[pos] The Erotic Tales of the Love-Locking Curse (Part Six)

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One flight, one successful trip, and a week has passed... 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　Civilization

5 is terrifying. I haven't 　　even had time to continue my FM save.

I might have fallen into a pit.

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... 　　He was reluctant to open it, of course. If it weren't for the swimming pool, he would have preferred that only he could see Fang Tongtong in her swimsuit. 　　After waiting for three or four minutes, the bedroom door creaked open a crack. 　　Fang Tongtong peeked out, her small face followed by half her body. "I never felt anything , but wearing this at your house, I suddenly feel a little embarrassed." 　　"Tongtong," his eyes lit up, "let me see, okay? Didn't we agree to let me get used to it?" 　　"Oh." She nodded, opened the door wider, and stepped out in her sandals. 　　Rainbow stripes slanted down from her right shoulder strap, climbing over her full breasts, spreading out like colorful flowers. The tan wasn't evenly distributed; the school uniform short sleeves and skirt hem clearly defined the areas on her limbs. The parts looked exceptionally white and tender against the deep blue of the swimsuit. 　　She tossed her ponytail, pursed her lips, and twirled around with a smile. "Does it look good?" 　　"It looks good, really good..." The V-shaped space behind her flashed before his eyes; the crisscrossing straps offered little cover, essentially exposing most of her spine. 　　Her shapely bare back was instantly imprinted in his mind. 　　Fortunately, while it looked good, without engaging his vivid imagination, it wasn't enough . Just looking at it made his lower abdomen tighten and stirred up some erotic fantasies. 　　"Look at it a few more times, you'll get used to it. I'd like to go swimming with you more often in the future." She smiled and glanced at the kitchen. "Luckily, your windows don't face the building, otherwise I'd feel awkward cooking in an apron." 　　"Didn't you feel nothing at the pool?" he asked deliberately. 　　Fang Tongtong rolled her eyes at him. "This is home, how can it be the same? If someone sees me dressed like this, they'll definitely think I'm seducing you and call me shameless." 　　He straightened his face and immediately said, "Who would dare? My girlfriend is trying to make me happy, I like whatever she wears." 　　Fang Tongtong smiled and walked to the sofa. "You rascal, you probably like it the less you wear. Okay, I 'll go cook, will you come with me?" 　　He was about to nod when he suddenly remembered something important and quickly pretended to be regretful, saying, "I'll go in a bit, I... I have some software on the computer that I need to work on, ten minutes, ten minutes at most ." 　　"It's okay, no rush, you don't have to come to the kitchen. Anyway, I'm wearing an apron, more than I'm wearing now." Fang Tongtong cheerfully picked up her water and took a couple of sips, completely unconcerned about using his cup. 　　Seeing Fang Tongtong go into the kitchen, he hurriedly rushed into the bedroom, pretending to work on something, turned on the computer, and then eagerly sat down on the edge of the bed, reaching for her neatly folded clothes. 　　Arranged in a stack, the bottom layer was the top, then the skirt, and above the skirt, side by side, lay the treasures he most wanted to touch—panties and a bra. 　　Fang Tongtong's close-fitting underwear, and it had just been taken off less than five minutes ago. He dared not disturb the arrangement , his trembling fingertips carefully probing into the concave side of the bra cup. It seemed as if the warmth of Fang Tongtong's body still lingered there; his fingers caressing it felt like indirectly touching soft breasts, sending a surge of excitement . 　　After briefly feeling the shape and pattern of the bra, he moistened his dry lips with saliva, carefully placed his hand on the panties, meticulously memorizing the general arrangement, and tremblingly picked them up, gently unfolding them. 　　It was a small pair of panties matching the bra's color, so small that he wondered how she could possibly wear it, but immediately, his fingers felt the elasticity of the fabric. Unlike the plain cotton underwear he had imagined, these were lace-trimmed with delicate patterns on the sides. They seemed a bit , yet not overly provocative, offering a tantalizing, albeit unpredictable, thrill. 　　He felt his breathing quicken. He flipped the underwear open, revealing the center. 　　The crotch was unexpectedly clean, without a trace of discharge. It seemed the passionate kiss hadn't been enough to leave any secretions . 　　He was simply satisfying his burgeoning curiosity, without any urge to imitate the actions in comics, like putting it on his head or smelling it. After looking at it, he imagined what Fang Tongtong would look like wearing it, wondering when he would actually see it. 　　But given Fang Tongtong's enthusiasm and boldness, it shouldn't be too long, right? 　　He sighed softly, awkwardly trying to fold it back to its original shape. 　　Just then, a clear voice came from the bedroom doorway: "Zhao Tao, are my panties really that ugly? What's with that sigh?" 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　(Twenty-nine) 　　The voice came so suddenly that Zhao Tao's hand trembled, and the panties, which he hadn't been holding properly, fell to the floor beside the bed. 　　"Hey! You should hold them tighter!" Fang Tongtong rushed over, bent down to pick them up, and quickly brushed off the dust. "Are you that disgusted?" 　　"N-no... I was just scared. You walk so quietly, are you like a cat?" He chuckled awkwardly and turned his head, his face burning with embarrassment. "You...aren't you cooking?"

“Oh, I wanted to cook the meat first. Your sugar jar hasn’t been used in ages, the sugar was so hard I almost
bent it with my spoon. I called you twice but you didn’t hear me, so I thought you were engrossed in something and came over to check.”
As spoke, she bent down to fold her underwear and put it back in its place, looking puzzled. “Why are you looking at this? I’m not
wearing it. There are so many of these hanging on the walls of lingerie stores, what’s so interesting about them?”

“No, I just… I’m just curious.” He scratched his head and confessed honestly, “I’m
always alone at home, I… I’ve never really seen anything like this before, and the thought of yours being off here just made
me unable to resist.”

Actually, his mother also kept some clothes at home, but… he had only secretly looked at the middle-aged style once and never had any interest in them again
.

“You… don’t be angry, okay?” Not hearing Fang Tongtong’s reply, he asked nervously in a low voice.

"Oh, what's there to be angry about? You can come back and continue watching later. First, go scrape some sugar off me
; the meat won't taste good if it's not cooked properly." She grabbed his arm and lifted him up, laughing as she pulled him outside
. "Do I look like someone who gets angry so easily? You're my boyfriend. By the way, didn't you tell me that
if I don't say yes, it means no? Well, don't do anything secretly then. I promise you, whatever you
want to do, just tell me and I'll discuss it. At most, I'll disagree, but I definitely won't get angry with you."

She thought for a moment and found a somewhat inappropriate analogy. "For example, if you want me to go out and run naked, I'll just
disagree , but I definitely won't call you crazy. Okay?"

"Uh... okay. But I definitely won't let you go out and run naked, okay..." He realized he really needed to understand
his girlfriend better; in the past week or so, it seemed like he'd only seen the tip of an iceberg.

"That's fine, but don't try anything funny behind my back again. Look how scared I was when I opened my mouth. If I
scared you into having a heart attack, I'd be the one who suffers." She picked up the sugar jar and handed him a spoon. "Go ahead and scoop it out.
Two or three spoonfuls should be enough. Just leave the rest there. You don't use it anyway. I
'll call you next time I need it."

"No need to call," he grabbed the spoon and scraped the sugar off with all his might. "As long as you cook for me, I
'll stay with you from now on."

"Hmph, you're only excited about this now." She pinched her nose and made a face,
then turned around to chop vegetables. "When I visit other people's homes, the aunties are busy in the kitchen while the men outside smoke,
drink, and chat."

“I’m not like them.” He looked up at Fang Tongtong’s back, where an extra apron string had been tied. His gaze
lingered greedily on her bare skin, which had fine hairs and small red bumps from inflammation. It didn’t
quite match the flawless, jade-like appearance he had imagined in girls, but it was undeniably alluring.

“That won’t do. We’ll be married by then. You can’t be like you are now, not learning to socialize.
Everyone else is smoking, drinking, and chatting. You can’t smoke or drink, but at least join in the conversation.
It’s not good to be so talkative with acquaintances.” Fang Tongtong muttered a few words, then turned and took the sugar jar from his hand, skillfully
scooping it into the oil and pouring in sliced meat. “I forgot to ask last time if you like it saltier or less salty?”

“It’s fine as it was last time.” He answered casually, his attention mostly focused on Fang Tongtong’s
slender and beautiful back.

In her swimsuit, the curves of her hips were naturally undeniable. The elastic fabric
shrunk considerably with her cooking movements, revealing a glimpse of her plump bottom,
swaying slightly against her straight thighs, arousing allure.

"That's good. I was worried you wouldn't like bland food and we wouldn't eat together," she said, her hands
never stopping. Judging by her skill, her love of cooking was no exaggeration.

But at times like this, even the most delicious food couldn't compare to the allure of her beauty.

After helping to serve a few dishes, the table was finally set. With the rice out of the pot, her cravings temporarily overcame
her lust , and her drooling was no longer drawn to that swaying little bottom.

Fang Tongtong adapted quickly. She took off her apron and sat down beside him confidently, deliberately moving her chair closer
and lifting one leg to rest on his thigh. "Let me rest my head on it for a bit," she said

. His craving was instantly crushed; he felt the soft, bouncy pressure of her bare thigh and
almost shoved food into his nose.

Remembering what Fang Tongtong had said earlier, he quickly finished his meal, barely bothering to reply to any small talk.
He then patiently waited for Fang Tongtong to clear the bowls in front of him, wash them thoroughly, and even use dish soap to
clean the grease from her mouth.

Then, he walked straight to Fang Tongtong, who was sitting on the sofa and had turned the TV back on, and said, "Tongtong, I
want to talk to you."

Fang Tongtong blinked, said "Oh," and turned slightly to make room for him between her and the armrest.
"Go ahead and say it. I promised I wouldn't get angry, and I promise I won't."

He held his breath, stared at the area between her tightly pressed legs that was only covered by her swimsuit, and whispered, "I...
I won't take off your swimsuit. Just like this, can you... let me touch wherever I want?"

(30)

Previously, the very direct breasts were at most considered to have opened a port, but Zhao Tao's request this time could be said
to have opened the door to convenience throughout the entire territory.

Fang Tongtong widened her big, dark eyes and pouted, "Is it really that comfortable to touch each other?"

Zhao Tao nervously tried to find an excuse, "I... I've already gotten used to it just by looking,
but when we go to the swimming pool and play on the water slides, we're bound to bump into each other, and I... I want to get used to it too."

"Pah, you just want to touch me." She ran her hand over her smooth thigh a couple of times, "I just
have less hair than you, what's the difference? Fine, fine, if you like it, then so be it. But... I have a condition."

"Huh? What?" His gaze followed her hand as it moved across her thigh, and he asked blankly.

"You have to kiss me, and you can touch me as much as you want while we're kissing, but stop when you're done." She pointed to her lips with her index finger
.

He snuggled closer to her, his heart already pounding with joy, but he still mimicked her tone and asked, "
Is it really that comfortable to kiss each other?"

"Yes," she said, taking his arm in a generous manner, "When I kiss you, I feel so light."
"I feel so light, hot and numb all over, and itchy in several places. I love it!"

"I love it too." He licked his lips, glad he had washed his mouth, and leaned in
to press .

"Wait a minute," she suddenly turned her head, her hands pressing against his chest, "What kind of filling do you like for your dumplings
?"

"Uh... fennel, scallions, chives, green beans, anything with pork is fine." He was taken aback, "What's wrong?"

"Luckily you eat chives. Otherwise... if I wanted to kiss you after eating dumplings, I'd have to brush my teeth first." She
giggled , kicked off her sandals, and crossed her legs over his, glancing at him sideways, "You're so clever."

"Huh?" He was about to kiss her when he quickly stopped, "Why?"

"I'm dressed like this right now, and you're saying there aren't many places to insulate me through my clothes." She
playfully grabbed his hand and bit it, then smiled and closed her eyes.

The moment his hand touched her soft lips, it eagerly slid up her thigh.

The fine downy hair didn't have the roughness of the body hair on his own thighs; perhaps because of the air conditioning,
the skin was cool and smooth, but compared to his mother's bracelet, it wasn't quite as smooth as jade.
However, even the smoothest jade is lifeless, while the thigh beneath his hand was full of youthful vitality, healthy, firm, and incredibly
elastic .

Of course, he didn't want to linger on her thigh for too long; after exploring its rounded curves, he couldn't wait to move upwards.
He climbed up.

In this reclining, kissing position on the sofa, Fang Tongtong's side and back were completely open to him. His hands freely
invaded her full, rounded buttocks. Although her swimsuit covered most of her bottom, the smooth fabric
and the softness—slightly different from her breasts but equally alluring—instantly filled his palms.

His fingers, connected to his heart, tentatively grasped hers, as if he were holding the feel of her buttocks in his heart, savoring it carefully
.

Surprisingly, after a couple of rubs on her buttocks, Fang Tongtong's lips suddenly pursed, tightly sucking on his
tongue, which was churning wildly inside her. Her previously panting nose emitted a soft "Mmm...uh." "

This was a soft moan he hadn't heard even after pinching her nipples until they were swollen.
A term he'd heard so much about but never seen before flashed through his mind—erogenous zone!

Fang Tongtong's buttocks were even more sensitive than her breasts!

He suddenly became excited. If he didn't still have to kiss her, he would have loved to immediately pull down
her swimsuit her white, tender buttocks a few times.

He desperately wanted to see his girlfriend show the same expression of enjoyment as him, preferably reaching orgasm directly.
This would not only give him immense psychological satisfaction but would also likely speed up his journey to losing his virginity
.

Fang Tongtong's breathing became more and more rapid with the movements of his hands, and her lips, entangled with his, forgot
what they were supposed to do , only gently sucking on his tongue.

No… just her buttocks… not enough… His desire burned brighter and brighter, making him sweat profusely.
Relying on Fang Tongtong's infatuation with him, he steeled himself, his fingers following the direction of the rubbing, suddenly slipping between her
slightly .

"Mmm?" She widened her eyes, her thighs immediately clamping together.

But his hand was already inside, separated from the girl's most mysterious place by only a thin sheet of fabric.

She was clenching her legs tightly; he tried hard, but his fingers couldn't move much. Let alone caressing the specific outline of that long
-dreamed -of organ, even rubbing against her swimsuit was extremely difficult.

He didn't dare let go of Fang Tongtong's mouth, because they had agreed that he could only touch her while kissing, so he could only mumble
as she sucked his tongue, "Is that right?" "

His tongue wasn't in his mouth, and the phrase 'Didn't we agree?' was almost entirely muffled. Luckily,
Fang Tongtong understood, and feeling guilty, she frowned, gently bit his tongue,
and let out a muffled groan.

Then, his legs finally relaxed.

He probably wasn't as happy as when Alibaba shouted 'Open Sesame.'

He eagerly stretched out his middle finger and pressed it tightly against her soft mons pubis. Even with the swimsuit covering it,
this breakthrough almost brought him to tears.

At this moment, he silently thanked the Love-Loving Spell countless times. In less than half a month, this
bachelor who had never even held a girl's hand had the opportunity to hold his beautiful girlfriend in a swimsuit, kissing her
while caressing her most protected sacred place.

After a while, he realized that the swimsuit fabric was actually thicker than he had imagined, or at least the crotch area
was thicker. He couldn't feel what shape was hidden inside, or whether it was similar to what he had seen and imagined from
words ." His fingers felt like they were touching a piece of tenderloin wrapped in thick cloth;
pressing down revealed its softness, but that was all he could discover.

He explored further, somewhat reluctantly, and soon felt the hardness of the pubic bone near the front.

When his fingers traced that area, Fang Tongtong's body visibly trembled.

Although he felt nothing, his extensive theoretical knowledge immediately brought to mind a mysterious
area: the clitoris.

He rallied, narrowing the area his fingers could move, testing little by little, until finally,
under a piece of swimsuit fabric, he discovered the area that made Fang Tongtong gasp even more intensely than when his buttocks were being touched.

The clitoris! The clitoris must be there!

Encouraged by Fang Tongtong's uninhibited attitude, he rolled over and pressed down on her, using his arm to spread one of her legs, passionately kissing her seemingly wanting-to-say-something mouth from
above . His fingers, openly placed in
the spot he had finally discovered, mimicked techniques he'd seen in movies, using a tickling motion to vigorously rub
back and forth .

"Ugh...ugh..." Fang Tongtong clenched her fists in front of her chest, closed her eyes, and
furrowed . His fingers rubbed them together a few times, and her body tensed and shrank back.

His lust surged, and he released her, lifting his head slightly to stare into her slightly bewildered eyes.
He said impatiently, "Tongtong, I...I want...I want to...please..."

As he spoke, he withdrew his hand from her crotch, unzipped her shorts, and impatiently pulled down her underwear to...
His already rock-hard penis emerged.

The swimsuit was hardly an obstacle; with just a slight nod from Fang Tongtong, he ripped it open and
thrust his erect manhood into her, completely uniting them.

Her slender neck twitched noticeably; she nervously swallowed, shook her head in fear, and
whispered, "Too fast... I... I'm scared. It's already so fast, can't you...
wait ?"

A voice inside him reminded him that Fang Tongtong's objections weren't firm; physically, she could easily
kick him to the ground and run away.

A girl who had invested her emotions could easily abandon her principles under her boyfriend's instigation. He knew that
if he lingered a little longer, carried her to the bedroom, and spent some more time on the bed, he would surely
succeed , leaving his deepest mark on her body and entering the hall of true manhood.

But suddenly he felt a pang of heartache. He didn't want his girlfriend to lose her virginity with such fear in her eyes.
He wanted everything to be beautiful, so beautiful that years later, this innocent memory could still be
a sweet .

He lowered his voice and said, "Yeah...it was a bit too fast. I'm sorry, I...I still couldn't help it.
I should waited until you were more mentally prepared before bringing it up."

Fang Tongtong blinked, her expression finally calming down a lot. "I...actually, I really like you, Zhao Tao.
It won't be long. I...it's my first time too, after all. Girls are bound to panic, unlike you guys who are
so lewd. You...you let me think about it some more, take it one step at a time, get used to it, okay?"

As she spoke, she lowered her hand and grasped his penis, remembering her experience from last time, and stroked it a couple of times. "See, I
actually give in to you very quickly. I...can I help you get it done this time too?"

He panted a few times, got up and leaned back on the sofa, letting out a long sigh. "Okay, otherwise I'll keep thinking
about that , and we won't be able to go swimming."

She retied her ponytail, sat down next to him, bent down, and her slender fingers enveloped his
warm penis, stroking it gently.

She leaned very low, her face almost touching his crotch.

He suddenly remembered a short story he'd read somewhere before. The gist was that a boss, struggling financially, wanted to deduct
his employees' New Year's bonuses. Fearing strong opposition, he first announced he wouldn't pay salaries for six months
, then officially changed it to three months. After the employees protested, he negotiated and eventually changed it to only deducting bonuses, to which the employees
were quite satisfied.

He wasn't sure what the story was trying to teach, but it popped up now, reminding him that he actually had
this kind of mentality.

Demanding the final step was equivalent to not paying salaries for six months, so…
could he try three months now? If Fang Tongtong still disagreed, he could just keep giving in. After all, at worst,
he'd still have her masturbate as a backup plan, right?

He boldly tapped Fang Tongtong's shoulder and whispered, "Tongtong, can you suck that for me?"

(Chapter 31)

"Huh?" Fang Tongtong turned to look at Zhao Tao, her
expression . "No way. That's where you pee. What kind of terrible idea is this?"

Oh no, it seems Fang Tongtong doesn't really understand the word "oral sex," or rather, she only understands it negatively.

Zhao Tao forced a smile and tentatively said, "I'll go wash it, it'll be clean after washing."

"No. Ugh... I just ate." She pouted, genuinely a little unhappy. "Don't you want to kiss me
later ? After sucking that, won't it be disgusting to kiss you? No, no. Let's find another one."

"Okay, okay." Realizing things were going wrong, he quickly waved his hand, then his eyes swept over her one-piece
swimsuit , suddenly remembering a bizarre case he'd seen in an old magazine at a roadside stall.

The short stories in those magazines were full of provocative descriptions, and that case was no exception. It told the story
of how a handsome man disguised himself as a woman to swindle money from three other men, and even slept with two of them
. In the final part of his confession, he specifically mentioned that he would turn off the lights before each time he slept with his victims, then
pull his penis back and use his clenched thighs to fool the virgin victims.

His sexual orientation wasn't anything special; he only remembered the story because, ever since he could achieve a full erection, he had
found it difficult to masturbate by clenching his thighs to stimulate his glans, so he had been curious for a while about
how the male conman managed to make his victims ejaculate.

Later, he realized that it might be similar to how he would occasionally insert his penis between his clenched fingers to simulate
sex .

Fang Tongtong's thighs, of course, were far more beautiful than any man's. Straight, long, and full, they had made his hands numb
when together, so tightly that there probably wasn't a single gap.

He immediately came up with an equivalent idea: deducting his bonus. "Tongtong, then... can you stand up, put your legs together, bend
over, and hold onto the sofa?"

Fang Tongtong hesitated for a moment, probably feeling embarrassed about constantly refusing her boyfriend's requests. She
stood up hesitantly, turned around, bent over, and held onto the back of the sofa. "Like this?"

"Yes, like this." He stared at her breasts, which appeared even fuller under gravity, and couldn't help but reach out
and gently rub them a few times.

"Just so it's easier to touch them? But like this... I can't help you masturbate." She blushed,
didn't dodge, and just watched his hand playfully searching for her nipple on the top of her breasts.

"No, I... I wanted you to put your legs together, I... I'll try it between them." He said, getting up and
standing a little nervously behind Fang Tongtong. She was only half a head shorter than him, and her legs were long. He slightly spread
his feet to get in position, and had to tiptoe slightly to reach her mons pubis and insert his hand between her legs.

She immediately covered the area between her legs with her hand, saying warily, "You're not allowed to pull it apart."

"I promise. I've been holding back like this, don't you believe me?" he promised, his body already
impatiently leaning closer. Even if it was just a pretense, the position looked almost identical to real sex,
which was enough to excite him immensely.

His glans recklessly thrust directly between her thighs, and unsurprisingly, his fingers...
It was difficult even to get his head in, let alone his round, fleshy mushroom. The friction

made him grimace, almost giving way from the pain.

Lubrication, yes, he needed lubrication. His mind was a mess; he couldn't think of a good lubricant for a moment.
He quickly told him, "Don't move, wait for me," and rushed into the bathroom. He grabbed
a bar of soap, rinsed it with water, lathered it up, and smeared it all over his penis.

When he returned, a curious Fang Tongtong saw his foam-covered penis dangling in front of his crotch
and chuckled, "Are you giving yourself a bath?"

"Just for the slippery feel," he replied casually, quickly getting into position. He grabbed her buttocks and gave a push; the soap
lather worked perfectly, making her smooth, delicate skin no longer an obstacle. His entire penis slid smoothly
into the center of her tightly pressed thighs.

"Ah..." she gasped softly, seemingly curious as she looked down at the thing peeking out from
between her legs , its dark eyes staring at her. "I... I can just stay like this?"

"Yes. Hold on tight, I... I'll move a little." He said excitedly, mimicking the positions in porn,
bending down to hug her, cupping her breasts with both hands, as if he were already inside her, thrusting his hips excitedly
.

Although the sensory pleasure was slightly less than masturbation, the overall feeling was much better.
The illusion of being penetrated from behind made his penis swell to the point of almost bursting. Anyway, he still didn't know what it felt like inside a woman's
body , so this fake experience was quite nice.

Not wanting to be the only one getting excited, he fiddled with her nipples, which were already bulging under her swimsuit, while trying to
raise his position, pressing his thick penis as close as possible to her plump mons pubis. With each thrust, he would
rub against her sensitive areas through the swimsuit.

A moment later, Fang Tongtong started biting her lower lip and softly moaning, but no matter
how

only moaned every now and then, seemingly enjoying it, but definitely not intensely. "Damn it, idiot, I completely forgot about the sensitive spots I just discovered," he cursed inwardly,
pulling his hands away and straightening her up by her round, plump buttocks.

Looking down, he saw white soap suds covering Fang Tongtong's thighs, looking as if he had ejaculated
several times . A sudden itch rose in his heart, and he quickly composed himself, kneading her upturned buttocks as he continued his thrusts of pleasure.

A small-time crook he knew at the computer arcade had once said that female students' buttocks were no good, that they sat on chairs all day and
flattened them. He thought it made sense then, but now, touching Fang Tongtong's fleshy, slightly exposed buttocks when her swimsuit rode up
, he found a perfect counterexample.

Such beautiful buttocks, he wouldn't mind using his face as a chair.

"Mmm..." Sure enough, after changing positions, Fang Tongtong's voice became charming and seductive,
unlike her usual voice. It was mostly nasal, sweet and coquettish, even more
intimidating .

Especially when she suddenly let out a "ah" that trembled three times at the end, it made his lower back ache,
and his heart felt like it had been licked by a tongue, a pleasurable sensation spreading through every pore of his body.

As the moans intensified with his rubbing of her buttocks, his virgin stamina finally
reached its limit.

Unable to control the urge to ejaculate, he suddenly pressed Fang Tongtong down, passionately kissed her lips,
masturbated a few more times with his hand, squeezed between her legs, and ejaculated onto her lower abdomen with a trembling body.

The white, sticky semen, as if they had just made love, flowed down the slope of her lower abdomen,
flowing over the mysterious garden hidden by her swimsuit.

A thought suddenly flashed through his mind. He panted as he took Fang Tongtong's hand, took her index finger into his mouth, and
sucked on it vigorously, like a French kiss. Then, he secretly rubbed some of his own index finger on the pool of semen and
groped bring it to her lips.

Fang Tongtong, her eyes blurry, didn't notice anything special. Her face flushed as she stared at him licking her finger
, smiled, and then, with a soft "ah," she took his finger into her mouth as well.

(Thirty-two)

"What's going on..." After licking it all over, Fang Tongtong smacked her lips and frowned, complaining, "Why are your
fingers so sticky? What did you touch?"

"Sweat. What could it be?" Zhao Tao replied casually, got up, leaned back on the sofa, and pulled his now-soft
penis back into his pants.

He looked at the slippery soap suds on his legs and the patch of white semen below his lower abdomen.

Fang Tongtong quickly got up, checked that it hadn't yet flowed onto the sofa, and hurriedly ran to the bathroom in her slippers.

Hmm…maybe I should dig out the slippers Mom wore when she came back. He watched Fang Tongtong run inside and stretched
contentedly . This time he'd fed her much more than she'd accidentally swallowed last time; regardless of whether the effect would be
stronger, at least he didn't have to worry about it suddenly wearing off. To have progressed to this point from kissing in just one week filled him with rosy anticipation

for the upcoming summer vacation . 　　He was very confident that Fang Tongtong and he would have their first time before the vacation ended. 　　Glancing at his parents' perpetually closed bedroom door, he considered whether he should open it and tidy it up when the time was right ; that soft double Simmons mattress was far more suitable than his small single bed . 　　He fantasized for a while about their wonderful future life together, including their sex life. Fang Tongtong finally came out of the bathroom with a frown and said to him, "Look at this patch you smeared on my swimsuit. Will it leave a mark when it dries?" 　　"Anyway, we're not going swimming. I'll just soak in the pool where the water temperature is right and it'll be clean." 　　"You pervert, all you think about is that." She pouted and glared at him. "And you still remember we're going to the swimming pool ? You just kept bumping my butt for ten minutes or so. Aren't you annoyed?" 　　"Something this comfortable never gets boring." 　　She went to the bedroom to change. "I don't believe it. Even the best food can't be eaten every day. When I was little loved lamb skewers. My mom thought the ones near the school gate weren't clean and didn't have time to supervise me, so she took me to Sikou Street and we ate over fifty yuan worth. For years after that, I felt like throwing up whenever I saw lamb skewers." 　　"It's different from eating," he quickly explained. "This is addictive. It'll probably take me at least three months to get tired of it."

"Forty, right?"

For teenagers of that age, middle age seemed like a very distant concept.

Before leaving, Fang Tongtong hugged him and let him kiss her for a while, perhaps afraid he would get carried away again
. After a few minutes of kissing, she reluctantly let go.

Whether it was because she wanted to assert her dominance in front of other girls at the swimming pool, or because the kiss she gave him
really worked, she stayed close to him from the moment they got into the water. Every time he dove-paddled ten meters or so, she
would dive over like a mermaid, deliberately tugging at the waistband of his swim trunks underwater, pretending to
scare him.

When playing on the water slide, leaning against him wasn't enough; she insisted on... She wrapped her arms around his waist and
plunged down the pool like conjoined twins, choking on water but still laughing gleefully.

They played until 6:30, when the pool was about to close, before finally returning to Zhao Tao's house, exhausted. They

had already prepared enough food for dinner, so they heated it up and ate together. Fang Tongtong insisted that
his swimming skills were poor and he must be tired, so she took over the dishes and cleaned up, telling him to go play games on TV.

He considered it for a while, then handed her a Crazy Wolf disc, thinking he could teach her how to play.

Unexpectedly, as soon as Fang Tongtong returned, she jumped onto the sofa, leaned against him, and pointed at the TV, saying, "Let's switch to
that foggy game. You play, I'll watch it like a horror movie. Okay?" "

Uh... actually, he's not too brave to play Silent Hill either. Resident Evil scares him half to death.
The last time he dropped the game controller was because he gritted his teeth and tried it once when he first bought it.

But courage is a matter of environment.

With his girlfriend, whose hair is still damp, right next to him, his courage must be at least doubled.

" "Okay, sure." He went over and changed the disc, deciding to start from the beginning.

That night, he solidified his idea that he would prioritize horror movies when watching movies with Fang Tongtong in the future.
During the entire Titanic movie, they only kissed twice, once when Fang Tongtong was crying with tears in her eyes during the sinking scene and he leaned
over to comfort her. But in less than four hours of Silent Hill, the two of them had their lips together for almost an hour
.

Every time there was a slightly scary part, she would scream and shrink into his arms, then pitifully
raise her little face and say, "Kiss me, I'm scared." "

A monster pops out, 'I'm scared'; I see a bloody scene, 'I'm scared'; the flashlight runs out of
power, 'I'm scared'; his mind wanders, the protagonist gets killed by a monster, and before he can even reload, he's already
saying 'I'm scared' again.

Damn, if anyone could play Silent Hill this erotically, Konami could probably buy Microsoft.

By the time he was almost back to take her home, his protagonist had long since lost all sense of direction and wandered aimlessly, and sure enough,
he was killed by a bunch of things he couldn't even see clearly.

This time, before Fang Tongtong could turn her head, he simply threw the controller aside, picked her up, pressed her against the back of the sofa, and
kissed her.

He rubbed her breasts a few times through her clothes, thought for a moment, then smacked her tongue hard, pulled away a little, and
whispered breathlessly, 'Tongtong, can I touch your nipples without clothes in between?'" Her

face flushed, and she didn't speak. After hesitating for a moment, she nodded slightly.

He happily lowered his hand and slipped it under her shirt. As soon as his palm touched her lower abdomen, her abdominal muscles
tensed up. He gently rubbed them a couple of times, then eagerly tried to slip

his hand into her bra. The bra was tighter than he had imagined; he tried twice to squeeze his hand through the bottom seam, but he couldn't manage it.

Fang Tongtong snorted and released his mouth. "Untie it... don't put your hand in like that, you just bought it, don't stretch it out
." "

Unfasten? Yes... unfasten!" He suddenly realized, and hurriedly fumbled around to his back. The clasp, however,
required considerable skill; for a proficient person, it was just a matter of a quick pinch, but the greenhorn was sweating profusely,
his hand still struggling to find the right spot.

Fang Tongtong gave him a playful glare, shrank back, and with a quick movement through her clothes,
pulled her bra out from under the hem, casually placing it on the sofa armrest. She said nervously, "That's it...
we can't ask for anything else." He

nodded repeatedly, and seeing her close her eyes, he pounced on her like a hungry tiger, sucking and
licking her tongue. His hands finally found no resistance as they climbed onto her proud, erect breasts.

The heavy lower edge was slightly damp with sweat, and the smooth skin encased soft, elastic fat,
stimulating his most primal reproductive urges on every level.

This time, he finally remembered not to make her nipples uneven in size, so in the end, both slightly upturned
nipples were swollen from his pinching and rubbing.

It was half an hour later when Fang Tongtong finished helping him masturbate.

"I won't ride my bike to see you during holidays anymore. The No. 35 bus goes to your compound gate, I'll take the bus from now on
." Before going upstairs at home, Fang Tongtong finished another passionate kiss and said softly.

"What's wrong?" he asked curiously.

"Take me with you when we go out again. I want to ride in your car."

"Huh?" He paused for a moment, then immediately nodded.

“I have to pretend at school, but once I don’t have to, I’ll be clinging to you all the time. Besides…” She
was a little embarrassed, flicked her ponytail, and took two steps back, “that way, when we go out, I can hold you for much longer
.”

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