My cousin Xiaoya's entangled desires

One day in 2010, while I was at work, I suddenly received a call from my cousin. At that time, I had been
working hard for over two years, putting in long hours for the company, and my performance was quite good; I was
in the final stages of a project. My cousin's call brought a slight sense of clarity from my busy work, like
a .
My cousin's name was Xiaoya; she had just graduated from university that year and wanted to find a job, so she thought of
her brother who worked in Shanghai. Actually, we have many relatives, but I
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n't know why she chose me as her accommodation. I vaguely recalled some past memories, then shook my head; after all, I hadn't seen Xiaoya for a long time. After work, I mentioned my cousin to Xiaowen, my girlfriend. She had no objections, but asked where
Xiaoya would stay. Our apartment was fairly spacious, but my girlfriend didn't want another person living there,
as it wasn't very convenient. I said I wanted to handle this, but I was worried she might misunderstand. My girlfriend calmly said, "She's your
cousin, not a mistress. What could I possibly misunderstand?"
So I called the landlord, and luckily the tenant in the next room had just moved out, so I rented the
room . Since I didn't know how long Xiaoya planned to stay, it would be easier to take care of her if it was closer.
After cleaning the room, I suddenly remembered my own experience two years ago when I first graduated and came to Shanghai, living in a
dark basement, sleeping on the floor and eating instant noodles every day. I shook my head and smiled, muttering to myself,
"Girl, you're much luckier than your brother."
"Girl" is my nickname for Xiaoya, a very ordinary name, but only I call her that. Her
most common nickname is "Winter Melon," not because Xiaoya is fat, but because she's always been naive and a little slow,
so everyone teases her like that. Only I grew up with her, taking care of her and protecting her. When we were little, Xiaoya
was always my little shadow. Besides playing with her, because I always had good grades, I could also help
her poor little brain, mostly by copying her homework.
I know that in her heart, I'm her idol, not only because I can play with her and help with her homework, but also because I will always
protect her. I loved being idolized. Back then, martial arts films were popular, and protecting my junior sister gave me a great
sense of accomplishment. So, whenever Xiaoya was mocked or her toys were stolen, I would often
fight for her.
Because my family was relatively well-off, the fights never ended when I lost, and I wasn't afraid of retaliation when I won. Therefore, Xiaoya
's admiration and dependence on me grew day by day.
Thinking of Xiaoya brings back memories that sprout and grow wildly like seeds buried deep in the ground meeting the spring breeze.
Even more so, there's that secret buried deep in my heart, a secret that belonged only to Xiaoya and me. In a sense,
Xiaoya defined my first love. At that time, I didn't know what ambiguity was, let alone love, and I didn't know
that siblings couldn't be together, even if they were just cousins.
Because I was developing rapidly, by elementary school I was already taller than most of my peers, and hormones made
me fantasize about women's bodies. And Xiaoya, beside me, became the perfect
object . I don't know when it started, but I enjoyed playing games with Xiaoya, the kind of games only adults play. We
'd pretend to be husband and wife, playing house like adults, and of course, the final step was always marriage.
When the adults weren't home, we'd undress each other, imitate their kissing, caress each other, and finally, we'd
press my penis against her vulva to complete the act—I learned this from accidentally watching my parents
, but I don't know how they did it; it was probably like that. Looking back, I think it was quite
childish and cute, because back then my penis couldn't penetrate Xiaoya's vagina. Usually, I'd lie
on top , and Xiaoya would spread her legs, rubbing my penis back and forth between her tender labia.
For me, this didn't provide much pleasure, but I loved this game because I could
freely caress Xiaoya's vulva; it was soft and pink, and felt incredibly good to touch. Xiaoya seemed to
enjoy , never refusing me.
Later, when I grew a little older and went to middle school, Xiaoya had moved with her parents to the next city, and
I rarely saw her except during holidays. From my physiology textbook, I learned
how to , but when I saw Xiaoya again, I didn't have the courage to play it. Xiaoya grew up, and I guess she
understood the meaning of our game. Every time she saw me, she was still very affectionate, but we
no longer played that game. At most, we
would hold hands and hug tightly in the shadows. I sat on the stone steps at the train station exit, thinking about these memories, and a smile unconsciously
crept onto . Until a clear voice called out, "Brother!"
I looked up and saw a delicate and pretty face, without makeup, radiating youthful energy,
bringing back familiar memories. Xiaoya had grown up; the innocent little girl of the past was now a young woman
. She wore a fitted orange t-shirt that outlined her full breasts and slender waist, her curves full
of youthful vitality. This familiar figure, however, seemed to carry a hint of unfamiliarity.
"Brother, don't you recognize me?" Xiaoya took off her baseball cap.
"Ha! That little girl from back then has grown into a beautiful woman! I almost didn't recognize her!" I said. "Your
brother's getting old! I can't keep up with your changes!"
"Who said you're old! You're just much more mature than before, and a bit heavier!"
Xiaoya was telling the truth. Visiting countless clients every month, socializing had become
part . Although alcohol hadn't numbed her, beer had certainly filled her once-robust belly. Every day after showering
, she'd look in the mirror and have to work hard to tighten her stomach to vaguely see the outline of a few abs. Despite her感慨 (feelings of melancholy), she still
got dressed and went to the next client's meeting.
Along the way, Xiaoya chattered incessantly like a sparrow just released from its cage, even the taxi driver
kept glancing at her in the rearview mirror.
She had all sorts of questions, such as how easy it was to find a job, what Shanghai was like, and so on. She
was full of curiosity about this bustling metropolis and excitement and anticipation for the new chapter in her life. For
me , this city is too materialistic, too restless and noisy. It never gave me a sense of home.
I always felt like one of the millions of men and women working here, ultimately just a passerby.
Xiaoya chattered on for a while, finally getting tired, and half-reclined on my shoulder, dozing off. I looked down, and
her pair of full, white breasts peeked out from the neckline of her t-shirt, revealing a deep cleavage. I couldn't help but be shocked.
"Sigh, little girl, you've really grown up." Xiaoya seemed to hear my mutterings. She looked up and saw me staring at her
chest , understanding the double meaning of my words. She pinched me, then buried her face in my
arm and went back to dozing.
Besides growing up and maturing, Xiaoya's words were much sweeter than before. When I got home and saw Xiaowen, Xiaoya called
my girlfriend "sister-in-law" repeatedly, making her happy and dispelling the initial awkwardness. Soon, the two were
chatting in the kitchen while preparing dinner. I leaned over to listen; sure enough, women have a lot
to talk about—from clothes and shoes to all sorts of delicious food.
After dinner, Xiaoya went to wash up. My girlfriend seemed quite happy and even told me to take Xiaoya
out for fun tomorrow, and not to rush into finding a job until the novelty wore off.
Xiaowen's suggestion naturally delighted me. That night, after Xiaoya went to sleep in the next room, I
eagerly picked her up and threw her on the bed. I quickly stripped her naked and then began my passionate
encounter.
Xiaowen had a decent figure, although her breasts weren't as full as Xiaoya's. Watching my girlfriend panting and moaning beneath me, I
couldn't help but think of the pair of fair breasts I'd seen on Xiaoya during the day. I felt my blood surging, as if
I had boundless energy. Surprisingly, Xiaowen even managed to climax, gripping my back tightly and
letting out a joyful scream.
The next day, Xiaowen said she had to go out of town to collect payments for the company and asked me to take good care of Xiaoya at home. The weather was also kind
, with a cloudy day, less hot and more cool. Xiaoya insisted on going to the amusement park, so I
took her. Although she was panting heavily at the end, it was clear that Xiaoya had a lot of fun. She looked at
me, panting as I lay half-reclined on the chair, and said in a mocking tone, "Brother, can't you handle it anymore?"
I nodded to her, inviting her to come and rest as well. Xiaoya leaned closer and whispered, "Brother,
did overexert yourself last night? I could hear your wife screaming from next door!"
I pretended to be angry and pulled her over, then wrapped my arms around her waist. Xiaoya tried to dodge, but I held her
tightly. With her soft, warm body in my arms, I lowered my head to kiss her. She seemed to want to avoid me, but I wouldn't give her the chance.
I kissed her lips, and Xiaoya obediently stopped trying to dodge, holding my waist and letting me kiss her. My tongue entered her
mouth, and without any resistance, she opened her mouth cooperatively. Our tongues intertwined, mingling with saliva,
rolling like two soft snakes.
"Brother, so many people are watching..." She seemed to know I didn't intend to let go of her and struggled to break free from my embrace. Actually, there weren't many people
in the amusement park. I looked around and it was obvious that Xiaoya was lying to me.
"Brother, I'm hungry, let's go home!"
Back home, Xiaoya volunteered to cook, and to give her a chance to show off, I happily helped
out. But rural children mature early, and her cooking skills were indeed quite good, earning me a lot of praise.
Xiaoya enjoyed my praise, and then washed the dishes and cleaned the house until it was spotless before stopping.
Xiaowen wasn't home today, leaving just Xiaoya and me. Xiaoya snuggled in bed watching a movie, while I
sat behind her, embracing her. Xiaoya leaned against me, seemingly enjoying the atmosphere. Smelling Xiaoya's fragrant
hair and feeling her soft body in my arms, my desire ignited like dry tinder, burning me with heat.
My hands involuntarily began to roam over Xiaoya's body, kissing her cheeks. At first,
Xiaoya was still focused on the movie, occasionally pushing my hands away, but slowly she too became aroused by my
teasing . I closed her notebook, pulled her into my arms, and then lowered my head to kiss her.
Xiaoya didn't struggle; our lips, like burning charcoal, desperately sought each other's saliva. I placed her
on the bed, kissing her and caressing her waist. I kissed her cheeks down to her neck, my hands already
lifting Xiaoya's clothes. Her full, white breasts, encased in her bra, resembled two large white rabbits lurking within. I kissed her
soft skin, which faintly exuded the unique scent of a woman's sweat. Then
I reached down and removed her t-shirt, unhooking her bra.
Xiaoya let me remove her upper garments, her eyes slightly closed, a blush on her face. Her
upper body , her pair of full, firm breasts standing tall and proud. What were once small, green fruits had now developed into
abundant fruits: the whiteness revealed the veins beneath the skin, the graceful curves outlining their full shape, and the pink areolas on
the nipples surrounding two tender strawberries.
I couldn't contain my admiration; Xiaoya's breasts were truly perfect, so beautiful that I immediately couldn't resist
reaching out to touch them, my fingers feeling their soft, elastic texture. As I kneaded her full breasts, I
lowered my head to kiss her two bright red nipples, sucking on them gently, feeling them
slowly swell and harden into two large, firm mounds. I brought the two mounds of flesh together with both hands, my tongue taking turns
licking her nipples.
Xiaoya's blush deepened; she closed her eyes, her brows slightly furrowed, her breathing rapid. But as my hand
continued to slide down her lower abdomen, slipping inside her panties, preparing to explore deeper, Xiaoya suddenly jolted awake and grabbed
my hand. She opened her eyes and looked at me, saying, "Brother, not here..."
I looked at her with some confusion. She continued, "Brother, I'm sorry, I have a boyfriend."
"Why didn't you tell me sooner?"
"Brother, I was afraid you'd be sad. Actually, I've always had a dream in my heart. I hate myself for having
my own brother in my dreams, but I love the life in my dreams. Even though I met my boyfriend, I still
don't want to wake up. But I know I can't live in a dream forever, so... He's very good to me
, and I want to be with him." Xiaoya paused, looked up at me, "Brother, this is my first time, I
don't want to hurt him..."
Xiaoya was still a virgin, which surprised me greatly. I quickly calmed down, and the heat in my body
dissipated completely. I knew what her first time meant to her. I didn't want to hurt her because there were so many
things I couldn't give her. So I held her shoulders and said seriously, "I
won't You should save it for someone who deserves it!"
"Brother, actually..." Xiaoya seemed to think I was angry and was a little anxious to say something. I interrupted
her, then hugged her tightly. "Your brother isn't that petty! Okay! It's alright!"
Xiaoya, a little touched, hooked her arms around my neck and hugged me tightly.
When my girlfriend wasn't home, my game with Xiaoya ended there. I respected her wishes, so I never...
There was no crossing of the line. After Xiaowen returned, life went on as usual, only the house was much livelier than before. Xiaoya, like a
magpie , called Xiaowen "sister-in-law" sweetly, naturally never imagining the many unusual
stories between Xiaoya and me. Xiaowen and I were both busy with work, and Xiaoya kept the house tidy and organized. Every day when we came home from work, there would be a hot
meal waiting for us, making me feel a sense of home in this unfamiliar city.
However, this kind of life didn't last long. One day, Xiaoya said that her boyfriend had been transferred to Suzhou for work
and had also found her a job at the same company, so she was going to move there. I didn't have a clear
reason to stop her, so I could only wish her well with my girlfriend and see her off.
Xiaoya's boyfriend was named Lu San. I never met him. In Xiaoya's description, he was a thin,
bespectacled man who worked in IT. Xiaoya said that once when she had a high fever in college, he rushed to her dormitory and carried her
to the hospital without hesitation, and that's how he became her boyfriend.
Although Xiaoya said he was a good person, I didn't like him at all. The day we took her to his place,
he refused to pick her up, saying he was too busy with work. After I pressed him repeatedly, Xiaoya said it might
be because she didn't want to meet his family yet—as Xiaoya's older brother, I'm practically her elder. So,
he actually made Xiaoya take the bus to Suzhou with her luggage by herself.
If Xiaoya hadn't kept begging us, I would have yelled at her on the phone. Xiaoya said she actually
wanted to wait until her life was more stable before meeting his family, so we wouldn't look down on her. What a ridiculous
excuse! Even Xiaowen couldn't stand it. Finally, Xiaoya repeatedly assured us she could go alone, and only then did we let her
board the bus to Suzhou.
After Xiaoya left, life returned to normal. The company's performance continued to expand, and I became increasingly busy, often
working overtime until one or two in the morning. Fortunately, my salary gradually increased, and I sent the money I had saved over the past two years to my
mother, asking her to help me choose a house in our hometown and make a down payment. I did this because Xiaowen
is a year older than me and has been looking forward to getting married soon, so I wanted to buy a house in our hometown first to prepare for the wedding.
I knew that as long as I asked, my mother would immediately give me the money to buy a house; they've always hoped that
Xiaowen would get married soon. But I wanted to achieve this dream through my own efforts, even though it would be hard on Xiaowen. We
've been together for so many years, and although she always said she supported my decision, I could tell she was still anxious,
after all, she's already 28.
So, I didn't tell Xiaowen about buying the house; I wanted to surprise her. But I didn't expect that
before I could even give her my surprise, she would give me one too.
Xiaoya went to Suzhou, which isn't far, but we can only meet on QQ now. Xiaoya said she's doing well
, her work isn't too busy, but she sometimes complains that her boyfriend has too high expectations of her, saying that she only spends her days
shopping and browsing Taobao, never reading or studying.
Actually, I know Xiaoya very well; she's just a typical woman whose greatest happiness is marrying a good man and living a simple,
feminine life. So despite her complaints, Xiaoya still liked Lu San quite a bit. She felt that although his family
wasn't well-off, he was hardworking and ambitious, and treated her very well, so he was ultimately a good husband candidate.
I thought Xiaoya and I would happily continue on our own paths, getting married, having children, waiting for them
to go to school, work, and have grandchildren, just like everyone else. Until one day, Xiaowen gave me a big
surprise.
Xiaowen worked as an accountant at a small company. Her salary wasn't high, but her job was relatively relaxed. I rarely cared about her
social circle or who she associated with. I trusted her and respected her
space , so I never checked her phone or QQ.
Until one day she said her company had opened an office in Guangzhou and she had to go there on a business trip for a month, I
didn't suspect anything. I even thought about whether I should take some money from home to help her younger brother finish his studies,
so that Xiaowen wouldn't have to work so hard and travel to other places for work.
Because Xiaowen's family was very poor, even a bit poor. She grew up in a single-parent family; her mother passed away
early , leaving her with an uneducated father to raise three children. With two younger brothers still in
school, the burden of supporting the family fell heavily on her shoulders. Therefore, Xiaowen was always very frugal, even
to the point of being stingy.
I understood her hardships, so from the beginning of our college relationship, I
covered . After we started working in Shanghai, her salary went to support her two brothers' education, and I gave her father
some money every month. As her future son-in-law, I felt like Xiaowen and I were an old married couple; our familial bond had surpassed
romantic love. Having her around had become a habit—a habit of having someone
waiting for me at home after work, a habit of touching her soft body when I turned over in bed.
But I never imagined that one day I would receive such a shock from Xiaowen: she had left me, disappeared.
Even more tragically, if it weren't for Xiaoya, I wouldn't even know about this surprise. Xiaoya's company had
a coincidentally collaboration project with my girlfriend's company, and Xiaoya volunteered to accompany her business manager
to discuss the cooperation. Xiaoya said she had specially prepared a big bag of snacks to surprise her sister-in-law.
When Xiaoya called me, I laughed at her because my girlfriend Xiaowen doesn't really like snacks, but
I quickly stopped laughing because Xiaoya said, "Brother, your wife quit her job without telling me, making me
carry all that food for nothing, and I even got a beating from the boss..."
"What? Say it again, Xiaowen quit her job?" I immediately interrupted her.
"Yeah! Bro, you don't know?! It was her supervisor who said it! Saying if I had come a few days earlier I could have seen her
..."
I couldn't hear what Xiaoya was saying after that. I hung up and immediately called Xiaowen. A familiar
voice came from the other end of the line, and I bombarded her with all my questions: "Didn't you say you were going to Guangzhou on a business trip? How come
the company said you resigned? Why didn't you discuss such a big thing with me? Where are you now? What are you doing?
When are you coming back..."
There was a long silence on the other end of the line. After my repeated questioning, her voice finally came through: "An,
let's break up!"
"Break up? What are you talking about? What happened? Hello... hello..." Xiaowen's words filled
me with a thousand questions. Just as I was about to question her, the call ended. I called back, but she refused to answer. I kept...
I dialed until a cold female voice answered, "The user you dialed is currently unavailable..."
I almost threw the phone out the window. I lit a cigarette, took a few deep drags, and started trying to
figure out what had happened. I went through my memories from when Xiaoya arrived, going over them again and again, but
found nothing unusual. Could it be that she found out about Xiaoya and me?
Impossible. Xiaoya had been here for a week, and we'd only had a few intimate moments at most, nothing physical.
I tried my best to have sex with Xiaowen every night, and nothing changed. Xiaowen couldn't have sensed
anything .
After thinking for a long time without figuring it out, I rushed home after work. I looked around the house and found that
Xiaowen had taken almost all her clothes, including her winter clothes, as well as her usual belongings
. There weren't many of her things left in the house. This didn't seem like a business trip; it seemed more like a move. I realized that she
must for a long time because I found the engagement ring I gave her in the refrigerator, cold and
frosty to the touch.
I bought that ring for her with my first month's salary after graduating from university. I told her I couldn't
propose ; if she agreed, it would be a testament to our engagement. Although it was a very ordinary ring, I still
remember Xiaowen's ecstatic joy. She said she would wear it until I replaced it with a more beautiful diamond ring. Now,
Xiaowen has it in the refrigerator, clearly intentionally—is she trying to tell me our love has frozen?
My mind is filled with so many questions, but one thing is clear: Xiaowen has truly left me.
I desperately want to know how all this happened, so I turned on my computer and logged into
Xiaowen . Xiaowen hadn't changed her QQ password; perhaps she knew I would never look at her QQ
. Opening Xiaowen's QQ and reviewing her browsing history, over a hundred pages of chat logs between her and a man
finally made it clear what had happened.
This man was a small business owner who had just divorced this year. He met
Xiaowen through business and was quickly attracted to her, beginning a mad pursuit of her. At first, Xiaowen was unwilling to accept him, but this
cunning quickly found her weakness: he paid the remaining tuition fees for her younger brother,
arranged a job for her younger brother who had just graduated at his factory, and last month even brought her father and brother to Guangzhou for a trip.
It must be admitted that this man understood women's weaknesses very well. Under his financial offensive, Xiaowen went from initially
struggling, to gradually softening, and finally choosing to quietly break up with me.
After reading the chat history, I had already finished a pack of cigarettes. My heart ached as if it were being torn apart. Fate is truly
cruel. When I refused readily available money, vowing to make a name for myself through hard work, I was
utterly humiliated by money. Should I have listened to my mother, become a wealthy young master, take over my parents'
business , or even bought an official position to marry Xiaowen sooner? Would this tragedy have been
avoided?
Reluctantly, I picked up the phone, wanting to call Xiaowen's father. I dialed the number, but ultimately hung up
. What was the point? They already knew what they needed to know! Perhaps I even acted
as a go-between for Xiaowen leaving me! I called Xiaowen again, but her phone was still off.
I sent her a text message, the gist of which was: "We've been together for so many years, I trusted you so much. If you really want to
leave , you can be honest with me, and I won't stop you from going. But your betrayal and deception
are too hurtful to someone who has loved you for so many years."
After sending the message, I felt like my heart had been ripped out, my soul no longer in my body. I
sat there numbly, suddenly wanting to get drunk. I always manage to control myself well when I go out for social events, and I've never been drunk before.
I really don't know what I'll be like when I'm drunk, or if I can really drown my sorrows in alcohol.
So I went downstairs and brought back a case of Budweiser. As I drank, I flipped through familiar photos on my computer.
Looking at that familiar face, my heart ached, and I drank the liquor in large gulps. I don't know how many
cans I drank. My head started to spin, and my limbs felt heavy and immobile, but my mind remained
clear. There was a sharp pain in my heart, a pain that even made my chest feel a little sore.
I collapsed onto the bed, grabbed my phone, and started dialing randomly. Soon, a familiar
voice : "Brother, what's wrong? How's sister-in-law?"
"She's dead..." Hearing Xiaoya's voice, I wanted to shout, but I found I had no strength and
could only manage a hoarse sound.
"Ah! Brother, what are you saying? What happened?"
"I'm dying too..." That was true, because I felt like I was having trouble breathing,
but my mind remained clear.
I couldn't hold the phone steady, and it fell to the floor. Xiaoya's voice disappeared instantly, replaced by silence. The setting
sun streamed in through the window, so blinding. I pulled the pillow over my face and soon fell into a deep sleep.
When I woke up, I felt like an idiot, thankful to be alive. Then I saw
a familiar figure sitting by the bed—it was Xiaoya! Her face was full of sorrow and concern. I don't know
how long she had been sitting by my bedside. When she saw me wake up, she immediately leaned over and asked, "Brother, are you feeling better? Why did you drink so much
?"
I propped myself up. I felt mostly fine; it seemed my hangover-clearing ability was quite strong. The beer cans and ashtray
in front of the bed had already been cleared away. Xiaoya's arrival surprised me. "How did you
get here? And how did you get in?"
"Brother, do you know how scared you were?! You said you were about to die, and then I heard a bang,
and then there was no sound. I thought you jumped off the building! I couldn't get through to you on the phone, so I was even more convinced you
really had jumped. I quickly took leave and rushed over!" Xiaoya said, still a little angry. "Brother, are you out of
your mind? You even asked me how I got in! I have a key to your house!"
Although Xiaoya was blaming me, a warm feeling welled up inside me. I held Xiaoya
's hand, a little apologetically saying, "Okay! I'm fine now! Don't worry too much!"
"Brother, you always say I'm a little girl who never grows up, but I think you're the real fool. By the way
, where's sister-in-law? What happened?" Xiaoya asked.
I calmed myself down and told her what had happened. Although I tried to control my emotions, the thought of so
many years of affection vanishing in an instant made my voice choke a little at the end. Xiaoya had never met me before.
So vulnerable. In her heart, I've always been that strong older brother, the one who would fight and get bloodied
without . My current state leaves her bewildered. She takes my arm, gently patting my
shoulder, comforting me like a child.
Xiaoya's tenderness and her comical, almost comical movements finally helped me control my sadness.
The things I'd been suppressing were released, and I felt much better. I forced a smile and said, "Your brother's glorious and towering
image in your heart is completely gone now, isn't it?"
"Brother, no! If I were you, after so many years of betrayal, I'd probably cry for days
and nights!"
"Alright! You've come all this way, haven't you had dinner yet? Let's go out to eat." I said, only realizing I was a little hungry when I came
to my senses .
"Brother, don't you know what time it is?! There's no dinner left!" Xiaoya said. I glanced at the time;
it was already 11 PM. Xiaoya must have been working so hard. I felt a surge of emotion and gently
said to her, "Honey, let's go get some late-night snacks!"
While we were having snacks, Xiaoya got up to make a phone call. I watched her from a distance, and soon I heard her
arguing with the person on the other end. I listened carefully and caught snippets of her voice: "He's my brother, if I don't care, who
will… If I can't get leave, I'll just quit. I can always find another job…"
When Xiaoya returned, I had a pretty good idea of what she was doing, and I was a little touched and wanted
to say something . But Xiaoya saw through my thoughts, smiled at me, and said, "Brother, it's okay. If they won't let me take leave, I'll
just find another job."
"Xiaoya, there's no need to argue with your boyfriend over this. I'm really fine. You should go back tomorrow!"
I said, secretly hoping Xiaoya would stay.
Sure enough, Xiaoya shook her head at me readily and said, "Brother, it's okay! I just wanted to get some
fresh air . Working at that company, staring at the computer all day, and not being able to go online, it's so boring. Brother,
are you done eating? Let's go home!"
It was already midnight when we got home. Holding Xiaoya's soft little hand, the sadness in my heart faded a lot,
replaced by happiness and emotion.
After closing the door, I turned around and pressed Xiaoya against it, lowering my head to kiss her. Xiaoya didn't dodge, tilting her head back to meet
my kiss. Her lips were soft and hot, gently and passionately touching my tongue. I greedily sucked
the fragrance from her lips, my tongue licking hers, intertwining and rolling together. I could feel Xiaoya's rapid
breathing and her hot breath on my face.
"Brother, it's so hot! I'm covered in sweat, I'm going to take a shower!" Xiaoya finally pushed me away and ran into
the bathroom. I was about to go over and shower with her when she stuck her tongue out at me and closed the door. I shook
my head and smiled, about to go back to the bedroom, when Xiaoya poked her head out of the bathroom, a little embarrassed, and said, "Brother,
I didn't bring any clothes. Could you get me something?"
I rummaged through the closet; Xiaowen had taken all her clothes, leaving only my own
. I could only pick out a white shirt for Xiaoya.
Looking at Xiaoya after her bath, wearing my oversized white shirt, her full breasts were still barely concealed; two bright
red hickeys were peeking out from under the shirt. The hem of the shirt covered her full hips, revealing her long, slender, white
legs . My desire was aroused. Just as I was about to reach out and hug her, Xiaoya had already walked around behind me and pushed me into the bathroom.
"Brother, hurry up and wash! You smell of alcohol and sweat!"
After a quick shower, I returned to the bedroom. Xiaoya was watching a soap opera on my laptop. I
hugged , and she nestled in my arms like a kitten. As before, I kissed her cheek
while groping her body. My hand slipped under her shirt and grasped her full breasts. The fleshy mounds, too large to hold in
one hand kneaded in my palm. Through the wide collar, I could see Xiaoya's ample breasts
being shaped into various soft forms in my hands.
I tossed the notebook from Xiaoya's hand onto the table, then picked her up and had her straddle me.
Xiaoya neck, watching my hands unbutton her white shirt. Her full, elastic breasts
bounced out like two lively white rabbits, swaying before my eyes, or like two ripe, plump
papayas , standing proudly on my chest. I reached down and grasped her nipples, pinching the pink strawberries between my fingertips, gently kneading and rotating them.
Xiaoya rested one hand on my head and the other around my neck,
bending down as if breastfeeding me, letting me suckle those two strawberries greedily like a milker, my tongue licking and
teasing her nipples. Her nipples were swollen and erect like lotus seeds, and Xiaoya swayed her waist with my movements, her face
flushed .
I laid Xiaoya flat on the bed, rolled over and straddled her, my hands and tongue tracing the peaks of her breasts
, kissing every inch of her skin. My hands also unbuttoned the last few buttons of her shirt, and to my surprise,
Xiaoya was completely naked under the shirt. At the end of her flat stomach, I saw for the first time
Xiaoya's beautiful garden after maturing. Her once smooth mons pubis was now lush with hair, the buds of flesh
peeking out from among the pubic hair. I couldn't resist the temptation and leaned down to kiss it.
Xiaoya squeezed her legs together and then pressed her hands against her genitals.
"I'm sorry, little girl." I was overcome with lust and almost forgot Xiaoya's boundaries.
"Brother, I didn't mean that..." Xiaoya said.
I knew what she was going to say, so I said understandingly, "Yes, I understand, little girl. I wouldn't want
something ."
Xiaoya seemed a little anxious. She sat up and hugged me, whispering in my ear, "Brother, actually, this
isn't my first time. I was afraid you'd despise me, afraid of hurting you."
Xiaoya's words filled me with immense disappointment, followed by overwhelming joy. Disappointment because she had ultimately lost her virginity
, joy because her words meant she had nothing left to hold back from me. I hugged her tightly,
murmuring in her ear, "Little girl, how could I despise you! I can't wait to love you..."
Of course, I wouldn't despise Xiaoya. I leaned down and placed her on the bed, kissing her from her lips down to her
breasts , her lower abdomen, and then my lips slid down to the pubic hair at the end of her lower abdomen. Xiaoya's tightly closed legs obediently
opened, finally revealing her beautiful garden to me.
Her pink labia, like newly opened petals, parted slightly, with a delicate bud at the tip, as tender as
a new shoot . The area between her labia was already covered with glistening fluid, seeping out of her vaginal opening like spring dew.
I opened my mouth and took those two soft petals into my mouth, my tongue licking and kissing
the crevices of her flesh, stirring the juicy opening and teasing the pink clitoris. With each lick, her clitoris slowly swelled into a full
, red bean, while Xiaoya twisted her waist like a snake, her thighs clamping my head tightly, letting out clear moans.
I was unable to move because of Xiaoya's grip, so I spread her legs apart and inserted my fingers into
her , slippery opening, the tender flesh rubbing against my fingers, incredibly pleasurable. I slid my fingers inside her,
my tongue licking her clitoris, and Xiaoya writhed wildly, rolling around like an eel on a chopping board.
If it were Xiaowen, after a few minutes of this, she would beg for mercy, saying, "Husband, come in quickly! I want
it." But Xiaoya's body was even more sensitive than Xiaowen's; after dozens of thrusts with my fingers, clear fluid was
already .
"Brother, stop, I need to pee..." Xiaoya's face was flushed, the blush spreading all the way to her chest. Her nipples
stood erect like lotus seeds.
"Hmm, I'm coming in!" I took off my underwear, my thick penis like a proud warrior, eager
to start the battle.
"Brother, it's much bigger than before..." Xiaoya looked at my bulging monster, even teasing me with
a hint of mischief.
I knelt between Xiaoya's parted legs, watching my glans push open her labia and slowly penetrate her
vagina . The walls of her vagina were pushed open like ripples, then surged in and tightly enveloped my penis. I
slowly pushed in, feeling the heat and wetness inside her vagina, until my pubic bone pressed against her mons pubis. I
stopped , feeling the comfortable pleasure of being tightly enveloped by her narrow passage from the glans to the base, still
contracting and engulfing my penis.
"Brother, it hurts a little..." Xiaoya frowned slightly and said.
"Mmm, I'll be gentle," I reassured her. Xiaoya had only been away from me for a month, and it hadn't been long since she'd lost her virginity
! She wasn't used to my large size yet. Her tight little hole sucked at my penis like a sheath, slowly
moving in and out, the pleasure pushing me up and down like waves. Sex truly is the most wonderful thing between a man and a woman.
Watching Xiaoya's petals open and close with my thrusts, the hot and wet sensation inside her made my penis
even harder. With each thrust, milky white fluid was drawn out, filling every crevice in her flesh.
Xiaoya's eyes were slightly closed, her beautiful hair spread out like clouds on the pillow, her chest flushed, and fine
beads of sweat . Xiaoya seemed to be slowly enjoying the pleasure of sex, letting out soft moans. The scene was as
beautiful as a landscape, and as erotic as an AV.
I gripped Xiaoya's knees, spreading her legs wide so I could thrust deeply into her vagina,
each time exposing the head of my penis before plunging in hard to the root, slamming against her pubic bone. I quickened my pace,
the room echoing with the sounds of our thrusting and Xiaoya's increasingly clear moans, like a beautiful symphony of sex.
I concentrated all my strength in my lower abdomen, pumping wildly inside Xiaoya. Her labia
swelled with blood, the fluids flowing from her vagina splashing everywhere with my thrusts, the entrance churned into a milky white foam by my
penis . Xiaoya tilted her head back, her lips parted, emitting lascivious moans, her
full breasts bouncing up and down like two large white rabbits.
I don't know how long I thrust, but I felt my pleasure was on the verge of exploding. Xiaoya's moans had
turned into wild cries. The hot flesh inside her vagina gripped my penis tightly, and the friction between the glans and the ridges finally made
me unable to hold back any longer. A stream of hot fluid gushed out from the glans and shot deep into Xiaoya's vagina.
Xiaoya breathed a long sigh of relief, hooking her arms around my neck and wrapping her thighs around my waist.
In the brief silence, we were both savoring the wonderful aftertaste.
"Girl, I've waited for over twenty years, and I've finally waited for you," I said softly, kissing her lips and
cheeks .
Xiaoya gently welcomed my kisses, then said playfully, "Brother, aren't you coming out yet? You're
all sweaty..."
I straightened up and withdrew my still swollen penis from her body. It was
covered love juice. As the glans withdrew, a thick stream of milky white
semen flowed from Xiaoya's vagina, running down her thighs and onto the bedsheet. Xiaowen hadn't had sex since she left, and this time she ejaculated
too much, leaving a puddle on the bed.
I cleaned up the mess and wiped her clean with tissues. I wanted to take her to shower together, but Xiaoya, like a
lazy kitten, lay on the bed playing on her phone, so I had to shower by myself.
After
showering I was a little surprised when my manager called, as I thought he would
be asleep so late. He asked what was wrong and if I needed his help.
I was touched; perhaps because I work very hard, he always appreciated me, and
we often . I quickly said no, it was just some personal business, and I didn't know exactly how many days
it would take to resolve. My manager generously said, "Then go ahead and handle it! I'll have Xiao Liu keep an eye on things at work, and you'll
let me know when you've decided."
After thanking him repeatedly, I hung up and went back to the bedroom. Xiaoya was already asleep. I looked at her,
recalling what had just happened, my heart filled with emotion and excitement. Xiaoya, naked after the pleasure, lay on her side on the bed,
a slight smile on her face. I admired her fair and exquisite body like a work of art.
Xiaoya's figure was indeed alluring: full breasts like mutton-fat jade, a slender waist without any excess
fat , and white, tender buttocks as full and plump as peaches, with two delicate labia nestled in the cleft. This
tempting sight reignited my lust, and a high tent pitched under my shorts again.
I turned Xiaoya over, making her lie face down on the bed with her legs wide open. She slept soundly and didn't wake
up . I looked down at her parted buttocks, parting her soft labia with my fingers, lightly
teasing and caressing the cleft. A trace of milky white semen still lingered there, emitting a lewd, fishy smell. I naturally gave up
the idea of licking it, and instead slowly inserted my fingers into her vagina, gently moving them in and out. As the fluid slowly seeped out,
I couldn't tell if it was semen or her vaginal fluid.
Xiaoya was awakened by my movements. She tried to close her legs in a daze, but I held them down. She weakly twisted
her waist, making indistinct moans.
"Ah... Brother... Let me sleep a bit... Ah... Ah..." Xiaoya's moans made me move faster and faster
. The fluid in her vagina slowly seeped out more and more, making her crotch slippery. I used my knees to spread her
thighs , then leaned down, my penis squeezing into the crevice between her parted buttocks. Xiaoya's body trembled
. She grabbed the pillow next to her, buried her face in it, and let out a whimpering moan.
I supported myself with my hands, pressing my body against hers. Each thrust hit her soft and
elastic buttocks, and the cleft of her buttocks slowly became stained with milky white fluid. The love fluid brought out by my penis mixed with the semen inside,
making a mess. Xiaoya was fully awake now. She gripped the pillow with her hands, turned her face to the side,
and breathed heavily. Her moans became louder and more intense.
Because each thrust pressed down on her full buttocks, the feeling of not being able to penetrate all the way in made me a little
uncomfortable . So I simply pulled Xiaoya up, kneeling on the bed with her back to me. Xiaoya lay there limply, only her high-raised
buttocks welcoming my thrusts.
I held her buttocks, thrusting in and out, my pubic bone slapping against her buttocks with a crisp slapping
sound. This position was significantly more stimulating for her; she cried out loudly from my thrusts, and my
penis felt tightly gripped by her, the hot and slippery sensation inside her vagina constantly stimulating my
brain. Continuous sex left me energized, and I thrust into her tirelessly.
"Brother...stop...I need to pee...stop it..." Xiaoya reached out and pressed my
thigh , trying to push me away. Of course, I wouldn't stop, continuing to thrust faster. Xiaoya pleaded, mixed with
loud moans, then suddenly, as if in a convulsion, her waist trembled, her hands gripped the pillow tightly, her body stiffened,
and then she collapsed onto the bed, a clear, transparent liquid gushing out from between her labia like a spring.
I had only seen actresses squirt in AVs, never in real life. Xiaoya
surprised and delighted me; it turned out she was so easily aroused.
I helped Xiaoya up and thrust into her wet, peach-like vagina again, the sound of my
penis gurgling as I pumped. Each thrust ignited my burning desire
. Xiaoya, like a lump of soft flesh, yielded to my thrusts, then suddenly clenched her buttocks tightly, her vagina contracting in spasms
. I felt my glans enveloped in scalding liquid, then hot
fluid . Xiaoya had probably reached another climax; she was too weak to moan, only letting out soft, whimpering sounds.
After countless thrusts, I finally felt a tingling sensation in my glans, and with a few powerful thrusts, I ejaculated into her hot, wet cavity. Xiaoya lay limp on the bed, panting, milky white semen
slowly flowing from her buttocks .
I leaned down and hugged her. Xiaoya rested her head on my chest. As the spasms of orgasm
slowly turned into tiny tremors, we were like two intertwined fish, washed ashore by the waves of love.
The even breathing beside me told me that Xiaoya had fallen asleep. I used a tissue to wipe away the semen stains from her genitals
and covered her with a blanket. I got up to get my phone, only to find that it was broken from the fall. So I
removed the SIM card and put it in Xiaoya's phone. After turning it on, I received a text message. I opened it and saw that it was indeed from
Xiaowen .
“An, I know you want to ask me why. Actually, I just wanted a life of my own, so I
chose to leave you because I had no other way. You know, all these years, I've been under so much pressure. Only when I
no longer have to bear such pressure will I feel happiness in life, and only then
can I achieve the life I've always been pursuing.”
“Honestly, after all these years with you, I haven't felt secure. You always had an endless career, and
when I was overwhelmed by the exhaustion of life, I couldn't feel your love or your kindness towards me anymore.
I know a man should prioritize his career, and I've always supported you. But I can't wait any longer.”
“An, I'm already 28 years old. I'm just a woman, like most women, yearning for a life beyond my 30s.”
I married and had children before I turned 0, and had an ordinary but happy family. Therefore, I dare not ask for your forgiveness, I only
hope you can understand my feelings and not bury the seeds of hatred too deep. You should start your own life.
Thank you for your love and companionship over the years. I have no way to repay you, I can only hope that the days we spent together can help
you forget any unpleasantness and live a happy life again. —Xiaowen, who loved you.
After reading her text message, my heart was filled with mixed emotions: anger, sadness, and then endless grief. Everything
from the past flashed through my mind like a movie. I remember sleeping
on the floor and eating instant noodles when I first came to Shanghai after graduating from university; I remember the excitement of receiving my first paycheck; I remember Xiaowen's
ecstatic joy when she held the ring I gave her. When the movie ended, I was left all alone, like a summer leaf,
ruthlessly abandoned in its most vibrant season.
Xiaoya's breathing awakened me from my reverie. Looking at the peacefully sleeping woman beside me,
my heart surged like a turbulent sea, yet gradually calmed down. When God closes a door,
He opens a window.
Perhaps, even without Xiaowen's departure, I was destined never to find that purest love again. Without Xiaowen,
God sent Xiaoya back to my side. This must be God's arrangement! Thinking of this, my emotions
calmed considerably, and I secretly made a vow: in this life, I will never hurt Xiaoya.
When I woke up the next day, Xiaoya's delicate face came into view. She was already awake, propping her head up with
her arm and looking at me with a sweet smile.
"Brother, you're not as handsome as before, but you're more manly, hehe."
"Yeah, you've grown up now, you've become more womanly, it always makes me want to..." I said,
rolling over and pinning her down, pretending to violate her. Xiaoya giggled, crying for help while
letting my hands knead her full, soft breasts. I lowered my head and kissed my way down her breasts
to her lower abdomen, then smelled that familiar, fishy scent again. I jumped out of bed and scooped her up in my arms. Xiaoya looked at me
in fright , clinging tightly to my neck, unsure of what I was about to do.
"Silly girl, you smell like me down there, go wash up!"
In the bathroom, warm water washed over Xiaoya's curvaceous body. My hands kneaded her
high, full breasts along the foam. Xiaoya leaned against my chest, enjoying the cozy rhythm. My hands slid over...
Her flat stomach rested on her full pubic bone. Sparse pubic hair clung softly to her pubic bone like seaweed
, and my fingers inserted into the groove between her labia, teasing and stirring back and forth. Xiaoya gasped as my
fingers entered her hot, wet cavity, dripping with juices.
I pressed Xiaoya's hands against the wall, keeping her prone position, her buttocks raised in front of me.
"Brother, you're not going to... ah..." Xiaoya screamed as my hard penis entered
that deep, fiery valley. I pounded Xiaoya's buttocks forcefully, releasing my power like a wild beast. Two
foamy bodies intertwined, the slapping sounds accompanied by splashing water droplets. Xiaoya struggled to hold onto the wall, being
wildly thrust into by me, her body swaying like a lotus leaf in the wind, accompanied by moans and groans, which
engulfed us like a tidal wave of lust.
"Ah...ah...I'm coming..." Xiaoya's orgasm came quickly and intensely. Her whole body trembled and spasmed
, her buttocks clenched, and her vagina contracted and convulsed in waves, gushing out warm fluid that washed over my
glans , my penis and scrotum were covered in a wet, hot liquid. I thrust my penis forcefully, as if trying to reach her uterus,
ignoring Xiaoya's moans and trembling, all my strength concentrated on those few inches of my penis,
thrusting in and out rapidly like an electric motor. When my semen finally spurted out, shooting deep into Xiaoya's vagina, I felt incredibly satisfied.
I borrowed a car from a very good friend, on the condition that my cousin bring back
a certain celebrity's photobook and DVD for him next time he goes to Japan on a business trip. Driving, I could take Xiaoya to explore this bustling
city.
Xiaoya is a little woman, and satisfying her desire to shop made her very happy. It's just that she shopped a lot but
bought very little, which made me a little miserable. Later, whenever she saw clothes she liked, I would just ask the salesperson to pack them up
and pay for them . Although Xiaoya complained that what I bought was too expensive, I didn't care. Without Xiaowen, I suddenly didn't know
what to do with my money. If it could make Xiaoya happy, spending a little money was nothing.
I bought Xiaoya a sexy lingerie set. She was initially reluctant, saying she had never worn
anything so sexy before. But I insisted on buying it anyway because the saleswoman in the store came out of the fitting room and said to me,
"Sir, your girlfriend has such a great figure, even I, a woman, am a little tempted." I didn't know if she was
flattering me, but it made me feel very accomplished, so I paid for it without hesitation.
After spending the whole day shopping with Xiaoya, it was almost dark when we got back to the car. Shanghai under the night sky was like a
dreamlike city. Outside the car window, the dazzling neon lights, huge billboards, and towering skyscrapers were
adorned with lights, forming a vast urban forest. Xiaoya sat in the car, looking at the scenery outside the window, and asked me with a sigh, "Brother,
do you plan to live in Shanghai in the future?"
I shook my head. Xiaoya asked curiously why, and I told her that it was because the city was too big and too
luxurious , not suitable for ordinary people like us. It was noisy and restless, materialistic, and too easy to lose one's way.
In the two years I had lived in Shanghai, I had seen too many shadows behind the prosperity, too many people struggling for profit,
sinking in the sea of desire, and ultimately losing themselves, becoming slaves to money and materialism.
I thought of Xiaowen, and my mood darkened. Xiaoya seemed to understand my thoughts. She reached out and gently patted my
shoulder, saying, "Brother, I'm sorry, I brought up your memories." I shook my head, indicating that she didn't need to worry.
Driving through the traffic, my heart gradually calmed down. When we arrived at the building, I asked Xiaoya to get out and wait for
me, and then went to the community parking lot to park the car. When I came back, I saw Xiaoya still sitting on the bench by the roadside, watching
with great interest a group of men, women, and children dancing in the square. Xiaoya pulled my finger and pointed to the crowd, saying, "Brother,
this is the life I want."
I didn't quite understand her, and Xiaoya continued, "Having someone I love, a little place to live,
and being able to freely express myself like everyone here after work every day—well, actually, just being an
ordinary person is enough." Xiaoya paused, seemingly deep in thought.
"Brother, you know what? I'm under so much pressure right now, even though I'm only 24. My parents had to send
my two younger brothers out of school a long time ago to support my education. They're immature, but even the little bit of
money they give me each month hurts me. My parents always dream of having a house and a job in the city like your family,
even if it's not as good as yours, they'd be content. But they don't have that kind of means! So, their
only daughter who went to university is their only hope."
"Brother, you know what university students are like these days, not what they imagine. I study like crazy in
university , and I haven't even dared to tell them I have a boyfriend, or get too close to him.
I remember you once told me there are too many playboys in university who take advantage of their rich families to mess around with girls.
So, I can only devote all my time to studying. People in my dorm say I'm a bit of a weirdo..."
"So, I only started dating Lu San after graduation. He came from the countryside like me, and
he's very good to me. He's also very hardworking and ambitious. Although he's not my type, I'll still try to
accept him and like him. Because I feel that maybe he's the one who can stay with me forever and give me
the life I want! But his family is even worse off than mine, and I don't know when my family will be able to accept
him..."
This was the first time Xiaoya had told me her worries, and I couldn't help but hug her and gently comfort her: "
Everything will be alright. As long as you take the first step, you'll have everything." Xiaoya looked up, took a deep
breath, and said, "Brother, it's okay! Don't worry about me. I know I still have a brother! My brother will always
be good to me, right?" After saying that, she winked at me, her expression much more relaxed.
I held Xiaoya in my arms, kissing her beautiful hair. Xiaoya gradually calmed down. I suddenly remembered
what she had just said, so I asked her, "You said he's not your type. So what kind of man do you like?"
Xiaoya blushed slightly, pressing herself against my chest, seemingly lost in thought. "Brother, I like
men like you—a little chubby and strong—because it makes me feel safe. Although people nowadays often measure
men , I still think that's the most basic sense of security. Lu San is too thin; sometimes I feel like I'm
the one protecting him." After saying this, Xiaoya took my hand. "Brother, holding your hand feels so big and warm
. Let's go home!"
Back home, Xiaoya's mood was noticeably better. She excitedly flipped through my things like a child who had just bought a new toy.
I bought her bags and bags of things. I said, "Don't look at them! You can try them on one by one after you shower." Xiaoya
suddenly realized and went to the bathroom. Seeing my deliberately dark face, she obediently took my hand and said, "Brother, can you help me shower
?"
After showering, I had Xiaoya change into the underwear I bought during the day. Xiaoya looked at herself in the mirror, her exposed body
making her a little embarrassed. Her full breasts were barely covered, only a thin layer of fabric supporting them.
Her panties only covered her genitals, with a thin strap threaded through her buttocks,
revealing her plump bottom to me, arousing my desire.
I picked Xiaoya up and threw her on the bed. She giggled. I suddenly remembered something, so I
took out the emergency contraceptive pills I bought downstairs from my bag and handed them to her. Xiaoya took the pills, looked at them, and put them directly into her mouth.
Xiaoya's actions surprised me, so I asked, "Do you often take this?"
Xiaoya nodded, and seeing my furrowed brow, she said timidly that Lu San didn't like using condoms,
so sometimes he would make her take this.
Xiaoya's words made me want to cry and angry at the same time. A college student didn't even have this much sex education, and I was angry
that her boyfriend was so selfish, disregarding Xiaoya's health for his own pleasure. I
gave Xiaoya the instructions from the birth control pill box, explaining why this pill shouldn't be taken too often, while angrily berating her
boyfriend .
Seeing my emotional state, Xiaoya obediently took my hand and said, "Okay, okay! I know I was wrong!
I won't take it again!" Seeing that I was still a little angry, she shook my hand and pleaded in a coquettish tone
, "Brother, don't say anymore, I want it..."
It was the first time I had ever seen Xiaoya speak to me in this tone, and my recently subsided desire immediately rose again. I
quickly stripped Xiaoya of her underwear. After a series of teasing and entanglement, Xiaoya was already panting, and her lower garden
was oozing fluid. I took out a condom, and just as I was about to put it on, Xiaoya reminded me, "Brother, I
've taken medicine! I don't need to wear one."
I was somewhat grateful for Xiaoya's understanding, so I simply lay down on the bed and gestured for Xiaoya to get on top of me. She straddled
me, spread her legs, and somewhat clumsily grasped my swollen, hard monster with her hands,
rubbing it for a while before finally swallowing it. Xiaoya's waist sank, and I felt my penis enter a warm, slippery
passage, her labia tightly pressed against my pubic bone. The head of my penis seemed to have touched Xiaoya's cervix, and she
frowned , seemingly not quite used to it yet.
I gestured for her to move up and down on her own, and Xiaoya awkwardly twisted her waist a few times before giving up, lying on top of me,
clinging to me like an octopus, not moving at all.
I felt her two full mounds of flesh pressed against my chest. Xiaoya's clumsy movements only fueled my
desire. This woman, still a novice in sex, would have been
writhing and swaying her hips on top of me if it were the old Xiaowen. But now, I could only hold Xiaoya's plump, round buttocks and
thrust into her vagina from below. Xiaoya nestled against my neck, seemingly enjoying the pleasure of sex.
"How many times have you done it with him?" I asked as I thrust.
"Brother, you're so mean..."
I quickened my pace, and Xiaoya moaned. I repeated my question, and she finally answered
with a hint of shame, "Okay! Brother, just five or six times... ah..."
From virgin to woman, Xiaoya had only experienced sex five or six times. No wonder her vagina was so tight and narrow,
gripping my penis tightly, sending waves of tingling sensation through me.
"Remember the games we played when we were little? You always liked to be on top back then, why don't you do
that now?" I teased Xiaoya.
“Brother, you’re so mean! It wasn’t this thick back then! And it never went in… ah…
ah…”
“Did you ever have an orgasm with him?”
Xiaoya nodded, then shook her head, her face flushing even more intensely: “I don’t know…”
“It just felt so good… I peed…” I explained.
Xiaoya shook her head, and I felt a pang of sadness. Even with such a sensitive constitution, he couldn’t make her orgasm; Lu San was quite
a failure. I flipped Xiaoya over and pinned her beneath me, spreading her snow-white thighs wide, and then focused on
thrusting inside her. Xiaoya’s moans grew more rapid, her cries and the slapping sounds echoing in the room.
“Ah… brother… I think… I think I’m coming again…”
I felt my penis being gripped tightly by her, her vagina convulsing, and a hot, gushing fluid gushing out, making
the area where our genitals met wet. As Xiaoya reached her climax, an unusual tingling
sensation climax subsided,
I thrust tirelessly into her wet, hot vagina again and again. Finally, with a low growl, I ejaculated my hot semen into Xiaoya's
body .
Our lower bodies remained tightly connected. I stared at Xiaoya, her face still flushed, her breasts
covered in fine beads of sweat.
The post-orgasmic bliss made her bloom like a flower, even more beautiful.
In the summer of 2010, I experienced the deepest abyss of pain and also stepped into the most beautiful paradise.
The contrast between sorrow and joy was so intense that it left an indelible mark on my heart. My feelings for Xiaoya, besides love,
are filled with deep gratitude, because she not only saved my relationship but also prevented me from sliding down that
path . Xiaoya gave me not only physical satisfaction but also solace in my empty heart, like
grabbing a lifebuoy instead of a straw when you're drowning—the immense joy that comes with it.

The following time, I took Xiaoya to explore this bustling metropolis. I've lived in Shanghai for over two years
, and the city feels both familiar and unfamiliar to me. Familiar because work has kept me traveling all over
Shanghai , but I haven't had much time to truly appreciate its scenery.
So, like Xiaoya, when I looked down at the city from over a hundred meters above the Oriental Pearl Tower,
I couldn't help but marvel.
Similarly, the various wonders of the World Expo Park captivated me. Xiaoya also seemed to fall in love with
the city; her camera never stopped, taking tons of
photos , while I preferred the elegant and beautiful figures within the scenery.
The dazzling array of snacks at the City God Temple was a real treat for Xiaoya, and I learned for the first time
what take home. Xiaoya is someone who knows how to enjoy life; she could eat so much at Nanxiang Steamed Buns...
You could queue for ages at the entrance just to buy a few steamed buns, or walk all the way to the end of the Bund just to
admire the various ancient buildings with their exotic charm.
Besides enjoying the city's scenery, Xiaoya also really enjoyed spending time with me. So, when we
were tired after a day of sightseeing, we would enjoy a sweet time together in the car, and I experienced car
sex for the first time. However, due to the cramped space, apart from the more intense psychological stimulation—sometimes when we stopped on the side of the road,
passersby would walk by, making it feel like making love in front of everyone—the other sensations weren't as
pleasurable as in bed.
We didn't get home until very late on the first day, and Xiaoya seemed to still be wanting more. After a quick shower when we got home, she
sat on the bed wrapped in a towel, connected her camera to my laptop, and browsed the photos from the day. As I looked at the photos,
Xiaoya 's face flushed. She pinched me, who was playing on my phone, and pointed at the screen, saying,
"Brother, you're so mean! You even took photos like this!"
I followed Xiaoya's gaze. In the photos on the screen, Xiaoya was completely naked, with a thick
penis inserted into her vagina—the image was incredibly lewd.
It turned out to be photos I had secretly taken of Xiaoya during her orgasm the previous night. Xiaoya pretended to delete them, but I
quickly hugged her, whispering in her ear, "Don't you think you look beautiful in the photos?
A woman during an orgasm is the most moving sight in the world!"
Xiaoya was pleased by my coaxing and gave up on deleting them, scrolling through the photos one by one. In most of the photos,
Xiaoya was completely naked, either with her legs wide open or bent over with her buttocks raised, her pubic hair clearly visible, and her vaginal fluids
overflowing. I don't know how a woman feels when she sees photos of herself having sex or even orgasming, but when I reached out and
touched her wet vulva, it was clear that Xiaoya was already aroused.
"Brother, am I pretty?" Xiaoya suddenly asked.
"Yeah, of course you're pretty!" I answered without hesitation.
"Compared to her?" Xiaoya pointed to the screen. I looked over and saw another woman's
picture on the screen—Xiaowen. I suddenly remembered that this camera had been with me for many years, containing countless
photos of Xiaowen and me.
"Of course you're prettier than her," I said. "More importantly, you wouldn't be as heartless as she is in hurting
someone who loves you."
Xiaoya seemed to appreciate my words. She stopped talking and continued scrolling through the photos with curiosity. My hand
roamed over her naked body under her bathrobe, and my penis was already hard and erect. Just as I was about to take Xiaoya
right there , she screamed, pointed at the screen, and turned to stare at me with wide eyes.
I looked at the screen and saw a huge penis on the screen, veins bulging like a monster, the glans inside a
sexy, alluring mouth. This was a photo I had taken of my girlfriend Xiaowen giving me oral sex. Her expression was natural, with
a hint of lewdness as she looked at the camera. I suddenly felt this was a perfect opportunity to "train" Xiaoya, so I
gently said, "What, do you want to kiss it for me too?"
We'd made love so many times, and I'd always been the one serving her; she'd never given me oral sex,
so I had to change her.
"Brother, I don't want to be as lewd as you guys! And so dirty..."
"I'll clean it very thoroughly! It even spits things out inside you all the time!" I teased her,
then said gently, "Actually, love isn't just about what you get; giving for love is also a kind of happiness.
Every time I kiss you, seeing your excited and satisfied expression makes me feel happy.
The feeling of being needed by you makes me very satisfied."
Encouraged by me, Xiaoya slowly bent down and lay between my thighs. Looking at my erect and thick penis, she
said a little fearfully, "Brother, it's so big! Can you swallow it?"
"Your mouth isn't smaller than your lower mouth, is it..." I teased her, dispelling her concerns.
Xiaoya finally opened her mouth and slowly took my glans into her mouth. A tingling sensation spread from her mouth,
and I deliberately exclaimed exaggeratedly, "Oh, so good, baby, thank you!"
Encouraged by my words, Xiaoya began to awkwardly swallow and thrust. After I gestured for her not to touch it with
her teeth , Xiaoya quickly learned how to make me feel better. My penis
slid back and forth in Xiaoya's warm mouth. Looking at Xiaoya's beautiful face, her lips occasionally swallowing my thick penis, I felt
a sense of accomplishment in conquering her.
"Brother, my mouth is so sore!" Xiaoya spat out my penis.
"Good job! Now it's your turn to enjoy it," I said, then gestured for her to straddle me, riding on my
face . Looking at those two wet, slightly parted labia so close to my eyes, I took them into my mouth, my tongue
sliding back and forth in the crevice between them. My mouth was full of slippery, warm juices, and Xiaoya moaned. She held onto the wall, her waist twisting
like .
"Brother, I want it..."
"If you want it, come on up!"
Xiaoya eagerly climbed onto my lap, spread her legs, and sat down on my erect penis,
her movements much more practiced than last time. My penis, like a pagoda pointing straight to the sky, slid smoothly into the crevice between her labia, mixed with saliva and Xiaoya's vaginal
fluids , feeling the hot, tight, and comfortable sensation inside her vagina, making me
let out a low, pleasurable roar.
Xiaoya placed her hands on my lower abdomen, eagerly twisting her waist, her hips rising and falling, swallowing and releasing my
penis. Compared to yesterday's awkwardness, Xiaoya had learned how to bring more pleasure. Her
body bounced up and down joyfully, like a small boat on a wave, bobbing up and down with the rhythm of swallowing and releasing my penis
.
I also moved my hips in rhythm with Xiaoya, thrusting upwards against Xiaoya's plump buttocks, each thrust penetrating
deeply into Xiaoya's vagina, our two bodies colliding, impacting, and surging wildly. The room echoed
with Xiaoya's moans and the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh. Xiaoya's orgasm came quickly and intensely; she collapsed
onto me, gripping my arm tightly, her vagina contracting and convulsing, gushing out hot fluid.
I held Xiaoya's buttocks, continuing to thrust into her. Xiaoya pressed against me, her plump
breasts flattened into fleshy mounds. Her rapid breathing and moans intensely stimulated
my brain, and finally, I couldn't hold back any longer; a wave of pleasure washed over me,
and I ejaculated. When the flames of passion burned away the barrier between Xiaoya and me,
there was no longer . Passion burned like a flame in our hearts, and like a lake in the desert, it made Xiaoya and me feel...
We were completely absorbed in it. Like fish stranded on the shore for too long, Xiaoya and I were suddenly back in the embrace of the water, greedily
savoring the sweetness of love. We chased and frolicked in the lake, tumbling and rolling around, seemingly destined
to live happily ever after.
But Xiaoya and I both knew that sooner or later, these two fish would return to the vast ocean, lost among
the schools of fish, never to return to each other. Because we already knew we were destined to part, we cherished
this precious reunion even more.
Xiaoya once asked me, "What would we be like if you weren't my brother?"
I said, "Then we would probably be like all couples, loving each other, getting married, having children, and growing old
together!"
"No, you're wrong. If you weren't my brother, we might never have met. Even if we did, we
might not have loved each other. Even if we did love each other, it would never be like this, because we
grew up and love each other so deeply." Xiaoya looked at me and said firmly.
Xiaoya's words left me speechless.
"Brother, do you know? If you really weren't my brother, I would be even sadder, because I would have lost
someone very important in this world. He loved me, spoiled me, and let me grow up relying on
him . He allowed me to freely enjoy everything he gave me without any pressure, let me confide all my troubles, and let me
live without wearing a mask. Even when I was abandoned by a man one day, he could fill that
void."
"Brother, because we were never together, we will never be separated. No matter what
happens , I will always remember that you will always be there. That's the sense of security I feel with you, something that no one
can replace."
Xiaoya said calmly and firmly. This was the most honest
sentiment .
That year, Shanghai became a city of love because of Xiaoya's presence. We freely expressed
our youth and love, our passion like a blazing flame, enveloping us.
I took Xiaoya all over Shanghai, and with her, we felt each other's
love , giving each other everything without reservation. We enjoyed everything about each other, including sex. It could
happen anytime; a hug, a kiss, or even a glance could ignite our raw
desires. In the car, in the roadside woods, in the dark corner of a movie theater, when our bodies were joined,
we were satisfied like thirsty people suddenly discovering a delicious meal.
The most exciting time was when I took Xiaoya to the azure sea and golden sand. The blue sky, the clear water, the soft
sand , plus Xiaoya's beautiful figure in a swimsuit—it was undoubtedly a wonderful sexual journey. However, because
there were so many people, even though Xiaoya and I deliberately pitched our tent in a corner away from the crowd, we still couldn't escape the noisy
flow .
Xiaoya lay on my lap, using her mouth to service me—Xiaoya's oral skills were already very proficient, making my
penis erect and hard like a monster. As I pressed her down on the sand and thrust into her forcefully from behind,
I didn't know how much the thin tent could block out. The people coming and going outside made me feel like I was making love in
front of everyone . Occasionally, someone would stop, seemingly listening to Xiaoya's desperately suppressed moans and cries.
This stimulation made Xiaoya's body exceptionally sensitive; her vagina tightly gripped my penis, causing me to ejaculate quickly
.
In my small apartment, everywhere was covered in our sweat and fluids—on the bed,
sofa , in the bathroom, in the kitchen. I had transformed Xiaoya from a naive girl into a woman who actively enjoyed sex. She
even liked to watch videos of me and Xiaowen while I thrust into her. Every time she was close to climax, she would
cling to me tightly, moaning, "Brother, fuck me like you fuck her… ahh… I'm coming
…" Then she would convulse and tighten around my thick, hard penis.
Watching two women moaning and groaning beneath me, my mind went blank,
only the primal pleasure surging from our joined bodies fueling my tireless thrusting into Xiaoya.
Being with Xiaoya was undeniably blissful, like a dream. So when Xiaoya received
a call from her boyfriend one day, I knew the dream was ending. Xiaoya walked outside, her back to me, and calmly
talked to Lu San for a long time. I don't know what she said, but when she came back in and said, "Brother, I'm
leaving," I wasn't surprised. I smiled and said to Xiaoya, "Yeah, I should go to work too,
or I'll starve."
That night, on that bed soaked with sweat and love juice, we lay naked,
passionately entwined.
I don't know how many times we made love, because we only used one condom. After I ejaculated
, Xiaoya ripped it off, threw it far away, and then, without hesitation, opened her mouth and took my semen-covered
penis in, sucking and swallowing it desperately. As it swelled into a hard, monstrous form in her mouth, Xiaoya straddled
me , her body bouncing wildly like a spirited horse. Her juices flowed down her thighs, making my
lower abdomen slippery.
"Brother, I want you to cum inside me, I love that hot feeling..." Xiaoya gasped,
speaking .
I lost count of how many times I ejaculated inside her, because each orgasm would leave me exhausted and falling asleep. In
my dreams , touching her body would reignite my lust, either waking her with my own wet
vagina, or she would suck my penis until it hardened, then spread her legs and swallow it with her vagina
, manipulating it wildly. Eventually, I ejaculated less and less, while Xiaoya's thighs were covered in
dried marks, her vagina overflowing with milky white semen.
On the way to the station, Xiaoya wore sunglasses. Perhaps she hadn't slept well from the previous night's wildness,
or perhaps the separation was painful for both of us. I knew she didn't want me to see her red eyes. When we arrived at the station,
Xiaoya seemed reluctant to get off the train. After I urged her several times, she suddenly turned to me and said, "Brother,
do you still want me one more time?"
I was startled. Although desire could ignite at any moment, reason prevailed. I led her into
the station and then saw her onto the train. "Brother, you must take good care of yourself." These were the last words Xiaoya said to me before she left.
After saying this, Xiaoya calmed down considerably. She kept waving at me through the train window.
After the bus disappeared into the traffic
, everything returned to normal after Xiaoya left. I threw myself into my work,
often working late into the night, sometimes even spending the night at the company. Because I followed my manager from the client
department to the design department, there was so much to learn, and my efforts finally paid off. At the end of the year, my manager
applied to the boss for a car for me, a recognition of my work. Although it was just an ordinary car, it still
gave me hope for my future.
In the autumn, I received news of Xiaowen's wedding. She didn't invite me, just sent a
text message saying I was married and asking for my blessings. Of course, I wouldn't be stingy with a single blessing. To
be honest, I no longer blamed her, and I understood her. Besides sincerely wishing her happiness, I also
transferred a 3888 yuan red envelope to her account. Because Xiaowen and I had been together for so many years, only after we broke up did I
realize she had given me far more than I had.
After Xiaoya went back home, we often kept in touch online. Her tone was as innocent and warm as a brother's and sister's; only I
could sense the intimacy in her words. I didn't want to interfere too much with her life, and I was also worried that her boyfriend would check her
chat history, so there was basically nothing sensitive in the conversations.
Xiaoya told me that she and her boyfriend were doing well, except that no one went shopping with her. But that was good; they could save money to
buy a house for their family.
During the Spring Festival, Xiaoya didn't go home. She went to Beijing with her boyfriend because he believed there
were better opportunities there. So, the two of them quit their jobs and went to Beijing to try their luck. They quickly settled down in Beijing again;
after all, it shouldn't be too difficult for IT graduates to find jobs. Xiaoya said that she was very busy with her new job and also busy readjusting
to her new environment, so we chatted less and less. Sometimes, I wouldn't see her even once a month.
Once, I called her, and the phone rang for a long time before she answered. She tried to lower her voice and said
she couldn't , and
I hung up the phone without thinking.
I found myself feeling neither jealousy nor unhappiness. Perhaps I truly
remembered Xiaoya's words: "We were never together, so we'll never be apart." I know there are
things I can't give her, so I sincerely wish her happiness. People say true wisdom appears as foolishness; my
relationship with Xiaoya could best be described as "great love appearing as no love."
When I went home for the New Year, my parents finally found out about Xiaowen and me. They respected my opinion, but
urged me to get married sooner, as they wanted me to settle down. My mother even whispered
to me more than once that she wanted a grandson, asking if I could have one if I couldn't get married.
I smiled noncommittally; this was a matter of life and death, not something to be decided on a whim. But my mother
was clearly serious; she kept introducing me to various women for blind dates, so I had to
return to Shanghai early, ostensibly for work. As a result, several women who worked near Shanghai came to Shanghai to see me. Upon meeting, they immediately threw themselves at me, booked rooms, and engaged in increasingly promiscuous
sex Before we even finished, they acted like they owned the place,
discussing whether to buy a house in Shanghai or back in their hometown after marriage.
I despise such blatantly materialistic women. Being materialistic is fine, but don't use your only asset—your body
— to gain favor. I even find
it more appealing to have coffee together, go hiking, or exercise than to have sex in a hotel room. They knew they had no hope of becoming my daughters-in-law, and
wisely after receiving their benefits, they stopped bothering me. Sometimes I'd take them shopping for clothes or bags
, sometimes I'd just give them some money to send them on their way.
However, one woman named Xiao Wan actually became my casual sex partner. Because her oral skills were truly exceptional, I was
completely captivated. Every time we had sex, I'd have her perform the final climax with her mouth, and then ejaculate thick amounts of semen into her mouth
. Xiao Wan's efforts were certainly rewarded. In the first month, I gave her an iPhone 4s
and over two thousand yuan worth of cosmetics, so she always let me ejaculate all over her face.
During that time, without Xiao Wen or Xiao Ya, thankfully Xiao Wan kept me from feeling too empty.
I don't know if my relationship with Xiao Wan was that of friends with benefits, lovers, or sugar daddy, but it probably only

lasted about six months. One day, Xiao Wan told me that she had found a boyfriend and was getting married, and that she wouldn't be coming to my
place anymore. After that, I never contacted Xiao Wan again.
At the end of 2011, the company opened a branch in Guangzhou, and the manager asked if I would be willing to go and mentor
new employees. I agreed. It wasn't that I was really interested in mentoring new employees, but I wanted a change of
scenery after staying in Shanghai for so long. Xiao Ya's shadow was everywhere here, especially when I went home, I would unconsciously think of those familiar
memories.
The branch had just opened, so it was naturally busier than usual, and with the added adjustment to the new environment, I felt a bit disoriented.
I never had time to tidy up my new place after moving in; it was a mess. My manager once came to my house
to watch a football game , and he almost fainted from the stench of my smelly socks and shoes scattered everywhere. He
refused to come to my house again after that and kept urging me to find a girlfriend as soon as possible, or he would dock my bonus.
This was the first time, besides my family, that a stranger had pressured me to find a girlfriend.
Joking aside, my manager was still very kind to me. He would occasionally take me to Dongguan to experience the warmth of
women . My manager didn't have many hobbies, his only one being this, so with him, I witnessed
the myriad forms of women in Dongguan sauna hotels and enjoyed all sorts of diverse services, making me realize that Dongguan
truly deserves its reputation as a man's paradise.
But while each time was enjoyable, watching young, unfamiliar women moaning beneath me always left me feeling a lack of
passion . Perhaps sex without love is just a physiological need; even with Xiao Wan, I
still felt a touch of pity for her. So, maybe I really should find a girlfriend.
Then, I actually met a woman who captivated me, igniting a longing for
marriage .
Meeting Lin Lan was purely coincidental. Once, a classmate had a reunion in Shenzhen. I rarely attend these gatherings, but since I happened to be in
Guangzhou, I couldn't resist an invitation from a female classmate and went to join the fun. After a few drinks, the group suggested
playing game. The game was simple: men and women paired up, the men were blindfolded, and they had to spin around a few times.
Guided by their female companions, the game involved navigating obstacles like beer bottles and stools to reach the finish line. The women
then returned the same way, and the fastest team won.
I didn't have a female companion, so I hadn't planned to participate. However, soon my female classmate found
me. I assumed she wanted me to play with her, wondering why her husband wasn't there. Then, she smiled and pulled a beautiful, delicate woman behind her
, asking if I could join her friend. In my opinion, refusing a woman's request is very ungentlemanly
, especially from such a beautiful woman. That's how I met Lin Lan.
Perhaps it was a meeting of minds, but Lin Lan and I worked together seamlessly, easily completing the game and surprisingly becoming the
winners. Naturally, the group wasn't going to let me take the prize. Besides having to drink a large glass of a mixture of various red and white
wines , they also wanted me to guess what color underwear Lin Lan was wearing.
I could drink the wine for her, but I genuinely didn't know what color underwear Lin Lan was wearing. I should have just
asked her. After thinking for a moment, I answered, "Black!" Then I watched as Lin Lan excitedly jumped up and hugged
me, and amidst their cheers, kissed me on the cheek—I had actually guessed right!
It was quite a coincidence, I suppose! After the party, my female classmate solemnly
handed the slightly tipsy Lin Lan over to me, saying I must take good care of her, with a hint of something strange in her eyes. I didn't pay much attention and took
a taxi to send Lin Lan home. Lin Lan's limp body leaned against me, her face flushed, seemingly truly drunk.
Lin Lan lived quite far away; the car took over an hour, and I almost fell asleep.
Lin Lan, who had been leaning on my shoulder, suddenly looked up and, with hazy, drunken eyes, asked, "How did you know I was wearing black?"
Actually, it was the answer I subconsciously thought of, because I had once seen a psychological test online that said a
woman wearing black underwear meant she was romantic and wild inside, always
passionate .
"Do you think I'm dressed... provocatively today?" Lin Lan asked curiously. She wore a light
jacket and a short skirt, making her look more like a schoolgirl.
Psychologists have said that people's behavior is often related to their inner thoughts, either consistent
or the opposite. Quiet people can be wilder than lively people when they're outgoing, which is why many
gentle girls like to listen to rock music; they yearn for their passionate selves. So, I think
Lin Lan is that kind of girl, having taken a gamble.
Lin Lan laughed heartily, the neon lights outside the car casting her flushed face like blooming
peach blossoms . She suddenly leaned close to my ear, and I could smell the warm breath carrying the scent of alcohol.
"We're home. Want to know if you bet right?"
I carried Lin Lan's limp body upstairs. She hooked her arms around my neck, smiling, her lips
as red and alluring as strawberries.
Soon, I knew I had bet right. As soon as the door closed, her hot lips pressed against mine
, like a desert fish greedily thirsting for water.
I threw her onto the bed and roughly stripped her naked. Lin Lan's breasts weren't large, but they were firm and perky
. When I took one in my mouth and sucked hard, Lin Lan let out a soft moan. Lin Lan was indeed a
woman full of passion and wildness. My fingers roamed over her body, touching her soft labia, which
were already dripping with nectar.
My fingers skillfully slid into her hot little hole, and from Lin Lan's body's reactions, I quickly found her
sensitive spot. I kneaded and rubbed her inside her, and Lin Lan cried out like a cat in heat in spring: "
Ah...so good...ah...you're so amazing..."
Lin Lan twisted her waist and writhed, then suddenly rolled over and pushed me down onto the bed. She quickly pulled off
my underwear, revealing my erect and thick penis. She opened her mouth and took it in, swallowing and sucking. Lin Lan's
oral skills were superb; there was no teeth involved. Her tongue licked from the glans all the way to the scrotum, then circled
the penis opening her mouth and taking it in deeply. I felt my hardest spot
enveloped by her warm, moist mouth, like a fish swimming in warm water, carefree and comfortable.
Lin Lan grasped my hard penis, straddled me like a horse, her plump buttocks sinking down, swallowing
my stiff, thick rod until her labia pressed against my pubic bone. Lin Lan
began , rising and falling like waves on the sea, each swallow releasing warm fluid that felt
hot and pleasurable. Lin Lan bounced excitedly on top of me, like a whirlwind, finally collapsing onto me
, panting and motionless.
"I can't take it anymore, it's your turn," Lin Lan said breathlessly.
I rolled over and placed her on the bed. She raised her legs high, her lower body wide open before me. I
gripped her ankles, my rock-hard penis erect, and thrust it fiercely into her vagina,
pumping .
At first, Lin Lan could sway her hips up and down to meet my thrusts, but soon she gave up under my rapid thrusts
. Shamelessly, she rubbed her clitoris with her hands, letting out wanton moans: "Ah...faster...
don't stop...I'm coming..."

I suddenly remembered something and stopped: "Do you have a condom? Give me one."
Lin Lan, who was about to reach orgasm, was anxious because of my abrupt stop. She twisted her waist,
her vagina forcefully engulfing my penis, and said impatiently: "Don't wear one! I'll take my medicine later, hurry up
! Please, hurry up..." Without
any worries, the slapping sounds of impact rang out again. Lin Lan's orgasm came like a storm , her nails digging into my arm. I also quickly erupted inside her, shooting my hot semen deep into her vagina. That night, Lin Lan and I made love three times until I finally fell into a deep sleep, completely exhausted. Lin Lan became my girlfriend, not because I would take responsibility for such a one-night stand, but because when I woke up the next day, Lin Lan had already cooked a steaming pot of porridge and was sitting on the edge of the bed, smiling at me with eyes full of a lover's tenderness. At that moment, a part of me was touched. Fortunately, Lin Lan was undoubtedly a good girlfriend. In daily life, she was gentle and virtuous. After she moved in, she transformed my messy pigsty into a cozy love nest. Besides keeping the house clean and tidy, Lin Lan was also very considerate, knowing what clothes to wear and what shoes to match. Even my manager kept asking to come to my house to see what it was like.

What kind of woman did I keep at home, managing to turn me into this?
Lin Lan's family seems to be quite well-off, although she rarely mentions it to me. She's almost never asked me for money
, and sometimes even buys me things. I've asked her a few times, and she says her father is the only one in her family, and her younger sister is already
working, so there's no financial burden. She's never asked about my salary or anything like that, and she
rarely interferes with my spending, only saying that I should just do what I like and not be too extravagant.
Lin Lan's usual gentleness and virtuousness only amplify her passion and madness in bed. I'm immersed in our sexual
world, feeling her passion and charm. It's not that I haven't seen women with impressive sex skills, but compared to
Lin Lan , loving sex undoubtedly makes me more engaged and passionate. Lin Lan clearly enjoys
everything I do for her. Every time I lick her, she moans with ecstasy, giving me a great sense of accomplishment.
Some say men like women who are chaste in public but wanton in bed. Lin Lan is undoubtedly such
a woman. Her wantonness in bed doesn't disgust me; instead, it enhances her gentleness and virtuousness.
I was so glad I'd found such a wonderful woman, and I truly had the thought of marriage in my heart.
As the Lunar New Year approached, I planned to take Lin Lan home to meet my family. Lin Lan was also very excited; she
seemed happy with my idea.
I told Xiaoya about Lin Lan, and she was a little surprised, but she still wished me well in finding
someone suitable for me. She even asked for a picture of my future sister-in-law, but I didn't have one because I didn't have one yet.
I hadn't contacted Xiaoya for a while, and after chatting for a bit, her words truly shocked me: she was pregnant
. Although Xiaoya announced the news with a happy tone, it still took my breath away. I
asked Xiaoya what her plans were, and she said she hadn't told Lu San yet! She planned to go home with Lu San for the Lunar New Year and
give him a surprise.
"Don't his family know about you two?" I asked Xiaoya.
"They know, but Lu San said he needs to settle down before we can talk about marriage. I asked him a few days ago, and he
said he'd take me home to meet them first for the Lunar New Year," Xiaoya replied.
"What about your parents? Do they still object to you two being together?" I asked again.
“Now I’m basically not against it anymore, because I saved up for two years and used it all to buy them a house—my parents
bought a house in the city too!” Xiaoya said.
I remained silent. Regardless, since Xiaoya had truly decided to be with Lu San, I naturally wished
her well. After all, it was her first relationship, and if it went smoothly to marriage, it would be a happy thing.
I had no reason to hinder her happiness because of my own selfishness: I had already
set clear principles for my relationship with Xiaoya.
If Xiaoya’s pregnancy surprised and disappointed me, then what happened with Lin Lan left me unsettled
for a long time . Just as meeting Lin Lan was a coincidence, the ending felt like an accident, an accident
I found hard to accept.
Near the end of the year, before the holiday, I went to the company to say goodbye to my manager. I had asked for leave in advance, intending to go home with Lin Lan
for a while longer. The manager readily agreed and suggested we have dinner together that evening, so I could meet
what kind of woman could make me so infatuated. I naturally agreed.
We arranged to have dinner at a restaurant that evening. When the manager sat down opposite us, he looked at Lin Lan carefully for
a few moments , a complicated expression appearing on his face. Lin Lan seemed a little suspicious as well.
"What? Do you know each other?" I asked.
"No, no, she just looks familiar. Maybe it's because she looks like a friend of mine," the manager
said , shaking his head. I looked at Lin Lan, and she also shook her head, indicating she didn't know her.
After dinner, the manager offered to drive us home. He told Lin Lan to get in the car and rest first, then pulled me aside and said, "Let's go
have a smoke ." His actions struck me as odd. We moved out of Lin Lan's sight, and he seemed to understand my thoughts. He
took a drag of his cigarette and slowly said, "I know you won't be happy if you know some things, but as a brother,
I don't want to hide them from you. It concerns your future happiness."
"I do know your girlfriend, and we met in a place we shouldn't have. I even
took you there; it's the XX Hotel in Dongguan."
His words shocked me. I immediately tried to decipher his meaning,
because the XX Hotel was a place the manager often took me to for entertainment. He liked going to this hotel because he said
the girls there were expensive, but of course, their quality and service were much better than other hotels.
"I was very impressed with her because she was pretty and provided good service... That's not what I meant, I just
wanted to tell you that I really know her. If I remember correctly, she also has a name called Qianqian, which is the name she used at
the hotel ."
"She's very cunning and hides herself very well. I know you won't be happy to know this, but
I felt I should tell you, even if you have a problem with me or even hate me... Brother, there are plenty of
fish ! We still need to look forward, right..."
I always thought of Lin Lan as an ordinary woman, but I never expected her to hide herself so deeply. It turns out
she used to work in that industry. Thinking about how Lin Lan's salary was average, yet she never used my money and
often bought me things, and then thinking about how young she was but still captivated me in bed, I finally
understood Since meeting Lin Lan, I'd been fooled by her, foolishly thinking I'd be with
her all along. My heart burned like a fire, aching and filled with anger.
Back in the car, Lin Lan noticed my expression and asked me what was wrong with concern. I didn't want to answer her. Looking at
her beautiful, delicate face, all I could picture was her naked, pinned down by the manager. I suddenly
felt an indescribable disgust and revulsion.
We returned home in silence. Closing the door, Lin Lan still looked at me with suspicion. I stared into her
eyes, as if I wanted to devour her whole, and then uttered a question: "Don't you also have a name,
Qianqian?"
Lin Lan was stunned. She looked at me, her face a complex mix of emotions, and then asked, "
Your manager... told you everything?"
I nodded. Suddenly, Lin Lan knelt down in front of me, grabbed my leg, and
burst into tears, as if she had collapsed: "I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to lie to you, but no woman wants to face the
past ..."
I pulled Lin Lan up and sat her on the sofa, signaling her not to hide anything anymore. Lin Lan cried as she spoke...
She revealed everything she had been hiding. Lin Lan had indeed worked at a hotel. She was naive and tricked
into it by her boyfriend. At first, she resisted, but seeing the women around her earning large sums of money and wearing
luxury goods , she quickly succumbed. Because she was beautiful and intelligent, she quickly became a high-end technician.
She stayed at the hotel for over a year, witnessing too much darkness and the tragic lives of various women. Gradually, she began
to change her perspective, becoming much more mature and wanting to return to a normal life. It just so happened that my female classmate
was her best friend, and through her introduction, she secretly observed me for a long time, leading to that
seemingly .
"I originally wanted to wait for the right opportunity to confess all this to you, but then I decided not to tell you anymore
because I realized I truly loved you. I didn't want you to see my past. I know men
care about that, I'm sorry..."
Actually, Lin Lan was wrong. If I truly loved a woman, I wouldn't care about her past, even if she
really had been a prostitute. As long as she's faithful to me while we're together, I won't
care about her past. I care more about whether she meets my requirements: virtuous, kind, filial to her elders, and
most importantly, she must care about me, love me, and never do anything to hurt me.
These are the things I care about most, no matter how terrible her past may be. But what I cannot tolerate is a woman
deceiving me, regardless of her motives. I will feel betrayed, just like Xiaowen did back then.
If there's something that can't be honestly discussed and faced together, I absolutely cannot accept it—even if it's
already a fait accompli.
Lin Lan calmed down after hearing my words. She wiped away her tears, took a deep breath, and
said to me, "An, I'm sorry. I won't blame you, because this is a mistake I made in the past, and I have to
bear the consequences myself. I just hope that after I leave, you can take good care of yourself and not worry me.
If you're unhappy because of me, I will hate myself for the rest of my life."
Watching Lin Lan pack her bags, my heart softened slightly, but in the end, I didn't stop her. She
's right, this is the price she has to pay. If men tolerate this, even if they're together,
can they really happy?
I wasn't happy that Spring Festival. Although the family reunion eased some of my melancholy, I still became
a bit taciturn. My parents thought I was just too tired from work and didn't say much. I could tell
they were happy because, although their son didn't want to follow the path they had planned, at least he hadn't disappointed
them .
I went to Xiaoya's house and saw the new house she had bought for her parents. It was already decorated, not luxurious but
quite beautiful. Her parents were very satisfied to finally have their own home in the city, and their
tone . I suddenly thought of Xiaoya far away. I wondered how she was doing with Lu San, and whether
she would be shy meeting her future in-laws. So I told her all this and sent
her pictures of her house.
Xiaoya didn't reply for a long time. I assumed she was busy celebrating the New Year with Lu San and didn't think much of it. On New Year 's Eve
, dazzling fireworks lit up the night sky of the small town. I took many photos and sent them to her, but she still didn't
reply. I thought to myself, this girl is probably having a wonderful time at Lu San's house.
On the evening of New Year's Day, I received a call from Xiaoya. I thought to myself, this girl finally remembered to wish me a Happy New Year.
But when I answered, her weak and slightly hoarse voice shattered my heart.
"Brother, I didn't go to Lu San's house, I'm still in Beijing... We broke up... I'm in the hospital... I had
an abortion..." Xiaoya sobbed on the other end of the phone, and I was frantic with worry.
The next day, I bought a plane ticket to Beijing and told my parents that I had to go on
a . Seeing them packing my luggage despite their reluctance, I suddenly felt a pang of guilt. But
there was no time for guilt, because I was so worried about Xiaoya. I said goodbye to them without hesitation and hurriedly
got into a taxi to the airport.
When I saw Xiaoya, she was pale and nestled in my arms like a frail kitten. As I
comforted her, I looked at the chaotic scene in the room: chairs overturned, clothes strewn
everywhere, and shredded banknotes scattered about.
"Brother, do I look much older? And uglier?" Xiaoya asked,
forcing a smile as she noticed me staring at her face.
Little did she know the pain piercing my heart. It had been over a year since we last met. Xiaoya was thin and
haggard , pale, her hair disheveled and haphazardly tied in a bun. She was no longer the vibrant,
beautiful woman she once was.
From Xiaoya's fragmented account, I learned what had happened during that time.
For over a year, Xiaoya had been living a relatively peaceful life in Beijing with Lu San. However, as the initial passion faded,
more practical problems surfaced, the most important being marriage. Under Xiaoya's persistent efforts
to win over her family, and having contributed a significant amount of money to buy a house, her parents were no longer so strongly opposed, only suggesting that Lu San
visit both sets of parents as soon as possible. At Xiaoya's repeated urging, Lu San finally went home to meet them.
Xiaoya 's parents completely changed their previous attitude and began to treat Lu San as their prospective son-in-law.
What puzzled Xiaoya was that Lu San still showed no intention of taking her home to meet them. Although he had promised
to take her home for the Chinese New Year, as the holiday approached, Lu San kept putting it off,
not even bothering to buy train tickets. At that time, Xiaoya was two months pregnant. She had planned to
surprise Lu San by going home with him for the New Year, but his lukewarm attitude finally made her tell him.
It was precisely because of the news of Xiaoya's pregnancy that a tragedy ensued.
"Brother, I was so stupid. I should have known he was having an affair. I was so foolish to let him yell at me
without saying anything back, because I'd given all my money to my family to buy a house, and I hadn't saved any for the wedding..."
"The money for your family's house was all yours? Wasn't it Lu San's?"
"I saved it all myself. When I was with him, I never asked him for money because buying a house
required a lot of money, and I was very frugal. After we broke up, he told me to get lost, saying he always paid the rent
. Ha! I even considered giving him some money for rent before, until that woman showed up and I realized..."
"I was so stupid before, I really thought it was about money..."
"Brother, I've known him for five years, I gave him my virginity, and I've always been the one doing the laundry,
cooking . I spent a lot of money buying a house for my family, but I never asked him for a single penny. I thought that as
my man, he should support me, but I never expected that we would argue about this so many times. He said that I never saved money
to prepare for the wedding and always put the pressure of marriage on him. Until one day, he came back with that woman. That
woman told me to get out, saying that I was a stingy person who wouldn't let go of a man..."
I couldn't listen anymore: "Girl, you have to have some backbone. Why are you still
staying when others have humiliated you like this?"
"I was going to leave, but they wouldn't let me leave. They ransacked the house and said that
if I liked it, I could stay here and they would leave." Xiaoya pointed to the mess in the room, then
to the banknotes on the floor. "He threw these at me, saying it was compensation for my youth. Haha, my youth is
worth so much, 20,000 yuan..."
Xiaoya suddenly burst into tears in my arms. I was furious. While comforting her, I asked her
where Lu San was. Xiaoya seemed to understand what I wanted to do. She took my hand, her eyes brimming with tears, but her voice was firm.
"Brother, let him go! I've already had the abortion, and I'll forget him. Just pretend he never
existed. Don't think about those things anymore. I'll start a new life, okay?"
Seeing that Xiaoya wasn't completely broken, I felt a little relieved. I took her hand,
looking at her weak body with heartache. "Let's leave here!" Xiaoya
nodded, weak as a blade of grass in the wind, seemingly about to be blown over.
I took Xiaoya to a hotel to stay in. She was too weak; she had just had surgery and needed to
rest . I bought a lot of fruit and a pot to cook porridge for her every day. I looked it up online;
you shouldn't touch cold or raw things after an abortion, so doing laundry became my daily routine.
The doctor said to pay attention to hygiene, so from the first day after Xiaoya's surgery, I used warm water to wash her genitals.
At first, Xiaoya wasn't used to it, but after she gradually got used to it, she actually asked me, "Brother, does my genitals
look old and ugly now?"
I shook my head. Although pregnancy had given it a slight tinge, it was still quite pretty.
"Brother, why don't you have any reaction at all?" "Xiaoya said mischievously.
I was speechless. In my eyes, Xiaoya was still just a patient. I wasn't that much of a beast to be interested in a patient
!
A week passed like this. Xiaoya watched me busy with this and that every day, and her face was no longer as
gloomy as it had been in the first few days. Sometimes she would sigh and say to me, 'Brother, it would be so nice to marry you.' I would explain that
the woman who married me would never enjoy such good service because my family has always been patriarchal. You see, my dad
never .
Xiaoya's complexion improved a lot, and she looked no different from an ordinary person." She was getting impatient in her hotel room
and wanted to go out for a walk, but I refused, citing the cold weather. Actually, Beijing winters are
indeed very cold. Although Xiaoya's health had improved a lot, I was still worried about her.
Xiaoya pouted at me, and I figured she was healthy enough to go out, so I asked her
what her . So I said, "Then come with me to Guangzhou! The weather there
is warmer, and you can work there."
Xiaoya nodded.
Back in Guangzhou, the company hadn't started work yet, so I drove... I took Xiaoya for a walk, satisfying
her longing for the outside world after being confined in her cage. Then we went to the supermarket and bought some daily necessities and a lot of food.
Xiaoya had lost a lot of weight and needed to eat more.
Xiaoya was a little surprised that my house was very clean and tidy, unlike a man's place. I frankly told her
that it was all thanks to Lin Lan.
Xiaoya seemed very interested in Lin Lan and kept asking me about her. I didn't hide anything.
After hearing my story, Xiaoya said regretfully, "Brother, were you really so heartless as to kick her out?" She
seemed to have feelings for Lin Lan. The problem wasn't because of what she hid from me. Xiaoya seemed to understand my
feelings; she asked if I had ever loved Lin Lan. I subconsciously nodded, then shook my head.
Actually, putting those things aside, Lin Lan was indeed a very good girlfriend. She was devoted to me
, not greedy for money, and not extravagant. With me, she was like a devoted wife, keeping her husband and home
clean, tidy, comfortable, and considerate. Lin Lan's mature womanhood was something Xiaoya couldn't imitate, and Lin Lan
was like a docile little woman in front of me, letting me pamper her.
"Brother, should I go help you find her?" "Xiaoya asked as if she understood my thoughts.
I shook my head. It wouldn't be fair to either of us if we didn't take responsibility for our mistakes. I didn't have
any desire to go find her for the time being, especially since Xiaoya, who had just gone through a painful experience, was by my side.
The weather in Guangzhou was much warmer than in Beijing, and Xiaoya's mood was much better than when she was in Beijing, although I could
occasionally see a trace of sadness on her clean face, and sometimes she would mutter a few inexplicable
words to herself. I knew that Lu San had dealt her a huge blow; she had given him her first love and her youth, only
to receive . I could understand Xiaoya's feelings very well because I had also gone through a similar experience.
So Xiaoya was very open about her thoughts with me; she knew I could listen to her, and when she could freely express
her feelings , she felt much better. I was glad that Xiaoya could open herself up, although sometimes when I took her out
shopping or sightseeing, she would..." While having a great time, she suddenly hugged me, and tears streamed down her face as she sobbed that she
was thinking about Lu San again.
I could only do my best to make Xiaoya happy every day, so sometimes I
felt like a nanny and a therapist, and Xiaoya was the pitiful patient. Before returning to work on the fifteenth of the lunar year,
I took Xiaoya on a tour of Guangzhou, just like we used to in Shanghai—free and unrestrained, able to go wild as we pleased.
The difference was that Xiaoya was indeed more sensible than before. When I bought her a lot of things, she would hold my hand and say, "Brother, you don't need to buy so much. I'm already happy just having you with me. I don't care much about
material things now. " Xiaoya didn't go out to look for a job; she said she wanted some peace and quiet before returning to the hectic work rhythm . Fortunately, Xiaoya has slowly recovered and no longer talks about Lu San. Sometimes when I ask...

She would pause for a moment, then say, "Brother, it's all in the past! I don't want to remember those things; I want to
start a new life."
The abortion still affected Xiaoya; her hands and feet were always cold, and she experienced
painful periods twice. I took her to the hospital for a checkup after her first month. The doctor said there was nothing wrong, but
couldn't explain why her hands and feet were so cold, only saying that abortion is harmful to women and requires gradual adjustment.
Every night when we slept, I would hold Xiaoya in my arms, pressing her cold hands and feet against my body.
Xiaoya would curl up in my arms like a gentle kitten. Xiaoya
slept with me every night for over a month, but we didn't have sex because I was afraid of hurting her body, and even more afraid of hurting her still-healing
heart. Sometimes Xiaoya would playfully pinch it, and after it quickly swelled and became erect, she would gently stroke it
and say softly to me, "Brother, you must be feeling really uncomfortable! Want me to help you release it?"
I shook my head. I was actually afraid of touching a nerve with Xiaoya, afraid she was currently averse to sex.
So I said to her, "When you're better, we'll enjoy it properly, okay?"
Xiaoya nodded gratefully, then hugged me tightly and whispered in my ear, "Brother, thank
you. Without you, I really don't know how I would go on."
By the second month, Xiaoya's body had returned to its previous state. Her previously pale complexion
had become rosy, and compared to her former youthful vivacity, Xiaoya now had a more mature, womanly
charm. Every day after work, I would rush home, making it difficult for the manager to find me to go to Dongguan for some fun. He would deliberately give me a dark look at me
every day at work. One day when I got home, I
was surprised to find that Xiaoya had already prepared dinner.
"Brother, what's wrong? Haven't you seen me cook?"
Lately, I've been buying groceries and cooking after work, but seeing Xiaoya's cooking today
finally put my mind at ease. I knew the Xiaoya was back. Xiaoya's cooking is naturally excellent; for me,
being able to eat her food is enough to make me happy and content.
After dinner, Xiaoya said, "Brother, let's go see a movie!" I was about to say we had a computer at home, but Xiaoya
seemed to understand my thoughts. She said, "Of course we should watch movies in the theater; watching them on the computer
doesn't feel the same."
So I readily nodded. I knew Xiaoya just wanted to rediscover that long-lost feeling.
From beginning to end , Xiaoya leaned on my shoulder, whispering to me. Sometimes I glanced at
her and noticed she had her eyes closed. After the movie, Xiaoya took my arm, looking
blissfully satisfied. I asked her curiously if the movie was good. Xiaoya blinked, thought for a moment, and said she didn't remember
! I felt a little embarrassed and asked her why she was so happy.
"Brother, it's been a long time since I watched a movie with someone, of course I'm happy!"
"Thinking about him again?" I asked tentatively.
Xiaoya shook her head and said very seriously, "Brother, I didn't think about him at all. I just felt
happy watching a movie with you. I realized that I'm just a little woman, and
I can Why dwell on unhappy things? Besides, I have such a good brother to me!"
Xiaoya's words made me feel much more at ease. She could accept the hurt she suffered from the relationship so calmly, which meant she could
get over it quickly.
Back home, I was busy with the rest of my work on the computer. Xiaoya had already crawled into bed.
After a while , I heard her call out in a timid tone, "Brother..."
I thought Xiaoya wasn't feeling well, so I rushed over to check on her. She had covered herself up tightly with the blanket,
only her face was showing, which looked a little comical. I touched her forehead, and it seemed fine, so
I asked her what was wrong, if she was feeling unwell. Xiaoya's face was a little red. She whispered something, which I
didn't quite catch, so I asked her. Xiaoya's face turned red again, strangely. She said shyly, her voice barely audible
, "Brother, I want..."
I chuckled. Apparently, this girl was uncomfortable somewhere. I reached under the covers.
Xiaoya was naked, my fingers sliding down to her thighs, which were already damp. Xiaoya's reaction
ignited . It had been so long since I'd made love with Xiaoya, and the pent-up passion burned like a raging
fire. I lowered my head and kissed her, softly asking, "Are you ready? Will there be any problems?"
Xiaoya shook her head, then took my hand and placed it on her breast, whispering, "Brother, I missed you
."
I turned on the air conditioner and set the temperature high. The warm air slowly filled the room. Whether it was the increased
temperature or her shyness, Xiaoya's face was flushed, like she was drunk. I pulled back the covers, revealing her familiar, beautiful
body. Xiaoya was thinner than before, her waist even slimmer, her flat stomach without an ounce of fat,
making her full breasts appear even more plump and firm. The effects of pregnancy had clearly not completely disappeared; her nipples
were a deeper, more vibrant color, like ripe cherries. My
hands greedily roamed over her body, savoring this long-lost sensation. Xiaoya was already aroused by me , seemingly anticipating my deeper actions. She suddenly whispered, "Brother, I want you to kiss... kiss it..." I naturally wouldn't disappoint Xiaoya's eagerness. Her two pink labia were a deeper color than before, seemingly more sensitive. With each lick and teasing kiss, a gushing fluid oozed out. Xiaoya seemed to enjoy this feeling; she closed her eyes, letting out pleasurable moans, her thighs sometimes spreading wide, sometimes clamping my head tightly. "Brother, it feels so good...I like it..." Xiaoya's bold confession spurred me on even harder, my tongue like a dragon roaming through her garden. Xiaoya's love juices flowed . She moaned, then suddenly clamped her arms tightly around my head, her whole body trembling, her labia contracting, and her vagina gushing out a torrent of fluid like a burst dam. Xiaoya had actually climaxed. After her climax, Xiaoya seemed even more seductive and wild than before. She rolled over and straddled me, murmuring, "Brother, let me help you!" My erect penis was taken into her warm, wet mouth. Xiaoya's oral skills were better than ever before ; her tongue swirled around the glans, while her hands gently kneaded my scrotum. Xiaoya swallowed and released my penis I pulled her plump buttocks close, and we performed oral sex on each other in a 69 position.

Xiaoya seemed to really enjoy this feeling. As if grateful, she sucked on my penis even more frantically,
then straightened up, straddling me with her legs spread. I felt my thick, erect penis enter her warm, narrow
body, as if it were about to melt from her fiery passion. Xiaoya swayed on top of me,
panting , her breasts bouncing up and down like lively rabbits. I reached out and grasped them, trying to lift my hips and
thrust against her buttocks in rhythm with her movements.
Having not made love in so long, I felt a little overwhelmed by Xiaoya's stimulation. As she swallowed me, a tingling sensation
spread through . I suddenly remembered I wasn't wearing a condom and quickly signaled to Xiaoya to stop. But she wouldn't listen,
clinging to me, her buttocks shaking violently, continuing to suck and swallow my penis. Only when I held her tightly did
Xiaoya stop, resting her head on my chest, panting.
“Brother, shoot inside! I want to feel your warmth…” Xiaoya seemed to understand my thoughts. “I have birth control pills
in my bag . I haven’t taken them for over a year, don’t worry.”
Before I could say anything, Xiaoya’s hot lips had already sealed my mouth, and her hot little hole began
to rub against my penis again. I simply accepted Xiaoya’s enthusiastic response and let go of my body and mind to enjoy this
moment of pleasure until my penis felt a tingling sensation, and then I trembled and ejaculated hot
semen .
Xiaoya lay on my chest, her vagina contracting and gripping my penis. She closed her eyes slightly, as if
feeling my ejaculation, and then whispered, “Brother, I can feel it trembling inside, and
the thing is hot and warm.”
I hugged Xiaoya, feeling the afterglow of my orgasm slowly fading. Xiaoya suddenly opened her eyes and said to me,
“Brother, I’m going to get an IUD!”
Xiaoya’s words startled me. I stared at her with wide eyes, not understanding why she would have such an idea
. An unmarried woman actually went to get an IUD. Xiaoya continued, "Brother, I don't want to get pregnant again. If I get an IUD, I
won't have to worry about these things anymore. Besides, you won't have to wear that anymore. It seems like men don't like using that..."
I interrupted Xiaoya, "Do you think getting an IUD is as simple as playing a game? It's harmful to the body, not to mention
how much it affects you if an unmarried woman gets an IUD... I don't like using condoms, but I won't build
my happiness on other people's pain, especially you. It's a man's responsibility. Of course, you have to
make sacrifices. If you can't even do this, how can you say I care about you..."
Xiaoya seemed very grateful and hugged me tightly, her soft breasts pressed against my body. She wrapped around me
like , and then gently said in my ear, "Okay! I know... Brother, let's do it again
, okay..."
Xiaoya's hand slid down and grasped my soft little snake. Her hand seemed to have magic as she stroked and kneaded
it. After a while, it stood up and became erect again, full of fighting spirit.
It was another sleepless, passionate night. Xiaoya and I greedily took hold of each other's bodies, releasing
our intense love until we were completely exhausted.
During that time, Xiaoya was like my gentle and lovely wife, giving me the warmth of home and the joy of love.
Life with Xiaoya was romantic and fulfilling, and our home became a warm love nest. Xiaoya's complexion improved,
and her body was as youthful and energetic as before; after all, she was still young. Besides enjoying our
sweet , I would take her on trips on weekends. Xiaoya seemed to love this kind of life.
She said to me countless times, "Brother, I wish it could stay like this forever! This is the life I want."
Of course, I also hoped to have such a gentle and lovely wife, but my subconscious told me that it
was impossible. Being with Xiaoya was like a warm and beautiful dream, but eventually, we had to wake up. We
deliberately avoided talking about this topic, but Xiaoya broke this unspoken agreement before I did.
After the warm summer arrived, one day, Xiaoya said that a classmate in Shanghai had found her a job,
and she wanted to go and see it. I didn't want her to come, but Xiaoya firmly said, "Brother, I can't
live here with you forever! Remember what we said before? If we really got together, we would
n't be far from . Besides, I have to learn to grow up. I can't be a caged bird under your pampering forever;
we'd both lose our happiness that way."
I didn't object to her request anymore. I knew it was impossible to have Xiaoya forever; even a short time with her was
enough for me. And if two intersecting lines drift further and further apart, it's better for them to remain parallel. So, only if
Xiaoya is happy can I continue this dream that will never come true—this real, warm, and
captivating dream.
I sent Xiaoya to Shanghai, telling her I would come immediately if she needed anything. Xiaoya
nodded said Shanghai was her lucky city because she had happy memories there, and it would bless her to
live a happy life forever.
I knew what Xiaoya's happy memories were, and just as she prayed, she lived well in
Shanghai , which made me finally give up on bringing her back. If Xiaoya is happy,
what could be more important than that! Although I needed her too, I understood that only by letting go could I gain
more .
Xiaoya sent me many photos, retaking
them . She said, "Brother, don't be sad when you see the photos. I've finally grown up and can live on my own.
You should be happy too!" She added at the end, "If you really miss me, come see me!"
After Xiaoya left, I resolved to work hard, to provide a
safer place for myself and Xiaoya in the future. I quit my job and started a small company with a classmate. With few employees,
I did everything myself. After two months of hard work, the company finally started to show promise.
I told Xiaoya about this, and she was surprised that I could finally support myself.
I jokingly told her that I was just doing this so that if she ever lost her job, I could arrange
one . Xiaoya laughed heartily on the phone, and at the end she sent a message with only one sentence: "Brother,
thank you for all these years."
I naturally didn't need Xiaoya's thanks, because my feelings for her were ingrained in my very bones. When I
finally calmed down after a busy day, every cell in my body needed her, needed the real her. So, as summer was drawing to a close
, I went to Shanghai to see her. During the few days I spent in Shanghai, Xiaoya was like a parched land, draining me completely.
Every drop of moisture in my body. Every night, Xiaoya and I made love passionately, greedily wanting to merge ourselves into
each other's bodies.
Xiaoya later found another boyfriend, but they broke up not long after. I asked Xiaoya why,
and she said it was too vulgar; he only thought about how to sleep with women, so she dumped him.
I admired Xiaoya's straightforwardness and maturity, so I teased her, saying, "But I always think about doing 'that' with you, don't I?
Why didn't you dump me?
" Xiaoya replied very seriously, "Brother, you're different from them. No one in this world can give me as much
as , and no one has sprouted and grown in my heart since childhood, and now they've grown into a towering tree
. Even if you really only think about sleeping with me, it's because you have me in your heart that you do it."
Xiaoya's words moved me deeply. I also realized for the first time that I actually held
such . And in my heart, that dream became even more precious. I remember when we were little, Xiaoya
would fight because someone was bullying her. Back then, Xiaoya would see me as the only person she could rely on. Now,
that fragile little girl can finally live independently, and isn't easily deceived by men. But the only
person she could trust and rely on without reservation is still me.
The preciousness of dreams lies in the Xiaoya in them; she's like a spring in the desert, nourishing my youth and nurturing
my growth. The harsher the environment, the more precious that spring of water becomes. Xiaoya's preciousness also
lies in the fact that no matter how greedily I take from her, she always gives without complaint, never refusing me, giving me
the greatest satisfaction.
Xiaoya and I live like this. This story is coming to an end here, but our
story is far from over.
We are like two parallel spirals, separated yet intertwined, destined never to be together, yet never
to be separated.

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