Secret Diary of a Housewife

Author: miao
Word count: 3248
In the evening, Rongrong told her husband that she had invited some friends to play mahjong. After dinner, it was almost 7:30 after I supervised the children to finish their homework. When I received a call from a friend, I hurriedly packed up my things and went out.
Leaving the house, Rongrong didn’t enter the elevator, but turned to the safe stairwell not far away. After standing quietly for a minute or two, seeing that there was really no movement outside, he immediately walked out quietly, turned a corner and went straight to the door of room 1506 on the same floor, raised his hand and knocked on the door with rhythmic knocking sounds of “kuang, kuang kuang, kuang kuang”. Soon, through the door, you can vaguely hear the slight sound coming from inside. The door was opened a crack from the inside, she straightened her clothes, pushed the door open and entered.
On the other side of the door, there was a thin naked man, who knelt quietly towards her and buried his face on the ground. Seeing Rongrong stepping in, he immediately put his head under her feet and stuck out his tongue to lick the top of her high heels. Rongrong raised her foot slightly, and the man turned his head and grabbed her heel with his mouth. With a slight shake of his head, her shoes were taken off from under her feet smoothly. Soon, a slipper was accurately held to her feet, and the shoes were gently inserted into her feet. Rongrong stepped on the ground with the slippered foot, and then the man put the slipper on her other foot in the same way.
After putting on the shoes, the man turned around at some point, with his head facing the back room and lying on all fours on the ground, Rong Rong sat down on his back with his legs straddling his whole body. Directly in front of them, three middle-aged women were sitting on the sofa eating snacks and chatting. When they saw the man crawling towards them with Rongrong on his back, they all showed cheerful smiles on their faces.

one
Rongrong is thirty-four years old this year and is a full-time housewife. She has a lovely six-year-old daughter, and her husband is a middle-level cadre in a company with a decent income, and the family lives well. Just unknowingly, they have been married for seven years, as the saying goes, “the seven-year itch”. Although they live a comfortable life today, they always repeat the monotonous life every day. Rongrong has not worked since she got married. Apart from taking care of her husband and children, doing laundry and cooking, all she can do in her spare time is go shopping, watch Korean dramas, or play mahjong with her friends to pass the boring time. The passion of life is being exhausted day by day.
Until that day two months ago…
At noon that day, Rongrong was heading home after buying vegetables in a nearby supermarket. When I just entered the community where my home was located and turned around an apartment building, I suddenly saw a figure sweeping past me, and hurriedly ran towards the building where my home was located. Rongrong recognized the man, his name was Wang Ye, and he lived in 1506 on the same floor as her. Because Wang Ye often shared the same elevator with him when commuting to and from get off work, he occasionally chatted with him. She only knew that Wang Ye was an employee of a company and was still living alone, and she knew nothing about it.
When Wang Ye ran past, Rongrong saw the bag he was holding in his hand.Something fell out of the stack. I went up to call him to stop him, but saw that Wang Ye ran away in a hurry and had long since disappeared, as if he hadn’t seen himself either. Rong Rong had no choice but to go forward to pick up what Wang Ye had dropped. It was a CD without a cover, and it looked as if it had been engraved by herself. Rongrong didn’t think much, put the CD into her satchel, and planned to send it to his house later.
The husband hadn’t left work yet, and the daughter hadn’t finished school either. When she got home, she was the only one at home. Rong Rong packed up her things, and only remembered the previous incident when she took out the CD from her bag. I planned to take the CD back to Wang Ye immediately, but thought that I was alone at home at this time, and I was idle, so I might as well take a look at the contents of the CD. Thinking of this, with curiosity, Rongrong turned on the computer and inserted the CD into the disc compartment. There were dozens of video files inside. She randomly selected one and double-clicked to open it. Soon a video began to play immediately. At first, several red English letters YAPOO were printed on the black screen, and Rongrong didn’t know what it meant. Immediately afterwards, after some Japanese subtitles mixed with Chinese characters flashed, the camera quickly cut to a naked man locked in an iron cage full of panties and corsets. Soon, several women appeared on the screen, standing outside the cage watching the man in the cage pointing, talking and laughing. They spoke Japanese, and Rongrong couldn’t understand what they were saying, but from their condescending eyes, Rongrong could easily read the contempt and contempt. What follows is a naked interpretation of these women’s unsightly abuse of men in various ways