【The Journey of Ice and Blue】(01-03) Author: NobleForce

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Author: (nobleforce)
Word Count: (12479)
Chapter 1
In the near future, with the convenience brought by mature technology, the rapid development of the IT industry has caused
humans to lose their proper functions; the SNS network dominates the world, and exaggerated and hypocritical emotions are corrupting people's hearts;
the social environment is extremely complex, and the high-intensity life makes people breathless; the entertainment industry is seriously homogenized, traditional
literature and film and television are rapidly declining, and spirit and faith are replaced by decadent culture...
An era immersed in materialism and restlessness, a desert of human spirit...
Bing is a very unlucky boy with a pitiful experience. He originally had extraordinary talent and temperament, but
due to family disputes and foolish and selfish parents... Bing fell into a trough in his childhood. His sad
emotions were not sympathized with, and he was treated as a problem child by his relatives, and even sent to a mental hospital...
…
He had always lived in prejudice and suffering, the sordid nature of humanity laid bare, with no one to confide in… no
one to turn to… He had neither good mentors nor good friends, only the ability to save his spirit within his own world
… The keynote of his soul was mostly sorrow and anger, expressed in a calm way, a calmness that… chilled
one to the bone.
By chance, at the age of 20, he arrived in a completely unfamiliar country, adrift alone in a highly developed
international city… He decided to settle down at a local institution of higher learning.
The institution had once been a palace of the nobility, and still seemed to remain one… If education had long since become
an industry, then this institution was the behemoth of that industry, supported by the country's conglomerates, possessing
immense resource advantages, a vast amount of capital accumulated to serve a select few.
The institution occupied a considerable area, encompassing almost an entire residential district in the city center. Upon entering through the main gate
, a vast sports field came into view… no, it was more like a garden than a sports field,
with lush trees providing shade. Some rare plants, labeled and displayed in corners for visitors, stood out.
Several Western-style buildings towered about, designed like mansions, but their height and size were exaggerated; they could easily be mistaken
for high-end office buildings in a bustling area… The facilities were, of course, luxurious and comprehensive, making
it, like most prestigious universities, a sanctuary for academic research.
Bing was handsome, but his gloomy personality made him extremely unpopular… however, this had long been a
way of life for him; prejudice and insults were no longer a problem for him… His keen observation skills were
a testament to his closed-off nature.
The wooden lecture halls were filled with wealthy young men and women, immersed in social life and luxury.
In a restless era…
the courses were electives, so there weren't many familiar faces in the class. The classes changed daily, allowing
students to weigh their needs against practicality and interest – it was truly relaxing…
A life without social interaction would be incredibly pleasant. He hadn't considered romance and scoffed at the superficial relationships people had today. He didn't believe in
fate or love; he could only rely on himself… like a traveler struggling through the desert,
his steps faltered by the sandstorm, his vision obscured…
Even in the most desolate desert, there are travelers who journey together. Her name was Lan.
That day, in the usual classroom, the crowd was sparse. The lecturer was lecturing on complex and difficult topics, making everyone
drowsy. Bing listened intently.
“Excuse me, may I borrow your book? It seems you're the only one listening in the whole classroom…”
A figure drifted in from the back door, glanced around the classroom, and quietly approached him.
Bing quickly surveyed her with his gaze. She was a very beautiful girl, with a high nose and brow bone forming a beautiful
line. Her large, crystal-like eyes sparkled, deep-set in their sockets; her upper and lower lips were perfectly proportioned, their cherry-
red color giving them a pure and beautiful shape; her pointed chin made her face withstand scrutiny from any angle;
her long, soft hair cascaded down her back like a black waterfall.
The girl seemed a little shy, but looked at him sincerely…
“…Of course,”
Bing had no reason to refuse, not because the girl standing before him was beautiful, but because he seemed
to see something unique about her—a kindness and innocence that made it hard for him to say no.
The girl slowly sat down, and Bing surveyed her a second time. Her features and complexion were normal; she seemed to be without
makeup, which was quite a novelty for young and beautiful women of this era. Her clothing was surprisingly simple:
a plain-colored shirt and t-shirt, and appropriately sized casual pants—was this… loungewear?
"Hmm? Where are we? This class is very important, so you need to listen carefully."
She placed the book in the middle and took out her notes to study them diligently...
Bing was captivated by the girl's qualities; there was no false mask, and every gesture was perfectly natural
. Like a seasoned adult, he could see through a woman's clumsy acting, but the girl's simplicity
astonished him; it was as if her words reflected her true thoughts.
The girl carried a simple cloth bag and took out the course materials, piling them on the table... "The Fallen Twilight"?
A book tucked inside caught his attention. It was a long-lost piece of traditional literature, an absurd yet
beautiful love tragedy. Although he had read it several times, in this spiritual desert, true literature was like
water in a bag—never enough.
The book's cover was worn and decayed with age, and the pages were covered with the marks of repeated readings. Nowadays, electronic products have become
an essential part of human life, and print media, along with the words within them, are declining... Seeing someone so
casually carrying a beloved book with them, reading it anytime, made Bing's eyes widen...
He, for the first time ever, started talking to this girl. It was during recess, and Bing, like a dam bursting
, chatted freely with the girl. Everyone else watched in astonishment as this notoriously gloomy and unpleasant guy poured his heart out to a
beautiful girl he had never met before.
The girl, unconcerned, didn't care about the stares of those around them. The two exchanged spring water from their homeland in the desert
, enjoying its irreplaceable sweetness...
After that, Bing often saw the girl in this class. They didn't necessarily sit together, but Bing noticed that she
seemed very distant from others. Although not as exaggerated as him, it was still easy to see; her usually
downcast eyes were the best proof. At these times, he would naturally sit next to her, and the girl's
eyes would often light up with joy…
And so, Bing and Lan became friends. They would talk about detective novels, and Lan would indignantly express her
disdain for social realism detective stories; they would also talk about movies, lamenting
the injustice suffered by the brilliant director of *Once Upon a Time in America*, Leone; they even discussed extinct traditional games, discussing the joy brought by interactive art… The two seemed to
be still in that era, that simple and fulfilling time. Strangely, they rarely contacted each other online; this frequent and useless communication seemed 　　unimportant
to close friends .
"A lonely, isolated traveler in the spiritual desert has found a companion; silent walking
is their reliance." Bing summarized it this way.
Lan is a very calm girl. She doesn't need a social circle, nor does she need hasty love.
She seems out of place in a crowd. A book is enough for her to get through a busy day. Beneath this calm
lay a hidden desire for sex, a desire built upon true love. She was willing to
sacrifice her dignity and personality for a lover and confidant like Bing, even exposing her body to him…
Lan had a stunning figure: 1.70 meters tall, a perfectly curved neck, full and well-proportioned breasts,
delicate hands like those found in paintings, an alluring waist, and long, straight legs. She needed no
embellishment; even in her “home clothes,” she could make men drool. Yet, she maintained her
innocence, her spirit and body dedicated to the one destined for her…
Tonight was a grand festival in the city. The classroom, which should have been sparsely populated, was completely empty
. Bing and Lan remained. Without family or support, the two sat together, both
anticipating what was to come.
Lan gently stood up: “Want to… celebrate the festival with me?” Bing didn’t answer. Lan was still wearing
a plain t-shirt and jeans. This simple attire gave… no, it should be said that Lan gave the clothes
their charm. Their cheeks slowly drew closer…
As they parted their teeth and their tongues darted into each other's mouths, their already undeniably real emotions opened
the final door, pushing these destined lovers into the turmoil.
Their lips met, entering the depths of each other's consciousness… After the kiss, Lan blushed deeply,
gently pulling her pure white t-shirt down to her shoulders with her slender fingers, her small, delicate breasts captivating Bing's gaze.
Before him stood his companion, the traveler… the girl, dressed as always in simple, stylish attire, but
now sporting an alluring display of exposed breasts and a seductive, aroused face.
He wanted to embrace Lan, but the girl gently pushed him away: "The festive atmosphere is beautiful today, can we go to the rooftop
?" Bing understood, and Lan nestled into his arms: "Carry me up, okay?" "…Of course." He
lifted Lan's neck and legs with both hands, finding her as light and soft as expected. Lan, her breasts still exposed, buried her face in
his chest.
Like a prince from the mortal realm carrying his newlywed princess into her boudoir, the two merged into
the darkness of the corridor…
The spacious rooftop, with dazzling fireworks flashing in the night sky, and countless skyscrapers radiating cool
light ahead, resembled a modern city floating in the universe.
They reached the end of the rooftop, to the waist-high railing. Bing gently set her down. Lan stood there,
somewhat bewildered, completely lacking the wantonness a typical woman should have at this moment. Seeing the bulge in Bing's lower body, she understood
something, slowly pulling down her jeans; she wasn't wearing underwear. "If I can't be with you today… I
'll still think of you and masturbate, on this holiday…"
Lan's vulva was as tender as a young girl's, her black forest as soft as velvet, and her curvaceous waist
… Bing could no longer control herself. Lan, understanding, turned around, as if admiring the scenery, crossing her arms and leaning
against the railing, gently raising her buttocks.
Ice released his penis, a penis that had never been so erect during masturbation. The glans gently touched
the edge of Blue's vulva, and a glistening strand of fluid was pulled up—Blue's vaginal fluid… With a powerful thrust, the last
line between them vanished, and Blue let out her first instinctive moan, "Ah…!!"
He thrust wildly, without restraint, without pretense, only the slapping sounds of their lovemaking. Blue's virgin vagina
tightly enveloped Ice's penis, like lips pressed together in a classroom. Blue's breasts constantly brushed against the slightly rusty
iron railings. The cool pleasure and the burning heat of his penis behind her gradually drove her to lose her mind.
"Ahhh...so good, ahhhh...my pussy...ahhh...I want you... 　　I 　　'm going to 　　be 　　fucked 　　to
death... 　　so 　　beautiful ...ahh 　　... 　　"So...so strange...I'm going to tingle...ahhhhh...my pussy... 　　my 　　body ...I can't 　　move 　　...it's so tingling... 　　I'm going to lose it...so good...so good ahh ...

...So she simply stripped off everything! A beautiful, naked body, glistening with sweat, lay in her arms... Ice was intoxicated, gently kissing
her lips. Blue, regaining her senses, also embraced her... "You haven't... done yet... Let me help you..."
She gently rose, removed her low-heeled shoes, and completely exposed her body
to her lover and companion atop this city, at the summit of the deep blue...
She had Ice lean against the railing, her own knees slamming down without reservation, her hands cupping her still-erect penis
... She could offer her dignity and personality to her lover and companion—Ice...
She Lost in her own vows…
her lips and tongue awkwardly touched Bing's penis, licking and teasing it incessantly. Bing
was swept away by physical and psychological pleasure; his dignity and personality could be offered to the girl before him…
Her cherry lips were thirsty, constantly sucking on the male essence, like a child eating a lollipop for the first time.
Indeed, Lan felt an intense longing for her lover's penis, sucking desperately… her lower body was overflowing
with fluid, unbearably itchy… but she couldn't let go easily, otherwise he… would disappear.
She wanted to be penetrated… penetrated by Bing's big cock… um… her thighs unconsciously rubbed together… she wanted to be
penetrated… it hurt so much…
Seeing Lan's expression, Bing gently moved her face away. Her lewd thoughts exposed, Lan was once again
at a loss, like a servant who had made a mistake. The usually gloomy Bing was now full of charm, making her face full of love.
Ice gently flipped Blue onto the railing. This time, Blue's back was against the railing, and the two kissed passionately. Ice erected his penis, preparing
for their final lovemaking...
Blue was pushed to the ground, and Ice's erect penis above her approached her vulva. She couldn't help but spread her legs,
rubbing her breasts, waiting for the wonderful union...
"Mmm... Ah!!!"
With a moan, the two became one again, thrusting wildly once more. Ice arched his back, and Blue hooked her arms tightly around Ice
's neck, her beautiful legs raised high behind her, her pretty feet dancing in the air... and fireworks blooming.
"Fireworks...so beautiful...ah...I...like fireworks...in the night sky...ahhhhh...
being fucked by you...mmmmmm..."
"Ice's cock...so good...ahhhhh...please...don't slow down...ahhhhh
..."
"It's hitting the G-spot...ahhhh...my whole body is so numb...my pussy...will all be yours...
ahhhh!"
The two kissed, Ice's love and response entered Lan's mind through her tongue, the taciturn
companion, through the love brought by her body, made her intoxicated...
"I'm going to...lose it...Ice...give me...give me your essence...ahhhhh...I want it...
I feel like I want it
..." "...I know... 　　" Lips kissed again. "It's coming...it's coming...I'm losing it...so hot... 　　so
burning 　　... 　　so beautiful ahh ... 　　Her father was a local tycoon who doted on his beautiful daughter, but due to the remarriage, 　　Lan often faced exclusion from various quarters, which fostered her aloof personality. 　　From a young age, her taste and temperament were exceptional. She was captivated by all sorts of books and movies, as well as 　　classical music, which was still popular at the time. Lan especially loved blues and jazz, and still has 　　a large collection of vinyl records and CDs. This genuine refinement stemmed from her own temperament and knowledge, leaving the upper-class 　　heiresses, who were supposed to be "skilled in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting," utterly ashamed. 　　She wasn't good at socializing, but unlike mere taciturnity, Lan possessed an extremely independent spirit, a level of 　　independence that is hard to believe a woman could achieve. Even during her most uncertain adolescence, Lan didn't need unnecessary social 　　interaction; she spent her days with a beloved book, a tune at home, watching classic old movies, and sometimes indulging in intricately designed 　　video games. This was her simple life, but this "simple" life elevated her inner qualities 　　to an extremely high level, while maintaining her pure personality, making her captivating. 　　Lan's beauty was a gift from heaven. Like the beauties of ancient Greece, her looks needed no embellishment. It was as if 　　the heavens had already applied eyeshadow to her with long eyelashes and applied lipstick in cherry blossom hues. 　　The sparkling gems deep beneath her high brow bones exuded a hint of wisdom and liveliness. Such perfect beauty constantly surrounded her 　　in the flames of women's envy. 　　Needless to say, from her teenage years, Lan was fawned over and flattered by all sorts of men. Her naive 　　personality made her yearn for genuine communication, but each time she received only the same nauseatingly sweet words. She felt disgusted and 　　repulsed, feeling disrespected and treated like a plaything. After discovering her 　　unique and difficult-to-connect personality, most men would keep their distance after a brief encounter. This pure and beautiful girl was too profound and serene; 　　only an iceberg-like calm and flawless spirit could float on the sea of her mind… 　　When she was 15, her father, due to a hereditary illness, was nearing the end of his life, and the company was slowly eroded . 　　Filled with guilt towards Lan, he placed his personal assets into a highly secure corporate account, leaving it all 　　to his daughter… This act infuriated the few remaining family members, but they were powerless 　　to stop it. The corporate-level security of the bank account and the written legal provisions left them no loopholes. Therefore, Lan no longer 　　had any financial ties with them, and all previous sham interactions ceased. 　　Lan was completely alone, with nothing but a substantial inheritance. 　　Plato said, "The measure of a person's character is what they do when they have power." 　　At the time, Lan, only 15 years old, didn't touch that fortune. She used the bank's risk-free, low-interest service 　　to convert that huge sum into small, low-interest side income, living a simple life like everyone else… 　　That money was just enough to cover her monthly living expenses while studying abroad. 　　Human spiritual civilization is constantly declining, especially for foreign countries that play the role of international centers.

Most people were buried under the yellow sand, living a life of quiet despondency. Only this slender girl, alone, pursued her once beautiful
soul, draped in thick cloth, braving the wind.
For Lan, meeting Bing gave her companions on her journey, ending her loneliness, and propelling her innocent,
untouched body to a new realm, from which she could not extricate herself. Such love, no matter what, would surely withstand
the most severe test.
A foreign land—a sweltering summer day
—an elegant apartment building. In front of the television, the girl sat on the wooden floor, leaning against the sofa…
The room was filled with deep, resonant blues music, the melody permeating the air like the sea.
Large and small cabinets piled high with various art collections were particularly eye-catching. Several books were stacked on the TV cabinet. The girl read
quickly, putting down the books she finished reading without a second thought, so every few days she had to reorganize the bookshelves, arranging
her beloved books in order and putting them back on the shelves.
“Ah! It’s out! It’s out!”
the girl exclaimed excitedly.
On the television screen, a black-clad ninja silently landed in the background, cleaving an enemy in two with a single stroke, blood splattering everywhere…
This opening animation, watched countless times, was from a once-renowned action game. Its ingenious design had captivated the girl since childhood
. It was a product of today's bloated and rigid fast-paced culture, a breeding ground for entertainment that could no longer produce anything like it.
If the neighbor's kid saw it, he'd surely laugh at how outdated it was.
The girl's slender hands gripped the controller tightly, her palms sweating with tension. Her long, elegant fingers tapped rapidly on the buttons .
The black-clad ninja swiftly and gracefully slashed at the enemy, limbs flying everywhere…
She wore a tight-fitting women's vest and distressed denim shorts, revealing two beautiful, white legs.
One was curled up beside her, the other stretched straight forward. The proportions of her legs were perfect, without an ounce of excess
fat, making one want to worship them as a symbol of beauty.
Connecting her beautiful legs were slender ankles, flawless petite feet with pinkish-white skin, and long,
adorable toes with neat, pale pink nails… Even those without a foot fetish would likely have impure thoughts at this moment.
Thick, glossy black hair was tied back in a ponytail. A few soft, wavy strands at the base
revealed her fair and delicate nape. This long, simple ponytail added a unique,
approachable charm to the girl's pure face.
Her breasts were well-proportioned and shapely, and the glimpse of her fair upper chest through her light-colored, tight-fitting vest added a touch of sensuality
; although seated, her waist showed no excess fat, and her lower
body, covered by denim shorts, was incredibly alluring…
Her crystal eyes were focused intently on the screen, her long eyelashes fluttering, the muscles around her cherry lips tense,
her beautiful lips pouting cutely forward, as if she had transformed into that black-clad ninja on the brink of life and death…
Even back then, the game's difficulty was truly hardcore. The girl didn't have the same quick reflexes as the boys
. Her early exposure to traditional games had given her some experience, and she persevered, playing again and again, but
this time it was still incredibly difficult…
Needless to say, she angrily put down the controller and turned off the old game console.
"If it were Bing, she'd probably play really well, no, she definitely would!"
Lan stood up, her fair feet thumping softly on the smooth, clean wooden floor.
Entering the bedroom, a blush crept across the girl's face.
She and Bing had known each other for a long time; they often came to Lan's apartment to listen to music, chat, and spend
relaxing afternoons together, often losing track of time… even forgetting physical pleasure…
"Last time we made love… it felt so good… I miss Bing's… um… I feel like…"
Lan tiptoed and locked the bedroom door. Outside the French windows, soft, warm sunlight streamed through the white sheer curtains
, casting a gentle hue on the pretty pale wallpaper.
She lay down on the soft bed, took off her vest, revealing her alluring white breasts. She picked up one breast
, rubbing it while licking it with her tongue.
"Mmm...so tingly...like being electrocuted...ah..."
Her nipples were covered in glistening, sweet saliva, her areolas slowly turning red and engorged. Her delicate breasts
were being played with by Lan like rubber toys...
"Mmm...so comfortable...mmm...I want this side too...ahhh..."
The girl's small, cherry-like tongue deftly licked the other side, her entire breast slowly swelling, her hands constantly kneading it, her
slender fingers occasionally pinching her nipples...
"Mmm...ahhh...my breasts feel like they're being licked by ice...my pussy...so sticky...so itchy...ahhh
...mmm...I want...to be fucked by him!"
Lan, shirtless, took off his denim shorts. His silk panties were already soaked through with her juices,
clinging to them as if trying to suckle her pussy, but finally, they were gently pulled down by their owner. His slender index finger eagerly inserted itself into
her secret place...
"Ah..."
A soul-stirring moan escaped her lips, as if those delicate fingers were her lover's thick penis, one, two,
not enough...
"Mmm... I'm being fucked... Mmm... It feels so good... Ah... My pussy... It feels so good
... Ahhh..."
Several fingers thrust in and out, making sticky, wet sounds. Her pink little clitoris tightened and contracted... Liquid
flowed onto her pubic hair, making the thick forest sticky...
The girl's other hand went into her mouth, sucking on the fingers...
"Mmm... Big cock... Mmm... I want it... Ahhh..."
The sounds of thrusting in and out of her lower body combined with the sucking of her cherry lips created a sensual symphony!
"Ahhhh, it's almost here... I'm about to climax... the ice-cold cock... the big dick... mmm 　　...
"
"Mmm... come on... my pussy can't take it anymore... ahhh... 　　I'm coming ..."
"Ahhh... I'm coming 　　, I'm coming... ahh ...

With her back to the door, she raised her pert buttocks and lay prone, her sweet and juicy vulva fully exposed, sticky fluid
dripping incessantly. Her left hand slowly moved to her beautiful buttocks, reaching into her thirsty little hole again…
“Mmm… being fucked like a little bitch… so good… mmm mmm mmm”
The girl’s fingers kept smearing and thrusting. If a man were to enter at this moment, the only thing he could do
was pull out his penis and rush towards this honey hole waiting to be soothed…
“Ahhhhh… so satisfying… being fucked so good… the cold, big cock… mmm… ahhh!!”
A bunch of soft breasts kept rubbing against the ground, the nipples reliving waves of pleasure on the cold floor.
“Ahhhhh, I’m going to be fucked to death… mmm… my little hole… just like that… given… to… the cold…
to see… if he sees it, he will… he will… fuck me to death… I want it so much… your lover
…
I want your big cock so much…”
"Ahhhhh... Mmm... Ahhhhhh... I'm going to pee... My pussy 　　... 　　It 　　's going 　　to 　　gush
out... I'm 　　going to 　　pee
... Ahh 　　... Bing walked through the verdant campus 　　gardens, the scent of earth and plants making him want to immediately pick up a brush and paint. 　　The well-trimmed trees, forming a sea of light, shone brilliantly under the sunlight— 　　the truest colors of nature and city. 　　Such a beautiful scene made him think of that girl, as deep and romantic as blue. 　　What was she doing now? 　　Bing and Lan hadn't seen or contacted each other for many days; both had been very busy with their classes lately, which was unavoidable 　　… But looking at this warm, expansive sea of trees, even Bing, who was usually not good at expressing his feelings, couldn't help but 　　imagine the beautiful figure of the girl in her summer dress… 　　He should take some time today… and contact her… Bing thought to himself. 　　The lecture hall was still grand, the chaotic crowds after class were irritating. Bing ran his fingers through his thick, long curly 　　hair and took out a novel by Seicho Matsumoto. Although Lan had repeatedly criticized his satirical social mystery 　　novels for their kitsch, he still had a deep affection for the works of this master. 　　Just as he was slowly sinking into a mental abyss, a shrill voice called out to him, "You're... that 　　Ice?" 　　He slowly raised his head, and standing before him was a blonde beauty. Her exquisite Western features were undeniable, and 　　her alluring brown eyes were framed by thick black eyeliner, making her captivating and seductive. She seemed to be a well-known socialite at school, 　　probably flirting with five or six men right now. 　　Ice didn't answer, only slightly raising her eyes and coldly looking at her, as if gesturing for her to continue. 　　"As expected of your reputation, that infamous gloomy and annoying person! If it weren't for your decent face and demeanor, 　　no one would even bother talking to you." 　　The beauty said, her lips twisting and her eyebrows raised. 　　Ice still didn't speak, continuing to stare at her with those cold eyes, as if waiting for her to finish her nonsense. 　　"Hmph... Well, the academy is hosting a social dance with several related companies next month. Choosing people is quite 　　a hassle, so how about you be my date? My taste isn't bad, is it?" 　　Indeed, the blonde beauty in front of him was alluring, and she would undoubtedly be dazzling at such an event. Being 　　her date, especially being invited by her, would be the dream of many men... 　　But Bing simply looked away and replied indifferently, "Sorry... not interested." 　　He didn't know about the social dance; it wasn't an event he cared about. But if Lan invited him, 　　he had no reason to refuse. 　　"Ha...someone like you...you don't already have a partner, do you? Who is she?" 　　Silence remained... 　　"I guess...it's Lan?" 　　He looked away, unresponsive... 　　"What's so great about that inexplicably withdrawn girl?" the blonde beauty complained loudly. "Always pretending to be sophisticated, 　　reading those outdated, boring books, and with all sorts of weird hobbies. I'm telling you, you're not like that either, are you 　　?" 　　After hearing this, Bing raised her chin and turned her head, her gaze once again fixed on the woman, her still icy eyes filled with 　　disgust... 　　The woman seemed to have never been retorted to this way before, feeling a little uneasy under her gaze: "Fine then, since I've taken a liking to 　　you, of course I'll play along to the end, including that woman!" 　　These words carried the fragile self-esteem of an upper-class heiress, as well as the dirty thoughts of someone who had been through many scandals. 　　After the woman finished speaking, she strode away angrily, her distinctive face, now turned away, carrying a hint of malice and 　　malice… 　　Bing, of course, didn't understand what she meant and continued reading with his head down… 　　The green sea was still there, rippling in the summer breeze. Bing walked carefree through the garden, 　　the ground shrouded in dark gray shadows in a corner. 　　He was about to turn around when he was surrounded by several burly figures. Needless to say, the woman on the outer edge was standing there. 　　The blonde beauty said nothing, only raised her chin, and the tall man in front of him 　　threw a punch at Bing's face. 　　Bing was tall and slender, somewhat thin, but his reflexes were sharp, and his agility was not bad. 　　He caught the tall man's wrist with his backhand and nimbly kicked him in the stomach. The tall man fell to the ground, 　　vomiting stomach acid. 　　"This is pointless… Get away…!" 　　A rare hint of anger appeared in Bing's tone.

The blonde woman scoffed, "Didn't I tell you? It's not over between us yet."
The people behind her, prepared, raised a plastic board and slammed it down on his back. Bing was
knocked to the ground by the sudden blow, and then kicked and punched by several thugs. After a moment, they stopped. The woman gently walked
over, bent down, and said softly, "Come on, you've been beaten like this. I'll take you to the hospital." Bing
turned his head, his eyes still cold and indifferent. A capsule was forced down his throat, and he lost consciousness.
A pure white ceiling, a hospital bed with wide railings—Bing seemed to be in a hospital. He felt
strange after getting up: his injuries weren't serious, and his head was a little dizzy, but neither was it. What was wrong?
A figure in pure white walked in. It was that woman. She wore a small nurse's uniform, her excessively full
breasts pushing the top buttons open. With a gentle pull, her alluring nipples could be seen. Her model-like,
slender legs were encased in black stockings, a stark contrast to the pure white uniform. Her captivating face was still heavily made up
, her alluring figure enough to make countless men fall at her feet.
"You're awake? I brought you here. The injury isn't serious. I'll change your dressing one last time."
If it weren't mentioned, one would have forgotten that she was carrying a small medicine tray. With her back to Bing, she gently bent down to
apply the external medicine to the cotton cloth. Her round, protruding buttocks, clad in black stockings, were revealed...
Bing desperately tried to control his reason. Something was wrong. His penis inexplicably swelled up, and he desperately wanted to
thrust it into the slut's large ass. He could hardly think anymore, and could only close his eyes and breathe deeply, but
the swelling of his penis did not subside at all.
"I can't think about it anymore... I can't think about it anymore... Something's wrong... Something's really wrong with me... "
The blonde nurse applied the medicine, then climbed onto the bed with a seductive look, lying directly above Bing. She straightened up and said,
"It'll hurt a little." Then she slowly bent down, gently pulling down her top, revealing her full, round breasts
. She then applied the medicine to her slightly protruding nipples, staining the areolas a brownish color. The beautiful woman gently bent down, pulled
open Bing's hospital gown, and rubbed her breasts against the wound on his chest...
Bing's rationality was completely lost under the influence of the drug and his physiological reactions. The drug's effects were fully realized, and he grabbed the beautiful woman,
roughly pressing her onto the bed.
"Hmm... Is it acting up? Then come on, you little beast!"
That seductive, teasing tone suggested a seasoned prostitute. Bing ripped open her nurse's shirt,
completely exposing her full upper body. Her breasts, swollen and engorged from being vigorously kneaded by his hands...
"Ahhh! That's it! Come on, fuck me properly, fuck my cunt properly!"
To the strange man, a torrent of vulgar and provocative words poured out.
Bing prepared to pull off her stockings, only to discover they were open-crotch, revealing her thick, dark pubic hair and red vulva,
already exposed, hungrily awaiting his penetration...
Lan had just finished her term paper, and there was Benny in the room? Goodman's music, its light and easy melody, made her
dance gracefully. The release of pressure after completing a heavy task filled her with joy, and the anticipation of seeing her lover after so many days also filled her with
excitement…
"Hmm… he's here today, let's watch a movie together!" The girl smiled gently, her lovely expression like
she was immersed in honey…
A silk-like dress accentuated her curvaceous figure, revealing her fair and delicate legs, making her
look like a girl from a painting.
She picked up the large bowler hat hanging behind the door, one that her mother used to wear… The unique rolled brim and
intricately carved wool patterns hinted at the owner's elegance and taste in her lifetime.
Slender fingers traced the embossed patterns on the hat. This woman, whose face she had forgotten,
was now speaking silently to her, smiling tenderly at her little Venus…
A pure and beautiful young girl drifted through a sea of trees, her graceful, supple body swaying evenly. A
bright white gauze dress, a round hat slung diagonally over her head, her pure and beautiful face bearing the longing for her lover,
the cherishing of her confidante, and the reluctance to part with her fellow travelers…
This… shouldn’t be a scene from reality!
A loud, jarring phone call rang out…
A rough, hoarse voice slammed into her ears: “That Bing is in the hospital. If you don’t want to wait for him to die, you’d better hurry up and
go!”
The phone hung up… Lan was terrified, her face turning pale. She rushed out the door without even grabbing her bag…
“Mmm… Ahhh! Fuck me… Fuck me hard… Ahhh… So good…
Your cock is so big… Mmm… Ahhh… Ahhh!!!”
In the luxurious private hospital room, a beauty and the beast scene was unfolding. The blonde bombshell was pinned under the bed,
moaning loudly. The boy above her had a ferocious expression, arching his back like a wild beast. Bing had long since lost
his mind; all he wanted was to drain this slut dry…
“Ahhh, yeah… So good… Ahhh… My cunt is going to be fucked to a pulp… Ahhh…”
…How…how is it…I’m much easier to fuck than that little virgin, right…Ahhhhhh…Fuck
me to death…”
A blonde beauty with a gold necklace around her fair neck, this noblewoman was screaming wildly, her
huge breasts heaving with a faint golden light…
She raised her hands behind her, gripping the railing and swinging them back and forth, her beautiful legs spread wide.
“Ahhhhh…Fuck me to death, fuck me to death…I knew I wasn’t wrong…such a big cock…it must have
made that little virgin feel like she was dying of pleasure…Ahhhhhh…”
The beauty touched her huge breasts with one hand, as if they weren’t her own body, rubbing them wildly,
while her other hand reached towards her vulva, stroking the wet, overflowing opening…
“That’s it…you little stallion…fuck me hard, ahhhhhh…ahhhhhh…it’s coming
…ahhhhhhhhh…”
Just before the climax, the door to the ward was gently opened. At the doorway, the bewildered girl stared wide-eyed. Bing
had lost all reason; her bloodshot eyes remained fixed...
Her lover trembled wildly like a wild beast... The moans of another woman below rose and fell.
The blonde beauty glanced towards the doorway, her vibrant face filled with allure...
"What...what did you do to him?!"
The girl screamed, tears welling in her eyes…
“Ahhh… your little stallion went to great lengths to fuck me… ahhhhh…”
While moaning, the beauty raised one long, slender leg, a gold anklet dangling from her ankle, full of provocation
and allure…
The girl’s last shred of reason was shattered by her cries of climax…
“Ahhhhh, come on, come on… you’ve fucked me to death… ahhhhhhhh!”
Semen sprayed wildly from her vulva, and Bing’s consciousness gradually blurred as he collapsed
onto the beauty’s ample breasts. The scene resembled that of a real couple…
Lan could no longer control herself, rushing out expressionlessly without looking back…
A few crystal beads floated on either side of the air currents created by her running.
Bing slowly awoke. Beside the narrow hospital bed was that same alluring woman, completely naked, panting softly,
as if the frenzy of the past wasn't enough…
"What…what did I do…"
His hazy consciousness slowly recalled the horrific violence. Bing didn't know the girl had also witnessed everything,
but he still couldn't forgive his despicable betrayal of his lover. His clenched teeth resembled those of a
believer who had blasphemed their faith, prepared to pay the ultimate price to beg for forgiveness.
Without hesitation, Bing slowly dressed, his upper body aching, and
walked unsteadily towards his lover's apartment…
Beside him, white flesh lay coldly exposed, gold ornaments corroded by darkness, their outer layers peeling away, no longer able
to reflect light. The cat-like eyes, heavily made up, looked forlornly at the sculpted human figure on the mattress, still warm from the body, and gently
stroked it… A persistent desire blurred his vision; for what he couldn't have, he would use any means necessary, as long as he obtained it,
he would be satisfied!
But was that truly the case? Why does this brown ocean, which should be full of contentment, now exude loneliness
and emptiness? Where has the arrogance that should follow the manipulation of hearts gone? She found it difficult to think further. The countless
acts of physical intimacy seemed to be gradually backfiring, and a trace of regret and confusion, never before present, filled her mind…
What
kind of spiritual world does this strange boy possess, enough to shake this decadent and desolate soul?
This soul also longs to delve into another world, to glimpse the unseen, proud, icy plains…
(To be continued)

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