Paradise Lost─The Last Line of Defense~Adapted from "Paradise Lost" (Alternative Other Adult Novels)

At dawn Mingde had a dream.

A man looked at him from a field covered with reeds. There was no need to ask who he was, to know that he was Xiulin's husband. Xiulin was nearby, and she pretended not to know as she walked towards the wide road in the wild wind, leaving Mingde and the man looking at each other in bewilderment, holding ears of wheat in between.

These are the only memories left in the dream. The man’s expression disappeared to somewhere, leaving only a kind of cold feeling of wanting to see through everything in my mind.

When Mingde woke up from his dream, he immediately looked around and saw Xiulin sleeping with her back to him. She was completely naked before going to bed, and he didn't know when she got up and changed into pajamas.

The clock beside my pillow pointed to half past five. Daybreak was about to begin, and the thick curtains covering the balcony were slightly white.

Mingde looked at the window which was beginning to get white, thinking back to the dream he had just had.

Is the white Miscanthus in the dream the result of the deep impression of the wild Miscanthus on Qingtiangang Grassland? Perhaps the husband who had always been thinking about Xiulin finally appeared in her dream, but because she had never seen him before, his expression and appearance were vague and formless.

But the sight of Xiulin walking straight away between the two of them made the scene more and more interesting.

After chasing his irrelevant dream, he got up and opened the balcony curtains. There was still thick fog outside, and only the top of Meilun Mountain was faintly visible like a light ink painting.

It would be some time before full daylight came, and the fog covering the plain was drifting rapidly.

Mingde fell asleep again. When he opened his eyes again, it was past half past seven. The morning light filtering through the curtains had become much brighter.

Xiulin was still sleeping. Mingde got out of bed alone and looked out through the gap in the balcony curtains. Under the clear autumn sky, Meilun Mountain was right in front of him. But the area below the mountainside was still covered with fog, with white round blocks of fog suspended in mid-air.

The last time I came to this hotel was also in autumn. As the dust and fog dissipated, the golf course gradually emerged in the light mist, and several figures were seen near the teeing area.

Mingde remembered the excuse of leaving home today, that he was going to Hualien to play basketball. Does the lady believe what he said? Mingde felt guilty for a moment, but immediately closed the curtains as if to get rid of the idea, and his action woke Xiulin up.

"I'm already up..."

"Just woke up."

Mingde remembered the dream about Mr. Xiulin, but did not mention it and returned to bed.

"I want to sleep some more."

Playing golf in the cool autumn weather is certainly enjoyable, but nothing can beat Xiulin's soft and smooth skin.

He reached out to untie the ties of her pajamas, and Xiulin asked in a low voice, "What?"

No need to answer, just want to soak in the morning sex.

"It's still early!"

That being said, time for the tryst is indeed running out.

Mingde kissed the nipples exposed from the collar of her pajamas as if he was being chased by time, and hugged her lower body with both hands.

The fog outside had dissipated, but the two people inside were still in the night.

At dawn, I saw Xiulin’s husband in my dream, but I couldn’t remember his facial features at all.

Although Mingde did not tell Xiulin about this dream, the cold and unpleasant feeling aroused his sexual desire.

On the bed where the morning light could not reach, Mingde tortured Xiulin more than usual, making her always linger in the state of climax and yet not reaching it. Xiulin could not bear it and begged him several times, but he still kept her hanging in the air.

Xiulin didn't know that his cold torture was due to Liming's dream.

After finally reaching the climax, she whispered to him "You are so bad". Her coquettish and resentful expression was so adorable that they fell asleep in each other's arms again.

Are women more likely to fall into a deep sleep after an orgasm? When Mingde woke up, Xiulin was still sleeping.

It was already half past nine, the light coming in from behind the curtains was brighter, and there were birds singing outside the window. The fog had probably dispersed, and the weather was clear and pleasant; the ball players were chasing the little white ball. In contrast to these healthy people, Mingde was still enjoying the warmth of Xiulin's body in bed.

Although I am the only one immersed in this lazy, debauched, unhealthy and immoral world, Mingde is rather happy at this moment.

He moved close to Xiulin, who bent her neck slightly and slowly opened her eyes.

"Fell asleep again."

"Because I was too rough..."

"Don't say that..."

Xiulin stretched out her hand to stop Mingde from speaking and looked at the clock beside her pillow.

"Oops, it's already ten o'clock."

I had planned to visit Taroko and Tianxiang today and return to Taipei in the afternoon, but my dissolute and careless time is gradually coming to an end.

"Wake up?"

Xiulin urged him again, and Mingde let go of the breasts he was fondling and got out of bed.

The curtains in the room were still closed, as if it was night. Xiulin got out of bed and went into the bathroom to take a shower.

Mingde turned on the TV. While the two were indulging in sex, nothing special changed in the world.

Soon, Xiulin walked out of the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror. It was Mingde's turn to take a bath. Mingde spent almost the entire night in physical contact with Xiulin, but he didn't feel any of her scent. He just loved the freshness of Xiulin's skin.

After taking a bath and coming out of the bathroom, the curtains were already drawn and Xiulin was combing her hair in front of the dressing table by the window.

Mingde wanted to touch that fair and slender neck, and said to Xiulin in the mirror:

"it's beautiful……"

"I'm embarrassed to say it, but putting on makeup is much easier after being with you."

"Maybe after doing that, the hormones are active and this part is slippery too."

Mingde touched her arm lightly and Xiulin quickly dodged.

"No, it will mess up my hair."

"It doesn't matter if it's a mess." Mingde kissed Xiulin's neck from behind.

"After sexual satisfaction, women's skin becomes more radiant, while men's becomes more listless."

"That's not the case."

"This is the destiny of males and females. In the end, the males are eaten by the females."

As if the word "fate" was funny, Xiulin smiled in the mirror and said, "Poor Mr. Xiong, put on your clothes quickly." Under Xiulin's order, Mingde reluctantly took off his pajamas and changed his clothes.

After finishing their breakfast and lunch in the hotel restaurant, the two walked out of the hotel. The air is a little cool, but not cold. Arrive at Taroko first in the dazzling autumn sun.

There were quite a lot of tourists on Sunday. They got off at Jiuqu Cave on the way and then walked towards Tianxiang.

There are numerous winding tunnels along this route. Through the holes in the tunnels, you can peek at the vertical cliffs on the opposite bank and the deep and dangerous Liwu Valley.

The two of them enjoyed the cool autumn breeze along the way, and when they arrived in Tianxiang, it was already four o'clock in the afternoon.

If you want to go back to Taipei, you might get stuck in the traffic if you don’t get down the mountain immediately.

"How about it?"

There was no clear answer after asking, maybe Xiulin still didn't want to leave.

"Is it okay to go back later?"

When asked again, Xiulin nodded, and Mingde decided to stay in Tianxiang for a while.

We then crossed the congested mountain road and returned to the restaurant in the city. After having a slightly early dinner, I looked back and saw that the sky surrounding Mount Meilun was already flushed.

Because the mountain is high and the sun sets quickly, the slanting light that leaks through the dark clouds cuts across the mountainside and falls straight to the ground.

Mingde walked to the window, looked at the mountains floating under the red sky and whispered to Xiulin:

"It would be great if I could stay here forever!"

Xiulin didn't answer, but seemed to nod slightly. Mingde mustered up the courage to ask again: "Will you stay another night?"

Xiulin looked at the sky gradually darkening into the evening and nodded, "Okay..."

To be honest, Mingde didn't really want to ask her out, he just asked her out rashly because he thought she would refuse.

"Really?"

"Are you okay?"

When she asked him the question, Mingde was at a loss for words.

Indeed, although it is not that I want to stay but cannot, I still have to contact my wife. He hasn't thought of an excuse yet, and there's also work to do at the company tomorrow. Fortunately, it was an informal job and he didn't have anything urgent to do, but he still had to arrive at the company around ten o'clock at the latest.

What concerned him most was Xiulin's home.

Although I'm going to go out and play with everyone after the class reunion, is it okay to not go home for two consecutive nights? And tomorrow is Monday, so Xiulin's husband has to go to work.

"I can think of a way. As for you..."

He swallowed the words "You still have a husband" and peeked at Xiulin's expression. Xiulin was still looking at the sky full of red clouds after the sunset and whispered:

"As long as you can do it, I can do it."

The sun went down, and the ground surrounded by mountains quickly lost its luster and became dark.

Looking at the dark and lonely ground, Mingde thought of Mr. Xiulin's face whom he had dreamed of at dawn.

Some time has passed and the outlines are blurred, but the cold impression I made at that time still remains.

Did Xiulin foresee that she would have disputes with her husband if she went back, so she decided to stay?

"Really?" Mingde confirmed again. Rather than being worried about Xiulin, he was asking himself whether he could take on the responsibility of Xiulin not wanting to go home.

"It's okay." Xiulin still looked at the darkening mountains, her mind firm and unwavering.

Knowing that Xiulin was determined to stay another night, Mingde walked to the public phone at the entrance of the restaurant and called the hotel.

Fortunately, it was Sunday night and the hotel was empty, so I could stay in the same room as last night.

Afterwards, he called home in annoyance, but his wife was not at home and the answering machine was on. Mingde secretly rejoiced and just said, "My friend made an appointment to stay at the same hotel today, so I'm not going back," and hung up the phone.

There is no problem on his side for the time being, but there is a problem on Xiulin's side.

After returning to the restaurant and telling Xiulin that I had booked a room, I asked her, "Do you want to make a phone call?"

After a moment of contemplation, Xiulin stood up and left, returning in less than a few minutes.

"Is he okay?"

When Mingde, feeling uneasy, asked, Xiulin said, "I don't know," as if it had nothing to do with her.

"But tomorrow is Monday. If you can, you can go back now."

"You want to go back, right?"

Mingde was so nervous when asked this question that he shook his head: "I think you are more important, right?"

"I'll find a way."

Xiulin sounded determined, and since she said so, there was no need to overthink it.

"Then let's just stick together tonight!"

Since Xiulin has already realized this, how can a man be afraid? As for the result, as long as he is with Xiulin, there is nothing to be afraid of.

"Let's go." Mingde suddenly became excited, took Xiulin's hand and said, "Thank you!"

Rather than saying it was to Xiulin who decided to stay, it would be more appropriate to say that it was to thank Xiulin who gave him the courage.

Deciding to stay one more night, the two returned to the hotel.

They returned to the hotel where they had checked out just before noon, and had an indescribable wonderful feeling. The counter clerk took them to the same room as yesterday as if nothing had happened.

It was already dark. The waiter opened the door and lit the lamp. The bed, table and chairs were arranged exactly the same as last night.

After the waiter put down the luggage and left, the two stood in the room looking at each other, and suddenly, without any prior agreement, they hugged each other tightly.

There was no need to exchange any words because they knew each other's feelings too well.

"You didn't come home after all."

"You have to stay with me one more night too."

The words were not spoken, but the tightness of the physical embrace spoke volumes.

Mingde hugged Xiulin even tighter, kissing her while thinking, "Is it okay even if my husband scolds me?"

Xiulin responded to his question, and asked herself, "Is it okay for my wife to be angry?"

Sucking each other's lips greedily, they both answered in their hearts:

"It doesn't matter what she says."

"I don't care what he says."

Their lips parted, Mingde held Xiulin's head and rubbed her ears against his. He knew that they were crossing that line.

Even though they love each other, they cannot cross that last line of defense.

Having come to this point, there is no way back. If they step over here, they will be at the forefront of the hail of bullets, and perhaps the two of them will be shot and fall to the ground.

"Is that ok..."

When Mingde asked again to confirm, Xiulin's cheeks were already wet with tears.

Were these sudden tears caused by the worry about the trouble that would come after not going home for two consecutive days? Or was it because of the excitement you felt after thinking about your decision? In any case, it is meaningless to ask the reason for crying now.

Mingde wiped Xiulin's tear-soaked cheeks with his hands, then took off her coat and unbuttoned her blouse.

The coat and blouse fell at the feet of Xiulin who stood with her eyes closed, and her skirt also fell down, but Xiulin stood there motionless like a doll.

Last night, the pale moonlight quietly seeped in from the balcony to the bedside. Tonight, due to the thick clouds, the balcony was also shrouded in darkness.

Xiulin was left with only a bra and panties on her body. Mingde took off his clothes, picked up Xiulin and carried her to the bed.

The width and elasticity of the bed were the same as last night. The two of them lay down like they were about to collapse, and then hugged each other tightly, with their chests pressed together, waists close together, and limbs intertwined. Xiulin's body temperature was gradually transmitted to Mingde. At the same time, all the things that had occupied his mind just now, such as family, wife, and work, disappeared into the distant place.

At this moment, he was concentrating on blending into Xiulin's warmth, and Mingde had the illusion that he was slowly being sucked into a boundless space. It was a feeling of isolation and degradation. We can't do this. If we continue like this, we will be abandoned by society and fall into an irreversible situation. Although he was muttering in his heart that he couldn't do this, the fact was that he was already familiar with the feeling of decadence, and his body and mind were immersed in the comfort of decadence.

"Danger..." The word flashed through Mingde's mind, but the two had long since stopped talking and once again fell into the garden of pleasure indulging in each other's indulgence.