Chapter 111: An Important Conversation

Zoe said with a half-smile, "When you called me at noon and heard my moans, did it excite you?"

"Ah?" Jason was stunned for a moment. He didn't know how to respond to her direct mention of moans. Was she being provocative or just speaking without thinking? "I... I..."

In the past, Zoe would definitely give him some reward at such moments, like helping him masturbate to push him into a state of irrationality. But this time, she didn't do that. Instead, she directly asked, "Don't you have a fetish for a Promiscuous wife? So, did you get hard when you heard my moans? You mustn't lie to me."

Jason's heart was pounding like a drum, and his palms were sweating: "Wh...what are you talking about? You're not... not..."

Zoe didn't give him the chance to delve into whether the moans were real or an act. She held his hand and looked at him steadily, saying, "My dear, life is so short. Since we are fortunate enough to be human and are young, living in the best of times, shouldn't we indulge and enjoy ourselves? Isn't it pitiful to let some illusory things bind us? When we are old and look back, if we find that we have nothing but regrets, is that the kind of life you want to live?"

Jason sensed that this was definitely an important conversation that would determine his relationship with Zoe. It was also the first time he had truly understood Zoe's thoughts. He felt that what Zoe said seemed to make sense, but something seemed off: "Your indulgence in pleasure is a bit too... too..."

Zoe interrupted, "The most important thing for a person is to be happy. Whether life is good or not is something we know in our hearts, right?"

Jason nodded.

Zoe continued, "So, we live to be happy. What others think and how morality and ethics are, they are not important at all. What matters is that we are happy and satisfy ourselves. Aren't those seemingly selfless people also just satisfying themselves in their own way? Some people live a whole life following rules strictly, while others live a whole life indulging in pleasure. Do you want to live a whole life bound by so-called rules?"

Jason shook his head. When put this way, he indeed didn't want to live a whole life following rules strictly.

Zoe went on, "Being with me, you will have face in your hometown and a good job. When the company grows bigger in the future, we will have villas, sports cars, and everything. Don't you want such a life?"

In reality, Zoe hadn't given him villas or sports cars yet. She was just making empty promises. But who wouldn't want such a life?

Seeing him nod, Zoe smiled and said, "Isn't that right? As long as you free yourself like me and don't let those hypocritical things bind you, you can get everything. We don't live for anything else but to take advantage of our youth and enjoy the thrills that ordinary people can't experience while we are young!"

"Moreover, we do have our limits. We don't break the law, we don't touch drugs. We live the life we pursue with thrills without hurting others. No one can blame us. You don't need psychological counseling. Follow your heart. If it feels thrilling and comfortable, just continue. If you don't like it, just ignore it. Isn't that great?"

Jason was really persuaded, especially when Zoe said that they had limits, didn't break the law, and didn't hurt others. Why should he have a psychological burden when they just lived their own life behind closed doors?

After accepting Zoe's theory, Jason seemed to understand a lot of things all of a sudden, but he couldn't put them into words right away.

He was convinced, and the next most important thing was to gradually reveal the truth step by step.

Zoe, with her charming smile, kissed his cheek and said, "That's right. As long as we are happy, nothing else matters. You still haven't answered my question just now. You have a fetish for a Promiscuous wife. Were you excited when you heard my moans at noon today?"

Jason's mind had already been guided by Zoe. He hesitated a bit and said, "I... I don't have that kind of fetish..."

Zoe gently guided him, "You have to ask yourself. If you don't have such a fetish, then you definitely won't get an erection when you hear my voice. Did you get an erection at noon?"

Jason didn't know what other men were like. He had a hard time accepting that he had such a fetish: "Your voice is so pleasant, and... and..."

"So you did get an erection, didn't you?" Zoe smiled. "It's just you and me here. I won't tell anyone else. What are you afraid of? Didn't we agree not to be bound by any ethics or morals?"

Jason was silent for a moment and then said, "Even if you say that, I..."

Zoe leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Then let me ask another question. When you masturbate, have you ever thought about other men fucking me?"

When Zoe used the word "fuck", Jason got excited immediately: "I... I..."

"So you have thought about it, haven't you?" Zoe said with a half-smile. "And last time when Ethan came and we played so roughly, you were quite excited, weren't you? So you do have a fetish for a Promiscuous wife. There's nothing wrong with admitting it. I'm not angry because of it."

Jason was very anxious. He couldn't refute Zoe's words: "But... maybe... anyway..."

Zoe leaned half-way into his arms, narrowed her eyes, and said, "Then suppose I sleep with another man, would you prefer someone you know or someone you don't know? Or when you masturbate, who do you think I'm sleeping with?"

If it weren't for the previous buildup, Jason wouldn't have answered this question, or even considered it. But now, following Zoe's line of thinking, he couldn't avoid it.

Zoe definitely had other men, and he had his own special fetish.

The inevitable question followed. He hesitated and said, "I don't know..."

Zoe took his hand and guided it inside her blouse. Although they had done it once before, Jason was still very excited. He pushed aside Zoe's bra and vigorously massaged her beautiful breasts.

While Zoe had already unfastened his belt and was stroking his erect member.

"Close your eyes. Who are you thinking of right now?"

Zoe gently guided him.

The first person that came to Jason's mind was Charles.

He didn't know Charles. He didn't know what he looked like.

But he knew that Charles had slept with Zoe.

In just a moment, he conjured up an image of Charles in his mind.

He was very strong, with great stamina, and a particularly large member. He pinned Zoe down on the bed and thrust into her roughly. Maybe Zoe was still wearing stockings, moaning with pleasure as he fucked her...

"How about it? Is he someone you know?"

Being asked this by Zoe gave Jason a unique thrill, and he subconsciously replied, "No, I don't know him..."

Immediately after, Jason ejaculated in Zoe's hand.

But to be honest, the most pleasurable experience for Jason was still the first time he heard Zoe having sex with someone else over the phone.

This time, although Zoe helped him masturbate, it still felt like something was missing.

Zoe wiped her hand with a tissue. She had gained enough for today. She gently kissed Jason on the cheek and said, "Alright, this should be enough compensation for you, right?"

Jason watched Zoe go back to her room and sat dazed on the sofa for a long time.

Was the compensation Zoe talked about just a hand-job?

Were all the previous conversations just her way of making him feel excited?

The only thing Jason could be sure of was that he and Zoe could never be like an ordinary couple.

Amidst his feelings of loss, there was still a tiny bit of anticipation that made him feel ashamed of himself.

Because the real Zoe was gradually being revealed to him. Once he fully understood Zoe, he wouldn't feel like he didn't match up to her anymore, would he?