An awakening in an unknown town, an intense connection, and a triangle of desire and deception that will trap the protagonist in a web of emotions and secrets.
The morning sun filters through the rice paper curtains, illuminating the small room where he wakes up. His mind, still clouded by sleep, suddenly clears with a strange feeling, as if something inside him has changed. He sits up slowly, feeling a new weight in his chest, a clarity that wasn't there before. He gets up and walks to the window, parting the curtains to look out at the village spread out before him. It's China, a place he doesn't recognize, but which somehow feels like his own.
His eyes fall on a young woman walking along the stone path, her figure delicate and graceful. She wears a simple blue silk dress that clings to her body like a second skin, highlighting her soft curves and firm rear. Her breasts, small but attractive, move slightly with each step, and her jet-black hair falls in waves over her shoulders. There is something about her that draws him, an invisible force that calls to him. He knows, with a certainty he cannot explain, that this young woman will be his wife.
He dresses quickly and leaves the room, following the path she has taken. The town is full of life: vendors shout their offers, children laugh as they play, and the aroma of freshly prepared food fills the air. He makes his way through the crowd, his eyes fixed on the figure of the young woman, who seems to glide through the crowd with natural grace.
Finally, he catches up with her in a small garden filled with lotus flowers. She sits on a stone bench, gazing at the pond with a serene expression. He approaches and sits beside her, feeling the warmth of her presence.
"Good morning," he says, his voice soft but firm.
She looks at him, her black eyes shining with curiosity.
"Good morning," he replies, his voice melodious like a bird's song.
There's a comfortable silence between them, as if they already knew each other. He feels a deep connection, something that goes beyond words. But before he can say anything else, a man approaches. He's a neighbor from the village, a middle-aged man with a broad smile and a shrewd gaze.
"Li Ming," the man says, nodding toward the young woman. "I see you've met our new neighbor."
Li Ming nods, his expression now a little more reserved.
—Yes, we just met.
The man turns to him, extending a hand.
—I'm Zhang Wei. Welcome to the village. If you need work, there's always work to be done in my workshop.
He feels a pang of distrust, but something inside tells him to let things take their course. He nods with a polite smile, even though he knows he doesn't need the job. He has other plans, other destinies to fulfill.
Zhang Wei says goodbye with a pat on the shoulder and walks away, but not before giving Li Ming a meaningful look. She looks uncomfortable, but says nothing. He decides to leave, feeling there is something he must see, something he must discover.
He hides behind a nearby tree, watching intently. Li Ming gets up and follows Zhang Wei, his expression now more relaxed. They walk together toward the man's house, and he feels a knot in his stomach. He knows something is about to happen, something that will change everything.
Through the open window, she sees Li Ming kneel before Zhang Wei. The man smiles, a smile that now seems sinister, and places a hand on the young woman's cheek. She closes her eyes, as if waiting for something, and he feels a chill run down his spine.
Zhang Wei slaps her hard, the sound echoing around the room. Li Ming moans softly, but doesn't resist. The man kisses her tenderly, his lips pressing against hers with an intensity he can't ignore. She responds, her hands gripping Zhang Wei's shoulders as he pulls her towards him.
He watches helplessly as the scene unfolds. Zhang Wei lifts her up and sits on her buttocks, his erect member pressing against her. Li Ming moves slowly, using her body to completely envelop him, not letting him out. Her moans fill the room, and he feels a mixture of jealousy and arousal consume him.
The man kisses her again, his hands roaming her body with a familiarity that makes him feel like an intruder. He lures her with sweet words, convincing her to submit to his desires. He makes her his personal chair, fucking her with a ferocity that leaves him breathless.
Then he places her on all fours, her body arched as he penetrates her from behind. The doggy style position highlights her curves, and he can see the look of pleasure on her face. Zhang Wei holds her hips, moving with a relentless rhythm that makes her scream with pleasure.
When they're done, Li Ming adjusts her dress, her face flushed and her hair disheveled. She hugs Zhang Wei, whispering something he can't hear. But she sees the man groping her bottom, his hand squeezing possessively.
"I like it," she says, her voice hoarse with exertion. "You make me feel alive."
Zhang Wei smiles, his gaze full of satisfaction.
—You'll always be mine, Li Ming. No matter what happens.
She nods, her expression knowing. Then she steps away, her dress still disheveled, and walks toward him. She stops in front of him, her face now a mask of innocence.
"Were you looking for me?" she asks, her eyes flashing with a falseness he can clearly see.
He nods, feeling a mixture of pain and confusion.
—Yes, I was looking for you.
She smiles, taking his hand.
—So, why don't we go for a walk?
They walk together, but he can't get the image of her with Zhang Wei out of his head. He knows he's being tricked, that she's turning him into her official idiot boyfriend. But he can't help but feel something for her, a connection that goes beyond reason.
As they walk, he sees Zhang Wei watching them from a distance, his gaze meeting Li Ming's. She gives him a subtle smile, and he knows the game of deception is far from over.
The scene closes with that look, a silent promise that what has begun will only intensify. He wonders how much longer he can endure, how much longer he can pretend he doesn't see what's happening. But for now, he can only keep going, caught in a web of desire, deceit, and destiny that seems impossible to escape.