[po(9)]

I've recently encountered the biggest crisis of my writing career.
During Black Friday's Steam sale, I couldn't resist and splurged on a Civilization 5 bundle.
Ah… don't ask me why I didn't buy 6, because I'm broke.
From now on, my 24 hours will be shorter than everyone else's.
This thing is supposedly even more time-killing than Football Manager; it's time for me to verify that claim…
Wish me luck.
Oh, right, the meat will come, it will come soon, and there will be plenty, and it will be very salty.
Calm down, calm down.
It's rare for me to enjoy this freshness, allow me to prolong this feeling of novelty…
That's all.
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Please retain this paragraph when reprinting. Thank you.
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With his other hand still squeezing Fang Tongtong's breast, he said, holding his penis, "Tongtong,
I... I really can't hold back anymore. All this kissing and touching feels so good I'm about to ejaculate in my pants. I won't bully you,
but... you should let me take care of myself."
She shifted her body, turning to lean against him, glancing curiously at his crotch a few times, then suddenly pulled his
hand away and stood up. "Okay, but you have to let me turn on the light. I want to see what you're up to."
"Fine, turn it on if you want. If you're so shameless, then I... I'm even less likely to be." Actually, he was still
a little awkward. He used to be afraid of being seen masturbating, even when he was just using his pants to hold a barbed wire. Now, he was doing it openly
in front of his girlfriend.
If they had already done it, it might be fine, but they'd only progressed to kissing and touching breasts...
The light came on, blinding him. When he opened his eyes again, Fang Tongtong had already scurried back onto the sofa, half leaning against
the backrest and half pressed against him, asking curiously, "This...this...is this called masturbation? Do you do it
often?" "I do it when I feel good. It's...not often..." He lied, his face flushed,
his free hand crawling towards her chest again.
"I don't believe you. You're such a scoundrel,
you must do it all the time. I secretly flipped through a magazine, that thing called 'The Beginning of Man,' and you...you think this is an erection?" She didn't even notice her breasts being grabbed again, her bright eyes fixed intently on
his crotch.
"Yeah." He went all out and masturbated a couple of times, right in front of her.
"Does it feel good to touch...touch your breasts? How can they be so big..." She snuggled closer to him, making it easier for
him to massage them. Her dark eyes swayed slightly as his hand moved up and down. "The little brat at Auntie's house
has a thing smaller than my finger when he pees. Is your erection this strong?"
Zhao Tao explained, half-laughing and half-crying, "That's a kid. Your breasts weren't this big and
soft when you wore open-crotch pants, right? Your penis grows too."
"But I didn't grow two winter melons..." She still looked very surprised. "Yours are way
too big. How do you usually fit them in your underwear?"
Not wanting to be distracted at this moment, he hurriedly said, "Wait a minute, I'll take them out later. Once they're back to normal,
you'll know how big they are normally."
"Oh..." she asked softly, "Is there anything I can do to help? Just let you touch them?"
"Hmm," he couldn't think of anything she could help with for a moment, and he didn't have the confidence to make any unreasonable requests. No matter
how playful and mischievous he was, his girlfriend was only a high school sophomore. If he asked her to kiss him or give him a
blowjob, she would probably throw a tantrum on the spot. So he could only say, "I feel a special sensation when I touch you, so... or how about you let me go
down your collar and touch you directly?"
"No. If you do it yourself, I'm afraid you won't be able to resist taking advantage of me." She shook her head, blushing.
"Aren't your wrists tired? Can I help you for a while?"
"Okay!" He was so happy he almost jumped up, and nodded quickly. "But don't use too much force.
This thing is hard, but it's delicate."
"Oh." She licked her lips and stretched out her small hand wobbly. Not daring to hold it directly in her hand, she first extended
a finger and touched the smooth, shiny glans. "This opening... won't suddenly leak urine, will it?"
"No... absolutely not, it's so uncomfortable to pee with an erection." He quickly reassured her, tentatively loosening
his grip to make room.
She added a finger, gently pinched it, and exclaimed in surprise, "It's not as hard as bone! I thought it
was just skin and bones." "
You definitely haven't read your health education textbook properly. This thing usually hangs down, how could it have bones?"
He stared at his crotch, his hard penis straining from the base because Fang Tongtong was pinching it.
Her grip was already loose, but it broke free.
"It can still move?" she exclaimed, not letting it escape this time, grabbing a handful.
Her fingers were slender, long, soft, and smooth, perfectly surrounding his dark, throbbing penis, which was
damp and slightly cool, probably from sweat.
"Is it like this?" she asked, tentatively moving up and down a couple of times.
"You can use a little more force, a little faster. Just don't pull the foreskin too hard." He hurriedly gave
a few pointers. This was the first time in his life that someone had helped him masturbate, especially such a pretty and cute
girl. The pleasure that had been scared away earlier almost instantly regrouped under his erect penis.
She obediently changed the movements of her hands, and wave after wave of pleasure immediately
spread throughout his body with the friction of the foreskin around the glans. He excitedly tensed his buttocks, his fingers desperately squeezing the soft breasts under his clothes,
frantically pulling at the nipples that were even more prominent than before.
From a purely sensory perspective, Fang Tongtong's movements were far from skilled, and the direct stimulation she brought him
was certainly far less than when he masturbated on his own.
But the pleasure he felt was too intense to resist. Her smooth, delicate hands worked diligently for him, her rosy
cheeks filled with focused attention. Being gazed upon by such earnest desires,
the urge to ejaculate was almost instantly realized.
Before he could even utter a word to warn Fang Tongtong, his engorged penis violently ejaculated.
Fortunately, he had already relieved himself, and his habit of masturbation meant he hadn't accumulated much fluid. Although
his penis throbbed intensely, only a few drops were released.
A small portion landed on his shorts, and the rest dripped onto Fang Tongtong's hands.
She stood there, stunned, for a long while before whispering, "Is...is it done?"
Still basking in the afterglow of pleasure, he slumped limply onto the sofa and nodded.
She raised her hand, examined it closely, and pouted, saying, "Ugh—this is semen? It looks like
snot."
Perhaps feeling a little disgusted, but knowing it was Zhao Tao's offspring, she was too embarrassed to show it directly. She stuck out
her tongue and said, "I...I'll wash it off, okay?"
"It's fine, it's fine. Go wash it off, otherwise it'll be tight and smelly after it dries." He
quickly said, too embarrassed to go find toilet paper, he simply pulled out his underwear and hastily wiped himself with the outside before intending to put it
away.
"Don't put it away!" Fang Tongtong called back from the bathroom doorway, "You promised to let me see what it looked like when it was small,
don't put it away."
Fine, he let go, leaving it there. Fang Tongtong wasn't shy, so why should he pretend to be shy
?
Listening to the sound of water in the bathroom, he stretched contentedly, looking at his palm, savoring
the wonderful feeling of grasping full breasts.
"That's great. If I could, I'd love to keep rubbing like this until tomorrow morning." "It's
okay, we'll take it one step at a time.
It's just taking it one step at a time. He's already made up his mind to be with Fang Tongtong. What's meant to happen will happen eventually. Once we're engaged and married, he'll have plenty of time to lie in bed and rub each other while sleeping."
After Fang Tongtong washed her hands, he realized he had underestimated her curiosity.
Seeing his penis limp and smaller, she couldn't resist grabbing it and touching it again
, bombarding him with questions, leaving this virgin man sweating profusely.
In the end, she even managed to get him hard again. Afraid of things getting out of hand, he suggested they go back and play Monopoly.
Unexpectedly, this curious girl kept asking about men's little secrets while playing the game, practically
determined to get to the bottom of things.
Only after he saw her off at the door did she feel embarrassed to continue talking about those embarrassing questions and
instead started chatting casually.
As the bike approached her house, she was suddenly
jolted awake by some casual conversation on the road. She frowned, turned to look at him, and asked, "Zhao Tao, you don't want the class to know, is it because you're
still thinking about Meng Xiaohan?"
(Twenty-three)
Zhao Tao's heart skipped a beat. He quickly waved his hands, almost letting go of her hand in his excitement. "No, no,
absolutely not. I swore I wouldn't think about her anymore, why are you still so bothered?"
Fang Tongtong snorted. "I've had crushes before, I know
how easy it is to be secretly in love. The more you think about it, the more infatuated you become. I... I finally
became your girlfriend, and you insist on keeping it a secret, and you won't even let me suspect anything?"
“Okay then,” he quickly came up with an idea, “I have some buddies I can’t keep this from, and you probably
have some girlfriends you need to tell, so let’s get them all together for a meal next week, a little round of public announcement, and ask
them to keep it a secret. Aren’t you worried about Meng Xiaohan? You go invite her, and bring her too. I’ll tell her directly that
I now… I like you from now on, you’re my girlfriend, and I’ll never change. Okay?”
Fang Tongtong pedaled hard a couple of times to get ahead, thought for a moment, slowed down to let him catch up, and said with a grin
, “Okay, but there’s no need to invite Meng Xiaohan, I’m not that close to her. Who are you planning to invite?
Are you single? Some of my girlfriends aren’t dating either, maybe they’ll hit it off with someone.”
This plan seemed to be working, and all the way to the apartment building, Fang Tongtong was excitedly planning
who to invite and where to eat, acting as if this was an engagement party.
He hadn't been to girls' houses much. Fang Tongtong asked twice, but he was still too embarrassed to go. He was
also afraid of leaving any clues that her mother would find out, and he'd feel bad if she beat Fang Tongtong.
"Look at you, my mom's become 007," she chuckled, standing at the stairwell entrance. "Then I'll go upstairs
."
She leaned against the wall, standing slightly unsteady, her thin clothes clinging to her beautiful body
. Her bright eyes stared straight at him. Even though she said she was going upstairs, she didn't turn around or move.
A surge of heat welled up in his heart. He licked his lips and suddenly grabbed her hand. "I...
can I kiss you before I go?"
She smiled, pursing her lips, and placed her other small hand in his palm, closing her eyes and slightly raising her chin.
They didn't entwine their tongues anymore; they simply caressed each other with their lips, their twenty fingers
tightly clasped together.
"Well...see you tomorrow." Four or five minutes later, he was startled by the sound of a passing car. A little embarrassed ,
he wiped his sweaty hands on his clothes and said softly. Fang Tongtong hummed in agreement, tapped her lips with her finger, flicked it towards him, and 　　ran
briskly upstairs. 　　Back at his door, Zhao Tao was still a little dizzy as he fumbled for his keys. From the 　　moment he woke up until now, Fang Tongtong had completely occupied his entire Sunday, leaving no room for anyone else. And 　　he, because of this, was grinning like a fool. 　　Inside, the sofa cover was still wrinkled, and the shorts he'd changed out of before leaving were still lying on it, the semen stains 　　barely visible, but enough to remind him that what had happened today wasn't a dream. 　　He had a girlfriend, a girlfriend who would love him wholeheartedly for a long, long time.

He chuckled to himself for a while, then went to the bathroom to wash his face. To let Fang Tongtong's scent linger,
he cancelled his planned shower and sat on the sofa for a few minutes before stretching contentedly. He went back to
his bedroom, found his homework for Monday, and started working on it under the lamp.
Around 10 PM, the phone rang.
He put down his pen, went to the living room, and peeked through the blanket. It was Fang Tongtong calling.
Had he been found out? A jolt went through him. He hesitated for a moment before answering,
remembering Fang Tongtong's instructions to remain silent until the other person spoke.
But to his surprise, there was no response either; a tense silence fell over both ends of the line.
Just when he was about to think he'd wasted his phone bill, Fang Tongtong's clear and melodious
laughter finally came from the other end: "It's me! You're great, you didn't blurt it out first, that puts my mind at ease."
"Phew... if you hadn't said something, I would have hung up. You scared me half to death."
"Sorry, I just wanted to simulate it just in case, my mom hates it when I'm in a relationship."
"Don't worry, I'll definitely remember to check the phone number first. I'd feel bad if you got beaten up."
"Hehe, you're quite the smooth talker. I didn't interact with you much before, and I thought you were a bit naive and honest, except for your good essays
."
"Really?" He sighed inwardly. Fang Tongtong had chatted with him once during a break last semester, and he
'd even called her a smooth talker. It seemed she'd forgotten.
Sure enough... without a love-binding spell, a girl like her wouldn't care about anything he did. What he'd gained
was a treasure far beyond his reach.
He knew he had to cherish this, so he composed himself and asked, "You called just to test
my wits?"
"Of course not. I'm here to confront you," she said, deliberately exaggerating. "You
never buy reliable comic books! The piracy is outrageous!"
"Huh?"
"I read a few of your books last time, and I asked my cousin to buy me a set. I wanted to finish them.
He brought them to my house today, and when I looked at them, the heroine's name was different! The heroine in this 'I Love My Neighbor' series
is called Ninomiya Ami."
"Uh… ah?"
"I called my brother. The Minami series is called 'Touch,' which is 'Baseball Hero' in Chinese, while 'I Love My
Neighbor' is R… R something. 'Baseball Hero' even has an anime. You haven't seen it?"
"Damn, no wonder the quality was so bad, that fatso ripped me off. I'll go find him sometime. Damn, that '
Seven Laughing Fists' thing they're selling almost made me miss out on Ranma 1/2. I just started liking Adachi Mitsuru and asked him to recommend something, and this is what happens."
"But this one's pretty good too, it's about swimming, at least I can understand it. I know nothing about baseball.
By the way, how about we go swimming next weekend? Can you swim?"
"I can, but I'm not very good, and I don't have a certificate, so I can't go into the deep end."
"No problem, I'll swim with you in the big pool. There are water slides, it'll be fun. My new swimsuit is so pretty
, I've only worn it once, that was with my girlfriends, you're the first guy I've met."
After thinking it over, this date spot is definitely better than K... Ge Fangqiang, although he didn't like crowded places,
wanted to see Fang Tongtong in her swimsuit... well... to be precise, he wanted to see Fang Tongtong in her swimsuit. "Okay,
let's go together next Sunday. Let's forget about the final exams."
After a few giggles, he said, "Even if you don't go, you won't do very well on the exams, so what?"
"By the way, don't get an erection at the pool, it'll look terrible if your swim trunks are sticking up. I
'll be happy if I call you a pervert, but I'll get angry if others call you a pervert. Don't make me argue with others."
After thoroughly understanding the word, she said it more and more smoothly. He himself usually could only awkwardly
describe it as "hard." Her voice was crisp and sweet, and she said the word "erection" with a slight shyness, which immediately made his lower abdomen
heat up. "I... I'll try my best. Didn't I tell you, the boy's opinion doesn't
necessarily count?"
"You also said that hitting him hard will make him soft. Then I might as well just do it that way."
"No, no, I'll try, I really will."
“Hello… Zhao Tao,” Fang Tongtong hesitated, her voice lowering slightly, “Before…
when we were on the sofa, did you feel more pleasure from kissing or touching me? Which one got me erect faster?”
Is being too curious a good thing or a bad thing? He slapped his forehead and answered honestly, “I don’t know,
I… I got completely hard as soon as I kissed you, I didn’t have time to calculate the speed.”
“Oh,” the other end said with a hint of disappointment, “The only pleasure is the last bit, right?”
“No, that’s not it, the last bit is the most pleasurable, before… when we kissed, it was also very pleasurable.” He quickly
stated, “You can’t stop me from kissing you in the future, or I’ll suffocate.”
“Yes, yes, I’ll definitely let you. I won’t stand it if you kiss someone else instead of me.” A very honest voice came from the receiver
, mixed with a little shyness, “And… and I really like it when you kiss me.”
He suddenly became much bolder and asked softly, “Then… do you like me touching you?”
There was a moment of silence on the other end, then a voice with even more shyness came through, “I do like it, but…”
…It feels so swollen and uncomfortable, and it's even a little sore. Kissing feels much better.”
She suddenly remembered something and complained, “Oh, right, next time don't just pinch
one side. My nipples are about the same size, but I saw them while showering, and one side is swollen from your pinching
.”
“Ah? I'm so sorry, does it hurt?”
“It doesn't hurt much, it just feels itchy when I touch it. Be gentler next time.”
“Okay, I'll definitely be careful.” He quickly promised, he'd agree to anything as long as there was a next time.
“Um…actually, there's something else I want to discuss with you. You have to promise me.”
“What? Go ahead.”
“From now on, if you…want to be intimate with me like that, we need to schedule it for later, not
right away. Okay?”
“Why?” he asked curiously, “Can't I even kiss you?”
“Okay… but we can’t be that intimate. We have to save that for last.” Fang Tongtong’s tone sounded a little
strange. “Unless it’s at my house, where I can break that rule.”
“Tongtong, are you worried I won’t be able to resist? Look at me today, I managed to hold back, didn’t I? I…
I definitely want to kiss and hug you when I see you. What difference does it make whether it’s sooner or later?”
“Yes.” She answered decisively, “It makes a huge difference.”
“Tell me your reason, I really don’t understand.”
There was a moment of silence on the other end, then Fang Tongtong’s voice, both shy and anxious, rang out, “I… I
washed my underwear as soon as I got home, and when I rode my bike back, the middle part was so cold and uncomfortable. You…
if you’re going to kiss and touch me as soon as we meet, I can’t just let it dry before I get home, can I? Ugh!”
Perhaps saying such an answer was a bit too embarrassing, because with a click, the phone hung up.
He held the receiver, dumbfounded for a long time, before realizing a fact that made his crotch bulge on the spot
.
Fang Tongtong had actually been wet down there when she left.
(24)
He had no interest in studying whatsoever. He carelessly filled out his homework,
then, without taking anything, he started masturbating, reminiscing about their previous intimacy.
As he imagined the small, thin panties encasing Fang Tongtong's full triangle, with
a faint wet mark appearing in the center, his penis ejaculated excitedly.
That night, he slept exceptionally well. On
Monday, as usual, he got up at seven o'clock, took three to five minutes to finish
his chores at military training speed, and was looking forward to a quick toilet break. But after just one satisfying climax, there was a knock on the door.
"Who is it?" he shouted, bewildered.
"It's me. Open the door."
His still somewhat groggy mind instantly cleared. Fang Tongtong was outside. "Ah...hey! Wait
a minute, I...I'm in the toilet!"
He could almost hear a chuckle outside; he could picture Fang Tongtong shaking with excitement.
He hurriedly wiped his bottom, rushed out amidst the sound of the flushing water, pulled up his school uniform pants, and quickly opened the door.
"What are you doing here? Why did you take such a long detour?"
Fang Tongtong walked in carrying two fragrant plastic bags. "I knew you couldn't leave school right now, given your usual arrival time
. I brought you breakfast—egg pancakes from the place near my house, they're really delicious.
Here, you two, and I'll take one. Want to eat at school or at home?"
"Huh?" He hesitated, then whispered, "I usually…don't really eat breakfast."
"I know, I could tell how you manage by looking at your fridge yesterday. Look at all that stuff you have: cold steamed
buns, steamed egg custard, pickled vegetables, and two bottles of fermented bean curd. You usually eat like this at home, and you're always
buying comics and games. You must be saving money on breakfast." Fang Tongtong tossed her backpack onto the sofa and untied
the plastic bag. "Come on, eat this. It's really delicious. Skipping breakfast is bad for your health, and eating like this isn't good either. If
you want to eat at home in the future, just call me and I'll make it for you."
The egg pancake did smell very appetizing. He usually didn't eat it, not mainly because he wanted to save money, but because he found it
troublesome and time-consuming and preferred to sleep for five more minutes. He didn't want to queue with a bunch of people to buy it outside, so he simply ordered this. If
someone delivered it, then eating was definitely better than not eating at all.
"Mmm...it really smells good." He took a big bite and mumbled, "Shall we go to school together?
The director always waits at the gate for people who are late, is that okay?"
"When we get to the place we agreed on tonight, you go first, I'll be there later. A few dozen meters apart, what can he say?"
Fang Tongtong nonchalantly tore off a small piece of the biscuit using a plastic bag as a base and politely put it in her mouth.
"Oh...okay, then I'll wait for you in the morning from now on. If you can't come, just give me a call. When we get there, you go first,
I'm not afraid of being late, the director is a family member, he won't bother me." He considered it for a moment and happily made a plan.
"Okay." She was also quite happy and began to eat with gusto.
After breakfast together, Fang Tongtong went to the restroom to wash her mouth, and when she came out, she nudged him, "Go wash your mouth, you greasy
mouth."
He raised his arm and wiped it directly, "Hey, all done."
Fang Tongtong frowned, pouted, and pointed with her finger.
He suddenly realized, immediately ran to wash his mouth, and grabbed her hand as soon as he came out.
Fang Tongtong glanced at her watch and whispered, "Two minutes?"
"Okay." He readily agreed, pulled her close, and kissed her.
After a good kiss, Fang Tongtong promptly pushed him away, straightened his school uniform collar, and
said with a smile, "Let's go, or we'll both be late."
He licked his lips with lingering satisfaction, "So delicious."
"It all tastes like pancakes, so fragrant." She giggled, picked up her schoolbag, and walked out with him.
"Yesterday my breath still smelled like stir-fried mutton." He slung his schoolbag over his shoulder and picked up hers as well, holding her hand and briskly making their way
down the stairs, ignoring even the glare from the upstairs auntie who almost popped her eyes out.
"This is so memorable, when people ask when our first kiss was, we can just say we just finished eating stir-fried mutton."
The crisp laughter echoed in the narrow stairwell of the apartment building.
(25)
Zhao Tao's home was actually quite remote. Since junior high, he hadn't run into any of his classmates who went to and from school together
.
Now in high school, the classmate who lived the longest he could keep up with him was only about three traffic lights away.
So he really didn't expect that having Fang Tongtong would make his previously boring bike rides seem
so lonely.
He was in such a good mood that he startled Sun Bo when he got to class. Sun Bo rushed over during the first period,
"Did you find a wallet? Or did you suddenly like math? Why are you grinning like an idiot every now and then?"
Remembering that he had agreed to meet someone for dinner, he simply dragged Sun Bo out.
After being scolded first, Sun Bo heard the unbelievable news. His eyes widened so much that he could
kill a compass with anger.
"What the hell? You two are really dating?" Sun Bo paused for a moment and immediately said, "According to you, those are all rumors, this..."
"Such a pretty class beauty is seriously dating for the first time, she's a great cook, she even pursued you, accompanied you to and from school,
and dared to come to your house when your parents weren't home... Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap, no, I think you've lost your mind while writing this essay
. Does Fang Tongtong know about all this?"
"Damn it!" Zhao Tao punched him directly. "You'll believe it when we eat. Anyway, the school told me
to keep it a secret, so I haven't told anyone. Don't cause me any trouble."
"This... what's there to keep a secret about? Are you stupid?" A string of white stars flew from Sun Bo's thick lips.
"Your mom's the class beauty, do you know how prestigious it is to date you? If it were me,
I'd accept being thrown onto the stage by the principal every day for dating too early."
"Get lost, I won't accept it. What's the relationship between the dean of students and my family? If something really happens, Tongtong will be the one who suffers. " " If
you're a good buddy, keep this a secret for me. Cover for me; if anyone asks, just say she and I are good friends." The school bell rang, and he was too lazy
to say anything more. He put his arm around Sun Bo and gave him a thousand and one instructions, finally getting a promise.
Because Fang Tongtong was considered tall among the girls, Zhao Tao always had to turn around to see her.
But precisely because of this, he could always meet her gaze, which warmed and sweetened his heart, making him
want to smile foolishly.
From that day on, he and Fang Tongtong came together in the morning and left together in the evening. The people in Fang Tongtong's neighborhood didn't
like to meddle, and they always went late at night, so they weren't too worried about being talked about. He didn't really care about the gossipy old ladies in his residential compound
. Those old hags were too much for the younger folks
to care about.
Besides, Fang Tongtong would sometimes deliberately show up in front of them, as if she wanted everyone to know
she was bringing Zhao Tao breakfast every day.
With such a good start as their first kiss, they kissed almost every opportunity without any restraint. When
he walked Fang Tongtong home at night, before they parted upstairs, she usually allowed him to touch her while kissing her. Touching his chest made
him feel awkward sitting on the car seat with his crotch on his way home.
The most anticipated thing became going to and from school; these two notorious skippers suddenly became diligent,
skipping Thursday evening self-study sessions the first week, all the way to Saturday.
Because that was the day they had agreed to treat each other.
Afraid of running into other classmates, and because one of Fang Tongtong's friends was Hui, they specifically chose a rather far-away
shaomai restaurant.
The meal was generally pleasant; three men and five women made up an eight-person table, and they didn't order many expensive dishes. Zhao...
Tao could afford it. But in the end, Fang Tongtong seemed rather unhappy.
When he took her home, she finally revealed the reason, huffing and puffing. Apparently, her friend, who had brought her boyfriend
, looked down on Zhao Tao and had said a lot of bad things about him in the restroom. Fang Tongtong hadn't reacted on the spot,
but she was seething inside.
Zhao Tao tried to comfort her for a long time, even with kisses and coaxing, but she wouldn't change her mind. She stubbornly pulled out her contacts from her bag
, found the girl's home phone number, scribbled all over it, tore it to shreds, and said,
"She said I'm good at everything else, but she can't say I have no taste!" She stomped on the shredded paper a few times,
angrily saying something Zhao Tao would probably never forget, "Saying I have no taste, isn't that just saying you're not
good enough? If she says you're not good enough, I'll break off all ties with her!"
(26)
The long-awaited Sunday arrived quickly. After all, the final exams were next week, and Sun Bo and his friends obediently
gave up their usual entertainment activities, staying home to play along with their parents.
However, Sun Bo had already promised that they wouldn't make plans on weekends anymore; if Zhao Tao was free, they would meet at their usual spot, and if not, he would spend
time with his girlfriend.
Fang Tongtong was also particularly looking forward to this Sunday. She had been pretending to be just friends at school for six days, only spending two evening study sessions
together, and the rest of the time they weren't together, which had driven her crazy. On Saturday night, she gave him a direct
order at the stairwell: go home and go to sleep, go to bed early and get up early, and she would knock on his door as soon as she got up; this time, she wouldn't call.
Including the evening study session he had already prepared to skip, the whole day belonged to the two of them.
Usually, his alarm clock would ring so loudly at seven o'clock that he couldn't get up, but this time, he opened his eyes, pulled back the curtain
, and looked at the clock; it was only 6:10.
He had clearly been imagining Fang Tongtong in her swimsuit until after one o'clock last night before finally falling asleep, but this time... He woke up,
but surprisingly wasn't sleepy at all. His manhood, neglected for two days, was suddenly bursting with energy, experiencing a long-awaited morning erection.
He paused for a moment, then quickly washed up and relieved himself, immediately starting to tidy up.
Last week at this time, he wasn't ready to accept Fang Tongtong, so the house was practically untouched. Now that she
was his girlfriend, he had to make the house look presentable, not necessarily fancy, but at least
clean and tidy, like a reliable man.
This kind of deep cleaning... He usually saved up to do it once a month or two, but his aunt would urge him to, so he did it with ease
.
After finishing, he collapsed onto the sofa, and it was already 7:50.
Given Fang Tongtong's impatient nature, she should have been almost there by now. He'd promised to bring breakfast, and being
so late, he might as well have combined it with lunch.
But she was much later than he expected; it was almost 8:30 when there was a gentle knock on the door.
This was definitely a deliberate test to see if he was awake. If he hadn't been listening intently on the sofa, even turning off his
iPad, he would have thought someone's dog had accidentally bumped into the door.
Opening the door, Fang Tongtong came in, a little surprised, carrying several bags and a brightly colored
canvas bag on her back. "Oh, you're actually up! I was telling you to sleep in a little longer and I'd wake you later, so I went to the morning market first
. "
"Hey, this is for lunch and dinner. Put it in the kitchen first. I bought tofu pudding with scallion pancakes; they're best eaten hot. Hurry up and set the table. "
She directed him as if she were in her own home, hooking the door shut with her foot.
"You're carrying a bag too? What did you bring?" He hurriedly took the things, put them down, set
the table (which had been closed for a week), helped her take off her backpack and tossed it onto the sofa, asking casually.
"I need a swimsuit for swimming, sunscreen, and goggles. I can't just put
everything in a plastic bag, can I?" She chuckled, emptying the bag into a bowl. "I didn't buy much; just something for breakfast. I'll cook you a proper lunch."
" It'll be delicious, I guarantee. I was worried it would get cold if you didn't get up, so I bought it right outside your compound.
The auntie selling pancakes and fried dough sticks next door knew I was looking for you; she has such a good memory."
"You know, you know, anyway, the gossips in our compound can't tell your mom. My parents don't really care about me
. They even complained when I was in my first year of high school that I didn't even know
I was dating." Fang Tongtong raised her little face, looking quite expectant, and said, "Well, we
'll be seniors soon, will your aunties and uncles be angry with you if they find out?"
"You're so lovable, they definitely won't."
After chatting and finishing breakfast, Fang Tongtong let him help her clean up, then took a square box out of her backpack.
"I saw you had a DVD player last time, and you brought a movie this time. Shall we watch it together later? So you won't
scare me with that fuzzy game."
"What movie?" He put down the bowl and came out of the kitchen to ask.
"Titanic!" She chuckled and flashed the cover, showing Leonardo DiCaprio and Kate Winslet
embracing each other like they were ascending to heaven atop a large ship , their sweetness boundless. "It's so beautiful!"
"I've seen it. I even saw it in the cinema, at the Palace of Youth Culture," he quickly replied.
"I always go there to play the dance machine," she casually added, then immediately realized, "
Watch it again with me, it's so good."
"Okay, but... Rose takes her clothes off in the middle, and he and Jack are doing *that* in the carriage," he
reminded her somewhat worriedly, afraid she'd be unhappy if he couldn't resist glancing a few more times.
"Boys love watching that stuff, you're not saying you don't watch porn, I don't believe you, you definitely
have it on your computer." She nonchalantly tossed her ponytail and handed him the box. "Rose is so fat, not as good-looking as me,
I'm not afraid of you looking. Besides, even if you're drooling, you can't reach Kate Winslet, you can only
touch me. Humph." "
Okay, anyway, this was the perfect movie to watch together when you're dating, and it's a rare uncut
version on the big screen. Even though I've seen countless movies now and the excitement isn't what it used to be,
watching it again with my new girlfriend isn't a bad idea.
However, it's a full three hours long, and he felt it was a bit of a waste to waste such a good morning on a movie
. He was going swimming in the afternoon, and he'd be exhausted by the time he got back, probably too tired to even think about touching
her, kissing her, and getting her to help him masturbate—it would be like hitting an iceberg before even setting sail.
Oh well… as long as she's happy.
He smiled and went over to change the cable at the back of the TV, then turned on the DVD player, which he usually only used for playing pirated adult films from video stores . Hmm… maybe he'll find a chance to coax her into watching 　　something like
Primitive Weapons or The Seventh of July with him ." 　　(27) 　　The curtains were drawn, the air conditioner was turned on, and the movie officially began. 　　It has to be said, even though it's a movie, it's one I've already seen, and watching it with my girlfriend 　　feels completely different. 　　Before the opening credits were even finished, Fang Tongtong deftly kicked off her sandals, hugged her legs, and curled up 　　on the sofa, snuggling close to Zhao Tao. 　　They were so close he could smell her faint hair fragrance with just a turn of his head. 　　He'd already confirmed the lemon-scented shampoo. 　　He boldly raised his hand, reaching behind Fang Tongtong's shoulder. She chuckled, leaned forward, 　　and grabbed his hand, placing it comfortably against her shoulder. Then she reached out and wrapped her arm around his 　　waist, leaning against him. 　　If it weren't for the air conditioning, this position would be unbearably hot. 　　Even before Jack boarded the ship, Zhao Tao's mind was already elsewhere. Compared to the 　　untouchable figures on the screen... Ruth's white neckline, and the tanned triangle of skin around Fang Tongtong's neck pointing directly at her cleavage, were even 　　more alluring. 　　It was like an arrow, telling him where to reach for his dream. He 　　felt the bra strap on his wrist; Fang Tongtong was wearing a bra this time, no wonder the 　　feel of her breasts wasn't as soft as last time. 　　He swallowed, carefully leaning back, lowering his gaze as much as possible. 　　She wore a thin blouse, the trapezoidal neckline fully exposed, especially with him holding her like this. 　　She arched her back slightly, the neckline naturally arching, revealing a deep cleavage and 　　the beautiful curves of her breasts on either side. 　　He deliberately tightened his grip a little, and she hummed, leaning closer to him. Now, 　　even the edge of her bra was in his view—beige, the same color as her blouse, probably to prevent it from showing. 　　"Hey…where are you looking? My neckline is acting out a movie too!" "Fang Tongtong suddenly blurted out, and he 　　realized she had already looked up, glancing at him with a half-smile, not knowing whether she was annoyed or not. 　　"You rascal, I'm not leaning against you anymore, let me put my legs up." She nudged him with her elbow, turned and 　　lay on the armrest of the sofa, stretching both legs onto his lap. "I asked you to watch the movie with me, why are you just looking at me? Annoying 　　." 　　"This part is boring, I'd rather look at you." He chuckled dryly, turning his attention back to the television. 　　A moment later, his eyes darted back down. 　　The movie was captivating; Fang Tongtong's feet were swinging back and forth on his lap. Already tall, 　　her skirt rode up to her knees, revealing a small section of her full, smooth thighs. 　　This was a sight he'd never seen at school before. At such close range, he could see even the pores clearly 　　; beneath the skin, much whiter than her calves, he could faintly see pale blue veins. 　　She loved playing dance games and swimming; her legs were incredibly strong. Her calves were lifted, 　　making the tendons in her heels appear particularly long, and the exposed thighs, with their swaying motions, 　　revealed the elasticity of the muscles beneath the skin. Every subtle change stimulated his youthful senses. 　　For the first time, he realized that a girl's legs, under certain circumstances, could possess such allure. 　　"Ugh..." Fang Tongtong had obviously caught him red-handed again. She grumbled and pulled her skirt 　　down to cover most of her legs again.

The advantages of summer were evident at this moment. He didn't care how
many minutes Jack and Rose were still away from the iceberg, nor how long they were still away from being naked on the sofa and making love in the carriage. His gaze smoothly
shifted to her feet, which were gently swaying on her lap.
He had only secretly looked at Yu Bei's feet before, but he had looked very carefully enough to compare them now.
Fang Tongtong's feet were slightly larger, with longer, slender toes, neatly arranged from the big toe in a row, painted with
bright red nail polish. Although the instep wasn't as white, the veins were clearly visible.
He wasn't a true foot fetishist, but he felt that if Fang Tongtong agreed, he would be willing to hold those feet and
kiss them for at least ten minutes.
Ideally, he would kiss his way up, past the calves, thighs, and then to the inner thighs, until he kissed her warm, soft,
delicate, and tender secret garden.
He licked his lips, and became hard.
In order not to disturb Fang Tongtong's interest, he had to resist the urge to watch a movie for a while.
As it was almost time for the drawing, Fang Tongtong got up and snuggled up to him again, just like before.
"Why are you here again...aren't you afraid I'll see you?" he said softly, trying to
suppress his urge to look. "Ruth should take her clothes off. I'd rather you look at me," she said with a hint of jealousy, playfully
tugging at her collar to loosen her top.
Damn, everyone in the world has seen Ruth's breasts; only an idiot wouldn't know which to choose. He immediately and without hesitation
focused intently on looking down at her. It would be stupid not to take advantage of his girlfriend's treat.
"Is it that good?" she asked softly after a while.
"Mmm...I can't get enough," he replied, moving his fingers on her shoulder.
"Such a romantic movie, I was even saying you'd want to kiss me after watching it..." Fang Tongtong said coquettishly,
but even an idiot could hear the anticipation in her voice.
"I want to, I want to die," he said, lifting his hand from her shoulder, pushing her cheek, and kissing her
.
She giggled and turned her face away, "No, you were too lewd just now. I won't let you kiss me. We'll talk after the movie."
He thought for a moment and decided that he would be very careful about watching movies longer than two hours with Fang Tongtong in the future...
As if deliberately testing his willpower, Fang Tongtong would sometimes pull open her collar to fan
herself, sometimes lift her skirt to touch her thigh. When the two main characters got into the carriage and slapped the window, she even glanced at his
crotch.
"It's not because of them..." he quickly explained, "It's been a while."
After much anticipation, the ship finally hit the iceberg. What was meant to sink sank, what was meant to scatter scattered. Oh no, the old lady
lost her necklace. As soon as the cast and crew names popped up, he couldn't help but turn around and hug her tightly, kissing her
fiercely like a wolf biting flesh.
He kissed her until the DVD finished playing, reluctant to let go of her slippery little tongue.
Fang Tongtong seemed quite satisfied with his restraint throughout the movie. Even though her lips were slightly
swollen from his kisses, she still smiled and slipped on her sandals, picked up her backpack, and unzipped it. "I was thinking last night about
what to do when you kept pitching a tent while we went swimming this afternoon."
He was still immersed in the kiss, his penis painfully hard, and casually replied, "It's a normal physiological reaction
. You're my girlfriend, after all. If I saw you couldn't get an erection, I should go to the hospital."
"Ugh, I wanted to go on the water slide with you. If you just slide down like that, what if you hit something and break?
Can you put a cast on this thing?" she said, blushing, then pulled out her swimsuit. "Hey, you were pretty
good just now, I'll give you a reward, and also let you get used to it. Maybe you'll be fine when you swim after seeing it
."
"Get used to it?" He paused for a moment, then immediately understood what she meant.
"I'm going to change into my swimsuit. I'll wear this for cooking and eating, and then I'll just
throw on some clothes over it when we leave this afternoon. How does that sound?"
He looked at the swimsuit Fang Tongtong was holding. Although it wasn't a bikini, he could tell that
the back was open quite a bit, revealing at least a large V-neck.
It was a swimsuit, after all… out of the water, it wasn't much different from underwear!
He nodded, his eyes shining, suddenly remembering Fang Tongtong's earlier concern, and it dawned on him.
Underwear gets wet, but swimsuits don't. This girl clearly missed him!

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