My Little Dragon Girl

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Chapter One: Birth

I pushed open the basement door, and the giant egg, comparable in size to a bathtub, still lay peacefully on the old sofa. Looking at the date on my watch, I muttered to myself, "It must be today, right?"

Three days ago, my old friend Wang Wenjie, who works at the Academy of Sciences, suddenly appeared at my house mysteriously. After years of not seeing each other, he gave me an unbelievable gift—a giant egg. He didn't give me a chance to refuse, moving it to the basement of my three-story villa without explanation, repeatedly telling me not to move it, and that it would definitely hatch within three days. Then he hurriedly left, and I couldn't reach him by phone.

Scientists are all irrational guys. Since he was so enthusiastic, I decided to accept. Besides, I'm a pretty eccentric myself—a private investigator.

Speaking of Wang Wenjie, that guy is truly unique. When I first met him in elementary school, he was already a huge dinosaur fanatic. That's not surprising; what little boy isn't interested in dinosaurs? Strangely, twenty years have passed in the blink of an eye, and he actually went to the Academy of Sciences and became a researcher, leaving everyone speechless with admiration. He's usually extremely low-key; he never shows up at class reunions. It's said that no more than three old classmates know his phone number, and I'm one of them.

Speaking of which, this giant egg has been lying obediently on the old sofa in the basement for three days and two nights, without moving an inch. Could it not hatch? A hen needs body heat to incubate chicks, but there's no heater in this basement. In this early spring when it's still chilly, what could possibly hatch? But there's no use thinking about it; I'd better lock the door and go to sleep.

In the middle of the night, a strange crackling sound woke me from my sleep. Listening carefully, it sounded like someone was breaking the wooden bars of the fence. My first thought was a thief. I looked out the window, but there wasn't a soul in either my own or my neighbor's front or back yard, and the fence was completely undamaged. Where was the sound coming from?

I called the property management staff over. Strangely enough, as soon as the three security guards entered my house, the strange noises immediately disappeared. They looked left and right but found nothing unusual, leaving empty-handed and even blaming me for being paranoid. I also suspected it was hallucinations due to overworking my brain, so I didn't think much of it and went back to my room to sleep.

Just before dawn, I was woken up again, this time much more terrifying than before. I didn't hear any crackling noises, but rather a sobbing sound! Oh my god, is this a ghost story? I forced myself to calm down, pinched my thigh—it hurt—and the sobbing continued intermittently. This wasn't a hallucination, nor a dream; it was real crying!

I turned on the light and picked up my self-defense baton: "Whether you're human or ghost, daring to play tricks on me in my house, I'll drag you out and give you a good beating!"

The living room was fine, the hallway was fine, the kitchen was fine, the bathroom was fine, the study was fine, the guest room was fine, the balcony was fine, the front and back yards were fine. It seemed the source of the crying could only be one possibility—the basement.

The image of that strange egg appeared in my mind. During the day, it didn't seem like much, just an enlarged duck egg. But in this darkest hour before dawn, with the cries echoing in my ears, even something not inherently frightening seemed terrifying.

I tiptoed to the basement door. The chilling cries were right next to me. Without a doubt, the answer lay behind the door.

I patted my chest, took a deep breath, gritted my teeth—three! two! one! go! With a

thud, I kicked the door open, and the crying stopped abruptly. Without even reaching for the light switch, I swung my short stick and started hitting it wildly: "I'll kill you! I'll kill you!"

"Ah!" A scream rang out. I felt myself hitting something. I picked up my flashlight and looked closely. I couldn't believe my eyes—the giant egg was shattered. Egg white had spilled onto the floor, slippery and sticky. A young girl lay naked on the worn sofa, covered in sticky egg white. A half-foot-long bruise, red and purple, covered her buttocks—a truly horrifying sight.

I didn't have time to consider the connection between the giant egg and the girl; only one thought occupied my mind: saving her was the priority! Without a word

, I carried the girl to the living room and quickly took bandages and gauze from the first-aid kit to treat her wounds. After a few minutes, I finished bandaging her injuries. She lay limply on the sofa, motionless and silent, only her slow, steady breathing causing her back to ripple slightly.

Only then did I have time to slowly sort out my jumbled thoughts. The giant egg was broken—what was inside? And who was this girl? If the giant egg and the girl were unrelated, then how did the girl get into the basement, with its foot-thick concrete shell and perfectly intact lock? If there was a connection, what was it? Did the girl hatch from an egg?

Logically speaking, it's impossible for a human to hatch from an egg. Even dinosaur eggs don't have such a bathtub-like size; are there eggs that big in the world? Moreover, it wasn't a baby girl that emerged, but a teenage girl! In any case, only one person can solve this mystery: Wang Wenjie.

I took out my phone and called him again, but as soon as he answered, I heard, "The user you dialed is busy, please try again later!" I hung up and couldn't help but curse, "What the hell are you busy with?!"

Helpless, I had to turn my attention back to the girl. Her buttocks were injured, and the bandage made it look like she was wearing a tight white miniskirt; the rest of her body was still bare.

I poured two glasses of water in the kitchen and handed her one: "Here, have some water."

She didn't react at all.

I put her glass down, wanting to analyze the situation more carefully, but the girl kept writhing on the sofa, moaning softly. Seeing the goosebumps all over her body, I knew she was cold. I took a blanket from the room and covered her with it. "Are you cold? You won't be cold with the blanket on. Does your wound still hurt?"

She didn't answer, just pulled the blanket tighter around herself. She tried to sit down, but the wound must still be burning with pain

. As soon as her bottom touched the sofa, she jumped up as if she'd been electrocuted. She tried a few positions, but finally settled down on the sofa like a kitten, her bottom sticking up high.

I sat opposite her, carefully observing her. She was about sixteen or seventeen years old, with slightly dark yellow skin and

thick, short black hair that was covered in egg white. She had a cute oval face, bright eyes, and a high nose. Her lips were a little pale, probably from the cold. What impressed me most were her limbs, with incredibly long and shapely lines. Similarly, her breasts and hips were very rounded and natural. But for some reason, when I looked at her, I always felt an inexplicable sense of disharmony, as if something was wrong, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it.

I give up! I'm still single. This half-naked, beautiful girl of unknown origin, wrapped in a blanket

, is lying on my sofa. If people accuse me of having questionable morals, I'll be speechless! But what can I do about her now? I can't exactly call the police and send her to a shelter, can I? Besides, I haven't figured things out yet. If I give up now, how can I live with my detective curiosity?

Time ticked by, and before I knew it, it was morning. Looking at the rising sun,

feeling utterly helpless , the doorbell rang.

It was none other than Wang Wenjie. I quickly welcomed him in. Before I could even ask, he barked

, "What happened?"

I retorted irritably, "I was just about to ask you, what's going on?"

Suddenly, the girl ripped open the blanket, let out a strange "Wow!", and lunged at Wang Wenjie. Her posture was extremely bizarre. Normally, when someone attacks, their arms are forward and their legs are back, but she had all four limbs forward, her hands hooked straight at Wang Wenjie's neck, while her feet kicked towards his lower abdomen.

Without a second thought, Wang Wenjie pulled a dark object from his pocket and pressed it against the girl's chest. A flash of electricity, and the girl collapsed to the ground, convulsing a few times before losing consciousness. Wang Wenjie was unharmed.

I went over and touched the girl's nose; she was still breathing. I touched her chest; her heart was still beating. I breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "Brother, you should explain things clearly now."

Wang Wenjie casually placed the dark object on the coffee table, plopped down on the sofa, and joked, "I really don't understand, with such a hasty temper, how can you solve cases?"

The dark object turned out to be a stun gun, the kind women often use for self-defense.

Wang Wenjie was never polite in my house. He picked up another glass of water, took a few sips, and said, "I have to tell you a top-secret message, you absolutely must keep it a secret."

He had a serious expression, as if he really had a secret to tell me, which made me very uncomfortable.

What Wang Wenjie said next left me completely bewildered: "That girl is a test subject, part of our country's top-secret scientific experiment."

I scoffed, unconvinced: "Do you think I'm stupid? Top-secret test subjects should be in a lab, not in my house!"

Wang Wenjie maintained his signature mysterious smile: "Better safe than sorry."

I straightened my face: "We're old friends, I'll keep your secret, but you have to explain yourself clearly. Otherwise, I'll just wash my hands of this and let the reporters talk."

Wang Wenjie, true to his reputation as my best friend of twenty years, immediately saw through my bluff and simply said: "It's a secret, this girl will stay at your house for now. Just treat her well, don't know too much, or it could be dangerous. The only thing you need to be careful about is that you must always remember—she's just a test subject for our country, nothing more."

Clearly, Wang Wenjie knew a lot more inside information. He was keeping me in suspense; how could I let him get away with this?

He noticed my curiosity and leaned close to my ear, whispering in barely audible, "Dinosaur woman!"

If he hadn't pinched my arm hard to prove I wasn't dreaming, I would have practically pressed a stun gun against my thigh to prove it—a dinosaur woman! This concept, which only existed in science fiction, was actually real!

Wang Wenjie continued in a low voice, "She's a product of genetic engineering. Right now, aside from some dinosaur instincts, she's practically a blank slate, unable to even speak. But don't worry, she won't hurt you; she'll treat you very well. Like just now, she only attacked me."

I pressed on, "How do you know?"

He casually replied, "Birds are born recognizing the first animal they see as their closest relative, and birds are descendants of dinosaurs, so theoretically, dinosaurs would have the same characteristic. Isn't that common sense?"

No wonder I always felt there was something about her I didn't like; she was a hybrid of human and dinosaur! I exclaimed, "Wang Wenjie, aren't you afraid of making the wrong deduction and letting her eat me? You're crazy, completely crazy! You're hopeless!"

Wang Wenjie didn't respond to my assessment of him. He said goodbye and, before leaving, jokingly added, "When we were kids, your knowledge of dinosaurs wasn't as good as mine. Now I'm giving you a chance to catch up. Besides, if you become the first person to be eaten by a dinosaur, wouldn't that be glorious? You'd be remembered in history!"

I shook my head as I saw him off, "I'm afraid it's not catching up, it's an exam. I think you should also save yourself that chance to be remembered in history, so at least I'll have someone to accompany me on my journey to the underworld."

He laughed, "You always get the highest score on multiple-choice questions in exams, do you know why? Because you've always had incredible luck. Since you've been lucky your whole life, what are you afraid of now? Time's running out, I have to go to work. I'll come see you another day. Oh, and remember to give her a nice name." With that, he got into his car and drove off.

Back inside, the girl slowly woke up, moving her limbs as if she didn't care

about , as if shamelessly showing off her figure in front of me. But I wasn't in the mood to look. I quickly found another blanket and draped it over her. The most important issue right now was—giving her a name.

I sat down on the sofa, and the girl naturally climbed closer, perching on my shoulder like a parrot perched on its owner's shoulder.

What name should I give her? Right, Wang Wenjie said she was a dinosaur person, a product of genetic technology experiments, and she

looked Chinese. Since she was a descendant of the dragon and had dinosaur blood, I might as well give her the surname Long (Dragon).

She looked very young, and being a girl, I needed to give her a cute, feminine name. After thinking it over, I decided on "Long Yanyan," and her nickname could be "Little Dragon Girl." Not bad!

After indulging in self-congratulation over my terrible writing, I realized—naming her was just the beginning; she would bring me so much more…

Chapter Two: The Allure of a Beautiful Body (Part 1)

Naming her wasn't difficult; the real challenge was teaching her how to live. Although Little Dragon Girl wasn't like a baby who needed constant care, she couldn't even speak and was completely unable to communicate. What to do? I could only teach her slowly.

Little Dragon Girl looked like a young girl from birth, so there was no need to feed her baby food. I had plenty at home anyway; I'd see what she liked to eat first. Wang Wenjie said she had some dinosaur blood. Dinosaurs could eat meat or vegetables. What would she eat? Or would she eat everything like ordinary people?

Thinking about it was useless; action was the most important thing. I opened the refrigerator, took out a frozen steak, and waved it in front of her.

She just stared at me, completely oblivious to the fact that it was edible. But after I put the steak in the microwave to defrost, she immediately perked up, pacing around the kitchen doorway, glancing at me every now and then, and even secretly swallowing her saliva. As soon as I opened the microwave door, she threw off her blanket, rushed over naked, and pounced on me. She sniffed the bloody steak repeatedly, smacking her tongue, almost taking a bite.

Little Dragon Girl's hungry look proved her dinosaur instincts were still quite strong—some kind of carnivorous dinosaur, whose appetite surged at the mere smell of blood. This also confirmed that her aggressive advances towards Wang Wenjie were indeed driven by dinosaur instinct. However, I couldn't let her feast now; it would be troublesome if she developed a habit of eating raw meat. I told her to put the blanket back on, but she didn't understand me. I tried to push

her away a little, but she ignored me, clinging to me tightly. Since I couldn't get rid of her, I had no choice but to shield her behind my back and put the steak in the pan to fry, careful not to burn her with splattering oil. The aroma of the meat filled the air, making Little Dragon Girl's reaction even stronger; she clung to me,

refusing to leave my side. She was petite and delicate, and afraid of the steam rising from the pot, she wanted to lean on my shoulder to get a better look at the steak that made her mouth water. She had to stand on tiptoe, and as a result, she pressed her round, full breasts against my back, kneading them round and round, completely oblivious to herself.

I'm no innocent young man; I'm over twenty. To say I don't have sexual urges would be hard for me to believe. It's just that I'm a private investigator, and my social circle is full of strange people. I'm an only child, and my personality is a bit odd, so I can't find a girlfriend. Every time I meet my parents, I have to bite the bullet, terrified

of their pressure to get married. And now, there's this super cute, adorable girl, completely naked, shamelessly using her breasts on my back… How could I resist? Losing my composure, I lowered my left hand and touched her thigh. She jumped, probably thinking I was angry, and ran away from me, rushing back to the sofa, hurriedly throwing on a blanket, her eyes watery and pitiful.

I was both amused and exasperated. I placed the cooked steak on a plate, added the sauce and seasonings, set out the knife and fork, and presented it to Little Dragon Girl.

Although I had anticipated her lack of table manners, her eating style still completely astounded me—she ignored the cutlery, grabbing the steak with one hand and shoving it into her mouth, slurping and spitting out juices.

Speechless! I sighed, patiently taking the steak from her mouth, intending to teach her how to use utensils.

Little Dragon Girl was reluctant, glaring at me, baring her teeth, and making fierce "woof woof" sounds.

I silently told myself, "Calm down! Calm down! She's just a novice, don't get angry, don't take it to heart." I put the cutlery in her hands and patiently taught her how to eat.

Little Dragon Girl couldn't stand it anymore, pushing me away, and with the steak still in her mouth, she darted to a corner of the sofa. Seeing that I wasn't pressuring her anymore,

she slowly spat out the steak, smelled it, and prepared to continue eating. She took a few bites, then glanced back at my displeased expression. After a moment, she obediently returned, picked up the plate and cutlery, put the steak back on the plate, and tried to pick up the knife and fork, but didn't know how. She looked up at me again, unsure what to do.

Her pitiful expression would soften anyone's heart. I smiled, sat down next to her, picked up the knife and fork, and prepared to demonstrate again.

Before I could even get into position, she hurriedly snatched the knife and fork from my hand, got into position herself, left hand holding the fork, right hand the knife, and with a few quick movements, she had cut the palm-sized steak into eight pieces, along with the juices and condiments, completely devouring it. I was stunned—with this appetite, my refrigerator would probably be completely emptied in a few days. But what surprised me even more was that she learned it immediately after just one look at my knife and fork technique. This little dragon girl is quite intelligent! At least half the teenagers I've ever known are smarter than her.

Little Dragon Girl twirled her tongue around her mouth a few times, scooping up the last few drops of meat juice, then

stretched , lay down on the sofa, and closed her eyes.

I'm always hygienic, and since I just spanked Little Dragon Girl, it was my fault. Taking care of her

injury was only natural, and I couldn't care less about her sticky egg white covering. Now that she's full and filthy, lying on my sofa like this, I can't accept it. I went over and shoved her up: "You're filthy, go take a shower!"

Little Dragon Girl was very unhappy, pouting, shaking her head, and twisting her waist. I half-dragged, half-pushed her to the bathroom, where she stood

helplessly in the middle of the shower stall.

The showerhead turned on, and warm water poured down, drenching Little Dragon Girl's face. She screamed, turning her head to avoid it, her wet hair splashing egg white mixed with warm water onto me, making me feel nauseous.

Seeing this, Xiaolongnu couldn't help but laugh, "Hehe...hehe..."

I gave you a bath, and you got me all dirty, and you're still laughing! In a fit of anger, I jumped up and gave her a resounding slap. My hand had barely touched her face when I stopped abruptly.

Xiaolongnu, feeling the light slap, was terrified; her legs went weak, and she knelt down, clinging to my leg, trembling all over. Tears welled in her eyes and finally streamed down her face. My

heart softened again. I bent down, stroked her little face, and sighed.

She hugged me even tighter, smearing all her filth onto my leg. Unable to bear it any longer, I had to wash myself too.

Taking off my clothes in front of this strange young girl—this old man actually felt a little ashamed! I never expected this.

I comforted myself, telling myself, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. She's a human in human skin but a dragon in heart; she doesn't know anything. Just treat her like a baby. Take it off, what's there to be afraid of?"

As expected, Xiaolongnu didn't mind being completely honest with me. However, she had never bathed before, and stared blankly at the flowing water, unsure whether to approach or avoid it.

I inwardly sighed at my own predicament—this clueless little girl, I didn't know how long I'd be entangled with her.

After all, Xiaolongnu still had human blood. Perhaps out of female instinct, she sniffed around, following the scent to the bottle of shower gel. Unable to open it with her hands, she put it in her mouth and bit it.

I took the bottle from her, squeezed out the fragrant shower gel, mixed it with water to create lather, and applied it to her head and body.

Xiaolongnu trembled slightly, then became intoxicated by the shower gel and warm water, lifting her head, squinting her eyes, and enjoying my massage.

Of course, I wasn't doing this for nothing. Having such a young, beautiful body in my hands, at my mercy, was incredibly satisfying! I raised my hand and meticulously cleaned the grime from her hair.

The little dragon girl stood with her back to me, her head level with my eyes, calm and obedient, occasionally stomping her feet playfully. Her skin, though a bit dark, was incredibly elastic, like sesame cake, jiggling at the slightest touch. Especially her full, virgin breasts, proudly erect in the iridescent light refracted by the water. When she ran her hands through her hair to lather, her body naturally leaned back, exaggerating her curves.

I mischievously lowered my foam-covered hands, reaching under her armpits to grasp her beautiful breasts from behind, kneading them slowly but firmly, occasionally teasing her nipples.

While her figure wasn't exactly towering, it was still shapely and well-proportioned. Under my teasing, she let out an unbearable moan from deep within her throat: "Mmm…ah…" Her body involuntarily twisted, her buttocks pressing against my penis, swaying from side to side, up and down.

My breathing quickened, blowing away my unease, and my penis began to awaken.

Little Dragon Girl felt the movement behind her, turned around, paused for a moment, and reached out to touch it.

I didn't give her a chance, and hugged her waist from behind—wow! So soft and tender!

My penis was buried directly in Little Dragon Girl's buttocks. Her face was flushed, and she slightly opened her mouth: "Mmm..." She seemed to be struggling, but her legs were trembling and rubbing together, making my pent-up penis eager to try.

I felt her straight waist gradually soften, and her buttocks revealed the sexy lines of a peach as she bent over, and her most private fortress was getting closer and closer to my cannon. Seeing that we were only a little bit away from being united, Wang Wenjie's words suddenly popped into my mind, "She is just an experiment of our country, nothing more."

I tried to calm down and squatted down to massage her thighs, but I couldn't escape her attraction at all. Those slender lines made me sure that if she were a little taller, at least 90% of the models in the world would immediately go to claim unemployment benefits! From her smooth, intimate area, a rich, intoxicating scent, impossible to mask with artificial fragrance, wafted subtly, more addictive than any drug.

In a daze, I inexplicably lowered my head and kissed her buttocks.

She tickled, shifting her body to avoid my second assault, perfectly displaying her rounded shoulders, smooth back, slender waist, and pert buttocks.

Was this a provocation? A temptation? Or a test? Conversely, did she not see me as a threat? Whatever it was, my head throbbed. Without thinking, I held her tightly against me, burying my nose in her buttocks, desperately inhaling her virgin scent. The

little dragon girl, restrained by her waist and back, could not struggle. Her hands reached back, touching my face, her ten sharp nails gently digging, instantly waking me from my reverie—the beauty in my arms was not human! She had dinosaur blood! She was a dinosaur woman!

I froze, but she broke free from my embrace, turned around, and squatted down to face me.

Our eyes met; I looked her up and down, and she looked me up and down.

Suddenly, her eyes lit up, and she opened her mouth, but no sound came out—probably the same expression Columbus had when he discovered the New World.

I followed her gaze and felt incredibly embarrassed—my penis was still erect and throbbing, ready to pounce.

Little Dragon Girl cupped it in her hands, bent down, and brought her face close. This posture showcased her exceptional flexibility and, more importantly, her curiosity in exploring the opposite sex's body for the first time. She didn't just open her mouth and take it in; instead, she cautiously touched and smelled it with her nose first, then brought it to her eyes, examining it closely, her brow furrowing slightly as if deep in thought.

I wondered what this young woman was thinking. She must have never seen a man's penis before; was this some kind of instinctive self-taught learning?

Little Dragon Girl lowered her entire body, almost lying down, opened her mouth, and precisely placed her tongue on the tip of my penis.

Before I could even properly experience the warmth of her tongue, it began to rotate with incredible agility, circling rapidly around the tip, gradually expanding to the neck and middle of the penis, while slowly taking it into her mouth!

Little Dragon Girl was still a virgin, and it wasn't long before my penis was pressed against her throat. She let out a "uh," quickly spat it out, and turned away to gag. It

wasn't until then that I realized how scared I was—Little Dragon Girl was playing mouth games with me, and while I enjoyed it, I

had completely forgotten Wang Wenjie's repeated warnings: she was a dinosaur! What if she had closed her mouth just now? Would I have been…

Forgetting the most basic safety rules three times in such a short time—who wouldn't be afraid? My penis lost its fighting spirit in my extreme panic. Little Dragon Girl, seeing this, tilted her head, confused, and kept fiddling with it.

I forced myself to calm down, quickly washed us both clean, and planned to get some sleep. Don't forget,

I was woken up in the middle of the night by Little Dragon Girl's crying, and she had kept me up all night. We were both completely exhausted.

I dried her off, then suddenly remembered I'd forgotten to bring clean clothes. Luckily, no one was home. I picked her up and rushed to my bedroom, throwing her onto the bed.

Chapter Three: The Allure of a Beautiful Body (Part Two)

Little Dragon Girl somersaulted like a cat, swiftly returning to a normal posture—no, I doubt that posture was normal—she knelt on the headboard in a doggy-style position, her buttocks raised high, her head buried under the covers, sniffing around as if searching for something.

A moment later, she buried her face in my pillow, hugging it and laughing: "Hehe...hehe..."

I was sleepy, ignoring her, and didn't bother to put on clothes. We'd already taken a bath together, what was a little naked? I simply threw myself onto the bed, spread my arms and legs, and let out a long sigh: "Ah...so comfortable..."

Little Dragon Girl lay on my bed, yawning, but not sleeping. Instead, she hugged my pillow between her arms, scratching and biting it.

I glanced at her, turned my back to her, and thought: "You really are like a wild animal. I don't have time for you. I'll take a nap and settle the score with you later."

I don't know how long I slept, but I felt something warm and smelly under my bottom. I woke up with a start: "No way? A woman in her twenties, still wetting the bed!

" I reached out and touched the sheets; they were indeed wet, but it wasn't me who wet the bed, it was Little Dragon Girl. She was lying on her side next to me, hugging a pillow, her little mouth half-open, a corner of the pillow bitten in her mouth, drool dripping down her backside. It was such a cute sleeping face, but the large, smelly liquid down there was a real eyesore.

I really wanted to pick her up, hoist her onto my lap, and give her a good spanking to teach her a lesson. But then I thought better of it. She's just a child; why should I argue with a child? Seeing how content she looked, I let her sleep a little longer; I still had to clean the house.

I cleaned the whole house again, which is usually the housekeeping service's job, but since Xiaolongnu can't be seen by anyone yet, I have to suffer in silence. So frustrating!

I cleaned up the broken eggshells and egg whites in the basement, finally getting the house tidy. Just as I was about to sit down

and rest, I heard heavy footsteps on the stairs. Xiaolongnu ran down the stairs, pushed open the back gate, and jumped on me, pinning me down. Her movements were exactly the same as when she pounced on Wang Wenjie this morning, the only difference being that Xiaolongnu didn't attack me with her claws; instead, she hugged me tightly, holding my head against her chest, her wet tongue licking my face.

Luckily, it was around 4 PM, a busy time, and the men in the neighborhood were out working, the women were out playing cards and shopping. No one saw a naked girl pinning me to the ground and kissing me.

Xiaolongnu, oblivious to everything else, went even further, sticking her tongue into my mouth. Instinctively, I sucked on her tongue, a delicate fragrance wafting towards me: she was still a young girl after all, her scent was intoxicating.

After a while, I finally released her, pushing her into the house, afraid someone would see her. After all, she was my beautiful, youthful body, and I didn't want anyone else to have a piece of my possession, not even a glimpse. Little Dragon Girl was now clean and comfortable, much better than when she was born. Since I didn't want to share the privilege of admiring this youthful body with others, I had to solve one problem first—clothes.

I'd been single for several years since graduating from university, and I didn't have a girlfriend. Where would I find women's

clothes at home? Where was I supposed to find clothes for her now? I opened the wardrobe, rummaged through it, and finally found an old tank top and shorts—my basketball jersey from middle school. Anyone who's played basketball knows that tank tops and shorts are designed to be quite loose for ease of movement.

Little Dragon Girl stood up straight, arms overhead, obediently letting me pull the vest over her head. She even playfully twirled around the room a few times, shaking her body as she walked, letting her breasts bounce slightly, appearing and disappearing beneath the thin vest.

The jersey, which felt loose ten years ago, is now too tight for me, but on Little Dragon Girl, it even looks a bit baggy. Especially her slender shoulders; she could never quite manage to hold up both straps at the same time. If she put the left strap on, the right would slip down; if she put the right on, the left would slip down; if she put both on, they would both slip down, turning the vest into a halter top. No matter how she wore it, a large expanse of her ample bosom was always exposed.

Not only that, the vest dragged down to her upper thighs, perfectly covering her alluring little bottom, leaving only her long legs swaying shyly. This veiled allure was more stimulating than complete nudity, making my heart race and my breathing quicken.

Little Dragon Girl leaned closer, wiped her finger under my nose, tasted it, and laughed. Then she climbed onto my shoulder, her tongue brushing against the tip of my nose, sucking on it with gusto.

I panicked; that smile seemed familiar, something was wrong! What was in my nose that excited her so much? Could it be…?

Little Dragon Girl paused for a moment, and I took the opportunity to push her away, suddenly noticing her mouth was covered in red blood.

My legs went weak, and I collapsed to the ground, sighing, "How embarrassing! I'm bleeding from my nose!" She was walking around in front of me wearing my vest, and she actually made me bleed.

Little Dragon Girl, oblivious, kept stroking my face with her bloodied mouth.

I wanted to get rid of her and calm myself down, but couldn't find a reason. Seeing a box of tissues on the bedside table, an idea struck me. I pointed at it and said to her, "Sweetie, get me some tissues." I naturally assumed that Little Dragon Girl couldn't understand me since she couldn't speak, but her actions proved that I had underestimated her intelligence once again.

She first looked in the direction she was pointing, her gaze lingering on the headboard for a few seconds, then sweeping over the alarm clock, lamp, pillow, and blanket before finally landing on the tissues. She glanced back at my nose, then looked back at the tissues. After a moment's hesitation, she kicked her legs and sprawled onto the bed, reaching for the tissue box.

Now it was even more embarrassing! Little Dragon Girl wasn't wearing pants. When she was standing, her short vest could barely cover

her bottom , but now that she was lying on my bed with her buttocks facing me, her vest rode up, revealing her peach-like curves, rippling outwards as if excitedly celebrating her liberation. In this position, even her most private secret—her virginity—was inadvertently exposed before me! Facing this smooth, forbidden territory, I felt my head throbbing, my mouth burning, my chest tight, and my limbs weak…

Little Dragon Girl tore off a few tissues, crawled back, and lay down in front of me, using the tissues to wipe my nosebleed. This didn't stop the bleeding; instead, it made it gush even more. The loose neckline of her vest drooped, revealing most of her lovely breasts, which trembled restlessly with her movements, making my heart race.

I stretched out my arms and hugged her. She obediently pressed herself against me, casually crumpling the tissues into a ball and stuffing them into my nose.

No one knows whether it was a dinosaur's instinct or a woman's nature, but Xiaolongnu's flirting skills were undeniable. She stretched her neck, rested her chin on my shoulder, and gently rubbed it against me. Her breasts, more bouncy than a rubber ball, pressed against the base of my neck through the fabric. The ambiguity of this action was not diminished by her inability to speak. I can only say that if she could speak, I would completely lose control in her presence.

After a while, I managed to stop my nosebleed, wiped the bloodstains from the corner of her mouth, and said to her, "Okay, I'm fine now."

Xiaolongnu's response didn't come from her mouth, her throat, or even her body language, but from her stomach—a rumble

. As the sage said, food, sex, and nature are fundamental. The sun was setting, we hadn't had lunch, and her stomach was protesting, which was perfectly normal. My lust had been aroused by her, but I didn't know if she was doing it intentionally or unintentionally, so it was indeed difficult to take further action. Besides, Xiaolongnu wasn't entirely human; she possessed the instability of a dinosaur, which made me even more hesitant to act rashly. In comparison, our need for food is not only much safer but also much more urgent—that's the highest priority.

I opened the refrigerator and took out a chilled steak.

Ding-dong! The doorbell rang.

I put the steak in the microwave to defrost and casually called out, "Honey, can you open the door for me?"

Little Dragon Girl had no idea what a lock was, how could she open a door? —By the time I remembered this and went out of the kitchen to open the door, it was too late. The genius Little Dragon Girl flicked her finger and unlocked the door. I inwardly groaned,

"Oh no! Little Dragon Girl is going to hit me again!" She should be quietly hiding in her room; how could I ask her to open the door? The visitor pushed open the door and bumped right into Little Dragon Girl, exclaiming in unison, "Wow!"

Afraid that Little Dragon Girl would cause trouble, I quickly stepped forward, standing between them, shielding her behind me.

The visitor was quite surprised, standing there stunned for several seconds before reacting: "You...she...what's going on with her?"

I rolled my eyes at her: "What are you doing here again? I didn't invite you."

The visitor's name was Chen Yunyi, my parents' "recommended" "girlfriend," at least nominally. However, I didn't like her, not because she had any particular flaws. To be fair, whether it was her looks, figure, personality, conduct, knowledge, or profession, she was top-notch.

The reason I disliked her was simply because she was "recommended" by my parents. This practice of imposing one's will on others was something I, a free and independent person, found extremely objectionable, nothing more. However, she didn't seem to take my feelings to heart, even ignoring my subtle attempts to get rid of her, and would always come to my house to bother me from time to time.

As usual, Chen Yunyi would come to my house after work, "legitimately" freeloading meals at my house under the guise of being my "girlfriend." Today, she was dressed in her typical office lady attire: a suit jacket, shirt, narrow skirt, stockings, high heels, gold-rimmed glasses, and her hair in a bun—extremely refined and mature. But after I retorted, her pretty oval face flushed red and then paled. She gave Xiaolongnu a cold look, said nothing, took off her high heels, sat on the sofa, crossed her legs, and crossed her arms.

Xiaolongnu looked at me, buried her head in my chest, gritted her teeth, took a deep breath, and defiantly sat on the other side of the sofa, striking the exact same pose as Chen Yunyi.

These two women—no, I'm wrong, Xiaolongnu is only half—this one and a half women, sat on either side of the sofa, their eyes locked.

Their postures were similar, yet their styles were vastly different—Chen Yunyi was a universally acknowledged beauty; her formal white shirt didn't make her

full, high breasts appear stiff or uninteresting. The allure of a woman in her late twenties seemed to burst forth from the tightly buttoned shirt, her voluptuous thighs reflecting the afterglow of the setting sun beneath her black stockings, creating a dazzling beauty. Xiaolongnu, on the other hand, had a half-ripe figure, yet she insisted on striking a mature pose, which was both laughable and absurd. However, she wasn't wearing pants, and her figure, more slender than a human woman's, was even more alluring under her loose vest, especially her round little bottom, half-exposed beneath her crossed legs, as tempting to men as a white rabbit before a hungry wolf.

Seeing that Xiaolongnu hadn't acted violently, I felt slightly relieved. To some extent, I also hoped that Xiaolongnu could give Chen Yunyi a warning, making her leave quickly and stop bothering me. So, I didn't say a word and returned to the kitchen, preparing dinner while listening intently to the sounds coming from the living room.

Until I finished preparing the food and called them to eat, not a single woman in the hall uttered a word or made a move.

I sat up straight, took a sip of water, and said, "Enough talk, let's eat."

Little Dragon Girl jumped onto a chair without hesitation, squatted down, and, with a knife and fork in her hands, prepared to attack the fragrant steak. Turning her head and seeing my posture, she mimicked me, putting her feet down.

Chen Yunyi, not to be outdone, sat opposite Little Dragon Girl, glanced at her sideways, frowned, sighed, shook her head, and began eating in silence.

Chapter Four: From Pretense to Reality (Part 1)

After the meal, I collected the dishes and washed them.

Chen Yunyi finally couldn't hold back any longer. She went to the kitchen and cut to the chase: "How long are you going to keep being so awkward? Who is she anyway?"

I glanced at her and said irritably, "She's my fiancée, okay? Are you satisfied now?"

Chen Yunyi paused for a moment, then laughed and said, "You're joking. She's only a few years old, how could she be your fiancée?"

I was just saying it casually, but since she was determined to get to the bottom of it, I decided to go all in: "It's precisely because she's not old enough that she's my fiancée. I'll marry her when she grows up."

Chen Yunyi's lips twitched involuntarily: "You...are you serious?"

Seeing that she had fallen for it, I chuckled inwardly, but pretended to be serious: "Do I look like I'm joking?"

Chen Yunyi took a half step back, leaning against the cupboard, breathing rapidly. Her ample bosom pounded like a bellows: "You...when did you...meet her?"

I suppressed a laugh, forcing an angry expression: "Does falling in love take time? Let me tell you, I met her this morning, and now we're engaged, so what?"

Chen Yunyi trembled slightly, struggling to control herself, taking off her glasses and wiping her eyes: "You're lying...I don't believe you...You must not like me, you just found someone to play along and fool me...There are so many shady women these days, you can find one if you have money."

Hearing her say that about Xiaolongnu, I got a little angry, but then I thought, this isn't a bad opportunity to dump her, so I said: "Then go find a shady man to be your fiancé, don't act like this in front of me."

Xiaolongnu peered out from the kitchen doorway, biting her fingers.

Chen Yunyi was furious, but dared not vent her anger on me, so she turned around, pointed at Xiaolongnu's nose, and viciously cursed: "Vixen!"

Seeing Chen Yunyi taking her anger out on Xiaolongnu, I felt a surge of anger. I stepped forward, shielding Xiaolongnu behind me and twisting Chen Yunyi's hand away. "Watch your mouth! She's my fiancée!"

Although Xiaolongnu couldn't understand our conversation, she clearly expressed her unease. She hugged my waist from behind, pressed her face against the back of my neck, and trembled.

Chen Yunyi took a deep breath. "Fine! You two! A pair of adulterers! I'll see how you continue your act! I'm not leaving tonight, I'll play along!" With that, she ripped off her coat, plopped down on the sofa, and angrily turned her head away, refusing to look at us.

Xiaolongnu took my hand and placed it near her temple, adding fuel to the fire with an intimate gesture.

I felt a little guilty. It was inappropriate for Chen Yunyi to take her anger out on Xiaolongnu, but Chen Yunyi wasn't someone I disliked. I just disliked my parents forcing her into my life. Taking my anger out on her wasn't appropriate either.

But I wanted to put on a show to force her to leave me. Since the show had already begun, why not continue? I made up my mind, put my arm around Xiaolongnu's waist, and said, "Sweetie, let's take a bath."

Chen Yunyi jumped up, glared at us, gritted her teeth, and sat down again: "Hmph!"

Xiaolongnu learned her lesson, ran upstairs to my room, took out a bath towel from the closet, handed it to me, pointed to the bathroom, and giggled.

I deliberately left the door ajar, not locked, and stripped naked, also taking off Xiaolongnu's tank top: "Come on, let me give you a massage."

I guessed Chen Yunyi outside the door was already furious. Xiaolongnu saw me smirking, turned her head, blinked her bright eyes, looking adorably confused. After watching for a while, she giggled along with me.

I ran my fingers through her hair, gently combing it, and said to her, "Baby, you're so beautiful."

Xiaolongnu's smiling expression, expressing her intoxication at the man's praise, made her even more charming.

As usual, I had Xiaolongnu turn her back to me, lathering the shower gel into foam and rubbing it on her body, while also massaging her shoulders. Although she was petite, she wasn't thin or bony; she possessed the slender curves unique to young girls, especially her breasts, which were neither too big nor too small, and were absolutely beautiful.

I kneaded and teased the most sensitive peaks of Xiaolongnu's breasts in my palms, gently playing with them, which caused her to involuntarily draw out her moans: "Mmm...mmm...ah..."

Generally, Chinese women, when moaning with excitement, cover their mouths, half-concealing their faces, and lower their voices, afraid of being heard or being seen as a harlot. But Xiaolongnu didn't care about any of that, or rather, she didn't have any concept of these so-called bedroom etiquettes. Only the instinctive desire surging deep within her soul drove her to open her throat and freely express her pleasure.

Chen Yunyi paced back and forth in the hall, her footsteps thumping loudly.

I decided to play along, my hand moving from Xiaolongnu's chest to her abdomen, trying to tickle her. Suddenly, an unexpected touch startled me. I turned Xiaolongnu around, squatted down, and stared intently, stunned—she had no belly button!

As everyone knows, a belly button is the scar left after the umbilical cord falls off. Xiaolongnu's lack of a belly button was further evidence that she was born from a giant egg, confirming Wang Wenjie's claim that she was a dinosaur-person. I should have noticed this during our last bath together, but because I had the preconceived notion that "everyone has a belly button," I overlooked this obvious feature. It seems my observation skills as a detective still need improvement.

With a click, Chen Yunyi pushed open the bathroom door and barged in, interrupting my thoughts.

The top three buttons of her tight-fitting shirt were undone, her tie was half-fallen off, and the platinum and diamond necklace my parents had given her shimmered in the deep V-neckline of her flesh-colored cleavage, along with the abyss of lust that seemed to pulsate with her gait, as if about to burst through the fiery red frame. Her demure sleeves were rolled up to her elbows, and her black stockings were gone, exposing her pale thighs. The same outfit—she was a completely different person now than when she entered. The composed, intellectual, and refined clerk from before was now a completely wild woman, not just a slut, but a madwoman. Her

short, tight skirt was stained with dark red, which, combined with her flushed face and the smell of alcohol, told me that the treasures in her liquor cabinet had suffered heavy losses.

Chen Yunyi waved to us, quickly walked to the toilet, and said, "Don't misunderstand... I didn't come to peek... You guys continue... I just... need to use the toilet for a bit... Ugh... Ugh..." She then hugged the toilet and started urinating...

Just now, while I was holding Xiaolongnu, I was actually a little lustful. This uninvited guest, bringing a nauseating stench just as I was getting aroused, ruined my mood. I was very unhappy. I picked Xiaolongnu up, made her lean against the shower wall, and lifted one of her legs, exposing her virginity.

Xiaolongnu's breathing was a little rapid, her waist swaying slightly, searching for the best angle. Isn't this the instinctual characteristic of all living things? The instinct to reproduce, even a newborn Xiaolongnu is no exception.

I felt my penis pressing against the softest, smoothest part of her body. I kissed her lips and said, "Sweetie, let's do it."

"Hmph!" Chen Yunyi sneered. Rather than ruining my mood, she unintentionally pulled me back from the brink of disaster. I came to my senses—Xiaolongnu wasn't an ordinary person; I couldn't mess with her!

Xiaolongnu was very unhappy with Chen Yunyi's interference. She reluctantly put her legs down, then hugged me again, rubbing her breasts against my body, spreading foam on me: "Mmm... Waaah..."

Chen Yunyi saw my dejected penis, gave a sly smile, turned her back, turned on the tap, scooped up water, and splashed it on her face to sober up.

I ignored her and washed myself and Xiaolongnu's bodies thoroughly. Faced with my indirect concession, the half-drunk Chen Yunyi didn't intend to stop there. With her half-wet, messy hair, she opened the shower door and stepped inside.

The shower room was quite large, more than enough for Xiaolongnu and me to splash around in, but Chen Yunyi squeezed in, making it feel cramped.

Chen Yunyi was disheveled, soaked through by the warm water; this mature, seductive allure was incredibly potent, especially the fiery red bra beneath her white shirt, almost spilling out through the semi-transparent fabric—a strong visual stimulus.

The scent of her body, invigorated by the alcohol and mixed with perfume, quickly filled the enclosed shower room.

Xiaolongnu, somewhat flustered, clung to me and moved to the side.

Chen Yunyi chuckled contentedly, unbuttoning the bottom few buttons of her shirt, twisting her waist and shrugging her shoulders as she pulled it down, showing off her beautiful back to Xiaolongnu: "I'm your fiancée; no one can replace me."

Xiaolongnu tensed up, hugging her even tighter, and grinned at Chen Yunyi as she turned back.

I knew this was her protest against Chen Yunyi, even a warning. To prevent her from taking any potentially violent actions that could escalate the situation beyond repair, I hugged her tightly and kissed her cheek to calm her down.

Chen Yunyi put her hands behind her back, unhooked her bra, and pulled down the straps, showing off her two round breasts. She turned around, her bright red nipples tracing sexy curves. Not content with that, she pulled down her dark blue short skirt, letting the dark glint of her fiery red panties radiate her allure, and beckoned to Xiaolongnu: "Little fox, stand up and let me see what you've got."

Xiaolongnu, probably knowing her figure couldn't compare to Chen Yunyi's, and provoked by this, angrily shouted: "Hmph!" Her left hand shot out like lightning, tearing Chen Yunyi's panties to shreds without leaving a single mark on Chen Yunyi's fair skin, not even a scratch.

Chen Yunyi's face paled, her legs trembling uncontrollably. You see, even without dinosaur-like sharp claws, Xiaolongnu possessed dinosaur-like speed and agility—fast, ruthless, and precise. Even I was astonished, let alone Chen Yunyi, who knew nothing of her abilities.

Knowing the principle of not pursuing a cornered enemy, I wrapped a towel around Xiaolongnu and picked her up.

Is this truly a woman's natural talent? Xiaolongnu seized the opportunity, resting her face against my chest, looking like a sweet, adorable little girl, while not forgetting to glance at the stunned Chen Yunyi.

Back in the room, Xiaolongnu tore off the towel, effortlessly burrowed into bed, pulled up her pillow, stretched, yawned, and was about to fall into a deep sleep.

So far, the charade has gone quite well. My sarcastic remarks, coupled with Little Dragon Girl's well-timed display of force, have driven Chen Yunyi to a dead end. However, she's not one to give up easily. To avoid any unforeseen complications, this charade must continue, and it must become even more realistic and exciting. But I myself must remain clear-headed. This is just a play; teasing Chen Yunyi is fine, but I mustn't let Little Dragon Girl get out of control. Otherwise, who knows what the consequences will be? The ancients said it's hard to dismount a tiger. I think if riding a tiger is difficult, then riding Little Dragon Girl will be even harder. This matter must be handled with utmost care.

Chapter Five: From Fake to Real (Part Two)

Little Dragon Girl, her stomach full, nestled comfortably in the blankets, hugging her pillow, and quickly fell asleep.

I lay beside her, brushing aside the hair covering her eyes, secretly amused. A dinosaur is a dinosaur; once it's full, it sleeps. She's quite cute, but I've heard dinosaurs grow very fast, and she was already this tall at birth. If she eats and drinks without restraint, my house might not be able to accommodate her in just a few days. She might even grow into a giant monster weighing tens, hundreds, or even thousands of tons.

Chen Yunyi finished showering, wrapped a towel around her chest, and ran into my room. As soon as she entered, she ripped off the towel, tossed it aside, and bounced over with her two large breasts.

Afraid of waking the little dragon girl, I didn't protest strongly, just glared at her, said nothing, and hugged the little dragon girl even tighter.

Chen Yunyi obediently crawled into the covers, hugged me from behind, and pressed her large breasts against my back.

I closed my eyes, remaining motionless, thinking, since I don't like her anyway, why bother? As long as she doesn't wake the little dragon girl, I'm happy to enjoy this beautiful mattress. But I never used to eat and shower before going to sleep like that. It's only a little past eight o'clock, how could I possibly be sleepy?

Chen Yunyi knew I wasn't asleep, and her hands started groping me all over, from my throat to my neck, then from my chest to my waist, finally covering my penis: "Husband..."

After showering, Xiaolongnu and I didn't put on any clothes and went straight to bed naked. To let Xiaolongnu sleep comfortably, I tolerated Chen Yunyi's actions after she entered the room; otherwise, I would have yelled at her and kicked her out long ago. But tolerance has its limits. I tolerated her sexual harassment, but those ungrateful words completely enraged me.

I grabbed her hand and flung it aside: "Watch your step!"

Chen Yunyi remained calm and composed, instead placing her hand on my chin, turning my face towards her, and smiling: "You know I'm here?"

I hugged Xiaolongnu, who was still sleeping peacefully, before gently releasing her, and angrily said to Chen Yunyi: "Don't be so stubborn! My patience has its limits! You'd better go to the guest room right now, or I'll kick you out."

Chen Yunyi did something I didn't expect, lifting her leg, straddling me, thrusting her chest out, pulling in her waist, lifting her breasts, then lowering them, stimulating me with their bouncy waves: "Honey, come on... I'm your fiancée..."

I felt my penis pressed against her honey hole, the angle just right, and with a little effort, I could enter her mature and sexy body.

Seeing that I didn't move, she reluctantly brought her mouth close to my ear and said, "I've already gone to such lengths... what more do you want... do you want me to open my legs and let you...?" She paused for a moment before saying, "Let you... penetrate... me...?"

Hearing this, so out of character for her usual dignified image, I felt awkward. I had just decided to put on a show to make Chen Yunyi leave in anger. My intimate moment with Xiaolongnu in the bathroom had indeed infuriated her, and it seemed like the show was almost a success. Little did I know that things weren't as simple as I imagined.

Her reaction in anger wasn't to slam the door and leave, but to get herself completely drunk and, fueled by alcohol, to take advantage of me. First, she tried to seduce me with her clothes on, then she climbed into my bed, and now she was even riding on top of me, begging for sex, intending to have sex with me while drunk. I guess this show is going to fall apart now.

Chen Yunyi's breathing was rapid, her voice trembling with tears: "I... what's wrong with me... why did I have to go looking for someone else... this little vixen... what's better about her than me... tell me! Tell me!"

I knew very well that Chen Yunyi was two years younger than me. The fact that she was a human resources manager at a foreign company at the age of twenty-four was enough to prove she was a successful woman in her career. Not only that, from elementary school to middle school to university, she was always a top student. Plus, she came from a wealthy family; theoretically, she should be a pampered princess. But I didn't know why our parents insisted on tying me to her.

They should know very well that someone like me, who values freedom, would never accept a woman who is strong-willed and constantly nagging and criticizing him. However, my parents, who have always spoiled me, insisted on their decision this time. They even gave her the necklace on my behalf; only an engagement ring was needed for her to become my official fiancée. Because I was unwilling to accept this forced arrangement, I had always adopted an ostrich-like strategy of avoiding Chen Yunyi, and I didn't understand her thoughts at all.

Faced with my repeated silence, Chen Yunyi finally softened her stance and said, "Give me a reason for losing to her, and I'll leave immediately and never look for you again."

Oh! I see! Chen Yunyi had long cultivated a sense of superiority as a victorious general, making her unable to accept defeat. In the past, I ignored her, thinking that this would get rid of her, but it backfired. My pride and avoidance hurt her self-esteem, making her relentlessly pursue me. With Xiaolongnu's unexpected arrival, she assumed I had someone else in my heart, greatly increasing her sense of crisis about defeat. She even abandoned her ladylike image, resorting to excessive drinking, bathing together, and sleeping naked—truly using every means possible, almost reaching the final step…

Thinking of this, I instinctively touched her body. What a mature and sexy body! No wonder it's Chen Yunyi; that plump, voluptuous feel is something Xiaolongnu couldn't compare to.

Chen Yunyi paused for a moment, then placed her hand under her crotch.

I was also stunned for a moment—my penis had gotten hard without me noticing, and she was holding it in her hand, playing with it. The head of my penis felt a gentle warmth…

Chen Yunyi's face was flushed: “Husband, come on…”

My penis passed through a velvety opening—tight, hot, and tempting—my penis, which had aroused me, was as hard as iron and burning hot.

Chen Yunyi gritted her teeth, her body slowly sinking down, taking my penis in little by little, when suddenly she cried out, “Ah! It hurts!”

Little Dragon Girl was startled awake, jumping out of bed and looking around warily.

Chen Yunyi took a breath, clenched her teeth even tighter, and pressed down hard on her buttocks, swallowing the penis completely. She said, "You little vixen...look carefully...I am his fiancée...you want to steal him...not even a chance..."

Undeniably, Chen Yunyi was an outstanding woman. She was beautiful, had a sexy figure, and was elegant in public but wanton at home. She was the perfect combination of a beautiful woman, a noblewoman, and a slut that men dreamed of. Even her private parts were the envy of all other women.

Xiaolongnu was very curious. She was a virgin, inexperienced in matters of the flesh, having never seen, learned, or even thought about sex; only the undercurrents buried deep within her soul remained. For her, the only time she had truly practiced something like this was the near-real-world encounter we had in the bathroom at noon. With her exceptionally high intelligence, she was sure to seize this opportunity to learn the secrets of men and women.

Chen Yunyi was quite satisfied. After completely swallowing my penis, she obliviously wiggled her hips back and forth, the warmth deep within her body stimulating me against my penis: "Little vixen…see…learn something…"

Xiaolongnu, half-understanding, climbed behind Chen Yunyi, leaned down to look at our joined parts, blinked her big eyes, pursed her lips, and was deep in thought.

Chen Yunyi became even more smug, changing her wiggling back and forth movements to up-and-down motions. Every time she raised her buttocks, I felt her burning body slip off my penis, leaving only the very tip, before she suddenly sat down again, swallowing it once more.

Xiaolongnu's eyes lit up. Taking advantage of Chen Yunyi's rising buttocks, she reached out a finger and smeared it on his penis. She then held her filthy finger to her eyes and stuck out her tongue.

I quickly straightened up and grabbed her wrist to stop her: "It's filthy! Don't put it in your mouth."

Xiaolongnu, silenced by my shout, dared not move. Instead, the bright red stain on her finger shocked me. I not only remembered her bloodthirsty instincts but also wondered where the blood came from. Could it be… that Chen Yunyi was still…?

Chen Yunyi was very unhappy that I had distracted her by stopping Xiaolongnu. She said, "Let her go! Do you even care about me? I… I… I gave you my first time willingly…"

No way? Chen Yunyi was still a virgin! A woman like her, a flower among flowers, would have suitors like swarms of bees, yet she was still…

Little Dragon Girl paused for a moment, then struck a pose that was hard to describe as either cute or lewd—sitting on the bed, bending over, lowering her head, spreading her legs, and using two fingers to pry open her…

Chen Yunyi saw me turn to look at Little Dragon Girl, and while blocking my view, she forced my head towards her, accelerating the rise and fall of her body. The surging waves of her chest, combined with the slowly narrowing and heating secret passage, along with her words, all stimulated me, saying, “I… feel so good… This… this is… an orgasm… so good… harder… deeper… harder… I… am almost… ah… um… ah…”

My penis experienced a continuous squeeze, and hot liquid secreted from deep within her body, pouring onto my penis—she had an orgasm.

I was still unsatisfied, aroused by her, how could I let her stop after her orgasm? Without a second thought, I grabbed Chen Yunyi's large buttocks, my erect penis surging with desire, and thrust it deep into her body, pressing against the tender, soft flesh. My penis, having breached her secret passage, launched a fierce attack on her final defense amidst the aftershocks of her orgasm.

Chen Yunyi probably hadn't expected me to take the initiative, and even to launch a counterattack at her weakest moment after her climax. She cried out repeatedly, "Ah...no...I can't take it...it's going to...it's going to pierce through...slower...gentler...I..."

The Great Leader taught us that against a strong opponent, we should adopt guerrilla tactics, as the saying goes, "When the enemy advances, we retreat; when the enemy camps, we harass; when the enemy is exhausted, we attack; when the enemy retreats, we pursue." Chen Yunyi was such an opponent. Before the birth of Little Dragon Girl, I always yielded to her—an unintentional "when the enemy advances, I retreat"; when Chen Yunyi came to my house, encountered Little Dragon Girl, and refused to leave, I teased her using the pretense of Little Dragon Girl—this was "when the enemy camps, I harass"; now that her orgasm had just passed, it was the perfect opportunity for "when the enemy is exhausted, I attack."

Chen Yunyi's newly opened core area was bombarded by me relentlessly, leaving her utterly defeated, her body feeling like it was falling apart, completely at my mercy.

My penis suddenly swelled, and I thrust into her most sensitive spot, thick white semen scattering everywhere.

Chen Yunyi convulsed, absorbing the fluid I gave her without reservation in the midst of overlapping orgasms.

Little Dragon Girl saw Chen Yunyi limp on the bed, and then saw my semi-erect penis. She carefully crawled over, picked up my penis, and examined it closely for a long time, her eyes darting around.

How should I explain this to her? For humans, this matter between men and women, after more than ten years, one could definitely memorize the theory before actual practice. But Little Dragon Girl was only one day old. Even with an intelligence surpassing that of a genius, I couldn't explain it to her, especially since she couldn't understand what I said and couldn't speak herself.

Little Dragon Girl chuckled mischievously, flicking her penis to smear the mixture—my semen, Chen Yunyi's vaginal fluid, and her virgin blood—all over the bed, even getting some on her own face. She wiped her face, smelled her hands, and silently memorized the scent of desire.

I inwardly groaned; the pain from her wild swinging of my penis was indescribable, but what was even more shameful was that she was treating it like a toy. When would I ever teach her to treat this woman's most precious possession with respect?

Chen Yunyi lay on the bed, her chest heaving, panting as she savored the intense battle, and smiled contentedly.

Little Dragon Girl, having had her fill of playing with me, turned back to Chen Yunyi. She spread her left hand across Chen Yunyi's newly deflowered passage, and her right hand across herself, looking at her, then at herself, comparing the two. Seeing a puddle of white fluid under Chen Yunyi's buttocks, Little Dragon Girl leaned in to smell it, then at my penis, baring her teeth, shivering, and jumping away.

Chen Yunyi was tired, and so was I. We quickly got up to change the soiled sheets, went back to bed, held Xiaolongnu in our left arms, and wrapped our arms around Chen Yunyi with our right arms, and fell asleep contentedly.

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