【Ye Qingjia Under the Eyepatch】(Complete) Author: N Tianya

Author: n Tianya
Word Count: 7671

My wife and I had a fight. It all started the day she found those things in my notebook. Actually, I had no intention of turning
my fantasies into reality, but my wife's discovery started this process…

I love her very much, since high school, from the first day I met her. That day was the first day of high school; I had transferred from
a rural school to the best high school in the city.

I was very insecure, I'd had that since I was little. I was afraid to talk to people, afraid to interact with classmates, and even when eating, I would only eat
the food closest to me, even if it was the most unpalatable food for me—celery. However, I was a good student, at least
in the rural school. Back then, there wasn't a term for "academic superstar," so my classmates called me a bookworm. "
Bookworm" perfectly described me: fair-skinned, thin, clean, and always hiding in a corner studying. Let them
say what they want, I don't care.

Entering the city, I was afraid—afraid that passing cars would hit me, afraid that pedestrians would
look at me with disdain. However, none of my fears came true.

In Class 11 of the first year of high school, I found my name at the very bottom of the school's bulletin board. There were so many people. I was
glad I was thin, so I could squeeze past the notice board, into the teaching building, and into the classroom.

I saw her immediately because she was sitting in the first row closest to the podium—the first seat
you see when you enter. Our eyes met instantly. I only remember her giving me a warm
smile before looking away; clearly, she wasn't paying attention to me.

I lowered my head and went straight to the last seat in her row, where I sat down. Only then did I truly appreciate her
face. It was warm, with the shy blush of a young girl about to bloom. Her eyes were large, sparkling in the sunlight
, and her eyebrows were slightly upturned, carrying a hint of willfulness. Her nose wasn't high, but it was delicate—the perfect description.

Her lips weren't conventionally beautiful, but they were plump, exuding a wild and sexy charm. It was hard
to imagine that traditional elegance and modern exuberance could blend so perfectly in her. She had a great figure,
with a proud 39D bust. Her stomach was flat from regular exercise, and her figure was slender and graceful. Although her buttocks weren't large, they were
firm and round, like a taut ball.

I forgot to mention, her name was Ye Qingjia, a name from a poem by Liu Yong, "Chonghu Dieyan (Qingjia, with osmanthus blossoms in autumn and lotus flowers for miles)." She
was as radiant and intelligent as her name suggested.

It's hard to describe what love at first sight feels like, but I fell in love with her after that. Later, by chance,
I was assigned to sit behind her, beginning a very happy student life.

She was outgoing and sociable, quickly becoming the class monitor. The vice-monitor was Liu Cheng, who was always
a good . Almost every boy in the class liked her, and Liu Cheng was no exception. During high school, Liu... Cheng then
launched a relentless pursuit, showering Ye Qingjia with gifts like a flower and a love letter every day, but unfortunately, Ye Qingjia never gave her
a chance .

One morning, as usual, I arrived at the classroom half an hour early to study. Just as I entered the classroom,
I heard, "Liu Cheng, you pervert!" It was her voice. "Qingjia, what's wrong with having sex with me once?
Look how much I like you." It was Liu Cheng. A fierce fight and shouts erupted from the classroom. I peered
through the window in the door and saw that Ye Qingjia's clothes had been torn open. Liu Cheng was completely naked... Liu Cheng was pointing his penis at Ye Qingjia. I
knew it was bad; he was going to rape her. I rushed in and started fighting with him. But I was thin and weak,
no match for Liu Cheng, and I was quickly knocked to the ground. However, taking advantage of the opening, Ye Qingjia had already run away.

Soon after, Liu Cheng was expelled because of this incident. I heard he soon entered the workforce and had a child. At
that time, we hadn't even graduated high school yet.

Ye Qingjia was someone who valued intellectual connection; she loved reading poetry, especially Xi Murong's. So I
secretly bought a collection of Xi Murong's poems and started memorizing them. After that, I could recite her poems offhand, which caught Qingjia's
attention .

Her cheerfulness inspired me; she often said, "Chen Tao, you're so thin and weak, why don't you go
running with me?" Under her influence, I also developed a love for sports and gradually became more cheerful. I felt that only in this way
could I be worthy of her. I

remember when we first entered high school, she was 1.70 meters tall, and I was almost half a head shorter than her. By the time we graduated, I was
half a head taller than her. My physique had also become more robust and strong. My once pale and frail complexion had deepened, and my eyes were no longer unfocused.
She became resolute and strong.

I don't know when it started, but we got together. It was a long process. Ever since Liu Cheng's
incident, she became very sensitive, easily sensing the subtle attention from others. We went through
many ups and downs , but I was always by her side. Sometimes, late at night, she would call.
We wouldn't talk about anything else, just recite poetry together, one line at a time. Whoever forgot the next line would hang up first and then go back to studying poetry.

I remember one night, we were also reciting poetry on the other end of the phone. The night was quiet, the poem was simple, and we
spoke very softly. I've forgotten what the poem was, and I've forgotten who started it. I only remember that when it was her turn, the first line was
"I love you." When it was her turn, she suddenly fell silent, paused for a moment,
and then hanging up. We never officially declared our relationship, but we had already tacitly agreed in our hearts, even though I
hadn't even held her hand yet.

As we wished, we went to the same university and ended up in the same city. Until we got married, we were
considered a golden couple, a perfectly natural pair. There were no sweet nothings, just
silent moments of closeness. This feeling couldn't be expressed in words.

On our wedding night, she gave me her virginity. I didn't feel much lust, just a
deep connection, a true union of body and soul.

The first few years of our marriage were blissful. I started a company, and she became my assistant. Under our joint
management, the company thrived. We became wealthy and respected.

However, a deep-seated inferiority complex remained within me. Although I appeared decisive and efficient in public,
this inferiority complex was difficult to diminish with time; it remained hidden, unspoken, even
unnoticed by Qingjia.

No one at the company knew about Qingjia's relationship. We didn't want to be accused of nepotism.
Qingjia was very capable, not just a sentimental girl. She was also a respected
general manager . She was decisive and courageous, yet gentle and kind in private. The new young woman at the company…
Everyone liked to treat her like an older sister, confiding in her about things like relationships. She, in turn, loved to teach and
guide, offering life advice to naive girls. She had the air of a true leader.

Such a woman was bound to attract men, from recent graduates to
seasoned veterans, all falling at her feet. Yet, she wasn't cold and aloof. She moved
among various men, but didn't give them a chance, instead using various methods to make them realize their immaturity
and foolishness, further solidifying her image as a leader.

This demeanor gradually carried over into her daily life; her tone towards me began to command, though
I knew she didn't truly mean it. Faced with her and my own insecurity, I gradually felt a
sense of being unable to control her.

Years ago, I accidentally came across articles about wife-cheating online, and at the time, I was filled with contempt.
A perfectly good wife not cherished, yet willing to be played with by others. Even so, I couldn't help but feel a thrill.
Suddenly, I felt much clearer-headed and immediately shut down the computer to calm myself.

However, the urge lingered in my mind, deeply ingrained. I wished I could grab a kitchen
knife and plunge it into my brain to eradicate that thought! I couldn't forget the feeling described in novels
—the sensation of someone else entering and exiting one's wife's body—how sinful!

A few days later, I clicked on those articles again. I was incredibly excited and started masturbating; it was
the first time I'd ever masturbated in my life. I ejaculated, filling half the screen. Suddenly, I felt immense regret. How sinful! Fantasizing about my wife being fucked repeatedly by
someone else ! Chen Tao, are you even human?!

In a fit of rage, I slammed the computer to the ground, grabbed the kitchen knife, and hacked at the screen, smashing the shards
before throwing them all downstairs.

That evening, I made Qingjia a candlelight dinner. Her face was flushed and shy in the candlelight.
She asked me why I was suddenly being so romantic, even though we've been married for so long. I remember that day I didn't say anything,
but we kissed while drinking red wine. The wine swirld in our mouths, and by candlelight, I pushed aside the plates on the table and
we made love. As I thrust deeper, she responded with moans, long and drawn-out sounds that echoed in the room
…

We were almost thirty, and still no children. She said, "Why don't we have one?" So we
started our baby-making plan, like in the movie *Gravity*. We made thorough plans to have a
healthy outstanding baby. I felt that if the baby was born, all my sinful thoughts would vanish
. My idea was beautiful, but reality was cruel.

The test results came back: I was infertile, and it was incurable. I was going crazy. At home,
I held her and cried, burying my head in her arms like a child seeking its mother's embrace. She stroked my
hair , simply saying, "Sweetie, let's not have children, let's not have children, sweetie, let's not have children." But
I could see that she was also vulnerable.

During that time, she was the only one holding the company together. I spent my days drinking at home, barely
speaking . Then I started engaging in cuckolding again. Years of pent-up inferiority suddenly erupted at this point, and I was surprised by
my own transformation. I not only devoured cuckolding stories online, but even fantasized about my wife being fucked by thousands of men,
even impregnating her…

I became addicted to these fantasies, masturbating and drinking heavily every day, gradually becoming depressed. She was angry at my lack of self-control and scolded me many times. I
just drank alone, glancing up at her when she called me, then looking down again. She snatched my beer, splashed it
on my face, and slammed the door behind me.

I smiled, knelt on the floor, and licked the spilled beer. The beer was golden, like urine, and I imagined
it was urine from a penis that had just finished fucking my wife, urinating on my face. How pleasurable!

She found out eventually, something I had thought was just wishful thinking. She had a huge fight with me, calling
me a "pervert" and such, something I was used to.

"Chen Tao! Are you sick?!"

"No, it's just a hobby. Let me explain."

"How could you do this? You're a pervert! A complete pervert! How could I have married you?!"

"How was I supposed to know I'd do this? How could I have imagined I'd do this?!"

"Waaaaah..."

"I didn't want this either! Really! Really!"

"I only thought you were an idealist! I really misjudged you, Chen Tao! Ahhhhh, waaaaah..."
...

All night long, her cries were heart-wrenching. The next day, her eyes were red and swollen. Looking at her, I said,
"Let's get a divorce. You have many suitors."

Her expression suddenly turned frightened. She never expected me to bring up divorce. Her eyes widened,
she shook her head , staring at me. "No...no..."

"My thoughts are harmful to both of us. Let's get a divorce. I'm serious."

"No...no..." Her gaze was vacant.

"Many men are pursuing you. You can choose someone better."

"No...no..." She lowered her head.

"There will be someone who loves you more than me, and that way, you can have a child."

"No...no..." She collapsed to the ground.

"I'm a pervert, I'll hurt you.

" "No...no..." She clung to my legs.

"Let's get a divorce."

"No...no..." She cried like a child.

Her childlike cries were irresistible. I knelt down, hugged her tightly, and gently stroked her
back.

Suddenly, her eyes lit up. "I'll let someone else have sex with me, can we not get a divorce!"

I looked at her in shock.

"I'll let someone else have sex with me, then get pregnant, have a child, and then we won't have to get a divorce, husband." This time,
I was speechless. That very day, she lay in my arms, disheveled, expressing her
desire to be fucked by someone else, begging me not to divorce her. I remember that night, we were both drunk. I masturbated, she masturbated,
as if I were watching her being fucked. She kept yelling, "Come fuck me! Come fuck me! My husband is watching us
fuck!" It's hard to imagine her saying such lewd things; what an absurd night.

Soon after, we finalized our conception plan, but I insisted on choosing someone I knew well, as that's more
reliable, and the best candidate was her ex-boyfriend, Liu Cheng. She firmly disagreed, her reasoning being: since...
"I'm in charge of letting others have sex with me, but who gets to have sex with me is up to her." She was nervous about having acquaintances, and it would
ruin her usual big sister image. Since she insisted, I had no choice but to compromise. However, I said that since it was a stranger
, the actions should be up to me.

I drove all over the city, scouting locations, and finally, I found a perfect spot, and it was quite exciting.
It was on the other side of the city, at a high school. The high school wasn't very good; it was mostly attended by students with poor grades.
There was a bus stop near that high school, and the bus route was always very crowded after school. The road conditions were also bad, and
traffic jams lasted a long time. I personally experienced it, calculated the time, drafted a plan, and prepared to carry it out.

I didn't tell her my idea, and she shyly agreed, but then immediately reverted to her queenly tone,
pinched my waist, and said, "Pervert."

On Friday afternoon, we timed it perfectly and boarded the bus at the starting station. I deliberately dressed her in a very revealing
outfit : a black, cropped bodysuit that barely covered her breasts and buttocks;
she would almost be completely naked with the slightest movement. To avoid embarrassment, I made her wear sunglasses, and for added excitement, I
made her wear an eye mask inside the sunglasses so she couldn't see who was fucking her. I sat at the back, and she held onto
the seats in front of and behind me, surrounding me.

Soon, we were almost at the high school; the bus wasn't crowded yet, but it
would full of students.

Suddenly, I saw a familiar figure. I rubbed my eyes to make sure I wasn't mistaken. I think you
've already guessed—it was Liu Cheng. He was wearing construction work clothes, looking every bit the migrant worker; he seemed to be picking up
his child. I hadn't seen him for over ten years, and I almost didn't recognize him. He looked much older than his age, probably around thirty.

Next to him stood a thin, sallow-faced student, his school uniform hanging loosely on his body. They were waiting at
the station, chatting idly; they were clearly father and son. Liu Cheng looked to be in his forties, much like
the father of a high school student.

The bus arrived at the station, and I felt a pang of anxiety. As I had hoped, they were squeezed to the very back, flanking
my wife on either side. Sensing the people beside her, she became agitated, fidgeting nervously, her eyes, behind her sunglasses
, gazing out the window, though she couldn't see the scenery. Given the changes over the years, I wasn't worried Liu Cheng
would recognize me.

My wife's fidgeting attracted Liu Cheng and his son, who approached with ill intent. They exchanged a glance and
smiled . Liu Cheng pretended to look out the window and squeezed closer to my wife. With students boarding, the bus became
even more crowded, and under the combined effect, Liu Cheng was pressed tightly against my wife.

Her face instantly flushed red as she leaned towards Liu Cheng. I imagine, behind her sunglasses, she was still fantasizing that the person behind her was a tall,
strong, virgin high school boy. The bus hadn't gone far when it reached an intersection where
traffic —there were significantly more cars today.

Liu Cheng was overjoyed, thinking he could have intimate contact with the beautiful married woman while stuck in traffic. In fact, many of the cars
were borrowed at his own expense; he deliberately told them to be stuck here. He told each driver of a hundred cars that he'd pay
ten yuan per minute for the traffic jam, meaning he'd spent a thousand yuan per minute to give Liu Cheng time to fuck his wife—a great deal!

Liu Cheng was secretly delighted; this traffic jam was a godsend! He grinned lewdly, his desire simmering. His wife twisted
her body , causing Liu Cheng's penis to throb. I leaned back in my chair, just in time to see their
groin touching.

Liu Cheng's actions grew bolder. He outwardly gazed at the scenery, but his hands were already on
his wife's waist. She didn't resist, but out of shame, she didn't actively reciprocate.

Seeing that his wife didn't resist, Liu Cheng became even bolder, touching her breasts. Liu Cheng's son, looking
nonchalant , carried a lightly packed backpack. He was quite tall, about the same height as Liu Cheng, and the two of them surrounded
her, completely invisible from behind.

He became bolder, touching his wife's genitals without any attempt to hide it from me, as if I didn't
exist , or as if they were putting on a show for me.

Soon, my wife was aroused, shy and alluring, forgetting all shame, responding to their hands with
moans. Seeing this, Liu Cheng completely let loose, rubbing her even more vigorously.

"Mmm, ahh, so good, so good, keep rubbing, it feels so good..." my wife moaned softly.
What a slut, Liu Cheng thought to himself.

Liu Cheng's son couldn't resist any longer, directly inserting his hand into Qingjia's vagina, instantly feeling
enveloped . While probing, he pulled off his wife's clothes. With his probing, his wife gradually lost her balance,
falling directly into Liu Cheng's arms, her buttocks swaying rhythmically with his fingers.

His wife's thin clothes were now removed, revealing her perfect figure. Liu Cheng's son, looking at her white
breasts , having never touched a woman before, vigorously rubbed them with one hand, like he was playing mahjong.

Just as Liu Cheng was about to pull his penis out, he saw his son beside him looking impatient and slyly said with a smile, "Hehe, I forgot
you're still a virgin. Come on, let her deflower you first." His son happily took my
wife . He couldn't wait to insert his thirsty penis. His penis was rather thin, but very long,
nearly twenty centimeters. How could my wife's vagina, which was supposed to be accustomed to my thirteen-centimeter penis, bear such a long penis?

With a "plop," he inserted it! He inserted it! He inserted it! He finally inserted it! With
a groan, my wife was finally penetrated by someone else. My dream had been realized. I breathed a sigh of relief and
watched my wife having sex with a high school student.

Only then did I take a closer look at Liu Cheng's son. He was very ugly, with buck teeth and a face full of acne. His hair was cut very short,
almost none.

My wife, under the blindfold, was fantasizing about being fucked by a tall, handsome, muscular high school basketball captain and a
gentle, refined academic genius! Who would have thought it was a migrant worker and a delinquent student!

Her former public dignity was shattered, leaving only the weakness of a bitch. In Liu Cheng's son's arms,
his wife willingly reciprocated his advances from behind. Liu Cheng's son had never imagined a woman's body could be so soft, like jelly.
Soon, he ejaculated his long-preserved virginity into his wife's tender womb. Meanwhile, his wife, blindfolded, was still
fantasizing about being penetrated by a "genius boy."

After Liu Cheng's son finished, Liu Cheng took over, embracing his wife and kissing her. The sunglasses were a bit of
a nuisance, so he quickly removed them, only to discover his wife was wearing a blindfold. Liu Cheng almost laughed; what had she done all these years?
I've never fucked such a beautiful woman before. Look at that little mouth, so plump, I really want to devour her completely.

"Oh ho, you even brought a blindfold, are you here to seduce me on purpose?" Liu Cheng whispered in his wife's ear
. His wife was already shy and unable to contain herself, and this made her even more delicate and weak, nestled in Liu Cheng's arms and nodding.
Liu Cheng knew perfectly well that if he didn't take off the blindfold, there would be more to play with. So he pulled out his penis.

Liu Cheng's penis was different from his son's. His son's penis was not only long and thin but also fair and tender, while Liu Cheng's
was very thick, not as long, but still fifteen centimeters. It was not only thick but also rough and dark, forming a
stark .

My head was right at their buttocks, and I could see
clearly . Involuntarily, I licked their genitals. Liu Cheng felt it and realized there was someone else in front of him. He said
, "Haha, little brother, you want to play too? This is a top-quality prostitute I hired for
five three thousand
, it's a bargain." Damn, I've already spent more than three thousand creating time for you guys to fuck, and now I'm worried about this little bit of money? I took out my wallet, glanced at it, and saw it was more than three thousand. Too lazy to count, I just threw it all at them.

Liu Cheng was excited to see the money, stuffing it into his pocket, thinking, "Fucking others and getting paid back, what a
bargain !

Where else can you find such a good deal?" Then he said, "How about this, little brother, you wait a bit, and then I'll play with you after I'm done? Or
you can lick us like you did before, we'll give it to you when we're done." Without saying a word, I continued licking
them . They were fucking so hard their juices were flying, and I was licking with great pleasure! Spending three thousand to
serve a lover and his wife, it's worth it!

At this point, my wife became even more excited, realizing I was licking her below, and involuntarily moaned, "Oh~ yeah~ ah~
ah ah ah ah, oh oh ah ah~ husband, ah so good, ah~ oh, husband ah."

Liu Cheng patted my wife's round little buttocks and said, "Who's your husband? I'm your lover." *Slap slap*,
with Liu Cheng's slapping, my wife blushed repeatedly. Due to the overly stimulating environment, Liu Cheng soon ejaculated as well,
pressing his penis firmly against my wife's buttocks, pouring his cloudy yellow semen into her uterus.

Then it was his son's turn...

until the traffic jam ended, two hours later, after spending 120,000 yuan to buy
four loads of semen from Liu Cheng and his son, they finally left. Before leaving, they also took my wife's wallet and all her jewelry, as well as
my and my wife's wedding rings, probably another 100,000 yuan. Before leaving, he said, "Young man, you served me
well . This girl is yours tonight. I guess she's a decent woman. I don't care how you play with her. Goodbye."

They left carefree, even taking my wife's clothes, leaving her naked in the car. I took off my
coat and put it on her.

Watching the semen gushing from my wife's vagina, I pulled out my penis and plugged it up. This was something I bought with money;
I couldn't let it go to waste, let it go to waste…

The baby is almost a month old, very fair and beautiful, it doesn't look like their child at all. Later, after another checkup, I
found out I could actually have children… The hospital's checkup was wrong, the child is mine. I didn't tell Qingjia.

————————————————————

Finally finished typing this article. This afternoon, I found myself filled with feelings for Ye Qingjia. Poor woman,
an idealist who buried her ideals with her body in exchange for the semen of a "stranger." Suddenly I want to write an extra chapter.

————————————————————

Extra Chapter: At the baby's one-month celebration, I unexpectedly saw Liu Cheng and his son. I hadn't invited them.
How stupid of me! I forgot our names on our wedding rings. He's not stupid; how could he not recognize us?

The clueless Qingjia, however, was oblivious, thinking they were old classmates, and even blamed me for not inviting them. She
said the unhappiness of our student days was in the past, we were all adults now, and after all, Liu Cheng hadn't really done
anything to her, had he? How stupid! He'd already slept with you on the bus countless times.

I stood there, blushing and at a loss, while Liu Cheng chatted casually with Qingjia, his son
looking at me with disdain and a smirk. I dealt with them in a daze, my mind a complete blank.

At the one-month celebration, I went through all sorts of social interactions. My wife, using the excuse of not being able to drink, sat to the side. After the celebration
, Qingjia disappeared. I searched the entire hotel and finally found them in a toilet.

Qingjia was kneeling with her head buried in the golden toilet bowl, being fucked by Liu Cheng from behind. Liu Cheng's son
was urinating into Qingjia's head in the toilet beside her. Qingjia was wearing the black clothes she had worn that day, but they had been pushed up to
her chest, revealing her snow-white buttocks. I could clearly see Liu Cheng wearing our wedding ring, his hands gripping Qingjia
's buttocks, thrusting in and out of my wife's body. He looked at me as I entered. He turned and smiled, saying, "Little brother,
come on, want to play for three thousand yuan?"...

Later, Liu Cheng and his son found better jobs. For this, one of them quit his job as a migrant worker, and the other dropped out of
school. According to them, it was a "huge sacrifice." So they increased the pay from fifty yuan to one hundred yuan per minute.
Their job was to fuck my wife, one hundred yuan per minute, with a three thousand yuan "nutrition fee" for each ejaculation...

They recently bought a house in the city, more luxurious than mine. They often drive their Cadillac to
work, taking it extremely seriously.

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