The original us

Sisi and I are pen pals. Our meeting was quite complicated; apparently, it was through a neighbor's dog belonging to the girlfriend's cousin of one of my classmates that we became pen pals.

When we were pen pals, we didn't discuss much, mostly just expressing our feelings about sentimental words. I never imagined that one day we would actually meet!

I never expected to meet, and even less that it wasn't until long after we met that I showed Sisi the letters she had written to me, and she realized that I was her pen pal!

My first meeting with Sisi was one afternoon. My class was taking its first group photo since starting school.

I had just finished showering and was enjoying the summer evening breeze outside my dorm when my roommate called me to meet up at the girls' dorm. This was our first class activity since starting school.

My class is a humanities class, with only 5 boys out of 40 students—a typical gender imbalance. And as a humanities university with a long history, it's no surprise that the girls are quite attractive; you often see girls who turn heads on campus. Living on this campus for the next few years definitely won't be a painful choice.

I strolled to the girls' dormitory and peered through the glass doors. I saw a group of girls chattering happily inside. Three women make a drama; what would it be like with thirty women together? It was unimaginable.

Just as I was about to look away, I noticed a girl standing quietly in a corner, looking very comfortable. This girl was about 165 cm tall, slender, with a ponytail, wearing a light-colored lily-patterned dress and brown leather shoes.

She stood quietly in the corner, standing out even more from the surrounding noise. A girl fresh out of high school should be full of anticipation and brimming with energy for her new university life, but I sensed an extraordinary composure and calmness in this girl. I couldn't help but become interested in her.

Appreciating a girl's beauty has always been one of my hobbies, so how could I miss this opportunity?

I secretly took a few steps forward and then, pretending to be unconscious, glanced at the girl, intending to get a closer look. Just then, the girl turned her head and glanced at me, seemingly unintentionally.

She wouldn't have been so bad if she hadn't turned around, but now that she has, the fragrance of the campus flowers seems to have lost its color, and the noise in my mind has suddenly become quiet. There she is: jet-black hair, bright eyes, not very large eyes, not a very high nose, not very thick lips, and a classic oval face. Perhaps because she had just washed her hair, a few drops of water still seemed to cling to the end of her ponytail tied at the back of her head. Her rosy cheeks were slightly flushed, and her moist lips looked as if they could drip water… She wasn't pretty. Even in our class, her appearance wasn't outstanding. Perhaps her looks weren't as bright as some people's, perhaps her personality wasn't as lively as some people's, perhaps her expression wasn't as charming as some people's, but those features combined with her unique, quiet temperament made her so striking, so different, like a daffodil quietly blooming in a corner.

That fleeting glance, so captivating, has been deeply etched in my memory ever since. That familiar expression drew me in; we must have met somewhere, somewhere in some space. At that moment, I felt a surge of destiny; our meeting in this life seemed to be the reed I had been searching for for a thousand years.

Perhaps this is love at first sight.

"Chapter Two" My Na?ve Past

I liked to secretly observe girls' eyes, eyebrows, lips, noses, even their hands. But this was merely a secret, fleeting liking. In high school, there were many beautiful girls in my class, and they were all objects of my secret glances: the sweet-looking Lin, the quiet Dan, the outgoing and lively Shen, the well-behaved and adorable Li, the feisty and mischievous Yun, and so on. I enjoyed distinguishing their different kinds of beauty, but strangely, I never had any desire to have anything happen with any of them.

Everyone loves beauty; what's wrong with liking to look at beautiful things? I like beauty, but I never try to possess it. This habit of mine continues to this day.

I was under five years old when I started elementary school.

My classmates were all two or three years older and taller than me. Because I was very thin and small, the boys in my class didn't like to play with me. So, I naturally started interacting with the girls. I was small and very well-behaved, so the girls generally liked me.

We often played games like throwing bags, beanbag toss, and pebble games. The girls were generally gentle and wouldn't bully me, so I drifted further and further away from the boys and closer to the girls. I didn't like playing with the boys; I often hid in my room doing things I liked. This personality of mine didn't change until I went to university, or more precisely, after I met Sisi.

I've liked several girls before.

In junior high, I liked a girl who was my deskmate. I can still vaguely remember what she looked like.

She was very well-behaved, and I always secretly watched her. She was a good student, while I was a bad kid who disliked studying and didn't listen to teachers, preferring to read novels and play games. I had a crush on this girl, but I was too timid to confess. So, after school, I would secretly follow her, watching her go home and only leaving after she entered her house from a distance.

This feeling only lasted a short time before it was forced to stop because the way I liked girls was considered offensive. There was a good-for-nothing in my class who had a crush on this girl. One afternoon, he and a few older students found me in a secluded corner. His message was clear: this girl is mine, so stay away from her. So I stayed away from her.

There was also a very precocious girl in my class at the time, whose name I've long forgotten. She was probably about my height then, and although she was only fifteen or sixteen, she was quite voluptuous and must have been very beautiful.

But now I can't remember what she looked like at all. I only know that she had a very well-proportioned figure, but a large bust, and many people liked her. Her smile was beautiful. Have you ever seen an ice flower? Her smile was radiant, like a field of ice flowers blooming all at once—that's the only impression she left on me.

Once, while walking in class, I accidentally bumped into her, landing squarely on her full, firm breasts. In my panic, I grabbed her incredibly elastic breasts and struggled to regain my balance, completely oblivious to what happened next.

At the time, I was clueless, my face burning red with shame. All I knew was to apologize repeatedly. Forget about feeling the shape of her breasts, enjoying their firmness, or taking advantage of her. She, on the other hand, was very generous, constantly comforting me, as if I were the one who had been taken advantage of, not her. And that

's exactly what I thought too. For a long time afterward, I was too embarrassed to walk with my head held high in class.

Later, the girl seemed to frequently find opportunities to talk to me, but I don't remember what she said. Later, she became my deskmate, but I was still bothered by the fact that I had touched her breasts, and I felt extremely disgusted by it. I thought she must be trying to get revenge on me, so I drew a line on the desk and prepared a very sharp pencil. Later, she was no longer my deskmate and stopped talking to me, which made me feel smug. Later, she started dating a local thug and I heard she got pregnant. Later, I heard she drank pesticide but was rescued. And then, there was no more.

Sometimes I wonder, if I hadn't stabbed that girl with the sharp pencil, would she not have gotten pregnant, or drunk pesticide? Would the ice flowers covering the mountains still be blooming as usual?

The dull junior high life passed quickly. In high school, I still enjoyed looking at pretty girls, but only as an admirer, appreciating the beauty of nature's creations. Fortunately, there were many pretty girls in my class and school, so I wasn't bored.

I remember it was a snowy winter morning in my first year of high school.

I hurried through the teachers' dormitory with my backpack and saw a blooming rose on the path in the distance. It was dazzling on the snow-white playground. A high ponytail, a beautiful figure, light steps—like a little deer leaping and bounding across the snowfield, joyful and lively. Leaping across the empty playground, it was like a burning flame, igniting the air and me, who stood behind her, dumbfounded.

The stark visual contrast intensely stimulated my eyes. Watching that receding figure, I was stunned.

For the next few days, I would leave home a few minutes early each day, just to encounter that plum blossom blooming in the snow again, just to feel the warmth of that flame with my own eyes. Sadly, she vanished like a shooting star.

I never saw that girl again, or perhaps I never saw her at all; she only appeared in my imagination. I only fell for her back view. At that moment, I felt like I was in love.

Unexplained unrequited love has always been one of my strengths.

High school life moves very fast. Two years passed in the blink of an eye. It was another winter morning, with light snow falling. I was walking to school with my backpack when I saw a light purple floral umbrella in the distance. Under the umbrella was a slender figure, wearing a mid-length light purple plaid coat and pink gloves. In the winter, the two slender legs under the coat displayed the beauty of its owner's figure to passersby.

A few snowflakes drifted lightly from the sky. She walked leisurely through the snow, umbrella in hand. Watching her back, I read two words: "elegant," utterly unpretentious.

I had never seen that kind of elegance, the kind only mature women possess, in a girl before; perhaps she had already transformed from a girl into a woman. Like a budding lotus, a dragonfly had already alighted on its tip. I thought, perhaps she was that dragonfly dancing gracefully on the lotus.

I followed closely behind her, maintaining a certain distance, my gaze never leaving her back. I breathed deeply, as if I could smell her unique fragrance. Only when I followed her into the school did I realize that she was in the same humanities class as me.

From then on, I had another task: to follow that beautiful figure, watching her go to school and watching her come home. I liked this feeling. I think I liked her, but I couldn't quite put my finger on what it was about her. I had absolutely no idea what she looked like. I never thought about saying anything to her, or maybe I just enjoyed this hazy, inexplicable feeling of attraction.

But this beautiful feeling was quickly shattered. A female classmate who was very close to me seemed to sense the change in my demeanor. After some investigation, she took it upon herself to ask the girl out on my behalf. The result was predictable: I was ruthlessly rejected.

My secret was exposed, and that little flowery umbrella became a memory forever etched in my mind.

These few romances had no beginning, no process, and no end, but they accompanied me through my turbulent adolescence. Perhaps influenced by these unrequited loves, from then on, I had an unusual fondness for girls with ponytails and tall figures.

"Chapter Three" Plan A for Pursuing Girls

has strayed a bit from the topic; let's get back to the main point.

My gaze lingered on the girl's face, yearning to look directly into her eyes yet too afraid to actually meet them. So, countless times, I feigned indifference, shifting my gaze towards her. I sensed she was watching me too, as our eyes would occasionally meet in the air, then immediately separate, only to collide again shortly after.

I remember nothing of what happened during the class activity afterward. All I know is that all evening, I was secretly watching that girl.

Her legs were long, appearing even more slender under her skirt; her breasts weren't large, but the fitted lily-patterned skirt accentuated her curves; she was about my age, just over 20, and compared to the chattering girls around me, she was poised and mature yet still youthful and lively—perhaps that's the clean and efficient feeling those office ladies in high-rise buildings give off. What

made my heart race even more was the obvious attraction she had for me, because she didn't avoid my lustful gaze.

But how should I pursue such a beautiful girl? This was a serious question.

When it comes to relationships, I'm as clueless as a blank sheet of paper. I have absolutely no idea how to win a girl's favor. We've known each other for a week, and although we've even taken walks together on campus, I still don't know how to take our relationship to the next level.

I called on Xiaoyu, who was known as the "heartthrob" in high school, and Ayong, who has a reputation as a master of seduction, to come and give me some advice. My friends praised my taste, and Xiaoyu, after seeing Sisi, was even more impressed, shouting to us,

"She's so beautiful, Mumu!"

My friends knew this was the first time I'd ever been so bold as to ask a girl out, and after brainstorming, they came up with many ideas:

"Find an opportunity to ask her out, like, 'Let's go for a walk after dinner.'" Xiaoyu, true to his reputation as the "heartthrob," used the most gradual approach, which was also the one I could accept the most.

I remember when we were in our senior year of high school, we studied together at my house. In the evenings, I would often accompany him to look out of his girlfriend's window. He would gaze at that beautiful figure through the window, while I would stand guard for him. Now it's time for Xiaoyu to repay me. "Hmm, and then what?" I nodded thoughtfully.

"And then? If she agrees, you two will go for a stroll outside the school..." "But remember, when you walk, don't get too close, and don't get too far apart." "Huh?" "How close is 'don't get too close'? How far is 'don't get too far apart'?" I was completely confused.

"You'll see when the time comes. Basically, you just need to make sure you're close enough to hold her hand at any moment." "Oh, and then?" "Then, when you're walking, pretend you're feeling unwell, yell 'Ah!', deliberately stop, and press your hand against your lower back, acting like you're in a lot of pain..." "At that moment, she'll definitely stop and ask you with concern: 'What's wrong?'" Ah Yong's voice came through the phone. "Hmm," I agreed with his reasoning, imagining the scene in my mind. "Then you suddenly grab her hand, pull her into your arms, and tell her: 'I've liked her for a long time,' while praising how beautiful she is and how much she makes you infatuated.' "What if she doesn't agree?"

"Whether she agrees or not, you have to lean in and kiss her. Once you kiss her, she'll be very obedient, and then you're close to success." "Can I do that?"

"No problem, you can even count how many teeth the girl has." "How?" I was a little confused. "Haha..." The two rascals grinned mischievously.

I'd never pursued a girl before, but since these two experienced mentors had pointed me in the right direction, I figured I'd give it a try.

In high school, I often walked to and from school with girls, but back then I was naive and carefree. But now it was different.

Now I had something on my mind, my motives weren't pure, so I was incredibly nervous. The girl and I strolled side by side outside the campus. I kept reviewing the plan Xiaoyu and the others had designed for me, preparing to find a suitable opportunity to pursue her. Lost in thought, I was absent-minded, and before I knew it, I had strayed from the sidewalk and was heading towards the road.

Just then, I felt the girl reach out and gently pinch my sleeve with her thumb and forefinger, pulling me back to where I was. This was the first time we'd been so close since we met. The opportunity had arrived, and my heart started pounding. I stopped, took a deep breath, and turned to look at her. She looked surprised. "What's wrong?" "I..."

My movements were stiff, and my voice trembled with nervousness. After all, this was my first real confession, and I had absolutely no experience in pursuing girls.

The girl looked at me quietly, her expression somewhat strange.

"I like you. Be my girlfriend." This was probably the simplest, most direct, and most boring confession in history. After saying this, I let out a long breath and nervously looked into the girl's eyes.

"We..." My confession was so sudden that the girl was clearly startled and at a loss for words. In that moment, I took her hand. In that instant, it felt like an electric current ran through my body. Novels describe a girl's hands as soft and delicate, with fragrant, jade-like fingers, or boneless, and so on. I had touched a girl's hand before, but never felt anything like this.

The girl's hand was soft, a little cool, and trembling slightly. Seeing me take her hand, she reflexively tried to pull it back. I didn't dare to use force, afraid of hurting her, but I didn't let go either. So, the girl pulled her hand back, but she pulled mine along with it. The girl was a little shy, and her struggle wasn't very strong, which gave me an opportunity.

"Really, from the first time I saw you, I had a very familiar feeling, as if we had known each other for a long time. I really like you," I said, and it was true. The girl really gave me that feeling.

"We... just met recently, and I haven't thought about finding... a boyfriend yet..." The girl's eyes darted around, avoiding my gaze. Was she rejecting me?

"We can get to know each other slowly, we can grow together," the girl's words disappointed me greatly. Was my first confession going to fail like this? A strong sense of loss was clearly visible in my eyes. "Let's be friends first, like this, isn't that good?" the girl comforted me. Or perhaps, at that time, I didn't understand a girl's reserve. "Okay, that's the only way." This was probably the best outcome I could accept. What's the difference between a friend and a girlfriend? I hadn't experienced it, so I didn't know. But at least I was still holding the girl's hand, at least she was still walking with me. The soft texture of her hand filled my heart; it was a strangely familiar feeling.

The girl neither accepted nor rejected me, but our relationship became much closer. In the days that followed, we often walked hand in hand on the street, discussing life and the meaning of existence.

"Chapter Four" An Unexpected Breakthrough

The girl's name was Sisi, born into a scholarly family, slightly younger than me, a very cute, quiet, and knowledgeable girl. Sisi is meticulous in her reading, and her handwriting is equally stunning. Once, during a school calligraphy competition, looking at her writing, I even suspected it was a photocopy from a calligraphy book.

I didn't confess my feelings again. But we often studied together, ate together, and took walks together. Aside from the occasional hand-holding, we didn't have much physical contact, but we had a lot more intellectual exchange, and our feelings for each other were constantly growing stronger.

I liked being close to Sisi, even just looking at her. From the way she looked at me, I could feel that I liked her, and she liked me too—that was enough.

Soon, the National Day holiday arrived. It was my first time away from my parents for school, my first time going home for the holiday, and my first time away from Sisi. Suddenly, I felt a lot of longing and yearning, so I kept calling to express my feelings. Finally, on the third day of the holiday, I couldn't bear the longing for Sisi any longer and returned to school early.

With me came the letters Sisi had written to me when we were pen pals.

Sisi was my pen pal, and my pen pal was Sisi—that's the conclusion I reached after comparing Sisi's handwriting. When I showed Sisi the letter she had written to me, I couldn't describe the look in her eyes at that moment. It was

truly a twist of fate, a cruel twist of destiny; we both felt incredibly fortunate. Almost instantly, our relationship deepened, rising from mere liking to complete trust and reliance.

After a long, intimate exchange of affection, I started thinking about where to find a safe haven to continue our time together. I thought of Sisi's dorm room. She hadn't left school; she'd been living there alone these past few days. If I could get into her room… I almost couldn't imagine it.

Sisi initially disagreed, seemingly because it concerned a girl's reputation. However, after learning that Sisi was my pen pal, my shamelessness grew exponentially. Finally, Sisi couldn't resist my persistent pleading and agreed to let me have dinner with her in her dorm.

A girls' dorm room… just thinking about it made me incredibly excited… How could I get into a girls' dorm room?

This was a real problem. The aunt downstairs was notoriously strict, but it wasn't entirely hopeless. After washing up, I took a bowl of food, covered myself with a few clothes, and went to the girls' dormitory (which had coin-operated washing machines). I bought laundry detergent, greeted the aunt, and went into the laundry room. I glanced back and, taking advantage of the aunt's inattention, turned and ran up the stairs, covering the third floor in one go. Sisi's room was right opposite the stairwell; the door was ajar. She was obviously waiting for me. I felt secretly smug, pushed open the door, slipped inside, and nervously closed it behind me.

Sisi had changed her clothes, wearing shorts and a large shirt, and was busy in the dorm. She was startled when she saw me come in. "You really came in? I was packing my things..." Sisi was surprised, or perhaps impressed by my ability. "Breaking into a girls' dorm, if the school finds out, I'll at least get a disciplinary action..." "Then why did you dare come up here?" "Even if it's a mountain of knives and a sea of fire, I'd still come, besides, there's a beauty waiting for me in her secluded chamber..." I said, panting, while still being cheeky.

"Tch, you're talking nonsense," Sisi said, a little embarrassed by my bluntness.

"Being able to spend some time alone with you, any risk is worth it..." "Keep your voice down, there are people in the next dorm," Sisi, always shy, nervously came over and closed the door... The school dorms were all the same, six-person rooms, but compared to the boys' rooms, this one was so much cleaner, and the room had a very cozy feel, I wondered if it was because of Sisi.

Without time to look around, we opened all sorts of food and feasted. After dinner, we spent the rest of the time whispering sweet nothings to each other, playing a kind of word game. By the time we realized it was getting late, it was already quite late.

"You should go back now, or the girls' dormitory will close..." "Hehe, it seems like it's already past the time. I'll have to stay here tonight. Are you scared?" Actually, I was very concerned about the time. If I stayed past 10 o'clock, I could stay here legitimately tonight. Although I didn't know what might happen between us tonight, being under the same roof as the girl I liked was really exciting.

Sisi glanced at her watch; it was indeed five minutes past 10. She seemed hesitant, and after a long pause, she turned back to me, looking very earnestly into my eyes, and said, "Don't be afraid, I believe in you, you're a good girl..." Before coming up, I had imagined many possibilities. My purpose wasn't just to see the girls' dormitory. I wasn't sure what I really wanted to do; I only knew I wanted to be intimate with Sisi, to be close to her—it was a result of male hormones.

But I had no experience in love. I longed to be intimate with Sisi, to be with her, but I didn't know how, or when, what would be the right time and how. The fact that a young girl, a girl who had never been sexually intimate, allowed me to be alone in her room indicated that our relationship was quite close. To not betray her trust, and without damaging her feelings for me, it seemed I had no choice but to behave myself tonight!

"Yes, I'll be good. I just want to be affectionate with you, hug and stuff. As for other things, I haven't learned them yet. Aren't you my teacher? Why don't you teach me?" "Get lost! How would I know those things?" Sisi's face flushed red. She picked up a basin and went to the washroom to prepare water for me to wash up.

There wasn't a spare toothbrush, so I stared at Sisi with a mischievous glint in my eye, pointing to my teeth from time to time. Sisi couldn't dodge and finally gave in, blushing as she handed me her toothbrush. "Hehe, using the same toothbrush to brush our teeth, does that count as a disguised kiss?" "How could you be so naughty..." Sisi was a little embarrassed and angry, constantly hitting me with her little fists. I quickly begged for mercy, finally calming down this furious little princess.

Sisi stood to the side watching her small toothbrush go in and out of my mouth. I could see that her heart was beating much faster, because her face was an alluring blush. After washing up, I stood by the window. Sisi sat on the bed, head down, not daring to look at me.

"Tonight, you can use Dandan's bed,"

I said. "I don't like it. I'm afraid her bed will get dirty

." "Don't talk nonsense. Okay then, you use my bed, and I'll use Dandan's." "No, I'm afraid her bed will

get dirty." "Then what should we do?" " We can both sleep in your bed, and I'll sleep next to you."

"That's not good." "Then we can both sleep in your bed, and you can sleep next to me. " "I don't want to. You must have ulterior motives." Sisi's shy appearance looked even more adorable. Without realizing it, I had moved next to Sisi, put my arm around her waist, and leaned close to the bed to kiss her lips. Sisi breathed heavily, shyly dodging a few times, but finally kissed me. Almost instantly, I felt her body go limp, pulling me involuntarily onto the bed. I gently stroked Sisi's flushed cheeks. Her eyes met my burning gaze, and she weakly flinched a few times. Realizing she couldn't escape my gaze, she simply closed her eyes, and we kissed awkwardly and clumsily. My hands encircled Sisi's waist, directly caressing her bare waist, gently and slowly stroking it. Sisi trembled incessantly as if electrocuted, her whole body tense. My fingers traced her smooth skin, soft yet elastic, delicate and fleshy. The texture from my fingertips traveled up my arm and directly to my brain. If I had to describe it in one word, "moist," perhaps only that word could most aptly express my feeling at that moment. Sisi's skin seemed to be seeping water, clinging firmly to my palm. If I had to describe it in two words, it would definitely be "satin." Gu Long often used this word to describe women's skin, and today, when I truly touched the girl's skin as smooth as satin, I realized that "satin" was far from sufficient to express the texture of this youth. Sisi's eyes were tightly closed, her lips were sweet, and my tongue kept sliding and sucking on her lips, trying to enter her mouth. Or perhaps at that moment, the kiss was just a mutual tasting. Sisi's body trembled slightly, she was hot all over, and her pretty face was burning hot. Her passion had already aroused my desire, and my hand, which had been moving around her waist, began to try to slip inside Sisi's shorts. My nervous fingers seemed to touch Sisi's panties, seemed to slip inside, seemed to touch a patch of thick pubic hair. My hand continued its advance, and just as my fingers felt a damp warmth in the pubic hair, Sisi suddenly woke up, forcefully pulling my hand back as it continued its downward exploration. She struggled in my arms, "No, I'm scared..." I regretted my haste. It was the first time we were alone in a room, and I'd already started touching her. We'd only known each other for a month, and now we were intimate. In ancient times, she would have had no choice but to marry me... "I'm not afraid..." Unable to think of a better explanation, I blurted out those two words, "I'm not afraid." Not afraid of what? Never mind, keep touching, touch boldly! I was so ashamed! Speechless, I shyly buried my face in Sisi's chest. Sisi didn't hold it against me. I heard her swallow, and she said in a barely audible voice, "Actually... it felt really good just now... but... we... went too fast... I was really scared..." I looked up into Sisi's eyes. Her long, alluring eyes were a little hazy and dreamy, full of affection. "I didn't want to..." I weakly protested. "Didn't want what..." Sisi looked at me tenderly, unconsciously stroking my hair. Perhaps my position in her arms had awakened the maternal instincts deep within her. She gently stroked my face, lightly cradling it: "Kiss me again... it felt so good just now, I thought I was going to die!" I hugged her waist tightly, clearly hearing her sigh of satisfaction. She closed her eyes, her rose-petal-like lips slightly pouting, waiting for my kiss. Without hesitation, I pressed my lips to hers again. This was my first real kiss, and I had absolutely no idea how to make Sisi more comfortable. My tongue involuntarily explored Sisi's soft, moist lips, searching for its other half. Our tongues were like two clumsy little snakes, searching for each other, occasionally touching, then immediately separating, like kissing a blooming flower. I savored the moisture and sweetness of Sisi's mouth. My hands roamed freely over Sisi's back, feeling her body growing hotter and hotter. At this time, Sisi didn't like the constraints of a bra and hadn't developed the habit of wearing one, so I easily reached from her back to touch her breasts... Sisi closed her eyes tightly, hugging me tightly. She wanted to stop my actions, but her resistance was weak and feeble. Her breasts weren't very full, but they were firm, just the right size for one hand to grasp. My hand covered Sisi's breasts, and an unprecedented feeling filled my mind. There was nothing more wonderful than touching a young girl's breasts for the first time. It was a soft, warm, and distinct texture, especially when my hand climbed onto Sisi's firm breasts, when my palm touched the hard protrusion on that soft little ball, it was as if an electric current instantly pierced through my palm, then through my hand, through my arm, and my entire left side instantly became limp and powerless... My hand trembled weakly on Sisi's breasts, and it took a lot of strength to grasp that elastic, youthful mound with my five fingers. I could clearly feel the strong heartbeat within Sisi's body from her nipple. "I...love you," I said, my face burning, kissing Sisi as I spoke in a voice almost only I could hear. In fact, at that moment, I didn't know the true meaning of those three words. In my heart, liking and loving were equivalent. "Mmm ..." "I love you..." "Mmm..." How long did Sisi and I hug and kiss? It felt like a long time, yet it also felt like only a moment. Lovers never pay attention to time when they are together. Finally, Sisi's little hands weakly pounded on my back and shoulders. She could only moan in my ear, "I'm dying, let me go, I'm dying, I can't breathe..." At that moment, Sisi's eyes were alluring, her head pressed tightly against my arm, a happy and sweet smile on her face. Our noses were touching , feeling each other's hot breaths. We were like a pair of lovebirds, envious of all. At that moment, I felt as if I were in a dream. "You really... are a good girl..." After a long while, Sisi's soft voice came, just like her now limp body in my arms. "What?" I was puzzled. How did this relate to me being a good girl? "Just now when we kissed, your hand..." "Hmm?"

"When you put your hand on my breast, he was very well-behaved when we kissed, he didn't move at all..." After saying this, Sisi seemed to have used up all her strength, and her whole body went limp in my arms again, her delicate face turning even redder, as if her neck and chest had turned pink as well.

"Then what should I have done then?"

"I...I don't know," Sisi looked incredibly cute at this moment, her hazy eyes full of tenderness.

"We haven't finished our homework yet, shall we continue?" "What else do you want to do?" "I want to nurse,"

Sisi's hand, which was stroking my hair, slapped me, "Are you a child? Then tell me how old you are?" "Baby is four years old this year,"

"You'll get Mommy dirty if you nurse,"

I deliberately nuzzled her a few times, and whispered in Sisi's ear:

"But baby really, really wants to nurse from Mommy..."

As soon as I finished speaking, Sisi went limp in my arms, she closed her eyes shyly, and turned her face to the side. She murmured soft moans, completely motionless. I lifted her tattered undershirt, revealing a dizzying expanse of white. In a daze, I opened my mouth and took the pink nipple from her snow-white breast, involuntarily sucking on it.

It was a strange sensation, soft yet firm, a softness with a hint of hardness, a hardness with a touch of tenderness. I kept sucking and licking, and Sisi trembled, occasionally letting out moans like the song of a nightingale.

Our bodies intertwined, twisting and turning. Intentionally or unintentionally, I released my painfully hard penis, its proud head held high, rubbing against Sisi's thighs, occasionally brushing against her slightly cool skin, occasionally twisting as it pressed against her exceptionally warm and wet virgin territory through her shorts. I could feel some fluid flowing from the glans, and my penis grew even thicker and harder. I was burning with desire.

My tongue kept licking Sisi's nipples, and Sisi began to tremble inexplicably, tightly hugging my head. Her entire chest turned pink, and her legs began to squeeze tightly together, clamping down on my penis that was rubbing between her legs. I subconsciously thrust hard, and an unusually intense pleasure shot from my sciatic nerve to my brain like lightning... I felt dizzy, ejaculating continuously, spraying onto Sisi's thighs and shorts. This unprecedented, super-intense pleasure made me ejaculate for a thousand years... I lay on my back on the bed, panting heavily, completely exhausted. I closed my eyes, reliving the moment of climax. Although there was no actual intercourse, the feeling was unforgettable. In my daze, I felt Sisi gently nudging me. "Look, it's all your fault, you got all sticky all over my leg," "And the sheets, it's everywhere..."

"Be careful, don't kill them, there are billions of... little sperm..." I struggled to open my eyes, saying weakly, "Now you're not a virgin anymore..."

"Yeah, I gave my virginity to your thigh, you lost out big time, a man's virginity only comes once..." "You looked scary just now, did you feel good?"

"Extremely good, how do you feel?"

Hearing my words, Sisi's face flushed red again.

"So, even after all this, am I still a virgin?" She didn't answer me directly. "Of course you are, I didn't go inside you, I didn't break your hymen, if you're not a virgin, then am I?" "Then do you think the sperm might swim in?"

"No, they're all lying obediently on your lap, aren't they?" "What if there's a really clever little sperm?" "No, they're all too clumsy to get in. Even if one does get in, just shout, 'Come out, little sperm, Mommy misses you!' and they'll obediently swim out!" "That's good. We'd be in big trouble if I got pregnant!" Sisi let out a long sigh of relief, her face flushed as she looked at me, touching the fluid I had ejaculated with her fingers while constantly frowning.

After cleaning up, Sisi went to fetch a basin of water, and after washing, we lay back down on the bed.

Having had physical contact earlier, I immediately took off my underwear. Sisi was very interested in my little worm, playfully fiddling with it after my orgasm. She was very curious about the little bug that had been reduced to its original form. She rested her head on my thick chest, peeked at my lower body from the side, and gently pinched the head of my penis with two fingers, moving it around. Sometimes she would let the glans touch my stomach, and sometimes she would let the glans touch the sides of my thighs. I closed my eyes and enjoyed this special "afterplay". The cool and delicate fingers caressed my penis. This feeling was really indescribable.

Then I heard Sisi's clear voice: "The little guy is so well-behaved now, not at all like he was so hard and disobedient just now..." "He looks so small now, he was so scary just now..."

"Hmm, he's tired from work and needs to rest..."

"No, no rest! Get up and play games with me, I'll sing you a song, okay..." So she shook my penis while humming:

"I'm a little penis, staying at home all day, going out to play games, so happy..." Looking at Sisi's playful and cute appearance, my penis, which had just been released, twitched a few times involuntarily, scaring Sisi into hiding in my arms, secretly glancing at the mischievous little worm.

I kept savoring her shyness and warmth, her alluring fragrance and smooth skin. In a daze, I slipped my arm under Sisi's neck and wrapped it around her, resting my chin lightly on her shoulder. Before I knew it, I had drifted off to sleep. My free hand lingered on Sisi's small, firm breasts, gently kneading them a few times, feeling the softness unique to a girl, and of course, the firmness of those red buds amidst the green...

[The End]

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