Legend of the White Tiger

When I was in college, I didn't have much of an impression of Junjun. I saw her, but didn't know her. She wasn't tall, probably only about 1.62 meters, slender and thin, with big eyes. Besides these descriptions, I couldn't seem to find any other sense of this girl. Actually, as you can see from my description, she was very pretty. Pretty girls are the object of discussion and study among boys on campus, but I didn't remember her, and I wasn't the only one who felt this way.
Why was that? The answer seems to be that she had a boyfriend from the moment she entered the university, and I never saw them separate. As the saying goes, "A flower has an owner, a gentleman does not pursue it," and how could a person of integrity like me linger and flutter around, losing my dignity?
Junjun's boyfriend was named Zhao Gang, from Qinghai, but he wasn't a rugged, burly man like a Tibetan. He was more like a cultured scholar from the Central Plains, with a hint of fortitude only revealed in his seemingly feigned coldness in his eyes.
He and Junjun were in the same department and class, studying inorganic chemistry, and he returned to his hometown alone after graduation. Later, I asked Junjun why she hadn't gone to Qinghai with him. Junjun said Zhao Gang's family wouldn't let her go, nor would they let her stay.
A profitable state-owned enterprise came to our school and forcibly took Junjun, me, and about a dozen others. This company was building a new project, and the leadership felt we were new talent, aiming to strengthen the company's culture, so they assigned us to participate in the equipment installation work. The factory was full of equipment and parts; just the part numbers alone were enough to keep us getting used to. It was during this process of adapting to the work that I met Junjun.
After getting to know Junjun, I discovered that her personality was both melancholic and cheerful. At school, Zhao Gang's pretentious maturity and composure made her seem introverted, but here, influenced by our madness, she laughed loudly all day long. It was also at this time that I truly discovered her beauty. Her face was as slender as her body, but this slenderness was accentuated by her large eyes, paired with a small, straight nose, and a slightly large but well-proportioned and very sexy mouth, making her entire face harmonious and wonderfully beautiful.
My love for her blossomed without me even realizing it. She loved playing with me, saying things like, "You're so funny, I'm dying of laughter!" This was an affirmation of my humor, so I used that to my advantage, drawing her to my side. In a moment when it was just the two of us, we kissed and made love, laughing.
I remember it was lunchtime. Usually, the workers would work until 11:30 and then rest on the floor waiting to go home, but for us energetic young people, it was the perfect opportunity to play. So, some were fooling around, some were chasing each other, some were approaching girls to flirt—everyone was doing their own thing. Junjun
and I played hide-and-seek, hiding further and further away until we finally reached the large warehouse where equipment parts were stored. In this massive building, this warehouse was separated from the installation hall by two large doors. After everyone left the factory and closed the doors, we didn't hear them. We
were trapped. I cried, she laughed. It's strange how things can be so exciting and stimulating at times like this. We chased and played wildly like madmen, and when I realized something was wrong, I found myself on top of her. A pair of large, dark eyes were looking at me, her face flushed, her breathing rapid. I kissed her, touching her slightly parted, full lips briefly, then fully engulfing them.
Everyone knew that Zhao Gang and Junjun had rented a place off-campus and lived together during their sophomore year. So when she turned her head and slipped her tongue into my mouth, I felt her practiced kissing skills. Then, I started groping around, lifting her clothes to expose her breasts for me to fondle. But before I could even reach her breasts through her bra, she had already unzipped my pants, her snake-like hand reaching in to grab my penis.
I'd never experienced such a direct action before, and shock was written all over my face. She laughed, a laugh that made me embarrassed, unable to kiss her open lips. I moved, lifting her clothes even higher, pulling up her bra to reveal her breasts. Her breasts weren't very large, but they were petite and delicate, full and round. I took them in my mouth, sucked on her nipple a few times, but that wasn't enough, so I started biting with my teeth. As
my mouth moved across her breasts, my hands became even more eager, reaching down to pull at the waistband of her pants that she was tightly covering. She stopped laughing, pulled her hands out of my pants, and said, "No! Don't do this!"
My mouth was wet, but my throat was dry, so I got up and pleaded, "I won't do anything, just look, touch, okay?"
After pleading a couple of times, she agreed, letting go of my hands so I could take off my pants. Ah! White, clean flesh, a small groove extending from the prominent pubic bone of her vulva into the cleft of her thighs. I'd never seen anything like it! It was so beautiful, like an enlarged version of a child's vulva.
Involuntarily, I buried my head down, my tongue heading straight for that groove. The groove was closed, so I couldn't kiss much, but I kissed it relentlessly, my hands lifting her buttocks, greedily pulling them close to my face.
When I first kissed her, she laughed loudly while trying to block me with her hands, but now she was silent, excitedly wriggling her hips, clearly trying to spread her legs but unable to because of her pants. I felt it, sat up abruptly, grabbed her legs that were outstretched to me, and pulled them down along with her socks and underwear.
Freed from her restraints, her legs immediately parted, and as I leaned down, her legs rose up, resting perfectly on my shoulders. The coordination was too perfect; my mouth was right in front of her, facing her slightly parted labia. Actually, I didn't want to lick; her vaginal opening was wet, with white fluid oozing out, it didn't feel very clean, and there seemed to be a faint musky smell. I wanted to see; I had never seen such a smooth, hairless vulva, but her actions forced me into a licking position. I was
caught in a dilemma, my impulse was too strong, and my tongue licked the relatively clean area above. That was her clitoris. I pried it open with my hand, and a tiny red bean peeked out from under the foreskin. It was quite pretty, and my desire to lick it grew stronger. I pulled my tongue back and forth, and finally just sucked on it, like a nipple.
Junjun moaned, her soft whimpers fueling my desire even more. I was intoxicated, licking greedily until my tongue was covered in a sticky mess. The salty taste stimulated my taste buds, enticing me to probe deeper into the opening.
I went in a little, and felt a contraction. Suddenly, Zhao Gang appeared in my mind—first his face, then his figure seen from afar. Back in school, we'd occasionally see them pass by in the distance, and we'd discuss Zhao Gang's physique, his buttocks, and the size of his penis. Someone said they'd seen him showering with him and that it was huge, and we all thought that people from cold regions should have big penises.
My research on Junjun also started with her buttocks, because her breasts looked too ordinary from under her clothes to warrant further discussion. Her buttocks were small, so we assumed her vagina was small too, and wondered how it could withstand Zhao Gang's large penis. I found it very stimulating and enjoyable to have a big penis inside a small vagina, and they thought so too.
Leaving Junjun's vulva, I saw that the vagina, where my tongue had just been inserted, seemed to be wriggling, trying to open. I inserted a finger; it was warm. I pulled it out and added another finger; it was a little tight, but with a little force, it went in. The image of Zhao Gang from earlier was still fresh in my mind, and I could feel his thick penis going in and out.
I couldn't hold back any longer and said I wanted it, and Junjun quickly nodded in agreement. So I knelt up and took off my pants. Junjun laughed, saying I had too much hair. I didn't care about her; I climbed on top and thrust inside.
Young men are so impatient. After inserting, I think I used the amplitude and frequency of a dragonfly's wings, and I was about to ejaculate. I was scared and tried to pull out, but Junjun held my buttocks tightly and wouldn't let go. When I broke free, I couldn't stop myself and started ejaculating. Even after I pulled out, I was still ejaculating, a lot of semen, staining my vulva.
I asked her what to do, but she didn't seem to care. She got up and wanted to see my pubic hair. I said I was a blue dragon, pulled my pants down to my ankles, and lifted my shirt to show her. She was both surprised and amused. I proudly asked, "How sexy is it?"
Unexpectedly, she sniffled and said, "Disgusting!"
We're both young and don't care about a chance encounter. My only worry was that I ejaculated inside her vagina. I asked her several times, and she said it was fine. Later, we lay back down on a cotton swab and chatted. While chatting, we took our clothes off again and had sex. This time, she insisted I ejaculate inside, saying it was during her safe period.
It felt great to have sex inside. At our school, it was fashionable to have sex without a condom. After lights out, we'd talk about women, and if someone had sex without a condom, we'd be envious and admiring. Later, the more open-minded girls found out too, and some wouldn't even give in to guys who wanted to use a condom. This trend was based on self-control. If you failed and ejaculated inside, everyone would know, so everyone was careful. At the slightest sign of trouble, they'd immediately pull out their penis and wouldn't dare continue. The ejaculation process usually involved rubbing it out with their hands for a long time.
Junjun was in her safe period and so confident, so of course I wanted to go all out. First, I did it head-on, then I had her ride me, and finally I knelt down and fucked her hard, holding her buttocks. When I ejaculated, I thrust in as deep as possible with every stroke, making sure every drop of fluid was fully inside, causing Junjun to tremble and enjoy the orgasm.
From that day on, Junjun and I had our own privacy, which made our relationship better. After dinner, if I didn't go to the internet cafe or hang out with the boys in our dorm, I would go with Wang Xiaogang to the girls' dorm to find Junjun.
The girl who lived with Junjun was named Zhang Qian. She was a vocational school student, a little short and slightly chubby, round-faced, but pretty and interesting. We called her "Meatball" behind her back. Wang Xiaogang was her boyfriend and always hung out in their dorm. When I went there, it felt like I was pursuing Junjun, and Wang Xiaogang threatened to tell Zhao Gang.
Qinghai is only three or four hundred kilometers away from here, and Zhao Gang would come about half a month, staying in Junjun's dorm and having sex with her. Wang Xiaogang said that Meatball initially always gave them space, but later she simply slept with the curtain drawn, but she was bothered by the sound of Zhao Gang having sex with Junjun, so she let him stay in the dorm too, so they could each have their own, and it wouldn't be so uncomfortable.
After I slept with Junjun, I no longer had to listen to Wang Xiaogang's boasting, because Junjun explained things in more detail. Junjun said Zhao Gang's penis was much bigger than mine. She said she was initially afraid of him when they first started dating in college, but she got used to it, experienced orgasms, and started to like it. Once, Zhao Gang came to visit her and stayed for two nights. I didn't dare go to her dorm, but while I was at work, I overheard her say, "I just did it once yesterday, twice last night, and again this morning."
I asked her if it was comfortable, and she said it hurt a little this morning. I said it was too much and might have damaged her, so I wanted to see how badly she'd been fucked. When we got to the equipment room in the warehouse, I made her take off her pants to show me. Sure enough, they were red, and there was even semen leaking out; there was also a stain on the sanitary pad on her waistband. I asked if she wasn't afraid of getting pregnant, and she said no. I was excited and wanted to fuck her, but she was afraid someone would see and wouldn't let me. I grabbed her and forced it in. It was so slippery inside, incredibly stimulating. I was about to ejaculate after just a few thrusts. I asked her, and she said it was okay to ejaculate, so I recklessly ejaculated inside her.
But this very act of sex between the machine parts actually got Junjun pregnant. A month later, her period didn't come. After another two weeks, she rushed to the hospital, and it was confirmed she was pregnant. She said it was mine. I said I only did it once, and Zhao Gang had done it so many times, how could she be sure it was mine? She said she had been having sex with Zhao Gang for three years and had never gotten pregnant before. Strangely, she could get pregnant just by having sex with me.
I was very surprised and asked her more questions. Apparently, they were very careful at first, always using condoms. But one time, they were having sex in the woods without a condom, and Zhao Gang, who was used to using a condom, forgot to ejaculate inside her. It happened to be Junjun's ovulation period, so they were worried for a while, but then it turned out nothing happened. They tried a few more times, and nothing happened. They started living together and had sex almost every day, but she never got pregnant. Zhao Gang said Junjun was a virgin, and virgins don't get pregnant.
Damn it! I got Baihu pregnant; it seems Qinglong is really something. Once it was confirmed I was the one who got her pregnant, I figured out how to handle the aftermath. Wang Xiaogang, who did the abortion, knew this; that guy is a real jerk. He told others, and they spread the word, eventually reaching Zhao Gang's ears.
Zhao Gang slept with Junjun for three days, and Junjun's eyes were red every day when she came to work. On the fourth day, Zhao Gang left, and Junjun's eyes were even redder. I asked her, and she said Zhao Gang didn't want her anymore and had broken up with her. I was somewhat happy, but I comforted her and told her to try and win him back. Unexpectedly, she actually took this stupid suggestion. She took a few days off and went.
That night, I was certain she wouldn't come back, imagining them having sex. The next day, I imagined her coming back crying, preparing words of comfort, but she didn't show up. On the third day, I started to worry. On the fourth day, I cursed myself, thinking, "Damn, what a brilliant idea! Now look what's happened, they've reconciled."
A whole week later, Junjun returned, a smile on her face that I didn't want to see. Although there was a certain sadness in that smile, it was always a smile, which disappointed and regretted me, making me want to cry.
Junjun told me that she wanted to break up with me, that we could only talk, but not have sex. I was heartbroken, but there was nothing I could do, so I dragged Wang Xiaogang to a bar to drink and poured out my troubles to her. Under the influence of alcohol, I told her about my love for Junjun, my feelings so sincere that I was in tears. Actually, this was just a trick. I knew that this guy couldn't keep his mouth shut and would tell Rouwanzi, and Rouwanzi, being soft-hearted, would of course tell Junjun. Sure enough, Junjun's attitude at work improved a lot, and she was even willing to go for a walk with me by the Yellow River in the evening.
The gentle evening breeze carried the pungent scent of green vegetation, penetrating my heart and lungs. I wanted to talk about something else, but somehow the topic turned to her trip to Qinghai. She said that Zhao Gang agreed to reconcile with her, but on two conditions: first, she was not allowed to see me, and second, his friend had to have sex with Junjun. I asked why, and she said that Zhao Gang wanted to prove that she listened to him. It was so strange. I asked if she'd slept with him, and she said yes. They took turns, and if she hadn't come back so late, he probably would have wanted to sleep with her for a couple more days.
I felt something was off. I thought if I loved her, she wouldn't have done this; Zhao Gang might just be playing with her. But I didn't say anything because there was a sweet look in her eyes when she mentioned Zhao Gang, and saying anything would only make her think I had ulterior motives.
As we walked, she said Zhao Gang was surprised she could get pregnant, and that he'd made her sleep with his friend to prove she could get pregnant, to see if he had any problems. I got angry and said to her, "What if you really get pregnant? You can just abort it. Won't it hurt your body? Just to prove he's impotent? Why don't you go to the hospital to check? Damn it!"
Junjun was unhappy and said, "If I get pregnant, I'll abort it. It's none of your business. If they find out Zhao Gang has a problem, he'll lose face. I don't care about having a child, but he cares about his reputation."
Three weeks later, Zhao Gang called Junjun, and she took a long-distance bus again. She left on Friday afternoon, got her way with him, and came back. On Monday, she was listless and lethargic at work.
Junjun said she wanted to go again, it was so exciting, two men on either side of her, their hands never idle, grabbing one on each side. I said, "You wouldn't mind two holes?" She asked how I knew, damn it! They actually fucked her ass.
I was really angry, but I tried to act like nothing was wrong and asked her how it felt, whether it hurt or felt good.
She said it hurt at first, but then they bought lubricant, so it didn't hurt as much, but it was still very uncomfortable, like she was going to poop, especially when they pulled out.
I said there must have been poop coming out, and she called me disgusting. I asked her, if it was so unpleasant, why did she let them do it? She said they wanted to try it, and she was excited, so she agreed.
"Actually, his friend's isn't big, it felt quite comfortable going in, but his is big, it was too uncomfortable going in, and her ass was swollen afterward," she said. Looking at her seemingly satisfied eyes, I thought she was very lewd and dirty, and I didn't want to go any further; the walk was pointless.
I didn't go to see her, and I tried to avoid Junjun at work. Whenever I had free time, I'd go to an internet cafe and find a secluded corner to surf the internet.
Sina.com's chat rooms were full of crazy people—threesomes, incest, group sex, all sorts of things. I chatted with a young woman who had threesome experience. She said it was great, but with skilled partners, the sex lasted a long time, and her legs would ache. I told her I had a girlfriend who secretly did threesomes and anal sex.
She got excited and asked how old my girlfriend was. I said twenty-two. She said usually only young women like her did this; she'd never heard of a teenage girl doing anal sex, it was too much. She asked how I knew, and I said my girlfriend told her. She got even more excited and wanted to try it. I asked if it was with me, and she said with my girlfriend. I immediately realized she was a fake woman, and my engorged penis instantly shrank back in anger.
I hid from Junjun, but after he found out, he simply ignored me. We were like enemies, not exchanging a single word at work.
This period has been incredibly difficult. Normally, when everything is fine, I feel like she's nearby, within my peripheral vision. Even without seeing her, I can hear her voice. Even when I can't see or hear her, knowing she's in the dorm and with whom brings me comfort and peace. But once I learn she's gone, gone to Qinghai, my heart burns and aches. I'm so sad I can't wait for nightfall. When night finally comes, I can't sleep at all. I think about her being fucked by two men, fucking her anus. I've seen that anus before—small, wrinkled, tight, even a finger can't fit, yet she has to endure Zhao Gang's huge penis. It must be so painful. I wonder if they're using condoms, if they'll make Junjun poop. Oh! My penis is hard, rock hard. I masturbate until I ejaculate, and only then can I barely fall asleep.
Junjun comes back and sees me rolling my eyes—those big eyes, rolling so hard, mostly white, almost black, like she hates me.
Two months passed in this daze. Then one day, Wang Xiaogang said Zhao Gang was coming and he was going to keep Rouwanzi company that night. He loved that; listening to Zhao Gang having sex with Junjun was incredibly exciting. Even Rouwanzi said she hadn't heard it in a long time and really wanted to hear it. I was furious and yelled at him. He knew I liked Junjun, so he said he'd go keep an eye on him that night, come back when he went to bed, and kick him out of the girls' dormitory too.
But Wang Xiaogang didn't come back that night. I called his cell phone, but it was off.
The next morning, he came back and grabbed me as soon as he entered, saying, "I couldn't get rid of Zhao Gang last night. Junjun wanted him to stay, and they pulled back the curtain and did it, and they even made us watch. They wanted us to do it for them too. It was so exciting! I wanted to, but Rouwanzi didn't want to."
I asked him what he saw, and he said he saw everything. Apparently, Junjun was a bald woman, and he said Zhao Gang's penis was huge, making Junjun want to scream but not dare.
"The most exciting part was when he fucked Junjun's ass, making his dick all yellow. Meatball and I watched, and we really admired Junjun's ass; it could really hold a lot, just like a foreign woman's."
Damn, hearing that made me so angry, my dick was rock hard.
The next night after dinner, I hid on a street stall and watched Junjun's dormitory. When the two of them came out, I followed them from a distance, all the way to the Yellow River. There were many people taking walks there. As they walked, they entered a grove of trees.
The weather was getting warmer, but it wasn't dark yet, so I walked closer and noticed someone watching. I went over and saw Junjun with her white ass sticking out, holding onto a tree branch, being fucked by Zhao Gang. It seemed Junjun didn't want to, and tried to get up, but Zhao Gang held her ass and wouldn't let go. A couple and a teenager were watching me from ahead. When they saw me coming, they tried to walk away, but stopped after a few steps. The woman muttered, "What a slut!"
My blood boiled, my body trembled, and I grabbed a half-brick and charged straight at them. In
one blow, Zhao Gang collapsed. Junjun's skirt, tucked into her waistband, didn't have time to pull it down; she grabbed me, crying and screaming. People rushed over. I threw the brick down and told Junjun to run. She glanced at Zhao Gang on the ground, then at me, then pulled down her skirt and ran.
The police detained me for a day, and then the factory leaders came and took me away. Zhao Gang, with four stitches in his head, didn't even bother to strangle me before getting into a car and fleeing.
Now things got interesting. Many people saw Junjun having sex and her naked buttocks, and the news spread throughout the factory; everyone was talking about it. She couldn't bear to stay any longer and resigned. I asked her where she was going, and she just hugged me and cried, which aroused me, and I also submitted my resignation.
This blow was really worth it; it completely turned Junjun into my girlfriend. We left the factory, rented a house in the city, and started living together.
At night, she rode on top of me, and I moaned happily. After a while, I wanted to see her hairless genitals, so I climbed into her crotch to study them, licking as I did so. Her vaginal opening was slightly open because of the previous sex, so I stuck my tongue in, forcefully pushing it all the way in, and I thought of Zhao Gang's penis inside. Looking at her anus, it was still small. I dipped my finger in some of the fluid from her vagina and inserted it; "plop," it went in.
She tilted her head, a mischievous look on her face, and asked, "Want me to do it there? I'll do it for you!"
As if on command, I jumped up, pulled her up to kneel, and tried to insert my penis, but it was dry and wouldn't go in. She then smeared her saliva on my penis before inserting it again, and it went in. Hehe! It felt really different, tight like a straitjacket.
I left my penis inside and began to admire her buttocks. Junjun was thin, but very well-proportioned, especially her slender waist, which I felt I could easily encircle with my hands. Her buttocks weren't large, but snow-white. Pulling out a little, her pointed buttocks left my stomach, and sure enough, there was yellowish fluid on half of my penis. I smeared some and held it to my nose; it smelled bad, but it stimulated my penis to become even harder, so I started thrusting.
The more I thrust, the more pleasurable it became, and the stronger the stench grew. Suddenly, she told me to stop, saying she had pooped on the bed and wanted me to carry her off the bed. I didn't want to leave her body, so I pulled her down and continued thrusting wildly.
I was about to ejaculate, I couldn't control myself, and I instinctively pulled out, spraying out a stream of thin, yellowish feces mixed with small, hard lumps. At the same time, my semen also gushed out, flowing into her still-open anus.
After cleaning up, Junjun said that Zhao Gang had made it so she couldn't hold her poop anymore, and asked me what to do. I asked her how she usually was, and she said she was fine, except when it came to penetration, she could hold it at first, but not the last few times, and she said Zhao Gang thought she was dirty. I said I liked it, that I found it quite enjoyable, and she was very happy. After we lay down, she kept asking me to hold her and kiss her constantly.
Junjun had almost no savings; she said she spent it all on Zhao Gang. I had over six thousand yuan, and I called Wang Xiaogang and a few other close friends to borrow, raising fifteen thousand yuan to start a business. The only
business I could think of was machine parts or installation, since I studied mechanical engineering. When I was installing, I remembered the installers saying that a certain manufacturer's screws were particularly good, so I inquired and found out that there was a distributor there, but it was just starting out and the sales network hadn't expanded yet. I asked to run the sales myself, explaining that I had limited funds and needed their support to secure large deals. They agreed, but their commission was much lower than if I did it in cash.
After making arrangements, I went to find Wang Xiaogang and his team, and we went to the factory's supply department together. Because Junjun and I had become local celebrities, the salesman agreed to help us. After successfully securing the goods, the feedback was good. Although the profit margin was thin, the payment at the end of the month was still higher than my salary.
Junjun said that earning just one person's salary wasn't enough to make ends meet, so he went looking for work every day and eventually got a job at a small chemical plant in the suburbs.
The salesman in charge of standard parts at the factory was named Niu Zaixing. He didn't give me a lot of business, but he wasn't much older than me and was very curious about what happened to us in the woods that day. He mysteriously asked, "Is Yuan Jun really a white tiger?"
I said yes. He found it unbelievable and said he had never seen one. I joked that if I got a big deal, I would let Junjun show him. Damn it! This guy actually believed it, and the business he gave me that month almost made the distributor lose their teeth.
The words were already spoken, and I had to keep my promise, so I tried to persuade Junjun. Unexpectedly, Junjun readily agreed, saying it was just a look, and for the sake of business, he could do it without a problem. I said I wasn't willing, but she said she knew I truly loved her, and she loved me too, promising she wouldn't change her mind. So we hugged and kissed endlessly, our lips aching and weary, yet we still couldn't let go.
At the end of the month, after settling accounts, I earned nearly 20,000 yuan and happily treated Niu Gong to dinner. After a few drinks, I asked Junjun to lift her skirt so he could see her genitals. He blushed deeply, but his eyes wouldn't leave. Junjun got aroused and went over to him, pulling his hand to touch it. I wanted to stop her, but remembering it was a promise, I held back.
Seeing I didn't object, Niu Gong actually started touching her, and Junjun's expression became very excited, and I became excited too. Just then, the waiter pushed open the door, looking embarrassed and flustered. Niu Gong quickly pretended to be serious, but Junjun still wouldn't let go of her skirt, which almost made me ejaculate.
After dinner, I invited Niu Gong to my house for a visit, but he declined. I whispered to him, "When we get home, I'll let you have your way with me!"
He quickly shook his head, blushing as he left.
As soon as we entered the house, we both started taking off our clothes without thinking, as if we'd been holding back for a long time… After a vigorous session, I told her that watching her with other men in the hotel room was incredibly exciting, and she called me a pervert, just like Zhao Gang.
I said it was different; Zhao Gang was just playing with her, there was no feeling, but I loved her and wanted her to be comfortable. Even if someone else was having sex with her, as long as she was comfortable, I was particularly satisfied and excited. She was extremely pleased to hear that, hugging me and kissing me wildly, as cuddly as a kitten.
Junjun said that she felt very excited and aroused when someone saw her genitals, and if someone were having sex with her while watching, she would definitely be driven crazy with excitement. I asked why she felt that way, and she said it might be because Zhao Gang had made her like that. Back then, she loved Zhao Gang, but she always had sex with his friends in front of him.
I said, "You only feel excited when you're cheating on your husband!"
She laughed and said, "Yes, the more I love him, the more I want to do it to him in front of him."
I decided to call Niu Gong over to have sex with Junjun, but Niu Gong was also worried about this and kept making excuses. One weekend, I told Junjun he was working overtime and invited him over for drinks and a chat, and I finally managed to get him to come. The two of them drank more than half a bottle of baijiu (Chinese liquor), and then Junjun came back from outside. I gave her a wink, and when she went into the bedroom and came out again, she was only wearing her pajamas. When she sat down on the sofa next to Niu Gong, her pajamas were pulled up, and her lower body was basically exposed.
Niu Gong, emboldened by the alcohol, although a little embarrassed, still grabbed Junjun's buttocks at my urging. Junjun is a natural slut; as soon as she saw Niu Gong's hand coming over, she immediately reached for his crotch. Niu Gong tried to stop her, but I was already excited. I raised my glass to clink glasses with him, finished my drink, and put it down. Niu Gong's penis was already in Junjun's hand, and she was about to bend down and suck it.
When Junjun took Niu Gong's large penis into her mouth, my heart felt like a shattered bottle of mixed emotions. I felt despicable and lowly, using my own wife for a transaction. Then I looked at Niu Gong, who had already started reaching out to touch Junjun's buttocks and genitals. He sensed me watching him, his face showing embarrassment, his muscles stiff as he smiled at me.
I blurted out, "Touch, that pussy is so horny, it's only fun to fuck it when it's horny!"
When he felt comfortable touching it and comfortably thrust his cock into Junjun's mouth, I felt like I had lost all dignity. My wife was being fucked, and I was pretending to like it.
Damn it! It was so exciting, so stimulating. Although it was undignified and despicable, it couldn't stop the shameless desire that had already overflowed deep within me.
Niu Gong started fucking Junjun in front of me, and I excitedly pulled out my cock and masturbated. He felt embarrassed and made Junjun kneel on the sofa while he stood and fucked her. I wanted to see more clearly, so I went to the front and climbed onto Niu Gong's shoulders. I saw that Niu Gong's cock was black and big, hard and purplish, while Junjun's genitals were white and red. The contrast between the thrusting and the penetration was simply indescribable. I knelt on the sofa, grabbed Junjun's head, and kissed her, my voice trembling as I asked, "Was it good?" She nodded vigorously, her face flushed like a peach blossom, absolutely stunning.
I helped Junjun take off her pajamas, wanting Niu Gong to go even harder, but he couldn't hold on any longer and was about to pull out and ejaculate. I shouted, "Ejaculate inside! Ejaculate inside!" But Niu Gong didn't understand and ejaculated into his own hand.
I jumped off the sofa, grabbed my own semen, and went in, finishing in a few strokes as well. My semen can get pregnant, so I couldn't be careless and quickly pulled out and ejaculated.
Niu Gong came out of the bathroom, already tidied himself up. Looking at the naked Junjun, then at me, his face flushed and neck thick, he stammered, "I... I have to go!"
I carried Junjun to the bed. I guessed Niu Gong hadn't even left the yard downstairs when the phone rang, instructing me not to tell anyone, or he would have to quit like us. I said no problem, I could come and have sex with Junjun whenever I missed her. He chuckled dryly and told me not to worry about business.
He gave me the screws, such a large quantity, as a test; the real issue was that he couldn't neglect his old clients—they were all connected clients, not to be trifled with. Even so, Niu Gong still gave me almost half of the work. That was enough. Besides, I had other business to develop. I'd gotten to know the supply department people well, and with Niu Gong's help, I was trying to poach some other business.
Niu Gong practically became Junjun's lover, often coming over for drinks and chats, and when he felt like it, he'd have sex with Junjun. I bought condoms, just for myself; no one else needed them.
By the following summer, I started my own company, hoping Junjun wouldn't have to go to work and would help me, but she refused and wouldn't come back no matter what. I felt something was wrong, so I secretly went to her small factory to inquire. And lo
and behold! That slut was having affairs with many people there, her reputation was ruined, but the boss liked her and even put her in charge of the packaging workshop. I confronted her, and she became furious, saying she'd settle the score with me that night.
When she came back that evening, she said she just liked that kind of thing; everyone knew she wasn't a good person, and it was exciting. Even the workers and the gatekeeper dared to harass her.
I asked how it got like this, and she said that at first she only had sex with the factory manager, but then a supervisor tried to have sex with her. They were doing it in the office when a bunch of people walked in and saw everything, ruining her reputation. I said, "If that's the case, why are you still clinging to it?" She said that at first it was painful, but later hearing hurtful things actually got her excited.
Apparently, no one there treated her like a good person; someone had forced themselves on her, and being insulted and harassed was normal for her. Fortunately, those people eventually found out and only took advantage of her without harming her. Besides, the factory manager and other leaders protected her.
She said, "They all say White Tigers are really horny, men can only fuck them for fun, not marry them. Do you dare marry me?"
I said, "I'm Azure Dragon, who am I afraid of? Do you think you can love someone else? I was really bored back then, worrying that you'd leave me for Zhao Gang. What a waste! God created Azure Dragon and White Tiger, they're inseparable, haha!"
Junjun was so moved she almost cried. We hugged and cuddled, but damn it, it wasn't as exciting as when Niu Gong was around.
I was worried Junjun would get sick from messing around, so I warned her not to be too reckless. She said that since she could prevent other people's semen from entering, of course she wasn't afraid of viruses. I thought her White Tiger was really something else, maybe even invulnerable!
I wonder what special weapon I, Azure Dragon, have. She told me to find a woman to try it out. I said I loved her too much, everyone else was just a pile of shit in my eyes. She hugged and kissed me, asking what she was in my eyes. I said, of course, they're different, two piles.
Junjun has immunity, but Niu Gong doesn't. He knew he could have sex with Junjun's anus, so he wanted to try. However, after only two times, his penis became inflamed. He was so scared that he ran all the way to the hospital for examination and treatment. After recovering, he never dared to have sex with Junjun's anus again. Sometimes Junjun really wanted to have sex with her anus, so I had to do it. We did it frequently, until there was feces all over the floor. We had to use a plastic sheet as a bed sheet. Sometimes, we got so excited that we were covered in feces, mixed with some of her urine, reaching orgasm in the stench, and then we'd open the window to let the air
out. Since Junjun realized she had special abilities, she became even more wild and promiscuous. My company's business gradually expanded, and I had to hire a few employees. Well, ever since the four new employees started working, she'd been interested in visiting their dormitories on weekends. Before long, they were all involved together, and she'd come back and tell me who had the biggest penis and who had the smallest, asking me to fire the one with the smaller penis.
I was both angry and amused, and said, "Did I hire some gigolos for you?"
She jumped on top of me and retorted, "Isn't that right?"
Junjun really liked her employee Xiao He, so she would stay in their dormitory on weekends and not come back. When she was in a good mood, she would let four men take turns having sex with her. After a few weekends, one of the younger ones couldn't stand the lewd atmosphere and quit. I was so angry that I scolded Junjun, telling her that she must make sure the other person agrees before having sex, and not to drive away my employees.
But later, employees still quit, and by the end of the year, even her favorite Xiao He had quit. This hit her hard, and she asked me if she was ugly. I said she was very beautiful. She then asked if her vagina smelled bad, and I said no. She said why no one had sex with her, since everyone had quit. I asked what about the people in your company. She said they were all migrant workers. What kind of people can a private factory hire? Once, she gave someone oral sex, and his penis smelled bad and was covered in grime.
I was very busy, so I told her to find men online. For a while, she was secretly dating. When she was in the mood, she would tell me about the times she was having sex.
About two months later, I sensed something was wrong. After thinking about it for a few days, I realized Junjun had stopped nagging me about online acquaintances' penises, and I hadn't heard her mention her experiences of being sexually assaulted in a long time. She came home very late every day, either watching TV or sleeping, sometimes even staying at the factory in the suburbs.
A few days later, the problem arose. Junjun wanted to move out, saying she had a new boyfriend, that she couldn't have him, and that she wanted to marry him, begging for my forgiveness.
I felt like I'd been struck by lightning. I had wanted her to find her own fun so I could have time to focus on the company. Now was the perfect time, making a fortune, and next year I planned to buy her a car to drive around to brothels.
Damn it! How could this have happened? I was completely dumbfounded. What was all this for? It was all for her, Junjun! I loved her so much! I wanted to burst into tears.
Junjun had made up her mind. My tears didn't matter; they only made her angrier. She abandoned everything and left.
Damn it! "Fine, go ahead and go. Let's see where you go. Don't forget you're the White Tiger, and I'm the Azure Dragon. That's fate
. If you're so capable, don't come back. You'd better marry some scoundrel who kidnapped her and see if she'll bring you bad luck, you son of a bitch!" With Junjun gone, the house feels empty and strange. I'm busy at the company during the day, and bored when I get home at night. I want to call her, but thinking about how resolute she was when she left makes me angry. "Your grandpa is so great, damn it, I don't believe he'd grow a donkey's penis!"
But despite the cursing, longing fills the air.
There's a strand of her hair on the clean, tidy bedspread. I pull it off and examine it closely. It's thick, oily, and black. I think the White Tiger is truly extraordinary; even her hair is like a donkey's mane. No wonder she wanted a donkey's penis. It's a pity I'm a Azure Dragon for nothing; why didn't I grow a unique camel's penis?
I pulled back the bedspread, revealing countless love stains on the sheets, remnants of countless washes, almost creating a picture. I gently touched them, feeling Junjun's bare vulva right before my eyes, that indestructible, slutty cunt so clearly etched in my mind. This thing belongs to me in this world; no one can take it away. You can fuck it, you can have sex with it, but if you want to take it, you'll die. I don't even need to lift a finger; Junjun will take care of it for me, bringing ruin upon you, leaving you crippled and paralyzed.
A week passed, and Junjun still hadn't returned. I went to her factory to look for her. When she finished work, I saw her coming out to get a car, so I rushed up and grabbed her, begging her to come home with me. She said if I let her go back, I'd sell the company and spend every day with her. I asked what we'd eat, and she said enough to eat and spend as much as we needed, she didn't want that much money, she just wanted me to keep her company.
This is just childish nonsense. What am I supposed to do with this? What can we do besides discussing sex and seducing men? What other serious business can we have? A real man shouldn't be spending his time accompanying a woman to brothels and satisfying her lust. Even Bin Laden would laugh at that.
I said, "Your man can be with you every day."
She said that even though she works, she goes with him as soon as she gets off work. Suddenly, she excitedly pulled me aside and whispered mysteriously, "He got me a job as a prostitute in a karaoke bar. He collects money after other men have sex with me. He gives fifty for sex and a hundred for sex with an ass. It's so exciting, and several men want me at the same time."
I checked my teeth; they were still in my mouth. I cursed that damn pimp. I cursed under my breath, then saw Junjun's pretty, innocent face, flushed with excitement. I muttered to myself, "Damn it!
Even the most ordinary prostitute costs a hundred yuan, what does he take my wife for?"
She heard me and asked curiously if it was true, saying she wanted to go back and settle the score. She tried to run to her car, but I pulled her back. She turned and kicked me, laughing as she squeezed into the car.
A week later, I went to her factory again to wait for her, but she didn't come out. I asked the workers, and they said she had quit and left. This shocked me greatly. I hailed a taxi and drove to the city.
That night, I went to every nightclub, showing them her picture and asking around. At one o'clock, I returned empty-handed, lay in bed, and suppressed my longing, wondering if some scoundrel had kidnapped and sold her, and she was now someone's wife in the countryside. China is so big, who knows which village she's in? By the time I've searched everywhere, I'll be too old to walk. Maybe when we meet again, our faces will be wrinkled, and no one will recognize us. The more I thought about it, the sadder I became, and tears streamed down my face like a woman's.
The next morning, the sun shone directly onto the bed, so bright it blinded me. I got up and stood by the window; the air was fresh, the sun was shining brightly, and I couldn't help but laugh at my own ridiculous behavior the night before. Since God could create such a beautiful morning, He wouldn't have allowed any problems when He created this "white tiger" (a term of endearment for a woman with a white head). Even if someone sold her to a rural area to be someone's wife, that unlucky guy would die. What did I have to worry about? Haha! Time to go to work!
But week after week passed, and there was still no news from Junjun. Of course, my longing grew stronger and stronger. The reasons I used to comfort myself were no longer convincing, and my attention at work was also wandering. I was always forgetting things, doing one thing and forgetting another.
By the end of the year, I was almost at my breaking point, so I called my sister from my hometown, entrusted the company to her, and spent every day waiting for news at a private detective agency called "XX Civil Consulting."
There were only two people at the agency: the boss was in charge of the investigation, and his wife stayed on the phone. I told her, "You don't need to stay on the phone anymore. I'll give you the job, for free." She was really happy, handed me the keys, and went home.
There's a computer in the office, and since I wasn't getting a call, I went online to chat, talking about wives and girlfriends with other people.
One netizen liked to have his wife sleep with other men, but his wife didn't like threesomes, saying she couldn't relax and couldn't enjoy sex if he was there. So this friend let his wife find someone else to sleep with and then tell him about it. I was intrigued, so I told him about my relationship with Junjun, how she was a "white tiger" (a term
used to describe a woman with a strong, unattractive personality), how she ran off with someone else, and how much I missed her. I didn't expect this guy to be such a scholar of the "Azure Dragon and White Tiger" theory. He said that women like Junjun are naturally extremely seductive; they constantly seek new stimulation and new men to satisfy their psychological and physiological needs. They have almost no other pursuits—no money, clothes, houses, cars—they don't have any particular demands, only a strong need for sex.
I asked what to do, and he said there was no way, but the "Azure Dragon" could subdue her and bring her stability.
I told him I was Qinglong, but he didn't believe me and wanted me to video call him. So I connected to the video call, took off my pants, and showed him my front and back. Then I saw him type with admiration, "Really! I'm impressed!"
I explained that I've had a lot of body hair since puberty, with pubic hair connecting to my thighs, and my thighs and calves covered in hair, growing like a line all the way to my big toe. He looked at my face, and I said it was a beard that I had to shave every day. He then pointed to his chest and asked, and I said I had it.
After confirming that I was Qinglong, this guy was stumped, unable to explain why I hadn't been able to subdue Junjun
, the White Tiger. Finally, he had no choice but to tell me about the characteristics of a White Tiger, instructing me to satisfy its desires, to appease it first, and maybe one day I would gain the power to destroy the White Tiger.
Finally, the detective found out Junjun's whereabouts. That night, he took me to a very secretive brothel in the suburbs, where the entrance fee was outrageously expensive, and you needed an introduction. Of course, the detective had already taken care of all that.
From the outside, it appears to be just a large bathhouse and relaxation facility. Only inside is there an entrance to the underground complex. A staff member led us down to the basement, first to a changing room. After undressing, we entered an inner room, and through a door, we were directly into a luxuriously decorated small hot tub.
A large glass wall separated the tub from the women's tub. Men and women were soaking naked on floating chairs in the water. Staff members placed platters of wine and fruit into the tub, which then floated perfectly to the guests.
We weren't interested in the lavish atmosphere, so we crossed the tub to the other side and entered through the main door leading to the inner area.
Wow! A nude dance party. Although there weren't many people, everyone was naked. Some were dancing, some were chatting. The music was soft and decadent, tempting people to have sex. But there seemed to be some rules here; I didn't see any men and women sticking together and doing anything inappropriate. They were as polite to each other as if they were wearing clothes.
As I walked around, trying to appear indifferent, I noticed that even the civilized people were trying to pretend. You could tell from their erect yet concealed penises and their furtive, just like-minded, eyes.
Passing through this small hall, we arrived at a larger hall, but there were only a few people. There was a small stage in the middle, surrounded by sofas and tables—clearly a performance venue.
The detective told me that Junjun would be performing on this stage, usually starting around ten o'clock at night. So, we had no choice but to go to the concert hall, order drinks, and sit down to wait.
People from the pool gradually made their way into the concert hall, and soon it was bustling with activity, especially the women of varying sizes who seemed to be showing off their best features, walking around with their heads held high. To be honest, four or five of them were quite attractive, both in terms of figure and looks.
I looked at them, and they looked at me too. I knew my sexy pubic hair was also an asset, and sure enough, a woman came over and sat opposite me. I offered her my drink, which she accepted. After she finished, she complimented my pubic hair, and I proudly stood up to show it to her. Everyone around gathered to look, and suddenly a man in his fifties said, "What a pity! It's not connected in the middle!"
I wanted to ask him, but a dance tune started playing, and the woman in front of me had already extended an invitation.
The melody was very soft, and we involuntarily embraced and began to dance cheek to cheek. Her breasts were round and full, bouncing against my chest with each dance step. After a few steps, I felt my penis start to rise. Just as I was feeling embarrassed, the beautiful woman in my arms gave me a sweet smile, and with a step, she spread her legs, effectively hiding my embarrassing member in her crotch.
Excitement surged from the friction between her legs, guiding my brain to begin thrusting consciously or unconsciously.
She was also excited, climbing onto my shoulders, standing on tiptoe, carefully squeezing her legs together, thrusting as she did so, seemingly trying to align my penis. Suddenly, her hand swiftly reached down, and I felt it hook just a finger onto my penis before the glans entered her vagina. Her hand returned to my neck, and I held her buttocks tightly, moving gently to prevent the half-inserted part from slipping out.
We continued walking while still holding each other until the song ended, when a man came over and touched the woman in my arms. She immediately let go of me, almost jumping off the ground. He quickly introduced me, "This is my husband!"
My penis was still hard, and upon hearing this, I nodded and hurried back to the sofa. Just as I sat down, a waiter came up behind me and whispered in my ear, "Sir, sex is not allowed here. Don't do it again!"
I quickly nodded in apology.
It was almost ten o'clock when the detective and I entered the performance room and found seats at the front. People came in one after another, and after everyone was seated, a beautiful woman came out and performed a striptease on stage. Since no one here, from the waiters to the customers, was clothed, the striptease on stage seemed pointless. Fortunately, she seemed to understand this; her movements were flashy and quick. After undressing, a waiter brought her props such as cigarettes, eggs, bananas, and beer. The woman then began to perform feats like smoking with her vagina, opening bottles, and eating eggs. What I admired most was her ability to open beer bottles; I don't know how such tender flesh could open a cap that would be difficult even with teeth.
After the performance, the audience applauded haphazardly. Then came the nude dances and songs, each performance ending with the performer being auctioned off. The winning bidder could enjoy the woman's services. There were also male performers, with women bidding for them.
Finally, Junjun took the stage. She was as beautiful as an angel, completely naked except for a few transparent ribbons around her shoulders. Behind her followed a row of muscular middle-aged men, each with an enormous, limp penis.
A waiter brought drinks, and the muscular men each drank one before starting to dance. Junjun was the lead dancer, and she danced beautifully. I was so focused on her that I didn't notice when the muscular men's penises suddenly became erect like steel bars.
Then, with a single movement, Junjun fell into the arms of a muscular man, who gently laid her down on a round table that was being passed up from below. Immediately, another muscular man came over and spread her legs, revealing her fair, white vulva, which drew enthusiastic applause from the audience.
One muscle began to penetrate, while another dripped lubricant at just the right moment, and the thick thing slid in all the way to the root.
The muscle movements went from slow to fast, and Junjun's moans grew louder. When the second muscle moved, Junjun's moans were almost like singing. I looked back, and in the dark audience, every man had an erection, and every woman's eyes were wide open. It
was a revolving attack; the muscles moved like a revolving lantern, one thrusting dozens of times before immediately switching places with the next.
I started masturbating, and I saw the detective masturbating too, and even a woman to my left seemed to be masturbating.
One of the muscles was about to ejaculate, thrusting into Junjun and shooting inside. Junjun let out a long, pleasurable moan. Then the muscles continued to ejaculate, each time one left, and before the semen could even flow out, a new penis would be inserted. The slowly rotating stage, positioned at the perfect angle, allowed viewers to see the muscles' large penises squeezing the semen out of Junjun's vagina. Some penises were so large that the pressure inside caused the semen to spray out along the vaginal walls and the shaft, like a water gun firing a stream of white fluid.
They were performers, positioned perfectly, making it very clear to everyone. The visual stimulation was unimaginable; I forgot about masturbating and found myself ejaculating.
Junjun was convulsing, as if she were about to die, unable to even make a sound. After the last muscle finished ejaculating on her buttocks, she was put down. Her vagina was so swollen it couldn't close, forming a round hole. A moment later, white semen, like glue or paste, gushed out, dripping down in chunks with the contractions of her vaginal muscles, enough to fill half a teacup.
While Junjun lay there in a daze, the auction for these muscular men began. The first one to ejaculate had a lower starting price, and so on. However, since there weren't many women tonight, only four were auctioned off. The husband of the woman I danced with bid for two of his wife's.
After the auction, Junjun woke up, got off the table, gave a lady's bow, and went backstage.
I thought it was over and was about to go backstage to find Junjun when the detective grabbed me. Just a few minutes later, a strange chair was pushed out, turning around in the center of the stage. There, a woman's buttocks were raised high as she climbed onto the special chair, her hands, feet, and waist tightly bound, only her genitals and anus were spread wide open, exposed.
It was Junjun. I knew her ass and genitals so well I'd recognize them even if she were ashes. Someone applied lubricant to it and spread it evenly before announcing, "Everyone here can throw in a chip to have sex with her as many times as they want. Every orifice has been cleaned thoroughly, is non-toxic, harmless, and even healthy." The words were met with laughter and thunderous applause.
The women were led away to find men they'd been invited to enjoy. The men moved to the center, someone threw in a chip, and amidst shouts, began having sex with Junjun's anus. I didn't have any chips, so I asked the detective. He said I had to buy them in the gambling room, next to the concert hall.
I tried to squeeze to the front to see Junjun's face, wondering if she was enjoying it or in pain, but the chair was too strange; I couldn't see her head at all.
The detective said that things were chaotic now, with no one maintaining order. He'd heard that someone had previously shoved things into her mouth and kissed her, so this device was designed to protect her. I asked how long they were going to keep going, and he said that once no one else was going to do it, someone would come and take it away. As long as one person was still throwing bets, they had to keep going.
They'd already changed people, so I couldn't see if they were fucking my vagina or anus. I was getting impatient, so I climbed onto the leg of the chair and whispered, "Jun Jun! Jun Jun!"
After a while, I seemed to hear a "Mmm~~" response. I slipped my hand through the crowd and touched her finger that was being held in place. I continued, "Are you in pain? If you are, bend your finger."
She didn't bend it. I asked again, "Is it comfortable?" The finger bent slightly.
I was so happy I almost cried. I said, "If you like it here, I agree, as long as you come home to live."
Her finger moved again. Overjoyed, I cried and said in a hoarse voice, "I love you, I love you to death. I've quit the company. I'm waiting for you to come back, and then we'll get married." I felt the finger hooking onto me, unwilling to let go, but it was separated by the crowd of onlookers.
When I got back, I rewarded the detective handsomely and doubled the "hush money."
The next day at noon, Junjun returned, but she was followed by someone. I pulled that person aside and told him to go back and tell his boss that Junjun was my wife. I didn't care if she wanted to work there, but if she was harmed in any way, I would make a scene. Afterwards, I warned him not to follow Junjun after she returned home. We promised to guarantee their privacy, and they would guarantee our space.
The man hesitated for a moment, then made a phone call to someone. He told me that their boss would give us a large sum of money, just to keep using Junjun.
Junjun agreed, so I had no choice but to agree as well.
Junjun worked there, only two or three nights on weekends, not during the week, but she still had to deal with special guests, such as big bosses from out of town, though this was relatively rare.
After returning, I brought up the topic of marriage. She excitedly wanted me to hold her tightly, but I said I would tell her family. She said it wasn't necessary. I insisted repeatedly, and she said her parents had passed away long ago, and she had no relatives left in her hometown. I couldn't do that here; my parents were still alive, so I had to go back and tell them the good news.
The club was very understanding, giving us a large red envelope and allowing Junjun ten days off to get married. We went back to our hometown first to visit our parents, and then rushed back to get married.
My sister had already prepared everything and was just waiting for our wedding.
It was a Saturday. Our former factory classmates, acquaintances from the supply department, my company's employees, Junjun's former factory friends, and a few insiders from the local club all came to our wedding.
After the banquet, we greeted the guests, and in the evening, our classmates wanted to tease the newlyweds in their new room. We were as happy as newlyweds in our first love, shyly waiting for them to tease us. The teasing went on until after 11 p.m., when my sister came in and chased them all away, saying that the bride and groom should go to their bridal chamber as soon as possible.
When everything quieted down, I lovingly picked up Junjun and gently placed her on the new bed. Like peeling a freshly cooked rice dumpling, I removed her clothes layer by layer until she was completely naked. Then, I quickly stripped myself naked and knelt down in front of the only piece of furniture Junjun had chosen—a large white solid wood wardrobe. I picked up Junjun's legs, which were draped over the edge of the bed, and kissed them upwards. When I reached her genitals, I lifted her legs and began to lick them.
This beautiful vulva, having endured countless men's penises, remained so tender and white. Even her tiny anus was still tightly contracted, without a trace of tearing from penile thrusting.
I continued upwards, grasping her breasts, which seemed even fuller than before. Could a man's touch make her grow? I kissed and nibbled tenderly, arousing her until her face flushed, shy and budding.
The clock struck midnight, the wedding candles should have been extinguished. I reached out and turned off the light bulb, raised Junjun's legs high, aimed my penis at her already wet vaginal opening, and thrust it in.
Suddenly, a loud bang, something pressed down on my buttocks, slamming my hard penis heavily into Junjun's vagina, causing her to roar like a tigress. She climaxed, and I seemed to climax too, because before losing consciousness, I felt my penis throbbing and ejaculating inside Junjun's body.
My legs were broken, comminuted fractures. My sister rushed in first and found the wardrobe had smashed onto me. It grazed Junjun's upright legs, hit my buttocks, and then severed my thighs, leaving them hanging on the bed.
At the hospital, I repeatedly asked my sister about what happened, and finally got this answer: the wardrobe and the bed frame cut my legs like scissors. After several days of recollection and reflection, Junjun and I both felt that the wardrobe hadn't made a sound; it had silently destroyed me. Junjun quietly comforted me, saying, "Your penis is still here, I want this, it's okay, I'll take care of you, take care of you and your penis!"
Suddenly, looking at Junjun, I remembered the legend of the White Tiger killing its husband, and picked up the phone to call my sister. My sister rushed over from the company, carrying her laptop as I requested. I connected to the internet and started waiting for the White Tiger expert. It wasn't until evening that the White Tiger expert came online. I hurriedly called him, told him about my situation, and asked him to explain the rumors about the Azure Dragon and White Tiger.
He was shocked to hear that I was disabled after amputation, feeling it shouldn't be like this. I explained the situation, and he exclaimed, "That's right, you're not a Green Dragon! Quickly look, a real Green Dragon's hair runs continuously from the top of its head to its toes. If there's a break, it's a fake Green Dragon."
My heart sank to the bottom, because my stomach was hairless, and my pubic hair didn't connect to my chest hair.
When did Junjun wake up? She was standing behind me watching. I turned around and saw her face covered in tears, beautiful like a jade statue in the lamplight's shadow.
I don't believe in ghosts or legends; I want to fight against fate. I wanted to make love, so I pulled the crying Junjun and said, "Come on, my dear Junjun, get on top and let your brother fuck you to his heart's content, let's see what God can do to me!"
Junjun shook her head vigorously, repeatedly, saying, "We shouldn't have gotten married, we shouldn't have gotten married, it's my fault…!"
I tried to comfort her, but she ran away.
That was the last time I saw Junjun. No one has been able to find her since. I spent the entire winter heartbroken in my wheelchair, and it wasn't until the following spring that I began to recover.
Now, I still miss Junjun. I don't know where she is. I want to look up to the sky and scream, hoping that Junjun will know and come back so I can have sex with her again, even if it means my soul is shattered.

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