, not far around the corner, a pair of eyes were peering through a V8 camera lens. ... In an apartment on the first floor, a television in the living room was playing an image. A man, naked from the waist down, was staring intently at the television, masturbating vigorously while holding his penis. The screen showed the back of a woman's body. Strangely, in the distorted image, her underwear was clearly visible, as if it had been pierced. This was the result of high-tech technology; a certain brand of camera, fitted with a filter and clothing of a specific material, could produce this effect. "Heh, heh, so good, I'll fuck you to death, you little slut." "Why are you wearing high-waisted underwear? Who are you trying to seduce?" The man masturbating accelerated his movements, muttering to himself. "Oh!" With a loud "Oh!", the man ejaculated violently into the screen. "Damn it, Zhang Yaqi, one day I'll make you cum to death." The obese Manager Liao collapsed onto the sofa, wiping his penis with toilet paper. The white, cloudy liquid sprayed everywhere, filling the room with a fishy smell. "It feels like a dream, this must be happiness!" Yaqi leaned against the edge of the bathtub, staring blankly at the steaming water. The relaxation of her body and mind made Yaqi feel incredibly comfortable. Her past seemed to play like a slideshow, scene by scene: the loving care of her parents and teachers, the vibrant school life, the triumphant success in her career, and her handsome and gentle husband. Thinking of her husband, Yaqi recalled the moment he confessed his love to her. In that instant, it felt as if angels were fluttering above her. It wasn't the first time a boy had confessed; beautiful women were never short of suitors. But this feeling of being moved was unlike anything she had ever experienced. Yaqi's heart pounded, and she remembered almost nothing afterward. She only remembered that they had agreed to go to the movies together the day after tomorrow, and then she tossed and turned all night, unable to sleep, eagerly anticipating their date. She got out of the bathtub, stood on the bathroom floor, and picked up the showerhead, letting the warm water flow. Yaqi wiped the water droplets from the mirror, and her face was reflected in it. "I love your dimples when you smile," she thought, as if she could hear her husband's words again, as he held her face during their first kiss. A sudden tremor ran through Yaqi's heart. A small, fiery ball seemed to be burning in Yaqi's chest. Not just her chest, but her entire body seemed to gradually heat up. Moving her gaze slightly downwards, looking down from above, Yaqi's breasts weren't large, but they were firm and pink, appearing more proportionate to her figure. Yaqi held the showerhead against her chest, touching her breasts with her hands. She flicked her nipple with her index finger, and the originally soft nipple sensitively hardened. Yaqi closed her eyes slightly, slowly recalling the feeling of being caressed by her husband. Suddenly, a throbbing sensation gripped her chest. Although not painful, it spread pricking throughout her body. Even the untouched nipples hardened instantly. Yaqi cupped her breasts from below, holding the showerhead against the tip of her nipples while slowly massaging her entire chest. "Mmm..." Yaqi involuntarily groaned, her nipples hardening as if twisted, the usually pink nipples now turning almost dark red. This was due to the intense pleasure causing congestion and swelling. The showerhead moved gradually downwards from her chest, the warm water washing over her lower abdomen. This wasn't the first time she'd done this. Back when she was a young girl, she knew it wasn't right, but secretly enjoyed this forbidden pleasure. She hadn't done this since entering society, but for some reason, the pleasure had returned to her tonight. Actually, Yaqi didn't know her body had changed. Her newlywed sex life had opened up her body; when exposed to sensory stimulation, her body no longer reacted with rejection and stiffness but with an open acceptance. People say that a newlywed woman's body seems to exude an alluring charm, provoking and bewitching the senses of men who follow her scent, although this wasn't a message the woman consciously sent. This must be what mature charm is all about. "Yaqi, are you alright? Why did you take so long to shower?" The knock on the door pulled Yaqi back to reality from her reverie. "Uh, I'm done showering." Yaqi grabbed a towel and dried herself, as if waking from a dream. "It's your turn to wash!" Yaqi said, drying her wet hair as she opened the door for her husband. Her fair skin, flushed and alluring after being soaked in hot water, looked enticing. Gazing at his wife's radiant beauty, Yaqi's husband couldn't resist wrapping his arms around her slender waist from behind, his hands roaming freely. "Oh dear, what are you doing!" Yaqi's already flushed face turned even redder. "What's wrong? We're an old married couple, anyway, just wait a bit..." "Who said we're an old married couple? You can wait a while." Yaqi giggled and pushed her husband inside. "Take your time washing." Yaqi picked up the hairdryer and sat down at the vanity to dry her wet hair.

Helpless, the husband obediently closed the door and took a shower. Would he shower slowly and carefully? Of course not. The "intimate moments" he had been anticipating all day had already made him incredibly aroused, and he couldn't wait to just quickly rinse off and be done with it. He only knew that his beloved wife was extremely clean; otherwise, he would have already pounced on her like a hungry tiger and enjoyed himself to the fullest.

"So comfortable!"

Yaqi lay comfortably on the bed, the soft light reflecting off her smooth, satin-like body, giving it a faint sheen. A hand slowly traced from the foot of her breasts, all the way up the ridge to the summit, creating an indescribable sense of beauty.

As if remembering something, Yaqi got up and took out her underwear from the wardrobe, slowly putting it on. Looking at herself in the mirror, Yaqi turned around,

"Won't I be too sexy?"

Yaqi's skin was smooth and delicate, from her breasts to her thighs, seemingly never having seen the sun, appearing exceptionally white, especially her breasts, which had a bright sheen, revealing blue veins. At the apex were pale pink areolas and tiny nipples, even more alluring under a small bra, the thin panties barely concealing her full hips.

"Wear this tonight!"

Yaqi smiled sweetly, satisfied, and tiptoed to the bathroom door to listen for any sounds inside.

The sound of running water ceased, and through the glass, a blurry figure was dressing. Yaqi quickly lay back on the bed, turning to her side and feigning sleep.

The reclining sleeping beauty awaited her prince's kiss.

After waiting a long time without a kiss, Yaqi opened her eyes and turned to see what was happening. Suddenly, a figure pounced on her.

"Ah! You're so naughty..." Before she could finish, a warm tongue had already probed inside. "Mmm, mmm" sounds escaped from their intertwined mouths.

"You rascal!" Yaqi breathed heavily, pinching her husband's cheek. After a moment's pause, her soft, moist lips pressed against his. Yaqi completely ignited her husband's passion, who responded fervently to her repeated kisses; their tongues intertwined, swirling and turning, their breaths growing hotter and more rapid. Yaqi's soft body pressed closer and closer, the sudden contact, combined with the man's scent, gradually making her weak, her arms limply encircling her husband's neck.

"You almost melted me," Yaqi's husband said, propping his head up with one hand and smiling at his wife.

Yaqi, her face flushed with desire, teased, "Want more?"

"Of course!"

Yaqi's husband pounced on her again, pressing her tightly against him, his hands beginning to roam freely, gently but quickly kneading her full breasts. She went limp, her arms weak and powerless, her delicate skin and sensitive nipples a tempting sight.

Yaqi's husband buried his face between her breasts, his tongue greedily sucking on the delicate nipple, its tip circling and swirling against it. Meanwhile, his other hand conquered the other breast, alternating between the two, hand and mouth working in turn.

Yaqi grew increasingly excited, her lower body beginning to writhe. Soft, almost murmured words escaped her lips.

"Zhaolin, Zhaolin..."

Yaqi whispered her husband's name, but Zhaolin, consumed by lust, paid no heed to her words, focusing solely on his assault. Her transparent, lace-trimmed lingerie had long since been pulled down, revealing a triangular patch of pubic hair that seemed to radiate powerful energy, attracting the seeker.

A hand lightly touched that patch, wandering along its narrow path. The moment it slipped between her thighs, it felt a wetness, and sensed the entrance slightly ajar, awaiting the arrival of a distinguished guest.

"Ah...ah...oh..."

Yaqi felt the burning tip pounding against her lower body. Zhaolin also exerted his untapped potential, thrusting harder and more skillfully, sending Yaqi into the abyss of pleasure. Her

entire private area felt like it was gradually being filled to the brim. Her clitoris slowly tingled, becoming hot and hard. Yaqi's legs were spread to their limit, the electric pleasure penetrating her from head to toe in a straight line.

"Ugh..."

Feeling her waist rising, Yaqi bit her husband's shoulder, desperately suppressing her high-pitched gasps. The intense pleasure made Zhaolin thrust with all his might. The equally intense pleasure also made Yaqi unable to control the lingering moans that escaped her lips.

"Ah, so good..." Stimulated by a premonition that her whole body was about to explode, Yaqi finally couldn't hold back any longer.

"Ahhh... I can't take it anymore..." Her snow-white, full buttocks involuntarily thrust upwards, her supple waist trembling uncontrollably, until only the realm of ecstasy rapidly expanded; her pink vagina clenched and spasmed, shimmering fluids flowing out in waves, while she uncontrollably let out long, lewd cries of pleasure; she felt a warm, melting sensation throughout her body, as if time had completely stopped—and then came the endless descent.

Yaqi reached her peak climax, and Zhaolin, unable to hold back any longer in her convulsing vagina, thrust forcefully and ejaculated as well. After Zhaolin completely ejaculated, Yaqi's vulva still clung to her husband's penis, as if reluctant to let go.

Zhaolin lay panting on her soft flesh, her face flushed, her long eyelashes fluttering, enjoying the afterglow of her climax.

Zhaolin kissed the sweat-drenched Yaqi, embracing his wife's body as he slowly closed his eyes, while Yaqi, with a satisfied smile on her face, nestled peacefully in her husband's arms and fell asleep.

"Still sleeping! It's almost time for work, you'll be late!"

Ya-Chi, dressed in her lingerie, sat in front of the vanity, deftly applying makeup and tidying her appearance while urging her husband, still lying in bed, to hurry up. Hearing his wife's urging, Zhao-Lin stretched and slowly got out of bed, looking reluctant.

"I have to rush to work. Have breakfast yourself, just like before, and remember to eat. I'll bring something back tonight; if you're hungry, you can buy something to eat first. Oh, and if you come home early tonight, remember to spin-dry the clothes in the washing machine and then take the laundry basket to wash. Put the detergent in first, wait for it to dissolve, then put the clothes in. Don't use the wrong order like last time, or the bleach will smell too strong. Also..."

"Okay," Zhao-Lin replied, lazily getting up to get dressed.

"Don't be like that, you need to be more energetic," Ya-Chi glanced at her husband in the mirror.

“I’m busy with work right now, so I don’t have much time or energy to fulfill my duties as a wife. Once I get promoted, I’ll have more free time, and I’ll make it up to you then, okay?”

Hearing his wife’s words, Zhao Lin’s expression changed slightly, but Ya Qi, who was putting on makeup with her back turned, didn’t notice.

Ya Qi sat back on the bed, kissed her husband like she was comforting a child, and tenderly stroked his face, gently wiping away the sleep from the corner of his eyes. Zhao Lin smiled, took Ya Qi’s hand, and kissed it.

“Get up quickly.” Seeing her husband’s smile, Ya Qi returned it with a sweet smile.

Looking at his wife’s face, Zhao Lin said, “Well, I have something I want to discuss with you tonight.”

“Okay, then I’ll try not to work overtime and come home early. Oh no, I’m running late! We can talk about it later tonight, bye-bye.”

Remembering it was time for work, Ya Qi hurriedly got up, quickly pulled up her pantyhose and skirt, threw on a coat, grabbed her briefcase, and rushed out the door.

Zhaolin watched the departing figure, then lay back down on the bed, resting his head on his hands and staring thoughtfully at the ceiling. "Why are you late today?

Oh

, right, that pig wants you to go see him later."

He had barely sat down when his colleague Jiazhen poked her head in for a chat.

"Nothing, he wants to see me?"

Yaqi frowned slightly, skillfully turned on her computer, and launched Outlook with one hand to check her schedule, while sipping her breakfast drink in the other. Jiazhen also peeked into the cubicle and watched.

"You forgot to zip up your skirt," Jiazhen whispered in Yaqi's ear.

"What!" Yaqi exclaimed in surprise, reaching behind her to check. Because she was almost late for work this morning, she had just thrown on some clothes and left, forgetting to zip up the back of her skirt.

"No wonder there were so many people."

Yaqi remembered that she was the only one when she got out of the elevator earlier. The company building was very tall, and usually no one would go up after that, but today was unusual; there was still a group of people in the elevator. The thought of a dozen eyes staring at her buttocks, her underwear completely exposed, made Yaqi feel both embarrassed and angry.

"I finished the report the boss needed yesterday, and isn't Xiao Chen handling the Xinguang case? What else is there?" Slightly annoyed, Yaqi clicked the mouse frantically all over the screen. An unread email sat in her inbox; the sender was Zhang Zijun.

"Zhang...Zi...Jun?!"

"Ah! Right, it's Zhang Zijun's evaluation report," Yaqi muttered to herself, as if remembering something. "

So it's about that handsome young man. Time flies, it's already been three months." Jiazhen leaned back on the table and chatted with Yaqi.

"I inquired at the HR department. I heard he's a graduate of a prestigious national university, and he joined our company right after graduation; his family is in business, and it seems they plan to let him work outside for a few years before he comes back to take over the family business."

"Huh, doesn't he have to serve in the military?" Yaqi turned to look at Jiazhen.

Jiazhen thought for a moment and then said, "He's a National Guard soldier, and he looks quite strong. I wonder what reason he had for not serving. But it's good, he looks clean and healthy, unlike some guys who become completely different after serving, smoking, drinking, and going to prostitutes—they come back with a host of bad habits. Aren't you his mentor? Why are you asking me?"

"I only guide him on official business; I don't ask him much about his personal life."

"Oh, why are you putting on airs? As colleagues, we should be friendly. Besides, this young man is quite handsome. Every time you two talk together, you don't know how much the older and younger women in the office are watching you. I've even heard that several hot girls from different departments are interested in pursuing him, and his fan club is being formed." Once Jiazhen started talking, she couldn't stop.

"Nonsense, he's not a singer, he doesn't have a fan club. By the way, Jiazhen, were you exaggerating what you said about me?" Yaqi asked Jiazhen nervously.

"Really? Ah, you're a married woman, or rather, newly married. There are some things you can't say." Jiazhen covered her mouth with her hand, stuck out her tongue, and looked enlightened.

"Sorry, I'll be more careful in the future and won't spread it around. Well, I have to go now. By the way, let me come to your house today, I haven't seen your new house yet."

"Okay, let's go together after work."

Actually, Yaqi knew that Jiazhen was right, so she didn't usually get too close to him outside of work, intentionally avoiding this young man and keeping a distance. To be honest, Yaqi didn't dislike him. When she was assigned to be his mentor by her superiors, Yaqi even felt a little lost.

Thinking about this, Yaqi found it somewhat amusing. She was a worldly woman, yet she was flustered by a greenhorn.

It was understandable; since entering the workforce, the men Yaqi had encountered were either elderly men or slicked-back middle-aged men. So, when a fresh-faced young colleague with a student-like air entered the company, it certainly caught Yaqi's attention and garish impression.

Yaqi bent down and casually tugged at her stockings, adjusting the seams. The misaligned stockings made Yaqi uncomfortable, but she only had time to adjust them now. After a while, Yaqi noticed someone standing at the exit of the cubicle. Looking up, she saw Zhang Zijun, holding documents, standing smiling in front of her.

"Is there something you need?" Yaqi asked, slightly embarrassed, her face flushed, straightening her posture.

“It’s like this, there’s a problem with the case at the Asia Pacific company that I’d like to ask you about. Manager Liao asked me to contact you, and I sent an email to you, senior.”

“Oh, yes, yes, I received it. Sure, let me see it.” Yaqi hadn’t paid any attention to the email’s contents and answered somewhat guiltily.

So Yaqi took the documents and answered the questions one by one. Zhang Zijun also leaned closer, bending down to listen carefully.

“Well, remember to prepare the quotation first. You’ll need to contact Ms. Lin in the accounting department more often for this part, and then…”

Yaqi turned her head to talk to Zhang Zijun, and only then did she suddenly realize how close they were. Zhang Zijun’s breath was almost brushing against Yaqi’s ear.

Yaqi’s heart skipped a beat, and she continued speaking the words she hadn’t finished, but at this moment her mind was in turmoil, and she could almost hear her own heart pounding. The boy next to her took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, his regular and gentle masculine breath wafting over her.

Where was he looking now? Yaqi didn’t dare to look. Was he looking at the business documents, or was he staring somewhere else? Shoulder-length curly hair was styled in an updo, revealing a fair and delicate neck. Was this it? The lace neckline of her blouse accentuated the full curves of her chest. Was this it? In her haste today, had she forgotten to button her clothes?

Ya-qi dared not think any further and quickly composed herself, standing up. Zhang Zi-jun then straightened up and took a step back, his face still bearing a childish smile, though his cheeks were slightly flushed like Ya-qi's. His eyes seemed unsure of where to look, his head lowered as he stared at the file in his hands.

"I'm going to get a glass of water."

Ignoring Zhang Zi-jun's response, Ya-qi left her seat without looking back, leaving Zhang Zi-jun standing there dumbfounded, unsure of what to do.

"It's the scent." Ya-qi suddenly understood why she felt a connection with this young man.

There was no expensive or cheap cologne, no sleazy smell of smoke or alcohol, only an indescribable, refreshing aroma. That scent was something she hadn't smelled in a long time. Ya-Chi remembered that the only similar scent she'd ever had was on her husband. Back then, he was still a student, and perhaps it was that scent that attracted her to him, leading to their falling in love.

Thinking of her husband, less than a year into their marriage, she felt a pang of guilt for already being attracted to men other than him. She felt like she was doing him a disservice. She also realized that it seemed like that scent hadn't been detected on him since he went to serve in the military.

"Bye-bye, Jia-Zhen and I will be leaving later. See you tomorrow," Ya-Chi said to her colleague. It was time to leave work, and the office quickly emptied out.

"How big is your little haven? Is it rented or bought?" Jia-Zhen asked.

"Rented. It's about 20 square meters, with one bedroom and a small living room. The location is good, very close to the MRT station, so transportation is quite convenient."

"Why don't you ask your husband to drive you around? It's only a few hundred thousand dollars, and you don't have to worry about the wind and rain. Unlike me, no one drives me around, and I can't even drive," Jia-Zhen said sullenly.

"Oh, um...we plan to save up for a down payment on a house first, then buy a car. Anyway, transportation is convenient, so it's fine." Yaqi quickly organized the documents at hand and responded sullenly.

"Yaqi, with your looks and qualifications, you could easily marry a rich young master and be a pampered housewife. Why did you marry a poor guy?"

Yaqi had been asked similar questions countless times and was already impatient. She had already prepared a standard answer, which she would repeat to anyone who asked.

"I don't think money is...and..."

Yaqi explained to Jiazhen like a broken record, while also reflecting on her relationship with her husband.

Several months into their marriage, the initial passion of their honeymoon had begun to fade. When Jiazhen questioned her, practical problems surfaced one by one. Yaqi realized she wasn't very familiar with her husband's financial management.

She knew his family wasn't wealthy, so the wedding was kept simple, and the dowry was merely a formality. She was responsible for all household expenses after the wedding; even the rent, which had been agreed upon as her husband's responsibility, was now being paid by Yaqi after the bank notified her of a cash shortage a month later.

From their dating days, Yaqi knew her husband, Zhaolin, had no concept of money. He had spent five years in university with little work, and after his military service, his jobs were short-lived, leaving him with little savings. Coupled with his penchant for socializing, buying a car and a house was simply a pipe dream.

Although she had worked for two years with a higher salary, making her financially more secure than her husband, society still considered supporting the family a man's responsibility. While Yaqi was a modern woman, she still felt a slight unease.

This wouldn't do! Yaqi decided to have a serious talk with her husband.

°It's only just begun, it's not too late, let's start now! °Thinking this, Yaqi perked up and enthusiastically began planning.

Women are always extremely interested in changing a man, regardless of his role—girlfriend, wife, mother, it's all the same.

…

“What?…”

Yaqi snapped out of her daze, realizing Jiazhen was nudging her with her elbow.

“What are you daydreaming about? Your friend is talking to you.” Jiazhen winked and gestured with her lips.

Before she knew it, they were in the elevator, where Zhang Zijun stood, still with that blank smile on his face.

“Good evening, senior sisters.” Zhang Zijun greeted her.

“Congratulations, you're now a full-time employee of the company. Seeing how hard you work and how good your qualifications are, you're sure to have a bright future. Please give you your support.” Jiazhen said sweetly with a smile in her eyes.

“Not at all, I still need your guidance in work matters.”

“The colleagues are having a welcome party this Saturday, Yaqi, do you want to go?”

“I have something to do, I can't go.” Yaqi glanced at Zhang Zijun and, seeing his eager and expectant gaze, answered coldly.

"Oh." Disappointment was evident on her face.

Jiazhen glanced at the two of them, her keen female intuition already detecting a hint of ambiguity.

"Goodbye, we're leaving."

As soon as the elevator doors opened, Jiazhen turned back to wave goodbye to Zhang Zijun, while Yaqi stepped out of the elevator without looking back.

Zhang Zijun walked slowly behind, watching Yaqi's slender back, his childlike face once again displaying that signature smile.

...

"We're here. You go in first, I'll go downstairs to buy something," Yaqi said, opening the door.

Jiazhen took off her shoes in the entryway and went inside. The suite was pitch black; it seemed Zhaolin hadn't returned yet. Yaqi

placed her briefcase by the door and was about to leave when suddenly a gasp came from inside. She quickly turned on the light and saw a man carrying Jiazhen, who had just entered the room, from behind.

"Honey, what are you doing?" Yaqi asked angrily, hands on her hips.

The man was Zhaolin. He froze, looked at Yaqi, then glanced down at the woman in his arms, and jumped in fright, quickly pulling his hands away.

"I...I...sorry, I thought it was..." Zhaolin stammered, looking terrified.

Jiazhen stood to the side, her face flushed, hands covering her chest, still shaken. Zhaolin stood there helplessly.

Yaqi walked over and tapped her husband on the head with her finger: "You're not a child anymore, what kind of game are you playing? You'll scare me to death!"

Yaqi glared at Zhaolin and said, "Let me introduce you, this is my colleague, Yu Jiazhen."

"Hello, hello, I'm sorry, I thought you were my wife, so..." Zhaolin stammered, scratching his head.

"It's...okay, I'm fine," Jiazhen said with a smile.

"Let's eat, I'm starving," Yaqi said, pushing the two of them. She then placed the dinner she had bought on the small table in the living room, and the three of them sat on the floor and began to chat.

“Yu… Jia… Zhen, I think I’ve heard this name before in our department.”

“You remember now, I was in Class A. I just recognized you too.” Jia Zhen looked at Zhao Lin with a teasing gaze.

“Yes, yes, I’ve seen you a few times, but we weren’t in the same class, so we didn’t see each other much, and I didn’t recognize you at first.” Zhao Lin said happily.

“So you two were classmates before?” Ya Qi asked in surprise.

“Yeah, before…” Zhao Lin said.

Once the topic was started, the two, who hadn’t seen each other for a long time, excitedly chatted about their school days. Ya Qi couldn’t get a word in edgewise and silently listened.

“Ah, I forgot to buy drinks, you can keep the guests company.” Ya Qi simply got up and left, leaving the two in the room. The two, interrupted, couldn’t find a way to continue the conversation, so they just ate quietly.

“Hey, is this your wedding photo? Let me see.” Jia Zhen broke the silence, looked around and found the photo on the TV, and went over to look at it.

"Yes, that's..." Zhao Lin's eyes suddenly lit up. A round, full bottom swayed gently in front of him, her jade-like legs slightly parted, the color of her stockings making her exposed thighs appear pink and lustrous.

The scent, different from his wife's, filled his nostrils, and recalling the soft, warm body he had just felt, gave Zhao Lin a feeling of ecstasy, and his manhood stood erect involuntarily.

He was completely intoxicated by Jia Zhen's fragrance, so much so that he didn't even notice Ya Qi entering the room and coming to his side. It wasn't until Ya Qi gently patted his shoulder that Zhao Lin abruptly looked up, smiling awkwardly. Ya Qi, unaware of his strange behavior, continued to greet the guests, and the group chatted and laughed all evening

.

It was getting late. After seeing Jiazhen off, the couple prepared for bed in their bedroom.

"Yaqi, I have something to tell you," Zhaolin said to his wife, who was lying in bed,

after taking a shower. "I'm not talking anymore, bye-bye. What's up, honey?" Yaqi hung up the phone and got up to go into the bathroom to shower after seeing her husband come out.

"Well, I... quit my job," Zhaolin said with difficulty, his fingers interlaced.

"Oh, why? You were doing so well, what happened?" Yaqi, who was bending over to test the water temperature in the bathtub, came out in surprise upon hearing her husband's words.

"Nothing, I just felt there was no future in it, and the boss was stingy, so I just quit."

"What do you want to do in the future? The economy is bad now, and jobs are hard to find. You could wait a while before changing jobs, why quit?" Yaqi frowned immediately upon hearing this.

"It's okay, I'm going to be my own boss. That way, all the money I earn through hard work is mine, and I don't have to depend on others," Zhaolin said excitedly, his eyes lighting up.

“But being a boss isn’t easy. Leaving aside other issues, the question of where to get the funding is a huge problem.”

Zhao Lin’s smile froze; his wife’s constant dampening of his enthusiasm had made him very unhappy.

“I’m planning to invest my dad’s retirement savings, and my mom has also set up several investment schemes for me to use. I’m going to partner with some friends to set up a factory in mainland China. The wages there are cheaper. We can all be factory managers and work hard. They have connections for domestic and international sales, and they can even sell to the US. We’ll be making millions, one million at a time, instead of just earning a fixed salary of tens of thousands.”

“But you’re not familiar with this industry. Can you trust those friends? I’ve heard the situation on the mainland isn’t very stable. Many Taiwanese businessmen have lost money and are going back home. Taking money from Mom and Dad…” “

Do you support me or not?” Zhaolin interrupted him impatiently.

“You started working earlier than me, of course you earn more. These days, the economy is bad and even big companies are going bankrupt. Why should I wait until the company can’t hold on and get laid off? I’m a man, after all. If I have the opportunity, I should go out and make my way in the world. How can I stay at home washing clothes and cooking, relying on my wife to support the family?”

Yaqi sensed the hidden meaning in her husband’s words and fell silent.

Her husband, who had never raised his voice to her before, was yelling at her for the first time today. This not only frightened Yaqi but also made her feel a little sad. She lowered her head and a tear rolled down her cheek.

Zhaolin softened at the sight and sat on the edge of the bed, putting his arm around his wife’s shoulder and apologizing.

“It’s okay. It was my fault. I didn’t consider your feelings.” Yaqi wiped away her tears, her eyes red, got up, and went into the bathroom. The two of them didn’t speak again.

That night, the two of them lay back to back in bed, thinking about their own things, and neither of them slept a wink.

The Taipei sky was damp and sticky. It was rush hour, the end of the workday, and crowds thronged the streets, beginning another phase of their lives.

Ya-Chi strolled aimlessly along the street, lost in thought.

Unlike before, when she would rush home after work and never work overtime unless absolutely necessary, Ya-Chi had changed. She would stay at the company as long as possible, and if she couldn't find a reason to work overtime, she would drag Jia-Zhen or other colleagues out for meals and shopping.

But everyone had their own private matters, so the part-time workers at the fast-food restaurant would often see this stylish and glamorous woman lingering for an hour or two, drinking a beverage, flipping through a newspaper three times over, and spending the rest of the time quietly gazing out the window, lost in thought.

In short, she didn't want to go home so early.

Since that night, the passionate atmosphere of their newlywed days had faded. Her husband, Zhao-Lin, quit his job the next day and started leaving early and returning late, constantly busy with his own affairs, treating Ya-Chi coldly.

Yaqi couldn't take it anymore and really wanted to sit down and have a proper talk with her husband. But after being rebuffed a few times, she wisely stopped bringing it up. Soon after, she also started ignoring her husband in a huff. Although they lived under the same roof, they seemed like strangers.

"Are you and your husband having a fight?" Jiazhen asked curiously in a low voice one day.

Others could already sense it! This deepened Yaqi's distress, but her stubborn temper prevented her from showing weakness. It seemed that the day when the couple could reconcile their cold war was even more distant.

Stepping out of the underpass, a cold wind blew, and she shivered, looking up at the towering skyscrapers. Following the flow of people onto the overpass, she watched the endless stream of cars below. Yaqi stopped, lost in thought.

Should this continue? It had been five months and twelve days.

Seventy-five sentences—that was all he had said to her in all this time, sometimes not even for days at a time! "

I was just offering some suggestions. I'm your wife, and in the end, I'll support you. Why yell at me like that!" He

's so petty to ignore me like that.

And these past two days he's said he's going to the mainland for a business trip, leaving me all alone. What kind of person is he!

A series of questions flooded Yaqi's mind, she kept asking herself.

Next week is my birthday, does he even remember? What if he forgot… Thinking of this, a pang of sadness hit her, and two tears welled up in her eyes.

…

“Ms. Zhang? What a coincidence, meeting you here!” A voice sounded behind her, and Yaqi turned around in surprise to see a familiar smile.

“Ah…hi, what a coincidence!…Are you shopping?” Upon seeing him, she recognized him as her junior colleague, Zhang Zijun. Yaqi was a little flustered.

“Yes…yes…I came to the department store to buy some things…”

After some polite greetings, the two stood facing each other, unsure what to say. Yaqi's eyes darted around, avoiding Zhang Zijun's gaze, while he smiled and stared directly at her face.

“Um…since we've met Ms. Zhang here, I have something I'd like to ask you to…help me with, is that alright?” Zhang Zijun finally broke the silence and asked.

"What's up?"

"Well, I wanted to buy a gift for someone today, but I haven't found anything suitable after looking for a long time. I was wondering if Miss Zhang could accompany me to choose one and give me some advice."

"Ask for my advice?... Oh... Is it for that pretty girl? Hmm... Okay!" Yaqi smiled

, her eyes narrowing. "Really?" Zhang Zijun's eyes lit up with excitement at her approval.

"There's a boutique in the Hilton Hotel next door. I'd like to go check it out. Let's go together... Let's go."

Zhang Zijun excitedly led Yaqi there immediately.

It's just a small favor, nothing big. Yaqi thought to herself.

...

"These earrings are nice, the style and color are beautiful." Yaqi pointed to the jewelry in the glass display case.

"Yes, your girlfriend is so beautiful, these earrings really suit her." The saleswoman smiled and said to Zhang Zijun.

"Ah!... No... no, I'm not his..." Hearing the saleswoman say this, Yaqi blushed and hurriedly shook her head in denial.

"Okay! This is it. Please wrap it up carefully; it's a gift." Zhang Zijun turned to Yaqi with a smile and immediately agreed.

Yaqi didn't dare look at him.

"No problem. Will you be paying by credit card or... oh, credit card, okay, please wait a moment." The saleswoman skillfully handled the credit card and earrings.

"That's all for today..." Yaqi started to say.

Before Yaqi could continue, Zhang Zijun immediately changed the subject.

"Let's go for afternoon tea later! The pastries at the shop next door are quite good. I've troubled you so much today, so of course it's on me."

"I..."

"Besides, you've helped me so much with work, and I haven't even thanked you yet. It's really not right." He gave Yaqi that signature smile again.

She couldn't resist that bright, sunny smile, compared to her husband's indifference...

"Okay!" Yaqi agreed. Anyway, she'd be alone at home; it would be good to have someone with her.

As a married woman, this was her first time meeting alone with a man other than her husband since her marriage, and the thought made her heart pound.

In the coffee shop, the two sat in a quiet corner. Zhang Zijun, who usually seemed like a shy young man, was surprisingly a different person in private.

He was outgoing, humorous, and, most importantly, adept at engaging conversation. The initially reserved Yaqi gradually opened up and chatted and laughed with Zhang Zijun.

That day, Yaqi had her long, flowing hair pulled back. Her beautiful, black hair had always been Zhang Zijun's favorite. However, at this moment, Zhang Zijun didn't notice her hair or her exposed, snow-white neck. From the very beginning, his gaze had been fixed on Yaqi's chest; her full breasts attracted him like a magnet.

The front of her blouse was open, revealing a portion of her cleavage, as if trying to draw him in. The table was only a meter wide; he could easily reach out and touch her mysterious, high breasts. He was fantasizing about what it would feel like to hold those breasts.

I really want to bury my head in there...

This thought had been lingering for a long time. Several times in the office, he'd wanted to undress her, slowly licking and sucking her nipples.

Just thinking about it made him hard… Lost in thought, Zhang Zijun drifted into a fantasy world.

…

“Come on! Hold me!”

“Hurry up!”

The beautiful fantasies were both real and surreal, her alluring body writhing like a snake. Her eyes were languid, her full, red lips slightly parted, uttering seductive moans. In his dream, Yaqi, dressed in sexy lingerie, seduced men like a wanton woman. Zhang Zijun squinted, the beautiful images constantly flooding his mind.

The submissive nakedness gave him a sense of superiority, a feeling of being above millions, an extreme stimulation enough to drive someone mad.

…

“The weather's been changing so fast lately, hot one minute and cold the next,” Yaqi said curiously, trying to start a conversation when she saw his distracted expression.

Her sudden remark startled Zhang Zijun, pulling him back to reality. He hurriedly replied, "Uh, yes, yes..." and then hastily took a sip of his drink.

Yaqi picked up a small cherry from the cake and put it in her mouth, her beautiful lips parting to reveal her neat, white teeth.

Zhang Zijun watched Yaqi biting into the cherry, his mouth watering uncontrollably. Under the table, his penis was already throbbing. Now, seeing Yaqi's moist lips, his arousal intensified.

Less than a year of marriage had made Yaqi even more beautiful and charming, like a blooming rose.

Zhang Zijun, who was used to being surrounded by women, couldn't resist such a captivating young woman.

When it came to sex, Zhang Zijun was passive. He had a handsome, doll-like face, excelled academically, came from a wealthy family, and was also quite athletic, making him popular with girls from a young age.

Although somewhat introverted, his views and behaviors became open and unrestrained after being mentored by several "older sisters" in high school, making it hard to reconcile with his outward appearance.

Zhang Zijun has now become a master, having seen countless women, and the advances of women have honed his flirting skills. His

innocent appearance easily evokes a woman's maternal instincts, making his pursuit of women even more successful.

"I must make love to her today!" This was the first time he had actively desired a woman, a fleeting look of lust on his face.

The innocent Yaqi, unaware that she had become the hunter's prey, blinked her beautiful eyes at him.

Since joining the company, Zhang Zijun's focus had been drawn to Yaqi's beautiful figure. At first, he only admired her, after all, she was already married, and he was already busy with other women offering themselves to him.

However, after several encounters, he became infatuated with this newlywed woman, unable to extricate himself; Yaqi's deliberate avoidance only fueled his desire to conquer, this was the first time he had actively felt lust towards a woman.

The ancients said, "No story is complete without coincidences," but to be honest, most so-called coincidences are actually deliberate arrangements.

Zhang Zijun was well aware of Yaqi's every move. He had recently learned that her relationship with her husband seemed to be changing, and he couldn't miss such a golden opportunity. So, lately, he always followed Yaqi after work, observing her. He saw her either with friends or alone.

When he saw her standing forlornly on the overpass today, he excitedly knew his chance had arrived!

"

It's a rare two-day weekend today, how about we have dinner together tonight?"

Yaqi glanced at her watch; it was only a little past four.

“I have a car, how about we go to Tamsui? My family has a villa there, the view is great, you can see the Tamsui River at night.”

Ya-qi hesitated, remaining silent.

“Or I can take you home, okay, Ya-qi?”

Now he was calling Ya-qi by her first name, and she didn’t seem to mind, showing an unnatural expression.

Zhang Zi-jun knew he couldn’t rush things. Since he couldn’t have dinner with the beauty, he would take her home. In short, finding a reason to increase the time they spent together would increase the chances of getting closer to her.

“Let’s go to Tamsui together, I haven’t been there in a long time anyway.” Ya-qi readily agreed.

Zhang Zi-jun was overjoyed, his previously lowered mood was now stirred up again.

With such beauty before him, Zhang Zi-jun remained calm, observing her reaction and assessing the situation. To be honest, he hadn’t expected things to go so smoothly, progressing so easily. He had thought she would strongly refuse, and if she really did, he really wouldn’t know what to do next.

In front of this beautiful young woman, all the confidence he had cultivated in flirting vanished, as if he had regressed to the age of first love in his youth.

"Wait a minute, I'll go get the car."

Yaqi

stood by the roadside, her mind preoccupied with her husband, questioning the rightness or wrongness of her recent decision.

However, the thought of him stirred a resentment within her. Half the reason she had accepted Zhang Zijun's invitation was out of anger towards her husband, Zhaolin. As for the other half, Yaqi wasn't quite sure why; she seemed to be anticipating something.

(We've only been married a short time, and you're already bullying and neglecting me like this. Since that's how it is, I'll…)

A reckless thought crossed Yaqi's mind, though she quickly dismissed it.

Soon, a car pulled up in front of her. Yaqi clicked her tongue; although she didn't know much about cars, she knew this one was quite valuable.

(Luxury cars, villas—such wealth at only twenty-something!)

Ya-qi calmed herself and got into the car.

As she sat in the driver's seat, a faint fragrance wafted over. Zhang Zi-jun's eyes involuntarily drifted to her thighs; her legs, encased in stockings, were so long and slender, and his heart pounded.

(Being too hasty will scare women away.)

Zhang Zi-jun quickly composed himself and focused on driving.

...

After a short drive of several tens of minutes to Tamsui, the car pulled into a duplex villa built into the terrain. In front of the door was a garden terrace and a small swimming pool. Ya-qi was slightly surprised; this was her first time in such a place.

A Filipino maid came out to greet them. After Zhang Zijun gave her a few instructions, she took out champagne, dessert wine, and some pastries, then disappeared.

Yaqi strolled alone in the courtyard, admiring the scenery. Sunlight filtered through her thin top, vaguely revealing her slender, graceful figure and the outline of her bra. Her sexy appearance made Zhang Zijun's heart itch.

Turning back, their eyes met. Yaqi smoothed her hair and smiled slightly.

"Let's look at the scenery and chat first. I've already ordered restaurant delivery; we can enjoy a feast later."

Sitting on a garden chair, the sea breeze gently blowing, both of them were in high spirits. Yaqi abandoned her reserve and drank quite a bit of wine. She kept talking to Zhang Zijun, her enthusiasm high; it seemed the alcohol was starting to take effect

. "

This is a painting I did before; it depicts the scenery behind the villa in the mountains."

"Really? You're so talented."

After a simple dinner, Yaqi strolled around the living room, admiring the furnishings, while Zhang Zijun followed closely, explaining.

(What could a man and a woman do alone in a room? It's getting late, and she's still showing no signs of leaving; it seems she's interested too!)

He knew it was time to make his move.

"Yaqi..."

"What?"

When Zhang Zijun suddenly turned and pulled her close, Yaqi fell into the young man's arms as if she were collapsing. As his arms encircled her waist and tightened their embrace, she smelled his distinctive masculine scent.

"Don't do this, let me go!" Yaqi struggled, but at this moment, she didn't feel disgusted; instead, she hesitated.

(No! I'm Zhaolin's wife, I'm Zhaolin's... I am...)

Just as she was thinking this, Zhang Zijun's lips were already close to hers.

"No! No!..." Yaqi exclaimed, trying to push him away, but her body, held tightly in his strong arms, was completely immobilized.

The man's lips pressed against hers, but Yaqi resolutely kept them closed. So the young man, a few years her junior, shifted his focus from her mouth to her ears.

"Ah!..." The area from her ears to her neck was the most sensitive of Yaqi's erogenous zones; a trembling pleasure emanated from behind her ears.

Zhang Zijun quickly noticed Yaqi's reaction and began licking back and forth along her neck, a mere tickling motion with his tongue and lips.

His hot breath on her ears sent a jolt through her body like an electric current: "Ah!... Mmm..."

Because she didn't want to make a sound, the sounds that escaped her lips were all the more sweet and unbearable. Her hands, which had initially tried to push Zhang Zijun away, somehow found themselves gripping his shirt tightly, pressing against him.

When he began to caress her long-desired breasts through his shirt, Yaqi suddenly snapped back to reality. A burning sensation seemed to ignite her lower abdomen, and her heart pounded even faster.

Sometime during the night, the buttons on her blouse were undone, and Zhang Zijun's warm hand slipped inside her bra, approaching her beautifully shaped, soft breasts. The round, protruding nipples trembled slightly, and the nipples, pinched by his fingers, immediately became sensitive and erect.

"No! Please, don't do this… I have a husband…" Yaqi's voice was low and indistinct.

What if her husband found out?

What if others knew about her infidelity?

An indescribable fear gripped Yaqi, but she couldn't muster any strength to push him away.

Zhang Zijun pretended not to hear, subtly leading the entangled couple slowly into the bedroom. Yaqi was busy resisting the hands roaming her body, completely unaware that she was being pushed and dragged towards the bed.

Suddenly, the hands that had been roaming over Yaqi released her, freeing her. Yaqi hurriedly tried to avoid the man, but didn't notice his foot was between her legs. She lost her balance and fell onto the bed, just as Zhang Zijun had planned.

Yaqi collapsed onto the bed, powerless to resist. Her skirt billowed up, hanging at her waist, revealing her fair thighs and glaringly white, sexy panties, arousing the man's lust. His trousers were already unusually bulging.

Yaqi's eyes met the bulge, then she quickly looked away.

Facing the danger of being raped, Yaqi was still acutely aware of the shape of the man's penis. Ironically, she suddenly thought of her husband's size. Yaqi's whole body instantly burned like charcoal on fire. Perhaps subconsciously she didn't dislike this young man, so she didn't try to cover herself; instead, she felt a desire to let him see her as much as he wanted.

Zhang Zijun's gaze moved upwards. As Yaqi instinctively tried to cover her bulge with her hands, Zhang Zijun bent down and pressed her upper body down, taking one of her nipples into his mouth. Experience told him it wasn't time yet. Controlling his impatience, he slowly licked the hardening nipple with his tongue, sucking on the areola with a "slurping" sound.

“No! Ah… Oh…” Yaqi desperately grabbed his hair to pull his head away.

Zhang Zijun reached his hand deep into her skirt, his fingertips gently stroking the crease formed by her stockings and panties. Yaqi let out a small scream and tried to grab Zhang Zijun's hand, but his fingertips still forced their way up and down near the cleft.

“No… no… stop…”

But he completely ignored Yaqi's protests. Occasionally, when he felt a force trying to push her away, he would press down hard on her extremely sensitive bulges. Yaqi would arch her back and tremble slightly, but soon she would give up and obediently accept his caresses.

Yaqi herself could no longer resist the sharp pleasure coming from her breasts or lower lip.

(If she could just give her body to him like this and let him caress her, how wonderful it would be.)

A lingering sense of morality still restrained Yaqi's thoughts. She still wanted to resist the man on top of her, but for some reason, she couldn't muster the strength. Instead, she became half-heartedly resisting and half-yielding. To resist the hand roaming her thighs, she squeezed tightly, seemingly intentionally letting Zhang Zijun's hand stay there. When she was forced to part her thighs, his hand moved subtly.

At some point, the protest turned into hot, labored breathing: "Ah...ah...no more...mmm..."

Zhang Zijun sucked on her lips, drawing out her saliva and her tongue. Then, he bent over, using his knee to separate Yaqi's legs. Their tongues intertwined, her chest heaving, her lower abdomen rising and falling, while Zhang Zijun's fingers simultaneously slipped inside her panties, exploring her already soaked mons pubis.

The secret garden, once visited only by her husband, was now intruded upon by another visitor. The conflicting emotions were quickly overwhelmed by intense pleasure. Yaqi's lower body was completely wet with her own secretions; her mind was so hazy that she completely forgot everything, so she gradually allowed Zhang Zijun to do as he pleased.

Yaqi arched her back, as if chasing Zhang Zijun's fingers, but the fingers lightly escaped. An overwhelming, intense pleasure stimulated Yaqi's most intimate parts, making her feel a burning, unbearable heat.

"Ah...ah...ah..."

A few drops of saliva clung to her parted lips as Yaqi gasped for breath, her thighs slick with moisture. The unbearable sensation made Yaqi gasp for air, finally bringing tears to her eyes.

When Zhang Zijun realized that Yaqi's eyes, mouth, and lips were completely wet, he breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that his long-awaited prey had finally yielded.

(The time had come!) Zhang Zijun suddenly went berserk, like a ravenous beast, forcefully tearing off her clothes, pulling off her bra, and removing her stockings...

Yaqi opened her watery eyes, watching him strip herself naked, offering no resistance.

Zhang Zijun quickly got up and removed his own clothes. His proud, previously confined penis, now freed, leaped out like a spring, its tip glistening with a thin stream of clear fluid that danced in the air.

Satisfied with his throbbing erection, Zhang Zijun lifted his body and pulled down Yaqi's underwear, which was arguably her last line of defense.

"Mmm!" Yaqi felt a sense of relief.

Zhang Zijun roughly inserted his finger, using his fingertip to open her labia, then, holding his penis, he thrust in forcefully. He couldn't take it anymore!

"Ahhh!..." As his hot penis penetrated deeply, Yaqi almost stopped breathing, and her already burning lips immediately began to tremble.

"Ah...I can't take it..." Zhang Zijun cried out as he felt the vaginal walls writhing and wrapping around his penis, his hips thrusting even more rhythmically.

The male member penetrating her lower body pounded again and again, gradually increasing the speed of his thrusts. Yaqi's moans grew more urgent as his engorged penis relentlessly raced through her narrow body.

Yaqi's eyes were tightly closed, her brows furrowed, her fingers gripping the man's arm, moving her lower abdomen up and down in rhythm with the thrusts...

Zhang Zijun grew increasingly excited. He suddenly shouted, not even knowing why, and sat up. Yaqi half-opened her eyes, and as Zhang Zijun sat up, she leaned back. Zhang Zijun leaned forward, and Yaqi's lower abdomen immediately thrust upward. Her legs were bent backward, her buttocks raised as high as possible, seemingly unwilling to separate their tightly joined lower bodies.

They were pressed together again, feeling as if they were on an airplane, the airplane flying upward, upward, flying as high as it could go, as if it had exceeded the limits of gravity.

Zhang Zijun felt Yaqi's body suddenly stop moving, and in that instant, he felt an unusual heat, an unusual tightness, an unusual sucking sensation.

Time seemed to stand still for a moment.

They both let out joyful cries, primal cries of joy, the joy every mature person yearns for, the joy brought about by humanity's most fundamental nature.

Moonlight sneaked in, lingering on their sweat-drenched bodies. The two, who had been wildly intertwined just moments before, were now completely still.

They had fallen asleep, naturally drifting off to sleep after experiencing the highest level of pleasure one could ever experience, in a state of extreme exhaustion.

In the morning, the dazzling sunlight pierced their eyes.

The pinkish-white curtains and the bright, clear glass windows reflected the vast expanse of greenery and sunlight outside. A newly arranged flower, perhaps a lily, adorned the white window frame.

When Yaqi forced herself to open her eyes, the first thing she saw was a chair beside the bed, and draped over the back of it was a pale white bra—one of her favorite pieces of underwear. She had bought it at a high price because of its delicate lace and embroidery.

Seeing the bra brought back a blur of memories for Yaqi. She vaguely remembered the passion of the previous night, the caressing hands, the erect penis, and the full, ardent kisses.

Yaqi suddenly realized, where was she? What time was it?

The fresh air cleared her head. Was the young man who had ridden her last night still beside her? But when she reached for her side, the pillow was empty.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, she saw her clothes scattered haphazardly in every corner of the room, strewn across the carpet and on the chair. The clothes weren't just his; some were clearly men's clothing.

Yaqi was beginning to remember what had happened yesterday.

The sheets were spotless, clearly changed, and there was no sweat or residue from their intimate moments.

Yaqi felt incredibly embarrassed, her face flushing as she thought about how she had allowed a man to wipe her body while she slept. She also felt a sweet warmth in her heart at Zhang Zijun's tenderness and care.

But then she quickly thought of someone: her husband, Zhaolin, and she was his wife.

Frowning, Yaqi couldn't help but blame herself for her indulgence, a wave of guilt and regret washing over her, the strong moral compass instilled in her since childhood washing over her.

Yaqi cupped her face in her hands, silently telling herself how could she have done something so immoral, especially since her husband hadn't wronged her; it was entirely her own indulgence.

(I can't do this anymore. I need to explain to Zhang Zijun that it was just an unintentional mistake, let it go, he… should understand. As for my husband… I absolutely can't let him know!)

Her inner reason told her that if she continued like this, something terrible would happen.

Finally calming herself down, Yaqi picked up her clothes and got out of bed.

Just as she was about to get dressed, the bathroom door opened, and Zhang Zijun walked in, a towel wrapped around his waist, humming as he entered.

"Ah!" Yaqi exclaimed, quickly grabbing the blanket to cover herself.

"Good morning, Yaqi. Did you sleep well? Want to sleep a little longer?"

His voice was deep and sexy, and hearing it made Yaqi's heart waver again.

Zhang Zijun unceremoniously untied the only towel he was wearing and tossed it towards Yaqi. As soon as Yaqi managed to free herself, Zhang Zijun was already sitting beside her.

"Sorry! Sorry! I didn't notice." Although his face was full of apology, his eyes revealed a smile.

Yaqi's heart raced. She turned her head away, closing her eyes, her shapely thighs exposed outside the sheets, trembling slightly.

What Yaqi saw was Zhang Zijun's large, firm male symbol, standing proudly erect between his legs, swaying back and forth as if showing off.

"You... hurry up... get dressed!"

"Oh, it's a natural reaction, every man does that after waking up in the morning..." Zhang Zijun chuckled, gently stroking Yaqi's thigh.

"I... I... know! Just hurry up and get dressed." Yaqi blushed and quickly shrank back.

"Okay. I'll go prepare breakfast. Do you want to take a shower? I'll wait for you outside."

He finished dressing and went out.

(I'll talk to him later, hoping he can understand!) Yaqi got up with a mix of anticipation and unease, gathering her clothes and getting dressed.

Stepping outside, she found Zhang Zijun preparing breakfast in the open kitchen. The delicious aroma wafted over, but Yaqi, preoccupied, had no appetite.

"I'm almost done. I've planned a whole bunch of activities after we eat. There are many scenic spots in Tamsui, so let's stroll along the Tamsui-Kinmen Highway all the way to Keelung. In the evening, we'll have some snacks at the temple entrance, and then..."

Zhang Zijun hurriedly took down a toasted loaf of bread. Breakfast was plentiful, with sandwiches, orange juice, and fried eggs on the table.

“No need, I want to go back,” Ya-Chi said firmly.

“Oh, is there no need to be in such a hurry?” A look of surprise flashed across her face.

Ya-Chi didn’t reply. She picked up her glass and sipped her juice, her expression serious as she looked down at the food on the table.

Zhang Zi-Jun watched, leaning slightly forward, his gaze locked on her eyes, making her feel pressured.

After a long while, he said, “Have some breakfast first, and I’ll take you home afterward.”

…

After breakfast, Zhang Zi-Jun drove Ya-Chi back to Taipei. The two didn’t speak the whole way, a silent atmosphere filling the car.

“I heard you and your husband had a fight?” Zhang Zi-Jun suddenly asked.

This question caught Ya-Chi off guard, and in her confusion, she could only answer truthfully.

“Well…no, it was just a little unpleasant thing, but it’s normal between husband and wife…”

“Oh, so last night was just a substitute for your loneliness? Or a tool to get revenge on your husband?”

The sudden, sharp question pierced her heart. Ya-Chi’s chest spasmed, and she opened her mouth to say something but couldn’t utter a sound.

"It's okay, I don't mind. I know last night was a beautiful mistake, right? Since it was a mistake, it shouldn't happen again, right?"

Zhang Zijun turned to Yaqi with a smile, his white teeth seeming to gleam in the sunlight.

Yaqi breathed a sigh of relief. She hadn't expected this young man, younger than her, to be so mature in handling matters of the heart. A huge weight had been lifted from her shoulders, and her affection for this understanding young man grew stronger.

"I really..."

"No need to say anything, I know everything. I'll be careful."

Zhang Zijun freed his right hand from the steering wheel and slowly but firmly pulled Yaqi close, kissing her left cheek.

Yaqi didn't resist, simply nestling into his arms.

Without any resistance, Zhang Zijun further adjusted her position, letting her rest her head on his lap, and unbuttoned her blouse so his hands could roam freely over Yaqi's hair and cleavage.

Yaqi curled up on the man's lap like a cat, her eyes closed, receiving the stimulation and trembling from his touch. The masculine scent emanating through the fabric gave her an unprecedented feeling of dizziness and comfort.

Not long ago, such actions would have only provoked her defensiveness and rejection. However, since he had already let go of the past, and this fleeting affair would end in a few minutes, she might as well enjoy it!

By the time he patted her buttocks, reminding her to sit properly, the car had arrived in Taipei and was waiting at a red light.

"I still don't know where you live?"

"Oh." Ya-qi sat up straight, noticing the motorcyclist next to her staring wide-eyed at her exposed breasts.

Blushing, Ya-qi quickly sat up and put on her clothes, glancing at her watch; it was almost noon. "Let's have lunch first! This time it's my treat," Ya

-qi said with a smile. For Ya-qi now, the past 24 hours had been the boldest, most passionate, and most exciting day of her life. However, for Yaqi, this was the beginning of a tragic ordeal, as a series of nightmares followed. If she could start over, she would undoubtedly make different choices. But it was too late; the gears of fate had already begun to turn. "Really don't want me to take you home?" Yaqi didn't want him to know her address, smiling and shaking her head in refusal. Zhang Zijun's reluctant expression stirred something within her. The car still showed no sign of starting, his sorrowful eyes continuing to gaze at the beautiful woman standing on the sidewalk. After impatient urging from other cars, the expensive sedan slowly glided away, merging into the rumbling traffic. Watching Zhang Zijun leave, Yaqi turned and walked, strolling along the street, pondering that night, that wild night. Her parents and teachers had always taught her fidelity in marriage, which allowed her to finally suppress her impulses and desires after experiencing such physical pleasure. But now, Yaqi found a trace of self-loathing. As her thoughts gradually cleared, Yaqi was startled to realize that the intense desire she felt that night was unprecedented. Without the alluring fragrance of flowers, there would be no bees! Her cherished love had kept Yaqi steadfast in her defenses against suitors since she was young, even her beloved husband only allowing her to touch her most private and profound spot on their wedding night. Before that, allowing a man to lightly touch her breasts through her clothes was the greatest audacity. But after last night's actions, this proud adherence seemed so arrogant. "What should I do, this sinful woman?!" Yaqi muttered to herself, several passersby stopping to stare at her. Shame, self-reproach, escapism, and repression washed over her like waves, engulfing her. ... Not far behind, a man on a motorcycle watched, his pen moving rapidly across his notebook. "2:33 PM, left A's car, driving without any particular purpose." The notebook was filled with descriptions of time, people, and locations. Stroking his stubble, the man stared at the slender figure in the distance, a satisfied smile spreading across his face. He closed his notebook, turned the accelerator, and sped away. ... Yaqi sighed, glancing across the street at a bus picking up passengers. " Go home first." Yaqi strolled onto the overpass, heading towards the bus stop. An elderly couple blocked her way down the steps. Unable to bypass them, she stopped. The elderly couple, the woman holding the man's arm, walked slowly down the steps, one on each side. Suddenly, Yaqi remembered her husband Zhaolin's words when he proposed: "Holding your hand, we'll grow old together." Zhaolin's shy smile was vivid in her mind. " How foolish of me, still worrying!" A sudden surge of emotion brought tears to Yaqi's eyes. She no longer hesitated. The mutual support of the elderly couple showed her what she needed to hold onto: those clasped hands were forever, that was true love. ... " Oh , when did you get back?!" Yaqi exclaimed in surprise as she entered the room, her heart pounding for no apparent reason. "I just got back this afternoon. I finished up some things over there early and came back right away," Zhaolin said, lounging on the sofa in the living room, remote control in hand, staring at the screen. "I...I...I went to the department store this morning, I didn't expect you to...come back. I'm going to buy...um...some clothes. Do you want lunch? There's some...dumplings in the fridge, I'll go..." Yaqi stammered, feeling guilty. "No need!" Zhaolin turned around, a stiff smile on his face. From the moment Yaqi glanced at him as she entered, she dared not look him in the eye again. Hearing his reply, she hurriedly lowered her head and went into the bedroom like a child who had done something wrong. "I... I'll change my clothes first. Would you like some fruit? I'll peel some for you later. Oh, I'm going to the supermarket to buy groceries later." The sudden situation left Yaqi's mind a jumbled mess. Her original plan to have a proper heart-to-heart talk with her husband after he returned home had to be abandoned for now. Hearing his wife's voice from the bedroom, Zhaolin turned around, frantically switching channels, his face as cold as ice. It was nearly midnight. Yaqi, having showered, came out of the bathroom. The bedroom lights were off, only a nightlight was on. Zhaolin was lying on the bed, whether asleep or not was unknown. Opening the wardrobe, Yaqi picked out a bra to put on. The deep white silk bra had a yellowish tinge under the dim nightlight. The blouse was trimmed with heavy lace, at the hem, the high slit, and the neckline. It was collarless and sleeveless, with only two strips of fabric forming shoulder straps. The delicate, openwork lace occasionally revealed glimpses of cleavage, making parts of the breasts appear and disappear. As for whether the whole thing would be visible? Oh, no! Not at all. The dense, soft satin was the best concealment; nothing could be discerned by sight alone. Yaqi slowly put on the blouse, exuding a voluptuous sexiness with every movement, and even struck a pose in front of the mirror. This kind of proactive provocation was a first for Yaqi. Peeking at her husband's reaction in the mirror, she saw no movement; her husband on the bed remained silent, ignoring her actions. Slightly disappointed, Yaqi took a deep breath, then rolled onto the bed and lay down beside her husband.

"A quarrel at the head of the bed is resolved at the foot of the bed," Yaqi thought, hoping to break the deadlock between them. However, it seemed to have no effect; her husband remained silent, just as cold as he had been for the past few months.

Feeling futile, she simply turned over and prepared to sleep. Her original plan to tell Jiazhen that she would take the day off to spend time with her husband was now abandoned.

Night fell, the sun temporarily lost its heat, a cool breeze blew gently, and the room was quiet except for the ticking of the bedside clock.

She couldn't sleep! The rhythmic movement of the second hand filled Yaqi's mind. She lay with her eyes wide open, unable to sleep, only feeling the long, continuous, seemingly endless, jumbled sound.

Yaqi felt suffocated, her mind racing. The more she tried to avoid thinking about it, the more the image occupied her mind.

Yaqi felt terrified; she was thinking about another man beside her husband.

What was wrong with her? Yaqi asked herself.

The passion had come so quickly, sweeping over her like a tidal wave.

During those moments together, Yaqi was completely immersed in a hazy, intense love, with only a sliver of consciousness remaining to perceive her sinking deeper. Undeniably, upon first meeting Zhang Zijun, she was captivated by his fresh, natural, and sunny disposition.

Yaqi felt as if she were in a dream, as if it were unreal and unbelievable. It wasn't that she had never loved before; her memories of her courtship with her husband were still vivid. But never before had a man led her to that state of ecstasy like Zhang Zijun.

It hadn't been long since she left Zhang Zijun's body; the prolonged, intense entanglement and impact still left a lingering, dull feeling on her lower body, as if that purely physical satisfaction had returned.

Just imagining it made Yaqi feel languid and languid. Her physical desires, lurking deep within her, had remained unknown throughout her many years as a woman, only becoming acutely apparent after her passionate encounter with Zhang Zijun.

…

Ah!?

A shiver brought Yaqi back to her senses. A large, rough hand slowly moved across Yaqi's neck, and she immediately realized who it was.

Yaqi's shoulder was slightly exposed, her breasts soft. Zhaolin's hand moved from gentle caresses to kneading, from kneading to rubbing.

His body pressed tightly against Yaqi, his hot palm and light nibbling kisses sending waves of pleasure through her body, beyond physical contact.

"Mmm…"

Yaqi's breathing quickened, a blush rose to her cheeks, and fine beads of sweat appeared all over her body, soaking her shirt. A tingling pleasure spread throughout Yaqi's body.

The moonlight shone through the window, vaguely illuminating Yaqi's fair skin. Stimulated by sight and touch, Zhaolin's body was like a huge train, slowly starting to move.

The rumbling sound reflected his rapid heartbeat, and Yaqi vaguely felt the erect tip rubbing against her back. However, he had no intention of going all the way in; he was simply enjoying it all.

Zhaolin's hand moved from Yaqi's plump inner thigh towards her most sensitive area, gently slipping along the pubic bone below her slender abdomen.

A woman's mind is the most complex, as is her physiology; layers upon layers conceal countless secrets.

Passionate desire stimulated Yaqi, waves of stimulation washing over her. Her lips were the first point of contact, then her vagina, then her clitoris, finally reaching her uterus.

Through Zhaolin's touch, Yaqi reacted strongly; she moaned, she writhed, and secreted a moist fluid.

A strange scent filled the small room, an aroma emanating from primal animal instincts.

Yes, it was a courtship signal.

Yaqi turned around and began to explore her husband's muscular body in the same way. Zhaolin was watching her, but strangely, there was no fire burning in his eyes.

Yaqi didn't realize that since returning home, she had never dared to look him in the eye again. Under his gaze, Yaqi lowered her head shyly, about to whisper words of love to her husband, when suddenly, his engorged penis released itself in her hand.

"It won't be that soon, will it?" A concerned question slipped from Yaqi's lips.

She quickly realized she shouldn't have asked, but it was too late. With a swift movement, Zhaolin left her without hesitation.

Filled with remorse, Yaqi leaned closer, whispering her grievances in her husband's ear, gently trying to win him back, while simultaneously using her seductive charm to rekindle his desire. It

was all in vain. No matter how much Yaqi teased him, Zhaolin remained unresponsive, and their relationship returned to the estrangement of their cold war.

Frustrated, Yaqi returned to the other side of the bed. Looking at her husband's back, she felt a burning, rapid heartbeat, a deep, unsettling heat still lingering within her.

She felt a void!

Yaqi gasped for breath. Unable to suppress it any longer, she got up and went back into the bathroom, hoping to extinguish the heat with a shower. The water poured over her head, making her feel much better.

But the thirst still burned within her. She had to be satisfied; she craved complete fulfillment.

The forceful flow of water pounded against her lower abdomen. Yaqi closed her eyes and fantasized, waves of pleasure washing over her. She pressed her hand to her chest, trying to extinguish the flames of desire within.

An image of a man echoed in her mind; she could only bite her lip to prevent the name from escaping her lips.

That predatory kiss! That rough entry! That unique rhythm! That breathtaking pleasure!

Finally, in the final moment of pleasure, the name escaped her tightly closed lips and was whispered:

"Ah, Zijun!"

The second hand ticked, time passing slowly. Yaqi crouched in a corner of the bathroom, feeling herself calming down, the heat gradually fading.

But instead of satisfaction, regret followed! A drop of water slid down Yaqi's cheek; was it water from the shower, or a tear?

Back in the room, her husband lay on the other side of the bed, perhaps asleep, perhaps still awake. Yaqi lay in bed, listening intently to the stillness of the night. Late sleep and tears had left her head feeling swollen and heavy, her ears ringing as if blocked.

Looking at the broad back beside her, a strange feeling welled up inside her, sweet memories of the past flooding back…

It was a rainy spring night, and the two were strolling in the city center near the memorial hall. The rain came and went; it was late spring, and although the temperature was gradually rising, it still carried a chill. Yaqi felt a coldness against her skin from the thin silk fabric.

In the pavilion of the memorial hall, the two sat side by side, silently gazing at the starry sky. When Zhaolin reached out and pulled her into his arms, the tall, strong shoulders he leaned on, the warm hand caressing her back, warmed Yaqi's heart…

…

When she realized that tears were obscuring her vision, her eyes were blurred, and she didn't know when the tears had started.

She rubbed her eyes, first feeling a sense of relief, as if a heavy burden had been lifted, then a sudden fear gripped Zhang Yaqi.

The thought of seeing that sunny smile again in the future filled her with trepidation.

Having grown up in a carefree environment, Ya-Chi was finally experiencing true worry.

...

The monthly departmental meeting was held in the company's conference room. The conference table, several meters long, occupied most of the floor of the Taipei East District building. Usually, these routine meetings became mere formalities, and this one was no exception.

A robust, elderly man, clearly a leader, was giving a long and eloquent speech. Those closer to him listened attentively, nodding occasionally in agreement, while those further away, seemingly oblivious to the situation, were preoccupied with their own thoughts—some daydreaming, some napping, and some even holding mini-meetings.

Yaqi sat at one end opposite Zhang Zijun, her heart pounding, a restless energy coursing through her body. That dreamlike feeling had returned. Yet, Yaqi sat quietly, composed, elegant, and beautiful. Occasionally, when his gaze fell upon her, a mysterious smile would appear on her face; Yaqi's exterior remained as indifferent as a stone statue.

"Ahem! Ahem!" After the chairman cleared his throat a few times, the small disturbance subsided, and everyone looked towards the company's sole boss.

The chairman surveyed the room and smiled with satisfaction.

"Finally, I have an announcement regarding a personnel change. I've decided to promote Zhang Zijun from the Business Department to Deputy Manager and send him to the US branch to assist in business expansion. He's an outstanding young talent, I know..."

Before he could finish, a commotion erupted from below, the most surprised being Yaqi.

"Really? He won't even last a year..."

"Hmph, it's all because his father and Old Dong are old friends."

"So lucky! I've worked here for so long and..."

Like a marketplace, the attendees whispered amongst themselves, envy and jealousy filling the air.

There was also a sense of loss, a deep disappointment in Yaqi's heart. Although she knew their relationship couldn't continue, the thought of never seeing him again filled her with an indescribable feeling of unease.

Back in the office after the meeting, a commotion erupted. Almost everyone... or rather, the "women"... rushed to Zhang Zijun's side. He was busy dealing with the noisy questions from the women around him.

"You're really something..."

"Oh dear! You're treating us now."

...

Flattering and coquettish laughter filled the air, making the area around Zhang Zijun the most densely populated area of women in the building.

As for the male colleagues? Based on the principle of opposites repelling each other, and given that Zhang Zijun monopolized the attention of all the women in the office, of course no one paid him any attention! At this moment, a few neglected males were scattered in the cubicle, oblivious to the laughter and commotion outside, their faces serious, snorting through their nostrils.

Only Yaqi walked indifferently back to her seat.

"When are you going to report to the United States?"

"The chairman wants me to report as soon as possible, so I'm leaving next week."

"So soon! Then we'll hold a farewell party for you this Saturday."

The voices reached her ears, and although Yaqi pretended not to care, her chaotic thoughts, unquenchable desires, and restless heart not only wouldn't leave, but instead became increasingly troubled, completely dominating her emotions.

Actually, Zhang Zijun went to work abroad not because of ambition, but to escape trouble. A few weeks ago, a heavily pregnant young woman rang his doorbell, crying and accusing his parents of abandoning him after seducing him.

Although he managed to resolve the matter, his father was furious. In the end, it was only thanks to the doting of his mother and aunt that the matter was resolved peacefully, on the condition that he leave and avoid all the trouble.

This was also one of the reasons why he couldn't wait to get close to Yaqi, observing her every move and eager to have his way with her.

And he finally succeeded in seducing Yaqi.

Looking at the pretty and charming faces around him, Zhang Zijun slowly pondered, preparing to choose one for his last tender moment before leaving. However, when he caught a glimpse of Yaqi's seat out of the corner of his eye, remembering the intoxicating pleasure he had felt, he unconsciously licked his dry lips. He had made up his mind!

...

"What's wrong? You look so lost. Don't want him to leave?" Jiazhen asked with a half-smile.

"Nothing, um... I didn't eat breakfast, so I'm not feeling well," Yaqi made up an excuse.

"Oh," Jiazhen didn't press further. After a while, she asked probingly,

"By the way, didn't your husband go to the mainland? Is he back yet?"

"He came back the day before yesterday. What's wrong?"

"No, just asking." Jiazhen's eyes flickered.

"Tomorrow is your birthday. I wonder how your husband will celebrate with you. Sigh, this unwanted old spinster, I have to spend my birthday alone every year. Only some annoying flies buzz around my ears, it's so annoying, so depressing." Jiazhen muttered aggrievedly.

Birthday!? This week, I've been troubled by my affair with Zhang Zijun for so long, I've been in a daze, and I even forgot my own birthday.

Zhaolin probably won't celebrate with me either!

A bitter expression flashed across her face, but Jiazhen saw it, her half-smile seeming to be gloating, or perhaps she was making up her mind.

The next day.

The office was as dull and busy as usual in the morning, until a deliveryman walked in carrying a large bouquet of flowers.

Instantly, everyone's eyes were drawn to it, especially the female colleagues, whose hearts pounded with anticipation and fear of being the lucky one.

"Excuse me, is this Ms. Zhang Yaqi? Please sign for this, thank you."

As the dust settled, the previously lively atmosphere cooled, and everyone thought, "So it's today's birthday girl." "

Is it for me? Could it be Zhaolin?"

Yaqi wondered in surprise, but also with a surge of joy.

The white envelope had no stamp, and was addressed to "Ms. Zhang Yaqi," along with a small gift box.

She gently opened the letter with a paper cutter and pulled out the card inside.

"Let's not disturb their sweet time together. We'll interrogate her properly when we celebrate Yaqi's birthday at noon," Jiazhen said with a smile.

The female colleagues who had been watching reluctantly returned to their seats, especially Manager Liao, who stood not far away with a sour expression.

Yaqi smiled slightly, grateful for Jiazhen's thoughtfulness.

The letter, written in a dark blue fountain pen, without looking up, simply read:

"I should let you know how much I miss you. I know your life is miserable, and that pains me deeply. My love has received no reward, making my heart even more bitter. I've tossed and turned countless nights.

That Sunday night, standing on the balcony overlooking the view, I felt I had wasted such a beautiful night. I should have traveled with you to every beach, leaving behind our laughter, so that future generations, occasionally pausing in the shade, could feel the joy we once shared. I miss you so deeply."

It ended with: "P.S. Tomorrow will be the last day I see you. I'll wait for you here after work, just the two of us. I'll wait."

Yaqi's mouth dropped open. It wasn't from her husband!

This was…!

Yaqi's hands trembled slightly as she opened the gift wrapping. It was an earring. She recognized it; it was the same one she had helped Zhang Zijun choose.

She stood up and looked around. Zhang Zijun was facing her, talking to someone else. When he met Yaqi's gaze,

he nodded and smiled slightly. With his baby face, he still seemed to possess a youthful innocence, although that wasn't actually the case at all.

After that night, the overwhelming, frenzied intensity made the so-called "orgasms" she experienced with her husband seem like mere ripples, not worth a laugh.

"Danger..." The word flashed through Yaqi's mind.

On her way home, filled with unease, Ya-qi harbored a secret hope: that her husband would stop her! Just seeing Zhao-lin once would prevent her from falling deeper into this mess. But

…

when Ya-qi returned home, she found a note on the table, its handwriting crooked and illegible:

"An emergency has occurred at the company in mainland China. I'm going back to handle it. I'll be back in a week."

So while I was worrying, you were busy as bees, just for work.

Not even a phone call, just a note and you're gone! You've been

angry with me ever since, just trying to earn more money, you don't care about me at all. The more she

thought about it, the angrier she became. Fine

, I've made up my mind! Tomorrow is the weekend, and no one wants to work overtime
.

The huge office is empty except for Zhang Zijun. He'd been observing Zhang Yaqi's reactions throughout the day, but she seemed no different than usual. She didn't react strangely to him, nor did

she mention their appointment. Seeing her leave the office at the end of the day, Zhang Zijun was a little disappointed, but he trusted himself.

He'd wait a little longer.

It was already eight o'clock, and Zhang Zijun listlessly spent the time online.

"Still here? Are you hungry?"

Zhang Zijun was overjoyed. He turned around and saw Yaqi walking towards him, carrying some things.

"I brought coffee and apple pie, let's fill our stomachs."

He remembered that Yaqi had worn a very formal work suit today: a thin, beige wool suit skirt with a delicate white scarf tied in a bow at the neckline. Her legs, encased in flesh-colored stockings, had beautiful curves, and her black high heels were a perfect match. Her hair was neatly pulled back, displaying the elegance of a working woman.

He hadn't expected Yaqi to appear with such a completely different charm. Her long, jet-black hair was neatly combed and flowed down her back, appearing elegant and dynamic. Her purple blouse, though opaque, was thin and form-fitting, outlining the beautiful lines of her chest.

The highlight of her outfit was her long, flowing silk skirt, its dynamic sway exuding a thousand charms. Although it concealed her long, beautiful legs, a small section of her fair, pink calves still revealed their graceful curves.

And then there was that earring.

Zhang Zijun was stunned. Time seemed to freeze at that moment.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Yaqi said, feigning a slight smile.

"No, you're just so beautiful… The earring really suits you. Do you like it?"

"Is there something you wanted to ask me to stay?" Yaqi didn't answer directly, only offering a faint smile.

"Nothing… I'll be leaving you soon… I'm a little reluctant… I wanted to talk more." Zhang Zijun replied slowly.

"What's there to be reluctant about?" Yaqi asked playfully. His shyness made her want to tease him, leaving Zhang Zijun flustered.

Seeing his blushing face, Yaqi giggled and handed him coffee.

What a lucky day!

Zhang Zijun was overjoyed.

The two chatted and laughed in the office, discussing light topics and office gossip, tacitly avoiding the passionate night, and their conversation remained free of provocation.

"I heard… Mr. Chen went to invest in mainland China, is that right?" Zhang Zijun suddenly asked.

Yaqi didn't answer, turning her head to drink her coffee.

"Yaqi, won't your family object if you go out tonight?" Zhang Zijun continued to probe.

Upon hearing this, she trembled slightly, as if suddenly struck by a blow, though only briefly.

"No, he went to mainland China again," Yaqi said quietly, the atmosphere becoming somewhat heavy.

Zhang Zijun regretted his lack of tact, but he was certain that tonight was a good time…

"Want to see the night view? It's in the conference room."

"Okay," Yaqi readily agreed.

The two went to the conference room, which had a large expanse of transparent glass facing the Taipei cityscape. Zhang Zijun deliberately turned on only a few dim, yellow lights, which cast a peacock-yellow halo on the ivory-white walls, making the room seem dreamlike.

It was a weekend evening, and the streets were already bustling with people and cars. The neon lights of the shops and buildings were lit, and the streetlights and car headlights flashed busily.

The noise couldn't penetrate the heavy curtains, and Yaqi and Zhang Zijun watched quietly.

Zhang Zijun knew his opportunity had come, and he couldn't let it slip by. So he slowly moved closer to her, and Yaqi, noticing him, tensed up.

"I'd like to ask you to dance."

"Here?" Yaqi asked in surprise.

Before Yaqi could agree, Zhang Zijun was already humming a tune, putting his hand on her shoulder, and leading her in slow, graceful steps.

At first, Yaqi just found it funny, but soon she joined in. As the music progressed, Yaqi's arms on Zhang Zijun's shoulders gradually relaxed, and she gently embraced him.

Zhang Yaqi leaned towards Zhang Zijun, her mind still racing with a semblance of self-control. But this man's embrace was so comforting, his smile so intoxicating; why not succumb once more, without a care in the world? Yaqi couldn't suppress her own desire, imagining the feeling of his embrace, his touch, his weight.

A song ended, but Yaqi still held onto Zhang Zijun's shoulders and arms until he wrapped his arms around her from behind, whispering in her ear:

"Do you remember that night? Your breasts were so small and tight, holding me so tightly, so comfortably, making me…"

Zhang Zijun's tone was normal, his words devoid of vulgarity or ambiguity. It wasn't until he finished most of his sentence that Yaqi suddenly understood his meaning. She hadn't expected that such ordinary speech could contain such erotic language, and such a strange, stimulating sensation.

She sank into a frenzy, letting him caress her, gradually moving from her arms, cheeks, behind her ears to her red lips. She agreed to let him remove her bra straps, allowing him to enter her soft satin lingerie.

The gentle caresses stimulated her, and Yaqi, under his gaze

, lowered her head slightly shyly. But she let him see her, her heavily lace-trimmed satin blouse, and her full, soft, rounded breasts. Zhang Zijun's light, rhythmic breath brushed against Yaqi's earlobe, like a lit fuse, burning inch by inch throughout her body—itchy, stimulating, and provocative.

After an unknown amount of time, when their close bodies parted, Yaqi finally regained her senses. She saw Zhang Zijun skillfully opening his clothes, revealing his body, standing neatly dressed.

Yaqi allowed him to guide her hand to touch him, performing the actions he requested. Yaqi quickly felt the man's arousal; the powerful expression of his masculine instincts made her lower her head, gazing in bewilderment at everything in her hands.

"So big!" she murmured, confused.

The sorrow of the past few days welled up in her heart. After today, she would never see him again, let alone hold him

in her hands now. Amidst this tangled mix of emotions, Yaqi gazed down at it, lost in thought. Then, a pair of strong, powerful arms pressed down on her shoulders.

She understood what he wanted.

Slowly bending down, he guided her firmly with his hands, until finally her lips touched his erect member

. Yaqi closed her eyes, and then… “Ohh ...

Two red cherry lips instantly swallowed the entire erection, fearlessly sliding directly to the hair at the base, then slowly sliding out.

"Ah!...Ah!..." Only soft moans escaped.

At this moment, the door slowly opened a crack and stopped, as if something was outside. The object didn't enter but simply stood at the doorway, oblivious to the two lost in passion.

Yaqi, who had been squatting, changed position after a while, kneeling down to its height. Her kneeling posture further enhanced Zhang Zijun's imposing presence.

He no longer restrained himself, wanting only to let the feeling of conquest flow and explode within him. As the pleasure was about to reach its peak, Zhang Zijun cupped Yaqi's face, making her deeply engulf him, and began to thrust wildly in her mouth...

"Mmm, mmm!~~~~~"

Yaqi felt the object in her mouth swelling more and more. She knew the moment of impact was approaching, and hurriedly tried to turn her head away, but the hands holding her head wouldn't let go.

It's coming!!!

"Ohhhhhh!" "Gurglehhhh!" they both cried out simultaneously.

Strong, powerful spasms, gushing streams of hot fluid, extreme pleasure and the peak of carnal desire—all found complete and utter release in Yaqi's mouth at that moment!

"Cough! Cough!...Ugh..." Tears welled in Yaqi's eyes.

She knelt on the ground, her brow furrowed. The final thrust had made her throat choke, and Yaqi began coughing and vomiting. White, cloudy semen dripped from the corners of her mouth, forming thin threads on her chin, and then onto her cleavage.

Looking at her flushed, contorted face, Zhang Zijun experienced another strange climax. Satisfied, he stared at her round, firm buttocks, wondering whether he should pull her to the sofa to continue enjoying her, or...

"Yaqi." He knelt down and reached out to help her up, but she pushed him away forcefully.

She was a little angry!

Zhang Zijun could only stand by and watch.

After vomiting for a while, Yaqi felt much better and silently stood up and walked out.

"I...I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to," Zhang Zijun kept apologizing behind her.

Yaqi went back to her office, took out some tissues to wipe the filth from her hands, and tossed him a box.

"Go clean yourself!"

She smiled slightly, her eyelashes fluttering, looking incredibly alluring.

Phew!

Zhang Zijun thought the show could proceed again.

"Splash! Splash!"

In the dressing room, Yaqi was washing her hands with water. Thinking of the fishy smell in her mouth, her chest clenched again, and the urge to vomit surged to her head.

In an era where sexual liberation was all the rage, Yaqi wasn't a little girl anymore. Although she was well aware of the changes in sex, this first experience still left her at a loss. Especially since Zhang Zijun's skilled attitude and technique were so different from his appearance, Yaqi felt a little deceived.

Her husband had once asked for the same oral sex, but she hadn't let him ejaculate in her mouth. Yaqi refused, thinking it was dirty...filthy, and heartless, something only prostitutes did.

She never imagined she would be with a man other than her husband...and in the office! Yaqi felt herself becoming more and more like a wanton woman.

Oh well, who cares? Today I'm a beautiful, bad woman!

Yaqi thought to herself.

Physical urges overwhelmed all reason; that kind of pleasure, different from intercourse, made her cheeks burn again, even her ears felt hot.

"Men," Yaqi spat.

Sigh, who knows what tricks they'll pull later.

After tidying herself up, Yaqi, her cheeks flushed, appeared quite relaxed as she walked out of the dressing room.

A pair of small eyes watched her leave from behind the toilet stall, a satisfied smile on the face of the person inside.
...

Zhang Zijun was wiping the bright red lipstick marks remaining on his lower body with tissue paper, a smug smile on his face.

"Are you all done?" Yaqi walked in with a smile.

“Okay, okay. I’ve also cleared up the meeting room…” Zhang Zijun hurriedly zipped up his pants.

Yaqi glanced down, her eyes seemingly mocking.

“It’s so cold, let’s go to the hot springs!” Zhang Zijun suggested. Actually, he had already planned today’s itinerary for

the upcoming cold snap, and soaking in the hot springs was indeed a good idea.

Yaqi didn’t respond. She

tacitly agreed.

…

Driving to Beitou, Zhang Zijun asked,

“After soaking in the hot springs, we can rest well.” He added casually, “If you don’t want to stay overnight, you can check out of the room.”

“Oh, so you’ve planned everything. You’ve arranged everything so perfectly, just waiting for me to take the bait, haven’t you?”

“I didn’t… I…” Zhang Zijun was speechless under the questioning.

Yaqi leaned close to his ear and whispered, "You little rascal."

He laughed, barely able to contain his excitement.

The car arrived at a Japanese-style inn halfway up the mountain. As soon as they stepped off the driveway, stone steps led to a meticulously manicured Japanese garden. Small ponds surrounded fine white gravel, planted with pine and osmanthus trees. In autumn and winter, the osmanthus blossoms released a delicate, ethereal fragrance. Yaqi inhaled; first came the osmanthus scent, then the smell of sulfur.

The exquisitely crafted Japanese architecture, coupled with the quiet, secluded corridors leading to the girls' school, suggested a focus on privacy. Clearly, this was a members-only inn catering only to Japanese guests or regulars; ordinary people without connections couldn't enter.

Yaqi glanced at the clock on the counter; it was almost midnight. Descending a few stone steps, the cold night was even more chilly in the hot spring area. In the hazy, damp dew, Zhang Zijun took Yaqi's hand.

“Come on, I’ll take you.”

At the counter, Zhang Zijun expertly asked for a room in the west wing. The madam, clearly very familiar with Zhang Zijun, replied with a smile,

“Yes, yes, yes, just finished cleaning!”

Walking through the winding wooden corridor, the paper door opened, and Yaqi exclaimed in surprise.

The other side of the tatami room faced a courtyard. A low, Japanese-style garden lamp cast a soft glow on a vibrant red cherry tree in full bloom. The old cherry tree had many branches, and the flowers were at their peak, a tree of red blossoms clustered together like a dream from which one could not easily wake.

He entered the room and immediately began to kiss her. Although Yaqi closed her eyes, she still seemed to see that hazy, boundless sea of red flowers before her. He kissed her and began to remove her clothes.

“Wait…wait a minute, let’s soak in the hot spring first, shall we?” Yaqi pushed him away. Zhang Zijun led her to a small room with a hot spring pool. They both soaked in the water, and he whispered in her ear, his words muffled and indistinct,

"Should we get someone to give us a massage?"

Zhang Yaqi's heart skipped a beat. The rumors she'd often heard about young women undressing for massages and overnight services made her hesitate slightly. However, the intense heat of the hot spring seemed to induce a different kind of dizziness; everything in the hydrogen cyanide vapor seemed to hold endless possibilities.

"It's just a regular massage therapist, but his skills are excellent,"

Yaqi nodded gently in comfortable relaxation. While waiting, Yaqi almost immediately regretted her earlier decision, but her excited mood still made her want to try something new.

After about half an hour, the madam brought in a middle-aged blind woman.

"Sorry to keep you waiting," the madam said politely.

"I specially called this really skilled masseuse." She paused, glancing at Yaqi beside her.

"Miss, perhaps you'd like a massage too?"

"I don't want to." The thought of a stranger touching her body filled Yaqi with uncleanliness and disgust, so she hesitated.

Zhang Zijun smiled, casually pulling out a thousand yuan. The madam beamed and thanked him profusely before leaving.

He massaged her naked, lying there while the blind woman's hands roamed over his body, his hands slipping inside her bathrobe to caress her tenderly and provocatively.

Although she tried to remain silent, the blind woman clearly knew what was happening, remaining focused on her work. Under the bright lights, even knowing the masseuse was blind, Yaqi still felt shy and uneasy.

Zhang Zijun then led the way, starting with caresses and gradually demanding that Yaqi perform various actions so he could look at her, or make it easier for him to lie down and kiss her body.

Yaqi initially hesitated, but gradually became more submissive, actively engaging and seducing him. Sometimes she would sit on him, sometimes she would move away, teasing him only with her feet. Zhang Zijun, lying down and restricted by the massage therapist, could not move and could only let Yaqi do as she pleased. Even though a third person was present, because she couldn't see them, it was as if they didn't truly exist. Especially since, no matter how unrestrained she was, Yaqi still had to avoid making a sound and be extremely careful not to touch the blind woman, which gave Yaqi a different kind of passionate and stimulating feeling.

The massage therapist continued her work, massaging Zhang Zijun's shoulders and neck downwards, moving from one side to the other, and occasionally stretching his joints.

Finally, Zhang Zijun spoke to the blind woman to leave.

Before the slow-moving blind girl could even feel her way out the door with her cane, Zhang Zijun rolled over and pinned Yaqi down.

"Don't be so hasty!"

From her supine position, Yaqi saw the red cherry blossoms under the nightlight, their branches blooming vibrantly against the grey sky. Yaqi knew she would disregard everything.

Zhang Zijun picked Yaqi up; she curled up in his arms. He kicked open the paper door and carried her into the inner room.

As soon as they entered, Zhang Zijun gently tossed Yaqi onto the prepared quilt. She let out a soft gasp of surprise; a snow-white, plump body lay before her.

Zhang Zijun's hand pulled off her bathrobe and immediately began to forcefully pinch and tease her nipples. Yaqi tilted her head back, her mouth slightly open, and grabbed Zhang Zijun's arm, breathing heavily.

Zhang Zijun squeezed harder, and Yaqi's delicate body writhed. Zhang Zijun lowered his head and bit her shoulder.

"Ah! No...don't..." Yaqi pleaded.

Her firm breasts trembled gently with the rise and fall of her snow-white chest. It was a body that any man would want to cherish and caress, but Zhang Zijun mercilessly pinched her breasts. His fingers were so strong and powerful that they sank deep into Yaqi's full breasts, making her nipples protrude beyond his fingers.

Yaqi gasped weakly, her whole body feeling like it was on fire.

Actually, Zhang Zijun didn't like this method. He felt that making love with a woman should be a pleasant experience, not physical abuse. But when he thought that he might never be able to enjoy such a beauty again, what could he do?

Besides indulging his desire, he couldn't care less about pity.

Yaqi gasped for breath, her head swaying from side to side on the bed. Her hair was disheveled, half-obscuring her delicate and beautiful face, and her nipples were gradually hardening.

Zhang Zijun held her for a full minute before releasing her, leaving two deep red handprints on her snow-white breasts.

Looking at his clean and handsome face, now displaying a domineering and savage expression, the intense pleasure made Yaqi's soul drift away.

"Kiss me," her voice was hoarse, hoarse from passion.

"You didn't say 'please,'"

Yaqi coaxed, uttering indistinct words from her cherry lips: "Please, please..."

Zhang Zijun kissed her forcefully, his tongue relentlessly invading, tracing her lips, nose, and cheeks. He bit her earlobe, tugging at it, his breath becoming heavy, leaving bright red hickeys on her neck. Then the next stop was her breasts, her gradually narrowing waist, and then a kiss on her navel, as if drawing a period.

Zhang Zijun lifted himself up, a half-smile on his face, and stopped moving. Yaqi's round, full buttocks swayed gently, her jade-like legs slightly parted, her slender waist twisting, which made Zhang Zijun's blood boil!

She wanted to get up, but Zhang Zijun pushed her down forcefully, making her lie back on the bed. Zhang Zijun grabbed Yaqi's feet, pressing down on her two jade-like legs with force, his chest pressing tightly against her legs, as if he wanted to break her body in two.

Yaqi, who was quite flexible, could not withstand such contortion and could only raise her buttocks to comply. This was the first time she had been in such an obscene position.

She had just whispered "Don't do this..." when she suddenly felt soft hair rubbing against her thighs. Before she could react, Zhang Zijun's wet tongue crossed the dense forest, following the folds, and snaked inside.

"Ugh... ah..."

Yaqi shook her head weakly, trying to get rid of the tingling and itchy feeling that Zhang Zijun was giving her. Soon, she felt a warmth in her lower abdomen, which wet her thighs and slowly dripped down the sheets.

The moment of impact was approaching!

Suddenly, her legs, which had been gripped, were pulled wide apart. Zhang Zijun brushed away the pubic hair from her mouth, then straddled Yaqi's buttocks, his erect penis swirling around her vulva, slowly and forcefully...

"Ahhhhhh..." A soul-stirring moan escaped her lips.

The tight resistance made Zhang Zijun, caught up in passion, slow his movements.

"...It's okay...relax, relax..." He didn't pull out, letting his penis remain tightly held.

He gently licked Yaqi's toes, distracting her temporarily. Only when her resistance was less pronounced did powerful rhythmic movements resume.

Yaqi's legs kicked, emitting cries, but Zhang Zijun pressed her legs even tighter, her beautiful, slender legs almost touching her chest.

A fine layer of sweat beaded on her body, and Zhang Zijun's fingers caressed every inch of her legs, leaving deep finger marks.

Yaqi let out cries of pleasure and pain without restraint, her jade-like body writhing and twisting, each movement bringing Zhang Zijun an indescribable pleasure.

Zhang Zijun reveled in the beautiful woman, his hands on Yaqi's shoulders, and whenever the rhythmic movements between his legs brought him an indescribable, exquisite pleasure, he would turn his head and bite hard on Yaqi's calves.

Yaqi's calves were almost entirely covered in teeth marks. She kicked her legs, but the moans emanating from her mouth only made Zhang Zijun bite her harder, deepening the teeth marks.

Yaqi's delicate body suddenly trembled violently, and in that instant, Zhang Zijun also froze, followed by a wave of pleasure that made every cell in his body want to cry out!

Zhang Zijun straightened his body slightly, letting Yaqi's slippery jade legs fall from his shoulders, and then Zhang Zijun lay on top of Yaqi's delicate body.

They were both panting. Yaqi could clearly feel Zhang Zijun's lower abdomen contracting with each breath he took, because there was absolutely no space between them.

Only their heavy breathing remained in the room. Ya-qi lay on her side, resting, and in her drowsy state, she felt one of her legs slowly lifted, a warm body pressed against her back, and a hot, firm tip probing her buttocks.

"Wait... a minute, I'm not ready... Ahhhh, it hurts!"

Zhang Zi-jun thrust deeper, and the two were pressed together again.
Suddenly

waking up, Ya-qi immediately looked beside her. Zhang Zi-jun was sleeping with his back to her. The wall clock pointed to 6:30; the sky was already slightly bright, and a faint white light shone through the thin paper door. It would still be a little while before it was fully light, so Ya-qi fell asleep again. When she opened her eyes again, it was past 8:30, and the morning light filtering through the paper door was much brighter.

Zhang Zijun was still asleep. Yaqi got up alone, put on her outer robe, and looked out from the corridor. The mountains were close at hand, but below the mountainside, they were shrouded in mist, with white, round clumps of mist hovering in mid-air.

Yaqi thought of her husband, who should be on the mainland, and felt a pang of guilt. But as if trying to shake off the thought, she slammed the paper door shut, an action that made Zhang Zijun open his eyes.

"You're up already..."

"Just woke up."

Zhang Zijun walked towards Yaqi, reaching out to untie the ties of her outer robe. Yaqi asked softly, "What are you doing?"

No answer was needed; she simply wanted to immerse herself in the morning's lovemaking.

"It's still early! Wasn't yesterday enough?"

Though she said this, their rendezvous time was running out.

Zhang Zijun kissed the nipples peeking out from the collar of her inner shirt as if being chased by time, reaching out to caress her lower body.

Yaqi refused again, and only then did Zhang Zijun release the woman he was caressing, stepping into the bath to soak in the morning hot spring.

Yaqi looked at herself in the mirror, looking at her earlobes. Only one of her clip-on earrings had fallen off, and she didn't know where it was.

"What's wrong? What are you looking for?" Zhang Zijun asked as he walked in. He seemed to be in excellent spirits.

"I've lost an earring, help me find it."

"Never mind if you can't find it, I'll buy you another pair."

"Oh." Yaqi didn't say anything and went inside to take a bath.

After having breakfast at the hotel, the two of them went outside. The air was a little cool, but not cold.

"Let's go for a walk on the beach!"

Yaqi didn't offer any opinion; she had become silent since this morning. Zhang Zijun sensed something was wrong, but he didn't care, since he had already gotten what he wanted.

Just as they were about to reach the foot of the mountain, a car going in the same direction stopped at a red light ahead.

"Huh?!"

Yaqi recognized the backs of the two people in the car, but couldn't remember who they were.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Before she could see clearly, the car in front had already turned into another lane.

The two of them spent the day sightseeing in Danhai. Back at the restaurant in Tamsui, after a slightly earlier dinner, they looked back and saw the sky surrounding Guanyin Mountain was already tinged with a rosy hue.

The car drove towards the villa in the suburbs. Gazing at the villa getting closer, remembering that it was where it all began, Ya-Chi fell into deep thought.

…Ya-Chi walked to the window, looking at the mountains appearing under the red sky.

Zhang Zi-Jun leaned closer to Ya-Chi: “Wouldn’t it be wonderful to stay here with you forever!”

Ya-Chi didn’t answer, but seemed to nod slightly.

Zhang Zi-Jun mustered his courage and asked again: “Stay one more night?”

Ya-Chi looked at the fading twilight and nodded, saying, “Okay…”

To be honest, Zhang Zi-Jun hadn’t really meant it; he thought she would refuse, so he spoke hastily.

"Really?"

He swallowed the question, "Will your husband check up on me?" He stole a glance at Ya-qi's expression. Ya-qi, still gazing at the sky ablaze with the crimson glow of the setting sun, whispered,

"As long as you're okay, I'm okay."

The sun had set, and the ground surrounded by mountains quickly lost its luster, turning dark and gloomy.

"Really?"

Zhang Zi-jun asked again, more out of concern for Ya-qi than a desire to avoid taking responsibility for her not wanting to come home.

"No problem." Ya-qi remained steadfast, still staring at the darkening mountains.

"Should we call? We can make it from the living room."

After a moment's thought, Ya-qi got up and left, returning in a few minutes.

"Is he okay?"

the anxious Zhang Zi-jun asked repeatedly. Ya-qi replied nonchalantly, "I don't know."

"Then, let's be together tonight!"

Since Ya-qi had already made up her mind, how could the man back down? As for the outcome, he was leaving Taiwan in a few days anyway, so there was nothing to fear.

Zhang Zijun suddenly felt elated, took Yaqi's hand and said, "I love you!"

He leaned close to Yaqi, stroking her fair and slender neck, then greedily kissed her red lips.

Their lips parted, Zhang Zijun embraced Yaqi's head, their bodies close together. He lightly touched her arm, and Yaqi slightly pulled away.

"Go take a shower first."

"Let's shower together."

"No need, I want to shower alone."

After Yaqi finished showering, Zhang Zijun stood by the bed waiting for her. He stroked Yaqi's cheek, then unbuttoned his blouse, which fell to Yaqi's feet as she stood with her eyes closed. Her petticoat also fell down, but Yaqi remained motionless like a doll.

Pale moonlight seeped quietly into the bedside from the balcony. Tonight, due to thick clouds, the balcony was shrouded in darkness.

Yaqi was naked. Zhang Zijun took off his own clothes, picked Yaqi up, and carried her to the bed.

The width and elasticity of the bed were different from last night; the two lay down as if collapsing, then embraced tightly, their chests pressed together, their waists close.

As their limbs intertwined, Zhang Zijun's body heat gradually transferred to Yaqi. He was completely absorbed in Yaqi's warmth, while Yaqi felt as if she were being slowly drawn into an endless space—a sense of decadence. "

This can't go on," she thought, "I'll be rejected by society and fall into an irreversible abyss." Though she kept telling herself this, she was already familiar with this feeling of decadence, her body and mind intoxicated by its pleasure.

They were speechless, once again immersed in a world of mutual indulgence.

After Zhang Zijun left, Zhang Yaqi experienced a pain she hadn't felt in a long time.

The immeasurable confusion and guilt in her heart could truly manifest as physical torment. That night, she couldn't sleep; chaotic dreams tormented her like nightmares.

Yaqi struggled to wake up, covered in cold sweat. She tried to recall her dream, but it was hazy and unclear. No, in reality, she dared not remember it, nor did she want to.

Looking around, she saw her husband sleeping with his back to her. She wanted to confide in him, to pour out her feelings, just like before, but she knew she couldn't. This secret had to be buried deep in the abyss of oblivion.

Dawn was approaching, and the thick curtains covering the balcony let in a faint white light. In her dazed state, Yaqi made a decision: to forget as quickly as possible, to restore her work, her emotions, her life… everything to normal.

Yaqi doubled her workload to try and forget about it.

But some hadn't forgotten; these people were watching Yaqi. The days to come would be the darkest and most painful of her life.

Zhang Zijun called her a few days later in her office, where she was buried in documents.

"Wait... I'll call back later, it's not convenient here." Upon realizing it was him, Yaqi noticed her right hand holding the phone trembling slightly. A soft, trembling voice escaped her lips, her tone deliberately feigning indifference. She immediately got up, walked through the busy office, and hid in the building's stairwell. It was a secluded spot, and no one would be there during working hours. Yaqi felt a chill run down her spine, calculating how to handle the situation.

Soon, the vibrating phone brought her back to reality.

"Hello, it's me..." Zhang Zijun's voice was confident and assertive.

He was already in Los Angeles; after settling in, he calculated the time difference and dialed her number. They first chatted about the company there. Yaqi listened quietly; she knew him—starting with small talk before gradually getting to the point, she wanted to end the conversation quickly.

Yaqi gently mentioned that international calls were expensive and they had already been talking for a while. Zhang Zijun was silent for a moment on the other end.

"Can I see you when I get back?"

That was the key question.

Yaqi closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

"It's over. We both have our own lives to live. I think it's all over." Without waiting for a response, she abruptly ended the call.

Flicking an earring in her hand, Yaqi felt a sudden sense of relief, a chilling clarity washing over her. She tossed the earring into the trash can.

Yes, it was all over.

Yaqi told herself. She raised her wrist to check her watch; there was still over an hour until noon.

What had been going on lately? Revenge on her husband? Maybe! Enjoying sex? Maybe!

Should she give him a chance?

No!

Yaqi resolutely said no to herself once again.
...

Walking out of the stairwell, Yaqi walked straight back to her office, when suddenly drawn to a figure appearing in the corner, she involuntarily stopped. Manager Liao was talking quietly with a man when he saw Yaqi approaching. He quickly waved to blow away the smoke.

"Good morning, Miss Zhang."

"Ah! Good morning!"

Yaqi frowned slightly in confusion after recognizing the man, but continued walking forward. Another man, with slightly darker skin, messy hair, and a burly build, looking somewhat like a bear, also spoke up.

"Hello, Miss Zhang."

"His surname is Ye," Manager Liao said.

The man extended his hairy hand, and out of politeness, Yaqi stopped, smiled, and shook it. For Yaqi, she only wanted a brief handshake as a greeting, but unexpectedly, Mr. Ye not only didn't let go immediately, but also gripped her hand tightly.

Yaqi nodded and finally managed to pull her hand away from his grip. Although she pulled her hand back, the thought of his slightly sticky hand still brought an unpleasant feeling to her heart.

The first thing to do later is to wash your hands properly…

After releasing Yaqi's hand, the two men remained silent, sizing up the beautiful Yaqi.

Of course, Yaqi was already used to this kind of thing, but seeing the lustful, yearning look in the man's eyes was unbearable. Just the way he looked at her legs, which she was so proud of, was enough to make her feel extremely uncomfortable.

"I'll go take care of my things now," Yaqi said with a slight smile as she left.

Watching Yaqi's slender figure disappear, her jade-like legs beneath her light gray pencil skirt, made the two men swallow hard. Their lewd gazes made it seem as if she were no longer wearing an elegant suit, but rather completely naked.

"Only photos? Didn't I say the video camera was in the third drawer of my office?"

"The door's locked tight, how am I supposed to open it? They didn't give me the key."

"The flash wasn't on, the photos are blurry and unclear, what's the point of taking them out?"

"It's okay, I'll shoot another exciting roll in a few days. Hehe...hehe, thanks, brother." The man surnamed Ye said with a sly smile. "

Oh, old classmate, it's all thanks to you giving me this information, so here's a little treat for you."

The two continued whispering, discussing something in hushed tones. Manager Liao's eyes were fixed on Yaqi's slightly swaying hips, a lewd glint in them.

Hearing their murmurs behind her, Yaqi walked quickly and unhappily towards the restroom. Suddenly, she remembered something strange—that...what was his name...Ye...right! If Mr. Ye was a client, why weren't they meeting in the reception room, but instead sneaking around in a corner?

Never mind, mind your own business.

Yaqi just wanted to wash her hands quickly, and she was preoccupied with something else.

Entering the restroom, she found it empty. She went into a stall, tore off the thin film pad from the lid, lifted her skirt, and took off her stockings and underwear before sitting on the toilet. Yaqi breathed a sigh of relief, took out a pad from her lower body, and nervously examined its color.

"Thank goodness! I can relax now." Yaqi breathed a sigh of relief. Although her intimacy with Zhang Zijun occurred during her safe period, she still felt uneasy and didn't want any lingering problems.

Yaqi gently bit her lower lip and then wiped herself clean with tissue paper. She put her underwear and stockings back on and casually threw the pad into the trash can. She looked in the mirror. "

No problem," she

told herself, and happily walked out. "That's settled then. I'll bring you the documents in a few days, yes...yes...yes, those records. Also, according to industry practice, the final payment is..." A deep male voice came through the receiver. "Okay, I'll settle the money. Thank you this time." Zhao Lin hung up the phone, feeling a huge weight lifted from his heart. Since his cold war with Ya Qi, Zhao Lin had been busy with his career, but he had also become suspicious of Ya Qi's late returns home. Thinking it over carefully, he realized he was also at fault and wanted to reconcile with his wife, but each time she wasn't home yet, or when she came home, she had a tense face and he couldn't speak to her. This unease and suspicion made Zhao Lin paranoid. Ya Qi's behavior was suspicious, but he couldn't confront her directly, causing him great pain. Of course, Zhao Lin hoped he was just being overly anxious. Worrying wasn't enough; he thought of the young lady who had visited his home that day: Yu Jiazhen. So he asked her for information. She was the only person he knew close to Ya Qi, and besides, they were old classmates. The two met to talk. Zhaolin only knew that his wife's late returns home were indeed due to frequent overtime work or going shopping with friends after work. However, when Yu Jiazhen mentioned a new male colleague, Zhaolin felt a surge of jealousy rising from his heart like a pillar of fire, making it difficult for him to breathe. But he suppressed it and calmly asked, "Actually, they're nothing special. It's just like an older sister taking care of a younger brother." Yu Jiazhen said nonchalantly. This answer did not extinguish the fire in his chest; instead, it triggered an explosion of Zhaolin's jealousy. Seeing the uncertain expression on Zhaolin's face, a smile flashed across Yu Jiazhen's eyes. She casually mentioned that they might as well hire a private investigator. The phone call he had just made was with a private investigator. He had arranged with the private investigator that he would be going abroad on business, and then the private investigator would monitor and investigate whether his wife was having an affair behind his back.

After months and hundreds of thousands of yuan, the result was finally in: nothing! Hearing this, he felt relieved. But guilt and his own foolishness followed.

Lying in bed, Zhaolin repeatedly pondered the events of the past few days. Now, only one knot remained in his heart: Yu Jiazhen. Since inquiring about his wife's whereabouts with her, perhaps due to his own anguish, they had become close friends, sharing everything, though of course, considering each other's status, it was a secret between them.

Perhaps jealousy of his wife had fueled his lust, and coupled with his youth and strength, unable to be intimate with his wife, he had developed an ambiguous relationship with Yu Jiazhen. Whether it was his own initiative or hers, after several encounters, they went to a hotel.

At the end of each tryst, Yu Jiazhen would always prevent him from penetrating, achieving another kind of climax through oral sex.

"I don't like using condoms, and I don't want to get pregnant," Yu Jiazhen said, spitting out the semen from her mouth with a tissue.

Was this considered an affair? Probably? Was it? But there was no ejaculation inside. Do I still love Ya-Chi? Of course! Then do I love Yu Chia-Chen? No way! It's not love at all, I just wanted to use her to fill a void, and it seems she was the one who started it. Since my love for Ya-Chi wasn't shared with anyone else, and I didn't have real sex with anyone else, it shouldn't be considered an affair, and I haven't wronged Ya-Chi, right?

Now he's just finding excuses to cover up his guilt towards Ya-Chi.

Just a few days ago, the two of them went on a date in Beitou again. It was then that Yu Chia-Chen opened her mouth and gently stirred the white viscous fluid in her mouth with her tongue, pulling out strands of viscous fluid.

"Should I swallow it?" Yu Chia-Chen chuckled. She swallowed it little by little, carefully, and at the end, she even stuck out her tongue to bring the remaining liquid around her lips into her mouth...

"Has Ya-Chi ever done this?" Yu Chia-Chen asked.

Of course not, she had only performed oral sex on her husband once or twice, and even then, it was against her will, let alone swallowing semen with relish.

"Heh...heh..." As he thought about it, Zhaolin felt a painful swelling in his penis. His guilt and apology towards his wife had long since vanished.
...

A loud "bang" echoed as the door slammed shut, startling Zhaolin and bringing him back to his senses.

Yaqi was back; she must have been working overtime again, it was past nine. But she didn't immediately enter the bedroom. Lying on the bed, Zhaolin pretended to be asleep, concentrating his ears and listening intently to the sounds from the next room.

The footsteps sounded a little disordered. A moment later, Yaqi entered the bedroom and took off her coat, hanging it in the closet.

"You're back."

"Oh, busy with cases these past few days...have you eaten? I haven't eaten either. Go take a shower first, then you can eat."

"I've already showered. What's there to eat?"

They looked at each other, Yaqi unsure how to respond, and Zhaolin remained silent.

"I'll go see what we can eat." Yaqi went to the kitchen to prepare food. The apartment wasn't very big; the kitchen was really just a countertop and refrigerator in a corner of the living room, separated by a cabinet.

Zhaolin also went to the kitchen and looked at Yaqi's back, staring at her thighs where muscle lines occasionally flashed.

"Your legs are still the prettiest!" Zhaolin muttered to himself, unconsciously comparing Yu Jiazhen to Yaqi.

"What is it?" Yaqi turned around and asked.

"N-nothing..." Zhaolin panicked and didn't dare to say anything more.

Soon, the dumplings were ready. Looking at the steaming dumplings, Zhaolin was really hungry.

"There's not much food in the refrigerator, just some frozen dumplings that haven't been finished yet, let's finish them. There's no chili sauce, so we'll just eat them with soy sauce."

Picking up his chopsticks, under Yaqi's gaze, Zhaolin focused on eating, feeling guilty for letting slip earlier.

"Aren't you going to eat?"

Yaqi finally smiled a little and also picked up her chopsticks and put a dumpling in her mouth. The two stopped talking and ate the entire plate of dumplings.

Yaqi cleared the plate away.

"I'll wash them," Zhaolin said, taking the plate. He was about to say something when she turned and went back to the bedroom.

"I'm going to take a shower first."

Zhaolin listened to the sounds inside the room. Suddenly, there was silence, but after a moment, he heard the sound of running water. He put down the plate and went in. Zhaolin peeked in; the door was ajar, and he saw Yaqi undressing. Zhaolin lay back on the bed and remained there for about twenty minutes. Suddenly, the door opened, and Yaqi walked in.

He slightly opened his eyes to peek at her and saw that Yaqi was wearing only underwear. Then, she took out a nightgown from the bedroom closet, put it on, and closed the closet door. She turned off the main light and turned on a small lamp before lying down on the bed.

As before, one of them lay on their back, and the other on their side.

Holding his breath, Zhaolin listened quietly to his wife's breathing, then turned over and looked at his wife's back. A slender neck, rounded shoulders, her curves clearly visible through a thin nightgown in the dim light.

His desire was aroused again, but how to break the ice? Zhaolin was racking his brains.

Just as he was feeling troubled, Yaqi, who was facing away, sighed softly, hunching her back and shifting her waist slightly.

Unable to resist any longer, Zhaolin asked, "Have you been busy lately?"

"Hmm, not bad. I'm sorry, I've been rushing to meet deadlines, and the clients are picky, so I've had to work late," Yaqi explained, turning over to face him.

"It's alright," he said, leaning towards his wife, stroking her cheek gently.

"How's your company? Is it going well in mainland China?"

"Not bad."

They looked at each other silently, everything unspoken.

Yaqi was pondering this, and so was Zhaolin, but his penis was already throbbing, and he wanted to satisfy his sexual urges first.

It was interesting; whenever a man wanted to confide in a woman, for some reason, it always ended up being about making love.

"Tired? Let me give you a massage," Zhaolin suddenly said.

He got up, turned Yaqi's body so she was lying face down, and began kneading her shoulders. Yaqi felt a coolness on her shoulders, followed by warmth; it was her husband's palms caressing her, slowly sliding down her rounded shoulders, stroking her arms, from top to bottom and back up, with boundless tenderness and affection.

Zhaolin moved his hands to his wife's back, gently massaging her through her pajamas, pressing lightly with his thumbs.

Yaqi, half-asleep, closed her eyes, enjoying her husband's care.

"Does it feel better?"

"Mmm, much better." Her voice was languid and incredibly sweet. Yaqi felt a flutter in her heart, her coquettishness intensifying. Zhaolin's desire grew stronger; he just wanted to release it quickly.

He turned her body 180 degrees, and Yaqi cooperated, closing her eyes as she changed positions.

Her bowl-shaped breasts were fair and luscious, standing erect through the sweat-dampened gauze. Ya-qi felt the hem of her nightgown roll up, and her hands reached for her waist, wanting to pull down her panties.

"No!" Ya-qi suddenly opened her eyes and grabbed the hands on her waist, startling Zhao-lin.

"I... I remembered... I got my period today... I want to rest early, okay?"

"That period?" Hearing this, Zhao-lin deflated like a punctured balloon and slumped back onto the bed.

Seeing this, Yaqi couldn't bear to lean her soft body against him. She wanted to apologize but didn't know how to say it, so she could only express it through actions. Yaqi sighed softly, wrapped her arms around her husband's neck and kissed him gently. Her slender fingers scratched his chest as she murmured, "Then...how about this?"

She lovingly stroked Zhaolin's skin, slowly moving downwards until she stopped at his waist, pulled down his pants, and played with his manhood. Under her gentle caresses, Zhaolin felt a sense of comfort throughout his body, and a strange sound came from his throat.

How could he release such stimulation? He thought of something, gritted his teeth, and barely managed to hold back, whispering, "...I...I...ah...wife...how about using your mouth?"

Yaqi was slightly taken aback, slowed her movements, and sat up. The finger that had stopped at the tip of his penis suddenly felt wet and sticky; semen had already leaked out. She hesitated for a moment, then slowly rubbed away the semen with her fingers, then closed her eyes and bent down.

His engorged penis was shoved into her wet, soft mouth, his other hand still gripping the lower half of his shaft as he slowly began to suck and lick. Ya-Chi knelt beside Zhao-Lin's legs, the erect shaft throbbing against her cheek. Through her sweat-soaked, close-fitting nightgown, her breasts could be seen slightly deformed from the pressure.

"So...so comfortable...oh...um...um..." Zhao-Lin was enjoying his wife's ministrations, his eyes and legs filled with intense pleasure.

But there was still a slight regret, a tiny bit of regret.

Jia-Zhen's mouth was still better.

He didn't say that aloud.

People said she had the face of a mistress.

The first time someone said that was in high school. Yu Jia-Zhen was shopping with her classmates, and after they finished, they stopped at a fast-food restaurant to rest. Everyone was happily joking around, while a group of boys around them occasionally glanced at them.

Then, one of the girls in the group quietly looked at her, and suddenly this sentence popped out.

She looked at herself in the mirror, left and right. Her face was a classic oval, the kind that looked good with any hairstyle. Her eyes, while perhaps a little thin for double eyelids, had a captivating upturn to her forehead—the kind of eyes that everyone admired, the kind that people called "captivating eyes."

Her nose was fairly straight, and her nostrils weren't the upturned, leaky nostrils that some people believed in physiognomy. It was her mouth that was often criticized.

In the old days, her lips, which weren't small and were rather thick, were definitely a symbol of promiscuity and depravity.

She lit a cigarette, looking at herself in the mirror through the rising smoke. "A mistress's face..." she chuckled. She wouldn't call herself a beauty queen, but she certainly had a touch of coquettishness.

"I've truly become a mistress."

A mistress, judging by the name, must be a product of love, right? But what exactly is love? She didn't understand.

After chasing love so hard, was what she got real love?

She remembered the man who wasn't her husband, the man who was her friend's husband.

Was it love? Who understands love?

She thought of her mother; some parts of her resembled hers, including the typical mistress's face. Mother and daughter both born with the face of a mistress, destined for a mistress's fate?

She remembered her childhood; everyone else had a father coming home for dinner, but she didn't. Only an "uncle"

would regularly come to visit. Her mother wanted her to call him "Dad," but she wouldn't, shrinking behind her mother, clutching her skirt tightly, glaring at this familiar stranger.

Whenever the uncle came, her mother seemed especially happy, as if her recent tantrums and throwing things were all an act. When the uncle came, he would simply eat and watch TV, her mother bustling about, looking blissfully happy. Then, after the uncle left, her mother would start throwing tantrums again.

The uncle and mother wouldn't let her know what they were doing, but occasionally she would peek from outside the bedroom or kitchen.

She vaguely understood what all this meant.

Then, one day, after the uncle hadn't come for a long time, her mother scratched her wrists, drawing blood.

As she looked at her mother's portrait at the funeral, she vowed never to repeat her mother's mistakes. A distant relative took her in. The relative was poor, and the uncle's gaze towards her was somewhat strange. She knew she wouldn't stay long; she could leave after starting university.

That year, she had just entered high school.

This vow didn't last long. During her freshman year of university, a wealthy middle-aged man took her as his mistress. He was a customer at the restaurant where she worked, and after a few visits, he seriously asked her about her wishes. She looked at the wedding ring on his finger, thinking about the tuition fees she still hadn't secured for the next semester.

"You have the face of a mistress," he said, panting heavily as he lay there, pinching her nipple and laughing.

This was the second time she had heard someone say that about her.

In the end, she was still a mistress, leaving her with a helpless feeling that was both laughable and absurd.

An old professor in her department paid special attention to her, always showing her favor in public and private. She didn't want to pay attention, but after all, she needed his approval to graduate.

Right there in the professor's study, as she pulled up her clothes, preparing to take them off,

the professor, leering at her, uttered, "You have the face of a mistress." This was the third time he'd heard this from her.

After graduating and finding a job, she immediately dumped her sugar daddy, ignoring his tearful pleas to stay.

Even though a pang of guilt lingered in her heart—after all, she'd been financially secure for four years thanks to his support—she considered this betrayal inevitable and didn't care much. She felt a sense of relief at shedding the label of "mistress."

She lived alone ever since, never contacting men again. Whether the suitors were young or old, she treated them like flies, utterly indifferent. Until a close colleague got married—her husband was her college classmate, a strange coincidence.

She remembered him, remembered that sunny boy. She was jealous of her, jealous of the newlywed.

So… finally, she made that sunny boy fall at her feet again!

She sighed. Looking at herself, she didn't know whether to lament that she had the face of a mistress, or be angry at herself for subconsciously walking down this path, silently accepting this life without any official status.

With a relationship comes the desire for love; with love comes the desire for the sense of belonging that marriage brings.

What to do?

...

"Jiazhen, how about it? Sleep at my place tonight." Yaqi patted her shoulder.

"Okay. You idiot, you want us to visit clients in Kaohsiung, but you only give us one day for the trip, so we have to leave early tomorrow morning. By the way, what about your husband?" Jiazhen stubbed out her cigarette and turned around.

"He's fine, he can sleep in the living room. You're his classmate, so it'll be easier for you."

"By the way, did you go to see Liao Zijun off last Saturday?" A sly look shot towards Yaqi's face.

"No." Yaqi said calmly.

"Oh, I heard that Huilin and the others in the office said that they were supposed to have a farewell party last Saturday, but the main character didn't show up and they couldn't contact him. Yaqi, did you know?"

"No." Yaqi shrugged, looking indifferent. “Manager Liao recently said that our female colleagues often sneak into the women’s dressing room to slack off. Let’s hurry back to our seats before he starts nagging us.”

Yaqi pulled her along, rushing out of the dressing room.

Something’s definitely fishy! Jiazhen followed behind, her sixth sense telling her that
.

Oh, isn't this my goddess, Miss X? Great, I finally see you again!

I used to see you only during my commute to school, you know? Those mornings were the happiest time of my day.

Your lips, your breasts, your legs—they were the source of my energy for the day.

But then I moved, and I stopped taking the same subway train as you. I was so frustrated, so disappointed.

Do you know, since we parted, I haven't been able to get pleasure from masturbation anymore. Your image has become blurry; I've even forgotten what your legs looked like in stockings.

God! How can I enjoy this?!

I never imagined I'd meet you on this train today. Oh, this is so lucky!

Okay, enough said, you might be getting off soon, so I need to make the most of it.

Looking at you from the front, legs crossed—hmm, that's the most beautiful sitting posture.

I'll look at you slightly from the side… this way I can see more of your thighs and almost the entire length of your beautiful legs.

Then I walked to your seat, held onto the railing beside you, and looked down from above. From there, I could see not only your entire beautiful leg, but also the rounded lines of your buttocks.

Then, I pretended to tie my shoelaces and secretly glanced at your thighs. Hmm, I could see a tiny bit of seam under your raised skirt.

Oh my god, I'm so happy! If you could move back a little more, it would be even better.

Wait! Here it comes! Finally, the crossed legs are about to change position!

Whew! Wow! Miss X is wearing white underwear, I… I saw it!

Oh my god, life is so wonderful.

Hey, who's the other lady sitting next to you, chatting and laughing?

A black suit, black stockings, black high heels, and long, black hair—everything is black.

Hmm, but the most captivating thing is still her beautiful legs; the evenly proportioned thighs stretch into a perfect curve within the stockings.

Her face was so beautiful, and peeking out from her collar, there was a hint of black lace.

Wow! Even her bra was black, it was just too perfect!

Oh! Oh! Oh! My heart is pounding, I'm completely infatuated with you, Miss X, I don't mean to betray you, it's just…

“Hey! Why are you staring at me like that?” Jiazhen suddenly looked up, lashing out at a man beside her in a accusatory tone.

“I…” The boy in his high school uniform blushed and couldn't speak. The other passengers also looked in their direction.

The train stopped, and the boy took the opportunity to rush out.

“What's going on?” Yaqi asked Jiazhen suspiciously.

“Tch, you little pervert!” Jiazhen frowned and muttered under her breath

.

He was genuinely startled when he saw the two of them enter together.

Zhaolin stammered a greeting, wondering why they had come home together. He observed them anxiously and carefully, seeing them chatting and laughing freely, like close friends, not like they were there to confront him because their secret had been exposed.

Jiazhen was carrying luggage, her purpose unclear.

Yaqi said, "Remember her? This is your old classmate, Miss Yu Jiazhen, the one who came to our house for dinner last time."

Jiazhen was very generous, extending her slender hand to him. He hurriedly wiped his sweaty hands on his trousers, politely shaking her hand lightly, his gaze inadvertently drifting away, avoiding her bright and beautiful face.

But then he heard her giggle and say, "Remember me? You won't hug the wrong person again this time, will you?"

She then winked playfully at him, and Yaqi laughed heartily. The two of them carried their bags and packages to the kitchen.

"We're having hot pot today."

He made an excuse to buy the evening newspaper and ran downstairs, needing to think things through. Yaqi casually agreed, while Jiazhen didn't even look at him, focusing only on putting the food in the sink.

What were they both up to? Or was he overthinking it, and Jiazhen was just a guest?

"Not ready yet, wait a little longer." Back in the room, he saw Yaqi working in the kitchen, while Jiazhen was setting out the pots and pans.

This meal was utterly tasteless for Zhaolin; he ate quietly to the side like a submissive wife.

"Honey, Jiazhen and I have to catch a flight south for a business trip early tomorrow morning, so I'd like Jiazhen to stay at our place tonight to avoid having to meet up and waste time."

She's sleeping here?

"So, you'll have to sleep in the living room, okay?"

How could I say no?

After eating, Yaqi and Jiazhen discussed tomorrow's work in the living room. With nowhere else to go, he retreated to the bedroom.

Lying in bed, Zhaolin could hear his own heartbeat. His hands were sweaty, and even his inner thighs were soaked.

He thought to himself, "They can't possibly know and be pretending nothing's wrong; this isn't a movie." But if Jiazhen suddenly became angry and told everything, or accidentally revealed some clue, things would be difficult to clean up. His eyes widened as he stared at the ceiling, hearing intermittent conversations coming from next door.

Yaqi came into the room! He quickly closed his eyes tightly; the less they talked, the less danger he would face. Then, suddenly,

she kissed him on the lips with a "tsk." He opened his eyes and saw Jiazhen's beautiful face smiling at him.

He broke out in a cold sweat, whispering, "How dare you!" He quickly lowered his already deep voice, "Where is she?"

"She's busy revising the proposal." Jiazhen's eyes were full of laughter, a mischievous look on her face. He gritted his teeth in fear, but couldn't lash out.

"You..."

"Don't worry, I just came in to use the restroom." She gently bit his nose again.

He lay on the bed, sweating and panting, listening to his own heartbeat. He was actually in the same room as his wife and lover, and all without incident. He didn't know whether to feel smug or uneasy.

"Ah!" Jia Zhen hadn't closed the door before using the restroom! She sat on the toilet with a smile, looking at him.

Jia Zhen stood up, revealing a tuft of hairy triangles hanging on her snow-white skin. She didn't rush to put on her underwear and stockings, which were down to her knees, and slowly picked up a tissue to wipe her genitals.

Zhao Lin swallowed hard. Good heavens, where else could he hide? That's it, the balcony! Zhao Lin opened the door and went to the balcony. As he passed through the living room, Ya Qi was engrossed in her laptop and didn't notice him. The night air was cool, and he shivered involuntarily.

He heard Yaqi's bright voice: "Jiazhen, do you want to take a shower first?"

Everything's fine today, but what about later?

Before his worries were over, Zhaolin suddenly felt someone hug him from behind, a sweet fragrance wafting towards him. A pair of hands reached down and unzipped his pants.

"Don't worry, Yaqi is taking a shower. Want some? With your hands? Or with your mouth?" Jiazhen breathed sweetly into his ear.

Zhaolin's hands were wet again.

"How was the business trip?" Jiazhen quickly came over to ask as soon as she arrived at work.

Yesterday, I was supposed to go on a business trip to the south with her, but Jiazhen suddenly reported being sick before we left. I had no choice but to leave her with my husband while I went alone.

My husband is really strange; all I asked him to do was take Jiazhen to the hospital, and he made all sorts of excuses, showing no concern for his old classmate at all.

By the way, ever since Jiazhen checked in, Zhaolin's behavior has been strange and unnatural.

"Of course, with our Deputy Manager Zhang handling things, there's no problem," the department assistant chimed in, pulling Yaqi back to reality.

"Deputy Manager? Don't talk nonsense, it's not even close to being official yet, be careful people don't gossip," Yaqi quickly denied.

"What does it matter? There's news that during the personnel review a few days ago, a senior manager recommended you for promotion to Deputy Manager. And you closed a big deal on your business trip yesterday, if not you, then who?" The colleagues who gathered around chimed in.

Yaqi just smiled and didn't say anything. Returning to her desk, she saw a manila envelope, unsealed and without a stamp or postmark, with hastily written "To Miss Zhang."

"What is this?" she asked. Inside were several photos and a note.

The first photo showed a woman standing by the roadside, a luxury car parked beside her, the woman about to get in.

The second photo showed a car about to drive into a mansion; judging from the color and style, it should be the same car as in the previous photo.

The third photo showed the woman getting out of the car; the date was the next day, and the woman's clothes hadn't changed.

All three photos were taken from a distance, the objects in them somewhat blurry and unclear.

Yaqi broke out in a cold sweat; she knew what this was! She stared blankly until her department assistant came and knocked on the cubicle, saying, "Miss Zhang, everyone is waiting for you."

"Oh, I'll be right there," she replied casually.

She spoke to the mail clerk: "Hey, do you know where this envelope came from? Who put it on my desk?"

The clerk, who was attending night school that evening, asked nervously, "I don't know. I keep a record of all the company mail by mail number. Maybe I forgot. Give it to me, and I'll re-register it."

"No, no, it's alright." It seemed she wouldn't get an answer.

Ya-qi had no heart for work that day, and time seemed to pass particularly slowly.

After work that day, she washed her hair and took a shower. She sat in the living room facing the TV for a long time until her back ached.

"What are you thinking about?" Zhao-lin leaned against her, running his fingers through Ya-qi's hair.

"Nothing, just worrying about work." Ya-qi skillfully turned her head away.

He glanced at his wife's slightly open blouse, then at her serious, expressionless face.

"I have to fly to the mainland this Thursday and will probably be back next Wednesday. I'll be transferred back to Taiwan to handle things here, so I shouldn't be away from home so often."

"That's good." Ya-qi seemed absent-minded.

"I'm going to sleep, you should go to sleep early too."

His wife was in a bad mood and didn't have time for him tonight. Fine, Zhao Lin sighed, kissed his wife's forehead, and went back to the bedroom to sleep.

...

Where did the envelope come from? Ya Qi racked her brains.

It could be from one of the company's employees, or it could be from outside. She

was about to be promoted to deputy manager of the company's sales department; could these photos be a smear campaign to bring her down?

Judging from the angle of the photos, they were probably taken secretly. The thought of someone secretly watching her sent chills down Ya Qi's spine! She regretted her carelessness, giving someone leverage over her!

What did that person want? Threats! Extortion! It was obvious that the person behind it all had no good intentions. A feeling of terror, a vague fear, she couldn't tell her husband, even though he was so close.

It's all my fault, I shouldn't have let myself betray Zhao Lin, it's all my fault!

Will Zhao Lin forgive me?

Yes! No!

Yaqi kept asking, each self-reproach a piercing torture to her heart, yet she kept asking, as if only this punishment could lessen her guilt.

The note contained no specific words, only a time, this Friday, an address, and a request to meet her there, along with 200,000 yuan in cash.

Should she go to this anonymous rendezvous? I love my home, I love my husband, and I love my job.

Yaqi made her decision.

...

In his sleep, Zhaolin felt a soft body nestled against him.

"Hmm, what's wrong? Still awake?" He opened his eyes slightly and saw Yaqi. He reached for the light, but she stopped him.

Yaqi's lips moved slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but she ultimately remained silent.

"What's wrong?..."

Before Zhaolin could finish his sentence, a fragrant, white body pressed against him. He immediately felt a strange pleasure in her warm embrace, and his body trembled slightly.

Yaqi's eyes were half-open, her two jade-like legs slightly parted, pressed completely against her husband's thighs, her slender waist twisting. An indescribable expression seemed to linger on her face.

In the darkness, Zhaolin couldn't see clearly, but he knew his wife was different today!

She was taking off his underwear; this passionate and proactive Yaqi seemed to be a first.

He didn't speak, waiting until tiny beads of sweat appeared on Yaqi's nose before whispering in her ear, "Little darling!"

Yaqi breathed softly, taking a deep breath. Her lower abdomen pressed even tighter, and in that instant, Zhaolin also felt a blissful contraction.

Strange, what's going on these past few days? It seems every woman is in heat? Yesterday, Yu Jiazhen had exhausted him completely, and tonight it's his wife again.

Zhaolin felt a pang of unease, but dared not refuse. A husband who has cheated always feels a sense of guilt towards his wife.

Through her pajamas, he could feel his wife's erect nipples. Yaqi, clad only in a long shirt, felt a volcanic eruption of desire, burning through every nerve.

His hands moved down her smooth back, pulling up her soaked shirt. The sticky fabric clung to her neck, so he shifted his focus, his hands stroking her smooth, delicate back and full, firm buttocks.

Yaqi's head swayed from side to side, her body trembled, her abdomen twisted, and her breasts swayed.

She began to moan in a seductive chord; she was lost in passion, a fact undeniably proven by the expression on her face.

What had aroused Yaqi's desire? Perhaps fear, perhaps atonement, or both?

...

Taipei's main streets were still bustling, restless, and chaotic in the afternoon, but the alleyways just a stone's throw away presented a completely different scene—quiet, languid, with only the occasional passing pedestrian or vehicle.

A black wooden sign with English lettering embossed in gold hung in the alleyway, housing a small café serving light lunches and coffee, already in a semi-closed state by afternoon.

Through a floor-to-ceiling window on the other side of the alley, a woman was visible, wearing a fitted suit and a short skirt, her legs, taut within the skirt, gleaming in the sunlight streaming in from the window.

She stirred her drink with a straw, her expression so cold it was unapproachable, only revealing a polite, gentle smile when the waiter asked if she wanted a refill.

That was Yaqi, who had taken the afternoon off for this appointment and was already impatient. Just as she decided not to wait any longer, someone walked in.

A dark face came into view, shocking Yaqi. The man's deep eyes gleamed with a strange light, his entire being like a black bear searching for prey.

Even though she was a woman of many experiences, her heart pounded wildly for a moment. She desperately hoped he wouldn't approach her.

Contrary to her wishes, the man looked around after entering, and as soon as he saw Yaqi, he walked towards her. Yaqi took a deep breath to calm herself.

The man plopped down, his eyes narrowing like dental floss as he scrutinized her.

The air between them seemed to freeze.

"Who are you?" Yaqi blurted out.

“Who I am is unimportant, and don’t waste your breath asking who hired me. I prefer to get straight to the point.”

“You said… someone… hired you?” Her voice was already trembling.

“Who hired you?! Why are you following me? Where did those photos come from? What do you want to do?…”

Yaqi blurted out a series of questions that had been nagging at her.

With a “tsk,” the man interrupted her questioning with disgust. His gaze swept under the table, revealing the lines of the woman’s legs in her high heels. He swallowed hard, then his gaze returned to Yaqi’s face; she was looking at him.

"I told you to stop talking nonsense and keep asking so many questions. A woman is a woman. Two hundred thousand to buy it out!"

"Buy it out? Buy out what? Who hired you to follow me, and what's your purpose?"

"Sigh, I won't tell you, don't ask. Hmph, stop pretending, here are the photos and negatives of you cheating on your husband with that gigolo! Two hundred thousand isn't expensive. Damn! You and that gigolo were having a blast in the villa in Tamsui that day, while I was left to eat the cold. You should at least get some compensation."

A chill ran down her spine, and Yaqi's originally fair face turned even paler. Her bright red lips trembled slightly. Her suspicions over the past few days were indeed correct.

The door of the coffee shop opened, and a car drove by outside, its sound bringing her back to her senses.

"Let's not beat around the bush. I, Old Ye, have a reputation in this business. I won't cheat you!"

She noticed that the man in front of her, called Old Ye, had a strange smile on his face, his eyes fixed on her chest. Instinctively, Yaqi covered her chest with both hands.

"I want cash, cash on delivery. Hurry up!" The man raised his voice for the last two words, and the clerk at the counter looked over curiously.

Yaqi panicked and gritted her teeth, saying, "I know. I don't have that much cash on me. I only have 100,000 today. I'll write the rest by check, okay?"

"Are you even paying attention? What do I need a check for? To leave a record? Do you think I'm a fraudster? Are you going to pay me or not? Otherwise, I might as well sell myself to your husband, hehe!"

His pale face suddenly flushed red. "I'll pay! I'll pay! I only have... half the money! I'll go get the other... half later." Yaqi took a rectangular block wrapped in paper from her handbag and placed it on the table.

"That's more like it. Trying to run away, huh! I'll go with you to get the money." As soon as he finished speaking, Old Ye picked up the banknotes and got up to leave.

Yaqi remained in her seat, waiting for the man to leave before hurriedly following him without thinking.

Old Ye opened the front door of the car for her to get in, but Yaqi hesitated and refused to sit down.

"Hurry up, are we going to the bank or somewhere?" The man grinned, revealing a set of yellow teeth.

Yaqi tried to open the back door, but couldn't. Old Ye told her to be patient for a moment before pressing the switch to let her in, then started the car and drove into traffic.

"Any bank will do."

The car continued forward along the street.

Yaqi nervously looked ahead, her mind racing. She felt like she'd seen this man somewhere before, but she couldn't quite place him.

Reaching into her handbag, she clutched something tightly, feeling a sense of security.

"Where are the photos and negatives?"

"Here, they're in the bag." Old Ye opened the glove compartment, took out a package, and tossed it to Yaqi.

It seemed this wasn't a lie.

Yaqi hurriedly opened it and saw that the photos were all taken during her first rendezvous with Zhang Zijun. Only then did she realize something: the objects in the photos were just cars and villas; even if she was in the photos, she could only be identified as a woman.

She felt confident and her courage grew. Yaqi said calmly, "What about the negatives? Actually, the people in these photos aren't necessarily me, just a woman who looks like me."

"Hehe, what are you talking about? There's more exciting stuff we haven't shown yet, want to see?" Hearing this, Yaqi's relaxed mood tightened again.

Old Ye, the driver, glanced discreetly at the rearview mirror as he spoke. Yaqi glanced at the front rearview mirror, but she was surprised to find that she didn't see the driver in the rearview mirror.

Usually, passengers in the back seat can see the driver in the front rearview mirror. But the angle of the rearview mirror in this car was very strange. In other words, the passenger's face wasn't visible in the rearview mirror at all, because it was pointing downwards.

"Ah!" Yaqi exclaimed as if she had discovered something.

Today, Yaqi was wearing a tight skirt that was two centimeters above the knee. The skirt was short enough, and when she sat down, it would ride up, making it almost impossible to cover her face. So Yaqi pressed down on her skirt with her hand and pressed her legs tightly together.

But the car suddenly swerved to the right, and after a jolt, to maintain her balance, she naturally spread her legs wide, not just a little, but completely open. She

was definitely completely exposed! The skirt was so short, it was obvious she could see right inside. Tsk, she should have worn trousers today!

Thinking of this, Yaqi, sitting in the corner, subconsciously pressed her legs together again, even though she had already put them together, she still did it one more time, not entirely reassured.

"We're here, let's get off."

Looking out the window, the car was in an alley. Looking to both sides, where was the bank?

"Where is this?" Yaqi looked anxiously at Lao Ye getting off the car.

"We're here! This is it."

"Oh!"

Suddenly she caught sight of a sign outside the right window, written in bright colored acrylic: "Rest from 700, Accommodation..."

Startled, Lao Ye was already outside the back door, about to open it.

In a state of extreme terror, Yaqi hurriedly pressed the car door lock, grabbing the contents of her handbag...

Yaqi felt a sharp pain in her wrist. In fact, it wasn't just her wrist; her whole body ached, from her thighs and right waist to her abdominal muscles, which felt stiff and spasmodic.

She opened her eyes groggily, staring at the ceiling. In the center of the room was a round bed, slowly rotating, and even the ceiling was covered with mirrors.

All the mirrors reflected a naked female body lying on the bed.

A pillow was piled behind Yaqi's waist, raising her snow-white abdomen, revealing her pubic hair and labia vividly; her legs, spread wide apart, were now too weak to even close.

She felt like she was floating, scattered, with only the pounding of her heartbeat echoing deep within her soul.

What happened?

Ah, right! It felt like an electric shock to my lower right abdomen, and then I lost consciousness…

Ah, right! I was going to take out the stun gun to scare the bad guy away, but instead…

a bad guy!

Yes, a bad guy! He was going to take me to the bank, but he tricked me into coming here.

Who is the bad guy? I can’t quite remember.

I vaguely remember a warm breath approaching me, looking down at me from above! I tried to open my eyes to see what was going on, but my eyelids wouldn’t open no matter how hard I tried.

Then a pair of large hands played wicked games on my body, touching my face, my breasts, my thighs. In my daze, I tried to get away, but I couldn’t.

Then a tongue licked and sucked my neck, shoulders, and chest, like the little yellow dog I had when I was a child. Wait, no! That wasn’t Little Yellow, Little Yellow wouldn’t bite my nipples.

Then it felt like someone was trying to force-feed me some liquid, which I couldn’t swallow and vomited up. Then a mouth came over and fed me.

"Ughhhhh..." A mouth came close and sucked on her tongue, making it hard for her to breathe, but she couldn't move either.

Then it got so hot, so hot all over! That big hand took off her clothes, and she felt a little cooler, but her lower abdomen was still so hot and itchy.

Then she felt rough fingers squeeze into her wet, narrow lower body, pinching her clitoris. The fingers between her legs pulled and rubbed wantonly, and in the darkness, she felt as if a million sparks were dancing before her eyes.

She was panting, her whole body was weak, and waves of spasms swept over her. She couldn't help but moan, and her legs involuntarily spread wide open. The last bit of restraint she had maintained out of embarrassment gradually crumbled...

and then something pierced through her burning lower body!

The sudden thrust made her almost completely dizzy. At first, she couldn't bear the pain, but it slowly turned into waves of burning, throbbing numbness...

"Ah... Oh..." Waves of pleasure washed over her, and she cried out in a daze, uncontrollably dominated by the strange, unknown, exciting orgasm within her.

So good... So comfortable

... ...?!

No! I've been raped!

As Yaqi gradually regained consciousness, she realized reality.

"I need to quickly wash away the semen inside me..."

This was the only thing on her mind. The extreme humiliation made her reflexively prop herself up, but before she could even get up, she clearly felt a sticky mess on her lower body, a slimy substance flowing down her inner thighs, and a stuffy, fishy smell wafted up to her nose.

Yaqi thought to herself that the semen left inside her must have also flowed into the deepest part of her body, and that uterus, the uterus that should be nurturing her and her husband's child, was also defiled by this filthy substance.

A drop of water tickled her cheek, and she thought she was crying. She wiped it away, only to find it was just sweat mixed with a sticky white liquid.

Yaqi rolled over and stood up. The sticky liquid that had remained inside her began to trickle out, dripping down her legs to her feet, still warm like snot, hanging damply.

For the first time in her life, Yaqi discovered that a man could leave so much inside her body.

Busy looking for something to wipe it away, she looked up and saw a naked woman's figure standing in a ridiculous posture, legs spread wide.

First, her chest jolted from the sudden impact, then she realized it was her reflection in the mirror.

The hotel room was decorated in a South Pacific style. A huge round bed occupied most of the room, opposite which was a wall of mirrors and wallpaper covered in huge red and yellow flowers.

Under the bright lights, the mirror gleamed, its reflection highlighting Yaqi's completely naked and awkwardly exposed figure, framed by her disheveled black hair.

Behind her, the ridiculously romantic, oddly colored round bed, speckled with wet stains, filled the entire background of the mirror, seemingly reminding her of the sexual intercourse that had just taken place there. No

matter how much water she turned on the tap, no matter how thoroughly she washed, Yaqi knew she could never wash away the feeling of filth from her body.

She understood that for all eternity, she would never be able to rid herself of the impurity left in her womb by the filthy man's semen.

Leaving the bathroom, Yaqi quickly retrieved her clothes scattered by the bed.

"Where are the stockings?" Having dressed, Yaqi couldn't find them. "No! I can't leave anything here."

In her haste, she noticed the marks of binding on her wrists, and sure enough, she found them under the pillow at the head of the bed.

Beside her handbag was an envelope. Opening it, she found it filled with photographic negatives, with a note hastily written: "Cash on delivery, I'm the most trustworthy."

Yaqi trembled as she tore it to shreds.

Downstairs at the counter, she was stopped by the staff; apparently, she hadn't even paid for her room. She hurriedly paid and walked out the door. Two or three drunken men, laughing and joking, bumped into Yaqi.

She fell to the ground, and they tried to help her up.

"Get away!!!" Yaqi yelled.

"So fierce, is it because the customer didn't pay? Hahaha~~~" Ignoring the mockery, she hailed a taxi at an alleyway exit, sat down, and quietly told the driver to take her home. The young driver glanced at her in the rearview mirror.

Yaqi turned to look out the window.

Thinking it was still early, Yaqi was startled to realize that the sky had already darkened, and the bright neon signs along the street shone brilliantly through the city night.

Back home, it was pitch black.

"That's right, Zhaolin's away on a business trip," Yaqi murmured to herself.

She wanted him to hold her tightly in his arms.

He wasn't there.

"I need to wash up and wait for him," Yaqi murmured to herself.

She stood frozen under the showerhead, letting the water soak her, trying to recall the cruel ordeal.

I was raped!

Yaqi finally burst into tears, tears streaming down her face. She felt suffocated, unable to breathe. She slumped into the bathroom, sobbing uncontrollably. "What happened?" Yaqi stared blankly at Jiazhen.

She kindly took Yaqi to the police station to report the crime. The police chief expressed his concern and summoned a female officer to inquire about the incident, considerately asking everyone else to leave the office. The large office contained only Ya-Chi and the policewoman. The policewoman professionally produced a statement sheet and immediately began asking for Ya-Chi's personal information: "Name?" "Address?" "Occupation?" The policewoman asked earnestly and urgently. "What time was it?" "Where did it happen?" "Did you see the assailant's face?" In that instant, Ya-Chi realized this was an official statement, a written record that could be reviewed at any time. She wanted to escape, but the door was closed, and the policewoman watched her. Ya-Chi's heart sank, sinking into a vast ocean, like someone on the verge of drowning. The policewoman continued, "Did he insert his penis into your vagina?" Ya-Chi froze, feeling her body tremble and her stomach cramp; she began to feel dizzy.

"So, did you feel good?" the policewoman suddenly asked.

"What?!" Yaqi was stunned.

"You said you felt so good~ so comfortable~ right?" the policewoman asked with a strange expression and tone.

"I...I...no..."

"Still saying no? Look! That's clearly written in the statement."

The policewoman took the statement and walked out of the office. Yaqi saw Jiazhen, the chief, and five or six other police officers looking at the statement.

Yaqi wanted to yell at them: You can't do this!

But she had no strength.

Some officers turned to look at her, their piercing eyes making her unable to open them.

Jiazhen walked over and frowned, telling her,

"Yaqi, if you felt so good~ so good~ then it doesn't count as rape! You met that man at a coffee shop, and then went to a hotel together. There are witnesses to all of this. They didn't see you being forced!"

"I...I...no, I didn't! Waaah~" Yaqi denied tearfully.

"What do you mean, 'no'? When you were in bed with Zhang Zijun, didn't you feel really good? So you weren't raped?" Jiazhen's eyes gleamed with a strange light.

"That's right, ma'am, your rape claim is completely unfounded. You just had an affair and slept with other men. Think it through." Suddenly, more and more figures appeared around them; the police officers had all moved closer.

Yaqi wanted to say something several times but swallowed it back. She buried her face in her hands and cried, "It's all my fault, it's all my fault!"

Suddenly, everything went dark, and everyone disappeared. A dark figure stood in a corner.

"I told you I'm a man of my word. Come here, cash on delivery!" It was the man surnamed Ye, his lower body exposed, leering.

"Come here, I'll give you another dose of 'high-protein nutrition'." "Ha~ha~ha~~~"

... " Ahhhhh

!" Yaqi woke up with a scream and a cold sweat. It was a dream. The blinding sunlight pulled her back from the darkness. Was it dawn? She lay paralyzed on her bed in the bedroom and saw a photo on the bedside table. It was her wedding photo, and the bride in the photo looked so happy. But now, reflected in the glass, she saw a haggard and distorted face. A face

full

of regret and pain. === ... The rain stopped, the weather cleared up, and Manager Chen decided to set off. "You come too." Me? What do you need me for? "To help out." Apparently, after the partner company moved, there were some problems with the network system; the connection to our company wasn't very stable, and they needed someone to check it out. So, Deputy Manager Chen, along with a female assistant and me, set off in his Honda. "You sit in the back." The two of them chatted and laughed all the way, while I, bored in the back, had to find my own amusement. Today, I wore a white shirt with a slightly beige pencil skirt—not bad. Of course, the focus had to be on my lower body. Hmm, the skirt was lifted up, but unfortunately, not high enough, and there was no side slit, plus I didn't dare to openly peek—ha, not enough. What happened later wasn't important; the important thing was when it was time to leave. "I'll go get the car; you guys wait for me at the entrance." Just before leaving, I was chatting happily with their people when Deputy Manager Chen, probably impatient with me dragging them along, went to the underground parking lot alone and drove the car out first. At the entrance, I surveyed the surroundings. There was still some construction work to be completed, and only one or two families had moved into the building. The wall surrounding the building opposite was still standing, with only a few scattered workers moving around. My assistant and I waited at the entrance, looking towards the driveway, for a minute or two, but the car still didn't come out. "Let's call and ask." My phone was on, but no one answered. I called again, but both times it went to voicemail. Okay, I'll go check it out myself; maybe Deputy Manager Chen is in the restroom. I borrowed a phone from the guardhouse at the entrance to call up and ask if he was there. No! He's probably in the parking lot; maybe the car just won't come out. That doesn't make sense either; there aren't many cars parked down there. I'll have to go down and check myself. The parking lot downstairs was empty. Although it was midday and the sun was quite hot outside, it felt chilly inside. When I got near where the car was parked, I saw that the back doors were open, and the car was swaying. The sound of my footsteps must have disturbed what I was thinking. Just ten steps away, two dark figures suddenly jumped out of the car, startling me so much that I ran backward. When I calmed down, the surroundings returned to a cold, quiet silence. Damn, I'm really a weirdo, but I think most people would have reacted similarly. I looked through the open car door, and sure enough, just as I suspected, Deputy Manager Chen was lying unconscious inside. She was lying head down on the back seat, her lower body completely naked, legs spread apart, only her underwear and pantyhose hanging from her calves. I only knew that my lower body swelled up, so I went around to the other side to get a clearer view from the front. Sigh, it would have been better if I hadn't looked. After seeing it, there were only two words: So dark. It must have been because she had given birth and worked for her husband for several years; her genitals were a patch of wrinkled black, and with the tangled hair stained with semen, it didn't match her beauty at all. Sigh, my fantasies about her were shattered. Of course, I quickly called an ambulance. Later, at the police station, I was questioned repeatedly by the officers. Finally, they told me and my assistant to go to the nearby construction site to see if there were any similar people. I didn't even know their height, and my assistant only saw two people rush out of the driveway and run to the construction site across the street. Of course, we found nothing. I wasn't released until after 10 PM that night. The next day at work, I was surprised by how quickly the news spread. There were piles of rumors, everyone was whispering. Most of my colleagues were indignant and regretful, but some seemed to be getting more and more excited as they talked. I later heard that Deputy Manager Chen had used a stun gun to resist, but it backfired. Hundreds of thousands of volts of electricity stunned her. The medical examination showed that the assailant had shocked her several times on the back of her neck and lower back before raping her. Some people even said that Deputy Manager Chen had contracted a sexually transmitted disease, but I don't know if that's true or not. Anyway, I never saw Deputy Manager Chen again. The company didn't blame me or the other person, and it seems they even asked a reporter not to report the incident. Looking back on this incident now, I have a feeling that women look better when they are dressed.

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