Revenge on the bed (adult urban life novel)

I used to respect Feili and was very obedient and accommodating to her, but she left.

She asked me for a large sum of money, asked me to buy her a lot of things, and then she left. Money is a small matter. The most important thing is that she hurt my self-esteem and cheated on my feelings.

Only then did I understand that there are good people and hateful people in the world, and there are good people and hateful people among women as well. Fili is a hateful and beautiful woman.

I came to my senses only after she left. As I thought about it, I knew she would come back. This is math. When she was with me, it was mainly for the money. Of course, a small part of it was for emotional reasons - because I wanted to be good to her. Once she leaves, my source of income will be cut off. I believe she will be back in ten months. Because she took one million yuan from me and left, she thought she would be rich and would have more than enough money to spend in her lifetime. She once told me that her dream was to have one million dollars, so I gave it to her to help her realize her dream. She got it and left. But she was not prosperous. She spent over $100,000 a month when she was with me. It is difficult for a person to reduce spending once he or she is used to spending, especially when money comes easily. She had one million yuan, and it was easy to calculate that it would be enough for her for ten months at most.

As a result, she came back to see me after eight months.

She called me to have a cup of coffee and said she wanted to ask me some tax questions. She said I was still her best friend and I could definitely help her.

What a best friend! Missing for eight months, he appeared when needed.

But since I had already calculated that she would come back, I had of course prepared a way to deal with her.

After we met and talked for a few minutes, she suggested renting a karaoke room to sing. It was a good place to talk.

In the room, she said that the tax bureau found out that she had one million yuan in her bank account of unknown origin and asked her to explain. She said it was a gift from her boyfriend. The tax officer said that such a big gift was considered income and should be taxed. She received a sizeable tax bill. She was not convinced and asked me if she could not hand it over.

I told her no because it was the law.

She was very angry and said she thought I was a good friend, but it turned out I couldn't help her.

I kept silent while she sang, drank, and occasionally talked about what happened after we parted. She said she took the money and started a business, but she was unlucky and lost it all. She said there were no men. No man? How is this possible? Her real purpose was to get me to give her money to pay the tax. I would have brought it up on my own initiative in the past, but now I have learned my lesson and I won’t bring it up unless she asks me.

Later, she was quite drunk and gradually moved closer to me. She leaned against me and said that she missed the old days very much. She had everything she wanted, but suddenly lost it all. It was a big blow to her and made her very heartbroken. She actually spoke as if I had abandoned her.

Later she took my hand and put it around her neck, letting me press one of her breasts. It was tempting, but I could resist her temptation because I no longer respected her.

She just let me put my hand there. This was not allowed before, unless you were in bed. But this time it was possible, because she had drunk a lot of wine and because she had a request.

My hand still didn't move, and I struggled with her.

Finally, she couldn't bear it anymore. She held my hand, put her head on my shoulder, and whispered, "You haven't told me what you had a romantic encounter with yet."

I said, “I’ve been waiting for you!”

She said, "You're a liar! You lied to me!" She ran her finger across my face.

I said, "If you say it's a lie, just lie! It's hard to prove it anyway!"

She said, "It's been so long, and you didn't even call me!"

I did fight. When she didn't contact me after the normal tryst days passed, I called her, but found out her number had been cancelled and I never heard from her again. She cheated me of my feelings and my money and then ran away. She knew it herself, but now she is trying to make excuses. Fortunately, I didn't lose everything.

I said, "If we are destined to meet, we can meet even if we are thousands of miles apart. Aren't we meeting again now?"

She said, "Let's go!"

I paid the bill and left with her. She has her own habits. When she said she was leaving, I knew she was not going home. As expected, she didn't take the car, but just walked, and I followed her. She walked towards the place where we used to have our trysts.

We went upstairs and she seemed a little unconvinced because I didn't beg her. In the past, I was asked to make requests.

Every time I begged her while having dinner or watching a movie. Sometimes she would say coldly "No!" and then not do it. But most of the time she said she didn't have enough money, or wanted to buy something very expensive. I agreed and wrote her a check, and then she smiled, but still didn't say okay. She just said "Let's go!" and took me to get a room. There were one or two times when she said it was inconvenient and wanted to go home when we were on the street.

In fact, I should have realized earlier that she only met me for money, and if I wanted to sleep with her, I would have to pay a price.

I don't mind paying, but she puts me under too much pressure and requires me to obey her in everything, and I just can't accept that. I felt even more unconvinced after she left.

This time I adopted a different strategy. It was obviously she who asked me for something, so there was no need for me to be so humble. Of course, if you respect her, you won't have the heart to let her get humiliated, but that may be wrong.

The first step was successful.

We entered the room and she sat on the sofa coldly. I went over to hug her, but she pushed me away. I said, "Then take a shower!"

She said, "I don't want to wash!" because I hadn't asked her to.

I said, "If you don't want to do it, let's go!"

She was stunned. This was an attitude I didn't have before. In the past, when she was so cold, I would always beg her humbly, and in return she would grant my every request. This time I adopted an uncooperative attitude and she didn't know what to do. I sat on the bed and said, "Let's sit for half an hour before leaving. It would be too embarrassing to leave too soon."

After all, she needed my help, and she had no other choice but to do it. After sitting for a while, she finally said, "I'm going to take a shower!"

She went into the bathroom to take a shower and came out soon wrapped in a large towel with all her clothes left inside. I still sat on the bed, leisurely.

She waved her hand and said, "You go wash too!"

I also went to take a shower and came out naked. She had turned out all the lights. I sat down next to her. She said, "The bathroom light is off too!" Because the light from the bathroom was not dark enough in her mind.

I said, "I don't like turning off the lights!" In fact, I really don't like it being pitch dark, but I have never been able to persuade her. She got angry when I asked for more light. This was her strategy to bully me. The more I wanted to see, the more she wouldn't let me see, causing me to always need her help, just like a stick tied to a mule's neck with a carrot hung in front of it. If the mule wants to eat, it moves forward, but this causes the stick to move forward as well, so it can only move forward but cannot get the carrot. But this time I wasn't asking, I was telling her that I had decided to do so.

Her face darkened noticeably in the dim light. She said, “Don’t do that!”

Her tone softened. This is how I deal with this kind of woman. If she needs something from me and I'm tough, she'll become soft.

I said, "It's you who should stop spoiling the fun, okay? You insist on doing your own thing, it's better for you to do it alone.

I just leaned on the pillow, feeling cold.

There was nothing she could do. In the past, I just respected her and didn't want to force a showdown. But this time I'm not afraid.

After a while of being cold, she finally said, "Okay, come on, do it!"

As soon as she lay down, she pushed away the sheet covering her body and closed her eyes. She felt very cold.

She had been very cold in the past, but never to this extent. She was always somewhat cooperative, like touching my nipples and stroking my penis. This time she was uncooperative. She still wants to use that method to make me feel bored, so I have to coax her and make her turn anger into happiness. If I coax her, she will make the conditions.

But I don't want to be coaxed. I turned up the lights.

She murmured, "Don't be so bright!"

But I don't care. At this time I enjoyed it with my eyes. She was truly a natural beauty, with skin so white that she looked like a tube of light or a statue carved from white jade. I only saw her having sex with her the first or second time, but I didn't watch it carefully, thinking there was still a long time to come. But after I developed feelings for her, she turned off the light and stopped showing it to me. Now the light is brighter than the first two times, and I can see clearly. She was a plump type, with full breasts and buttocks, a wide pelvis, and a vagina that was raised like a steamed bun, with a large patch of thick, shiny, and soft pubic hair on the top. I could see that her labia minora was pink, which matched her white skin, and was neat and tidy, not like a bunch of animal organs. The nipples are small and pink. Her armpits were smooth and hairless. She once told me that she was born with no armpit hair. Although she had a lot of pubic hair, people were only allowed to touch it and not to look at it with the light on.

I knelt between her legs and got a good look. What a beautiful woman, but unfortunately her heart is not very beautiful.

I was highly visually stimulated, my penis was very hard, and the angle was just right, so I thrust forward and pressed the tip of my glans against her vaginal opening.

She was so surprised that she immediately opened her eyes and closed her legs. She pushed me and said, "Wear a condom!"

She thought I would do as I did before, touching and kissing her for a long time, and then asking for her permission before inserting. Except for the first two times, she also insisted that I wear a condom.

I said, "Don't wear it, it's too boring!"

"No - no!" She pushed me hard.

In the past, I really didn’t want to wear it, but I respected her and loved her at that time, and thought she had no one else. But now I think differently. I don’t want to wear it because I want to kill her. She said that she treats me as a good friend, but she insists that I wear a condom. If others don't have to wear one, wouldn't they be better friends?

I pushed her hand away and started to attack her forcefully. My glans kept rubbing against her clitoris and vaginal opening. She felt it and her resistance weakened, but she still pushed me.

Then she couldn't hold back any longer, she said, "Let's stay outside for a while!"

In the past, I had to work very hard to persuade her to agree to have such contact outside once, and that time I kept my promise. After enjoying it for a while, I put on a condom and inserted it to ejaculate. So she says this now. She has always trusted me and knew that I keep my promises and will definitely do what I promised, so she asked me to give a verbal promise.

I made a "hmmmm" sound, vaguely as if agreeing, but in fact it was just a sound of enjoyment.

She thought I agreed and let me continue.

But I had no intention of agreeing. Suddenly, I thrust forward and she screamed, "Ah!" and was shocked. It was too late for her to push me away because I had already inserted it all the way. But her feelings made her unable to persist, so she made up her mind and cooperated.

She's just wonderful to work with. Her vagina is plump and tightly wraps around my penis. Without the barrier of a condom, the feeling of penetration with flesh against flesh is truly wonderful. And her skills are top-notch. She moaned, her pelvis moving towards me, her hands wandering over my body, reaching every sensitive part she could reach, and finally concentrating on playing with my two nipples, pushing my senses to a higher level again and again.

Until I couldn't bear it anymore, my penis throbbled and swelled, and I ejaculated inside her. This triggered her orgasm and her vagina sucked me in and out. She also made kitten-like sounds in her throat. This is another lovely characteristic of hers. She reaches orgasm as soon as I ejaculate. This is something that only a few women can do. She never says it’s not enough, and never makes me doubt whether she has had enough. This gives me a sense of accomplishment. If it weren't for this, she wouldn't have been able to deceive me so successfully.

I pulled out and entered a state of limpness.

She's at it again. She gently pushed my shoulder, I rolled away, and she immediately got up to take a shower.

She is always like this, rushing to wash as soon as she is done. She says she has mysophobia. I don’t know if it is true, but she would be like this even if she has no feelings for a man.

She took a long time to wash before coming back, sitting down next to me, and immediately wrapped her body with the sheet.

I closed my eyes to rest, but she was impatient, she nudged me and said, "Hey!"

I also knew what she was going to say. If she hadn't made any requests, she would have been getting dressed and leaving. If she requested, she would stay and "chat" with me.

She's not very smooth, actually. If she was very cunning, she should have tried her best to please me before speaking. Maybe that's one of the reasons I find her lovable—she's still basically straightforward. But sometimes I feel that she despises me so much that she doesn't even bother to please me. I responded with my throat: "What is it?"

She said, "You know I don't have the money to pay those taxes!"

I thought she would protest first because I ejaculated inside her without a condom, but she didn't mention it, which showed that this was a normal thing and others could do it but I couldn't - it was a trick of the mule and the carrot.

I said, "I know you have no income now, I paid for you!"

She was very happy and touched my shoulder, but she didn't know that I was hiding a dagger behind my smile.

I held out my hand and said, "Give me the tax bill and I'll pay it for you."

She said, "No, leave it to me and I will do it myself!"

I said, "That's fine. Go get my checkbook from my pocket and I'll write you a check!"

She brought the checkbook and pen. It was so nice to see her walking around naked; she used to be wrapped in a towel. The mule finally got to eat the carrot. I sat up and said, "Where's the tax bill?"

She said, "Didn't you check the number just now?"

I said, "I didn't count carefully. It would be bad if it's not enough."

She said, "Can't you just count them evenly for me?"

This has always been her habit. When she asks me for money, she never tells me the exact amount. If she says it's more than 4,000, I will write it down as 5,000. If she says it's 7,000 or 8,000, I will write it down as 10,000. It won’t be so easy for me this time. I said, "Bring it here, and I'll write down the exact amount."

She had no choice but to dig out the tax bill from her handbag. This time she walked around and forgot to cover up.

I wrote to her on a pillow. When she saw it, her face turned black. She said, "What is this?"

"It's a promissory note," I said. "It's due in three weeks. You can pay it in the last two days. There's no need to rush."

"But—but—it's not addressed to me!" she said.

I said, "Of course this is not addressed to you. It's addressed to the government. Just pay the check and the matter will be settled."

She was very angry and said, "This is not good. I want you to write it to me and I will deposit it into my account!"

"No," I said, "that's inconvenient. You don't even have to take it. Just put a sticker on it and mail it in."

Her face got even darker and I knew she was angry that her trick had failed. If I just gave her a cash check, she could spend it and then come back to ask me for the tax bill next time. Now she can't use it and can't divert it.

She threw the check back to me and said, "I don't want it!"

But losing your temper is no use now. I said, "Forget it, I'm leaving too. I'm going to take a shower."

I got up to wash, and when I came back she was still sitting on the bed. In the past, she would have already gotten dressed and was ready to leave.

I started to put on my clothes and she patted the bed and said, "Sit down and let's talk."

I sat down and said, "What shall we talk about?"

She said sadly, "Don't you love me anymore?"

I said coldly, "You have walked past me. If you want me to love you, you have to work hard to prove that you are worthy of love!"

She burst into tears, "I got this check to pay my taxes, but I have no money to spend. Now I only have a few dozen dollars left!"

"Oh," I said, "I'll give you some!"

I took out my wallet from my clothes and gave her two thousand yuan.

She said, “What is this?”

I said, "This is the current public price. Some people can't even get this price."

She burst into tears. She said, "What do you-you-take me for?"

I said, "Have you forgotten where I met you?"

I met her in a nightclub. The price was 1,500 yuan per session. After a few weeks, she stopped doing it and I had to support her life. All along, I've paid her more than ten times that. Now we just need to complete the basic steps.

She jumped up and put on her clothes, and I did the same. We seemed to be competing to see who could get dressed faster.