Unable to extricate oneself

People often start by talking about their first woman. My first woman was my classmate,
Lin. I was 17 when we met. We didn't understand love at all; everything that happened
was out of curiosity.
My grandfather was a veteran revolutionary, and our whole family lived with him in a military compound. After my grandfather passed away, the government
didn't take back the house, so we could live there for generations.
Our families lived very close to each other, and every day on my way to school, I would run into Lin. For some reason, she
would always run away when she saw me, taking a different route or simply running towards school. At first, it didn't seem
like anything, but as time went on, her unusual behavior gradually piqued my curiosity.
I would often take advantage of her absence to find a shorter route, run ahead of her, suddenly appear, startle her
, and then watch her run away, her face flushed.
Although we were classmates, she was introverted and almost never talked to any of her classmates, including me.
One day after school, when I chased after her as usual, she didn't run away. Instead, she slowly approached
me: "Ningxia, stop fooling around. Can we walk together?" I was startled by this sudden change and casually
agreed, "Sure, sure, it's on my way." "Ningxia, do you like soldiers? My dad is a soldier." "I
don't like them. I don't want to be a soldier. I just want to be a big hotel owner in the future." "There's a girl in our class who likes you,
do you know?" "Stop fooling around. People only like those who are good at studying." "Ningxia... do you believe in love
?"
We chatted aimlessly about topics we didn't even understand. I found this girl quite cute
. So, two close friends appeared on this path. We walked home from school almost every day. With Lin's company
, it slowly became a habit.
Our first close encounter was during a summer vacation. My two best friends and I had just had a few drinks and were sitting by the
river, talking aimlessly about our dreams. When we were kids, many people dreamed of becoming scientists or pilots
. My dream back then was to own a hotel so I could
drink with my friends every day.
Just then, Lin arrived, taking a walk with her cousin, Xiaoli. I greeted them warmly.
She smiled and nodded without saying a word, but Xiaoli was very cheerful.
"Where are you two going?" "I'm keeping my sister company. What grand
ambitions are you guys talking about?" "Little girl, this is adult stuff. You wouldn't understand." "Tch, I don't care to
hear it, you rascal!" We all burst into mischievous laughter.
Summer weather really changes quickly. Soon, dark clouds gathered, and it looked like a downpour was imminent. None of us
had umbrellas, and it seemed we wouldn't make it home in time. So I suggested to my buddies that we take shelter in the nearby watermelon
patch.
Just as everyone agreed, the rain began to fall mercilessly. Lin was nearby,
about to run home. I shouted to her, "It's too late, it's already raining! Come with us
to get shelter! Xiaoli, you come too!" She looked hesitant, standing there blankly. Without thinking, I
ran over, grabbed Lin's hand, and we all ran towards the watermelon patch. I
remembered there was a small watermelon shed there when we used to steal watermelons; it was a makeshift structure built by the grower, not very big, but it was
enough to keep out the wind and rain.
The owner of the shed wasn't there, and the five of us squeezed in. The rain outside was pouring down,
and we couldn't see any trees or flowers. Everyone was busy wiping the rain off their faces, complaining about the weather.
Lin was still beside me, and I suddenly realized I hadn't let go of her hand. Instinctively, we both
released our hands at the same time, our eyes met, and her face flushed instantly. I stared at her blankly, and suddenly realized
she was very beautiful, with long eyelashes, a fair complexion, and a small black mole on the corner of her mouth. Her jet-black hair, soaked by the rain,
hung down her shoulders, her white t-shirt was almost completely wet, and her not-so-full chest was exposed.
The rain intensified. My two friends, near the door, said, "Quick, squeeze in!
Water's getting in through the doorway; we need to use the curtain." They pushed us forcefully inside, with Lin at the very back and me beside her
. The push was unexpected; I pulled her firmly into my arms. As the curtain fell, the windowless melon
shed was plunged into darkness.
Everyone continued their chatter and laughter. But in our world, there was a profound tranquility. There
was no struggle, no resistance; our first contact was so intimate. I felt her heart
pounding in my chest, her rapid breathing in my ears, and the heat rising from her cheeks.
An impulse—I knew it wasn't love, just an impulse—rushed through me. I pulled her even tighter, and Lin
responded by hugging me back. I tentatively kissed her lips, and the moment my touch touched the corner of her mouth,
she trembled all over.
Afraid of startling her, I decided to stop my impulsive act. But unexpectedly, when she noticed I was about to back away, she wrapped her arms
around my neck and gave me her first sweet kiss. Our first kiss
began in such a dark place, in full view of everyone. Time seemed to stand still; I don't know how much time passed before we slowly separated. Our hands were tightly
clasped together, as if confirming some kind of relationship, making some kind of vow.
The next morning, Lin came to my house early. My parents were at work; it seemed she had scouted the
place before brazenly barging in. I hadn't even gotten out of bed yet when I was startled awake by the knocking. Opening the door, I saw it was
her. Immediately, all sleepiness vanished, and I stared at her in surprise. I really hadn't expected that someone who seemed so introverted would
take the initiative.
I wanted to pick her up immediately, but lacking experience, we both seemed a little awkward. So I
let her in, lay back down on the bed, and had her sit beside me. I took her hand and asked, "Did
you like me before? "
She nodded.
"But I never liked you before. I was just curious and that's why I chased after you everywhere. That's true." "I know
, I can feel it."
"But now I realize I'm starting to like you."
"I know, that's why I came to you, to give you this chance." We both laughed after I said that, and I pulled her
into my arms, savoring the sweetest fruit in the world.
We spent the whole summer together. My buddies all knew about us, and
they always included her when they hung out. We went fishing, picnicked, and sang together. Back then, we were innocent; aside from
kissing, we didn't do anything else that crossed the line.
School starts in a week, and I really miss this beautiful vacation. Today is my birthday. Early this
morning, Lin came to my house, bringing me a carefully prepared little gift and a sweet kiss. But she seemed
a little downcast, as if she had many worries. After
I pressed her for details, she finally told me, "I was planning to tell you after my birthday, but my dad is in the military,
you know that. He's been transferred, and my mom and I might have to go with him to a very far place. We'll probably have to
leave when school starts." My heart sank instantly. Why did it have to end so soon after it started? For
us 17-year-olds, the journey to school was already long; how far could "going to a faraway place" really be? From her
words, I sensed that we might never see each other again.
However, we still pretended to say things like "I'll come see you" and "Let's write to each other" to comfort her and ourselves
.
"Where did your whole family go?"
"Ningxia..."
"Why so far away?" "It was arranged by the military, don't be sad." "Can I write to you?"
"Um..."
That evening, no one was home at one of my rich best friends' houses, so he specially arranged a birthday party for me. He invited several of my
good friends, and of course, Lin. Everyone had a great time, drinking heartily. Only when Lin and I made eye contact
did a sense of loss arise, so we deliberately avoided looking into each other's eyes. We just drank heavily with our friends,
and even she, who never drinks, drank a lot.
It was late at night, and two friends left early, leaving the five of us drunk. My best friend's house
was big enough, so he suggested we all sleep there. Naturally, Lin and I were led to the same room.
I was so drunk I collapsed into bed and fell asleep immediately. Lin seemed alright; she even helped me take off my shoes and quietly
lay down beside me.
In my dream, I dreamt I was back in that melon shed, reliving my first intimate encounter with Lin
. It seemed like it was raining again, raindrops falling on my face, gently trickling into the corners of my mouth. A
bitter taste jolted me awake.
Lin was beside me, watching my face; that bitterness was her tears. I knew she must be very sad,
very wronged, and she definitely didn't want to leave me. I slowly sat up, turned on the bedside lamp, and our eyes met
. When our gazes met, tears welled up in my eyes as well.
She suddenly threw herself into my arms, bursting into tears, kissing me passionately as she cried. At that moment, I felt
an emotion called "love" driving us together. Our lips and tongues intertwined, almost frantically. She whispered in
my ear, "I want you!!!" Though only 17, we both knew
what was about to happen. Neither of us tried to stop it; it all came so suddenly and so naturally. Perhaps only
"I want you" is more intense than "I love you"? It was a sacrifice, a dedication, encompassing
all the emotions of "I love you."
I turned off the light, but she reached out and turned it back on. She took off her clothes one by one in front of me
, until she was completely naked. She lay down quietly, letting me admire this work of art created by God. Her
skin was as white as snow, without any flaws. The fragrance of a young girl permeated my lungs. Her skin was as smooth as jade, every inch
of it so crystal clear. Her small breasts were very firm, the pink areolas delicate and tempting; her flat
stomach, slender waist, straight legs, and delicate toes were as fine as a baby's.
In that instant, my blood surged, and I irresistibly became entangled with her. While passionately kissing her, I caressed
every inch of her skin with my hands. Her breasts were just the right size to be held in one hand, so soft. I kneaded and squeezed her
breasts, and she responded with soft moans.
I began to suckle her nipples. Lin seemed very sensitive to this; the moment I took one into my mouth, she trembled
and cried out, "Ah!" Although inexperienced, I had secretly
watched porn and read some books with a few friends, so I had a basic grasp of the techniques and knew what to do next.
I slowly parted her legs, admiring her most beautiful private parts. Sparse pubic hair, short and neatly
distributed, her light pink labia were slightly parted, and some clear fluid had already flowed out.
The pink clitoris above her labia was also erect. I gently leaned closer; there was no smell. Perhaps
because she had just showered that morning, there was still a lingering fragrance of shower gel on her pubic hair.
I began to gently lick her labia. The moment my tongue touched her clitoris, she reflexively twitched her
body, then spread her legs wider, seemingly indicating that it felt good. I increased
the speed of my tongue's movements, and Lin's body began to writhe, her lower body instantly becoming soaking wet.
My penis was now throbbing like a pillar, and I felt it was time. So I used my larger hand to spread her
legs, kneeling between them, my engorged penis facing Lin's thirsty labia. I looked at Lin; her expectant
gaze told me I could enter.
I thrust forward a few times, but couldn't find the right direction. Just as I was about to use my hand to guide it, Lin's hand suddenly reached out
, grabbed my penis, and guided it towards the entrance. A warm sensation enveloped me; it wasn't as difficult as I had imagined
, and I was already halfway in. Lin's brow furrowed slightly, as if in some pain. I instinctively looked down and saw
bright red blood flowing out.
Primal instincts drove us, and at that moment, the blood was undoubtedly a catalyst. I began to kiss her, thrusting
my tongue into her mouth and swirling it wildly. The pain was immediately replaced by a full, pleasurable sensation. Lin's face
flushed, her hips began to writhe, and I felt her vagina becoming increasingly wet. I lowered my hips,
effortlessly plunging in all the way, and began to thrust violently. Lin's love juices flowed more and more, and my speed increased...
"Ah~~ Ah~~, so~~ comfortable~~, mmm~~` Oh~~~~~~ Don't stop~~ I want you~ Oh``" Lin began to moan
.
Perhaps because of the alcohol, I didn't immediately dismount like most virgins. In a semi-numb state
, I fully enjoyed the initial union of manhood.
Lin's buttocks swayed rhythmically with my thrusts, welcoming my entry. After about a few dozen thrusts
, Lin suddenly grabbed my upper body tightly with one hand, her other hand holding my buttocks, her legs tightly
wrapped around my waist, and she began to twist wildly. She stopped moaning, seemingly enjoying something.
Lin's actions aroused me even more, and my penis swelled to its limit. Waves of pleasure washed over
me, and I thrust in with all my might, penetrating to the very bottom. As Lin's vagina contracted tightly, we both
reached orgasm simultaneously. She bit my shoulder, her body entwined with mine, and my penis was fully inside her. After
a few more powerful thrusts, I ejaculated.
Blood was still flowing, tears were still flowing, and in the instant of climax, we cried tears of happiness.
This was our first, and only, and last time.
After school started, Lin really left. I missed her terribly and wrote to her every week. Her letters
would arrive on schedule. Those days were spent in anticipation and waiting; Lin's letters became my only emotional
support. The correspondence continued for half a year, and then I heard nothing more from her.
I frantically wrote hundreds of letters to her old address, but they all sank without a trace.
Several months later, I heard that Lin's cousin, Xiaoli, had returned, and I ran to find her like a madman. After repeated
questioning, she told me everything:
My cousin was diagnosed with leukemia before she passed away, a terminal illness with no hope.
The only thing our whole family could do was not deceive her, tell her the truth, fulfill all her wishes, and escort her
on her final journey. My aunt and uncle were devastated, but my cousin still smiled and comforted them. My uncle asked my cousin
what she wanted to do most. She said she didn't want the people around her to be sad because of her, so she decided to go to a faraway place.
My aunt and uncle agreed to her request and asked her where she wanted to go. She said: Ningxia. No one else understood
why my cousin wanted to go there, including you. Perhaps only I know what my cousin was thinking. The person she loved most was you,
but she was leaving, and she didn't want you to be sad for her, afraid that you would see her in a miserable state. She only wanted to go to that
place with the same name as you, so that even if we never met again, she could be with "Ningxia" forever.
This was the last letter my cousin wrote before she left. She entrusted me to say: If Ningxia finds you in the future and questions
you, give her this letter and tell her everything. If he doesn't contact you, just burn the letter when you sweep the grave
...
I really couldn't believe what I was seeing. Before she could finish speaking, I snatched the letter and, without time
to run any further, tore it open right in front of Xiaoli. Lin's neat handwriting reappeared before me.
Dear Ningxia:
May I call you that?
By the time you read this letter, I will already be gone. Please forgive me for not telling you all this sooner;
I just didn't want you to be sad.
Actually, I'm already very satisfied that you can read this letter. It proves that you haven't forgotten me, and that you
miss me just as much, right?
Ningxia is a very beautiful place. Although I can only lie in bed every day, I can still feel
the beauty of Ningxia because it shares the same name as you. I have no regrets, really no regrets. Although my life
was somewhat short, it was wonderful. With you in my life, I was truly happy.
Sometimes I'm grateful for my illness. You know I'm timid. If I hadn't known I had this disease,
I probably wouldn't have had the courage to entrust everything to you, to the person I love, back then. Happiness, it turns out, really doesn't need to
be long; a moment is enough.
Please forgive my selfishness. I can't accompany you in the future, I can't give you more, I
can't grow old with you, I can't cling to you anymore, I can't continue to love you. I only hope that after you know the truth, you can cheer up
, because your road is still long. You need to help me understand more truths I haven't understood, help me see more of
the world I haven't seen. Promise me, okay?
I'm leaving, taking your love with me, leaving with a smile.
My dear, take care!
Lin.
After reading the letter, tears streamed down my face. Xiaoli sat beside me, silently weeping. The whole world was
dark; I was utterly desperate. Xiaoli tried to comfort me for a long time, but I didn't say anything. Finally, I told her I wanted to
go to Ningxia.
Er Sangmiao.
During summer vacation, I went to Yinchuan. After returning, I started studying hard, devoting all my time
to studying so I wouldn't have time to think about her. When I took the college entrance exam, I applied to my only choice: Ningxia University
. Because of my outstanding grades, I was admitted to Ningxia University, where I chose English as my major.
Yinchuan has a mid-temperate continental climate with an average annual temperature of 8.5℃, a daily temperature range of 12-15℃, and an
average annual sunshine duration of 2800-3000 hours, making it
one of the regions with the highest solar radiation and sunshine hours in the country. I love the sunshine here; it's gentle, just like my mood right now.
On September 10th, I officially entered this campus.
My entrance exam score was the highest among the English majors, and my advisor, Sang Miao, valued me highly. Plus, I'm usually
quiet and quite composed, so everyone elected me as class monitor.
At the beginning of my freshman year, my classmates were like rabbits in heat, frantically searching for mates. It seemed like they were afraid of
missing out on a better opportunity. There were five of us in one dorm room, and I was the only one who wasn't in a relationship. My
life was simple, a routine of dorm-classroom-cafeteria, everything was peaceful.
Ningxia is a snowy place, and winter arrived in the blink of an eye. I love snow; I love its pure whiteness. I
often walk alone in the snow. Every time it snows, I go to Lin's grave to sweep her tomb,
gazing at the pure, beautiful sky, remembering my beloved.
On weekends, while my roommates are busy with their relationships, I, besides reading more books, start drinking more...
I drank a lot of alcohol. It wasn't decadence, just a search for a tranquil kind of anesthesia. Besides that, I exercised. I often
spent time alone in the gym, repeatedly using all the machines until I was completely exhausted. After a few months
, my muscles became very defined, and my face developed more mature features.
During the Spring Festival, I went home to spend a reunion with my parents, who said I looked much stronger.
I drank heavily with my old friends for a few days before returning to Yinchuan early. This city had a special attraction for me, making it
hard to leave.
Since school started early, I stayed temporarily at a classmate's house in the same city. Then I applied for a job at KFC, starting my
holiday work life. The work at KFC was busy but fulfilling. Capitalist exploitation is truly humane;
it allows people to enjoy the pleasure of being exploited.
I worked hard and cooperated well with everyone. After work, I usually went to the library
to read. My life was well-organized. I planned to keep my life tightly packed, living a
busy life forever.
One day, I was at work, busy taking orders. "Please give me a sundae, and one...
" A familiar face appeared before me; it was my advisor, Sang Miao. She was also surprised, but
she was smart enough to know the rules here and didn't say much to me. She ordered and sat down
at the table opposite me, starting to eat. She looked at me, pointed to her watch, meaning to ask what time I got off work. I
held up an eight to her. After a while, she finished eating and hinted that I should go shopping first and come find me after work.
Sang Miao was 27 years old, a very young advisor, and also a graduate of Ningxia University. She
was retained as an advisor because of her excellent grades. She was very beautiful, about 168 cm tall, with short, neat hair, wearing black-rimmed glasses
, and dressed appropriately, exuding a white-collar air. She came from a prestigious family; she was a descendant of Sang Long, a famous combat hero of the Fourth Field Army, and
her father, Sang Zhenxiong, was the chief of staff of a unit in the Ningxia Military Region. No wonder my classmates say that Sang Miao's gaze
is so captivating when she makes eye contact; it seems to be related to her genes. Rumor has it that Sang Miao's boyfriend before staying on as a faculty member was
the most handsome guy at Ningxia University, but they broke up for some reason.
I have outstanding grades and am very studious, so my advisor always treats me differently and has given me a lot
of help with my studies. We've also become good friends. Seeing her today was a real surprise; it'll be perfect
to sit together after work.
At 8 pm, Sang Miao appeared at the KFC entrance on time. I had finished my shift and came out.
"Haha, Ningxia, you're actually doing work-study? Didn't you go home?" "Yes, I just got back a few days ago.
It's boring at home." "And you, advisor? What brings you here?" "Nothing to do, and I didn't want to stay
home, so I came out for a stroll. I didn't expect to run into you. Why not meet by chance? Come on, let's hang out!"
Since I had nothing else to do, I readily agreed.
Sang Miao took me to a disco bar. It was my first time in a place like that. She ordered a
bottle of foreign liquor with ice. I didn't know the name of the liquor, but it tasted pretty bad.
The streets outside were deserted, but inside it was unusually noisy. Men and women of all kinds were drinking happily
and dancing freely.
I never knew my advisor could drink so much. My alcohol tolerance is already quite good, but I was already a little dizzy, while
she seemed fine, still frequently raising her glass. After drinking for a while, we both got a little hot, so we took off our coats
and stored them at the bar. When we came back, Sang Miao took out a pack of 555 cigarettes from her pocket and handed them to me. I
took them in surprise, and she smiled gently and lit one skillfully. I never expected that my usually refined advisor
would have such a hidden side.
"Counselor, you actually smoke?" "Hehe, I only smoke because I consider you one of my own. Don't go talking about it outside,
okay?"
"Yes, ma'am."
The counselor reached out and lit my cigarette with a lighter. It was a red Zippo lighter. With
a click, the flame leaped, and through the light, I looked closely at the counselor's face. She was truly beautiful, breathtakingly
so. She was looking at me too. I suddenly realized my intrusion, hurriedly lit my cigarette, and made
a thank-you gesture.
"Do you have a girlfriend, Ningxia?"
"No...yes..."
"So, do you have one or not?"
"I used to..."
"Hehe, and now?"
"Now...I still have one..."
"Haha, still shy about saying it? Is she pretty?
" "I think she's very beautiful." "Would you marry her?"
"No..." "
How could you say that?" The counselor's gaze suddenly sharpened, making it impossible to look her in the eye. I
picked up the wine in my hand and drank it all in one gulp.
"Maybe you have your reasons, maybe all men are like that. Never mind, I won't interfere in your private life.
Let's drink." Finally feeling a bit more relaxed, we downed three drinks with our advisor.
"Tell me your story, Ningxia? Since we're good friends, I'd like to know your story. From your
eyes, I can tell you're someone with experience." "Me? I don't have much of a past, pretty uneventful.
Hehe, but you, advisor, the classmates often talk about you. I heard your ex-boyfriend was quite handsome?"
"Hehe, that's all in the past. Actually, it's nothing. Want to hear? I'll start."
"Okay..."
"I was very obedient and studied hard from a young age, always achieving excellent grades. My father was a soldier, and he
had high expectations of me, with very strict upbringing. I only started making friends with the opposite sex after I entered Ningxia University; before that, I had
very few friends, and I certainly couldn't associate with boys.
Feng was my class monitor; he was very handsome, and many female classmates liked him. I didn't pay much attention at first,
but once during a field trip, I accidentally got lost in the mountains and fell, injuring my leg.
Feng led the classmates to search for me all night, finally finding me shivering. He hugged me and told me
he was very worried about me, that he would always take care of me, and never let me get hurt again.
I was immediately touched by his words, and from then on, we started dating. My parents..."
I admired him because he was not only handsome but also very caring. Feng's grandfather happened to be my father's former
superior officer, and they were close friends. To others, we seemed like a perfect match, and he promised to marry me after graduation. Everything
seemed to be going smoothly.
One winter during my junior year, I gave him everything without reservation. At that time, I truly felt
happy. As our senior year approached, my classmates began planning for their futures. Feng and I both had excellent grades, and
the school was short of teachers, so my advisor suggested we stay on as faculty.
On the eve of graduation, Feng suddenly came to me excitedly, saying his father had secured him a study abroad
opportunity. Of course, I knew this was a rare opportunity, and I didn't want to stop him, but I was worried about our future.
So I asked him what we should do. He said he would call and write to me and asked me to wait for him. But after he
left, everything changed. Less than six months later, he was living with a Singaporean girl…
“Do you hate him?” “Hehe, I hated him at first, but not anymore. People always have to go through these things to
grow up. Being deceived might not be a bad thing. I’ve always been obedient and academically excellent since I was little. Every step I
’ve taken has been arranged by my family. But no one can control matters of the heart. Let it be.” After pouring out her heart, the counselor
seemed much lighter and drank the wine in her glass in a big gulp.
“Ningxia. It’s your turn. Tell me your story.” “Okay, since the counselor considers me a friend, I’ll
tell you about my past.” I told Sang Miao Lin’s story. By the time I finished, she was already sobbing uncontrollably.
"Ningxia, I always felt your eyes were filled with a sense of weariness, that you had a story to tell. But
your story surprised me. Lin is a good girl, and you're a good man. Although you can't be together anymore,
I envy your relationship, really." "Hehe, today was really liberating, being able to
say everything on my mind. Thank you, counselor. Actually, I think living alone is pretty good, don't you think?" "That's right,
I never want to get married again. From now on, when we're together, just call me Sang Miao. Come on,
cheers to being single!"
We downed the whole bottle of wine in one gulp, and Sang Miao pulled me onto the dance floor. To the pulsating music, we
released our emotions through our bodies. Sweating profusely, our blood boiling, I simply took off my t-shirt and
danced with abandon. Several girls around me started screaming at my muscular physique and, led by Sang Miao,
surrounded me, dancing wildly.
As the atmosphere on the dance floor reached its peak, the music softened with the DJ's call, and
"Valentine's Day Without a Lover" floated in the air. "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to this beautiful
night. Now, this song is dedicated to those without partners, and we wish you a happy Valentine's Day!"
It was then that I realized, oh my god! February 14th, today is Valentine's Day! From Sang Miao's surprised look,
I could tell she had no idea what day it was either. She extended her hand, inviting me to dance with her
. As I took her hand, the lights dimmed.
After the passionate dance, we both felt the alcohol taking effect; our heads started to spin, and our steps
became unsteady. Sang Miao rested her head on my shoulder and began to softly sing along to the song: "Happy Valentine's Day
, happy Valentine's Day,
I only hear sad music,
happy Valentine's Day, happy Valentine's Day,
gently cut those melancholy strands of hair..."
I felt a warm current slide down my chest; it must have been Sang Miao's tears. She clung tightly to me, and
I held her even tighter.
When we left the disco, we were both completely drunk.
I took a taxi to the military compound and stopped in front of a two-story building. The sentry at the gate,
seeing it was Sang Miao, immediately came to greet her and notified the guards to open the gate.
The guard rushed out and helped me support Sang Miao straight upstairs.
"Why did you drink so much? The chief of staff isn't home, and you went out drinking. If the chief of staff
finds out, he'll definitely give me a severe scolding." Upon reaching Sang Miao's room, the guard left. The spacious and tidy room
had a cluster of orchids quietly blooming in the corner, filling the air with a faint fragrance.
Sang Miao lay drowsily on the bed. I helped her take off her shoes and covered her with a blanket. Just as I was about to leave, Sang
Miao suddenly grabbed my hand. "Don't go, stay with me, okay?" I was suddenly at a loss, unsure
how to answer her. "I...I think I should go back," Sang Miao suddenly threw herself into my arms. "Hold
me...don't go!"
Under the influence of alcohol, my willpower instantly collapsed. I pulled her into my arms and kissed her passionately. Sang
Miao's breathing became rapid, and her whole body became hot. A beautiful woman appeared before me;
I think no one could resist.
We knew clearly that we were just substitutes for each other, but this behavior was more direct and less
needy of pretense. We practically tore off each other's clothes until we were completely naked. The simple and rough foreplay
was even more stimulating. Reaching down, Sang Miao was already aroused. I frantically kneaded Sang Miao's breasts;
they were full and firm, too big to be fully grasped with one hand. Sang Miao firmly grasped my penis, stroking it up and down.
Suddenly, she turned around, pinned me down, and took my penis tightly into her mouth, swallowing it greedily.
Sang Miao seemed to have some experience; sometimes she would hold the glans in her mouth and rotate it left and right, sometimes she would swallow it whole, as if savoring
a long-awaited delicacy.
Perhaps due to long-term physical exercise, I noticed that my erect penis was much thicker than before. At this moment, I
was already burning with desire from her arousal, my penis throbbing, and Sang Miao could only swallow half of it.
I pulled Sang Miao up and made her kneel on the bed. I held her slender waist and aimed at her wet
labia from behind, thrusting deep inside her. At the same time, Sang Miao let out a pleasurable
moan. I thrust in and out vigorously, each stroke hitting the very bottom, making a slapping sound.
Sang Miao moaned passionately, her front body lying face down on the bed, her buttocks raised high, letting me ride her. With
a contraction of Sang Miao's vagina, she reached her first orgasm, a stream of hot vaginal fluid spraying onto the glans of my penis.
She gripped my penis tightly, preventing me from pulling it out. I simply thrust it all the way in, filling it completely without any
gap, then swayed my hips from side to side, grinding against her labia while my glans pounded against her vagina
. The pleasure instantly intensified, a wave of orgasm washed over me, and Sang Miao's juices flowed freely, running down her thighs.
She went limp and collapsed onto the bed.
I turned Sang Miao over, spread her legs, and hoisted her onto my shoulders. With one hand, I parted her labia
, and with the other, I held my penis, teasing her clitoris with the glans. After a few thrusts, Sang Miao's desire was aroused again.
"Quick...I want...I want...fuck me...quick...put it in...ah~~~~~" I forcefully spread
her legs and thrust my penis in completely. After more than 40 thrusts, Sang Miao reached orgasm again.
"Ah...so good...faster...faster...I'm coming...fuck me harder...ah~~, so good...come on
~~~ ah~~~"
With each contraction of her vagina, I reached the peak of pleasure. My penis swelled to its limit, and I thrust my raging
penis deep into her valley, my pent-up desire erupting like a waterfall.
We didn't speak; she lay silently beside me. On such a poignant night, two one-
winged angels embraced each other and fell asleep in each other's arms.
In the days that followed, Sang Miao played the roles of teacher, friend, and sexual partner in my life. We
tacitly kept quiet about our feelings, because we both knew that nothing would come of it. It was
better to comfort each other and remain friends.
At school, Sang Miao was my teacher. Apart from academic matters, we rarely spoke, so no
one suspected our relationship. During breaks, we would occasionally go out drinking together, have secret rendezvous, and of course,
make love. During that period, we were all in a good mood. The girls also complimented our advisor, saying she looked great lately and
her skin was much smoother. Sang Miao glanced at me, and we exchanged a knowing smile.

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