The Beautiful Flesh Tree (Completed in 08-09)

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(8) We could still hear Xiaomu saying, "Sorry, sorry, sorry," but we still couldn't help but laugh. I pulled off the condom on my penis with a dark face, hurriedly put on the pajamas that the hotel had prepared for guests and hung by the bed, and went downstairs to open the door. Damn, does the police check rooms in the middle of the night here? Neither I nor Xiaomu were afraid of room checks, but it was really... the timing was perfect!
When I opened the door, I was stunned. It was a waitress from Qingxinzhuang who came to... deliver the midnight snack!
When we booked the room, we ordered the midnight snack at the front desk. We had originally agreed that it would be delivered to our building in about an hour to an hour and a half. But we completely forgot! I couldn't possibly get angry at the waitress who specially delivered the midnight snack, so I politely thanked her and asked her to go back. Qingxinzhuang was thoughtful, using an old-fashioned double-layer food box to deliver the midnight snack, which was very tasteful. But at that moment, I couldn't care less about romance. Exhausted, I asked Xiaomu if she wanted to eat upstairs or downstairs. Xiaomu lazily said she didn't want to go downstairs. So I carried the food box back up to the second floor. Xiaomu was naked, leaning against the railing by the stairs, grinning. She even looked at the food box with great interest. Opening it, the first layer contained a stack of mashed potato pancakes and another snack—I can't remember what it was now; the bottom layer contained a duck blood soup and two small servings of purple sweet potato dumplings. They should have been served in small bowls, but perhaps considering we'd be walking on a mountain path, they used modern-style glass boxes with seals to prevent spills. Visually less appealing, but practical nonetheless. Just as I was about to put the duck blood soup and dumplings on the coffee table, I turned around and saw Xiaomu putting the mashed potato pancakes and the other snack back into the food box. Puzzled, I asked her why. Xiaomu gave me a charmingly sly look and retorted, "Are you hungry?" I subconsciously touched my stomach; it was alright. Xiao Mu came to my side and said in a sweet voice, "I'm hungry..." Seeing Xiao Mu's expression, I suddenly realized that my IQ had completely plummeted to its lowest point since arriving at Qingxin Manor. If I were to encounter any of the women I'd met before with my current level of sensitivity, I'd probably be utterly despised... I really acted like a clueless kid. I hugged Xiao Mu, teasing her nipples, and asked her why she put the food back when she was hungry, since it was time to eat. Xiao Mu reached into my pajamas, grabbed my half-erect penis, and giggled, saying, "I want to eat this. It's so pitiful, sometimes soft, sometimes hard. Please don't let it go soft this time." Then she knelt down, buried her head under the hem of her pajamas, and started licking it again. It was because of all the unexpected events, not because there was anything wrong with me, that my penis quickly returned to its normal state. Xiao Mu hurriedly spat out his penis, stood up, sat on the coffee table next to him, spread his legs, and said to me very seriously, "Come in quickly! We can do whatever we want later, just come in!"
I was about to grab another condom when Xiao Mu hooked my arm with his foot, straightened up, grabbed me, pulled me to his side, and said, "My period just ended the day before yesterday, I'm fine! I want you to come in quickly!"
I entered Xiaomu's body without any resistance. I pressed her tightly against the small-leaf rosewood stump-shaped coffee table, and we embraced passionately, our upper bodies pressed together, lips inseparable. Our lower bodies, however, were repeatedly opening and closing. My penis cautiously tried to enter and exit a few times, feeling waves of hot fluid enveloping it, so smooth that I stopped testing and thrust in deeply each time. Her vagina was indeed very tight, but because of the surging fluid, it only brought pleasure. Our lovemaking was slightly silent. I didn't say anything, just thrust into her with all my might; Xiaomu also closed her eyes tightly, holding my neck tightly, then my waist, without uttering a word, only letting out various involuntary moans under my thrusts. We both seemed focused on this moment, not wanting anything else to disturb it. I didn't try anything fancy, and I had no idea how long it would last or how to change positions. I simply used the most basic method to enter and exit Xiaomu's lower body, and she simply accepted each of my thrusts in the most basic way. After a few minutes of thrusting, Xiaomu straightened up, and her lower body began to convulse from her buttocks down. Her moans changed from simple pleasure to a mixture of pain, joy, and turmoil. This was her first orgasm. I brought her legs together and pushed them upwards, almost folding her body up so that her knees could almost touch her collarbone. This made entering and exiting her vagina much smoother, without any obstruction from her legs or buttocks. My penis could penetrate her completely each time, and I could clearly see her labia turning inside out, her vaginal opening constantly contracting and then opening again. About the same amount of time passed, and I felt waves of throbbing pain in my erection. A second before ejaculation, I pulled away from Xiaomu's body, releasing her legs that I had been pressing against my chest. Semen spurted out in gushes; the first spurt landed directly on Xiaomu's face, the second on her chin, and the rest didn't travel as far, mostly landing on her lower abdomen. When the first spurt hit her face, Xiaomu gasped, then calmed down, looking up at me intently until I smeared the last bit of semen from my penis onto her legs. She wiped away a little semen that had trickled from her forehead to the corner of her eye, half-jokingly complaining, "Why didn't you ejaculate inside? It's all over the place, I have to take a shower now!" I smiled. Of course, there was no need to explain. She didn't really need an explanation either. I gave her some tissues. Xiaomu quickly wiped herself, then suddenly hugged me tightly, kissed my lips on tiptoe, and ran to take a shower. When she returned, we started eating. Honestly, I'm really hungry. Who would have thought we'd be doing such strenuous activity so late tonight? My original plan was to have a nice dinner with Xiaomu, say goodnight happily, and then go home and go to bed early. And tonight we're eating a completely vegetarian meal! And here we are, it's already past midnight. Tonight I spent countless hours patiently listening to that story, killed countless brain cells twice to untangle Xiaomu's emotional knot, and even ejaculated countless amounts of semen. To be honest, I'm exhausted... Now, replenishing my energy, I realize the pastries at Qingxinzhuang are actually quite decent. Xiaomu ate a little and then started acting up again. She sat on the sofa, swaying back and forth, kicking me with her toes. I glanced at her and asked if she was bored after eating. I warned her to watch out, or I'd teach her a lesson. She grinned mischievously and provocatively said, "Oh, you're so good! You can teach me a lesson so quickly! Come on! I love being taught a lesson by you!" I gave her the middle finger. Xiaomu put on a very serious face and asked me how I felt about what happened. I said it was great. How could something be wrong with a man and a woman who are both physically and mentally healthy? Xiao Mu nodded casually, pouting, indicating that while my answer wasn't wrong, she wasn't entirely satisfied. Suddenly, she looked up and asked, "Do you like women licking your feet?" I nodded subconsciously, "Yeah, it's alright, I've done that before." Xiao Mu's eyes lit up, "Then I'll lick your feet later." I frowned. To be honest, I hadn't even considered it. Sex isn't about doing every move or trying every trick to be pleasurable. It's only when you're particularly interested in a certain move or technique that you need it. Sex requires your desire for the woman. Satisfying that desire is good sex. Sometimes it's a torrential downpour, sometimes it's just a gentle breeze. Both can be good sex. Sometimes I make sex complicated, like role-playing; sometimes it's simple, I just keep thrusting, maybe without even changing positions. It all depends on my mood at a particular time of day. Otherwise, sex would become a programmed thing, like watching AVs from the same company and series. No matter how many actresses are used, the content of each one is basically the same; the only difference is the actress's figure, expression, and moaning. I have no interest in that kind of sex. I never even considered having Xiaomu lick my feet. Ultimately, I have feelings for Xiaomu. By now, it's hard to say that these feelings are love, but I think they are at least no less than love. I don't look up to her. To me, she is a woman I feel incredibly close to and cherish, but I don't feel any sense of being unattainable, and I certainly don't have the idea of wanting her to kneel before me and lick my feet. Xiaomu herself is passionate about sex and has almost no resistance to various techniques, which makes it impossible to get the pleasure of forcing an unwilling woman to be trained through foot licking. Therefore, foot licking is not the pleasure I want to obtain from Xiaomu. I shook my head. Xiao Mu pouted again: "What's wrong? I've racked my brains trying to figure out how to serve you, and you don't appreciate it?!" I went over and hugged her, pinching her little nose, and said, "Why are you licking my feet? Isn't it nice just sitting here like this?" Xiao Mu paused for a moment, then said, "I was thinking, what first time can I give you?" I was also stunned, hugging her for a long time without saying a word. At that moment, I wasn't thinking about anything specific, but Xiao Mu's words made me feel quite emotional, a little troubled. After calming down a bit, I smiled and used my fingers to gently part her lips, lightly touching her teeth, and asked, "Why not a first time? May I ask whose first penis Miss Xiao Mu ate?" Xiao Mu hit me, turned her face still looking a little displeased, and said sullenly, "I think it's different." I straightened up, stretched, and said, "My dear Miss Xiao Mu, what first time or second time! You and I don't seem to be that kind of people." Xiao Mu crossed her arms and leaned against the sofa, not even asking me what kind of person I was referring to. After a moment, she made a face and yelled "Okay!" before running downstairs to brush her teeth. I followed her down, and after brushing my teeth and taking a shower, we went back upstairs to bed. It was almost 1 a.m., and it had been about an hour since we last did it. We cuddled together, chatting idly and teasing each other's sensitive areas. Slowly, we both got back into the mood. I had Xiaomu lie down and buried my face in her genitals, giving her oral sex. Xiaomu's tender vagina was indeed an unstoppable faucet; with just a little teasing, it would become surging and fragrant with a salty, pungent aroma. Between her labia, which I had parted, was a plump clitoris. I circled my tongue around her labia and clitoris, then probed inside her vagina, swirling it around. I drew large circles on the outside and small circles on the inside, alternating repeatedly. Xiao Mu's legs trembled uncontrollably, her upper body twisting uncontrollably. Eventually, she simply clamped my head between her legs. I thrust hard into her vagina several times, finally managing to pull my head out from between her tightly wrapped legs. I slapped her thighs, saying, "Are you trying to suffocate me?!" Xiao Mu giggled, embarrassed, saying, "I didn't mean to, it felt so good." I turned her body around and slapped her buttocks hard, turning her fair flesh bright red. Xiao Mu half-jokingly begged for mercy. But suddenly, I crawled between her buttocks and kissed her anus. She was completely unprepared for this, her anus instantly contracting. She cried out in surprise, trying to sit up, but I held her buttocks down, preventing her from moving, and bent down to continue kissing her anus. Xiao Mu kept saying, "What are you doing? What are you doing?" Eventually, she seemed a little pitiful. I completely ignored her, switching from kissing to lightly touching with my tongue, then moving down to her vaginal opening and licking both areas together. However, considering her hemorrhoids, I didn't dare to easily stick my tongue into her anus; I didn't know how serious they were, or if I would hurt her. Xiaomu gradually stopped struggling and crying out, instead humming softly. I patiently continued for a long time, and when I straightened up, Xiaomu turned and snuggled into my arms, hugging me tightly without saying a word. After a short while, Xiaomu suddenly twisted around my genitals like a snake and began attacking my penis with her mouth. In no time, I was erect again. She wanted me to turn over so she could lick my anus too. But I grabbed a condom from the bedside table and smiled, telling her to put it on me. She pouted and said she wasn't finished yet. I flicked my penis and said, "What else is there to do after all this? Hurry up, I want to fuck you." This was the first time I had ever said the word "fuck" to her. Xiao Mu obediently put the condom on me, turned around, stuck her butt out, and said sweetly, "Please fuck me, grandpa." FromThe feeling with Xiaomu afterwards was definitely different from before. She had a buttock that, while not particularly large, was incredibly elastic. Every time my lower abdomen collided with her buttocks, it felt like I was being bounced back. The collisions and bounces were endless, seemingly without end. When I woke up the next morning, Xiaomu was sitting blankly by the window. It was past eight o'clock; in the city, it would be the start of a bustling day, but in this mountain village, it was very quiet, with only the chirping of birds. I asked her where she was going later—the house she'd stayed at before, or her parents' house? Xiaomu turned and asked if she could stay another day. She really liked this place. Of course, I had no objection. We went out for a walk in the mountains during the day, had lunch, and I thought there would be some activities in the afternoon, but I only went to the bathroom downstairs. When I came back upstairs, I saw Xiaomu sitting by the window, slumped over the long table, fast asleep. I carried her to bed, waking her slightly, but I didn't let her get up. Instead, I gently patted her back, coaxing her back to sleep. Seeing her brow gradually relax, seeing her childlike smile as she slept, I suddenly understood. After all these years, I was absolutely certain we weren't meant to be together, but I was equally certain I still loved her just as much. To love someone is to be there for them when they need you, to share their joy, to bear their sorrow, and to accompany them when they're lost. Yes, if you love each other and stay together, dating and getting married, that's certainly love. But if you're not together, not married, but never apart throughout your life, sharing, bearing, and accompanying each other, isn't that love? Yes, I love her, and I can continue to love her like this. And hasn't she felt the same way about me? Like when she first returned to China, when I was in trouble, the only night I ever got drunk, she was sitting beside me the whole time. From this perspective, we've been separated for so many years, yet we've still loved each other for so many years. That evening, we watched a movie in the small screening room next to the service desk lobby. It was just the two of us, and the waiter joked that he'd give us VIP service, and we could choose whatever we wanted. We watched "A River Runs Through It" together. Back in the small building, Xiaomu kept repeating Pastor MacLean's classic line: "Each of us here will have that moment, looking at someone we love so helplessly, asking the same question: 'Lord, let me help him, but how?' In fact, we rarely extend a helping hand to those we pity. We don't know what to give them, or what we can give is often not what they truly need. These are those who are close to us yet run away from us. But we can still love them. Love them unconditionally." Then she looked at me and said very seriously, "Those who are close to us yet run away from us. But we can still love them. Love them unconditionally." The next day we returned to the city. I took Xiaomu to the house she had lived in with her ex-boyfriend, packed two suitcases, mostly containing her own clothes, hats, shoes, socks, and cosmetics. Then I took her to her best friend's place. I heard that Xiaomu didn't take anything she left in that house. Xiaomu quickly rented another apartment for herself. She didn't go back to her parents' place. She said that since she had left for a man, she had no face to move back after he ran away. Even if she was alone, she had to live by herself. Neither of us mentioned that weekend again. And neither of us mentioned whether we would be together in the future. We two are not suitable to be together. Even at this point, this is still our consensus. If after so many things, we would suddenly change our minds because of spending such a weekend, we would really be embarrassed to say that we are almost thirty years old. (9) Epilogue Almost two years have passed. Xiao Mu has a new lover she has known for almost a year. He is still an ordinary man, an excellent pastry chef. It seems that her parents are not against it this time. On rest days, Xiao Mu mixes drinks, her boyfriend makes pastries, and then they entertain friends at home. What a perfect couple. One day, Xiao Mu asked me on WeChat if I had heard Liu Ruoying's "Dear Passerby". I saw that she had just sent a link, so I clicked on it and listened to it. Then, I smiled. "So-called promises are only acknowledged as shackles after a breakup; so-called betrayals are just romantic wastages." This is what she wanted to say to her ex-boyfriend; "Young and restless, mistaking trials for torture; the right person will eventually come, because you've made enough mistakes; you have to be willing to die for the person you want to love before you can live with the person you should love." This is what she wanted to say to her current boyfriend. "Come on, come on, let my dear strangers cherish me. Without your love, there would be no me." Perhaps, this is what she wanted to say to me. Soon, about a year and a half ago, Xiaomu became a beautiful bride. Now, she is pregnant. I firmly believe that she will become the kind of outstanding woman I envision. [The End] [Last edited by clt2014] fangganongss Gold Coins +8 Reposted and shared, a red envelope is offered!The words she said to her current boyfriend, "Come on, come on, let the dear strangers cherish me. Without your love, there is no me," were perhaps meant for me. Soon, about a year and a half ago, Xiaomu became a beautiful bride. Now, she is pregnant. I firmly believe she will become the kind of outstanding woman I envision. [The End] [Last edited by clt2014] fangganongss Gold Coins +8 Reposted and shared, a red envelope is offered!The words she said to her current boyfriend, "Come on, come on, let the dear strangers cherish me. Without your love, there is no me," were perhaps meant for me. Soon, about a year and a half ago, Xiaomu became a beautiful bride. Now, she is pregnant. I firmly believe she will become the kind of outstanding woman I envision. [The End] [Last edited by clt2014] fangganongss Gold Coins +8 Reposted and shared, a red envelope is offered!

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