【what do I do】

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After graduating from the Fine Arts Department of a teachers' college, I was assigned to work in an art museum. I was a comic book artist

. To publish my comic book works, I drew like crazy all day long, sleeping and eating in the office.

I almost forgot everything else in the world until my wife cheated on me and divorced me. Suddenly, I

remembered that I had a home and a wife, but it was too late.

Just as I walked into the provincial fine arts publishing house with the comic book manuscripts that I had obtained through the cheating and divorce,

the editor told me: comic books have been shut down nationwide. "Little picture books" have disappeared from China.

This double blow changed my mindset. I no longer had lofty ambitions. I no longer wanted fame

or a family. I wanted to make money, I wanted to find women, I wanted to live the life of an ordinary man.

I went through all the women in my workplace in my mind, but none of them were to my liking

. I had no interest in them, not even for a one-night stand, let alone as wives. I'm not exaggerating at all; even if I stripped them naked and put them in

bed with me, I wouldn't get aroused. I wouldn't even bother hitting them with the sole of my shoe.

I've also gone to prostitutes with friends, but the lack of emotional connection in sex disgusted me. Besides, none of the

prostitutes were particularly attractive; the pretty, young ones had long been taken away or reformed. What remained

were just ordinary women.

I suddenly thought of starting an art class and recruiting students. It would kill two birds with one stone: first, I could earn extra money on top of my salary;

second, if I found a female student I liked, I could consider training her to be my wife. Even if she was

just a mistress, that would be fine. As long as it didn't break the law or violate morality, and as long as it was consensual, even just once would be acceptable.

Perhaps I'm being too blunt, but these are the thoughts of a man.

The students were quickly recruited. I planned to have the younger children during the day and the older ones

at night individual training.

My criteria were

girls over 18, who liked to dress up, weren't good at studying, and always liked to flirt with men—in other words, sexy girls who could arouse men and make them excited. Those hardworking, academically

gifted girls are too rigid and mature; they seem incapable of laughter or shouting, and probably wouldn't even budge if a man were to

penetrate them .

Then I thought, could a flirtatious girl be a wife? No, I can't choose that

type . That type of girl can only satisfy my temporary desires. It can't last.

Soon I found a target: Xiaoxue.

Xiaoxue was a girl of average height and build, but with large breasts and a full bottom. She was a

high school sophomore studying humanities, but because of her poor academic performance, her parents sent her to study art.

Xiaoxue's father and my brother were classmates in middle school, and it was both of them who sent Xiaoxue

to art school. So, in a way, my family and Xiaoxue's family were related; I even had to call Xiaoxue's

father my uncle. This made Xiaoxue and me equals.

The moment we met, Xiaoxue immediately called me "Second Brother." Seeing her constantly shifting gaze, always

drifting towards me, and looking at me with such fascination, I instantly developed a liking for this girl.

Not only did I waive her tuition, but I also frequently provided her with drawing paper and pencils, and

paid special attention to her when tutoring her. Sometimes I would even buy her a meal when I went out to eat. Many classmates

looked at , so I explained: she's my cousin. Everyone had heard her often call me "Second Brother," so it

seemed normal.

She wasn't particularly beautiful, but she was pleasing to the eye. She knew how to dress, how to pose, and how to

express herself with her eyes.

In the summer, she always liked to wear low-cut tops and low-waisted shorts, exposing her belly button.

Whenever she bent over, a glimpse of her snow-white buttocks would always appear at the back of those shorts, and the dark cleft between her two halves of her snow-white

buttocks would often peek out from the overly short waistband. It gave me a

visual treat.

I thought to myself, she came to me to learn, dressed so provocatively, she's showing off her body to me

, she's obviously here to seduce me.

Tutoring her in drawing is the most comfortable thing for me. When she sits there drawing, I love standing

behind her, reaching out my hand, holding her chubby little white hand, and teaching her how to draw step by step.

I always choose a small stool in the back row for Xiaoxue, because there's no chair back to obstruct my view. This

allows me to often press my body against her back. She's asked me why I don't let her sit in a chair, and I whisper

, "You lean forward while drawing, so the teacher can guide you step by step from behind. If you sit in

a chair, the back will block my view, and it will be inconvenient for me to tutor you."

With Xiaoxue, I often stand behind her, reaching out with both hands to tutor her. I

hold her drawing board with my left hand and hold her chubby little hand with my right, it feels like I'm embracing her. Because I was

standing behind her, she was practically encircled in my arms. My lips were almost touching her

hair , and I could clearly smell the shampoo in it.

At that moment, my gaze frequently slid down her shoulders, secretly watching her chest.

Although her breasts were inside her small top, the neckline was very low, and because she was bending over to draw,

the top naturally slipped up her chest. So her breasts were completely exposed to my view.

Her breasts were truly beautiful, like two mountain peaks rising from a plain. The nipples were brownish-red, the areolas

pink, and her breasts were round and plump, like two freshly steamed buns, full, round, and

white.

Because her skin was so delicate, I could clearly see the dense blue veins on her breasts.

Because I could often look at her breasts, I often thought: although I wasn't charging her tuition,

tutoring such a sexy girl felt like a happiness, a joy, a pleasure. Every time

I guided her through her painting process, every time I held her close in my arms, I felt a sense of romance and

warmth, a sweet feeling spreading through my entire body, even my toenails felt itchy. You could say I was more patient with her than

with the students who paid my tuition.

When tutoring other girls, I would stand behind them, teaching them hand-in-hand, and I would often

glance at their chests, but I felt their breasts weren't as beautiful as Xiaoxue's, not as good as Xiaoxue's.

The room is attractive.

I don't understand why God had to create two beautiful breasts for girls, so that they

would constantly attract men's attention, constantly stimulate their desires, and constantly arouse

their impulses.

At first, I just stood behind Xiaoxue, reached out, and held her hand to guide her in drawing. In fact,

the moment I touched her little hand, I already felt a kind of pleasure. After all, it was the hand of an 18-year-old girl

. I am a 30-year-old man. If I were to touch the hand of an 18-year-old girl for no reason, that would be

harassment.

Now, I can touch her hand with a clear conscience. She will be very happy, thinking that the teacher is taking care of her . The more times I touch her hand, the more she will feel that the teacher likes her and favors her. I can see

this from her excited and proud eyes. 　　Once, I noticed that the apple she drew looked more like a tomato. So I stood behind her again, stretched out my arm, and tightly grasped her chubby little hand. She didn't pull her hand away, but smiled and looked at me, asking , "What's wrong, Second Brother?" 　　I leaned my head over her shoulder, my chin almost touching her round shoulder , my face almost pressed against hers. I could almost feel the warmth of her pink cheeks. I said gently, "Look at the apple you drew. Why does it look like a tomato with a tail? The outline should be here. Draw it like this." Under the guidance of my big hand, her little hand quickly corrected the outline of the apple. 　　She turned and glanced at me sideways. When she turned, our oval faces really did rub together. I felt her little face was especially delicate and soft, and I felt a little itchy all over. She smiled mischievously, then she held up the drawing board to cover her face, and I felt her head snuggle into my arms. 　　In that instant, I quickly understood her meaning. Without hesitation, I leaned forward, bringing her head closer to mine. She hid her face behind the drawing board, then stole a glance at me and blinked rapidly. My heart skipped a beat; I knew she was giving me a wink. 　　I patted her head and said, "Don't be naughty, focus on your drawing," before leaving her to tutor other children. I was already feeling aroused. I was afraid my penis would get hard and touch her back. 　　I walked around each child, but my mind kept wandering to her, my eyes constantly glancing at her. My feet involuntarily led me back behind her. Although I didn't directly touch her hand, I nervously and boldly leaned against her back. I felt her back was warm and smooth. 　　She sensed me moving closer, her expression unchanged, but she subtly bent her back slightly, pressing her back firmly against my abdomen. 　　I felt a surge of heat, a nervousness creeping in, my heart pounding. I glanced around and saw the children engrossed in their drawings, no one watching us. Suddenly, I boldly thrust my stomach forward , causing her to sway slightly. 　　She immediately responded with her back, pressing herself against me tightly, her entire back pressed against my front. My penis was pressed against her waist, her skin completely exposed. I felt a surge of desire; my penis gradually hardened, 　　and I felt a burning sensation in my lower body. It's been almost a year since my divorce. Now, I'm truly experiencing sexual frustration and a strong urge to try again. 　　Xiaoxue seemed to feel something hard pressing against her waist from behind, and it was wriggling. Her body suddenly rubbed against my midsection, and I felt my penis roll . This rolling made my penis even more erect. 　　What should I do next? My mind went blank… 　　Xiaoxue suddenly whispered, “Second Brother, it’s time to go home.” 　　I immediately understood her meaning, glanced back at the digital clock on the wall, and although it wasn’t quite time yet, it was close. I hurriedly shouted, “Class dismissed! School’s out!” 　　The children started chatting and laughing, packing up their sketchbooks, and then one by one, they rushed out of With the thumping of the stairs and the constant calls for taxis outside, the other rooms in the building were already empty. Only my office remained— Xiaoxue and I. Xiaoxue was still sitting there, pretending to slowly pack her papers and pens. Actually, this was exactly what I expected . 　　I walked past her, my heart pounding, my body burning, my voice trembling. I boldly pinched her shoulder and said in a trembling voice, "Wait a minute, I'll go down and lock and come right back 　　." I lived and ate at the company, and I knew I'd eventually have sex . I'd already discussed firing the night watchman with my boss. 　　I hurriedly locked the door and rushed upstairs to my office. Xiaoxue was still there, head down, fiddling with her sketchbook. I was already burning up, my head throbbing. Blood rushed through my veins , and I lunged at her, hugging her tightly from behind. My hands grasped her breasts . 　　She whispered, "Second brother, second brother, don't do this, I... I'm so scared, what if someone sees..." She stood up and nestled in my arms. 　　I felt her buttocks arching between my legs; I knew she was searching for my penis. I boldly pressed my penis against her buttocks. I felt her body go limp all of a sudden. 　　I turned her around, facing me, and pulled her into my arms again. She clung tightly to my waist, pressing her head against my chest. I felt her breasts pressed against my chest, her genitals pressing against my legs. 　　Her body writhed in my arms, her large breasts rubbing against my chest, and my body grew warmer. I felt my veins throbbing, and in the instant she looked up at me, I passionately kissed her lips.

When my lips touched her plump lips, I was overwhelmed with excitement and quickly

slipped my tongue into her mouth. Her small mouth sucked on my tongue tightly, and I felt a sudden tingling sensation all over my body, my penis

throbbing. She began to moan softly, her body trembling, and I felt her body sinking down

as if she were about to fall.

I quickly picked her up, and her arms wrapped tightly around my neck, our lips still

locked in a passionate kiss.

I laid her flat on my large desk, her arms still tightly around my

neck, and I leaned down to continue kissing her. My hands had slipped inside her clothes, reaching her breasts, and I

grasped them tightly. Her breasts felt full, smooth, soft yet firm,

and elastic .

I suddenly pulled open her shirt and discovered she wasn't wearing a bra. Her two white breasts sprang out

. I cupped them in my hands and took her nipple into my mouth, sucking repeatedly

like , licking it in circles with my tongue.

Her body began to writhe, her waist arching back and forth, most noticeably her genitals

arching repeatedly like a predator. I quickly slipped my hand inside her shorts.

I first touched her lower abdomen, which was warm, smooth, firm, and quite elastic.

My hand continued downwards, reaching her pubic hair, thick and messy.

My hand continued down, touching her labia, which were already very wet. I followed

the wet crevice and inserted my fingers, feeling the wet, warm, and soft flesh inside

. The flesh inside her vagina was contracting and pulsating.

She kept moaning "Ah ah," saying intermittently, "Second brother, I've already come once. My

lower body is so itchy and uncomfortable. I can't take it anymore, hurry up..."

I was already out of breath, but I still forced myself to ask, "Why do you want me to hurry up?"

She suddenly twisted my arm hard and said, "You're so naughty, you're so bad. You've

teased me like this, and you still won't come on? Are you trying to kill me?"

I hurriedly took off her shorts and her top, and thus, the naked body of an eighteen-year-old girl was completely

exposed before my eyes.

She closed her eyes and covered her genitals and breasts with her hands. My desk was black, and her body

was white. Her naked body and my desk formed a stark contrast, making her flesh appear even whiter,

clearer , and more voluptuous.

I hurriedly pulled down my pants, pulled her buttocks to the edge of the table, and placed her

legs on my shoulders. My penis was already throbbing violently, bulging with erection, the glans

purplish-blue, resembling an old man wearing a wide-brimmed hat with sharply

defined .

I parted her labia and thrust my glans in first. She eagerly arched her hips and

twisted her body, and I used all my strength to push my engorged penis all the way in, all the way to the bottom.

Her vagina had a lot of soft flesh, and when our genitals met, the sensation was

incredibly pleasurable.

I began to thrust forcefully, each stroke steady, precise, and powerful, making her body jiggle upwards with

each impact , causing her large breasts to sway back and forth, captivating, exciting, and intoxicating me.

She whispered, "Oh my god, you're killing me! Your cock is so thick and long, it's hitting

my cervix! Ah, ah, it feels so good, so good! Second brother, harder, harder, faster, faster!"

She started moaning incessantly. I watched as my thick cock went in and

out of her pussy, her vagina constantly flowing with fluid, constantly lubricating, making my big cock

wet , shiny, oily, and slippery. I thrust even harder and more violently.

I felt like when a man and a woman were having sex, it was like a tire pump inflating a bicycle

tire. My glans scraped against the muscles inside her vagina, like the pump's

cup forth. My penis was thick, and her vagina was tight. Every time I thrust in, I

heard a "pop" sound—the sound of air escaping from her vagina. Every time I pulled out,

the hard edge of my glans scraped against the folds of her vaginal walls, bringing out the white fluid inside

. At the same time, a lot of her pinkish-white flesh would turn inside out.

With each stroke, she would moan softly with satisfaction. With each thrust, my body felt

numb and sweet. The "slap slap" sound was exhilarating and incredibly exciting. I felt myself

using a lot of force; I felt my testicles hitting her perineum again and again. That feeling was also very

pleasurable.

I went wilder and wilder, more and more intense. I felt like I was going crazy; sweat was pouring down my face. I almost

ejaculated several times, but I managed to hold back. I had only one thought in my mind: I wouldn't ejaculate until I had her completely satisfied.

My speed increased, and my emotions became even more frenzied. She forgot everything and started screaming, her buttocks

arching wildly upwards, her speed increasing. I watched as her face turned red, sweat poured out, her breathing became rapid, and

she became incoherent: "Second brother, husband... husband... second brother... fuck me... fuck my little pussy...

harder... ah... ah... so good... so comfortable... I... I... I'm going to die... I'm

going to cry... I'm coming, ah..."

She suddenly opened her mouth and burst into tears. I couldn't control myself anymore. I thrust into her hard a dozen times, then

collapsed onto her body and didn't move.

I could feel my penis throbbing inside her vagina, her body trembling,

her vagina contracting, the tender flesh inside pulsating like a pulse. I kissed her lips to stop her from crying out,

but even so, I didn't completely seal her mouth; soft, happy

sobs still escaped from the corners of her mouth.

I lay on top of her for a long time before pulling my penis out. I watched as white fluid flowed continuously from the pink

opening . When I first pulled out my penis, that pink opening was still...

It was open, not closing immediately, and I felt like I could fit a ping-pong ball inside.

After a while, the opening gradually shrank, probably only big enough to fit a finger

. After a while, the opening became even smaller. Gradually, it closed. The two labia slowly came together, and now Xiaoxue's vulva was just

a pink, wet slit. I secretly admired the tender flesh of a girl's vulva; it was so elastic and

contracted so quickly. That place was born to be fucked by men, to be penetrated by men. No matter how much you penetrate, it won't break, and when you pull it out,

it's like nothing happened.

I grabbed a few sheets of Xuan paper used for traditional Chinese painting, first wiping her vulva clean, and then wiping my own crotch

clean. She suddenly laughed and said, "Your workplace has so much toilet paper, and it's all in big sheets. Why

don't you cut it into smaller pieces?"

I cupped her face in my hands and kissed her soft, tender lips, saying, "Silly girl, that's not toilet paper,

it's Xuan paper, used for traditional Chinese painting. You're currently in the sketching and drawing stage, but if you choose to study traditional Chinese painting in the future,

you'll need it. It's very expensive, but don't worry, I'll supply you with it."

After a while, the flow between our bodies stopped. I carried her to my wire

bed, holding her plump, smooth, snow-white body tightly, kissing her forehead repeatedly. She

nestled in my arms, closing her eyes and savoring the moment.

Suddenly, she asked, "Why don't you do it with me on your bed?"

I said, "That would make the bed dirty, and my superiors and colleagues at work would laugh at me. Besides, this is

an old-fashioned wire bed; if one person gets on it, it sags in the middle, forming a large depression. If two people try to do it,

they can't fit together."

She suddenly stared at me with wide eyes and said mischievously, "Then you must have done it with other women on this bed,

right? Tell me." "Have we done it?"

I could only say, "Yes."

Suddenly, she started hitting me repeatedly with both hands, scolding, "I won't do it anymore!

I won't be with you anymore! I won't play with you anymore! I'll never let you fuck me again! You fuck other women… I'm

jealous ! I'm angry!

" Her outburst left me somewhat bewildered, unsure how to appease her. My eyes

scanned the room, and when I saw the scraps of paper on the floor that had just been used to wipe her genitals, an idea suddenly struck me. I

hurriedly asked her, "Haven't you ever had sex with any other boys?"

She glared at me and said, "No, no, you're the first man to have sex with me." After saying that, she gave

me a sly look, and I suddenly attacked her, asking, "Why isn't there any bleeding down there? When did your hymen

break? Who did you give your virginity to?" She stammered, "I broke it myself while masturbating. So what?

Is that not allowed?"

I cupped her small face in my hands and gave her a hard kiss on the lips, saying, "Don't lie, nobody's going to believe

you."

She suddenly lay down beside me, face up, and took a deep breath, her breasts bobbing

slightly. She calmly said, "In this day and age, you still want to find a virgin? You'll have to go to kindergarten."

I laughed and said, "Alright, we're even. Let's not argue. Let's not worry about the past or the future, let's be

realistic It's fate that we're together, it's God's arrangement. As long as it's comfortable, enjoyable, and

satisfying, that's all that matters.

" She quietly said, "I've dated several guys already, and I just broke up with one

. You don't know how girls are these days, they can't live without a man. But that man has to be someone I find attractive before I'll agree to date him.

You're still very handsome to me, even though you're much older than me, I still gave myself to you. Actually, I

also wanted to experience what it's like to be a grown man.

" I quickly asked, "So, how did it feel?"

She said, "It feels pretty good. You're very strong, your penis is big, and you're very experienced

. You're much better than a little boy. But you have too much chest hair. Your beard is too prickly. It's not as smooth as a little

boy's face. Your big penis is quite attractive, though.

" She started playing with my penis, which felt very comfortable and stimulating. Gradually, I became aroused again and

started touching her breasts, her lower abdomen, and finally, I put my hand into her vagina. My fingers swirled inside her

vagina for a while before I started pinching her clitoris.

Her body began to writhe. Her breathing gradually quickened. My penis became hard again. I

rolled over and straddled her, hugging her soft, cotton-like body. She hugged my buttocks tightly, and

she quickly spread her legs. I thrust my penis in.

But I couldn't penetrate deeply, I couldn't reach the bottom. The bed was made of steel wire. I tried to push in, and she tried

to lift up, but when we exerted force, the middle of the bed collapsed. I hurriedly said, "Let's get down on the floor.

Lie on my desk, stick your butt up, and I'll penetrate you from behind."

Xiaoxue quickly got down, put on her shoes, and then lay on my desk, sticking her butt up.

On the black desk sat a large, snow-white butt, which I felt was like a painting. Her buttocks were plump and

large , and her crotch was also full and firm. The tender flesh of her vulva was squeezed

out from between her two halves of her buttocks, and her mons pubis was covered with a greasy, moist, and shiny highlight. A few pubic hairs were stuck to the tender

flesh of her vulva.

As I looked at her, I felt a surge of desire, so I knelt behind her and quickly licked her vulva with my mouth

, and I also put my tongue into her vagina. The tender flesh inside and outside her vagina was soft and moist

.

Xiaoxue was happy, her buttocks sticking up and swaying back and forth. She exclaimed excitedly, "It's so good...so comfortable...

so amazing...Second Brother, you really know how to play...ah...ah...my body is numb. I can't stand up anymore."

My tongue swirled inside her vagina, the fishy smell of her genitals excited me even more. She

cried out as I licked her, and she became wet.

I swallowed the first stream of vaginal fluid, and then there was even more. Her entire genitals were already

glistening with moisture, and my penis was as hard as it could possibly be. I raised my penis, aimed it at Xiaoxue's

vagina, and thrust it in with a soft plop.

She cried out happily, "Husband...my good husband...it feels so good to fuck me from behind, this

position is so good...just thrust harder, just fuck me to death...ah...ah..."

Her voice sounded familiar, and it gave me a strange thrill. I thought of porn, and I quickly asked, "

Did you learn that from porn?" She said, "Never mind, I just think it sounds nice, and it

gets me all aroused."

I quickly said, "I love it too, just scream whatever you want." She started screaming again: "Ah...

Ooh... Oh... Oh..."

Her screams were unbearable. I started going all out, going crazy. I really wanted to flatten her ass, I

really wanted to pierce her vagina, I wanted to thrust my cock all the way into her belly. I thrust hard

, and she sat down hard in my lap, her ass arching back and forth. We reached orgasm together.

She lay on my desk, panting, and said, "Oh my god, you're killing me, I can't take it anymore.

I can't do it anymore today, or you'll break my body."

I lay on her ass, my hands touching her full breasts, and I felt so good. I felt like

I 'd struck gold. Forget about not collecting her tuition; even if she asked me for money at the moment of penetration,

I would have given it to her.

I got off her, and she stood up too. I gave her some more Xuan paper to

wipe her genitals. I was wiping myself too. Then she said, "Second brother, do you think I can get pregnant

? An abortion costs 160 yuan."

Before I understood what she meant, I hurriedly said, "Then I'll buy you some birth control pills."

She coldly said, "I never expected that the first thing Second brother would want to buy me is birth control pills!"

Only then did I understand what she meant. My passion vanished instantly. I thought I had put in a lot of effort,

that I had given her some affection, but I hadn't received her true feelings in return. Her tenderness towards me, her

sex with me, were all for a purpose. I suddenly started to hate her. I remembered a common saying: "

No heart after pulling out the penis."

I thought for a moment and hurriedly reached into my pocket. Luckily, I had my salary on me, but

how much ? The most expensive hostess at the hotel was only 100 yuan, and the cheapest was only 30 yuan. Judging from Xiaoxue's age, she should

be in the 100-yuan range. But if I gave her 100 yuan, wouldn't that be treating her like a prostitute? She would definitely be

angry. But if I gave her too little, wouldn't that make her seem like an old prostitute?

After much consideration, I took out 300 yuan and stuffed it into her hand. When she saw the money, she happily hugged my neck and

kissed me hard on the lips, saying, "Second brother, you're so good to me! I love you so much! I like you so much!

Second brother, just tell me whenever you want to do it, and I'll be there for you, selflessly offering myself.

You don't need ..."

I suddenly had a fantasy again, thinking that if she could keep me company for a year or two for that 300 yuan, it would be a good deal.

But before she could finish her sentence, she continued, "Second brother, if you want to do it again, you don't need to pay me.

Just buy me clothes."

I froze, blurting out a single word, "Huh?"

She smiled and said, "It's fine if you don't buy me clothes, then just pay my phone bill."

I suddenly felt incredibly stupid, utterly foolish. A painter, fooled by a little girl

. I should have realized this the moment she started seducing me with her eyes. If writers are

bookworms , then artists like me are painting fanatics. In these romantic settings, I

'm outdated, far inferior to those children.

For a long time, I dared not make any rash moves. I shut myself off emotionally. When my desires became

unbearable, I would masturbate to nude images in magazines. Occasionally, I would visit prostitutes, but very rarely.

I was destined to be a cadre in a public institution, and a potential leader. Getting caught by the police

would ruin my reputation and jeopardize my future—worse than a fine.

Besides, I didn't have a wife yet. I had to maintain a presentable image and consider my future family.

Even though I wasn't a good man, I had to be dutiful in finding a wife.

Another important point is business. If parents knew the teacher wasn't a good person, they

wouldn't send their children to my art class. It would affect my income, because competition in the industry is fierce.

From then on, I became wary of girls with shifty eyes, oddly styled hair, and revealing clothes

. I started focusing on tutoring the good students. I began to like girls with blank stares,

expressionless , simple clothes, and heads down, engrossed in their paintings.

About a year later, another girl caught my attention. Although I knew she

couldn't be my wife, she broke through my defenses and I developed feelings for her.

Her name was Luo Yan. She wasn't tall, less than 1.6 meters, but she was very beautiful, with a

very well-proportioned figure—a miniature beauty. Her appearance resembled the movie actress Mei Ting. Especially her

big eyes, which always had a blank expression. She rarely smiled, and even when she wanted to, it was just a slight

grin that vanished immediately.

She was nineteen. Due to family difficulties, she dropped out of high school in her first year and worked as an assistant in a hair salon.

She used the money she earned to learn computers. Her computer school teacher said that some art skills were best for graphic design,

so she came to study with me.

I was drawn to her because she was beautiful, studied incredibly hard, and came from a poor family. I know

my feelings for her are complex: I like her appearance, admire her diligence, pity her family, and appreciate her

intelligence. This combination is why I like her.

She's also very thoughtful. For every page she drew, she wrote a sentence at the bottom:

"To achieve my ideals, I will strive tirelessly,"

"I will create my own future," and "

Once my career is successful, I will never forget my teachers' kindness. "

Looking at her drawings and the words beneath them, I was moved by her emotions.

I wrote a few words on the back of her drawings:

You are like a fairy, beautiful and flawless; you are like a saint, with a broad mind. Ideals lie ahead of you, the road is under your feet.

I wish to pave your path with flowers; I wish to shed my sweat for your future. Today you are a tender sprout;

tomorrow you will surely bloom into a magnificent flower.

Keep striving, lovely little girl, and a white horse will accompany you to the ends of the earth...

Feeling a lingering sense of satisfaction, I added another line at the bottom: "May your boundless canvas

flow , may your love be passionate, and your career brilliant.

" After finishing, I placed the paper, along with her sketchbook, in her lap. She took it and

examined it , a rare excitement finally appearing in her eyes. She hugged the sketchbook and the paper to her chest,

as if deep in thought, then folded the paper and carefully tucked it into her inner pocket.

From that time on, I noticed a change in her. Before, even if we walked past each other, she wouldn't look up or

speak to me. Now, every time we met, she would greet me with "Hello, teacher," and her gaze was no longer dull. It finally

sparkled with excitement.

Before class, she always came to my office first, wiping the desk, sweeping the floor, and

arranging the children's easels, chairs, and stools.

After school, she was always the last to leave, cleaning the room again, collecting the trash and emptying it into the hallway

bins . She even tidied up the books, pens, and other clutter on my desk. One day

, she even disassembled and washed my luggage

. Later, she even started buying me meals. I offered her money, but she refused.

One day, when no one was around, I put money in her pocket again. She took it out

and threw it on my desk. I took the money and put it in her bosom. When my hand touched her chest

, I actually touched her breast. Because her figure was very well-proportioned, her breasts weren't very prominent.

Today, I realized that although her breasts weren't large, they were quite full. When she was struggling with me, her

breasts bounced a few times on her chest. I suddenly felt a surge of desire and pulled her into my arms. She buried

her head , and I whispered, "Why are you so good to me?" She whispered, "I love

you! You're almost my ideal man."

Suddenly, I cupped her face and kissed her on the lips. She didn't flinch, but closed her eyes and

savored the kiss. Her makeup was flawless, her dark eyebrows, wide double eyelids,

and long eyelashes gave her a natural beauty.

I slipped my hands inside her clothes and began to caress her breasts. They weren't large, but they were full,

smooth, and elastic. I then slipped my hands inside her pants; her lower abdomen was even smoother and more delicate.

My hand continued downwards, touching her pubic hair, which was also thick. Suddenly, I lost control and

abruptly pulled her onto my bed. I straddled her, and she didn't resist, instead wrapping her

arms around me. Her body felt firm and smooth, unlike Xiaoxue's

softness.

I started to undress her. Suddenly, she opened her eyes, stared at me, and then shook her head.

I didn't think much of it and went to undo her belt. Suddenly, she pushed me aside and jumped off the bed. I

looked at She leaned against my desk and whispered, "If you promise to marry me and never

abandon me, then I'll agree!

If you do *that* with me and still don't want to marry me, then I'll stop."

I was stunned. To be honest, I really liked her, but marrying her was impossible. She was too young;

I was more than ten years older than her, which would be a laughing stock. Besides, she was too short. She was less than 1.6 meters tall. She

could be a mistress, but not a wife.

I calmed down for a moment and said seriously, "I'm sorry, it was my fault. I shouldn't have hit you. I won't

do it again." I took out two hundred yuan and gave it to her, saying, "Take this. Consider it my compensation for your emotional distress." She took

the money, then suddenly tore it to shreds, threw it on the ground, and turned to leave. I realized she was crying.

I felt terrible for her, like I had failed again in love.

From that day on, I never considered having children again.

I secretly resolved that if she was wife material, I would take the initiative. The game should end now.

I felt I was just unlucky; some people say long hair brings bad luck. I looked in the mirror and saw

my hair was already shoulder-length.

I'd kept my hair long and hadn't had a haircut in years, so I wanted to get one, but I didn't know which salon was good.

I accidentally walked into a beauty and hairdressing school, and everyone in the room stared at me. The

young owner asked, "Are you an artist?"

I knew he was looking at my hair and beard. Looking in the mirror on the wall, I realized my

hair not only very long, but also had some curly waves, like a woman's big waves. My mustache was also very long

. My goatee was five centimeters long. Combined with my height of 180 cm, I really looked like a

monster .

Although the room was full of young people in the beauty and hairdressing industry, and they were all dressed very fashionably, they

were all short young men and women. No matter how fashionable they were, they lacked charisma. My charisma was

related to my seniority.

The shop owner asked me, "We have both teachers and students here. If you want a teacher to do your hair, it'll

be more expensive than at a regular salon. If you want a student, it's free." I nonchalantly replied,

"Whatever !"

At that moment, a young girl who looked like a student said to the owner, "I'll do it." The owner gave me a questioning

look . I nodded indifferently.

The girl looked about seventeen or eighteen years old, not very tall, but very pretty and talkative. She

confidently stepped forward and took my hand, saying, "Come on, brother, sit down."

I looked down at her closely. Her face was very pale, and her eye makeup was heavy, making her look like a

panda . Her eyelashes were exceptionally long, with a layer of shorter ones underneath—I knew those were

false eyelashes. She was wearing a sleeveless tank top with a very low neckline, her two large breasts

tightly supported by her shapely bra, almost completely exposed, like a baby's bottom upside down on her

chest. I thought that was the beautiful cleavage that girls are most proud of.

Her vest was very short, barely covering her breasts, making it look like a deformed, oversized bra.

Her jeans were even lower, revealing not only her belly and navel in the front, but also

the deep crease of her inner thighs and armpits. Her round, protruding belly was almost entirely exposed. I thought that if the waistband were

any lower, her pubic hair would be visible.

She suddenly said, "Brother, move your leg to the side a little. This cabinet is mine. My shampoo is in there.

I'll take it out so I can wash your hair." I then noticed that there were rows of small cabinets in front of my knees,

forming a long, narrow workbench. Each cabinet was numbered, and I guessed

that each cabinet contained a student's personal tools.

He moved his leg to the side, and the girl squatted down to open the cabinet and get the shampoo. As she squatted

, her low-rise pants slipped down to their limit, almost completely exposing her large, white buttocks, the cleft

clearly visible. When she stood up, the low-rise pants didn't rise much, and her buttock cleft was still

somewhat visible. She reminded me of Xiaoxue, but I realized her buttocks were even more exposed than Xiaoxue's.

She wrapped a towel and a shawl around me, then took out a small square bag containing Head & Shoulders shampoo.

She bit a hole in it with her teeth, squeezed the shampoo onto my head, and then sprayed water on my

head . She sprayed water with her left hand and repeatedly rubbed my hair with her right. She stood to my side, and

when she raised her arm, I could clearly see the thick black hair under her armpit. I realized that the

black hair in her pubic area must be the same as her armpit.

Her large breasts brushed against my arm several times, which felt very comfortable. Sometimes she was on my

left, sometimes behind me, sometimes on my right. I really hoped she would come to the front of me to fix my hair so I could see

her cleavage and lower abdomen directly, but she never came to the opposite side of me. I found it strange. (

Later I found out that working face-to-face is a big taboo for hairdressers; only amateur hairdressers would

do that.)

She suddenly said, "Brother, you're so handsome. Your wife must be very beautiful too." I smiled and said, "I don't have a wife yet."

(I didn't want to mention my divorce; I felt it was pointless to talk to these young people about it.)

She asked again, "So you don't have a job? You didn't mention a wife, did you?"

I said, "I do have a job; I work in an art gallery." She suddenly exclaimed, "Ha, I know!"

"Your name is Ji Feng, and you're incredibly good at drawing. My aunt's younger sister studies in your art class. You're divorced,

right?"

This modern young woman was so outgoing, I was at a loss for words, and could only nod. She then said with a grin, "

What do you think of me? If you don't mind, let me be your wife." I was caught up in her enthusiasm and

excitedly replied, "You're too young, let's talk about it when you're older."

I was about to say, "Let's talk about it when you're taller," but then I suddenly remembered a saying: "

Don't talk about someone who's short."

At that moment, she stood behind me, repeatedly scratching the white

foam . Suddenly, the owner said, "Xiao Xue, your massage posture is wrong. You must keep your chest up, stomach in, arms level, and

hands on the customer's head..."

Her face twitched, and she pouted, saying, "He's too tall, I can't reach him."

The owner said, "Let's get a taller girl."

The girls around us looked at each other, comparing their heights—they were all about the same. I was wondering

to myself , why are all the girls these days so small and stocky? They're not tall, but their breasts and butts are

quite large.

Just then, a gentle, sweet voice came from behind me: "Let me handle this."

Those few words sounded wonderfully sweet, her pronunciation incredibly clear. I turned around and saw

a model-like girl walking towards me. She was at least 150cm tall, and incredibly beautiful,

like a movie actress. Her gait was graceful; those few steps exuded a captivating feminine

charm.

Her breasts were high, and she swayed her hips gently as she walked. With each sway, her breasts

bounced up and down beneath her clothes. Her waist was neither too thick nor too thin, and her thighs were straight. Her demeanor was

different .

She touched my hair; her touch was incredibly gentle, unlike the

heavy, harsh touch of the chubby girl from before. I heard her softly say, "This hair is dry; you need to spray it with water."

She bent down at the workbench in front of me to get a water bottle, and the outline of her two full buttocks was visible through her

thin pants. They felt incredibly voluptuous. I pretended to get up to spit, and as I stood up,

my lower abdomen bumped against her upturned buttocks. I felt how elastic they were, neither soft

nor hard.

She went behind the chair, her hands on the back, and softly hummed a pop song, her toes tapping lightly on

the ground . Her voice was truly beautiful; I think she was deliberately showing off her

beautiful voice and keen musical sense.

After spitting, I sat back down and looked at her in the mirror. This girl had truly beautiful lips and white teeth, a

voluptuous figure, eyes that sparkled, and eyebrows that were delicate. She resembled both Jiang Qinqin and Sun Li. I was instantly captivated by her.

I felt it was a kind of female art, a kind of scenery, a kind of nourishment, a kind of enjoyment.

She looked in the mirror several times, and when our eyes met, she smiled—a beautiful

and . Two faint dimples graced her face. Her massage technique was impeccable. Chest

out, stomach in, arms outstretched, her hands pressing and rubbing my head from front to back. Her full breasts brushed against the

back of my head several times, making me feel as if I were resting on a large, fleshy pillow, its ends raised and

the middle concave.

I immediately felt a desire to see her cleavage, but

when , I was stunned. She was completely covered up;

I couldn't see the skin on her arms or even her neck. She wore a high-necked top, the top button fastened tightly

. Except for her hands and face, there was no exposed skin.

Compared to girls with exposed chests, backs, and belly buttons, she seemed like a lady from the Republican era. I guessed

she must be a very demure girl. After she finished massaging my head, she asked, "Are you busy?"

I said I wasn't. She said, "If you're not busy, I'd like to give you an upper body massage. We're both students, just started learning, and

I'm eager to try it out."

I happily replied, "Just massage me however you like; I'm your guinea pig today." She softly thanked me.

Thank you, and she began the massage from head to toe. She first placed her left hand on my head, then used her right hand to knead and pinch

the back , giving it a sharp pull. At first, it hurt a lot, but after a while, it felt very comfortable.

She then began massaging my collarbone hollows and armpits—a move I often

saw , usually a service massage therapists provided to philandering men. I kept looking at her in the mirror

; her movements were beautiful, her expression serene. Our eyes met several times, and she didn't look away, only

becoming somewhat lost, leaving me unable to decipher her thoughts.

I deliberately tilted my head back, repeatedly touching her breasts with the back of my head. I could feel the rise and fall of her chest,

hear her soft breathing, and the thumping of her heart. She finished massaging my shoulders, then my back,

stopping at my waist. She returned and began kneading my arms from my shoulders down

to my fingers.

When she used her slender, white fingers to knead my fingers… I instinctively

gripped her fingers, my eyes fixed on her face, observing her expression. She smiled at me,

then gently shook her head—a subtle gesture known only to the two of us. I felt

as if she were an older sister reminding her little brother not to be naughty. I quickly released her hand.

She swiftly untied the shawl and towel wrapped around me, and I felt a little nervous. I knew my

hair hadn't been cut yet, and she must be angry and wanting to send me away. I looked at her with hesitant and apologetic eyes. She seemed

to see through my thoughts, smiled at me briefly, and said, "Go wash your hair in the basin in the corner, and I'll cut it for you when you come back

."

I went to the corner, searched for a while, but couldn't find a basin. She immediately followed me and whispered, "

You're so clumsy." The voice was very soft, perhaps only I could hear it. She pointed to

something and said, "Lie down, I'll rinse you off." I then noticed that the bed wasn't flat, but sloping,

with a notch at the headboard leading to a basin. After I lay down, she came to my side

and sprayed water on my hair with a showerhead. Sometimes the water hit my face, and she quickly wiped it

clean .

I felt her beautiful face was right in front of me. I tilted my head back, and she tilted her head back. I carefully examined her

face—her eyebrows, her eyes, her nose, her mouth—perfect, without a single flaw. I really wanted

to hug her neck and kiss her hard, but I knew I couldn't. They were beauty and hairdressing trainees,

not massage girls.

I only learned her name was Xiaoyu when others called her.

After washing my hair, she asked me to return to my seat. She then repeatedly dried my head with a towel,

her beautiful eyes constantly scanning me in the mirror. I knew I was handsome, and I figured she must be attracted

to me because of my good looks. Just as I was feeling smug, she suddenly asked, "What kind of hairstyle do you want?"

I suddenly realized she hadn't been admiring my appearance; she was actually thinking about what hairstyle to give me.

I felt a sense of disappointment and discouragement. In retaliation, I blurted out, "Do you know the hairstyles of Beethoven and Shakespeare?"

The words were barely out of my mouth before I regretted them. I knew these girls wouldn't know about world-famous figures.

But then she said something that shocked me: "Are you mistaken? Since you're an artist, you

should emulate Leonardo da Vinci."

It seemed I'd met my match. A cold sweat broke out on my back. She continued, "How about

I give you a sunflower hairstyle?"

Hearing this, I gasped and blurted out, "You even know Van Gogh..."

She didn't say anything more and started cutting my hair. She cut off about

an inch of my original hair, then shaved the ends with a knife, applied some conditioner, and

tousled it with her hands . She said, "You artists shouldn't have your hair so sleek and stiff." I thought

a little more volume was better, so

I asked her, "Can I have your phone number?"

She looked at me and said, "Is that necessary?"

I felt my pride wounded and didn't speak to her again. I walked out of the hairdressing school. The

owner saw me to the door, and the chubby girl saw me outside, but Xiaoyu didn't even glance at me.

That night, I couldn't sleep. Xiaoyu's image kept appearing in my mind. I had never met such a proud and beautiful woman in my life

. I felt she would be perfect as my wife. Although she didn't have a job, she was working hard to

learn a skill; she could definitely support herself. Besides, I could support her too. I thought about going to see her several times, but

it felt too undignified. I wanted to get a haircut again, but I was afraid the girls would be suspicious. I'm a government

official can't be like those petty thugs who shamelessly chase girls. I believe in fate; if

we're meant to be, we'll meet again.

One day, my phone rang. It was a familiar and incredibly sweet contralto voice. I

quickly asked, "Who is this?"

The voice on the other end said, "Remember Xiaoyu?"

I couldn't believe my ears. I hurriedly asked, "Are you Xiaoyu from the beauty and hairdressing school?"

She said, "Yes."

I quickly said, "You haughty princess Xiaoyu, did you dial the wrong number?"

She said, "I want to study art with you."

I immediately became excited and said, "You're joking!"

She said, "It's not a joke, it's true. I'm planning to open a beauty and hairdressing school and I'm currently raising

funds . I want to use this opportunity to learn art; teaching beauty and hairdressing courses requires drawing skills.

" Now I believed her and hurriedly said, "Then come on over! I'd love to have you!" She then asked, "How much is the tuition

?" "Come on, come on," I blurted out. "It'll be free for you." She quickly replied, "You have to keep your word! I

'll

come tomorrow, no backing out!" The next day, she really did come. She pulled out the tuition fee as soon as she entered the house. I quickly said, "A gentleman's word is his bond

. I'm a man of my word, and besides, I don't need you." She thought for a moment and then

put the money away. She continued, "I don't have anything. What should I prepare?" I said, "You

don't need to prepare anything. I'll provide everything."

She quickly became very comfortable with me. She helped me tidy up the house, helped me take care of the children, and helped me dismantle...

She washed my bedding and brought me food every day. Her art skills were excellent; she said she had studied it before, and she quickly surpassed

all the other students. I asked her, puzzled, "Why don't you try to get into art school?"

She said, "I got in, but no one will support me, so I didn't enroll.

" I asked her, "Where are your parents?"

She told me, "My parents are divorced and have remarried. I live with my grandfather."

Hearing this, I felt a pang of sadness. I never imagined this beautiful and strong-willed young woman's life would be

so difficult.

My feelings for her gradually grew; I felt she could be a potential wife.

I couldn't

eat I also took her tutoring very seriously, and she improved very

quickly under my guidance. Because she was taller than most girls, I couldn't stand behind her and hug her. First, I couldn't

reach her, and second, she was older and particularly sensitive. I could only stand beside her to tutor her; I could only see her

breasts rising in her chest, but I couldn't peek. I couldn't see her belly button or buttocks anymore. Yet, I began to

scrutinize her sexiness, wondering if she could be my wife.

She hadn't come to class for several days. I felt anxious, as if I'd lost something, so I

called . She said she was renting a place, preparing to open a beauty and hairdressing school. She said it was very difficult to rent a place, and she'd been looking for

several days without success.

Suddenly, a bold plan formed in my mind. I told her, "Come to my place; I

have a really good idea."

She arrived immediately. I noticed she had lost some weight and looked much more haggard. I felt genuinely sorry for her

because there was no one in the city who could help her. From what I observed, she never associated with any men.

She stared at me with her beautiful eyes, and I told her my plan:

I've made some money running art classes over the years, and I originally planned to buy a house to run my own art classes back home, but

since it's convenient near

my workplace, I didn't. Now I want to buy a ground-floor apartment facing the street for you to use. If there's still money left after buying the apartment, I'll buy the beauty and hairdressing equipment, and

you can handle the student recruitment and teaching. We'll split the profits 50/50. I'll study your curriculum in my spare time, and I can also help

you with your teaching.

Her eyes suddenly lit up with excitement, and she grabbed my hand, asking, "Are you

serious ?" I said, "Yes, I am."

I felt that if I hugged her now, she wouldn't object, but I didn't want to. I

was determined completely win her over.

Soon after, we bought the apartment facing the street. We also bought some equipment, and I brought the art class students

over to help us clean the place, wipe the windows, and distribute flyers on the street. The beauty and hairdressing students started coming in

one from the countryside, from the city, and from other places.

Because when I was making the TV commercial, I brought all the art class students over to pretend they were beauty and hairdressing students

and listened to the lesson. I would draw on the blackboard while teaching according to the textbook she gave me. This commercial

caused a sensation as soon as it aired on TV, and students flocked to it. Xiaoyu and I arranged the courses very reasonably. Since my

art classes were held on Sundays, I arranged for the beauty and hairdressing school not to hold classes on Sundays, so I could

come and teach here more often.

I also taught the first class of the semester. I am, of course, a top student who graduated from a teachers' college, and my teaching

is also artistic, vivid and lively, often making the students burst into laughter, allowing them to learn through laughter.

In this way, word spread, and more and more students joined. Xiaoyu vacated her and her grandfather's house for out-of-town

students to stay in, with her grandfather managing it.

Many people thought Xiaoyu and I were a couple, but we had been so busy with business these days that we really

forgot everything. People at work also thought I was cultivating a romantic relationship, and I didn't have time to explain.

We were always busy inside

Until one evening, after the students had all left, Xiaoyu and I sat facing each other. Suddenly,

out of the blue said, "You're so talented! You're so bold! You haven't even studied beauty and hairdressing, yet you dare to give a lecture,

and you lecture so well! Your drawings are amazing too. Compared to others, I'm not bad, but compared to you, I'm ashamed of myself.

It seems I can't compare to you. These past few days, you've been busy with your job, teaching art, and this. You

must be very tired. Come on, let me give you a massage."

She stood behind me and started massaging my shoulders. I felt the time was right and grabbed her hand.

Suddenly, she hugged me from behind, pressed her body against my back, and kissed my hair. I quickly stood up

and hugged her tightly. She hurriedly said, "Quick, turn off the lights! This is the street!" I quickly turned off

all the lights in the room. The room was dark, but I knew what the woman in my arms looked like. Her beautiful image would appear in my mind the moment I

closed my eyes .

We embraced and went to the sofa, kissing and cuddling for a while. The feeling of this grown woman

was so different from that of a young girl; her body was tall and slender, her breasts

full firm, and her hips large. I reached inside her clothes to touch her breasts; because of

her height, her breasts were much larger than those of children.

I unbuttoned my own clothes, then hers, pulling off her bra, and pressed my chest against her

full breasts. Those large, full breasts were incomparable to those of a young girl; I felt like I was holding a

Western woman. I reached into her pants to touch her genitals; they were already wet. She whispered

, "You're my first man, do you believe it?" I said, "I don't believe it."

She asked again, "Do you really want me?"

I said yes, I've liked you for a long time."

She asked again, "Don't you regret it?"

I said, "I don't regret it. I will always love you, and I want you to be my wife."

She calmly replied, "If you like it, if you're willing, I'll give myself to you, but I can't be your

wife. When you're done playing around, go find other women, and I won't bother you anymore. I won't

go find ; you can go find other women and marry them."

I kissed her lips, touched her breasts and genitals, and said haltingly, "I don't want anyone else, I

only want you, really, I will love you forever, I will never abandon you, I've really set my sights on you.

" She said, "I'll give you my body now, there's nothing else to say." As she spoke, she took off her

clothes and lay down on the sofa. I quickly took off my clothes too and climbed on top of her.

Holding this full-figured young woman for the first time, my penis was already throbbing. She quickly spread

her legs, and I thrust into her from between her legs. She cried out, "Ah!" and tightly hugged my buttocks, saying

, "It hurts, don't move, wait until it doesn't hurt anymore."

I really felt like my penis had pierced a very thin piece of paper. I felt that her vagina was particularly

tight, gripping my penis tightly, making it impossible to move at all. It felt even tighter than Xiaoxue's. After a while,

she said, "You can move now." I started thrusting up and down, each thrust was difficult, and she seemed to be in pain,

as if she was doing it all to satisfy me.

But I'm experienced; I know women's orgasms come late, so I calmly and repeatedly thrust,

gradually increasing the speed. Finally, I heard her moan. I started thrusting harder, more wildly, and she tightly

gripped my buttocks, pulling me forcefully towards herself. I felt her body tremble, her breathing becoming rapid.

I gave her another round of thrusts, and her body began to arch upwards, writhing. Even though she didn't

cry out , I knew she had reached orgasm, and I ejaculated wildly. She held me tightly, not letting me off.

I know that young women's orgasms come slowly and last long, but luckily my penis wasn't soft yet, still inside her

. I used the remaining hardness to thrust a few more times, exciting her greatly. I felt myself becoming

very soft. She still held me tightly. She asked if I could do it one more time. I said I was very tired now;

normally I could.

She said: "Then give me your fingers." I offered her my fingers, and she

guided them into her vagina. I seemed to understand her meaning, and I began to thrust my fingers in and out of her vagina.

She kept directing me to make my fingers stand up and to speed up. My arm was already aching

, but I persevered until she arched her back several times, broke out in a sweat, and reached orgasm. Only then did she tell

me to stop.

She suddenly said, "Are you going to laugh at me? This is my first time having sex, and it felt so good. I felt like I

wanted more, especially because I love you, so I didn't let go. It really was my first

time , really. Go look at your own things in the bathroom and you'll see.

" I went to the bathroom, turned on the light, and was stunned. There were traces of blood on my penis and hands—that was

virginity blood. I pulled up my pants and rushed back to the sofa, pulling her into my arms. By then, she had already put her

clothes back on. She hugged me tightly.

We fell asleep on the sofa, embracing each other.

Before dawn, she got up. After tidying up the house, buying some breakfast, and even cooking some

millet porridge in the gas cylinder, we sat facing each other, eating with great relish.

Suddenly, I said, "Xiaoyu, marry me. I've thought this through carefully."

She shook her head and said, "No, I'm not good enough for you. If you need me, I'll agree, but

not during the day, it has to be at night. I'll have no regrets about making love with you, and even if I get pregnant and have a child, I'll

raise it myself and never involve you. You can go find your ideal partner."

I hugged her again, vowing to love her forever. I kissed her lips,

preventing her from speaking.

Our business was always doing well, and our relationship was always good. She was very hardworking, very sensible,

very gentle, and very filial. Every holiday, she would send my parents many gifts. Sometimes she

stayed at home, but most of the time she stayed with me at the shop. Our sex life was also very harmonious.

My parents approved of her and urged me to marry her. Xiaoyu never agreed to my request, which I

found strange. Finally, one autumn evening, when all the boarding students had gone home for the harvest and her grandfather had also

left , she led me to her house. She locked the door, turned off the lights, and took off

her clothes. Then she started undressing me, saying, "This is a back street, it's quiet here. Let's have a good time."

She seemed very proactive, rushing over and hugging me, touching my

penis against her vulva. Because she was tall, we were naked on the ground, embracing and kissing.

My penis quickly became hard. With just one leg, she inserted my penis into her vagina and then

tightened her vaginal muscles.

We started doing it face to face. I felt that this was my ideal wife. Her body was very delicate,

very soft, and very smooth. Women of this height usually have rough skin, rarely delicate

. She rubbed her breasts against my chest, her lower abdomen rubbing against mine. I

squatted down, then thrust upwards, plunging my penis deep into her. My hands

caressed her back.

Her back was smooth, her waist supple, her buttocks prominent, firm, strong, and

elastic —they felt wonderful. I had her lie face down on the edge of the bed, and I entered her from behind

. When her buttocks pressed against my lower abdomen, it felt incredibly good.

After a while, she had me lie on the bed, straddled me, and

thrust her vagina. Her body was amazing; she moved up and down on me. I suddenly realized

how pleasurable it was for a woman to be fucked from below. After a while, I heard her breathing heavily. I suddenly

sat up and pulled her into my arms.

Her buttocks were sitting on my penis, and she was bouncing up and down in my arms. My penis

thrust into her belly again and again, making her uterus roll back and forth. She felt a little pain, but

to satisfy me, she endured it. Her breasts bounced up and down against my chest, rubbing against my breasts,

which felt very good.

Our lips were tightly pressed together, and I convulsed, my whole body went numb, and I felt myself ejaculating.

I held her tightly to keep her from moving, because a woman's body is best still during ejaculation, so I can

ejaculate to my heart's content.

I ejaculated for quite a while before letting her off my lap. She sat silently to the side for a long time

without saying a word. I quickly asked her, "What's wrong? What are you thinking about?" She suddenly said, "Do you want to see my

body ?"

I then remembered that we had been living together for almost a year. We had always done it in the dark, and I had never

seen her body before. I hurriedly said, "Yes, yes, I want to see.

" She suddenly turned on the light and said, "Then look!" The sudden flash of the light blinded me,

and when my eyes adjusted to the bright environment, she was already standing naked in front of me. When my eyes fell on her

body, I was stunned and shouted, "Ah, vitiligo!" Her whole body was covered in vitiligo,

patches white, and it was about to spread to her neck and hands. I stared blankly at her mottled body, not knowing

what to do.

She cried, tears streaming down her face, saying, "I really don't want to hide it from you, but I also love you very much. I want to

make love to , and I want to give you a son. If you couldn't see my body, you would always think I was a beautiful woman.

When you see me, you would stop all your desires, but I am already satisfied. I will always cherish the memories of

making love .

Maybe I will never have any other men in the future. But I already have a seed in my belly that makes me happy and

proud. I will not have an abortion; I will give birth to him/her, and I will raise him/her. I don't care

what say; I will live on strongly.

Don't worry, I won't make you bear any responsibility. I believe the child in my belly will be very beautiful. I

also know that vitiligo is not hereditary. Whether the child looks like me or like you, he/she will be very beautiful and outstanding.

If you want to get rid of me, I will leave your school tomorrow. If you don't want to get rid of me, I will continue to run the school with you

. You don't need to worry about the child." I know I'm not good enough for you, and I won't interfere in your marriage.

I don't care who you marry; I know you can't have me…

She started crying again, heartbroken. "I know my life is hard. My parents divorced when I was young, and I have

a skin disease … I know I won't find a good man. Maybe when I come to terms with it, I'll marry an old man,

no matter how poor or ugly he is, as long as he can accept my child…"

My mind was a jumbled mess, I couldn't make sense of it all. Her beautiful eyes were still fixed on me,

filled with longing and pleading. I knew in my heart that if I truly agreed to her request, she would support

me for life, serve me, and be incredibly tender and submissive to me.

But her vitiligo had already spread to her neck and would soon reach her face; her beautiful, star-like appearance

would soon disappear…

My thoughts were in turmoil; I hesitated…

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