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Kaohsiung is a dazzling metropolis that shone brightly during the US military's presence in Taiwan. After the US military left, it faded into obscurity. However, with Taiwan's economic development, it has once again shone with captivating brilliance! Kaohsiung's nights were once melancholic…
"...the streetlights cast a pale glow on the raindrops, evoking my sorrow. Young men, unaware of where they are headed, face
a vast future, the harbor's night rain brings loneliness."
On stage, a young man in a sharp suit sang the mournful song of the past, "Harbor's Night Rain."
Kaohsiung's nights are also colorful…
Two bottles of cognac XO were open on the table, and four beautiful women sat beside me. This was the "Seven Heavens Lounge." After finalizing the contract with me, Mr. Chen of Feilun had his company's General Manager Lin invite me and Lina here for a "business dinner."
Besides Mr. Lin and me, the men present included Mr. Zhang, the accounting director of Feilun Company, and Mr. Tian, the marketing manager. Xiao Tian was the young man who had just sung "Night Rain in the Harbor" on stage; I heard he was Chairman Chen's brother-in-law.
Of the four beauties, besides Lina sitting next to General Manager Lin, there was his secretary, Ms. Li Lisha, to his left. Lina had told me during the day that Xiao Tian seemed to be pursuing her. This made me take a closer look at her.
Lisha possessed the air of a classical Eastern beauty, with an oval face, slender eyebrows, arched sideburns, a straight and well-proportioned nose, and eyes that held a soft, melancholic gaze. Her snow-white silk long-sleeved shirt accentuated her high breasts, her slender fingers resting slightly on her knees, and her light blue short skirt revealing her slim waist and full hips. Her long, jade-like neck had fair, icy skin, and her long, jade-like legs were bent at an angle in front of the table, like a budding flower, making one feel tender and pity. Such a beauty, no wonder…
To my left is a lounge “princess” named Xiao Fen, with a pair of large, dark eyes and a very charming appearance, looking no more than twenty years old. As for Old Zhang, whether calling him “old” refers to his age or his experience in the entertainment industry, I couldn’t tell. I saw him with one right arm around Xiao Fen’s slender waist, sometimes slipping his hand inside her high-slit, modified pale yellow dress to caress her firm, pink buttocks, and sometimes casually stroking her right breast under her right armpit. This caused her to giggle and sometimes dart back to my left shoulder.
To my right is Ruo Mei, specially arranged for me by General Manager Lin; I heard she’s the star performer and manager here. She looked like a woman in her late twenties, possessing a mature beauty more alluring than that of a young girl. Her face was like the autumn moon, her figure full and curvaceous, her dimples appearing and disappearing, her eyebrows naturally dark, her lips naturally red, her eyes sparkling, her fingers slender, her hair pulled back, her face as white as snow, her cheeks round and fair, her arms soft and supple, exuding a graceful and charming aura. "Come on! Brother Mu Fan! Let's toast to you! May our cooperation be fruitful!" President Lin raised his glass and said. "I don't deserve it! Please take good care of me, President Lin! I'll toast you!" I quickly raised my glass and said.
As the glasses swayed, I felt an unnatural atmosphere, but I couldn't quite put my finger on what it was. "Stop toasting! Come on! Let's all drink together! Cheers!" Ruomei interjected in a sweet voice. "Let's all drink together! Cheers!" President Lin invited, his right hand wrapping around Lina, rubbing and kneading her. Just as I was wondering how Lina would handle the man who often feigned drunkenness, I noticed she was hesitant to refuse, yet awkwardly avoided my gaze. I finally realized where that unnatural atmosphere came from. "Excuse me! I'm going to the restroom!" Lina said, getting up.
Seeing her go to the restroom, I quickly got up, pretending to go to the restroom as well, and followed her.
"What's wrong! Are you feeling unwell? You seemed uncomfortable all night!" I asked her with concern.
"I..." she stammered, hesitant to speak. "Tell me what's wrong, I'll help you..." I adopted a posture of trying to win her favor.
"Fan! Please don't blame me! Actually, I'm a pawn that the company has placed next to General Manager Lin," she said timidly. "What?... " I looked puzzled. "I'm not going back to the hotel tonight..."
Suddenly, it dawned on me. So that's why General Manager Chen always took her south to negotiate orders. Recalling the deep affection of last night, I instantly felt deceived and humiliated.
"Fan! You won't look down on me, will you? I had no choice!"
Looking at her pitiful expression, and recalling that I wasn't even a pawn in the company, I felt relieved. The only difference was that she was a cannon that had crossed the river, while I was just a pawn that couldn't. Last night was just an unintentional encounter when the cannon was returning to defend.
"Lina! I understand! We both had no choice!" I tried to reassure her.
"Actually, Lisa's situation is the same as mine! She's my best friend, we're both so-called business secretaries!" she further explained.
No wonder! No wonder there was always a hint of melancholy in her eyes. She must have to do this for the sake of life. What woman doesn't want to find a good man to marry and live a stable life as a wife and mother? "Go! I'll wait for you at the hotel tomorrow!" "Thank you for your understanding! I will always remember your tenderness last night!" she said softly, tears welling up in her eyes.
Back in her seat, Lina was much more outgoing. After gaining my understanding, she seemed like a different person.
"Section Chief Shen! Let's pay our respects to Miss Ruomei! She doesn't just sit at bars!" Lina said. "Right! Right! Brother Mufan! Don't neglect the beauty next to you! You should be punished!" President Lin chimed in.
"Who should be punished? It can't be me!" Xiaotian asked after finishing his song and returning to his seat.
"Old Shen! He ignored Ruomei all night! Leaving our beauty sitting there empty-
handed," President Lin teased. "Come on! I'll pass the test to show my respect! Let's toast Miss Ruomei first! I'll drink three cups as punishment!" With mixed feelings, perhaps sighing at the helplessness of life, or perhaps showing Lina my current mood, I wanted to get drunk tonight.
"Good drinking capacity! Brother Shen, I toast you!" Xiaotian said, raising his glass.
One cup of alcohol after another numbed my limbs, but it couldn't numb my wounded heart. With my left hand raised to toast, I put my right arm around Ruomei beside me. Only then did I realize how slender her waist was, and I could smell the elegant floral scent of Chanel No. 5 emanating from her. "Every day I think of you alone, unable to see you. We're like mandarin ducks, inseparable, yet you always come to separate us. Like the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl, we meet every year, but you left without a word, leaving me all alone. That's when the moon was about to rise at dusk, adding to my sorrow. The day you left me was also when the moon was about to rise, so I had to beg the moon to tell you. Do you know how I grieve every day, tears streaming down my face
, hoping you'll return soon?" Hearing Lina singing "Hoping for Your Early Return" on stage made my already wounded heart bleed even more. Driven by an unnamed, reactive feeling, and under the guise of being slightly drunk, I pulled Ruomei into my arms. "Good! Good! Brother Shen! You're really something! Ruomei will keep you company tonight!" I heard President Lin's encouraging voice. "No! Brother Shen might not even be interested... Mmm!" Ruomei whined in my arms. Before she could finish, a pair of large, alcohol-scented lips sealed hers, eliciting a burst of laughter. "Come on, let's do it again!" I yelled.
...
When I felt thirsty and regained my senses, I suddenly realized I was in another place.

It was a cozy-looking bedroom, with gentle European-style wall lamps casting a peacock-yellow glow on the ivory-white walls. The warm air was filled with the fragrance of Indian incense, dreamlike and enchanting... A
round, white gauze canopy cascaded down from above like a waterfall, and pink silk blankets, pink bedspreads, and pink pillows exuded an elegant, delicate fragrance. Under the soft glow of the crystal chandelier, a curvaceous figure was faintly reflected in front of the dressing table on the right. I raised my upper body, my forehead still throbbing slightly.
The figure in front of the table seemed to sense the movement inside the canopy; it got up and moved over quietly. I lifted the gauze curtain and was astonished to find it was Miss Ruomei…
She wore a loose pink nightgown, the narrow Y-shaped neckline and wide sleeves adorned with elegant silver-white rose lace, a pink belt tied diagonally with a bow at her waist. The wall lamp behind her illuminated her graceful curves, her slender waist seemingly easily encircled by a single hand. Her hair, which had been styled in a bun atop her head, was now loose, her jet-black hair cascading down her right chest, revealing a deep cleavage between her high breasts.
"Awake? Have some water!" she asked softly, her voice as gentle as a nightingale's song.
She moved closer to the head of the bed, using her left hand to help me sit up straight and placing the pillow behind my back. Her right hand held a glass of warm water to my lips. A delicate fragrance, the same as the pillow's, wafted into my nostrils, and I felt a soft, comforting warmth on my right shoulder. Only then did I realize I was shirtless, wearing only a pair of underpants.
"Miss Ruomei! I…" I was about to ask what had happened when she said
, "You were drunk! You threw up all over yourself! I helped you change your clothes…"
Facing her closely, I finally noticed her gentleness, her beauty. Her eyebrows were lightly drawn, her makeup subtle, her eyes like autumn water, her lips like cinnabar, her face oval, her eyebrows willow-leaf—she was a beauty in the making. Looking at those lips I had once violated, I regretted my previous recklessness.
"I'm sorry! Miss Ruomei! Please forgive my previous rudeness and impetuosity…" I said meekly, desperately trying to regain my composure.
"You seem to have deep feelings for Lina, I understand how you feel..." she comforted me.
"Lina is a regular at my lounge! She's a pitiful yet filial girl..." she continued.
Then she told me about Lina's situation.
It turned out that Lina had a tragic family background. Her younger siblings were still young, her father had passed away, and her mother had been hospitalized for cancer for many years. The enormous medical expenses forced her to quit her job as a department store clerk and become a so-called "business secretary." Through business dealings, she met Mr. Chen of Feilun. Mr. Chen had always wanted to keep her as a mistress and take her as a concubine. Lina always wanted to wait until things got better before marrying into a good family; she didn't want to live a life without status. But recently, her mother had been admitted to the intensive care unit again. Hearing this, I felt a pang of sadness; I knew I was powerless to help her. A lovely yet pitiful girl...
"Lina is fortunate to have met someone as affectionate as you..." she paused for a moment.
"That's like me..." she said, her voice trembling with emotion.
"Miss Ruomei, what's wrong..." I tried to comfort her.
"Never mind! This is my fate..." she said, tears welling in her eyes, avoiding my question.
"Tell me about it, although I may not be able to help, maybe it will make you feel better," I said, my words a mixture of comfort and curiosity about her situation.
"I am an unfortunate woman..." she said softly.
As she spoke, she couldn't help but sob as she spoke of her sorrows. Seeing her pink cheeks streaked with tears, I reached out and embraced her trembling body, listening to her story.
In her early twenties, full of the heart-fluttering feelings of a young girl, she met her Prince Charming. A young overseas Chinese named Joey, he was wealthy and charming, having studied in England for many years and earned a doctorate. They had once shared a blissful period together. But their happiness was short-lived; after she became pregnant, he revealed his true colors and sold her to a prostitution ring. It turned out he was a human trafficker who forced women into prostitution; he was just a primary school graduate who had worked as a lackey in a foreign-owned pub for seven or eight years.
"Not two months later, the police raided the brothel and rescued me..." she said, her voice breaking with grief.
Initially, due to the need to make a living and financial constraints, she went to a clandestine clinic for an abortion, but the procedure went wrong, leaving her infertile. Unable to become a mother, she was utterly despondent, numbing herself with alcohol. After earning some money, she gathered some girlfriends and started her own business.
"Lina may be unfortunate... but she has a deeply loving you..."
"Throughout my life, I've always hoped for a deeply loving man in my life..."
I was deeply moved; such a pitiful and loving woman. I couldn't help but kiss her tear-stained, trembling lips.
"Can you... fulfill my dream...?" she asked softly, looking up at me.
"I..." I didn't know how to answer her.
Agreeing was awkward, but refusing would hurt her. Just as I was caught in a dilemma, she suddenly stood up and untied the bow at her waist.
A loose pink nightgown opened up.
My heart skipped a beat.
A fiery red bra was trimmed with black lace, the upper cups were transparent, and a black rose was embroidered on it. Her breasts were high and firm, with a deep cleavage. Her smooth, delicate abdomen was adorned with a deep navel. A fiery red, high-waisted, transparent silk pantyhose was embroidered with a large black rose, the petals subtly concealing her high mons pubis.
I took a deep breath and swallowed to moisten my dry throat.
Reaching out, I unbuckled the garter belt buckles of the fiery red garter belt with black lace trim, and gracefully removed the stockings, placing my left and right legs on the edge of the bed. The movement of my head lowered allowed me to see most of her full breasts that seemed to be bursting out of the bra, and her spread legs allowed me to see up close the deep cleavage on her mounds. These poses were incredibly alluring, stirring my heart and filling me with fantasies. Before I knew it, my lower body was slightly aroused.
Turning around, her shoulders trembled slightly, and a loose pink nightgown slid down her back, revealing her snow-white skin, exquisite curves, and slender waist. Those were familiar curves.
Unfastening the fiery red garter belt with black lace, her full, rounded buttocks were revealed. Like conjoined twins, a strand of fiery red silk clung between them. With a backhand clasp, the fiery red bra with black lace trim slid down to her feet.
"Fan! Love me well tonight! ...Just tonight..." she said, half-pleading, half-expecting, as she slowly turned around.
Her body was as translucent as jade, her skin smooth and delicate, seemingly boneless. Her dark eyes were clear as autumn water, her cherry lips were red and alluring, her breasts were round and full, her waist slender, her soft abdomen smooth as satin, her legs long and shapely, and her soft, fine hair framed her flower-like face. She was beautiful and charming, with an intoxicating appearance.
She lifted the pink silk quilt, and her delicate body pressed against me.
The body covering my strong frame was warm, smooth, and firm.
She wrapped her arms around my neck, closed her dark eyes, tilted her head back, and brought her slightly trembling lips close to my eyes...
Her soft breasts pressed against my chest, looking like two snow-white orbs being squeezed from above. Her jade-like back curved gracefully down her boneless spine, until her jade-like buttocks, covered by a sliver of fiery red high-waisted transparent silk panties, rose sharply again.
I wrapped my strong arms around her slender waist, and suddenly realized it was so delicate it could be grasped in one hand.
I gently kissed her lower lip, a strange current flowing through my body, causing my lower body to tremble.
She took my lower lip in her mouth, sucking it back and forth. At the same time, I took her upper lip in my mouth, feeling the curves and elasticity of her lips.
The wetness felt wonderful. I teased the inner wall of her lips with the tip of my tongue, causing her to tremble spasmodically and hold me even tighter. Her tongue didn't even seem to notice the teasing.
A tingling current flowed through my body again from the tip of my tongue, and my groin involuntarily contracted. I opened my mouth wide and moved my tongue to lick under her tongue.
"Mmm! You're so naughty!" she said, pulling away.
Then, I slid her body down, licking my chest and armpits. My right hand slowly moved inside my underwear.
"Mmm! So good…" I murmured to myself. Her slender hand played with my penis, occasionally teasing my vulva and squeezing the glans.
With one hand, I brushed her hair behind her back, revealing her alluring sideburns, and gently caressed her ear. My other hand grasped her left breast; she seemed like a woman who couldn't be held in a man's grasp with just one hand, her perfectly sized, pink areola adorned with a pink cherry. Sometimes I rubbed it between my fingers, sometimes I gently pinched it.
"Ah…" she gasped softly with a tremor.
She rose, pulled down my underpants, straddled me, and unexpectedly took my erect penis into her mouth.
"Mmm..." The wet, soft feeling was wonderful. When my glans was squeezed by her narrow throat, I couldn't help but moan.
Gazing at her swaying pink buttocks and the high mons pubis covered by a sliver of fiery red, I couldn't help but caress her plump, smooth buttocks with one hand and tease her slightly exposed mons pubis with two fingers of the other.
"Mmm..." When my two fingers teased her slightly exposed mons pubis, she would sometimes unconsciously moan softly.
The slightly wet feeling of my two fingers made me realize that the secret spring that was secreting made the secret cave that was tightly pressed against the fiery red panties clearly visible before my eyes. I was mesmerized...
I pushed her down to my left side and took the black rose on the fiery red panties into my mouth.
"Ah..." Her jade legs twisted in desire, and she let out unbearable moans.
Smelling the fragrance secreted from her secret cave, I bit into the plump mound through the thin, cicada-wing-like silk panties. I spread her legs with one hand and rubbed her clitoris with the other. The feeling of my cheek pressed against her soft, yielding thighs was truly one of life's greatest pleasures.
"Ah...I want...to get up..." Her jade legs twisted, her hands rubbing my thighs and buttocks with uncontrollable force, and she made a move to get up.
As she stood up, she pulled down her fiery red silk panties trimmed with black lace.
She straightened up, knelt on my lower body, placed her left palm beside my pillow, raised her buttocks, and guided my penis with her right hand, slowly inserting it into her secret cave. I raised my head, looking down at the labia sucking on my glans, my erect clitoris panting and trembling in the sparse bush.
She placed her hands on my ears, her delicate body leaning forward, her jade buttocks moving slightly, as if she dared not fully insert it for a moment. I thrust my abdomen to meet her shallow penetration, and soon, sure enough, a stream of honeyed fluid flowed out.
With a muffled groan, I saw Ruomei lean forward slightly, pushing my penis towards her flower core, and rubbing her erect clitoris at the base. The double stimulation caused her to involuntarily arch backward.
Her flushed cheeks, widened nose and forehead, half-bitten lips, and muffled moans made her even more beautiful. My mind raced, and I thrust upward faster, waves of electric-like tingling sensations coursing through my body. Ruomei, on the other hand, gasped and cried out, involuntarily arching her upper body to rub her breasts.
After a long while, I grew tired! I stopped and let her ride me!
I lay on the bed, admiring her long hair dancing in the soft flight! A pair of pink jade earrings swayed with her swaying neck, creating dazzling halos! The
hot breath of sweat clung to the air!
Her breasts bounced against her chest, and my erect penis appeared and disappeared at the entrance of her secret cave! The penis was covered with the sweet fluid flowing from her body, glistening in the dim light!
I saw her pink lips engulf the penis, opening and closing rhythmically!
She reached her climax, her whole body twisting and turning rapidly, the pleasure contorting every joint.
I leaned forward! Her breasts swayed like pendulums before my eyes!
I stuck out my tongue, just managing to lick the tip of her nipple! She quickened her straddling motion, cupping the base of her breasts with both hands! Several times, beads of sweat dripped from the tips of her breasts, soaking my cheeks.
"Ah... Fan... hold me... I'm coming... I'm coming..." Ruomei gasped.
I quickly lifted my upper body, sitting face to face with her, and lowered my head to bite her breasts hard. Suddenly, I leaned back and thrust my penis forward...
"Ah... ah... I'm going to die..." Ruomei's kneeling hips twisted violently for a moment, then she desperately pressed against my penis
, kneading it. I felt my penis being sucked and kneaded by her opening and closing vagina, the glans feeling like it was being sucked by a baby's mouth. I embraced her sweaty body and collapsed.
"I want to lie down... I'm so dizzy..." Ruomei gasped.
I let her lie on her left side, her lower body still tightly closed. I lay reclining on her slightly bent right leg, her left leg still wrapped around my body.
"Feeling any better... Mei... take a rest..." I said, kissing her flushed cheeks.
"You're so vigorous... you're making me dizzy..." Ruomei gasped.
"The vigor is yet to come..." I teased her.
"You're so annoying... I'm being serious with you..." Ruomei gasped.
"Making love is a serious matter..." I teased her again with a smile.
"You're so glib... so indecent..." Ruomei said shyly.
"Did you fulfill your dream..." I teased her by asking.
I saw her cherry lips move, and she gave me a sidelong glance, a look of reproach mixed with resentment, a captivating and alluring posture! Gentle yet charming, mature beauty tinged with a touch of youthful shyness! Truly captivating! A beauty that bewitches the soul!
Looking at this lovely yet pitiful woman, I felt a pang of pity.
He bent down, suckling her breasts again, his right hand playing with her rosy clitoris, his waist shifting slightly!
The wind chimes tinkled, birds whistled at dawn, and her moans aroused her once more!
It was a sign that she had once again experienced the initial pleasure, the joy and delight!
In the hazy light of the dewy moonlight, her face, like a lotus flower, displayed complex changes! Her
dazed eyes, half-closed and half-open, revealed her desire once more! One slender hand gripped the sheets tightly! The clenching expressed her inner longing! Her delicate eyebrows rose and fell,
in sync with the touch of my fingers! The moans were incessant, her cherry lips parted slightly, a captivating display of allure… She pleaded shyly, “Fan! Come…on…” This was a call of love! A yearning of passion! A need of desire! The wantonness... I straightened up, lightly leading my warhorse, spear in hand, into the pass. The steed beneath me reared up and neighed, already at the starting line, ready for a long gallop! At this moment, my jade stem, its veins slightly bulging, seemed to roam like a thousand hooves, hot, thick, firm, and long-lasting! And she, panting softly, raised one long, shapely jade leg, swaying it in the air, while the other hooked around my jade neck! This posture opened her secret gate wide! I saw her sparse, verdant hair, her delicate golden threads, her slightly raised mons pubis, her jade walls seemingly closed, shrouded in mist and clouds, glistening with dew. I thrust in hastily, into her, a bittersweet spring passion, a slippery, secluded path, causing her to gasp softly. With a cry like a nightingale's song, her body trembled, her neck shook, her breath quivered, her voice long and drawn out like a sob, her moans like the chirping of insects! I greedily craved this softness, my heart and soul dizzy with desire. Three thrusts and nine withdrawals, pumping in and out with ease, slow pushes and quick pulls, each withdrawal causing her to gasp and moan with every thrust. Her cherry lips opened and closed, twisting and turning, her moans evolving from soft whimpers to deep, guttural cries. Her cries shifted from muffled gasps to trembling, delicate sobs, utterly captivating and enchanting. Soon, her waist swayed, her breasts trembled, her eyes glazed, her cherry lips slightly parted, her breath coming in gasps. The fragrance of orchids filled the air, revealing her to be utterly captivated, her body weak and her virility overflowing! Her legs spread wider, urging me to penetrate her further. "Fan... I can't take it anymore... I'm going to die..." she moaned, panting like a daze, the pain, numbness, itchiness, and tingling sensations causing her to climax three times in a row. I felt waves of pleasure, like climbing mountains and soaring through the clouds, rising and falling, higher and higher. I reached forward with both hands, grasped her breasts, and vigorously kneaded and thrust. Like a green dragon playing in a clear pool, waves surged and crashed. The sounds of "plop" were incessant. It was the outward expression of music, the harmonious playing of zither and lute. A chill ran through me, and my semen flowed like a torrent, filling her core. With a final chill, I desperately pressed her legs forward to my shoulders and held her tightly. "Ah! Fan... don't..." she whimpered, trying to push away my excessive penetration. The sun was high in the sky, and the golden rays of the night streamed in through the window.

I opened my sleepy, tired eyes and found that Xiang had vanished. Searching around, I found her standing before the French windows, draped in a white, sheer robe. The bright light illuminated her alluring figure—the familiar lines I had once admired. Her slightly upturned breasts gazed upwards like a mother bird awaiting its prey. The white robe billowed in the morning breeze, making her appear like a serene and pure goddess.
Gazing at her slender back, I wondered what she was thinking.
I put on my underpants, tiptoed behind her, and reached out to cover her eyes.
"Ah!…" Ruomei was startled by my sudden action.
"Ugh! It's you, Fan! Let go, you startled me!" She struggled slightly before nestling in my arms.
"What are you thinking about? Lost in thought here alone?" I wrapped my arms around her waist, my lips pressed against her delicate neck as I asked softly.
"I was thinking back to... last night's dream..."
A touch of emotion welled up within me, and I turned her around, just as I was about to...
"No... Fan... you should go! Let me have a beautiful memory... okay?" Her fragrant lips trembled slightly as she spoke softly...
I released her, gazing into her eyes, which held a hint of melancholy mixed with a glimmer of happiness.
"Fan... I will remember you... thank you for giving me a sweet dream."
The romantic and wild woman of last night was gone; before me stood a strange, tender woman.
"An unfinished destiny from a past life, today's encounter exempts us from the red thread of fate, fulfilling a lifelong dream," she
murmured, taking out a strand of her hair and saying, "I hope you will remember me..."
Through my tear-filled eyes, my vision blurred...

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