[A Gift from My Best Friend - Massage Oil and Other Items] (Completed)

This summer, when I returned to China, perhaps because of the sweltering heat, I felt listless and bored, spending my days cooped up
at home, unsure of what to do. My best friend happened to be away on a business trip, and she suggested I go with her for
a change of scenery and to clear my head. I simply said I was bored and didn't want to go, but she insisted.
"Come on," she said, "I know what you're thinking. Men, if you can't win someone over, that's fine
. You've done your best, that's enough. Do you have to turn unrequited love into a terminal illness? It's okay to like someone, but don't let it interfere with your own
enjoyment!"
She'd been saying this for a year, but it was like explaining the domain of a function in high school—I just couldn't understand it.
Speaking of this best friend, she was practically someone I picked up off my doorstep. In high school, she transferred to our school,
but on her first day home, she was locked out. My family happened to live in the same building as her. Seeing her
standing alone at the building entrance, even though we hadn't met yet, I took her to my house to wait. She did her homework and
ate a meal at my place, staying until her family returned.
Because we lived so close, we often went to and from school together. I was a lazy sleeper, and almost every morning she would come to
my house to drag me out of bed, push me to the bathroom to brush my teeth, wash my face, and get dressed. My parents couldn't stand how close we were.
Teachers and parents, seeing how good we were, all suggested she help me with my studies. My best friend, despite being quiet and
reserved, was renowned throughout the school for her excellent grades. As for me, my grades were almost at the bottom; I belonged to a completely different
world.
Since taking on the task of helping me with my studies, my best friend was incredibly enthusiastic and dedicated, often spending more time at my house than at her own
. Later, I learned that her mother had remarried, and her stepfather had elderly parents and young children to support, so even though she was comfortable, she felt awkward. I
suddenly realized why I'd never seen her before, even though we lived so close.
My best friend is incredibly kind. She always does my homework for me to copy, and sometimes I'm too lazy to even copy, so she does
it for me. She'll lightly write it in pencil on the paper first, and then I'll trace over it. Once the ink dries, she
carefully erases the last traces. Not only that, but after I finish my homework and start playing games, she'll sit beside me for as long as it takes—
not while she's doing something else, but just sitting there watching. I offered her the controller so she could
play with me, but she insisted on just watching.
I remember once at the arcade, a few classmates started competing. I was playing badly and
getting really annoyed, when suddenly she slipped a cup into my lap filled with game tickets. It turned out she'd wandered around the arcade
, specifically looking for kids with tickets, and secretly bought them directly from them, just so I could win! I was so touched!
Later, she got into a top university, while my grades weren't good enough for a good university in China, so I was sent abroad. Although
we separated, we've always kept in touch. Even now, with her busy work life, we're still very close.
I followed my best friend on the plane and to the hotel, while she quickly immersed herself in her work. I always
told her I'd go out and have fun, but most of the time I stayed in the hotel. Two days passed like this. I was bored, lounging on the sofa
playing on my phone, when I heard a knock at the door. At first, I thought it was the cleaning staff, but when I opened it, I saw a strange
man. Tall and burly, wearing large sunglasses, carrying a cane, and wearing a white
stand-up collar shirt and gray straight-leg pants. Despite the hot weather, he was completely covered up. Luckily, the fabric was pure linen
, which looked clean and refreshing, without any sweaty feeling.
He smiled professionally and introduced himself, "Xiaoling? My name is Zhao Jiaming. Wu Mei recommended me!"
Hearing my best friend's name, I knew who he was and let him in. She had told me before I left that she would bring a gift.
We've known each other for so long, exchanging gifts is so common, so I hadn't thought much of it. Of course, although I appeared
calm on the surface, I was still a little surprised and nervous, after all, it was my first time meeting such a living person. However, I was also very excited
. My best friend knows me very well; I can say that I've never received a gift from her that I didn't like. Just
looking at Zhao Jiaming, he was exactly my type.
Once inside, he moved around freely, opening and closing his bags with effortless grace, his movements without the slightest hesitation or pause, which amazed me
. I had always thought that blind people were a vulnerable group, that they had difficulty living independently and needed care from family and
support from society. Now it seems that's not the case at all.
"Are you really blind?" I couldn't help but ask, though the question was rude, it couldn't hide a hint of
surprise and admiration.
"I know this place well." His voice was soft, coming from such a tall and burly man;
it felt a little awkward.
He took a large bath towel from the bathroom, spread it on the bed, and asked, "Would you like to take a shower first?"
I said yes, but then added, "But let me make this clear first, don't try to sell me a membership
card halfway through, or try to sell me lotion, face cream, health pills, or those other random things. I don't
like that!
" The service industry in China is great in every way, but this habit is really annoying. Everything seems to come with pushing membership cards and services
, desperately trying to get you to spend money. Go to the hairdresser and they'll make you get a hair treatment; go to the gym and they'll make you get a sauna; even a sundae has
to come with a Black Forest cake.
He waved his hand to reassure me, "Don't worry, if you don't like anything along the way, just say so."
I took a shower, wrapped myself in a towel, and lay face down on the bed, burying my head in the pillow. He walked to the bedside, patted
my head, and told me to relax. His fingers were thick and strong, and felt very comfortable, but I didn't respond. I just slightly
raised my body so he could pull the towel off me. I had expected to be naked in front of him, since
there were no taboos for him. Unexpectedly, he slowly folded the towel several times to cover my buttocks. I was a little surprised that this
masseur was so respectful.
His fingers started by pressing tentatively, pointing out which acupoints and
muscles he would touch, reminding me that his pressure would remain the same, but some places would feel slightly painful, some would hurt a
little, and some would be more painful. Until he mentioned the trapezius muscle, he warned me that it would be very painful, and then pressed on a certain
spot on my shoulder. Even though I was fully prepared, I still screamed.
"My God, how can it hurt so much!" I usually pay close attention to my health and work-life balance. Although my motivation
is only for looking good and dressing nicely, I genuinely didn't expect there was such a
neglected area of my body.
He gave me his usual professional smile. "That's right, you've been sitting at your desk for too long these past few days. This is
the most overworked part of your body." It was the same old advice, and I waited for his next sentence: You should massage it regularly, otherwise
it will cause serious health problems later. But he said, "Besides jogging, you should also do more arm swing exercises or
upper body strength training."
Zhao Jiaming immediately started listing the names of acupoints, joints, and muscles he knew, and now he knew
my lifestyle and exercise habits. I didn't know if he was showing off, but his solid knowledge and
experienced demeanor really impressed me. I lowered my initial guard and praised, "Master Zhao, you
're amazing!" I originally wanted to say that he had a unique perspective, but that didn't seem appropriate in this situation.
"It's not difficult at all. Your skin is smooth and firm, your muscles are toned, and there's not an ounce of fat. It must be
due to your regular lifestyle and exercise."
With that, he began the massage. He started with my feet, then my limbs and back. In just a short while, I
discovered an astonishing strength within him, seeping from his fingers and palms, gliding nimbly across my back,
sensing pain I couldn't perceive. I completely relaxed, entrusting my body to his care.
He was very careful, making large circles on my back, from my shoulders to my waist, then up to my armpits
. His fingertips seemed to touch the edge of my chest, but that edge was as if sealed off; I never saw him cross even
half a millimeter. I'd had massages at bathhouses before, and each time I was reminded that someone had to accompany me
. Compared to this Mr. Zhao, those masseuses
were worlds apart in terms of skill, attitude, professional ethics, and dedication.
After the massage, my whole body ached, and my bones felt like they were falling apart. I had thought that running five kilometers followed by a lavender
bubble bath would be the ultimate treat, but I never expected a professional massage to be even better. I should have never run before!
"Absolutely not. Exercise is good for your heart and lungs; a hundred massages wouldn't achieve that effect," he shook his head, immediately
refuting me.
"Do you drink alcohol? I have some red wine here. Or something to eat; whatever you like, I can have
customer service bring it over." Having witnessed his skill, and remembering how arrogant I had been at first, I felt a little shy and
excited, and my tone unconsciously became somewhat ingratiating.
"No, thank you anyway," he said, still very polite, but I could sense his relaxed attitude. It
suddenly dawned on me—he was blind; how could I just accept food from someone else? How stupid of me to ask that question!
I stood up and took out my wallet. There were only a few bills inside, and I wasn't sure if it was enough, so I took them all out and handed them
to him. "Here you go!"
He felt his hand, then handed it back to me. "No need."
"Take it, it's from me, let's keep things fair."
"Want to continue?" He 'looked' in my direction.
"Of course! Are you in a hurry?"
"You're a customer, why would I be in a hurry!" He laughed again, and my questions seemed increasingly silly.
"Then sit down first, let me rest for a bit!" Although I'm a novice, I know that this skill
takes time to learn, and an hour-long massage is physically demanding for anyone. It's good for him to rest.
He placed the money on the coffee table not far away. I knew he wouldn't accept my money, but I didn't insist; I just
curiously observed him. Zhao Jiaming dragged a chair to the edge of the bed and sat down. His hands moved rhythmically, sometimes opening and closing
, sometimes clasping and kneading, a rare calm and serenity on his face. I secretly wondered if this man was anything but simple.
We sat quietly for a while, then I finally couldn't help but ask, "You must have been learning this skill for a long time. You're a true master!
You've got a whole 'Flower Full Tower' charm with Gu Long! ...Um...and another one, that bat, what's it called again…
?" I said, holding up my phone.
Unexpectedly, a smile appeared on his face, this time very genuine and friendly. "You mean Yuan Suiyun? But
I prefer Jin Yong."
"Oh?" Seeing him finally drop the professional smile he'd had since entering, I was pleased and intrigued.
"Which one do you like?"
"The Book and the Sword," he answered without hesitation.
"Wow, me too!"
"Which couple do you like?"
"Li Yuanzhi and Yu Yutong. Li Yuanzhi loved earnestly and pursued him persistently, and in the end, they got married and lived happily ever
after." I answered without hesitation.
He shook his head and retorted, "Although Li Yuanzhi finally married the man she loved, at the end, when the Red Flower Society
fought the Qing army, Li Yuanzhi ran to her father. Yu Yutong didn't think about how to win her back; instead, he thought
it would be better for Li Yuanzhi to leave him. Yu Yutong kept saying he loved her, but he abandoned her time and time again with various excuses. So,
what Li Yuanzhi got after all her hardships was nothing more than this."
Hearing this, I was quite surprised. After thinking about it carefully, I was about to continue talking to him when Zhao Jiaming stood up, put the chair back in its place, and said, "I've rested enough. Let's begin! 　　We'll massage
along the meridians ; this will not only promote blood circulation but also relieve the soreness from the massage." As he spoke, he turned and drew the thick curtains, turned off all the lights in the room, and 　　lit only three fruit-scented candles 　　near the air conditioner vent . The dimly lit room, the flickering candlelight, the faint fragrance—the atmosphere suddenly 　　became ambiguous. Yet, he did all this with such fluidity and ease. I was so captivated by his 　　agility despite being blind that I forgot the tension and embarrassment I should have felt. 　　He took two bottles from the box he had brought, poured the contents into a large bowl and set it aside. Then he took out two more bottles 　　and held them out to me to smell. "Which one do you like?"

One scent was lavender, the other mint. I glanced at him, but couldn't discern anything from his expression.
I chose the mint. He added a few drops to the bowl, stirred it a few times, and the essential oil turned a clear,
whitish color. He had me lie face down on the bed to relax, then draped a towel over my hips before dipping his hands into the bowl and
gently pouring the essential oil onto my shoulders, back, waist, legs, and feet.
The room was air-conditioned, the temperature very comfortable. However, when the essential oil touched my skin, I felt as if I had been
transported through a game portal to a lush forest, surrounded by the cool, refreshing scent of nature.
His hands moved to my neck, spreading the oil around it, then slowly moved to my arms and armpits, one stroke at a time
. Because of the previous massage experience, he no longer reminded me how much pain or pressure to apply, simply
pressing and stroking quietly and gently. His touch was very light, and before I knew it, my back was slippery with moisture.
This wasn't my first time using essential oils, but I never expected the massage under his hands to feel so different. The sore,
tingling pleasure after the massage was gradually replaced by the sensual allure of the oil application, my nerves felt completely expanded, and
a subtle, ambiguous atmosphere grew between us. I was so weak I couldn't speak, only breathing heavily.
After a while, the essential oils began to cool. The heat seeped into my skin, then
moved with his hands over various parts of my back. Because he always skipped my buttocks, it felt like water in a bathtub;
the water stopped when his hand pressed the drain, and started flowing again when he pulled it away. In his touch, my whole body felt like it was on fire, and
my breaths turned into moans. The sounds weren't loud, but in the dim, quiet environment, they sounded almost like moans to my own ears
.
"Should I remove the towel?" he suddenly asked.
I didn't answer, but simply reached out and ripped the towel off my buttocks. He exhaled softly,
applied essential oil to my buttocks, and began massaging them, then thoroughly smeared the oil all over my back. This time,
with nothing obstructing my movement, the motion was much smoother, and the sensation was more complete. Combined with the warming effect of the essential oil, the feeling
was beyond mere comfort; it was blatant teasing and stimulation. With his caresses,
the sounds escaping my throat could no longer be restrained; my moans grew louder.
Just like the previous massage, his hands still only reached the edge of my chest. I slightly raised my upper body, hoping he
would push down to my breasts. Having experienced his keen and developed sense of touch and hearing, I had no doubt he understood
the meaning of my little gesture. However, he seemed to deliberately ignore my hints. He returned to my feet, massaging
the soles and toes, then pushing upwards little by little, down to the groin and then downwards, repeating the process.
Just as I was beginning to feel disappointed, without warning, his hand suddenly slipped inside my thigh. I was so startled I almost
jumped out of bed, but he held me down by pressing down on my waist. Then he spread my legs and
began pushing back and forth along my thighs, starting from the outside and moving inwards. However, his thumb, as it approached,
withdrew just before reaching my genitals.
I wanted him to move upwards, touch my genitals, and stay there, but clearly, the influence was one-sided.
He controlled himself very well, at least his movements were well controlled.
This time, I didn't wait for him to ask. I turned to him and said, "Oh my god, what are you waiting for? Keep going
!"
He smiled and quickened his pace, circling my back, then his hands moved up and down
my ribs, circling downwards, caressing my breasts. I felt his hands were about to touch my nipples, and I felt tense
, anxious, and a little excited. I gave a soft moan, signaling him to hurry, but he stopped abruptly just before reaching my nipples
.
I was getting annoyed by his manipulative tactics. I turned to see what he was up to, but then, with
a sudden movement, he flipped me over, turning me from a prone position to a supine one.
He gave me a few seconds to gasp, gasp, and adjust my position before slowly sliding his hands down my neck,
carefully caressing every inch of my body. I knew he was 'looking' at me. Then, he kicked off his shoes, got on the bed, and straddled
me, but his weight was on his knees and calves, with only his lower body lightly touching my hips
. At that moment, I truly understood what ecstasy was.
Perhaps because he was kneeling on me, this time he only applied essential oil to my breasts. My breasts aren't large;
when I stand upright, they resemble teardrops, only appearing larger when I bend over due to gravity. Lying down, although the curves
were still noticeable, because I was leaning to the sides, there wasn't even a groove in the middle, let alone those high, rounded arches.
I've thought about surgery, but I'm so afraid of the pain that I haven't made up my mind yet.
"Your breasts are a great size and shape, don't ruin them with fakes! Watch carefully how I do it, I'll teach you some
massage techniques so you can take care of them yourself," he suddenly said.
At this point, I was no longer surprised by his intelligence, thoughtfulness, and keen perception; I just focused on watching his warm, smooth
hands lift my breasts, circle them, press, and spread them out. A moment later, his fingers pinched my nipples.
They were already engorged and erect when he massaged my back, and now, under his touch, they had grown even larger
and pinker. This lewd scene was almost unbearable for me.
Under his skillful kneading and squeezing, I felt my breasts becoming softer and my nipples harder. At that
moment, it felt as if my life was firmly in his grasp, waiting for him to give me the final blow, and then we'd see if I went to heaven or
hell. He must have known my reaction perfectly; all his movements were focused on my breasts. I gasped, waves
of intense stimulation making me tremble uncontrollably, my whole body itching as if feathers were scratching my most sensitive spots. My
vagina began to wet, droplets sliding down my legs. Luckily, my thighs were coated with essential oil, making it difficult to
tell even when wet, preventing me from feeling too embarrassed about my arousal.
But he didn't even need to look to know I was already aroused. After releasing my breasts, he pulled my legs
apart. This action filled me with both anticipation and fear; my hips involuntarily tensed, twitching and relaxing. He knelt
on my heels, then placed my spread legs on his thighs. This was the first time he had allowed me to use my hands...
He touched me elsewhere, and even through his pants, I could clearly feel his strong, thick
thighs. I really wished he would undress so I could hug him properly, but that was just a fleeting thought. His
touch aroused me so much that my mind was filled with images of my own screaming vagina.
He dipped some essential oil in his hand and slowly poured it onto my lower abdomen. After a short massage, my abdomen felt warm;
I didn't know if it was the oil or just my imagination. This time, my reaction wasn't as strong, as I
was prepared for his skill. I propped myself up on my elbows and watched closely as he performed his miracles on me.
His hand reached my genitals, not immediately parting my labia, but carefully stroking the outer area. I was so glad that
the boredom of the past two days in the hotel had kept my pubic hair small, clean, and smooth. Although he
couldn't see it, I had no doubt he could appreciate it.
Sure enough, he leaned down and whispered in my ear, "Your body is so beautiful, men must drool over you
."
I wanted to ask if that included you, but I was afraid he'd say no, which would be too hurtful, so I could only bite my lip and remain silent
. But his words were so alluring, and his actions made my head spin, and I finally couldn't help but let out
a soft "Mmm.
" His hand began to rotate on the top of my inner thigh, while his thumb
slid across my labia. Then, his thumb pressed against my labia, and his wrist began to tremble. I felt a tingling sensation all over my body, my mind
went blank, and my juices flowed freely. I instinctively tightened my legs, but he firmly spread them apart. His entire
palm covered my genitals, kneading them, the heel of his palm pressing on my clitoris. I barely had time to catch my breath before
he brought me to orgasm.
Before the stimulation of the orgasm had completely subsided, he slowly inserted his fingers inside. Perhaps because it was already
completely wet inside, his fingers slipped in effortlessly. My heart leaped into my throat, my blood rushed, and
I craved his fingers to move. His movements were rhythmic, with each wave increasing in intensity and
the intervals between the tremors becoming shorter. I soon couldn't hold back any longer and fell back onto the pillow, screaming. His tremors
intensified with my screams.
He grabbed my wrist with one hand and placed it on my breast, then released it and slid it down to my lower abdomen, pressing down
while simultaneously flicking my clitoris with his thumb. Then, another finger went in, instantly filling my vagina completely
. He played with even more than when there was only one finger inside, the feeling of fullness and
pressure extending all the way to my throat, making it hard to breathe.
I felt like I was going crazy, my hands gripping my breasts tightly, but because they were covered in lotion,
they were slippery and I couldn't get a good grip. I felt like I was about to explode, and I kept praying that it would
n't stop. That feeling of full-body spasms, head rushing with blood, vaginal contractions, hysteria—I wanted
to hold on forever. I must have looked utterly hideous, but knowing he couldn't see, I didn't care.
I writhed and convulsed wildly under his hands, pulling at my breasts, moaning and screaming uncontrollably.
Only after the climax subsided did he withdraw his fingers, teasing them on his lips. I lifted myself up, reaching out
to hook my arms around his neck, but he grabbed my wrist with lightning speed. I pulled hard, trying to pull him
down onto me. I thought it wouldn't work, but to my surprise, he actually lay down on top of me. His massive body
pressed down on me, and I immediately couldn't breathe.
However, I didn't care about inhaling oxygen; I let out anxious, yearning moans into his ear,
writhing beneath him, my thighs rubbing against his stomach, my hair flying across his face, my breasts
rubbing against his shoulders and arms with each movement. To be honest, I was a little frantic. On one hand, the climax he gave me
was so powerful, and on the other hand, he clearly had feelings for me, but didn't I have any control over him?
Deep down, I knew I didn't, but I couldn't bear not trying.
He held my hand firmly from beginning to end, using his body to hold me still. Only after I calmed
down from the frenzy did he get off me, lie on his side beside me, then wrap his arms around my body, pressing my back
against his chest, his thighs pressing against my waist and hips. I almost immediately froze. The linen fabric felt
stiff against my naked skin, but it was nothing compared to his strong body and hard muscles, not to mention
his hot, huge penis pressing against my lower back.
He breathed into my ear and asked, "Did you like it?" I didn't know which part he was asking about—
the service just now, the current state, or both.
I felt a little silly, but I still chuckled, "To hell with true love, this is the real
feeling!" I didn't know which part I was referring to—the service I'd just received, his current state,
or both.
He laughed too, "What about when we're seventy or eighty?"
I pretended to think for a moment, "Then we'll play the true love game again when we're seventy or eighty!"
He pulled me closer, and we lay there quietly, the hum of the air conditioner compressor seeming like heavenly music.
Okay, definitely not, but the cool air from the air conditioner quickly made me feel refreshed, and
the dried essential oils emitted a faint, spicy minty scent. What could I say? He was obviously
a master at blending essential oils.
He lifted himself up, touched my face, and smoothed my hair; it felt like a
man who was very close to me and liked me was admiring me.
"Shall we continue?"
I laughed in surprise. "And yes, my life is in your hands now!"
He lowered his head and gently kissed my neck, then moved to my chest and took my nipple in his mouth, his tongue flicking back and forth,
just like he had with his fingers earlier.
My breathing was suddenly disrupted. I closed my eyes and hugged his head, accidentally touching
a ribbon in his hair. That's when I realized why, even with the most intense movements, he never touched his glasses. His body
paused slightly. I immediately put my hands on his shoulders, then slid them down to his arms, but I was still a little uneasy until...
I gripped the two corners of the pillow with both hands to straighten my chest and let him continue.
He cupped my left breast and licked and bit it, sometimes even using his teeth, while his other hand gripped my right breast with even
greater force. He hurt me, but I didn't care. At this point, I had completely lost all shyness and was letting go, fully
enjoying the most primal and pure sensory experience of life.
He switched sides two or three times before releasing my chest to suckle my neck, collarbone, and armpits. His tongue was very
agile, and his hands were kneading my breasts vigorously. I was extremely uncomfortable, my body was itchy and I was going crazy. The feeling of heaviness in my abdomen
extended all the way to the entrance of my vagina. All I could do was rub against him and let out intermittent moans.
I had been moaning for so long, and each time the sound was louder than the last, so my throat was a little hoarse.
Finally, his mouth came to my lower abdomen. I had become much more accustomed to it and cooperated with his movements, opening my legs, raising my knees
, and using the balls of my feet to lift my buttocks slightly. He started kissing from the inner thighs, then moved to the
edge of my labia, teasing for a moment before blowing hot breath into the center. I screamed in ecstasy, almost suffocating.
He paused, then used his tongue to part my labia and take my small clitoris into his mouth. My clitoris
was already swollen, and his sucking and nibbling made me involuntarily curl my toes, my legs tremble and sway
, and a warm current surged out.
He sucked and bit me with smacking sounds, and my soul seemed to leave my body. More and more fluid flowed through my body, and my vaginal opening felt
incredibly swollen. I tried to spread my legs wider, struggling to maintain my balance, but my body was weak and powerless. Then his tongue
slipped inside, while one hand pressed against my lower abdomen, and his thumb pressed against my clitoris. The impact seemed even more intense.
I couldn't bear the stimulation, gripping the pillow tightly, my body swaying uncontrollably. I climaxed in no time.
And this climax came so quickly that even I found it unbelievable.
Then he lifted his body and moved forward slightly, and I could clearly feel his penis pressing against my genitals. My heart
leaped into my throat. Was he going to do it for real? I had wanted to ask him before, but he wouldn't let me touch him.
No matter how much I teased him, he didn't unbutton a single button on his shirt. The meaning couldn't be clearer, and I wasn't about to be
shameless and make a fool of myself.
Then he shifted his body slightly, and I looked up to see that he had a brand-name vibrator and a condom in his hand.
I was surprised again; I hadn't expected him to have such high-end stuff in his suitcase. Although I was looking forward to
what was to come, I was also a little disappointed. But then again, at this moment, my body was as limp
as water, and I wouldn't say no to anything he did to me.
He put on the condom, then slowly and forcefully inserted the vibrator into my body. I didn't feel
any discomfort from the vibrator tearing at my vagina, and the little claws on his penis were just scratching my clitoris—it was so thoughtful. I secretly told myself
I had to ask him about the size and style later. He's amazing; just by touching it with his fingers, he knew which penis
was best for me.
He turned on the vibration and slowly and forcefully moved in and out of me, one hand constantly massaging my breasts.
Soon, my whole body trembled, my legs lifting and lowering, kicking and thrashing wildly, hoping he would
use more force and speed up.
Perhaps my movements were too much, hindering his actions, so he put my legs on his shoulders and leaned in
, pressing down until my thighs touched my breasts. This time he really used his strength; I was completely immobilized, only able to
anxiously and desperately utter those cries of unfulfilled desire from my throat.
Thankfully, he couldn't see me. Anyone who saw me like this wouldn't survive!
He changed the speed and angle of the vibrator, the head touching exactly where I needed it most. My brain
was severely oxygen-deprived, my body stiffened as if I had stopped breathing, and the orgasms came faster and faster with each one. I wasn't a virgin,
nor was this my first orgasm. Whether it was mouth, hands, or a vibrator, whether it was masturbation, sex, or casual encounters
, nothing was new to me. But this was the first time I had experienced this unfamiliar and extremely stimulating pleasure,
like a comet hitting the earth, so thorough, so unrestrained.
However, even if I lingered on this intense and blissful orgasm, it couldn't stop the pain from fading away from my body.
I was incredibly weak, wanting to stretch out, but he held me tightly in his arms, making it impossible to move. At this point,
I didn't care at all, waiting for him to decide when to let go of me, when to lie down, when to hug me from behind.
He didn't say a word from beginning to end, not even a heavy breath. Of course, given my state just now,
it was impossible for me to hear anything other than my own scream.
His fingers gently touched my skin, tracing patterns up and down, and soon I drifted off to sleep in his arms.
He quietly got out of bed, took his bag, and went into the bathroom; the sound of the shower began. I opened my eyes,
sat up, and looked at the wooden bathroom door. He hadn't locked it, but even I, in my naivety, knew it wasn't an invitation, though
I desperately wanted to go in.
When he came out, he was dressed exactly as he had entered, but his hair was neat, and his clothes and pants were perfectly
wrinkle-free; clearly, he had brought spare clothes this time. I looked at his face; his expression had returned
to that of the massage therapist.
He was leaving.
"Will I ever see you again?" Although I knew it was foolish, I was still somewhat reluctant to let him go. They say a man's stomach and heart are connected, and a woman's vagina and heart are connected. I don't know if the man's connection is true or not, but 　　I truly experienced
the woman's connection today. 　　He curled the corners of his lips into a smirk, teasingly saying, "Didn't you say you didn't want to get a card? I remembered." 　　"Don't worry, if you don't like anything, just say so." See, I remembered too! 　　I thought that throwing his words back at him would ease the tension, but his facial muscles 　　remained unchanged. He was either too well-protected, unable to show his emotions, or he was simply indifferent to me. I sighed and 　　could only add softly, "I'll follow the rules too." 　　He tidied up his things, picked up his cane, and walked towards the door, giving me his 　　professional smile as he said, "I'm glad you like it!"

Zhao Jiaming was determined not to listen to reason, and I was at a loss. But with my best friend there, I wasn't worried about
him running away. I knew I was being superfluous and boring, but a man who had given me this experience—if I didn't feel some
curiosity, it would be as impossible as going into Clarks without trying on the shoes in the window.
After he left, I texted my best friend. That evening, she came into my room,
and we sat on the windowsill. I slightly opened the window, and a wave of heat rushed in through the crack. Smoking wasn't allowed in the hotel, and the smoke detectors on the ceiling
were too strong, so we had to endure it.
I poured two glasses of wine, lit a cigarette, and handed it to her. "Tell me!" I could already guess what was going on .
Life has its ups and downs, its highs and lows; everyone experiences them. For Zhao Jiaming, the only difference was how high the highs were and
how low the lows were.
He lost his sight in a car accident when he was fifteen and learned massage to make a living. He was naturally
intelligent and physically strong, so he learned quickly. With his wealthy family background and the compensation money from the party at fault, he opened
his own business after completing his apprenticeship and gradually gained a reputation. This reputation propelled him to continue learning, and the more he learned, the more renowned he became
. As the business grew, so did his clientele, attracting increasingly high-end customers. Unfortunately, one of his customers not only
lost a power struggle but also got into legal trouble. Although it wasn't directly related to him, the trouble it caused was enough to force him to live a low-
profile life.
That's when it was my best friend's turn, and then mine.
When my best friend met him, he had already lived in anonymity and left the world of fame and fortune for a long time. But these days, keeping
a secret isn't easy, especially if it attracts my best friend's attention; she quickly found out his background.
"Why don't you pursue him? He really likes you!" I took a cigarette from her, took a puff, and handed it to her.
This man was certainly shrewd, but his seriousness towards me was definitely because of my best friend. But my best friend
must have many concerns; although she had reached a certain level, she was unwilling to take it a step further.
My best friend rolled her eyes at me. "Stop being so saintly. Zhao Jiaming has been in the game for so many years; his shrewdness and experience
are beyond our reach. Don't get close to him."
I chuckled and said, "Wouldn't it be perfect if we two sisters took him in? I can't win him over alone, but
if we team up, we'll be unstoppable. Even if he's highly skilled, he ca n't withstand the two of us serving him.
I don't believe he can resist!"
"I really thought you were a hopeless romantic, falling for him after just one afternoon. I'm worrying for nothing!"
I continued laughing, "You're putting some pressure on me. With my limited abilities, there's no way I
could possibly reciprocate with someone better."
My best friend waved her hand. "Don't give me that.
" "Seriously, you really touched me. I was thinking, if you don't want to get married, fine. After I get married, I'll
offer my husband to you. When I talk to him, I'll say it's our tenth wedding anniversary and I'll give him a big gift: a king and two
queens. Men are most obsessed with their wives' best friends, especially someone with an angelic face and a devilish figure like you. He'll definitely
love it. The three of us will definitely have a lot of fun, what do you think?"
My best friend clinked glasses with me. "That's a great idea. Not only will it please my husband, but it'll also give me a big gift in return.
But you'd better hurry up and find a partner! The sooner we get married, the more energy we'll have, and the more fun we'll have. If you get married at seventy
, what will you do in ten years?"
We joked around for a while, just like when we were kids, chatting about everything and everything, men. The next day, I woke up
feeling much better, perhaps because the massage and oil treatment yesterday had been so effective. The city looked incredibly pleasing to
the eye. I spent the whole day out and bought a bunch of clothes and shoes. Back at the hotel, I didn't feel tired at all. I slumped onto my computer
and surprisingly finished this "Single's Love Affair" piece in one night. I couldn't resist sharing it with the bookstore.
Finally, nothing romantic.
As Zhao Jiaming reached the door, I called out to him, "You haven't read *The Book and the Sword*, have you?
Wu Mei taught you all those lines!" I only use lavender and mint scented skincare products, and when he held up
two bottles for me to choose from, I knew it wasn't a coincidence.
He hesitated for a moment, gave me his own smile, and said, "She cares about you very much."
————The End———
Author's Note: This new series was a rather impulsive idea. I don't plan to write complex stories, so
this series will likely be relatively short, around 10,000 words. Writing is slow; the other stories will probably take forever to finish
. Fortunately, even though my stories are a series, they are all independent, so even if they're short, they'll end in a single post, so it
won't be a bad ending.
School is about to start! Wishing everyone a fresh start to the new semester!

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