Trivial Matters (Por see yee / 破事兒) (破事兒)

How many sparks burn out in a brilliant blaze?

Most merely become dust. Life is rather trivial in hindsight.

Vis Major

You're so punctual today. Professor.

I have to tell you first...

I'm grateful that you turn up to see me.

I do know that

you're a real expert in psychology.

You've been teaching for many years with many good students.

I've always respected you.

Just as what you taught me before. I'm taking record.

I'm not your patient.

Sorry. I know.

But. I also know that I ain't the smartest student in your class.

Not with the best performance.

But today you come to see me with problems. Professor.

No. I don't have any problem.

That's not the reason for me to be here. I know.

You don't have any problem. You've got something to share.

Yes.

Sharing.

Anyway, you want to share it with someone.

And you want to share it with me. I am flattered.

Yes.

Why don't we move to the topic we discussed last time?

What did I say?

Your sex life with your wife. No good.

Really? Did I go that far?

Yes. Our relationship, I think...

It's just like something wrong with the diet.

Could you elaborate?

You didn't make it very clear last time.

Well. A few nights ago.

Like normal.

We had sex.

She wasn't very keen.

On the foreplay.

I always like foreplay.

I did it for long.

She wasn't quite into it.

Can you tell when a woman begins to enjoy it?

You've seen it in films.

She'd twist her body. Like a snake.

That would be a sign.

I kept fondling her during the foreplay.

Hello, KY.

I don't like your look while listening to me.

You must be fantasizing making love with my wife.

You must be fantasizing it.

Can you imagine that it wasn't me?

Who should it be then?

Just imagine anyone else to replace my role.

The action could be the same.

But it mustn't be me. Do you get it?

Could he look like you?

Better not.

Just another type of man... Yes.

What type?

Let's be more specific about your case.

Sure.

Why did you add a pillow?

We both like that.

She said it wouldn't hurt that much.

You are so considerate.

I care about her.

I always do it slowly with a rhythm.

I did it gently to make her horny.

Did you talk to your wife what you needed?

I only hinted.

Sometimes I don't want to be that blunt.

It's not like ordering an army to march.

You wouldn't say Stand or Rest.

Oh. No.

During the interaction

You always feel what her body tries to say.

You always understand your own body language.

For example, what you reach a stage.

When you want her to hold you really tight.

Naturally you'll grasp her legs around your body.

As she keeps scratching your back.

No.

No. She didn't.

Then so what?

I found this photo

on the National Geographic.

I downloaded it.

It's similar to her state.

Dotted...

I don't understand who invented dotted condoms.

It hurts a woman but won't please a man more.

What's the purpose?

So these dotted condoms don't sell very well.

But he bought one the other day.

Did you complain this to your professor husband?

I did. With a long face.

But he never got the message. What can I do?

He thought I enjoyed it. He was screwing hard.

Who is that?

Professor said he didn't like me imagining how he made love to you.

So I imagine another person.

Well. Can you imagine me to be another man?

No problem. It's a bit confusing.

But I'll take a note. Good.

You may go on.

When it hurts I always scratch his back.

But how strange. The pain turned into some pleasure.

He had told me he liked me catching him with my legs.

So I did it with my legs.

So he likes it. But do you?

No. I don't.

Because my family owns a barbecue shop.

When I raised my legs around him,

it reminded me of giving a hand to my dad in the shop.

Watching my dad roasting a pig.

Later I didn't mind.

If he likes it. I would just do it.

But I suddenly thought that it wouldn't work.

Because when I appeared

enjoying it so much Eric would come.

You mean ejaculation?

Do you know how long I haven't had an orgasm?

My last one was on...

Just wait. My last orgasm was on...

My last orgasm was on Christmas Day.

Not long ago.

But it was the Christmas Day 2005.

It's a long time ago then.

So I always relaxed so that he would prolong it a bit.

Then I closed my eyes and prayed.

Orgasm today. Orgasm today.

I couldn't help it.

You thought I didn't know.

Every time when I finished. I always asked her if she had an orgasm.

She stuttered and wouldn't make it clear.

Sometimes you just want to communicate, you know.

So I thought I mustn't come before she did.

No. I couldn't.

What could I do?

I could only divert my attention, you know.

Well. That's normal.

So I was watching TV.

As he made love to me. He was just watching TV.

What do you think of this man?

He never respects me.

He never gives a damn about me and making love.

I always held him. Kiss him. So that he wouldn't watch TV.

When I was screwing, she looked coming.

What could I do? I couldn't watch TV.

What could I do?

I saw her ears and I thought of

Singing a song.

I was singing the song in my mind.

What song should it be?

It didn't matter. Any cartoon theme.

Kick up and just shoot.

It's a good twist...

A twist I couldn't do.

When I sang the word shoot I nearly took a shot.

What happened then?

I switched to another song straight away.

I never believed in god.

But today I feel His presence.

I wasn't praying just now,

I felt a warm stream coming up in my heart.

Bravo. I had an orgasm today.

? I kept telling myself: Relax.

Take it easy. Just enjoy it.

I kept waiting for the orgasm since 2005.

And suddenly. Do you know what I heard?

He just sang the song Dr. Slump to me.

Fuck it.

Do you know how hard it was to me to have something?

He just sang the song Dr. Slump to me.

I had been accumulating that feeling all the time.

And it was destroyed in an instant.

It's just like in the cartoon Dr. Slump.

The petrol car crashed by the heroine Arale Norimaki.

And I was the petrol car crashed by her.

Did you ever talked to him about this?

Doctor. What can I say?

Just tell whatever you want. What happened next?

I relaxed. I let him mess about until he came.

I was screwing. Everything was fine. She had some reaction.

But God knows why, she suddenly became a dead frog.

I am human. I got tired after messing about for long.

My knees hurt. You know the knees take a it of pressure.

I had a broken tendon.

Soon after I moved there was a problem.

I couldn't cum when the moment came.

There was no ejaculation even when I wanted it.

It was like playing soccer.

How did you handle it?

What could I do?

I kept moving fast and dashing. I pretended shivering. I faked ejaculation.

So what then?

I'm a straight shooter.

I'm a good person.

What?

I'm a model citizen.

Give me an example?