A Postman's Story

The scorching sun seemed to be baking this small county town into a pancake, and the incessant chirping of cicadas was particularly irritating. I carefully avoided the direct sunlight on my green, faded bicycle, slowly riding along the shady side of the roadside trees.
I'm an ordinary postman, just 29 years and 108 days old today, and I've just delivered my 107th letter. Now I'm heading to the last address to deliver this final letter.
Life is understood differently by different people. I live like this every day. At first, I felt disgusted; now, I'm numb. Life has chosen me this way, and I have no power to choose the life I want. A life without passion forces me to passively accept this ordinariness, but nothing can restrain the desires in my heart.
Wandering through the streets and alleys, I found the home of the recipient of this last letter. Yes, this place is familiar; I've been here at least five times this month.
I rang the doorbell, and soon the large, vermilion iron gate opened a crack, revealing half of a woman's body. She looked up, saw me holding her letter, stared blankly at her, and chuckled, "It's you again?"
"Yes...yes, your...your letter." I don't know why I was so nervous. I'd met her several times before, but every time I felt this way—something was churning inside, and my words trembled.
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The first time I saw her, I stared at her like a dummy for a full two minutes, almost making her think I was crazy. Actually, it wasn't my fault. In my entire life, I had never seen such a genuinely beautiful woman. I couldn't guess her exact age; her features were exquisite, her cheeks rosy, and her lips cherry-red—she possessed both the innocence of a young girl and the maturity of a woman.
As my gaze shifted to below her chin, a vast expanse of flawless, jade-like skin suddenly came into view. Its fullness was unmatched by any other woman, and the delicate prominence of her collarbones was striking. Beneath her pink, low-cut dress, the prominent curves of her breasts and the deep cleavage almost made me dizzy.
When her voice came, my continued, impolite stare caused a blush to creep onto her cheeks. She lightly scoffed, "You, are you here to deliver mail?"
I snapped out of my reverie, quickly retrieved her letter from my parcel, and handed it to her.
A pair of delicate hands reached out before me, long, slender fingers with nails painted a vibrant red. Her fingers gently touched the edge of my palm, sending a shiver down my spine.
I kept watching her. She smiled at me, revealing perfectly white teeth that shone like pearls. A mischievous smile played on her lips. "You're such a silly goose!" she said, turning and going inside. The iron gate closed abruptly, abruptly cutting my gaze from her delicate figure. I stood there for a long time before finally walking away, my expression blank.
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The familiar smile was different this time. She actually took my hand and led me through the iron gate. How I longed to hold her soft little hand in return, but I didn't dare. Just as I stepped through the gate, I smelled the jasmine scent emanating from her. I took a deep breath and averted my gaze from her.
The world inside the gate was completely different from the streets and alleys I had wandered through. I couldn't understand why this seemingly simple, secluded courtyard house was so quiet and beautiful inside. The bluestone courtyard was filled with flowers and trees, and stone benches and chairs sat under the grape trellis. The lady of the house had clearly just been reading in the shade of the grape trellis
. A gentle breeze carried the scent of jasmine from the small incense burner on the stone table. I could hardly believe this was a place that should exist in this noisy, dilapidated little county town. She led me to a stone bench, poured me a cup of tea, and sat down opposite me, politely saying, "It's hot. Please rest your feet and have some water before you go!" Then she focused intently on her book.
I thanked her awkwardly, and she smiled at me again. I was captivated by her smile once more, thinking: If only time could stand still here. This moment was probably the most leisurely thing I had ever experienced in my life.
I stole glances at her. Today she was wearing a white sleeveless t-shirt with a colorful badger bear pattern on the chest, and blue jeans. Everything looked perfectly fitting. When my gaze fell on her feet, I felt a strange surge of desire.
How delicate and fair her feet were! She had her legs crossed and stretched out, sandals perched on her heels. Her feet stretched out from under the stone table right in front of me. The arch of her feet and the slenderness of her toes were beyond my imagination. Her soles didn't have the prominent veins of most people's feet; everything was so soft and smooth. Her toenails were neatly trimmed and painted pink.
She occasionally wiggled her legs slightly, making her little feet sway and appear as if they were a blur of white, making my heart race and beat faster and faster with the movement of her feet.
I finally managed to drink the tea, but my heart was burning with desire. I knew my manhood was throbbing. I quickly grabbed the mailbag and held it in front of me, taking a deep breath to calm myself before preparing to leave.
Just then, the woman put down her book, looked up at me, and clearly noticed my embarrassment—my flushed face, the sweat on my nose, and the naked lust in my eyes.
She ran a hand through her flowing hair, which shimmered in the sunlight filtering through the grape leaves. She stretched, raising her arms overhead and extending them upwards, while her legs straightened and stretched forward. At that moment, I noticed a few armpit hairs peeking out from the edge of her white t-shirt, and her foot was directly touching my leg.
Seeing this, I felt as if struck by lightning; my burning lust surged to its peak.
I felt my groin swell to its limit, my eyes fixed on her body, scanning her like prey. A burning desire was consuming my reason, and she noticed all of this. Her expression
suddenly turned panicked; she sat bolt upright, asking urgently, "You...you, what are you doing?"
I was almost out of control, but then the doorbell rang. She quickly got up to open the door, and I, too, was startled awake, my mind gradually calming down.
The door opened, and a middle-aged man wearing glasses entered, carrying a black briefcase. Almost as soon as the woman opened the door, he squeezed in, grabbed her, and kissed her face.
The woman struggled, but couldn't break free. She could only shake her head, angrily shouting, "Let go, let go, you bastard!"
The man tried to kiss her several times without success, then his expression changed. He released the woman, swung his hand, and slapped her across the face, cursing, "You slut, pretending? You bitch!"
I snapped out of my daze and rushed over, shielding the stunned woman behind me.
When the bespectacled man saw me blocking his way, his anger and malice intensified. He laughed maniacally, his voice filled with mockery and curses: "So, you bitch, you dare to mess with another man? You're tired of living, aren't you? You piece of trash, who is he?"
"Oh, the postman, what the hell do you see in him? Didn't my dick satisfy you?"
The woman didn't refute the man's vicious insults, only sobbing softly. But my nameless anger flared. I grabbed the bespectacled man by the collar and punched him across the face. The man cried out in pain: "You, you damn bastard, how dare you hit me!"
I was about to hit him again, but the woman grabbed my sleeve, shouting, "Don't hit him! Go away, go away!"
Turning back, I saw the woman's terrified expression and pitiful look. I thought to myself: she's still siding with her man, and I'm just an outsider. A pang of pain shot through me, I didn't know if it was for her or something else, and I turned and left.
The moment I opened the door to leave, I turned my head and saw the bespectacled man had already thrown the woman onto the stone bench, roughly pulling up her shirt and pushing aside half of her pink bra. One of her white breasts was exposed to the sunlight, stark white, with a tiny rosy nipple at the tip, which the man was sucking.
I couldn't bear to see this, so I slammed the iron gate shut and leaned weakly against it. Just then, I heard the man inside shouting rudely, "Damn it, I'm in a good mood today, I'll castrate you bastard one of these days!"
I didn't want to hear anything more, so I immediately jumped on my bicycle and fled like a coward.
I ran all the way home, threw my bicycle into the yard, drank several mouthfuls of cold water from the tap, splashed water on my head, and then headed into the house.
Just as I reached the doorway to the inner room, I heard my wife's voice coming from my bedroom.
"Hey, Old Li, did you hear that? Could it be my deadbeat husband coming back?"
"How could it be? He's still running errands and delivering messages. What are you afraid of? Come here, baby..."
"Ugh, you old geezer, you're really something... oh... your beard is shaving my...heart!"
Hearing this, I immediately understood what had happened. A wave of dizziness washed over me. I wanted to rush into the house and catch the adulterous couple in the act, but then I felt a chill run through me. I immediately rejected that idea. I wanted to take revenge on those two scoundrels. An even more vicious thought flashed through my mind.
I went back to the kitchen, grabbed a cleaver, and secretly took two pieces of rope. Then I tiptoed to the bedroom door.
At that moment, I heard a man's heavy breathing and a woman's lewd moans coming from inside.
I gently pushed the door open; it wasn't locked. Through the crack, I saw my wife, naked and kneeling on the bed like a bitch, while a bald, obese man was thrusting violently behind her. Both were covered in sweat, and my wife occasionally let out a wanton moan.
My eyes burned with rage, and my bleeding heart was tormented by both anger and inner turmoil. I gripped the knife tightly and lunged in.
I slammed the flat of the blade onto the obese man's head. He staggered, collapsing onto the bed before he could even cry out. My wife turned around and, seeing my menacing face, frightened, immediately lay down on the bed. I held the knife to her neck, stuffed a bundle of clothes from the bed into her mouth, and slapped her hard across the face several times. Finally, I tied her to the bed. When she came to her senses, she kicked the bed frame fiercely, glaring at me. I ignored her and turned to tie up the adulterer.
But when I turned over and saw the man lying unconscious on the bed, my heart skipped a beat. This obese man with a full beard was actually the director of the post office!
I slumped onto the edge of the bed, unable to understand why, why the director.
Two years ago, he was the one who introduced me to my wife, helping me out of poverty so I could marry her and start this little family. Although my wife and I often argued after marriage, I loved her dearly and felt very happy. I was grateful to the director, but why did this happen…?
I
gradually formed an idea. Whoever he was, since he had seduced my wife, I had to get revenge. I tied the director's hands and feet with rope and glared fiercely at my wife.
My wife had exceptionally fair and youthful skin. Her features weren't particularly beautiful, but her lips were alluring. She had a slender and graceful figure; she was quite a beauty. I couldn't understand why she had married a poor clerk like me.
At this moment, my wife spat out the clothes from her mouth, gasped for breath, and angrily shouted, "Li Mingyuan, you bastard, let me go! Don't think you can mess with us just because you have a knife!" "
Ma Xiaoli, you're a whore! You…I…why did you do this?" I couldn't contain my anger any longer. With a bang, I slammed the kitchen knife against the headboard.
My wife was startled, but she immediately retorted maliciously in a mocking voice, "Li Mingyuan, don't you know? I am a whore! Can a penniless man like you support me? Just let me go! You bastard…" As she spoke, she began to twist and writhe, trying to break free of the ropes binding her. Her white flesh twisted and writhed on the bed.
Hearing her words, I felt as if I'd been doused with cold water, a sense of powerlessness and uncontrollable frustration washing over me: Yes, my wife admitted she was a whore, so was I still worth being angry about? Had my love for her over the past two years been rewarded with a whore's true affection?
I slapped myself hard, raised my head, and stared with a crazed gaze at the writhing body on the bed. Only one thought occupied my mind: you whore, you slut, you whore, I'll make you wish you were dead!
Just as I was further considering how to take revenge, the post office director, Teng Wenhai, woke up. He looked around in panic, his gaze sweeping over Ma Xiaoli's writhing body, finally settling on my face. He feigned composure and said, "Xiao Li, I… don't do anything rash, I'll give you an explanation!"
His tone seemed to come from the director's throne, showing no remorse whatsoever. I stared fiercely at his fat, ugly body, as if I were seeing a fat pig lying on a chopping board. I had a real urge to rush up and tear him to pieces.
Seeing the madness in my eyes, Teng Wenhai began to flinch. This was the bureaucracy of today—audacious when shameless, but cowardly as pigs when facing death. I chuckled coldly, and this immediately gave me an idea for dealing with this lecherous pig.
I went back to the bedside table, opened the door, took out my camera, and started snapping photos of the two shameless people on the bed until I ran out of film.
I put the camera in my pocket, sat in the chair at the dressing table opposite the bed, and coldly watched Teng Wenhai and my wife Ma Xiaoli. At this moment, I was completely calm. I lit a cigarette, squinted my eyes, and thought: Ma Xiaoli, you are no longer my wife, Li Mingyuan's wife. Since you consider yourself a whore, then I will make good use of your body and let you pave a path for me with your white flesh, a path to promotion and wealth.
Teng Wenhai realized what I was about to do. His fat face contorted, and he began to beg for mercy: "Xiao Li, I'm sorry, please don't do this to me. I promise I won't touch your wife again. You...you give me back the film. What do you want? I'll agree to anything..."
I ignored him and instead looked at Ma Xiaoli. She was probably exhausted; her mouth was open, like a dying fish, panting heavily, her chest heaving, and her two pert breasts trembling. To be honest, Ma Xiaoli's body was something I could reminisce about. So many nights I had been exhausted by this slut. Seeing this, a lustful fire rose within me, and my crotch swelled. My mind raced back to the days when I was with Ma Xiaoli, recalling her bold and lewd actions and expressions.
I stood up, went to the bedside, grabbed Ma Xiaoli's hair, and dragged her off the bed. Ma Xiaoli cried out in terror, "What are you doing? It hurts! What are you doing?"
I sneered, dragging Ma Xiaoli to the ground in front of me
. I sat back in my chair and coldly asked, "Good wife, Director Teng's penis is better than your husband's, isn't it?" Ma Xiaoli was confused by my question, half-lying on the floor, staring at me in surprise and suspicion. Teng Wenhai, on the other hand, clenched his legs tightly, as if afraid I would do something cruel and cut off his penis.
I started to unbuckle my belt, pulled it out, and, ignoring that my pants had fallen to my calves, gripped the belt loop and walked towards Teng Wenhai. Teng Wenhai was terrified and began to beg for mercy, trembling. But my merciless belt lashed hard at his fat belly. Teng Wenhai screamed like a pig being slaughtered, rolling around on the bed. I didn't intend to beat him to death; I wanted him to remember that I wasn't someone to be trifled with.
Seeing how I dealt with Teng Wenhai, Ma Xiaoli became frightened. When I turned to face her, she looked at me with terrified eyes. I smiled at her, a smile that sent chills down her spine.
I pulled her up from the ground and made her kneel between my legs, pointing to my underwear, where a noticeable tent was erect. I ordered Ma Xiaoli, "Hurry up, serve your husband well, at least more diligently than you would serve someone else!"
Ma Xiaoli was quite sensible; she was probably afraid of me, and even more afraid that the belt in my hand would fall mercilessly on her like it had on Teng Wenhai. She glanced at me uneasily, then brought her head close to my crotch, using her teeth to pull my underwear down to her thighs, and then took my penis into her mouth, beginning to suck it vigorously.
Her oral skills were excellent. It was strange that I hadn't suspected her before; she was so lewd, frequently asking me to perform oral sex, and even willingly letting me penetrate her anus.
I breathed a sigh of relief, grasped her breast with one hand, kneaded it, gradually increasing the pressure, and moved my hips back and forth, letting my thick penis move back and forth in her mouth. Ma Xiaoli's tongue swirled around my glans, the coating of her tongue scraping against me, making me feel itchy and numb.
Suddenly, I tightened my grip and pinched Ma Xiaoli's nipple. Ma Xiaoli cried out in pain, looking up at me pitifully. I leered and asked, "Wife, how does my cock compare to Director Teng's?"
Ma Xiaoli didn't dare answer, enduring the pain as she diligently licked my glans. But I didn't let her off the hook, pinching her nipple hard again, and asked, "How is it? Is your husband's cock good?" Ma Xiaoli was
in excruciating pain and quickly replied, "Yes, my husband's is so good!"
I released my fingers, but suddenly lashed out with a belt, instantly drawing a bloody line from her snow-white body. Ma Xiaoli cried out in pain and fell to the ground. I said fiercely, "Since your husband's is so good, you still dare to cheat on me..." I whipped her again and again, the woman rolling on the ground, her body immediately covered in blood. At first, she was still crying out in pain, but gradually she began to beg for mercy. From that moment, I felt that this woman had been completely trampled under my feet.
I threw away the belt, pinned the woman to the ground, and asked, "Will you dare to cheat on me again?"
The woman's face was covered in snot and tears, and she pitifully said repeatedly, "I won't, I won't..."
My eyes were filled with pity, as if I were saying to her and also to Teng Wenhai, "Poor thing, I whipped you too hard. I'm so sorry, what a waste of my good wife's delicate skin." I picked up Ma Xiaoli. Her eyes were filled with fear, but I didn't do anything to her. I just patted her large
buttocks and said, "There can't be a next time, or I'll make sure you suffer here!" I put the woman on the bed. When I lay down, she was lying diagonally with her legs wide open. Ma Xiaoli lay there obediently, not daring to change her position. I saw that her dark labia, engorged and everted, were covered in glistening vaginal fluid from her thick pubic hair. Did this woman have a masochistic fetish?
I fastened my pants and began to seriously consider how to deal with Teng Wenhai. One option was to use him to get a better job, and the other was to extort some money from him. However, both of those would be too easy on him. To deal with this old lecher, I should be more ruthless...
But now, the question is how to resolve the current situation smoothly. I tucked the kitchen knife into my waistband, went over, and untied Teng Wenhai's ropes. Teng Wenhai hurriedly thanked me repeatedly and frantically put on his clothes.
After I watched him grimace and put on his clothes despite the pain, I asked in a sarcastic tone, "Director Teng, what should I do now?"
Teng Wenhai looked guilty and said, "Xiao Li, this was my fault. Just name your price, and I'll try my best to meet it. But could you... give me back the negatives?"
I didn't answer directly or make any demands, but simply said, "Director Teng, thank you for taking care of me back then. I've already forgotten what happened earlier. You can go now!"
Teng Wenhai still wanted the negatives, so I pulled out a kitchen knife and threw it on the dressing table. Teng Wenhai trembled in fright and quickly ran out the door. I chuckled coldly, watching his figure disappear outside the door, thinking to myself: Teng Wenhai, you wait...
I don't even feel disappointed in Ma Xiaoli anymore. Now I need her. I need to control her tightly. How can you control a woman who sees herself as a prostitute, a whore?
I strolled to the bedside and lay down next to Ma Xiaoli. She didn't dare to look at me and remained in a reclining position with her legs spread. I reached out and stroked her smooth back. Occasionally, I touched her wounds, causing her to tremble slightly in pain. I said coldly, "You know pain, but do you know how much it hurts me? You shattered my beautiful dream like glass. How should I punish you?"
Ma Xiaoli didn't dare answer. I suddenly sat up, turning her face to face me. My eyes held madness, sorrow, and pity. She turned her face away in panic. I had always been gentle and obedient to her, but today I must have frightened her, and that was exactly the effect I wanted. Only devilish methods could work against a woman like her.
I said harshly, "Look at me, you bitch!" Ma Xiaoli could only meet my gaze, her body trembling. I said, word by word, "Will you dare to do it again?"
Ma Xiaoli shook her head desperately. I suddenly smiled and said gently, "That's a good girl!" I kissed her forehead and said, "Come on, let me wash you and put some medicine on you!"
I carried her to the bathroom, untied the ropes binding her, and let her lie in the bathtub. I turned on the shower and poured cold water over her body. The wound must have felt bad when it got wet. She shuddered in pain but didn't make a sound. After rinsing away the filth, I commanded her, "Open your legs, I'm going to clean your rotten cunt!"
She hesitated for a moment, then obediently opened her legs, placing her long legs on the edge of the bathtub, exposing her genitals to me. Perhaps out of shame, her chest and lower abdomen heaved, even her labia trembled slightly. I turned the faucet on full blast, relentlessly washing her genitals. Under the impact of the water, she clearly felt something was wrong; her body heaved even more, and her breathing became erratic. I coldly said, "Look, you bitch, even rinsing yourself makes you aroused…!"
Ma Xiaoli closed her eyes in shame. I knew that even the most wanton woman had a sense of shame. I wanted to humiliate her like this, to make her feel that she was less than a bitch in front of me.
However, I was far less resilient than I had imagined. While humiliating her, my own desire stirred, and my crotch swelled again.
I threw down the showerhead and ordered Ma Xiaoli, "Quick, you bitch, suck your husband's thing out!"
The woman endured the pain, got up, knelt in the bathtub, unzipped my pants, took out my penis, and began to suck and lick it vigorously. I held her head and actively thrust into her mouth. Waves of tingling sensations assaulted my central nervous system. I closed my eyes, and at that moment, another woman's face appeared in my mind: long, delicate eyebrows, almond-shaped eyes, peach-blossom cheeks, a captivating smile, followed by pitiful, tearful eyes, and that white, trembling breast in the sunlight, the rosy tip...
Oh, in an instant, I ejaculated.
Ma Xiaoli swallowed my semen with a gulp, white semen remaining at the corner of her mouth. I brazenly smeared the remaining sticky fluid from my glans onto her face…
Suddenly, I realized that Ma Xiaoli possessed the same allure as the woman who had appeared in my mind several times earlier, something I hadn't noticed before…
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The stars are the eyes of the night, watching over the myriad aspects of human life, both kindness and indifference. I looked up at the starry sky and exhaled. I'm not a truly strong person; today's madness was entirely due to an unprecedented shock, and I still feel a dull ache in my heart.
Ma Xiaoli was a prostitute; she was one before we married.
Teng Wenhai was a lecher; his relationship with Ma Xiaoli went from client to lover. The reason he was so enthusiastic about arranging our marriage was because he wanted to maintain the thrill of our secret affair—this was what Ma Xiaoli confessed to me. It was precisely because I was a penniless clerk that they dared to do this.
Looking back at Ma Xiaoli, fast asleep on the cool bed, I didn't know whether to hate or love her. For a man, once he loves, he can't forget so easily. I reached out and stroked Ma Xiaoli's cheek, my fingers gently tracing her lips. The warm, soft feeling made me want to forgive her again.
But at the same time, the image of her wanton actions and cries of intercourse with Teng Wenhai flashed through my mind, and my heart turned cold and ached. I withdrew my hand, lit a cigarette, and took a few deep drags.
The cigarette glowed and faded as I fell into deep thought…
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"Xiao Li, Director Teng is calling for you!"
I had just arrived at the post office when someone called me. I sneered inwardly: You old lecher, are you scared now!
As usual, I went to the director's office with utmost respect. This time, Teng Wenhai had already prepared a seat for me and made tea. He said in what he thought was a kind tone, "Xiao Li, uh… sit down. Today, let's have a good talk!"
I wasn't arrogant, but I would never be subservient. I still answered as a subordinate, "Director, you're too kind!" But in my heart, I already saw him as a piece of pork, to be eaten however I wanted.
A smile plastered on Teng Wenhai's fat face, a mixture of hypocrisy, resentment, and awkwardness. As I sat down, he came to the opposite side of me, took a brown paper bag from a drawer, and pushed it in front of me, saying, "Xiao Li, yesterday—no, from the very beginning—I've wronged you. This is a small token, my compensation!"
Without a doubt, the bag contained money. Ridiculous! Is money omnipotent? For some, absolutely. And for me, it's not entirely negative, but now, I not only loathe it beyond measure, but I utterly despise it.
I turned my gaze coldly to Teng Wenhai, pushing the money back at him, saying, "Director Teng, what are you doing? Did I ask you for money? In other words, if I did something wrong to you, and I still give you money, would you be willing?"
"You…you…!" Teng Wenhai was enraged by my words. His fat face contorted a few times before he slumped into his chair like a deflated balloon.
"Then tell me, tell me what to do?" Teng Wenhai said weakly.
"You'll have to figure that out yourself. What do you think you should do to atone for your sins?" I said calmly, then got up and left.
I spent the entire night thinking about how to deal with Teng Wenhai. He has money, but I won't take it; he has power, but I won't beg for it. I want to make him suffer, to make him feel pain and fear, until he finally breaks down…
There were very few letters today, so I left work early and went home. As I stepped into the courtyard, I smelled the aroma of food. I went to the kitchen and saw Ma Xiaoli bustling about. To be honest, I had almost never seen her like this before. A warmth rose in my heart; perhaps I should forgive her.
Ma Xiaoli saw me staring blankly at her from the kitchen doorway, and her expression suddenly became unnatural. After hesitating for a long time, she whispered, "Mingyuan, you… you're back!"
I nodded, sniffed, and exclaimed, "It smells so good! What's this?" This broke the awkward silence.
Ma Xiaoli also cheered and said, "Your favorite sweet and sour pork ribs…"
Hearing the word "sour," my face changed. Seeing my expression, Ma Xiaoli suddenly realized something, her face turning pale as she lowered her head.
My heart ached with disgust for the name of the dish, but I also sensed Ma Xiaoli's panic and fear. I forced a smile, stepped forward, and embraced her, whispering in her ear, "Why don't you always treat me like this? If only that hadn't happened!"
Ma Xiaoli was still frightened, her voice trembling, her body shaking: "I...I...I'm sorry, please forgive me!"
My heart softened instantly, the hatred I felt for her almost vanished. I held her tightly; after all, she was my wife, my woman, the woman I had chosen to spend my life with from the beginning.
My arm touched the wound on Ma Xiaoli's body, and she groaned. I released her, and seeing the wound on her arm where she had rolled up her sleeve, I felt guilty! I took her hand, lowered my head, and gently kissed her wound. Looking up, I saw shyness and warmth in Ma Xiaoli's eyes!
This meal was perhaps the most enjoyable I'd had since marrying Ma Xiaoli. Ma Xiaoli treated me with the tenderness of a newlywed bride, making me forget all her faults and her social standing.
That afternoon at work, several colleagues who delivered mail greeted me with envious glances and tone. I later learned that I'd been transferred to a postal savings account as a teller. Compared to the mail delivery job, this was much easier and paid more than double. I knew this was Teng Wenhai's first step in "atonement," and I had no reason to refuse. But at the same time, I felt a pang of reluctance…
that elegant little courtyard, and the woman I always longed for—now I could no longer use the mail delivery as an excuse to visit her or strike up a conversation.
Weighing the pros and cons, how could I possibly give up a better job for a woman I'd never have the chance to be close to in eight lifetimes? But fate, it seems, cannot stop two unrelated people from being brought together.
Three days later, one afternoon, after finishing the savings business for several clients, I was about to breathe a sigh of relief when I looked up and saw her—the woman who only ever appeared in my heart, smiling at me under the starry night sky.
"Y-you, hello!" As usual, I was almost speechless upon seeing her.
Seeing me, her expression relaxed, and she exclaimed happily, "So, you've become a savings clerk! Oh, I thought something had happened to you!"
Seeing her worried and charming expression, I was almost captivated, momentarily stunned.
She looked at me and smiled mischievously, her crescent-shaped eyes radiating endless charm—a charm that few in the world could resist. I, for one, was completely mesmerized!
After a while, she finally took a plastic bag from her purse. Inside was about ten thousand yuan, which she told me she needed to wire transfer home. I had her fill out a wire transfer form. Her handwriting was delicate and neat, just like her personality. In the remitter's section, she wrote: Su Lan.
I knew the name, but I wasn't sure if it was her. After comparing today, I realized she truly lived up to her name.
I quickly finished the formalities. Su Lan smiled at me. I noticed she was wearing a sleeveless black evening dress. Two black veils crossed over her delicate shoulders from behind, ending at her waist. Today, she was dressed so sexily, her mature style captivating. Her breasts, encased in black veils, were almost identifiable by their shape.
I couldn't help but admire her inwardly, and cautiously but directly told Su Lan, "You look beautiful today!"
Su Lan giggled and said, "Thank you, I'm leaving now!" She then turned to leave. Just then, a man walked in from outside the post office—the bespectacled man I had beaten up the day before when he bullied Su Lan.
The man seemed very gentlemanly. He called out gently, "Su Lan, are you done with your business? Let's go!" Su Lan's expression changed, and she hurriedly turned around to greet him, taking his arm as they walked. Before leaving, she glanced back in my direction, but the man also glanced back. When he noticed me, his eyes suddenly sharpened, and he immediately turned back to accompany Su Lan out of the post office hall. Just
as they were about to descend the steps, I saw Teng Wenhai appear out of nowhere. Upon seeing the man, he immediately bowed and scraped, saying something. I thought to myself: Who is this man that makes Teng Wenhai so humble and obsequious?
After Teng Wenhai respectfully saw the man off, I turned to another colleague and asked, "Who was that person that Director Teng saw off?"
"You don't know? He's some kind of director at the county people's congress. He's been here for over a month."
"Oh, what's his surname? What's his name?"
"Qian, the famous Qian Shaotang."
I felt that only a high-ranking official in the county could treat Su Lan like that. Otherwise, with Su Lan's background, who would have the heart to bully her? Bureaucrats and beasts are equal! ...
In the time that followed, I couldn't stop thinking about Su Lan. Every smile, every gesture of hers seemed etched into my mind. This longing gnawed at my heart like a rat, unbearable. Finally, I got off work, but I was still in a daze as I left the post office.
As I rode my bicycle and turned into an alley leading from the post office to my home, someone suddenly threw me to the ground from behind. Then several people started kicking and punching me. Just as I was about to faint, they stopped. One of them said, "You little brat, stay away from Su Lan...!"
I lay on the ground for a long time, feeling ridiculous. What was wrong with me? What had I done to Su Lan? That day, I impulsively wanted to rape her, but I didn't. I thought about her all day long. What's wrong with thinking about someone? She—Su Lan—wasn't she still in Qian Shaotang's arms, perhaps even moaning and flaunting her charms right now?
Suddenly, Su Lan's face flashed through my mind. She was laughing lasciviously, gracefully removing her veil. Then Qian Shaotang appeared, and the naked Su Lan began to fawn over him, striking wanton poses. Qian Shaotang, with an evil smile, whipped Su Lan, finally flipping her over and forcing her to lick his ugly penis. Su Lan grinned lewdly, shamelessly enveloping the large penis in her mouth, while her hands moved to her wet, throbbing vulva, her bright red fingernails tearing through the opening…
Ah, no, how could this be? No, I can't allow Su Lan to do this.
"Ah…!" I screamed frantically, desperately trying to banish these lewd images from my mind. My heart was breaking...
Part 4
I arrived home, battered and bruised. Seeing the lights on, my emptiness lessened slightly. After all, there was a woman here who could comfort me. Let the past be the past; as long as she's good to me, what more could I ask for? Opening the door, I passed
the kitchen and saw something simmering on the stove, its enticing aroma filling the air. But where was Ma Xiaoli? At that moment, I felt like my bones were about to fall apart. I needed to lie down, so I staggered towards my room. Opening the door, I saw Ma Xiaoli holding a phone, looking at me with panic. From the phone came that familiar voice that fueled my anger.
"Xiaoli, hey, why aren't you saying anything? About that negative..."
I stepped forward and snatched the phone from Ma Xiaoli's hand, yelling into the receiver, "Teng Wenhai, you're asking for it! You, you still dare to call?"
"Ah! Xiao Li? I'm sorry..."
I hung up before he could finish, turning back to glare fiercely at Ma Xiaoli. Knowing she was in the wrong, Ma Xiaoli looked panicked and stammered, "I, I just answered the phone, I didn't, I don't know who he is!"
"Do you think I'll believe you? Tell me, what did you say?" My anger had reached its peak; I believe even my eyes would be bloodshot. Ma Xiaoli took a step back, pitifully saying, "He, he asked me how, how could I get my hands on the negative, I..."
"And you, what did you say!" I grabbed Ma Xiaoli's arm, and Ma Xiaoli shook her head desperately. I breathed a sigh of relief and tried to calm myself down. Ma Xiaoli, like a prisoner, didn't dare to move under my indifference. Her face was pale with fright. She seemed to have dressed up deliberately today, wearing makeup, probably to please me. But I instinctively felt that a prostitute only pleases people with her appearance; it was vulgar and despicable!
My gaze swept over her. Today, I felt my hatred for Ma Xiaoli again. It turned out I still hadn't forgiven her. My heart is soft, but when my tolerance is crossed, I become even more frantic!
Ma Xiaoli secretly glanced at me and saw my disheveled state, the obvious bruises and bloodstains on my face. She knew how to please me and said cautiously, "Mingyuan, let me wash your wounds with hot water and put some medicine on them!" Seeing that
I didn't react, Ma Xiaoli quietly went out and returned a moment later with hot water. She carefully washed my wounds and then carefully applied the medicine.
I closed my eyes, trying to think of Ma Xiaoli's good points, but aside from her obedience these past few days, I really couldn't see what was so good about her. The more I thought about it, the more agitated I became. I shoved Ma Xiaoli to the ground and headed towards the bedroom!
I tossed and turned in bed, the pain from my wound making it impossible to sleep. This made me hate Qian Shaotang even more. I had to get revenge. Suddenly, a vicious idea popped into my
head. I also wanted to ruin Qian Shaotang's reputation. And then there was Su Lan. Yes, I had to have her! Once I had an idea, my mood improved considerably. I turned around and saw that Ma Xiaoli wasn't asleep either. She was staring blankly at the ceiling. I shifted my body closer to her. Ma Xiaoli turned to look at me. She thought I wanted her and leaned into my arms. This disgusted me. I said, "You've thought about it. Do you want me to sleep with you?" Ma Xiaoli was disappointed. She pulled away, sighed softly, and turned her head away.
I was now solely driven by that wicked idea. I forcefully turned her face away, and tears welled in her eyes, glistening in the darkness. I didn't soften my heart and asked, "You want me to forgive you, don't you?" Ma Xiaoli nodded. "Then promise me one thing!" Ma Xiaoli nodded again.
I told Ma Xiaoli a key part of my plan. Ma Xiaoli hesitated, looking at me pitifully, hoping I would change my mind. But I firmly said, "For you, this is nothing. As long as I allow it, what are you afraid of?" Ma Xiaoli finally nodded, and I felt even better now.
I reached out and grasped Ma Xiaoli's full breasts in my palm. Through the thin nightgown, I felt their softness. I gently peeled open her clothes, and her smooth, white body gradually came into my complete control. I leaned down and pressed her beneath me, teasing her nipples with my mouth.
Ma Xiaoli clamped her long legs around my waist, her breathing becoming rapid, but I didn't want to penetrate her. I hated her there; ever since I learned she was a prostitute, I'd felt disgusted by it. I just tried my best to tease her, biting her nipples with my teeth and pinching her buttocks with my hands. Her genitals were clearly leaking vaginal fluid, making my thighs sticky. I teased her, "Look, a slut's pussy is always so wet!"
Ma Xiaoli didn't care about the way I addressed her; instead, she became even more aroused, twisting her lower body and rubbing her hairy vulva against my hard penis. I freed one hand, reached down to her mons pubis, pinched a few pubic hairs, and tugged at them. Ma Xiaoli winced in pain, letting out a soft cry, and then actively arched her back and buttocks, allowing me to continue playing with her genitals with my fingers.
I deftly parted her labia with my fingers, and inserted my middle finger into her vagina. It was warm and slippery there, and her vaginal fluid quickly wet my palm. I withdrew my hand and held it in front of Ma Xiaoli's face. Ma Xiaoli stuck out her tongue and licked it knowingly.
Suddenly, I realized the woman beneath me was no longer Ma Xiaoli; she was gradually transforming into Su Lan. My desire overwhelmed me. I quickly pulled down my underwear, aimed my hard penis at her dripping, wet slit, and thrust it in hard. The woman beneath me groaned with pleasure, actively moving her hips. I began to thrust wildly as well. Oh, Su Lan, I love you to death! I can finally possess your body! Let you scream! Let you submit to my cock!
My frenzied movements brought immense pleasure to the woman beneath me, who cried out wantonly, "Husband, faster, husband, I love it so much..."
I, panting heavily, cursed and yelled as I fucked her, "Su Lan, I'm going to fuck you to death, make you beg for mercy! I'm fucking you. Oh, I want it..." 　　Soon
I ejaculated, intense pleasure washing over every nerve like a tidal wave. I collapsed weakly onto the woman, not wanting 　　to move. I closed my eyes, Su Lan's image still lingering in my mind—a 　　languid and beautiful body, exceptionally alluring, moistened by the rain... ********** ... I took a stack of photos out of my pocket and threw them in front of Teng Wenhai. His face turned pale. "You, you absolutely mustn't..." 　　I smiled and said, "Director Teng, I just developed these photos. They're just for you to look at, like porn. Don't be scared. If you want the negatives, I only need you to do one thing for me!" 　　"What is it? You can't get me into trouble!" 　　"I need you to find Qian Shaotang, and then, hehe, introduce Ma Xiaoli to him..." 　　"What? You want me dead? This..." Teng Wenhai was terrified at my request, almost jumping up. 　　I said with a grim face, "Director Teng, don't forget the negatives...!" Teng Wenhai immediately fell silent, looking like a defeated rooster! 　　＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊　　I smoked, staring at the monitor screen. As expected, Teng Wenhai and Qian Shaotang, both drunk, entered the frame. I patted Ma Xiaoli's cheek and said, "Wife, you have to put on a good show today. If you do well, you and I won't have to suffer anymore. Our future is in your hands!" Ma Xiaoli looked at me questioningly, and I nodded affirmatively. Ma Xiaoli finally got up and left the control room. 　　The moment Ma Xiaoli's slender figure disappeared from my sight, I clutched my head in utter disgust. I felt utterly despicable and vile, almost like a pervert born of hatred or extreme lust! 　　Teng Wenhai smoothly greeted Qian Shaotang, shoved the scantily clad Ma Xiaoli into his arms, and then pretended to leave with another woman. Now, only the lustful Qian Shaotang and the deliberately pretentious Ma Xiaoli remained in the frame. Qian Shaotang embraced the woman and slumped into the large sofa, his hands roaming over Ma Xiaoli's back, full hips, and thighs. He even kissed her face and neck, finally burying his face in her ample breasts… 　　The real show was about to begin, but I calmed down. Just then, Teng Wenhai came in and plopped down next to me, asking weakly, "Are you satisfied now? When are you going to give me the negatives?" 　　I turned to look at him, feeling a little sorry for him. I offered him a cigarette, smiling at him. Teng Wenhai took it, lit it, and looked at me expectantly, hoping… I gave him an affirmative answer, then turned to stare at the screen, saying with a self-deprecating and sarcastic tone, "Thank goodness you arranged a wife for me to be a prostitute. Otherwise, how could we be on equal footing now? You'd still be begging for my attention." 　　Teng Wenhai looked at me like I was a monster, then gave a bitter laugh and said, "Brother, please, let me off the hook!" 　　I coldly replied, "Once this show is over, you won't be able to escape responsibility either. I'll naturally give you what you want then!" Teng Wenhai was speechless. Indeed, as I said, he was my accomplice this time. Only with the magic weapon to control Qian Shaotang could he be safe. 　　At this moment, the scene on the screen became more intense. Qian Shaotang was almost completely undressed, while Ma Xiaoli remained fully clothed. This was what I had instructed her to do. I had her tell Qian Shaotang that she could provide various services, including rape and further, sadomasochistic services. I wondered which one Qian Shaotang would choose. 　　Then, Qian Shaotang pulled out his belt, ordered Ma Xiaoli to kneel on the sofa, tied her hands and feet with a towel, and began to whip the woman with what appeared to be forceful but was actually weak. Ma Xiaoli feigned pain, screaming, yelling, and rolling around, which only pleased Qian Shaotang more. After slapping her dozens of times, he began to strip Ma Xiaoli of her clothes. Of course, Ma Xiaoli pretended to resist, but Qian Shaotang soon tore her long dress open. 　　Ma Xiaoli had deliberately put on sexy black lingerie and pantyhose. Qian Shaotang, like a lion in heat, fiercely lifted Ma Xiaoli up and began to bite and gnaw at her indiscriminately, not even sparing her fingers and toes! 　　Finally, Qian Shaotang tore open Ma Xiaoli's pantyhose, buried his head between her legs, and sniffed and licked like a dog. Ma Xiaoli continued to pretend to struggle, but her feigned resistance only fueled Qian Shaotang's lust. He flipped her over so her back was up, picked up a belt, and started whipping her. This time it was real, and Ma Xiaoli immediately screamed and cried out. Qian Shaotang excitedly moaned, pulled down the woman's tight panties, and used his fingers to dig into her vagina... 　　Seeing this, I also began to feel a stirring of desire. Turning my head, I saw Teng Wenhai staring in disbelief. Perhaps he never imagined that the dignified director of the People's Congress would be such a sadistic maniac! 　　... 　　This 　　story is like that. It starts off a bit dark, but gradually becomes warm. What this story wants to express is "a prodigal son's return is more precious than gold," let this cold world wear a veil of poignant beauty! 　　The door opened, and Ma Xiaoli finally returned in the early hours of the morning. Seeing me alone in a dark corner smoking, she sat obediently beside me, saying nothing… We 　　sat there until dawn. Ma Xiaoli's eyes were red; she must have cried. I pulled Ma Xiaoli into my arms, tenderly stroking her cheek. Last night, I thought a lot. Ma Xiaoli was willing to do this for me to gain my forgiveness, which showed she still cherished me. But I was conflicted. I didn't know how I saw her: a wife? Or a tool? 　　The incriminating evidence in my pocket was obtained by this woman with her body. My heart was filled with guilt. I didn't know how deeply this would hurt Ma Xiaoli! 　　At this moment, Ma Xiaoli spoke up: "Mingyuan, I...I, can you really...can you really forgive me? I'm scared..." 　　I covered Ma Xiaoli's mouth with my hand and just nodded. I wasn't even sure if I should forgive Ma Xiaoli. I didn't want her to continue. I wanted things to stay this way between us. My past dreams of a beautiful home had long been shattered, shattered beyond repair! 　　I gave Ma Xiaoli a dry smile and said, "You rest well at home. I'm going to work. Don't think too much!" Ma Xiaoli nodded obediently and got up to walk towards the inner room. I noticed her steps were a little unsteady, and her back, exposed beneath her backless dress, was covered in bruises from whipping...

Last night, that beast Qian Shaotang tortured her terribly, using every lewd and vicious method imaginable. Even I was astonished by the end. Teng Wenhai, pale as a ghost, couldn't bear to watch any longer and left. I didn't want to watch anymore, so I quickly stuffed the recorded evidence into my pocket and left.
With this videotape, Qian Shaotang will definitely obey my every request. So, to get Su Lan… no, I won't force Su Lan. Although I've constantly distorted her personality in my mind and subconscious, and fantasized about her more than once, in reality, I can't do that…
…
I arrived at the post office early to settle yesterday's accounts, but suddenly I discovered that the cash account and remittance record for a certain transaction clearly didn't match. I immediately broke out in a cold sweat. I hurriedly and carefully recalled yesterday's transactions; there were no omissions. Could it be…?
I quickly found a clue in my panic: there was only one explanation—the bookkeeper had conspired with someone to frame me, and only Teng Wenhai would do such a thing!
The remittance amounted to a full 60,000 yuan. Teng Wenhai is indeed a cunning old fox, and I really underestimated him!
I rushed to Teng Wenhai's office. This time, Teng Wenhai didn't show the panicked expression he had last time. He pretended to be generous and led me to a seat, asking knowingly, "Xiao Li, is something wrong? About yesterday..."
I interrupted him, saying, "Director Teng, you really are cunning. Didn't I already promise to return those negatives? Why are you playing so many tricks?"
Teng Wenhai chuckled and said, "These days, you can't trust anyone. Everyone's smart enough to help themselves!"
I sneered, "Teng Wenhai, don't forget, you were my accomplice in framing Qian Shaotang. We're in the same boat; neither of us can escape!"
Teng Wenhai said with a gloomy face, "I'm hoping for Qian's downfall. Helping you is only right. As long as you return the negatives to me, I'll settle the score, and we'll be even!"
I never imagined that Teng Wenhai had already planned everything so thoroughly and had even manipulated me, making me fight for him! I was furious, but 60,000 yuan was no small sum. The evidence showed I had embezzled public funds, and this was no joke. I calmed my anger slightly; for now, I had no choice but to compromise. He wanted the negatives, right? I'd give them to him. However, I could make unlimited copies of the photos, which was also a threat to him!
I pretended to be annoyed and dejected, saying, "Fine, I'll give you the photos and negatives this afternoon, but what about the accounts?"
Teng Wenhai smiled, "As long as you give me the stuff, I'll give you the money. Take it to the accounting department and balance it!" I nodded, slammed the door, and left Teng Wenhai's office.
At noon, after work, I went home. Ma Xiaoli wasn't there. I found the negatives and some already developed photos, put them in my pocket, ate a bowl of noodles on the street, and went to the bureau. In Teng Wenhai's office, we completed the transaction. I only breathed a sigh of relief when I saw the accounts and payment settled and the money successfully transferred!
Teng Wenhai smiled and said, "Xiao Li, I'll definitely repay what I owe you. I'll arrange for you to train at a branch of the post office, how about that!"
I knew he would do that; he wouldn't keep me by his side, watching me all day, waiting for an opportunity to threaten or retaliate against him! I've been brought back to square one.
Fortunately, I became a deputy cadre at a branch in the suburbs of the county, which is just a small tactic of his combined kindness and intimidation. Sooner or later, he'll kick me out of the post office system, and I know that all too well. Now, I can only go and cause trouble for Qian Shaotang. But I still have a trick up my sleeve against Teng Wenhai; sooner or later, I'll make sure he and that Qian guy are both ruined!
That evening, Ma Xiaoli returned. She told me she went to see Su Lan!
Hearing this, I couldn't help but gasp, both puzzled by Ma Xiaoli's actions and afraid she might do something detrimental to me! I stared blankly at Ma Xiaoli.
Ma Xiaoli's face was very pale, which further convinced me that she had ruined my plans. I angrily demanded, "Where have you been?"
Facing my question, Ma Xiaoli remained unmoved, coldly glancing at me with an expression of contempt and a disheartened indifference. I was puzzled by Ma Xiaoli's behavior, wondering what had happened to her; why was her attitude so different yesterday and today?
Suddenly, Ma Xiaoli spoke: "Li Mingyuan, you're a complete bastard!"
I didn't understand why she would speak to me like that. I wouldn't tolerate her audacious insults; it was a provocation. Enraged, I raised my hand and slapped her.
The sound of the "slap" rang out. Ma Xiaoli covered her face, but glared at me with furious eyes. Tears welled in her eyes, and she trembled, saying bitterly, "Li Mingyuan, this is the last time you'll hit me. You'll regret it." With that, she turned to leave.
I thought to myself, "You think I'll let you off the hook just because you said something harsh?" "So, I grabbed the woman's arm and yanked her down onto the sofa, pinning her down. I said fiercely, 'If you dare take even half a step, I'll make you regret it!'
Ma Xiaoli looked up and saw my distorted expression, her eyes filled with fear. She didn't dare resist further, only sobbing as if she had suffered a great injustice.
I pressed her further, 'Tell me, how do you know Su Lan? What are you doing with her?'
Ma Xiaoli didn't answer. Suddenly, I swung my hand and slapped her across the face again. Ma Xiaoli cried out in pain, but she didn't answer. I was furious and said, 'Bitch, if you ruin my plans, I'll beat you to death!' I reached for my belt!
Ma Xiaoli was terrified. Seeing that I was about to repeat my old trick and use the belt on her, she immediately stopped crying and said repeatedly, 'No. No, I'll talk!'" “
Yes, it was you who called that woman’s name that night. I… I was very… very angry, so I found out who she was. I didn’t expect…” Ma Xiaoli stammered.
Hearing her words, I remembered that when I was with her that night, I mistook her for Su Lan, and I clearly remembered that I did call out Su Lan’s name. It seems this woman was actually jealous.
“Who did you ask? What did you not expect? Tell me!” I continued to ask.
“I… I asked Teng Wenhai!” Ma Xiaoli stammered, “I didn’t expect Su Lan to be Qian Shaotang’s…!”
I sneered, “What, you actually dare to hook up with Teng Wenhai? Aren’t you afraid I’ll skin you alive!”
Ma Xiaoli suddenly screamed hysterically, “I didn’t, I didn’t hook up with Teng Wenhai, it’s you, you hooked up with that Su Lan!” I
was startled by her shout, but immediately slapped her again, this time harder. Blood immediately trickled from Ma Xiaoli's mouth. She cried out in pain again, shrinking back, afraid my hand would strike again mercilessly.
I felt no pity at this moment, only worry that Ma Xiaoli would ruin my plan. Anger almost made me lose my mind. I pressed on, demanding, "Ma Xiaoli, tell me, what did you say after you found Su Lan?"
Ma Xiaoli sobbed, finally stammering, "I didn't say anything, I just knew some things about her. I didn't tell her my identity, just that I was her neighbor!"
I was a little skeptical and asked questioningly, "You dare to lie to me, don't you?"
Ma Xiaoli shook her head. I confirmed she wasn't lying and finally breathed a sigh of relief, releasing Ma Xiaoli. But I still pressed her about what she knew about Su Lan.
Ma Xiaoli told me that Su Lan rarely interacted with strangers, but upon meeting her, she was completely unguarded and told Ma Xiaoli everything about her situation: Su Lan was a university student in the provincial capital, but due to her family's dire financial straits—her father was seriously ill and bedridden, and her younger brother was also in school—she was forced into becoming Qian Shaotang's mistress, exchanging a summer vacation for 100,000 yuan to pay for her father's medical treatment and help her brother and sister complete their studies.
Hearing Su Lan's story, I was completely filled with sympathy for her. I decided in my heart to blackmail Qian Shaotang as soon as possible so that Su Lan could escape her misery. As for any inappropriate thoughts I might have about Su Lan, I didn't think that far ahead.
While I was distracted, Ma Xiaoli quietly slipped out of the house, while I was still pondering how to deal with Qian Shaotang…
The next morning, I carefully found Qian Shaotang's phone number. Around lunchtime, I slipped out of the post office and called Qian Shaotang's office from a public phone booth on the street. After a long pause, Qian Shaotang's official voice finally came through: "Hello, who is this? This is Qian Shaotang from the People's Congress!"
I coldly replied, "Director Qian Shaotang, hello. It seems you're still full of energy. Your mistress hasn't worn you out yet!"
"What? You, what did you say? I don't understand what you're saying. Who are you?" came Qian Shaotang's voice, initially surprised, then doubtful.
"Me? I'm the one who knows your weaknesses. I also know that our Director Qian has a particular fondness for sadomasochistic themes…" I further provoked Qian Shaotang.
"You bastard, who are you? What nonsense are you spouting?" Qian Shaotang was furious.
"Hehe, Director Qian, don't be angry. I have a pornographic tape starring Director Qian here, it's very exciting!" I said. "Oh, by the way, Director Qian has a bad memory, you probably still remember what you did last night, right?" I continued to provoke Qian Shaotang.
Qian Shaotang was obviously frightened when he heard my words, and his words became incoherent: "You, what do you want? I don't understand what nonsense you're talking about!"
I sneered: "You can not understand, you can not believe, just wait for your infamy to spread!" After saying that, I hung up the phone.
I knew that Qian Shaotang's face must be as ugly as if he had been stripped naked in public. I thought to myself: Qian Shaotang, who told you to bully my Su Lan? This is the retribution you deserve, you old lecher!
In the dimly lit private room, I watched with interest as Qian Shaotang, his face ashen, stared at the screen, looking at his own ugly state on the screen.
The scene showed Qian Shaotang pulling his fingers, slick with vaginal fluid, from Ma Xiaoli's vagina, greedily licking them. He then pulled down his underwear, revealing his large, dark red penis, spread Ma Xiaoli's thighs, and thrust his penis into her hairy opening…
I sneered, “This is just a small clip. If you want to see more or keep the whole tape, you can agree to a few conditions!”
“You, you're shameless!” Qian Shaotang's face twisted like a wounded beast.
“Unfortunately, it seems the most shameless one is the people's servant, the dignified representative exercising power, Director Qian!” I mocked, coldly staring at Qian Shaotang.
Finally, Qian Shaotang gave in, saying helplessly, "What do you want?"
"Do you know who that woman you saw crying and screaming after you fucked her is?" I said coldly. "She's my wife! So, how are you going to repay me?"
"You, it seems you've gone all out to scheme against me!" Qian Shaotang regained his composure. "Then, Teng Wenhai is your accomplice too. What exactly do you want?"
"Hehe, Director Qian, we don't want to do anything to you. I just want Director Qian to let Su Lan go and pay some medical expenses for the beating I received!" I deliberately dragged Teng Wenhai into the mess, so I used "we" to follow Qian Shaotang's expectations.
Hearing my request, Qian Shaotang's expression relaxed. "I see. I can agree to that, but you have to give me this!" He pointed to the screen, where the image of him shoving his penis into Ma Xiaoli's mouth and slapping her buttocks was frozen in time.
I nodded. "Director Qian, I hope our deal goes smoothly!" With that, I strode away!
When I got home, Ma Xiaoli still hadn't returned. I immediately searched for the photos of me blackmailing Teng Wenhai and the videotape of Qian Shaotang. Nothing was missing, so I felt relieved and put them in a hidden box and locked it away.
That night, I tossed and turned, too excited to sleep. Thinking about how I could save Su Lan from her predicament and even potentially win her heart, I forgot who I was. At the same time, I wondered where Ma Xiaoli was. I hoped she wouldn't ruin my plan; could she have gone to see Teng Wenhai? This thought fueled my anger again!
Six.
I arranged to meet Qian Shaotang on Sunday. When I arrived at the designated location, Qian Shaotang and Su Lan were already waiting. My appearance surprised Su Lan, and her face turned pale. I knew she was probably afraid that Qian Shaotang might do something to harm me or her. I, however, calmly walked to the opposite side of Qian Shaotang and sat down.
Qian Shaotang regained his official composure and pointed at Su Lan, saying, "The person you wanted is right here. So, did you bring your things?"
"Where's my medical bill?" I was furious that Qian Shaotang had treated Su Lan like merchandise, pushing her towards me. I also felt a deep sympathy for Su Lan's predicament, so I decided to extort more money from him.
Qian Shaotang pulled a box from under the table beside him and said, "Here's 100,000 yuan. Is that enough?" He then pulled Su Lan into his arms, brazenly grabbing her chin with his right hand and turning her face towards me, saying, "This woman is worth 100,000 yuan!"
In an instant, Qian Shaotang ignited boundless anger within me. I slammed my hand on the table and stood up, saying, "Shameless! I've changed my mind. You can wait to receive the prosecutor's indictment tomorrow!" With that, I got up and left.
But Qian Shaotang suddenly raised his voice, "If you dare, I'll make sure you can never walk again!"
Qian Shaotang's voice was like a blow to the head. I suddenly realized how utterly alone and powerless I was in this small county town. I turned around and said, "Very well, if you want to be ruined, I'm just a nobody on the street. Do you think I'm afraid of you?"
Suddenly, Qian Shaotang slipped his hand inside the neckline of Su Lan's low-cut evening gown and grabbed her breast. Su Lan looked at me with pained eyes, moaning as Qian Shaotang forcefully kneaded her breast.
I immediately felt a pang of pity. I pulled a videotape from my pocket and threw it in front of Qian Shaotang…
As I led Su Lan out of the dimly lit hotel, I let out a long breath at the night sky, then turned to Su Lan and said, "You can leave here in peace now. I… I…!"
Su Lan suddenly smiled. Under the streetlights, her smile was as beautiful as a still lotus, hazy with a hint of sadness. "Why did you do this?"
"I understand everything about you. What I did wasn't just for you, but also for…" I stammered.
"For me?"

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