A vibrant youth

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But thanks to my persistent and patient waiting, we made it through a year without any major incidents. My boundless tolerance for Li's quick temper and my earnest and down-to-earth personality influenced her parents, who gradually accepted me. Li's mother also grew to like me more and more, feeling that I could bring Li happiness and wouldn't let her precious daughter suffer. Finally, in our fourth year of dating, although we hadn't graduated yet, and although Li was reluctant to get engaged so early, we held an engagement ceremony in our hometown under pressure from both sets of parents and with the blessings of relatives and friends. Soon after the engagement, I took Li—my beautiful fiancée—back to the provincial capital to continue our studies. Half a year passed in the blink of an eye, and Li finally graduated. Thanks to my arduous waiting and Li's unwavering persistence, we successfully broke through the pursuit of many boys in her vocational and undergraduate classes. During the summer vacation, we went back to our hometown together. Our families started pressuring us about when we planned to get married. Li wasn't prepared for this question and was at a loss for words. She started to get emotional, and this emotion intensified, to the point that she even snapped at me several times, threatening to break off the engagement. With the encouragement of my family and me, Li's mood gradually improved. It's true: you can never truly understand a girl's mind. My holiday ended, and I had to return to the provincial capital for my internship. Li didn't want to stay alone in the county town, and she was also afraid of being asked about the marriage again. After saying goodbye to her family, she returned to the provincial capital with me. Husband and wife follow each other; that's normal, isn't it?
Back in the provincial capital, I went to my internship, while Li stayed in our small house, diligently preparing for her English Level 6 exam to improve her job prospects. I visited her every weekend. At first, Li was overjoyed, but later she gradually became distant. Seeing my beautiful fiancée turn into a cold, aloof woman, keeping everyone at arm's length, was incredibly painful. But Li seemed to have seen through the illusions of the world, showing great indifference towards sex and love. I initially thought it was because she had suddenly detached herself from the collective life of school. Before, she was surrounded by handsome men and constantly felt pursued; now, living alone in a quiet little house, she was finding it difficult to adjust to this solitary environment. I suggested she move closer to the school, but she wasn't interested. This feeling of neglect persisted, and I pondered whether it was a lack of adjustment to the environment or a subconscious resistance to the engagement, but I couldn't figure it out. At the time, my classmates were enthusiastically preparing for their postgraduate entrance exams, while I was planning to take my fiancée on a trip during the National Day holiday to relax. Until the night before National Day, I was chatting with my roommate about postgraduate studies, and he analyzed that it was extremely difficult for undergraduates to find jobs these days. Graduating without a job was equivalent to being unemployed, so not pursuing postgraduate studies meant unemployment, let alone staying in the provincial capital. His words deeply shocked me. I suddenly felt the situation was incredibly tense. If I didn't pursue postgraduate studies, I wouldn't be able to find a job in the provincial capital after graduation, and I would have to go back to my hometown, where my family would pressure me to get married. During the National Day holiday, I returned to our little apartment and explained the current situation to my fiancée. Perhaps we were both a bit lost lately, influenced by our engagement and other emotions. After my analysis, Li suddenly snapped out of it and said, "Honey, let's hurry up and sign up for a postgraduate entrance exam prep course!" Li's enthusiasm made me a little uncomfortable; she had finally returned to her normal state. I said, "Thank you, honey. However, I hope you'll come with me to the prep course, and we can take the exam together." Li lowered her head, a little shyly saying, "I had been thinking about that too, but I'm worried my foundation isn't strong, especially in English. I'm afraid I'll just be a spectator." I comforted her, saying, "It's okay, we'll do our best. You should study hard this year, and if it doesn't work out, we can take it again next year. This year is a good start." Li happily agreed. So we started frantically signing up for all sorts of postgraduate entrance exam prep courses, regardless of the cost.
With our mutual encouragement and hard work, I finally passed the postgraduate entrance exam interview six months later. This meant we could continue to be together in the provincial capital for another two or three years. My family found Li a job, but it required a year of further study. We enrolled her in a program at a school near my internship, where she spent the first six months studying theoretical courses in an undergraduate program. After helping Li settle into her dormitory, we walked together on another campus. Returning to the school environment brought back a long-lost feeling of youth for Li. The vigor of youth radiated from her beautiful, fair face. Li diligently studied the new knowledge, seemingly transforming back into the girl who had just entered university five years ago. However, Li was now 23 years old. Compared to the naive young girls who had just enrolled, Li was like a flower blooming in spring, fragrant, charming, and captivating. Watching Li study among a group of freshmen five or six years younger than her, no longer constantly stared at by lecherous male classmates like she had been in her continuing education associate's and bachelor's programs, I felt a sense of relief I had never known before. Moreover, it was only across the street from my internship location. We could see each other every day again.
After more than two months of adjustment, Li quickly became a star in the class she was transferring into at the University of Traditional Chinese Medicine. Her elegant demeanor, exceptional figure, and captivating charm attracted a constant stream of young, somewhat awkward boys and girls seeking her advice. She became the class's female advisor. Sometimes I would jokingly tell her, "Just focus on your theory classes. Why bother with all this? They're just kids." Li, however, didn't seem to care, saying they were all adorable and calling her "Sister Li" made her very happy. Especially two or three boys, who frequently surrounded her seeking advice on relationship problems. I advised her to mind her own business, lest she annoy the girls in the class. My fiancée, however, was stubborn and wouldn't listen to me; the more she pushed me, the more she seemed to go against me. For a while, she even started texting with the boys, which annoyed me immensely. I said, "You just became immune to the seasoned veterans, and now you're falling for the young guys?" Li playfully scolded me for being inappropriate. One day, I discovered that the people texting her were a few regular guys, and they weren't discussing anything; instead, they were expressing infatuation and longing for Li's beauty—it felt like an overt pursuit. I started to get worried. One of them, named Bo, exchanged the most texts with Li, and unlike the others, he didn't call her "Sister Li," as if he was closer to her. One day, I confronted her about it, and Li retorted, "I'll be old when no one's chasing after your wife anymore. You're so jealous; you should be happy that people are pursuing me." I was speechless. Thinking about it, she was right; if someone was pursuing her, it meant my wife was attractive, and I had good taste.
Because my internship was very close to the school Li was studying at, I would sometimes secretly check on her, standing at the back door of the study room to see if my fiancée was studying diligently in the back row. Fortunately, Li was generally focused on her studies. Occasionally, boys and girls would walk by and ask her questions, which was normal behavior, and I didn't notice anything amiss. I started to wonder if I was being narrow-minded and shouldn't have thought that way about these young men. However, this thought was quickly overturned. Every time self-study was about to end, two or three boys would stare intently at Li's voluptuous and slender figure, their eyes seemingly hooked, as if they wanted to devour this beautiful woman. Once, when Li dropped her book, two tall boys even fought over to pick it up for her, watching this graceful and charming woman walk out of the classroom. I saw all of this and was anxious. Later, when
I went to look for Li again, she wasn't in the classroom or the dormitory. Her roommates said someone might be looking for her and she had gone out. When I wandered aimlessly onto the playground, feeling lost and confused, I found Li walking side-by-side with a tall boy, chatting away, looking like a loving couple. I was so angry I cried. After wiping away my tears, I found it funny. Who told you to send your beautiful fiancée to this godforsaken school? This guy is just a seductive, womanizing infatuated boy. When Li saw me glaring angrily at her from afar, she quickly told the boy to leave and walked over with a rosy face, saying, "Honey, what brings you here?" I said irritably, "I'm so sorry to bother you." Li retorted coquettishly, "What a petty person! Why are you arguing with a kid? He and his girlfriend had a fight, and I was just trying to comfort them." I countered, "Is it because of you that they had a fight?" Li then started punching me, her face flushed, and argued, "What nonsense! You're making things more and more absurd." Judging from Li's tense and anxious reaction, their relationship was clearly more than just ordinary.
A few days later, I saw they were still texting each other, but Li had deleted all the messages the boy had sent. One day, after our lovemaking, I held my beautiful fiancée and asked her, "Is that boy Bo? Do you two really have feelings for each other?" Li initially denied it, then fell silent. I felt utterly cold inside and scolded her, "What you're doing is immoral! He already has a girlfriend." Li retorted, "He said he fell in love with me first, and that girl pursued him later." What a weak explanation! I said, feeling a bit suffocated, "I was the one who fell in love with you first!" She replied, "Love doesn't distinguish between first and last!" My God! What kind of logic is that? I was speechless after that, only advising her to be careful and not go too far, hoping her advanced training course would end soon. Li started to restrain herself somewhat, but I could still sense her restless heart. Li's continuing education course finally ended, and she was supposed to start further training at her workplace. However, she had absolutely no interest in her future job and refused to continue her studies, saying she wanted to pursue a master's degree in a field she liked. I wasn't very confident about her chances of passing the exam, but the thought of finally being able to escape those boys (although Li would still occasionally text Bo secretly) brought me a huge sigh of relief. After graduating from university, we went back to our hometown together. After much effort, I convinced my family that Li wouldn't pursue further education and would focus on the master's entrance exam this year. During the summer vacation, we even climbed Mount Tai, which was a way of fulfilling my wish to take the exam. The start of the semester arrived, and we returned to the provincial capital together. I was going to pursue a master's degree, and Li's task was to continue preparing for the exam.
The day for graduate school registration arrived, and Li accompanied me back to our familiar campus. The weather was still very hot, and 23-year-old Li was even more beautiful than before. Her neck was adorned with flowers, her hair flowed over her shoulders, and her light blue fitted top accentuated her fair skin. Her full breasts were faintly visible, and she wore a white lily-patterned skirt, looking incredibly fresh and beautiful. Walking along the campus path, her slender waist accentuated her full, rounded hips. The hem of her skirt just covered her smooth calves, revealing her delicate, slender ankles. Her crystal sandals revealed her fair, lovely toes, attracting lustful glances from boys from time to time. I walked behind Li on her left, pulling my suitcase with my left hand, and reached out to take her hand with my right. Her smooth, creamy hand slipped from my grasp. "Stop fooling around, behave yourself at school." I wanted to reply that we were engaged, but fearing I would upset her, I swallowed the words back.
After completing the registration procedures, I went to my dorm to make my bed. When I arrived at my graduate student dormitory, my two roommates were already there, both dressed in tank tops and shorts, one tall and one short, both with dark skin. Seeing me with my girlfriend, they greeted me warmly. Li seemed a little shy. I introduced her as my fiancée. Li's fair cheeks flushed slightly. After exchanging a few words with her roommates, she began bending down to help me make my bed. Her white dress, tightly hugging her round, full buttocks, exuded an alluring youthful charm. I chatted with my two roommates about the course schedule after the semester started. I could see the two guys occasionally glancing at Li's round, pert buttocks. Two years ago, I would have been furious, but now, after several trials and tribulations in love, I'm much more open-minded. Not only am I not angry, but I'm also quite proud, even a little excited. Since I had somewhere else to stay, the dorm was just temporary. After quickly making my bed, Li and I said goodbye to our roommates and prepared to go home.
On the campus path, when I told Li about how she felt being stared at, she chuckled and said, "You're so annoying! You pervert! People staring at your wife like that, and you're still smug?!" I could tell Li really enjoyed what I said; she's become quite the repressed, yet incredibly sexy young woman. Her face flushed, but she seemed lost in thought. On a whim, I blurted out, "Are you feeling a little horny?" Li didn't respond but suggested we go to Nanshan for a while. So we took a bus to the southern mountain area. Since it wasn't the weekend, the bus wasn't crowded. After about an hour, we arrived near Jinxiuchuan Reservoir. The scenery was beautiful, with clear water and lush mountains. "The benevolent find joy in mountains, the wise find joy in water," as the saying goes. Places with mountains and water always attract people. So we got off the bus and walked along the reservoir.
There were very few people by the reservoir. We held hands, sometimes hugging my beloved girl from behind, sometimes embracing her from the front to feel her soft breasts. I couldn't help but feel a little aroused. I said I wanted some, and Li playfully scolded, "Nonsense! Aren't you afraid someone will see? No, let's talk about it when we get back." I could tell she was still thinking about Bo, and I even felt a pang of jealousy. I said, "If Bo comes, you can have him," but then a pang of sadness hit me, since they probably hadn't reached that point yet. She blushed, stepped on my foot, and didn't answer. Was that a yes? I, however, became more interested and persisted, telling her I could use my hand too. Maybe it was the stimulation from someone glancing at my fiancée's shapely buttocks when I was checking in earlier. I put my arm around Li and walked, whispering in her ear, "I am Bo." We walked towards a patch of greenery, and Li didn't resist. We came to a clump of shade, looked around to make sure no one was there, and Li became emotional. She said, "I really miss him," and then reached her slender hand towards my zipper. My little brother instantly stood at attention, and her soft, boneless fingers caressed my hardness. Li closed her eyes, and there seemed to be moisture under her long eyelashes. I knew she was truly moved. I kissed her fragrant shoulder and earlobe, saying, "Darling, I love you." She whispered... She moaned softly, her shoulders slightly twisting, and my hands quickened their pace. I wanted her to use her mouth, but I didn't dare say it, afraid she would get angry. I suggested she kiss my genitals, but she didn't agree, continuing to stroke me. Her breathing deepened, and I felt increasingly numb. I kept stimulating her shoulders and neck with my chin and lips, trying to control my ejaculation and prolong the pleasure. However, I faintly heard Li's soft moan, "Bo..." and instantly collapsed. The gushing pleasure and the bitterness of my beautiful fiancée's infidelity intertwined in that instant, and white fluid gushed out, shooting hard onto the green grass and pebbles on the shore. Although the feelings were mixed and indescribable, I actually felt something for this abnormal emotion.
On the way home, Li said that Xiao Bo would be starting school soon, and I thought she was truly moved this time. After several years of adjustment and adaptation, my love for her had broadened and evolved. It was no longer so stingy and narrow-minded. I even found myself, almost unconsciously, comforting and flattering her, saying, "When Bo comes, you two should arrange to come to the reservoir too." Li was as happy as a child, her eyes shining. Suddenly, she turned and kissed me. There were many people in the car, making me feel quite embarrassed. But my heart warmed instantly, and I stroked her hair like a brother loving his younger sister. For the next two years, my wife freely enjoyed the lubrication of three penises' semen, becoming increasingly sexy and alluring, exuding the seductive charm of a mature woman. Bo and Peng were unaware of each other's feelings, but both knew that Li's husband enjoyed being fucked by others. Therefore, both young men were carefree and enjoyed it immensely. Bo and Li's relationship still had a lot of emotional elements, while Peng and Li's was purely sexual. Peng enjoyed the safe yet passionate pleasure of fucking a respectable married woman, releasing his youthful sexual urges. Li lingered in her lust, while I, busy with my own affairs, savored the pleasure of my cuckolded wife.
Because I worked night shifts, the two of them rarely came to my house overnight; it was usually a back-and-forth affair, a fast-paced routine, especially on weekends when they often clashed. Li had to keep the daytime hours open, with the curtains usually drawn. Firstly, because the lovers' blatant sex in the house was so open that it was hard to avoid being discovered by the neighbors. Secondly, when one came to visit, the other could lie and say they weren't home, comforting Bo or Peng who were having sex by saying, "He's so annoying, they've been married for so long and he still comes to bother us," which would surely make Bo or Peng even more enthusiastic. At the end of the year, I was away on a long business trip, and my lustful wife was completely satisfied by these two strong young men; I was truly grateful to them.
Later, we even bought a video camera to record our passionate moments. Bo refused to record, but Peng was tireless in recording his passionate moments with Li. After I finished my night shift, Li would excitedly show me the videotapes. I could see the tall, 1.8-meter-tall man pinning his beautiful wife beneath him, thrusting his firm buttocks repeatedly, penetrating my beloved vagina with his thick penis. Finally, in a blissful, dreamlike state, they kissed, trembled, writhed, and moaned… bringing each other to orgasm. At the moment of climax, I could see Peng's spasming hips thrusting and pounding against my wife's clitoris, as if trying to penetrate her body, until he had completely filled her cervix with his semen before withdrawing his softening penis. My wife's stretched vagina couldn't close immediately, and milky white semen slowly oozed from her clitoris. The sex videos deepened our passionate lovemaking.
Neither of the two young men planned to leave the provincial capital when they were about to graduate from their undergraduate programs. Instead, they focused on preparing for postgraduate entrance exams. Their grades weren't particularly good, but Peng, through family connections, passed the exams the same year he graduated, while Bo studied for another year before finally getting into graduate school. Li's allure might have been just one factor; the main reason was that without postgraduate studies, they would have to find a job, and it's hard to find a job with only a bachelor's degree. Taking the postgraduate entrance exam was a last resort; at least they wouldn't be unemployed. Once in graduate school, the workload lessened, and they had more free time. Li finally passed her professional exam, but she hadn't found a suitable job yet. Neither of their families pressured her to find work, only to urge her to have children. This greatly annoyed Li, further reinforcing her desire to seize her youth and enjoy sex. All three of them had free time, but I was getting increasingly busy with work, sometimes not even knowing where my wife was or who she was meeting. Li and I had an agreement that I had to send a text message before leaving work to avoid bumping into couples having affairs and ruining our moods. So, two young men in their late twenties and a woman in her late twenties, in the same space but at different times, freely indulged their youth and passion, enjoying the sweetness of life. It was truly a case of: "Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, lest they wither and fall." The next morning, while I was still half-asleep, Li had quietly gotten up, washed and dressed. Around 6:30, she kissed me and said goodbye, her voice still hoarse, but filled with joy and elation. I asked if she had eaten breakfast, and the reply was a loud bang of the security door. I was wide awake, got up, washed, and took the bus to school for a lecture. The lecture was fascinating, but I couldn't concentrate; my mind was preoccupied with my fiancée's upcoming date. After lunch at the school cafeteria, I went home in the afternoon. Seeing couples embracing on the way home suddenly made me feel empty inside, a sour feeling welling up inside. It seems I still haven't gotten over this. I got home at 1:30, charged my phone, and sent a text message to ask how Li's cold was, telling her not to overwork herself, etc. Around 3:00, Li replied, "I'm fine, I had a great day, I'll be home when it gets dark." I could tell from her text that she was excited. I still felt very uncomfortable, but I suddenly had an erection. Imagining myself and Li passionately embracing and kissing, caressing each other in the wild, masturbating and performing oral sex, I involuntarily started masturbating. I wondered if Bo had kissed her, if he had inserted his long fingers into my fiancée, if he had inserted his enormous penis into the vagina that should belong only to me. Thinking about it, I released my semen. It
was almost 6:00, and Li still hadn't responded, so I sent another text message. This time she replied quickly, saying she was eating out for dinner and told me not to wait for her. I cooked myself some corn porridge, stir-fried some greens, heated up a sausage, turned on the TV, and ate while watching. Seeing the huge sausage made me feel inferior, especially considering my own small size. Around nine o'clock that evening, I heard Li open the door. I rushed out to open it, and Li happily entered the living room, changed her shoes, and saw me looking her up and down. She chuckled, "What's wrong? Did your wife lose something or turn into an ugly monster?" "Never seen her before?" Her voice was just as husky, yet exuded sexiness and allure. She hugged my fiancée tightly, as if afraid she'd disappear if I let go. After a while, she pushed me away forcefully, saying, "Let go, I'm about to burst! Let me go to the bathroom!" I don't know if I was hugging her too tightly, or if she genuinely needed to use the restroom, or if she was just anxious.
Hearing the rushing water in the bathroom, I knew she was taking a shower. When Li came out, I wanted to hug her again, but she pushed me away, saying, "Don't be silly," and while getting dressed, she said, "Let me show you something good." She took out her camera from her bag, pulled me to the bedroom, and opened the camera to browse the photos. "You went to Red Leaf Valley!" I exclaimed in surprise. "Wasn't it a reservoir?" she said. She said Red Leaf Valley was fun. Before I could even complain about her going hiking despite being sick, she started showing me photos of herself and Bo, as well as individual pictures. In the group photos, Li, who was 1.65 meters tall, stood next to Bo, who was 1.8 meters tall, her hair clinging to his young chest, smiling radiantly, her joy genuine. There was also a photo of Bo embracing Li; although it looked a little unnatural, with a hint of first love's awkwardness, to an outsider it was clear they were a couple deeply in love. Li's solo photos also showed her glowing, not at all like someone with a cold. It seems love really is a good medicine. Her hoarse voice kept explaining, and I said with concern, "You're too tired, and your throat isn't good either. Don't talk so much." She even blamed Bo for not caring about her, knowing she was sick yet still traveling so far and coming back so late. She actually defended Bo, saying he cared about her and even carried her up the mountain for a while. After seeing the photos, I felt even worse. Li seemed to sense my sadness and said, "Go take a shower and go to bed early. I'll be good and rest at home tomorrow." After showering, Li lay in bed still looking at the camera. I said unhappily, "Go to sleep! Aren't you tired after running around all day? Did you take your medicine?" She smiled and said she had just taken her medicine.
Lying in bed, I held my fiancée tightly, like a treasure I had lost and found again. After a while, she started sweating and pulled away from my embrace, saying it was too hot. She then spoke in a hoarse voice about their trip to Red Leaf Valley. I asked why she thought of going to Red Leaf Valley, and her words shocked me: "There's a Lover's Valley there." I suddenly got up and pressed myself against Li, grabbing her soft shoulders and saying, "Tell me honestly, what did you do?!" Li said coquettishly, "What did you do? You scared me! What could we have done? Think about it, there are so many tourists in Red Leaf Valley on Saturday. At most, we held hands." I asked, "Did he kiss you?" Li said dreamily, "Just once, and I was the one who initiated it..." clearly still wanting more. "What else did you do?" "Nothing really, just wanted to hug you but there were too many people." Seeing that I didn't speak, she added, "It's really not like what you imagine, no one is as perverted as you!" Then she said, "Sigh, I was thinking too much last night." I asked her back, "What else did you want to do?!" Li didn't speak, just giggled and coughed a few times. I said, "You seem really sick, let's not talk about it anymore, go to sleep early."
Li was silent for a while. Just when I thought she had fallen asleep, she suddenly rolled over and pressed herself against me, sticking her tongue into my mouth, catching me off guard. For several years after our passionate relationship, she had been reluctant to kiss me, especially French kissing. This time, however, she was so passionate, her beautiful tongue flowing, her sweet saliva passing between us. Soon, I was incredibly hard. Li's soft hand guided my penis, and her warm vagina swallowed it completely, extremely wet and slippery, overflowing with love juice, sticky and sticky all over my thighs. It seems my fiancée was already aroused. I cooperated fully, and soon Li lay on top of me, her genitals rubbing fiercely against my erection and pubic bone. After a spasm, she reached a climax, panting heavily as she lay on top of me. She seemed genuinely exhausted, partly due to a cold, otherwise she would have continued. After resting for a while, she got up, still wanting more. I pushed her off, saying, "Are you crazy?" Li said in a trembling voice, "You haven't ejaculated yet?" I was actually somewhat moved, and said, "Lie down." I lay on top of Li, thrusting again, but couldn't ejaculate. Li, in her panting breaths, seemed to mumble, "Fuck me, Bobo." I suddenly felt my ejaculation coming in, and immediately, I quickly pulled out and ejaculated onto the toilet paper. My fiancée was in her fertile period these past few days; I couldn't risk her getting pregnant and suffering the pain. After a quick shower, I lay back in bed. It was almost midnight. Li was still looking at her phone, and when she saw me come back, she quickly hid it. I said, "Don't hide it anymore. From now on, you can contact him in front of me." Li happily hugged my neck and kissed me deeply, saying in a hoarse voice, "Thank you, husband." I've gradually come to accept Li's "emotional infidelity," and my anger and bitterness have slowly transformed into a calm excitement. After that, Li indeed started texting Bo without any hesitation. Because she was preparing for her second postgraduate entrance exam, I didn't allow her to text during the day, and also to avoid disturbing Bo's studies. Every night after going to bed, she would text for half an hour to an hour, sometimes until the wee hours, completely disregarding her fiancé beside her. At first, I found it very difficult to adjust; the clicking sound of her typing was always jarring and unsettling. What was even more intolerable was her alternating babble of silly laughter, sighs, and casual remarks, as if to avoid making me feel neglected by her "husband." Initially, I felt particularly bitter and sad, but later, I gradually got used to the sound of her typing and her genuine, unadulterated emotions. Sometimes she would still be enthusiastically texting while I was already fast asleep.
Li was quite straightforward and didn't mind me reading their text messages. At first, I was still inclined to check for any excessive language; most were everyday greetings, expressions of mutual longing, encouragement, and even occasionally a few slightly suggestive jokes—nothing particularly explicit. After a while, I got too lazy to check. And so, my fiancée and her lover exchanged passionate text messages right next to her fiancé, sometimes even stroking my green-eyed head with her delicate hand. Sometimes I would get angry and urge her to turn off her phone, to focus on her graduate school entrance exams, and demand to see her study plan. At these times, Li would usually act cute and innocent, or occasionally send in a beautiful escort—during the day she would directly touch me, even using her hands and mouth to relieve my anger; at night she would be close and seductive, like a beautiful snake, coiling around me until I was involuntarily intoxicated and unable to let go. A typical case of sexual bribery of her fiancé.
National Day is fast approaching, and Li hasn't finished her studies yet. At dinner, she told me she wanted to go to the movies with Bo. I said we should finish our studies first. She tried everything to persuade me, but to no avail. Seeing my determination, she resorted to her ultimate weapon: saying she was tired from studying and wanted me to hug her. We used to do this often to relax, going to the playground or a secluded spot in the woods to hug and caress each other's sensitive areas. I didn't respond, which I guess was a refusal. But then, this girl suddenly hugged me, asking me to weigh her to see if she had successfully lost weight. We're the same height and weight, and we can even share some clothes. I especially love the jeans my fiancée has worn—they're so comfortable, like being pressed against her beautiful, white legs. This time, she was also wearing jeans, and she climbed on top of me, hugging my hips. I wrapped my arms around her shapely buttocks, and Li lifted her feet slightly, her arms encircling my neck. We began rubbing our genitals together through our clothes. I gradually became erect, pressing against my fiancée's soft vulva through our clothes. Actually, it was the hardness of my pubic bone that was truly effective. Soon, Li was moaning softly, her breath coming in short gasps. I said, "Shouldn't we study now?" She smiled, her fair wrist lifting a light gauze curtain, and skillfully unzipped my pants. Her soft, fragrant hands began to stroke me, making me feel numb. While stroking me, she asked, "Will you let me go to the movies with Bo?" Was this some kind of sexual interrogation?
"Oh, oh…," I couldn't help but groan. "No, I have to finish my studies…" I insisted. My fiancée said I wouldn't sleep tonight, that I'd work overtime to finish my study materials, and then we'd go to the movies tomorrow, which was a holiday. I said, "Okay, but we can't go all out like last time, or our postgraduate entrance exam will be ruined again." Li excitedly said, "Listen to your teacher, be a good student." I said, "You should listen to your husband, be a good wife." Her soft hands continued to stroke me, and gradually, pleasure surged towards my ejaculation point, ready to burst forth at any moment. Just as I was about to ejaculate, Li didn't grab any toilet paper. I hurriedly said, "Where's the paper?!" Li's small hands didn't stop for a moment; instead, they quickened their pace. Her sexy lips pouted playfully, saying, "Come on, come on!" I let out a deep roar, and just as I was about to ejaculate, Li suddenly knelt down and took my tip into her alluring lips. By then, it was too late to control myself. After several seconds of trembling, Li opened her mouth, her mouth full of white, sticky liquid about to spill out. I quickly caught it with my hand and ran to the bathroom to wash up. It had been so long since I'd given her oral sex; it was fucking amazing! A little while later, Li returned to the bedroom, her face flushed, saying it smelled awful—fishy, salty, and astringent. Li hadn't let me give her oral sex for years and had forgotten the taste of semen. I said, "You'll get used to it," and was about to laugh at her when her next words plunged me back into a cold abyss. "Does all men's semen taste like this?" Li's casual question sent my mood plummeting from heaven to hell. The pleasure from the oral sex had vanished completely. What did she mean? Had my fiancée tasted another man's semen? I questioned her, and she angrily called me paranoid. Even as I lay in bed, I kept thinking about Li's question. Was she using me as an experiment before tasting Bo's semen? I tossed and turned, unable to sleep. Li was still texting. I touched her smooth, beautiful skin, repeatedly reminding her not to do anything else while watching the movie tomorrow. She said, "How can you be so perverted?! Going crazy in the movie theater, go to sleep. Don't you have to go to school to get materials early tomorrow morning?" I almost forgot I had arranged to meet my senior to pick up the review materials tomorrow morning. Recalling our passionate days in the movie theater, caressing each other, and Li giving me oral sex, my mind was in turmoil. Perhaps I was too tired, and before I knew it, the familiar clicking of her typing a text message lulled me to sleep. The woman in the dream, Li, was as beautiful as a flower. Naturally beautiful, she wore a flawless white dress, as if watching a movie. The film, Lord of the Rings, was full of dramatic twists and turns, but Li had no interest in watching it. Next to her sat a tall, handsome young man—Bo! Li nestled against him like a little bird, her breathing uneven. Was the movie too moving? Her eyes were glazed over; was she not watching at all? It turned out that a large hand had reached under her white dress, knocking firmly on the door of love, teasing the young woman guarding it. In the dense forest, a fragrant stream was already flowing, and Li's slender hand had already plunged into her lover's crotch, persistently exploring. Her eyebrows were slightly furrowed, her lips parted slightly, her teeth like melon seeds, her beautiful eyes were slightly closed, her long eyelashes fluttered, seemingly filled with desire, pleasure, and boundless anticipation.
Just as I was bursting with rage, another delicate, white hand reached out and unzipped the zipper. Bo slightly stood up, as if to pull down her underwear. A gasp of surprise suddenly came from the dimly lit couple's room in the movie theater: "So big!" Immediately, a large hand covered her mouth. Li's jade-like hands, as if they had discovered a treasure, carefully exposed the enormous thing. It was really big, almost twice the size of mine. My fiancée's skilled hands were somewhat unaccustomed to such a large, hard object, like someone who was used to drinking porridge with a small spoon suddenly switching to a large spoon. However, the excitement and euphoria brought about by this unfamiliarity deeply stimulated my fiancée. Her sexy red lips took deep breaths, as if she was still marveling at the treasure she had found. After a trembling caress, the large, hard member grew even more erect, its peaks already glistening with dew. The beautiful woman lowered her head, her red lips parted wide, and took the jade stem into her mouth. Her warm, smooth mouth and teasing tongue sent waves of tingling pleasure through her, followed by streams of nectar shooting into her throat. Suddenly, she awoke with a start; it was just a wet dream. How annoying! She had to wash. Touching herself, she found little semen. She grabbed a tissue and wiped herself, savoring the strange dream, but unable to fall back asleep.
[The End]

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