I’d been with Dylan for almost 10 years. Now that he’s approaching 30, his performance in bed has been getting worse and worse. His temper has also become increasingly bad. But me, almost 30 myself, my sexual desire just keeps growing stronger every day. Most of the time, I can only rely on masturbating to satisfy myself. When I came back from a business trip once, I was shocked to discover that Dylan seemed to have returned to how he was when we first started dating. That night, he tied me to the bed and blindfolded me, bringing me to climax again and again. But what confused me was that every time we had sex after that, he insisted I wear a blindfold. At first, I thought it was just his new kink. Later, I realized that during sex, I kept feeling a scar on his back. But Dylan never had any scars on his back… Today was Thursday. It had been over half a month since I returned from my business trip. Strange thing was, ever since I got back, Dylan and his mother Martha had been treating me better and better. But also… weirder and weirier. At first, I didn’t think anything was wrong. I figured it was because I’d been promoted to Manager while Dylan was still just a low-level employee with no hope of advancement. I thought it was simply because I’d become the main breadwinner of the household. Since I came back, Dylan seemed like a different person. Every night, he’d initiate intimacy. He’d leave me completely drained and dizzy. Martha would also bring me a health drink before bed every night and every morning. She claimed it was to “replenish my body.” I thought maybe my luck had finally turned around. That day, my package arrived. It was a see-through nightgown and some pearl-studded panties. I figured since Dylan was putting in so much effort, I shouldn’t disappoint him either. Martha had called that afternoon saying she was going to her hometown in the countryside to bring some things back. So tonight, I wanted to surprise Dylan. I picked up the package and headed home early. Dylan wasn’t off work yet, so I took a shower and carefully pampered my body. My skin was fragrant and smooth all over, absolutely intoxicating. I put on the see-through nightgown and hid in the bedroom closet. After a while, I heard the door open. It was Dylan. “Hello, Mr. Xavier. Yes, once it’s ready I’ll text you and you can come over.” “Mr. Xavier? Why does he sound so deferential and submissive…” Hearing that form of address, I thought, “A client is coming over? Forget it then, it’d be so embarrassing to be dressed like this.” Just as I was about to come out of the closet, I heard Dylan walk into the room. I thought, I can’t go out dressed like this. How mortifying. So I kept waiting. Soon enough, Dylan took a phone call and left. I came out of the closet and changed into regular pajamas. I wore a cami underneath. It was dinner time. I went to the kitchen and found the bird’s nest health drink Martha had left warming in the pot. “How thoughtful.” I picked it up and drank half a bowl. Just as I finished, Dylan came home. When he saw me, he froze. “Lila, what are you doing home?” I was too embarrassed to tell him about the nightgown, so I made up a lie. “Oh, I wasn’t feeling well, so I took the afternoon off and came home early.” I noticed his expression looked off. “What’s wrong? Trouble at work?” My words seemed to snap Dylan back to reality. He forced a smile, walked over and hugged me. “Nothing, I just missed you, babe.” I leaned into his embrace, feeling so warm. Then Dylan noticed the bowl on the table. “You had the health drink?” “Yeah, I was a bit hungry, so I had some first.” “How much did you drink?” “One bowl, I guess.” Hearing this, Dylan seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. His arms around me gradually became less innocent. His lips teased my ear, making me itch unbearably. My body went limp. He picked me up and carried me into the bedroom. Just like the past two weeks, he reached for the black lace, wanting to blindfold me. Watching his movements, I said coquettishly, “Can we not use the blindfold? I want to watch you.” Dylan’s hand froze abruptly, his expression suddenly rigid. I thought he was angry. I figured the lace was just a way to spice things up, and I didn’t want him upset or to ruin such a good mood. “Okay, okay, blindfold me. Go ahead.” Dylan covered my eyes. The loss of vision made my skin even more sensitive. Dylan leaned down, constantly kissing my forehead, nose, lips, neck with his lips, then gradually moving lower. My head was getting foggier and foggier, though not as severely as the previous times. Then I felt the warmth on my body disappear. My clouded mind could only whimper to express my dissatisfaction. “Be good, I’m getting protection. Just wait.” Hearing his voice, I relaxed. After a while, I felt someone’s body press against mine again. I wrapped my arms around his neck, enduring his increasingly rapid rhythm.
At that moment, my hand wandering across his back touched a scar. Not long, maybe 6 or 7 centimeters. Suddenly, a thought flashed through my foggy mind. Dylan didn’t have any scars on his body… I tried to reach up and remove the blindfold to look at Dylan. The next second, my hands were pinned above my head. After a shudder, the person on top of me got up and left. I recovered for a moment, then reached up to remove the blindfold. The first thing I saw was Dylan’s somewhat pale face. Seeing me move, Dylan looked like he’d discovered something terrible. His voice even trembled slightly. “You’re awake already?” I was afraid he’d think I was disappointed in his performance tonight, so I said, “I’m so tired. So sleepy. I want to sleep again.” I reached out to hug him, acting cute. Dylan brought over a washcloth. “Be good, let me clean you up.” I kissed him. “Okay!” Then Dylan brought over the health drink. “Be good, drink this. Replenish your energy.” I was a bit hungry, and since I’d been drinking it every night, I didn’t think anything was wrong. “Okay, thanks honey.” After speaking, I drifted off to sleep in a daze. After it was over, Dylan went to the hallway to make a phone call. “Ten times total. That’s enough! I hope you’ll keep your word. Next week, I want to hear about my promotion to Regional Director.” Dylan’s face was furious, his eyes bloodshot, his fingers digging into the wall so hard his fingertips turned white. The person on the other end laughed. “Dylan, oh Dylan. You’re so blessed, married to such a beautiful and soft wife. What can I do? I can’t get enough of her now.” Dylan’s eyes flew open wide, his voice full of disbelief. “What do you mean?!” “I mean, I want one more time. One last time. I’ll guarantee your promotion to Regional Director.” As if shocked by the other person’s shamelessness, Dylan’s face twisted, his eyes blood-red. “Absolutely not! Xavier, you’ve already slept with my wife ten times. I want to kill you!” Xavier seemed unconcerned by Dylan’s fury. His tone was full of manipulation. “One last time, and I’ll make you Head of Department at headquarters. How about that?” Dylan’s anger seemed to vanish instantly, replaced by disbelief as if struck by a pleasant surprise. “Really? Head of Department at headquarters is way higher than Regional Director!” “Of course.” Without hesitation, Dylan said, “Fine! Tomorrow night!” He hung up, the hatred in his eyes instantly replaced by joy, not a trace of guilt visible. Naturally, he didn’t notice me behind the corner wall, thunderstruck, my expression shattered, desperately covering my mouth…
After I fell asleep, I might have drunk too much water and woke up needing to pee. Though my body felt completely weak and powerless, I definitely didn’t want to wet the bed. Using my last bit of strength, I opened my eyes. I found Dylan was gone. Then I heard voices from the hallway. I listened—it was Dylan. I opened the door and walked out. When I reached the corner, I heard Dylan’s words. “Ten times,” “promotion,” “tomorrow night.” Each phrase stabbed into my heart like a knife, leaving me devastated. I pressed my hands over my mouth, my limbs going cold, my thoughts in chaos. The overwhelming hatred nearly consumed me. I needed to figure out what the hell was going on. With difficulty, I returned to bed and lay back down, pretending nothing had happened. Moments later, Dylan came back. I felt Dylan kiss my forehead, murmuring, “I’m sorry, Lila. Just one last time.” I kept my eyes closed, desperately suppressing my body’s urge to tremble with hatred… The next morning, Martha returned from the countryside. Today, I noticed many things I’d never paid attention to before. Like how the health drinks at night and in the morning only appeared when Dylan and I were intimate. Like how Martha had to watch me drink a full bowl. Like the delighted expression on Martha’s face after I drank the health drink each day, and Dylan’s unnatural attitude. Like… how every time Dylan stopped mid-way, saying he was getting condoms, but I’d never seen used condoms anywhere in the house.
That day, I pretended everything was normal, drank the health drink, and left for work. Actually, after leaving, I took the health drink I’d scooped from the pot and sent it to a testing center. I paid extra for rush results within 8 hours. All day, thinking about what was happening at home, I was on edge, anxious as if being roasted over a fire. I didn’t want to believe that the man I’d been with for 10 years was a freak who’d pimp out his own wife for a promotion! After work, the moment I walked in, Martha pulled her fleshy face into a fake smile. “Oh my, Lila’s home! Come, come, come sit down. Oh honey, I made another health drink tonight. Drink up quickly, it’s so good for your skin.” I took the health drink and brought it to my lips, but kept watching Martha from the corner of my eye. That scheming expression made me sick. I pretended to set down the drink. “Martha, I’m not feeling well today. I don’t want to drink it.” Hearing this, Martha’s voice suddenly shot up eight octaves, sharp and piercing. “What do you drink?! How can you not drink? You must drink!” She actually forced it down my throat. After seeing me finish the whole bowl, she returned to that kind, benevolent expression. “Good Lila, you’re such a blessing to our family.” As she spoke, she kept looking me up and down with a disgusting gaze. Like a man would. I suppressed my nausea. “Martha, I’m going to take a shower.” “Yes, yes, go ahead. A shower is good!” I walked into the bedroom bathroom and started making myself throw up, until I’d expelled all of the health drink! I raised my head, gripping the sink tightly. My eyes were bloodshot from the vomiting, filled with tears. “Dylan! Martha! If you really are this inhuman, then don’t blame me for what comes next!” That night, I did things with Dylan just like before. After throwing up that bowl of drink, I clearly felt that today wasn’t like usual. My mind wasn’t foggy at all. Instead, I was unusually clear-headed. Just as I suspected, after blindfolding me, he got up again for “protection.” After a while, a man came in. When he entered me, I clearly felt the size was wrong! Every previous time my mind had been so hazy, I hadn’t noticed at all! Listening to his voice, my hand touched that scar as always… It really was him! In an instant, I ripped off the blindfold. The man seemed shocked that I would do this and got startled, releasing immediately. I looked at this unfamiliar face. “Who are you?!”
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