【The Fallen Goddess】(04) Author: xxting

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Author: xxting
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Chapter 4: Whether You Love Me or Not, It's the Same

Xia Xiting hadn't slept well for several days. The words of Mr. Li's "assistant" made the kind-hearted girl uneasy.

Xiting had always considered Mr. Li a friend, even after their somewhat inappropriate interactions, she preferred to believe that
Mr. Li was helping her. However, calling an unfamiliar number and having a stranger take her
to meet Mr. Li, who was also a stranger in real life, was something Xiting found difficult to muster the courage to do. Almost
two weeks passed like this, and Mr. Li's QQ remained silent. Xiting's heart pounded, "Could it be
true …

?" A sense of guilt for hurting someone made her afraid to think any further. More than a month passed...
There was still no news on QQ. Xiting could almost hear Mr. Li lamenting his heartlessness to his assistant, but
so much time had passed, and calling again was even more unrealistic. This matter had become a needle hidden in cotton,
pricking Xiting's heart every time she unintentionally thought about it.

Chen Ming was still very busy, only able to have meals with Xiting occasionally. However, the two still tried every means to find opportunities
for intimacy once or twice a week, whether it was going to a hotel or experiencing the thrill of outdoor sex in the woods late at night . As long as they could be together, Xiting didn't mind. With the increase in the frequency of sex, the sexual desire
within Xia Xiting's body...
Her desires were gradually awakened, and sometimes she couldn't resist asking Chen Ming for things. This change filled
Chen Ming with surprise and a sense of accomplishment. Qian Ting also gradually accepted some of the tricks Chen Ming played, such as
watching AVs while having sex, or the 69 position, or wearing stockings and high heels in bed. The two called each other husband and wife,
their sweet intimacy making Qian Ting even more convinced of what President Li had told her before. However, fate is unpredictable. Just
as Qian Ting was full of anticipation for a bright future with Chen Ming, he brought some bad news,
immediately casting a shadow over her beautiful dreams.

"My parents consulted my uncle, and he has a very good relationship with a professor at Cornell University in the US. He plans to
contact me to study for a master's degree, with a full scholarship..." Chen Ming said boldly. Qian Ting's heart sank. "You're
going abroad? When?" "Middle of next year." "Oh..." Qian Ting turned her face away, her nose tingling,
her eyes slightly moist. "You know it's not easy for engineering students from our school to go abroad, this opportunity is really rare...

Moreover, Cornell is a very good school for computer science in the United States, and you will have a great
advantage

..." Chen Ming's somewhat out-of-control explanation made it difficult for Qian Ting to listen to every word. She turned to Chen Ming and asked, "
When did your parents help you make the contact?" "

Well... I just asked them when they went to the US during summer vacation.

" "So you already knew?"

"Yeah..."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I hadn't decided yet."

"So you've decided now?"

"...No, I just wanted to discuss it with you..."

"I didn't feel like you were discussing it with me..."

"Actually, you could have an F2 visa, we could go together. Even if it doesn't work out, it's only a few years, it'll be
over . I'll definitely go back to China..."

"We'll see. I'm a little tired, I'm going back now."

When Qianting returned to her dorm, her roommates immediately noticed her slightly red eyes. "Come on, did you two have a fight?"

"No." "Then why do you look like you've been crying?" "Chen Ming is going abroad." "Ah..." Her
roommates exclaimed in unison, "Then... what are you going to do? Go with him? Or have a long-distance relationship? Oh no, an international relationship?"

It wasn't that Qianting didn't want to travel the world with Chen Ming, but to immediately decide to give up all other
possibilities and become a nanny-like accompanying student in a foreign country was indeed too much to ask. Long-distance relationship? Xiting shook her
head with a bitter smile. Not only could they only see each other a few times a year, but the time difference also made communication fragile. Her roommates
were silent for a while, then could only comfort her, "Sigh, don't overthink it. It'll only be a few years. Even if you become a returnee, you'll still fall for him."

The feeling of a cold war was unbearable. Although they maintained the tacit understanding of trying to eat together every day, even
sitting together felt like there was a barrier between them. The lingering resentment made Chen Ming too embarrassed to bring up the topic of booking a hotel room,
and Xiting was even less likely to make the suggestion. By the time Xiting slowly came to terms with it and decided to let things take their course, it was
Christmas again. "No matter what, since we're together, let's try to get along well," Xiting told herself.

The one-year anniversary of their relationship gave them a chance to mend their relationship. With Xiting's tacit approval, Chen Ming
booked a hotel room early, ready to make up for the rift caused by the long-term cold war.

Christmas Eve, like a year ago, was accompanied by a light drizzle and snow. In the warm, air-conditioned hotel room
, Qianting, having just showered, wore a specially prepared set of purple lingerie and leaned against the headboard, tucked in , browsing
the internet on her laptop. The push-up design of her bra accentuated her already firm and full breasts, making them appear as a D-cup.
Her panties were almost thong-like, with a touch of lace.
After Chen Ming shamelessly groped Qianting, he was sent to the bathroom to wash up. Qianting casually opened QQ to check her friends' updates,
but for a moment, the scene felt strangely familiar. She glanced at Mr. Li's profile picture again;
it was still a petrified gray. A pang of sadness shot through Qianting's heart. She shook her head and was about to open her QQ space when,
accompanied by two coughs, the QQ penguin icon transformed into a flashing speaker. Xiting's heart
skipped a beat, and she quickly clicked to see. It was the same kind of QQ default middle-aged man's profile picture as Mr. Li's,
with the username "Hard Struggle." Without much thought, Xiting accepted the request. The man quickly sent a message: "Hello,
still online on Christmas Eve?" "Hello, I'll log off in a bit." "Okay, nice to meet you. My name is Wang Youwen, I
work in construction." "Okay, my name is Xia Xiting, I'm still in school." They chatted politely for a few minutes. Chen Ming
had already finished showering, and Xiting simply greeted him before shutting down her computer.
Xiting, who hadn't had any pleasure in a long time, and Chen Ming, who had also been absent for a long time, quickly became ablaze like dry tinder.
Chen Ming didn't even take off Xiting's underwear, roughly pulling her narrow crotch aside and starting directly. After only
a few shallow thrusts, Xiting's vagina became very wet. Both were determined to make up for each other, and
they made love three times that night. Xiting's voice became hoarse from screaming, while Chen Ming joked that he was "going to die from exhaustion." They even wanted to...
Before class, Qianting got up early to get ready, using makeup to cover her faint dark circles. Chen Ming slept until the very last minute
, quickly got ready, and carried Qianting's bag back to school.

The passion of Christmas Eve seemed to have repaired the relationship between Qianting and Chen Ming. They both tacitly avoided
mentioning going abroad. Only when Qianting was alone did she find herself
overthinking things, often feeling melancholic. She wasn't one to dwell on things, so she would always do something else
to distract . Wang Youwen, her newly added QQ friend, provided Qianting with a
good outlet for her frustrations. Wang Youwen was considerably older than Qianting; at 36, he was already the deputy general manager of a well-known
architectural . He frequently traveled for work to meet clients and secure projects, was knowledgeable, and quite talkative.
He told Xiting his story of struggle: dropping out of high school to work for a construction team, then leading a team in
earthwork, nearly getting killed by gangsters, then working his way up to a small manager position at a construction company, and finally
getting a job at a design institute thanks to his self-taught architectural design skills. He completed several successful projects, gained some recognition, and was later
invited to join his current company. Xiting, still a student, listened with rapt attention to these stories,
and reflecting on her own situation, she became even more determined not to become a tutor. Especially when she confided her contradictions
and worries, she always received objective and convincing analysis and advice, making her happy
to confide in him and seek his advice. Chen Ming recently noticed that Xiting's mood was gradually improving, and she was smiling
more often, which naturally put him at ease. The two even went to Hainan together during the Spring Festival. Despite Xiting's disdain, Chen Ming
insisted on calling this trip a "honeymoon rehearsal."

The following year brought March, a time of warm spring and blooming flowers. The chill of winter had just faded, and the earth was slowly
reviving . The peach trees on campus were full of buds ready to bloom, proclaiming the brightness of spring. However, Xia Xiting's mood
was anything but bright, because Chen Ming told her that he would be going to the United States for about a week to first
communicate with his professor and also to visit his uncle to express his gratitude. "Are you... really going?" Qianting
asked sadly. "Not necessarily. If they think I'm not good enough, then I won't be able to go."
Her weak of comfort had no effect. Qianting waved her hand. "Go pack your things, don't forget anything."

Two days later, Qianting saw Chen Ming off on the high-speed train to Shanghai. There was no whistle, no roar; the electric train
quietly disappeared from sight. Qianting left the platform alone, feeling lost and dejected. The noise of the station seemed
far away. Only one voice echoed clearly in Qianting's mind: "Is it really time to leave?"

Being alone was always difficult. Chen Ming could only occasionally send one or two
messages , but it couldn't fill the emptiness in Qianting's heart. Without companionship, alone, Qianting
began to think constantly about the separation she might face in a few months, feeling so helpless she wanted to cry. After suppressing her feelings
for several days , Qianting became very dissatisfied with her state and desperately wanted to get rid of the gloomy
emotions that had been plaguing her.

As evening fell, Qianting sat aimlessly online in her dorm room. Thinking that Saturday was coming up, she
decided to wait for her roommates to return and arrange to go shopping together the next day, hoping to fill the entire day with fun
. If her roommates couldn't go, she'd ask Zhao Jie instead. Just then, a message from Wang Youwen popped up on QQ: "I'm on a business trip in your
city." As if meeting an old friend, a smile immediately appeared on Qianting's face. "What a coincidence!"
"Yes, I came to bid today, it took all day, but thankfully, I won!" "Congratulations! You guys are amazing!
When are you going back?" "We'll see. I'm exhausted, mainly because I invested a lot beforehand, the psychological pressure
was too much.

By the way, are you free tomorrow? I'd like to treat you to dinner, it's a rare opportunity." "That's too much trouble, I'm the host,
I'll treat you." Qianting excitedly agreed without thinking. "Nonsense, who lets a woman treat? It's
settled then, I'll pick you up from your school tomorrow at noon, give me your number." "Xiting hesitated for a moment, but
having already taken the plunge, she simply sent her phone number." Okay, see you tomorrow, I'm going to have a celebratory drink.
"

Okay," Xiting replied, feeling a little uneasy, and kept reassuring herself, "It's just a casual meal,
nothing wrong with it." Wang Youwen had just logged off when her roommates returned in twos and threes after dinner. One girl
affectionately hugged Xiting's neck, "Mrs. Chen, will you come shopping with us tomorrow?" Xiting steeled herself, "You guys
go ahead, I... an old classmate is coming to visit tomorrow."

On Saturday morning, her roommates went out together around 9 a.m. Xia Xiting hesitated for a moment, then stood up and started
picking out her clothes. In the end, she wore a knitted top and lace... A black long-sleeved top with silk trim, two wide
lace stripes extending from the shoulders to form a deep V-neck. Xiting wore a small red plum blossom
pendant as an embellishment. The knitted fabric below the neckline beautifully
hugged , while the fitted design and elasticity of the top accentuated her slender waist. She paired it with a
slightly orange-red high-waisted pleated mini-skirt, the hem flaring out 20 centimeters from the knee
, conveying a look that was both sexy and cute. As usual, Xiting wore nude pantyhose
underneath to ward off the spring chill. After dressing, Xiting, as if making a firm decision, pulled out her entire set of cosmetics,
the bottles and jars forming a forest in front of her. Since starting school, Qianting had almost never seriously put on makeup.
This time, driven by some inexplicable force, she meticulously cleansed her face, applied toner, moisturizer,
then primer, foundation, setting powder, and blush. She then focused intently on shaping her eyebrows, drawing eyeliner, applying
mascara, and putting on lip gloss… It took her almost two hours to finish. Already naturally beautiful,
Qianting became even more radiant with the makeup. The bright white powder made her skin appear even more even
and fair , her beautiful eyes sparkling and captivating, her satin-red lips exuding a sexy allure. Her perfectly delicate
face, framed by her flowing waves of hair, was so alluring that it was impossible to look away. Just as Qianting finished putting away
her bottles and jars , her phone vibrated, displaying an unfamiliar number. Qianting guessed
it was Wang Youwen and immediately answered. A deep, steady voice came through the receiver, "Hello, is this
Xia Xiting?"

Xiting, like a fairy descending to earth, strode forward with her long, straight legs, wearing a pair of light gold pointed-toe sneakers.
Wearing high heels and carrying a small, off-white leather handbag, she swayed gracefully out of the school gate. A black
Audi A6L parked by the roadside had its passenger window rolled down. The man in the driver's seat glanced out the window
and waved to Qianting. Afraid of being seen, Qianting didn't respond and quickly walked to the car, opened the door, and got
in. The heavy car door slammed shut, and Qianting felt the world around her suddenly quiet down. Slightly relaxing,
she turned to the man in the driver's seat and gave him a smile. "Hello..." The man leaned back slightly
and extended his right hand in front of Qianting. "Wang Youwen, nice to meet you." Although a little embarrassed, Qianting
still gently shook his hand. The man before her, though his face was lined with wrinkles, had
thick eyebrows , with well-defined features, possessing a natural mature charm. His calm and composed voice was very pleasant to listen to.
Xiting felt a certain fondness for this stranger from the start, so to break the ice, she made small talk, saying, "I'm so
sorry to have you treat me to dinner." "Don't mention it, it's my honor to have you come," Wang Youwen replied, turning
on the engine and driving Xiting into the traffic.

Along the way, Wang Youwen humorously recounted to Xiting all the troubles they'd gone through to secure this project, the risks they'd taken, and the battles of wits they'd
faced—it was as vivid as a movie. Xiting listened, giggling with delight, her mood instantly brightening,
all the worries that had weighed on her for so long vanishing. Wang Youwen always seemed calm and composed,
confident and prepared, and Xiting unconsciously trusted and followed his arrangements. After a delicious lunch at a five-star hotel
, Qianting felt a little reluctant to leave, but she still planned to say goodbye. Unexpectedly, after paying the bill, Wang Youwen,
without even asking Qianting's opinion, picked up his bag and said, "Come on, how about I go shopping with you? On the way here, I saw
a place that looked really high-end, with a huge LV billboard outside." Qianting naturally replied,
"Yeah, that's probably the most high-end in the city." "Come on, come on," Wang Youwen said, standing up as if he
assumed . Qianting hesitated for a moment, thinking that since she had nothing else to do today, she might as well shop around a little longer,
so she got up and went out with Wang Youwen. Wang Youwen led Qianting to stroll through the luxury goods section on the first floor of the mall,
where highly professional sales staff from various brands greeted and saw them off respectfully. At Wang Youwen's urging—"It won't kill you to look"
—Qianting touched these expensive clothes and accessories for the first time, making
brief comments from Wang Youwen as she looked. While browsing in the Burberry store, Xiting picked up a long red wallet
and played with it for a while. She looked up at Wang Youwen, and they both nodded in unison, "It's quite pretty," and then
smiled knowingly. Just as Xiting put down the wallet and turned to another counter, Wang Youwen quietly
took out and tossed it to the side. A sales clerk, understanding the unspoken message, rushed over to take it. Xia Xiting didn't
notice that Wang Youwen had a small paper bag in his hand. It wasn't until they were leaving the mall after shopping for a long time that Wang Youwen handed the bag
forward saying, "Here's a little gift for you." Xiting was startled. Looking at the brand label on the bag, she felt uneasy.
Opening it, she saw it was indeed the wallet she really liked and quickly pushed it back, "No, no, it's
too expensive I can't accept it."

"Don't be shy, I bought it for you because you like it. Besides, what am I going to do if I don't spend the money I just earned?"
Wang grabbed Xiting's hand and stuffed the drawstring into the bag. "Alright, we're friends, don't be shy." Qianting
looked at the man in front of her gratefully, so when Wang Youwen suggested having dinner together, she
agreed . However, Wang Youwen still stubbornly refused to let Qianting pay. Qianting smiled dejectedly and said, "Okay, okay, I
won't argue with you anymore." "That's right," Wang Youwen laughed heartily. After dinner, it was almost 7 p.m.
Qianting carefully wiped her mouth with a napkin. "I should go back..." "Okay, go back to your boyfriend?"
"...

Oh, he's away on a business trip." Qianting didn't know why she told the truth. "Hey, why are you
going back Come on, I met a bar owner this time. He's very classy and knows a lot about wine
. I'll take you to try it." "Ah...I can't drink." Qianting's refusal was more like encouragement. "It's okay, just go try it.
It's better than going back alone." Wang

Youwen, holding the wine bottle, explained in detail to Xia Xiting how to read the label, how to drink red wine, and what "
full-bodied " and "light" meant. Coupled with the owner's enthusiastic hospitality, Xia Xiting, though very careful, still
drank several glasses. Not being a heavy drinker, she quickly became flushed and slightly tipsy. Sitting in the car Wang Youwen drove her
home , Xiting watched the blurry streetlights approach like shooting stars from afar, then
glide past her. A feeling of loneliness made her suddenly crave a hug. The single bed in her dormitory seemed hard
and cold "I don't want to go back..." This thought echoed in Xiting's mind. After an unknown amount of time, Wang Youwen
stopped the car, opened the door for Xiting, and helped her out. In a daze, Qianting realized she wasn't at school,
but in front of a magnificent five-star hotel. Confused, she felt Wang Youwen put his arm around her
shoulder. "You've had too much to drink. Rest for a while; it's not good to go straight back and let others see you." His words left Qianting
speechless, and she could only let Wang Youwen support her. Before her eyes, she saw a brightly lit lobby, a
spacious elevator, and thick, soft carpets. Finally, she was lightly placed on the bed in the room, a
feeling of unparalleled comfort spreading throughout her body. "How did we end up in his room…?" Qianting regretted it. "He shouldn't…"
Before she could continue thinking, the lights dimmed, and Wang Youwen kissed her lips. "Mmm…"

Qianting tightly closed her lips, shaking her head to try and break free, but Wang Youwen simply pulled her down, burying his face
in her neck, licking her neck and earlobes. "Ah...no...stop it..." Qianting
pushed against Wang Youwen's shoulders with both hands. "I can't let him kiss me like this..." Qianting cried out inwardly, but her sensitive
body gave the opposite answer. While trying to stop Wang Youwen's further advances, she was
occasionally to moan with obvious pleasure by him. "Don't kiss me anymore...ah...let me go
...

I won't...ahhh..." Qianting's clothes had been lifted up, and her bra had been skillfully unhooked.
A pair of breasts that Wang Youwen had been drooling over for most of the day jumped out of their restraints with a burning heat, slightly parted to the sides, and
small pink nipples stood out against a patch of snow-white skin. Ignoring Qianting's slapping hands, Wang Youwen lowered his head
and took Qianting's left nipple into his mouth, sucking and licking it vigorously. "Mmm...ahhh..." The sensitive nipple
The stimulation from the room caused Qianting to cry out in a series of cries, "How could I let this person... How could I be like this...
"

Qianting struggled on the edge of the mire, her nipples already hardened under Wang Youwen's sucking and pinching,
constantly producing intoxicating pleasure. Qianting felt the temperature of her face and neck rising. "Oh God... How could I
have such a reaction... Chen Ming is still in America..." Wang Youwen clearly felt Qianting's body gradually
giving way, so he tried to climb up and kiss Qianting again. Qianting struggled a few times, but the strong, deep kiss had
a masculine charm, and while she resisted, the desire to meet him welled up from within her. "This
feels so good..." Qianting's mind was filled with such thoughts, and unconsciously her teeth loosened, and Wang Youwen's
tongue plunged deep into her mouth. "Mmm..." Qianting breathed rapidly, her breath fragrant, and the fragrance filled Wang Youwen
's mouth and nose, as if telling the story of a delicate flower being ruthlessly destroyed. Sze-ting was so engrossed in the kiss that she couldn't think of anything else and
instinctively returned the kiss. Seeing the beautiful girl before him already aroused and
panting , Wang Youwen's movements gradually softened. "Ah...he's so good at kissing..." Sze-ting
sighed inwardly, her remaining sanity fading. "We've only known each other for less than a day...how come he gives me the same feeling as Chen Ming...and...
it seems even better..." Lost in thought, a scene suddenly flashed through Sze-ting's mind: a QQ
chat window, a line of black text slowly twisting and rotating: "His wife says having sex with a stranger
is incredibly ."

Taking advantage of Qianting's momentary lapse in concentration, Wang Youwen suddenly pulled her panties and stockings down to her knees. Her
already wet vulva was suddenly exposed, and a chilling sensation jolted Qianting awake.
"Ah...no...let me go..." Qianting bent over, trying to pull up the stockings rolled up to her knees, but Wang Youwen
had already reached for her genitals. With a few quick rubs, Qianting collapsed back onto the bed,
her legs clamped together, crying out as if for help, "Ah...no...please...ah...ahhh...ah..."
The rubbing of his fingers on her vulva felt like a direct blow to her heart, and Qianting trembled uncontrollably. "Oh God
...I'm about to be raped...Chen Ming, where are you..." Faced with overwhelming desire, Qianting already sensed her
impending doom. Wang Youwen gazed at the disheveled beauty before him. Her top was pulled up high, bunched up on her high
breasts, and her short skirt was rolled up into a thick rope around her slender waist. A light layer of pubic
hair covered her mound of Venus, and the surrounding skin was as white and delicate as the rest of her body. Her sexy body writhed and twisted uncontrollably with his
multi-pronged manipulation, her beautiful face slightly contorted, emitting
moans filled with desire. Wang Youwen felt a surge of love, and on a whim, he simply removed all of Qian Ting's panties, stockings, and
high heels . Then he knelt between Qian Ting's legs, his tongue pressing against her clitoris, sucking and teasing it. Qian Ting's
entire genital area was hairless, her skin clean, and her thin labia were almost completely everted, tinged with
a tender pink color. Suddenly, Qian Ting's legs were lifted and embraced. Before she could understand what was happening, she was overwhelmed by a tidal
wave of pleasure. "Ah...no...there...ah, ah, no..." Qianting
arched her back repeatedly as if electrocuted. "Is he kissing me there...?" Qianting thought intermittently. "
How could it be...so comfortable...Chen Ming has never done this before..." Wang Youwen
licked and sucked incessantly on Qianting's private parts. Qianting's hands and legs, which were already completely free, did not resist anymore. "Why is he
willing to kiss that dirty place..." The flames in Qianting's body gradually rose. "It feels so good...husband, I
'm sorry...I can't take it anymore...it feels so good." The feeling of accumulating pleasure made Qianting realize that her body
had surrendered. "He must like me..." Under Wang Youwen's vigorous oral sex, Qianting's vaginal fluids gushed
out continuously, covering her entire vulva. Her tender clitoris was already protruding, directly exposed to Wang Youwen's
tongue skills. Qianting's moans had become a chorus, accompanied by heavy breathing and rhythmic "Ah, ah,
ah, um, um," her legs occasionally clenching slightly, her body emitting a series of subtle shivers. "I'm going to climax
... I'm actually being... by this person..." Qianting had only a fleeting thought when her climax arrived. "Heh... ah..." Qianting

's body twisted on the bed, and Wang Youwen could clearly see Qianting's already open vulva contracting and expanding
repeatedly , gushing out a few small streams of slightly milky white vaginal fluid. His penis, which had been erect for a long time, looked at
Qianting, whose face was flushed and limp on the bed, and he could no longer suppress his lust.

Xiting's chest ached from the pressure of her heavy breathing when suddenly her lower body tightened. Wang Youwen, naked,
effortlessly thrust his entire penis into Xiting's already wet vagina. "Ah...no...
ahhhhh!" Xiting had no time to
resist . "I actually got penetrated by him..." Xiting couldn't believe what was happening. "But...it feels so good
...husband, I'm sorry..." Wang Youwen straightened up, admiring
the reaction of the smooth, white flesh before him to his thrusts. He braced his arms on either side of Xiting's waist, pressing her two white thighs onto
his , and thrusting his hips rapidly. The collision of flesh produced
a crisp "slap slap slap" sound, causing Xiting's breasts to swing wildly up and down. Although Wang Youwen's penis wasn't particularly thick or long, the glans was
quite large , like a small egg. Each thrust inside Qianting's tender, tight vagina felt like scraping into her heart,
almost taking her soul out of her body. The continuous, intense stimulation made Qianting forget that she was being
violated by a man she had only known for half a day; her moans were incoherent, "Ahhh... Oh... No... Ahhh..."

…“, Wang Youwen only penetrated for a short while before Xia Xiting reached another climax, her whole body arching back,
letting out two cries of “Ah…ah,” her vagina rhythmically sucking at his penis like a small mouth. “
How…how can he be so amazing…” The intense climax left Xiting somewhat incredulous, and
a little affection for Wang Youwen actually surfaced in her heart. When Wang Youwen straddled one of her legs, straightened the other leg and hugged it to his chest, and
began to thrust again, Xiting felt a glimmer of anticipation. “Ah…still going on…” Wang Youwen didn’t
thrust as violently as before, but rather slowly and steadily, each time penetrating to the very bottom and
withdrawing the entrance of her vagina. Xiting’s wide-open legs further widened her vagina, and each time she felt as if the deep penis was hitting her throat
. The slow rhythm allowed Xiting to clearly feel the roughness of the glans scraping against every inch of her vagina, touching…
The electric sensation sent gasps through her, and as time passed, Qianting began to moan softly, "Mmm... Ah...
Ah,"

approaching her climax. Wang Youwen suddenly intensified his thrusts, and Qianting, as if a switch
had been cried out "Ahhhhh!" Just as Qianting's body tensed and she was about to reach her third
climax, Wang Youwen abruptly stopped. The sudden cooling caused Qianting to lose her composure, unconsciously letting out a few "Ah...
Ah...

" sounds. The emptiness she felt only intensified her desire for climax, and she reached out and pulled
Wang Youwen's legs towards her. Wang Youwen leaned down and kissed Qianting. "Do you want it?" "Mmm...
" Upon hearing such provocative words, Qianting was aroused and couldn't help but
moan .

Wang Youwen was still not satisfied and thrust in hard again. Seeing Qianting frowning and moaning, feeling
the sensation gradually tightening, he stopped and asked, "Do you want it?" Qianting couldn't bear the feeling of being suspended in mid-air, so she simply went for it and said "Mmm..." At the same time, the feeling of shame made her tremble
again . Wang Youwen was relentless. "Say you want it, saying 'Mmm' doesn't count." Qianting didn't care about anything else anymore. "I want it ..." "Want what?" Wang Youwen went further. "I want... a cock..." Qianting was a little surprised that she would say such a vulgar word. "Say that this slut wants a cock." Wang Youwen expected Qianting's final surrender. "Mmm..." The feeling of humiliation made Qianting breathe heavily. The cock inside her body twitched , making her completely surrender to desire. "This slut wants a cock..." Wang Youwen, completely satisfied, hoisted Qianting 's legs onto his shoulders and began his final thrusts, all the while continuing to humiliate her. "Feeling good huh?" "How does it compare to your boyfriend?" "You slut, can't take it anymore?" "Look how wanton you are!" Qianting's legs were raised high in the air, her insteps taut, her toes curled tightly. The physical and psychological impact quickly brought Qianting to another peak. Pleasure and shame mingled, forming a raging flood that forced Qianting to scream almost screaming out in orgasm, "Ah..." The incredibly erotic scene before him made Wang Youwen unable to resist any longer. He gripped Qianting's slender waist and thrust forcefully a dozen more times. Amid Qianting's almost frantic moans, he released his pent-up semen, which gushed out and poured into Qianting's tightening vagina . Satisfied, Wang Youwen withdrew his somewhat limp penis. Qianting's vagina , now empty, quickly closed its small labia, forming a narrow slit, as if the recent torment had never occurred. A milky-white, viscous liquid slowly seeped from the tightly closed slit, flowing onto the sheets. Her stockings, rolled up with her panties, lay at the foot of the bed, and her two high heels were scattered haphazardly beside the bed, seemingly having also weathered a fierce storm. Looking at the beauty limp on the bed, Wang Youwen couldn't resist reaching forward and kneading Qianting's breasts again . Qianting's heart was a jumble of emotions, a mixture of anger, guilt, regret, and remorse leaving her feeling helpless. Wang Youwen's renewed physical contact offered her an excuse. Qianting raised her hand to protect herself, shouting, "Don't touch me!" She then sat up abruptly from the bed, hurriedly straightening her clothes, grabbing the stockings and underwear rolled up into a rope beside her, slipping on her shoes, and rushing into the bathroom. Qianting thought she would burst into tears, but no tears came. Numbly, she cleaned herself up and dressed in the bathroom, quickly brushing off her smudged makeup with powder, roughly tossing her things into her bag, and stormed out without looking back, leaving Wang Youwen's words, "Let me take you ," slammed behind the door. Qianting, unsure how to face this, spent almost the entire night sleepless, uncontrollably replaying the rape , unable to justify herself. The feeling of being completely conquered was like a mirror, always reflecting another version of herself, mocking any weak excuses. Xiting tossed and turned until the sky began to lighten before she finally drifted off to sleep. Three days later, Chen Ming landed in Shanghai and took a high-speed train back. Standing at the exit, watching the surging Xiting felt flustered, unsure how to face her boyfriend whom she had betrayed. It wasn't until Chen Ming emerged from the crowd, dragging his suitcase, and gave Xiting a big hug without a word that everything naturally returned to normal. Chen Ming had basically finalized his study abroad plans and had been worrying about how to explain it to Qian Ting. However, when he finally mustered the courage to go through a long and complicated process and finally told her that he would be leaving the country around June, he found that Qian Ting was not disappointed or sad as he had expected. She simply said, "Oh, that's good ." This bad news made Qian Ting's mood plummet. "What right do I have to try to keep him..." Qian Ting kept beating herself in her heart. Chen Ming, who was unaware of what was going on, comforted her with a sigh of relief. "It's okay, they say Skype is very useful." "I'll try to come back as often as possible during the holidays." "You can go to the US to play during the holidays too ." "I'll come back to China after graduation, and we'll get married." "..." Qian Ting smiled from time to time. Although Chen Ming felt that Qian Ting's reaction was a bit abnormal, he still thought that he had overcome the difficulties and was in a good mood. He took Qian Ting and some friends out for a big meal. Xia Xiting was a simple person. As time passed, the memory of being seduced and raped gradually faded , and she accepted the fact that Chen Ming was about to leave. The two seemed to have returned to their previous sweet and loving relationship, rarely discussing how to contact each other or find opportunities to meet after they were truly separated, afraid of wasting their precious time together. The only thing that troubled Xiting was that every time she made love with Chen Ming, the crazy scene from that night in the hotel would reappear when she closed her eyes. Sometimes, she even felt as if her boyfriend was constantly transforming into that experienced stranger. "Maybe it will get better after a while..." Xiting comforted herself. The days before parting always seem to slip by like flowing water, and June finally arrived in the blink of an eye. Chen Ming kissed the tearful Xiting, turned around, and disappeared at the boarding gate. The two, who had been together day and night, were now separated by 13 hours, and the time and opportunities for contact suddenly decreased. Xia Xiting was saddened, but she tried hard to shake off her depressed mood. So, despite Zhao Jie's accusations of "prioritizing romance over friendship," the two friends reconciled.

Inseparable playmate. With her best friend by her side, Xia Xiting quickly got back to her life. On this day, as she was planning a trip during her
summer vacation , her phone emitted a series of melodious harp
notes as she received a text message. Xiting turned and picked up her phone. Although it showed a phone number because it wasn't in her contacts, she
clearly remembered the number: Ding Xiaofeng.

"Are you okay? I have a girlfriend, and I'm thinking of proposing to her. Can you give me your opinion?"

[To be continued]

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