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One winter afternoon in 1997, I met Bai Lan for the first time. She
walked gracefully into the hotel, covered in snowflakes, her alluring eyes glancing left and right before finally settling on me.

"Hey, are you a waitress? I need to ask you something." She tossed her dark red hair, brushing
the snowflakes away; her smooth red hair was like a flame, illuminating the slightly dim room.

"Are you calling me?" I asked, pointing to myself.

She grinned, her smile as bright as a flower. "You're really interesting.
Is there anyone else here besides you?"

I sat at the bar watching her slowly walk to the front and sit down gracefully. Then, she rested one hand on her round
chin, squinting at me. "Hey, is your boss here?"

I shook my head and told her, "No, she hasn't arrived yet."

"What about Xiaobai? Is he here?" After receiving my negative answer, she frowned slightly. "Really
? Then I'll wait for them here."

As she spoke, she crossed her arms and placed them flat on the bar, then rested her head on them, before suddenly lifting her head again
. "Hey, you there, can you wake me up when your boss or Xiaobai arrives? I'm a little sleepy, I'm going to take a nap
."

I agreed, but she didn't react. Had she fallen asleep so quickly?

I shook my head, took a napkin, stood up from the chair, and began wiping the various bottles of liquor that were about to be placed on the shelf. While wiping
, I glanced at the girl sleeping on the bar. Who was she? Could she be my aunt's friend? Or
one of Xiao Bai's prostitutes?

Although I couldn't be sure, I already considered her a prostitute in my mind; she seemed like one no matter how I looked at her, especially
that red hair.

After putting the liquor on the shelves, the waiters arrived one after another. They greeted me and then began the
pre-opening cleaning. I took out my English textbook and continued memorizing vocabulary, preparing for the entrance exam to Seoul National University.

Actually, I knew I wouldn't learn much in the remaining six months. After all, I hadn't studied
for almost six years, and I had long forgotten what I learned in high school during my time in the army.

Although I've been studying at a music academy for the past two years since my demobilization,
it's unrealistic to expect to focus on academic subjects in such a highly specialized university.
Besides, a large part of my motivation for getting into the music academy, besides wanting to give my twenty-odd years of piano experience a proper ending, was the
notoriously high reputation of music academies as hotbeds of beautiful women.
I'm naturally attracted to such places, being surrounded by beauties.

Whether I've actually learned anything there in the past two years is probably anyone's guess, but
I've certainly learned a thing or two about how to squander money and pick up girls. Fortunately, my parents are capable and have earned some money, so I haven't squandered it all.

However, even though I know I won't gain anything from studying, I strangely can't put
it down. It's like I feel uncomfortable if I don't study for a while each day. I've analyzed it and think it's a form
of self-suggestion—forcing myself to study every day means I'm preparing diligently, so even if
I don't do well on the exam, I won't have any regrets.

The problem is, because my dad has a lot of connections, his friend at Seoul National University, who's the vice-president,
had already assured me, to my face, that I'd be admitted even without taking the exam. So what am I
supposed to do, pretending to be a good student every day? I couldn't help but feel a little ashamed of myself…

Just as I was lost in thought, a voice startled me: "What are you reading so
diligently? A pornographic novel, perhaps?" Before I could react, a small hand with blue nail polish
forcefully snatched the book from my face.

I looked up and saw that she had woken up sometime earlier and was now half-lying on the bar counter,
tilting her head and fiddling with my English textbook.

"Wow, this is the first time I've ever seen a waitress working in the West Tower who knows English...as i w...wa...
s ge...get...ting...on the bus...ha,
public bus!" She frowned and stammered through a short passage,
only relaxing when the word "bus" appeared, as if pleased to have found an English word she recognized.

"Do Americans often come to your shop?" She tossed the book to me, and before I could answer her question, she
asked another: "Do you speak Korean? ...By the way, when are your boss and Xiaobai coming
?"

Honestly, I hate it when people talk to me like that. In my mind, people who talk like that are usually
selfish, impatient, and ill-mannered. This girl in front of me, although pretty,
couldn't even speak properly, so even if she were as beautiful as an angel, she wouldn't make me like her. So I coldly replied
, "I don't know," and then grabbed the book and continued reading.

Fortunately, she didn't press me further. Perhaps she noticed my cold attitude, or perhaps she knew I was
annoyed by her. You know, women who frequent the pleasure quarters are very perceptive.

I read quietly for a while, feeling a slight soreness in my neck, so I looked up to stretch it. Suddenly, I
noticed she was leaning over the bar, chin resting on her hand, watching me with great interest.

"Why are you looking at me?" I rolled my eyes at her, lowering my head to continue reading. Suddenly, an unopened pack
of Marlboro cigarettes appeared before my eyes, startling me. "What are you doing?!"

she grinned. "Here, I bet you like these."

I have two flaws: I'm a womanizer, and I'm easily swayed by appearances. Seeing her
radiant smile, I couldn't help but reach for the cigarettes, my initial dislike for her vanishing instantly.

"How did you know I like these?" I asked, tearing open the pack.

She smiled smugly, "I knew this was the perfect match for you."

"Hehe, you're pretty accurate~" I lit one and asked her, "What's your name?"

"My name is Bai Lan," she replied briefly, then busied herself greeting the familiar waiters.
Looking at her radiant and pretty face, a smile involuntarily crept onto my lips: This girl is really interesting.

My aunt came with some guests. They didn't stay on the first floor, going straight to a private room on the second floor. I asked
the waiter, Xiao Hong, to watch the bar, then followed them up and stopped my aunt at the door of the private room. "Auntie, can I borrow your car
for the night?"

My grandmother's family has five children, all daughters except my father. Coincidentally, all their children born after marriage,
except for me, are girls—I, as the only son, naturally receive extraordinary treatment.

My aunt, for example, adores boys, but unfortunately, she had a girl, so she dotes on me beyond measure
, even more than my mother. The reason she asked me to help out at the shop wasn't because she lacked trustworthy
people. In fact, the cashier and purchasing work is handled by others; I'm basically a freelancer
. My aunt only asked me to come because she knew my parents had recently started strictly controlling my allowance, so she was just
finding an excuse to give me money.

I asked to borrow her car, and her first reaction was to object. "You want to borrow the car again? Honey, your aunt will give
you money, you can take a taxi, okay?"

"No, I want to drive!" I shook my head, pulling on my aunt's hand for a long time. "Aunt, lend
me the car, okay?"

My aunt finally couldn't resist my offensive and reluctantly stuffed the car keys into my hand. "You little rascal...
Here you go, drive carefully, okay?" After saying that, she took out five hundred yuan and stuffed it into my pocket. "Remember not to
drink alcohol, and don't come home too late..."

I quickly hugged my aunt and kissed her, then hurriedly ran downstairs. My aunt is good in every way, except she loves to nag.

When I arrived at Ye Zi's building, the guy was impatiently fidgeting, a cigarette dangling from his lips. Seeing me
, he jumped into his car, grumbling incessantly, "What's wrong with you? Your phone's off! Those two girls are probably
already here. Let's go!"

The road wasn't busy, and we quickly reached Sanhao Street. I turned the car around and drove to the entrance of the music academy
, where Yangyang and Song Ping were already waiting for us. I got out and went to Yangyang. "When did you come out
? We've been waiting forever!"

Yangyang looked at me with a half-smile. "What do you think?"

Yangyang

was a year younger than me and a year ahead of me. She was one of the three beauties of the piano department, but I didn't meet her at school
. I met her at Sister Jin's bar, where she worked, playing the piano every night.

I remember the day I met her was my birthday. I had dinner with Ye Zi and a few others, and then went to Sister Jin's for
drinks. Wang Kai's new girlfriend, upon hearing that I could play the piano, insisted that I play a piece for her. I don't usually like
playing in public, but all the girls present, including the girl they arranged for me, insisted,
so I reluctantly played a tune. Unexpectedly, it drew applause from the bar's patrons, which piqued my
interest, so I played one piece after another.

After I finished, I noticed a strikingly beautiful, elegant long-haired girl
standing to the side with a half-smile. Seeing that I had noticed her, she smiled sweetly, "You played very well... Are you new here?"

I immediately decided to sleep with this woman, so I went to her bars every day, only
to find, to my great regret, that she was impervious to both soft and hard approaches. If I hadn't later bumped into her at school, I think
I would never have had the chance to sleep with her.

After she learned that we were classmates, her attitude towards me underwent a fundamental change. At least she
was no longer aloof and unapproachable. To me, this was a
harbinger of our future sexual encounters, but in reality, my first time with her was somewhat forced.

However, what I didn't expect was how unrestrained this beautiful and elegant woman was once she let loose
. She was completely different from when she was clothed. I derived a lot of pleasure from her—a lewd pleasure, a
pleasure that combined elegance and debauchery.

Yangyang and Song Ping got on the bus, and Yezi said she had already reserved seats at Gexian, so I dragged the three of them straight to Youth
Street. After a simple meal, Ye Zi, with an ambiguous expression, put his arm around Song Ping and said they should go upstairs to a hotel. I glanced at
Song Ping, who was constantly smiling, and couldn't help but feel a surge of desire: this girl, while not as beautiful as Yang
Yang, had a stunning figure—curvy and slender, even in winter clothes, her gorgeous body was still evident; after all, she was a dance
student.

Ye Zi was really lucky with women. But then again, if it weren't for the fact that my Yang Yang and Song Ping were from
the same hometown, this guy probably wouldn't have gotten his hands on her…

Yang Yang seemed to sense my lewd thoughts and coughed softly beside me. I chuckled, put my arm
around her, greeted Ye Zi and Song Ping, and left Ge Xian.

"Where are we going?" Yang Yang asked me in the car.

I raised an eyebrow at her. "Let's go home. Will you play the piano for me?"

Yangyang's pretty face flushed slightly. "You pervert..."

Although I was about to withdraw from school, I hadn't vacated the apartment I rented for the nearby school.
I brought Yangyang here, and as soon as we entered, I grabbed her and started kissing her frantically on the face, my hands
roaming haphazardly over her body.

Yangyang, however, maintained her usual calm and elegance, completely unaffected by my overwhelming enthusiasm
.

I reluctantly released her, "Sweetie, can't you cooperate a little? Don't just leave me
to do all the work, you should move your hands a bit, touch me a little..."

Yangyang chuckled, "Do you think you're a piano? Why should I touch you?"

I pulled her little hand to my crotch, "I'm not a piano, but we brought a flute, you can make do
with touching it, okay?"

Yangyang didn't struggle, one little hand clasped firmly between my legs, her face returning to that ambiguous smile
, looking like a serene fairy.

Not aroused, little girl? I kissed her delicate face, then carried her to the bed, gently undressed her
, and began kissing her beautiful naked body all over.

"So beautiful~" I lay on top of Yangyang, playing with her breasts with my hands and lips. Yangyang's breasts
weren't large, only about a handful, but they were exceptionally delicate and firm; just touching them gave me boundless pleasure.
The stimulation was immense, not to mention the pleasure of tasting her cherry-like nipples.

Soon, Yangyang began to breathe heavily. I looked up and saw her slightly furrowed brows, her slightly chapped lips
opening and closing repeatedly, and fine beads of sweat covering her high, straight nose.

"Just a little more stimulation is enough," I thought smugly. "If I tease her most sensitive spot
, this girl will go completely crazy!" So I slowly slid down, my tongue never
leaving her skin, a trail of moisture extending from her already erect nipples to her hairy pubic area.

I parted Yangyang's two snow-white, plump thighs, lewdly gazing at her two fleshy lips.
The pink lips were still tightly pressed together, but I knew that soon they would
bloom like a lascivious flower, thirstily awaiting my assault.

I extended my tongue and gently touched her labia. Yangyang's sensitivity was immediately apparent, and she trembled violently
. A single tremor wasn't enough! I wanted her to tremble incessantly!

I used two fingers to pry open her labia, exposing her clitoris, like a flower bud, to the air
beneath my lips.

Yangyang began to tremble steadily. Although she didn't speak, I knew she was anticipating more
intense stimulation. I opened my lips and gently took her slightly erect clitoris into my mouth, sucking softly,
feeling the delicate glistening flesh gradually become engorged and firm under the caress of my lips and tongue.

Finally, Yangyang burst into song. She writhed and twisted her hips in agony, uttering intermittent, alluring
moans. Her nimble hands, accustomed to the touch of piano keys, were now tightly entwined with my hair, pressing my head forcefully against
her vulva. "Good...good brother...harder..."

I struggled to lift my head, inserting a finger deep into her already slick vagina. "Baby,
tell me what this is?"

Yangyang jerked her head up, her beautiful eyes fixed on me. "Those are flower petals, a sword sheath, it's...
my pussy!" she cried out excitedly, spreading her labia with both hands. "Good brother, don't keep me waiting
, please..."

I pressed myself against her, thrusting my hips forward, pressing my rock-hard penis against her entrance,
then lowered my head and bit her earlobe. "Want me to fuck you?"

"Want..." Yangyang's porcelain-white face flushed crimson.

I gently stirred my tongue inside her ear canal. "If you want me to fuck you, beg me."

"Beg...beg you...beg you to fuck me..." Unable to endure any longer, Yangyang grasped my penis and
pulled it into her vagina. "Stop teasing me...good brother, I'll play the piano for you later, okay?"

I chuckled, pressing my hips down with all my might, my hard penis plunging into Yangyang's body. Yangyang let out
a satisfied sigh, wrapping her legs around my waist and tightly hugging my shoulders and back. "Harder...
fuck me harder..."

"Don't hug me so tightly..." I broke free from her embrace, reaching out to hold her legs, then thrusting
my hips hard, beginning my relentless assault.

Yangyang continued her frenzied rage, wildly swinging her hair from side to side, one hand gripping the sheets tightly, the other
caressing my chest haphazardly. Her seductive allure and frenzy ignited all the desire within me. I abruptly
flipped her over, positioning her in a prone position, then cupped her round buttocks and
thrust my penis deep inside her again…

I relentlessly pounded her buttocks, and Yangyang vigorously arched her back in response. I
thrust in and out relentlessly, and after over a hundred thrusts, Yangyang screamed and writhed, her vagina contracting in circles,
almost making it impossible for me to pull out.

I extended a finger and gently poked her still-contracting anus. Yangyang's movements, which had just subsided, suddenly
intensified again. She whimpered and groaned. When I inserted a small section of my finger into her anus, Yangyang screamed
again, her body went limp, and she finally collapsed to the ground in a kneeling position.

Although I hadn't ejaculated yet, the intense activity had already exhausted me considerably. So
I lay down next to Yangyang, my still-erect penis standing erect between my legs.

Yangyang lay beside me, breathing softly.

"You haven't ejaculated yet, have you?"

"Mmm."

She peeked out from under her arm, her eyes filled with a smile and satisfaction. "I'm completely exhausted now
. Let me rest for a bit, then I'll play the piano for you, okay?"

"Okay." I turned to her side, reaching under her body to knead her
breasts, which appeared much larger due to their sagging. Yangyang remained motionless as I caressed her.

After resting for a while, Yangyang sat up with a seductive air, then pulled me to the piano.

I looked down at my still-erect penis, then sat on the stool, pinching
the base of it and shaking it. Yangyang smiled, biting her lip, and straddled my lap,
slowly sitting down with her wet opening aligned with my swollen glans.

"Whose music do you want to hear? Debussy? Schumann?" Yangyang asked me coquettishly, her supple waist swaying.

"You know what I like to hear,"

Yangyang replied, her slender hands landing on the black and white keys. Immediately, Schumann's romantic
Fantasy filled the room.

Although many music masters in the past have criticized Schumann's works, and some modern scholars say that his compositions cannot
be considered the essence of classical music, I, who have never been interested in classical music, greatly admire this
musician who perfectly embodies romance in his works, even ranking his achievements before Beethoven—at least, that's my
opinion.

Yangyang knew my preferences well and chose a piece most suitable for the occasion to play for me.

I don't know how to express my feelings at this moment. This is no longer pure sexual intercourse, but more like a kind of nude
art: a beautiful and elegant woman sits naked on me,
my penis nestled in her tender vagina, while she plays my favorite piece on the piano...

I am truly intoxicated. The intense stimulation from my lower body and the peace and tranquility brought by the music intertwine...
At first, I felt an intense pleasure, a mixture of elegance and debauchery. I think Yangyang felt the same way; she was equally captivated
by this perverse sensation. I could feel it from her trembling and burning heat…

Finally, at the climax of the fantasy, I could no longer withstand the stimulation.
I released Yangyang and frantically stood on the piano bench, aiming my glans, about to ejaculate, at her elegant and delicate face.

Yangyang's eyes also shone with wildness, so frantic that her fingers could no longer play the correct notes. Finally,
as she slammed her hands onto the keys with a chaotic thud, I rubbed my penis and ejaculated.

At the same moment, Yangyang closed her eyes, opened her mouth, and sucked the glans that had just released the first spurt of semen into her mouth…

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