[Intertwined Desires: First Love]

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I. A Faint Autumnal Feeling, A Lingering Spring Melancholy
My name is Xiao Qiu, the Qiu of autumn. I don't know why my mother had to give birth to me in autumn. Before I was even born,

that Qu Yuan began to lament autumn, and that lament has lasted for thousands of years, finally landing on my head. I think all the bad luck in my life

is probably left by this old man.
In my youth, I was nothing like the lazy and dull person I am now. I was quick-witted and eager to learn, attending a prestigious middle school, W Middle School.
Perhaps because it was a prestigious school, most of the girls lacked enthusiasm, always buried in their books, but not all of them were.
I unknowingly fell in love with Jie, a girl who appeared melancholic and pure…
The feelings I had in middle school are a mystery now; it's hard for someone nearing thirty to understand

the thoughts of someone who was 13 or 14. I only remember that back then, she and I… were so innocent, like young children. Until high school,

when she went to another middle school, we gradually drifted apart until we completely lost contact. Ling, her

best friend, stayed at W Middle School with me.
Ling and I weren't very close at the time. We only had a slight connection because of Jie, and we were kind of

looking down on each other—we were from two different worlds. In our first year of high school, physics and chemistry were divided into A and B classes, which meant that

we, who rarely interacted before, ended up in the same classroom. She wasn't a very hardworking person, like me, but she always

managed to get good grades (in fact, the final college entrance exam results proved that she was better than me, I'm ashamed to say that).
Being equally lazy, we would

chat about all sorts of things while the teacher was explaining math and physics at length. After all, we were old classmates, so we were more familiar with each other than with others. Gradually, her true colors

began to show…
Basically, Ling was the sharp-tongued type, never holding back her words when she spoke to me, as if she was born to put people down

. My meager sense of self-respect as a man had been chewed up 365 times by her, leaving only a

mess ...
While enduring mental torment, my body was also undergoing a bloody and fiery ordeal: every day I was either

kicked countless times by a young girl's pointed leather shoes, or poked

twice by a ballpoint pen with the words "0.4 ultra-fine"—a line of tragically small blue characters.
My poor, recently grown-up hair was constantly subjected to resilience tests, to the point that I eventually had to

imagine myself as a medieval Frenchman to avoid inspection—not showering (

or rather, .
When my hair resembled a new Daqing oil field, and she was at a loss as to what to do with this "oil field" adorned with "

northern snow," a sense of smugness welled up within me... accompanied by a

strange feeling...
I think I must be a pervert. Despite this torment, I still tirelessly

chatted with her about anything and everything. Perhaps a woman is far more attractive to me than organic matter and the acceleration of gravity. Finally,

one day, I realized with dismay—I am a masochist! This discovery ultimately sentenced me to life imprisonment.
In my second year of high school, I irrevocably ended up sitting in the seat in front of her. This second-floor classroom did nothing to change

my miserable fate; I was still being scolded, kicked, and poked, just like when I was 15, until my sixteenth

autumn.
Ling was, after all, a girl, even if a bit wild, she still had some of the virtues a girl should have. You

know, a woman's appearance and inner self are very different, just like a man's appearance and inner self, I think there's a big difference too

.
For example, there was a girl in our grade who was considered beautiful by most people.

After exchanging a few words with her about life and love, I realized that if she didn't become a nun, she would be committing a terrible sin, harming

all living beings.
In comparison, I thought Ling, with her delicate appearance, was still kind and understanding. Perhaps she thought so too,

which is why she gave me a gift on my birthday, which inexplicably made me happy for a while. However, this

joy didn't last long—actually, only a moment—before all my happiness crumbled. When

I pulled a thin piece of paper out of the envelope, I realized I was terribly wrong…
It was just a photograph, showing a girl smiling at me directly—it was her—Jie. She was standing in front of a villa in

Qingdao . No wonder she seemed so far away. Qingdao looked so clean, just like her smile.

I think I liked Qingdao because I like cleanliness, but I no longer liked her. Perhaps only an incredibly foolish man would take responsibility for his own mediocre

feelings . I'm a smart man (at least I was quite

smart back then), so I quickly realized that she could be my sister, nothing more.
Ling, who gave me the photograph, although she prided herself on being clever and insightful, seemed unable to keep up with my thinking

. The difference between men and women is ultimately unavoidable, I thought. Was my mind really that hard to guess? Or was she not as

intelligent as I thought?
I opened the drawer, and the faded photograph was tossed inside.
I closed the drawer and stared blankly for a while.
Finally, I decided to do something.

II. Youthful Arrogance, Bizarre Behavior
"Um, I have something I want to discuss with you~" I sat on the sofa in her room, staring blankly at

my intertwined fingers.
"What is it? Even the Secretary wants to discuss things with me?? (At that time, I had accidentally become the Youth League

Secretary , as a response to my decision to apply to my own school for high school entrance exams)." She said teasingly.
"I recently… like a girl… oh dear, what are you doing?" I suddenly felt a tap on the head

, and I looked at her with a face full of humiliation.
"How could you do this? So fickle!!" Her face flushed, her pink lips

pouting in anger, making my heart flutter.
Without realizing it, I leaned closer, unconsciously muttering, "I like you~" My lips

even uncontrollably pouted, moving closer to that little flower.
In an instant, a sharp pain shot through my mouth and nose, and my vision blurred… The beautiful woman in front of me actually grabbed

her pencil case and slapped it against my face! A wet sensation brushed my lips, and I realized with a start that my nose was bleeding. Ugh,

I'm terrified of blood, and now the world seemed to spin around me. Even her shocked expression swayed before my eyes.
She was startled too, but though she remained fierce, she steadied me with her hand and quickly pulled out a tissue to cover my nose.

I hastily wiped her face with the tissue. Gradually calming down, I felt the warmth of her palm through the tissue and my mind

started .
"Hmm, actually, she cares about me, doesn't she? She just can't show it because she's a good friend.

As a grown man, how can I let her suffer like this? I need to free her..." Thinking this,

I felt a surge of elation, grabbed her hand, and pulled her into my arms. My eyes glazed over, my face pressed

against her stunned expression... closer and closer, I could feel her rapid breathing...
"Don't worry, I have plenty of theoretical knowledge, I'll let you experience the joy of kissing," I

thought to myself, completely absorbed, and actually closed my eyes... *Smack!* I was jolted awake from my reverie, feeling a sharp slap on my cheek

, no less forceful than the last time. Startled, I opened my eyes and saw her adorable expression, a mixture of shame and anger

(Am I really such a pervert?). Had I misunderstood her?
"I'm sorry, I... I was too impulsive..." I said nervously, my eyes cautiously glancing at her.
Ling's face flushed red, her chest heaving (what a beautiful curve, I

thought, my lust still burning). But she didn't dare to be a little presumptuous: "You... are you angry...?"
After a while, Ling pushed me hard: "How long are you going to hold me like this?"
I suddenly realized that I was still holding her tightly. I quickly let go of my sweaty hand and took

a step back, but my mind was thinking something else. "She only said it after I held her for so long, does she really have feelings for me?
Girls are shy, it's normal!" Thinking this, I relaxed a lot, and my body unconsciously

moved closer.
Ling saw my movement and immediately took a long, wary step back. "We're old classmates,

don't be like this, okay?" She raised her eyebrows.
I absolutely adored her gesture and immediately kowtowed, saying, "Yes, yes, I've always thought you were a very good

friend~"
"Hmm, don't scare me like that again. Isn't this... nice?"
I was a little annoyed. Why are women always so hesitant? Shy, it must be because I'm too shy~
I put on what I thought was my most charming, most serious blank face and nodded.
Then, Ling launched into a long-winded discourse about friendship and love, which I didn't listen to at all. My

entire attention was drawn to her small, slightly parted lips and the fair, delicate skin at her neckline... (So cute,

I really want to kiss her!)
Ling finally noticed where my attention was focused... She glared at me angrily, while I, just emerging from my sexual

fantasies, saw her angry yet reproachful gaze and naively assumed it was a hint.
Having learned my lesson, I naturally changed my strategy. "Such a strong woman needs

a powerful man to conquer her—yes, she needs me to conquer her with strength."
I aimed for her lips, spread my fingers, leaped into the air, and pounced on her like a hungry tiger. She grew larger and clearer in my

eyes —
wait, that look…it seems so desperate? No, no, I reassured myself, what does it mean to be in ecstasy?
This isn't despair, but a deep longing.
In a flash, I landed precisely on her, mouth to mouth. A sweet feeling? Perhaps

, but first came the shock of teeth and nose colliding. (Her mouth was open in shock, and

me? Heh, needless to say, it was because of my lewdness).
She seemed motionless, like a wooden statue. Just as I was about to savor her delicate lips, I felt a

trickle , a salty taste in my mouth…due to the comet impact, the nosebleed I had just stopped

gushed out again.
Good heavens! I'm anemic and prone to fainting at the sight of blood. How could I not be terrified? Especially with Ling's stunned

expression and her blood-red mouth...
I finally lived up to expectations... and fainted (from fright).

III. A Kiss Ends the Romance, From Now On, We're Strangers
In a daze, I woke up to find Ling's face contorted with anger... Although I was blinded by lust, I

knew I was just being delusional. Not daring to pretend I was unconscious, I sat up and immediately moved far away, bowing my head to await my fate.
After waiting for a long time without any movement, I looked up at her in surprise, only to see tears welling in her eyes, about to fall. My

heart skipped a beat: "It's over, she must hate me to death."
"I'm so sorry..." I stammered, "I really... sigh!"
Even with a thousand feelings, who could I tell them to now?
"You, you go!" There was no unexpected storm, but I couldn't escape the order to leave.
I felt like a wilted daylily, head bowed as I left, unable to bear seeing her pitiful state any longer.
*** *** *** ***
The days that followed were uneventful. I resumed my neat attire, perhaps hoping that she would, as before

, grab my hair tightly after a gust of wind. Ling continued to do as she pleased, but she didn't

physically harm me... only when our eyes met by chance did a faint resentment flicker in her eyes.
Being a young boy, I couldn't understand her thoughts at all, and could only try to

forget her . Days passed, and I returned to my previous listless state. At this time, Ting's appearance

somewhat changed my life.
As mentioned before, I was a smart student, but inevitably a bit undisciplined. My noise during class eventually

led the teacher to reluctantly change my seat. In a straightforward and brutal way, I was assigned to the "flower-filled" group
(to put it irresponsibly; in reality, only the two girls behind me were quite attractive,

the rest... well, let's not even mention them).
Surrounded by gentle, elegant, and quiet women, this gave me quite a headache. While trying to amuse

myself and console myself, I also secretly lamented the passing of the year, and soon my spirits began to wane, leading to utter frustration.
Finally, a prank was hatched.
"Beautiful lady~" I called mischievously to Ting, who sat behind me, as soon as class ended. This shout supposedly attracted

a glance from Ling, but I, at that time, was completely unaware.
Ting completely ignored me, or rather, she had no idea I was calling her, still engrossed in her calculations.
Unwilling to accept defeat, I suddenly leaned forward, trying to squeeze my face between her eyes and her book.
"Ah...!!!" A deafening scream made me instantly regret my recklessness.

My sudden appearance had probably startled her, and

the scream, which became the talk of the town for a while, sent the book flying from Ting's hand, landing squarely on my face, which I considered quite handsome.
Ouch! Luckily, she didn't hit me with a pencil or ruler.
Then came her flustered apologies, completely forgetting the reason for the incident. I was happy to oblige, and

naturally asked her to buy me a soda after class.
Ting was a shy girl, blushing easily after a few teasing words. I couldn't help but ask curiously, "

Have you never talked to a boy before?"
She glared at me angrily and whispered something, but I didn't hear it at all… Her

annoyed expression unexpectedly reminded me of Ling, and a flood of emotions overwhelmed me, leaving me stunned.
Seeing me staring at her blankly, Ting, realizing she had misunderstood, blushed even more, lowered her head, and smiled sweetly.
This allure was unlike anything I'd ever seen in Ling. Watching the few strands of hair fluttering on her snow-white neck, I

sighed , taking out the note from my pocket, intending to toss it away carelessly. How could I

bear to tease such a pure and innocent girl?
Fate played a cruel trick on me; I finally encountered the most frustrating thing of the last century. Just as I was about to throw the note into

the trash can, she looked up and saw the crumpled piece of paper in my hand. Ugh, that one glance determined her romantic life for the rest of high

school .
"Is this... for me?" she asked curiously.
I couldn't help but groan (in my mind, of course). "Uh, no, this..."
"Let me see!" She snatched it without a word—I never expected Ting to be so mischievous

.
Naturally, a blush returned to her face. My note bore the large, garbled characters, "I

like you. Can I walk you home sometime?" Clinging to a sliver of hope, I stared at Ting, hoping to see her

throw the note at my face and spit out, "You pervert!"
My dream was shattered. When she looked up, all I heard was, "But my home is far away. Don't you

mind ?" My vision blurred, and I lowered my head—which, in her eyes, was a nod of agreement.

IV. Fallen Petals, Boundless Shyness
The consequence of my immoral joke was that from then on, I had to spend nearly an hour walking Ting

home , day after day. The gossip naturally spread throughout the class, and whenever I encountered Ling's suspicious and slightly

disdainful gaze, I would quickly turn away. I thought she would probably never speak to me again. Thinking this, I felt a

sense of relief. In our senior year of high school, for some reason (at least at that time, I didn't understand), Ling

quietly transferred to the humanities class, which made me even more overtly intimate with Ting.
One September day, I walked Ting home as usual. On the way, as always, I teased her, making her giggle

. When we reached our usual parting place, she didn't say goodbye as usual.
"Will you come home with me? No one's home today, I'll feel...lonely," she said softly

, her white dress as pure as snow, almost dazzlingly so. I lost my will and instinctively nodded.
Many years later, I still regret my impulsiveness back then, thinking of Ting, thinking of that absurd

autumn day.
Ting's home was an old two-story house with its own courtyard. I learned that her grandfather was a

retired , and he was currently traveling in Putuo Mountain.
Entering the house, there was a large hall of about 20 square meters, with granite floors, mahogany tables and chairs, and paintings and

calligraphy a rather somber atmosphere. Sitting on the bench, I unconsciously kept a distance from her;

my experience with Ling always made me much more cautious.
However, Ting didn't seem to have so many thoughts. She would occasionally lean closer, her breath sweet and fragrant, making my heart flutter.
To be fair, she was a beautiful and delicate girl, or rather, more beautiful than Ling. I was also captivated by her

shy smile. Seeing my infatuated expression, she didn't lower her head in silence as usual, but instead conveyed

boundless tenderness through her eyes.
"Let's play rock-paper-scissors, the loser gets a flick on the forehead!" I wasn't used to such a sweet scene and

quickly changed the subject, thinking to myself, "Mom, please don't let your beastly nature run wild like before!
" Ting seemed to notice my embarrassment and, quite naturally, teased, "How strange, you blush too?"
"What? I'm just hot!" My face grew even hotter. "Little brat, how dare you make fun of me! See

how I teach you a lesson today!"
"Rock, paper, scissors..."
"Haha, I won..." Surprisingly, I lost to Ting several times in a row. Ting didn't treat me too cruelly

, just lightly flicking my forehead with her finger. However, after several attempts, a red mark appeared, and it stung

slightly .
"Even I can't beat them..."
I was losing face after losing so many times. What a joke, being defeated like this? I'll definitely

get my revenge when I win.
Finally, my efforts paid off. After being flicked countless times, I finally got a chance to redeem

myself .
"Damn, I finally won! Now let's see what you do, hehehe~" I said with a smug look.
Ting looked at my fierce expression and seemed a little scared. She covered her face with her hands and said, "I flicked you

very gently, so you shouldn't use too much force~"
I grinned lewdly, pinned her against the back of the chair, and tried to pry her hands off. She giggled but refused to

move her hands away, even secretly tapping me through her fingers, looking very pleased with herself. After a while of entanglement, we were both a little

out of breath. Looking at her heaving chest and mischievous eyes, my heart fluttered, and I could no longer control myself. I forcefully

pried her hands apart and pressed my lips directly against hers, sealing them on her smooth, red lips, face to face.
In that instant, I felt her rapid heartbeat, her flushed cheeks, and of course, what captivated me most were her

soft, moist lips.
If my first kiss with Ling was truly my first, I absolutely couldn't agree.

This is what a first kiss should feel like. I thought to myself, and before I knew it, our lips met. I extended my tongue, lightly exploring her lips and teeth. Gradually,

she sensed my intention and slightly parted her lips, allowing my tongue to enter and intertwine with her soft, fragrant lips.
It felt wonderful, but my movements were incredibly clumsy. All I knew was that my tongue was swirling around in her mouth, but it was already

making her breathing heavier and more labored.
At that moment, it was truly intoxicating; a warm current rose from the soles of my feet. Time passed unnoticed, and

the flames of desire grew ever stronger. My hands, which were holding her, quietly slipped under her thin clothes, touching her delicate, slightly sweaty

waist. She shuddered, hugging me even tighter, without flinching. Encouraged, I gently chewed on her,

slowly moving upwards until I reached her back, teasing and nibbling back and forth.
Her breathing became even more rapid, and when my hands quietly unhooked her bra, she let out a soft "Ah," her whole body froze,

and she tried to break free from my embrace. But I was already burning with desire, stubbornly holding her close, pressing against her, my mouth greedily

sucking her saliva. She seemed to know my determination and finally responded obediently. I created some

distance , my right hand sliding smoothly to her still-untouched breasts. They weren't large, just big enough to be grasped
in one hand, yet they drove me wild. With that single touch, it felt as if I held her life

in

my grasp, causing her to writhe and tremble involuntarily, whimpering softly. I gently stroked her breasts, then teased her slightly erect nipples with my fingers, circling them and lightly tapping them. Scenes from all the adult films I'd ever seen flashed through my mind, preventing me from becoming helpless. Ting
finally couldn't bear my teasing any longer. She pulled away from my lips with a sob, burying her face 　　in my shoulder, her chest pressing eagerly against mine, whether to reciprocate or to hide from my wicked hands. 　　I gently bit her ear, inhaling the scent of her hair. In a daze, I seemed to see a woman watching me from afar, her eyes filled with a mixture of hatred and resentment. 　　　　　　　　　　　　V. Those who have abandoned me, those who have troubled my heart. 　　Amidst Ting's murmurs, I gently kissed her slender, beautiful neck, quietly removing her blouse. My lips moved downwards , brushing across her shoulder, landing on a bright red spot. Finally, I reached my climax, lightly sucking on her nipple, catching a glimpse of her slightly furrowed brows and 　　flushed face. My tongue, instinctively, lingered between her pink areola and delicate nipple, eliciting moans of "Oh... um... um," which stirred my heart. 　　I bit down on her already erect nipple, my tongue scraping around it. She sighed, pressing her hands firmly against my head, awkwardly shifting her chest from side to side, seemingly dodging, half-accepting. 　　My right hand followed, climbing up to her left breast, pulling and kneading. Ting sensed my teasing, "No ~," her voice, floating in mid-air, further intoxicated me. 　　As I kissed her, my hand slipped inside her long skirt… trembling, it slid along the edge of her panties, finally reaching the forbidden territory of her maidenhood. My touch revealed slightly disheveled hair and a warm, moist crevice. 　　I explored along the crevice, ignoring Ting's pitiful resistance. She struggled to break free of my embrace, finally yielding, slightly opening her legs, allowing me complete control. 　　Her love juices gradually moistened my palm; she trembled, pressing against me, gently grinding against me. I gently parted her labia with my fingers , sliding them up and down, eliciting soft moans from her, her body undulating like a spring. 　　My lower body throbbed, painfully yearning for something; I finally couldn't suppress my surging desire, removing my own clothes, and before she could react, I pressed myself against her again, my raging member pressing against her genitals, our bodies intertwined. 　　I propped myself up with my hands, and saw her eyes closed shyly, fine beads of sweat already forming on her hairline. 　　I parted her legs, adjusted my position, and thrust forward, looking tenderly at Ting's furrowed brows. 　　With a soft "plop," my engorged and erect penis slid past her, eliciting a soft moan from her, and she tightened her grip on my arms. 　　I couldn't help but feel nervous, afraid of causing Ting too much pain, but even more afraid... of losing face! Without thinking , I pulled back, and sometimes... I think I thrust in the wrong place, because she cried out, her legs snapping shut , preventing me from continuing. Gasping for breath, Ting looked at me with a mixture of coquettishness and annoyance, and I, too, blushed with embarrassment. "I... this is my first time." How embarrassing! 　　She smiled shyly, "...Me too, please, please be gentle..." 　　Encouraged, I parted her tender labia with my hands, groping for a small opening. I gently pressed my abdomen against her, feeling a warm, moist sensation. The pleasurable feeling instantly opened every pore on my body. I slowly slid the head of my penis into that shallow crevice, searching for the right angle. She moaned softly, her lower body trembling slightly as she resisted. I kissed her lips again, sucking the sweetness from her mouth. 　　Feeling the slippery moisture, I slowly penetrated deeper, sensing a fragile barrier. I knew it was proof of her chastity... For a moment, that faint shadow in my heart resurfaced, but was driven away . Finally, I gripped her waist tightly, my hips plunging down. Accompanied by her pitiful "Ah...", I broke through that tight barrier, completely entering her body. A slight pain as my penis grazed the head made me cherish the beauty beneath me even more : how much pain must this be causing her! 　　I gently embraced her, kissing her brow furrowed in pain. My lower body withdrew slightly, feeling her enveloped from all sides . The tight grip made me groan with pleasure. Ting cried out softly, a sound both melodious and plaintive, which made me both worried and a little aroused. 　　"Does it hurt?" 　　"A little, and it feels a little strange," she said with her eyes closed. "Ah, it's so sore... ah." 　　I moved slowly, making her tremble. Her slender waist twisted restlessly, which only made me more excited. Afraid of hurting her, although my desire was high, I only teased her gently. 　　"Itchy~ Why is it so itchy~" Ting said absentmindedly, twisting even more violently. Although she didn't say anything, she her hands on my waist and pushed down. 　　Encouraged, I couldn't resist the pleasure from her twisting. A surge of heat rose up, and I felt my penis swell and burn. I slowly and powerfully began to penetrate her. Feeling the tightness of the entrance and the warmth and moisture inside, I breathed heavily, supporting her buttocks, thrusting again and again, wishing I could squeeze my whole body into her. 　　Ting seemed to have gotten used to my rhythm, moving her lower body in response, her legs tightly clamping my waist, her vaginal opening intentionally or unintentionally contracting, squeezing the part that was invading her.

A mix of pain and pleasure, I was lost in lust, my speed increasing, the pleasure rapidly

condensing in my lumbar spine. Finally, with a low growl, I lowered my head and forcefully kissed her lips, sucking them greedily, my lower body pressing firmly

against the depths of her secret place.
Ting seemed to know what was about to happen, moaning softly, thrusting upwards even harder,

allowing me to enter to the maximum extent. I felt something half-hard, half-soft at the end of my penis, rubbing and sucking at my

sensitive
head, each friction sending a chill down my spine. In just a few thrusts, I erupted in a tidal wave of pleasure,

injecting all my essence deep into her body.
We embraced for a long time, kissing Ting's cheeks, wiping away the sweat on her face, only then realizing that we were both completely

soaked.
"...Does it still hurt?"
"A little...you're so naughty, so hard!" Ting said, wrinkling her nose in shame and annoyance.
"Hmm... were you comfortable?" I asked, seeing that she wasn't really angry, half teasing and half worried (men are

always concerned about their sexual prowess, how pathetic).
"You're so naughty... you did this to me and you still ask like that~" she said, wriggling her body.
This wriggling immediately sent a shiver down my spine—although I had released my

pent-up desire, the vibrations in my love hole, which hadn't yet withdrawn, instantly made it hard, eliciting soft moans from her.
Ignoring her recent loss of virginity, I lay on top of her again, wanting to start a new round.
"No... no more..." she lowered her eyes, "It's getting late, my mother is coming back..." Seeing my

disappointed expression, she quickly added, "Next Wednesday... okay?"
I looked up at the clock; the hour hand was already pointing to 5. I kissed Ting,

withdrew , and took the opportunity to admire her adorable expression of both pain and pleasure.
As I dressed, I was startled to see the striking scarlet stain on my clothes beneath me.

A satisfaction and unease washed over me.
The one who troubled my heart had already abandoned me; why bother with so much? I shook my head, resigned—also

out of a strange sense of responsibility, burying that vague shadow deep within my heart.

VI. Evil or Evil, Love and Desire Intertwined
She held me delicately, her soft breasts pressed against me, her eyes half-open,

soft moans escaping her lips. My member rolled and rubbed deep within her warm, moist cavern, my hands cupping her small,

firm buttocks, squeezing hard.
Pleasure built little by little, my room already filled with an atmosphere of debauchery. Looking at her radiant, breathless

figure, I felt a strange pain in my heart; that faint shadow enveloped me again.
Looking at the girl beneath me, I felt a pang of guilt and thrust harder dozens of times, eliciting cries of pleasure from her.

"Ah—it's so itchy, mmm, so good, a little deeper..." She contracted her lower abdomen forcefully, writhing wildly

. "Yes, just like that...so deep...it's all the way in..."
I thrust silently, my lower body burning and swelling. She seemed to sense this, thrusting even more excitedly to meet

my movements. Love juices overflowed, wetting our point of connection, even staining the sheets with an

irregular circle. A sweet, cloying scent filled the air, stimulating my senses. What drove me even crazier was

the unparalleled pleasure from the opening and closing of her little mouth.
The speed increased, the movements more wild. Hearing her moans and gasps, I knew she was close to climax.
I plunged in deeply, the thrusting no longer forceful, but grinding the tip of my penis against her

clitoris , moving in rhythm with her. Her body tensed abruptly, her legs clamping tightly around my

waist and thighs , causing me considerable pain. Her lower abdomen was suspended in mid-air, meeting my thrusts, her whole body trembling slightly from the effort,

emitting meaningless moans like cries.
"Mmm...oh...it's coming...it's coming! Faster, faster..." Pleasure surged like a tidal wave, impacting Ting's body and her thoughts

in waves .
With rapid thrusting, the climax arrived as expected, waves of warmth assaulting my penis, her small opening

squeezing tightly, as if trying to bite it off. Soft flesh intimately entwined with mine, her dazed expression

driving me mad, feeling the tightness and softness of her lower body.
I became increasingly rough and savage, my penis grinding wildly back and forth against her tender flesh and sensitive clitoris,

my waist slamming violently against her crotch with rhythm, her two tightly clenched testicles striking her vulva

with a "slap, slap" sound, my hands gripping her firm buttocks tightly. Sweat poured down, soaking our

bodies and the sheets, mingling with our love juices and exuding a strong scent of desire.
During my rapid thrusting, Ting's still-warm body experienced a second climax. She clung to me like

an octopus limbs gripping my body tightly, trembling and moaning as a gush of vaginal fluid surged forth, washing over my

penis. The warm sensation sent shivers down my spine.
My glans was deeply embedded in the soft flesh of her flower, being bitten and teased by her repeatedly. I immediately felt a

mix of soreness and itchiness, a tingling and numb sensation, and a surge of lust. My perineum began to contract, and before long, I could no longer hold back and my ejaculation was unleashed. A

thick stream of semen shot out, hitting her deepest part, sending

countless goosebumps up her body, which had just begun to calm down. "Ah...ah...let me die!" Ting, who was usually extremely shy, cried out in a loud, lewd voice.

"Yours...ah...thrust me harder...ah..."
Her love juice and my semen mixed together in her love hole. The narrow flesh walls could not hold so much,

so it slowly flowed out, soaking my scrotum and making the pubic hair at our point of contact tangled together, glossy

black.
Ting's body relaxed instantly, panting, she looked at me tenderly and said, "Qiu, you

make me feel so good... You're so amazing..." Hearing this, my heart skipped a beat, and I picked up my limp, shriveled

penis and started moving again. She was probably too tired; she just smiled at me and gently stroked my face.
I moved for a while, and she responded slightly, moaning softly but not moving much, just holding me gently.

This made me a little embarrassed, and although my penis started to swell again, I stopped.
"Hmm, hold me, let's talk for a bit, okay?" She noticed my pause.
"Okay..." I seemed a little scared, a little hesitant.
"Qiu, you..." She hesitated, and looking into her misty eyes, I inexplicably shrank

back .
"Do you really like me?" My head buzzed, and I felt the blood rush to

my face, draining from my groin.
"Hmph!" I feigned anger. "What do you take me for? Someone who casually plays with other people's feelings and

bodies?" Wasn't that exactly what I was doing? Rejected... playing pranks, then finding a substitute,

and finally reaching this point—wasn't I a complete emotional fraudster?! Taking out my disappointment

on a pure and kind little girl—this terrible act made me break out in a cold sweat.
But how could I let these sordid thoughts deeply hurt her? She's innocent... I think

I will love her with all my might, regardless of what I truly feel. I want to be her support, yes, I want to

be her support.
Thinking this, I said fiercely, "I love you! I will always be by your side!"
My lower body began to pierce again, eliciting a series of weak and feeble moans.
*** *** *** ***
I saw Ling again on my 17th birthday. It seemed I had forgotten everything from a year ago, leaving

only numbness. In the corridor outside the classroom, I nodded and greeted her, preparing to brush past her, but I saw her take out a

large bouquet of red roses from behind her.
"Happy birthday!" she said, turning and walking away, leaving me blankly.

VII. Untitled
Looking at the dazzling purplish-red in my hand, I was somewhat at a loss... the fading emotions were overflowing again

. But only for a moment, I seemed to see Ting's mournful eyes. I sighed, returned to the classroom, and put

the bouquet in the kettle in the bathroom cabinet. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the ambiguous smiles of my classmates. Looking around, I didn't

see Ting, which made me feel a little relieved. So I ran out of the classroom to find that irresponsible

woman .
She was as rational as ever, quietly looking at me with a faint smile.
"Is there a problem? Don't you like my gift?" she asked.
"Um..." I stammered, "What do you mean by giving me this?"

After a long , I asked her.
"Hehe, it doesn't mean anything!" Looking at her smiling face, I wanted to turn around and leave.
"I just remembered it's your birthday today, and I didn't know what to get you, so I bought

this !"
"Just that simple?"
"Yes..." She paused, "Otherwise, what did you think I meant by something else?"
"No..." I immediately relaxed, but couldn't help feeling a little dejected... that faint hope

had .
What's wrong with me? How could I have such thoughts!? I was quite angry with myself and hurriedly said goodbye.
Back in the classroom, I suddenly froze. Ting was sitting in my seat, with that bouquet of flowers in front of her. She

seemed flustered when she saw me, and I noticed that the hand holding one of the roses quietly withdrew.
My mind went blank. I forced a smile and walked over, pretending to be casual, saying, "Ling gave

me these flowers. Hehe, after all these years as classmates, you still like to tease me and embarrass me! You're not angry, are you?"
Ting's face was unusually red, like a child caught doing something wrong. She whispered, "I

think these flowers are beautiful, I want to taste them..." As she spoke, she handed me the flower.
"..." I was speechless for a moment, looking at the flower that was now scattered and broken.

I felt no anger, only an inescapable sense of disgust in my heart...
I could never forget her, that damned her! Although I had spent some time with Ting,

I couldn't concentrate. What kind of man am I? Perhaps, for me, Ting was more of a comfort.
I hated this feeling; it made me feel dirty, gripping me tightly, making it impossible for me to escape.
"Are you angry?" A cautious question interrupted me.
Seeing Ting's worried expression, I put on my signature smile. "How could that be? It's

fine , but these flowers..." I paused, noticing her nervousness, and found it rather amusing. "I have to

return them to Ling! With you around, how could I accept such a joke?"
I said, picking up the remaining flowers, unable to bear looking into Ting's tender gaze, which held a mixture of gratitude and love,

and ran away as if fleeing.
"This gift... I can't accept it!" I told Ling, feeling a surge of heat under her clear gaze.
"Why? Does anyone have a problem with it?" Her tone was the indifferent one I hated!
"I don't want my girlfriend to be jealous!" I replied, my voice startling even myself.
Looking at her expression, a hint of surprise and indescribable emotion, I felt a strange sense of pleasure. I gently

tossed the flowers in front of her and strode away.
*** *** *** ***
I looked at Ting's blushing face, a surge of heat rising from my feet,

gathering , forming a small tent. Seeing me like this, Ting became even more shy, sitting close to the headboard of my bed,

her head slightly lowered, her face partially obscured by her long hair. My heart fluttered even more, but I cursed inwardly,

"You pervert, what's wrong with you today? Why are you so excited?"
After class, I invited Ting to my house under the pretext of her birthday. Watching her laugh so hard she swayed

like a flower, I couldn't stop thinking about romantic encounters on the way. Hey, my parents went on a trip to Xiamen—

of course , I couldn't tell Ting this secret! Hehe, a surprise… (Pshaw, what surprise! Do you think she wants to

do *that* with you?) Thinking this, I became even more smug, almost dancing with joy, pedaling

my bicycle with extra strength. But then, disaster struck—the chain came off with a crash!
"Damn it! Even the heavens are jealous of how good I am!" I cursed under my breath, but put on a

nonchalant "I'm all right" attitude, stopped the bike, and expertly fiddled with the wheel.
"God! I shouldn't have cursed you, it was my fault, please forgive me!" Half an hour later, the chain

was tangled up like a dead snake, refusing to budge. The only change was that my hands were covered in thick grease. I

couldn't help but bow to the sky in prayer. Ting, standing beside me, asked with a puzzled look, "What are you doing, muttering to yourself like that?"
"God's jealous of me! I beg Him to let me off the hook!" I blurted out, then immediately realized my mistake. Seeing

Ting's increasingly suspicious expression, I quickly added, "Uh... well, God

's , haha!" The first laugh was awkward, but the next was one of

smug satisfaction at my quick thinking. I was thinking to myself, if Ting knew I'd asked her to celebrate my birthday like that, she'd definitely

run away!
Ting was completely unaware of my little scheme. Hearing my teasing, her face flushed red, and she stomped

her foot in protest, "You smooth-talking jerk, you're just teasing me!"
I've always wondered how there could be such shy girls in the world. Seeing her adorable expression,

I just chuckled foolishly.
"Laugh at your silly self!" she finally retorted. "Hurry up and fix the bike! It's been so long and it's still not

fixed!"
"I don't care, I'll ride your bike and give you a ride!" I said, wiping the grease off my hands with a cloth.
She glanced at my bike and said helplessly, "Okay, but you'd better be careful."
As soon as I got on, a pair of arms wrapped around my waist. I could almost smell the fragrance of her neck again, and my little

brother even felt a slight throbbing, thankfully not too intense, enough to make me instantly aware of my erection.
We'd only ridden a short distance when we hit a small bump, and the bike lurched. I felt those arms tighten, and two

soft mounds pressed against my back. The soft touch wasn't unfamiliar, yet it stirred my heart. My little brother,

still simmering pent-up desire, sprang to life at the stimulation. It was early autumn, with a lingering heat, and my

beach shorts couldn't contain my defiant erection. The sudden movement hit the back of her hand.
Ting, already a woman of the world, naturally knew what was happening. Embarrassed and flustered, she stammered, "You...you..."
but couldn't say anything else. I felt her trying to pull her hand away, so I quickly pressed it down, preventing her from moving, and

swiftly pulled my shirt over her hand... A bizarre yet incredibly exciting thought popped into my head.
Ting noticed my movement and sensed something was wrong. She struggled to pull her hand away, but I held it firmly and

shook the car a few times as a threat. She finally gave in and obediently pressed against me. My wicked thoughts grew stronger,

and I actually tried to shove her hand inside my pants!
You see, although Ting and I had been intimate several times, she was naturally shy and had never touched my

penis , let alone in broad daylight! I was worried that she would resist fiercely and even die together...

that would be truly embarrassing! So I grabbed her hand tightly, but unexpectedly, she let me do as I pleased,

showing no sign of resistance. Was she stunned? Or was she concerned about our reputation? I had no time to think about

that anymore, and slowly controlled her arm, reaching downwards.
Finally, a soft and slightly wet feeling enveloped my erect penis.

VIII. Flirting and Intercourse, Blending of Flesh and Blood
I almost groaned, the extreme stimulation making my lower body throb. Feeling guilty, I glanced at

the bulge . Thankfully, it wasn't particularly noticeable under the folds of my clothes, I reassured myself. Ting's hand gently held

my erection, motionless, yet I felt a warm, damp sensation. Perhaps it was nervousness or the weather, but her palms

were damp with fine sweat, wetting my genitals.
The autumn sun hung overhead, making it hard to breathe. There weren't many pedestrians on the street, and it seemed

no one noticed us. I calmed my unease slightly, but a sense of disappointment welled up inside me…
(How perverted! I mocked myself.)
Unsatisfied, I slowly dragged Ting's arm, moving her little by little. Forbidden pleasure surged in my abdomen

, and I felt all the blood rushing between my legs. Nervousness made my hands weak and

tremble .
Ting probably sensed my excitement and hugged me even tighter, her chest pressed firmly against my back.

I felt the heat behind me, my mind blank. The bike wobbled a few times, and I quickly pulled my

hand away from hers, gripping the handlebars firmly. Unexpectedly, Ting didn't try to escape. She still held my penis, kneading it

back and forth . The pleasurable and stimulating sensation made me breathless, and my perineum swelled up,

rubbing intensely against the seat. The painful sensation only excited me more, and the forbidden pleasure numbed my senses.
My body felt weak, and the bike wobbled from the excessive force. Lost in my reverie, Ting even

slipped her other hand inside my pants, gently playing with my testicles. Her face pressed against my back, and her

warm breath seeped through my clothes onto my lower back. I immediately felt

half slipped, and in an instant, the world began to spin. With a loud crash, I tumbled to the ground, bike and all, my manhood,

still savoring the afterglow, was also struck hard…
In that instant, I saw Ting standing unharmed beside me. My first thought was: Ah…
my little brother… is this the end? In such a state of arousal, the blow to the handlebars

had left it huddled up in a pitiful ball. Given the bright sunlight overhead and the stares of passersby, I

suppressed the urge to pull down my pants for a closer look.
Looking down, I couldn't help but exclaim, "What a close call!" My loose shorts were hanging precariously on the handlebars, the belt pulled down

below my navel, almost revealing my underwear. Luckily, my clothes were long enough… I broke out in a cold sweat.
Looking around, I saw many people staring at us, a mixture of sympathy and curiosity.
Ting rushed to my side and helped me up. I pulled up my pants; the tip of my shrunken penis still

stung.
"Are you... alright?" she stammered. "But... don't blame me for this... you made

me do it..." Her face was already flushed red as she finished speaking.
I was half angry, half annoyed, and somewhat amused... Ugh, I really could only blame myself, but... that

was bit too much... I waved my hand dismissively, saying, "Forget it... just comfort me tonight!"
"Tonight...?" she asked suspiciously. "How will I comfort you?"
Oh no! I blurted out too quickly, almost revealing my grand plan. This... this has to be a surprise!

I chuckled inwardly, but forcefully pried her face: "Well... rub it for me—my arm is

killing me , okay?" This was completely incoherent: rubbing was definitely necessary, but not my arm.
Hehe, don't blame me for lying, my arm really hurts a lot. Thinking this, I kept groaning

, "Waaaaaah, it hurts so much..."
I glanced at her sideways, only to see her smiling knowingly, as if she knew I was faking it. I'm thick-skinned and

don't care , I just chuckled a few times and continued driving her home. Nothing else happened along the way.
"Huh? Where are your parents?" She arrived at my house and found the room empty, which seemed a bit strange.
"Yeah, they..." I wanted to lie to her again, but then I saw her bending over to change into slippers. Her light short skirt

couldn't hide her alluring figure, and her small, cute buttocks swayed slightly in front of me. My mouth went dry, and

my stomach churned. The worm that had just suffered a blow started to stir again.
"They went on a trip..." I swallowed hard.
"Huh?" Before she could react, I pounced on her and pinned her against the low cabinet in the entryway. Pressed against

her back, I whispered in her ear, "Just the two of us tonight, okay?"
"Okay...ah, no..." Her sensitive ear couldn't bear my teasing breath,

"Don't do this to me...it tickles..." she moaned softly,

her body , seemingly struggling, but only making us press closer together.
I slipped my hand under her waist, roughly grasping her breasts, kneading them through her bra,

occasionally squeezing my fingers into her fullness, teasing her already slightly hardened nipples.
"Ah..." she sighed, sometimes escaping, sometimes yielding, occasionally pressing her chest down, rubbing against my hand.
I was intoxicated, my desire erupting uncontrollably. My fully aroused member had long forgotten the pain,

raging , seeking a cave to calm itself.
Lifting her skirt, my left hand encircled her slender waist, my right hand invaded her private parts from the front,

sliding back and forth through her already wet panties. She jolted violently as if struck by a heavy blow, a whimper escaping her throat

. In the mirror before me, I clearly saw her flushed face, fine beads of sweat on her nose, and

her long, disheveled hair swaying.
I kissed her beautiful neck, gradually moving upwards, her burning cheeks… her soft earlobes, her fiery breath

telling of my uncontrollable desire. "I love you… I love you…" I murmured, closing my eyes.
Without realizing it, I had already pulled down my pants, impatiently pulling her shorts down to her knees,

hastily pressing my burning body between her legs. Ting felt my erection, wriggling her

snow-white hips, moaning softly as if in a dream: "Ah, is this okay?… Ugh… Come in quickly… I

want, I want you…"
As she wished, I stood between her legs, thrusting my hips forward, and with a soft "whoosh," I entered her completely.
"Ah..." she cried out louder than ever before, her voice muffled like a sob, "You're in,

you're finally in! Harder, harder!" Before I could react, she began to writhe wildly.
I felt my lower body being tightly sucked and bitten, her intimate parts tightly surrounding me, the fiery sensation

giving me a soaring pleasure. Although it was soaking wet inside, making loud sounds of intercourse, it was

still so tight that I worried it might be crushed.
Uncontrollable pleasure drove me to thrust unrestrainedly into her tender buttocks, my hands already pushing

up her bra, squeezing the two soft mounds of flesh, leaving red marks. She

cried out , turning her head to kiss me, our tongues intertwining, sweat and saliva mixing in our mouths,

sweet with a hint of saltiness. We bit each other, our two bodies becoming one in the light reflected in the mirror.
"Oh~" After ten minutes of intense activity, her strength was noticeably depleted, but under my powerful

thrusts she tightened even more. She writhed, making lazy sounds, and her saliva emitted that unique

, slightly cloying sweet scent. This smell excited me even more; whenever she tasted that in her mouth, I

knew it meant her orgasm was imminent. I thrust back and forth with all my might, each stroke reaching deep

into her, and as I withdrew, I scraped the narrow opening of her vagina with my swollen head.
Her moans rose and fell in my ears, and her hands reached over to press against my waist, her hips

thrusting back forcefully, twisting powerfully from side to side. After a few thrusts, I felt her vagina pulsate, and then the inner walls surrounding

me began to contract and squeeze violently. I felt waves surging from the entrance to the deepest part of her,

a supple suction force pushing my about-exploding member to repeatedly pound against her clitoris. I was at my limit, and

with a sudden burst of strength, I thrust in all the way, pressing the head of my penis against her clitoris, my body trembling with hers.
In the mirror, she bit her lip, moaning softly, her body flushed a lovely

pink . We entwined ourselves, rubbing our lower bodies together, the tight grip sending waves of energy through me, causing my

penis to erupt violently, releasing all its essence. For a
long time, we didn't separate. Whispering sweet nothings, I felt an increasing longing for the beauty in my arms.
Feelings, it turns out, are something that can be cultivated slowly, yet also fade away with the wind, I sighed inwardly, holding the sweat-drenched Ting

tightly .

IX. Mandarin Ducks Playing in the Water, Boundless Romance
Warm water flowed down from above, washing over our sweat-soaked bodies. After much persuasion, I

finally convinced Ting to take a bath with me under the pretext of celebrating my birthday (…how lewd!). Looking at her white, fleshy

body before me, imagining her weak and helpless beneath me, my recently satisfied desire

stirred again.
She gently and meticulously washed my body, from my chest down, her shapely breasts trembling slightly with each

movement , drawing my gaze.
Although we had been intimate several times before, this was probably the first time I had so closely observed her dazzling

body. Her pink breasts weren't exactly voluptuous, but paired with her slender figure, they were a

near- perfect combination. Her incredibly thin waist, its contours tapering to a pleasing curve below her navel,

forming a firm and cute bottom. Her long, slender, snow-white legs, while not flawless, were still

incredibly .
She used a bath sponge to scrub my waist, playfully teasing my lower back with her fingers, sending

shivers down .
"Addicted?" I said, suppressing the tickling and amusement. "Heh...you dare tease me like this?"
She abandoned her usual shyness, looking up at me with a mischievous smile in her eyes. "How does it feel?"
As she spoke, her right hand, holding the bath sponge, moved to my slightly swollen member and began to rub it.

"How did you fall on the way here? Was it because I touched you like this?"
A chill ran down my spine, my testicles contracted, and the hairs on my body stood on end. I mumbled incoherently

, unable to even understand what I was saying. Ting felt my tension and curiously squeezed my soft

nipples even harder, asking, "Does it feel good? These two soft things are so fun..."
My face flushed red. I wanted to pry her mischievous hands away, but I couldn't resist

the stimulation of her soft hands against the rough texture of the bath sponge. I squinted my eyes in ecstasy, my hands on her shoulders, my lower body wriggling and

twisting forward.
Ting put down the bath sponge and began to caress my erect penis and clenched testicles. Her left hand

stroked my waist and abdomen, her movements clumsy yet incredibly stimulating.
Just as I was lost in ecstasy, a warm, soft sensation enveloped my glans. I looked down in surprise to see

her mouth on my swollen tip.
A wave of emotion washed over me, and I wanted to say something, but was interrupted by a sudden pain.

A burning, scraping pain shot through my sensitive shaft. Gripping, I cried out, "Ouch, ouch...it hurts!

What are you doing?"
Ting looked up innocently and said, "I was trying to make you happy...I saw a video we have at home where

men like women doing this...don't you like it?"
I was finally defeated. I understood her good intentions, but the pleasure from her teeth...

it truly unacceptable.
I said, both amused and annoyed, "You don't have to bite me like that, do it this way!"
I grabbed her restless left hand and put it in my mouth, enveloping it with my lips and pulling it back and forth

.
She seemed to understand, "Oh, okay, I'll try..." She then tried to put my already

surrendered penis in her mouth.
"No!" I quickly pulled her away. It wasn't that I disliked this, but I had a vague feeling that having

such a pure and lovely girl lick my genitals was a dirty thing.
"I won't bite you..." her face was full of grievance. "
It's not that I'm afraid you'll bite me, it's just..." Looking at her adorable appearance, my heart was filled with tenderness.
I suddenly picked her up and, amidst her gasp, placed her on the white marble washstand, spreading her

legs wide in front of me, revealing a small patch of crimson amidst the lush pubic hair at the groin.
The cold stone platform sent shivers down her spine. She asked, trembling slightly, "Qiu, what are you doing?"
Seeing my lustful (or rather, lewd) gaze, she probably knew what I was about to do.

Instinctively tried to close her legs, "No, don't...it's dirty there!"
But how could I stop now? Holding her legs firmly, my head sank into the endless, tender embrace

between .
Before me was a vibrant, pink blossom, its petals glistening with

tiny radiating an alluring sweetness. My throat tightened, and I lightly licked her soft lips, my hot

breath intentionally or unintentionally entering her heart.
"Ah..." A sigh escaped her lips, her hips tensing suddenly. She wrapped her arms around my head, trembling slightly,

a soft murmur escaping her throat.
I traced the entrance to her honeyed depths with my tongue, then pressed deeper, wild yet tender. Ting

moaned softly, her waist swaying restlessly in response. My tongue slowly moved upwards, lingering

and stirring at the tip where her petals met, eagerly searching for the legendary clitoris.
With persistent effort, I finally discovered a tiny, rice-grain-sized clitoris peeking

out , gleaming with a pinkish, erotic hue. A light flick of my tongue sent shivers through her body.
"Ah…you, what are you doing? It feels…so strange…" Sensitive as she was, she seemed unable to withstand the

direct stimulation, writhing wildly, trying to escape the fiery, intoxicating pleasure.
But I couldn't let her go. I held her waist firmly, gently yet resolutely taking her petals and that lovely

clitoris into my mouth. I sucked back and forth, my lips tightly enveloping her engorged, slightly erect petals,

my tongue rapidly tapping at the increasingly firm clitoris, lingering there for a long time.
Unable to break free, she whimpered and twisted her waist, her abdomen contracting violently. Her hands, gripping my head,

pressed down harder, enveloping my mouth and nose in a warm embrace. A suffocating stimulation overwhelmed my excitement.
Ting's chest and neck gradually flushed a lovely pink, her face glowing with a luscious allure. "Ah...

" I let out a long moan, feeling her lower body contract violently. The skin I touched felt tense

like never before, followed by a gush of love juice, soaking my mouth, nose, and chin.
In the throes of orgasm, she breathed heavily, her tense limbs gradually losing strength. I looked up and saw her dazed

, dreamy eyes. My hard penis could no longer bear the loneliness. I leaped up, wrapped my arms around her waist,

and before she could react, I thrust deeply into her without hesitation.
"Ugh... Ah..." We both groaned simultaneously. Her vagina, clenching and convulsing from orgasm, tightly

enveloped my throbbing member, the hot suction and squeezing sending a jolt through me. I thrust forcefully

, using both hands to move her hips outwards, allowing me to penetrate deeper.
"Ah...no...it's burning...ooh..." She was even more sensitive after her orgasm; each of my

heavy thrusts made her tremble all over, as if even breathing was difficult. Ting's legs gripped my waist tightly,

her lower body twisting wildly from extreme pleasure, her honey pot gurgling and beckoning me, urging me to surrender my entire body

to it.
I felt as if I were under control, unable to stop my thrusting, mechanically thrusting, relentlessly

scraping the soft, warm flesh within her honey pot with my glans, feeling the melting pleasure. If it weren't for our previous

encounter, I probably would have surrendered long ago, but now, although enjoying the intoxicating pleasure, I showed no

sign of wanting to ejaculate.
"Slap, slap..." Our moans and gasps in the bathroom mingled with the sounds of our bodies colliding, intoxicating us...

In boundless pleasure and desire,
I pulled her body into my arms, our lips and tongues entwined, savoring the intoxicating fragrance and

sweetness .

Ten, Love Overflowing, Passion at its Peak .
After a chill, we held each other tightly, pouring out our feelings in the throes of climax. At this moment, my

heart was filled with Ting's tenderness and affection, no one else existed, not even the one I had once loved, hated, and

intoxicated by .
Warm water washed over our bodies, and I lovingly stroked her rosy neck, my lips lightly

pressing against her delicate face. "Do you...love me?" she asked softly.
My heart ached, and I cupped her face, saying, "I love you! Why do you ask?" "
...And Ling? Do you love her?" Her soft voice boomed like a thunderclap.
"..." I was speechless for a moment, not out of hesitation, but out of astonishment at her awareness.
"Actually, I know you've always liked Ling. The way you look at her is always so different..." Her

soft words left me somewhat bewildered.
"...Do you love me even a little bit?" She looked up, meeting my eyes directly. "Even if..."
I abruptly interrupted her question with a kiss, forcefully sucking and biting to express my feelings. Her lips trembled,

responding weakly. The heartache made me even more ruthless towards her, holding her tightly as if I wanted to

crush in my arms, mumbling, "Believe me, I only love you!"
At that moment, my heart was filled with unwavering love, not just pity, not just responsibility.
In my murmurs, she seemed to sense my thoughts, finally calming down, quietly letting me kiss her

freely . After a long while, I noticed a salty taste on my lips. I stopped and saw

two lines of clear tears on her face.
Before I could speak, she chuckled, "I know... You'd better be good to me... I

get jealous !" She looked at me with tenderness, yet her face hardened, "If you're not good to me, I'll... Humph!

You saw what happened to that other flower!"
I was stunned, completely taken aback by this outcome. Speechless, I watched as she suddenly laughed, "Silly boy,

can't you be a little better to me?"
"A charming smile, beautiful eyes," I finally understood the meaning of those words. Her slightly reddened eyes,

reflected in her tears, seemed even more shimmering, her cheeks glowing with an unusual light. Only then

did I truly understand the depth of her affection and her importance in my heart.
I gently embraced her, our smooth skin rubbing against each other, whispering vows of love in her ear, without a trace of desire

. Our emotions rose in the silence. What exactly is love? At 17, I probably was

n't qualified to judge. I only knew: I was hers, and she was mine! There was no room for anyone else between us.
After a long, passionate embrace, my stomach rumbled, reminding us that it was getting late

. I smiled awkwardly at her, and she gently helped me dress (the water stains on her clothes had long since dried), her expression as blissful as a devoted

wife , which deeply moved me. I whispered "I love you," and she rolled her eyes at me several times, calling me

a smooth talker, but her lips curled into a sweet smile.
At the dining table, Ting looked at the roast chicken, roast duck, and braised pork I had bought, and asked me with a silly expression, "Wow,

you bought so much?"
I misunderstood her meaning for a moment, and put on a show of pride, saying, "Yeah, hehe... I prepared a

very lavish feast, didn't I!" She stared at me with a hopeless look for a while, then shook her head and said, "Good heavens, I know you're

a carnivore, but you can't treat me like this..."
"..." I looked at the incredibly delicious meat feast on the table, and couldn't help but feel a little dumbfounded. "Then

... I'll go buy some more!"
"You..." She wrinkled her nose at me, "Do you have any raw vegetables?"
I realized I was a little worried. Our generation is mostly only children, and we

don't have to do any housework at home, let alone a daughter of a high-ranking official like her. Cooking? I started to feel apprehensive about my taste buds.
But I didn't dare show any surprise, and I opened the refrigerator and let her choose the ingredients. Seeing me standing

there pushed my back, urging me to leave the kitchen. I sat alone at the dining table, listening to the soft

splashing of water and the sizzling of oil inside . I began praying to all the gods, from the Jade Emperor to Buddha in the Western Paradise to Jesus Christ,

all the while plotting how I would endure the torment of the stench and shamelessly flatter them.
The door opened, and Ting called me in to bring the dishes. In front of me were several ordinary side dishes: celery and ham strips, green vegetables and gluten, and

dried shrimp and tofu. They looked and smelled pleasant, but I wondered what they would taste like. We sat

facing each other at the table, or rather, I stared blankly at her, while her eyes were full of expectation.
"Try it!" she said somewhat forcefully when I didn't touch my chopsticks for a while.
"...I want to look at you more..." I whine.
"Haven't seen enough yet..." She was a little happy, but still wouldn't relax. "I'll let you see more after I finish eating!"
"..." I thought for a moment, then decided to say what I was thinking. "I don't know if I

'll have another chance to see you after I finish eating..."
"You're so annoying!" She understood what I meant and protested, "I worked so hard all day, and all I

got in return was..." Before she could finish speaking, I gently sealed her lips across the table, my tongue passing over hers, earning her a slight

, annoyed bite.
Separating our intertwined lips and tongues, I looked at her expectant expression and finally decided to sacrifice myself for the greater good.

In fact , everything was much better than I had imagined. The celery was fresh and tender, the ham was delicious, and the tofu was smooth and lovely—

it was simply wonderful!
I was almost moved to tears. I never imagined that in this day and age, there would still be

girls who could cook so well. In my excitement, I wolfed down my food, completely ignoring the braised dishes I had bought earlier. After eating for a while,

I looked up and saw that she hadn't touched her chopsticks, looking at me with tender affection.
Being stared at like that made me a little embarrassed, and I chuckled awkwardly, "Hehehe, I didn't expect it to

be so delicious. You'll definitely be a good wife..."
My half-teasing words didn't make her blush; she smiled sweetly, leaned over, and planted

a kiss on my forehead. "Happy birthday!" she said, gazing at me with the innocence of an orchid.
"Thank you." I couldn't resist; her gentleness and beauty had already captivated me. As if

possessed out, "I love you, marry me..." Long afterward, I never regretted saying those

words. However, fate's cruel twist of destiny left me heartbroken over my impulsiveness.
"You're being silly..." she said, half-shy, half-jokingly. "We're still young. Who knows,

you might change your mind later."
I quickly denied it, repeatedly swearing and acting spoiled, which made her laugh. We enjoyed the meal immensely. That

was probably my happiest birthday over the years.
After dinner, under my combined persuasion and pressure, Ting called home, saying she

was and wouldn't be coming back. Although I promised not to initiate sex with her, the thought of holding her tenderness and

the infinitely alluring charm sent a surge of heat through me, and I began to have my own little schemes.

XI. Long Night, Lingering Affection
Looking at Ting, swaying gracefully on the edge of the bed, I secretly suppressed my burgeoning desires… Lust, lust,

my nature is truly a headache.
Birthdays are important, but homework is unavoidable. Being a top student, I naturally finished quickly and

kindly offered to give her some "reference," but she gently refused. Harboring ulterior motives, I pouted in dissatisfaction

and winked at her: "Then help me check it, I'm rather careless!"
She finally couldn't stand my harassment and placed my notebook in front of her, earnestly checking my work. Just as I was

about to complain, I heard her surprised voice: "You really are careless…" The next twenty minutes were spent with

her meticulous "pest control." This is terrible! Probably because I was so

distracted , my error rate is over 70%. I wonder what kind of

scolding I'll get when I hand in this.
"What are you thinking about?" she asked, raising her eyebrows after checking all the mistakes.
"..." I chuckled sheepishly, "With my lover by my side, I was thinking about what today would be like..."
Before I could finish, Ting, just as I'd hoped, blushed bright red and started punching and kicking me: "You old pervert

, how can you be so lewd?"
A light punch landed on my penis as punishment. The force wasn't great, but the damage was considerable. Combined with

the afternoon's blows, I immediately clutched my manhood, yelling and screaming. Ting probably hadn't expected my exaggerated

reaction and started looking at her hands suspiciously. She nervously squatted down and asked, "No way, I

didn't use much force..."
"You savage woman, ugh... are you trying to murder your husband?" I grinned and grimaced.
"What?!" she said coquettishly, but she didn't dare to be negligent. She pulled away my tightly clasped hand and quickly pulled down her loose

shorts.
I didn't expect her to be so...unashamed. Before I could even protest, my shrunken penis was already exposed

to the air.
"Why is it like this?" she exclaimed in surprise. "It's so much smaller than before!"
"It wasn't really from me hitting it, was it?" she said, soothing my penis while looking at me with the expression of someone caught doing something

wrong .
I couldn't help but feel extremely embarrassed. In the past, she would have been furious when she saw it, but this time she was completely exposed. It was really embarrassing

. I couldn't respond for a moment, so I just went along with it and said, "Yeah, it's all your fault! You should

comfort it properly."
Her face flushed, and she lowered her head, slowly but firmly taking my poor little brother into her mouth.
"Mmm..." I moaned shamelessly. It was a kind of pleasure different from actual intercourse. Although it couldn't

go all the way in, the wet and slippery feeling was even better than in my genitals. The rapidly expanding flesh forced Ting's mouth open

, and she spat it out. Looking at the saliva-covered penis, she exclaimed in realization, "It can actually

transform... It's really... fun!"
I was both embarrassed and amused, and could only marvel at the comprehensive sex education in our country... truly cultivating talent!
Without saying anything more, she swallowed half of my penis again, her lips tightly enveloping the head, clumsily

moving it back and forth. Although occasionally her teeth would brush against the soft, sensitive skin of the erect shaft, the stimulation was

intoxicating.
The glans constantly rubbed against her smooth palate, the edges rubbing against her supple lips. I couldn't help but groan

, and this panting seemed to stimulate Ting as she swallowed even more vigorously, even licking

the indentation of the head with her tongue. I couldn't help but contract my waist and abdomen, the pleasure inevitably

accumulating rapidly in my spine.
"Ugh... I can't take it anymore!" I refused to surrender, abruptly pulling my nearly collapsing

penis My exposed member, trailing a long, thin thread, was swollen and throbbing, red and purple, its shape

contorted with rage, twitching with intense pleasure.
Seeing this lewd scene, she was nothing like her usual shy self. Instead, she looked at me with a teasing gaze,

her hand relentlessly stroking my penis. "So fun... it even bounces... oh, there's some

fluid coming out!" She cried, her face contorted with misery, her hand covered in the fluid secreted from the glans, and she actually tried to wipe it on my mouth

. Caught off guard, I was smeared with it, the faint salty taste making me incredibly embarrassed.
"You've got some nerve..." I abruptly pulled her onto the bed, silencing her with a kiss, my tongue

trying to force its way in. Ting whimpered softly, her teeth clenched tightly, unwilling to let me succeed, her flushed face

filled with a triumphant expression.
After struggling for a while without any results, in desperation, I slipped my hand under her skirt and plunged into her

sacred paradise.
"Ah..." Ting and I cried out simultaneously, but our tones were completely different.
Ting closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling slightly, her face full of shyness. I hadn't expected that the area under her skirt was already soaked through like

mud, and everything my fingers touched was slippery. I chuckled wickedly close to her ear, "You little slut,

why are you so wet?"
"...I'm not a little slut!" Although she didn't dare open her eyes, she still protested softly, "It's all

your fault...ah, no..." She couldn't continue as I stirred her so wantonly.
My hand felt the wetness and heat in her flower, my middle finger sliding along the petals, occasionally "accidentally

" probing into her honey pot, causing her to gasp. While she was lost in thought and sighing, I punished her by pinching her clitoris

with two fingers and twisting it back and forth.
"Ah...ah!" she cried out, unable to bear it any longer, "It itches...please..."
I ignored her pleas, straddling her and using my lips, tongue, and teeth to ravage her private parts instead of my fingers

. My tongue squeezed and rubbed against her entire flower, sometimes sucking the flowing nectar. Ting twisted

her body , struggling wildly to escape my defilement. I pressed her down with difficulty, using my teeth

to bite her clitoris again and again, making her bounce like a fish thrown to the ground.
"You...bad!" she said hatefully, but she couldn't resist my teasing and immediately begged for mercy again, "Come in

...I can't take it anymore, it itches..."
I had also long been unable to resist this boundless lust, so I raised my head, grabbed her legs and wrapped them in my arms, and slid my lower body

down the muddy path into her hot flesh. "Ah..." she let out an extremely satisfied sigh, her lower abdomen

contracting, pressing firmly against my penis.
Ting enjoyed my powerful penetration, moaning softly, her breath coming in sync with the rhythm of her gasps. That night was truly one of

boundless romance and tender affection.
Before I knew it, we had experienced wave after wave of climax, finally succumbing to physical exhaustion and

falling into a deep sleep.
The next morning, I woke groggily and saw Ting's disheveled hair and alluring figure, her breasts half-covered, and

I couldn't resist the urge. Just as I was about to caress her, her question, "What time is it?" startled me so much that I jumped out of bed.
"Oh no..." I muttered, looking at the clock in the living room, which showed 7:50. Without even washing up,

I dragged her, her hair still disheveled, into a taxi.
That absurd (or perhaps lewd?) yet heartwarming 17th birthday became a night I will never forget.
[The End
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