[Urban] Nongyu (Complete) - 9

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Chapter Ten: Spilled Water Cannot Be Gathered.

With skillful hands and a 'sincere' yet slightly clumsy tongue, after a few minutes, Chen Jing's vaginal fluids finally began to seep out, drop by drop. When her lovely little tender hole was almost wet, I slowly used my right hand to spread open her slightly engorged labia majora, circling my tongue along the folds of her vulva, occasionally teasing the small, protruding clitoris, finally stopping at that alluring entrance, slowly pushing my tongue inward. My left hand gently pinched one of her breasts, making the already slightly upturned nipple even more prominent, while my index finger played with it like a piano.

"Ah..."

A very faint, long, trembling breath escaped from Chen Jing's jade mouth: "Zi... Ziyang-ge..."

I did have a certain amount of affection for this girl; otherwise, I would have forced her rather than seduced her, because seduction is mostly based on the woman's consent, which involves very little psychological resistance and pain. Hearing her call my name, I immediately stopped and asked with concern, "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell? Did I hurt you?"

Chen Jing gently stroked my ear and murmured softly, "No...no."

She glanced at the window, then said, "Please draw the curtains..."

Her face flushed crimson.

I didn't do as she wished. Instead, I suddenly pulled her slightly parted legs together, lifted her up from below with one hand, and reached behind her with the other, lifting her horizontally in my arms.

"Ah!"

Chen Jing exclaimed, then felt as if she were floating on clouds as I carried her towards the bedroom door. The man's strong chest was so reassuring, making her feel no fear even as she was suspended in mid-air. She unconsciously pressed her face tightly against my chest, and to hold onto my arm, the IOU that had been clutched in her hand like a contract of servitude was thrown away. It was as if she had finally moved from being forced to a symbol of voluntariness.

My bedroom had been carefully decorated. I had originally planned for Chen Jing to take the initiative and we would go in together, hoping the unexpected romance would help her relax. Although it wasn't quite as planned, it still made the woman in my arms gasp softly.

"Wh...why is this like this?"

Chen Jing tilted her head and saw that my entire bedroom was decorated very elegantly. A bright red new set of bedding covered the large double bed, pink stickers adorned the windowpanes, and a half-meter diameter round ceiling light cast a soft, pale red glow on the white plaster ceiling. It felt like a newlywed's bridal chamber.

"These were originally prepared for Rongrong, but now..."

I gently placed her in the center of the bed, answering with a touch of sadness.

Chen Jing straightened her disheveled clothes and asked, "You...you're getting married?"

University students can get married during their studies, and some 'outstanding talents' even bring their children to class. Seeing such a romantic 'newlywed' room, Chen Jing naturally made that connection.

"No, we just agreed to give each other our first time today, and then...and then go on a trip to Yunnan!"

I said to Chen Jing with deep affection, as if the Chen Jing in front of me wasn't someone I'd met by chance because of a money dispute, but rather my lover of many years, about to give each other her precious first time. Then I sighed softly and added, "But that's all in the past now. Maybe someone who doesn't know how to cherish shouldn't enjoy these things!"

Of course, this was also a psychological tactic of mine; I said and did this for many reasons. First, to rekindle Chen Jing's guilt towards me, making her more willing to cooperate during our next encounter; second, to indirectly answer my earlier excuse about needing money, making the lie seem more believable; third, to vaguely establish a beautiful, unrealistic expectation in Chen Jing's mind, making her unconsciously envious of this genuine love, thus alleviating her sadness at being manipulated by me, and perhaps even making her my long-term sexual partner. Of course, these were just my hopes, and I didn't know to what extent they could be realized.

Chen Jing lowered her head, feeling a mix of emotions she couldn't describe. As she was immersed in a mix of emotions, a gentle voice sounded in her ear: "Jingjing, I...can I kiss you?"

In this situation, what could an introverted girl like her say? After a few seconds, she slowly nodded.

My wet, sticky lips and tongue began to wander over Chen Jing's earlobe, gradually spreading to her cheeks, eyes, nose, and lips. This time, Chen Jing didn't resist, seemingly letting me kiss her willingly. Her jaw wasn't clenched, and with my gentle touch, she finally slipped her tongue into her mouth.

Chen Jing's tongue passively followed the movement of my tongue, emitting a soft "mmm" for the first time ever, her cheeks flushing, and her breathing becoming increasingly audible. The hand that had been supporting me on the bed with my right arm began to gently stroke upwards along my forearm, down to my chest.

After a passionate ten-minute kiss, I began to move my lips downwards, over her chin, neck, shoulders, and finally to the cleavage revealed by her adjusted bra. I wrapped my arms around her slender waist, caressing her buttocks and back, until one hand slowly moved up to the hook of her bra.

"Is it okay?"

I asked gently.

Faced with such a polite sexual assault, and with such respect from the other party, how could Chen Jing, in her current situation, object?

"Mmm!"

Her voice was barely audible.

'Snap!' The bra hook was pulled open, revealing a pair of firm, round, and elastic breasts. My heart surged with excitement, and I immediately reached out and gently grasped them, slowly rotating and caressing them rhythmically. I pressed my thick palm against the slightly erect nipples, gently kneading the flesh with my strong fingers, while kissing and licking the sexy cleavage that had been created.

The girls I've been with these past few months have all had different breasts. I won't mention Yu Mengmeng; in my panic, I honestly didn't pay much attention. Du Jingwen was very young; although her breasts were very elastic, they were a little small and lacked a certain feel. Feng Mengyao's body was near perfect, but her only flaw was that her breasts were of moderate size while her nipples were slightly small. Although they remained erect during intense intercourse, they were still only the size of red beans. Zhao Xinrui's breasts were relatively less desirable; not only were her areolas and nipples slightly darker in color, but the distance between her breasts was also too wide, making them feel pleasant to the touch but less visually appealing.

Here, I must add that no woman can be perfect. The word 'perfect' only exists in fictional writings and in the eyes of lust. Furthermore, everyone's preferences are different, and a female body that perfectly matches the ideal human state is extremely rare. Therefore, the right approach is to focus on a woman's strengths and use her size to mask her minor flaws.

However, nothing is absolute. Take Chen Jing in front of me, for example. Although I haven't yet thoroughly explored other parts of her body, her breasts alone are the most satisfying I've ever seen. Two perfectly round breasts stood upright on her chest, their small, light pink nipples nestled in pale pink areolas. The two cherry-like mounds visibly hardened as I played with them.

"What are you doing? Stop looking, it's so embarrassing!"

Chen Jing said softly, her pretty face slightly raised as she lay there, her voice devoid of anger.

Up until now, I had been diligently following the steps described in the book Chen Jing had secretly read. This slightly eased the girl's worries, who had walked with me to the foot of Mount Wushan since our first meeting, before she questioned me with a double meaning. I understood her meaning, of course, and immediately took an action that she hadn't expected but subconsciously hoped for.

I gently lowered my hands, which I had raised to admire Chen Jing's beautiful breasts, and simultaneously increased the pressure of my kneading, greedily playing with her breasts. Gradually, Chen Jing's breast flesh deformed between my fingers and palms. I suddenly lowered my head and sucked on the girl's nipple incessantly, biting and tugging with my teeth, or teasing it with the tip of my tongue.

Chen Jing's nipple hardened and swelled in my mouth, becoming increasingly erect. She reached out and haphazardly touched my hair and face, then suddenly ripped off the glasses I had deliberately worn today to feign civility, throwing them aside. This clearly demonstrated that my teasing of her breasts had reached a point where she was blissfully oblivious to everything else, and it was also an invisible encouragement to me.

Amidst Chen Jing's tight embrace of my head and her rapid breathing, my mouth left her breasts and instead buried itself between them, constantly biting and tugging at the flesh of this pure and beautiful girl, leaving faint teeth marks on her snow-white breasts, while my fingers flicked back and forth on the girl's newly erect nipples.

"Hoo... um..."

Chen Jing dared not look any longer; a mixture of shame and excitement made her close her eyes. The coolness from the dried saliva on her chest made her body unbearably itchy, as if ants were crawling all over her, and her delicate body trembled.

"Jingjing's body is so good, simply flawless!"

Looking at Chen Jing's tender and beautiful body, I couldn't help but exclaim as I pinched her lovely nipple.

Chen Jing felt a jolt of electricity before realizing that I had bitten her other nipple with my hateful mouth and was sucking on it forcefully. After her breasts were grabbed, Chen Jing twisted her body forcefully, whether to increase pleasure, release pressure, or try to get rid of this unprecedented tingling sensation, I don't know. Her nipples were swollen and erect from being rubbed, and I continued to lick and bite them.

Her snow-white breasts were indeed tempting, but my ambition went far beyond that. I stroked Chen Jing's tender breasts with one hand, while the other hand reached towards the triangle area of her lower abdomen.

"Quietly, you're already wet down there!"

I said mischievously, then my hand slowly moved down, lifting her skirt and pressing against the most private part of her white panties. I lowered my head, my nose pressing against Chen Jing's panties: "Smells so good!"

Her two jade-like feet, beautifully arched in their mid-heeled shoes, were parted.

Chen Jing realized my intention, her hands tightly gripping her panties, trying to hold onto her last line of defense. But I didn't rush to remove her white panties; instead, following the force of her hands, I grabbed the sides of the panties and pulled them harder towards her upper body.

"Stop...stop...no..."

Her pleas turned into moans, and Chen Jing could barely speak. The panties sank deep into her vulva, her labia majora tightly gripping that white patch. A jolt of electricity seemed to run through her body, leaving her numb and powerless. The panties, which had been slightly damp with a little vaginal fluid, were now translucent, the pinkish organs inside her vulva faintly visible.

"Ah...uh..." A sudden surge of pleasure made Chen Jing moan softly. The girl's fine, soft pubic hair and pink vulva peeked out from the edge of her panties, the stretched-out fabric digging deep into her slightly swollen vulva, her pink labia tightly gripping the white opening. Chen Jing's whole body trembled as if electrified, a wave of numbness washing over her, leaving her utterly powerless.

Chen Jing pouted, her tongue slightly protruding from her teeth: "No...don't, um..."

Just then, she saw me pulling down her panties, and a burning shame seared her cheeks, making her already rosy face flush even more. Even so, she didn't seem to feel too much discomfort; only the shyness of her first time being free and the slight fear of this happening in front of an almost complete stranger made her uneasy. Then, remembering her situation that day, whether out of helplessness or genuine acceptance of my defilement, she finally grabbed the blanket and pulled it over her head, refusing to look at me again.

I noticed this detail and knew I could continue to savor this virgin. With her legs moving in cooperation, I pulled down her already barely-present panties and gently parted her labia. The girl's engorged clitoris was revealed, and her pink hymen was faintly visible. This was the second time I had so clearly observed a young girl's untouched genitals and her shallow hymen. It seemed that Chen Jing, like Du Jingwen, had a shallow hymen, clearly visible to the naked eye, and such women often have more intense sensitivity in their genitals than others.

Chen Jing's body was tense, remaining completely still even with my gentle, sensitive stimulation of parting her labia majora with my fingers. This showed her extreme tension and shyness, but also made her more accommodating to my gaze.

Fine, slightly curled pubic hair covered the pink mounds, each shimmering with a beautiful sheen. This was the paradise I had dreamed of.

But I felt no lustful impulse. Instead, I lay on her beautiful body, clad only in a blue dress that barely covered her private parts, my nose pressed against her virgin vulva, inhaling her virgin fragrance.

I gently parted her labia with my fingers once more and inserted my tongue into her peach blossom cave. The girl's body was so pure and beautiful that I felt no disgust at all.

Chen Jing, who was lying quietly with her head buried in her vagina, was immediately jolted. Although she couldn't see, she could clearly feel my tongue teasing her clitoris. Although it made her feel incredibly disgusted, it also brought her waves of pleasure, and soon clear love fluid flowed from her vagina again.

I pressed my mouth against Chen Jing's jade cave, continuously sucking her love fluid, thinking that this was the juice flowing from an absolutely pure body, which excited me beyond measure. At the same time, feeling Chen Jing's delicate body trembling as she was sucked, I couldn't help but smile, and my tongue, like a nimble snake head, plunged into the center of her flower.

"Mmm..."

The sudden stimulation elicited an immediate response from Chen Jing's body. Her vaginal walls contracted sharply inward, secreting a rapid flow of vaginal fluid, and the muscles on her thighs and lower abdomen tensed. She gripped the blanket tightly with both hands, covering her entire head and face, but couldn't conceal the muffled moans emanating from within.

I could no longer restrain myself. I quickly and skillfully stripped off my clothes, straddling Chen Jing's alluring body. My already hot penis pressed against her innocent virgin territory, feeling the wet, sticky sensation of the contact surface.

Lying on her side, Chen Jing's slightly upturned, rosy nipples were glistening with sweat and saliva, the liquid flowing down her side with the rise and fall of her chest.

I restrained the urge to penetrate immediately, supporting her body, intentionally or unintentionally rubbing my penis against Chen Jing's vulva while gently caressing her anus along her flat buttocks. As I expected, Chen Jing's anus tightened immediately upon being touched. It seemed she was primarily an erogenous zone, a surprising discovery that excited me even more. Seeing the already contracted anus bud, gently twitching, I pressed my finger against it, easily penetrating her anus.

Chen Jing seemed to awaken from her daze, feeling the strange touch. She slightly lifted the blanket and looked down, asking in a mixture of surprise and shame, "What...what are you doing!"

"Hoo hoo...Jingjing's anus is so soft..."

Ziyang breathed heavily with excitement as he used one finger to touch the tender flesh inside her anus, enjoying the heat that seemed to melt his finger and the tightness that almost snapped it in two. He also continuously stroked the intestinal wall, massaging the protruding parts inside. To dispel Chen Jing's embarrassment and panic, I added, "Don't worry, Jingjing, I know what to do!"

The sensitive Chen Jing clearly felt the man's knuckles stirring inside her anus, creating the illusion of continuous excretion. Every time I touched or rotated my finger, Chen Jing's naked body would tremble slightly, her buttocks would sway back, and her legs would rub together incessantly. Hearing my words and recalling the contents of the book, she knew that I was doing this to give her more pleasure in order to alleviate the pain of losing her virginity, so she slowly buried her head back under the covers.

I knew I had found her most sensitive areas, so I deliberately stimulated them repeatedly with my fingertips while simultaneously stimulating her clitoris with my thumb. Sure enough, the virgin's body undulated with the rhythm of my fingers, sometimes even unconsciously twisting her hips to cooperate. (Advertisement: Still using your hands? How can you possibly enjoy that? Forum reputation guaranteed! Healthy anti-premature ejaculation masturbation exerciser, real oral sex pleasure experience, hot recommendation! Maintain the feeling of ejaculation for 30 minutes, so pleasurable you'll faint! Fully automated masturbation with 12 different sex positions and vibration frequencies. Click to enter.)

Every inch of the girl's skin was being caressed by my wandering hands. Chen Jing, feeling lost, lay on her side, clutching the blanket covering her head tightly. When I probed her sensitive areas again with my fingers, I found they were already completely wet; her love juice even flowed down between her buttocks, sliding over her plump, white buttocks, dripping onto the bed.

Seeing such a sensual scene, I couldn't help but press myself tightly against her, my lips wildly kissing her body, finally stopping at her beautiful, snow-white breast, gently biting and sucking hard. At the same time, one hand gripped her other breast, kneading it vigorously, rubbing her now-reddened nipple with my fingers, while the other hand explored her deep cleft, gently sliding back and forth between the two semi-closed, secret areas.

The sticky, hot nectar finally exploded within her, flowing profusely from Chen Jing's jade cave, her inner thighs slick with the fluid, dripping down with her violent trembling. Chen Jing's chest heaved violently, and through the gap under the blanket, I could see her biting the sheet, forcefully enduring the pleasure brought on by the dramatic change in her body.

Seemingly sensing my peeking, Chen Jing suddenly buried her head even deeper, pushing one hand towards my body. I was startled; did she not want to continue?

Just as I was filled with suspicion, I was surprised to find that her slender hand wasn't pushing me away forcefully, but instead gently stroking my chest. Then, a gush of thick, lustful fluid flowed out, and she gripped my shoulder tightly. I gritted my teeth, enduring the beauty's almost forceful grip, until the fluid in her secret place thinned, and only then did I feel the grip loosen along with her trembling body.

After Chen Jing's continuous panting gradually subsided, I got up and moved to sit beneath her, gently lifting one of my limp legs and kneeling on top of her other beautiful leg, placing that dangling leg beside my hips, aligning my penis with her trembling, wet, beautiful vulva. Chen Jing trembled at this, slightly twisting her body, seemingly trying to escape my burning glans, but ultimately stopped moving after a contraction between her buttocks, though her body continued to tremble.

"Darling, may I come in?"

I asked gently. Having just experienced what was likely Chen Jing's first orgasm, I felt it was only natural to change my address to "darling."

Her head twitched under the covers, I couldn't tell if she was nodding or shaking her head, and I hesitated for a long time, not daring to take any further action. Perhaps Chen Jing didn't want me to understand her meaning, perhaps she instinctively wanted to see me hesitate due to uncertainty, perhaps at this moment, even if a girl wanted it, she wouldn't express it.

After a while, Chen Jing suddenly reached out her delicate hand towards me again, but because of our position, she couldn't touch any part of my body. Seeing this, I also reached out my hand, our hands clasped in the air, and Chen Jing pulled me forcefully towards her. She knew, of course, that this wouldn't pull me forward, but her gesture clearly indicated that she wanted my entire body to lean forward.

Forward—that was the direction my penis would penetrate.

How could I not understand? I immediately and gently raised her upper leg slightly, opening that peach blossom cave a little wider. Her curved legs revealed her bright red labia minora and tender vaginal walls—so beautiful, so alluring. I held my large penis, gently rubbing the glans against her vulva.

My shaft was already covered in Chen Jing's love juice, and her vaginal opening was also coated with my semen. The glans easily slid into her labia majora, pressing tightly against her vaginal opening.

"I'm coming, baby!"

Under my ultimatum, Chen Jing didn't react at all, only her muscles tensed even more, and her hands gripped the sheets tightly. Clearly, she was nervous about her first time having sex, but she didn't back down or hesitate.

Looking at Chen Jing's beautiful entrance, my penis could no longer hold back. I immediately supported her slender legs with one hand and gently tapped her pink buttocks with the other, thrusting my hips forward along the girl's wet and warm flesh, slowly pushing the head of my penis into Chen Jing's narrow vaginal opening.

Although she was prepared, Chen Jing still struggled violently at this moment, her hands gripping the sheets as if to tear them apart. After a few seconds, Chen Jing seemed to gradually calm down, but her trembling body and heaving chest indicated that she was still in intense pain.

I looked down at the beauty beneath me, my gaze shifting from her high breasts to her wide-open vulva, my huge penis only halfway inside. The half inside felt tingly, numb, and warm, while the rest outside craved even more.

With this thought, I finally hardened my heart and viciously thrust my hips again, completely plunging my large glans into Chen Jing's tight virgin vagina. Due to the lubrication of her vaginal fluid, the 'plop' sound was clearly audible.

"Ugh... huff... woo woo woo woo..."

Chen Jing groaned in pain, her head covered, followed by rapid breathing, and her body convulsed in an instant. Instinctively, she tried to squeeze her legs together, preventing that shameful object from intruding into her jade gate. However, my hips were positioned between her beautiful, long, and slender legs, and I firmly held one of her legs down, forcing her to maintain a wide-open position without any possibility of moving. Furthermore, because my penis was covered in the nectar flowing from her lower body, and this exquisitely beautiful and pure young woman's lower body was already wet and slippery, my thick, hard, and hot penis easily forced its way into Chen Jing's 'jade gate'.

"It's okay, just bear with it, dragging it out will only make it hurt more!"

I tried my best to reassure her, relying on my limited experience, but my penis didn't stop.

Taking advantage of the slippery nectar, I forcefully thrust the head of my penis in, repeatedly pulling in and out while probing deeper and deeper with each thrust. After about ten attempts, I finally encountered resistance. My glans pressed against a thin membrane, and I knew I had touched Chen Jing's hymen.

I slowly withdrew my penis until it stopped at the entrance of the girl's vagina. Chen Jing gently lifted a corner of the blanket, peeking at me, seemingly wondering why I had suddenly withdrawn. At that moment, I gripped one of the beauty's breasts tightly with one hand and wrapped my other arm around her waist from below. Gathering all my strength, I thrust my penis hard into her vagina in an instant, tearing apart Chen Jing's hymen, which she had guarded for twenty years, with thunderous force.

My penis, still full of momentum, slammed against the cervix at the end of her vagina, carrying fragments of the hymen. I seemed to hear a tearing sound, and a tearing pain, as sharp as a piercing stab, struck her. The defenses within Chen Jing's secret cave finally crumbled.

Chen Jing immediately felt an unprecedented, excruciating pain: "Ouch—"

followed by frantically pounding my knees with her fists while moaning in pain.

Her pain stemmed from the excruciating agony of losing her virginity, and even more so from the loss of her chastity. I gently comforted her, saying, "Baby, a short, sharp pain is better than a long, drawn-out one. It's like this the first time, even the books say so!"

Actually, this lie was easily exposed. If we were truly having our first meeting, and I was a virgin myself, how could I be so certain that Chen Jing was a virgin? And despite my best efforts to conceal it, I couldn't hide my seasoned skill and a composure that shouldn't exist for a first time. It's just that Chen Jing, this naive girl just entering the world, was completely oblivious to all this.

At that moment, memories flooded back. It wasn't that every virgin couldn't sense my experience; Feng Mengyao was a prime example. She lost her virginity to me under the influence of hallucinogenic drugs, yet she still keenly perceived that I wasn't a novice in bed.

Ah, the past is gone forever; cherish the present!

Chen Jing seemed to agree with what I said; her wildly swinging fists gradually stopped, and her spasms and panting seemed to be forcibly suppressed.

Taking this opportunity, I closed my eyes for a few seconds, quietly enjoying the pleasure my penis brought me. My penis felt like it was firmly gripped by a thin rubber sheath. This feeling made my blood boil even more, and my penis began to slowly throb again after Chen Jing gradually calmed down. Chen Jing seemed to obey me, clearly enduring the pain of being deflowered.

Gradually, my thrusting became rougher, a wave of pleasure shooting through the tip of my glans—a wonderful feeling, and my penis began to heat up. I pulled my penis halfway out, then thrust it in again with force. The sight of Chen Jing's blood staining my penis only fueled my excitement.

After a while, Chen Jing's body involuntarily swayed back and forth slightly with my thrusts. Soon, the friction between my penis and vagina produced increasingly loud 'squeaking' sounds.

I stared at my thick penis rapidly entering and exiting the exposed flesh of her vagina, white fluid mixed with blood constantly gushing from the opening and disappearing deep into Chen Jing's cleft.

"Ah...ah...um...um...ah..."

I moaned softly with pleasure, the fire burning ever more intensely, the pleasure rising higher and higher, my thrusts becoming faster and faster, my voice gradually growing louder.

Although Chen Jing kept her head covered, obscuring her expression, her trembling body and the fragrant sweat dripping from her delicate skin were unmistakable.

This tender, gentle caress, the first time I'd felt this way since anything happened, lasted for over half an hour. Chen Jing seemed to feel the pain slowly subsiding, replaced by an indescribable tingling, numbness, soreness, and itchiness that spread throughout her body—a feeling she'd never experienced before. Although she still didn't dare look at me, one hand had begun gently stroking her body, and the muffled moans from inside her gradually transformed into soft, panting breaths that rose with the rhythm of my thrusts. I naturally noticed her reaction, which fueled my primal lust, making my penis swell even more.

Her vagina was the tightest of all the girls I'd encountered, except for Du Jingwen, yet it remained sensual and taut. Each thrust of my penis brought a close friction against the vaginal walls, sending waves of pleasure through me. At that moment, I couldn't help but think that, in terms of physical beauty alone, this perfect woman was comparable to Feng Mengyao, only lacking her intoxicated gaze and unrestrained moans during passionate intercourse. Yet, a different kind of shyness and bashfulness was unmistakable in her delicate body, even though her facial expression was covered.

Driven by this thought, I thrust even more fiercely and wildly, almost purely mechanically pounding away. After another fifteen minutes, I slammed my glans, which was fiercely rubbing against Chen Jing's clitoris, forward again with tremendous force, enough to blast open her cervix and forcefully push open her tight cervix, pounding deeply and fiercely against her uterine wall.

Chen Jing's private parts were wonderful because they were tight, moist, and had many sensitive folds, but most importantly, the depth of her vagina was very limited. The uterus, located in the shallow, dense cavity, was easily accessible to me with the glans. With my desire constantly swelling, whether it was my hallucination or reality, my penis seemed thicker and longer than it had been a few months ago. This made me enjoy the girl's hidden flower palace even more clearly.

The excruciating pain of being penetrated caused Chen Jing to convulse violently, her whole body twisting almost spasmodically. Yet, the girl's body reached orgasm under the pain, and the gushing love fluid had already soaked my lower abdomen, which was pressed tightly against her fragrant buttocks, making our pubic hair completely wet. And I continued to penetrate her uterus again and again until she experienced a series of orgasms.

Chen Jing trembled all over and was covered in fragrant sweat, but I paid no attention to it under the intense pleasure, enjoying the pleasure of losing her virginity, thrusting again and again with almost destructive force. For a moment, I completely disregarded whether the virgin body beneath me could withstand it.

I thrust hard into Chen Jing's young vagina, then pulled out, then thrust in again, repeating this endlessly. Each time, it was stained with faint red virgin blood, each time accompanied by the violent trembling of her smooth flesh, each time accompanied by a muffled groan from beneath the covers. Virgin blood and vaginal fluid slowly flowed from our joined bodies.

My excitement was nearing its peak, so I leaned back, bracing myself on the bed with my hands, and made my final thrust.

Chen Jing's wanton body was incredibly excited, her vagina constantly secreting copious amounts of vaginal fluid. She tensed all her muscles, her hands straining wildly, even attempting to lift herself up, while one of her raised legs curled up, trying to wrap around my waist and hips. Her body twisted wildly until finally, it was completely stiff and still. At that moment, I felt her vagina contracting rhythmically, her love juice gushing out. All of this clearly told me that she had orgasmed again.

The most effective way to completely conquer a woman is through intercourse after orgasm, a principle I, having honed through countless real-life experiences, understand all too well. At that moment, I thrust my engorged penis in and out, again and again, causing Chen Jing to experience sensations that were indistinguishable between pleasure and pain. Although her muffled cries were unclear and muffled by the sheets, she seemed genuinely worried I would hear, pulling another thin blanket over her mouth and nose with her slender hand.

If the girl's cries were painful groans, she wouldn't need to hide them; she could easily use them to evoke pity from me, the man she didn't consider bad. Her constant attempts to conceal them indicated that this wasn't the case; she was desperately trying to hide the involuntary moans of pleasure arising from her orgasm. How could a man hear such a sound?

If a man was molesting her, solely focused on satisfying his own lust, then such wanton cries would only excite and gratify him. If a man truly loves a girl, he will want her to be reserved and innocent. Such wanton moans during sex will completely shatter her image of purity in his eyes.

This is why many well-behaved girls don't dare to moan wildly during their first time with their lover. However, this is only a subconscious behavior; most girls do it unconsciously, just like Chen Jing is doing now.

My efforts finally paid off. I felt Chen Jing's vagina contracting powerfully, my penis feeling incredibly good and hard, unable to hold back any longer. Seeing my glistening, wet penis rapidly moving in and out of Chen Jing's vagina, a strange pleasure quickly spread throughout my body. I then forcefully thrust my entire penis deep into her vagina, pressing against her clitoris.

A delicate pink flush appeared on Chen Jing's skin. My glans slammed against her cervix, almost blasting her soul out of her body. Her buttocks swayed unconsciously, as if in sync with my relentless, almost overwhelming thrusts. I thrust into her passionately, my fingers gripping her full breasts tightly, sinking deep into their flesh.

Ignoring everything else, I increased the speed of my thrusts, using all my strength to accelerate the movements. After over a hundred thrusts, Chen Jing's vaginal fluids gushed out once more. Overwhelmed by her wanton release, and with the powerful spasms and contractions of her vaginal walls, I immediately felt a tingling sensation down my back. My suppressed ejaculation

could no longer be contained. My semen was already on the verge of release; I withdrew my penis, took a deep breath, and with all my might, thrust my engorged member into the deepest part of Chen Jing's hot, tight, and profound vagina. My enormous, burning-hot glans pressed and squeezed against her delicate, shy clitoris, finally pushing it into Chen Jing's cervix. I growled, "Baby, I'm coming! Ah—" Despite

my warning, Chen Jing showed no sign of backing down. Suddenly, her entire body tensed, causing her vagina to contract with unprecedented tightness. I could no longer hold back, and a thick stream of semen shot into Chen Jing's body. We both trembled violently.

Watching my semen and Chen Jing's vaginal fluids, tinged with a little pink, slowly flow from her vagina and my limp penis, sliding down her thighs, I lay weakly on her side, panting heavily.

Chen Jing's body was convulsing frequently, trembling violently every second or two, like she had malaria. After several minutes, the intervals between each tremor gradually lengthened until she finally lay quietly on her side, motionless.

When I used my remaining strength to gently kiss her back, intending to offer some tenderness to the beauty who had just been thoroughly enjoyed, I realized that Chen Jing was completely unconscious. This made me nervous. Could it be that I had done something wrong to such a beautiful and innocent girl?

Thinking this, I ignored my exhaustion and sat up, wanting to uncover her face from the blanket to see what was wrong. But although Chen Jing was unconscious, her hands were still tightly clenched around the blanket, making it impossible for me to lift the veil.

Could the pain and humiliation have caused her to suffocate herself by tightly closing the blanket? Filled with suspicion, I pulled even harder. Finally, I managed to barely lift a corner from the other side of her head, revealing her beautiful face.

Chen Jing's eyes were still open, two faint traces of tears remaining at the corners of her eyes. A radiant blush lingered on her delicate face. Her slightly parted cherry lips and delicate nose emitted a faint fragrance with each even, slightly heavy breath. A captivating smile played on her lips, her pretty face radiating boundless ecstasy and a dreamy, spring-like allure—the exhilarating relief after passionate release, the blissful intoxication of reaching the pinnacle of life's pleasure.

It was truly a perfect picture, perhaps even rivaling Leonardo da Vinci's Mona Lisa! What could be more alluring than the sleeping posture of a celestial beauty after the passionate union of lovers? At that moment, I couldn't help but wonder, before Mona Lisa posed for Leonardo da Vinci, had she just been brought to ecstasy by him?

Damn, what utter nonsense! Knowing that Chen Jing was simply exhausted and asleep, I finally felt a weight lifted from my heart and began to let my mind wander.

I gently lifted Chen Jing's soft, delicate body and placed her on the bed, letting her rest comfortably with her head on the pillow. Then, I put my arm around her shoulder and lay down beside her, closing my eyes to rest.

Chapter Eleven: A Thousand Knots in My Heart

. I don't know how much time had passed, but sunlight was streaming in through the window in front of the double bed. The soft light bathed our naked bodies, feeling exceptionally warm. I was resting my head on my arm with one hand and gently holding the beautiful woman with the other, lost in thought. I was savoring the passion from just now and the girl's pitiful expression in my arms, replaying the ups and downs and excitement of the whole affair. Suddenly, the beauty trembled in my arms, her fluffy, shoulder-length hair brushing against my left hand resting on her fragrant shoulder. I knew Chen Jing had finally woken up. Judging from the sensation, she seemed to be trying to sit up, turning her head to look at me. I immediately closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep.

Chen Jing slowly woke up, her mind still filled with the lingering afterglow of the passionate encounter. She slowly sat up, only to realize that I had covered her with the blanket, and I was lying curled up beside her in just my underwear, one hand curled under my head, the other lovingly resting on her shoulder. The clothes that had been stripped away without warning a few hours earlier were now neatly arranged above her head, and her shoes were placed squarely on the floor beside the bed.

She gently took my left hand, slowly sat up, and gently placed my hand on the spot where she had been lying. Then she picked up her clothes, put them on one by one, and then slipped on her shoes, trying to get out of bed. But the soreness in her lower back and hips, and the pain in her private parts, caused her legs to buckle and she fell to the floor.

"Ah!" The sudden pain caused her to lose her balance, and she instinctively let out a soft cry.

I immediately 'awoke from my slumber' and sat up: "What happened, Jingjing? Did you fall?"

I said, rushing to the floor to help her up.

Chen Jing didn't answer, forcing herself to stand up quickly despite the pain, and dodged away before I could help her.

Seeing her deliberate avoidance—whether out of sorrow, shyness, or regret—I felt a pang of sadness and asked, "Jingjing, are you...are you alright? Did you hurt yourself?"

Chen Jing avoided me, walked towards the door, stopped at the entrance, and looked back at me. But after less than three seconds of eye contact, she immediately looked away, turning her head to the side. After a long pause, she bit her lower lip and said hesitantly, "Yang...Yang Ziyang, that money...I'll pay it back as soon as possible!"

She then opened the door and walked out.

I immediately grabbed my clothes and chased after her, seeing that she had already reached the building entrance, not even turning back.

"Wait!"

I called out.

Chen Jing stopped and walked towards me. Just when I thought she had finally changed her mind, I found that she changed her route, went to the sofa, picked up her bag, and then walked back towards the door.

"I really will give it back to you, don't worry!"

Chen Jing said, sniffling as if trying to hold back her tears.

I really couldn't understand it. In this situation, after such a pleasurable and unreserved physical encounter, why was she still desperate and able to reject me, the man who had built a good image in her mind?

My previous judgments about Chen Jing's personality had always been accurate, but after having sex with her, I couldn't grasp the key points at all. I still had no idea what she was thinking! Had excessive desire drained me, even my brain?

I wanted to rush over, hug her, and kiss her, to move her with my remaining sincerity, to caress her soul. Yes, I wanted to caress her heart, not her body. I

went to my bag, took out a brand new magnetic card and a small stack of hundred-yuan bills, and handed them over: "This is all I have, take it all!"

I had tried everything, but in the end, this was the only way, almost a transaction. It was obvious that if she accepted the money, it would confirm my position; I would be her boyfriend. Was this a transaction, or was I just trying to maintain my good image? I had already gotten everything I wanted, so why was I doing this? I didn't know!

Chen Jing's right hand twitched slightly beside her skirt, but she didn't take it. After two seconds, she forced a smile and shook her head: "Never mind!"

"Never mind?"

I stared at her, almost blankly, puzzled.

"Yeah, never mind!"

Chen Jing repeated, then turned and left.

After she left, I quickly dressed, but in my haste, my usually practiced movements became clumsy and awkward. By the time I chased her out of the building, she was already outside the complex gate.

I followed her closely, unsure how to stop her, but I couldn't bear to abandon her.

Chen Jing wasn't walking fast. Along the way, she rested twice—on the sidewalk and on the mall steps—each time clutching her bag, gazing blankly at the sky.

It was strange, a bizarre thought flashed through my mind. How could the conversation just now, the current stalking, and my current state of mind feel so familiar?

I followed her to the hospital, but ultimately couldn't think of an excuse or reason to keep her there, and left feeling lost. After returning home, I took out my notebook, but I couldn't edit out the sex scenes between us no matter what I did, and finally gave up halfway and deleted them all.

The next day, Zhao Xinrui and I went to the Second Central Hospital one after the other to accompany Chen Jing and wait for her mother's surgery. During the three-hour surgery, Chen Jing stayed silently by Zhao Xinrui's side, not saying a word to me, not even glancing at me once. Only when Zhao Xinrui, under my arrangement, subtly revealed to Chen Jing that I had paid the full amount for her mother's surgery and, according to unspoken rules, slipped red envelopes to the doctors and nurses on the operating table, did she steal a glance at me.

For the next seven or eight days, Zhao Xinrui and I visited Chen Jing and her mother every day. At first, Chen Jing completely ignored me, and eventually just gave perfunctory "uh-huh," "yes," and "this" to brush me off.

That day, I came to the ward as usual, but Zhao Xinrui didn't come because she had plans with her boyfriend. Chen Jing, whether unwilling or afraid to be with me, made an excuse to buy lunch and stayed away for a long time. I had no choice but to sit down and chat absentmindedly with Chen's mother.

Her mother could now sit up against the bedside. Holding the cup of hot water I had poured for her, she looked at me, who seemed preoccupied, and said, "Xiao Yang, don't be angry. I've spoiled Jingjing; she doesn't like to talk much. Actually, she doesn't dislike you coming!"

"Huh?"

I was staring blankly at Chen Jing's handbag on the table and hadn't noticed what the old woman was saying.

"Hehe, what are you thinking about?"

Seeing that I hadn't listened at all, Mrs. Chen wasn't angry. She continued, "Our Jingjing has never been very talkative since she was little. When she's wronged, she

just locks herself in her room and cries. Sigh!" She sighed, clearly showing her deep affection for her daughter.

Mrs. Chen couldn't be more than fifty, but the years and hardships of life had etched wrinkles on her face. However, these wrinkles couldn't hide her beauty; it was obvious she must have been a beauty no less stunning than Chen Jing in her youth. Even more remarkable was the kind and benevolent look on this woman's face. This dignity and approachability meant that even in her illness, one would never feel any sense of weakness or disdain.

"Auntie, Chen Jing is a good girl. I won't blame her."

These were my true feelings. As the saying goes, like mother, like daughter; Chen Jing's simplicity largely stemmed from the respectable mother before her.

Mrs. Chen smiled at me, then looked towards the door and said leisurely, "Do you know how Chen Jing got her name?"

This question caught me off guard. Before I could even ponder it, her mother answered, "When she was born, she didn't cry at all. The nurses thought she was mute. It wasn't until I picked her up that she 'hehe'ed out. While other babies were rolling around and crying in their cribs in the nursery, she just lay there quietly, her chubby little face with a few smile lines..."

Mrs. Chen recalled these sweet memories, a peaceful smile spreading across her face.

"Jingjing didn't learn to speak until she was four. Unlike other children, she never joined in their wild antics. She would sit alone on a little stool watching me do housework, sometimes for an hour or two. Don't you think she lives up to her name? Hehe!"

Mrs. Chen put her water glass on the table, smiling at me.

Just then, Chen Jing slowly walked in from the doorway, her lunch including my portion.

That afternoon after leaving the hospital, my mind was filled with Chen's mother's kind face. Perhaps it wasn't my fault that, as an orphan, I couldn't understand the hardships of motherhood before, but how enviable it must be to have such a kind, hardworking, and loving mother!

Chen Jing had such a mother; everything she did was for this person. Thinking of this, a strange impulse welled up from the depths of my heart. I envied Chen Jing, I wanted Chen Jing, I… I wanted to be a member of this little group!

Under the cover of night, in my room, two passionate lovers were intensely caressing each other, pulling at each other's now-excessive clothes. Suddenly, the man shoved the girl aside. The girl looked at the man who had been so enthusiastic just moments before, puzzled.

"What's wrong? Don't you want to anymore?"

Zhao Xinrui asked me strangely, then tried to pull at my shirt again.

"Go away, I'm not in the mood today!"

I pushed her onto the bed again with force.

"Tch, Ziqiang's like this, and you're like this too! I don't know what possessed you both today!"

Zhao Xinrui complained, sitting on the edge of the bed and swinging her little feet incessantly.

This question made my heart skip a beat: "What, did you tell him about Chen Jing?" But

as soon as I asked, I realized something was off. Zhao Xinrui knew Li Ziqiang was still obsessed with Chen Jing and would never reveal her affair to this playboy.

But unexpectedly, Zhao Xinrui readily admitted it: "Ah!"

Then she sighed with extreme regret: "Sigh! I accidentally let it slip today, and as a result, Ziqiang has been distracted all afternoon and evening. He only occasionally spoke to me, and it was always indirectly asking about Chen Jing's current situation!"

She then snorted jealously: "I won't tell him, I'll make him furious!"

I shook my head and smiled bitterly. This vixen's jealousy was truly extraordinary. You know, a playboy like Li Ziqiang would never linger on one crooked tree like her. Even if it wasn't Chen Jing, there would be Li Jing, Zhang Jing. The problem wasn't with Chen Jing at all.

But then I thought, this situation could be used to open Chen Jing's tightly closed heart and see what she was really thinking. Because a woman would never be indifferent to the man who gave her her first orgasm, and her current actions must have a reason, a reason that most people wouldn't easily understand, only able to be triggered under strong stimulation.

I called Zhao Xinrui over, leaned down and whispered a few words in her ear. To my surprise, Zhao Xinrui immediately panicked: "No! I'm telling you, Ziyang, I've done whatever you asked me to do, even when you raped me by the lake last time, I didn't resist. But you can't have designs on Ziqiang..."

She then softened, grabbing my arm and pleading incessantly.

I gently pushed her away and softly reasoned with her, "Silly Boy, I'm doing this for your own good! Only in this way will Li Ziqiang give up his hopes for Chen Jing and focus all his attention on you. Think about it carefully, what good will it do me if Li Ziqiang succeeds with Chen Jing?"

My words clearly elevated Chen Jing above Zhao Xinrui, but Zhao Xinrui, in order to solidify her love, didn't seem to mind at all, and didn't even care when I called her a "stupid bitch." She immediately started considering my line of thought and reluctantly agreed after a long while.

This time, I didn't have sex with her; even her attempts to seduce me had no effect. Perhaps I'm no longer satisfied with mere sexual intercourse; I want to possess more than just a woman's body.

But after Zhao Xinrui left, I remained restless and agitated. I didn't know why, but it felt like there was something crucial I hadn't considered, yet no matter how hard I racked my brains, I couldn't pinpoint what was wrong. I could only console myself, hoping it was just needless worry.

On the third night, Chen Jing, as usual, stayed with her mother until after 10 PM before heading home to the Heping residential area. However, a man followed her closely. This man was over 1.8 meters tall, with a fair complexion, refined yet handsome, and a strong physique without any hint of brute force. But this man, unlike his usual carefree demeanor, was now lurking and stalking her in a lewd manner. This man was none other than the poor wretch I had dubbed a cuckold—Li Ziqiang.

Unbeknownst to him, another unassuming man was also secretly watching him from a short distance behind—that man, of course, was me, the vigilante.

Two days prior, Li Ziqiang had learned some information about Chen Jing, the girl of his dreams, from his girlfriend, Zhao Xinrui, and had been restless for the past day or so. But he also knew that his girlfriend was extremely jealous of Chen Jing and would never reveal any more information to him. Desperate, he called Zhao Xinrui's dormitory today. A girl he didn't know answered the phone. After asking for his identity and purpose, she said, "Zhao Xinrui isn't here. She said that if anyone is looking for her, they should say that she went to the Second Central Hospital to visit a patient."

Li Ziqiang was secretly pleased with himself, basking in the success of his clever scheme of calling Zhao Xinrui's dorm room instead of her cell phone. Little did he know, this was all part of a two-day charade orchestrated by me. I even scolded him, "You stupid bastard, why did it take you a whole day to think of this? You made me wait outside the hospital all night for nothing!"

The two entered Hepingli one after the other, reaching the third floor of a residential building. Chen Jing took out her key, opened the door, and was about to push it open when a voice suddenly called out from behind, "Chen Jing!"

Startled, Chen Jing immediately turned around.

When she saw a man standing behind her, she froze, "You…who are you? What do you want?"

Her voice trembled with fear.

“It’s me! Don’t you remember?”

Li Ziqiang approached Chen Jing from the dimly lit stairwell. “It’s me, Li Ziqiang!”

Seeing his face clearly, Chen Jing relaxed slightly. “Oh, it’s you. How did you find this place? Is there something you need?”

Her voice, though no longer filled with fear, was noticeably unfriendly.

“I…”

Li Ziqiang, though preoccupied with this beautiful woman, didn’t know what to say at the moment. He paused before saying, “Can I come in? It’s a bit cold outside!”

Although it was already autumn, the temperature was still in the twenties, the perfect time for autumn chill, even at night. Li Ziqiang’s words were completely irrelevant; he simply wanted to enter this pretty girl’s home.

Chen Jing understood this and immediately refused, “No, I’ve been busy all day, and I’m tired and sleepy. Let’s talk about it tomorrow.”

She then tried to open the door.

Seeing that he was about to be turned away, Li Ziqiang was dumbfounded. Handsome men like him rarely possessed any exceptional intelligence. Because they usually only need to beckon with a flick of their finger and a casual smile, ordinary girls will swarm around them like flies to dung. If that doesn't work, they can pull out their wallets, showing off their substantial wealth, and even the likes of Zhao Xinrui will submit. Over the years, this has fostered a blind confidence in picking up girls, making them completely oblivious to the inner world of women.

Of course, it is precisely because of this that Li Ziqiang is even more enamored with Chen Jing, a girl who is not swayed by his masculine charm and large sums of money. At this moment, Li Ziqiang had no other excuse, so he had to get straight to the point: "Wait, wait, wait, actually I heard you were in some trouble, so I came to check on you!"

Chen Jing had guessed what was going on; Li Ziqiang must have learned about her situation from Zhao Xinrui, and that's why he thought he had an opportunity. Chen Jing wasn't unaware of this playboy and didn't dislike him. If it had been ten days ago, in a slightly more formal setting, and Li Ziqiang had learned of her predicament and offered a helping hand, she probably would have been forced to accept it. But now things are different. She's dramatically overcome her difficulties and no longer has to live at the mercy of others. At this moment, Li Ziqiang's concern and concern seem like taking advantage of her vulnerability.

She coldly replied, "Nothing of the sort. Who told you that?"

She then tried to pull the door open and go inside.

Li Ziqiang could no longer accept this feeling of being rejected. He immediately stepped forward and grabbed Chen Jing's shoulders, saying, "Chen Jing, please don't do this. You can tell me what's wrong. You know how I feel about you. I'll agree to anything you ask!"

This action surprised Chen Jing, and she immediately struggled. If it had been ten days ago, although Chen Jing wouldn't have wanted to be so close to him, she would never have resisted so fiercely. But she had already given her body to another man. Although there was an element of coercion, in her eyes, it was sincere. And if she were to have intimate relations with another man now, it would be considered shameless behavior, something that could be measured as promiscuous and casual. Moreover, because of the money she borrowed, Zhao Xinrui and she were in the honeymoon phase of their relationship. How could she be so ambiguous with her best friend's boyfriend at this time? What would Zhao Xinrui think if she found out?

"Let me go... Don't do this, I'll call for help if you do this again!"

This position was simply unbearable for Chen Jing. Li Ziqiang's words clearly meant that he wanted her to submit to him in exchange for financial support, which touched on the hidden pain that I had unintentionally planted in Chen Jing's heart.

"Really, I will be good to you, please accept me!"

Li Ziqiang was partly driven by the anxiety of his long-awaited but unsatisfied desire, and partly by the fact that no one was around, which emboldened him. He actually tried to hug her and forcibly kiss her.

"Get away, you scoundrel!"

Chen Jing shouted, and a crisp 'slap' landed on Li Ziqiang's arrogant and handsome cheek, leaving five light red marks on his jade-like face. This slap was noticeably crisper than the one she gave me, and it was delivered decisively, without any sign of regret.

This blow stunned Li Ziqiang. As a spoiled young man, he had never been beaten by a girl before, especially not the girl of his dreams, whom he couldn't have.

Two possibilities arose: first, the blow might bring Li Ziqiang to his senses, and he might bow his head, admit his mistake, and slink away; second, he might become enraged and actually assault her, doing something irreversible.

Neither of these outcomes was what I wanted. Immediately, I rushed over, and before Li Ziqiang could even react to the slap, I grabbed his clothes and pulled him away, yelling, "What are you doing? Get out of here!"

Li Ziqiang stumbled back two meters, stammering, "Damn, who the hell…"

Then our eyes met, and we recognized each other.

"Yang Ziyang?"

"Li Ziqiang!"

We both exclaimed simultaneously, one genuinely, the other feigning surprise.

"Ziyang?"

Chen Jing recognized the unexpected man who had suddenly appeared—the one who had taken her virginity. Her call was a mixture of excitement and surprise.

Li Ziqiang, being strong, wasn't knocked over by my sudden movement. He steadied himself and looked at me in astonishment. "Hey, Ziyang, what brings you here?"

"I came to see Chen Jing,"

I said calmly, repeating my prepared excuse. "But why are you here in the middle of the night?"

Li Ziqiang was speechless. He knew I knew perfectly well that his girlfriend wasn't Chen Jing, making it impossible for him to explain the situation. No man with a girlfriend would go to another girl's house in the middle of the night and be intimate with her; it completely violated common moral standards.

"I...I also came to see Chen Jing. Chen Jing is my girlfriend's classmate, and she asked me to come!"

Li Ziqiang made up an excuse, but it was riddled with holes. He was caught off guard and didn't have a better explanation, and he didn't take me seriously, thinking I was easy to deal with.

"No, Zhao Xinrui has been with me all afternoon, she didn't say you were coming!"

Chen Jing exposed his lie before I could.

"Then please leave if there's nothing else. Chen Jing and I have something to discuss!"

I bluntly gave Chen Jing the order to leave.

Li Ziqiang, now completely humiliated, resorted to shamelessness: "Why should I leave? Who do you think you are?"

"He's my boyfriend!"

Chen Jing suddenly blurted out those words and casually wrapped her arms around mine, leaving Li Ziqiang stunned. To be honest, I was also taken aback, then overjoyed. Regardless of Chen Jing's motives, this was the first time in my life a girl had directly called me her boyfriend, especially such a beautiful girl whose virginity I had taken. I was incredibly happy.

"Did you hear that?"

I seized the opportunity and immediately spoke in the role of the host, "Aren't you leaving? If you don't leave, I'll call the police!"

As I reached for my phone,

I realized that shame was hard to bear. How could Li Ziqiang possibly back down from this situation? On one side was the beauty of his dreams, and on the other was a nobody he had never respected, and these two were actually teaming up to embarrass him.

"Damn it!"

He suddenly took two steps forward and raised his thick fist to strike, but I pushed Chen Jing away to save her from being caught in the crossfire. I heard two loud thuds in my ears; two solid punches landed on my stomach. The pain made me immediately bend over, coughing incessantly.

"Yang Ziyang, Chen Jing, you'll regret this!"

Li Ziqiang gritted his teeth and said, ignoring the darkness of the stairwell, he ran downstairs.

Chen Jing, whom I had pushed aside, saw me hunched over against the doorframe as soon as she came to her senses. She immediately rushed over to help me up: "Ziyang, Ziyang, are you alright?"

I struggled to my feet, rubbing my stomach and forcing a smile: "I'm fine, I'm fine, it's nothing, I can take a beating!"

But after only a few words, I started coughing violently.

"Oh dear, you said you were fine, come inside and rest for a while!"

Chen Jing said, helping me into the house while fumbling for the light switch. The script was progressing very smoothly, and I thus entered the house.

Once inside, I discovered that the home was surprisingly simple. In the living room, an old-fashioned round table was laden with bowls and chopsticks, surrounded by two cabinets and three wooden chairs; besides that, there was nothing else of note. The door to the only bedroom was open, revealing a double wooden bed out of place with two neatly arranged sets of bedding. I couldn't fathom how Chen Jing and her mother had managed to survive such a sweltering summer without air conditioning or a fan.

Chen Jing helped me sit down on a chair and poured me a glass of water: "Here, drink some water!"

After I took it, I noticed I was looking around with a surprised expression, and I lowered my head, whispering, "I... our family is already poor, and now that Mom is sick..."

The dim yellow light from the bulb illuminated her pretty face, adding to her sorrow.

I gently stroked her hair and softly comforted her, "It'll be alright, your mother's condition has improved significantly, hasn't it?"

"Yes!"

Chen Jing nodded weakly and began clearing the table of dishes.

Seeing her toiling away seemed to be a painful experience, and I couldn't bear it. "Jingjing, I..."

"Don't...don't call me 'Jingjing,' just call me Chen Jing!"

Chen Jing interrupted me, speaking as she worked. But seeing that I didn't respond, she stopped and turned to look at me, her eyes pleading, which then turned into a faint sadness.

This poignant expression made me lose control. Suddenly, I jumped up from the stool, grabbed her right hand that was wiping the table with a rag, and pulled her into my arms. "Jingjing, why are you doing this? Why are you always avoiding me? What did I do wrong?"

My impulsive questioning startled Chen Jing, and she struggled desperately. Her right hand was held tightly by me, and her body was almost pressed against my chest. She could only raise her left fist and hit me hard, shouting, "Let me go! Let me go!"

Each time she shouted "Let me go," she slammed her fist into my chest, her expression a mixture of fear and sorrow.

"No! I won't let go, hit me all you want, hit me all you want!"

Not only did I show no sign of letting go, but I also used my left hand to tightly embrace her back, pulling her closer to my body.

In that instant, Chen Jing felt my body heat—such a strong and solid support, the kind of shield a woman needs most. Suddenly, she stopped hitting me, her face lifted, her eyes brimming with tears as she looked at me, meeting my unwavering yet tender gaze. The small fist that had been pounding my chest also stopped at that moment, slowly opening and resting on my shoulder.

"Wah...ah...waaaah..."

A heart-wrenching cry escaped Chen Jing's lips as she collapsed into my arms, as if all her strength had left. Tears streamed down her face, soaking my thick jacket and flowing straight into my heart.

Chen Jing burst into tears, completely forgetting herself, clinging to me and wailing uncontrollably, as if releasing all the energy within her body in this way, or as if washing away all the grievances she had suffered since birth with her tears. With each sob, her whole body trembled, her bones felt like they were falling apart, and if I hadn't been there to support her, she would have collapsed to the ground.

Perhaps for so many years, she desperately needed an opportunity to release the resentment in her heart. Perhaps, having lived a helpless life, forced by reality, she desperately needed the support of a strong body to lean on.

Being relied upon by her like this filled me with an indescribable sense of satisfaction, but also a nameless guilt. My eyes began to well up with tears, so I held Chen Jing in my arms, tilting my head back to ease my choked throat and prevent the tears from falling.

Seven or eight minutes later, perhaps from crying, Chen Jing, her face streaked with tears, was exhausted. Her wailing turned into sobs, but her slender hands still gripped my collar tightly, and she leaned heavily against me.

Afraid she would lose her strength, I put my arm around her waist and led her step by step into the bedroom. I gently placed her on the bed and sat beside her by the window, comforting her, "It's alright, Jingjing, don't cry anymore. You'll hurt yourself. Things will get better. Your mother's surgery was successful, and besides, you still have me!"

This is when a girl's defenses are most vulnerable. Giving her a strong sense of support at this moment is most likely to be accepted by her. If I could achieve this, my goal of marrying her wouldn't be far off. I then asked, "Honey, why...why have you been avoiding me ever since that day?"

To my surprise, Chen Jing didn't answer. Instead, she gently turned around, rested her head on my shoulder, and gazed at the hazy moonlight outside, saying softly, "My family used to live in Qinhuangdao, Hebei. My mother was a housewife, and my father was the secretary-general of the municipal party committee..."

She seemed to be telling a story, reminiscing about the past. I knew I shouldn't interrupt her, so I listened quietly.

Chen Jing seemed completely oblivious to my presence, continuing, "Our family of three used to live happily together, and our living conditions were much better than most families. Before I knew it, I had graduated from junior high school, and this day happened to be my fifteenth birthday. My father, mother, grandmother, and I celebrated with a cake. My father even came home early to bring me a pair of beautiful high heels as a gift..."

Her tone was drawn out, like she was telling a fairy tale to a child. When talking about her birthday, a blissful smile appeared on her face, but suddenly she became very excited, her voice trembling as she continued, "But just as the four of us sat together to blow out the candles, a series of urgent knocks interrupted us. I remember my mother opened the door, and five or six policemen in peaked caps burst in. They said they were from the Supervision Office and the Discipline Inspection Commission. They pulled out a piece of paper stamped with a red seal, and they said my father was suspected of serious embezzlement and bribery, they..."

Chen Jing became more and more agitated as she spoke, her whole body convulsing.

I could only gently stroke her hair. What could I say about what happened five years ago?

Chen Jing's irregular breathing calmed slightly after my gentle caresses, and then she began to recount her story: "My father was forcibly pulled up from his seat, handcuffed, and taken away. Before leaving, he turned back and smiled at us, saying nothing! That was the last time I ever saw him. Whew!"

Chen Jing let out a long breath, as if releasing all the pent-up emotions that had accumulated within her. After a while, she continued, "Originally, everything in our house was confiscated as illegal gains, and my grandmother passed away not long after because of it. My mother and I avoided all acquaintances and settled here!"

Only then did I understand why Chen Jing's eyes were always so deep, seemingly filled with endless unspeakable bitterness and unspoken sorrow. It turned out she had such a painful past that most people couldn't comprehend. And her father hadn't actually died; he had been imprisoned. Moreover, Chen Jing's father used to be such a high-ranking government official, no wonder this fallen phoenix always carries a noble air, which can be revealed even when she is dressed in extremely simple clothes.

Lost in my own thoughts, Chen Jing spoke almost to herself, seemingly oblivious to everything else: "Mom works as a cleaner at the paper mill during the day and does odd jobs in the cold food workshop of the No. 2 food factory at night. She earns less than six hundred yuan a month, barely enough to support us, but her health is deteriorating day by day. The year before last, during the Dragon Boat Festival, knowing I love sweets, she made a lot of zongzi (sticky rice dumplings). But I got upset over something trivial and refused to eat them. So, for the next few days, Mom was forced to eat over twenty zongzi as her main meal, twice a day. Because of her work, she already had a weak stomach, and eating so much sticky food made her develop stomach ulcers, a prolapsed stomach, and hyperthyroidism..."

She looked at me with a face full of self-reproach, then turned to me and asked, "Do you know what it looks like when someone goes seven or eight days without food, weighing only seventy pounds and reduced to skin and bones? Have you ever seen that?..."

Her lips trembled rapidly, and two streams of tears rolled down her cheeks.

Even the hardest heart would break at such a sight, let alone mine. I gently stroked Chen Jing's fragrant shoulder, and her soft, boneless body immediately lay across me, her head resting on my legs as she sobbed softly. At this moment, Chen Jing was lying on her side between my legs, her cherry-like lips facing my crotch. This position was actually quite suggestive, but I had no impure thoughts, my heart was filled with tenderness.

"Later, under the treatment of an old traditional Chinese medicine doctor, Mother miraculously recovered, but because of this serious illness, her body became extremely weak. But she never cared and insisted on continuing her arduous work. Sometimes I would advise her, 'You made some friends when Father was working, why don't you ask them for help? Even though people are forgotten after they leave, there should still be some kindness.' But Mother said, 'We can't take what belongs to others for nothing. Father went to jail because of this, we can't die like this!'"

Chen Jing was already sobbing uncontrollably as she spoke. Her words gave me a vague sense of something amiss. Could it be because of this that Chen Jing…?

Sure enough, Chen Jing suddenly cried even harder, sobbing and confessing, “But… but I took your money, and… and I even tried to steal you… Waaaaah…”

What a foolish girl! Didn’t she know I was lying to her? She had always thought of me as a good person, even considering having me a morally reprehensible desire. Why was she so foolish, so naive?

I don’t know if it was my conscience that awakened, or if Chen Jing’s kindness and purity moved me, but tears uncontrollably streamed down my face, dripping onto Chen Jing’s pure white face bathed in moonlight.

“Jingjing, I’m yours, not someone you stole. I love you, I really love you, I want you, I truly want you!”

I couldn’t control myself and lowered my head to kiss her still-sobming face passionately.

Chen Jing felt my tears falling on her pretty face, but she was focused on protesting the unfairness of the world and completely ignored me. Suddenly, I felt my body trembling. Then, my face, radiating a strong masculine scent, pressed against hers, kissing her while I poured out my heart in a near-irrational outpouring.

My loss of control frightened her; she immediately tried to sit up, pushing against my thighs with her hands while softly crying out, "No...no...don't do this...I'm a thief, I don't deserve you...uh..."

Before she could finish, my lips sealed hers.

Her previously struggling body slowly melted under my haphazard, wet kisses, collapsing limply into my arms...

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