The temptation of neighbors - Chapter 5

I opened my eyes and saw the lights were on in the client’s room. It was my wife, Fan Qili, who came in. She came over quietly and sat on my bed.

“Are you awake?” she whispered.

“Well, why aren’t you asleep yet?” I asked.

“I can’t sleep. Give me a fvck,” she whispered.

I was stunned, thinking to myself, “Your husband just got cheated on. He doesn’t have the energy anymore.

” “No, I’m too sleepy. I want to sleep,

” I protested. “Just give me a few, and I won’t make a sound.”

Without giving me any objection, she climbed onto the bed, slipped under my thin blanket, and hurriedly took off her clothes.

I was aroused again. I pressed my wife down, found the perfect position, and gave her the most powerful penetration, then moved silently.

Soon, her eyes blurred and she fell into a trance. With a single thrust, I pushed her to the peak of pleasure, urged by her urging…

The

next day, I woke early and went into my study to write.

It was almost dinner time. I walked into the dining room and saw the table already laden with delicious dishes: spicy chicken, steamed fish, and a large bowl of egg soup.

Even more surprising, I saw a stunning beauty in the kitchen—Yuan Yaojin.

Seeing these three women appear simultaneously made me realize my worries about Qiao Jiayi were unnecessary. They were always together, either shopping, getting beauty treatments, or staying home to play mahjong.

I walked over to the table and sat down.

Yuan Yaojin emerged from the kitchen, handed me a large bowl, and said, “Zhang Wei, this is egg soup Qili made especially for you.”

“What do you mean?” I asked, raising my head. This cold beauty didn’t usually joke with me.

Qiao Jiayi came over and sat down, answering for her, “Eggs for eggs.”

Fan Qili smiled as she brought out two bowls of rice, handed one to Qiao Jiayi, and said, “What eggs for eggs? Didn’t we sleep together last night?”

“Do you think I can’t hear you doing it in the next room?” Qiao Jiayi asked mischievously.

“What? You’re talking nonsense!” Fan Qili, my wife, said cunningly, her face flushing red.

Yuan Yaojin, seeing this, came to the rescue and said, “Jiayi, it’s normal for couples to do that. Don’t say any more. I’m hungry. I only had a small steamed bun this morning.”

So, everyone sat down to eat.

I didn’t dare mess with these three women, because if any one of them got upset, I’d be in trouble.

Let’s not talk about Qiao Jiayi and Fan Qili, just Yuan Yaojin. The fact that I told her I was willing to help with sexual therapy was enough to get me into trouble.

“Yaojin, is your muscle injury healed?” Fan Qili asked, looking up.

It was such a strange thing to bring up. I glanced at Yaojin with lingering fear, and her eyes met mine. I quickly avoided it and turned my head to the side.

“Oh, it’s done,” Yuan Yaojin said lightly.

“Did your brother-in-law help you with it?” Qiao Jiayi asked bluntly.

Qiao Jiayi’s question pushed me to the brink of danger again, as Qiao Jiayi has two brothers-in-law: me and Yuan Yaojin’s husband, Liu Qiangsheng.

I was so flustered that my hand trembled slightly as I lifted my chopsticks.

“No, actually, he’s willing to help me with treatment, but I don’t know his intentions,” Yuan Yaojin replied irrelevantly, giving me a look that shocked my heart so much that it nearly leaped out of my chest.

“What intentions? Didn’t Sister Li tell you?” Qiao Jiayi asked, puzzled.

“As long as you’re fine, stop asking so many questions. Let’s eat,” Fan Qili said.

My wife is always the best in the most critical moment. She saved me from danger.

One mustn’t do anything wrong, or else one will never have a moment’s peace.

I’ve learned a thing or two about the troubles of women. If you’re still looking at the pot while eating from your bowl, you’re bound to get into trouble. Luckily, I was lucky last night, otherwise the world would have been in chaos.

I only ate one bowl of rice, declared myself full, and left.

My wife, Fan Qili, looked at me, bewildered. I usually eat three bowls a day, but why did I have no appetite today? Was I tired from last night?

Didn’t I say I could do it 50 times a day? How could I just give up?

I ignored her thoughts and went into the study to begin another day of writing…

Whenever

it was our turn to play this kind of adult entertainment, I had to put down my work and sit aside, ready to serve the sisters.

Just as I was getting into writing mode, my wife, Fan Qili, called for water.

After a while, I went into the room, got my laptop, and sat on the sofa, reading online novels written by renowned writers, casually awaiting their orders.

I rarely watch TV dramas; they’re such a waste of time.

To me, TV dramas are like art textbooks: they have coherent artwork, but they’re boring.

Online novels, however, are different. They are social and moral education textbooks, primarily written in text. They offer insights into the protagonists’ inner worlds, something television dramas can’t capture. Furthermore, online novels reflect real social phenomena, praising justice, extolling virtue, and inspiring goodness.

So, whenever I have free time, I read online novels. It not only nourishes my mood but also improves my writing skills—

killing two birds with one stone, and it’s incredibly enjoyable. Four beautiful women were locked in a fierce battle at the mahjong table, each one a close call. You pick me up, I pick you up,

and we take turns playing. The one Qiao Jiayi had urged to join in the fun was his cousin, Su Yanfang. The three sisters secretly called her “the loser,” the one who always lost money because she lost nine out of ten times when playing with them, and almost always completely.

But Su Yanfang came from a wealthy family, and she enjoyed the company of the three sisters, even if she kept losing. She always said that money was secondary; happiness was what mattered.

Su Yanfang’s facial features are quite delicate, but her body looks a bit bloated. This is the body shape of the wealthy, and only when you have a broad mind can you be fat.

How could someone like me, who worries all day long about the lack of clicks on my novels and racks my brains to make them more popular, get fat?

If you think about it carefully, writing online novels is not a job for humans. You sit for more than ten hours a day. The chair is padded with a thick layer of sponge, and your buttocks are still sore at night. It’s really not a life for a human being.

But who can blame me for having this belief and this hobby?

I gradually got used to it. I believe that hard work will always be rewarded, just like my morning jogging. It was difficult to stick to it at the beginning, but I gritted my teeth and overcame it, and in return I have a strong body that can cope with sitting with beautiful women.

Seeing the three sisters happily dividing Su Yanfang’s money, I felt a little envious.

We are all human, why am I so tired?