Urban Romance (A Useless Man Gets Attracted Peach Blossoms) (Complete) - 10

75. The landlady
impatiently pulled off my belt, and I kicked off my trousers while tearing off hers with my hands. We crashed against the wall in a passionate kiss. I pressed down on her, my hand reaching into her buttocks, my long fingers touching her erect, excited clitoris.
I wanted her to be aroused, but she wasn't wet enough. My fingers penetrated deep into her clitoris, teasing her inner walls until her legs went weak and trembled.
"Faster..." The landlady gripped my clothes tightly; she wanted me.
"No, you're not wet enough."
"Just a little longer." I kissed her, my fingers moving rapidly inside her.
"No..." Her body arched, almost unable to stand.
"Hold on to me." I let her lean against me.
"Don't go so fast." My fingers were moving so fast; she couldn't handle it.
The landlady grabbed my hand, hoping I would stop, but I wouldn't listen. I insisted on making her nectar flow everywhere, until my hands were covered in her scent, before I was satisfied.
"Wrap your legs around my waist."
The older sister obediently jumped on top of me. My penis was only half off, the other half still hanging by her feet, but I was already blinded by passion and immediately pulled out my hot penis, sliding it around her clitoris.
Her hot fluid slid down my penis, making it even harder and wetter. I stood on tiptoe, thrusting upwards, holding her waist with one hand, making her hang on me in mid-air.
I breathed into the older sister's ear, my penis continuing to rub against her clitoris. "Hurry up and sit on me."
"A'gen has never done this before, Li Chao, you really know how to play."
Seeing me growl in a muffled voice, looking like I was in great pain, the older sister didn't dare to hesitate any longer and sat down on my body...
The older sister tried to sit up, but I grabbed her and pressed her down hard.
My pubic hair brushed against her trembling clitoris, so itchy...
She fell onto my penis, and we weren't aligned. I slid off and thrust upwards, piercing her clitoris, which made her tremble slightly again.
"Aim higher!" I hadn't even really started, and she was already exhausted! She angrily punched my chest, and I quickly straightened her up for another try.
"Where?" This position made it impossible for me to see her opening. I guided my penis, tentatively probing outside her clitoris.
"A little to the left... Ouch! Too far to the left! A little to the right..."
I moved left and right following her directions. Before I even entered, I was already covered in her nectar. "Where exactly?"
"A little higher... Yes, right there!" I found it!
I thrust hard, letting out a satisfied moan. I buried myself deep inside her, held tightly by her, feeling an unprecedented satisfaction. How could she be so tight, so beautiful?
God—she moaned comfortably, "Can't you hurry up and come in? Don't be so slow, I'm just teasing her!" "Li Chao, so beautiful, you're much bigger than A Gen, hurry up!"
She wanted me to be faster, more rough. Come on! Take her! Her heart was screaming, and as if I could sense her desire, I began to thrust forward with all my might, pumping deeply and forcefully, each thrust more powerful than the last…
Ouch! Why did I let her keep slamming against the wall? “Take it easy, don’t slam so hard, the neighbor sleeps next door.”
“Yes.” I tried to be patient and slowed my pace.
“Oh! I can’t take it anymore…” I kept hitting her, causing her body to tremble. She gripped my back tightly, feeling herself about to climax…
“Ah—” Don’t hit there anymore, she can’t take it!
Her body shuddered, and a gush of hot fluid spurted out, sliding down between us, wetting not only my burning clitoris but also me.
I thrust upwards desperately, wave after wave, each thrust more powerful than the last, until her body continued to convulse violently, her clitoris contracting tightly, gripping me tightly, and I couldn’t help but ejaculate a large amount of hot fluid, shooting into her warm flower field.
"Oh my god! You ejaculated inside!" My older sister suddenly realized I hadn't used a condom! "What if I get pregnant? Get it out quickly!"
I slowly pulled my penis out of her body.
"What to do? What to do?" I ejaculated inside; what if she got pregnant? My older sister was frantic.
"Don't worry, let me handle this." I inserted two fingers into her vagina, probing deep inside.
"What are you doing?" she asked breathlessly. Was I going to ejaculate again? No! She couldn't take it again.
"Quiet down, I'll get them out." I stopped her movements and used my fingers to remove the semen that had just entered. "Do you have emergency contraception?"
"No." She shook her head. Oh… I shouldn't probing anymore; her legs went weak, and she almost couldn't stand.
My older sister's legs went weak, and she almost collapsed, but luckily I reacted quickly and caught her, carrying her to the bed.
"Spread your legs."
"What are you going to do?" the older woman asked weakly.
I grabbed a few tissues and started wiping her insides, which were covered in traces of our lovemaking. I had to clean her up.
"Do you have any medicine to reduce the swelling?" After I had made love to her so fiercely, her petals were already fragile, red and swollen. I realized then that I had been too rough. I gently stroked her petals. "Why are you still like a young girl, so fragile? Does it hurt?"
"Ah Gen has never been so rough before. Unlike you, you don't care about me at all."
The older woman hurriedly climbed off the bed, grabbed her clothes, and put them on. I watched her back and let out a heavy sigh.
Why did I sigh? She turned to look at me.
"I have to go."
After it was over, her breasts and buttocks were covered in sticky fluid. I wiped them off casually and went back.
Lying in bed wasn't necessarily a comfortable thing.
"Six Records of a Floating Life" couldn't calm my mind. It was shopping time on TV, and breast enhancement ads came flooding in, a sea of white, with several shameless celebrities giving their testimonials that were disgusting. From nothing to a swelling a month later, only a fool would believe it; there are many fools in this world.
The fool lay in bed, unaware of what had just happened.
The older sister's basketball had seduced her, causing her to lose herself, and the older sister had also lost herself.
Why? The fool didn't know.
The scent of men and women was still strong in the room, leaving only the man and loneliness. Next door, however, came the sounds of a "fight.
" "Why are you so horny today?" A-Gen's voice was panting. "Don't you like it? " The older sister was already in the mood.
"I got so wet as soon as I went in, and it's all sticky. " "If you don't like it , don't do it." "I like it, I like it." The sounds of "smack, smack" drifted over. I closed the window, the noise subsided, and I drifted off to sleep. As soon as I entered my dream, DouDou rushed in and softly said, "You're too tired today. Isn't the older sister next door very pretty?" I couldn't answer; my speech seemed to have vanished. DouDou said, "Her breasts are as big as basketballs, don't they feel great to touch?" My mouth opened, but no sound came out. DouDou asked, "Is her waist as slim as mine? Is her skin whiter than mine?"

I didn't see clearly at all. I wanted to speak, but there was no sound.
DouDou said, "You're a man, and you have times when you can't hold back. I'm a woman too, and I have times when I can't hold back either." Her voice was as soft as a drizzle.
DouDou continued, "I'll find a man too, and I'll let him have my way with me, okay?" Her
Wuhan voice was even softer than the Wu dialect of Suzhou and Hangzhou, so soft that I was already sweating profusely. DouDou said, "Look, would men like my body?" DouDou was naked, and her curves became alluring.
I tried to sit up, but I don't know what trick she used, I couldn't move at all.
DouDou said, "Can you still do it? You're so soft, I just want you to do it with me. If you can't do it anymore, I'll find someone else, okay?"
Sometimes gentleness is sharper than a sword.
DouDou said, "Men in Shanghai are very good, considerate and meticulous, and they cook very well. I'm still a virgin, I want to find a gentle one, don't you think? Is A'gen okay? Am I as attractive as the lady next door? Would A'gen even like me?" DouDou gently got out of bed, opened the window, and continued, "
Listen, they're still doing it next door. It's so loud. A'gen is so gentle and manly. Big Sister said she can't take it anymore, she's going to die, but A'gen isn't satisfied yet. Can I go help her?" "
No!" I finally managed to say. "You spoke! Why don't you want to? Big Sister isn't getting any licking, so you can help her. A'gen helping me is fine too."
I said, "You're mine." I blurted out.
DouDou said, "Big Sister belongs to A'gen too, let's help each other." I lost my voice again. I wanted to say, "You're mine, I won't let anyone else touch you, I'll never touch anyone else again. "
But DouDou couldn't hear me.
DouDou said, "You men have always allowed yourselves to have multiple wives and concubines, but women can't even let someone help them. You can't take it now, so I'll go. If I get old someday, I'll allow you to find a younger one, okay?" The gentle voice faded into the distance.
No! I sat bolt upright, drenched in sweat. The groans next door had long since ended; my dream was over, and I was drenched in cold sweat.
Gentleness kills, it destroys.
I arrived at work in the morning, waiting for DouDou's call. The Shanghai sun was constantly obscured, a light drizzle fell, and the damp wind, though gentle, felt sticky and clingy. Outside the window, the flowery umbrellas resembled lotus leaves, reminiscent of Zhu Xi's calligraphy, only more colorful.
My secretary said, "My sister wants a divorce. She nags me all night; it's so annoying."
My secretary's eyebrows were drawn particularly carefully today, curved like a crescent moon.
The finance manager said, "Why the divorce? They were doing fine; they even went on a trip to Europe last month." The finance manager didn't look up.
The secretary said, "That's exactly why they want a divorce." The crescent moon raised an eyebrow.
The finance manager said calmly, "Then maybe they shouldn't go." "
The secretary said, 'Big sister, you don't know, in Venice they visited the La Fenice opera house, which was destroyed by fire and rebuilt; the Bridge of Sighs, so melancholic in Xu Zhimo's poem; the magnificent Renaissance and Byzantine architecture; St. Mark's Square, one of the most beautiful squares in the world; and the breathtaking arcades. My sister was already captivated by the films of Antonioni, and she lingered at the Venice art exhibition, unable to leave. In Titian's studio, she couldn't move an inch in front of 'Sleeping Venus.'
The finance manager asked, 'Who is Titian?' The older sister looked up, somewhat engrossed.
'Who is Titian?' " "The New Moon asked me,"
I said. "Titian was a representative painter of the Venetian school during the High Renaissance in Italy. He was a student of Giovanni Bellini and influenced by Giorgione. Titian was known for his longevity, living to at least ninety years old. In his youth, under the guidance of humanist thought, he inherited and developed the Venetian school of painting, pushing the use of color, form, and brushstrokes in oil painting to a new stage. His paintings are imbued with deep emotion. As Giorgione's assistant, he helped paint the landscape behind 'Sleeping Venus,' and in the religious painting 'The Taxes.'" "The Assumption of Mary reflects the moral values of the emerging bourgeoisie."
Seeing the surprised looks on my secretary and the finance manager's faces, I felt a little smug and continued, "Works like 'The Feast of Eros' and 'Bacchus and Ariadne' overflow with joy and vitality. His middle-aged style is meticulous, steady, and powerful, with bright colors; his later works are bold and unrestrained, with simple yet varied tones. They had a significant influence on the development of later European oil painting techniques." I repeated Dou Dou's lecture to me; this top student from Wuhan University was right before my eyes when she taught me.
My secretary, her face lighting up, smiled and said, "If my sister heard all this, she might fall in love with you. You don't know, right in front of 'Sleeping Venus,' my sister's eyes lit up. In her words, 'I know who this world belongs to now—it belongs to women.' She had spent three years with this man without any sense of liberation. Seeing this painting, she realized the power of women, and so she came back and filed for divorce." "

76. The beautiful secretary
and the
finance lady, both looking a bit radiant, seemed to understand the power of 'Sleeping Venus.' They smiled and asked, 'What's the reason for the divorce?' The secretary replied, 'Unfounded.' The secretary's heart clenched like a drawn bow.
The phone rang, and the secretary answered, saying to me, 'Li Chao, it's your phone. It's a woman, her voice is so sweet.' The tone was slightly coquettish. I took the phone and said, 'Hello, who is this?'
It was Dou Dou. Dou Dou said, 'Don't be surprised, I only have two sentences to say to you.' I said, 'But I have countless sentences to say.' Dou Dou said, 'Don't call me again. Without a reason, and secondly, if I break my promise, I can't help you for free anymore.'
The phone went dead, and my heart shattered.
The secretary said calmly, 'The tragedy my brother-in-law committed is about to repeat itself.' " The secretary, oblivious to my tact, leaned closer. A steaming cup of tea blurred my vision.
After work that evening, the secretary insisted on staying with me, afraid I might do something rash.
The secretary's name was Wang Jing, a very lovely girl, supposedly a former dancer. The Shanghai night was still alluring; I had already figured things out in the bar. Wang Jia had already made up her mind, but I just wouldn't admit it.
Wang Jing said, "She's very pretty?" "What's it about her that attracts you the most?"
I lit a cigarette, took a slow drag, and said, "I don't know, but the story about Titian that I told you about earlier was told to me by her." Wang Jing smiled and said, "Talented girls, talented women are usually attractive."
The bar was noisy and easy to kill time. Looking at the time, I said to Wang Jing, "Wang Jing, it's too late, you should go home. I'll be fine."
Wang Jing said, "I know you'll be fine, but I want to stay with you." I said, "I've only had five bottles of wine, I'm fine." Wang Jing said, "Tell me a joke."
I smiled wryly and said, "I'm not in the mood, do you think I can laugh?" Wang Jing, her cheek resting on her hand, said innocently, "I want to hear one."
Crescent Moon's face was already pressed against mine, smooth and soft. I said, "Did you know that Venice has a Bridge of Sighs in England?" Wang Jing said, "No." I said, "
You can definitely recite this poem: 'Gently I leave, just as gently I came;
gently I wave goodbye to the clouds of the western sky.'
The golden willows by the riverbank are like brides in the sunset;
their vibrant reflections in the shimmering water ripple in my heart…
Quietly
I leave, just as quietly I came;
I wave my sleeves, not taking away a single cloud."
Wang Jing said, "It's by Xu Zhimo, everyone knows it." I said, "My feelings are already like that." Wang Jing said, "Then I'd like to hear a joke too."
I said, "Then I'll tell you."
So I told a joke about retired cadres: Retired cadres, bored out of their minds, would go to the activity center to play chess and mahjong to pass the time. But even that became tedious. One day, the center held a dance party and invited some female dancers to keep the retired cadres company. One retired cadre, embracing a young woman, couldn't help but feel aroused, and his penis gradually became erect. The woman touched the retired cadre's erection and asked, "What's this thing dancing?" The retired cadre replied, "This is the retired cadre; it wants to move around." He then touched the woman's crotch and asked, "What is this? Why is it wet?" The woman replied, "This is the retired cadres' activity center; it's because the retired cadres often come and go, leaving behind sweat.
" After hearing this, Wang Jing laughed and said, "That's really lewd, not funny at all. Tell me another funny one."
I told a story about four daughters: A couple surnamed Huang had three daughters, who soon reached marriageable age. Because of their strict upbringing, all three daughters were still virgins. The Huang couple found suitable husbands for their three daughters, and with the wedding day fast approaching, they couldn't help but worry. After a lively wedding ceremony, the three daughters and their husbands were about to leave home for their honeymoons. The Huang couple were very concerned about whether their daughters' first night would be fulfilling, so the mother privately told her three daughters, "Your father and I are both concerned about your wedding night and hope to know if you are happy. To avoid arousing your husbands' suspicion, you should use a code to inform us." The daughters, full of joy and anticipation, set off for their honeymoons. A week later, the Huang couple received their first letter. Opening it, they found it was from their eldest daughter, who had simply written four large characters: "Yalan Simmons Mattress." Without hesitation, they grabbed the newspaper and searched for an advertisement for Yalan Simmons. Mr. Huang exclaimed, "Found it! The headline is 'Extra Large Size, Strong Yet Gentle.'" The elderly couple were overjoyed. Seven days later, their second daughter wrote, simply stating, "Nestlé Coffee." This time, Mr. Huang quickly found the Nestlé Coffee advertisement and loudly read out its main headline: "Joy Until the Last Drop." The couple embraced, overjoyed. Seven days passed, and a month later, still no letter from their third daughter arrived. They began to worry. Finally, two months later, her letter arrived. It was handwritten and not very clear. Mr. Huang struggled to decipher it; his daughter had written: "Indo-Thai Airways." Without even putting on his coat, Mr. Huang rushed to the nearest newsstand to buy a newspaper. Back home, his hands trembling, he quickly flipped through the pages, searching for the Indo-Thai Airways advertisement. "I found it!" Mr. Huang exclaimed, clutching the newspaper. Before he could finish, Mrs. Huang collapsed onto her recliner with a thud. The advertisement's headline read: "Seven days a week, three flights a day, no breaks."
Wang Jing, after hearing this, still didn't laugh, saying calmly, "It's meaningless. You men are just like that." Looking at this innocent little girl, I decided to play a prank, laughing, "Then what do you want me to say?" Let me ask you a common-sense question: how do you spell "soft"? It's in Pinyin. Wang Jing spelled it out in pinyin: "日完软" (rì wán ruǎn).
I laughed and said, "That's not right, you need to pronounce it accurately."
Wang Jing spelled it out seriously: "日完俺软" (rì wán ǎn ruǎn).
I laughed and said, "That's right this time." Wang Jing immediately realized it, pounded my chest and said, "You're so annoying, I fell for your trick again." Then she said, "I'll give you a riddle, '替' (tì), the '替' (tì) in '替' (tì), what word is it related to law?"
I laughed and said, "I don't know. (How could I not know? I've already seen it.) Tell me."
Wang Jing laughed and said, "大婚 (dànhūn), how stupid." I said, "How is it 大婚? Explain it." Wang Jing said, "Look, isn't there two '夫' (fū) characters on top of the character '替' (tì)?" I said, "Then what does the character '日' (rì) mean?" Wang Jing wrote it on the table with wine, and upon hearing it, laughed and scolded, "You're so annoying."
After we finished laughing and hugging, we became much closer.

77. Sisterly Affection
I said, "I'll give you a riddle, you definitely won't guess it. It's actually very simple, it's about a woman having her period, guess the Chinese character."
Wang Jing laughed and said, "What character is that? It's not a vulgar one, is it?" I said, "It's definitely not vulgar, but you have to have a vulgar thought." Wang Jing said, "Just tell me, I'm not guessing anymore."
I said, "This is homework, tell me if you guess right."
The bar lights were dazzling, but the silence outside the bar made people feel at ease. Feeling at ease made me feel much better. My world was free of demons. I thought of basketball again. Those two basketballs really made me lose myself.
Crescent Moon eyebrows are so attractive, talking in the night: "Take me home."
Wang Jing took my arm, and our arms were enveloped by soft breasts. The streets of Shanghai are almost entirely lined with plane trees, behind which are walls. Behind these walls, especially on Fuxing Road, are almost always the residences of the wealthy or high-ranking officials. We walked under the trees beside the wall. The road was short, only ten minutes from the DDS bar to Huashan Road.
I hadn't expected Wang Jing to live in a detached house. Entering, there was a small courtyard, not large, with a few grapevines trellis, resembling a flower arbor. Inside, there was a large hall with a marble floor, making it look like a ballroom.
I asked, "You live alone?" Wang Jing smiled and said, "My sister has a date today." I said, "Where's the elder sister?"
Wang Jing said, "She went traveling to Europe. My sister persuaded her to come. Let's have a cup of coffee."
I said, "It's too late, it's past ten."
Wang Jing smiled, turned around and went into the kitchen, turning back to say, "A girl isn't considered late yet, and you're still a man." I said, "A man should be even more discreet, and shouldn't just linger in a girl's room."
Wang Jing smiled and said, "I've known you for a few days, and I didn't realize you were so humorous. I always thought you were a serious person. After hearing your insights on oil painting, I realized you're quite talented, but I didn't expect you to be such a hypocrite."
I said, "Don't put it so harshly. I just know my place."
Speaking of place, I couldn't help but murmur, "Do I really know my place?" Thinking of Dou Dou, if I knew my place, would I still have come to Shanghai? "
Wang Jing said, 'Thinking about that girl again, huh? I didn't expect you to be so sentimental.' I said, 'I'm human too.' Wang Jing smiled and went upstairs, returning shortly with coffee.
She had changed her clothes and was wearing pajamas. The coffee smelled wonderful, and the pajamas were revealing, showing rosy areolas. Her breasts were small and delicate, the curves of which perfectly accentuated a cleavage, neither too deep nor too shallow, just right and alluring. The aroma of coffee lingered in the air.
I stared blankly, and Wang Jing smiled and said, 'Don't stare at me like that, drink your coffee, I'm pretty good at it.'
I laughed and said, 'Wearing all that, how can I look anywhere else?'
Wang Jing smiled and said, 'If you want to look, you can look all you want.'
I said, 'We've only known each other for a week, I have no ulterior motives.'
Wang Jing said, 'I don't know why, but I find you very pleasing to the eye.' I said, 'If I find you pleasing, then look, I'm a grown man, I'm not afraid of being seen.'
Wang Jing said, 'Am I prettier than your girlfriend?'
I smiled bitterly and said, 'I don't have a girlfriend now.'" Wang Jing said sorry and turned on the music.
It was the kind of music for stage performances; I didn't know the name, but the melody was somewhat melancholic.
A seductive voice came through: "I want you to see enough."
The music started playing, and I immediately recognized it as the most classic piece. The crescent moon began to dance.
The music was sometimes fast, sometimes slow, and the moon rose and fell with it, as did her eyebrows, the silk ribbons, and her breasts. My heart swayed.
The new moon had fully entered the music, or rather, the dance, as if intoxicated and weeping. Under the normal lamplight, her legs and arms were painted with beautiful flowers. It was a blooming autumn chrysanthemum, without a gorgeous coat, without flowing dark green leaves, just the flower in full bloom, petal by petal opening one after another, you could hear the sound of the petals unfolding their arms. There was no wind, the early autumn wind hadn't had time to visit yet, the chrysanthemum was usually late to bloom, but tonight, it was radiant.
My vision was completely dominated by the blooming flowers, there was no dancing silk, yet the dancing of the silk was the dancing of the flower. Her two breasts, in their dance, showed no desire, fluttering like butterflies, the butterflies dancing with colorful wings, painting the heavy harvest of autumn.
The silk fluttered with the dance, the rainbow it created floated in the room, making the room colorful. The rainbow fell to the ground, making the ground colorful. The chrysanthemum became like a winter plum blossom in the twelfth lunar month, a single red flower on the branch, without leaves, only the red of the branch. The spirits danced, their cries like the mournful call of a cuckoo, their brows furrowed.
The music was like water, the slow flow suddenly becoming rapid, the splashing droplets like tears, each drop a sob, scattering down, each sound a lament. With each flutter of the petals, the stamens released the urge to bud, the movement of the petals making the rainbow dance, making the music dance. The rainbow, like ribbons, formed a musical score, the music, like flowing water, dancing into the rainbow.
The lament gradually faded, and the autumn sun streamed into the room, the sunlight like needles, piercing the lament, the sunlight like fire, burning the winter plum blossoms into peonies. The peonies, like young girls in love, shyly swayed their waists, their bouncing breasts shimmering with spring's joy. Spring came, the wind came. Laughter came, and the peonies, their faces beaming with smiles, bloomed in an instant, a sculpted masterpiece.
The sculpture was alive; the nipple trembled slightly, brimming with spring; the branches and leaves stretched out gracefully; the petals fully opened; the heart of the flower released the exuberance of life; the stamen trembled slightly; the tender red petals breathed freely, without a trace of shyness. The peony bloomed before my eyes.
"Wonderful!" I clapped my hands, completely ignoring the crescent moon. The applause startled the peony, and it closed its beauty, nestling sweetly into my arms.
Wang Jing said, "I finally did it."
The crescent moon's face was as innocent as a child's; in my arms, it seemed to be seeking its mother's warmth.
I stroked its smooth back, then its soft buttocks, and couldn't bear to leave.
I asked, "What did you do?" My words were still immersed in the dance I had just witnessed.
Wang Jing said, "The Three Seasons of Flowers—this is my self-created work in my dance career, but there was no stage." The crescent moon rubbed against my chest like a child's face.
I said, "Why three seasons and not four?" Wang Jing said, "Spring, autumn, and winter are the seasons of flowers, but summer flowers bloom the most vibrantly." I didn't understand.
Wang Jing continued, "But summer flowers are the least individualistic; they're vulgar and pretentious." Hearing Wang Jing's understanding of flowers, I smiled and said, "Your dance is a creation of the soul; your stage is your heart."
Wang Jing said, "Your words are the answer for me; thank you." As she spoke, she kissed me fiercely, completely devoid of childlike innocence, more like a child's breasts when hungry, her two nipples gently pressing against my chest.
After the kiss, my erection rose, my soft buttocks shifting slightly.
Wang Jing said, "You only just realized this?"
I said, "Your dance was so beautiful that I entered it; I saw the flowers blooming, I saw the stamens trembling." Wang Jing's large eyes remained fixed on me, and she said, "So you didn't have a primal desire, but rather an interaction of souls."
I said, "Yes, I never knew you were a professional dancer."
Wang Jing said, "Then I succeeded. If you had thoughts while I was dancing, my movements would be lewd. But this is the first and last time." I asked, puzzled, "Why?" "You dance very well; even professional dancers might not have your skill," Wang Jing said calmly. "I don't have a stage."
I laughed immediately and teased, "No one provides a stage for dancing, except for illegal striptease." Wang Jing said seriously, "So I can only dance in my dreams. My dancing in my dreams might be more vivid, but I don't feel anything in my dreams."
I said, "Why?" Wang Jing said, "I need interaction, especially interaction with the opposite sex. It's like struggling in a whirlpool; only through struggle can one express the blooming and evolution of a flower." As she spoke, she revealed a girlish shyness and added, "My interaction partner in my dreams is Andy Lau, but he's too far away from me."
I laughed and said, "You can choose someone else. I'm a rough man; I really don't know if I'm defiling art."
Wang Jing said, "But you know I've left the stage now. I can't be naked in front of other men. Do you think I'm too easy?"
I said, "No, it's just that it felt so sudden. It's truly an honor to see your dance."
Wang Jing murmured... She said, "I like you." I changed the subject and asked, "You've never been in love?" Wang Jing smiled and said, "Yes, I tried with my ex-boyfriends, but I always failed."
I said, "What was the reason? Didn't you love him?"
Wang Jing said, "I loved him, very much, but every time before I finished dancing, he would pounce on me like a wild beast. I felt like I was being violated, and it was a defilement of art, so I would break up with him before he was done."
I smiled and said, "If I remember correctly, you're 24 this year. You're quite rational and decisive." Wang Jing also smiled and said, "I'm also emotional about art, but I absolutely cannot tolerate any behavior that defiles art, including yours. If you had done what you just did, I might have resigned tomorrow."
I said, "There's no need. We're on the same level. I have no right to fire you."
Wang Jing said, "But I can't face you, but I didn't misjudge you." I said, "Congratulations on your success. My task is complete, and you've rewarded me. I should go now."
Wang Jing said, "I rewarded you? Just a cup of coffee." I said, "A captivating dance and a sweet kiss." Looking at Wang Jing, I felt inexplicably deceived. I thought of Dou Dou again; I truly didn't understand women. It felt like I'd always been a tool.
Wang Jing seemed to sense my thoughts and smiled, saying, "Feeling deceived?" I suppressed my anger and said, "I'm just a prop for you. Why take it so seriously? I've completed my task and should leave." Wang Jing seemed very sad and tears welled up in her eyes.
I said, "Why be sad? Aren't I just a prop?" Wang Jing said, "I really like you, that's why I wanted you to see it." I said, "We don't have a deep relationship."
Wang Jing said, "If we had a deep relationship, would I still be able to dance so freely?" I couldn't help but nod and say, "No, it's too familiar, but..." Wang Jing suddenly covered my mouth and whispered, "Can you stay?"
Looking into those burning eyes, my heart stirred, but Dou Dou's image floated before my eyes, so I said, "I'm afraid of defiling your dance." Wang Jing quickly said, "You won't. Your understanding of art not only elevates my thoughts but also attracts me." I hurriedly shook my head and said, "I'm not a dance expert, but I can see that your dance is a creation of the soul. Your stage is your heart. I'm just an audience member. Although I see naked bodies, I also see the openness of the heart, the realm of the heart, a new world—this is the world of blossoming flowers."
Hearing my words, Wang Jing hugged my neck and murmured, "I like your perspective, and I'm starting to like you." I said, "Don't do this. I'm a man, maybe even a beast."
Wang Jing said, "I like you, this beast. You've already promised me."
I didn't refuse again, and I was bewildered by Wang Jing's tearful smile.
This was a "conspiracy," a conspiracy that had already surrounded me, passion that had already soaked me. The shape hidden inside is quite obvious. "Dance with me."
The new moon spread its wings, gently peeling away my clothes. I have no dancing skills, yet I dance lightly with the moon. The crescent moon, with its sharp fingertips, removes my last veil of modesty, and I sway with the dance. The forsythia blooms, its five-lobed petals opening one after another. The tender yellow petals unfold wings of hope, leaping and dancing; I see five-colored lines moving in harmony. The white lotus's wings deftly pluck the strings, and my strings respond in sync with its delicate hands.
The alluring stamens tease me from time to time, and I dance closely with them, drawing near, then gently pulling away, then drawing closer again, like a bee gathering nectar, watering me with drops of sweetness, the bee gently inserting its proboscis into the depths of the nectar to savor it. A moan becomes a flower song, like a dance, softly humming near and far, high and low. The bees flitted about in the flower's heart, savoring every drop of nectar, disturbing the morning dew. The dewdrops fell gently from the flower, like a grand opera in a Vienna concert hall, where no one slept tonight.
No one slept tonight, the palace trembled, no one slept tonight, the city was filled with sorrow…
Looking back—the most beautiful girl was beside me, no one slept, no one slept…
even you, oh princess, we gaze at the stars, their twinkling filled with love and hope
… Yet, my secret
is hidden in my heart, no one knows my heartache, only on your lips will I speak of it, then the starlight shines, your kiss melts the silence, your joy will cover all my sorrow.
When I woke in the morning, I saw Wang Dan.
Wang Jing's sister's date didn't seem to go well; she returned early. Wang Jing and I slept in the living room, embracing each other, our bodies still joined, only the sunlight bathing us.
The music continued to play softly. Wang Jing's sister looked on in surprise, her face flushed like an apple, her cheeks heaving. I think Apple had been watching us for a long time. When I woke up, I found her staring intently at our point of contact. Apple's eyes were slightly glazed, a hint

of sisterly affection in them
. Like Wang Jing, Apple was a typical Shanghai woman—skinny, tall, with a face like a sketch, sharply defined curves, the kind that was captivating. I opened my eyes, and Apple's eyes met mine. The light in her eyes was either a volcano or a rainbow, but it was radiant. Wang Jing could also sense my arousal.
Wang Jing said, "Ugh, you're here again so early in the morning." I didn't say anything, just pointed.
Wang Jing exclaimed, "Sister, when did you get back?" Apple immediately withdrew her gaze and said, "I've been watching a great movie for an hour already. Aren't you ashamed?" Wang Jing looked around for something to cover herself, but everything was too far away. Apple casually tossed a piece of clothing over and went inside, and Wang Jing followed.
Wang Jing said, "Sister, really, you don't even know how to avoid it."
Wang Dan said, "I was startled when I came in, but seeing you two so close, it was really beautiful, so I sat down there and forgot about it."
Jing laughed and said, "How was last night? Did that handsome guy seduce you?"
Wang Dan said, "He was handsome, but I didn't seduce him, I was disgusted."
Wang Jing said, "I felt disgusted all night, which is not like you at all."
Wang Dan hesitated for a moment and said, "Who knew that in the end he would actually... What's wrong with you? You've gone too far, you're still in the living room when you get home." Being a girl, she still didn't reveal the reason.
Wang Jing didn't answer Wang Dan's question, but smiled and said, "Is he handsome?" Wang Dan said, "Ordinary people, with a hint of cunning on their faces." Wang Jing said, "He's our colleague."
Wang Dan was surprised and said, "You've fallen for your colleague? You've never been interested in guys from big companies in a small company like yours."
Wang Jing said very seriously, "I might really be in love with him, and from the deepest part of my heart."
Wang Dan looked at his sister and asked with a wicked smile, "Is he good?" Wang Jing said, "In what way?"
Wang Dan said, "You mean in what way?" Wang Jing laughed, bending over with laughter, and said, "He's amazing! I've never felt anything before, but this time I'm so excited!" Up to heaven.
Wang Dan said depressedly: "Do you know why I divorced?" That's it. Wang Jing put her arms around her sister's neck and said coquettishly, "My sister is so slutty."
Wang Dan said seriously: "When you grow up, you will realize that it is a woman's nature to be licentious." "Wang Jing said: "But I feel that only with him in my life can my soul and soul be integrated. "Wang Dan said:
"When a woman is hung in the air, the feeling of loss is indescribable. Wang Jing said: "I support you, but you have to keep my affairs confidential." "
I didn't have the nerve to see the woman who had seen my body again, so I sighed and left.
When I got back to my place, it was already 10 o'clock in the morning. People got up very late on Saturday morning, and the breakfast stalls were not cleared yet. I had no appetite and just wanted to take a good nap.
The Midnight Elf The dancing wings made me exhausted.
I went upstairs gently, not wanting to disturb anyone, especially the basketball. Her smile was like the stamens of a summer flower trembling, and you could see the scattering of pollen, which made your eyes blurry
.
When I got to the door, I was truly stunned. A figure was curled up by my doorway, eyes half-closed, a shapely figure, and slightly parted red lips. Dou Dou seemed to be asleep.
I gently carried Dou Dou into the house and placed her on the bed, letting her sleep peacefully.
I sat beside her, but I was no longer sleepy. A short while later, Dou Dou opened her eyes.
I said, "You're awake. Sleep a little longer." Dou Dou said, "You're back." Dou Dou opened her eyes and closed them again, shifting her body slightly before curling back up on the bed.
I took her hand and laughed, saying, "Why don't you just ambush me? It's always like this." Dou Dou smiled lazily and said, "I wanted to catch you cheating, to see if you're very well-behaved, to see if there's another woman in your room?"
I laughed and said, "Did you catch her?" Dou Dou said, "No the first time, you were very well-behaved, but this time..." As she spoke, Dou Dou sat up and sniffed me all over.
I said, "Don't act like a sniffer dog, I don't have any drugs on me." Dou Dou retorted loudly, "You smell like a woman! Tell me what you did last night!"
I lit a cigarette and laughed, "How did you know my address?" Dou Dou said, "Don't change the subject, confess."
I laughed and said, "Tell me first, I'll tell you." Dou Dou laughed and said, "That's easy, I'll just call your company and say the police are investigating."
I pinched her butt and laughed, "You're so cunning, I'll have to be careful next time."
Dou Dou said, "Tell me, I smell alcohol, a woman, and something else." I looked at Dou Dou's serious face and said helplessly, "I drank a lot last night because an arrow pierced my heart, and blood flowed out. After drinking, I..." I was afraid of being alone; it hurt my heart even more. I went to the all-night video arcade next door. I needed noise; that way, my heart could calm its surging blood.
DouDou seemed to realize something, but still persisted, "What about the taste of women?" I said, "There are women in bars, and women in video arcades. I closed my eyes in the video arcade, and slowly my heart's blood flowed slower and slower until I fell asleep. When I woke up, a woman was touching me. Seeing that I had opened my eyes, she said, 'No business today, please do me a favor, brother.' I didn't say anything, and closed my eyes again. She started eating. My heart was broken, shattered. It's like a caterpillar, always shrinking in a corner."
As I said this, I really wanted to go back to that environment again, and my heart started to ache again.
My expression turned serious. I didn't know what DouDou was doing again, but I was in real pain.
DouDou said, "Shameless! You can do this in a video arcade."
I laughed and said, "Video arcades offer this kind of service."
DouDou asked again, "And then?" I said, "She was a little tired, panting, and asked me what was wrong. She seemed listless. I handed her 200 yuan, but she was very serious and said she couldn't take the money for nothing. Then she started eating again, with very high skill. I felt no pleasure at all. My heart started bleeding again. I didn't know if I was right or wrong. My demons were tormenting me."
DouDou asked, puzzled, "Your demons?"
I said the person I liked was the demon that tormented me. There was a demon within me, and they often argued.
One said, "A toad wants to eat swan meat."
Another said, "Someone has to eat swan meat."
One said, "Matching is most important, otherwise they can't dance together. One dances ballet, the other disco."
One said, "After they finish dancing, they can eat together, talk together, and sleep together." One said,
"That might be sleeping in the same bed but dreaming different dreams. The ballerina dreams of four little swans, the disco dancer dreams of a deafening dance hall."
One said, "But they always wake up eventually, and when they wake up, they can eat together, talk together, and sleep together again."
One said, "There are Chinese and Western meals."
One said, "In China, everyone eats Chinese food; Western food is just a side dish. We can try that."
As he spoke, Cupid shot an arrow into my heart.
One said, "How is it?"
One said, "This world is beautiful."
One said, "I'll pull it out."
I said to DouDou, "And as he said that, he really pulled it out, and my heart started bleeding, and it's been bleeding ever since. Now my bleeding might stop."
DouDou asked, "Why?"
I said, "My Yunnan Baiyao has arrived."
I stared blankly at DouDou, expressionless. I didn't know the devil's changes, but I knew he was at least trying to cover my wounds. DouDou
cried and threw herself into my arms, sobbing, "I didn't know you'd be so heartbroken. If I had, I wouldn't have made that joke." She kissed me, my face covered in kisses.
I said, "It's alright. I know how important you are to me."
DouDou said, "I've become a sinner. I almost tormented you to death. In just one night, your heart was broken. Do you know how I felt waiting for you?"
DouDou's breasts pressed desperately against my chest, tears streaming down her face.
I said, "I'm bad. I shouldn't have said those things." I stroked her trembling back; my heart was pounding erratically.
DouDou said, "You should have said it. I wanted to know you loved me to death." She then kissed my chest like a chicken pecking at rice.
I said, "I do love you to death. I'm not drunk from alcohol, but I'm absolutely smitten by your love." I stroked DouDou's face.
Suddenly, DouDou raised her head and said earnestly, "You want me? I'll give myself to you. Don't go to the video arcade anymore." In an instant, DouDou pounced on me and stripped me naked, but I still cowered like a little insect.
DouDou said, "What's wrong with you? You're always so energetic, and you're still angry with me." DouDou gently stroked me.
But I was lifeless. Delicious food and boundless spring colors were before me, but last night's dancing had exhausted me. I struggled, and gradually I began to recover, but I was still barely holding on.
I saw a garden full of spring colors. This was my garden, the garden I had always longed for. I walked along the gate, stumbling and failing each time. I saw the path to the garden, I saw the flowers, but I was powerless to push open the gate.
DouDou said, "Don't rush, you're all sweaty." She wiped her saliva, and though weak, it slipped in easily. But halfway in, a barrier blocked her way. Already frail, she could only retreat. I said
, "If it weren't for the hymen, I'd think you were a slut, at least you know how to lubricate."
I laughed and forced myself to move. Though I only took a small step, I was already in heaven.
DouDou said, "I secretly watched and found out."
Her moans were soft as she tried to cooperate. Though clumsy, her alluring breasts swayed, and I gradually felt a surge of energy.
DouDou said, "It's big now, push harder." DouDou's shyness excited me.
I said, "It will hurt a lot." I gently touched her proud breasts and took them into my mouth.
DouDou's moans grew louder. I said, "I'm going in."
DouDou said, "Go in, oh, it hurts so much!" Tears welled up in DouDou's eyes. I stopped abruptly, and with the slightest movement, drops of blood began to flow.
DouDou seemed bewildered, blankly asking, "I'm bleeding?"
I smiled and said, "Your purest blood." DouDou said, "But it hurts so much, be gentle."
I said, "I haven't moved."
DouDou said shyly, "I want you to be gentle."
I began my assault, DouDou's breasts undulating rhythmically, the path in the garden widening, soon the water flowing into a stream, cascading down the ravines. After the exhausting dance, I was fearless, charging forward, undeterred. DouDou trembled.
"Does it hurt?" I asked with concern, looking into her eyes.
DouDou bit her lower lip and shook her head. Actually, DouDou didn't want to spoil my pleasure, so she gritted her teeth and endured the slight pain.
"Mmm..."
DouDou let out a soft moan, feeling her body sink, and without resistance, I entered her deeply...
DouDou had never experienced the pain of such a massive object penetrating her, and tears streamed down her face.
I didn't rush to enjoy myself. I gently put my arm around DouDou's shoulders and asked reluctantly, "Baby, does it hurt a lot?"
DouDou was in excruciating pain, but she didn't want to spoil my mood, so she gritted her teeth and shook her head.
I gently licked away the tears on DouDou's face with my tongue, and then kissed her forehead tenderly. The worm inside DouDou's body slowly began to move rhythmically.

79. Two-Faced Beauty
...
"Little baby, your hole is so warm and comfortable!" I whispered flirtatiously in DouDou's ear.
"I... feel... comfortable too..."
...
She seemed hypnotized, her eyes tightly closed, her mouth emitting "hmm...hmm...hmm..." breaths, her hands twitching, her fingers unconsciously gripping my back.
...
DouDou became even more excited, her legs bent inward, wrapping around my buttocks, as if wanting me to go deeper and deeper.
"Brother Chao...so...comfortable..."
...
After DouDou's body gushed forth like a tidal wave, I carried the limp, naked, stunningly beautiful woman to the bed, had her lie on her back, and stood between her snow-white legs
...
As if to boast to the entire city about how I had ravaged a celestial beauty, leaving her breathless and exhausted, I launched wave after wave of frenzied attacks.
...
Although Dou Dou was limp as a rag doll, she still tried her best to respond beneath me, yielding and yielding in every way, until I ejaculated wildly, shooting my gushing fluids into her parched valley. Only then did our naked bodies remain tightly entwined, kissing passionately, panting...immersed in the wonderful afterglow of our lovemaking.
Unbeknownst to us, the sun was already high in the sky, and we finally calmed down a little.
Dou Dou, still pressed tightly beneath my burly body, couldn't help but wonder if I had taken some kind of aphrodisiac?
When I mischievously asked her if she was feeling well, Dou Dou blushed shyly and whispered, "Com...com...well."
Then, with a mix of shyness and curiosity, she asked me, "You...you...did...you...take...some...medicine?"
She finally managed to finish the question, her face flushed crimson.
I, on the other hand, proudly boasted to her, "How could I? Especially with you, I would never take medicine."
Dou Dou became even more confused and curious: "Why...why...especially...especially...with me...when?"
As soon as she finished speaking, her pretty face turned red again, utterly shy.
With a smile in my eyes, I reached out and stroked her pretty face: "My beautiful woman, who told you to be so beautiful? I only want to truly possess you."
Hearing me say this, Dou Dou's heart pounded wildly; she was both shy and bashful, yet secretly delighted.
I saw the gentle, stunningly beautiful woman tenderly and delicately rubbing my firm, dark chest muscles with her lovely hands, asking with a charming and shy tone, "Then...then...your...body...can...take it...for...so...long...everytime...?"
Her voice grew softer and softer until it was almost a whisper, her beautiful face flushed crimson, making her breathtakingly gorgeous.
Hearing DouDou's gentle, charming, affectionate, and shyly coy words, I smiled even more smugly.
After saying this, I embraced her soft, boneless body, and after a long, tender, and affectionate kiss, I whispered in her ear, "From now on, you have to call me 'good brother' like you did just now, okay?"
Hearing this, Dou Dou couldn't help but recall her earlier passion, and was instantly filled with shame. She playfully pounded my chest, "No...no...what if someone...hears...how...how can I face anyone?"
I didn't force her, and kissed her, saying, "Then you can call me 'brother' in bed! Darling...I like it!"
Dou Dou stopped protesting, as if she had agreed to my request.
...
At the moment Dou Dou cried out, she also erupted in a brilliant heat, soaking my bed and a large area of the sheets.
Dou Dou's limbs were tightly wrapped around my body, motionless as she received my thick, abundant nourishment, as happy as a bride on her wedding night.
The two of us, who had just experienced the greatest passion, remained entwined, reluctant to part, embracing each other and kissing sweetly.
The room was filled with sweat and a strong odor. Still lingering, I continued to lick her, my body drenched in sweat and exuding a sweet, intoxicating fragrance. She
was perfect and translucent, as if I wanted her to melt back into my arms.
I gazed deeply into DouDou's eyes and confessed my love: "Baby, I love you, will you marry me?"
DouDou didn't answer. After a while, sensing my renewed arousal, she grabbed me hard and said, "You're a typical madman."
DouDou's words were no longer coherent; amidst groans, I descended into madness.
I wandered aimlessly through the forest, thrusting my sword wildly wherever I went, causing flowers and grass to ooze sap and tree trunks to bear marks. The flowers and grass swayed and trembled wildly, and my demon would step forward and stab them again, causing the flowers and grass to groan and fall. The devil, brandishing his sword, rushed to the door and charged in without hesitation. A shower of petals rained down on him like meteors. The devil brandished his sword, the petals falling upon it, the sword drinking blood, its eyes red. He then fiercely thrust at the source of the stream, causing the water to gush forth. After a few thrusts, a torrential downpour of petals drenched the devil's head. The devil's sword, unable to withstand the warmth, trembled involuntarily. The garden trembled as well; the two shockwaves intersected, an earthquake struck, and the volcano erupted once more.
DouDou, exhausted, lay down on the bed, her starry eyes half-closed.
Her neck, connecting to her collarbone, traced an elegant curve, highlighting her beautiful face, completely devoid of her previous madness. Her spinal groove cascaded down to her buttocks, and sparse downy hair dotted her smooth, delicate armpits, adding to her allure. Her small navel on her flat stomach was captivating.
Her breasts were layered, obscuring the cleavage, yet their softness flowed like water. Her slender waist accentuated her already pert buttocks, and her long legs, slightly closed, offered a subtle allure. I gently held her and drifted off to sleep.
As the streetlights began to illuminate Huaihai Road, Dou Dou clung tightly to my arm amidst the crowd.
I said, "I won't get lost," I smiled, my pride evident on my face.
Dou Dou said, "I'm afraid you'll get lost." Her smile was somewhat mysterious.
I said, "How could I get lost?" I was surprised.
Dou Dou said, "There are so many pretty girls on the street. I just saw one girl who wasn't wearing any clothes, just to attract attention."
I said, "I didn't see that," I pretended to look around.
DouDou said, "That's because I didn't pinch you hard enough. Your drool was practically dripping from your mouth. If I hadn't pinched you, you probably would have caught up with me." As she said this, my bottom was punished again, this time quite hard.
I said, "How was it?
Pretty good haul this time, huh?" I changed the subject. DouDou said, "Things in Shanghai are so fashionable and cheap, but the ring you bought me was too expensive. You must have spent all that money." DouDou twirled the ring on her wrist, her face beaming, and then said, "What are we going to do later?" Although I was very tired, I didn't want to disappoint DouDou. "Let's go to a bar.
" Finally home, I wanted to take a shower, but I was a little tired and wanted to relax. DouDou said, "I'll shower with you." She squeezed in.
Hot water poured over me, and I just wanted to close my eyes.
I said, "Don't touch me." I realized DouDou was there again.
DouDou said, "You were so careless when we were showering, making me hurt again. You felt good, but no way, I'll make you die from exhaustion." She pressed herself against me, rubbing against me.
I said, "This is the third time already, no more." I chuckled.
DouDou said, "I want it, I don't want it anymore, it's inside, mmm." DouDou moaned.
DouDou still had plenty of energy; she hadn't even eaten dinner and wanted to go to a bar.
When we got to the bar, it wasn't too crowded. The rhythm of jazz was melodious and relaxed; this hybrid of blues, ragtime, and other musical genres easily dissipated one's will and made one relax. John Coltrane's "Round Midnight" played softly in my ear, like a mournful lament. The shouts, screams, and moans, smooth, suffocating, and loud, made me feel as if I were truly in a black field. Despite the language barrier, we still talked to each other.
DouDou said, "There really aren't places like this in Wuhan. There are imitators, but none as pure."
I said, "What's national is also international, yet we still idolize foreign things. I heard this owner copied a rural American bar exactly."
Dou Dou tilted her head and said, "In a place like this, I just want to lie in your arms and sleep." I smiled and said, "Then sleep, child."
The music changed rhythm but continued. Dou Dou leaned against me, her eyes half-closed, while I stared wide-eyed.
Wang Jing and her sister were sitting at two or three tables, drinking. I don't know if they saw me, but my heart was racing.
Dou Dou said, "Let's not drink anymore, let's listen to some music." Dou Dou's eyes were hazy; she was as gentle as cotton, leaning softly against me. A feeling of happiness welled up inside me, but so did my embarrassment.
Wang Jing walked over gracefully and said, "Li Chao, are you drinking alone?" Seeing the cotton-like girl beside me, her face immediately turned from water to sunshine. "This is your girlfriend, so beautiful."
Dou Dou also perked up; there's always an inexplicable rivalry between beautiful women. They greeted each other and chatted like old friends, their smiles bright and their conversation flowing freely. But I knew this was a contest, and smart women always go into battle with a smile, because a smile is the most powerful weapon.

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