I took that flight attendant's virginity.

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Early winter, growing colder. I first saw you in a small pet shop. The unusually clear winter morning shone through the large glass windows, illuminating the entire room. I felt a little dazed. The sunlight shone behind you, obscuring your face, but your hair, clothes, and hands were bathed in a soft glow.

You stood there quietly, leading a tall golden retriever. For a moment, you seemed to embody all the pure beauty I had ever imagined, like a dream fluttering in the spring sky, so unreal, like fleeting clouds in the eternal sky, no longer connected to the real world. In the gloomy fog, a ray of light pierced through the thick mist, striking my heart hard, making it hard to breathe, and I hadn't even seen your face yet.

"My name is Su Xiao," you said, your long hair tightly bound back with a headband, your glossy black hair obediently framing your ears, your large eyes looking at me brightly, your lips slightly upturned in a stubborn smile.

In an instant,

I woke up from the dream and knew I couldn't love you because I was already married. But I don't know when it started, my heart was full of you, and your heart was full of me. Finally, on the day I was about to go on a business trip, you suddenly appeared at the airport, hugged me tightly, and told me that you loved me and were afraid of being separated.

I didn't say anything, bought a ticket for the same flight, and asked you, "Will you come with me?"

Even as I watched the plane take off and held your hand tightly, I still couldn't believe it was real. It was all too crazy for me.

I got married. My wife was someone I met in college. I knew she wouldn't be the one I loved most because we were so different, but I still married her. It was because of the two years of long-distance relationship, and how she held me tight time and time again, not letting me leave. I believed that my wife truly loved me, but I could never bring myself to love this woman wholeheartedly.

In the hotel lobby, we pretended to be calm, but the moment the door closed behind us, I roughly turned you around and held you tightly in my arms. You looked at me with infinite tenderness. And so I found myself gazing into your eyes, your lips, like rose petals, gently parted, brimming with tenderness.

My head tilted slightly, and you reciprocated, tilting your head to the other side. Then, my gaze slowly moved down from your eyes to your beautiful lips, and you did too. Finally, we both closed our eyes, our lips met, and we melted completely into the anticipated kiss. It

was our first time kissing, and both of us were a little clumsy, but driven by our heartfelt emotions, we quickly fell into a sweet bliss. At that moment, it felt as if only the two of us existed in the world, two people enjoying the most beautiful emotion in the world—love.

In that instant, the word "vacuum" simultaneously popped into our minds. From then on, kissing became the most frequent action we took together, and no matter when or where, we always enjoyed it, experiencing that dizzying happiness. Perhaps only true love between souls can produce such a wonderful feeling, and only true, wholehearted devotion has allowed me to know how blissful kissing can be.

When I removed all your clothes, I was stunned: what beauty! It was a breathtaking sight that words could never describe. I would never believe that such a perfect body existed in the world. Every inch of skin, every pore, every protrusion, every indentation was so perfect. Your face was as beautiful as a fairy's, with willow-leaf eyebrows, almond eyes, a delicate nose, cherry lips, and fair cheeks with a rosy glow. Long, flowing hair cascaded down your neck and shoulders. Your arms were slender, your shoulders rounded, and your soft neck accentuated your sexy collarbones. Your snow-white chest was as smooth as snow on a high mountain. On your chest, your breasts, which could drive one wild with desire, stood proudly upright, with pink nipples like two cherries adorning them. Together with the surrounding pink and alluring areolas, they resembled a pair of tender, shyly blooming flower buds, standing proudly and delicately. Your flat stomach, without an ounce of fat, rose and fell gently with your breath. A rare concave line, seldom seen in East Asians, drew a perfect curve, drawing my gaze downwards.

The triangular black forest was so mysterious and alluring. Your pubic hair was sparse, exactly the type I liked. Your two long, slender legs were tightly pressed together, as if carved from the purest Hetian jade. Your long, shapely legs seemed weak and trembling, collapsing gracefully. Your serpentine, alluring body, which made my blood boil, lay limp on the bed. Beads of sweat glistened on your exquisitely sculpted nose, and a rosy, jade-like flush flowed beneath your cheeks. Your soft, red lips were slightly parted, and I inhaled your virginal fragrance.

I carefully covered you with my own body, feeling a warmth and an unprecedented tranquility. Our skin pressed tightly together, chest to chest, hands clasped. I gently kissed you, touching your lips, then your lingering, pink neck. You let out a soft "oh," and wrapped your arms around my head, pressing me tightly against your body. Your fingers ran through my hair, gently stroking me.

I held your breasts, suckling your soft nipples. The pink, shy nipples slowly hardened on my tongue, standing erect, the areolas spreading imperceptibly. Your glistening breasts were like they'd been smeared with rouge, a shy, blushing pink. You closed your eyes, enjoying the pleasure this man brought you; everything was so natural. There was no resistance, no possessiveness; both of us seemed to regret not doing this sooner.

My hand caressed your lower abdomen, feeling its silky smoothness, then downwards, downwards. When I placed my hand between your legs, I distinctly felt the dampness and warmth. Your soft labia enveloped my fingers, moistening my desire. You frowned slightly, as if in pain. I paused, startled.

"Baby, what's wrong?" I wondered if I'd done something wrong.

You closed your eyes, thought for a long time, and then opened them, saying in a voice barely audible, "Brother, I'm a virgin..." A thunderous boom echoed in my mind. For a moment, I couldn't believe it was true—such a beautiful girl was still a virgin.

I felt as if I were seeing the most precious treasure in the world, unique and irreplaceable. My love for you, at that moment, suddenly made me fall madly in love with this beautiful girl.

I gently caressed your body; everything was so wonderful. I slowly kissed my way down your full breasts, past your lower abdomen, and then suddenly plunged between your legs.

The scent of virginity was so fragrant. In that alluring, dark forest, your labia were glistening, delicate, untouched by human touch. My tongue, like a snake, parted your labia, meandering inwards, and soon encountered that thin barrier.

Moist and warm, the love fluid secreted from your body flowed incessantly, wetting my mouth, and I greedily sucked on that wonderful nectar. "Ah...oh..." you began to moan softly, the sound like a song, like a lament.

Your long, slender thighs tightly gripped my head, your fingers weaving through my hair, your body trembling occasionally.

Your tongue sometimes teased your labia, sometimes tantalized your tiny clitoris, like a glistening, red ruby. Your hands covered your full breasts, your nipples twisting and turning on my fingertips. Your eyes were closed, you looked so intoxicated, so joyful, so entranced.

Your soft lips enveloped your clitoris, letting the small protrusion sway between my lips and teeth, I gently sucked on it, your moans growing louder, softly calling out "Brother, brother." I felt greatly encouraged, my tongue moving even faster and faster on your clitoris, teasing it.

You really are a virgin. After I licked your little hole, the desire that had been building up inside you for so long exploded. You felt a surge of heat all over your body, and waves of impulse spread from your little hole throughout your body like a tide, one wave after another. Your whole body felt like it was being electrocuted, and streams of heat gushed out from your lower body. The girl's slender waist twisted and turned, her face was flushed, her breathing was rapid, and hot air was blowing out of her nostrils.

The girl clamped her legs tightly around my head, straining downwards with all her might, twisting her slender waist and heaving her plump buttocks to meet my tongue, moaning ecstatically. Her eyes were languid, and she occasionally licked her slightly parted cherry lips with her small, fragrant tongue. Suddenly, she felt a surge of heat within her tender orifice, an indescribable comfort and pleasure washing over her. Her whole body convulsed violently, her head shaking rapidly, and then she cried out, "Ah...ah...so good..."

In that instant, she felt as if she had been thrown into the air, the immense pleasure quickly engulfing her. Her body arched high, like a small bridge, her hands gripping mine tightly, her eyes closed, breathing heavily.

You gasped and cried out, overwhelmed by wave after wave of intense, electric-like stimulation. Your teeth clenched, your beautiful neck arched back stiffly, and your eyes gleamed with a captivating, fervent desire. Your long, glossy black hair swayed with your movements, and a fine layer of fragrant sweat glistened on your snow-white skin. The continuous flow of love fluid between your legs even soaked the sheets. I looked at you and smiled slightly. I had no intention of entering your body, because you were so precious, and I couldn't bear to break the virginity a girl had preserved for 22 years. It was also the first time I realized that watching my woman experience ecstasy was such a source of pride.

Your breathing gradually calmed, and your hazy eyes gazed into mine. We locked eyes. I rolled over and lay down beside you, then pulled you tightly to my chest. Your hand rested on my heart, quietly feeling my heartbeat. Your cheek pressed against my chest, warm and broad. For a fleeting moment, you felt that this was the safest place in the world, your lifelong refuge.

Perhaps this is the purest form of love—in that first naked encounter, there was no demand, only giving, and seeing your beloved's surprise filled you with boundless satisfaction. As long as I know you're willing to do anything for me, I'm happy to be good to you in return.

Slowly, you both fell asleep. You lay on top of me, your head rising and falling with my breath. Every now and then, I'd wake from my dream, looking at this incredible woman. I'd stroke your straight nose, your thin lips, and then fall asleep again.

When you opened your eyes again, it was already dawn. You'd slept so soundly, even your dreams were so beautiful. Looking up, I realized I was awake, smiling at this beautiful girl.

"Good morning, my baby."

You opened your eyes, looking at me shyly. My hand gently caressed your breasts. Your breasts were more beautiful than I had ever seen before. Your round breasts were a 32C, the most perfect size for an Asian woman. On your fair breasts were two pink nipples, a color only a virgin could have.

Your breasts were slightly upturned, trembling like jelly with each movement. From above, they looked like two volcanoes, their craters radiating an invisible allure, making me almost feel that cunning yet fiery wildness.

You touched my skin, smooth and hot, your sharp fingers sliding down my chest, across my lower abdomen, and then suddenly shoving them into my underwear, grasping my already erect penis, and stroking it up and down.

"Oh," I cried out softly with pleasure, almost reaching orgasm as I felt that warm palm. As you grasped my penis, my hands also gripped the two towering, volcano-like breasts beneath me, kneading them roughly—two devils that ignited my lust. Then I took one breast into my mouth, clamping it between my lips and beginning to suckle.

Your soft skin felt like paper in my mouth. As I licked and sucked, my penis in your hands began to harden and erect. Your nipples met my tongue, as if melting in my mouth. I sucked on them, feeling their changes, as they hardened and grew larger. My penis, too, changed under your caresses, growing larger, harder, and more elastic.

Beneath your breasts lay a mysterious shadow, concealed by your mature, full breasts. But I could see the white, round belly above the valley between your wide legs. Your navel, like a black jewel, guided my gaze down to that white belly.

A beautiful curve extends to your smooth, fiery, curly pubic hair, as cunning and hot as nipples. I can't see your legs, your feet, or the floor. I can see nothing but the mound of your mons pubis.

My hands slide across your hips, making you feel intimately connected with me. And I myself seem to feel that you are a part of me, like my fingers. And now my fingers are at the center of your upper thighs.

I can feel your warm, elastic hair brushing against my face again. You lean against me, shifting slightly, parting your legs.

My fingers move incessantly between your legs. I feel the coolness of your round thighs, and the wet heat between them. I rest my head on your shoulder, kissing your neck. My lips can feel the throbbing of your neck, and you close your eyes, beginning to let my fingers get to know you, understand you.

It's as if an animal is writhing between your legs. The vagina beneath my fingers becomes wet and warm. I can feel it trembling. I began to caress your lovely, wet labia.

Your labia swelled and trembled under my fingers' touch. Like a writhing maze, they bewitched my fingers, teasing them. I buried my face deeper into your cleft, breathing in your scent. I inhaled your body odor deep into my lungs, feeling so warm and fresh. Your labia trembled. Then I opened my mouth again in your cleft, and you tightened your hips, squeezing my eyelids, playing with my tongue in your cleft. My tongue writhed, tasting your scent, licking your buttocks.

Your thighs clamped around my waist, your labia were completely parted, and your vaginal opening opened happily, wet, licking my fingers. I lowered my head and kissed that cunning little opening passionately, feeling it also pursing its lips to kiss me back. I moved my face down a little, pressing my nose into your vagina, my mouth completely wet.

I brought my mouth to your vaginal opening again, your hairy pubic area rubbing against my face, needing me, begging me to go deeper.

I kissed the glistening, tender flesh of your vulva, moaning. I freed one hand and blindly reached forward, repeatedly rubbing your pointed clitoris with my palm, rubbing that rarely touched tender flesh, making it even more sensitive and tense in a man's hand.

I kissed your vagina, slipping my tongue inside, and your vagina responded by sucking it in, kissing sweetly, moaning happily, calling for me to go deeper, while rubbing against me with your pubic hair.

My tongue licked your clitoris until its base began to harden. You wriggled, letting my tongue know how much it enjoyed being licked like this. I continued to savor the alkaline taste deep within your body. My hands then pinched your nipples and kneaded your mature, full breasts, which were like pillows encased in thin skin, soft and beginning to swell with excitement. As I rubbed your nipples, I could feel the rough, uneven skin rubbing against my palms.

Your body tensed, your snow-white skin flushed red with pleasure. Your breasts grew larger, even the blue veins on them were clearly visible. Love fluid flowed continuously from your vagina, soaking the hotel sheets. You opened your eyes and looked in the mirror; two naked bodies were intertwined, tightly entwined.

"Ah," you began to moan involuntarily. I felt your vagina becoming increasingly wet and hot; I knew you were about to climax. You even involuntarily lifted your buttocks, forcefully pressing your labia against my face, letting my nose rub between them. I stopped, letting you finish.

Your movements became larger and faster, and your gasps and moans turned into ecstatic cries of pleasure: "Ah...ah...brother, I feel so good...oh...faster...faster...I'm going to climax."

I felt a surge of heat well up from deep within my vagina, flowing onto my face. I stuck out my tongue and licked all the love juice into my mouth. You felt that soft tongue, and then, in an instant, you reached your climax. Panting, you fell heavily onto the bed, your eyes half-closed, the slight upturn of your lips telling me how satisfied you were.

I didn't stop, but slowly climbed on top of you and began to kiss your neck, giving you the warmth after your climax. You half-closed your eyes, enjoying my ministrations, utterly satisfied, your breathing gradually calming down.

My penis began to feel a throbbing pain, as if it were about to burst. You rolled over and sat on top of me, slowly kissing me.

One hand still tightly gripped my penis, stroking it incessantly. You finally pulled down my underwear, revealing my penis. You groaned and pressed your lips to it.

The tip of your tongue gently touched the head of my penis a few times, and I began to involuntarily moan softly. You cupped my testicles with one hand, gently kneading them. Your tongue, a warm tongue, slowly began to lick from my scrotum upwards, following the veins and tendons of my penis, tracing its way across my hot and hard genitals. Soon, my penis was covered in your saliva. You lifted your head, looking at my satisfied, slightly closed face, smiled happily, and then suddenly took my entire penis into your mouth.

In that instant, it felt like being surrounded by warm water, even like returning to the womb. I was enveloped by your soft, slippery mouth, and involuntarily pressed your head down, wanting to go deeper. You slowly moved your head, your tongue stirring my penis in places unseen, darting and entwining, clinging desperately to that hard shaft. Then, thrusting deeper and deeper, I could clearly feel the head of my penis touching the deepest part of your mouth, the previously cold area beneath my penis beginning to warm.

I took your hand and guided you to grip the base of my penis, my most sensitive spot. You obediently followed my guidance. I pressed your head down forcefully, and several times, I even felt the head of my penis reaching your throat. From feeling nothing, pleasure arrived in an instant; all the pleasure in my body concentrated in that area, and I began to moan with pleasure.

I couldn't hold back any longer. My hips thrust upwards, my penis plunging deep into your mouth, almost reaching your throat. Then, surrounded by your tongue, I began to ejaculate. A torrent of semen gushed into your mouth. I ejaculated almost ten times before slowly stopping, while my penis continued to throb in your mouth, as if it wasn't enough.

You didn't open your mouth, but let me slowly soften inside you, your tongue teasing the now-softened head of my penis until I calmed down. Then you slowly released my penis and reached out to spit the semen from your mouth onto it, which excited me immensely.

Time passed slowly, and the two seemed to have forgotten the purpose of their trip, only engaging in frenzied lovemaking, resting, making love, resting...

After both of them reached orgasm, they lay there watching their reflections in the mirror, teasing each other, before being drawn back into endless entanglement by a passionate glance. I never knew that sex without penetration could give me such a perfect sexual experience, one I had never had before and could never have imagined.

Until I could no longer ejaculate, only my penis throbbing, and your moans began to grow hoarse, we finally collapsed onto the bed, utterly exhausted, motionless. You lay on top of me, your deep breaths from hours of frenzied lovemaking tickling my nose.

I looked at this girl with bliss, as if she were the most perfect treasure in the world.

And I, I never asked for anything from you, at most just pressing the head of my penis against the entrance of your vagina, letting your labia grip the head of my penis as it tried to penetrate, gently sliding it a few times, coating it with slippery love juice. You let me do this without worry, because you knew I was just doing it for you and wouldn't break your 22 years of chastity.

Time flew by, and before I knew it, the meeting was over, and I had to go back. That night, you looked at me, knowing that we had to pretend nothing was wrong when we got back. You buried your head in my arms and cried. I didn't know what to say or do, so I just held you tightly. After a long while, when you stopped crying, you looked up at me silently and whispered, "Brother, I can't give you what you want right now, but I know you've been holding back a lot. Let's do it from behind!"

I was stunned, as if I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I didn't react for a moment and just hummed in agreement. You took my hand and slowly guided it down your back, stopping at your anus.

"I wanted to give it to you when we got married, but I didn't want to see you so sad. Let's go in from here, okay?"

I didn't say anything more, but my heart was filled with gratitude. I straightened up and sat on your high, upturned buttocks, my hands gripping my hard, erect penis. I parted your tight buttocks and pressed it against your anus, then slowly pushed down.

I watched the glans slowly slid in. Because of the caresses earlier, your vaginal fluids had already soaked your anus, making it slippery, so you didn't feel much pain. I sat on top of you, watching my penis disappear into your body, my heart burning with desire, my mouth dry. I wanted to thrust my penis in hard and then pump wildly, but I knew that would cause you immense pain, so I had to take it slowly, waiting until your anus had fully adjusted to the size of my penis before proceeding.

The egg-sized glans had completely disappeared into your anus, and a third of my penis was inside.

I released my grip, lay down on your smooth back, and used my body weight to fully penetrate your body.

Finally, we were one. I let out a long sigh, a feeling I hadn't experienced in a long time. Since we started dating, I hadn't touched Jiang Xi again, and I had finally found that long-lost feeling. This feeling was even stronger; the sphincter of my anus gripped my penis tightly, incredibly tight at the entrance, but much more spacious once inside. The warm temperature inside my rectum stimulated my penis; if it weren't for the repeated sex that afternoon, I would have ejaculated immediately.

Your furrowed brow relaxed; my slow movements didn't cause you much pain. And I had become the first man to enter your body. You felt your body filled to the brim with that hard penis; the pain in your anus almost disappeared, replaced by a slight pleasure.

I straightened my back, pulled my penis out a little, and then slowly and gently inserted it back in.

One hand braced against the bed, afraid of pressing down on you and making you breathless, while the other hand held your breast, my fingers kneading your nipple.

You instinctively arched your buttocks, rising and falling with the thrusting of my penis, then turned your head to French kiss me. Our tongues intertwined, which excited me even more. I involuntarily increased my speed, the sound of my pubic bone slapping against your plump buttocks echoing in the room.

You actually felt waves of pleasure. You turned your head, looking into my eyes with a hungry yet painful gaze, your eyes filled with temptation. I felt greatly encouraged, no longer worried about hurting you, and began to thrust with unprecedented speed and depth.

I straightened up, gripped your buttocks with both hands, and forcefully spread them apart, so I could clearly see my penis going in and out of your body. Your brown anus completely succumbed to the assault of my penis. As it withdrew, the muscles turned outwards, and then when I thrust in hard, the anus sank deep back down. The fluid secreted from your anus covered my large penis, glistening.

Seeing this lewd scene, hearing your unprecedented moans, I twisted my hips even more vigorously. I sat forward and then thrust my penis deep into your anus. The sudden penetration brought both pain and pleasure, almost making you faint. You cried out wildly, experiencing a sensation you'd never felt before—pain and pleasure intertwined. Satisfying your male desires, watching me possess your body as I had so desired, you realized how wonderful it was to give.

I rolled over to my side, so we were in a sleeping position. I hugged you from behind, one hand around your neck, grasping your breast and pulling you close. My other hand went around your waist, touching your already soaking wet clitoris and gently rubbing it. Under

the double assault of your anus and clitoris, you quickly lost your senses. The immense, unprecedented pleasure made you start to stammer incoherently.

"Oh...oh...brother...you're making me feel so good...I feel so good...I didn't know it could feel good here...ah...ah...touch my clitoris...gently...gently...squeeze my nipples..."

I thrust even harder, the "slap slap" sounds echoing in the room, your buttocks turning red from the impact. Sweat dripped down my shoulders onto yours.

Finally, an overwhelming wave of pleasure washed over me. I let out a deep, beast-like roar, forcefully pinning you down beneath me, my massive penis plunging deep into your rectum, ejaculating with a series of spurts. You felt my penis suddenly swell; you knew I was about to ejaculate. So you arched your backside even higher, turning back to look at me lustfully, sticking your fingers into my mouth, making me suck on them, welcoming my climax, feeling the warm currents coursing through your body.

We both collapsed onto the bed, utterly exhausted. I turned you over, still lying on your side, without pulling out my penis, still inside you, enjoying the feeling of being enveloped. Even as we slept soundly, we didn't let go of each other. I held you tightly, one hand on your lower abdomen, while you rested your head on my arm, clutching my hand, refusing to let go.

Three months later, you received notification that you had been accepted by a renowned international airline. Your dream came true; you finally became a flight attendant, and for one of the world's top airlines.

When I heard the news, I wasn't worried because I knew we wouldn't separate.

A month after you went abroad, I got a divorce, giving up everything—the house, the car, my savings, and my beloved show-quality Alaskan Malamute.

Many people said I was foolish, saying that you were already gone, and it was just a fling, why were you taking it so seriously and actually getting a divorce?

I never thought I was foolish. I loved you so much, and if I promised you, I would keep my word.

The night after the divorce, I sent you a picture of the divorce certificate. You cried your eyes out, saying I was so stupid, so bad. I listened to you with a smile, and then told you that I had already bought the plane tickets and obtained the visa. On the day of your flight attendant training graduation ceremony, I would be by your side, and I would proudly tell everyone that the most beautiful Chinese girl was my woman.

That day felt like a dream. Flashbulbs shone on you, and you were so proud. Out of dozens of flight attendants from over a dozen countries, only your boyfriend had arrived. The other girls looked at you with such envy, praising our perfect match and envying your happiness. After the ceremony, we walked hand-in-hand through the streets of this foreign land, oblivious to everyone around us, kissing and laughing. I knew that every time we walked together, we attracted so many stares, because you were so beautiful, and I was so happy.

That night, you told me, "Brother, I give myself to you."

Two months of physical training had made your figure even more beautiful—snow-white skin, high, firm breasts, even when you were lying in bed, still high, so full, so elastic. I didn't rush to take you; my skillful tongue licked every inch of your body, because I knew that tonight, I could have you completely.

When my tongue lingered on your labia, your long-absent moans finally returned. I teased your clitoris again and again, watching your love juices gush forth. Soon, you reached your climax, your juices soaking my face. I lifted my already rock-hard penis and gently rubbed it between your labia. I whispered, "Baby, brother's in." Your trembling voice whispered, "Brother, I'm scared, go slower!" My glans gently

parted your labia, slowly pushing in. Soon, I felt resistance—the thin hymen between us. I knew that if I went any further, I would be your first man, and you would never forget me for the rest of your life. I don't know if we have a future, I don't know if we can last until your five-year contract ends, but I want you so much, I love you so much, I want you to remember me, forever.

My body suddenly sank, my hymen was instantly pierced, and you held me tightly, biting my shoulder with a scream. I knew you were in pain, so I stopped immediately. Half of my penis was still outside. I gently pulled it out a little, and my penis was covered in bright red virgin blood. You really were a virgin!

As your pain gradually subsided, I slowly filled your body, moving slowly. Your brows were tightly furrowed, your body so tight, your legs wrapped tightly around my waist from the pain, almost making it impossible for me to move. It wasn't until five minutes later that you finally let go. I lay on top of you, kissing you deeply, my waist swaying slowly, one hand supporting me on the bed, the other covering your breast, feeling your softness.

Soon, I couldn't hold back any longer. Your virgin body was so incredibly stimulating. In just a few minutes, I lost control. I thrust rapidly a few times, and as I climaxed, I tried to pull my penis out. You immediately grabbed my skin, pressing me tightly against your pubic bone, and told me, "Cum inside. It's my safe period. I want all of you."

Without hesitation, all the pent-up desire of the past few months erupted. For a moment, my mind went blank. An unprecedented orgasm. You closed your eyes slightly, feeling the warm current flowing into your body, moaning softly in pleasure.

That was your first time. To this day, I still regret that it didn't bring you an orgasm. Perhaps it was because it really hurt. It wasn't until three or four times that the pain slowly subsided. On a sunny afternoon, I finally brought you to orgasm. You held me tightly, moaning loudly, your body trembling uncontrollably. That was your standard for an extreme orgasm. Your legs suddenly straightened, your arms wrapped around my waist, and your eyes were tightly closed. I looked at you, and I still remember your expression vividly.

But you still left. In the end, we couldn't overcome distance, love's greatest enemy. In the year you were gone, I became a different person. I became cynical, spending all night in nightclubs, and the cigarettes I'd given up for you were always on my lips, a wicked smile on my face as I looked at the women around me. One by one, they came and went, but I never felt any pain. All my pain receptors seemed to have been exhausted in our last phone call. I held the phone, crying my heart out: How could you just leave?

Even now, I still can't believe you're no longer by my side. I search for that feeling with each woman, but it's gone. I haven't thought about remarrying because I know I can't love any other woman the way I loved you. Throughout my life, I've felt guilty towards many women: my ex-wife, my first love, so many women who loved me unconditionally. I know my cruelty, and I understand how many I've let down. So, perhaps the loneliness of my later years is my retribution, a time for silent repentance. But I miss you so much…

Four or five hours have passed since I finished writing this, and I've shed tears several times. Every man has one woman he loves most in his life; mine is you.

Even today, I don't hate you. Even though I have nothing left, I'm still grateful to you for holding me company for that year in a foreign land. I understood your excellence, I knew your beauty, and I knew you coldly rejected countless suitors far more outstanding than me.

I remember that afternoon at graduation, you took my arm and told everyone that I was your boyfriend, the one you wanted to marry.

I remember that morning, you emerged from your bath, wearing a beige silk nightgown, your long, glossy black hair casually cascading over your chest, revealing glimpses of your fair, jade-like shoulders. A few drops of water still clung to the tips of her hair, slowly sliding down the curve of her shoulders. The morning sun shone on them, coating the water droplets with a thin golden film.

You lean against the bench on the balcony, your eyes slightly closed, seemingly asleep. A book, Le Jia's *Color Personality Theory*, rests on your chest. Your arm hangs gently, your slender fingertips touching the cup on the coffee table, sending up a wisp of steam carrying the delicate aroma of honey grapefruit tea. Your long, shapely legs are glimpsed and revealed in the swaying hem of your skirt, captivating and alluring.

The room played Carlos Gardel's "Poonacca Beza." The violin, sharp yet not shrill, its intonation both melodic and restrained, led the melody with a high-pitched yet understated style, like a woman dancing the tango with a noble gait and an air of superiority, coyly and alluringly entangled with her partner. The piano's bright and lively rhythm built the narrative step by step to a climax, the powerful keystrokes before the climax like a deep breath before the next turn, a prelude to conquering the dance floor. The organ's slightly soothing accompaniment was the allure of that coy embrace…

The piece ended, but the melody lingered in my mind, like a dance that was never quite finished, always just one step away. That was the most beautiful scene of my life.

And you left me, not because of anyone else, but truly because of the distance, because you were too exhausted. So I don't hate you, I still love you to this day. I don't know if we will ever meet again in this life, or if I will ever hear you call me "brother" again. I wish you all the best, Su Xiao, my love of this life.

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