Cao Xue, the drunkard

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On a rainy night in early autumn, I couldn't help but recall my early days on the forum. My first badge was a yellow diamond for replying to posts on the forum. Before joining, I enjoyed reading various urban fiction online. I served as a judge once and later wrote some reviews and recommendations. In subsequent writing contests, I intermittently wrote some pieces that I thought were good, but they all ended up remaining as outlines and documents. The forum's writing contests were always of high quality, so my mediocre attempts were just a way to satisfy my little writing urge. I

'll begin by narrating the story from my perspective.

The male protagonist is named Han Qiufeng, born in 1988 in a small northern county. Like many born around that time, he studied hard to change his life. However, the reality of society was that even a bachelor's degree became less valuable in the following years because bachelor's degrees were everywhere. Many classmates went their separate ways after graduation, and I, unwilling to accept this, continued to drift along in the city where my university was located. I felt ashamed to call it hard work, since I didn't earn much right after graduation. I didn't need to make grand pronouncements for myself; I was just unwilling to accept it.

I had a girlfriend in college, but like many long-distance relationships, graduation season meant breakups. My ex-girlfriend's family found her a civil service job back in her hometown, but my family wasn't well-off, so we had to break up and go our separate ways.

With the widespread use of the internet, traditional lifestyles have changed. The emergence of online shopping and ride-hailing services has spurred some people into this industry. Qiu Feng used the money he saved from part-time jobs during college and the following years of hard work to buy a used car. He worked a company during the day and earned extra money driving for ride-hailing services at night.

The city was ablaze with lights and bustling with activity, with various part-time girls frequenting bars and entertainment venues. Qiu Feng was used to it all; he had lived and worked in this city for years, and he knew everything about it as intimately as he knew his first love. After breaking up with his first love, Qiu Feng was devastated, sometimes drowning his sorrows in alcohol, sometimes looking for part-time work. It wasn't until he received a call from his mother asking about his relationship that he slowly emerged from the shadow of heartbreak. "The past is the past," he repeatedly told himself, "

why torture yourself? I'll meet the right person eventually." After work and dinner, Qiu Feng was driving around in his used car when his phone rang. It was a call from a girl. Her voice sounded like she was from the same hometown, which made him feel a special connection. He picked her up outside a bar. She got in the car, got drunk, gave an address, and then passed out. The girl was about 165cm tall, wearing a black, tight-fitting, high-slit pantyhose that accentuated her long, white legs under the streetlights. Her flushed face and drunken state made her even more alluring. He recognized her accent as being from the same hometown. Qiu Feng stared at the girl lying on the back seat, mesmerized. After about ten minutes, he remembered he was supposed to take her home. But having not worked part-time for several days, the sight of his drunken fellow townsman stirred a desire within him. He kept glancing at her alluring drunkenness in the rearview mirror, plotting how to seduce her. Upon arriving at the girl's apartment complex, an old six-story building, Qiu Feng canceled the ride-hailing order on his phone. He then carefully helped the alluring woman upstairs, supporting her waist with one hand and carrying her handbag with the other. The apartment was a one-bedroom, one-living room, one-bathroom unit. He first placed her on the bed, took off his heels, and rushed to the bathroom to wash his face. Tonight, he was going to have a drunken rape, feeling a surge of pride. He poured himself a glass of water and slowly drank it, savoring the girl's beauty with great interest. The girl's soft snoring greatly aroused Qiu Feng's lust. Looking at her breasts, he knew they were at least a C-cup, but Qiu Feng had a leg fetish. I lit a cigarette, rummaged through the girl's handbag, found the information on her ID card, and said, "Hey, fellow villager, so your name is Cao Xue. You look so alluring when you're drunk." I started to caress the girl's vulva with my hand. Because it was a slit-front, buttock-hugging style, my hand went in easily. I first licked the base of Cao Xue's calves with my tongue, and then used my middle and index fingers to explore her honey pot. I had no intention of being gentle with her. I frantically inserted and rotated my two fingers inside her vagina. Getting her vagina wet as soon as possible was my biggest need right now. Cao Xue's eyes were half-open, half-closed, her cheeks flushed red with increasingly soft moans under the influence of alcohol and the caresses of my hands. Seeing that the time was right, I quickly pulled off her panties and my own underwear. The sight of my erect penis against her overflowing vagina was incredibly pleasing, like admiring a beautiful erotic painting. Suddenly, I felt I should do something special. I moved my penis to her playful mouth, slapping her cheek repeatedly with one hand while furiously stimulating her vagina with the other. She opened her mouth slightly in pain, and I had been waiting for this moment. I thrust my penis directly into her mouth and began to pump. At the same time, I reached back with my hand that had been teasing her vulva and wrapped it around her neck, slightly lifting her head to facilitate deeper penetration. A wave of pleasure, intensely stimulating my penis, made me unable to hold back any longer and ejaculated directly into her mouth. Cao Xue's saliva mixed with my semen flowed out, and I watched with satisfaction as the mixture of alcohol and semen continued to gush from her mouth. I got out of bed and found some wet wipes to dry her. Cao Xue gagged slightly and then fell into a deep sleep. I poured myself a glass of water and, while drinking, admired her beautiful legs lying drunk on the bed. Yes, I have a leg fetish; I've always had a natural fascination with long legs. The drunken Cao Xue snored softly, and my hands slowly began to caress Cao Xue's long legs again. Her black slit skirt was once again penetrated by my hands, and I couldn't resist any longer. With one hand, I lifted Cao Xue's legs to a 90-degree angle, and with the other, I pulled down her white panties. Seeing the slight moisture and yellow stains on the panties greatly stimulated my visual senses. Cao Xue's vulva finally appeared before my eyes, her labia majora slightly parted like butterfly wings. I opened my mouth and kissed her, while my hands moved up to her breasts. One hand reached behind her back, found the zipper, and slowly unzipped it. Then, I could easily pull Cao Xue's upper body clothes down to her waist. Her bra was snowflake-colored with front clasps. I roughly ripped it off and threw it aside, revealing a pair of large breasts. I covered them perfectly with one in each hand; they were at least a C cup, just right. I'm not a man who likes huge breasts; I generally prefer slender, moderately-sized breasts—the traditional beauty of the East. While playing with the drunken Cao Xue, my thoughts drifted back to my university days. Without the academic burden of high school, university only required me to focus on my major courses. The increased free time led me to participate in various social activities organized by the school, which is how I met a girl in my year. With the mindset that a college experience is wasted if you don't date, and since I'm reasonably attractive, pursuing her became easy. I dated her frequently, and was incredibly attentive, running errands like getting hot water and bringing breakfast. Once I won her over, it was naturally time for normal sex in a hotel room. I used to be addicted to sex, doing all sorts of outdoor encounters, even in the woods and men's restrooms – just thinking about it makes me feel incredibly good. Back at the scene, Cao Xue's vagina was already wet. Without waiting, I grabbed my penis and thrust it in. Our bodies convulsed as we joined. I wanted to give her a French kiss, but as soon as I got close, a strong smell of alcohol hit me. So I had to settle for kissing her from her neck to her breasts, teasing one nipple with one hand and playing with her other with my tongue. Cao Xue, her vagina still filled with my penis, seemed half-awake, half-asleep, both resisting and welcoming, while simultaneously crying out "no." That's how women are; they may cry out "no," but their sensitive bodies and the lubrication from their vaginas betrayed their inner desires. I turned Cao Xue, who was already awake, onto her side so her back was facing me. I lay down on my side to avoid the awkwardness of our eyes meeting. Since we'd already done it, we might as well go all the way and make each other happy first. I lifted one of Cao Xue's legs and thrust my body forward, penetrating her deeply once more. My hands reached around to her front, continuing to stimulate her breasts, kneading and squeezing while circling her nipples. Even though she was sober, she could only passively cooperate with me to complete this wonderful yet helpless moment.

My mouth wasn't idle either; I kept kissing Cao Xue's fragrant neck from behind, as if cherishing a precious treasure, slowly devouring her body inch by inch, and further devouring her fragile soul. Finally, unbearable lust overcame her slight rationality, and Cao Xue slowly began to succumb. She moaned continuously, occasionally turning back to look at me with a confused and infatuated gaze, a kind of bittersweet longing.

Ignoring the alcohol, I went straight for her lips, lightly kissing Cao Xue. My tongue quickly parted her fragrant lips, teasing her with a series of advances and retreats, and after a few rounds, she became even more thirsty. She

began to beg for kisses from me, her eyes glazed over.

This was the effect I wanted.

Not satisfied, I pulled Cao Xue up with both hands, making her half-squat at the head of the bed. Looking at her upturned buttocks, I increased the frequency of my thrusts while using one hand to slap her little bottom. Cao Xue could only look back at me shyly, shamelessly begging for my kisses.

That wasn't enough, so I gestured for her to change positions. I lay down, and she straddled me, playing the cowgirl role, watching my penis move in and out of her vagina.

My senses were incredibly satisfied, and looking back, I saw her, disheveled and alluring, bobbing up and down.

I pulled her closer again, and she leaned forward to meet me. I lifted her slender waist with both hands, and my penis continued to thrust. I gestured for her to hold me tighter, and then I suddenly stood up on the bed, lifting her buttocks with both hands, and began my final frenzy. Her legs were tightly bound to my waist as I ejaculated all my semen into Cao Xue's womb.

After I finished, Cao Xue's bodysuit was already soaked with filth, and I needed to take a shower. Cao Xue wanted to clean herself, but I couldn't let her go, so I picked her up again and rushed to the bathroom.

After such a long and arduous lovemaking session, Cao Xue was already sober. As for me, I was wide awake after our lovemaking. We continued to playfully tease each other in the bathroom, and then I gentlemanly washed her body, applying lotion as I did so—a way to strengthen our bond and show my care. I then carefully dried her body, draped a towel over her, and gently comforted her. I exchanged contact information so we could reconnect later.

With Cao Xue's companionship, these two fellow countrymen, alone in a foreign land, could find solace and warmth in each other. Perhaps, depending on our circumstances, a romantic relationship could develop.

[The End]

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