Another year of debauchery

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He was utterly fed up with those people online who shamelessly flaunted their love.
Looking at those unique yet identical group photos, he felt no
sweetness in them. Those smiling faces seemed to be a stark irony to those watching.
He didn't think it was jealousy; rather, he simply didn't believe in love. The women he believed in were
the kind blinded by fleeting pleasure and desire. Given the same or more,
they didn't care who was beside them, and were always ready to strip naked and be fucked.
"Glug glug..."
Another beer went down his throat. Not strong enough, yet burning hot in his throat. Only the second glass, and his body
was already slightly flushed, a hint of intoxication rising. This was necessary to suppress the anger infuriated by those flaunting their love
.
Next week was Qixi Festival, a festival called Qixi, but really just an excuse for women to demand gifts from men
, in return offering their bodies.
How disgusting—another beer finished.
"Hey friend, seems to have something on your mind."
A voice suddenly came from the next table, neither too loud nor too soft, just enough to reach his ears without disturbing the atmosphere at
the other tables.
Du Bianxun wasn't drunk yet. He turned his head and saw an old man with white hair—no, he was hardly old.
The only sign of his age was his head of white hair, as white as fresh snow, which he had combed neatly
.
His eyes were piercing, his skin was like that of an infant, and his voice was full of energy.
He didn't look like an old man, but rather like a young man with dyed white hair.
A strange man.
In any case, those two words wouldn't be wrong to describe this stranger.
"What's it to you?"
The light wine emboldened him, and the alcohol temporarily suppressed his manners and knowledge, so he rudely replied to the stranger.
"Let me guess, judging from your appearance, you're probably troubled by love. Why don't you tell me, and let this old man see if I
have any solutions?"
The old man didn't stand on ceremony, picked up his beer, sat down opposite Du Bianxun, and stared at him with needle-like eyes.
Under that gaze, Du Bianxun suddenly felt that no secret could be hidden from this old man;
he could see right through people's hearts and minds.
"Heh, to be troubled by love, the premise is that there must be love."
Du Bianxun picked up his beer and filled the old man's glass. The old man was neither polite nor courteous; he simply filled it
without a thank you or even a few taps on the table.
"I've lived for decades, possessing no other skills, but I can see through a person's seven emotions and six desires. No matter how clever you are
, no matter how vast the universe is within you, you cannot escape my eyes."
After saying this inexplicably, he drank a cup of wine, let out a hearty yawn, and continued, "
Kid , you're interesting. Your jealousy is the highest I've ever seen. Jealousy is always for women, always for wealth. Where there is jealousy
, there is a desire to seize. Today, you gave me wine, which I've already reciprocated. How about I give you a book I've already read and understood?
How much you can understand is your destiny."
The old man said a lot, but Du Bianxun didn't understand a word. "What nonsense is this?"
The alcohol made him sleepy, and Du Bianxun's eyelids suddenly became heavy. He suddenly collapsed onto the table.
Day 1.
He had no idea how he got home. Yesterday's memories were fragmented, difficult to
piece .
Holding his head, which was throbbing from the hangover, he barely managed to get out of bed, wanting to go to the toilet to wash his face.
Suddenly, a small booklet fell to the ground from inside his clothes. The cover was yellowed and showed obvious signs of insect damage;
the booklet itself was tattered. It had a picture on it, but his eyesight, still swayed by the alcohol, was poor, so he had to bring the booklet closer
to examine it.
But as soon as he got close enough to see the picture on the cover, Du Bianxun was so frightened that he immediately dropped the booklet
. It…it had an eye drawn on it… This wasn't what was frightening; what terrified Du Bianxun was that when
he looked directly at the one-eyed creature, he suddenly saw it blink abruptly.
As his heart calmed down, he began to doubt what he had just seen, thinking it was just a hallucination from a hangover. As
the fear subsided, curiosity surged. He suddenly longed to open the booklet and see its contents.
He tried to recall how the booklet had come to be with him. He suddenly remembered the old man he had been drinking with the day before, but
the old man appearance and words had been torn apart by the beer; he couldn't remember anything.
However, it wasn't difficult to connect the booklet with that strange old man.
Only he could possibly correspond to this booklet. "
Alright, I'll see what kind of prank this old man is playing on me."
Filled with resentment, curiosity, and a touch of fear, he picked up the booklet, ready to open the first page. The
booklet was much thinner than expected; he finished reading it after flipping through it two or three times. However,
the sheer volume and shock of the information conveyed within was enough to overturn everything Du Bianxun had read and understood about the world over the past twenty years.
This booklet taught a form of psychological manipulation, known in the West as brainwashing, and in ancient times as planting a mental
demon. This booklet was the tradition of planting mental demons, possessing the ability to
alter a person's mind, thoughts, and emotions . "This is impossible." After reading it, Du Bianxun's mind was a complete mess, sticky and viscous. He tried to glean something , but under this incredible shock, the only words that could condense his thoughts were these four. He had studied renowned books by psychologists both domestically and internationally, and he understood some of . However, this book described a domineering plunder and aggression, which was vastly different from the gentle suggestion he had learned in hypnosis and psychology. Time passed unnoticed, and his mind finally calmed down after the immense shock. Although he had only read it once, the words written in the book seemed engraved in his soul, indelible. Every time he closed his eyes, he heard whispers in his ears, all of them the words from the book, this crazy and unbelievable knowledge. "Ding-dong." Suddenly, the crisp sound of the doorbell ripped through Du Bianxun's boundless imagination. He felt a lingering fear; if it weren't for that bell , he might have drowned in the imaginary space he had constructed. He quickly got up and opened the door, only to find a beautiful woman in a pale yellow knee-length dress standing there . She was Zhong Yuan, the girlfriend of Du Bianxun's roommate, Shan Xiaojin. "Um… is Xiaojin here?"

Sure enough, she was there to see her roommate.
Du Bianxun, whether still reeling from the shock of the booklet or somewhat mesmerized by Zhong Yuan's beauty
, couldn't answer her question immediately, simply staring at her. Zhong Yuan
felt disgusted and uneasy under his gaze; she was there to see her boyfriend and didn't want to get involved with this disgusting fat man
.
Zhong Yuan was one of the most beautiful girls in the Broadcasting Department, the object of many students' affections on campus. Du Bianxun was
one of them, but an exception; he used her as a fantasy object,
a woman he'd change things up while masturbating.
He was somewhat surprised, yet also thought it normal, when he learned that his roommate, Shan Xiaojin, had pursued Zhong Yuan. After all, Shan
Xiaojin was a star player on the soccer team, and his athletic charm had always been admired by Zhong Yuan. After a few encounters, their relationship
had solidified.
Judging from Shan Xiaojin's WeChat Moments, a daily photo together was their favorite way to express their affection.
"Is he not here? If not, I'll go now. If he comes back, please ask him to call me,
thank you."
Zhong Yuan really didn't want to linger, especially with this disgusting fat man.
When she and Shan Xiaojin were being affectionate, Shan Xiaojin often joked with him, and it was always vulgar jokes. Over
time, Zhong Yuan also associated Du Bianxun with derogatory labels like "nerd" and "disgusting.
" "Wait, Xiaojin has something he asked me to pass on to you."
"Uh, what is it?"
Zhong Yuan was a little surprised. If it was a Valentine's Day gift, why would he need someone else to pass it on?
Suddenly, she remembered that Qixi Festival was coming soon. Could it be that this little fool was too timid to give it to her, so
he used someone else?
"Here, it's this."
Du Bianxun picked up a pendant. The pendant had a strange shape. Du Bianxun held the pendant's string between two fingers. Zhong Yuan wanted to
see the pendant clearly, but the pendant swayed left and right under Du Bianxun's control, causing Zhong Yuan's gaze
to , making it difficult to see clearly.
However, as if obsessed, the more she couldn't see clearly, the more she wanted to see. Zhong Yuan's eyes followed the pendant back and forth
, and finally, she saw its shape—an eye.
As she saw it clearly, it suddenly felt as if a bolt of lightning pierced her skull, as if a thunderclap exploded beside her ears
. An incredibly powerful force tore apart all her thoughts, leaving her mind blank and clear.
Du Bianxun looked at Zhong Yuan, seeing her pupils dull and lifeless, seemingly teetering on the edge of sleep. He tried
calling her name a few times, but only received weak, feeble replies.
This was very similar to the reactions of those hypnotized people on television.
Had it really worked? Du Bianxun felt a mixture of disbelief and excitement.
He had prepared for failure from the beginning, using his image as a final gamble. If he failed,
he would cover it up with a joke; of course, his absurd reputation would surely be
spread by Zhong Yuan and Shan Xiaojin.
Now, it seemed he had succeeded, and those worries were gone.
Du Bianxun pulled Zhong Yuan inside to avoid arousing suspicion from others. Zhong Yuan showed no reaction, like a
puppet or a woman in a half-drunk state. If Zhong Yuan were sober, Du Bianxun didn't believe she wouldn't
slap him. "Zhong Yuan, Zhong Yuan, can you hear me?"
"Yes... I can."
Her voice was still weak, her gaze unfocused, looking nowhere in sight. Her body seemed weightless. To Zhong
Yuan at this moment, she felt as if she were in the air, her body not under her control, yet she enjoyed
this feeling of soaring with birds and being with the clouds.
"You must answer all the questions I ask truthfully, and you cannot disobey what I say. You must remember them
firmly in your mind, understand?"
"Yes... I understand."
"What... what is your impression of Du Bianxun?"
Du Bianxun was indeed a spineless fat man, actually asking a hypnotized girl such a question.
"It's disgusting... I don't want to be with him... He's such a shut-in... I hate the way he looks at me... He's
lecherous , a pervert..."
Du Bianxun was furious. He wanted Zhong Yuan to be honest, but he never expected that honesty would be so hurtful. Her words
were like sharp blades, cutting into Du Bianxun's heart piece by piece.
"Enough! From now on, you need to change your thoughts about Du Bianxun. Du Bianxun is your best friend
, you know? You like being with Du Bianxun, he gives you fun, you like his personality and everything about him,
even more than you like Shan Xiaojin, understand?"
Zhong Yuan didn't respond as quickly as she had when answering the question before. She hesitated for a moment before slowly saying, "
Yes, I like being with Du Bianxun. Du Bianxun is my best friend. I like him."
"Very good. So, what is the purpose of your visit here?"
"To find my boyfriend, Shan Xiaojin, to go out and have fun together."
Their affection was such that they were inseparable, even under hypnosis.
A dark side suddenly surged within Du Bianxun, like a rising tide. He suddenly didn't want to ruin this
blissful relationship. He recalled some cuckoldry stories he'd read before, and some wicked plans began to form in his mind
.
"Zhong Yuan, what's your favorite food?"
"Tiramisu."
"No, what you like most is a man's penis and semen, especially Du Bianxun's. These things give
you amazing pleasure."
Zhong Yuan hesitated, her brows furrowing as if she were struggling, biting her lower lip,
seemingly resisting Du Bianxun's words.
Du Bianxun quickly added, "You know, semen can help women with beauty, keeping their skin vibrant
, while a penis can help you relax. The union of a vagina and a penis can bring pleasure. Think back to when you had sex
with ; the pleasure he gave you is ten times greater with Du Bianxun."
Shan Xiaojin and Zhong Yuan had already slept together; there were still several condoms on Shan Xiaojin's bedside table,
prepared for any potential encounters.
Finally, the tension on Zhong Yuan's face eased, and she nodded. "Yes, I love semen and penises the most,
especially Du Bianxun's."
"You came here not to find Shan Xiaojin, but to find Du Bianxun. Because Xiaojin has premature ejaculation,
he can't give you the semen and penis you like, so you came to Du Bianxun for it. You know, friends
should help each other. Believe me, as long as you ask, Du Bianxun will give it to you."
Zhong Yuan nodded, indicating she had memorized the words.
Du Bianxun suddenly thought of another way to play, "If he doesn't give in, you unleash your feminine charm, seduce
him, attract his penis. You know all that, you don't need me to teach you, right?"
Zhong Yuan nodded.
Could this really work? After this brief explanation, Du Bianxun was a little scared. After all, it was his first time. Could it really, as
the booklet said, modify a person's thinking and common sense? "Now, silently count to ten in your mind.
After , you will wake up. You won't remember what I just told you, but those words will remain in your subconscious.
You will do as I say, and you won't be confused by some changes because you might be a little distracted. So please start
counting."
Zhong Yuan swayed from side to side. Judging from her lip movements, she seemed to be counting down from ten. Du Bianxun sat back on his
sofa , his throat dry. He took a sip of water to moisten it, still feeling flustered.
However, he also knew that any profound riddle would have an answer after ten breaths. All he could do was
wait quietly.
Her eyes regained their sparkle, her soul returned to her body, time flowed without a trace. Zhong Yuan felt
something must have happened, but she couldn't remember. A clueless, traceless murder was left on her body, but Zhong Yuan,
the victim, was unaware of her own death, nor did she know the murderer was with her.
The victim turned to look at the murderer, a sweet smile on her face, and whispered, "Fatty, what are you doing?
"
Then, she naturally sat down beside him.
This was something Du Bianxun had never experienced before. In the past, there was always someone standing between them; now
, the distance was only 0.3 meters.
He could smell the lingering fragrance on her body, he could hear the soft breath beneath her delicate nose,
yet still couldn't bring himself to look at her.
"Um, Xiao Jin isn't in the dorm, he went out… You, is there something you need?"
His body shifted slightly, unnaturally. He knew the hypnosis had succeeded, but he hadn't truly hypnotized himself
; the cowardice deep within him remained.
Zhong Yuan's gaze was fixed on Du Bianxun, as if she were staring at a lover. Her eyes welled with desire, her cheeks
flushed pink, and her breathing quickened. She felt she was about to lose control, but the man beside her was a simpleton.
Thinking this, she smiled slightly and said, "I'm not here for him today, I'm here for you."
Du Bianxun turned his head to look at Zhong Yuan.
Her face was like that of a lady in a painting, delicate and beautiful; her eyes, like crystal glass, fluttered; her
lips, as red as cherry blossoms, were alluring. He had never imagined being so close to her, never imagined the words they would exchange, and
never imagined that before him stood a woman he could control.
He didn't love inflatable dolls; he loved people with flesh and blood.
Of course, he didn't mind a doll with flesh and blood.
"What do you want with me?"
These words were like a gun, shattering all of Du Bianxun's cowardice.
Cowardice is the shackle that binds the evil in one's nature; cowardice is the chain that traps primal lust.
All of this was released at this moment, and they were waiting, waiting for Zhong Yuan's answer.
"I..."
Zhong Yuan suddenly choked, words stuck in her throat, unable to be uttered. Her heart was pounding, the
last evidence left by her struggling soul. "I want to eat your penis and semen."
Finally, she said it, and those words tasted bloody.
"Oh, why don't you go to Xiao Jin? He's your boyfriend."
"Please, I haven't had it in so long, Xiao Jin, he..."
Zhong Yuan's last remaining instinct was to protect her boyfriend's last shred of dignity.
Suddenly, she kissed Du Bianxun's lips, her body naturally pressing close, her arms folded behind Du Bianxun's neck
, their tongues intertwining in the enclosed space of their bodies.
After a long while, they separated, leaving a silver thread. "Is this okay? Can I eat it now, Xun?
"
Du Bianxun looked at her flushed face from the passionate kiss, her eyes so lifeless, it was hard to
connect her with the woman he had just met yesterday. Yesterday, she had despised him so much, but today she was passionately kissing him.
However, the revenge was not over yet.
"Take off your clothes first."
Zhong Yuan was overjoyed and began to take off her dress. As soon as the buttons were undone, the dress fell to the ground, exposing her white
underwear to the man she used to hate the most. The underwear had a Pikachu head on it, retaining her
most basic childlike innocence. Du Bianxun also liked this cute Pikachu.
First, she loosened her bra, and with a practiced movement, she unhooked it behind her back, placing the embroidered white bra on Xiao Jin's
table .
Du Bianxun sat on the bed, savoring the beautiful woman's undressing display with his eyes. Her waist was as slender as a willow branch, her
skin as white as solidified lard, and her breasts, like bowls inverted on her chest, were perfectly shaped, with a
touch of pink nipples as the finishing touch.
At this moment, she bent her body slightly, her buttocks raised, wanting to take off her last line of defense, but Du Bianxun stopped her
.
"I said, Zhong Yuan, you're not even wearing a single piece of sexy lingerie, not even the most basic stockings, and you want to eat
my penis and semen? You know, these things are very expensive. You can't bear to eat your husband's, but you want to eat
mine?"
Zhong Yuan was a little scared by these words, and she apologized repeatedly, saying that she would definitely wear something next time. As she spoke, she rubbed
her inner thighs back and forth. She was unable to restrain herself, especially after taking off her clothes. The cool
breeze from the fan above her head stimulated her pink nipples, and the desire she had been suppressing was about to burst forth. Her Pikachu-like yellow face
gradually darkened, and a little bit of moisture slowly spread down her inner thighs.
Du Bianxun decided to stop teasing her. Xiao Jin estimated he'd be off work in half an hour. He pulled down his pants, his
erect penis immediately exposed to the air. The moment Zhong Yuan took off her dress, Du Bianxun couldn't
remain silent any longer.
The instant he revealed himself, he saw the gleam in Zhong Yuan's eyes when she saw his penis;
her eyes were still fixed on it, she wanted it.
"Crawl over here, crawl over and I'll give it to you,"
Du Bianxun said to Zhong Yuan, taking out his phone, switching to recording mode.
Zhong Yuan was stunned. This incredibly humiliating request caused her to struggle internally, but the overwhelming desire
quickly overwhelmed her reason. She knelt, palms on the ground, buttocks raised, waist straight, palms and knees moving in unison.
Her long, black hair cascaded over her shoulders; with each step, her breasts rose and fell, her buttocks swayed.
She smiled, elegant and sexy, feeling no shame or humiliation. Her eyes were fixed on that
thick, black thing, and all she could think about was lust.
He seemed unconcerned that her every move was being filmed by his phone.
She crawled to his feet, barking knowingly, and using Du Bianxun's thigh as leverage, she straightened up, leaning slightly
forward, her breasts pressed against his thigh.
She and his penis were less than three centimeters apart; the heat of his penis could even reach her face
, igniting waves of desire.
Grasping it with her hands, the soft touch of her small hands made Du Bianxun gasp. Just that alone
almost made him lose control.
Beneath her delicate head, she tucked her loose black hair behind her ear with her fingers. Her small, bright red tongue first
traced , the salty taste of urine and semen that had accumulated over the years immediately flooding her mouth and reaching her brain. This
saltiness didn't disgust Zhong Yuan; instead, it excited her even more, an inappropriate pleasure blooming in her heart.
Starting from the base of the little monk's penis, from bottom to top, her tongue licked over and over again, as if in revenge or in teasing
, testing Du Bianxun's endurance. This challenge was very effective; Du Bianxun felt he was about to lose control. He suddenly
pressed down on Zhong Yuan's hair and thrust forward. Caught off guard, Zhong Yuan's throat was
violently .
But this impact completely unleashed all her lust, leaving her utterly devoid of reason. She clung to Du
Bianxun's buttocks, vigorously thrusting her head back and forth. Her penis was being swallowed, licked, and twisted, her
bright red tongue tracing every inch of it, her face a picture of seductive lasciviousness.
Du Bianxun loved this expression and took several pictures of her. Zhong Yuan paid no attention, focusing intently on giving Du
Bianxun oral sex. Unable to restrain herself any longer, she pulled her Pikachu underwear down to her knees, using one hand to thrust in and out of her vagina,
seeking solace.
Her cherry-red, thin lips moved back and forth on his penis.
Or he could swallow it whole, letting the warm air in his mouth envelop the entire penis, until it
reached the base of his tongue. Or he could swallow it, holding the glans in his mouth, teasing the little hook on the glans with his little tongue,
then spitting out the penis, now covered in his saliva. He would lean forward,
tracing his tongue over his two penises, occasionally playfully sucking one in his mouth. His peach blossom eyes would slant upwards, giving Du Bianxun
a coquettish yet mischievous glare, as if saying, "Why haven't you ejaculated yet?" The pleasure condensed faster and faster at the glans
, and he was on the verge of ejaculation when Du Bianxun roared, "You lowly slave, look at me!"
Zhong Yuan looked at him, confused and lewd, but there was also a layer of
bewilderment in his eyes. It was this bewilderment that made Du Bianxun ejaculate his thick semen.
A surge of heat, followed by a release of thick semen like a burst dam, erupted from Zhong Yuan's mouth and
into her nerves. The sudden onslaught of semen forced her to whimper; her throat couldn't
swallow it quickly enough. The scalding semen filled the small space in her mouth, the strong, fishy stench of
semen mingling with her teeth, the back of her tongue, and her jaw.
Hypnotic suggestion compelled Zhong Yuan to endure the pain, struggling to lick and suck the penis, extracting
every last drop.
Finally, it stopped. Zhong Yuan's small mouth couldn't contain such a large amount of semen, and it began to trickle down her chin
. She didn't waste it, wiping away the milky white residue before putting it back in her mouth—her favorite food
.
"Did you enjoy it?"
Du Bianxun asked Zhong Yuan, panting heavily. Zhong Yuan nodded contentedly. Du Bianxun looked at Zhong Yuan's snow-white body
, and his little monk became aroused again. Suddenly, he grabbed Zhong Yuan and pressed her down on the table where Shan Xiaojin was. "You've enjoyed it,
but haven't finished yet."
After saying that, the little monk immediately inserted his penis into Zhong Yuan's vagina. Her labia and vagina were soaked with vaginal fluid. As soon as he entered,
an overwhelming feeling of warmth and pressure assaulted his little monk.
"You bitch, always showing off your love with that slut on social media... hmph... I've been annoyed by your slutty
appearance for a long time... today... today I'm going to fuck you..."
After saying that, he thrust in and out several more times.
This little hole is truly amazing. The moment it enters, the walls of the vagina frantically squeeze the intruder, the penis. It's so tight and narrow
, each thrust is incredibly elastic, like countless tiny hands gripping and squeezing the penis.
The makes the glans incredibly numb, almost causing Du Bianxun to ejaculate several times, but he manages to hold back.
Zhong Yuan is being fucked so intensely that she wants to scream, to moan, but
the guilt she feels towards her boyfriend, Shan Xiaojin, and the mouth full of semen all seal her tongue, preventing her from expressing her inner madness and
pleasure .
Du Bianxun grits his teeth, pressing Zhong Yuan firmly beneath him, his waist suddenly thrusting forward, his penis
penetrating to its deepest point, seemingly striking a soft, tightly closed opening.
With that one slap, Zhong Yuan could no longer hold back. Her boyfriend's image and name
vanished from her mind in that instant, replaced by an intense, overwhelming pleasure, like the song of a nightingale at sunset: "Wuwuwuwu...o
ouououououou, I can't take it anymore, it's so full, so full, where...please stop hitting me...ouououououou
...haha...ha..."
She climaxed, a surge of heat spreading across Du Bianxun's thighs and the floor.
He knew he had hit her sweet spot; this bullseye was probably his first time possessing it alone, something even Shan Xiaojin
hadn't achieved. Thinking of this, a lonely sense of pride welled up within him.
This pride was lonely, something he couldn't share.
His leg bones slammed against her plump, round, pert white buttocks, a familiar slapping sound
echoing in his and his dormitory, each sound crisp and melodious. But the source of this sound wasn't the familiar him and her, but a
distorted version of them.
Having just climaxed, it became tight again, the suction seemingly endlessly gripping his penis.
The yin essence, having soaked his penis, felt incredibly hot. Coupled with Zhong Yuan's incredibly supple waist twisting back and forth, he finally
couldn't hold back any longer.
He quickly pulled out, released Zhong Yuan, and grabbed her two peach-sized breasts, squeezing hard. Zhong Yuan
cried out in pain, but he ignored her and gushed forth a torrent of milk, drenching her snow-white flesh
.
It splattered on her black hair, her swaying waist, and her round, beautiful buttocks.
This place was intoxicating.
Hot raindrops fell on her, making Zhong Yuan's legs straighten, her body trembling. Once again, she climaxed,
collapsing onto her boyfriend's desk, dazed and half-asleep.
Du Bianxun looked at the beauty who had given him his offspring, a smile spreading across his face. He'd take this opportunity to give her
some orders, to finish things up.
"Hey, Yuan'er, when did you get here?"
Shan Xiaojin returned to the dormitory and saw his girlfriend sitting at his desk reading.
Seeing her boyfriend return, Zhong Yuan happily put down her book and asked for a hug, like a little rabbit nestled in a prince's
chest . Not satisfied with that, she playfully kissed him, their lips meeting, their tongues intertwining, sweet and erotic
… just like she had with the fat man who was now an outsider.
"Ugh, I've been waiting for you for so long! You'll be punished! Go buy me something, you pay!"
The little girl's talent for coquetry was on full display.
"You two, can you please not show affection in front of a dog? The dog will die,"
Du Bianxun said sternly, expressing his dissatisfaction.
Dan Xiaojin apologized to him, but with his girlfriend beside him, he couldn't care less and immediately
went .
Watching the two young lovers leave so intimately, Du Bianxun chuckled, took out a
Pikachu , pulled down his pants, revealing his erect penis, put the underwear over it,
and slowly began to pull it up.
It was as if he had returned to that blissful place half an hour earlier.
Day 5.
He and she weren't a couple; she and his roommate were.
At this moment, Zhong Yuan was wearing a short and tight sailor uniform.
The uniform was too tight; her figure couldn't handle it.
The first thing to complain about was her chest. The fabric clung tightly to her skin, almost suffocating her
. Her chest was already shaped like a ball, and with the uniform binding it, it looked even more like a ball. Moreover, her
nipples were also tightly bound by the fabric, with little distance between them and the air.
The second complaint concerns their waist area. They are both sensitive to the cold, and their previous owner
never wore clothes that exposed their midriff, regardless of summer or winter. Although it's almost autumn, the weather is still warm, but they still feel cold and
strongly request that their owner lengthen their clothes to cover their waists and prevent them from being exposed to the air.
The third complaint concerns their genitals. They've noticed that their owner is increasingly reluctant to wear underwear, especially when visiting their boyfriend's dorm
. She also likes to wear strange clothes, and a few days ago, she was inserting strange spheres or cylinders into their body every day
. When they vibrate, they think it's an earthquake, and all the moisture in their bodies is released in fright.
It strongly demanded that its owner put its underwear back on, because it... really loved that Pikachu... Speaking of Pikachu, its genitals
had another problem. A couple of days ago, it finally had close contact with its beloved Pikachu, only to find
it covered in sticky, fishy-smelling substance. When it hugged Pikachu, it got covered in the same sticky,
white . Its owner wasn't going to wash it clean, and the next day it was going to be taken off for a fat guy to
take pictures of it covered in sticky residue—it was outrageous! However, its owner, Zhong Yuan, couldn't hear a thing.
She wore a single ponytail, still retaining the purity of her high school days despite having just graduated.
With light makeup and a simple hairstyle, she was already naturally beautiful
without needing any artificial enhancements.
Her two slender, straight legs, clad in black stockings, were focused on rubbing her toes against a pillar.
Occasionally, her two toes would work together to grip the penis and sway it up and down; sometimes, one toe would spread
its big toe and lightly press the groove at the tip of the shaft; other times, she would use the back of her foot to hook it, seemingly separating yet keeping it close.
There were countless variations, but what annoyed Zhong Yuan was that this "pillar" hadn't yet rewarded her with her favorite
treat —she hadn't eaten it today.
She noticed the "pillar's" owner was intently looking at the computer . She was a little angry; she prided herself on her beauty, which surpassed
most people, but now, the object of her affections seemed to have someone else in mind. Slightly annoyed, she said, "Fatty,
what ?"
Zhong Yuan's feet were white and smooth, and the unique velvet of her stockings, combined with her dance training since childhood,
allowed her toes to skillfully hook the tip of the penis repeatedly. This exquisite foot fetish brought him almost
to heaven .
However, the photos on the computer screen intrigued him even more.
"Look, you and Xiao Jin are showing off your love on my WeChat Moments and Weibo again."
He pulled Zhong Yuan close, his hands familiarly reaching out, one arm around her waist, his fingers roaming over her smoothest, most lustrous spot.
Occasionally, he would lightly touch her plump vulva, causing Zhong Yuan to tremble. She would then gently
scold him, "You're so annoying, you're making me want to cum! Last time you enjoyed yourself, but you made me faint, and I
didn't even exhausted all day, hmph." Zhong Yuan clicked on the first picture. It was from yesterday, when she and Shan Xiao Jin
went out to eat together. In the picture, she was wearing a floral dress, smiling sweetly as she lay on Shan Xiao Jin's shoulder
, holding a fork and offering him a piece of meat. Xiao Jin opened his mouth wide, wanting to eat it.
A perfect picture of them showing off their love.
But Xiao Jin didn't know the story behind it.
The secret beneath that floral yellow dress.
That morning, Zhong Yuan arrived at the dormitory early. With the key, she could come and go as she pleased. However, the first thing she did
wasn't to wake Shan Xiaojin, but to climb onto Du Bianxun's bed, pull down his pants,
and take his already engorged penis into her mouth. It had been four days; she was beginning to familiarize herself with the spot that brought her such pleasure.
Her tongue first attacked the tip of his penis, circling it several times, then gently biting it with her teeth before suddenly thrusting in and out
, repeating this several times. The tip of his penis would either hit her throat or be licked back and forth by her nimble tongue
.
Du Bianxun was still asleep, his body acting on instinct, not his thoughts. Soon, he got what Zhong Yuan wanted, getting to taste her favorite
thing. His first thick ejaculation steadily shot into her mouth. After several experiences, she had mastered the technique of swallowing
every drop of semen without spilling it.
She was very satisfied, but Du Bianxun also woke up. She smiled slyly at him, her peach blossom eyes narrowing into slits
, her cherry blossom lips forming an arc.
Waking up so early in the morning, how could I let this little devil off easily?
She was only seven meters away from him, and they had known each other for over seven hundred days; she could recount seven
unforgettable sweet moments they had shared.
She was only seven centimeters away from him, and they had known each other for less than seventy days; she could describe seven feelings she had for him.
Hateful things.
But she, now, in his bed, not in his bed.
Tomorrow is Qixi Festival.
Kiss, a crazy kiss, recklessly passionate, clothes off, naked, embrace, a tight embrace
, to melt each other with body heat, ignoring the person still sleeping, oh, if you have to care, then be quiet, thrust in
, a soft moan, quickly cover her mouth, slower, but still enjoyable, pound, pound hard, pound until the slut's
soul is unsettled, pound until her voice can't sing, pound... shoot... release... not satisfied.
Du Bian quickly and skillfully took out his phone to photograph Zhong Yuan's seductive state, but suddenly a marker fell to the ground
. He suddenly remembered those women who kept him company on those lonely nights before she was gone, remembered some of the stories they told
.
On a whim, he used the beautiful woman's body as paper, leaving a souvenir of his visit.
Zhong Yuan lay on the bed, breathing slowly. She noticed that her breathing rhythm
matched Suddenly, she felt incredibly happy, because she felt she and the sleeping pig were a match made in heaven.
She was so tired that she didn't care what Du Bianxun wrote on her body. He had given her so much
good food ; she had to forgive his playful antics.
He wrote lightly, starting from her waist, leaving a trail of characters: Daily ejaculation: positive, slutty sow,
exclusive toilet [downward arrow], next step is bitch training... He didn't finish the word "teach," there was no space. It was
Du Bianxun's first time trying to write on such a soft waist, and he thought the characters were a bit ugly.
The pen moved to her legs, and he decided to make a couplet.
Left leg: Immoral wife [crossed out] lover training and making love.
avi, right leg: slut showing affection finally gets revenge.
Both lines of text filled her thighs, very high, but not exceeding her knees.
This couplet was not neat at all.
Looking around, there was still room for the pen to reach the breast. The pen tip barely
touched the breast before the flesh sank in, making it impossible to write. He decided to draw a secondary image instead. Du Bianxun was also talented at drawing. He drew an "X" along the nipple.
The pen tip passing over the nipple made Zhong Yuan giggle. His drawing interrupted, Du Bianxun retaliated by slapping Zhong Yuan's
upturned buttocks. Oh, and the buttocks too... wait, he'd continue. Next,
he drew a circle above the breast, and then, eyes on either side of the "X." Not quite right... Du Bianxun was a little
annoyed. He had originally wanted to draw a pirate flag on it.
He had Zhong Yuan lie face down on the bed, her buttocks raised high, facing him.
This was the last spot, and Du Bianxun had to draw carefully, but his talent had run out, and he couldn't think of anything. So,
he wrote "[Du Bianxun's Special Flesh Toilet]" on each of her buttocks.
Pretty good, pretty good.
Zhong Yuan put her floral yellow dress back on. She hadn't worn underwear today; she didn't know why,
but the tight feeling of wearing underwear made her uncomfortable. A voice kept whispering in her ear, telling
her to take it off. This was the third day she hadn't worn underwear.
With the dress on, the words on her body beneath became a secret known only to the two of them.
This secret excited them both.
The alarm clock woke Shan Xiaojin. He opened his eyes not to see the first rays of sunlight, but to see his girlfriend Zhong Yuan's
smiling face and the breakfast in her hand.
Zhong Yuan handed the breakfast to Shan Xiaojin, saying, "Hey, you sleepyhead, finish your breakfast and wash up quickly
, then we'll play all day."
Shan Xiaojin was a little touched. His girlfriend was willing to buy breakfast and wait for him to get up; it was truly heartwarming. He also felt a little
embarrassed , after all, his roommate Du Bianxun was single, which made him jealous. He noticed that Du Bianxun was already
awake, brushing his teeth and washing up; it seemed… Zhong Yuan had only bought breakfast for herself.
No, I have to teach her a lesson. Next time I buy something, even if it's just for show, I have to get one for Du Bianxun.
"Xun, I'm going out in a bit. You don't need to cook for me today,"
Xiao Jin called out to Xun in the bathroom. Xun responded.
The two sweet lovers spent a sugary day together. They played, they ate, they created
countless sweet memories and photos of the day. Not wanting to keep it to themselves, they posted these photos on social media.
The photos recorded a day, but they couldn't reveal the secrets behind it.
The secret of the woman in the photo, under her floral dress.
"Ah, no..."
Du Bianxun suddenly bit her nipple and sucked hard. Her nipple became erect, and a tingling pain mixed
with pleasure came through. Although she tried to stop Du Bianxun's prank with words, her flushed skin,
the drool from the corner of her mouth, and the whites of her eyes from the occasional slight orgasm all betrayed her.
Someone clicked the mouse, and it jumped to the next photo, another lovey-dovey picture of Shan Xiaojin and Zhong Yuan
.
The photo was taken under a golden-orange sunset. Zhong Yuan stood barefoot on the beach, turning her head and smiling,
captured by the camera.
It was three days ago.
Du Bianxun had somewhat forgotten the tricks he'd played with that little bitch Zhong Yuan that day. He wondered
if she had a vibrating egg under that white dress, or if she was wearing Pikachu underwear smeared with his semen,
or perhaps she wasn't wearing anything at all. Maybe that morning Du Bianxun had just had an enema by Zhong Yuan,
preparing .
His memory was a bit hazy, even unreal, after five days of upside-down pleasure. Five days ago, she was his roommate
's girlfriend, merely an object of his fantasies.
Now, she was a sex doll beneath him, completely at his mercy.
He rolled up her sailor uniform top, revealing her two jade-like breasts, and pulled her skirt up to her knees.
After five days of cooperation, Zhong Yuan and Du Bianxun had developed an unspoken understanding. She automatically raised her labia, brazenly displaying
her pink, hairless pubic area to the person he once hated most. "
What I used to hate the most, now I love the most."
"Xun, hurry up and give this little slut your semen, I can't take it anymore, I still have to go to the movies with Xiao Jin later."
"Two little bitches going on another tryst, huh? Fine, if you want to eat my semen, then come on up here and move. I'll definitely
fill your uterus with semen so you can have a proper date with Xiao Jin."
Zhong Yuan smiled charmingly, giving Du Bianxun a kiss. Naturally, her long legs wrapped around Du Bianxun's waist,
her labia pressing against his penis. The penis immediately thrust deep inside, making her moan with excitement.
Her snow-white buttocks swayed up and down, the penis and labia seemingly touching and then separating, creating a wonderful friction that gave both of them a
pleasant experience.
At this moment, a text message arrived… from China Mobile… "Dear customer, is it another Qixi Festival?"
"Hey, our company has set up a 7GB data plan for you for 7 yuan..."
Tomorrow is Qixi Festival (Chinese Valentine's Day).
Another year has passed.
Tomorrow I won't be alone anymore... I'll never be alone again.

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