【The Allure of the Night】(Part 1: Su Mei)

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Following the address written by An Gongzi, I found an old residential area. The blackened steel pipe gate
, the cramped gatehouse made of cement bricks, the dilapidated cement flower beds, and the sparse, half-dead shrubs
all exposed the poverty and shabbyness of the residents. Although I had somewhat prepared myself, seeing this
scene still lowered my expectations. Before setting off,
I hesitated for a moment about whether to bring flowers or cigarettes and alcohol as gifts, which now seems quite funny. If I had appeared here with a bouquet of flowers
, I would have attracted a lot of attention, completely contradicting my intention to keep a low profile.
The area was almost deserted; the old man in the gatehouse sat there in a daze, and he didn't even blink as I passed in front of him
. Building 9, Unit 1, Room 301… The wooden door in front of me was peeling paint, and a
plastic bag full of trash—fish scales and vegetable scraps—stood by the door. I composed myself and knocked.
The door opened only half a foot, revealing half a face. My first impression was of her whiteness.
A pair of bright, lively eyes graced her delicate, fair face. She smiled slightly at me and quickly lowered her head: “You’re here!”
She opened the door and bent down to take a pair of slippers from the shoe cabinet for me.
In that instant, I saw a blush rise to her fair neck.
After placing the slippers down, she said, “I’m still cooking, please have a seat,” and ran into the kitchen.
Before entering, she glanced back at me quickly with a smile.
I suddenly understood why Mr. An had given her the code name “Nightingale.”
Locals often speak Mandarin with a heavy southern accent, making it difficult to understand. But not only did she have no accent,
her tone was gentle and melodious, instantly evoking affection.
The living room wasn't large, but it was exceptionally tidy. Hand-crocheted cushions adorned the fabric sofa, and
a pot of green tea was already brewed on a small coffee table. The furniture was clearly from ten years ago, but the woman of the house had taken
excellent care of it. This suddenly gave me a warm feeling, like stepping into Mother Fox's den.
I didn't sit down for tea, but followed her into the kitchen, leaning against the doorframe to admire her busy figure. She
was the average height of a southern girl, probably around 162 cm. She wore an apron that cinched her waist, and her hairstyle was a
typical "young woman's bun," with a few strands swaying as she moved. She wore
pink Hello Kitty slippers, revealing the girlish spirit within this young woman.
I made a little noise, walked behind her, and softly asked, "Need any help?" while flashing my brightest smile
to greet her as she turned around.
She was almost a head shorter than me. Looking up at me with a mixture of surprise and shyness
, she said, "No need. It'll be ready soon... You can wait outside!"
I saw a small stew pot bubbling away beside me. Lifting the lid, I saw fish head tofu soup.
I took an exaggerated deep breath, "It smells so good!" making a drooling face.
She chuckled, her expression relaxing. She flipped the pot over and pushed me out of the kitchen with both hands:
"I told you to wait outside..."
Hearing her soft, coquettish voice, my heart skipped a beat, secretly pleased that the trip hadn't been in vain.
Sitting on the sofa, drinking tea and watching the mindless cartoons of the time, I slowly began to imagine
her face. If I had to give her a score, it would be at most an 80. Her flaws were slightly light eyebrows and slightly
protruding teeth. But her fair skin and pleasant voice were definitely pluses. Plus, her face is the petite type I like
, about the size of a palm. I didn't pay much attention to her breasts and buttocks, but her waist is slender, so her figure shouldn't be too bad... I just
wonder if her skin on her body is as white as her face and neck... Thinking of this, I suddenly realized that I had unconsciously
let out a lewd smile.
She brought out the last two dishes, saw me watching cartoons, and smiled again.
I stood up and asked defiantly, "What's wrong? Can't I watch cartoons? It means I'm still a child at heart
!"
This made her laugh again.
While she was still clearing the dishes, I started opening the bottle of red wine I had brought. Without giving her
a chance to refuse, I asked her to bring two glasses to have a drink with me. For a first date, you can't be too cautious, so
I only chose a bottle of ordinary dry red wine that cost a little over 300 yuan.
She hesitated slightly, then blushed again, and silently
took out two stemmed glasses from the cabinet.
The two stemmed glasses had a unique design and excellent craftsmanship; they were obviously not ordinary. A thought suddenly struck me, reminding me of
something. But I didn't bring it up, simply pouring each of our glasses a small sip.
We sat down facing each other, the atmosphere slightly awkward. I raised my glass first, thanking her for preparing such a delicious meal, and suggested
I drink the first sip while she drank half. Seemingly pleased with my politeness, she relaxed after her small sip
.
I began by praising her cooking, offering compliments and suggestions, finally piquing her curiosity
. She asked if I ever cooked.
This was a topic for conversation. During my military service, I was stationed in northern Xinjiang, where I had to prepare most of my own food and drink. Now, as a
businesswoman, I travel throughout the country, entertaining guests and socializing, so I naturally have considerable knowledge of food. Just considering this fish head tofu
soup, what are the characteristics of the Nanchang Tan fish head, what are the secrets of the five-star chef at the Wuhan Jinjiang Hotel,
what unique techniques do the boatmen at the Songhua River guesthouses possess… Clearly, my experiences piqued her interest.
I changed the subject, saying with a hint of arrogance, "Your master passed on so many secrets to you without you even realizing it, you
should at least repay me, right?" As I spoke, I casually poured her half a glass.
She was practically forced to toast me, but I seized the opportunity to urge her to take a deep sip. I drank it with her, secretly
chuckling to myself: If women don't get drunk, how can men have a chance?
After eating a bite of food, I started another conversation: "Well, I only have three great passions in life. First, playing basketball,
a habit I picked up during my time in the army; second, good food—when I eat something delicious, I think about how to cook it; and third…"
I left her hanging, looking directly into her attentive eyes and giving her a suggestive smile.
She understood immediately. Perhaps it was the alcohol taking effect, but two red clouds quickly rose to her face, even her fair neck
turned slightly pink.
Not wanting to get to the point so quickly, I changed the subject again.
The first meal is always the easiest; everything is fresh and new. I controlled the pace and atmosphere of the conversation,
making her happy with jokes and banter, while simultaneously coaxing and pressuring her to down a third of the bottle of red wine. Seeing that her alcohol
tolerance was indeed limited, and she was already seven-tenths drunk, her eyes glazed, her face like a peach blossom, I didn't want her to get really drunk.
So I finished the rest of the wine and started eating.
Being a soldier, I ate faster and had a larger appetite than most. Looking up at
her, I almost had a hallucination: her gentle expression as she watched me wolf down my food was almost one of tenderness and adoration.
My heart skipped a beat, and I told myself: Don't overdo the act; I can't go back to being a shareholder after all this stock speculation.
After dinner, she cleared the dishes while I continued drinking tea and watching TV, pondering how to move on to the next part.
She fiddled around in the kitchen for a while, then went straight into the bedroom instead of the living room.
A short while later, carrying several pieces of underwear, she lowered her head and tiptoed into the bathroom,
avoiding my gaze as she passed. Seeing her shy expression, I couldn't help but laugh, causing her to hurry into the bathroom and quickly
close the door.
Hearing the gentle sound of running water, my lust was aroused. I imagined her alluring body in the steamy mist
, and my penis began to stir.
Perhaps it was impatience, or perhaps women are just that troublesome, but it felt like she had been showering for a full half hour, and the water
was still running. A mischievous thought crossed my mind, and I went to the bathroom door and knocked.
A slightly nervous voice came from inside: "Hey... what are you doing?"
I said with a smile, "I can't hold it anymore, I need to pee!"
After a while, she said, "Wait a minute, almost done!"
A few more minutes passed before the door finally opened. She was flushed, more beautiful than a peach blossom,
wearing a floral print slip dress. Perhaps finding it too revealing, she wore a thin, round-neck short-sleeved t-shirt underneath, barely covering
her upper body. Like a beauty emerging from a bath, a few strands of wet hair clung to her neck and shoulders, adding to her allure.
I chuckled and blocked her way, preventing her from leaving. This provoked her to pout, raising her fists
as if to hit me. Instinctively, I grabbed her arms, the smooth skin against my skin, and couldn't resist any longer, lowering my head to kiss her
red lips. She turned away, struggling several times, repeatedly saying, "Don't... don't do this... take a shower first
..."
I thought to myself, good things should be savored slowly. So I suppressed my lust, let her go, and started taking a shower.
On the way, she timidly knocked on the door, bringing me a new towel and a men's bathrobe. I jokingly pretended to
pull her in, but she was prepared, giggling and running away.
The bathrobe was quite long; it fit me well at 1.8 meters tall. Upon closer inspection, it was a top
brand, made of real silk and velvet. I naturally knew what it meant, and my excitement subsided somewhat.
When I came out, she was sitting on the sofa, feigning composure, her eyes fixed on the television, which was showing a
ridiculous war drama.
Having made my move earlier, I didn't want to be cautious anymore. I casually sat down next to her,
gently put my arm around her shoulder, smoothed her hair with my other hand, gently sniffed her neck, exclaimed
how fragrant she smelled, and kissed her. She couldn't hold back any longer; her body trembled slightly.
I captured her earlobe with my lips, kissing and nibbling, pouring my heavy breath into her ear canal. Stealing
a glance, I saw she had already closed her eyes, an expression of utter surrender. Only her trembling eyelashes and heavy breathing betrayed
her secret desires.
My right hand began its assault, moving upwards, caressing her rounded upper arm, reaching behind her back, easily unhooking her
bra. Just as I turned back to the front, ready to grasp those two soft mounds, she began to struggle.
I chuckled inwardly, thinking, "I'm already at the bowstring, is it too late?"
She suddenly opened her eyes, looking directly at me: "You haven't told me your name yet."
I…
although Young Master An had already explained it was just a one-night stand. I assumed she understood. I hadn't expected
her to ask me this question.
After only half a second of hesitation, I told the truth: "My surname is Ye, my name is Ye Xing. You can call me Brother Ye."
She seemed to silently murmur "Ye Xing" twice, then said, "My surname is Su, my name is Su Mei."
I knew her intentions. "I'll remember," I said with a wicked smile. "Let's see just how tender and beautiful you are."
One hand slipped deep into her forbidden territory, grasping one of her breasts. She let out a soft moan, closing her eyes, unable to look at me.
The freshly peeled chicken head meat in my hand wasn't exactly succulent, but it was soft as cotton in my grasp, smooth to the touch, and
the little red nipple on it was already quietly erect. I rubbed it slightly with the base of my thumb, eliciting a few barely audible moans from her
. My desire burned fiercely, and I pushed her down onto the sofa, pressing down on her, kissing her lips and
nibbling them carefully, my hands roaming up and down, my erect penis rubbing against the flesh between her legs.
Su Mei's eyes were tightly closed, her face flushed. Her little tongue, unable to withstand my repeated thrusts, finally extended and
intertwined with mine. Just as I freed my hand to pull down her panties, she grabbed them, looking at me pleadingly
, "Please don't do it here... please go inside, okay?"
I smiled and said, "No way." I got up, swept her up in my arms, and carried her into the bedroom. I
tossed her onto the bed and began undressing her.
She resisted, but I had her completely naked. In the light of the living room, I carefully examined
the woman's body that would be mine tonight: as I expected, her skin was white and tender, without a single mole. Because of her shyness,
she curled up, which only accentuated her firm, rounded buttocks, making me determined that I couldn't miss the opportunity for doggy style tonight. Her breasts
were larger than they felt to the touch, with areolas the size of coins, very light in color, and nipples the size of soybeans, already erect.
She covered her face with her hands, seemingly aware of my scrutiny, and begged me to close the door so the room would be dark.
I refused. I replied, "Seeing is believing." I took off my robe and covered her delicate body.
At this point, I was no longer in a hurry. I left kisses and caresses on her ears, neck, shoulders, back, and lower abdomen,
but avoided her breasts and genitals, teasing her until her brows furrowed and her legs crossed.
When I kissed her lips again, she reacted passionately, embracing me tightly, her tongue entering my mouth
, her legs opening and closing, silently expressing her desire.
It was time to pluck.
I grasped my throbbing member, searching for the entrance in her pubic area. Her lower body was already
wet. When the head of my penis found that slippery spot, I gently pushed in half an inch, and we both paused simultaneously.
It felt so good!
Even though it was well-lubricated, I still paused several times during the advance.
The beauty beneath me frowned slightly, pushing against my chest several times, urging me to slow down. Only after I was fully inside
did I experience her tightness and rhythm.
Some women's vaginas are tight at the front and loose at the back, some are loose at the front and tight at the back, and some are completely loose. But a vagina like hers, where
a gentle little hand evenly and evenly grasps your entire body, and even seems to be squeezing irregularly, 　　is
truly rare .
After a brief moment of feeling, I began to slowly thrust in and out. This caused Su Mei, who had just opened her eyes, to close them again, her breath coming in soft gasps, a mixture of pleasure and torture. 　　 After about a hundred thrusts, she had basically gotten used to it. Watching me ride her freely, her gentle 　　eyes held a mixture of shyness, tenderness, and even a hint of helplessness. 　　 Seeing her somewhat unwilling yet helpless expression as I fucked her, my desire to conquer 　　surged. 　　 I lifted the back of her neck, raising her head to make her look at our joined bodies. 　　 From her perspective, the first thing that should catch her eye is probably her pair of swaying breasts. Looking down 　　, I see my engorged penis thrusting in and out of her, the resulting fluids coating it with a glossy sheen, 　　and it's making soft, gurgling sounds. She quickly closes her eyes and shakes her head. 　　 I unleash my full power, thrusting in and out with nine shallow strokes followed by one deep one, adding a grinding motion at the very end to directly stimulate 　　her clitoris, while simultaneously caressing one breast with one hand and biting the other. Hearing her constant moans and gasps, 　　my sadistic urges intensify; I only want to mold and shape this woman beneath me. 　　 After another hundred or two more thrusts, she can no longer endure it. Grabbing my hair, her moans are now tinged with 　　tears: "Ah...no...ah...I can't take it...ah...I...you're too rough...I...I...can't take it anymore!" 　　I stop, raise my head, and yell at her: "Open your eyes and look at me!" She opened her eyes, looking 　　at me with a complicated expression. 　　 I continued to tease her: "Beg me, let me fuck you." 　　 I slowed my movements, looking at her. 　　 Tears welled in her eyes: "Please...fuck me..." 　　 I persisted: "Call me 'Grandpa'." 　　 She pleaded pitifully: "Grandpa...please...fuck me." 　　 I felt a surge of triumph, leaning down to whisper in her ear: "Slut. The slutter you are, the more I like it." 　　 My lower body increased its frequency, pounding into her like a pile driver. 　　 She was overwhelmed with passion, her legs wrapped around my waist, tightly hugging my back, her teeth biting my shoulder, enduring 　　wave after wave of my thrusts! 　　 Like oil on a hot fire, I teased her earlobe a few times with the tip of my tongue, then gently asked: "Does your husband know 　　how slutty you are?" 　　 Like the last straw that broke the camel's back, she could no longer bear it, a muffled groan escaped her throat, 　　her legs loosened, and she climaxed. A warm current surged through my glans, and my entire vagina began to spasm violently. I slowed down 　　and continued thrusting, letting her enjoy a complete orgasm. 　　 About ten seconds later, I sensed something was wrong. Looking at her again, she was sobbing. Her pitiful appearance, like a tear-streaked pear, 　　made me feel a pang of pity. I softly asked her what was wrong. She wiped her tears and said it was nothing, just that she was too excited. 　　 Damn, this woman cried from being fucked! She's a real gem! 　　 But it's not over yet! 　　 I pulled her, her body limp, and arranged her like a doggy-style position. I got off the bed, stood up, 　　grabbed her hips with one hand, and guided my penis towards her lower body with the other. Having had an orgasm, her previously closed 　　labia slightly parted, and I easily penetrated her, enjoying the tightness and slipperiness inside again. 　　 My earlier assessment was correct; her fleshy buttocks were plump and perky, and each thrust created ripples. 　　Without hesitation, I slapped her buttocks a few times; the feel was wonderful. Su Mei merely let out a soft moan, offering no 　　objection. 　　 This position was effortless for me, so I thrust vigorously, penetrating deep into her vagina. Looking down, 　　I saw the thin membrane at the vaginal opening moving in and out with each stroke, while her small, wrinkled anus opened and closed slightly— 　　a visually stimulating experience. Her rounded buttocks curved into a slender waist. I was fucking her so hard that she used her hands to support 　　her upper body, her waist arching to reveal a captivating curve. Her breasts, hanging precariously, appeared especially large, 　　swaying back and forth like white sacks. Most alluring were her incessant moans. A woman's moans are inherently seductive, 　　but her sweet voice made a man feel both sweet and intoxicated, only wanting to fuck her to death. 　　 I suddenly pushed her down onto the bed, pressing my entire body against hers, and with my weight, my lower body 　　thrust like a storm, penetrating her uterus each time. Soon I noticed 　　a strange protrusion inside her from this angle; her reaction was noticeably different whenever my glans touched it. That was her G-spot. 　　 I found my target and focused on attacking that protrusion, grinding it gently with my glans, rubbing in and out. I drove her to a frenzy, making 　　her beg for mercy repeatedly: "I can't take it... I can't take it... Brother Ye... you're killing me..." 　　 I was brimming with confidence, knowing she wouldn't refuse anything I asked at this point. 　　 I smiled and asked, "Is it good?" 　　 "Ah... ah... good..." 　　 "Say it yourself, am I a slut?" 　　 "I... I can't say it..." 　　 I gave her two hard slaps. "Say it!" 　　 "I... am... I'm a slut." 　　 "Say you like me fucking your cunt."

"I like...you fucking my...cunt...I...let you fuck me...fuck me to death..." The words
"Call me husband"
struck her most vulnerable nerve. She cried out, gasping for breath, and reached
the peak of pleasure once more.
Under the powerful stimulation, I couldn't hold back any longer. Not only did I stop, but I increased the frequency,
ravaging this gentle young woman beneath me like a pile driver. She sobbed again, which only made me feel like I was raping
her, giving me even more pleasure. The intense exercise made it hard for me to breathe; I was at my limit. She clearly felt
it: "Husband...fuck me harder...shoot inside me!"
"How about shooting inside your uterus?"
She turned her head away as if in agreement, and I couldn't hold back any longer. Streams of semen shot powerfully
deep into her body. Her cavity kept contracting, squeezing me to release all my remaining fluid.
I was drenched in sweat, lying on top of her, almost exhausted. My penis slowly shrank, almost slipping out of her passage.
After Su Mei stopped crying, she slowly turned me over, cupped my face, and gently kissed me. Like a
virtuous wife, she wiped the sweat from my brow. Then, to my surprise, she slid down. Only when her
breath was between my thighs did I realize what she was going to do.
Sure enough, she took my penis into her mouth and gently began to suck, drawing out the remaining
semen from my vas deferens. Then came the light licking of her tongue, cleaning every fold from my abdomen to my scrotum.
I pulled back the covers, watching the beautiful woman beneath me doing the most shameful thing with the gentlest touch, and
my sense of satisfaction and pride as a man reached its peak.

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