【What is Love】(Part 1: Broken Mirror 1-6) Author: Roar of Steel {Updated 2013523}

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What is Love?
Author: Roar of Steel
Word Count: 12500
Part 1: Broken Mirror (1) Origin
Everyone calls me Anan, a typical post-80s IT otaku. I am introverted. Games, sex, chatting, and work
are the main components of my life. I have no special features. Two years of work have gradually turned my enviable figure into a big
belly. I have a rich imagination, but it seems that I can only stay in the imagination.
I studied computer science. After graduating from university, I joined a foreign company as a programmer. When I first graduated, I still kept in touch with many of
my classmates. On weekends, we would meet up to spend the weekend together. Snooker, basketball, arcade, swimming, singing
, one after another, we would not stop until we were exhausted. Occasionally, I would hear that a certain classmate got married or that a certain female classmate
had a child. I would inevitably sigh. Then there would be all kinds of anecdotes from the same class or department. Because of the wild imagination and
the embellishment, the truth and falsehood were mixed up. But every time, we talked about it very enthusiastically and laughed evilly.
But as my best friends were tied down by marriage one by one, the number of people and the frequency of our outings dwindled.
Sometimes, after hearing a friend recount the painful experience of being forced into blind dates by their parents, I couldn't help but think that I was still a blank slate
. At night, I'd mentally rehearse scenes with the campus beauty, Xiaohui, and with the resonant sound of my right hand hitting the bed,
I'd clear away all my passion and worries. As the saying goes, "Trying to cut water with a knife only makes it flow more, and drinking to drown sorrows only makes them worse." After venting, only a
deeper loneliness followed. I blamed heaven, blamed fate, blamed destiny.
Perhaps my long-standing resentment had annoyed the heavens, and finally, heaven bestowed upon me a destiny. Or perhaps it was
due to my resentment that this destiny became something I couldn't bear to look back on.
QQ groups are usually places for casual chatter, but one day, a netizen posted a group-buying information about a fishing rod.
I had longed for the joy of fishing by the sea, and after carefully examining the product, I found it to be excellent value for money. I received it in just a few days
. To avoid embarrassment, I decided to practice my fishing skills alone in a secluded spot. My bait, fish food,
fish bucket, fish tank, non-slip boots, and sun hat arrived a day or two earlier than the fishing rod I'd ordered in a group purchase. I took two days of annual
leave and, humming a tune, happily drove to the beach early Tuesday morning.
When I arrived, it was past ten o'clock, the sun blazing.
After only twenty minutes of clumsy, comical fishing, I couldn't stand the heat and gave up. I packed up and went into a seaside ice cream shop to cool off. It's true
what they say, "Watching others do the work is easy, but doing it yourself is not."
Sipping my drink and gazing at the sea, a sweet laugh suddenly pierced my ears, shaking my soul.
"Hehehe, oh dear, it's broad daylight, I don't want to anymore!" The voice made my imagination run wild.
"They're here again, let's go, let's watch the show!" a male employee whispered to another male employee in the ice cream shop
.
"Are you coming or not, Xiao Mei?" Even as he took off his apron, he couldn't resist harassing the remaining female shop assistant.
She blushed, spat at him, and muttered, "Get lost! You two perverts!" before fleeing the shop
.
I stared blankly at the pretty shop assistant, then our eyes met unexpectedly. I turned away as if electrocuted, bowing my head
to calculate the bill. My already slightly flushed face seemed to turn even redder in an instant.
"Mmm—slower—gentler—mmm—mmm—"
"What are you afraid of? There's no one around."
"Mmm—ah—ah—so deep—faster—"
Her name is Xiao Mei, so cute. A cute and pretty girl like that must have many suitors. I definitely
have no hope. Thinking this, I took another sip of my cold drink.
"Ah—ah—you're too strong—mmm—I'm coming—ah—ah—ah—faster
—ah mmm—" Sweet moans accompanied by the sounds of "slap slap slap."
Gazing at her slender and sexy back, my penis uncontrollably stood up, creating
a large bulge in my pants. A surge of lust welled up within me, and I fantasized about rushing up and taking Xiao Mei right
there and then. Just then, Xiao Mei turned to the side, and I felt her gaze on me from the corner of her eye. Involuntarily
, I regained my composure and hastily shifted my buttocks back, hoping to hide my erection.
"Ah—you're so good—ah—ah—almost there—ah—ah—there—ah—um—"
With a suppressed long gasp, I knew she was done. I held up a finger, signaling Xiao
Mei to get me another drink. She gave me a bright smile and busied herself preparing the beverage. That sweet and
innocent smile sent a shiver down my spine, and my penis twitched involuntarily. My mind, however, was already contemplating inserting my finger
into Xiao Mei's vagina, wanting her to let out an uncontrollable, sweet moan like the one outside the wall.
I heard some soft, rustling sounds—I guessed they were getting dressed. I tilted my head, completely absorbed in
the sounds coming from that side, oblivious to when Xiao Mei approached. It wasn't until the glass of a drink was placed
on the marble table with a light, crisp sound that I was jolted awake. Xiao Mei's smile was gone, replaced by
a hint of disdain, which made me feel guilty. I forced a smile and muttered "3QIYI" under my breath. Just then,
a conversation between the male protagonists struck me like a thunderbolt: "Qiangzi, it's your turn."
"I can't take it anymore, next time please—ah—ah—it hurts—ah—woo—woo
—woo—ah—woo—"
This turn of events was completely unexpected. Xiao Mei was also stunned. This was clearly a threesome. Looking at
the dazed Xiao Mei, I wanted to touch her, but I couldn't reach her hands, which were crossed over her chest while holding the tray. I could only tug
at her clothes. Xiao Mei, snapping out of her daze, blushed and whispered, "Ah, sorry,"
before turning and running away.
The sounds of flesh colliding and various moans filled the air. I imagined
what positions they were using. Judging from the intensity of the moans, the second one was either larger,
more skilled, or simply bigger and better. And what did that girl look like? Lost in thought, I unconsciously imagined Xiao Hui
as the leading lady.
The battle continued for another half hour before finally subsiding. I gathered my thoughts; my second brother was tired too. "
Let's pay the bill." I went outside for some fresh air to calm down.
"That'll be thirty yuan."
"Wow, that was amazing today, a threesome!"
"That woman is so slutty! Her breasts are so white, big, and perky, I really want to squeeze them."
"You? Give me a break."
"Those breasts are top-notch, I'd be so happy if I could get a blowjob from them."
"You're getting more and more excited, but you know what, not only her breasts, but her legs, so white and long, and her waist
so slim, they're absolutely gorgeous! They're making me so itchy, I really want to fuck that slut hard."
"I'll borrow a DV camera tomorrow and record it!"
"Great idea!" Two male shop assistants walked in, wiping their sweat and talking indiscriminately. It seemed they were
thoroughly enjoying what they'd seen.
I took out fifty yuan and put it on the table. One of the male shop assistants gently patted Xiao Mei's buttocks as she leaned forward
, making a soft "thud."
Xiao Mei screamed "Ah!" and grabbed the fifty yuan with one hand, then picked up the tray with the other and
smashed it over the male shop assistant's head.
"Bang!" The male shop assistant groaned, clutching his head and squatting on the ground, groaning "Oh~ Oh~".
"Are you trying to kill me?! Are you out of your mind?! If you dare to disrespect me again, I'll have Uncle fire you!"
Xiao Mei, looking rather cute despite her angry expression, couldn't help but wonder
how she would react if I touched her butt again.
"Ouch~ Miss~ You hit the wrong person~ It was clearly A Yong who touched you, why are you hitting me?!"
the slightly younger male shop assistant grumbled. I chuckled inwardly, this silly girl, always bringing up
the most sensitive topics. Sure enough, Xiao Mei pressed her advantage: "Neither of you are good people! If you didn't do it, why were you standing
behind me! Hitting you is being polite!"
The shop assistant wanted to argue, but when he looked up and saw me frowning and shaking my head slightly at him, he understood, and just
snorted softly, muttering, "A good man doesn't argue with a woman."
Xiao Mei didn't hear me clearly and thought I was talking badly about her again. Meanwhile, I quietly walked behind Xiao Mei and gave
her a solid slap on the buttocks. Because I didn't use much force, it didn't make a sound, but
I also lightly pinched it the instant I hit it. Xiao Mei's buttocks, though small, had a very firm, elastic feel.
Xiao Mei naturally let out another shriek and immediately turned around, but before she could explode, I preemptively said, "You took
the money so quickly, but you took so long to move while giving change. Never mind, keep the change, consider it a tip~"
As I spoke, I walked towards the door, raising my left hand in farewell.
"No, it's those two bastards!"
Xiao Mei quickly defended herself after hearing what I said, then hurriedly went to the ATM to get change. But then she realized
she'd been tricked, and stomped her foot in anger. By then, I had already stepped onto the beach, prompting Xiao Mei to yell at my retreating back, "You
're a big jerk—!" My lips curled into a slight smile, filled with a mischievous pleasure.
The afternoon sun was even more scorching than before, intimidating. I hid in my Motel room, idly
watching TV. After flipping through all the channels twice, I took out my laptop, plugged in the internet, and started searching
for all sorts of erotic novels to relieve my boredom. Compared to porn, I preferred erotic novels because reading allowed me
to fully unleash my imagination, and the most exciting scenes were something no video could capture, existing only in
my mind.
I stumbled upon a story titled "A Threesome by the Sea," its writing hollow and pretentious. But my interest wasn't in
the story itself; I quickly projected myself into the scene behind the wall of the ice cream shop, fantasizing about having sex with the alluring
Xiao Hui in the wild. Then Xiao Hui transformed into the adorable Xiao Mei, her domineering presence
crumbling under my relentless onslaught, leaving only soft moans. While having sex with the adorable Xiao Mei, I would caress Xiao Hui's
full breasts, and I'd ejaculate in less than three minutes. I sighed, realizing my manhood was no match for the allure of the fingers,
and immediately closed the vulgar text. After relieving myself, I lay on the bed, lost in thought. If I really had to
choose, would I choose Xiao Hui or Xiao Mei? Soon I fell asleep.
When I woke up and drew back the curtains, the sunset over the sea was breathtaking. "The sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it's nearing dusk
." This is probably what they call a repressed pervert. However, with no one listening and no one responding, I could only laugh at myself and turn
to my computer desk.
Just then, my stomach growled loudly, reminding me that I hadn't even had lunch. I wanted to open a packet
of instant noodles, but only braised beef flavor was available, not my favorite shrimp and fish cake noodles. Finally, I
ordered seafood noodles at a snack shop outside the hotel, but regretted it immediately after ordering. What if the seafood wasn't fresh and I got diarrhea? That would be a real problem.
But it turned out I was overthinking it; the taste was quite good, but the price wasn't cheap. A few shrimp and a tablespoon of clams
cost 45 yuan a bowl. I definitely won't come back next time.
As I walked out of the shop, I suddenly caught sight of someone carrying a fishing rod and a fish about 60 centimeters long—I couldn't tell what kind
of fish it was. Thinking about how embarrassing it would be to just go back like that, I decided to try my luck again before it got dark.
After thinking it over, I strode off to get my fishing gear. In a hurry and also wanting to be lazy, I ran through the woods towards the parking lot. But as
soon as I entered the woods, I stepped on something soft. Looking down, a surge of anger welled up inside me.
"Damn it! Who's so inconsiderate as to poop here?!" I thought. I scraped my shoes to a pulp on the nearby grass,
grabbed my things from the trunk, and headed for the beach. My anger still flared, and I kept cursing
the owner's relatives.
Because it was the off-season and not the weekend, the beach was deserted; the shops had closed early.
Walking on the still-warm sand, each step enveloped my toes in warmth, and I felt an
unbearable itch spreading from my head down. Turning to look at Xiao Mei's cold drink shop, the tightly closed shutter door made me feel a pang of
regret. I put down my fishing gear and walked to the area where the seawater had soaked. The sand there had lost its warmth; a faint
coolness rose from the soles of my feet, dispelling the unease in my heart.
I diligently rubbed the sand with the soles of my shoes in the water, hoping the seawater and fine sand would clean the dirt off my shoes
. To be honest, I was basically clean after walking for a while, but the psychological shadow in my heart couldn't be lifted without a dip in the water
. Just when I thought I was almost done, a wave receded, and I was about to head back when, after taking only one step,
a piercing pain shot through my foot. What was wrong with me today? Why were one bad thing after another? Had I been...?
Did a pebble or glass cut my foot?
I hopped a few steps onto the beach, landing hard on my backside. I took off my left shoe and quickly checked
my sole. Luckily, it was just a scrape and a few deep red marks. Picking up my beach shoe to find the culprit
, I suddenly shook out a bunch of colorful things. Picking them up, I realized it was a
bracelet made of various small stones,
the kind you'd find for a couple yuan at a street stall. Annoyed, I considered throwing it into the sea, but then thought better of it and
decided to throw it in the trash later. So I casually put it in my pocket. My fishing enthusiasm was completely
ruined. Lying on the beach, watching the last few stars peek out from the sky, and with darkness falling, I decided to
head back to my room to rest.
I straightened up, ready to leave, when I suddenly saw someone sitting sideways on a rock not far away, legs bent at the knees. From
the side, she seemed to be a beautiful woman, but for some reason, she kept wiping away tears. Everyone has an appreciation for beauty, though that's just a
euphemism; ultimately, it was lust at play. But as I got closer, I froze. This was
n't just a beautiful woman; she was an absolute beauty! For a moment, my mind went blank, and I stared at her, dumbfounded,
as if frozen in place.
I kept staring at her like that, and I don't know how much time passed. The beach was bathed in the bright moonlight until
she stood up. Only then did I realize that my legs were numb and aching. The beautiful woman, perhaps because she had been sitting for too
long and her legs were numb, lost her balance and slipped off the rock, falling into the sea and disappearing without a trace.
My mind went blank again. Instinctively, I rushed towards where she had fallen into the water like an arrow.
The numbness in my legs almost made me stumble and fall in a wave. Because of this stumble, my body tilted as I entered the water
. When I surfaced to breathe after adjusting my position, another wave choked me, and I swallowed a mouthful of water. At this point, there was still no
trace of her on the surface.
The mouthful of water brought me back to consciousness. I swam rapidly towards the sea rocks, my mind racing:
there was no one on the beach, so calling for help would definitely not get anyone; my flashlight was in the fishing tackle bucket, and going back to get it would
take too long and be too dangerous, especially since the water near the shore was too murky for the flashlight to be effective; but it was too dark
to see anything underwater, so I could only rely on groping, but the waves were big at night, making it like looking for a needle in a haystack; no
matter what, I had to get to the rocks and grope my way there first.
I swam towards her with all my might, hoping she hadn't been swept away by the waves. It was only
about twenty meters, less than thirty seconds in total, but my mind was clearly
working overtime. When I was only three or four meters from the rock, I saw her hair floating in
a "black hole" on the water's surface in the moonlight.
I swam quickly over, slipped my right hand under her right armpit, grabbed her left shoulder, and lifted her head above the water. Using one hand
and my legs, I swam towards the shore with her. Although the return journey was only about ten meters, this was my first
time rescuing someone, and swimming with a weight on one hand was incredibly tiring! When my feet touched the sand, I knew I had succeeded
. I slipped both hands under her armpits and dragged the beauty ashore.
Touching something incredibly soft startled me—her top was gone! Such a slender figure,
yet with such magnificent breasts! My heart and mind instantly boiled over, my hands uncontrollably
exploring the edges of her breasts as I dragged her. I almost wanted to grasp her completely! I almost wanted to take her right there on the beach!
But her heavy body reminded me she was unconscious, her life was still in danger! I
placed her on the now-cooled sand, immediately bent down and pressed my ear to her left breast. Good! A strong heartbeat
! Breathing? No! It must be breathing cessation due to drowning; I should start artificial respiration immediately! Thank God
!
I knelt beside her, left palm on top of right, right palm on her chest, one! Two! Three! Four! Five! Six! Seven!
Pinch her nose, mouth to mouth, exhale! God! Her lips are so soft! Although they taste salty from the sea, but! One!
Two! Three! Four! Five! Six! Seven! Pinch her nose, mouth to mouth! God! I'm coming again! So soft! One! Two!
Three! Four! Five! Six! Seven!
Just as we were about to kiss again, the beautiful woman suddenly coughed violently, then turned to the side and continued coughing.
I quickly patted her back. After coughing eight or nine times, the woman, slightly relieved, suddenly turned her head and
looked at me warily, asking, "Who are you? Where is this?" After asking, she tried to sit up,
but suddenly realized she was naked from the waist up. With lightning speed, she slapped me hard across the face, making me stumble from a kneeling position
to a prone position, swallowing a mouthful of sand, my head buzzing.
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ratio between 15:1 and 15:2.
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Part 1 Broken Mirror (2) Quiet Night
In the previous episode, I rescued a beautiful woman who had fallen into the water on the beach. However, after waking her up, she found that her upper body
was naked and slapped me hard across the face without saying a word. I fell face-first into the mud and saw stars.
That slap instantly ignited a fire of rage within me. I spat out
the sand in my mouth, stood up, pointed at the beautiful woman, and roared, "Are you crazy?! I saved you,
and you hit me?!?!"
The loud noise clearly startled the woman, but in an instant, she covered her chest with her hands and shouted at me, "Then
why did you take off my clothes! Turn around and don't look!!!"
Caught off guard, I hurriedly turned around and whispered, "Sorry."
"I saw you fall into the water, and when I pulled you out, your shirt was gone! You were suffocating! That's why
I performed CPR."
Then, without another word, I took off my collarless t-shirt and held it behind me. "You can wear mine first."
After putting on her clothes, the woman seemed to have calmed down, and her voice softened considerably: "Turn around
. I'm really sorry about earlier, I didn't mean to hit you."
She put on my collarless t-shirt... Behind the shirt, the woman's hot figure was replaced by an illusory allure
, both real and unreal. Her magnificent breasts and two prominent nipples were particularly eye-catching, making me dizzy again. However,
the burning sensation on my face constantly reminded me that this woman was no good, so I had to be careful. I could only pretend to be relaxed and tease
her, saying, "You hit me so hard I saw stars, even if it wasn't intentional. If you had wanted to hit me, wouldn't you have to give me
CPR?" I regretted it as soon as I finished speaking.
"Give you CPR? You wish!" The woman was quite clever. Her face flushed slightly, and she
stammered, "You just... did CPR on me?"
I shrugged and spread my hands, saying, "When I rescued you, you had already stopped breathing.
There was no one on the beach. Suffocation for 4-6 minutes will lead to death. Calling an ambulance wouldn't have been fast enough, so I dared to take liberties with you, my lady
. I hope you will spare my life." My face was hurting more and more, and I didn't want to say anything more.
To my surprise, the beautiful woman burst out laughing after hearing this, and her laughter was so captivating that I
forgot the pain on my face. She said, "You're so funny! Well, this heroine will
forgive you for saving my life!" Then she smiled sweetly again, truly a beauty that could topple kingdoms.
My heart was filled with mixed emotions. Seeing the beautiful woman about to get up, I reached out to help her
. She took the opportunity to stand up, but just as she was about to stand, she cried out "Ouch!" and collapsed back down, clutching her ankle and gasping for
breath. Her furrowed brow tugged at my heartstrings, as if it were being twisted in pain. I quickly squatted down and asked, "What's
wrong?"
"You probably twisted your ankle."
I gently pushed her hand away to check her injury, but she immediately pulled her leg to her side, covered it with her hand again, and
scolded, "What are you trying to do now?"
I quickly stepped back and said, "I'm innocent, sir! I just wanted to check your injury. Since
you find it inconvenient, then forget it. Would you like me to help you up?"
She chuckled again and replied, "Sure."
She was even panting.
I helped the beautiful woman to her feet and gently asked, "Where do you live? I'll take you home."
"Over there."
Oh my god! I was so annoyed! You should either point in the direction or tell me the address. Saying "over
there" with your head down, how am I supposed to know which "over there" you mean? But this complaint was immediately silenced, completely silenced! Absolutely silenced! So
silenced that I didn't even know where to go! With my support, the beautiful woman hopped forward on one foot,
her large breasts bobbing up and down with each step. Even though my head was facing forward, my eyes
couldn't leave the sight of her chest jolting. I finally understood what madness meant; she was practically going
crazy.
After about forty steps, we left the beach and reached the roadside. The woman stopped, slightly out of breath, and said,
"Walking like this won't do, it's too tiring."
Under the streetlights, I felt almost spitting blood. To stay cool, I was wearing a thin white t-shirt, which clung
to her body, revealing glimpses of her flesh and outlining the perfect
lines of her breasts. The two nipples of her enormous breasts were particularly prominent. I hadn't noticed it in the dim moonlight, but now, with the light,
I realized how inappropriate it was—it was a more fatal temptation than being naked.
My second brother, disregarding everything, pitched a tent. Afraid of being discovered by the beautiful woman, I quickly
knelt down in front of her and said, "This won't do. It's like you're not wearing anything at all. It's inconvenient for you to hop around
. Why don't I carry you?"
With my back to her, I couldn't see her expression or movements. After about two sneezes, she said
, "Thank you for your help," and then climbed onto my back.
Being a hypocrite, I naturally kept my hands obediently on her thighs, not touching any forbidden areas.
However, touching her fair, smooth thighs and feeling the pressure of her two large breasts on my back was enough
to keep my second brother erect, making it difficult for me to move.
"Where do you live?"
"I forgot the address..."
"Then what should I do?"
"I don't know..."
"Did you come alone?"
"No, I came with a friend."
"Then you must remember your friend's phone number, right?"
"Yeah, but I didn't bring my phone."
"How about this, my phone is in my room. Come to my place, use my phone to contact your friend, and change into some
dry clothes while you're at it, okay?"
After saying that, without waiting for her reply, she stood up and walked towards my Motel, feeling a surge of joy mixed with
regret. Damn it, if I had known I was going to have such a romantic encounter, I should have taken some photos beforehand. Carrying such a beautiful woman
back to my room would have made those idiots green with envy.
"But what if you're a bad guy?"
Hearing this, I was both annoyed and amused, and couldn't help but stop and tease her.
"Then I'll just carry you to the police station. They're all good people when they're in uniform; they'll definitely be able to help you find
your friend, okay?"
"No, thank you. I trust you." "
Don't worry, I won't bully you."
"Okay." After saying that, she actually leaned even more firmly against me, resting her head on my right shoulder. My
goodness, what kind of mess have I made? With my little brother sticking out, carrying my big white rabbit... oh no, carrying a beautiful woman, and still...
Carrying her head, the beautiful woman's oval face was indeed pretty, but that pointed chin pressing against my shoulder was incredibly painful!
Afraid of bumping her, I didn't dare take big steps. Those fifteen minutes felt like an eternity. I suddenly felt
like Pigsy from Gao Village carrying his wife, and couldn't help but chuckle bitterly.
Entering the Motel lobby, she turned her face towards me, making me even more uncomfortable. Her breath
was directly on my ear, making my heart feel like it was crawling with ants. The two male staff at the front desk stared at
her with wide eyes, and I felt a secret thrill, thinking, "Beautiful, isn't she? You're all drooling over her!"
The walk from the lobby to the room was even more painful than walking from the beach to the Motel. In the elevator and in the hallway, whenever
there were other guests around, she would always bury her face tightly in my hair, like an intimate couple,
which excited my manhood. Finally, when I stepped into the room and hooked the door shut with my foot, I felt completely exhausted.
Before I could even put her down, she shoved me from behind and jumped off, then hopped into the bathroom on one foot and
closed the door. The push, combined with my already weak legs, nearly caused me to fall flat on my face again.
I managed to kneel and regain my balance before struggling to my feet, then sat on the edge of the bed, panting heavily. After
a few breaths, I suddenly remembered that if my wet pants soiled the sheets, I'd have to pay extra for cleaning. I quickly jumped up and
looked back. Fortunately, the sea breeze had mostly dried them, leaving no stains. Thinking that wet pants would be
uncomfortable, I went to open my suitcase to get a change of clothes.
I froze when I opened it. I'd only taken two days of annual leave, so I'd only brought one change of
clothes: a white shirt, a pair of beach shorts, a pair of underwear, and a pair of socks. She wouldn't
want the underwear, and if I gave her the beach shorts, I wouldn't be able to leave the house. The socks were unimportant; she certainly wouldn't like such ugly socks.
So, all I had left was the white shirt.
Carrying my white shirt, I walked to the bathroom door. The light shining through the ventilation grille and glimpses of her figure
made me panic again. I wanted to bend down and see what was going on, but I calmed myself and silently repeated,
"I'm a gentleman, I'm a gentleman, I'm a gentleman."
I knocked twice, and just as I was about to say, "Here's your shirt," the door clicked open, and a
slender hand stretched out.
I discreetly placed the shirt in her palm, and she pulled it inside, then slammed
the door shut. This annoyed me again.
Annoyed as I was, I couldn't let it interfere with my important business. I tiptoed to my computer desk, flipped the laptop's webcam,
turned it 180 degrees, opened the video recording software, selected the highest quality, and saved
the video file to an encrypted folder. Anyway, this drive still had 183GB of space; that should be enough.
I opened the boss key settings, pressed F2, and the software disappeared. Finally, I pressed the screen power-saving button, and now it was completely
unnoticed. I mentally checked everything to see if I had overlooked anything, and suddenly remembered that she had said she wanted to borrow my phone
. I quickly took out my phone again, went to settings, and turned on the automatic call recording function. Hehe, everything was ready, just waiting for
the right moment!
Only then did I realize I hadn't changed my pants, so I got up, drew the curtains, took off my half-dried wet pants
, and changed into clean underwear and beach shorts. The beautiful woman was occupying the bathroom, and not knowing where to put the wet pants, I
could only grab the wet pants from the floor and throw them into the chair. Feeling quite strange, I picked up the pants again and
pulled out the plastic bracelet from my pocket.
I let out a long sigh, tossed my pants back onto the chair, and lay down on the bed, leaning against the pillows to examine them closely. They were made of tiny,
colorful stones strung together; the black, square ones with a metallic sheen were probably diamonds; the transparent, cone-shaped ones
looked like plastic; and the blue, spherical cat's-eye stones held my gaze for a while. Whether it was the lighting,
the fact that the little chain had been cleaned in my pocket, or I had forgotten the annoyance of the stinging foot,
the little bracelet now seemed rather delicate.
I didn't notice the hairdryer suddenly stop in the bathroom until the bathroom door
clicked open, snapping me back to reality. I quickly tucked the chain under my pillow and jumped out of bed.
She peeked out, her freshly washed black hair cascading to the floor, her brow slightly furrowed—she was strikingly
beautiful.
"Where are your pants?"
I stammered, looking apologetic. "I came alone and am going back tomorrow
, so I only brought one set of clothes."
Before I could finish, she stopped me: "Don't come any closer!"
She bit her lower lip, her face flushed, and said, "Yours! "
I didn't quite understand: "What do you mean, mine?"
Her face flushed even more, and her voice softened: "Give me your pants."
"Huh?!" This was completely unexpected.
"What 'huh'? Give them to me now."
"Don't you have swimming trunks?"
"Wearing wet clothes will make you sick. I've already washed my pants, so I'll borrow yours for now
. I'll bring them back to you when I get back. Who wants your tattered pants?"
Reluctantly, I took off my pants and handed them to her through the door. Now I was left with only shorts, and I didn't even dare get out of bed
. I crawled under the covers and just turned on the TV when another decree drifted into my ears.
"Could you please give me your phone too? I need to call a friend. My pants
will dry in a bit with a hairdryer. Who would wear your dirty pants if they weren't desperate?"
Confucius said, "Only petty men and women are difficult to deal with," let alone an unreasonable and beautiful woman. I roared inwardly,
"Damn it, you're the one who made me take off my pants, and you're the one who said they were dirty! Give me back my dirty pants if you dare!" This
is what they mean by "daring not to speak out." I handed her the phone and immediately scrambled into bed,
cursing under my breath, "What the hell is going on?!"
"I'm going out to make a call, don't eavesdrop!" With that, the door clicked shut.
"Making a phone call so mysterious, tch." I switched channels.
As an IT guy, I still enjoy watching various science and technology programs on the documentary channel. After watching for less than two minutes,
suddenly everything went dark.
"Damn it!!!" I finally couldn't hold back anymore and burst out. This little devil actually took
my key card before leaving!
"Beautiful women are terrifying!" These five words filled my mind at that moment. At that moment, I was filled
with fear of marriage and love. "Why would such a beautiful woman have such a terrible personality..."
I don't have claustrophobia, nor am I afraid of the dark, but the anger in my chest combined with the pitch blackness made me
feel very depressed. Wrapped in the blanket, I groped and pulled back the curtains in the dark. A sliver of moonlight shone in,
and even the dim surrounding lights made me feel a lot better.
I took a long breath, opened the sliding door, and a gust of wind rushed in. The night sea breeze rustled the leaves
, and the chill gradually increased. Watching the occasional ant-like figures passing by below, my mood slowly
returned to calm.
Suddenly, my nerves trembled. "Shh~ plop~ plop~ shh~ plop~ plop~", I turned
my head to look to the right.
The hotel rooms didn't have uniform balconies; instead, they were arranged in rotation, some protruding and some recessed. My
balcony was protruding, while the one next door was recessed. I could only see two pale hands gripping the balcony
railing, their arms trembling rhythmically. Her head was bowed low, her long, black hair swept back and forth
, obscuring her face like a pendulum. The pale moonlight shone on her white back, almost blindingly so.
"Let's see how long you can hold out!" A smug male voice behind her leaned down, seemingly trying
to stimulate her ear.
The woman was clearly nearing her limit; I could already hear suppressed moans, gradually turning into
soft "Mmm—Mmm—Mmm—".
This was completely unexpected. Amidst the continuous moans, I found myself unconsciously recalling her
large, firm, and white breasts, fantasizing about having sex with her on the balcony like those two adulterers, her
hands gripping the railing, her head bowed. My right hand would be on her slender waist, my left hand reaching forward to her chest,
kneading and squeezing her alluring breasts, letting the flesh overflow from between my fingers. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but adjust
the position of my penis, relieving the throbbing tent.
Another gust of wind blew, causing me to sneeze. The woman seemed startled by the sneeze,
letting out a loud "Ah—," before immediately covering her mouth with one hand.
This sneeze not only snapped me out of my fantasy but also chased the moon into the clouds,
plunging everything on the neighboring balcony into darkness. After looking again and still unable to see anything clearly, I stepped onto the balcony and closed the sliding door.
The wind was kept out, but a sense of gloom crept in with the darkness. Perhaps because she knew I had
left, the woman's cries grew louder and louder, drowning out the wind, penetrating the glass door, and reaching
my ears.
I buried my face in the covers, pulling the pillow over my head and covering my ears. Soon, my hands started
to ache, so I rolled over and lay back down. I could no longer hear the woman's voice, but my penis was still hard.
I squeezed it a few times, then masturbated, taking several deep breaths to calm myself down
. Gradually, I started to feel sleepy.
Just as I was about to drift off, the door suddenly opened, and I heard someone say, "It's so dark!" Then,
a blinding light flooded the room, and the television blared back on with a loud "whoosh."
A surge of anger welled up inside me again. I straightened up, head bowed, and cried out in a low voice, "Please, please, have mercy on
me! I can't take it anymore!"
There was no response. When I looked up, I saw her standing there, one hand gripping the side of her beach shorts, the other holding my phone
, her face flushed. She said softly, "I can't reach my friends. I've called
both my own and theirs, but no one answers. I don't know if they went out and forgot their phones.
I could only text them my address so they could come pick me up. I couldn't think of any other way, so I came to beg you to let me stay
until my friends come. Since you don't want to be bothered, I'll figure something out myself." As she finished speaking,
a tear glistened in the corner of her eye, and she turned to leave.
In all my life, apart from when I skipped class in my senior year of high school to play video games and made my mother cry, no girl had ever
cried in front of me, let alone because of me. This made me completely lose my composure.
"No, no, no, that's not what I meant. You said it's too dangerous for you to go out alone so late. Anyway,
there's an extra bed here, it won't bother us. As long as you don't mind, I'm a grown man, it's fine. I
wasn't angry at you just now, I was angry at myself, believe me, really." After rattling off these words, I stared
at her blankly.
Suddenly, the room fell silent. Not knowing how to break the silence, after a long while, she softly asked, "Really
?"
"Absolutely!" I held up two fingers as if swearing.
"Do you have schizophrenia? Or multiple personality disorder?" She looked at me warily.
"What are you talking about? That's nonsense." I became a little impatient again.
"I clearly heard you beg me to forgive me, but then you said you weren't begging me, you were angry
at yourself. Who begs themselves for forgiveness?" She persisted relentlessly.
This whole mess is enough to drive anyone crazy, even if they weren't already sick. Quickly, I blurted out, "The guy and
lady next door were doing that on the balcony just now, and it's really bothering me, that's why I said that."
Hearing this, her face flushed again, but she still glanced at me warily, carefully moving to the bedside.
What I saw next was shocking: the shirt I'd given her was missing a button, and her
ample breasts had created a vertical diamond-shaped opening in the middle of the shirt. The flesh of her breasts squeezed out
a shallow cleavage in the center of the diamond, and the shirt seemed damp with sweat, clinging to her nipples. Although the breast pocket concealed
the protrusion of her left breast, the nipple and areola of her right breast were clearly visible.
She seemed to sense my ill-intentioned gaze and quickly burrowed under the covers. "Turn off the TV, I'm going to
sleep."
After so many twists and turns, I had gotten a little used to it. I silently turned off the TV and dimmed
the window lamp, leaving only a faint light to outline the furnishings in the room.
Tip
: Single men with cars, if interested, keep 　　some feminine hygiene products
in the small cabinet under the seat or in the glove compartment on the passenger side. These could include a panty liner, a sanitary napkin, or a pair of stretchy cotton underwear. Pay attention 　　to these details; you might be surprised to one day witness your ideal woman in an awkward situation. 　　These things aren't expensive, and even if you never use them, it's better than having the opportunity but not being able to access them. I 　　always 　　keep some under my car seat. 　　Heaven gives everyone many opportunities, but only those who are prepared can seize 　　them. 　　(To be continued)

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