Chapter 9: Be More Proactive

Zhang Hao, upon returning home and noticing his parents were not there, went back to his room, locked the door from the inside, and drew the curtains shut.

He was a normal man, unable to resist the allure of his sister-in-law.

After a couple of strokes, his sister-in-law's image popped into Zhang Hao's mind.

If it were his sister-in-law's skilled hands, it would probably feel even better.

No sooner had the thought appeared than Zhang Hao forced himself to snap out of it; she was his sister-in-law, and he should not have such sordid thoughts about her.

But the voluptuous figure of his sister-in-law was simply too overwhelming, lingering in his mind, impossible to dispel.

If there were a next time, he probably wouldn't be able to hold back.

The speed of his hand quickened, and having not released for a long time, he quickly reached the climax.

A low moan escaped him, and Zhang Hao's tense nerves finally relaxed, but the emptiness crept in right after.

He took a couple of tissues to clean up and looked at his appendage, lamenting its lack of use.

In matters of masculine virility he had no issues, yet he didn't even have a girlfriend.

However, Zhang Hao had always had a goddess in his heart, and conveniently, she was in the same class as him.

But Zhang Hao's family was just average, and he felt somewhat inferior when it came to expressing love.

He could only keep this fondness hidden in the depths of his heart.

He never mustered the courage to speak out until he graduated, only to later hear that his goddess was together with a rich second-generation guy from school.

That rich kid, relying on his family's wealth, hadn't attended a single class in four years of college, but had managed to play around with women both on and off campus.

Even the pedestal-standing goddess was taken by him... and the kicker was she didn't seem to care.

As a man himself, Zhang Hao knew all too well the thoughts of men.

Zhang Hao shook his head, consoling himself that everyone has their own pursuits; perhaps the goddess thought she had struck a good deal.

Upon hearing the sounds of a door opening, Zhang Hao stepped out of his room to find his parents had returned.

The two of them had bought quite a lot, with bags big and small filled with meat and vegetables.

Seeing their son at home, they promptly called him out to lend a hand.

"Hao, you've been home for several months now, weren't you supposed to be job hunting?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Hao looked at his old man and said, "Dad, I've been looking, just haven't found anything fitting yet, I'm planning to go to the hospital to check it out in a couple of days."

The old couple had scrimped and saved to send their son to medical school, hoping one day he could open a small clinic to treat people.

Everyone gets headaches and fevers from time to time, and you have to spend money on seeing a doctor, getting medication or injections.

But after graduation, their son wound up unemployed.

"That's good, that's good, you can start with an internship at the hospital, you are a college graduate after all," Zhang Hao's father said.

Zhang Hao sighed inwardly, it was only the older generation who still thought being a college graduate was impressive. Nowadays, college grads were even less valued than construction workers who mixed cement.

But he did indeed need to think about the future. His parents were getting older and he couldn't keep relying on them.

After taking the groceries back to his room, Zhang Hao booted up his computer and created an electronic version of his resume.

He transferred it to his phone, planning to find a print shop in the next few days to print it out.

As darkness fell, Liu Gang came home in a drunken haze, cursing as soon as he stepped through the door.

He Qianhui knew this meant he had been provoked at the dining table again.

Most of Liu Gang's good friends had their own homes and businesses, sons and daughters.

Whereas he, several years into marriage, had nothing to show for it, and didn't want to be on the receiving end of his tirades.

He Qianhui grabbed a nightgown on impulse and dashed into the bathroom to avoid Liu Gang.

Just having entered the house and not seeing his wife anywhere, Liu Gang burst out, "Damn, spent all that money to marry a wife, only to discover after bringing her home that she's a chicken that can't lay eggs."

"If I had known there was money for this, I would have gone out to pay for a woman and maybe by now I'd have a son who could 'fetch soy sauce'."

He Qianhui, listening in the bathroom, knew in her heart that not being able to have a child was definitely not her problem.

It was clearly his 'gun' that wasn't functioning, yet she was the one who had to bear this injustice.

He Qianhui, halfway through her shower, couldn't stand it any longer and came out wearing her nightgown, emerging from the bathroom.

She approached Liu Gang, lowered her voice, and said, "If you're drunk, go back to your room. Don't rant and rave here. If I can't have children, you're well aware of whose fault it really is. Don't tell me you don't know?"

"To continue the Liu family line, these past few days, I've been worse off than a prostitute who stands on the street; at least they make a hundred or two per client."

"Not only do I not make any money, but I also have to pay instead. If you keep going crazy here, I'll have our relatives come over to judge for us."

In all their years of marriage, this was the first time He Qianhui had ever talked back to her own husband.

Liu Gang hadn't expected his wife to be so bold today.

He saw that she was wearing only a camisole, her bust nearly spilling out without a bra beneath, quivering with every step she took.

Liu Gang felt his blood rush to his head, and with a swift motion, he tore the two thin spaghetti straps of her camisole.

As the nightgown slid off, He Qianhui bent down to pick it up, complaining, "This outfit was expensive, what are you doing!"

"Why don't you wear this kind of dress during the day? Maybe Zhang Hao would like it better a bit covered, enticing yet modest."

Liu Gang was a man, after all. Sometimes, when a woman stands naked before him, he feels nothing; it's covering up the critical parts that stirs a man's curiosity.

He Qianhui punched him a couple of times on his body and then ran into the shower area.

After the day's ordeal, she hadn't even managed to clean herself properly.

Warm water poured from her head down to her feet. He Qianhui wiped her cheeks and couldn't tell anymore if it was shower water or tears.

She took the showerhead off its hook, ready to rinse her lower body.

The water falling upon her awoke sensations in He Qianhui, who had long been unsatisfied.

Her hands unconsciously parted her tightly closed lips, letting the water flow over the most sensitive spot of a woman.

Sometimes, what's needed isn't a ferocious stimulus, after all, women are made of water.

Too intense a stimulation might just be counterproductive.

As the water continued to flow down there, her other hand involuntarily touched the fuller area.

She had wanted it so desperately in the afternoon, and now she was stimulated again and craved more.

In He Qianhui's mind appeared the image of Zhang Hao with furrowed brows and lips pursed in a line, tirelessly toiling over her.

That would certainly be much more pleasurable than this.

For some reason, these past couple of days, her body was exceptionally sensitive, ready to lose control with just a touch.

Before, He Qianhui hadn't fantasized about something happening with Zhang Hao.

Only the role of sister-in-law always restrained her.

Until her own man recently conceived this twisted idea just to have a child with the Liu family bloodline.

If she hadn't had those thoughts about Zhang Hao, she would have resolutely refused.

But why couldn't Zhang Hao be a bit more perceptive? Could it be, as her own husband said, that she wasn't seductive enough?

The more He Qianhui thought about it, the angrier she got. She unconsciously increased the strength in her hands until it hurt, snapping her back to reality.

Looking at her own fair, delicate body, He Qianhui made up her mind.

The next time Zhang Hao came over, she would be more proactive than today.

As the saying goes, nothing is more delicious than dumplings, and nothing more fun than playing with the sister-in-law.

If she waited until Zhang Hao had a girlfriend, it would be too late.