On July 12, 2014, a Thursday, An Qianlan returned to Gentle Women's Beauty Salon. The familiar young therapist leads her to the VIP room in the basement.
An Qianlan had asked why she hadn't been to this room before. The therapist explained that the American massage master, a male, insists on using it for his clients. An Qianlan, traditional by nature, was uneasy about a male masseur but was persuaded by the therapist's assurances. She decided to try it, thinking she could stop coming if it felt wrong, though the salon's slimming results were impressive. Still, the idea of undressing completely for a man made her feel exposed.
The room and routine are familiar: a 20-minute bath, followed by a 10-minute massage from the therapist, who then leaves to fetch the "master."
Today, An Qianlan is alert. Her drinking water contains only a small dose of a psychedelic drug, but the bathwater is laced with a double dose of a sensitivity-enhancing liquid.
During the massage, the therapist's accidental brushes against her private areas make An Qianlan clamp her thighs, her body jolting as if electrified.
The room grows quiet until the TVs flicker. The three large screens display the same scene: a naked couple kissing passionately, the man kneading the woman's breasts, the woman stroking his penis. Their moans and kisses fill the room.
An Qianlan, naked on the bed, is flustered. She listens to the sounds, occasionally glancing at the screens before shyly burying her face. Her body grows hotter, her thighs pressing together as she feels herself becoming wet.
Three, five, ten minutes pass. The screens now show the man pinning the woman, his thick penis thrusting into her. The man's heavy breathing and the woman's moans grow louder.
An Qianlan, overcome, touches her breast with one hand and her private area with the other, breathing heavily. Eyes closed, she listens to the moans, her sensitive body ignited with desire. Her face flushes, her breasts swell, and her arousal flows, craving sex.
A pair of large hands rest on her hips, gently kneading. Startled, An Qianlan looks up to see a familiar yet strange face—a naked man kneeling beside her, hands on her hips. It's Nie Wenyu, her first love from university, a man she both loved and hated.
"What are you doing here?! No!" An Qianlan flips over, covering her chest with one hand, propping herself up with the other. Before she can sit, Nie Wenyu pins her down.
Ignoring her cries, he presses her beneath him, grabbing her hands and pinning them to her sides. He parts her legs, his erect penis brushing her wet entrance, grinding briefly before thrusting inside. Her slickness allows easy entry, and he begins to move.
"No! Stop! Nie Wenyu, let me go! I'm married! You can't do this! Please, stop!" An Qianlan screams, struggling.
The moment he enters her, fear, confusion, anger, regret, and a hint of excitement and pleasure overwhelm her, emotions clashing chaotically.
"Please, pull out! Stop, Nie Wenyu! You can't!" she pleads, tears streaming.
Nie Wenyu holds her down, gazing at her tearful face, his hips unrelenting.
His thick penis moves in and out, faster and deeper, drawing out her fluids, soaking their pubic hair, thighs, and the sheets.
An Qianlan's body, hypersensitive from the drugs, betrays her despite her mental resistance. Within five minutes, amidst her cries, she climaxes, her body trembling. Her screams stop, replaced by gasps, eyes closed, mouth open.
Nie Wenyu pauses but stays inside her, releasing her hands to knead her breasts, squeezing out milk that makes them slick and pliable.
He knows women well. His rapid, forceful thrusts were meant to overwhelm her quickly, but her swift climax surprises him—a delightful bonus.
After two minutes, An Qianlan opens her eyes, tears lingering, glaring at him with hatred, grievance, and confusion.
Nie Wenyu meets her gaze, smiles faintly, and says, "Qianlan, I love you!" He leans down, kissing her lips, prying them open to entwine their tongues. His hips resume thrusting, deep and hard.
An Qianlan moans, her weak hands pushing against him, but she lacks strength. She slaps his shoulders and back, her mouth muffled by his kiss, tears falling again.
She loved this man, even after all these years. When he left for the U.S., their breakup devastated her. Now, married, she can't fathom why he's doing this.
Nie Wenyu continues, his thick penis overwhelming her conscious self. She stops hitting him, her hands gripping his back, nails digging into his skin.
He pulls back from the kiss, looking at her with deep affection.
"Qianlan, I love you. I'm back," He says tenderly.
"I hate you! Get off! I'm married! We can't do this!" She snaps.
"I don't care. I only want you," He says firmly.
"But I'm—" An Qianlan begins, softening, momentarily forgetting the violation.
"Don't say it. I only want you. I love you. I don't care that you're married. I just want you to be happy," He says, his voice full of emotion.
Moved by his words, An Qianlan's gaze softens. She loosens her grip, her hands sliding to his arms.
"I'm married," She whispers, shy like a young girl.
"I don't care. I won't disrupt your life, but I want to make you happy. Okay?" He says.
"Okay," She replies, tears falling again, this time from emotion. Unaware, she's been swayed by his lies.
Encouraged, Nie Wenyu thrusts faster. Her tight, slick walls grip him, the sensation exquisite. Each deep thrust hits her cervix, sending waves of pleasure through him.
An Qianlan stops resisting, her legs wrapping around his waist, hands clutching his arms, eyes closed, surrendering to the moment.
This is only her second man, her first love, yet they never made love before. His penis is thick, long—twice her husband's size. His strength and speed, each deep thrust, make her tremble. Sex feels incredible. Could that day at the salon not have been a dream, but this man?
An Qianlan is confused again.
(End of Chapter)