Unexpected good thing

Hong Kong's political circles vigorously promote metaphysics, presenting it as a popular and accessible form of entertainment that has endured for centuries. Officials, farmers, artisans, and merchants alike find it enjoyable, providing a welcome respite from the stresses of work and strengthening their resolve. Sometimes, good fortune arrives, bringing unexpected wealth and resolving long-standing financial difficulties – a welcome bonus indeed.
Metaphysics emphasizes opening up avenues to wealth and unlocking potential. However, the full realization of human potential requires extreme suffering or resentment, like the tragic snowfall in June. Alternatively, it requires extreme joy, bringing out one's sixth sense to experience life – the so-called "extreme passion." As the saying goes, "a happy event makes one feel refreshed," a positive way to develop potential, and there's a folk saying about "bringing good luck."
Since joining 69 Paradise, I've felt this could be a viable path to developing potential. In Paradise, one can experience a feeling of ecstasy, arguably the highest level of enjoyment in life.
A few days ago, I had the privilege of personally experiencing this romantic affair, which I'd like to share with everyone.
I was worried about the debt I incurred from buying a house. That night, my wife and children were asleep. I sat alone, staring blankly at the statue, wondering if gods existed in the endless universe, and praying fervently.
Outside, the starry sky was brilliant, its light shimmering; it was a clear night. A breeze blew in intermittently from the window, a cool gust of wind; it was autumn, and a chill was in the air. The clock struck eleven; the sounds of children playing had faded, and the neighbors were all asleep. I was wide awake, still sitting there, utterly bored. The night deepened, and the wind seemed to pick up, rattling the window more. I got up to close the window, and as I looked out, I was startled. A woman's face was right in front of me, her smile radiant, like a peach blossom. I must have seen a ghost, but I wasn't afraid at all. She beckoned to me, as if she had something good to tell me. A thought flashed through my mind: this woman looked like the newlywed bride from the back alley, but then I thought it didn't seem right; no one was that pretty.
Afraid of waking the children, I had no choice but to open the door, close it behind me, and lock it. Only then could I clearly see the woman's entire body; she was wearing pajamas, her hair tied up, her figure clear and distinct, not like a ghost. She was very enthusiastic, so I followed behind her, observing her gait. She was indeed a young married woman, and she made giggling sounds, which emboldened me. She led me to a house on the back street, and I finally mustered the courage to embrace her. Feeling her heavy breathing, I followed her inside.
Now, dear readers, if we rule out the possibility that she was a ghost, then I'm suspected of adultery, and the real show is about to begin.
She seemed very understanding, saying that no one was home and she would sleep alone, allaying my concerns. My first affair was like a child setting off firecrackers—both fun and frightening. I was so excited, as if in a dream, at a loss, letting her do as she pleased. It was like being forcibly dragged into a wedding ceremony. I didn't need to struggle in vain; I cooperated fully.
That night, we didn't waste any time with pleasantries; our passion ignited, and we got straight to business. She generously invited me to the master bathroom and proactively removed my clothes, revealing my proud and erect member. She kissed it with delight, took a quick sip, and said, "Let's shower together." Without hesitation, I removed her thin, almost translucent nightgown, revealing her glistening skin, her two firm breasts, and her vulva exposed to my naked gaze. What a wanton woman, not even wearing underwear! Before her vulva, the grass was lush, the raindrops glistening, and spring was in full bloom.
After our bath, I carried her to the bed, and we made love. I licked her every inch of her body, penetrating deep into her paradise, her juices flowing freely, her moans incessant. I quickened my pace, and just as I was about to ejaculate, she suddenly stopped, placing a prepared pillow under her buttocks, saying, "It's settled, go ahead and cum." I swept through her like a tidal wave, unleashing a torrent of passion within her peach blossom cave. She pressed her tongue against my mouth, her jade-like legs tightly wrapped around my lower body, refusing to let me break free. I could only hold her close, nestled against her. She said this would increase the chances of conception; it turned out the poor girl was trying to conceive through a transplant. Suddenly realizing, a feeling of pity arose within me, and I decided to help her achieve her goal. I grabbed her legs and pulled them up, preventing any semen from leaking out. She nodded approvingly and smiled contentedly.
I dressed, found her underwear, covered her with a blanket, and stayed by her side, kissing her. She clung tightly to my neck, not letting me leave, their love intense and tender. Later, I said it was enough, I should go; delaying might lead to complications, especially since we were both married, and it wouldn't be good if our spouses found out. She said she wasn't afraid, she could simply let her husband be given to my wife as compensation. I comforted her, saying it was better to keep it a secret for now, as we didn't know if the other two would agree, and it would cause a huge uproar.
I left anyway. She closed the door and turned off the light. It was eerily quiet outside. I felt as if invisible eyes were watching me. I looked around but saw nothing, and finally walked away. After all, I owed her something; it wasn't honorable. A true man doesn't take advantage of others; debts must be repaid, and mistakes must be corrected.
After that incident, my conscience tormented me. Sometimes I asked myself, "Was this the behavior of a gentleman?" My spirit was wavering, and I seemed to be going crazy. But she wouldn't let me go, constantly harassing me. The tide of emotions was like a burst dam, overflowing and devastating. I worried daily about being exposed, and I dreamt every night. I constantly imagined being chased by her husband, living in extreme fear.
This is what I mean by the explosion of human potential. I dreamt of conversing with the divine, the conversations vivid and clear. As the saying goes, what you think about during the day, you dream about at night. During that time, I resolved my financial problem in my dreams. A good man doesn't owe debts. Debts can arise from unjust enrichment or mismanagement. We incur debts unknowingly in our daily lives—debts of money and debts of gratitude. Only by paying off our debts can we live freely, uprightly, meaningfully, and honestly. Because I owe money, I am troubled, my heart aches. Money in this world is merely circulating currency, liquid assets. Today it's in Zhang San's hands, tomorrow it's in Li Si's pocket. Unknowingly, a large sum of money came into my hands. After paying off my debts, I still had a considerable surplus, which I gave to a young woman on the backstreet, hoping to lessen my guilt. But she refused to accept it, so I transferred it to her private account, thinking I had done my job.
But the next night, I had nightmares. In my dream, my wife also appeared. First, she bit me fiercely, then the other woman's husband chased me. I ran to my wife, screaming for help, but she held me tightly, and I couldn't break free. Just as the knife was about to strike, I cried out that I was doomed. Suddenly, I realized I was lying in bed, drenched in sweat. It was all a dream.
I woke up to the realization that I still owed a debt—a debt of gratitude. Although I had helped someone achieve their desires, facilitated their union, and spread their seed, which was undoubtedly a great act of kindness, upon reflection, the other woman's husband was unaware, or perhaps even disapproved. In fact, I had taken advantage of her, incurring a debt. Moreover, I had committed adultery with another woman without my own wife's knowledge, which was not the act of a gentleman. I repented, I confessed. On a beautiful, sunny day, I took my wife out for a spring outing, enjoying ourselves immensely. That night, instead of going home, I took her to a five-star hotel. After pleasing her, I told her everything that had happened. Unexpectedly, she was remarkably calm. Finally, she cried and hugged me.
To be continued.

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