[Urban] Clouds and Rain (Complete) - 12

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Chapter Fourteen.

The same moon hung in the Hong Kong night sky, but it was far from the peaceful tranquility of Xiaomu Mountain. From an old warehouse on Jardine Street came the occasional sounds of pounding. Inside the brightly lit warehouse, dozens of muscular, shirtless men were either vigorously hitting sandbags or fiercely brawling at each other.

A tall young man in a brightly colored floral shirt, in an office on the second floor of the warehouse, looked down at everything from the window, speaking on the phone with an annoyed tone, "Yes, go and contact that guy surnamed Zhang properly. Let me know immediately if you have any news."

He then hung up the phone and tossed it behind him.

A short, curly-haired young man deftly took the phone from the air, carefully tucked it away, and then followed behind the young man with a fawning expression, saying, "Brother Shan, don't worry, A-Ran will definitely handle this matter well."

"Handle well, humph,"

Yu Qiushan, who was more than a head taller than the other man, turned around and glared at him, "He better be able to handle it well, or I'll throw him into Clearwater Bay to feed the sharks."

He paused slightly, then asked, "Um, about Dr. Luo, how's that... you know... how is it going?"

"You mean that surgery?"

the curly-haired young man cleverly took over the conversation, replying, "Don't worry, Brother Shan, Dr. Luo already tested it on that kid surnamed Chen today, you'll see the results tomorrow, hehe."

"Hehe,"

a sinister smile appeared on Yu Qiushan's face, "Will it really be that effective?"

"Don't worry, Brother Shan, Dr. Luo is an expert among experts when it comes to this penis nerve plexus modification surgery."

The curly-haired guy said excitedly, rubbing his hands together. "Instead of making that guy surnamed Lu impotent or a eunuch, let's make him a premature ejaculator, so he can't even get it when he sees a beautiful woman. Brother Shan, you can do whatever you want with his girls, fuck them until they die, the old man will definitely be happy."

"Hehe, good."

Yu Qiushan smiled with satisfaction, patted the curly-haired guy's shoulder hard, and then walked to the corner of the office.

A petite woman was hanging there from a rope. Her hands were tied, her legs were spread wide open, and her genitals were exposed to a glass basin a dozen centimeters in front of her. The basin, with markings, contained a pale yellow liquid that emitted a foul, fishy smell.

Yu Qiushan walked closer, patted the woman's delicate face, and said, "That's right, just like that, try your best to pee inside. The more you pee, the more Chen Qiang will drink."

The woman didn't answer; a pained expression appeared on her pretty face, and two lines of shameful tears streamed from her slightly swollen eyes.

Seeing her expression, Yu Qiushan seemed even more excited and continued, "But giving that kid more nutrient solution won't help. He'll soon—no, I should say he's already become a premature ejaculator—and he'll be injected with sperm antibodies, so you'll never be able to get pregnant. What's the point of a man like that living? Hahaha!" "Hahaha,"

the henchmen in the room all laughed along.

The rising sun emerged from the tranquil, dim South China Sea, its bright light instantly stretching across the seashore, embracing the towering skyscrapers, their dazzling brilliance reflected in the modern glass walls.

In this jungle of steel and concrete, some buildings were tall and short, some cheap and dilapidated, others expensively constructed. The villas amidst the picturesque scenery of Repulse Bay naturally belong to the latter category.

Inside one of these European-style villas, sunlight streamed through large glass windows, illuminating a heart-shaped bed. A

bright red sheet covered the bed, and a tall man lay supine, legs spread wide, with a pale, fleshy body kneeling between them. A small head was buried between the man's legs, her golden hair falling on either side of her face, obscuring her features.

However, even without seeing her face, her high-perched buttocks were enough to drive one wild. Her round, full buttocks were smooth and brimming with youthful vitality, lacking the greasiness of a mature woman; one could immediately imagine the satisfying elasticity of a thrust from behind.

The girl's delicate white hands pressed against the man's hairy thighs, her cheeks puffed out, as she diligently took his entire penis into her mouth. Her head bobbed up and down, vigorously stroking it.

The dark, fleshy penis thrust rapidly in and out of the girl's red lips, glistening saliva dripping like fine threads from the corners of her pink mouth, staining the man's dark pubic hair.

Just as the man closed his eyes, comfortably enjoying the girl's gentle oral service, the phone beside the pillow suddenly started playing gangster music. He picked it up impatiently, glanced at it, and his narrowed eyes suddenly lit up.

The man reached for the remote control next to the bedside lamp, grabbed the girl's hair with his other hand, and forcefully pulled her away from his penis.

The sudden, intense pain from the man's violent grab caused the girl to burst into tears, but she knew that if she cried out in pain, she would only receive more abuse from the man. This violent man would definitely humiliate her severely to satisfy his perverse desires.

So, she not only suppressed the sounds of pain in her throat but also tried to put on a submissive smile, a smile that was more painful than crying.

Looking at the girl he held in his hand, her face deathly pale, her mouth smeared with the saliva from licking his penis, still managing a lewd grin despite the pain, Yu Qiushan grinned smugly. What kind of "pure and innocent" singer, what kind of "campus belle" was she? She was even more despicable than that old cunt he'd beg for fifty bucks a time. "Dad's right," he said, "actresses are more despicable than prostitutes. Give them a chance to be famous, and they'll eat shit and lick asses. Especially these young girls who want fame but are afraid of losing face, you can do whatever you want with them.

This girl named Qian Shishi is a good plaything. Third place in the Super Girl finals, a little famous but not quite a big star, I've been promoting her for half a year, not only taking her virginity but also opening her back door. Those stupid netizens in mainland China even voted her as some kind of sweet-singing sister; if they saw her now, they'd definitely choose her as their 'licking brother's sister.'

But she can sing... " Ge's little mouth was so nimble; even though he pulled her hair away, her teeth didn't scratch his penis.

Looking at her obedient appearance, he was actually a little reluctant to lend her to Changye and his gang. Those old geezers were shameless; if she couldn't handle it, they'd force-feed her. Last time, Vivian was hospitalized with rectal prolapse because of them, and she couldn't even have her photoshoot done.

Thinking of this, Yu Qiushan's grip loosened slightly. A clear image appeared on the large LED screen in front of him; the Taiwanese woman was still in the warehouse, her face flushed, fast asleep. It seemed that Ade and the others had exhausted her yesterday. Oh no.

He'd dealt with her husband and her, venting his anger for the old man, but to solve the project problem, he still needed Changye to smooth things over with the Legislative Council. Looks like he couldn't afford to waste this girl. Thinking this, Yu Qiushan's gaze drifted back to Qian Shishi.

Oh well, Dad always said a man who does great things can't be soft-hearted, and he can't be stingy with women.

He'd use this girl to solve the old man's project problem, then go to the mainland and deal with that Lu guy. If the old man was happy, all the family assets would be his, and then… hehe! Yu Haodong, you just wait!

Feeling his hair… As the tearing force lessened, Qian Shishi breathed a sigh of relief, though the thought of the potential humiliation and abuse still made her tremble.

However, seeing her boss's eyes scanning back and forth between her and the television behind her still made her uneasy.

When a slight smile appeared on his lips, the girl knew something was wrong, but before her body could prepare, another sharp pain shot through her head.

The man pressed her head down against his crotch again, her fair face pressed directly against his testicles, the scent of male hormones instantly filling her nostrils.

But there was no time to think about anything else. Knowing her boss's habits well, Shishi could only try her best to raise her neck, adjust the angle of her mouth, and stick out her pink tongue, licking the wrinkled skin of the man's testicles. She even gently rubbed her smooth face against the base of his hairy thighs.

The girl's compliance may have had some effect; Yu Qiushan released his right hand, and Qian Shishi felt much lighter, although her scalp was still throbbing slightly. But she couldn't care less about that. Her pink tongue licked upwards along the man's scrotum, carefully licking every inch of the shaft.

She knew that the boss hadn't pulled his penis out of her mouth because she hadn't done anything wrong, but because she had tried too hard, and the man was about to ejaculate. The company's special trainer had once told them that a man doesn't like to ejaculate quickly. A woman who makes a man ejaculate quickly will only bore him; the longer a man delays ejaculation, the more pleasure he will experience.

Last night, she had been practicing dance for the concert and simply didn't have the energy to serve her boss. That's why she was working so hard, hoping to have a moment to rest. But the boss's violence quickly reminded Qian Shishi of the "special training" she had received. She hurriedly tried to kiss the shaft in front of her to distract herself from those memories. If she could, the girl even wished that none of it had actually happened.

But the more she tried not to think about it, the more those past scenes flashed through her mind.

To stop thinking about those memories, she used her pink lips to gently rub the shiny black shaft between her upper and lower lips. Out of the corner of her eye, she secretly glanced at the screen through the gaps in her hair, trying to distract herself and forget the training scenes that kept flashing through her mind.

The video showed a young woman with dark circles under her eyes and two clear tear tracks on her delicate face. She looked somewhat dazed and weak, a tired look that was very familiar to Qian Shishi.

The woman sat completely naked on an old inflatable bed, her legs tightly clasped together, her wrists bound by a long rope. In front of several men, she covered her bare chest with her arms.

Listening closely, one could hear her shameful pleas coming from the speakers, "You...you promised, as long as...as long as I...you'd let me see A-Qiang..."

"As long as what?"

"Yeah, as long as what? How are we supposed to know if you don't tell us?"

"Yeah, just tell us!"

The men around her lewdly laughed as they reached out, one after another, groping and pinching the woman's naked body. The woman on the inflatable bed twisted and turned, trying to dodge, but her bare flesh was exposed, and she could be grabbed no matter what. This symbolic avoidance only increased the men's lewd pleasure.

Finally, she could only lower her head and protest in a pitiful and ashamed voice, "You, you broke your promise..."

"Oh?"

One of the men, a bald middle-aged man, grabbed the woman's bare nipple and rubbed it while asking, "How did we break our promise? You should tell me properly, Teacher Lin..."

"Speak up, or we'll kill your husband."

A short man with curly hair next to him roared with a fierce face.

“Hey, Curly, don’t scare our Teacher Lin,”

the bald middle-aged man pushed the curly-haired boy aside, his short, thick fingers grasping and kneading the woman’s breasts as he spoke. “I love this side of you. You’ve been fucked by us so many times, and you still act like a virtuous woman. Tell me! What did you do yesterday? If you don’t tell me, hmph, I’ll make your husband drink all the stuff you’ve urinated these past few days.”

“Ah?”

The woman’s face paled at these words, and she pleaded, “No, no, I’ll tell you…”

She lowered her head, biting her lip and whispering, “Yesterday, yesterday I licked that… and then… had sex…”

“Fuck!”

The bald man’s face darkened instantly, and he tightened his grip, yelling, “Curly, go, pour all that stuff in that basin down that bastard Chen Qiang’s throat, let him drink his fill. Still using your hands? How can that be enjoyable? Forum reputation guaranteed!” "High-grade silicone video of Fan Bingbing's genitals, molded to a realistic state, highly realistic vulva shape, soft and delicate skin! Built-in large granular protrusions, close to the female physiological structure, providing a more realistic experience... with a rhythmic and irresistible feel! Click to enter."

"Ah? No!"

The woman's voice suddenly rose, enduring the pain in her breasts as she said, "No, I'll tell you. Yesterday, yesterday I gave Wei Ge oral sex, and then, and then I had sex with Curly-haired Brother, Curly-haired Brother."

"What? I can't hear you?"

The curly-haired boy deliberately turned to the side and touched his ear, saying, "It doesn't seem to be said that way, Teacher Lin."

"Oh, right, Teacher Lin, you're being too uncooperative."

"Yes, I licked Wei Ge's penis,"

seeing the men around her looking annoyed, the woman quickly said loudly, "and then Curly-haired Brother fucked me hard from behind, it felt so good, so exciting." Men

are all so disgusting, they only feel happy when they embarrass women. Qian Shishi watched furtively, lost in thought, when suddenly a cough startled her. She jumped, then immediately began to diligently lick the penis before her.

The girl's pink tongue licked from the scrotum to the glans, then slowly back up, the tip touching the urethral opening and circling it a few times. She then licked down the line from the glans, carefully licking the edge of the umbilicus.

Her small, red tongue moved downwards, licking the outer skin of the scrotum. The girl stretched out her delicate labia to support the two testicles, slowly circling them, licking every fold of the scrotum. Then, she used her fair hands to hold the testicles, licking them little by little with her tongue, burying her head deeper until she reached the man's dark anus.

The boss always liked women to lick his anus; according to him, it prevented hemorrhoids. The girl who had slept with him the previous night must have licked there, but the strong smell still made Qian Shishi gasp for breath.

The third-place winner of Super Girl, the sweet-voiced girl chosen online, and the freshman beauty of Dongdu University, could only try to ignore the smells. She stretched her delicate tongue into the dark folds of the man's anus, circling it with her sweet tongue tip. She had to endure not only the smell but also the rough, prickly anal hairs.

Yu Qiushan, of course, had no idea how Qian Shishi felt. Even if he did, it would probably only make him feel more aroused.

People say a son will one day realize his father's greatness; Yu Qiushan's feeling was probably like that.

His father, Yu Wang, once told him, drunk, that his favorite novel was *The Song of the Six Dynasties*, in which a great hero said that the most alluring taste in the world was not mutual affection, but challenging taboos. Without taboos, life was bland and tasteless. The best way to have sex was with married women, mothers-in-law, and sisters.

Although Yu Qiushan didn't like reading much, he felt this great hero was absolutely right. He must be a brother in the underworld, otherwise how could he understand so well?

After forcibly having sex with an older female student on the school rooftop when he was fifteen, he discovered that no matter how beautiful a woman's face, how hot her body, or how tight her vagina, having sex with her so many times wouldn't make him feel more satisfied. Instead, many strange techniques would make this riding game more interesting.

The Taiwanese Chinese teacher in front of him was a prime example. Despite being so shy, she cried and spread her legs to let him have his way so her lover could escape with his life, her expression like that of a virgin being deflowered.

Now, her swollen, horny vagina had finally earned her lover being tied up and thrown in front of her.

Naked in front of her husband, watched by so many men, Lin Xinyi blushed with shame. But to ensure she could have a child with her husband during her ovulation period, she couldn't care less about anything else.

She carefully cradled her husband's penis. This familiar organ now looked strange; the dark shaft was completely hairless, and the tightly clenched shaft appeared particularly abrupt and odd. The

naked young woman dared not look at her lover's face. Holding the penis in her hands, she carefully pulled back the grime-covered foreskin, and a strong stench of urine wafted from the yellowish-brown glans.

But the young woman's expression softened, as if she were looking at a precious treasure. She opened her soft lips and slowly took the wrinkled penis into her mouth, sucking it carefully.

The man, his arms bound behind his back, tensed under his wife's gentle movements, his muscles twitching, and his mouth, sealed with tape, emitted muffled sounds.

The young woman clamped her lips around the shaft, and after only a couple of strokes, she suddenly felt the penis in her mouth jerk violently, shudder a few times, and a thick stream of semen gushed out, filling her mouth with its fluids.

The woman seemed completely bewildered, looking at her husband with a slightly surprised and confused expression, unaware that a trickle of white fluid was slowly flowing from the corner of her mouth.

The man who had just been oral sex had a deathly expression on his face, which made the surrounding thugs laugh loudly.

Curly-haired man shouted gleefully, "See? Your husband has already had the surgery, now he's a super-fast shooter. If you want an orgasm, you'd better ask us brothers. Hahaha!"

"Alright, don't waste Teacher Lin's ovulation day, lift her up..."

the bald man ordered.

"No, no! Let me go..."

Looking at her husband's eyes filled with despair, and thinking about being forced to become pregnant in front of her lover, the woman struggled desperately, but her meager strength only added to the men's amusement.

On the screen, the woman was being forced to the ground and raped by her own men in front of her husband, a scene that pleased Yu Qiushan.

The school beauty beneath him was licking his anus again, her little tongue darting in and out, circling and teasing inside.

Waves of tingling sensation shot to his head again, and his abdomen contracted slightly; at this rate, his hard little brother was about to ejaculate.

Yu Qiushan grabbed the strand of hair lying between his legs and pulled Qian Shishi up from between his legs again. To control his urge to ejaculate, he gripped the girl's hair tightly, twisting it forcefully, barely managing to avert the impending ejaculation, but his little brother was already throbbing.

Ignoring Qian Shishi's face contorted in pain, Yu Qiushan, trying to distract himself, gestured towards the screen on the wall and asked, "Do you know who she is?"

The school beauty, voted by Dongda University, held back tears welling in her eyes and shook her head weakly.

Yu Qiushan sneered, "This bitch is called Lin Xinyi, and that bastard is called Chen Qiang, her newlywed lover. They're both Taiwanese. That bastard Chen Qiang was working on my old man's construction project in Hong Kong, and it collapsed. The Hong Kong government wants us to pay tens of millions in compensation. This couple has no money, so they have to entertain my brothers and pay off their debts together."

Qian Shishi, of course, understood that "entertaining" wouldn't be as simple as it sounded. These thugs would use any trick, she just hoped they wouldn't use it on her again.

Thinking about their horrifying methods of entertainment, a look of fear involuntarily appeared on Qian Shishi's distorted face.

Yu Qiushan watched with satisfaction as the fear on the girl's face appeared. He pulled her hair back and commanded, "Sit on top."

Qian Shishi, already well-trained, understood what her boss meant. She quickly climbed onto the man's lap, parted her labia with one hand, and guided his saliva-covered penis with the other. Carefully aiming it at her entrance, she swallowed the glans and then slammed down.

Although her vagina had been explored by men many times in the past six months, good maintenance and training had kept it tight enough. The force of her slamming down forcefully opened her narrow passage, and the sudden tearing sensation made Qian Shishi frown again.

But Yu Qiushan liked this kind of thing. He put his hands behind his head, shifted his body, and made himself more comfortable.

Before him, a youthful body straddled his waist, her smooth, slender waist fair and delicate, twisting like a living snake, wave after wave of force tightly gripping his penis, her small buttocks driving her in circles of back and forth.

Yu Qiushan stretched out his five fingers and stroked the girl's lower abdomen, a few strands of hair still clinging to his fingers. Feeling the powerful twisting of her abdomen beneath the thin, tender skin, the man said, "Not bad, a waist like that is enough to rock for four hours at the Hong Kong Coliseum. I've arranged your concert, you better live up to my expectations. Otherwise, I'll shove a golf ball up your ass. Haha." Whether the man's words were a joke or not, they filled Qian Shishi with extreme fear. She pressed her fingers against the man's lower abdomen and rocked her waist even harder, making her buttocks grip her boss's penis, twisting even faster.

"Come on, sing the opening song of your concert for me."

Yu Qiushan watched the young singer's energetic performance and suddenly became excited, giving the order with a smug look.

Without accompaniment, without cute dresses, and without the cheers of fans, the sweet-voiced girl, her vagina gripping the man's penis, sang a cappella, wiggling her hips: "Although... I'm still in the ivory tower... um, with how much I want to... grow up overnight, dear mom and dad... don't call me a little fool... although I'm obedient... it doesn't mean I don't have thoughts... I like sour and sweet, that's the real me..."

Whether it was shyness, embarrassment, or the exhaustion from the insertion and hip-shaking, the Dongda University's elected campus beauty's singing was unusually off-key today. However, the sounds mixed with moans and groans were exceptionally pleasing and stimulating to Yu Qiushan's ears.

Three days after Qian Shishi's concert was successfully held at the Hong Kong Coliseum, Zhou Ming was also in a good mood, which of course had nothing to do with Qian Shishi's concert. The reason was that, with the help of Chunxing, his lost USB drive was successfully recovered. After some minor revisions, he was finally able to complete his graduation thesis and submit it to his supervisor.

Moreover, his internship at Yuanda Securities went smoothly; his boss and senior colleagues had a good impression of him, and it seemed likely he would be offered a job. For a finance student, getting into one of the top ten financial companies in Dongdu without any nepotism was something to be proud of.

The weather in Dongdu was quite nice today. Although the forecast predicted rain, the sky was clear and blue when he woke up this morning, and it didn't look like it was going to rain at all.

Now, although there were more clouds, the sun was still high in the sky. Zhou Ming leaned against a sycamore tree, idly flipping through the English version of "The Economist," his eyes frequently glancing at his watch and then at the main entrance of the library.

He had already obtained Siyun's complete class schedule from Xingzi and knew that Siyun had no classes this morning. According to the girl's habit, she would always come to the library to study. He planned to continue "bumping into" Siyun here and then find an opportunity to have lunch together.

He had used this method quite often in the past six months.

Although he knew that Siyun, given her usual attitude, wouldn't have much close contact with boys, and he himself wasn't the type to be persistent or clingy, he was about to graduate and leave school, and he wouldn't have many more opportunities to get close to Siyun, the girl still on campus.

If he didn't hurry, his angel might be snatched away by someone else, and then he would only be left with regrets.

So today, he specially changed into a refreshing light blue shirt, holding a well-known international English magazine as a cover, waiting here for his beauty.

The waiting time always seemed so long and slow. After checking his watch several times, the second hand had only crawled two slow circles, its trembling movement slower than a tortoise's pace. He felt an urge to whip it a few times.

Zhou Ming gazed at the library doors once more. He knew that Si Yun wouldn't come out until 11:30. This was her unwavering habit.

Unlike many girls who would go shopping or browsing when they didn't have classes, Si Yun spent her free time reading and attending lectures.

Heh, what a beautiful and diligent girl. Zhou Ming's image of that quiet and beautiful girl reappeared before his eyes.

He leaned back against the tree trunk, recalling the day he met Si Yun in the park. She was so fragile and sad. When she helplessly leaned against him, bursting into tears, Zhou Ming wanted to swear on the spot that he would protect her for life.

Considering Si Yun's usual reluctance to let boys get close, he thought he had taken a big step forward, hehe.

Zhou Ming hadn't seen Uncle Lu that day, though, and he felt a bit unapproachable. However, he believed that as long as he worked hard and proved himself capable of bringing happiness to Si Yun, Uncle Lu would eventually agree to entrust his daughter to him.

The sun hung high in the sky, and wispy clouds drifted across the pale blue expanse, moving slowly and occasionally obscuring the sun, casting large, dappled shadows on the ground.

Counting the flow of people in and out of the library, staring at the shadows of the clouds on the ground, Zhou Ming didn't know how many times he checked his watch. He rolled up and unrolled his The Economist watch repeatedly.

Finally, the minute hand approached the bottom mark on the dial, and the people leaving the building were no longer just a few; groups of students were emerging one after another.

Zhou Ming stared intently at the building entrance, afraid to look away even for a moment, as if he might lose something if he turned his eyes.

However, he really didn't need to keep such a close eye on her. He only needed to wait until he saw a group of boys turn around, glance sideways, or exclaim in admiration to know that Lu Siyun had come downstairs.

Although she maintained a low profile, a beauty was still a beauty. Even in this prestigious Dongdu University, where beauties vied for attention, Siyun was undoubtedly the uncrowned school beauty.

Her graceful figure was slender and elegant, like a reflection in water among flowers, clear and luminous; her steps as she slowly descended the stairs were like willows swaying in the wind, graceful and charming.

In the bustling crowd, she seemed like a pure lily, isolated from the chaos of the world, releasing a subtle fragrance.

Even though he had seen her countless times, the appearance of this beautiful figure still made Zhou Ming's heart flutter, and he couldn't help but feel excited.

Watching Siyun walk towards him, Zhou Ming suppressed his barely concealed emotions and pretended to be nonchalant as he went to greet her.

"Hi, Siyun, what a coincidence!"

"Oh, it's Senior Zhou."

Siyun stopped and said softly.

"Hehe, how have you been lately? I heard from Xingzi that you took several days off, were you feeling unwell?"

"Thank you for your concern, Senior Zhou, I just had some family matters to attend to, everything is fine now."

"Oh, that's good, that's good, hehe."

Zhou Ming scratched his head, "Ah, well, it's lunchtime, let's go eat together, what would you like to eat?"

"No, Senior Zhou, you go eat by yourself, I'm not hungry yet."

"Then let's go get some porridge, it's the kind from Brother Sun's place last time, you seemed to like it quite a bit, hehe."

"Senior Zhou, you should go by yourself, I really don't want to eat."

"..."

The girl's obvious refusal left Zhou Ming helpless. He had thought that since he and Siyun had interacted so many times recently, he could at least invite her like a friend. But he didn't expect that she wouldn't give him any chance to get closer.

Watching his dream girl about to leave, Zhou Ming felt an intense resentment at not having the flirting skills of those playboys. What he used to despise was now something he desperately longed for.

What should he say? Zhou Ming, what should you do? The boy stood there, his mouth moving a few times, but he couldn't find a reason to say more to Siyun.

Suddenly, a topic popped into his head, "Siyun, what happened to you the other day? You seemed really sad."

"Uh, which day?"

The girl blinked.

"It was at Wuyi River Park that day. You seemed really upset."

"No, Senior Zhou, I was just sad because of my mother's illness."

Unaccustomed to lying, Lu Siyun involuntarily lowered her head, her voice becoming weak and uncertain.

Even Zhou Ming noticed the obvious change, and he pressed on, "Is that the reason?"

"Yes, I was worried about my mother's condition."

"Is that really it? Actually, if you have anything on your mind, you can tell me."

Zhou Ming tried to make his expression sincere.

"I don't have anything on my mind, Senior Zhou."

The campus belle of Dongda University's tone began to show impatience.

"I'm really a good confidante. I think it's very difficult to keep things bottled up inside; talking about it will make you feel better." "I really don't have anything on my mind, Senior, what do you want me to say?"

"Um..." Seeing that the girl was about to close the conversation again, Zhou Ming said urgently, "Because I felt that you seemed a little off, different from usual."

"What's different? I'm fine, thank you for your concern, Senior Zhou."

Si Yun's tone also began to rise.

"Um... were you bullied by someone?"

Zhou Ming couldn't hold back any longer. He couldn't help but recall Li Gang's words that day, and blurted out his question, his gaze unconsciously drifting downwards to Si Yun's waist.

Noticing the unusual look in her eyes, Si Yun immediately understood what he meant. "You, you,"

Lu Siyun's face immediately flushed red. Although she knew the other person couldn't possibly know about her and her father's affair, being asked about such an embarrassing matter still made the girl feel both ashamed and angry.

"Yes, I'm sorry, I didn't mean that, I meant, I, I meant..."

Zhou Ming also noticed Siyun's annoyed expression and quickly tried to explain, but he couldn't find a good explanation for the moment. He couldn't very well ask his goddess if she had lost her virginity.

Siyun knew that the other person didn't mean any harm, and seeing his silly look, her anger subsided a bit.

Moreover, the girl also knew the boy's feelings. To be fair, he was honest, serious, and knew how to work hard, much better than those rich kids who pursued her. In the past six months, she had often "bumped into" him on campus, and the intelligent Lu Siyun certainly knew what was going on.

However, he was Chunxing's crush, and every time he was mentioned, the girl could see a strange glint in her roommate's eyes.

Even though she had a good impression of that boy, the gentle campus belle of Dongda University would never continue to develop a relationship with him, much less steal her friend's crush.

Siyun hoped to make the boy give up without hurting him, but her repeated rejections of his love letters clearly showed that he was still persistent.

Now she and her father have a close relationship, though it can't be openly discussed. But every time she thinks of Lu Zhiyuan, it warms her heart with an indescribable sweetness—perhaps this is love.

The pure-hearted Siyun has long since secretly resolved to stay by her father's side for life, doing everything in her power to make him happy.

Therefore, for her father's sake, and for the future of Zhou Xuechang and Chunxing, Lu Siyun decides she must dissuade Zhou Ming from pursuing her this time.

Thinking of this, Lu Siyun half-jokingly became angry, "Senior Zhou, what are you saying? You've gone too far."

Seeing the beauty's anger, Zhou Ming panicked even more and quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, Siyun, I, I didn't mean anything by it, I just, I just wanted to care about you."

"Alright, Senior Zhou Ming,"

Lu Siyun looked at the boy in front of her, took a deep breath, and said softly, "I know your feelings, Senior Zhou, you're a good person. But, I'm sorry, it's impossible for us."

"Why?"

Lu Siyun's words were like a bolt from the blue for Zhou Ming. Although he knew her usual attitude, being rejected to his face by his goddess still made him feel dizzy.

"What shortcomings do I have? I can work on them. Siyun, I love you! I love you!"

Finally having his feelings spoken, and being rejected to his face, Zhou Ming, feeling like he was about to be eliminated, desperately expressed his feelings, trying to salvage the relationship between him and Lu Siyun that had ended before it even began.

“We’re not right for each other, Senior Zhou,”

Si Yun said softly, lowering her head slightly, unable to bear seeing the broken look in his eyes.

“Why? I love you, Si Yun. I fell in love with you the moment I saw you. I’m willing to protect you for the rest of my life, to love you until I die. Si Yun, please give me a chance!”

Zhou Ming’s voice grew louder and louder, and students began to gather around to watch the spectacle.

Although the place where the two were talking was a secluded spot by the roadside, it was the start of lunch break, and there were already quite a few students on the tree-lined path. Plus, the fact that the most beautiful girl at Dongda University was entangled with a boy was enough to attract more and more students who wanted to see what was going on.

Lu Si Yun always hated being watched. Seeing the crowd gathering, she finally said, “Senior Zhou, we’re not right for each other,”

and turned to leave.

"Why, Siyun? What did I do wrong? I can change, I can try harder."

Zhou Ming still wouldn't give up, following behind his beloved. "Do you have a boyfriend? Impossible, no, I know you don't!"

"..."

Hearing this, the campus belle of Dongda University paused slightly, stopping in her tracks. Zhou Ming's words had touched a nerve with the girl.

Ever since confirming her relationship with her father, Lu Siyun knew that her love could never be publicly acknowledged, never be announced under the blue sky and white clouds, and never receive the blessings of the world.

However, there was still a sliver of hope in the girl's heart, a desire to show off her small happiness to others, to let everyone know that she was loved and cherished by her lover. Of course, she knew it was impossible.

And today, this small knot in her heart was ignited by Zhou Ming's words. Although the beautiful campus belle of Dongda University was gentle and reserved by nature, she was still just an eighteen-year-old girl with her own personality and temper.

Lu Siyun smiled faintly, turned and looked up at Zhou Ming. Her bright eyes had become indifferent. Seeing this, the boy felt as if he'd been struck by a freezing ray, a chill running through him. He was even afraid to hear what the girl he admired was about to say.

"I didn't? How did you know?"

"You, you, you have a boyfriend?"

Zhou Ming felt a chill instantly freeze in his chest, a huge block of ice pressing down on him like a mountain, making it hard to breathe.

"Impossible! I've never heard anyone say that! You must be lying to me, you lied to make me give up! I don't believe it!"

The boy stammered incoherently. This top student from Dongda University, a master of debate, was completely flustered, his words utterly illogical.

Looking at Zhou Ming's helpless and flustered face, Lu Siyun felt apologetic, but she still tried to recall her father's appearance and the beautiful times they spent together. She said, "Why would I lie to you, Senior Zhou? My family introduced me to this guy, and I really like him."

Seeing the happiness that suddenly shone in the girl's eyes, Zhou Ming knew he was completely finished, but he still instinctively refused to believe it, hoping to grasp at the last straw. "Is he... is he really that great? Siyun, believe me, I'm no worse than him. I've already found a suitable job at a top company, and my starting salary as an intern is 3500 yuan. I'll make you happy, and I'll make something of myself!"

Lu Siyun had never said so much to a boy's face to reject him. Glancing at the crowd that had gathered around her, even the introverted girl became irritable. "Senior Zhou, your income isn't even enough for the allowance my dad gives me each month."

"This... this,"

Zhou Ming never expected that the girl he loved so deeply, the beautiful and pure Lu Siyun, who seemed like an angel, was actually... actually such a materialistic girl. But the infatuation in his heart couldn't be dispelled with just a few words; otherwise, it wouldn't be called infatuation.

"Siyun, Siyun,"

he pleaded in a low voice he himself didn't realize, "Give me five years, no, three years will do. I will definitely become a millionaire and let you live the life you want. A car, a house, I'll have them all, believe me."

"Don't say anymore, Senior Zhou Ming."

Lu Siyun took a breath, reverting to her usual polite yet distant attitude. "I have everything you promised, thank you for your kindness. What you can give me, I think my boyfriend can give me too, and even more."

With that, the girl's lips curled slightly upward, and she turned to leave.

“Wait,”

Zhou Ming suddenly stepped forward and grabbed Si Yun’s small hand. “I really… love you… Si Yun…”

“What are you doing, Zhou Ming?”

Lu Si Yun cried out in surprise, forcefully shaking off his pull. “I only love my boyfriend, let go!”

Hearing the girl’s resolute words and seeing her disgusted expression and actions, Zhou Ming could no longer hold on. His hand was shaken off, and he stood there blankly, watching his beloved girl run away until her fluttering skirt and swaying figure disappeared around the corner from his sight.

“Ah…”

The top student from Dongda University let out a desperate roar. The clouds in the sky gathered more and more…

Rumble… Rumble, the dark clouds in the gloomy sky kept rolling, with occasional rumbles of thunder. As dinnertime approached, the sky was already as dark as night.

In the backyard of Dongda University’s residential area, an old gray warehouse and the waist-high weeds around it were shrouded in a rainy mist.

A girl in a t-shirt trudged through the rain, soaked to the bone. Flashes of lightning occasionally streaked across the sky, illuminating her white clothes, already drenched, clinging tightly to her body.

She struggled to reach this place, rarely frequented by anyone. With a creak, she laboriously pulled open the old iron door and headed straight for the small guardhouse inside.

Although the buildings sheltered her from the heavy rain, water droplets still dripped from the girl's hair, running down her neck and soaking her already drenched clothes. Wang Chunxing didn't seem to care, simply brushing her hair a few times before continuing towards the warehouse guardhouse.

This warehouse was originally where the university's families stored supplies like rice, grain, and oil. In the era when everything was rationed, university teachers received special treatment from the state, receiving extra goods delivered here each month before being distributed to individuals.

After the 1980s, with economic development, daily food became so abundant that people developed various affluence diseases, and those once-precious ration coupons became useless items buried deep in every household's closet. If they hadn't been collected as collectibles, they would have long since disappeared from the historical stage.

And this place, once so popular, had become deserted and desolate; the warehouse, which used to be staffed, was now empty.

At noon, after hearing from a friend about Zhou Ming and Si Yun's encounter, Wang Chunxing felt a mix of emotions. She was angry at Si Yun, annoyed at Zhou Ming, and even a strange sense of joy welled up inside her. This complex feeling left the girl unsure what to do.

However, by dinner time, when she heard from Zhou's father next door that Ming still hadn't returned home and his phone was unreachable, a sudden panic gripped her.

As his childhood sweetheart, she knew Zhou Ming's personality well. Normally, he could calmly analyze situations, but if his bottom line was crossed, he was capable of anything, even extreme acts.

After calling his close friends and acquaintances without success, Wang Chunxing's unease grew stronger. So, without an umbrella, she ran out of the house into the pouring rain, heading straight for the place she thought Zhou Ming was most likely to be.

Whether it was playing house as children, doing homework here after school, or escaping after a fight with their parents during adolescence, this old warehouse was like a quiet haven for the two of them. If Ah Ming needed a place to lick his wounds, this was the place.

Bang! In the corner of the warehouse, the door to the guardhouse was pushed open by the girl. In the dimly lit room, she recognized the figure sitting behind the table, and her furrowed brows relaxed.

Then, a pungent smell of alcohol hit her. Chunxing reached for the light cord next to the door frame, pulled it down, and click! A light bulb, installed at some unknown time, emitted a dim, glaring light. The scene illuminated before her eyes made the girl frown again.

The room was simply furnished. Against the wall was a metal frame bed for the guards to rest on; the bedding was long gone, leaving only a straw mat from some unknown era.

In the middle of the room stood an old-fashioned student desk. On it lay a bottle of baijiu (Chinese liquor) less than a third full, and a nearly untouched bag of peanuts lying askew. Zhou Ming sat behind the desk, a small bowl in his hand, continuously pouring the pungent liquor into his mouth, seemingly oblivious to the person who had entered.

Zhou Ming slumped listlessly in his chair, his once robust body now limp and lifeless, like a pile of mud. Seeing this, Wang Chunxing felt a pang of inexplicable pain.

The person being watched, however, showed no reaction. His large eyes, beneath his thick eyebrows, had lost their former brightness, their pupils seemingly filled with murky water. His fleeting gaze glanced only at the person who had opened the door before returning to the table, to the small white porcelain bowl filled with the clear liquid.

Wang Chunxing, whose brows were already furrowed, saw Zhou Ming pick up the wine bowl again. Her brows suddenly relaxed, her eyes widened, and she rushed forward, snatching the bowl away. She said angrily, "What are you doing? She got drunk and then..."

The girl started to say, but then seemed to realize something and changed her words, "So you can just pretend nothing happened?"

"Give it to me,"

Zhou Ming seemed not to hear her clearly, or as if he hadn't heard her at all. He simply reached out to grab the bowl that had been taken from him, but his waving arm only brushed past the girl's hand, and he didn't grab anything.

His large body shook the table, causing the bottles on it to wobble. Zhou Ming's disheveled movements and drunken antics infuriated Wang Chunxing. Her bright eyes widened, ready to explode. She yelled, "Look at yourself! How upset would Uncle Zhou be if he saw you? Are you even yourself?"

"I... I don't need your help,"

Zhou Ming mumbled, forcing his half-closed eyes open. He shook his head a few times, stared at the bottle still containing some liquor, grabbed it, and abruptly stood up, swaying as he gulped down a mouthful.

Seeing that the bottle in Zhou Ming's hand was now much emptier, Wang Chunxing shouted angrily, "Zhou Ming, you idiot! What are you doing? Aren't you afraid of drinking yourself to death?"

"I don't need your help!"

Zhou Ming, reeking of alcohol, yelled back.

He swayed, clutching the bottle, waving it in the air, then took a swig from the bottle, letting out a hoarse "Ah ah" howl, a tearful, indistinct wail, "Why, why did you do this to me? I love you so much, why? Ah..."

His pitiful voice was like that of a wounded animal.

Zhou Ming's dejected appearance and heartbroken tears made Wang Chunxing feel even more distressed. A pang of sorrow gripped her heart. She lowered her voice, swallowed her own sobs, and said gently, "It's alright, Ming, don't be sad. Let bygones be bygones."

"Why? Why? Just because I'm poor, I don't have a high-ranking official father, no villa, no mansion, but I, but I can earn it all, ah ah..."

Zhou Ming, as strong as a young ox, cried like a child in front of the girl.

“Ah, Ah Ming,” the girl wiped her eyes and said even more gently, “Don’t think about anything anymore, let everything go.”

“I can’t live without you! How can I live without you? I’ve been trying so hard! Why is God treating me like this!”

Zhou Ming was still howling, as if only this could alleviate the pain in his heart.

At this moment, tears were also streaming down the girl’s face. She shouted, “You still have me, Ah Ming!”

In extreme anger and heartache, Wang Chunxing finally said what she had kept in her heart for many years. But Zhou Ming seemed not to hear her. He was still crying and wailing, shaking the bottle, trying to pour the contents into his mouth.

“Give it to me!”

Seeing that he was going to continue to hurt her, and that he didn’t appreciate her sincere feelings at all, Wang Chunxing was furious. She rushed forward, grabbed Zhou Ming’s arm holding the bottle, and pulled it down forcefully. “Put it down, don’t drink it.”

“Leave me alone! Leave me alone!”

Zhou Ming tried to shake her off, but he couldn’t muster any strength, and the bottle was snatched away from him.

Unable to stand after losing the bottle, Zhou Ming gripped the table for support, looking at Wang Chunxing who was glaring at him. "Do you...do you know how heartbroken I am? Do you know?"

he said, striking his chest. "Do you...do you know how much it hurts?"

"I don't know how much it hurts,"

Wang Chunxing said, looking directly at Zhou Ming, tears welling in her eyes, her calm tone punctuated by occasional sobs. "But do you know how much it hurts?"

The girl pointed to her left breast, continuing, "Do you know how much it hurts here every time I see you being nice to her? Do you know how much it hurts here every time you excitedly mention her? Do you know how much it hurts here when I see you being hurt by her, and still ruining yourself like this?"

Looking into the girl's tear-filled eyes, Zhou Ming felt a sharp pain, his gaze dazed as he looked at Wang Chunxing. "Xing, Xingzi?"

"Do you know? I've liked you since I was little, always. I'd do anything for you. Last time your USB drive was lost, I searched every trash can in the school. Could she do that?"

Whether it was the cold of her rain-soaked clothes or the chill in her heart, Wang Chunxing's body began to tremble.

With trembling lips, she said, "Why, why won't you even look at me? Why do you drink and ruin yourself for a woman who doesn't love you at all? Do you know how heartbroken I am? How heartbroken?"

Looking into the girl's tearful eyes and listening to her sobbing words, Zhou Ming suddenly felt speechless. Perhaps for the first time since they met, he looked at Chunxing with the eyes of someone looking at a woman. The once spirited and somewhat boyish girl had become so fragile under her tears and sobs.

For so many years, he had always considered her his best friend, a childhood companion, a friend he needed to protect. Perhaps over the years his gaze had fallen on different girls, but never once had it lingered on this one.

Today, Zhou Ming suddenly realized that Xingzi was, in fact, a real girl.

In his drunken, blurred vision, her large eyes were brimming with tears, her honey-colored skin flushed with a faint sheen, her delicate red lips glistening, and her trembling body so fragile and slender.

She was not only a girl, but a beautiful girl.

At this moment, this girl was crying her heart out, her appearance so pitiful and moving, it broke one's heart.

Most importantly, the girl was crying for him, genuinely crying for him. This was the first time in Zhou Ming's memory that a girl had cried for him.

His aching, broken heart seemed to be slowly mended by these tears, a warmth welling up from the depths of his heart.

He couldn't help but pull the girl into his arms, holding her tightly.

The two embraced, never before had their bodies been so close, nor their lonely hearts so intimate. After

what seemed like an eternity, Wang Chunxing realized her soaked clothes had also drenched Zhou Ming's chest. Just as she tried to push him away, he held her even tighter. The girl didn't struggle further, but gently nestled into the crook of his neck, murmuring softly, "Ah Ming's body is so warm." After

another long while, both began to feel uncomfortable. The boy's hot skin and the smell of alcohol on his breath made Wang Chunxing's mouth dry.

Zhou Ming felt as if he were burning up; the alcohol made him increasingly hot. The girl he was holding not only felt cool from the moisture, but more importantly, there was an indescribable comfort about her.

Her soft breasts pressed against his firm body, rubbing against him with each breath; her hair, glistening with moisture, exuded a faint fragrance; the body wrapped around him was so soft, giving him an urge to hold her tighter, to press closer, a primal urge to become one with her.

"Hmm?"

Chunxing let out a very soft moan, acutely aware that something was rapidly hardening against her lower body. Although she had no prior experience, modern media allowed Wang Chunxing to know what was happening.

However, she didn't panic and flinch, suppressing the turmoil within her, continuing to nestle in the arms of her beloved.

Zhou Ming, on the other hand, was in a state of inner turmoil. Even through his trousers, he could feel the coolness of her lower body, and within that coolness, a soft, yielding sensation that, as his penis swelled, slowly embedded itself into.

In a hazy, dizzying state of intoxication, Zhou Ming measured and felt the girl's unfamiliar yet alluring figure against his own.

A hint of ambiguity began to permeate the musty air. Between the girl's full breasts, smooth back, and deep thighs, Zhou Ming felt an unprecedented pleasure and restlessness. The alcohol in his stomach surged, and his body grew hotter, all seeking release.

But his last vestige of reason told him, "Zhou Ming, do you know what you're doing? You can't treat Xingzi like this. It's unfair to her. You should cherish her more."

As the two Zhou Mings battled, he involuntarily looked down at the girl in his arms. Chunxing seemed to sense his gaze, looked up, and their eyes met, seeing their own reflections in each other's eyes.

Whether it was from the dampness of his clothes or the overwhelming emotions within him, Zhou Ming began to tremble slightly. He inhaled the sweet breath of the girl in his arms, his breathing quickening. Finally, when he saw her close her eyes, the last straw of reason broke through his defenses.

He pressed his lips to hers, pressing them together forcefully.

The cool yet sweet touch was irresistible.

His nostrils were filled with the sweet fragrance of a virgin, the soft, warm body in his arms more intoxicating than the alcohol.

Even through the clothes, his hands could feel her curvaceous figure as they moved up and down.

Although Zhou Ming was still a virgin, he easily took control of the situation with this girl. Relying on instinct, he licked her smooth lips, kissing them repeatedly.

However, being a virgin, he only lingered on her pink lips until Chunxing, nervously forgetting to breathe and opening her mouth in a suffocating manner, remembered the French kiss in the movies. He imitated it, inserting his tongue into the girl's mouth and stirring it gently in her smooth oral cavity.

After his tongue tasted the sweetness between her lips and teeth, Zhou Ming slowly recalled the scenes from the movies, searching for her delicate tongue to intertwine with his own, causing the equally inexperienced Chunxing to breathe heavily and pant repeatedly.

Not only kissing, Zhou Ming's hands also explored her delicate body. Although there was clothing between them, the soaked clothes clung tightly to her body, offering no protection but rather a seductive allure.

Under the thin fabric, Chunxing's breasts stood erect. Perhaps from the cold rain, or perhaps from the warmth of his body, both hemispheres were hard and firm, pressing against Zhou Ming's palms, which he kneaded and shook.

Soon, the caresses through clothes and bra were no longer enough to satisfy the boy's growing lust. He kissed the girl's pink lips while his clumsy, trembling hands tried to remove her clothes.

The wet, tight t-shirt was manageable, but women's underwear was something Zhou Ming had never handled before; several attempts failed to unfasten the tight clasp at the back.

This first intimacy made the inexperienced Chunxing a little scared, but the fact that her lover of many years had finally responded moved the naive girl deeply.

Looking at his clumsy movements, Wang Chunxing confirmed her guess: he, like her, was experiencing intimacy for the first time.

This small realization filled the girl with joy.

She slightly straightened up and, with her equally trembling fingers, helped unhook her bra, making it easier for Zhou Ming to remove it.

The usually cool and straightforward girl blushed in this situation, too shy to look at him.

Zhou Ming quickly took off his shirt, and then haphazardly spread it on the bed along with Chunxing's clothes. He then grabbed the girl and pounced on her.

Inexperienced in this situation, Chunxing could only remain motionless and accept it. When Zhou Ming's naked upper body came into view, and she saw him staring at her with lustful eyes, the girl lying on her back tightly closed her eyes and shyly turned her head slightly to one side.

Chunxing's submissive demeanor made Zhou Ming no longer hesitant.

He looked at the girl's bare chest, where a pair of not-so-large but full-shaped semi-circular breasts stood erect. The beautiful shape of her breasts was like an inverted jade bowl, and perhaps because of the cold, the trembling nipples were already erect, like two hard little red beans.

Zhou Ming swallowed, and for the first time, his hands covered the naked breasts of the opposite sex, slowly kneading them. The bouncy sensation traveled from his fingers to his whole body, and the two firm breasts swelled up in his palms.

With his movements, the inexperienced Wang Chunxing trembled nervously. The man's genitals pressed tightly against the girl's body. Even through her clothes, she could feel his swollen, erect member pressing firmly against her mons pubis.

This made Chunxing even more shy, her usual cheerfulness completely gone.

She clutched her clothes tightly with both hands, her face flushed a deep red like never before, her eyelashes trembled uncontrollably, and her wheat-colored body trembled slightly. Her breaths were short and uneven, causing her breasts, which were being kneaded, to rise and fall.

Zhou Ming's kneading hands sent tingling sensations through her breasts, and every time his small nipples were brushed against her, she trembled even more violently.

"Mmm..."

Chunxing let out a weak moan between her rapid breaths.

Compared to the caresses through her clothes, this direct touch made the girl, who was experiencing intimate contact with a man for the first time, stiffen completely. The man's hands seemed to be burning with demonic fire, scalding her young skin and sending shivers down her spine.

His lips, which had been kissing her cheek, traveled down her neck, leaving swollen, red hickeys on her tanned skin, like tender red strawberries floating in honey. His

lips continued to kiss her, and fueled by uncontrollable desire and the burning sensation of alcohol, Zhou Ming followed his instincts, his hands moving downwards. The girl's shapely thighs were slightly bulging, encased in her panties. He squeezed them through the fabric, feeling a soft yet elastic texture, which gave Zhou Ming both a momentary satisfaction and a burning desire to possess her more deeply.

He knelt before Chunxing's chest, taking her large breasts, nipples and all, into his mouth, sucking incessantly. His hands weren't idle either; he grabbed the hem of her pants and pulled them down, along with her panties.

Then his palm explored—warm, soft, and slightly furry—this was the feeling Zhou Ming experienced when he first touched a woman's private parts.

Between her legs, a light press with a fingertip would send it sprawling, requiring a little force to sink in, only to be tightly gripped and held in place—a strange sensation he'd never experienced before.

He lifted himself up and slid down, wanting to get a better look. The girl, blushing, quickly closed her legs, but how could she resist the power of a virgin's desire? After a few struggles, she let him see.

Fine black hair covered the small, protruding mounds, and beneath the hair, one could vaguely see butterfly-like labia tightly closed. Gently parting them with his hand, a tender pink hue was revealed, glistening with moisture. Zhou Ming's eyes reddened, and he couldn't resist kissing her…

"Ah…"

the girl cried out in surprise, a wave of tingling sensation surging up, even stronger than before at her chest.

In the musty, old warehouse, two young people were entangled together. The girl lay on her back on the bed, her eyes tightly closed, her body slightly stiff, her breathing rapid, and an unusual blush on her beautiful face.

The boy lay on top of her, like a penniless man newly arrived at a treasure trove, unsure how to choose from the world's riches.

Compared to an experienced man, his caresses were haphazard, wandering over Chunxing's body. He kissed her upper lips, reluctant to leave her lower lips; he touched her firm breasts, yet also craved her supple thighs. His kisses and caresses fueled his burning desire, which he could not vent.

His only garment was becoming increasingly tight; looking down, he saw his engorged glans even protruding from the edge of his panties. He finally decided to remove it, to give his penis some relief.

His young, throbbing member, already impatient, sprang forth with a whoosh as the restraints were released.

Zhou Ming, gripping his erect penis, knelt between Wang Chunxing's legs, ready to enter, but Chunxing blocked his entrance with her hand. The girl, her face flushed, looked up and asked, word by word, "Aming, who am I?"

"Of course you're Xingzi."

Zhou Ming was completely baffled as to why the girl beneath him would ask such a strange question at this moment.

Hearing her answer, Chunxing smiled with relief. The fingers that had been covering her entrance slowly moved away, then tightened their grip on the fabric beneath her. Her flushed cheeks turned to the side, no longer looking at him, her delicate chin slightly nodding, and she remained still.

Having received the girl's permission, the already impatient Zhou Ming gripped his penis and thrust forward, but the bulging glans was easily pushed open by her tightly closed lips.

Looking at the delicate opening but unable to enter, like a person starving for three days seeing a feast but unable to eat, Zhou Ming felt his entire body burning and tightening. A surge of heat from the alcohol rushed to his head, and the penis in his palm became even harder and more unbearable.

He gripped his penis tightly, aimed the tip at the opening, and thrust again. The thick glans slipped through the almost gapless labia, and this forceful thrust caused his hard penis to slam against the girl's crotch, almost making him cry out in pain.

However, this also brought him to his senses, and he finally figured out a way. He held his penis with one hand, extended two fingers of the other, and placed them on Chunxing's opening, separating the pink labia. He pressed the glans against them, held it down with his hand, and thrust hard, finally managing to insert it.

The engorged glans finally entered the girl's most precious area, but was tightly gripped by the labia, the bulging tip being flattened, almost preventing him from entering. But Zhou Ming, his mind consumed by lust, couldn't care less about anything else. He slowly pushed in, and a rush of sensations—tightness, heat, wetness, and pain—overwhelmed him. The

untouched flower path was incredibly narrow; all the dense flesh gripped his large penis tightly. He could only insert about a finger's length, and he couldn't go any further, and even pulling out was incredibly difficult.

Unlike many of his female classmates who had already been with three or four men and were incredibly sexually experienced, the seemingly carefree Chunxing had always guarded her virginity, waiting for the day she would give it to her beloved.

But when that day finally arrived, Chunxing felt no sweetness. Only one word echoed in her mind: pain, pain, pain!

A tremendous tearing sensation felt as if her body was being ripped apart. Although she bit her lip tightly, stubbornly refusing to make a sound, the muffled groans in her throat, the uncontrollable tears, and the trembling knuckles gripping the fabric clearly expressed her current feelings.

Discovering all this, Zhou Ming bent down and, mimicking a scene from a novel, gently kissed away the glistening tears on her face, kissing every inch of her taut, beautiful cheeks.

Wang Chunxing forced a smile, offering what she thought was her most beautiful smile in response to her lover's tenderness.

Finally, a sweet feeling welled up within them.

The two embraced, flesh to flesh, heart to heart. Their naked bodies were intertwined, yet neither dared to move.

Although Zhou Ming had penetrated her tight virginity, feeling a pleasurable tightness, seeing the girl's pain and having heard of the agony of losing one's virginity, he dared not move again.

After an unknown amount of time, he heard a faint, mosquito-like voice from Chunxing beneath him, "It's okay, it doesn't hurt so much anymore, Ah Ming, you can try, try it now."

Zhou Ming began to slowly move his lower body. Sure enough, he could move more slowly.

With his movements, the old iron-framed bed creaked and groaned in response to their actions.

Every stretch was so difficult; the fleshy walls on both sides gripped the foreskin of his penis tightly. Although the newly opened slit was mixed with rainwater and traces of the girl's blood, it was still narrow and difficult to move through. The

burning, tight pressure was driving Zhou Ming almost mad, but he still tried his best to use his last bit of rationality to restrain his urge to lash out. However, the pleasure tightly wrapped around his penis made him unconsciously increase the speed of his thrusts, even though he was experiencing this for the first time.

After sliding around for dozens of rounds, a slippery wetness appeared in the girl's honey pot. A tingling, itchy sensation slowly spread throughout the swollen flower path, and even the winding flower walls began to twitch occasionally. The girl, experiencing her first pleasure, let out muffled moans that were completely out of tune.

"Ugh... um..."

Her two spread thighs didn't know what to do, twisting and kicking wildly on the bed. Her ten slender toes sometimes spread open and sometimes curled up, and her pale orange soles curled up, forming cute wavy folds.

Facing the girl beneath him who was already aroused, Zhou Ming imitated what he saw in pornographic films, wrapping her two beautiful long legs around his waist with his hands, and encircling Wang Chunxing's supple waist with his arms, increasing the speed of his thrusts.

Chunxing followed his movements, her slender legs and arms wrapped around him, tightly embracing her beloved, letting his hard penis ravage her body.

Zhou Ming felt as if the delicate flesh inside the girl's vagina was alive, tightly wrapped around his penis, constantly writhing.

With each thrust, the inner layers of the vagina opened, the untouched walls slowly separating, his penis penetrating deeper and deeper. Zhou Ming felt his glans being sucked tightly by a small mouth with each thrust, the flesh tingling and itching, an unbearable urge to release. With

each thrust, the sensation intensified, this tingling, itchy feeling spreading throughout his body with each movement, making him forget his fatigue. He moved tirelessly, large beads of sweat rolling down his taut skin, some falling around him, some dripping onto the girl's body.

Wang Chunxing tightly embraced his strong body, her beautiful long legs clamping tightly around Zhou Ming's waist, her long toes pressed together, her smooth insteps taut, her wheat-colored skin glistening with a faint sheen, as if covered in honey.

Although she still felt a tearing pain in her lower body, the tingling pleasure from the electric current was becoming increasingly intense. She wanted more, more of this current, and she wanted her beloved man to leave an even deeper impression on her, so that she would remember this unforgettable moment forever.

"Squeak...creak, creak...creak, creak, creak," the iron bed frame protested loudly, the metallic scraping sound seeming to foreshadow that it would break at any moment.

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