The most beautiful goddess is nothing more than something beneath my crotch.

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Four years ago, I met Xiaoyu, a stunningly beautiful woman.

At the time, Xiaoyu was 19, 167cm tall, with long, slender, fair legs—a classic nine-headed beauty. She had a high, straight nose, long, flowing hair, and a perfect S-curve figure. Even I, who had seen countless beauties, was deeply captivated.

To be honest, many celebrities couldn't compare to Xiaoyu's beauty. She resembled Gulnazar, possessing an exotic charm.

To pursue her, I discarded countless other beauties around me, wholeheartedly wanting to date her.

Unfortunately, a rival appeared—a second-generation official, incredibly wealthy and handsome. In terms of wealth, I was a millionaire, while the official's son was a multi-millionaire. In terms of looks, I was a real man like Zhang Hanyu or Sun Honglei, while the official's son was a pretty boy like Jia Nailiang.

After several rounds, I lost, succumbing to the words of Xiaoyu's parents. Xiaoyu comes from a farming family, and although she's been in the city for a long time, she still harbors a deep-seated awe and longing for officials.

I left, decisively, even hanging up on Xiaoyu's countless calls. If you're going to leave, leave like a man, don't dawdle.

A few days ago, my wife went on vacation to Europe, and I took the opportunity to revisit old haunts, visiting a bar owned by an old friend. We talked about Xiaoyu, and I learned she wasn't doing well. President Xi's anti-corruption campaign started with the downfall of a high-ranking official's son, whose father was among the first to be taken down. The commotion was so huge you could find it on Baidu. The son's company quickly went bankrupt, attracting no interest. Unable to let go of

his resentment, he gambled all day, falling victim to a scheme orchestrated by several people, losing most of his family fortune in two months. Although he still acted like a hero, telling everyone his father's situation was minor and he'd be released soon, everyone knew he was already ruined. He only kept the house; his car had been mortgaged to pay off gambling debts.

My friend said Xiaoyu had come to the bar a few times, each time asking about me.

I didn't feel much; back then, she had listened to her parents and left me. Although I seemed carefree, my heart was aching. So many years have passed, and I've finally let go of the hatred.

My friend called Xiaoyu and asked her to come to the bar the next day, without telling her I was coming. I wanted to refuse, but my friend looked at me intently and said, "Don't pretend. I know you miss her." His words

hit the nail on the head, and I felt ashamed. The next day, Xiaoyu came. She pushed open the door and saw me sitting alone at the bar, just like four years ago, with a bottle of Budweiser and a half-smoked cigarette. I turned to look at her. She was still stunningly beautiful, only thinner. Time had etched a weariness into her 22-year-old face, a weariness that shouldn't belong to her age.

In that instant, the hatred vanished, leaving only heartache.

Xiaoyu turned and ran out of the bar. I chased after her and caught her in an alley. She collapsed into my arms, sobbing uncontrollably. She wasn't doing well. Her wedding ring had been pawned by the son of a high-ranking official, who used the money to gamble. She had to work several jobs to supplement her income. I knew she was suffering, but I didn't feel guilty; it wasn't my fault.

Now, the tables had turned. Although I started from scratch, years of hard work had earned me several houses. I drive a Jaguar, and my wife drives an Evoque. Although our savings are pitifully small, we've managed to afford a decent set of clothes.

That night, we all drank too much. Xiaoyu, my old friend, and I reminisced about our past laughter, anger, and embarrassing moments. We laughed and cried. Xiaoyu clung tightly to my arm, as if afraid we were about to part, but we were destined to. We were now from two different worlds.

It was closing time, and I wanted to take Xiaoyu back to the hotel. Xiaoyu shook her head, touched my face, and said, "Let's leave it at that. Maybe the memories will be better." I didn't force her. I knew she would come. I sent her my room number and collapsed onto the bed, completely drunk.

In the middle of the night, I was awakened by a knock on the door. It was 3:30 in the morning. I knew it was her. I wasn't dressed; I usually sleep naked, so I went to open the door

completely naked. Xiaoyu stood at the door, startled. My penis was hard and pointed at her. Without saying a word, I pulled

her in, slamming the door shut behind her. She was pinned against the wall, bewildered. We stared at each other for half a minute, then I suddenly pressed her head down, making her squat. I didn't care whether she wanted to or not,

and shoved my penis into Xiaoyu's mouth. Xiaoyu tried to whine and pull away, but she couldn't resist me. She could only open her mouth, and I thrust deeply into her throat repeatedly. Without restraint, I ejaculated in less than five minutes. Then I covered her mouth, and she could only helplessly swallow it all.

I picked her up and placed her on the bed. I lifted her skirt and ripped off her lace panties. Xiaoyu's vagina wasn't fully wet yet. I gripped my still-erect penis and thrust it in forcefully. Xiaoyu cried out in pain. Looking at her delicate body, my penis, far from softening after ejaculating, became even harder.

Xiaoyu's body was exquisitely beautiful. Her skin was incredibly smooth and tender. Her breasts were neither too big nor too small, with pink nipples and excellent elasticity. Her legs were firm and strong. Even after giving birth, her vagina remained beautifully pink, a perfect butterfly-shaped vulva, with her labia parted, tender, pink, and odorless.

After a few thrusts, Xiaoyu was soaking wet. The son of a high-ranking official, who gambled every night, had long lost interest in Xiaoyu. They only had sex once or twice a month, which was undoubtedly torture for a 22-year-old beauty.

Without a shred of pity, I pounded into Xiaoyu's delicate buttocks with maximum speed, distance, and force. Xiaoyu began to moan incoherently. I grabbed her long hair with one hand, pulling it forcefully like riding a horse, forcing her head back. With my other hand, I shoved it into her mouth, kneading her soft tongue. Xiaoyu obediently sucked on my fingers.

Within minutes, Xiaoyu began to tremble, starting with her tongue and spreading throughout her body. Suddenly, her legs kicked backward, straightening, and her vagina began to contract, a surge of heat hitting the head of my penis.

I knew Xiaoyu had climaxed. Following this surge of heat, I lost control and, with a roar, ejaculated deep into Xiaoyu's vagina.

We were both exhausted. I lay on her back, catching my breath for a while.

This wasn't the end, just the beginning. I had already tied four red ropes to the four posts beside the bed. I used the ropes to bind Xiaoyu's hands and feet, then pulled out my belt. The belt gently fell on Xiaoyu's snow-white, delicate buttocks, and Xiaoyu let out a soft moan, a mixture of pain and pleasure.

Four years ago, when we were together, I knew she was particularly curious about SM, but I was too soft-hearted then and didn't take her, resulting in her losing her virginity, a regret I still deeply regret!

The belt fell harder and harder on Xiaoyu's buttocks, and her breathing became more and more alluring. Hearing these sounds, my penis hardened again. I reached for the lubricant on the bedside table and poured it all over Xiaoyu's buttocks. If I can't have your virginity, at least I'll open your back door first.

I rubbed lubricant on Xiaoyu's buttocks; it was cool, and Xiaoyu let out a comfortable moan. Slowly, I moved to her anus, gently rubbing it. Stimulated, her anus tightened and then relaxed. I slowly inserted my index finger. Xiaoyu seemed to know what I was trying to do and tried to break free, but her hands and feet were tightly bound, and she couldn't move at all. I picked up one side of my underwear and stuffed it into her mouth.

One finger, two fingers—I started stirring them inside Xiaoyu's anus, occasionally pulling them out to smell them. There was no strange smell; it seemed her anus was still clean. I applied lubricant to the head of my penis and slowly inserted it.

Xiaoyu resisted even more fiercely, begging me not to, saying it would hurt, but I ignored her. Once the head of my penis was inside, I suddenly thrust my hips forward, inserting my entire penis.

Xiaoyu let out a scream, thankfully her mouth was stuffed with her underwear, so the sound wasn't too loud, otherwise I think everyone in the hallway would have heard it. Tears streamed down her face. I gently pulled out a little, then slowly inserted it again. After repeating this several times, her brows gradually relaxed, and the pain lessened. To ease her pain, I reached out and repeatedly rubbed her clitoris, while kneading her nipples with my other hand.

The interplay of pain and pleasure made her forget the pain in her anus after a few minutes. I pulled out my penis and inserted it into her vagina, watching as I made a small hole in her anus that couldn't close for a moment. I continued like this, alternating between her vagina, anus, and mouth. Finally, I ejaculated a watery stream of semen deep inside her anus.

She left at dawn. Most of the privileged kids would finish playing cards and go home around ten o'clock. She had to rush back, and before leaving, she said angrily that I was too barbaric, like a wild beast, and that she wouldn't come back.

I smiled as I saw her off, then went to the front desk to change to a honeymoon suite. The large, red round bed was incredibly alluring. I sent her a picture, gave her the room number, and then rolled over and fell asleep, not waking up until after midnight. I went out for lunch, came back in the afternoon, and continued sleeping, forcing myself to sleep even when I couldn't. I knew she would come.

That night, the knocking on the door came as promised. If I wanted, I could be opium, making no woman able to quit.

I slept all day, and that night was especially wild. Her cowgirl position was incredibly seductive, swaying her hips from side to side, screaming wildly, surpassing all the actresses like Yoshizawa Akiho and Hata.

By the time I left, 5 days, 18 times. I knew she couldn't quit me. Her vagina, her anus, her mouth—from then on, she would be completely obedient to me.

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