The days of sharing an apartment with a beautiful foot massage girl

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A Miracle Mage account with legendary gear, a level 69 HaoFang ID, and four years of university without leaving any trace worth boasting about.

So when an inconspicuous job offer came from another city, I promptly went there.

The pay was average; buying a house was a pipe dream, but it was more than enough to support myself. After renting a two-bedroom apartment, I started to lewdly dream about roommates… The day after posting the roommate ad, I received that voice that made my heart flutter. So sweet, so incredibly sweet! Perhaps it was because I had been holding back for too long. In the afternoon, when I opened the door, even someone like me who had been immersed in (censored) BXJ for so many years couldn't suppress my secret joy. Super cute eyes, long hair draped over shoulders, and slender legs with black stockings peeking out from under a short skirt… Kongkong, Songsong, Lanlan? ??? Countless nude photos of female celebrities flashed through my mind. Okay, at that moment I realized that all the "perks" posted by JRs were garbage. Only when the real person stood in front of me could I feel the thrill of wanting to get hard but not daring to. "Hello, you're the one who called yesterday..."

"Yeah, I came to see..."

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, I started to rave about how great the house was and how convenient the transportation was. After the girl finished looking at it,

she giggled: "The house is nice, but you don't look like a good person." No way, hearing this, I got anxious: "Let me show you what a good person is, I'll waive the water and electricity for you!"

"Really? Then help me move my boxes later..."

At first, I thought that in such a small space, there would definitely be a lot of friction. 3 seconds, offensive foul. A week later, I realized that we weren't even in the same league. Every morning when I went to work, I never saw her get up. Every night when I went to sleep, she hadn't come back yet. On weekends, she would leave around 10 pm and not come back until late at night. For an experienced JR like me, I immediately judged that she must be from the National Security Bureau.

From then on, I dared not lewdly stare at the lingerie on the balcony and fantasize about endless spring scenery. I just stayed in my room browsing Hupu (a Chinese sports

forum), occasionally commenting on the "welfare" pictures. I'd seen too much of that before; it wasn't interesting anymore. It wasn't until a month later that I learned her name. That night, after she came back, I was playing games with my classmates on Haofang (another Chinese sports forum). I didn't sleep and didn't hear her taking a shower, but I heard her violent coughing. It broke my heart. I can't bear to see such a delicate girl sick. In the morning, I went straight to the pharmacy and bought her some loquat syrup, leaving a note: "Hey, drink this, it's really effective, don't delay." Having read the "Naked Hu" (a Chinese online dating guide) tutorial, I knew this trick would basically drain her half her health.

Sure enough, when I got home from work that evening, I saw an extra line on the paper: "I'm not called 'Hey,' just call me Wenwen, thanks, you rascal." Looking at the words, my damn compassionate heart betrayed me again. Remembering that pear juice could cure coughs, I bought some, sliced it, and steamed it in the rice cooker. I wasn't asleep. Seeing her downstairs, I immediately put the pear juice on the table and left a note: "Wenwen, drink this, it'll make you feel better tomorrow." —The good guy, pretending to be asleep, was overjoyed to hear her drinking water outside. I knew I'd basically won her over instantly.

"It's delicious, thank you, thank you, you rascal!" "That's good, call me if you need anything." —The good guy thought about fast-forwarding, but I didn't expect it to be this fast.

That weekend, she didn't go to work. When she woke up at noon, she smiled and said to me, "You bad boy, thank you for the medicine, I'll treat you to lunch!"

"I'm a good person, what do you want to eat? Tell me, how could I let a little brat like you treat me, really!"

I took Wenwen out to eat, then tricked her into going to the movies. Although she called me a bad boy the whole way, she didn't refuse any of my requests. When we got home, I took a shower and lay in bed. I had just dozed off for a bit when I saw Wenwen standing at the door, her face flushed, wearing a skirt suit and black stockings, having taken off her coat. "You bad boy, do me a favor, come to my room!"

This was too fast! I glanced at my brother, thinking of the old saying from JRs: "We'll talk about it later." I pretended to be a little hesitant and went to her room. She smelled so good. "You bad boy, you sleep on the bed..." Wenwen's voice was very soft, but I still heard her. Wait, does she like the woman-on-top position?

"Turn around, lie down..."

My God, is she a man? This disguise is too damn convincing! Stockings, oh my god, she's stroking my feet with hers. "Does it feel good?" Wenwen's slightly shy voice made me about to explode. "It feels good, it feels so damn good." So she has a foot fetish, what a weirdo. Calves, thighs, buttocks, back, her jade feet in stockings kept teasing every cell in my body. Then, she suddenly pressed her legs against my back, her long hair hanging down and fluttering in my ears. Okay, at that moment, I was already hard. What is she going to do?

"You bad boy, give me your hands."

If I could hold your hands, I would be willing to be twisted into a bow. "You bad boy, squat by the wall."

I turned around and saw that she was actually lying behind me. Her breasts, which were not very big but full, made my mouth water under the bra. No way, can you handle it? She actually tried to lift me up with her knee! I finally realized she was giving me a massage. "Okay, relax," she insisted, her face flushed. After several failed attempts, she finally succeeded, and she jumped up happily. I wished she would fail a few more times, because that way I could lie in her arms, especially when my little hands touched her legs in black stockings. After this ordeal, there was no longer any distance between us. Wenwen started telling me everything: the girls at the shop all had back massages during their massages, but she didn't know how, so she used me as a guinea pig.

"Girl, go ahead and try, don't be shy!"

"You bad boy, I thought you'd look down on me..."

"Of course not, only the proper ones go to such lengths, but be careful when you do this."

"Yeah, I know. I didn't do well in school, so I'm doing this to earn some money first."

After that, Wenwen and I became like friends who had known each other for years. I started deliberately waiting until night to have late-night snacks with her. She started secretly cleaning my room when I wasn't around. She would always mess around with me on her only two days off each month. I started holding her hand to go to the movies. She started drinking my half-finished iced tea. I don't know if this is love, but I only know that holding her feels wonderful. To be honest, although I had countless lewd thoughts about her underwear at first, when I held her, I never thought about having sex. I never mentioned it, even when I was sucking her sweet words and licking her tongue... Life flowed by happily day by day, until a melodramatic scene, more like something out of a TV drama, cruelly unfolded: a phone call from home brought news of her father's serious illness. Wenwen burst into tears on the spot. Seeing her emotional state, I decisively accompanied her on the train home. Perhaps I should have known her family wasn't well-off, but as someone who had just started working, I didn't have much money. I withdrew all my savings and borrowed some from colleagues. This small amount would probably only last two or three months. Wenwen didn't refuse my money. After settling things at home, she actually came back with me. I comforted her, saying, "It's okay, we'll figure something out together, things will get better." Wenwen gave a bitter smile and cried in my arms all night.

A few nights later, I saw Wenwen get out of an Audi A8. Seeing the old man who helped her out, I said directly to her, "You're moving out, right?"

Wenwen didn't say anything, went into her room, and started packing her things until very late.

She didn't leave; she was still in her pajamas and went straight to my bed.

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