【She, My Goddess】(05) Author: Kai Zi

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Author: Kai Zi
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(5) The "Third Person" in the World of Two

Her lips were exceptionally soft, and one taste would make one crave them uncontrollably. The accelerated heartbeat made the two of them
want to kiss more deeply, and kiss more deeply. Her kiss also had a metallic taste, a faint yet sharp stimulation,
teasing their curiosity with a sense of mystery. He kept stirring her tongue, even touching her teeth several times. He
felt that his kiss was so clumsy, but as the passion heated up, it continued, became more intense, and interactive.
One hand went deep into her long hair, pressing the back of her head, forcefully showing his strong desire to ask for her kiss.

Her hand was still holding this side of his face, no longer cold at the beginning, but warm, gradually becoming hot
as it caressed this side of his face and ears. She was also showing her desire and demanding in her own way.

He hugged her tightly, caressing her delicate back, soft waist, and full buttocks. When he lifted her up and then lowered her down again,
her lower abdomen was closer and more intimate to his. The desires of the flesh called out relentlessly, yearning to break free,
but compared to that, her lips and kisses had already captivated him. They kissed again and again, deeply, caressing and
embracing. Her waist seemed so slender, as if he could easily hold it in two hands; he felt afraid to break her. His hand moved up
her shirt ; her back was so straight, neither too wide nor too narrow, just right to fully
encircle her. His right hand fell, no longer pressing down on her, but gently stroking her neck, pressing against her, kneading
her.

They separated simultaneously, catching their breath. Their eyes met, clearly unable to believe it had begun so suddenly,
a mixture of shyness and surprise. Surprised by each other, and surprised by themselves. A few traces of saliva, perhaps
from each other, lingered on their lips; both were drawn to the passionate scene, blushing, smiling. They kissed again
.

It still had that metallic taste, but it was warmer, not as strong or obvious as before, yet still palpable
, making one want to explore further, to understand this mystery. This was her,
a mysterious woman to him from the very beginning until now, someone he knew nothing about. Even after she confessed
her unspeakable, perverse affair with her ex-boyfriend, a world-renowned entrepreneur, educator, and possibly the greatest Nobel Peace Prize laureate,
she remained mysterious, sacred, pure, and perfect to him.

His tongue continued to explore, testing her responses, and she reciprocated with satisfying touch. The two
continued to suckle, entwine, and intertwine. Every now and then, she would pull away, and the two would exchange a brief, shy glance
before returning to their entwine and intertwining. Or she would kiss his cheeks, eyes, eyebrows, nose, and
ears . Her breath was soft and silky, gently entering his ears, and he would mimic her response. As he kissed her neck and
earlobes, she raised her neck in satisfaction, tilting her head back and arching her chest, only uttering
short .

His desire continued to call to his body, and mystery continued to entice his mind, yet he didn't know what to
do . Just kissing like this seemed enough. His hands haphazardly caressed her waist, causing her shirt
to wriggle and escape the constraints of the thin leather belt in their entanglement. When his hands first touched
the skin of her waist, his palms and fingers could no longer resist the urging of desire, unable to control their repeated
restraints , and began to greedily caress and "plow" into large expanses of skin beneath her shirt.

Further intimate contact caused them both to gasp in surprise, as if struck by lightning . She
opened her eyes, which had been half-closed, and glanced at him, her eyes watery and full of tender affection, her brows furrowed with shyness, making him even more
infatuated. Drawn by her expression, I stopped cupping her back and looked at her, smiling shyly, feeling
my ears burning.

Suddenly, she reached out and quickly unbuttoned her collar, the buttons popping
open . "What are you standing there for!"

Even without her prompting, I had already reached behind her, fumbling for her bra clasp,
but since it was my first time doing this, I froze, unable to find it.

"It's in the front, silly." Her already flushed face glowed even
brighter . After a moment of stunned silence, she began unbuttoning her own clothes. Good heavens, I wished I
had a CPU so I could undress while simultaneously enjoying this dynamic spectacle.

Pink skin was revealed beneath her fair neck, her prominent collarbones, and then her mysterious
breasts. With her shirt halfway open, she expertly and effortlessly unhooked her bra, leaving me
no time to even see it clearly. I only felt the pale blue bra snap open, and at that moment, she
jerked her lower abdomen violently. Caught off guard by the intense thrusting and friction, my physical desire almost gave way
within the confines of my clothes.

"No, I won't let you see," she seemed to sense the subtle tremor, tilting her
sexy , stealing a glance at my crotch, while simultaneously pulling her already unbuttoned shirt back up
to cover her breasts, desperately trying to hide the stares fixed on them.

"I'll help you," she said, continuing to unbutton the remaining buttons
without . I foolishly cooperated, watching her earnest and eager movements,
my breasts swaying in the breeze. Her two round, soft breasts, symmetrically hidden behind her half-open shirt, peeked out from behind her cleavage, their allure
overwhelming. He suddenly pressed his hands against her shoulders, burying his face in her chest like a silver ingot falling into cotton,
a boulder rolling into deep snow—a barely perceptible "plop," like a lost traveler suddenly
finding , overjoyed. Her exceptionally soft breasts, smooth, sweet-smelling skin, pressed tightly against his face,
against her cheeks.

She was startled, letting out a soft "oh dear." A hand gently patted the top of his head
, "You're so naughty." Then, she lifted her breasts, cupping the back of his head with both hands, gently stroking it, satisfied
.

This embrace placed his nose perfectly against the deep cleavage of her breasts. He exhaled deeply, then
inhaled , a rich, rose-like fragrance filling his nostrils and his head. He lifted his head, his lips touching her warm breasts.
Slowly, a kiss began. A woman's breasts are one of the most beautiful parts of her body, and hers are
a work of art . The curves, the semi-circular lines, and the incredibly wide, pink nipples are all on full display.
Her head was still shyly hidden deep inside her bra.

Just as he was about to use the tip of his pen to pry open the bra, which had become increasingly annoying, she cupped his cheeks with both hands
and whispered, "Can I lie down?" After a pause, her cherry lips parted slightly, "Could you turn off one of the lights?"

He hugged her slender waist, lifted her full hips, and had her legs wrap around his waist like branches,
hooking . Holding her like this, they finally had a moment to catch their breath, looking tenderly into each other's eyes. Her
eyes had a hint of blue, faintly hidden deep within the whites of her eyes. Her pupils were deep and unfathomable.

He slowly sat down, sitting on the edge of his poor single bed. The bed creaked in protest, making
them both chuckle. He used his free hands to help her take off her shirt, wrapping them around her elbows. Then he climbed up and slipped
inside her bra, embracing her sculpted, proud breasts!

She casually removed her clothes and bra, tossing them gracefully onto the back of the chair behind her. Playfully
laughing , she covered her trembling, slightly timid hands with her own. She returned
the smile shyly, silently removing her own clothes and tossing them onto the bed frame.

A cool breeze from the air conditioner blew in, and she lovingly embraced her, trying to shield her from the draft. She shifted her weight onto the bed, and
he gently pulled her down onto the sheets. Kicking off his worn-out white Adidas sneakers, he
rolled over and moved closer to the inside of the bed. He placed one hand behind her head and gently touched her lower abdomen with the other.

Flat, white, yet not at all thin; the touch on her abdomen elicited a laugh from her.
Unfastening her belt wasn't as difficult as removing the bra; he snapped open the buckle and buttons, then
awkwardly ripped off her soaking wet pants, rain boots, and socks. Her skin was fair and delicate; she lay on her bedsheets wearing only
beige shorts, her skin standing out starkly against the dark brown sheets.

He took her outstretched arms and slowly lay down beside her. They stroked each other's faces. "Are you cold?" he asked, noticing
she was a little cooler than before. He realized she might have been chilled by the air conditioning after taking off her clothes.

"No, I feel so hot," she replied gently. Her eyes sparkled, like a fairy's.
Unable to resist the temptation, he began to caress her breasts again.
A surge . She seemed to sense this and had already deftly unzipped his pants. Following her hand,
he removed her lower garments, both inside and out.

"Oh," he murmured, realizing that for the first time in his life, someone's hand had reached
its limit when it touched his penis. It was exposed, dangling awkwardly in front of him, a source of embarrassment. Her skillful, slow, and gentle caresses,
sometimes touching the glans with her index finger, sometimes stroking the foreskin with her five fingers, sent electric shock-like sensations
coursing through his entire body. His desire was already overwhelming, almost bursting forth; it was a blissful torment.

He didn't want to remain passive, afraid of the shame of premature ejaculation, yet he couldn't find a way in. He simply placed
his right hand on her pubic hair. It was so soft, delicate, and alluring. He lifted himself up, lifting her
hips close, and curiosity, fueled by various
desires, surged within him. He impulsively pressed his lips to it.

"No!" she cried, her expression filled with shyness and worry. "No, it's dirty."

But the allure of the mysterious pubic hair overcame her self-admonition. He parted the thick, dark pubic hair with his fingers, revealing
a small, fleshy door before him, tightly closed yet slightly ajar, gleaming with a faint light. Just as he was about to lean down again,
she pulled him closer, and he pounced on her side. "No, just touch it with your hand."

These words were like a command. The hand, which hadn't really left the jungle, began to explore again, repeating the act of opening
the jungle to investigate. Unexpectedly, the fingers slipped into the small door; inside, there was indeed a
moist, lustrous liquid, not sticky, not flowing, just smooth and unusually damp.

The fingers, not very skilled at this, were clumsy, greedily lingering at the entrance, accidentally slipping
deep inside, making her shudder. She pulled her neck closer to her. She glanced at the bedside lamp, gesturing for it to be turned off.
She hesitated. Finally, she obediently reached out and pressed the switch. "Click," her face was shrouded
in the gray shadow of the computer desk, but the light reflecting off her face seemed softer.

She clutched the only part of her body she was somewhat proud of, which was now resting on her thigh. The warm hand
gripped it tightly, considerately not stroking it as before. He lowered his head and kissed her lips, this time less
intensely. He slowly lifted himself up, bringing their bodies together for the first time, face to face, completely pressed
together.

With one hand, she guided her proud, unruly member to her entrance. Her other
hand gently slid from behind her waist down to her hips, pressing it against her groin, indicating her
own burning desire. Clumsily, guided by her hands, he forced his member
inside. For the first time, parts of his body other than his hands felt a desire to fully express their tactile sensation, just like his hands
.

Slowly, he pushed in. At first, the entrance was very slippery. With a sudden thrust, his penis, like a wild horse,
accidentally stumbled into the bush above the entrance. "Sorry!" he reflexively scratched his head. "I..."

she chuckled. "Don't worry, I'm all yours today." She touched his face, her eyes crinkling
sweetly , encouraging him to keep going.

He took a breath, regaining his confidence, and looked down at his swollen, red
"weapon," glistening with a sticky, moist sheen, trembling slightly, conveying the increasing pulse of his racing heart. Looking up
at her, his thick, bushy pubic hair was soaked through, also covered in a layer of sticky fluid, as if he'd been
caught in a rain shower.

This time, she used three delicate fingers to guide his penis towards her entrance. He aimed
correctly just as he was about to thrust, she playfully tapped the sticky tip with her index finger. "Not here, silly."
Then, ignoring his doubts, she guided the tip with both hands, pressing on his buttocks, and
moved his penis towards her. She aimed it at the area below the equally proud, erect patch of flesh on the entrance, and leaned
closer . "Here."

She pressed down hard on his buttocks. Following this direction, he confidently thrust forward, his glans
involuntarily sliding in, its tip fully covering her clitoris.
He felt a slight resistance as he pushed further in, and looked at her with concern, "Are you alright? Does it hurt?"

She grasped my hand and said tenderly, "Not at all, it feels so good. A little more, a little deeper."

Encouraged by her, I stopped hesitating and let my penis plunge completely into her honeyed depths.

Oh my god, so this is what the mysterious feeling is like! Enveloped in her honeyed depths, warm, moist, trembling,
joyfully welcoming me. Currents surged from bottom to top, from one end to the other, countless currents, countless pleasures.
If Buddha were here, he would surely tell him that this is the state of "selflessness"!

I looked up, silently trying to express the cries and desires within me. I thrust in again, and again, three times... oh, the
mysterious feeling still erupted, making me greedily want to enter again and again, and again.
(If this were a published novel, I would definitely write a whole paragraph here about "entering again." In fact, after writing
this paragraph, Word automatically divided it into many paragraphs on the left based on the number of times. I really want to tell the computer that
this action is useless.) Only in this way can the violent feeling of my penis be fully expressed during the penetration.

At first, he propped his elbows up under her ribs, then gradually, as the speed increased, he pressed both hands onto the bed,
finally holding her waist, coordinating with each thrust and leg movement, vigorously pursuing today's unexpected reward. She placed her hands
on his elbows, her eyes filled with anticipation, her small mouth silently expressing her desire. Her sexy, delicate chin
trembled slightly with every movement.

He truly regretted not studying Chinese well in the past; he no longer knew what words to use to
describe her beauty, her sexiness, her charm. Unconsciously, he could no longer control his speed, "Ah,
ah, ah," they both cried out simultaneously, releasing the same pleasure.

"Pin!" The floodgates below unexpectedly opened, gushing forth, ejaculating.
While , a shockwave a thousand times, ten thousand times stronger than the previous thrusts bombarded
his entire body, head, and body, leaving him frozen, unable to move, not knowing how to control, or what to control.

"Wow!" The penis relentlessly poured into her honeyed depths, spraying its unused
seeds, completely disregarding her wishes, spoiling her fun, and self-declaring its end, letting out a deep "ah"
from her throat . Only her eyes closed in agreement, trying to share a bit of this unprecedented pleasure.
Her own ears protested with a buzzing alarm, expressing that it was the only one who didn't understand why her entire body's
functions, every part, was cheering and celebrating after such intense activity, while it remained dazed by the celebratory sounds
.

"Ah, ha," the two of them were still savoring the passion they had just experienced, sharing the joy of it.

She herself was somewhat dissatisfied that a part of her body was so out of control. Talking to herself! She looked at her shyly
, looking at that disobedient place, oh, still inside, unwilling to come out.

"Sorry, I sprayed it all inside." She realized that she hadn't protected herself at all and had irresponsibly
released herself inside her.

"It's okay, come on, hug me." She opened her arms again, wrapping her arms around the neck that was reaching out to her.
He squinted , and they kissed again.

He turned and lay half-reclined beside her, on the inner side of the bed. Kissing her, his nervous system hadn't yet
recovered from the intense shockwave of their earlier kiss, so he didn't feel anything particularly special. He leaned down and touched one of her
breasts , slowly wanting to let her taste the feeling of her genitals being enveloped. She did indeed shift her body slightly,
responding to his enthusiasm.

"See, we're happy together, aren't we?" he asked abruptly, actually wanting to know
if she felt the same way about his half-hearted actions.

"Oh, of course I'm happy, you did a great job!" Her hair brushed against her cheek again, this time
from the sweat of her passion. It made her expression even more dreamy and alluring than before. Her eyes were brimming
with tears.

"Then, then please forget the unpleasant past and be with me." He didn't know where he got
the courage or reason, but he just said it so bluntly. He only wanted to possess her.

"I'm a little cold," she complained sweetly.

He pulled the blanket over himself, his own unreliable blanket with its strong body odor, and slowly covered her,
just covering her waist and lower body.

Suddenly, he remembered, "Shall I help you dry off?" He wanted to get up and turn over to dry her lower body, but he
stopped him. She held up a finger to her lips, shook her head, indicating that he shouldn't do
or say anything. With her still hazy eyes, she pointed to the pillow beside her, indicating that she should lie down.

Yes, just look at her like this, savoring the sudden passion, it was so blissful.

The two embraced, kissed, looked at each other, and unconsciously became entangled again.

Suddenly, "Pin!" A strange dizziness swept through his alarm clock like an electromagnetic wave, and a
question slipped out.

"He had already succeeded in starting an agricultural factory when he was very young, so why was he an exchange student when you met him a few years ago
?" "Pin," even softer than before, Liu Yue had
inexplicably disappeared into thin air.

She opened her eyes suddenly, bewildered, lying blankly on her side on the bed, her hands clutching something unseen
. Where was she? How did she end up naked in bed?

The walls, windows, and furniture that had once surrounded her were strangely peeling away and disappearing. She sat up, turned her head, and
suddenly noticed a man in black standing beside her. She looked up in surprise, her face instantly filled with fear: "Ah!" she cried out,
instinctively raising her hands to shield her eyes.

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