Yang Xiaoqing's Confession (23) Me and the Detective Photographer of the Credit Investigation Agency (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) [Full Text] (Martial Arts Science Fiction Adult Novel)

Yang Xiaoqing's Confession (23) Me and the Detective Photographer of the Credit Investigation Agency (Part 1)

I was in a terrible mood the day I returned to Taipei from Bali. The reason, of course, is that she has separated from her "big boss" Wei Yang, and she doesn't know when she will see him again. On the way to Denpasar Airport, we were silent and filled with sadness of parting, which made me even more uncomfortable; when I got off the car, I could hardly lift my legs.

My throat was choked and tears were about to fall from my eyes, but Wei Yang gently patted my shoulder and whispered in my ear that he would always remember these days, my sincere feelings for him, and the happiness it brought him. This made up for the emptiness in my heart to a certain extent, and I cheered up and got off the car. But I insisted on not letting him accompany me into the airport building, because I didn't want to face the reluctance before boarding again, and he agreed. I just watched as I followed the worker who pushed the luggage cart into the hall and disappeared into the crowd, still waving my hand...

"Goodbye, my love!..." the heart calls out.

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"Huh~?"

When I was arranging a seat at the counter, I accidentally bumped my carry-on luggage against the feet of a tall blond man. I looked up and was about to apologize when I felt that he looked familiar. I took off my sunglasses and took a closer look, and found that he was the photographer whom I had met by chance several times in the past few days while strolling on the streets of Liwubu Village and at the two or three tourist attractions that Wei Yang took me to!

"Oh, yes, I saw you a few times in Wubu!" "And the Temple of Poseidon..." He also responded happily. Perhaps, as tourists to Bali, it would be easy for them to notice each other and leave impressions on each other. It turned out that he and I were on the same flight, first going to Taipei to stay for five or six days before transferring to Japan. What’s even more coincidental is that on the flight to Taipei, we were in business class and had adjacent seats!

I am very happy knowing that I have company and won’t feel lonely. We chatted as we boarded the plane together; in the eyes of outsiders, we looked like a "couple" who had just finished their vacation on a famous island and were heading home.

On the plane, we continued chatting while sipping wine. We got along very well and felt like we had known each other for a long time. His name is "Derrick" and he is a professional photographer for an art magazine. He told me that he had come here to photograph the local scenery and folk crafts and thought it was quite rewarding. So I asked curiously:

"You must be very knowledgeable about the culture, right? I like their sculptures very much!"

"Yes, the woodcarvings and stone carvings are wonderful, but what I like most is their music."

"Me too! Gamelan music is especially nice! It's a pity that you can't film the music..."

"So I just recorded it for my own enjoyment..." Derek said with a smile.

"I'm so envious of you! Well, can you let me listen to it?" I asked him with a smile.

"Of course!" Derek took out a data recorder from his coat pocket, helped me put on the small headphones that went into my ear holes, and played a piece of gamelan music that he had collected in East Bali. As soon as I heard it, I was immediately intoxicated and closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling that made me feel so happy and excited...

Under the blue sky and white clouds, the deep ocean rolled up silver-like waves and gently lapped the shore; I seemed to see myself on the beach where palm trees and coconut trees were swaying, my whole body crawling into Wei Yang's arms and lingering; enduring his hard cock, pumping, thrusting, and thrusting in my vagina to the rhythm of the waves. I moan and sob continuously, making sounds like the melody of a gamelan... (Happy music?!)

Whenever I let him penetrate from behind and he reached orgasm, I would quickly turn over and wrap my limbs tightly around Wei Yang like a snake, not letting him leave for even a moment. While she was intoxicated in his gentle embrace, she kept shouting in her heart: "Love me, love me! Wei Yang, Wei Yang baby! Love me forever, don't leave me! "

��When I think about this, my stomach starts to sour and I have to go to the toilet.

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I returned to my seat from the bathroom, hoping Derek hadn't noticed the diamond ring I had worn and now had taken off. He stood up and let me sit down. Then, he took a small bag from the overhead luggage rack, pulled out a music CD, and said he wanted to give it to me:

"It's traditional gamelan, you must know, it's completely different from the pop music nowadays."

"Of course I know. Hey! Are you really going to give me this CD?" I happily accepted it.

"Yeah! I bought a few similar ones in Kuta and gave them as gifts." He nodded.

"Ah, you went to Kuta? Isn't that place full of tourists? How boring!" I asked back.

"Yes, but I went there not for photography, but for entertainment and relaxation!"

"Oh, can you tell me what kind of entertainment can make you relax?" I asked him boldly.

Derek smiled ambiguously, thought for a moment, and then leaned close to my ear and said, "Find a woman to play with!"

"Oh my! You even said something like that!" He almost sighed in his heart, but was secretly excited.

I twisted my shoulders, as if I couldn't accept his direct and explicit confession. But the words that she wanted to say were stuck in her throat. She could only say in a low voice, "Oh! You don't have to continue talking about this!"

"Hey! When you go on a long trip, whether you are single or have a family, whether you are on a business trip or a vacation, you always need to relax and find some new fun. Especially when traveling alone, it is normal to want to find a companion and enjoy the moment! Isn't it, Kimberly?..."

"Oh my God! He, he just said it all: all the most secret things in my heart that no one could know! Did he see or not see that I was wearing a wedding ring? Did he know or not that I took it off in the bathroom on purpose to pretend that I was still "single"? ┅┅

"Oh my god! What should I do? If we really want to discuss this, how should I respond? He has obviously seen Wei Yang and I leaning on each other in the Poseidon Park and knows that I am a woman traveling with a man. If I were really single, of course there would be no problem; but I am a married woman with a husband; this is a big problem!

"Especially, the implication of his words was to hint and point out that although I already had a family, it was normal and understandable for me to go on vacation alone and have a temporary male companion. And if I was also "looking for some new and fun" like him, wouldn't it show that the two of us could also "hit it off"? ┅┅

"Then, if I really had sex with him and had physical relations with him, would he still think that this was me and that it was normal for him to have promiscuous sex with me?" ┅┅But he┅┅is so handsome and has such an artistic temperament that I can't help but be moved┅┅

"No, no! The more I think about it, the more confused my mind becomes, and the more irrational I become!..."

"So, what do you mean?" I don't know why, but I blurted out the words and only asked half of the question.

"What I mean is that even people who travel alone sometimes need a companion, right? Like now..." Derek's hand naturally stroked the back of my left hand, patted it lightly and asked.

"Uh..." I nervously looked down at my hand and pulled it away. Sighing softly: "No!..."

"Eh, Kimberly?" He also looked down and immediately asked in surprise, "Where is the ring you were wearing? Did you forget it in the toilet?"

There was a loud bang in my head: "It's over! He knows everything!" I shook my head in panic and explained: "No...no, I just took it off in the toilet...when I washed my hands after peeing..." He spoke incoherently.

"Oh, that's good!" Derek said with a sigh of relief, but immediately leaned over to my ear and continued, "Kimberly, you know what? Actually, you don't have to go to the bathroom or take off your diamond ring! You are a very attractive woman... I am so excited to see you!..."

At this point, Derek didn't care about my reaction at all. His lips touched my ear and bit it gently. His tongue also licked the back of my earlobe, which made my whole body tremble and burst out with suppressed emotions:

"Ah~! Hiss..." The sound was so loud in my ears that I felt ashamed!

Fortunately, at this time, the lights in the cabin with few passengers dimmed, and the flight attendant came over, handed out headphones, and let the passengers watch the movie on the small screen in front of their seats. Derek's lips left my ear, and he looked up and smiled at her and said, "Can you give us an extra blanket, please?... She's a little cold..." As he said this, his hand was still touching my arm.

The flight attendant nodded: "I'll be right there." After leaving, I shrank to the side to avoid his hand and said angrily: "Oh, please... don't be like that... it's so ugly!" But Derek still asked me with a smile:

"Do you think she knows that we are a couple?"

“Oh my God! How can you be so bold?” He didn’t dare to think further, but his butt was moving in his seat.

The flight attendant came over and said politely, "This is the blanket you asked for, Mrs. Zhang!" As I thanked her and took it, my only hope was that no one would see my face, which had already turned red with embarrassment! ┅┅

Every time I take a plane, whether in first class or business class, the annoying flight attendant will ask the passengers' names one by one whether I am seated properly, and this time was no exception. Originally, she asked in Chinese and I answered, and it was fine if Derek didn't understand; but now, she called me Mrs. Zhang in English in front of him. How should I deal with it and where should I put my face? !

I was extremely confused, afraid that Derek would not understand and still make a fuss about my name, so I tried my best to remain silent; I let him lean over and cover my chest with the blanket, and then gently move his hand to my belly to smooth it and press it as if taking care of a child.

Although I closed my eyes and pursed my lips, my stomach couldn't stand the man's light and frivolous touch, and it suddenly felt numb, sore and itchy!

"Oh~!" I let out a lighter sigh, which Derek took as my agreement. He lifted the blanket slightly, put his hand in and began to caress my chest...

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"Oh my God! How could he...how could he be so presumptuous to me? How could he be so bold!? Did he think of me as some kind of...cheap, dissolute woman!? Was it because my behavior was not dignified or noble enough that he had such improper thoughts!? No, how could I? How could I let him...come in and abuse my breasts as if he were in an empty space!?..."

��But Derek's long, nimble hands were circling and wandering on my chest; sometimes he squeezed my slightly protruding breasts, sometimes he played with the tips of my nipples that had become hard and erect through my thin shirt and bra; he even pinched and gently pulled...

"Ah!...hiss~~!!...ah!" I tried to hold back my gasps for air, but I couldn't hold it back.

I could only arch my shoulders and try to sink my entire chest to avoid his hand. But she couldn't help being stimulated by the touch, and her whole body had a strong sexual reaction. She was stuck in the seat and kept trembling and squirming. She stretched her legs straight, put them together, clamped them tightly, and rubbed them against each other. She even twisted her buttocks slightly to the left and right. At the same time, she could clearly feel the wetness between her legs and the soreness in her lower abdomen...

Under the blanket, I wanted to grab his hand and reject his devilish touch, but somehow, I ended up supporting it and helping him to knead my breasts. I even led it to knead one breast, then moved to the other breast to pinch it, as if it was very familiar with doing this.

"Mrs. Zhang, your reaction is quite strong!" Derek commented in my ear.

"No, please don't say that, okay?! I..." I suppressed the urge to respond to him. But she couldn't say any more. She just bit her lips and hummed a very soft sound like a coquettish voice. At the same time, I thought:

"He... is really going too far! It's as if I have to have a sexual reaction when a man touches my body, and I have to let him judge whether it's strong or not!? What kind of woman does he think I am!? He keeps saying that the flight attendants will think we are a "couple", but in reality, he treats me as a sex toy and makes comments on me!" ┅And deliberately called her Mrs. Zhang┅ Ouch~! ! Oh my God, he actually went a step further and rubbed my waist! ┅"

��That big hand pressed my lower abdomen from the waist, kneading it in a rotating and rotating manner; I finally couldn't bear it any longer, and I thrust my belly upward, again and again, to make do with it; I opened and closed my knees, slightly opened my thighs, squeezed them together, and opened them again, waiting for something to enter; as if I was eager to clamp something...

I let go of my hands that were grabbing his claws, and nervously pulled his strong arms, leaned my upper body against him, rested my head on his shoulder, and panted heavily...

"Unbuckle your waist and let my hand go in," Derek ordered softly.

That tone made me feel a little disgusted, so I deliberately asked, "Why should I listen to you?"

��I questioned in my heart: "You are not my boyfriend or my lover. Why do you order me around? If you really think we are a couple, then come and kiss me!"

"Because you need it! Come, let me kiss you..." Derek tilted his head and leaned close to my ear.

At first, I had to refuse and deliberately avoided my cheek, allowing him to chase me and stretch out his tongue, which almost touched my earlobe, but only touched the edge of the earring; this made me laugh foolishly, thinking that I had won. But he continued to chase me relentlessly. When he licked my earlobe and hooked his tongue behind it, I finally couldn't bear it any longer...

She tilted her head and accepted his hot kiss on her cheek. Then she hummed softly, slowly turned her neck to face him, closed her eyes, and waited for a kiss from the "lovers". ┅┅

He exhaled a fiery breath which fanned my nose and lips, making me feel like his girlfriend and lover even before he kissed me. In the cabin of the night flight, we were so affectionate and affectionate, regardless of whether anyone saw us or not!

��Actually, are we a "couple"? ┅┅I can’t care less!

Derek's lips lingered and rubbed on my lips, sucking and nibbling them. My desire was aroused, and I took the initiative to open my mouth to welcome his tongue, and sucked it hard. After a while of entanglement, he pulled my tongue hard, put it into his mouth, and bit it gently. He didn't let go until I couldn't stand it anymore and hummed.

My tongue was free, and I took the initiative to lick his lips and his chin, which had already grown some stubble. He sighed:

"Ah, you are so passionate and cute!"

His words made me even more crazy and intoxicated. I opened my mouth again and let his tongue penetrate me, thrusting in and out. At the same time, I pulled my hands back under the blanket, struggling desperately to unbutton and unzip my skirt, anxiously waiting for Derek's "magic hand" to reach in again and give me pleasure...

Derek's hot palm squeezed into the loose waist of my skirt and placed his palm on my belly, which was wrapped in pantyhose and briefs and was slightly round due to the sitting or lying position. He gently kneaded and rubbed it in circles, and pressed his lower abdomen with his open fingers from time to time. His fingertips touched the concave place where the base of my legs and my belly connected, which made me itchy and uncomfortable, and my legs began to automatically open and close.

��Now, I finally got something between my legs, something moving and "aggressive"!

My mind gradually became confused and my thoughts became disordered; when I thought about my shameless actions, I felt extremely ashamed on the one hand, but on the other hand I felt extremely excited and anxiously hoped to be relieved.

"Oh, reach inside, reach inside my panties and touch my flesh directly!" I screamed in my heart.

Derek's hands seemed to hear my request. He stretched the elastic waist of my briefs, pressed them against my lower abdomen, and inserted his fingers into the already wet pubic cleft, rubbing and kneading...

"Ah~~Oh! Oh my God!!..." She pursed her lips and hummed the words in her heart, her lower body kept squirming...

Trembling. Wave after wave of stimulation went straight through my body; it drove me crazy and I had to lift both of my legs up and open them so that I could insert my fingers into the hole, in and out, in and out...

But how can you do this on an airplane seat? ┅I can only imagine, imagine myself in that state, with a man's fingers thrusting into my vagina; imagine myself screaming: "Fingers... me! Me! ┅"

I imagine myself rising and falling like the tide, shaking like a great earthquake, and surging like a river; until the torrent bursts out like a flood, overflowing and causing disaster, and being defeated in destruction...

��Swaying, soaring, swaying, shaking...trembling, trembling~ the climax is coming...coming! Here it comes! !

Ah, ah~! ┅┅Ah! ! ┅┅

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No, this is not fantasy, it is real...

��Sway, soar, sway, shake... tremble, tremble...

��It was the plane bouncing, shaking, and trembling in the night sky...

It was the anxiety of flying that made me palpitate, fear, and panic, and it was also the deep nightmare of travelers: the announcement of the shadow of death came from the loudspeaker in the dim cabin:

"Passengers, please fasten your seat belts... We are experiencing unstable air flow during the flight..."

No! ┅It's not airflow! ! ┅┅The plane is shaking! ┅┅

"Ah~~!!..." the passengers cried out in unison. The entire cabin bounced up and down and shook from side to side.

All the sexiness and climax disappeared in an instant, quickly covered by extreme fear. Soul-destroying screams and cries burst out from the mouths of the panicked passengers who were awakened, echoing throughout the small aircraft; without stopping or taking a break, it spread into an even more intense fear, causing me to tightly grasp the arms of the people next to me, with my nails digging deep into the seemingly stiff muscles...

"No! I'm scared, so scared... to death!" she screamed like begging.

Derek's hand was no longer between my legs. Instead, it was covering and protecting my hand that was holding his arm. But he didn't respond to me. His eyes were straight ahead, his mouth was tightly pursed, as if he was concentrating on listening to the news...

"Passengers, please note that the aircraft will be more jolting... But please rest assured that we are still OK and nothing will happen. Please... flight attendants, please check once more that everyone has fastened their seat belts..."

��This was the most terrifying experience I have ever had in my life. "No, I don't want to...I don't want to die!..."

I asked Derek, "Are we...are we...going to die?" My trembling voice was drowned out by the shaking of the plane.

He shook his head and pursed his lips as if to speak: "But it sounds very serious..." Sweat broke out on his forehead. It made me break out in cold sweats. I feel like I am hanging in the air, and I don't know when I will fall into the bottomless abyss; I will almost immediately collapse and faint in extreme fear; I won't have to face the process of destruction and the tragic pain that I don't have the courage to face... However, I still pray for hope that is like a thread hanging on me, hoping that I will not die...

��will miraculously survive...

��Pray, pray like crying in my heart, pray to be allowed to live:

"God, help me, save me! Don't let me die! Whatever you want me to do, I will never do it again! I will agree and do it! Just let me live... give me this life to live... I swear... I will always abide by the rules of being a woman and love my husband! I will never have an affair with another man again!

"God, please, please, please don't punish me like this, for my cheating, for being a traitor. Please forgive me this time, okay? Please, please!!?"

"I... I really... will never... dare to... sleep with a man again! I swear, I swear I will do it, and I will be a good wife!..."

"Ahhhhh!! Help me!" The scream that could not be shouted out came from my chest and was blocked in my mouth...

The plane tilted rapidly to one side and fell. Everyone screamed at the same time...

"No! God!"

The captain's serious voice came from the loudspeaker: "Dear passengers, please hold on tight... We will get up..."

��But the tense tone of the captain's voice and the fact that I could almost feel his struggle made me pee uncontrollably! Wet in my panties and under my skirt... "Ah...ah!!...save me, save me!"

I leaned sideways into Derek's arms, holding him tightly with both hands somehow.

I cried out, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" In my heart, I cried out, "I regret it, I repent!"

"I repent... I have repented everything I have done, all my sins!" But the urine was still flowing, soaking my legs... The tears were also flowing, dripping down my cheeks... I felt Derek holding my shoulders tightly, and his fingers pinching my arms hard...

It became my greatest and only comfort when I faced death...

The plane was still swaying and shaking, and it didn't stop for a long time; the fear had reached the extreme, and the exhaustion was extremely severe. All he could do was resign himself to his fate and accept it helplessly, accepting the retribution for his life's sins: a pitiful death with broken bones and flying flesh and blood. The only one who can feel it at the last moment before the soul leaves the body is Derek, my partner who will share the same fate and go to hell with me...

I kissed him desperately, grabbed him tightly, hugged him tightly... His lips were both cold and hot, his body was both strong and extremely fragile, like mine, it would be shattered in the universe and in the sea...

Death is so unbearable, yet it is something that everyone has to face and no one can escape...

The plane kept falling and falling...

My urine has run out...

Next to Derek...

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��What a blessing!

The plane did not crash. My prayers worked!

It was shaky but struggling, and finally made an emergency landing at the Manila International Airport in the Philippines at around 9pm. All the passengers on the plane cheered and cried with joy for being alive. Hug the people around you tightly and celebrate your rebirth; everything else and the process of what happened are no longer important.

Although it was later discovered that there was a problem with the operating circuit in the cockpit that caused the flight difficulty and necessitated an emergency landing. But to me, it doesn’t matter anymore! I was stunned. As the emergency personnel prepared and guided me off the plane, I held onto Derek's arm and followed everyone into a specific area of ​​the airport building to be checked and questioned. Only then did I realize that my skirt was soaked and I was in an embarrassing situation...

��With no airline representative at the airport [after flights with Taiwan were cut off, China Airlines was banned from landing in the Philippines], the negotiations between passengers and airport staff became a mess; everyone was anxious and had no time to wait, so they were noisy and shouting; it was the ultimate nightmare of travel...

��At this time, the most important thing for travelers is, of course, to connect with relatives and friends at the destination. Since they were told that they could not transfer to other flights to Taipei, everyone had to stay at the Manila airport for one night. They could only continue their unfinished journey the next morning if the plane could be repaired.

But this has also become a big problem: Taiwanese passport holders cannot stay in hotels, and only citizens of other countries can stay overnight. The furious Taiwanese passengers protested loudly, but were treated even more discriminatoryly: they were told that it was good enough that they were allowed to stay in the airport for one night!

"Being a citizen of the Republic of China... is so miserable!" several people sighed to each other in Taiwanese.

"Who will dare to take China Airlines in the future!?" "Isn't it the same for EVA Air?!"

"Fuck, damn it! No wonder the Cantonese call them Luzon boys..."

"┅What a cuckold!┅It's basically a ghost┅"

��Derrick, I, and others who were eligible for better treatment were led to a place where we could make calls. Finally, I got my turn in line to use the international call, dialed directly to Taipei, and told my mother-in-law that I was still in Manila. Then, the airport attendant came to fill in our names, check our documents, and arrange accommodation for us one by one... They also told us that because we could not take out the checked luggage, airport guards would be specially dispatched to accompany those who needed to buy overnight supplies to the duty-free shop.

"Well, that's pretty good!" Someone praised their "art of hospitality".

I felt behind me and found that my skirt was dry. But I also decided to buy some things just in case...

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As expected, this so-called "transit" hotel was nothing more than a government-run guesthouse with strict security and restricted access. It did not have the facilities of a general tourist hotel, and it was not a grand place at all. The only decent thing was that it was clean, there were many service staff working there, and guards were everywhere; probably to deal with the frequent sudden incidents of unrest in this country! ?

Each of us hung up our name tags and waited at the counter for our assigned rooms. As a result, I was naturally assigned to the same room with Derek; that is, I would spend this night in the same bed with him. We smiled at each other and snuggled together. When he put his arms around my waist, I gently twisted my hips, so that we could communicate our feelings to each other more clearly.

When I got the key and entered the room, I already felt like I was having a tryst with my boyfriend: full of anticipation and extremely excited. I put aside the thrilling experience of the past few hours and completely forgot the "oath" I made when the plane was swaying in the air. I was just thinking about the "new and exciting things" I might have in bed with Derek...

��I was immediately overjoyed, looked around the room, pressed the bed, and then ran to the window to look out...

Outside the window, the night lights near the Manila airport flickered, and the sounds of police cars and ambulances could be heard from time to time through the glass windows, strongly showing the unrest in Philippine society; this was in stark contrast to the tranquility and peace of Bali. I was so surprised that I couldn't be more impressed by this country.

��But what does it matter?

I am about to have physical relations with the tenth man on the trip, which is what I long for and pay the most attention to. It also reminds me of the idiom "perfect"...

��And he was so happy and smiled from ear to ear!

Yang Xiaoqing's Confession (23) Me and the Detective Photographer of the Credit Investigation Agency (Part 2)

In the hotel room of the Transit Guest House, Derek felt relieved, put down his backpack full of photographic equipment, closed the curtains, and said that when he arrived in Manila in 1986, he happened to encounter the most chaotic political and social situation in the Philippines. As a result, Marcos was overthrown by the people's power and replaced by Mrs. Aquino in the "transfer of power". He didn't expect that more than ten years later, everything is still a mess and not much better...

I had no interest in politics, so I said, "I'll wash first, okay!" and picked up my purse and the new clothes in the shopping bag. I added, "It may take some time, you have to be patient, okay?" Then I walked into the bathroom and cleaned myself from head to toe, changing out of the ominous clothes that had gone through disasters and were on the verge of death.

��I thought: "Man proposes, God disposes! God spared me death and gave me a handsome man to comfort my frightened heart... Although I have only known him for a short time, our life and death and fate are closely linked. This can be considered a destiny!...

"Plus, he is a man who likes to have fun, play with women, and flirt with women when he travels. He touched my vagina boldly on the plane even though he knew I was married. He is obviously a player and a veteran... Then, when we go to bed, he will not stop until he kills me!...

"Oh my, I still hope he treats me like that, how shameless!"

��I felt my body getting hot and extremely excited; I deliberately put on the narrow white lace bra and panties I had just bought [because I couldn't buy the sexiest ones, so I had to make do with what I had. ］She wore a narrow-waisted light cream dress, light makeup, combed her hair, and put on platinum diamond earrings and a necklace; it was at least acceptable and not shabby and messy...

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��Lightly push the doorknob and get ready to go...

I just heard Derek's voice: "Yes, yes! There is a lot of information, very sufficient..."

"Yes, I recorded it almost every day. A total of eight days, yes... yes, I filmed it all... Although the recording quality is not as good as it could be with the long-distance recording, the telephoto lens image is very clear and is enough to prove that she absolutely cannot deny it..."

"That kind? I have some, too. Yes, very clear and explicit." "Yes, it will take time to sort it out. Maybe two days! I can contact you directly. I know. I will call your hotline. Yes, yes! Thank you, Mr. Zhang..."

��Hang up the phone. Then came the clacking, clacking sound of typing on a laptop keyboard.

��My immediate reaction was: I must have heard it wrong! I must have mistaken the business call between him and the magazine as something related to me. I thought so only because I had survived a great disaster and returned from a calamity, and our fates were intertwined to the point where we were inseparable!

��But he, he said "she", she absolutely can't deny it! So, who is "she"? ┅And who could this "Mr. Zhang" be? ┅┅

"No~!!...No, no!!..." I shouted in my heart, almost out loud. But he stood behind the toilet door as if his whole body was frozen, not taking a single step out! And...

��A loud bang sounded in my head, shaking my mind:

"Him!... Derek!... What kind of artist, photographer is that!?...

"He! He is a foreign private detective! My husband Gu Lai followed me and investigated all the secrets of my solo trip to Bali. He is a spy from a credit investigation agency!!

"He has already investigated my whereabouts and actions over the past eight days and made a complete record. He even has a briefing for my husband and evidence that I absolutely cannot deny!!

"No! How is this possible? How could this happen?!"

��He was screaming in his heart, but his body was almost exhausted and paralyzed. If he hadn't supported himself on the tiles with his hands, if his hands hadn't pressed tightly on his chest, his heart would have probably escaped from his body and jumped out of his chest, and he would have fainted behind the half-open door.

I could barely breathe, but I was still thinking:

"I have to find a way! I must find a way to protect my reputation and chastity... I can't let Derek ruin my future!..."

But my mind and heart were in a mess, and my body was about to give up. I slipped and almost fell to the ground. I had no choice but to hold on to the toilet door handle and squat down slowly...

Only then did I realize that the panties between my legs had been wet again by the urine that was dripping out!

I squatted there, not knowing how long.

On the one hand, he was afraid that Derek would become suspicious, and on the other hand, he was anxious to go out and see what he was doing on the computer; so he supported himself and stood up again. She looked in the mirror, combed her hair, and walked out of the bathroom with a smile on her face.

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"Te La~!..." The announcement of entering the venue was like singing!

Derek looked up from his chair and smiled at me; but he did not nervously turn off the computer as expected to prevent me from seeing it. I just said with a little embarrassment: "Oh, sorry, I was busy sorting out the information..."

"What information? Can I see it?" She put her hands on his shoulders, preventing him from getting up, and leaned close to his ear to ask.

"Okay, okay! Look..." Derek opened several picture windows very familiarly and explained: "This is a folk music performance of Bali Island, this, this is a close-up of the life of local residents, and that, is..."

"Wow! How can I organize all the photos I took? And I must have used a lot of film, right?!"

"Hey, you don't understand. These are all electronic images. They don't use film at all!"

Derek bent down with great interest, took out the digital camera and memory card from his backpack, plugged in the cards, demonstrated how to transfer the images to the computer, and explained it to me. I took a quick look and saw a dozen memory cards in a box, with the words 520-1 and 520-2 written on them...

I looked so ignorant and said in a coquettish voice: "Oh, so that's it! You are so professional at work! And you are also so dedicated!"

After saying that, she stuck out her tongue to lick his ear, whispering, "I like men who work hard like you!" At the same time, she touched his chest with both hands, caressing and pinching it... "That's good. I like your strong muscles!" She kissed from his ear to his neck, licking the slightly salty smell of sweat... "And the smell of a man's wildness..." She licked his ear again, combing his blond hair, and said, "It makes me so excited. I want that!" She pressed her chest against his head, kissing and licking his cheeks; her breathing became rapid...

But his eyes were scanning the computer, looking at the folder names of other files when Derek changed the picture window. I found a lot of folders with numbers like 0725, 26, 27... that looked like secret codes and passwords, as well as 520 folders with the place name of Bali.

He quickly skipped over them and only absentmindedly opened some pictures of natural flowers and birds, or folk art...

"Baby, is there anything better looking? These are so boring!" I asked in a coquettish voice.

��At the same time, he reached down to the waist of his pants... and saw a big bulge in his crotch!

"What's good to see?" he asked with ambiguity in his voice.

"You know, the kind!" I answered, and reached down with my hand, which was caught by the belt, but I managed to move.

With a few swipes of the cursor, Derek played a full-screen video. Although it was not the documentary that I was most afraid of seeing, which was about myself being secretly filmed with a man, the images clearly showed amateur sexual intercourse between men and women, and the sound and light effects were very similar to those of a secret filming, which surprised me. I also thought that maybe Derek was a perverted voyeur, which would explain why he was a private detective...

But she couldn't continue her thoughts because she was attracted by the fight scenes of the goblins on the computer and became more and more excited. She moved to Derek's side and slid down slowly beside him until she knelt on the ground. She unbuckled his belt with both hands, pulled down his zipper, took out his hard penis, and gave him a hand job...

�� even murmured in a tender voice: "Oh, wow, baby! Your cock is so hard and big!" But ����'s tentacles were sticky and she didn't want to suck it; she just leaned against it with her cheeks, rubbing the glans and the shaft. At the same time, he asked, "Tell me, baby! Do you like watching the movie or watching me?"

"Uh... I like them all. You... you are also very sexy..." He just glanced down at me and then looked back at the computer, which made me feel very disgusted. After rubbing his penis a few times, he stopped and said in a coquettish manner: "No more! You only care about the secretly filmed ones, but ignore the real ones..." As he said this, he stood up and complained that he did not understand my heart; that in order to repay him for making me so comfortable on the plane, I was willing to rub his penis and make him feel good; but I could not tolerate that he had other hearts and was thinking about other women in the secretly filmed ones.

"Hey! I didn't take any secret photos. It was clearly a pornographic film I got from the Internet! I thought it was something you liked to watch..."

��After he finished explaining, he turned around and hugged me. He put his hands around my waist, making me lean forward and snuggle into his arms. He immediately kneaded my buttocks through my tight skirt, which immediately aroused my desire and made me moan softly:

"Ah~oh! Ah~oh~wu!! You're so good at touching me!"

Encouraged, Derek also became excited, and his hands kneaded my buttocks more and more urgently and vigorously. Finally, I couldn't resist the physical stimulation. I temporarily put aside all thoughts and indulged in his skillful caress. I lost control of my rationality and became gradually emotionally agitated...

She leaned down and kissed him passionately. She opened her mouth and let him insert his tongue into her mouth, sucking it hard until her lips were torn and she moaned. Then she broke away from the kiss and screamed:

"Oh, wow! You are so good at flirting and teasing women!"

��At the same time, I grabbed him, made him stand up, and hugged me tightly; we kissed passionately again and rubbed our bodies against each other...

Finally, he couldn't stand anymore and fell onto the big bed...

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Even I myself can't understand where I got the courage and the mood from. After suffering two major blows, namely, almost getting screwed over and then finding out that my husband hired a private detective to investigate my whereabouts, I was still able to face the current situation and even arouse sexual desire! ┅┅

I can only say that it was my self-preservation instinct that made me think quickly, use my wisdom, and deal with the situation based on the characteristics of human nature! ?

Because I knew that if I exposed Derek's true identity right then and there, hysterically blamed him for cheating on me, or begged him humbly not to report it to my husband, he might get angry and take even more horrible or unbearable approaches to me: using threats, torturing, raping, and sexually abusing me. In the end, I would still have to worry about him exposing my shameless and lewd behavior of cheating on me...

Instead of using a hard approach, it is better to use soft tactics: first satisfy his physical desires, use your fairly good charm and the so-called mature charm of a middle-aged woman to please him; then go further to win his heart...

��This is my general idea from the time I went to the toilet until now.

I can't say whether it will work or not, but at least I have to do everything I can to use alluring tricks to make him hot-blooded and excited, wanting to occupy my body and conquer my heart. As for me, I want to welcome but also reject...

Besides, Derek is not bad looking, even handsome. In addition, he had touched my private parts in the cabin, which made me feel that my body had long belonged to him. I was willing to let him enjoy it further, and at the same time I could also experience the comfort of another man, a man who had been through life and death with me...

"It should be: Why not do it?!" I said to myself.

��Having said that, it is still difficult to actually do it. Because of a huge contradiction: Should I or shouldn’t I? Can you do it? ┅Do you want to do it with yourself? ┅And so many other complicated questions, all of which were weighing on my mind. I had already fallen onto the bed, but I was still hesitant. Instead, I was unable to use my so-called "charming skills" and "instinct" to seduce men to deal with this private detective who was a fake photographer and a fake artist┅┅

Compared with my previous behavior of actively teasing him, I became a completely different person. I just lay on my back on the bed, letting him kiss and caress me. But in my heart I think I am an extremely shameless and dirty woman...

Derek immediately noticed the change in my reaction:

"What's wrong? Mrs. Zhang, who was so active and flirtatious just now, is like a piece of wood in bed?"

I blushed and was speechless: "I...I...I...I'm not..."

"Nothing? I really don't understand you!" He began to get impatient.

"I'm not... not the kind of woman you imagine..." She was forced to speak incoherently.

"Oh, okay, okay! I didn't say you were..." He pinched my cheek gently and continued:

"Come on, open your mouth! I want to fuck you..." It sounded like persuasion, but also like an order.

"Hmm!...Hmm, Hmm~~!" I did as he said, letting his tongue poke and thrust in...

After poking for a long time, my closed eyelids became wet and my heart was moved. I kissed him back passionately, sucking his tongue; and I felt the pain of his rough stubble rubbing against my lips and chin, feeling more and more excited and aroused; I couldn't help squirming my whole body, and regardless of the tight-waisted dress I was still wearing, I opened my legs, wrapped them around his waist and hips, and began to arch my vagina upwards and shake my buttocks as if to meet him...

��At this time, Derek pushed me and stood up and said:

"Mrs. Zhang, please wait a moment. I'll be right back from the bathroom..."

The anxious heart was instantly disappointed, but also looked forward to it more eagerly: "Then... come back soon, don't keep me waiting..."

"Yeah!" Holding up his pants, Derek bent over the table, turned off the computer, and then quickly ran into the bathroom.

But the door was not closed, so I could hear everything he did from the bed, and it made me think...I should use a condom!

"Hey~! Derek, I forgot my bag in there, can you please bring it to me later?"

"Oh, OK!"

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��I lay there and smiled.

The computer screen on the desk was open and dark; I thought... but I didn't care.

��Next, what Derek and I did was basically the same as what we did with other men; it started with foreplay such as oral sex and handjobs, and then moved on to sexual intercourse in various positions. Although there was nothing special about the body movements, actions, or sweet words exchanged between them, the feeling in my heart was very different from the experience of having sex with other men...

��Is it because of the lack of mutual "trust" that makes love become unfamiliar?

��It's like he's been lying to me and I've been lying to him? ┅It seems as if everything is fake, unreal, and elusive.

Even though his penis was so hard and big, making me feel so comfortable and happy, it was a real feeling; even though my body was violently pumped in and out by him, and rubbed vigorously with both hands, causing a strong excitement and the flow of sexual fluid, which flowed all over my buttocks and soaked a large area of ​​the bed sheets, it was an absolute fact; even I couldn't resist the climax, and the loud and crazy shouting and crying, like silver bells filling my ears, ringing continuously...

��It all seems like they are acting and pretending.

I couldn't help but feel sad, anxious and worried, and tears welled up in my eyes and rolled down my cheeks.

"What's wrong, sweetheart? Why are you crying while playing?" Derek asked with concern.

I held back my tears and just shook my head. But all the words in her heart turned into extreme desire, and she clung to him and screamed, "I want you to love me! You called me sweetheart, so then love me!" But she didn't know how to start.

��Finally, Derek was in a very confused situation and asked me hesitantly if I didn’t like him. ┅Don't like the way he makes love? ┅┅She also asked me if I would cry while having sex with every man? I still just shook my head without saying a word. It was not until he gently wiped the tears from my face with his hands and kissed me that I stopped twitching, raised my head, and wanted to blurt out the question:

"Then, if you find out what happened to me in Bali, will you tell my husband everything?..."

I swallowed it and didn't ask. She could only respond softly and shyly, "Yes, there are men there." At the same time, she felt her face flushed and hot.

Derek didn't ask any further questions, but there was a certain light in his eyes when he looked at me, as if suggesting that the two of us should "understand each other tacitly" and there was no need to continue. But his expression made me feel that all my secrets had been seen through and there was no way I could hide. It was so embarrassing that I finally managed to get out:

"Oh no, don't look at me like that! I'm so embarrassed..."

But what does it mean when I lean on his arms and gently scratch his hairy chest with my fingernails? What does it convey? Even I don’t know! ┅┅

"Why is Mrs. Zhang also shy? How strange and mysterious!"

Derek chuckled and asked teasingly. This made me feel even more embarrassed and my cheeks continued to burn, so I had no choice but to lie on his chest like a spoiled child and respond in a sweet voice:

"What's so mysterious about that? You've already seen through my secrets, haven't you?"

"Not yet. You must have a lot more..." I believe he said that on purpose.

"Men? You mean..." I asked.

"Yeah!" He nodded affirmatively, then shook his head, put his hand under my buttocks, and said:

"Of course there are more... the secrets of the body and the heart, I want to discover them all!"

"Why do you want to?"

"Because... I like you! And..."

"And what?" he asked hastily with a smile.

"And I was with you on the plane, walking through the shadow of death!"

"Oh~!!...Oh, baby, baby~~!..." I screamed and cried with joy, and hugged him tightly, hugging the man who finally told me that he liked me. My heart was shaking and my whole body was burning like fire...

I desperately clung to Derek's neck and screamed in his ear over and over again:

"Baby, I love you! I love you so much!" Tears were streaming down her face and her body was wet again.

"Open me! Discover all my secrets, love me!" I kept shouting in my heart.

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Make love again, make love in full swing, make love with passion, make love full of soul blending and body entanglement. It was a completely new taste, one I had never tasted before in my life. Although the sexual movements, obscene words and sexual intercourse were not much different from those when I had sex with other men before, the strong shock in my heart and the realization that I could be so emotional towards a man I had just met today, but with whom I had been through life and death, was an experience that I will never forget!

In the turmoil of making love, I thought of the vows I made but had already abandoned when the plane was about to fall.

��However, at the same moment when my passion was unrestrained and my soul was soaring, the overwhelming desires were spreading unstoppably and drowning everything; I could only make a revised "new oath" in my heart:

"Just this once, the last time! Let me love and be loved!

"Then, I will never mess around with men or have extramarital affairs again!

"Otherwise, the plane will crash and I will die!"

While crying and shouting, the climax came again. It was like the entire universe exploded, and I was shattered into countless pieces of dust, falling, falling, floating, and floating in nothingness, as if I was dead.

Yang Xiaoqing's Confession (23) Me and the Detective Photographer of the Credit Investigation Agency (Part 2)

All the condoms Wei Yang gave me in my purse were used up by Derek.

��But he still wants, still wants to make love. I couldn't believe that a man could have such great strength and such lasting virility. But I was really happy in my heart, thinking that I was very lucky to have met him, which made my holiday trip very worthwhile. Even though I have sworn not to have an affair again, at least the last, final flame of passion before the end has burned brilliantly and become an eternal memory and a beautiful movement in the poem of life... [Even though he was a private detective hired by my husband to investigate me. ］

Therefore, I always responded enthusiastically to all his requests, showing off my rather attractive charm and my skills in seduction, flattering and tempting him in every way possible, so that he could quickly get an erection again after each ejaculation. I praised his skills in bed repeatedly, which satisfied his male pride. He was just like a player, displaying more exquisite and wonderful sexual techniques. In addition to physical excitement, he was also full of passion, which made me crazy and my soul left my body. I cried and cheered continuously...

"Oh, oh! It's so beautiful, baby! You are so good at playing and making love!..."

"Oh my god, oh my god... you're killing me... you're making me go to heaven!..."

"Woo~~~, I love, I love your cock so much!...

"Me, me!... Never stop... me!!"

Derek pulled his penis out from behind me as I knelt, and with a loud roar, he sprayed his semen all over my ass.

"Ah, baby! It's so beautiful... so good! Are you comfortable? Are you satisfied?" I asked hurriedly.

"Mm! It feels so good, you little slut. It's really soul-stirring..." He said as he stroked my buttocks.

"You like it? If you like me, I will let you play with me forever." I turned around and kissed his penis.

Then, she licked the penis clean of her own vaginal fluid and his remaining semen, and put her lips and tongue into the glans and penis, moving her head straight up, sucking and swallowing at the same time... until he became hard again and gasped and roared:

"I want you again! I want my sweetheart, my Mrs. Zhang again..."

��My slightly swollen lips let go of the cock and asked with a charming smile: "What do you want?"

"I want to fuck your ass..."

"Ah! Come on, fuck Mrs. Zhang's ass!" I quickly got into position to welcome it.

�� His penis poked into my anus and bravely poked into the empty flesh hole in front of me, making me wet and excited again, and I couldn't stop the vaginal fluid from flowing down the inner thighs; I stretched my neck, cried out loudly, and at the same time shook my buttocks, fully feeling the big, thick meat stick like a python, going in and out in my intestines.

Derek inserted his fingers into my vagina, rubbing and kneading them flexibly, and soon brought me to countless orgasms; then, amid my screams and cries, he spread my buttocks to the extreme with his hands, and thrust in and out hundreds of times quickly and fiercely...

��he roared loudly, his whole body trembling, and he spurted out thick semen for who knows how many times, which splashed deep into my body.

He lay on my back, kissing my neck and the side of my cheek; he licked the sweat and tears off my face.

I called softly: "Baby, I love you..."

But it only resulted in silence...

�� and his slight snoring.

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After a while, I moved a little...

Derek on my back was still snoring and didn't respond, so I slowly moved over. Feeling that there was no longer that thing occupying her anus, she slowly wriggled her waist and hips, and slid out of the pressure of his body like a little snake. Then, she turned into a cat, curled up to his ear, and whispered:

"I have to go to the bathroom, baby, you are so sleepy, ok?"

Derek, who was lying prone, probably didn't hear anything. He just hummed softly with saliva at the corner of his mouth.

"Then, please continue to have a sweet dream!" I said to myself, and tiptoed into the bathroom without closing the door.

While she was peeing, she calmed down and thought about the relationship between herself, her husband, and Derek. Thinking about what I did in Bali, the clear and conclusive "evidence" was all in Derek's computer and memory card; when he handed it over to my husband, that would be the day my fate in the Zhang family and even my future life would be destroyed.

It was obvious what I had to do. ┅┅Although I loved him, I couldn't help but protect myself!

After washing and cleaning, I looked at my watch: it was three o'clock in the morning. My heart started pounding.

I returned to my room and sat down at the desk. When I turned on the computer, I was nervous for a moment when I saw that I had to enter a password. Then I remembered that my "ex-boyfriend" had taught me many years ago that I could bypass the password and directly enter the setup program to cancel the system's security password. So I tried to restart the computer, first pressing the F2 or F8 key to log in. Although I didn't understand the strings of small white words on the screen, I fiddled with them based on my intuition and actually saw the C: of Dos flashing. I was immediately excited and recalled those "commands". In the file organization, I selected them one by one and completely killed all the data files and application programs in the computer, leaving only the empty shell of the Microsoft Windows system!

��Then return to Windows and start the hard drive defragmentation program to prevent any attempts to recover the deleted data.

"Shh!..." I finally breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat off my face.

The next step was to find the dozen or so memory cards from the digital camera, insert them into the camera, and after a while of fiddling with buttons, figure out the steps to reformat them. Then, regardless of what was on the cards, I deleted the images on each card.

��Then, I took out the pocket electronic recorder and all the cards with the "code" number 520 written on them from Derek's backpack, demagnetized them, and put them back into the backpack as they were. At the same time, I looked through the other things inside, including CD music discs, maps, guide books, tickets for tourist attractions, and a notebook with many sketches of scenery and people... [Oh, I forgot to tell you that my birthday is May 20th. ］

After making sure there were no coded marks, he felt relieved and looked back at Derek on the bed. He saw that he was sleeping soundly with a satisfied smile on his face. I felt excited about winning the battle after much hard work, but I also felt a little guilty for doing something wrong.

��But the one who is truly evil is probably my husband! ┅He, what right does he have to hire someone to investigate me?

��And the person they hired was a good person, a very cute and strong man...

��It's just like my husband of many years has never loved me!

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���Even Derek knows how to love better than him. He cherishes and cares about me, and he understands women's hearts.

Looking at him from an unknown distance, tears welled up in my sore eyes. I felt that I shouldn't have destroyed all the information about him besides me: his photographs and music. It was like I had become a cold-blooded killer, destroying the creations that others had worked so hard to complete, hurting not only his career, but also his artistic creations and the memories of Bali...

So, I climbed back into bed, nestled beside him, and clung to him tightly; I wanted to feel and give him a little warmth and comfort while he was still asleep; even though my mind was still spinning...

Ruffle his blond hair and kiss his cheek. I called out in my heart: "Baby, forgive me! I had no choice..."

I stroked his chest and gently pinched his nipples, and felt my palms itchy. I couldn't help but arch my body towards him. I felt that I needed him so much and needed him to love me again. No matter what method, gentle or rough, as long as he makes love to me again, I will repay him even if it costs my life to express my inner regret and deep apology.

"Hmm~! Sweetheart... sweetheart~!" Derek called softly in a dreamy voice. Of course it was me who was called!

"Hmm?...Yes,...Yes, I'm here..." Kissing the corner of his mouth.

��He put his big hands around my waist and grabbed my buttocks, pinching and kneading them...

"Ah-oh!...Yes!...Yes!!..." I breathed hotly and started to twist my hips.

Her hand took the initiative to stretch out to rub his hard penis; full of tenderness and love, it filled the bed in the early morning, how could it be expected - the bed in the hotel guesthouse next to Manila Airport...

Passion and sexual desire are released again. When I hurriedly lay on his erect penis, put it in my mouth, sucked and swallowed it, I couldn't help but shed tears; they flowed all over my cheeks and also splashed on his penis, tasting so salty...

"You're such a good sucker!" Derek praised me in his sleep.

"Hmm~~, um!... Um!!..." Although I kept nodding, I didn't know what I meant.

I only knew that I was so anxious, anxious to tell him all the words and all the secrets; so I shamelessly and eagerly climbed on top of him, spread my legs, and squatted to ride on the top of his big penis. Then, sit down...

"Ah!...Ah~~!!..." She raised her head and shouted, shaking her loose hair violently.

She grabbed his hand and pulled it to her chest, feeling the hot palm burning her breasts. Shouting:

"Pinch it! Pinch hard, pinch Mrs. Zhang's breasts! Ah! Yes! Yes!"

Derek opened his eyes and saw my cheeks were covered with tears. He wanted to wipe my tears with heartache, but I shook my head and shouted:

"Leave me alone, leave me alone! Pinch Mrs. Zhang's breasts! Harder, harder..."

"Ah, so good! It hurts, but it feels so good... so comfortable, so comfortable!"

��He squeezed so hard and thrust his body upwards, thrusting into me.

My whole body felt like it was on fire, bouncing, trembling, swaying, and my ass spinning as fast as a millstone, just to fully experience the feeling of that big cock inside me, filling me up, piercing me... driving me crazy, loving him like crazy, and yet it wasn't enough...

The climax suddenly erupted, and it came: "Yes! I'm coming! It's coming again!!..."

I also suddenly felt that this was the last time I would make love with Derek...desperate...

�� cried out in despair: "This is the last time, the last time! ..."

��He looked at me in confusion, not understanding, and kept wiping my tears.

��Until my climax was completely over, I leaned over and kissed him passionately on the face, then said:

"Because you are my last love, that's why I'm crying!"

��He still didn't understand, so he gently stroked my back and called me sweetheart: "The last one is the freshest!"

It made me laugh and cry, my body was shaking and his dick even slipped out!

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Just after six in the morning, someone from the airport hotel knocked on my door...

�� said we had to go. Because the plane had been repaired by technicians who came from Taiwan overnight, it was finally able to take off and continue flying. Derek and I rushed into the bathroom at the same time, urinated, wiped our faces, and combed our hair; we hurriedly packed our luggage, put on our clothes, and boarded the bus with the team as if we were fleeing, heading straight to the airport.

I was actually quite panicked. I didn't care what others thought of me. I had to hold on to Derek tightly so that I would feel solid and not afraid.

Of course, I could only ignore and pretend not to see the sidelong glances from the Taiwanese passengers who were staying overnight at the airport. I thought to myself: "Why are you looking at me with such hypocritical attitude? I didn't take your Republic of China passport! Anyway, I will never take China Airlines again!..."

Fortunately, the plane was flying relatively smoothly, and the captain kept assuring everyone that there would be no problems and that we would be home soon. I was annoyed by what I heard, so I leaned my head on Derek's shoulder and pretended to sleep...

After a long silence, he slowly told me and confessed to me the general process of tracking and investigating my actions in Bali.

�� finally admitted that he was a private detective...

�� was hired by my husband and mother-in-law to collect records of any misconduct I may have during my solo travels...

I closed my eyes, didn't move my head, and replied softly, "I knew it last night."

He said, "I also know that you already know it, so..."

I said, "So we all understand each other..."

"Then why did you destroy the data in the computer? Did you forget that I would save a backup?"

��'s words awakened me from my dream, and I looked up, staring at him blankly, my lips trembling slightly: "Then, then...then you still want to? Or will you... destroy my life? Then...?"

Derek shook his head and looked into my eyes with tenderness and love. At the same time, he raised his arms, put his arms around my shoulders, kissed me on the cheek and said:

"No. Because the backup files are for my own use!"

It is difficult to describe the feeling in my heart at this moment. I just feel a mixture of emotions: all the suppressed fear in my chest is suddenly released and melted into a free flow of catharsis, full of joy; but at the same time, it contains a very strong resentment, and I can't be sure, let alone understand what the reason is...

She could only hold onto Derek's arms tightly, her nails almost digging into his flesh, and rub her cheek against his shoulder. Finally, she raised her head, pursed her lips, stared at him in silence for a long time, and then asked:

"Then, what about Mr. Zhang, no, my husband, how are you going to explain it?"

"Oh, there is a way. Mr. Zhang's wife travels alone, goes sightseeing and comes home on time. Everything is normal, and nothing messy has happened..."

"Really? Where is the evidence!?

"...Also, when you called Mr. Zhang last night, you said...Mrs. Zhang can't deny it?..."

Derek smiled and asked me, "Did you really get that phone call, Mrs. Zhang?"

��I suddenly realized what was going on and laughed my mouth off, then pouted and said coquettishly: "Bad, you are so bad!"

She punched his chest with her fist: "You lied to me for so long..."

"You are the same?!"

��Then, in the bright sunlight shining through the plane window, we kissed and kissed again and again, and we didn't want to stop. Until the flight attendant came and asked us to fasten our seat belts and said we had arrived in Taipei.

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When I was picking up my luggage, it was the last moment I spent alone with Derek. I finally told him my home phone number and asked him to call me. I hung up as soon as the ringtone sounded and then dialed...

"Okay, I can play the way kids do it even without you telling me..." He laughed at me but asked for my cell phone number.

"You will, you will definitely ask me out again? Oh~!" I wanted to give a positive answer, so I held his head and kissed him again.

��He nodded. Then he patted the luggage on the trolley and said, "Then, shall we go first? Bye!"

"Bye~!" I sighed in my heart.

As soon as I passed the customs, I saw the driver Lao Jiang. He drove me back to the mansion in Four Beasts Mountain, my husband’s “home”.

��I saw my mother-in-law, my husband's family, and my husband who was still sleeping; I explained my itinerary and the plane accident, and exchanged a lot of polite words like "If you survive a disaster, you will have good fortune in the future." Finally, I have to go out to do my hair, beauty treatment, makeup, and wear a formal dress to attend my husband's aunt's birthday party...

��I didn’t sleep well last night. I felt so upset and just wanted to be alone.

��Alone, thinking of another person; thinking of him, missing him... Derek, Derek...

I thought that after he had sorted out the information and met my husband, Mr. Zhang, he would call me immediately to arrange a meeting, so that we could spend a good time together and relive the intimacy we had established during the life-and-death ordeal. He would love me dearly, and in bed I would do everything for him with all my strength; but everything would be full of smiles and no tears...

��This thought is the only strength that supports me when I am in Taiwan and facing my husband and his family.

So I waited for his call with full expectation.

��But he never called me to make an appointment.

��And my husband never mentioned the fact that I was traveling alone. Not a word was mentioned, as if it had never happened and he had never cared.

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One day, I was in the bedroom with the door open and heard my husband talking to my mother-in-law in a low voice, saying that someone had died? ! I was startled and nervous at once, and quickly tiptoed behind the door to eavesdrop...

"...Yes, he got into a car accident the next day and died at the bottom of the ramp...I heard it was quite tragic..."

"Who told him to ride a motorcycle? He's not caring about his own life!"

"But, that money should be paid to his company, right? At least it's more humane."

"No~ silly boy, you still have to pay for someone's death!? And the amount is not small, you should take this opportunity to save it!"

"Yes, yes! Mom is right..."

��Then there was no sound and silence for a long time. Then I heard my mother-in-law say:

"Besides, it's not worth spending so much money to get nothing but useless information!"

"Hmm!"

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I stood there...

My eyes went dark, and it seemed as if all the blood in my body was draining away. I could not stand. I squatted down, letting the hot tears flow down my cheeks. I seemed to hear his last words before we parted at the airport: "So, are you leaving first?"

"Leave first!? Leaving first? Leaving first! Leaving first?

"For whom did you leave first? Who told you to leave first?! Who told you to leave first?!...

"Tell me! I want you to tell others!"

��Crying and shouting. But I couldn't make any sound. Everything was suppressed in my heart and body; it turned into tremors and constant shaking. Finally, I lay prone on the marble floor, covering my eyes, pressing down on my eyeballs, letting myself fall into the smoke and ashes of countless sparks exploding, just like experiencing the process of a person's death, experiencing Derek's last moment of life, a terrible experience. "No, no! Baby~!! Don't go, I don't want you to go!"

��Shake your head, hold him, shake your head, hold him, shake your head... The rubbing of your nose against the floor made it wet inside...

��He didn't make a sound until he fainted.

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Later...

For many days, I kept shaking my head. Don’t know what to deny? Or deny everything. She always felt that she had killed Derek and that she was a woman destined to be unlucky with men. I deny, but I cannot deny that I am full of sin, and the source of the sin comes from my body and from my greedy and endless emotional desires.

So I kept thinking: Over the years, I had abnormal relationships with so many men, but in the end, it ended with Derek's life. It made me suddenly realize that I needed to reflect on myself, but at the same time I also realized the absurdity and impermanence of life. I realized that God had given me too much, too much favor, and it was even unfair to take the life of a man who was a complete stranger to me...

Such a lovely man's life...

Outside the window, a drizzle filled the gray sky of Taipei. I stared at the forest on the hilltops that melted into the raindrops on the glass, as if I saw Derek following me on a rented motorcycle in Bali: sometimes in the early morning, sometimes in the evening, no matter if the sun was shining brightly or the rain was pouring, he was always following me, following me as I continued to pursue freedom, men's love, and men's passion...

From the afternoon of my first day in Bali until I left Denpasar Airport on the ninth day, he kept watching and studying me, including my behavior and the men I dated. I guess he was always thinking about me, even when he was sorting out documents late at night; his eyes saw my image and his ears heard my voice; even if he didn't develop feelings for me, at least he had a deep understanding of me; that's why we hit it off as soon as we met at the airport and chatted like old friends...

Compared to the fact that his heart has always been towards me and thinking about me in the past ten days, I have had relationships with many other men... This is my deepest shame and the greatest debt I have to him who is no longer in this world.

I thought he was my last lover, but I didn't expect that I would become his last woman.

I repeated my vow: From now on, I will never mess around with men or have an extramarital affair again!

"I, Yang Xiaoqing, will never, ever, ever have an extramarital affair again!"

That's just...

What should I do next? If you don’t want a man, what do you want? I don't even have a male "friend"...

��And what should I do when I need a man's comfort? ┅┅

��What to rely on when there is no penis to rely on?

��Is it the nose of the mask? With the bamboo flute that Wei Yang carved and that Sam used on me?

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