Tutoring Class Marriage 4A

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(IVa)
Sitting in the dimly lit coffee shop of the hotel, I silently watched a rusty ore carrier, its draft deep, reluctantly sail out of Vancouver Harbour towards the setting sun. I recalled how I too had dragged myself away from Taiwan with similarly heavy steps. I shook my head and sighed, "It's been two years..."
After graduating from high school, Jialing easily gained admission to Tsinghua University, becoming my junior in the Foreign Languages Department. Back then, after escaping the "hair ban," eight or nine out of ten girls couldn't wait to grow long, flowing black hair. Frankly, most female university students, being in their early twenties, possessed at least a certain charm of "youth is beauty," and with long, straight hair, they were quite attractive to men.
But Jialing… wherever she went, she was the focus of men's admiration and women's envy.
It wasn't that Jialing had a large bust and hips like those boob-busty actresses; on the contrary, her figure was even more slender than in high school. By her freshman year of college, she was already a head taller than her mother, her slim waist highlighting her not-so-large but firm and vibrant bust and hips. However, the focus that always drew attention was her beautiful face, captivating even without makeup.
Jialing seemed to know this, never following trends with heavy makeup or dyed hair, at most wearing light makeup, and never even wearing dark nail polish. Standing among those still figuring things out, these "failed examples," Jialing naturally stood out.
The vibrant and exciting life of a freshman also deeply attracted Jialing, leading to a qualitative change in our relationship. Jialing naturally became the most beautiful girl in the department and a key figure in several clubs. We saw each other less and less, and of course, there was no "intimate relationship" between us.
Actually, our sexual relationship ended when Jialing was preparing for her college entrance exams. During her busy first semester, I had neither the opportunity nor the inclination to rekindle that relationship: we had lost that intimacy, and even if we slept together, it would feel awkward and unnatural. If it was just for the sake of sexual release, I would rather not do it at all. I think Jialing felt the same way.
My memory drifted back to another café, where artificial starlight made of shimmering lights adorned the dimly lit, ambiguous room, and the slightly husky sound of jazz piano music drifted through the windows and the curtains of the cubicles, reaching the lovers' seat where I was sitting. It was Jialing's birthday that day. I had finally managed to get a dinner date with her, but when the fourth "I'm still waiting for someone" coffee was served, the dim candlelight on the table couldn't hide the suspicion, or perhaps pity, on the waiter's face...
Finally, the lively Jialing appeared through the automatic door. Her attire was a little inappropriate for the French restaurant I had booked, but I didn't care. Besides, Taiwanese people aren't that particular about matching clothes to the occasion. At least Jialing wasn't dressed like some girls who think they're fashionable but wear designer clothes in a tacky way.
The usher led Jialing, who had a wry smile on her face, to my table. I stood up to greet her: What a radiant woman she was! She wore a white, wide-collared shirt full of youthful energy, the slightly puffed hem tucked into a pair of well-fitting faded blue jeans, which further accentuated her petite waist. Her beautiful little feet were clad in sandals, the thin black straps accentuating her fair skin. Unlike the large, muscular feet of some tall girls, her feet were striking. As she walked briskly towards me, her long legs and rounded hips swayed effortlessly, exuding feminine charm.
I knew every man in the shop was eyeing this long-haired beauty, and when we embraced, I couldn't help but feel a surge of vain pride. However, the light kiss Jia Ling gave me on the cheek contained an undisguised awkwardness and perfunctoriness. My heart sank again.
"Brother, I'm sorry! My classmates in my club insisted on throwing me a birthday party, so I'm late,"
Jia Ling said apologetically, explaining her lateness. Actually, she's still a sincere and lovely girl. It's just that her world has expanded, and she's slowly pushing me out...
"It's okay, it's good that you're here... Are you hungry? Let's go get dinner."
"Um..."
Jialing lowered her head apologetically, running her fingers through her long, silky black hair: "...Just now...a few classmates and I went out to eat something, I'm not hungry."
I think my expression must have been terrible then. Although I mumbled something like "It's okay," Jialing pouted sensitively: "Are you angry with me? I already apologized!"
Her eyes reddened as she spoke. I quickly handed her a handkerchief, and it became my attempt to apologize and comfort her.
Finally, Jialing calmed down, quietly sipping her coffee. I chatted with her casually, and it seemed that the topics that elicited the most response from her revolved around school. After a while, I noticed that Jialing kept glancing at her slender wrist, probably checking her watch. I asked tentatively, "What's wrong? Something else? Are you in a hurry?"
Jialing smiled sheepishly and shook her head. "No...it's nothing important..."
"Did you make plans with a classmate?"
"No, I didn't. I said I might not go."
I sighed, looking at the beautiful, mature butterfly in front of me. She was deeply engrossed in the game of stopping here and there among the flowers, while I was just a cocoon she had once lingered in.
I asked a question that seemed unnecessary and shouldn't have been asked: "Is it a guy?"
As soon as the words left my mouth, I regretted it. As expected, a shadow fell over Jialing's beautiful face. Just like every time we talked about similar topics, she blamed our problems on my jealousy and narrow-mindedness: "Brother! Why can't you accept the fact that I have a new life? Why can't you be happy that I'm recognized at school? Why can't you support me in pursuing new experiences? Do you want me to be that little girl who depends on you, can't live without you, and has no self for the rest of my life?"
When she got emotional, her long, slender phoenix eyes with long eyelashes reddened again, and her brows furrowed. Ah! Still, she was breathtakingly beautiful.
Jialing, sulking, kept her head down, refusing to look at me. "I know things are different between us since I went to university. My feelings have changed because I'm not a child anymore; I have my own world now. But if you still want us to go back to how things were before... I... I think... it would make it... hard for us to even be ordinary good friends..."
I sighed deeply. "Ordinary friends... I..."
Jialing suddenly stood up, saying coldly, "I'm sorry, you treated me to dinner and it turned into this awkward situation. But I think we need to give ourselves some time to think things through. If you really can't accept a new identity, then... it's better to end it now than to drag it out..."
With that, she picked up her backpack and strode out of the coffee shop, her face pale.
The music continued to play, but my mind was spinning like a swivel chair, a chaotic jumble of thoughts: "What is this? A breakup? Actually, we're no longer in that intimate, loving relationship... So... what is this? A declaration of a clean break, a decisive end?"
I paid the bill like a zombie, walking out of the store while thinking, "I can't lose Jialing. Even if I have to endure humiliation and humble myself, I... Ah... this is..."
I slipped behind a pillar in the arcade, peering at Jialing who hadn't left yet: her head was down, occasionally wiping her eyes. Beside her was a boy who looked like a college student, straddling a motorcycle, seemingly looking at her somewhat bewildered. But soon he seemed to understand, putting his arm around Jialing's shoulder, and Jialing leaned into his embrace. The boy muttered a few words, Jialing nodded, climbed onto the back of the motorcycle, her arms around the boy's waist, her cheek pressed against his back. The motorcycle started, roared a few times, and sped away, carrying away the long-haired Jialing.
My mind was no longer capable of any organized consciousness; it just kept screaming, "It's over...it's really over..."
The sunset in Vancouver in late autumn is quite early. Not long after the ship left port, all I could see outside the window were scattered lights and the reflections of candlelight and shadows in the glass. The bar next to the coffee shop slowly filled with men and women who had finished work, murmuring and chatting, enjoying the company of alcohol and the opposite sex.
I glanced at my watch; there were still twenty minutes until our appointment. I had twenty minutes to lose myself in memories...
For the first week or two, Jialing and I completely avoided each other—truly, after that night, neither of us knew how to face the other. Unsurprisingly, the first to notice the problem between Jialing and me was the observant and sensitive Lingyi.
"Xiao Luo!"
That day, I went downstairs to get the mail and returned home to find Lingyi already waiting for me at the door. "My God, what happened to you? You've lost so much weight!"
I wasn't prepared to see her at all. "Um... I..."
Lingyi seemed to have made up her mind to do something and asked, "Do you have time? I'd like to talk to you..."
"Yes, I do, but..."
Lingyi said with a surprisingly firm tone, "That's good, come with me."
"Heh..."
Lingyi said somewhat shyly, "I'm not as trendy as you guys. This is the only relatively quiet place I know..."
I looked at the retro tea pavilion-like decorations in the tea house and said sincerely, "No, it's very elegant here. Do you come here often?"
"You come here quite often, don't you?"
Lingyi smiled, covering her lips. I liked her unyielding quietness. "Lately, whenever I want to be alone, I come here to read."
Seeing that the friendly and warm-hearted owners weren't paying attention to us, I couldn't help but gently take Lingyi's delicate hand. "Lingyi, you really are a rare good woman..."
Lingyi's face flushed slightly, her big, bright eyes glancing at me. "Xiao Luo, you have such a sweet tongue..."
She seemed to be playfully scolding me, but I held her delicate hand for a while before pulling it away. "Oh! By the way, I wanted to ask... well... hey! What's going on between you and Jiajia?"
I slumped back into the bamboo chair with a backrest like a deflated balloon. "You noticed it too?"
Lingyi's eyes widened, and she nodded seriously. "Can you tell me?"
I sighed and honestly told her, "Besides you, I'm afraid I won't tell anyone else about this... Right now, you might be my only..." "She's the only person I can truly open up to now."
I recounted what happened that night, trying not to sound aggrieved: "Actually, Lingyi, I knew change was inevitable, after all, Jialing and I are at different stages of life. It's just that when it's time to come, it's still hard for me to accept."
This time, Lingyi reached out her hand and gently touched the back of my hand with her fingertips. She looked down at our hands touching on the table, then looked up at me with gentle, sympathetic eyes: "You two, one is my most beloved daughter, and the other is my closest friend. You know how difficult it is for me to make a judgment of right and wrong. But, I agree with you, we predicted the change long ago..."
She sighed softly: "I know you're very sad, but..."
Lingyi's soft hand covered the back of my hand: "Why aren't you taking care of yourself? It breaks my heart, you know? You can't keep going like this..."
"Lingyi..."
I was moved by her obvious sincerity, and my eyes welled up with tears.
Lingyi's big eyes reddened: "I feel so guilty. I haven't paid attention to your situation, and I haven't been able to spend enough time with you. But, you know, Lao Chen..."
About six months to a year after Lingyi and I became intimate, her husband's attitude gradually changed. He became increasingly clingy to her, and eventually even changed jobs to ones that didn't require frequent business trips. I once jokingly asked Lingyi if it was because she was more passionate in bed that Chen couldn't bear to leave home. She always blushed and laughed, scolding me for being indecent. However, based on what I indirectly learned from Jialing, the intensity of their intimacy did play a significant role. What man would be willing to leave his beautiful wife, who was willing (even craving) frequent intimate moments, at home?
However, this also meant that my sexual relationship with Lingyi ended—because I felt that when her husband was home, I didn't want to sneak around with Lingyi… and although I was a little jealous, seeing Lingyi happy made me happy for her too. Finally, there's one more reason why I can't be dissatisfied with Lingyi: "Lingyi, don't blame yourself. Your happy marriage with Brother Chen is a good thing, and I feel that I indirectly facilitated it. So, if I have to blame anyone, I can only blame myself..."
I said with a smile.
Lingyi's expression was serious, and she placed her hand on my lips with sympathy. "Xiao Luo! Don't say that! I always feel like I owe you something. When you need support, or just someone to talk to, I can't be there for you."
I held Lingyi's hand and gently kissed it. "Don't be sad. Knowing you care makes me feel so warm."
"Xiao Luo..."
Lingyi hesitated, struggling to speak. "At the end of next month... Lao Chen is going on a business trip to Southeast Asia, and Jialing will be going on a club camping trip. If you need... if you need me, I can come and keep you company..."
"Lingyi, don't be like this. I've already heard from Jialing that this trip to Southeast Asia was arranged by Brother Chen under the guise of business. He just wants to take you there and spend time alone with you. Besides, I know you're really looking forward to going. If you don't go because of me, it's unfair and harmful to both of you." "
But... I'm worried..."
"Lingyi, your concern really touches me. Don't worry, I think I should be able to handle my own affairs by the end of next month."
Lingyi still looked at me with some concern: "Really? Then... you and Jialing will be like strangers from now on?"
I shook my head: "No way, I won't avoid her anymore. Even if we break up, we don't have to act like we're enemies, right?"
After a moment of silence, Lingyi gently put her
arm around my neck: "Xiao Luo..." She leaned closer to me, her wet, soft red lips pressing against my parched lips. Perhaps it was just a friendly gesture, but her eyes were closed, and her lips were slightly... Zhang He explored, a soft moan escaping his throat. Perhaps I was trying too hard to decipher her kiss, but this was still the conservative and cautious Lingyi, in a nearly public place, with a man who wasn't her husband…
Lingyi released my lips, her beautiful eyes opening again to gaze deeply into mine: "I have to go, but… take good care of yourself, I'll miss you!"
I watched silently as Lingyi paid the bill, waved and smiled at me, then turned and left the teahouse…
I really did "settle" my affairs before the end of next month: the day I left Taiwan, I could hitch a ride to the airport with Brother Chen and Lingyi, who were going to Southeast Asia. That morning, I had an unexpected visitor; Jialing appeared at my door carrying a camping backpack and sleeping bag.
Ever since Lingyi and I talked, I've really stopped avoiding Jialing. I suspect Lingyi might have talked to Jialing about the same thing, so when we occasionally bump into each other in the stairwell, we'll greet each other and ask how things are going. Of course, we both avoid sensitive topics.
"Hi, Brother Luo..."
Jialing was wearing ordinary jeans and hiking boots, which accentuated her long, slender legs. A stylish denim jacket covered a bright red and yellow plaid velvet shirt, and her long, straight, jet-black hair was wrapped in a large, dark blue cloth folded into a triangle, giving her a serious yet adorable impression.
"Hey, Jialing, looks like you're pretty good at camping! Waiting for your classmate to pick you up?"
"Yeah."
Jialing nodded, her cute phoenix eyes looking at the two suitcases on the ground behind me: "You've packed everything too?"
"Yeah, I gave away what I could, sold what I could, and that's all I have left. I'm hitching a ride with your parents to the airport this afternoon, and the tenants will be moving in the day after tomorrow."
I accepted an invitation from an old classmate and applied for a position at the multinational company he worked for. It was during a booming economy and a period of company expansion, so everything went very quickly. In less than a month, I received my plane ticket to Vancouver.
"Well... I wish you all the best and take good care of yourself."
Hehe, mother and daughter are connected, even their words of advice are the same. "You too, have fun, be careful, don't get caught and eaten by a bear."
"Haha! Haha! A bear wouldn't have the heart to eat me."
"That's right, Jialing is so cute."
"Haha..."
Jialing smiled and suddenly asked, "Do you really still think I'm cute?"
"Of course..."
I answered quietly and sincerely.
"Will you...hate me?"
I suppressed the urge to vent my emotions and silently shook my head.
For a moment, the atmosphere in the room froze in silence. Jialing turned to look at the traffic on the street, but I saw her secretly wipe her face with her gloved hand. I stood behind her, watching the street scene. A moment later, a dozen motorcycles roared closer.
"Your classmates are here?"
"Yeah."
Jialing turned around, smiling and extending her right hand to me: "Brother Luo, have a safe trip!"
I shook her hand, watching her run downstairs, enthusiastically greeting the group of friends. A little while later, a tall, thin boy with long hair and glasses (it seemed to be the one who waited for Jialing at the coffee shop last time) tied Jialing's bag to the already stacked equipment rack on the back of his motorcycle.
Just as Jialing was about to get on, she suddenly said a few words, turned around, ran back, and went upstairs. Jialing, slightly out of breath, hugged me tightly, unable to speak for a long time. Her face was buried in my chest, her back trembling. Finally, she looked up and said in a choked voice, "Goodbye, Brother Luo! Thank you for everything you've done for me. I...I'm sorry, I..."
I wiped her wet eyes with my fingers. "Don't be silly, Jialing. Why say such things? Besides, it's not like I'm not coming back. Maybe they'll fire me and send me back next month."
"No...no. If they're not stupid, they'll do everything they can to keep you."
"Jialing, study hard, protect yourself and take care of Mom, okay? Look, they've been checking their watches. Don't make them wait any longer."
Jialing nodded obediently, hugged me tightly again, and planted a deep, long kiss on my cheek. Finally, she let go of me, turned back to look at me reluctantly at the top of the stairs, and waved goodbye. This time, she obediently sat on the back of the boy's motorcycle. The alleyway was filled with the noise of engines starting up. One motorcycle after another drove away. Jialing raised her right hand to say goodbye, and I waved back, watching her disappear at the end of the alley.
Suddenly, a sense of panic gripped me: I was finally leaving Jialing's side, something fate had never allowed to happen. Even after graduating from graduate school, my military service ended up in a government office very close to home, where I spent most of my time on duty at my desk—essentially living at home. Now, for the first time, I would no longer feel Jialing's presence nearby…
Suddenly, a silent commotion arose in the bar: from the coffee shop, I could see the drinkers (especially the men) turning their heads, some openly, some discreetly, watching a young woman walking towards us.
The woman seemed a little startled by the attention. Of course, the people at the bar weren't exactly saints. Several middle-aged white men were playfully arguing, loudly proclaiming, "Where can you order such a hot Asian woman by mail order?" Meanwhile, at another table, Asian men huddled together, lewdly glancing and chattering. You could call their behavior despicable, but you couldn't blame them for noticing the woman: she was undeniably attractive.
Her figure wasn't the voluptuous type, but it was elegantly and gracefully enveloped in an evening gown. Though not tall, she was petite and charming. The gown was simple in design: smooth black fabric clung neither too loosely nor too tightly to her beautiful breasts, slender waist, and heart-shaped hips. Above the bust and on the sleeves, it was made of semi-transparent black gauze, with only a narrow lace detail at the cuffs and neckline.
Her glossy black hair was neatly styled into a bun, simply adorned with an agate hairpin, revealing her fair and lovely ears. A pearl-colored silk scarf made her elegant neck appear remarkably long and alluring.
However, the initial focus of everyone's attention would likely fall on her beautiful legs, exposed by the hem of her dress, which barely reached her knees and was clad in sheer black stockings. Because of her petite frame, her thighs, though not as slender as my two hands encircling her, were nonetheless rounded and alluring. Her calves were beautifully shaped, with slender, well-proportioned calves, and her delicate feet were clad in a pair of rebellious, trendy black strappy high heels (at that time, formal women's shoes were mostly closed-toe shoes), further emphasizing her graceful figure. In short, she was a woman with a captivating figure.
The woman approached somewhat awkwardly, smiling shyly at me: "Xiao Luo, is this really okay?"
I had already stood up to greet her: "Of course our Lingyi can charm everyone no matter what she wears!"
"Stop flattering me, you're just sweet-talking and a wolf in sheep's clothing!" Lingyi said fiercely, her oval face turning red.
"I'm telling the truth, and since I've seen what you're not wearing, I have even more right to say this. But what you're saying makes a lot of sense. While I'm spouting sweet words, the sword in my belly is also eager to come out and greet you..."
Lingyi's little pink fist lightly hit my arm, almost like she was helping me pat my arm: "You pervert! You're shameless!"
I grinned and let her pat me: "Okay! But it seems that you have a good eye for picking clothes. This evening dress suits you very well."
After leaving Taiwan, I only maintained a sparse correspondence with Lingyi, but when I received a call from her saying that she had arrived in Vancouver alone, I almost cheered loudly in the office. Unfortunately, I had a formal dinner party with a client that evening that I couldn't refuse, but I didn't want to miss any opportunity to spend time with Lingyi, so...
I took half a day off to accompany Lingyi to the city's high-end shopping district to pick out an evening gown and accessories. This hastily altered gown really accentuated Lingyi's serene, slightly mysterious beauty. As for the stockings and shoes, Lingyi brought them herself from Taiwan. The shoes were stilettos with simple yet elegant thin leather straps; the craftsmanship was exquisite, probably Italian. The stockings were so thin that even the toes weren't padded, allowing me to clearly admire her captivatingly slender toes.
Strange, Lingyi didn't bring any formal attire, so why did she bring such high heels and stockings? Perhaps, it was specifically to please me? Ah! If it weren't for that damn banquet, I might already be admiring Lingyi's delicate toes.
"Stop it, is this really okay? I've never worn a formal evening gown before, won't I look tacky?"
Lingyi was clearly both excited and nervous.
I placed her hand on my arm: "You'll be the most beautiful focus of the banquet, don't worry, let's go?"
Lingyi leaned against me like a little bird, and we walked out of the hotel lobby. If jealous glances were arrows, I would have been riddled with bullets by the men along the way.
Weaving through the elegantly dressed crowd, Lingyi held my hand most of the time, because she said she wasn't confident in her English. Actually, after my "listening in," I realized she was being overly modest. But how could I refuse such enjoyment? As a result, I also received a lot of attention at the banquet. Guests holding wine glasses or appetizers would frequently come up to me and ask, "Roger, you've finally found your love interest? Where did you find such a beautiful girlfriend?"
The host's boss would also give me a thumbs-up amidst his busy schedule.
"See? I told you everyone would guess you're younger than me, right?"
Because of her naturally petite and slender figure, coupled with her excellent maintenance, Lingyi really looks like a woman under thirty (if she changed her hairstyle and clothing, she might even look like she's in her early twenties). I always told Lingyi this, but she always retorted, "Don't take pictures, I'm already in my forties, how could I be..."
Now that everyone said so, she could only acquiesce.
We sat down and enjoyed a delicious French feast. After the meal, I had to part ways with Lingyi temporarily because she needed to go to the restroom. We looked around and chatted for about two or three minutes before Lingyi returned to my side. Seeing her tense expression, I quickly asked, "Are you alright?"
"Um..."
Lingyi shook her head, "Not really. A foreign woman got drunk and made a mess of the bathroom, so it's temporarily unusable..."
I couldn't help but feel a little smug, wondering which glamorous woman had embarrassed herself, but Lingyi's expression made me realize there was something more urgent to attend to first. I asked her, "It's quite urgent, isn't it?"
Lingyi nodded hastily.
I wasn't familiar with this villa-style mansion, but I vaguely remembered that when we first entered, the owner had taken us upstairs for a quick tour, showing us many luxurious living rooms and bedrooms. Since there were bedrooms, there should be bathrooms too, right? Seeing that most of the people around us were focused on eating and drinking, I quietly led Lingyi upstairs. We tried several locked doors, and finally one opened. In the dim light, we could see it was a luxurious bedroom. Upon entering, to the left was a large bed surrounded by bedside tables, opposite which was a window framed in a Victorian intricate carving. To the right, against the wall, were bookshelves and a full set of audio-visual entertainment equipment. Next to the television was a narrow passageway, and my intuition told me that it led either to a wardrobe or a bathroom. I turned back, closed and locked the door, and, leading Lingyi, who was trembling slightly and clasping her legs together, said, "Come with me..."
I found a switch beside the passageway, and the lights in the "secret room" gradually changed from complete darkness to bright light as I turned the round knob. At first, I was a little disappointed; the short passageway seemed to lead only to a huge wardrobe filled with the lady of the house's clothes. However, upon closer inspection, there seemed to be something more at the far end of the wardrobe.
As we approached, we couldn't help but exclaim in unison, "Ah! How luxurious!"
To our right was a vanity, with light bulbs around the mirror encased in semi-transparent shades carved into clamshells, making the light in front of the mirror bright yet soft. The entire platform was made of marble, decorated with Roman-style sculptures, and inlaid with two washbasins that resembled small fountains.
What amazed us even more was the enormous bathtub in front of us: it was practically a small swimming pool, with a marble mosaic bottom, tiered steps leading down to the pool on all four sides, sculptures adorning the edge, and a platform that looked like it was for massage. The only modern amenities were a giant copper-plated (or perhaps gold?) faucet in the corner, a handheld showerhead, and a large, semi-transparent, thick, floral-decorated glass partition on the other side (used to separate the bathtub and prevent water from splashing out). But the only remaining fixture in the bathroom was a life-size plaster statue of Venus on a marble pedestal. We couldn't help but ask in unison, "Where's the toilet?"
I turned and saw Lingyi's pale face; I felt really sorry for her. I knew that agonizing feeling: when you desperately need to urinate, the closer you get to where you know you can "release," the more urgent and unbearable the urge becomes, like a water-filled balloon pressing on your lower abdomen. I guessed that if Lingyi hadn't already "leaked," she was about to burst.
I knelt down in front of Lingyi: "Lingyi, hold onto my shoulders..."
Lingyi, unaware of what was going on, obediently did as I said. I untied the straps of her high heels, grasped her slender ankles, and helped her... Her shoes were off. If it weren't for her urgent need, I would have definitely leaned in and kissed those beautiful, delicate little feet...
After taking off Lingyi's shoes, I slipped my hands under the hem of her evening gown, one hand on each side, stroking upwards along the outside of her thighs. Lingyi, needing to urinate again and feeling bewildered, asked, "Xiao Luo, what are you doing?"
I lifted Lingyi's skirt like a stage curtain, gradually exposing her soft, rounded thighs to my view. Although my intention was to help her relieve herself, I couldn't help but get excited as my fingers touched the smooth stockings and my eyes saw her beautiful legs. What particularly aroused me was that my fingers didn't touch the thick nylon pantyhose, but instead felt the garter belt and the smooth, elastic skin of her thighs. I raised my arm, and Lingyi gasped. Her lower body, clad in black lace bikini bottoms, was completely exposed before me: "Wow! Lingyi still remembers that underwear should be worn over the garter belt, so good!"
"It was...it was you and Jialing who taught me!"
Lingyi smiled, but her voice was already trembling. "But...but, please don't...I can't hold back anymore..."
The reason she wore her panties over her garter belt was that she could take them off without untying the garter belt. That's how I took off Lingyi's panties. Her bare genitals touched the slightly cool air, and her whole body trembled even more, her legs tightly clamped together. "Xiao Luo..."
I wrapped my arms around Lingyi's knees, and when I straightened up, I lifted her high. "Oh!"
Lingyi exclaimed, her hands tightly holding my head, her small panties falling lightly onto the thick carpet.
"Stand still!"
I moved Lingyi to the vanity so she could stand by the sink. "Come on, squat down."
I patted the creamy yellow porcelain basin.
"Huh? I'm going to pee in there?"
"Can you still hold it in?"
"Hmm..."
Lingyi didn't hesitate any longer, pulling up her skirt and squatting down next to the washbasin. I didn't stand idly by either, squatting down facing her, my hands slipping between her spread legs, palms facing upwards, supporting her plump buttocks. Before me lay the familiar secret: beneath sparse, dark pubic hair, plump little "buns" were white with a hint of pink, and in the slit at the center of her mons pubis, two thin, skin-colored lips parted slightly.
Lingyi's surprised voice: "Xiao Luo, what are you trying to do?"
"To help you hold on! It's not very stable squatting like this."
"No...no...you'll see..."
"It's not like I haven't seen it before."
"But, don't watch someone pee..."
Honestly, I could feel her trembling as I held her hands, and Lingyi was still arguing. My thumbs were placed on either side of her mons pubis (where it meets her thighs), slightly parting them to the left and right, causing Lingyi's labia minora, which were originally overlapping, to slightly part, revealing a hint of crimson, which made her gasp deeply. I said to her with a bit of mischief, "I just want to see, what's wrong with that? Hurry up, don't hold it in."
As I spoke, I blew air towards her trembling lower abdomen.
"No...oh no...I can't hold it in..."
Lingyi cried out in despair, and a small waterfall of pale yellow urine poured out from her red interior, dripping into the basin. The ladylike Lingyi tried to control the flow of urine by tightening her muscles, but once the loss of warm liquid made her shiver, she lost the ability to control the flow, letting the trickle of urine falling directly downwards turn into a torrent, the landing point moving closer and closer to Lingyi's front, that is, closer and closer to my face.
I could feel Lingyi trying to regain control of the water flow, but each attempt only resulted in convulsive tremors. Finally, she gave up struggling, letting the golden spring patter against the washbasin. The pungent smell of Lingyi's discharge gradually filled the space in front of my nose, and a warm breeze swept over my face. I could even feel a few tiny water droplets bouncing off the porcelain basin and landing on my face.
If Lingyi hadn't been holding up the hem of her clothes, her hands would have been covering her face, but now she could only watch as she continuously gushed out the warm flow that had been trapped in her stomach for so long, right before my eyes. Lingyi said helplessly, "Ugh! I'm so embarrassed! It's so ugly!"
"Oh my god! I'm bursting... I feel like I can't finish peeing..."
Lingyi's urethra continued to gush out, but as the pressure in her bladder eased, her trembling gradually subsided, and her face changed from pale to a shy blush: "How annoying! You have to watch something so dirty..."
As she spoke, the stream of urine between her red lips gradually weakened, splitting into two streams.
"What's dirty about it? I like watching whatever Lingyi does."
"It's pee! Doesn't it smell? You... if you want to peep at someone, don't resort to such methods..."
After Lingyi relaxed, although her pretty face was still blushing, her big, bright eyes regained their smile, and she asked softly, "Xiao Luo, are you getting excited?"
Of course! Between my squatting thighs, my trousers were stretched like a tent by my "third leg". I could feel my swollen penis, already aroused by this "beauty urinating," leaking fluid. The wet panties felt coolly enveloping my burning glans,
and I obediently nodded. Lingyi laughed even more: "Really, a lecher's nature is hard to change."
I pouted, feigning grievance: "Don't blame me, it's been so long since I've seen such a beautiful sight."
Lingyi smiled silently and shook her head, using one hand to hold her hem, while the other gently combed my hair. I remained focused on her plump vulva as she urinated. At this moment, the abundant flow finally reached its limit, turning into a vertical cascade of water droplets, gradually thinning out. Because Lingyi had held it in for so long, her bladder was still not completely empty. With each contraction of her lower abdomen, spurts of hot liquid would gush out. However, after three or four cascades, the flow gradually dried up. Finally, a few water droplets hesitantly dripped from her labia minora into the basin. The last few drops refused to leave Lingyi's delicate mons pubis, sneaking towards her perineum between her vulva and anus. One drop even dangled precariously from the edge of her labia minora.
Lingyi relieved the pressure in her abdomen and breathed a sigh of relief: "Phew... much better... Oh dear! Can you see where the toilet paper is?"
Since there was no toilet in the bathroom, it seemed a bit natural not to find toilet paper either... However, still holding Lingyi's beautiful buttocks, I said to her, "Do you want to dry yourself? Here!"
"Oh, where is it?"
While she was looking around, I gently lifted Lingyi's lower body with my hand. When she focused her attention back on her lower body, my mouth was already close to Lingyi's wet vulva...
"Ah! Don't do this..."
Lingyi was startled and almost lost her balance. She quickly wrapped her arms around my neck, which caused my tongue to press against her labia. "No...it's so dirty..."
Lingyi tried to pull her lower body away from me, but it was too late.
My tongue nimbly and quickly invaded her warm, tender petals. After a series of intense licks, Lingyi shifted her weight back to my hands that were supporting her, no longer trying to stand. Her breathing became heavy, and her only resistance was a helpless murmur from her small mouth: "Hmm...I told you not to...oh...Xiao Luo...why...why are you like this...oh..."
I slowed the teasing of my tongue, licking the inner walls of her bright red vulva while taking the opportunity to tease her with a method that worked well on Lingyi: "It seems I'm not the only one who's excited...hmm...Lingyi, why is your vulva so wet?"
As I spoke, I deliberately turned her wet, tender lips apart, licking out a series of "sizzling...sizzling...sizzling..."
sounds.
"Hmm...you still dare to say that...oh...nonsense...I just peed..."
Lingyi blushed with embarrassment, panting as she protested. "Okay, you're reacting." The reserved Lingyi would blush and pout when I teased her with explicit language, but that only made her more excited...
"Yeah... I licked it clean for you, and you still scolded me..."
"Really... oh... hmph... it's so dirty there... how... how could you... oh... lick it..."
"It's not dirty... Lingyi's urine smells very good... a little salty... only a little bit smelly... warm..."
"Ugh... pervert... don't say that... oh..."
She wouldn't admit defeat, but her hands would gently caress my hair and neck, and a look of lust would appear on her face.
"But... what I'm licking now doesn't seem to be urine... sit down obediently and let me see what's going on..."
"Oh... I don't want to... let you... um... see what... see..."
Lingyi protested stubbornly, but obediently moved to the sink and sat on the edge of the vanity.
I knelt between her legs, using my freed hands to part her labia minora, which were covered in my saliva, exposing her wet, red vulva. Then, I used the tip of my tongue to tease her clitoris, which peeked out from under her foreskin. While teasing her, I still managed to say, "Lingyi, it seems I'm not the only one who's aroused. Your clitoris seems to have been erect for a while now..."
I gently pressed my fingertips against Lingyi's overflowing vaginal opening, continuing to tease her with my words, "And, what's coming out of your urethra now isn't... it's... it's coming out here... where is this?"
"Ah... you're so annoying... ugh... licking and touching like that... oh..."
Lingyi's breathing became rapid. Although she cursed, she swayed her slender waist forward, as if trying to insert my fingers into her vagina. But
I deliberately didn't let her have her way. I withdrew my fingers and tongue from the attack, instead lifting her right leg and slowly using my lips and tongue to taste her shapely, delicate little foot. I took her toes, each one encased in stockings, into my mouth and sucked and licked them with relish. "You..."
Lingyi looked at me with a hint of disappointment.
I put down her right foot, which I had been carefully licking, and picked up her left foot while acting coquettishly, "I...you said I'm bad and dirty, so I'd better be good and not mess with your wet and tender little hole..."
As I spoke, I repeated the same act, sucking and playing with her slender toes.
In the past, my teasing of Lingyi, whose desire was already running high, would have made her both anxious and embarrassed. But now, she did something I never expected: although her face was still flushed, it was full of alluring charm. Her big eyes looked at me with intense desire, and her lips, perfectly proportioned and beautifully shaped, appeared even more full with emotion. She smiled coquettishly and said, "You know I'm already aroused by you, and you still play... Fine, if you want to be a good little brother, then I'll be a bad older sister..."

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