The end of the world is actually a lie.

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Our company's main business is import and export. However, after the European sovereign debt crisis, the exports of some domestic manufacturing factories are worrying. In addition, many foreign companies no longer regard China as their main production and processing partner, but instead choose developing countries such as Vietnam, Myanmar, and Laos, where labor is cheaper than in China. As a result, the domestic export business has been declining year by year in recent years. Therefore, in the past two years, we have shifted our business focus to imports.
Last year, a counterfeit incident occurred involving a well-known furniture brand. Some manufacturers in Guangdong entrusted the brand with producing furniture, which was then exported from Shenzhen to Italy and then shipped back to China. The furniture was sold in multiple cities in China under the guise of being genuine Italian imports. This was later exposed by the leading domestic media, causing a great social uproar. For a time, consumers lost the ability to distinguish between genuine and counterfeit Italian furniture, and a shadow was cast over "Made in Italy".
This crisis has shown me an opportunity. While consumers were alarmed by the lack of integrity among businesses, they also gained a deeper impression of the artistic charm of Italian furniture. Italian furniture is renowned for its elegance, luxury, solemnity, and majesty, with top-notch antique craftsmanship conveying a rich cultural connotation. As the counterfeiting scandal escalated, Italian design styles became increasingly understood and appreciated by Chinese consumers, with the momentum not diminishing but growing, and the high-end consumer group in China gradually expanding.
It is precisely for this reason that many import companies have sensed a lucrative business opportunity in importing authentic Italian furniture. My company, from last year to now, has signed long-term furniture import contracts with more than a dozen domestic furniture retailers. Using these contracts as leverage, we negotiated with several Italian furniture manufacturers, ultimately finalizing a deal with the well-known Italian brand, Desifte. We negotiated with Desifte's Greater China branch, mainly focusing on my sales channels and their supply sources, agreeing to joint imports. However, we have been unable to reach an agreement due to disagreements over profit sharing.
The main problem was that Desfield didn't show enough sincerity. Every time there was a discussion about profit distribution, they would delay by asking headquarters. Finally, during the ninth round of negotiations, I lost my temper and impulsively stormed off, refusing to negotiate any further.
But I regretted it afterward. After all, I had spent over a year and invested all my manpower, resources, and money to sign contracts with more than a dozen furniture retailers in China, but there was still no supply. If it was delayed for a few more months, not only would we lose a large portion of our current booming business, but we would also have to pay a huge amount of liquidated damages. Because of my impulsiveness, the company was on the verge of bankruptcy. Thinking that all my hard work over the past ten years would be in vain, I decided to exile myself as punishment for my immaturity.
After returning, I remembered Yang Xin saying that dreams and hopes never expire, and a bold idea came to mind: instead of importing with others, why not take the risk and try independent importing? Therefore, I started to recruit talent familiar with high-end furniture. After all, this industry was still unfamiliar to a company that only did import and export. How could we gain a foothold without relevant talent?
I placed numerous job postings in newspapers and online. Due to the pressing situation, unlike other companies that require applicants to submit resumes first and then schedule interviews, I only had one requirement: anyone with some familiarity with high-end furniture could come directly for an interview.
I personally oversaw the interviews, which took place in my office in a relatively relaxed atmosphere. Instead of a tense, mechanical interview across the table, we sat down together, made tea, and chatted casually before I asked more in-depth professional questions. This wasn't because I was too relaxed; I mainly didn't want to put too much pressure on the candidates. Besides, you can roughly tell what kind of person someone is and whether they are suitable for the job from their daily speech and behavior. In
the past few days, one or two people have come to apply sporadically, but the results have been somewhat unsatisfactory. After all, the high-end furniture industry in China is still in its infancy, and I haven't had much contact with people there yet.
Life is unpredictable; I had imagined countless times what it would be like to reunite with Yang Xin, but I never imagined that we would meet through an interview.
When she walked into the office and saw me in my suit, she was first taken aback, then remained stunned. The scene was more than just a startle; for me, it was more than just a momentary lapse. We stared at each other.
Her flowing hair exuded a captivating elegance, a light blue silk scarf draped around her neck, and the perfect combination of a white fitted shirt and a dark, collarless, ruffled blazer accentuated her curves. Her long, slender legs, framed by stockings, were incredibly alluring, and her delicate feet, clad in pointed-toe stilettos, gracefully touched the ground. I had to admit that this woman was an elegant and sophisticated professional. If it weren't for her face, which I had longed for, I would hardly have associated her with Yang Xin. In camouflage, she was dashing and heroic; in a suit, she was graceful and elegant. It seems a woman's attire can completely transform her image.
Finally, Yang Xin broke the silence, saying, "I never expected that you were actually..." I just smiled, pretending to be very polite, and invited her to sit on the sofa. After personally pouring her a cup of tea, I sat down next to her and asked, "Are you here for a job interview?" Yang Xin didn't say anything, but simply picked up her teacup, took a sip, and tried to calm herself down.
There was no need for me to engage in further small talk with Yang Xin. Even though I consider myself a person of many talents, I didn't really know her very well. I had no choice but to get straight to the point and ask, "So, what are your thoughts on the high-end furniture market?" But without even thinking, she replied, "I don't have any thoughts." Was she here for an interview? She was practically there to sabotage the interview. Only Yang Xin could make me helplessly ask,
"If you don't have any thoughts, then why are you here for an interview?"
Yang Xin casually replied, "I saw the job posting online and just came to check it out." "Didn't you see the only requirement? It's that you need to have some knowledge of high-end furniture?" "I didn't see it. I only saw that the salary is good." Perhaps because she was facing me, Yang Xin seemed distracted. With her elegant attire, she was clearly prepared, but at this moment, she seemed unwilling to talk to me much. But I didn't want the interview to end so simply. Even if she really didn't know anything, I still wanted to arrange a position for her in the company so I could keep her by my side long-term. I refused to believe that feelings wouldn't develop over time. So I said, "Then tell me, what can you do?" Yang Xin shook her head and said, "I don't know what I can do."
It seemed that Yang Xin was determined to go against me. She didn't seem like a job applicant, but rather like a sulking little girl. The subtext was: I'm like this, do whatever you want.
Patience is one of my strengths, so I asked again, "Then what do you want to do?"
"I don't know."
After that, I asked several more questions in succession, and Yang Xin brushed them off with "I don't understand" and "I don't know."
I was completely defeated by her and had no choice but to say helplessly, "How about this, I think you have good interpersonal skills. Why don't you train in the customer service department first, as an assistant? You can learn while you work, which is better than being a female security guard, right?" Yang Xin asked for the first time, "Do you think I have no future as a female security guard?" I quickly explained, "No, no, that's not what I meant. I think you're extraordinary and very smart. Being a female security guard would be a waste of your talents. I think that with your abilities, being a customer service assistant is also beneath you. This is just to let you work and learn first, and then we'll arrange a better position for you when it's suitable." Yang Xin saw through my intentions at a glance and said, "Fang Zhi, you're going to such lengths to keep me by your side. Is there some ulterior motive?" I didn't expect her to be so blunt, but I didn't want to admit my ulterior motive, so I smiled and said, "If I had ulterior motives, I would have just made you my secretary directly, instead of arranging you in customer service." "Go away." Yang Xin said disdainfully, "So, you're implying you have ulterior motives towards every female secretary you've had." I smiled and said, "I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I've never had a secretary, let alone a female secretary." Yang Xin said angrily, "Since you don't have a secretary, yet you said you wanted me to be your secretary, can I take that as a joke?" I said seriously, "You can't think that way. Just because I don't have a secretary doesn't mean I don't need one. It's just that I think you're very smart, even smarter than me, and I believe you can arrange everything for me." Yang Xin sneered, "Smarter than you? It sounds strange coming from you. We haven't known each other for long, but you've hidden yourself quite well. Compared to you, I'm ashamed of my intelligence." Yang Xin's dissatisfaction, which had started the moment she entered the room, finally erupted. In the end, it was my fault. Anyone would not accept someone who had claimed to like her but had been hiding their identity all along, without even the most basic sincerity.
Faced with Yang Xin's dissatisfaction, I remained silent for a while before sincerely saying, "Hiding my identity wasn't intentional; I had my reasons. I hope you can forgive me this time." After saying this, I stood up and bowed deeply to her.
Seeing my sudden sincere apology, Yang Xin fell silent for a moment, looked at me solemnly, and then got up to leave.
I quickly reached out and grabbed her, saying, "Why are you leaving so suddenly? Don't you accept my apology?" Yang Xin shook her head and said seriously, "I'm not qualified to accept your apology!" "Why?" Yang Xin said calmly, "It's because I don't want to play along with you anymore. I'm not here for an interview; I'm the Marketing Director for Desfits Greater China." As soon as she finished speaking, my mind went blank. It was because of the breakdown in negotiations with Desfits that I had been exiled for a month. Just three days ago, my assistant mentioned that Desif had called, wanting to renegotiate. This time, they replaced all the original negotiators to show their sincerity, specifically bringing in the newly appointed Greater China Marketing Director from their Italian headquarters, asking me to respond.
However, because I was determined to take the risk and independently import other brands, I told my assistant to ignore it. When I showed them my sincerity, they didn't appreciate it, almost ruining my business. Just when I finally mustered the courage to start over, they were eager to renegotiate. That's how things are in this world; the more you care, the less you get. I couldn't let these foreign companies keep trampling on me. The initiative was in my hands, and Desif wasn't the only high-end Italian furniture brand.
But honestly, re-planning wasn't easy. High-end furniture is such a difficult business to enter. Although I didn't want to lose the Desif brand, I simply couldn't swallow this insult. But after hearing Yang Xin's words, that initial anger no longer mattered. A greater grievance lingered in my mind: not only had I concealed my identity, but she had too, and she might become my future rival. No wonder she said she wasn't qualified to accept my apology.
After a moment of stunned silence, I asked, annoyed, "Since you're the marketing director of Desifte, what brings you here today?" Yang Xin replied, "I contacted you three days ago, but you haven't responded. Then I saw your job posting in the newspaper, and I guessed you weren't planning on cooperating and wanted to import independently." "I'm not afraid to be frank; that's exactly what I'm planning. So, you're using the job application as an excuse to probe my background." "If I had disturbed you abruptly, you might not have met me. However, I'm not here to probe your background; I've come personally to deliver this negotiation proposal." As she spoke, Yang Xin handed me a document.
I took the proposal without even glancing at it, tossed it aside, and glared at her, saying, "Do you think I'll accept this proposal?" Yang Xin smiled and said, "I wasn't very confident at first, but knowing it's you, I think you'll accept it." Yang Xin was right. Even if the marketing director who came today wasn't her, but someone else, such sincere delivery of materials would still make me consider accepting it. These past few days of recruiting professionals have made me realize how difficult it is to have a partner familiar with this field. Desifte's supply and my long-term client base are a perfect combination. Despite my stubbornness, business is paramount; I can't let my emotions lead the company down an unknown path.
"I heard you're the main person in charge of this negotiation. Does that mean I'll be negotiating with you from now on?" Saying this meant I agreed to renegotiate.
"That was originally planned, but I've changed my mind. I'll have the marketing director negotiate with you then." The implication was that Yang Xin didn't intend to meet with me in the next few rounds of negotiations. Indeed, we are two people who know each other so well; how could we possibly be at odds at the negotiating table?
Seeing that Yang Xin was about to leave again, I didn't want to lose the opportunity to be alone with her, so I grabbed her again and said,
"Then, for the success of our future cooperation, I'll treat you to dinner—a real candlelight dinner." Yang Xin gently shook off my hand and said indifferently, "Forget it, before we cooperate, to avoid suspicion, it's best if we don't meet privately." She walked quickly out of my office right before my eyes, leaving only a silhouette for me to savor.
The next day, Yang Xin's basic information appeared on my desk. She studied Marketing and Business Analytics at Edinburgh Business School in Scotland, was fluent in Chinese, English, Italian, and French, was a professional manager with an annual salary of millions, and had been hired by Desfits headquarters in Italy two years ago. She had taken a vacation back to China two months ago and recently took over as the company's Marketing Director for Greater China. Professionally, she had a good reputation in the industry, and after joining Desfits, she took only one year to penetrate the American market for the brand. On the personal level, she was low-key yet cultured, elegant and avoiding trouble. Who would have thought that what was rumored in the industry as low-key was, in my eyes, arrogance, and elegance as approachable generosity? My self-perceived maturity and rationality were completely shattered in her presence. But
none of that mattered. What surprised me most was that she concealed her actual age from all of us—she was 28! Indeed, even the most generous woman doesn't want others to know her real age.
In the proposal Yang Xin gave me, regarding the profit-sharing issue, Desfield was making some concessions. Negotiation is inherently a tug-of-war; initially, the highest profit is demanded, then it's like haggling at a market. Negotiation without compromise isn't negotiation. I didn't intend to negotiate personally; it was meaningless to me, so I delegated the task to my assistant and the business department. After a week of negotiations, both sides compromised, and I only met with Yang Xin once before signing the contract. Next came the processing of import procedures to welcome the first batch of goods.
Although the cooperation was successful, the more important matter right now than the import of goods is the personal negotiation between Yang Xin and me.
Whether I lied to her or she lied to me, we each deceived the other once, so we're evenly matched. To us, we're like the shepherd boy in the story of "The Boy Who Cried Wolf," telling pointless lies in our lonely days, but we never intended to hurt anyone. Giving her a chance is also giving myself a chance.
So, after signing the contract, I sent her a bouquet of pink roses from a flower shop, along with a card that read, "I want to welcome the end of the world with you!" It was signed "The Shepherd Boy."
On the evening of December 21, 2012, I received a call from Yang Xin, asking me to meet her at her apartment.
Following the address to her apartment, Yang Xin calmly invited me inside. I sat somewhat anxiously on the living room sofa, but she didn't even pour me a cup of tea. Instead, she expressionlessly tossed my card onto the coffee table and asked, "What do you mean by this?" I looked at her and said sincerely, "Can I spend the last day of the world with you?" Yang Xin suddenly slammed her hand on the coffee table, arrogantly saying, "Do you know the price of deceiving me?"

Before I could react, Yang Xin immediately smiled and said, "The price is that if the sun still rises tomorrow, I want you to be with me to greet every day after that." After listening attentively to Yang Xin's words, my slightly tense mood finally eased. I knew that on this apocalypse, I was going to have a romance.
Saying anything now was superfluous. The only thing I could do was stand up, embrace her tenderly, hold her slender waist, and look down into her tender eyes. Unable to resist any longer, I kissed her red lips, savoring their sweet taste. She let out a soft "Mmm" and wrapped her arms around my neck.
My tongue lightly teased her moist lips, gently slipping inside to stir them. Our breaths mingled, and the electric sensation sent shivers down our spines. We could only let our passion and thirst run wild.
In the silent air, we were so intense and frenzied. My hands began to knead her back vigorously, pulling out the hem of her shirt that had been hidden under her skirt. My broad hands tried to lift the hem of her shirt and reach up from behind, but Yang Xin broke free, pushing me away and panting, "Wait..." "Isn't the door closed?" I instinctively turned to look; the door was firmly shut.
Yang Xin giggled, "Silly boy, I'm going to take a shower first... I prepared the water when you came..." Then, she walked shyly towards the bathroom.
"Then let's go together!"
Yang Xin didn't say anything, which was tantamount to acquiescing. Besides, she hadn't closed the bathroom door after she went in. If I still didn't understand, I'd be a complete idiot. In no time, I stormed into the bathroom, naked.
Inside, I was enveloped in rising white steam and the scent of roses. The bathtub wasn't large, but it was big enough for two people to soak together. Yang Xin was immersed in the comfort of the warm water caressing her tired body, her two full breasts floating on the surface, incredibly alluring.
Seeing me completely naked, Yang Xin's beautiful eyes stared at my erect penis with a strange smile.
"What are you laughing at? It's not like I haven't seen this before," I said, stepping into the tub, creating a powerful splash, and sitting face-to-face with her.
"Can't you be a gentleman? Sit down and relax," Yang Xin said, displeased that I was so hasty in sitting in the tub, splashing water
everywhere. "Then I'll do what a gentleman should do," I said, demonstrating with my actions. I poured shower gel into both palms and rubbed it onto her breasts, starting from the base and slowly covering her entire breast. Lubricated by the shower gel and water droplets, her skin became exceptionally smooth, and her tender breasts were irresistible to me.
The perfectly timed massage made Yang Xin pant heavily. Not to be outdone, she also applied some shower gel, stirred it in her hands, and while I loosened my grip, she slowly moved forward and sat on my lap, hugging me and reaching out to apply it to my back. In this way, her soft and smooth body pressed tightly against me, her breasts rubbing against mine, while my penis was pressed against the inside of her thighs, rubbing against me as she moved.
After just a few rounds, I was already feeling incredibly satisfied, so I held her tightly and kissed her moist lips again, sucking on them. This action made her hands, which were applying it to my back, slow down, and at the same time, the hands that were originally holding her waist began to move slowly, smearing shower gel on her neck, sliding down to her shoulders, gently rubbing and applying it.
Yang Xin was panting heavily from my ministrations. I then turned her over so her back was facing me and reached behind her to massage her breasts. She had already closed her eyes, allowing me to fully caress her. My thumb and forefinger gently pinched and twisted her nipples, which, already proudly erect, became even more swollen after my further caresses. My
penis, following the principle of thermal expansion and contraction, remained firm in the warm water. Although it was briefly suppressed by her buttocks, it couldn't stop the urge to rise.
My hands slowly slid down from her breasts, exploring the water, not wanting to miss any inch of her smooth skin beneath the warm water. I carefully scrubbed her from her waist to her lower abdomen, even playfully digging into her navel to wash away any dirt. Yang Xin, whether from pleasure or ticklishness, involuntarily twisted her body, and my penis, suppressed by her buttocks, trembled involuntarily with her movements.
Aroused by my actions, Yang Xin reluctantly turned her head to kiss me again, her fragrant tongue entwining with mine before she suddenly sucked it into her lubricated mouth, gently biting and licking it. Soaking in warm water, embracing this beauty, the lines from Sima Xiangru's poem, "Why do we become a pair of mandarin ducks, flying side by side in harmony," perfectly captured this feeling.
As we soared together, I reached my hand further down, past her lower abdomen, and touched the scattered pubic hairs underwater. I picked up a slightly longer hair and playfully tugged at it.
"Ah..." Yang Xin cried out in pain as my tongue left her, giving me a reproachful look.
Seeing her displeasure, I quickly and gently combed her pubic hair in the water with my palm, until her anger turned to joy. After combing her labia, I slid my hand down, caressing her two moist petals. My entire palm covered her vulva, rubbing up and down, between her labia majora and minora and her clitoris, until she gasped for breath, moaning, "Gently...gently...slowly...slowly..." I ignored her, simply placing my middle finger between her labia and gently sliding it back and forth from top to bottom. Then I pinched her labia with my thumb, and then used my index and middle fingers to spread her labia apart, letting the fluids wash directly inside. This stimulation sent Yang Xin's desire soaring to another peak, making her tremble and moan wave after wave: "Mmm...uh...oh...ah..." When it was almost time, I inserted my middle finger into the gap to explore, feeling Yang Xin's vagina tightly gripping my finger. I playfully probed the inner walls of her vagina with my fingers, and Yang Xin immediately became aroused after just a few strokes:
"Oh...oh..."
Yang Xin's arousal allowed me to relax and probe further, my middle finger poking and probing the inner walls haphazardly.
Fingering gave her a pleasure that the penis could not provide; the fingers could bend and straighten at will, hooking and twisting, a feeling different from the thrusting of the penis. I patiently probed the inner walls of her vagina, and about a finger and a half from the entrance, there was a small spot on the inside. Every time my finger touched this spot, Yang Xin's body would tremble, and her vaginal opening would quiver. I knew this was her sensitive spot, so I focused my attack on that spot, while also rubbing her clitoris with my thumb outside the entrance.
"Hmm...ah...ah...lighter...lighter..."
With each increase in the intensity of my middle finger, Yang Xin could only scream, while my left hand increased the pressure on her breasts, kneading them forcefully.
I kneaded her body with both hands, forcing her to shakily lift her legs out of the water, splashing water as she placed them on either side of the bathtub's edge. Using the momentum of her legs, her buttocks floated in the water, and her lower body spread even wider, allowing my fingers to probe and dig more freely inside.
"Ah... I... can't... take it... anymore..."
Suddenly, Yang Xin's body trembled, and I could clearly feel a warm, tingling flow emanating from her lower abdomen in a spasm, mingling with the water in the bathtub. Her entire body went limp, and she leaned back against my chest, half-conscious, her labia opening and closing, gripping my finger.
When I withdrew my finger, Yang Xin remained limp and powerless against my chest, her alluring, white thighs languidly parted.
In the erotic atmosphere following the climax I had brought her to, she lay shyly on me, eyes closed, panting, lost in the afterglow.
I held her tightly, my penis rubbing against her floating buttocks, preparing for the next round of action. But she broke free, got out of the bathtub, and turned on the showerhead, letting the warm water spray onto her sweat-soaked body. At the same time, she wiped away the water droplets condensed on the mirror of the sink, reflecting her shy face and the water-drenched body.
Sitting in the bathtub, I could clearly see Yang Xin's flawless body through the mirror. At this moment, she was no longer graceful and elegant, nor dashing and heroic, but sexy and alluring. Her pair of semi-circular breasts were still perky, the bright red nipples like two tempting cherries, enough to make any man drool. The lines of her body were impeccable, exuding an alluring charm. Combined with the streams of water from the showerhead, it was a picture of pure beauty, teasing and bewitching my senses. At this moment, in this situation, if I didn't take advantage of her right then and there, when would I ever get the chance?
I immediately got out of the bathtub, went around behind her, and hugged her, letting the streams of water patter over us. I was thinking that making love in this artificial rain would be quite an experience.
Without thinking, I acted, lest she break free again. So I pushed her to the edge of the marble sink, had her place her hands on the marble, and pulled her slightly backward, causing her buttocks to curve upwards in a beautiful arc. Her two snow-white, round buttocks and the tender flesh between her thighs were completely exposed before me.
Yang Xin was a little taken aback by my sudden action, hurriedly saying, "Wait...wait...wait...I'm not used to...this..." At the same time, her buttocks began to wiggle slightly, seemingly resisting the position. However, in my eyes, the wiggling of her buttocks didn't seem like resistance, but rather like welcoming.
I leaned forward, forcefully spreading her legs with my feet. Her private parts were already wet from the recent pleasure and the droplets of fluid. I inserted my erect penis between her legs, rubbing the glans up and down between her tender, everted labia as I asked her, "How about now? Are you used to it?" Yang Xin only gasped, "Fine... if you... like it... like it... that's enough..." It wasn't that she resigned herself to it; it was because my glans was pressing against the most sensitive spot above her labia, and this stimulation quickly reignited her desire.
I held her waist with one hand, and with the other, I used two fingers to separate her slippery labia. I stood on tiptoe, aimed my glans at the entrance, and thrust it in. With a "plop," my penis slid in.
"Ah... ah..." Yang Xin couldn't help but let out a series of pleasurable moans to relieve her current pleasure.
My initial thrusting was consistent with my personality—patiently and slowly entering, each time plunging deep inside before slowly withdrawing, or sometimes slowly entering and then rapidly withdrawing. Amidst this varied and endless thrusting, Yang Xin's moans were the best proof of my rhythm.
"Ah... um... um... ah... ah... um... um... ah..." I held her round buttocks with both hands, pushing her back and forth. Each thrust of my penis produced a "splashing" sound from inside her. The faster the thrusting, the louder the "splashing" sound. The "splashing" sounds at our lower bodies joined with the "splashing" of the showerhead, mixed with her uneven moans of excitement—the three sounds harmonized like a symphony, creating a unique and erotic symphony.
Looking in the mirror, her long hair was disheveled, and her soft, drooping breasts swayed rhythmically back and forth with the speed of my thrusts. As it progressed, her round buttocks broke free from the rhythm of my hands supporting them, unconsciously and actively thrusting backward with increasing force, almost overwhelming me. Fortunately, I held the initiative and could occasionally use my hands to slow her backward thrusts.
"Ah... I'm going to... come... again... you... quickly... find a way... to... come... I can't take it anymore... I can't hold back... ah... hurry... come... ah... hurry..." Yang Xin pleaded, thrusting backward even more actively. I could feel her vagina about to spasm, so I stopped alternating between fast and slow and increased the speed of my thrusts.
"Ah..." With a high-pitched moan, her vaginal opening tightened violently, Yang Xin trembled, and a large amount of love juice gushed out from her vagina, dripping down my penis onto the ground. My penis, squeezed so tightly by her, lost its ejaculation gate, and a hot stream gushed out, shooting from the glans down the shaft and into the depths of her vagina.
She slumped limply on the washstand, and I slumped limply on her back. Suddenly, the two labia between her thighs opened and closed rhythmically.
My penis couldn't withstand the pressure, so I had to beg for mercy, "Ah...no..." "Then why don't you get up? The stone is cold." It turned out I was lying on her back, while she was lying on the marble, her breasts unable to support our weight and pressed tightly against the marble.
I had no choice but to slowly straighten up and back away, my limp penis slipping out from between her legs, the white semen slowly flowing down her thighs.
I quickly washed myself with water, then wrapped myself in a towel and walked out of the bathroom. I took a bottle of water from the refrigerator, lay down on the bedside table, and drank a few sips. After such a battle, it would be strange if I wasn't thirsty.
Not long after, she also came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel, her body exuding white steam and the scent of shower gel. Then she sat down at the dressing table and took out a hairdryer to dry her messy, wet hair.
Looking in the mirror, a single bath towel was enough to cover her shapely figure, and the top of her long, smooth, white legs beneath the towel was even more alluring. Although she had just come from a battle, the way she tossed her disheveled hair made me stare in a daze.
She seemed to see me staring at her in the mirror, and casually asked while drying her hair, "What's so interesting?" "Sigh!" I exclaimed, "You're such a shapeshifter!" She looked surprised for a moment, then asked, "What do you mean?" I laughed, "When you wear camouflage, you're elegant; when you wear a suit, you're graceful; and now, wrapped in a scarf, you're a stunner." "Elegant, graceful, stunner," she smiled, seemingly satisfied. "You might as well just say 'Three Friends of Winter.' I never realized you were so eloquent before. I thought you were a shapeshifter." "King Kong." Her retort was exactly what I expected, so I teased, "Transformers, are you saying that I look weak and frail, but once I transform, my skills in bed are as formidable as King Kong's?" She gave me a disdainful look and said, "Pah! You can't expect anything good from a dog's mouth." Then she calmly said, "I'm talking about you. You're hard to fathom. I don't know if it's your deep cunning or my lack of skill, but I don't really understand you." Seeing her serious expression, I couldn't joke anymore, so I asked, "What do you mean by that?" She replied earnestly, " "Because I don't understand. You have your own career, why would you go through the trouble of attending a security guard training course? You're not short of money, so why do you seem so petty?" "That's what I should be asking you. You're a returned overseas student, a marketing director at a multinational corporation, why would you lower yourself to a training base full of men?" She sighed and said, "I'm not someone who likes to play around. It's just that during these years abroad, I grew tired of loneliness and worldly affairs. After returning home, I took advantage of a short vacation to escape the constraints and hide my identity, to be myself and be truly free. But I never expected..." Seeing her pause, I said, "Never expected what? Never expected to meet me?" She said, "Never expected that you would barge in when I was at my loneliest. At that time, I let go of all worldly concerns and had a one-night stand with you. Anyway, we would return to our own worlds afterward and never see each other again." I said, "Did you really intend not to see me back then?" She said, "You know the answer. I left you because of our respective identities. Although I was tired of worldly affairs, I had to obey them." "Then now worldly affairs won't be prejudiced against us anymore, right?"
"Of course, I'm a practical person. I won't treat love like bread. But what about you? Why did you also give up everything?" Hearing Yang Xin so frankly say that she was a practical person, implying that if I weren't the real me now, she wouldn't be with me, I still felt a little uneasy. When she asked me why I also gave up everything, one reason was the breakdown of negotiations with her company, which led to my exile. But I had a question in my mind that I didn't dare ask her, afraid of upsetting her, so I vaguely gave another reason: "I could also say I was tired, tired of the endless work, the endless office, so I exiled myself." "In the end, we are both lonely people." Yang Xin's words struck a chord deep within me. Yes, we came together because we were both too lonely. After
chatting for a while, she had dried her hair, stood up, walked over to me, picked up my half-finished water bottle, and took a big gulp without hesitation.
Perhaps because she was suppressing a knot in her heart, I said with dissatisfaction, "Go get a bottle yourself, why are you drinking mine?" She said domineeringly, "I'm willing, I like it!"
I mocked, "Hmm, you're willing to drink my saliva too, you like it too." She snorted, took another big gulp, then bent down and pressed her lips to mine, prying open my teeth so that all the water and saliva in her mouth flowed into mine before she stopped. Finally, she smiled maliciously, "How is my saliva?"
(VI)
Of course I was not happy about being retaliated against like this, so I pulled her over, pushed her down on the bed, and pressed my lips to hers. She understood my intentions, of course. I forcefully pried open her clenched teeth, letting the water flow back into her mouth. Of course, she didn't back down, flipping over and pinning me down, letting the water flow back into my mouth. This back and forth repeated several times, the water flowing between our mouths. Just those few exchanges were enough to arouse my desire.
She noticed the slight movement under the towel, and I looked at her beneath me affectionately, saying, "One more time?" "Mmm!" she responded shyly. I pulled off the towel wrapped around her. The towel was already half-fallen from our movements, so pulling it off was effortless.
Gazing so closely at Yang Xin's delicate, pink skin, I felt its smooth, creamy texture. Between her tightly closed legs, a mysterious triangle of pubic hair covered her petals. I reached down to her thighs, wanting to spread her legs, but she kept them tightly shut, not wanting to reveal even a sliver.
I laughed, "What, getting shy now?"
She playfully scolded, "You're so naughty, you're not fully aroused yet." Then she straightened up and pulled off the towel wrapped around me, revealing that my penis was only slightly erect, not yet fully erect.
Next, she knelt in front of me, shyly and playfully moving her head to my ear and gently biting it with her tongue. Then she whispered in my ear, "Let me help you." Hearing this, I understood perfectly, so I sat still, my heart pounding wildly. She placed her slender hands on my chest, gently caressing it, then slowly moving down, cupping my slightly aroused penis. She gently rubbed and stroked the inside of the glans with her fingers, and after just a few strokes, I was aroused to the point of making a "hoho" sound.
After all, this is a rare sensitive spot for a man, and he couldn't resist her gentle caresses. Soon, his penis slowly straightened and rose. Yang Xin's fiery gaze was fixed on the fresh color emanating from the fully erect glans, the veins bulging on the shaft, which trembled gently in her hand.
Her breathing quickened, her full breasts rose and fell rhythmically, and her face gradually flushed. She used one hand to encircle the foreskin under the glans and began to rhythmically stroke it up and down, sometimes forcefully, sometimes gently. The penis swelled larger and larger under her rhythmic strokes, especially when Yang Xin playfully flicked his testicles with her other hand, giving me a mixture of pain and pleasure.
As she moved her hand up and down faster, I knew that at this rate, I would ejaculate within minutes. So I pleaded, "Mmm... gentler... slower..." Yang Xin remained unmoved, seemingly enjoying my pleas. The more I begged, the faster she moved, presumably as revenge for the finger I had touched in the bathroom. But I didn't want to let her use her hand to make me lose my erection so easily. If that happened, what would be the difference between that and masturbation? Besides, once I ejaculated, getting an erection again wouldn't be easy, let alone harmful to my health.
I had no choice but to reach out and press down on her hand that was fiddling with hers, saying, "Stop! If you keep doing this, you'll get chafed. It's not as comfortable as doing it myself." Seeing my displeasure, Yang Xin said, "Don't you men all like this?" I laughed and said, "Yes, we do, but it's not much different from masturbation. Actually, I prefer you to use your mouth." "Hmph!" Yang Xin rolled her eyes at me and said unhappily, "Do it yourself if you want." I pretended to bend over and press my head down towards my crotch, then looked up at her and laughed, "See, I can't reach." This comical action dissolved her displeasure and made her giggle.
She pondered for a moment, then, as if making up her mind, earnestly asked, "Do you really like this?" Seeing her sincerity, I was somewhat at a loss and said, "If you don't want to, you don't have to force yourself." Yang Xin whispered, "I... I've never done this before. If I don't do it well, please don't laugh at me." I immediately said, "No, no." As soon as I finished speaking, she knelt between my legs, lowered her head, and extended her slippery tongue. With one hand, she grasped the base of my penis and tentatively began to lick the purplish tip.
A tingling sensation spread from the glans to my brain, and I leaned back slowly against the headboard, savoring this wonderful feeling.
The licking of the tongue is incomparable to that of the hands, and she seemed to have found the knack, her moist tongue circling the concave area of the glans, licking it gently again and again.
Although she was a little inexperienced, it already made me feel incredibly good. Then, her tongue slowly licked along the shaft towards the base, and then back up. After two rounds, the mixture of saliva and mucus moistened the penis. Finally, as she licked up the shaft, she took the entire glans into her mouth. Just the glans alone took up most of her mouth, and her tongue had nowhere to go but to continue circling the glans. Because of her inexperience, the edge of the glans that was inside her mouth got stuck on her teeth, leaving me teetering between pleasure and pain.
The pain was unbearable, so I thrust my hips upward, and half of my penis entered her mouth. The sudden thrust almost made her vomit, and she had to open her cherry-like mouth as wide as possible. To cooperate with her, I slowly pulled my penis out and then slowly put it back in. She gradually found the feeling, and without me having to exert myself to move up and down, her little mouth moved back and forth, sucking sounds coming from her flushed cheeks.
She held my penis with one hand, letting her small mouth slowly slide up and down. This time, she dared not speed up, as it was inconvenient for her as well. This was not a time for jokes; if she made a mistake and her penis was scraped raw by her teeth, it wouldn't be a laughing matter. Her other hand held my testicles and gently rubbed them with her fingers.
Although she was still a novice, I was being licked and sucked by her, feeling a tingling, itchy sensation deep inside me. I could only take a deep breath to calm myself down.
After a few up-and-down slides, each time her small mouth slid up to the glans, she would pause for a moment, beginning to gently hold the lower part of the glans with her teeth instead of initially blocking it, and then using her slippery tongue to stir around my glans.
I could feel the wet and elastic walls of her mouth, and her small tongue was hot and wrapped around my penis.
"Ah...ah..." Soon, I felt all the blood rush to my penis, my buttocks tensed up, my penis swelled even more, and waves of pleasure surged from my lower abdomen, making my whole body tremble as it rushed towards the glans in her mouth.
I knew I was about to ejaculate, and she seemed to sense it too. Suddenly, she stopped, pinching the tip of my penis hard with her thumb and forefinger, thus extinguishing my urge to ejaculate.
The first time she almost made me ejaculate with her hand, I stopped myself. This time, when she almost made me ejaculate with her mouth, she stopped me. I didn't know what she was up to. If this happened a few more times, I'd be lucky if she didn't make me impotent. A genuine dissatisfaction was showing on my face.
I saw Yang Xin raise her head, her small mouth slightly upturned, looking at me with a victorious air. Then, as if noticing my expression was a little off, she immediately changed to a pitiful look, saying shyly, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. I just don't like semen coming into my mouth." Although I knew she didn't like me ejaculating in her mouth, I couldn't rule out the possibility that she did it intentionally. However, seeing her pitiful look, my heart softened. I knew she was my nemesis, and no matter how embarrassing she did to me, I would forgive her. My initial anger vanished instantly, replaced by tenderness. But I wasn't about to let her go; with a sudden lunge, I pinned her delicate body down.
Yang Xin, being astute, understood from my unexpected action that I was no longer angry. She proactively parted her legs, slowly moving her body until my penis was pressed against her pink petals. She
gasped, "Come in, I want..." while tightly gripping my buttocks.
However, the pain in my penis hadn't completely subsided. I pulled her hands away from my buttocks and slowly moved downwards, revealing her swollen vulva. Beneath the glossy pubic hair, her pink labia were only slightly parted, with only a hint of moisture between them. Knowing this wasn't the best time, I looked up at her affectionately and said, "I'll serve you for a while too..." She seemed somewhat guilty, her voice hazy, "No need, now is fine too..." Before she could finish, her body twitched, and a soft "Ah..." replaced her words.
This was because I lightly bit her labia majora with my teeth, then gently licked and circled the outside of her labia majora with my tongue. Just that simple circle was enough to make Yang Xin unable to bear it, and her breathing became heavier and heavier.
Then I used my tongue to separate her labia majora, took one of them into my mouth and gently swept my tongue along the edge, while doing the same to the other, alternating between the two. After a while, my tongue swept across the slit, tasting the warmth and softness of her vulva.
"Ah...ah...I can't take it..." I could only hear Yang Xin twisting her waist and moaning and panting, while raising her buttocks to match my every step and circle around her vulva.
Sometimes I used light and heavy pressure, sometimes I pressed my entire lips against her labia majora, and her vaginal opening was like a cherry mouth, my lips pressed against hers, like a kiss. I also used the technique of kissing to insert my tongue and stir and rotate it, the deeper I went, the hotter, smoother and wetter it became.
"Ah...uh...oh..." Yang Xin's waist swayed unconsciously with the sweeping of my tongue, and her hands began to vigorously rub her breasts. Subconsciously, she wanted to spread her legs wider.
My lips left her vulva, and I paused slightly before gently teasing the tip of her clitoris with my wet tongue. With a tremor from Yang Xin, I began to gently touch the tip of her clitoris with my tongue, teasing it from bottom to top and from left to right. My favorite part was pressing and twisting her clitoris with the tip of my tongue.
"Ah...ah..." Yang Xin's body couldn't help but convulse, and her full buttocks spasmed.
Then I opened my lips and gently took the area around her clitoris into my mouth. My upper lip pressed against the base of the pubic hair above the clitoris, and my lower lip parted her labia, while my tongue rhythmically stirred around the area in the middle.
With each tease of her clitoris, the indescribable pleasure between her thighs intensified. Her face flushed crimson, she gasped for breath, her body trembling with sweat, her muscles tense, her alluring breasts swinging wildly.
My tongue, meanwhile, swirled faster around her clitoris. Suddenly, Yang Xin's body convulsed violently after a series of shudders, her vagina contracting, accompanied by a high-pitched "Ah…" as a jet of sweet, sticky fluid gushed from between her blooming petals, spraying into my mouth and onto my face—a strange, slightly sour taste. Her body slumped limply on the bed, her eyes glazed, her cheeks flushed.
I instantly understood; my tongue had brought her to an unprecedented orgasm. The sheets were soaked, and her vagina was overflowing, completely uncontrollable. I lifted Yang Xin's two jade-like legs, bending them towards her chest and spreading them apart, making her vaginal opening completely upward and open. I aimed my erect penis at the opening, the glossy black glans pressing against the wet, tender flesh of her labia. Due to the lubrication from her vaginal fluids after her orgasm, there was no need for friction; my penis slid in effortlessly.
Yang Xin, who had been limp and intoxicated, let out a soft "Ah..." as my penis entered her. Even before her orgasm had completely subsided, a lustful desire rose from her waist, because the entry of my penis made her feel full and comfortable.
At this moment, Yang Xin's lower body was very wet, and her vagina was quite loose, so each thrust of mine made a "splashing" sound as her vaginal fluids gushed out.
Almost every thrust of my penis penetrated deep into her vagina, the glans hitting her very core with each stroke. She trembled, involuntarily twisting her smooth, jade-like body, her red lips slightly parted, panting softly. Instinctively, she tightened her lower abdomen, her inner walls undulating, while her wet, fleshy labia gripped my wild, erect shaft, the hot, scalding mucous membranes entwining around the dark glans.
Having already done ample foreplay, this time I didn't slow down with each thrust, but increased the speed, wanting her to immediately transition from the afterglow of one climax to another. After dozens of thrusts, Yang Xin was covered in fine sweat, her cheeks flushed, her body already writhing from side to side. I held her two jade-like legs with both hands, pressing them forcefully to the sides, her legs swaying from side to side with my thrusts.
"Ah...ouch...mmm..." Her melodious moans from her mouth and nose were the clarion call of my assault.
I thrust into her without reservation, my penis penetrating deep inside her again and again, drawing out her juices with each stroke. Her vagina gripped my penis tightly, warm, wet, and slippery, making me lose myself in the ecstasy, occasionally letting out low growls.
From the moment I slid in, I began to speed up my thrusts, pulling my penis to the entrance each time before plunging it all the way in, my testicles hitting her buttocks with each "slap, slap" sound. She couldn't control her excitement at all; wave after wave of intense pleasure overwhelmed her, causing her to moan incessantly, her cries growing louder and her breathing heavier.
"Ah...mmm...yes...right there..." Her mind was already blurred; she only knew to moan and tremble to my rhythm, each cry accompanied by a long breath, the muscles in her cheeks tightening and relaxing, as if in pain, yet also in pleasure.
In the midst of such intense thrusting, we were both drenched in sweat, our burning skin fueling our desire. The violent impact left us speechless with excitement.
"Ah...ah...ah..."
The intense and frenzied thrusting made Yang Xin scream incoherently, and I felt her vagina slowly contracting. With each deep thrust, it felt like a small mouth was trying to engulf my glans. Streams of vaginal fluid flowed down her buttocks with each withdrawal, soaking her.
"Ah..." With a spasm in her body, I felt her vagina suddenly contract forcefully. This unexpected clamping force made me unable to control my urge to ejaculate.
The intense stimulation made me groan involuntarily. Pleasure coursed through my entire body, surging from my glans to my whole body, quickly numbing my brain. Finally, I ejaculated a large amount of semen deep inside her. In that instant, I seemed to lose consciousness, my whole body limp on Yang Xin, lost in ecstasy.
The doomsday prophecy was ultimately proven to be a colossal lie. The sun rose again the next day, and as promised to Yang Xin, I will spend every day with her from now on.

[The End]

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