[My Experience of Seducing a 19-Year-Old College Student] (with pictures) Author: Unknown

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My Experience of Seducing a 19-Year-Old College Student
Author: Unknown
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While on a business trip, I received a call from an acquaintance who said a friend's daughter had been admitted to
a university in my city and had already completed a semester. He hoped I could look after her when I had time. I readily agreed, but
didn't really take it seriously.
After returning to the company, I was busy with projects and didn't pay attention to the matter. One day, I suddenly received a call
asking if I was so-and-so. A very young female voice answered. I immediately realized it was that girl.
So I invited her to dinner. However, I was very busy that day and didn't leave the company until very late. I
apologized on the phone and drove directly to her school. We agreed to meet at the school gate. I didn't really have any thoughts about it,
and even felt a little annoyed. I just had to go because of the acquaintance.
Parking was very difficult at the school gate, and I struggled to find an open space far away. Then I parked and
walked towards the school gate. From afar, I saw a girl at the school gate. She had a great figure and long, flowing hair. I was immediately struck by
a sudden impulse, thinking, "This girl is really nice." As I got closer, I called her cell phone, and it was indeed her.
I quickly apologized and suggested we go eat. She said she had already eaten; the school cafeteria opened early, and
she knew I was busy, so she ate first. I said no problem, just watch me eat. She smiled gently; she was a very youthful
and pretty girl. It was early spring, and the evening was still a bit chilly. She was wearing a coat over a long dress and
boots.
I could smell that she had just showered. I thought she was a clean and polite girl. Seeing that she was
a little pale from the cold, I quickly drove her to find something to eat.
We found a Nanbang restaurant. We ordered some random dishes and told her to help herself. She said she wasn't
hungry, so I started eating without a second thought. She secretly laughed at how messy I was eating. After
a while, when I finally suppressed my hunger, I took a closer look at this girl. She was healthy and full of energy. Her eyes were
as pure as jade. It was a bit hot in the restaurant, so she took off her coat, revealing her full breasts. I don't
know when it started, but my little brother had already gotten hard. I was determined to get her.
So, while we ate, I told her about my college life. I'm naturally eloquent, and with years of
experience in the workforce, I kept this freshman girl entertained, laughing non-stop. I sensed
a softening in her gaze, and I secretly rejoiced. After we finished eating, I ordered some takeout for
her to take home. She declined. I said I was a student too. Everyone knows you go out to eat; if you don't take something
back to appease your dorm mates, it'll be hard for you later. She didn't insist anymore. I drove her to her dorm
, saying we should keep in touch, and if she needed anything, just call me. Just treat me like your
older brother. Then I left.
For a while afterward, we frequently exchanged text messages. Every weekend, I would take her out. Gradually,
she started treating me like a younger sister would treat her older brother, often acting spoiled.
Then a big project came up, requiring me to be away for almost a month. I deliberately didn't call her or reply to her
texts. She was very anxious and called me several times, but I hung up on her. Near my return home, I had dinner with a client and
drank a lot. Although I looked and sounded drunk, I knew exactly what I was doing. Back in my room
, I called her, speaking to her in a drunken tone. She screamed on the other end, "Brother,
how much have you drunk! Are you okay?" That was the effect I wanted. Then I started bragging about how hard I worked,
how terrible my boss was, and how awful my client was. We talked on the phone for over an hour, making her teary-eyed.
Then I hung up and went to sleep, satisfied.
The afternoon I told her I was coming home, she called, asking if I was back and wanting to treat me to dinner.
I declined, saying I had to report on business and didn't have time. I could tell she was disappointed and a little sad.
A week later, on the weekend, I suddenly called her and asked her to dinner. She was very happy. I
went to her dorm to pick her up on time. She came downstairs, full of energy. She had taken a shower and smelled wonderful. It was already warm, and she was wearing
a green dress. Her breasts seemed fuller. She was 1.67 meters tall, with long legs, but her calves were
slender. Very elegant. Looking at her legs made me a little uneasy.
After dinner, we went to a bar. I told her I had to drive and couldn't drink, but she could drink as much as she wanted.
She was very happy that day and drank quite a bit of beer. Then she let her hair down and dragged me to go dancing. I tentatively took
her hand, and she didn't refuse. We held hands tightly, and she didn't refuse either. I put my hand on her waist,
and she resisted slightly, but I held on firmly, and she gave in.
We didn't leave the bar until very late. She was a little drunk and very tired. I didn't say anything. I told her to fasten her seatbelt
and close her eyes to rest. Then we went straight home. It was her first time at my house. When we parked at the entrance of the residential complex
and I swiped my card, she opened her eyes and asked where this was. I said it was my home. She said no, I had to go back to my dorm. I said
, "Look at the time, are you still able to get back?" She said no, I had to tell my classmates, otherwise they would worry
. Then she took out her phone and said, "Wow, so many missed calls." Then she started talking to her classmates. I heard
her say, "I won't go back tonight, I'll stay at a relative's house. Don't worry."
Then she hung up. I thought, "Damn, she's delivered herself to my door, so don't blame me."
After we got inside, I showed her around the rooms. Her family was well-off, so she didn't seem hesitant or timid
. She saw a picture of my girlfriend, picked it up with great interest, and said, "Your girlfriend? She's very beautiful
." I said, "Yes, she's even more beautiful in person." She was a little surprised and said, "Then why don't you marry her?" I said, "
What does a child know?" She was a little unhappy and said, "Fine, I won't ask." I took out my pajamas for her and told her to take a shower
. I said, "My girlfriend isn't as tall as you, so you can wear mine." At the same time, she took out a pack of unopened underwear, saying it
was new and unused. She blushed and left. I also went to another bathroom to shower. I was quick, then
waited for her in the living room with drinks and fruit. She showered for about 40 minutes before coming out barefoot. She was drying herself...
She walked over, rubbing her hair. I said, "Put your dirty clothes in the washing machine; I'll wash a whole batch later." She
said she'd already hand-washed them. I said, "Sit down, have some fruit and a drink." She hummed in agreement and sat
on the single sofa a little distance away, one leg crossed over the other.
A little persistent, she asked again, "Where's your girlfriend?" I didn't answer, lit a cigarette, leaned back on the sofa
, and looked at her. She seemed confused, pouting, and said, "Why are you looking at me?" I made up a lie. Actually,
my girlfriend was on a six-month government-sponsored training program in the EU. I said she went abroad to study, didn't want to come back, and broke up with me.
God knows why I was actually moved by my own words; my eyes reddened, and my voice trembled with tears. She seemed
a little lost. I had handed her the tissue box beforehand, not intentionally. Now it seemed like a very important
step. I said, "Give me some tissues; I need to wipe my tears." She handed me a few tissues,
but I didn't reach for them; I was just smoking. She had to come over and give them to me. I took them, and in doing so, pulled her into my arms
and kissed her. Because she had come from between the coffee table and the sofa, she had no room to resist
. Her legs couldn't struggle in that cramped space, and she just collapsed into my arms. I held her with one arm and
pinned her hands down with the other. I shoved my tongue into her mouth. She tried to turn her head, but my arm held her still.
She made muffled noises, but I ignored her. Her mouth was so soft and smooth; her tongue darted around like a little fish.
I sucked on her lips with my own, while my other hand tried to slip inside her pajamas. She panicked, but her legs were
blocked by the coffee table, and one of her hands was blocked by my arm from the crook of her arm, rendering it useless. She could only
futilely resist with one hand. She must have regretted wearing my pajamas—those wide-open, belted ones that
made it easy for my hand to slip inside. I grabbed one of her breasts, the soft, jade-like feeling of which I will never
forget.
She twisted her body, trying to escape, which loosened her belt. I took advantage of the situation and
pulled it open, revealing her thighs and chest. I moved her onto the sofa. Her
legs were pinned to the coffee table, leaving her unable to resist and forced to lie down. Now I could use both hands to my advantage. I straddled her legs,
sitting on them, pressing down on her thighs, and pulled her nightgown open completely. Her breasts sprang out, white and large,
very firm, with small nipples and areolas, the nipples pink and already erect. At this point,
she began to beg me to let her go. I said I liked her so much, I liked her from the first moment I saw her. She said she had
a girlfriend. I asked her if she had a boyfriend. She shook her head. The girlfriend I mentioned had broken up with me. "
Will you be my girlfriend?" she asked. She said, "But you're six years older than me." I said, "Is that a problem?" "I know you like
me too," she said, adding that it was different. I said there was no difference. Then I lowered my head to kiss her. She turned her face
away, avoiding my mouth, but this only exposed her most sensitive areas—her ear and neck—to my breath, kisses, and sucking,
making her gasp for breath.
I grabbed both her wrists with one hand and used the other to knead her breasts. Her eyes were closed, her
hair disheveled, covering half her face. I pushed her hands over her head, pinned her elbows with my arm, and lowered
my head to suckle her nipples and breasts. She gasped heavily, whispering, "Please, let
me go." I ignored her. I took turns sucking and kneading her breasts. She begged me, "Let me go, get off me, my
legs are numb from being pressed down." I stood up from her, picked her up in one swift motion, and she clung tightly to my neck, afraid of falling
. I threw her onto the bed. She tried to escape from the other side of the bed, but I jumped
over and pinned her down. She screamed. I quickly covered her mouth with mine. The battle began on the bed. I
held down both her wrists with one hand; because they were stacked, it hurt her, so she didn't dare
resist. I grabbed her knees with my other hand and pulled them apart forcefully. The pain caused her to open
her legs, and I lay between them, pinning her down. She had no choice but to keep her legs spread.
I continued kissing her neck, gently biting her ear, licking her armpits (only one or two hairs, very clean
, no smell), and licking her breasts. She closed her eyes, panting heavily. I turned her over, tucked her
hands behind her back, grabbed her wrists with one hand, and then used the other to pull down her pajamas. Now she was naked
from the waist up, wearing only her underwear.
I tried to pull down her underwear, but she stuck her buttocks up, making it difficult for me. I took the opportunity to reach forward
and touch her genitals. She quickly lay down again and pinned my hands down, repeating this several times. Seeing this wasn't working,
I released her hands and grabbed her underwear with both hands, pulling it down. She immediately rolled over and grabbed the waistband with both hands.
I had no choice but to lie down again, pinning her hands down while using my other hand to pull down her pants. She had already
drunk a lot of alcohol and danced for half a day, so she was very tired, and after the hot shower, her whole body was exhausted.
She was only resisting out of a woman's instinct; she couldn't withstand the torment of a 25 or 26-year-old man like this.
After a few tries, her underwear was pulled down to mid-thigh. But to take it all off, I had to use both hands,
because she was tall, and I couldn't pin her hands down with one hand while using the other to pull her pants down completely.
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So I rolled her over again, pinned her hands behind her back, and sat on her hands, pinning them down. This made it much easier
to pull down her underwear.
To breathe, she turned her face to the side, and I swung my underwear in front of her with a show of bravado. She closed her eyes and sighed
. Strangely, once a woman's underwear is taken off, she seems to resign herself to her fate and no longer resists. She just lies
there motionless with her eyes closed, waiting for the man to play with her. I quickly took off my underwear, spread her legs, and
began to examine her genitals.
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Her pubic hair was sparse, concentrated in the mons pubis. The labia minora were still hidden inside the labia majora, with only a small part
showing. The entire vulva was a healthy pink. I patted the inside of her thighs, indicating that she should open her legs a little wider,
and she obediently complied.
Then I went to lick her clitoris. She trembled all over, saying no, it was uncomfortable. I said, baby, you
She's still a virgin, listen to your brother, it will feel great. Then I licked her vulva up and down,
teasing her vaginal opening and clitoris with the tip of my tongue, while rubbing her nipples with my hands.
She kept writhing, saying no, no. At this moment, she was as obedient as a lamb.
I told her to turn over and kneel, and she obediently complied.
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I licked her vulva from behind, while my hands reached around to touch her clitoris from the front. She had never experienced such
stimulation before. I could hear her moans getting faster and louder, and I could see her hands gripping the sheets. This meant she was starting to enjoy
it.
While I licked her vulva, I took turns rubbing her clitoris and nipples with both hands. This made her wet with vaginal fluid. I could see
her anus contracting repeatedly, which was her physiological reaction; when she felt very comfortable, her vagina and anus would involuntarily
contract.
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I told her to lie down. I whispered, "I won't hurt you." I like you, and I'll marry you after you graduate. I
asked, "Are you comfortable?" She closed her eyes and nodded slightly. I said, "I promise I won't take your virginity unless you
want to." She opened her eyes in surprise and said, "Really?" I nodded. I said, "But you have to listen to your brother."
I took her hand and guided it to my penis. She was shy and pulled away after a quick touch. I said, "This is
a step you have to take, it's nothing." Only then, under my guidance, did she take my penis. But she only took it.
I straddled her neck, put my penis near her mouth, and asked her to lick it. She refused, saying it was dirty. I said, "If you lick
my little brother, I won't take your virginity." She had no choice but to open her mouth and take my glans in, her face
as red as if she had drunk it.
I said, "You have to lick it with your tongue, like sucking on jelly." Her face turned even redder. She only sucked very weakly. But
this feeling was also very good. After all, it's very enjoyable to have a beautiful virgin give you oral sex. My little brother,
made big and hard by her sucking and my sense of accomplishment, was now very large. She spat it out and said, "What happened?
It got bigger and harder." I said, "That's called an erection." She was shy. I encouraged her, saying, "Look carefully, touch it carefully
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You'll be a woman and a mother sooner or later. There's nothing to be ashamed of." She turned her head to look, and I let her touch it with her hand
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As soon as she touched it, my little brother jumped, and she chuckled, "It can move!" I said,
"Yes, it moves a lot."
I saw that she had relaxed, so it seemed that I could have sex with her without any problem. I lay on top of her and suckled her breasts.
She closed her eyes and began to moan. I put my mouth to hers, and she opened her mouth and began to kiss me. While
kissing her, I caressed her breasts, waist, and thighs. Her reaction was a normal reaction of a woman who was aroused.
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So I lay between her legs and pressed my penis against her vaginal opening. She said, "What are you going to do?" I said, "I'll let you
simulate sex." She said, "You promised you wouldn't take it away." I said, "Yes, don't worry, I keep my word. I just
want you to know the procedure."
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I pushed her legs up, exposing her entire vulva.
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I rubbed my penis back and forth inside her vagina, coating it with her vaginal fluid. While she was enjoying it, I
thrust in all at once. The feeling was amazing.
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You feel the process of insertion is a world-shaking sensation, you can feel the heavens and earth being separated in front of your glans
, like a cloak cutting through waves, like the bow of a ship parting the water. It was amazing. So lubricated, so smooth,
so tight, so warm, so wet. With her eyes closed and a sob in her voice, she said, "It hurts, it hurts, get out, get out."
How could I listen to her? I thrust all the way in, pressing my whole body against hers. 　　She kept crying out in pain.
I didn't care. I started thrusting into her. As I was doing it to her, I said, "Relax, spread your legs and it won't hurt so much." She did as I said, still crying out in pain. Between sobs, she said, "You're a liar, you 　　're a liar." I said, "Darling, this is your first lesson as a woman. Never believe 　　what a man says in bed." 　　[attach]1658971[/attach] 　　Her vagina tightly enveloped me. This beautiful young woman frowned, her eyes closed, sobbing 　　and panting with each thrust. Touching the mature, healthy body of a 19-year-old girl, I felt 　　the beauty of youth. 　　[attach]1658972[/attach] 　　Her thighs were long, from her hips to her ankles. My hands didn't want to leave; they were so smooth and beautiful. I 　　pulled my penis out to check, but there was no blood. Actually, it's impossible to find virgin blood these days. Running and cycling 　　will break the hymen. I knew this girl was a virgin. 　　I made her turn over and kneel, then, holding her buttocks, I thrust into her vagina. Seeing her 　　grip the sheets tightly, I felt a great sense of accomplishment. 　　[attach]1658973[/attach] 　　She had a great figure; her full breasts swayed with each thrust. I 　　rubbed her breasts with my hands as I penetrated her. While I was having sex with her, I said, "Baby, from today onwards you are a woman, a young woman 　　, my woman. You are now a woman with a man." These words elicited a response. Her vagina seemed to 　　quickly become more lubricated. I was overjoyed, smeared saliva on my finger, and inserted it into her anus. She was terrified 　　and said, "What are you doing? Get out, you're disgusting." I said, "It's nothing, I love you, from now on you're my wife." 　　[attach]1658974[/attach] 　　I'm going to really develop you. She said, "Who's your wife?" I said, "You're naked right now, with my cock inside 　　your most private place, and you're still denying you're my wife while you're panting?" She was speechless. Women are auditory creatures 　　.

Hearing a man say that she's been fucked, that she's his woman, will be drawn to her. I think I
've conquered her both physically and psychologically. While I was fucking her, I slapped her buttocks,
turning her snow-white bottom red.
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Because it was her first time, I was afraid of hurting her, so I didn't fuck her for long before ejaculating inside her vagina
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I lay down beside her, satisfied, touching her breasts and saying, "You're perfect, I love you." Then
I held her in my arms, gently kissing and caressing her. She seemed to enjoy this tenderness, lying on my chest with her eyes closed,
one hand on my chest. I stroked her back; her skin was smooth and soft, truly a pleasure. I noticed
she wasn't moving, and upon closer inspection, I realized she had fallen asleep. After all that, she was exhausted.
I laid her down and covered her with a blanket. I also lay down beside her and fell asleep.
The next morning, I vaguely felt an itch in my nose. I finally opened my eyes and saw she was awake,
tickling my nose with her long hair. She was overjoyed to see me awake. I grabbed her and pinned her down, causing her
to scream. I, on the other hand, was experiencing morning erection, my penis incredibly hard. I took advantage of the situation and mounted her, pressing against her warm
vagina, and somewhat laboriously inserted myself. She still cried out in pain, but I continued to thrust in deeply. I used my
hands to pin her hands down, exposing her entire body. As I fucked her, I looked into
her eyes. She looked back at me, and I whispered, "From last night onwards, you're my woman. Move in
with me from now on." She said, "No way! Do you want me fired?" I released her hands, letting her wrap her arms around my neck
and kiss me. She closed her eyes, pressing tightly against me. I whispered in her ear, "I
've been planning this day since the first night I saw you." She whispered back, "You're terrifying." I never imagined you'd bully me
. You're such a good actor. Tell me, what are your plans for me now? I said, nothing. I just want to treat you well and
wait for you to graduate. If you still like me then, we'll get married. She sighed and said, "That's a long way off." At this
point, we were both a little aroused. While I was thrusting into her, I asked if it still hurt. She said it didn't
hurt as much as last night. I asked again, "Is it comfortable?" She nodded. We made love like a couple, lingering until noon
before getting dressed and going out for lunch.
In the car, she asked me worriedly if she might be pregnant. I asked her when her last period was. She was
confused too. I said the only option was to take birth control pills. She thought about it and had no choice but to agree. At the restaurant, while taking the pills, she
glared at me fiercely and said, "I hate you." I grabbed her hand, put her fingers in my mouth, and
sucked on them one by one. She couldn't help but collapse into my arms. While playing with her hair, I said, "If you hate me,
just kill me." She whispered, "You think I wouldn't dare?" I kissed her ear and said, "I'm not afraid of being killed by you
. I've made you my woman; even if I die, it's worth it." She turned to me and said, "How many women have you said these things to?"
I said, "Including you, I only have two women. As long as you don't leave me, I won't say these things to a third
woman." She said, "Okay, tell me about your girlfriend."
After dinner, I took her shopping for clothes. I offered to pay, but she firmly disagreed. She said, "I have money; I
won't spend your money." I said, "Your money comes from your parents." She said, "It's only right that I spend my parents' money;
what's wrong with me spending yours?" I was silent.
That afternoon, I accompanied her shopping and was very tired. Then we found a quiet teahouse by a lake.
We sat by the lake, enjoying the tranquility of the early summer afternoon. Looking at the girl beside me, I suddenly felt
a sense of envy, like a pair of lovebirds. We didn't go for dinner until it got dark. I said I wanted to drink, so I
drove home and found a restaurant near my house. I think we ate boiled fish. I drank a lot that day. I
was completely drunk. She couldn't do anything about it and didn't dare mention going back to school. She helped me home. I
said a hot bath would make me feel better. But I pretended I couldn't even take off my clothes, so she had to
fill the bathtub with water and help me take off my clothes. She blushed as she helped me undress. I helped her take off
my underwear. She shyly knelt down and helped me take off my underwear. I then took advantage of my drunkenness to undress her completely and
we took a bath together. She looked at me and said, "You lied to me again. You weren't drunk at all. Why are you so cunning
?"
I said, "I can't help it. I've never been pretty or good at talking since I was little. I always got less candy from the kindergarten teachers than the other kids
. If I didn't use some tricks, would you be with me?" She chuckled and said, "You, you just have a sweet tongue." After laughing, she
cupped my face and said, "You drank too much today. Don't drink like that in the future,
it's bad for your health." Women, no matter how old, change once they consider themselves your woman. This pampered girl actually
cared about me like this. I kissed her fiercely. We made love in the bathtub.
Many people think making love in the bathtub is great, but it's actually not comfortable at all. First, even if the woman is very aroused,
her vagina will have a lot of friction because of the water, making penetration and thrusting unpleasant. I tried a few
times, but it wasn't comfortable, so I gave up. I just held her and kissed her in the water, caressing her body. She
lay in my arms enjoying it, letting me do as I pleased. I let her grab my penis with her hand; since she had already lost her virginity, she
wasn't so shy anymore. So I taught her how to masturbate me. She said, "Why do you need to learn this?" I said, "
You can do it for me when you have your period." She blushed and said, "Pah, you pervert." However, she still obediently and awkwardly
used her gloved hand to stroke my penis. After a while, my drunkenness wore off, and I went to bed with her. I lay down
and said to her, "Wife, let's do 69." She asked, "What's 69?" I explained, "It's when you lie on top of me and
give me oral sex, while I lick your genitals and anus at the same time." She said no. I said, "Come on, it feels really good." She had no choice
but to follow my instructions and get on top of me. I first guided her to give me oral sex, licking my glans and testicles. I guided
and encouraged her, telling her to use her lips and tongue, absolutely not her teeth. But the little thing deliberately bit my
glans, making me scream in pain. She said, "Now you know what pain is, right? Last night I was in so much pain and you didn't even care about me, I'll bite you to death."
I said it's different. It's inevitable that you'll feel pain, no matter who or when you're with her. The fact that you
bit me is your malicious revenge. She said, "I did get revenge, so what? You're not happy? I'll bite you again." I was so scared I kept begging for
mercy.
Only then did the little thing gently lick me. I started licking her anus and vagina, my hands around her waist, stroking
her smooth, flat, and taut abdomen. She felt it; as my tongue played with her vaginal opening,
the frequency of her swallowing and spitting out my penis increased. I put the tip of my tongue into her vaginal opening, feeling the sour smell and a
musky scent. Based on my experience, healthy women secrete this scent when aroused.
So I increased the frequency and intensity of my stroking of her genitals, while simultaneously inserting a finger into her anus.
I knew that at this moment, having her anus plugged would increase her pleasure. Her anus spasmed rapidly,
squeezing out a large gush of hot, salty, and somewhat fragrant liquid from her vagina. At the same time, she suddenly spat out my penis, rested her head
on my legs, gripped my ankles tightly with both hands, and let out a painful groan, her body trembling uncontrollably.
I knew she had reached orgasm. I then frantically flicked her clitoris with my tongue and sucked her
labia minora with my lips.
Women are very sensitive during orgasm, and this intense stimulation made her gasp for breath and beg
me to stop. Then I put her down; she was limp. I told her, "You've reached orgasm. Congratulations
, you're a real woman now." She was very weak and didn't answer me at all. I knew she
would enjoy it immensely at this moment. So I spread her legs and thrust in. It was slippery, hot, and tight inside. Her body
tensed up, and she let out a groan. With each thrust, her head swayed from side to side,
like a dancer tossing their head. She couldn't help but hook her arms around my neck. I taught her to hold my buttocks and
push in with my rhythm. At first, she wasn't quite sure how, but she quickly mastered the technique. So we started to coordinate, and her moans
began to have rhythm. Her moans were beautiful, low and delicate. As I fucked her, I said
very lewd things to stimulate her. These words made her both ashamed and excited. Soon she arched her body, pressing her genitals tightly
against me, her hands moving from her buttocks to my back, her whole body pressed against me, her head resting on my shoulder, biting
my shoulder not very hard, but that kind of pain-itch feeling was very good. After a while, she tilted her head back
, letting out muffled moans, while her hands gripped my back. I felt her vagina tighten,
the tender flesh squeezing my penis. I felt I was about to ejaculate. I said, "Wife, I'm going to ejaculate, I'm going to ejaculate inside you
, give me a baby, okay?" She gritted her teeth and said, "Go ahead and ejaculate." I asked, "Does it feel good?" She nodded with her eyes closed.
I said, "If it feels good, moan for your husband to hear, louder." As I thrust into her forcefully, she let out a sobbing moan,
pressing herself even closer to me. Suddenly, she bit my shoulder hard, a bit too hard, and I cried
out in pain, ejaculating immediately. She trembled, clinging to me, biting my shoulder as if sobbing. I
knew she had reached another climax.
We didn't separate for a long, long time. She was covered in sweat, my sweat mingling with hers. She
lay motionless. I knew that at this moment she needed a man's tenderness the most. So I gently stroked her and kissed her.
She closed her eyes and nestled in my arms like a kitten. I knew that familiarity breeds affection. It's impossible for a woman not to
develop feelings for the man who sexually satisfies her.
I don't know how much time passed. She stirred in my arms, and I immediately woke up. She was awake, but still
lay in my arms with her eyes closed, rubbing her palm against my chest. I silently enjoyed this wonderful
moment. Suddenly, she opened her eyes, raised her chin, looked at me, and said, "You really like me?" I brushed
the hair from her cheek with my fingers and said, "Silly girl, of course I like you, I really like you." She remained silent. After a while, she
asked again, "What will you do if your girlfriend comes back to you?" My heart suddenly ached. Facing such a
beautiful and innocent girl, I suddenly felt incredibly shameless. I took a deep breath and said, "She won't come back.
She's going to settle abroad.
" She asked, "Do you love her? "
I said, "Yes.
" "Then why don't you go abroad with her?"
"I don't like abroad. Everything I want is here."
"But shouldn't love involve self-sacrifice?"
I was speechless. I could only gently stroke her hair.
She asked again, "Will you do the same for me in the future?" I couldn't speak, I could only lower my head and kiss her
forehead. My heart was racing, like watching a six-month-long contract about to slip away.
She turned over, lying on her side with her back to me. I hugged her from behind, pressing tightly against her, afraid she
would suddenly disappear. She said softly, "I know you still love your girlfriend, otherwise you wouldn't have kept her picture.
If she comes back to you, go back to her. Let's pretend nothing happened between us."
My heart was in turmoil. "You beast," I cursed myself inwardly. I pressed my lips tightly against her head. After
a long while, I said, "Darling, I really love you. If you're willing, I'll be good to you for the rest of my life."
She shook her head and said, "You men are all the same." I was surprised that she would say such a thing. She continued, "
My dad doesn't want my mom anymore. He found a lover outside and doesn't come home for half a year. My mom was so angry she wanted to commit suicide.
My mom told me, never trust a man's words." She suddenly turned over, looked at me, and said, "I know you
're not a bad person. I like being with you." I finally couldn't hold back anymore and hugged her tightly. At that moment, I would
do anything for her!
I asked her, "What do you like about me?"
A childlike smile immediately appeared on her face: "You're humorous, thoughtful, tolerant, and you know
a lot. I've heard about you before." My house and yours are on the same street. So I called you because I wanted
to see what you were like. Then she told me that she had been taught
by the same teachers who taught me from elementary school to high school, and she knew me very well. Listening to her story, my thoughts were taken back to my childhood home.
I got up and poured her a glass of water. She leaned against the headboard and drank it all, then handed me the glass, saying, "Sometimes you really remind me of
my dad." I said, "Oh? Am I that old?" She said, "No, my dad also often brought me water to my bedside."
"Drink. I tell my dad a lot of things, not my mom." Her eyes dimmed as she said this. She sighed and
said, "My mom is so pitiful. But I can't bring myself to hate my dad. I used to hate that woman so much. Several times I
even thought about getting my classmates to kill her. Once I saw her and her son on the street, and I almost rushed over to hit her. If
my classmate hadn't pulled me back, we would have definitely started fighting in the street.
I said, 'Should I get someone to cripple her?' She shook her head and said, 'No need. This has nothing to do with you. Besides
, aren't I the other woman now? Feelings are hard to explain. Now I think that woman is
quite pitiful too. Blame my dad.'
I never expected that this seemingly innocent girl had so many stories in her heart, so much
maturity beyond her years. Thinking about what I had done, my heart ached, and I resolved never to
hurt her again.
I forced a smile and said, 'Let's talk about something happy. You see, I'm almost dying of worry just listening to this.'" She smiled
and said, "Yes. Is there anything fun about your job?" I said, "My job is to run around for projects and then find
money to fund them. It's like being a servant. There's no joy in it." She sighed and said, "Yes, I don't even know
what I'll do after graduation." I said, "It's still early. I'll help you integrate into society in the next few years." She nodded. Seeing that she looked
a little melancholy, I tried to change the subject and asked, "Does anyone pursue you at school?"
She nodded and said, "Several. Some are from my year, and a few are upperclassmen. It's quite annoying." Seeing that she seemed a little smug
, I pressed her for details.
She told me how those boys pursued her. From the classroom to the cafeteria to the bathhouse to the study room, there were always a few boys
following her. She said that two boys were the most persistent. Before I visited, they would
wait for her at the dormitory entrance every weekend night. It made her afraid to go out. Even when she did go out, she had to go in groups with her roommates. She
recounted with glee how, during her first Christmas, two boys waited for her outside the dorm, each holding a bouquet of flowers
. They almost got into a fight. A lot of people watched, making her afraid to go downstairs for days, and she had to rely on her friends for meals
. I also told her about how I pursued my girlfriend. She listened with great interest, occasionally asking
questions. We sat on the bed, her hugging a large pillow, and me leaning against the headboard, chatting happily
until we were too sleepy to keep our eyes open. That night, we were truly young.
The faint sounds of people downstairs woke me. I checked the time; it was past 10. On a Sunday morning,
the low murmur of the city outside made the quietness inside feel even more precious. Strong sunlight streamed through the curtains onto the floor
, dust motes danced in the air, and a cool breeze occasionally lifted the curtains, revealing
the glistening green leaves outside. From the bed, I could see the colorful tropical fish swimming silently in the aquarium in the living room.
She was still fast asleep, lying on her side. For the first time, I admired her body up close, without desire.
Her waist was slender yet powerful, flowing downwards in a very soft and sensual way to form plump buttocks
.
Her buttocks were perfect: white, tender, large, and firm. I leaned closer to observe her anus and
vagina from behind.
Clean, very clean. Pink was the base color, tinged with healthy blood. Her thighs were like shuttles
, gradually tapering downwards from the groin. Like ivory. Her calves were sculpted,
the connection between her calves and ankles exquisitely detailed, the Achilles tendon prominently displayed. According to French bloodline theory, such
a person possessed noble blood. I had believed this theory since I first encountered it. I would never
develop lasting affection for any woman with imperfect calves. I remember as a child I would examine
my own calves in the mirror from every angle, afraid of finding any trace of inferiority.
Her arms were long, her shoulders broad, the kind of figure that looked like a clothes hanger—very beautiful. Her arms
were slender and shapely, yet brimming with the health of a young girl. Her fingers were long and delicate, like scallion leaves.
She lay on her side, her already firm and full breasts pressed together, creating a deep cleavage. Her small nipples
stood erect. I couldn't help but fantasize about her bearing my child.
I tiptoed out of the bedroom, closed the door, and went to the balcony to breathe deeply the fresh air of the early summer morning
. Then I started cleaning. As I was wiping the floor, drenched in sweat, someone suddenly hugged me from behind. I
was startled. She had woken up sometime earlier and had come out naked. Her warm body pressed tightly
against me, her breasts against my back, soft, warm, and very comfortable. She pressed her face against my back
, her gentle breath blowing on the sweat, tickling and soothing. I stood motionless, mopping the floor,
savoring the love and affection of this young girl. The wind billowed the white curtains, making them flutter as if bewitched
. The only sound in the room was the low hum of the oxygen pump in the aquarium. After what seemed like an eternity, she
gently bit my shoulder, her tongue caressing my skin. She grasped my penis from behind, gently and slowly stroking
it. Her fingers lightly slid along the glans and coronal sulcus. I quickly became aroused, incredibly hard
. She turned around, knelt in front of me, and proactively put my penis in her mouth. Cleverly, she quickly
learned how to arouse me without immediately ejaculating. She held my penis with one hand, swallowing and releasing, while the other
hand worked on my anus. For the first time, I felt incredibly pleasurable being oral sex while a woman inserted her fingers into my anus
. I guessed she gleaned this pleasure from the sensation of simultaneous oral sex and vaginal penetration
. A clever girl. My fingers rubbed through her hair
, suppressing the intense pleasure. She suddenly stopped, looked at me without saying a word, her eyes filled with
love and passion. She turned around, gripped the sofa armrest, stuck out her buttocks, and glanced back at me. I walked
over and thrust into her already wet vagina. She let out a long moan.
Her vagina was very tight, especially when standing, the pleasure was even more intense than when she was kneeling on the bed.
She gripped the sofa with one hand, and with the other, she hooked her other arm around my neck. I held her slender
waist with both hands and thrust into her forcefully. She moaned loudly, matching my thrusts. I freed one hand to rub...
Her breasts excited her even more, and after a while I started playing with her clitoris. Her clitoris was already swollen
to the size of a mung bean. After a while of this, I gestured for her to turn around, lean against the sofa, and lift one
leg so I could penetrate her from the front. She hugged me and kissed me, while I hooked my arms around her waist, holding one of her
legs, and thrust into her with great pleasure. We were both panting heavily as we thrust, constantly saying "I love you." Suddenly she
cried out, "Faster, faster, husband, faster, harder!" At the same time, her hands, which had been holding me, gripped me tightly. I knew
she was close to orgasm. I used all my strength to increase the frequency and depth of my thrusts. I also felt
the intense pleasure before I ejaculated. I lowered my head and took her ear in my mouth. She shuddered from the stimulation, then
let out a crying moan, her whole body trembling, clinging tightly to me, pressing close to me. I could feel the pleasure of her pubic hair
rubbing against me.
At that moment, I ejaculated as well. I weakly rested my head on her shoulder, and she weakly rested hers on hers too.
After a while, my limp penis slipped out of her vagina. She chuckled and said, "It's out,
your semen is running down my thigh." I quickly gave her some tissues and told her to go take a shower.
After resting for a bit, I finished cleaning.
This time, she didn't even close the bathroom door while showering. She hummed a song as she washed. I went in too and helped
her scrub her back, and she helped me scrub my back. I told her about a story I told in college about a guy who was sodomized after being asked to scrub his back by a stranger
. She looked extremely disgusted and said, "You men are
disgusting. You do things like that and you talk about it with such relish." I quickly apologized. While she was washing my penis
with shower gel, she asked me, "Why isn't your thing getting bigger anymore?" I said, "Do you think I took Viagra?
I need to rest for a while after we just finished. "
After showering, she took out the clothes she bought yesterday and showed me each piece, asking which one looked best on me. I
said they all looked good. She protested, throwing herself into my arms and accusing me of being perfunctory, saying, "It's only been two days, and you're already being perfunctory
!" I had no choice but to put on my best effort to help her. Finally, I suggested she wear a large floral dress,
saying, "You don't usually wear this to school, so it's fine for the weekend." She thought about it and agreed. She put on the red
floral dress; the silk felt so good, it accentuated her curves breathtakingly. She
repeatedly tried on different hairstyles and hair accessories in front of the mirror to find the best match. Finally, she realized she didn't have any shoes. So, after a quick
breakfast, we went to buy shoes. I spent the entire afternoon with her, visiting every shoe store in the city's major shopping malls, and I was
exhausted. She, however, remained enthusiastic and full of energy. She finally got what she wanted.
After dinner, I had to take her back to school. She looked very reluctant. When we arrived near the school, she
clung tightly to me, unwilling to get out of the car. I couldn't bear to let her go either. We sat there in the car until the dormitory
lights went out, before she finally gritted her teeth and got out. Before leaving, she gave me a kiss that lasted what I estimated to be two minutes, and then
said, "I'm leaving, call me." Watching her rush away, I felt a pang of sadness and a profound
sense of loneliness. When I got home, I didn't dare turn on the lights, afraid that the intense loneliness and longing would overwhelm me under their influence.
So I quickly washed up and went to sleep.
The following week was tough. To avoid disturbing her studies, we agreed not to see each other regularly, and with
her midterms approaching, she had even less time to spend with me. I, too, was busy with my project. We talked on
the phone and texted every day, but it wasn't enough. I secretly went to her school to see her. I went to the study rooms she frequented . I went to each classroom, floor by floor, to see her. Today's college students are completely 　　different
from what we were like back then .
The corridor was filled with men and women shamelessly embracing, kissing, and even groping each other's breasts and genitals. The scene
was so intense that even I, a seasoned veteran of erotic venues, felt a little embarrassed. However, my little puppy was indeed studying very well.
She usually chose the most secluded spot, placed a bottle of water on the table, and then did her homework. Watching her
so focused, I felt both happy and sad. Happy that our relationship hadn't affected her studies, but sad
that I had deprived her of her freedom too early. I usually hid to the side, waiting for her to finish studying,
then followed her back to her dorm before going home myself. Finally, Friday arrived, but I received orders to handle an urgent matter
. I had to say goodbye to her on the phone. She was alright, though, saying she had exams coming up soon and didn't have time to come
to my place anyway. After frantically dealing with the problem outside, it was already the second weekend. I happily returned
, carrying the gift I had bought for her, without telling her, and went straight to her dorm entrance to wait for her.
There was another man waiting there too. I didn't pay much attention and just looked at the dormitory bulletin board in the lobby. My eyes were constantly
scanning the stairs. Suddenly, she came down excitedly, but instead of walking towards me, she
walked towards the man.
At that moment, she saw me too, and she froze for a moment. The man saw me too. I immediately realized that
this man was her father. I calmed down immediately, walked up to him, and extended my hand, saying, "You must be so-and-so's father
. I'm so-and-so, a classmate of so-and-so." Her father immediately smiled broadly and said, "Oh, it's you!
My daughter has troubled you. Thank you for taking such good care of her." She also calmly came over to talk to us.
Then I said, "Let's go eat together." I had just returned from a business trip and hadn't visited my sister in a long time, so I brought
her some local specialties. So the three of us got into my car and went to my usual restaurant for dinner.
At the table, her father kept praising me for being young and promising and thanking me for taking care of her. He was a slightly overweight
middle-aged man, a moderately successful entrepreneur in the county, with an obvious cunning. I, on the other hand, projected
an image of someone seasoned by life's storms, while my gaze towards her conveyed both affection and distance. Her father
was very pleased with my attitude towards her and him, saying I was destined for great things. In my heart, I was thinking, "Making you
happy is my top priority right now." After a satisfying meal, I saw her father off to his hotel. As he left, he held my hand and said, "
Young man, I can see you're a very good young man. I only have this one daughter. Sigh, her mother and I have been having
some problems lately. It's tough for her being alone out there. I'm going back tomorrow. Please take good care of her for me, brother."
Thank you. Perhaps he was drunk, or perhaps it was his deep affection for his father, but he bowed to me on the spot, and I quickly helped him up.
After settling her father in, I took her back to school. She didn't say a word. The car stopped not far from her dormitory.
Suddenly, she covered her face and started crying, initially restrained, but then louder. I quickly drove to
a quiet place and held her to comfort her. She sobbed in my arms, her shoulders heaving. After a while,
she raised her tear-streaked face and said, "Let's go home." Without a word, I drove home.
Exhausted from crying, she stumbled after me into the house. Strangely, facing her beautiful face, like peach blossoms after the rain,
I felt no lust as usual, only boundless tenderness. She leaned against the sofa with her eyes closed,
looking tired and helpless. I felt a pang of heartache, made her a cup of Pu'er tea, sat beside her, and held her in my arms
. At that moment, words were unnecessary. She just nestled in my arms, curled up like a frightened
kitten. She was silently weeping. Soon, a large patch of my chest was wet. I had nothing to say, I could only
silently stay with her, stroking her face and wiping her tears with a tissue. I don't know how much time passed before she opened
her eyes, hooked her arms around my neck, and looked at me with her red, swollen, and lifeless eyes, saying, "Promise me, don't leave
me." What could I say? I could only nod and lower my head to kiss her lips. Her lips were burning hot. She
kissed me desperately, as if grasping at a straw, holding me so tightly I could hardly breathe. And so we
kissed silently, letting time slip by. But my mind was calculating
the time my wife would return. She would be back in three months. I had to resolve the issue within that time. Could I?
No matter what I did, I would hurt a woman, and possibly both of them. My wife was already
an adult woman, more resilient. There was no other way but to let her suffer. Once I had this idea,
I felt much better. Although we had been loving towards each other for so many years, faced with the mess I had made,
I silently said to myself, "I'm sorry, wife, please help me this time."
Just then, the phone rang. We both jumped in fright. I tried to get up to take the phone, but she wouldn't
let go of me. I had no choice but to drag her to the other end of the sofa to answer it. My wife's voice came through the phone
, sounding very excited. She said her boss was on a business trip to the EU and had taken several colleagues to Paris. She was
calling me from the Champs-élysées using her boss's phone. After a few words, she hung up quickly. After putting down
the phone, I glanced at her guiltily. She was still sitting with her eyes closed, motionless. I secretly breathed a sigh of relief
and took her back as if nothing had happened.
It was late, and I was sleepy. I told her to take a shower first, but she refused. I had to carry her to the shower. That night,
I bathed her like a father and carried her to bed. She clung to my arm all night,
sleeping with her face pressed against it.
I don't know when, her phone rang. She answered; it was her father saying goodbye. After hanging up, she
sat there motionless for a long time. Then she turned to look at me. She seemed like a different person, very strong.
She reached out and touched my face, smiling slightly. "Did you scare me last night?" she asked. "I just
hadn't seen my dad in a long time. He's aged so much, it made me very sad." "Thank you, you're so good to me," she said. "I'm going to
take a shower. I have to go back to school today; I have exams next week." I nodded. After breakfast, I took her back to school
.
On the way home, I suddenly felt lost. I went inside and plopped down on the sofa,
feeling like I'd been drained of energy. I lit a cigarette and smoked it intermittently, my mind blank, not knowing
what to do. I spent the entire afternoon slumped on the sofa, smoking and drinking tea, until it was completely dark. I stood up
, squeezed the empty cigarette pack, and felt a little dizzy. Then I realized I hadn't eaten in ages. I flipped through
my phone book and realized that asking any friend out for dinner at this time would be considered crazy. Bored, I
ate a bowl of noodles at a restaurant near the entrance of my complex, then listlessly went home to sleep.
Sometime later, my phone rang. I fumbled for it for a while before finding it, and saw it was
a text message from her. I jumped up in shock. She told me her period hadn't come and she was afraid she was pregnant. I quickly
called her back. She answered, her voice calm. My voice trembled slightly as I asked if she was sure. Before she
could answer, I asked how she was feeling. She paused and asked, "What if I'm pregnant with you?" I said, "
I'll do whatever you want. If you don't want to have the baby, we'll have an abortion. If you want to have it, we'll take
a year off from school. And then?" she asked. I said, "We'll get married when you're 20. I'll tell your father right now
." She cried out on the other end, "No!" She couldn't help but laugh and said, "I came today. I just
wanted to see your reaction." I was furious with her, but also secretly relieved and happy. I
said fiercely, "I'm going to your school right now to beat you up." She playfully said, "Come on, don't hold back." I
said, "You wait, I'll hit you with a lobster." Then I told her to wait for me to come to her for dinner. She happily agreed.
After getting ready, I bought some tonics, like red dates, donkey-hide gelatin, and ginseng, and
waited for her at her dorm entrance. She was wearing low-rise jeans, revealing her sexy waist, part of her hips, and a flat stomach
. She wore a black silk short-sleeved top, her hair styled in a French bun, with a bright red rose tucked behind her ear—
she looked very clean and beautiful. She got into the car. I put my arm around her neck, and she cried out, "Don't mess up my
hair!" It had taken me an hour with the help of two roommates to fix it. I had no choice but to let go, saying, "Turn around
so your husband can take a good look." She looked a little haggard, with dark circles under her eyes,
and although her skin was still fair and rosy, it had a dull tinge. I felt a pang of sympathy. But she exclaimed in alarm, "What did you do last night? You look
so haggard! Did you go out and fool around?" I told her I hadn't left the house since she left and had been smoking the whole time. Hearing this,
her eyes welled up with tears. She hugged my neck, kissed me, and said, "I misunderstood you. See if you keep smoking
so much! You're not allowed to smoke anymore." I immediately took out my cigarettes and threw them out the window. She chuckled and said, "Let's go, I'm
starving. You said you'd treat me to lobster." I said, "Of course. Look, the back seat is full of supplements I bought for you." She replied...
She looked up, smiled happily, and patted my cheek. Then we drove to eat.
The seafood restaurant I went to was a place we often entertained clients. We sat in a corner of the hall,
eating and chatting. Suddenly my phone rang. I saw it was a colleague. Thinking it was something from work
, I answered casually and asked what was up. This guy said mysteriously, "Brother, you're lucky! Your wife
's not around, and you've already hooked up with such a beautiful girl." I got a little flustered and told him not to talk nonsense while
I looked for him in the crowd. This guy was on the phone at the seafood stall, and when he saw me looking for him, he even gestured
at me defiantly. I went over and talked to him for a while, and only then did he obediently go eat his
meal.
When I returned to my seat, she asked, "A colleague?" I said yes, this guy said I owed him a meal and wanted me to pay
him back. She smiled and asked, "What embarrassing thing did you do that someone caught you doing?" I could only make up an excuse. I had no choice but to make up an excuse.
After dinner, she took my hand and we walked out together, attracting the attention of men and women around us. She knew
people were watching her, but she remained perfectly natural and poised. At the hotel entrance, I answered a phone call. Suddenly, a
hand snatched the phone from my hand. I saw a figure run away quickly out of the corner of my eye. My phone was stolen, and I instinctively
gave chase. I sprinted very fast, and with so many people on the sidewalk, the thief was kicked to the ground after only a few steps
. He got up and started fighting with me. Suddenly, the thief clutched his head and crouched down. I was puzzled, but
then I saw her standing angrily behind him, holding her high heel in her right hand. It turned out she had followed me out of fear that I would be hurt, and
seeing us fighting, she had taken off her shoe and struck the thief with the hard heel. At that moment, the hotel
security guards rushed over. The hotel manager, who knew me well and was a big customer, kept asking
me what was wrong. I didn't have time to pay him any attention; I was just focused on checking my woman for injuries. I told her that in
the future, if she encounters something like this, she shouldn't get involved; she should just call the police and shout for help. I said if she got hurt,
I would never forgive myself. She replied that if she got hurt in front of me and I did nothing, I would also
never forgive myself. What else could I say? I could only hug her and give her a passionate kiss. The onlookers stirred
. Next, we went to the police station to give our statements. We weren't released until the very end of the afternoon. It was already dark
. I joked to myself that it seemed like we'd wasted our entire meal on this thief. We found a place to have dinner together, and I took
her back to school.
Finally, after her exams were over, I chose a lakeside Western restaurant to take her out for dinner. The
restaurant faced a lake in the city, with an island in the middle. On a summer evening, white waterbirds returned to their nests in the twilight
, blue mist drifted across the golden surface of the water, and the distant mountains and forests gradually blurred in the twilight.
We sat opposite each other, hand in hand, enjoying the quiet evening. Finally, the last rays of sunlight
disappeared behind the mountaintop, leaving only the deep blue sky and black clouds. That day, she wore a low-cut, strapless
black dress that accentuated her fair neck, making her look incredibly elegant. It was hard to imagine that a girl not yet twenty years old possessed such a
serene and dignified air.
The restaurant's band was a group of Filipinos. They were entertaining themselves with blues and jazz. The restaurant
wasn't crowded, and we exchanged glances under the deliberately dim lighting. Her eyes were large and bright, and when she
looked at you with a half-smile, there was a captivating quality to them. I took out the ring I had hidden in my pocket,
gently took her right hand, and slipped it onto her middle finger. She was somewhat surprised and excited, her face turning red. "No,"
she said softly, "I can't accept this." I took her hand, which she was trying to pull away, and said, "You can't refuse me, I love
you." I got up and sat down next to her, and she gently leaned on my shoulder. Our fingers intertwined. I don't know how much time passed,
but she said to me, "I want to sing. Can you ask the band if they can accompany me?" I snapped my fingers to signal the waiter. The waiter
contacted the band and said yes. So she stood up and walked gracefully to the band,
whispering a few words to them. I saw the lead singer nod repeatedly. Then she held the microphone and nodded at me. The music
started; it was Pu Shu's "Life is Like a Summer Flower." Her voice was beautiful, but it was the first time I'd heard her sing. I simply
couldn't believe she could sing so well. The other diners stopped talking and watched intently as
this beautiful girl sang.
I listened to her sing with all her heart:
"I don't know how long I've slept in the darkness.
I don't know how difficult it will be to open my eyes.
I've come from afar.
And you're here too.
Lost in this world.
I'm wild for her.
I am this dazzling moment.
A fleeting flame streaking across the sky.
I came to see you without hesitation.
I will be extinguished and never return."
I am here.
Right here.
Fleeting as a glimpse of beauty, as brilliant as a summer flower.
What a beautiful yet regrettable world this is.
We embraced, laughing and crying.
I came from afar,
to keep our promise to meet you. Lost in this
world, I lingered, captivated.
I was wild for her.
I am this dazzling moment,
a fleeting flame streaking across the sky.
I came to see you, disregarding everything.
I will be extinguished, never to return.
I am here.
Right here.
Fleeting as a glimpse of beauty, as brilliant as a summer flower.
I am this dazzling moment,
a fleeting flame streaking across the sky.
I came to see you, disregarding everything.
I will be extinguished, never to return.
It was worth the trip.
Fleeting as a glimpse of beauty, blooming before you.
I am this dazzling moment,
a fleeting flame streaking across the sky.
I came to see you, disregarding everything.
I will be extinguished, never to return.
A journey through spring sunshine.
A journey through thorns.
Fleeting like a glimpse of beauty, as brilliant as summer flowers.
As I listened to her sing, "I am this dazzling moment, a fleeting flame streaking across the sky, I came to see you
, disregarding everything, I will extinguish and never return," her voice trembling, I too was overwhelmed with tears.
She finished singing, bowed to the hall, then turned and bowed to the band. Everyone applauded
, and I stood up and clapped wildly. She came over and said, "Let's go." So we paid the bill
and left.
In the car, I still couldn't calm down. Pu Shu's lyrics were so powerful, suffocating. Especially
when sung by my own woman, they possessed an even greater power. I couldn't help but pull over and
let my tears flow freely. She gently stroked my hair and caressed my back. It took me a long time to
calm down, I gave her an awkward smile, and drove home.
Back home, we frantically stripped off our clothes and made love like madmen. That night, we were
a perfect union of body and spirit.
[The End]

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