Marriage Men and Women (also known as Divorced Men and Women or Fallen Leaves) 12 (Rape and Abuse Adult Fiction)

12. D-girl

People inflict pain on their own kind for no other reason than malice. Of all animals, only humans do this.

——Arthur Schopenhauer

I met D in a QQ badminton group. I used to like sports, but after graduating from university, I stopped exercising for a while due to limited conditions. After resuming exercise, I found some QQ groups for finding exercise partners, so I joined. The travel group I joined before meeting girl B actually had the same purpose, but the main purpose of that group was to find travel partners.

Later, I, with my evil intentions, gradually discovered that QQ groups have a special function: creating opportunities for single men and women to meet each other.

The IT industry I work in is an industry where MMs are scarce and most people are men. Besides, in the company where I work, the few pretty girls are already taken, and I don’t want to bother competing with others for their affection. As for the few dinosaurs left, I just don't care about them.

Therefore, if you want to find a new target, you can only do so if you don't eat the grass near your burrow. But how do we open up the situation outside? You can't just stand on the street and hold the hand of anyone you see who's pretty, or you'll be taken to the police station by the public. You can't say to someone, "Hey, beautiful girl, do you want to be with me?" or you'll be sent to Anding Hospital.

For me, the most difficult thing about relationships between men and women is opportunity. With my personality, IQ and romantic level, if I have the chance, if I meet ten ordinary women, I can handle at least five of them with my own abilities. There are five more, which may not necessarily be impossible to handle, but if they are too difficult, I will consider the input-output costs, and automatically eliminate those that do not meet the marginal effect.

Of course, this is for ordinary women. After all, I am just an ordinary person. If I meet a beautiful woman with particularly good conditions and high requirements, I may not have the ability to do so.

But I still haven't grown into a lover. The reason is my damn personality. I am always too passive, which makes me lose a lot of opportunities. But there is no way, this is a character flaw developed since childhood and it cannot be overcome at all. Whenever I see a woman, especially a beautiful woman, I can't help but feel at a loss and uncomfortable. In this situation, expecting me to take the initiative to attack is harder than climbing to the sky.

So, how to find the right opportunity that doesn't make me feel awkward is the most distressing and headache-inducing thing when I'm picking up girls.

Taking advantage of work, it is indeed an opportunity to have a workplace romance, and I used that method to hook up with girl C. But the problem is, to find a woman in the workplace, she must satisfy my aesthetic sense, be of the right age, be divorced, have no children around, and have the desire to find a man. The probability of this happening must be one in 2 to the Nth power, right? Therefore, workplace romance is something you can only encounter but not seek. So, where should we ask for help?

The answer is the Internet. QQ groups, dating websites, and local dating are all wholesale centers that provide opportunities. When I discovered the special functions of QQ groups, I applied to join dozens of them at once, including travel groups, car groups, badminton groups, tennis groups, bodybuilding groups, fashion groups, home buying groups, property owners groups, group buying groups... One principle: wherever there are beautiful women, there will be me, The Masked Freak.

Generally speaking, not many girls in QQ groups disguise their gender. Moreover, in the virtual world, the topic of conversation is not about dating between men and women. People talk casually and sometimes make excessive jokes or engage in sexual harassment, but people generally don't mind. They may even flirt with each other online.

After entering the QQ group, I stared with green eyes like Lao Lang, checking the QQ spaces of the beauties one by one. If you think someone is pretty, you can chat with them on QQ alone. It doesn't matter if they are talking about badminton or table tennis, buying a house or decorating the house, just talk about the topic. After a while, you will become familiar with each other.

Of course, this is the experience I summarized afterwards. When I first joined the badminton and hiking groups, my motivations were not so complicated. I was indeed interested in these things at that time. It’s just that after the divorce, I was worried about finding someone again, and I became interested in girls. When I saw a female profile picture, I couldn’t help but go into her space to take a look. Sometimes when I meet a pretty girl, I chat with her for a few minutes, but if I feel like we are not getting along or if things don’t go well, I stop chatting with her.

Finally, after eliminating countless people who were not destined to be with me, one day in October 2005, I discovered the sad and beautiful face of Ms. D.

Ms. D has a delicate appearance, with a pure oval face, passionate peach blossom eyes, a straight nose, slightly upturned lips, and long straight hair.

"What delicate facial features!" Looking at her photo, I couldn't help but smoke a cigarette, and a smile unique to vulgar men appeared on the corner of my mouth.

However, there was a hint of helplessness and sadness in Ms. D’s eyes, which made me feel pity for her. So I clicked lightly, and a smiling emoticon was sent.

Ms. D happened to be online, and after a "?", she asked: Who?

I won't go into details about what happened next. I'm the type of person who never asks for contact directly. Instead, I like to beat around the bush and talk about all sorts of things. I talked to her about badminton for an entire evening, and the final result was that we made an appointment to play badminton together on the weekend. This result was not surprising at all, nor would it alert her, because the main purpose of the badminton group was to find partners to play badminton.

The next day, based on the agreement made the day before, the conversation became more casual. In addition to badminton, we also talk about life. Perhaps it was God's will that they met each other, as Ms. D had just been divorced a few months ago.

When I revealed my divorce status and invited her to look at my QQ space, D said, "I think you are a very honest person."

It seems that I am a very honest person. Not only do people who have met me think I am honest, but people who have not met me also think I am honest. If a person is honest, he can't be a bad person even if he wants to. Otherwise, our boss always praises me as a beast in human clothing, haha.

"My name is Duan Na." Ms. D typed her real name.

"My name is Li Shoujie."

That's how we became familiar with each other.

I had originally made an appointment to play badminton with D on the weekend, but just before getting off work, C called and said she wanted to spend the weekend with me. Spending the weekend together means "having dinner together and having sex". This is the unspoken formula between me and girl C.

I hesitated when I received the call from Ms. C. Ms. C had her period some time ago, and we haven't had sex for a week. I really want to have sex with her; and as for Ms. D, it was the first time we met, and I didn't want to break the agreement with her. I have this problem. I lack flexibility and am unwilling to change something that has been agreed upon. Even if it takes a lot of effort to persist, I still don't want to change.

I'm caught between a rock and a hard place. I'd like to try a delaying tactic first. So, he said vaguely to Ms. C: "Someone is in my office. I'll call you back in five minutes."

After hanging up the phone, I started thinking, how can I have the best of both worlds? I thought about it over and over again, patting my forehead, and suddenly, just like in the Japanese cartoon "The Clever Ikki", a "ding-dong" sound went off in my head: I got it!

I sent a text message to D, lying that I had to work overtime at the company in the evening and would not finish until 11 o'clock, and asked her if she wanted to meet today. If you want to, I'll rush over after working overtime; if you don't want to, let's make an appointment another day. Then I called C and agreed to spend the weekend with her, but I lied and said that some relatives were coming to my house, and the car would arrive at 11 o'clock in the evening and would stay at my house. I had to leave at 10 o'clock to pick up the car at the West Railway Station.

After hearing what I said, Ms. C checked with me to see whether my relatives lived in my house. I said yes. She replied, "Then come to my house tonight and spend the weekend."

"Okay, I'll go to your house first and then pick up the relatives at ten o'clock. Tonight, I'm going to fight you for three hundred rounds." I happily agreed.

After a while, D texted me back, saying, "If 11 o'clock is convenient for you, come to my house and I'll wait for you."

I immediately replied: "Then it's a deal, I'll be at your house on time at 11 o'clock."

After replying to D's text message, I excitedly leaned back on my chair, lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and blew out a round smoke ring. I thought happily: I am so strong. With my ability to coordinate and balance, I can definitely run for the leader of the party and the country, haha.

After having dinner with C outside after get off work, I went to C's house. Ms. C knew that I had to rush to pick someone up in the evening, so she hurried to take a shower as soon as she entered the door, and I followed her.

When I came out of the shower, she was already wearing sexy lingerie and lying on the bed waiting for me.

I walked over to the bed and sat down, stroking my fingers back and forth on her beautiful legs and vagina. Even though she was dressed sexy, I felt a little guilty. After all, I started to play along and be two-faced. Although Ms. C had never discussed marriage with me before, she had never shown any intention of not marrying me. Isn't it immoral to have two feet in one while doing it with her on one side and starting a new situation on the other side? How did I become a bad person after being with several women?

When I thought of this, I started to feel guilty again. It distracted me and I couldn't even muster up any sexual interest. My little brother became flaccid. This was the first time I had sex with girl C.

Under my caress, C was already aroused. After waiting for a long time, I didn't seem to be in the mood. She was a little anxious and asked hurriedly: "Hey, Shoujie, why... aren't you hard?"

I replied: "Maybe... I was too tired from work today..."

After hearing my answer, Ms. C became even more anxious and asked, "What should I do then?"

Oh my god, what can I do? Looking at Ms. C's anxious expression, I guess she must be very eager to be satisfied tonight, and I really don't want to let her down.

What should I do? I couldn't bear to disappoint C, so I forced myself to concentrate and think about things that would stimulate her sexual desire. In this way, I recalled the intense stimulation that her oral sex brought me when I was with girl A before. I wonder if it would make me feel excited if girl C did this to me?

So I stammered, "Can you...give me a blowjob and try? Maybe...it will make me hard?"

Ms. C never gave me oral sex before. I have always been a go-with-the-flow person and I am never overbearing towards women in bed. Since she didn't take the initiative to give me a blowjob, I didn't ask her to. But at this moment, in order to get myself into the right state, I had to boldly put forward this unreasonable idea.

Girl C hesitated for a second or two, then took my little brother into her mouth. Her oral skills are far inferior to those of Girl A. She is tongue-tied and it is obvious that she has not practiced much. After a while, she was so tired that she was gasping for breath and even retching. It didn't bring me any pleasure. Her teeth were very harsh and made me grimace in pain several times.

However, when I thought about the beautiful manager who used to look so arrogant and even refused to shake my hand, but now was obediently blowing me the flute, I suddenly felt a sense of accomplishment and satisfaction, and gradually got into the mood.

Seeing that the time was right, girl C got off me, turned over and knelt on the bed waiting to be entered.

She was in surprisingly good condition that day, wanting more and more, probably because she had been holding it in for over a week. The difference between girl C and girl A in bed is that girl A can easily reach orgasm, one after another, and she can reach it three or four times in the time it takes me to reach it once; girl C reaches orgasm slowly, sometimes in sync with me, and sometimes I reach it before she does. So, if girl C wants more, it means I have to work hard like an old ox pulling a broken cart.


The two of them worked from eight o'clock to almost ten o'clock, and I was exhausted and sweating. Ms. C was also very tired. When I got up, she couldn't even get out of bed. She drowsily told me, "Drive slowly and lock the door," and then fell asleep.

I took a quick shower, returned to the bedroom, kissed goodbye to the sleeping C, and drove straight to D's residence.

Ms. D lives in Shijingshan, which is on the other side of the city, but the journey is a bit long. I ran all the way and finally arrived at three minutes to eleven.

At this time, Ms. D called and asked me if I had arrived. I said it. She told me that she was sitting on the flower bed in the center of the community waiting for me.

When I found a place to park my car and walked to the central flower bed, I saw a thin young woman sitting under the bright moonlight. In the soft light of the floor lamp, I vaguely saw that she seemed to be looking at me and smiling. That expression, that feeling, is just like Leonardo da Vinci's famous painting "Mona Lisa".

I have always believed that a person's character and appearance are related. If someone has a certain character or personality, or has played a certain role for a long time, it will slowly affect his or her appearance.


Take myself for example. Before I got married, I had a sunny face and looked like a cheerful and lively boy. After I got married, my life became dark and boring. Gradually, my complexion became bad and I was frowning all day long, making me look old, gloomy and full of bad luck. After I got divorced, it only took me a few months to regain my sunny look, but the difference was that I became more mature.

My ex-wife Zhang Jiali was quite pretty when she was young, but after being the boss of the family for so long, she had a face full of fat before she was 30 years old. She looked mean and fierce, and she had lost all the gracefulness she had as a girl.


As for girl A, when I saw her for the first time, I felt that although she was pretty, there was desire in her eyes, she looked haggard, and her temperament was frivolous. This was the inevitable appearance of a woman who was tormented by both material desires and carnal desires. We don't have a close relationship with girl B, but her appearance shows that she is definitely not a good person. She is probably fierce, greedy, vicious and dissolute.


Ms. C has a pretty face and a great figure. Both her appearance and figure give people a refreshing and neat feeling, like a leaf of mint in summer, showing strong ability to do things and a relatively free and easy attitude towards life.

At first glance, Ms. D appears to be a very fragile and sentimental woman. When she started speaking, her voice sounded even softer, as gentle as water. I swear this was the most beautiful and gentle voice I, Li Shoujie, had ever heard in my 34 years of life experience.

Faced with such a weak woman, I made up my mind in an instant not to hurt her. There may be some small deception, but no harm.

"Shoujie, you are so punctual." When D saw me coming towards her, she stood up from a distance, smiled, and said to me in a gentle voice: "I don't know why, but I know you will definitely arrive on time and will never be late."

In the night, her voice was like the slender fingers of angels gently sliding across the strings of a harp, truly a heavenly sound.

"Oh, that's right. My colleagues say I'm as precise as the Germans. They call me Li Shoushi." I chuckled, boasted a little, and then sat with her on the chair next to the flower bed.

Actually, I was just kidding her. My biggest shortcoming is that I am not punctual and I like to dawdle when there is nothing to do. Today was the first time I was so punctual on a date.

The topic started on the spot. Two people who made an appointment to play badminton talked for the whole night, but they didn't mention badminton at all. They first talked about the reasons for their respective divorces, recounting their revolutionary history; then they talked about their college days, and found out that they actually went to the same university in the same city in the south, and that the two schools were right next to each other, and later they were merged into one school when the colleges merged.


In a sense, we are alumni. Of course, I am much older than her. She is nine years younger than me and has only graduated a few years ago. She was still in elementary school when I was in college.

However, despite the huge age gap, the topic became naturally much easier because we had memories of the same city. What changes have taken place in the road outside the school, what high-rise buildings have been built nearby, where to go hiking and boating with classmates on weekends, etc., all became topics of our conversation.

When people recall their student days, the feelings are the most beautiful and warm, so we really hit it off right away and kept reminiscing about the good times in the past.

We just sat outside and chatted and forgot about time, so much so that the night security guard questioned us several times.

It was already late autumn, and there was a big temperature difference between day and night. I was only wearing a thick cotton shirt that day, and the cold came up in the second half of the night, and I couldn't help shivering. However, I was cold on the outside but warm on the inside, and I had no intention of ending the conversation at all.

I graduated from college at the age of 21, got married at the age of 22, had a child at the age of 23, divorced at the age of 24, and met this weirdo at the age of 25. This is Ms. D’s life resume over the years. Ms. D is not a local. She comes from a small city in Sichuan. Her family conditions are not very good: her father is an ordinary worker in a state-owned military enterprise, and her mother is a housewife who occasionally sets up a small stall to make a living.

D studied fashion design in college. After graduation, she returned to her hometown because she could not find a job locally. But it was not easy to find a job there either. Unwilling to give up, she decided to go to Beijing to seek development. After a lot of trouble, she finally found a clothing company to work as a salesperson and finally gained a foothold in Beijing.

Then, an older lady colleague in the company introduced her to a guy, and they got married after dating for half a year. When they got married, there was no question of love. Her ex-husband wanted to marry a wife, had a house, and had a legitimate job as a clerk in a government agency; while D had no relatives in the city, and was penniless. She was struggling to survive, and also wanted to find a man to support her. So they both felt that it was okay and got married. She got pregnant two months after the marriage and became a mother at a very young age.

The reason for the divorce was that the problem was with the man.

The government office where D's ex-husband worked had a bad reputation - the Urban Management Brigade. Her ex-husband would smash other vendors' stalls at work every day, and gamble and play mahjong after get off work, and would not come home until late at night every day. After coming back, he would pull her and have sex with her regardless of whether she was asleep or not. He pretended before marriage, but his true colors were revealed after marriage. Even when she was pregnant, gave birth and was in confinement, he continued to play mahjong, as if she didn't exist as his wife. Sometimes when D complained a few words, he would rush up and start punching, kicking and swearing at her.

As she was talking, the little sister actually started to cry. Her aggrieved look made me feel pity for her: Damn, what kind of day is this? Are there such men, such marriages and families in the world? For me, who was used to serving my ex-wife, it was like listening to a foreign language, almost unbelievable!

My circle of friends, including my boss, except me, are almost all highly educated men who wear glasses, and they are all well-known in their jobs. But the strange thing is, among our group of brothers in distress, except for a few lucky ones like Junzi who found good wives and mothers, most of the others seemed to have discussed it beforehand. They each married a fierce, mean, lazy, spoiled and vicious tigress to serve them, while they themselves tied aprons every day and acted like little men.

Of course, these buddies, like me, Li Shoujie, have raised the banner of revolution and rebellion in the past few years. Half of them succeeded in the revolution and got divorced; the other half have not yet succeeded in the revolution and are currently involved in the Cold War or hot war. But no matter whether they are living well, divorced, or currently divorcing, there are some who have occasionally fought, but among our group of friends, there is not one who is like D's ex-husband, who uses his wife for boxing every now and then. I didn’t have a very good impression of urban management before, and now it’s even worse.

Don’t say that I’m not heartbroken. The curtains are rolled up by the west wind, and I’m thinner than the yellow flowers. How could such a yellow flower be stuck in cow dung? Poor little junior sister, why is she so unfortunate? Why didn’t you meet me then?

Then I thought, alas, I was not divorced at that time, and I wore an apron every day and was a model husband. Even if he met me, what could he do? I would still be powerless to help.

Ms. D sobbed and continued to talk about her unpleasant experience: although she had no illusions about her violent ex-husband, she was still prepared to endure it all for the sake of her child. Unexpectedly, one night, when Ms. D was coaxing her child to sleep, her ex-husband returned home in a rage, probably because he had lost all his money.

Maybe he was so obsessed with gambling that day that he didn't eat, so he woke up D and asked angrily: Where is dinner?

Because her ex-husband was gambling outside and often didn't come home for dinner, and he didn't say hello that day when he came back for dinner, so Ms. D didn't prepare any meal for her ex-husband. When the ex-husband heard this, he became furious and slapped D in the face.

D had been very careful and submissive, but she was also irritated by the slap that day. She covered her face and quarreled with her ex-husband, saying, "You are a grown man, but you don't do your job properly every day. You go out to gamble and don't care about your family. You even hit people. Are you considered a man?"

When the ex-husband heard this, he was like, this little girl who lives under someone else's roof dares to talk back to him like that, she's simply being rebellious! His rage escalated into a rage, and he showed the power of an urban management team member, raised his invisible kick, and kicked the thin girl D from one side of the room to the other side as if he was kicking a street stall.

Just as she landed on the ground, an iron nail sticking out from the wall scratched D's calf, leaving a long cut, and blood immediately gushed out.

When D saw the blood, she was terrified. But her ex-husband didn't notice all this. He was still not satisfied, so he came up and kicked her twice before slamming the door and leaving, going downstairs to eat.

It was not until he finished his meal and went upstairs that he saw Miss D sitting on the ground in a daze with a pool of blood under her that he became panicked. After notifying his parents to come and help look after the child, D was sent to the hospital and had dozens of stitches. And the next day, the ex-husband went gambling again.

"What a beast, what a beast." I shook my head and sighed, while taking out a tissue from my handbag and handing it to D, asking her to wipe the tears from her face.

After calming down, D rolled up the legs of her jeans and said to me, "Look, Shoujie, this is the scar left from that incident."

In the light of the floor lamp, I saw a scar that ran almost the entire length of my calf. Because of the stitches it had to get, it looked like a giant centipede, nearly 30 centimeters long.

D smiled bitterly and said, "Since I got this scar, I no longer dare to wear skirts. I have to wear pants all year round."

There is a saying that God has eyes, but I think God has no eyes. I, Li Shoujie, such an honest man, was tortured by my ex-wife, this shrew, for the past ten years, and became depressed and almost became a monk; and my junior sister, such a gentle and kind girl, was tortured to death by such a beastly man. You tell me, is it that the heaven is blind?

"Alas, we met too late." I said to my junior sister, "If we had met earlier, neither you nor I would have endured so much pain."

After I said this, I felt something was wrong and it seemed very vulgar. Why? Oh, I remember now. I said something like this to girl A before. Although I was inspired this time, since I have already said this to someone else, it always feels hypocritical to say it to another person.

Before I knew it, the sky was getting light. People doing morning exercises began to go out in twos and threes and come to the central flower bed.

When D saw that there were more people, she said, "Oh, there are too many people. Let's go."

I thought she wanted to end the conversation, so I quickly said, "Okay, let's talk about it another time."

Unexpectedly, D asked again: "Shoujie, do you have anything else to do today? Why don't you come to my house and have breakfast before leaving? I'll cook for you."

I thought about it and since there was nothing else to do, I followed her upstairs.

Ms. D’s house is not her own, she rents it. When she got divorced, the man refused to leave and said that if she wanted to divorce, she would have to leave the house with nothing. Ms. D had no choice but to file a lawsuit, but the house the man bought when they got married was not his own. It was bought in the name of his parents, so Ms. D didn't get anything.

Originally, Ms. D wanted to have a child, but because she had no relatives in this city, had no property, had a low income, and had to rent a house, she had no ability to support the child, so she reluctantly gave the child to her ex-husband. Unlike C, D's room is filled with photos of her children, even on the door.

D and I came to the small rental house, which was a simply decorated one-bedroom apartment with a small living room, a small room, a small kitchen and bathroom, and some basic furniture and appliances.

Ms. D worked in the kitchen for a while and brought out two bowls of dandan noodles. When I tasted it, it tasted great, authentic Sichuan flavor.

"It's so delicious! So delicious!" I praised it endlessly: "I haven't eaten such authentic Dandan noodles for a long time."

As I slurped the noodles, D smiled at me with tenderness in her eyes and said, "Okay, Shoujie, if you like, I will cook for you every day. I can also make many dishes and snacks."

After hearing her words, I was moved again. Although I was not as deeply moved as I was by girl A, I was still moved after all. Poor woman. It would have been great if it had been her instead of my ex-wife who handed me the Coke at school.

After dinner, without waiting for me to start, Ms. D quickly cleaned the table and went into the kitchen to wash the dishes. I sat at the dining table in a daze, with mixed feelings.

Ms. D is a good woman. In just one night, I could feel her gentleness, kindness, diligence, and simplicity, which are rare in contemporary young urban women. Although she was born in the 1980s, I don't feel any frivolity or pampering in her.

My previous education gave me the impression that the "hardship" and "endurance of hard work" in the ancient saying "endure hardship and stand hard work" are not in a parallel relationship, but a causal relationship. Since only children have not experienced the poverty caused by material shortages in their childhood like those of us born in the 1970s, and have not suffered any hardship, it is inevitable that they will be spoiled.


Fickleness and arrogance are the prejudices that I, a person born in the 1970s, have towards the only children born in the 1980s and 1990s. Or, it can be said that these are the prejudices that my previous education has brought me. Or, it can be said that these are the prejudices that my previous education has brought me.

As for Ms. D, in the short one night that I spent with her, I discovered that she was a hard-working woman who had been tempered by life. Moreover, although I am nine years older than her, I don't feel any generation gap between us. Good woman, should I choose her as my wife?

Don't be impulsive. I secretly warned myself that my problem was that I was easily moved. I was moved by my ex-wife before, and ended up suffering a ten-year disaster. Later, I was moved by girl A, and was slaughtered and had to flee in panic. Now, I can no longer be easily moved.

I remember a proverb that goes, "You should keep your eyes open before marriage and close one eye after marriage." In fact, this coincides with my experience and lessons. When I was a silly boy and was in love with my ex-wife, I never thought of finding faults in her. Instead, when I discovered her shortcomings, I tried my best to find excuses to forgive her and tried to influence her and change her.

This turned out to be very stupid. After marriage, these shortcomings not only did not change, but because the dust had settled, the disguises of the previous relationship were torn off, and they became even more severe. But it is really difficult to change the nature of a person. So, now I have to learn to open my eyes wide and look for the other person's shortcomings.

Of course, no one is perfect and everyone has shortcomings, including myself. So, the person with the fewest shortcomings in the end is the one I'm looking for. So, I can’t decide now. I have to go and have another look and compare before I can confirm.

While I was daydreaming, Ms. D came out from the kitchen and brought me a cup of hot tea.

"The tea is not very good, please don't be disgusted." Ms. D laughed and made fun of herself.

I looked down and saw large leaves and turbid tea soup. It was definitely not a good tea. However, the tea may not be good, but its taste is deep. I took a sip and felt that the taste was not much worse than the Junshan Yinzhen and West Lake Longjing tea I usually drink.

While drinking tea, he continued chatting with Ms. D. Somehow, the distance between us quickly narrowed: Girl D pulled her stool closer to me, and before I knew it, her head gradually leaned on my shoulder. I also developed a sense of familiarity with her. I did not resist her cuddliness. Instead, I could not help but stroke her long hair and the delicate and tight skin on her face. Then I closed my eyes and smelled the scent of shampoo emanating from her hair.

Suddenly, Miss D raised her head, hugged me and gave me a deep kiss, and I still didn't refuse. Then she stood up, taking me with her, and slowly pushed me towards the bedroom while kissing me. He stopped by the bed, pushed me down on the bed, pressed on me and continued to kiss me, his breathing becoming heavier.

Oh my god, this is the first time we meet, and we actually ended up in bed? It's like a dream. I had no intention of going to bed with her this time, and besides, I had sex with girl C for so long last night that I was out of energy.

But, I am already being pressed down by D. If I push her away, will she feel that I look down on her? When people are poor, their self-esteem becomes more sensitive. When I thought about this, I felt like: Oh, damn, I’m really in a dilemma. I can only lie there like a dead fish and let her do whatever she wants.

Girl D took off my clothes actively, and then took off her own clothes. Before I could say anything, he started licking me. Neck, breasts, belly button, and finally to the little brother. While licking, he said, "Shoujie, I haven't done it for more than half a year after my divorce. You don't think I'm a slut, do you?"

"No." I replied. I'm not lying, I've been there and I know how it feels. Divorced men and women have all had sexual experience and don’t view that kind of thing as mysterious. When you meet someone you like, you will naturally have an impulse. Although I have never taken the initiative, I still have that impulse. So, in this particular case, the speed from meeting to going to bed can no longer be a criterion for me to measure whether a person is promiscuous. Although it was a bit fast and a bit beyond my expectations, I still don’t think that Ms. D is a slutty woman.

Girl D’s oral skills are also not bad. Although she didn’t lick my toes and butthole like Girl A, she still gave me very strong stimulation. Although I had used up all my energy when having sex with C last night, after a night of rest and recuperation, coupled with the stimulation of D's oral sex, I actually got into the mood.

Logically speaking, she should have felt psychologically repulsed by having sex so quickly, but for some reason, she didn't feel repulsed at all.

While playing the flute, D asked, "Shoujie, do you like this?"

I stroked her long hair and replied, "Yeah, I like it. It's very comfortable."

Then she asked, "Then can I do this for you every day in the future?"

I responded, “Well, that’s great, I really like that.”

At this point in the conversation, D pressed my breasts, squatted on top of me, aimed her little sister at my little brother, and sat on it all at once.

Being young is different. Whether it was my ex-wife, woman A, or woman C, I more or less felt that their vaginas were a little loose when I had sex with them. Especially for women A and C, because they both gave birth naturally, their anus appears more relaxed. As for Ms. D, because she was young and had a caesarean section, the feeling in her vagina was tight, which gave me an extremely strong stimulation.

Of course, I was still clear-headed and asked, "Do you have any condoms?"

"No."

I asked again: "Are you taking birth control pills?"

"No."

I got nervous and said, "Then I have to pull it out when I'm about to come."

Girl D didn't say anything, but continued to moan softly, responding to me. It lasted for about ten to twenty minutes, and then D's vagina suddenly became tight, like a stretched rubber band, trapping my little brother in it.

The sudden stimulation made me feel like something was wrong and I couldn't bear it any longer. Then, remembering that I didn't wear a condom, I quickly pulled my gun out. But——I couldn’t pull it out! Girl D's vagina was too tight, and my little brother was completely clamped down and couldn't move. Girl D also pressed me down so tightly that I had no way to retreat. Moreover, when I was desperately trying to retreat, D hugged me tightly and shouted, "Shoujie, don't come out, I want to eat your semen!"

As soon as he finished speaking, I couldn't bear it anymore, so I let out an "ah ah" and ejaculated. Girl D also hugged me tighter, and she reached orgasm after only a second or two.

After I ejaculated, girl D did not let my little brother out immediately, but continued to hold it tightly until I softened little by little, and the last drop was squeezed out. When I was completely soft, I was able to slide out of her tight little hole.

I was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot. I sat up suddenly, stared at him and asked, "What are you doing? Are you crazy? What if you are pregnant?"

D was lying on the bed, and she seemed to have not yet woken up from the pleasure just now. Seeing that I was anxious, she panted for a moment and said, "Shoujie, don't be afraid. I am in the safe period now, and I can't get pregnant."

"The safe period may not be completely safe!" I was still very anxious, wondering what to do. Would this woman get pregnant on purpose to stick to me?

D remained calm and comforted me, saying, "Shoujie, don't worry. Don't you still have Yuting? I'll go to the drugstore and buy some. It's okay. I didn't let you come out just now because ejaculation outside the body is not good for men. You're not feeling well, are you? Don't worry. I will definitely not let myself get pregnant. That would only hurt myself."

After hearing this, I felt relieved. I thought I had overreacted. Maybe the other person really did that for my health and pleasure. Yes, look at her gentle and dignified appearance, does she look like a cunning, vicious, and femme fatale? Not like that, absolutely not like that.

Thinking of this, I lay down again and couldn't help but start stroking her hair and face. The young face, even without any Lancome or Shiseido, is as smooth and taut as brocade; the big eyes, although full of melancholy, appear pure and clear.

I was filled with emotion, staring into her eyes and said, "Silly girl, I will never allow you to take risks like this in the future. If something unexpected happens, it will cause great harm to your body and mind! I would rather have less pleasure than joke with your health."

D looked at me and didn't answer. Instead, she used her slender fingers to stroke the strong muscles of my shoulders, chest and abdomen, and said as she touched: "Ah, Shoujie, you are so strong. I thought very highly of you when I chatted with you on QQ. But when I met you, I found that you are many times better than I thought. I feel safe at first sight." After that, she leaned her head closer and leaned into my arms.


Because of regular exercise, I am in good shape and I don’t look as skinny as some muscular men. However, I rarely heard the opposite sex compliment my body shape before. My ex-wife herself has a thick waist and fat legs, but she never pays attention to my body shape and often disparages my muscles by saying that I look like a butcher's.


As for Girl A, although she has praised the size of my house, my good job, and my hard penis, she has never praised how great my body is. Only girls C and D praised me for my personal qualities: C praised my endurance and good manners, while D admired my body. Moreover, she never asked me about my work, my income, my position, my housing...

As I stroked her long hair, I couldn't help thinking: It seems that I have met a woman who is idealistic about love. Such women are rare in today's materialistic metropolis, but I happened to meet one.
I sincerely thank the host for his hard work and selfless sharing. It is right to come to Czech every day. Keep going to dig for treasures.