（１）
My acquaintance with Sook-jung began with my motorcycle. It happened by chance, and it’s a bit unbelievable even to myself looking back on it.
After his discharge from the army, he and his fiancée moved to a newly built elevator building on the outskirts of Taipei. Since he and his fiancée were already engaged, both parents were not too opposed to our living together first.
When we arrived at our new home, my wife and I followed the example of our elders and first chatted with the neighbors who had already moved in, and my fiancée’s social skills were quite good, and within a few days, she knew a lot of things about the neighborhood’s three aunts and six grandmothers, which she knew like the back of her hand. In addition, she herself worked in a clothing designer’s company to make clothes, and so some of the neighbors at home would always bring their clothes over to be altered or tailor-made.
Since the new building had just been handed over, the security guards in the neighborhood were not very strict, and there were often rumors of burglaries in the neighborhood or of women being molested when they came home late. Although my fiancée often reminded me to keep an eye on my lovely 50, I always thought that the thieves probably didn’t care about my broken-down car and never gave it a second thought.
That night, as usual, I finished surfing the net, my stomach is feeling hungry, so I was ready to hang around the neighborhood, trying to find some snacks or something to wrap the belly. Picked up the car keys, shorts are not lazy to change, took a T-shirt over the body of the original bare shoulders, and went out.
As soon as I stepped out of the elevator, I saw a man with a helmet, starting up my little 50, backing it up with both feet, and pushing the gas pedal to get ready to leave. I was first flabbergasted, in my heart I was still wondering whether it was my car or not, but when I saw that the other party was going to ride the car away in front of me, I didn’t have time to think about it, I rushed forward with an arrow step, and with one hand, I grabbed the lever on the back seat of the motorcycle. The biker looked back at me as the motorcycle stopped with instant resistance. I don’t know whether it was because I was trying to stop the motorcycle from moving forward, but the other person froze for a moment, but then he revealed a look of fear and accelerated the gas pedal to try to move forward to break away from me.
I was slightly angry in my mind.
（Shit! This guy is really stealing. Count yourself unlucky that I caught you!) I thought to myself.
Seeing that the other party was accelerating hard, and the rear wheel of the car skidded to the left, I took three steps and pushed the car and the person with the car to the ground. I also lost my center of gravity and tripped over the motorcycle. At this time, the car thief woefully climbed up, to the elevator side of the safety ladder to run, although I tripped a little starry-eyed, but that willing to let go of the car thief. Not caring about the condition of the car, rushed over, violently from behind to hold him, pressed to the wall.
It was at this point that I got a slightly better look at the car thief with the full-coverage helmet who turned out to be a woman.
I froze, a little surprised, not only by the bloodless face behind the helmet from fear, but also by the fact that she didn’t seem to look too much like one of those delinquent girls or something.
(Whatever! I caught it red-handed anyway.)
Settling down, I violently ripped her helmet off.
‘Don’t… I beg you… don’t…’ The girl bent over and fought to break away from my grip.
”Don’t what?!!!” I kind of used to yell while dragging the girl, who was already on the verge of crouching down, up hard.
To be honest, the slight fear that I had earlier worried about the car thief’s ‘martial arts skills’ had been removed by 90.
‘I… I have some money here, just take it, please let me go.’ The girl said in a slightly choked voice.
(Heh heh heh! I want to solve it in private.) I looked at the female thief, long is middle to upper posture, height about 160 centimeters above and below, but the face of fear, but really let a person have a share of want to abuse the impulse. Although a little want to make bad, but I do not dare to be too adventurous, especially in the vicinity of the house, a bad, this is not a joke.
‘No way!’ I looked at the motorcycle sliding to the ground, spilling oil on the ground because of dumping, and my anger flared up again: ‘You made my bike like this, I don’t know if I can still ride it!
‘Your car…?’ The girl looked at me with her eyes wide open, a mist hanging over her eyes.
‘Of course it’s my car, otherwise it’s still your car…?’ The more I said, the less confident I felt. I wanted to let go of her hand, but fearing that she was just making a false move, I took her hand and walked towards the car instead.
(Whoa! It’s so fine.) Her small, slightly sweaty hands were so fine that I was a bit surprised. After all, this shouldn’t be… I picked up the car and looked sideways at the license plate (haha.) Yes, it’s my car). I don’t know why I was so happy, but I guess it was because she was really quite pretty!
The girl stood there dumbfounded and said, ‘I… I thought it was my friend’s…’
‘You think!’
Although the car because of sliding down the side of the plastic cover scraped off a piece of baking paint, but because I did not make a mistake and cooled down a lot, in charge of the reason on my side, I’m not afraid of it!
I braced myself and knelt down to examine the scratched part of the bike. But in my head, I was thinking about how to deal with the next scene. Of course, the point is… heh heh heh!
When the girl saw me squatting down to look at the car, she probably realized that she was in the wrong, so she squatted down next to me, ‘I’m sorry! I’m really not… MM… I…’ She looked at me at a loss for words.
I continued to touch the scratched part of the car, and the gush of her body odor made myself glance at her out of the corner of my eye.
(Yeah! Tits aren’t small either!) Dressed in a casual shirt, the upper half of her body was a bit oppressed by her high breasts, and even though she was only squatting side by side, I was able to admire her deep cleavage from a high angle.
(What to do? Should I let her go?) In my mind, I thought, “Letting her go… it’s really a pity. But… (2)
‘boom… boom…’
The elevator two buildings away shook the empty parking lot and interrupted his own unsuspecting thoughts at the same time.
The sound of the building superintendent shuffling his feet was a little bit disconcerting, as was the flickering flashlight light that shifted with his walk.
(Presumably the parking lot monitors drew him here!) I guessed.
The girl next to me stood up a little sharply when she saw the superintendent coming, while I cruised my locomotive just the same.
‘What miyochi?’ The administrator asked, stopping when he came halfway to our distance.
‘No! This girl wants to…’
I was about to explain to the administrator what had just happened, when the girl next to me touched me lightly with her bare foot, looked at me with pleading eyes, and her lips trembled slightly, as if asking me not to say anything.
I stood up with one hand on the ground and looked over at her.
（I’m not going to settle this with you yet.)
‘I wanted to go out, but I almost ran into her, and she fell down.’ (Translation: she tried to go out, but almost hit me and fell down.) I looked at the janitor and smiled while thinking that I hadn’t spun too hard.
The janitor shone a flashlight at the car and the ground, and it looked like he probably didn’t have much inclination to come over, probably because he saw that the girl was neatly dressed and didn’t yell for help or anything like that, and turned his head around and threw down a message telling us to keep our voices down before ‘snapping’ and slowly making his way back again.
I apologized to the janitor as I tried to start the car, of course slightly upset in my mind.
(Grandma, this bitch. I’m apologizing to someone, and she’s just standing there like a log.) He muttered in his heart.
Looking at the key that was stuck in the car, I curiously switched the switch a couple times and it did turn.
In his heart, although some understand that this is a misunderstanding, after all, he also had a similar situation. But it was the kind of opportunity that probably no one would miss! Even if they didn’t manage to do anything to the girl, they had to at least make her pay for it!
The SERU (starter) was pressed several times, and I pressed my foot on the starter, but it never got the car started, so I had to crouch down to see if it was broken on that side. The girl stood uneasily next to me looking at me ‘fixing the car’.
I raised my head to look at her, and she seemed a little confused by my look, just looking back and forth at me and reviewing herself.
‘Hey! How am I supposed to fix the car with you in the way?!”
The girl hurriedly crouched down.
‘Just now… really thank you!’ The girl said a little uneasily.
I didn’t answer her.
‘I really don’t know… I rode the wrong car. My friend said her car was on the right hand side of the parking lot, a little red Fifty with a Hello Kitty sticker on the gas cap in the back seat…”
(Woah… That sticker was put on by my precious fiancée, which made me afraid to face the gas attendant every time I pumped gas.)
‘How do I know if it’s true? Every thief has a story!’ I was still reluctant to let go. If I let go at a time like this, I’ll lose everything!
As my mind was spinning on what to do, a pungent tingle came from the inner side of my left thigh. I turned my thigh sideways toward the light, only to see that the surface of the skin had already blushed a light red. It turned out that when I fell down just now, my left thigh was scratched by some part of the motorcycle, and the whole skin had already peeled off and seeped out a small droplet with blood.
‘What…?’
The girl looked towards my thighs as I moved, perhaps because the light was not too bright, she actually pushed my left knee with one hand, and lowered her whole head down close to my wound area to observe.
I felt a slight flutter in my heart. The sensation of a young girl’s breath on my thighs at close range was like the foreplay of sex with my fiancée; and the nervousness and excitement of being exposed in an open space accelerated my own involuntary and strange sexual desire…
The growing erection made me feel uneasy about leaving the place, although the brief moment of contact was a bit disconcerting. I still can’t take the rotating monitor hanging on the wall lightly.
I gently drew my legs away and stood, heading for the stairwell.
The tingling in my thighs didn’t affect my mobility, but I bitchily pretended it was serious and limped along.
The girl was busy following and coming up to help me.
‘Go away! No need for your fake kindness.’ I elbowed back and shook her water away.
‘What… what do you want?’ The girl was a bit anxious.
Ignoring her, I walked to a stop between the horizontal platforms between the basement and the first floor, crossed my left leg two steps upward, and bent over sideways, looking at the wound by the light coming from the first floor.
‘I was thinking…’ I paused for a moment, and waited for the girl to follow me: ‘There should be a videotape in the janitor’s office that can be transferred out!
Looking at the girl’s pale face once again, I was so happy. It felt like the feeling of a mouse being caught by a cat.
‘Don’t be like this… I… will… compensate you, okay?’ The girl was once again anxious.
”Of course you have to pay for it! The car broke down and I don’t know how I’m going to get to work tomorrow. Plus my leg really hurts!” I looked at her while pretending to knit my eyebrows together due to the pain in my thighs.
The girl went and sat down on the stairs next to me while looking at the wound and said to me: ‘Does it hurt a lot?’
The sound of that gentle voice really made me want to forget about it, so I gritted my teeth: ‘Lick it clean!
She and I were both flabbergasted, and at the time I really didn’t think I’d say it.
She looked at me for a while.
‘Look at what! I didn’t bring my handkerchief, what if I get an infection later?’ I was vainly trying to find an excuse for myself: ‘Otherwise, let’s go to the security room and take out the videotape, and go to the police station to talk about it together.’ I saw that she was still hesitating, and increased my tone. At the same time, I pressed the back of her head and sent it towards my thighs.
The girl seemed to soften, and then seemed genuinely vain for being justified, sticking her tongue out somewhat tentatively to flick at the wound, but then tilting her head back with a somewhat gagging expression.
‘Come on!’ I urged.
With her eyes closed, the girl aimed her tongue at the wound site and stuck it out again, licking up and down.
He was raping her at a high angle with that slightly pathetic look, accompanied by the itchy feeling coming from her thighs. Her rather proud cleavage, even more so that he would like to stick his penis in the center to have a ‘tit-fucking’.
The peculiar scent from her dick’s restless upward leap brushed her slightly closed eyes open. Startled to realize that my more aggressive fighting weapon was trying its best to break through the ‘cloth’ curtain, she shyly turned her head to the side.
‘Hey! There’s still yay!’ I pulled my shorts up along with my bottoms, adjusting my cock, which was a bit sore from being blocked by my underwear, in the process, while signaling her with my head to lick towards my root.
The corner of the eye of the girl’s sideways head caught my movement, deepening her hesitation.
Annoyed, and unable to control my aroused lust, I smoothly pulled down my shorts and panties to my thighs, grabbed her head and pressed her hard against my erect penis.
‘Hurry up!’ There was a hint of intimidation in his own impatience, and not caring about the teardrops dripping from the corner of the girl’s eyes, he pushed his lower part up into the girl’s mouth.
As if penetrating the virgin to break through her mouth defense, really made himself a lot of effort, and in the hard push, also disintegrated her heart defense. All the process is not smooth and pleasant, but along with the smoothness of the oral fluid in and out of the glans and from time to time from the tip of the tongue against the prongs of the glans of the pleasure, so that I do not care about the ethical rights and wrongs.
Gradually the girl grasped the underside of my penis in her hand and moved it in time with the bobbing of the head, while her other hand stroked my scrotum and gently turned my balls like an old man playing with an iron gall. At the same time, she increased and decreased the muscles between her cheeks, creating the vaginal contractions of a woman’s orgasm.
I was beginning to be surprised, but I didn’t have time to think about it, her big tits were my center of attention. Bending down a little, I pushed my hand down through the center buttoned seam of her casual shirt and squeezed her tits, while stretching my thumb and middle finger up the prongs of her tits, turning her slightly curved nipples with a little bit of effort.
The girl turned, showing a slight expression of what looked like pain and pleasure, and her mouth and hand movements accelerated even more.
The sudden increase in cock friction and the feeling that he would be discovered at any moment blew the prelude to his own ejaculation. Unable to stack himself for more pleasure, he held her head and accelerated the pistoning motion of his cock in her mouth.
The instantaneous spinal transmission of pleasure to her brain caused herself to fight to push her cock deeper into her mouth, shooting out tuft after tuft of thick sperm in the deepest part.
She and I were both still for a moment before she jerked up and held onto the railing of the stairs to spit down the white liquid I had just ejaculated into her.
I looked at her and came back to my senses slightly. I quickly pulled up my pants, threw down the words ‘forget it this time’, and hurriedly climbed up to the first floor and ran out. When I met Sook-jung again afterward, she was really upset about it, but at that moment, all I had in my mind was fear after the excitement…
（３）
In those weeks after it happened, I was never relaxed.
Every time I go out or go home, every time I pass by the parking lot, I always feel uneasy in my mind, fearing that I might accidentally bump into the girl I abused again. And paradoxically, every time I got on the elevator or even entered my home, I was a little disappointed.
With a slightly melancholic and pretty face, the scene of my cock being gulped with a lightly creased brow; the sensation of my cock rubbing against the inner walls of a woman’s vagina shaped by the sudden tightening and loosening of my mouth, I couldn’t bring myself to rush to my fiancée’s work room, violently stripping off her underpants, and fucking her from the back to the front of her flatbed car.
I spanked my wife’s white ass as I fucked, the ‘bitch’ echoing in my mind, leaving fingerprint after fingerprint on that creamy ass. My fiancée, whose body was trembling uncontrollably from the impact, was only able to resist my lower part’s massive thrusts by holding onto the wooden edge of the flatbed table.
I know that the shadow in my mind, long ago is not due to the orgasm after the whole person lying on the table gasping and moaning fiancée. I just fought the glans to the tender flesh of the cervix wall, continuous impact, in order to make myself earlier disillusioned that should not belong to the shadow of my sky.
Perhaps it was the constant stimulation and swelling that made the originally smooth and moist vagina of his fiancee gradually become a bit dry. And the relative friction force increases, also let the horse’s eye at the pearl numb feeling from the root of the thighs upward transmission. I pulled out my dark and swollen cock, rolled over my fiancée’s body, thrust my dick into her mouth, and with a slight shaking of my body, I shot out a moment of phantom desire.
When I was done, I landed on my ass on the floor and looked down at my fiancée’s pussy, which had long since been slightly reddened by my fucking, as I also sat down with her.
I stroked my hand back and forth over the opening, my middle finger lightly touching the slit between the two labia, but in my mind I was thinking, ‘I wonder what hers looks like’… Ugh! That’s a bit of a bummer.
The unsuspecting fiancée fell back against me with her whole body, one hand running through the gap in my shirt buttons and caressing my chest.
‘Jun, have you taken an aphrodisiac? Or… do you miss my “little sister” that much? The fiancée asked with a lustful smile.
I didn’t know what to say back to her, and the apology in my heart deepened even more. I embraced her in my arms and kissed her again and again. I wished that night was just a color in my life…
（４）
Perhaps the best testament to what happened next is that good fortune and bad fortune come hand in hand. I didn’t expect to meet up with Sook-jung again so coincidentally…
About two or three months after the incident, I never touched her on the road, and gradually began to fade the impact of that night in my own mind, and engaged in a regular life as usual.
It was Saturday afternoon, after the business meeting in the company, dragged the tired body back home, a little rest ready to go with his fiancée to Tianmu eat “Mongolian barbecue”.
‘Jun, can I trouble you for a moment…’ My fiancée looked at me, who was lying on the sofa watching TV.
‘What for?’ I continued to watch the TV and returned without a smile. After a busy week coupled with annoying business meetings, one really wanted to take a break.
‘… Help me deliver a dress to my neighbor… My neighbor, Ms. Wong, called to say that she’s in a hurry to wear it for her wedding reception today…’ My fiancée held up a khaki-colored hand-held paper bag and raised it, revealing her smile that fascinated me the most.
No way! Sort of afraid of her ‘Brotherwood’ skills.
I took the paper bag in her hand, asked how to get there, and reluctantly walked out. It’s not too far, just take the elevator to the parking lot and go up the two stairways to the building.
When I got into the elevator and pressed B1, I thought about pressing the 1st floor instead, and my mood was suddenly a little inexplicably tense, and I felt a little funny about my actions.
(What a contradictory animal!) I thought as I walked through the atrium within the community, idly looking at the new neighbors that were gradually moving in.
(This entire neighborhood is full of residents, at least two to three thousand households!) I found the place that my fiancée said, walked in, saw that the bulletin board already had some advertisement leaflets and announcements from the management committee, and thought casually in my mind.
“Ding-dong! Dingdong!”
‘Who?’
”Ms. Huang, the clothes delivery!”
‘Whoops! The door is open. Come in yourself.’
A woman’s voice from the depths of the house seemed somewhat familiar, and I took off my shoes and pushed open the door and walked in, surveying the living room’s furnishings.
‘Just a moment… how much?’ The voice came from the back balcony.
”Three hundred and fifty.” I looked at the price on top of the paper bag and answered, in my heart I really felt meager for my fiancée’s salary, my fiancée always said that the market for modifying clothes was probably like this, and that I didn’t really care too much about it if I managed to make her happy.
A footstep came from the kitchen, and I turned to look toward the sound as a girl, clutching her arms full of sun-dried clothes, came out of the somewhat dimly lit kitchen.
”I’m sorry… for making you wait…”
She and I were both flabbergasted when I finished speaking. It was as if time had been suspended, and I was scared and embarrassed to see the girl I wanted to see and feared to see.
‘Are you… well?’ Half a moment later, he himself managed to squeeze out some smile with extreme reluctance, and asked a little dryly.
The girl continued to look at me without saying a word, and the next thing I knew, a piece of clothing was flying in my face, and I couldn’t tell if it was red or white or not, and it was all over the air between me and her…
‘Get out… you get out… pervert…’ the girl suddenly yelled a little hysterically.
I panicked! Hesitantly wondering if I should listen to her and hurry up and run away, or should I explain something to her?
The open door should have carried her voice out, and to make matters worse, she was a customer of her fiancée’s… As the girl hesitantly fled that way, I didn’t think twice about it. I threw away the paper bag in my hand and rushed up to her, hugging her tightly and holding her mouth with my hand.
‘Listen to me…’
The mind quickly scurried on how to find a reason to convince her. Instead, she squirmed desperately, shaking her head and slapping my back with her tiny hands in a desperate attempt to break away.
(Shit!) The heart was a little light and the desire to conquer seemed to be flaring up again.
I lowered my head and covered her thin lips hard, laboriously opening her clenched teeth with my tongue and stirring it in the girl’s mouth. One hand began to bring the entire garment up from the lower edge of her blouse, loosening her bra almost by tugging, and rubbing her roughly 34C tits in a death grip.
‘Don’t… don’t do this! … my friend is coming back soon!’ She flushed red and propped me up with her hands, her voice softening slightly.
I ignored her and pushed her into the nearest room as if I were semi-forcing her, not bothering to bring the door with me, and pressed my whole body downward hard on the bed.
‘Don’t… I… it’s inconvenient…’ she begged as her hands panicked against the forehead of my head licking at her nipples.
I didn’t have time to pay her any attention, I just sat my body on her thighs and grabbed her hands by the wrists as I lifted her skirt with one hand and quickly pulled down her rather cute cartoon panties.
‘Is sex the only thing in your men’s eyes?’ She said as she closed her eyes, seemingly ready to give up her resistance to the tyranny that immediately followed.
I stayed there, surprised by her words and the slightly sad look in her eyes! Looking at the nearly naked girl lying on the bed, I pulled up the zipper, got up and walked out of the room, picked up the paper bag my fiancée had left on the floor, wrote my name and company number on it, and walked back to my home, forgetting to collect the money… (5)
Power, money, and women, the three main masks of a man. Was the point of a woman’s existence in my mind sex? I waited for the elevator while trying to come up with a better reason for myself to refute the voice that kept ringing in my head.
Beautiful, slender, charming or innocent women are always the first object of our men’s attention. Behind the blind pursuit, in addition to meet the life of the moment of satisfaction and after the arrival of the sexual desire of the gallop, too much uncertainty is often deliberately ignored.
I’m a little dumbfounded.
‘Hey…!’
The girl’s voice rang out, surprising me a little. I turned back to look at her standing far away from the wall of the house, her hair disheveled and her face extremely pale in some inexplicable way.
‘You don’t want your money!’
I looked at her not knowing what to say back to her, but just kept lightly touching the sensor bar of the automatic guard that had come up the elevator with my hand. I knew I didn’t really care that much if I got my fiancée’s paycheck or not, maybe I just wished I had another chance to make myself available to explain something to her or to stop and see her more often!
The girl silently went into the room again and took her purse out, ordered 350 dollars, looked at me, a little hesitant, placed it on the table in the living room, and then hurriedly retreated to the sofa close to the wall.
I took off my shoes, looked at the messy clothes on the floor, and walked in on my own two feet, picking up the shirt that had just flown down on the rack by the door and handing it across the table.
‘Are… are you… is your leg ready?’
‘Uh… Wow! It’s… much better…’ For a moment, I was a bit confused by her question before I remembered that she was still preoccupied with my wound. I hurriedly replied, and put on a small smile in the hope of breaking the stalemate.
She took the shirt from my hand, placed it on the couch beside her, and began to bend over and start gathering up the clothes on the floor.
‘Ms. Wong! I… you… you want to drink the wedding wine?’ I squatted down to help clean up while looking for something to talk about.
‘… I’m not Ms. Wong.’ The girl said after looking at me, probably thinking that I wouldn’t violate her again.
I stopped packing and waited for the girl’s next words.
‘She’s my roommate… Hey! You’re holding my…’ The girl smiled with a slightly reddened face.
I was dumbfounded. Seriously, she had a nice smile! It’s the first time I’ve seen her smile in all the time we’ve known each other.
I looked back and saw that I was rubbing myself with a pair of pink and white boxers.
‘Ha! Ha! I’m sorry… so what’s your name…?’ I hurriedly handed it to her while asking tentatively.
‘Don’t you take it!’ The girl ignored me, with a slight hint of urging me to leave.
‘Then… I’ll leave my company’s phone number there.’ Standing up with some disappointment, I pointed to my fiancée’s bag.
The girl looked along my hand and followed me to my feet, always keeping her distance waiting for me to leave.
(She’s probably still scared, right?!) I scrutinized her. That is, after all, what the average person should think, I know!
”My name is Cheng-Shu-Zhen!”
The moment the girl closed the door, I heard it. The momentary mood is like a child’s leap of joy to get candy, I do not know why? Was it because the stone in my heart was finally put down, or was it because I was looking forward to the different colors of life? I don’t know!
Back home, after hastily handing the money to his fiancée, he brought out the phone book by the side of the copy car, flashed into his computer room like a thief, and copied Ms. Huang’s home phone number in the notebook.
I sat down at my computer desk and involuntarily flipped the switch. I searched my mind’s memory for the location of pictures on my hard drive that slightly resembled Sook-jung’s likeness, and flipped through them one by one, using a graphic management program.
As I watched Slideshow’s rapidly rotating screen of lovemaking, I slipped my hand into my underwear… (6)
For the next few days, I couldn’t settle down to do what I needed to do, and I kept finding excuses to walk around the neighborhood atrium after dinner.
”Jun, what’s wrong with you?” My fiancée asked to a somewhat perverse me.
”Wow! My stomach seems to be getting upset again lately.’ I avoided her head-on glare and lied a little uneasily.
‘Come back and remember to buy some stomach milk from the Western Pharmacy.’ My fiancée was a little worried about my old illness.
I flashed past her and quickly descended the stairs with an inexplicable leap in my heart. In fact, I do not know whether I can run into Shuzhen, but I also have quite apologetic to my fiancée, but this kind of spiritual derailment similar to an extramarital affair really has a kind of fatal magic.
A bit of a nervous wreck himself, he circled out of the neighborhood, walked two blocks away to a pay phone booth, picked up the phone and dialed the number he had long since memorized, with what was actually an uneasy sense of anticipation.
‘Hey!’
‘… It’s me, I’m Jang Jung Jun.’ Even though it was a short sentence, I felt myself trembling slightly!
‘… what is it?’ She paused for half a moment.
‘Is it convenient? … I’m at the “real pot” by the neighborhood…’ I couldn’t tell if she sounded good or bad as I looked around at the nearby stores.
‘… I don’t want coffee…’
‘Out for a walk then?’ I asked persistently, undeterred.
‘… Where are you?’
(OH! YA!)
I excitedly explained to her where I was, making a gesture that I found a little amusing myself as I hung up the pay phone along the way.
It wasn’t long before Sook Ching rode over on a little red Fifty that looked remarkably similar to mine. I scrutinized her from afar, and it really seemed like the only difference was that she didn’t have her helmet on. (Note: A few years ago, you didn’t need a helmet to ride a motorcycle in Taiwan… I really miss the days when you didn’t have to have an itchy scalp!) She looked at me, who was staring at the motorcycle, and smiled with a slightly raised eyebrow, as if she was satisfied with herself for proving that she had no intention that night.
‘Wait for me!’
I ran to the pay phone again and called home, lying to my fiancée that I had met an important client of the company on the way to buy medicine, and that I had to go to his place to have a chat and a cup of tea, and by the way, I instructed her not to wait for the door.
‘Call the wife?!’ Sook-jin’s face tested me a little strangely.
I looked at her and twirled my hand in the air, signaling that I had taken the car from her without any wedding symbols.
‘Want to go somewhere?’ Looking at Sook-jung’s smile at my unmarriedness made me a little uneasy.
‘Whatever.’ She wrapped her arms around my waist like a lover.
I felt those two soft touches behind me as I thought about where would be a better place to go for a ride. (The darker the better, of course!)
As I swayed, the car began to climb up the mountain road. I don’t know if it was because of the coolness of the mountain mist at night, but I felt the strength of the ring around my waist gradually tighten.
(Hey! Hey. (LAUGHS) That’s right.) While I was feeling happy about my correct judgment, I seemed to feel her, who was lying on my back, sobbing slightly.
(No way! You’re crying because of this?)
‘Hey! What’s wrong with you?’ I asked Sook-jung out loud as I rode the car.
She ignored me and just continued to bury her head in my back.
” Sook-jin suddenly let go of her throat and inexplicably yelled. I somewhat inexplicably slowed down the car, wanting to stop and take a look.
‘Don’t mind me, you ride faster!’ She said, patting me lightly.
(Nervous!) I thought in my heart. In fact, it wasn’t until later that I found a chance to ask Sook-jung about it and realized that she couldn’t help but vent her emotions a bit for the momentary emotion in her heart.
Riding up to where I used to go fishing on the weekends, I rode all the way up the industrial road, found a hard spot against a tree, and propped up the entire kickstand of my car.
I pulled a cigarette out of my jacket pocket and lit it up, looking around to see if there were any other people. Even though it wasn’t a holiday that day, there was still a chance that I might run into night fishing tourists.
Walking back to the car, he watched as Sook-jin took a comb out of her carry-on purse and sat down in front of the seat cushion to look into the rear-view mirror on the motorcycle and straighten her hair, which was a little disheveled by the wind.
The night was really beautiful that night, as was she in my eyes!
I stepped forward and gently wrapped my arms around her waist from behind, straddling the locomotive and resting my head lightly against her shoulder, ruffling her short hair with my hand as I rubbed my cheek against the face that was close by.
Sook-jin tilted her head sideways a little uneasily. I turned towards her ear in a smooth manner, nuzzling her earlobe, sliding gently down towards her neck in a curved line, and my hand around my waist began to reach into her blouse, slowly swimming towards the lower edge of her bra, pushing upwards with a slight force to make her pair of tits pop out, holding it in one hand, and constantly rotating the tip of the nipple, which was already slightly hardened.
‘Oi! … hello!’ Sook-jung shouted softly.
I continued the caressing motion, just looking at her with my eyes.
‘You’re exaggerating, aren’t you? … here?’ While looking around, she twisted her body and put up a slight resistance to block my hand that had started to lift her short skirt to try to penetrate her hole.
”Don’t you move around, you’ll really be seen later!” I whispered in her ear, while using my hand to move Shuzhen’s ass up a little gap, and quickly inserted my finger inside her already quite wet pussy.
With a slight “ah”, Sook-jin nervously put her hands around my neck and moved her body forward to sit close to the front of the seat cushion of the motorcycle.
This, in turn, made it easier to move my fingers in and out of her pussy. I slipped my hand through the edge of her panties and held her pussy tightly in the palm of my hand, kneading it like dough. It didn’t take long for Sook-jin to give me a watery kneading, and her entire palm was a thin paste.
I played with her slightly bulging nubs with my fingertips as I slipped my middle finger inside, picking back and forth at the bikini flesh of her vagina. Suddenly, I had the urge to take a closer look at her moist pussy.
I backed away from the backseat, using the scooter as a gynecology clinic table. Holding Sook-jung’s hand, I propped her entire body up on the seat cushion at a slight angle of 30 degrees, holding her legs at the knee joints and resting them on the faucet handles.
‘Hey! … you… stop it!’ She was uneasy and tried to lower her legs.
”Don’t move around! I don’t care if the car falls down later!” I said while feeling satisfied with my masterpiece.
Looking at the way she looked with her head on her side, her eyes slightly closed, and her legs hanging open on the faucet, if it wasn’t for the fact that there wasn’t a lot of room for me to squeeze in on the locomotive, I would have already flown up there and fucked her hard for three hundred rounds.
I crouched down next to the locomotive and pulled her boxers down to the base of her thighs, looking at her pussy, which was clipped with some fine hairs, and was already slightly flooded with a layer of lust.
‘Wow! So wet…’ I said with a lustful smile at Sook-jung.
‘It’s all because of you…’ Sook-jung snapped with a red face.
Looking at her expression, I could no longer resist burying my head sideways on her stamen, which was stretching and contracting due to her “special sitting position”, and carefully cherishing her pussy with my tongue.
‘Don’t…’ Sook-jung was a bit agitated and almost fell off the car.
‘What’s the matter, you don’t like it?!’ I was a bit surprised.
‘No! After such a long ride… and in this position, it seems that when I was a child… someone used to hold me like this to pee…”
(Wooley… She wants to pee… yeah.) This is a good position.)
‘Hey! Put me down first.’ Suzhen braced herself and tried to climb up.
How could I let this opportunity pass? I hurriedly grabbed Sook-jung and crossed over from the side of the motorcycle to sit behind her again.
‘I don’t want to! If you want to pee, pee like this!’ I pressed her bladder in a bad way.
‘Don’t press… don’t press… oh…’
Shuzhen was probably really quite anxious. Before she could finish her sentence, she saw a piece of transparent urine jetting out from her lower part, a lustful scene that really made itself unforgettable.
‘Don’t look… you’re so bad…’
”Yeah! You pissed and pissed everywhere and now you’re blaming me?’ I laughed as I spread her pussy with my hand, making her entire opening more open to spill her pee.
Sookie was trying to dislodge my hand on her pussy lips again and gripping the lower edge of the seat cushion for fear of the car tipping over as a whole.
Highly aroused, there was really no way to keep teasing himself. Hurriedly pulling the zipper of his pants apart, he faded to the base of his thighs like Sook-jung, and couldn’t wait to pull out his own cock and stroke it with his glove.
Also can’t wait for Shuzhen to finish peeing completely, will put her feet from the faucet by one side of the withdrawal, holding her slender waist upward slightly lifting her own feet through her thighs, so that her whole person sitting on my lower part.
Shuzhen bent her hand to hold my dick while stroking her pussy and violently took my entire glans in. The feeling of being instantly enveloped by secret flesh made myself not care that Shuzhen’s vagina was not yet fully stretched, and pushed my bar-straightened dick upward with all my might.
‘Don’t push so hard!’ Suzhen frowned slightly.
A little apologetically, I put my hand where Sook-jin’s meat and beans were and gently tapped it with the muscles of my fingers, kissing her neck as I did so to stimulate her love nectar.
It didn’t take long for Shuzhen to probably start getting the feeling, holding onto the faucet and fiddling up and down as the locomotive rocked back and forth. It didn’t take long for Shuzhen to probably start getting the feeling, holding onto the faucet and fiddling up and down as the locomotive rocked back and forth. The feeling of the cock being squeezed inside the vagina was accompanied by Shuzhen’s faint moans, and the pleasure spread quickly from the glans to the whole nerve. The feeling of the cock being squeezed inside the vagina was accompanied by Shuzhen’s faint moans, and the pleasure spread quickly from the glans to the whole nerve. The feeling of the cock being squeezed inside the vagina was accompanied by Shuzhen’s faint moans, and the pleasure spread quickly from the glans to the whole nerve.
‘Hurry! Hurry up!’ I held Sook Ching’s waist with both hands, helping her to speed up her pistoning motion.
‘Jun! Don’t shoot! Wait for me…’ Shujing followed, shouting wildly.
I pushed Sook-jin forward and quickly joined her on the ground, my high emotions making myself not care if Sook-jin’s piss was left on the turf, and lay on top of her, holding my dick up and thrusting it into the hole.
‘Harder… faster… deeper…’ With her body colliding rapidly, Sook-jung screamed loudly and lustfully without any fear.
‘Jun, come on… I’m coming out…’ I gritted my teeth and dramatically accelerated the thrusting of my cock.
Instantly, the glans was assaulted by a warm rush of lustful water, and he couldn’t hold himself back any longer as he ejaculated all together.
I crouched on top of her, smelling a rather special odor emanating from her body from the strenuous exercise, while looking at this little woman with her eyes closed and showing a contented smile, I couldn’t help but kiss her lightly on the lips.
Sook-jin opened her eyes and pushed me away a little sheepishly, quickly getting up and putting on her clothes and pants. I pulled her over, wanting to enjoy a little more warmth in.
Sook-jin laughed and ducked away while squatting down to help me put on my pants.
‘You’re the worst!’ She flicked her fingertips on the glans and quickly tucked her dick into her panties and pulled up the zipper on her pants.
As I looked at Sook-jung’s skillful movements, I had some doubts in my mind! But I don’t think anyone would want to ruin such a good thing…
（７）
I have often wondered whether it is the creation of man or man’s will to triumph over God. Nine times out of ten, things in life are not as we wish, but we often look forward to the pleasure that comes from being satisfied for a short period of time.
At least, that’s how I felt when I was with Sook-jung.
(She was really good, but… so young?!) I thought back to our meeting, her oral sex skills and everything that had happened tonight, and I realized that she was so reserved but also a little wild. The way she gently helped me put on my pants, like a daughter-in-law, gave me a thrill that I had never felt before.
I was a bit afraid to think further, during the time I spent upstairs after separating from Sook-jung. There was a panicky, even somewhat… uneasy emptiness in my heart. That indescribable feeling of boredom made myself fling the house keys around, expecting to hurry up and arrive home. After all, it was really late.
Opening the door gently, he opened it himself and looked around the living room like a thief.
（Why are you sleeping here? (SIGHS)
The moonlight filtering in from outside the balcony surprised itself by imprinting the body of his fiancée on the couch! A little too weak to walk over and tell her to go back to her room, he just hurriedly dashed to the bathroom, hurriedly trying to take a shower to alleviate the lingering odor on his body.
(What should I do? What… what should I say?)
I scrubbed the soap as I contemplated what excuse I should use to get out of the bathroom, even if I was a little reluctant or even scared.
The engagement ceremony without any legal effect and the idea that he was merely seeking some excitement of life in the humdrum, constantly flashed through his mind, but the solidity in his heart after intercourse with his fiancée and the sky that he had long been accustomed to spending time with on a daily basis, made him feel extremely uneasy.
(Whatever! I’ll just pretend to be angry, but Mi-kun won’t dare do anything.) I was prepared for the worst, and “laughing and getting angry” was my go-to “strategy” for getting out of a fight. I knew that my fiancée, Mi-kun, would always be smart enough to avoid a standoff with me when I was angry, and perhaps that was the biggest reason why I chose her!
Not an ideal solution, but at least it was in his own mind. Rinsing himself off and sniffing his body for any lingering ‘weird smells that shouldn’t be there’, he ruffled his wet hair with one hand as he made his way to the living room.
(Yelp! …back to your room?!)
When I couldn’t see my fiancée’s body lying on the sofa, I grabbed a cigarette from the table and paced to the bedroom door, leaning against it to light it up. Looking at her in a ball on the bed, I couldn’t help but wonder if I’d done something wrong… = ‘JUN’! Joon..! Get up. Hurry up..! It’s almost too late! Meijun gently shook my body.
Opening my hazel eyes, I looked at my fiancée’s light smile. As bright as the sunrise.
(Yeah! Why does she seem to be fine…?) As I got dressed and walked sleepily to the bathroom to wash up, I wondered what my fiancee was thinking. Since she hadn’t said anything, I thought it might be better to pretend that she was fine, after all, it’s better to be quiet than to move!
(…mhm… the smell of baked toast!) While shaving, I stepped out of the bathroom to look for the source of the smell. Although I was quite skeptical when I heard my fiancée, Mei-kwan, frying something in the kitchen and the range hood was rumbling, I did not know what the source of the smell was. Although my fiancée was quite gentle and considerate towards me, she rarely made me something to eat early in the morning.
”Wow! It’s going to rain today.’ I walked to the kitchen looking at my fiancée scrambling eggs and getting ready for me to eat them on bread.
‘… No way! How did you know?’ Hearing what I said, Mei-kwan asked me rhetorically while bending over to look at the back balcony.
”Why else would you suddenly make breakfast?” Looking at Mi-kun’s expression of believing it’s going to rain, I chuckled.
Mi-kun laughed along with me when she heard that I was talking about her running to make breakfast.
”I thought you had a stomachache, I think you probably ate randomly in the morning, and your old problem came back!”
I walked next to her and watched as Mei-kun multiplied the egg into the plate. While inhaling the warmth that came from the gush, I placed my hand on Mi-kun’s round ass and gently traced the circle.
‘Wife, how about a little “set”?!’ I lustfully felt the touch from my groin.
‘What’s the point! You’ll be late for work soon… don’t… don’t do that, the neighbors will see.’ Mei-kwan was carrying the breakfast while swaying her body to escape my restless hand.
‘I’ll hurt you more tonight!’ I smacked her ass and laughed, taking my breakfast in one hand.
Mei-jun let out a soft cry and laughed as she followed me to the dining table: ‘You’re only as good as your mouth! I’ve been watching you for the past few days, have you met a girl?
‘Which is not! How dare I? Besides, I’ve given you all my salary, so I have to have money even if I want to.”
I’m a little flustered myself, so I’ll just have to fake it.
”It’s best if you don’t dare! Let’s just make it clear, how you treat me, I’ll treat you.” Meijun said in a half-serious, half-intimidating manner.
‘Aye! My dear.’ I took Mei-kwan’s hand and gently held it, looking at her smiling face, my mind was racing with meaningless thoughts…
＝In fact, some of the time, some of the deliberate preparation, or quite ordinary environment can be molded into a quite good feeling. Looking at the home only lighting the entrance hall searchlight, in the night still has the atmosphere of space replacement.
Putting down my briefcase, I adapted myself to the brief visual disorientation caused by the change in lighting while searching for the night my heart had been waiting for. While the outline of Mi-kun’s body gradually cleared, I realized that I was so amazed at the instant difference.
Wearing a light white tulle, Mei-kun, lethargically leaning against the sofa, in the dimness of the dimness himself can slightly feel the slightest of winks coming from the corner of her eyes.
‘Ha! Ha! “Pass it around and wait!”‘ I put down my bag, pulled my tie halfway down, and walked over to her. (Note: “Pass it around!” means ready.)
‘Tired?’ Mi-kun leaned in and wrapped her arms around my waist, stroking my thighs along my suit pants with one hand.
‘It’s still the same.’ I flicked Mei-kun’s hair back, sliding my index finger down the ear line until it reached the thin straps on her shoulders. Suddenly, I realized that Mei-kun wasn’t wearing a bra.
(Grandma, what a slut! I’m sure you’re not wearing any panties.)
I pressed Mi-kun backward and against the couch, and with one free hand I violently lifted her skirt up, and to my eyes there was nothing but a light white color of flesh interspersed with a dark mass.
‘Wow! You’re really not wearing anything, huh?!” Even though he had guessed correctly, he was still a bit surprised at what his fiancée was wearing.
”If you don’t want to be “set”, I’ll let you have a good “pain”!” Mei Jun smiled sweetly, while receiving her feet on the sofa, she swung her feet like a clam shell.
Seeing his fiancée’s action, he himself was also a moment of childishness, matching the time difference between the swaying of Mei-jun’s legs, he quickly put his hand into Mei-jun’s skirt, lightly touching the mouth of her pussy and then quickly pulling it back, rather like playing a live TVGAME.
Seeing that I was playing hard, Mei-kun pulled her skirt up to her waist, moved her hips forward, and slowed down her swaying speed, as if she wanted me to aim for the target, or to let her fingers do a deeper penetrating action.
I carefully scrutinized Mei-jun’s large pussy lips that were already slightly open, slightly translucent with bright red flesh color; the pussy slit that extended upwards, bulging with a clitoris that was as sharp as a shoot tip, it was very beautiful.
Not bothering to sustain the prelude to lovemaking, he pulled down his pants in three tries himself, and without bothering to take off his shirt, he was too busy holding his still throbbing cock and pressing it down against his hole’s position.
‘It’s too dry!’ My fiancée frowned slightly and used her hands to block my continued advance while spreading her legs outward so that the grinding of cock penetration would be less.
Hearing Mei-kun say that, I couldn’t bear to rush my dick in too quickly. I adjusted the position, holding the penis with the glans rubbing on my fiancée’s labia, while spitting some saliva on the finger, gently turning her clitoris. Gradually, the glans felt the opening of the hole began to wet, the waist slightly hard down, a vaginal walls of the inner walls of the sensation of propping open to the brain, his own deliberately hooked the glans prongs pulled fiancée’s labia minora.
Mei-kun’s orgasm came quickly, and before she could feel her own cock completely missing the bottom, she was already pressing her hands against my buttocks with some disregard for the pain, hoping to get it in a little more.
I slightly accelerated the speed of my pumping, sliding my cock as far as possible towards the bottom of my vaginal muscles, expanding the performance of my glans rubbing against the surface, and before long, I felt a warm liquid spreading upwards from the bottom of Mei-kun’s pussy.
(She’s leaking!)
With the momentary relaxation of the muscles in Mei-kun’s buttocks, I myself slowed down my thrusts, just pushing my dick in deeper with one hard thrust, rotating my hips and lifting them slightly before sending it in once more. I knew that Mei-kun’s orgasms were quite incredibly rapid, and every time I pushed myself in hard, her body shook slightly with it.
Looking at Mei-kun’s expression that looked like both pain and pleasure, a sense of conquering satisfaction surrounded himself. Alas!
I don’t know if I should feel sad that I need to fulfill my fiancée’s sexual desires to alleviate the guilt of having an affair in my heart, what an incorrigible man.
‘Go back to your room and play?!’ Mi-kun hugged me and nibbled by my ear.
Looking at her flushed cheeks, I knew it was a long night ahead… (8, end)
People always seem to be resigned to loneliness. After a few days of peace and quiet, I began to think of Su Jing again.
One knows that this phone call will change the sky. But like a male spider in courtship, one cannot resist the fatal attraction.
Sitting at a table by the glass window at the Coffee Shop, gently touching a porcelain coffee cup with a delicate spoon, I wondered if the spelling of porcelain would be changed to ‘Japan’ someday? As I waited, I was thinking of something else, trying to dispel the guilty feeling of being a little bit nervous, but a little bit excited, wasn’t it?
The door of the Coffee Shop was pushed open with a ‘ga~’ sound, and looking at Sook-jung who was looking around, I couldn’t help but stand up and wave to show her where I was.
”Have you been waiting for a long time?!” Sook-jin said as she put down her bag.
‘It’s alright, want a drink?’ I replied with a grin, even though it was almost half a pack of cigarettes. But what could one say for an instant ‘sex suit’?
‘Uh… uh! I don’t really want to drink something yeah.’ Sook-jung looked at the MENU that the waiter handed over and turned it over and over.
‘Or… shall we go for a walk?’ I tentatively saved time for the ‘prelude’ and inquired about Sook-jung. After all, time for cheating is always precious.
She looked at me wry smile, I hurriedly picked up the bill to buy the bill, holding Suzhen’s small hand slowly paced to a long time to colleagues to inquire about a good HOTEL. everything seems to be so natural, I and Suzhen along the way did not say anything, just wait for the next everything that happened.
After entering the temporary rest room, Shuzhen put down the bag in her hand and walked into the semi-transparent bathroom made of frosting. I turned on the TV, lit a cigarette, through the goose yellow warm light, wantonly enjoy the Shuzhen faded Manzi. In the midst of the warmth of the light, my primal sexual desires were gradually aroused, so I took off my clothes and pants and stepped into the bathroom, enjoying this brief moment of wildness…
= The relationship with Shujing was maintained like this, of course, I myself took her on short honeymoons from time to time on the pretext of company business trips to visit clients, while I maintained a life as usual with Mijun. I didn’t want to think about the future, but I was secretly complacent that I was able to have my foot in both camps.
Maybe God is always fair to everyone, when you gain something, it also means that maybe you will lose something in the future!
About six months after this living situation, I rode my motorcycle home from work as usual.
‘What… what are you doing?!’ Startled from the lewd sight before him, he himself rushed excitedly to his fiancée’s side, where he was riding her, and struggled to pull on the shoulders of the man with the years.
”Zhengjun, go away!” My fiancée looked at me and laughed meaninglessly.
‘I volunteered to let them play…’ Mei-kwan continued.
‘You…!’ I just couldn’t believe the words I heard from Mijun.
For a moment, it seemed as if everything stopped.
‘Look at the screen on the TV yourself… Don’t pay any attention to him, come on! Fuck me harder.’ Mei-kwan urged the man lying on top of her to continue his pistoning motion while screaming even more lustfully.
I came back to my senses, looked at the TV screen, watched the footage that was not quite clear enough to be recognized as myself and Shuzhen having sex in the hotel, and was surprised to look towards the VCD projector, where I realized that we had been secretly filmed with a V8 without knowing where we were.
‘Junior! My Cha Mou Zai has been enjoyed by you, and now you’re enjoying me, so let’s call it a draw! Hahaha!’ The man on top of Mei Jun said while thrusting wildly and looking at me.
‘Harder… faster!’ Mijun’s hands pressed firmly against the man’s hips.
‘I said… whatever you do to me, I will… do to you!’
Looking at Mei-kun frantically holding her waist up, cooperating with the in and out of Shujing’s father’s cock, the thoughts in my head were only a blank. Subconsciously, I deeply felt that I should exit the room. I gently closed the door to the room and took the elevator in a half-disguised state, and the whole world seemed to be white.
The moment he stepped out of the elevator in a daze, Sook-jin’s familiar cheeks actually seemed to appear on the seat of his motorcycle, and her soft greeting rang in his ears.
‘Hi…!’
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