The Temptation of Neighbors - Chapter 17
At this time, Yuan Yaojin asked breathlessly, “How do you feel?”
“Great,” I answered simply.
“No, I’m asking about the environment here?” She smiled.
“Great.” I still said just one word.
“Do you like it?”
“Yes.”
“Then you can stay here and write your novel in peace.”
“I didn’t bring my card with me.”
“I’ve paid for the rent, it’s for a week. I’ll come to see you when I’m free.”
I turned over, looked up at her, and said, “You want to keep a gigolo?”
Yuan Yaojin smiled knowingly and said, “Are you a gigolo?”
“Of course not.”
“Aren’t you bored staying at home every day? A change of environment will definitely be good for your writing…”
“Are you arranging all this for my sake?”
“Not entirely.”
“Then what other purpose do you have?”
“You ask even though you already know the answer. How annoying.”
“Oh, you need my help to cure your infertility.”
“Do you regret it?”
“No, but if I hide here, how can I explain to my wife Fan Qili?”
“Just say you’re going to the countryside for a few days.”
“Is that okay?”
“That should be fine. Qili doesn’t control me too strictly.”
“Yeah, I feel the same way. Will you come again in the evening?”
“I don’t have time to come in the evening.”
“Then when will you come again?”
“I calculated that these days are my ovulation period, so I’ll make time to come see you every day and get your period.”
“You think I’m a breeding boar, don’t you?” I asked with a smile.
“It can’t be helped. I’ve put you through this hardship in order to cure my illness,” she said with embarrassment.
I smiled and said, “I’m happy to bear this hardship.”
“If I get pregnant, I’ll be so grateful to you…”
At that moment, I looked at her face, which was filled with a woman’s intense desire to be a mother.
“How can you thank me?”
“Anything you ask for.”
“Okay, I’ll do my best to cooperate with you.”
“You have the ability to do this kind of thing, and I trust you.”
“You have such confidence in me?”
“If I don’t trust you, who else can I trust?”
“Yeah, you can’t just go around asking for help on the street for help with this kind of thing.”
She raised her lips, smiled, clenched her fist, and hit me on the shoulder, saying, “You’re asking for a fight.”
“Don’t hit me. If you hurt yourself, no one will breed with you. Haha!”
At this, her fists came faster and faster, each blow landing firmly on my back.
The beating hurt, the scolding was love.
I couldn’t tell if she cared for me or loved me, but I knew I was sinking deeper and deeper, unable to control my pounding heart.
I grabbed her fist and asked, “Why haven’t I seen you jogging these past few days?”
“I’ve hooked a big fish. No need to run.” Her hands were frozen, and her mouth began to attack me again.
“What do you mean?” I shuddered, and I quickly sat up and asked.
“You’re the big fish I was going to catch on my morning run, right?” She tilted her head back and made her point more clearly. She wrapped herself in a bath towel and sat across from me, looking completely at odds.
“So you were jogging to get closer to me, to seduce me?” I asked, understanding.
“Who seduced you?” she said with a faint smile.
“No wonder…”
“No wonder what?” she asked eagerly.
“No wonder you weren’t wearing a bra on your morning run. So you were deliberately trying to seduce me.”
“Not wearing a bra means you’re seducing me?” Her face began to flush. She had spilled her secret in an instant, and now it was difficult to smooth things over.
“When you’re running, those soft br3asts of yours trembling in your clothes are even more alluring than when you’re naked…”
“Were you staring at my br3asts while you were running?” she asked with a scornful smile.
“I can’t help it. Who told me I couldn’t resist your temptation?” I shook my head and sighed.
“How dare you say that? I didn’t even put the line out, and I jumped up and took the bait.” She raised her face and giggled.
“You’re faking your thigh sprain and calf cramps, right?”
“What do you mean by faking? Can you fake that?”
“They’re all real?” I asked doubtfully.
“Of course they are. Otherwise, would I be in so much pain? I’m not a professional actor.”
“Seducing someone can also hurt you. You’re such a loser. Why did you seduce me?” I asked again.
“Don’t say it so harshly, okay?” She rolled her eyes at me with disgust.
“Okay, why did you try to hook me, this big fish?” I asked, following her lead.
“After returning from my medical appointment, I wanted to find someone to help me with my medical problems. I don’t know many men, and after a few days of debating, I finally decided to go after my best friend’s husband…” ”
Why me?”
“Because you’re kind and helpful,” she joked.
“Damn, any man would be willing to help with something like that.” ”
Really?” She covered her mouth with a smile.
“What do you like about me?”
“Do you even need to ask? Of course, my handsome looks and muscular physique.”
“Women can be lustful, too, am I right?”
“Actually, I’m mainly attracted to you…” She hesitated.
“What do you like about me?” I became anxious again.
“Because you’re honest and easy to get,” she said, quickly getting up and escaping the bed.
I was really angry. What did she think I was?
Was this how this beautiful woman saw me? Honest and easy to take advantage of?
I jumped out of bed, chased her to the corner of the room, caught her by surprise, pushed her down on the bed, and asked her:
“Am I honest?”
“What’s wrong with being honest?” She struggled and resisted under me.
“Being honest means being stupid and incompetent…”
“I didn’t say that to you.”
“Don’t struggle in vain. I’ll let you see my dishonest side.”
“No…” She subconsciously resisted.
I ignored her objection, stretched out my hand and roughly tore off the bath towel on her body, covered her soft one with a pair of big hands, and rubbed it wantonly like a thug,
She initially resisted feebly, but then became enthusiastically cooperative.
It turns out women have an innate desire for masochism. The rougher I treated her, the louder she screamed. Oh my god, I’m losing my composure.
Besides their dependence and love of being conquered, how many other secrets do they have that men don’t know?
I held back no punches, my hard, fiery c0ck fiercely stretching the narrow gap between her legs. She smiled brightly, her face radiating bliss. She didn’t look like a masochist at all. But I, on the other hand, collapsed on top of her after nearly half an hour of thrusting, exhausted.
What was going on?
Who was raping whom?
After scoring twice, I was exhausted. Luckily, the hotel waiter delivered two takeout orders, and Yuan Yaojin and I dined in our room.
Each order came with two dishes and a soup: one vegetarian and one meat dish. The soups were seaweed and one shredded pork. They were all quite nutritious. After three bowls of rice, my strength had returned, and Yuan Yaojin was about to leave.
She told the waitress to deliver three meals a day: porridge for breakfast, and rice for lunch and dinner. Generally, one meal is enough. If two meals are needed, she will call in advance to inform you.
The waitress nodded and left. Yuan Yaojin also left after telling me to concentrate on writing.
The room was ablaze with fire just now, but now it has become deserted. I like this kind of desertedness. I can finally be alone in peace. There is no noise around me, only the harmonious sound of the wind in nature, and occasionally the quiet singing of birds.
My heart is completely quiet, my thoughts are running at high speed, and my writing ideas are pouring out like a floodgate.
So, I sat in front of the computer, my fingers kept tapping on the keyboard, and Chinese characters jumped on the screen…