[po(8)]

My luck has been halved this week…
First, my computer broke down, requiring the replacement of all its core components. If the hard drive hadn't survived, I would have been devastated.
Then, my new attempt to alleviate financial pressure has temporarily failed; hopefully, another attempt will yield satisfactory results.
Finally, my wife has facial nerve palsy and is currently on IV fluids.
However, I'm quite good at finding humor in hardship. While buying medicine for her, I laughed when I saw the indication for methylcobalamin tablets
: peripheral neuropathy.
Those who use Weibo should always keep a box on hand!
When I told my wife about it, she laughed uncontrollably too.
Although her mouth is still crooked when she smiles, she's still very cute.
In the new year, everything will be better… probably.
In short, I wish everyone good luck.
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... He panted, his lower abdomen using her buttocks as a fulcrum, 　　his hips rising and falling like a seesaw, resembling a water pump used in the countryside. With each 　　thrust of his penis, fluid was indeed drawn out, staining the cleft between her thighs slippery. 　　"It's...it's alright..." her voice became thinner, her hands behind her back, pinching and kneading his waist. 　　"Not heavy...I quite...I quite like you pressing down on me like this..." 　　"What about inside? Do you like it inside?" He licked her shoulder blades, kissed the crook of her neck, and 　　asked excitedly while kissing her earlobe . 　　He could feel that her alluring little hole was wetter and more moist than yesterday. 　　"I like it... It hurt a little at first, but afterwards... it was just so comfortable... so comfortable..." 　　she moaned, answering without any pretense. Her slender waist seemed to be unable to resist, twisting slightly up and down with his thrusting movements 　　, afraid to move too much, as if afraid that his hard penis would slip out. 　　"I'm afraid it's not going in deep enough, that you won't feel anything..." He happily lifted her head and turned her, licking 　　the corner of her mouth. 　　She stuck her tongue out and intertwined it with his for a while, pulling out a glistening strand, panting as she said 　　, "I don't like it so deep, it feels stuffy inside, I like it like this... ah, ah ah... yes, like this, 　　push me... push me there, you press in like this along the front, grinding it until my... my inner thighs are sore, mmm... 　　ah! Good!" "So good... Zhao Tao, Tao... So comfortable... Mmm..." 　　These sweet and seductive moans poured out of his high school girlfriend's mouth, like 　　a powerful aphrodisiac shot into his arm. His glans swelled instantly, as if a rope had been tied around its base. 　　If the protruding blood vessels around his penis were punctured, blood would probably shoot up to the ceiling. 　　He squeezed his hands between the mattress and Fang Tongtong's body, forcefully grasping her breasts, which he now completely possessed. 　　A surge of desire filled every vein, making every muscle in his body scream for him to thrust, thrust, thrust! 　　While Fang Tongtong's response to this position was surprisingly good, it wasn't very convenient for him to thrust forcefully. If he went too fast, 　　his penis would slip down to his pubic bone due to the oily love fluid, kissing his nipples in the back 　　. 　　After pushing it in again three times, he knelt up somewhat impatiently, holding her waist and saying, "Tongtong, come on, 　　bend over, it's inconvenient for me to move like that, hurry." Fang 　　Tongtong still preferred the leisurely, unhurried position from before. Although the emptiness inside her vagina 　　felt a little unpleasant when he slid out, the bump on her clitoris was quite pleasurable, enough to make up for it. Since he wanted to, 　　she had no objections; after all, she was filled with curiosity and 　　a desire to experiment in this completely new area. 　　"Lower, a little lower." With her long legs and high knees, Zhao Tao gestured, pressing her legs apart 　　slightly. Finally, he aimed again, supporting her bouncy buttocks with a thrust of his hips, and returned to that moist, warm, and 　　wonderfully welcoming passage that intimately embraced his penis. 　　Excitement had already dominated his muscles. He only endured 　　a dozen shallow thrusts at the entrance before impatiently plunging all the way in, making Fang Tongtong cry out and collapse onto the pillow, leaving only her white buttocks raised 　　high. "Upright. 　　Damn, this feels so good! It feels so fucking good!" 　　He grabbed Fang Tongtong's waist and shook himself wildly like a male dog he'd seen on the street, flesh slapping against flesh, 　　making a crackling sound like an oblivious spectator clapping and cheering. 　　In this position, his penis went in exceptionally deep, immediately hitting a slightly hardened lump of flesh at the very back. 　　He chuckled to himself, wondering if this was the kind of womanizer described in novels? He immediately increased the pressure on his hips, not even bothering 　　to pull away, pressing down and thrusting hard. 　　"No...no...it hurts a little, don't go in so deep..." Fang Tongtong slapped his hand on her buttocks 　　twice, frowning as she said, "It's not as good as before, pull out a little." " 　　Huh? Shouldn't she be experiencing ecstasy the moment she's penetrated there?" He paused, but seeing that her expression was 　　no longer the alluring blend of apparent pain and pleasure, she was genuinely uncomfortable. He could only nod, softly 　　apologize, and pull her closer, kneading her buttocks and slowing his pace. 　　As if afraid of displeasing him, Fang Tongtong twisted her waist, using her wet vagina to suckle his penis, and 　　said softly, "Maybe I'm not used to it at first. I'll let you try pushing in deeper later, okay?"

"It's okay, I just wanted to make you feel good too. Actually, if I really wanted to feel good myself, I'd feel best moving faster on the outermost part
." He wiped his sweat, but two drops still dripped onto his white buttocks. He wiped them away with his thumb and
said contentedly.
Fang Tongtong arched her back and shifted her knees, humming softly in rhythm with his thrusts for a while, saying, "Actually
... it's still more comfortable like before. When you're pressed against me... it feels like you're completely pressing down on me, that thing, that
thing is throbbing inside, pressing against something in front of me when it comes in, it feels like I'm getting an electric
shock. And... and when you're like that, you're pressing your buttocks so tightly, it makes my whole body feel warm."
He was almost at the climax, and upon hearing his girlfriend say this, he immediately hugged her and lay down on top of her again,
"Okay, if you like it, let's do it like this."
Her face turned even redder, she bit her lip, and whispered, "Mmm, just... just like this... I
like it when you do it like this, just like this... mmm... so comfortable..."
And so, he maintained the position of covering Fang Tongtong beneath him, rubbing their naked bodies, using
that unhurried rhythm to push his burgeoning, high-pitched desire little by little to its peak.
What he hadn't expected was that in such tender, yet somewhat passionless, kissing and caressing, the final
climax during ejaculation would be unbelievably intense.
Fang Tongtong must have reached a sweet bliss with him; her body suddenly locked onto him, her joyful
breath like heavenly music.
As if in a wondrous resonance, their joy infected and transmitted to each other, harmonizing and then returning to each other many times over
.
Tenderness tightened, hardness melted.
Grains of sand piled up into a tower, which collapsed with a crash beneath the sky.
(Forty-eight)
When Zhao Tao opened his eyes, it was only slightly dawn.
He yawned, turned to the side, and looked contentedly at Fang Tongtong, who was so close to him.
She was sleeping sweetly and soundly, a slight smile on her lips, probably having a good dream.
In fact, after a night, even the most beautiful girl would look a little oily. However, even if
Fang Tongtong's face was covered in oil, he would never tire of looking at her.
Getting closer, he could feel her even and long breaths.
The air conditioner was working diligently, and since girls are usually more sensitive to the cold, the large blanket they shared was now completely wrapped around
her, up to her neck, leaving only her cute little face exposed.
Imagining their future life after marriage, seeing her sleeping like this every morning before work
, he couldn't help but smile, like a child who had thrown a tantrum and finally gotten candy.
It was still early, and he didn't know what to do after getting up. After thinking for a moment, he quietly leaned over
and kissed Fang Tongtong on the lips, then lay back down and closed his eyes again.
As it turned out, what he gave Fang Tongtong always received many times more in return.
When he woke up again, he set a new record in his life—being kissed
awake by his girlfriend on top of him.
Of course, he didn't need to open his eyes to know who it was. After confirming it wasn't a dream, he immediately hugged
Fang Tongtong, who seemed to be still unclothed, and fiercely reciprocated with his tongue.
They kissed passionately for several minutes before reluctantly parting.
"Two oily faces." Fang Tongtong bit his chin and said with a grin, "Am I
ugly right now? I haven't even washed my face."
"No, I always think you're incredibly beautiful. Having you as my girlfriend is the luckiest thing in the world."
He lifted his neck to kiss the tip of her nose, and she laughed and dodged, which inadvertently revealed her pair of swaying,
snow-white breasts under the towel.
For Zhao Tao, who still had a stable morning erection after days of masturbation, this wake-up stimulation was a bit too much, and the flag-raising
ceremony was immediately prepared.
"Eh? You...you're not serious? You haven't washed your oily face yet...breakfast, I still...waaaah...uh...
uh..."
Forget about breakfast. Sucking on her tender little tongue, kneading her soft big breasts, her slightly wet and breathy little hole
took in most of him at once, there was no way she would be hungry.
One morning cannon shot directly delayed the wake-up time from 7:30 to 8:20.
After catching her breath, Fang Tongtong bit his chest hard, grabbed her underwear from the bedside table, put it on, and
walked towards the door with her clothes in hand. "Ugh, I'm all sweaty this morning. Go buy breakfast, I'm going to take a shower."
He slumped on the towel, nodding contentedly. "Okay, what do you want to eat?"
"Soy milk, with sugar. You can buy whatever else you like. Oh, right." She turned around, leaning against the doorframe,
and said, "I'm thinking of getting my hair done this morning and going shopping with my girlfriends. Are you staying home or going to see Sun Bo and the others?"
"I'll stay home. I don't want to go out these days." He touched his crotch, speaking suggestively.
"You rascal, I wonder how much you'd been pent up before I came along." She chuckled. "
I probably won't have time to make lunch, so let's just eat what's ready. I'll bring it back."
"Fine, whatever you say." He lazily squinted, still immersed in the feeling of being enveloped in happiness
.
He waited until the sound of running water came from the bathroom before quickly washing his face in the kitchen and going downstairs to buy breakfast.
On the way, he could clearly sense that the old men guarding the gate were eager to ask him something, but he wisely
pedaled hard to avoid them.
When he got home, Fang Tongtong had already showered, changed into her pajamas, and was drying her hair with a towel on the sofa.
"I think I'll buy a hairdryer this afternoon. Your hair is so long, it's such a hassle to style," he
suggested, putting down his breakfast.
"How will you tell your aunt and uncle if you leave it at home?" she asked, looking up at him expectantly.
"She's my girlfriend," he said with a smile, sitting down and putting his arm around her. "I already told them I'd introduce you two as soon as they get back . I'm not going to have a secret relationship; why be secretive? I want to 　　walk hand-in-hand
with you openly in the yard ." 　　"Your aunt and uncle will definitely blame me for interfering with your studies. My grades are at the bottom of the class..." she said, playing with her fingers, 　　deliberately acting like a submissive wife. "If I can't be paired with you to improve together, they won't approve of me."

Knowing she was subtly mocking his past feelings for Meng Xiaohan, he simply pushed her down onto the sofa.
"Marrying a wife is for yourself, as long as I'm happy."
Afraid he would take the opportunity to "have fun" on the sofa again, Fang Tongtong quickly pushed him away, only letting him kiss her
once. "Okay, okay, if your aunt and uncle don't object, I'll go and confront my mom, and we can just
get engaged directly."
"Will your mom agree? We're only in our final year of high school..." He paused, seriously considering the possibility.
"I was just kidding! Playing dumb." She quickly exclaimed, "Let's eat.
I'm content as long as I don't have to sneak around here. We'll talk about my mom and school after we graduate."
"Graduation..." He took a bite of the fried dough stick, sipped his tofu pudding, and imagined their future life. "Hey,
where are you planning to go for your exams, and what are you going to do?"
Fang Tongtong swallowed her soy milk and said, "Wherever you go for your exams, I'll go to a vocational college in early childhood education or something,
and come back to be a kindergarten teacher. I like playing with kids, singing and dancing, and stuff like that. Uh... if you can support me
, that would be even better, then I'll just stay home and play with our kids."
"I haven't decided where to go yet, but I want to study Chinese literature. I want to be an editor or a freelance writer
. I can't count on a good school..." He laughed, "I'm not
cut out for studying. Besides Chinese, my only decent thing is English."
"Actually, you're just lazy. You're quite smart, so why don't you..." She thought for a moment and giggled.
“Let’s just say that in the last semester before the college entrance exam, if you don’t study for at least seventy hours a week, I won’t make love to you. I reckon you
can get into a top
university.” “What if… we don’t get into the same school? We’ll only see each other a few times a semester. Just thinking about it makes me sad.”
He lowered his head, worrying prematurely.
“Impossible. Unless there’s not a single crappy school you can get into anywhere you can just pay to get in, I definitely
won’t let you dump me.” She said with a smile, “If there really isn’t one, I won’t go to school. I’ll just go
work where you go to school, as a clerk in the school’s convenience store. No salary, just meals provided.”
They chatted haphazardly about various possibilities for the future. After breakfast, Fang Tongtong tidied herself up a bit,
spent more than ten minutes putting on makeup in front of the mirror in the wardrobe, gave him a quick kiss goodbye at the door, and went downstairs with her skirt fluttering in the wind.
Even though he had lived alone for a long time, Zhao Tao still felt a sudden emptiness in the house after she left.
After playing games for a while, studying English, and doing a worksheet, he felt increasingly lethargic.
In less than two hours, he couldn't help but start thinking about Fang Tongtong.
He even began to suspect that the "love-binding spell" had silently begun to work in both directions.
Around 11 PM, the phone rang. He glanced at the number; it was his aunt.
It was probably just a routine inquiry. He listlessly moved the phone closer to the sofa, leaned against it, and picked
up the receiver.
"Hello, Tao Tao, is that you?"
"Who else could it be, Auntie?" he replied lazily.
"How would I know? What if it was that little girl who lives with you who answered?"
(49)
A thunderclap rang in his ears, and Zhao Tao froze on the other end of the phone, completely at a loss for
words. He subconsciously said, "Auntie, how...how did you know?"
"I heard from the old lady in your courtyard last week that you're lucky. A pretty girl comes to bring you
breakfast every day. I heard you were on vacation, so I was going to come and see you today and ask her something. But when I went upstairs this morning,
I saw you and her hugging and kissing at the door. Zhao Tao, you've really grown up, haven't you? You're a senior in high school and you're already
bringing your girlfriend home overnight?"
Zhao Tao was covered in sweat and didn't dare to refute anything. He stammered, "I...I finally...just
..."
His aunt paused, her tone suddenly changing. She asked, "Did she wash the big bed sheet hanging on the balcony?"
"Yes."
"Did she cook the meals you've been eating at home these past few days?"
"Yes."
"You two...crossed the line?"
"Um. Ah! Um... um." He felt incredibly nervous and quickly said, "Auntie, please don't tell my
parents yet. I won't hide it from them. When they come back, I'll introduce Tongtong to them, okay? I... I really
like her a lot, and she's so good to me. Auntie, no... no other girl has ever liked me this much."
"Do her parents know?"
"No. She plans to tell them after she graduates from high school."
"What's her name? What's her family like? How are her studies?" His aunt started asking questions incessantly.
Since his mother wasn't around, he and his aunt had always felt like mother and son.
He didn't intend to hide anything and told her everything.
After chatting for more than ten minutes, his aunt finally seemed to let him off the hook, saying, "Okay, I'll keep it a secret for now.
When your sister and brother-in-law come back, you can tell them yourself. Try to improve your grades. As a student, nothing gives you
more confidence than exam results. Telling that you're in a relationship might actually motivate you to study. Your mom might be so happy that she won't say anything."
"Okay," he quickly agreed, not daring to say anything more. He thought to himself that what she said made sense.
It seemed that his only bargaining chip with his parents was this grade that he had previously disregarded.
“It’s not a big deal that she’s a little bad at studying. As long as she’s not a bad person and doesn’t mess around, she’s a good girl. You won’t marry a girl who only knows
how to do academics.” The aunt sighed on the other end of the line and added, “It’s already like this, so I won’t say much more.
Just don’t go too far with yourselves at home, and be careful. Young girls can’t handle too much. You’re a naughty boy, so don’t
ruin her life.”
Not understanding what was going on, Zhao Tao remembered that Fang Tongtong’s uncle had said something similar, and mustered his courage to ask,
“What…safety? Is our relationship dangerous for her?”
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line. The aunt seemed a little embarrassed, then said with a hint of anger, “
You’re such a grown man, and you don’t even know how to be safe when you’re dating? Go find someone yourself! You’re always reading books, and you
don’t even know how to be safe with a girl. You naughty boys…No, I have to keep an eye on my daughter.
I’ll come see you later, and you’d better think it over!”
Perhaps sensing something was amiss, his aunt, before hanging up, tossed out, "Family planning supplies,
go buy them now!"
Family planning supplies? He put down the phone, then felt a jolt, as if he'd been electrocuted.
Condoms!
He was overjoyed, having thoroughly enjoyed himself with Fang Tongtong, completely forgetting that pregnancy was even possible
.
Had Fang Tongtong seen condoms at the supermarket that day? Why hadn't she reminded him?
His mind immediately began replaying the cheap commercials from the local TV station. He scratched his head, considered for a few minutes,
grabbed his wallet and clothes, and dashed out the door.
There was a small supermarket near his family compound. He went in and looked around, but didn't see any condoms. Afterwards
, he thought for a moment and went to a pharmacy. There, he saw colorful boxes in the display case, but
looking at the saleswoman, who looked to be no more than twenty years old, his face burned. He was too embarrassed
to approach her and say, "Excuse me, I...want a box of condoms."
After hesitating for four or five minutes, he left the pharmacy and rode his bike two blocks away.
He clearly remembered a small, inconspicuous shop there, its entrance plastered with advertisements for things like "Indian God
Oil for Unfailing Male Enhancement," and two large characters on the door: "Family Supplies, Male and Female Health Products."
Specialized products should be bought at specialized shops.
Locking his bike, he waited until the streets were quiet before diving behind the thick curtain.
Then, he entered a small, new world…
When he left, his wallet was missing over two hundred yuan—the equivalent of four or five sets of comic books—in exchange for
a well-concealed black plastic bag in his bike basket.
The bag contained condoms, two large boxes of Jissbon, enough to last him until next month.
Besides that, there were two other items he'd only ever seen in novels and porn; these were the first time he'd ever seen them in person.
A plastic vibrator with a cord, and a three-speed vibrator, batteries included.
Judging from the shopkeeper's expression while promoting them, he figured they probably wouldn't sell more than two of these items a year.
Both items looked very rudimentary and crudely made, and worried they wouldn't work, he opened the packaging and
tried them out on the spot. The vibrator was a bit noisy, but the vibration was great. But the
vibrator, with its stiff spring and rubber head, looked more like something an old man would use to massage his neck.
Perhaps because he wasn't a rare customer, the shopkeeper also included a booklet. He flipped through it; the first few
pages explained sexual positions, and the later pages showed how to make your woman have multiple orgasms—basically
the theoretical guide every guy in a relationship wanted.
The illustrations were exquisite, and the descriptions were so detailed, even a single man could use it for masturbation.
The boy, carrying a black plastic bag, rushed upstairs, inserted the key, and realized the door wasn't locked from the inside. Sure
enough, Fang Tongtong, who had also taken the key, was already back, setting the table with food: roast chicken, cola, and
stir-fries—quite a feast.
But strangely, her complexion was a little off; she seemed to be in a bad mood. Seeing him return, she forced
a smile and asked, "What did you buy? Why are you using a plastic bag?"
"Nothing much, just some things I needed." He tossed the bag onto the sofa, a little worried, and asked, "
What's wrong? Did you get angry with someone?"
Fang Tongtong pouted and nodded. She wasn't one to keep secrets, so she immediately began to tell him, "My
girlfriends and I went to the XX Temple area. Since there weren't many people, we got a fortune stick. I asked the fortune teller to predict
our love life, and I was so happy! It was a very auspicious sign, saying we'd definitely be together forever."
"Isn't that great?" he said, a sweet feeling welling up inside him.
“Yeah, but on the way out there was a cold-blooded fortune-telling stall. That crazy old man jumped out and started babbling on and on, saying
it was free, and I just listened, absolutely no money required.”
“What did he say?”
“He said I’m going to have bad luck.” Fang Tongtong sullenly propped her cheek on her hand and looked at him, saying, “He mumbled
a bunch of nonsense, basically just trying to scam me out of money. He said someone used a blood-soul curse, stole my three flowers,
possessed my spiritual consciousness, severely damaged my luck, and that I’d face bloodshed in the future. He just wanted me to pay him to figure out how to
break it, what a bummer.”
Zhao Tao’s heart skipped a beat. Had the love-locking curse been seen through?
Fortunately, Fang Tongtong didn't seem to believe the old man. She said angrily, "I was just having fun
, so I asked him how to resolve this and how much it would cost. That old man just shook his head and sighed, like I was dying.
He said the 'Essence Blood Curse' was too powerful and its damage to one's fortune needed to be worn down by frequent use. He said the ancients could have three wives
and four concubines, not acting like women, so they could use it without any burden.
I could try them one by one, but using it now would be a sin. I was so annoyed, and we ended up arguing."
Zhao Tao barely managed to control his expression, saying, "Fortune-telling swindlers love
to swindle money like that. If you raise the price a bit more, he'll probably tell you."
"He did eventually say something, that he had a way to resolve this calamity without charging me, but I had to be able
to do it." Fang Tongtong placed the food in front of him, looking even angrier.
"Uh… what is it?" he asked cautiously.
"If you tell me to move, move immediately, move to the farthest place the better. No matter who you care about here,
except for your closest relatives, you have to let go of them and never think about them again." Fang Tongtong snorted, grabbed a chicken leg, tore off the skin, and
put it in his bowl. "Here, I don't like this."
Then, with a hint of fierceness, she said, "Pah, I'd rather die."
(50)
"Don't keep talking about death, it's so unlucky." Zhao Tao felt increasingly uncomfortable and quickly scolded, "Just a
lousy fortune teller, don't take it seriously, eat your food."
Fang Tongtong said "Oh," knowing her personality, she would probably forget about it completely by evening.
But Zhao Tao couldn't help but take it to heart. Every word the old man said was like ink-black clouds,
piling up in his chest.
Could the love-binding spell he used really bring Fang Tongtong some bloodshed? Is it really true that he can only
use this spell on girls one by one, making them fall in love with him and weakening its power, so that he can finally live in peace?
Would he settle down and spend the rest of his life with the last one?
But... but if it really would kill so many girls who loved him, how could he possibly live a peaceful life
?
He didn't believe it. He swallowed hard, opened his mouth to eat the chicken skin Fang Tongtong had picked up for him, and decided to
treat all those words as a scammer's trick. Of course, it's better to be safe than sorry, and he also needed to take precautions. As long as
they were together, he had to do everything he could to protect Fang Tongtong's safety…
Thinking of safety, he immediately remembered something else and quickly said, “By the way, Tongtong, this morning… my
aunt called. She… um… knows about us, and she knows you're staying here and haven't come home.”
Fang Tongtong, with a mouthful of rice in her mouth, looked up, her eyes wide. She quickly chewed a few bites and swallowed, nervously
asking, “What should I do? Will Auntie be very angry? Will she tell your parents? Will she… will she
think I'm frivolous and dislike me?”
He grabbed her hand, considered for a moment, and said, “She promised not to tell for now, but suggested I study hard
and prove to my parents that early romance doesn't have much of an impact. Then… she also mentioned something else. I thought about it, and your uncle's
warning to me that time probably meant the same thing.”
“What?” Fang Tongtong blinked, clearly relieved.
“We need to be careful about contraception.” His face flushed slightly as he pointed to the black plastic bag. “I just
went to buy condoms. I was so happy, I forgot there was a possibility of that happening. I’m sorry,
Tongtong, I’ll be more careful next time.”
Fang Tongtong looked at him, chuckled, and leaned over to leave a kiss on his cheek. “
What are you apologizing for? You don’t know, but I know. I saw them for sale in the supermarket, but I
didn’t say I wanted to buy any, so of course it’s fine.”
“Fine?” He didn’t quite understand and asked doubtfully, “But what if we really get pregnant… we can’t
get married before graduating high school, can we?”
Fang Tongtong tapped his bowl with her chopsticks. “That’s not what I meant. My girlfriends reminded
me before I came, and we even secretly looked up a lot of information. I’m in my safe period now, you know?”
“Uh… I know that term, but how do you mean I haven’t paid attention? Are you sure?”
“Of course I’m sure,” Fang Tongtong said with a grin. “My period is very regular, plus or minus one day.
It usually comes the day after or the day after my tutoring session, and those three days are definitely within my safe period. Okay, don’t worry?”
He let out a long sigh of relief, a weight finally lifted from his heart.
Seeing his expression, Fang Tongtong suddenly asked, “You don’t like children?”
He quickly replied, “No, I… I do. But this is too early. We should wait until
we graduate from university and get married before having a baby. I overlooked that before; I’ll definitely pay attention in the future.”
Her mood improved considerably because of his assurance, and she promptly put the fortune teller’s matter out of her mind
.
The thought of having another day and a half to indulge in unrestrained ejaculation filled Zhao Tao with immense joy.
However, still mindful of those words, he advised, "Tongtong, it's better to believe those charlatans than not. From now on
... please don't go to those dangerous places anymore, okay? What do you want to do? I'll go with you, and we'll find a safer
place. Even if there's some trouble, we can definitely avoid it if we're careful."
"Okay, then you have to come with me to karaoke and the dance machine later, no cheating."
"I'll go, I definitely will. Even if I don't play, I'll just watch from the sidelines." He was terrified that the old man's
words might come true, so he quickly agreed to everything.
Right now, he practically wanted to shrink Fang Tongtong down and put her inside his pants to protect her like another penis
.
"After you're done cleaning up, let's finish playing the Legend of Sword and Fairy game together." She pursed her lips, encouraging herself
. "It's okay that Lin Yueru is dead, there's still Zhao Ling'er, right? Although I don't really like her, she's
more than good enough for Li Xiaoyao."
Hmm... Zhao Tao considered it for a moment and decisively chose not to spoil anything.
However, Fang Tongtong was even more perceptive than he had imagined. She felt something was off as soon as she got the puppet worm. After traveling
back in time and seeing the Water Demon Beast being sacrificed, she pushed aside the keyboard, tilted her head, and thought for a while before decisively running
to find a few other popular software books and directly looking up the game's ending.
"I'm not playing anymore. Who made this game...it's so inhumane!" She slammed the magazine down, angrily
saying, "Li Xiaoyao isn't my type, but he's not a bad person! How come he won't
let me marry a single wife? He killed them all! I'm not playing anymore, it's disgusting."
Before Zhao Tao could say anything, she glanced at her watch and truly had no interest in continuing.
"Heat up the food, and after we eat, we'll watch a movie. I'm not playing that anymore, hmph."
Watch a movie...yes, watch a movie! His eyes lit up, and he hurriedly said, "Okay, I have a good movie, let's
watch it together in a bit. Ah... by the way, it's quite hot today, I'll take a shower first, you can shower first too?"
Fang Tongtong didn't suspect anything and said directly, "Sure, I'll test the hair dryer you bought this afternoon to see if it works."
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After thinking for a while, Zhao Tao still didn't dare to put that big yellow European and American disc directly in, so he put in a horror
movie first, sat on the sofa and hugged his fragrant girlfriend, saying, "Let's watch something else first, to set the mood."
"You want to watch a Category III movie?" Fang Tongtong's eyes were really sharp, and she almost hit the bullseye, "
How about you put on a horror movie to kiss me and warm up first?"
"No, I promise it's not a Category III movie." He immediately raised his hand to guarantee, secretly thinking to himself that porn should
be considered a Category IV movie.
“I wouldn’t say anything either, look how scared you are.” She giggled and snuggled into his arms, tearing open a bag of shrimp chips.
“Actually, I’m quite curious too. Let’s rent a couple and watch together.”
“Actually… I already have some.” He hugged her tighter, took a bite of the shrimp chip she offered, and mumbled,
“If you want to watch for a while, let’s watch that one first.”
Fang Tongtong hesitated for a moment and said, “Never mind, let’s watch it tomorrow. Let’s watch the one you mentioned today. I’m quite
curious about what good movie you’re talking about.”
The horror movie, though called a horror movie, was actually kind of a Category III film, about a female ghost with red lips who was raped and murdered before her death.
The plot was so bad it felt like it was filmed in 360-degree close-ups for twenty minutes straight. Even the minor female characters who died from fright didn't
forget to show off their breasts and legs before they died, making the viewer hard, but not scared at all.
It felt like if the Taoist priests exorcising demons replaced their peach wood swords with dildos, their efficiency would probably double.
"This is so boring… I got really ripped off." Fang Tongtong yawned and moved aside to let him go get a new disc.
"This one's guaranteed to wake you up." He licked his lips and put in the disc he most wanted to watch.
"A foreign movie? Who's in it?" Fang Tongtong asked curiously, seeing the long string of dense English text at the beginning
.
"I don't know."
"Huh? What's it called?"
"I don't know."
"Why is the shot so strange? Who filmed it? A famous director?" She watched as a burly man in overalls
, carrying a toolbox, knocked on the door of a villa at the beginning, clearly not understanding what this un-cinematic shot was trying to
film. "This woman is dressed so scantily, she dares to open the door like that, isn't she afraid of getting into trouble?"
"It's my first time seeing this too." He casually replied, his hand secretly placed below her high breasts.
"So you said it was a good movie, you got tricked...uh...how did they...suddenly start kissing?"
Fang Tongtong didn't react to this abrupt turn of events, then remembered to ask, "Hey, why aren't there subtitles?
Can you understand it?"
Zhao Tao sighed at how concise and efficient foreign porn was when it got to the point, then hugged her tightly and gently kissed her ear
. "This movie doesn't need subtitles, we can both understand it."
He didn't need to explain anymore, because the man in overalls on the screen had already ripped off the female lead's
pajamas. In an instant, the white woman became a naked lamb, revealing her dazzlingly white, delicate
skin.
There were no mosaics, no deliberate avoidance of shots of sensitive areas; her two large, white, gourd-like breasts and her
hairless genitals were directly displayed on the television screen, seemingly struggling, but actually writhing like she was aroused, with
tremendous force.
Fang Tongtong fell silent, only her small hand unconsciously grabbing his arm.
The man in overalls hugged the white woman and kissed her passionately. The woman turned around and unbuckled the suspenders of his pants.
"It's...too big..." Fang Tongtong muttered softly, snuggling
closer to him as she saw the enormous penis that had sprung out.
The woman's hands were large, and she managed to grasp most of it. She then pulled back the foreskin, and
her bright red mouth, as if she had just eaten a child, swallowed the head of his penis whole.
"Wow..." The half-naked man immediately narrowed his eyes, groaning with pleasure, thrusting his hips forward, almost
shoving the entire penis down the woman's throat.
The woman swallowed a couple of times, spitting it out and stroking it, then swallowing it again, spitting it out and licking it, then swallowing
it again. The long, white-and-pink penis was quickly covered in saliva, glistening.
"Zhao Tao, is it...is it really that comfortable?" Seeing the half-naked man moaning and groaning with pleasure, Fang
Tongtong nudged him with her elbow and asked softly.
"I don't know," he said, feigning a wronged tone. "I've never...done that."
As if making a decision, Fang Tongtong suddenly picked up the remote and pressed pause. "Go rinse again,
wash that area properly. I...I'll let you kiss me and see."

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