World Harmony

Zhencheng is a cross-dresser, and Tingting is his girlfriend, a girl.
One day, they were at Tingting's house, having sex and chatting.
Zhencheng said, "Hanyang and his girlfriend Jiayan both rejected me harshly, I'm so depressed. But I still don't want to give up."
Tingting said, "Jiayan is a real jerk, and she's supposed to be your childhood sweetheart. I won't reject you, okay? Just be my boyfriend, date me, and we'll marry each other and spend the rest of your life together." Zhencheng said, "Right now, I'm just satisfying your lust with my penis because you begged me. But I also have a desire to be fucked. You can understand me, right? Think about it, since you want a boy, and you think a boy is cute, you want to cling to him, let him hug you, let him kiss you, let him take off your clothes, and let him fuck you hard." "In my mind, I feel the same way. Whenever I close my eyes, all I think about is Hanyang. He's so talented and so cool."
Tingting said, "But it's too difficult. Don't tell me he's straight, and he has a very stable girlfriend. Are you going to be a mistress? To break them up, to make them enemies? You can't do something so ruthless. They say cross-dressers are more feminine than girls, and that's what they mean. Only the kindest and gentlest boys become cross-dressers, so you can't learn a woman's ruthlessness." Zhencheng said, "Ugh, I really don't want to break them up. I just want to join them, sleep with them, but..." "Is that alright?"
Tingting said, "You've already asked them, and they told you it's not possible. Hanyang doesn't care about your feelings at all. Jiayan has a pure face and big breasts; even if a girl wanted to replace her, it would be extremely difficult." Zhencheng said, "Help me think of another way."
Tingting said, "Why would I help the boy I like plan a way for him to give himself to someone else? I advise you to give up, and stop being a cross-dresser. Be a good, young boy and love me properly." Zhencheng said, "Sigh, it seems that's all I can do. My dream for life ended before it even began. From now on, I can only be your pet."
Tingting patted Zhencheng's head and smiled, "Good girl." "I'm not unreasonable, you know. From now on, when it's just the two of us, I'll still allow you to wear women's clothes when we make love. After all, you look cuter in women's clothes. When I'm in a good mood, I'll also allow you to wear women's clothes and go on dates with me. These are all negotiable."
Zhencheng pouted and said, "Being treated like a pet by your girlfriend doesn't feel good at all." Tingting smiled sweetly and said, "Just in private. I'll give you face in public, but today it's just the two of us, so what's wrong with you obediently letting me play with you?" At this moment, a third person's voice came from under the bed. It was a more energetic girl's voice, saying,
"Why do you have someone like that as your girlfriend? If your girlfriend isn't always the one who supports you, then you might as well dump her. Did you owe her something in your past life, so you have to be her a pet?" Tingting and Zhencheng were shocked and covered themselves with blankets, looking around.
Tingting's lips trembled as she asked, "Who? Where are you?"
A naked girl crawled out from under the bed—it was Qiuye, Tingting's classmate.
Tingting was both ashamed and angry, her face flushed. "This is my home! How did you get in? What are you up to, hiding under my bed eavesdropping on my boyfriend and me?" This was Tingting's room. Tingting's family was quite wealthy; it was a top-floor duplex with four bedrooms and two living rooms, totaling 301 square meters.
Tingting's room was decorated in a cute style, with pink walls, more elaborate than a typical girl's room.
A pile of plush toys sat on her desk, and the headboard and footboard were high, covered with large, pink, lace-trimmed covers. However, there wasn't a "small roof-like canopy"—Tingting wasn't that extravagant yet.
Tingting wore black stockings, while Zhencheng wore semi-transparent white stockings.
Girls usually don't dare to wear white stockings because they make them look fat, but Zhen Cheng's legs are both slender and round, with beautiful curves, perfect for white stockings, making other girls envious.
Besides that, Tingting wasn't wearing anything else. Zhen Cheng, on the other hand, was wearing a matching white lace bra, and his stockings also had gorgeous lace trim at the top, with garters tied around his waist, pulling up the top of the stockings.
Zhen Cheng also had a gold necklace around his neck. After all, for cute boys, clothes make the man, and Tingting was willing to spend money on her male lover to make herself feel good in bed.
Zhen Cheng's hairstyle was a relatively long short haircut, about chin-length, very thick, completely covering his ears, also known as a "bob haircut." This hairstyle could still be worn by a boy, but it was sweet and cute, and wouldn't look out of place no matter what kind of women's clothing he wore.
When Zhencheng attends school as a boy, he doesn't usually wear hair clips. Now, however, he's wearing a pale yellow hair clip, tucking his right side of his hair behind his ear while leaving his left side hanging naturally, creating an asymmetrical look.
Tingting's hair is shoulder-length, usually adorned with two hair clips, and hangs naturally in the back.
Qiuye, who crawled out from under the bed, is a flat-chested girl, the same age as Tingting.
Tingting's breasts are a normal, well-developed B-cup, while Qiuye's are completely flat, not even an A-cup. She only wears a bra to prevent nipple protrusion; otherwise, she doesn't need one at all.
All three are fifteen years old.
Qiuye is said to be naked, but she is actually wearing socks, which are her only clothing.
She's wearing black, mid-calf student socks, reaching below the knee, covering her entire calf but not the knee, with small embroidered decorations about one centimeter in diameter on the sides.
If we disregard the stockings, this length should be called "long stockings," but because "long stockings" that go above the knee are becoming increasingly common, this length is now called "mid-length stockings."
For some reason, fashion magazines pay little attention to this style, but actually, these black schoolgirl stockings best showcase the youthful charm of underage girls.
On the contrary, Tingting and Zhencheng's long stockings make them look too mature; at least Qiuye herself doesn't like it.
A fifteen-year-old middle school student dressed so brightly that in photos, she'd be indistinguishable from a twenty-five-year-old model—is that a good thing for a middle school student?
Qiuye doesn't want to look ten years older, even though she's only fifteen.
Qiuye's hair is tied up in a high ponytail, the braid not very long. When her hair is down, it's about the same length as Tingting's, just reaching her shoulders; when braided, it only reaches her ears.
The society they live in is quite realistic; it's not easy for cross-dressers to find love.
Ironically, cross-dressers tend to like straight men. This isn't unique to Zhencheng; many gay men try to seduce straight men because they perceive straight men as more masculine.
Of course, this is a paradox from the start, and Zhencheng's predicament isn't easily resolved.
While society doesn't accept cross-dressers, their numbers aren't necessarily small. For example, Zhencheng is just a cute boy at school; no one knows he wears a bra, silk lace-trimmed women's underwear, and sometimes stockings under his trousers.
On his days off, when he dresses as a woman, he's simply seen as a beautiful woman, and again, no one suspects he's a cross-dresser.
After all, society only has two gender identities: male and female. A cross-dresser's appearance is subtly hidden between these two identities, sometimes male, sometimes female, never presenting a middle ground.
There's only one exception: during sex. Then, the exquisite tension of a delicate body and a large penis combined becomes apparent, revealing the true charm of a cross-dresser.
Qiuye likes Zhencheng, but this isn't unusual. Zhencheng usually sports a bob haircut and has a beautiful, well-proportioned face; no girl in the school dislikes him. If Zhencheng asked, most girls would probably agree to sleep with him on the spot, and Qiuye is no exception.
Tingting tries every means to monopolize Zhencheng, but she faces immense pressure. She gave Zhencheng a gold necklace, which he liked but felt embarrassed about, somehow turning into a feeling of "paying off the debt of the gold necklace with her body" to win him over. This wealth is something other female classmates can only dream of.
Qiuye, compared to other girls, is more proactive.
Orphaned and neglected since childhood, she excelled academically, consistently ranking among the top five in her grade, sometimes hovering around third or fifth.
She was a lock-picker, her hobby being breaking into strangers' homes, much like a burglar, meticulously calculating the homeowner's routine. However, she never stole anything, not even the food in the refrigerator, thus never arousing suspicion.
Now, she's so skilled that she often spends the night at other people's houses.
She herself hadn't initially anticipated this; with the real estate bubble so severe, wealthy people were hoarding properties, some families owning over a dozen, many vacant. The high vacancy rate shocked Qiu Ye.
This kind of social practice investigation is something even seasoned journalists would struggle to grasp as deeply as Qiu Ye, given her "personal experience."
Qiu Ye spends only half her time living in her rented basement apartment, and the other half sleeping in vacant houses.
Later, as Qiuye grew increasingly fond of Zhencheng, he couldn't control himself and began stalking her. He used his lock-picking skills at Zhencheng's house, spending entire nights sitting with his knees drawn up in Zhencheng's closet, masturbating beside her with a mixture of excitement and pleasure.
Furthermore, last month Qiuye learned that Tingting had given Zhencheng a gold necklace and had gotten together with her. This became the talk of the town among the girls; it was impossible not to know, though they kept it completely hidden from their teachers and other boys. Qiuye knew
that Zhencheng and Tingting were going to have sex, and he longed to see it. However, Tingting wouldn't come to Zhencheng's house to offer herself; she always took Zhencheng home for sex, since her parents were busy and rarely home. Of course, Zhencheng's family was strict, and she never dared to stay overnight at Tingting's house, only having sex during the day and returning home in the evening.
Qiuye, on the other hand, stayed at Tingting's house night after night.
Only Tingting and an old woman lived in the large four-bedroom, two-living-room house. At any given time, all four rooms or the living room were empty, making it easy for Qiuye to play hide-and-seek with them.
Qiuye had already been staying with Tingting for two weekends, breaking in on Friday nights and leaving at 3 AM on Monday. If there was any live sex, she would masturbate while listening intently; otherwise, she would simply enjoy the air conditioning.
After hearing Qiuye's explanation, Zhencheng and Tingting covered their half-naked and naked bodies with blankets and sheets, huddled in the corner of the bed, their faces deathly pale, their small toes, encased in stockings, clenched tightly in fear.
Tingting said, "Where has the most basic trust between people in society gone? Can anyone still feel even a little bit safe?"
Qiuye laughed and said, "Ninjas like me are very rare, you know. There aren't that many. Usually, you can feel completely safe. Once, I went hungry for two nights and didn't eat anything for a day. You left some biscuits on the table, and I completely resisted touching a single crumb. Because girls are very sensitive. If I even touched the shape of a crumb, you might become suspicious."
Tingting said, "It's like a venomous snake watching me from the shadows, flicking its tongue. It's a nightmare.
To be honest, I really want to faint right now, but I just can't. You might as well stay hidden forever. That way, even though I'm ignorant, I can still live a happier life. Now that you're like this, I won't be able to sleep well for the rest of my life."
Qiuye said, "I just couldn't help it. You think I'm very good to you because I hid under the bed and listened to your moans." "That's going too far! Zhencheng is practically your pet now. Don't you think you're being incredibly mean to him? It wouldn't matter if it were anyone else, but Zhencheng is the boy I love. I want him to be happy, and I want to stand up for him." Turning to Zhencheng, he said, "You don't have to like me, you can be afraid of me, you can hate me, it doesn't matter. I'll only like you. As long as you agree, I'll do everything I can to help you fulfill your dream." Zhencheng's expression gradually returned to normal. He said to Qiuye, "You actually hid at my house. I still have goosebumps all over, but hearing that you're on my side warms my heart. It's such a strange feeling, Qiuye, you're unbelievable."
Qiuye laughed, hands on his hips, "I'm just that unbelievable. Let me help you, okay?" Zhencheng asked, "How?"
Qiuye said, "The first step is to help you break up with this nouveau riche trashy woman." Zhencheng's face paled again. He glanced at Tingting, whose face was dark as she glared at him.
Zhencheng's voice trembled as he asked, "Do I have to break up with Tingting?"
Qiuye said, "Isn't it obvious? Your dream is to be Hanyang's girlfriend, right? Now you're a boy with a girlfriend named Tingting, so how can you easily become Hanyang's girlfriend? Whether you're a boy or a girl, you have to be single first before you can pursue someone else, right? Don't just say yes to anyone who pursues you, or let anyone who gives you a gold necklace go to a prostitute, okay? Dating is an equal relationship, so you just need to say a few words to that lousy woman, 'I want to break up with you.' Isn't that enough?" Zhencheng glanced at Tingting, who growled like a female leopard and whispered to him, "Really?" Zhencheng was startled.
Tingting then said to Qiuye, "Is your face a vagina or a mouth? How can you talk like that? My relationship with Zhencheng is normal, how could it be considered prostitution?"
Qiuye said, "You give him expensive gifts in exchange for letting you play with his body, that's buying flesh with money. Hehe, do I really have to explain it so clearly? Don't you understand how you got him?" Tingting's momentum weakened a bit, and she muttered, "At most, this is considered being kept." Qiuye said, "It's just a difference between retail and wholesale, piecework and clock-in/out, data usage and monthly subscription. Wow, charging by semen usage might be a more efficient business model in the internet age, boss lady, do you want to consider it?"
Tingting was furious, and disregarding that she was naked, she rushed up and slapped Qiuye across the face. The "smack" was loud and crisp, making Qiuye's face turn to the right.
When Qiu Ye turned her face, she gritted her teeth and fiercely fought back. With her dark skin and large eyes, her anger, when serious, actually made her look rather adorable, unlike her previous carefree expression which seemed overly mature.
In the blink of an eye, the two naked girls were huddled together, pulling each other's hair, trying to slap each other's faces, and kneeing each other in the stomach. Their youthful bodies sweated profusely in the air-conditioned room.
Tingting, who had been shy earlier, was no longer afraid. Thinking back, she found herself ridiculous. This girl was also naked, and a classmate at that; why had she insisted on covering her breasts and acting weak?
Remembering that she was the official girlfriend, Tingting felt she should teach the other woman a lesson. Ignoring the violent jiggle of her breasts in the air, she reached out to poke Qiu Ye's eyes, but Qiu Ye pulled her pubic hair, causing her great pain.
Tingting cried out and looked down to pull Qiuye's pubic hair, but saw that Qiuye was a late bloomer; although she was fifteen, her pubic hair was still sparse, which was really too much of a rip-off.
Qiuye chuckled and reached out to scratch Tingting's face with her long fingernails. Zhencheng saw that if she got scratched, she would be disfigured, so she quickly stopped her.
Qiuye said, "Don't worry about us, I'll take care of her in no time." Zhencheng grabbed her hand, suppressing her struggle, and said, "Stop fighting, don't fight for me." Taking advantage of this opportunity, Tingting pushed Qiuye down, straddled her, and tried to scratch her face with her fingernails as well. Zhencheng then grabbed Tingting's wrists.
If it were a stronger boy or a slightly more docile girl, holding two girls' wrists with both hands might have stopped the fight. But Zhencheng couldn't hold on. He could hold Tingting's wrists with both hands, but when he held one in each hand, he was bounced away.
He sat to one side, his mind racing. Thinking of finding Tingting's weakness, he circled behind her and thrust his penis into her anus.
Before Qiuye appeared, Zhencheng had been fucking Tingting's anus, so his penis still had plenty of lubricant. Tingting's anus was slightly open, and he shoved it in deeply in one go.
This trick worked better than anything else; Tingting immediately went limp, frowning and saying, "No, stop it," unable to hold back Qiuye.
Qiuye was exerting all his strength, his thin arms bulging with slender muscles, and he flipped both Tingting and Zhencheng over.
Zhencheng fell off the bed, his buttocks aching, but luckily there was a thick carpet underneath. He saw stars, and after a moment of confusion, he struggled to open his eyes, only to see that this time Qiuye was riding Tingting.
It was a perfectly standard and beautiful woman-on-top position, but Qiu Ye's hands were forcefully choking Tingting's neck, causing Tingting's eyes to roll back, and it looked like she was about to die.
Clearly, Qiu Ye was still an underage teenager, immature and unable to control her emotions.
Zhen Cheng knew she was the only one who could stop the tragedy. Tingting's mother had already sent Tingting away; after all, Tingting couldn't allow her mother to eavesdrop on her boyfriend's sexual encounters through the bedroom door.
Zhen Cheng rushed onto the bed, this time behind Qiu Ye, and, holding her penis, aimed it at her tightly closed anus, thrusting in forcefully like a drill.
Although Qiu Ye's body was leaning forward, exposing both her penis and vagina, she could choose either, but Zhen Cheng, being thoughtful and considerate, thought that using a penis pulled from the anus to penetrate Qiu Ye's vagina was too unhygienic and might give her gynecological problems, so she aimed at the anus instead.
This attack was ten times more powerful than with Tingting, because Qiu Ye's anus was still a virgin and without any lubrication.
Moreover, fearing he couldn't stop Qiuye, Zhencheng reached around to her chest and pinched her nipples, kissing her earlobe.
Even the valiant Qiuye couldn't resist being conquered like this by the boy she liked, letting out a soft moan and letting go.
Having her anus so roughly deflowered was incredibly painful, but Tingting didn't know or even imagine it. Having narrowly escaped death, Tingting caught her breath, watching her rival straddling her, seemingly enjoying her boyfriend, her eyes bloodshot. She screamed, exerting all her strength, and pushed them both off the bed.
Zhencheng clung tightly to Qiuye, not separating as they fell, the subtle shift in their bodies making his penis ache as if it were about to break.
Tingting also jumped off the bed, trying to kick Qiuye's face. Qiuye's eyes were closed, unaware of the danger. Zhencheng could only endure the excruciating pain in his penis and laboriously reach out to grab Tingting's ankle.
Tingting lost her balance and was pulled to the ground, collapsing onto Qiuye. The three sweaty, youthful bodies were once again piled together, a sensual, fleshy mess.
Tingting, panting, tried to pull Qiuye's hair, but Zhencheng grabbed her upper arm and dragged her in front of him, kissing her lips. She lost her strength again.
Zhencheng was fucking Qiuye's anus while kissing Tingting's tongue, his left hand kneading Qiuye's nipples, his right hand gripping Tingting's upper arm. Finally, he managed to calm the two girls down.
Qiuye, with her anus being fucked, gradually felt the pain lessen and began to feel comfortable.
Physically, she felt bliss, but once her mind calmed down, she felt extreme regret.
As a stalker, she was prepared for boys to dislike her, but fighting in front of the boy she liked, and then being painstakingly stopped by him, had caused Zhencheng so much trouble.
Because her family was poor, and she had dark skin and a flat chest, although she was actually pretty, she rarely received attention from boys. Since her sexual awakening, she has always satisfied her desires by picking locks and spying, developing a sexual fetish of watching others have sex while secretly masturbating naked with her mouth covered.
Therefore, to this day, all three of her vaginas are virgins, except for her anus, which was the first to be deflowered. This surprised her greatly, as it was different from her usual observer mode, and it felt like her worldview was about to change.
Like all girls, the first time she was penetrated, her worldview was altered; virgins and non-virgins were two different species.
She hadn't expected any intimate contact with Zhencheng. In the past, when she spyed on other boys, she had fantasized about marrying them, but after many disillusionments, she knew it was unrealistic.
In the past, she tried not to tell boys about her spying, but they disliked her dark skin; if she told a boy she liked about her spying, it would definitely scare him away, or even lead to the police.
Fortunately, the police wouldn't bother a middle school girl with such a trivial matter that didn't involve money.
Because of this experience, she never expected Zhencheng to sleep with her from the beginning. She only felt that Zhencheng, like herself, was a pitiful marginal person who could only long for the object of her love but never reach it. Saying she wanted to stand up for Zhencheng was her true feeling, which is why she stood up and criticized Tingting.
Even if Qiuye didn't do it today, she would have done it sooner or later, because Tingting's manipulation of Zhencheng was too much, and Qiuye had seen every detail every day. Okay, although the manipulated Zhencheng was cute, and Qiuye felt hot and aroused every day, Qiuye ultimately wouldn't stand idly by.
At first, Qiuye was relatively calm when fighting with Tingting, but after being slept with by Zhencheng, she panicked because he was the first boy to sleep with her. She started to feel anxious and insecure like a normal girl in love, worried that she had caused Zhencheng too much trouble. She desperately wanted to think of a way to make amends.
At the same time, Tingting was also regretting her actions.
Half of Tingting's regret was the same as Qiuye's. Any normal girl would be jealous and furious, wanting to kill her rival, but she would also be mindful of her good image in front of the boy. This time, due to a moment of impulsiveness, she lost control and ruined her good image.
Not only that, but the other half of Tingting's regret was that she felt Qiuye's accusations were correct. She felt that using her parents' money to conquer and manipulate the boy she liked was definitely wrong, very wrong.
Zhencheng was a very cute boy, and Tingting and other girls liked him and wanted to sleep with him.
However, just like Zhencheng's desire for Hanyang was always in vain, the girls around him knew that Zhencheng was an impenetrable fortress. After all, he was deeply gay. How could a girl get him into bed and into her vagina?
Tingting also tried many methods of pursuing him, both overt and covert, but Zhencheng didn't even glance at her.
Being shameless wasn't Tingting's forte. Things like shouting "Zhencheng, I love you, I want you to fuck me!" through a megaphone on the playground, or stripping naked in front of Zhencheng in class and confessing her love, some girls actually did such provocative things. Tingting was incredibly nervous at the time; what if they used those tactics to steal Zhencheng away? Luckily, Zhencheng rejected them, and Tingting breathed a sigh of relief.
Tingting couldn't do those things. What other options did she have?
She was desperate, so she resorted to giving him designer clothes and a gold necklace, and unexpectedly, Zhencheng fell for it. After all, cross-dressing was what he liked.
But using this to buy Zhencheng's love—no, actually just buying his body—made Tingting feel uneasy; it felt very wrong.
She wanted to marry Zhencheng and grow old together, but if it was this kind of relationship for the rest of her life, Tingting wouldn't be willing.
She had always wanted to change, but if she invested less money or didn't adopt the assertive attitude of a sugar daddy/sugar baby, she worried about losing Zhencheng.
Winning his heart was too difficult; spending money was easier. One path was right but difficult, the other was evil but easy. Tingting was sinking deeper and deeper into the easy path, and she was in great pain.
Now that the commotion was over, she calmed down and, while kissing her lover, pondered how to treat Zhencheng better. She wanted to walk that right but difficult path again and pursue that pure love openly and honestly.
Just then, the doorbell rang. All three of them panicked.
Qiuye said, "Didn't you send your housekeeper away? She won't be back until dark." Tingting said loudly, "You don't need to show off how well you know my family, okay? I was just starting to think about making up with you. Hmm, the housekeeper has a key, she probably won't ring the doorbell. Someone else must have come." She put on her pajamas without underwear, went to the door, looked through the peephole, and then shrank back as if she had been electrocuted.
At this moment, Qiuye and Zhencheng also entered the living room, frantically putting on their clothes.
Tingting whispered, "It's Jiayan! Why is Jiayan at my house? I've never spoken to her in two and a half years of junior high. What does she want?"
Jiayan is Hanyang's girlfriend and Zhencheng's childhood sweetheart. Hanyang is Zhencheng's dream lover, a cute and focused boy. Zhencheng
said, "She asked me what my plans were for today, and I told her I was coming to your house for a date. She asked for your address, and I gave it to her." Tingting
stomped her foot and said, "She's your rival! How could you be so unguarded with her?" Zhencheng said, "But she's also my friend."
Qiuye held her head helplessly and said, "Even if she's not a rival but a friend, you shouldn't tolerate this kind of behavior—knowing you're on a date and still bothering you."
Tingting glared at Qiuye and said, "Knowing someone's on a date and still insisting on disturbing them—are you talking about yourself?" At this moment, outside the door... A silvery laugh rang out, saying, "So Zhencheng and Tingting are both here." Tingting called out to the door, "You're not welcome. Leave."
Jiayan outside said, "I have something important to say."
Tingting asked, "What is it?"
Jiayan replied, "It's hard to say in the hallway."
Tingting said, "No one's forcing you to say it. If you don't want to, just leave. Stop being so mysterious." Jiayan said, "Okay, I'll tell you then."
Zhencheng asked with concern, "Is it very important?"
Jiayan said, "It's about touching Hanyang's prostate."
These words were like a bombshell, knocking down the three people inside.
Upon hearing "Hanyang's prostate," Zhencheng's eyes widened, and she rushed to open the door.
Jiayan walked in, blushing, took off her shoes, and sat down on the living room sofa.
Zhencheng sat down on the sofa, leaned forward, and asked Jiayan, "What's wrong? Is Hanyang sick?" Jiayan smiled shyly and said, "No, I wanted to explore new ways to play with Hanyang, and I remembered what you said before about a boy having a particularly great pleasure center, the prostate. But I don't know how to touch the prostate. The internet says that most people touch it wrong. If I just randomly stick my fingers into his anus to practice, he'll definitely get angry. Other boys would never agree to that. I thought you and I are quite close, and you're quite knowledgeable about this kind of thing, so I wanted to borrow your anus, and... and your prostate, to experience and practice how to touch it, and what the correct way to touch it is. After all, I don't have that organ myself, so I can't practice with my own anus."
Qiuye and Tingting, sitting to the side, were already furious, their eyes bulging with rage. Finally remembering that they had just fought, they dared not show their fierce side in front of the boy they liked.
Tingting's voice trembled, her face twitched, and she sneered, "You're afraid Hanyang will be angry, but aren't you afraid Zhencheng will be angry?"
Jiayan grinned and said, "Zhencheng won't be angry, right?"
Zhencheng lowered her head and said, "If my body can be of any use to Hanyang, I'll be very happy." Tingting said, "Zhencheng, you should be angry. This big-breasted bitch pretending to be innocent is just using you." Jiayan pitifully said to Zhencheng, "All the girls ostracize me just because I'm gentler to boys and my breasts are a little more developed. Is that fair? Luckily, you understand me." Zhencheng lowered her head and said, "No, no problem."
Tingting's face turned blue, and she looked at Qiuye for help.
Qiuye, however, had calmed down and said, "It's useless to just experiment on Zhencheng." Jiayan asked, "Why?"
Qiuye said, "Because that's a pleasure only homosexuals experience. Boys' fingers are different from girls' fingers."
Jiayan said, "Boys' fingers can be as delicate as Zhencheng's, absolutely no different from yours or mine."
Qiuye said, "Because the feeling of being played with by someone of the same sex is different; you can't replace that." Jiayan said skeptically, "How can that be?"
Qiuye laughed heartily and said, "You'll know once you experience it." She pounced on Jiayan and pinned her down.
Tingting understood immediately and also knelt down, lifted Jiayan's skirt, and began to tear off her white lace panties.
Jiayan was horrified and cried, "Zhencheng, save me!"
Zhencheng quickly grabbed Qiuye's wrist to stop her rape.
Qiuye said, "We just want Jiayan to experience the feeling of homosexuality." These words accurately struck a nerve with Zhencheng.
Zhencheng released Qiuye, sat back on the sofa, and said earnestly, "Homosexuality is really great, Jiayan, I've always wanted to tell you. Don't resist, just enjoy it." Qiuye pinned Jiayan down, and Tingting peeled off Jiayan's clothes one by one.
At the same time, Qiuye kissed Jiayan, forcibly sticking his tongue into her mouth.
Jiayan's eyes widened. Qiuye's tongue technique was clumsy, but it gave her a different kind of heart-pounding feeling, and she struggled much less.
Tingting stripped Jiayan naked, not even sparing her socks and hair clips.
Jiayan had smooth, straight black hair that usually reached her waist, but now half of it was scattered on the sofa and half on the carpet.
Her breasts were large, already a D cup before high school, and they were high and firm, with large areolas that were the same curved shape as her breasts, smooth and beautiful. Yet she was very light and thin, with three or four ribs clearly visible, as if all the fat in her body was concentrated in her chest.
Girls like this are natural-born sexy models, targets for talent scouts. Jia Yan herself had been approached by talent scouts several times, but she refused because she wanted to be an ordinary girl.
Tingting then ruthlessly stripped Qiu Ye naked, letting down her ponytail, and then took off her own clothes, leaving only her stockings. She felt she had retained a little more dignity than the other two girls.
Qiu Ye, however, didn't care about Tingting's little schemes and cooperated with her undressing, focusing on being intimate with Jia Yan. She earnestly licked Jia Yan's teeth, making Jia Yan make flustered "uh, uh" sounds. Their saliva dripped down their chins onto Jia Yan's neck.
At the same time, Qiu Ye forcefully pressed her flat chest against Jia Yan's large breasts, both girls' nipples hardening against each other's tender skin.
After Tingting removed the three girls' clothes, she reached between Jia Yan's legs, playing with her thick labia. She was surprised that Jia Yan, despite her slender figure, had such a mature and plump vulva. In jealousy, she deeply inserted two fingers.
Jia Yan's juices were already flowing freely, and Tingting's fingers entered without difficulty.
Jia Yan was actually the most sexually experienced of the three girls, having already had four boyfriends; her current boyfriend, Hanyang, was the fourth. However, she found the simple, clumsy kissing and clitoral stimulation somewhat overwhelming, and began to roll her eyes.
Qiu Ye's body and Tingting's hands seemed to possess an extra heat, making her feel incredibly hot, hotter than when she was with any boy, her heart pounding, and her temples throbbing.
In contrast, Qiu Ye, still a virgin in all three orifices, was experiencing an even greater shock, only managing to sustain her assault through the willpower to please her lover. After all, the willpower brought by a young girl's love is immense.
Qiu Ye felt the soft sensation against her chest like a bottomless pit, about to suck her in. Jia Yan's saliva also smelled foul, but beneath the stench was a strange, alluring fragrance that made Qiu Ye dizzy.
Soon, Qiu Ye couldn't kiss her anymore. He pulled away from Jia Yan's lips and they sat face-to-face, panting heavily. Both women had flushed faces and moist eyes, gazing at each other's reflections of their own allure.
Tingting saw an opportunity, pushed Qiu Ye away, climbed onto the sofa, and sat on Jia Yan's face, wiggling her hips while kneading Jia Yan's breasts.
Jia Yan was overwhelmed by the scent of Tingting's genitals and didn't actively lick them, simply letting Tingting's labia rub against her nose and mouth, smearing her face with vaginal fluid.
Qiu Ye knelt on the sofa, his eyes somewhat dazed, and parted Jia Yan's thighs, staring at her vulva for a while before reaching out to pinch it.
Before he could pinch a few times, Jia Yan suddenly arched her back, leaping 10 centimeters off the sofa, her abdomen spasming, revealing a hint of her abs. Her toes curled up, and a storm erupted from her vulva, spraying Qiu Ye's face. Qiu Ye's hair was soaked and stuck to his temples.
Qiu Ye touched the corner of his mouth with his right hand, then licked his fingers in a daze. After hesitating for a moment, he finally parted Jia Yan's labia and licked the girl's most precious place.
Zhen Cheng sat on the other sofa, took out his erect penis from his pants, gently grasped it, lifted his shirt, played with his nipples, and watched happily.
Some might say, why not join in the three naked girls' passionate lovemaking and make them all beg for mercy? After all, Zhen Cheng wasn't impotent; his penis was thick and straight, engorged and taut, almost painfully so.
Actually, Zhen Cheng wasn't born gay. Some say that homosexuality is caused by a special homosexual gene, but that's not the case in Zhen Cheng's case.
When he first started puberty and his heart began to stir, Zhen Cheng really liked girls. At that time, he and Jia Yan were childhood friends, but they never became boyfriend and girlfriend and never had sex. Jia Yan would just give Zhen Cheng her worn bras, skirts, and stockings so he could touch and smell them while masturbating.
Soon, that wasn't enough. Zhencheng became fond of lesbian films, which featured more and more beautiful women.
Before long, he became interested in the concept of homosexuality, believing that lesbian women were more beautiful than other girls and that they experienced greater pleasure when engaging in sexual acts with other women.
One day, Zhencheng wondered: what if he were a gay man? Would he experience even greater pleasure?
Teenage boys, driven by the desire for greater pleasure, would dare to dream of anything. The more he pondered this, the more he felt that being with other boys would be especially wonderful, and he finally lost interest in girls.
Or rather, he was still quite interested in lesbian women, but didn't want any physical intimacy with them.
Jiayan had told him that what he was experiencing was a kind of "suspension bridge effect"—that is, when someone is nervously crossing a suspension bridge, their heart rate involuntarily increases. If they happen to meet a woman at that moment, they might mistakenly believe that this woman is their soulmate and develop feelings for her. She said that deep down, Zhencheng felt that homosexuality was abnormal, which was why his heart raced so much.
Zhencheng thought this made sense, but his feelings were already irreversible.
He diligently dressed as a cross-dresser, wearing the stockings Jiayan gave him, and practicing anal penetration with a plastic rod every day. Now, he only wanted to marry a boy who liked him and have sex with that boy every day, keeping his sights on Hanyang.
Hanyang was slightly less cute than Zhencheng, but he was straight and had a very focused hobby, making him more popular with girls than Zhencheng.
Hanyang's hobby was art. He had been painting since childhood and was already quite accomplished. His art teachers said he could be admitted to the art academy without taking the entrance exam after graduating from high school, or even graduate early, since he already had works that won awards in formal competitions, and his best painting had sold for 200,000 yuan.
Jiayan, with her gentleness and large breasts, had defeated the other girls and was now Hanyang's official girlfriend, sometimes revealing information to Zhencheng.
She said that Hanyang didn't really care about his girlfriend; he just used her as a sex toy to release his sexual desires. After he pulled out, he would ignore her and only focus on painting. But that cool, focused look made Jiayan love him to death.
Hanyang was a physiologically normal straight boy who would have sex with Jiayan two or three times a day, in different positions. Every day, Jiayan would use her body to satisfy his sexual desires when she lay down, and after getting up, she would help clean his studio. She would walk around naked in front of him, and he didn't care at all.
Zhencheng, like any curious person, asked Jiayan if she often modeled for Hanyang.
Jiayan said that Hanyang was already so familiar with the female body that he could draw it from memory, after all, he had been drawing nudes since kindergarten until he was sick of it. Now, he only occasionally asked Jiayan to be his model when he needed to draw hands, feet, or spines—parts that were a bit more complicated.
Being a model like that felt like a butterfly being pinned to a wooden frame as a specimen. Her boyfriend only looked at the geometric shape of her feet and didn't care about her feelings at all; there was nothing erotic about it.
After the storm, Jia Yan was limp and panting heavily.
Qiu Ye and Ting Ting, their eyes glazed over, were still sitting with their legs crossed, leaning back with their right hands and supporting themselves with their left hands, thrusting their hips and grinding their vulvas together. They had momentarily forgotten their initial purpose and were deeply immersed in the pleasure of their bodies.
Jia Yan, her large breasts heaving, whispered, "I never imagined, I never imagined being gay would feel like this. I'm still so hot all over, I've never felt this hot before. Zhen Cheng, you're amazing." Zhen Cheng laughed and said, "It's not my fault, it's because you guys are amazing, right?" Jia Yan smiled brightly and said, "I don't care about the prostate or anything, I got something more precious today."
Zhen Cheng said, "Don't you need to explain things to Han Yang?"
Jia Yan laughed and said, "I'm breaking up with him."
At this moment, Qiu Ye and Ting Ting also let out seductive moans, exhausted from their orgasms. Hearing Jia Yan's declaration, they turned their heads together.
Qiuye said, "Really?"
Tingting said, "No way, the effect is that good? It's just a momentary impulse, right?" Jiayan clutched her chest and said, "It's really not a momentary impulse. I don't think I've ever been this calm before. What's going on?" Turning to Qiuye and Tingting, she said, "Don't you guys feel this way?" Tingting lowered her head to feel it, then looked up and said, "Really! This feeling, it's like my mind is very clear, a very cool feeling. What's going on?"
Qiuye said, "Me too. I had this feeling before I started developing, but after my nipples started to get bigger, I never felt it again until today. This is probably the feeling after sexual desire is completely released and satisfied."
Jiayan said, "Yes. Now I really feel that boys don't matter anymore. Usually, I have to work hard to get boys to fuck me hard, to please boys, even if it's just to get them to steal a glance at my breasts. My mind is full of this every day, there's no room for anything else. My studies..." My grades dropped, and my mom and teachers scolded me harshly, saying I only cared about growing breasts and not brains. I felt so wronged. Looking back, it was because my sexual desire had never been properly satisfied. Even if a cute boy like Hanyang with a big dick fucked me three times a day, I couldn't clear my head for a moment. It was like I was having a continuous lewd dream. I only woke up from the lewd dream today. This is probably what they call the state of enlightenment. It feels like a lifetime ago. Tingting said, "Jiayan, you're so eloquent. You said everything I wanted to say. I used to look down on you and thought you were a slut, but today I realized you're very talented."
Jiayan smiled bitterly and said, "I also said that if you hadn't helped me satisfy my sexual desire, my mind would have been unclear. How could I have thought so logically?"
Qiuye crawled over on all fours and knelt down at Zhencheng's feet. She looked up at Zhencheng guiltily and said, "I'm sorry, Zhencheng. I've discovered a serious problem. I'm sorry." Tingting's body trembled, and she also showed a worried expression.
Zhencheng chuckled and said, "What's wrong now?"
Qiuye said softly, "I'm not so crazy about you anymore. I used to be a slave to hormones, which is why I wanted to spy on you every day. Now I don't have that desire anymore." Tingting nodded and said, "Me too. Now when I think about the gold necklace I gave you, I feel a little reluctant to part with it." Zhencheng laughed and said, "Isn't that perfect? What I want is for Hanyang to love me." Qiuye also smiled and said, "It's good that you forgive us. Now the obstacles to Hanyang's life have been cleared. Tingting broke up with you, and Jiayan broke up with Hanyang. As a friend, I will help you." Jiayan laughed and said, "Of course, I will too."
Tingting nodded vigorously.
The next day at school, Zhencheng noticed that Hanyang's complexion had become very bad. It seemed that Jiayan had broken up with him.
In the following days, Hanyang showed more and more signs of unhappiness. Two weeks later, his hair became very long, messy, and oily, and he had a strong body odor. He still hadn't found a new girlfriend.
Qiuye whispered to Zhencheng, "Our plan has worked. The time is right. Let's confess again."
Zhencheng asked with heartache, "What did you do to him?"
Qiuye laughed, "Hehe, it's a secret."
Zhencheng dressed in women's clothing, styled her hair, and went to Hanyang's house. She timidly asked him, "I... I'm here again.
Can I have another chance to stay by your side?" Hanyang said irritably, "Whatever. Let me make this clear first, I won't have sex with you. If you come to me wanting to serve me, that's your choice." Zhencheng was overjoyed
and nodded vigorously, saying, "No problem, I'm willing. Thank you for allowing me to take care of you." Hanyang lived alone in a fairly large rented room.
He wasn't short of money, but he lacked care from his family. His family wanted him to become a civil servant and pursue a career in government, teaching him from a young age how to deal with superiors and subordinates, which he hated.
Going out to study painting was a break with his family, and even though he excelled at it, his parents no longer accepted him.
Art has become his sole source of spiritual support, enabling him to achieve a level of focus uncommon among ordinary people. He is constantly troubled by his stagnant painting skills and harbors a cynical outlook on life.
Jia Yan once told Zhen Cheng that someone like Han Yang would find it difficult to learn to love others; Han Yang has closed himself off emotionally, making him both strong and vulnerable.
Zhen Cheng, on the other hand, grew up in a tolerant and happy environment. When his parents discovered he secretly wore stockings, they didn't scold or ridicule him at all; instead, they encouraged him to explore his body and mind further.
They told him that during his six years of adolescence, the most important things were to do three things: learn how to acquire knowledge and organize his thoughts, learn to be an upright and ambitious person, and learn to make love in the way that suits him best, to penetrate the body of the person he likes.
After discussing his sexuality with his parents, they added that "learning to let the person you like penetrate your body" is equally important.
Therefore, Zhen Cheng possesses a pure and confident aura that captivates girls like Qiu Ye and Ting Ting. Even though Qiu Ye and Ting Ting are lesbians, they are still willing to remain good friends with Zhen Cheng.
Moving into the boy's house to live together was fully approved by her parents. As Zhencheng's mother said, "If you were living with a girl, we would have to remind you to be careful about contraception, but if you're living with a boy, there won't be any problem at all, hehe."
After living together for two days, Zhencheng managed to get information out of Hanyang about his experiences over the past two weeks, and she also questioned Qiuye and Jiayan.
It turned out that after Jiayan became aware of her homosexuality, she broke up with Hanyang the very day she returned home. At that time, Hanyang hadn't had sex for eighteen hours, and he had originally planned to push Jiayan down at the door as soon as she got back. Unexpectedly, Jiayan turned around and left, not even allowing her to have sex as a breakup.
Later, Jiayan said, "Once I came to my senses and wasn't attracted to Hanyang's face and body, I realized that he was both obsessive and cold, and didn't love me at all. I felt disgusted even if I spoke to him." In fact, Jiayan spread these bad rumors among the girls, and within a day or two, everyone knew about it, while all the boys and teachers were kept in the dark, including Zhencheng.
Although the girls were all jealous and disgusted with Jiayan, Qiuye cleverly steered their emotions towards the idea that "even a promiscuous slut like Jiayan couldn't stand Hanyang; artists are truly extraordinary perverts."
Tingting even gave expensive shoes to several popular girls, organizing them into her group. No matter who Hanyang asked to satisfy his sexual desires, whoever agreed would be bullied by the other girls.
This was essentially the treatment Jiayan had always received, but not everyone possessed Jiayan's naturally indifferent personality. Ordinary girls feared being ostracized, and no one dared approach Hanyang anymore.
Hanyang had long been accustomed to having a sex toy by his side to satisfy his sexual urges, allowing him to focus more intently on color and composition. Even girls would feel uncomfortable if they didn't have sex for 18 hours, let alone two weeks of masturbation alone.
Driven by pent-up lust, his mind and body became a mess. When Zhencheng learned the truth, she was both amused and exasperated. Should she be moved or reprimanded for the girls' enthusiastic support?
However, she also understood that even if the girls hadn't avoided Hanyang, his situation wouldn't have been good. Zhencheng knew she had to step forward, not only to provide Hanyang with a sex object, but more importantly, to give him true happiness, the most beautiful love of his youth.
Zhencheng and Hanyang moved in together.
Hanyang's apartment was a three-bedroom, one-living-room unit, nicely decorated, but completely covered in paint, even the ceiling was stained with various colors. The windows hadn't been opened for years, and the stench of paint was suffocating Zhencheng.
Jiayan, in such an environment, could still make love to Hanyang without even realizing it—truly a naive character.
Zhencheng put on work clothes and repainted the walls and ceiling white. The money for the white paint came from Hanyang's money; Hanyang never cared about accounting, and his finances were a mess. Was this what they meant by "starting hard work by painting walls"?
Zhencheng dragged Hanyang to take a shower.
Hanyang was initially resistant, thinking Zhencheng wanted to take off her pants and have sex with him, but Zhencheng forcefully poured a bucket of water over Hanyang's head and then washed his hair in the living room. Hanyang realized Zhencheng just wanted to bathe him and became as compliant as a puppy.
Zhencheng meticulously applied soap even to Hanyang's anus and between his toes, and even peeled back his foreskin to wash him. Hanyang
's skin was smooth and delicate, his pale complexion somewhat sickly, making him appear pitiful.
During the shower, Hanyang's penis remained limp, while Zhencheng's was rock hard, yet she desperately tried to suppress her lust.
After that, Hanyang felt comfortable going to the bathroom every day to let Zhencheng undress and shower normally. Hanyang lazily let Zhencheng do whatever she wanted to him, not even glancing at her.
The more he did this, the more devoted Zhencheng became, just like all of Hanyang's previous girlfriends.
Normally, Zhencheng wears a cute floral dress with lace trim, cooks for Hanyang, and happily watches him eat. She forbids him from drinking beer, and since he has delicious food every day, his need for beer isn't as strong.
They sleep separately at night, and Zhencheng often can't sleep. She gently touches her penis, tossing and turning until the early hours of the morning, unable to resist getting up to check on the sleeping Hanyang. She lifts his blanket and stares longingly at the half-erect bulge in his underwear.
Unfortunately, it's just a natural physiological phenomenon, not an erection for Zhencheng.
Zhencheng secretly masturbates twice a day in the bathroom to control her sexual desires, while Hanyang, having no girlfriend, also relies on masturbation to release his urges, ejaculating indiscriminately throughout the house.
Zhencheng follows behind to clean up. Although Hanyang's unruly behavior causes him a lot of trouble, Zhencheng is still happy because Hanyang ejaculates on the windows, stove, and table. While cleaning, Zhencheng can lick the semen, closing her eyes to savor the sweet and salty taste, using it to nourish her love.
Hanyang, however, wasn't happy. After all, masturbation alone without a woman was painful, not to mention he had to be careful not to be dragged down the wrong path by a cross-dresser.
He couldn't see a single person around him who understood art, no one who understood him. His inspiration dwindled, his mood worsened. Half a month after Zhencheng moved in, Hanyang felt he was beginning to understand why Van Gogh committed suicide.
He couldn't see Zhencheng, his teachers and classmates, he couldn't see himself; he could only see paintings. But gradually, even the paintings became unclear. Yet, an unusually clear voice within him told him that in five days, or even three, he would be detached from this world, utterly sinking into nothingness.
This was the inner world of an artist.
One day, Hanyang saw a painting on Zhencheng's desk.
It wasn't Hanyang's painting; it depicted a strangely shaped three-dimensional form, outlined with simple, rough light and shadow, yet perfectly rendered. The form was cylindrical, topped with a cone, but curved at a specific angle, the cone's apex and base having rounded contours.
The base was slightly larger than a cylinder, resembling a hat, but the top had a very long slit. The length of that slit was abnormal; it shouldn't be that long. Yet, that length was exceptionally beautiful, breathtaking.
"Huh, what is this?" Hanyang asked himself. How did he know the proper length of that slit?
Looking again at Zhencheng's desk, there were more than a dozen pencil sketches, all drawings of this geometric shape from different angles. Upon seeing those sketches, Hanyang immediately understood.
Zhencheng had drawn a penis, and the urethra was exceptionally long, much longer than Hanyang's own.
Just then, Zhencheng came in and saw Hanyang looking at the drawing of a penis. She rushed in, her face flushed, and stopped him, saying, "Don't look."
Hanyang pondered for a moment and said, "Where did this come from? Don't tell me you drew it yourself." Zhencheng lowered her head and whispered, "I drew it myself."
Hanyang said, "Impossible! The light and shadow, the form, the proportions and the power—this is exactly what I wanted. I've been studying it for ten years, and I've been stuck at this bottleneck for over two months, still completely clueless. Yet you can draw the effect I wanted? Are you a hidden master? Don't be ridiculous. Who is this?" "Drawn?" Zhencheng said aggrievedly, "Yes, I drew it, and it's not as good as you say at all. I just drew my own penis exactly as it is. I really wanted to draw your penis, but I didn't dare to ask you, didn't dare to ask you to take off your pants so I could draw it."
Hanyang said, "Is your urethra that long?" Zhencheng
said, "Yes."
Hanyang said, "I don't believe you, show me."
Zhencheng lifted her skirt, took off her underwear, and held up her penis for Hanyang to see. Because the boy she liked was looking at her, her penis was visibly engorged and erect.
If it were the usual Hanyang, he would have frowned and avoided it in disgust, but what was in front of him now was not an ugly symbol of homosexuality, but the blueprint of a mysterious work of art, its shape and color both regular and irregular.
With a focus and professional eye that ordinary people could not possibly have, he absorbed every visual detail of this geometric shape into his mind.
A minute later, he stood up, pulled Zhencheng along, and said, "Come to the studio, I want to sketch." In the studio, Zhencheng sat timidly on a high stool, lifted her skirt, covered her flat chest with her hands, and pulled down her underwear, which hung on her left thigh, exposing her thick penis—a penis that even an AV actor wouldn't be ashamed of—to Hanyang's eyes. Hanyang quickly began sketching on the canvas, pinning several drawings of Zhencheng's penis around the edges.
When Hanyang leaned closer to examine it, his warm breath would fall on Zhencheng's penis.
Although Zhencheng was willing to offer her body to Hanyang, this situation still made her instinctively shy; her thighs were almost trembling, but she was only holding back for her lover.
Zhencheng had only been learning to paint to get closer to her lover, and had only studied for two or three months.
However, the penis was Hanyang's weak point. As a staunchly straight man, Hanyang had never seriously observed a penis, much less painted one, and no masterpiece had ever shown him its beauty.
Although Zhencheng's painting skills are not high, his strength lies in the pure and flawless brushstrokes, which unreservedly display his desires on the paper. Such works are not masterpieces, but artists need such works to inspire them, just as Picasso paid special attention to the rough sculptures of African tribes.
As Hanyang drew, his skills improved, and he quickly absorbed the inspiration Zhencheng had given him. It was like a wide, long new road unfolding before him, and he was running on it with all his might.
Finally, Hanyang realized the connection between the penis and the entire human body. He looked up at Zhencheng's entire body and froze.
Zhencheng was wearing a sky-blue dress with a short-sleeved shirt over it. Her bob hair was styled with tricolor hair clips, and her eyes were moist and affectionate as she looked at him with tender joy. Her legs, clad in stockings, were shapely and long, her fingers delicate, and her lips soft. Yet, beneath her dress, a mysteriously curved black penis protruded, creating a beautiful, balanced, and incredible tension with her overall alluring appearance.
Hanyang observed for a long time, sketching several full-body sketches of Zhencheng. He murmured, "Not enough, not enough, not enough, not enough."
He put down his pen, stood up, and tried to merge with the tension and beauty before him. He stumbled and fell onto Zhencheng.
Hanyang kissed Zhencheng's collarbone, his cheek, and his lips, inserting his tongue into Zhencheng's smooth mouth.
The two lay on the studio floor, littered with paint and scraps of paper. Hanyang was on top of Zhencheng, his eyes now only on her, while Zhencheng's eyes had long since been only on Hanyang.
Hanyang hastily reached for something, instinctively turning Zhencheng over and pulling a tube of lubricant from her skirt pocket. He knew she always carried it with her at home.
Then, with trembling fingers, he squeezed out the lubricant, smearing it on Zhencheng's buttocks, covering her burning anus.
His mouth was dry, his fingers trembling, but without hesitation, he guided his penis inside.
Zhencheng was also filled with panic. She dreamed every day of being sodomized by the boy she liked, but she had never experienced it firsthand. Now, being violently penetrated, although she felt joy, she also wondered, "Am I just a hypocrite? What if I don't actually like being gay?" She was flustered and at a loss.
Fortunately, one belief remained in her heart: she had to use her body to be good to Hanyang, and she couldn't let him down. Zhencheng tried to relax her anal sphincter, gently letting the rough yet adorable intruder pass through, allowing him to repeatedly pull in and out.
It was hot, almost like a red-hot iron rod. Zhencheng frowned, but what she said was, "Harder, deeper, don't stop."
This seductive invitation wasn't because of pleasure, but because of pure love.
Hanyang's hands roughly groped and kneaded Zhencheng's body, touching delicate, white muscles.
It was an artist's perception; Hanyang could name every muscle on both men and women, but while he was used to touching the musculoskeletal structure of women, the skin of men felt unfamiliar.
Every part was familiar, but he had never truly touched any of them. In the past, he had only relied on theoretical memory and drawing male bodies by looking in the mirror, rarely practicing in practice.
Today, for the first time, he was attracted by the beauty of a slender and supple male body, feeling that the beauty of Zhencheng's body was omnipresent, intricate, and unfathomable.
And it was hot, extremely hot.
Zhencheng understood what Jiayan and the others had said. When having sex with someone of the same sex, the other person's body felt incredibly hot against hers, and her own body radiated an extraordinary heat. She felt uneasy, panicked, and her heart raced; she didn't want to stop, as if she were constantly falling into a deep well of boiling lava in a volcano.
The two boys lay on their sides on the wooden floor of the art studio. Hanyang thrust his hips wildly, his hands kneading Zhencheng's sky-blue skirt and flesh-colored stockings.
Although Zhencheng's penis was erect, under Hanyang's irregular thrusts, it swayed violently up and down and side to side, continuously spurting clear pre-ejaculate from its large urethral opening, some even splashing onto his own face.
Zhencheng gasped, "It feels so good to have my penis swaying like this, harder. Ah, ah." Hanyang, breathless, said, "I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum."
At that moment, Hanyang accidentally hit Zhencheng's prostate, right there on the prostate, gushing out streams of hot semen, washing over that most sensitive area.
Finally, the pleasure overcame the discomfort of anal deflowering. Zhencheng felt a tingling sensation throughout her body, as if she were floating. They both ejaculated uncontrollably, shooting semen onto the wall two meters away. The semen dripped down the wall, whiter than the freshly painted surface.
Zhencheng turned and smiled, while Hanyang lowered his head shyly and smiled too.
They didn't exchange a word, holding hands as they went to the bathroom to shower.
In the bathroom, Hanyang lovingly examined Zhencheng's penis again for a long time, then sucked on it with his warm mouth.
Zhencheng refused to accept the service unilaterally. She lay down, grabbed Hanyang's penis, washed it, and began to lick it as well.
They drank each other's semen. Zhencheng secretly kept a mouthful, holding it in her mouth, then got up and kissed Hanyang. Unexpectedly, Hanyang offered her a mouthful of semen first.
They masturbated each other, exchanging and tasting their semen. The two boys' semen blended together, creating the same rich, fragrant flavor.
From a young age, Hanyang harbored an irrational aversion to men, which even led him to hate being male and never properly observe his own body.
His father, uncles, and male teachers harshly suppressed him, exploiting his young mind in the name of education. Hanyang hated them.
His female relatives, his mother and sister, were timid and, though worried about him, dared not offer any help. Hanyang knew they were kind and didn't blame them.
Therefore, his dislike of men and attraction to women, as a straight man, wasn't solely due to sexual instinct.
After achieving some success in painting, he met a female painter who became his teacher. This female painter gently instructed him, often using herself as a nude model for Hanyang to paint.
She said, "Being stared at every inch of my body by such a cute little boy makes my whole body feel tingly." This female painter and Hanyang became intimately connected, giving Hanyang a warmth he had never experienced before. However, her style differed from Hanyang's; on a deeper level, Hanyang remained lonely.
Two years ago, the female painter immigrated abroad with her husband. Hanyang was heartbroken. In their last lesson, the female painter gently kissed Hanyang, tears welling in her eyes, and said, "Don't worry about me. I couldn't be the one who truly understood you; I was just secretly enjoying the lewd pleasure of being watched by young boys behind my husband's back. Don't give up, persevere, believe that God will bring you someone who truly understands you, and deliver that person to your side." Hanyang had believed these words and waited for that person who understood him. But he never got that person, and he could only slide alone into the abyss of darkness.
If he hadn't accidentally seen Zhencheng's painting of a penis, Hanyang would have reached a point of utter emptiness and silence in a month or two, bidding farewell to this world in spirit.
It was Zhencheng who made Hanyang look up at the world again, see the light, and see the person who had always been there for him, the one who understood him.
In an instant, Hanyang understood Zhencheng from her brushstrokes and eyes, as if he could read her heart. He then saw his own existence reflected in her heart, realizing that Zhencheng understood him.
Although Zhencheng had only studied painting for a few months, and only to pursue Hanyang, her heart was sincere. Zhencheng
's paintings were naive yet rich, while Hanyang's paintings, though technically skillful, were empty. Zhencheng's richness filled Hanyang's emptiness, saving him.
Afraid that Zhencheng would leave again, Hanyang tightly embraced her naked body in the bathroom, rubbing their penises together.
He understood that if he lost Zhencheng this time, he would lose everything again.
A year later.
Zhencheng, wearing a low-cut, snow-white wedding dress, sat in the small lounge of the church. Tingting and Qiuye were also dressed in beautiful bridesmaid dresses.
Qiuye hung up the phone, put down her phone, and said, "Jiayan said she's not coming, that bitch. She's already slept with every girl in the class, how come she's still so busy?"
Tingting chuckled and said, "It's because she's messed with so many girls that she's busy." Zhencheng said, "It's better if she doesn't come, we should keep a low profile."
Tingting pouted and said, "We really envy you two. Even after Qiuye and I grow up, we might not have the chance to have a wedding."
Qiuye's hair had long been cut short, and now, as Tomboy, she was having an intimate physical relationship with Tingting, and they had already secretly pledged their lives to each other.
Qiu Ye laughed and said, "For a high school student to hold a same-sex wedding, many favorable factors need to come together. If it weren't for Zhen Cheng's open-minded family, Han Yang's family not interfering at all, the fact that the wedding could be a ceremony without a marriage certificate, and the fact that the wedding company and the church staff thought it was just a formality for the kids and didn't seriously check Zhen Cheng's gender, we wouldn't be sitting here."
Ting Ting said, "Now that Zhen Cheng is marrying Han Yang, Qiu Ye, aren't you jealous?" Qiu Ye smiled and replied, "Are you jealous?"
Ting Ting shook her head and said, "I only consider Zhen Cheng a good friend. Because I no longer care about Zhen Cheng's penis, I often forget that Zhen Cheng is a boy."
Qiu Ye said, "Me too."
Zhen Cheng held Qiu Ye and Ting Ting's hands with her hands wearing patterned white gauze gloves and said sincerely, "Thank you." At this moment, the emcee gently knocked on the door. Qiu Ye responded loudly, helped Zhen Cheng up, and Ting Ting hurriedly picked up the hem of her long dress.
Zhen Cheng grasped the doorknob, opened the door, and embraced her happy future.

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