An unforgettable past

One day last month, feeling down after arguing with my girlfriend, I was driving around around 7 or 8 pm when I saw several scantily clad foreign women. Suddenly, I felt a surge of lust and excitedly sped up to the red-light district. I randomly picked a shop and went in to ask if they had any women.

The cashier, a fellow countryman, said, "Hey buddy, wait here!" and called out a group of hot Asian women, all wearing bikinis. I glanced around, my eyes landing on one woman—curvaceous figure, healthy tan skin. Seeing me staring at her, the cashier quickly said, "This is a South Korean student, very skilled." I thought, "Let's give it a try," so I nodded and followed her into the room.

Once inside, the South Korean woman asked my name, then introduced herself as KK, and started helping me undress for a shower. Once in the bathroom, KK gently helped me apply shower gel and carefully washed my penis. After rinsing, she suddenly knelt down and started giving me oral sex.

A surge of passion welled up inside me; I thought, "Damn it, you Koreans, you're robbing China of its cultural heritage, rewriting history, and now you're even spouting nonsense about waging war against China—with the toilet light on! Today I'm going to thoroughly rape your women..." Then I thought again, "Damn it, I'm making money for her; maybe she'll send it back home, contributing to the economy of Korea..." That's a bit of a stretch.

She only sucked a few times before I said, "I want to go to bed." So I came out. KK gently dried me off. Once on the bed, she gestured for me to turn over, then lay on top of me, kissing me from my neck down. With each movement, I could feel her small but firm breasts rubbing against my back. As she approached my buttocks, she suddenly gasped, pressing heavily against me. Then she quickly spread her buttocks and began licking my anus… Her oral skills were excellent; her tiny tongue seemed intent on probing deep into my rectum.

After a while, she told me to turn around and started sucking my nipples. I waved my hand and said, “No need.” KK understood quickly and cut straight to the chase, moving on to my penis. My cock was already incredibly hard, because it was so stimulating. It had been almost half a year since I last hired a prostitute, and the ones at home weren't this satisfying!

She licked very diligently, sometimes targeting my testicles, sometimes swirling her tongue around the urethral opening. I was so comfortable that I made sounds. Then she started moving her mouth up and down, occasionally doing deep throating. I felt a surge of heat in my glans, and I said, “We can start now.” She climbed on top of me, kissing my neck. Sometimes I sucked on her nipples; they were small, round, and incredibly cute.

At the same time, she rubbed her lower body against my penis. I could already feel that she was very wet, and I was very touched because most prostitutes are very dry down there, and they have no expression during sex, or they just pretend to be fake... Even though I'm paying for a prostitute, I always want to have some emotional connection with her... Haha, everyone has their own preferences!

While rubbing, a few times it felt like my glans went in a little bit, about a centimeter, but she still didn't want me to wear a condom. Just to be safe, I hinted that we could start. The little girl was quite sensible; she took a condom and we started. First, she sat on me, but I didn't let her take the initiative. She lay on top of me, and I held her buttocks and started fucking her, sometimes fast, sometimes slow. After a while, I flipped her over so that I was on top. Then I lifted one of her legs and looked at us in the mirror as we did it, getting more and more excited.

But then something very disappointing happened: my mom and wife both called. I got nervous and went limp, so I just sat up. KK asked if I smoked, offered me a cigarette, and we smoked together, chatting for a while. Her English was terrible, and she kept saying something about a "student girl," which probably meant she was using a fake student visa and was actually a prostitute. Sure enough

, when I asked her if she was a student, she shook her head, smiled shyly at me, and then told me I was cool and should smile, and something... Anyway, communication was a bit difficult. I said, "You don't look like a South Korean!" She asked why, and I said, "Your eyes are quite big." She smiled and said she had plastic surgery, but I didn't ask further. However, she still had single eyelids, and I suddenly thought single-eyelid girls with big eyes were so sexy!

After finishing my cigarette, I hugged her and started caressing her again. She gently continued to give me oral sex, and I asked her to sit on my lap and give me oral sex. Then I started touching her vagina. She was almost dry, so I played with her clitoris and tentatively inserted my hand into her vagina. Surprisingly, she didn't object.

Writing this, I have to criticize some of the prostitutes in China. Some of them have really terrible service attitudes. They complain of pain when someone sucks their breasts, and say it's dirty when someone touches their genitals. Normally, people shower and wash their hands beforehand, so there's nothing dirty about it. What's the big deal about touching them a little? Being a prostitute is a profession, so there should be professional ethics, professional conduct, and professional integrity… Sorry,

I'm getting off-topic again. My penis quickly became erect again, so I gestured for her to come on top. Like before, she didn't immediately take out a condom, but just kept rubbing against me. After a while, she took out lubricant from her bag, smeared a lot on her genitals, and then suddenly kissed and touched me very passionately. I responded enthusiastically, and we twisted and turned.

In that situation, somehow my penis suddenly went all the way in. She groaned loudly and then started twisting wildly. My mind went blank for a moment, but I quickly responded enthusiastically, completely forgetting about the risk of getting a disease. Without a condom, I could easily feel her vagina. It was so tight, like it had many layers inside—it felt incredibly good.

Finally, we switched to doggy style. I grabbed her small, perky buttocks and thrust hard, sometimes leaning down to touch her clitoris. Then I lay on top of her, grabbing her breasts and thrusting hard repeatedly. She moaned softly. Suddenly, I felt her vagina clench and tighten. I couldn't resist the stimulation and pulled out, ejaculating all over my hands, the sheets, and even a little bit on her buttocks. I'd forgotten how long it had been since I'd ejaculated so much.

She turned and smiled at me, then did something even more surprising: she cupped my penis and started sucking it. I felt like she was sucking out any remaining semen. It was the first time I'd experienced this kind of service, and I was touched. After she finished, she went to the shower and squatted down to wash her genitals. I think she was worried I'd ejaculated inside. I wanted to say I hadn't, but oh well, I couldn't understand her anyway, and I didn't know if she'd believe me.

Then she called me in and gently helped me wash up. Afterwards, she carefully dried me off and helped me put on my shoes, socks, and clothes. As I was about to leave, she said, "Fifteen minutes left, have a smoke!" I glanced at my watch and thought I'd just sit for a while; forty-five minutes had been a bit tiring.

She gave me another cigarette, and I asked for her phone number. We chatted casually, mostly in Korean, which I didn't understand, and sometimes she even spoke Korean, leaving me speechless. Later, she mentioned it was Friday's birthday, so I asked, "Do you have to work?" She made an exaggerated expression typical of South Koreans and said, "Work? Here?" followed by a gag-like face, then said, "Holiday," and exhaled a smoke ring. I suddenly felt a pang of sympathy for her; maybe she was trying to earn money for her seriously ill parents' medical treatment!

Later, when I said I had to leave, she said, "It's your birthday, remember to call me." I said okay, and then she offered me her cigarettes. I felt a little touched, but then I thought, this is just her way of attracting customers. We hugged and kissed each other on the cheek when we left. I don't know why, but I felt like this goodbye was genuine.

On Tuesday, I went to that store again, almost without thinking, and ordered karaoke, but the cashier said she wasn't there. I left disappointed.

Thursday arrived in the blink of an eye. At midnight, I sent her a text message saying, "Happy birthday, may you be happy every day and become more and more beautiful." Actually, I was a little worried that her English was too poor to understand, but I thought, oh well, whatever! About half an hour later, she called back, saying I was the first person to celebrate her birthday, thanking me, etc. Communication was still just as difficult. Finally, she told me to come visit her sometime. I suddenly felt a little annoyed. Was she trying to get me to spend money?

On Friday at noon, I saw a strawberry cake at the bakery while buying bread. Thinking that I didn't even have a cake for my birthday, I figured she probably wouldn't receive one either, so I bought it for $30, planning to give it to her that evening. Then I bought nine roses at the florist for $18.

Afterwards, I went to a classmate's house to play cards until around 8 pm, then made an excuse to leave. When I came out, I called KK to ask where she was, saying I had something for her. I was surprised she hadn't gone out to celebrate and was staying home. She gave me her address, and I rushed over.

She lives in an apartment in the city. When I arrived, I called her to come down, and she lingered for a while before coming down. I looked at her; she was lightly made up, still as beautiful as before, wearing a mini-skirt and black stockings, which excited me again.

She seemed a little embarrassed when she noticed me staring at her and asked, "What's wrong?" I gave her the cake and flowers, and she seemed very surprised and delighted. It must be surprising that a customer remembers your birthday and buys you a cake and flowers! She kissed my cheek, said thank you three times, and I said, "You're welcome." Then I said I had to leave, because I thought she was wearing makeup and probably going out to seduce someone!

Unexpectedly, she seemed a little disappointed and said she hadn't eaten yet, asking if I had. She asked if I wanted to come to her place, saying she would cook me South Korean food. The thought of South Korean kimchi and that kind of chicken bibimbap made me nauseous, and at that moment I really didn't have any intention of going further; I just liked her and felt sorry for her, which was why I bought her those things. I thought for a moment and said, "Let me take you out for Chinese food. It's your birthday, so don't cook." She said like a child, "Oh! Really? Really?" Then she hugged my neck and kissed me on the cheek. I said I was leaving, got in the car, and headed to Chinatown.

We randomly picked a restaurant in Chinatown and went in. I asked KK what she wanted to eat, and she said anything was fine, she didn't know anything. I just randomly ordered three dishes, plus oysters, the ultimate kidney tonic! Hehe.

Although we tried to chat, it was very difficult. However, sometimes I would add the few Korean phrases I knew, and she would occasionally use a few Chinese phrases, so we chatted quite happily. After we finished eating, we paid the bill, which came to about $100. She insisted on paying, which surprised me a bit, but I treated her anyway. I'd just splurge a little today!

When we got to her apartment building, she asked if I wanted to come up. I hesitated for a moment, and a thought quickly flashed through my mind: wasn't everything I did just because I had feelings for her? And didn't having feelings just mean wanting to be intimate again? I said yes to her, but inwardly I despised myself for being a hypocrite.

She lived in a two-bedroom apartment, which was spotless. If I didn't know her profession, I might have thought she was just a pretty international student, hardworking and clean. She was staying in the master bedroom. We didn't talk much before entering the room. She had me sit on the bed, then took out a photo album, saying it contained pictures, and asked if I wanted to look. I flipped through it casually; it was mostly everyday photos and some of her studying in South Korea. I didn't press her about why she chose this path, but I was secretly curious.

The atmosphere was a bit tense, so I casually pointed to a few photos and joked with her. She playfully punched me a few times, then suddenly hugged me and said, "Thank you so much for today, I'm so happy." Then she kissed me. Smelling her fragrance and holding her soft body, I started to get excited, feeling my penis slowly becoming erect.

She whispered in my ear, her breath sweet, and gently asked if I wanted to take a shower. I nodded. She pulled me into the bathroom, helped me undress, and then undressed herself. Then we went into the shower together. Nothing happened while we showered. When we came out, she took a towel from the hanging area and wrapped it around herself, then took another one from the cabinet and said to me, "A new one." I suddenly felt a pang of pity for her; she was probably afraid I'd think she was dirty.

After wiping ourselves down, we both went straight to the bed, embracing, kissing, caressing, and entwining... After a while, I checked her lower body and found it was incredibly wet. I rolled over and lay on top of her. Suddenly, she said, "I don't have a condom." I was stunned, not understanding what she meant. Was she rejecting my offer because she didn't have one, or was she asking if I minded going without one again?

Seeing my lack of reaction, she quickly said she was fine, it was her first time without a condom, implying she wasn't sick. Then she added, "Or I'll go down to 7-Eleven and buy one." This touched me again, and I said it was okay

. I kissed her, found her warm, wet opening, and thrust in. Perhaps because it was in her house, we were both very absorbed in our lovemaking. Her ecstatic moans, alluring skin, firm buttocks, and tight vagina made me lose control. After about ten minutes, I ejaculated. Just as I was about to pull out and ejaculate, she pressed my buttocks down, and I released all my thick semen into her body. At the same time, she also reached her climax.

We then held each other tightly, not separating until my penis became completely limp. Her face was flushed, she looked incredibly cute, and I kept kissing her face while we both gently caressed each other. After

a while of caressing, we separated. KK took a cigarette from the drawer, lit it for me, and we lay half-reclined on the bed. She leaned against my arm as we smoked together, chatting idly. Several times I wanted to ask her why she chose this profession, but I couldn't bring myself to say it. Perhaps if humans didn't have such strong curiosity, the world might be much more peaceful, but it would also be much less advanced!

We played around like this for almost half an hour, and I started to feel something again. I grabbed her breasts and started kissing her. She held my head, letting out soft moans, and sometimes gently stroked my hair. After a while, she lifted my head and made me lie flat, her eyes full of desire, and said seductively, "Let me serve you!" She immediately knelt down and gave me oral sex. I was a little embarrassed because I hadn't showered after we finished, but she didn't seem to mind and carefully licked me.

Of all the South Koreans I've met, South Korean men aren't great, but South Korean women are definitely more considerate than Chinese women. It's not that I dislike Chinese women, it's just a fact, though there are exceptions. Maybe it's a cultural difference! Now Chinese women are standing up for themselves!

She licked me very carefully, making "squeak" sounds, as if it were delicious, just like in porn. I started getting hard again, and without waiting to see if she'd lick my anus, I pulled her up and started fucking me.

Maybe because we'd done it before, this time I thrust in and out very forcefully, pulling out and then plunging in again. She orgasmed in less than five minutes; it was a very intense orgasm. She trembled all over, making sounds like she was crying. After a while, she calmed down, still slightly trembling and panting.

I gently stroked her back, sometimes brushing her hair aside, kissing her face and her eyes, while slowly thrusting in and out of her. I will always remember this moment; it was so warm and sweet. Her vagina was still warm, and then even wetter.

After about five minutes, I turned her over and inserted myself from behind. This was the position where we were most likely to reach orgasm. I started thrusting in and out while holding her buttocks, getting faster and faster. Finally, she went from kneeling to lying face down on the bed, and I pressed myself against her.

I saw her gripping the sheets and whimpering. I ejaculated quickly. This time, I didn't think or ask for her opinion; I just ejaculated inside her. Every time I made love with her, I felt so satisfied and satisfied. It was so comfortable…

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After we finished, KK and I lay there. I don't know how long we lay there. We didn't talk much. For a long time, we just looked at each other and stroked each other's faces. I checked the time and it was getting late, so I said I should leave. She looked a little disappointed and asked, "Can't you stay the night?" I said no, I had to go home to sleep. She hummed in agreement and then held up two fingers to me.

I looked at her, completely bewildered. "What?" she said. "I'll give you 200 won today!" I was immediately stunned, but quickly responded with an "Oh," and turned to get the money. But she wrapped her arms around my neck and hugged me, giggling and saying, "Babo!" which means "fool" in Korean, and then added, "Just kidding." A sudden pang of sadness welled up inside me, a complex mix of emotions. It was truly sad that she joked about something like this, and I suddenly felt a strong urge to understand her.

Perhaps sensing my unease, she kissed my neck, said something in Korean, and then asked when I wanted to see her again. My feelings were complicated, and I said I didn't know. Her hands slowly slid down my shoulders, then gently released me. She got up, put on her clothes, lit a cigarette, handed it to me, and then lit one for herself. We smoked silently. I asked her what she meant by what she'd said earlier. She smiled faintly and said, "I won't tell you."

After finishing my cigarette, I got dressed and said goodbye. She insisted on walking me downstairs. We hugged briefly and kissed each other on the cheek before I left. As I drove to the intersection, I saw her standing in the rearview mirror, watching me go…

For the next few days, I didn't contact her, and she didn't contact me either. I thought it was probably over. Our relationship was based on sex, and I kept thinking, if I hadn't moved her that day, why would she have let me do it for free? They say it's easiest to win someone's heart when they're most lonely, and maybe that's what they mean! Although I restrained myself from contacting her, I kept thinking about her, mostly about her gentleness, her excellent service, her body, and her alluring moans.

I remember it was a bit cold that day; winter must be coming! KK called and asked me to come to her house, without saying why. When I arrived at her house, she was wearing ordinary loungewear, no makeup, and her hair was up; she was still beautiful.

She said to me, "Sit down!" Then she said, "Haven't eaten yet? I made you something to eat." I said, "Okay, thank you!" Then she started bringing out the dishes. I went to the table and sat down. It really was bibimbap, then Korean kimchi, and beef soup.

I forced myself to finish everything, and after I finished, I smiled at her, making a very appetizing face, and said, "You're a good woman." She smiled happily too. She didn't eat much, and kept watching me while I ate. Perhaps seeing me wolfing down my food, she asked if I wanted more. I quickly said I was full, but she didn't understand that I just wanted to finish quickly.

After I finished eating, I tried to clean up, but she held my hand, waved her hand, and said she would do it, telling me to sit and watch TV or read a magazine. I flipped through a magazine, South Korean stuff, and it made me dizzy. I turned on the TV, but there was nothing on. She heard the hissing sound and came over to turn on the DVD for me. It seemed to be a South Korean variety show, something like "Lovers."

When she finished tidying up, she washed some cherries and put them on the coffee table. We still didn't say much. After sitting for a while, I said I had to leave. She didn't say anything, just got up to see me off. As I reached the door, she took a scarf and draped it over my shoulders. I turned around, and she adjusted it for me. The scarf was black; maybe she noticed I wore black clothes the last two times and realized I liked black!

Seeing that I was a little confused about why she gave me the scarf, she smiled gently and said, "Cold, it's there." After a few seconds, she added, "For you." I said thank you and hugged her. She nestled against my chest and tapped my heart with her fingers for a while, like playing the piano, before saying something in Korean that sounded familiar. I asked her what it meant, and she said, "I won't tell you~" I remembered it might be the same thing she said last time, but I didn't ask any more questions and said goodbye.

When I got back, I wondered why she had asked me to come over. Was it just to cook and give me the scarf? Although I've had many girlfriends, and many of them have been very good to me, KK is the first person who has taken the time to knit me a scarf.

Two or three days later, she sent me a message with a crying emoji. I replied and asked her what was wrong. She said, "Sick." I said, "Are you home? I'll come see you." After getting a confirmation, I went to a Chinese restaurant, bought some congee with preserved egg and lean pork, and some braised pork ribs, and went over.

When we got home, I noticed she seemed a little unwell. I heated up some porridge and ribs and offered them to her, which surprised her. I had her lie down on the bed and was about to feed her when she tugged at my hand, gesturing towards me and then towards her mouth, indicating she wanted me to feed her. She was like a little girl. I playfully pinched her nose and fed her. She ate slowly, giggling and staring at me.

She hadn't finished eating when she leaned against me, saying she wanted to sleep. I asked, "Did you take your medicine?" She said, "Yes, yes, yes~" I said, "Okay, I'll stay with you for a while." She quickly fell asleep. I stared at her, wondering if she truly loved me. Why had she sought me out? Lost in thought, I drifted off to sleep too.

In my hazy state, I felt someone kissing me. I saw she was awake and immediately hugged her tightly. Smelling her fragrance, my little brother seemed to get a bit restless. I lifted her clothes; she wasn't wearing a bra. I took her nipple into my mouth and gently sucked on it, then kissed her stomach. I easily pulled down her pants, kissing her thighs and calves, then turned her over and kissed her back and neck. She moaned softly and twisted slightly.

I slipped my hand inside her underwear; it was already wet. I quickly removed my clothes, pulled down her underwear, turned her over, climbed on top of her, and used my knees to spread her legs, gently inserting myself. Seeing she was sick, I didn't go too hard, but she acted a bit wildly, constantly raising her legs or hugging my buttocks—probably because it had been too long since we'd done it together! I also found it quite exciting, even though it was the most basic position.

Finally, I held her buttocks and started to speed up a bit, then slowly moved my hand inwards. She was already wet down there; I casually wet it and slowly inserted my fingers into her anus. Her anus was tight; it probably hadn't been used before. I heard her scream even louder. I was penetrating her vagina with my penis while simultaneously inserting my fingers into her anus, which I found very stimulating.

I ejaculated quickly, again without a condom, and inside her. She didn't orgasm, but she was very wet and panting. I got off her and started sucking her breasts again, then rubbing her clitoris. She orgasmed soon after, her whole body arching as she hugged me.

We rested for a while, and she fell asleep again. I got up and made her some porridge, then went in and shook her awake, saying I was leaving. She got up to see me off, but I said no need, I'd come again when I had time. She smiled contentedly, kissed me hard, and said those words I couldn't understand.

In the days that followed, we spent a lot of time together, usually cooking at home or going for drives. To avoid eating unpalatable South Korean food, I would cook for her; her favorite was braised pork ribs. Every time I cooked, she would playfully tease me, saying she was very touched because South Korean men generally don't cook for women.

One day I went to her house again and met her roommate for the first time. She smiled and greeted me, not surprised by my visit; perhaps KK had already told her about me. KK gave me a brief introduction; the girl's name was Fiona, also from South Korea, and my intuition told me she was also in that line of work. Fiona was fair-skinned and pretty, more voluptuous than KK. Later, when I went to her house to cook, if she was there, I would invite her to eat with me, and we gradually became familiar.

One day, I was bored and went to her house again. KK opened the door for me, and when I went in, I saw Fiona watching porn in the living room. I don't know if KK was watching it too, and then she came to open the door for me; anyway, I felt very embarrassed. Although I only glanced at them a few times, with two beautiful women in the house, I got an erection. But KK and Fiona seemed indifferent. Fiona even smiled and said, "Sit down!"

I went over and sat down, picked up a magazine and glanced at it casually. After a while, KK laughed and knocked the magazine away from me, and then Fiona looked at me and smiled too. Actually, everyone knew that I was just hiding it... Finally, I couldn't take it anymore and told KK that I was going to the room. KK understood and followed me into the room.

As soon as I entered, I hugged and kissed her. She quickly took off her clothes; she was wearing sexy 551 briefs, the front of which was transparent. I caressed her while taking off my own clothes, pressed her onto the bed, and without even removing her panties, I simply spread them to the side and thrust in. It went in completely in one go; she was already incredibly wet.

At first, she lay on the edge of the bed, and I stood and thrust rapidly from behind. Later, we got a little tired, so we moved to the bed, woman on top. She faced my legs, and I looked at her smooth back and her little buttocks, feeling incredibly excited.

After we finished, I went out to get some water, and Fiona gave me a meaningful smile. I felt a little embarrassed. We went inside, drank water, smoked, chatted for a while, and then played around on the bed. After taking a nap, when I woke up, my hands started wandering again, touching her and teasing her clitoris. She looked at me sleepily and said, "Silly, what are you doing?" I smiled at her and said, "You know."

She quickly became wet again; she gets wet very easily every time, and always a lot. I remember a girl once told me that she usually gets very wet when she has sex with the man she loves. Ladies, is that true? Anyway, I understand the saying that women are made of water now, haha.

Sometimes my fingers rubbed her clitoris, sometimes moved up and down, and suddenly I wanted to try squirting. I had seen a few articles about squirting on the forum and watched some videos of it in the film and television section, so I tried inserting my fingers. She made a "hmm" sound. I followed the instructions in the articles and actually found that small, rough area on the upper wall of her vagina. Actually, it wasn't really rough; it was just a small, uneven area about the size of a coin, and it wasn't as deep as the articles described. But this was my first time trying it, and I didn't know if every woman was different.

I moved my fingers in and out quickly, stimulating that area with each thrust. She couldn't take it and kept screaming, gripping me tightly, saying, "Faster, faster..." and saying she wanted more, but I persisted, continuing to thrust with my fingers. Eventually, my fingers got so sore I couldn't even squirt, but I did produce a lot of fluid.

Seeing her struggling, I couldn't resist either, climbing on top and easily entering her. Less than five minutes later, she had an orgasm, a very intense one, I could feel it coming in waves. I wonder if it was the stimulation earlier that made it so strong.

Hehe, I'd like to ask my female friends again: does longer foreplay make orgasms easier and more intense?

Then I continued slowly, and after a few minutes I started thrusting, and she reached another orgasm with me.

One day I went to her house again, and she said she had to go out. I asked why, and she was evasive, just telling me to sit down for a bit. I thought to myself, "Going to work again, huh?" I was really upset. But what exactly is our relationship? I've never talked to her about this, and neither has she.

Our relationship simply can't continue. Even if I kept it a secret from my parents, could I accept her? We have trouble communicating. Is our life really just about sex? I sat in the living room, thinking and annoyed, smoking. Just then, Fina came out. Seeing my strange expression, she asked what was wrong. I said nothing. She offered me an apple, but I waved it off, saying I didn't want any.

Then she sat next to me, wearing a bathrobe and no bra. I could see her impressive breasts. Suddenly, I realized that my purpose in coming here was to have sex, but I hadn't achieved that. I kept glancing sideways at her white breasts, wanting to bite them. She turned on the TV and said, "Let's watch a DVD!" It turned out to be an adult film. The atmosphere was ambiguous. I wondered if she was doing it on purpose. Finally, I mustered up the courage to hug her. She didn't refuse, and we passionately intertwined.

I focused all my attention on her large breasts, my tongue constantly licking her nipples. They were huge, and I was enjoying them immensely. She held my head in her arms, moaning softly, and told me to go to the room. We got to the bed as fast as we could, quickly stripped off our clothes, and embraced. I licked her breasts, squeezed her plump buttocks, and teased her vulva, incredibly excited.

Suddenly, she pushed me down and knelt down to give me oral sex. Her oral sex skills were better than KK's; every swallow and spit made me incredibly excited. Sometimes she would suck on my testicles, sometimes she would lick around the glans, and every time her tongue brushed against my urethral opening, I would shudder.

Perhaps to vent my frustration, I held her head and kept thrusting in and out. She seemed a little uncomfortable, constantly moaning softly, "Mmm... mmm..." A wave of pleasure washed over me, and I ejaculated all over her mouth. She grabbed a trash can, spat it out, and then rinsed her mouth.

After I finished, I calmed down a lot and said to her, "Sorry, I was too excited." She smiled and said it was okay. I think everyone has a bit of a sadomasochistic streak in their heart! Hehe. Being a little violent with her like this really excited me.

After lying down for a bit, she smiled and said to me, "It's my turn." Then she started licking my whole body, and my hands were also caressing her body, squeezing her breasts, and sometimes my fingers were thrusting in and out of her vagina. She made me turn over and licked my anus. She didn't just lick my anus; sometimes her tongue would quickly lick around my entire butt crack, and sometimes the tip of her tongue would keep probing into my anus. I wondered if her tongue got tired? Because she was licking so fast, which of course gave me even more stimulation.

I was getting aroused again, so I turned over and kept rubbing her clitoris, or I would insert my penis into her vagina. Hearing her crazy moans, I got hard. She took a condom and put it on me with her mouth, then sat on my penis and started moving wildly. Her vagina wasn't as tight as KK's, but probably because of the long caresses, it was incredibly wet.

From beginning to end, she sat on my penis, swaying back and forth. Just before her climax, she leaned against my chest. I felt she was about to come, so I grabbed her buttocks and thrust rapidly many times. She cried out frantically, "Faster, faster, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, let me die…" She was incoherent. When she finally climaxed, I thrust a few more times and ejaculated too.

I lay there thinking, a little afraid KK would find out. It seemed I still cared about her quite a bit. I thought for a long time before finally saying, "KK…" Fina readily agreed, saying, "I won't tell her." I didn't know what to say, so I just chatted with her for a bit and then said I had to leave.

Because of what happened last time when KK went out when I went to see her, I'd become a little distant from her. I didn't seem to smile at her as much, and I didn't visit her as often. This wasn't the outcome I wanted, but I felt a little like running away. KK, on the other hand, contacted me more often than before. I even wondered if she didn't have a job. But the thought that every time I went to "enjoy" her, she might have just been used by someone else made me feel nauseous and extremely uncomfortable.

Perhaps this feeling made me slowly distance myself from her. Our meetings gradually became pitifully infrequent, from three or four times a week to once a week. But KK treated me better and better. Every time I got home, she would help me take off my clothes, hang them up, and prepare food for me. Sometimes I even had the illusion that I was already married to her, a scene I'd seen too many times on TV.

Sometimes when I slept at her house, I would wake up to see her looking at me. I didn't know if she woke up with me, but I felt like she had a lot to say. During that time, I was very confused. I didn't know what I was doing or what I should be doing, but I couldn't leave her. I felt like I had fallen in love with her.

Once, after our climax, she rested her head on my chest and asked, "Do you love me?" I ran my fingers through her hair and said, "Yes, I love you." She said, "You're a good man." Then she said that same Korean phrase again, followed by muttering something to herself, and I fell asleep.

Several times after that, she tentatively inquired about our relationship, but I never gave a direct answer. I always dodged the question, feeling pathetic for wanting to sleep with her but not wanting to commit.

In the third month of our relationship, when I knocked on her door again, Fiona told me that KK had gone back to his country. I was shocked and asked, "What happened?" I initially thought there was a problem with her visa. Fiona invited me in to sit down and said, "Because of you, KK left. You couldn't give her hope, so she forced herself to leave, and she's pregnant. You don't need to try to find her. She only called me once, back in her hometown in South Korea. I don't even know where I am. Don't bother her anymore." Then she gave me a letter.

I opened it and took a look. Although it was written in a mess, I could understand it. The gist was: "My dearest man, I'm sorry I have to leave you. Since I can't see a future for us, I can't choose to stay and waste your time. You should have your own life. You are the best man in the world to me, and I will always remember you." Then it was signed "Yours truly, xxx," her Korean name.

I cried after reading it. Fina then told me, "Actually, KK has been changing for you. She hasn't gone to work for so long. That night, she just went to resign. Resigning is very difficult..." After that, I couldn't hear anything else; all I could think about was her. I'm such a fool...

=== ... I asked a few classmates in South Korea to inquire, but I don't know if they even tried. One even went to South Korea herself, based on her description of her hometown.

To this day, I still don't know how she's doing, whether she's really pregnant with my child. I just want to take responsibility and love her properly, although I don't know if I can completely let go. I've been to Fiona dozens of times, but each time there's no news. Then she left too.

I've placed missing person ads in the South Korean newspapers several times, but she probably won't see them, because I have nothing but her name... As time goes on, I'm starting to have a strange feeling, as if KK never existed, as if she were just a beautiful dream, only her often-repeated "Saranghaeyo" keeps echoing in my ears...

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