[From Encounter to Acquaintance to Love] (Complete) Author: Fengchen Liuxia

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Author: Fengchen Liuxia

"Hey! You're going to be late for school, get up!" Mom yelled urgently, pulling me out of bed.

I glanced at the clock and saw it was already seven o'clock. I was so startled that I didn't even bother brushing my teeth before rushing to school. My home is about a forty-minute bike ride from
school In the first semester of first grade, I could get up early and wasn't late, but
by the second semester, I was a seasoned pro, often still in bed at seven o'clock. Being late had long become
a part of my life.

While the forty-minute walk is indeed long, there are three high schools,
two junior high schools, and two elementary schools along the way. So, basically, those forty minutes are the most anticipated part of my day.
If you prefer a mature style, there are plenty of enthusiastic and bold high school girls to choose from. If you like pretty little girls,
you can feast your eyes after junior high tutoring classes. If you want to emulate the Japanese Genji's adopted daughter plan,
there are two elementary schools with girls.

However, after the summer tutoring program, I couldn't enjoy this beautiful scenery anymore because the school
started requiring students from far away or from other counties to live on campus. That's how private schools are;
they'll come up with any excuse to raise funds and rip people off—it's shameless.

Speaking of which, the guys I shared a dorm with over the months became my best friends.

There were six of us in the dorm, all sorts of characters. Among them, "Ba Zi" was a notorious
playboy , good-looking but with a rough, country accent and unrestrained behavior, so his
girlfriends were all weird girls (in my opinion), none of them the innocent and cute type. Anyway,
Ba Zi said he was happy as long as he was having fun.

"Tu Mao" seemed sexually frustrated; he claimed he slept with a third-year junior high student back in his first year
. But talk is cheap; who would believe a kid who hasn't even grown pubic hair could sleep
with an older woman?

When he was in second grade, Zimo became obsessed with pornographic books and videos. He then apprenticed himself to a bully, diligently studying Japanese
bishoujo photography. Later, he surpassed his master, even making the bully succumb to his knowledge. He became
a major distributor of Japanese pornographic information, videos, and books, and seized the opportunity to start a business. This was great
for us, because until graduation, we didn't have to pay for our pornographic books and videos, hehe.

As for Dead Guy? True to his name, he was always listless, sleeping in class and after school, at least sixteen
hours a day. While others slept at school so they could play afterward, he didn't even play, just
slept. It made you wonder what was wrong with him.

Kawada was a bit neurotic. It's said that he went crazy for a while in his third year of junior high due to the pressure of the college entrance exam.
Although I didn't personally ask him to confirm the rumor, given his sinister personality, I believe it's very likely
true

finally, what about me? I didn't do well on my exams in my third year of junior high, and what should have been my first choice ended up in
a private school . I remember crying because I didn't do well on the exams, which seems funny now. Because of
the trauma of exams, I've always been a slacker and have no motivation to study. But despite this, my grades are
the best among us.

So, the six of us in room 201—me, Ba Zi, Tu Mao, Zi Mo, Si Ren, and Chuan Tian—
formed the school's famous "Six Heroes of the Night."

In the second semester of our second year, "sex" issues started to arise in our class's social events.

It turned out that a student from our school had slept with a girl from a vocational high school, accidentally getting her
pregnant and being expelled. When the class's "social event leader" brought up the issue of social events,
almost all the boys in the class set their sights on that girls' vocational high school.

It was said to be a famously sexually liberated school, with female students who were sexy, bold, and passionate.

Thus, all sorts of obscene rumors began circulating among some of the "wicked" boys in the class: the headquarters of
pornographic actresses, a male teacher and several female students sharing a room for illicit sex,
incidents of principals and several department heads gang-raping the chosen school beauty, even female students being forced to take nude photos to graduate,
and the requirement to film themselves having sex with male teachers to avoid failing a grade—

these were clearly mindless fabrications, yet they still made those boys shout and
fantasize .

The so-called true depravity is the lustful thoughts in one's heart, how true.

In this way, ripples were stirred up in our class, which was like a calm pond, slowly expanding.

After several social gatherings, the sales of self-pleasure products plummeted. This is understandable, after all, seeing is never as good as
personal experience.

Regarding the mysterious matter of "sex," every boy of that age wants to experience it, and "get a
girlfriend and try it out" has become their catchphrase.

I'm probably different from them. Although I also enjoy hearing these "nonsense" things

, I still have certain requirements and ideals for my future girlfriend. At least, a girl I can have sex with just because we have a slight
relationship isn't my ideal woman.

However, as more and more people claim to have experience (who knows if it's true or not)

, we, the "Six Heroes of the Wind and Dust," gradually feel outdated.

Listening to the nonsense from many classmates, it seems that only a few of us are still virgins in the class. Suddenly,
a tense atmosphere descends, and we feel a sense of impending doom.

Except for Ba Zi, who already has experience.

□■ Planning

The idea of going camping was something we threatened Ba Zi about.

He recently met a very open-minded girl who is a leader in a high school club.

He said they were so close they could have sex with the girl, but we were skeptical until
one day he brought her to meet us. We were astonished to discover that such an open girl existed.
She even frankly told us that she had done "that" with several people before Ba Zai.

Therefore, we secretly nicknamed her "slut."

For the next few days, Ba Zai reported on his progress with the slut daily, first touching her breasts, then her genitals,
and then a few days later they started "drying out." Then, a smug Ba Zai told his group of friends that they were going
camping, and... we were all itching to get involved.

So we, his mischievous friends, blackmailed him into letting us join.

Ba Zi had no choice but to agree.

But a camping trip can't just have one girl, right? Were we supposed to sit
next to him and that slut at night watching them "do their thing"? So Ba Zi asked if she could invite a few more, adding,
"Preferably girls who can sleep with people."

Thinking about it, this seemed unlikely, but surprisingly, that slut agreed!

But now the problem arose: one of them was Baldy, and the other was me.

Baldy was easy to deal with; he could just bring his girlfriend, Qi Qi. It was just that having that
slut someone the girls didn't know, would make things a little awkward.

The real problem was me. First, I didn't have a girlfriend, and second, I was the best
camping organizer among the six of us. Besides being known as the "King of Camping," I was an expert at setting up camp in the wild. Without me,
half the fun would be gone.

To be honest, I could hang out with those kinds of girls, but when it came to sex, I didn't have the guts.

But the bully was still loyal enough to ask his slut to try and find a girl suitable for me.

I started to feel like I was unsellable merchandise.

After the negotiations started, one day the bully and I were in the dorm when the slut came to see him. We noticed that
there was a girl next to the slut. Although she wasn't as glamorous as the slut, she had a pretty face and an
indescribable charm.

The bully spoke first, "And this is...?"

"Oh! She's here to see you. She has some club matters to discuss." The slut pointed at me and said.

"Ah... you're the top student in your class, right?"

Seeing her student ID and name, I suddenly realized that I had heard the slut talk about her before. It turned out that
the unassuming girl was the talented girl in her class. Today, she came with the slut because she had
something to discuss with me about a joint academic event between our two schools. In fact, this was a tradition between our two private schools, so I didn't know her. And this year , I was the co-organizer

of the event . 　　Although I was nominally the "vice" in charge, I actually handled some important matters. Firstly, the person in charge didn't care , and secondly, because of my grades, the school preferred to assign them to me. 　　So, the slut came with her here, also to meet up with the bully. 　　After I introduced myself to the girl, the bully whispered sweet nothings to the slut, and soon after, he told me and the talented girl to go outside to discuss something. 　　"Hey! Talented girl," the bully deliberately emphasized "talented girl," "you take her out to talk!" 　　Like I was being kicked out, she and I walked out the door. 　　"Click!" The bully closed and locked the door. 　　I cursed inwardly. 　　This had happened before, leaving me locked out for an hour or two. 　　I'd catch a chill on the way, while he'd be nestled in his dorm room, enjoying the company of a woman. 　　I asked her to leave first. Normally, a ten-minute talk with her would suffice, but seeing how the bully and the slut handled things, it would take longer. So, I pretended to be generous and invited the girl to dinner, hoping to resolve our immediate needs and discuss things as well. 　　In the restaurant, although neither of us was particularly noticeable, and we were both quite ordinary-looking, we still attracted a lot of attention and people pointed and whispered about us . 　　Suddenly, on a whim, I said, "Hey! Some people think we're a couple. Don't you think so?" 　　Hearing me say that, she was startled, looked up, and blushed slightly. 　　We stood there for a moment. 　　Then, her voice trembling slightly, she said, "I'm...sorry...it's late. Thank you for dinner, I have to go..." 　　She stood up, grabbed her bag, and turned to leave. 　　I wanted to talk to her a little longer, so in a moment of panic, I grabbed her arm. 　　"Such smooth skin!" I thought to myself. 　　Then a thought struck me, and I realized something was wrong. Grabbing a random girl was impolite, so I let go of her, and she ran away without looking back. 　　I shouted after her, "Will we ever see each other again?" 　　But she didn't answer. ------------------------------------------------------------ 　　So, I walked dejectedly along the sidewalk, reflecting on what had just happened. 　　"Strange, she's not particularly pretty, but how could she make me do that…" 　　Thinking about my earlier lapse in judgment, I felt embarrassed. "The first time I touched a girl's hand, it was so soft… Sigh," I sighed, "I probably won't see her again." 　　Back in the dorm, Ba Zi looked exhausted, wearing only his underwear. 　　"Hey? Weren't you going to sleep with a slut during camping?" 　　"No, I didn't. I just had a dry itch with her." 　　I noticed several tissues next to him, probably used to wipe up the semen he'd ejaculated during his dry itch. 　　I walked to my desk and suddenly thought of her, so I asked Ba Zai, "Who was that girl just now?" 　　"What? Wasn't she XXX?" 　　"Ah... no one asked you about that slut! I'm asking who that innocent girl is." 　　"Didn't you ask her?" 　　"I'm so shy and introverted, how could I say something like that?" 　　"'Shy,' 'introverted'?... I don't know either, I'll go ask that slut for you." 　　Ba Zai paused for a moment, then walked over and said, "Oh... you're in heat... do you like that girl just now? Want me to play matchmaker for you?" 　　"Go away! I only asked you what her name was..." 　　"Don't be shy, right? Right?" 　　"Go take a shower, you bull..." 　　Ba Zai, feeling awkward, walked away and lay back on the bed. 　　"Pure? Forget it. There are too many two-faced people these days. Who knows if she's still pure now? Maybe slept with a dozen men. Which girl isn't pure when you first meet her? 　　She might be more horny than you after a while..." 　　"Hey, hey, hey, do you believe I won't let you do it in the dorm anymore..."

Late at night, seeing my roommates all fast asleep, I couldn't resist the urge to sleep, so I climbed into bed
and closed my eyes. But the image of that girl kept replaying in my mind…

I was walking through a tall forest, sunlight filtering through the trees, a hazy mist hanging in the air.
Suddenly, a strong gust of wind blew, dispersing the mist. I opened my eyes and looked ahead. In the distance, I saw someone running
—it was that girl.

She wore a one-piece white robe, running and leaping across a lush, grassy plain. She was

definitely wearing only one white robe; in the shimmering sunlight, I could vaguely see her red nipples and genitals.

I was watching her from a distance.

When she was about fifty meters away, her robe got caught on a bush, and with a hiss, it was torn to shreds,
revealing her shapely breasts and full buttocks.

My brain was stimulated, and my penis instantly became erect.

Completely naked, she didn't stop; she ran towards me and embraced me, my clothes vanishing in an instant.

She kissed me passionately, her tongue and lips repeatedly caressing my cheeks, her fingers deftly
stroking my penis and scrotum, mumbling, "Hurry, I need you..."

I was overwhelmed by this intense temptation and began to move like a seasoned pro.

I grasped her slender legs, spreading her private parts, and inserted my penis
, making love while standing.

Holding her foot with one hand and her buttocks with the other, I repeated the piston-like motion, rising and falling. She
let out extremely lewd cries, constantly urging me to speed up and deepen the penetration.

Suddenly, the world darkened, and she, immersed in the ecstasy of intercourse, let out a scream unlike any other,
followed by screams. She, who had been lying on top of me, raised her hands, tightly gripping her long hair, and began
to scream even more piercingly. Then her eyes closed, and she collapsed backward, unconscious.

As she fell, her slender waist snapped in two, gushing out a large amount of thick
, white fluid.

In my dream, I fearfully pushed her lower body away, and as her lower body hit the ground, her rosy
vulva transformed into a gaping maw, continuously sucking my semen from my glans, then replacing it
with blood , until finally, with a scream, her vulva swallowed me whole.

"Ahhhhhh..." I woke up with a start, finding myself drenched in sweat.

"Hey! What's wrong? Why are you moaning in the middle of the night?" Zimo yelled at me.

I ignored him, just panting, "It was a dream..."

A day later, Bazai said he'd found a girl suitable for me.

I was shocked, thinking how could that be, and asked, "Who is she? How is she?"

"Hehe, don't be so inquisitive... You'll find out on the day of the camping trip, won't you?"

That day, I got into the car, looked up, and saw her! The girl I'd discussed things with not long ago—
it all clicked in my head, and I immediately realized it was Ba Zai's arrangement.

"This guy…" I muttered to myself.

As I walked down the aisle, I observed her. She was wearing a long blue dress with a
white top, looking much prettier than in that awful uniform she'd worn the other day.

Her long hair was tied up, radiating a charming aura.

As soon as she saw me, she greeted me with a bright smile.

I suddenly felt nervous and tiptoed to sit next to her.

I smelled a hint of perfume on her skin—not too strong, just a light, pleasant scent.

My heart pounded wildly; I completely forgot my previous opinions and views about girls.

I kept stealing glances at her the whole way.

"Hey! Talented guy, aren't you one of the top guys in our class? What's wrong? Can't
say ?"

"Stop nagging!" I turned to her with an innocent smile. "He's joking... joking..."

Her pretty face returned my smile.

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Night fell, and I was the only one lighting a campfire in the campsite. The rest of the people ran off in pairs to create a festive atmosphere,
while she helped me.

I can't cook, so after starting the fire and cooking the rice, I had to trouble her. I never expected her to prepare food
; it was rare, though it wasn't particularly delicious.

After we were ready, we went to call the others.

The bully and the slut seemed unable to hold back any longer, hiding behind a tree, panting softly.

When we found them, I noticed she seemed a little surprised, as if she didn't know
why we were camping here.

On the way back, we walked silently to each other. When our eyes met unintentionally, I noticed
a look in her eyes that seemed to ask for my protection, helpless and vulnerable.

Back at the fire, everyone else had started playing games, but we remained silent, watching the others perform.

Reflecting on the day I spent building the campsite, she had been by my side the whole time, asking all sorts of questions, like
an innocent little child. Gradually, I developed feelings for her.

As I ate dinner, I stole glances at her delicate face.

"Do I really want to have sex with her?" A big question mark appeared in my mind. I really didn't want to ruin her pure
image .

"What's wrong? Is there something on my face?"

She noticed me looking at her, then touched her cheek, her eyes fixed on me.

"Ah! No, no..." I came to my senses, my breath slightly ragged.

□■ Campsite for Sex

Kawada grabbed Xiaofang's hand, saying that the two of them were going for a walk alone, and then left the campfire area.

Bazai also dragged the slut he brought back to the tent.

Then Baldy, Qiqi, Dead Man, Lily, Self-Touch, and Wenmei all left, leaving only her and me still around
the fire.

At first, neither of us spoke, but after a while, we heard Ba Zi and Sao Huo panting from the tent.

Feeling a little embarrassed, I mustered my courage, took her hand, and said, "Shall we go to the stream
to see the flowing water?"

She blushed and accepted my invitation.

I held her hand the whole way, my heart pounding.

Her hand felt wonderful, even softer than it had a month ago. I wondered if her breasts and hips were
still the same.

Thinking about this, my mind raced, and my breathing became erratic.

We walked to the shore and found a relatively dry rock to sit on.

Listening to the sound of the water, I stole glances at her. She, who had seemed unremarkable during the day, now possessed an
irresistible charm.

Suddenly, she turned and gazed at me, and time seemed to stand still for us.

A gentle evening breeze wafted by, carrying her alluring scent and stirring the desire deep within me.

I called her name and pounced on her like a wolf…

I pinned her to the ground, my left hand pressing against her breast, discovering how
incredibly soft . My right hand lifted her skirt, revealing her smooth, white thighs and her white panties, covering her mature
genitals.

She was startled at first, then began to struggle, but the twisting motion made her exposed lower body even more alluring. The movement of
her body moved her breasts, making them even more tender and arousing my desire.

My breathing became more rapid, and my movements became bolder. My left hand forcefully rubbed her
breasts through her shirt, sometimes cupping them in my hand, sometimes using all five fingers to squeeze and knead them.

My penis gradually hardened.

Although she struggled and begged me not to do this, I ignored her. My right hand first reached inside her buttocks, penetrating
her panties and caressing her tender buttocks, then my right hand simply pulled down her panties.

The thick, dark pubic hair exposed outside her panties told me that she was a complete woman. Her struggling and swaying legs
made her rosy vulva appear and disappear, the little hole that could allow my engorged penis to enter and exit thirstily expanding and
pulsating, as if urging me to enter quickly, to ravage her, to possess her.

I couldn't remove her panties immediately, so in my haste, I tore them apart to hide my view. My left hand
intensified its fondling of her breasts, while my right fingers traced her dark pubic area, moving down to feel her soft labia,
and my middle finger caressed the opening of her vagina.

Soon after I touched her genitals, her initial struggles subsided and eventually stopped.

She turned her head away; though I couldn't see clearly in the darkness, I could tell she was trembling and sobbing. Her
pitiful sobs and the slow trembling of her body urged me to stop.

I struggled internally, but ultimately reason prevailed over desire.

I stopped to see what was wrong. I used my left hand to bring her face to meet mine, and found
tears welling in her eyes, her delicate body trembling uncontrollably, and her murmuring "no."

Seeing this, I suddenly felt a pang of pity.

Then, I removed my hands from her and sat up, my back to her.

Then, seeing that I had stopped, she pulled her legs up, dragged down my long skirt to cover her lower body,
straightened her clothes, and sat up straight, sobbing even more uncontrollably.

After a long while, when I heard her stop crying, I looked up at the starry sky and said, "If you didn't want to,
why did you come camping with us?"

I spoke as if scolding a little girl who had done something wrong, and she lowered her head without saying a word.

So we sat there in silence.

We stood motionless on the shore, the water flowing gently by.

After what seemed like an eternity, she slowly uttered, "I really can't."

Then she buried her head in her arms and cried again.

I hate seeing girls cry, and I started to feel a little embarrassed, so I said to myself, "
A should have known you shouldn't have come camping like this. I'm so
sorry, I'm so sorry... so sorry..."

After saying that, I turned to look at her, but she remained in the same position, without replying.

Seeing that she ignored me, I felt a bit annoyed and embarrassed, so I ignored her too.

The starry sky was brilliant, and in the quiet mountains,
the sounds echoed loudly in the silent valley.

I had to concentrate hard to stop thinking about them to block out these annoying sounds, but I could also hear Chuan Tian and Xiao Fang having sex
in the distance , and Tu Mao and the others.

It seemed like the echoes were all gathering towards me, taunting me, moaning about
how high they were going. The more

I listened, the angrier I got. I should never have come to this damn camping place. I should have stayed in my dorm by myself,
looking at nude photos, watching porn, and even masturbating while watching when I couldn't stand it anymore. How much more fun that would have been! Now I'm
sitting here alone, unable to do anything.

Just thinking about listening to them brag again the day after tomorrow, bragging about how brave they are, how they made them feel like they were in heaven.
It's just... #@$%!

The next morning, all the other couples were nowhere to be seen, off somewhere making out.

So the cooking duty fell to me again.

As I prepared, I mentally prepared for

the day. I noticed her emerge from her tent and head towards the stream.

A chill ran down my spine. I had originally been assigned to sleep in her tent, but because of yesterday's unpleasant
experience, I had taken my sleeping bag and gone to sleep by the fire.

After she washed up by the stream, I noticed from a distance that she let down her long hair and walked towards
me , sitting down beside me.

I stubbornly ignored her.

For a long time, neither of us uttered a word.

Later, I sneezed, and she actually draped her coat over me, saying, "Thank
you for not doing anything to me yesterday."

Hearing this, I was initially taken aback and was about to call out to her, but she turned and ran into the tent.
In the morning light, her flowing hair and graceful figure captivated me, and I forgot to call her back.

On the way back at noon, I kept watching her in the car, but she seemed to avoid my gaze, a gaze that was both affectionate and indifferent,
which deepened my special feelings for her.

"Could I have fallen in love with her?" I asked myself doubtfully

.

□■ Act Two - School

Back at school, Ba Zi immediately launched into a tirade: "Wow! It was my first time getting a blowjob, and it felt
amazing . We went at it for hundreds of rounds, and she was screaming and moaning. I was going to make her beg for mercy,
but this slut used this trick. I've never had this experience before, and I came after only two or three strokes. She thought
I was no good. I have to ask her out again this week and have another good time. I don't believe I can't
do it again, hehe. But speaking of which, this is the first time I've had so much fun with a slut. Before, those girls would just
touch my breasts, insert their penises, and then rub until I ejaculated. This is the first time I've had such a proactive girl..."

Ba Zi closed his eyes and began to fantasize about that night.

Then, with a pained expression, he said, "Damn! Look at Wenmei, this little chick, so petite. I thought even if
she wasn't a virgin, it wouldn't matter, but I didn't expect her 'hole' to be so wide. I wonder how many men she's been with.
When I was with her, it didn't feel very tight at all..."

"Your thing is too thin! Hahaha..."

He glared at him and continued, "Damn it, I wonder which 'big birds' she's been with.
This is really one of the blows to my manly pride. Otherwise, how could her 'hole' be so wide? And the worst part is, ugh,
my virginity has been deceived."

"Ha, forget it! It's because I spent a lot of money on the wrong person."

"Consider it your loss. Just think of her as the money you spent on a brothel once, and you'll feel better."

"Pah! Get lost!"

Baldy continued, "Hey! You guys don't have any emotional foundation, so your sex can't be called real pleasure. Either
like me and Qiqi, we talked and had sex at the same time. What do you call pleasure, Bazai? What part of Qiqi's body haven't I kissed,
haven't I rubbed with my penis, not to mention oral sex, anal sex, and breast sex, I've done it countless times. But this time
was the first time with her outdoors, in the cool stream... Ahhh... So good... Just thinking about it makes me hard
. Want me to teach you a few tricks?"

"Love? Everyone in the class knows that you bought Qiqi with your money, ha..."

"Hahaha! You pervert!"

Baldy saw that I didn't join the discussion, "Hey, Cai Zi, didn't you go too? How was your time?"

I leaned back in my chair, put my chin on my hand, and shook my head: "Sigh, don't say anything, if you don't want me to do it, you don't want
me to do it,"

I said, somewhat unwillingly, using slanderous words, "Too soft-hearted."

"Idiot! Can't you just force yourself on her?"

"I used it!" "

You still can't get her on you after using it? Did she 'ruin' you? Take it off so we can see..."

"Hey, don't touch me! What do you mean 'ruined'? I just saw she really didn't want it, so..."

"Stupid! You really believe she's a virgin?" "

Please! What kind of good person would go camping like that? Maybe she's just pretending to be
innocent special experience..."

"This..."

"Idiot... you've short-circuited from studying..."

The more they talked, the more outrageous it became, and I started to get annoyed.

"Eh—, mind your own business!" I said, but deep down I didn't believe her
actions that night could lie to me, especially the next morning...

After this camping trip, it seemed like I was the only virgin left among all the boys in the class.

"Oh well!"

Although I said that, deep down I still hoped for such an opportunity, you know, you're a boy! It
would be a lie to say I had absolutely no interest in this kind of thing, especially since at our age, it's easy to have
fantasies .

I thought to myself, since I don't have the "ruthlessness" to make a move on the opposite sex, what's the fun in participating in social events? So
after that, I stopped participating in any social events in my class. Seeing some classmates paired up, and having had more than
one , I

couldn't help but feel a bit wistful. Later, some people saw how depressed I was and couldn't bear it, so they wanted to introduce me to girlfriends, but I refused.
One younger girl even hinted that if I didn't have a girlfriend, then she...

For some reason, like making amends after doing something wrong, I kept thinking that if
that girl was traumatized by my actions after that incident, and developed a fear of men, then I
would be in deep trouble .

To put my mind at ease, I avoided social events altogether, and I avoided dating.

I gave up on the idea of having a romantic encounter in high school.

Now that my mind was at peace, my studies gradually improved, and I started to rank at the top of my class.

Entering our senior year of high school, my group of best friends clashed with the dorm supervisor and instructors because of a book being discovered,
so we all moved out and found a place near the school, still living together.

Senior year was hectic and busy; I was constantly busy preparing for the university entrance exams. Although we ate and lived together,
I gradually felt distant from our colorful friends.

Time flies

. Day after day, Ba Zi remained unchanged, hooking up with girls, cheating on girls. Starting with that slut, Ba Zi also started
"sleeping with girls."

He felt there were still many women in the world and vowed not to marry until he had filled a thousand "holes." Changing girlfriends became
commonplace , and they would often break up shortly after, but they always parted amicably because they were all very
open-minded girlfriends!

However, he insisted on not dating demure, devoted girls, because, according to him, "
once it's never-ending."

For over a year, nothing much happened. I really don't know how he and those girls managed to avoid pregnancy. Just
the number of girls he slept with, aside from their sexually promiscuous attitudes which I don't like, is at least
twenty .

But this caused me a lot of trouble, because I often had to leave my room to let them have their way, especially
walking alone in the bleak north wind.

Later, I simply stayed at school for evening self-study, so much so that even I,
who .

Baldy and Qi Qi had regular get-togethers, and naturally, they both did it in some high-end hotels (
otherwise, with those two, wouldn't I be unable to even get back to the dorm?). Afterwards, Baldy would usually give them something.
Qiqi, well, Baldy's family is incredibly wealthy, they can afford such expenses.

Therefore, I often suspected that Qiqi was only after Baldy's money, which is why they were seeing each other.

Indeed, the two broke up six months ago. Baldy's reason was that he was afraid Qiqi would get pregnant, so he started using
condoms. But Qiqi thought Baldy was just playing with her and didn't genuinely want to be with her, so she resolutely broke
up .

I had felt this was strange from the start, and it turned out to be true. Six months ago, Baldy's family
started thoroughly investigating where his living expenses went and imposed "economic sanctions" on him. Qiqi didn't get any benefits, so naturally
she broke up with him.

Qiqi's change of heart, living with a man who had already entered the workforce, and now several months pregnant,
caused Baldy considerable depression for a while.

The most dramatic thing was his experience with Wenmei.

He and Wenmei had only slept together once a year ago. A month ago, Wenmei and her family suddenly came to him,
saying she was pregnant with his child, about to give birth, and demanding he take responsibility.

Thus, the pathetic man, unable to defend himself, was framed and expelled from school. Worse still, he was forced to marry Wenmei, a
woman we brothers privately considered "promiscuous," even lower than a slut. This
was mainly because a slut would choose someone she found attractive, while Wenmei was indiscriminate
. Rumor had it she once slept with a clothing store owner because she couldn't afford a dress, and so on.

It was all his fault for being so clueless about social etiquette; after sleeping with Wenmei, he gleefully broadcast it everywhere and
left photos as proof.

Now Wenmei is pregnant from an affair, and the man claims it's her child, refusing to take responsibility
or pay for an abortion.

In desperation, Wenmei wants a scapegoat, as her family is unwilling to raise the child,
and so is she. Therefore, her solution is marriage, regardless of feelings; she'll just
marry anyone, then divorce, thus getting rid of the child and finding peace.

So, the guy who even admitted to having an affair with her was the one who suffered the most. 　　But

there was nothing he could do, otherwise she would have sued him for abandonment. Even more regrettable was that he hadn't considered the advantage of the time difference; by the time he found out, Wenmei had already taken a large sum of divorce money and "flew away." 　　He had once sworn to sleep with every woman in the world, but in the end, his woman was slept with by every man in the world —alas ! 　　As for the "dead man" and Lily, they actually became lovers after that camping trip. 　　The "dead man," who never slept sixteen hours a day, surprisingly stayed up all night writing love letters and even stared blankly thinking about Lily. 　　From then on, we, the Six Heroes of the Wind and Dust, understood the great power of love. 　　It's also worth mentioning that these two were very pragmatic. After failing to finish their senior year of high school, they dropped out against their families' objections, went to work together , and lived together, just like a married couple. 　　At first, I thought they were just joking, or even just being stubborn with their families, and that they separate because their dreams shattered. 　　But it turns out that independence made their love stronger, and hardship made them more united. 　　The last time the "dead man" came back, he was full of energy, saying that if they saved enough money, they would open a flower shop, get married, and have a son and a daughter. 　　We were speechless, dumbfounded, and on the verge of tears. 　　Ever since that girl named Xiaofang invited Kawada to live with us in our dorm, his situation has been unclear. He hasn't even come to class. Recently, his family came to the school demanding his return, and that's when we realized he was missing. 　　But six months ago, after Kawada returned to the dorm looking haggard and borrowed money from us, we officially lost contact. 　　Therefore, we were powerless . 　　Later, his family told the school, and the professor relayed the information back to us, revealing that Xiaofang had never lived there at all. 　　After graduation, I successfully entered university. 　　The "dead man" and Lily really opened a flower shop, and business was pretty good. 　　Perhaps because of the debt I've owed her over the past few years, or perhaps it's better to say I miss her, I didn't, like , frantically date girlfriends after entering university. Instead, I immersed myself in the realm of knowledge, trying my best to enrich myself. 　　I spent most of my free time with my best friend from high school, partly because I had nowhere else to go, and partly because I still got along better with my close friends from high school. 　　I asked Lily about that girl's situation, but Lily could offer very little help. Firstly, Lily dropped out of school halfway through, and secondly, she didn't have many friends among those "good girl" types. 　　Lily could only tell me what subjects she liked, how good her grades were, and how many times she'd been named a model student. 　　Hearing these things, I could only smile bitterly; telling her was pointless. 　　As the first semester of my freshman year passed, I don't know why, but my longing for her intensified . I could only think of her, looking at the old photos we took together, desperately hoping to see her again. ------------------------------------------------------------ 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　□■A Second Encounter 　　One day, I skipped class to rest. When I got to the College of Arts, I unexpectedly saw her—the girl I had "raped" but failed to seduce during our camping trip. I never imagined she'd gotten into this college too 　　. "Great! I've been holed up in the College of Science all this time, no wonder I haven't seen her." 　　Overjoyed, I ran over to chat her up. 　　When she saw me, all the embarrassing memories of the past flooded back, her face flushed, and she looked at me with a reproachful gaze. She didn't seem inclined to ignore me and hurriedly walked away, leaving me alone. 　　Thinking about it, it made sense. I had done such an embarrassing thing to her before; it was understandable that she disliked me. 　　But after I went back, my "hormones went haywire," and I became infatuated with her like a madman. Over the years, with each passing , my longing for her only grew stronger. 　　When I told my best friends from high school about my long-term plan to marry her, everyone looked surprised . Even though Ba Zi later warned me that a girl like that was fine for casual flings, but definitely not a wife, and criticized me for going on camping trips, saying that someone who participated in such activities couldn't be a good person, and Zi Mo also warned me not to be naive and to not be like him.

Being framed by Wenmei was just as unlucky as I was. Why should I get so attached to a girl I'd only known for a few days? However

, what's said is said, but what's heard is often unclear. This is a great opportunity because she hasn't been taken by anyone yet, so I'm determined to pursue her. 　　My best friend's words only made me more confused. 　　In high school, I always imagined my future girlfriend/wife to be pure and innocent, untouched by worldly affairs—in other words, like in ancient times, never leaving the house, devoted only to her husband; to put it bluntly, she must be a virgin who has never experienced any sexual relations. 　　But when love comes, it leaves me bewildered. Before making a decision, I even tried to convince myself, in a cliché way, how promiscuous she was, how many men she'd slept with after that camping trip, and yet I still liked her. 　　But every time I saw her on campus, I liked her even more. Just seeing her bright smile would lift my spirits and make me forget all my worries. My joy and sorrow danced with hers, and this unrequited love made me increasingly unable to control myself. Her deep, affectionate gaze finally broke me. 　　So I started to "spread the word" and put it into action. 　　This was a month after my chance encounter with her in the Faculty of Arts. 　　We were strangers in our first year, friends in the following year, close friends in the next, and after graduation in our final year , I took her home to meet my family and friends, and she announced our relationship to them. A simple love is the true test of time. Our relationship didn't turn out like the tragic love stories 　　portrayed on television . 　　We had no rivals, no family opposition, and no history of incest between our families. 　　Everything proceeded slowly, yet it was all the more heartwarming. 　　As my enlistment date approached, I was constantly afraid she would leave me, and I even considered using sex to strengthen my bond with her. 　　But given my personality, I never dared to bring it up, and I was even more certain that even if I did, she wouldn't agree, just like that night five years ago. 　　However, as my enlistment date drew closer, my emotions and anxieties became increasingly volatile. 　　Until the night before I left for the north, we had our last date. 　　It was past ten o'clock, and we went for a walk along the river to enjoy the night view. 　　There weren't many pedestrians along the riverbank, and under the dim streetlights, I looked at her, but a nameless worry lingered in my mind. 　　She already had a job, while I had no financial stability; during my military service, I could only visit her once every few weeks, while her male colleagues could share her emotional burdens anytime, which was incredibly disadvantageous for me. 　　Lost in thought, I drifted into a reverie. 　　"Why are you so downcast?" she asked, turning around about five meters ahead of me. 　　"It's nothing... I'm leaving you tomorrow... I'm a little reluctant..." I answered slowly. 　　"Are you worried about me?" 　　She put her hands behind her back, walked over and looked at me. 　　"Yes..." 　　I knew this was my last chance, and I had to seize it. 　　So I walked away from her and headed towards the river railing alone, slowly voicing my worries as I walked. 　　After speaking, I turned around and looked at her. 　　"Can... you... wait... for... me... for... these... two... years...?" 　　I finished each word slowly and deliberately. 　　Time seemed to freeze at that moment. 　　After hearing this, she trembled slightly as if suddenly struck by a blow, then without saying a word, she walked up to me with serious and determined steps, took the initiative to put her arms around my neck, and under the dim streetlights, ignoring the stares of passersby, gave me a deep kiss that I had never dared to hope for in college. 　　She nestled in my arms, trembling, her voice choked with sobs, "Don't you believe me at all? I don't know how to express my love for you anymore..." 　　She looked up at me, genuine, glistening tears rolling down her cheeks, a sight that evoked pity. 　　I wiped away her tears with my fingers, and then we embraced tightly again. "I know, Darling ..." 　　Life in the military was like a desert, but I had her as my oasis. 　　Thankfully, our love remained strong, and we finally finished my service and were able to be together . 　　I didn't dare slack off; I immediately looked for a job. Although the process wasn't entirely smooth, I eventually became an office worker. 　　Once I had a job, some financial stability, and could somewhat match her income, I began my second step —marriage planning. 　　After starting work, whenever I had a day off, I would go to her house to be with her. When I got paid, I would buy her gifts, write letters, send flowers, request songs for her... and so on. 　　Furthermore, because I had a good relationship with her family, they were all very welcoming to me, an "outsider," especially her five-year-old cousin, who would often ask me when his older sister was going to marry her older brother, making her blush. 　　Her parents also frequently hinted that she was of marriageable age and that it would be better to decide sooner rather than later. 　　It wasn't that I hadn't brought it up, but she always brushed me off with "Let's wait a while longer." 　　Finally, a year and a half after I started working, after what felt like the umpteenth proposal, she agreed to marry me. That day was the same day I had first met her in the dorm. 　　I was surprised by this deliberately orchestrated coincidence and realized how much she cherished the day we first met. So, we chose the date of our camping trip eight years ago to get married. The night before our wedding, my best friend's words kept replaying in my mind, and all the worries I had deliberately ignored 　　for years because of our sweet love surged back into my heart. 　　Although I had prepared myself mentally, I couldn't shake off this sense of imperfection. 　　Although I often visited her home and we talked about everything under the sun, from classical Chinese to classical Chinese, covering almost every topic, I never asked her a single question about her past relationships. I didn't know if she had ever had a boyfriend before, and several times I impulsively wanted to ask her directly if she was a virgin. Even on the eve of our wedding, after our last meeting and a passionate kiss under the moonlight, I almost asked her that question after saying goodbye with reluctance. 　　Although I've tried to convince myself of this over the years, I must admit that traditional male chauvinism still lingers in my heart.

Once, I even dreamt that she was with another man, and I felt lost and confused all day.

Besides, I love her very much now; I can't live without her, and I don't want to hurt her.

If this hadn't happened to her, she might just laugh at my pettiness, but what if she had?
Then there would inevitably be some kind of rift and generation gap between us, and we would never be able to face each other honestly.

So I've never taken this gamble.

Lying in bed, tossing and turning, I finally came to a conclusion: "Forget it, what I want is for her
to love me wholeheartedly now, and to take care of me wholeheartedly after marriage. I don't care if she's a virgin, I don't care about her past..." I

said to myself as I lay in bed.

"...It's a lie to say I don't care at all..."

My thoughts shifted.

"...Ah...don't think about such pointless things anymore..."

I covered my head with the pillow and scolded myself harshly.

Yet, an inexplicable sense of loss lingered in my heart, refusing to leave.

I know I still have some regrets.

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□■Relief

On our wedding night, I picked her up from the bathroom door after her shower and carried her to bed.

Under the dim light of the art lamp, I gazed at her; her cheeks were still rosy, but she was now my
wife . She wouldn't run away, and I wouldn't let her slip from my arms.

I kissed her cheek, cupped her pretty face in my hands, and said, "Eight years ago, I really wouldn't have imagined
you would be my future wife. Back then, I was just playing around."

I leaned forward and kissed her lips.

My hand slipped inside her bathrobe, gliding over her abdomen and resting on her chest.

She shifted uncomfortably, saying coquettishly, "So now you're just playing around too?"

I squeezed her breasts; they were so soft, so tender, so smooth, much fuller than eight years ago.

"Yes!" I joked, my left hand sliding to her buttocks.

"What!" Her almond-shaped eyes widened in surprise.

I sealed her lips with mine again, wrapped my arms around her waist, and rolled her around on the bed. I plunged my
tongue sucking her saliva, and then said to her, "Aren't I going to play with you 'now'?"

"Okay! You're so naughty!" she chuckled softly.

"Then let's do it again!" I said.

My right hand caressed her nipples, while my left hand pulled off her bathrobe.

Her figure was well-proportioned, her breasts perfectly shaped with two pink nipples, the fiery areolas seeming eager
for me to lick and suck them.

I held her fair legs, but she slightly lifted them to cover herself, as if embarrassed to
be seen .

That tuft of dark pubic hair had grown quite a bit in the past eight years, and beneath the darkness was a moist vulva. My
penis gradually hardened.

The feeling of caressing that place eight years ago resurfaced in my mind; I wondered if it was still slightly wet now?

I reached out and stroked her with my fingers.

She trembled slightly, her breath quickening as she said, "This action has affected me for eight years."

I replied, "Darling, I frightened you eight years ago..."

Then my fingers gently caressed her there, slowly, gradually becoming wet.

With each caress, she trembled slightly, gazing at me with deep affection, a bitter smile on her face. I gently bit her
earlobe, "...I'm sorry..."

Then I buried my face in her chest, feeling her trembling with my cheek, inhaling her fragrance with my nose, and
sucking on her nipples with my lips and tongue, completely intoxicated by this enchanting scene.

Pressed against her breasts, I hastily removed my clothes.

Then I propped myself up with my hands, gazing at her.

At this moment, her delicate face was flushed with a rosy blush, making her even more alluring.

Because I had seen her when she was young, and had caressed her as a girl, I found her mature
charm , driving me wild and infatuated.

More importantly, we could now be together legitimately. Having pursued her for years, this
precious first night was all the more valuable to me, because it was hard-won after all!

We intertwined our fingers, lifted her arms, and placed them beside the pillow, palms pressed
against the bed.

She cooperated by spreading her legs, positioning me between them, then shifting her body so that my penis
could easily enter her vagina with a slight push.

We maintained this position for a while.

During this time, we waited silently for each other.

My eyes must have been burning with desire, making her avoid eye contact; occasionally, our eyes met, and she would
blush shyly.

This period of stillness felt like a request for permission to enter her. I slowly waited for her to
prepare herself. After all, she was mine now; there was no need to rush, I
told .

A moment later, the accidental touch of my glans to her labia intensified her trembling, and my penis became
intensely hot with stimulation.

The moment of intercourse finally arrived. As if knowing that what had to be done was still to be done, she nodded slightly,
indicating that I could enter her. Then she closed her eyes, pressed her lips tightly together, took a deep breath, her voice soft but
tinged with nervousness.

Now it was my turn to tremble; I didn't dare to enter her immediately.

I closed my eyes, recalling the methods on the videotape, and with a mixture of excitement and nervousness, I
slowly forward, breaking through that thin membrane. Only when I entered her soft, warm, and moist vagina
did the weight lift from my heart.

For eight years, she had haunted my dreams, and she was still perfect.

All these days, she had remained the partner I fantasized about during masturbation.

In my fantasy, we roll around making love under a starry night sky, the faint starlight illuminating her soft
breasts. Our breaths linger on the quiet grass as we make love, and after our climax, we fall into
a deep sleep, embracing each other...

I thrust slowly, the vaginal walls a little tight, yet this intensified the pleasure in my glans. My beloved
opened , letting out soft breaths. With each full insertion of my penis, I could feel
the trembling from the initial discomfort in her lower body…

I fantasized about her lying naked on a large, water-soaked rock in a deserted, shallow lake, her
breasts, raised by the rock's curves, at my kneading, at my sucking; her spread legs, at my control, at my mercy. Finally, amidst the thunderous roar of
the waterfall I ejaculated countless sperm into her body, and we both collapsed from exhaustion after the passion. In the shallow
pool …

I gradually increased the speed of my thrusts, and her moans grew louder. The hotel waterbed
swayed with our pushes and pulls, making a splashing sound…

I had also fantasized in the bathroom about taking a bath together, with her squatting beside me as I lay down, bending over to suck
my penis, and then, unable to resist, she sat on my erect penis, while I grasped her breasts from behind, and we
made love intensely amidst our frantic breathing, reaching our climax when the water in the bath reached its highest point…

I gripped her hands tightly, thrusting at a rapid pace, my body almost pressed against hers.

She breathed softly and rapidly, tiny beads of sweat glistening on her face. Her breasts, swaying back and forth
, were covered with the sweat dripping from my penetration. Her nipples brushed against my chest like fingertips…

I had fantasized that we were already a couple, that I would press my lower body against her tender buttocks as she busily prepared dinner on the kitchen counter
, impatiently entering her from behind, my hands reaching out from behind to grasp her breasts, passionately
rubbing them up and down. Amidst the sizzling sound of frying fish, we would both pant and enjoy the pleasure of our siblings rubbing together,
ejaculating as the soup overflowed from the pot, and then eating our burnt dinner naked at the table…

I could feel how wet our joined bodies were, her soft vagina stimulating my red glans, sending
currents of passion through my brain. My heart seemed to rise with each thrust.

I opened my eyes and looked at the place where we were joined. A clear liquid flowed from her vagina, spreading across
her labia with my penile thrusting in and out, wetting her crimson vulva, allowing my glans to enter and exit her
body with minimal friction.

This was my first time, and hers too. It was so wonderful for me; I wondered if she
felt the same way?

Time passed, and I began to feel tired, but the momentum of my thrusting didn't slow down.
Her moans accompanied each thrust, intermittent and intermittent.

We were both dominated by the pleasure of our union.

Gradually, my consciousness began to blur, my lower body filled with heat, brimming with countless
sperm ready to be released. I thrust into her with all my might, while her legs tightly wrapped around my waist, squeezing even
tighter as the moment of climax approached.

The two of us shaking violently, amplified by the waterbed, felt like an earthquake, or a volcanic
eruption.

Finally, with the final thrust, I plunged my penis into her body. There was no strength or time to withdraw.
Then the world seemed to end. After we both screamed our last breaths, the entire earth exploded, and all consciousness
vanished…

I released her hand, my exhausted body collapsing onto her, my rapid, erratic breathing gradually
returning to normal.

She opened her arms and hugged me tightly, her breaths faintly mingling with pleading for me not to leave her.

At that moment, I felt like the happiest person in the world.

After the waves of pleasure subsided, I extended my tongue to meet hers, our tongues nimbly touching,
then we plunged our lips into each other's, passionately sucking.

I don't know how much time passed, but we remained tightly embracing, afraid to let the passion of our encounter fade.

Finally, the heat subsided, and we reluctantly separated.

She lay on her side against my chest, her right leg straddling my genitals, allowing the point of our recent passion to remain joined. Her
long, flowing hair, damp with sweat, clung haphazardly to my chest.

Her left breast pressed against my chest, her vagina gripping my limp penis inside her.

I reached out my right hand and rested it against hers, gently pinching and playing with her right nipple.

A moment later, she sneezed softly.

"Are you cold?" I pulled up the thin blanket beside me and covered her shoulders.

"Honey," she asked me seductively, "do you really love me?"

"Hmm…it's just me in this world…" I replied lazily, then
kissed .

She smiled contentedly.

"And you?" I countered, but she didn't answer.

"Darling, do you know why I went camping eight years ago?" she nestled in my arms,
speaking thoughtfully.

"Right! Why did you want to go? Such an obviously inappropriate…overnight stay…why did you
go?" Suddenly, I remembered the stream eight years ago, and the "nonsense" my friends had told me, and a sense of unease crept into my heart, my tone hardening. 　　Because it certainly wasn't something a typical girl should do; could it be that her true nature wasn't so innocent after all…just as Ba Zi

had said . 　　So, even if she gave me her virginity, but before that she had had many "dry" encounters with other men, then her "virginity" meant absolutely nothing to me! 　　If I had to choose, I would rather she had lost her virginity because of her unrequited love, than be a woman who only upheld the last layer of her "hymen" while the rest of her body was "open." 　　Thinking about this, for some reason, I began to feel that the importance of our love and the steadfastness of our spirit far outweighed physical perfection. 　　"What's wrong?" She looked up at me gently, clearly unaware of the change in my tone. 　　Then she pressed her entire chest against mine and moved her breasts slightly, deliberately stimulating me. Suddenly, I felt my penis, still inside her, harden again. 　　She kissed my lips with a smile, and said in a satisfied and happy tone, "I always believed you would be my husband, which is why I never had a boyfriend." 　　"Huh?" 　　"I had already fallen in love with you back then. I went there just to meet you!" 　　Then she stood up to face me, raising an arm in front of me, "I just didn't know that night you..."

"She treated me like this, so I'm so sad that the person I like is..."

She pointed at me, smiling brightly, and said, "...you big pervert..."

"Fine! You..."

She sealed my lips with hers, preventing me from continuing, and I understood what she meant, so I didn't say anything more. I
took advantage of the situation and rolled over, pinning her down again.

"Alright! I'll take back what I didn't do that day!"

At this moment, her smile was even more radiant. "Ah...pervert..."

And so, the prince and princess lived happily ever after...

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