The classic "Angel 1"

[Angel Trilogy]
Chapter One: First Encounter
"Sir, would you like fish or rice?" the flight attendant asked politely, bending down.
Shen Wenlun, still with his eyes closed and headphones in his ears, lay leisurely in his reclined seat, humming a tune, completely oblivious to the flight attendant's words.
Seeing this, Li Zhixian, sitting nearby, leaned over and said to the flight attendant, "Give him fish, I'll have some too."
The flight attendant handed over two fish dishes. Zhixian nudged Wenlun twice with his elbow, and Wenlun immediately opened his eyes, looking at Zhixian blankly. Taking off his headphones, he asked, "What's wrong?"
Zhixian shook the knife in his hand, and Wenlun finally understood. Looking at the fish dishes in front of him, he pointed to a dark-colored object and exclaimed, "What's this?"
"Eel." Zhixian opened his mouth and put a piece of eel in.
"You're the one making this decision for me?" Wenlun frowned, looking displeased.
Zhi Xian nodded and continued eating the food on his plate.
Wen Lun widened his eyes, glared at him fiercely, and then turned around to look for the flight attendant. Zhi Xian said from the side, "No need to look anymore. The flight attendant just said that only eel was left, nothing else. Just make do with this!"
"How can I make do? You know I hate eating fish more than anything else in my life!"
"Don't you want it?" Zhi Xian asked, tilting his head, his chopsticks already reaching for the eel. He unceremoniously picked it up and put it on his plate. Wen Lun could only stare at him with his mouth open.
"Then... what should I eat now?" Wen Lun's features were already contorted in disbelief.
"Isn't there buttered bread? Just make do with this!"
"Make do, make do, that's all you can say. Have you ever thought about my stomach!" Wen Lun picked up the bread helplessly and added butter with a dissatisfied look.
"Uncle Jinben said he'd throw us a welcome dinner tonight, so you can have a good feast then."
"We're staying in Japan for a year, but Japan isn't that big, but it's not that small either. With so many people, where are we going to find your mother?" Wenlun said, biting into his bread. Zhixian
shrugged, a little helplessly, and said, "I don't know either, but I'll try my best to find her." "
For some reason, I always feel that Jinben must know where your mother is, he just doesn't say it."
Zhixian stopped what she was doing and stared at him blankly: "How can you think that?"
"It's just a gut feeling, but my gut feeling is always very accurate."
"Get lost!" Zhixian glanced at him sideways: "If your gut feeling is that strong, you wouldn't be skipping meals and now you're deliberately starving yourself."
"What...you bastard!" Wenlun jumped up immediately. Just then, a flight attendant walked by, and he grabbed her, startling her into a gasp.
The Li Group is a large international conglomerate with a diverse range of businesses, including real estate, hotels, department stores, and trade. Its extensive operations place it among the top ten companies in Asia.
Zhi Xian is the son of Li Zhanhao, the founder of the Li Group. He and Shen Wenlun have known each other since elementary school, and their friendship blossomed into a deep bond after graduating from university this year. They share similar interests, are inseparable, and can talk about anything. Wenlun, having frequented the Li family since childhood, is also quite familiar with Zhi Xian's family.
Both of them started working for the Li Group this year after graduating from university.
This summer, the Li Group signed a contract with Japan's largest restaurant group, Higashimaru Trading Co., Ltd., acquiring operating rights in Hong Kong, mainland China, and Taiwan, planning to open hundreds of chain restaurants in these three regions.
However, the contract stipulates that each acquiring operating rights must maintain the same image, decoration, management, and service as Japan, and must send personnel to Japan for a year of internship to thoroughly understand the business operations.
Like most young people, Zhi Xian and Wen Lun harbored a passion for Japan. During their middle school years, they frequently traveled to Japan during summer vacations and studied Japanese at night, simply to read comics, magazines, and watch DVDs.
Upon learning of this, Zhi Xian approached Li Zhanhao to request an internship in Japan.
Surprisingly, it went very smoothly; Li Zhanhao immediately agreed, but on one condition: Zhi Xian must find his half-mother during this time.
Over ten years ago, Li Zhanhao frequently traveled to Japan for work. During that time, he met a beautiful woman named Luo Guifang, a Taiwanese expatriate working as an elementary school teacher there. Luo
Guifang later gave birth to a daughter with him. However, their affair was discovered by Li Zhanhao's wife, who was Zhi Xian's mother.
She then came to Japan to cause trouble. Ultimately, to avoid breaking up Li Zhanhao's family, Luo Guifang reluctantly took her daughter and left temporarily. Since then, Li Zhanhao had lost contact with the mother and daughter.
Years ago, Li Zhanhao had hired a private investigator to search for him, but to no avail; there was still no news of him.
Wenlun and Zhixian left customs and pushed their luggage carts out of the Narita Airport lobby when they saw a large cardboard sign, two feet high and three feet wide, bearing their names, held aloft by a short, stout man.
The two exchanged a smile and walked towards the man.
When they reached him, the man looked up, glancing at the two of them before looking at the cardboard sign. Zhixian said in somewhat broken Japanese, "I am Li Zhixian, and this is Shen Wenlun."
"Oh…excuse me!" The man immediately put down the cardboard sign and bowed, saying, "Minister Li, Minister Shen, I am Shimoki Yoichi. President Tsumoto sent me to pick you two ministers. Please take care of me."
Seeing Shimoki bow at a ninety-degree angle, the two had never seen such courtesy before. Hearing Shimoki address them as ministers, they were flustered and unsure how to respond.
Before they could speak, Shimoki continued, "Governors, please leave your luggage to me. Come this way; the car is ready."
The two followed Shimoki, who was pushing a luggage cart, out of the airport terminal and into the waiting area. They arrived at a white Toyota sedan. The driver, dressed in white, was already standing beside the car. Seeing the three approach, he immediately opened the rear door and politely invited them to get in.
After putting their luggage in the trunk, Shimoki sat back down next to the driver. In the blink of an eye, the car had left Narita Airport and was on the highway heading towards Tokyo.
After a little over an hour's drive, the car entered Tokyo, passing through the bustling city center with its throngs of pedestrians. It then turned left into Adachi Ward, a quiet residential area.
Shimoki turned to them and said, "President Tsumoto has already rented a house for you two; it's only a few minutes' drive from here."
Wenlun asked, "This place seems quite far from the city center. Is it convenient to get around?"
"This is Nishi-Arai in Adachi Ward. There's a bus stop a few minutes' walk from your residence. It's about a 15-minute bus ride to Nippori Station on the Yamanote Line, so transportation is very convenient."
Wenlun nodded in agreement. The car had already entered a side street and stopped in front of a small two-story house.
"We've arrived. Please get out, both of you." Shimoki had already opened the car door.
After getting out of the car, the two looked up at the small white house. There was a small garden in front, with red and white wildflowers planted on both sides. Looking around, the surroundings were deserted and unusually quiet.
Shimoki carried his luggage to the front door, took out his key, opened the door, put the luggage in the entryway, and handed the key to Zhixian: "President Tsumoto has booked a dining room at the Fumizuki restaurant in the Shinjuku Hotel. You two can rest for a while. I will come to pick you up again at 7 pm tonight."
"Thank you, Mr. Shimoki." Zhixian put the key in his pocket.
After Xia Mu left, he carefully examined the interior of the house. It was indeed very refined and clean. Near the entrance was a Western-style living room with two white leather sofas and a coffee table. A low cabinet against the wall held a television and stereo. On the other side of the living room was the dining room, with a six-person dining table and an open kitchen, fully equipped
. Just as Zhi Xian turned around, he heard hurried footsteps from the second floor. He saw Wen Lun quickly come down, pick up his luggage at the entrance, and say to Zhi Xian, "What are you doing here? Hurry up and pack your things." He then rushed upstairs.
A short while later, Zhi Xian returned with a suitcase. A corridor led to four rooms. The door to the front of the room was open, and a pair of shoes lay outside, presumably Wen Lun was inside. He put his luggage down in the corridor and headed towards his room.
Stepping into the room, he was immediately struck by its spaciousness and Japanese-style furnishings. Tatami mats covered the floor, and a built-in wardrobe stood nearby, with Wenlun squatting in front of it hanging clothes.
"Wow… quite a nice room. I've never slept in a Japanese-style bedroom before,"
Wenlun chuckled. "You have plenty of money; staying in a Japanese-style room is easy enough. Just redecorate your room when you get home, and that'll be perfect."
Zhixian also took off his shoes and placed them by the door. He walked to a screen door, pulled it open, and found a bathroom. He laughed, "The only drawback is that it would be even better if it were a Japanese-style bathroom."
"I have a bathroom, that's enough. I don't care if it's Western or Japanese. I'm a grown man, and I've never stayed in a room with a bathroom! Unlike you, this bathroom alone is bigger than my living room."
Zhixian smiled. "I should go tidy up too." With that, he left.
Less than five minutes later, Zhi Xian's cursing echoed into the room, and he rushed in: "It's not fair! These two rooms outside are tiny and have no bathrooms! Here, the usual." He pulled a Japanese yen coin from his pocket: "Do you want the letter or the design?"
"Neither side. I only want this room. Who told you, young master, to be so slow to come upstairs? You've been living a life of luxury since birth. Now that you're in Japan, it's time to let your old friend enjoy some comfort."
Zhi Xian glared at him, still a little resentful, but put the coin back in his pocket.
Fumizuki, located on the seventh floor of the Shinjuku Grand Hotel, is a high-end Japanese restaurant.
Wenlun and Zhixian were led to a Japanese-style room by a waitress in a kimono. The waitress said, "Mr. Tsuki is already waiting in the Chunying Hall."
The Chunying Hall was a spacious Japanese-style room. As soon as the screen door opened, a middle-aged man with graying temples, around fifty years old, greeted them with a smile, saying, "You've arrived, please come and sit down."
Tsuki was a frequent visitor to the Li family; he always came to the Li family whenever he was in Hong Kong, so Zhixian was naturally quite familiar with him.
This was the first time Tsuki and Wenlun had met. After they sat down, Zhixian introduced them, and after a brief exchange of pleasantries, Tsuki called for the food.
Soon, a dish of food was placed in front of each person on a long Japanese-style table. The dish contained something only a meter or two thick, with a dark, spiky outer layer and a snow-white, glistening inner layer.
Tsuki smiled and said, "My two nephews, try this 'tiger porcupine' skin. The meat is extremely delicious, but personally, I prefer the skin to the meat." Wenlun
had been listening with a dazed look in his eyes. Fish had been a foreign concept to him since childhood; for some reason, even the slightest fishy smell made him feel nauseous.
However, seeing the other party's sincerity, he couldn't refuse their kindness.
Zhixian turned his head and chuckled softly in Cantonese, "Just make do, don't spoil their fun."
Wenlun gave a wry smile, but quickly suppressed it, not daring to show any dissatisfaction. He kept chatting and laughing with the two of them, forcing a smile, and after much difficulty, finally managed to eat the food in front of him! No… he should say swallow it.
He thought his ordeal was finally over, but what followed immediately made his vision go black.
A waitress in a gorgeous kimono began setting out more than ten plates of Japanese food on the tatami table. Tsumoto chuckled, "Speaking of pufferfish, every part is edible, except for the liver, which is poisonous. Just forty grams of liver can kill fifty-six thousand people. But the liver is the most delicious."
"Such a potent poison! Will there be any fish liver this time?" Zhixian stared wide-eyed at the food before him.
"Don't worry, Zhixian, if you're afraid, you don't have to eat it," Tsumoto said with a smile.
Wenlun pointed to the plates and asked, "What are these ten-odd plates for? They're arranged quite elaborately."
Tsumoto replied, "This is a full pufferfish meal, ten dishes in total." He then began to introduce each dish: "This is a cold platter of blanched pufferfish shreds, skin and meat sashimi, sperm sashimi, fish brain, fish liver, grilled fish roe, grilled fish ribs, fried fish, pufferfish roe, and porridge."
Wenlun's stomach was already churning, and Zhixian's "make do" echoed in his ears again.
Tonight, besides pufferfish, there was also fish essence blanched in hot sake, the whole cup milky white, emitting a rich aroma. Ah... my god, even the sake is fish, Wenlun thought bitterly.
Later, the three of them got down to business. Tsumoto said, "This time, since you two are interning at Higashimaru, I have arranged for you to be department heads, equivalent to managers in your organization, but only deputy department heads. In this department, the general manager is your mentor. The reason I arranged for you to be in the leadership position is Higashimaru's rule. Senior employees who are interning overseas, unless they are in a leadership position, will find it difficult to understand the company's management hierarchy. During this period, you must abide by all employee regulations just like other Higashimaru employees, and your salaries will be paid by Higashimaru."
Then there was some more conversation about positions, and before they knew it, more than an hour had passed.
As Zhi Xian was leaving Fumiyue, he asked Jinben, "I have something I'd like to ask Uncle Jinben. My father told me that you were once a good friend of my half-mother. Besides my internship, my father also sent me to Japan to find my half-mother. Do you have any news about her, Uncle? Could you provide me with some clues?"
Tsumoto frowned and shook his head, saying, "I also received an email from your father. He's already hired a private investigator. He'll let you know as soon as there's any news."
Shimoki drove the two back to their residence in Shin-Nishii. As soon as Wenlun stepped inside, he unleashed all his pent-up anger: "That Tsumoto must have been deliberately playing a trick on me! Why eat this pufferfish ghost meal when there are so many other options!" "
It tastes pretty good!" Zhixian said casually, lying on the sofa. "It's unique and special. I really need to go back and have a good time with it someday."
Wenlun's anger flared up. He glared at him angrily: "It must be you! You were the one who hinted to Tsumoto that you'd never eaten pufferfish before and that you should try it sometime. Otherwise, why would it suit your taste so well!"
Zhixian tilted his head in thought: "I think I did say that last year. I didn't expect Tsumoto to remember what I said."
"You..." Wenlun clenched his fists and kicked his feet in anger, pacing back and forth in the living room.
"I noticed your chopsticks were just dabbling here and there, but you didn't actually pick anything up. You're still hungry, aren't you?"
"Of course! Now that you mention it, my stomach's rumbling again. Let's see what's in the fridge to fill it up." He headed towards the kitchen.
"No need to look, I already checked. There's nothing in the refrigerator." Zhi Xian stood up. "How about this, for the sake of our old friendship, I'll treat you to a meal out, and we can buy some soft drinks and snacks." "
At least you have some conscience. Okay, let's go to 'Mei Nong Ya' for horse meat hot pot." "
You certainly know how to eat, but look at the time. Remember last time? They closed at 8 pm."
Wen Lun scratched his head. "Let's go to Shinjuku. We can play video games after we eat."
The two finished eating in Shinjuku and strolled into Kabukicho.
Before heading to this famous night market, the two had changed out of their smart suits and into casual clothes. Zhi Xian wore a leather jacket and jeans, while Wen Lun wore a black velvet baseball jacket with gold leather sleeves and a large embossed V-shaped letter on the left front, paired with faded jeans—a typical Japanese youth's outfit.
Walking into the main street, they were surrounded by flashing neon lights. Turning into a side street, they saw pornographic posters and signs everywhere, their audacity astonishing. Sex shops, nightclubs, and arcades were ubiquitous, creating a dark and somewhat melancholic atmosphere.
The two rushed into an arcade, a large two-story store with a huge variety of games. The place was packed with people.
Zhi Xian was engrossed in a racing game with a Japanese youth. Wen Lun watched for a while, then said to Zhi Xian, "I'm going to wander around." Zhi Xian waved in response and continued his reckless racing.
Wenlun weaved through the crowd, finally arriving on the second floor, which was much quieter than the lower floors.
Half of this floor was a café, and the other half was a claw machine game. The glass display cases of toys were already occupied, but Wenlun was an expert. He knew which machine to choose to win, and had even managed to grab eight toys in ten rounds.
Just then, a girl's voice suddenly rang out behind him: "Yinyin, stop! Go down and grab it… Sigh! Missed again…" It was Mandarin, a sweet voice.
Wenlun looked in the direction of the voice and immediately froze. He saw two girls, around seventeen or eighteen years old, grabbing plush toys from the glass display cases. One of the girls standing by the machine looked dejected, but her slight dejection only made her seem more adorable.
The girl standing beside the machine had long, straight hair, wore a light pink knee-length thick fleece coat over a white turtleneck sweater and black leather boots, looking incredibly pure and beautiful. Her graceful figure and intelligent features were accentuated by two shallow dimples and large, clear, bright eyes that sparkled with captivating light.
Wen Lun was already completely mesmerized by her beauty, his eyes glued to her, his feet moving uncontrollably towards the game machine.
When he reached the machine, he noticed another girl beside her. She had short, straight hair, wore a light blue hooded fisherman's fleece coat, and had bright eyes and white teeth. Her cheerful and playful demeanor added to her charm; she was also a pretty and adorable girl.
"Yin Yin, do you think this Q-Taro is cute? I want it," the long-haired girl said, pointing.
"Alright, watch my skills!" The short-haired girl took out a hundred-yen coin and inserted it into the coin slot. The metal clip on the glass top began to move. The short-haired girl widened her beautiful eyes and pressed her finger on the control button.
The metal clip moved slowly forward from horizontal to vertical. When it was about to reach Q-Taro's position, the short-haired girl pressed the control button, and the metal clip slowly descended and retracted inward—oh! It missed again…
"How annoying!" The short-haired girl stomped her foot and said, "I don't believe I can't grab it. Ziwei, do you have any more coins?"
The girl called Ziwei shook her head: "I used them all up, how could I have any?"
"I'm going to exchange coins now. You stand here and reserve your spot. Remember not to let others play."
Ziwei nodded and reserved the glass cabinet as she said. Yinyin had already run quickly to the exchange machine.
Wenlun, who was standing to the side, took out a bunch of coins from his pocket and put them in his palm. From the coins of various sizes, he took out several hundred-yen yen coins.
Ziwei, feeling bored, noticed Wenlun's presence. Seeing this tall, strikingly handsome young man constantly selecting coins in his palm, she knew he wanted to play the game machine. She hesitated, feeling a little embarrassed to hogging it and not let anyone else play.
When Wenlun looked up at her, for some reason, Ziwei's heart suddenly pounded, and she involuntarily moved aside, awkwardly nodding to him.
Wenlun, seeing this, gave her a slight smile, then stood in front of the control panel, placing three coins on the machine. Just as he was about to insert the coins, Yinyin's voice came over: "Exchanged... Hey! Ziwei, why did you let someone else play..." Seeing her cheeks puffed out, Wenlun smiled slightly at her as well.
Ziwei wrapped her arm around Yinyin's and said crisply, "Yinyin, don't be so angry. Let him play first, then we'll play."
"If he gets a Q-Taro, you'll regret it later," Yinyin said unhappily, then suddenly laughed, "Look at him, all tough and strong, but he doesn't have the ability."
Wenlun thought to himself, "Just you wait and see, I'll make you furious." He then put a coin into the machine, and the iron clamp began to move horizontally.
"Hey! Ziwei, why are you staring at me like that?" Yinyin looked at Wenlun again, "I understand now, this Japanese guy is indeed quite handsome, no wonder my good cousin is staring at him without blinking."
"Don't talk nonsense, how could I..."
"Still denying it, otherwise why are you blushing?"
"Don't say anymore, or I'll ignore you."
Wenlun couldn't help but laugh inwardly. Since you think I'm Japanese, let's see what this little devil says.
The clamp had moved forward to Q-Taro's position, its forks already aligned with the rope loop above the plush toy's head. As the clamp fell, the forks accurately pierced the loop.
"Ziwei, this is bad! That Japanese guy really caught Q-Taro!" Yinyin exclaimed, stamping her foot.
Ziwei's eyes widened in disbelief; she hadn't expected this person to catch Q-Taro so easily.
Wenlun retrieved Q-Taro from the coin slot, deliberately placing it on the control panel, and then inserted the second coin.
"Ziwei, look how awful he is, showing off in front of us."
"Don't talk nonsense, it'll be embarrassing if someone hears you."
"I'm not afraid, how could a Japanese guy understand our language, relax!"
"Yinyin, he caught another one, so impressive."
"So what if he's impressive? Look at his outfit, you can tell at a glance that he must be a local gangster, and he's so handsome, I wonder how many girls he's messed with."
"Don't judge people like that, I don't think he's that kind of person."
Wenlun only now realized how hard it was to hold back laughter, but now he couldn't help but.
"What's wrong with you today, always saying nice things to people, if Yangping finds out, he'll be furious." "So
what if he knows? I have nothing to do with him."
"But that's not what he thinks."
Wenlun overheard their conversation and realized that Ziwei already had a boyfriend. For some reason, he felt a little jealous. He had wanted to find an opportunity to chat her up, but it seemed he had to give up...
In his bad mood, his third attempt failed.
Wenlun picked up two plush toys, one of Q-Taro in his right hand and one of Iron Man in his left. Looking at the two women in front of him, he said in Mandarin, "These are for you."
Upon hearing this, Ziwei and Yinyin's mouths dropped open; they both froze.
He…he's Chinese…?
Wenlun ignored them, smiled slightly, and forcefully placed the plush toys in their hands: "This is a small token of my appreciation, take them." He then turned and left, taking a few steps before stopping and turning back with a smile: "You're Ziwei, you're Yinyin, thank you for your compliment earlier, bye-bye!" This time he really strode away.
The two women stood there, stunned, each holding a plush toy, their faces flushed red like two burning candles.
Chapter Two: Lust
Author: Qianlong
The residential area of Udagawa-cho, Shibuya, was already quiet and deserted. A three-story Western-style building was bathed in soft light from its top-floor windows.
"Mmm...mmm..." Completely naked, Ziwei lay sprawled on a large bed. A blush spread across her angelic face, and beads of sweat glistened on her forehead.
Her head was tilted to the side, her starry eyes half-closed, her watery pupils brimming with passion. Her delicate lips were gently biting her clenched fist, soft moans of "Ee...Ee...Mmm..." escaping her lips, truly captivating.
These moans, capable of making any man's soul soar, excited the man kneeling between her legs even more. His hips moved more violently, his dark member thrusting wildly in and out of Ziwei's tender, red vulva with a series of lewd "splash, splash" sounds.
The large bed, swaying from the thrusting, was causing Q-Taro, who was lying beside Ziwei's face, to rock back and forth.
This naked young man, around twenty years old, was Kurihara Yohei, whom Yinyin had mentioned. He and Ziwei were colleagues, but six months ago, under Yohei's ardent pursuit, he finally won over dozens of competitors and won the heart of this charming angel.
However, deep down, Ziwei harbored a complex unease. It wasn't that she disliked Yohei; otherwise, why would she have given him her nearly twenty years of virginity? But if she said she liked him, Ziwei dared not openly admit it. She didn't even want to tell Yinyin that her relationship with Yohei had already reached this stage, and she didn't want anyone else, especially her colleagues at the company, to know. Yohei was already her boyfriend. Why was this? Perhaps even Ziwei herself didn't know. And when it came to Yohei, she knew even less!
But Yangping loved Ziwei too much. He always treated her requests and words as sacred decrees, never daring to disobey. The feelings between men and women are so wondrous, immeasurable.
At this moment, Ziwei shyly spread her legs, her knees bent, while Yangping pressed his hands on her knees, pushing them apart. He lowered his head, looking at his manhood, repeatedly thrusting in and out, the huge head of his penis each time drawing out the nectar from her vagina.
Oh! This action was too sinful, too lewd! Through her blurred vision, Ziwei saw Yangping staring down at their joined bodies, making her too shy to look directly at him, yet also bringing her an indescribable new and intriguing feeling.
Ziwei felt Yangping's enormous size rubbing against her tight vaginal walls, each thrust bringing waves of tingling, pleasurable pleasure. His forceful thrusts, each one penetrating deep within, felt as if they were being pierced, yet the sheer pleasure was intoxicating.
Each of Yangping's thrusts ignited a fire within her, until Ziwei could no longer endure it. With each thrust, she wantonly writhed her hips, begging him to take her deeper.
Ah… God! In Yangping's eyes, the angel beneath him was so sweet. Her perfectly sized, round, and tender white breasts swayed up and down with each thrust, creating indescribable waves of milk. What intoxicated him even more was the soft, sensual moans that always escaped her throat from the burning passion within her body, a sight that alone was enough to drive Yangping mad.
"Oh! Yohei... I... I can't take it anymore, please stop, please stop for a while..." Ziwei's voice trembled as she softly cried out in fluent Japanese.
"No, you can take it... I really can't stop..." As he spoke, Yohei not only didn't slow down, but instead moved even more intensely, his hips thrusting rapidly, relentlessly pounding.
"Ah..." Under the fierce thrusts of his treasure, this sweet torment made her want to faint.
Yohei released his hands from her legs and instead reached forward, shamelessly grabbing her round breasts. He rubbed them, enjoying the pleasurable sensation of his treasure and his hands, while his eyes were fixed on Ziwei's pretty face, watching the changes in her expression during pleasure.
Yohei's greedy attack immediately aroused Ziwei's desire. She could feel that, in addition to the friction and fullness of her vagina, her usually proud and beautiful breasts were now both in Yohei's hands. He was gently pinching one of her nipples with his thumb, while his right hand was playing with her other breast with just the right amount of pressure.
"Mmm! It's so beautiful, don't stop... keep playing with me, keep pounding me... I'm willing to die under your big treasure... Ah... I'm going to die...!" Ziwei kept screaming in her heart, but she never dared to shout it out loud. She was naturally very shy, gentle and obedient, and not a lewd girl. How could she say such obscene words? But after all, she was a normal nineteen-year-old girl, and it was no wonder that she had such unrestrained desires under such passionate lust.
"Eek... I can't hold back anymore, deeper... Mmm, I'm going to lose it, I'm really going to lose it..."
Ziwei suddenly convulsed, and waves of vaginal fluid gushed out, pouring directly onto Yangping's penis. She then went limp, helplessly letting Yangping continue to ravage her.
However, Yangping wasn't much better off. After that intense onslaught, not only had they both enjoyed themselves immensely, but he was also utterly exhausted, at his limit. He thrust a few times, his head pressing deep inside her, his urethra throbbing, and several streams of hot semen spurted out.
"Ah…so good…!" Ziwei couldn't help but cry out
softly. Yangping collapsed onto her, panting heavily. Ziwei gently reached out and embraced his sweat-drenched body, holding him tightly. Her breasts pressed firmly against his chest, her nipples, erect from the passion, rubbed against his skin.
His limp penis, still nestled inside her vagina, seemed reluctant to be pulled out. He was eagerly awaiting the next assault, for the beauty before him was simply too much to bear, especially after all the difficulty in persuading her to spend the night there. If he didn't seize this opportunity tonight and indulge in pleasure, who knew when the next chance would come?
The two embraced silently until Yang Ping gradually caught his breath, then began to gently kiss the back of her neck and lick her ears. Ziwei tilted her neck to the side, making it easier for him.
Yang Ping's teeth bit her earlobe, his warm breath so arousing.
"Was that good?" he murmured seductively in her ear.
"Mmm!" Ziwei responded softly, holding him even tighter.
"That feeling is so good, I'm going crazy for you, Ziwei, do you know that?" He slightly turned his body, his large hand immediately covering one of her breasts, beginning to gently caress it.
"No, let me rest a little longer, okay?" Ziwei didn't expect Yangping to be so eager to cling to her again so soon.
But Yangping ignored her, suddenly lowering his head, using his lips instead of his hands to savor her alluring breasts. When he sucked on them, Ziwei couldn't help but let out a soft cry. Before long, after Yangping's repeated caresses, the pleasure made her arch her back to meet him, her long legs impatiently rubbing against him.
"No, you're going to confuse me if you keep going like this." These gentle and completely unresisting words were as good as nothing, only making Yangping even more excited. This was part of Ziwei's charm.
Yangping's hand slid down, caressing her lips still holding his penis, playing with her erect nipple.
Ziwei tried to push him away with her hands: "No, Yangping, please don't... ah..." He felt Yangping's fingers, intending to slip inside his half-erect penis.
Ziwei's small mouth opened, her expression both cute and charming. In a moment of fear, Ziwei reflexively reached out and grabbed his hand, trying to pull his fingers out.
"Hold me," Yangping said, "like this." He grabbed her hand in return, forcing her fingers to grasp his half-erect penis, while his fingers once again entered her flower cave.
Ziwei trembled violently again from his touch. The penis in her hand was wet, covered in their own and his semen. Thinking of this, she couldn't help but blush.
"Help me stroke it, so it gets hard faster," Yangping said in a hoarse voice, gently biting her earlobe.
Ziwei initially didn't want to do this for him. Although she and Yangping had been intimate a few times, each time it was a hasty affair. The previous two times, in particular, had left her in pain for several days. Until today, she had never truly touched his member. This time,
holding it firmly in her hand was a first. But for some reason, this half-erect, half-hard thing gave her an indescribable feeling, making her reluctant to let go. Under Yangping's guidance, she began to gently stroke it. Yangping's fingers, which were already inside her, had increased to two, causing Ziwei to writhe and moan.
"Ziwei, you're so tight, so wonderful..." Lewd words flowed from Yangping's lips, tempting this increasingly aroused angel.
Ziwei's clumsy stroking only intensified Yangping's discomfort, and soon he became erect. Ziwei also felt his reaction; it was not only hard and hot, but also pulsating constantly, and the round head of the penis had swelled up even larger and rounder. This strange change made Ziwei really want to get up and see what was going on.
Just as she was lost in thought, Yangping suddenly moved her small hand away. Before Ziwei could react, his lips were already pressed against hers, his tongue deeply entering her mouth, wildly sucking the sweetness from her lips.
In no time, Ziwei lost control, becoming as wild as him. She tightly gripped his neck, pulling his massive body towards her, her full breasts rubbing passionately against his skin. Yangping was indeed an expert in this area; he knew how to touch her, when and where to apply pressure, and how to make her melt in his arms.
Yangping's movements became increasingly rough. He withdrew his fingers and whispered in Ziwei's ear, "Hold it again, lead it into your cunt."
Ah! What a lewd act! It's so shameful. How could he treat me like this, making me do such a thing? He really is… Although Ziwei thought this, the lust burning within her made it impossible for her not to comply with him.
Ziwei's face was flushed, and she spread her legs slightly apart. She slowly reached out and lifted his already hard penis, gently pulling his head against the entrance of her vagina. Then, she slowly pushed open her lips, and before Yangping could even penetrate her, she had already thrust her hips forward lewdly, and his large, round penis was completely inside, tightly contained and gripped by her narrow vaginal opening.
"You did a good job. How about you do it to me this time?" Yangping smiled lewdly.
Ziwei, upon hearing his words, blushed so much that she buried her head under his armpit, and said coquettishly, "I'm ignoring you, you're so naughty."
"Alright, alright, seeing how shy you are, I'll take the lead myself." With that, he thrust his hips forward, and his bulging, muscular member instantly slid in to the root, filling Ziwei completely, making her feel incredibly comfortable.
Ziwei felt this hot, enormous thing completely embedded inside her, utterly possessing her, her tight vaginal opening gripping this lovely visitor without leaving a trace.
But strangely, this visitor remained motionless for a long time, which surprised her. She slightly opened her eyes and saw Yang Ping with a wicked smile, staring at her intently.
Ziwei, blushing, quickly closed her eyes. Then Yangping's voice rang out: "Come on, this time we'll try something special." Before Ziwei could respond, he lifted her up and made her sit facing him.
This startled Ziwei, who cried out "Ah!" Her beautiful eyes widened in shock: "Yangping, what's wrong with you?" Looking around, she saw herself being held tightly by Yangping, chest to chest, and most importantly, his erect penis was still firmly inside her. Their legs were crossed, extending straight out behind each other.
"This time we'll sit face to face, so you can see my big thing clearly and know how it's done," Yangping said smugly.
"No... I don't want this, I'm so ashamed!" Ziwei exclaimed in surprise.
"What's there to be shy about? Look." He gently pushed Ziwei's body away, his hands gripping her arms tightly, their bodies forming a V-shape, only their lower bodies touching.
"I don't want to look, Yangping, you're bullying me..." Ziwei immediately turned her head away, how could she dare look at him?
Yangping grinned and began to thrust his hips, his large member pumping in and out.
Oh... Yangping is so bad, how could he think of this position to fuck me... Ah... So deep, this time I'm going to be killed by him again... Eek... So good... Before Ziwei could finish cursing in her heart, Yangping had already begun to thrust wildly.
"Look at all these cum, they're gushing out, look down."
"No... I don't want to look..." Ziwei softly scolded, quickly biting her lower lip, trying to suppress the wonderful throbbing in her lower body.
Yangping, of course, saw everything. He already knew that this outwardly gentle and docile, yet inwardly passionate and fiery angel would eventually succumb to his charms. Yangping switched to using his left hand to pull her along, while his right hand suddenly spread its fingers, grasping and kneading Ziwei's left breast.
"Ah... Yangping..." Ziwei finally cried out, a captivating whisper that could charm any man in the world.
Yangping felt incredibly fortunate to have met Ziwei; he wondered what blessings he had accumulated over countless lifetimes. The more he looked at the beauty before him, the more excited he became. His member thrust even harder, making Ziwei's long hair fly wildly, her breasts heave, and her moans filling the air. "
I'm going to die... Yangping, you're so cruel, thrusting into me like this... Ah... so deep, so deep, it feels so good...!" Ziwei was nearing the peak of her desire, her burning lust causing her to abandon all restraint. She pushed aside Yangping's left hand that was holding her, and with both hands behind her to steady her trembling body, she actively thrust her lower body forward, facing Yangping's member.
This wanton and lewd scene left Yangping speechless. He never expected that the usually lovely and refined Ziwei would act so wantonly under the influence of passion.
Yangping swallowed hard, knowing the time had come. He pulled back, and his glistening member suddenly withdrew from Ziwei's jade orifice.
Just as Ziwei was enjoying herself and was about to reach her climax, she suddenly felt her vaginal walls empty, and she plummeted from her zenith. Her beautiful eyes widened, revealing an expression of unfulfilled desire: "Yangping, you..."
Yangping pulled her closer, pressing her entire beautiful body against his, and whispered, "Sit on my lap."
Ziwei had no choice but to comply, wrapping her arms around his neck, her round, beautiful buttocks landing perfectly on his lap. From top to bottom, their chests and abdomens were pressed tightly together, and Ziwei's vulva naturally pressed against his manhood, making her heart pound and her mind wander.
"Do you want me to put it in now?" Yangping asked in her ear.
Ziwei immediately blushed, not daring to answer him, and simply buried her head in his shoulder, shaking her head repeatedly.
"Does shaking your head mean you don't want it?"
Ziwei knew he was deliberately teasing her, and she angrily swung her small fist, lightly hitting his back, and whispered coquettishly, "You're so bad, knowing full well that I..."
"How would I know if you didn't tell me?"
"Never mind if you don't know."
"You really won't tell me." Yangping reached out and grasped his manhood, rubbing it incessantly against her vulva: "Say it, say you want my big stick, say you want my big stick to fuck you, say it now." "
You're so perverted, making me say such things, I won't say it... Ah... No... Please don't."
"You really don't want my big stick? Fine, you don't want it, but I'm going to give it to you anyway." He lifted her buttocks with both hands, pressing his erect penis against her vulva, and thrusting his lower body repeatedly,
his large head moving in and out of her lips. "Tell me quickly, do you want it or not?" Ziwei was instantly aroused, clinging tightly to Yangping's head, biting her lower lip to endure the sensation. But
with Yangping lifting her up like this, her breasts were pressed against his face. Yangping gave a quick thank you, then opened his mouth and took one of her nipples into his mouth, slowly sucking and licking it. Ah…! This caused Ziwei to cling even tighter, moaning, "Yangping… I… I want…"
Yangping chuckled inwardly, saying, "What do you want? Say it."
"I want… ah…" Yangping's large head thrust upwards again, the entire mushroom head embedded in her entrance, then withdrew.
Ziwei could hardly bear it any longer. She raised her small hand and lightly slapped his back, scolding, "Yangping, you bad guy, stop torturing me! I... I said yes, I... I want your thing, Ziwei likes Yangping's big thing, please, have mercy and put your big thing in, Ziwei can't take it anymore..." Of course, she knew Yangping's intentions. He was deliberately trying to make things difficult for her, to make her say these lewd words so that he would be satisfied. Although Ziwei knew Yangping's intentions, her body was too weak to resist. He had already aroused her desire, so what else could she say? Now she could only steel herself and blurt out her innermost thoughts in one breath.
Yangping couldn't help but show a satisfied smile. He first aimed his head at her jade cave, and then slowly lowered her body down.
"Ah..." Ziwei felt his treasure parting her lips, then gradually penetrating deeper, finally reaching the very depths of her womb. This pleasurable fullness and satisfaction made her unable to wait for Yangping's thrusts; instead, she actively hugged him tightly, her hips bobbing up and down rapidly.
Mmm! His thing feels so good... it's all the way in... ah...! Ziwei's hips rose and fell incessantly, her heart filled with lewd moans.
Seeing that Ziwei was starting to climax, Yangping no longer needed to support her waist and hips. His hands, now free, once again attacked her fortresses. One hand encircled her slender waist, while the other cupped one of her breasts, and Ziwei's other breast, of course, could not escape his sharp mouth.
Ziwei was attacked from all three points, moaning with pleasure. After another round of thrusting, she could no longer hold back. Her body trembled violently, and her vaginal fluids flowed like a dam bursting, drenching Yangping's legs with a torrent of lustful fluids.
"Ziwei, you're so wet. Now it's my turn." Yangping put her back on the bed, returning her to her previous sitting position. "This time you'll be willing to watch, right?"
Ziwei was already exhausted and had no strength to answer him. She put her hands behind her back, looking down at the point of contact between them, seeing a thick, black penis constantly thrusting in and out of her garden, appearing and disappearing. Each thrust made her feel incredibly comfortable, and with each withdrawal, her sensitive labia were pulled out along with her vaginal muscles. The sight was truly obscene.
Yangping became more and more excited. He played with one of her breasts while thrusting forcefully, reigniting Ziwei's lust that had just subsided, making her respond to his movements. Her pretty face once again showed burning desire. Under
the strong and powerful thrusting, before two hundred thrusts were even over, Yangping felt he had reached the edge of climax. He laid Ziwei on her back on the bed, lifted her legs, and began a fierce final sprint.
"Ah...Yohei, hurry up and ejaculate, I...I can't take it anymore..." Ziwei shook her head uncontrollably due to excessive passion.
"What do you want me to ejaculate...tell me..." Yohei shouted in a hoarse voice, his lower body never stopping for a moment, continuing his frenzied thrusting.
"Semen...Yohei's hot semen...ah...shoot it into me, shoot it all into Ziwei..."
"Shoot it where?"
"Hmm...uterus...shoot it into Ziwei's uterus...please..."
Yohei had finally won today. The usually quiet and shy angel had begun to lose her composure under the guidance just now, and could even say such lewd words. He couldn't help but feel a little proud: "Ziwei, will you come with me?"
"Okay...come together, thrust harder, I'm about to come again...ah...it's like this...my uterus is about to be punctured...how can it feel so good...ah..." Ziwei was so happy that she spread her legs wide, her waist kept thrusting wildly, and the obscene words she uttered were probably not even noticed by herself.
Soon, Yangping could no longer restrain himself. After a series of pleasurable spasms, his hot semen gushed out, pouring directly into Ziwei's womb until not a drop remained. Looking at Ziwei, she too had reached a state of intense satisfaction, her body limp and weak, panting heavily.
The morning light streamed in through the window, illuminating the naked couple. Ziwei slowly awoke; the passion of the previous night had ensured a sound sleep.
She glanced at the wall clock; it was already past seven, but there was still some time before work. Ziwei saw Yangping beside her, his back turned, seemingly fast asleep. She reached out absentmindedly and touched something soft. Turning her head, she saw it was Q-Taro, with his snow-white skin and large lips.
Ziwei couldn't help but recall the events of the previous night, especially the handsome young man; his striking face suddenly reappeared before her eyes. She reached out and picked up Q-Taro beside her, gently poking his large lips with her slender fingers. Lost in thought for a while, she finally sighed, placed Q-Taro back beside her pillow, and turned to look at the sleeping Yohei's back.
As she looked, her mind drifted back to her passionate encounter with Yohei—such a lewd act! Even now, recalling it made her blush, but the pleasure she felt then was unforgettable. That liberating, lewd passion was so beautiful, so intoxicating. If it hadn't been Yohei last night, but him…
Ah! What am I thinking? How could this be… Ziwei couldn't help but laugh at her own foolishness.
But she couldn't shake the image from her mind. The naked Yohei before her, somehow, had become his phantom, causing Ziwei to lean closer to him, pressing her beautiful body tightly against him, and slowly reaching out her small hands to embrace the naked man from behind.
Holding him so intimately feels so good. If I were to seduce him with my perfect naked body, I wonder if he would do what Yangping did and fuck me hard with his treasure? I'm so looking forward to it, looking forward to your energetic, thick and strong treasure entering me, you know! At that time, I will definitely offer myself to you even more lasciviously, actively using my hands to open my labia and welcome your lovely treasure. It's true, I really want you so much...
As Ziwei fantasized about that lewd scene, her body unconsciously began to slowly rub against Yangping's back. Her pair of round and beautiful breasts stimulated his back, and at the same time, they stimulated her own, arousing the primal lust within her.
Ah... I can't take it anymore! Ziwei cried out in her heart, her jade hands reaching over Yangping's front, unable to resist slowly moving down, finally grasping him tightly in her hands. The morning's male arousal had already made his treasure hard.
Ziwei, unfamiliar with men's physiological states, was quite surprised to see him hard and erect, wondering if Yangping was having a sensual dream.
She gently teased him until Yangping sensed something amiss and woke up with a start: "Ziwei, you're so playful, daring to take it without asking."
Ziwei was startled by his sudden words and was about to withdraw her hand when Yangping stopped her: "Why didn't you answer my question?"
"Since you don't like it, I won't take it again," Ziwei pouted.
"Are you angry? Fine, I was wrong. Actually, I'm happy that you're so proactive!" He said, turning over and pulling Ziwei close, letting her lie on his chest, enjoying her delicate and alluring body.
"I don't understand what you mean?" Ziwei played with his penis while gazing at him with her beautiful face, her eyes filled with tender affection.
"While I wouldn't say all men in the world, I believe a large majority share my thoughts: that they want their women to be more beautiful than others, and to always present their most elegant self to others."
"What do you mean by 'elegant'?" "
A dignified and refined appearance, and a gentle and compliant personality."
"So, that's all you men like. It seems there are quite a few women like that. Are there any others?"
"Of course there are. Besides the above, the most important thing is that when making love with your husband, you must act like a harlot, actively arousing his desire and indulging in the pleasure of sex to the fullest. As the saying goes, 'A virtuous woman in public, a harlot at home.' Only such a woman can be considered presentable in public and presentable in bed."
Ziwei listened attentively until Yangping finished speaking, then smiled and asked, "So, am I qualified?"
Yangping hugged her tighter and smiled, "Outside the home, in terms of elegance and beauty, I haven't found anyone who can surpass you. But when it comes to bed, you're still far from qualified."
"Really!" Ziwei was a little unconvinced, "Wasn't my performance last night good enough?"
Yangping smiled, "There has been some improvement, but it's not perfect. These things take time. You have to accumulate experience step by step, and you can't rush it."
"And now? Aren't I being very proactive?" Her small, spring-like hand was tightly gripping his manhood, passionately stroking it, while her full breasts rubbed wantonly against his chest. She was using every trick in the book to provoke him.
Unexpectedly, Yangping said, "What's that? It's probably not even fifty points."
Ziwei was furious and slapped his manhood hard, making Yangping jump up in pain: "Are you trying to kill your husband...?"
"Who told you to say that? I just don't believe I'm not even fifty points! You're lying!"
"Since you don't believe me, I'll teach you now, so you'll know what a perfect score is. Prepare to die!" As soon as Yangping finished speaking, he pushed Ziwei down, reaching between her legs. Her tender vulva was already wet.
"So you were already prepared for me. For that, I'll add ten points to your score." He then spread her legs apart, grasped his penis, and thrust it in.
"Ah... Yangping, you..." Before she could even utter a sound, Yangping had already straightened up, kneeling between her legs and thrusting violently, making Ziwei moan and groan, her juices flying everywhere.
Later, Ziwei once again lost herself in the moment, her moans and cries of lust filling the air.
This round lasted almost an hour before the two washed up and hurriedly went to work.
Chapter Three: Going to Work
Author: Qianlong
Since that night of passion with Yangping, Ziwei had been hiding at home after work every day. Yangping had asked her out several times in the past few days, but she always made excuses to refuse. Ziwei just wanted to stay home alone so she could think things through.
That night had indeed changed her. Ziwei had never known that such a terrifyingly powerful lustful cell lurked within her body—something she had never been aware of! Otherwise, these past few days, she'd been constantly thinking about that person, even fantasizing about making love with him every day. The scenarios she imagined were so obscene and vulgar that she needed to masturbate for him every night before she could sleep peacefully.
How could this be? Was she really such a slutty girl? Or were all girls like her, just not outwardly apparent?
Yin Yin! Was Yin Yin like her too?
But this kind of thing couldn't be judged by the label of "slut" Yin Yin. Ziwei knew her best; she knew Yin Yin had lost her virginity at fifteen, and in the past few years, she'd been with at least twenty or thirty men. Yin Yin had even admitted to Ziwei that she'd had relations with more than half of them.
When Ziwei heard this, she was truly shocked. Yin Yin was more than four months younger than her, only turning nineteen last month. For someone still a virgin at that age to have such extensive sexual experience was truly unbelievable.
Ziwei had once asked her what she thought about that kind of thing, and Yinyin frankly replied that it was no different from being addicted to drugs. Once you've tasted the sweetness, there's no end to it; the pleasure is indescribably wonderful. At the time, Ziwei didn't think much of it, but after being with Yangping, she began to understand the truth in her words.
Ziwei looked at the bedside table, where the charming Q-Taro was still prominently displayed.
These past few days, every time Ziwei saw Q-Taro, she felt happy. She didn't want to hide it away and deliberately placed it in a conspicuous place, afraid that if she didn't see it, she would gradually forget about him.
Every night before going to sleep, she would hold it in her hands and gently stroke it. When she felt a surge of desire, she would fantasize about making love with him, and naturally masturbate, so that she could have a beautiful dream and see this dashing and handsome young man again in her dream.
"Ziwei, may I come in?" Her cousin Yinyin's voice rang out from outside the door.
Ziwei quickly tucked Q-Taro into bed, jumped up, and ran to open the door. Yinyin was holding a tray with a bowl of white liquid.
"Auntie made some sweet soup. Eat it before you sleep," she said, stepping inside and placing the soup on the small cabinet.
The two cousins had lived together since childhood. Yinyin's original name was Luo Zhiyin, taken her mother's surname. Her father was a scoundrel who abandoned his wife and daughter shortly after her birth and disappeared without a trace. Her mother was Ziwei's mother's younger sister, who passed away from illness when Yinyin was three. She was then adopted by Ziwei's mother.
These two childhood playmates had always had a very close relationship. When they got together, they would often talk about their innermost thoughts, especially Yinyin's sexual history. She always loved to boast about it to Ziwei, often teasing her for being too conservative and refined, not knowing how to enjoy life, and predicting she would become a virgin sooner or later.
"Huh! Where's Q-Taro? Where did it go?" Yin Yin's gaze was indeed sharp.
"What Q-Taro? You're always talking nonsense."
"You don't need to hide it from me. You've kept it here for the past few days. Where did you put it?" As she spoke, she plopped down on the bed.
"I accidentally soiled it. It wasn't anything expensive, so I didn't want it anymore."
"Really? You really forgot about it?" Yin Yin tilted her head and thought for a while, muttering, "Could it be that I'm thinking the wrong thing... Huh...?"
Yin Yin sat on the edge of the bed, her body leaning back unconsciously. Her hands happened to be pressing on something soft under the covers, and she couldn't help but wonder, "What is this?" Just as she was about to reach under the covers, Zi Wei became anxious and quickly grabbed her hands to stop her. This action made Yin Yin even more suspicious. Looking at Zi Wei's flushed face, she immediately understood.
"So it was here." Ignoring Ziwei's attempts to stop her, the two pounced on the bed, pulling and tugging at each other until Yinyin finally snatched it from her hands. She looked at it and laughed, "Q-Taro is supposed to be so clean and white, where's the filth?"
"Give it back to me..." Ziwei reached for it, but Yinyin quickly hid it behind her back.
"I can give it back to you, but you have to answer one question honestly," Yinyin said playfully.
"You must not have anything good in it, I won't answer you, give it back to me now."
"Fine! If you don't answer, I'll throw it away right now." Yinyin pretended to leave the room.
Ziwei panicked: "You dare..."
"Why wouldn't I dare?" Yinyin suddenly changed her tune: "No, I'll hide it until you answer my question."
"Alright, alright... ask away!" Ziwei was almost in tears.
"Do you sleep with Q-Taro every night?" Yinyin asked with a smile.
This question truly stumped Ziwei, leaving her speechless and unable to utter a word. If she said no, Yinyin naturally wouldn't believe her. If she said yes, Yinyin would definitely press her relentlessly.
Seeing this, Yinyin immediately said, "If you don't answer, I won't give it back to you."
Ziwei knew that if she didn't tell her, Yinyin might pester her all night long, and who knew how long it would go on? Most importantly, if she kept it, she wouldn't be able to see Q-Taro tonight.
Thinking this through, Ziwei decided to be blunt and retorted, "You just want to know how I feel about him, so I'll tell you now, okay! ...Is that alright?" "
You're certainly being frank, but this is too cruel to you. You don't even know who he is, where he lives, or where he works. Besides, Tokyo is so big; you might not run into him again for ten or eight years.
In this vast sea of people, where are you going to find him?" Ziwei had thought about this countless times. She knew she would never see him again, but she just couldn't forget him. She could only wait for time to slowly fade his feelings—she understood that!
But she never expected that falling in love at first sight wouldn't be such a good thing, bringing her this endless trouble!
"Forget it! I think you shouldn't think about him anymore. You don't know anything about his character, and besides, you might not even see him again. Don't forget, Kabukicho is a touristy place. Since he can speak Mandarin, he might very well be a tourist. I think you should just give up on him and focus on reality. Besides, isn't Kurihara Yohei at the company very good to you? He's handsome and a capable assistant to Manager Kuwata. His future is limitless."
"This..." Ziwei lowered her head.
"Why don't you give him a chance and date him to see how things develop?" After saying that, she handed Q-Taro back to Ziwei.
As Yinyin turned to leave the room, Ziwei suddenly called her back.
Yinyin turned around and saw Ziwei with a strange expression, a flushed face, and downcast eyes. She couldn't help but smile and ask, "What's wrong? Is there something on your mind that you want to tell me so I can help you? Why don't you tell me? I think I can help in some way."
"Yinyin, I..." Ziwei hesitated, unsure how to tell her. She had thought that only Yinyin could help her with the things that had been troubling her for days, but telling her about her relationship with Yangping made her hesitate.
"Tell me quickly, or I won't talk to you anymore," Yinyin said, sitting back on the bed.
"Yinyin, actually..." Ziwei finally mustered her courage and told Yinyin about Yangping and her in one breath. Yinyin, listening from the side, couldn't help but have a series of changing expressions, smiling broadly.
"Don't laugh at me. I've already told you everything. Actually, in your opinion, am I very promiscuous?"
"Oh! A few days ago you said you were going to Sendai to see a friend and that you might have to stay there overnight. Turns out, you were lying to your aunt. I told her that you actually went out to have fun and spent the whole night making love with men."
Ziwei hugged her tightly and said softly, "Yinyin wouldn't do that, would she? My dear Yinyin."
"I would, because you kept it from me for so long."
"I'm sorry, it's my fault. Please forgive me just this once!" Ziwei knew Yinyin's character well. Although she said that, she would never tell anyone. "Yinyin, answer me quickly, am I very promiscuous? I'm really afraid that I will become like that."
"You can rest assured about that, and you don't need to be afraid. Speaking for myself, the level of passion I have with men is something you probably can't even imagine. But in front of others, besides you, who else can tell? When it comes to sex, based on my experience over the past few years, I can say I'm practically an expert. You've really come to the right person this time."
"Go ahead and tell me,"
Yin Yin said, gently patting Zi Wei's delicate white hand. "Actually, whether man or woman, old or ugly, who doesn't have desires? It's just that, as Yang Ping said, we don't show them in front of others, especially us women. But I believe that most women have a stronger hidden desire than men, but they suppress it all day long, unwilling to let others know their lewd side, lest they be called harlots behind their backs. Because of this long-term suppression, when the opportunity to release it arises, it immediately becomes uncontrollable, and even men can't resist it. Do you understand this?"
Zi Wei nodded, then shook her head. "Half clear, half unclear. I've always thought that men are more lustful than women, so aren't these brightly lit, erotic places mostly set up for men?"
"Because men lack the restraint of women, their lustfulness becomes a matter of course, but when women are lustful, they are called 'adulteresses.' The difference in severity between the words 'lust' and 'adultery' is naturally different. Therefore, there are only 'lustful men' in the world, but no one is called 'adulterous men,' because the word 'adultery' seems to be specifically designed for us women. Ziwei, have you noticed that before the internet was invented, most erotic novelists were men because they weren't afraid of being pointed at and gossiped about? Women were different, so there were very few female erotic writers. But now it's different. Because of the development of the internet, the number of women publishing erotic articles online is increasing day by day. The erotic content is more explicit and passionate than that of male authors. They boldly write about their inner feelings, such as liking gang rape, group sex, and incest. Recently, articles about these have become popular online. If these weren't for women's desires, how could they write such obscene articles?" Ziwei
listened intently, but before she could finish speaking, Yinyin leaned closer and asked with a smile, "Ziwei, is Yangping's penis big?"
This question immediately stunned Ziwei. "I don't know if it's big or not, maybe this thick and this long." Ziwei gestured with her fingers.
"It's not small either. It must have felt incredibly good when he inserted it into you, am I right?"
"The first and second time, it really hurt me, but it got much better afterward."
"Did Yangping ask you to suck his semen?" Yinyin asked with great interest.
Ziwei exclaimed in surprise, "No... how can I do that? His... it's so filthy, how can I put it in my mouth? If he makes me do that, I'll never speak to him again!"
"Honestly, no wonder Yangping said you're not even a 50 out of 100, you don't even dare to suck a dick, what fun is there in that? Ziwei, do you know? My killer move with men is all about this mouth. Men love women sucking, and they love ejaculating in a woman's mouth even more. As long as you can suck him in your mouth and see the blissful expression on his face, that sense of pride is truly wonderful. Especially when you suck him out, he'll love you to death. Next time, why don't you take the initiative and try it with him? I guarantee you'll never forget it."
"I would never try it, just thinking about it makes me nauseous."
"What if it were that handsome Q-Taro? Would you try it?"
Ziwei said dejectedly, "I... I don't know... but how could that be possible? We don't even know each other."
"Life is unpredictable. Perhaps you'll have another chance to meet him. Alright, I should go back to sleep now. Sweet dreams tonight, bye!" With that, she stood up and left the room.
Ziwei remained sitting on the bed, lost in thought, pondering Yinyin's words. Were women truly such wanton creatures? Surely not all of them were!
After several days of rest, Wenlun and Zhixian officially started working at Higashimaru today.
The two had barely boarded the shared train to Nippori Station when Zhixian immediately complained, "I said I wanted to take a taxi, but you insisted. Now look how crowded it is!"
"Young Master, one should be flexible and adaptable. Besides, taxis in Japan are incredibly expensive. Taking a taxi to work every day would be worse than death."
"I'll pay the fare, okay?"
"Absolutely not! If I accept your favor, I'll never have a good life again."
Zhi Xian glared at him: "What do you mean? Do you think I'm that kind of person?"
"Sigh! I'm a man of principle. If I don't have the ability, I will never force myself to do it."
Zhi Xian had nothing more to say, but thinking about becoming another human can of the Yamanote Line, he couldn't help but frown.
The Higashimaru Corporate Building, located in the Ginza commercial district, is a more than twenty-story commercial building. It was during working hours, and Higashimaru employees were seen filing into the building.
The large entrance lobby had walls and floors paved entirely with white marble. At the far end of the glass entrance was the information counter.
A female employee in a dark blue uniform with a blue and white striped scarf tied at the collar, carrying a briefcase, approached the interrogation area and said to the two female employees inside, "Mingmei, these are the employee IDs and computer cards of the two trainee department heads in the business department. Please give them to them."
Mingmei took them and smiled, "I heard these two are very young, is that true?"
"How should I know?" the female employee replied with a smile, "You'll know when you see them, what's the rush now?"
The short-haired female employee sitting next to Mingmei then laughed, "Mingmei must be thinking of taking advantage of them again."
"I wouldn't," Mingmei said coquettishly. "Why don't you talk about yourself? You kept asking me why the two of them hadn't come to work yet. It seems you're the one who's thinking about them."
The short-haired female employee tossed her hair and said generously, "If they're handsome and dashing, so what?"
The female employee outside said, "It seems you two are both thinking dirty thoughts. Well, this time it's perfect, they just happen to be a couple, you can each have one, isn't that perfect! I'm not saying anything more, I have a ton of work waiting for me."
After the female employee left, the two inside the counter returned to their work.
At this moment, Wenlun and Zhixian stepped into the lobby. According to Jinben, they needed to go to the information desk to get their employee ID cards first.
As the two approached the counter, Wenlun's eyes suddenly lit up, and a sly smile appeared on his lips.
However, Zhi Xian was completely oblivious to his unusual reaction. When he reached the counter, he noticed a pretty, short-haired female employee staring at them with wide eyes and a round mouth. Her peculiar expression surprised him.
Wen Lun then greeted her in Japanese with a smile, "Good morning, miss. We're the Kabukicho gang, known as the Tokyo Duo. We're here to pick up something. Hand it over quickly, or you'll be in trouble."
Zhi Xian and the female employee sitting beside him were stunned, staring blankly at Wen Lun, speechless for a long time.
"You are...you are!" the short-haired employee stammered, "You're from the sales department..."
Wen Lun stopped teasing her and nodded with a smile, "I never expected to become your colleague. I heard you had something to give me, is that right?"
It turned out that this short-haired employee was Luo Zhiyin. She never imagined that the new intern president was the person her cousin had been dreaming about all day.
Yin Yin quickly opened her briefcase, took out two employee ID cards and two computer cards, and after confirming the photos were correct, said, "Minister Shen, Minister Li, President Jinben has already given instructions. He's waiting for you both in his office. Please put on your employee ID cards first. I'll take you to see him now. Please follow me."
Yin Yin led the way, with the two following behind. They passed a row of elevators and stopped at the last one. Wen Lun asked her in Mandarin, "Why don't you use the outside elevator?"
Yin Yin began to show her usual playful side: "It's a big organization, after all. Senior employees naturally need their own elevators."
Zhi Xian, who had been wondering about this, couldn't help but ask, "Do you know each other?"
Yin Yin smiled and said, "You could say that, but before today, I didn't even know his last name."
At this moment, the elevator doors opened, and the three of them went inside. Yin Yin pressed the button for the 18th floor, and Wen Lun asked, "How are Q-Taro and Iron Man?"
"As for the Iron Man, I'll have to go home and look for it before I can answer you. But speaking of Q-Taro, I know someone is treating him like a Buddha at home, practically burning incense for him."
Wenlun was naturally pleased to hear this and smiled, "How about we all go out for a meal sometime?"
"Judging from your happy look, you really want to invite Ziwei out, don't you?" Yinyin glanced at her sideways.
"No, everyone should come. We're compatriots, after all. It's rare to meet in a foreign land, so we must celebrate properly."
"Why don't you go ask her yourself? If she agrees, I have no problem with it."
Wenlun couldn't help but frown, "Ask her...where do I even ask her?"
"If you're destined to meet, you'll meet again. Oh! We're here." The elevator doors opened, and Yinyin led the two out, only to find a large glass door blocking their way.
Yinyin took out her computer card and pressed it onto the card reader next to the door. With a "click," the glass door opened. Yinyin continued, "Floors 18 to 23 are the offices of senior staff at the president level and above. Entry and exit require verification using a computer card."
The three arrived at the third room. Yinyin knocked on the door first, then pushed it open and entered. "President Jinben, Department Head Shen and Department Head Li are here."
Jinben stood up from his desk, beaming, "Please have a seat, both of you."
After the two entered the room, Yinyin left, closing the door behind her, and hurriedly ran towards the elevator.
Business Section 1 was located on the sixth floor of the Higashimaru Building. Yinyin rushed out of the elevator. There were no glass doors separating them, and no card was needed. Turning right, there were the staff offices, rows of desks, with at least a hundred employees.
Yinyin weaved through the crowd until she reached a row of desks near a row of rooms. The desks were empty, so she quickly asked a clerk, "Do you know where Ziwei went?"
"She seems to be in Minister Sangtian's office," Yinyin replied.
She walked to Minister Sangtian's room and looked through the glass window, indeed seeing Ziwei's back as she stood there.
She waited for about ten minutes until Ziwei finally emerged. Yinyin rushed forward and grabbed her arm, saying, "He...he...that Q-Taro is here!"
Ziwei, confused, stared at her with wide eyes, "What are you talking about? I don't understand at all."
Yinyin took a deep breath and said again, "I meant the person who brought you Q-Taro, he came to Higashimaru."
Ziwei's eyes widened even more: "What's he doing here?" She couldn't quite believe it.
"He's here to work. So this is the newly appointed intern manager. I just took them to President Tsunmoto's office and came to inform you right away."
Ziwei didn't hear what she said after that. Her heart began to pound rapidly, and she murmured, "Intern manager, what a coincidence."
"It is a coincidence. I didn't expect him to become your boss soon. I won't say any more. You'll see him in a bit. I'm leaving now." Yinyin waved and turned to leave.
Ziwei stood there for a long time before returning to her desk, her eyes constantly fixed on the entrance, her heart filled with mixed feelings of surprise and joy, her mind a complete mess.
Half an hour later, Ziwei finally saw two dashing young men, handsome and spirited, enter alongside President Jinben. One of them was none other than the young man she had been dreaming of. Her cheeks flushed instantly, and her heart pounded even harder.
The staff in the hall all focused their attention on the two men as the new department head entered, especially the young female staff, who cast admiring glances at them. These two were incredibly handsome!
When Wenlun passed Ziwei's desk, he didn't notice her. He continued talking to Jinben as he walked forward, and the three of them eventually entered Department Head Sangtian's office.
Ziwei stared blankly as he brushed past her, not daring to look back. Her heart was pounding, her mind blank, and it took her a long time to calm herself.
Wenlun was assigned to Business Section 1, while Zhixian was in Business Section 2 on the fifth floor. Their superior, besides Jinben, was Department Head Sangtian, the head of both Sections 1 and 2. Both
Wenlun and Zhixian had their own offices. Wen Lun had just sat down in his office chair when there was a knock at the door. A female employee, around twenty years old, wearing a dark blue uniform, entered, holding a cup of green tea. She politely said, "Minister Shen, I'm Narasaki Aimi. Please take care of me from now on." She then placed the tea on the table.
Wen Lun was momentarily taken aback by her attentiveness and quickly stood up to return the greeting, "Thank you!"
The female employee, seeing this, couldn't help but cover her mouth and chuckle, quickly saying, "It's my duty, please don't mind, Minister."
"Oh!" Wen Lun nodded, giving her a slightly uneasy smile.
After the female employee left, he recalled what Tsumoto had said earlier.
Working in Japan is different from other countries in many ways. Employees must have a rational understanding of office etiquette.
In Japanese companies, no one can claim credit for everything; credit is the glory of the entire department, and mistakes are the responsibility of everyone. The Japanese are very polite. Upon entering the office in the morning, one must greet colleagues loudly. Female employees are responsible for serving tea or coffee and also for cleaning the office.
Employees making mistakes is a serious issue; it's a disservice to the company that hired them. One mistake is acceptable, but a second is not—the consequences are obvious.
Dongwan is an international food and beverage group, belonging to the service industry. Employees must always remember the motto "Customer First." Always wear a smile, patiently serve customers—this is the primary attitude. Treat people sincerely, and never speak to customers casually or perfunctorily.
Wenlun thought to himself, no wonder the female employee covered her mouth and laughed earlier. This is indeed a patriarchal country that favors men over women. In movies, aren't you often seeing Japanese men speaking harshly to women?
Just then, the door opened again, and a young man in his early twenties entered. He greeted Wenlun with a smile and introduced himself, "My name is Kurihara Yohei, and I'm the head of the Business Section 1. Nice to meet you."
"Hello, I'm Shen Wenlun. This is my first time working in Japan, and there are still many things I'm not used to. I'm sure I'll need your guidance in the future."
Yohei was known for his obsequiousness towards his superiors, and that was his purpose in coming in. However, Wenlun's attitude surprised him. He had never seen such a mild-mannered boss before, lacking any masculinity. He didn't quite respect Wenlun, but since Wenlun was his superior, a little persuasion was necessary.
Yangping smiled and said, "Minister Shen is indeed very polite. I'm here today on behalf of a large group of colleagues."
Wenlun frowned slightly: "What is it?"
"Well, today is the auspicious day for the two ministers' new appointments, and we're planning to have a welcome dinner for them. Secondly, it's a chance for everyone to get to know each other better, so we can help each other out at work in the future."
"This..."
"Minister, please don't refuse. This is just a small token of our appreciation. Let's leave it at that!"
Wenlun smiled and said, "In that case, I wouldn't dare refuse your kind offer."
"Yes, and also Minister Li. Please tell him to make sure he attends."
"Okay, I'll take care of it."
Yangping left not long before taking out his cell phone from his pocket and informing Zhixian about Yangping's invitation.
Chapter Four: Matchmaker
Author: Qianlong
Although the first day's work hadn't yet entered a normal phase, Wenlun hadn't left his office, because he had a lot of documents to review, especially Dongwan's business strategy, which he couldn't afford to be careless about.
As it approached the end of the workday, Yohei came in to inform him that everyone assumed he was Chinese and therefore planned to eat Chinese food. They had already reserved a table at the "Sichuan Restaurant" for 7 PM and wrote down the restaurant's address.
At 7 PM, Wenlun and his companion arrived in Chiyoda Ward by taxi. The "Sichuan Restaurant" was located on the sixth floor of the National Hotel and Hotel. As soon as they stepped inside, a receptionist greeted them and led them to a lounge where more than ten people were already seated.
Upon seeing them, Yohei immediately announced in a loud voice, "The two ministers have finally arrived! These two seats were specially reserved for you. Please sit down, please sit down..."
As soon as Wenlun sat down, among the dozen or so pairs of eyes staring at him, he suddenly saw a pair of eyes he could never forget—it was Ziwei… How could she be here too? He froze, unable to believe his eyes.
When Yohei introduced the people to the two of them one by one, Wenlun didn't hear a thing. But when he introduced Ziwei, he said, "This is Li Ziwei. She's also Chinese, but she's the flower of our Dongmaru."
Ziwei scolded, "Don't say that!"
One of them, named Yuji, laughed, "She's also the girlfriend of our Section Chief Kurihara."
Upon hearing this, Wenlun's heart skipped a beat. He stared blankly at the two of them, a bitter smile on his lips.
Ziwei glared at Yuji, as if scolding him for being talkative, then lowered her head. Yohei, on the other hand, scratched his head happily, revealing a row of white teeth, his face showing a mixture of pride and foolishness.
Wenlun suddenly remembered Yinyin's words at the arcade. He recalled her mentioning the name Yangping. So this was him! What surprised him even more was that Yinyin and Ziwei were both employees of Dongmaru.
He thought, since she hadn't denied being his girlfriend on the spot, and Yangping seemed so smug, coupled with Xiongci's words, it seemed to be an open secret. Forget it, she already has a boyfriend. Why should he overthink things? He might as well be open and let everyone have some fun.
Wenlun laughed, "Yangping, you certainly have good taste! Congratulations on getting such a beautiful girlfriend, it's truly enviable."
Yangping happily replied, "No, we've only just started, there's really nothing to talk about."
Ziwei was usually very introverted and easily embarrassed, unlike the outgoing and talkative Yinyin, and she didn't know how to argue. Hearing Yangping's words, saying there was nothing to talk about, she couldn't help but feel a little annoyed! Ziwei thought to herself, "Does this mean I'm not doing anything wrong by drinking for you?" Although she was extremely dissatisfied, she only glared at him.
After a while, the waiter began to serve the dishes, which seemed to be all spicy Sichuan dishes, but the most outstanding was the camphor tea-smoked duck.
Japanese people naturally can't eat without alcohol, especially in this occasion.
Everyone poured and poured for each other, small bottles after small bottles, and before they knew it, they had drunk quite a few.
Wenlun and Zhixian also often ate Japanese food, but they didn't particularly like Japanese sake, not as much as beer or brandy. They just thought sake was sweet, and they couldn't tell the difference between super-premium, premium, first-grade, and second-grade sake.
It's known that an eight-liter bottle of premium sake sells for an average of three thousand yen, but to these two laymen, it's all the same. Besides, although Wenlun deliberately tried to be cheerful, a hidden jealousy lingered in his heart. In a bad mood, with a cup in hand, he naturally drank much more than others. He downed the cup in just a few gulps, like a whale sucking up water. Even Zhixian, standing nearby, couldn't help but frown at his behavior.
With more alcohol comes more talk. A half-drunk employee named Hiroyama Nozomi said, "Both of you ministers are Chinese. Do you know Zhang Daqian?"
Zhixian replied, "Of course I know him. He's a great master of calligraphy and painting in our country, very famous."
Hiroyama Nozomi said, "I heard that when Zhang Daqian lived in Tokyo, he only ate at this restaurant."
"Isn't this 'Sichuan Restaurant' very popular with Chinese people in Tokyo?"
"Of course,"
Zhixian said with a smile, "just like how you love Chinese landscape paintings and we Japanese love ukiyo-e prints. People always have a bit of patriotism." He continued, "It's like how the Japanese love cherry blossoms and the Chinese love peonies; each has its own charm and beauty."
Guangshan Wang said, "Speaking of cherry blossoms and peonies, let me tell you something that few Chinese people know, but it's quite interesting."
Zhixian, intrigued, quickly asked, "What is it?"
Guangshan Wang smiled and said, "The Japanese eating beef is a relatively recent phenomenon, only about a hundred years old. But before 710 AD, people were already eating beef, though at that time, cattle were only raised for the gentry; ordinary people couldn't enjoy it. However, during these periods of meat prohibition, the rural people, far from the emperor's reach, didn't care much and ate meat in large quantities. Especially during the Edo period, meat became commonplace, but..." They dared not speak. Later, because they could only steal food at home and couldn't do business, and the government would arrest them if they opened a shop, what could they do? At that time, they had to use other images for advertising. For example, a sign with cherry blossoms meant they were selling horse meat; a sign with red leaves meant they were selling venison. The most ingenious was selling pork. Merchants called pork "peony," and later simply called it "whale meat from the mountains." These names have been passed down to this day. Horse meat is still called cherry blossom, and pork is also called peony. As long as you want to eat horse meat or pork, you only need to say these two names, and they will know what you want to eat."
Zhi Xian said with a smile, "I really didn't know that if you hadn't told me, I would have to try it sometime."
They chatted and laughed, and the meal lasted for nearly three hours. Finally, the meal ended, and Wen Lun even got drunk from drinking sake, and Zhi Xian had to help him into a taxi.
After dinner, Yangping inevitably made advances towards Ziwei again, suggesting they go to his place in Shibuya. For some reason, Ziwei readily agreed tonight. Overjoyed at this ease, Yangping quickly hailed a taxi and sped towards Shibuya. The moment they
stepped inside, Ziwei had barely removed her shoes and placed them in the entryway when Yangping impatiently grabbed her from behind, his large hands simultaneously reaching forward to grasp and fondle her breasts.
"Yangping, no…you'll wrinkle my clothes, don't be so hasty…ah…let go…"
"I really can't wait any longer, come on…" Yangping pulled Ziwei into the living room and began removing her clothes.
Ziwei had no choice but to let him strip her naked. Soon, both of them were completely naked. Yangping's penis was already erect, its large, round head glistening with moisture.
Seeing Da Bang'er's excited appearance, Ziwei was also captivated: "Yangping, shall we go to the room?"
"Why don't we try something new today, doing it in the living room?" Yangping pulled her closer and hugged her: "Ah... it feels so good to hold you, your skin is so white and tender, so smooth!" As he spoke, Yangping's right hand reached towards her chest, and Ziwei slightly turned her body to the side so that his large hand could embrace her.
"Ziwei's breasts are so smooth and firm, do you like me playing with you like this?"
"Mmm! I...like...I like it..." Ziwei didn't back down, reaching out her small hand and grabbing his penis, gently stroking it: "Yours is so hard and hot, it's so fun..."
"Since you like it, then play with it as much as you want...Oh! It feels so good, like this...smoother it...Ziwei, your skills are getting better and better..."
The two stood there embracing, one caressing her breasts, the other stroking his penis, playing for more than ten minutes before Yangping laid Ziwei down on the sofa, making her spread her legs wide, revealing her bright red and tender vulva.
For some reason, Ziwei seemed particularly passionate tonight. Not only did she let Yangping do whatever he wanted, she also took the initiative to make lewd requests: "Play with me tonight, fuck me now, play with me..."
At this moment, Yangping was already kneeling in front of her, facing her already wet vulva. He used two fingers to gently part Ziwei's labia, revealing the bright red vaginal walls. Then, he leaned in and buried his face in hers, his tongue teasing her protruding clitoris.
"Ah! You...how could you...ah! Don't go in...I...I can't take it...I'm going to die..." Yangping's tongue suddenly plunged inside, swirling and probing incessantly.
Ziwei was so overwhelmed with pleasure that she pressed Yangping's head down tightly: "How can it feel so good...it's so beautiful, don't stop, lick me, I love your tongue...ah...don't bite...ah! I'll die...I can't lick anymore, come and fuck me...please fuck me with your penis..."
Yangping raised his head with satisfaction: "You want it so quickly?"
Ziwei nodded vigorously, "Yes...I want it so much..." She bent down and reached out to grab his penis, eagerly pulling it towards herself, "Use your penis to penetrate me, I really want you so much..."
"Why are you in such a hurry tonight?"
"Come on...I want you so much..." Ziwei lasciviously parted her labia with her fingers, "Put it in me, hurry up and fuck Ziwei..."
Seeing Ziwei's lascivious appearance, how could Yangping restrain himself? He quickly leaned over her, his hands pressing against the back of the sofa, his penis just touching Ziwei's vulva. Ziwei quickly grabbed his penis, spread her legs wide, gripped his penis tightly, rubbed the head against her lips for a while, and then inserted the head into her vagina, "Ah...it's in..."
Yangping thrust forward, and with a "squeak," it was fully inserted, penetrating Ziwei's deepest palace.
"Mmm...so good, so deep...it feels so good." She felt that fiery red, burning treasure begin to rub and grind in and out, making Ziwei moan repeatedly, her dark eyes blurry.
Ah! It's all the way in...Wenlun...I've finally given it to you...Wenlun, thrust into me harder...that's it, I love you, Wenlun...do you know I love you...ah...so good, so incredibly good...Ziwei wants Wenlun to fuck her, wants Wenlun to play with her to his heart's content...Ziwei is so happy...Wenlun, do you know...! At this moment, Ziwei's mind was filled with Wenlun's image, as if Yangping was just a substitute for Wenlun.
"Mmm...I'm going to come quickly, don't stop..." Ziwei's hips kept swaying forward to meet him, while Yangping thrust hard again and again.
"Oh no, I'm really going to come...it's over..." Suddenly, a spasm, and Ziwei finally ejaculated profusely, her semen gushing out. Seeing her climaxing repeatedly, Yang Ping pulled out abruptly, then jumped onto the sofa, holding his gushing penis against Ziwei's mouth: "Ziwei... open your mouth."
Ziwei, still dazed from the afterglow, vaguely heard Yang Ping's words. Not wanting to open her eyes, she slightly opened her mouth as he instructed, only to have a huge object thrust into her mouth. Startled
, Ziwei opened her eyes wide, realizing what was happening. She was both angry and annoyed, but Yang Ping's penis had already filled her mouth, and her head was firmly held down, preventing her from vomiting.
"Ugh... ugh..." Ziwei's cries of resistance were all swallowed by his penis, rendering her unable to utter a single word.
Yang Ping continued to thrust, each stroke reaching deep into Ziwei's throat. This time, she was truly enraged, forcefully pushing Yang Ping away, finally managing to shove him off after much effort. Ziwei coughed several times, pressing her throat, before finally managing to yell, "Yangping, how could you do this to me... I'm going back..."
Yangping realized he had lost his temper and apologized repeatedly, but Ziwei was furious and wouldn't listen to him. She hurriedly put on her clothes, ignoring Yangping's pleas, and left without a word.
Knowing he was in the wrong and seeing her anger, Yangping dared not pester her any further. He could only let her go home first, planning to deal with her later after her anger subsided.
The next day, the weather was exceptionally cold. It had snowed the night before, and the snow was melting in the morning, making the temperature even more frigid. Although Wenlun and Zhixian wore overcoats over their suits and gloves, their feet were still numb with cold.
When Wenlun entered the office, he greeted everyone loudly, just like the other employees, but his eyes darted around, hoping to spot Ziwei. Finally, not far from Minister Sangtian's office, he found her. Wenlun nodded and smiled at her, "Good morning!"
Ziwei looked at him with her bright, clear eyes, as if she had something to say, but in the end, she only replied with a "Good morning."
Since yesterday's welcome party, Ziwei's mood had been low after the incident with Yangping. On her way home, a troubled feeling lingered.
As soon as she stepped inside, Yinyin immediately came over and grabbed her, asking, "How was it? Did he talk to you?"
Ziwei knew she was referring to Wenlun, so she shook her head, gave her a bitter smile, and went straight to her room. But Yinyin wouldn't let her go and followed her in.
"Didn't he want to ask you to go out for dinner? Why didn't he say anything?" Yinyin kept pressing her.
Ziwei had no choice but to tell Yinyin what had happened. After listening, Yinyin shook her head and said, "It's no wonder he did that. If it were me, thinking you already had a boyfriend, I wouldn't dare to talk to you in front of everyone."
"Forget it, I don't want to think about this anymore. You can go out now, I need to rest."
"Ziwei, tell me honestly, do you like Yangping?"
"I don't know. I've already given myself to him, so there's no point in saying anything. But tonight, Yangping..."
"What did Yangping do?"
Ziwei looked around and realized that this wasn't the place to talk. It would be bad if her mother came out and heard. So she pulled Yinyin back to her room and told her everything that had happened.
Yinyin, upon hearing this, was also angry for Ziwei: "I didn't expect him to do this without your consent. Is it rape? That's really going too far!"
"No, if he had spoken to me nicely, maybe I would have agreed to have sex with him. But to force myself on him like this, what does he take me for? He has no respect for me at all."
"It seems you don't really like him that much, right?"
"Well, at first he treated me really well, and I thought he was alright, so I went with him. It felt a bit like I was getting what I wanted. To say I really liked him is hard to say, but since we had sex six months ago, I've been determined to stay faithful, but..."
"So what if you had a relationship with him? These days, what girl doesn't go through several relationships before getting married? If every girl had to be a virgin, men wouldn't need wives. In my opinion, you should marry whoever is better. That's the truth. Since you don't really like Yangping, continuing won't lead to anything good. Why not just dump him after this? Besides, with your looks and qualities, finding someone ten times better than him would be easy. You might want to consider it."
"This..."
"What 'this' and 'that'? You're just too weak-willed. You can't even let go of such a small thing. Don't forget, the person you like is right in front of you right now, and your chance encounter with him seems like destiny. In my opinion, you two are a perfect match." "
Yinyin, to be honest, you probably know how I feel about him, but speaking of him, I've thought maybe it's just wishful thinking on my part. Maybe he already has a girlfriend."
"You're right. With his intoxicatingly handsome face, who would believe he doesn't have a girlfriend?"
Ziwei's original words were meant to comfort herself, but hearing Yinyin's words only made her feel more desperate and sad, and she finally couldn't sleep that night!
Wenlun, who was only at work for the second day, had much more work than the day before. He didn't even have time for lunch, just asked a staff member to bring him a bento box from the cafeteria, and that was it. It wasn't until almost six o'clock that Zhixian came to his office: "What? Still busy?"
"Don't say anymore. Today, a customer complained about the Ikebukuro branch, and everyone's on edge. Kuwata assigned this to me, and I have to go to Ikebukuro in a bit."
"It's almost six o'clock, and you're still not leaving?"
Wenlun was startled. "What? I have to go right now, are you coming?" He hurriedly tidied up the documents on the table.
"Let's go together. I also want to see your work ability."
The Ikebukuro branch is located in the bustling street at the east exit of Ikebukuro Station. When you walk out of the station, you are greeted with a pack of free promotional tissues. Before you've even walked one street, you'll have so many tissues that you can't carry them all in your hands.
Another characteristic is that, whether you're walking in East Ikebukuro or West Ikebukuro, you'll always see groups of boys wearing orange long coats or girls with dyed blonde hair and super short mini-skirts handing out disco flyers to passersby in the cold wind. If you happen to encounter an enthusiastic one, they'll even half-push and half-drag you inside.
SWEET is the trademark of one of Higashimaru's chain stores, with nearly a hundred branches nationwide. The stores are decorated entirely in pink and feature a strawberry as their logo. From tableware and napkins to even the chairs, everything has a red strawberry with a black dot, giving it a very contemporary feel. The customers are mostly young people. As soon as
Wenlun and his companion stepped into the Ikebukuro branch, a female server greeted them. Wenlun pulled out his employee ID from his pocket and said, "I'm the head of the 1st Business Section at headquarters, and he's Manager Li from the 2nd Section. We're here regarding a customer complaint and would like to see Manager Nakata."
The server was initially surprised; she hadn't expected someone so young to hold such a high-ranking position at headquarters. She quickly bowed and said, "Please come in with me, both managers. Manager Nakata is in his office."
Manager Nakata was a tall, thin middle-aged man. Upon learning that the two were managers sent by headquarters, he politely invited them to sit down and explained what had happened that day.
It turned out that a male customer had ordered an ice cream coffee from a female server, but only a regular coffee was brought out. He asked the server to change it, and she reluctantly gave him a new one. However, shortly after turning away, she told another server beside her that the customer had clearly said he wanted coffee. This was overheard by the customer, who then started yelling at her. The manager had to step in and apologize to calm things down, but the customer was still not satisfied and complained to headquarters, demanding severe punishment for the female employee.
Wen Lun then asked, "How has this female employee been at work in the past?"
"She's been quite good, but what happened today..."
Wen Lun interrupted, "Is she here now?"
"Yes, I'll call her in right away."
Soon after, Manager Nakata brought in a plump female employee.
Wen Lun looked her over and asked, "Are you Mishima Kyoko?"
"Yes." She nodded slightly, seemingly a little frightened.
"Manager Nakata has already explained the situation, but you must remember that for the sake of the company's reputation, you must never offend customers. They are always right, and even speaking ill of customers behind their backs is unacceptable. Since this is your first time, I don't want to pursue it further, but once is enough, once is enough, understand?"
The female employee kept saying "yes," naturally happy that she wouldn't be severely punished or fired.
The two left the Ikebukuro branch after 7 p.m., and Wenlun suggested going home after dinner.
They wandered around the side streets of Higashi-Ikebukuro and found a small shop called "Kojiro." A dozen or so people were waiting in front. Wenlun went over and saw it was a noodle shop serving both Chinese and Japanese cuisine, with very reasonable prices. He said to Zhixian, "Let's wait a bit. This place seems pretty good." About forty minutes
later, they finally got seats. The two sat down and started pointing to the dishes on the wall in Cantonese, searching for something. Suddenly, a voice with a pure Cantonese accent said, "Why don't you two try our pan-fried dumplings? They're our signature dish."
The two glanced at him; it was a young waiter in a pristine white kitchen uniform. They were from the same hometown, so Wenlun asked curiously, "Are you also from Hong Kong?"
"No, I'm an overseas Chinese student from mainland China. I came to Japan from Guangdong to study. Besides the head chef, everyone else in this shop is like me—all from Guangdong."
Wenlun laughed, "That's quite rare; the entire staff is Chinese." "There's no other way, " Wenlun said.
"The Japanese don't want to work the night shift, so only us Chinese overseas students are willing to do it. The labor is cheap, and we're hardworking." "There's nothing we can do about it. Being in a foreign land, how can we survive if we don't work hard?" The two ordered food and were chatting when suddenly another voice rang out from the side: "What a coincidence that the two ministers are also here for dinner." Looking up, they saw it was Yangping. Zhixian smiled and said, "So you're here too. Are you alone?" "No, Ziwei is with me. We'll sit over there." Yangping pointed. The two looked and indeed saw Ziwei sitting there, nodding and bowing to them. "Since it's such a coincidence, why not invite each other? Would you two ministers like to sit with us?" Wenlun said first. "No need, we still have friends who haven't arrived yet. Maybe next time." " In that case, I won't bother you any longer." He then returned to his seat. Zhi Xian asked in surprise, "We have a friend coming over, who is it?" "How can you be so inconsiderate? They're out having fun as a couple, how can we be third wheels?" He then took a swig of Japanese beer. Wen Lun saw the two of them together, and although he felt a little uncomfortable, what could he do? Today, Wen Lun could finally accept that Yang Ping was indeed her boyfriend, and at the same time, he accepted the fact that he and Zi Wei were definitely not meant to be. A few days later, Wen Lun received an internal call; it was Yin Yin, asking him to meet her at the corner coffee shop after work. As soon as Wenlun entered the coffee shop, Yinyin was already seated. He ordered a coffee and said with a smile, "I was quite surprised to receive your call earlier." Yinyin pouted, "I wouldn't have called you if it weren't for this." Wenlun was a little puzzled, "What is it?" "I have a personal question for you first. You have to answer me honestly before I can tell you." "A personal question?" Wenlun was even more confused, "Go ahead and tell me. I'll answer anything I can." Yinyin stared at him, looking extremely serious, and asked, "Do you have a girlfriend now?" "So that's what you're asking. Do you want to be my girlfriend?" "I'm serious, I'm not joking. Answer me quickly."

Wenlun smiled slightly: "Since you want to know, I might as well tell you. I have countless ordinary girlfriends. As for intimate ones, I've had some before, but not anymore."
Yinyin frowned, a little doubtful: "I don't believe it. With your qualities, how could you not have a girlfriend?"
"I'm telling the truth. I can't help it if you don't believe me, but why are you asking this?"
Yinyin didn't answer him, but just stared at him thoughtfully, as if trying to figure out if his words were true or false. At this moment, the waiter brought coffee, and Wenlun started adding sugar.
"Remember when you said you'd ask Ziwei and me out for a meal? I told you to just tell her, did you?"
Wenlun was taken aback. "I... I've been a bit busy with work lately. I'll ask you out again sometime."
"I don't think that's what you really mean. You think Ziwei has a boyfriend and it's inconvenient to ask her out, am I right?"
Wenlun couldn't deny it and could only nod. "That's one reason. I don't want Yangping to misunderstand."
At this point, Yinyin finally smiled a little. "This time I'm asking you seriously. You have to tell me the truth, no lying."
Wenlun felt increasingly strange and didn't understand why Yinyin was interrogating him like a criminal, just bombarding him with questions. He said, "What exactly do you want to know?"
"I want to ask you, do you like Ziwei?"
"I..." Wenlun hadn't expected her question and was momentarily at a loss for words. Finally, he
mustered his courage and said, "I don't want to lie, that's true, but I didn't know she already had a boyfriend, so..." Yinyin interrupted him, "What if she didn't have a boyfriend?"
Wenlun laughed, "Of course I'd be happy about that, but don't joke around. Isn't Yangping her boyfriend?!"
"That's right, Yangping was her boyfriend. How should I put it? In short, Ziwei never really liked him. As of today, their relationship is completely over, you understand?"
"How could that be? I clearly saw them together a few days ago. It can't be fake."
"You mean you saw them in Ikebukuro that day? As far as I know, Ziwei asked him out that day to confess her feelings and break up with him, and Yangping agreed?"
Wenlun nodded, "Really? What happened between them?"
"I can't tell you that, because it's between the two of them. But I know Ziwei's feelings better than anyone. She's my cousin, we've known each other since we were little, and we even live together. What can't we talk about?"
Wenlun's eyes flashed with a hint of doubt as he asked, "Why did you ask me out today...?"
"Let me tell you, Ziwei has been sullen these past few days, and I've been worried about her. I asked her why, but she wouldn't say. Last night, I couldn't bear to see her like this anymore, so I pestered her all night. That's when I found out it was because you ignored her, didn't even glance at her. Actually, she told me a long time ago that ever since she saw you in Shinjuku that day, she's been sleeping with Q-Taro every night. At that time, I knew she had feelings for you, but she's always been introverted and shy, so she didn't dare to confess. Although she doesn't like Yangping, he was her boyfriend back then, and she's been secretly suffering because of it. Do you know how painful that is?"
Wenlun, after hearing this, cursed, "I deserve to be hit! Where is she now? Even if Yangping is still her boyfriend, so what? As long as they're not married, I have the right to pursue her and win her over. Is Ziwei home now? Tell me her phone number, and I'll call her right now."
"Look at you, suddenly so anxious."
"Please, have mercy, I don't want Ziwei to be heartbroken for another night. Just tell me."
Yinyin held out her hand and said, "Lend me your cell phone."
Wenlun quickly took out his phone and handed it to her. Yinyin rapidly dialed a number, and after a moment, someone seemed to answer: "Is this Ziwei? I'm borrowing Wenlun's phone. I know you have caller ID. If you want to talk to Wenlun, just call again. He's waiting for your call." She said in one breath.
"Ugh! Let me talk to her..." Yinyin ignored him, pressed a button, and the call ended.
"If she wants to talk to you, she'll call. Otherwise, you have no hope." She handed the phone back to him.
Wenlun placed the phone on the table, his eyes fixed on it.
Time ticked by, five minutes, ten minutes passed, and the phone still hadn't rung. Wenlun started to get restless and anxiously asked Yinyin, "What if she doesn't call? Should I call her?"
"Why are you in such a hurry? She'll come when she wants to. There's no use in being anxious," Yinyin said calmly.
Just then, the phone rang. Wenlun grabbed it impatiently, "Hello, hello, is this Ziwei?"
There was no response for a long time, and Wenlun grew anxious, "Are you Ziwei? It's Wenlun! Please, please say something to me!"
Then a clear, gentle voice came through the phone, "This is Ziwei. Is Yinyin there? I want to talk to her."
"She is, but I want to talk to you first." Wenlun composed himself, "Ziwei, I want to see you. I have a lot to say to you. Can you come out?"
"I..." After a moment of silence, Ziwei said, "Okay, where are you now?"
"I'm coming to find you. Are you home? I'll ask Yinyin to bring me. Wait for me, I'll be there soon."
"Tell Yinyin that I'll be at the Aishi Coffee Shop near my home in half an hour."
"Okay, I'm coming right away. Aishi Coffee Shop, right?"
"Yes! I have to hang up now. See you later." Then the phone went dead.
Yinyin smiled and asked, "Is Ziwei waiting for you at Aishi Cafe?"
"Yes, thank you so much this time. Let's go now." Wenlun quickly picked up the bill stuck on the table, but his mind was already on Aishi Cafe.
Chapter 5: Attack
Author: Qianlong
Turning left from Meiji Street in Aoyama, they entered a quiet side street and soon saw the small wooden sign of Aishi Cafe. As soon as they stepped out of the taxi, Wenlun quickly walked towards the cafe entrance. Yinyin suddenly called out from behind, "I'm not going. You go in by yourself."
Wenlun stopped and turned around to ask, "Why? Let's go in together."
"Sorry, I'm watching a TV series tonight. I have to go home. Bye-bye..." She waved and turned to leave.
Wenlun quickly rushed forward and grabbed her, "Please, please, don't go. See it through to the end."
Yinyin looked up, frowned, and glanced at him. Seeing his pitiful look, she said, "Okay."
The two pushed open the door to the coffee shop and looked around. They saw Ziwei sitting alone against the wall, looking over. Yinyin waved to her and strode over, saying, "You're here early!"
"No, I just got here too," Ziwei said softly.
They ordered drinks, and then, although Wenlun and Ziwei were facing each other, they couldn't speak for a moment. Ziwei lowered her head, her face slightly flushed.
Yinyin, standing beside Ziwei, kept shaking her head, "Look at you two, one thinking about the other all day long, always sullen; the other getting anxious as soon as she gets a phone call, as if even a rocket would be too slow. Now that you've met, you're not saying a word. I really don't know what you're doing!"
Wenlun finally spoke, "I'm sorry, Yinyin has already explained it to me."
Ziwei lowered her head even further, avoiding Wenlun's gaze.
"Sigh!" Yin Yin couldn't stand it anymore. "You, isn't that unnecessary? Since I came with you, even if Zi Wei is stupid, she'll know I've made things clear. Why don't you just say, 'I like you so much! Ever since I saw you that day, I've been thinking about you day and night.' Wouldn't that be more direct?"
Zi Wei blushed even more and glanced at her sideways. Wen Lun, on the other hand, found it even harder to speak. It was indeed a very awkward situation. In all his years, he had never said such cheesy things in front of a girl.
"I, I..." Wenlun, usually so fluent, stammered as he looked at Ziwei, slowly saying, "I don't know how to say it..."
"If you don't know how to say it, I'll say it for you, okay?" Yinyin glared at him, then leaned close to Ziwei's ear: "This rascal, turns out he's just like you, playing the same game of love at first sight. If I hadn't told him you and Yangping had broken up, he probably would never have dared to speak to you again. Okay, I've said everything I needed to say. I'm going home to watch some dramas, I'm leaving now."
"No... don't go!" Ziwei tugged at her: "Stay with me."
"What's wrong with you now? I already said the opening remarks for you. Do you expect me to repeat all the sweet nothings that followed?"
Wenlun knew Ziwei was shy, so he decided to change the subject and smooth things over first. He said, "Yinyin, sit down for a while. I have some questions for you."
Yinyin sighed and propped her cheeks up with her hands, glancing at the two of them alternately.
"If I'm not mistaken, you two are Taiwanese expatriates, right?"
Yin Yin shook her head. "Not entirely. Zi Wei is purely Chinese; her father is from Hong Kong, and her mother is Taiwanese. But I'm of mixed race."
"Mixed Chinese and Japanese descent?"
"Yes, my father is Japanese, and my mother is Zi Wei's mother's younger sister. Zi Wei and I are cousins."
"You grew up in Japan from a young age?"
"Zi Wei and I were both born in Japan." Yin Yin frowned impatiently. "Have you finished asking? Now it's my turn to ask you. I've seen your resumes. Is Minister Li really the heir to the Li Group?"
Wen Lun nodded and explained his relationship with Zhi Xian to them, then asked, "Have you been working at Dongwan for a long time?"
"We just finished high school when President Tsumoto introduced us to Dongwan. It's been almost two years now,"
Wenlun said with a smile. "So it was President Tsumoto who introduced us. I didn't expect you two to be related to him." Yinyin
nodded and said, "President Tsumoto is a good friend of my aunt. He comes to our house often."
"I see," Wenlun responded with a smile. Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind, and he remembered Zhixian's half-mother. Ziwei's surname is Li, her father is from Hong Kong, and her mother is friends with Tsumoto. Could it be such a coincidence?
Thinking of this, he quickly asked Ziwei, "Ziwei, could you tell me your parents' names?"
Ziwei was surprised by his question, but still replied, "My father's name is Li Hao, and my mother's name is Luo Guifang."
"What?" Wenlun's eyes widened upon hearing her parents' names, almost unable to believe his ears. This was wonderful! Although Ziwei said her father's name was Li Hao, it was very similar to Zhixian's father's name, and her mother's name was also correct. It seemed that her mother was indeed Zhixian's half-sister. He never expected that Ziwei was Zhixian's half-sister.
Wenlun was stunned for a moment, then immediately took out his mobile phone, quickly dialed a number, and soon said, "Zhixian, I have something important to tell you. Come over quickly, and write down the address..." He asked Yinyin for the correct address of the coffee shop and gave it to Zhixian.
Ziwei and Yinyin were both very surprised, watching his every move with wide eyes.
Yin Yin couldn't hold back any longer: "Why did you call Minister Li here?"
"Of course I have my reasons." He then asked Zi Wei, "Your father is also in Japan, right?"
Zi Wei shook her head: "My father died not long after I was born."
"Did your mother tell you that?"
Zi Wei nodded, but Yin Yin said from the side, "You're so strange. You want to investigate three generations of your family as soon as you meet him. What's going on?"
Wen Lun pondered for a while: "Zi Wei, do you still miss your father?"
Zi Wei nodded quickly: "Of course I miss him, but he's gone. What's the point of missing him now?"
"If I'm not mistaken, your father is not only still alive, but he will meet you soon."
"Really!" Zi Wei and Yin Yin exclaimed at the same time. Zi Wei hurriedly asked, "How did you know?"
"Your father's original name should be Li Zhanhao, that is, Minister Li's father." He then told the two of them about Li Zhanhao's past.
After he finished speaking, Zi Wei froze on the spot, unable to speak. Yinyin immediately said, "Hearing what you've said, it seems it's true. So President Jinben already knew everything, he just didn't tell Ziwei's father." "
Perhaps Aunt didn't want him to know, so she asked Jinben not to say anything," Wenlun said.
"What should we do now? Should we inform Aunt?" Yinyin asked, resting her chin on her hand.
"No!" Wenlun said, "Let's discuss this in detail after Zhixian arrives."
Thirty minutes later, Zhixian finally pushed open the door and entered. He immediately saw the three of them, engrossed in conversation, so engrossed that they didn't even notice him approaching the table.
"What are you talking about so enthusiastically?" Zhixian tapped the table, and the three of them immediately looked up.
As soon as Wenlun saw him, he pulled him to sit beside him and immediately pointed at Ziwei, saying, "Do you know who she is?"
"Of course I know. If I didn't even know Dongwan's Flower, would I be human?"
"It's not just that," Wenlun leaned closer to him and said, "She is your half-sister."
"What?" Zhi Xian almost jumped up, looking at Wen Lun, then at Zi Wei, his face full of suspicion. "You're not joking, are you?"
"Do I look like I'm joking with you? Even if I were, I wouldn't bring this up." Wen Lun glared at him.
"Are you really my sister?" Zhi Xian leaned forward and asked Zi Wei.
"I don't know, maybe!" Zi Wei wasn't sure, but she had already accepted it in her heart.
Wen Lun then slowly recounted what he had just said. With such a series of coincidences, how could Zhi Xian not believe it?
"This is great! If Dad knew, he'd be so happy! Ziwei, do you know, Dad has been looking for you two for over ten years, and he's never stopped searching."
Ziwei's eyes welled with tears. Yinyin laughed, "You should be happy, why are you crying?"
Zhixian said, "Let's go find Mom now, Ziwei, what do you think?"
"No!" Wenlun immediately said, "Since Auntie is trying to avoid Uncle, if she finds out beforehand, it'll be like alerting her. She might use other methods to avoid us, and all our efforts will be wasted."
"That's right, you're absolutely right," Yinyin continued, "We mustn't let Auntie know."
Zhixian asked Ziwei, "Ziwei, what do you think?"
"I also think we shouldn't let Mom know. Brother, why don't we talk to Dad first and see what he thinks? What do you say?" Ziwei's address warmed Zhixian's heart. He was an only child, and suddenly having such a lovely little sister made him incredibly happy.
"Alright, since tomorrow's Sunday and no work, let's all come to my house and have a good talk."
Wenlun was naturally happy; how could he pass up this opportunity to meet Ziwei? He quickly said, "Zhixian's suggestion is excellent. I'll pick you up first thing tomorrow morning."
Yinyin, hearing this, naturally understood Wenlun's intentions and couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh.
The next morning, Wenlun arrived at the McDonald's on Zhuxia Street, the place he and Ziwei had agreed to meet the night before.
Wenlun didn't sit inside the store, but instead sat on a white beach chair at the McDonald's entrance, holding a cup of Coke, looking at the crowd in front of him, and the young men and women who were all dressed up and looked the same. The men were all wearing studded leather jackets, with dyed golden rooster-like hair, and the women had large strands of blonde hair, very short skirts that barely covered their hips, seven- or eight-inch high boots, plus dark brown foundation, white eyeliner, and blue eyeshadow—they looked exactly like a dirty Barbie doll.
Takeshita Street is only about 400 meters long. Most of the shops are not high-end boutiques, but small fashion stores, jewelry stores, and small shops. But don't underestimate them, because there is a great chance of finding treasures there.
Wenlun waited for about ten minutes, and then he saw a pure and beautiful girl with long, straight, smooth hair walking towards him. Her long hair fluttered gently in the cold wind. Ziwei finally appeared.
"Have you been here long?" Ziwei smiled slightly. After talking with Wenlun last night, she was not as shy as she had been at the beginning.
"I just arrived. Oh! Why didn't Yinyin come with you?" Wenlun looked around.
"She said she had something to do and would go to Nishi-Arai by herself later."
"But how does Yinyin know my address?" Wenlun asked, puzzled.
Ziwei laughed, "Have you forgotten her position? All the employee data for Dongmaru can be accessed with a simple press of the computer in the interrogation center."
Wenlun suddenly realized, and bought Ziwei a hamburger. They chatted and ate, their feelings for each other progressing quite a bit without them even realizing it. They talked and laughed, clearly in a very good mood.
The hamburger and cola were quickly finished, and Ziwei said, "We should get going. My brother is waiting at home."
Wenlun wasn't about to miss this opportunity to be alone with Ziwei, so he immediately said, "It's still early. It's a holiday today, so why don't you walk with me a little longer before going back?"
Seeing his expression, Ziwei naturally understood his thoughts and could only smile and ask, "Where do you want to go?"
Wenlun pondered for a moment, "I always walk past the Yasukuni Shrine, so let's go there this time."
Ziwei seemed quite agreeable, nodding and giving him a sweet smile.
They walked for a while, and Wenlun took her hand. Ziwei didn't refuse, letting him hold it.
Yasukuni Shrine was indeed a wonderful place for a stroll. Ancient trees surrounded it, their dense foliage casting deep shadows. The buildings inside were simple yet elegant. Perhaps it was an auspicious day, for the two walked not far from the shrine when they happened upon a wedding ceremony. The newlyweds, dressed in traditional Japanese wedding attire—the groom in black, the bride in white—held a red umbrella, their procession moving slowly and strikingly beautiful.
The two were captivated, watching the couple enter the shrine before leaving hand in hand. Wenlun said slowly, "I never expected the scenery here to be so beautiful. But every time I've passed by Yasukuni Shrine in the past, I've felt a strong aversion, so I've never been inside." "
Aversion to what?" Ziwei asked softly, nestled against Wenlun like a docile kitten.
"It's because Tojo, Japan's most ruthless warlord, is buried here. Every time I pass by, I feel a wave of revulsion."
"So that's why. No wonder you feel that way. As a Chinese person, who wouldn't hate him?"
"When I think of the Nanjing Massacre, my blood rushes to my head. I remember throwing babies to be stabbed to death with bayonets, their heads falling to the ground, the Asahi Shimbun's headlines about killing people. Ugh! Just thinking about it makes my chest feel like it's going to explode."
"It seems you don't have much affection for the Japanese, is that right?" Ziwei said.
"It's not fair to say that. Foreigners' fascination with Japanese things and culture is mostly a transitional phase. Indeed, there are many things we can learn from Japan, but there are still hidden dangers in the Japanese mindset. For example, their insistence on revising textbooks is something we need to be careful about. I dare say to myself that I am definitely not a blind follower."
It wasn't until the afternoon that Wenlun and Ziwei returned to their residence in Xixinjing. As soon as they arrived at the gate, they heard Zhixian's shouts: "Hey! Don't bring it over here, get away, get away..."
The two looked at each other outside the door, wondering what had happened inside. Wenlun immediately took out his key and opened the door. He saw Yinyin holding a snow-white, adorable Pekingese dog, chasing after Zhixian, shouting: "I'm going to make 'Little White' bite you, let's see where you go."
"What on earth happened?" Ziwei stared at the scene before her, dumbfounded.
Wenlun glanced at it and already understood most of it. He then said to Ziwei, "Your eldest brother is usually fearless, but he has only one fatal weakness: he's terrified of anything furry, whether it's a cat, dog, or rat. He's even scared of a chicken."
"It's very unusual for someone so tall and strong to be so timid. How could he be so cowardly?"
"You can't judge a book by its cover!" Wenlun said with a smile.
Zhixian, seeing the two return, was overjoyed and rushed over to hide behind Wenlun. "You better shield me! This girl is trying to murder me!"
Yinyin glared at him angrily. "What did you say? I'll kill you right now!" she said, about to rush over.
Wenlun spread his arms wide to stop her. "Are you really going to scare him to the point of having a heart attack?"
Yinyin pointed at him and said, "Tell me why people can enter this house but dogs can't. What kind of logic is that?"
Ziwei stepped forward. "Yinyin, give me 'Xiaobai'."
She took Xiaobai and said to Wenlun, "Is there a place for it here? So it won't run around."
Wenlun thought for a moment and said, "There's a small open space behind the house. Come with me."
Through the dining room, they pushed open a white wooden door and found a small open space about ten feet square, surrounded by a six-foot-high wall. To the left of the entrance, there was a washing machine, seemingly a place to dry clothes.
The two put Xiaobai down, letting it roam freely. Xiaobai seemed quite content with its little world, appearing unusually lively. Wenlun and Ziwei returned to the living room and saw the two sitting on either side of the sofa, glaring at each other.
Fearing they might start arguing, Wenlun gave Ziwei a wink and sat down next to Zhixian, saying, "Did you call Uncle?"
Zhixian nodded, "I called home this morning, but Father wasn't there. Butler Ma said Father had important business in America and wouldn't be back for more than ten days. I tried calling Father's cell phone, but I couldn't get through."
"So, even if we could notify Uncle, he might not be able to come to Japan immediately. Let's keep quiet for now, and when Uncle arrives in Japan, we can arrange for them to meet. What do you all think?"
"That's exactly what I was planning," Zhixian said. "Ziwei, you absolutely mustn't let Mother know, or Jinben. If they find out, our plan will be ruined."
Ziwei also wanted to see her parents reconcile, so she naturally nodded in agreement.
A few days passed quickly, and Zhixian had contacted his father. When Li Zhanhao learned of this, he was extremely excited and said he would come to Japan as soon as possible. He probably still had official business to attend to, but he couldn't give a specific date.
Wenlun and Ziwei had been dating every night after work for several days in a row. Even their colleagues at the company knew that the two were dating. The most unhappy person among them was naturally Yangping. With Wenlun's appearance, he immediately lost Ziwei, so how could he not be angry?
Tonight, the two went to a Japanese restaurant called "Huang" in Roppongi. The restaurant was designed in a very special way, giving people the feeling of being in a bamboo forest. On the walls of the restaurant, there were some antique hanging pots, as well as straw raincoats and bamboo hats.
At Ziwei's suggestion, they first ordered ten different kinds of wild mountain vegetables, all served in small dishes. After that, they had grilled mountain pigeon and quail. The sake was served in bamboo tubes and poured into bamboo cups. Ziwei said that many foreigners who are not used to Japanese food like to come here to try it.
It was not yet nine o'clock after dinner. Since Ziwei was staying in Harajuku, they took the Hibiya Line to Ebisu, then transferred back to Harajuku. After exiting the station, Wenlun seemed reluctant to part with Ziwei, pointing to a pachinko parlor and saying, "Shall we go in and play for a while before going back?"
"These are all Japanese games. So you like playing this too," Ziwei said with a smile.
Wenlun just smiled. Actually, he wasn't interested in it at all. He never understood what was so appealing about it that could make the Japanese so crazy about it.
He pulled Ziwei inside. As soon as they stepped inside, the deafening "clatter, clatter" of the pachinko machines filled their ears. Over a hundred pachinko machines, gleaming with colorful lights, seemed to beckon to customers, clanging and clattering incessantly.
There's a saying among the Japanese: "Work, pachinko, subway, sleep"—these are the four main activities of a white-collar worker's monotonous life. This shows how important pachinko is to them.
Pinball, also known as "Kasaka," first appeared in Nagoya fifty years ago and has since become wildly popular throughout the country.
Wenlun and Ziwei stopped in front of a pinball machine used for playing mahjong. This particular model of "Kasaka" felt somewhat familiar to Chinese people. Finding it interesting, Wenlun immediately sat down.
He took out 1,000 yen and bought 200 pinballs from the vending machine next to the machine. Before he even put the pinballs in the slots, he noticed a 100-yen coin clipped to the lever controlling the pinballs in the lower right corner. Thinking that the previous customer was really forgetful and had even forgotten to take the coin after playing, he casually took the coin out and placed it next to the machine before putting in the pinballs and starting to turn the lever to control the force with which the pinballs were launched.
Just as they started playing, someone slammed the pinball machine with a loud "bang!" Startled, the two looked up to see a middle-aged man with a menacing expression. He yelled, "Were your eyes born to be useless? Didn't you see this sign? And you dare take my coins? What do you want?"
Following the man's finger, they saw a sign at the top corner of the machine that read "Dinner in Progress." They immediately realized the machine was occupied, but someone had gone to eat dinner.
Seeing the man's fierce expression, as if he were about to attack, Wenlun pulled Ziwei behind him, repeatedly saying "Sorry" in Mandarin.
The Japanese man frowned, unable to understand a word he was saying, and realized the two were tourists. His anger subsided, and he waved for them to leave. Wenlun immediately grabbed Ziwei's hand and hurried towards the door, but after only a few steps, the Japanese man called to them from behind. They turned around, and the man pointed to the trough, indicating that they should take the marbles. Wenlun immediately waved his hand to indicate no, and pulled Ziwei out of the marble shop quickly, only then calming down.
"I was so scared! That man was so fierce!" Ziwei patted her still-pounding chest.
Wenlun stuck out his tongue: "Did you see the tattoo on that guy's neck? He's most likely a member of the Yamaguchi-gumi or some kind of yakuza. I'm not pretending to be stupid, I really don't know what the consequences would be tonight."
Ziwei said, "Let's see if you dare to go into a place like this again."
"I'm scared!" Wenlun said, "So that guy used a coin to clamp the lever, which allowed him to accurately control the force of the marble."
"Judging from his fierce look, it's very likely that he spent a lot of time training him. No wonder he was so angry."
Wenlun took Ziwei home. When he returned to Xixinjing, it was already past ten o'clock. The streets were deserted, dark and quiet, with only the faint light of streetlights shining on the road.
Less than two meters from his house, two people suddenly emerged from the darkness. Wenlun was slightly taken aback when he saw them, but he knew that Japan was a country with long-term peace and stability, and even petty thieves were rare. However, as the two people got closer, his opinion changed.
Although the streetlights were dim, the three men slowly closed the distance, allowing Wenlun to clearly see the two people in front of him. They were both wearing baseball caps; one wore a black leather jacket, while the other wore a padded windbreaker with his turtleneck sweater pulled up high, completely obscuring his mouth, leaving only his eyes and nose visible. His face was completely obscured. Most chillingly, both men held stacked baseball bats, repeatedly striking their palms with them, creating a terrifying "thump-thump" sound in the silent night.
Wenlun knew the two men meant him no harm, so he stopped. Seeing that his way home was blocked, rushing towards his house seemed unlikely. He looked around for a place to escape. Just then, the two men quickly approached from either side.
Wenlun initially considered turning to run away, but remembering he was wearing a suit jacket and leather shoes, which would indeed be cumbersome, he abandoned the idea and loudly asked, "What do you want? Do you want money?"
The man in the black leather jacket said, "Kid, if you know what's good for you, hand over your wallet."
"Alright, take it." Wenlun only had about 20,000 yen in his wallet, so without thinking, he took out the wallet and tossed it to the man: "You've taken the money, can you move aside now?"
The man didn't even look at it, put the wallet in his pocket, tapped his baseball bat a few times in his palm, and said, "You still have one thing to leave behind."
"What?" Wenlun knew something was wrong when he heard this.
"Nothing much, I just want one of your hands and one of your feet." The man said very casually.
Wen Lun felt a chill run down his spine. These two men clearly weren't after money. He instinctively took a quick step back. Fortunately, he had studied karate for several years in Hong Kong, and he was naturally agile and tall, even a head taller than the two men.
Although he wasn't a fighter, his karate training had given him basic offensive and defensive knowledge. Wen Lun knew his opponents were wielding long weapons, and if he could engage them in close combat, their weapons would be less effective. He noticed both men were right-handed, their baseball bats in front of them, the tips pointing to the left. To swing their weapons forcefully, they would have to sidestep and sweep from left to right.
Wen Lun understood this. Looking at his own briefcase, which couldn't be used as a weapon but could serve as a shield, he knew he had to strike first and finish the fight quickly to avoid being caught off guard by both of them attacking simultaneously.
With a loud shout, he moved with lightning speed, leaping in front of the man in the black leather jacket. The two men were stunned, never expecting him to dare retaliate first. But just as the man's thought formed and he was about to strike with his bat, Wen Lun's knee struck him squarely in the stomach. The man felt a sharp pain, his waist buckled, and his body leaned forward, his head landing squarely on Wen Lun's chest—exactly what Wen Lun wanted. Then, with a powerful elbow strike, Wen Lun delivered a heavy blow to the man's right cheek, sending him flying and rolling on the ground for a long time before he could get up.
The other man swung his bat, aiming for Wen Lun's back, but Wen Lun, anticipating the attack from behind, glanced at the spot and turned, using his briefcase to deflect the heavy blow. His right foot followed, the hard sole of his leather shoe striking the man squarely in the chest, sending him staggering back several steps.
Wenlun's loud shout had already awakened many neighbors in the quiet night. Several houses began to light up one after another, and some people even came out onto their balconies to watch.
At this moment, Zhixian also peeked out of his room. Even though the streetlights were dim, he could still recognize one of the men as Wenlun. Startled, he rushed downstairs. As soon as he opened the door, he saw the man who had been lying on the ground slowly rising and raising his baseball bat, about to hit Wenlun on the head.
"Wenlun, watch out behind you!" Zhixian shouted, rushing out at the same time.
Just then, Wenlun kicked the man in the waist. Hearing Zhixian's words, he didn't dare to look back and leaped to the side. Sure enough, a gust of wind from the bat fell from his side. Just as Wenlun was about to retaliate, he suddenly felt another man's baseball bat coming close to his face. Without thinking, he instinctively turned his head to the side, but to his surprise, he was hit on the side of the head with a "thud." He immediately saw stars, felt dizzy, and passed out.
Seeing their plan succeed and noticing someone approaching, the two men turned and ran, quickly disappearing into the night.
Zhi Xian, seeing Wen Lun lying on the ground, was even more alarmed. He stopped chasing the two men and rushed to Wen Lun's side, finding him unconscious on the ground, unresponsive.
At this moment, several neighbors approached. One of them asked what had happened.
"My brother was robbed on his way home. Could someone please call an ambulance for me?" Zhi Xian said urgently, looking up.
"I think we should get him to the hospital immediately," another short man said, pointing to a spot in the distance. "My car is over there. Quickly help him into the car."
"Thank you so much," Zhi Xian said gratefully. He and the two Japanese neighbors lifted Wen Lun into the car. Then, he quickly ran home, grabbed his ID, wallet, and cell phone, and drove off with the neighbor.
Chapter Six: Union
Author: Qianlong
At Okubo Hospital, located on Nishi-Ikebukuro Bunka Street, Zhixian paced back and forth outside the X-ray room. Suddenly, the sound of hurried footsteps came from behind him, followed by Ziwei's voice: "Big brother, how is Wenlun now?"
Zhixian looked in the direction of the voice and saw Ziwei and Yinyin rushing towards him.
"I don't know yet, he's in the X-ray room."
"Is he seriously injured? Has he woken up?" Ziwei was so anxious she was about to cry.
Zhixian shook his head, and Yinyin comforted Ziwei: "He'll be alright, don't worry."
At this moment, the X-ray room door opened, and Wenlun lay motionless on a gurney. A nurse and a medical staff member pushed him out, and the three of them rushed forward. Zhixian hurriedly asked, "Is there something wrong with his brain?"
Ziwei, however, ran to Wenlun's side, and when she touched his cheek, tears could no longer be held back and streamed down her face.
The nurse said, "The X-ray results aren't out yet, so we don't know for sure. I need to take the patient to his ward first, and the doctor will tell you later."
The three had no choice but to follow her into the ward. Soon after, the doctor came in, and Zhixian went to inquire about the situation. The doctor said that Wenlun had no blood accumulation in his brain and should be fine, but a more detailed examination would be needed after he woke up.
Hearing this, the three felt somewhat relieved. Ziwei asked Zhixian what had happened, and Zhixian recounted what he had seen. Yinyin immediately asked, "Were those people robbing us?"
Zhixian replied, "I'm not entirely sure, but Wenlun is always very shrewd; he wouldn't be so foolish. If it were a robbery, he would have just given them money; why would he have fought them?"
Ziwei continued, "Brother, I want to stay here with Wenlun tonight. You and Yinyin should go home and rest; you have to go to work tomorrow."
Zhixian hadn't known that Wenlun and Ziwei were dating. Although he had seen Wenlun return home late every night these past few days, he assumed he was at work or out with colleagues. But seeing Ziwei's anxious expression today, he already knew half of what was going on. Zhixian nodded and said, "Alright, if there's any progress with Wenlun, call me immediately."
"I will," Ziwei nodded in agreement.
Zhixian said to Yinyin, "It's late, I'll take you home first."
Yinyin turned back to Ziwei and said, "Ziwei, I'll ask the company for leave for you tomorrow, so you can keep Wenlun company."
The two got into a taxi, and Zhixian couldn't wait to ask, "Yinyin, I want to ask you something."
"What is it?" Yinyin looked at him.
"Is Wenlun dating Ziwei?"
"Hmm! Didn't Wenlun tell you?"
Zhixian shook his head: "How long ago was that?"
Yinyin said casually, "Not too long, less than a week."
Zhixian still had something on his mind that he hadn't asked Wenlun yet, but seeing Yinyin tonight reminded him: "On my first day at work with Wenlun, I saw that you and he already knew each other, but Wenlun hadn't mentioned it. How did you two meet?"
Yinyin smiled and told him clearly in one breath how they met in Kabukicho, how they asked Wenlun out to tell him about Ziwei's feelings, and so on.
Upon hearing this, Zhixian couldn't help but smile, realizing how incredibly coincidental things could be.
Meanwhile, in the hospital room, Ziwei gazed longingly at the handsome man she admired, occasionally stroking his cheek.
She recalled how they had met, feeling a sweet warmth in her heart. Lost in thought, she drifted off to sleep by the bedside.
She didn't know how much time had passed, but in her hazy state, she felt someone stroking her head. Slowly opening her eyes, she saw a handsome face and a gentle, captivating smile.
"Wenlun, you're finally awake! That's good. I'll go call the doctor right away."
Wenlun shook his head and pulled her back. "No need to rush. Actually, I've been awake for a long time, but I didn't want to wake you since you were still asleep. How did you get here? Did Zhixian call you?"
"Yes, when I got my brother's call saying you were injured, I was scared half to death." "
Zhixian too, calling you in the middle of the night made you worry all night."
"Don't say that. Everyone was worried. It's so good to see you awake now."
"Ziwei, you're so good to me." Wenlun pulled her closer. "Come closer, I have something to tell you."
Ziwei did as he said, pressing her ear to his lips. Wenlun said, "I...I love you so much." He then gently kissed her fair face.
This brief kiss sent Ziwei's face instantly flushing crimson. She blushed and tried to pull away, but Wenlun pressed her down with his hand. Ziwei tried to say something, but before she could utter a word, her lips were sealed by another passionate pair of lips.
"Mmm..." A soft sound escaped Ziwei's lips. She suddenly felt weak all over, her heart pounding. Wenlun's greedy tongue plunged deep into her mouth, eagerly and thirstily exploring the sweetness within.
The kiss was passionate and intoxicating. Wenlun kissed her passionately, the kiss growing increasingly intense, making Ziwei's moans even more hoarse, further captivating Wenlun.
When Wenlun realized he wanted more from her, he finally came to his senses and immediately withdrew his hand, not daring to go any further.
Even after Wenlun released her, Ziwei still stared at him blankly. This sweetness had come too suddenly; her eyes were filled with confusion, her face flushed red, and her small hands clenched tightly!
"Ziwei, I'm sorry, I acted impulsively..." Wenlun felt ashamed and uneasy.
But Ziwei shook her head, remaining silent, her bright eyes, still brimming with lingering passion, fixed on him. Then, she leaned down and kissed Wenlun's lips.
Overjoyed, Wenlun readily accepted. This kiss not only expressed Ziwei's love for him but also forged an even closer bond between them.
Just as they were passionately embracing, a nurse's voice suddenly rang out: "You really are something, so playful even after just waking up."
They quickly separated. Ziwei lowered her head shyly, not daring to look at the nurse, while Wenlun scratched his head, staring intently at the nurse's mocking expression.
"You rest well for a while, I'll go call the doctor," the nurse said before leaving.
Wenlun and Ziwei looked at each other, then burst into laughter.
After three days of thorough examination, it was confirmed that Wenlun was unharmed, suffering only a minor concussion. The doctor
then allowed him to be discharged and return home to rest. Ziwei rushed to Wenlun's residence as soon as she finished work, took out the key Zhixian had given her, and entered the house to find Wenlun sprawled on the sofa, his forehead still wrapped in a white bandage, watching television. The coffee table was covered with snacks of all sizes—candy wrappers, peanut shells—scattered around.
"Ziwei, you're here! Come and watch TV, this program is quite funny."
"What's wrong? Why aren't you resting in your room? Huh! Why are there so many snacks?" Ziwei quickly put down the food she had just bought from the supermarket and began tidying the coffee table.
"I bought these outside at noon, do you want some?" Wenlun handed her the potato chips he was holding.
"You're still out and about. Didn't the doctor say you should rest more and absolutely not do
any strenuous exercise?" "It's just a walk, it's not really strenuous exercise."
Ziwei saw Wenlun intently watching the TV, occasionally bursting into laughter, acting like a big child. She could only smile and shake her head helplessly.
Seeing Ziwei engrossed in picking things up, Wenlun felt guilty and reached out to pull her in front of him. Ziwei stumbled, her body went limp, and she fell onto Wenlun. She was incredibly embarrassed, her pretty face flushed. Just as she was about to sit up, Wenlun held her tightly: "Will you stay and watch TV with me? I can clean up myself later."
Being held by her beloved was indeed very comfortable. Ziwei gently nestled against him, her heart still pounding, but she felt infinitely happy.
Wenlun gently kissed her cheek and stroked her hair. The kisses, initially light, gradually grew passionate and intense. His hands roamed her back, making Ziwei feel dizzy, her limbs weak and numb, leaving her
helpless to do as he pleased. Ziwei was suddenly puzzled by this physical change. She had never experienced anything like this with Yangping during their many intimate encounters, yet now, just a gentle embrace and kiss from Wenlun had such a profound impact.
Driven by burning desire, Wenlun's actions became increasingly unrestrained. His right hand boldly moved towards Ziwei's chest, completely enveloping her left breast through her sweater and bra, and began to slowly and gently squeeze it. The full, rounded sensation drove Wenlun to madness; the feeling was so exquisite that he couldn't bear to let go.
"Mmm..." Ziwei murmured softly, overflowing with happiness and joy. Even a monk would be so delighted by such a soft moan that he'd want to renounce his vows.
This passionate kiss and caress transported them to a state of blissful oblivion. They didn't know how much time had passed before they slowly separated, their eyes meeting, their gazes conveying unspoken emotions.
Wenlun gazed at the angelic beauty before him. Her stunning beauty was breathtaking. Ziwei, flushed after the passion, possessed an even more captivating radiance. Wenlun was completely mesmerized. He unconsciously raised his hand and gently stroked her cheek, whispering, "Ziwei, you are truly beautiful. I wonder how Zhixian's father managed to give birth to such an angel."
"You're embarrassing me to hear that..." Ziwei rested her head on his broad chest, feeling the warmth of her beloved man. After a long while, she slowly raised her head, gazing at him, and said, "Wenlun, there's something I want to tell you."
"Go ahead, what do you want to say?"
"I...I've done something wrong to you, really, I've always felt so guilty...Wenlun, will you forgive me?" Ziwei's voice became hoarse as she spoke the last few words, and tears welled up in her eyes.
This startled Wenlun, who immediately panicked, "Ziwei, what's wrong? You're such a silly girl, why are you crying for no reason?" Wenlun hugged her tightly and asked softly.
"I'll tell you the truth, I...I can no longer give you my first time...I'm sorry..."
"You mean..." Wenlun stared blankly at her.
"Yes, Yangping and I have already..." At this point, she could no longer hold back her tears, which streamed down her face, and she buried her face in Wenlun's chest, sobbing, soaking a large patch of his coat.
"I thought you were going to say something, so I'll tell you something too. Actually, I'm not a virgin anymore, just like you. Doesn't that even us out?"
"How can you compare? I'm a woman, how can I be the same as you men?"
"What's the difference? We're not the same kind of people. Since you're so insecure, let me ask you again: how many people have you been with, and how many times have you done it?"
"Only Yohei, six or seven times, I think."
"That's all. Do you know me? Let me tell you, I've been with five girls so far. If we're talking about the number of times, even I've lost count. That should make up for the few times you've done. Besides, regarding whether you're a virgin or not, I can say for sure that I don't care at all. That's the truth. Everyone has a past. What's past is past. People should look forward and not let the past affect the future. Do you think I'm right?"
"Hmm... but I really feel guilty. If I had met you earlier, I would rather die than give myself to anyone else."
"Don't worry about this anymore," he comforted her, gently stroking her hair.
"Wenlun, I feel so happy! You're so good to me. Even if you really hold a grudge, I'll still love you this much." Ziwei kissed Wenlun's handsome face. "Believe me, I'll do everything I can to make it up to you."
Wenlun nodded. "As long as you're by my side and never leave me, that's already a great compensation."
"Wenlun..." Ziwei was deeply moved. She instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, her full breasts pressed tightly against his, and passionately offered her lips.
Wenlun, of course, gladly accepted her passion, and their tongues intertwined in each other's mouths. This passionate kiss led them into a world of ecstasy. Wenlun's large hands once again visited Ziwei's breasts, his caresses and kneading making her feel even hotter. In her daze, Ziwei clearly felt his erection, still occasionally bumping and rubbing against her.
Even this intimacy wasn't enough for them; the desire within them told them they needed more. Ziwei suddenly pulled away from his burning lips, gazing tenderly into his eyes. A soft, thirsty voice slowly rose from her lips: "Wenlun, do you want me?" This time, she wasn't shy; she boldly took the initiative.
"I...I've always wanted you, but..." Wenlun said.
"Now, Wenlun..." Ziwei pressed her face against his neck: "I want you to take me now."
Wenlun's eyes widened: "Right here in the hall?"
"Wherever you like, I'll go with you." Ziwei's watery eyes never left him.
"How about to my room? That's our little world." Wenlun stood up, then lifted Ziwei up like a bride.
"Ah..." Ziwei was startled at first, then chuckled, wrapping her arms around his neck. "You should call it our little love nest."
Wenlun carried her upstairs to his large Japanese-style room, placing the beautiful little angel on the tatami mat. He couldn't wait to lie down, his large, strong body completely covering Ziwei.
As Wenlun leaned closer to her face, gazing at her, he saw an alluring blush on Ziwei's delicate, radiant face, making him almost feel breathless. He couldn't help but sigh at his lack of self-control, which only fueled his thirst to hold her head still, to savor the sweetness in her mouth.
His passion quickly aroused Ziwei, making her increasingly insatiable. Her small mouth and tongue responded fieryly to him, gradually driving Wenlun to madness. His mouth pressed against hers back and forth, almost making her faint.
Lost in this blissful world, Ziwei pulled away his hand that was holding her head, wrapped her arms around his neck, and ran her fingers through his thick hair, impatiently rubbing his head to draw him closer.
That passionate response made Wenlun forget himself, letting out a frustrated groan. Finally, with all his willpower, he managed to pull his head away, rasping, "Let me undress you, okay?"
Ziwei nodded tenderly, "Mmm... but I still want you to kiss me."
"I will..." Wenlun lowered his head again, and Ziwei's arms tightened around his neck; their lips met passionately once more. Wenlun freed one hand and began to remove her clothes, stripping Ziwei completely naked from head to toe.
The kissing couple made the long undressing process both clumsy and discouraging, but they were happy to do it. Even when Wenlun had removed his own clothes, their passionate kiss hadn't stopped. However, the skin-to-skin contact plunged them both into a semi-conscious state. The sensation was simply too wonderful, making the kiss even wetter and hotter.
Wenlun's greedy right hand cupped her breast, and as his fingers dug into her breast tissue, he could hardly describe the exquisite feeling. He felt its roundness and firmness, as smooth as silk, with the hardened nipples rubbing against his palm, causing him to gasp.
Ziwei also slightly arched her chest, welcoming her lover's pleasurable torment. As she was fully enjoying it, she noticed his left hand moving between her legs, causing her to instinctively part them, allowing him to freely explore her softness.
Ziwei's wetness was astonishing. Wenlun gently rubbed her, and his fingers and palms were already covered in dew. This made him lose all patience. He forced open her tight lips with his fingers and gently probed inside. Just as Ziwei let out a satisfied moan, he suddenly plunged in deeply.
His teasing made Ziwei unable to bear it any longer, and her whole body suddenly stiffened: "Ah... Wenlun!"
"Does it feel good?" Wenlun gazed at her and asked in a hoarse voice, revealing how excited he was.
"Mmm... good, so good... please don't stop, let Ziwei ascend to heaven, okay..."
"I will, let me lead you, this angel, to heaven." After saying that, he buried his head in her other breast and gently tugged at her erect nipple with his teeth.
"Ah... kill me, I really want to ascend to heaven..." Ziwei tilted her chin back forcefully, thrusting her breasts high, trying her best to welcome this sweetness.
After a round of sucking, Wenlun slowly raised his head to get a clear look at her body. His eyes widened in surprise at the pair of jade-like breasts before him, their shape so beautiful it was dizzying. He held his breath, staring intently at this masterpiece of God, its beauty beyond compare. The room's light bathed her skin in a soft glow, her entire body flawlessly white. Her full breasts, after their recent caress, now glowed with a rosy hue.
"Wenlun, love me again…" Ziwei, her starry eyes half-closed, wore a look of infatuated ecstasy. But as she reached for his crotch, her beautiful eyes widened suddenly, her mouth gaping open, and she snapped back to reality: "Ah! He… how could he…"
"What?" Wenlun, seeing her astonished expression, was also surprised.
"He… so thick and big… let me see." Ziwei tried to sit up in shock.
The moment Ziwei's gaze met his, she was stunned, speechless for a long time before finally uttering, "Wenlun, look, I... my fingers can't even encircle him! How can you be so thick and so long? It's terrifying..."
She stared for a while, but Wenlun pressed her down again, straddling her body. "You don't like it?" Wenlun was indeed a little worried. His two previous girlfriends were afraid of his size, which always made them suffer, leaving them in pain for half a day afterward. Seeing Ziwei's reaction, how could he not worry?
"No! It's not that I don't like it. I've only ever seen Yangping, and I thought all men were average. But Wenlun, yours... I was genuinely surprised." Ziwei's small hand gently took his in hers again, slowly caressing him.
"What's Yangping's like?"
Ziwei gazed at him. "When he's erect, it's only about twelve centimeters long, but yours..."
"Exactly eighteen centimeters," Wenlun said with a hint of pride.
"I'm going to die, I'm afraid I won't be able to tolerate him..." Ziwei was genuinely worried.
"No, you should know best about this. Even babies can be born there, so how could you not tolerate him? You're really overthinking it."
Ziwei's fingers were cupping and kneading his large head. "I've also heard people say that the bigger a man's thing is, the more comfortable a woman feels, but I don't know if it's true or
not." "It should... it should be true." Wenlun suddenly frowned and gritted his teeth, his expression showing pain.
It turned out that Ziwei was playfully rubbing his glans with her thumb, while her other hand went around his neck and pulled Wenlun's head down, first gently kissing the tip of his nose, before saying, "Let's try it now, okay? I really want it."
"Aren't you really afraid? Shouldn't you prepare yourself mentally?"
"No need, I'll take anything you give me, let alone him." Ziwei took the initiative to spread her legs apart under him. "Kiss me again, and let me take you inside."
When Wenlun's lips touched her again, Ziwei had already slightly opened her mouth to welcome him; she desperately craved his touch. The large treasure, held in her hand, was slowly guided by her small hand to finally reach the entrance of the garden.
As he forced open her tightness, the moment his massive glans entered, the unbearable swelling and fullness caused her to let out a soft moan, a mixture of pain and pleasure. Her nails scratched his shoulder, but her small hand, still clutching his shaft, lingered, unwilling to let go. With each deeper penetration, inch by inch, she felt the fullness intensify, and her beautiful face slowly stiffened.
"Does it hurt?" Wenlun asked softly, his voice filled with affection. He dared not rush. The moment he slid his massive member inside, the immense confinement made him realize how small the angel beneath him truly was, making him reluctant to push too hard. He could only proceed cautiously, slowly cultivating her.
But no matter how slow, there is always an end. When Wenlun felt her clitoris sucking at his head like a small mouth, he could no longer move. He dared not move, simply waiting inside her vagina, allowing her to adjust.
Wenlun gently stroked her slightly sweaty forehead, wanting her to experience the feeling of being cherished. Under his soothing touch, Ziwei's stiff face slowly relaxed. She opened her watery eyes and gazed at her lover: "Wenlun, I'm so satisfied. I can finally truly be your woman."
He kissed her and nodded: "Can you adapt to me?"
"Hmm... but you're really thick and long. Have you noticed? He's already reached the very end, but my two fingers are still holding him in place. I'm afraid I can't fulfill my desire." "
Oh! What is your desire?" Wenlun asked, staring at her.
"It's... it's to possess you completely, including this, of course."
Wenlun couldn't help but laugh upon hearing this.

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