The senior's apartment is full of springtime feelings

That year, I was twenty, a sophomore in college.

That afternoon after class, instead of going home, I went to the men's dormitory to find Lihao, a senior student.

I knew his dorm well; he often invited me there, but I was incredibly nervous.

Seeing his car downstairs, I went straight up and knocked on the door. His doorway was piled high with sneakers and decorated with colorful posters. He answered shortly after, carrying a guitar he'd only half-used.

"Xiaoya? What brings you here?" He put the guitar on the shelf, his face beaming with surprise.

My expression must have been very strange. Entering his room, I hugged him tightly, closing my eyes, trying to make my impulses even more fearless. I buried myself in his chest, clearly feeling his heartbeat vibrating against my ear, while my own heart pounded so hard it felt like it was about to leap out of my throat.

My voice trembled as I said to him, "Senior Lihao... I want to make love to you." He was pinned down on the bed by me, pushing my shoulders away, refusing, "Wait a minute..." I hurriedly grabbed his hand and placed it on my chest. He gasped, but didn't pull his hand away. I knew my strengths and was quite confident in my body; I didn't believe he wasn't moved.

"Xiaoya!" His face flushed, and he shouted at me nervously, "What are you doing!? I said wait a minute..." "Senior..." I pleaded, my eyes urgent and pained, "Don't refuse me." Lihao's voice softened, but he still frowned, "What happened?" I didn't answer, and kissed him forcefully. When our lips touched, I froze, and he froze too.

His breath was clearly on my face as our lips pressed together. His hand on my shoulder tightened slightly, and his other hand quietly cupped my chin.

I peeked at him through my narrow eyes. He was frowning, seemingly troubled, but he was enjoying it with his eyes closed, while his restless hands roamed along my hairline. The unfamiliar yet ambiguous atmosphere created an irresistible allure.

To be honest, I felt I was being incredibly unreasonable. I'd known for a long time that Senior Lihao liked me. If it weren't for my infatuation with my brother, I wouldn't have been so oblivious to his maturity, thoughtfulness, and gentleness. It was

because of his unwavering devotion that I approached him, simply to confirm whether my feelings for my brother were genuine. Sensing Senior Lihao's restlessness, I pulled up my vest, took it off, and tossed it aside, revealing my most prized possession—my fair and full breasts. I reached out and gently kneaded them. Senior Lihao's brows furrowed even more, his expression a mixture of helplessness, confusion, and conflicting emotions.

I didn't let him talk much, kissing his lips and tongue, and reaching out to caress his erect penis in his pants. When I touched him, he seemed uneasy, his expression suppressed and painful, his face contorted with a heartbreaking tension. Until I took his penis into my mouth, just as I had done to my brother, he stopped struggling and let out a captivating moan.

I knew men liked to hear women moan, but hearing a man's praise for my actions, as if it were a compliment, gave me immense courage and made me bolder to try again. I clumsily used my lips and tongue to caress his penis while gently stroking his abdomen and thighs.

Suddenly, I met his eyes. He glared at me fiercely, forcefully throwing me onto the bed. I cried out softly, and even in this terrifying, helpless, and even sinful situation, I heard my own voice, weak and alluring. Lying on the bed, I looked at him innocently. He quickly leaned down and captured my lips, a kiss so gentle and tender.

What kind of woman am I? Facing a senior I don't love, I can easily display the tenderness expected of a woman during sex. This stems from primal desire, an insatiable craving for the body, unrelated to love. I deeply understand this; there's no need for proof. I've always known that in my heart, my brother and my senior are completely different. I know this, yet I deliberately use my body to demonstrate it, as if to get revenge on my brother—that he desires me, and I don't necessarily need him.

Thinking of my brother, I foolishly started to cry. Senior Lihao didn't pay much attention to my tears; rather, his eyes were unfocused and hazy. He frantically pecked and nibbled at my entire body, driving me into a frenzy, and then thrust into my wet body.

I heard my own moans, a seductive release.

My senior, however, panicked. His body, hovering above me, began to tremble slightly, his breathing becoming heavy, as if he had been greatly stimulated. He gently brushed aside my bangs, kissed my nose, and after a long while, finally uttered, "Xiaoya... I like you so much..." His voice was so low and trembling, it was heartbreaking.

But I couldn't utter a single word in response. Even though I could feel his pain, every time he entered me, I could feel his trembling and excitement, and his expression was so suppressed. I knew my senior must understand what I was thinking, knew what had happened to me, but he didn't say anything, didn't blame me, and didn't reject me, always embracing me with his gentle body.

And I could only respond with passionate moans.

My senior's penetration speed increased, and his expression became even more pained, deeply stimulating me with the powerful impact and accelerated pleasure, mixed with a little pain, making me unable to suppress the moans escaping my throat, holding him tightly until the climax.

[The End]

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