The escort girl I almost fell in love with

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Summer, 2015. A salesperson named Christina messaged me on WeChat.
"Hey bro, we have a new dish! Want to try it? It's absolutely amazing!"
"What dish?"
"A female lieutenant!"
"Are you kidding me?! Are you trying to fool me with clothes you got from Jack Ma on Taobao again? Do you think I'm the Governor of Hong Kong?!"
Christina swore on the other end that she wasn't some cheap knock-off. To prove she was telling the truth, she sent a bunch of information about the girl.
"Absolutely gorgeous!" " She
went to military academy at the Nine-Headed Bird Academy, just graduated! Currently undergoing pre-service training!" Along with her introduction, several photos of the girl were sent. Unlike other girls who posed provocatively with peace signs, pouting, and showing off their cleavage, this girl looked very clean. She gave off a girl-next-door vibe.
However, just to be on the safe side, based on the keywords mentioned in the information in the photos sent by the salesperson—"awarded merits during school, campus singer," "English competitions, speech competitions," dance champion, etc.—I decided to give her a closer look . Especially that alluring ocean camouflage, instantly flooded my mind with images of countless female spies I'd seen on TV since childhood: American military uniforms, berets, slender figures, a small revolver hanging from her firm buttocks. I admit, I often have the urge to pull down my pants and thrust all the way in, as if to avenge all those revolutionary martyrs who sacrificed their lives.
"Price. Time," I replied simply and directly.
"Fast time 5k, overnight 12k. But, only weekends, she can't come out on weekdays."
Looking at the photos I'd gathered on the computer screen, and the photos the agent had sent. That aquamarine, that splash of white. I answered firmly, "Okay. Book a spot for me." This agent had an after-sales service: booking rooms on my behalf. This was to prevent clients from leaving any trace of their stay.
Weekend, xx Hotel. Following the information on my phone, "I'm Christina's friend, room xxxx," I found the place.
The door opened, and a girl identical to the one in the photo appeared before me. A t-shirt, jeans. She looked clean and fresh, though her skin was a little tanned from outdoor activities. This unique appearance further fueled my desire to conquer her.
Unlike other girls who would urge you to shower and go to bed as soon as you met, this girl was quite shy.
So, we sat on the sofa chatting, closing the distance between us, then embracing and kissing. The girl's kissing style was like that of lovers, their tongues swirling and sucking. Stroking the lieutenant's body, her upturned buttocks, she let out soft moans.
"Going to shower?" I whispered in her ear.
She didn't speak, just nodded slightly.
Lying in bed, listening to the gurgling water coming from the bathroom, my heart raced. The little girl made me feel like I was back in my youth, a young bachelor, as if I were sneaking out to a hotel with the older sister next door. After a while, the girl came out wrapped in a towel, still with that shy expression, using a smile to hide her inner unease, nervousness, and excitement.
With a girl like this, you can't just rush in. You have to be careful. I kissed and caressed her small but firm and perky breasts. My fingers traced her erogenous zones, gradually igniting her desire.
Finally, I heard her increasingly heavy breathing, and her nipples began to harden. Overwhelmed by her own desire, the girl turned and took control, taking my penis inside her.
"Hmm?!" I was somewhat surprised! It was unprotected penetration! That's quite rare!
Feeling her warm, moist, and tight vagina, I started the machine. She moved downwards on top, and I moved upwards on the bottom, quickly bringing her to orgasm!
The girl was a long-distance running enthusiast (I learned this later), with excellent stamina and no excess fat on her waist and legs. Her extensive training also gave her a strong recovery ability. Before long, she launched another attack.
However, this time she didn't use her lower mouth, but instead directly put my penis, covered in our fluids, into her mouth.
Her oral skills were unique; unlike other women who would suck and spit your penis in their mouths, using their mouths to extract your semen. She gently took it in, then repeatedly teased and licked it with the tip of her tongue, like hundreds of tiny fish pecking at my glans.
"I'm going to let go! Is that okay?" I asked her at the last moment.
"Let it in! It's a safe period today!"
"How many times have you come?" After releasing my semen inside her, I stroked her, panting as she lay on my chest.
"Four or five times?!"
"How does it compare to your boyfriend?"
"Greater!"
After achieving extreme satisfaction, I kissed her goodbye and gave the money to the agent. Of course, for easier contact next time, I added her on WeChat. Just for future sex.
A few days later, in a local brothel group, I saw someone post her profile. While a group of people were discussing whether she was a high-class woman, I secretly gloated. "You bunch of idiots! You'd better all be so self-righteous! Don't go! Such a good woman, it's best if only I can enjoy her!"
But reality is reality. I tried to arrange a meeting several times, but couldn't. I asked the agent, who said that many people wanted to meet her, and her time was limited. Naturally, it was difficult to arrange a meeting.
Finally, she told me on WeChat that she had finished her training, left Shanghai, and reported to her workplace near the capital. My goodness! This meant I was out of luck! The flight from Beijing to Shanghai, though only a few hours, was still a bit too far!
So, I could only communicate with her via WeChat.
This young woman has a wide range of interests; besides long-distance running, she enjoys photography, writing, and even hosting (not the kind you're imagining!). Coincidentally, these are also some of my strengths. In Beijing, someone like me would be considered a "player," a "princeling," but in Shanghai, someone like me is considered an "old hand." So, the feeling between this young woman and me grew stronger. The young man in my heart seemed to be growing up.
But, distance doesn't solve a problem!
"You could just parachute in!" a mischievous friend told me. "Agree on a price, I'll reimburse your round-trip travel expenses. Book a hotel, and it's the same!"
Looking at her WeChat Moments updates, I knew that a few days after arriving at her workplace, she was seconded to a business trip, walking along the coastline. Visiting various places, from Heilongjiang in the north to Zhanjiang in the south, made my heart itch with longing.
As the year drew to a close, and I counted the extra coins in my wallet, she finally replied.
"I can during the Spring Festival holiday. The fifth day of the Lunar New Year. Can you?"
Need I say more? Of course!
I immediately transferred the money to her via WeChat. Then, I found an excuse with my family to have my own plans on the fifth day of the Lunar New Year.
That day, we were in the hotel room, and I, like a tireless ox, plowed this young and fertile land.
After several climaxes, she told me some trivial things. In my eyes, someone who has dealt with people and markets for many years, this information, though not much, was enough to piece together a rough outline.
Like many campus romances, she was targeted by a senior student as soon as she entered university. This graduate student, who had come from another university in the province to attend this military academy, was more than capable of handling a girl who had just graduated high school. And so, their four-year university romance began.
But graduation season is breakup season. Moreover, the job allocation system under the system is incredibly cruel. That senior, for the sake of his future, decisively gave up this relationship and turned to embrace a girl who could get him a job in Beijing.
However, the girl, because of her exceptional talent, was also assigned to Beijing. Although it was in the suburbs of the capital, roughly equivalent to Songjiang or Qingpu districts. But it was still Beijing. It was at this time that a friend in her life, who happened to be the agent, appeared at the opportune moment. During the girl's darkest period, there was often a sense of self-abandonment. Of course, there was also the temptation of material benefits.
So, she was recommended to me by the agent.
This is the puzzle I made.
Looking at her, asleep from an orgasm, so peaceful and sweet in my arms, the young man inside me suddenly shouted, "I've fallen in love with her!"
As for that ex-boyfriend who loved eating scallion pancakes, I don't know whether to despise him or thank him. Without him, the little girl wouldn't be in my arms, letting me cultivate her, letting me sow my seed within her. "I've fallen in love with you, what should I do?" I silently told myself.
Watching her turn and enter the boarding gate, my heart felt like it had been stabbed. I hadn't felt this way in many years.
Several months passed in a blur.
Finally, one day she sent me a WeChat message.
"My senior and I are officially dating. We're getting married." Looking at her changed WeChat profile picture, I knew it was probably a matching outfit. "I'm going to Hangzhou with him for the Dragon Boat Festival." There was a pause on the other end of the message. "If you can come, let's meet in Hangzhou. I know you're good to me. But, we need to end things for a while."
I booked a hotel room with her. I waited in the hotel room for the doorbell to ring.
Finally, she appeared like a gazelle.
"He's playing games in the room, I said I came out for some fresh air!"
In the video she sent me, I could hear her senior boyfriend shouting while playing games. What was there to say at this point? Thank goodness for Honor of Kings! I pulled her into my arms, kissing and caressing her passionately, thrusting and pumping. The room was filled with her soft moans and my heavy breathing. She was the girl I loved, but now she was someone else's fiancée. According to the country's laws, this would soon be a military marriage.
In a hidden part of her body, there was a small tattoo—a picture of a small animal, because her name contained the pet's name. I kissed the tattoo, as if kissing her soul.
In a corner of the hotel lobby, I watched them check out. At about 1.6 meters tall, she looked petite and delicate next to her 1.8-meter-tall boyfriend. And that boyfriend, judging solely by his looks, had a certain Korean flair—no wonder the South Koreans claimed Shandong as theirs. He held her in his arms with a hint of smugness, displaying the privileges of a legitimate boyfriend. I stood at a distance, my heart bleeding. In my mind
, the old fox who had been hiding for so long emerged with a cold smile from the shadows. "What are you so smug about! Look at the hat on your head! This woman has cheated on you with countless times! So what if you're her boyfriend? Her body has been entered by countless men! Even if you don't know, she knows. Her body and soul will forever bear this mark! Countless of my offspring have rushed into her vagina, impacting her womb! Don't be surprised if your children don't look like you!"
As night fell, when the navigation lights flashed at Xiaoshan Airport, I saw the lights of northbound planes, and tears seemed to well up in my eyes.
When I got home, her WeChat message arrived.
"Arrived in Beijing, don't worry."
"Okay," but the WeChat system notified me that I wasn't her friend yet.
I knew she was gone. That white wave, that pretty naval lieutenant, was gone.
At this moment, my heart was a sea of blood. That once incredibly sunny and happy young man lay covered in blood in this sea of blood. And the old fox, incredibly smug, occupied my heart.
Goodbye, I wish you happiness. I struggled desperately. Of course, deep down I'm still struggling with this thought: if one day she becomes a married woman and comes back to me, would I make her wear a white wedding dress in their house, and then, facing their wedding photos, have another fierce and chaotic fight?
(Actually, I'd rather she be unhappy! You know why! Besides, how could that kind of scumbag truly cherish her?)

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