Passion after the table tennis match

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This was a remote elementary school, with a somewhat dilapidated gymnasium behind the playground. I parked my car next to the gymnasium; there was no one around. It was the weekend, school was closed, and the only person on duty was an elderly man nearing seventy, who only ever wandered around the school building and wouldn't come to the gymnasium. I got out of the car, checked my watch—8:15, still early. I sat on the hood of the car, lit a cigarette, and slowly puffed on it.
Boredom always makes time pass slowly, and when I saw Chen Yijing's slender figure appear in the distance, it felt like an eternity. Looking down, I saw only two cigarette butts at my feet, and with the one still burning in my hand, it had only been about the time it takes to smoke three cigarettes. I looked up again, and there she was, all smiles, as she walked gracefully towards me.
Chen Yijing was wearing a red jacket, a zip-up tracksuit, red track pants, and snow-white sneakers. Her face radiated her usual bright, sunny smile, blooming endlessly before my eyes. "Hi, you're here early." Chen Yijing waved to me, greeting me. I tossed aside my cigarette, stomped it out, and laughed, "No, I just got here too." Chen Yijing, carrying a black sports backpack, walked up to me, smiling brightly, "We're going to have a showdown today!"
I shrugged and chuckled, "We'll see."
I went first to the back door of the gymnasium, fiddled with it a few times, and opened the seemingly tightly closed iron door. Chen Yijing wasn't surprised; she probably knew I'd chosen this place, so she must have been prepared. I walked into the dimly lit corridor. Although sunlight streamed in from outside, it still felt somewhat gloomy. Chen Yijing followed me in, and seeing me close the door behind me, she laughed and said, "You're really resourceful; you can find even the weirdest corners."
Without the outside light, the corridor became even darker, and Chen Yijing's face became somewhat blurry, but her smile remained bright, and her voice was as clear and pleasant as ever. I smiled slightly in the darkness, my words as calm and unremarkable as ever: "There are plenty of good places; you can always find one if you're willing to look." I walked familiarly down the corridor, past old sports equipment and other miscellaneous items, all covered in a thick layer of dust. Chen Yijing frowned slightly; she was a very clean girl. I could guess what she was thinking, so without turning around, I said, "It's too dirty here; it'll be fine after this stretch."
I wasn't lying. After passing through this corridor, we reached the side door of the gymnasium, which was ajar. Chen Yijing and I pushed the door open and went inside.
It was a somewhat old indoor basketball court; much of the paint on the wooden floor had peeled off, but the perimeter was still quite new. Under one of the windows, there were two brand-new ping-pong tables.
Chen Yijing ran over excitedly, stroking the smooth, polished surface of the ping-pong table. Turning back to me, she exclaimed, "Wow! It's a Double Happiness brand!" Knowing her obsessive passion for famous domestic brands, I chimed in, "Yeah, it's hard to find Double Happiness in most schools these days." Without another word, Chen Yijing put down her backpack, unzipped it, and took out a ping-pong paddle, placing it on the table.
Her red jacket, worn over her white short-sleeved sweatshirt, revealed her ample breasts, which bounced dramatically, making my eyes widen. No wonder she exercises regularly; her figure is truly remarkable, exceptionally good. I watched Chen Yijing's every move with drooling eyes. She loosened the belt of her sweatpants, then bent over, supporting herself on the table with one hand while pulling her pants down to her knees with the other. Today, Chen Yijing wore a pair of dark blue athletic shorts with white stripes on the sides, which perfectly hugged her full, rounded buttocks, revealing a noticeable bulge in the crotch. I knew these shorts were made of pure cotton, with a wonderful feel; if only I could reach out and touch them…
Chen Yijing had already taken off her long pants, her two long, snow-white, and shapely legs completely exposed to the air, so alluring. She looked up and noticed my gaze, momentarily stunned. I knew I was in trouble; it would be too embarrassing if she realized what I was thinking. Luckily, I was quick-witted. I pretended to look at her sneakers and asked, "These shoes are pretty, what brand are they?" Before Chen Yijing could answer, I muttered to myself, "My wife has been asking me to buy her a good pair of sneakers for a while now, and I think the ones you're wearing are quite nice."
Chen Yijing smiled meaningfully at me and said, "Buick, this year's new model. The department store is having a sale, 15% off, 420 yuan. I just bought them a couple of days ago."
I felt a little embarrassed by her gaze and could only nod, "Oh, I'll go take a look this afternoon." As I spoke, I took out my own racket and fiddled with it for a few moments. Chen Yijing said, "Aren't you going to change your clothes?" I regained my composure and laughed, "To deal with you? No need, hehe!" Chen Yijing said coquettishly, "Hmph, just you wait! You'll be too tired to get up later!" I shrugged.
Chen Yijing did a few warm-up exercises. Her beautiful figure and agile body almost made me lose myself again. She started serving, and I returned the ball. The two of us went back and forth rhythmically for a while, getting used to the table and stretching our arms and legs.
After breaking out in a light sweat, Chen Yijing stopped and asked me, "Shall we start?" I said, "Okay."
Chen Yijing slowly bent down, her voluptuous figure creating a beautiful sight, which, combined with the captivating expression on her pretty face, was indescribably wonderful!
However, I could no longer fully appreciate it.
As Chen Yijing assumed her stance, a faint but sharp aura emerged. With the racket in hand, she was no longer the innocent and lively nineteen-year-old, but a skilled table tennis player. This simple starting serve was even more beautiful than her natural beauty.
I put away my contempt and crouched down slightly, staring intently at Chen Yijing's movements.
The yellow ping-pong ball soared into the air, falling at its highest point, and then, without warning, Chen Yijing's racket flashed, a yellow streak shooting towards me with lightning speed!
I was startled; the ball was already in front of me. In that split second, my well-trained body showed its strength. My body instinctively retreated, and then my racket flashed out diagonally, returning the ball.
Although I received it, I felt even more tense, because the return wasn't of good quality; a high bounce would only give my opponent another opportunity for a more powerful attack. Sure enough, before I could regain my footing, Chen Yijing swung her arm and smashed the ball back. A beautiful forehand smash, but for me, it was like adding insult to injury. I could only rely on my instincts to slice again, barely managing to return the ball. Chen Yijing didn't let the opportunity pass, launching another powerful smash. I finally couldn't withstand it; the yellow ball grazed my arm, bounced several meters on the ground, and crashed into the outer netting.
Chen Yijing made a smug face at me: "Hehe, how about that? You underestimated me!"
I had to admit, this was an opponent worthy of my full-fledged battle.
Not shying away from my misjudgment, I smiled at Chen Yijing: "Sorry, I underestimated you, hehe, let me change first."
Chen Yijing watched with a grin as I took off my jacket, then my trousers, and underneath, my basketball jersey and shorts. I said, "Hehe, see? Actually, I was prepared." Chen Yijing gave a coquettish snort: "You just felt it wasn't necessary to use your full strength against a weakling like me, right?" "No, no, I've certainly experienced your skills." I gave her a mock fist salute, eliciting a string of clear laughter from her.
Now it was time for a proper duel.
I first met Chen Yijing at an amateur table tennis tournament. Her skills were varied and graceful, which I ridiculed as "all show and no substance." Actually, I wasn't there to watch table tennis, so I didn't pay much attention to the players' skills. Unfortunately, my casual remark reached Chen Yijing's ears, and she challenged me. My target at the time wasn't her, but a white-collar lady from Donglian Group, so I completely ignored her. I thought that was the end of it, but she relentlessly pursued me, determined to compete and show me what I was made of, to make me take back my words.
After nearly a month of this, we somehow became quite familiar, haha. By then, I had successfully added the Donglian lady to my collection, and I had time to plan my next target. Chen Yijing naturally became the obvious choice.
Everything went smoothly, operating according to my plan, methodically. Now, it was time to step onto the final stage.
Chen Yijing's playing style was unusually fierce and aggressive, completely different from how I had first seen her, but her captivating charm remained unchanged. One wrong move, and she might look down on me. I steadied myself, focusing intently on Chen Yijing's tricky attacks, trying to use a softer approach to force her to hit the ball, gradually wearing down her abundant stamina.
Five to four, I won the game, taking a slight lead.
Chen Yijing plopped down on the long black leather stool next to me, panting heavily. I sat down beside her, also panting. She took out a snow-white towel, wiping the sweat from her forehead, and laughed at me, "Hehe, you've really got some skills!" I laughed, "You've impressed me too, playing like this!"
As I spoke, I opened the black travel bag at my feet, where two bottles of drinks lay quietly. A sudden hesitation struck me. A truly evenly matched opponent is a rare find, and I was so glad to have experienced such intense competition. If I gave the drink to Chen Yijing, I would never again experience that feeling of equal strength.
Should I wait until after the eleventh round before making my move? I knew this indecisiveness was detrimental to what I wanted to do, yet I struggled to make a decision immediately.
Looking back, I think if Chen Yijing hadn't chosen that outcome herself, I might have let her go.
Chen Yijing helped me during my hesitation. She saw the drink in my backpack and smiled, saying, "Oh, you even brought it out! You're quite thoughtful!" Her sweet voice, tinged with a soft moan, went straight to my heart—how captivating! I immediately made up my mind to possess her.
I turned around and smiled at her, "Iced, hehe, do you prefer it more fizzy or sweeter?" Chen Yijing said, "Ninda, I guess." I reached into my backpack and took out the bottle of Ninda, saying, "You like sweet drinks? Aren't you afraid of gaining weight?" Chen Yijing wrinkled her cute nose, "Not at all, I exercise every day, it's hard for me to gain weight." I unscrewed the cap and handed the soda to Chen Yijing. She took it, gulped down a big mouthful, and then let out a long, contented sigh, "Wow! So refreshing!"
I smiled at her, her rosy cheeks, her shiny black ponytail, and some strands of hair stuck to her fair forehead with sweat. Her ample breasts heaved, making my heart race. Her tight blue athletic shorts hugged her most mysterious area, the soft curves and fullness of her breasts stirring my imagination. Her long, pinkish-white legs, like lotus roots, were clad in white stockings, and then she wore brand-new Buick sneakers—a brand I vaguely recognized, often seen in advertisements: 361 Degrees sneakers.
As the match continued, Wen Yi slowed the pace. As I expected, Chen Yijing had lost her previous agility. Exercise requires energy; after taking so many sedatives, it was impossible to maintain such high morale. Nevertheless, Chen Yijing stubbornly fought me to a 9-9 tie.
It was my turn to serve; two beautiful attacks would end the match. Chen Yijing hadn't found a good way to counter my serves; she was getting nervous. If I won this set, it would be 6-4. In the eleven sets, I could win directly, making the final set unnecessary. I smiled slightly at her, and she gave me a playful glare before continuing to focus intently on the ball in my hand.
I served the first ball.
Chen Yijing chopped it with her backhand, but unfortunately, the force was uneven, and the ball flew away.
I smiled at her again, and she couldn't help but hum, but she was clearly somewhat disappointed.
I served the second ball.
The red racket flicked, and the ball flew out, fast as lightning!
It hit the net and bounced back.
Service error…
10-10 tie.
The serve changed, and Chen Yijing found another opportunity. She smiled brightly, slightly turned her body, and started to serve.
But I didn't give her a chance, because I realized it was almost 11 o'clock, and there was no time to dawdle, or I would miss my lunch. With two beautiful fast attacks, I ended the match. The total score was 6-4, and I won.
Chen Yijing was a little dejected, but she was clearly a very cheerful girl and quickly recovered. Chen Yijing patted me generously and laughed in her usual clear voice, "Indeed impressive, hehe, it seems you have every right to be proud." I smiled back, "You flatter me, I should thank you for going easy on me."
We sat down to rest again, and I handed the Nianda to Chen Yijing, "Sit a little longer, cool off before you go."
Chen Yijing took it and drank a few sips. She clearly hadn't felt anything unusual yet. Perhaps she was a little puzzled by her sudden lack of energy, but she would definitely only think it was her own fault and wouldn't suspect that I had drugged her drink.
She rested one hand on her knee and held a towel in the other, slowly wiping away the profuse sweat. The scent of the drug was now very strong, making me feel tipsy.
I couldn't relax; it was time to act, or I would miss my chance.
While she was looking down and adjusting her shoelaces, I quietly moved behind her. From behind, Chen Yijing's neck was exceptionally fair and long. She was bending down to adjust her sneakers. I took out a prepared red nylon rope from my backpack, wrapped it around my hands a few times, leaving a foot or so in the middle. I moved closer to her from behind, the unique, alluring scent emanating from her body. I felt a stirring in my lower body; this delicate girl was about to be mine!
I tried to calm myself, slowly raising my hands and suspending the red rope above her head, waiting for the right moment.
Chen Yijing finished adjusting her sneakers, looked up, and casually picked up her drink to take a sip. Suddenly realizing I was gone, she was about to turn around to look for me when my hands abruptly sank down, the taut red nylon rope landing on her neck, then tightening instantly!
Chen Yijing didn't react at all; her tender throat was choked, the breath that had just reached her throat abruptly stopped. Her head tilted back, resting against my waist, her soft back pressed against my stomach.
I tightened my grip, plunging the red rope deep into Chen Yijing's neck, completely suffocating her.
Chen Yijing tried to scream, but no sound came out. Her hands flailed wildly, and a small beverage bottle, now only a little water left, flew out of her hands and landed a short distance away.
Chen Yijing's head tilted back, her beautiful eyes rolled upwards, and she was horrified to discover that I was the one who attacked her. Disbelief filled her face. I smiled gently at her: "Baby, I want you to belong to me completely!" I tightened my grip on Chen Yijing's neck even more.
Chen Yijing's two voluptuous legs, which fascinated me, began to kick, her sneakers screeching on the floor. Beneath her snow-white short-sleeved shirt, her full breasts heaved rapidly; the cotton shirt clung to her chest, clearly outlining her contours, and I could even see her deep-cut, lace-trimmed bra. Chen Yijing's hands merely swung from side to side, trying to reach me, but I deftly dodged, simultaneously increasing the pressure on her hands, making her realize that trying to grab me was futile. Moreover, the drug I had given her beforehand had taken effect; Chen Yijing didn't struggle violently, her movements even appearing graceful. This was why I hadn't directly administered the drug; I wanted Xinshan to perform a poignant dance at the end of her life, rather than a completely silent surrender. A sedative was a good choice; it would slow her blood circulation and prevent her from becoming too agitated. This way, she would instinctively struggle, allowing me to enjoy the spectacle without causing me any trouble due to excessive struggle. Moreover, this would reduce the likelihood of her breathing, prevent her face from turning purple, and preserve her delicate appearance.
Chen Yijing writhed and struggled slowly and gracefully. She didn't seem to be making a particular effort to break free, which was due to the effects of the drug, but I couldn't help but have the illusion that she was willingly accepting me, accepting the suffocating feeling I brought her. Her throat emitted whimpering sounds and moans, her body turning from side to side, still within my arms. I could feel every spasm of her in my arms—it was truly a wonderful pleasure! Her large buttocks, stretched taut by her blue shorts, rubbed back and forth on the black leather stool, her slender waist swaying, making many alluring movements. I held her neck tightly, leisurely admiring her exquisite dance.
Things proceeded smoothly, and Chen Yijing's movements grew increasingly weak. She was nearing her limit; her pair of snow-white, plump thighs began to kick erratically, sometimes spreading apart and straightening in spasms, sometimes coming together like a deer's bouncy body. I waited patiently, awaiting the final moment.
Chen Yijing's face suddenly flushed crimson, and her soft, delicate body tensed in my arms. I felt a surge of joy. Hehe, the moment I'd been waiting for had arrived! She must be regretting drinking so much now. Not only because of the medication, but also because of the intense urge to urinate. To urinate in front of a man must have been incredibly embarrassing for Chen Yijing, but she had no other choice.
Chen Yijing could no longer hold back her bladder; she slightly turned her head, her legs slightly parted and straightened. Those long, slender, snow-white legs stood straight and stiff for a moment, then the knees parted, forming a diamond shape. From the bulge in the crotch of her athletic shorts, a deep, coin-sized stain appeared, gradually widening.
I could feel the boy in my arms immersed in a wonderful pleasure, and I couldn't help but smile with satisfaction. Finally, I'd squeezed the boy's urine out!
Pushing her lower abdomen forward, Chen Yijing's delicate body trembled, then trembled again, and she continued to tremble as she expelled her hot urine in spurts. I watched this rare and wonderful sight intently, feeling my lower body harden like iron, and my hands involuntarily tightened their grip.
This urination lasted for several minutes, probably soaking the entire crotch of Chen Yijing's underwear, and the crotch of her athletic shorts was also soaked, even accumulating a pool of hot liquid on her leather seat. The pleasure of urinating relaxed her whole body, savoring the comfortable feeling, and the pent-up pleasure followed. Chen Yijing suddenly began to writhe violently. I was startled and quickly tightened my grip on her neck. She then suddenly relaxed again, and before I could determine her exact state, her entire body tensed, every muscle taut. She remained frozen like that for a moment, then slowly relaxed again, this time with a very slow rhythm. I suddenly realized she was done for.
I tightened the red rope in my hand; it was already deeply wrapped around Chen Yijing's neck.
Time was almost up; it was time to end it.
Chen Yijing gave her snow-white, plump thighs a final shake, then breathed her last, satisfied.
I tightened my grip on her still body for a few more minutes before releasing the rope. Alright, this lively young woman was now completely mine!
I looked down at the beautiful face nestled in my arms. Her eyes were wide open, rolling upwards, but as I gazed at her, they gradually returned to normal. The rosy blush on her delicate face made her even more captivating. Her cherry-like lips were about to close, revealing snow-white teeth, with a trace of clear liquid at the corner of
her mouth. I wiped it clean with my hand and noticed that the corners of her mouth were slightly upturned, as if she were wearing a faint smile. I laid this wonderful corpse down on the leather stool, and she lay quietly, letting me do as I pleased. I initially wanted to take off her shorts, but then gave up; it was too difficult, so I decided to wait. I pried open her small mouth with my hands and then let my hardness enter her mouth. After a moment of pleasure, I filled her delicate mouth with my hot life essence.
I let out a comfortable sigh, tidied up the area, put everything into my backpack, and then hoisted Chen Yijing onto my left shoulder. I put my left arm around her knees, and with my right hand, I picked up Chen Yijing's sports bag and my backpack, and walked out of the gymnasium.
Chen Yijing obediently lay on my shoulder, her full buttocks raised high because of this position, trembling with my steps. I couldn't resist patting it with my left hand. Ah, it felt so good! I stroked its round, firm buttocks with obvious affection as I walked out of the gymnasium.
The sun was shining brightly outside. I put Chen Yijing in the trunk and locked it. I got in the car, tossed the two backpacks to the back seat, and started the engine. I checked my watch—11:15. There was still time to make a hearty lunch. Hehe.
I drove away smoothly from the desolate school's back playground.
I didn't disturb anyone.
It was as if nothing had ever happened.

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