A Land of Powder and Gentleness 1-10

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[The Land of Powder and Gentleness] (1-10)

Preface to The Land of Powder and Gentleness This work began to take shape three years ago, but I struggled to put pen to paper, mainly because I felt my own understanding was insufficient. Therefore, for the past three years, I have immersed myself in life, uncovering the most authentic and moving aspects of existence, while simultaneously enriching myself by consulting numerous classic works on romance and poetry from ancient and modern times.

In the past three years, I have done my utmost to travel to the romantic and erotic regions of the southwestern provinces (because the writing background of this book is in Yunnan), reading voraciously…etc. However, the more I did this, the more I felt my own shallowness.

So, I picked up my pen again, because I fear that if I didn't write now, I would lose the passion and courage to do so!

Posting this humble piece at this time of university graduation is to tell everyone—even if you are an ordinary person, even if you are just a poor student who graduated from a third-rate school, remember that you still have your mind, and your wisdom is your greatest wealth! Remember, as long as you work hard, you will definitely achieve something great!

However, one thing everyone must remember is to never do anything illegal or disorderly. Otherwise, you will bear all the serious consequences, sometimes consequences you cannot afford.

Also, I will try my best to finish this work as soon as possible, but because I have to support my family and am quite busy, please don't rush me. I promise you, I won't abandon it.

Currently, I've decided to release one chapter every 10-15 days.

Synopsis: Zeng Kun, born into poverty, is a second-rate student at a third-rate university. He is of average appearance, 168cm tall, and weighs 60kg—utterly ordinary. Because of his love for sports, he has excellent physical fitness, and university life has honed his thinking.

After graduating, Zeng Kun volunteered to support the development of western China, ultimately choosing Yunnan. In the border region of our country, with his calm mind and sharp thinking, he seized the opportunity to change his destiny, beginning his journey to build his own romantic paradise. His paradise is filled with elites from almost every profession in society today—workers, farmers, merchants, students, soldiers—everyone is represented.

What are you waiting for? Let's begin our journey into the world of cosmetics!

Character Introductions: Zeng Kun: Born into poverty, of average appearance, a second-rate graduate of a third-rate university, yet he has built a vast business empire through his intellect, and of course, a captivating world of gentle pleasures.

Yao Yao: Zeng Kun's university classmate and girlfriend.

Huang Qiong: A network CEO, clear-headed, sharp-witted, and possessing considerable business acumen; the top beauty in the cosmetics kingdom.

Gu Lin: A reporter; her information is a crucial source of intelligence for Zeng Kun's kingdom.

Dong Menyu: A judge.

Lei Yan: The municipal party secretary.

Tang Wan: Lei Yan's daughter, a special forces soldier.

Tang Qi: Lei Yan's daughter, a world gymnastics champion.

Wei Qin: A nurse, Zeng Kun's fellow townsman.

Ouyang Zhu: A teacher.

Qian Rui: A famous actress.

Zheng Yu: An agricultural technician, a pillar of the poppy kingdom.

Cao Ke: An entertainment venue owner, Zeng Kun's mentor, friend, mother, and wife; the head housekeeper of the world of gentle pleasures.

Xu Qi: Makeup artist.

Dang Jue: Dance instructor, Tang Qi's friend.

Murata Suiko: Opened another door of desire for Zeng Kun.

Poporeva: Tennis player, ignited Zeng Kun's ambition to conquer the world.

Mary Jones: Famous model and fashion designer.

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Many more characters will appear later and will be introduced later. **********

... After the match, as usual, there was a dinner for both teams, along with our football cheerleading squad. During the meal, Zeng Kun, as the star of our school team, was naturally the one everyone urged to drink, and he downed his drinks in no time, drinking heartily. "Come on, our big star, let me toast you!" Yao Yao, who had been silent all evening, seemingly lost in thought, also came over. She was still wearing her cheerleading uniform, a tight pink tracksuit that accentuated her prominent breasts, almost bursting out of the fabric. She wore a white athletic skirt, her legs, without stockings, long, straight, and supple, making her look graceful and elegant. Due to years of exercise, her slightly tanned skin, while not as fair as most young girls, only highlighted her health, vitality, sexiness, and a touch of wildness. A pair of lace-trimmed socks paired with small sneakers—everything was so perfect, impeccable! It was truly unbelievable that someone 170cm tall would have such small feet. "Oh dear, thank you for trotting in front of our beautiful lady, I'm truly unworthy!" Zeng Kun, already slightly tipsy, didn't notice the slight daze in Yao Yao's eyes. "Come on, let's have a drink!" "One more! One more!" Someone egged on, "Let's have a toast between the two captains!" "Okay! Okay!" Everyone's spirits were immediately lifted. As is customary at Minhua University, the captain of the football cheerleading team voluntarily steps down after the senior year, and a new captain is chosen from the sophomores. Yao Yao was the next captain. At this moment, the daze in Yao Yao's eyes disappeared, replaced by a resolute determination. However, the smile on her beautiful face remained unchanged, only now there was a blush on her cheeks—was it the effect of the drink, the encouragement from everyone, or something else? "Let's do it!" The two captains almost said in unison, which drew another round of laughter, whistles, and teasing from everyone. Yao Yao's face flushed even more, while Zeng Kun seemed to have suddenly lost his domineering presence on the basketball court, awkwardly raising his glass. Whether someone deliberately nudged Zeng Kun, or he was genuinely drunk, or did it intentionally, his elbow bumped into Yao Yao's firm breasts as they drank their toast. Yao Yao felt a jolt of electricity strike her tender, sensitive nipples, the sensation sending a tingling sensation through her breasts, then coursing through her body like a serpent, causing her vagina to involuntarily release a stream of fluid. She couldn't help but let out a soft cry, her thighs pressed tightly together as if she were holding back urine, feeling dizzy, her smooth, firm legs trembling slightly… Zeng Kun downed his beer in one gulp, only to see Yao Yao still slowly drinking. It was then that he realized his elbow had landed squarely on the most vulnerable part of a woman's body—soft and incredibly elastic. Whether intentionally or unintentionally, Yao Yao drank her wine extremely slowly. Zeng Kun, who had intended to urge her, was now enjoying the wonderful sensation.

The dinner party finally ended. Zeng Kun, completely drunk and disoriented, had fallen asleep with his head buried in the table. The rest of the team members weren't much better off, all swaying and staggering. But they still had to get back to school. The more lucid ones dragged their feet, while the more confused ones walked in small groups, like tortoises and snakes, towards the school.

Yao Yao was the slowest. By the time she had Zeng Kun's right arm draped over her shoulder and reached the hotel entrance, the others were already quite far ahead. She had to hail a taxi to her rented place. Due to the continuous expansion of university enrollment in recent years, the already strained university accommodation resources had become even more limited. Some students with better financial means, as well as those who didn't want too much control from the school or wanted to study computer science better at night, rented rooms off-campus, and the school turned a blind eye to this.

In truth, Yao Yao had harbored a secret crush on Zeng Kun for a long time, but her girlish reserve prevented her from expressing it. Today, they were about to break up, and this might be her last performance as the captain of the cheerleading squad, cheering him on. If she didn't express her love now, she might miss out on her prince charming forever.

Half-asleep, Zeng Kun leaned against her chest in the car, so close that her left breast felt swollen, as if it were about to burst. His warm breath brushed against her ear and hairline, the masculine scent making her increasingly infatuated.

Was she doing the right thing? Yao Yao asked herself silently, but she couldn't find an answer.

What is love? What should one do for love? For thousands of years, who has truly understood? Some are like moths drawn to a flame, ultimately sacrificing themselves for love; some break through all constraints to reach their own Eden; some live their lives in silence, never letting their beloved know their heart. What is right? What is wrong? Or perhaps, love has no right or wrong.

Yao Yao wasn't thinking about anything right now, letting her consciousness control her in a daze. She only knew that Zeng Kun was leaving, and perhaps she would never see him again. She only knew that her Prince Charming was so close, so within reach, and that masculine scent was so attractive! She was completely immersed in this scent, gently stroking Zeng Kun's firm chest muscles. Everything about his body fascinated her. The heat in her lower abdomen started acting up again, making her feel increasingly out of control. She had an urge to shout, but she didn't know what to shout. The fire in her abdomen burned brighter and brighter, as if it wouldn't stop until it burned her to ashes.

At this moment, the hand that had been stroking Zeng Kun moved to his lower abdomen. His abdominal muscles were so firm, seemingly without an ounce of fat. No wonder he could score a goal among a group of big, clumsy guys despite his small stature. She longed to be naked before him, to lean her softness against his strong body.

Inadvertently, her hand touched something hard, causing her to jerk back as if electrocuted. This must be a male symbol, but why was it so hard, so big? Why wasn't it like the descriptions in the books?

Glancing at the driver, seeing he wasn't paying attention, Yao Yao slowly placed her hand on his lower abdomen.

Still so hard and hot. At that moment, a fire ignited within her, as if burning her entire body. Her inner thighs and buttocks began to itch, her breasts swelled, and her lower body felt hot, numb, and itchy. The increasingly intense swelling pressed against her vaginal walls, strongly impacting her brain. Her whole body tensed, feeling a warm current surging out of her vagina. Her mouth opened, the intense excitement causing her entire body to tremble uncontrollably, her shoulders shaking violently. She ended up holding him tightly in her arms, her whole body trembling violently.

The taxi stopped at an inopportune moment; they had arrived at Yao Yao's place. She hurriedly tossed over ten yuan, not even daring to look at the driver, and got out of the car with Zeng Kun in her arms.

Only after getting out of the car did she realize how heavy a drunk person was, and her legs, still weak from her recent orgasm, felt limp. As the taxi drove away, she felt her own powerlessness.

Neither of them knew how they got into Yao Yao's place; she only knew that after opening the door, they both collapsed to the floor. Zeng Kun was still fast asleep, sleeping so deeply, completely unaware of his surroundings. Yao Yao nestled tightly against him, pressing her body against his—she was completely lost in her own world, unsure whether she was drunk or sober.

In her hazy state, Yao Yao tried to drift off to sleep, but the thought of her Prince Charming leaving for Yunnan in a week, that distant land of colorful clouds, and the thought that perhaps after tonight, he would never belong to her again, made her realize her true nature.

She pulled herself together, half-carrying, half-dragging Zeng Kun into the bathroom. She wanted to wash away the sweat from both of them; she wanted to give her lover a perfect first time!

Perhaps this was love—it made people strong, made them abandon everything else and emotions, focusing only on their loved one, yet it also made them confused

, completely lost. **************** ...

She felt her heart pounding wildly, as if it were about to leap out of her chest, and her face burned like fire.

With trembling hands, Yao Yao forcefully lifted Zeng Kun's body and gently pulled down his athletic shorts. To her surprise, Zeng Kun wasn't wearing underwear at all; his penis sprang out, its masculine scent filling the air and making her heart race even faster.

This was the first time Yao Yao had ever seen an adult male's penis. How could it be so different from a child's? Dark, hard, and throbbing there as if in a defiant manner.

Yao Yao helped Zeng Kun lean against the wall, then sat up and slowly took off her tight pink sportswear. Her firm breasts immediately sprang out like a pair of jade rabbits. Her breasts were so perky, with pink nipples and snow-white breasts, creating a striking contrast with her bronze body. The Creator was truly wondrous; what divine craftsmanship could create such captivating perfection? Unfortunately, Zeng Kun was still asleep and hadn't witnessed this beautiful sight.

Yao Yao gently stroked her breasts; she had always been proud of her figure. In the school dormitory, her roommates often talked and compared her, and she was always the envy of others. Her female classmates always asked her how she had developed such perfect breasts, especially her upturned nipples.

Yao Yao's hand reached for the zipper on the side of her skirt. "Sizzle..." The zipper opened, and the skirt was lifted from the hem upwards, gradually revealing her white panties. The lace trim on the edge of her panties stood out starkly against her snow-white thighs. Her short skirt slowly slipped down from the bottom.

The moment the skirt left her body, she was left only in her panties, her alluring curves fully exposed. Whether from sweat or the vaginal fluids she had released in the taxi, the white panties were so sheer that one could vaguely see her slightly raised mons pubis and glossy black pubic hair.

Her wild, bronze skin, her cone-shaped, erect breasts, her smooth, graceful lines, and her two tender, alluring nipples revealed the fullness of a young woman's figure. The raised mons pubis and glossy black pubic hair beneath her panties—the most private and precious part of a woman's body—were simply exquisite!

At that moment, her heart suddenly raced. With each rise and fall, her full, firm, and smooth breasts, like budding flowers, shyly peeked out. At the center of these delicate breasts, a pair of small, exquisite, crystal-clear, and incomparably rosy nipples stood proudly erect.

Her face was dignified and beautiful, exuding a captivating charm; her skin was smooth and delicate, her mature body full and alluring; her proudly erect breasts were full of mature allure; her rounded, pert, and white buttocks, and her long, shapely legs were perfectly proportioned.

Yao Yao tried to regulate her breathing and slowly stood up. Immediately, a stunningly beautiful woman appeared in the large mirror on the wall. Her cloud-like black hair flowed freely, revealing a forehead of white jade, two delicately arched eyebrows, eyes as deep as autumn water and as beautiful as stars, a slightly upturned nose, sexy red lips, and a smooth chin—all breathtakingly beautiful and alluring. She was truly a beauty that could topple kingdoms and shame the moon and flowers.

Her delicate, snow-white breasts, like jade peaches, trembled slightly. The hemispherical peaks were large and pointed, with exceptionally soft lines. The skin there was exceptionally white, smooth and delicate, shimmering with a white glow. The pointed nipples were slightly upturned, the two small, round, rosy points on top like two blooming red plum blossoms proudly standing under the dazzling lights in a snowstorm.

Years of physical activity had left her with not an ounce of excess fat, a slender figure, and beautifully proportioned curves, as if meticulously sculpted. Her tiny waist, easily encircled by a single hand, flowed downwards, forming two beautiful arcs with her fair and full hips. A lovely navel nestled on her smooth abdomen; further down, the alluring petals of her pubic hair, a tempting sight, peeked shyly from within her beautiful garden.

Turning on the hot water, Yao Yao carefully began to wash Zeng Kun, gently wiping him with a towel, as tender as a newlywed wife. But her groom was leaving in a week, to that distant, perhaps unattainable place. Unexpectedly, she suddenly recalled a line from a poem: "I remember our first meeting in the bridal chamber, we were destined to be together forever. Who could have foreseen that our brief, joyful reunion would turn into the sorrow of parting?" Tears unexpectedly streamed down her face, mingling with the bath soap foam as they rolled down Zeng Kun's body.

She gently washed every inch of her lover's body, then tenderly dried him before half-carrying, half-helping him into the bedroom and placing him on her fragrant bed.

Back in the bathroom, she meticulously washed herself, more carefully and thoroughly than ever before, determined to be the most perfect bride in the world!

Without her lover by her side, she began to question her decision. Her mother's teachings echoed in her ears: "Whatever you've decided on, you must resolutely pursue it, especially when you meet your true love. Perhaps love only comes once."

Gazing at her lover's erect penis, her heart pounded again. She gently reached out her trembling left hand and grasped his throbbing member, feeling its heat and power.

This was hers, all of this belonged to her, at least for this moment! But what about a week from now? Who would her lover be then? Perhaps the most important thing now was to do well today.

Gently aiming at the entrance to her garden, she slowly sat down. There was no pain as described in the book, only a feeling of fullness filling every cell of her body. So this was the feeling of love! Love is being in me, me in you; love is being possessed, the feeling of being possessed in both mind and body!

She tried to wiggle her rounded hips slightly, the huge penis gently rubbing against her inside. The heat returned to her mind, the itchy sensation returned to her buttocks, and a feeling of fullness, happiness, excitement, and a slight sense of disorientation enveloped her.

Driven by instinct, she twisted her waist faster, allowing the penis to grind deeper and faster against her cervix, letting wave after wave of pleasure wash over her. That ever-increasing feeling of expansion returned, her whole body tensed, her upper body suddenly leaning forward, her hands tightly embracing Zeng Kun's head, her legs stretched straight, feeling a warm current gushing out of her vagina. Her mouth was open, the intense excitement making her whole body tremble uncontrollably...

So this is what it feels like to be a woman. From today onwards, I am no longer a girl! I am a woman!

Yao Yao's heart suddenly felt very chaotic, unsure whether it was happiness, sadness, or some other emotion. Two lines of clear tears flowed uncontrollably as she quietly gazed at her lover, savoring the afterglow of her orgasm.

Holding him tightly, the two of them so close, she should be happy, but why was she crying?

Even she herself didn't know. Perhaps, women really are strange creatures.

Nestled beside her lover, she felt a security she had never known before. Her thoughts drifted far, far away, as if she were thinking of nothing at all, as if only she and her lover existed in the world, and nothing else existed, or was irrelevant to her.

His sharply defined face was so handsome, especially his straight nose, so strikingly beautiful. She'd read that people with prominent noses have particularly strong sexual abilities; was that true? Oh well, what was she thinking about? Why did her thoughts keep wandering back to this? Was it true that "which young girl doesn't dream of love?"

A wave of weariness washed over her. Was she too tired? No, the training intensity seemed much greater than this before. She didn't want to sleep; she wanted to look at her lover a little longer!

Finally, her eyes closed, and she drifted off to sleep. She slept so peacefully, so sweetly.

In her dream, she seemed to see countless flowers, and she and he chased and played among them. Then, they fell together in the flowers, his kisses so long, so sweet. He took out his large penis and pressed it against himself. Oh God, was it coming again? Was it going to be that overwhelming pleasure of lovemaking again ?

********** ... The woman he admired lay naked beside him, her legs crossed, her smooth, white buttocks contrasting sharply with the rest of her skin. A few playful pubic hairs peeked out from between her thighs, defiantly eyeing Zeng Kun. Her light brown anus resembled a smiling dimple, full of provocative allure. The pink cleft was faintly visible due to the angle, seemingly still glistening with vaginal fluid, reflecting a mysterious sheen. His touch was on her alabaster skin, and his gaze fell upon her delicate face, still radiant with the afterglow of her orgasm. Any man without physical problems would react strongly, let alone Zeng Kun, who was in the prime of his life. So he embraced her, kissing her luscious red lips with boundless tenderness.

In her dream, Yao Yao responded passionately, which fueled his lust even more. Unable to contain his desire any longer, he mounted her and thrust his spear into her.

At that moment, Yao Yao awoke from her dream, realizing it wasn't a dream—her lover was on top of her, his burning penis between her legs.

Ashamed, she quickly covered her eyes, her voice so soft and languid, almost a seductive tease. Zeng Kun

held her tightly, his fiery kiss landing on her delicate lips.

The kiss was so passionate, so long, until Yao Yao, breathless, collapsed into his arms.

"Brother Kun, you won't blame me for being promiscuous, will you..." Yao Yao murmured softly, "You are my first, and you will be my only one... Brother Kun, I love you!" Looking at the beauty's expectant eyes, Zeng Kun burst out laughing: "Moon-like face, icy skin, fragrant and delicate, a new romance called the Eastern Lord's intention" (from Yan Jidao's "Xiaoshan Ci," revised by the author). As he spoke, he stroked her flower-like face and water-like skin.

Slowly, his hand moved between her legs, gently opening them, completely exposing her vulva to the air. Pink labia peeked out from her dark pubic hair, opening and closing, gently releasing a drop of clear dew.

"Hehe, when the colorful buds bloom, they are not afraid of the heavy morning chill" (from Yan Jidao's "Xiaoshan Ci," revised by the author).

Yao Yao suddenly lowered her raised right leg, pressing it tightly together, "Brother Kun... you're so naughty, laughing at me..." She hugged Zeng Kun's head and gave him a sweet kiss.

Another passionate embrace began…

“Kun-ge, why do you insist on going to Yunnan?” Yao Yao leaned closer to Zeng Kun. “Why don’t you go to Hangzhou? Wouldn’t it be better there?” “I will go, but not now. Right now, I wouldn’t have any competitive advantage in Hangzhou. I’m more likely to realize my dreams in Yunnan.” “But you don’t need to go to such a remote place…” “You’ll understand later.” Zeng Kun gently stroked the beauty’s nipple.

A person without ambition can never achieve great things, but is a person with lofty aspirations guaranteed to achieve great things? How can one turn dreams into reality? Zeng Kun already had a conclusion in his heart.

It was wisdom, courage, and of course, a little bit of luck.

A person’s wisdom is not measured by momentary cleverness, but by great wisdom; not by gains and losses in a short time, but by the distant future. To achieve great things, one cannot be too concerned with temporary gains and losses! But could she understand all this?

Suddenly, he recalled a saying, "If a person tries to explain something to a woman, he's either too patient or too foolish." Thinking of this, a slight smile crept onto his lips, and his fingers, which were gently pinching her nipple, unconsciously tightened. Yao Yao couldn't help but let out a soft moan.

In his view, making the right choice was a sign of wisdom. Rather than fighting tooth and nail in the highly competitive Yangtze River Delta region, it was better to go somewhere where he could better showcase his talents, and perhaps it would be a better choice to go there when he was stronger!

July's heat intensified, and dusk fell again.

The rosy sunset reflected on Yao Yao's slightly flushed face. The campus woods had always been a paradise for lovers.

For the past week, they had spent their time whispering sweet nothings under the moonlit flowers, seizing every opportunity to make love in their love nest. After a week of passionate intimacy, Yao Yao's body had become extremely sensitive. Sometimes, just a glance or a tight embrace could cause her secretions to increase dramatically, and she would gasp softly.

Moreover, Zeng Kun's demonic hands had now slipped under her skirt and entered her private parts. His index finger had already pried open her panties and slipped into her overflowing, wet vagina. A blush rose on her face, making the blush even redder and her face even more radiant…

The world seemed to blur, everything ceased to exist, except for the lovers' deep kisses and sweet words, and that finger constantly moving in and out of her vagina.

"Brother Kun, do you love me?" "I love you." These three words are the most pale, the most powerless, yet the most capable of moving a woman.

Why do women always love to hear these most illusory things? Everyone says men are too sweet-talking, but who can deny that it's actually women who force it? If there were no buyer's market, perhaps no merchants would produce anything?

"Nothing in life is more affectionate than the river, which is not deep and the mountains are not heavy" (from Zhang Xian's Complete Collection of Poems, "Magnolia Flower. Farewell to Sun Gongsu in Anlu", revised by the editor). Zeng Kun stopped stirring his fingers in Yao Yao's vagina, gently caressed Yao Yao's right breast with his left hand, and gazed at the sky with deep affection and a thoughtful expression.

"I love you too. If only you wouldn't leave..." Yao Yao leaned closer to Zeng Kun's broad chest. "If only we could never be apart." She remembered that dream filled with flowers—a field of blossoms, him and she playing and kissing...

"Yao Yao, I don't want to be apart from you either, but we at least need to survive. Only by surviving better can we have the life we want, don't you think?..." The rest of his words were inaudible, only the sound of their lips meeting...

"Ah...the feeling of doing this...so good...so comfortable..." Zeng Kun thrust his hips forward forcefully, the force so great that his large, round glans slammed heavily against her clitoris, causing Yao Yao to groan! His penis entered her plump vagina, and his left hand gripped Yao Yao's slender waist tightly. His hips began to sway from side to side, thrusting and pulling, relentlessly and wildly penetrating her!

Yao Yao stood with her legs on the ground, her left leg raised high. This position caused her vaginal muscles to tighten, preventing her vagina from opening too wide. Therefore, her plump, pink vulva appeared quite narrow, and Zeng Kun's strong, hard penis was inserted to the very root into her small opening. She felt her vaginal walls were completely filled and stretched, which was extremely stimulating. She involuntarily twisted her hips in response.

At first, the two were not yet skilled in this position and could only coordinate with gentle twists and slow thrusts. After a while, their desire surged again. Due to their mutual lust, the speed of their thrusts and the rhythmic twisting of their hips suddenly increased. Yao Yao's cheeks flushed red, her expression wanton, and she moaned repeatedly.

Waves of pleasurable sensations from her vagina caused gushing streams of vaginal fluid to gush out, flowing down his large penis and soaking Zeng Kun's pubic hair. He felt incredibly lubricated inside her, so he thrust his hips even more violently, his labia opening and closing with a soft, wet sound.

Yao Yao wrapped her arms around Zeng Kun's neck, her right foot on the ground, her left foot held up by Zeng Kun's right hand. Her two snow-white mounds of flesh were pressed tightly against Zeng Kun's strong body, her clitoris being rapidly stimulated by his large glans, making her feel like she was flying to heaven, her soul almost leaving her body.

"Ah...darling...I have no strength left...ouch...you're hitting my clitoris again...uh...you're so naughty...oh...hum..." Standing on one leg for too long was really too much for Yao Yao to bear. Every time her right leg went weak, her knee bent forward and her body sank, her clitoris was stimulated until her whole body went numb, causing her to tremble, her eyebrows furrowed, her mouth wide open, and she cried out incessantly.

Seeing her insatiable thirst, seemingly with the superiority of a conqueror,

Zeng Kun reached out and forcefully lifted her jade-like feet off the ground. Yao Yao, like a monkey climbing a tree, tightly wrapped her arms around Zeng Kun's neck, her two pink legs hooked around his waist, her tender and smooth body clinging to him. His

erect, thick penis plunged straight into her vagina, while Zeng Kun's strong arms embraced her smooth and delicate buttocks, his legs firmly planted on the ground.

"Oh...husband...this position...it's killing me...hum...oh...oh...oh

..." Yao Yao, already aroused, was further stimulated by this special position and Zeng Kun's strong penis thrusting in and out, causing her desire to overflow. Her snow-white buttocks swayed up and down incessantly, and her buttocks sank down forcefully. Although the heavy penetration of his penis into her vagina made her face flush even redder and caused her slight pain, she experienced pleasure throughout her body and a bone-deep comfort.

"Oh...good...so good...so good...oh...I feel so good..." Knowing that Yao Yao was about to climax, he quickly hugged her body, turned and walked to the edge of the bed. When he reached the bedside, he leaned over and pressed his upper body against hers, lifting her plump buttocks high in the air with his hands, thrusting his penis even harder, and pressing his large penis against the center of her vagina, grinding and rotating it fiercely.

His large glans thrust into her flower-like center, penetrating her spring cave. Her hair was disheveled, she panted heavily, her hands gripping the sheets tightly. Her appearance, a mixture of unbearable pleasure and alluring charm, drove him wild with lust, making his soul soar to the heavens. Suddenly: "Ah... Brother... Hmm... Ugh... Fuck me... Fuck me... Ugh... Faster... Fuck me... I'm going to die...

Ah... I'm dying..." Her uterus contracted strongly, and waves of hot vaginal fluid gushed out, accompanied by sharp cries. Even through the rubber sheath, Zeng Kun could feel the stimulation from the thick, hot vaginal fluid.

Feeling a tingling numbness in his lower back, he struggled a few more times, then his glans went numb, his lower back contracted, and a gush of hot semen shot out from his glans.

Tomorrow they would part, and the two of them indulged themselves so wantonly. This was already the umpteenth position, the umpteenth orgasm!

Parting is imminent, and who knows when we'll meet again; parting has always been painful for those with deep feelings (from Liu Yong's "Rainy Night Bell," revised by the editor), when will I return...

? ****************

... Yes, "Separation only brings dreams of reunion" (from Zhang Xian's Complete Works of the Song Dynasty, "Magnolia Flower and Sun Gongsu's Farewell to Anlu," revised by the editor), her lover has gone far away to the south of Yunnan, "Tonight, who will share the moon and wind with me?" The train has gradually moved further and further away until it can no longer be seen. The departing train has taken away her lover, and also her young and passionate heart. She wiped away the clear tears on her cheeks, bit her lip, and walked towards the exit... "Grandpa, hello, where are you going?" Zeng Kun greeted the old man in the lower berth opposite her. "Oh, to Yunnan, young man, where are you going?" The old man was vigorous, kind but with a touch of authority. "What a coincidence, I'm also going to Yunnan!" Zeng Kun said with a smile. "Grandpa, if you need any help, just let me know. I'm a young man, my legs are better." "Young man, are you a student?" The old man smiled and patted his legs. "My legs are fine too." "Yes, I just graduated and am going to work in Yunnan. I'm responding to the national call to support the development of the west." "Hehe, there aren't many young men like you these days." The train traveled southwest, and the two men gradually had more to talk about. In the loneliness of the journey, having a travel companion to talk to was a good thing. Perhaps it was the loneliness of the journey that made people more likely to get closer? Before they knew it, the train had been traveling for nearly ten hours. Zeng Kun told the old man about his experience of working part-time while studying, the hardships and difficulties he faced while working, and the joy of studying. The old man listened with great interest. Later, he even told him about sifting sand by the highway, carrying goods at the dock, and shining shoes under the overpass. As darkness fell, the old man invited Zeng Kun to eat in the dining car. Although he wasn't well-off, he couldn't bear to refuse the old man's invitation. "Ah, it's so late, shouldn't we eat?" A lazy yet clear voice came from the upper bunk opposite him. Then came a beautiful, ethereal face. Judging from the voice, she had clearly just woken up, but her face showed no signs of sleepiness. Her bright, almond-shaped eyes were large and expressive. Her face, unadorned, gave Zeng Kun a stunning impression. "A naturally delicate face, without the need for rouge or paint. Like autumn waters (from Liu Yong's 'Yuchi Cup', revised by the editor)." Yet, "a delicate fragrance and radiant beauty bestowed by heaven," "a beauty surpassing even the most adorned with powder" (from Liu Yong's 'Shen En Shen' and 'Xie Chi Chun Man', revised by the editor). His heartstrings trembled suddenly; subconsciously, he felt a strange entanglement with her, but this thought vanished in an instant. In the brief moment he was stunned, the girl had already jumped down from the upper bunk. A white collarless t-shirt with light pink undertones clung to her upper body, making her figure even more shapely. Her light blue jeans looked faded from washing, further highlighting her graceful and spirited appearance. She slipped on a pair of white sneakers, and when she stood up, she was half a head taller than Zeng Kun. "Are you going to eat? Count me in, it's more fun when we're all together." Her standard Mandarin made it impossible to tell where she was from. "Hehe, okay, let's go together then." The old man seemed to also have a good impression of this beautiful girl and took the lead in walking out. The girl followed closely behind the old man, intentionally or unintentionally shielding Zeng Kun behind her. Walking at the back, Zeng Kun noticed that the girl didn't have long, flowing hair like most young and beautiful girls; instead, she had short, ear-length hair. But it was precisely this short hair that made her youthful energy even more prominent and vibrant. Her long, slender legs and pert buttocks, tightly encased in jeans, exuded feminine charm. However, her gait wasn't like most women's, swaying and twisting with every step; instead, it was firm and steady, with a subtle rhythm in her movements. If her face was merely stunning, then her long, shapely legs, now displayed before him, could only be described as "perfect"—a masterpiece of nature. He wondered if she was a model; such perfect leg curves were a waste of talent! The three chatted amiably, not like strangers who had met for a few hours, but rather like long-time neighbors traveling together. The older man's occasional witty remarks drew laughter from the two young people. "Young man, heroes aren't afraid of humble origins. As long as you work hard, you'll have your place in the world. I feel a connection with you, so let me give you a piece of advice that might be useful in the future: 'Even the most filthy dung beetle transforms into a cicada to drink dew in the autumn wind; even the most rotten grass becomes a firefly to shine in the summer moon. Thus we know that purity often arises from filth, and brightness often arises from darkness.' (From *Cai Gen Tan*, *Leisure*, revised by the author's note) Don't be insecure about your background. This meal is on you two; eat your fill and then you'll be leaving." The train had entered nighttime, and some passengers in the hard-seat carriages were already tired and dozing off. Zeng Kun and his companions struggled through the swaying aisle of the travelers.

It's truly baffling. To control overcrowding, buses across the country are manned at every level, even exceeding capacity, so why doesn't this apply to trains? A sense of unease, typical of college graduates, welled up in Zeng Kun's mind.

"Thief! Catch the thief!!" Zeng Kun grabbed a thief's vest; the thief was reaching for a sleeping passenger's phone case, about to succeed!

"You little brat, you're fucking asking for it!" Since when have criminals been so brazen and self-righteous? The world is going to the dogs, people's hearts are no longer what they used to be.

Zeng Kun instinctively blocked the thief's punch. "I'll teach you a lesson you won't forget!" Enraged, the thief pulled out a dagger from somewhere and stabbed Zeng Kun in the stomach…

Oh no, I finally understand why Mr. Lu Xun said the Chinese are numb, but is this understanding too late? He's so young, with so many ambitions yet to be realized; have all these years of effort gone to waste?

Unexpectedly, that familiar and kind face appeared before him. Why, why couldn't he forget?

Because the attack was so fast and the carriage was so crowded, he had no room to dodge. Behind him was Ms. Tang, whom he had just met; there was nowhere to retreat!

At this critical moment, a sneaker kicked the hand holding the dagger, and the hand and knife were stomped onto the back of the seat.

The rest followed naturally. Zeng Kun disarmed the thief, and together they subdued him. The train police arrived at the opportune moment, and the passengers, as usual, watched. Even the person whose phone was stolen watched coldly, as if it had nothing to do with him!

"I really didn't realize you were so capable! What do you do for a living?" After that terrifying moment, Zeng Kun couldn't sleep anymore. He tried to talk to Ms. Tang, though he felt it might be a bit abrupt. But given the pleasant atmosphere at dinner and his curiosity, he asked anyway.

“Hehe, what’s so strange about that? I’m a Taekwondo instructor,” Tang said, seemingly unperturbed. “I’m a third-degree black belt.” “Impressive! You practice Taekwondo. Teach me sometime.” “Sure, I’ll definitely teach you sometime. You seem quite agile.” The two young people chatted casually. Zeng Kun finally learned that her name was Tang Wan, that she studied Taekwondo in school, and that she ran a Taekwondo gym in Beijing to make a living.

The old man, on the other hand, hadn’t said a word since returning. He lay down on the bed and fell asleep, seemingly unconcerned about what had just happened or the young people’s conversation. While the two young people were chatting animatedly, he had already fallen into a deep sleep.

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3. Regarding the progress, due to my health not being very good, I cannot guarantee the normal progress of writing. I sincerely apologize to everyone. Also, since this is the beginning of the article, there are many foreshadowing elements for later plot developments that need to be arranged, but I will do my best, and I hope everyone can trust me.

4. Regarding the length of the article, you can have it longer if you wish, but I still prefer to use the most concise language to express the necessary content. Rambling language can lengthen the article, but that kind of length seems meaningless. What do you think? 5. For

the sake of neatness and readability, all the classical Chinese annotations are placed at the end of each chapter.

********** ... Saying goodbye to the train, and also to the old man and Tang Wan: "Grandpa, are you almost home?" "I'm here to see an old friend I haven't seen in years." The old man seemed thoughtful. "Young man, have a safe journey." "Brother Zeng, see you again someday." Tang Wan also smiled and said goodbye. The long train ride, coupled with his heightened senses, left him somewhat dazed. Stepping out of the station, Zeng Kun let out a long sigh towards the sun. The square was bustling with people, everyone hurrying along. A traveler ahead of him casually tossed a wad of tissue on the ground. Zeng Kun frowned slightly, but looking around, he couldn't see anywhere to dispose of trash, nor any signs or posters about not littering or spitting. While we all complain about the low quality of our citizens, while we preach patriotism every day, have we truly asked ourselves what we've done to improve the quality of our citizens? Even just a tiny bit? The great cause of national rejuvenation does not rely on heart-wrenching accusations or grandiloquent speeches, but on every single concrete action, however small, taken by each and every one of our compatriots. Accumulation leads to explosive growth! The bus didn't run until the afternoon, so Zeng Kun chose a small restaurant a little far from the station and ordered a bowl of rice noodles. It's said that Yunnan's Crossing-the-Bridge Rice Noodles have a beautiful love story associated with them. Could he also find such a virtuous and beautiful girl? Had he already possessed her but quietly given her up? That beautiful hometown, that beautiful girl, and the wonderful times they spent together. And Yao Yao? The passionate, deep kiss at parting, the tearful eyes on the platform, and that week of frenzy—how could he possibly let go of all of this? Was his initial decision a mistake? Disposable wooden chopsticks—why disposable chopsticks again? How much forest resource do we have left to cut down? Why, knowing it's a huge waste of resources, do so many restaurants still provide them, and so many diners use them with a clear conscience? Why can't we explicitly ban it or provide recycling? While we use these disposable wooden chopsticks with a clear conscience, have we ever thought about what we're leaving for future generations? Many years later, when our descendants ask, "Where have China's forests gone?", we can only sadly say, "We turned our forests into chopsticks..." Japan invented disposable chopsticks, yet it has one of the highest forest cover rates in the world. Despite this, Japan has not cut down its own trees.

The raw materials for their disposable chopsticks come from China, a vast and resource-rich country. Does China's forest resource seem inexhaustible? In fact, China's forest coverage is less than 14%, yet it is a major exporter of disposable chopsticks. Based on China's current annual production of approximately 45 billion pairs of disposable chopsticks, 25 million trees need to be felled. At this rate, China may have to cut down all its forests within 20 years.

I truly don't understand why, despite the repeated and painful retaliation from nature, disposable chopsticks continue to be produced and used unabated. Why sacrifice environmental destruction and our own home for temporary convenience? We must understand that what the Chinese people are losing is not just disposable chopsticks, but the very foundation of their survival, ecological balance, and environmental awareness!

A nation with a weak or even lost environmental awareness is not far from its demise. May the tragedy of the ancient Loulan Kingdom's destruction never be repeated, and may the warning that "the last drop of water for humanity will be the tears of regret for destroying the environment" never become a reality.

Having eaten his fill, Zeng Kun, feeling utterly bored, returned to the bus station square. Only then did he feel waves of weariness wash over him. Just as he was wondering how to kill the three hours, a middle-aged woman approached.

"Young man, want to rest? Ten yuan a berth." Who says there's no such thing as a free lunch these days? Zeng Kun suddenly felt like a parched land receiving rain, like meeting an old friend in a foreign land.

So, Zeng Kun followed the woman into the basement of the station square. The middle-aged woman then handed Zeng Kun over to another woman, who led him into a small room of about two square meters, and then left.

The room was dark and gloomy, containing only a half-meter-wide object that looked like it hadn't been cleaned in a long time. Zeng Kun put down his bag and lay down—it was only ten yuan, so he didn't care too much.

A young woman brought in two glasses of wine. Because the room was dimly lit, her face was difficult to see clearly, but she appeared fairly pretty, of medium build, and extremely thin. Her tight top made her breasts stand out prominently, even swaying as she walked. She truly had the air of being "skin and bones," but she was too thin, lacking the youthful vibrancy of a young woman; she was "thin as a withered branch."

Zeng Kun, who was dozing off, heard the door open and saw a pair of bulging breasts before him. "Boss, your red wine." "You drink it, I want to sleep for a while." Zeng Kun didn't even want to look up.

"Let's drink together~" Having been through so much, yet feigning innocence, Zeng Kun couldn't help but get goosebumps.

"Come on, it's more fun with two people." Why does she always make me drink? Is there something in the wine? Could it be "methamphetamine"? Forget it, it's safer not to drink.

Zeng Kun squinted and frowned.

"Then will you buy me a drink?" The woman still smiled, and when Zeng Kun nodded, she said, "Then I'll drink it..." She

glanced at Zeng Kun again, "I really drank it?..." Seeing Zeng Kun's impatient look, she finally downed the drink in her glass.

"Boss, you seem so tired. Let me give you a massage." Without waiting for a reply, she grabbed Zeng Kun's arm and began to knead it, intentionally or unintentionally brushing Zeng Kun's hand over her ample breasts.

"Boss, you're not a local? Doing business here?" The woman skillfully sat down next to Zeng Kun, without making a sound.

Zeng Kun leaned back a little, "Oh, out for some fun." Because the place was too small, Zeng Kun could only turn to the side.

The woman leaned down and pulled Zeng Kun's left hand to her waist. The touch was completely devoid of Yao Yao's elasticity, "so thin it's hard to bear the weight," "so thin it's like jade bones."

"What are you doing?" Zeng Kun instinctively grabbed the woman's hand as it reached into his pocket.

"Your business card, let's get acquainted." "I'm just a laborer, what business card do I have?" Zeng Kun shifted slightly. "And you, miss?" "Call me Ah Hong." "What's your surname, miss? I think it's better to use your surname." "Boss, you're really something, speaking so formally." Ah Hong gave him an even more alluring smile. "My surname is Liang. You're not a reporter, are you?" "What does it matter if I'm a reporter or not?" Zeng Kun was getting impatient; he hadn't had a proper night's sleep in a long time. "Miss, could you let me get some sleep? Could you please leave for a bit?" "Sure, then pay the tip." "What?" Zeng Kun was confused; this was the first time he'd ever encountered someone demanding a tip.

"Is it mandatory?" Zeng Kun was still somewhat doubtful.

"Of course, look where you are." Zeng Kun really wanted to get some sleep and didn't want to argue with her anymore. He took out a ten-yuan note from his pocket—it was money he'd earned through hard work—and felt a little reluctant to part with it. He ran his hand over the note a couple of times before giving it to Ah Hong.

"Wow, that's a big one!" Her exaggerated voice was full of sarcasm. "Then you can pay for the bill here too." Zeng Kun took out another ten-yuan note and placed it on the table.

"Do I need to give you change?" A look of disdain, a mocking smile playing on her lips. "Is this all you're going to give a beggar?"

"Didn't we agree on ten yuan per bed?" Zeng Kun's anger surged, finally understanding why people always say prostitutes are heartless. "Watch your mouth." "I'm so scared, you're so powerful." From under a stack of tattered magazines in the corner, she pulled out a laminated card. "Red wine 40 yuan per glass, tea 10 yuan per cup, TV fee 30 yuan per person, room fee 10 yuan, totaling 130 yuan." Ah Hong pointed to the wine glasses on the table, a glass of water that had been there unnoticed, and of course, the television she hadn't noticed.

"You, you're robbing me! Is this how you charge? Have your prices been approved by the price bureau?" All sleepiness vanished; Zeng Kun was now practically bursting with rage!

"Hehe, you called a prostitute but don't want to pay? You're quite something, young man." Ah Hong still had a mocking look on her face. "Fine, I'll call our manager. Go ahead and use your skills on him." With that, she walked out, dramatically swaying her not-so-ample buttocks

as she turned her back, leaving Zeng Kun with a furious expression. **************** ... Drunk on wine in the empty mountains at night, the flute's cry echoes through the frosty night. Turning back, the grotto is still dark, but the journey to Jiangnan stretches far and wide, a thousand post stations away. The east wind disperses the wine, the moon sets, and the sea and mountains float on the blue sky.

② Thin as a withered branch: From Zhang Shufang's Song Dynasty poem "Full Road Flowers (Winter)": My robe is still wet, and the snow is desolate again. I want to sleep but cannot, and there is no news. Bamboo leaves before the window are broken by the fierce wind. My cold clothes are too weak to bear, and I have a longing heart, hoping for the arrival of spring. The lonely lamp shines alone, and I recite each word with blood. Only the plum blossom knows the bitterness, and its fragrance comes to greet me. A thousand kinds of sorrow are brought to my heart. It is more intense than the frost and wind. Thin as a withered branch, who can I tell my story to?

③ Thin and frail, unable to bear the emaciation: From Quan Wuran's Song Dynasty poem "The Night Cry of the Crow": Washed clean of the filth of makeup, her jade face naturally glows with a light red. After the silent snow and moon at dusk, she has a different kind of beauty. Thin and frail, unable to bear the emaciation, her fragrance is cold and not as lush as her beauty. Together we climb high, yet our eyes are dazzled by the sights; the vibrant colors of spring are but fleeting pleasures.

④ "Her jade-like bones are thin and frail, not a handful": This is from Guo Shimo's Song Dynasty poem "Nian Nu Jiao" (念奴娇). The full text reads: "The gentle breeze turns the orchids, spreading their fragrance; The city is filled with drifting catkins. The Golden Valley Tower stands high above the distant mountains, a few graceful trees stand amidst the mist. Withered flowers on the branches, like rouge scattered on the ground, fall in disarray like red rain. Youth is fading, where is the sound of the jade flute now? For no reason, Heaven bestowed upon her such beauty, a parrot on the curtain hook, her dream broken, only to hear her lingering words. Her jade-like bones are thin and frail, not a handful; she holds up her silk robe to look at it. North and south of the river, after Qu Yuan's departure, who will gather the duckweed flowers? The fragrance fades, the clouds disperse, her broken soul entrusted to the receding tide."

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"Brother Wei, it's this kid, so arrogant!" Ah Hong leaned against Brother Wei in a coquettish voice, then turned to Zeng Kun and glared fiercely, "You brat, don't you even know where you are? Who dares to cause trouble on Brother Wei's turf!" Brother Wei patted Ah Hong, and she wisely shut her mouth. "I'm in business. Since you've patted me here, of course you have to pay, right?" He clearly had the air of a nouveau riche, but he insisted on acting like a big brother. "Look, we have clearly marked prices here... If you have any objections, you can say so before you pay... Why be so arrogant to a lady?" "I haven't seen any of your so-called clearly marked prices, and I haven't touched you, lady, even once!" Zeng Kun's anger flared even more because he couldn't stand his sarcastic attitude.

"Oh, you think you're right! Trying to freeload! Don't you even know where you are!" He threw the beer can in his hand at him with a thud.

Zeng Kun hadn't expected him to attack so suddenly. The beer can smashed directly onto his forehead, and blood immediately gushed out. Before he could react, two burly men rushed up from behind Wei Ge. One delivered a knee strike to his abdomen, while the other punched him squarely in the nose as he bent over. The two worked together flawlessly. Tears, blood, and saliva all streamed down Zeng Kun's face at once, and he flew through the air, crashing heavily onto the bed.

"Look at you two! How many times have I told you not to be violent? We're business people, we make money peacefully..." Wei Ge walked over sinisterly and rubbed Zeng Kun's face with his foot. "Young man, what do you say? Oh...

why are you so angry?" At this moment, Ah Hong had already taken out Zeng Kun's wallet: "So you're a poor wretch, no money and still so angry?" She pulled out all three hundred-yuan bills from the wallet and handed them to Wei Ge, then threw the rest of the change and the wallet at Zeng Kun's face.

"I, Wei Xiaojin, always run a legitimate business. Prices are clearly marked, and I never overcharge." Wei Xiaojin calmly sat down at the coffee table, took out a RMB note and waved it in front of Zeng Kun. "This is your bill here. Considering you're having a hard time traveling, I'll give you a discount; I'll only charge you 100." He then waved two more notes. "This is for the prostitute. Two hundred for such a beautiful girl isn't expensive, is it?" Saying this, he grabbed Ah Hong by the neck and gently stroked her face.

"Go to hell!" Zeng Kun suddenly jumped up and lunged at Wei Xiaojin, but was kicked back. Two burly men then proceeded to kick and stomp on him.

"What's wrong with you two? How many times have I told you?! Don't be violent towards our customers!"

Hearing Wei Xiaojin's words, the two men lifted Zeng Kun up and slammed him onto the coffee table, facing Wei Xiaojin.

Wei Xiaojin swept the money across Zeng Kun's face: "You say you didn't touch her? Fine, looks like you want me to do it for you, right? Okay, I'll do the hard work then. What can I do? I'm a businessman, I have to satisfy my customers. Considering how hard it is for you to be out here, I won't charge you extra for the work. Hahaha~~~~!" As he spoke, he pressed Ah Hong's head down, and Ah Hong obediently knelt down, gently pressing her face against Wei Xiaojin's crotch and slowly rubbing it. With two fingers of her right hand, she gently unzipped his pants, and with her left hand, she reached inside and stroked his genitals through his underwear, looking completely intoxicated.

Wei Xiaojin's hands weren't idle either. With his left hand, he lifted her skirt. Good heavens, she wasn't wearing anything underneath, only a triangular white mark of her underwear, which contrasted sharply with the slightly dark skin on her legs. Wei Xiaojin's hand easily reached her anus. Ah Hong trembled as her anus was touched. She parted Wei Xiaojin's underwear and pulled out his limp, dark, oily penis. She opened her mouth and took it all in, making sounds like she was eating noodles as she sucked and exhaled.

Wei Xiaojin's left middle finger plunged straight into her, showing no mercy whatsoever. "Ugh..." Ah Hong let out a long cry, whether of pleasure or pain, it was hard to tell. His penis and scrotum were already deep inside her mouth①. Before the cry subsided, his index finger entered her anus without any lubrication or warning. "Ah—it hurts—" Ah Hong's head jerked up, her body arching backward, her snowy buttocks thrusting forward in an attempt to escape the desecration of his fingers, but Wei Xiaojin immediately pressed her head down again. His penis, as if stimulated by something, suddenly became erect, its slender, long shaft breaking through her fragrant lips and tongue, reaching deep into her throat. This sudden insertion made her gag immediately. Wei Xiaojin completely ignored her feelings, his right hand, gripping her hair, moving rapidly up and down, his penis thrusting in and out of her throat and tongue.

"Kid, how was it? Our girl's pretty good, right? You didn't waste those two hundred bucks, did you? Hahaha... I'll thank you for treating me." After a full-speed sprint, Wei Xiaojin released his right hand, letting Ah Hong pant heavily, tears and saliva streaming down her face.

Wei Xiaojin crossed his arms over his chest, enjoying Ah Hong's oral service, and kicked Zeng Kun's face, which was being held down by two people: "Kid, this is how a girl plays, you know!? Hahaha~~~" Ah Hong's face was flushed as she diligently swallowed and spat out his penis, occasionally licking it from the bulging glans to the base of the shaft with the tip of her tongue, making the veins on the shaft bulge even more, and the penis even darker and shinier.

Ah Hong gently clenched her teeth, lightly biting the base of the glans a few times before spitting out the penis. Her target then shifted to the scrotum, taking it entirely into her mouth. Her tongue flicked lightly, the two fleshy mounds rolling up and down inside. Wei Xiaojin suddenly grabbed her breasts forcefully, squeezing the white flesh between his fingers.

"So good! Damn, how come I never noticed you were so talented before?! Kid, those two hundred bucks are definitely worth it!" He squeezed harder with both hands, leaving red marks on her breasts.

Grasping her breasts tightly and pulling hard, Ah Hong obediently straightened up, her fragrant tongue licking along his penis, down his abdomen, all the way to his nipple. She raised her left leg, revealing her dark brown anus to Zeng Kun. Around the bud were even a few pale yellow hairs, and her purplish-black labia majora held a glistening drop of vaginal fluid, like a morning dewdrop, delicate and alluring.

The dark, shiny penis slowly slid into the jade passage saturated with lustful fluids. This process unfolded before Zeng Kun like a slow-motion scene from a movie. Wei Xiaojin lifted Ah Hong's left leg and stepped over Zeng Kun's head, positioning their intertwined genitals facing his face. "Kid, I can't let you down. Here's a live broadcast for you... Hahaha~~"

Ah Hong pushed off the ground with her right foot and the low table with her left, rapidly rising and falling her body to accelerate the speed of the penis's entry and exit from her vagina. With each thrust of the penis into her uterus, a large amount of lustful fluid gushed out from the depths of her peach blossom paradise. For a moment, her moans were high-pitched, and the lustful fluids splashed everywhere, with a few drops landing on Zeng Kun's face. Zeng Kun tightly closed his eyes, refusing to watch this ugly scene, but he couldn't resist Ah Hong's hysterical moans and the sound of the penis entering and exiting her peach blossom. He would open his eyes again and again.

Seeing Zeng Kun watching his performance, Wei Xiaojin became even more licentious. He patted Ah Hong's buttocks from below, signaling her to stand up. He pulled out his penis, pressed Ah Hong down onto the low table, grabbed her waist with his left hand, and lifted her buttocks with his right. His penis, covered in semen, entered Ah Hong's body from behind. Ah Hong let out another high-pitched moan, "Ah...so...so comfortable...fuck, fuck, harder...ah..." "Ah, so good, I never knew your cunt was so good, damn it, I'm going to fuck you every day from now on! Ah...so good..." Wei Xiaojin was already lost in ecstasy, and the two burly men were also attracted by this lewd scene. They released their hands from Zeng Kun's head and reached for their already erect groins, and the hands that were holding his arms loosened their grip.

Taking advantage of their momentary lapse in concentration, Zeng Kun exerted force with his legs and swung his arms violently, breaking free from their grasp

. He then slammed his head against Ah Hong's high, firm breasts, who was on the verge of climax. "Ah..." Ah Hong let out a long hiss, a gush of vaginal fluid gushing from the depths of her paradise, reaching extreme arousal. She and Wei Xiaojin both fell against the wall

. Zeng Kun rushed out the door, fleeing for his life. ********** ... ********** ...

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