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Massage 14 

I sensed things weren't going well. Sometimes, it's just a matter of a single sentence. A well-chosen word can make everything alright, a poorly chosen word can make even the best-laid plans slip away. I quickly apologized, confessing my desire and longing for her, and explaining her recent coldness and rejection. Gradually, she calmed down and stopped trying to leave. But even though she wasn't angry anymore, we were still in an awkward atmosphere. I inserted the room key into the power outlet, turned on the lights and air conditioning, and opened the door. Her husband came in, glanced at me, and said, "So fast!" Was he marveling at my speed or my quick lovemaking? After he said that, the atmosphere became even more awkward. Her husband suddenly realized this and quickly came to her side, resorting to his old tricks, forcing a smile and pleading for her mercy. Her husband was carrying a bag with a change of clothes for her. She glanced at the clothes, then at her own sweaty state, and without a word, went into the bathroom and locked the door.
Her husband and I felt this was definitely the end for us. He packed up her massage tools, and I discreetly put my clothes on one by one. After we finished, we sat on the chaise lounge by the window. Her husband took out a cigarette and lit it, while I scrolled through WeChat Moments on my phone. We suddenly had nothing to talk about; it felt like seeing each other again would be difficult. But then, things took a turn for the better.
About ten minutes later, the bathroom door clicked a few times and opened. She came out, stunning my husband and me. He had brought her an oversized outfit: a white shirt, roughly the same size as a men's shirt, and jeans. But when she came out of the bathroom, she was only wearing the shirt, no pants. The hem of the shirt revealed the edge of her sexy underwear, which was incredibly alluring. My husband and I stared at her, still bathed. She was drying her wet hair with a hotel towel when she noticed our strange looks and said, "What are you looking at? I'm hungry. I want sushi." I quickly pulled out my phone, opened Meituan (a food delivery app), searched for nearby sushi restaurants, and selected a popular sushi dish. Just as we were about to pay, we discovered they were having a promotion on dark beer: spend over 100 yuan and get an extra 10 yuan for a six-can pack of dark beer. I asked the waiter if he wanted beer, and before he could answer, she said, "Yes!" My husband and I were both surprised; she seemed like a completely different person. I quickly placed an order for the bathroom. While waiting for the delivery, we were both at a loss for what to do. Plan B was completely disrupted. Anyway, plans are subject to change, and change is no match for my sister-in-law's advice—we'd just have to improvise.
Meituan delivery was fast, and the elevator at the Guoxin Hotel didn't require a room card, so the doorbell rang soon after. I took the sushi and beer from the delivery guy, thanked him, and he told me to remember to give him a five-star review. This time, I definitely would!
After the sushi arrived, I arranged the various kinds on the desk next to the TV. I bought a lot; I didn't know what kind of sushi she liked, so I bought a little of everything. She came to the table, complaining that I had bought so much and wasting it, while opening a bottle of dark beer and gulping it down. I felt like she drank half of it in one go. My brother and I whispered to each other, asking her how much she could drink. My brother replied that she had a very low alcohol tolerance and usually didn't drink at home. I felt like she was going to do something that would surprise her husband today.
Her husband and I couldn't just sit there, so we moved over to the desk and started eating sushi and drinking beer. When we were almost done, she touched her head, looking a little dizzy. I quickly moved a stool from the window for her to sit down; it seemed she really couldn't hold her liquor. She only drank a lot at the beginning, and barely touched the rest. By the time her husband and I finished all the other beers, she still hadn't finished her can. Her face was flushed. She put down the beer, propped her head up with her hands, her hair still damp, her left leg dangling naturally on the chair, her right leg resting on the stool. Her white shirt was very sheer; from the side, in the light, I could see a black camisole and a pink bra underneath, and large expanses of her white upper body. At that moment, she was my goddess, seemingly radiating light.
Her husband gestured for me to help her to the bed, while he remained seated on the sofa by the window. I walked up to her, supporting her from behind. She glanced back at me, her eyes filled with a drunken haze, or perhaps a self-absorbed daze. She didn't resist my struggles, but instead turned around and naturally fell into my arms, softening my heart. I held her like that, backing away little by little until we were in the middle of the bed. I pushed her to the edge, then gently pushed her upper body down onto the bed, then held her bare legs, moving her entirely to the center of the bed. She felt completely settled in bed, and pulled up a corner of the blanket. Since most of the blanket was under her, the corner couldn't cover her whole body, only her head. A woman wearing an oversized white shirt and only thin pink panties lay before me. I couldn't see her drunken state; her face was covered by the corner of the blanket she had pulled up, but I could feel her body temperature rising, and I could feel her trembling—not from the cold, but from tension and desire. My breathing became heavier. I glanced at her husband, who was sitting on the sofa by the window. He nodded, signaling me to continue with the interrupted Plan B. I took out the rose-scented essential oil I had prepared beforehand and moved closer to her.

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