The Last Rumba

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The Last Rumba
Author: f & j
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Foreword:
It's been a long time since I wrote any erotic articles, haha! But I've still been secretly reading them! And as I read, my hands started itching again...
Another motivation for writing is that some netizens say that veteran writers have disappeared, and I hope to offer some insights. Of course, I'm not a good writer, and I hope this initial attempt doesn't break your head; only then will the subsequent articles be truly interesting.
This article should theoretically be published on 'FreshNet,' but 'FreshNet' has restrictions on its authors. The reason for publishing this on Yuanyuan is twofold: firstly, the content is too explicit and might not be palatable to Xianwang (a Chinese online forum); secondly, Xianwang and Yuanyuan are affiliated, so I think it's fine... I hope everyone enjoys it! The entire story will have approximately seventeen chapters, totaling 50,000 to 60,000 words, with a planned release of one chapter per week (it's already written, but I'm still working on the erotic scenes; I'm currently working on a science fiction story and a literary story simultaneously, so time is limited). I've put a lot of effort into 'enhancing' the erotic scenes in this story, and I hope readers will enjoy it. Let me clarify first that my story is unlikely to be entirely erotic; the focus will be on psychological descriptions. The erotic elements will diminish after the third chapter, but there will still be some steamy scenes interspersed. The story's theme revolves around eroticism. The story itself is influenced by *Emmanuelle*, which is my favorite erotic novel; I'm admitting this now to avoid criticism. The story will unfold along two parallel storylines, which is my usual practice. Thank you for reading this rambling without changing the channel!
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The Last Rumba (Part 1)
Rumba: Sadness, languor, combined with sentimentality, sensuality, passion… and a teasing allure, is a dance belonging to women. Without desire, there is no rumba; a rumba devoid of desire is merely a mechanical movement, utterly worthless and meaningless. Without sadness, there is no rumba; a rumba without sadness loses its soul, becoming nothing more than cotton wool swaying in the wind, unsure of its destination. Does desire bring sadness, or does sadness bring desire? Or does something else bring both simultaneously? Or is desire inherently sadness; or sadness inherently desire? Beautiful music, ambiguous limbs, provocative glances, the allure of wanting and not wanting… this is the rumba. How to dance the rumba well? Love someone wholeheartedly, and when you dance the rumba, think only of your lover, letting your steps intertwine with theirs. Alternatively, dance the rumba when your lover has left you, using your steps to express your longing and jealousy. And if you're neither in love nor heartbroken, then use all your energy to seduce your partner. In short, one cannot dance the rumba well without love and desire. However, if you have found your love, what does it matter whether you dance well or poorly?
The music is light and lively~~2341~~ Yun'er emerges from Zhou Cheng's grasp in a reverse motion~~ Her hair lightly brushes her chest~~2341~~ Yun'er enters in a forward motion~~ Her rhinestone hair clip sparkles brightly~~2341~~ Yun'er emerges again in a reverse motion~~ The fragrance of her hair wafts past her nose~~2341~~ Right foot, left foot, right foot, Yun'er quickly crosses her legs three times in front of Zhou Cheng~~ Her lotus leaf-like skirt flutters in all directions with the rapid spin~~ Yun'er's arms also wave in front of her and to the sides with her body's rotation~~ Her skin is like jade~~ Her steps are as light as the music~~ As light as a butterfly flitting among flowers~~ "Look up! Look at me!"~~ Her black eyes sparkle like the rhinestones at her hairline~~ Clear as the sun after rain. A gentle smile graced her lips, just like the spring sunshine outside the window. Zhou Cheng couldn't help but smile slightly as well. The music became soft and melodious. 2341. Yun'er swayed forward to meet Zhou Cheng. She walked forward without looking away, her gaze a mixture of resistance and attraction. Her brows furrowed slightly. Her right hand lightly touched Zhou Cheng's chest and abdomen, yet he couldn't get any closer. 2341. 2341. Yun'er didn't stop, but moved and circled around Zhou Cheng. Her right hand gently brushed along Zhou Cheng's front, side, and back, returning to his front. Her fingertips seemed to touch the skin beneath his clothes. 2341. Zhou Cheng took small steps back and forth in place, his gaze following Yun'er as she turned. He saw beads of sweat glistening on her temples, and a strand of black hair falling obliquely in front of her ear. Her hair was disheveled, but what about her heart?
The music grew even deeper and more erotic. 2341. Yun'er and Zhou Cheng suddenly spun around and separated. Their eyes met. Yun'er's cheeks flushed crimson. 2341. Her hands slowly opened from her chest. Her breasts rose and fell with her breath beneath her thin shirt. 2341. As if abandoning all worries, Yun'er resolutely stepped forward. Her gaze was unabashedly fixed on him. "Let's see what you can do to me!" 2341. Yun'er turned to stand in front of Zhou Cheng. Zhou Cheng placed his hand on Yun'er's slender waist. Both of them turned their heads to face forward. "Relax your waist! Swing your hips more!" Yun'er gazed gently into the distance. Her serpentine waist twisted, her hips swaying from side to side. Zhou Cheng's hands moved with the swaying hips. Beads of sweat dripped down her back. She said, covered in sweat, "I'm tired, I can't go on..."
At this time, she was the only student. The teacher's wife wasn't in the classroom today; usually, there were no students before 11:00 AM. She was probably out buying groceries. "It's only a little before 10:30..."
Zhou Cheng mumbled, glancing at the wall clock. It showed 10:18. Yun'er's class was every Monday from 9:30 to 10:30. It was fortunate she got up early; there were usually no students in the morning. Yun'er deliberately chose this time; she didn't like a bunch of people crowding around like in a can-can dance. The rumba was like that—it needed quiet. And isn't sex usually a matter between two people?
He looked at Yun'er, as if asking, "Is that all?"
Yun'er smiled at him but ignored him, turning away and slowly walking towards the dressing room. She swayed as if still lost in the melody of the rumba, her hips moving with her steps, yet also seeming to beckon something. Zhou Cheng hesitated… Zhou Cheng
was an international standard dance teacher. He and his wife ran this dance studio, mostly teaching working professionals. Many customers like Yun'er wanted one-on-one lessons, but these were usually in the afternoon. These students were generally already at a certain level and no longer satisfied with learning basic steps in group classes; they requested individual instruction, which naturally cost much more. Zhou Cheng gently pushed open the dressing room door. Yun'er was standing there looking in the mirror, not touching up her makeup or doing anything else, seemingly waiting for him. Zhou Cheng wondered, should I go in or not? He stood there, half-open and half-closed, just as he hesitated as his own thoughts. Yun'er reached down and pulled out the hairpin from her hair, letting her long black hair fall down. She tossed her head, letting her long hair cascade over her shoulders, and without turning her head, smiled at Zhou Cheng in the mirror. Her smile held a hint of provocation and mockery…
Zhou Cheng gently stepped forward and wrapped his arms around Yun'er's waist from behind. He had been holding and caressing her waist just moments before, but this time it was completely different. The small dressing room was suddenly filled with desire. His heavy breath brushed against Yun'er's ear, and her heart swayed. Suddenly, she leaned back against Zhou Cheng, her whole body limp, enveloped in a misty haze, feeling as if she were melting. He slipped his hand inside Yun'er's blouse and unhooked her lace bra. The strapless, white bra fell onto the purplish-red floor tiles… Yun'er thought, this is depravity. Yun'er's alabaster breasts seemed to leap out from under her clothes, the tiny nipples visible even through the fabric. Zhou Cheng gently traced circles on her areolas with his fingertips, circle after circle, until the supple, tender nipples stood even more proudly erect. She simply closed her eyes, savoring the thrilling sensation. His hand was so gentle and understanding, like Zhou Cheng's dance steps. Yun'er couldn't help but moan, whispering, "Oh God! Your hand, um... no... God..."
Falling into depravity, Yun'er thought, how wonderful it would be to fall into depravity! At this moment, a trembling feeling spread from her chest to her lower body, and she couldn't help but shudder, then it rushed back to her brain. Yun'er felt that her lower body was completely wet, so wet, so wet, the warm love fluid seemed about to overflow. She slowly moved her hands back to Zhou Cheng's waist, imagining Zhou Cheng's flexible waist swaying when he danced, imagining Zhou Cheng thrusting into her from behind, she wanted it so much...
Her hands gently touched down, and through his pants she could feel his erection. She reached for the zipper and pulled it down abruptly. Zhou Cheng's thick, erect penis was ready. Through her panties, Yun'er could feel its trembling, a rhythm like a rumba... She gently stroked it through her panties, feeling that intoxicatingly large penis. How pleasurable it would be when that big rod thrust inside her later?
Zhou Cheng's hand also moved to her lower body. She moved slightly, allowing him to easily pull her skirt down completely. Yun'er thought to herself, this is yet another act of depravity. How she loved this kind of depravity! Perhaps his wife had already returned from grocery shopping, perhaps she was busy tidying up in the kitchen, or perhaps she was about to come in. Yun'er was aroused even more by this dangerous stimulation. His fingers slipped inside her panties, roaming over her labia. He gently teased Yun'er's soft pubic hair, not in a hurry, lightly touching her moist petals, caressing and teasing her slightly parted, waiting entrance… She twisted her waist, inviting him, trying to meet Zhou Cheng's fingers. Her lower body was already soaked with her honey-like fluids, her thin silk panties completely wet. He knew she couldn't take it anymore. With a "plop!", suddenly his entire middle finger entered her body. "Ah! Oh my god…" Yun'er cried out, her body trembling as she leaned forward. Those fingers were so soft and skillful, twisting and turning freely inside her, as if plucking at her entire nervous system, playing a beautiful melody in her soul. She could feel her vagina gripping the finger tightly, craving deeper, more pleasure… The finger, churning with her abundant love juices, made a sound like a sudden downpour, further arousing her. She could feel herself having fallen to the deepest depths… but it still wasn't enough. She could no longer hold onto Zhou Cheng's penis, collapsing onto the vanity, her hands on the mirror, moaning. She arched her buttocks as high as possible, as if that would allow the finger to penetrate deeper, more completely… When Zhou Cheng withdrew his finger, she suddenly felt emptiness. She cried out, "Don't come out…"
Zhou Cheng smiled contentedly, turned her around, gently lifted her to sit on the vanity, and then removed all her restraints. Looking at the clothes scattered on the floor, she thought, "This is truly the depths of depravity. How much more depraved can I be? How much more lewd can I be?" She twisted her body like a queen and said in a sweet voice, "Kiss me, kiss my lower body, I want you to kiss my hole, and then give me your rod..."
Zhou Cheng bent down and gently kissed her clitoris. His tongue swirled around, sucking and licking the small, bean-like clitoris. Her clitoris, already hard, swelled even more from the teasing. Love fluid slowly flowed from her opening, mingling with Zhou Cheng's saliva, intoxicating like fine wine. His tongue, penetrating her delicate, secret place, moved in and out like his enormous penis. Yun'er felt each taste bud on Zhou Cheng's tongue release a wave of erotic fragrance, a fragrance that made her forget everything. She gripped the dressing table, thrusting her lower body forward, screaming, "Faster, like this, faster, brother... faster... I beg you, my good brother, dear brother..."
Upon hearing this, Zhou Cheng stopped. He stood up, hesitated for a moment, then pulled down his pants, revealing his penis. His penis was now fully prepared, erect, its proud glans glistening with love fluid, displaying itself proudly. Yun'er smiled and slid lightly off the dressing table. She knelt in front of Zhou Cheng and gently flicked his penis, saying, "What a cute cock, really cute. Of all the cocks I've ever seen, yours is the most exciting. Is your cock really that good? How are you going to poke me later? Will you poke me to death...?"
She slowly stroked his testicles with one hand and rubbed his penis with the other. Stimulated by Yun'er, his penis became even thicker, and Zhou Cheng felt like he was about to lose his balance. She brought the glans to her face and gently rubbed it, then used her nipples to feel the trembling penis. She gently stroked the slit around the glans and asked with a smile, "Do you like it? How do you want me to caress it? Do you want me to kiss it first or fuck me first? Do you want me to suck it, lick it, and gently bite it?"
Zhou Cheng was so excited he couldn't utter a word, only nodding as if he wanted to say anything...
Yun'er chuckled softly. With one hand, she brought the adorable glans to her mouth, while her right hand forcefully gripped Zhou Cheng's testicles. She knew exactly how much force to use; it had to be just right, not too much, not too little—too much force could be fatal. Zhou Cheng screamed and doubled over. His once proud and erect penis suddenly shrank as if by magic…shrank…
“What’s wrong?” Yun’er asked with concern. “Why did your penis suddenly shrink? How am I supposed to fuck you like this? You said you’d poke me, poke me hard, poke me to death… Waaah…you lied to me again…you always lie to me…”
“You…” Zhou Cheng clutched his genitals, doubled over, and pointed at Yun’er as he backed away. He had been speechless with pleasure just moments before, but now he was speechless with pain. He retreated to a corner of the dressing room before realizing he had nowhere to go.
"Me?"
Yun'er turned around, grabbed a tissue from the dressing table, and wiped her genitals in front of Zhou Cheng. The lingering pleasure from before still lingered... She picked up her clothes and slowly put them on, as if performing. Her posture was still so elegant, but in Zhou Cheng's eyes, it held no allure whatsoever. "You always..." Zhou Cheng trembled, still covering his genitals, and squeezed out the words with all his might. "Oh no, it's already 10:40, past the time limit. You're not going to charge me extra for these ten minutes, are you?" Yun'er exclaimed in surprise as she looked at her watch. The Last Rumba (Part Two)
Looking at the time, it was almost ten in the morning. Yun'er lazily stretched on the bed, rolled over, and buried her face in the pillow to avoid the glaring sunlight from the window. Yun'er ran a handicraft materials shop, selling materials for things women loved to make, such as Chinese knots and cross-stitch. Although the shop wasn't on a busy street, business was decent; at least after deducting the rent for the first and second floors, it was enough to support her. She opened the shop around four o'clock every evening. She had some regular customers, such as housewives, but her biggest clientele was high school girls. Seeing these vibrant young girls always made Yun'er feel happy, not because she envied their youth, but because of a maternal instinct, even though she herself wasn't that old. She opened the shop at four to cater to the girls' school dismissal time. Yun'er was thirty-one years old this year, an age where a woman's beauty and maturity blended perfectly. Speaking of beauty, every woman in her twenties is flawless, radiating youthful vitality. Those picking fruit, drawn by their delicate pink hue, can't resist touching them, eager to taste them, only to discover a hint of unripeness in their mouths!
Women over forty, however, are ripe and full of color, their deep, vibrant hue and sweet aroma undeniably alluring. The aroma is fully released, and those holding them are reluctant to put them down, knowing that the fruit has absorbed the essence of sun, moon, wind, and dew over the years, reaching its peak. Yet, a slight regret lingers, for the flesh inside is somewhat loose.
The woman, barely in her early thirties, had lost all her youthful radiance. A bite revealed a crisp, sweet flavor, and its subtle, half-released aroma was irresistible; everyone wanted to bring their noses to inhale its fragrance. It was a case of "you can't bear to eat it, but you can't bear not to eat it." The small street was lined with shops, and none of the shopkeepers near hers knew Yun'er's background. They only knew she had been running her shop there for almost a year… and that although she rented the entire floor, only the first floor was used for business; the second floor was her residence. This information came from Ah Huo's wife, the owner of the furniture store at the street corner, because her husband had moved all the furniture there. As for why she would waste the second floor of a shop in such a not-so-cheap location as a residence, there were many rumors, but no one knew the real details…
Everyone knew she was single and unmarried. As for why they said she was single… That's because no man has ever been seen entering or leaving her house. The few men who do appear are mostly reluctant companions of their wives or mistresses, buying needlework supplies. These kinds of shops are exclusively for women; if a man enters, he feels it diminishes his masculinity. Few men are willing to accompany women shopping, let alone buy groceries, underwear, needles, and thread. Yun'er's beauty is undeniable. Her long, flowing hair, perfect for a TV commercial, is enough to ignite countless fantasies, not to mention her classic beauty—her oval face, her high, firm breasts, and the swaying waist and hips as she walks. Those large, expressive eyes were a frequent topic of conversation among the young girls, each one envious and wanting to get double eyelid surgery immediately. And then there was her elegant attire… Her nose was extremely small and delicate; when the children haggled over prices, she would often furrow it in feigned anger, which the children loved to see, and they would deliberately chatter on about prices. Her voice was beautiful too, like her thin, red lips; once she opened her mouth, it was like a dance, a string of words tinkling like wind chimes, lingering in your ears for a long time after she finished speaking. Since she moved in, the proprietresses of several shops nearby had become busy, partly to keep their men's eyes on the line, and partly because their men had become more vigorous at night. In just one year, three out of ten women on this street had become pregnant. One wonders if these men, in their vigor, were fantasizing about Yun'er. What's more, before Yun'er moved in, these men were all like lazybones. But after she moved in, every evening when the garbage truck's music started, they all rushed out like firefighters, scrambling to take out the trash... because Yun'er rarely showed her face, only taking out the trash was something she absolutely had to do. It wasn't that Yun'er never went out; every day around 1 p.m., she could be seen dressed smartly, carrying a small bag, getting into a taxi, her destination unknown. She would return to open the shop around 4 p.m. The women in the neighborhood started speculating. Yun'er must be going to meet her lover; how could such a flirtatious woman be left alone? And what man would leave her to live a lonely life? One woman guessed she must be being kept, while others countered: "If she were being kept, why would she be working so hard running this shop?" In short, it's a mystery, a mystery no one knows. Because of this mystery, the dull little street has come alive. At this moment, Yun'er lay in bed, recalling Zhou Cheng's teasing during her dance class yesterday. She'd been taking this dance class for almost half a year, and during those six months, Monday mornings from 9:30 to 10:30 were the only time she could still remember her old life. For over a year, she had almost given up all her old habits, but dancing was something she loved dearly, and she couldn't bear to give it up… She thought to herself, one day she would have to give up dancing anyway. The rhythm of the rumba music echoed in her ears… She couldn't help but think of Zhou Cheng's tongue. This guy was getting increasingly clever, but even a dog learns tricks eventually, right? He had teased her countless times in the past six months, or perhaps it was she who teased him! In this world, no one can complete the entire process of teasing another, and in short, Zhou Cheng never achieved his goal. At first, Zhou Cheng could always bring her to orgasm, serving her with his mouth and tongue. Later, Zhou Cheng learned his lesson; he slowly began to use this method of dangling Yun'er in mid-air, hoping she would agree to let him penetrate and possess her perfect body... Yun'er thought to herself, "Hey! Try harder!"
She got up and walked to the dressing table. From the bottom drawer, she took out a box with gold trim. The box was exquisitely carved, with flowers, birds, and vines woven into the top and sides, intertwining all the way to the bottom. Opening the lid, a white brocade backing held a silk handkerchief wrapped around an item. It was clear that the handkerchief was embroidered with twin lotus flowers, and water droplets still rolled on the green lotus leaves. She reached out and slowly stroked the handkerchief, looking at the vibrant colors and neat stitches, thinking about how she had embroidered it with a devout heart, stitch by stitch. The item wrapped in that silk scarf must be very precious, otherwise Yun'er wouldn't have gone to such lengths to safeguard it. She sighed as she looked at the package. She carefully opened the scarf; inside was just a vibrator…
Yun'er got up and looked at herself in the dressing table mirror, beginning to undress herself piece by piece. She slowly and carefully unbuttoned each button, removing each restraint, as if her lover were standing behind her watching her undress. She picked up the vibrator and examined it. It was broken, merely a shell without any vibration. It must have been worn out for some time. She gently stroked the vibrator, as if it had a life of its own. In her eyes, it seemed to radiate a light, as if it were growing larger, its enormous glans swaying and defiant. She parted her lips and licked the vibrator. It was so lifelike, truly like a penis, only much larger. The rod seemed to melt in her mouth; her cheeks puffed out as she took the entire massive glans into her mouth, the whole rod sliding down her throat. The rod was of superior quality, and the sensation of kissing it was no less than that of a real person. She was lost in lust; the bedroom was filled with that intense, overwhelming desire. The rod gently rubbed against her genitals. Although her genitals were already overflowing with arousal fluid, the magnificent glans still couldn't enter smoothly. Slowly, with a furrowed brow… *plop!* The large glans slid completely into her vagina…
*Oh…* She let out a beast-like moan; the rod made her entire body heat up. She slowly pushed the rod to its deepest point, until it couldn't go any further. At this point, about four or five centimeters remained outside. She didn't rush to thrust, but felt the rod filling her body, the entire rod filling her vagina completely. She could feel her lust fermenting, the desire growing stronger and stronger, the fluid secreted from her vagina increasing, and if the rod hadn't been so tightly inserted, it probably would have spilled out. She began to slowly thrust... thrust, slowly thrust...
"Darling, deeper, deeper..." She began to drift into a daze. She increased her speed, the rod went even deeper, reaching her uterus, and she almost swallowed the entire 20-centimeter-long vibrator into her vagina. The love juice flowed out from her vaginal opening, and she could feel that the sheets were already wet, but it still wasn't enough...
"Oh my god! So strong... Give it to me... Fuck me hard, fuck me hard with your cock... Oh my god! Your cock is so big and thick..."
She twisted her body, sweat mixed with love juice scattered everywhere, and her long hair fluttered and danced on the white pillow. The speed had been increased to its maximum, and the rod seemed to heat up as it transmitted heat to her body, writhing and thrashing like a snake as it burrowed into her lower body...
"It's going to break... You've pierced me... You're going to ejaculate... I can't take it anymore..." she cried out, holding the rod in one hand and clutching her lower abdomen with the other. Suddenly, she squeezed her legs together tightly, feeling a force push her high into the air. Her entire body arched as if propelled by a force, and the rod was pushed to its fullest extent, completely submerged inside her. She was supported only by her shoulders and her pair of white jade feet, suspended in the air for about a minute or two! Then she fell heavily back onto the bed...
"So good, so good! Darling, you're really good..."
Yun'er was reluctant to pull the rod out, still savoring the orgasm she had just experienced, an orgasm like a wildfire spreading... She was waiting for this orgasm to subside, she wanted it again, once more... an orgasm that never ends.
After cleaning the vibrator, Yun'er kissed its enormous head with utmost reverence. She carefully placed it on the pillow, spread out the silk, and meticulously wrapped it in the silk before putting it back in the gilded box. She opened the bottom drawer of her dressing table, where a photograph was located. Yun'er carefully placed the box containing the vibrator next to the photograph. She sighed softly, as if making a great decision before reluctantly closing the drawer. She sat naked before the dressing table and began applying makeup. She meticulously applied her makeup, carefully checking to make sure she hadn't missed anything. Then she noticed a single white hair in her hair, and suddenly she laughed… She thought to herself, "This is fair, everyone gets old, I'm just aging too slowly…"
She suppressed the urge to pluck the white hair, thinking, "If plucking one would cause three more to grow, that would be good, but if I pluck it, it's gone." This vibrant youth seemed like a burden, a scourge, something she desperately wanted to escape and avoid. At exactly one o'clock in the afternoon, Yun'er arrived at the main road. She waved for a taxi and instructed, "Please take me to the Municipal Mental Sanatorium…"
The Last Rumba (Part Three)
2341~~ Yun'er's burning gaze met Zhou Cheng's eyes~~ Her proud steps led her firmly into his embrace~~ 2341~~ Her swaying hips caused her body to suddenly turn to the right~~ The distance between them widened~~ The temperature dropped as her burning gaze shifted~~ Zhou Cheng's eyes followed her intently~~ To be honest, it was Fu Shengchuan who led Yun'er into this turbulent world of desire. Yun'er didn't know Fu Shengchuan before, It was a dance party, a dance party Yun'er attended during her senior year of college. Fu Shengchuan sat alone, looking rather forlorn, in a corner of the hall. For his age, Fu Shengchuan seemed a bit old to attend such a party; he was forty that year, a forty-year-old middle-aged man among these young people in their early twenties—almost an old man, hopelessly old. Yun'er, of course, was the star. In her four years of college, she had experienced everything she could and shouldn't have, even things she shouldn't have done. Tonight, her boyfriend was watching her intently, refusing to let his guard down. Everyone knew that even if you went to great lengths to win Yun'er's heart, the slightest lapse in attention would cause her to vanish like a mischievous sprite. Indeed, Yun'er's nickname was "Sprite." She was a sprite among flowers, and these boys were merely flowers exuding the fragrance of pollen, each striving to display their vibrant brilliance before her. Don't say that flirting is a girl's prerogative; boys are just doing the same thing in different ways, sometimes even more obviously and foolishly. Yun'er just wandered around, sniffing here and there, staying wherever she pleased... Sometimes when she got tired, she would stay a little longer, but that didn't mean she would settle down. In Yun'er's mind, she absolutely wouldn't settle down in one place until she graduated from university. Speaking of which, four years of university were almost over, and she had been with her current boyfriend for half a year. Occasionally, Yun'er would seriously consider the future. However, this thought about the future was only occasional; there were still three months until graduation, weren't there? She was determined not to waste a single moment of her youth. It was precisely because of this annoyance, this unwillingness, yet she still had to accept it, that her youth was almost over, like a gentle breeze brushing her face—just a fleeting moment, just a little bit. Although she could still be wild after entering the workforce, Yun'er always held that very traditional, very old-fashioned view: graduation meant preparing for marriage. In some ways, Yun'er was a very conservative woman. She never dated two people simultaneously. Perhaps there was a slight overlap, but only a slight. She never slept with two people at the same time. You can't help but admire her adherence to her moral principles in this regard. Although she was always traveling around, you absolutely couldn't call her an unfaithful woman. She just couldn't concentrate, or perhaps her memory wasn't very good. When another beautiful flower appeared, she would always flirt with it, and then the previous flower would be immediately forgotten. She had never seen a flower that didn't love her. That's the problem. Yun'er had always been pampered. She was a favored daughter of heaven, a treasure to boys. This favor was a gift from heaven. So when she sneaked over to Fu Shengchuan while her boyfriend got a drink, she was rejected. It was humiliating. Although it wasn't the first time she'd been humiliated like this, she tended to attribute all her misfortunes to this most recent hurt. She felt Fu Shengchuan should bear the burden of all the humiliations she'd ever suffered. "No, I can't dance. And for me, you're far too young, both physically and mentally. I think you should try those kids."
Fu Shengchuan rejected her like this, not even glancing at Yun'er before turning his head to look in another direction. These words struck Yun'er like a thunderbolt. Gritting her teeth, Yun'er asked him with a malicious smile, "So you came here with your daughter today? Aren't you worried about her attending the dance alone?"
"No, I came with a friend, but I can't dance, and I don't like dancing."
Yun'er followed Fu Shengchuan's gaze and saw a pretty girl chatting and laughing with a group of young boys. The girl must be a sophomore! Yun'er seemed to vaguely remember that the girl was from the business school… Yun'er was furious at this man's seemingly impenetrable exterior, and also surprised by the age difference between them. She had only invited Fu Shengchuan to dance with a mischievous intention; Yun'er had never really wanted to get to know such an old man. "You're just letting her be like this? She seems to be living in her element?"
Watching the girl laughing and joking freely among the boys, Yun'er thought, is this man trying to fool me? What man wouldn't keep a close eye on his woman, especially such a beautiful and vibrant one? "Honesty..." Fu Shengchuan said, "Honesty and trust."
"So, as long as you're completely honest, you can do whatever you want? Heh! You should say that to my boyfriend. He's always worried about me, but honestly, I can't trust myself either."
A man's words are concise and to the point; conciseness implies deeper and more far-reaching meaning. A talkative man is like a flower in full bloom; you can see right through him. What's left to linger? Fu Shengchuan's words completely piqued Yun'er's interest. Just then, Yun'er's boyfriend returned with two drinks. He had already searched around twice, never expecting that the lively Yun'er would be hiding in this corner. He looked at Fu Shengchuan with suspicion, as if this man were some prehistoric monster, or the weird uncle from Ximending... Yun'er took the drink and said willfully, "Go take a walk by yourself first, I'll come find you later..."
The boy wasn't quite sure who this middle-aged man was. Maybe he was a professor at the school, or maybe a classmate's parent, or perhaps a policeman? But in any case, he seemed harmless. He shrugged and walked casually into the group of classmates. "A very nice boy, just a bit too young. How do you tolerate a kid like this? It takes a lot of patience," Fu Shengchuan said. Yun'er was speechless... Was Fu Shengchuan's statement a provocation or an insult? Or was this man simply a madman? Fu Shengchuan didn't let up after Yun'er's momentary pause and continued his attack. He said, "The men you've been with are probably all like this!"
"What else?"
Yun'er was speechless. She could only offer a weak, defensive response. She regretted getting caught up in this hopeless argument. "What else? What do you want? Do you really dare to want anything? This isn't child's play; this is a matter of courage."
Fu Shengchuan said challengingly, then stood up as if preparing to leave…
"It's only eight o'clock…you're leaving her alone…" Yun'er said, looking at the pretty girl. She couldn't answer Fu Shengchuan's question because she had always been the dominant one in any relationship, and no one had ever challenged her. She thought about it carefully and realized the man was right. She always encountered these immature boys. Now she truly felt how noisy this place was, how childish this dance was; she was reigning supreme among the children. But what was the outside world really like?
"Honesty and trust, my dear little friend, honesty and trust are all you need. What else do you need?" Fu Shengchuan nodded slightly to Yun'er and then turned to leave. "Wait! It's still early... Where do you want to go now?" Yun'er hesitated for a moment and continued, "You were just talking about courage, weren't you? I'm not easily intimidated!"
Yun'er didn't know what she wanted to do. Perhaps it was a trap, perhaps there was something illegal involved, but Yun'er couldn't help but trust this man. At first, she spoke to this man with a mischievous intent; he was almost old enough to be her father. Now, however, the situation had completely reversed… Fu Shengchuan pondered, seemingly unable to make a decision… Yun'er felt insulted, as if she had been rejected from a beauty pageant right after registering because of her poor appearance, and she still held the registration fee in her hand—giving it away was wrong, accepting it was wrong…
Fu Shengchuan wasn't tall, about 1.7 meters, almost the same height as Yun'er. He was slightly overweight and, like many middle-aged men, had a protruding belly. Was he handsome? This man might have been handsome in his youth, but now he was clearly out of shape due to the ravages of time. Yet, this man possessed a certain charm, a charm derived from his thin lips and his eyes, perhaps swollen from excessive indulgence. When Fu Shengchuan spoke, there was always a hint of disdain at the corners of his mouth, a serious disdain for all of life, giving the impression that he had experienced countless worldly affairs and seen through everything. But that wasn't the most terrifying part. His eyes held a weariness, yet also a burning flame. Looking into those weary eyes, you wanted to reach out and comfort his tormented, struggling soul. However, if you weren't careful, you would be burned alive by the flame behind that weariness. Middle-aged men are dangerous. They know everything, and physically they are at their peak. It's almost impossible for a young girl to resist that temptation. "This is no joke. You're too young. How old are you?" Fu Shengchuan paused, then continued, "And...and you're not still a virgin, are you?"
"No!" Yun'er's voice carried a hint of pride. She said, "I'm twenty-two. I'll graduate in three months."
"How many men have you been with? How much humiliation can you endure? Do you think you're qualified? Go back, child, go back and grow up slowly! Don't try to do things beyond your age." Fu Shengchuan thought for a moment and decided to give up. "No!" Yun'er's competitive spirit was ignited. Even if it was a volcano or a cauldron of boiling oil, she was going to go through it this time. She had never truly lost, never. From childhood to adulthood, even if she lost for a moment, she would always find a way to get revenge. Today, she wasn't going to lose to this unassuming old man. "My car's outside, let's go!"
Yun'er ignored her boyfriend and followed Fu Shengchuan out. Just then, the rumba music started playing, and no one noticed what had just happened. The Last Rumba (Part Four)
At the ward door, Yun'er handed over her purse. The male nurse sitting behind the table smiled, casually rummaged through it, and handed it back to her. The nurse said, "Miss Zhang, you're three minutes late today. We were just making a bet, and you made me lose so badly."
Yun'er smiled but didn't reply. She put away her purse and went into the ward. The nurse behind her called out, "Miss Zhang is here..."
Another male nurse came forward, looking extremely happy, his face beaming. Yun'er looked at him and said, "Xiao Liu, did you win the bet today? I was stuck in traffic because of a car accident on the way. You really dared to bet I'd be late." Nurse Xiao Liu laughed
loudly, "Yes! Yes! I was just on a whim today, and I actually won! Who says you always lose in the long run? Haha!" He suddenly lowered his voice and said, "Miss Zhang, he's not in a good mood today. He even threw things this morning..."
Yun'er frowned and looked inside. She saw about a dozen patients in the room, and the man she was looking for was standing at the iron window, looking out. The scene was like a prisoner sentenced to life imprisonment looking at freedom but unable to escape his cage. Yun'er felt a pang of sadness and couldn't continue the conversation. She quickly lowered her head, pretending to rummage through her purse to suppress the tears welling up in her eyes. "Why don't you go in and sit down for a bit? I'll go call him..." Xiao Liu finished speaking and walked towards the man. Yun'er headed towards the adjacent visiting room. This visiting room was a small room partitioned off from the main ward. Although it had an entrance connecting to the main ward, it didn't have a door. A transparent acrylic panel covered the room up to waist height, a feature designed to prevent visitors from passing contraband and to facilitate monitoring by the nurses. The hospital had very strict safety regulations. Things like tobacco, alcohol, drugs, and sharp weapons were obviously prohibited, but even small items like shoelaces and buttons that could potentially cause self-harm or harm to others were considered forbidden. Often, it wasn't that family members intentionally violated the rules; rather, it was often due to the patient's insistence and the family's ignorance that these contraband items were brought in. The furnishings in the meeting room were quite simple: a long wooden conference table and a few wooden benches. There were almost no metal objects; safety was the top priority. The man stood there at the door, not coming in. Xiao Liu nudged him, practically pulling and dragging him to his seat. Yun'er wasn't surprised; she simply smiled at Xiao Liu to express her gratitude. Xiao Liu nodded to her and left the meeting room—according to regulations, patients needed to be accompanied by a nurse when visiting, but Yun'er came every day and had long been good friends with the nurses, so they made it convenient for everyone. Moreover, Yun'er had never violated any rules in the past year or so... Regarding some of her actions, the hospital almost tacitly approved of them, and the man's attending physician believed that such behavior might not necessarily be a bad thing for the treatment. The man just kept his head down and didn't say a word... Yun'er just stared at him...
At first glance, the man looked to be in his forties, but it was hard to say, perhaps because he had been in the ward for a long time and looked exceptionally fair-skinned! He was not tall, about 1.65 meters, and slightly overweight, with fair skin, like a piece of white tofu on a market chopping board, as if you could poke a hole in it with a finger. The man had a buzz cut, and his eyes were blank, so blank that it seemed as if he had no feeling at all. When you looked into his black eyes, you seemed to be able to see through them; they were completely empty. Only then did you understand what a walking corpse meant. The man wasn't handsome, or perhaps not unattractive; anyone who lived here for a year or two would lose their good looks. He kept muttering to himself, and if you leaned closer, you could hear him repeatedly chanting, "Go away... go away... go away..." An
ordinary person would think he was possessed by a ghost and should at least find a psychic monk or Taoist priest to perform a ritual. Yun'er, however, understood what he meant. He was telling Yun'er to leave, and he had been saying this for over a year. For over a year, no matter what you said to him, he only ever said this one sentence, repeating it over and over. Yun'er took a breath, straightened her back, and put on a smiling face, looking at him and saying, "Xiao Liu said you're unhappy today? Did someone bully you? Or were you naughty?"
Yun'er's tone was like talking to a three-year-old. The man ignored her and continued muttering to himself. Yun'er was used to seeing him like this. She continued, "I'll go ask that Xiao Liu later and see which reckless guy dared to bully you. I'll go and scold him to help you get revenge, okay?"
It was like a one-man stand-up comedy routine, with only Yun'er talking, while the man completely ignored everything. He sat there perfectly still, repeating the same words over and over, looking like a plaster statue playing a cassette tape. "Can I tell you what happened after I left yesterday?" Yun'er didn't care whether the man knew what she was saying or not; she continued, "After I left yesterday, I suddenly didn't want to go back to the shop. So I went to that coffee shop we used to go to. I sat there thinking about you, and I started crying. I cried until six o'clock before I remembered I hadn't eaten dinner, so I ordered a beef stew rice. Then I regretted it. Do you remember that place only sells pre-packaged meals? You must remember, your memory is always so good… Darling, I'm sorry, you know my memory is bad… my memory is just terrible…"
The seemingly strong Yun'er burst into tears while talking about her poor memory. She felt utterly useless. Through her tears, she thought she saw the man frown slightly, but she quickly wiped away her tears and couldn't make out what it was. She composed herself and smiled, continuing, "Then we just had to eat it! It really was awful..." At this point, Yun'er laughed happily, as bright as the sunshine after the rain. Her laughter was so innocent, so pure. She said, "Just like that time we ate it together, it was awful, darling, you know? I really remember that awful taste, I haven't forgotten a thing!"
As Yun'er spoke, she turned to look out the transparent window. Xiao Liu was standing in the distance, also looking in her direction. Xiao Liu nodded to her and disappeared from her sight. Yun'er moved to sit next to the man, took his hand, and softly asked, "Did you miss me today?" She pulled his hand to her thigh and leaned closer to whisper in his ear, "I'm not wearing underwear today, especially for you. Do you want me? In the taxi, I deliberately spread my legs, and the air conditioning made me feel chilly. You know, the taxi driver kept peeking at me. Even though he made me wet, I wasn't tempted at all!"
As she spoke, her hand slowly reached down to the man's lower body, feeling only his penis through his clothes; it was still limp and motionless… She continued, “After leaving the coffee shop, I went back to the shop to open. It was already 7:30 PM. Business wasn't very good last night, probably because I opened too late! I closed the iron gate at 11:30 PM, then took a shower, and went to bed around midnight, falling asleep almost immediately…” Yun'er recounted her day like a diary entry, rubbing the man's penis as she spoke, but it remained completely unresponsive. Yun'er continued, “This morning I think I got up around 9:30. You know I love to sleep in, and when I did, I thought of you…”
Giving up on caressing the man, Yun'er simply pulled his hand under her skirt. Yun'er was wearing a dress today, and indeed, there was nothing under it. The man's hand didn't resist at all, letting her pull it over. His palm covered Yun'er's plump vulva. Yun'er felt a warm sensation in her lower body as his palm covered her, and her whole body trembled slightly as if an electric current was passing through it...
If it weren't for the warmth of his body, the man's hand would have seemed unmoved, as if it were fake. Yun'er pulled up his middle finger and inserted it into her vagina. Yun'er let out a soft moan: "Mmm..." She gripped his fingers and poked them back and forth, her love juices flowing more and more with each in-and-out movement of his fingers. Each time his fingers withdrew, strands of love juice dripped down her buttocks. Between breaths, Yun'er said, "Then...oh...then...God! Darling, I feel so good...so good..." Yun'er was so overwhelmed with pleasure that she could barely speak. Suppressing her ecstasy, she stammered, "Then I used the vibrator to poke myself...just like you used to do it to me...however you used to do it to me...that's how I used the vibrator to poke me...so deep...it felt so good...so good..." Yun'er felt a tingling sensation inside her. She gasped, forcefully pushing the man's hand inside as far as possible. Her whole body trembled as she collapsed onto the table...
"Yes, darling, I just like this, just like this... Oh..." She pulled the man's penis out of her pants, lowered her head and took it into her mouth, saying indistinctly, "I did it like this twice in a row, both times it felt so good..."
The man's penis didn't change at all, it was just like a child's penis, shrunken there... Yun'er licked and sucked around the glans with the tip of her tongue, although the penis didn't get excited at all, Yun'er still kissed it with satisfaction. As they kissed, tears and Yun'er's saliva mingled together, leaving Yun'er with a salty taste in her mouth...
"Miss Zhang, did he make any progress today?" the male nurse sitting at the table by the door asked as Yun'er left. "No...sigh! Did Dr. Qiu give any instructions today?" Yun'er said dejectedly. "Dr. Qiu still says the same old thing. He believes the problem is that he has completely isolated himself from the world. Unless he is willing to come out, otherwise..." the male nurse sighed and continued, "If he can't get out of his own mind, he can't get out of this sanatorium. It's not easy to get in here, and it's even harder to get out. In the past two years, I haven't seen anyone leave. If you continue like this..."
This was a sincere statement. Almost none of the patients here had visitors, except for the first ten days or two weeks after admission. None of them had been like Yun'er, who had been faithfully attending visiting hours every day for over a year, rain or shine. This illness is unlike any other. It's difficult to say it will heal, yet everyone here lives a healthy, plump life. No family member has the mental fortitude to stay with them every day. Most families qualified for this ward have some connections or means. There are few beds and many patients, and once admitted, there's rarely a chance to leave. So, getting in is difficult, but getting out is even harder. "Right!" Yun'er's tears fell…
At this moment, her mind was in turmoil, unsure of what else she could do… Perhaps it was all a dream, a dream that would end sooner or later. She looked back at the man, who had returned to where he had been standing behind the iron bars as if nothing had happened. She wondered how long this would last? How long could she endure this? Perhaps he was happier here than outside!
The Last Rumba (Part 5)
2341~~ Yun'er's right foot turned her face away as well~~ The twisting of her hips brought her back to face-to-face~~ Her hands wrapped around Zhou Cheng's neck~~ 2341~~ Zhou Cheng and Yun'er twisted their waists in unison~~ Yun'er's upright upper body accentuated the swaying of her hips~~ Desire permeated the air between them, carried by their eyes and breaths. This was a tea house, a very typical one. Fu Shengchuan and Yun'er sat in a private room, an open-plan Japanese-style room, facing each other on the floor. The teahouse wasn't doing particularly well, but it was extremely quiet…
Yun'er didn't understand why Fu Shengchuan had brought her to a place like this. She thought they were going to either a hotel or some kind of lively place; this place seemed only suitable for chatting and drinking tea, nothing more. She had initially thought this man was going to get her into bed and do something exciting, like in porn movies, but here? Yun'er began to feel disappointed. She started to miss the dance party that should still be going on. “Regarding sex,” Fu Shengchuan said, “Do you have any taboos? I mean, do you have a boundary, a boundary that is considered ‘no’?”
“I don't understand what you mean…”
Yun'er didn't know what Fu Shengchuan wanted to ask. She looked at him curiously. What did this man want from her? Wasn't it just sex? Wouldn't it be faster to just go to a hotel? Was it just for casual conversation? For her, sex seemed easier to do than to talk about, but discussing it face-to-face made Yun'er feel incredibly uneasy, as if needles were stuck in her skin. "For example... homosexuality, public exhibitionism, promiscuity, group sex... and so on. If you have some kind of phobia, then I'm sorry; if you have any psychological or physiological barriers, then I'm also sorry. In short, I don't like associating with people who are hindered by so-called taboos regarding sex." "
This... the issues you just mentioned... to be honest, I've never thought about them." Yun'er felt this topic was becoming increasingly challenging. "Did you have sex with that boy at the dance?" Fu Shengchuan asked like a voyeur, "Do you even understand the meaning of the word 'sex'?"
"What exactly are you trying to ask?" Yun'er was getting angry. Having sex was one thing, but asking her to talk about it so openly was another...
Fu Shengchuan just smiled and didn't answer her. She thought about it; she was the one who had boasted about being bold enough to come with him, and now that she wasn't saying anything, she seemed petty. She stiffly said, "Yes!"
"Listen carefully, you can leave anytime, you can change your mind anytime, don't worry about my feelings, after all, you're too young. What time do you have to be home tonight?"
"I share an apartment with my classmates outside." Yun'er felt her voice was dry. "See that boy?" Fu Shengchuan pointed to a young boy who had just passed by the private room. The boy looked to be just a high school student, with a face full of acne. Fu Shengchuan continued, "If I asked you to seduce him, would you dare?"
"Ha! I would! Of course I would... but the problem is I don't have any desire for him. This kind of thing requires at least some desire, doesn't it?"
"Desire is often just a noun. Let me put it this way! Environment creates desire, emotions create desire, loneliness creates desire... and desire doesn't necessarily come from feelings, nor does it necessarily come from sight. Let me explain. For example, two strangers, a man and a woman, are crammed into a small space—let's say an elevator—and then suddenly the power goes out; that's the environment. Or, for example, you've just broken up with your boyfriend or had a fight; that's an emotion. And then there's the situation of not having a partner for a long time; that's loneliness. And other things like alcohol and drugs, don't those also create so-called desire?" Fu Shengchuan paused and continued, "A real woman creates desire; a little girl only waits for desire. That's the difference."
"Why? Should you have desire when having sex with someone you despise? Should you actively create desire to sleep with them, no matter how much you hate them?"
"Hahaha!" Fu Shengchuan said mockingly, "Of course not. This is about the sovereignty of desire. Do you have the sovereignty of desire? If you slept with me right now, would you have desire? Maybe you're just trying to save face, because I asked you if you had the guts, and you just wanted to prove your courage. You're being misled by false pride; that's dishonesty. Being honest about your own physical desires is the hardest thing, but it's the first step in growing up. Frankly, the reason I'm not interested in young girls is because what young girls love is just a fantasy."
"I'm being honest. Didn't I just honestly say I wasn't interested in that boy?" Yun'er couldn't help but feel a surge of anger after her secret was exposed. She continued, "And what about you? Do you have desire for me? You clearly want to sleep with me, but now you're here talking to me about theories of desire. Are you being honest with yourself?"
"Desire is simple yet incredibly complex. First, are you sure you're an honest person? Second, are you willing to take responsibility for your honesty? That's the hardest part. Nobody likes taking responsibility; everyone thinks it's painful. But conversely, you also lose a lot because you're afraid of taking responsibility. As for me? To be honest, I can't say I have desire for you, at least not yet. I'm trying to arouse your desire so I can have desire for you. Ha! It's like you have absolutely no desire for that boy right now, so how do you proceed? You have to arouse your own desire first, and then arouse the other person's. Also, all of this might be due to the environment or other factors. What if this were a hotel, and the boy was naked in front of you? Or what if you were naked in front of me?"
Fu Shengchuan made no attempt to hide his lack of sexual desire for Yun'er, which sounded to Yun'er like he was calling her an ugly monster. Yun'er was so angry she couldn't utter a word. She tried desperately to find a flaw in his statement, and said sarcastically, "Are you saying that because I have no desire for you, you are impotent?" Feeling a little better after saying this, Yun'er continued, "If, as you say, we must be naked together to create desire, isn't that too difficult? For example, if I meet someone today and feel desire, and I honestly face my desire, isn't that just tormenting my heart? How do I know he wants me? How do I know I won't be rejected?" "
You're absolutely right," Fu Shengchuan replied. "Desire is a two-way street, not something that can be achieved by one person alone. If it's only one-sided, that's rape."
"If I have no desire, how can I arouse your sexual desire? Even if it's one-sided." Yun'er was furious that he surrendered to her so quickly, and she continued to challenge him. "Let's play a game... You haven't answered my question about boundaries. I don't like forcing people to do things they don't want to do or can't do."
"Forget about boundaries, just say it!" Yun'er was going all out. She wanted to prove her courage, and on another level, Fu Shengchuan's words about having no desire for her had ignited her fierce competitiveness. "Take off your panties and bra, right here..."
Fu Shengchuan said this as if it were an easy task. Putting aside whether Yun'er was willing or not, even if she were, she was wearing jeans today, and how could she take off her bra in public? Yun'er stood there, stunned
... "Afraid of being seen? Ha! Unless someone happens to pass by the door, no one can see inside this room. That's risky. Didn't you notice? No one has passed by for fifteen minutes now. Maybe someone will pass by in the next second, maybe we can make love here for an hour and nothing will happen."
"No, I just want to know what this has to do with all the things you just said... We talked about being honest about our desires, about making love being based on mutual sexual desire..."
"Have you ever had an orgasm? Without making love? How many people have you been with? How much pleasure have you lost because of dishonesty? You only accept what you see, you never explore what you don't see. You make love with your eyes. Do you know how much pleasure you've missed?" Fu Shengchuan took a sip of red tea and continued to ask: "Are you happy? At least sexually satisfied? You think you're the initiator, but in fact you're still a pitiful prey, simply because you've never tried to learn. I'm teaching you how to grow now."
Yun'er took off her jeans under the low table, which wasn't difficult; the low table provided much more privacy. She then pulled up her t-shirt, quickly unhooked her bra, and her ample breasts popped out. She immediately pulled the t-shirt down... She glanced at Fu Shengchuan, then took off her underwear. Because of the low table, Fu Shengchuan couldn't see anything. She quickly put her jeans back on. The entire undressing process took less than three minutes. Yun'er felt her heart pounding, as if she had just committed a heinous crime. Outwardly, it was impossible to tell that Yun'er wasn't wearing underwear, but in her heart, she felt completely naked, naked in public... She looked at Fu Shengchuan, who was just smiling. He had that same smile from the beginning, a smile that seemed to say, "Everything is within my calculations." "Unzip your pants. Don't worry, the table is blocking the view. Put your fingers in. You know how to masturbate, right?" Yun'er did as he was told
...
Just then, the young boy passed by the door again. Yun'er thought, "That was close! It was only a minute's difference!" Suddenly, Fu Shengchuan called out to the boy
… “Excuse me, what time is it?”
The boy paused for a moment. Yun’er felt that the boy seemed to have noticed her nakedness under her outer garment. She lowered her head…
“Oh! Nine forty-five,” the boy said politely. “Thank you!”
The boy quickly disappeared out the door. Fu Shengchuan was still smiling. He said, “Tell me honestly, did you feel any desire for that boy?”
Yun'er then realized that she hadn't really been looking at the boy. Even so, her lower body was soaked. The moment the boy stopped at the door, her whole body was indeed filled with desire. The climax came so quickly and has lasted until now... To be honest, this desire wasn't directed at anyone. This desire came from the deepest part of her heart. It was a desire that had no object. The Last Rumba (VI)
2341~~ Yun'er turned to face Zhou Cheng with her back to him~~ Zhou Cheng's hand gently touched Yun'er's soft waist~~ The heat spread down from Yun'er's waist, down~~ 2341~~ Zhou Cheng's breath brushed past Yun'er's ear~~ The twisting of her hips couldn't shake off Zhou Cheng's hand on her waist~~ Zhou Cheng looked down at Yun'er's bare shoulder.
That was the age of most daydreaming, a time filled with countless fantasies and endless daydreams…
The boys of her age were all covered in acne, staggering as they walked, their days spent playing basketball and baseball, always covered in dirt. Yun'er now realized that girls mature a year or two earlier than boys, especially mentally. Yun'er started developing at twelve, and by her third year of junior high, she was a fully-fledged woman, physically. Boys were different; many were just beginning or halfway through development, their long arms and legs seemingly unsure of where to put them, looking like clumsy spiders waving their thin limbs—utterly childish. Mr. Jin was their math teacher. In Yun'er's eyes, Mr. Jin was practically a god. A graduate of the mathematics department of a teachers' college, unmarried, and not yet twenty-five years old, he had just returned from military service. It wasn't just Yun'er who liked and admired him; this idol-like worship was practically pervasive among all the girls in the class—no, almost all the girls in the school regarded him as a role model for their future. In any class he taught, the girls' math scores generally improved significantly. Yun'er has already forgotten the name of this Mr. Jin. This isn't surprising; at that age, the things people are infatuated with are mostly external and visible. No one really tried to understand what Mr. Jin was like inside. Yun'er's infatuation with Mr. Jin was like her infatuation with some movie stars—what young person hasn't experienced idol worship?
It was the second semester of her third year of junior high school, and Yun'er's grades were fluctuating between her first and second choice high schools. The teachers were all worried for her, but she herself was quite nonchalant. She didn't care at all which high school she attended. Studying was a piece of cake for her. She didn't want to get into her first choice school simply because she didn't like wearing green shirts; if there was any school that wore light purple shirts, she would definitely go there. Teacher Jin called her in to discuss this issue because her math had clearly started to decline, slowly but steadily. If she could add another fifteen points to her math score, her chances of getting into her first-choice university would be much better. Yun'er's humanities subjects were consistently above average, the only exception being math, which always seemed to be shaky...
Others might not know, but Yun'er herself was very clear about it. There were only two ways to attract a teacher's attention: one was to be a good student—never making a mistake and always getting a perfect score. There were far too many good students like that in school, and Yun'er knew that although she was smart, she wasn't that smart. Then there's the decline in grades... but this decline has to be just right, so slight that it makes people feel resentful and heartbroken...
Yun'er remembers that day, during morning reading time, Teacher Jin called her to the office. There were no other teachers in the office at that time; most of the other teachers were accompanying their students during morning self-study. Teacher Jin, however, had given up his own class to try and persuade Yun'er to work harder. "You scored 85 points on the last mock exam, how come you've dropped to 76 points this time?"
Teacher Jin said worriedly, adjusting his glasses. He couldn't understand why Yun'er always dropped by 50 to 10 points on mock exams. But Yun'er just kept her head down, fiddling with the hem of her skirt, and didn't answer a word. She was enjoying the happiness of having Teacher Jin all to herself this early morning. It wouldn't be easy to deliberately get a score of 76. "You know your score is so close... Have you had any tutoring after school? Is there a problem at home? There are less than a hundred days left until the joint entrance exam. Are you paying attention to the countdown on the blackboard?"
Yun'er shook her head, indicating there were no problems and she hadn't had any tutoring. She nodded to show she understood the urgency of time...
"Is it that you don't understand what the teacher is teaching? Or what?" Teacher Jin was very patient. He then looked at the calendar on his desk and said, "Are you free on Wednesday and Friday evenings? Kuang Lihua is also your classmate, right? You two are at a similar level, so come to my house for tutoring together. Do you know my house? Tell your parents beforehand that it's from six to nine o'clock tonight..."
Yun'er simply nodded... Wasn't this her goal?
That day, Kuang Lihua had a cold and didn't come to class, so Yun'er went to the teacher's house alone. She had become extremely familiar with the place by now. Teacher Jin rented a small apartment near the school; it was tiny, so small that the bed, desk, living room, and kitchen were all combined, but despite its small size, it was extremely quiet. Because of the limited space, the teacher could only help two students review their lessons at a time, mostly by having them do assigned exercises. When he was bored, he would often sit on the edge of the bed reading his own book. It was mid-May, and the weather was hot. Teacher Jin was a self-respecting person; even in this sweltering heat, he was neatly dressed, wearing a shirt, trousers, and leather shoes. The two of them, sweating under the fan, worked on their exercises. What exactly did Yun'er know? She didn't really understand anything back then; she just enjoyed having the opportunity to be close to her teacher like this. The fact that Kuang Lihua wasn't here today made it even more perfect, absolutely perfect. The weather was particularly muggy today, like it was about to rain, but the rain wouldn't come anytime soon. The oppressive heat made her feel restless, uncomfortable, and uneasy, as if something was both added and missing. Yun'er rolled up the short sleeves of her oversized white shirt and unbuttoned the top button, finally feeling a little cooler. Teacher Jin wasn't here.

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