Tianpeng Passenger Ship

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1. Introduction
Let me start by introducing myself. I won't mention my surname or given name, but I'm a Manchu from the Plain White Banner, a sailor. I won't mention the female protagonist's name either; she's Han Chinese, but also a banner person, from the Han Eight Banners of the Qing Dynasty. It was 2000. My company arranged for me to board a ship in Dalian. I'm from Qingdao, so to get to Dalian I had to take a passenger ship from Yantai. I called my classmate in Yantai to ask him to buy me a ticket. Actually, my classmate worked at the Yantai-Dalian Ferry Company; asking him to buy me a ticket was more like stealing a ticket from him. But we still had a good relationship from three years of university. At 2:30 PM, I arrived in Yantai and found my classmate. He told me the ship was indeed departing at 7:30 PM, and we were going to Tianpeng First Class. Everything was settled, so we went to the company guesthouse (Jin Haiyang Shipping Company's crew guesthouse had meals on credit). We drank about two bottles of baijiu and 30 bottles of beer. Some readers might say that's a lot of drinking capacity, but that's not really the case. We drank for four hours straight, so of course we weren't drunk. I usually drink one bottle of baijiu and one bottle of beer in a 1+1 ratio, a skill honed from years of sailing. Around 6 pm, my classmate saw me off onto the passenger ship, saying, "Take care, brother," and then loudly sang "Embrace the Sea, Greet the Sunrise"... our school song. He left without looking back; I don't know if he was moved or just drunk. All our classmates are sailing the oceans, only he works on land. Perhaps it's because he's never truly been a sailor, never embraced the sea, and never fought against the wind and waves.
After my
classmate left, my head ached a little, and I was still slightly drunk. I thought going to the deck for some fresh air would help. I staggered out of my room and onto the deck, where I saw passengers already waiting for the ship, men, women, young and old, with bags of all sizes, bustling about. A sailor at the gangway called out: "Second class, go to the left; third class, go to the right; fourth class, go forward; disembark." A pleasant female voice came from beside me, "Then, sir, it's windy outside, go inside." I slowly turned my head and saw a rather pretty ship's waitress. "?" How did you know? "Oh, Mr. Li told me to take care of you." A sweet smile revealed two dimples, so beautiful. (Mr. Li is my classmate, that rascal, he didn't even tell me.)
Me: What's your name? "Aaa." Oh, I see. I'll go in now. Back in the cabin, it was so deserted. The economy is bad, no one's flying first class. I went to second class alone, and it was full of second-rate rich people (nouveau riche). Their status didn't deserve to be in first class. They looked at me with surprise when they saw me come down from first class, wondering who I was. Third class was more crowded, but there was nothing that interested me. I turned and walked towards fourth class. There were more people there, and an indescribable smell, a mixture of women's stench and men's odor. You can't smell it when the air is good, but it's especially strong in the poorly ventilated cabin. I walked slowly, looking around, trying to find something... There were almost no people left. I checked my watch; it would be about 20 minutes before departure. I figured someone might be watching the ship depart from the deck, so I quickened my pace and walked to the aft deck. I saw sailors waiting blankly for the departure order; it was a familiar sight for them, but for us ocean-going sailors, departure meant another period of solitude. Suddenly, a girl's name caught my eye (our heroine was here!). Experience told me this girl… Should I find an excuse to talk to her? No, not at all. This kind of girl practically begs you to talk to her, haha. "Miss, you
've never been on a ship before, have you?"
The girl replied, "Hmm? Who are you? Do we know each other?"
"Hehe, of course I don't know you. If I did, I would have called you by your name."
"Yes, hehe, sir, what's your name? "
"My surname is Na, and I'm just a sailor. " "Ah, your surname is Na?" "Yes, is there something wrong?" "No, no, you're a Manchu? Right?" "I'm from the Plain White Banner. How did you know, miss?" The lady replied, "I'm from Liaoning. My ancestors were Manchus, but I'm Han Chinese. I often heard my grandfather talk about Manchus when I was little." (I was speechless. I didn't want to trace my family lineage with her.) After a few simple pleasantries, I asked, "Miss, what's your name?" "Zhao Shuang." Shuang asked, "Sir, you just said you're a sailor? Yes, I am a sailor. " "Then tell me about the ship." (Although she's a woman of the night, she's still so curious and eager to know.) I started telling Zhao Shuang about the ship and life on board, omitting many words. She listened intently, as if she wanted to crawl into my brain and see everything I knew. 3 Time flew by, and the ship left Yantai, passing Zhifu Island. I told her, "Let's go in; it'll be windy in the sea , you'll catch a cold!" "No," she said, "I want to stay a little longer; I love the sea." So I stayed with the girl and continued our conversation. During our chat, I learned she was a university student studying marine geology at a university in Qingdao. While we were talking, I took off my jacket and draped it over her shoulders, saying, "It's windy; be careful you don't catch a cold." She said, "No need, let's go in; it'll be dark soon." We went into the cabin one after the other. She said, "Let's go to the restaurant. I bought a table for the general seating; it's inconvenient for you to sit there." The little girl hadn't expected me to be in the first cabin. "I'll buy that old man a Coke, hehe," I said. "You little rascal, I'm happy about that." I followed her to the restaurant and found a table. Since it wasn't mealtime, it wasn't very crowded. Just then, AAA saw me and walked straight over, saying, "First Mate, where have you been? Are you hungry? It's time to eat." I glanced at Zhao Shuang and asked, "What would you like to eat?" Zhao Shuang looked at me with wide eyes. "You're the first mate? Haha, how come I didn't think of that?" "No need, no need," I said. "I already ate downstairs. Eating on the ship is so expensive, so I ate downstairs. I also bought instant noodles and ham, something to eat when I get hungry in the middle of the night. You haven't eaten, so you can eat by yourself." I said, "That's not nice. Since you treated me to a Coke, I should treat you to a meal too." "Give me face, just order a few things," Zhao Shuang said, hastily ordering two dishes and saying, "Okay, okay, I can't eat much." I knew there wasn't much good food on the ship unless a high-ranking official made a reservation in advance and had a chef come on board. The usual meals were just to fill our stomachs, so I didn't insist on ordering more. I turned to AAA and said, "Just make something light, don't bother, it's past midnight, don't call the chef to cook. Just some drinks will do." During the meal, I told her I was staying in first class, and asked if she could come to my place after dinner. At first, she hesitated a bit, so I said, "You have nowhere else to go anyway, and the air isn't good after the banquet..." After saying a lot of things, she finally relented and said, "At your kind invitation, I've decided to take a look around first class, but only for a short while." We'd almost finished our meal and drinks, so I took her to my room. Actually, the first-class standard was only about 4-star. 4 Passion

We chatted and drank beverages, thankfully there were some in the first cabin's refrigerator. An hour passed like this, then she stood up and said she needed to use the restroom. She rushed into the restroom, and the sound of her urinating inside instantly aroused me. A moment later, she came out and said she was leaving. I said, "Let's stay here tonight." We argued for a while, but I couldn't persuade her otherwise. Zhao Shuang turned and walked towards the door. How could I let her go? I grabbed her waist from behind and said, "Don't go, I won't do anything. I'm not a good person, but I'm not a bad person either, just an ordinary person." Zhao Shuang said, "If you're not a bad person, how dare you be so bold? We just met, and you're already sharing a room overnight. Even if it's not a big deal, it's not good. If you're not bad, just let go of me! I want to leave." She struggled, struggled hard, and if she wouldn't let go, I screamed. I immediately let go, not because I was afraid she would scream, but because it was uncomfortable holding her like that. She then turned around and said, "You bad guy!" I smiled stupidly, "Bad? No, I just hugged you." I took the opportunity to hug her tightly from the front, pressing her against my chest. She cried out, "No! Let go!" But I hugged her even tighter, making it hard for her to breathe. (I could strangle a horse with that kind of hug. I once strangled a startled horse in Ukraine and saved a woman from its hooves, but I'll talk about that later.) I loosened my grip slightly and lowered my head to kiss her. Her face turned red from my grip, and as I loosened my hold, she gasped for breath and stopped struggling. I kissed her lips, and with her mouth wide open, I tasted her tongue—slippery, sticky, and soft, with a woman's unique flavor, and of course, the taste of cola. I loosened my grip a little, and her breathing evened out. She didn't want me to continue kissing her and turned her head away, saying, "Such a strong smell of alcohol!" (Ugh, I should have known better than to drink so much with my classmates this afternoon.) My penis, stimulated by the alcohol and the kiss, was harder and hotter than a steel pipe, pressing against her lower abdomen through her thin clothes. She said, "Let go!" I said no, just a hug would be fine. She didn't say anything more because she knew that with my strength, rape would be easy. She also knew that I would board the ship the day after the rape, and the ship would head to South America, where the police wouldn't be able to catch me. I doubt they'd use Interpol for a rapist, haha. So I continued to hug her, resting my head on her shoulder and secretly eating a piece of green sword. I said, "You're so beautiful, I can't control myself." Her voice was trembling with sobs as she said, "You're bullying me, you're a bad guy! 55555." I used that moment to spit out the green sword and continued kissing her, mumbling intermittently, "Do you believe in love at first sight? I liked you the moment I saw you. I was standing on the deck watching you when you boarded the ship." Slowly, she stopped crying and began to cooperate with my kisses. Her tongue moved in my mouth, searching for and sucking on mine. I slowly loosened my arms, freeing one hand to gently caress her private parts. Through her jeans, I could feel her high mons pubis. I felt her legs suddenly tighten and straighten, straining, and she muttered, "No, no." I didn't care about that. I used my right hand to fumble around the zipper of her jeans, trying to pull them down. Strangely enough, it was easy to take off my own pants, but I couldn't unbutton them. In my haste, my hands trembled slightly. Zhao Shuang tried to stop me, saying, "No, no!" I pushed her hands away and said, "I'll unbutton them." By some miracle, I managed to unbutton her pants. She tried to button them up, but couldn't. I moved my hand down her smooth abdomen, through her underwear, and touched her pubic hair. She grabbed my wrist, preventing me from going down. Her grip was surprisingly strong, making it impossible for me to move, while her mouth continued to kiss me, her tongue searching for something in my mouth. I slipped my left hand under her shirt and groped along her back, finding and unhooking her bra. Her small breasts bounced out of the cups. My left hand continued its wandering, moving to her chest, feeling her heartbeat and the rapid rise and fall of her chest. My fingers gently touched her cherry-like nipples. This time, she didn't resist me pinching them; she just felt them harden and heat up. Slowly, I pulled her bra down. My right hand wasn't being held so tightly anymore, so I took it out of her panties and slowly moved it towards her buttocks, gently pulling her jeans down. When they reached her buttocks, her entire bottom was exposed. Her white panties concealed her round buttocks, the tips of which were slightly upturned, very sexy. My hand then slipped under her panties along her lower back, groping her firm buttocks, without any intention of touching her anus. As my hand continued to slide, a soft moan escaped her throat. Her nostrils trembled slightly, and her breathing became more rapid. My hand continued its wandering, slowly moving from her buttocks to her thighs, groping towards the base of her thighs. I could vaguely feel a few pubic hairs and a slight warmth in the most private and alluring part of a girl's body. She tried to grab my wrist to stop me from touching her, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't find it, let alone grab it. So, I slowly began to touch her vulva. Everyone knows the feeling of touching a vulva from behind; you don't touch the labia majora or minora first, but the sphincter muscle. The sphincter muscle was contracting powerfully, slippery and lubricated by her vaginal fluids. I gently inserted one finger, about 2-3 centimeters in. She said no, no! But what can you do when the arrow is already on the bowstring? What do you all think? It's obvious I went in, but I chose not to. Why? The right to go in should be reserved for the penis, haha, that's beside the point. I just kept rotating my finger around her vaginal opening, neither going in nor out. As I rotated it, she let out a low moan, and her vaginal fluids soaked her panties and covered my palm. I easily picked her up and carried her to the inner room. I placed her on the bed, and she lay there shyly, covering her breasts with her hands. Since she was wearing a bra, I removed it. I bent down and pulled down her jeans, which were already covering her calves. Her legs were long and alluring, without a single scar, except for a rose-shaped birthmark on her inner thigh that looked like a tattoo at first glance. Then I lay down beside her, parted her hands, and gently kissed her nipple, taking it into my mouth and nibbling it lightly with my teeth. At this, she stretched her legs out and tightened them further. I kissed her lips, kissed her breasts, slowly moved to her lower abdomen and kissed her navel. My hands gently stroked her mons pubis, my fingers stirring her pubic hair. Slowly, my hot lips kissed her labia, my tongue trying to reach deep into her vagina, as if trying to lick her clitoris. Zhao Shuang, caught off guard, cried out, "Ah!" I knew it was time to go in... I straightened my penis, which was already hard and hot, so there was no need for any further work. I aimed at her vaginal opening and thrust in. I heard her cry out, "Ah! What are you doing?" I said, "It's all in."
Instantly, she cried. I couldn't feel sorry for her anymore, so I didn't pull out and started using the nine shallow and one deep technique to fuck her. After about 3-4 minutes, her crying slowly turned into moans. Her vaginal fluids increased, and her vagina became increasingly slippery. I lifted her legs and watched my penis go in and out of her vagina, my mind blank. Her vaginal fluids flowed out of her vagina and onto the sheets, leaving a small patch on the sheets. About 15 minutes later, my glans went numb. I knew I was about to ejaculate, and without even realizing it, I thrust violently 40-50 times, one shallow thrust followed by another. My lower back went numb, and a thick stream of semen shot out from my urethra. The tingling sensation in my urethra stimulated my sympathetic nerves, leaving my brain numb. I thought, "That's it, I've ejaculated. Zhao Shuang, did you enjoy it?" I didn't pull out my penis. I climbed onto her chest, gently teasing her earlobe with my tongue, and asked if she was done. She didn't say anything, turning her head to the other side, refusing to answer my question. Slowly, my penis softened and slid out of her vagina, and the semen flowed out. That was it. Zhao Shuang got up and said she wanted to take a shower. Without saying much, she silently picked up her clothes and headed to the bathroom. The ship was still sailing along its predetermined route towards Dalian. It was 10:30 PM. I glanced at my watch. I lit a cigarette, thinking, "What should I say?" Zhao Shuang came out of the shower, dressed neatly, but her hair wasn't dry yet. She came to the bedside and said, "Get up, let's go to the living room." I put on my underwear, went to the living room, sat on the sofa, and looked at her. She naturally sat opposite me, straightened her hair, and said… That’s
all for today, everyone. I’ll post the rest another day.
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