The Fog Ends

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To be honest

, university life is truly colorful. Even during freshman orientation, you can see the caring eyes of the upperclassmen. Of course, that care doesn't fall on me; the upperclassmen are already flitting around the female classmates. How could it be our turn?

There are always one or two stunning beauties in the class, surrounded by admirers, truly showered with affection. When it gets cold, someone tells them to wear more clothes; on their birthdays, they receive countless gifts, not to mention that they always have someone to help them with assignments. Although I can't stand it, I can only helplessly watch as my mother made me ugly.

Perhaps due to my arrogance, I mostly stayed quiet and kept to myself, rarely interacting with the girls in my class, and skipping classes frequently. The class monitor (who knew me) was carefree and relaxed. Time passed in a daze. Then, the general affairs officer asked me for 300 yuan. I didn't ask any questions and just handed it over like the other classmates. Later, I found out I'd been tricked; it was for a freshman camping trip. Since I'd been tricked, of course I had to go—otherwise, I'd be missing out! Luckily, it was a trip to Pinglin, where I could find a place to fish and have some barbecue—a perfectly pleasant experience.

"I knew I wasn't popular!"
The much-anticipated matchmaking camp for the new students began, albeit reluctantly. On the road from Hsinchu to Pinglin, the energetic upperclassmen had already pinned their hands on the class (a juicy piece of meat). Luckily, I had brought a fishing rod. Setting up my gear and enjoying the scenery made it less boring.

Somehow, the three of them started a water fight not far from me, even catching the last two or three fearless little fish. I reluctantly picked up my rod, wanting to find a quieter spot. "Help! Someone's drowning!" I turned around and, lo and behold, the class beauty had fallen into the water. It was at least five or six hundred meters from the camp, so I had no choice but to go into the water to check. I put down my fishing rod, didn't even have time to take off my clothes, and jumped in with a splash.

After a very difficult swim, she suddenly grabbed me tightly, almost dragging me into the water. Remembering what my dad had once said—that when rescuing someone drowning, you must knock them unconscious first to avoid being pulled down and drowning yourself—I acted decisively and punched her hard on the head. I couldn't even tell where I landed, but she was tough enough; it took three or five punches to knock her unconscious. When I got ashore, a male classmate had already run over and dragged her out of the water.
"Hey! Why did you knock her unconscious?" one of the fearless seniors said angrily to me.
"Damn it! You saw it yourself, she grabbed people randomly, did she expect me to drown with her?" I grew angrier the more I thought about it, and without looking back, I went to find my fishing rod. The world is going to the dogs!

Who was it that was taking advantage of her again? She wasn't choking or stopped breathing, yet they were performing mouth-to-mouth resuscitation! These people... oh well!

So the entire orientation camp was spent in my rage. The prettiest girl in class didn't even say "thank you." I should have just let her have more saliva before trying to save her. Only one or two good classmates tried to calm me down and tell me not to get involved with those people. Insight. Luckily, I punched her (turning her into a female panda), and thinking about it, she wasn't so energetic anymore.

After that, the class returned to calm, I skipped class as usual, and the flies were still buzzing around.

On the day of the Tangyuan Festival, the wind was strong, and a light drizzle was falling, perfect weather for eating Tangyuan. I ate some in the classroom for a while, but found it too noisy, so I took a big bowl and ate it alone outside the classroom. I often wonder if I'm too aloof, too distant from everyone. Every time things get lively, I always feel uneasy hiding alone. Thinking about it, I feel helpless and a little sad.

"Sam," someone tapped me on the shoulder.

"Excuse me, is there something you need?" I turned around and saw it was the prettiest girl in my class.
"Did you take advantage of me that day at the camping trip?" she asked with ill intent.

"What do you mean?" I asked, quite surprised.

"Otherwise, why would you knock me unconscious?"

"Hey, you were struggling so hard, and you were holding me back from swimming. If I hadn't knocked you unconscious, we would both be dead by now

! No good deed goes unpunished!" I was clearly starting to get angry, and my tone wasn't good either.

"I'm sorry... I've always thought you took advantage of me..." she said softly, head down, face flushed.
"Poor thing, so cold. Let me hug you..." Tingting said with a look of heartache. However, this was the first time the two of them had hugged each other on the bed. His little brother, unable to hold on any longer, stood up and accidentally bumped into her. She reached out and touched it, asking, "What's that?" Suddenly realizing something, she blushed and hid in my arms... Sigh, I told Grandma not to move around so much!

"Never mind, it's okay. By the way, what's your name?" I suddenly realized I still didn't know her name.

Overwhelmed by my passion, I blurted out my desire, "Can I...?" Tingting didn't say a word. I hesitated for a moment, then started taking off her pants. Tingting lay there quietly, neither stopping me nor helping me, only closing her eyes and trembling continuously. Soon, we were both naked. This was the first time I'd seen her so completely uninhibited.
She clearly couldn't believe that someone in her class didn't know her name. "My name is Chen Yuting, you can call

me Tingting from now on."

"I told you I can't dance, I just eat a lot, it's good to get some benefits."
"Oh!" "I'm so sorry, I haven't thanked you yet, and instead I've gotten into trouble with your nipples. How about
I treat you to a movie on Sunday as an apology?" "I'm sorry, I don't like watching movies..." I really don't like watching movies, and if I get involved with her, I'll definitely become the public enemy of the department. "Then I'll treat you to a late-night snack later!" Tingting was obviously very sincere. "Okay! What else is there to say when there's food!" Wuii said, but it was one thing to say. After I finished eating, I took the opportunity to sneak back home. Anyway, it was raining outside. Did I have to ride my scooter out to eat? I forgot to bring an umbrella, but luckily the rain wasn't heavy. I planned to walk back to my place slowly, take a shower, watch some TV, and then go to sleep. "Hey!" Oh no, Tingting actually caught up with me. "Why didn't you keep your promise? You just ran off by yourself?" She said while using her umbrella to shield me from the rain. "I'm sorry, I saw it was raining outside, and I felt bad troubling you to treat me to a meal, so I thought I'd go ahead." "No, it's just that you don't need anyone to take care of you, and you don't need me either. Why bother you like a fly?" "Sigh... there are some things you don't know about work..." she said softly, lowering her head. "Then let's do it another day. You didn't bring an umbrella, I'll take you home." "Okay, anyway, I live not far from school." "Otherwise, what are you going to do, Grandma? We can't just ride our motorcycles out in the rain!" I said innocently. "My room is too messy, I'm embarrassed to let Grandma see it..." "It's okay, let me see it..." I thought for a moment, messy or not, fine, I'll let her come to my room to sit. My room was indeed quite messy, Tingting frowned, looking incredulous. "I'll tidy it up for you." Tingting said as she started tidying up my desk. I was happy to relax, I went to make coffee and planned to treat her to some later, I wasn't planning to pursue her, so letting her tidy up the room was fine. She tidied up for about half an hour, and the two of us could finally sit down and rest. "You have to tidy up yourself next time!"

After the midterm exams, the class held a glutinous rice ball party. If there was food, I naturally wouldn't hesitate to eat first. The thought of getting something extra made me excited.

"Wow, Grandma really looks like Mom!"

Tingting seemed to remember something. "There's a welcome dance on Thursday, do you want to go?"

"I can't dance, what did I do before?"

"Going to have some fun would be great!"

"Okay!" I casually agreed, pushing her towards the girls' dormitory and running off. On the way back, my mind was filled with regret. I blamed myself for not taking advantage of her being knocked unconscious. Surely she wouldn't warn me every time she was about to drown?

On the day of the dance, everyone dressed beautifully. Having never danced before, I could only squat on the sidelines, munching on snacks. The music playing in the room was beautiful, but I was a complete novice at dances. The girls were already snapped up by some of them, and even if I wanted to dance, I had to go through a lot of obstacles. Being a wallflower was truly unbearable. Watching everyone couples while I could only chat with a lone classmate and munch on snacks, I thought, "If I'd known it would be like this, I wouldn't have come." A wave of sadness washed over me, and I just wanted to leave as soon as possible. I went to make myself a strong cocktail, intending to drink it on my way home. But the slow dancing time was over, and everyone had retreated to the sidelines. Finding a way out wasn't easy.
"Why does Grandma like tidying up her room so much?" I asked curiously.

As we walked, we arrived at my place. I had to be polite and offer her a cup of tea. Once we got there, I suddenly remembered how messy my rented room was, so I just left her in the living room.
"Sa Jiji, why are you all alone here? Why don't you find someone to dance?" Tingting ran over and patted me.

"I'll teach you!"

"It's late, let's go home!" I took her hand and walked her back to her dormitory. I didn't expect it to be past 1 a.m., and the dormitory was already closed. I had no choice but to let her go to my place.
"Okay!" I quickly downed the cocktail, put down the glass, and dragged Tingting to dance. Tingting was obviously a beginner too; she wasn't very good at dancing herself, yet she was teaching me. The two of us stomped around, laughing hysterically. Perhaps the alcohol was too strong, because I felt like I was going to die from the heat, and it was impossible for me to spit out the tofu I had so painstakingly eaten. "It's so hot here, do you want to go for a walk?" I tentatively asked Tingting. Still half-asleep, I didn't pay attention to whether she wanted to or not, and we walked outside.
I never intended to pursue her anyway, so I didn't bother with any of that. I was just being polite and relaxed. She seemed to realize something was amiss, suddenly falling silent, her entire body frozen in place, a moment of utter silence filling the air
, the sounds of wind and frogs echoing everywhere. I had never held a girl's hand like this before, only feeling a warm current flowing along my hand, through my entire body, slowly, even my steps began to falter, a mysterious feeling rising in my heart. When I looked back at her, Tingting had her head down, lost in thought, I only felt my hand holding hers constantly sweating and trembling. The two walked to

the side of Songhu Lake, finding a spot We sat down on the stone bench. Tingting, her face flushed, head bowed, exuded shy charm. I was captivated, and a thought, hidden deep within me, burst out: "Tingting, you're so beautiful!" Hearing this, Tingting softly leaned against my shoulder. My heart fluttered, unsure whether to pursue her. At that moment, words were unnecessary. We quietly watched the night sky, listened to the sounds of insects and frogs, and spent a blissful night. The next

day

, the day of our blissful encounter arrived. I made a special trip to my Chinese class, hoping to catch a glimpse of Tingting. However, she seemed somewhat cold towards me, which made me quite uncomfortable. Thinking about it, I wasn't exactly a handsome guy... The meeting that day was partly accidental; given her background, it was never my turn. After class, a handsome upperclassman approached her to ask her out, and not wanting to disappoint her, I skipped the second period and went home.

Thinking it over calmly, Tingting was just pretty, cheerful, and likable. Someone like her was simply beyond my reach; why force it? Being able to sneak a peek was already a privilege. I'll remain myself; I just want to be myself, laugh when I'm happy, cry when I'm sad, and then I'll let it go.

In the evening, while I was making coffee, the phone suddenly rang.
"Hello, this is SA Jiji. Who are you looking for?"

A familiar voice came from the other end of the phone: "This is Tingting... You seem unhappy today."

Many people often see unremarkable men with enviable girlfriends. I think maybe it's because those men don't easily make girls feel uneasy!
"No...it's nothing, I'm just not feeling well..." Actually, it wasn't that I was physically unwell, but rather that I was feeling emotionally unwell.
"Then I'll come see you soon, I'll be there in a bit!"

"Okay!" I hung up the phone.

Sigh, sometimes I can't tell if I like her or what. When I can't see her, I miss her; when I see her, I don't want to see her. This time she came over, I really don't know if she likes me or if it's just because I carelessly saved her. Tingting has never expressed liking me, she only owes me a favor. Even if I force her to accept it, she's unwilling, so it's better not to. Not to? It's easier said than done...

Thinking about it, she arrived. As soon as she entered my room, without saying a word... She started tidying up again.
I inserted a finger; her vagina wasn't very tight, it was warm and wet, and with careful touch, I could feel the folds inside. I lay down next to her, licking her back with my tongue while circling my right middle finger around her vagina. Her juices seeped out along my finger; I thought, the cushion she was sitting on must be soaked too. If the next customer is a man, he's really lucky!

"I don't know, I just felt it was messy and wanted to tidy up... You're acting like a naughty child, not tidying up the room properly."

I felt a little annoyed. It wasn't like I forced her, but since she was tidying up for me, I felt embarrassed to say anything.

"I'm so sorry, I was a bit out of line at the dance the other day."

"Really?" As soon as she finished speaking, she seemed to realize her mistake, lowered her head, and seemed lost in thought. Then she added, "I don't like people who lack self-confidence!"

I started to feel confused. Was she implying that I should be more proactive, or was she implying that I shouldn't have any ulterior motives? Thinking about it, I felt happy one moment and sad the next, anxious and uncertain.

"What are you thinking about?" she asked while tidying up.

"I'm very grateful to you for tidying up for me. I just happened to know how to swim and accidentally saved you. It doesn't seem like I need you to come and tidy up for me. I'll tidy up myself in a bit. Would you like a cup of coffee first?"

"Okay." Despite saying that, Tingting still finished packing up the equipment before stopping.

"By the way, are you feeling unwell over there?"

Tingting seemed to realize something and said cutely, "Oh! Jealous! Shame on me!"

I felt a little annoyed: "Let's go for a walk around the school!"
"Okay!"
As we walked out, I thought that at worst I'd get scolded, and Tingting wouldn't make a fuss about it, so I took her hand and we walked together. Tingting didn't seem to object, and we chatted and laughed as usual.

"Have you ever held a boy's hand like this before?"
Being able to hold hands is enough; why force it and make someone unhappy?
The next day, of course, I had to go to class. Instead of staying in the library thinking about her, I decided to go see her. As soon as I stepped into the classroom, a group of male classmates quickly surrounded me. He had seen me doing the drama yesterday, describing it vividly, making sure everyone knew about the indecent incident. Jealous glances were constantly cast at me, and curious questions kept coming, making me extremely embarrassed. Tingting, however, remained calm and unmoved. Of course, there were still persistent flies buzzing around, driven by desire to steal her away. Clearly, I had to push harder to avoid any unforeseen consequences!
She playfully pinched my cheek, saying, "You're lucky, you're the first one! What about you?"

"My luck is bad, Grandma's the first!"
After a while, the two of them went to sit by the lake again. I put my left arm around her waist, letting her lean against me, and we chatted while looking at the night view.
The summer heat was perfect for sleeping, and the air was so fresh and warm. Perhaps the

atmosphere was too good, because without realizing it, I had my arms around her waist, and with a gentle pull, Tingting rested her head on my right arm, lying on her side in my arms. I felt an irresistible force drawing me in, and without thinking, I lowered my head and pressed my hot lips tightly against hers.

Tingchan trembled slightly, trying to push me away, but it was too late. I had never kissed a girl before; I only felt her warm, smooth skin, my mind went blank, and Tingchan's resistance continued to weaken until she finally slumped limply into my arms.

When I came to my senses, Tingchan had her eyes closed, her face flushed with shyness, and in the dim night, she looked especially beautiful. I couldn't help but hold her tightly, whispering in her ear, "I love you so much..." A warm current surged through me, and as we were leaving, we were both trembling and staggering, supporting each other as we made our way back.

When we reached the girls' dormitory, the crowd outside was as large as ever. Tingting walked in, constantly turning back to look at me. Suddenly, she ran out again, pulled me to a tree diagonally opposite the dormitory, and hugged me tightly, saying, "Kiss me!"
Looking closely, Tingting wasn't exactly beautiful, but she possessed an indescribable femininity. Her long hair and well-fitting suit made her... She was dressed like a little princess. Her voice was soft, and her gestures were incredibly alluring. No wonder so many people were captivated by her! Someone like that shouldn't even think about pursuing her! Thinking this, I became lazy and got up to walk her back to the girls' dormitory.

I don't know how long we kissed, but Tingting whispered in my ear, "You're so handsome!" and ran into the girls' dormitory without looking back.

Strange, besides my mom, she's the second person to say I'm handsome; countless others have said I'm ugly. It seems beauty and ugliness aren't absolute; if you like someone, they're beautiful.

(After a few days, on Saturday, we stayed out too late at the pub, so she had to sleep at my place. Of course, beforehand, we had to agree on three rules: I had to sleep on the floor. It was

late autumn, just before winter, and the floor was chilly and not comfortable to sleep on. I huddled on the floor, shivering uncontrollably, even my voice trembling.

Tingting clearly noticed: "Are you... alright?"
"I... I'm fine... I can handle it..."
So I closed my eyes, and suddenly a jolt of electricity shot through my lower body, rushing into me. She was clearly holding it in her mouth, rubbing my glans in circles with her tongue. Warm currents surged through my body, melting me between her hot lips, making it hard to tell if it was a dream or reality.

"You still need to sleep in bed, don't catch a cold, but you can't snipe me!"
"I knew I wasn't likable!")
"Mmm!" I hurriedly crawled into bed, only to hear a soft "Ah!" from her. My hands and feet were ice-cold, which startled her.

Having the chance to share a bed, I certainly couldn't let it slip by...

The End...

Wu iv

Tingting nestled in my arms, giving me a feeling of complete comfort. Especially in late autumn, with its unpredictable weather and the chilly winter clothes at night, the two of us snuggled under the covers, warm and cozy like spring.

Perhaps it was because we were hugging, making her warmer, that Tingting's face was flushed, and with her nightgown on, her lazy little face... Even more endearing, the two embraced tightly, I longed to hold her close, to draw her into my heart.

I rolled over, pressing my upper body against hers, our faces close, the faint scent of soap intoxicating. Her moist lips, thin and soft, seemed like flowers sprinkled with dew. I couldn't help but lower my head and kiss her, feeling so happy and content, wishing for this day every year, every year like this.

Tingting loved being kissed; she always closed her eyes, her face utterly captivated, never complaining that I kissed her for too long. I wonder what their secret was... It took a while before we could slowly separate. I began to notice her snow-white neck and beautiful shoulders, gently stroking them, which made Tingchan tremble.

Tingting was about my height, so whether I hugged her, kissed her, or whispered sweet nothings in her ear, the height difference was noticeable. Gradually,

I shifted my focus to Tingting's neck, gently rubbing it with my nose and occasionally kissing it, always making her let out a soft "ah."

When I started licking her ear, Tingting was already delirious, continuously making soft moans . Her voice was nasal, and she hugged me so tightly it was hard to breathe. My hands, without my noticing, found themselves grasping her breasts. Tingting's breasts weren't as large as I'd imagined; I couldn't really tell through her clothes, but I could feel the fullness and elasticity beneath her bra. Tingting writhed under my caresses, her shirt twitching and eventually pulling out of her pants.

I was speechless.
I accidentally touched Tingting's stomach, and I jolted. Without thinking, I pulled up her shirt... She revealed her snow-white figure and the breasts I had longed for. Tingting wore a small, girlish bra; though simple in design, it was still radiant and captivating under the dim light.
However, I couldn't concentrate for the rest of the time; my mind was a jumbled mess. Tingting was already an exceptionally good prospect, and I should have asked for nothing more, but it's hard not to be tempted by such a beautiful woman.
Tingting offered no resistance, allowing me to remove the last vestige of her upper body's defenses, and her beautiful breasts were revealed. Before me, her trembling hands, as if protecting my most precious possession, gently cradled her breasts, making it hard to breathe. Her delicate skin, tinged with a cherry-red hue, intoxicated me. I knew I owed her too much, and there was no turning back.

Hearing her question, I was startled. "I...I'm just...not feeling well..."
I gently pressed my cheek against her breast, listening to her heartbeat, feeling an indescribable contentment. Her breasts were warm and firm, though they didn't appear large. Yet it still drew me in, drawing me in greedily, eliciting moans from her. A surge of heat coursed through my veins as I gazed at her tenderly, longing to merge with her, never to be separated again.

Tingting had a slender waist, straight and shapely legs, and a pert, pointed bottom. Her ankles were delicate and beautiful; just holding them felt wonderful, making me forget everything and want to kiss them. Tingting continued to moan. It was the first time I'd ever realized how alluring a girl's ankles could be.

Her pubic hair was sparse and soft. Her labia minora were wet and indistinctly visible, glistening like two dewy flower petals under the light.

I lay on top of her, and only when my penis touched her vulva did I realize that Tingting was already soaking wet, her entire vulva hot and slippery. My penis rested comfortably between her labia, sliding leisurely, the sound of flowing water faintly audible.

Suddenly remembering what was about to happen, a strange terror surged into my heart; morality, duty, and the endless unknown weighed on me, making it hard to breathe. "Grandma...aren't you scared?"
Tingting nodded and whispered, "Be...gentle..." Her fear was palpable. We held each other tightly. I used my right hand to guide my penis, laboriously pushing it into the crevice between her wet, slippery openings. With a slight push, Tingting cried out, "It hurts...be gentle..." So I had to leave it there for now, continuing to kiss Tingting with my lips. Taking advantage of her momentary lapse in attention, I pushed hard. "Ah!" Tingting screamed, clinging tightly to me, her face contorted with pain. I don't know how far I went in; I only felt that Tingting's extremely tight vagina was gripping me painfully, making it impossible to go any further.

Seeing Tingting in so much pain, I felt a pang of heartache, and I wanted to cry. But now, the die was cast, and I had no choice but to proceed. I continued to kiss her, caress her with my hands, trying to distract her from my desire, and then slowly inserted my entire penis into her vagina. I could even feel her tight vagina throbbing. Her wet, slippery walls seemed to be gripping my most sensitive spot tightly, as if in extreme fear; sweat crisscrossed her snow-white body, leaving crisscrossing patterns .

After what seemed like an eternity, her body and emotions gradually calmed down. "Does it still hurt?" I asked, a little worried. "Do you hate me?" She shook her head, and only then did I dare to slowly quicken my pace. At that moment, I just wanted to get away as quickly as possible without causing her any shame, hoping she could adapt to my size as soon as possible so we could have more fun later. However, my resolve didn't last long, as I was overwhelmed by my rising lust... Her vagina had gradually adapted; the initial dryness was gone. Although she would occasionally cry out in pain during penetration, there was no fierce resistance. So I slowly increased the intensity of my movements, allowing my pent-up desire to build up. A surge of heat was already ready to erupt. Although I was extremely reluctant to end my first time so a lot, I tried my best to hold back, but the torrent of fluid still burst forth, engulfing her entire private area like a tidal wave, flowing down between her legs, spreading and rushing to Tingting's buttocks, soaking the sheets below. Tingting lay weakly on the bed, panting heavily. Looking at her flushed face, I suddenly felt so close to her; she belonged to me! After we finished our business, we lay facing each other on the bed. I suddenly realized, how could someone like me so easily win her heart? "By the way, why did you fall for me?" She tilted her head and thought for a moment. "I don't know, maybe you made me careless!" Postscript: Many people have asked me how to win over a girl. I'm so ugly, what should I do? In fact, women's perspectives on men are very different from men's perspectives on women. Girls will also look at a man's appearance, but it's not that important. As long as a boy treats people kindly and expresses himself, there will always be someone who likes him. Blindly feeling sorry for yourself will only make others look down on you and will not do you any good. Fog--Sequel (1) Dating Tingting is actually a very happy thing. Tingting is always so lively, making people both love and hate her. In class, although everyone knows that she has a boyfriend, they are still very willing to get close to her. She is a girl with a lot of popularity. Tingting had two close friends who were inseparable in class. One was Ya Wen, who was short, and the other was Shi Yun, another beauty in the class. Although Ya Wen wasn't pretty, she was very considerate and endearing. Shi Yun, relying on her looks, held a very interesting view on love. Whenever a more suitable person appeared, she would throw herself into their arms without hesitation. To this day, I still can't tell if it's good or bad. After all, everyone has the right to seek happiness, and without the constraints of marriage, no one can force her to never change boyfriends. Every day after class, Tingting would chat with them, and over time, I became one of them. However, after Ya Wen started dating someone from another school, our friendship grew increasingly distant. I already had Tingting, a beautiful girlfriend, and I was usually quite carefree, so... It wasn't a big deal, but Tingting thought they'd forgotten their friends for the sake of looks, and she was quite unhappy. Seeing this, I could only try to cheer Tingting up with random things, and after a while, it didn't seem so bad anymore. Being caught in the middle, saying this wasn't good, saying that wasn't right, it was almost driving me crazy, so I just hid to the side and became the best listener. However, I don't like Shiyun. Her two ex-boyfriends—one she thought wasn't handsome enough, so she changed to a handsome one; then she complained he wasn't rich enough, so she changed to a handsome guy from medical school; after seeing the handsome guy from medical school, she was snatched away by a beautiful and rich young lady… I was really annoyed listening to this. She dumped so many guys, and finally, someone gave her a good talking-to. I hope she'll learn her lesson this time and stop always finding fault with men, as if men absolutely have to… Handsome and rich, otherwise he wouldn't be considered a real man. Ya-wen is quite pitiful. Her boyfriend was good to her, but his parents always complained that she was too short. After a new competitor entered the picture, her boyfriend eventually left her for someone else. I really feel sorry for her. So I feel very sorry for Ya-wen, and Ting-ting seems to feel the same way, and she kindly comforted Ya-wen. I had no choice but to reluctantly go and coax Shi-yun. Shi-yun is really something, always bringing up whether Tang Yi-hao is handsome or not, making Ya-wen, who has a serious inferiority complex, feel very uncomfortable. Privately, Ting-ting and I had the same idea. Shi-yun is actually not very likable, but since we are classmates, we are too embarrassed to say it outright. So Ting-ting came up with a great idea: on Sundays, she would go shopping with Ya-wen, and I would deal with the annoying Shi-yun. Yun, to avoid making Ya-wen feel uncomfortable again. My original plan to have a big battle on Sunday has to be postponed indefinitely. Tingting has been going back to the school dormitory with the two of them every day, I'm about to die of boredom! On Sunday, Tingting decided to go shopping. I don't like shopping, so I went to watch an MTV with Shi-yun. Because watching MTV doesn't require much talking, you can just sit quietly and watch, which is convenient. I couldn't help but feel smug, thinking I had come up with a good idea! Although Shi-yun claims to be heartbroken, she still wore a skirt that was as short as it could be and a very fitted t-shirt that completely showed off her bust. When I looked closely, apart from her unlikable personality, she was really very sexy and eye-catching. Bright eyes, beautiful face, you would never guess that she was so real, making her hard to look at. "SA Jiji, why didn't you invite me to your room to see Lang Lingqing?" "SA Jiji, what kind of movie do you want to watch?" "It doesn't matter, I'll watch anything. Today, Grandma is the boss, so Grandma can decide." I'm going to sleep anyway, so it doesn't matter what I watch. So Shiyun chose an art film. I don't really understand why, but I'll just watch it. Even if it's not good, I can still go to sleep! "Girls should also be more vigilant! You're not a child anymore, and you have to take responsibility for your actions. He didn't force you, so you can't do anything to him. The only thing that can restrain him is his moral consciousness. You've changed partners before, and you've hurt the hearts of countless people. It's still not very appropriate. You have to take the risks that come with choosing a partner. Instead of living with someone who is constantly worried and afraid, it's better to find someone who truly appreciates you and treats you well." However, even though I said that, I also realized that I'm not a good person. I actually touched her inappropriately, and I also know that I really hate people like her. There's no point in talking about it. Before criticizing others, I didn't even examine myself. Obviously, I also have some faults. Title: Fog - Sequel (3) There was no conversation on the way back. Perhaps the sudden intimacy made everyone feel awkward. Tingting usually doesn't come back from shopping until very late. I don't know how to pass the time during this period.

When we got to my dorm, everyone was silent for a while. Shiyun seemed a bit lost, and timidly asked me, "Are all guys like this?"

I didn't know what she was asking. "What do you mean?"

"Do guys only approach women because of their bodies?" "
I don't know, but you have a great figure and you're pretty. It's hard for guys not to be attracted to you!"

"Really? Why do so many of you manage to find good boyfriends?"
"Those guys have much more of a mindset than you, of course they can find good partners."
"Really?"

"Yes, you're picky, and people are picky about you. Everyone likes the girls you choose, so it's perfectly normal for him to be attracted to other girls. Think about it, if he can get me today, why can't he get someone better? If I meet someone better, I'll quickly move on. Why can't he move on?"

"But I'm a girl! Besides, he..."

Title: Fog--Sequel (6)
Thinking of this, I felt very embarrassed and gently patted her. "Never mind, be more careful next time. You'll meet someone better. Don't always judge people by their appearance. You're so pretty, you'll definitely meet someone who will cherish you!"

Shiyun was obviously a little better. She nodded and leaned against my thigh, lying there obediently. I touched her hair and looked at her face. Sigh! If it weren't for her personality not pleasing to me, she would be a good candidate. But I don't have much money, so I don't meet her needs.

"Sa Jiji, if you hadn't met Tingting, would you like me?"
I was stunned. It would be very difficult for me to like someone like her. I didn't know how to answer for a moment.

"No, her breasts are very attractive, it's just that her personality doesn't quite match mine..." I kissed her cheek. "Her breasts are very pretty! Don't think too much about it."

I moved her to the cushion and then lay down next to her

. I looked at her and said, "I

'm very happy with her ... And there were occasional scary scenes. Before I knew it, Shiyun was leaning against me, holding my hand tightly. She seemed unfazed, but I'm a normal man. With erotic scenes on one side and a beautiful woman beside me, holding my hand, it was definitely testing my willpower! Despite my thoughts, my left hand still involuntarily wrapped around Shiyun's waist, and I started to feel uneasy. When someone was stabbed to death by the female protagonist with an ice pick, Shiyun suddenly cried out and jumped into my arms, startling me. "Shiyun

, don't be scared..." I coaxed her while secretly chuckling. Having taken advantage of her again, I decided to go all out and kiss her. Looking at her closely, Shiyun was indeed beautiful, with long eyelashes, smooth skin, and a snow-white neck; what was truly terrifying was her first-rate figure, even surpassing Tingting's, especially her buttocks, which were pointed and perky, making one's blood boil. However, Tingting's personality was much better than Shiyun's; she was cheerful and considerate. Aside from not having as good a figure as Shiyun, she was also prettier.

So Shiyun openly snuggled in my arms watching music videos, not caring if I held her. After a while, my body started to react, and my mind was only focused on how to take advantage of her. Unconsciously, my hand gradually moved up, slowly encircling her breasts with my arms. Her breathing became rapid, clearly indicating she was aware of the situation. Since she didn't object, I continued, restlessly touching her breasts. Aside from seeming a little uneasy at first, she didn't say anything. I didn't like her and didn't care if she got angry; I was quite bold. Seeing that she didn't object to me touching her breasts, I directly pulled down her t-shirt and unhooked her bra. Thinking to myself, "So what if she's pretty? She still has to sleep with other men. She's picky about men, but she'll still end up in my hands." A feeling of subjugation welled up inside me. I vigorously played with her breasts, becoming somewhat impatient. I simply rolled over and pinned her down, pulling up her skirt and pulling off her panties without a word. Reaching out, I found her private parts were incredibly wet, and I could feel some strange, slippery things. It was quite interesting. Upon closer inspection, I realized it was because her labia minora were particularly large and exposed. Wow! So sexy!

I didn't know if she was still a virgin, so I didn't dare to deceive her. I could only gently probe with my fingers, placing them near her vaginal opening. Surprisingly, she didn't cry out in pain, clearly not a virgin. No wonder she was so open, going ahead and doing it without hesitation.

Since that was the case, of course I wouldn't let her off easily, freely exploring her most mysterious place. I leaned down and gently touched her clitoris with my nose, licking it as I went, which caused her to tremble. Like Tingchan, she didn't make a sound, but only breathed heavily, and her vaginal fluid flowed out.

Shiyun was probably too reserved, only making angry noises instead of making a sound. Under her tightly closed eyes, I wondered if she felt that I had gone too far? But that was not within my notice.

Her breathing gradually increased, and her body tensed up. After about ten minutes, she suddenly started to tremble as if she had a cramp, and her vagina also started to twitch. I knew she had reached orgasm, so I stopped, gently hugged her, kissed her, and continued watching the rest of the movie. Title: Fog--Sequel (3)

However, I was not very focused in the following time, and my mind was all messed up. Tingting was already a very good partner, and I should ask for nothing more. But with such a handsome man in front of me, it was hard not to be tempted.
"But I'm a girl! Besides, he..."
Unfortunately, when Ya-wen and Shi-yun were both heartbroken, Ting-ting and I became their best confidants. Every day after class, the three of them would huddle around here, crying and complaining about their ex-boyfriends' faults.

On the way home, we were silent. Perhaps the sudden intimacy made everyone feel awkward. Ting-ting usually doesn't come back from shopping until very late, and she didn't know how to pass the time.

When we got to my dorm, everyone was silent for a while. Shi-yun seemed unsure of what to do too, and timidly asked me, "Are all boys like this?"
Sometimes things are really unpredictable. Some girls don't know how to appreciate good boys, blindly demanding that the man be handsome and rich, ignoring the most important thing—whether he's trustworthy or not. On the contrary, some of the less attractive boys around me seem like the most ideal choice. Little did she know that while handsome men attract many admirers, they also attract many fickle ones. Today he's chasing after you because of your beauty, but tomorrow he might be snatched away by someone even prettier. And many guys who think they're Don Juan the second make the same mistake, leaving me speechless.

I was momentarily confused by her questions. "What do you mean?"

"Do guys only approach women because of their bodies?"
"I don't know, but you have a great figure and you're beautiful. It's hard for guys not to be attracted to you!"

"Really? Why do so many people find good boyfriends?"
"Those people have much more of a mindset than you, of course they can find good partners."
"Really?"

"Yes, you're selective, and people are selective about you. Everyone likes the people you choose, so it's perfectly normal for him to be attracted to other girls. Think about it, if he can get you today, why can't he get someone better? If you meet someone better, you'll quickly move on, so why can't he?"

"Girls need to be more mindful! You're not a child anymore; you have to be responsible for your actions. He didn't force you, so you can't do anything to him. The only thing that can restrain him is his moral compass. You've changed partners before, hurting countless people, and it wasn't exactly appropriate. You have to accept the risks associated with the kind of person you choose. Instead of living in constant fear with someone like Po-fen, it's better to find someone who truly appreciates you and treats you well."

However, even so, I've realized I'm not a good match myself, having been inappropriately handsy with her. I also know I despise people like her and that there's no real consequence. Before criticizing her, I didn't even examine myself; clearly, I'm also at fault.

Thinking of this, I felt quite embarrassed and gently patted her. "Never mind, just be more careful next time. You'll meet someone better. Don't always judge people by their looks, okay? You're so beautiful, you'll definitely meet someone who cherishes you!"
Shiyun seemed a little better, nodded, and leaned against my lap, lying there obediently. I stroked her hair and looked at her face. Sigh! If it weren't for her personality, which I don't like, she would be a good choice. But I don't have much money, so I don't meet her needs.

"SA Jiji, if you hadn't met Tingting, would you have liked me?"
I was stunned for a moment. It would be very difficult for me to like someone like her, and I didn't know how to answer for a moment.

"No, her breasts are very attractive, it's just that her personality doesn't quite match mine..." I kissed her cheek. "Her breasts are very pretty! Don't think about such things."

I moved her to the cushion and then lay down next to her. I felt a chill run

down

my spine ...

Shiyun seemed to possess a strange allure, constantly drawing me towards her. Moreover, I had been quite forward with her in the music video, and the lack of a proper ending left me feeling uneasy. Since I'd already done it, I reached out and pulled Shiyun into my arms, gently stroking her back and kissing her cheek. Shiyun cooperated perfectly, placing her hands on her chest and resting her head against my shoulder like a gentle lamb. The connection
between people is truly mysterious; when two people are silent and facing each other, a subtle feeling slowly spreads between them. Even though it wasn't Tingting lying next to me, there was a sense of blissful contentment. I gently lifted her face with my index finger, overwhelmed with emotion. I looked down into her eyes, the tenderness of not long ago flooding back, a wave of melancholy washing over me. Our lips intertwined, indistinguishable between Tingting and Shiyun.

Shiyun is a wonderful lover; she actively kisses and caresses me. Without my noticing, she had removed her coat, leaving only her white underwear; her jade-like skin, full figure, and fiery passion dazzled my eyes and melted my heart.

I also removed my coat and, with trembling hands, unhooked her bra. Her round, flawless breasts were revealed before me, their firm curves and translucent skin so beautiful I dared not look directly at them, leaving me speechless. I took off her panties, revealing her completely naked beauty.

When I stood up to take off my own panties, she stopped me. She first kissed my penis, then gently pulled them off, cupped them in her hands, and unexpectedly kissed them. I cried out "Ah!" Only then, completely satisfied, did she let me lie down.

"You haven't let anyone kiss it, have you?"

I nodded, looking at her with obvious embarrassment. She seemed to realize something, throwing the clothes on the floor at my head. "Don't look!"

When I opened my eyes, Shiyun was already sitting on me, her warm, juicy pussy moving up and down on my most sensitive spot. Slippery fluids flowed down my penis; millions of sperm, following her movements, continuously accumulated energy for release, finally bursting forth under her constant encouragement, rushing into the palace of life, filling every inch of her space. I held her tightly, enjoying the unprecedented pleasure, wishing time would stand still forever.

Shiyun didn't stop until all the semen was drained, then lay on top of me, letting me hold her weakly. Drops of semen, unable to resist gravity, flowed down my stomach and onto the carpet. We were both exhausted, and fell asleep like that.

As soon as I arrived at the camp, I asked about the time of the meal and then quickly grabbed my fishing rod and moved to the less crowded waterside. For some reason, the fish in Pinglin were particularly difficult to catch. After an hour, I only caught three or four fish. Unfortunately, three girls from who-knows-where came to play in the water next to me. Seeing that I could not fish properly, I simply looked at the beautiful women. If the spring scenery was exposed, the fish would escape and the losses would be evened out.
Title: Fog--Sequel (5)

Tingting always came back in the evening. At that time, Shiyun and I had just finished dinner. To be honest, I was very worried that Tingting would find something wrong. Fortunately, Shiyun did not say anything and chatted happily with everyone as if nothing had happened. Women's adaptability is really strong! However, after I sent them back, I was still uneasy. To be honest, it was impossible for Shiyun and I to have a

relationship . It was actually quite an interesting situation; she had a great figure and was very charming, making her a good lover. However, her personality didn't suit me, so marrying her was out of the question. On the other hand, I also felt a little regretful. Tingting was really good to me, and I had no reason to wrong her. However, after that, Shiyun's attitude changed. She stopped being so critical of men, which was probably a good thing!

So, everyday life became much more interesting. When Tingting was around, she was the most important person. But if Tingting went out or went home that day, Shiyun would come over to keep me company, allowing me to enjoy her company. Shiyun and I also had an unspoken agreement not to tell Tingting about our relationship. However, I couldn't just be nice to Shiyun; I also had to be nice to Yawen, lest she suspect something. The woman noticed the flaw.
However, Ya-wen's mood remained volatile; she clearly couldn't let go of her ex-boyfriend. Winter break arrived in the blink of an eye. Ting-ting and Shi-yun, who lived in the south, were going home, leaving only Ya-wen and me at school. The heavy responsibility of cheering her up fell solely on my shoulders.

One evening, as I was walking Ya-wen home, she suddenly asked me to stay with her a little longer, to find a quiet place at school. So we went to the rooftop of the department office, where we could chat and enjoy the school's night view.

At night, the school, stripped of its daytime concrete exterior, possessed a mysterious beauty, easily inspiring fantasies. Ya-wen seemed somewhat affected, sometimes crying, sometimes laughing; when she cried, she was so fiercely pitiful, and when she laughed… Then, the sky brightened again, as vibrant and beautiful as a summer sky, deeply affecting my emotions.

The winter wind was strong, and I saw she seemed cold. "It's cold, should we go back?"

She shook her head. "I want to look around a little longer..."

I had no choice but to take off my coat and gently drape it over her shoulders. Suddenly, she grabbed my hand and burst into tears.

I patted her back. "Cry, it'll make you feel better..." In fact, I'm very afraid of girls crying; she sobbed in my arms, her sobs piercing my heart and disrupting my thoughts. She was so petite and delicate, and I couldn't help but lower my head and gently kiss away the tears on her eyes.

She looked up. "You'll be cold, let's go back..."
How sweet! I couldn't help but kiss her, and we hugged each other tightly.

In the dead of night, the campus was deserted and quiet, with only the two of us. The biting north wind howled past our ears, making the still lamplight seem even more desolate. I held her cold little hand, my heart filled with complex emotions.

As soon as we got back to our lodgings, I closed the door and quickly turned around to hug Ya-wen. We lay on the floor, kissing passionately. I simply couldn't control myself from cherishing and loving her. Compared to the pretty Ting-ting and Shi-yun, she made my heart flutter even more. The adorable Ya-wen, so petite she seemed like she could be hidden in a pocket, nestled in my arms like a kitten snuggling up to its owner.

My heart was overflowing with tenderness.

My hands moved relentlessly over her body, and Ya-wen offered no resistance. My mind was a jumbled mess, sometimes thinking of Ting-ting, sometimes of Ya-wen; the images of the three women flashed through my mind. I truly loved Ting-ting, yet I was incredibly foolish, utterly unable to resist the allure of women, only able to regret it again and again, yet repeatedly betraying my conscience.

My impulses couldn't overcome my reason. I opened her blouse and unhooked her bra; her two small breasts were exposed before me without reservation, so small, truly so small, only the size of two duck eggs, yet so delicate and fragile. I reached out and grasped them, letting her lovely nipples harden between my fingers; Ya-wen's breathing became rapid, and her face grew increasingly flushed. I knew what was happening, so without hesitation, I unzipped her pants and pulled them all down.

Soon, we were both naked. I reached for her private parts, which were already soaking wet, her small labia parted, awaiting my arrival. So I dipped my fingertip in her vaginal fluid and rubbed it against her clitoris. She began to moan incoherently. Then I inserted my index fingertip into her vaginal opening. "Ouch!" she cried out, startling me.
I instantly realized I had made a mistake; she was still a virgin. I had assumed she, like Shiyun, wouldn't remain a virgin. Now that I knew, it truly astonished me, and my previously heightened desire instantly cooled.
These three girls seem to be from my class. I haven't attended their class, so I can't tell them apart, but one thing I'm sure of is that they're the most handsome girls in the class. Huh? How did she escape the upperclassmen's advances and come swimming? She usually doesn't even give a second glance to guys who aren't even slightly attractive, and she always walks with her head tilted upwards. The more I think about it, the angrier I get. Is she spoiled? She even comes over to argue when someone's fishing! And the wind isn't strong enough today to lift her skirt; I can't get my revenge!

"I'm sorry, I... I really don't know if you're still... a virgin."
"Never mind..." She shook her head, then continued, "So what if you're not a virgin?"

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