I fucked the female tenant.

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My family lives in a small town. It's a ground-floor house, with shops facing the street on the ground floor for rent. At the beginning of the year, a couple rented the shop downstairs to open an electronics store. The landlady is very attractive, around thirty years old. My house is on the fifth floor, and besides the shop, they also rented a room on the third floor as their bedroom. I live in another room on the third floor. I just graduated from junior college and work in a government agency in this small county. My job mainly involves reading newspapers and surfing the internet. Two elderly men in my office often ask me to do typing for them. Life is quite boring. My parents live on the fourth floor, and I rarely see them except when we eat in the restaurant on the second floor. I usually surf the internet in my room. Occasionally, I go out to bars with friends, but I don't have a girlfriend yet. When I first met this couple, I didn't have any particular feelings for them. The man seemed quite shrewd, tall, and handsome. The woman was a quiet, reserved young woman, well-dressed, and gave off a petite and dependent vibe. I liked them both, so I initially helped them move some lighter items. When they first moved in, they came to my room to say hello. Seeing me using the computer, the female tenant said she wanted to learn, but didn't have time for training, and asked if I could teach her. I was bored after get off work, and seeing that her husband seemed to want me to teach her too, I agreed. At the time, I really didn't have any other intentions; I just taught her to type using simple software like Word. I wonder if anyone else has had the experience of teaching a young woman who knows absolutely nothing about computers to type—it was truly a painful experience. I use Pinyin, but her Pinyin level was really poor, and she had to look at the keyboard to type. I decided to let her familiarize herself with the keyboard first, so I downloaded Kingsoft Typing Tutor, which has a finger placement practice feature, and started her from there. Usually, when she practiced typing in my room, our door was open, and her husband was watching TV in the opposite room, his door also open. So, we honestly took turns teaching and learning. She practiced for at least an hour every day. A week later, I saw that her finger placement was quite good, so I asked her to practice typing the alphabet. Unexpectedly, she only knew how to type on the keyboard and never paid attention to the letters. I was a little angry and scolded her loudly, saying that she had wasted all my time and hadn't learned anything. Perhaps I raised my voice, because her husband came over and asked what was wrong, then looked at me suspiciously. The female tenant quickly clarified what had happened, and when her husband returned to the room, she smiled apologetically at me. I felt I had been a bit harsh, but I was too embarrassed to admit my mistake. I stammered a few words, told her to go back to her room and come back to learn the next day, and gave her a keyboard layout diagram to memorize. After she returned to her room, I overheard their conversation. I didn't quite understand the exact meaning, but it seemed the man wanted the woman to give up, while the woman insisted on learning. Hearing this, I was somewhat moved by the female tenant's spirit. I resolved to teach her properly. The next day, I went to work. Around lunchtime, I heard someone outside my office looking for me. I looked up and saw my female tenant. I quickly went outside, afraid the two old men would find out I taught her computers. Better to avoid trouble. Actually, she didn't want anything else; she just knew I worked there and thought she'd drop by. After a few words, she left. When I returned to my office, Old Man A said to me, "Little K, you've found a good girlfriend! Why don't you come in and sit down?" She wasn't very tall, had a baby face, and looked younger than her actual age. I immediately realized Old Man A had misunderstood, because he had always said he'd introduce me to a girlfriend, apparently a relative. I'd always said I didn't have a girlfriend, so this felt like lying to him. Old Man A was a nice guy, just a bit of a busybody. Just as I was about to explain, Old Man B said, "She doesn't seem like Little K's girlfriend. She looks a bit older than him, and she seems to be married." Old Man B is known for being meticulous, so his observations were also quite thorough. I happily went along with it: "Yes, she's just a friend of mine, and her husband is also a good friend of mine." Since I usually speak very confidently, both old men generally trusted what I said. Old Man A then seized the opportunity and said, "When are you free to meet Little S?" Here we go again. I'm not very comfortable going out with girls. Being with a lot of friends is one thing, but when I'm alone with a girl, I'm afraid I won't be able to keep up with conversations and that there will be awkward silences. So I've always made excuses to avoid meeting Little S. But this time it seems impossible. To avoid arousing Old Man A's suspicion about my "girlfriend" situation, I reluctantly agreed to meet Little S tonight. However, I was also secretly hoping that tonight would be fruitful. Later, she came to see me, saying she had memorized the keyboard layout and wanted to practice in my room. I saw she was really diligent, so I taught her some things besides Windows 7, such as system operations. She learned very quickly, but that's where the problem arose. Single men's computers inevitably have some "movies" saved... I had just finished watching one that day and hadn't had time to delete it when she accidentally opened it. I was so embarrassed... But that damn Reblbyer was so uncooperative; the more I tried to close it, the less I could. The hard drive spun wildly, and a close-up of the video froze. My face felt like it was on fire, but I secretly glanced at her and saw her cheeks were flushed, her eyes were glazed, and her chest was heaving... I quickly and awkwardly said, "Oh, it's... a friend copied it. I... I don't know what it is. Let's stop here for today..." She gave a blank reply and slowly walked away. From her posture and her eyes, I could strongly sense the turmoil within her… This finally made me understand a truth: for a young woman who has never seen porn, the destructive power of porn is devastating. After such an embarrassing experience, computer classes were interrupted for a while, and it felt strange when we occasionally bumped into each other on the stairs… Later, her husband went to Lanzhou on a business trip and has been gone for over a month. During this time, my life remained the same as before, uneventful, and I didn't watch Little S, which Old Man A introduced me to. One day, it was raining heavily outside. I was half asleep when I heard a knock at the door. When I opened it, it was her. She was wearing a semi-transparent silk nightgown with a very short hem. Only then did I realize that this woman with a baby face actually had a devilish figure. Her breasts were almost spilling out, and her snow-white, plump thighs exuded an alluring fragrance… I forced myself to restrain my gaze and asked, “What is it?” “Um, that thing I saw the other day… I want to see it again…” “What thing?” “The one your friend copied for you…” “Oh… that… that… I deleted it a long time ago.” “I don’t believe you. Let me find it.” She rushed to the computer. I reached out to stop her, but accidentally touched one of her breasts. A jolt of electricity shot through my body, and my little brother was already pitching a high tent… That breast was soft but very elastic. I could feel her warm body temperature through her thin nightgown. The tent was clearly there, and the sexy female tenant’s eyes were clearly fixed on my tent. Oh my god! ...I cried out in my heart: "Little brother, little brother, be good...get off me..." But the more I thought about it, the harder it got. "This useless thing," I cursed inwardly. Meanwhile, the female tenant's cheeks were already flushed, and she was breathing heavily. Good heavens, what...what's going on? I could only sit on the bed, grab a magazine and flip through it haphazardly, using it to cover my erection. The female tenant opened my recent documents, just like last time, because she found it there last time, and naturally she would look there again. But could I still have anything in there? I had already deleted it. Seeing that it was gone, she turned around and said: "Really deleted it..." Her face showed immense regret and disappointment. Looking at her fair skin and slightly heaving full breasts behind her thin shirt, I felt really bad and finally couldn't help but say: "It wasn't there, I'll help you look!" As she spoke, she opened my treasured folder named happysky... Luckily, I was prepared and compressed all the pictures and videos into an RBR file. But, but, this mature woman actually learned how to use RBR in just one month.After she extracted all the files, she admired them. I, too, was breathing heavily and immediately made an excuse to leave. I said to the woman in stockings, "Give me a cup of big breasts." Oh no, I misspoke, "I want a cup of large breasts." Oh God, what was I saying? As soon as I turned around, I touched her anus (don't misunderstand, it's the anus on her pajamas). Her two anuses were in a 69 position… My nose was about to burst from the blood rushing to my head. Then this mature woman pushed me down, her two testicles swaying in front of me, and softly said, "I want to eat sausage." My queen, yes sir! My lust ignited, uncontrollable! I straightened up and quickly stripped myself naked. Although I was hurriedly taking off my clothes, she still thought it was too slow. By the time my pants were down, my sister-in-law had already grabbed my penis. My penis was fully erect and exposed! I felt every hair on my head and every toenail on my toes swell up, as if it were filled with air, as if it were about to burst. I grabbed her anus and ripped it off! Her naked body was suddenly exposed: snow-white breasts, erect genitals, bright red nipples, white and tender belly, fine and shiny black pubic hair, pink and plump thighs... everywhere was alluring and captivating, like a fresh and juicy peach. She loved my penis and squeezed it, stroking it up and down a couple of times. "Ah!" I cried out softly, my breath coming in short gasps like a blower. Just then, I felt a strange sensation surge from my lower abdomen, like being electrocuted, and it quickly spread throughout my body. I couldn't withstand the overwhelming feeling, and my body trembled. A thick, white liquid, like paste, gushed out of my penis. She cried out in surprise and quickly let go, but it was too late. The liquid sprayed all over her hand, and then several more spurts came out, covering her stomach and thighs! After I finished, I felt weak, tired, and relaxed. My throat felt clear, the heat subsided, and I felt as if I had melted away. But when I saw the patches of thick fluid on her body, I knew I had made a terrible mistake. I was filled with remorse and nervousness, and I stammered, "You...I...I..." She said sheepishly, "Okay, okay, stop talking, just wipe it off for me." I hurriedly looked for something to wipe myself with, but there was nothing around. So I quickly grabbed my underwear and wiped myself on her. She nodded approvingly, then sighed and said, "You're still too green!" After that, he saw that I was wearing Slubby underwear and immediately said, "You like sexy things too? I have a lot!" Then he ran back to his room to change into a silk set. I felt so good when I saw it and couldn't resist again. He said, "Are you a virgin? Why are you starting again? Come to my room and do some lewd things so you'll get hard faster, otherwise you'll feel uncomfortable." I said, "No, forget it, it feels better for you to have oral sex." He said, "..." That evening, Old Man A arranged for me to meet Little S. I'm never proactive with girls and don't have many female admirers. I'm the kind of person who becomes awkward around girls. Usually, girls don't want to be with me for long (this is my guess, because I rarely spend time with girls), because they think I'm boring. So before I went to see Little S, I was prepared to be dumped by her. Old Man A told me the meeting place was a bookstore, and we even agreed that I'd both be holding a copy of "Gone with the Wind." What a way of meeting people! Although I've never dated any other girls, I know this kind of dating is outdated. Since he'd already arranged everything, saving me the trouble, I didn't care. After get off work, I arrived at the bookstore early. Old Man A said 7 PM, but I arrived at 5:30. Being our first meeting, I was a little nervous. I waited while reading, and around 7 PM, I felt someone tap my shoulder. I turned around and saw a round-faced girl in a light pink suit smiling at me. She was slightly plump, with a curvaceous face, and her smile had a peculiar charm. She seemed to love smiling and was an optimist. My heart tightened, and I suddenly felt flustered. "You...you're Little S?" "What did you think?" she replied with a smile. Oh no, I need to take control. "Let's go." I led her out of the bookstore and into a fast-food restaurant similar to KFC. After sitting down, Little S tidied her long, flowing hair, tossed her head from side to side a couple of times, and then smiled at me. "What would you like to eat?" I asked her. She ordered a spicy burger meal. I took the opportunity to calm myself down while ordering. After sitting down, I started chatting with her. Old Man A had already told her about my basic situation, and what was even more infuriating was that he had shown her my photo. If I had known this, why would I have bothered with "Gone with the Wind"? I knew nothing about her. Little S was two years younger than me and was a kindergarten teacher. She spent all her time with children, which explained why she seemed so happy. Old Man A was actually her uncle; no wonder he was so enthusiastic. I observed Little S closely. She sat there with her back straight, exuding a ladylike charm. When she stood up, she was also upright with her head held high, chest out, back straight, and buttocks perked up, as if she were setting an example for the children all day long. Although she seemed very elegant, I also felt a little sorry for her. That's too childish. It would be better if there were more female tenants. I couldn't help but think...="http://wordena.They compared the two top-tier Japanese and Korean products. They exchanged phone numbers. I got home late that night, around 10 pm. I figured it was too late for her to practice typing anymore, so I washed up, locked the door, and went to sleep. The next morning, I ran into my female tenant in the bathroom. She asked if I'd come home late the night before, and I said yes. She said, "When are you free? I need your help with something." She said she wanted to get a computer so she wouldn't have to bother me so much in the future. But they didn't know anything about computers and wanted me to help her buy one. I readily agreed and we arranged to go to the city center on Saturday to get a computer. For the next two days, I crammed computer magazines and finally got her a configuration list. I thought it was pretty good. On Saturday, my female tenant and I drove two hours from the highway to an electronics market in the city. We spent half a day haggling, changing components, and finally got a monitor computer. I felt the price-performance ratio was good, and the vendor even gave her a battery dust cover and other things. It was already noon, so I suggested we leave the computer there to install the system while we went to eat. Since I often come here, I suggested we go to a steakhouse, something we don't have in our small town. Since we were already there, we figured we might as well go – killing two birds with one stone. The female tenant agreed to my suggestion. So we went to a steakhouse that seemed suitable for couples. I don't know why I chose this kind of place; maybe subconsciously I had some lewd thoughts. This was our first meal together. In the dim light, she seemed a little shy, her head slightly lowered, avoiding my gaze. She didn't seem older than me at all; she was clearly a young girl experiencing her first love. I really wanted to reach out and hold her hand, but I was afraid of what I would do, so I swallowed and held back. Just then, the waiter brought the steaks. While eating, she thanked me repeatedly, her gratitude overflowing. She said she could practice typing in her room from now on, and if she didn't understand something, she could come and ask me, without bothering me every day. I suddenly felt a pang of sadness, a little nostalgic for the days we practiced typing together. "So, you won't be coming to my place anymore?" I asked, my mouth a little dry. She raised her gaze, which had been tilting downwards, her eyes filled with a complex, enigmatic look. "If I don't understand something, I might have to come to your place to ask you. Will you still teach me?" I felt a strange excitement. "Yes, you can ask me anything." (As an aside, don't bring casual friends to places suitable for couples to eat; it's easy for things to get out of hand there.) After the meal, I insisted on paying the bill. Back at the computer shop, the system was already installed. The female tenant gave me the remaining money, which I then gave to the shopkeeper. After the meal, she wasn't as reserved with me as before. On the way home, everyone felt a bit tired. I closed my eyes to rest, and soon felt a slight sensation on my shoulder. I opened my eyes and saw the female tenant's head gently resting on my shoulder; she seemed to have fallen asleep. I remained motionless in that position until we got home. It was already past 3 PM when we got home. Her husband helped carry the computer up to the third floor, then went downstairs to mind the shop. We set it up in her room. Her room was cozy and clean. After assembling the computer, I helped her install some commonly used software. Then I let her try it out herself, while I rested against the sofa in her room. Feeling tired from the journey, I drifted off to sleep listening to the click-clack of her keyboard. In my hazy state, the keyboard clicks stopped. A thin blanket was covered with me, and then a pair of soft hands gently lifted my head, placing a cushion behind it. It felt so comfortable. I pretended not to notice and kept my eyes closed. But after a while, the keyboard clicks I expected didn't return. I opened my eyes a crack and saw her sitting right in front of me, seemingly watching me. I deliberately shifted slightly, and she immediately stood up. After a while, the keyboard clicks resumed. I admit I was a bit of a jerk. I was on my phone, eyes half-open, trying to peek at the female tenant's unusual behavior. What was I expecting? I didn't know myself. But when I saw her take off her coat, my heart pounded. Watching her sit in front of the computer with her back to me, typing, I had a real urge to run over and hug her from behind. But reason prevailed. I controlled my desire. I pretended to have just woken up and yawned. Then I asked her if there was anything wrong with the computer. Of course, a computer that had just had its system installed wouldn't have any problems. I said I'd try. I stood behind her, bent over, and reached my right hand through her right side to hold the mouse. This posture was like holding her in my arms. I could feel her tension. She didn't move at all, sitting there. My breath stirred her hair, and her flowing hair gave off a faint fragrance. I deliberately slipped my left hand over her left side to type, pulling her tightly into my embrace. I felt a surge of intoxication, my mind blank. I didn't know what to do next. Although my hands controlled the keyboard and mouse, I didn't actually operate the computer. Don't laugh, but at this point, I'd never been this close to a woman before; I was still a virgin (except, of course, for sex with my right hand). I didn't know what the right thing to do was. Could I really do what they do in porn? I just stayed in that position, my upper body pressed against her back. We spent about a minute in this blissful, sweet embrace. She whispered, "This must be tiring. Let me stand up, you sit." She gently removed my left hand and stood up. I felt incredibly awkward, mechanically sat down, fiddled with the keyboard and mouse a few times, and then made an excuse to escape to my room. Back home, I repeatedly warned myself not to have any impure thoughts. I needed to focus on normal interaction. I thought of Little S. I hadn't contacted her for so many days; she seemed more suitable for me in terms of age and personality. So I sent her a text message. She replied quickly, saying she'd been busy with parent-teacher conferences at school and hadn't had time to contact me. I knew this was probably an excuse; why would a girl proactively contact you after just one meeting? So I asked her to meet again after the conference, and she readily agreed. My mind gradually calmed down. This was the life I should be living. I started deliberately distracting myself, trying to forget about the female tenant across the hall. I thought about all of Little S's good qualities, but every time I thought of Little S's virtues, I compared her to the female tenant. The more I thought about Little S, the more deeply the female tenant was etched into my mind. I spent a sleepless night like this. The next day was Sunday, and the weather was nice. I got up early, as usual, and went to the square in the center of the county to play volleyball and badminton with some friends, both acquaintances and strangers, who were exercising. I was getting into it when I suddenly heard someone call my name. I often come here on weekends and know quite a few people there. I casually answered without turning around. But then I felt a tap on my shoulder—a familiar feeling; I knew it was Little S without even turning around. I quickly responded, dodging the flying volleyball, and turned to Little S.I saw her dressed in a sky-blue tracksuit, a wristband on her right wrist, a badminton racket in her hand, and a bright, sunny smile on her face. "I've never seen you before. Do you come here often?" I asked. As we walked, she replied, "That's because you haven't noticed me before. But I didn't come very often before, recently I've been trying to lose weight, hehe. So, want to learn my skills?" I've never been afraid of anyone when it comes to badminton; I often appear on this court as a "coach." So I showed her my skills until she begged for mercy and asked me to teach her the tricks of the trade. I always readily obliged such legitimate requests from beautiful girls, sharing all my knowledge. I also discovered that only on the sports court did I have this absolute "control" over this girl. This exhilarating feeling was something I longed for. Time flew by, and almost everyone who had been exercising early had left. Looking at Little S, drenched in sweat, I said, "That's enough. You've exceeded your exercise limit for today. Let's do it again later." Little S said, "You're amazing! I didn't know you were so good at badminton. I want to ask you to be my personal coach. As a way of formally becoming my student, I'll treat you to breakfast." She knew I couldn't refuse her offer; she was quite bold. I never imagined that a morning exercise session would lead to me taking on a "student." I saw this unexpected joy as a manifestation of fate, as if it were something that would happen naturally. It's like how my family used to worry that I wouldn't be able to find a wife, but I always felt it was just a matter of timing. Now I feel the time is right. For the next period, our relationship progressed rapidly. We were like a couple deeply in love (which was practically what we were). But for some reason, I felt uneasy about my feelings for Little S. When we were together, she was always the center of attention. When chatting with friends, the conversation would almost always revolve around her. When we went to karaoke, I could only watch from the sidelines as she became the absolute focus in public. The more I interacted with her, the more I realized how outstanding she was. The more outstanding a girl is, the less confident I felt about being with her. But Little S has a natural charm that draws attention; even her casual actions attract eye-catching glances. During this time, the relationship between the female tenant and me remained uneventful. Occasionally, I would help her with some computer problems, but only at night when the male tenant was also present. I could tell that the male tenant had absolutely no interest in computers; he just stared at the TV in the room. About two months after the female tenant started using a computer, she had basically learned to touch type, and typing speed was now the only issue. I helped her connect to broadband and register for QQ.The female tenant would tidy her room and then sit in front of the computer every day. The male tenant, perhaps feeling neglected, often went out. When he wasn't in the room, and I wasn't with Xiao S, I would teach her how to use various simple and commonly used software. She improved very quickly; it was hard to believe such a quiet person was so intelligent. One day, she told me she wanted to buy a webcam, but there was nowhere to buy one around here, so she'd probably have to go to the city center. She said she wanted me to go with her. But I already had plans with Xiao S that weekend, so I honestly told her I didn't have time. After hearing this, she lowered her head and after a while said, "Then I'll make plans in advance next time. My girlfriend is more important." I could hear her disappointment. I really wanted to go to the city center with her regardless, but I had already made plans with someone else, and I couldn't break my promise. Besides, my feelings for Xiao S were growing stronger, and I really enjoyed being with her. After we got QQ accounts, she immediately added me as a friend. So, we often chatted on QQ, one in the room across from the other, the other in my own. It seemed boring, but the thought of chatting with her made me incredibly excited. One day, she asked me, "Have you had sex with your girlfriend?" I was at a loss for words. After waiting a while and seeing no reply, she sent a smiley face and said, "Still a virgin, my husband is going to Guangzhou for a business trip tomorrow. Come to my room." But then, near the weekend, Little S suddenly said she had something to do and canceled our date. When this news reached my female roommate, she was overjoyed. She asked if I could drive, saying her friend's car would be convenient. I hadn't driven in a long time, and my hands were itching, so I agreed to drive. We set off at seven in the morning. When we reached the highway entrance, my female roommate said she didn't want to go on the highway, as there weren't many cars on the national highway. So we slowly drove along the national highway at about 50 or 60 kilometers per hour. The weather was truly lovely today. The rapeseed flowers blooming all over the mountains and fields along the way were mesmerizing. Occasionally, we'd see barefoot farmers herding cattle along the country lanes, making us feel as if summer had already arrived and we were on vacation. "This is so relaxing," the female tenant said cheerfully. "I really want to walk among these rapeseed flowers." "I'm a little tired from driving. How about we stop the car and take a walk in the fields?" I found an open space and parked the car there. We got out of the car and were immediately surrounded by a sea of flowers. The female tenant was delighted, picking a large bunch of yellow rapeseed flowers. I jokingly called her a "virgin," and she playfully punched me, then wanted to punish me by making her put flowers in her hair. I chose the prettiest one and carefully tucked it behind her ear. Looking at her beautiful face so close to mine, I couldn't resist and gently kissed her left cheek. For a moment, both of our faces flushed. She touched the flower I had helped her put on her head and said, "Does it look pretty like this?" "You're beautiful with or without the flower," I replied, a little embarrassed, my voice trembling. "Do you like me?" I hadn't expected her to ask so directly. I was flustered. "I like you!" "Will you be my boyfriend for a day?" After receiving my affirmative answer, the female tenant took my hand and we walked slowly through the flowerbeds. I felt like I was dreaming. Such beautiful scenery, such a beautiful woman—all of this at once, I had it all. I couldn't tell if it was reality or a dream. On a small mound, we sat there, embracing each other. Her head rested on my shoulder, and I gently stroked her hair, occasionally inhaling the fragrance of her hair. "He (referring to her husband) and I were betrothed as children, and we'd never met before we got married. After we got married, we were always busy with the shop's business, and I never went out with him. After meeting you, I hoped that one day I could lean on you and whisper sweet nothings to you. I'm already very content with that; I don't dare to hope for more." We continued driving to the city center, ate at our usual spot, and then I accompanied my female tenant shopping. Women naturally love shopping for clothes, so I became her appraiser. I also had a feast for the eyes; everything she wore fit her perfectly. That day, she had her hair in a ponytail and looked to be only in her early twenties. The sales assistants in the clothing store all assumed we were a couple, and kept praising her beauty and how well she looked in her clothes. I was completely smitten. I held her hand and stood at the fitting room door, being the first spectator as she came out wearing her new clothes. "The zipper in the back won't go up; can you help me?" My female tenant opened the door a crack and beckoned to me. I slipped inside, and the female tenant closed the door. The zipper on her dress was stuck at the neckline; I couldn't pull it up. I pulled down a bit, but I pulled too hard, and it went all the way up to her waist. Her white tank top was suddenly exposed. She didn't react much; she just turned her back to me and waited for me to zip it up. I didn't zip it up immediately, but I felt I should do something. I put my hands inside her dress and gently supported her waist. Now I understood why people often use "wasp waist" to describe a woman's waist. A woman's waist, like her neck, connects the two ends. I was sure that if I used even a little force, her waist would break. The female tenant trembled slightly, and her face flushed. She placed her hands on mine and slowly turned to look at me. I couldn't hold back any longer; I kissed her lips hard, giving her my first kiss. She gently avoided my tongue, but I persisted. Soon she gave up resisting, and under the teasing of my tongue, she slowly went from passive to active, returning my kisses. I couldn't resist any longer; my hands went where they shouldn't, roughly grasping. In the heat of passion, she pushed me away, making a gesture for quiet. She whispered, "This isn't appropriate here." I regained my composure, helped her put her clothes back on, and we went outside. As we paid the bill, the shopkeeper seemed to have a slight smile on her lips. I guessed she had heard us inside, and I quickly fled, blushing. Walking down the street, my heart was filled with joy, and my desire surged. I forgot everything—the male tenant, Little S—only the two of us existed. We walked down the street, one arm around her waist, the other holding her hand. She leaned almost entirely against me, brazenly engaging in intimate acts we shouldn't have in this unfamiliar city, in a place where no one knew us. In this city, morality and etiquette seemed unable to restrain our actions. But time had to bring our brief romantic getaway to an end. As darkness fell, we didn't want to go home. I drove, but not towards home. I drove to the end of a main road, to an undeveloped area of the city, where the road ended. There were no streetlights, so I parked there. A car is a wonderful thing; it's like a mobile room, giving you a sense of security even in the suburbs. The enclosed space and quiet environment made us lose control. We kissed and caressed each other passionately. I slipped my hands inside her clothes, gently squeezing her breasts, and she kissed my chest in return. A tingling, itchy sensation stimulated me. I pulled off her clothes, revealing her bare upper body to me for the first time. I wanted to see her flushed face, to let her be completely open with me, and then I hugged her tightly. I wanted to have her immediately, but as my hand moved down, she stopped me: "Did you bring a condom? It's not a safe period today." The price of inexperience! I couldn't have sex with her without protection. I said, "I'll drive to buy one." Just then, her phone rang. It was a friend of the male tenant, calling because her husband had gotten into a fight at a bar and was injured by a group of thugs; he was in the hospital. We were silent for two minutes. "I'm sorry, let's go back," she said. I slammed my hand on the steering wheel, and the car made a sharp turn, heading home. We didn't say a word on the way. On the highway, I floored the gas pedal, reaching 150 km/h. She looked at me apologetically. After exiting the highway, I took her straight to the hospital. Actually, the male tenant wasn't seriously injured, but the doctor still required him to stay in the hospital for observation for a couple more days. So, for those few days, only the female tenant was home. The first night, the female tenant didn't go home from the hospital. The next day happened to be Sunday, and I bought some fruit to visit the patient at the hospital, but my real purpose was also to see the female tenant. When I saw her, she was feeding her husband porridge. She was a kind person, and I knew she was feeling guilty. If she had stayed home with her husband, he wouldn't have gone to the bar and been beaten up. The male tenant seemed to be enjoying the happiness the thugs were giving him, appearing refreshed and energetic.The female tenant clearly hadn't slept well last night; she had heavy dark circles under her eyes. The hospital bed was small, and the two of them were squeezing into one, plus they had to take care of the patient, so of course they couldn't get a good night's sleep. "The shop needs to be open during the day, so you go back and watch the shop. I'm fine here. Don't sleep here tonight; there's not enough room. You'll be in charge of the house for the next few days," he told the female tenant. That's business for you. What's the big deal about closing for a day or two? The female tenant is so tired; why not let her rest for a morning? Back home, the female tenant was busy in the shop by herself. Since it was my day off, I helped her with some small things, like moving things. Around noon, Little S suddenly appeared in front of me. She seemed surprised, so I quickly explained that the male tenant was injured and hospitalized, and I was just helping out since I had some free time. Little S had come to my house to see me, and the female tenant quickly poured her some tea. Women always flatter each other when they're together. They both said the other was beautiful, and in no time they went from complete strangers to being closer than I was, leaving me feeling left out. After their chatter, I went with Little S to my room. Little S asked why I didn't go to play ball that morning, and I explained that I skipped it to visit the male roommate. Little S went upstairs to the dining room to say hello to my mother, and she invited her to stay for lunch. My mother really liked Little S's cheerful personality, and the two of them chatted a lot about cooking techniques. I really wonder how Little S can talk to just about anyone!

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