Romantic Encounters in Tsim Sha Tsui

In Hong Kong society, only money and women interest me, and with money, there's no shortage of beautiful women. Once I realized the true nature of reality, I frantically amassed wealth, relentlessly pursuing it. Three months ago, I checked my accounts and found I had accumulated over two million.

If I invested this money in the market, besides foreign exchange speculation and stock trading, there wouldn't be much to gain. But foreign exchange speculation is now outdated, and stock trading isn't my forte. A friend suggested I speculate in real estate, but I told him, "I'm not cut out for that. As the saying goes, 'Don't do what you don't know,' forget it!"

A month later, a classmate named George encouraged me to start a special agent training program.

He said, "I know you're a womanizer. This business not only offers quick profits, but you can also gain both money and women. You might want to consider it."

In my eyes, George was a "master of sleuthing," and also a "dance king." Although he hadn't received professional training, he was smart and very familiar with some supermodels. So I accepted his suggestion, rented a unit, put up a sign, and transformed myself into the boss of a model training class.

Recruiting students required sleuthing, and George, being my best friend, planned everything for me, even drafting the recruitment advertisements. To thank him, I appointed him as the training class director.

The business had been open for two months, but not many people had signed up, only a dozen or so "summer" female students. They were all vain young women of the times, and with our resources and social connections, it would be difficult to train them to succeed.

One evening, George and I went to a karaoke lounge in Tsim Sha Tsui for a late-night snack. George asked me, "You don't seem very interested in these little girls. What kind of dolls do you want to play with?"

I laughed and said, "At first, I did plan to play with them, but now I've changed my mind. These little girls are only good for making money. You can't have your cake and eat it too!"

George nodded and said, "I have the same thought."

Since we were on the same page, I told him, "From now on, I'm handing this child training center over to you. You're the 'King of Bridges'." "I'm completely at ease. We'll split the profits 50/50, what do you say?"

George said, "You're handing this heavy responsibility over to me, aren't you quite free?"

I said, "Not at all. After all these years, I need to enjoy myself. If fate allows, I'll meet a beautiful woman..."

George said, "I understand. Okay, it's decided then. You do your thing, I'll do mine."

We downed our drinks and focused our attention on the "young singer" on stage. She was very young, probably not even twenty, with a very full figure, a sweet face, and fair skin.

Seeing that I was engrossed in looking at her, George said, "It seems you've found the person you're looking for. I don't want to be a third wheel, I'll take my leave now. Anyway, I need to go back to the training class." After saying that, he got up and left.

At this moment, the second song started playing on stage, sung by the black female singer, Welsh. She sang a famous song by Houston, her eyes fixed on me. Her English pronunciation was excellent. After finishing the song, she came down from the stage and approached me, saying,

"Sir, may I have a drink?"

"You'd be most welcome," I said politely. "It seems we're destined to meet." I immediately stood up and pulled out a chair for her.

She introduced herself as Emin, a recent Form Five candidate who loved singing and had come here to practice during her summer vacation—purely as a hobby. I praised her singing talent, and in those few words, we not only chatted very well but also felt like old friends. She drank two glasses of wine, and we talked about a lot of trivial things. She checked her watch and said, "I have to go now. Would you like to come and support me sometime?" I

nodded and said, "Of course." Actually, I was thinking: Supporting her isn't necessary; sleeping with her is more like it.

The following night, I went to the lounge again to meet Emin.

Upon meeting, I immediately joked, "We're already friends, don't you think?"

She looked at me suspiciously and said, "It's not hard for you to be friends with me, but you'll have to ask my 'madam,' because we live together."

I immediately understood. Girls living with a 'madam' are usually kept very close watch, because the 'madam' definitely doesn't want her girls flirting with clients, lest it affect her earning potential.

Thinking of this, I said to her, "Being friends with you is a private matter; there's no need to bother your 'madam.' Besides, having her in the middle would be bad."

She chuckled and said, "Actually, she's not just a 'madam,' she's also my teacher!"

"She's your teacher?" I asked, somewhat puzzled.

She said seriously, "Really, I'm not lying to you. To be honest, our relationship is very special. She's still my 'boyfriend,' do you believe me?"

I said in surprise, "From what you're saying, you two are together, right?"

She nodded and said, "You could say that. Actually, she's not that old. I'm nineteen, and she's five years older than me."

To please her, I coaxed her and got her to drink. By three in the morning, she was already half-drunk. At that moment, I thought, "This is the perfect opportunity for me to 'infiltrate the tiger's den.'"

So I put my mouth close to her ear and said, "You're drunk. Shall I take you home?"

She stared at me for a long time before saying, "Okay!"

I was immediately flattered and hailed a taxi to take her back to her apartment.

She lived in Mei Foo Sun Chuen. The apartment was about 500 square feet, and the interior was quite comfortable and elegant. I helped her into the room. She lay on the bed, half-drunk, her eyes half-closed, her chest rising and falling with her breath. Her half-open, alluring eyes added to her seductive charm. Suddenly, I was overcome with lust and leaned down to gently kiss her lips. She didn't react, letting me kiss

her again and again. When I kissed her cheek, she suddenly opened her eyes, smiled with infinite charm, but said nothing. I knew she was hinting, encouraging me to take things further.

Thinking this, I no longer hesitated and immediately began to caress her most alluring parts, kissing and stroking them. She reacted immediately, her nostrils flaring as she sang a song—Willie Houston's famous piece. Instinctively, I began to undress her. She was very cooperative, letting me do as I pleased, until all her clothes were removed. Then she pointed at me and said, "Why didn't you take them off? That's not fair!" As

she spoke, she bent over, sat up, pulled me closer to the edge of the bed, and began to undress me.

In an instant, we both turned into two fleshy worms. Her entire body was pure white, her skin so smooth and tender that I had never seen anything like it in my life. Her breasts weren't large, about thirty-four inches, but her round, full buttocks looked to be a full thirty-six inches.

She lay sprawled on the bed, looking like a little goddess, and I was instantly aroused. My heart was pounding, and my penis was pointing skyward.

She gazed at me with a smile for a while before saying, "Your body is incredibly muscular; I knew I wasn't wrong."

I moved closer to the edge of the bed and asked, "Anything else?"

She glanced at me and said, "Your little brother is also very handsome. It's over three inches when it's at rest, and when it gets aroused, I bet it's at least six inches. Am I right?"

I sat closer to her and said, "You're wrong. My elasticity—no! I should say my expansion force is very strong. To be honest, it's a full seven and a half inches when it's aroused."

"Wow, that's amazing!"

She reached out and touched it with a hint of disbelief. "If it's that powerful, won't it kill me?"

I lay down next to her and said, "No, it will only bring you pleasure, never pain."

She immediately rolled over, burying her head between my legs, and began to caress and kiss my penis with both hands.

Her tongue skills astonished me; she was only nineteen, and still a student preparing for her college entrance exams, yet she possessed such amazing skill. I was quite surprised, but then I remembered she had a teacher who was also my mother, and I understood.

Her nimble little tongue moved rhythmically, circling my penis from top to bottom and then from bottom to top, sometimes biting down hard on the tip, sucking for a while, then spitting it out, and then gently biting it again. Her oral skills were simply breathtaking.

Seeing her so enthusiastic, I naturally had to reciprocate. As I gently caressed her two bamboo shoot-shaped breasts, she began to twist her waist and moan softly, a reaction to pleasure. I thought: the time is almost right; this is the perfect opportunity for a passionate night! Thinking of this, I immediately pushed her away gently, then flipped over and thrust my penis into her "jade gate."

She cried out "Ouch!" and my seven-and-a-half-inch penis was instantly taken in. She swayed her hips and cried out loudly. Her moans were exquisite, making me panic. I couldn't tell if she was in pain or pleasure, so I instinctively slowed down.

She immediately opened her eyes and said, "What's wrong?"

I explained, "I thought I hurt you."

She pushed me away, saying, "Quick! Harder! I feel so good, I'm about to explode..."

I didn't bother to reply and immediately thrust harder, thrusting and thrusting... a frenzied rush. Her cries grew louder and louder. Five minutes later, I suddenly shuddered, knowing I had to stop.

She shouted, "Don't move, hold me tight, I'm going to explode!"

I hugged her tightly and said, "I'm going to explode too."

Her seductive charm made me reluctant to let go. This encounter truly gave me an infinitely ecstatic thrill.

Just then, I suddenly heard footsteps outside the door. I froze for a moment, thinking: Could it be someone coming in? Just then, someone pushed the door open and entered. I turned around and saw it was Yimin's "mother," Yidai. She was dressed very seductively. She threw her handbag onto the sofa and said to Yimin, "Darling, did he force you, or was it your choice?"

Yimin said, "I brought him back."

Yidai gave me a cold look and said, "Consider yourself lucky, otherwise I would have called the police and accused you of raping my student. Get up now!"

Actually, I would have gotten up even if she hadn't called me. As I stood up, I saw her immediately lie on the bed, hugging Yimin and saying, "Sweetie, men are unreliable. Listen to me, only I can make you happy and satisfied. Tell me, isn't that right?" Yimin immediately nodded repeatedly, as if hypnotized.

I quickly put my clothes back on, while I saw Idyl taking off her clothes one by one. She seemed to be deliberately showing off her skills in front of me. First, she pulled Imin into her arms, and then...

her movements were very peculiar. The techniques she used, the kisses, every move was exactly like a man's foreplay with a woman. The only difference was that her tongue seemed to be longer and more flexible than a man's.

Imin couldn't resist her gentle caresses and kisses. A few minutes later, she immediately reacted instinctively again. I saw her twisting her waist incessantly, as if she were unusually thirsty.

Idy turned to look at me and said, "You big pervert, do you think my kung fu is better than yours?"

I deliberately flattered her, saying, "Your skills are truly impressive, truly remarkable. Seeing you today has really broadened my horizons."

While she was engrossed in her movements, she replied, "Would you like to join the battle? If you're interested, then come over!"

I shook my head and said, "No, I've had enough. I just want to see your amazing skills. You don't mind, do you?"

"No," she smiled and said, "Then watch to your heart's content."

Idy immediately displayed her "masculine stance." Every move she made was very powerful. Although she didn't have a stick in her hand, her performance was still excellent. This was the first time I had witnessed the strange sight of two women "grinding tofu." In fact, this kind of act was actually no less ecstatic than the real pleasure between a man and a woman.

Time slipped away second by second. As I watched, I felt amazed, wondering how the two women could get such enjoyment even without a stick? I had always been puzzled, but seeing it today, I suddenly understood. Until Yimin suddenly screamed, letting out a series of "Ahhh" sounds, I knew her climax was over.

Yidai had already stood up and said, "Goodness, men don't have this ability. Only I can give you 100% satisfaction, right?"

Yimin nodded repeatedly, as docile as a lamb, which I found quite amusing.

Then Yidai said to me, "Next time you want to sleep with Yimin, you must ask me first and get my consent, understand?"

I laughed and said, "But, if I want to sleep with you…"

She shook her head and said, "I hate men the most. All men in the world are no good. You just saw it. Without men, am I as happy as Yimin?"

Although Yidai was beautiful, she was too cold. Even if I slept with her, I doubted it would be enjoyable. In fact, she had no femininity whatsoever.

I wanted to say goodbye to them as I left, but seeing how engrossed they were in each other's arms, I didn't bother them and quietly slipped away. This encounter was truly unbelievable.

In Hong Kong society, only money and women interest me, and as long as you have money, you won't lack beautiful women. After realizing the true nature of reality, I frantically amassed wealth, grabbing at every opportunity. Three months ago, I checked my bank account and found that I had accumulated over two million.

If I invested this money in the market, besides foreign exchange speculation and stock trading, there wouldn't be much else to do. But foreign exchange speculation is now outdated, and stock trading isn't my forte. A friend suggested I speculate in real estate, but I told him, "I'm not cut out for that. As the saying goes, 'Don't do what you don't know,' forget it!"

A month later, a classmate named George encouraged me to start a special agent training class.

He said, "I know you're a womanizer. This business not only offers quick profits, but you can also gain both money and women. You might want to consider it."

In my eyes, George was a "master of sleuthing," and also a "dance king." Although he hadn't received professional training, he was smart and very familiar with some supermodels. So I accepted his suggestion, rented a unit, put up a sign, and transformed myself into the boss of a model training class.

Recruiting students required sleuthing, and George, being my best friend, planned everything for me, even drafting the recruitment advertisements. To thank him, I appointed him as the training class director.

The business had been open for two months, but not many people had signed up, only a dozen or so "summer" female students. They were all vain young women of the times, and with our resources and social connections, it would be difficult to train them to succeed.

One evening, George and I went to a karaoke lounge in Tsim Sha Tsui for a late-night snack. George asked me, "You don't seem very interested in these little girls. What kind of dolls do you want to play with?"

I laughed and said, "At first, I did plan to play with them, but now I've changed my mind. These little girls are only good for making money. You can't have your cake and eat it too!"

George nodded and said, "I have the same thought."

Since we were on the same page, I said to him, "From now on, I'll hand over this child training center to you. You're the 'King of Bridges,' I completely trust you. We'll split the profits 50/50, what do you think?"

George said, "If you hand over this heavy responsibility to me, won't you be very free?"

I said, "No, after all these years, I need to enjoy myself. If fate allows, I'll meet a beautiful woman..."

George said, "I understand. Okay, it's decided then. You do your thing, I'll do mine."

We downed our drinks and focused our attention on the "young singer" on stage. She was very young, probably not even twenty, with a very full figure, a sweet face, and fair skin.

Seeing that I was engrossed in looking at her, George said, "It seems you've found the person you're looking for. I don't want to be a third wheel, so I'll take my leave. I still need to go back to the training class anyway." After saying that, he got up and left.

At this moment, a second song started playing on stage, sung by the black female singer, Wayne. She sang a famous song by Houston, her eyes fixed on me. Her English pronunciation was excellent. After finishing the song, she came down from the stage and approached me, saying,

"Sir, may I have a drink?"

"You'd be most welcome," I said politely. "It seems we're destined to meet." I immediately stood up and pulled out a chair for her.

She introduced herself as Emin, a recent Form Five candidate who loved singing and had come here to practice during her summer vacation—purely as a hobby. I praised her singing talent, and in those few words, we not only chatted very well but also felt like old friends. She drank two glasses of wine, and we talked about a lot of trivial things. She checked her watch and said, "I have to go now. Would you like to come and support me sometime?" I

nodded and said, "Of course." Actually, I was thinking: Supporting her isn't necessary; sleeping with her is more like it.

The following night, I went to the lounge again to meet Emin.

Upon meeting, I immediately joked, "We're already friends, don't you think?"

She looked at me suspiciously and said, "It's not hard for you to be friends with me, but you'll have to ask my 'madam,' because we live together."

I immediately understood. Girls living with a 'madam' are usually kept very close watch, because the 'madam' definitely doesn't want her girls flirting with clients, lest it affect her earning potential.

Thinking of this, I said to her, "Being friends with you is a private matter; there's no need to bother your 'madam.' Besides, having her in the middle would be bad."

She chuckled and said, "Actually, she's not just a 'madam,' she's also my teacher!"

"She's your teacher?" I asked, somewhat puzzled.

She said seriously, "Really, I'm not lying to you. To be honest, our relationship is very special. She's still my 'boyfriend,' do you believe me?"

I said in surprise, "From what you're saying, you two are together, right?"

She nodded and said, "You could say that. Actually, she's not that old. I'm nineteen, and she's five years older than me."

To please her, I coaxed her and got her to drink. By three in the morning, she was already half-drunk. At that moment, I thought, "This is the perfect opportunity for me to 'infiltrate the tiger's den.'"

So I put my mouth close to her ear and said, "You're drunk. Shall I take you home?"

She stared at me for a long time before saying, "Okay!"

I was immediately flattered and hailed a taxi to take her back to her apartment.

She lived in Mei Foo Sun Chuen. The apartment was about 500 square feet, and the interior was quite comfortable and elegant. I helped her into the room. She lay on the bed, half-drunk, her eyes half-closed, her chest rising and falling with her breath. Her half-open, alluring eyes added to her seductive charm. Suddenly, I was overcome with lust and leaned down to gently kiss her lips. She didn't react, letting me kiss

her again and again. When I kissed her cheek, she suddenly opened her eyes, smiled with infinite charm, but said nothing. I knew she was hinting, encouraging me to take things further.

Thinking this, I no longer hesitated and immediately began to caress her most alluring parts, kissing and stroking them. She reacted immediately, her nostrils flaring as she sang a song—Willie Houston's famous piece. Instinctively, I began to undress her. She was very cooperative, letting me do as I pleased, until all her clothes were removed. Then she pointed at me and said, "Why didn't you take them off? That's not fair!" As

she spoke, she bent over, sat up, pulled me closer to the edge of the bed, and began to undress me.

In an instant, we both turned into two fleshy worms. Her entire body was pure white, her skin so smooth and tender that I had never seen anything like it in my life. Her breasts weren't large, about thirty-four inches, but her round, full buttocks looked to be a full thirty-six inches.

She lay sprawled on the bed, looking like a little goddess, and I was instantly aroused. My heart was pounding, and my penis was pointing skyward.

She gazed at me with a smile for a while before saying, "Your body is incredibly muscular; I knew I wasn't wrong."

I moved closer to the edge of the bed and asked, "Anything else?"

She glanced at me and said, "Your little brother is also very beautiful. It's over three inches when it's still, and when it gets aroused, I bet it's at least six inches. Am I right?"

I sat closer to her and said, "You're wrong. My elasticity—no! I should say my expansion force is very strong. To be honest, it's a full seven and a half inches when it's aroused."

"Wow, that's amazing!"

She reached out and touched it with a hint of disbelief. "If it's so powerful, won't it kill me?"

I lay down next to her and said, "No, it will only bring you pleasure, never pain."

She immediately rolled over, buried her head between my legs, and began to caress and kiss my penis.

Her tongue skills astonished me. She was only nineteen, and still a student preparing for her college entrance exams, yet she possessed such amazing abilities. I was truly amazed. But when I remembered that she was also a teacher and mother, I understood.

Her nimble little tongue moved rhythmically around my "shrine," sometimes licking and kissing from top to bottom and then from bottom to top. Sometimes, when it reached the tip, it would bite down firmly on my "little brother," pushing it deep into its throat, sucking for a while, then spitting it out, and then gently biting it again. This oral technique was simply breathtaking.

Seeing her so enthusiastic, I naturally had to reciprocate. When I gently rubbed her two bamboo shoot-shaped breasts with my hands, she kept twisting her waist and moaning, a reaction to pleasure. I thought to myself: the time is almost right, this is the perfect opportunity for a passionate night! Thinking of this, I immediately pushed her away gently, then flipped over and thrust my penis into her "jade gate."

She cried out "Ouch!" and my seven-and-a-half-inch penis was instantly taken in. She swayed her hips and cried out loudly. Her moans were exquisite, making me panic. I couldn't tell if she was in pain or pleasure, so I instinctively slowed down.

She immediately opened her eyes and said, "What's wrong?"

I explained, "I thought I hurt you."

She pushed me away, saying, "Quick! Harder! I feel so good, I'm about to explode..."

I didn't bother to reply and immediately thrust harder, thrusting and thrusting... a frenzied rush. Her cries grew louder and louder. Five minutes later, I suddenly shuddered, knowing I had to stop.

She shouted, "Don't move, hold me tight, I'm going to explode!"

I hugged her tightly and said, "I'm going to explode too."

Her seductive manner made me reluctant to let go. This encounter truly gave me an infinitely ecstatic and exciting feeling.

Just then, I suddenly heard footsteps outside the door. I froze, thinking: Could someone have come in? At that moment, someone pushed the door open and entered. I turned around and saw it was Yimin's "mother," Yidai. She was dressed very seductively. I saw her throw her handbag onto the sofa and say to Yimin, "Darling, did he force you, or did you agree?"

Yimin said, "I brought him back."

Yidai gave me a cold look: "Consider yourself lucky, otherwise I would have called the police and accused you of raping my student. Get up now!"

Actually, I would have gotten up even if she hadn't called me. As I stood up, I saw her immediately kneel on the bed, hugging Yimin and saying, "Sweetie, men are unreliable. Listen to me, only I can make you happy and satisfied. Tell me, isn't that right?" Yimin immediately nodded repeatedly, as if hypnotized.

I quickly put my clothes back on, while I saw Idyl taking off her clothes one by one. She seemed to be deliberately showing off her skills in front of me. First, she pulled Imin into her arms, and then...

her movements were very peculiar. The techniques she used, the kisses, every move was exactly like a man's foreplay with a woman. The only difference was that her tongue seemed to be longer and more flexible than a man's.

Imin couldn't resist her gentle caresses and kisses. A few minutes later, she immediately reacted instinctively again. I saw her twisting her waist incessantly, as if she were unusually thirsty.

Idy turned to look at me and said, "You big pervert, do you think my kung fu is better than yours?"

I deliberately flattered her, saying, "Your skills are truly impressive, truly remarkable. Seeing you today has really broadened my horizons."

While she was engrossed in her movements, she replied, "Would you like to join the battle? If you're interested, then come over!"

I shook my head and said, "No, I've had enough. I just want to see your amazing skills. You don't mind, do you?"

"No," she smiled and said, "Then watch to your heart's content."

Idy immediately displayed her "masculine stance." Every move she made was very powerful. Although she didn't have a stick in her hand, her performance was still excellent. This was the first time I had witnessed the strange sight of two women "grinding tofu." In fact, this kind of act was actually no less ecstatic than the real pleasure between a man and a woman.

Time slipped away second by second. As I watched, I felt amazed, wondering how the two women could get such enjoyment even without a stick? I had always been puzzled, but seeing it today, I suddenly understood. Until Yimin suddenly screamed, letting out a series of "Ahhh" sounds, I knew her climax was over.

Yidai had already stood up and said, "Goodness, men don't have this ability. Only I can give you 100% satisfaction, right?"

Yimin nodded repeatedly, as docile as a lamb, which I found quite amusing.

Then Yidai said to me, "Next time you want to sleep with Yimin, you must ask me first and get my consent, understand?"

I laughed and said, "But, if I want to sleep with you…"

She shook her head and said, "I hate men the most. All men in the world are no good. You just saw it. Without men, am I as happy as Yimin?"

Although Yidai was beautiful, she was too cold. Even if I slept with her, I doubted it would be enjoyable. In fact, she had no femininity whatsoever.

I intended to say goodbye as I left, but seeing how engrossed they were in each other's arms, I didn't bother them and quietly departed. This encounter was truly incredible.

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