[Modern Romance] A Lifetime of Love

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Today is my wedding day, but I don't love the man who is about to become my husband at all; I even despise him.

The only reason I'm willing to marry him is because I want to wear a wedding dress to meet my beloved.

I sit on the new bed, gazing at the bright red "double happiness" character, and slowly pull a knife from my sleeve, then forcefully slash my wrist. A burst of blood immediately erupts from my jade-like wrist, then flows into a gurgling stream. I feel no pain; I just stare blankly as the blood flows from the wound on my wrist, down my fingers, onto the bed, and onto the floor. My body grows weaker and weaker, my eyelids grow heavy, and I silently murmur in my heart, "My dearest, wait for me, I'm coming..." I will always remember that night.

That night, a movie was showing in the neighboring village, and I went to see it with my girlfriend from the same village. But when we arrived, my girlfriend was dragged away by her boyfriend. Judging from their expressions, it was obvious they were "not really interested in the wine, but in the scenery." My girlfriend smiled sweetly at me, looking apologetic. What a pretentious act! Having a boyfriend is nothing special; she doesn't need to put on airs in front of me.

Thinking about this, I couldn't help but feel a pang of self-pity. I'm 1.65 meters tall, with a curvaceous figure, a beautiful face, full breasts, and rounded shoulders. Standing in a crowd,

I'd definitely be a beauty. My girlfriend is far inferior to me. But why is fate so unfair? She has a boyfriend, while I have no suitors. I'm already twenty-two, and still single. Long nights pass, sleepless, and I always fantasize about a tall, powerful man holding me in his arms, his strong hands caressing my entire body, his sweet tongue licking my nipples, and his erect member possessing me. I writhe beneath him, moaning, immersed in his tender love. Then, when I wake up, I'm always wet.

My man, my love, why haven't you appeared yet?

The open-air theater was crowded, but the men were either already in couples or incredibly unattractive.

I didn't want men like that; I'd rather be single than settle for less. My man had to be the best.

I tilted my head back, focusing my attention on the movie. However, strange noises kept popping into my ears, like mosquitoes, making me feel itchy and uncomfortable. "

Forget it," I thought, "I'll just go home."

I squeezed through the crowd and headed home.

The moonlight was beautiful, illuminating the country lanes and bathing the trees in its glow, creating a dreamlike scene.

I walked briskly, gradually leaving the noisy theater behind and entering the poetic night.

Between the neighboring village and my own village was a small grove, a favorite spot for couples. I had heard strange noises countless times while passing through it, making my face flush and my heart race. Now, back in that grove, I subconsciously glanced into the depths of the dense woods. In the hazy night, the woods were silent, save for the occasional flapping of wings of startled birds. The spring night was still a bit chilly, and I shivered involuntarily, a sudden fear creeping in: what if a rapist or murderer suddenly appeared in the woods and raped and killed me? Thinking this, I felt a shadow flicker behind me!

"No, I have to hurry!"

Just as I was about to take a big step, something pulled me, my legs gave way, and I stumbled backward.

Before I could even cry out, "Ouch—," I fell into someone's arms.

I was shocked, and when I opened my eyes wide, I saw a man in his forties with a lewd appearance.

"What are you doing? Let me go…"

I struggled desperately, but the man was strong; he held me tightly, his arms like vises restricting my freedom.

"Beautiful lady, play with me, and I guarantee you'll experience unparalleled pleasure!" he said, nibbling at my earlobe with his foul-smelling mouth.

I felt like throwing up, struggling desperately, but gradually losing strength. The man's hand reached inside my clothes, scratching and clawing at my chest.

"Oh my god, no way, such a lewd and disgusting man, actually…" Just at this critical moment, a deep baritone voice suddenly rang in my ear: "What do you think you're doing? Let her go…" Then I saw a tall figure pounce on me, fighting with the man who had kidnapped me. The newcomer was agile, and in a few moves, he had the lewd man running away with his head in his hands.

I found his pathetic escape amusing, and stomped my foot angrily, saying, "Serves him right, trying to take advantage of me? No way!" Unexpectedly, I lost my footing and fell forward.

A pair of large hands caught me just in time. Leaning against the stranger's chest, I felt warm, as if I had suddenly found a support.

The stranger held me: "Are you alright?" Looking up at him, I saw that he was a man in military uniform.

Seeing the man in military uniform, my initial tension eased. In my memory, soldiers were always symbols of masculinity, handsomeness, integrity, selflessness, and helpfulness. Although his appearance at this time and place was a bit strange, I didn't think much of it. Besides, I felt quite comfortable in his strong embrace.

I didn't want to get up quickly, nor did I want to let him go so easily, so I stayed in his arms, giving him a sweet smile: "I can't get up, I'm afraid I twisted my back!" He said, "Really? Let me see!" He put one arm around me and took off his uniform with the other, spreading it on the ground and placing me on it. This small gesture deeply moved me. This was the first time a man had been so close to me, and the first time I had received such gentle attention from

a man. I looked him over. He was young and handsome, and his most striking feature was his eyes—spirited and deep, like an unfathomable ocean. A strange feeling slowly welled up inside me. How could this man be here? Was it fate? Could he be the lover I had been waiting for?

He's so handsome, his hands are so big and strong, and his arms are so soft and warm. If I could have a man like that, I'd give anything for him! Thinking about it, my face started to burn, as if I'd done something shameful.

He gently massaged my waist, his hands seemed to carry electricity; wherever he touched, I felt a burning sensation. My heart started pounding uncontrollably, and a tingling, numb feeling I'd never experienced before assaulted my entire body. It was an indescribable feeling of comfort, as if my suppressed emotions had been released all at once. A wave of heat coursed through my veins. I couldn't take it anymore; I wanted this feeling, so much more, I wanted more of his caresses. I couldn't help but moan, "Oh..." "Does it hurt here?" he asked gently as he massaged my waist.

When he asked, his face was very close to mine, and I smelled his unique masculine scent mixed with a faint tobacco aroma. This blend of scents made me even more intoxicated, unable to extricate myself.

I trembled all over as his hands massaged my lower abdomen, my vagina began to secrete sticky fluid, and my whole body felt like it was on fire, unbearably itchy: "Oh...no, right here...yes...it feels so good!" He was startled and immediately stopped the massage.

"What's wrong?"

A wave of disappointment washed over me, a sense of emptiness instantly enveloping me: "Am I not pretty? Don't you like me? Or am I not likable?" He immediately understood what I meant, hesitated for a moment, and then withdrew his hand. I quickly grabbed his hand and placed it on my already restless breasts: "I...it hurts here!" He tried to pull away, but I held on tightly, and my soft breasts must have stimulated him as well. He slowly gave up resisting and obediently placed his hand on my breasts.

A jolt of electricity shot through my breasts, coursing down my chest and through my limbs. I boldly gazed at him; his face showed anxiety, but his hands were anything but still, slowly caressing my breasts, waves of intense pleasure washing over me. I had rehearsed this scene hundreds of times in my dreams, and I never imagined it would come true in such a setting, especially with a handsome military officer. Heaven was truly kind to me; my heart was singing, my desire was exploding uncontrollably. In that

instant, I decided on my life's happiness.

His hands gradually gained strength, occasionally caressing my nipples through my clothes, which quickly became engorged and erect. He clearly sensed my change, his caresses becoming more varied and expressive, his other hand slowly encircling my waist.

I reached out, wrapped my arms around his waist, closed my eyes, and pressed my lips to his. He flinched for a moment, then my lips caught his. My lips pressed against his, my tongue slipped into his mouth, savoring its taste. His tongue was wet and sweet; I sucked hard, swirling and searching within it. An overwhelming joy and ecstasy instantly enveloped me.

He stumbled and fell onto me, his strong, muscular body pressing down on me. I felt something incredibly hard pressing against my lower abdomen. I guessed it must be the source of a man's life force. I'd read in a romance novel that when a man is aroused, his penis becomes erect and penetrates a woman's vagina, bringing her ecstasy.

He kissed me passionately, his large hands unbuttoning my shirt, pushing aside my bra, and then relentlessly kneading and caressing me, sending wave after wave of pleasure through me. I moaned, writhing, enjoying his continued caresses.

A cool breeze blew by, and I realized that my pants had somehow been pulled down to my ankles.

He lowered his head, kissing my breasts and licking my nipples with his wet tongue. His fingers lingered on my smooth, jade-like skin, slowly gliding down to my inner thighs. There, under his caresses and kisses, I was already overflowing with desire.

His fingers gently traced the entrance to my vagina, playing with my pubic hair. Deep within me, I felt an unprecedented emptiness, yearning for something hard to penetrate and relieve the unbearable itch. Strangely, one of his fingers broke through my labia and entered my vagina.

"Ah—" I felt as if struck by lightning; an electric-like pleasure quickly spread from my vagina outwards. As his finger penetrated deeper, my labia slowly opened and closed, firmly attracting his finger, making it very difficult for him to go any further. I felt even more discomfort inside my vagina, and my vaginal fluids flowed even more freely.

"You're so sensitive, you're so wet!"

he murmured, his lips and tongue kissing me more passionately. His fingers began to gently slide in and out of my hole. I gasped in pleasure, my body writhing restlessly, welcoming more pleasure.

"Soldier... I can't take it anymore... I want..."

I hugged him tightly, pulling him towards me. I could feel his urge, his erection pressing against my lower abdomen, so hard, so powerful. I longed for his firmness to penetrate me. Although his fingers were also very stimulating, they always left me wanting more.

"I want... you... I'm so itchy... hurry..."

"Is it really okay?"

I could tell he was still hesitating. We'd come this far, and he was still pretending. Didn't he know I was burning with desire?

I pleaded, "Soldier... I feel so uncomfortable, I'm so itchy..." He seemed to be struggling with his inner conflict. Although his fingers continued to slide in and out of my hole, he showed no intention of going any further.

I couldn't take it anymore. I wanted him. I no longer cared about a woman's modesty. I frantically tore at his clothes. My fingers grabbed his shirt and clumsily unbuttoned it, one button, two buttons... His chest was exposed. What amazing pectoral muscles, what strong muscles. They felt so full and comfortable to touch. I explored the muscles of his chest, my fingers tracing his nipples, then sliding down to his waist.

He couldn't take it anymore and let out a beast-like groan: "No...don't do this, I'll...do something bad..." It's ridiculous, at this point, he's still talking about doing something bad. I didn't care. I found his belt and struggled to unbuckle it, but the buckle was strange; I just couldn't get it open. I heard him chuckle and say, "Are you sure you want to do this? I mean, we don't even know each other yet?" I almost pleaded, "I'm sure, I love you, I want you..." Continuing with my work, he listened to me, stood up, and I saw his body in the moonlight, as strong as a mountain. His rigorously trained muscles seemed like steel, gleaming with an extremely sexy and alluring light in the night. I loved this masculine and strong body. I looked at him as he very slowly took off his shirt, unbuckled his belt, and his pants fell to his ankles. Under his military underwear, his dark erection pitched a high tent; he was clearly aroused to the extreme.

What a lovely man. I loved him. In that very short time, I felt like I had loved him for thousands and thousands of years.

He was about to take off his underwear, and my heart suddenly tensed. Although I was burning with desire, it was, after all, my first time seeing a man. I wanted to close my eyes, but I couldn't bear the moment that was about to arrive. Besides, he had already seen my naked body; wouldn't it be a huge loss if I didn't look at his?

He finally pulled down his underwear, and his penis sprang out. Although I couldn't see it very clearly, the dark mass showed its strength. Below his penis, the dangling thing seemed to come alive, jumping around. It was so big, so big. Was this a man's penis? My heart began to pound. Was this what men used to insert into women's little holes and possess them?

He squatted down, took my hand, and placed it on his weapon. I was shocked. It was so hot, so strong. I wanted to pull away, but strangely, I involuntarily grabbed it. It was so thick, so strong; I couldn't even fully grasp it in my hand.

I raised my head, placed it against my face, gently rubbed it, and even playfully licked it with my tongue, then watched his reaction.

A strange expression crossed his face, a mixture of pain and pleasure. Before I could even lick him a few times, he suddenly pushed me down onto his clothes and then wildly pinned me beneath him. Before I could even scream, he had me completely pinned down.

He kissed me frantically, his hands roaming over my body, his hard penis thrusting between my legs, but perhaps too hastily, or inexperienced, he couldn't find the right direction. His face showed impatience, and I could no longer endure it, so I grabbed his penis and guided it to the right position. Like

a dream, something enormous suddenly rammed into my lower body, forcefully spreading my opening, and then thrusting into the deepest part of my body without hesitation.

"Ouch—it hurts!"

A burning pain shot through my lower body, and then my opening was instantly filled. The pain was accompanied by an indescribable feeling of fullness, as if my entire being was being filled. I gritted my teeth and endured it. He noticed my pain and dared not move, gently kissing my cheek. "I'm sorry…did I hurt you? This is my first time!" Was it his first time? It was my first time too. My heart was singing, and I began to relax under his embrace and kisses.

He started to move slowly and rhythmically, gently pulling his penis out and then slowly pushing it back in, tenderly parting my beautiful labia, penetrating to the deepest part of my tender flesh, completely occupying my vagina, and then withdrawing again to begin a new round of attack.

The pain gradually subsided, and the aching and itchy sensation spread outwards from my vagina. With each thrust, more vaginal fluid flowed from the opening, and his entry and exit became even smoother.

"Soldier brother... I want it... It's so sore..."

I arched my back to meet his assault, and he didn't disappoint me. The speed and force of his thrusts gradually increased, and each of his attacks reached my deepest point, driving me to the brink of ecstasy. I had no other choice but to clamp my arms around his waist, letting him penetrate even deeper.

"Your pussy is so beautiful..." he exclaimed, thrusting wildly and relentlessly, his cock like an indestructible spear, churning inside my flesh, bringing wave after wave of ecstasy and pleasure. I was going crazy. I gripped his waist tightly, my nails digging into his flesh. He also began to groan loudly, "It feels so fucking good..." With his groans, my inner walls began to writhe rhythmically, wave after wave of indescribable pleasure sweeping through my limbs, impacting the depths of my heart. I screamed, my body began to spasm and tremble, and my pussy gushed out copious amounts of vaginal fluid like crazy: "Ah...ah...I can't take it anymore...stop..." But his cock had no intention of stopping, still thrusting into my pussy with all his might, the "smack! smack!" sounds of his cock rubbing against my vagina sounding particularly lewd in the quiet night. He pounded into me relentlessly, like a pile driver, the sounds of flesh colliding echoing incessantly. "Stop...stop..." I cried, grabbing his buttocks, begging him to stop, but his thrusts only intensified. Suddenly, a surge of heat rushed into my vagina, washing over my inner walls, warm and pleasurable, making me scream again.

Then he slowly lay down on top of me, no longer moving.

Just then, I heard voices in the distance—the movie must have ended!

I scrambled to my feet, hastily putting on my clothes. If anyone found out I was doing this with a stranger, I'd be mortified.

As he dressed, he said, "I'm sorry...I'll take responsibility, I am...I'll definitely find you..." I was so flustered I didn't even hear what he was saying. After getting dressed, I hurriedly ran away!

Later, I realized I had done the most foolish thing I'd ever done. I had fallen in love with this stranger, but I couldn't even remember what he looked like. I only knew he was handsome, but I didn't know his name, where he was from, or which military unit he belonged to.

I only vaguely heard him say he would come back to find me. I had completely forgotten, and I hadn't even told him my name.

But that didn't change the fact that I loved him, loved him with all my heart and soul.

I missed him day and night. Many times, I went alone at night to wait for him in the grove where we met, hoping for a miracle so I could meet my love again. But he vanished without a trace, like a stone sinking into the sea.

The long nights were filled with tears. If God had given me happiness, why torment me like this? My love, who are you? Where are you?

Why don't you come to find me? Are you just playing along? Or have you already forgotten me? Am I just a passerby in your life?

Every time I saw someone in military uniform pass by, I would scrutinize them closely, hoping their face and appearance would match his, but each time I was disappointed. I couldn't find any familiar aura, nor any sense of déjà vu.

Slowly, I despaired. Perhaps we were just strangers, our paths crossed only briefly before we went our separate ways.

What should I do? Should I forget him?

But the feelings he left me with are deeply etched into my soul. The throbbing of his penis within me seems never to have stopped. It's always there, accompanying me, growing ever clearer. In

the pitch-black night, I hug my pillow, imagining his face, only then can I fall asleep.

I will wait for you, I will wait for you for a lifetime!

Relatives and friends all urge me to get married, and some have introduced me to potential partners. One was even quite eligible, but I politely declined. They think I'm abnormal, that I'm too old to be unmarried, that I must have some kind of physical defect. I'm too lazy to explain.

Days passed slowly, and my hopes, like the days, rose and fell.

Will he come looking for me? Will he be able to find me?

Who is she?

She was attacked by thugs, and I saved her—that's perfectly understandable. I shouldn't have had sex with her. I'm a soldier; this is a serious violation of military discipline. I'll be subject to military law, possibly even court-martial. What should I do?

She doesn't know me, and we had sex on our first meeting. Is she a promiscuous woman?

But that night, she was clearly in excruciating pain, something only a woman experiences the first time. Yet she was so passionate and proactive; it didn't seem like a virginity. If she's a woman with questionable morals, wouldn't going to her ruin my life?

Should I go to her?

But where can I find her? I don't know her name, where she lives, or anything about her. Where do I even begin?

Regardless, I have to find her. I have to take responsibility for my actions. Court-martial it is then. A soldier must be responsible for his actions, no matter what kind of woman she is. Being with her felt so good, so comfortable. It was the first time I'd ever penetrated a woman's body; it was incredibly pleasurable. I never knew sex could be so unforgettable. It makes you want to give anything for it. It seems I've truly fallen in love with her.

Once this busy period is over, I'll go find her. I want to marry her; she'll definitely be a good woman.

I have to leave again. There are so many disasters these days. Soldiers, after all, are just like that—they go wherever they're told. My dear girl, I'll come find you when I get back. Wait for me.

Another disaster. Watching those camouflage uniforms bustling around the disaster site, my heart aches.

Are you in the crowd too? Which of those green figures is you?

Do you know? I miss you, I miss you so much I'm going crazy. Have you forgotten me?

My eyes suddenly stared straight at the television screen.

That look, that figure—how familiar it is! Could it be…?

My heart pounded. It's him, it must be him. The moonlight was so bright that night; I saw it clearly. It must be that face, that high nose, that handsome face?

But what did the television say? A martyr? A martyr… he… he… how did he become a martyr?

On the television screen, crowds lined the streets, tears streaming down their faces, to bid farewell to their hero. They cried out, expressing their sorrow and reluctance to part. Off-screen, my heart ached, and tears streamed down my face… Are you really gone like this? Didn't you say you'd come back for me?

Should I go to see you off? What should I say?

A hero had a passionate night with the woman he saved?

No, you are my eternal love. I cannot let such a thing tarnish your reputation. Let our relationship remain our secret forever. Wait for me; I will soon be in heaven to find you!

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