Our performance

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"Hey, chain smoker, off to take pictures again?" a classmate greeted me. I've been making quite a splash at school this semester.
I earned the nickname "Chatterbox" in my freshman year. The reason? I'm a chain smoker, and my dorm always has at least four cartons of cigarettes of various grades (mostly gifts from my father's friends). This made my dorm the most popular among smokers in the area and a prime target for the dorm security guards.

That's one of the reasons I'm famous at school.

Chain Smoker has three awesome things about him.

First, he never runs out of cigarettes.

Second, he's good at video games; once, after injuring my hand playing basketball, I won a game of KOF98 with one hand, which became a legendary tale. Also, I was a top four finalist in the school's StarCraft tournament, with many StarCraft players under my command.

Third, I have an awesome camera; in my second year, I spent a fortune buying a used Mamiya 645; in an era when most people didn't even know what a DSLR was, this was as impactful to photography enthusiasts as buying a Mercedes-Benz.

Xuan was my classmate, a model student, cheerful and lively, with excellent grades. A key member of the student union's arts department, her meticulous paintings of ladies represented the school in various competitions and won many awards. She was also beautiful, a standard 165cm tall with a great figure.

Naturally, such a girl would attract many suitors, and Xuan had no shortage of admirers since entering the school. I even once helped a guy from another department pass her a note to get him two meals.

Perhaps because I quickly became a couple with Ju after entering the school, and Ju was in continuing education; the girls in our class didn't think highly of me, so a model student like Xuan naturally didn't have many opportunities to interact with me. In the first semester of freshman year, I barely spoke a few words to her.

Once, the school's arts department organized a performance, and our club (I was in the photography club) organized us to photograph the entire show. Although I wasn't particularly interested in these kinds of news-documentary photos (at that time I preferred shooting landscapes), it was still a good opportunity to try out my new camera to photograph the stage lighting. So I took my beloved camera and went to the performance venue with the group.

I arrived early; the performance hadn't started yet. The performers were still busy getting their makeup done in small groups in the front rows. That's when I ran into Xuan. She was performing in a group dance, wearing a black ballet practice outfit with a long red ribbon around her waist, and was helping her teammates with eyeshadow.

"Hello! Xuan, are you performing today?" I went over to greet her.

"Hi, you... are you here to take pictures?" She noticed the big thing hanging around my neck.

"Yeah, just participating in a club activity. Just hanging out."

"I didn't know you were a photographer. Is this your camera?" "

Just bought it, not quite sure how to use it yet."

"Wow, it's huge, and so long." Xuan clearly didn't realize how easily her words could be interpreted (like me).

"Yeah, I couldn't find a good vantage point, so I had to use this telephoto lens to frame the shot from a distance." I pointed to the part she described as "so long." I wasn't familiar with her, so I wouldn't make a suggestive joke about what she had just said.

"Oh, I have a seat in the first row, but it's a bit out of the way."

"No need, I need to stand up to get the shot later, and being in the first row would block the people behind me, it's inconvenient."
"Oh, why don't you take a couple of pictures for us now?" She said, pulling her friends around her to strike a V-sign.

"Wait a minute, I'm changing lenses." Xuan didn't understand the difference between the 120 camera I had and a regular camera. 120 film is much more expensive than the commonly used 135 film, so I only brought three rolls; I was quite reluctant to waste film on taking such ordinary close-up photos. But there was no way around it, since they had asked, it would seem impolite to refuse, so I had to change lenses while figuring out how to take a picture that would do justice to the camera.

Just then, the stage started testing the lights. I had a sudden inspiration, and encouraged Xuan to lift the large red silk ribbon around her waist with one hand to cover half of her face, and with the red stage lights, I took a close-up of Xuan.

This photo was probably my first successful portrait. To this day, I still treasure this negative and often take it out to look at it; of course, it's not just about appreciating the photo itself… A few days after the performance, I developed this photo in the darkroom, and my immediate feeling was one of amazement! Xuan's eyes were hazy in the photo, her lips slightly parted, and the flowing red in the photo accentuated her fair face, making her look like an angel. I was very satisfied with this photo. On the bus back to school after picking up the film, I would take it out to look at it every few minutes, and at night, lying in bed, I would hold the photo and examine it carefully.

"Xuan, so beautiful." I fell asleep that night with this thought in my mind.

Painters, sculptors, and photographers often develop feelings for the models they frequently work with. It's not that these artists are particularly roguish or infatuated. It's just that to create art, you must first move yourself before you can move others. Looking at a beautiful woman, repeatedly hypnotizing yourself, repeatedly observing her charm in every little detail, it's hard not to fall in love with her. I wouldn't dare call myself an artist, at most I'm just someone who does art; but at that time, Xuan captivated me in this way.

I personally delivered the photo to her, and she was overjoyed when she saw it. It was the first time she'd had a photo of herself looking like it was on a magazine cover, and Xuan was absolutely thrilled.

Next, I went to a wedding photography studio and had the photo enlarged—a huge one, in a 1.2-meter frame. Then I carried this incredibly heavy thing to her dormitory building, attracting the attention of many students who thought one of them had taken wedding photos.

Xuan looked at the gift I'd given her with astonishment.

"Where am I supposed to put this?" she asked, embarrassed. "I'll just hang it on the wall next to your bed."

"It's so big! It could be used as a door hinge!"

"It has to be this big for the best visual effect."

"If I put something like this in my dorm, people will say I'm too narcissistic!" Xuan laughed. "Well, there's no way around it now. I can't just burn it, can I? That's bad luck." I joked with her, "You could say this is a collaborative work between us. I gave it to you because you like it so much. The copyright still belongs to me, okay? If you really feel uncomfortable accepting it, I can just hang it in my dorm!" I teased her, "No, no. That's too awkward!" She blushed. And just like that, Xuan and I fell in love.

In the morning, she would bring breakfast to the classroom for me, who always overslept; at noon, I would leave early to rush to the cafeteria to buy her favorite sweet and sour pork; in the afternoon, we would go to the study room together to read Haruki Murakami; in the evening, I would accompany her for a few laps around the track, then we would whisper secrets in a corner of the campus; and then, at lights out, I would reluctantly walk her back to her dorm.

Our beautiful campus romance.

During the summer break after our freshman year, we both stayed at school instead of going back to our hometowns. She did it because she enrolled in two summer English tutoring classes, and I did it because I had failed four courses and was preparing for retakes… …It was then that Xuan agreed to move in with me, like many college couples.

“Don’t get the wrong idea! I just see that your studies are so unacceptable, you’re always holed up in the dorm playing games with them, so I have to supervise you around the clock! From now on, your schedule will be entirely up to me!” Xuan, like my mother, always nagged about my grades.

Then Xuan began her plan to furnish our cozy little nest. Finding a place, buying furniture, cleaning, decorating… Xuan was happily busy, like a bride-to-be. Soon, we moved into our love nest.

My first time with Xuan was much later, after we had been living together for a long time. Xuan was quite conservative in this regard. Although we slept together every day and kissing and touching was common, whenever I asked to go all the way, she would always cleverly use various excuses to avoid it.

That year during the National Day holiday, we went back to her hometown in Dalian to meet her parents. There used to be a famous person on Mop (a Chinese online forum) with the ID "Mom, He's messing with me," a very vulgar and violent name. How many guys wouldn't shudder at the mention of that? That's how I felt about the trip to Dalian.

One night after returning to school, we snuggled together before bed, as usual.

"I'll be 21 soon, time flies!" Xuan's birthday is in October.

"Yeah, I remember. What do you want for your birthday?"

"Pfft, not romantic at all. You didn't even say you'd prepare a surprise for me!"

"Sigh, we're an old married couple, what's the point of romance? Just living life."

"See? You've shown your true colors. You were so attentive when you were pursuing me… but after you got me, you don't care about me anymore!" Xuan looked up at the large photo on our bedside table, the first gift I gave her.

"Okay, to commemorate your 21st birthday, I've decided to take the most beautiful set of photos for you!"
"Oh? I want to take a set in a wedding dress!" Xuan's eyes were always filled with longing whenever she passed a bridal shop.

"Tacky! We should wait until our wedding and pay a photo studio for those kinds of photos." I was dismissive of those "blurry" so-called artistic photos: "If I'm going to take photos, I want to take something special!"

"How will you take them?" Xuan loved taking pictures. "To preserve your lost youth, I want to take a set of nude photos for you!" I said confidently. "Go to hell! You're dreaming!" She laughed and scolded, "Come on, trust your husband's skills, let's take them now, just in time for your birthday." I started to help her take off her clothes: "No, no. You're going to take them outside to be developed? Is this how you treat your wife? You may be shameless, but I still have some dignity!" She giggled and blocked my lewd hands.

To this day, I've taken many, many nude photos. But they were all for commercial purposes. The above was just a lewd joke I made with Xuan. I am fully aware of the harm a leaked nude photo can cause to Chinese women.

Here I must condemn Master Chen. Although I also have the complete set of "scandalous photos" on my hard drive, as a man, making a woman take such a big risk for his own fetish is at least irresponsible. Protect the women around you, don't take bed photos!

Xuan and I were tugging and pulling at each other on the bed, and gradually my lust rose.

I grabbed Xuan's breast with one hand and rubbed her nipple repeatedly with my thumb. Xuan doesn't wear a bra to bed, only a thin nightgown. As I kneaded, I felt her nipple gradually swell and harden.

"You're being naughty again, you can't be naughty." We often did similar things before, so Xuan understood my intention.

I didn't respond to her words, and put my other hand inside her nightgown to hug her waist and gently knead it. At the same time, I pressed my lips to hers.

"Mmm..." Xuan wanted to struggle, but seemed to want to enjoy my gentleness.

I started licking her nipples through her pajamas, carefully rotating them clockwise around the areolas, then opening my mouth to take as much as possible into my mouth and sucking hard. Soon, both sides of her pajamas were soaked with saliva, the light-colored fabric clinging to her nipples, revealing a faint red tinge through the translucent fabric. So sexy!

"Your clothes are dirty..." Xuan started to feel uncomfortable, her face flushed.

I lifted her pajamas and continued my exploration of those two alluring little darlings. My tongue flicked back and forth against her nipples, gradually increasing the speed, then releasing. The elastic nipples would tremble slightly after my tongue left—so cute! After repeating this several times, I felt Xuan's nipples become a little numb, so my tongue began to explore other parts of her body.

I shifted my head slightly and started licking her armpits. Xuan's armpit hair hadn't been shaved for days, and there were quite a few stubbles. They felt prickly to my tongue, a little salty, and carried Xuan's own feminine scent.

"It itches..." Ignoring her complaints, I turned her over and licked the back of her neck. Xuan had sprayed the Anna Sui I gave her today; it was slightly bitter but smelled sweet. Perhaps because she had never been "tasted" like this before, Xuan was quite aroused and hummed softly with her head down. I gently held her sides with both hands, and my tongue continued to follow the concave curve of her spine, quickly reaching her round and plump little buttocks. I bit the edge of her panties with my teeth and pulled them open, revealing two perfect curves.

Xuan knew where I was going to lick her, and covered her buttocks with her hands behind her back: "Aren't you afraid of getting dirty..."
"My wife's stuff, where's it dirty?" I didn't give up and let my tongue wander along the cleft of her buttocks, stroking the elastic sides with both hands, gently spreading them apart to make it easier for my tongue to explore deeper. I had Xuan slightly raise her buttocks, so that her little anus was only 0.01 centimeters away from my nose, with a few fine pubic hairs curling around it.

I touched her clitoris with the tip of my tongue, and her little chrysanthemum immediately clenched reflexively a few times!

"Ah...no, it hurts so much!" Xuan couldn't stand me playing with her like this anymore and protested.
Xuan, you're lying. I could vaguely see the little slit under Xuan's chrysanthemum glistening with moisture. I made Xuan raise her buttocks higher again, and I covered her labia with my entire tongue along her perineum and began to suck.

Xuan had never been this wet before, and I felt that I should be able to reach home base today. My tongue diligently licked her soft labia, occasionally lifting the tip of my tongue to pierce her vagina; her two labia were completely turned open by my tongue, exposing the delicate pink membrane inside. My

tongue was tired, and my mouth couldn't close. Saliva mixed with Xuan's bodily fluids flowed down my chin and her inner thighs.

My poor penis couldn't wait any longer, so I quickly took off my underwear and got down to business.

Xuan noticed immediately and turned over: "What are you doing?" Now that Xuan was facing me, I realized that the stimulation from above had made her face turn red to the roots of her neck, her eyes glazed over, and a strand of hair

clung to her lips. Clearly, she couldn't take it anymore. "Come on." I leaned in and kissed the corner of her mouth, bringing my penis closer to her.

She pushed me away, looking at my unusually erect penis, seemingly very worried: "Be gentle, I'm a little scared." Success! I laid her flat, then placed a pillow under her waist, spread her legs, and slowly guided the head of my penis towards her vaginal opening.

Xuan's vagina was soaking wet, so the tip of my penis entered smoothly. I carefully pushed it in slowly while observing Xuan's expression.

"Ah...it hurts." When my penis was halfway in, Xuan frowned and started to cry out in pain.
I slowly pulled it out a bit. Xuan's vagina was very tight, and the friction of my penis against it felt very good, making it almost impossible for me to control my strength.

"It hurts." She looked into my eyes, her face full of discomfort.

I kept my penis inside, afraid to move, but the grip of Xuan's vagina kept stimulating my glans, causing my penis to twitch and contract every now and then. This was driving Xuan crazy.

"Ahhh, it hurts! No, it's too big!" Xuan started squeezing her thighs together, trying to push me out.

I got anxious again, not wanting her to push my penis out, so I pushed it in further, starting to fight back against Xuan.
"Ahhh, come out, it really hurts." Xuan gasped for breath.

It seemed she really couldn't take it anymore. I was conflicted, feeling sorry for Xuan's body but unwilling to give up.
"It hurts so much, come out, I'll let you do it next time, just come out first." Xuan kept begging for mercy.

At least, I'll break her hymen today. I thought to myself, steeling myself, I pushed in again with all my might, the entire penis inside, the glans already pressing against her clitoris. Xuan's vagina gripped me tightly, rhythmically squeezing and kneading. I dared not move, yet unwilling to pull out, so I remained frozen.

"Ahhh! I can't take it anymore, it hurts so much!" Xuan cried out.

Helpless, I felt sorry for her, so I steeled myself and quickly pulled out my penis.

"Ah!" Xuan screamed, then froze. It felt as if I had inserted a dagger, not a penis.
I held Xuan tightly, stroking her back to help her breathe more evenly.

After a long while, Xuan recovered: "It hurts so much, it still hurts. You're so cruel." I kissed her: "It's your first time, everyone's a little sore, right? Okay, okay, I won't do it anymore." She glanced down at my penis, still standing erect! "You're so big, I've never seen you this big before?" Having lived here for so long, Xuan had seen my penis quite a few times.

"It's because I love you, and I'm really engorged right now, it hurts too."

"Aren't you feeling unwell either?" Xuan looked at me with concern. "A little, it's engorged and really swollen." "Wouldn't it be better

if you lay down?" She said, pulling me down to lie down, probably thinking it would help the blood flow back.
"It's no use, it'll be fine in a bit." "

Your veins are bursting out, it's scary." Xuan actually started observing my little penis.

Her gaze immediately revived me, but I couldn't bear to torment Xuan any longer.

"You lie down, I'll just ejaculate." I decided to masturbate myself; holding it in was really uncomfortable.

So, a very strange scene unfolded: Xuan lay there looking at me, and I, like those supporting male actors in Japanese adult films, was masturbating towards Xuan's genitals!

As I rapidly masturbated, I admired Xuan's beautiful body, experiencing a strange feeling. Countless times I wanted to thrust my engorged penis directly into Xuan's body again.

Xuan looked at me in surprise as I "harmed myself," and whispered, "Are you... alright? Why are you doing this so fast? Does it hurt?"

"Ah, do me a favor..." I grabbed her small hand and guided it to my penis.

Xuan looked at my face, which was gradually contorting with fear, and cooperated slightly by touching the head of my penis with her fingers.
"Pinch it, and stroke it up and down." I was getting a little out of control because of her.

With my hand and her hand working together, I realized I was about to come. I originally wanted to do a "facial" like in porn movies, but I was worried that Xuan would be disgusted, so I moved the head of my penis closer to her vulva.

A few seconds later, my penis tightened, and a large amount of white semen gushed out, all of it shooting onto Xuan's lower abdomen, forming a small puddle around her navel.

Xuan was startled and sat up, hugging my shoulders. "Are you alright?" I kissed her. "It felt good, darling." Seeing I was alright, Xuan pushed me away and dabbed the white fluid on her belly with her hand. "Ugh...you're disgusting! Is this semen? You've got it all over me, the sheets are covered!" She got up to wipe herself with tissues.

I was completely exhausted. I lay down, looking at the specks of blood on the pillow beneath her, and watching her busily cleaning up, I was filled with emotion.

"Okay, you got what you wanted, aren't you happy?" Xuan, finally finished, lay down beside me and asked.
"I'm so happy, you're finally mine." I hugged her and started kissing her again.

"You have to be good to me, forever!" Forever...how many forevers have I promised in my life? If promises were credit cards, I'd definitely be executed for embezzling a huge amount of national wealth.

And so began my sweet life with Xuan. Xuan meticulously took care of every aspect of me—my face, my stomach, my heart, my penis...

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