[Tales of Pyramid Schemes] (19-22) Author: Ananda in Tears

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Author: Ananda in Tears
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Chapter Nineteen: Finding Joy Amidst Suffering

I was woken up by Ma Biao again early this morning. That annoying guy, he never lets me sleep in peace.

"It's only nine o'clock, what's up?" I was annoyed. Everyone around me was making their beds, putting their folded
blankets into the storage room.

"Hurry up, everyone get up at the same time!" Ma Biao said helplessly. What a load of rubbish! It's been years since we've had
a "unified" wake-up call, and now they're playing this childish game.

Despite his words, I reluctantly got up. The other beds in the hall had already been taken away instantly, as if a
sudden gust of wind had swept all the bedding away. Still half asleep, I dawdled as I made my blanket,
while Ma Biao waited anxiously beside me, urging me to hurry up. I heard people leaving one after another.
What were they going to do? Sell products?

As I carried the rolled-up bedding towards the storage room, I bumped into Xiao Xing'er, who was carrying a neatly folded
floral quilt. She was coming out of her room and was also heading to the storage room. The moment our eyes met, she seemed
startled, her face flushed, and she retreated hastily, closing the door behind her, as if she had seen some unknown, ferocious
beast. Inside the storage room, Jinlian was placing her quilt on a mountain of bedding.

"Wow, so many quilts!" I was stunned by the sight. Jinlian was bending over
, pushing the quilt up, her slender waist exposed, revealing a large portion of her thin, white cotton undershirt.

"There are so many people here!" she said, clapping her hands as she finished placing her quilt, watching me put my own
quilt on top of the "mountain.

" "What are you doing today?" I asked her as I placed mine.

"Nothing much, just going for a walk," Jinlian said.

"Didn't Brother Biao say he was going to check the warehouse?" I was a little confused. Was it really necessary to get up so
early just to go for a walk?

"Let's go another day. We have class today!" Jinlian said to me as we walked out.

"Brother Biao is here to teach?" I asked. I heard Brother Biao say yesterday that he was a lecturer.

"No, it's Xiao Xing'er!" Jinlian said.

"Her? When?" I couldn't believe that Xiao Xing'er was a lecturer. In my mind, a lecturer was already
a very high level.

"Trial lecture. Don't ask anymore. Hurry up and wash up! We're leaving soon!" Jinlian said and went to her room
.

Life here is like a tornado, sweeping me forward involuntarily, I thought
to . From yesterday until now, everything I do at what time is regular and predetermined. Jinlian
was waiting for me in the hallway. Brother Biao was nowhere to be seen.

"Just you and me today?" I asked Jinlian as we walked out.

"I'm your mentor! Haha!" Jinlian laughed, revealing her white teeth
and bright red gums.

"Where's the others?" I didn't see anyone from our group when I left the neighborhood.

"They left a long time ago, unlike you, you lazybones!" Jinlian complained. "You mean Xiaoxing'er?"
she asked, tilting her head.

"No, no..." I stammered. "Where are we going now?" I thought Jinlian must
know something to ask that.

"Aren't you hungry? Of course, we're going to have breakfast!" Jinlian said, walking towards the alley entrance. I had no choice
but to follow behind like a little shadow.

We ate breakfast on a dirty, bumpy street. It was two thick
roujiamo , each with an egg inside. They tasted pretty good. However, I saw something called "hairy eggs" here
, and just looking at them made me want to vomit. It's basically eggs that are almost fully incubated and about to hatch, cooked in a brine.
The chick is already formed, with fluffy wings. I really don't know what they were thinking! How
can they eat the meat and feathers together?

"Where do you like to go shopping?" Jinlian asked me elegantly, wiping her mouth with a tissue after breakfast
.

"Are there any bookstores?" I said. I like books, but not reading them.

"Yes, let's go!" Jinlian said, and I liked such a straightforward girl.

But we ended up in a supermarket. Yes, supermarkets have books, but they're all pirated—
things like family health, cooking, and fortune telling. I was very disappointed, but since we were already there, I just
browsed around. I wanted to call Rongrong, so I wandered aimlessly among the shelves, trying to shake off Jinlian. But
Jinlian followed me everywhere; she wouldn't leave my side. After accepting this reality, I
angrily sat down on a bench in the supermarket, and Jinlian sat down too. We just sat there, watching the people come and go, each
lost in our own thoughts. I didn't know what her mission was; perhaps she was keeping an eye on me while brainwashing me?
So far, besides keeping an eye on me, she hadn't taken any concrete action. I knew that to gain
freedom —like making phone calls or eventually disappearing without a trace—the only way was to please Jinlian or win her
over.

"Where did Xiaoxing go?" I finally couldn't help but ask her.

"What? I won't tell you!" Jinlian seemed to know our secret from last night.

"I was just asking! How long has she been here?" I heard she was going to give a trial lecture, "She's probably been here a long time, right?"

"Not really, just a month longer than me," Jinlian said casually.

"Why don't we go back? It's too boring here!" I didn't want to just sit there, unable to make phone calls or
read books. I remembered I still had that unfinished copy of "The Garden of Eden" in my bag, and I wanted to go back and finish it.

"Class isn't starting yet. It doesn't start until 2 PM..." Jinlian had no idea what I was thinking; even this
small request of mine couldn't be fulfilled. "Who's Brother Biao's girlfriend?" I asked her

, remembering the steamy "silent film" in the bathroom last night . "I don't know either, I just got here, but one of the girls always talks about him," she said. "Who? It's not you, is it?" I knew who that person was, just not their name. "How could I? I don't like him at all, he's not handsome!" Jinlian shook her head. "Then who do you think is handsome?" I didn't care about the fat guy's name, I just wanted to know this . "Do you really want to know?" She bit her lower lip, becoming serious.

"Ugh! I really want to know!" I thought she was about to tell me.

"Then come closer and I'll tell you!" Jinlian said mischievously. I had no choice but to put my ear closer.

"I—Dad—Dad!" she screamed, raising her voice so loud it made my eardrums buzz. I
was and chased her all over the mall. She was like a rabbit, hopping and skipping
nimbly between the shelves, often escaping from my grasp just as I was about to catch her.

She giggled as she ran—her long hair flying like a kite—turning her head back to look,
giggling ... As I chased her, I felt dizzy and almost drunk. Just as I leaped forward
and grabbed her waist, that damned old supermarket security guard in a blue uniform appeared, politely
but righteously reprimanding our absurd and childish behavior. I had to let go of my little rabbit and her
soft, cotton-like waist.

As soon as I let go, she started running again, out of the mall, onto the sidewalk, in the bright morning sunlight
. Wasn't she afraid I was deliberately running the wrong way? Just a moment ago, I was trying to shake off this dreadful watcher! She
ran so confidently forward, her beautiful eyes sparkling with joy, her pupils as bright as
an autumn lake, rippling with captivating waves of happiness. I chased after her, watching her trembling
arms , her slender, shapely legs, her firm hips swaying… I was like a thirsty hunter, chasing after
a beautiful prey, ready to fire at any moment.

Jinlian, like a lively little girl, ran enthusiastically, across the sidewalk, and into the park—
the park we'd visited yesterday afternoon. She ran until she couldn't run anymore at the bench where we'd sat.
The sunlight there was perfect. Jinlian, panting, turned around, bent over, and begged the hunter for mercy. Her delicate, radiant
face was flushed; how could even the fiercest, most ruthless hunter bring himself to attack her?

We sat down on the bench. Dewdrops clung to the leaves of the distant bushes, glistening in the morning sun
like clusters of shimmering pearls. What a strange combination—a
watcher a watched person, or more accurately, a beautiful female jailer and a cunning prisoner.
An indescribable tension hung between them; in layman's terms, we weren't "on the same
page." Yet just moments before, we'd chased each other like childhood sweethearts, her face
beaming with a joyful smile.

"Brother Biao often mentions you. You and Brother Biao are very close…" Jinlian said. It was Ma Biao again.
How disheartening it was to hear the reality of this wonderful time! Ma Biao rarely spoke
the truth ; he had undergone a complete transformation.

"Yes, Brother Biao and I were brothers, sharing clothes and beds, back then…" I said,
often recalling those unforgettable years of struggle together.

"Wow, that's wonderful! Tell me about it!" Jinlian exclaimed eagerly.

"It wasn't always good, we had our disagreements..." I couldn't help but sink into deep memories
. Jinlian gently lifted the veil that was about to cover those memories, revealing the past.

Back then, to better prepare for the college entrance exam, Ma Biao and I rented a quiet bungalow not far from the school gate
. As I said, although we had a good relationship, we had a disagreement two months before the exam,
stemming from his rhinitis. Chapter Twenty: First Meeting with Xie Niang.

Ma Biao developed rhinitis after a severe cold. His fever had subsided, but his runny nose wouldn't stop. Our
room with crumpled pieces of paper he had thrown away, and the large cardboard box at the foot of the bed was long filled with snot-covered crumpled paper
—this wasn't why I disliked him; I never disliked my good brother back then! Watching him
grow weaker day by day, with the college entrance exam just around the corner, I was very anxious for him, but I was helpless. At that time, there was no effective cure for rhinitis in that small
city . He often had to ask for leave, asking me to bring him breakfast so he
could study in bed. He was very smart, and I often received his patient guidance.

A month passed after he developed rhinitis, and as the college entrance exam preparations intensified, he wrote
a letter . The next day, when I came home from school and opened the door, Ma Biao was no longer in bed; the room was empty
. There was a large cardboard box in front of Ma Biao's bed. When I went over to look, I found a
bra on Ma Biao's bed—a pink cotton bra. I couldn't believe Ma Biao had had a romantic encounter; he had always been a
very proper person. I picked up the bra and examined it; it was still warm.

Just then, I heard footsteps outside the door, heading towards the entrance. Thinking Ma Biao had returned, I quickly
put the bra down. A girl of about eighteen or nineteen walked in from outside. Seeing me standing by Ma Biao's bed,
her face flushed red, and she quickly walked over, grabbed her bra, and stuffed it into a schoolbag on the desk by the window.
I then noticed two large travel bags on the desk.

Embarrassed, I retreated and sat on my own bed, regretting my earlier rudeness. The girl zipped up her schoolbag
and started combing her hair in front of the mirror. I looked at her from behind. She was wearing
a blue and white school uniform and white canvas shoes. She was tall and slender, with a thin waist. The loose school
uniform couldn't hide the curves of her rounded hips. She had short hair that reached her ears, exuding a pure student air. Ma Biao
really got lucky! I wonder which school he got such a beauty? I never expected
Ma Biao, who always tells me everything, to keep it so well-kept! He didn't even mention it.

Just as I was inwardly grumbling and jealous, the girl had already combed her hair and sat down on Ma Biao's bed
—Ma Biao's bed was right opposite mine. I didn't know if she was still angry about what I had done,
so I stole a glance at her. She was hanging her head, swinging her long, slender legs on the edge of the bed, her legs were very
shapely, she had a student-style fringe, her eyes weren't big, but they were double-lidded and bright, her face was oval, her skin
was delicate and fair, and she was pretty. The expression on her face was no longer as excited as before, and
she was looking at the floor with an incredibly gentle and calm smile... What a beautiful girl! More beautiful than
any , without a trace of artificiality, without a hint of gaudiness, healthy and charming, pure and sweet,
radiating youthful charm.

I couldn't help but stare, and after a long while, I finally said, "Where's Brother Biao?"

"You mean my brother!" she said, as if waking from a dream, looking up. "He and my mother went to the hospital."
"Oh

no!" Damn it! What was I thinking?! This is Ma Biao's sister. He mentioned he has an
eighteen-year-old sister who's in her second year of high school back home.

"Oh, you must be Ma Dan? Your brother often talks about you, right?" I said, blushing,
feeling ashamed of my wild guess.

"Is that so…" She smiled, two shallow dimples appearing on her cheeks, her face flushed.
Her voice was lovely, and her eyes curved upwards into crescent moons when she smiled, her long eyelashes
curving upwards as well. "You must be Peng Yu?"

"Yes! Yes!" I was overjoyed that she knew my name; Ma Biao must have
told . "How long did you arrive?"

"This morning, it only took two hours, not far." She became relaxed and confident.

"Have you eaten yet?" I asked her. If she hadn't eaten, I would have run
out as fast as I could and brought her back a steaming hot cauliflower and shredded pork rice bowl.

"I've eaten..." she was saying when Ma Biao and a woman's voices came from outside.

Ma Biao and his mother had returned from the hospital, and I quickly stood up to greet her. His mother was a decisive and
energetic woman, practically a larger version of Ma Dan, except with a few sparse wrinkles on her face.
As soon as she entered, she began to scold us for not tidying up the room, making
Ma Biao's bed while reminding him to take his medicine on time. She then showed her son all the boxes, big and small, that she had brought from the hospital before
finally sitting down, panting, and drinking a glass of water I had poured from the thermos. I felt as if I were seeing my mother again
, always so busy, always so energetic, and my heart ached a little.

"Ma Dan, go pack your things, we have to catch the train!" This kind mother hadn't even had a proper
rest before leaving. "Those eggs, boil two for yourself after class! Peng Yu, don't be shy, you
're all my children!" She pointed to the large cardboard box in front of the bed.

Ma Dan packed everything into the travel bag on the desk. Her aunt stood up, tugged at her sleeve, and prepared to leave.

"Let me see you off!" I stood up and picked up a travel bag as well.

"No, we can't accept that. Xiao Biao can take us! You should rest well; you have class this afternoon,"
her aunt said politely.

"Ma Biao just got back from the hospital; he should be resting!" I said,
walking out without waiting for a reply.

In this small town in June, the clean sunlight shone generously. I felt happy and wanted
to talk , but with her mother there, I was too embarrassed. I didn't say a word to her at the station.
Her mother, however, kept asking about Ma Biao's life, and I gave her a truthful report. Her aunt was very satisfied with her son's behavior and
smiled happily.

When we arrived at the station, the bus to Ma Biao's hometown was about to leave. We ran in the waiting room
; missing it would be terrible—there was only one bus that afternoon. Ma Dan walked slowly, bringing up the rear. I carried my luggage onto
the bus, secured a seat, and walked towards the door while the aunt watched over it. Ma Dan was also approaching the door, stepping aside to let me
off , saying, "Thank you, goodbye!" Her voice was as clear and crisp as a wind chime.

"I...you...remember to write to me!" I finally mustered the courage to say those words. As the bus
engine roared to life, I don't know if she heard me clearly. The bus slowly pulled away from the station.
I lowered my waving hand, dejectedly walking back like a deflated balloon. Yes, I was
moved ! I think anyone my age, seeing Ma Dan back then, would be moved
, without a doubt! Unquestionable! It's just that four years ago, cell phones weren't common among the students there, let
alone QQ or WeChat. We only had letters—this traditional and sincere way of communication, a simple way of communication that is
now declining.

Two days later, Ma Biao's rhinitis miraculously cleared up, and his runny nose stopped. He struggled to go to class.
The college entrance exam doesn't care about rhinitis; it's drawing ever closer. We don't even have time to collect the beautiful seashells on
the beach , helplessly watching the relentless waves of time sweep them into the sea.
Happily, Ma Biao's health improved day by day; perhaps his mother's lovingly prepared egg had a magical
effect!

That day, after seeing my aunt off at the station, I wanted to write a letter to Ma Dan, but I had only heard Ma
Biao mention the school's name, and I was too embarrassed to ask his class. A few days later, I almost forgot that brief but intense flutter of attraction I had for Ma Dan
. Every day, I had to deal with piles of exam papers from various subjects, endlessly. That
afternoon during the first class, Ma Biao stormed in and held up a letter, shouting, "Peng Yu, your
letter! A letter!"

I was slumped in my seat, trying to
catch up , my head spinning. I lazily looked up. "Who wrote this?"

he asked, glancing at the address on the envelope as he walked towards me, then exclaimed in surprise,
"It's from my hometown! My sister goes to the same school! Do you know anyone there?" He tilted
his head asked.

"Where? Let me see!" I couldn't think of anyone I knew. I took the letter
; it wasn't signed, but the delicate handwriting clearly belonged to a girl. Could
she really have written to me? Overwhelmed with joy, I almost jumped up from my seat.

"Whose is it?" Ma Biao asked, watching my excited expression. "You seem so happy!"

"Oh..." I patted my chest to calm the surging emotions. I didn't know
if I should tell him. I didn't know what he would think, but we had no secrets from each other back then. I
whispered , "Ma Dan's..."

"Ma Dan?" He didn't believe me and reached for the letter. I had anticipated this move and quickly put the letter
in my desk drawer and locked it. He was quite annoyed and complained, "Why didn't she write to me?
Why did you?"

"You didn't ask her to write to me!" I said. Just then, the bell rang, and class started.

But until the end of class, he didn't speak to me. He kept a sullen face, ignoring me and burying himself in his book.
He left without paying any attention to me until school was over. I thought Ma Biao was really angry. Never mind him, I'll wait...
After everyone had left, I excitedly took my heart out of the drawer and secretly looked at it under the table. Ma Dan
hadn't written much, just that she wanted to be friends with me, the kind of ordinary "pen pal." She even sent me a
photo , a picture from her winter sports meet rehearsals, asking if I had any photos and if I could send her one too.

I knew where I could take photos; there were people taking photos in the nearby park, color photos
taken and picked up immediately. I quickly wrote a letter, excitedly ran to the park, took a picture of myself by the flowerbed,
stuffed it in an envelope with the letter, ran back, and dropped it into the green mailbox at the school gate, pouring all my hopes
into it.

When I returned, Ma Biao was lying on the bed, head drooping, looking at me without saying a word. It seemed he was
really angry. I didn't know what to say either, so I haphazardly tidied up the messy documents and test papers on my desk.

"I said..." he finally spoke. I listened quietly with my back to him. "Hey, buddy!"
he called out again, thinking I wasn't listening.

I turned around to face him with an embarrassed expression. He called me "bro," which meant he wasn't angry anymore,
or at least not in the most furious way.

"I'm telling you! Even a monk who doesn't chant scriptures has no idea how many scriptures you've read!" Ma Biao
straightened up, his shoulders shaking uncomfortably as he spoke.

I couldn't help but chuckle. "I didn't write anything, you can see for yourself!" I
pulled out and handed it to him.

"Whatever, if you're so capable, go ahead! I'm not reading it!" He threw the letter
back . We made up again. I remember in one of my letters I said I really liked her, that she was
like a "fairy," and I even apologized for the bra incident. After that, we exchanged a few more letters, nominally pen pals, sharing
our troubles, but in reality, we were both expressing our affection for each other—like all young men and women,
we were both looking forward to the day we met. The day finally arrived during the college entrance examination. Ma Biao told me that her mother was coming to
accompany her to the exam. I didn't dare ask if her sister was coming, but I knew she would definitely come! Chapter Twenty-One:
Seeing is Better Than Wanting to See.

On the morning before the college entrance examination, Ma Biao went out early in the morning. When he returned, his sister was following behind him
—the one I've been longing for! You've finally come! She was still wearing that school uniform, clean and tidy.
Her hair seemed to have grown a little longer. She stood shyly behind Ma Biao, carrying her schoolbag, not at all
as confident as when she first came.

"Where's Auntie?" I asked Ma Biao.

"She didn't come. I rented a hotel for them near the school gate," Ma Biao said.

He and Ma Biao sat side by side on the bed, heads down, not saying much. They just listened to what Ma Biao and I were saying.
At this moment a girl called Ma Biao from outside. Ma Biao glanced at his sister, blushed, and went out. I know
this girl named Ma Biao; she lives not far away. She's a senior in the humanities stream. Yesterday,
Ma Biao and I agreed to go buy exam supplies together. I think she might have a crush on him, but she's a bit dark-skinned and a little overweight, so
they've maintained a purely platonic friendship. The two chatted outside for a while.

"We're going to buy things. You two chat, and we'll eat together when I get back," Ma Biao said as he walked in and
left with the girl. Only Ma Dan and I were left in the room. Cicadas were
chirping loudly in the old elm tree outside the window, and the sunlight on the muddy ground in front of the door was dazzling. A strong male dog was chasing a pretty female dog with its tongue lolling out in the bright
sunlight . Further away, a
tall, abandoned concrete utility pole stood amidst a pile of rocks.

"How are you doing?" we asked almost simultaneously.

"No… I mean, are you ready for the college entrance exam?" she said, shaking her head awkwardly.

"It's alright, we'll see how it goes on the day," I said. Deep down, I knew there was nothing I could do even if I wasn't prepared
; tomorrow was the big exam. "The teacher gave us a week off to relax
, but I'm still nervous. I've been studying and doing practice questions; otherwise, I won't feel at ease."

"It's okay, just do your best and relax!" Ma Dan said, rummaging through her bag.

"Oh, okay, thank you..." I said, watching her take a small light blue box out of her bag.

"Here, this is for you, open it and see!" She jumped off the bed, holding the small light blue
box tied with a pink ribbon.

I reached out to take it, but touched her knuckles. She recoiled in surprise, and the box fell to the floor.
I quickly jumped off the bed to pick it up, and she bent down, and with a loud "bang," our foreheads
collided . I saw stars, and she cried out, crouching on the floor, covering her face and motionless.

"Did you bump your eye?" I quickly helped her up and sat her on the bed.

"No, I just got dizzy from the impact." She said, rubbing her forehead as she sat on the bed. I quickly picked up the small box and
put it on the desk. I came back and looked at her; a small bump was slowly forming on her head.

"You've got a bump now. I'll get some cool water to wet it and warm it up for you!" I turned around, grabbed a handkerchief, dipped it in the bucket, wrung
it out, and came back. She tilted her head back, closed her eyes, and waited for me to place the handkerchief on her. I kept pressing and gently rubbing
the bump.

"It's okay, it doesn't hurt anymore!" she said, opening her eyes. I realized I had been rubbing it for quite a while.

"Let's go for a walk..." I said, hanging the handkerchief on the hook. When I turned around, she
was lying on her back. "Why don't you go to sleep? I'll read for a while!" I went to the desk and pulled out the
document with math formulas printed on it. I was afraid I would remember them wrong tomorrow.

"Can you close the door? I can't sleep with the door open!" Ma Dan said. I turned my head and saw that she had already crawled under
the covers .

I slammed the door shut again. With the door open, I could still hear car horns from the distant street, but with the door closed,
the room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. I heard her steady breathing.

"Peng Yu!" Ma Dan suddenly called out, startling me. "My head still hurts a little. Come and
see what's wrong?" she said.

I put down my documents and went over. She was lying on the pillow with her eyes closed, and she reached out to part the short hair on her forehead. "That
bump isn't bad. It's even smaller than before, and it seems to be receding," I said. I saw her thin
lips , like two delicate flower petals, and her small nostrils trembled slightly with her breathing. My heart pounded.
The indescribable fragrance emanating from her face seemed to have a magical power, slowly drawing my head in.
Pulling her down, pulling her down… She lay there motionless. I didn't know if she had acquiesced, but I
finally pressed my lips to hers, against her warm, soft lips.

“The curtains…” She suddenly trembled, opened her eyes, and pointed to the window.

“Oh…” I quickly went to close the window and lower the curtains. The sunlight outside was slowly creeping up onto
them. I locked the door and ran back, but she was lying face inward, her back to me.

I reached out and turned her body around, eagerly pressing my lips to hers, against those thin petals,
kissing her greedily. But she kept her lips tightly closed, clenching her teeth, preventing my tongue from entering her mouth. My
poor tongue was like a stubborn recruit, struggling against the enemy's white and strong barrier, unable to find
a breakthrough.

Just as the soldier helplessly relaxed, her lips slowly parted, her jaw loosened, and
an alluring fragrance flowed out with her warm breath, revealing a tiny pink tip of her tongue, like
delicate lace in a flower petal, yet impossible to suckle—I grew impatient and quickly kissed her tightly, eager to capture
that tempting bud. She weakly extended her tongue, like a warm, moist, and nimble little snake
slithering into my mouth. I was terrified that Ma Biao would return, but I longed even more to hold that soft, smooth, sweet,
and fragrant tip of flesh in my mouth. I wanted to keep holding it like this, sucking… Ma Dan's breathing gradually quickened,
and she involuntarily raised her head. While kissing her, I pulled back the covers, and with a "rip," unzipped her school uniform,
revealing a thin, pure white cotton t-shirt, through which I could vaguely see a pink bra—could it be
the one I had once held in my hand? I hadn't expected her breasts to be so large, firm and full beneath her t-shirt. My hand
trembled as I reached under the hem of her t-shirt, tracing the unfamiliar, smooth skin upwards. The flesh there
was as smooth as jade. I touched her bra, the warm, soft mounds in my hand making my
blood surge, rushing to my temples—where they were throbbing… Madan opened
her mouth and gasped, “Hoh—hoh—”… The mounds twisted and deformed in my palm, I could clearly feel
them slowly swelling and becoming very elastic.

As I kneaded her breasts with one hand and reached down with the other to pull her pants down, she
quickly grabbed my hand, pulling it away from my mouth, and looked up, saying, “No…
my brother’s coming back!”

Her sudden question reminded me, and my hand stopped moving. I saw
fear in her eyes; was she afraid of me, or afraid of her brother’s return? I think my face at that moment was terrifying
, a young face twisted by desire, like the ferocious face of a wild beast, with sharp and fierce
eyes shooting flames from my pupils, burning her and making her so terrified.

"He... won't come!" I said, trying to pull down her pants again.

"No, he'll come back!" she said disbelievingly, holding onto her pants tightly.

"Then... let's... hurry up!" I said, my voice trembling strangely, almost pleading with
her.

"Anyway, you can't go in! Just touching is fine!" she still wouldn't let go.

"Okay, no going in, just touching!" I nodded repeatedly.

She said, "You're a bad person." After she finished speaking, she fell down, her voice becoming strange,
and her grip loosened considerably. I took the opportunity to pull her pants down to her thighs, revealing a small pink triangle of panties,
covering her bulging mound of flesh, making my eyes widen. Her hands were still lazily gripping the waistband, her thighs
tightly clenched. At this point, what was she still holding on for? I parted her fingers and, in one swift motion, slid her
pants and underwear down to her ankles, finally revealing the flower garden of the girl I had longed for: a small, triangular
patch of soft, downy grass covering a white mound of flesh, the short pubic hair curly and gleaming with a faint black
sheen. Her legs were tightly pressed together, obscuring the cleft, but I knew that the exquisite, wonderful fairy cave was hidden within
that crevice. These were the most beautiful legs I had ever seen on a girl—long and straight, the graceful curves seemingly crafted by
nature, smooth as white jade, the lines even and strong, like marble sculptures. My
hand traced along the inner thigh towards the groin, and the moment it touched that smooth, jade-like skin,
she couldn't help but tremble, her legs twisting restlessly.

"It tickles..." she whimpered softly.

"Um, may I touch it?" My hand had already touched that sparse patch of grass, but because
her legs were tightly pressed together, I couldn't lower my hand.

"No..." She actually changed her mind at the last minute, which caught me a little off guard.

I pointed my fingers like a sword and tried to thrust them downwards at an angle, but I still couldn't get them any closer. Helplessly, I said, "
Can I touch you up there?"

She hummed in agreement. I lifted her t-shirt and pushed it
up , along with her small, neatly arranged ribs. She raised her hands above her head so I
could peel off her school uniform and t-shirt. Now, all she was wearing was that pink bra that I was already familiar with,
right below me—this last barrier of the young girl, covering her two firm, full breasts, like
newly ripened red apples hanging on a branch, exuding an alluring aroma. My breathing quickened
. Instead of unhooking it at the back, I flipped up the bra flap,
pushing it up along the transparent tape on her shoulders, pulling it up her arms. As I
passed , blinking, her eyes glistening with tears, looking utterly pitiful.

"If you don't want to, we'll stop, okay?" I looked into her lamb-like, kind eyes, and my heart
softened instantly.

She shook her head vigorously, biting her lip, remaining silent. Her perfect, hemispherical breasts, like
sunflowers , drew my gaze, standing quietly and proudly before me,
two red cherries adorning the white mounds, so delicate and alluring! Two blushes rose on her face as she looked at my wolf-like,
greedy gaze, helplessly closing her eyes. Chapter Twenty-Two: The Person Before Me is My Desire.

I straightened up and took my short-sleeved plaid shirt off my head—in such a hurry that I didn't even bother
to unbutton it one button at a time, revealing my muscular physique. I pressed myself against her, panting heavily, my hands...
My palm gently covered her firm, plump breasts, their warm, full shape contorting in my hand.

I couldn't wait any longer and pressed my lips against hers, covering them completely. She didn't
flinch, opening her mouth to passionately return the kiss. I kissed her delicate, flower-like lips, my tongue swirling and probing deeper inside
, finding her other soft, sweet tongue. We swirled and intertwined, I greedily sucking
and licking her sweet saliva. Her breathing grew more rapid, her nostrils flaring.

I abandoned our inseparable tongues and slid down to her cleavage, taking
one of her nipples—those hard little cherries—into my mouth. I gently tapped the tip with my tongue, and her body trembled slightly.
She breath, and by the time I got up and unbuckled my belt, her confused moans had turned into
soft whimpers, her face flushed and exceptionally beautiful.

"What are you doing?" she asked nervously as I pulled down my pants and tossed them aside . "It's so hot and uncomfortable wearing pants!" I said, my erection already making my underwear stick up high. "No, I need you to promise! You can't go in!"
she cried , panicking at my prominent tent. " Okay, okay, I promise I won't go in. If I do, I'll..." I started to promise, raising my index and middle fingers, but I couldn't finish. I'd never made a promise to anyone like this before. "Hurry up! What will you do?" Ma Dan urged me to make a vow. "I'll... never see you again!" I wanted to say death, but at that moment I was genuinely afraid, or rather, I truly felt the presence of a god. So I compromised, trying to reach a more moderate agreement with those awe-inspiring deities. Little did I know that those words would actually come true. I haven't seen Ma Dan since after the college entrance exam, except in my dreams. "Fool! What kind of oath is that? I didn't ask you to make a poisonous oath!" She slapped my shoulder . I also felt a little regretful. Although she had misunderstood my oath, I thought that if I really never saw her again, this punishment would be quite cruel. But "a promise is a promise," so let it remain in the records of the gods. I had more urgent things to do right now. I pounced on Madan like a fierce leopard. Madan cried out and fell to the ground. My swollen penis, through the thin fabric of her underwear, pressed right between her hips. I could feel the soft flesh there, and I could even feel the center being slightly indented by my hard penis. The tip was as hot as a small stove. "Can I touch there?" I still wouldn't give up and begged again in a hoarse voice. "No, no..." she grabbed my hand firmly. "Just touch, just touch!" I tried to free my hand from her wrist. "Really?" She looked at me suspiciously. "Why would I lie to you? I swore an oath," I said. "Alright then, just one minute, not a second more!" Madan finally agreed, even one minute would do! My goddess! I just didn't know how she kept time; her watch was on the desk two meters away. I straightened up, kneeling naked between her two lotus-root-like, fair legs, like a devout worshipper. She obediently and slowly parted her legs, and that thing was completely naked before my eyes—that was the most precious thing on a girl's body! I knelt on the bed with my head down, that beauty was only a hand's width away from the tip of my nose, my lord! Please grant it to your humble subject! Her buttocks were firm and full, like pieces of white jade brocade. Her lower abdomen was smooth as silk, with a high, rounded mound of flesh . On the mound were sparse, honey-yellow pubic hairs, short and curled. Below the mound was pink , tender flesh, smooth and plump, with an alluring, glistening, moist crevice in the middle. Inside, glistening liquid overflowed like spring water, soaking a row of slightly trembling folds of flesh. This was a young girl's flower garden! "So beautiful!" I couldn't help but admire this masterpiece of nature. "May I touch it?" I asked softly, trembling , with boundless reverence for the Creator. "Be gentle!" she murmured, tilting her head and looking at me sideways. I reached out and approached that alluring, bright red crevice, my fingertips trembling as if there was an electric current , ready to give me a heart-pounding shock at any moment. "Ah..." Just as her fingertip sank into the warm, moist crevice, Ma Dan sighed and collapsed weakly. "It itches, itches!" Ma Dan groaned softly, her legs trembling incessantly as if electrocuted. The pink crevice clenched tightly, the folds of flesh gripping my finger bones tightly. After a while, it slowly relaxed, and the crevice gradually opened up. I carefully inserted my finger inside, the tiny folds of flesh trembling and opening and closing, licking my finger, constantly oozing glistening fluid, soaking the area completely. I gently entered that flower garden , and even more wet nectar was stirred out, flowing down her perineum. Ma Dan put her finger in her mouth and bit it, making "woo-woo" sounds, as if she were biting my finger. My nose was less than half a foot from the slit of flesh, and a fresh, fishy scent wafted into my nostrils. I could feel it was rock hard, and cool fluid was seeping from the tip, wetting my underwear. While inserting my fingers into her, I used my other hand to pull her underwear aside, taking out my restless shaft and gently holding it in my hand. This burning iron rod, if not for my firm grip, would probably have already shot into her flower pot like a sharp sword. Now it stood proudly , trembling powerfully and calmly. Oh, crude root of life! Lonely root of life, where will you go? Madan was writhing with her eyes closed, enjoying wave after wave of pleasure from her lower body. A minute should have passed long ago; she must have already forgotten this ridiculous promise, right? Forget it, ridiculous promise! Forget it, ridiculous vow! I couldn't hold back any longer. I quickly glanced to confirm the location of the entrance, then swiftly extended my finger from the flowerpot. Before she could react, I pounced on her like a hungry wolf with lightning speed.

I pounced on her, like a sharp arrow piercing the air, hitting its target precisely, powerfully plunging my entire length into her flesh.

"Ah!..." The instant I filled her body, she let out a long
scream , "You bastard...you pervert..." In a flash, she realized what was happening, pounding my chest and beginning
to resist. She resisted as if possessed, like a mermaid struggling on the shore to return to the water.

I quickly pressed my body down, holding her hands firmly on the bed to prevent her from moving.
The key was to prevent it from slipping out; once the arrow was released, there was no turning back. I couldn't afford to fail. My
lifeblood was buried in that warm cave, the trembling folds of flesh surrounding me from all sides. We were fighting,
they were shaking hands!

"You said you wouldn't go in!" she shouted, violently shaking her head against the pillow
.

"I did tell you, but it won't listen!" I said shamelessly, continuing to desperately press down.

"Liar—" she screamed, launching a second wave of frantic struggle, arching her back with all her might
, trying to flip me off. I also mustered all my strength, suppressing her frantic resistance time and time again, nearly
slipping off several times. This intense struggle lasted for a while, leaving us both panting, her
beautiful face flushed red.

"Aren't you afraid of getting pregnant?" she asked me breathlessly after a pause. Now she had no strength left to
struggle , and I was exhausted too, but I didn't dare relax for a moment.

"No, I can't run away!" I said, just trying to scare her, how could I be so bold?

"You're not afraid, but I am! How will you feed it?" she said seriously, she was really thinking ahead.

"I won't ejaculate inside, you can't have a baby even if you want to!" I smiled mischievously.

"Is this okay?" She blinked her beautiful big eyes at me, her gaze bright and
captivating .

"Yes! It'll definitely be fine!" I quickly assured her, "I'll just pull out and ejaculate when I'm about to
." I'm not a virgin; I've done this many times before without any problems.

"Fine, I'll trust you this once!" she sighed helplessly, "If anything goes wrong, my
brother won't forgive you!" she warned me fiercely. After saying that, she relaxed completely, closed her eyes, and
looked completely at my mercy.

"I want you!" I exclaimed with joy. Actually, I wanted to say "I'm starting," but what came out
was "I want you."

"Mmm..." She seemed ready for battle, completely relaxed.

I growled softly and began to thrust, like a runaway horse about to gallop. Warm, tender flesh pressed against my shaft from
all sides , making me unbearably itchy. Unable to resist my possessive desire, I began
to thrust in recklessly. The air in the room seemed to be on fire, and
the sounds filling the cozy little room with erotic noises. She didn't cry out in pain or resist; it seemed she was already experienced and familiar with the pleasure.
She hugged my neck, pressing my head against it, and kissed her breasts. There was a
breathtaking beauty inside her, making me want to go deeper and deeper... "It...it's so itchy...it's so
itchy..." Her hands frantically pressed down on my buttocks, pulling me in deeper. "Deeper, deeper..." She
curled her legs up and hooked them around my back, tightly gripping my waist.
The fire that had ignited at our point of union made her cheeks flushed and made me sweat profusely. I propped myself up, adjusted
my position, and continued to relentlessly ravage the depths of her tender flower garden, growing more vigorous with each thrust, my hips moving like a fully charged motor
that couldn't stop.

"Oh...ah...uh...woo..." Each impact made her moan with pleasure,
her firm breasts undulating back and forth, she trembled and panted, enjoying it all. I took frantically, I
gave frantically, and she took frantically, she gave frantically, working together to climb to that
peak .

I don't know how much time passed, but the tingling sensation grew stronger and stronger, coming in wave after wave. "Dan!...
It's coming! Dan!" I cried out, drenched in sweat, I couldn't hold on any longer.

"No—" she cried out, lying there with her head stretched out, I didn't know if she was telling me not to ejaculate inside, or if she was telling me not to
come. She moaned wildly, writhing even more joyfully. Finally, like an electric current, an indescribable
sensation surged up my glans and spine, spreading rapidly throughout my body, crackling and popping
, gathering at the tip, about to explode.

She still clung tightly to my buttocks, refusing to let go. I quickly pulled back, ejaculating wildly,
spraying everywhere. I felt like a deflated balloon, limp and motionless on top of her. Her face
was flushed pink with sweat, panting heavily.

"My brother's coming back!" she said, naked beneath me, panting for a while before suddenly
pushing , sitting up on the bed, and frantically searching for her clothes scattered on the floor.

"Don't panic. Get dressed and go to your brother's bed, pretend to be asleep! I'll be right out!" I
said as I dressed. "When your brother comes, just say I was hungry and went to eat by myself, okay?"

I watched her get dressed and lie down in her brother's bed, her hair a mess, then handed her a comb
and left. I climbed to the top of the hill behind the school, lay down on a lush green meadow, basking in the bright afternoon
sun …

[To be continued]

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