[The spring grass by the pond is so beautiful it could topple a kingdom]

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As evening approached, the sky darkened. A wind swept across the frozen, white road. Xie Xiting's slender figure
blended into the gloom.
Professor Yu's house was located north of the faculty dormitory area; the house was quite old. It was a two-story building
with a small slope behind it. The gray-red brick walls and peeling paint on the wooden windows gave it a somber and dilapidated appearance. In front of the building
was a row of broken sycamore trees, their tall branches still bearing a few withered, yellowish-green leaves, like age spots.
Around the building were several other two- or three-story old buildings, now empty. The university was going to build new dormitories here
, and the old buildings would soon be demolished. It was clear that these were all remnants from the university's founding in the 1950s.
But Professor Yu showed an unusual fondness for this house, even giving up a new apartment allocated to him by the university.
Upon entering the building, Xie Xiting immediately smelled a peculiar scent—the lingering
aroma of old wood, books, or something else accumulated over the years. She was no stranger to this place. Professor Yu was her Japanese teacher
, and she came here for lessons every Thursday. The ground floor, without windows, was dark. To the left was a
door leading to the professor's study. She could enter the living room by climbing the stairs.
To the left of the spacious, bright living room was the bedroom, and to the right was the kitchen.
Professor Yu sat in a chair near the window, hunched over his desk reading. He was an older man
with a respectable, square face. Although his hair was thinning to the point where his scalp was visible, his posture was upright
, and he didn't seem old. Hearing footsteps on the wooden stairs, he knew Xie Xiting had arrived. It was
the light, cautious footsteps of a young girl. Professor Yu looked up at the top of the stairs. He
always wore large, brown-tinted sunglasses, behind which were two large, intelligent eyes. When he saw Xie Xiting
coming up, he slightly raised his still-strong chin and smiled at her. This was a kind
and respectable scholar in his fifties .
Professor Yu didn't specialize in teaching Japanese; he taught physics. Having studied in Japan in his early years, his Japanese
was naturally quite good. Xie Xiting came to Professor Yu's house through her mother's introduction. Her mother, surnamed Tang, was
an accountant in the school's finance department. Accountant Tang's ex-husband had also taught at the school, but went into business shortly after their divorce
. It was said that Xie Xiting had an older brother. But now, only she and her mother lived together.
Yang Lu only knew this much about Xie Xiting. Yang Lu was a student majoring in accounting at the school
and Xie Xiting's classmate. This was a somewhat prestigious science and engineering university; to the north of the school lay
the Yangtze River, stretching as far as the eye could see.
Actually, Professor Yu was Yang Lu's uncle, but his uncle wouldn't talk to him about Xie Xiting. Although unwilling
to admit it, he had always felt a strange awkwardness towards this uncle, so he
didn't visit him often. His aunt had passed away early, and her daughter lived far away in England. He lived alone in that desolate
building, making him seem even stranger and unapproachable.
Yang Lu wandered helplessly along the path in front of his uncle's house. If he kept going, he could reach the riverbank.
He wanted to wait for Xie Xiting to come out and create a chance encounter. Even just
walking with this lovely girl would be satisfying. But the cold sky began to rain, and this small wish
was ultimately thwarted. He was already a junior in college, but Xie Xiting remained an unattainable dream for him.
In this class photo, Xie Xiting stood in the front row, slightly to the right. She wore a pink
coat, her hands folded in front of her, looking at the camera with a slightly shy smile. In the photo,
she stood tall and elegant, attracting attention. The girl was fair-skinned and delicate, with long, slightly sunken eyes. The shadows
of her eyelashes cast circles on her bright eyes, giving her a slightly melancholic look. Beneath a straight nose was a pair of not-too-thick,
beautifully shaped lips, the tightly pursed lips curving upwards to form a captivating smile. She had a pointed, delicate
chin, and some soft bangs naturally cascaded down her smooth forehead. All of this combined to create a
vivid and beautiful young woman's face. Clearly, Xie Xiting was the prettiest girl in the class; she appeared pure
, quiet, and perhaps not very sociable.
Yang Lu put the photo back in the drawer. Xie Xiting's grades were quite excellent. Although some people thought she was a bit aloof,
she generally had many good friends and was well-liked. Of course, she still didn't have a boyfriend.
It would be unreasonable for a beautiful and outstanding girl like her to have no suitors, but Xie
Xiting had rationally rejected them all, giving the impression that she was focused on her studies.
Yang Lu went to his uncle's house alone. He had no classes that afternoon and was idly wandering around the school when he unexpectedly
ended up in front of those small buildings. A gust of cold wind made the young man shiver. He decided to go inside to warm up
; Yang Lu had a key to the house. He knew his uncle wasn't home.
The house was empty and quiet. Yang Lu went upstairs and sat in the professor's usual chair.
There were a few cigarette butts in the ashtray, and books piled on the table. He tried to open a drawer in the desk; inside were notebooks and some
old letters, a few in Japanese that he couldn't understand. But Yang Lu suddenly felt a strong curiosity.
He wanted to know what his uncle usually did; perhaps he wanted to explore this unattended house, hoping
to discover some hidden secrets. This thought made him vaguely excited, a thief's thrill
prompting him to carefully open each drawer of the desk. But all he saw showed that the
owner was a physics professor, a monotonous and rigorous scholar.
However, this didn't disappoint Yang Lu too much; he continued to wander around the empty house, observing.
He gently pushed open the door to his uncle's bedroom. It was dark inside, the curtains were tightly drawn, and Yang Lu hadn't been there before
. He didn't turn on the light, but just stood by the door, peering inside. In the center was a French bed, with a
bedside table on each side. An old-fashioned wardrobe stood against the wall, with a three-tiered bookshelf on top filled with books, and
a cupboard with two small doors below. There was nothing else. Yang Lu slowly sat down on the bed, pulled
out the drawer of the left bedside table, and saw a camera, several medicine bottles, a small knife, and scissors.
But as he cautiously lifted a corner of the drawer liner, a photograph was revealed.
The photo, taken indoors, showed a handsome man dominating the frame, while
a figure on the right side looked directly at the camera. A strikingly beautiful figure, almost alluring. Yang Lu's
heart suddenly raced; the profile resembled Xie Xiting. Her slightly turned, alluring glance
was inadvertently captured in the photograph. Yang Lu began to believe it was her. Although he
had never seen her with such an expression before, so wanton and unrestrained, and with such heavy
makeup, even amidst his initial shock and doubt, he was captivated by the bewitching allure of the woman in the photo.
After putting the photo back as it was, a deep unease arose in Yang Lu's heart, a profound bewilderment about Xie Xiting. At this point,
nothing could be determined. However, the date automatically recorded when the photo was taken was in the corner: 99.
June 22nd.
Yang Lu seemed to sense something unusual. He tried to open the small cabinet below, but the door was
locked. After trying to take out the entire top drawer, sure enough, the contents of the cabinet were immediately
apparent. He was surprised to find it filled with women's clothing, but these were definitely not
the usual attire of women. They resembled uniquely shaped lingerie, with
exquisite materials and workmanship. The thin straps, metal hooks, lace-trimmed fabric, and black patent leather exuded a strange fragrance
, appearing both extremely luxurious and unusually decadent. He wondered what Xie Xiting would look like wearing these;
this sudden thought made his lower abdomen throb with discomfort. Yang Lu quickly banished this inappropriate
thought and carefully put everything back in its place.
His uncle should be back soon, he thought, and went downstairs. Just as he reached the bottom of the stairs, he suddenly heard
the sound of a key turning in the lock. Oh no, he's back! Without thinking, Yang Lu dashed to the back of the stairs,
crouched in the darkness, and held his breath.
The door opened, and Professor Yu walked in, followed by a girl—Xie Xiting.
They went straight upstairs, unaware that someone else was in the house. But Yang Lu saw it all.
Jiang Yuan was speeding along the highway in his SUV; it was almost dark.
His phone suddenly rang, displaying an unfamiliar number. He hesitated for a moment, then answered.
"Hello," Jiang Yuan's voice was listless.
"Hello," came a voice with a Hong Kong accent, "Is this Director Jiang?"
"Who is this?"
"Could we meet somewhere to talk?" The voice sounded very confident.
Jiang Yuan went alone; the other person insisted on talking privately.
Even after entering, Jiang Yuan didn't remove his baseball cap; the other person's attire was
much more formal in comparison.
"Hello, my surname is Long." When the man stood up to introduce himself, he was a full head taller than Jiang Yuan.
He had medium-length hair, a large ring on his finger that was quite eye-catching, and his iron-gray
suit was very sophisticated. In Jiang Yuan's eyes, as a film director, this guy had sharp features, a mature yet capable look
, and should be able to play a gangster or something. "
Could this guy surnamed Long be here to ask me for a role?" Jiang Yuan wondered to himself. People often volunteered
for roles from Jiang Yuan, but most were pretty girls. The only thing Jiang Yuan disliked was this man's eyes; they were
too gloomy. Although he smiled, his gaze couldn't hide a ruthless edge.
"Mr. Long, what's up?" Jiang Yuan sat down, took out a cigarette, and put it in his mouth. "I
'm not rushing you, but I'm actually quite busy." "You're not busy." The man calmly took out a shiny lighter and 　　lit the cigarette for him with a "ding.
" 　　Jiang Yuan was taken aback. 　　"I'm here on behalf of our company to discuss this with you. We hope we can have a pleasant collaboration." 　　"Your company, a collaboration?" Jiang Yuan was taken aback again. 　　"Yes, Director Jiang, our boss greatly admires your talent. That's why we'd look for an outstanding 　　film director like you to collaborate with." 　　"May I ask who your boss is?" 　　"We are an overseas company. Our boss is currently hoping to independently invest in and produce a film, so he 　　entrusted me to discuss the possibility of collaboration with you. Don't worry, we are all legitimate businessmen." The man finished speaking and 　　looked at Jiang Yuan. 　　This topic clearly surprised Jiang Yuan, yet it immediately piqued his interest. Although 　　his film from a few years ago was a national hit and won several international awards, he hadn't had much to 　　do this year and had no plans. Mainly, there weren't many topics that interested him; without interest, there was no passion, no 　　imagination, and therefore, no way to work. Did they know all this? In any case, the fact that someone wanted to invest in a film 　　was indeed good news for Jiang Yuan at this moment. 　　"Tell me, what are we filming? Do you have a script?" 　　Seeing her from afar, Yang Lu's heart sank. Xie Xiting walked with the professor, her delicate 　　face expressionless. Yang Lu looked at her hesitantly. Her bright red trench coat shone 　　warmly in the afternoon sun, but the gray-haired professor beside her immediately weighed down this pleasing lightness with a heavy 　　iron weight. 　　Professor Yu also saw Yang Lu. 　　"Xiao Lu, where are you going?" he asked. 　　"Oh," Yang Lu answered haphazardly, "I'm going to borrow a book." 　　Xie Xiting didn't look at him, so he had no chance to greet her. The strong color of the trench coat contrasted sharply 　　with the girl's pale face. 　　Although it was inappropriate, he couldn't control his actions. That fog-like doubt had already led 　　him automatically towards that building. This was 　　a small building, similar in style to Professor Yu's house, which Yang Lu had once lingered in and entered. It was on a small hill behind the professor's house, on slightly higher ground. Standing at the north-facing window on the second floor 　　, one could easily see the professor's living room. Yang Lu was standing in front of this window. 　　It was a bright and sunny afternoon, the early spring air bringing everything to life. Yang Lu stood by the window.

A breeze blew in through a broken pane of glass, warming his face. He was still a little nervous,
watching intently.
The curtains were drawn, beige linen curtains that blocked the peeping eye. The angle was perfect,
yet nothing could be seen. But the very fact that he couldn't see anything amplified his inner turmoil, and he
wasn't even eager to see anything through everything; he was even somewhat afraid of actually seeing something. Perhaps nothing would happen
, and it was all just his imagination. The curtains, in their most real form
, had nothing to do with his frantic thoughts; it was just an ordinary early spring afternoon, sunny and serene. This thought
calmed the restless young man slightly. He lit a cigarette, the smoke immediately casting a pale blue hue over the transparent window
, but what was happening behind the curtains?
He seemed to see the curtains moving, but it quickly proved to be just an illusion. His uncle
was always the one who kept the curtains drawn; a gloomy atmosphere was always associated with him. Perhaps he possessed a solitary nature
, an intolerant disregard for others' intrusion into his life—his secret life!
Yet, at that moment, he truly noticed the curtains moving, and in the direction he expected.
He immediately tensed, instinctively retreating as if trying to hide in the darkness behind. The beige
fabric was slowly pulled to the side, like a stage curtain slowly rising. Professor Yu's sparsely haired head
was now clearly visible in Yang Lu's line of sight.
In reality, it was merely a simple act of opening a curtain, but this slow movement
so profoundly stimulated the uneasy nerves of the voyeur in the corner. When the curtain was halfway open,
it stopped. The sparsely haired head disappeared as well. The distance between the two windows was less than twenty meters. Yang Lu
pressed close to the window; he could see the dark walnut writing desk.
Yang Lu's hand, holding a cigarette, suddenly trembled, and a strong urge to defecate surged from his abdomen.
He stared motionlessly at the window opposite, at a small, white foot—a woman's slender, graceful
foot, toes pointing upwards, writhing and struggling. Yang Lu saw a rope bound to the delicate ankle, the
kind of hemp rope with a prickly surface. The rope suspended the poor foot, gradually tightening… Suddenly,
with a “whoosh,” it swung, and the other end of the rope pulled out a long, slender, snow-white leg, like a shimmering silver fish
being lifted from the water by a fishing hook. The beautiful leg hanging upside down in the window momentarily stunned Yang Lu, his eyes
fixed on that swaying, smooth, long leg—dazzlingly white in the afternoon sunlight,
constantly writhing like a soft white worm, round and smooth, with a pinkish sheen. Her crystal-sculpted
jade foot, bound tightly by the rope, was red from engorgement and swayed helplessly in the air…
Jiang Yuan took a sip of tea; the sunlight outside the window was bright, making him squint.
“Mr. Long, since Mr. Chen wants to make this kind of film, why doesn’t he go to one of your Hong Kong Category III film
directors?”
“They probably don’t have that level of skill. Our boss demands absolute masterpieces.”
“What kind of masterpiece?”
“Director Jiang, you must have seen *X-ROMANCE*, right? That
’s exactly the kind of film we want to make. It needs to be bold enough, groundbreaking in its scale, and also possess superb artistry. We even
hope to surpass those foreign films! That’s why we’re looking for you.”
Jiang Yuan had certainly seen *X-ROMANCE*, directed by the French director Karin. Breya's
masterpiece had left a deep impression on Jiang Yuan. The scenes of sadomasochism were incredibly realistic,
and the daring content reminded him of another film—*In the Realm of the Senses*.
"Film is a realistic imagination, but not reality," Jiang Yuan said.
"Although I'm not an expert in art, I know that many works of art don't immediately demonstrate their value
; they often only truly shine many years later, right, Director Jiang? I believe you're
an artist with that kind of talent."
"Do you know how much it would cost if it were done exactly as I wanted? And it wouldn't even be released,
not a single penny at the box office, because in China, a film like that wouldn't pass the State Administration of Radio, Film and Television's censorship."
"We've already considered that. We can distribute it overseas, provided the film's quality is high."
"It has to be purely Chinese, right?" Jiang Yuan gave him a seemingly mocking look.
"You can shoot exactly as you want; we'll provide ample funding anytime."
"So your boss has been planning this for a long time?"
"President Chen has already decided on the title."
"What?"
"It'll be called—'Spring Grass by the Pond'."
"I won't admit I ever shot this film," Jiang Yuan said.
Jiang Yuan found Lei Peng in June 2000.
That day, Lei Peng was carrying his equipment, searching through the old streets of the city, trying to photograph a series of old houses.
Lei Peng was preparing for his solo exhibition; besides creating some of his works, he needed to raise enough
funds. Jiang Yuan and Lei Peng had gone to school together, studying photography together, but their fates after graduation were worlds apart. Lei Peng was now a freelance photographer, running a photo studio, which he 　　named "Jiang Photography Studio"
because it was located by the river . 　　The weather was fine that day. As Lei Peng passed a weathered, black-lacquered door, he unconsciously glanced inside 　　. It was dimly lit, but he saw a pair of long, slender, white legs slowly descending the old wooden stairs. 　　Perhaps the scene wasn't actually moving slowly, but to Lei Peng, it was 　　like a slow-motion scene in a movie; the exquisite image was instantly imprinted in his mind. The beautiful legs that appeared in the darkness were smooth and lustrous, encased 　　in sheer stockings, swaying gracefully and sensually on her light pink stilettos. 　　Later, Lei Peng followed her and secretly took many photos with his camera. That wasn't 　　important; what happened next was unexpected! 　　As he pretended to walk past, he turned and saw her face clearly: a fair face with flowing hair, slightly pointed...

Her chin was delicately pretty, and in the center were two bright, clear eyes, so clear and large
. She stared directly at Lei Peng, making him involuntarily flustered, as if he were drowning in that misty
gaze, his heart filled with thoughts, as if he were just one of many who had been secretly watching her
. The man also sensed the pride and disdain emanating from that gaze. This made Lei Peng hurriedly step aside,
letting her graceful figure drift past him, only managing to capture a glimpse of her slender back from afar.
This beauty was Xie Xiting.
Xie Xiting sat behind the professor's desk, idly flipping through the things on it. Professor Yu had told her
to read for a while, as he would be asking her questions when he returned. The girl was actually unconcerned about the professor's questions; she was
confident she could answer them, because she had always believed deep down that she had an extraordinary
talent for languages.
A thick sketchbook, its black cover emblazoned with two vibrant red characters—"Warm Love." It was
found in the professor's drawer. The book's unique binding caught the girl's eye.
When Xie Xiting picked it up with curiosity and quietly flipped to the first page, a scene she would never
forget—it happened on a Thursday afternoon during her sophomore summer vacation.
The book felt somewhat heavy in her hands. Opening the black cover, she saw a photograph of a woman with
long, dark chestnut hair cascading over her shoulders, her smile captivatingly charming. Even Xie Xiting couldn't help but agree that she was a beauty.
The girl also noticed the words "Xiao Duo" printed at the bottom of the page. She casually turned the page; it
was the same woman, a red, tight-fitting skirt clinging to her voluptuous body, revealing her pale thighs. The next page
showed yet another pose… Each photograph seemed designed to fully
display the woman's alluring figure, and the woman, in turn, eagerly posed for the camera, making each page increasingly explicit
. Xie Xiting was already blushing furiously; she unconsciously bit her lower lip,
shifting restlessly in her chair. The photographs before her completely exposed the woman's most private parts. Printed
on high-quality coated paper, the images were so clear that every pore was clearly visible. She was completely
captivated by the woman in the book. This woman with a devilish figure gleamed with undisguised excitement in her eyes.
When she so generously displayed every part of her body, she seemed almost intoxicated; that extremely seductive
expression deeply stimulated the young girl's senses. Xie Xiting unconsciously squeezed her legs together tightly, her slender fingers gripping the corner of the page
turning white with force.
"You've never seen this picture book before, have you?" The professor's voice suddenly rang out behind her.
The sudden shock almost made Xie Xiting faint; she'd been discovered!
The professor's face was grim; his large eyes, behind his glasses, stared directly at the panicked girl. She
had never seen Professor Yu's face so red, as if he'd applied rouge. This made Xie Xiting want to laugh, but her arm
was gripped tightly by the professor's large hand, a squeeze that hurt. Both remained silent.
Professor Yu's expression gradually softened, and he suddenly said calmly to the girl, "Come on, learn from me."
Xie Xiting stared in astonishment at the professor's finger pointing to a page in the picture book. What? Did he want me to…
"You don't know how?" the professor still asked. "Come on, show me."
Xie Xiting's heart began to pound; she could clearly feel her face rapidly flushing red
.
The girl glanced at the picture book, then slowly turned around, walked to the desk, straightened her legs, spread them apart, and
leaned forward. Her high, rounded buttocks stretched the fabric of her jeans, making them appear unusually full.
She felt her buttocks burning, and gradually began to writhe involuntarily.
The professor reached out to that warm, moist place, where it subtly bulged outwards in a hidden spot, his fingertips pressing upwards
on the soft, vibrant, and eager area. He could feel the trembling and panting through the fabric. He
rubbed upwards and forcefully… instantly eliciting a suppressed and desperate moan from the girl, like a short, startled cry.
He suddenly grabbed her braid and dragged her towards the desk.
Her gentle body bent over the hard, smooth surface of the walnut wood. The professor's hand swiftly swept across
her writhing buttocks on the edge of the desk, making a muffled "thud." Her round, fleshy buttocks couldn't escape
the blow; they jerked violently under the impact—without a sound or a scream—the girl fell silent, her delicate
face burning red. Her gaze was hazy beneath her trembling eyelashes, surprisingly submissive to the sudden violence
.
The moon was cool and the breeze gentle. Xie Xiting lay in the darkness, the moonlight reflected in her deep eyes.
A gentle breeze, carrying a faint fragrance,
seemed to waft from a woman downstairs, a powdery scent.
The girl on the bed closed her eyes to smell it, but it was gone. The bright moonlight still shone through the gauze window,
like water, onto the girl's curvaceous body, bathing her delicate form in a silvery glow.
Xie Xiting's legs slowly twitched, her hands, buried between her thighs, gradually reaching inside,
squeezing her delicate area. Her two jade-like white legs suddenly parted to the sides, bending and straightening repeatedly… She gasped,
her fingers almost submerged, her two small, snow-white feet, which had been slowly struggling on the smooth straw mat, suddenly stiffened amidst her urgent breathing
, and the girl let out a soft, weak sigh. Her eyes were tightly closed, her body trembling slightly
. Her buttocks were still a little swollen; the friction on the mat had felt particularly burning, and it was
this scorching pain that made her lower body feel like it was on fire, experiencing a complete ascent amidst the spasms of her lower abdomen and a pricking pain
!
Calming down, Xie Xiting turned over and drifted off to sleep.
She really did have a dream, a dream about her childhood. Because she was indeed so young, she seemed to have made some
mistake—for reasons she couldn't remember—and was beaten by her father. She dreamt of her father again, always feeling that she was still very,
very good, but he still beat her. In the dream, although she was still a little girl, her thoughts were
modern. Did she vaguely realize that she was dreaming? When she was being beaten, although she cried, her heart...
Li was overjoyed, so she lay motionless on her father's lap. A feeling of happiness filled her entire
body; her father wouldn't leave her again, and he was still spanking her. Her parents divorced when she was eight
.
The air was filled with the fragrance of fresh grass. It was a strange season; every year at this time, it would
rain for a month straight in Jiangnan.
The rain had just stopped, and the afternoon sun wasn't as intense as in summer, just shining brightly through the window.
The glass water bottle on the table reflected the light onto the snow-white wall. The clear water glass was
gazed at by the girl's clear eyes, which seemed to be filled with water as well. Her hair was still the same, neatly tied back,
with a few soft bangs falling across her smooth forehead.
Xie Xiting didn't come to this coffee shop often, even though it was on the road leading to the back gate of the school,
not far from her home. Perhaps she didn't go to these places without a reason.
School was out for break, so she was the only one in the shop, sitting by the glass window—a
clean and bright place.
"Then spank me..."—those words changed everything!
Was it a joke, madness, or a cathartic release?
Everything was made of glass: the window, the water bottle, the cup, the girl… all shimmering in the rainy season sunlight.
Was her bottom made of glass too?
Several red marks stood out starkly against her fair skin on Xie Xiting's bare arms—bruises of rough treatment
.
When Yang Lu entered, Xie Xiting was standing at the bar, preparing to leave.
There was no one else there, and she turned her face, her eyes landing on Yang Lu. He took off his sunglasses, their
gaze meeting. That gaze was like a flickering flame, bright and piercing, yet instantly turning as cold as frost,
making him feel as if he had fallen into an abyss.
Yang Lu stared involuntarily into those deep, dark eyes; he could even hear his own heartbeat. She must
have known that he had seen the marks on the arm, for the purplish-red marks
stood out starkly against the snow-white skin, causing a pang of pain and sorrow. The girl's eyes were like deep wells shrouded in mist, all
emotions flowing into them silently.
"Hi," Xie Xiting greeted him with a smile, "Yang Lu."
"Oh, you're here too."
"Yes… um, I have to go." With that, the girl walked towards the door.
Standing alone, Yang Lu stared blankly at her retreating figure, then saw the girl, who had been walking quickly to the door
, stop and turn back to ask, "Why don't you take me home?"
These words left Yang Lu speechless, yet his heart suddenly seemed to sprout, like tender spring grass.
He silently followed the girl into the bright sunshine, the delicate fragrance emanating from her
intoxicating him, while a light drizzle began to fall. Ah, the plum rain season in Jiangnan!
"East wind brings sunshine, west wind brings rain," Yang Lu recited.
"It seems heartless, yet it is full of affection," Xie Xiting replied lightly.
Yang Lu turned his head again and saw her smiling at him, which stirred boundless
tenderness in his heart, a sudden burst of joy mixed with sorrow.
"Fallen flowers, a lone figure,"
"Light rain, swallows flying in pairs." Her voice was so light and melodious that it made Yang Lu's heart turn into a shower of rain,
bringing endless sorrow.
"If a person's fate is knowable," Yang Lu said, bowing his head, "I mean, things destined,
then I dare not know."
"Are you afraid to know the secrets of fate?" the girl asked, "Perhaps it is in your hands."
"I only want to enjoy the most beautiful time of my life, perhaps it comes quickly and goes quickly." He sighed deeply
, then said, "But that's enough."
A silence followed.
"I'm home." Xie Xiting stopped, gazing at a still pool of spring water on the other side of the road.
"Oh, goodbye." Yang Lu stopped and looked at the girl.
They stood in the afternoon sun, in the light drizzle, the lush green leaves of the spring grass by the pond standing tall and
radiant.
The room was dark, only some light shone through the half-drawn curtains, casting a slant on Xie Xiting's pale face
, outlining her exquisite features, like a fairy emerging from the shadows. Professor Yu was still sitting at his desk, his figure
almost disappearing into the darkness, only the glow of his cigarette flickering and wisps of blue smoke rising.
"What day is it today?" the professor asked.
"Thursday."
"Uh," the old man murmured, "It's Thursday, did you bring the translation?"
"Yes, I did," the girl answered softly, her face flushing. She pulled a notebook from her purse
and handed it to him, but the professor didn't take it. He said, "Then you can read it to me." "This..." The girl's face turned even redder. "Do you want me to read it?" She saw the professor's gaze 　　fixed on her
from behind his glasses . 　　"What, is there a problem?" 　　However, Xie Xiting only opened her mouth and moved slightly. The thought of translating what the Japanese had written 　　made her feel flustered, and she quietly squeezed her legs together. 　　Later, Xie Xiting recorded the events of that day in her diary: "This morning, 　　Yang Lu called and asked me to go to the riverbank with him, saying it was the best place to fly kites. I told him I was going to the professor's 　　house for class. I barely listened to the two afternoon classes; my mind was a mess. That awful thing is already 　　translated; it's so embarrassing. Actually, it's nothing, because compared to going to the professor's house for class, 　　this is... this is a mistake, and I can't get rid of it. I can't record it in detail; I won't be 　　able to face it later. He's even crazier than before, and so am I..." 　　After the professor took off her coat, Xie Xiting's slender waist was revealed, and the red sweater 　　and white trousers she wore underneath accentuated her delicate figure. 　　The professor pressed slightly on her back, and Xie Xiting leaned forward weakly, barely supporting herself on 　　the edge of the desk with her hands. The girl lowered her head; she knew she looked utterly pathetic. And her two long, slender legs...

Her legs were pressed together, further emphasizing her round, plump buttocks, which stretched the white trousers tightly, like two
large, hanging water droplets, full and inviting.
The professor then stretched out two fingers and pinched the plumpest spot, making her round, taut buttocks tighten and
tremble involuntarily.
"Hmm? Take off your trousers," the professor said, "Let me see what's moving."
"I...I didn't move, I don't know..." Xie Xiting whispered.
Her face was already flushed, and she closed her eyes in shame, but obediently offered her buttocks. The professor's
hands moved up, then lifted her shirt and pulled down her trousers from her waist. When the white trousers were pulled down,
a shimmering white light flashed before the old man's eyes. It turned out that the girl was wearing
a layer of white pantyhose underneath her trousers. Now, this transparent silk fabric was covering her smooth, pink buttocks.
"These buttocks are so round, full of vitality and allure, they deserve severe punishment!"
The professor raised his hand high, then brought it down heavily, slapping the upturned buttocks with
a loud "thud." Xie Xiting's body stiffened, and she couldn't help but cry out. Her face
flushed crimson. But the professor didn't stop. Her cry was high-pitched, like the mournful sound of tender leaves. The professor seemed to
enjoy hearing this mournful sound. His face was merciless as he stared at the trembling, plump buttocks, slapping them hard. The
buttocks writhed seductively in pain, making a crackling sound under his palm. The plump flesh
rolled and bounced in response. The girl's buttocks were instantly red from the beating,
puffed up like freshly steamed buns, steaming, covered with red and swollen welts. This was perhaps the limit that a gentle and delicate
buttocks could endure.
The burning pain in her buttocks had spread throughout her body, making it hard for her to breathe. Her mouth was wide open, and tears
streamed uncontrollably down her face. As the pain intensified, she felt enveloped in a fiery heat. With
each twist of her hips, a surge of heat rose from her sensitive lower abdomen, rushing upwards and burning her face
. The heat was even more intense downwards, causing her to gasp softly and involuntarily arch her hips to receive
it. But when she turned her head, she saw the professor open a drawer and take out a rope.
"Is he going to tie me up again?" This thought kept repeating to Xie Xiting as she saw the finger-thick hemp rope in the professor's hand.
She took a deep breath and closed her eyes slightly. She smelled the distinctive
scent of hemp rope again, mixed with sweat and something else, stimulating her sense of smell. She gasped for breath,
her hands gripped by the old man, pulled behind her back, and twisted. Two strands of overlapping hemp rope immediately wrapped around her wrists, the rough
friction sending electric shocks through her body—a feeling difficult to describe. She tried to remain silent,
enduring the pain of being bound. The ropes tightened and intertwined, digging into her delicate flesh. The girl's
body was strangely divided and manipulated by the ropes, like a lamb at his mercy.
The tangled ropes bound her arms tightly, crossed and tied behind her back. Her left leg
was folded up, tied with rope, and laid flat on the table, forcing the girl to
lie face down on the large writing desk, while her other leg hung helplessly over the edge. Her snow-white, delicate buttocks
were completely exposed, with nowhere to hide except for the sheer stockings tightly covering her crotch.
There were no panties underneath; from behind, two tender, moist labia could be seen stickily squeezed together in a thin layer of white silk
.
The professor admired the bound girl as if she were his masterpiece; her body was so beautiful,
even her struggles were so touching. A twitch appeared on the professor's face, forming a grotesque smile.
A soft "tap-tap" sound caught the old man's attention. When he found the source,
his eyes widened as if he had discovered something. It was Xie Xiting's right leg, draped in a sheet, struggling to straighten and touch the ground.
Unable to reach, she could only barely stand on her tiptoes, still wearing a high heel, the heel making an uncontrollable
pecking sound on the floor.
The professor slowly approached, staring at the straight, pointed leg. Suddenly, he scooped it up with both hands, and a slender, shapely
leg lay across his grasp. Encased in sheer stockings, it stretched out long and beautifully, its undulating curves gleaming
with a captivating ivory sheen. The professor placed his hands on the girl's smooth, silky leg,
his broad palms caressing the long, slender line from top to bottom through the thin stockings. The soft flesh rolled under his fingers, making
a soft "rustling" sound. Xie Xiting's breathing became uneven. Suddenly, she felt a chill on her feet—her high
heels had been removed, and one delicate foot was now exposed. Her toes were tense, slightly bent
, and Professor Yu had grasped it firmly. She gasped, feeling a surge of heat rise to her sole
, causing the girl to let out a soft moan. She struggled to turn her head and was astonished to see the professor's balding head
bobbing at her feet. He was licking her soles with his tongue, like a dog. The poor little
foot was held tightly in the old man's hand, twitching nervously under the stimulation of his tongue.
Her toes, hidden in her stockings, kept bending and spreading… Her tiny soles were covered in saliva, the thin stockings clinging damply to
her pink feet. The old man even tried to shove her entire foot into his mouth. Xie Xiting gradually lost her resistance
, gasping and making muffled sounds. Her body lay sprawled on the smooth tabletop, her waist
twisting back and forth.
The professor's large hand pressed down on her serpentine waist and abdomen, the sharp instrument effortlessly piercing through the middle of her pantyhose.
His slender, yellowish fingers were pinching a thin layer of silk between the young beauty's thighs. A sharp blade
sliced through, making a slight tearing sound as the pantyhose immediately stretched open,
revealing her pink, moist labia.
Her fair buttocks were covered with uneven welts, and her private parts, nestled between her buttocks, were fully exposed.
Her labia were swollen and full, slightly parted, revealing a glistening red slit. The professor
's fingers traced along that slit, his fingertips glistening with a sticky fluid. Her delicate lips could only helplessly close.
Her legs slowly opened again, oblivious to the glistening fluid that flowed out, forming a clear, glistening line between them
.
Thin, sallow fingers effortlessly slid into her flesh. Xie Xiting let out a soft moan as the strong, rough
fingers rubbed against her soft flesh, deeply penetrating her most intimate parts. The old man felt
the crisscrossing folds of flesh inside and deliberately rubbed and squeezed them, causing Xie Xiting to moan.
Her body began to tremble uncontrollably, and a blush rose to her fair neck. The beauty closed her eyes,
her buttocks raised high, letting the man's fingers frantically thrust in and out of her wet, slippery opening, making
soft, squelching sounds. Her private parts felt like they were melting; the burning stimulation reached her nerves from every sensitive pore
, so intense that the poor girl could hardly bear it.
A surge of heat, like a tidal wave, rapidly rose from her lower abdomen, instantly overwhelming all
consciousness. She heard her own soft voice uttering shameless moans, while her bound body could only
writhe on the table. Sweat beaded on the professor's forehead, but he showed no sign of stopping. He added another finger,
thrusting his middle and index fingers into Xie Xiting's wet vulva, penetrating with all his might. Soon, her writhing
body suddenly stiffened, and the beauty cried out urgently, "Stop...stop...just a moment...I can't
...I can't...I can't..." The professor, however, secretly quickened his movements; he could no longer hold back, and after a few
thrusts, a stream of hot liquid gushed from between her trembling buttocks, splashing everywhere. After a long, drawn-out "ee-ya," Xie Xiting
fell silent, only panting heavily with her mouth wide open. Her eyes gradually rolled back, and her whole body continued
to tremble uncontrollably. With another surge of heat, her slender waist spasmed and arched backward, even her toes pointing straight up
. Her high-raised buttocks continuously sprayed copious amounts of water, which flowed down her long, jade-like legs and onto the
floor.
#2
Standing in her own bathroom, Xie Xiting still couldn't be sure that what had happened was real. Yet
the marks left on her body were still clearly visible. The hot water from the showerhead poured over her smooth body, making her feel
a tingling sensation, but also a slight dizziness. She rubbed her body, enjoying
the pleasure brought by her soft, smooth skin.
In the misty mirror, a girl was also watching her, a
girl with long, black hair and fair skin. She swept her wet hair back with her hands, gently lifting her chest, her young body immediately displaying
an incredibly alluring curve. She placed her arms behind her back, letting her delicate breasts protrude freely,
standing erect in a posture uniquely youthful. Two rosy nipples appeared luscious, like red agate set
against her snow-white, jade-carved breasts. Xie Xiting couldn't help but squint, gazing intently at this charming and alluring girl.
She admired her body, yet the thought that one day this beautiful woman would also turn into a horrifying skeleton
, into a wisp of pale smoke, was so cruel, how could it not break one's heart? Her hands involuntarily moved slowly
down, reaching between her legs, caressing herself, a hollow yet sweet expression on her face.
When the heat from within reached her fingertips, she felt a suffocating sensation, and at the same time, a calm settled over her.
The phone rang abruptly. Xie Xiting's mother wasn't home, and fearing something might be wrong, she
quickly grabbed a large bath towel and ran out to answer the phone. "Hello?" she asked softly.
"Hello, is this Xie Xiting?" a rather magnetic voice came from the other end of the line.
"Oh, it's me. You must be Yang Lu?"
"Yes, how did you know it was me?"
"Of course I recognize your voice."
"What do you need?" Xie Xiting asked.
"Um... something's come up," Yang Lu stammered on the other end. "Could you come out for a bit?"
"What is it? Can't we talk on the phone?"
"Um..." There was a moment of silence. Yang Lu seemed unsure how to answer, only saying, "I think
it'd be better to say it in person."
"Well..." Xie Xiting paused for a moment, then agreed, "Okay, just
wait for me on the steps downstairs from my apartment, you know that, right? I'll be right down."
The bright moonlight shone on the deserted steps. Yang Lu stood under the dim streetlamp, looking at the high steps,
waiting for his beloved girl. All around was so quiet, only the occasional rustling of leaves in the breeze
. Xie Xiting, how should I tell you? How will you answer me? My dearest Xiting, we seem
so familiar, yet so strange. My dearest girl, I'd rather stand here waiting for you forever, because
the moonlight tonight is so beautiful, and the night sky so serene. I knew you would come, so this is another
kind of sweet waiting. How will you come? But I know that no matter how you come, you will be the most beautiful
.
She descended the high steps, like a fairy emerging from the moonlight. Her hair wasn't
tied back as usual, but draped over her shoulders. Yang Lu had never seen her with her hair down, but she
looked absolutely stunning. Her flowing hair wasn't completely dry, black and pure,
shimmering with a faint silver glow under the moonlight. She wore a yellow dress and gracefully approached him, bringing with her an intoxicating fragrance
. Yang Lu was enveloped by this gentle scent, unsure whether it was the flowers and grasses of the night
or she herself had bestowed such a refreshing fragrance upon the night.
Her angelic face wore an elegant smile, and her deep, bright eyes gazed kindly at the young
man before her.
"What do you need me for?" she asked.
Yang Lu couldn't utter a single word. He truly couldn't say anything appropriate, suitable, or moving
. His prepared words suddenly lost their meaning. He simply looked at her, silent, his eyes filled
with a faint sadness.
"If you don't speak, I'm leaving," the girl said again, but she didn't leave.
He still couldn't speak. What else was there to say? Didn't she understand? Did she want to leave
?!
"Then let's talk as we walk, okay?" Xie Xiting said, still as rational as ever.
Yang Lu nodded, walking side by side with his beloved girl on the campus path. He wished the path would never
end, wished the night would never end.
"I..." Yang Lu finally spoke, "I know that if someone confesses their feelings to another,
there are two outcomes: acceptance or rejection; reciprocation or disdain."
"How could I disdain you?" Xie Xiting said, "I think I understand what you mean."
Yang Lu remained silent, unsure how to continue. "Actually, when you called, I knew what you were going to say." She 　　smiled
slightly, seemingly without a hint of smugness. 　　"Oh, you, then you..." He didn't have the courage to ask further. "Let me think about it, okay?" Xie Xiting said, her words 　　slightly easing 　　Yang Lu's expectation of a binary choice . 　　"Actually, I'm just an ordinary, very plain girl," Xie Xiting said as they walked, then asked 　　him, "When did it start?" 　　"From the moment I entered school, during military training, from the first moment I saw you, I liked you." 　　"Actually, I knew even if you didn't say it." A small, triumphant smile appeared on the girl's face. 　　"Huh?" This surprised Yang Lu greatly, and he couldn't help but ask curiously, "How did you know? I 　　didn't say or do anything." 　　"Because I'm very sensitive," she replied, "so I could sense it." 　　"Then, will you consider it?" 　　"Yes," the girl nodded seriously, "I will consider it." 　　For a moment, they were silent, only the tranquil night and the moonlight illuminating the ground. The path was almost at 　　its end. 　　"Okay, take me home," Xie Xiting said. 　　Yang Lu walked her to her doorstep, and they said goodbye. Watching the girl's figure disappear, Yang Lu turned around and 　　ran wildly into the darkness. 　　Xie Xiting's dreams were always filled with her childhood, the scene of her father spanking her. Her father's broad palms 　　struck hard, but all she heard was her mother's groans, a painful yet suppressed sob that made her heart pound, 　　and also gave her an uneasy, inexplicable pleasure. The dreams were always so chaotic. When she turned around, she found that it 　　wasn't her father spanking her, but Professor Yu, and she was no longer the little girl with braids, but 　　a graceful young woman. Yet the professor still held her on his lap as if she were a child, and she obediently 　　lay there. Something deep within her was always awakened in these dreams, growing wildly like tangled weeds 　　. She woke up, the long night still unfinished, and felt something sticky down there, wet again. She closed her eyes, sighed weakly 　　, and in her lucidity, thought of Yang Lu, of his clumsy confession, and couldn't help but smile softly. 　　June 22, 1999, afternoon, Professor Yu's small house. 　　Xie Xiting's hands were clasped together, barely managing to stand. A feeling of fullness in her lower abdomen made her face flush 　　and her breathing rapid. 　　She needed to urinate, but the professor wouldn't allow her to go to the toilet. 　　"If you want to relieve yourself, then please do so." 　　"But, you..." Xie Xiting said, her face burning red, "Aren't you going to let me go to the bathroom?" 　　"No, that won't do. Only here," the old man added coldly and calmly, "I mean right 　　here." 　　"Ah, how can that be?" She stared wide-eyed in surprise, her whole body trembling slightly. 　　"I've made myself perfectly clear," the professor said indifferently, "Do I have to explain it all the way through 　　for you to understand?" 　　The man then gave the girl a mocking look and said, word by word, "If you want to urinate, urinate in your pants." 　　"Ah!" Xie Xiting looked at the professor in horror, her two slender legs trembling involuntarily. She 　　gasped for breath, desperately squeezing her thighs together and twisting, but the intense urge to urinate gradually eroded the girl's will. With 　　each contraction below, she arched her back and forth, moaning as she squeezed her legs together, 　　rubbing them with her hands, her buttocks gradually protruding backward. She could no longer hold it in; a thin stream of urine began 　　to flow from below. Xie Xiting closed her eyes in despair; her crotch was immediately wet. Extreme shame and the urge to endure made her tremble . 　　From behind, the area below her buttocks was soaked, but the heat within her 　　could no longer be controlled as it gushed out, quickly soaking her entire trouser leg, 　　filling the air with the pungent stench of hot urine. The girl squatted down helplessly, and when she looked up and saw the professor's indifferent expression, she 　　finally collapsed into her own urine, sobbing uncontrollably. But the urine continued to flow from below, 　　the wet patch on the floor expanding, and she even farted. Although it was just a slight "plop 　　," it was enough to make the girl collapse in shame, her thin body convulsing pitifully in the flowing urine 　　. 　　Rain began to fall outside, making Professor Yu's dark bedroom even more oppressive, filling her with unease. Xie Xiting was alone, naked, 　　in the professor's bedroom. She had showered, but those filthy, foul-smelling clothes 　　were impossible to wear again. 　　"There are a few clothes in my bedside table; you might find them comfortable," the professor said through the door. " 　　Take them yourself, and hurry." 　　Although Xie Xiting had doubts, she truly had no other choice. There was a box in the cabinet; she took it out 　　and placed it by the bedside. Opening it, she found some clothes inside. The girl casually picked out a strangely shaped little thing, 　　curiously unfolding it in her hand. She discovered it was a thong made of only a few leather straps, with a gleaming 　　steel lock at the back. A narrow strip of black leather ran through the middle, one side of which was covered in suede. The 　　short, sharp bristles felt terribly rough against the girl's delicate hands, startling her so much that she quickly threw it back, 　　her heart pounding. She then picked up another item, a short skirt, which was very pretty, but 　　seemed a bit too short. She stood up and held it up against herself, realizing that on her tall frame, 　　the short hem barely covered her hips. What would happen if she bent over even slightly? Good heavens, 　　how could she possibly wear these "clothes" out! Xie Xiting sat back down on the edge of the bed in despair.

But the professor's voice rang out from outside the door again: "Are you done yet? Hurry up, I'm coming in."
"Ah, I'm almost done, almost done..." the girl hurriedly replied, gritting her teeth and forcing herself to choose.
There was only this one-piece dress left, which seemed alright; it was pure white, somewhat like a swimsuit, only exceptionally
thin. She carefully slipped it over her legs and pulled it up, then pulled the thin straps
over her shoulders. The dress clung tightly to her body, but she couldn't lift it up at all. It turned out there were only two thin breast supports, which were
pushing her breasts high outwards. Xie Xiting shook her head helplessly. Fortunately, she found a white
long-sleeved shirt that she could wear over it, although it was narrow and short, at least it could cover her protruding
breasts. Finally, she chose a simple and bright white pair of trousers, only to find that
the fabric was so thin it was almost transparent, and the cut was completely clinging to the curves of her legs. Fortunately, her legs
were quite beautiful, Xie Xiting thought with a touch of mockery, unaware that her outfit had already accentuated her delicate figure
, further highlighting her already near-perfect and captivating physique.
"Why aren't you ready yet?" the professor urged again. Xie Xiting's heart pounded as she slowly opened
the door, standing there flustered.
The door opened, and Xie Xiting, dressed in pure white, stepped out. Her head was lowered, her face flushed
, but her breasts were exaggeratedly high, filling the narrow front of her shirt completely. Her nipples,
rubbing directly against the fabric, were erect, clearly visible from the outside.
The professor looked at her with an unprecedented astonishment, for he was still a man, and
a rather energetic old man at that. His long years of living alone had made him somewhat repressed and eccentric, yet he still retained
his scholarly demeanor, though his throat felt a little dry. The professor hurriedly reached for a cigarette, his eyes fixed on the girl
's body. He swallowed, his hand holding the cigarette, but he forgot to light it.
A blush appeared on his face. He felt a warmth; the young, alluring body before him gave him a certain strength, making him
feel younger. Something dry seemed to surge in his chest; Xie Xiting's seductive
figure captivated him.
She spun around, her long, black hair flowing smoothly over her shoulders, her angelic, pure
face paired with a devilish, bewitching body. The rain outside the window poured down harder now. The professor's gaze
pierced the girl like an awl, making her feel even more ashamed, while her body grew increasingly hot. Her knees
rubbed together, she bit her lip, her body slowly turning under the professor's gaze. Each step was an allure
, a seduction of the man, and she herself was seduced.
She turned slowly, and in this rainy afternoon, everything seemed to slow down.
In the secluded, quiet room, only the sounds of their breathing and the patter of raindrops on the window could be heard. Xie
Xiting's expression gradually relaxed, becoming calm. Her bright, dark eyes gradually filled with a flirtatious
look, and she adopted an even more alluring posture. Perhaps this was a
carnal game she could accept, one that she could indulge in.
The professor embraced Xie Xiting, caressing her soft, delicate body, inhaling the fragrance of her hair
. He almost kissed her, but didn't; he only felt a sudden emptiness.
"I won't have it forever, because I've already lost everything. My life has been a failure."
The professor paused, then slowly said, "When I was young, like you are now, I put in the effort. I
was one of the best, studying in Japan... After returning, I went to England as an exchange scholar. Back then, I was
striving for an ideal. Just like you are now, diligent and single-minded."
Xie Xiting remained silent. The professor continued, "Xiao Xie, you probably don't understand. I've failed
. My academic achievements couldn't be realized, and they've never been of any practical use.
This disappointment," he paused—somewhat agitated—became for someone so dedicated to academia, for
someone like me. A real blow, a profound sense of defeat.
The professor's face was now filled with despair. He lit another cigarette, took a deep drag, and said,
"Now, I must admit I've completely failed, and I'm all alone, isolated."
The old man's eyes gleamed behind his glasses, sharp and helpless. He held Xie Xiting in his arms, the girl
sitting on his lap. The strong, aged, and stubborn masculine scent emanating from him, mixed with the smell of tobacco
, assaulted Xie Xiting's nostrils. Her buttocks shifted on the professor's thighs, causing a warm, soft
sensation. The professor's hand couldn't help but grasp the girl's buttocks, sliding down her cleft and then back up, finally touching
that area. The girl's thighs immediately tightened, she opened her mouth to breathe, and began to writhe restlessly.
"Little Xie, I have nothing left to pursue, nothing left, my heart is dead, I only have this!"
With that, his fingers pressed down, digging into the girl's tender flesh through her trousers. Xie Xiting suddenly let out a soft
moan, her body going limp. Meanwhile, the professor's other hand quickly pulled open a drawer and took out a bundle of rope.
"This is all I have," he said. "This, like a cigarette, brings warmth and
a sense of belonging."
The professor finally produced the rope. Xie Xiting's eyes seemed to be veiled by a soft, alluring mist. She
breathed weakly, feeling once again trapped in her fate. She was afraid of ropes, afraid of being bound by them. That
feeling of humiliation and helplessness always ravaged her sensitive self-esteem. However, once trapped within them, when the ropes
tightly wrapped around her body, digging into her flesh, and she finally lost all freedom, a certain sense of being at their mercy would lead to a
complete sense of security—a feeling of surrender when one has completely lost oneself.
Xie Xiting was bound to the professor's chair. Her snow-white, soft body lay half-bent on her back in the chair
, her limbs bound by hemp rope. Her hands were clasped together above her head, the rope wrapped around the back of the chair and secured, rendering her arms immobile
. Her legs were spread wide apart, tightly bound in an extremely unsightly M-shape, while her buttocks were...
It was as if her buttocks were ready to be admired at any moment, with only her two smooth little feet able to
sway ridiculously on either side.
The girl's tight and alluring body, bound to the chair like a doll, still twisted and struggled
incessantly, displaying a multitude of seductive charms. Her two slender legs were bound in an M-shape and pulled back to the sides,
pressing her thighs and groin tightly together, creating a taut, round, fleshy buttocks. Encased in thin trousers,
the shape of the mound of flesh between her thighs was clearly visible, and even the location of the cleft in the middle could be seen.
Xie Xiting's buttocks bounced under the professor's gaze, completely defenseless. The professor lowered his head,
sniffing between the girl's legs. The hot, humid scent emanating from there was slightly sour, yet
gentle and alluring, like a lush, green meadow. The professor, immersed in the scent, eagerly cupped
her full, delicate buttocks in his hands, burying his parched lips deep within them, arching and sucking,
his nose pressing into her fleshy crevice.
"Hah...hah...hah..." Xie Xiting gasped heavily, helplessly arching her lower body, feeling
the warm breath beneath her growing increasingly intense, as if finding an entrance, penetrating
deep into her flesh, surging up from her groin, making her body hot, and she let out weak moans with her eyes closed. When the professor lifted his face
, he noticed that Xie Xiting's crotch was already soaked.
"Why are you wet again?" the professor whispered in the girl's ear. "Ugh...I...don't know," she
answered the professor's unbearable question softly, her eyes closed in shame, "I just couldn't help it."
"Looks like you really need something down there, don't you?" the professor suddenly asked loudly.
"Ah, no! No, I don't want anything." Xie Xiting felt a little scared, not knowing
how she would be treated.
"Don't want anything?" the professor asked immediately.
Xie Xiting nodded weakly, her face burning red, while the wet patch in the center of her buttocks gradually
widened.
"Yes, no, no..." the girl said almost pleadingly. She couldn't move, and this
posture of being at the mercy of external forces triggered a strange excitement deep within her. She vaguely sensed what was about to happen
, but couldn't predict it. This psychological experience of being powerless to change what was about to happen to her gave her
a sense of being exiled or abandoned, which in turn led to a consciousness of complete self-abandonment and acceptance of everything. Because
it was imposed upon her, something she was powerless to resist, she could only accept it. Her physical desires were no longer under
her control, thus offsetting the deeply hidden sexual guilt unique to women. This feeling was
related to the paternal love Xie Xiting had craved since childhood but lost too early. All the impressions of paternal love remained only as
memories of corporal punishment. Therefore, the feeling of being punished was forcibly linked to the experience of paternal love,
forming in her subconscious the equation of being punished with paternal love, especially when inflicted by a man like her father
. Once this deeply hidden psychological syndrome
intertwined with her budding sexual awareness during puberty, it transformed into a masochistic tendency. Because masochism not only deepened the experience of "love"
but also eliminated the psychological guilt. As such masochistic behavior intensified in her consciousness through repeated occurrences
, the valve controlling sexual pleasure became hopelessly linked to masochism
, and these causal effects shaped Xie Xiting's masochistic personality.
When the professor came out of the kitchen, he was holding a cucumber, thick and straight, its surface covered with jagged,
protruding bristles.
"Oh, no!" Xie Xiting suddenly realized the professor's intention and turned pale with fright. She struggled futilely
, making the chair creak. Seeing the beautiful girl so frightened, the professor couldn't help but laugh. "Xiao Xie
, why are you so nervous?" the professor asked. "Please
, no, please don't do this, okay?" Xie Xiting said with a mournful face.
"Don't what, huh?" the professor asked deliberately, "It's okay, just tell me, what exactly don't you want?"
"Don't want what's in your hand..." Xie Xiting found it hard to say, her face flushing red and then turning pale.
Her trousers were pulled down to her knees, revealing her smooth, white buttocks once more. Only a very thin bodysuit
peeked through her crotch, barely covering her most private area. The professor continued to question her,
teasing Xie Xiting's bare buttocks with one end of a cucumber. The rough, protruding ends scraped against her soft flesh, instantly
raising goosebumps.
"No, don't use a cucumber!" Xie Xiting finally bit her lip and said with difficulty, "Don't use a cucumber on me
..."
But the professor mocked, "Isn't a cucumber good? It's as fresh and tender as you. Why don't you try
it?"
He then held the cucumber to Xie Xiting's mouth.
"No, please!" Xie Xiting pleaded, "It's too rough, I can't take it, I really
can't take it..."
Before she could finish speaking, the cucumber was already shoved into her open mouth, and the girl could only make "ooh
ooh" sounds. The professor held a cucumber and stirred it back and forth in Xie Xiting's mouth. The thick, fleshy cucumber was covered in Xie Xiting
's saliva, glistening with a vibrant green.
"You're not eating any, so you must really want it down there, right?" the professor asked
, actually asking such a question. He then pressed one end of the cucumber between Xie Xiting's legs, causing her soft area to immediately cave in
. The girl trembled, her breathing becoming increasingly rapid, yet she still pleaded in a trembling voice:
"Please don't do this, please, Professor Yu, I really can't..." She was terrified, unable to distinguish
whether her plea was resistance or entreaty.
"You'll only know if you try, right? Every idea needs to be tested in practice. To do experiments
, the most important thing for someone studying physics is to have the ability to design experiments, which is something that is constantly cultivated
..." The professor rambled on to himself, somewhat lost in his own thoughts, no longer
paying attention to Xie Xiting's reaction.
The onesie, a narrow and thin layer covering the crotch area, was already soaked and semi-transparent.
Clinging to the mound of flesh of the beautiful woman. Her pubic area was as red as a peach, and even the slit in the middle was clearly visible, truly
exuding a sense of lewdness. Xie Xiting probably didn't know that the only remaining cover she had was a hidden mechanism
. It turned out that the crotch of this bodysuit could be opened, connected only by two small clasps, so as long as
the clasps were unfastened, everything would be exposed. The professor, of course, knew this all too well, so he reached out and gently pinched,
removing the last cover between her plump buttocks. The elastic bodysuit shrank back,
revealing a soft tuft of black hair and pink, moist labia, including the brown anus hidden in the buttocks cleft,
which was also clearly visible.
The professor picked up a cucumber and used the tip to tease the fleshy buds hidden in the folds, immediately eliciting a series of moans and
cries. Her snow-white buttocks swayed from side to side, while her two labia swelled and turned ever more, the tender red
flesh opening and closing, water flowing from within. The professor then pressed one hand against her tender lips, spreading
them apart to reveal the glistening red opening. One end of the cucumber was aimed at the entrance. The beauty was powerless to struggle,
her long, bound legs raised helplessly, waiting in vain.
Professor Yu grasped the cucumber and applied force to the most tender part, the thick end plunging into her wet, moist
labia. Xie Xiting gasped for breath, her sensitive nerves sensing the foreign object slowly invading her body
. The aching and painful friction even brought her a sense of pleasure, but it also plunged her into unbearable
shame, humiliation, and sorrow. Large tears silently slid down her cheeks. Suddenly, Xie Xiting felt
a sharp, throbbing pain in her lower body, as if something large and cold had pierced her entire abdomen. "Ouch
... ah..." she gasped, letting out a painful groan.
At that moment, a whole cucumber had been forcefully thrust into Xie Xiting's lower body, deeply embedded in her flesh, with only a
thin tip remaining outside. The long cucumber was completely inside the beauty's body, reaching all the way to her uterus, and the thick
flesh stretched her vagina almost to the point of tearing, causing a burning, aching pain in her lower abdomen. Before the girl could catch her breath,
the professor grabbed the cucumber's protruding end from her labia and twisted it left and right. The bristles covering the surface
rolled around inside her vagina, frantically stimulating her most sensitive nerves. The poor girl trembled
all over; her mouth was wide open but she couldn't make a sound. A numbing pleasure surged through her body like an electric current.
Suddenly, her lower abdomen spasmed, and a surge of hot fluid welled up inside her, but it was blocked by the huge object
, leaving Xie Xiting panting and letting out soft, delicate cries. The professor then grasped the exposed end and
slowly pulled it out. The green cucumber was pulled out a long length between her snow-white buttocks, and finally, the fluid
gushed out from between the beauty's legs. Xie Xiting finally let out a long sigh, but the cucumber was once again
forcefully pushed in, its thick, fleshy body causing the skin around her labia to cave in. Xie Xiting's
body jerked, and she gasped, but it didn't hurt as much as the first time. Instead, a surge of pleasure from her lower body being filled
overwhelmed her. Her vaginal opening involuntarily gripped the cucumber tightly, causing each thrust to
tear open a ring of tender flesh, while sticky juices dripped down the wet cucumber.
The repeated thrusting quickly caused Xie Xiting's mind to go blank for a moment, her consciousness filled only with waves of
excruciating pleasure, no longer able to utter the gasps and moans that came between breaths. Suddenly, her waist
arched upwards twice, her thighs trembled violently, and her slender toes, bound to her sides, curled up sharply. A
gush of fluid shot out from between her labia without warning, splashing three or four feet away. The girl's body
convulsed violently on the chair, streams of vaginal fluid gushing from her twitching buttocks, flowing down the chair.
The professor then took out his camera, which he had prepared beforehand. He drew back the curtains, letting the dim light shine on the
lustful body swallowed by orgasm. He focused the lens on the already soaked pink buttocks on the chair and
pressed the shutter. The old man kept pressing the shutter, the focus always on the
cucumber still deeply inserted into the girl's body, ugly and erect between her snow-white, pink buttocks, only a small section of its bluish tip showing. Thus
, Xie Xiting was bound, her legs spread wide, exposing her private parts, and the various unsightly
sights of a cucumber inserted into her lower body were all captured on camera.
Now only the thin end, a little over two inches long, remained. The professor took out a sharp kitchen knife and neatly
cut off the protruding end of the cucumber, then turned it inside out and inserted it into the girl's other orifice—her anus. Xie Xiting groaned again
, mixed with sobs; both her lower orifices were now filled.
The late spring dusk was the most tender and romantic time in the city. The ground, clean after a rain, reflected
the dim light of the sky, and some neon lights were already lit. A gentle breeze was pleasant. But sensitive
people couldn't help but feel melancholy.
Two people were on a bus coming from the suburbs: an elderly scholar and a young girl.
The bus was carrying passengers traveling from the countryside to the city, and these two people stood out among them, especially
the girl. She had a pointed chin and strikingly beautiful, deep-set eyes. Her ponytail was neatly
tied back like a student's, but she wore heavy eyeshadow and bright red lipstick, dressing in an extremely seductive manner. She sat
there, glancing out the window, her expression indifferent, ignoring the probing or lustful gazes around her, yet she couldn't
stop the people from watching her. Those eyes then lewdly or boldly surveyed the girl, often
flashing covetous looks, simply because she was dressed so alluringly. The girl was dressed entirely in white—a white shirt,
white trousers, and white high-heeled sandals. Though simple, it exuded
a strange allure. The beautiful pure white outfit was both tight and sheer, clinging tightly to the girl's slender body,
outlining her alluring curves perfectly.
This girl was Xie Xiting. Although she tried to remain calm, she couldn't escape Professor Yu's keen observation. With
the bus bumping along the rural roads, Xie Xiting not only had to
endure increasingly more and more unrestrained gazes, but also a double torment from within. Because of those two pieces of cucumber that had just given her an intense orgasm...
It was still inside her body. The professor then fastened the clasp under the bodysuit, pressing down
the foreign object hidden deep inside her, and then told Xie Xiting to put her clothes back on before taking her to the bus heading into the city.
The burrs stuck deep inside repeatedly rubbed against her delicate, sensitive vaginal flesh. Every slight bump
was a powerful stimulation for the girl, and she gradually couldn't bear it any longer, shifting her buttocks uncomfortably in the seat
. Unfortunately, the bus went over a pothole, and with a "bang," the hard seat forcefully pushed
both of her foreign objects in simultaneously. Xie Xiting almost cried out. She gripped the armrest tightly,
straightened her back against the seat back, and tried to raise her buttocks as high as possible. But this made her breasts
even more prominent; the two mounds of flesh were pressed tightly against her chest, and men could even roughly see the shape of her breasts
and the position of her nipples, attracting another wave of lustful glances.
Xie Xiting tried her best to control herself; this was the first time she had dressed so revealingly in front of so many people. She only
hoped that no one she knew would see her. However, the girl also knew that she must look incredibly sexy and alluring
, and a rebellious sense of pride welled up inside her. Of course, the sensitive Xie Xiting also clearly felt
the strange gazes from those around her. Those unfriendly eyes swept over her,
surrounding her from head to toe. These were strong signals sent to her body, and Xie Xiting keenly
received them, while simultaneously feeling the waves of tingling and aching sensations from her lower body that were hard to resist
. Gradually, she sank into a state beyond reason.
Other voices reached her ears: "This is unbelievable, young girls these days dress like this
." It was the voice of an older woman, soft but still caught by Xie Xiting
's keen ears. Then came another woman's voice: "If my daughter wore this kind of filthy stuff
, I'd break her legs before letting her go out."
She heard it clearly; the intense shame almost overwhelmed her, while simultaneously she had to endure
the brutal pleasure of the endless torment below. Fortunately, it had gotten dark, concealing
the flush on the girl's face.
Finally, they arrived in the city center, and Professor Yu helped Xie Xiting out of the car. The girl's tall figure was accentuated by
her high-heeled sandals; she looked so delicate and charming, yet so alluring and seductive. The beautiful girl,
arm in arm with the elegant old professor, walked with difficulty but still with grace. With each step she took,
the foreign object between her legs created a pleasurable friction, but outwardly she had to
pretend nothing was wrong, letting the perverse pleasure accumulate within her. She was powerless to control it, powerless to stop it.
Her eyes were veiled in a misty haze, her face flushed an unnatural red, her composed expression
disrupted by her disordered breathing.
"Let's go in," the professor said. The huge neon lights at the entrance flashed incessantly, indicating that this was a
disco.
"A disco?" the girl asked softly, puzzled.
"Don't you all like coming here?"
Xie Xiting was very clever; she immediately realized something.
"No, you're trying to torture me again," she said.
"Torture?" the professor said with a slight smile. "Perhaps not torture, but exactly what you need."
The older man took Xie Xiting's arm and led her inside without further ado.
"Hehe, this place is much more lively than the university's student activity center, isn't it?" the professor said.
"No, I never wanted to come here..." the girl said, biting her lip. "This is torture!"
"No, maybe it's an unforgettable experience," the professor said with a smile. But Xie Xiting
frowned in embarrassment, stopped, and her face flushed red because so many people had noticed her attire.
They sat down at a small round table, where the noise of the crowd and the loud music immediately drowned out everything,
but couldn't hide Xie Xiting's sexy and alluring body. From the moment she entered, this excessively seductive and revealing
girl had attracted a lot of attention, and now more and more people were noticing her.
The professor then forcibly pulled the frightened girl into the dancing crowd. Dazzling lights
spun overhead, and the springy floor vibrated to the powerful music. She swayed her body slowly and helplessly,
each vibration of the floor giving her intense pleasure. She almost felt that her desires had been controlled by the strangers
, and her long-suppressed impulses were gradually about to spiral out of control again. She quietly rubbed her legs together,
letting out a low moan. Her conscious mind was slipping away imperceptibly, her body
swaying more and more violently to the rhythm, her deepest desires gradually intensifying.
Xie Xiting didn't notice that the professor had quietly returned to his seat, sipping his beer and leisurely admiring
his female student. Suddenly, she realized that she was surrounded by men of all kinds. They encircled
her, and like a seductive little fox, she writhed her sensual body in the shifting light and shadow,
her eyes brimming with alluring charm.
The men stared greedily at the girl like wolves, their eyes glued to the alluring curves clung to her thin clothes.
The smoke in the lamplight, along with the restless music, pushed everyone's emotions to the edge of debauchery. Surrounded by a crowd
of men, Xie Xiting pressed her hands to her thighs, writhing seductively like a snake. Her lower
body was on the verge of collapse, so wet that even the slightest movement would cause it to gurgle and squelch. The men pushed forward, slowly approaching this
sexy beauty alone among them. She could only excitedly shuffle her hips in her high heels, desperately trying
to alleviate the waves of heat emanating from her lower body. Her chaotic breathing, mixed with the smell of cigarettes and alcohol, enveloped her.
She didn't know what was about to happen, but she could no longer think rationally. Her sensitive body had been tormented
by waves of dizzying pleasure, and now she could no longer endure it. Extreme excitement
engulfed every inch of her skin like a tidal wave, her bright eyes becoming misty and watery. Through the
thin shirt covering her chest, two swollen breasts could be seen, their telomeres clearly erect, and the tight crotch
was visibly constricted, revealing the outline of her fleshy mound.
A man with a buzz cut finally pressed against her. He leaned in defiantly against Xie Xiting's body,
her breasts pressed firmly against his chest, his hips still swaying. Without hesitation
, he reached out and grabbed her breasts, causing the girl to let out a soft moan. At the same time, she felt
someone press against her from behind, close to her back, and she could even feel something hard rubbing
against her buttocks.
"Beautiful lady, what's your name?" the buzz-cut man asked.
"Why should I tell you…" Xie Xiting said breathlessly.
"That old man, who is he to you, huh, is he someone you're seeing?" he asked again.
"That's none of your business," she replied, her tone still dismissive despite her flustered state.
When this guy ran into a snag, he grabbed Xie Xiting's breast and pinched it hard. Before she could react,
a hand from behind touched her genitals. With just a light press, the girl immediately moaned rapidly, her body went
limp, and her hands reached forward to hook around the man's neck. The surrounding people cheered and pounced
on her without restraint, countless hands wantonly caressing Xie Xiting's delicate body.
Someone's hand traced down the girl's soft buttocks, reaching her most sensitive spot from behind
. Her hot, throbbing genitals couldn't withstand any more stimulation. When that hand reached between her legs,
Xie Xiting let out a scream, her legs clamping tightly together. She trembled as if she had lost her soul, only
able to hold onto the crew-cut man's neck with both hands to keep herself from collapsing, but she no longer cared about anything else.
Taking advantage of the moment, the crew-cut man lifted the beauty's face and pressed his lips down hard on her panting red lips. Unexpectedly
, he received a passionate, deep kiss from her. Her mouth was wide open, panting, as
she passionately bit the corner of his lips. At the same time, the buttons on her blouse were undone, and her breasts bounced out from the torn fabric,
their white flesh shimmering under the light. Xie Xiting was practically hanging from the crew-cut
man, her breasts exposed, one leg held up and lifted off the ground. More fingers then crawled up her full, round buttocks,
scratching and clawing. The most nasty thing was the lingering claw between her legs, brazenly
thrusting into her crotch from behind. The man seemed to realize that the woman's lower body was extremely sensitive; even the slightest touch
would send her into a trembling, electric-like scream. Moreover, through the thin fabric of her pants, he could feel
something hard protruding from her tender flesh. His curiosity only intensified, and he relentlessly probed and explored, oblivious to the woman 's
trembling and moaning. When that sensitive spot was subjected to such rough handling once more, Xie Xiting
finally reached her climax. Her body tensed instantly, and her lower abdomen began to throb in waves
. She leaned forward, letting out a dazed, ecstatic moan, her buttocks thrusting wildly.
A gush of hot fluid erupted from deep within her, spraying the man's hand through his pants, startling him
into quickly withdrawing his hand. Looking again, her buttocks were soaked, her crotch almost transparent from the dripping fluid, clinging tightly
to her delicate hips. From behind, two strange bulges inexplicably appeared in her private area.
Xie Xiting, brought to orgasm, was held listlessly by the men, her face flushed, her slender
body exposed, panting heavily like a dog. "Vulgar, shameless, lewd..." These words
flashed through her mind, and she had already hopelessly slid into the abyss of lust.
Lei Peng later talked about this incident, but he didn't know that the girl was Xie Xiting; he never
knew.
Lei Peng happened to be at the bar at the time, and he witnessed this shocking scene while using the restroom.
What left a deep impression on him afterwards was the moment the girl was brought in. She was a very young girl. He could tell
that, although she was dressed very flamboyantly, she was a well-educated young woman, not
the kind of girl he usually saw. What surprised him was that this girl was being dragged into
the men's restroom by so many men. Her blouse was open, her snow-white breasts completely exposed, and several hands were kneading them.
Her disheveled hair covered half her face, but it was still clear that she had a very pretty face. However,
the girl seemed to be in a state of extreme arousal, as if she had completely lost her normal reason, only emitting urgent
and indistinct moans, letting others do as they pleased. Was she on drugs? Lei Peng thought, standing there stunned
.
Five or six men placed her body on the large washbasin, her upper body immediately collapsing limply
onto the smooth black marble countertop, her breasts dangling into a sink below. Some of them were already impatiently
pulling down her pants. The moment the trousers were pulled down, the girl's secret was immediately exposed. A thick,
long cucumber slid down between the beauty's legs, falling wetly into her crotch, while
a thin cucumber tail slowly emerged from her anus, hanging there before falling out. This shameless and lewd sight
immediately elicited genuine exclamations from them: "My God, damn it, a cucumber has been stuck in her cunt all along...
Damn, there's one in her ass too... Damn, she's so fucking slutty!
Did she do it herself? There are such sluts!... Of course, you think you did it?...
"
"I'll put it in right now, is that okay?" The person who said this pressed down on the cucumber emerging from Xie Xiting's anus with his finger
, then pushed it back into her flesh. The beautiful woman let out a high-pitched cry like a kitten, her buttocks
arching high, revealing her entire wet and sticky vulva. Her pink labia were completely turned inside out;
the vaginal cavity, still open after separating from the cucumber, was exposed, forming an incredibly alluring fleshy hole.
Lei Peng had never seen anything like it before. He saw a man with a shaved head pull out his penis
and thrust it into the girl's body from behind. Lei Peng involuntarily pressed his own penis tightly;
it was painfully swollen. He didn't know what to do. Five or six men were there, each one stronger than the last,
clearly not good people. How could one person save her? The poor girl seemed destined to be gang-raped
. Maybe he should call the police, but even if the police came, she would already have been violated, and her body...
Wasn't there always something inserted inside? She must have put it in herself, right? Maybe she just likes this kind of game. So why should I
interfere? However, Lei Peng felt a pang
of sadness, as if something beautiful had shattered before his eyes. Yet, he couldn't suppress his excitement in this scene, like a pack of
wolves tearing apart their prey, sharing a docile lamb that neither resisted nor tried to escape. He suddenly
regretted not bringing his camera. But the professor had, and he had silently appeared at the doorway
, snapping photos of this unbearable sight.
Xie Xiting twisted her waist helplessly, the sounds of flesh colliding violently coming from her buttocks, even
the squelching sounds of a penis rubbing against her vagina. Each heavy thrust caused her
to let out a short moan from her chest. The girl lay limply on the edge of the pool. Some men casually lifted
her breasts, which dangled in the water, and fondled them in their hands, while the man behind her continued to thrust forcefully. Occasionally, she
would look up and see in the mirror that the man behind her had changed again. The engorged penis
slid smoothly in her already semen-filled vagina. He could pull his penis out completely and then thrust it back in,
again and again, repeatedly penetrating to the hilt. This fierce thrusting finally made Xie Xiting tremble all over
. She whimpered and suddenly gripped the arm that was pinching her breast tightly, forcefully lifting her buttocks and
trembling as she released another large amount of vaginal fluid. At the same time, the inner walls of her vagina contracted, her clitoris opening slightly to suck in
the glans, and the fluid inside sprayed out, hot and gushing against the tip of the man's penis, then flowing down between her legs
. Such stimulation caused the deeply inserted penis to lose control, resulting in a sudden, uncontrolled
ejaculation that released large amounts of dirty, sticky fluid.
After the man bent over and left the girl's body, and after they had all tired but satisfied put away their "tools" and
walked out together, only Lei Peng remained standing there, motionless. Xie Xiting was left there alone. He slowly walked
over; the girl's snow-white, plump buttocks were still exposed. She lay dazedly on the black marble countertop,
her body convulsing. He saw that with each convulsion,
thick, white fluid flowed from her swollen lips.
Lei Peng couldn't resist touching the girl's hot, delicate vulva. He heard her let out a soft moan
, a seductive sound that made him unable to resist any longer. Finally, he pulled out his already hard
penis, slowly aimed it at the moist, red entrance, and thrust forward. With a "plop," it slid in completely
, deeply penetrating the hot, wet flesh. The invaded vagina contracted sharply,
tightly gripping his inserted shaft. Lei Peng could only grit his teeth and suppress the impending pleasure, but the beautiful
girl's vagina spasmed, gripping his manhood tightly. The slippery, tender flesh coiled and rubbed against
the inserted glans, as if trying to melt the suddenly entered penis into her flesh. He had never expected to experience such
intense pleasure. He tried to control himself. He never imagined that this beautiful girl's body could be so intoxicating.
She was simply a sex object. Lei Peng could no longer restrain himself. He pressed Xie Xiting's buttocks, closed his eyes, and thrust
a few times. His penis throbbed and ejaculated inside her.

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