Xiangrou

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Prologue

This isn't a quick bite, but a set meal.

I've used several carefully prepared dishes to reflect the theme of "falling in love with a married woman." I hope that while reading, you'll experience multiple layers of feeling and thought.

Please forgive me for not having the title for this writing contest.

If you like it, please give me some encouragement; if you don't, please give me some suggestions and guidance.

Chapter One: The Female Officer on the Phone

A clean white room, bright light, a standard office cubicle. A simple desk and chair, a metal cabinet filled with documents, and a sweet woman standing in the center of the room. A

light green shirt and a narrow skirt, the rank of captain on her shoulders, and the name tag engraved on her left breast, with two clear characters—Xiang Rou.

The light green military uniform reveals her competence and aloofness as a sergeant, yet it contrasts sharply with her own delicate and fresh temperament, leaving a deep impression.

Xiangrou held her phone, the earpiece with two white wires attached to its end hanging on her pretty face. Her voice, sweet and childlike, spoke in perfect Mandarin:

"I understand everything about this..."

The camera zoomed out to the hallway outside. A hairy male arm suddenly appeared in the frame, pushing open the slightly ajar door and entering the room.

"...However, I think there should be another way to handle this," Xiangrou frowned, subtly expressing her opinion to the person on the other end of the phone.

The next second, she noticed the uninvited guest barging into her office. Turning her head at the sound, a charmingly coquettish expression appeared on her face, her lips pouting, seemingly sensing the newcomer's intentions. She quickly clasped her hands together, her face full of apology, showing the man's importance to her and the inconvenience at this moment.

The man remained silent, walking towards her on his own.

As the camera focused again, Xiangrou's voluptuous figure became clearer. Her firm breasts, encased in a light green shirt, were not as imposing as a voluptuous woman's, but full and rounded—beautiful breasts that were extremely attractive to men.

Needless to say, there were also her high, pert buttocks. Paired with a tight skirt, they accentuated her smooth, graceful curves, and even without touching them, one could feel the firmness and elasticity of her buttocks.

The man's approach was met with Xiangrou's avoidance. She skillfully dodged the thick hand that was ruining the view and gently slapped away the indecent advances, then turned and gracefully sat down in her office chair.

"Hmm..." She remained focused on the phone conversation, agreeing, "...You have a point." The man, undeterred, pressed on.

"Hmph!" Xiangrou gave him a muffled groan of slight anger.

Immediately, she reverted to her original childlike voice, saying to the person on the other end of the phone, "Oh...it's nothing. Keep talking, I'm listening." Unfortunately, this warning was in vain.

The man, emboldened, squatted down and positioned the camera from below, focusing on the protruding part of her breasts.

The intense gaze emanating from the man and the camera immediately made Xiangrou blush with embarrassment. She turned her chair away, tightly hugged her chest, crossed her legs, and lifted her feet to avoid this awkward and shameful situation.

Unexpectedly, the man grabbed the edge of the office chair and forcefully pulled Xiangrou back in front of him.

She panicked for a moment, but quickly regained her composure.

Then, his hairy right hand slipped inside the collar of Xiangrou's shirt, roughly unbuttoning it and revealing what lay beneath.

Xiangrou put her phone on the table, pressing down on her shirt collar with both hands, as if making a final struggle.

At the same time, she nodded understandingly and said to the other end of the phone, "Mmm...that's true." But there was already a hint of seduction in her sweet voice.

Xiangrou's resistance only fueled the man's desire. Seeing his upper body attack blocked, he instinctively turned downwards, aiming straight for her, ruthlessly lifting her narrow skirt, spreading Xiangrou's thighs, and probing into her most mysterious private parts.

"Hehe." The man's lewd laughter was completely captured.

"Eek!" This time, Xiangrou finally cried out in terror.

Her surprised sound seemed to alert the other party on the phone. She quickly explained, "No, no... it's nothing. Someone is bothering me, please don't mind." Her deliberately concealed words only emboldened the man.

Her wide-open legs revealed the panties hidden under her skirt, the pale yellow fabric, a common style for respectable women, nothing special. Xiangrou's legs seemed to lose control, automatically fixing themselves in a wide-open position, allowing the man to continue his defilement.

The man first pulled up her panties, then used his middle and index fingers to tug and twist them, binding them into a straight line, revealing the dark, glossy pubic hair hidden beneath the fabric. The shape of two delicate labia could be vaguely seen, outlined by the pale yellow panties.

He continued to shake the bound fabric from side to side, causing Xiangrou's pubic hair to tremble and rub against her sensitive and luscious crotch, further fueling her growing desire.

Soon, illuminated by the white light from the ceiling, the fabric shimmered slightly with moisture, making it even more transparent. Thus, the shape of her labia was revealed.

Not the pink of a virgin's, but a lighter, more burgundy color, a symbol of ripe fruit.

Xiangrou appeared to have given up resisting, allowing the man to play with her at will, yet she calmly said,

"In my opinion, this matter shouldn't be so urgent." As they spoke, her pale yellow panties became increasingly wet, the fabric gradually darkening—a sign of a woman's arousal. The clear, overflowing love fluid, under the man's caresses, moistened the pubic hair around her labia, shimmering with a crystalline color.

A utterly erotic scene.

Then, the man brought his acne-covered nose close, greedily inhaling the sensual fragrance emanating from Xiangrou's honeyed depths, his fingers teasing her, giving her an indescribable, strange pleasure.

Her facade of competence and aloofness crumbled instantly; her feigned resistance resembled a different kind of flirtation. Xiangrou trembled slightly as she gripped the microphone on her earpiece, letting out a soft, joyful moan:

"Mmm…"

It was an inspiration, a beginning. The man's breathing grew heavy. He abruptly ended his caresses of Xiangrou's tender vulva, silently standing up and looking down at her.

"I...I understand what you mean,"

Xiangrou stammered shyly on the other end of the phone, her voice carrying a double meaning.

The reason was simple: her eyes betrayed her. Her pupils were misty with tears as she faced the man's bulge. The prominent bulge stretched his trousers taut. The weapon hidden beneath seemed to have been imprisoned and suppressed for a long time, yearning for complete release.

The distance between them shortened further, the man's genitals drawing closer to Xiangrou's beautiful face. Especially her hot breath seemed to arouse his penis, throbbing with each word she spoke.

"However, shouldn't we consider other options?"

Finally, Xiangrou gave up first.

She shook her finger, making a "don't move" gesture, as if telling the man to leave everything else to her and just enjoy it.

While talking on the phone, she caressed the man's erect penis. With her delicate hands, she tenderly traced the shape of his shaft into her palm, her expression one of utter adoration and infatuation, as if touching a perfect work of art.

Gradually, the trembling in the man's crotch intensified, the grotesque penis becoming increasingly prominent, until saliva involuntarily dribbled from the corner of Xiangrou's mouth. Unable to contain herself, she pulled up the top of the man's pants and yanked it down—the swollen, purplish-red penis sprang out, landing stiffly on Xiangrou's face.

*Thud!

* Summer of 2006, I was a sophomore in college.

Just as I was shedding the label of "naive" and entering the age of "clueless." In those years, we didn't pursue our ideal woman, Shen Jiayi; instead, we lived happily and carefree in the university campus, a microcosm of society, with the self-righteous air of children.

In the typical humid summer, amidst the booming online world, a very unusual sex video quietly emerged, quickly spreading to various pornographic websites and amassing a considerable following in a short time.

Unlike the deliberately packaged actresses of production companies, whose videos are always filled with empty editing of sex scenes, or the rough, blurry footage of amateur candid shots, this video combines the advantages of both to create a stunning masterpiece of about thirty minutes.

And it's in Chinese, which is especially exciting.

If I hadn't gotten up at five in the morning that day out of sheer madness and been idly browsing the internet to kill time, I probably wouldn't have noticed this short film… I suspect.

The ID that uploaded this uncensored blessing, "The Female Military Officer Talking on the Phone," to all the hordes of perverts, is "Xiangrou's Husband," a suggestive nickname. It makes me wonder if the person filming and starring in the video is the same person who uploaded it, Xiangrou's husband?

I had no idea…

The only thing I was certain of was that this ID didn't have a high score on any major porn sites; it was a low-level entry-level member, and there was very little information about it. It seemed to be its first time sharing an AV.

Regardless, that wasn't my main concern.

I sat silently in front of the computer, opened the video that had downloaded in less than ten minutes, and watched it casually. Just as Xiangrou finished her teasing touch and was about to open her mouth to perform oral sex on the man's penis, an annoyed voice startled me awake.

"Damn it! What are you watching porn for so early in the morning?!"

My senior and roommate, A-Jie, sat up abruptly from his bed, staring at me, and complained sleepily, "If you want to watch, put on headphones! I still want to sleep!" In an instant, Xiangrou's actions on the screen continued. She took the man's glans into her mouth, the obscene sounds of sucking and slurping emanating from her mouth, faithfully amplified from the speakers next to my computer, filling the room completely.

Fortunately, apart from senior A-Jie, my other two roommates had gone out for karaoke last night and hadn't returned yet, preventing my embarrassment from worsening.

Because the remaining two were my classmates.

On the screen, Xiangrou, at some point, released the man's penis, pursed her dry, rosy lips, and extended her warm, pink tongue, carefully licking the glans of the photographer's penis, drawing out a silvery thread. Then, she held her glossy, smooth, and magnificent penis in her palm as if offering it a sacrifice, obediently stroking it.

Her sweet face, doing such a shameful thing, unconsciously made Xiangrou tense, her cheeks flushed a rosy red, as if afraid of being discovered by the person on the other end of the phone.

"Senior, I'm sorry." I apologized instinctively, but my eyes remained fixed on Xiangrou's every move.

I tried to turn off the speaker, but found my hands were paralyzed; the nerves covering my skin were numb, throbbing and trembling inexplicably. Not only that, even Senior A-Jie quietly got out of bed and walked behind me, seemingly captivated by the female lead on the screen, a longing resonance emanating from his throat:

"Gulp..."

The sound of swallowing saliva.

"Where did you catch her?" he couldn't help but ask.

I was focused on the video and instinctively answered, "On the internet."

It was a meaningless conversation, yet I understood what he meant.

"Then I'll go catch her too..."

Two shirtless men stood in front of a screen, displaying the most intoxicated expressions, enjoying the latter half of the video without fast-forwarding.

The short film quickly reached its second half, and Xiangrou's submissive service came to an end.

The man, his lust raging, pulled Xiangrou up from the chair and pressed her against the desk, face down.

At first, Xiangrou looked slightly taken aback, but she didn't resist and let the man do as he pleased. She only gripped the microphone on her earpiece tightly while putting her index finger to her lips, showing a fearful reaction of "please be careful." Then, she obediently lay down on the table, raising her beautiful, pert buttocks.

However, the man wasn't satisfied yet. He pulled up one of her legs, bent her knee, and placed it on the table as well, making the pink opening under her skirt even more exposed.

At this moment, the camera angle changed. The camera slowly rose until it captured both the man and Xiangrou in the frame before stopping.

Then, Xiangrou continued her phone call:

"I still think you need to think it over."

As she spoke, the man didn't think much and impatiently lifted her narrow skirt, exposing her pale yellow panties. He then aimed his swollen, erect penis at the gap between the woman's fabric, wanting to insert it.

"Huh?"

Xiangrou seemed not to have expected the man to be so bold and directly take advantage of her, and was inexplicably confused.

"Uh...no, it's okay. It has nothing to do with you." Realizing her rudeness, she quickly apologized to the person on the other end of the phone.

Xiangrou glanced back at the man with a hint of annoyance, but in that instant, she was captivated by his swollen penis. It was because the man's glans responded to her action, swiftly penetrating her.

"Hoo-ha..."

Xiangrou stared intently at the grotesque appearance of the penis as it slowly entered her body, and then a beautiful moan involuntarily flowed out.

"Hmm." The man paused, indicating that his penis was fully inserted.

She frowned, a look of confusion on her face, seemingly unable to believe that she would be penetrated by a man's penis in her vagina in the office, right on her usual work desk.

As the man's penis began to move, she couldn't help but take a deep breath, bite her lip, and use her last strength to say into the microphone:

"Oh... umm... wait... oh ha... I, I've inserted it..." Before she could finish, she quickly pressed the pause button on her phone, transforming the pleasurable satisfaction of the penis filling her tender vagina into the most beautiful melody:

"Ee-hoo!"

Her soft, weak, joyful voice floated unabashedly in the office, like a beautiful celestial sound, lingering for a long time.

The man held her buttocks and began to rock his waist, using a rear-entry position to give Xiangrou immense stimulation and pleasure.

"Oh... um... oh oh... hoo ah..."

The movements were neither fast nor slow, but very rhythmic, deep and shallow, making Xiangrou moan repeatedly.

The camera moved from top to bottom, now filming Xiangrou from the front, showing the man's thrusting into her during intercourse, causing her hair to fly and her breaths to come in waves of pleasure.

There was no artifice, only her most genuine feelings.

A series of piston-like movements stirred different kinds of pleasure. Whether it was the sound of her buttocks slapping, the wet sounds of their union, or Xiangrou's moans and cries, each was a fresh and different sensation.

Her eyes were closed, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, a rosy blush spreading across her cheeks, growing increasingly rosy. She propped herself up, raised her head, and with her soft, petal-like lips, poured out notes of desire:

"Oh, mmm... hah..."

There was no dialogue, only endless moans, faithfully presenting the true essence of procreation. Until the man suddenly thrust forcefully, eliciting a high-pitched, excited moan from Xiangrou, he abruptly stopped thrusting and withdrew his wet, purplish-red penis.

The glans penis opened and closed with his breath, clear fluid slowly seeping from the opening.

Next, the man turned Xiangrou over, straddled the desk, and knelt on her breasts, pressing his still-erect penis against her lips.

It was a rather humiliating position for a woman.

Her eyes were hazy, filled with an unsatisfied allure. Her face showed some reluctance, but she still slowly opened her small mouth, using her tongue as a guide, inviting the man's penis into her mouth, which was aching from unrestrained moans.

*Chirp!

* That was the sound of the penis entering Xiangrou's mouth.

She savored the hot, wonderful sensation of the penis as if kissing, slightly compensating for the emptiness of her vagina. Regardless of whether the penis was still coated with her own scent, she tasted it with relish, sucking hard, as if trying to draw out the fluid inside.

"Ha...huff..." The man's panting followed.

Although it disrupted Xiangrou's solo performance, it carried a unique sentiment.

Xiangrou tossed her slightly disheveled hair with both hands, allowing the camera to capture the lewd and infatuated expression on her face. In particular, when the man's penis was fully inserted into her mouth, her throat throbbed violently, squeezing out air and firmly filling her mouth with the penis, making her cheeks appear full and rosy.

And when the penis was withdrawn, the muscles in her cheeks contracted inward, reluctantly refusing to leave. The tip of the man's glans was hidden in Xiangrou's mouth, without any violent bursts, just a tight entanglement between her lips.

Glug glug...

The sweet woman with the penis in her mouth teased the man's ugly glans with the tip of her tongue, swallowing and spitting it with lingering affection:

"Glug glug... tsk tsk..."

The lewd sucking sounds grew louder and louder, even surpassing the joyful moans from the previous lovemaking. It seemed Xiangrou was focused on giving the man oral sex, wholeheartedly serving the thick, fleshy penis inside her mouth.

The posture in the scene was clearly humiliating, yet she seemed to enjoy the masochistic sensation.

She spat out the penis, letting her pink, sticky tongue swirl around the man's glans, her teeth gently nibbling at the retracted foreskin, and diligently licking the tip.

"Oh..." the man's moans grew more excited. His

penis trembled with excitement, the urethral opening secreting clear fluid, seemingly a thick white liquid.

"Oh!"

the man hissed, grabbing Xiangrou's head and forcefully thrusting his penis back into her mouth, ejaculating a large amount of semen with immense pleasure, achieving ultimate satisfaction.

The milky white semen slowly flowed from the corners of her mouth.

At the end of the video, Xiangrou knelt before the man, spitting the semen she had just ejaculated between her palms, respectfully displaying it to him, revealing her complete submission.

Next, she used her tongue to scoop the thick, milky liquid from her palm into her mouth, not daring to waste a drop. Even after swallowing it, she greedily licked her palm, looking addicted and wanting more.

Finally, the man picked up the camera and slowly retreated towards the door, waving goodbye to Xiangrou, ending the short film… As the film ended, Senior A-Jie, without a word, went back to his bed, grabbed a few toiletries, turned and went into the bathroom, tossing out,

“I need to take Ya-Ya to class later, I’m going to take a shower first.”

Damn it! His intentions were obvious to everyone. Anyone could see that Senior A-Jie wanted to masturbate in the bathroom to release his desires.

Because… I wanted to too… but I was too late.

Soon, the sound of running water quickly rose and fell. Senior A-Jie emerged from the bathroom, steaming, with a satisfied expression, seemingly recalling the moment the man ejaculated in the film.

I, on the other hand, shut down my computer and prepared my things for class later.

Strangely, after showering, the senior didn't seem inclined to leave. He sat soaking wet in his boxer shorts on his chair, turned on his laptop on his desk, put on headphones, and frantically clicked the mouse, completely absorbed in his work, not even bothering to dry his hair or his body.

When I was about to leave, I peeked out of the corner of my eye and saw him intently watching the screen, which was playing the video I had just been watching—"The Female Military Officer on the Phone." His

eyes held a look of longing that seemed impossible to shake off anytime soon. Of course, his girlfriend, Ya Ya, who was also my classmate, had been stood up by Senior A-Jie.

So, half an hour later, I ran into her at a breakfast shop near the dorm, looking somber, eating her meal alone.

For a moment, I felt an urge to run away. Little did I know, Ya Ya had already seen me and immediately asked,

"Where's Senior? Why didn't he come to pick me up?"

Suddenly, I was at a loss, wanting to run but unable to escape.

Originally… I wanted to pretend I didn’t know anything about this…

“Hmm… Oh… this?” I hesitated, then reluctantly placed the breakfast I wanted to take out opposite her and sat down, saying slowly, “Do you want the truth, or a lie?” After all, Ya Ya was not only my classmate but also a good friend. Seeing her dejected and lonely look, I really didn’t know how to help Senior A-Jie hide the real reason he hadn’t gone out.

In the end, offending either side was not something I wanted…

I was like Pigsy looking in the mirror, caught between a rock and a hard place!

“I want the truth,” she said firmly.

I shrugged helplessly, my eyes drifting as I said, “He… he’s probably watching porn…” Instantly, I saw countless black lines appear on Ya Ya’s face, plunging her into complete darkness. She remained silent for a long time, even until I had finished half of my breakfast tea, before slowly saying,

"So, what's so interesting about that kind of stuff?"

"Yeah, it's not interesting at all..." I quickly changed the subject, afraid of offending her, and said, "...Most of the time, the plots are generally quite idiotic." "But why do boys like to watch it?" Ya Ya still pressed on relentlessly.

"Well..." I thought for a moment, organizing my words, and replied hesitantly, "...As a girl, I wouldn't understand how men feel about watching porn... That's what I think, um." "Oh. In that case, just send me a file tonight." Ya Ya said seriously, "I want to see it! I want to understand why men are so interested in this stuff!" "Are you kidding me?"

Was it really necessary...?

"Do I look like I'm joking with you?" Ya Ya glared at me and said calmly, "Also, can you take me to school later?" "..."

Her tone left no room for refusal!

Summer of 2006, my years as a good person...

Chapter Two: The Beauty with the Aphrodisiac Enema The cicadas

chirped, the dusk was a deep red, and Xiang Rou, wearing a light blue dress, walked into a seemingly ordinary bookstore... no, a rental bookstore, filled with all sorts of comics and magazines, a dazzling array.

She walked to one of the bookshelves, picked up a magazine at random, and flipped through it casually.

The male clerk at the counter glanced up at her briefly before becoming engrossed in the novel in his hands.

The quiet bookstore played no music. The space was comfortably decorated, but few customers lingered; most came in briefly and left quickly.

Only Xiangrou and the male clerk remained, each absorbed in their books, in this small space.

After a while, Xiangrou went to another shelf, her back to the clerk, and began reading another magazine. It had a pink cover and featured scantily clad young women; it seemed to be a magazine geared towards men.

At this moment, the male clerk quietly got up, stretched somewhat pretentiously, and left his designated counter. Holding the novel she had been reading, he strolled over to Xiangrou's side, intending to return the book to its place.

"Excuse me, could you spare a moment?"

"Oh… okay," Xiangrou said in a sweet, childlike voice, apologetically.

Thump!

The novel the male clerk was holding fell to the ground. Whether it was due to carelessness or the sudden commotion caused by Xiangrou's sweet voice, he momentarily lost his grip on the book.

"Ah?" Xiangrou noticed the situation and instinctively tried to squat down to pick it up.

But the male clerk beat her to it, politely saying, "It's alright, I'll pick it up." He squatted down and extended his hand—a seemingly ordinary action, yet it drew the camera's attention.

The clerk didn't pick up the novel; instead, he took a glass medicine bottle and a plastic syringe from his jeans pocket, seemingly having prepared for this for a long time.

He opened the bottle, inserted the syringe, and pinkish-cool liquid, presumably a concentrated aphrodisiac, slowly flowed into the hollow syringe, filling it to about eight-tenths full.

"Hmm..."

Xiangrou seemed to notice the clerk's strange behavior of squatting for too long and glanced at him casually.

Instantly, a look of horror appeared on her face.

"Eek!"

The male shop assistant's thick left hand lunged at her, suffocating Xiang Rou by pressing her lips tightly together, as if afraid of eliciting even the slightest sound.

Then, he moved behind her, pressing his upper body against hers, and bent forward, forcing her to lean forward uncontrollably as well. His remaining right hand, with his thumb and forefinger gripping the syringe, used the other three fingers to roughly lift Xiang Rou's skirt, beginning his assault.

Her pale white panties, contrasting with her fair skin, exuded an air of purity untouched by the world's filth.

But this pristine beauty was instantly desecrated by the shop assistant. His ring finger pulled a small gap in her panties, deftly rotating the syringe half a turn before sliding it down her body.

"Ugh...ugh..." Her low moans of resistance echoed continuously.

Xiang Rou struggled desperately, only fueling the shop assistant's bestiality. He pressed her down even lower, wedging one leg between her thighs, making it even harder for her to close her legs.

The syringe, filled with pink liquid, trembled in his hand. The protruding tip continued its relentless penetration. It pierced through the flesh of her buttocks, reaching the valley between her thighs, aiming at the brown opening behind her pink vulva, and thrust in without any tenderness.

"Ugh!"

Xiangrou's eyes widened in shock at the male clerk's humiliation. Her hair stood on end, and she trembled with grief and indignation.

He pressed his thumb, injecting the aphrodisiac.

At first, her face contorted in pain, her features contorted, as if in great agony. But as the syringe finished injecting the liquid, Xiangrou's eyes glazed over, lost in thought.

"Ha...huff...haha...oh..."

She began to gasp for breath, her hands gripping the bookshelf, her body slowly slumping down.

The male clerk released his left hand from her mouth, seemingly confident in the effectiveness of the injected liquid. Looking at Xiangrou collapsed on the floor, he slowly took out a second glass vial of the same liquid from his pocket.

"Ugh...uh..."

Xiangrou's sweet face returned to a calm expression from its ferocity. Though she was panting, she was completely powerless to resist.

The male clerk easily refilled the syringe with the pink medicine, casually grabbed Xiangrou's shoulders, and effortlessly lifted her up, positioning her with her upper body leaning against the bookshelf and her legs slightly apart.

Then, the male clerk lifted the hem of her dress, cruelly spreading Xiangrou's buttocks apart, pointing the syringe tip at her wet anus, and forcefully squeezing in the pink medicine.

"Ah...ah...uh...ah..."

Xiangrou's small mouth instinctively widened, dry breaths resonating from her throat. Saliva flowed uncontrollably, her fair skin gradually turning red, and abnormal sweat dripped from her forehead, wetting her entire sweet face.

However, the male clerk's actions did not stop. He didn't take out the third bottle of medicine. Instead, he went to the counter, reached into the drawer, and took out a purple electric dildo—a realistic penis shaft with a clitoral massager.

He grinned lewdly at Xiangrou, held the large dildo in front of her, slapped her beautiful cheeks a few times, and even smeared the tip of the dildo with saliva secreted from the corner of Xiangrou's mouth. Then, with ease, he inserted this wicked device into Xiangrou's vagina from bottom to top.

Little did she know, her vagina was already overflowing with desire, as if the pink aphrodisiac was taking effect.

The moment the tip of the dildo touched her labia, it seemed to generate a powerful suction, and the tender flesh in front of her opening writhed violently, as if trying to swallow the dildo whole.

"Mmm... Oh..."

Xiangrou gasped with desire.

Pop!

The dildo slowly slid into her hole, leaving no gap.

Then, the male clerk pulled Xiangrou up, making her lean over the counter with her lower body facing the entrance of the rental bookstore. He turned on the dildo, and the motor immediately started humming.

Xiangrou

's unfocused eyes inexplicably focused, a result of surging desire. Her body writhed as if on fire, instinctively dancing wildly; a lewd feast of being violated was about to begin.

"Mmm... Hmm... Oh... Ugh..."

The melodious moans grew clearer and clearer, a continuous, joyful symphony. She didn't care if someone suddenly walked in; she couldn't escape this unimaginable pleasure.

Soon, Xiangrou, driven by pleasure, reached the peak of collapse. A chilling sound emanated from her lower abdomen, instantly bringing her back to reality, yet she was powerless to stop it.

Because her body had already exceeded its limit of endurance.

"Mmm... Ah... Ugh!"

The next second, Xiangrou's eyes glazed over, and a series of foul, slurping sounds echoed through the rental bookstore, lingering for a long time... October, summer had passed through autumn, yet the temperature showed no signs of decreasing, and the autumn leaves had not yet turned red. The vibrant life force that existed in summer continued to bloom, like a man's erect penis, playing a concerto of wanting to ejaculate freely.

Following "The Female Officer on the Phone," the mysterious Xiangrou has released a second short film, "The Beauty Under the Enema of an Aphrodisiac," which has circulated on various pornographic websites. Maintaining her realistic filming style, the post-production techniques are even more refined. Unique shot composition, soft camera angles, and a slightly heavy dose of sadomasochism are condensed into a thirty-minute masterpiece.

It evokes the thrill of watching a foreign independent film series, making it irresistible. Even repeated viewings offer different experiences each time. The erect penis shows no signs of softening or weariness, remaining stiff until the end of the film.

Not to mention, Xiangrou's incredibly natural performance, as if the aphrodisiac administered to her intestines is real, not faked or deliberate.

In the blink of an eye, Xiangrou's natural expression as she is conquered by the aphrodisiac is reflected on the retinas of all viewers, captivating them completely.

Therefore, many lecherous people quickly learned of this woman who had secretly arrived, and many people enthusiastically searched for related information, only to find that the female protagonist in the video was like a blank page, completely without any clues.

Whether it was the AV-producing island nation on the other side of the ocean, or our country completely bound by morality,

this attracted the interest of many people.

Instantly, discussions about this beautiful woman, Xiang Rou, occupied a place in major erotic forums. However, so far, she only has two videos, and not even a single photo album, yet she has become popular in the minds of men in front of the screen with this unfathomable attitude.

Incidentally, the uploader is still "Xiang Rou's husband".

However, I am not very interested in the real details of Xiang Rou, because at this time, I experienced the first turning point in my life related to "love", which was unexpectedly barging into my life... At this moment, it is 9:28 pm.

In the meeting space outside the girls' dormitory, at a wooden table and chair in a corner, I was meeting Ya Ya. She had called me five minutes earlier to ask me to come.

Strangely enough, she should have been looking for Senior A-Jie, shouldn't she?

"Hey, what's up?" As I asked, a strange feeling flashed through my mind.

The situation was unexpectedly eerie.

There was no one else around Ya Ya; she sat alone on the wooden chair, surrounded by an indescribable, dim atmosphere.

As I approached, I noticed her eyes were red and moist, unlike her usual bright and lively self. The thick mist in her pupils seemed to condense into droplets, swirling in her eyes but not falling.

She pursed her lips, looking at me, unsure how to speak: "Oh… um…" Oh no!

In that instant, I realized I had stumbled upon something I shouldn't have.

So, before she could speak, I preemptively changed the subject, asking, "Um... Ya Ya, did you watch the porn I sent you last time?" Ya Ya's eyes were full of astonishment.

Not only her, but even I couldn't believe my brain had suddenly gone haywire.

"Yeah, I watched it," she said calmly after thinking for a moment.

I never expected her to answer such an embarrassing question. Not to mention, her innocent personality was truly unprecedented. What surprised me even more was what followed. She thoughtfully added, "The woman in the video is so pitiful, she keeps moaning and groaning, her voice is so mournful..." At that moment, I had an urge to commit suicide.

However, my strategy of shifting the focus was successful.

Then, I quickly said, "Porn... they're all like that. Generally speaking, apart from the different actresses, their moans are also different. But the message they want to convey is the same." "What message?"

"To soothe a man's lonely heart," I said, trying to fool her with a charlatan's tone.

"Is that so..." Ya Ya tilted her head, expressing her thoughts, "...I think she seemed to be in a lot of pain." Her answer made me frown, and I asked, "Which one did you watch?" I vaguely remembered sending her "The Female Officer on the Phone," a rather simple and concise short film, not one of the other hardcore movies I had on my hard drive. There shouldn't be any scenes that would make her feel pain, right?

"The woman on the phone..." Ya Ya looked reminiscing, "...She clearly didn't want it, but that guy forced himself on her, it was so pitiful. And she screamed loudly, but no one came to save her." Hmm... Was Xiang Rou raped by a man?

Hearing this, I couldn't help but wonder what was going on in my classmate's head. How could her imagination be so vivid? Even with a plotless adult film, she had such bizarre and unbelievable insights.

I guessed she hadn't watched the whole thing, but rather skipped around or watched clips.

Logically, it's impossible for a girl to watch an adult film from beginning to end. Even I, a guy, couldn't do it.

"Never mind, forget I asked..."

The screen changed and then lit up again, the video continuing.

It was still dusk with cicadas chirping, but half the sky outside was already shrouded in darkness, and the bright red streetlights lit up one after another.

Xiangrou wasn't at the rental bookstore this time, but was staggering along the sparsely populated street. There were detached houses on both sides, so she must be in a residential area.

A camera was secretly filming her from a distance, and you could vaguely see her sweaty, tired face, her bewildered yet enduring expression, her body half-bent over, her hands holding her lower abdomen, as she staggered forward.

However, a large brown stain appeared on Xiangrou's light blue dress, covering her crotch area, looking quite out of place.

After turning two corners, she came to a tin-roofed house, like a temporary workers' shed.

The floor was hollow concrete, supported by several iron pillars, and a steel ladder in the corner led up to the second floor.

Thump! Thump!

The crisp sound of footsteps on the steel stairs rang out, exceptionally clear in the quiet residential area.

Xiangrou stopped after only a few steps. At that moment, the camera gradually zoomed in, filling the frame with her entire body from the side.

Biting her lip tightly, her hands still clutching her lower abdomen, an expression of near collapse was faithfully presented on Xiangrou's sweet face. Her chest heaved rapidly, heavy breathing escaped her nostrils, and her knees buckled, causing her to kneel on the steps.

"Snoring...snoring..."

An unusual noise emanated from her body, not from vocal cord resonance, but from her clutched lower abdomen, expressing a violent protest.

"Snoring..."

The rhythm of the sound changed, the intervals between them getting closer and closer.

Xiangrou felt a wave of dizziness, her beautiful body swaying involuntarily. She wanted to take another step, but found herself powerless.

Immediately, her pert buttocks instinctively rose, and two jets of water shot out, powerfully crashing onto the gray-black steel ladder, creating a loud sonic boom.

Splash! Splash!

One white and one yellow jet of water competed rapidly, neither giving way.

"Ugh... ugh..."

A shameful moan escaped Xiangrou's throat weakly.

Her dazed eyes were unfocused. Her trembling body seemed to be desperately trying to control her muscles, to stop the humiliating excretion, but the opposite happened; the water jets became even more rapid, emptying the filth from her two orifices... This incredibly humiliating moment was cruelly captured on camera.

Only when Xiangrou sobbed silently, tears streaming down her face, did the two streams of tears that had overwhelmed her gradually subside, eventually forming a discontinuous straight line that created a large water stain on the steel stairs, dripping down the surface.

Drip, drip, drip.

Then, the echo of footsteps on the steel stairs rang out again.

The male clerk from the bookstore had somehow arrived. He walked down from above, watching Xiangrou's ashamed state with a smug expression.

"Hehe, feeling good, huh?"

the clerk said lewdly, plopping down on the top of the stairs, unzipping his jeans, pulling out his semi-erect penis, and saying,

"Want it? Then come over and suck it for me!"

These seemingly casual words were, to Xiangrou, an irresistible command.

She, who had been dejected, raised her face and climbed the steps on all fours like a female dog, eagerly and obsessively taking the male clerk's penis into her mouth, tasting it with delight:

"Gurgle... chuckle... chuckle..."

Her greedy and thirsty appearance was completely inconsistent with her previous helpless sobbing; instead, she resembled a wanton prostitute yearning for sex. Xiangrou's delicate and refined temperament, forcibly painted with obscene colors, was a kind of extreme ravaging, making it easier to arouse the man's lust.

"Hoo-ha... beautiful customer, your little mouth is really amazing, it feels so good." After saying this, Xiangrou's body suddenly trembled, spitting out the slowly hardening penis from her mouth, her dazed eyes filled with tears of humiliation, still retaining a sliver of reason, awakened by the male clerk's unintentional obscene words.

However, her body had already been dominated by the aphrodisiac given to her by the man. A seductive smile played on her lips as she took the penis back into her mouth, wholeheartedly offering her best service.

"Oh..." the male clerk exclaimed, squinting his eyes. "...Beautiful customer, you're sucking so hard! Mmm...so good..." Xiangrou swallowed the man's penis, only a tiny tip sticking out. Her bulging cheeks revealed the rolling of her tongue, using her warm, nimble flesh to provide a more stimulating pleasure than any penetration.

As Xiangrou's head moved back and forth, the male clerk's ugly penis swelled even more. The veins on it were bulging, glistening with saliva. The gurgling sounds continued, as if he wouldn't stop until he squeezed out the disgusting semen inside.

Xiangrou's sweet face flushed, saliva dripping from the corners of her mouth, forming a thin line that dripped onto the steel stairs.

"Oh..."

Just before ejaculating, the male shop assistant restrained himself and pulled his penis out of Xiangrou's mouth, adjusting his breathing. He then pulled Xiangrou up to the platform between the first and second floors.

"Lie down!"

the shop assistant commanded, pulling up Xiangrou's dress skirt, roughly tearing off her panties, and lifting one of her legs onto his shoulder.

This was a difficult position, allowing the camera to clearly capture Xiangrou's pubic hair-covered, smooth, and tender vulva. The shop assistant adjusted his penis and slowly inserted it into Xiangrou's vagina.

"Eee...haaah..."

The intrusion of the purplish-red penis made Xiangrou gasp for breath, then let out a joyful moan.

Her vulva, secreting abundant love juice, was unrestrained as the man thrust into her, undergoing the piston-like motion of intercourse with the thrusting of his hips.

"Ugh...ahhh..." the shop assistant exhaled with bestial urges.

The thrusting speed increased, the obscene slapping sounds emanating from their joined bodies, accompanied by the glistening spray of fluid.

First came rapid swaying, then a forceful thrust, eliciting a high-pitched cry from Xiangrou:

"Oh!"

Completely conquered by the male shop assistant, she offered no resistance, only wanton, decadent moans.

"Oh...uh...ah! huff...ee-oh...hum...woo!" The merciless thrusting slowly withdrew the penis, then plunged it in again, like a pile driver driving it into the deepest part of her vagina. Thrust after thrust,

causing Xiangrou to moan repeatedly.

Her mouth opened and closed, desperately gasping for air as if suffocating, only to be suffocated again by her pleasurable moans. The cycle of pleasure and pain, repeated again and again, caused her pupils to dilate, and tears to stream down her face.

The penis's movements grew increasingly violent, as if trying to pound her genitals to pieces.

She didn't beg for mercy; her body was genuinely thirsty, but her true feelings were unbearable. The male clerk's penis, like a machine running endlessly, trapped her forever in a world of lust, unable to awaken.

"Haa...uh!"

A low growl escaped her lips as the clerk withdrew, spraying thick, milky-white semen onto Xiangrou's fair buttocks... After chatting idly with Yaya for a while, I finally brought the topic back to normal. The tears in

her moist eyes had dried, and she seemed emotionally stable. I subconsciously reached for the tissues I always carried in my pocket and cautiously asked,

"Yaya, what did you want to see me about?"

As soon as I finished speaking, I saw the tears that had finally dissipated condense again, and I couldn't help but blame myself for being so clueless. I should have just pretended nothing was wrong, made up an excuse to end it, and quickly turned and left.

But... I couldn't let go of my female friend; I couldn't bear to see her keep her suffering inside.

Crystalline tears, like a burst dam, unexpectedly streamed down her cheeks and slid down her chin.

I hurriedly pulled out a tissue from my pocket and, like a little eunuch, presented it to her with both hands. Ya Ya, tears streaming down her face, took it and sobbed,

"I...I saw Senior Jie, and he went to see Senior Weiwei again..."

Her few words struck me like a bolt from the blue, leaving me utterly stunned.

...Senior Jie, went to see Senior Weiwei again?!

His ex-girlfriend, whom he broke up with for some trivial reason.

"They're in the same class...it's normal," I said stubbornly.

Although I already had an answer in my heart, I was still hesitant to believe it, hoping things would turn out well.

Ya Ya's eyes were already red, and she said plaintively, "Waaah... He went to celebrate his senior's birthday the night before last, it was just the two of them." As soon as she said this, I knew the situation was more serious than I had imagined.

The birthday the night before last reminded me of Senior A-Jie sneakily asking me for help with the strokes of the characters for "Happy Birthday," the numerous colorful glow sticks he had bought, and the joyful look on his face covered in grit when he came back yesterday—that jerk probably used glow sticks to spell out "Happy Birthday" and spent a romantic night on the beach with his senior!

Thinking of this, I dared not act rashly. I was afraid that if I told Ya Ya everything that was on my mind, she might break down.

This was a very difficult love problem, and I was facing a choice.

Although I wasn't the one involved, I felt I couldn't shirk responsibility. I could only watch Ya Ya's tears fall in this still-hot early autumn, turning into gray-black flowers that adorned the concrete ground.

"Sigh..." I sighed helplessly, unsure how to comfort the beautiful woman before me.

With a sudden resolve, I pulled her into my arms, stroking the back of her head, and said gently,

"If you want to cry, you can lean on my chest."

There were no sparks of intimacy, no fluttering of the heart; it was a brother-sister embrace, a natural pull that embraced all her helplessness and sorrow.

Ya Ya didn't struggle; instead, she held me tighter, burying her head even deeper.

Instantly, I felt a dampness spread across my chest. It was the pain of heartbreak, a pain that pierced my very soul, I knew it.

She was in so much pain...

How could such a wonderful girl meet someone like Senior A-Jie?

"Sigh..." I sighed silently.

In the quiet, we spoke nothing.

In this spacious reception area, among the dozen or so casually placed wooden tables and chairs, it seemed only our table stood out, completely different from the joyful atmosphere around us.

At that moment, I really wanted to beat Senior A-Jie up. But I knew very well that hitting her would only make Ya Ya more upset.

...Because the love was so deep, the hurt was so deep.

I hugged the girl tightly in my arms and looked up into the distance.

The pitch-black night, devoid of starlight due to light pollution, was like an endless black hole, devouring the lights emanating from the buildings.

A

cold wind blew, bringing the chill of autumn.

In the early autumn of 2006, my beautiful dreams of love were filled with mixed emotions...

Chapter Three: The Female Student's Same-Sex Flirting

At one end of the library, a wooden sign read "Audiovisual Study Room."

Inside, several pale yellow sofas were furnished with a television and DVD player, highlighting its comfortable and tranquil environment.

The interlaced white light from the bulbs shone on the sofas, illuminating a sweet woman reclining on them, dressed in a black and white sailor uniform, looking very beautiful.

She was Xiang Rou, her eyes half-closed. As if taking a nap, her face seemed indifferent.

However, through the dark coat draped over her lower abdomen, one could vaguely make out a figure, seemingly buried between her buttocks, engaging in a game that easily made one blush.

"Hmm..." Xiangrou made a slight sound, her delicate ears twitching slightly.

"You're wet..."

A melodious female voice came from inside the coat, sounding a little muffled.

The coat was then lifted, revealing a woman dressed similarly in school uniform. She boldly pulled Xiangrou's black skirt up to her waist, ripped off her thin black panties and tossed them on the ground, lifted her head from between Xiangrou's legs, and teased with a light laugh:

"...You got soaked after just a few licks...You're so sensitive..."

Her jet-black hair was tied into a pretty ponytail. Neat bangs covered her eyebrows. Her clean face, with its delicately sculpted features, was unadorned and youthful.

She exuded the same aura as Xiangrou, as if they were sisters, and anyone who saw them would nod in agreement.

"No way..." Xiangrou retorted, feigning anger.

Her voice was soft, a sweet, childlike tone filled with a faint fear, as if constrained by the territorial nature of the room, subconsciously lowering her voice.

"You...you're so bad...oh..." Xiangrou trembled slightly as the woman lowered her head again to tease her sensitive, private parts, the most vulnerable part of a woman. "Stop...uh...stop..." After a soft moan, the woman stopped her actions. At the same time, she looked up at Xiangrou, saying with lingering desire,

"Do you...really want me to stop?"

Her hand reached out and lightly brushed against the crevice between her thighs. A sticky, transparent thread appeared at the tip of her finger. She chuckled mischievously,

"Hehe, your body is more honest."

The female student put the finger, sticky with love juice, into her mouth and tasted it with relish, then pulled it out with a lewd "pop" sound, teasingly saying,

"Tsk tsk...it tastes very erotic."

"You..." Xiangrou called out timidly.

"Hmm?"

The female student stared at Xiangrou with a puzzled look, her hands still moving, continuing to tease Xiangrou. She slightly parted Xiangrou's legs, revealing more clearly the pubic hair around her tender vulva, glistening with moisture.

At this moment, Xiangrou's face was flushed, and she breathed softly.

The female student used two fingers of her left hand to pry open Xiangrou's tender labia, fully exposing the moist interior. Her right thumb gently circled the engorged clitoris, rubbing it tenderly.

Xiangrou's body automatically leaned back, but this could not slow down the onslaught of pleasure from the female student.

The circling thumb left a wet trail, accompanied by soft moans, and love juice flowed continuously.

"Mmm..." Xiangrou bit her lower lip, enjoying the gradually increasing excitement.

"Does it feel good?" The female student opened her lips and carefully took the swollen, pink clitoris into her mouth.

Instantly, a strange expression appeared on Xiangrou's face. Instinctively, she arched her slender waist, instead offering her most sensitive spot into the female student's mouth.

"Ah!"

A sharp sound almost escaped her lips, but she immediately covered her mouth to prevent a moan from escaped.

*Pop!*

The tender clitoris was spat out by the female student, the glistening pink pearl shining brilliantly.

Then, with a wicked grin, she said to Xiangrou,

"Now... beg me."

"You!" Xiangrou's burning desire was suppressed, leaving her slightly resentful. She twisted her body, but couldn't get what she wanted. "Give... give me... hurry..." "Give you what?" The female student stretched out her slender fingers, sliding them back and forth at Xiangrou's tender vulva, refusing to go any further. "Tell me!" "Um... you know..." Xiangrou pleaded shyly.

"Is it this?"

The female student seemed quite satisfied with Xiangrou's performance. She joined her right middle and ring fingers together and slowly inserted them into the crimson crevice, one knuckle, two knuckles. Seeing Xiangrou's lust gradually rising, she then bent her fingers and began to probe inside her vagina.

Instantly, intense pleasure exploded like a lit fuse. The previously languid reclining posture instantly became incredibly stiff.

"Uh... Ahhh—" An uncontrollable moan of pleasure escaped from Xiangrou's tightly clenched teeth.

Though low, it was filled with rich, deep joy.

Not to mention, the female student's fingers squeezed out abundant love juice. It sprayed uncontrollably, the joyful droplets dancing and splashing onto her face, spreading a lustful fragrance.

Then, she brought her head even closer, her entire face almost touching Xiangrou's private parts, ecstatically welcoming the clear fluid stirred up by her.

The female student, with a blissful expression, let Xiangrou's love juices drenching her, as if they were sweet, refreshing drops of honey, drinking every last drop into her mouth. The remaining traces were then licked clean with her skillful tongue.

The process was quiet, as if it were the natural course of things.

This was a stark contrast to Xiangrou's increasingly heavy breathing and moans, a world of calm. After all, this lewd play was taking place in the audiovisual study room of the library; being discovered by those outside would inevitably cause problems.

Xiangrou, somewhat dazed from being played with, continued her moans:

"Oh...mmm...ha..."

She tried to keep her voice down, her eyes glazed and weak. Her trembling body conveyed her pleasurable reaction. Although it wasn't as tight as a man's penis filling her, and the pleasure from a woman's fingers felt slightly empty, the most crucial and sensitive spots still created an unparalleled beauty.

Xiangrou's desire deepened, intoxicated by the female student's defilement, unable to extricate herself.

Unconsciously, her hands moved downwards. She unbuttoned her shirt, pulled up her blouse, and began to caress her pink breasts, massaging the two nipples at their tips.

Her beautiful face tilted upwards, her features distorted by pleasure. Saliva dripped from the corner of her mouth, sliding down her neck.

"Hoo hoo... um oh... hmph... hoo oh..."

The stimulation from both above and below amplified the intensity of her pleasure.

Finally, the female student intensified her desire.

There was no man's penis thrusting in and out, only the woman's fingers teasing. Like a spoon, they quickly scraped back and forth, rubbing the most vulnerable spots in Xiangrou's vagina, making her gasp wildly.

"Ugh... hoo uh... oh ha..."

Her other hand pinched the beautiful pearl above her labia, rubbing and kneading it repeatedly, quickly and heavily.

And Xiangrou's own nipples, fresh and red, looked as if they were about to gush liquid.

"Haa... um hum... e ya!"

Sweet moans echoed through the room. Xiangrou's rapid breathing became increasingly pronounced.

Then, the female student yanked her right hand out. The previously blocked opening burst forth like a floodgate opening, gushing forth a large amount of thick, viscous love fluid in a parabolic arc, endlessly… Two months ago, I could never have imagined that I would enter the realm of creation, let alone write such erotic novels. Just as I couldn't understand why Xiangrou's vagina could ejaculate like a man's semen during orgasm. Little did I know that

this seemingly perverse squirting scene would, in the distant future, become a legitimate and tried-and-true trope in every AV. Perhaps

influenced by Xiangrou's three short films, coupled with what happened between Yaya and Senior A-Jie… I transformed the inexplicable emotions I couldn't vent, combined with slightly vengeful and lewd fantasies, into words, imprinting them on the computer's word processing software.

Five thousand words, six thousand words, seven thousand words… seventeen thousand words.

After finishing this lengthy story—let's call it my first medium-length erotic work—it took me less than three nights.

However, I couldn't resist writing a happy, sweet ending.

At the same time, I published this half-true, half-false story on an erotic literature forum I frequented. The transition from reader to author felt very unfamiliar.

Unexpectedly, a few mornings later, a text message quietly appeared in my inbox from the unfamiliar ID "Xiao Lu."

I forgot to mention, this forum was "Fengyue Dalu," which was extremely famous at the time.

Between the lines of the message, I saw "Xiao Lu's" affection and encouragement for my work. Judging from her writing style, she was probably a woman slightly older than me.

If it weren't for this erotic story that brought us together, perhaps I would still be enjoying university life, studying my coursework, club activities, and love—the three major credits—and trying to achieve satisfactory grades.

Then, I developed a great interest in Xiao Lu!

It was as if the loneliness in my heart had been filled, an indescribable sense of liberation; yet it was also like suffocation from lack of oxygen, even my breath was constantly accompanied by her thoughts. A greedy longing, like oil-soaked wood, was ignited by a spark, burning fiercely and uncontrollably.

I didn't know what this rapidly intensifying feeling was;

I only knew that my life couldn't exist without her!

Every day after class, I would rush back to my dorm, go online, open the instant messaging app, and wait for her to come online. We would exchange endless text messages throughout the long nights until my body, unwilling to give up, would log off, repeating this cycle daily.

Even without seeing each other's faces, it felt as if we had known each other for years, sharing a wonderful, unspoken understanding on many things, like seeing another version of ourselves.

We talked about music, current events, and even wrote erotic articles—we talked about everything, even making lewd jokes at each other without any problem. We deliberately ignored our curiosity about each other's real identities, drawing a line that we would never cross.

One night, as Xiao Lu and I were chatting as usual, one of my roommates, Tai Ge, furtively handed me a USB drive, as if hiding stolen goods.

Tai Ge's name didn't actually contain the characters "Tai" or "Ge"; I only called him that because of his strong Taiwanese accent and the fact that he was older than me. He

was a very humorous and witty man, but unfortunately, his appearance was somewhat sleazy, and his erudite, literary air made it difficult to tell whether he was truly profound or superficial. He acted with maturity and his thinking was more mature than most people his age, yet sometimes he acted like a mischievous child, doing unexpected pranks.

For some reason, we were the two closest friends among our classmates, which was also why we were roommates.

"What's this?" I asked him irritably, interrupted.

"Something you'll definitely be interested in," Tai Ge said, skillfully inserting the USB drive into my computer, selecting the only file on it, and clicking twice with the cursor.

"What are you doing! What do you want to do?" I said. Although I said that, I didn't stop Tai Ge's actions.

Because he was the brother I considered, above friends.

Immediately, my and Xiao Lu's screens were blocked and replaced with the black-framed window used by the media player software.

Taiwanese guy climbed onto my bed, picked up my pillow to use as a backrest, and sat cross-legged watching the screen. I found this posture quite strange, especially when relaxing music played in the window and the sweet woman I called "Xiangrou" appeared on the screen. I immediately forgave Taiwanese guy's earlier rudeness. I

interlaced my index fingers, completely forgetting that I was chatting with Xiao Lu, and relaxed in my chair, focusing on watching the video.

The same scene, slightly different clothing, only the almost transparent shirts were still draped over their bodies. The rest of their accessories were scattered all over the floor, a complete mess.

Xiangrou and the female student knelt on the ground, embracing each other tightly, passionately kissing each other's soft lips.

Then, the female student teased Xiangrou little by little, from her lips, cheeks, to her earlobes. It made her giggle softly, but she didn't flinch.

Her hands explored each other's bodies, wandering everywhere, enjoying themselves immensely.

Suddenly, the female student slowly opened her eyes and seductively suggested to Xiangrou,

"I want to feel good too, okay?"

With that, she gently cupped Xiangrou's flushed, infatuated face, her tone slightly commanding.

"Hmm?" Xiangrou nodded weakly, "Um... I'm willing." The scene flashed, and the two were completely naked.

Their figures were almost identical, from their fair skin and firm breasts to their slender waists, rounded hips, and even their beautifully sculpted legs.

Xiangrou leaned down, about to begin, when the female student suddenly interrupted her, thoughtfully picking up two scarves from the pile of discarded clothes, and tentatively asked,

"Want to try different methods, is that alright?"

"Um... whatever you want..." Xiangrou obediently replied.

Soon, Xiangrou's eyes were blindfolded with a uniform scarf, and her wrists were bound behind her back with the scarf as well. Her youthful, sweet appearance exuded a slightly sadistic atmosphere.

The female student's slender fingers traced over Xiangrou's erect, rosy nipples, teasingly asking,

"How does it feel?"

"I...I don't know..."

Xiangrou, unable to see the other's expression, spoke with nervousness in her voice. Especially when the fingers touched her hard nipples, her body trembled involuntarily.

"It feels...a little exciting..." Xiangrou honestly described her changing sensations, "probably because I don't know what you...are going to do...umm..." The female student guided Xiangrou's movements, making her kneel upright. Then, she inserted her head between Xiangrou's legs, slowly bending down to form a 69 position.

This position allowed both to enjoy the pleasure of being licked.

"Come on...let's begin..."

The female student raised her lower body so that Xiangrou's face could touch her vulva. At the same time, she grasped Xiangrou's buttocks, licking them noisily, starting her actions before Xiangrou could.

A soft, nimble tongue licked the tender cleft after the recent climax, revealing a gush of clear fluid. Unable to resist, she pressed her lips together, sucking hard.

"Mmm..." Xiangrou's cheeks flushed instantly, seemingly caught off guard. "No...don't...don't lick like that..." Deprived of sight and movement, her breathing quickened, frantically searching for the other's sensitive spots, wanting to retaliate. A

delicate nose parted the pubic hair, following the scent of arousal to its source.

Xiangrou opened her small mouth and unexpectedly took it in!

"Gurgle..."

The female student groaned unexpectedly, as Xiangrou's lips entered her clitoris. The sudden pleasure, combined with the accumulated sensation from playing with Xiangrou earlier, brought her to the brink of climax, only to quickly subside.

Noticing the other's trembling reaction, Xiangrou pressed down even more, wanting to fully reciprocate the joy she had experienced.

"So...so good..."

The female student closed her eyes, as if murmuring softly in a dream. She let the pleasure spread through her nerves, enjoying the thrill of oral sex. Stimulated by Xiangrou's tongue, intense pleasure surged through her brain. The female student writhed in pleasure, moaning and groaning as Xiangrou sucked:

"Mmm...hmm...eeoh..."

Even as she gasped for breath, she didn't forget to give Xiangrou the same stimulation. You see, the same oral teasing was incomparable to Xiangrou's experience.

"Uh-ha..."

This time, it was Xiangrou's turn to open her mouth wide, breathing heavily. Her heaving chest seemed to be suffocating.

Even with her eyes blindfolded, the contradictory expressions on her face—sometimes passionate, sometimes shy—looked incredibly vivid. Under the female student's burning gaze and licking, it stimulated her even more, making her moan with unparalleled excitement.

Her body twisted and arched, the tension in her wrists bringing a different kind of pleasure, and a feeling of shame immediately arose. Her nose twitched as she inhaled the intoxicating scent of desire. Her erect, rosy clitoris throbbed against the pink mons pubis, glistening with a glistening sheen.

"Mmm...oh...ha...mmm..."

She buried her face deeper, moaning and breathing passionately, caressing the girl's pubic hair, revealing fleshy bumps on her smooth vulva. Her wet tongue teased and licked the delicate cleft, its movements incredibly agile, perfectly tracing the shape of the girl's labia.

Sticky love juice smeared their beautiful faces, and wanton, joyful cries rang out:

"Oh...mmm...good...so good..."

"Ha...mmm...oh...eeha..."

The licking, sometimes light, sometimes heavy, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, revealed a woman's unique tenderness, offering the most pleasurable pleasure to her partner.

Her body trembled incessantly, her tender vulva writhed relentlessly, waves of love juice overflowing and flowing.

Their fair skin was flushed a deep red. Their expressions of utter enjoyment were hazy yet beautiful.

"So good, ah... mmm... faster! I'm almost there... ahh..." The female student was the first to succumb, uttering incoherent moans as she increased her pace, her tongue gradually intensifying, diligently licking Xiangrou's genitals, like a final, desperate attempt before orgasm. Xiangrou tried to resist, tightly pressing her legs together, but she couldn't stop the student's licking on her. Her attempts to dodge

only fueled the desire in her tender vulva.

"Oh... ah... huff... uh..."

Xiangrou's sweet, childlike voice sang a joyful melody like a cat's meow, as if the most pleasurable, most intense pleasure was about to descend.

Their rapid breathing, taut bodies, the 69 position—they were filled with unparalleled excitement.

Simultaneously, sensing that their climax was imminent, their tongues danced with incredible speed, as if eager to savor the ultimate pleasure, uttering in unison the most beautiful moans:

"Ohhhhhh—"

Xiangrou and the female student reached the pinnacle of joy, displaying the most instinctive and natural reactions. Their delicate bodies arched, trembling uncontrollably, and the audiovisual studio, filled with lust, gradually returned to its proper tranquility.

Naked bodies lay comfortably, the muddy, wet marks indicating that everything that had just happened was real.

The camera slowly pulled back, ending this erotic scene between two women… "How about that, undeniably beautiful, right?" Brother Tai said smugly.

"Indeed, the flirting between women is always a beautiful sight," I said, wholeheartedly agreeing. "Especially these two pure and sweet women, they're truly exceptional." "Don't you ever feel... that her films are all incredibly realistic?" Brother Tai asked thoughtfully.

"Yeah, why?" I felt the same way, "especially this one..." "Probably..." Brother Tai said half-jokingly, "...that women understand the female body better than men do." "Hmm." I had a sudden realization after hearing his answer, and said, "It's incredible, they are creatures called 'women'..." "Hehe." Brother Tai smiled, "Are you feeling puberty?" "I

don't know...it's a bit hard to understand..." I replied, "...How should I put it? After watching her films, I suddenly had the urge to become a girl..." "Haha! What's wrong with you?" Brother Tai burst into laughter at my answer, "That's hilarious!"

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