【Joyful Enemies】(9-11) Author: Ananda in Tears

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Author: Ananda in Tears
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Chapter Nine: Passion in the Bathtub

That evening, after dinner, Zhiming soaked in the bathtub and unknowingly fell asleep in the warm water,
even snoring: "Hoo...hoo...hoo..."

From the moment Zhiming entered the bathroom, Chunjiao had already planned it. She busied herself in the kitchen for a while,
finally washing and neatly arranging the pots and pans. When she returned to the room and
took off her clothes one by one, her heart was pounding like a deer: "Thump...thump..."

The closer she got to the bathroom door, the faster her heart beat. Chunjiao walked naked to the bathroom door,
tilted her ear to listen, but could hear neither the sound of running water nor the rustling of clothes being put on.

"I...may I come in?" Chun Jiao gently shook the doorknob and asked in a soft voice. The bathroom
was as silent as still water, and no one answered her. She raised her voice and called out again, "Ah Ming! May I
come in?!"

"Ah!" Zhi Ming opened his eyes, splashing water as Chun Jiao turned the doorknob and gracefully
walked in. "You...what are you doing?" He looked Chun Jiao up and down,
his sleepiness instantly vanishing.

"Didn't you say we didn't caress enough, brother? So..." Chun Jiao hesitated, looking like she wanted to say something but couldn't. Taking a bath with
a man in the same bathtub was a first for her. "Maybe brother is right, we...
need more skin contact..." she said shyly.

This was the first time Zhiming had seen Chunjiao's naked body in such bright light. His eyes were
glued to her perfect, trembling breasts. "I know...we'll shower together..." he murmured, his heart pounding
wildly.

As Chunjiao, holding onto the edge of the bathtub, lifted her long, slender legs and stepped into the tub, Zhiming caught a glimpse
of her slightly parted vulva. "Where...are you looking?" Chunjiao teased, slowly sinking
below the surface. Zhiming could no longer see, but his penis quietly began to stir beneath the water.

"We're husband and wife now... still not enough?!" Chun Jiao chuckled at Zhi Ming's infatuated, silly look
, grabbed a towel from the bathtub, and leaned closer, saying, "Shall I scrub your back?"

"Hmm? No need..." Zhi Ming was a little embarrassed and hurriedly reached for the towel, but Chun Jiao wouldn't give it to him, teasingly saying with
a grin , "Weren't you shy in bed? Now you're shy in the bathtub?!"

"Well... it's different!" Zhi Ming said awkwardly, "Suddenly having such a beautiful woman next to me,
it's a bit strange..."—Since becoming an adult, he had always bathed alone, never even been to a public bathhouse
.

"Then... we'll be bathing together often in the future, won't you feel uncomfortable too?" Chun Jiao asked back,
grinning broadly, revealing two shallow dimples on her cheeks.

"Who wants to take a bath with you? No way!" Zhiming said, but he rolled over in the water and lay face down on
the edge of the tub, exposing his back to the woman. Chun Jiao soaked a towel with water and
gently .

The back was itchy and tingling, and after rubbing for a long time, Zhiming couldn't help but ask, "Why are you
washing your back...?"

"So I can't see the front..." Chun Jiao chuckled behind him, then suddenly gave an order:
"Raise your hands!"

"Like this?!" Zhiming raised his hands high, and Chun Jiao's hands came around from under his armpits, her
smooth breasts pressing against his back, rolling rustling along the back with the rubbing motion.

Zhiming's back itched, and he shrugged back restlessly. Chunjiao then rubbed his nipples hard twice, making him
involuntarily cry out, "Ah... my nipples are being rubbed!... Is this what it feels like?"

Chunjiao's hands and the towel went underwater, wiping the man's ribs, then his abdomen, and then his
lower belly , making a rustling sound underwater... Finally, it was his turn to have his penis. She wrapped it in the towel and squeezed it,
finding it to be long and erect.

"Ouch!" Zhiming shuddered, quickly reaching down to grab the woman's hand, turning his head away embarrassedly,
saying, "Here... I can do it myself..."

"No, I'll wash it for you!" Chunjiao broke free from the man's hand, rubbing the erect penis a few times, making Zhiming mutter
in a panic , "No need... no need..." Chunjiao got angry, shrieking sharply, "I'll
wash it for you!"

"Why suddenly..." Zhiming was startled, not understanding why the usually obedient Chunjiao would become so
stubborn, so he had no choice but to give in, obediently turning his head back and raising his hand high.

Seeing that Zhiming had given in, Chunjiao suppressed a laugh, reaching down to grasp the hard penis, "Goodness!
It's grown so thick without me even realizing it," she thought to herself with secret delight, gently
stroking , occasionally pinching and stroking the soft foreskin a few times.

"So... this is what it feels like to be touched by her!" Zhiming thought to himself, involuntarily closing his eyes to enjoy
it .

"Ah Ming, we're husband and wife now!" Chun Jiao murmured against the man's back, her breath softly
brushing against Zhiming's neck, tickling and making him feel flustered. "I'm not good at sex... so
... you have to teach me a lot!" she said, her hands never stopping.

"Chun Jiao, Chun Jiao..." Zhiming murmured with his eyes closed, his breathing becoming increasingly erratic... Suddenly,
Chun Jiao 's fingernail accidentally scratched his tender glans, and Zhiming screamed "Ah!" and
shuddered as if he had been electrocuted.

Chun Jiao, thinking she had hurt him, panicked and asked, "What's wrong?! What's wrong?! Does it hurt a lot?"

"It hurts like hell!" Zhi Ming grimaced and turned around, his face suddenly darkening. He grabbed a towel
and pounced on her. "Now...it's time for me to serve you and give you a proper wash!"

"No! No! I can do it myself..." Chun Jiao jumped out of the water, stretching her legs to escape
the bathtub, but Zhi Ming pulled her back around the waist. Suddenly, she slipped, splashing water everywhere. Zhi Ming fell to
the bottom of the tub, and Chun Jiao fell into his lap.

Holding her slippery body, Zhi Ming mimicked her previous stubborn tone: "I'll help you wash!"
Chun Jiao, like a baby rabbit caught by an eagle, could only helplessly say, "Okay..."

Zhi Ming didn't have her patience. He hastily wiped her back a few times, then grabbed the towel...
He suddenly darted from under Chun Jiao's armpits to her chest, grabbing one breast in each hand and frantically kneading it.

"Ugh!" Chun Jiao turned her head and glared at him with disgust. "If you're going to wash... then wash properly! Touching here
and there..."

"I'm washing..." Zhi Ming said with a lewd grin, loosening his grip and pretending to wash
. The skin on her breasts was smooth and delicate, and the water seemed to bounce and pulsate with life when it hit it. The

line between washing and kneading was blurred, and Chun Jiao could only let the man ravage her chest. Waves of tingling and itching spread rapidly
from throughout her body, and her vagina began to stir restlessly. As he washed, Chun Jiao
closed her eyes and began to breathe softly, her mouth making soft hissing sounds.

Seeing the woman aroused, Zhiming suddenly threw the towel into the water and swiftly inserted his hand into her crotch
, completely covering the soft, white mound beneath the surface.

"Let go! Let go! Liar..." Chunjiao immediately snapped out of her daze, instinctively squeezing her thighs together, trapping the man
's hand between them.

"Hehe..." Zhiming chuckled smugly, his hand drilling down stubbornly like a drill, his fingertips touching
the shallow groove of flesh. "

Ah..." Chunjiao cried out, her head thrown back, her thick, hard fingers entering her vagina. She still held
tightly to Zhiming's arm, not pulling away, but her thighs involuntarily parted even wider.

The hot, fleshy walls trembled against his fingers, and Zhiming gently began to tease and explore. On the water's surface,
the lingering bubbles rippled gently with the warm waves; beneath, fingers
moved in and out , a fiery undercurrent surging within, as if a small volcano was about to erupt.

"Ah...ah..." Chun Jiao's rapid breathing turned into moans, her hand reaching behind her to find Zhi Ming
's penis and grasping it in her palm, gently stroking it. Soon, the penis grew harder and longer... "
How's my service? Not bad, baby..." Zhi Ming asked with a lewd grin, one hand exploring below, the other
reaching around from behind to capture her two slippery breasts.

"Ugh..." Chun Jiao turned her head away, her slightly open eyes veiled in a thin mist, a few strands of wet hair
clinging to , her entire face covered in a glistening film of sweat, looking like a
little colt drenched in sweat after running. "Faster...Ah Ming! I...I can't take it anymore!" she said.

"Huh?!" Zhiming was a little unsure whether this counted as "sufficient caressing." He released the woman
and stood up from the bathtub. "Then... let's go to the bed..." he said.

"Right here..." Chun Jiao said, splashing as she fell off the edge of the bathtub, kneeling with her legs in
the water , raising her full, white buttocks high towards Zhiming, panting, "Darling! Put
your treasure in... put it in! Come in!"

Zhiming was about to step out of the bathtub when he heard the woman calling him, so he quickly pulled his legs back. Turning his head, he saw that
Chun Jiao's thighs were already spread in a "V" shape floating on the water, her slender waist pressed against the surface, the rippling
water occasionally kissing her small nipples, and a pink bud blooming between her thighs. "Right here...
is fine too..." Zhiming said nervously. He thought the woman looked like a bitch in heat, but he didn't dare to
say it out loud.

"Only in bed? Who said that..." Chun Jiao retorted, feeling
ashamed of , but also experiencing unprecedented excitement and stimulation. Seeing no movement, Chun Jiao turned her head and saw Zhi Ming
still staring blankly at her crotch. She urged in a trembling voice, "Don't just look!...Come in...come inside!
I can't wait...please...Zhi Ming!"

His penis was already rock hard. Zhi Ming waded through the water and reached behind Chun Jiao's buttocks.
He held her round buttocks firmly with both hands, aimed his thick glans at her pink opening, and with a muffled groan, thrust
forward. However, the position was a little too low, and he penetrated too far down her vagina.

"Hmm?!" Chun Jiao groaned in disappointment, arching her buttocks upwards before burying her head again,
gritting her teeth and waiting anxiously. Once...twice...three times...either too high or too low, he just
couldn't get it inside her.

"What's your rush?" Chun Jiao said angrily, grabbing the dazed glans and slowly
guiding it into her labia.

"Oh..." Zhi Ming breathed a sigh of relief as his penis successfully entered the hot, slippery tunnel, moving
forward ... When it reached a soft pad deep inside her vagina, Chun Jiao let out a muffled groan, her whole body
trembling, her vaginal canal tightening as if gripping Zhi Ming's manhood.

Chun Jiao shook her wet hair, her hands weakly gripping the edge of the bathtub, tilting her head back and exhaling, murmuring
softly , "Ah Ming! My vagina is so itchy... so uncomfortable..."

It was the first time Zhi Ming had seen a penis inserted into a vagina, like a sharp sword being
sheathed . Even more deadly, from this angle, the woman's beautiful back curves, slender waist, doughy
buttocks, snow-white neck... everything was laid bare. "You vixen!" Zhiming roared, thrusting his hips relentlessly
, his thighs creating waves of water that surged forward, hitting the woman
's buttocks, hitting her breasts, hitting the edge of the bathtub, and then swaying back... Chun Jiao tossed her wet hair, moaning and groaning
, pleasurably enduring the chaotic thrusts, her body rocking like a small boat, her
breasts slid on the water's surface like oars.

The thick penis moved in and out of her vagina, occasionally pulling out and thrusting back in, creating
a series of crackling and splashing sounds, along with the sounds of surging water, the man's panting, and the woman's
moans ... all mingling and echoing in the cozy bathroom.

The fleshy hole seemed to be overflowing with spring water, and Zhiming could feel it. Waves of lustful fluid flowed out
, making the fleshy hole increasingly slippery. As Zhiming thrust, he asked her in a deep voice, "Do you like...do you
like this? Huh?!" His voice was rough and hoarse, like dull rusted saw teeth cutting into cracked old tree bark.

"I like it..." Chun Jiao murmured, her round buttocks still trembling as she moved closer.
Soon , Chun Jiao was drenched in fragrant sweat, crying out in trembling voices, "Ugh...it itches...it's so itchy!
Faster...ahhh...don't stop..."

From the moment his penis entered her fleshy hole, that bone-melting pleasure constantly assaulted Zhiming's glans
. He had been clenching his teeth, stubbornly enduring it, but—it was almost there! His forehead began to heat up, as if...
Sweating profusely, he knew he couldn't hold on much longer, so he began to thrust violently, shouting,
"Darling! I'm coming... I'm coming..."

"Oh my god! I'm being fucked to death... I'm being fucked to death... Ahhh..." Chun Jiao screamed wildly, shaking her wet hair
like a madwoman.

As his penis began to tremble, Zhi Ming thrust his hips forward, plunging deep inside. The flesh deep inside her
gave his glans a long, passionate kiss. Zhi Ming felt a tingling sensation in his lower back, let out a cry of "Oh!", and his penis began to spurt uncontrollably
... After ejaculating, Zhi Ming felt an indescribable sense of pleasure. His penis, still inside her, trembled defiantly. When
he pulled it out, it was covered in messy white marks, as if it had been washed with milk.

Chun Jiao slumped her head on the edge of the bathtub, silent as if dead. Only her white, fleshy
vulva, like a mouth, opened and closed repeatedly, contracting and releasing thick, white fluid that gushed out,
stretching long, transparent threads that fell onto the rippling water, swaying and sinking gently.

"Ah Ming..." Chun Jiao called weakly, slowly turning her head to look at the panting
man . "You were so good! Really so good!" she said earnestly, staring into Zhi Ming's eyes.

"Really? But... I still think..." Zhi Ming lowered his head in frustration. He had read descriptions of female
orgasms, and Chun Jiao clearly hadn't experienced one. "It was... too fast! Right?" he said.

Chun Jiao shook her head, lay down and hugged Zhi Ming's head to her chest, kissed his forehead and said affectionately,
"But I'm already very satisfied! You did a great job! Think about how we were at the beginning, two minutes... five
minutes ... we did it all, and now it's probably ten minutes! We've improved, haven't we?"

Unconditional praise would only make Zhi Ming more and more insecure. He preferred to believe he had improved rather than believe
he was already "fantastic." "Thank you! Chun Jiao, we should do it a lot more during our honeymoon..." Zhi Ming
said. In another week, his and Chun Jiao's honeymoon would begin.

"Okay, let's cheer each other on!" Chun Jiao smiled happily. Zhi Ming got up
and rinsed off the shower gel. Chun Jiao watched him wash, her face full of smiles. She didn't know if Zhi Ming
had premature ejaculation, and she didn't have the courage to go to a urologist to find out. "Never mind," she thought,
sighing "I'll see if there's any improvement after our honeymoon..."

Chapter 10: Hainan Honeymoon Trip

The honeymoon finally arrived. This was Zhi Ming and Chun Jiao's first trip together. Without any other people to disturb them,
the young couple were so excited that they couldn't sleep all night. They spread out a map and looked at it again and again, even making many detailed
plans .

Early in the morning, before ten o'clock, Zhi Ming and Chun Jiao arrived at Anguo International Airport. With a little
time before boarding, the two dragged their large and small bags of luggage to the check-in counter to complete the check-in procedures.

A man in a floral shirt was also processing his paperwork ahead of them. Zhiming recognized the man's back, but
couldn't quite place where he'd seen him before. When the man straightened up, Zhiming almost cried out.

"Hey! Zhiming, what a coincidence! Your sister-in-law heard you were going to Hainan and insisted on going
too !" The older brother chuckled, his gold necklace gleaming.

Zhiming could only manage a forced smile, but his nerves were on edge. "Hmph! Judging by this, it was clearly
premeditated !" Seeing the two brothers staring at each other, Meiya quickly ran over to smooth things over. "Don't worry!
Don't worry! We won't bother you…"

In Chunjiao's imagination, Hainan had seas as blue as the sky, people lazily
enjoying , and a gentle breeze rustling through rows of tall coconut trees… In short, it was
a paradise for couples! However, after bumping into the Meiya couple at the baggage check-in window, Chun Jiao's excited mood gradually cooled down.
What was even more infuriating was that they were on the same plane! "Looks like good things really do come with difficulties! There's no escaping it
!" Chun Jiao sighed.

An hour later, the plane landed at Haikou Meilan International Airport. The four of them exited the airport. Being unfamiliar with the area
, they finally found two sea-view rooms, but they were next to each other. Seeing Zhi Ming's hesitant look, the
owner grumbled angrily, "Where are you going to rent such a nice room this season? Just forget about it..." Zhi Ming
had no choice but to quickly rent it.

The room was nice, but Chun Jiao had a long face and was sullenly facing away from Zhi Ming. Zhi Ming called out,
"Chun Jiao..." Chun Jiao didn't answer, and Zhi Ming knew she was angry—Chun Jiao wouldn't speak when she was angry .
"Could it be... that we're going to have to eat vegetarian food tonight?" Zhi Ming thought helplessly, and for some reason, an even more serious
consequence popped into his mind: "The first day of our honeymoon is like this... such a bad start! Will Chun Jiao... file for divorce because of this?"

"Ah Ming..." Chun Jiao interrupted Zhi Ming's thoughts, and Zhi Ming quickly replied, "What about the romantic honeymoon I've been looking forward to
for so long ... just the two of us?" She seemed to be talking to herself, but also seemed to be blaming Zhi Ming.

"Uh...you mean my brother and the others, right?" Seeing the woman speak, Zhiming quickly and gently
hugged , whispering in her ear, "Just ignore them! Right now, all I think about is my
Chun Jiao..."

"Ah Ming, I know..." Chun Jiao, like all women who love sweet words, was easily moved by
Zhiming's . "Staying in the room is so boring, how about we take her to the beach to play water volleyball!" she suggested.
Looking out the window, many tourists were playing and laughing on the beach not far away.

"That's what I was thinking too!" At this moment, Zhiming was willing to do anything as long as the woman was happy. Chun Jiao
slipped into the bedroom and emerged a moment later wearing a pink, super-short swimsuit, her buttocks almost completely exposed.
She casually crossed one of her white legs, tapping it on the floor, striking a seductive pose, and blinked, asking,
"Ah Ming, does this look good on me?" "It looks good…it looks good…" Zhi Ming nodded repeatedly, though he didn't dare say it aloud

, despite the difference from the bikini he'd expected . The two went to the beach. Zhi Ming looked up at the sun; it was midday. "It 's so hot here. Maybe a swim would be more comfortable!" he suggested. "Hmm! It's all the same…" Chun Jiao said indifferently. Just then, a group of tall, beautiful , all in bikinis, all with ample breasts and buttocks. Zhi Ming's eyes were immediately drawn to them; he was practically drooling. "Hey! Hey! Hey!" Chun Jiao waved her hand in front of his eyes, but his eyes still followed her buttocks intently.

Enraged, Chun Jiao hurled the volleyball at Zhi Ming's head.

With a deafening thud, Zhi Ming felt dizzy, his head buzzing, and
he swayed unsteadily, collapsing onto the sand and shaking his head. "How could you... hit me so hard! Ouch
...

" "Hard?! There's something even harder..." Chun Jiao yelled fiercely, her eyes wide as she looked around.
The volleyball had bounced far away, so she rushed over to retrieve it, shouting, "Don't treat me like I'm invisible..."

Seeing the gravity of the situation, Zhi Ming stopped feeling dizzy, leaped out of the sand, and
dashed towards the sea, plunging into the azure ocean with a splash. He swam vigorously in the cool water for half a minute
before daring to surface, panting heavily.

When Zhiming looked back at the shore, Chunjiao was no longer on the beach. He looked around the crowd, but
couldn't her anywhere. "Strange! Wasn't she just retrieving the ball that hit me?" Zhiming wondered.

Just as he was hesitating whether to swim back, a splash came from the water not far ahead, and
a wet head surfaced, shaking off the water droplets—it was Chunjiao! She
yelled , "You're pretty fast! Don't think I can't catch you just because you're hiding in the water!"

Zhiming was startled. "Oh! So… you're not a landlubber!" He quickly pinched his nose, leaned back, and
frantically swam into the deeper water. "Where do you think you're going!" Chunjiao shouted, chasing after him, splashing through the waves as she followed

the wake he had created . Zhiming occasionally looked up; Chunjiao's limbs rhythmically curled and stretched, floating gracefully on the surface of the sea like a large, silvery-white fish. At this moment, he wished he could transform into a white wave, to caress her smooth back and full buttocks in broad daylight. Laughter on the beach was left far behind. Zhiming deliberately slowed his pace to let her approach, and only after she was inside his ambush zone did he take a deep breath, suddenly dive into the water, and swim back underwater to catch her . Chun Jiao was startled, dragged underwater, and before she could even open her mouth, the man kissed her firmly. This kiss instantly turned her annoyance into smoke, and she involuntarily hugged Zhiming tightly, kissing and caressing him passionately. When she felt breathless, she surfaced, took a deep breath, and then dived back down—the azure sea became their perfect bed! This time, Zhiming reached inside Chun Jiao's swimsuit, grabbing and pressing haphazardly on her soft, plump breasts . In return, Chun Jiao pounced on Zhi Ming's chest, gently nibbling his nipples with her teeth, making Zhi Ming unbearably itchy. He accidentally choked on some seawater and quickly surfaced. Once back in the water, Zhi Ming immediately jumped down, pulled down his swimsuit skirt, and went straight for the manhood, digging his fingers into the white flesh, making the cleft sticky and warm, yet feeling satisfied. He kissed it, but after only a few kisses, his oxygen supply was depleted, and he quickly surfaced again for air. Next, it was Chun Jiao's turn to go down. Zhi Ming kept his head above water, feeling Chun Jiao pull his underwear down to his thighs, her hand grasping and rapidly stroking his penis a dozen times before it surfaced again… The two of them floated and sank, rising and falling, alternating—in what they thought was a secret way— endlessly playing with each other's genitals. Finally, Chun Jiao could no longer satisfy the teasing. She simply pulled down her panties and inserted his penis into her vagina. Underwater, she and Zhi Ming joined together and quickly thrust ten or so times. Their bodies sank, and they quickly waded back up to float to the surface, then thrust ten or so more... They continued like this, racing against time. Although they couldn't achieve a satisfying release, it was much more novel and exciting than doing it on their own bed. They were having so much fun that they didn't want to swim back to the beach. If it weren't for a , they might have continued until they were completely exhausted! Back on the beach, their swimsuits were soaked and sticky against their bodies. Zhi Ming wanted to lie on the sand and let the sun dry them, but Chun Jiao disagreed, saying that "you could even see the shape of my nipples, which is embarrassing." She insisted on going back to the room to change, so Zhi Ming had no choice but to follow her back reluctantly. "My brother hasn't shown up since he checked into the hotel. Could it be... that he's really angry with us?" Zhiming said anxiously . As he passed by his brother's room, he saw that the door was tightly closed, just like when he left. "Maybe... Anyone with eyes can see that we don't like them..." Chun Jiao said, feeling guilty. As the saying goes "At home, you rely on relatives; when you're away from home, you rely on friends." It was really unreasonable to treat her brother and sister-in-law so coldly. "I really hope they're just tired, and that they haven't moved out..." she said sadly, and silently changed into clean clothes. Zhiming, who had known his brother's temperament since childhood, casually comforted his wife, saying, "Don't be so pessimistic. My brother has a thick skin; even an atomic bomb wouldn't leave a trace on it... Maybe he's afraid we'll disturb him, or maybe he's secretly having a great time in his room!" "You think everyone is like you! Thinking about that all day long? Since we got married, we haven't gone three days without each other going shopping..." Chunjiao teased, then looked up and saw Zhiming staring at her lecherously. She knew he still wanted to do that, and her face flushed instantly. "Look at you! Weren't ? What's the rush... Anyway, it's still early before nightfall, so... how about we go shopping?" Shopping malls are usually very popular in places with developed tourism, and Haikou, Hainan, is no exception, with them everywhere. As soon as Chun Jiao entered the clothing mall, she was like a fish swimming into the sea. This one looked good, that one looked nice, and she tried them all on. Soon, ten minutes passed, twenty minutes passed, thirty minutes passed… She spent almost an hour in each store, only to buy two or three items. Then she rushed off to the next store without stopping. “What’s wrong with you? You look like you’re about to die…” Chun Jiao, carrying bags of clothes, arrived at the waiting area. Zhi Ming was already dazed, slumped weakly against the armrest of a chair, almost asleep. “Are you done yet? I’m so tired… I can’t walk anymore…” Zhi Ming mumbled. He had never imagined shopping with a woman would be so exhausting. He truly regretted agreeing to Chun Jiao’s decision without thinking.

"Get up! It's already past eight... It's almost dark. Let's go shopping at Victory Shopping Plaza again
!" Chun Jiao threw various bags at him, and Zhi Ming had no choice but to pick them up and follow along,
moving with difficulty like a broken-down truck. "I love Hainan! I love this place so much, I
should have come sooner..." Chun Jiao said, her mood beaming.

After shopping at Victory Shopping Plaza, Chun Jiao suggested going to another one. Zhi Ming couldn't take it anymore, so he shook off
the pile of clothes on his shoulders and begged with a mournful face, "Grandma! Let's go tomorrow? I really want
to sleep... I haven't adjusted to the time difference since coming from Shenzhen to Hainan!"

After much persuasion, Chun Jiao finally agreed to go shopping tomorrow, and Zhi Ming took a taxi back to the hotel by the sea.
On the plane, Zhiming deliberately conserved his energy, preparing for a big adventure in Hainan.
He still thought about it when he came back from swimming, but now, the moment his body touched the soft bed, he fell fast asleep, like a stone
, not even turning over.

Chapter Eleven: The Passionate Bamboo Dance.

On the second day of their honeymoon, a knocking sound woke Zhiming from his dream. Chunjiao
called , "Aming! I'm busy... Go see who it is!" Zhiming rubbed his sleepy eyes and looked at the clock.
It was almost ten o'clock. He quickly got out of bed and dressed. As soon as he opened the door... "Hi! I'm here!" Zhigang jumped in
like , wearing sunglasses on his nose and a Nikon DX3 SLR camera hanging around his neck.
He pounced on Zhiming, baring his teeth and claws, wanting to hug him.

Zhiming was startled and dodged to the side. His brother missed his target, and his sister-in-law, Meiya, giggled by the door:
"Your brother dragged me out of bed early this morning, insisting on seeing that... Li ethnic
bamboo pole dance! Come ask you two, do you want to go together?"

"No! No!" Zhiming shook his head. Meiya was wearing a tight-fitting sailor shirt today—
probably a new one from yesterday? It accentuated her curvaceous figure even more. Why wasn't it
his sister-in-law who pounced on him? Zhiming thought with a hint of regret, "Sister-in-law looks so beautiful today! But... Chunjiao
planned to go shopping at Sunshine Shopping Plaza today..." He said with a smile, his tone much more amiable than
usual .

Meiya looked disappointed and awkwardly opened her mouth to answer, but Chunjiao had already rushed out of the bathroom
and hugged Meiya, giving her a series of passionate kisses: "Sister Meiya, this is so nice! This is so nice! We were just worried about having
nowhere to play! We looked for you all day yesterday, but the door was always closed..."

"Where have you been? I felt dizzy and nauseous after getting off the plane yesterday, so I've been in my room the whole time..." Meiya said, blushing.
Her gaze passed over Chun Jiao's shoulder and landed on Zhiming. Zhiming turned away embarrassedly to look at his brother, while Zhigang
sighed with relief, saying, "Women are so much easier to talk to!" His face flushed slightly, and he had no choice but to turn
back . His sister-in-law made a V-sign with two fingers, stuck out her tongue, and suggested, "Haven't you eaten yet? Let's go downstairs and
grab something to eat, then we'll leave right away!"

Zhiming shook his head helplessly and followed the two women out, but his brother grabbed
his shoulder and said mysteriously, "Ah Ming! I'm showing you the way!"

Zhiming didn't know what he wanted to say, nor did he want to know, so he said impatiently, "Here we go again! You dog mouth ..." "Don't spit out
ivory ..."

Zhigang said seriously, "You really have to believe me, you'll see when you get there! You're guaranteed to find a fulfilling and happy sex life in the Li ethnic group's
bamboo pole !

" Zhiming was full of anticipation for this trip, hoping to see the renowned Li bamboo pole dance and for a happy and fulfilling married life
. The four of them drove for almost three hours, arriving at Yalong Bay after 2
PM . Using a map, they asked around for directions to find where the bamboo pole dance was being performed. They finally found it and rushed
over, only to find that half the dance had already started.

Contrary to expectations, the bamboo pole dance wasn't performed on a high stage, but rather in an open-air threshing ground in a farmhouse courtyard
. To avoid the bright sunlight, tourists leaned against the railings on the surrounding corridors, looking down from their seats.
The best spots were furnished with sturdy, rustic round tables and chairs—but those were paid areas. Arriving late, they found themselves
in a sea of people , unable to find a place to sit. The four of them had to settle for a table, sipping
expensive rum cocktails while watching.

A dozen or so young, beautiful girls, dressed in vibrant handwoven Li ethnic clothing, wore unusually
short , barely reaching their waists, revealing large sections of their slender, white waists. They wore short, striped skirts that
barely covered their navels, tightly binding their full hips in an eye-catching display. Most alluring were their bare,
white legs, as tender and white as lotus roots.

This bamboo pole dance, they explained, was originally a sacrificial ritual passed down through generations of the Li people, with a history spanning hundreds of years.
In the past… In the past, after the hard work of spring and summer, the autumn harvest was plentiful. The entire clan, young and old ,
would dress in their finest festive attire. Every household would cook rice and brew fragrant glutinous rice wine with the newly harvested rice,
and slaughter their own cattle, sheep, pigs, and ducks to offer sacrifices to the gods and deceased ancestors. After the feast,
the whole village would gather in groups on an open area on a nearby hillside, light a roaring bonfire, and dance a lively bamboo pole
dance Amidst the crackling of the bamboo poles, they would celebrate the harvest and pray for an even better
harvest next year. Now, the clothing is still made of cloth, but the styles are increasingly "modern." The props are still
bamboo poles, but the celebratory and prayerful meaning has been lost, replaced by a means of making a living by attracting tourists.

In the center of the threshing ground, four young girls squatted on each side of the open space, each holding
the end of . They rhythmically opened and closed the poles
, the poles clashing together with a sharp crack. The dancers, barefoot, leaped and stomped between the openings, their movements precise and flawless, their ample breasts and hips swaying
in various alluring motions, drawing cheers from the crowd.

Chun Jiao and Mei Ya chatted animatedly to one side, while Zhi Ming, engrossed in the spectacle, paid no attention to their conversation.
Zhi Gang, however, at the height of the activity, leaned over and whispered in Zhi Ming's ear with a grin, "Look at that waist
…that movement!…See? That complex, passionate swaying, purely…purely sexual,
doesn't it look like it?"

Zhi Ming paused, focusing intently on the swaying waists. Indeed, there was a hint of that, but he
wouldn't admit it, saying, "Sigh! Your head is always thinking like that…"

Zhigang chuckled twice, quite pleased with his keen observation skills. "Hey!
What's wrong with you now? All you do is go in and out..." he said, raising his voice a bit, which made Chunjiao glance over.

"Shh... keep it down..." Zhiming quickly stopped him, smiling sheepishly. He didn't understand
—at such a life-or-death moment—what else could he do besides going in and out?

"You have to pay attention to rhythm, just like this bamboo pole dance. Sometimes it has to be fast, sometimes slow, sometimes light, sometimes
heavy..." Zhigang said in a low voice, stretching out his index finger to gesture under the table. "Like this, first
, you have to pay attention to the back and forth, the varying degrees of speed and intensity; second, you have to sway left and right, stimulating from all angles; third, you have to turn in circles... Basically,
these are the three types..."

"Ah!" Zhiming exclaimed in surprise, glancing furtively at his sister-in-law and Chunjiao. Luckily, their
eyes were fixed on the yard, completely unaware of the brothers' conversation. "This... it's just physical labor, why
all the fancy moves? It's like a technical skill..." he said in a low voice.

"It's all about technique!" Zhigang chuckled, tilting his head. He rubbed his temples, thought for a moment, and then recited,
shaking his head, "Haven't you heard a poem? Well... the reason you've all fallen apart is because you don't understand
the art of love; what you lack is simply the art of love; haven't you heard, no love can last forever if it
lacks the art..."

"Never read it..." Zhiming shook his head, wondering how his brother had suddenly become so cultured. "
From Erich Fromm's *The Art of Loving*?" he guessed, not entirely sure.

"No! No!" Zhigang started quoting, displaying the air of a cultured man. "This is the work of the
great poet Oedipus. Although he lived around the turn of the century, he understood the importance of sexual positions early on,
but in 8 AD, he was exiled due to a scandalous affair..."

"Alright! In short, you need sexual skills to maintain a happy love!" Zhiming interrupted his brother
, but firmly memorized the name "Oedipus," secretly resolving to read this great work
carefully .

It was already late when they boarded the bus at Sanya Bay. The last bus had only a few scattered passengers
. The four of them chose seats towards the back so they could catch a nap during the long journey.

Zhiming and his brother sat in the front, while Chunjiao and Meiya sat in the back. As soon as they left Sanya Bay, his brother
drowsily closed his eyes. Just as Zhiming was about to give up, the two women began whispering behind him.

"Hey! Chun Jiao... it's been a month since we got married," Mei Ya said, pausing for a moment, "have you ever had
an orgasm ?"

"What?! An orgasm..." Chun Jiao said in a trembling voice. Zhi Ming didn't need to look back to imagine her
mouth agape in surprise.

"Looks like you haven't tried it yet," Meiya said, her tone full of regret for her. "An orgasm is...
I can't explain it as clearly as Zhigang, it's... the biggest and best pleasure!"

"The biggest? The best?" Chunjiao became even more interested, unable to imagine what that feeling was like
, and only timidly asked, "Can I... have an orgasm too?"

"Of course!" Meiya said casually, probably assuming the man in front was asleep. "Every
woman has that right! But... you have to be bolder. As long as there's love, what does shame matter?!"

"Bolder...? Does that mean you can do anything?" Chunjiao pressed for details. Meiya lowered her voice
even further, and Zhiming couldn't understand her at all, his heart itching with the urge to pounce on the back row—if Meiya weren't there
. The two women whispered in each other's ears for a while before stopping.

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