【serenade】

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"Oh...

oh..." "Oh...ah..."

An "oh" here, an "oh" there...

If these sounds were recorded and made into a record, listening to them in my spare time, I believe they wouldn't be

much inferior to Strauss's "Blue Danube"!

"Jay...Jay!" My aunt cried out like a half-dead person calling for a loved one.

A moment later, I felt as if I had been suddenly pushed off a cliff, my whole body trembling, my

limbs limp, and my penis naturally throbbing, a stream of hot semen shooting out, hitting the very core of her

flower.

At the same time, my aunt also ejaculated, and her limbs went limp even weaker.

My first time having intercourse with Gu Hong in the morning, though brief, brought a kind of "stolen" pleasure.

This public performance not only brought lasting enjoyment but also a

sense of "majestic" nobility.

However, what follows requires the support of Huan Xin and perseverance.

Killing three birds with one stone is no easy feat, let alone achieving four victories in a few hours. Therefore, I

must give it my all, and to ensure victory in every battle, I cannot afford the slightest slackening.

At this moment, I remained lazily nestled on my aunt's soft breasts, unwilling to get up.

I know: the beginning of love is as sweet as sugar; but the end of love is more like aged honey, delicious when eaten but

with an endless aftertaste.

I love this lingering aftertaste, and at the same time, I can use it to absorb some yin essence to compensate for

the loss just now, and also to replenish my energy, so that I can

feel more at ease when I engage in a "relay battle" with my mother and Gu Hong later.

"Jie... my Jie... how great and sacred you are!"

My aunt kept praising me, her whole body like a sponge, completely paralyzed

beneath , trembling slightly like a minor earthquake, giving me a dizzying pleasure.

She breathed slowly, and as her breath fell on my face, I smelled a warm, musky scent—a scent that

was incredibly alluring to the opposite sex.

My aunt's smooth, warm body remained beneath me, and my gradually softening penis

lingered within her wet, glistening vulva.

Meanwhile, Gu Hong and her mother, standing nearby, were becoming increasingly aroused.

According to custom, it was now Gu Hong's turn to "fight" with her mother, so Gu Hong stood calmly and composedly

to the side, patiently waiting.

Her mother's bare, white buttocks faced me; that maddening part of her body, like a misty

mountain, was both alluring and indistinct, incredibly tempting.

So, my penis, still lingering inside my aunt's vagina, was

like . Although my aunt tightly embraced my waist, waiting for it to harden again so she could relieve herself,

it was a promise I had made beforehand. A gentleman keeps his word; how could I break my promise to my waiting aunt?

When my penis hardened again, I forcefully broke free from this greedy man's clinging and propped myself up, turning

to my aunt.

Although my aunt was a servant, her skin was as smooth and white as her aunt and nephew's. Especially

her pair of round, pointed breasts, which were large and firm. Even compared to Jane Austen in Hollywood,

they were no more impressive.

As soon as I touched those plump breasts, she rolled over, lying flat on her back,

her legs spread apart, revealing the most crucial point.

She was truly a woman with a unique charm, and her beauty was far inferior to Gu Hong's. However, she possessed

a different kind of healthy beauty typical of Western women—rounded and firm, radiating a fiery allure.

Her smooth, slightly creamy-colored body, fleshy and plump thighs, and beneath the slightly protruding mound of flesh, a small,

tight vulva.

Limited by my experience at the time, I couldn't identify the type of her vulva. I only sensed that it

concealed a different kind of alluring and ingenious beauty.

Her slender waist, smooth abdomen, and full, pointed breasts were both unique and provocative.

Just as I was becoming thirsty and eager to leap upon her, she suddenly rolled over, causing me to miss

. It seemed she had a peculiar fetish, perhaps a sexual technique she had invented herself. She didn't let men easily

obtain her, deliberately employing a "playing hard to get" technique, constantly igniting your burning desire before gracefully

falling into your arms.

At this point, although she was already aroused, she wanted to first flaunt her desire, perhaps

a kind of sexual perversion. I couldn't guess her mood at the time, only that she didn't like straightforward

sex; perhaps she preferred a rougher approach, which I might call "rape."

So, she feigned intimacy, squeezing her legs together and struggling, while I relentlessly

attacked her.

Finally, I grabbed her legs, forcefully pulling her body closer, straddling her

with my right leg, pinning her heel down, and then, freeing my hands, pounced on her.

After a frantic struggle, she gradually lost her strength, her body limp and exhausted,

her breathing becoming labored.

Her body, conquered and pinned beneath me, had completely lost the power to resist and

finally surrendered unconditionally.

"You bastard... I... surrender... hee hee..."

"Alright..." I was also panting, "Then everything is up to me!"

After saying that, I used my already rock-hard penis to rub and tease

around .

She laughed at my teasing, a charming, seductive laugh that made her tender flesh tremble. Her slender

hands grasped my penis, but instead of immediately leading it into the bridal chamber, she held it in her hands and stroked it up and down

.

How could I bear this, my God!

This constant stroking aroused me to the point of burning with desire, and I wanted

to bite her lovely, large breasts.

Desperate, I had a sudden inspiration, and an idea came to me: why not tease her with my fingers

too ?

So, I slightly lifted myself up and grabbed her wet, glistening vulva,

kneading and squeezing it thoroughly. Then I inserted two fingers, pinching her pearly clitoris and playing with it

with all .

Instantly, she trembled and cried out, her breasts and lower abdomen thrusting upwards as if possessed

. Her two round, smooth thighs also trembled restlessly.

"Oh! Oh...you little devil...ah..." she screamed incessantly.

I completely ignored her cries, letting her scream as she pleased. After all,

the old man was deaf and blind, and the nearest neighbor's house was at least two miles away.

This time, I finally gained the upper hand, leaving my two aunts, who were lying nearby watching, dumbfounded

.

"Ah! Ah...you're killing me!"

Scream all you want, I'm determined to keep squeezing you until you're dead.

A moment later, I felt her clitoris swell, like a hard sponge, hot, slippery, and

throbbing. This constant digging and kneading actually made this little slut feel good. My hands felt

increasingly wet, like they were in a washbasin.

Then, a rapid series of digs followed, until every inch of her body trembled wildly before

I stopped.

She clung weakly to my neck, and soon our four hot lips were pressed together.

But even then, my hands never left her opening and closing vulva, my two fingers still pinching and

playing with her clitoris.

Actually, I myself was already itching with desire. If it weren't for creating the climax of sex,

I probably would have already done it with her, and maybe even given up and stopped fighting altogether.

At this moment, she stopped stroking my large penis and instead pulled it forcefully towards her vulva.

Simultaneously , her own hot, burning body automatically moved towards me.

The moment my glans touched her warm, moist labia, the base of my penis

trembled . Then, with practiced ease, it thrust forward, and with a soft "

whoosh," my entire penis was fully inside.

"Ah! My God!" she suddenly cried out, her face instantly turning pale, her breasts heaving, her abdomen

contracting, and she immediately fainted.

This symptom is medically termed "exhaustion," often occurring in people who have overindulged in sexual activity or have not had sexual

intercourse for a long time. Currently, this young woman's fainting spell falls into the latter category.

Of course, she hadn't had sex with a man for a long time, and in this environment, after

prolonged repression, exhaustion was to be expected.

Although my skills in sex are rudimentary, the knowledge

I've gained from books is enough to handle it with ease.

I first held back, then held her tightly in my arms, continuing to thrust very gently and slowly

.

Soon, as if waking from a dream, my aunt slowly opened her eyes, then burst into tears of joy.

She sobbed softly, her eyes brimming with tears, while naturally swaying her plump hips,

coordinating with my penis in the most sacred battle of sex.

"Ah…that was close…" she said thankfully, "Just now…I almost went to the underworld…ouch…"

"Don't be afraid!" I comforted her, "I'll save you in time!"

Hearing my words, she seemed to have drunk too much wine, so alluring and affectionate, her watery

eyes staring directly at me.

In my aunt's warm little room, time seemed to fly by unnoticed, and we both felt a

naked, retro, and unrestrained pleasure. In this noisy and crowded society, human life is as fleeting as

a flower . While alive, we should try to relax and seek joy, for every bit of happiness brings more enjoyment.

I've always wondered: why do some people keep such a tense expression every day, striving so hard to make a living? Why not also

pursue a joyful life? How wonderful it would be to relax our anxious hearts and tense muscles, allowing our souls

to return to a state of carefree ease, to lay down some of the burdens of reality and rediscover the simple joys of human nature

!

This is a perfect example right now!

Hidden in this mysterious place, completely isolated from the hustle and bustle of the outside world, three women and one man, all

naked and , their hearts pounding and their breaths shallow, yet this rare exchange of spirit and flesh—this is

the true face of life.

The little fairies, all joyful and carefree, their eyes darting around, are enjoying

the most sacred and noble pleasures of life.

At this moment, I was completely naked, pressed tightly together with the two of us, each using every

trick in the book to give the other the pleasure they craved. We also derived priceless joy from each other.

No other sounds could be heard, only the beautiful "plop, sizzle" of our bodies.

She would sometimes sway her slender waist gently, sometimes shake her plump buttocks wildly. The two men watching from the side

stared at the core of our soul-to-soul connection, their lustful expressions as if they wanted to embed their eyes into our flesh

.

The young woman was also a beautiful and alluring woman. Once she embraced my

broad , strong shoulders, she immediately wouldn't let go. Her two round, white, tender arms clung to me like two snakes, and her two thick, smooth

legs similarly hooked tightly around my waist. And, panting, her two hot, thick lips kept

nibbling at my neck and shoulders, like a ravenous wolf.

After a series of bites and a frenzied trembling, she suddenly fell silent.

A glistening sheen of sweat glistened on her cheeks and forehead, and a blush gradually spread from her ears to her temples, as if her face had been

instantly smeared with rouge.

At the same moment that blush appeared, I felt a warm, moist flow, like

a .

Suddenly, my body temperature soared. A strange electric current, like thousands of invisible

maggots, swiftly crawled along every vein, instantly coursing through my entire body.

Finally, a subconscious, natural writhing motion caused the most precious fluid within the human body

to gush forth uncontrollably.

One drop, two drops, three drops… like a machine gun, each drop accurately hitting her sensitive flower core.

“Ah… dearest… beloved… ah… how wonderful!”

“Of course it’s wonderful… my darling…”

Like a guide conquering the last peak of the Alps, so joyful and

satisfied , so relaxed and comfortable.

Having unloaded the burden and completed the task, she stretched out her limbs and rested lazily and peacefully.

The storm had finally passed, and the pear blossom, washed clean, rose gently and delicately, tending to the

remaining traces of the ravages.

The young woman, blushing, dressed casually and contentedly, her eyes brimming with tears, smiling wistfully,

and panting as she looked at me and then at her two masters, as if thanking us.

Before it was Gu Hong's turn, she had already filled the coffee table with champagne again,

the coffee steaming hot, and the wine glasses were filled with wine, ready for me to enjoy.

She was a clever and sensible girl; her intentions were so good. She had prepared the food

not out of habit, but entirely out of kindness. She wasn't selfish; before making love to me, she

wanted me to eat something, so that my exhausted energy could recover for the next round.

Just observing her character and upbringing from this alone is enough to prove that education is still

one of the most important conditions for life!

So, Auntie and everyone else temporarily wore long veils, although

underneath were still completely naked. But at least eating was a sacred thing, and sacred things should not be desecrated

.

With just one act of intercourse, Auntie achieved supreme satisfaction.

At this moment, she was as lively as a bird released from its cage, hopping and skipping, humming

snippets of popular English songs, serving us in and out, completely forgetting about the blind old man

upstairs .

I knew the young aunt was still staring at me lustfully; after a brief rest, her ambition had returned, and

I didn't have the superhuman strength to accept her challenge again. Considering my battle with Gu Hong, would I still have

the energy to deal with her?

So, I promised her I wouldn't leave that night, that after eating and making love with Gu Hong, I would get a

good night's sleep to be refreshed for a night of continuous battles with them.

They didn't object at all; on the contrary, they treated me even more warmly.

At this point, because of our physical and emotional contact, we had gone from strangers to acquaintances, even becoming

like relatives. They ate and chatted, occasionally playfully shoving and teasing each other, affectionately

calling each other "sister" and "brother," as warm and friendly as a family.

With so many people and so many mouths to feed, and through their gradual mingling and familiarity, the food and drink on the table were quickly

devoured. Then, the kind-hearted Gu Hong set up another table for Little Aunt. Meanwhile, the playful aunt

secretly went upstairs and brought back some of her father's health-preserving wine and a tonic called "Fanba Gen."

This Fanba Gen is the root of a plant that grows on the snow-capped mountains of Tibet and

is said to be extremely beneficial to the kidneys. It is said that the still-mysterious Yeti, besides eating animal meat, mainly

survives on this.

Many mountaineers risk their lives climbing the highest peaks in search of this miraculous tonic, and every year countless

people perish in those high-altitude valleys in their search.

＊＊＊

The health-preserving wine and scallion root that my aunt brought were all enjoyed to

our hearts' content. In less than fifteen minutes, they were all gone. Before long, everyone was radiant and feeling blissfully light

.

I, in particular, experienced a sharp physiological change. Perhaps due to the delicious taste and

overindulgence the greens, I suddenly felt a powerful, restless urge throughout my body. My heart felt like it was

being burned by an uncontrollable, nameless fire, and every vein and muscle swelled up, becoming unusually dry and hot.

At the same time, my previously limp penis, which had been hanging quietly between my legs, suddenly swelled and hardened

. A subtle sensation also arose around the glans—an unusually intense

itching that constantly spurred my will to attack.

The remarkable effects of this drug immediately filled me with suspicion. I secretly

wondered the elderly man upstairs, who was well past seventy, who took these two supplements daily, experienced

similar physiological reactions, and how he managed his private life.

While I pondered this, Gu Hong, sitting beside me, grew increasingly uneasy.

First, she put down her wine glass, slipped her hand under my clothes, and began to knead my hard

penis , while simultaneously using her other hand to explore her own genitals.

Then I saw my mother and aunt, bound by our "agreement" and unable to find

suitable substitutes, both lying on the side of the bed, desperately digging and suppressing their vulvas with their hands.

A series of "sizzling" sounds emanated from beneath their vulvas, instantly filling the entire room with this

exquisite music.

"Ai ai... yo yo..." my aunt moaned.

"Ah..." my mother also moaned incessantly.

A moment later, Gu Hong began to tremble violently.

Then, she suddenly leaped towards me, and I seized the opportunity to pick her up, flipping her over so we

both tumbled onto the bed.

I then held her tightly in my arms and began to gently caress her full buttocks and slender

waist …

Finally, I ran my hand down her smooth thighs to her delicate area, teasing her exquisite

vulva with the slightest touch. She opened her legs wide without any restraint, allowing me to pinch

her clitoris, which was moistened and tender with her own fluids.

Finally, after a while of my caresses, a trickle of slippery fluid flowed from her warm vulva.

Come. At this moment, she could no longer resist coming to me; her desire had already

surged . I knelt between her legs, half-lying

down, burying my face in that mysterious place, gently sucking the fragrant liquid with my mouth, while simultaneously licking her increasingly swollen clitoris with my tongue.

This licking and sucking aroused her wildness.

She became passionate and excited, and in an instant, she hugged me tightly, her mouth pecking at my neck

and , while her lower abdomen repeatedly thrust upwards to find my penis.

I never imagined that the drug would have such an indescribable effect on her body.

At this moment, she was no longer her usual self, but transformed into a wildfire burning in the autumn mountains, wildly and wantonly.

Because her vulva was forced to produce excessive moisture by the drug, and her labia were wide open , my hard, thick penis slipped into her flesh

as easily as an eel burrowing into a hole . 　　The moment our bodies joined, our body temperatures immediately rose. Our intertwined bodies trembled incessantly, radiating intense heat, feeling as if we were embracing a blazing fire . 　　A moment later, she began an unprecedentedly frenzied writhing and swaying, repeatedly raising herself high before suddenly plunging down. This was followed by a rapid, torrential swaying, as if deliberately trying to break my precious member . 　　Strangely enough, while this drug ignited a man's desire and secretly increased his stamina and duration , it had the opposite effect on the woman. For women, it does more harm than good . The advantage is that it easily brings them continuous pleasure; however, conversely, it can cause them to ejaculate quickly and repeatedly, to the point of near collapse . 　　This result was later proven when I had sex with my aunt and mother again. 　　My intercourse with Gu Hong lasted only about twenty minutes, and my subsequent intercourse took up about fifty minutes. During this hour-long period, I maintained a high level of pleasure and never softened or ejaculated again. However, each of the three of them ejaculated at least four times, and each time they were exhausted. 　　Because I was afraid of harming their health, or to avoid any unthinkable mistakes, I had to suppress my lust, put up a "no-battle" sign, and say goodbye to them so that they could rest and prepare for the next battle. 　　　　　＊＊＊　　As the saying goes, "No coincidence is too good to be true." 　　I had barely stepped inside my house, less than the time it takes to smoke a cigarette, when I received a call from Chizuru, whom I had almost forgotten . 　　She explained that the reason she hadn't had a chance to call me was because her husband had returned from Southeast Asia, and she repeatedly apologized to me. However, what made her even more apologetic was that her husband was taking her to Tokyo in the next day or two, meaning she wouldn't be able to meet me again for a short while. 　　Finally, to compensate me for this, she came up with a compromise: she would cover all my expenses for the trip to Japan and invite me to go with them to Tokyo for a few days. Her husband needed to conduct business in Japan, so I could take the opportunity to spend some time with her. 　　Indeed, it was a brilliant plan; I couldn't help but agree with her idea, and I couldn't help but admire her thoughtful and meticulous planning. 　　Therefore, I accepted her invitation and asked for a two-week leave from school. 　　The next morning, while I was still sound asleep, a middle-aged woman dressed as a maid delivered her note and a plane ticket to Tokyo, along with a check for 1,500 dollars from a Royal Bank. 　　In a rush, I packed my things and took a taxi to Kai Tak Airport before 10:40 AM. Two hours later, I was strolling leisurely through the bustling streets of Tokyo. 　　I had never been to Tokyo before; my impressions were only vague, gleaned . In reality, Tokyo had been steadily rising since the war, becoming a world-class metropolis—a paradise and a hell! 　　First, I was greeted by the renowned Ginza and Asakusa districts, filled with bars, dance halls, and cinemas , and everywhere I looked, large advertisements featuring large, unsettling nude women. Cars and trams of all kinds shuttled back and forth, crowds thronged, and the high-speed rail and subway trains rumbled incessantly day and night. 　　At night, the atmosphere becomes a hundred times more lively. Neon lights shimmer like colorful clouds in the air, and the sounds of singing, the smell of alcohol, and the fragrance of various cosmetics evoke a sense of genuine . Although Hong Kong is also among the world's most advanced cities, it is distinctly different 　　from Tokyo, which currently has a population of ten million . 　　That night, I was completely captivated by the bustling scene of Tokyo and lingered until nearly dawn before being led to a small tourist hotel by a Mr. Kimura. 　　The next day, just as I was stretching in bed and preparing to get ready, my servant brought me a business card from Mr. Wan Peng, who was from the "Tokyo Missing Persons Investigation Bureau." 　　He had been commissioned by Hong Kong to investigate my whereabouts and had also delivered a telegram signed by the pseudonym Zhang Liangren . Upon opening the telegram, I learned that Chie had delayed her trip by another day; she was originally scheduled to arrive at Haneda Airport 　　at 5 PM that afternoon . And so, I'll have to endure another day of hardship, and another day of absurdity. 　　Time flies by unexpectedly quickly when you're happy, except when waiting for something to happen or for someone to appear. 　　If I'd known she was going to postpone her arrival, I could have changed my flight and gone to Gu Hong's house for another day of pleasure. 　　That day, Mr. Kimura again served as my volunteer guide, leading me on a tour of famous historical sites near Tokyo for eighteen US dollars. 　　It was cherry blossom season, and Tokyo and its suburbs were ablaze with fiery red. The magnificent yet short-lived national flower of Japan had a wild, provocative quality, especially with those graceful Japanese girls dressed more delicate than paper.

Her thin, transparent clothes, revealing her voluptuous and beautiful body, were even more

alluring .

Kimura, sensing my thoughts, half-jokingly said to me in broken Cantonese, "You want to find a pretty

girl to have some fun, huh? Hehe..."

"Really?" I replied stiffly.

"Come on! I'll take you to find one."

Without asking for my further consent, he hailed a taxi, spoke to the man with the small mustache

for a while, and then dragged me into the car.

Although Tokyo's traffic and pedestrians were as numerous as a river of locusts, it flowed very smoothly. In no time, we

arrived at a street near the former Imperial Palace and stopped in front of two vermilion gates near the riverbank.

After getting out of the car, Kimura paid the ten yen fare and went to press the doorbell. A

slender, ballerina-like girl answered the door. They talked for a while, and then the girl led us inside.

A spacious Western-style hall, furnished like a traditional scholar's residence in northern China, was filled with

girls dressed in kimonos and sporting the latest Parisian fashions—a truly incongruous and laughable sight.

Japanese women are world-renowned for their attentiveness and submissiveness in serving men; they surrounded me, each

bowing deeply at a ninety-degree angle. As they bowed, a delicate fragrance, mingled with the scent of high-end cosmetics,

wafted from their open necklines, making me feel as if I were immersed in a perfume jar, instantly

stirring a wild, untamed desire within me.

Like a country bumpkin entering a grand garden, I soon felt overwhelmed and confused.

Fortunately, a translator was nearby; seeing me momentarily bewildered and unable to decide, he stepped

in to rescue me.

He found me a girl named Jiezi who had lived in mainland China with her parents for several years during the war.

She was generous and kind, with a quiet, chrysanthemum-like personality that instantly evoked a sense of tenderness.

Jiezi spoke fluent Mandarin, and her small room was filled with antique Chinese decorations. The walls

were covered with Chinese landscape paintings, and a burner of sandalwood incense burned beside the table, its smoke creating a

mystical, almost otherworldly atmosphere.

She respectfully asked me many questions in Mandarin, while taking out a bottle of strong liquor and some sweets

and fruits .

She knew a lot, including that Chinese people loved strong liquor, yet she herself never

touched a drop .

While I drank, she smiled and kept me company, occasionally feeding me grapes or something similar

.

After a few drinks, needless to say, food and sex are inseparable, and naturally, the next step was

the proper courtesy.

Jiezi first helped me undress, and then she slowly undressed herself.

After we were "disarmed," we lay down together. She stared dreamily at the tent ceiling and poured out

her heart to me with great tenderness.

She said with a touch of sadness, "In those war-torn years, my father died in China..." She sighed softly,

and then continued, "At that time, only my mother and I were left. Life

was difficult but my mother refused all the preferential treatment from the bereaved families, and even refused the summons for them to return home." She was only twelve years old at the time, studying in the girls' primary school, and naturally did not know the joys and sorrows

of the adults . 　　One day, she came home from school and happened to see her mother embracing a tall Chinese man. This made her suddenly realize the secret of why her mother did not want to return home. 　　When she pulled open the tent flap and peeked inside, she saw the tall Chinese man suddenly startled and try to run away . However, due to his mother's persistent entreaties, he rolled over, and at that moment, she was greatly surprised . 　　She said: what surprised her at that time was not her mother's clenched teeth face, but that Chinese man's penis, which was more than a foot long! 　　From then on, as she grew older and her physiology gradually changed, she thought about . 　　Over time, a sense of admiration for the Chinese grew stronger and stronger. Until today, this longing of nearly ten years has finally been fulfilled. 　　For this simple reason, she completely Sinicized her environment. And her madam may have the same secret, as can be seen from the furnishings in the living room. 　　Jiezi swallowed the words she hadn't finished saying, and then pulled my hand to her throbbing vulva, asking me to stimulate it first. 　　Having just tasted the pleasures of a Japanese woman, how could I easily let the opportunity pass without exploring her entire body? So, I used both hands to caress her smooth, almost marble-like body in a rather "sexy" manner. Finally, she pulled my hesitant hand to her bouncy, slippery vulva, and I stopped . 　　I once again probed my fingers into that tender, plump little crevice, kneading the elastic clitoris until and aimed it at her narrow but oily little crevice. 　　What a coincidence! As soon as my penis reached the entrance, it met her wide-open vulva. So, without any effort, with a "whoosh ," the two fleshy parts became intimate friends. 　　We took turns thrusting, and I felt that her vulva was small and lovely, as if it had been born to match my penis, with just the right depth and size. So, every thrust was full of feeling. 　　In an instant, she transformed into the shape of a snowman under the sun, as if all her bones had vanished, leaving only a lump of warm, smooth, and tender white flesh. 　　At this point, I couldn't help but feel regret, blaming myself for my rashness in leaving—why had I forgotten to ask Gu Hong for some frankincense to take with me? 　　Jie Zi was as docile and compliant as a little lamb, rolling me up and down. About half an hour later, we had completed our "mission." 　　Before climaxing, she trembled and then cried out in a bittersweet ecstasy. Once　　her limbs were outstretched, I thrust my legs forward, and a stream of hot semen rushed towards her clitoris.

After finishing my business, Kimura was still waiting for me, so we started exploring the city. Finally, as dusk settled,

we hurried back to our small hotel.

***

I went to bed early last night and got up early this morning.

Since Chie wouldn't arrive for a while, and she couldn't call me immediately after landing, I had to spend this precious time wandering around

aimlessly Or, even worse, I could stay in the hotel watching boring TV programs.

Japan is a country adept at imitating others. Whatever another country invents,

they immediately follow suit, no matter how difficult it is, to create something similar. As a result, their

national standard of living has been subtly elevated.

In advanced Western countries, clubs of all kinds abound, such as "henpecked husband clubs,"

"old maid clubs," and "suicide clubs." Japan has everything that other countries have, but what Japan has

created , Western countries may not necessarily follow.

For example, the "Saichunkai" (spring parties) popular in tourist metropolises like Tokyo, Yokohama, and Osaka are

unique secret clubs, unmatched by Westerners.

After lunch, Kimura invited me to visit a Saichunkai.

This Saichunkai is the most distinctive in Tokyo, frequently attracting many foreign tourists and

earning tens of millions of foreign exchange for the country annually. For this reason, it naturally receives special "protection," and although it's an illegal organization, it

's not subject to "banning."

Its headquarters are located in the famous Asakusa Ward, disguised as the "Tamahime Girls' Dance School."

Membership requirements are extremely strict, requiring members to be between fifteen and eighteen years old. Before joining, one must swear an oath,

and of course , the first requirement is a "fit" physique, elegant appearance, and a beautiful and dignified face.

Visitors are introduced by a tour guide and must purchase a special mask upon entry

to conceal their faces and avoid revealing their identities and embarrassing themselves in public.

Of course, this was meticulously designed for the convenience of tourists. Wearing this mask not only completely alters your

facial features, but also changes your tone of voice as your voice is transmitted through a microphone.

According to Kimura, "The tourists who come here are not only from abroad, but

also high-ranking officials from their own countries, which is undoubtedly thanks to their specially made masks."

After we finished our makeup, Kimura led me through a long, winding corridor to the door of the "

secret room ." Kimura then pressed a secret button, and a huge central hall opened with a creak.

We then ascended to this underground paradise as if descending into hell.

We arrived at the perfect time, just in time for the first performance.

We sat around a rotating table, and as soon as we sat down, music began to play. Then,

a circular disc descended from the air, and around it stood eight exquisitely beautiful and serene naked

Eves. As soon as they landed in their positions, suddenly, all the lights in the room changed.

The lighting shifted to a strong peach-pink hue, and then the see-through lenses on the masks seemed to undergo an optical

effect, instantly making vision a hundred times brighter. Not only did the colors of objects change, but they were also magnified

several times over.

As the music slowed from allegro to adagio, the round table began to rotate slowly.

Each naked woman appeared before you an average of thirty times with the rotating rhythm, each marked

with a number at her feet, allowing you to choose your favorite.

We sat at the same level as their genitals, so if you wanted to see their breasts and faces,

you had to tilt your head back. Thus, each tourist's head would sometimes tilt up and sometimes down, as if agreeing to lend money

, the nodding gestures forced and laborious.

Numbers one through eight appeared in a loop before me, and looking through the mirror, their peculiar

vulvas seemed as close as if they were glued to the lenses of my glasses. And those magnified vulvas were all restlessly pulsating

, busily opening and closing, each time they closed, a

glistening . And when the labia parted,

the clitoris, like a purple grape, and the moist little opening below it, were clearly visible.

It was truly amazing; I was mesmerized by those small, alluring openings.

Kimura subtly gestured to me, indicating that number four was the most outstanding at this table, while I subconsciously

felt that number six was more standard.

Of course, everyone's aesthetic standards are different. So, I secretly remembered number six, to

decide later when the party ended.

After the final lap, the music suddenly stopped, and the lights in the room instantly illuminated the room.

At this moment, the dish of delectable beauty slowly rose, and when the music started a second time, another dish of exquisite objects

quietly descended with the changing lights.

I found this disc's beauties rather ordinary, far less stunning than number six in the first disc.

Then came the third, the fourth, and so on, eight discs in total, with beauties descending in turn, the lights flickering, the music changing from slow to

fast. Sixty-four hot, fleshy bodies swirled around, sixty-four gleaming genitals opening and closing before my eyes

, then the lights returned to their original bright hues.

Strauss's slow waltz began, and every visitor seemed exhausted, as if they'd just completed a long journey

, slumping and sprawling on the large sofas around them. I, too, felt as if I were drunk, my body limp, itchy, and

utterly powerless.

Kimura gave me time to negotiate with number six, so I sat down alone, removed my mask, and

took out a cigarette.

This kind of disguised prostitution was truly unique and novel; such things were commonplace in Tokyo and around

the world . In this vast world, people toil day and night for a living. But

then again, thinking about this wonderful side, life is ultimately a very interesting and worthwhile thing!

Kimura returned; he had successfully negotiated and told me to go immediately.

A moment later, a group of young girls, each holding a number tag, came fluttering in like butterflies. I followed the matchmaker,

number six to a deeper, more secret room.

It was a purely Westernized room, with an apple-colored chandelier at the entrance, under which hung a brass plaque with the word "Miyako"

written in both Chinese and English.

Upon entering the room, a strong scent of violets filled the air.

Miss Miyako lay naked on a satin bed with a movable frame, her arms propped up behind her hair, giving me

a welcoming smile. Her lower body was concealed beneath a semi-transparent floral sheet, her two full thighs

clearly visible, and even her slightly protruding labia were faintly visible.

Her breasts were the high-perched type, of the North American type, with a well-proportioned and distinct outline, and the two prominent

nipples were surrounded by alluring rose-colored halos. Her large eyes, long eyelashes, and slightly upturned upper lip added to her captivating charm

.

At that moment, I plopped down on the edge of the bed, completely captivated by her alluring

posture, and without a trace of shame, I casually began to fondle her hairy armpits.

This amused her, and she giggled incessantly. Then, she abruptly threw off the sheet covering her lower body,

leaped up, and embraced me tightly, kissing me passionately.

As I kissed her, I grasped her large, round breasts and kneaded them. Her eyes closed slightly as I

fondled them , and her small, delicate nipples swelled.

Unfortunately, due to the language barrier, we couldn't express our feelings to each other. Time

was was lost. There was no other way but to save time and quickly undress and get into bed for our lovemaking.

Just as I undressed and climbed into bed, she rolled over and pinned me beneath her. Then,

my lips were covered by her hot, warm lips.

Miyako's kissing technique is something I will never forget; she truly deserves her excellent "training." Her

tongue was so lively and adept, darting and teasing my mouth, making it tingle and itch, especially

the base of my tongue, which felt burning and dry.

At that moment, an indescribable desire ignited within me,

spreading from the depths of my heart along my veins, burning throughout my entire body.

So, I tried to move my lower body, guiding my erect penis to its source of pleasure. But she

deliberately twisted her hips, trying to avoid my penis, as if she wanted to follow the proper procedure for this transaction,

not letting me reach the climax until the kissing, caressing, and probing were over.

While my sexual experience is limited, making it difficult to use this method skillfully, I am

adaptable and can employ further techniques to create an orgasm. I tried a prelude of sexual art, starting with a

thorough, unrestrained caressing, followed by a series of kneading and probing.

She lay on top of me, her tightly closed, hot vulva pressing my penis down against

her calves, creating an awkward, unattainable situation.

Although my penis was repeatedly frustrated and trying to get back at her vulva,

it was powerless against her domineering position.

So, I moved my hands

from her slender waist down to her smooth, plump buttocks, beginning a series of caresses. I slipped my hands between her arms, over her buttocks, and soon found that delicate

little slit. Then, with one hand, I parted her slightly warm labia, while the other hand

continuously pinched that soft clitoris.

In no time, the clitoris swelled up, and at the same time,

a . So I changed course again, abandoning the swollen and hardened clitoris,

and instead moved my fingers down the clitoris, deep into the wet and slippery little hole.

In an instant, this narrow hole, barely big enough for a finger to insert, gradually opened and relaxed, releasing a large amount

of sticky vaginal fluid. The labia minora, stimulated, opened and closed repeatedly, and the labia majora also

made the same movements.

So I inserted my fingers even deeper, moving them in and out in a rhythmic, rapid motion,

occasionally teasing the hot and wet walls of her vulva, which were as sticky as a fried cake.

Instantly, a miracle happened—her cheeks flushed pink, her forehead beaded with sweat, her breathing quickened

, and her kisses became more intense and passionate. Her body began to tremble slightly, her lower body also

quivered , and the fluid inside her vulva surged like a tide. So I inserted two fingers simultaneously,

thrusting them in and out more passionately, twisting and turning them with varying degrees of tightness.

After a flurry of intense thrusting, Miyako reached her climax. I felt movement within her slippery vulva, and then her hips

began to move up and down. This movement could have given me an

opportunity to penetrate her directly, but this time I decided to let her suffer a little.

Although she raised her hips high, using her wet vulva to seek my large penis, I

deliberately teased her at this crucial moment. I feigned affection as I held her in my arms, and with my right hand, I grasped

my large, hard penis, rubbing the peach-like glans back and forth against her wet labia.

Friction generates electricity; this principle is hard to refute.

After I rubbed it for a while, sure enough, she trembled all over, as if electrified.

At the same time, the theory of electromagnetism was further proven; at this moment, she was like an octopus, tightly

gripped by me, inseparable.

My glans couldn't suffer outside for long either. When her vulva opened wide again, I scratched my lower abdomen

hard, and with a "sizzle," my thick, long penis was swallowed.

"Be thin! Be thin!" I only heard those two words. Although I didn't understand the meaning of "be thin" at the time

, I guessed it was probably not far from the Chinese expression "wonderful." Then, she

began to moan softly and continuously, interspersed with moaning and groaning.

After she sat on top of me and twisted wildly, my penis, which was trapped inside her vulva, also grew larger.

She twisted like grinding soybeans for a long time, and I felt her vaginal fluids flowing out again and again, not only

soaking my pubic hair and scrotum, but also wetting the silk bedding underneath.

So, I felt like I was lying in a puddle, and my arms were soaked and extremely uncomfortable.

So I sat up straight, shifted my hips back a little, and sat facing her, like

rocking a boat . This made us both feel a bit more comfortable, and we could also see

our two partners working very hard below.

Her breasts were high and erect, displayed before me like large peaches on an altar

, making one feel a tingling sensation all over, and a strong urge to bite

into .

This position gave us considerable convenience and pleasure; we could

move around the bed freely, twisting and swaying without any restraint. As I swayed, I thrust my body upwards. With each thrust, she

quickly lowered her vulva. As she lowered and I thrust, the tightly

joined parts made a series of "sizzling" sounds, while she cried out in a wanton

, frenzied voice, "Want it smaller, want it smaller. "

This was the perfect music, making my heart tremble even more violently.

Perhaps because each thrust touched her clitoris, the entire bed was now

soaked with her juices. The more the juices flowed, the more intensely my desire burned.

Miyako's body trembled uncontrollably, her breasts heaving. Her slippery vulva overflowed with

moisture , her cervix began to suckle with a beautiful, sensual sensation, and the tender flesh of her vaginal walls

contracted and relaxed intermittently.

Suddenly, she trembled violently, her arms tightly gripping my neck. Then, her fiery

red lips

, her vulva suddenly enveloped in a wave of intense heat, becoming even more slippery and

alluring, like a hot spring.

Suddenly, a dizzying sensation washed over me, and I reached my climax at the same time.

***

After sightseeing at the Spring Festival, it was nearly 5 PM. So, I went with Kimura to a Chinese

restaurant for dinner.

We shared two small bottles of sorghum liquor from Taipei, ate some braised dishes and preserved eggs, and then each had a plate

of spring rolls before hurrying back to the hotel.

As I took off my coat and was about to shower, the phone

rang and was immediately overjoyed. It turned out that Chie had come to Tokyo alone three days before her husband. That cuckold

had to go to Malaya for two more days before he could reach Tokyo, and because his trip had been changed several times, he was worried his beloved concubine would be

impatient , so he had sent her alone for three days to enjoy herself.

"My God! This is wonderful!" I said. "I'll come pick you up!"

"No need to bother anyone else. I don't have much luggage. I'll just call a taxi to come find you."

"Darling, come quickly! Don't keep me waiting!"

"No, I'm coming...bye, bye..."

The phone hung up, and I immediately went to shower, change, and trim my beard, looking refreshed as I waited for my companion

to arrive .

About half an hour passed after my shower, but Chie still hadn't appeared. But just as I lit a cigarette and was about to

lie down on the bed, I suddenly felt two light knocks on the door of the connecting room next door. A key clicked, and then

my Qianzhi gracefully slipped in.

"To avoid arousing suspicion, darling, I booked the room next door..." she said, nestling into my

arms .

"Mmm...it's been so long, my love!" I kissed her gently.

"I've thought about you every day, darling..."

"You really kept me waiting!" I lied; honestly, telling a woman the truth is

the biggest fool in the world.

"Okay, punish me then, I deserve it!"

"Then, lock your door and let me punish you!"

"I deserve to be punished to death, I feel so sorry for you!" She casually locked the door, then quietly

pounced on my chest.

I planted a kiss on her cheek, turned around, locked the door, and called the servants to tell them

not to disturb my rest. So, we started undressing without restraint, and in an instant, we

were both completely naked.

"Come on... my Jie..." she sprawled on her back on my bed, "Punish me! The

harder ... come on..."

I leaped forward, grabbed her two firm, white breasts, and began to knead them with abandon.

We had only been apart for about half a month, and she seemed even more beautiful, more delicate, and more alluring than before. Moreover,

her breasts seemed larger and smoother than before, and her vulva was much softer and fuller.

After I had been haphazardly kneading and touching her fleshy breasts for a while, she

sat up , facing me, her legs spread apart, her delicate, rose-like vulva

completely filled by my hand. Then, I tenderly pressed my face against her fair and smooth breasts, and

took her small, spongy nipple into my mouth, sucking on it like a child.

"Ah..."

A woman's nipples are born with two wonderful uses: one is to feed her children, and the other is to be fondled and

played with . If these two uses were reversed, it would be enough to make her feel an indescribable pleasure.

As soon as I started sucking, she showed no sign of being able to resist. So, she gripped my hard penis tightly with one hand

and squatted down on top of me.

I did not resist this action at all, letting her do as she pleased. Her desire was already burning high. Take myself

for example, although I had done that with Miss Miyako at the Saichun party that afternoon, two or three hours later,

another raging fire arose, and it would not be able to be quelled without a quick resolution. A

strong sex drive is a sign of good health, so I never give up

the opportunity . Whenever there is beauty before me, I never let it pass by easily.

Chie sat down smoothly on top of me and kissed me with her hot lips. Her smooth, soft back was

free for me to caress. I used the same rocking motion I had with Miyako earlier, holding her

and twisting and rocking her back and forth on the bed.

"Oh! Like that... faster..."

We faced each other like mandarin ducks playing in the water, chest to chest. I held her slender waist tightly with both hands

, and she wrapped her arms around the back of my neck. In the dressing mirror on the opposite wall, our naked bodies appeared

, seemingly adding to the immense pleasure.

"Mmm... punish me! Come... come on..."

The night was so gentle and lovely, bringing a sense of eternal youth. In such a night,

we were as sticky as glue, as sweet as sugar, and our tight bond could never be defeated by any force.

"This is it..." I said, "This is the punishment for a woman who has broken her promise!"

Chie was an old hand at this, and she was skilled and passionate in this rocking-boat style of intercourse, while

also taking the initiative to rock herself from time to time, setting a record for her first orgasm in a short time.

"Look... I came..." she kept calling out.

"This is only the first time!" I said deliberately, "Today I'm going to punish you by making you come a hundred times!"

"My Jie... you're much more experienced... last time, we were... in Xiao Chen's greenhouse... you were still a

child ... hee..."

"But we're in Tokyo now! We can't keep falling behind, we have to keep up with the times!"

"Yeah... oh oh... don't... thrust so hard... ah..."

"What? Does your uterus hurt?" I paused my thrusting and said.

"You silly Jay... I just stopped menstruating yesterday... be gentler..."

"Okay... slide around freely!"

"Ah... I can do it myself... ah... oh no... I'm... I'm coming again..."

Needless to say, I could tell that the tip of my penis was being stimulated by a wave of heat, feeling incredibly comfortable.

"Zhi... you still deserve to be punished ninety-eight times!"

"Ah... I'm about to... die... dear Jay... do me a good deed... let me up..."

"How can I? I haven't reached that point yet!"

So, regardless of whether she could handle it, I only cared about my momentary pleasure, and I started to thrust wildly and violently, embracing her limp

body.

"Ah! You bastard... you'll die a horrible death..." she cried out in a seductive voice.

"Don't swear! I'm almost there."

"Ah... let me go... let me go..." she said, but in her heart she was saying, "Hold me tight!"

Women are the world's number one liars; they can weave a huge lie in the blink of an eye,

and they never blush or pant while lying.

Did she even need to scream? I didn't hold her tightly at

all twisted and swayed with me, only letting out a couple of moans to deliberately arouse me.

I held her smooth, white body tighter, pressing my chest against her

breasts to increase the friction.

"Ah... my Jay... I... oh... I want..."

She trembled all over, her lower abdomen contracting and relaxing, and her vagina

gushed . This was the third time; I knew I was about to finish.

Suddenly, she shuddered violently, her entire body trembling, her lips parted, and her small, white teeth clenched

. Then, with a sigh, her limbs went limp.

At the same time, the heat gushing from her uterus stimulated my glans, sending a tingling, itchy

pleasure through my entire body.

A moment later, when Chie awoke from her dazed state, the pleasure had reached its peak, and a stream of

hot, rapid semen shot directly into her cervix.

***

The cherry blossoms in Tokyo quickly faded. Amidst the falling petals, I accompanied Chie to scenic

spots , but regrettably, our time was too short to wait until autumn to visit the famous

Nikko to see the fiery sea of maple leaves.

Her husband, upon arriving in Tokyo, was busy day and night with social engagements, business coordination, and banquets with his colleagues.

Although he sometimes took Chie along, it was mostly private business. A business tycoon like him

was naturally very busy, and his beautiful wives and concubines were even busier.

While he was busy dreaming of wealth, I wondered if he ever dreamed of his wives and concubines embracing

other men, indulging in blissful, almost obsessive, pleasure?

＊＊＊

That day—

I went to visit Chie but didn't find her. Mr. Kimura was also out, so I took a streetcar

to Yokohama by myself.

Upon arriving in Yokohama, I realized I hadn't brought a translator. While language barriers wouldn't lead to

rudeness , the inconveniences were considerable.

However, Japan was still far more convenient than Europe and America. Although the language was difficult to understand,

most of the written characters were comprehensible. Even if you didn't understand the language, you could just follow the signs and advertisements; you couldn't

go wrong .

So—

I visited every entertainment venue in Japan in one day, including opera houses and dance halls, and also patronized

two upscale Chinese restaurants.

Time flew by like an arrow while I was having fun, and I was quite

sweaty .

I heard that Japanese bathing was very special, so I turned around and went to a Chinese restaurant to ask someone to take me to a bathhouse

so I could witness the world-famous mixed-gender bathing spectacle and make the trip to Japan worthwhile.

The sign for the bathhouse only had a curved letter on it, which Xiao Zhou from the restaurant said was

pronounced "oil." No wonder I couldn't find a bathhouse anywhere in Yokohama!

So, I went into this "oil" bathhouse alone.

As soon as I entered, two young girls sat behind the counter, with round faces like those of Wakao Ayako.

Although they weren't particularly beautiful, their service was very gentle, and one of them could even speak a few

words of Chinese.

When they saw I was a Chinese university student, their faces lit up with admiration and respect. Then,

realizing I was there to experience the thrill of foreign culture, they both burst into laughter.

The girl who could speak a few words of Chinese was named Asoko, and the other was simply called Zi—Yan.

Asoko told me whether I wanted to wash in the large or small pond.

Of course, I came to wash in the large pond so I could admire the naked bodies of Japanese women. But Asoko

wanted me to wash in the small pond instead. She said, "Washing in the large pond is like looking at a meat pie through glass—you can only feast

your eyes without being able to eat it. What's the point if you're just anxious inside?"

Xiaochi wasn't bathing alone; she could find me a girl who graduated from a Chinese language school to keep me company. So,

I followed Asuka's suggestion and went to the back bathhouse, taking off my outer clothes to await the arrival of the beauty.

The girl she called to bathe with me had a very beautiful Chinese stage name: Aifang.

Aifang was no more than eighteen years old, a mixed-race girl of American and Japanese descent, with golden hair, fair and healthy

skin , and Australian-style breasts, unusually round, large, and pointed. Especially her two long, slender, and well-proportioned thighs were

full and round.

As soon as she entered, she quickly took off all her clothes, thrusting out her maddeningly large breasts, swaying them in front of me

.

Her lower abdomen was smooth and white, and her slightly protruding vulva was covered with a patch of golden, curly pubic hair, like

the soft and lovely grass of early spring.

"How is it? Is it alright?" she turned over again and leaned closer to ask.

"Sure, absolutely!"

"I thought I was going to get a refund!" She hefted her breasts, exhaling a violet fragrance.

"Many gentlemen in your country are quite picky. Once they've had their fill, they move on to the next

one on, until they often bring back the first one."

"That's probably only natural. You know, when you're shopping, you try to choose what you like

to avoid being ripped off!"

"Of course! But we only have a limited number of graduates each year, and it's really hard for us to handle all the choices."

"Why don't you choose foreign languages and host people from other countries?" I retorted.

"Ha!" She shrugged and continued, "To deal with Europeans and Americans, you have to have the capital!

Although I'm of mixed American and Japanese descent, my capital is quite small and compact, so... there's no way around it!"

As she spoke, she crossed her thigh, revealing her small and delicate buttocks.

"Haha...I see...

haha..." She laughed and flipped into the bathtub, splashing water everywhere.

It was late at night, and I quickly took off my clothes and followed her in.

At that moment, slightly melancholic Japanese music drifted from the next room. She put her legs up on the edge of the tub, while I

sat on the bottom. I gazed intently at her slightly parted pink vulva.

She occasionally gave me seductive glances and splashed water into her glistening, clean opening.

Instantly, I was mesmerized, completely captivated.

Her delicate, tender vulva gradually opened wider after she splashed water on it, especially

her clitoris, which was stimulated, becoming red and swollen, constantly protruding from the inside.

Her labia, which were opening wider, gradually became red and swollen, and her cherry-like clitoris became even more prominent and shiny.

Such stimulation was already too much for her to bear. She stopped splashing water and began to probe

and dig with her hands into her narrow, slightly parted vulva, a sight that evoked pity.

I didn't want to be a saint anymore, especially since this was making it even more unbearable for me. So, I

flipped and slid into the water.

My penis was already hard as a cannonball, and as I slid down, the smooth,

round glans touched her parted labia. My God! With a "whoosh," without

any deviation, our two treasures naturally joined together.

"Ah!" she cried out in surprise and joy, then slipped down and fell on her buttocks as well.

In this way, the two hot objects were even more tightly and seamlessly glued together, as if they were one.

She then, with a radiant and tender expression, wrapped her arms around my neck and

passionately kissed my fiery red lips.

Our lower bodies were both submerged in the warm, slippery water, and each thrust created a wondrous

melody.

The water rippled, reflecting our intercourse in a blurry yet endearing way.

She swayed her plump hips and buttocks vigorously while kissing every part of my face.

When she paused, she hummed passionate and cheesy Chinese tunes, all

flirtatious . Although I was born in Beijing, I grew up in Hong Kong, and while these beautiful melodies were captivating,

they always felt somewhat foreign to me.

As she sang and twisted, a familiar warmth, a paste-

like with each thrust.

As the warm liquid gushed out, she became even more wanton, her arms tightly wrapped around my shoulders, her

large, round pointed breasts pressed firmly between us. She breathed heavily in the scent of violets, her whole body

trembling uncontrollably.

A moment later, a subtle tremor began within her uterus, sending waves

of pleasure through me like insect bites—itchy and numb, a sensation as exhilarating as an elevator descending from the top of a building

.

"Oh, oh..." she murmured, her lips slightly pursed, her eyes tightly closed, "Ah...Chinese brother...Chinese

father..."

Soon, the kind of stroke-like symptoms that often appeared in Chizuru also

manifested . Perhaps all women with a promiscuous nature are like this? I thought to myself.

At that moment, she seemed about to collapse, and I held her tightly around the waist, preventing her from suddenly

relaxing and falling.

My glans felt incredibly pleasurable from the sucking and licking, and the rhythmic

contractions of her vaginal walls made my thrusting movements unnecessary. This made our intercourse even more fervent and intense.

"Ah! God..." she murmured, her body

trembling naturally, every inch of her tender flesh quivering.

Suddenly, a current from a mysterious realm coursed through my veins; my lower abdomen began

to contract rapidly, then tightened. Then, the heat surged, and my

testicles, which had remained passive, abandoned their composure and became unusually passionate. Even my anus responded,

tightening abruptly.

Suddenly, a swarm of enthusiastic sperm, as if driven mad, rushed headlong into her uterus

!

"Thump... thump..."

With each drop of semen hitting her core, the mixed-race girl let out a near-mad cry, rising and falling

thirty times in total.

When the last precious drop of semen was ejaculated, I felt a strange languor; the pleasure subsided

, and I felt a sense of ease and satisfaction, like having just finished an important course.

Thanks to Asoko's clever arrangement, another record of sexual intercourse with a mixed-race

girl .

***

The next day, while I was still asleep, Chie called, saying she was going to Honolulu with her husband, and their

next meeting would be in about two weeks. So, I had to return to Hong Kong alone.

Although this trip to Japan was short, it broadened my sexual knowledge considerably.

I'll return someday for a more indulgent and unrestrained adventure, and if the opportunity allows, I'd even like to

settle down in Japan permanently!

[The End]

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