[Urban] Big Breasts and Wide Hips (Complete) - 1-3

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Jiang Lili had been standing before the tombstone for hours. She didn't know why God couldn't bear to see her life so comfortable, why He had to take away all her happiness. What had she done to deserve such punishment?

Tears welled up silently again, sliding down her fair cheeks, lingering on her delicate chin, until they gathered into a large tear before finally falling to the stone slab and shattering into countless droplets.

Just over ten days ago, Jiang Lili was a pampered young lady. She had a housekeeper, traveled in a private car, and had everything done for her. She never had to worry about anything; everyone in her family doted on her. She was the sun in their home, and everyone cherished her. But now, everything was gone. All her loved ones lay in the grave, and no one could give her that unwavering love anymore.

Jiang Lili hugged her father's tombstone, sobbing loudly as she recalled what had happened a little over ten days ago…

“Lili, you really aren't coming with your aunt? I've spoiled you for nothing!”

“Auntie, I know your trip to Hong Kong for the piano competition is a big deal, but she finally made a friend, and we agreed to go to the mountains for a few days. I'll definitely give you a big celebration when you come back. Besides, the whole family is going, even Aunt Zhang and Uncle Liu (Aunt Zhang and Uncle Liu are a couple, childless, and the Jiang family's housekeeper and driver). Count them, wow, more than ten people! One more won't make a difference. Auntie, please let me off the hook!”

“Sigh, I really can't do anything with you. Brother, are you sure you want her to go?”

“She's grown up, and besides, she's going with a tour group, it's not easy for me to manage!”

“You little ingrate, I'll let you off this time!”

“Thank you, Auntie, you're so good to me. I'm going to sleep now, I'm leaving first thing tomorrow morning, you have to do your best!”

Three days later…

"Ah, finally back! I'd better call them right away!"

"Hello, Regent Hotel? I'm looking for Jiang Hongtao, who checked in two days ago... What?!"

Jiang Lili quickly turned on the TV. 'The black box of Flight 5512, which crashed three days ago, has been found. According to preliminary analysis, the crash was caused by a low-pressure system. The families of the victims have begun receiving their compensation payments. Please watch our live report...'

Jiang Lili's mind went blank as she stared blankly at the weeping crowd on the TV screen. 'How could this be? How could this happen? How could this be... Right, I should check with the airline. Maybe they weren't on that flight.' Thinking this, she grabbed her bag, not even turning off the TV, and rushed out of the house. On

the airline's tarmac, Jiang Lili sat on the ground, clutching the dozen or so insurance policies the flight attendant had just handed her.

'My condolences. Why are you telling me to accept my condolences? God, what did I do wrong to deserve this?'

Tears fell once more onto the tombstone as Jiang Lili collapsed onto it, sobbing uncontrollably. "

I have nothing left now! Why did you leave me? Why? What will I do now? Waaah… Waaah…"

Reality was cruel. No sooner had Jiang Hongtao left this world than the bank investigated his company's accounts, discovering that the company's existing funds and goods were insufficient to repay the loans. Jiang Lili watched helplessly as her house was sealed off, her car impounded, her bank cash frozen, and her company auctioned off… Everything vanished in the blink of an eye.

"Father, I'm going to Hong Kong to find Uncle Li. If you know this in the afterlife, please bless me!" Jiang Lili picked up the two suitcases at her feet, containing all her belongings. She glanced once more at the three large red characters "Jiang Hongtao" on the tombstone, then walked towards the cemetery gate, turning back again and again. Tears streamed down her face, falling onto the bluestone slabs. The grass by the roadside rustled in the breeze, as if it too were weeping.

The plane took off with a roar, carrying Jiang Lili, carrying all her sorrow and hope, towards Hong Kong. The people, objects, and buildings below rapidly shrank until they disappeared through the clouds.

Jiang Lili took the coffee from the waitress, slowly sipped it, and turned to look out the window, gazing reluctantly at the hazy earth, as if she could see that cemetery again.

"Dad, Mom, Aunt, Auntie... if you know from beyond the grave, please protect me!" Tears streamed down her pink cheeks again, staining the gray chair cover.

"Ah, finally here! It's changed so much in three years, I almost couldn't find it!" Jiang Lili checked the door number several times, knowing she had found the right place, and made a face at herself, trying to find humor in her misery.

"Ding-dong, ding-dong."

"Coming, coming, who are you looking for?" A woman who looked to be in her forties opened the door, asking curiously upon seeing a stranger.

"Hello, I'm looking for Uncle Li. Is he home?"

"Li? Our family name is Wang, not Li. Are you sure you've come to the right place?"

"No way! I was here three years ago, and I have a house number. How could I be wrong?"

"I don't know. We've lived here for over half a year."

"What about the previous owner? Where did they move to?"

"I don't know. This place was empty when I moved in. You should ask the relevant department!"

Jiang Lili stared blankly as the door closed in front of her, her raised hand never touching the doorbell again. 'Oh God, how could this be? Uncle Li hasn't called for two years, and we didn't even notice, assuming he was too busy. But now that we really need help, where are you, Uncle Li?'

Jiang Lili stood there for a long time before shaking her head and turning away. She had to find a hotel first, put her things away, and then she could easily find him!

Five days passed, and there was still no clue as to Uncle Li's whereabouts. She'd been to the Ministry of Civil Affairs, the Ministry of Justice, and all the other places she could think of, but… but… Jiang Lili had already moved out of the Regent Hotel. The rooms there were just too expensive. She hadn't paid for them before, so she didn't know the prices. This time, she'd only stayed for three days and then checked out… ugh… let's not talk about it.

After several days of depression, Jiang Lili couldn't take it anymore. She left the Ministry of Civil Affairs at five o'clock and went into a nearby bar. She swayed her head to the music and drank incessantly, hoping to numb herself. When she checked her watch again, it was already past one in the morning. She staggered out of the bar, intending to hail a disco to get back to her hotel.

A wave of nausea surged from her stomach. Jiang Lili leaned against the railing and vomited for a while before lifting her head, feeling much more sober. She muttered to herself, "Looks like I drank too much today."

A rough, large hand reached out from behind and covered Jiang Lili's lips. Then she felt several people forcefully drag her into a small alley next to the bar.

The blinding beam of the flashlight shone directly on her face, and Jiang Lili involuntarily closed her eyes. She only heard a deep male voice: "How about it, pretty, right? I noticed her in the bar earlier. I haven't touched such a beautiful girl since I came to Hong Kong. Today, I'm going to have a good time."

Another man, speaking with a thick Cantonese accent, chimed in, saying something about making sure she came five times.

Jiang Lili finally adjusted to the blinding light of the flashlight and slowly realized that she was leaning against a wall, surrounded by five men who were laughing and talking. Remembering similar rape-murder cases she had read in the newspaper, her body trembled violently. She wanted to say something but couldn't utter a word, and tears of fear instantly welled up in her eyes.

"Oh, little beauty, you're crying. Tsk tsk, what a sight! What a sight! Right, tears streaming down your face, so pitiful! Come here, let your brother take care of you." The first man finished speaking and pounced on Jiang Lili, pressing his thick lips against her soft, pink face.

A wet, slippery tongue slid across her cheek, sending chills down Jiang Lili's spine. She shuddered, recovering from the shock, and began to struggle desperately, kicking and punching, shouting, "What are you doing? Help! Help! Indecent assault! Help!"

Her mouth was covered by the man, but her body could still move. Jiang Lili twisted and kicked, her mouth occasionally managing to utter a single word before being covered again.

"You bunch of idiots, what are you standing there for? Come help us!" the man said anxiously to the four men standing behind him.

A man with a slight Henan accent chimed in, "Boss, don't tell me to do it, I can't move."

"You idiots, come help us!" the boss ordered, and the other four pounced on Jiang Lili like wolves, grabbing her struggling limbs, groping and pinching her while uttering extremely filthy language.

Under the gang leader's knife, Jiang Lili's clothes were quickly ripped off, and her mouth was gagged with her own underwear, preventing her from making any noise. The flashlight beam shone over her body, revealing two fresh, luscious grapes on her pink areolas and a tightly closed slit in her dark bush, causing the surrounding men to sigh repeatedly and vow to ejaculate as many times as they could.

The gang leader yelled, unzipped his pants, and pulled out a living thing. Jiang Lili writhed and struggled, unconsciously glancing at what the gang leader had pulled out in the light, feeling both angry and wanting to laugh. Jiang Lili

had a strict upbringing; her father forbade her from associating with boys, and of course, she dared not. She had only seen a man's penis once before, except online, at a water park. She had just been about to go into the water when a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy came out of the water, his swimming trunks loose and not pulled up. As a result, amidst Jiang Lili's screams, his little penis became erect. The penis in front of her was even thinner and shorter than the little boy's. Thinking that her first time had been given to such a tiny thing, she could only laugh and cry at the same time.

"Come on, let your older brother give you some pleasure." The older brother knelt on the ground, slightly lifting Jiang Lili's plump buttocks, aiming his penis at her still-closed vagina, and shamelessly shouted.

"Hey! What are you doing? Don't run!"

Jiang Lili had been sitting in the police station chair for half an hour. Her statement had already been taken, but the older policeman in his forties was still rambling on about how a single young woman shouldn't be wandering the streets so late. The group of pathetic men had all been arrested. Although the rape was unsuccessful, in their nervousness they also confessed to theft and robbery. It seemed they wouldn't be out for several years.

Jiang Lili returned to the hotel after 7 a.m., called the airline to find out there were still tickets available for the 11 a.m. flight, paid the bill, took her luggage, and took a taxi to the airport. She was too tired, and Hong Kong was too unfamiliar. She wanted to go back to where she was, at least there she knew, where her family was, and she hoped they would protect her.

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"Thud!" He Feng sat on a stone bench in the park, throwing the newspaper he was holding to the ground. He was extremely annoyed looking at the red circles on the job posting board, each one now crossed out with a black pen.

"It's all that rotten school, that rotten principal, that rotten head of the student records department, rotten… I curse your ancestors for eighteen generations!"

He Feng was a recent graduate from XXX University, majoring in precision optics. The school assigned him to a glass instrument factory, only to find out that they hadn't paid wages for almost six months. The capable employees had all left, and the less capable ones would frequently cause trouble at the factory. The factory manager and other high-ranking officials had long since disappeared. Of course, he couldn't stay in such a factory. Finally, Sunday arrived, and the newspaper was filled with hundreds of job advertisements across several pages.

On Monday, He Feng went out early, searching through newspapers one by one. He thought that as long as he had a good attitude and low expectations, finding a job wouldn't be a problem. However, from eight in the morning to five in the afternoon, except for a one-hour break at noon, he visited dozens of companies, his legs almost giving out. But he couldn't find a job that matched his major, not even a salesperson or promotional position. The answer was always the same: insufficient work experience.

Looking at the newspaper covered in red and black marks, He Feng sighed deeply again. He bent down to pick it up, and an advertisement for a secretary, without any circles, caught his eye. Looking at the address, it was right next to him.

"Oh well, I'll give it a shot," He Feng said, slapping the newspaper on his hand and hurrying out of the park, heading towards a nearby building.

"Sir, is there anything I can help you with?" the receptionist at the Terli Company asked He Feng gently.

"I'm here to look for a job!"

"Go in from here, the third room on the left is the HR department, go find Ms. Wang."

He Feng walked down the corridor to the left of the receptionist. In the rooms with transparent windows on both sides, men and women were constantly busy, which was truly enviable. He wished he could work here too; compared to those small companies with only one room, this place was so much bigger.

"Excuse me, are you Ms. Wang? I'm here for an interview." The HR manager's office was much smaller than the previous rooms, but it only had one table. Behind the table, a woman in her thirties was on the phone. Seeing He Feng knock and enter, she gestured for him to be quiet with her pen, then pointed to the empty chair in front of the table, indicating that He Feng should sit down.

A long ten minutes passed before Ms. Wang finally hung up the phone, picked up her glasses, put them on, and calmly looked at He Feng.

"I'm here for an interview, these are my materials." He Feng somewhat hurriedly took out his graduation diploma, computer proficiency certificate, English proficiency certificate, etc., from his bag and handed them to the manager with both hands.

Manager Wang glanced down at all the materials. The moment she looked up, He Feng knew he was doomed. He'd seen that look in her eyes countless times today.

"Mr. He, right? Don't you know we're looking for a secretary? You studied precision optics, but you have no experience in this field. I'm sorry, we can't hire you!"

He Feng reluctantly took his materials, apologized to Manager Wang, and stood up to leave.

"Wang Hua, have you found my secretary yet?" A woman's voice came in with the sound of the door opening. He Feng turned and saw a woman in a professional women's uniform standing in the doorway. The gray fabric couldn't hide her beautiful figure; her breasts were high and firm, her large buttocks were prominently displayed, and her waist was very slender. Despite her serious attire and expression, she

exuded a seductive charm. The woman stood still in the doorway, her eyes scanning He Feng with interest.

It was unbearable. He Feng felt like some kind of animal being thoroughly inspected by the buyer. No man would enjoy that feeling.

After a long while, the woman finally withdrew her blatant gaze, looking at He Feng with a flirtatious smile and asking, "Who are you?"

"Ah, Vice Chairman Zhong, he came to apply for the job, but he had no work experience, so I turned him down."

"If everyone were like you and didn't give him a chance, how would he gain work experience? You just graduated and already have experience? Why don't you think more about others?" Vice Chairman Zhong's face changed, and she shouted loudly at Wang Hua. Then she turned to He Feng and said softly, "Leave your materials here, you can start work tomorrow. Your salary as my secretary is one thousand during the probationary period, and one thousand five hundred after three months. Report to the vice chairman's office on the fifteenth floor tomorrow morning. Don't be late at eight-thirty!" After saying this, she gave He Feng a deep look before slowly turning her head, swaying her hips, and leaving.

Honestly, He Feng really didn't want this job anymore. His conscience told him this woman was too dangerous, and it was best not to get close. But then he looked at the newspaper in his hand and the surrounding environment. For the sake of survival, he gave in, left his materials behind, and slowly left the building, lost in thought. When he came to his senses

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he had already walked more than two bus stops. He hurriedly took a bus home. ****************

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Chapter Two

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Yesterday, I called my parents who live far away and was relieved to hear that my grandfather's condition had improved. I was preoccupied with work, sometimes smiling happily as I sat in my bright and clean office, other times frowning and tossing and turning over in thought of that dreadful female boss. I didn't know what time it was by the time I finally fell asleep.

"Hmm... what time is it? Hey! Why didn't you wake me?" He Feng stretched out from under the covers, yawned, then sat up, grabbed the alarm clock from the bedside table, and saw it was already 8:15. He yelled at the clock, then threw the wronged little wretch onto the bed, hurriedly dressed, rushed out to grab a drink, and headed to the company, not even having time to fold the blankets.

"You're fifteen minutes late!" In the vice-chairman's office on the fifteenth floor, Ms. Zhong sat in her brown leather swivel chair behind her black executive desk, stating the facts without a trace of emotion.

"Yes, I'm sorry, I was too excited yesterday and overslept this morning."

"Oh? Is that your excuse?"

"No, no, no, I know I was wrong, please, please give me another chance." He Feng's face flushed crimson. He glanced hastily at his female boss and quickly lowered his head.

'Hehe, he blushes, so innocent! I love it!' Miss Zhong looked at He Feng's lowered head, her eyes gleaming with interest, but her tone remained unchanged as she said, "I'll let it go this time. Next time you make the same mistake, you should know what to do without me saying it!"

"Yes, yes, then I'll go to work!" He Feng turned around hastily, trying to escape the room and get away from this terrifying woman's gaze.

"Wait!"

"Is there anything else?" He Feng reluctantly turned back, his sweaty hands clenching into fists again, his arms trembling involuntarily from the exertion. His head was even lower than before, almost touching his chest.

'He's afraid of me!' This intuition delighted the female boss who was scrutinizing He Feng. Yes, having been bossy since childhood, she craved the feeling of being superior, especially towards those she liked. Knowing that He Feng feared her gave her an indescribable sense of superiority and pleasure. She was the kind of woman who wanted to be dominant, even during sex.

"First, you can call me by my name when no one's around—Zhong Ling; second, your desk is by the wall near the door, you don't need to go out to work; third, what's with this outfit today? Why aren't you wearing a suit? Don't do this again. Put these on right now, the people from Asia Pacific Bank are coming at eleven o'clock, you're not going to see them like this, are you?"

A light gray Pierre Cardin suit, a white shirt, a red tie, and black leather shoes were shoved into He Feng's arms. He stared blankly at the clothes in his hands for a long time before turning to leave.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm going to the restroom to change."

"The restroom? Do you know how much this outfit costs? Can you afford to pay for it if you get it dirty?"

"What, what should I do?"

"There are carpets in the hallway and here, they're cleaner, you can choose!"

He Feng stared blankly at Zhong Ling as if she were a monster. Did this woman know what she was saying? Did she expect a grown man to change clothes in front of her? How could there be such a woman in the world?

"Why are you just staring at me? Hurry up and decide, you've already missed a lot of work."

He Feng clenched his teeth tightly. If he could, he really wanted to leave right now, leave this perverted woman, but he couldn't. Yesterday, he learned on the phone that his grandfather's illness had cost his parents all their savings. He needed money, and he wanted to contribute to his family.

He Feng raised his right hand and pulled on the zipper of his jacket, hesitated slightly, and then slowly unzipped it. Zhong Ling opened the door, hung up a "Do Not Disturb" sign, then turned around and stared intently at He Feng, admiring the striptease she had meticulously prepared.

Underneath his jacket was a black, tight-fitting stretchy vest. The well-defined muscles He Feng had developed during his school years were on full display before Zhong Ling, making her feel parched and her desire rising.

He Feng knew his muscles weren't overly developed, but they were very well-proportioned. He remembered a time when girls would fight over him while swimming in school, but he always dreamed of having only one love and growing old together with his beloved; otherwise, he'd probably have a dozen or twenty girlfriends by now! His best friend always said he was overly romantic.

"Wow! What's this? So eye-catching!" After hesitating for a while, He Feng finally took off his jeans, revealing a pair of yellow underwear with orange stripes. Zhong Ling, behind him, swallowed hard. In Zhong Ling's eyes, He Feng's buttocks were the most shapely and perfect she had ever seen; she almost wanted to pounce on them and bite them.

"Wait, wait!" Just as He Feng picked up his trousers to put them on, Zhong Ling suddenly stopped him.

"Why? What's wrong!?" This situation was so embarrassing that He Feng couldn't help but shout angrily.

"Wearing underwear like this with such thin trousers, plus the yellow and light gray, will definitely make you look bad and impolite. Put this on!"

"You, you..." He Feng looked at the gray underwear in his hand and stared fiercely at Zhong Ling. 'This woman is plotting something. What does this perverted woman want?' The thought of quitting quickly assaulted every cell in her brain, but, but she had just asked her parents not to send her money next month, and now it's so hard to find a job. What should she do?

"Me? What about me? Wow, I didn't expect your pectoral muscles to be so well-developed!" Seeing He Feng from the front made Zhong Ling even more excited. He was more attractive than all her boyfriends, making her even more eager to conquer him. She wished that this man could belong to her alone! A pair of fair and delicate hands couldn't help but cover the slightly raised pectoral muscles through the black tight vest, the index finger teasingly drawing circles.

"What are you doing?! I'm going to call for help if you keep this up!" He Feng slapped away the lecherous hand pressing on his chest and roared angrily at the woman in front of him. This crazy woman dared to harass him in broad daylight at the company, and she was so slender, how dare she harass him? If it weren't for his habit of not hitting girls, she would probably be lying on the side by now!

"Go ahead and call! How do you explain this when my colleagues come in and see this?"

He Feng had never felt such disgust for a woman, and this woman had actually set a trap for him. He didn't know whether he should break his vow and teach her a lesson, but doing so would mean losing his job. What should he do?

"Hehe, your body is still so honest! Look, it's already hard here, is it very swollen? It's okay, I'll help you!" While He Feng was in a daze, Zhong Ling placed her left hand back on his chest muscles, constantly teasing the erogenous zones on his upper body, while her right hand went directly to the bulging crotch and found his penis, rubbing it back and forth.

"Wow! How could this be! Ah! This is really something!" Feeling the thing in her hand getting thicker and harder, Zhong Ling hurriedly pulled down He Feng's underwear and took out the light brown penis. She kept stroking it, and finally, the hot penis even looked like the size of a foreigner's penis in an adult film. Zhong Ling was amazed and her heart was pounding. She stuck out her pink tongue and licked the glans, which looked like a giant genetically modified strawberry.

"What are you doing? Let go... Ah~" Although He Feng was well-endowed, it was his first time experiencing sex, and Zhong Ling's technique was very skilled. Her tongue kept circling the urethral opening, making He Feng feel so good that he almost ejaculated on the spot. He had no strength left to push away the crazy woman!

"How is it? Comfortable, right?" Zhong Ling raised her head, grasped He Feng's penis with her right hand, and gently rubbed the area around the urethral opening with her index finger. Her tongue retreated into her mouth, releasing a faint, sensual scent. Watching He Feng's body tremble slightly, Zhong Ling's eyes shone with excitement, like an ancient prostitute encountering a virgin. From He Feng's reaction, Zhong Ling knew he was still a virgin.

"Ah~ good, good..." Zhong Ling gently scratched at He Feng's urethral opening with her fingernail, causing him to tremble again. If Zhong Ling hadn't consciously stopped and started, he might have already lost control. This feeling was unlike anything she had ever experienced before; it was like an itch from the depths of her heart, leaving He Feng feeling helpless. He knew he should push Zhong Ling away, but he couldn't bear to give up the feeling. He could only lean against the wall and slowly slide to the ground, unable to escape Zhong Ling's teasing.

"What do you mean 'good'? Don't just say half of it! It feels so good, doesn't it!" Zhong Ling's right hand began to move up and down rapidly, her alluring eyes fixed on He Feng's face, observing the changes in his expression.

He Feng felt as if his whole body was on fire, his penis became thick and hard, his glans felt numb and itchy, and the feeling of restlessness was accompanied by a surge of pleasure that intensified!

"Ah~" Zhong Ling knelt down in front of He Feng, brushed her long hair behind her back with her hand, lowered her head, opened her mouth, and took half of He Feng's penis into her mouth, her head moving up and down incessantly. He Feng knew this was called oral sex!

"Ah~" Under Zhong Ling's skilled and experienced oral techniques, He Feng surrendered in less than three minutes. In that instant, he felt everything around him stop, leaving only that unforgettable pleasure. He subconsciously pressed Zhong Ling's head down, pushing his glans deep into her throat, until a tremor ran through him before slowly releasing her.

Zhong Ling tilted her head back and swallowed the semen in her mouth with a "gulp," licking the residue from her lips. Then she bent down to help He Feng clean up. She loved the semen so much, afraid of missing even a drop, as if it were some kind of magic potion.

When Zhong Ling looked up again, He Feng was fully awake. Seeing the blush on her face from excitement, he was astonished that such a woman existed!

"Alright, hurry up and get dressed! It's almost ten o'clock, the Asia-Pacific people will be here soon." Zhong Ling casually walked to the door, turned to look at He Feng, and waited until he was dressed in his suit and had put away his casual clothes before opening the door, taking down the sign, and whispering to He Feng as he walked up beside her, "We didn't have enough time today, let's continue next time!" Then she winked at He Feng and walked out of the office first.

He Feng looked at the woman in the traditional business suit walking ahead, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. He, a grown man, had been molested by this woman! God, what kind of world is this! After a week of grief, Jiang Lili knew she had to pull herself together. Returning to this familiar city hadn't brought her much benefit. Whether it was her friends or her father's friends, everyone was so indifferent. A few even put their arms around her shoulders and said, "How could your uncle not take care of you?" Their expressions were just like the Big Bad Wolf from Little Red Riding Hood!

She truly regretted succumbing to the salesman's persuasion a few days ago and impulsively signing a contract for a house. Only after paying over 200,000 yuan did she realize that the house she bought was still just a foundation; she probably wouldn't be able to move in until next autumn! Fortunately, this real estate company was the largest in the city, so they shouldn't default on the payment.

She glanced again at the few pieces of paper in her hand, then carefully hid them, got dressed, and prepared to leave. She had to find a job. Rent, food, and other miscellaneous expenses were all necessary. She had to work for all of this; otherwise, next month she might be begging for food with that house deed in her hand.

"I'm sorry, miss, you look too delicate. We need a strong cleaner like you."

Jiang Lili had been rejected for what felt like the umpteenth time. She never imagined she'd be in this situation. Her student life had been a complete waste! Skipping classes was her most frequent activity, and her parents were too busy to discipline her. So now, with her high school diploma, she could only apply for jobs like cleaners.

"Miss, miss!" The woman who had just met her rushed over and stopped Jiang Lili before she stepped into the elevator.

"You called me?" Jiang Lili looked uncertainly at the woman, who was panting heavily. She had clearly run very fast. "

I... our boss, Mr. Liu, asked me to ask if you can type. He needs a typist."

"Yes, I can! I can type forty-five words per minute!" Luckily, she enjoyed chatting online, and her typing speed was her best asset.

"Then please come with me!"

Jiang Lili didn't know how she got home. She only knew that she had signed an employment contract and would have a job with a monthly salary of seven hundred yuan starting tomorrow. And it wasn't just being a decorative secretary! She was overjoyed.

The next day, Jiang Lili got up very early, but the company was still locked when she arrived. Unable to find a place to work, she went out for a meal and wandered around the neighborhood until eight o'clock before returning to the company.

"Ms. Jiang, this is Mr. Liu's secretary. She will take you to your workstation!"

"Hello, my name is Jiang Lili, I'm a typist hired by Mr. Liu." Jiang Lili's outstretched right hand received no response. She awkwardly waved it in the air and then withdrew it.

The female secretary led Jiang Lili into the president's office and pointed to the pale yellow computer desk next to the black desk, saying, "This is your desk!"

"This...how come it's in the president's office?" Was she kidding? Wouldn't that mean sitting closer to the president than the secretary? What if he was a lecherous old man?

"What? Did someone tell you that you don't work in the president's office?" The female secretary's attitude was very unfriendly as she led Jiang Lili away.

"Li Ting, come here for a moment!"

"President Liu!" Jiang Lili turned around and saw a woman in her forties, dressed in a black business suit, standing at the door, looking at her with a serious expression. The secretary named Li Ting's face instantly lit up, and she quickly ran over and asked, "President Liu, is there something you need?"

"Who is she?" President Liu looked at Jiang Lili again, a friendly glint in his eyes.

"She's the new typist!"

"Oh!" Just as Jiang Lili relaxed, relieved that she no longer had to worry about being sexually harassed, a flash of contempt crossed President Liu's eyes. He called his secretary aside, whispered something to her, then looked at Jiang Lili again and turned to leave.

The secretary closed the door to the president's office, leaving Jiang Lili alone inside, sitting in her chair, staring blankly at the open computer screen.

At 9:30, the door opened again, and a fat man in his fifties walked in, followed by Li Ting, her face full of obsequiousness, constantly giving him work reports.

"Type this out, I need it urgently!" A handwritten manuscript of about ten pages was handed to the still-dazed Jiang Lili. She hurriedly pulled out the keyboard, opened Word, switched to the Wubi input method, and diligently typed the contents of the draft paper into the computer, word by word. The secretary finished her instructions and left.

The man hung up the phone, his eyes lecherously fixed on Jiang Lili, who was engrossed in typing. He noticed her habitually tossing her hair, releasing a faint, sweet fragrance. Her ample breasts and rounded buttocks were incredibly alluring. He shifted to one side, covering Jiang Lili's mouth with his left hand and wrapping his right arm around her waist. With a sudden movement, he pulled her off the chair, pulling her tightly into his embrace. His large mouth shoved into her neck and cheeks, making disgusting "uh-huh, uh-huh" sounds.

"Ugh, ugh," Jiang Lili struggled, trying to free herself from the hands covering her mouth and right breast. Waves of nausea made her want to vomit, but her mouth was covered, preventing her from speaking.

"Ring ring~ Ring ring~" A rapid telephone ringing sounded. The man stretched out his large right hand, answered the phone, and impatiently called out, "Hello, who is it!"

"Oh! It's you. No, nothing, okay, okay, I'll be right there!" The man hung up the phone, kissed Jiang Lili hard on the neck, then released his hand from hers, laughing loudly as he walked out of the office.

Jiang Lili sat on the floor, biting her lip tightly, tears streaming from her blankly staring eyes, dripping onto the red carpet. She sat there, her mind blank! For a long, long time, she sat there, frozen in place!

Chapter Three

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These two chapters were delayed until now due to frequent business trips. Although I was anxious, there was nothing I could do. Some readers felt the last chapter wasn't enough, so I wrote 21k words before posting this one. I'll probably maintain this format in the future, posting two chapters at a time, one about the male protagonist and one about the female protagonist. I hope everyone enjoys it.

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"Miss, you say someone molested you, what evidence do you have?" Hearing that a woman had come to report that Mr. Li from Longwei Group had molested her, the police station chief hurriedly invited Jiang Lili into his office.

"No?" Jiang Lili shook her head, looking at the overweight, middle-aged chief in front of her, wondering why such a small case had caused such a stir. "

Then, Miss? Let me arrange for you to have a medical check-up first!"

"I'm perfectly healthy! Why do I need a check-up?"

"Miss, weren't you raped? It's best to have a check-up to see if there are any injuries. This is for your own good!" For some reason, the chief's smiling face appeared extremely menacing in Jiang Lili's eyes.

"I wasn't raped!"

"Miss, this is a police station, we're very busy, please don't cause trouble here!" The chief's lips instantly curved from a downward curve to an upward curve, his face contorted with rage as he stared at Jiang Lili.

"But...but I was assaulted!" Jiang Lili swallowed hard, looking at the police chief's terrifying face, and continued to argue, her voice slightly stammering.

"We're all about evidence here. If you have witnesses or physical evidence, we can continue our investigation. If not, then please leave! Otherwise, we'll have to charge you with obstructing official business!" The police chief said, walking to the door, opening the wooden door, and looking at Jiang Lili with a stern face.

"But, Chief..." Jiang Lili hesitated at the door, turned to face the chief, but seeing that he had turned away, she had no choice but to leave the chief's office.

Once outside, Jiang Lili leaned weakly against a pillar. 'Why? Why did this happen?' She didn't know how many times she had asked herself this question!

"Director Liu? Ah! It's me. I've dealt with that woman. Yes, please tell Director Liu to rest assured! I'm absolutely reliable. Hmm, hmm, good, good, that's all, goodbye!" The obsequious voice of the police chief could be heard intermittently from the room. Jiang Lili vaguely knew that the woman he mentioned was her. She wanted to push the door open and confront him, but after hesitating for a long time, she finally bit her lip and helplessly turned to walk out of the police station.

"Hey, hey, hey! Did you hear? A woman came to sue the president of Longwei Group!"

"You just found out?"

"That woman really asked for trouble. She didn't even bother to find out about President Liu's background."

"Huh! What background?"

"See, you're so ignorant! The powerful figures in the underworld all call him Liu the Blackie. His relatives are involved in both the underworld and the legitimate world, all powerful figures. Take his older brother, for example! He's our Director Liu. Do you think he could be sued?"

"Heh! That woman probably doesn't have a brain!" "Exactly!

Look at her figure, it's top-notch! Don't people say big breasts mean no brains?"

"Hahahaha..."

In the office, men and women were talking loudly and unrestrainedly. Amidst the laughter, Jiang Lili covered her face, quickened her pace, and rushed out of the police station.

The clock on the wall struck nine times. Jiang Lili sat on the floor with her back against the wall, her head buried between her legs. She'd been like this ever since she came back, for over four hours now, the entire room completely dark.

"Squeak—" For some reason, the door opened, then the light came on. Jiang Lili looked up, her eyes half-closed, red and swollen from crying. Before she could even see what was happening, a fat figure rushed up to her and slapped her across the face. Jiang Lili collapsed to the ground.

"You bitch, you dare report me! Damn it, you slut!"

"Ouch—" Only after being kicked and rolling on the ground did Jiang Lili realize that standing beside her was Mr. Liu, whom she'd met that morning. He shouted and cursed, then kicked her in the stomach again.

"Ouch—it hurts—ouch—" Having eaten nothing all day, Jiang Lili's consciousness grew increasingly faint under the continuous attacks. She could only desperately curl into a ball, but she couldn't withstand the foot in the black leather shoe. Finally, she succumbed and passed out.

"Playing dead? I'll teach you to play dead! I'll teach you to sue me!" Mr. Liu kicked her for a while longer before finally stopping, panting. He waved towards the door, and four burly men in black suits entered. They lifted the limp Jiang Lili from the floor, then he glanced around, casually grabbed the property deed and briefcase from the nearby table, and led the men out the door.

"Mr. Liu, please take care!" the landlady said obsequiously to Mr. Liu in a strange, high-pitched voice, carefully observing the every move of this incredibly wealthy and powerful CEO.

After watching the burly men shove Jiang Lili into his black Cadillac, Mr. Liu turned to Mrs. Landlord and said, "Have your son take up the position of lobby manager at the Tenglong Hotel tomorrow!" He then got into the car, slipping one hand under Jiang Lili's t-shirt collar to push aside her bra and gently knead her full left breast. He waved his other hand forward, signaling the driver to start the car.

"Thank you, Mr. Liu, please take care!" Mrs. Landlord bowed and waved frantically at the three luxury cars as they slowly drove away, until they were out of sight. Then she rushed home to report the good news, thinking happily to herself, 'My son is going to work at Longwei Group tomorrow, and he'll be a manager tomorrow!' "

"Hmm~ Jiang Lili felt pain all over her body, and at the same time, she felt herself being held tightly in someone's arms. Something wet and slippery was intermittently wriggling on her chest. She twisted her body uncomfortably, hoping to escape, but was held even tighter.

"Ugh~ What are you doing? Let me go!" After another struggle, Jiang Lili woke up to find herself naked. She saw the fat man holding her licking her breasts with his tongue. Ignoring the pain, she struggled desperately.

"Slap, slap!" Mr. Liu's large, fat hand slammed into Jiang Lili's bruised, white thigh. The rapidly reddening skin brought a sharp pain as the already injured area was attacked again, causing Jiang Lili to cry out in pain.

"Don't hit me! I'll do anything you want!" Years of pampered life had instilled in Jiang Lili a spoiled attitude, but not a strong character. Faced with a ruthless character like Liu Heizi, she could only surrender to avoid further physical harm.

"Hmph, you bitch, you actually dared to sue me! I'll let it go this time, I won't hold it against you anymore. From now on, as long as you listen to me, you'll have a good life, otherwise I'll make you work as a prostitute!"

"No, you can't do this to me, I'll resign, okay?"

"Resign? You signed a contract! Look at it yourself!" Liu Yi sucked and licked Jiang Lili's pink nipple, and when he heard Jiang Lili say she wanted to resign, he bit her nipple hard, causing Jiang Lili to cry out repeatedly, tears streaming down her face, before letting go. He looked at the obvious teeth marks on her pale red areola, then licked his lips and casually picked up a photocopy of a piece of paper covered in writing and handed it to Jiang Lili.

"No, I didn't sign this!" Looking at the photocopy of the contract in her hand, the contents clearly stated that Party A (the company) had the right to require Party B (Jiang Lili) to perform any work, and that Party B could not resign under any pretext during her term of employment; otherwise, she would have to compensate Party A 500,000 RMB. The term was 15 years, and so on. Jiang Lili excitedly shouted, tearing the photocopy to shreds.

"So excited, huh? Finished reading? There's another dozen over there!" Liu Yi pointed to the white photocopy paper on the table beside him, then casually picked up a few more sheets and handed them to Jiang Lili.

"I didn't sign it! I don't want to see it!" Jiang Lili tore the document in her hand in half with a "ripping" sound without even looking at it.

"Baby, look carefully before you tear it. This house isn't cheap!" Liu Yi said, then lowered his head and continued to suckle Jiang Lili's nipple, sucking vigorously like a baby nursing, making a "slurping" sound.

"Ah~ How could this be, ah~" Jiang Lili looked at the property deed torn in two in her hand. Her only property was destroyed just like that. She sighed helplessly in her heart, while letting out soft moans from the turmoil in her body.

"Hehe! Baby, you have nothing left, why don't you come with me, live here with me, go to work with me, wouldn't that be more comfortable!"

"No, no! How could you do this, no!" Hearing Liu Yi's words, Jiang Lili began to twist violently again. Her smooth back rubbed against Liu Yi's high, protruding beer belly, her full breasts changed shape constantly in his rough hands, and her nipples, which were being sucked, rubbed back and forth against Liu Yi's thick lips, making him sigh with pleasure, almost ejaculating.

Jiang Lili finally broke free from Liu Yi's embrace, grabbed the clothes next to her to cover her most private parts, and ran out.

"Ah~" Jiang Lili opened the door, but was stopped by the man in black outside. Liu Yi had already walked over, grabbed Jiang Lili's hair, and pulled her back inside. The door closed silently again.

"You slut, you think you can get away with this? Damn it, you try to run, you try to run!" Liu Yi grabbed Jiang Lili's hair, pulled her down onto the bed, and sat on her back, slapping her plump buttocks like raindrops!

"Ah~ I won't do it again, ah~ ah~ please forgive me~ I'll do anything you want~ ah~ don't hit me~ ah~" Jiang Lili kept screaming, her buttocks turning bright red and slowly swelling.

"Hmph! Even if you don't obey!" Liu Yi wiped the sweat from his brow, then looked at Jiang Lili, who was now lying motionless, her once snow-white buttocks now shining red, much fuller than before! Liu Yi smiled with satisfaction, pulling Jiang Lili back into his arms. He vigorously kneaded her slightly reddened breasts, his tongue licking her erect nipples.

"Hmph, ah~ ah~" Jiang Lili dared not struggle anymore, only wriggling gently in Liu Yi's arms, letting out sweet moans that further aroused his desire.

"Hmm~ not bad, much better behaved. Let me tell you, if you don't behave, I'll sell you to Japan! I'll show you something good." Liu Yi casually picked up the remote control and turned on the television and DVD player.

Chapter Four:

He Feng irritably flipped through the day's newspaper, searching for a suitable job. A week of working as a secretary had become unbearable.

"I need to find a new job quickly, or that crazy woman will eat me alive sooner or later. Marketing, um, only women? What?! Engineer? Electromechanical! Massage therapist? Ugh, how can that be? Why don't they require someone with precision optics skills? Women! Women! Three years of experience! Five years of experience! So annoying! So annoying! Screw you!" He Feng flipped through the two thin job postings for a long time, finally unable to resist crumpling them into a ball and throwing them away. He then leaned back on the sofa, tilted his head back, and sighed deeply.

"Ring ring, ring ring!" A phone call woke He Feng, who had fallen asleep sometime earlier. He rubbed his eyes, got up unsteadily, and went to answer the phone.

"Hello? Mom~ Hmm~ How's Grandpa? Ah~ He needs surgery again? Oh~ I sent you my salary~ Of course~ Hmm~ I'm fine~ How are you and Dad~ I know~ I know~ I'm all grown up now, what's wrong with me at home alone~ Don't worry~ Hmm~ Work is okay~ Don't worry, don't worry~ Okay, take care of yourselves~ Okay~ Bye." He Feng put down the phone, feeling a heavy weight in his heart. Grandpa was going to have surgery again, which was undoubtedly another test for the family's finances. He couldn't be without work now; a thousand yuan was too important to him.

Looking up at the clock on the wall, it was already past eight o'clock in the evening. Thinking about going to work again tomorrow, He Feng began to feel restless again. "Never mind, let's play CS and kill some people!"

"Internet cafe manager! Internet cafe manager!" The score of 10:32 reignited He Feng's already irritable anger. Facing so many cheaters, He Feng, who wasn't badly skilled, was repeatedly headshot, his throat dry from being killed so many times. His anger was burning, and he suddenly stood up, shouting for the internet cafe manager, hoping to relieve his rage before he suffered internal injuries.

"Sir, is there anything I can help you with?" A sweet voice rang in his ear, instantly extinguishing He Feng's anger. He looked in the direction of the voice, then his body trembled slightly as he stared at the girl in front of him, stunned.

The girl looked to be only a little over twenty years old, with shoulder-length black hair, a lovely smile on her rosy face, two small dimples between her lips, a thin, downturned mouth, and a pair of large, blinking eyes that kept looking at He Feng.

The girl wasn't actually very pretty, especially her figure; she was so thin you could clearly see her shoulder blades. But she captivated He Feng's entire attention with her sweet voice, her charming dimples, her alluring smile, and her clear eyes. For the first time, He Feng felt a jolt in his heart; everything around him blurred, leaving only the girl before him.

"Sir, sir? What can I do for you, sir?"

After being asked several times, He Feng finally snapped out of his daze, his face flushing red. He lowered his head and said softly and woodenly, "Could I have a bottle of Red Fanta, please?" Then he pulled out his wallet, grabbed a random bill, and handed it over.

"Sir, don't you have change? Give me some change, please."

"Oh, yes, sorry, here you go!" He Feng's face grew even redder. He hurriedly put away the hundred-yuan bill and took out three one-yuan notes, handing them to the girl.

He Feng's performance worsened in the following days, suffering repeated deaths and failing to secure a single kill. He eventually quit the game, opened a movie, and glanced at it sporadically, his eyes constantly following the girl.

Around 10 PM, the girl finished work and logged off, going home in a daze. He went to sleep without even taking off his clothes, his mind filled with thoughts of her.

For several days, He Feng went to that internet cafe after work, always calling the manager when the girl was closest to him, just to hear her voice and see her face.

On Friday afternoon, a group of customers who were supposed to arrive at 10 AM didn't arrive until 4 PM. He Feng harbored resentment towards them, firstly because they had taken up his time to see his beloved, and secondly because they hadn't arrived in the morning, and he had been teased by Zhong Ling. He was helpless against the uncontrollable reactions of men. He Feng quietly told himself, "Oral sex isn't sexual intercourse. I'm still a good man; I won't betray her." At the same time, the sweet smile of the girl in the internet cafe flashed through his mind.

The sudden rain at 8 PM caught many people off guard, including He Feng. When he left the building at 9:10 PM, he couldn't even hail a taxi. Looking at his watch—9:20 PM—and then at the large crowd waiting for a ride, he regretted not agreeing to let Zhong Ling take him. Another 25 minutes passed, and still no taxi. Thinking that his beloved would be getting off work soon, He Feng gritted his teeth and rushed out of the building into the rain.

At 10:05 PM, He Feng finally reached the street corner where the internet cafe was located. He leaned against a wall that offered some shelter from the rain, panting heavily. Looking at his watch, he knew he was going to be late. His jeans were soaked through, and he knew he'd better hurry home. He felt dizzy as he propped himself up. Touching his forehead, He Feng realized he might be sick. Luckily, his home was right next to the internet cafe. He leaned against the wall and struggled to walk home.

"No! Help!" Just as He Feng passed through a narrow alley, a familiar voice came from inside. He reflexively turned his head and saw his beloved girl surrounded by three boys who looked like thugs, around fifteen or sixteen years old. One of them held a small folding fruit knife, another was desperately holding the girl's twisting waist, and the third was groping her crotch with his hand while covering her mouth.

"What are you doing! Ah~" He Feng screamed and rushed over like a madman.

Seeing someone coming, the boys panicked, and the one with the knife waved it around, shouting for He Feng not to come any closer. The knife tore He Feng's sleeve, and blood dripped to the ground. The pain made He Feng even more dizzy, and he collapsed to the ground after only a few steps.

"No, no, I didn't kill anyone, I didn't kill anyone!" the boy shouted, throwing the knife to the ground and running away in a panic, followed by his two companions. Hearing them run away, He Feng felt a wave of relief, and then he passed out.

The chirping of birds woke He Feng. He squinted and looked around. 'This isn't my home,' He Feng thought, the image of the beautiful woman pleading for help yesterday flashing through his mind, instantly waking him up.

He Feng surveyed his surroundings; it was a pitifully small house, probably twice the size of his balcony. Besides the makeshift bed he was sleeping on, the only other thing he could see was a table and chairs. He Feng turned his head again and saw a girl's bare back. Her shoulder-length hair excited him. He tremblingly raised his hand, but quickly withdrew it after touching the girl's smooth skin.

"Mmm~" the girl murmured, scratching the thigh where she had just been touched. She turned over, pursed her lips, and began to breathe evenly.

He Feng tried hard not to look at her rising and falling breasts, keeping his eyes fixed on the girl's face—a face he could see even in his dreams, radiating a peaceful smile, like an angel described in the Bible.

He Feng couldn't resist gently touching the girl's lips with his own, then quickly turned his head away, his heart overflowing with guilt. He felt like a demon violating an angel, yet he couldn't help but look back, couldn't resist touching

her lips again. Each kiss was longer and deeper than the last, until finally He Feng held the girl tightly, unwilling to leave. "Ugh, ugh," the girl slowly woke up, feeling a man kissing her, and began to writhe. She only stopped when she saw it was He Feng.

The girl's lips and teeth slowly parted under the teasing touch of He Feng's tongue, their two smooth tongues instantly intertwining. Neither wanted to pull away first. He Feng and the girl's awkward kiss stirred their most primal desires, a fire burning in their chests, shaking their will. The tempting apple of Eden kept enticing them, making them want to abandon everything to pluck and taste it.

"Uh... huff... huff..." Neither of them knew how long they had been kissing, only panting to relieve the feeling of suffocation.

"My name is He Feng. What's yours, my beautiful princess?" He Feng looked down at the girl leaning against his chest, gently kissed her hair, and asked her name in a deep voice.

"Li Yaying!" The girl rested her head on He Feng's chest, softly and slowly uttering three words, her breath sweet and fragrant against He Feng's sensitive chest, making his whole body tense.

"Yaying, I know this is abrupt, but I've liked you from the moment I saw you. Do you understand?" He Feng gently wrapped his arms around Li Yaying's slender waist with slightly trembling hands, looked up at the ceiling, took a deep breath, and then lowered his

head to confess to her. "Mmm~" Li Yaying simply nodded slightly.

"Then, then do you like me?" He Feng hesitated for a long time before finally mustering the courage to ask the question in a trembling voice. 'Don't say no, don't say no!' he shouted in his heart, not wanting to be rejected.

"Mmm~" Li Yaying nodded slightly again.

"Really?" He Feng excitedly lifted her head with his right hand. Seeing her face flushed crimson, her eyes darted back and forth, too shy to meet his gaze.

"Say it again, do you really like me?" He Feng stared nervously at her face, afraid it was just his imagination.

"Yes, I like you!" This time, Li Yaying didn't run away. She stared directly at He Feng's handsome, resolute face with her large, bright eyes, giving him a clear and affirmative answer.

"Hooray!" He Feng shouted excitedly, tightly embracing Li Yaying, and lowered his head to kiss her alluring, crimson lips.

Unlike the last time, this kiss was wild and passionate. The two rolled and twisted on the bed, rubbing their bodies against each other. Sexual desire grew stronger within them. He Feng finally couldn't hold back any longer. He threw off the blanket covering them, looked at his erect penis, then at the lush forest between Li Yaying's legs, took a deep breath, and gently asked Li Yaying, "Can I have it?"

Li Yaying simply nodded slightly, then turned her blushing face away, too embarrassed to look at He Feng again.

With trembling hands, He Feng gently parted Li Yaying's legs, gazing at the pink sanctuary within the dark forest. He swallowed hard, then gently touched it with his right hand. Li Yaying trembled, letting out a soft moan.

He Feng glanced at his fingers, noticing a slight trace of clear fluid, then guided his penis to Li Yaying's beautiful pink opening and slowly inserted it.

"Ah~ it hurts~" Jiang Lili cried out, tilting her head back, a crystal-clear tear welling up from the corner of her half-closed eye.

"I'm sorry!" He Feng stopped thrusting, remaining motionless, only slightly lowering his head to lick away the tear from Li Yaying's eye with the tip of his tongue, apologizing to her with deep remorse.

"Feng, it's okay, continue!" Li Yaying gave He Feng a reassuring smile, urging him to continue.

Intermittently, He Feng's penis slowly penetrated Li Yaying's vagina, finally touching something soft. He Feng suddenly realized that it was the hymen, which he had learned about in sex education class. Seeing Li Yaying's slightly furrowed brows, He Feng couldn't bear to cause her more pain. No matter how she comforted herself, he simply stopped moving.

"Ah~" Li Yaying was deeply moved by He Feng's gentleness. She understood his concerns and suddenly lifted her buttocks, allowing He Feng's thick, hard penis to penetrate deeply into her tight, narrow vagina.

"Yaying, I'm so sorry to have troubled you." He Feng licked away the tears from the corners of Li Yaying's eyes again, looking gratefully at her slightly contorted face.

"Feng, it's okay, you can continue! The hardest part is over." Li Yaying forced a smile for He Feng, then raised her head and kissed his lips.

"Ah! Ying, I love you!" Passion burned, and their feelings deepened. He Feng thrust gently, whispering vows of eternal love in Li Ya Ying's ear as he kissed her lips, her face, her neck, her breasts—everything about her captivated him.

"Feng, I love you too, hurry, ah~ good~ hurry!" A strange pleasure slowly welled up within her, tinged with initial pain. Li Ya Ying abandoned her reserve, naturally writhing her body in response to He Feng.

He Feng's pace quickened, and suddenly he felt a surge of heat rush to his glans. His past experiences with Zhong Ling told him he was about to ejaculate. So, He Feng stopped.

"Don't stop, ah~ hurry~ don't stop~ hurry~ give it to me~" Li Ya Ying writhed in distress, moaning loudly, urging He Feng to continue.

He Feng gently licked Li Ya Ying's nipple with his tongue, watching her bite her finger, writhing restlessly.

"Ah~ Feng~ Keep going~ Ah~ Faster~ Ah~ Good~ Ah~" Li Yaying's writhing became more and more intense. He Feng felt he had rested enough before resuming his thrusting.

"Ah~ Good~ Ah~ So comfortable~ Ah~ Good~ Ah~ No~ Ah~ Why did you stop~ stop again?" When He Feng stopped for the third time, Li Yaying was panting heavily, her juices flowing freely. He Feng looked at her flushed face, her half-closed, alluring eyes, her small mouth opening and closing as she breathed heavily, her chest heaving violently, and her not-so-full breasts with a pair of rosy nipples, the engorged and sensitive nipples constantly rubbing against He Feng's palms. Her writhing body made He Feng feel another wave of tingling as his penis was tightly wrapped by Li Yaying's layered vagina.

He quickly took a deep breath and desperately tried to hold back. "Feng, ah~ Hurry up~" Li Yaying writhed, becoming increasingly impatient under He Feng's teasing, her skin beginning to flush slightly.

"Okay, baby." He Feng felt he had rested enough, so he kissed Li Yaying and began to thrust more forcefully.

"Hmm~ Hmm~ Good~ Ah~ Good~ Ah~ So good~ Ah~ Ah~ Ah~~~~" Li Yaying kept moaning, her buttocks moving up and down slightly in sync with He Feng. This time, it didn't take long for He Feng to feel her body tense up. Her vagina seemed to have a suction force, gripping his big cock tightly and pulling it in. Then, a stream of hot liquid poured onto his glans. He Feng trembled and could no longer hold back. He shouted, hugged Li Yaying tightly, and thrust his cock in as far as he could, ejaculating deep inside her.

The afterglow of their climax left them both with their eyes closed, savoring the experience. Exhaustion accompanied them. He Feng withdrew his penis from Li Yaying's vagina, then gently kissed her, his hands slowly kneading her lovely breasts. Li Yaying began to breathe evenly. Looking at the sleeping angel in his arms, he softly whispered, "I love you!" and then fell asleep himself. February 25th,
Chapter 5

: Liu Peng: Liu Heizi's elder brother, the director of the Municipal Public Security Bureau. On the surface, he appears upright, but secretly he is greedy and protective of his own, serving as a shield for his two brothers.

Liu Yu: Liu Heizi's younger brother, the founder of the Black Tiger Gang, later retired behind the scenes. A typical villain, ruthless, and vindictive. The next two weeks were a nightmare for Jiang Lili. Forced by Liu Yi's threats and the fake contract, she had no choice but to move into Liu's villa, commuting to and from work in the same car as her boss every day.

Some people despised her, some envied her, but she knew she was actually worse off than a prostitute. Her salary, plus the allowance Liu Yi secretly gave her, was at most two or three thousand yuan, yet she had to serve him every moment of the day. Whenever he had free time, Liu Yi would make her take off her top and perform a breast dance for him. When he couldn't hold back any longer, he would make her clamp his penis between her breasts, and he would ejaculate in a few strokes. Afterwards, he wouldn't let her get up; she would often have to clamp his penis between her breasts for several hours at a time. I remember the first day I rode in Liu Yi's car to work. In the car, Liu Yi ordered me to hold his still-soft penis, which he'd just ejaculated that morning, between my legs. We didn't get dressed until we arrived at the company. When we got to the office, Jiang Lili watched Liu Yi hand documents to his secretary to type and couldn't help but ask, "Isn't this what a typist is supposed to do?" "Hehe!" After giving instructions and waiting for the secretary to leave, Liu Yi walked up behind Jiang Lili and chuckled maliciously. Then he leaned over her back, turned on his computer, opened Word, and typed two large characters in red font—"Milk Cannon." He then sat back in his boss's chair, pointed to the wide legroom under his desk, and looked at Jiang Lili smugly, saying, "Come here, this is your workspace." "Ouch, ouch!" Jiang Lili's face flushed red when she saw the two large red characters. She hadn't heard what Liu Yi said at all, and only came to her senses when her ear was grabbed. Liu Yi grabbed Jiang Lili's ear, forcing her into a cubicle and clamping her legs between his. He then released her, saying, "From now on, you'll work like this. No making a sound. Clamp them together and gently rub them. If you don't obey, see what I'll do to you." He unzipped his pants, pulled out his shrunken penis, and waited for Jiang Lili to clamp it between her breasts before starting his workday. Whenever Liu Yi had free time, he would have Jiang Lili give him a handjob, even taking her with him on business trips, not even wasting a short time on the road. So, over two weeks, she spent at least 15 hours a day clamping his penis between her breasts. In addition, Liu Yi added trace amounts of aphrodisiacs and estrogen to Jiang Lili's food daily and constantly forced her to watch adult programs received via satellite. Although Jiang Lili was still a virgin, she became accustomed to various sexual games, and her breasts grew a size larger with the constant rubbing. Her F-cup breasts, barely covered by a piece of clothing, swayed alluringly. "Hmm~ My technique is getting better and better!" Liu Yi stopped working, gently touched the beauty's hair between his legs with his right hand, leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and hummed comfortably through his nose.

After two weeks, Jiang Lili had become even more afraid of Liu Yi, and she had changed a lot. She began to actively learn everything she saw on TV, and every day she would do something she had never done before—masturbate. When she was giving Liu Yi a blowjob, she became more and more professional and absorbed, occasionally imitating what she saw on TV, licking the dark red glans of his penis when it was exposed in her cleavage, making Liu Yi tremble with pleasure. He became more and more gentle with her, and stopped hitting or scolding her.

"Knock, knock!" After two knocks on the door, a tall, thin man walked in and then closed the door behind him.

"Big brother, what brings you here? Ah~~, wait, wait for me." Liu Yi called out, tilting his head back, and ejaculated. He shook his penis a couple of times, wiped it clean on Jiang Lili's large breasts, and then quickly zipped up his pants, stood up, and invited his older brother Liu Peng to sit down on the sofa next to him.

"You do this in the office too! I can't stand you."

"Hehe, bro, what's up?"

"Nothing much, it's my third brother's birthday the day after tomorrow, and his buddies are going to celebrate with him, so I was thinking the three of us get together tomorrow to celebrate. I just happened to be passing by and thought I'd ask for your opinion."

"Of course, no problem! Tomorrow afternoon at Tenglong Hotel, Deluxe Room Number One, I'll arrange everything."

"Great! That's settled then! By the way, how's that girl who was messing with you a while ago doing?"

"Hehe, she's fine now, you'll see her tomorrow."

"Yeah! Oh, it's getting late, I'll let my third brother know. You can arrange the hotel."

Liu Peng turned and left, and Liu Yi sat back down in his boss's chair, continuing to have Jiang Lili give him a blowjob while getting back to work.

The next afternoon, Liu Yi left the office with Jiang Lili before four o'clock. They first went to a beauty salon to get their hair done, then went to a store and finally found a black, tight-fitting long dress that perfectly accentuated Jiang Lili's voluptuous figure. Seeing a young man in his twenties standing there drooling, Liu Yi laughed happily, paid the bill, and led Jiang Lili out of the department store. They got into his luxury car and headed to Tenglong for the birthday party.

Liu Yi opened the door to the number one VIP room and led Jiang Lili inside. The two men who were talking inside looked over at the same time, their eyes widening in amazement when they saw Jiang Lili.

"Big brother, third brother! You arrived early?"

"No, just arrived. Is this the girl?" The tall, thin Liu Peng spoke first, his eyes fixed on Jiang Lili.

"Second brother, your tastes haven't changed! You've finally found another slut with such big boobs." The third brother, Liu Yu, had the most standard physique of the three Liu brothers. Unlike his eldest brother, who was thin, or his second brother, who was fat, he was well-proportioned and muscular. Although he was almost fifty, he was still full of energy, and every move he made exuded a strong sense of江湖 (jianghu, the world of martial arts and chivalry).

"Of course it's her! Hehe, third brother, second brother spends all his time in the business world, but he can't compare to you. Speaking of tastes, don't you have yours too? Why aren't you into that anymore?"

"Hehe, why not? I just wonder if eldest brother has any special tastes now?"

"How could I be like you two?" The eldest brother, Liu Peng, looked at his two younger brothers with a stern face.

"Alright, alright. Don't bring out your office act. Today is to celebrate third brother's birthday. Come on, let's drink two bottles first." Liu Yi walked to the sofa, sat down next to his eldest brother, poured himself a glass of red wine, and the three brothers clinked glasses and downed their drinks in one gulp.

"You slut, what are you standing there for? Dance for us!" Liu Yi shouted at Jiang Lili, who was standing there in a daze. Then, he picked up the remote control and, with a few practiced movements, the slow, lyrical song on the speakers instantly transformed into a dance song that Jiang Lili was familiar with—"Butterfly."

Although facing two strangers, Jiang Lili saw the fierce expression on Liu Yi's face and hurriedly, as usual, twisted her body and slowly took off her clothes, a sheepish smile on her face.

Seeing Liu Yi clap his hand at her, Jiang Lili quickly threw the tight dress she had just taken off to him, then leaned back slightly and vigorously twisted her waist to the music. Her two large, snow-white breasts swayed rhythmically back and forth, her pink nipples and areolas drawing circles in the air.

The beautiful woman in front of him, wearing only bright red lace open-crotch lingerie, swayed her hips to the music, occasionally turning around to swing her large, white buttocks in the air before turning back, spreading her legs, slowly lowering her shoulders, and finally placing her hands on the ground, arching her back rhythmically up and down. At the crotch of her lingerie, a pink slit was tightly closed in the lush black forest, revealing a pink chrysanthemum below, completely unobstructed; even the movement of each petal was clearly visible.

Liu Yu swallowed hard and turned to Liu Yi, asking, "Second Brother, is this girl still a virgin?"

"Of course! Not only has her back been untouched, but she's only recently touched her own front a few days ago. It's still very fresh!"

"Knock, knock," two waitresses knocked on the door, and after receiving Liu Yi's permission, pushed in a three-tiered cake.

"Who told you to stop? Are you itching for a beating? Come here!" Jiang Lili saw someone come in and hurriedly retreated to the corner, covering her most private parts with her hands. She squatted on the ground with her head down. Hearing Liu Yi's angry roar, she could only shake her head, stand up, and wriggle over as Liu Yi usually instructed.

"Take off your underwear, lie down here, and spread your thighs apart with both hands, hurry up!"

"Slap!" A red handprint was left on her buttocks, which hadn't been hit in a long time. Jiang Lili dared not delay any longer. She sighed helplessly and, following the rules set by Liu Yi, slowly took off her bright red open-crotch underwear while swaying her waist to the music. She handed it to Liu Yi with both hands, then lay down on the empty coffee table, bent her legs towards her chest, and had Liu Yi put a thick cushion under her buttocks before opening her legs to the sides and holding them with both hands.

On the coffee-colored coffee table, a snow-white body was forced to arch its back high, its thighs spread wide, exposing the woman's most intimate parts without reservation. Jiang Lili squinted, two blushes rising on her cheeks from embarrassment, her vermilion lips opening and closing rapidly, her large breasts undulating slightly with her rapid breathing.

The two waiters seemed to have seen this scene many times before; instead of being ashamed, they greedily stared at the beautiful naked woman trembling slightly on the coffee table, only beginning their work after Liu Yi nodded in approval.

One waiter held Jiang Lili's head and fed her a pink drink, while the other sprayed liquid on her breasts, labia, and anus. Then, the two waiters used wooden spoons to scoop up fresh cream from the cake and smear it all over Jiang Lili's body, until every visible part except her feet and head was covered with a thick layer. After inserting colorful birthday candles and lighting them, they bowed to Liu Yi and turned to leave.

"Third brother, isn't the cake your second brother prepared for you nice?" Liu Yi smiled as he looked at Jiang Lili on the coffee table. He pressed a button on the remote control, and the fast-paced music from the speakers changed to a children's birthday song.

"Hehe, thank you, second brother, it's really good."

"Second brother, you're the most creative! What are you waiting for, third brother? Make a wish and blow out the candles!" The eldest brother, Liu Peng, patted Liu Yu's thigh, watched him make a wish, blow out the candles, and said "Let's begin!" before

bending down to lick Jiang Lili's crotch. The candles stuck haphazardly on Jiang Lili's body were removed one by one, and three rough tongues kept licking the white cream. Her sweet breathing became more and more rapid, and the blush on her pretty face continued to widen. The snow-white flesh on the coffee table writhed more and more under the external stimulation, until finally the three Liu brothers could keep licking the cream with just their tongues.

After the cream was licked off, Jiang Lili's face was flushed. Her eyes were closed, her body trembled slightly, and she twisted violently. A strange pleasure kept stimulating her, and she groaned anxiously, not knowing what to do.

"Big brother, you go first!"

"Hey, third brother, you're the birthday boy today, you should go first."

"Big brother, you know my tastes. Once you're in position, how can I not go?"

"Alright then! I'll go first." Liu Peng patted his two younger brothers' shoulders, stood up, quickly stripped off his clothes, walked to the coffee table, put his hands on Jiang Lili's legs, and pulled her buttocks against the edge of the coffee table before stopping. He touched her and found that her vagina was already quite wet. He smiled at his two younger brothers, then aimed his penis at the half-open slit, and with a sudden thrust, he inserted his entire penis into Jiang Lili's narrow vagina in one go.

"Ah~ it hurts~" Jiang Lili's arched body tensed instantly, the pain causing her vagina to contract, which made Liu Peng's eyes roll back in pleasure, almost causing him to ejaculate immediately.

"Ah~ so good~" Liu Peng glanced at his two younger brothers, his penis slowly withdrawing, the traces of blood on it stimulating the three brothers' desires. They led Jiang Lili into the adjacent suite.

Inside the suite, a set of low cabinets surrounded a king-size bed, complete with a television, stereo, and projector.

"Big brother, you lie on the bed, let her be on top of you, so I can have her!"

"Hehe, okay!" Liu Peng smiled knowingly at Liu Yu, then lay flat on the bed, holding his engorged penis, the medium-sized shaft still bearing traces of bright red blood.

Jiang Lili, in Liu Yu's arms, had flushed cheeks, her eyes were languid, and she kept twisting her body with rapid breathing.

"Wow! Why is she so wet?" Liu Yu reached between Jiang Lili's legs and touched her, finding her unexpectedly wet. He looked at Liu Yi in surprise.

"Hehe, it's nothing, all thanks to these two treasures." Liu Yi said, taking two small glass bottles from his pocket and waving them proudly in front of Liu Yu. "One of these bottles is a slow-acting aphrodisiac for internal use, the main ingredient being a type of golden sea dragon from Mexico. The effect is slow to take effect, but it gets stronger over time. The other bottle is a spray made from the semen produced by a viper during mating. Just a little bit diluted and sprayed on the skin will increase skin sensitivity. I bought these two bottles for 20,000 US dollars, you can't just buy them at any adult store."

"Aren't you two annoying?! Hurry up!" Liu Peng, lying naked on the bed, listened to his two brothers' incessant discussion about the aphrodisiac and shouted impatiently.

"Ah~" Jiang Lili was helped onto the bed by Liu Yu and Liu Yi. She sat down with her vagina facing the erect penis, immediately feeling a fullness in her vagina. Her heart pounded, and she began to moan and writhe.

"Ah~ Good~ Ah~ So comfortable~ Ah~ Good~" Under the influence of the aphrodisiac, Jiang Lili overcame her initial discomfort, lying flat on top of Liu Peng, spontaneously rocking back and forth, helping the penis in her vagina to thrust in and out.

"Ya~ Oh~ Good~ Ah~" Liu Yu took a small jar from his pocket, opened the lid, scooped out a large amount of green paste with his finger, smeared it on his penis, stroked it up and down a couple of times, then scooped out another piece, pressed one hand against Jiang Lili's snow-white buttocks, and smeared the paste on her pink anus.

Jiang Lili felt a cool sensation on her anus, then a finger was forcefully inserted inside.

Thanks to the green ointment, Liu Yu easily inserted his index finger into Jiang Lili's anus. He twisted it in and out for a while, feeling that the lubrication was good enough, before pulling out his finger and forcefully inserting his already erect penis against her anus.

"It hurts~ Ah~ Stop, stop~ It hurts~" Despite the ample lubrication beforehand and the fact that Liu Yu's penis wasn't very large, Jiang Lili still felt a tearing pain. She writhed uncomfortably, but when the pain intensified, she stopped, frowning and moaning as she lay on top of Liu Peng, too afraid to move.

"Ah~ So good~ Second Brother, you really got a good one this time! Hmm, the sphincter is thick and tight, it feels so good." Liu Yu struggled to insert his entire penis into Jiang Lili's anus, enjoying the pleasurable sensation while turning to look at Liu Yi.

"Ah~ it hurts~ it hurts~ ah~ good~ ah~ it hurts~ ah~ good~ good~~" As Liu Yu slowly began to thrust, Liu Peng beneath Jiang Lili also began his in-and-out movements. The pain in her anus and the tingling sensation in her vagina were mixed together, causing her to cry out in pain one moment and in pleasure the next. Eventually, her anus gradually adapted, leaving only an unprecedented pleasure.

Liu Yi did not join in. He sat down on a chair by the bed, holding a digital video camera. Through the LCD screen, he watched a snow-white body sandwiched between two brownish-yellow bodies, three large buttocks rising and falling, twisting and turning, driving two penises to thrust in and out of two pink holes.

"Ah~ good~" Liu Peng's body trembled, unable to control himself, and he ejaculated.

"Ah~ good~" Jiang Lili was doused with hot semen, and her vagina instinctively contracted, along with her sphincter muscles. Liu Yu shouted and also ejaculated inside Jiang Lili's anus.

"Big brother, third brother. I didn't expect you two weren't much better than me!"

"Sigh~ What can you do when you get old!"

"Second brother, is this really enjoyable? Why don't you go for it?"

"I've been with her for over ten hours every day! I'll skip it today." Liu Yi put down the camera in his hand, took out a thick and a thin thing from the cabinet next to him, and inserted it into Jiang Lili's vagina and anus. He turned it on, watched Jiang Lili writhing and moaning on the bed, and said to her, "You enjoy it by yourself!" Then he called his eldest brother and third brother to go out for drinks, food, and chat.

Chapter Six

In the blink of an eye, it was Saturday morning again. The past five days had been the happiest days for He Feng. Zhong Ling went to Japan with her father, the chairman of the Teli Group, to discuss business early Monday morning, while his secretary stayed in China because she didn't have a passport. Li Yaying had been with him ever since that day, and later simply quit her job, checked out of her apartment, and moved into his house. His harassing female boss was out of the country, and his favorite woman was by his side.

He Feng felt that all the happiness of the past twenty-odd years combined couldn't compare to even a fraction of what he'd experienced this past week. He Feng glanced at Li Yaying lying beside him and smiled happily. He remembered last Saturday, when he and Li Yaying woke up after four in the afternoon, both of them starving. They found a small restaurant nearby, ordered a few dishes, and treated themselves.

"How did I end up in your house?" He Feng asked, only after Li Yaying had almost finished eating.

"I...how should I know! You sneaked in yourself." Li Yaying's face flushed red, and she lowered her head, unable to look at He Feng again.

After repeated questioning, He Feng finally understood what had happened. After he fainted, Li Yaying quickly helped him up, but no matter how hard she tried to wake him, he wouldn't wake up. She touched his forehead and found it was alarmingly hot. Luckily, she saw an empty taxi and quickly flagged it down. Since she couldn't wake He Feng and didn't have much money, she had no choice but to take him home.

When Li Yaying finally managed to get He Feng inside, he was already talking incoherently. She quickly and shamelessly helped him take off his clothes, dried him off, and laid him down. Only then did Li Yaying dry herself and change her clothes. Looking back, she saw He Feng shivering uncontrollably, his teeth chattering. After hesitating for a long time, Li Yaying finally took off her clothes and cuddled He Feng to keep him warm. That's why He Feng woke up the next day naked next to Li Yaying.

"Hmm~" Li Yaying hummed, turned to face He Feng, and interrupted his reverie.

He Feng gently kissed Li Yaying's forehead, then looked at her furrowed brows and fell into deep thought. Everything seemed so beautiful, except for two things that weighed on his mind: his grandfather's illness and Li Yaying's strange behavior. For the first

two days, she was always shy and hesitant during sex, often requiring He Feng to beg her for a long time before she would agree. But on Wednesday, Li Yaying suddenly came to see He Feng, telling him she had quit her job and returned her apartment. She moved into his house and became much more open, constantly clinging to He Feng, wanting to have sex with him whenever she saw him, and racking her brains to try different methods and positions.

He Feng found this strange, but Li Yaying asked him, "Don't you like it?" He Feng was speechless. However, as time went on, He Feng noticed that Li Yaying would occasionally furrow her brow, her face showing pain, but she would quickly recover. Although Li Yaying always appeared happy in front of him, He Feng had a vague sense of unease.

"Darling, you're awake?" Li Yaying woke up to find He Feng staring blankly at the ceiling. She propped herself up slightly and kissed him on the lips.

"Oh, you're awake. Get up and wash up. It's Saturday today. I'll take you somewhere a little further away for a nice meal." He Feng gave Li Yaying a gentle smile and prepared to get up.

"I don't want to!" Li Yaying wrapped her arms and legs tightly around He Feng, looking just like an octopus clinging to a jar.

"Don't be silly, be good, get up, let's go eat."

"No, aren't you already rock hard? Let's do it once." Li Yaying grabbed He Feng's erect penis under the covers, stroked it a few times, then pulled back the foreskin, exposing the glans. Li Yaying gently rubbed the sensitive skin of He Feng's glans with her thumb, seeing him tremble slightly, she smiled happily and pounced on He Feng, passionately kissing him.

As the saying goes, "When the top forms the character '吕' (Lü), the bottom becomes rampant."

With Li Yaying's actions, He Feng could no longer control himself. He flipped her over, pinning her beneath him, teasing her tongue with his own, then capturing it with his lips. He licked and sucked vigorously, occasionally retracting his teeth like an eighty-year-old man chewing with only his lips, causing Li Yaying's face to flush red, saliva dripping from her tongue and mouth, soaking a large patch of the sheets.

"Ah~ huff, huff, Yaying, I really love you so much," He Feng whispered, sitting up, panting heavily as he confessed his love to Li Yaying.

"I love you too! Feng, I want to give you everything I have."

"Ah~~ I love you!" He Feng looked excitedly at Li Yaying's blushing face, kissed her forehead, then sat back on his lap, his tongue licking her cute pink nipples.

"Ah~ I love you too~ Feng~ Mm~ Harder~ Good~ Ah~ So good~~" Li Yaying twisted her body, her eyes glistening with excited tears, constantly moaning loudly.

"Yaying, do you want it?" He Feng asked softly, controlling his own desire as he rubbed Li Yaying's round and firm breasts.

"Give it to me, quick, Feng, give it to me!" Li Yaying twisted her body violently, shouting loudly, waiting for her beloved to baptize her with his big cock.

"Okay~ Here you go!" He Feng skillfully found Li Yaying's already flooded secret hole, and with a thrust of his waist, his entire cock entered the familiar vagina.

"Ah~ Good~ Feng~ Faster~ Harder~ Good~ Ah~ Give it to me~ Ah~~" Li Yaying twisted her buttocks wildly, moaning loudly with He Feng's thrusts, her breasts constantly changing shape in He Feng's hands, while her hands were on He Feng's shoulders, pulling He Feng closer to her.

"Ah~" He Feng continued thrusting forcefully, suddenly feeling Li Yaying's vagina tighten. Before he could even feel the pleasure, a sharp pain shot through his shoulder, suppressing all the sensation.

"Ah~ huff, huff," Li Yaying reached her climax, breathing heavily. She looked at the red marks on He Feng's shoulder, the marks she had left during her orgasm, which looked quite stimulating.

"Darling, you didn't ejaculate! You're getting better and better." Li Yaying got up, looking at He Feng's still erect penis, happily licking away the remaining fluid, and then kissed him.

"You have the nerve to say that! You scratched me so hard! Look, my skin is all broken."

"That's proof of my love for you! It means you belong only to me. Okay, don't be angry, I'll play something new with you today to make up for it."

"What kind of crazy idea is this? What's new?"

"Come with me, I'll give you everything I have!" Li Yaying said, pulling He Feng up and heading to the bathroom together.

"Here, take this, um, come on!" Li Yaying handed He Feng a large syringe, filled a basin with warm water, and, holding onto the washbasin, stuck her buttocks high in the air, facing He Feng.

"What are you doing?" He Feng asked Li Yaying, puzzled, looking at the syringe in his hand.

"An enema!"

"What?" He Feng's hand trembled in surprise, almost dropping the syringe on the ground.

"I, I, oh dear! I've decided to give you everything, including my anus! If you want anal sex, you need to prepare first. The internet says an enema is the best way." Li Yaying hesitated for a long time before finally blurting out these words.

"But, anal sex hurts a lot!"

"Hurry up! Some people online say it's very pleasurable! Don't worry about it, it's me who's going to hurt." Seeing that He Feng only said he was worried about her pain and didn't say he disliked it, Li Yaying quickly urged him to give her an enema.

He Feng was actually quite curious about enemas and anal sex. Seeing Li Yaying's reaction, he didn't refuse anymore. He filled a syringe with water, sprayed some water onto her pink anus, and inserted it after it was moistened.

"Ah~ What a strange feeling~ Ah~ Ah~ Wait~ Ah~ Wait~ Take it out~" Li Yaying felt He Feng slowly pouring the water from the syringe into her intestines. A feeling of pressure gradually intensified. Before the syringe was even finished, she couldn't hold back any longer and yelled for He Feng to pull out the syringe. She hurriedly sat on the toilet next to her. After a series of splashing sounds, she felt a wave of comfort and sighed deeply. Looking up at He Feng staring at her with a strange look, Li Yaying blushed and quickly lowered her head.

After three enemas, Li Yaying was panting heavily, probably almost done. She quickly pulled He Feng back to the bedroom, took a small white bottle labeled "personal lubricant" from the wardrobe drawer, squeezed some out and applied it to her anus, then inserted a finger, feeling a strange pleasure; her breathing became even more rapid.

"How does it feel?" He Feng asked curiously, seeing Li Yaying's face growing increasingly red and her breathing heavier.

"It's...it's okay," Li Yaying stammered, her eyes closed. After applying some more lubricant, Li Yaying felt her anus was completely lubricated before turning around. Too embarrassed to look at He Feng, she squeezed a lot of lubricant onto his erect penis and began masturbating with her right hand.

"Ah~so good~Yaying, who taught you this?!" He Feng was surprised by Li Yaying's performance; after all, just a week ago she was an innocent girl who knew nothing about sex. How could she have changed so quickly?

"Online! Okay, okay! Feng, come on!" Li Yaying applied plenty of lubricant to He Feng's penis, glanced at him, then quickly lowered her head, climbed to the middle of the bed, and raised her buttocks high, calling out to He Feng in a trembling voice.

He Feng also got onto the bed, kneeling behind Li Yaying, stroking her gently trembling, snow-white buttocks. Knowing that Li Yaying was also very nervous, he said, "Yaying, I know you're thinking of me all this, but anal sex really hurts. I'm afraid you won't be able to handle it, so let's stop!"

"I know, you must think I'm too dirty somewhere!"

"No! I'm just afraid you can't handle it!"

"If not, then hurry up! Otherwise, I'll never talk to you again." Although Li Yaying was also a little scared, she decided that no matter what, she would give everything to the man she loved without reservation.

"Hmm~" He Feng had no choice but to use his thick penis to slowly and forcefully insert it into Li Yaying's tightly closed anus. Despite having made ample preparations beforehand, He Feng's penis was just too thick. Only the glans was inserted when Li Yaying already felt unbearable pain. She frowned, bit her lip tightly, and let out a heavy groan.

"Hurry up, continue, it's okay." He Feng dared not use any more force and quickly stopped. Although Li Yaying felt a lot of pain, she had made up her mind. While urging He Feng, she gritted her teeth and leaned back, helping the big penis to ravage her anus.

"Mmm~ Ah~ Mmm~" With their combined efforts, the thick penis was already halfway inserted, and the poor anus was completely stretched open, with not a single wrinkle visible. He Feng looked at Li Yaying's trembling body, covered in sweat, and couldn't bear it any longer, so he stopped.

"Ah~ Ah~" Li Yaying knew that He Feng was worried about her, so she loosened her tightly bitten lips, cried out, and thrust backward, swallowing He Feng's thick penis completely. Unable to bear the pain, she cried out again.

"Darling, I'm so sorry to have troubled you." He Feng looked apologetic, kissed Li Yaying's dark hair, and stopped moving, gently massaging her swollen anus with his fingers.

"No, it's okay, Feng, hurry, hurry up, let's start!" Li Yaying tried to control her voice, urging He Feng to start quickly.

"Ah~ya~faster~faster~ah~it's okay~faster~okay~mmm~" He Feng began to slowly thrust his penis in and out. Li Yaying's swollen, red anus was pushed out and pushed back in with the penis. At first, it really hurt, but slowly it became a mix of pain and numbness. Then the pain gradually decreased, and a new sensation slowly emerged. This urgent feeling brought pleasure, which slowly intensified.

"Mmm~Yaying, good~you're so tight there, it feels so good."

"Feng, faster~harder~mmm~okay~faster~" The pleasure became more and more intense, and Li Yaying also moved her buttocks, cooperating with the penis in her anus. Her whole body swayed back and forth, and the speed, force, and amplitude of the penis thrusting in and out increased.

"Mmm~okay~" After a series of rapid thrusts, He Feng could no longer hold back. He thrust his penis in hard, deeply inserting it into Li Yaying's intestines, and his body trembled as he ejaculated.

"Ah~~ Ya Ying, this feels so good! Ya Ying? Ya Ying, what's wrong?! Don't scare me! Ya Ying!" He Feng sighed comfortably, climbed off Li Ya Ying, and saw her lying face down on the bed, motionless for a while. He quickly turned her over. Li Ya Ying's eyes were tightly closed, her brows were furrowed, and her face showed a pained expression. He Feng quickly patted her face and pinched her philtrum. After a long while, Li Ya Ying finally woke up.

"Feng, what's wrong?"

"You scared me to death! Don't come here again next time. Look how much pain you're in."

"What? I fainted from pleasure!"

"Really? But you look like you're in a lot of pain!"

"It's true! I'm hungry, let's go out to eat!"

Li Ya Ying pulled He Feng out of bed and went into the bathroom. After carefully observing Li Yaying for a long time, He Feng finally felt relieved. He put his arm around her slender waist and went out to eat, chatting and laughing. However, a strange worry intensified deep in his heart, as if something was about to happen between him and Li Yaying.

Dark Night Enchantress

(1)

I remember when I was in college, I wanted to earn some money to buy a new computer, so I went out to work during the summer vacation. Because I wanted to earn more money, I decided to work as a hostess in a hotel. Not only could I get tips, but I could also see pretty hotel girls. The work wasn't tiring, which was the so-called "slacking off and washing pants at the same time, with food and pay."

However, this kind of life was not normal. I had to work from 8 pm to 3 am every day. At first, I wasn't used to it.

I remember the first time I went to work, I arrived at the hotel at about 7:30 am. I was busy sweeping the floor and wiping the tables. I had to greet everyone I met very warmly. At that time, there wasn't a single hostess in the hotel. It wasn't until after 8 pm that they came in in twos and threes.

Don't be fooled by the glamorous image of the hotel girls. Most of them arrive at the establishment dressed quite normally, only sneaking off to the restroom to change clothes and apply makeup on empty seats just before their shift starts.

While each girl's makeup technique is different, their exaggerated expressions—frowning, smirking as they apply lipstick, and wildly applying foundation—all look essentially the same.

On my first day, a girl stopped me and politely asked me to buy pantyhose at the convenience store. I gave her 100 yuan, and when I returned, she waved me away, telling me not to give her change. This was the first tip I ever received.

Another "boy" kindly taught me some tips for making a living. Don't think being a "boy" is easy; earning more tips requires considerable skill.

First, the girls are the most powerful. Shouldn't the customers be the most powerful? Wrong! The girls are the most powerful! Why? Because you need girls who can charm customers to keep them coming back. Without girls, there are no customers, and without customers, there are no tips. So, our livelihood depends on the girls, not the customers.

Therefore, the young masters must be very careful to cultivate good relationships with each of the girls. Not only can they not accept tips when running errands, but they also have to introduce girls to unfamiliar customers. This way, the girls will frequently try to sweet-talk the customers into giving tips to the young masters. When the girls are in a bad mood, the young masters must cheer them up; when they are hungry, they must buy them food; when they have drunk too much, they must buy them hangover remedies; when they have heavy bags, they must help them carry their luggage; when they are menstruating, they

must buy them painkillers. Some young masters even provide better service, acting as free male prostitutes when needed. So, some naive customers who think that getting a young master's introduction will get them better girls are completely wrong. The young masters will only introduce girls who can earn them tips; their looks and figures are none of their concern.

Furthermore, they must be able to recognize their customers. They must remember customers' surnames like Zhang, Li, and Wang. The next time they see them, a simple "Hello, Mr. Zhang!" might earn them a hundred or two in tips. And since you've already "met" them, when you bring them drinks, food, or towels, they'll often offer you a drink. Don't doubt it, you'll get a tip for every drink you have. An

even more cunning tactic is to pay special attention to the neglected guests. People come to hotels to have fun, so if some guests are being ignored by their companions, you should refill their drinks and cheer them up. If they're in a good mood, their tips might be five or one thousand instead of one or two hundred.

After receiving a rough pre-job training, you officially start working.

At first, it's alright, just serving drinks, food, and towels, with only a few guests. But around eleven or twelve at night, when the guests are seven or eight-tenths drunk, the real show begins.

One of the most common scenarios is that guests will grope the girls; this is very common. It's when you encounter these kinds of guests that you see the girls' true nature.

Some of these girls are quite daring. After receiving a tip of one or two thousand yuan from a customer, they'll personally guide the customer's hand inside their clothing. When we bring in towels and side dishes, we might inadvertently see their clothes pulled up to their necks, their medium-sized breasts swaying in mid-air. These girls usually receive quite a bit of tip, and of course, they can't be too unattractive either, otherwise, customers wouldn't be willing to pay a tip to touch them.

Another type of girl is the "tantalizing" type. You pay a thousand yuan, and she'll only let you touch her through a two- or three-centimeter-thick magic bra outside her clothes. Some of these magic bras even have water or silicone filling the lining, so only someone with special abilities from mainland China could possibly touch them.

The more the customer touches, the more it itches, so they have to pay even more to let their hand slip inside the sleeve. So, if your fingers are long enough, you can barely touch the edge of her breasts—anything goes, as much as you can. Want to touch more? Just throw some more money at it, and touching her upper body can easily cost five or ten thousand.

The methods may differ, but the girls' money-making skills are all incredibly impressive. Over the summer, I saw so many shows that I practically remembered which girl had which mole on which breast.

Touching the upper body is considered polite; sometimes, I'd even see customers putting their hands under the girls' skirts as soon as I entered a private room. Honestly, watching is more fortunate than touching. After drinking too much beer, and then reaching under someone's skirt to grope them, you might need to use the restroom. And if the girls have some strange illness, touching one and then touching your own side while using the restroom might make you sick too.

We, the onlookers, though, find it quite enjoyable and aren't afraid of getting any strange illnesses. Some of the more daring girls not only let customers put their hands under their panties but also make strange moaning sounds to enhance the experience.

Around one or two in the morning, the girls are taken out, some drunk and others still drunk. After the customers have groped them, some are negotiating prices, while others are completely passed out. I, on the other hand, am frequently grabbed by customers to offer toasts and am also a bit tipsy.

When I got home, I was busy counting the tips and found I had 1800 yuan. It seems that besides the new computer, after a summer of work, I can even buy a new motorcycle.

<2>

After working for a few days, I'm quite adept at the job. After getting to know the girls well, I always end up with a few particularly good ones. When new customers came, I would introduce them to the girls, and they would help me earn tips. Of all the girls, Amy left the deepest impression on me.

She seemed to be the youngest here, only fourteen years old, I heard. But with makeup on, she looked like she was twenty. She got drunk very easily, and when she was drunk, she would say anything. Then I would see her running to our young master's rest area, pointing and gossiping about who she had slept with. It was at this point that I realized the problem of underage prostitutes was really not ordinary.

After seeing so many customers groping her, I stopped getting nosebleeds and started recognizing some of the customers and their usual girlfriends. After running errands for the girls so often, I even knew which girl wanted which brand of stockings, which girl wanted which brand of sanitary napkins, and which girl wanted to eat at which chicken leg rice restaurant. We young masters usually went to work on time, the only time we had the chance to work overtime was when we took drunk girls home. Since I usually finished work around 3 AM, it was too dangerous to let the girls go home in taxis after they got drunk, so we had to take some of them home.

At that time, I lived in Tamsui, so whether the girls lived on Zhongshan North Road, Chengde Road, Shilin, Shipai, or anywhere else, if they got drunk, I had to take them home.

Taking drunk girls home on a motorcycle was terrifying. If they were just a little drunk, it was okay, but if they were really drunk, I had to worry about them falling off the motorcycle. I also had to worry about the street vendors who liked to stop and inspect motorcycles carrying strange women, and every time I got caught, I had to explain for ages. Usually, after I took the girls home, they were mostly able to open the door themselves, so I didn't have to worry about them much. The next day when I went to work, the girls I had taken would be especially polite to me, trying their best to get tips from my customers, so I actually quite liked taking them home.

It wasn't until one time, when a girl nicknamed Xiaohong was completely drunk, that I truly understood how terrifying it was to ride with an intoxicated prostitute.

I was giving her a ride as usual, but she was so drunk that she kept asking me to stop so she could vomit on the side of the road. That wouldn't have been so bad, but then, in a moment of inattention, she vomited right on my clothes. The smell of alcohol, the smell of vomit, and the sticky mess on my clothes was absolutely disgusting. And to make matters worse, I had to take her back before I could sneak back to my dorm to shower.

The ride was a whirlwind of stumbling and falling; her intoxication made it even harder to ride. When we got to her place, she was too weak to open the door, collapsing to the floor. I had to help her from the first floor to the fourth, open the door, and let her in—I was exhausted.

Xiaohong lived in a very nice apartment, the kind specifically designed for rent, beautifully decorated. It was about 20 square meters, yet only one person lived there. Clearly, these prostitutes had a decent income; they could afford such a place for one person.

When I got to her house, the first thing I did without a word was find the bathroom to wipe off what she'd vomited on me. It was so uncomfortable having that sticky vomit residue on me.

A little while later, Xiao Hong suddenly ran in. She was completely naked, running hot water to take a shower. Perhaps she was too drunk to notice anyone in there. I was incredibly embarrassed, standing in the bathroom, unsure what to do. On one hand, I wanted to get home quickly, but on the other hand, I was also horribly curious to see a naked woman.

Aside from seeing naked women in pornographic films and books, this was the first time I'd seen a woman completely unclothed, so I couldn't help but want to get a closer look.

"Little Sam, you…you…what…what are you doing here?" "

You vomited on me, I need to clean it up." "

Ah...ah...that...that...I'm so...so sorry...let me see...it stinks...it stinks so bad..."

"That's why I need to clean it..."

"Take it off, take it off...I'll wash it for you..."

"No need..." "

I told you to take it off, but you didn't...you're not giving me any face..."

Arguing with a drunk person will only cause more trouble, so I hurriedly took off my shirt and gave it to her.

"Then...I'll wait in the living room..."

"Go...go away..."

With my upper body bare, I couldn't ride my bike back, so I had to watch TV in the living room. The problem was, after watching TV for a long time, I still hadn't seen her come out. If I didn't leave soon, I'd be stuck on the road.

Partly because I was a little lustful, and partly because I was a little worried, I slipped back to the bathroom. There was Xiao Hong, fast asleep in the bathtub, her body covered in soap suds. My poor clothes were lying unceremoniously on the floor.

This was troublesome; everyone knew I had driven Xiao Hong home. She's lying in the bathtub now, and if she wakes up the next day, she'll most likely catch a cold, especially since she's covered in soap suds.

So, I decided to "kindly" help her take a bath...

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So I picked up a towel and started washing her very carefully. Xiao Hong isn't a top-tier beauty, but she has a curvaceous figure, which is very attractive to someone like me who has never been with a woman before.

Her skin is very white and smooth, and her neck and below are covered by soapy water, so it's not very clear. I gently whispered "hello" a few times in her ear, but there was no reaction.

So I carefully put my hand in the water and secretly touched her breast. At this moment, my heart was beating very fast, and I felt a little breathless.

I looked at her, and she still didn't react, so I took a deep breath and honestly cupped her breast with my whole hand. I felt that her breasts were really soft and comfortable, and my whole palm couldn't fit them; it would probably take two hands to hold them. After gently touching them for a while, I felt her nipples harden little by little in my palm.

This was so much fun! Little Red had her eyes closed; I wondered if she was really unconscious. I pulled her up a little, so her upper body was off the water. Her snow-white breasts leaped out of the water, so beautiful! The only downside was that they were covered in bubbles, making them a little hard to see.

So I drained the bathtub, turned on the hot water, and quickly rinsed her off with the showerhead. I grabbed a towel to dry her off and helped her back to bed.

She had scattered her soiled clothes all over the floor, covered in vomit residue, which smelled awful. So I quickly took them to the laundry basket in the bathroom, my heart pounding in my chest. My face was hot, and beads of sweat rolled down my forehead.

I glanced at my watch; it was past five. I really should go home early, but I couldn't bear to leave such a beautiful woman untouched. Just a glimpse would be enough, I thought absentmindedly.

Back on the bed, she was still lying there, snoring softly; she must be asleep. She was lying on her side, her long legs crossed, incredibly sexy. I tried to pull her shoulders to straighten her onto her back, and her full, round breasts suddenly appeared before my eyes, like a vanilla ice cream with a red strawberry on top.

I couldn't resist bringing my lips close to hers, gently biting the little strawberry, feeling it harden little by little in my mouth. I was terrified she'd suddenly wake up, so I had to check on her every now and then. But she was completely unconscious, no wonder I became increasingly bold. In the end, I not only cupped her in my hands but also sucked on it greedily, fantasizing about making love to her.

I finally couldn't resist reaching my hand down to her crotch; it was wet and slippery, almost soaking the sheets. Do women get wet when they're asleep? I wasn't really sure. Maybe it was too slippery; one finger accidentally slipped inside.

I felt my finger being completely enveloped by something warm and slippery. I explored it carefully inside; there were even some small folds. Maybe it would really feel good to make love to her. Then I left my finger inside, kissing her breasts, ears, and neck. Soon, her snoring turned into panting, but her eyes remained tightly closed; I didn't know what was happening.

Actually, I was quite curious about what would happen to her if this continued, so I let my fingers move in and out of her. Suddenly, she seemed to become very strong, holding me tightly, her body stiff as if in a spasm, her fingers gripping my arm. Her nails left deep marks on my arm. My fingers inside her felt like they were being swallowed, constantly being sucked in.

Perhaps she had orgasmed; looking at the sheets, they were soaked. I wondered if she was having a sweet dream with her lover.

So I tidied myself up and rode my bike home. My mind was filled with lust the whole way, thinking about what I might do to her, and how she wouldn't know. Unfortunately, I was all lust and no guts; I couldn't do anything further, only drooling on the sidelines.

Thinking about it, I felt a little guilty, a tiny bit ashamed. I wondered what she would do when I went to work that night. After going back to sleep, I woke up from a sweet dream, still thinking about whether I should be even more lustful next time the same thing happened.

After work that evening, as expected, Xiaohong insisted that I drive her home, even though she didn't seem drunk.

We drove in silence until we reached her house, when she asked me to come upstairs and have some tea with her.

"Tell me, did you do anything to me yesterday?"

"Ah...no..." My heart sank. Was she starting to get angry?

"I remember you ran into the bathroom later, and when I woke up today...sigh...I'm so embarrassed..." "

Ah...really, nothing happened..." I hurriedly told her everything that had happened last night. She blushed, panting, lost in thought.

Of course, I wouldn't say she groped me or did anything inappropriate.

"You really didn't?" "

Really didn't!" Well, I'd have to see if nothing happened...I muttered.

"Am I really that unattractive?!"

Ugh, how could she say something like that?

"No... I... I... I've never been with a woman before... I'm too scared..."

"Hey, you must have eaten yourself yesterday, I'm really sorry!"

"Ah..." I blushed, not daring to say anything... If I said I didn't eat myself, wouldn't that mean I ate her? If I said I ate myself, I'd be too embarrassed.

"Heh, look how shy you are... You can stay today, consider it my compensation..." Before I could speak, she grabbed my hand: "Come on, let's take a bath!"

My heart skipped a beat, I trembled a little, blushing and not knowing what to do.

"Heh! You look so clumsy, you've never been with a girl before. Don't be afraid, I won't eat you."

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So the two of us went to the bathroom together, I stood there, not knowing what to do. I watched her calmly start to take off her clothes, while I was parched and staring intently.

"Does it look good?" she said casually.

I slowly nodded, not daring to take off my clothes. In the end, she had to help me take them off one by one.

Then, she grabbed my hand and playfully placed it against her chest: "Does it feel good?" "

Mmm."

"You shy face, look how big it's gotten~"

"Ah..." I couldn't help but cry out. She suddenly grabbed it, as if she'd been electrocuted, making me dizzy.

A little while later, the water was filled, and we were both soaking in the tub. I casually picked up some shower gel and started scrubbing her back. As I scrubbed, I moved from back to front. She started panting, then suddenly turned around and hugged me. Holding her, her body wet and slippery with shower gel, felt so good, I almost couldn't breathe. She then used her full breasts to roam over my body. A tingling current ran through my body with her rise and fall.

Actually, I wasn't sure what I was thinking. I was a little scared, wondering what would happen if this continued; yet I was also a little excited, wondering if sex would be as pleasurable as I'd imagined.

I closed my eyes, slowly savoring this unprecedented feeling. A moment later, Xiaohong suddenly stopped. "Want something more exciting?" she said playfully, winking.

"What?" I asked, bewildered.

She leaned closer and breathed into my ear, a tingling sensation. "You wait..."

Before I could react, a tingling, itchy feeling shot through my left ear like lightning, making me gasp for breath.

Like a kitten, she gently nibbled at my ear. "Does it feel good?" she asked, still nibbling.

I was gasping for breath, powerless to resist.

"Do you know what it feels like for a woman to be penetrated by a man?"

"I..." Of course, I didn't. With a "

boom," she thrust her tongue into my ear. If the previous sensation was like lightning, this felt like the blazing sun, a raging inferno shooting down from my head to my neck to my abdomen, as if it were a mournful cry of being consumed by flames. "Let

me in..." I felt like a volcano was about to erupt, swelling and bursting, involuntarily wanting to find a place to burrow inside.

"Give up, huh?"

"Mmm..." How could a child so easily be bullied like this not surrender?

The two of them quickly washed up, not even bothering to dry themselves before rushing to the bedroom.

She told me to lie still, but changed her approach, kissing my neck, shoulders, and chest instead. The movements were gentle and smooth, like wisps of smoke drifting down a gentle breeze.

Smoke tends to settle near the mountainside.

She was like a greedy child, reluctantly licking the melting ice cream cone, licking it round and round, gently stroking it with her hand, as soft as a feather drifting down from the sky. I, on the other hand, was drawn into the vortex of passion, circle after circle, tightly encircling me from the bottom up. The surge of desire flowed like streams, then gathered in a dam, overflowing little by little.

The torrent of water seeped out from the dam, and I felt as if I were the first snowflakes under the bright sun, melting bit by bit. At first, it was just a thin trickle of water, gradually eroding the sturdy dam, finally gushing out.

I groaned helplessly, letting myself flow with the surging eddy. Time seemed to stand still, one wave after another, endlessly, an incredible feeling I had never experienced before. My whole being felt hollowed out, devoid of consciousness, devoid of time.

When I came to my senses, I was still trembling.

"Oh! You came so much..." There were still some water droplets on her lips.

"N-no... I'm sorry..." I felt extremely ashamed, so useless, I couldn't last long after she touched me.

"How did it feel?"

"Thank you... it really felt good."

A strange drowsiness washed over me, and I involuntarily yawned. I curled up against her chest, listening to her heartbeat, letting her gently stroke my hair, my eyelids feeling incredibly heavy.

Perhaps it wasn't comfortable with me as a pillow, she moved slightly, startling me from my half-asleep state. I realized that she had just been servicing me, how could I have fallen asleep?

Following the instincts bestowed upon me by the Creator over millennia, I cupped her large breasts and began to suckle. Her breathing became rapid, and she occasionally let out soft moans, "Gently... gently bite with your teeth..." she corrected my clumsy movements from time to time.

Guided by her, I kissed her from her full breasts to her ears, shoulders, and moist lips. My free hands explored her body, moving from top to bottom, until they reached her moist spot. She writhed and moaned softly, pulling me towards her paradise… “Ah!” we became one. After several rounds of lovemaking, I have to admit it was an immense pleasure.

Although there was no love, my thrilling first time was with Xiao Hong. After that, whenever she wanted or I wanted, we could do it at her house, our relationship purely based on lust. I didn't fall in love with her, and I think she didn't love me either. The only difference was that she was my first woman, so there was bound to be a little bit of subtle emotion involved. Watching her being taken away made me a little unhappy. But she wasn't my girlfriend, so being unhappy was useless.

Although I was older than her, her social experience was far richer than mine. Especially in matters of love, she was the one who taught me almost everything, transforming me from an awkward man into one who could satisfy a woman. She often told me that it doesn't matter if a man isn't handsome; women will automatically choose the man who makes them happy. Sex isn't about being valiant and invincible; most women love foreplay more than sex itself.

Whether man or woman, what we seek in the opposite sex is perhaps just a dream!

My ordinary, uneventful life as a young master changed a little until a new hostess arrived at the hotel. Almost every man was stunned when they first saw her.

She was a woman in black, with long hair, snow-white skin, and no makeup, yet her beauty was breathtaking. It was even the first time I realized that flawless legs are more beautiful without stockings.

Her nickname was Night Shadow, rumored to be a campus beauty from a national university, whom our manager had poached with a hefty sum.

She said she was a shadow living in the night. She said she was the Queen of the Night. She said she was the night itself. Legend has it that she was as cold as ice. Legend has it that she had never been drunk. Legend has it that she had never been taken out in public. Legend has it that anyone who tried to take advantage of her would suffer a terrible fate.

On her first day, she caused a sensation at the hotel. Though she didn't talk much, she captivated all the patrons. Even Mr. Wang, a stock market tycoon, offered a staggering 100,000 yuan for a one-night stand, which she politely declined with a smile. It wasn't

until a man in a white Porsche picked her up at the end of the day that I realized 100,000 yuan was probably nothing to her.

Miss Nightshade's arrival certainly boosted the hotel's business. However, Miss Nightshade had one peculiar characteristic: she never helped the young masters collect tips. In fact, with her immense popularity and endless gigs, she didn't need the young masters to introduce new clients.

But, with business booming, our young masters' incomes also increased significantly. Previously earning 2,000 yuan in tips a day, I now earn 2,500 to 3,000 yuan. Who knows, after a summer vacation, I might even be able to afford a used car!

After this period, I've gone from a novice young master to a seasoned one. Everyone in the related industries near Liutiao Street recognizes me. For example, customers often asked us to buy cigarettes and betel nuts for them, and I would always go to the same betel nut stand. The proprietress there was very tacit; whenever she saw me, she would give me two extra betel nuts. Although I didn't eat betel nuts, the other young masters did, so I would use those two nuts for public relations.

It's a pity there weren't betel nut beauties in those days, otherwise I might have been able to pick up one or two.

Miss Nightshade was a very strange person. She always had endless things to talk about with the bar girls, but she never gave us young masters a friendly look. Although everyone in our young masters' social club thought she was very pretty, not a single person had a good impression of her. Every time I saw her, I would greet her, but we never chatted or joked around.

On the other hand, I maintained a good relationship with Miss Little Red. We helped each other out, so we both benefited. Sometimes when I got home late, I would unceremoniously stay overnight at her place, and the next day we would go out to eat and shop together.

I always hoped Xiaohong would know when to quit while she was ahead, and marry an honest man after she'd made her money. She, however, always complained about not having enough and hoped to make more for a couple more years. Whether she listened to me or not was irrelevant to a couple whose relationship was based on physical needs.

Through Xiaohong's description, I learned that although Yeying was very popular, she was also very good at attracting clients for the other girls and getting tips for them. Therefore, all the girls in the shop were very friendly to her. Initially, many girls worried that she would steal too many clients, but later they all relied on her to earn more tips.

The long summer vacation finally ended, and I calculated that I had earned about 150,000 yuan. After buying a brand new computer and a brand new motorcycle, I had to start my normal school life again. At this point, my pockets were full, and I was living a very comfortable life.

As for Xiaohong, since she had a new young master to keep her company, I gradually contacted her less. My time at the hotel seemed to have come to an end.

Time flies. With the money I earned from the hotel, I crammed for half a year at a cram school and successfully passed the entrance exam for a national university's graduate program.

It seems like every national university has an artificial lake. This rule was incredibly appealing to me, a fishing enthusiast. So I immediately got a fishing license and fished by the lake every now and then.

Although the school prohibited fishing at night, the fish were bigger at night, so I often sneaked out to the lake in the middle of the night to fish. Because I usually gave my daytime catches to the campus police, they almost all recognized me. If they caught me at night, nothing serious happened; sometimes they'd even smoke and chat with me. Of course, if I caught a fish, I'd share a couple with them.

Fishing at night revealed many interesting things. Especially on campus, the artificial lake was a popular spot for couples to meet; the lakeside was a popular dating spot. The lakeside benches were always packed at night, and couples who arrived late had to patiently wait in line. If couples happen to be entwined in a romantic moment on a chair, they often wait until the seas run dry and the rocks crumble. So when I fish at night, if I'm not catching anything, I'm busy watching couples on dates; it's much more interesting than fishing during the day.

Once, I saw a couple hugging and kissing on a chair from afar. One of them lifted the other's shirt and stuck their head inside, and then they started writhing around. I almost wanted to buy a big telescope right away.

Because their actions were so ambiguous, I grabbed my fishing rod and walked past them. I also wanted to see if the woman was pretty. I should have looked, because I was shocked to see that they were both women. 02-25
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Seeing such gossip, I was too lazy to fish anymore. I quickly packed up my fishing gear and ran back to my dorm to post fishing gossip online.

Because of the huge imbalance between male and female students at the school, with seven men sharing one woman, it immediately sparked a heated discussion. A bunch of bachelors were complaining online about how few women there were and why there was so much homosexuality. Some moralists started saying what was wrong with homosexuality, and some homosexual support groups came out to hurl insults, which resulted in an online war.

The most pitiful one was me. My inbox suddenly exploded with a bunch of abusive emails, forcing me to apologize to each one. Some people were just being nosy, asking what the woman looked like and if she was pretty.

To be honest, it was so dark, I couldn't even see what they looked like clearly. And, the scariest part was that the person involved showed up in person.

I received an email from someone claiming to be the person involved, telling me not to go too far. That user had only logged on once, and it was through a plan, not from the dorm, clearly indicating they didn't want their identity revealed. Their username was lesby; I wonder if it had any hidden meaning.

I had no choice but to apologize politely, explaining that I didn't intentionally want to cause an online uproar. This heartfelt apology might appease her.

Unfortunately, I miscalculated. A woman's revenge is terrifying.

The next day when I logged on, my inbox was overflowing. And it kept overflowing every day, to the point where I considered switching accounts. But switching accounts left my friends and family worried about not being able to find me, putting me in a real dilemma.

I checked the sender's profile many times, but she never logged on again, clearly she hadn't seen the apology letter. To prevent my inbox from being flooded again, I reluctantly posted the apology letter online, hoping she would stop flooding it.

The next day, I received an email from someone named Lesbi, the other party involved. Of course, this was also a one-time use account. She said she had already spoken to Lesby and asked her to calm down, so she shouldn't flood my inbox again.

To express my apology, I replied to Lesbi, hoping to treat them both to a meal as a token of my remorse.

Lesbi was quite generous, but Lesby didn't accept, so I only invited Lesbi.

Treating guests is an art, and I've never quite grasped its secrets, so I only ever choose places like bullfighting venues. Unfortunately, these places are full of knives, forks, and hot plates; one wrong move and you're guaranteed a few transparent holes or bull-shaped branding marks.

When I first met Lesbi, I was quite impressed. Although she had short hair, it couldn't hide her natural beauty; she was the kind of pretty that's both cool and stylish! She was a very talkative girl, completely unafraid of strangers, and once she started talking, she wouldn't stop.

'If only she weren't a lesbian,' I thought to myself.

Since I hadn't yet suffered from the knife, fork, and hot plate after dinner, I dragged her to see the night view. We chatted for a while, and it turned out she drove, while I rode a scooter, so I had to give her a ride, hoping she wouldn't take me to some deserted place and leave me stranded.

She drove to the Xinfeng Slope on Provincial Highway 1, where the night view of Hsinchu was unobstructed. The fragrance emanating from her body was very comforting.

"Do you think I'm pretty?"

"Very pretty, and very cool too! If you were a guy, you'd definitely charm a lot of girls."

"Heh, I've already charmed a lot of girls."

I almost forgot, she's a lesbian, so it's only natural that she charms a lot of girls.

"Excuse me for asking, but how did you come to love a girl?"

Her expression was slightly complicated. "Actually, I love girls, and I love boys. I love being a girl, and I love being a boy. Love with men is more like passion. Love with women, however, transcends to art; it's true emotion." "

I don't quite understand."

She lit a cigarette, slowly puffing on it, her eyes filled with a mysterious light. "You're not a woman, you wouldn't understand." "

Okay, then how do you say that the feelings between women are art?"

She flicked her cigarette ash. "Art is a realm. Only women can understand a woman's heart, so only a woman can truly love another woman. Only by being loved by someone who fully understands a woman can one receive true love." "

Men can understand women's hearts too..."

"Wrong! Men can never truly understand women. Because, after all, men are not women. Just like no matter how well a man understands a woman, he has never experienced the pain and discomfort of menstruation."

"But women can't marry women..."

"That's the greatness of same-sex love—choosing an ending without an ending, that's true love."

After listening to her for so long, even I started to get confused: "Then why do you love men too?"

"Men give me passion. They don't understand women. Letting someone who doesn't understand me possess me, that uncertainty makes me blush, my heart race, my blood boil." "

I see... So, do you want to be a man or a woman today?"

"Guess..."

"A man."

"You really know the situation!" "

Well, otherwise why would you be chatting with me about such philosophical things?" I

lit a cigarette and looked at Lesbi through the smoke, my mind filled with questions about gender roles—it was all so complicated.

"Do you drink?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Let's go to my dorm!"

"You don't have class tomorrow?" "

No." "Then aren't you afraid of getting drunk…?" "Don't worry, I don't

get drunk." " I get drunk easily…" "Ahem… if you get drunk, I'll just dump you downstairs." After chatting for a while, Lesbi drove me to the Bullfighters' Club, grabbed my scooter, and headed straight for University Road. She rented a suite outside the school, and contrary to my expectations, her room was very messy, unlike a girl's room. Taking a few sips of whiskey, I suddenly realized that there are quite a few girls who smoke and drink these days. "Where's Lesbi?" "She's at school working on a report, due tomorrow." "You brought a guy back, aren't you afraid she'll get jealous?" "Oh, she thought I wasn't interested in guys!" " Hmm , so that's how it is... So you girls also have secrets you don't want your lovers to know?" "And what man doesn't have secrets too?" I tilted my head and thought about it, and it seemed to be true. No matter who it is, there are always things in their hearts that they don't want others to know. It's just that in my impression, men are less likely to keep secrets, and their secrets can't be hidden away if they're not careful. <6> "Let's drink and sing, how short is life, like morning dew, the days gone by are many..." she murmured, seemingly lost in thought.

"Hey, don't say that. There's plenty of time in the future, why make the past so painful?" I quickly tried to cheer her up.

"Women and women, maybe it really is true that the past is so painful..." "

Then why don't you find another man and make the future even more plentiful!"

"You're such a smooth talker!"

The two of us chatted idly, then drifted off to sleep amidst the clinking of glasses.

Perhaps because we drank too much, we weren't woken up by the phone until the afternoon of the next day. Having slept on the floor all night, I had a bit of a headache and a sore neck, and my head was still foggy as I listened to Lesbi on the phone.

People are quite interesting; their tone is different when they're face-to-face, but completely different when they pick up the phone.

I could only hear her holding onto the phone, constantly whining and pouting, which gave me goosebumps. It turned out that Lesby was busy and said she couldn't be with Lesbi that day. As they say, absence makes the heart grow fonder, and the two of them, having not seen each other for a night, were already exchanging sweet nothings, leaving me sitting next to them wishing I could disappear into a hole.

After holding out for an hour, I finally got her to hang up. We figured we had nothing else to do, so I dragged her to the school's artificial lake to sneak a fishing trip. We

chatted happily by the lake, pointing and whispering about other couples. I brought a high-powered pair of binoculars for birdwatching, and surprisingly, girls love watching couples hug and kiss; she even wanted to use the binoculars to peek.

I got two fishing rods, one for each of us. Luckily, there were plenty of small fish on campus, so we could easily catch one or two. With other couples to watch, the time passed quickly.

We fishermen have an unwritten rule called the "Meatball Theorem." It means that people who can't fish usually catch bigger and more fish—this strange theorem is almost always true. We caught at least twenty fish in total, but only one, a two-pound fish, was caught by Lesbi. The rest were thin and shriveled, so we had to release them back into the lake.

Lesbi was ecstatic, constantly bragging to me about how good she was.

That said, they were all small fish, but we caught one that weighed about two pounds. Releasing it felt like a waste, but keeping it left us unsure what to do. After discussing it for a while, we decided to grill it on the roof of my dorm building.

I live in a four-story student dormitory with a rooftop accessible by public space, where people often grilled meat. So, we went to the convenience store near the school gate, bought some equipment, and grilled on the rooftop while enjoying the moon. Sipping cold beer, it was truly relaxing.

"Hey, look over there..." she excitedly pointed to the dorm next door.

"What's that?" I asked, not quite understanding, looking around.

"Look what they're doing in that room!"

Upon closer inspection, oh my god, two naked people writhing on the bed.

"Wait a minute." I rushed downstairs and grabbed two binoculars.

So, the two of us, with two binoculars, stared intently.

That was the dormitory on the second floor across the street. There were four beds, bunk beds. Two people were lying on the upper bunk by the window. They were being careful, pulling up the blinds, but the blinds were angled upwards, so we could see them clearly from the rooftop.

The dormitory across the street was about thirty meters away from where I was now, and with a 32x telescope, it was practically right in front of me, every detail was crystal clear.

When I brought the binoculars up, they had just finished undressing. Both of them were naked on the bed, the boy on top of the girl, kissing her incessantly. After a while, the girl seemed impatient, pressing the boy's buttocks down towards her crotch. Gradually, the boy's movements became more and more intense, and the girl wrapped her legs around the boy's waist.

About three minutes later, exactly the time it took me to finish a cigarette, they stopped moving. After about thirty seconds, the boy's body moved away from the girl, and his head slid down until it finally buried itself between her legs.

I hurriedly lit another cigarette and took a swig of beer. The feeling of spying on someone else was enough to give me heart palpitations and make my mouth dry.

At this moment, the girl's two snow-white thighs were clamping the boy's face, and her hands were tightly gripping his hair. Then her waist began to arch, like a curled-up shrimp. Finally, her abdomen seemed to contract involuntarily, and their movements returned to normal. The boy got up, picked up some toilet paper, and the two of them cleaned themselves together.

"Ha, that was fast!" I put down my binoculars.

"Yeah..." she bit her lip.

I patted her shoulder, which startled her, and she jumped up.

"Hey, don't be nervous, let's sit down and have some beer!"

"Hmm..."

The two of them sat side by side, looking up at the sky. The clear moonlight made the stars hide. The alcohol fueled the passionate scene from before, and even breathing felt like it was stopping.

I was actually peeping at someone else having sex with a girl, and my face felt a little hot. I didn't dare look at her.

"My face is so hot... I'm so embarrassed..." I tried to ease the tension, raising my hand to cover my face.

But I was too nervous, and my hand accidentally hit her eye. "Ouch..." she cried, rubbing her eye. "I'm

so sorry..." I quickly grabbed her hand, trying to rub it for her. But the hand I grabbed felt like an electric shock.

Her left eye was already wet and looked very painful.

"Don't cry, it'll make you ugly..." I tried to comfort her, and seeing how pitiful she looked, I couldn't help but lower my head and gently kiss her eye.

"You bullied me..." she raised her right hand as if to hit me, but I grabbed it. Holding her hand, soft and smooth, brought a unique feeling to my heart.

The summer night was cool as water, the charcoal fire was dying down, leaving only faint embers. A faint, almost imperceptible light fell on her face, but the night was like a thin veil, obscuring her features. A night breeze blew, and the dying embers flickered to life. The tear tracks on her face, not yet faded, shone like stars in the cold night. "

So beautiful," I exclaimed from the bottom of my heart.

I took her hand, gently lifted it, and kissed it. She silently gazed at the dying embers, lost in thought. Gently, I embraced her from behind, kissing her hair, her long neck, her ears, inhaling her faint fragrance. Before I knew it, my hands, which had been around her waist, had moved upwards, freely caressing her breasts. With

a "hiss," I kicked over the beer bottle by the stove, extinguishing the embers, and the night gradually enveloped us again.

Her lips were slightly parted, her eyes half-closed, drawing me to kiss her like a magnet. My restless hands also seized the opportunity to lift her shirt and slip inside. That long-forgotten feeling returned through my fingertips.

I was no longer an naive child. My fingertips played a gentle melody, flowing over her full breasts, circling towards their peaks. Our lips remained intertwined, her small tongue sucking at the passion she gave me. The warmth

of her breasts, the softness of her flesh—that was so long ago! When our passionate lips parted, I buried my face in her chest, greedily and unrestrainedly. From her chest to her armpits to her lower abdomen, to her waist, I left my lips on her chest. The night was dark, the

fire extinguished, but her snow-white skin, bathed in moonlight, was as smooth and delicate as silk. Unfortunately, we were on the dormitory rooftop, and I couldn't completely remove my clothes. When I reached into her pants, her paradise was already flowing with desire; she squeezed her legs together, struggling to resist the overwhelming passion.

"No...please don't come in..." she murmured pleadingly.

I was stunned, not understanding how a girl could back out in the heat of passion: "Why? Did I do something wrong?"

She shook her head: "I don't want to betray her...so I can only...better you..."

"I understand..." Hormones drove me towards passion, but reason prevented me from forcing her: "Then...I won't have sex with you, okay?"

"Mmm..." she nodded.

"I understand."

Perhaps out of spite, my fingers, which were inside her panties, suddenly burst in, eliciting a soft gasp. A warm current, like raindrops, gushed forth, and I could feel it flowing down my fingers. She bit my neck and shoulders passionately, afraid to make any suggestive sounds. I traced small circles with my fingers, trying to see if she could hold on.

Soon, her vagina loosened, and she bit her lip, holding me tightly. "Is it time?" I thought to myself, when suddenly she cried out, her body convulsing uncontrollably. My fingers seemed to be sucked in, gripped tightly by her.

She stiffened for a moment, then finally couldn't hold on any longer, grabbing my hand and gesturing for me to remove it. Playfully, I used my wet fingers to rub her chest, but she was too weak to resist, trembling uncontrollably.

Holding the languid and powerless lesbian, the burning desire in my lower abdomen had nowhere to go. I picked up a not-too-cold beer to drink, but it had turned bitter and was hard to swallow.

"Thanks..." she said in a barely audible voice.

"Heh..." I kissed her cute nose.

"Do you want me to help you?" she asked kindly.

I shook my head; seeing how exhausted she was, helping me would only be scratching the surface. After she had rested for about half an hour, her burning desire had subsided. She straightened up, and I helped her button up her disheveled bra, not forgetting to steal a quick grope.

After we both went home, my roommate laughed as soon as she saw me. Apparently, I had quite a few bite marks on my body; I'd probably have to wear a high-necked shirt in the summer to cover them.

Maybe people just have this so-called perverse tendency—the more unattainable something is, the more they want it. Lesbi, this easy prey, escaped unscathed. And because it was dark, I couldn't even tell what color underwear she was wearing, which was quite a loss. But it also made me start to have fantasies about her.

<7>

I don't know if it was because of too many sexual fantasies that I thought about Lesbi all the time. I thought about her voice, her appearance, and her body.

A few days later, I finally got my chance because she needed my help with a program she couldn't write for a project. I studied computer science; I wasn't very good at other things, but writing programs was no problem for me.

In those days of slow computers, if you wanted to do large-scale mathematical calculations, you had to book a supercomputer at a computer center. Unfortunately, with so many people using supercomputers, their speed is only about the same as a rabbit's. Lesbi had a chaos problem that exhausted her supercomputer's usage time, so she wanted to borrow my account.

Although I'm a computer science student, I only use workstations at the institute; I've only ever seen pictures of what supercomputers look like, let alone have an account. But I'm a proud Leo, and I can't give up so easily! So I told her I'd write a program in assembly language specifically for calculating chaos, which might not be slower than the supercomputer.

Assembly language is a low-level programming language; programs written in it can often be hundreds of times faster than those in other languages. However, its code is unlike high-level code; even something as simple as one plus one equals two requires several lines of code, written in the way the computer actually operates. Of course, writing such programs takes significantly more time than using high-level languages.

After discussing it for a while, we decided that I would go to her dorm to help her write the program, while she would be responsible for meals, drinks, and snacks. So I packed up some disks and reference manuals, and went to her dorm the next day to start working.

I remember back in the Stone Age, because chips were expensive, personal computers had optional chips in addition to the central processing unit, called "mathematical processors." Now, the era is more advanced, and these mathematical processors are built into the central processing unit. However, the instructions they use are still a bit different from ordinary instructions.

This time, I found a manual and used these special instructions to help Lesbi write mathematical programs.

Perhaps because I had too many fantasies about her, I wasn't very focused when I first started writing, and I would steal glances at her body every now and then, imagining what she would look like without clothes. Since we were in the dorm, she was dressed very casually. A white t-shirt and a pair of black athletic shorts. Through her shirt, I could vaguely see two nipples, swaying with her movements, as if she wasn't wearing a bra, which was particularly arousing.

When I first started programming, she stood beside me, watching with great interest. Later, when she couldn't help anymore, she sat on the edge of the bed reading a teen novel. I, on the other hand, alternated between daydreaming and programming, getting up every now and then to stretch and lewdly observe her.

Perhaps she got tired of sitting, because she bent over. During one stretch, I suddenly realized that I could see directly inside her through her loose collar.

Or perhaps she was too engrossed in her reading to notice me looking around. So I stood up, pretending to exercise, but my mind was wandering, trying to find the best viewing angle.

After countless attempts, I finally found the perfect vantage point, where I could see her private parts clearly.

At a glance, I saw two blushes, like plum blossoms blooming on snow-white hills. Two small pink nipples stood erect, perhaps caused by the constant friction of her shirt, I thought to myself.

Of course, there was another possibility: perhaps she was being seduced by the novel's eroticism, giving her a slight physical reaction? So I went over and sat by her bed to see what she was reading.

"Good heavens, is this some kind of rape drama or something?"

I unfortunately stumbled upon a scene of forced sexual intercourse.

"Oh, that's the usual formula. The female lead meets a wild and unruly male lead, and after many hardships, the male lead finally realizes he can't live without her. He's completely won over, and they live happily ever after." "

Now, the male lead couldn't resist the temptation, and although the female lead loves him, she's unwilling to give herself to him, so he forces himself on her."

"You girls all read this kind of stuff?"

"It's really good... everyone's reading it..."

I suddenly realized that those books with beautifully drawn crayon covers sold in the market were actually erotic novels for girls. After Lesbi's detailed explanation, I found the formula was quite consistent:

First, the male lead is handsome and has an endless supply of money. Sometimes the male lead is a prince on a white horse, sometimes a young prince, sometimes a nobleman, and sometimes even an emperor. They're all incredibly wealthy, and their occupations are always blank.

Second, the male lead is arrogant and can never be won over by any woman. It's no wonder princes and nobles are so easily won over; sometimes they have thousands of concubines in their palaces, and outside, there are countless other women they can't control. And while there are many women, there will never be any children born out of wedlock, to avoid the female lead ending up raising someone else's child.

Third, the female lead is poor. In a period drama, she might accidentally be chosen to enter the palace or work odd jobs for a prince.

Fourth, the female lead might still be a virgin, so her first time will definitely be very painful, but strangely, the pain will be pleasurable. And in the latter half of the first time, the male lead will secrete some kind of unknown anesthetic, leaving the female lead with only pleasure and no pain.

Fifth, after all the hardships, the male and female leads finally live happily ever after. Money will always fall from the sky, so the female lead's job after marriage is simply to go shopping and travel the world. Even better, without a job and eating well every day, she doesn't need to exercise, diet, swim, or do cardio, and her figure will never change.

"So, simply put, you can make a pink crayon novel by stringing together ten sex scenes." Lesbi isn't good at programming, but he talks a lot about erotic novels.

"Okay, okay! It's noon, where's my lunch?"

I forgot to tell her, I'm not a prince, I don't have servants to bring me food.

"Right, I'll go buy a bento box, what do you want to eat?" "

Just a pork rib rice bowl will do, preferably with a Coke." So

she hurriedly left, leaving me alone in her room. This gave me the perfect opportunity to peek at things I shouldn't have, hoping I wouldn't get a sty.

<10>

Last time, during our barbecue on the dorm rooftop, I clearly attacked third base, yet I couldn't even figure out what kind of underwear she wore. So, before starting to write the program, I swore I would seize the opportunity to see what I hadn't seen last time, even if it meant getting a sty.

Once I was sure the lesbian had left and wasn't in the building anymore, I dashed straight to her wardrobe. As expected, regardless of a girl's appearance, almost all her underwear was kept in the drawer. Opening the drawer, rows of panties were neatly arranged inside; she had folded them into balls. Unfortunately, I wasn't confident I could fold panties into balls, so I could only stare at them, too afraid to peek.

She preferred plain-colored underwear; most of her pants and bras were yellow. Picking up a bra, I saw it was a 34C—quite an eye-catching size; no wonder I couldn't hold it in one hand.

As for clothes, she had many pairs of jeans, even suits and trousers, but not many skirts. Considering her style—short, chic hair—she seemed more suited to androgynous or masculine attire.

The upper part of the wardrobe had two doors, seemingly for storing pillows and blankets. I opened them, and sure enough, there was nothing there. Initially a little disappointed, after peeking for a while, I felt it was "nothing special." Just as I was about to close the wardrobe doors, I inadvertently noticed a brown paper bag in the corner.

Since I'd already seen it, I wondered what secrets it held. So I carefully examined the bag's contents, making sure I could put it back if I stole it, then took a deep breath and pulled it out.

Opening it, I was shocked. It contained some common adult film props. One was a long penis toy, and the other was an oval-shaped vibrator. I was genuinely surprised that she used such things, and I started imagining her using them, making my face flush and my heart race.

Suddenly the phone rang, startling me. Halfway through my thieving mission, that call nearly scared me to death. Luckily, my heart is strong enough, otherwise I might have actually died on the spot.

I glanced at my watch; she'd been gone for almost half an hour. I hurriedly packed my things, lest I be caught red-handed when she returned.

The phone seemed to ring endlessly, but I dared not answer, fearing some misunderstanding, or being held at knifepoint and having my face washed with aqua regia. Gathering my jumbled thoughts, I lit a cigarette. I figured I couldn't let her treat me to lunch for nothing, so I obediently started writing code.

Time ticked by, and Lesbi still hadn't returned. My stomach was growling. Besides writing code and smoking, I really wanted to rush out and find a convenience store for food. But I didn't have her key, and I was afraid of being locked out. Was this some kind of divine retribution for peeping at her underwear all afternoon?

Finally, evening arrived, and she returned home looking relaxed, carrying a lunchbox and half a dozen beers.

"I'm so sorry, I ran into someone I knew while I was out buying things at noon, so I couldn't get away.

Have you eaten?" "Of course... I haven't!" To be honest, I was starving and a little annoyed.

"Oh, don't be angry, or you'll get wrinkles and become ugly... Then you won't be able to get a girl..." "

Damn it, if I can't get a girl, I'll have to repay you with my body..."

"Rape~~!" she shouted with a smile, not at all like someone who had been raped.

"I'll rape you, I'll rape you..." He ran up and tickled her.

"Okay, okay, let's eat."

"Give it to me, I'm starving." I

opened the bento box; it was already cold. The rice grains were hard and clumped together, and the pork on the ribs had solidified into lumps of fat from the cold. It was really hard to swallow, and I gritted my teeth with a frown.

"Okay, okay, it's all my fault. I'll show you off... Look, there's a cold beer..." She leaned over and kissed my head.

Just as she bent down, I glanced at her neckline: "Wow, you're running around without a bra!"

*Thump*, she hit my head hard; I wonder if I got a bump.

I quickly ate a couple of bites of rice, but couldn't eat anymore, so I hurriedly packed it up. I accidentally saw two hickeys on her neck. The bright red marks stood out against her snow-white neck.

"You wretched girl, you went out to get intimate? Forgot your friends for a pretty face?" "

Really? Really? The weather's so nice today..." She feigned innocence, blinking at me.

I then noticed her eyes were red, as if she'd been crying.

"What's wrong? Did someone bully you? Your eyes are so red..."

"Nothing... The weather's nice!" "

Really?"

"Really..." "

Come on, let's clink bottles." I picked up my beer and clinked bottles with hers.

After a few rounds of drinks, she became bolder and dared to tell me what had happened. She actually loved her girlfriend very much, but this kind of relationship wasn't widely accepted in society. She really wanted to be with her girlfriend for a long time, but was afraid they wouldn't be together in the end. On the other hand, her girlfriend was very beautiful and highly sought after in the gay community.

"I find it strange, why does she only love women and not men?" "

She thinks men aren't good enough for her. You men only think with your lower bodies, you're no different from animals." "

Really?" "You can't generalize!"

"No?" She sneered, her face full of disdain.

"Really, no."

"What about last time at the barbecue? You were just as naughty."

"Well... but I didn't sleep with you." I tried to explain myself.

"Oh? Lying..." She suddenly lifted her shirt, and the allure of her 34C breasts leaped into view. A certain part of my body reacted immediately to her provocation.

"Pretty, so what?"

"You don't want to have sex with me?"

"No..."

"Really? Stand up for a moment."

I stood up. "See? You lied." She pointed to my crotch, which bulged like a small hill.

"Oh? So, according to you, last time at the barbecue, you wanted to have sex with me, didn't you?"

"No way! Why do you say that?"

'You were soaking wet last time too.' '

That's different. I only got wet because of you. Didn't I tell you not to come in?' '

If a man's erect penis means he wants to have sex, then you girls getting wet pants also means you want to have sex?'

'That's different!' '

How is it different?'

'You guys can want to sleep with any pretty girl you see, but we don't do that. We only want to have sex if there's love.'

'Guys get a reaction when they see pretty girls, but you guys get wet while reading erotic novels. That's more sophisticated, isn't it?'

'Exactly!' '

Oh, so according to you, I didn't have sex with you last time, but you seemed to have more fun than me!'

'If I hadn't stopped you from coming in last time, you would have slept with me already!' '

Yes, I really wanted to go in, but I didn't because I wasn't thinking with my lower body.'

"Oh, you're afraid I'll call it rape, not thinking with your upper body!" " Do

me a favor. If I were really thinking with my lower body, I wouldn't have refused you last time you said you'd help me, you idiot!"

"You're right, you really do seem different from those stinky boys."

"Everyone's different..."

"True."

After bickering for a while, it was time to write the program again. I stretched: "Okay, I'll write the program first. You finish reading that book and tell me the ending."

"Okay."

So I sat back down at the computer and focused on writing the program. A little while later, I suddenly felt someone walk up behind me.

"You look tired. Shall I help you catch the dragon?"

"Sure, sure." It was rare for her to be so understanding.

However, catching a dragon when someone is tired was a really bad idea. After she caught it a couple of times, my eyelids started to droop, and I kept wanting to sleep.

"Feeling sleepy?"

"You're holding me so comfortably, it makes me sleepy."

"Why don't you take a nap? You must be tired today."

Before I could say anything, she busied herself tidying the bed, wanting me to sleep on hers.

"Isn't that inappropriate? I'll sleep on the floor."

"You're a guest, how can you sleep on the floor?" After

a long tug-of-war, I, thinking myself tough, fell into a deep sleep on the floor. In the middle of the night, I seemed to see her carefully covering me with a blanket.

When I woke up, she was long gone. There was a breakfast on my desk, along with a note saying she had gone to class, and there was a can of ginger tea next to her, telling me to drink it so I wouldn't catch a cold from sleeping on the floor.

Since I had a thesis seminar to attend, I quickly finished eating and went to school. When I saw her again, it was already evening.

She was lying on the desk, crying.

"What's wrong? Who bullied you?" "

It's nothing, just a bad mood."

It's all my mom's fault for giving birth to a Leo. Leo men hate seeing women cry. I was flustered and didn't know what to do.

"Uh, how about I buy you a cake?"

"No!" "

Then, how about I buy you Ferrero Rocher?"

"No!" "

Then how about I sing for you?" "Sing!

If you don't sing well, I'll throw you off the stage." "

Brother and Dad are so awesome, their reputation is on my family's side~" I sang off-key, even adding a tremolo at the end.

"You silly girl!" She burst out laughing.

"You're so old and still crying, be careful you get wrinkles, and crying too much will make

you fat." "I'm naturally beautiful, I won't, don't worry!" "

Won't? That's not necessarily true!" "Look, you've got crow's feet..."

"Really?? Really??" She busied herself looking for a mirror.

Another week passed like this, and finally, her program was finished. And we went out almost every day, leaving our footprints everywhere—lakeside, beach. I could only hold her hand, not daring to do anything inappropriate.

She was a very thoughtful and considerate girl. Although she was caring like an older sister, she was also a bit of a crybaby, making her both pitiful and lovable.

<11>

To celebrate finishing the program, Lesbi suggested we go out for a big meal. I'm naturally a glutton, so of course I wholeheartedly agreed.

After my repeated pleading, she changed into her only short skirt, put on riding boots, and dressed up beautifully to go out with me. There was a reason for this; I'm a very vain person, and walking with a pretty girl makes me feel like I'm walking on air.

The two gluttons discussed for a long time and finally decided to have a European-style buffet at the CITIC Hotel. The atmosphere there was nice, and it wasn't too expensive. As I led her inside, even the waiter who was seating her couldn't help but glance at Lesbi a couple more times. His envious look made me burst out laughing.

After dinner, it was only a little past nine, so we headed to a pub for a wild night. I wasn't very familiar with these places, so she had to lead the way to find a spot in the alleyways.

The pub not only had a dance floor but also a band playing music, and the announcer really got the atmosphere going; it was packed with people… It took quite a bit of effort to find a seat by the dance floor.

After a couple of beers, fueled by the loud music, we got increasingly excited and decided to dance on the dance floor.

I don't know if someone was on drugs, but there was a couple doing a very provocative three-on-one dance. The guy kept putting his hand under the woman's skirt and making sexually suggestive gestures. Although they weren't actually naked, the suggestive sexual innuendo made the atmosphere incredibly hot.

Lesbi, gazing at the couple, clapped her hands to the beat and danced a chaotic dance. I, on the other hand, was seeing this for the first time and was utterly dumbfounded.

Being dumbfounded made my mouth dry, so I grabbed an ice-cold beer and chugged it down. Lesbi wasn't much better off; she simply took her beer and went inside to watch the couple's provocative dance. Afraid of getting drunk while drinking and dancing, I stayed seated. She was truly beautiful, standing out among the group.

Soon she became unsteady on her feet, probably from drinking too much. I quickly pulled her back to her seat. "Don't drink anymore, you'll get drunk," I whispered in her ear.

"It's a rare treat..." she shook her head, still drinking heavily.

"You're driving later, don't drink anymore..." The thought of being driven by a drunk person sent chills down my spine.

"Then you drive..."

"I don't have a driver's license."

"Don't worry, don't worry, the car is easy to drive." " What

if we get caught by the police? I heard it's a 12,000 yuan fine."

"If we get caught, I'll pay!" she said without batting an eye.

"Sigh, what a rich girl," I thought to myself.

She finally couldn't hold her liquor any longer and gestured for me to help her home. She handed me the car keys, and as soon as she opened the door, she collapsed and squatted down by the roadside to vomit.

Having seen this kind of scene many times, relying on my past professional instincts, I quickly found some tissues in her car and gave them to her to wipe her mouth.

"You're really naughty, I told you not to drink, but you still drank so much." I said, patting her back.

"I'm sorry... let me throw up..."

Finding the smell of vomit unpleasant, I searched the back seat for a while and handed her the remaining half-bottle of mineral water so she could rinse her mouth.

"I won't drink so much next time, thank you so much."

"It's okay, it's alright." Seeing that there was still some dirt on the hem of her skirt, I casually picked up a tissue and wiped it for her.

After she finished vomiting, I helped her back to the car. Then I had no choice but to bite the bullet and figure out how to drive the car back. Luckily, we have a car at home, and I've driven it before, otherwise, if I suddenly had to drive a car, I would definitely have driven onto the sidewalk... Maybe my driving skills are really that bad, because after driving a few steps, she suddenly opened the car window and vomited all over the ground. I had no choice but to pull over again and grab some tissues and bottled water to help her.

"I really can't go on anymore, could you please find me the nearest motel so I can lie down for a bit?" "

Hmm..."

I looked around and finally spotted a motel sign about 500 meters away. I clumsily drove over, and the cashier gave me a suggestive look, as if the girl sitting next to me had been drugged by me.

I helped her into the room, and without a word, she ran to the toilet, knelt down, and vomited. There was nothing I could do but grab some tissues from her.

Suddenly, an idea struck me—I remembered how we young masters used to buy hangover remedies when customers got drunk, and they were actually quite effective.

"I'm going out for a bit, wait for me!" I put the tissues next to her and hurriedly ran to a convenience store to buy a bottle. Good heavens, it cost a hundred dollars! That's inhuman!

When I got back to the room, she was already lying in bed, clearly not feeling well.

"Here, have a can of hangover medicine, it's quite effective!" I opened the bottle for her.

"Thank you... I'm really feeling terrible..." She obediently drank it all.

"I know, sweetie, lie down for a bit." Then I ran to the bathroom, soaked a towel in hot water, and helped her wipe her face and put it on her head.

"You're so good to me." "

It's alright, you're usually quite caring." I smiled and kissed her forehead.

Only then did I have time to look at the room and see what it looked like. Their room was designed in a European style, especially the bed, which had pillars at each of its four corners. The large European-style bed had a canopy, along which hung long curtains, the four corners of which were tied to the pillars with ribbons.

Curious, I lowered the curtains, and the four sides of the bed were enclosed by sheer fabric, creating a beautiful little space for the two of us. The dim, yellow light from the surrounding curtains shone through, illuminating her rosy face, making her look incredibly alluring. She frowned, still seemingly uncomfortable.

"What's wrong? Where does it hurt?"

"Headache... I feel nauseous..."

A classic drunken reaction, thankfully she wouldn't act out.

She turned around, her back to me: "Help me take off my bra, it hurts so much."

"This..." I really wanted to help, but I was afraid she'd deny it the next day when she sobered up, accusing me of assault, which would be incredibly embarrassing.

But then again, the scolding would happen the next day. I unzipped her shirt, unhooked her bra, kissed her snow-white back, and then zipped it back up. "You should rest." I covered her with the blanket, then rolled myself up outside, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

I'd only slept for about two hours when I suddenly felt someone covering me with the blanket, waking me up with a start.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, I woke you up," she said apologetically.

"It's alright, why didn't you sleep a little longer?"

"I'm sober now, I feel sticky, I wanted to take a bath."

"Oh, a bath is good, it'll make you feel better. Are you feeling better?"

"Much better, thank you so much today."

"Don't mention it."

"Why didn't you sleep in the blankets?" "

Oh dear, I was afraid I wouldn't be good, and Anlu's claws would keep touching you, you wouldn't be able to sleep."

"Heh, you silly boy!" She gave me a light tap on the head with a half-smile.

"Would you like to take a bath? It'll feel better, won't it?"

"But I'm afraid the bathtubs in hotels aren't clean."

"I'll go clean them, you wait here."

"Isn't that unnecessary..." "

It's such a waste of money to leave a jacuzzi unused."

I ran to the bathroom, painstakingly washed the bathtub with soap, and adjusted the water temperature, wanting to run it for her so she could soak in it. "

You go ahead and wash, I'll wait outside," I said, returning to the bedside to tell her to take a bath.

"Thank you... thank you so much..." She suddenly kissed my cheek, the light making her look radiant.

She went into the bathroom, closed the door, and let the water flow gently.

"Sam..." The bathroom door suddenly opened, and she peeked out.

"What's wrong?"

"Do you want..."

"What do you want?"

"Want to shower together?" she said timidly, only her head peeking out from under the door, her body hidden behind it, I couldn't tell if her clothes were still on.

"You won't regret this?"

"I believe you're a good person."

The moment the bathroom door opened, her flawless white body suddenly appeared, truly shocking me, my steps feeling like a thousand pounds, unable to move. For some reason, my cheeks felt like they were on fire.

She came over and unbuttoned my shirt.

"You're so beautiful..." I couldn't help but stare, mesmerized.

"Heh...you little pervert!"

(12)

There were disposable shower caps in the bathroom, and I helped her put one on. My fingers slid through her hair, her ears, and stopped on her shoulder. She stared at me blankly.

"What's wrong...what's wrong...you little pervert didn't bully you..."

"You're the first man to be so nice to me!" "

Really?" I smiled, wrapping my arms around her waist.

"Don't we look like a couple?" she asked with a smile, resting her head against my chest.

"What do you think? Come on, get in the water, don't catch a cold."

I poured the hotel's complimentary hot spring powder into the water, and then we both soaked in the bathtub. I had her turn around so her back was facing me, and I applied some shower gel and massaged her back.

"Are you always this nice to girls?"

"No...don't say that...I'm just going with my feelings..."

"What feelings?" "

It's hard to describe, it's just a feeling of wanting to make you happy."

"That simple?"

"Hmm...maybe, I just like you..." I whispered in her ear, blushing.

"You're so sweet!" she said, feigning anger, looking incredibly cute.

I couldn't help but put my arms around her waist and kiss her cheek. She turned to the side, nestling in my arms like a kitten, her hands on my shoulders.

"Do you like me?" she asked, glancing at me sideways, her eyes watery and captivating.

"Yes!"

"Do you really like me?"

"Really!"

"How much do you like me?"

I kissed her lips, stopping her from asking any more questions... and she ripped off my glasses.

Do I love her? I'm not sure; do I like her? I'm not sure either. In that moment of passionate intimacy, my mind went blank.

I don't know how long we kissed, but she was now straddling me, her arms around my neck, staring at me blankly, her little head lost in thought. The steam in the bathroom was alluring, making her cheeks flushed, radiantly beautiful.

"I'll tell you a secret, I kind of like you too!"

"Yeah, me too." Hearing her say that, my heart skipped a beat.

"So..." "

So what?" "

So you have to accept it..." She pressed her lips against my neck, leaving a hickey.

'Damn it, you secretly planted a hickey.'

"Yeah, leaving a mark so other girls won't see it!"

'It's not like I'm a puppy, I don't need to pee to mark it.' I pouted, pretending to be angry.

'You're so cheeky!' She made a scissor shape with her finger and tried to cut my pouting lips.

Losing her balance, she fell on top of me, burying her face in her chest. I had been keeping a gentlemanly distance, not daring to touch her, but now that she had offered herself up, I couldn't blame her.

'You're so naughty...'

'Mmm.' I continued to trace circles on her breasts with my tongue while gently stroking her back with my hand...

As the kiss continued, she became more and more excited, holding my head in her arms. Our most private parts were occasionally touching slightly, stirring up waves of fantasies. Taking advantage of the moment, I held her hips with both hands, and as she lost herself in passion, I lifted my lower body, letting my body sink into her gentle embrace… A burning heat surged from my lower body, engulfing me in her passion, little by little, seeping into my heart

. “Ah… how could you…” She hurriedly tried to get up, but I held her tightly, unable to move. “I thought you wouldn’t…” Tears welled up in her eyes.

“I’m sorry… else you wouldn’t love me.” I panicked for a moment, explaining my feelings to her in English. I’m really proud; there are some things I can’t say in Chinese.

“Love me? Or just my body?” she replied. “

Both.”

“Really?” “Is it?”

"I swear."

"So, tell me you love me."

"Yes, I love you, I really love you."

"Never lie to me and I will love you forever."

"Your love will be the best gift in my dream."

"Now it's real."

A surge of inexplicable joy welled up inside me, and I kissed her again, our lips entwined, as if pouring out endless love.

In an instant, her closed heart seemed to open completely, and for the first time, she kissed me proactively. Her small tongue gently rolled over her teeth, the tip of her tongue, and her lips, stirring up waves of desire. She still straddled me, my throbbing member slowly reaching the deepest part of her paradise.

"Ah... Sam..." she murmured, a soft cry that resonated deep within my heart.

Her voice was already sweet, but with a touch of breathiness, a hint of shyness, and a subtle, tender affection, it was captivating, utterly mesmerizing.

"I love you... I love you so much..." I whispered in her ear.

"Sam..." she murmured as we moved.

The bathtub water was warm, and the warmth was even more intense in her lower body. Beads of sweat rolled down her forehead, dripping onto me. Seeing that she seemed quite tired, I tenderly held her, kissing her gently, and slowly helped her lie down in the bathtub. Although she tried to stop me, I pulled away from her.

"Were you not enjoying it?" she asked, blushing.

"I was afraid you'd get tired." I kissed her cute little nose.

"You don't want to... finish in there?" "

Let me give you a bath first." I smiled and helped her apply shower gel, stealing a pinch as I did so.

After her bath, I wrapped her in a towel, noticing her hair was still wet, and picked up a hairdryer to dry it. In the mirror, she looked incredibly shy.

Back in bed, I drew the curtains, and we were back in that small, mysterious space. This time, I could finally share the same blanket with her. I lay on top of her, staring blankly at her.

"What are you looking at so lecherously?" "

I'm admiring your beauty." Everything started with another kiss… I playfully kissed her ear, then blew on it.

"You naughty…" she slapped me.

"There's more to come…" I stuck my tongue into her ear canal, and with a "Ah!" she went limp.

Lesbi seemed still caught up in the passion of the bathtub, her hands gripping my buttocks, constantly urging me to go in. I pretended not to notice, refusing to go in no time. It was a matter of strategy; the harder the girl struggled, the easier it was to win her over.

I followed the established steps, kissing my way down from top to bottom. She, not to be outdone, gently grasped my erect penis, sending shivers down my spine. And what followed was even more intoxicating: she gently rubbed it against the spot where it was about to enter. The warm, slippery fluids of desire easily seeped into my heart.

I stubbornly resisted, refusing to penetrate deeply, only probing the entrance; barely an inch deep. She persisted, her legs clamping tightly around my waist, her alluring calls echoing in my ear.

"Sam…ah…Sam…" she cried out passionately.

Even the shallow penetration was enough to ignite my desire. Listening to her voice, gradually rising in intensity.

It was time. With the slowest pace, I pushed against her flowing fluids, deeper and deeper still. Her slender fingertips gradually tightened their grip on my back, sending shivers of pain through me. She held my legs tightly, pushing me forward relentlessly until we reached the very end of her wellspring. The length and depth were perfectly synchronized.

I knew she wanted me to go faster, but sometimes, a slower pace allowed the tidal wave of pleasure to linger longer.

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The tide of desire quietly surged in, engulfing us both. In Lesbi's throbbing, my long-dormant passion erupted like a runaway horse. As the tide receded, Lesbi still trembled in my arms. Gently stroking her hair, gazing at her long eyelashes, love overwhelmed me; I longed to possess her completely.

"I love you..." I whispered, my cheek pressed against hers.

I didn't know if this night of passion was the beginning of happiness or the end... We embraced and drifted off to sleep.

The next day, I woke up to a bright, sunny day. As Lesbi drove me back to my dorm, I just stared blankly at her in the driver's seat, imagining beautiful future scenes. She parked the car under a tree near the dorm and tidied her hair.

"Sam... listen to me, don't be angry..."

"What? Of course I wouldn't be angry with you."

"Let's not see each other again." Her eyes were red.

"Did I do something wrong?" I was truly shocked, my heart felt empty.

"Today... was probably the only time I cheated... I don't want to let her down..."

"I understand, but can't you give us both some time? Didn't you say yesterday you would love me forever?" "

Spring remains the same, but I am wasted away, tears staining my red silk handkerchief. Peach blossoms fall, the pavilion by the idle pond stands, the vows of love remain, but letters cannot be sent. No! No! No!" She gazed out the window, murmuring softly. Tears rolled down her reddened eyes.

"Alas, wrong! Wrong! Wrong!" I thought, realizing she was reciting the second half of Lu You's poem "The Phoenix Hairpin." The last three words of the first half were "wrong, wrong, wrong," and I couldn't help but sigh.

"Sam... I like you, but we shouldn't be together. Be good, you'll definitely meet a better girl than me."

My nose stung with tears... We kissed, tears streaming down our faces. What should have been a sweet kiss was so bitter. I watched her drive away, disappearing from sight. I sat there, hoping she would feel a pang of reluctance and turn back.

I don't know how much time passed, until the wind dried my tears, before I finally trudged back to the dorm. My roommate, Qian, was busy playing computer games.

Qian: "Sam, you're back? Any progress yesterday?" he asked, staring at the screen.

"No, we broke up."

Qian: "Really? Tell me about it." He quickly pressed the pause button and turned around to see what had happened to me.

"I was having a lot of fun yesterday, but..."

I told my roommate everything that had happened yesterday. Of course, I only mentioned that we played some kissing games, not gossip like having sex with her.

Qian: "That's easy, just go to her house and wait for her!"

To be honest, he'd never had a girlfriend before, and I doubted his judgment. "

Dude, if you wait too long, she might kill you."

Qian: "Why don't you think about it? If you don't wait for her, you're guaranteed to break up; but if you succeed, she might give you a chance, and you'll be the one who benefits!" "

Uh? That seems to make sense." "These days, biotechnology is so advanced; it's

not impossible for something as trivial as ivory to come out of a dog's mouth." Qian said, "Anyway, just go and ambush her; it's a sure thing. Do you think she'd advertise it online or post gossip on your site?" "

Exactly, she wouldn't do something like that." I couldn't help but clap my hands, somewhat admiring his insight.

Qian opened a drawer, took out a bottle of Tiger Balm, and tossed it over: "Hehe, first clean that hickey on your neck; it's an eyesore." "

Whoa." I picked up a pillow and threw it back.

But I'm incredibly proud, and I've never had the courage to ambush Lesbian. I stayed in my dorm all day, not going anywhere, but I missed her more and more.

Longing, like streams, flowed into the river of time. Days passed, but the longing grew from a babbling brook into a surging river, slowly eroding the long dam of my heart. She hadn't sent a word; although I knew she lived there, I didn't dare step into the alley.

I had a poor appetite, eating very little each day, and spending far more time daydreaming than reading.

I don't know when, but I developed the bad habit of writing letters, one a day to express my longing for her, wanting to send it to her, but with nowhere to send it. So, every night, I would run to the artificial lake on campus, walk to the spot where we used to fish together, and place the letter on the grass where she had sat.

The school janitors were very diligent every day; when I went back the next evening, the place was always spotless. I wonder if they, the sweepers, would laugh at my obsession when they saw the letter.

As usual, I went to the lake and noticed some cigarette butts next to the letters. They were dirty, and I didn't want those loving letters to lie there alone. So I picked them all up and put them in my pocket. The weather wasn't very good; it was drizzling.

After daydreaming for a while, I returned to my dorm. I emptied my pocket and casually threw the cigarette butts in the trash can.

Qian was busy playing video games, and I, tired, changed my clothes and prepared for bed.

Qian: "Brother, have some decency! Are you so desperate for that girl that you're even writing on cigarette butts?"

"What weird writing? I swear I didn't write that." I got out of bed and looked at the cigarette butts I'd collected. "I miss you." There were words written on the cigarette butts! How strange.

Qian: "That's ridiculous! Every single one of them has something written on it." "

Yeah? Who's so bored that they write something after smoking?"

Qian: "Don't talk about others, you yourself write a bunch of love letters you can't send every day."

"Uh… I'm just unlucky."

Qian: "You should quit smoking. Maybe that Lesbi can't stand your smoking."

"She smokes too, she wouldn't mind!" Suddenly, it occurred to me, Lesbi smokes, could she have put these cigarette butts there? "I have something to do, I'll go first. Throw those cigarette butts away, I'll be back." "

Qian: 'Don't do anything bad, cough cough...'"

I hurriedly changed my clothes and headed straight for the artificial lake, completely forgetting to bring an umbrella.

A light rain was falling by the lake, and a few streetlights flickered on and off. I huddled nearby, trying to avoid the rain and swatting away mosquitoes. Time passed slowly, and my eyelids grew heavy.

Suddenly, raindrops hit my forehead, startling me awake from my half-asleep state. I rubbed my eyes, and there she was, the familiar figure from my dream, standing where I had left the letter. She was holding an umbrella, and in the dim light, I could vaguely see her holding my letter.

She lit a cigarette, gazing at the lake, and slowly puffed on it. I crept up behind her. She extinguished the cigarette, folded the letter, put it in her pocket, picked up a pen, and wrote something on the cigarette butt. Then, she slowly squatted down and lovingly placed the small cigarette butt back where I had been sitting.

"I miss you, too..." I whispered.

I turned around abruptly, and saw her umbrella had fallen to the ground; the two of them were embracing and kissing. My eyes, which I couldn't control, were once again flooded with tears.

"Don't leave me, okay?"

She nodded.

Back in her dorm, neither of us slept a wink that night.

Their relationship finally began to stabilize, but no matter how hard I tried, I could only ever have half of her. Whenever her girlfriend wanted to see her, I had to obediently make time for her.

It was a very strange feeling, truly indescribable. Was I a "third party"? I guess I was, but I couldn't be. She was a girl, without a boyfriend, and not married, so what kind of third party was I? But I couldn't completely ignore it either; she had a girlfriend, and a very close one at that.

I knew perfectly well she was busy that evening, that she was going on a date with someone else, and the person she was dating happened to be a girl. I felt jealous, but I couldn't bring myself to be. I didn't even have a chance to confide in anyone else; how could I tell Qian that my girlfriend actually had a girlfriend? Besides, it wasn't that I didn't know about her situation; I was the one who jumped the queue to be the third party, so I couldn't even find a reason to complain to her. And to make matters

worse, her girlfriend was at our school, so apart from my roommate, no one knew about our relationship. When we met on campus, we could only nod and smile. Even if we wanted to go on a date, I could only confirm with her girlfriend that she wouldn't be there.

My feelings were conflicted and complicated, but I was drowning in this emotional whirlpool, gradually getting used to this life. Anyway, I had the leverage; I could wait until she decided to get married, and then the opportunity would be mine.

Occasionally, I would see Lesbi and her girlfriend walking hand-in-hand on campus. I don't know if it's a psychological issue, but that stunningly beautiful woman looked rather familiar!

Summer vacation has arrived, and our beautiful Miss Lesbi is going to study in the UK for two months. This is something that's unattainable for someone like me from a poor family.

Before she left, she was reluctant to part with me for a long time, telling me to be good and bear with her while she returned home. Luckily, she's going abroad because my graduate advisor and some professors from other institutes have taken on a project and need me to go and support them. If she were in China, I probably wouldn't have time to be with her.

It's a computer music scoring project, and since I'm the only graduate student my professor has who can play the piano, he sent me.

Speaking of playing the piano, that's a long and arduous history for this young master. My dad is a music teacher, and having a music teacher in the family is already rare enough, but having a music teacher as your dad is even rarer. And to make matters worse, my dad is even more concerned with his image than a Leo man. He and his fellow middle school music teachers often have social gatherings, so a whole group of them, with their wives and kids, often get together every weekend.

And of course, when they get together, the adults talk about the children. Music teachers all had pianos, and since the adults were too afraid to compete, they'd have the kids sit on them and play for everyone. It was ostensibly for fun, but the underlying competitive spirit was quite strong.

My dad was terrified of those music teachers' associations when my mom was pregnant with me. So, during her pregnancy, he forced her to learn piano to ensure proper prenatal education. This tactic was very effective; when I was born, even while learning to walk, I'd be climbing onto the piano. To this day, you can still find traces of my snot from back then in the gaps between the keys.

When I was in elementary school, my dad asked the wife of his former piano professor—who had taught him at the music department—to teach me. Of course, the professor's wife also taught piano at a university, the only difference being that it was a national university versus a private one.

I was shocked the first time I went to my piano teacher's house. At that young age, I always imagined a piano to be a small stand upright against a wall. The piano in my teacher's house was shockingly large—two huge, gleaming triangular stands in the living room.

The days of hardship began. While other children could slack off while playing the piano, I couldn't. Everything had to be played according to the fingering and speed in the textbook. The fingering in the etudes was sometimes more difficult, just for training purposes. The teacher would usually provide easier fingering for the children, but I had to follow the steps exactly, playing everything with the difficult fingering. Other children could play slower than the standard speed, but I had to be forced to play at the standard speed.

In those turbulent years, I hated my piano teacher.

Every time I asked her why other children could slack off, she would seriously tell me, "Little one, your father is a music teacher, so you have to accept your fate."

Moreover, my father, afraid that the piano teacher would slack off, would frequently visit his former teacher, my piano teacher's mother-in-law, with gifts. So every time, I was incredibly unlucky. If I played poorly and the madam heard me, she would scold her daughter-in-law; then her daughter-in-law would scold me, and when I got home, my dad would scold me even more, and then the abuse would be even worse.

Sometimes, my piano teacher's family would hold small recitals, and I would be dragged in as a model. The teacher would always tell those lazy music students to look at me, a young kid who wasn't in music class, and that I could play etudes using the fingering from the textbook and at the standard tempo, telling them not to slack off.

So my dad always insisted on taking me to the music teachers' association to show off. From childhood to adulthood, I never lost to other kids. And then my dad would always say, "My kid doesn't play well, he didn't even go to music class!" Clearly, he was mocking other kids who went to music class but still couldn't play the piano well.

So, even back then, my young mind already knew the timeless truth that "adults' happiness is built on children's suffering." Upon arriving at the research institute, I was surprised to find myself needing to work for another professor over the summer because of my piano playing. My animosity towards the piano wasn't just a minor issue.

So, my teacher took me to an art-related institute to meet another professor. The two professors and I, this newbie, discussed things in the lab for ages when suddenly someone knocked on the door.

The moment the door opened, I was startled – it was Lesbi's girlfriend!

Walking the dark a few times really does lead to encountering a good friend, especially walking the dark on campus. The professors introduced themselves; it turned out she was the person I was collaborating with on my project, named Ivory, a graduate of a university's music department who had been admitted.

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