female captain

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Female Captain (

44,000 words
) (Part 1)
I believe everyone has seen the Olay series advertisements. There's one ad with a line I remember: "We both use sunscreen, so why isn't my skin as white and smooth as hers?" What
impressed me most was that mixed-race female model in the ad. She was so elegant and had such a great presence. More importantly, she had that irresistible smile and perfect skin. It always made me fantasize endlessly, and I couldn't wait to take off her clothes and then...
I've lived for twenty-three years now, and if I really want to talk about my erotic experiences, I have to start from last year. Sigh, I'm really ashamed. The only thing I can be proud of in the past twenty years is that I successfully passed the college entrance examination and got into the Army Academy's undergraduate command program. As for my erotic life, it was completely blank. If I had to force something to be added to this blank sheet of paper, it would be the countless times I would think of that mixed-race model in the Olay ad, who would take off her clothes in front of me and moan lewdly, and then I would use my most intimate right hand to bring myself to orgasm.
Last year, I had just graduated from the Army Academy and was officially commissioned as a lieutenant. I pulled many strings to return to my hometown to work. Since I was new to the job, I was appointed platoon leader in a reconnaissance company. Haha, those familiar with the military know that a lieutenant can't possibly be a platoon leader, but that's the reality. Newly assigned lieutenants are often sent to grassroots units for training; it's quite common for lieutenants to become platoon leaders at the deputy company level.
Naturally, I was very enthusiastic about my new job. Because our reconnaissance company was stationed in a relatively remote area with few distractions, I threw myself wholeheartedly into my work. So, besides work, I maintained my daily exercise routine from the Army Academy. I could easily do eight reps on the horizontal bar, and the giant swing wasn't too difficult either.
In grassroots units, especially for platoon leaders like us, no matter how high your education level or how broad your knowledge, the soldiers won't truly respect you. They only respect those with real skills (like being very strong, throwing a grenade 70 meters, or doing 50-60 pull-ups). Luckily, as a graduate of the Army Academy, my physique is undoubtedly excellent. Plus, I'm 1.8 meters tall and have a muscular build that many envy, so none of the soldiers under my command disobey me.
As the saying goes, a strong general makes a strong army. A year has passed, and my reconnaissance platoon's performance in all aspects is outstanding, all of which has been noticed by the leadership.
This March, the division headquarters issued an order that our unit must send an outstanding officer with at least a bachelor's degree to participate in the advanced training course for reconnaissance commanders organized by the military region. Being highly valued by the leadership, I was naturally chosen without hesitation to participate in this training course and reported to XX city in early April.
When I received this assignment, I was so excited I barely slept for three days and three nights. One reason was that this rare opportunity, so easily assigned by my superiors, proved I was valued. Another reason was that the city I was going to for further studies, XX, was known for its abundance of beautiful women, and I had a feeling that something I'd never experienced in my twenty-plus years of life might actually happen.
The long-awaited April finally arrived after more than ten sleepless nights. I eagerly boarded the train to XX, fantasizing the whole way, and finally endured those agonizing twenty-plus hours. The first thing
I did after getting off the train was not to immediately take a taxi. Instead, I stood near the exit of the XX train station, eager to see what this city, supposedly teeming with beautiful women, held. However, it wasn't the scene of beautiful women I'd imagined. There were only people coming and going, carrying large and small bags, all sorts of people rushing about, no time for leisurely strolls, but hurriedly keeping to their schedules. Extremely disappointed, I had no choice but to take a taxi and head towards the school.
After registering at the Continuing Education Department of the school, I was assigned a double room on the first floor. The dormitories in the Continuing Education Department were quite unique. Since the administrators all lived on the first floor, the female officers' dormitories were also located there. With three female officers' rooms and three administrator rooms, only one male dormitory room on the far west side and two shared bathrooms for men and women remained.
Looking at the new dormitory, I felt very unhappy because we were the only ones left on the first floor, and there was a constantly noisy bathroom next door. Sigh, for the first time, I, who naturally enjoy making friends, felt lonely.
My roommate was named Atao. He had graduated from this military academy before, just like me, last year. Because we were about the same age, and he was practically a local (although he wasn't from XX city), we became close friends after an hour of chatting. After all, we would be living together in this room for three months.
That night before bed, we were back in our student days, having our usual late-night chat. Men naturally talk about women, and we're men, so... hehe...
"Tao, everyone says XX city is teeming with beauties. You've been here for four years, you must have seen a lot, right?"
"Seen? Countless."
"Sigh, I've heard that too, but damn it, today after getting off the train, I stood at the station entrance for half an hour and didn't see a single girl who could be my sexual fantasy." "
You're such an idiot! People at the train station are all rushing to make a living, barely scraping by.
They don't have time for makeup or skincare. Even the really hottest girls are always flat-chested, right?"
"Hmm, that makes some sense."
"Brother Xi, do you have a girlfriend? Have you ever slept with anyone? How many?"
"Hehe, all blank." In the darkness, his question touched a nerve, and I could only manage an awkward smile.
"Don't pretend to be innocent with me, I don't believe you. Someone as good-looking and hot-blooded as you, nobody would believe you."
"By the way, where in XX city are the most beautiful women?" To avoid him continuing with that awkward topic, I quickly changed the subject.
"That goes without saying, it's XXX Pedestrian Street and YYY Pedestrian Street! I'll take you there next weekend." And so,
the two of us slowly fell asleep. After a day of disappointment, hearing Atao's words filled me with renewed hope and cheered me up. I believed tomorrow's sun would be the brightest!
The following week, our advanced class officially began. Just like in the Army Academy, there wasn't a single female student. The reason was simple: we were all from reconnaissance units, and how many female officers would like this profession, let alone beautiful women?
As for where I lived, I gradually discovered that living on the first floor had its advantages. There was only one dormitory room on the first floor, ours, used for male officers. The other three rooms for administrators were often empty; the team leader and his men rarely slept there. As for the three female dormitories, they were practically deserted.
So, the public bathroom next to me seemed to have become a shared space for Ah Tao and me. According to the rules, we should be mindful of appearances when going to the bathroom from our rooms; we absolutely couldn't be shirtless or wearing only shorts. However, since there were no girls living on the first floor for the time being, and my room was right next to the bathroom, I always went to shower shirtless, wearing only a small pair of briefs. This gradually became a habit.
In addition, I still maintained the habit I had since the Army Academy: every day I would do several large swings on the horizontal bar in front of the building, followed by dozens of pull-ups, until I was drenched in sweat.
The long-awaited Sunday finally arrived! Atao and I took a taxi to xxx Pedestrian Street (it was my suggestion not to take a shared ride, because I was like a groom on his wedding night, unable to wait any longer). Once we got to the pedestrian street, my excitement reached its peak. My eyes were practically glued to the screen. I really regretted only having two eyes; why didn't I bring a DV camera to film it properly?
The phrase "xx city is teeming with beautiful women" was perfectly embodied here. They not only had great figures but also incredibly beautiful skin, but still couldn't compare to my sexual fantasy girl—Lanlan (this is the code name I use when I masturbate)—the mixed-race model in the Olay commercial.
As I spoke, my eyes lingered on an advertisement hanging on the second floor. Yes, that was the Olay model I was thinking of. She was still as fair and delicate as milk, still capable of making me instinctively and quickly get an erection. Slowly, I drifted back into the same sexual fantasy I'd repeated countless times: Lanlan… oh, my beloved Lanlan…
"Hey, hey, hey, Brother Xi, what are you doing? Staring at this building like that? And… and…" he said, pointing to my crotch. He'd already noticed the erection.
"Hehe, nothing. Just thinking about how unique this building is." I told a lie that even I didn't believe.
The following week was uneventful. I continued my routine, attending classes every day, exercising in front of the building every afternoon, and showering shirtless in my underwear every day. Occasionally, I would think of Lanlan in the empty bathroom and then have sex with my most intimate right hand, until this weekend…
The blackboard on the first floor read: “Shenyang Military Region Accounting Training Class, please report to Room 106.” (Our room was 107, next to 106.)
I didn’t care, because it seemed to have nothing to do with me. We weren’t classmates; they were in another class. So I continued my exercise in front of the building. Today, I wore a white, tight-fitting tank top, exposing my muscles, and camouflage pants, my favorite combination. It showed off my upper body and gave me a very military look.
After spinning three times on the horizontal bar, I jumped down. Just then, I saw a female military officer carrying a suitcase walking towards my room. She glanced at my open door, but no one was there (it was Sunday, and Atao had probably gone out to meet some lover). She looked at me, puzzled.
The moment our eyes met, I pinched my arm hard. Was I having another sexual fantasy? But reality told me I was perfectly rational; it was all real.
Standing before me was Lanlan, the woman I had been longing for. The only difference was that she was wearing an officer's cap and a well-fitting military uniform, her rank insignia indicating captain. She wore black, high-heeled women's shoes that exposed her arches. While not as revealing as the Lanlan in the advertisements, her flawless, milky-white complexion, her prominent breasts, her slender waist, and her long legs created a different kind of irresistible sexiness, completely different from the Lanlan in the advertisements.
This kind of sexiness is more subtle, more natural, and more unforgettable. My eyes, rather impolitely, met hers, and I brazenly roamed over her entire body, indulging in fantasies…
until she spoke, breaking the awkwardness: “Comrade, do you know where the captain of room 106 is? I’m from the Shenyang Military Region, here to report for an accounting training course.”
I couldn’t believe it; her voice was so similar to Lanlan’s in the advertisement. Could she really be Lanlan, and not just someone who looks alike? Her voice was so sweet, so irresistible, like placing your hand in cool spring water on a hot summer day, letting the water flow slowly, experiencing that coolness and gentleness…
I couldn’t even believe she was talking to me, because Lanlan had always been just an object of my sexual fantasies, always so unattainable. I fell into deep thought…
“Comrade, do you know…”
“Are you talking to me???” I still couldn’t believe it.
"Who else do you think I can talk to? Who else but you?"
Her words finally brought me back to reality from my dazed state. "Oh, sorry, I was exercising just now and I was rambling. The captain might be out, he'll be back soon. Why don't you leave your luggage in my room and sit here for a bit? The captain might be back soon."
"It's okay, I'll just wait here." She smiled and glanced at my room.
"Then please wait a little while, the captain might be back soon. I'll do some practice first."
Then I started frantically doing difficult pull-up exercises, from exercises five to eight…
because I knew that a pair of beautiful eyes were watching me from behind, observing me, and I also noticed a detail: after I had brazenly invaded her space with my eyes… I saw a blush rise to her milky white face, and unconsciously, her legs slightly moved together. Although it all happened in an instant, I still noticed it, because at that moment, I was completely focused on every part of her.
(II)
After getting off the horizontal bar, my white tight-fitting vest was soaked with sweat. At this moment, I had a feeling of self-doubt, feeling that I was covered in sweat and smelled terrible. I absolutely could not walk up to my "Lanlan
," because in my mind, she should be so perfect, and her body fragrance should be able to move any man. How could I allow my goddess to be bothered by my sweaty smell?
After getting off, I didn't talk to her, but stood there in a daze, thinking. At this moment, a sentence suddenly popped into my mind. It was a sentence I saw in a good article written by a great writer on the love forum: "The sexiest man is when he is covered in sweat." Comparing this to reality, wasn't I at my sexiest moment right now?
"I'm so sorry to have kept you waiting here alone. I haven't even had a chance to talk to you. It's extremely rude of me."
"It's alright. I work in accounting, in the logistics system. I rarely have the opportunity to interact with the training troops, so I rarely see someone like you doing a horizontal bar exercise. Hehe, I usually only see high-difficulty exercises in the regulations, but today I finally saw it in person. Haha... I really enjoyed watching it." She said, covering her mouth and laughing.
At that moment, my heart was racing. Was this for real? She said I enjoyed it, and although she added "watched," I, who like to daydream, still thought she meant she really enjoyed it. It wasn't "watched," but a "you.
" "It's nothing. I don't have much to do, so I exercise to stay healthy. After all, health is the foundation of everything. You can't do anything without health." Humility has always been a strength of us junior officers. I didn't boast about my abilities but just said it was for exercise, and it seems she agreed with that.
"Hahahaha... It's so much fun chatting with you. You're such a humorous guy. My name is Xu Qing."
What? She was introducing herself to me. Wasn't her name Lanlan?
"My name is Gong Xi. My close friends all like to call me Brother Xi, haha. Judging from your appearance, you're definitely younger than me, but your military rank makes you look older. You should just call me Little Xi, Sister Qing." I added Sister Qing at the end, the purpose of which was obvious—to shorten the distance between us.
"Haha, Little Xi, you have a really sweet tongue. Okay, Sister Qing will accept you as my little brother today. I was born on July 1, 1979, and I'm currently unmarried." She visibly dozed off at this point, her expression subtly
changing, but she quickly recovered and acted as if nothing had happened.
Clearly, Sister Qing had a story to tell about being unmarried, and it was something that made her unhappy. Since it was something that upset her, I naturally wouldn't mention, "I was born on August 7, 1981, and
I want to get married, but unfortunately, I don't have anyone to marry yet."
I didn't back down either, telling her all my details, including the sensitive fact that I didn't have a girlfriend.
The ensuing conversation was natural and casual, a way for us to get to know each other better. I learned she was from Dalian, Liaoning, and had loved dancing since childhood. However, due to her family's military background, she joined the army.
I also shared some details about myself with her. The half-hour chat passed quickly. Just then, the captain returned from outside. I rushed ahead of her to the captain and said, "Captain, this is my sister Qing, from the Shenyang Military Region. She's here to report for the accounting training course."
The captain probably didn't know I was referring to Qing, but rather assumed I meant her as my older sister. I said this to leave myself an out, in case anything happened later, so I could prove we were siblings.
At this moment, Xu Qing gave me a mischievous smile, then seriously went through the registration procedures with the team leader. I said to her, "Sister Qing (when the team leader is around, I always call her Sister Qing, making him think she's really my sister), it's getting late. You can rest for a bit, take a shower, and then we'll go out for the most famous hot pot in XX city. Another time, I'll treat you to other famous snacks in XX city."
"Okay, little brother, you're so good." I smiled smugly. I thought this was definitely a foolproof trick for picking up girls. No beautiful woman dislikes good food. After all, food comes second in terms of basic necessities. Besides shopping for clothes, a woman's biggest hobby is definitely eating.
"I'll go take a shower first and wait for you." I winked at her and went straight back to my room.
Today I was very careful. Of course, I didn't go to the bathroom in just my underwear as usual. I didn't use hot water in the bathroom because I was burning with desire and wanted to use cold water to quench my lust. However, it didn't work. My 19-centimeter-long penis was still erect and red. The clear liquid on the glans told me that my penis needed...
So I thought of Lanlan again, and then I started with my right hand... No, today I wasn't thinking of Lanlan anymore. Lanlan was an unattainable dream. Today I was thinking of Qingjie, whom I had just met and who was closer to my reality. Although the two of them were so similar that one might even doubt whether they were really twin sisters.
I was fantasizing about her lying on the bed, shyly spreading her incredibly smooth thighs, slightly parting her incredibly tender vulva, and me using my penis to fiercely fuck her, slap, slap, slap…
(One thing to add here is that there's a wall between our men's and women's bathrooms, but since only the men's bathroom has an exhaust fan, the wall between the two bathrooms isn't completely connected to the ceiling; there's a ten-centimeter gap between them, to ensure good ventilation in the women's bathroom.)
Slowly, I was getting closer to climax when I heard the sound of a door opening next door, followed by the sound of running water, which abruptly pulled me back from the brink of climax. I've been here for half a month, and this is the first time I've heard someone go into the women's bathroom. Could it be…? That's right, I remember saying to Sister Qing today, "It's getting late, why don't you rest for a bit, take a shower, and then we'll go out for the most famous hot pot restaurant in xx city...
"
On the other side of that wall was my current sexual fantasy object—Sister Qing, and she was definitely naked right now. Although I couldn't see her through the wall, my almighty imagination allowed me to picture her...
A bold idea suddenly popped into my head, and I decided to talk to the naked Sister Qing, "Sister Qing, is that you?"
I could clearly sense that although she knew it was me on the other side, she was still quite surprised. After all, we were both taking a shower, and she definitely didn't expect me to talk to her through the wall.
"Hmm... It's me... What's wrong? Can't I take a shower? I think you were the one who asked me to take a shower just now..."
At this moment, I was still doing the same thing with my right hand, but because I was suddenly startled, I needed more stimulation to reach another climax. "Sister Qing, when I talk to you, your voice sounds like a lark singing in spring. Even your voice sounds like singing. I wonder how good your singing will be?"
Women are naturally fond of being flattered, and it was clear that Sister Qing was very receptive to this. She said happily, "Haha... What's wrong? You want to hear me sing? Since I'm in a good mood today, I'll sing one. Tell me, what should I sing?"
"Hmm, how about S.H.E.'s 'Not Yet Lovers'?"
"Let me think... Why do you care who goes shopping with me? Why are you worried about who flirts with me? You say you
treat me more than others, but you won't say what kind of more. More than friends, less than lovers, sweet, troubled, happy, confused.
What will happen to us in the future? I can't wait to know the answer. Just a little closer and I'll let you hold my hand. Just a little braver and I'll
go with you.
What are you waiting for? Time is running out..." The voice was deadly, the lyrics were deadly, especially the line "Just a little braver and I'll go with you. What are you waiting for? Time is running out" brought me close to orgasm again until I couldn't hear anything anymore. Thinking of Sister Qing's "What are you waiting for? Time is running out...", a strong stream of semen shot out, about a meter away. My lust was completely released with Sister Qing's singing. It was the farthest and most pleasurable time in more than 20 years. I am completely grateful to Sister Qing, who was singing naked next door.
"Hey, are you still listening?"
"Of course! How could I bear not to listen to such a beautiful voice? Your voice is a million times better than any of the world's three greatest singers."
"Really?"
"Yes, thank you, my dear Qing-jie." She certainly didn't know the real reason I thanked her. "Okay, Qing-jie, I'm done showering. I'm going out now. I'll wait for you outside."
Back in my room, I felt an unprecedented sense of relief. To catch a glimpse of Qing-jie after her bath, I quickly got ready and deliberately stood at the door waiting. Slowly, half an hour passed, and she still hadn't come out. Could it be that she, like I was in the bathroom, was thinking about someone and doing something that would excite her to the extreme?
The door opened, and she finally emerged, her hair still wet. She was wearing a onesie nightgown, which, compared to the military uniform I'd seen her in that afternoon, revealed more skin, allowing me to glimpse a flawless, water-emerging lotus. Her slender legs were perfectly proportioned, neither too thick nor too thin. Her breasts, encased in the nightgown, seemed eager to reveal themselves to their discerning audience, like children about to perform. Her arms looked so soft, I almost hesitated to touch them. Her face was slightly flushed; had she really been inside…?
"What's wrong? Can't wait? Wait for me outside…" Little did she know I was deliberately waiting to see this post-bath lotus-like beauty that would keep me up all night!
The rest of the hot pot meal proceeded as usual, filled with my humorous remarks and her classic scene of covering her mouth and smiling. Was she a traditional Chinese woman who always smiled without showing her teeth? After finishing the hotpot, I naturally wouldn't miss the chance to be alone with her, so I casually asked, "Sister Qing, you've eaten so much, shouldn't you go out and stretch your legs to aid digestion?"
"Do you want to go clubbing?" Good heavens, why does this beautiful woman understand my thoughts so well? I really did want to go clubbing because I wanted to confirm whether she was truly a traditional, classic Chinese woman.
"Sister Qing is so understanding! You know exactly what I'm thinking."
"You lead the way, I'll pay. Haha..."
Soon, a taxi took us to a dance club, the most famous disco in XX city. When we entered, I witnessed two scenes that absolutely astonished me. From the moment we stepped through the disco door, Sister Qing's demeanor was clearly aroused. The other scene was that about 9 out of 10 men in the disco were giving her lecherous looks. I guessed the other one who wasn't looking was either blind or an idiot. How could he not appreciate such a natural beauty? What did he even know?
Soon, Qingjie walked to the center of the dance floor. As the rhythm intensified, her energetic dance reached its peak. Being an art enthusiast, her dance was graceful, a blend of wantonness and elegance.
Even more captivating was the combination of her mixed-race features, perfect skin, and devilish figure, which drew more and more men to us. Finally, two seemingly drunk thugs squeezed next to us, even closer than I was. They deliberately pushed and shoved each other, their aim being to take advantage of the high-energy atmosphere to push each other onto Qingjie and grope her.
Since they hadn't made a move yet, I couldn't do anything. I was in a good mood and didn't want Qingjie to be negatively affected. The more you back down, the more people would think you're afraid of them. Finally, one of the thugs "accidentally" bumped into Qingjie and then firmly groped one of her breasts—a breast that could make any man swoon.
Sister Qing was startled by the sudden harassment, then glared fiercely at the other person with a tearful expression, trying to express her strongest but most ineffective protest!
If I were a man, I would stand up, especially for Sister Qing, who had brought me so much pleasure.
"You bastard, what the hell do you mean? You're asking
for it?" Of course, I wouldn't use gentlemanly methods with a thug like this; I threw a punch.
"Damn it, you're asking for it, daring to hit my brother! Brothers, get him!"
At this moment, four or five people came up and surrounded us. The people in the dance hall quickly dispersed, leaving only the six of them surrounding us. Just as one of the guys was about to hit me, a manager stepped forward and entered the center.
"Stop! Anyone who lays a hand on me is asking for death!!!" This guy clearly had a lot of authority; the kid who had raised his hand immediately lowered it. "Qiangzai, I don't care what your grudges are, but you're disrespecting me by attacking in my establishment. You know very well what I'll do if you disrespect me. Get out of here."
The manager pointed to the disco door. "I absolutely don't care if you live or die! You eight are not welcome here tonight. Please leave!"
Eight!!! The other side had six, naturally including the two of us. Although I was confident in my position as a reconnaissance platoon leader and believed six wouldn't be a problem, Sister Qing didn't know any of this.
She said tremblingly to the manager, "Are you just going to watch your customers go out and get beaten up?"
The manager's face was ashen; he didn't say anything, still pointing at the door.
Because of my confidence, I took Sister Qing's hand for the first time and calmly said to her, "It's okay, trust me." My resolute words made Sister Qing grip my hand even tighter.
After we went outside, the six thugs surrounded us. One of them started talking: "Kid, my brother took a liking to your girl today, and she gave in, but you punched him. If you want to live, you're leaving alone tonight, and then come back tomorrow with ten thousand yuan for medical expenses." He leered at my sister Qing as he spoke.
"If it's like you say, then I really don't want to live, because I absolutely won't leave her to be handed over to six beasts!!!" As I said this, I looked at my sister Qing with affectionate eyes, and I read approval and acquiescence in her eyes, as I uttered the curse "beasts." Finally, the fight started. We exchanged punches and kicks. Although I wasn't at a disadvantage, I was afraid my sister Qing would get hurt. As the saying goes, to catch the thief, catch the leader first. I quickly subdued the one I had punched in the disco, then twisted his hand to its maximum extent, making him scream in pain.
Next, I rationally yelled at his underlings, "If you want to break his hand, move again! Qingqing, go call a taxi and stop next to me!"
Sister Qing called a taxi, and after we both got in and the driver started the car, I released the man. The taxi sped away, and behind me, I could only hear the man berating his underlings in various ways.
"Xiaoxi, what did you call me last?"
"Oh, Sister Qing, the situation was urgent, and we were indeed a couple at the time, so I called Qingqing. I hope you don't mind."
"Hmm, your hand looks like it's bleeding. Did you just cut it?"
"It's nothing, just a minor cut. It'll heal in a while."
"But…" Sister Qing, in such a dangerous situation, could only have wanted to cry, but now, she shed pearly tears and gently stroked the area around my bleeding wound with her soft little hand.
"Sister Qing, I always feel better faster when I'm in a good mood. I'm not in a bad mood today either, after all, my dear Sister Qing shed tears for me that were like pearls, but more precious than pearls."
"Waaah..."
"Sister Qing, I hope I won't call you Sister Qing anymore, but will use the way I called you before?"
Sister Qing nodded while crying. I think she understood what that meant. The term "Sister Qing" only meant a sibling relationship, while the term "Qingqing" meant that there would be more room and space for development between the two of them...
(Part Three)
Sitting in the taxi, we didn't say a word. Qingqing (I stopped calling her Sister Qing because she had accepted the more intimate term "Qingqing" by then) was still crying, tears of pain and emotion. After all, she had experienced being molested, threatened, and driven to the brink by a gang leader, until I pulled her out of her predicament. I think Qingqing must have been overwhelmed with worries. Her right hand was still firmly held in my left hand; I hoped she could calm down, and in fact, she was slowly calming down. After getting out of the taxi,
I didn't let go of her hand but held it tightly. As we entered the gate, the soldier standing ramrod straight asked to check our identification, his face expressionless. After all, it was unusual to see a man and a woman holding hands entering the school gate so late at night. We respectfully showed our officer's IDs. When the soldier saw Qingqing's ID, he was a little surprised. He had been on duty for two years and this was the first time he had seen such a beautiful female officer enter and leave the school. (Qingqing had also come and gone in the afternoon, but she was definitely on duty with one of the other two shifts.)
Until we were almost at the dormitory, we hadn't exchanged a single word. Instead, we held hands, trying to understand each other's feelings. Finally, we reached the dormitory door. Qingqing looked at me intently: "Xi... today..."
I knew she was going to bring up what happened today again, so I immediately covered her mouth with my hand and said, "Don't say anything. Protecting you is my duty!"
My words were so resolute, so manly.
At that moment, Qingqing was like a little girl, her big eyes filled with pity as she looked at my wound. She said, "Your wound will heal quickly. Get some rest." Then she kissed my wound and went back to her room, 101, without looking back.
When I got back to my room, Atao was already fast asleep, while I was replaying in my mind all the unpredictable events of the day. From meeting
Xu Qing, who looked exactly like the mixed-race model "Lanlan" from the Olay ad, to reaching orgasm while listening to Qingjie sing in the bathroom, to the perilous scene at the disco that night, to Qingqing no longer calling me Xiaoxi, but Xi, and finally, Qingqing's kiss on my wound...
I got up very early the next morning, and the first thing I did was wake Atao up. Then I kept asking Atao what good food and fun places there were in XX city, and I remembered them all. Because I promised Qingqing yesterday that I would take her to eat all the good food in XX city when I had time. Atao was very confused as to why I suddenly cared about these things. Haha, of course I wouldn't tell her, because I didn't want to make things too public before the die was cast.
When we went to the canteen to get our food, I spotted Qingqing in her military uniform from afar. She was quite tall, a typical Northeastern girl, 1.68 meters, not shorter than some of the boys. Another reason, of course, was the large group of people surrounding her, making her easily noticeable.
Ah, there's a saying that's so true: everyone has a love for beauty. Even though they were a group of People's Liberation Army soldiers, hailed as "the most lovable people," they exemplified this perfectly. So
many people in the canteen were giving Qingqing unreserved attention. Although I was seeing my crush being admired by so many, I fully understood. They were all young men, what's wrong with that? Besides, the more people staring at her, the more accurate my judgment was.
Accustomed to this, Qingqing exuded a remarkable elegance, always displaying a subtle smile that created an invisible barrier between herself and others. When our eyes met, I smiled, and I saw worry in her eyes. I knew she had been concerned about my injury.
I returned a confident, healthy smile, assuring her there was nothing to worry about, and I saw a reassured look in her eyes. We communicated intimately through our eyes, clearly the best way, because I knew that speaking to me under so much scrutiny would invite unnecessary gossip, which wouldn't be good for either of us.
The next day's classes flew by. My anticipation made me exceptionally excited and happy, and everything felt effortless. In the afternoon, I continued my workout, this time with extra intensity, knowing that a pair of beautiful eyes might be watching me from room 101.
After each workout, I, no longer careful, still liked to shower in just my underwear. One time, I ran into Qingqing, who had just finished showering. She laughed and called me a shameless little rascal before running back to her room. I think she must have seen my well-built muscles and the bulge in my underwear.
At school, when other people were around, I rarely spoke to Qingqing, and she naturally understood. We communicated mostly through eye contact. Often, communication beyond words is more effective; silence speaks louder than words.
Whenever we left school to try various famous snacks, we no longer maintained our school reserve, but naturally held hands. Perhaps it was because of that harrowing night, and how she unconsciously took my hand when she was most frightened, that our subsequent hand-holding felt so natural.
Every time I held her hand, I would tease her a little with my fingers, like gently tapping her palm with my index finger, sometimes gripping her hand tighter and sometimes loosening it. Each time, she would glare at me a couple of times, but didn't seem to reject me. Occasionally, her palms would sweat a little; I wondered if other parts of her body were also sweating like her palms.
For the next two weeks, we happily enjoyed every fun place in XX city, eating all the delicious food I knew. We also got to know each other better. Qingqing's father was a very upright officer in the army, already a junior officer during the Vietnam War, and had made many meritorious contributions. Even more legendary was that
Qingqing's father and another officer, slightly older than him, were once cornered by a small Vietnamese unit
. The two great soldiers encouraged and supported each other, finally crawling out of the bloodbath. Watching their soldiers leave one by one, the two officers deeply realized what true friendship in adversity and true brotherhood meant. After the war, their relationship was naturally extraordinary. However, due to their different life ideals, Qingqing's father pursued a career in scientific research and teaching, and is now a technical civilian general. Qingqing's uncle, on the other hand, took the administrative path and is now a very important high-ranking official (lieutenant general) in the military region.
The relationship between the two old men was very special; it seemed they had some kind of agreement. When this was mentioned, Qingqing's expression would subtly change, a change strikingly similar to the feeling she had when she first met Qingqing and she said she was unmarried. Could there be something sad about this? The
May Day holiday was in three days. On the evening of April 28th, as previously agreed, we
went to the most famous place in XX city for viewing the night view: the X Mountain Viewing Platform. We stood on the top level of the platform. Since it wasn't the weekend, there were hardly any other people there besides us.
Qingqing was incredibly excited. Before her lay a breathtakingly beautiful and magnificent scene: the beautiful city of XX, its lights twinkling in the night, the wide river reflecting the shimmering lights. Such a beautiful sight naturally brought Qingqing's emotions to a fever pitch.
"Look, a shooting star! It's so fast! Quick, make a wish!" Beautiful girls love such romantic and innocent things. Without even looking at me, she immediately closed her eyes, then solemnly clasped her hands together and silently made a wish.
Although I didn't like doing that, since it was Qingqing's suggestion, I absolutely wouldn't disobey her. So, I also clasped my hands together and silently made a wish.
"Qingqing, can you tell me what you wished for?"
"You have to tell me what you wished for first."
Actually, I hadn't planned to wish for anything, but Qingqing suddenly asked, so I could only say half-jokingly and half-teasingly, "I wish you could kiss my hand again, like you did last time, and then kiss my cheek." As I said this, my face turned extremely red, having never experienced kissing before. I don't know where I got the courage to say something so direct.
Just as I was blushing and didn't know what to say, Qingqing slowly and gently touched my lips with her small mouth, then pulled away, brushing her hair with her hand. "My wish is to kiss you again." Oh my god
, I never expected that an unconscious teasing would lead to the most wonderful result. Even if I were stupid, I wouldn't be so stupid as to not understand what Qingqing meant, right? I abandoned all gentlemanly manners and restraint, and with the fastest speed and strongest arms, I hugged Qingqing tightly in my arms, then prepared to make eye contact with her again.
Unexpectedly, she closed her eyes. Wasn't this her most obvious way of telling me, "Come on, kiss me, love me..."?
I immediately sealed her lips with mine. Since it was my first kiss with a woman, I was truly at a loss. Although I had read many articles on love and knew how to kiss, when I actually experienced it, I still acted so amateurishly and stupidly.
Slowly, our lips remained pressed together for about a minute. Then Qingqing opened her mouth and slipped her incredibly smooth tongue into my mouth, like a little eel, impossible to catch. Sometimes it circled around my tongue, sometimes it touched the upper part of my mouth, and sometimes it licked the lower part.
This feeling finally made me truly understand the kissing sensations I had read about in the articles on love. Naturally, I was also enlightened by Qingqing's actions. I also tried to stick my tongue into her mouth, stirring her tongue vigorously with faster and stronger movements (perhaps this would seem more masculine), and then forcefully sucking on her tongue, sucking on her upper and lower lips.
This French-style wet kiss lasted about five or six minutes. Qingqing tightened her grip on my waist with her small hands. At that moment, it suddenly dawned on me, and I cursed myself inwardly, "Gong Xi, Gong Xi, you're such an idiot! Other girls know how to use their hands, but all you know how to do is kiss."
Like a child who had found a treasure, I excitedly moved my hands slowly from her waist to her buttocks, stopping at them, and then began to vigorously knead them. I seemed to have read in the annals of love that the buttocks don't have many nerve endings, so they're not very sensitive; you need to be firm to get results. The breasts, on
the other hand, are very sensitive and can only be gently rubbed. Understanding this, I naturally kneaded her full but not overly large buttocks vigorously. Meanwhile, Qingqing, while kissing me, made "Mmm...Mmm..." sounds from her lips. I knew she must be very excited.
My hands then slowly moved up from her hips, and when they touched a strap—the back strap of her bra—they curved like a pedestrian seeing a prominent sign, wrapping around her back to the front. Each hand, like a victorious warrior standing proudly atop a conquered peak, roared to the sky. Then, my hands began to gently caress her breasts.
Although I didn't know their size at the time, recalling the events and drawing on my experience today, I could tell they were definitely 34Es. Even through the half-cup bra and a thin layer of shirt fabric, I could feel how soft her breasts were.
Although I couldn't see the skin color of her breasts, I estimated it was probably the same as her complexion, arms, and other parts of her body—the same milky white skin as the mixed-race model in the Olay commercial. By this time, my little brother was already erect, pushing his briefs up like a tent.
Bold as ever, I pressed my lower body close to Qingqing's thighs, clearly wanting her to feel my need. My hands tried to circumvent her clothes and truly touch her breasts, while my tongue intensified its grip, swirling around hers.
The moans emanating from Qingqing's lips grew louder, and her body temperature rose sharply. From these natural bodily reactions, I knew Qingqing meant it; she had sensed my need, and I sensed hers too.
Just then, footsteps sounded on the stairs of the observation deck. Qingqing and I quickly separated like two children who had done something wrong. I saw her immediately straighten her disheveled hair and the wrinkles I had crumpled in her clothes, while I gave her that same mischievous smile, and she gave me her signature, intensely affectionate glare!
No longer in the mood to admire the night view, we left the observation deck arm in arm, going from holding hands on the way up to walking down tightly. Although others might not have thought anything of it, the two of us thoroughly enjoyed the experience.
On the taxi ride back, we sat in the back as usual, but this time, instead of holding hands, I rested her head on my broad shoulder. Every now and then, when the driver wasn't looking, I'd steal a kiss on her cheek, followed by a mischievous grin.
When we reached the dormitory, I reluctantly let go of Qingqing's arm. Instead of going straight to my room as usual, I stood there, looking into her eyes.
Qingqing brought her lips close to my ear and whispered in a soft, sweet breath, "Qingqing understands what you mean, but not today. Look, the captain's room light is still on. What if they check the rooms later? Do you mean you won't make a sound when we're doing it?"
Although my libido was high, I still had some sense of reason. Besides, Qingqing's hint made me understand her even better. "Baby, take a shower later, go to bed early, *kiss*." With a goodbye kiss, I quickly returned to my dormitory.
Looking at Atao on the bed, his snoring and the strong smell of alcohol in the room, I thought, "That drunkard." I grabbed a towel and a basin and headed to the bathroom. I'd
barely turned on the tap when I heard a door slam shut next door. I knew Qingqing was already there. Listening to the rushing water, I remembered what Qingqing had said to me that night: "...
Don't you make any noise when we're doing 'that'?"
Suddenly, I felt incredibly proud of myself. I felt so honored by what I'd said to her last words—my reminder to take a shower before bed was so incredibly helpful.
"Qingqing, is that you?"
"Yes."
That familiar voice belonged to her; she was the only girl in the whole building. "I missed you."
"Me too..."
Then, I nervously turned off the water, opened the bathroom door, and, taking advantage of the darkness, gently knocked on the women's bathroom door. With that knock, I heard another sound—the sound of something falling to the floor. Was Qingqing frightened or just nervous?
I didn't knock again. After about half a minute, the door opened slightly. I looked back to make sure no one was there, then darted into the women's bathroom as fast as I could. Once inside, I said nothing, but used my strong shoulders to tightly embrace her naked body, continuing our French kiss from the X Mountain observation deck, continuing the further caresses that had been interrupted by others.
When my hands truly touched her breasts, I felt how tender, how smooth, how full they were—the feel was simply wonderful, irresistible.
After caressing them for a few minutes, I clearly felt her nipples harden. In the dim light of the bathroom, I couldn't see the exact color, but I was certain they were pink, because her breasts felt so wonderful, so tender and soft.
Then my hand slowly moved towards her lower body, towards her most mysterious pubic hair, the neatly arranged, sparse pubic hair playfully sticking up. When my hand touched the entrance to her vagina, the place every man desires, she visibly paused. Then we parted our lips, and in the dim light, Qingqing looked so sexy, so alluring. "Baby, tonight you're mine!"
I continued to tease her vagina, inserting my index finger into her labia, carefully probing, sometimes shallow, sometimes deep. Perhaps it was because of the shower, or perhaps because our libido was too high, but her vagina was noticeably wet. I didn't know if it was water or her vaginal lubrication, maybe the former, maybe the latter, or perhaps both.
At this moment, Qingqing gently grasped my erect penis with her smooth little hand, then slowly manipulated the foreskin, stroking it up and down. Her eyes were fixed on me, an expression I couldn't decipher. Was it a look of lust, or was she asking if I was feeling good? Oh God, I can't take it anymore!
My penis, which had only ever been with my right hand, was experiencing a foreign
object for the first time today. And this foreign object was none other than Qingqing, the person who looked exactly like Lanlan in my sexual fantasies every time my penis was with my right hand.
I was quickly pushed to the edge of orgasm. I stopped touching Qingqing's vagina and grabbed her hand that was stroking me: "Qingqing, I can't take it anymore, can I go in?"
At this moment, Qingqing was definitely in need as well, because I had already aroused her. She nodded, then turned around and turned on several faucets, making the water splash even louder. What a smart and cautious woman, remembering to make more noise so that no one outside could hear at such a crucial moment.
She held onto the water pipe with one hand, facing her buttocks towards me, and then used her other small hand to grasp my penis, anxiously guiding it to the entrance of her honey pot. Turning back to look at me with tender affection, she said, "Xi, I don't regret it. Today, I want to be your woman."
With my reply, "I will always love you," I finally, guided by her, thrust my 19-centimeter penis all the way in, until it touched her cervix. This was followed by a painful cry accompanied by the "splashing" sound of water: "Ah!!!"
"I'm sorry, Qingqing, I hurt you. Let's stop."
"Don't pull it out. It's Qingqing's first time experiencing such a powerful penis, and it's a little uncomfortable, but I like that feeling of fullness... Slowly thrust in and out... Yes, just like that, slowly thrust in and out..."
The feeling of my penis being completely enveloped in her vagina was warm and slippery, a feeling I could never experience when masturbating before. This feeling was so wonderful and so stimulating. Plus, it was truly the first time I had inserted my penis into a woman's most mysterious place, and the other person was my favorite "Lanlan."
I probably only thrust less than 30 times, which is less than half a minute, when an extremely tingling sensation came from the head of my penis. I excitedly pushed my buttocks forward with all my might, so that my penis was completely inserted into the deepest part of the vagina, and a thick stream of semen shot powerfully into Qingqing's uterus.
After my climax, I slowly bent down and hugged Qingqing from behind, who was arching her back with her buttocks raised. I held her right breast with my left hand and her left breast with my right, then straightened her body and whispered in her ear, "Qingqing, I'm so useless. I just aroused you, but I can't satisfy you. I'm so useless."
At that moment, I felt extremely ashamed and inferior. "I'll never touch you again because I don't want to see my Qingqing suffer because of me."
"Why do you say that? Actually, Qingqing knows that this is your first time. What man can be so skilled and bring a woman to orgasm on his first time? He's definitely not a virgin. If you act like you're very experienced, Qingqing will be unhappy." Qingqing spoke like a loving mother instructing her child.
"What do you mean by 'that'? I don't understand!" I pretended, just wanting to hear Qingqing say such lewd words.
"Don't give me that! I know you too well, you just want me to say that... word..."
Qingqing's voice was barely audible when she said "dry," but I still heard it.
Looking at her shy face, I couldn't bear to tease her anymore. Instead, I gently kissed her lips again, my hands wandering over her firm 34E breasts, slowly moving to her dark, inverted triangle area.
This time, I didn't rush in and probe her vaginal walls like before. Instead, I patiently explored the outside until I gently touched her clitoris. I could clearly feel her body shudder, followed by a soft moan from her mouth. After stroking her clitoris for a while, I turned to my hands and worked on her labia, gently tugging and caressing them until I could clearly feel her vaginal fluid flowing out.
Meanwhile, Qingqing, while kissing me, also grasped my penis again with her smooth little hands. She gently scratched the skin around my testicles with her fingernails, the new sensation making me incredibly excited. It was similar to the tingling sensation during ejaculation, yet different. Stimulated, my penis quickly became erect again. Qingqing,
recognizing her success, continued to stroke the foreskin of my penis with her little hands, rotating it slightly as she moved it up and down. Ah, Qingqing really knows how to please a man.
I wasn't going to back down either, and I intensified my finger work inside her vagina, very forcefully and deeply, making her moans louder and louder, until she pulled her lips away from mine, looked at me with an extremely seductive gaze, and said, "Hee~~ I can't take it anymore... Stop it... Just go in..."
At this point, I had no mood to deliberately tease her anymore, so of course I couldn't bear to refuse her and nodded. Then I watched as Qingqing took her little hands away, and just like the first time we had intercourse, she turned her back, held onto the water pipe with both hands, arched her back, and then raised her buttocks towards me, waiting for me...
I held my penis, and because of today's experience, I knew where to insert it, and slowly pushed it towards the vaginal opening until it touched the outer labia, and then thrust it in hard...
"Oh..." Qingqing groaned comfortably, her warm, fleshy hole completely engulfing my penis.
Because I was too nervous and inexperienced the first time I entered, I only cared about the fact that I had penetrated. But this time, I knew how to carefully experience Qingqing's vagina. Oh my god! This is Qingqing's vagina, slightly narrow yet warm and inviting, slippery and warm. That feeling would make any man reluctant to pull his penis out.
After Qingqing's hot vagina adapted to my size, it enveloped me like surging waves, layer upon layer. I groaned with pleasure, thrusting vigorously. Qingqing's continuous moans were like a seductive enchantment, greatly increasing my sexual desire. My
hands were not idle at this time either, reaching from behind to grasp her breasts, which appeared even fuller and larger due to gravity. At that moment, I didn't care about her feelings anymore, fiercely and forcefully kneading them.
Qingqing moved vigorously back and forth, her hips thrusting to meet the in-and-out motions of my penis. Her long hair danced in the air like waves, and a look of ecstasy spread across her face. Her vaginal fluids gushed forth like molten lava.
After about a few hundred thrusts, and ten minutes later, Qingqing let out a series of delicate moans from deep within her throat. With each violent contraction of her vagina, a gush of hot fluid gushed forth, scalding my penis and causing me to ejaculate violently. We both reached our climax simultaneously!
After a moment of breathlessness, I held the limp Qingqing in my arms again, letting her lean on my shoulder. She caressed my chest muscles affectionately, and then I whispered in her ear, "Qingqing, I love you to death. I can give up everything else except you and my parents."
"Mmm."
I could tell she was satisfied with my confession because I hadn't said anything like other men, like the cliché of loving only one person and being willing to give up everything for them. Instead, I had placed her status alongside my parents who gave me life and raised me, proving that I was rational and hadn't abandoned a basic principle of being a decent human being. However, her "thank you" didn't express any real meaning.
"I told you, it's not that you're not good enough, it's just that it was normal the first time. Look, you made me like that just now..." Perhaps seeing my hesitation, Qingqing immediately changed the subject and praised me. Of course, she was also trying to boost my confidence as a man.
Afterwards, we showered together, laughing and joking. Of course, my penis got hard again, while Qingqing said seriously, "You pervert, are you planning to shower until tomorrow? We have class tomorrow."
Although I really wanted to, I still listened to her. Besides, making love in the bathroom like this, although exciting and pleasurable, was still nerve-wracking. What if someone walked into the men's bathroom while we were making love and forgetting everything else and shouting loudly?
After we finished washing up, Qingqing gave me a mischievous smile and asked, "What do you like about me?"
I didn't say anything, but instead took the initiative to wipe the water droplets off Qingqing's body. Through the towel, I traced her hair, her angelic mixed-race face, her high and firm breasts, her slender waist, her inverted triangle that made me swoon, her incredibly sexy thighs, her perfectly proportioned calves, and finally her tender little feet.
From my earnest actions, Qingqing truly felt that I loved every part of her body, every inch of her skin, because I felt that these things were indeed worthy of my affection and love…
“You little rascal, you’ve made us take a bath for over an hour! Go back and get some rest, you have class tomorrow.”
“I didn’t make you suffer. If I were, why didn’t you look pained? You looked so happy.”
She gave me that habitual look again.
I whispered in her ear, “Baby, you’re tired too. Go to sleep early. I’ll think of everything else. I’ll give you something tomorrow night, bye… Oh, right, go out first and see if anyone’s outside.”
Qingqing was startled at first, then immediately understood what I was going to give her tomorrow. She smiled mischievously, opened the door, and went out.
“Everyone’s asleep!” she muttered playfully to herself before running back to her room. (IV)
The next morning, I woke up feeling better than ever. Could it be because I had finally released years of pent-up desire the night before? I think so. Otherwise, why would I feel so good today when I've never felt this way before? There's a saying that women in love are the most beautiful, and I coin a phrase: men are most energetic after sex.
Thinking back to last night in the women's bathroom, Qingqing and I made love, reaching the peak of our sexual experience together…
After class at noon, I took leave to go shopping. Last night, I promised Qingqing that I would take care of everything else, including safety, of course. A responsible man is definitely not the kind who finishes, pulls up his pants, and leaves everything else to the woman.
In a self-service pharmacy, I searched for ages but couldn't find the emergency contraceptive pills I'd heard about before. It was my first time buying adult products like this, and to be honest, I was incredibly embarrassed. I was planning to go back and ask the more experienced Tao to buy them for me, but just as I was about to leave, I suddenly remembered the promise I made to Qingqing yesterday. If I couldn't even be brave enough to buy the contraceptive pills myself, how could I be a responsible man?
Stubbornly, I gritted my teeth and finally mustered the courage to ask the saleswoman, "Excuse me, where is the emergency contraceptive pill?"
After receiving a reply, I calmly walked over. I think by then I was no longer shy or timid, because I knew that a shy, timid man like me wasn't qualified to be a young man. Next to the pills, I also saw condoms. I remembered reading about similar things before—that taking too many pills is bad for a woman's health—so I grabbed three boxes without hesitation…
During class that afternoon, I kept looking at the pills I bought today with curiosity and curiosity, over and over again. I read the instructions at least countless times. Haha, in all my years of schooling, I've never read a passage for so long.
The two afternoon classes passed quickly as I repeatedly read the instructions. After the bell rang, since most of my classmates were student leaders, they probably had many activities and meals. Unless it was a situation where review was absolutely necessary, almost no one would stay in the classroom to study during mealtime.
Normally, I'd probably be back in my room changing and exercising by now, but today I wanted to take advantage of this perfect opportunity—no one around—to meet Qingqing in a public place at school and give her the "safety item" I promised her last night.
Thinking this, I immediately picked up my Mitsubishi M720 and dialed her number.
"Hello... *kiss*—did you miss me...?" Her sweet voice came through the receiver as soon as the call connected, and I was naturally thrilled.
"My darling Qingqing, of course I missed you terribly! Where are you?"
"What's wrong? I just got back to the dorm. We're about to eat. Why, aren't you back in the dorm?"
"No, I went out and bought some things for you. I wanted to give them to you now, but I can't give you something like that in a public place. It would be too bad for you if others saw us. So, I'm in this empty classroom right now..." She interrupted me before I could finish.
"You want me to come over, right? I'm coming to get the food you bought me. If it's not enough to fill my stomach, you'll have to make sure I have dinner, okay? Hehe..."
"Okay, darling, I'll wait for you, bye... *kiss*"
After hanging up, I started organizing my books, planning to give them to Qingqing when she arrived, and then we'd go out for dinner. After organizing my books, I waited about five minutes, and Qingqing, whom I hadn't seen all day, gently pushed open my half-closed door and nimbly slipped inside.
Perhaps afraid that others would see the two of us meeting so unexpectedly, Qingqing instinctively closed the door behind her. I looked at Qingqing today; she wasn't wearing a hat, and her long, black, shiny hair, just past her shoulders, was absolutely as beautiful as any model in a famous shampoo commercial, only today it was neatly pinned up with a crystal hair clip.
Since it was during regular class time, and class had just ended, she was dressed in a crisp, neat military uniform, with a bright red tie over her shirt, and perfectly straight trouser seams. Combined with her black mid-heeled women's leather shoes, she exuded an air of elegance and respect.
"What's wrong, you little rascal? Is this the first time you've seen me in a uniform?"
"Not at all, not at all. I wanted to look closely before, but I was afraid you'd think I was lewd, so I didn't dare look too long or too closely. Today I finally got a good look! Our Captain is so dignified! I salute you!" She then gave a joking salute.
"Hmph, you were afraid I'd call you lewd before, but you're not afraid now? Lewd." When she said the word "lewd," there was no hint of reproach; it just seemed like she was deliberately trying to annoy me. And I wasn't going to let this opportunity pass; I had to get back at her.
"Okay, from now on I won't be lewd anymore, which means I won't look at you anymore." So I closed my eyes, pretending I really wouldn't look at her anymore.
Slowly, after a while, my nose smelled a very pleasant perfume. Because I've never been a fan of women's cosmetics, I didn't know what kind of perfume it was, but it definitely wasn't some cheap, low-quality product. It gave off a comfortable and pleasant feeling, making you want to keep smelling it. Then I felt a pair of full buttocks sit on my lap, and a pair of smooth little hands encircled my neck.
To confirm that it was real, I suddenly opened my eyes, and saw that face that looked like a mixed-race model, with a pair of big eyes staring into mine at the same time.
A smug smile: "Didn't you say you wouldn't be lewd anymore, wouldn't look at me anymore? Why are you going back on your word?"
I surrendered!
"I can't bear to part with you..." Then came a deep French kiss, my hands grabbing her buttocks from behind. As the kiss reached its climax, both of our tongues intensified their teasing of each other.
I pushed her away, then looked at her again, thinking she must...

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