【Joyful Enemies】(Chapters 41-50 Complete) Author: Ananda in Tears

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Author: Ananda in Tears
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Chapter 41? Using Two-Finger Zen to "Open the New Year"

The New Year has arrived, and according to old customs, the entire Jin family is still going back to the countryside to celebrate. Even
Zhigang, who is used to procrastinating, dared not be negligent and took Meiya to the countryside early.

"Happy New Year, everyone!" Chunjiao greeted everyone warmly as soon as she entered the door. Now she considers
herself a member of this big family.

Ayue was the first to rush to the door to greet them, happily taking the bags and packages from Zhiming's hands,
saying, "Second brother and sister-in-law, welcome home! Eldest brother and sister-in-law arrived two days ago, we were just waiting for you two!"

The first thing to do after returning home was to offer incense to the ancestors in the central hall. Zhiming and Chunjiao stood side by side in front of the ancestral tablets, put their palms
together, and each made a New Year's wish.

"I just hope this year can be like every year, peaceful and happy with Zhiming!"
Chun Jiao prayed silently, glancing furtively at Zhiming beside her. His expression was even
more .

"May our ancestors bless us! A raise next year, and... I hope my premature ejaculation won't happen so frequently anymore, and that my skills in bed
will improve..." Zhiming's lips moved silently. His prayers were so secretive that
no one but his ancestors could hear them, not even Chun Jiao.

After finishing his prayers, Zhiming returned to sit next to Zhigang. Watching Chun Jiao nod and bow endlessly, he felt both
happy and amused: "If our ancestors can bless us with great wealth, we won't have to work so hard!"
— In truth, he would never believe in such superstitious nonsense.

"Shh!" Zhigang glanced sideways ahead, gesturing towards Chun Jiao's back as he
leaned closer to his younger brother and whispered, "See? Ah Jiao is definitely a 'masterpiece'!"

"Ha! You said it again..." Zhiming glared at his brother in annoyance. "Nonsense... You know that already?"

"Hehe! How is that nonsense? In this regard, my eyes are as sharp as Sun Wukong's fiery eyes;
nothing escapes my notice..." Zhigang adjusted his thick glasses and leaned even closer. "Let me tell you!
There's scientific evidence for this. Whether a woman is a 'masterpiece' depends on the curve of her buttocks. If it's exactly a 60-degree
angle, generally speaking, her anus and sphincter muscles are very well-developed. Look closely; Chun Jiao meets all these criteria
!"

"Really? How come I didn't know that?" Zhiming looked at him suspiciously. "You must have
heard it from some nurse, right?"

"You didn't even know that?" Zhigang looked at his brother strangely, waving his middle finger in front of his eyes.
"You'll know once you stick a finger in during sex, it's that simple..." he whispered.

"Come on! Liar..." Zhiming snorted irritably, "It's not like I haven't done this before,
do you need to teach me?"

"No, no! I know all your little groping tricks, they're wrong," Zhigang shook his
head, poking his middle finger upwards in the air, "You have to stick it all the way in, not just a little bit!"

"A finger... can you use it like that?" Zhiming murmured, glancing furtively around,
thankfully no one was listening to their conversation.

"Of course! You idiot!" Zhigang slapped his younger brother's head and said mysteriously, "If
the anus is a woman's second vagina, then a finger is a man's second penis! If used properly,
you can make a woman feel like she's dying of pleasure without a penis, and you can dig out the fountain of life there..."

"Really?!" Zhiming was even more surprised. Just as he was about to ask more, Chunjiao finished her prayer and turned around
. The two brothers quickly shut their mouths.

Seeing the unnatural expressions on the brothers' faces, Chunjiao guessed that they were probably talking badly again. She ignored
them and walked straight past them, searching the whole house for Ayue.

After searching around without finding her, Zhiming's mother asked, "Hey? Where did A-Yue go? She was just here!"

"A-Yue! A-Yue!" Zhiming's mother called twice, but no one answered. "That girl can't stay still! She's probably off
skiing ?"

"Hmph! Skiing?" Zhigang scoffed, muttering under his breath, "Who knows which rascal
she's gone to see? Right now, she might be... giving away her precious virginity."

"Watch your mouth!" Zhiming glared at him angrily. "How can you talk about your own sister like that
?"

Zhigang realized he had gone too far, so he stopped talking and pretended to drink tea and watch TV to cover it up. But in
Zhiming's heart, a big question remained: "Is A-Jiao really a 'famous virgin'?"

After a while, Zhigang's mouth still couldn't stop, and he asked mischievously, "Are you having your New Year's Eve party tonight too?"

"Huh?!" Zhiming was stunned for a moment, not understanding. "What does 'New Year's Eve party' mean?" he asked.

"It's the start of the new year! Hehe..." Zhigang chuckled mysteriously. "The start of the new year means
everything is a fresh start. For example, it's really interesting that you're doing it for the first time tonight! It'll bring you good luck!"

But Chunjiao overheard this from the side and pulled Zhiming to her side. "We're not doing it tonight!"
she said awkwardly, blushing.

"What? Not tonight?!" Zhiming exclaimed in disappointment. Zhigang winked at him, his
eyes seemingly telling his younger brother, "What are you afraid of? Just go for it!"

Zhiming glanced at Chunjiao's face, his expression darkening, his heart sinking. "No way! Ah Jiao's
eyes are so stubborn, I'm afraid it's hopeless!"

Chunjiao seemed to know what Zhiming was thinking, and whispered in his ear, "You can do
whatever ! But... not here. Remember that time during the Ghost Festival? So embarrassing!"

Zhiming opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, Meiya interrupted, "Can't you guys talk normally
?!" The three of them immediately shut up, looking at each other speechlessly.

That night, Chunjiao was making her bed, preparing to sleep, when Zhiming entered the room and locked the door. He swaggered
in, "Ah Jiao! This is the first night of the new year..." he said with a grin.

"Hey, I said I wouldn't do it..." Chun Jiao hugged her chest tightly, trembling as she huddled at the head of the bed.
"Really, didn't A Yue hear us last time? You're going to do it again? Shameless!"

"Last time is last time!" Zhi Ming climbed onto the bed, rubbing his fists together, and reached out to pull at Chun Jiao's pajama bottoms. "It's all
your fault! You were yelling so loudly, it's no wonder we couldn't hear you! This time... I'm just putting it in, nobody's allowed to touch it, that should be..."
" Is that alright?" he said with a lecherous grin.

"I already said no! No! No!..." Chun Jiao covered her ears, curled up her legs, and
shook her head .

"Alright then..." Zhi Ming, unable to get his pants off, had to give in. "Just my fingers... my fingers,
okay? Once in a lifetime... oh... no... only once a year! You can't bear to do that?" he stammered
, pleading.

"What kind of logic is that?! Who said only once a year?" Chun Jiao looked at his pitiful appearance and couldn't help but feel
a little sorry for him. She loosened her knees, and her pajama pants slid down over her buttocks. "That's too much! Only my fingers are allowed!"
she warned Zhi Ming.

"Okay, okay, okay!" Zhi Ming agreed readily, feeling a surge of joy. He quickly
stripped Chun Jiao naked.

Chun Jiao lay flat on her back, her legs rolled up high by Zhi Ming. She felt a warm breath
spraying between her legs. "Ah! What are you doing?! What are you doing?! We agreed that you could only use your fingers! You can't lick it with your mouth
..." she cried out in panic, struggling and squeezing her thighs together.

"Don't move! Don't move!" Zhi Ming sheepishly withdrew his mouth, pressing down on her knees to soothe her. "Just
use your fingers! Use your fingers..."

Hearing this, Chun Jiao stopped struggling and slightly parted her legs, waiting. Zhi Ming tilted his head and glanced at the
tender flesh, a pink crevice in the middle with two small, thin labia at the entrance. He involuntarily
swallowed and tremblingly poked his index finger at it.

"Mmm...mmm..." Chun Jiao hummed softly, biting her lower lip. His rough, hard fingers slid into her vagina,
slowly pushing in until the entire fingertip was inside. The fingertip stirred and dug like an electric vibrator.
"Ah...ah..." she cried out in a daze.

"Ah Jiao! It's so warm inside...hot..." Zhi Ming watched Chun Jiao roll around on the pillow, his fingers
feeling like they were sinking into a warm swamp, surrounded by soft tendrils that kissed his fingertips.

In just a few moments, Chun Jiao was panting heavily. His fingers began to circle and stir, making her tremble all over
. "No! No! You can't do that!" she said in a trembling voice.

"Hehe...is it itchy? Is it comfortable?" Zhi Ming was no longer under her control, chattering incessantly.
Her vagina seemed to be breathing heavily, its walls contracting tightly against his fingers, sucking and licking. "Wow! So
tight...it's so tight!" Zhiming tried to pull his fingers out, but they were stuck.

"No! No...what are you doing sticking them out?!" Chunjiao cried out anxiously, her slender waist twisting like
a water snake. "Ah...it's so itchy! So itchy! So comfortable...I want more!" she
moaned .

"Don't worry! Don't worry, how...how could I bear to stick them out?" Seeing her strong reaction, Zhiming
stirred even more vigorously, his fingertips rubbing against the wet, fleshy walls, feeling a little strange. "Huh?
The skin is rough!" he muttered in surprise.

If it were Zhigang, he would have exclaimed as if he had found a treasure: "This is a rare 'orange peel'
!"—"Orange peel" is one of the names of famous vaginal openings. As the name suggests, it has extremely strong suction at the entrance, and
the inner walls are rough like an orange peel. Chunjiao's vagina is this kind of famous opening. Besides these, there are other
legendary vaginas, such as the "octopus-shaped" vagina with its two ends tightening, the "earthworm-shaped" vagina with its twisting curves,
and the "tight-sucking" vagina with its extremely tight and narrow entrance. Regardless of the name, they all share two common characteristics: first, the suction at the entrance is
tighter than that of ordinary vaginas; second, the inner walls are covered with wrinkles.

With Chun Jiao's ecstatic moans, her juices flowed freely,
overflowing from between the folds of her labia and the constantly thrusting fingers, flowing onto Zhi Ming's fist, between his fingers, leaving Chun Jiao's entire body wet
and sticky.

"How can so much flow! So much…" Zhi Ming excitedly teased her, the juices flowing
more than ever before, seemingly like a newly dug spring that would never run dry.

"Ah...ah..." Chun Jiao simply cried out, offering no explanation—it was merely
a physiological phenomenon during this special period, she knew perfectly well: the vaginal fluid was a mixture of mucus
secreted by , and her period was approaching in a few days, hence the heavier flow than usual.

Zhi Ming would sometimes extend his index finger straight, rapidly thrusting it in and out, sometimes hooking his finger to probe the rough
flesh walls, his fervent desire for exploration making him completely lose himself. "Is inserting two fingers okay?" he asked in a deep voice,
adding his middle finger without further ado, its opening and closing taut within the warm, moist opening.

"Ah...ah ah..." Chun Jiao screamed wildly, shaking her head, the sudden tightness making her
gasp for breath, her flat stomach rising and falling with each breath. "I can't take it! I can't take it
! You...you can't be so rough!" she pleaded earnestly.

"Hehe! Just using my fingers, and it feels this good?!" Zhiming chuckled lewdly. No wonder Zhigang had so strongly
recommended finger sex. "This effect! It's practically comparable to the Shaolin Temple's secret two-finger Zen skill!" he thought smugly.

"Ahhh! Ah Ming! Ah Ming! I... I can't take it anymore!" Chun Jiao screamed at the top of her lungs, her whole body
trembling as if she had been electrocuted.

Before Zhiming could even pull his fingers out, a surge of heat gushed out from her vagina, scalding his
fingertip . With a squelch, he pulled his finger out, leaving a long, thin thread. Clear, crystalline fluid
gurgled from her parted vagina, flowing down her buttocks onto the sheets, soaking a large patch.

"Haa—haa—haa—" Chun Jiao gasped for breath, her eyes glazed with satisfaction as she looked at Zhiming.

"Success!" Zhiming was ecstatic. He had a woman completely under his control—this was a first for him! "The two-finger technique
truly lives up to its name, a hundred times better than a penis! It actually made Ah Jiao wilt so quickly!" he thought to himself.

"Ah Ming! Ah Ming!" Chun Jiao called out weakly twice, pulling Zhi Ming, who was immersed in a sense of accomplishment, back to
reality. "I...I want...I want your big penis!" she said intermittently, her big eyes
blinking brightly.

"Huh? You want more?" Zhi Ming was taken aback. He looked down and saw that her two snow-white breasts were still firm and unyielding.
"Alright...I can't avoid it after all. Let the penis start the year!" He pulled his pants down to his thighs.
Fortunately, his penis was still quite resilient—even with tears in the urethra, it still looked firm.

"Come on! Darling..." Chun Jiao's eyes shone, and she moved her plump buttocks to the edge of the bed with her back against the surface.

"I'm coming!" Zhiming leaned in, his hands on her knees, spreading them apart to
reveal . "Heh!" he growled, thrusting in without even looking.

"Ugh—" Chun Jiao let out a short, drawn-out wail, the sound abruptly cut off, her
white teeth bared before she fell silent again, finally swaying her hips gently after a long while.

This time, Zhiming didn't even last ten minutes before his legs gave way, and he collapsed onto Chun Jiao, ejaculating with a whoosh.

Chun Jiao seemed unable to believe it was real, asking unwillingly, "Is it... is it over?"

"Sigh! My first shot of the year was so useless," Zhiming sighed, lying on the woman's chest, not daring
to lift his head. "Am I going to keep ejaculating like this all year?! A famous woman is indeed a famous woman! She's extraordinary after all,
there's nothing I can do..." he thought helplessly, his heart sinking.

The next morning, the entire village was covered in a blanket of white snow, but it couldn't dampen the festive atmosphere of the New Year.

As the whole family gathered around the table for breakfast, "Good morning, everyone!" Zhigang sneaked in and
sat down, glancing around through his thick glasses before blurting out, "Has everyone started the New Year celebrations yet?!"

Everyone was startled. Chunjiao and Zhiming's mother, sitting on a bench, muttered in unison, "Huh?
Did they hear something?"

"Ahem..." Zhiming's father coughed twice, his warning gaze sweeping over the newspaper, but Zhigang
couldn't stop , grinning as he continued, "So...everyone's started the New Year celebrations!"

"You! We're about to eat, would it kill you to say less?!" Meiya quickly tugged at her husband's ear, forcing a smile
at everyone, "Crazy! Crazy...always a madman!" "Sigh!" Zhiming sighed deeply. Looking at the situation, it seemed that everyone in the family had started the New

Year celebrations last night, except for Ayue ! Chapter 42? A Plan to Go to a Hotel Room Zhigang's guess about his sister's motives for skiing was practically baseless nonsense— Ayue had indeed gone skiing with friends that day, but they were all girls, not with a boy in a hotel room as her brother suspected—if that were the case, Ayue would be the first in the family to "start the new year" with a boyfriend. However, Zhigang wasn't entirely wrong. Since the Ghost Festival, Ayue had quickly set her sights on a handsome boy—Ruan Xiaozhe—as soon as she returned to school, and he was in her class. She still remembered their first date . "Great! I was worried you wouldn't come..." Xiaozhe, standing in the shade of a tree, seemed relieved. "Me too..." Ayue felt her cheeks burning. When Xiaozhe reached out and took her hand, she instinctively pulled away, but didn't refuse. It was a sweltering summer night, and the two embarked on their first date. Hand in hand, they strolled around the teaching building again and again, neither knowing what to say, neither daring to embrace the other, let alone engage in any overly intimate acts like a light kiss. On their fifth date, they unexpectedly bumped into a couple at the school gate. The man, wearing sunglasses and looking mature, seemed like an upperclassman. They recognized the woman; she was their classmate, Huang Juanjuan. Since they had run into each other, Yue and Xiaozhe had no choice but to greet her awkwardly: "Hi! What a coincidence!" "Oh my! You two are together now?" Juanjuan looked at the new couple in surprise. "How long has this been going on? Are you two secretly dating..." she asked curiously. "Not long ago!" Xiaozhe said, blushing. Everyone in the class knew that he had been ruthlessly rejected by Huang Juanjuan before . Seeing her boyfriend speechless with embarrassment, A-Yue quickly interjected, "We've only just started dating, this is our fifth date ..." "Wow! Five dates already!" Huang Juanjuan exclaimed, her face filled with disbelief. "So, you've already booked a hotel room?" "No...no..." Xiao-Zhe waved his hands repeatedly, while A-Yue timidly said, "We haven't even tried kissing ..." "Sigh! What an innocent young couple! Five dates and still no hotel room, this pace... it's really worrying!" the senior said from the side. Huang Juanjuan glared at him, "Unlike you, you booked a hotel room on the second day !" "Hehe...it's all about speed!" the senior said with a grin, as he received a sharp pinch on his thigh, making him yell in pain. "She's talking about last night, today is the third day." He told Xiao-Zhe and A-Yue with a smile. Xiao Zhe paused for a moment, then stammered, "It's so late, could it be... you're going out to a hotel?" "You guessed right!" Huang Juanjuan interjected, her expression proud. "What's the point of staying in the dorm and rambling on all night? Why not find something fun to do? How about... we go together?" "Ah..." they both exclaimed simultaneously, exchanging bewildered glances. Seeing their left them behind, embracing each other as they walked out of the school gate. Watching her senior and Huang Juanjuan walk away, Xiao Zhe squeezed A Yue's fingertips. "Shall we go?" he whispered, his voice barely a whisper. A Yue hummed in agreement and was pulled along, jogging towards the school gate. After running about a hundred meters, they caught up with her senior and Huang Juanjuan. "It's just... just booking a room!" Xiaoyue reminded him breathlessly—she only had a vague idea of what booking a room meant. "Hehe! We're on our way!" The senior and Huang Juanjuan chuckled softly. The senior turned around and looked at them: "It's not like we're going to do anything heinous, just relax, I'll handle the rest..." "Yeah! It's better to be relaxed!" Huang Juanjuan chimed in, pulling Ayue close and whispering , "Ayue! It's rare for you to be so determined, let me tell you! Resistance is useless... Once tonight is over, you'll be as loving as we are!" "Really?!" Ayue quickly broke free from Huang Juanjuan's grasp and ran back to Xiaozhe's side. The two followed anxiously behind, crossing the busy zebra crossing towards the "Home Inn" across the street. The senior handled the entire registration process, without even needing to show their ID or student ID. In the hallway, Huang Juanjuan handed a key to A Yue and pointed to a bright red door, saying with a grin, "This is your room." A Yue looked at the shiny key in her hand, then at the mysterious door, and asked, "Aren't we going to live separately?!"

"Hahaha..." Huang Juanjuan laughed so hard she couldn't straighten up. "If... if you were still a virgin,
I could forgive you for asking me this. Have you ever seen a couple stay in a hotel separately?" she retorted.

"This... this is too scary," A-Yue panicked, even
regretting . "I didn't even think it through, and I just came with you guys..." she mumbled.

"Go on! Go on!" Huang Juanjuan snatched the key, quickly opened the door for A-Yue, and pushed her
into the room. "Love doesn't allow for any hesitation, of course, the sooner the better! We live
next door , if you need anything, just knock on the wall and I'll hear you..." she said and left.

Xiao Zhe closed the door behind him when he came in. The two of them sat on opposite sides of the bed
, separated by a clean white sheet, back to back like two wooden puppets. The room was silent
; neither of them moved, neither of them spoke first. The only sound was the ticking of
the clock.

After about twenty minutes, A-Yue finally mustered the courage to break the awkward silence: "Let's
... try to talk about something, shall we?"

"Mmm-hmm..." Xiao-Zhe nodded repeatedly, but didn't dare turn around, desperately searching his mind for romantic
moments .

Seeing that he remained silent for a while, A-Yue casually asked, "What do you think of China's current financial situation
?"

"Huh?" Xiao-Zhe's voice sounded lazy, almost like he was yawning. "In my opinion,
banks should strengthen their system stability and security, don't you think?"

"Right! Wrong!..." A-Yue panicked and immediately lost her composure. "What kind of question did I ask
?!" she thought in frustration. Just then, the doorbell rang, saving the day.

"Who is it? Wait..." A-Yue ran to open the door. Who else could it be but a hotel staff member?

"Room check! Room check!" Huang Juanjuan shouted as soon as the door opened, startling A-Yue into a panic:
"Why is it you? What happened?"—The word "police" suddenly
popped .

"Just kidding! Don't worry...you're not selling yourselves!" Huang Juanjuan shoved a
small, square plastic bag into A-Yue's hand. "I suppose...you didn't bring any, so I brought them!" She
smiled mischievously.

A-Yue opened her hand and saw the words "durex" printed on the shiny packaging.
"This...this is...a...condom!" she exclaimed.

"Idiot! This is your most loyal partner from now on!" Huang Juanjuan said, stepping back outside the door, then poking
her head back in with a lewd grin: "Good luck!" With that, she slammed the door shut.

"Ah Zhe..." Ah Yue was incredibly embarrassed. She ran to Xiao Zhe in a coquettish voice and shoved the condom into his hands.
"This is probably for...for...for you!" she stammered, then turned and ran into the bathroom.

"Why is she giving it to me..." Xiao Zhe muttered, clutching the thin condom like a burning piece
of paper, unsure what to do. Just then, the sound of running water came from the bathroom; Ah Yue had started showering.

"This...it's obvious she's going to offer herself to me!" Xiao Zhe suddenly realized,
a surge "Okay...tonight! I'll say goodbye to my virginity!" He made up his mind, glancing down
at his crotch, where a large tent had already been erected—he was all prepared.

Cool water cascaded down from above, washing over Ah Yue's young and beautiful body. As A-Yue
reflected on her actions in the cool water, she felt deeply remorseful: "I was so careless!
What's the difference between this and saying 'A-Zhe, please have sex with me!'?"

Despite her thoughts, she meticulously wiped herself with the towel, afraid of not getting rid of
the sweat . Especially when washing her crotch, she even dipped her fingers in and rinsed it five or six times.

About half an hour later, A-Yue finally emerged from the bathroom wearing only a tank top. "You're...you're
done washing?" Xiao-Zhe was already waiting at the door, rubbing his hands together eagerly.

"Mmm...mmm..." A-Yue lowered her head, accidentally catching a glimpse of the bulging monster. She let out a
soft cry, covered her face, and deftly avoided Xiao-Zhe's embrace, running back to the bed and burrowing under the covers.

"No way!" Xiaozhe muttered, walking back to the bedside with a sense of loss. A-Yue had already covered her head
tightly . "Is this... is this how you sleep?" he murmured unwillingly.

"Goodnight!" A-Yue said in a muffled voice from under the blanket, her heart
pounding like a deer. "He... he won't pull back the blanket... and pounce on me, will he?" She didn't dare to think any further
, curling up and trembling with fear.

"Okay... goodnight!" Xiaozhe sighed deeply, helplessly lying down on the other
bed , pulling the blanket over himself to cover his body, covering the embarrassing bulge. But the room was brightly lit,
and he tossed and turned, unable to sleep. He had no choice but to jump out of bed and turn off all the lights, groping his way back to the bed in the dark
before lying down, which made him feel a little better.

Xiao Zhe hadn't closed his eyes yet when he vaguely heard a series of moans, "Ahhh..." He quickly pricked up
his ears and heard that it was coming from next door, and it was getting louder and louder. "
That senior is really something! Why did he have to do it now of all times..." he thought angrily.

"Harder! Harder! Ahhh..." Huang Juanjuan's high-pitched moans mingled with the lewd slapping sounds,
as if she wanted Xiao Zhe and Xiao Yue to hear them. "It feels so good! So good... so good... your big cock!"

"Fuck you to death! Fuck you to death... you're so wet!" the senior roared in a deep voice, the springs under the mattress
creaking under the pressure.

Xiao Yue heard it too and poked her head out, cursing, "What a slut! So annoying..."

"Deeper, deeper... ahhh..." Huang Juanjuan's cries continued. Xiao Zhe listened
intently , his penis swelling and throbbing in his pants, throbbing painfully.

The sounds were so familiar, reminding A Yue of the sounds her second brother and sister-in-law had made that night.
A warm, itchy sensation spread through her groin; she reached down and touched his genitals, finding them already overflowing with vaginal fluid.

"Oh no! I can't hold back!" Xiao Zhe groaned inwardly, his blood rushing with each rhythmic
moan. He loosened his trousers and reached into his crotch, tightly gripping the hot...
Her burning hot penis was used to alleviate the pain from its constant swelling.

"Heh...heh..." A-Yue breathed softly, her hands kneading the hairy fleshy mound.
"No...no...I can't do such a shameless thing next to A-Zhe!" She kept reminding
herself , no matter how intensely itchy her vagina was, she refused to insert her fingers.

"Roar roar roar..." Her senior roared from next door, like the desperate howl of a wild beast struggling in a trap.
"Juan! Juan! I'm going to...I'm going to cum!"

The voice was so deep and powerful that it made A-Yue's heart tremble. Forgetting all about shame, she hooked her index
finger into the dripping fleshy crevice. Her mind went blank. "So good..." she murmured,
straightening her body, and under the cover of the rising and falling cries, she began to dig and explore. —Ever since returning from the Ghost Festival
, she had developed this secret habit, often secretly
rewarding .

"Waaah! Waaah..." Huang Juanjuan's voice sounded like sobbing, but upon closer listening, it didn't quite sound like it.

"Thud... thud..." The impact sounds grew louder and louder, each impact accompanied by a muffled groan,
so rapid that it almost disrupted the original rhythm. "I'm cumming! I'm cumming..." the senior shouted.

In the midst of this frenzied sound, a sharp "thud" suddenly rang in A Yue's mind,
and after a flash of light, her vagina suddenly began to churn uncontrollably. She quickly pulled out her fingers and covered it tightly with her palm, but the gurgling sound still stubbornly
continued, and hot fluid gushed out from between her fingers.

"Heh—heh—heh..." A Yue opened her mouth wide and gasped for breath. If she didn't
release the heat that had accumulated in her chest in time, she believed she would probably suffocate to death.

When A-Yue regained consciousness, everything next door was quiet, and the semen between her legs had become slightly cool.
The surrounding darkness felt oppressive. She cautiously raised her wet hand and reached for the bedside table—
there was a brand new box of tissues there, she remembered.

"Ah—" A terrified scream erupted from the darkness. A-Yue couldn't tell if it was her own mouth that was
making the sound. It turned out that Xiao-Zhe had also reached for tissues—he had just ejaculated too—and his hand suddenly touched A-Yue's
fingertips. "You go first! I'm not in a hurry..." A-Yue awkwardly withdrew her hand.

Xiao-Zhe quickly grabbed seven or eight tissues and clutched them in his hand. Without turning on the light, he jumped off the bed and stumbled into
the bathroom .

As soon as A-Yue saw him come out, she frowned in pain. "How strange! I also need to pee..." she said,
kicking off the covers in a few quick movements and running towards the bathroom, clutching her crotch. After wiping herself dry
for a while, she finally came out, tidying her sweaty hair.

"A-Yue..." Xiao Zhe called softly from under the covers, her face still flushed.

"Hmm?" A-Yue answered nervously. To avoid Xiao Zhe seeing that her crotch had been accidentally wet,
she awkwardly turned back to the bed, preparing to hide under the covers.

"Wait... do you like me, A-Yue?" Xiao Zhe suddenly asked. A-Yue was taken aback. "Of
... of course I like you!" she replied, just not understanding why he asked that.

"Then... come and sleep here!" Xiao Zhe smiled at her, looking relaxed and at ease. A-Yue
went around to the bed, about to lift the covers and lie down, when a pair of strong hands grabbed her shoulders. "A-Yue..."
he stammered, too excited to speak.

"If you want to... then let's do it..." A-Yue's body trembled violently. She leaned down and pressed
her lips tightly against his, only then realizing that Xiao-Zhe's lips were also trembling slightly.

"No! No!" Xiao-Zhe pushed her away forcefully, staring intently into her eyes and saying, "You're trembling
so much! I know... you're not mentally prepared enough, and I won't force you.
We 've only known each other for five days, and we need to get to know each other better, so..."

"I know!" A-Yue hurriedly interrupted him, feeling both disappointed and touched. "You're
right, we need to get to know each other better..." She burrowed under the covers, resting her head on Xiao-Zhe's chest,
savoring the warm kiss from before—at least she'd given away her first kiss!

"Don't be sad, I believe that day isn't far off, it will come soon!" Xiaozhe gently stroked
her head. "When that time comes, I promise! I will love you well..."

"Thank you, Xiaozhe!" Yue said softly, closing her eyes like a docile kitten... On the way back to school
the next day , her senior and Huang Juanjuan joked, "Now they finally look like a
couple!"—This was undoubtedly the highest praise for Yue and Xiaozhe!

Chapter 43? Unexpected

Impotence Since the beginning of the year, Chun Jiao hadn't visited any friends. That day, bored at home alone, she
thought of Huang Xuan'er—she had been married for half a year, so they must have more in common.

Coincidentally, Hong Xiaolei was also there, though she looked more womanly. "She has successfully said goodbye to
being single , no longer that gloomy leftover woman!" Huang Xuan'er revealed the secret.

"Xuanxuan!" Xiaolei glared at Huang Xuan'er and cleverly changed the subject, "Aren't you going to ask Sister Ajiao if
she's used to having sex?"

"Pfft!" Ajiao was caught in the crossfire, and almost spat out the tea she had just swallowed. "Ask about this again
..." she muttered aggrievedly.

"I was just about to ask," Huang Xuan'er giggled, "Weren't you a virgin before you got married
?"

"Don't say that about Sister Jiao! 'A scholar should be looked at with new eyes after three days of separation,' I suppose..." Xiao Lei
looked at Chun Jiao mischievously, echoing Xuan'er, "I suppose you're already quite skilled and attentive to your duties!"

"Service?!" Chun Jiao was stunned for a moment, then asked curiously, "What do you mean by service? Who
serves whom?!"

"Of course, it's serving the husband! Who else would it be?" Xiao Lei chuckled, and Chun Jiao quickly
shook head, "For example, when a woman is on top, she can help the man understand, that's also a kind of service."

"I'm on top, helping him move?" Chun Jiao said in surprise. Every time it was Zhi Ming's pleasure, she
simply couldn't imagine what that was like, "Can a woman also take the initiative?"

"Mmm-hmm!" Xiao Lei nodded, confirming her guess, "If there's a squeezing and releasing motion, the man will feel
even more comfortable..." she added.

"One clamp and one release? Use that..." Before Chun Jiao could finish speaking, Xuan'er interrupted, "That's..."
"You're misleading me. Before you even start, you have to lick her entire body, leaving no spot untouched, to get him aroused!" "I
...I'm just getting to the point!" Xiaolei argued. "I
do this kind of foreplay every time! Not only that, I even lick her anus!"

"Ah—" Chunjiao's eyes widened, her stomach churning with nausea. "Aren't you disgusted? Licking that
place ..."

"Just wash it clean! How can it be dirty?" Xiaolei retorted. "The service men like most...
is oral sex, of course!"

"Then..." Chunjiao was completely confused. Hearing "oral sex," she assumed it referred to "
chewing "Just buy him a dozen to chew...wouldn't that be enough?" She really couldn't understand.

"Sigh...talking to a brick wall!" Xiaolei and Xuan'er sighed simultaneously. "Oral sex is like eating bananas, biting
sugarcane , eating ice cream, playing the flute, playing the saxophone...whatever you call it, it's all about licking a man's penis!"

Chun Jiao finally understood, her face flushed, and said, "Okay! I get what you mean."

"What's the use of just talking without doing it..." Xiaolei muttered, while Xuan'er blinked and asked, "Have you actually
done it?"

"Nonsense!" Chun Jiao shouted in annoyance, "Just thinking about it is disgusting! Does
anyone do it?"

"We do it all the time!" Xuan'er said, looking incredulous. "If you love your husband so much
, why would you find it disgusting? Speaking of which, Zhiming is really pitiful..."

"No! No!" Chun Jiao became anxious, "I love him very much, but loving him doesn't necessarily mean doing
this kind of thing..."

"I don't know why, but men all like this kind of service," Xiaolei said helplessly. "Every time I
give him oral sex, he ejaculates in my mouth and tells me... tells me—to drink it! He'll be
happy ."

Chunjiao thought she misheard and asked again, "He... he tells you to drink what?"

"What else could it be but semen, of course!" Xuan'er whispered in her ear, gesturing for Xiaolei to continue
.

"We usually give him oral sex after the second or third round, when he's as limp as a worm, and he'll be back to life
immediately !" Xiaolei said, her relaxed expression as if she were talking about something completely ordinary.

"Ah..." Chunjiao's mouth hung open, unable to close it. She couldn't imagine that any woman would like to do such a thing.

"Hey... Sister Jiao!" Xuan'er nudged the dazed Chun Jiao with her elbow, winking and
suggesting, "Zhiming works so hard all day, he should be rewarded when he gets home!"

"Okay... sure..." Chun Jiao agreed, but her heart was pounding: "Even if I wanted to... I don't know
how!" She started to worry, but didn't have the courage to kiss him again. After sitting for a while, she said goodbye.

After leaving Xuan'er's house, Chun Jiao didn't go straight home, but called her sister to ask her out for coffee.

As soon as they met, Manman noticed that something was wrong with her sister. "What's wrong? You look like you're acting suspiciously!" she
asked.

"It's nothing! I'm just so bored staying at home..." Chun Jiao hurriedly tried to cover it up. After drinking coffee for a while, she could
n't help but tell her sister about the scary things she had overheard at Huang Xuan'er's house. "It's just oral sex!
Why are you so nervous?" Manman shrugged calmly and giggled, "I don't really
like this kind of thing. Do you and your brother-in-law like it?!"

"No way!! Didn't I say I heard it from someone else..." Chun Jiao hurriedly explained,
"I just came to ask what 'oral sex' is all about. Have you and that A-Guang done it?"

"Yes!" Manman nodded, her brows furrowing. "But I was forced to do it.
That guy loves it! It takes him forever to finish, and my jaw always gets sore..." she said.

"Ah..." Chun Jiao couldn't imagine that Ah Guang, who was usually a pushover, and her younger sister, who was always assertive, would be
forced into something like this. "Ah Guang can force you into something like this?" she asked suspiciously.

"Sigh!... He gets unhappy if I don't give him oral sex, what can I do?" Manman said helplessly. "
Not only that, he often pins me against the wall and forces me to lick his thing, and his waist likes to move around, so the back of my head
often hits the wall... By the way, as long as it's the man you care about most, you'll give him oral sex, and you'd even drink his
semen without hesitation, right?

" "Really..." Chunjiao glared at her sister in annoyance, "How would I know about such things?!" "

I remember one time," Manman continued, "his penis went straight in, and the glans
hit he ejaculated, so much so that my mouth couldn't contain it, and some even flowed back out of my nostrils, it was so embarrassing!"

"Oh! There's such a thing..." Chunjiao exclaimed, "It's getting more and more terrifying!"

Seeing her sister's panicked look, Manman chuckled, "Is that all that scares you?
So... are you still determined to give your brother-in-law oral sex? Or are you still hesitating..."

"No, I was just thinking..." Chun Jiao quickly shook her head, "Wouldn't that be too unhygienic?"

"So that's what you're worried about!" Manman laughed heartily, "Don't worry, if you're afraid of getting dirty, you can use a
blowjob condom! Adult stores sell them, they're all made of plastic, colorless and odorless, the texture
is similar to cling film, so—even if you ejaculate, it won't leak into your mouth. I know a classmate who won't give
her boyfriend blowjobs unless she uses a condom... Is that okay?"

"If it's too thin! It'll inevitably tear..." Chun Jiao said worriedly, unable to make up her mind, "
Anyway , I still think blowjobs are too scary, thankfully your brother-in-law has never asked me to do such a thing!"

That day, Zhiming got off work very late, and as soon as he came home, he sat on the sofa with a long face, sighing repeatedly.

"What's wrong?" Chun Jiao saw him in the kitchen and found it amusing. "Looking so down...
did you get frost in March?"

"I've been incredibly busy at the beginning and end of the year! My back aches so much, I'm almost getting cervical spondylosis!"
Zhi Ming grinned wryly.

Chun Jiao quickly put down her work, dried her hands, and came out to massage his shoulders. "Let me massage you, it'll
relieve your fatigue!" she said gently.

Since their marriage, Zhi Ming had never received such treatment and was quite unaccustomed to it. "Strange! Strange!
Did the sun rise in the west today...now you know how to serve your husband?!" he teased unintentionally.

"What?!" Chun Jiao was startled and shook her head repeatedly. "I...I didn't mean that."
..."—In her mind, "service" was almost synonymous with "oral sex.

" "What does that mean?!" Zhiming chuckled mischievously, but didn't really care, comfortably enjoying a
free massage.

After dinner and a shower, the two went to bed, and Zhiming shamelessly snuggled closer: "I owe you so
much work , not just from the company, but also a whole bunch from you! I need to make up for it tonight!"

"But...you look very tired?" Chun Jiao gently pushed him away, feeling conflicted—it had
been three days since she'd done it, not because she didn't want to, but because she was worried Zhiming wouldn't be able to get up tomorrow morning.

"It's okay, it's okay..." Zhiming mumbled, still pressing down on her, "I can't let you go hungry forever!
As the saying goes, 'practice makes perfect,' I want to improve quickly too! Right?"

"Mmm..." Chun Jiao couldn't resist Zhiming's sweet talk, obediently relaxing her body.

Since the beginning of the year, Zhiming had become obsessed with two-finger sex. The foreplay was brief; two fingers, joined
together like a sword, were inserted into Chun Jiao's vagina, probing and scratching relentlessly.

"Huff...huff..." Chun Jiao gasped for breath, already accustomed to the rapid thrusting with her hand,
gradually finding pleasure in it. Her vagina seemed to have become quite familiar with the fingers, chirping and squelching with delight, waves of
vaginal fluid flowing, making her thighs and buttocks sticky and wet.

Zhi Ming's fingers began to ache and become less nimble, so he lifted Chun Jiao's legs and began
licking her glistening flesh.

"Mmm...mmm..." It felt like a soft, playful squid had crawled into her vagina, sometimes
swishing and scraping along the opening, sometimes swirling and burrowing deeper... The itching made Chun Jiao breathless:
"Ah...ha...don't go in so deep! Ah Ming..."

At this critical moment, Zhi Ming didn't care what she was saying. A tongue, like a toothbrush, ravaged the soft flesh,
the salty, fishy, and pungent aroma flowing into her mouth, more delicious than any nectar!

"Ah—" Chun Jiao's whole body shuddered violently. The rough tongue had swept
across shock, and waves of pleasure surged through her body. "Don't lick there! Don't!" she pleaded sharply
.

Chun Jiao's cries reminded Zhi Ming, so he pressed his mouth tightly against the junction of her labia minora,
his tongue moving to find the protruding clitoris, pushing aside the small foreskin and licking it vigorously.

"Ugh... Ugh..." Chun Jiao couldn't stand this "focused attack" tactic. She could almost hear
the cracking sound of her erect penis. Her whole body trembled as if she were possessed. She spread her thighs with both hands and groaned loudly
, "How long are you going to torture me? Can you come in... can you come in yet?"

Zhi Ming got up, wiped his wet lips, and looked down. The alluring vulva was still twitching
and writhing, with glistening fluid constantly overflowing from between the labia.

"If I were a woman, I couldn't stand this either!" Zhi Ming reached into his crotch and grabbed his penis. He was suddenly
shocked. His fingers were twisting a limp, lifeless piece of flesh, without any firmness.
"I can't worry about that now..." He pinched the base of his penis and forced the glans out, shoving it into the vulva.

"Mmm..." Chun Jiao hummed softly, closing her eyes and waiting for a long time without anything coming in. She then
realized something was wrong. "What's wrong?" she asked anxiously, struggling to sit up.

"N-nothing!" Zhi Ming covered his penis, quickly turning his back to Chun Jiao. He
held , and rapidly stroked his penis with the other. "Wait...wait a minute..." He
was sweating profusely, but no matter how much he prayed, his penis wouldn't lift.

"Could it be...impotence?" Chun Jiao, seeing his evasive manner, already had a pretty good idea.

"It was fine just now..." Zhi Ming muttered in frustration, burying his head in his work for a while without any progress. He had no choice but
to give up his futile attempts, turning back to Chun Jiao with a bitter smile: "There's really nothing I can do!..." He
then turned back to stare at his uncooperative member, sulking.

"Ah Ming..." Chun Jiao felt a pang of sadness and could only grab a towel to wipe her dripping vulva clean.
"It's probably because of work. Being too tired can cause this! Don't worry too much..." she comforted
Zhi Ming his dejected back—it was indeed for a reason.

"I...I'm sorry!" Zhi Ming murmured, lying back and pulling the blanket over his head. "It's so
strange ! I've been exhausted several times since the beginning of the year and there haven't been any problems.
Why did it have to break down now? What's going on?" He pondered under the blanket, completely baffled.

"...Ah Ming!" Chun Jiao tugged at the blanket, but Zhi Ming held onto the corner tightly, ignoring her—he always
looked like this after a setback, and Chun Jiao was used to it, but she still comforted him as always: "You don't need to be like
this ! Impotence...it's not like it's completely gone. Manman said it's only temporary and can be cured...
didn't we have quite good results before?"

"Really?!" Zhi Ming replied in a muffled voice.
What could he say to a woman who wouldn't give up on him?

"No! Although this kind of thing
happens
from time to time, we've come this far, we can't let it all go to waste. We have to take the right measures!" Zhi Ming comforted himself under the blanket, rekindling the flame of hope. "Yes!...Starting tomorrow, I will write in my diary every day, recording every detail of what happened and
studying it carefully, to find out the cause of this hateful impotence and eradicate it completely!" He made up his
mind.

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