[Urban] A Nobody's Romantic Encounter (Complete) - 7-9

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Chapter 19 Xu Youlan's First Experience of Lovemaking

As time passed, Xu Youlan's warmth gradually spread, and I slowly regained feeling in my hands and feet, slowly regaining my ability to move. But Xu Youlan's body grew colder and colder, so cold that she trembled slightly. She looked up at me, and I saw that her lips were already a deep purple, and her teeth were chattering loudly. It seemed that she was about to collapse.

No, this couldn't go on any longer, or we would both freeze to death.

I snorted, signaling to her that I was waking up. Xu Youlan's expression changed slightly, and she struggled to get up and leave me. I opened my eyes and met her panicked eyes. I held her tightly with both hands, preventing her from getting up.

"...You...hehe...you...hehe, you bastard...hehe...you're awake...hehe, cold...hehe...I...hehe...I want to get up...hehe..." Xu Youlan shivered, speaking intermittently.

I gazed at her, my eyes filled with sincere gratitude, and said tenderly, "Don't get up. You're very cold now. If you get up, you'll freeze, and we'll both freeze to death."

"...Then...hehe...what should we do...hehe...you tell me...hehe," Xu Youlan managed to say, trying to remain calm, but her chest was still heaving.

"I...I don't know either..."

I didn't know what to do either.

Xu Youlan's large, watery eyes remained fixed on me. I racked my brains for a few moments, and suddenly an idea flashed into my mind, but I couldn't bring myself to say it aloud.

I looked at her, and she looked at me. We were both silent. The cold seeped in bit by bit; if we didn't decide soon, we would both freeze to death. My teeth were chattering, which made me determined. I said, "...I said, ah...hehe...I've thought of a way, hehe...it's...hehe...it's...hehe...we need to...hehe...exercise...hehe..."

"Hehe...what...hehe...exercise?...hehe...what kind of exercise...you tell me...hehe..."

Xu Youlan was a little dazed from the cold, looking at me anxiously.

"...Oh...well...have you seen...hehe...see porn...in the snow...hehe...making love...hehe...as long as we...hehe...are like them...hehe...we won't be cold...hehehehe..."

I said, shivering violently.

"You...hehe...bastard...hehe...hehehehe..."

Xu Youlan said angrily, her eyes filled with rage.

"...Hehehehe...then tell me...hehehehe...what to do...hehehehe..."

My body grew colder, shivering more violently, and I said in a daze, "...hehehehehe...life is important...hehehehe...everything else...hehehehehe...is unimportant...hehehehehe."

Xu Youlan: "Hehehehehe...hehehehe...hehehehehe." Her eyes flickered with hesitation and determination, several expressions flashing across her face in an instant. Then tears welled up in her eyes and streamed down her cheeks, dripping onto my face, cold and tinged with sadness. After a while, she nodded to me, burying her head in shame beside my head, no longer daring to look at me. I heard increasingly rapid shivers in my ears; her hands and feet were trembling, very cold.

Her helpless yet wounded expression filled my heart with boundless tenderness. I felt no lust whatsoever, only a desire to escape my current predicament as soon as possible. I channeled all the heat in my body down to my genitals, and my penis slowly warmed up. Xu Youlan's warm, soft vagina accelerated its erection. After several attempts, my penis became thick and large, with almost all the heat in my body concentrated there.

Xu Youlan must have sensed the change in my penis. She looked up at me in alarm, her eyes filled with shame, anger, helplessness, and curiosity. But she still slightly raised her hips and gently shifted, aligning her vaginal opening with my penis. I looked at her with infinite tenderness, and gently thrust my penis forward. The glans slipped through a slippery tuft of pubic hair, parted the two fleshy, somewhat cold labia, and touched a tight opening. I gently inserted it, and a burst of hot air rose up. As it slowly advanced, the glans encountered a thin membrane, making my heart pound with astonishment.

I looked at Xu Youlan, and saw that she had shyly closed her eyes, her face flushed, her mouth tightly shut, and her lips, which had turned purple from the cold, were now tinged with a faint red. Without hesitation, I gently broke through the thin membrane, and a warm liquid quickly enveloped my penis, followed by an even warmer liquid that flowed in from within,

allowing my penis to slide in unimpeded, completely to the root. Xu Youlan cried out, "Ah...it hurts...it hurts..." Her heart was pounding, her face contorted in pain, yet also with a hint of novelty. I stopped thrusting, carefully holding her, trying to keep her warm.

When her emotions had calmed down a bit, I slowly withdrew my penis. Her body jerked violently, and I could hear her heavy breathing. Her face showed a mixture of pain and pleasure, her breath sweet as orchids. A deeper blush spread across her pretty oval face, extending to her ears, which were now completely red. Tears streamed uncontrollably from her eyes, making her face as delicate and beautiful as a peach blossom in the rain. My heart was captivated, a numbing pain shooting through it.

I thrust slowly, gently, feeling the thin membrane scrape lightly against my penis. A surge of tenderness washed over me, devoid of any lust or evil thoughts. The tender folds of her vagina, so fresh and new, curiously explored my penis, like a child just waking, rubbing it with its tiny hands, savoring the pleasure I brought. When I thrust in, those folds, like mischievous children, would lie down; when I pulled out, they would playfully chase after me, rubbing, hitting, and biting.

She was still a virgin! God, why are you torturing me like this, forcing me to have sex with a beautiful virgin in this state? Isn't that trying to kill me? How can I ever make it up to her? God, tell me! What should I do?! I was utterly shocked, completely stunned. Every sensation was incredibly clear; I wanted to imprint every single feeling into my mind. My headache was gone, and waves of divine pleasure surged through my lower body. My heart was filled with satisfaction, utterly blissful.

Xu Youlan was shedding tears, and my heart was weeping too. I had wronged her, I could die a thousand times over, but we had no choice. God, are you playing me like this?

I slightly increased the speed of my thrusting, and Xu Youlan's moans escaped uncontrollably. Her face was dazed, her beautiful eyes half-closed, her small mouth rosy, radiating a captivating allure. Xu Youlan slightly raised her hips, her hands gently resting on my chest, but she dared not move. I could only continue thrusting my lower body, letting my penis slide in and out of her vagina.

With each thrust, waves of pleasure rose from my lower body, filling my limbs with a warm heat. The cold, numb feeling in my hands and feet tried to escape, but it vanished without a trace. Xu Youlan and I slowly warmed up. My hands encircled Xu Youlan's slender waist, gently caressing her smooth, supple skin. Then, I slowly moved forward, touching her firm, rounded buttocks, pressing lightly against them. My fingers bounced back firmly. Xu Youlan opened her beautiful eyes, glaring at me reproachfully. Seeing this, my heart surged again, almost to the point of ecstasy.

More vaginal fluid flowed out, and I thrust faster, the point of contact between our genitals making a series of wet, gurgling sounds. The sounds made Xu Youlan even more shy, her eyes no longer daring to look at me. Later, she curiously looked down at her genitals. She must have seen my grotesque, crude-looking thing thrusting into her honeypot, and she cried out in a tearful voice, "This...this ugly thing, waah...I can't live anymore...it's so ugly...waah..."

I couldn't tell if she was excited, sad, or reluctant to give up the pleasure that big thing brought her. Anyway, she cried, but didn't make any further moves.

She wiped away her tears, looked at me, and said fiercely yet with a hint of coquettishness, "You...you super bastard, big bastard, I'm so ripped off!"

Then, she bit my shoulder hard, and I let out a scream. She looked up, "I'll bite you to death, I'll bite you to death, you big bad guy, you big bastard!"

I looked down at my shoulder and saw a ring of teeth marks, faintly stained with blood. This...this girl really bit, but my heart was filled with tenderness, and I didn't hold it against her. I just chuckled at her and continued to thrust my penis faster, making her folds of flesh roll and roll, experiencing pleasure beyond measure. Her expression told me she was immersed in wave after wave of pleasure. Sometimes she closed her eyes, carefully savoring the pleasure in her lower body; sometimes she frowned, trying to resist the intense stimulation I was giving her.

I lifted her hips high and continued thrusting rapidly. Suddenly, her body trembled, and she collapsed forward, her body stiffening, her hands gripping my shoulders tightly. She let out a muffled groan in my ear, followed by another. Her tight vagina contracted violently, pulling my penis rapidly deeper inside. Streams of hot vaginal fluid splashed onto my glans, making my entire penis feel like it was immersed in molten lava, quickly burning down to the base and spreading to my scrotum. Wow, this girl's orgasm is really unique.

Her whole body convulsed intermittently, short, delicate moans coming one after another, without ceasing for a long time. I inserted my penis as deep as possible, feeling the hot folds of flesh and the churning vaginal fluid. Some liquid flowed down my penis, dripping onto my skin, warm.

The intense thrusting had made me oblivious to the cold. The wind was still blowing and the rain was still falling outside, but I felt as if I had instantly ascended from hell to heaven. All the previous unpleasantness had vanished, replaced by a deep tenderness and an indescribable feeling of happiness.

For a long, long time, Xu Youlan propped herself up with her hands, the blush fading from her face, her expression dazed, her small mouth panting softly. Her large breasts trembled slightly with her heartbeat, her two red nipples hardening into long, erect lines. She was still immersed in the afterglow of her orgasm.

"...Am I...am I dead?...How...how could this be?...Was I dreaming just now?...Why is the whole world so colorful?...This feeling...is so beautiful, you...you know? I...am not dead, am I?... "

Xu Youlan stammered, her expression astonished, yet seemingly filled with endless longing. Her face radiant, as if in a dream, leaving me mesmerized.

"You're not dead, you've had an orgasm."

I gently hugged her and said, "Not every woman feels this way."

"An orgasm..."

"Yes, an orgasm."

Xu Youlan looked at me for a long time, a blush rising on her face again.

"...An orgasm?...I...I want more..."

"..."

"I want it, I want an orgasm."

Xu Youlan's voice was soft and sweet.

"...Let's...let's switch positions, okay? That way you'll come faster."

I said tenderly, my feelings deep and sincere.

Xu Youlan nodded gently, her eyelashes fluttering, and got up from my penis, switching positions with me, lying back on the chair. She looked down at her genitals, and there was a patch of crimson in the dark pubic hair. She cried out, "I'm bleeding, what...what's going on?"

"It's okay, it's normal for the first time. Does it hurt?"

I said.

"It doesn't hurt, I don't feel anything."

She touched her vagina with her hand, her hand stained with blood. She looked at it, then touched her vagina a few more times, and said, "Bring me those panties over there."

"Okay," I replied, turning my head to hand her the barely-there panties. She picked up the panties and wiped the blood off her vagina, then wiped the blood off my penis. She no longer thought my penis was ugly. Then, she put the panties aside, lay back down on the seat, her thighs spread wide, and fiddled with her vagina for a while before saying to me, "Come...come on."

I pounced on her like a hungry wolf, pressing my upper body tightly against her. One of her small hands hooked around my neck, and the other wrapped around my waist. I inserted my penis into her tight vagina again, and Xu Youlan let out a painful groan. I asked with concern, "Does it hurt?"

"...No...it doesn't hurt, it's okay..."

she replied with a soft groan.

I quickened my thrusting, and Xu Youlan let out a series of moans. Her face flushed, her ears turned red, her lips pouted slightly, and she panted softly. Her vagina was hot and wet, and her juices quickly soaked my penis, some even flowing down to my scrotum. I could feel the droplets splashing onto her thighs with each movement of my scrotum.

Xu Youlan looked at me tenderly, her eyes filled with a dazed infatuation. She no longer saw me as the scoundrel she had been before, the one she had wanted to skin alive. She held me tightly, making my thrusting easier. Her initial moans grew softer, then became a jumbled groan, until finally, her expression became dazed and she cried out excitedly.

Her lower body twisted and turned, moving in sync with my movements, directing my glans to where she wanted it to hit. As my penis entered, I seemed to hear the folds of flesh emitting cries of intense pleasure. When I pulled out, those folds clung tightly, unwilling to let go. The walls of her vagina seemed to cheer, surrounding my thick penis, making full contact, tightly enveloping it, pulling and stretching it. Rings of flesh, layer upon layer, sucked and pulled at my glans, waves of wondrous pleasure crashing over me. The urge to ejaculate was particularly intense; I almost lost control.

I held my breath, using strong willpower to suppress the urge to ejaculate, and continued to thrust violently and rapidly.

My ears were filled with Xu Youlan's loud and joyful shouts, and the point of contact between our genitals made loud "splish, splish" sounds. The pubic hair on both of our genitals was no longer disheveled; it was wet with vaginal fluid, sticky and clinging to our vulva, vagina, and penis. The smell of the vaginal fluid evaporating from the intense friction filled my nostrils, smelling both pungent and erotic, yet carrying a faint fragrance of virginity.

I roused my penis until it was thick and hard, continuing to thrust violently with all my might, my only thought being to make the woman beneath me feel even more pleasure and joy. Xu Youlan opened her mouth wide, her eyes wide open, and cried out loudly: "...Ah...ah ah...I...I'm going to die...ah...ah...so good...ah...good...so good...oh...uh...I'm dying, I'm dying...I can't take it anymore...oh..."

I continued to thrust without restraint, like a pile driver with a powerful motor, thrusting incessantly. Xu Youlan's whole body was covered in a fine layer of sweat, her snow-white thighs sometimes tightly clamping my waist, sometimes spreading apart in the ecstasy of pleasure; her hands were tightly clasped, holding me tightly; her face was flushed and confused, screaming incessantly. Her nipples were erect and hard, scraping against my pectoral muscles with the trembling of her breasts, their burning heat as astonishing as two red-hot charcoal pieces.

Finally, in a long, full-frequency, and most frenzied thrusting, Xu Youlan's wide-open eyes were filled with fear, and her body stiffened. She stopped crying out, quiet, quiet, then a suppressed moan, clearly altered in tone, suddenly erupted. Her lower body seemed to have opened a floodgate, and surging waves of hot, lustful fluids surged uncontrollably; the folds of flesh surrounding my penis furiously constricted it, like a swallowing black hole sucking and squeezing it, the hot semen bursting forth with nowhere to escape, the passage burning hot, the urethral opening burning hot, the penis trembling, the glans bulging, several times larger, the white semen and the red tide of lustful fluids meeting impatiently, mingling and embracing each other joyfully, no longer distinguishable.

Xu Youlan's head rested on my shoulder, her chin firmly against it, her limbs entwined around me like a clawed fish, as if trying to merge her whole being with me. Her body convulsed uncontrollably, the intervals long but powerful; I could barely hear her breathing, even if I did, it was heavy. Her soft, moist vagina contracted and writhed incessantly, sucking and squeezing even after my penis had ejaculated, each thrust more forceful than the last. My penis followed suit, responding, repeating the action of ejaculation again and again, shooting empty shots until my testicles ached and I could no longer ejaculate.

We reached a perfect orgasm. She was drenched in sweat, and I felt completely relaxed.

After a long, long time, Xu Youlan let out a soft moan and slowly released me. I gently placed her back on the seat. Her face was flushed, filled with extreme embarrassment. Her tightly closed eyelids slowly opened, and in her beautiful eyes, now devoid of desire, lay a deep pool of autumn water, alluring and captivating.

"I've come back from the dead,"

she said, her gaze fixed on me, her small lips a vibrant red, slightly panting.

I leaned down, cupped her face, and gently kissed her lips. She tried to escape but had nowhere to run. After a struggle, she gave up, letting me kiss her passionately. When my tongue pried open her lips and teeth, exploring her mouth, her big eyes widened in surprise. I didn't care; I went deeper and deeper until she responded to my kiss, passionately sucking my tongue back. Our lips met, saliva exchanged, and a sweet fragrance filled the air. Her expression was once again intoxicated, her heart pounding again. Her small hands gently rested on my shoulders. My large hands kneaded and massaged her soft breasts, the sensation incredibly pleasurable.

Just then, I pulled away from her lips. Her lips chased after me, but missed. She lightly raised her small hand and slapped my chest, angrily saying, "You big bad guy."

Her face was incredibly delicate, and blushes rose in patches.

I straightened my upper body and gently withdrew my penis. A splashing sound came from her vagina, and with the withdrawal of my glans, a loud "plop" followed, and her vagina sprayed out like spitting saliva, spraying a gush of semen mixed with vaginal fluid all over my penis, the milky white liquid dripping down my scrotum. The gushing vagina then twitched again, and a large bubbly fluid bubble emerged, expanding continuously before bursting. An extremely lewd scene of genitalia appeared before Xu Youlan and me without our knowledge.

She was watching, and I was watching too.

"Wow, how come you have so much water inside, little girl? Really a lot,"

I couldn't help but exclaim in amazement.

"...You..."

Xu Youlan's face was flushed crimson. Looking at the filthy mess on her lower body, she wanted to be angry but couldn't. Finally, she said in a fit of rage, "You bastard!... Waaah, I don't want to live anymore..."

I hugged her, and she sobbed against my shoulder, her small fists pounding my chest again and again, "...Waaah... Waaah... I don't want to live anymore... I don't want to live anymore... Waaah..."

I gently patted her back, comforting her like a child.

After a long while, she finally stopped crying, wiped away her tears, rubbed her nose, reached for her panties, and wiped her lower body herself, glaring at me with hatred. After wiping, she subconsciously threw the panties at my face, scolding, "Wipe yourself!"

I took the panties off my face, deliberately held them to my nose and sniffed, a pungent smell mixed with the scent of her vaginal fluid, intoxicatingly sweet.

"...You..."

Seeing this, Xu Youlan got up and pounced on me, trying to snatch the underwear from my hand. "Bastard! You rotten bastard!"

"Alright, alright, I won't bother you anymore. I'll wipe it myself, I'll wipe it myself."

I said with a smile, dodging her pursuit, and used the underwear to wipe the semen off my penis. The soft fabric brushed against my glans, the touch was wonderful, and a wave of lust rose within me again.

Seeing her underwear being used to wipe my penis, Xu Youlan's face was both angry and annoyed, and her face turned bright red. She simply stopped looking at me, picked up her crumpled coat and put it on, then gathered the clothes scattered around and hung them out to dry in various places in the car. My underwear was hung to dry at the front of the car, and I casually spread out the very thin underwear I was holding and hung it up there as well.

"Let's go to sleep,"

Xu Youlan said. "

Let's go to sleep?" Uh—those two words really made my mind wander, and I felt a sweet warmth in my heart.

I lay back in my seat and stretched out my arms to her. She opened her coat with a look of annoyance, leaned over and threw herself into my arms. Her large breasts pressed softly against me, the touch of her pubic hair smooth as silk. I almost got an erection again, and it took a lot of effort to calm myself down. I swallowed hard and suppressed the strong urge.

Xu Youlan covered herself with her coat, rested her head on my chest, and said, "Behave yourself, don't touch me like that. Don't get that thing up, or I'll... I'll cut it off."

"Okay,"

I said, but my hand around her slender waist unconsciously caressed her gently. Xu Youlan didn't say anything.

After a while, she suddenly said, "Did I do something wrong tonight?"

I was taken aback, and said casually, "We're a man and a woman alone tonight, what good could we possibly do? Dry wood and a raging fire, it wouldn't make sense if we didn't ignite it, would it?"

Xu Youlan raised her head, glared at me,

and said, "If you say another word, you can sleep outside." After a while, she leaned back against my chest and said again, "...And you're wrong, we're like wet wood, two enemies, anger set us on fire."

"..."

"Don't you dare say another word."

She suddenly raised her head again, gritting her teeth as she warned me, and then leaned back down.

"..."

I couldn't sleep for a moment, and looked around.

I then realized that when Xu Youlan's underwear was drying, it was right next to mine, one big and one small, lying side by side, in an extremely ambiguous position. The spots on Xu Youlan's white underwear, some red and some white, seemed to tell the story of our passionate night together.

Xu Youlan suddenly stood up and turned off the car's roof light, plunging the interior into darkness. The sounds outside were clearly audible; the rain had stopped sometime earlier, and it didn't seem so cold anymore. I held Xu Youlan tightly, pressing her close to me, not wanting her to catch a cold. I placed a hand on her shapely buttocks to check her temperature—thankfully, she was warm. Xu Youlan gave an annoyed snort and pinched my nipple hard with her small hand. I cried out in pain, and then the car fell silent again. Her cheek, pressed against my chest, grew hot.

A beautiful woman in my arms, warm as spring.

A rain shower, a night of passion, a captivatingly perfect woman. "God, if you like to play these games, then please play them on me a few more times," I thought to myself, the echo lingering long afterward.

Chapter 20 Feeling Lost

When I woke up, Xu Youlan was already dressed and sitting in the driver's seat. She had regained

the expression she had when we first met; a hint of weariness clung to her cold, beautiful face, her fiery red lips were tightly closed, and her eyes were gazing out the windshield, lost in some unknown place. Outside, the rain had stopped, the sun was shining brightly, and the chirping of insects could be heard intermittently.

I was still covered with Xu Youlan's silver-gray thin coat, very carefully and tightly. I saw a huge boulder standing upright in front of the car, its sharp triangular edge embedded in the corner of the hood. Headlights and metal fragments were scattered all over the ground, and the partially exposed engine seemed to be damaged as well. It turned out that last night, Xu Youlan hadn't expected the boulder to roll down the road when she was turning, and had crashed into it unexpectedly, forcing her to stop.

I snorted. Xu Youlan turned around, glanced at me expressionlessly, and her stunningly beautiful face stirred my heart again. She was truly beautiful. I smiled at her, and she silently opened the car door and got out. She stood a short distance away, one arm crossed over the other, head bowed, her boots fiddling with a small stone.

I lifted my coat, naked, and fumbled for my clothes, putting them on one by one. They were still damp, but I had to. After dressing, I took the coat, opened the car door, and got out. Xu Youlan didn't turn to look at me, still kicking the stone. I didn't know how to start a conversation, and we just stood there.

I couldn't figure out what Xu Youlan was thinking, and I didn't know what to do. In unclear situations, I usually remain silent. But inwardly, I sighed, thinking that when people are naked, everything is simple, but when layers of clothing are put on, it becomes so complex that even the most precise computer cannot predict it.

After a long pause, I walked over to Xu Youlan and handed her my coat. She turned around, took it, and without looking at me, said, "Let's go."

Then she walked on her own, stepping over several large stones in the middle of the road. I followed silently behind, my hands in my pockets, my clothes covered in mud stains.

We walked about three or four meters apart. Her thin heels made walking difficult on the uneven, wet surface; her boots clattered, and her ankles wobbled.

We walked in silence. My phone was wet and wouldn't light up; I guessed hers was too.

Xu Youlan walked quickly, then suddenly cried out in pain, stopped, and lifted one foot slightly off the ground, her expression pained. I rushed over, squatted down beside her, and held her foot, asking, "What's wrong?"

"...I don't know, I think I twisted my ankle."

Xu Youlan's forehead was beaded with sweat from the pain.

I quickly helped her to a large rock by the roadside so she could sit down. Without a word, I unzipped her boot and took it off. I gently lifted her small foot, encased in flesh-colored stockings. The sheer silk felt soft and boneless to the touch. I could see her ankle was slowly swelling; she had indeed twisted it. I'd sprained my ankle before, and I knew I couldn't massage it now; I needed to use something to bind and stabilize it to reduce the swelling.

I looked up at Xu Youlan and said, "I need one of your stockings."

Xu Youlan glanced at me, lifted her skirt, slipped her hands inside the stocking, and took off the thin stocking from her foot. As she lifted her thigh, I saw the base of her snow-white thigh, where her small, polka-white panties clung perfectly to her full vagina, revealing clumps of dark pubic hair parted to the sides, tangled and glistening. My breathing quickened, and my mouth went dry.

Xu Youlan unfolded her long stockings, letting them hang down, and held them in front of me. The scent of the stockings, mixed with a slight smell of sweat, wafted up, instantly arousing me. Damn, the smell of used stockings is incredibly alluring. When will I ever get to do foot fetish? It must be amazing!

My mind raced with fantasies. I almost couldn't control my impulse. I took several deep breaths, afraid to think any further, grabbed the slippery stockings, and carefully wrapped and bandaged Xu Youlan's delicate ankles, then helped her put her boots back on.

When I stood up, my penis was already hard, thankfully the stiff jeans made the bulge less noticeable.

"You should try to avoid walking now, let me carry you,"

I said to her.

Xu Youlan's eyes darted around, but she didn't speak, and put on her coat. I took this as an agreement, turned around, bent down, and gently approached her. Xu Youlan placed her hands on my shoulders, I grabbed her thighs, and with a strong pull, carried her soft, light body on my back, striding forward.

Xu Youlan's soft body wasn't heavy at all, but her breasts were quite substantial, one thigh was silky smooth, the other soft as cream, the touch exquisite, a thousand wonderful sensations flowing endlessly. At first, Xu Youlan was slightly upright, but then she slowly lowered herself, her hands tightly wrapped around me, her head resting lightly on one of my shoulders. The ends of her hair fluttered in the wind, brushing against my face, and I inhaled a pleasant woman's fragrance. I felt a surge of desire, my legs filled with strength, and I walked with great force.

I carried Xu Youlan like this, without speaking, and neither did she. I'm not a talkative person with strangers or those I'm not very familiar with. But with Xu Youlan, I really want to talk, yet I truly don't know what to say. The prolonged silence has left my heart in turmoil and agitation.

What should I say? Should I say something like, "I want to take responsibility for her"? Like in some childish, idiotic novels where the male and female protagonists have a fling, and after a grand, tear-jerking declaration of love, the female protagonist obediently follows him for life? I'm not some charlatan with superpowers, nor am I some wealthy playboy. I, a nobody, can't bring myself to say such things. Imagine a toad, by chance, eats a bite of swan meat, and then immediately tells the swan, "I want to take responsibility for you, let's live happily ever after." Isn't that ridiculous?

As I walk, thinking, everything from last night flashes before my eyes. My heart feels heavy. Xu Youlan must feel the same way I do, unsure how to face the current situation, and uncertain about our relationship. From being utterly incompatible to developing into the most intimate relationship between a man and a woman, the leap was too great. Besides disbelief, what else could I possibly think? And she gave me the most precious thing a woman can have, while what could I give her in return…? I dared not think any further. Love may not have a hierarchy of status or wealth, but was our relationship really like that? Time, time, I need time, we both need time. Perhaps time will solve our problems.

After walking for quite a while, when Xu Youlan's light body began to feel heavy, we reached the main road. I carried her to a large tree, set her down, and let her sit on a protruding root. "Rest for a while, I'll see if any cars pass by,"

I said to her. She nodded.

The only sounds were the restless chirping of insects. I stood by the roadside, wanting a cigarette, but the pack was soaked. I crushed it and threw it into the grass.

No cars passed for a long time. I sat down on a raised mound of earth not far from Xu Youlan, my back to her. I actually felt a little sleepy, and then I even dozed off. My consciousness gradually blurred, and in my hazy state...

Xu Youlan walked up to me and tenderly took off all her clothes. Her perfect body shone with a captivating porcelain-like luster in the sunlight. She took off her boots, leaving only a pair of thin, transparent flesh-colored stockings on her feet. Her snow-white, jade-like thighs were round and full, especially the skin on the inside of her thighs exposed outside the stockings, which was a patch of pure white, extremely tender, forming a stark contrast with the thick black pubic hair below. The white was dazzlingly white, and the black was glossy black.

Her calves were long and shapely, with beautiful curves, encased in a layer of flesh-colored stockings that almost blended into her skin; her ankles were slender and lustrous, her toes long and white, with slightly high arches, the subtle, rounded curves utterly captivating, enough to make one's nose bleed; her delicate toes were gracefully tapered, alluringly encased in an even deeper layer of flesh-colored stockings; through the reinforced fabric of the stockings lightly covering her toes, her full, neat, yet tender toes were pressed tightly together and then slightly parted as she moved; her toenails were crimson with a hint of purple, gleaming with a hazy sheen. Oh, this beauty, these perfect feet, if she really wanted to use those feet to crush me to death, I would absolutely accept my fate.

She came over, smiling, and one by one removed my clothes and pants, until soon I was completely naked in front of her. She pressed her face close to mine, her large breasts swaying precariously against her chest. I could smell the faint scent of her perfume. Her alluring eyes gazed at me suggestively, her small, red lips glistening with desire. She breathed softly on me, her breath fresh and clean. Her small hand grasped my enormous penis, gently stroking it until it was fully erect. She pressed my penis down, her palm sliding along the glans, causing it to spring back powerfully, hard and throbbing incessantly.

She was pleased with my erection, smiling broadly, and released my penis. She gently pressed a finger on my strong pectoral muscles, her eyes gazing at my upper body with a mixture of teasing and admiration. She took a light step and began to circle me, her scarlet nails lightly scraping across my chest, arms, and strong back muscles, then back to my pectoral muscles. She withdrew her finger and stopped in front of me, her gaze meeting mine. She said, "You really like my stockings, don't you? Today I'll give you a footjob. Until you come."

With that, she knelt down, her small mouth and hands working together to stroke and suck on my penis a few times, the glans exposed outside the foreskin. Then she lay down on the grass in front of me, and I sat down. Xu Youlan smiled, gently lifting her legs. Her silk-stockinged feet were flat on the ground, the edges of her toes gently gripping my hard penis. She slowly began to stroke it up and down. The soft edges of her feet, the silky smooth stockings, immersed my penis in an unknown gentle embrace, involuntarily twitching and throbbing twice, a painful sensation of over-erection shooting through the urethral opening.

Xu Youlan's smile deepened. She continued to stroke it a couple more times with the edges of her feet, then placed the soles of her feet together, her plump arches gripping my erect penis. The smooth stockings covered an even larger area of the glans, and the gentle friction made my breathing and heartbeat quicken. I could hear myself panting heavily and my heart pounding. Soon, sweat beaded on my forehead.

Xu Youlan continued to stroke her silk-stockinged feet, carefully observing the changes in my erection between the arches of her feet. Her rosy lips opened wider, her expression focused, and she giggled. It seemed she really enjoyed seeing my penis, rock hard, enveloped in her soft stockings.

Xu Youlan's two stockinged feet moved faster and faster, and just as my penis was about to ejaculate, she stopped. A hint of smugness played on her smile as she changed tactics.

She slightly extended one foot, gently placing the sole across my lower abdomen. The slippery stockings pressed against my abdominal muscles, and the warmth of her foot sent a surge of heat through my body, making every pore feel as if it were filled with the silky smoothness of the stockings.

Then she held her other foot upright, pushing my erect penis forward against the stockinged instep. Her soft foot gently caressed and massaged my entire penis, sending an indescribable wave of pleasure through me, which I thoroughly enjoyed. Every now and then, she would withdraw her small, manipulative foot, point her toes, and tease my dangling scrotum with them, gently kicking my bulging testicles. The touch of her silk-stockinged foot against my testicles sent a slight, sharp pain through me, yet a wave of pleasure washed over me, almost making me cry out.

Xu Youlan continued with new tricks. Her glossy silk-stockinged toes lifted slightly, pressing against the base of my penis through the thin fabric. She slightly parted her big toe, gripping the shaft, and moved it upwards to the lower edge of the glans. With a firm squeeze, she pressed her entire foot against the shaft, slightly rotating her ankle, and using her other silk-stockinged foot to support and hook back, she rubbed my entire penis quickly and powerfully. My penis felt as if it were encased in a pile of silky stockings, the sensation exquisite, the stimulation relentless. A small trickle of pre-ejaculate uncontrollably oozed from the urethral opening, dripping down the glans onto her red-nailed toes, creating a deeper patch of flesh and red.

While Xu Youlan used her stockinged feet to perform footjob on me, she used one hand to touch her already overflowing vagina. The sounds of her gushing juices and the rustling of her pubic hair blended together. Every now and then, she would straighten her two fingers and spread apart her tender labia, revealing the red and white interior of her vagina. The tiny urethral opening and the slightly protruding clitoris were clearly visible. Below was the deep and tight jade cave, from which clear vaginal fluid was trickling out. The nectar flowed over the pink anus and dripped onto the somewhat withered pubic hair, turning a greenish-blue hue.

The lewd scene and the silky smooth feeling on my penis made my blood boil. My eyes were extremely bloodshot, almost bulging out of their sockets. I couldn't take it anymore; I wanted to fuck her to death. I removed the soft hands from my penis and pounced on her, bracing myself on her silk-stockinged legs. My rock-hard penis eagerly plunged into her overflowing, wet vagina, and I began a frenzied, pounding assault, the sounds of our genitals mingling filling the air.

Xu Youlan let out a lewd giggle, her silk-stockinged legs rising high and draped over my shoulders, her fleshy toes swaying with each thrust. The intense pleasure from the vigorous thrusting forced Xu Youlan to straighten her silk-stockinged toes, her toes rubbing together, stretching the thin stockings so tightly they seemed about to burst.

I continued my fierce thrusting, and Xu Youlan's laughter turned into a chaotic chorus of lewd moans, followed by soft groans of pain. Her stockinged feet gripped my shoulders tightly, her arches taut in a triumphant arc. Her lower body instantly collapsed, her vagina involuntarily writhing and grinding, the ring-shaped folds of flesh tightly constricting, her juices flowing like a tidal wave, a hot torrent washing over my entire penis again and again, almost melting it and merging it with her vagina.

Xu Youlan gasped repeatedly, taking a long time to recover from the intense orgasm. She slowly released her taut toes, exhaled, and continued to enjoy my thrusting, playfully stretching one stockinged foot to my face. That stockinged foot was as smooth as jade, yet exuded a seductive and intoxicating aura.

Xu Youlan wiggled her small foot, then pointed her toes and stretched it out. I opened my mouth wide and took it in, deeply inhaling, tasting, and licking. The silky scent of the stockings, tinged with a slight sweat, spread throughout my body from my taste buds and nasal cavity, stimulating me to tremble. Even the pleasure in my lower body felt silky and strangely wonderful. I couldn't hold back any longer. My penis throbbed rapidly, and waves of pain from over-ejaculation shot through my scrotum. Thick semen gushed out of my body like a river flowing into the sea, surging into a silky ocean of shimmering flesh. My whole body was enveloped in a fleshy veil, smooth and silky, intoxicatingly beautiful. I died in a fleshy glow, unable to move.

Suddenly, Xu Youlan vanished. The lewd sounds and laughter still lingered in my ears. The roar of a motorcycle woke me from my drowsiness, only to find that it was just a daydream. My underwear felt wet; I had actually ejaculated. Oh my god, I was just daydreaming, just having some lewd thoughts about her, and it made me ejaculate right there, almost dying in that dream. For a man, is there any poison more deadly than her?

Xu Youlan was leaning on one leg by the roadside, giving me a reproachful glare. Apparently, I was dozing off. Seeing the car approaching, I didn't react, and Xu Youlan, anxious, jumped out on one leg to stop it.

I steadied myself, let out a long breath, wiped the sweat from my forehead, and went to the car.

It was a large flatbed truck loaded with logs. I briefly explained the situation, and the young man, about my age, readily agreed to give us a ride. I got on the truck and pulled Xu Youlan up. Because of the weight on her leg, Xu Youlan cried out in pain when getting on, but it wasn't serious.

The truck drove off, and I chatted with the driver for a while, even smoking a cigarette he offered. I took a deep drag, inhaling the smoke into my lungs, then slowly exhaled, two long plumes of white smoke billowing from my nostrils. The pungent sensation invigorated me and soothed my mood.

The young man was clearly amazed by Xu Youlan's beauty, glancing at her frequently. He then said, "Brother, I really envy you for finding such a beautiful girlfriend. You'd better cherish her, or you'll regret it if someone else snatches her away."

He must have noticed Xu Youlan's pained expression and thought I had done something to wrong her, hence his comment.

"I'm not friends with him,"

Xu Youlan cried out as soon as he finished speaking. The driver looked surprised and then fell silent. An awkward silence followed in the car. I was unfazed, but a blush crept onto Xu Youlan's face.

The large truck dropped us off at a bus stop at the foot of the mountain. Xu Youlan and I got off and waited for the bus. We spotted a taxi returning tourists from the mountain, so we took it back to the city. During the ride, I asked Xu Youlan what to do about the damaged car. She said she would handle it herself. We went to the hospital first. Her sprained ankle was iced and re-bandaged, and we got some traditional Chinese medicine. The doctor told us it would take at least a month to heal, and she shouldn't be too active.

At the hospital entrance, I helped Xu Youlan wait for a taxi. I invited her to have a meal with me before going back, but she declined. We fell silent again. I wanted to tell her, "Let's be friends," but the words stuck in my throat, and I hesitated for a long time, missing the opportunity. Later, the taxi arrived, and I saw her off. Watching the taxi leave, I felt a pang of melancholy.

For the next week, I was constantly in a daze, and my mood worsened. Everything seemed meaningless.

When you accidentally have sex with a virgin, the most terrifying thing isn't not seeing her again, nor is it indulging in those moments every day; it's the feeling of being lost. You don't know what to do, or what to do. You're focused, yet utterly listless. You can only gaze out the window from time to time, watching the bustling, noisy crowds on the street, your thoughts drifting far, far away. Or you might be engrossed in a cigarette on a bench, startled awake, the long ash falling to the ground and dissipating in a gentle breeze. You feel suffocated, yet unable to find an outlet, while your heart is whipped by morality, conscience, and the like. You won't break down, you'll only feel increasingly miserable.

This week, Lu You bought a drum set, and Da Liu somehow found a secondhand amplifier and two large stage speakers. It was obvious the amplifier couldn't drive the speakers properly, but it could still produce sound. Lu You, through his father's connections, found an abandoned factory building in their workshop to use as our rehearsal space. So the band began rehearsing in the factory, filled with all sorts of jumbled parts and old machine tools. We started with the first song, John Lennon's "Love," rearranged by Liu Cixin. A quiet, soothing song was turned into a noisy, chaotic mess by us.

The lyrics went like this: Love is real, real is love / The feeling of love, experiencing love / Love is wanting to be loved / Love is touching, touching is love / Love is profound, profound is love / Love is demanding to be loved / I love you, you and me / Love is knowing we can / Love is freedom, freedom is love / Love life, the love of the world / Love is needing to be loved, repeatedly saying love is being loved. I wasn't loved, so I didn't love. Later, I extended this to mean that sex is being fucked, and without sex, there is no being fucked. What the hell is this?

Having not played electric bass for a long time, my fingers hurt when I pressed the strings, and soon I even cut myself, bleeding profusely. The pain was excruciating. I sang the song with a somewhat weary and hoarse voice. Da Liu said my voice was like a bubble rising from the black silt at the bottom of a dried-up lake in winter, its sound weak and feeble after bursting. I couldn't relate to his description at all, and it was dismissed as a nonsensical joke. Later, Lu You told me that Zhao Li said my voice had no climax whatsoever, and listening to it wouldn't make her wet; after rehearsals, he fucked Zhao Li's pussy in the factory, and it was very dry, making it difficult for his glans to penetrate, even though her pussy was large and wide.

After several chaotic rehearsals, I was fucking fed up, so fed up that I no longer wanted to fuck Sun Qian's pussy. I found my heart stopped beating, my brain felt like it was missing a screw, my spine felt like it was calcium deficient, and I felt listless. One day passed, and then another fucking day came, day after day. I stared listlessly at the relentlessly shining sun. Didn't it get tired of shining like that every day? A deadly despair emanated from its light. I thought I couldn't escape that sunlight; without it, I might not survive. Two

days had passed since I parted ways with Xu Youlan at the hospital entrance. Lost and disoriented, I found a balance, mustered a sliver of courage, and put on my best suit—the one I'd worn to the Cloud Top Cafe last time. Among a row of shoe-shining women on the street, I chose the kindest one to shine my shoes, insisting they be polished until they were jet black and shiny. The woman struggled mightily, finally finishing one shoe. With a whistle, the women scattered like birds, leaving me with only one shoe shined. I glared at the approaching city management officer as if I hated the evils of the old society, almost getting into a fight with a large-bellied officer.

Left with no other choice, I bought a bottle of mineral water and carefully wiped the other shoe with a tissue. The contrast between the shiny and dark leather shoes was quite noticeable, and I couldn't very well go without them, so I wore them anyway. After much effort, involving a mix of coaxing and cajoling, I finally managed to find out Xu Youlan's address at the office where she worked. For the first time in my life, I bought her a basket of the most expensive fruit and a bouquet of flowers. Thinking that Xinran had never received such treatment, I couldn't help but sigh. Was this the reason she left? My feelings became complicated and troubled. In this state of mind, I knocked on Xu Youlan's apartment door.

The time between knocking and the door opening felt like an eternity; my hands and feet were ice-cold, and I was sweating profusely. It reminded me of that line from my middle school textbook: "My legs trembled, and I almost ran away." The door opened, revealing a pale face, but still unable to conceal her captivating beauty. I said, "I came to see you. Are you feeling any better?"

Xu Youlan was somewhat surprised, then a trace of color returned to her pale face, and a faint smile seemed to appear at the corner of her mouth. Just as she was about to speak, a handsome man's face appeared above her head—it was Guo Ming's face. With a cry of "Who is it?", Guo Ming saw me, his expression a mixture of surprise and anger.

I panicked and seemed to have stammered something, saying things like, "I came to see you, I'm relieved you're alright, I have to go now, I wish you a speedy recovery," and so on. Whether I said those things or not, I now doubt, and perhaps that's not the only thing I can be certain of. I only remember throwing the fruit and flowers at the door and hurriedly leaving. Guo Ming's gaze felt like a thorn in my back, yet I couldn't reach it, and I couldn't pull it away no matter how far I ran.

The only thing I'm absolutely certain of is that on the small card attached to the bouquet of flowers, I wrote: "Wishing you a speedy recovery!

Signed: Zhao Bo, the biggest jerk in your eyes." Why am I so sure? Because I spent an entire morning writing those words, until the florist threatened not to sell to me and kicked me out.

Guo Ming's timely appearance made me feel that they were the perfect couple, that they were Yang Guo and Xiaolongnü, while I was just Yin Zhiping, a creation of that old scoundrel Jin Yong, a muddled little Taoist priest who had stolen Xiaolongnü.

What right did I have to be so hung up on Xiaolongnü? Even if I had stolen her, so what? The Condor Heroes would still be the Condor Heroes, and that little Taoist priest would still live out his days alone in the mountains. 12-01
Chapter 21 The Angry Little Wildcat

The following content requires a reply to see My person fled in disarray, and my heart fled in disarray as well. I am utterly pathetic, and my life is utterly pathetic. I am drowning in a vague and inexplicable melancholy, unable to extricate myself.

To ward off the growing cold of winter, Sun Qian and I went to the mall to choose a silk quilt. I reluctantly followed her, watching her rambling and haggling, feeling extremely impatient. Sun Qian was unaware of this change in me. After comparing prices at ten different stores, she happily bought the silk quilt. Every weekend I would wear it and mess around with Sun Qian until I didn't want to anymore. Sun Qian's anus, which had gone from being skilled to mechanically repetitive, became a tool for me. Later, Sun Qian became very worried about my mental state, but seeing that I was well-fed, well-rested, and could still ejaculate a lot during messy sex, even several times a night, she wasn't surprised.

I needed some stimulation, or something to get out of my current situation. One day, I was having drinks with Lu You at a small restaurant. Lu You told me that he was also tired of it.

I laughed and said, "Isn't that what you've always been like? I wouldn't be surprised if the newspapers reported that you jumped off the Jin Mao Tower one day."

Lu You didn't care, downed his glass of Erguotou, and then suddenly turned to me and said, "How about we do something exciting?" "

What kind of exciting?"

I asked.

"We've messed around so many times already. How about we try a group?"

Lu You said, his eyes narrowing into slits.

"Have you been watching too many porn lately? Are you horny?"

I said with some disgust.

"Look at you... I'm just discussing it with you."

Lu You downed another glass of wine. "Zhao Li, if you want to, just go for it."

"She's your girlfriend now, how can you just sleep with her like that?"

I said.

"Tch. Girlfriend? She's nothing. Someone like me is just destined to starve. I'm lucky if I can even play around with some girls. I'm already satisfied that God didn't actually starve me to death,"

Lu You said with a hint of resentment. "I'm not going to talk about relationships in this life. It's too tiring, and I don't want to ruin a girl's life. If I like her, I'll have her; if not, goodbye. I'll come and go freely, without taking a single cloud

with me." "I think you're different from me. You're destined to be surrounded by women. Even if you don't attract them, they'll come looking for you. Look at Sun Qian. Zhao Li said that since she met you, she hasn't seen any other men come looking for her."

Lu You picked up a piece of greasy pig's head meat and put it in his mouth, chewing as he continued, "I'm not interested in her. That girl is too fierce to me. I can't afford to mess with her. Also, lately you've been like a wilted eggplant. If I don't give you some stimulant, I think you'll be dead before spring comes. I'm saving you, brother."

Before Lu You could convince Zhao Li, life continued like this. The band rehearses three times a week, Wednesday and Friday evenings, and Sunday afternoons. If a member needs to attend to something, they can let the others know, and the rest of

the band continues practicing. After one particularly chaotic rehearsal, Da Liu slammed his guitar down, glared at us, and said, "Hey guys, you dare to run a band with this level of skill? Lu You, I'm talking to you, can't you have a little discipline on your drumming? You're always so dominant, we're all trying to catch up! And Zhao Bo, emotion!

Emotion! Do you even know what emotion is? Singing isn't reading, it's not like an unkillable pig squealing in its death throes. And you, Fang Dan, can you stop being so outrageous? You're going crazy like that, are the audience watching you or the whole band?

It's not just you performing, tone it down! Don't be even more arrogant than me."

"Alright, that's enough for today, everyone go back and think it over."

With Da Liu's usual closing remarks, the band rehearsal ended.

Da Liu and Fang Dan left first. I made up an excuse to send Sun Qian away. The huge factory was left with just me, Lu You, and Zhao Li. Before rehearsals, Lu You had told me beforehand that we should have some fun afterward. I understood perfectly, and during the rehearsals, I was burning with desire, feeling incredibly uncomfortable.

When I dropped Sun Qian off at the factory gate and returned, behind the makeshift stage for rehearsals, atop several rows of stacked, discarded crates, Lu You and Zhao Li were already engaged in their passionate encounter. Seriously, why choose such an obvious place for this?

Zhao Li was hunched over, her hands braced against the edge of a wooden crate. She hadn't taken off her upper body; a bright red wool dress and a black cotton undershirt were rolled up to her chest, revealing one small, limp breast encased in a white bra. Her black skinny jeans were pulled down to just above her knees, the jeans and black stockings rolled up together, and a thin white panty with barely any fabric clung to her crotch, stretched taut by her slender, white thighs, the thin silk fabric forming a perfect triangle.

Lu You's jeans were also half-undone, his hands pressed against her still-perky white buttocks, his large penis thrusting in and out of her pubic hair-covered vagina, making a soft, slurping sound. Zhao Li moaned, her voice echoing in the large factory.

"Zhao Bo, hurry up. I can't wait!"

Lu You called out loudly, turning his head. He didn't stop thrusting into Zhao Li during this time. With each thrust, I saw a long stream of fluid flow from Zhao Li's vagina, dripping onto the small triangular silk crotch of her panties, forming a light yellow water stain.

Damn, how lewd! Without saying a word, I scrambled and jumped onto the rows of boxes, climbed onto the box Zhao Li was holding up, immediately unbuckled my belt, took out my penis, and fiddled with it a few times until it was hard. I plopped down on the box and eagerly thrust my penis into Zhao Li's panting mouth.

Zhao Li's eyes widened as she saw my penis dangling in front of her. She immediately grabbed it, brought it to her mouth, and licked the shaft with her pink tongue. She moved it up the shaft, teasing the glans with her saliva, making it feel cool. Then she opened her warm little mouth and quickly and forcefully took my large glans into her mouth. A series of sucks sent a tingling sensation through me, relieving some of my overwhelming lust. I let out a satisfied moan.

Lu You increased the speed of his thrusts. At first, Zhao Li could resist the pleasure radiating from her lower body, focusing intently on servicing my penis. But soon, as Lu You's thrusting frequency increased again, she had to release my penis, using it as a leverage point, gripping it tightly in her hand. She glanced back at her buttocks, which were trembling from Lu You's thrusts, and then slightly tightened her thighs. Then she turned her head back, her brows furrowed, her beautiful eyes slightly closed, her small mouth open, and she cried out loudly, her whole face glazed over, seemingly in pain yet also extremely pleasurable. My penis was tightly gripped in her small hands, occasionally being stroked intermittently.

"Lu You, it's so great to be fucked by two people

at once," Zhao Li said, continuing to suck my penis after another orgasm. Lu You grinned lewdly, responding to her with even more forceful thrusts. After a while, Zhao Li let out a cry, "I'm going to die—" My penis was held tightly in her hands, her eyes tightly closed. I saw her little buttocks contract and quickly tremble, her body convulsing. Zhao Li had another intense orgasm, her violently shaking body causing the box to sway. Damn, this girl's orgasm came too quickly.

Lu You thrust a few more times, signaling for my turn. Zhao Li gasped for breath, weakly taking my glans into her mouth, sucking a few times, then spitting it out before finally letting go.

I lay on the wooden box, and Zhao Li, pulling up her pants, climbed on top, straddling my penis. Lu You also climbed on, standing beside me, and put his penis into Zhao Li's mouth. I thrust my penis into Zhao Li's vagina. Her thin hips made me uncomfortable, but her vagina, nestled in the middle of her small pelvis, seemed large and juicy, wet and slippery. It felt quite good to penetrate her, especially her pubic hair, which was a bit stiff and prickly when I sat down. The folds of flesh inside her vagina were like several cylindrical muscle strips, powerful and tight. Every time my penis reached its deepest point, my glans would feel a slight pain from the excessive clenching, but the pleasure was also particularly intense. This kind of vagina gave me a very different feeling of being fucked, and it tasted quite good! No wonder Lu You was so obsessed with it.

I continued to thrust my penis in and out, relentlessly pounding into Zhao Li's peculiar vagina. She cooperated by thrusting her body, pulling out and sitting down, creating a relative movement with my penis. Vaginal fluid flowed freely, quickly forming a glistening puddle on the box. Zhao Li's mouth was blocked by Lu You's thick penis; her previously clear moans turned into muffled whimpers. Lu You held Zhao Li's head with both hands, repeatedly thrusting his penis deep into her throat. Zhao Li quickly spit out copious amounts of saliva, long streams of saliva dripping from the corners of her mouth, forming watery stains on her dress.

I thrust in and out, Lu You thrust in and out, Zhao Li's incoherent screams rising and falling, the only sounds in the factory being the sounds of intercourse; the scene was utterly lewd.

During a long deep throating session, Lu You finally ejaculated into Zhao Li's throat. Caught off guard, Zhao Li coughed violently and quickly spat out Lu You's penis. Lu You's still throbbing penis continued to shoot streams of semen onto Zhao Li's face, her hair, her small nose, her cheeks, and the corners of her mouth, all covered with Lu You's semen.

I quickened my thrusting, and soon the urge to ejaculate came. I pulled my penis out from between Zhao Li's legs, quickly aimed it at her face, and ejaculated onto her already pale face. Soon, an even thicker layer of semen covered her face. Some of the semen, missing its mark, landed on her wool skirt, forming several messy splatters.

Zhao Li smeared the semen evenly over her face, scraped some off, and swallowed it. Lu You and I exchanged a smile, put our arms around each other, and each held our still-erect penises in one hand, letting Zhao Li clean them with her mouth. Zhao Li sucked on our penises noisily, sucking away every last drop of semen. Her slender, diamond-shaped face was flushed with desire, utterly wanton.

After Zhao Li finished cleaning, Lu You and I pulled up our pants, fastened our belts, and zipped up our pants. The lewd group sex session was over. I felt refreshed, while Lu You beamed. He took out a cigarette and handed it to me. I took it, he lit it for me, lit one for himself, took a couple of puffs, and then gave the cigarette to Zhao Li, who also took it and smoked. This cigarette tasted really good. After

finishing the cigarette, I walked out of the factory gate first, while Lu You and Zhao Li cleaned up the mess behind me. As soon as I stepped out the gate, I saw Sun Qian, wearing a white down jacket, a black elastic tight-fitting skirt, black knee-high boots, and black stockings, with long curly hair coated in moisturizing conditioner, standing with her back to me. She had a lit cigarette between her fingers, and there were more than a dozen half-burnt cigarette butts at her feet.

"Had your fun?"

Sun Qian turned around, exhaled a puff of smoke, and said to me, throwing the cigarette on the ground and stomping on it hard with her slender shoe. The cigarette was quickly crushed, revealing the yellow tobacco inside.

My shameful secret was exposed, and I was utterly embarrassed, unsure what to say, feeling incredibly ashamed.

"How does that slut Zhao Li compare to me?"

Sun Qian said, a cold smile playing on her lips, her eyes filled with mockery.

"...Sun Qian, don't be like that. It's just playing around, isn't it?"

I said, my face growing increasingly red.

"Playing around? Why the hell didn't you come up with a better excuse to let me go first? I knew

something was off," Sun Qian said angrily. "What? I turned back halfway, and you're not happy about it?"

"Sun Qian, is this my own business? Do I have to report to you about everything I do?"

I retorted, somewhat annoyed.

"I told you, no man is any good. They're always eyeing what's in their mouths, wanting more, and holding onto another one,"

Sun Qian continued angrily. "You're so boring! Shameless!"

"Sun Qian, what are you talking about? We've all seen it, haven't we? We know exactly who's who,"

I said, equally furious.

"That's different! You can't cheat on me!"

Sun Qian said, her voice trembling with tears, sounding

somewhat aggrieved. Seeing the tears in her eyes, I panicked. I was about to go over and comfort her when Zhao Li and Lu You came out from behind us.

Upon seeing Zhao Li, Sun Qian flew into a rage, immediately rushing forward and slapping her hard across the face

, yelling, "You little slut, you rotten bitch, you dare to seduce my man! I'll tear your face apart! See if you dare again!" Zhao Li stumbled backward from the hard slap, but Sun Qian grabbed her hair, yanked her forward, and shoved her. Zhao Li screamed and staggered several steps before stopping. Then she burst into tears, her hair disheveled, and bruises clearly visible on her face.

Sun Qian's actions were incredibly fast; before Lu You and I could react, Zhao Li had already met her demise.

"Damn it, still dare to cry! You damn vixen, I'll tear you apart!"

Sun Qian said viciously, about to rush forward again to beat Zhao Li.

"Enough, is this ever going to end?!"

I rushed forward, grabbed Sun Qian, and stopped her from continuing her outburst.

Lu You, who had been stunned on the spot, finally came to his senses and immediately went over to hug Zhao Li, pulling her quickly towards the jeep. Lu You shoved Zhao Li into the car, and as he got in, he glanced at me, signaling him to hurry up and leave. He got in, immediately started the engine, revved the engine, the jeep shuddered a few times, and drove away.

Sun Qian, whose arm I was holding, struggled desperately, still trying to chase after Lu You's jeep, shouting, "Don't you dare go! I'll strip you naked, you skinny bitch, you flat-chested, big slut, you dare fight me!"

I hugged Sun Qian tightly from behind and yelled at her, "Haven't you had enough? Go back!"

Sun Qian twisted and turned several times, but couldn't break free, and finally gave up, exhausted. I still held her tightly, without saying a word. For a moment, the surroundings were quiet. Suddenly, I felt it was necessary to end things with Sun Qian.

After Sun Qian calmed down, I let go of her. I was about to speak when she turned around, looked at me, and said, "What do you want to say? Are you going to say we're over? I knew you'd say that. Let me tell you, we never started, so we never ended. You wanted to play, right? I'll play with you, we'll play together."

Her words left me speechless, stunned on the spot. What was Sun Qian up to?

"Go back! I want to play with you, I want to play with you until dawn tonight."

Sun Qian pulled me away.

I thought there was no point in saying anything more, so I decided to go back and talk about it. Sun Qian and I got into a taxi, and she ignored me the whole way, still angry.

As soon as we got back to our place, she immediately threw me onto the bed, stripped me naked, and pounced on me. She gave me a few blowjobs to get me hard, then immediately mounted me with her vagina, thrusting into me very hard. But tears streamed down her face, though she quickly wiped them away. She sniffed and continued to thrust her upper body expressionlessly, brutally fucking me. Her movements were so rough that I was worried my penis might be ruined.

To end Sun Qian's frenzied fucking as soon as possible, I lost control and quickly ejaculated inside her. Sun Qian didn't stop as usual to smear the semen on herself. Instead, ignoring that I was still ejaculating, she continued to thrust into me with her vagina. She forcefully lifted the bed and sat down, making a loud creaking sound. The semen I had ejaculated flowed out of my vagina, dripping onto the checkered sheets and soaking a large area.

Feeling the semen wetting the sheets, Sun Qian stopped thrusting, got up, and knelt down on my genitals. She gripped the base of my penis tightly with one hand and sucked on it relentlessly, giving it no chance to soften. After licking the semen clean, she continued to stimulate me with her mouth, pushing her oral sex skills to the limit. My penis became large and hard again, and then she mounted me with her vagina, unleashing another storm of thrusting.

I was stunned. I'd been raped by this girl tonight! When would this end? For the first time, I felt a little terrified about sex.

As the pleasure surged through me, I simply let go, responding to Sun Qian and engaging in wild sex with her. To paraphrase a saying, when you're raped and powerless to resist, then just spread your legs and enjoy it. I had the strength to resist, but I didn't want to, so I just enjoyed it. The feeling of having sex with Zhao Li was still fresh in my mind, which was very exciting. Having sex with Sun Qian's vagina also gave me an indescribable, intense pleasure. Am I becoming addicted to the feeling of promiscuity? I don't know.

Soon, Sun Qian and I relaxed, as if nothing was amiss. We fought fiercely, from the bed all the way to the floor, then onto the living room sofa. We turned on the TV and blasted the sound, continuing our battle. Several bottles flew down from upstairs, crashing onto the concrete floor below with a loud clatter, but nothing could stop Sun Qian and me from separating for even half a second. On the sofa, I lifted Sun Qian's legs high, pressing her down hard, almost squeezing her head into the sofa cushions. Her little feet dangled near her head as my thick penis thrust forcefully into her wet vagina. I quickly ejaculated inside her again.

After ejaculating, Sun Qian and I turned off the TV and went into the bathroom for another round of battle. We lathered each other with shower gel while our penises and vaginas remained intertwined. Even when she needed to urinate, she would hold onto my penis with one hand, sitting on the toilet and giving me oral sex while urinating loudly. When I urinated, Sun Qian held my penis, not letting me reach for it. She guided the glans towards the toilet seat, her eyes fixed on it, making it take a long time for me to finally urinate. In short, Sun Qian never let my penis leave her hands; it was either in her vagina, her anus, or even between her breasts. My penis was used as a tool for her to vent her anger.

I almost got fucking killed by her; this woman's punishment was truly bizarre. However, the frenzied sex was surprisingly a good reconciliation. Eventually, neither Sun Qian nor I had the energy to think about what had happened that night, nor the energy to be angry or upset anymore. Our relationship was back to normal, which was completely unexpected.

We were both exhausted. Sun Qian curled up gently in my arms, already fast asleep. The tears that had flowed down her face sometime earlier had dried, the tear tracks clearly visible. I wiped her face with my hand, straightened the blanket, and covered her more tightly. Looking at her sleeping peacefully, I never imagined that she had just been furious like a little wildcat whose tail had been bitten.

Could Sun Qian really have feelings for me? I asked myself. Was it a yes or no? No way. It must be jealousy. Women are naturally jealous of other women. When Zhao Li, whom Sun Qian sees as inferior, is involved with me, she's bound to feel inexplicable jealousy, leading to verbal abuse and even physical violence. Women are truly complex creatures.

Even if Sun Qian has feelings for me, I don't think I'll actually be with her. She's too young; there are too many uncertainties. She's only nineteen this year; she has so much youth to squander. I might just be a good playmate for her in her youth.

Chapter 22 Two Kinds of Feelings

Regardless of what Sun Qian is thinking, it's best to clarify some things. I decided I still needed to talk to Sun Qian. In the morning, after having breakfast outside with Sun Qian, I said to her, who was wiping her mouth with a tissue, "Sun Qian, I have to say... this... let's talk about what happened between us, okay?"

Sun Qian glanced at me, her expression darkening. She pouted, glared at me irritably, and threw the tissue on the table.

"Don't say anything. I know you have another woman in your heart,"

Sun Qian said. "Ever since we came back from Baijing Lake, you've been like a lost soul. Have you fallen for that beautiful woman named Xu Youlan?"

Wow! Is a woman's intuition really that powerful? I hadn't even said anything, and she already knew. I looked surprised, and to hide my astonishment, I pulled out a cigarette and lit it.

"Don't think I don't know. You did this on purpose with Zhao Li, didn't you? Although I didn't know Zhao Li before, we've gotten quite close over the past few months. It won't be long before I find out about you two from her big, loose tongue,"

Sun Qian said, taking a sip of tea. "You just want me to think you're an unreliable man, to make me leave you, so you can go find that Xu Youlan, right?"

I was stunned. Women's reasoning is so sharp! I didn't mean anything by it.

"Sun Qian, I didn't mean anything by it. I was just feeling really down lately, and I wanted to vent, and that's how it ended up like that,"

I said.

"That's not what I meant. What did you mean then? Stop making excuses. You're just bewitched by that vixen Xu Youlan..."

"...Enough! Don't talk about her."

I interrupted Sun Qian. "Yes, I admit, I'm a little attracted to Xu Youlan, but that's my business. My relationship with you shouldn't involve her. I want to find a girlfriend now, is that wrong?" "Have

you found one?"

"No." "Does Xu Youlan like you?" "No." "

So it's just unrequited love?" "..."

" If

you're not going to talk, then you're just deluding yourself, you've fallen for her." Sun Qian stared at me, paused for a moment, and said, "Let me tell you, Xu Youlan is no ordinary woman. She has a car, a house, and a noble air, and she's as beautiful as a flower. Guo Ming, who was with her the other day, is also handsome, a graduate of a prestigious American university, and comes from a good family. I think they're a match made in heaven. Besides Guo Ming, I believe there are a whole bunch of men lining up for her." "I'm not trying to discourage you, but why would Xu Youlan even notice you? Don't daydream about a swan falling for a toad. Cinderella only caught the eye of Prince Charming because of the fairy godmother and her glass slippers. Without those gorgeous slippers, she wouldn't have married him." Sun Qian lit a cigarette, took a drag, and continued. Her words struck me like hammer blows, making my chest feel tight. Even in poverty, Cinderella had her glass slippers. It was because of those beautiful slippers that she finally ended up with Prince Charming. And me? I have nothing. No glass slippers, no fairy godmother, I'm penniless. Sun Qian didn't say it explicitly, but her meaning was clear: someone like me, worse off than Cinderella, should just indulge in wishful thinking and not bother. But Xu Youlan and I had already done something that shouldn't have happened. I couldn't pretend nothing had happened; I couldn't just give up. Even if it was pointless and wishful thinking, I wouldn't give up until I tried. "I know that even if you don't say it, I know I like her, and nobody can stop me. I'll try no matter what," I said, taking a deep drag on my cigarette, almost choking. "Then go ahead and try. Maybe if you win her over, your life will change. You'll live in a mansion, drive luxury cars, and have tons of money to spend. Maybe she's an only child, and you, her son-in-law, will become the heir to a huge fortune," Sun Qian said with a hint of disdain, exhaling a puff of smoke. Sun Qian's words were an insult to me. I felt a surge of anger and glared at her, saying, "What are you talking about? Am I that kind of person? I don't like her for money. I... my relationship with her... I can't explain it to you." Sun Qian held the cigarette between her fingers, her thumb fiddling with the filter, flicking off the ash, looking completely indifferent. After a while, she said, "So what do you want? Do you want me to leave?" "You've seen what happened with Zhao Li. I'm not a good person. I'm not the kind of man you should be with. You're so young, so vibrant, and so beautiful. You have so many choices. Your life has just begun. You'll meet many men far more outstanding than me; those are the men you should choose. Being with a scoundrel like me will only hold you back." I remained silent for a long time before finally speaking my mind.

The atmosphere was tense, and Sun Qian's face was grim. A waiter tried to clear the table, but Sun Qian berated him mercilessly and sent him slinking away. Sun Qian angrily stubbed out her cigarette in the ashtray.

"I don't care. I'm with you not because I want you to take responsibility for me. I just like being with you, just like how we met after we slept together. I just like sleeping with you, I like you doing me, and me doing you."

Sun Qian lit another cigarette, took a deep drag, exhaled, and said with some resentment, "I'm a rotten woman too, a perfect match for a rotten man like you. But I like it, I like messing around with you."

I was stunned. What kind of talk is this? There's no need to be so blatant.

"What? Now you think I'm a slut? But I think it's pretty good. At least now I only have you as my regular man. I don't have to go through the trouble of finding different men to sleep with like before. You're the one who makes me feel disgusted by those other men. If you tell me to leave, believe me, I'll bring a whole bunch of men to sleep with me tomorrow."

Sun Qian said without batting an eye, her tone resolute.

This Sun Qian... I'm speechless, I'm dizzy!

"Don't be like that, Sun Qian. Listen to me, enjoying sex is fine. But you're still in school, your main focus should be on your studies..."

I had no choice but to resort to some old-fashioned reasoning, even though I knew it wouldn't work, I really didn't know how to say it. Sure enough,

before I could finish, Sun Qian interrupted me, and she almost spat out the mouthful of tea she was drinking.

"Stop! You slut, when have you ever cared about my studies in all this time we've been together? Every time we meet, it's just sex, oh, now you don't want me anymore, so you're using slutty studies to lecture me. Don't say these insincere things, they disgust me."

Sun Qian said with disgust.

"Sun Qian, listen to me..."

I felt a little embarrassed, realizing how hypocritical I was, and wanted to explain myself.

"Stop talking! I don't want to hear it,"

Sun Qian shouted, interrupting me again.

My mouth hung open in mid-air, but I finally shut it and lowered my head to smoke. Sun Qian's eyes darted around, looking at everyone as if she was considering something. We both fell silent, and time seemed to drag on.

After a while, Sun Qian looked at me again and said, "Okay, I understand what you mean. As long as I don't interfere with your finding a girlfriend, that's fine. I don't have the right to ask anything of you. As long as you don't ask me to leave you, go ahead and pursue that Xu Youlan or any other woman you want. I don't care, we only see each other a few times a week anyway."

Sun Qian held a cigarette in one hand, picked up her teacup, took a sip of tea, and continued, "But let me tell you, don't mess around with women from our school or women I know well behind my back, like Zhao Li. That would make me lose face. If you had invited me that night, I wouldn't have reacted so strongly. It's not like a bunch of people messing around, right? If you like it, remember to invite me next time. Do whatever you want, it's up to you."

"This request isn't too much, is it? From now on, if you have a girlfriend, I'll be your secret girlfriend; if you really have a wife, I'll be your mistress. But you just can't leave me. How about that? A woman like me is pretty rare, right?"

Sun Qian finished speaking, a smug smile appearing on her face. It seemed she thought she'd found a good way to resolve our relationship. She took a sip of tea and continued, "If you really have a wife, secretly having an affair with you would be so exciting! I can't wait, hehe." Sun Qian's words stunned me.

I was speechless. What kind of logic is this? How can Sun Qian's head be filled with such nonsense?

Doesn't she worry about her life, her future? Such an astonishing move… oh, it's unbelievable. What can I say?

Sun Qian's words can be summed up in one sentence: she won't leave me no matter what. I thought and thought, and something felt off, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. This Sun Qian is really a headache.

However, when a beautiful young woman like Sun Qian confesses her feelings to you like this, it's even more offer than throwing herself at you, actively offering herself to you and engaging in casual sex. What man could refuse? I'm not some high-minded person. Although I can't bear to see her wasting her life with me, she likes it so much, how could I refuse?

My mind raced. Selfishly, I thought, rather than letting Sun Qian be used by someone else, it's better for me to use her. At least I'm someone she likes, and she'll feel happy with me. Besides, I don't even have a girlfriend right now. Xu Youlan might just be a mirage hanging in the sky, distant and unattainable. Who knows what will happen in the future? Since Sun Qian doesn't care if I go to other women, why should I care? If I don't agree to her, who knows what she might do?

But then I thought, if I agree to her, I'll have a mistress before I'm married, and I'll have a woman even worse than a mistress when I have no money. Is the world crazy, or am I crazy? If I truly fall in love with someone else later, how could I bear to do this to the person I love? Yet, Sun Qian is so earnest and devoted; how could I possibly hurt her feelings?

I hesitated, wavering, finding it hard to decide. I inhaled deeply into my cigarette, the filter burning and emitting an unpleasant odor. I stubbed it out, looking at Sun Qian. The smile that had just appeared on her face was slowly fading with my hesitation.

It's not that I have no feelings for Sun Qian; even sleeping with a woman too often can develop feelings. Although those feelings haven't yet reached a higher level, it doesn't mean I don't care about her. Just

as Sun Qian's face was almost frosty, I decided to do as she wished. To hell with it, I'm not exactly a saint either. I'll take it one step at a time, at least for now, I should cherish the woman in front of me. There's a poem that says, "Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, for ye may ye have no flowers left to pluck." It means: if there's a beautiful woman in front of you, seize her; those who don't are fools. I wonder if Du Qiuniang would jump out of her grave and curse me for being shameless if she knew I used her poem like this?

I grabbed Sun Qian's hand and said to her, "What are you talking about, lovers? If you really think this makes you happy, then let's do it this way. But I'm a worthless man, I really don't deserve this!"

Sun Qian's face lit up with joy, the sunlight once again illuminating her alluring youthful face. She smiled at me and said, "As long as you're happy, I'm happy, what's the point of whether it's worth it or not? I just like it this way."

After saying that, Sun Qian grabbed my hand, dragged me, and tried to run outside.

"Where are you going? Why are you in such a hurry? We haven't paid the bill yet!"

"Back to mess around!"

"..."

Days passed, and the sun wasn't so annoying anymore. Everything seemed to have returned to normal.

I really liked this bench outside the wall of the Purple Clover Park. The bench was not far from the street corner, and on the other side of the bench was a large clump of green thorns growing from inside the park wall. I don't know the name of those thorns. They grow lush and evergreen, undeterred by the coldest weather, and even high walls can't stop them from reaching the roadside.

I like to look through those green thorns at the law firm across the street—a rather old, exquisite five-story Western-style building. Xu Youlan works there; her office is the third from the left on the third floor. Ever since I started sitting on that bench after work or when I have free time, looking towards the firm's entrance, towards that third white window on the third floor, my heart has become much calmer. But I've never seen Xu Youlan. I've looked through that revolving glass door at the building's entrance countless times. A thousand people have passed by, but none are her; among the hurriedly swaying legs in stockings, there is none of that pair of flesh-colored stockings from my dreams.

Purple Clover Park isn't far from our company, about a ten-minute walk, so I often come here and often smoke on that bench. Every time I leave, I leave behind a mess of cigarette butts and crumpled cigarette packs.

This noon, after lunch, I still had some time, so I headed to Purple Clover Park again, intending to sit on that bench and have a smoke.

As I reached the street corner, just as I took a step, I saw two people sitting on the bench, a man and a woman, Xu Youlan and Guo Ming, eating something. I stopped and heard them talking.

"...I told you, it's nice to sunbathe here and eat the lunchbox my mom prepared, isn't it?"

It was Guo Ming's voice.

"Here, have another piece of the sea bass my mom fried. She specially fried it for you; she heard you didn't have an appetite, so she asked me to bring it to you,"

Guo Ming said. Without even looking, Guo Ming eagerly placed a piece of fish on Xu Youlan's plate.

"I'm full, I don't want to eat anymore,"

Xu Youlan said.

"Youlan. You're full after eating so little? You haven't had much of an appetite lately. Your foot is just healed, so eat something. You've been sullen ever since you came back from White Mirror Lake that night. I thought it was because of your injured foot. Now that your foot is healed, why are you still unhappy? You seem so preoccupied all the time."

Guo Ming said while chewing his food. "You won't tell me when I ask. Did Zhao Bo really bully you?"

"No, what are you talking about?"

Xu Youlan protested.

"If he did, tell me. I'll go find him and demand an explanation for you. At first, I thought he was the one who caused your car to be hit and your foot to be injured. But you said no."

Guo Ming said.

"It's not his fault, it was my carelessness."

Xu Youlan said. After a while, she continued, "Guo Ming, I... I want to ask you, what kind of person is Zhao Bo?"

"Didn't you talk to him all night that night? You even told me that you hated him like the sea and were irreconcilable enemies. Why are you so interested in him now?"

Guo Ming asked with a hint of doubt.

"It's nothing, I was just asking. If you don't want to talk about it, that's fine too,"

Xu Youlan said, her tone slightly evasive.

"Him? Well, how should I put it? I think he's a good guy, very loyal. In college, he fought for his classmates quite a bit, so many male classmates called him 'brother.' He's more talkative with people he's close to, and very quiet with people he doesn't know well. Oh, and his best skill is playing the electric bass, and his favorite singer is John Lennon of the Beatles. Because he can play the electric bass, he's popular with many girls in school, and that's how he met his girlfriend,"

Guo Ming said casually.

"Girlfriend? He...he already has a girlfriend?"

"Yeah, a girlfriend. A pretty girl. But they broke up. I thought they'd really get back together, it's been four years. A while ago I heard from other classmates that his girlfriend ran off with a rich guy because he wasn't rich enough." "

Broken up? He and his girlfriend were together for four years! How could she run away?"

"I'm not really sure. I heard she ran off for 300,000 yuan, apparently because her family needed the money. I don't understand." "

Then it's better to be rid of a woman like that. How could she run away for money?" "

I don't know either. I didn't get a chance to ask him last time we met."

"That must have been a huge blow to him, right?"

"Hey, why are you suddenly concerned about him? Aren't you supposed to hate him to the core? His sadness makes you happier, doesn't it?"

"No...no...I don't care about him at all, I was just asking casually. Yeah, I want to skin him alive, tear him apart, he's the worst bastard in the world...I...how could I care about him?"

I couldn't hear the gritted teeth in Xu Youlan's voice.

"I really don't know how you and him got into such a grudge. I've never seen you hate someone so much. You won't tell me when I ask, why don't I just go find him and help you get revenge?"

"It's none of your business. If we're going to teach someone a lesson, I have more ideas than you...Alright, let's go back. Don't bother your mom to prepare lunch next time, eating out is fine too." "

My mom only prepared it because she heard you didn't have an appetite. Next time if you want to eat, you'll have to come to my house. By the way, come to my house for dinner this weekend, I'll have my mom cook for you again..."

Guo Ming and Xu Youlan walked away. I walked around the corner, and the two of us disappeared behind the thicket of thorns, then reappeared on the street, heading towards the small building. Xu Youlan, in a loose, flowing black plaid dress, black stockings, and high boots, looked so graceful and charming on the winter street, her swaying skirt and slender figure captivating.

I sat down where Xu Youlan had just been sitting, and caught a familiar, pleasant, faint fragrance. I took out a cigarette, lit it, and mixed the aroma with the smoke, inhaling deeply. It was quite pungent. I exhaled, and the fragrance dissipated on the wind.

I smoked the cigarette, one puff at a time, until it was finished. I stubbed out the cigarette, stood up, put my hands in my pockets, turned around, and was about to leave. As usual, I glanced back at the white window, only to find a beautiful black figure standing there. The figure saw me, and I saw her. She must have noticed me watching, and quickly disappeared inside.

Chapter 23 Fang Jing's Secret

Christmas is just a few days away, and some shops on the street have put up Christmas trees, wind chimes, and other decorations to attract customers. I don't have any particular feelings about this Western holiday; every year it's just an excuse for a few friends to get together. But for our company, to take care of our foreign employees, we still put up some decorations and organize some activities to celebrate.

That day, when I was in the restroom, I saw Old Wang from the logistics department crawling out of a hole in the ceiling and standing on a tall A-frame ladder. I asked him what he was doing. He said that one of the fans in the ventilation duct wasn't working, and he was checking the wiring.

After I finished urinating, Old Wang climbed down the ladder. Suddenly, he slipped, cried out, and was about to fall off the ladder. I quickly caught him, preventing him from falling. I gently helped him down the ladder.

"I'm getting old; my legs aren't as nimble as they used to be,"

Old Wang said, rubbing his back, his face contorted in pain.

Old Wang is over 50 years old this year. The logistics department originally had two people, but one of them quit last week, and the new recruit hasn't arrived yet, so now it's just Old Wang alone. Every day he's responsible for cleaning the office and restrooms, and checking switches, lighting circuits, and so on. It's really tiring for him.

"How are you?"

I asked, supporting him.

"My back hurts a lot, looks like I strained it,"

Old Wang said to me in pain.

"Then you should rest for a bit,"

I said to him.

"I can't, Xiao Zhao, I heard that people from head office are coming this afternoon. The ventilation fan isn't working, and there's a foul smell in the restroom. Manager Fang instructed me to check and fix the wiring this morning. Manager Fang seems to be in a bad mood lately, getting furious over the smallest things. I have to fix it no matter how much it hurts,"

Old Wang said helplessly. "Luckily, the wiring here is fine, it should be the wiring near the women's restroom."

After saying that, Old Wang tried to pick up the ladder and walk out, but it was obvious he was in so much pain that he could barely walk, his hands were trembling, and he couldn't even hold the ladder steady.

Seeing this, I felt a little sorry for him, so I caught up with Old Wang, who was about to leave the restroom, and said to him, "Wait, how about this, I'll help you check the wiring. I used to be an electrician, I know how to do it. You can go do your other things."

"That's not right, how can I trouble you?"

Old Wang said.

"Alright, alright. Don't say so much, it's just a small thing, no trouble at all."

I interrupted him, took off his tools and flashlight without further ado, hung them on my body, then took the ladder from his hand and walked towards the women's restroom. Old Wang followed behind.

Upon arriving at the women's restroom, Old Wang pointed to a square mesh cover above a women's stall and said, "The ventilation shaft goes up here. Go in and crawl to the right. You'll see the ventilation fan soon. I suspect the broken wire is near the fan. Once you're up there, just fix the broken wire. I've already disconnected the fan's power."

"Okay,"

I replied, setting up the ladder and climbing up.

"Thank you, Xiao Zhao."

"You're welcome."

I used a screwdriver to unscrew the nails on the partition, pushed it upwards, opened it to the side, and crawled inside. The cement ventilation shaft was pitch black. I turned on my flashlight to get my bearings.

Just then, I heard Old Wang downstairs say, "Oh dear, I almost forgot. I need to go get a few trash cans to take to the sales department. Their trash cans are all broken, and it won't look good when the head office comes to inspect this afternoon. I have to hurry. Are you alright here by yourself?"

"No problem, don't worry."

"The trash cans are on a high place, I need to get a ladder. I'll come back to get you in a bit,"

Old Wang said.

"Can your back still climb stairs? Or I can go get them for you later,"

I said.

"No need, I can't climb. I'll just ask the girls at the front desk to get them for me,"

Old Wang said.

"Okay then. It's fine if you don't come back later. It's not that high. I can jump down by myself when I'm done. Close the door to the restroom for me, I'm worried someone might come in,"

I said.

"Okay, come find me when you're done. I'm off. I'll put a 'Restroom Closed' sign on the door, no one will come in,"

Old Wang said, picking up the ladder and walking out.

I put the mesh partition back in place and climbed towards the ventilation fan. I carefully checked the wiring with a flashlight, but after a while, I still couldn't find the problem. I checked it again and finally found a broken piece of wire in an inconspicuous spot on the fan. There were bite marks on it; it must have been chewed through by a rat gnawing on it. I tested it with a voltage tester; there was no electricity. I twisted the wire back together, clamped it with pliers, and wrapped it with insulating tape.

After checking, it seemed fine, and I climbed towards the exit. Just as I was about to open the partition, I heard the bathroom door open, followed by the sound of it locking from the inside, and then the clatter of high heels on the floor. Someone had come in. I stopped what I was doing.

"Is anyone here?"

It was Fang Jing's voice. The footsteps slowed down, and I heard Fang Jing say, "...Old Wang, I saw him leave just now. There shouldn't be anyone here, right?"

I heard the sound of the toilet doors being opened and closed. I looked down and saw Fang Jing opening each toilet door one by one, checking if anyone was there. What was Fang Jing doing?

After checking all the toilets and finding no one, Fang Jing let out a long sigh, her face flushed. This made me even more confused.

Fang Jing washed her hands at the sink opposite the toilet, picked up a tissue to wipe them, and tossed her long, straight hair. Then she stared at herself in the mirror for a while.

In the mirror was Fang Jing's face, both mature and youthful. Her pretty face was lightly powdered, her eyes were dark and bright, her eyebrows were arched, her nose was small and straight, and her lips were thin, bright, and slightly red. Fang Jing looked at herself in the mirror and made a funny face at it. Then, she touched her nose with her finger and giggled. That playful expression, so different from her usual serious and cold face, was incredibly charming and made my heart flutter.

Fang Jing was wearing a camel-colored double-breasted fitted coat today, over which was a high-necked black wool sweater adorned with sparkling rhinestones on the chest, giving it a very high-end look. She wore a pure black tube-length wool pencil skirt, the narrow hem ending five centimeters above her knees, revealing her full, rounded, sexy knees. Her knees and long legs were tightly encased in a pair of sheer black pantyhose, embroidered with delicate black cross-shaped flowers, the white skin peeking through the fabric, sexy yet understated, alluring and inspiring endless fantasies. She completed the look with a pair of simple black patent leather high heels, making her legs appear even more captivating and slender, shimmering under the lights.

Fang Jing looked at herself in the mirror, let out a long sigh, and muttered to herself, "Just thinking about that thing makes my heart race. Is it really that exciting? The descriptions online are so amazing, I wonder if it's true."

She opened her handbag, took out a long, tightly wrapped cardboard box, and examined it closely. "Never mind, I just got this, and it's really getting on my nerves. I'll try it out while no one's around."

As she spoke, Fang Jing's face in the mirror turned even redder. She put the box back in her handbag.

Fang Jing opened the door to a toilet stall, went in, and closed the door. Good heavens, the stall Fang Jing entered was directly opposite the square opening in the ventilation duct.

Ugh, should I watch? No, that's too immoral. But wait, aren't you curious to know what Fang Jing is going to do? After much internal struggle, I decided to watch anyway. My palms were sweaty; this was my first time doing voyeurism, and a strange thrill made me feel uneasy.

Fang Jing opened the toilet seat, pulled her coat up to her waist, unzipped her pencil skirt, bent over, and pulled it down to her knees. Then she pulled down her pantyhose and white thong together. The triangular silk fabric in the center of the thong was stretched open, revealing a patch of pale yellow, wet and glistening. Fang Jing was already wet before even entering the bathroom.

What was she up to?

Fang Jing sat down on the toilet, her tangled, black pubic hair floating on the surface, creating a stark contrast with the white porcelain plate and her pale thighs. Due to the angle, I couldn't see her vaginal opening, only two plump, not bulky, reddish-black labia, hanging outside, partially hidden by the dark pubic hair.

Fang Jing paused for a few seconds, and then a stream of yellow liquid gushed from between her labia, instantly soaking her disheveled pubic hair. Accompanied by the soft rustling of the liquid, the jet of water splashed onto the porcelain plate, creating an even louder splashing sound. The pale yellow urine flowed steadily down. The sound of her urination was incessant, so beautiful and exhilarating to the ear. My heart felt hot, and my mouth quickly became dry.

Fang Jing's long, drawn-out urination continued, the urine flowing endlessly. The liquid clinging to her pubic hair accumulated more and more, finally dripping down the resilient black hairs with a soft, rhythmic sound; that sound, combined with the thunderous jet of water in the middle, formed a beautiful symphony of urine.

For a moment, the small bathroom was filled with an atmosphere of lewdness. Those watching above were watching closely, horrified, while those urinating below were urinating with pleasure and satisfaction. Wow, even urinating is so sexy on a beautiful woman.

As the last few streams of urine, of varying lengths, gushed out from between her labia, the yellow liquid slowly drooped and disappeared. Fang Jing finished urinating.

Fang Jing stood up, one hand on her lower abdomen to prevent her clothes from falling down, the other reaching for the toilet paper roll beside her. A few drops of liquid dripped from her wet pubic hair, landing precisely on her panties that had fallen to her knees. One drop, two drops, three drops, and soon the thin fabric was damp, revealing a layer of light yellow, shiny water stains that blended with the existing yellow patches.

"Ugh, everything's dripped onto my pants. Why did I pee so much today?"

Fang Jing said irritably, taking a wad of toilet paper and wiping the urine from her pubic hair and vagina, then wiping it on her panties.

Then Fang Jing threw the yellowed toilet paper into the porcelain dish, turned on the flush valve, and the gushing water washed away the yellow urine and toilet paper. The toilet paper spun a few times and disappeared with the water.

Fang Jing lifted her skirt, closed the toilet seat, and sat down.

After sitting down, Fang Jing thought for a moment, then stood up again, took off her coat and put it aside, and also took off her wool pencil skirt and put it aside. After urinating, she

didn't put her clothes back on, and even took them off. What was she trying to do? Curiosity made me hold my breath and look down more carefully.

I saw Fang Jing sit down again, her head tilted back, hitting the wall behind the toilet, her face upward, her eyes directly facing the square partition I was looking at. The ventilation duct was dark, but it was bright outside. As long as I didn't make a sound, she wouldn't know that there was a pair of thieving eyes looking down from above.

Sure enough, Fang Jing looked at it for a while, then lowered her gaze, reached for the handbag lying to the side, and took out the cardboard box. She put the handbag aside, tore open one side of the box, and pulled out a long, thin object from a well-wrapped plastic bag. The object was connected to a long wire, the other end of which was a small box. I stared intently and gasped. Good heavens, it was a large, thick vibrating dildo! The dildo was light blue, shiny with a lewd sheen, and its shape was almost identical to an erect penis. I was stunned. Fang Jing had such a fetish.

Fang Jing carefully examined the dildo, her hand involuntarily touching her vagina. Her white hand was hidden in thick pubic hair, which rustled and hissed as she moved her hand, making a silky rubbing sound. Soon, her fingers glistened, already wet with vaginal fluid. Fang Jing groaned softly for a while before removing her hand, taking out a piece of paper from the box, and reading it. It seemed to be the instruction manual for the electric penis dildo.

"...So, this thing has four speeds. The green button is low speed, the white one is medium speed, the blue one is high speed, and the red one is ultra-high speed... Ultra-high speed? That must be really exciting."

Fang Jing said softly as she read.

Fang Jing put the note back, her face thoughtful. Touching her vagina, she muttered to herself, "I'm so pathetic. Ever since that night with Zhao Bo, I don't know why, I keep thinking about him. Is it really that hard to be without a man? I've managed without men before, haven't I? Why does my lower body itch so unbearably once that desire is aroused? Every night I feel so hot and restless. Could it be that I'm just like this... Ugh, it's so infuriating."

"Whatever! That guy avoids me every day, I can't stand him. Sigh, really."

As she spoke, Fang Jing took a battery from the box, placed it in the penile dildo's battery compartment, and closed it. She tried it out, and the dildo vibrated in her hand. Fang Jing said excitedly, "Hehe, this thing is quite interesting."

Fang Jing threw the cardboard box aside, not in a hurry to use the dildo, but instead continued to rub her vagina with one hand. Her fair and pretty face slowly turned red with the rubbing, and soon the vaginal fluid flowing out of her vagina wet her pubic hair, making it look even shinier.

After touching her vagina for a while, Fang Jing put the dildo in her other hand into her mouth, sucked on it a few times, and wet it with her saliva. Then she bit the dildo with her mouth, looked down at her genitals, leaned back as far as she could, shifted her hips to get into position, pushed off the ground with her feet, and slightly raised her lower body, revealing her beautiful vulva even more.

Fang Jing stared at her genitals, using two fingers of one hand to forcefully pry open her labia. The tender, pinkish-white flesh of her vulva was revealed amidst a thicket of dark pubic hair, exposing the dark, gaping opening. A few small strips of flesh hung from the entrance, dripping with moisture. "Mmm, what a deep, dripping cave," she thought.

Fang Jing stretched out two fingers of her other hand and probed into the opening, stroking and teasing it, making a gurgling sound as her vaginal fluids churned. Fang Jing must have felt great pleasure; she wanted to cry out, but the penis in her mouth prevented her from making any sounds, only letting out a few muffled whimpers. As her fingers continued to manipulate the opening, a few drops of vaginal fluid dripped down her pubic hair onto the floor.

When Fang Jing felt her vagina was sufficiently aroused, she took the dildo out of her mouth, used two fingers to pry open her labia as wide as possible, and inserted the thick dildo without hesitation. She slowly pushed the dildo in, deeper and deeper, until her vagina was almost completely engulfing it. Fang Jing let out a soft moan, indicating that the glans had reached her clitoris.

Fang Jing exhaled a long breath, adjusted the long wires protruding from the dildo, and held the remote control in one hand, pressing the green button. It seemed she was about to try the low setting. The penis began to vibrate slightly. Fang Jing looked at her lower body in surprise. The vibration emanated from within, quickly causing the folds of flesh outside her vagina to fold. Fang Jing let out a soft moan of extreme pleasure, humming, "Ah...ah...this...this thing makes me feel so numb inside, it's really strange...ah...ah...it feels quite good...ah...ah...it's so tingly...oh...oh..."

Fang Jing's soft moans rose and fell, her vagina quickly adapting to the low-speed vibration, her face showing pure enjoyment. Two fingers of one hand continued to press on both sides of the penis, rubbing the parted labia, breathing heavily.

After a while, Fang Jing adjusted the vibration to the white medium speed button. The penis vibrated more rapidly. Fang Jing's expression was both curious and fascinated, and her body trembled slightly. Her vaginal fluid quickly seeped out, dripping down the penis and forming a small puddle between her legs. The puddle continued to expand, and the moans emanating from her rosy lips soon merged into a continuous stream.

It seemed the medium speed wasn't enough for Fang Jing, so she pressed the blue high speed button. The penis vibrated rapidly and powerfully, with slight thrusting movements, emitting a buzzing sound.

Fang Jing clearly didn't realize how stimulating the high speed was. The intense stimulation caused her legs to lift off the ground, pointing forward. Her black stockings, boat-shaped shoes, pointed toes, and slender heels created an extremely alluring shape.

Fang Jing's face was flushed, her expression one of pure ecstasy, yet also a slight frown tinged with pain. She opened her mouth wide and cried out, "...Ah...ah...it's too intense, it feels so good...ah...ah...ow...how can this thing be so powerful...hehe...I'm going to die..."

As the high-speed setting continued to increase, Fang Jing's screams echoed throughout the bathroom. Amidst the intense, painful pleasure, Fang Jing, still unsatisfied, pressed the forbidden ultra-high-speed red button again. With this press, Fang Jing's eyes widened, her mouth gaped open to its limit, and her screams became incoherent. The vibrating dildo trembled violently, causing her entire vagina to twitch and writhe. Some vaginal fluid gushed out, splashing onto the opposite door and flowing down its surface; more fluid gushed continuously from her vaginal opening, forming a long, glistening puddle on the floor that quickly spread outwards.

The vibrating dildo hummed loudly, like a beast unleashed, rampaging through Fang Jing's vagina, thrusting and vibrating fiercely. Fang Jing's brows furrowed in pain as she writhed her lower body, her feet slamming hard against the door. Her thin heels nearly pierced the door, her black stockings arching her feet into a beautiful curve, the toes of her stockings almost peeking out from the triangular surface of her shoes. I could see the darker black upper edge of the stockings and the reinforcing bandage around her toes.

Fang Jing struggled against wave after wave of intense pleasure. She had already tossed aside the remote control, her hands pressed against the inside of her thighs, yet she couldn't bear to pull out the violently thrusting penis. The buzzing penis continued its relentless assault on Fang Jing's vagina, her lower body convulsing violently. Her face contorted in agony, and she screamed, "...Agh...Agh...I'm going to die...Agh...

Agh...I'm going to die...How can this thing be so strong...Agh...Agh...I'm going to die...Hold on...Hold on...Agh...Agh...I can't hold on anymore..."

Fang Jing's lower body twisted and swayed incessantly, the amplitude increasing. Suddenly, Fang Jing fell to the ground with a "thud," landing hard on her bottom. Her high heels bounced off her feet, flying out from under the bathroom door with a clattering sound. Her two black stockinged feet were now exposed, her toes stretched taut and almost bursting through the stockings. Fang Jing gritted

her teeth, resisting the relentless thrusting of the penis. Fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead. She had to raise her stockinged feet and brace them against the door, twisting and rubbing them forcefully. Soon, a large, red toe broke through the thin stocking, becoming conspicuously visible. Damn, even the stockings are torn! That's exciting!

Fang Jing screamed and howled wildly, grabbing at the sides of the floor in an attempt to get up, but her hands only grasped the smooth walls. The floor was slippery and offered no foothold. For a moment, Fang Jing writhed, swayed, jumped, and bounced on the floor, which was covered in semen, like a fish just caught and thrown to the side, its panicked and desperate struggles utterly lewd.

Fang Jing's lewd screams rose and fell, each one more agonizing than the last, and continued for a long time. The penis, however, did not stop thrusting into her lower body. Suddenly, Fang Jing's face turned to extreme terror, her beautiful eyes wide with anger, almost bulging out of their sockets. Involuntarily, she straightened her legs, braced her hands against the ground, and lifted her hips. Her lower body stiffened, and with a loud "thud," the penis flew out, slamming heavily against the door with a "thud," and fell to the floor, bouncing on its own.

Oh my god, during a near-fatal orgasm, Fang Jing's vagina contracted so violently that it actually pushed the penis away.

Immediately afterward, Fang Jing let out a long, agonizing scream, "Ah—ah—!" In that instant, her raised vagina contracted violently, spraying out several jets of fluid. With a "splash," the fluid forcefully hit her two stockinged feet, which were braced against the door, splashing everywhere. Her rounded heels quickly gathered enough vaginal fluid to drip down.

Holy crap, she even squirted! Is it really that exaggerated?

Fang Jing was still screaming and shouting, her lower body still erect. Later, the sounds grew weaker and weaker, until they were almost inaudible. Her stiff body slowly went limp, lying back on the floor, twitching intermittently, her hands lying limply at her sides. Her face was contorted in extreme pain, her brows furrowed, her eyes tightly shut, her hair disheveled, her breath faint, almost unconscious.

Fang Jing's lower body was a complete mess; her two black-stockinged feet had somehow extended out of the door, kicking weakly back and forth. At the base of her snow-white thighs, a mass of rotten flesh soaked in vaginal fluid was still gurgling and oozing. Her vagina was churning and writhing, some folds of the vaginal wall had been turned inside out, forming a darker red glans, which was still pushing and squeezing, oozing a few pale yellow bubbles.

This…this…it’s fucking outrageous! It made me gasp, and sweat broke out on my forehead.

I don’t know how much time passed, but apart from the buzzing sound of the penis still bouncing on the floor, there was no other sound in the bathroom. Fang Jing lay quietly on the floor, unconscious. Her limp body trembled slightly, the extreme defilement of her genitals echoing her delirious face. A large puddle of vaginal fluid flowed freely beneath her, creating a scene of utterly obscene self-degradation, utterly depraved.

Below, Fang Jing was lost in a bottomless climax. Above, I watched, my heart pounding, speechless, my lower body forgetting any reaction.

Watching a beautiful woman masturbate before my eyes without ejaculating, I wouldn't say it was unprecedented, but it was certainly unparalleled.

Oh, this beauty was unstoppable, even mountains couldn't stop her. The pleasure I shared with Fang Jing that night was still vivid in my mind, the frenzy comparable to this scene before me. This Fang Jing, this woman, was absolutely the epitome of male sexual desire.

Later, Fang Jing awoke from her climax-induced stupor. Looking at the chaotic mess in the small restroom, she could hardly believe her eyes. Her sweater was soaked through, the back was wet, her stockings were soaked, and there was a large hole in the toe. The flush on Fang Jing's face had faded, replaced by a weariness from her indulgence.

She silently picked up the still-vibrating, buzzing penis, turned it off, gave it a disgruntled look, and put it back in the plastic bag. She pulled out a large wad of toilet paper and wiped herself down. She took off her stockings and underwear, crumpled them into a ball, and put them in her handbag. She took out a new pair of black stockings, put them back on, and then put on her pencil skirt, zipping it up. But the wet sweater was beyond repair; fortunately, it wouldn't be noticeable with her coat, so she had to make do.

Fang Jing opened the restroom door, picked up her two misaligned high heels, and put them on. She stood in front of the mirror, straightened her clothes, tidied her messy hair, took out her makeup kit to touch up her makeup, and reapplied her lipstick. Her face regained its radiance, and outwardly, she looked no different than before. No one would have guessed that just moments ago, this beautiful, professional female executive had been lying on the floor in a wanton state, unconscious from orgasm.

But I clearly read emptiness and a deep sorrow in the dignified and beautiful face reflected in the mirror.

The air still lingered with a decadent atmosphere. I no longer felt the thrill of peeping, but instead felt a deep sympathy for the woman before me, a feeling of pity welling up within me.

Fang Jing left the bathroom with slightly distorted steps, leaving behind a pool of glistening liquid and a sense of loss.

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