[Urban] Lustful life (all)-7-9

Chapter Sixty-Two: The Ultimate Showdown

Liu Xinhua fell asleep in extreme pleasure. These past few days, she had barely rested, working tirelessly to modify Ding Ping's supercomputer design; she was truly exhausted. Ding Ping looked at her peaceful sleeping face, surprised that a woman in her forties would fall so in love with him, and how much he cherished her in return. He kissed her cheek, covered her with a light blanket, and left the room to check on the hackers' movements on the third floor.

Huang Dongqing and Su Wei, seeing Ding Ping come up, said, "Strange, they haven't made a move these past few days. What's going on?"

"Now we're afraid they won't attack. If it's an organized and purposeful attack, they definitely won't give up. The previous attacks were likely probing, checking our defenses," Ding Ping said. "If they launch another attack, it will be fierce, and they'll definitely be able to break through our firewall in a short time."

At this point, Ding Ping recalled that he used the word "fierce" when with every woman, except with Huang Dongqing and Su Wei, when he was slightly gentler, because they were younger and couldn't handle his intense intensity.

Thinking of this, Ding Ping said to Huang Dongqing and Su Wei, "Sisters, the surveillance work is tedious and boring. Let me lighten your load and add some entertainment. You two can take turns monitoring, and another person and I will put on a show for the workers. Wouldn't that be much more interesting?"

Upon hearing this, both of them blushed. Su Wei remained silent, while Huang Dongqing asked, "What if Professor Liu comes up?"

Knowing they had agreed, Ding Ping said, "Professor Liu is resting downstairs. She's been working hard for days and won't wake up for several hours. As long as we don't disrupt our work, it's fine."

After saying this, Ding... Ding Ping walked up to Huang Dongqing and said, "You're older, let's go first. Su Wei is on duty."

Ding Ping then pulled Huang Dongqing into his arms. She slowly closed her eyes, rested her head on Ding Ping's shoulder, and remained motionless. After a while, Ding Ping's lips covered Huang Dongqing's lips, passionately kissing her. Although this wasn't their first kiss, it was the first time during the day, and with Su Wei watching, Huang Dongqing was a little shy. But the thought of being watched by others gave her a strange impulse, making her feel excited. Ding Ping could feel the restlessness in Huang Dongqing's heart from the licking of her tongue. Taking advantage of the moment, Ding Ping slipped his hand inside Huang Dongqing's t-shirt, pressing it against her warm and delicate skin. His hand moved upwards from her soft waist, until his fingertips touched the lower edge of her full breasts, brushing against the edge of her bra. He couldn't wait to slip his hand inside, gently covering her firm, smooth breasts.

A tingling, electric sensation quickly spread throughout Huang Dongqing's body. She felt dizzy, her limbs weak, and she involuntarily began to kiss Ding Ping back. Her petals were so soft and fragrant. They kissed passionately, completely lost in the moment. Huang Dongqing kept her eyes tightly closed, letting Ding Ping lift her up and let her straddle his legs.

At this moment, Huang Dongqing was completely limp in Ding Ping's arms, her arms tightly wrapped around his neck, her burning cheeks pressed against his hot chest, letting him do as he pleased. Because of the lower temperature on the third floor, Ding Ping didn't take off her clothes, only pulled her pants down to her knees, so her legs couldn't be fully open. This created a greater pressure when Ding Ping entered her.

Ding Ping continued thrusting inside Huang Dongqing in this position, making their private parts more intimately connected. Ding Ping's penis entered the deepest, giving Huang Dongqing the greatest impact. Especially since her legs couldn't be spread due to the pants, her two "doors" of her vagina were tightly gripping Ding Ping's penis. With each thrust, Ding Ping's movements were even more powerful, bringing her immense pleasure. Soon, Ding Ping brought her to the peak of pleasure.

When Huang Dongqing lay peacefully in his arms, Ding Ping picked her up and walked to Su Wei. They looked at the monitor together. Although Su Wei's eyes were on the monitor, her heart had already flown to Ding Ping. Especially when she heard Huang Dongqing's cries of pleasure, her heart almost flew away, and her lower body continued to flow with desire.

Ding Ping made Huang Dongqing stand up. As Ding Ping withdrew his penis from her body, a stream of white fluid gushed out, wetting a large area of the floor.

At this moment, Su Wei was already aroused. When Ding Ping's hands caressed her breasts, she began to moan loudly, and her lower body was already soaked.

Ding Ping unbuckled Su Wei's belt, and like Huang Dongqing, pulled her pants down to her knees. He then had Su Wei straddle his legs with her back to him. Ding Ping inserted his penis into her from behind, reaching her clitoris. His hands then reached to Su Wei's chest, caressing her high, firm breasts.

Ding Ping's firm skin pressed against Su Wei's full buttocks, and the pressure of his arms squeezed her breasts, channeling his inner heat into her firm breasts through his caresses. This sweet contact completely melted Su Wei; her rapid breathing gradually turned into soft moans. Ding Ping's hands continued to tease her desires, each cupping one of her high breasts, using his fingertips to draw circles from the outside in, sometimes lightly, sometimes heavily, then gently kneading her erect nipples.

Ding Ping's mouth gently licked Su Wei's earlobe from the side, arousing her emotions. Under Ding Ping's constant caresses, Su Wei's passion grew stronger. She gently twisted her body, her small hands gripping the edge of the table in front of her, her full and pert buttocks moving violently back and forth, swallowing and rubbing Ding Ping's penis inside her. Ding Ping's hand, which had been squeezing Su Wei's breasts, involuntarily increased its pressure, violently pressing down on her already swollen and hardened nipples.

After letting out a long sigh, Su Wei began to sit up and down forcefully on Ding Ping's legs. Each time she sat down, she went all the way down, taking Ding Ping's penis completely inside her, making sure it pressed against her clitoris with each thrust. As Su Wei's pleasure increased, the frequency and force of her sitting down increased. At the moment Su Wei reached her climax, she suddenly sat down with all her might, as if trying to enter Ding Ping's body, making his penis reach the deepest part of her…

At this moment, Huang Dongjing's voice came: "They've started attacking."

Ding Ping and Su Wei immediately dressed and sat down in front of computer number two, starting to operate it. Initially, the other side launched a tentative attack, with only a few hundred computers participating, which had no impact on the system. The other side did not detect anything unusual, just like the attack a few days ago.

Three minutes later, the formal attack began. Suddenly, a massive influx of data packets flooded the system. Ding Ping activated the monitoring system and conducted reverse probing of the attacking terminals, identifying 3,000. Ding Ping immediately instructed Su Wei to go to Computer One and send the program he and Liu Xinhua had previously prepared to the detected terminals, controlling and shutting them down.

At this point, the capabilities of the opposing host were revealed. Even with the astonishing speed of Liu Xinhua's Computer One, it could only hold its own against the attacking host. In other words, Computer One's speed in shutting down the attacking terminals was barely keeping up with the speed at which the host could launch new attacking terminals.

After a stalemate of ten minutes, the host, perhaps believing that Ding Ping and his team had exhausted their resources and were no longer capable of a larger counterattack, suddenly escalated the attack, launching 50,000 terminals in a single attack. This scale of attack was beyond the capabilities of any company in the world, indicating that the host was confident of being detected and dared to gamble everything.

Seeing this, Ding Ping said to Huang Dongqing and Su Wei, "The other side has finally revealed their true colors, launching an all-out attack, probably believing we are powerless."

"Yes, even the first computer that was just activated is nearly twice as powerful as the world's most publicly known computer. This has exceeded their expectations. Only you and Professor Liu could have created this monster, the second computer. It's not their fault," Huang Dongqing said.

"I guess the other side's mainframe has a computing power of over a quadrillion operations per second; otherwise, it wouldn't be able to activate 50,000 computer terminals to launch an attack while simultaneously attacking the first computer," Su Wei added.

“That’s normal. Isn’t it the same in our country? Director Liu’s supercomputer has a computing power of five quadrillion calculations per second, but the best supercomputer we publicly announce only has a computing power of three quadrillion calculations per second.”

“But this time the other side miscalculated. They didn’t expect you and Professor Liu to create such a super-abnormal computer as Computer Number Two.” Su Wei said with a smile.

“This was all done by Ding Ping alone.” Liu Xinhua’s voice rang out from outside the door.

Ding Ping and the other two stood up. Liu Xinhua asked, “How is the situation?” while gesturing for them to sit down.

Huang Dongqing gave a brief report on the situation.

“If we hadn’t created Computer Number Two in the next few days, we would have definitely lost this time, and it would have caused significant losses to the country.” Liu Xinhua’s expression was somewhat solemn.

“What do we do now?” Su Wei asked.

“Ding Ping, what do you think?” Liu Xinhua didn’t answer directly but asked Ding Ping instead.

“I think it’s like this: the other side hasn’t found any flaws in our virtual system. We might as well use it as bait, use Computer Number One to fight against the other side, and use Computer Number Two to detect the location of the other side’s mainframe, and then destroy it in one fell swoop.” Ding Ping said.

"Alright!" Huang Dongqing, Su Wei, and Liu Xinhua shouted almost simultaneously.

"We need to be quick. Let's settle this once and for all today! Let them stop underestimating China!" Liu Xinhua said.

Thus, the four of them plunged into this war without gunfire. This kind of war was far more deadly than real battles; the losses for the losing side were immeasurable.

Ten minutes later, Ding Ping's second computer finally located the enemy's host and entered it. At this moment, the first computer reported a dangerous situation: the virtual system's firewall was about to be breached, and the system was in an extremely dangerous state.

"Transfer data!" Liu Xinhua commanded.

Ding Ping pressed the Enter key, which had been waiting in the wings, and immediately downloaded an astronomical amount of data from the host to the second computer at the speed of light. A task that would normally take more than ten hours to complete was finished in five minutes—unthinkable without the second computer's supercomputing power.

Seeing that Ding Ping had completed his task, Liu Xinhua gave Huang Dongjing and Su Wei the order: "Open the firewall and transmit data."

The two immediately activated the firewall, and as if it had been breached, a massive amount of junk data was downloaded. In just twenty or thirty seconds, Huang Dongjing and Su Wei shut down all transmissions, as if the power had been suddenly turned off.

The other side was now cheering, believing they had breached China's system. Although they had only downloaded data for twenty or thirty seconds before being told the power had been shut down, those twenty or thirty seconds of data might be something they could never obtain.

Suddenly, someone among them discovered that the host computer had been compromised and the data downloaded. Chaos erupted immediately; everyone scrambled to disconnect the network, only to find the computer was out of their control. The supervisor ordered, "Implement Plan One: Cut off all power." However, after cutting off the external power, the computer immediately switched to backup batteries and continued operating. With the host computer out of control, cutting off backup battery power couldn't be done quickly enough. Watching the data leak out like a flood, the supervisor was helpless. To prevent this advanced technical data from being stolen, the host computer had to be sacrificed. With tears in his eyes, he ordered, "Everyone evacuate! Implement Plan Two!"

Five minutes later, everyone had evacuated, and the host computer room immediately exploded. Their emergency plan was quite effective; a drastic measure, promptly destroying the host computer, although the losses were enormous, effectively prevented data loss. However, they were unaware that the data had already been taken by the enemy. Of course, there was no report of this incident in China.

Seeing the computer screen suddenly go black, Liu Xinhua, Ding Ping, Huang Dongqing, and Su Wei knew the enemy's mainframe was destroyed. They were relieved that the enemy's reaction was superb; if Liu Xinhua and the others had launched a counterattack from the start, they wouldn't have been able to obtain all the enemy's data. There was only one explanation: to prevent the secret from being leaked, the enemy destroyed what was possibly the world's fastest supercomputer.

"What a pity, such an advanced supercomputer is gone just like that," Ding Ping said.

"This is their own fault!" Liu Xinhua said. "If they hadn't attacked us, would this have happened?"

The next day, news from the U country reported that a research institute in that country had experienced a large explosion due to an accident the previous day, but there were no casualties.

In this attack and defense, Liu Xinhua and Ding Ping's secret weapon, the Supercomputer No. 2, played a crucial role. The downloaded data propelled China's related technologies forward by more than a decade, further narrowing the gap with the world's most developed countries, bringing them to near-synchronization. The U country, on the other hand, suffered in silence, unable to voice its grievances. Not only did they lose what was arguably the world's most advanced computer, but they also lost a massive amount of data (in fact, all the data had been downloaded by Ding Ping and his team; one wonders what the U.S. would think if they knew this).

Chapter Sixty-Three: Celebrating the Lantern Festival (Part One)

This operation was not only a complete success, but also brought huge unexpected gains. The National Information Center gave Liu Xinhua and Ding Ping a huge financial reward, but due to state secrets, Liu Xinhua's application for a science and technology progress award for Ding Ping was not approved, though it was recorded. Huang Dongqing and Su Wei were also promoted.

Yu Xiaoling also decided to return to her hometown after their successful operation. During her time at Liu Xinhua's house, she felt that Liu Xinhua genuinely cared for Ding Ping, and she herself had a happy time. To allow Ding Ping to focus on his studies, she returned to her hometown after a wild night with Ding Ping.

After the most tense period passed, Liu Xinhua and Ding Ping revised their supercomputer, improving the system's performance, patching some potential vulnerabilities, and making the computer's operating system more reasonable and complete.

On the evening of the Lantern Festival, Huang Dongqing and Su Wei arrived at Liu Xinhua's house. They had arranged to spend the night with Liu Xinhua and Ding Ping, partly to celebrate the success of their operation and partly to congratulate Huang Dongqing and Su Wei on their promotions. They also had another wish.

Dinner ended in a relaxed and pleasant atmosphere. This time, they didn't drink excessively like last time; each only had two glasses of red wine. After dinner, they played soft music and danced lightly.

Ding Ping knew Huang Dongqing and Su Wei's intentions, and Liu Xinhua understood their meaning. After a while, Liu Xinhua excused herself and left. Although Liu Xinhua also wanted to spend time with Ding Ping, she felt embarrassed to be with the two young women, as they weren't very familiar with each other. In their eyes, Liu Xinhua was still an elder and a teacher.

As soon as Liu Xinhua left, the atmosphere among the three became ambiguous. Ding Ping looked at Huang Dongqing and Su Wei, whose faces were slightly flushed, and whispered in their ears, "Shall we go to the bedroom?"

They lowered their heads and didn't speak, following Ding Ping into the bedroom. Because the air conditioning was already set high, Ding Ping took off his coat as soon as they entered, leaving only his underwear. Seeing Huang Dongqing and Su Wei still standing there without making a move, he said, "You're both shy, let me help you undress."

With that, Ding Ping took their hands and led them to the bed. Huang Dongqing was wearing a tight pink t-shirt, the hem tucked into her jeans. When she raised her arms, the curves of her slender waist and full, firm breasts were clearly visible, and the outline of her bra was faintly discernible. Su Wei wore a down jacket and crisp trousers, exuding a different kind of allure.

Ding Ping started with Huang Dongqing, pulling her tightly into his arms and pressing his lips heavily against hers. One of his hands slipped under her coat, reaching her chest and pressing against her full, firm breasts. A tingling, electric sensation quickly spread throughout Huang Dongqing's body, making her limbs weak and her head spin. Involuntarily, Huang Dongqing began to return Ding Ping's kiss.

At first, their lips touched, then their tongues intertwined. Huang Dongqing's petals were so soft and fragrant that Ding Ping was completely lost in the kiss. Huang Dongqing kept her eyes tightly closed, entranced and infatuated, her arms tightly wrapped around Ding Ping's neck. Her top was also removed during their passionate kiss.

When Ding Ping lay down, Huang Dongqing turned to her side, her back to him, out of shyness. Ding Ping then slipped his hands under her armpits and placed them on her firm breasts, pulling her tightly into his arms from behind, his chest pressed against her smooth back.

Ding Ping's mouth gently licked Huang Dongqing's earlobe from the side, continuously teasing her desire. Under Ding Ping's constant caresses, Huang Dongqing began to feel a surge of passion. She gently twisted her body, her small hands tightly gripping Ding Ping's arm. Ding Ping slowly kissed down Huang Dongqing's back, following the undulating curves of her skin. One hand reached down her smooth abdomen to her lower body, unbuttoning her pants and pulling them down completely. His hands gently caressed her private parts.

Ding Ping's gentle caresses melted Huang Dongqing's heart and soul; all her sensitive organs were awakened by his touch. Her soft body was like a string on a musical instrument, manipulated at will by Ding Ping. At this moment, Huang Dongqing was completely immersed in the vortex of pursuing carnal pleasure and could not extricate herself.

Ding Ping knelt on the bed, slowly pulling down his underwear, revealing his muscular, naked body to Huang Dongqing. Huang Dongqing's body seemed to be drawn to Ding Ping; she wrapped her lotus-root-like arms around his body, her flushed cheeks pressed against his hot chest, allowing Ding Ping's penis to sink deep into her cleavage. Unable to resist this irresistible provocation, Huang Dongqing passionately caressed Ding Ping's firm, smooth buttocks, simultaneously feeling the heat and hardness of his penis against her chest.

Ding Ping gently laid Huang Dongqing down on the bed. Her high, firm breasts heaved, her legs spread wide, fully exposing her private parts to Ding Ping's view, anxiously awaiting his entry.

Ding Ping gently lay on top of Huang Dongqing. At that moment, he felt as if he were surrounded by thick, soft grass, the warm breeze whistling through the fields, and Huang Dongqing's private parts seemed like a black hole in the universe, drawing him completely into them.

Huang Dongqing clearly felt an intense, dizzying pleasure mixed with a slight pain surging from her body as Ding Ping's thick penis penetrated deeper. Her body involuntarily writhed. She

moaned softly, her starry eyes slightly open, her breathing becoming rapid as she swayed and responded to Ding Ping's thrusts, her private parts desperately sucking and releasing his penis. Ding Ping's jade pestle thrust deeper and deeper into Huang Dongqing's flower garden, causing her to pant heavily, her face flushed with desire, her jade legs swaying incessantly to welcome Ding Ping's thrusts.

Huang Dongqing felt the nectar flowing continuously from her petals, a constant feeling of fullness and satisfaction emanating from her lower body. With each repeated thrust of Ding Ping's penis, chasing the ultimate pleasure with him, she let out seductive moans from her nose.

Ding Ping looked at Huang Dongqing, whose eyes were slightly open and seductive, and her tongue was pressed against her upper teeth, licking and playing with her cherry lips. He couldn't help but passionately kiss Huang Dongqing's luscious lips, savoring the saliva in her mouth. Their tongues intertwined, and he sucked it into his own mouth...

Huang Dongqing's moans grew more urgent, and her eyes became more and more dazed. Suddenly, Huang Dongqing used her beautiful legs to clamp Ding Ping tightly with all her might, while quickly twisting her slender waist, kissing him even more intensely, so that their tongues were almost tied together, tightly intertwined, and constantly swirling in her mouth.

Caught in a whirlpool of lust, Huang Dongqing desperately twisted her beautiful, snow-white buttocks, welcoming Ding Ping's relentless thrusts and cleansing. She moaned incessantly, her eyes tightly shut, her head shaking violently from side to side. Her paradise seemed to grow even narrower and deeper, the depths burning intensely, the overflowing fluids like a raging fountain. The waves of stimulation caused Ding Ping to thrust his penis even harder. Huang Dongqing gripped the sheets tightly, her mouth wide open, letting out an electric-like moan.

Suddenly, Huang Dongqing bit her lips tightly for a full minute, then with a powerful thrust of her hips, she cried out in a muffled voice, "I...I'm going to die...I'm finished..." Following Huang Dongqing's wishes, Ding Ping pressed his hips tightly against hers, his penis pressed firmly against her depths, remaining motionless.

After a few flailing of her hands and a trembling of her body, Huang Dongqing completely collapsed.

Chapter Sixty-Four: Lantern Festival Night (Part Two)

After a while, Huang Dongqing let out a soft cry, her teeth clenched, her brows furrowed, and two crystal tears welled up in her tightly closed, alluring eyes. These were tears of joy and satisfaction, the sweetest tears of a woman reaching the pinnacle of ecstasy in the union of man and woman.

At this moment, Ding Ping's gaze shifted to Su Wei beside him. He saw that her eyes were closed, her legs tightly pressed together, her arms crossed over her chest, pressing against her breasts, her chest heaving violently. Ding Ping knew that she had been aroused by his and Huang Dongqing's actions and could no longer control herself.

So, Ding Ping withdrew from Huang Dongqing's body and went to Su Wei's side. He placed his hand on Su Wei's body, and at that moment, he felt her body tremble. He knew that Su Wei had reached her limit and could no longer endure it, so he lovingly embraced her and whispered in her ear, "I will definitely give you the greatest pleasure!"

After saying that, Ding Ping began to undress Su Wei, his movements extremely gentle, as if Su Wei were a fragile porcelain doll. Every touch of Ding Ping's hand on Su Wei's body made her tremble. Finally, Su Wei was fully exposed before Ding Ping's eyes.

Su Wei's long, beautiful hair was spread out on the bed, her eyes were closed, and her snow-white shoulders drew two beautiful arcs under the light. Her red lips were slightly parted, a smile playing on her lips, and beneath her upturned eyelashes, a pair of captivating eyes were tightly closed. Those full and firm breasts had proudly and tremblingly risen, their hemispherical nipples perfectly full, the buds standing proudly on their rounded peaks, the pink areolas slightly raised, the buds turning crimson with passion.

Su Wei's flat abdomen had not an ounce of excess fat, and between her tender, plump thighs, a triangle covered in pubic hair gently nestled, the small mound in the middle high, a beautiful slit extending downwards faintly visible.

"So beautiful!" Ding Ping exclaimed, swallowing hard, finding himself trembling slightly, his lower body involuntarily swelling.

Ding Ping lay down, embracing Su Wei's youthful and supple body, pressing tightly against her. Their feet, thighs, buttocks, breasts, and faces melted together. Ding Ping caressed Su Wei's smooth and tender skin while kissing her red lips and sucking them forcefully. Sweet saliva flowed continuously through her delicate petals into Ding Ping's mouth. Su Wei's fragrant tongue was tightly entwined and intertwined with Ding Ping's nimble tongue, swirling endlessly in her mouth.

Ding Ping released Su Wei's lips and kissed her straight, jade-like neck, moving downwards to her snow-white, tender breasts. He then bit one of her delicate, tender, shy, and already erect nipples, his tongue rubbing, sucking, and frantically drawing it in. Ding Ping's other hand caressed Su Wei's other proud, trembling, delicate breast, kneading it and occasionally gently pinching and kneading the equally engorged, rosy nipple between two fingers.

This teasing caused the beautiful Su Wei to let out bursts of passionate moans and gasps, while her already wet lower body was now flowing with even more fluid.

At this moment, Ding Ping's hand moved to Su Wei's lower body, exploring between her legs. She was already very wet, the fluid flowing out soaking her inner thighs and buttocks, and running down the bed like a child wetting the bed, leaving a large wet patch. The entire surface of Ding Ping's hand that touched her was covered in a sticky, slippery liquid. Ding Ping's right hand caressed Su Wei's slightly raised mound, as if it were resting on an extremely soft sponge, the sensation was incredibly comfortable. Ding Ping felt Su Wei trembling slightly in his arms, her legs shaking uncontrollably, and her mouth groaning rapidly.

Overwhelmed by this surge of excitement, Su Wei could no longer control herself. Her tightly clenched lips, flailing hands, fingers desperately reaching for him, her buttocks twisting and rubbing incessantly, her legs and hips clenching and relaxing repeatedly, her rapid breathing and murmurs, her soaked vulva revealing her inner desire—a desire to merge with Ding Ping, a desire to reach the pinnacle of pleasure.

Ding Ping reached out and parted Su Wei's legs, pressing his penis against the entrance of her wet vulva. With a powerful thrust of his hips, a "swoosh" was heard as his penis fully entered Su Wei's body. Su Wei let out a long moan, a sense of relief and liberation welling up within her; her thirst had finally been satisfied.

At this moment, Ding Ping's penis penetrated deeply into the tight depths of Su Wei's vulva, its massive head pressing firmly against her delicate clitoris, kneading and squeezing relentlessly, pushing into the very depths of her flower, giving her immense pleasure.

Two bodies, engrossed in a passionate and unrestrained union, trembled wildly. In her extreme frenzy, Su Wei felt her flower bud tightly gripping a huge, round head. Under the impact of that hot, hard head, the inner walls of her paradise felt a tingling and contracting sensation. This pleasure quickly spread throughout Su Wei's entire body. She felt as if her body and heart were bathed in sweet dew, extremely comfortable and sweet. She couldn't help but let out another moan.

Ding Ping didn't stop, but instead increased the force of his thrusts, speeding up his waist movements. The frequency and amplitude of his penetration grew larger and larger. Su Wei tightly hugged Ding Ping's buttocks, welcoming his impact. Each time she pressed Ding Ping down towards her, his lower abdomen thrust forward, allowing his penis to penetrate deeper into her body. The tingling sensation made Su Wei forget the pain in her body, plunging her into a frenzy of pleasure. After a while, Su Wei's flat abdomen contracted tightly, her legs straightened and trembled, and her chest rose upwards. Ding Ping knew that Su Wei was about to reach the peak of pleasure, so he thrust even more recklessly into the depths of Su Wei's paradise! Suddenly

, Su Wei cried out "Ah..." and tightly hugged Ding Ping's buttocks with both arms, her whole body motionless. Her round buttocks no longer welcomed Ding Ping's thrusts. At the same time, Ding Ping felt as if his penis, inserted into Su Wei's body, was being tightly sucked by a small mouth. Ding Ping knew that he had sent Su Wei to the peak of pleasure.

Then Ding Ping felt himself break through his limits. A warm sensation rose in his lower abdomen, rushing straight towards his penis. This heat gushed out from the front of his penis, which was deep inside Su Wei, shooting towards the core of her body.

Su Wei's soul danced in the fireworks of ecstasy, her passion transforming into beautiful flowers. In the unconsciousness of the ecstasy, Su Wei's fingers dug deeply into Ding Ping's back. Although Ding Ping felt a little pain, he felt Su Wei's intoxication even more. Su Wei breathed heavily, the hot breath from her mouth and nose sweet and fragrant. Her proud, snow-white breasts trembled and rose with her breath, reflecting a snow-white glow. The two erect pink nipples on her breasts were slightly upturned, as if vying with her charming face for beauty.

Trembling, Ding Ping didn't let go of Su Wei's exhausted body. They held each other tightly, letting the aftershocks of pleasure linger in the air. After this sensual, stimulating, and intoxicating pleasure, Su Wei lay limp beneath Ding Ping like a blooming flower. Her alluring eyes were half-closed, and her silky, delicate white body was covered with a thin layer of fragrant sweat. Her rounded shoulders and smooth abdomen trembled slightly, and a faint, aphrodisiac scent emanated from her body.

"Are you tired?" Ding Ping asked Su Wei. Beads of sweat still clung to Su Wei's forehead and waist. Ding Ping gently stroked Su Wei's sweaty forehead with tenderness.

Su Wei blushed and didn't answer Ding Ping's question. She wrapped her alluring pink arms around Ding Ping's neck, opened her fragrant lips and kissed his, sucking on his tongue like a spring in the desert. Ding Ping immediately returned the kiss fiercely, both greedily savoring each other's sweet saliva, intoxicated by pleasure.

Chapter Sixty-Five: Lantern Festival Night (Part Three)

Because Huang Dongqing and Su Wei were extremely tired and then extremely happy during their encounter with Ding Ping, they quickly fell asleep in his arms afterward, their faces showing happy and satisfied smiles.

Ding Ping couldn't sleep. He thought about how Liu Xinhua was still upstairs on such a festive day, perhaps still waiting for him?

Thinking of this, Ding Ping pulled away from Huang Dongqing and Su Wei's embrace and went to Liu Xinhua's bedroom on the second floor. Inside, Liu Xinhua was indeed still awake.

Seeing Ding Ping enter, Liu Xinhua said, "I knew you'd come, so I've been waiting for you."

Ding Ping immediately slipped into her bed and said, "I knew Sister Liu was waiting for me, of course I came!"

"What about those two girls?" Liu Xinhua asked, embracing Ding Ping as he entered. "You've been at it for two or three hours, can they handle it?"

Ding Ping kissed Liu Xinhua's lips and said, "They're basically fine now, but they might feel a bit uncomfortable tomorrow. Sigh, I didn't want to go on like that for so long, but they're like madmen. If I didn't take them right there, how could I get away?"

"You're getting a good deal and then talking nonsense, ruining those women and then badmouthing them," Liu Xinhua said, responding to Ding Ping's passionate kiss, grabbing Ding Ping's penis with one hand. "However, your thing is definitely a foreign object. I looked it up online, and the normal length is 12-16cm, but yours is over 20cm, isn't it a bit perverted? But it certainly makes us more comfortable."

“I haven’t measured it carefully. Logically, the quality of sex life shouldn’t necessarily have anything to do with this, right?” Ding Ping said. His hand also moved to Liu Xinhua’s lower body, where it was already covered in mud.

“You’re not a woman, how would you know a woman’s feelings? A man’s size, hardness, and the quality of sex life are definitely related, just like the size of a woman’s breasts and the tightness of her vagina,” Liu Xinhua said. “Take you for example, your thing can bring us pleasure that other men can’t. When we have your thing inside us, we feel very fulfilled and happy. That’s why women love you.”

Saying this, Liu Xinhua pulled Ding Ping onto her body: “Come on, I’ve been waiting for a long time. Let’s not say any more. You can do whatever you want with me. The stronger and more powerful, the better.”

Ding Ping didn’t stand on ceremony. He grabbed his large penis and headed towards Liu Xinhua’s vagina. Liu Xinhua’s vagina was very moist and empty, and it had been waiting for Ding Ping’s penis to enter. Her legs were wide open, and the entrance was round and open. Ding Ping’s penis slowly moved in and out at the entrance of Liu Xinhua’s vagina. With Ding Ping’s slow movements, his penis slowly entered Liu Xinhua’s body.

At this moment, Ding Ping lifted Liu Xinhua's buttocks with both hands and thrust forward forcefully. His thick, already prepared penis immediately plunged into Liu Xinhua's overflowing honey hole.

"Ah!..." Liu Xinhua cried out softly, her expression revealing a thirst for more. She placed her smooth, alluring legs in Ding Ping's arms, swaying her hips gently, actively using her pelvis to bump against Ding Ping's penis, welcoming his thrusts.

Ding Ping's thrusts gradually increased in speed and intensity, ravaging the delicate paradise beneath him. He pulled his penis out until only the head remained at the entrance, then forcefully inserted it all the way in, withdrawing completely each time before plunging in with full force, giving her the greatest pressure, rhythmically matching the swaying of Liu Xinhua's plump buttocks, together performing a joyful symphony of sex.

As Ding Ping penetrated deeply, Liu Xinhua's hands rhythmically gripped his arms tightly, and she moaned loudly. Simultaneously, with each deep thrust, the base of his penis struck Liu Xinhua's perineum, repeatedly hitting her clitoris. Waves of electric-like tingling sensations shot from there to her brain, leaving Liu Xinhua breathless and moaning incessantly.

Ding Ping's engorged penis, covered with engorged veins, appeared even thicker, making Liu Xinhua's vagina, which she thought could accommodate Ding Ping's penis, seem somewhat narrow. The tender flesh inside her vagina tightly enveloped Ding Ping's hot penis, increasing the friction. Liu Xinhua's thick, red labia also tightly gripped Ding Ping's penis, moving with his thrusts, and her vaginal fluids continuously flowed down Ding Ping's penis.

The beautiful sounds of "Plop! Plop!" echoed continuously from the point where Liu Xinhua and Ding Ping's lower bodies were joined, rising and falling in a melodious rhythm.

Ding Ping pressed down on Liu Xinhua's soft body, her smooth lower body pressed tightly against his. Each time Ding Ping's penis entered Liu Xinhua's body, it pressed against the very core of her vagina. Their lower bodies were tightly joined together, without any gap.

Liu Xinhua's body was very voluptuous, making Ding Ping feel that her skin was like solidified cream, soft and elastic. Lying on her body was like being in the warm winter sun, warm and incredibly soft. The pubic hair between her legs was soft and lush, with a faint red glow seeping through the crevice. Her pink paradise seemed to open and close almost imperceptibly, and the honey-like fluid flowing from within moistened Ding Ping and Liu Xinhua's lower bodies.

As Ding Ping rode her body, his tongue entwined around one of Liu Xinhua's already firm and erect nipples. Liu Xinhua's areola swelled in Ding Ping's mouth, and the crimson nipple swelled into a small mound on a large hill! A look

of ecstasy appeared on Liu Xinhua's face. Her small mouth was slightly open, her breath sweet and fragrant. The long and short moans emanating from her mouth blended with the sounds of their bodies colliding, creating a beautiful symphony that was intoxicating.

Chapter Sixty-Six: Lantern Festival Night (Part Four)

Ding Ping lifted Liu Xinhua's legs, hoisted them onto his shoulders, and raised her plump buttocks several centimeters off the bed. From this angle, her vulva was more clearly displayed before Ding Ping, allowing him to penetrate more deeply.

Ding Ping placed his penis at Liu Xinhua's vulva, and with a slight thrust of his waist, it slid in smoothly until it reached the bottom. This thrust made Liu Xinhua gasp, but it also brought her greater stimulation and a stronger pleasure that spread from her lower body throughout her entire being. Liu Xinhua cried out, her legs clamping tightly around Ding Ping's neck, her lower abdomen thrusting upwards forcefully, her hands gripping Ding Ping's arms tightly.

After Liu Xinhua cooperated with Ding Ping's thrusts, her lower abdomen thrusting upwards a dozen times, her legs suddenly stiffened, clamping so tightly that Ding Ping's neck ached. Her hands also gripped Ding Ping's arms tightly, her buttocks pressing against Ding Ping's penis, motionless. Her lower body gushed out in gushes; she had reached the peak of pleasure.

A moment later, Liu Xinhua's tense body went limp, as if paralyzed, utterly powerless. Ding Ping withdrew his penis from her body and lay down beside her.

After a while, Liu Xinhua's hand rested on Ding Ping's penis, and she said, "You haven't come yet?"

Ding Ping replied, "I'm fine, I already had a good time down there."

Hearing this, Liu Xinhua sat up abruptly, saying, "Those two girls could make you come, I don't believe I can't."

She straddled Ding Ping, supporting her weight with her elbows and knees, kneeling on top of him, letting her full breasts hang before his eyes. Ding Ping opened his mouth and took Liu Xinhua's hardened nipple into his mouth, gently biting it with his teeth, while simultaneously kneading her breasts vigorously with both hands. Liu Xinhua seemed unable to withstand Ding Ping's violence, letting out a series of indistinct moans. She slowly brought her vulva closer to Ding Ping's erect penis. Ding Ping's penis felt as if it had slid past a soft patch of grass, touching a flooded swamp.

Liu Xinhua's body tentatively sought Ding Ping's penis, her small, wet vulva rubbing against the head of his penis repeatedly, the constantly flowing fluids making the tip of his penis drip wet. Finally, she found the perfect position. Liu Xinhua's body sank down, her soft vulva pressing tightly against Ding Ping's body, his penis completely submerged in her hot body. Her wet, warm labia gripped Ding Ping's penis tightly.

Ding Ping held Liu Xinhua's round, firm buttocks, his hands kneading her delicate skin vigorously. An almost frenzied feeling took over Ding Ping's mind; he only wanted to leave the mark of conquest on Liu Xinhua's beautiful body. Liu Xinhua's firm breasts were slightly deformed by Ding Ping's pressure, her body writhing violently back and forth, Ding Ping's penis and breasts simultaneously experiencing the pleasure produced by the two different frictions from her movements.

Ding Ping couldn't help but sigh comfortably. His fingers slowly slid down Liu Xinhua's buttocks, caressing her groin, which was wet with her bodily fluids. Liu Xinhua slowly straightened up, her two full thighs half-kneeling on the bed, and began to move up and down. Ding Ping's penis entered her body, sometimes shallow and sometimes deep, depending on her position.

Liu Xinhua's emotions grew more and more excited, and she kept emitting moans that would arouse anyone who heard them. Her up-and-down movements became faster and faster, and Ding Ping couldn't help but start to breathe heavily along with her intoxicating moans. Liu Xinhua's bedroom was filled with their concerto of lovemaking.

Ding Ping's penis was like his weapon, attacking the most tender and secret parts of Liu Xinhua's body, and her moans were like a clarion call urging Ding Ping to advance, making him thrust his lower abdomen upward quickly, matching her movements, and lifting her buttocks slightly with both hands. Liu Xinhua leaped across Ding Ping's body like a joyful female knight, pleasure rapidly spreading throughout his entire being from their point of union.

With each of her movements, her full breasts bounced like doves about to take flight, creating alluring waves. Liu Xinhua, eyes half-closed, supported herself on Ding Ping's sweaty chest, undulating freely on his body, constantly seeking new peaks of erotic pleasure. Beads of sweat glistened on her smooth, delicate skin.

Ding Ping, enjoying the pleasure Liu Xinhua's beautiful body brought him, increased the pressure on her hips, accelerating the friction between her tender flower and his thick penis. As the pleasure gradually numbed Ding Ping's senses, Liu Xinhua's moans struck his cerebral cortex directly. Her movements suddenly quickened, thrusting violently against Ding Ping several times.

Just as Ding Ping's penis was abnormally swollen, she suddenly slumped heavily onto him, allowing his penis to penetrate a space it had never entered before. His penis swelled to the point of seeming to burst, filling Liu Xinhua's tight vaginal opening completely. Each rise and fall of Liu Xinhua's body brought Ding Ping even stronger stimulation. Finally, under Liu Xinhua's thrusts, Ding Ping's semen gushed out, drenching Liu Xinhua's vulva.

Liu Xinhua's own fluids also gushed from her vaginal opening, making their joined bodies even wetter and tighter. Deep within Liu Xinhua's vaginal opening, there seemed to be a small fleshy opening, firmly gripping the protruding part of Ding Ping's penis, trembling rapidly there. Then, a gush of scalding liquid sprayed onto Ding Ping's penis, and Liu Xinhua reached another peak of pleasure. Then she collapsed softly, limp on Ding Ping's body.

Chapter Sixty-Seven: A Joyful Gathering (Part One)

A few minutes later, Liu Xinhua finally awoke from her blissful daze. She let out a long breath and said, "I'm so happy! Every time I'm with you, I feel like I'm ascending to heaven. How can I ever leave you?"

"Sister Liu, being with you is the most relaxing and joyful time of my life, especially since your body is so soft. Sleeping on you is like lying in a hot spring, warm all over, and I don't want to move at all," Ding Ping said.

"I'm forty-one years old. I had lost all hope for life, but you made me feel the joy of being human, the joy of being a woman. You've filled my life with sunshine again, and I feel like I've returned to my twenties," Liu Xinhua said, caressing Ding Ping's body. "We women are unfortunate; we've never experienced happiness and can only suppress ourselves, otherwise we'll be called promiscuous."

"Now it's different. I'll definitely make you change your past lives," Ding Ping said.

As they talked, they caressed each other's bodies, enjoying the afterglow of their passion, and slowly drifted off to sleep.

When Ding Ping woke up, it was already bright outside. He looked around and saw that Liu Xinhua was gone. He didn't know when she had gotten up. Ding Ping got dressed and went downstairs.

Liu Xinhua was busy in the kitchen. Ding Ping went in and hugged her from behind.

"You're up? Breakfast will be ready soon, go wash up first."

"Where are Huang Dongjing and Su Wei?"

"I got up a little while ago, and they got up too. I told them you went out, and they were a little embarrassed when they saw me. They left without even eating." Liu Xinhua said with a smile, "You really went too far with them last night. They walked very strangely, like young girls doing it for the first time. But they both looked happy and radiant."

"What about you, Sister Liu?" Ding Ping's hand reached into her clothes and grasped her breasts.

"Don't do anything reckless, or I won't be able to cook. I'm the same way. When I woke up this morning, it was red and a little sore. Think about it, even someone like me can't handle it, let alone young girls like Huang Dongjing and Su Wei. You should be more careful around them in the future."

"I know. If I can't get my fill with them, I'll come find my Sister Liu." Ding Ping said with a smile, his hand reaching into Liu Xinhua's pants and touching her clitoris.

With unwavering willpower, Liu Xinhua pulled Ding Ping's hand out of her pants. Ding Ping's fingers were already wet. "We really can't do it now. It's already nine o'clock. Wu Yuemei, Chen Xin, and Xia Xue are coming soon."

"What are they coming for? Isn't today our day off?" Ding Ping asked.

"What do you think they're coming for? Fifteen days have passed since the first day of the lunar new year. I didn't expect them to be able to wait this long." Liu Xinhua tapped Ding Ping's forehead and said, "They did have time in between, but it was during our busiest days, so I didn't let them come. You'd better be prepared today, or they might try to take advantage of you."

"Who am I afraid of?" Ding Ping still held Liu Xinhua's waist and whispered in her ear, "Why don't you try it first? Let's warm up?"

Liu Xinhua felt a little weak at the mention of this, but her lower body was still sore and hadn't fully recovered. She needed to rest for a while, otherwise, she would only be able to watch from the sidelines when they arrived. What would that feel like?

Thinking of this, Liu Xinhua pushed Ding Ping out of the kitchen: "You stay here quietly for now. You can do whatever you want when they come."

Not long after Ding Ping and Liu Xinhua finished eating, the three of them arrived. Xia Xue's voice was the first to come in.

As soon as she entered, she hugged Ding Ping: "What have you all been doing lately? My eldest sister kept saying she didn't have time, I was so worried!"

Ding Ping kissed her on the cheek, then released her and said to Wu Yuemei and Chen Xin: "Second sister, fourth sister, you're all here? How are you?"

"Not good!" Wu Yuemei's face tightened at first, then she chuckled and said, "Everything else is fine, it's just not good not to see you!"

Chen Xin also stepped forward, took Ding Ping's hand, and said, "Let me see, what changes have you undergone? You've become more robust, it seems my eldest sister has taken good care of you."

"Everyone, please sit down first, are you worried about not having time to see Ding Ping later?" Liu Xinhua said.

Her words, however, aroused their desire. Thinking about what they were about to do with Ding Ping, their faces flushed instantly.

"Why are you all acting like unmarried girls? Your faces are all red, are you afraid of looking silly?" Liu Xinhua teased. "Won't your whole bodies be red after you take off your clothes?"

The girls protested, getting up and lunging at Liu Xinhua, reaching out to undress her. "We'll take your clothes off first," they said.

It's unclear who was undressing whom, but soon all four of them were naked. Since Liu Xinhua knew they were coming, she had turned the temperature in all the rooms up to 28 degrees Celsius, so they didn't feel cold even without clothes.

After they finished undressing, they saw Ding Ping still sitting there in his shirt and pounced on him. "Ding Ping, aren't you going to take off your clothes? Are you trying to take advantage of us?"

Under their clutches, how could Ding Ping still have two pieces of clothing on? In an instant, all five of them were in their raw, unprotected state.

And the four of them shared another characteristic: their genitals were completely wet, the fluid having soaked the area where their thighs and lower abdomens met, glistening in the sunlight and reflecting an alluring glow.

After Ding Ping spoke, the four women looked at each other and surrounded him. Xia Xue said, "You're still laughing at us? Isn't all this your fault? Now we want compensation."

Led by Liu Xinhua, the four of them dragged Ding Ping into the bedroom on the first floor, pushed him onto the edge of the bed, and Liu Xinhua gave Ding Ping a wicked grin, as if to say: See? I told you they could eat you alive!

Chapter Sixty-Eight: A Joyful Gathering (Part Two)

Arriving at the bedside, the other three, besides Liu Xinhua, crowded around Ding Ping, six hands caressing his body. Three of these hands were on his genitals, stroking his hot, hard, and erect member while saying, "This thing grows very fast; it seems much bigger and thicker than when we were together last time."

Wu Yuemei turned to Liu Xinhua, who was standing to the side, and said, "Big sister, don't you think so? Have you been feeding him every day lately? Fattening him up?" Even the usually quiet Wu Yuemei became wanton once she was on the bed.

"Are you planning to feed him now? Using that as an excuse?" Liu Xinhua retorted.

"But you won't get to go first today. We'll finish 'eating' before it's your turn," said the youngest, Xia Xue.

"Big sister wasn't planning on competing with us today, otherwise why would she be standing at the back?" Chen Xin, who wasn't usually talkative, joined in the banter.

Liu Xinhua sat down by the bed and said leisurely, "If something hadn't come up, I would have let you guys come much earlier. Do you think I could compete with you now? But don't rush, Ding Ping is a formidable fighter. If the three of you can make him surrender in one round, then you'll be considered capable."

Xia Xue retorted, "You said it yourself, eldest sister. If we want to play with men, can't one person handle two or three at a time? Even if Ding Ping is a superman, the three of us against him shouldn't be able to take him down!"

Liu Xinhua didn't refute her, but simply smiled at them.

Wu Yuemei recalled the last time the five of them attacked together; Ding Ping seemed to only ejaculate at the very end, and he seemed to know some kind of internal energy cultivation technique. Perhaps he really was different from ordinary people.

He said, "Don't argue, everyone. It was the eldest sister who discovered Ding Ping, so she has the most right to speak."

Ding Ping was enjoying himself. The three women's hands on his body felt really good. The four women, including Liu Xinhua, were all considered alluring, even top-tier women, just not as naturally seductive as Yu Xiaoling and Li Xuemei.

At the same time, Ding Ping's hands were not idle. His hands kept circling over the three women's bodies, focusing on their clitoris, making their already moist clitoris even more wet. After about ten minutes, Wu Yuemei couldn't hold back any longer. She sat up between Ding Ping's legs, opened her peach blossom cave, and swallowed Ding Ping's thick male root completely. Her eyes were closed, and a look of intoxication appeared on her face. She let out a long sigh of extreme comfort.

Her actions were highly contagious, causing Chen Xin and Xia Xue to feel the same way. A sweet nectar welled up from their lower parts, and each of them placed one hand on the point where Wu Yuemei and Ding Ping's bodies met, while the other hand caressed Ding Ping's chest.

As Wu Yuemei moved up and down on Ding Ping, Chen Xin came behind Wu Yuemei, sat on Ding Ping's lap, and reached her hands from under her armpits to her front, grasping her round breasts and kneading them. At the same time, her own breasts pressed tightly against her back and buttocks, rubbing vigorously.

Xia Xue then slid her fragrant tongue over Ding Ping's body, from his lips, cheeks, neck, chest to his lower abdomen, kissing him down to Wu Yuemei's body, taking her nipple into her mouth and biting it, giving Wu Yuemei another kind of stimulation. Finally, Xia Xue sat on Ding Ping, her back to him, chest to chest with Wu Yuemei, their four high, jade-like breasts pressed together.

Ding Ping's hands roamed erratically over the three of them, his hands, like his penis, seemed to carry an electric current, sending a tingling sensation through each of them. This tingling sensation gathered from all parts of their bodies, finally concentrating in their brains, causing them to involuntarily emit seductive and alluring moans.

At first, Liu Xinhua remained calm, but as their actions deepened, the scene became more passionate, and the atmosphere more sensual, her fiery heart was gradually ignited. When the three of them sat on Ding Ping, embracing each other and moving up and down, moaning loudly, she couldn't resist joining them, stuffing her full, round breasts into Ding Ping's mouth. With Ding Ping's sucking and biting, her burning desire was greatly relieved.

At this moment, Wu Yuemei reached her climax. She was violently tossed about like a category 12 typhoon at sea, each rise and fall pushing her to the deepest point, allowing Ding Ping's penis to reach her very core. With a sharp scream, she collapsed.

Xia Xue immediately helped her down. At this moment, Ding Ping's lower abdomen, thighs, and genitals were overflowing with wetness, as if after a heavy rain. Chen Xin straddled Ding Ping, sitting on his lower abdomen like Wu Yuemei, and took his penis into her mouth.

Since Chen Xin had reached the midpoint, all that was needed was the right amount of heat. After inserting Ding Ping's penis into her flower path, she thrust wildly inside. Several times, due to the excessive amplitude of her movements, she spat out Ding Ping's penis, but without needing to search for it, she would swallow it back in with a "whoosh." This up-and-down motion made Ding Ping anxious, fearing that she would break his penis.

Stimulated by this, Ding Ping's lower body also thrust upwards, unconsciously increasing the speed of his thrusts. Chen Xin had already begun to slightly twist her slender waist and cried out in ecstasy.

Ding Ping held Chen Xin's waist firmly with both hands, forcefully thrusting up and down, making his penis thrust rapidly in and out of Chen Xin's flower path, striving to hit the very core of Chen Xin's vagina with each stroke, giving her a frenzied pleasure.

The fluid flowing from Chen Xin's Peach Blossom Cave increased, soaking the area between her parted legs and Ding Ping's lower abdomen with the fluids drawn from her opening as his penis thrust in and out. The fluids made a "splashing" sound with each of Chen Xin's movements.

Chen Xin's cheeks and body gradually flushed a rosy pink. Her lips parted, and she breathed heavily, moaning faster and faster.

Then, the muscles in Chen Xin's thighs trembled violently in waves, her entire body trembling rhythmically with the spasms deep within her legs.

Her wet, warm vulva and soft vaginal canal spasmed repeatedly, gripping Ding Ping's thick, hot penis between her legs. After six or seven violent spasms, her vaginal canal gushed out streams of vaginal fluid, and then her taut upper body collapsed, limp against Ding Ping's body.

Chapter Sixty-Nine: A Joyful Gathering (Part Three)

Xia Xue got up and dragged Chen Xin off Ding Ping. As Chen Xin's vagina released Ding Ping's penis, there was a "pop" sound, followed by a gush of water flowing down as Ding Ping's penis was pulled out of her body, wetting a large area of Ding Ping's lower abdomen, with a lot of it flowing onto the sheets beneath him.

"How can you be so horny?" Xia Xue exclaimed. But Chen Xin had already fainted and couldn't hear what she was saying.

"Don't just talk about her, isn't yours the same? Before anyone even entered you, you were already soaked." Liu Xinhua was still caressing Ding Ping, and after hearing Xia Xue's words about Chen Xin, he felt indignant.

"I'm not talking to you anymore." Xia Xue put Chen Xin down to let her rest, then straddled Ding Ping and began to move as before.

"You guys are really one after another, one falls and another comes." Liu Xinhua said with a smile.

"I...don't...have time...to talk to you now." Xia Xue said intermittently as she moved up and down on Ding Ping.

At this moment, Xia Xue leaned forward, her hands supporting her on either side of Ding Ping's waist, her legs kneeling on the bed. This made her lower body move up and down more flexibly and faster. Ding Ping's hands caressed her breasts, which bounced with her movements, squeezing them forcefully to give her a greater sense of power.

Liu Xinhua also came to help Xia Xue. She knelt behind Xia Xue, her hands grasping Xia Xue's buttocks to increase her strength. When Xia Xue rose, Liu Xinhua gave her upward force, making her rise faster; when Xia Xue sat down, Liu Xinhua applied downward pressure, making her sit down with greater force and receiving a greater impact from Ding Ping's penis.

Ding Ping was still caressing Xia Xue's full breasts, easily enjoying the sensation of her rising and falling on him, and the pleasure brought by the friction between her flower path and his penis. Under the attack of Ding Ping and Liu Xinhua from the front and back, and with her own hard thrusting, Xia Xue's pleasure came faster and more intensely. Ding Ping would occasionally thrust his lower abdomen, letting his penis hit the deepest part of Xia Xue's flower path again and again, making her unable to help but let out joyful moans.

Ding Ping released Xia Xue's breasts and tightly embraced her plump buttocks. Xia Xue's weight rested entirely on Ding Ping's hands and legs. Each time Ding Ping pulled Xia Xue towards him, his lower abdomen thrust forward, allowing his penis to penetrate deeper into Xia Xue's body. As Xia Xue's lower back lifted and she sat down, he pulled out his penis and then forcefully swallowed it again. Xia Xue swallowed and pulled out like this...

Finally, amidst Xia Xue's wild cries, her lower mouth no longer swallowed Ding Ping's penis but instead swallowed it all the way to the deepest part. Her flower path trembled there, tightening with each thrust. Xia Xue's inner thighs tightly clamped Ding Ping's penis, her arms hanging down at Ding Ping's sides, her cheeks pressed against his chest, panting heavily, her eyes closed, her body limp, letting herself lie completely in Ding Ping's arms.

After a while, Xia Xue slowly raised her head and said softly, "I never expected you to be so amazing. You took down all three of us and brought each of us to our peak. I feel so good now, like I'm floating in the air. You must be my nemesis from a past life!"

Liu Xinhua, lying next to Ding Ping, said to Xia Xue, "How about it? Do you believe me now? Do you guys still have any strength? Ding Ping's thing is still standing there, isn't it?"

Xia Xue looked at Wu Yuemei and Chen Xin, who had just woken up, and saw that they were both shaking their heads weakly. She herself was also completely weak, so she said, "Big sister, Ding Ping is in your hands now."

After saying that, she rolled off Ding Ping. She didn't even have the strength to get up.

Like the other three, Liu Xinhua straddled Ding Ping and said, "Ding Ping, don't move, just lie there. I'll definitely complete the task they didn't finish and make you feel good."

After saying that, Liu Xinhua began to manipulate Ding Ping. The three lying on the ground exclaimed, "I thought you had some new method! Isn't this just the method we've used before? Can you even do it?"

"It's not time yet, so don't say anything more," Liu Xinhua said to the three of them. "Just watch carefully."

As he spoke, Liu Xinhua's movements didn't stop; he moved rapidly up and down, making Ding Ping's penis pump like a piston, while he moaned loudly. After four or five minutes, Liu Xinhua reached his climax. He lay motionless on Ding Ping's body.

Xia Xue saw this and said, "So this is your method? Only now you've finished yourself, aren't you just like us?"

Liu Xinhua remained silent. After resting for a while, she knelt on the bed, grasping Ding Ping's penis with one hand and gently caressing his scrotum with the other. Her gentle face and beautiful body created a striking contrast for Ding Ping, like a mixture of angel and devil before him.

Ding Ping inhaled the faint fragrance of her body in the air, watching the beautiful Liu Xinhua perform the intimate caresses reserved for lovers. An excitement intensified the desire within him. Ding Ping's penis grew larger and thicker, eventually becoming too large for Liu Xinhua's hand to contain. With each stroke, a portion of his penis would break through her little finger, its head peeking out and eagerly throbbing between her fingers.

Seeing the burning desire in Ding Ping's eyes, Liu Xinhua slightly stretched her knees, leaned down, and, to Ding Ping's anticipation, pressed her full, white breasts against his scrotum, grasping the base of his penis with one hand and deeply taking it into her mouth.

Ding Ping's penis was sucked to the very end of her mouth, and that familiar pleasure surged through his entire body once more. Her warm, narrow mouth tightly enveloped the part of Ding Ping's penis that had protruded into her lips. Liu Xinhua

's smooth, agile tongue made intimate contact with the large penis inside her mouth, gently licking every vein and protrusion. As Ding Ping was immersed in this intoxicating pleasure, Liu Xinhua slowly moved her head, gently releasing Ding Ping's penis, leaving only the head still in her mouth. She then intimately licked and teased the upper surface with her warm, slippery tongue, before deeply taking Ding Ping's penis back in, repeating the motion. Ding Ping's penis, inside her mouth, felt her gentle, lingering caresses, waves of pleasure assaulting every sensory nerve in Ding Ping's brain.

Because he was lying on his back, Ding Ping couldn't move. He could only tightly entwine his legs around her shoulders and cup her head in his hands. His body trembled with each of her gentle, yet intense, stimulations. Liu Xinhua's hand, which was holding Ding Ping's penis, slowly moved down so that more of it could enter her warm, moist mouth.

Under her gentle stimulation, Ding Ping couldn't help but breathe rapidly, occasionally letting out low moans. Liu Xinhua sensitively observed Ding Ping's reactions and gradually increased the speed of her head movements. Her hair, which had been gathered at the back of her head, fell loose again, evenly cascading over Ding Ping's abdomen. With each head movement, it gently slid against Ding Ping's lower abdomen, this stimulation, mixed with the pleasure of Ding Ping's penis, creating a strange sensation that immediately brought Ding Ping to the brink of collapse.

Liu Xinhua felt the unusual pulsation of Ding Ping's penis and the head of it throbbing in her mouth. Knowing that Ding Ping was about to reach the peak of pleasure, she changed her technique and swallowed Ding Ping's penis with all her might, making Ding Ping feel the pleasure of being thrust into her body. She let Ding Ping's penis penetrate her throat again and again, swallowing almost the entire penis into her warm and narrow mouth.

As Ding Ping's spasms intensified, nearing their climax, Liu Xinhua quickly withdrew Ding Ping's penis, only tightly holding the head of it in her mouth. Her delicate white hands gripped Ding Ping's erect, wet penis, rapidly stroking it. In just a dozen seconds, Ding Ping's mind went blank, and a large amount of semen gushed out with intense pleasure. Liu Xinhua, like a fox spirit sucking male essence, continued to stroke Ding Ping's penis, allowing him to release all his semen to its fullest extent. These actions brought Ding Ping extreme ecstasy at this moment. Ding Ping's lower abdomen convulsed as he ejaculated wantonly into her mouth and throat.

At this moment, Wu Yuemei, Chen Xin, and Xia Xue had all recovered their spirits. Seeing Liu Xinhua's actions, they pounced on her together: "So that's what you were planning, wanting to devour Ding Ping's essence all by yourself."

The four of them, like madwomen, entangled together, their four white female bodies rolling on the bed, their buttocks and breasts shimmering, their white arms and full legs pressing and intertwining, forming a white ocean on the bed. Occasionally, a touch of black appeared amidst their snow-white bodies, forming an extremely beautiful embellishment.

White, black, red, all kinds of colors swayed on the bed, creating a beautiful picture, which aroused Ding Ping's masculinity. He opened his arms and joined in. 03-15
Chapter Seventy Zhang Shiyu's Happiness (Part One)

Ding Ping and the four sisters, Liu Xinhua, started playing wildly at Liu Xinhua's house a little after nine o'clock on the morning of the sixteenth day of the first lunar month. All five of them were exhausted, and Ding Ping and Liu Xinhua almost missed the start of school the next day.

In recognition of Ding Ping and Liu Xinhua's outstanding contributions to cyber warfare, the State Council awarded them a Special Contribution Award, conferred upon Liu Xinhua the title of Academician of the Chinese Academy of Sciences, and granted Ding Ping a doctoral degree and postdoctoral title.

This decision was announced by the university on the morning of the first day of school, and the university was responsible for issuing the certificates. This caused a stir throughout the university, as hacking incidents are top-secret national secrets and cannot be disclosed to the public, and Ding Ping's inventions are even more closely guarded secrets. No one, including the university president, knew the details of how Liu Xinhua and Ding Ping received such honors. This sparked much speculation, but Liu Xinhua and Ding Ping ignored it and continued calmly with their work.

Zhang Shiyu arrived at the school and, after completing all the registration procedures, immediately approached Ding Ping. In a quiet corner of the school, she grabbed him and gave him a long kiss on the face, leaving him breathless. Then she released him, saying, "This is your punishment for not seeing me for the past twenty-odd days."

Ding Ping hugged Zhang Shiyu, saying, "Your punishment is over. Now it's my turn."

He then began kissing her from her lips down to her ears, her exposed neck, and her chin, while his hands slipped inside her clothes, climbing up to her firm, full breasts. Zhang Shiyu couldn't withstand Ding Ping's teasing. When his hands reached her chest, she felt a tingling sensation quickly spread throughout her body. She let out a soft moan, her face flushed, and her body went limp. If she hadn't been holding onto Ding Ping, she would have collapsed to the ground.

Ding Ping hadn't expected Zhang Shiyu's body to become so sensitive after more than twenty days apart. After moving his hands around her chest for a while, he dared not put them between her legs again, afraid that she might not be able to bear it and make a sound, which would alert school staff passing by.

Ding Ping withdrew his hands from Zhang Shiyu's body and his lips from hers, saying, "How about we go to Sister Yan's house tonight?"

After a while, Zhang Shiyu calmed down and began to stand up straight, saying, "I miss Sister Yan too. I wonder if going tonight will bother her?"

"It's alright. Sister Yan is a pillar of Northern TV Station now, she's very busy. She might not even be home when we go today. Even if she is, it won't bother her. You know I have a room at her place," Ding Ping said.

“Okay, come wake me up after dinner,” Zhang Shiyu said. “There’s a rumor at school that you’ve passed your doctoral exams, received your doctoral degree, and been awarded a postdoctoral position. Is that true?”

“It’s true. It was announced at eight this morning. My advisor, Liu Xinhua, was also awarded the title of Academician of the Chinese Academy of Sciences,” Ding Ping didn’t hide anything from her.

“I also heard that you’re a student in the Junior Specialized Program, and you’ve only been studying here for half a year. How is that possible?” Zhang Shiyu said.

“What else have you heard?” Ding Ping asked. He knew he had indeed been a bit too outspoken, which meant he had no secrets and many rumors would circulate.

“I haven’t heard anything else, just that your relationship with your advisor, Liu Xinhua, is unusual, and that you or Liu Xinhua might have some kind of background.”

“Sigh, that’s how it is in China. As soon as someone does something unusual, they think it’s abnormal and start making wild guesses. My relationship with Professor Liu is unusual; she went against the grain and made an exception to admit me as her doctoral student. But what kind of background could she possibly have?” Ding Ping sighed.

“That’s because you’re too legendary. You accomplished in just half a year what others would take at least eight or ten years to do. How could that not arouse suspicion?” Zhang Shiyu said. “Now it seems there are some things you haven’t told me. You’re younger than me, right? How old are you now?”

“I’m fourteen years old now, so I’m younger than you. Is that a problem?” Ding Ping asked, somewhat puzzled.

“How can there be no problem? I’m three years older than you, how can we be together?” Zhang Shiyu almost cried as she said this.

“Is that all? I don’t see it as a problem at all. What’s wrong with you being three years older than me? Why can’t we be together?” Ding Ping said, “Have you found other friends?”

Ding Ping used this as a tactic of feigned weakness, knowing that he couldn’t persuade Zhang Shiyu directly due to traditional Chinese values, so he had to find another way.

“How could I have other friends? Don’t you know my heart?” Zhang Shiyu felt wronged by Ding Ping’s accusations.

“If you don’t have new friends, why would you come up with such flimsy reasons to break up with me?”

“Who said I wanted to break up with you?”

“Then why did you say how we can be together? Isn’t that breaking up with me?”

“You’re just taking things out of context. I was talking about the age difference, that’s why I said those things.” Zhang Shiyu became agitated.

“I told you you’d make up excuses, right? What’s wrong with age? It’s just three years older, isn’t it? Haven’t you heard the old saying, ‘A woman three years older brings good fortune,’ which is considered auspicious? But you’ve used it as an excuse to break up with me,” Ding Ping continued.

“You really don’t care?” Zhang Shiyu asked cautiously after hearing Ding Ping’s words.

“I’m asking if you don’t want to be with me anymore. What do I care? Otherwise, I wouldn’t have gotten together with you in the first place,” Ding Ping said, feigning anger.

“I really love you, but I’m worried about being a few years older than you, so I feel a bit hesitant.”

“I love you very much too. You have no idea how scared I was by what you just said. If you left me, I really wouldn’t know what to do.”

Before Ding Ping could finish speaking, Zhang Shiyu kissed him passionately, and Ding Ping returned the kiss fervently.

“We both have things to do now. Let’s go out together tonight and relax a bit to ease the pain of missing each other for over twenty days,” Ding Ping said after releasing Zhang Shiyu’s lips.

Zhang Shiyu didn’t object, but just nodded shyly, and then they went back to their respective classrooms together.

At 6 PM, Ding Ping asked Liu Xinhua for leave, then met up with Zhang Shiyu and headed to Yu Yan's house. Zhang Shiyu, perhaps anticipating what would happen that evening, was a little nervous and didn't say a word in the taxi. Ding Ping didn't disturb her and they arrived at Yu Yan's house.

Yu Yan wasn't home. Ding Ping turned on the air conditioners in the living room and bedrooms, setting the temperature to 28 degrees Celsius. Then he called Yu Yan's cell phone to tell her that he and Zhang Shiyu had come to see her. Yu Yan told him on the phone that she was on a business trip and wouldn't be back for several days, telling them to have fun on their own and that she would contact them when she returned so they could come over.

While Ding Ping was contacting Yu Yan, Zhang Shiyu sat silently to the side. Ding Ping hung up the phone and looked at Zhang Shiyu: "What medicine did you take today, Miss Zhang? Why aren't you saying a word?"

"Since Sister Yan isn't home, shall we go back?" Zhang Shiyu said, trying to make conversation, but as soon as the words left her mouth, she regretted it. What if Ding Ping agreed to her suggestion? She…

But Ding Ping didn't give her a chance to regret it. He pulled her into his arms and made her sit on his lap, saying, "We finally got out of here and found a quiet place to stay. How can we give it up so easily?"

"Whatever you say," Zhang Shiyu said.

Ding Ping's lips came to Zhang Shiyu's face, gently kissing her. Soon, her uncontrollable panting made her lips open, and her warm, fragrant breath immediately enveloped Ding Ping's tongue. Ding Ping's tongue, wrapped in her saliva, slipped under her tongue. A pure, soft, warm, and fragrant taste made Ding Ping greedily turn upwards, beginning to recklessly invade every corner of her mouth. Ding Ping's mouth and tongue were completely enveloped in the warm, moist, and sticky sensation.

Ding Ping's mouth captured Zhang Shiyu's soft, delicate tongue, gently biting it with his teeth and rubbing it affectionately. He then suddenly sucked nearly two-thirds of her tongue into his mouth, holding it tightly with his teeth. Ding Ping's tongue and Zhang Shiyu's tongue clung closely together, swirling in each other's mouths amidst her rapid moans. Zhang Shiyu completely abandoned her shyness, actively embracing Ding Ping's neck and offering her soft, moist petals. Her smooth tongue occasionally slipped into Ding Ping's mouth, entwining nimbly with his, chasing and playing in each other's mouths.

At this moment, Ding Ping's hand slipped inside Zhang Shiyu's clothes, caressing her firm, full breasts. Although there was a thin layer of fabric between them, Ding Ping could clearly feel the plump, delicate flesh encased within, feeling its roundness, firmness, and elasticity. His hand gently caressed it.

The surge of pleasure quickly built up to a qualitative change, causing Ding Ping to gradually increase the intensity of his kneading. His gentle caresses transformed into a firm grasp of her breasts, starting from the nipples and moving upwards, kneading them wantonly in his hands. Her small bra could no longer restrain her throbbing body. As the kneading continued to slide along her breasts, Ding Ping's fingers seized the opportunity, hooking the lower edge of her breasts through her outer garment and lifting them upwards.

Ding Ping's fingers swiftly reached for the now-unrestrained peaks. He was astonished to find that the tips of these firm, erect breasts were surprisingly soft and smooth, almost melting. Ding Ping's fingers quickly searched for the erect nipples, soon identifying his target. He gently pinched the nipples with his index finger and thumb, giving Zhang Shiyu a wave of pleasure that caused her to involuntarily moan softly.

Ding Ping's hand followed Zhang Shiyu's abdomen, moved to her waist, and slipped inside her pants. Zhang Shiyu struggled slightly, but under Ding Ping's firm and powerful touch, she finally stopped moving, only breathing rapidly. Ding Ping's hand directly caressed her lower abdomen, feeling the contours of her mound on her waistband, then moved to her inner thigh. Her skin was slightly damp and warm, and the thin, soft panties covered Ding Ping's palm, rubbing against his nerves.

Chapter 71 Zhang Shiyu's Happiness (Part Two)

Ding Ping's hand, while caressing her, subtly adjusted the angle and gently spread Zhang Shiyu's legs apart, so that she straddled Ding Ping's thighs. It was an incredibly sexy position, and Zhang Shiyu felt incredibly comfortable under Ding Ping's caresses. Then Ding Ping's hand slipped inside Zhang Shiyu's panties and moved down between her legs.

Instinctively, Zhang Shiyu's legs quickly closed, her full thighs clamping tightly around Ding Ping's fingers.

She moaned frantically, but under the pressure of her legs, Ding Ping's fingers gently but firmly parted her soft skin, slipping into the crevice between her thighs.

Zhang Shiyu lowered her upper body, her hands gripping Ding Ping's arms tightly. Ding Ping whispered in her ear, "Don't be nervous, I'll make you feel good."

As he spoke, Ding Ping's hand, already between Zhang Shiyu's legs, continued to probe into her tightly clenched skin. She relaxed under Ding Ping's caresses, allowing his fingers to sink into the moist embrace of her lower body, continuing to penetrate, pressing completely into the slippery, tender cleft between her legs. Her area was unusually soft and delicate; Ding Ping's fingers were quickly soaked with the fluid, instinctively stroking along the concave crevice.

Ding Ping used his index and ring fingers to separate the petals pressing against the sides of the groove along the faintly discernible indentation. He pressed the pad of his middle finger into the lubricated petals, which were almost immersing him in the layered and soft structure. Ding Ping could clearly feel that each time he pressed in and then lifted it, the small fleshy petals clinging to his fingertip would gently break free.

Ding Ping's fingers, already covered in a sticky liquid, squeezed together, causing Zhang Shiyu's soft, slightly parted labia to be haphazardly squeezed together. Under Ding Ping's kneading, they rolled up awkwardly. The liquid quickly covered her lower body. Ding Ping's fingers mischievously smeared the sticky liquid on the inside of Zhang Shiyu's plump inner thighs, lower abdomen, navel, and even the warm, moist folds connecting to her buttocks. Her panties were also being pulled down by Ding Ping's fingers, eventually being pulled down to her thighs.

At this point, Zhang Shiyu had completely lost consciousness, only slightly opening her mouth, constantly panting and moaning. Ding Ping withdrew his hand and went to Zhang Shiyu's chest, slowly unbuttoning her clothes. Soon, her beautiful, smooth, white, and delicate upper body was fully displayed before Ding Ping, like a legendary goddess, so beautiful that Ding Ping was intoxicated.

Ding Ping had Zhang Shiyu turn around so she could straddle his lap facing him. He cupped her face in his hands and once again suckled at her full, moist petals. Zhang Shiyu's body seemed to offer no resistance, her soft body leaning against Ding Ping's embrace, submissively allowing him to invade her mouth again.

Slowly, Ding Ping moved down Zhang Shiyu's bare neck and shoulders, to her slender, delicate breasts, gently kissing and caressing them. He then moved to her round, firm, and elastic breasts, sucking and biting at the red nipples, causing them to slowly swell and stand erect in his mouth.

Ding Ping's fingers slid down, unbuckling the belt buckle around Zhang Shiyu's waist, pulling out the section of belt she had tucked into the buckle and yanking it open. Her trousers immediately loosened, and Ding Ping's hand slipped inside. He pulled Zhang Shiyu's pants down to her ankles, his hand resting on the slightly raised mound of her lower abdomen, slowly savoring its firmness and the soft, rustling friction of the pubic hair. Ding Ping's fingers continued downwards, pressing against her tender, delicate clitoris, rubbing up and down, constantly stimulating her sensitive spot.

Soon, the previously moist area became warm and moist. Zhang Shiyu's rapid breathing became heavy, and she let out seductive moans. She rested her head on Ding Ping's shoulder, her eyes closed, her face tilted to one side, exhaling her uniquely fragrant breath, which gently brushed against Ding Ping's neck. Her hand unconsciously caressed behind Ding Ping's ear. Ding Ping picked her up and carried her to the bedroom.

Ding Ping placed Zhang Shiyu on the bed, quickly took off his clothes, and lay down next to her. He pressed his feet against her ankles and pushed her legs apart, completely separating them. Ding Ping's hands greedily caressed the base of her thighs, her plump, breathtaking skin—the most alluring part of her body, smooth, soft, and fleshy. Ding Ping's fingers penetrated the juncture of her legs, clearly feeling the rounded bulge and delicate folds where her thighs met her buttocks.

Ding Ping took Zhang Shiyu's hand and placed it between his legs. Completely unprepared for any contact with a man's genitals, she gasped softly, her hand instinctively trying to pull back, but Ding Ping held it firmly in place. This was the first time Zhang Shiyu had touched Ding Ping's genitals since they met.

"Come on, just touch it." Ding Ping gently embraced Zhang Shiyu's waist and lightly kissed her cheek. Her face was burning hot, and finally, her fingers clumsily began to caress Ding Ping's manhood, causing his penis to become uncontrollably erect, throbbing and pulsating under her touch. Zhang Shiyu's hand was somewhat hot, covering the hard erection, and the exposed penis immediately rubbed against her warm, wet palm. When Zhang Shiyu's

hand explored and grasped Ding Ping's hot, erect penis, Ding Ping couldn't describe the feeling he had at that moment. It seemed as if his soul had been gripped by her; her slender fingers and soft palm, carrying warmth and moisture, surrounded his desire-filled penis, ready to penetrate a woman's body. Instantly, pleasure surged to Ding Ping's temples. The sensitive sensation at the head of his penis made him almost feel the lines of her fingerprints. Helpless, he succumbed to the overwhelming pleasure that enveloped his entire body. His penis was gently caressed in Zhang Shiyu's hands...

Ding Ping straddled Zhang Shiyu, spreading her thighs. Her vulva was already soaked in sticky fluid, incredibly soft and wet. Ding Ping placed his penis at the entrance of Zhang Shiyu's peach blossom, gently pushing it in, slowly sinking deep inside, surrounded by her two petals. He could feel the shallow but elastic groove at the point of contact, tight and warm.

Ding Ping didn't dare use too much force, only pressing his penis against Zhang Shiyu's vulva, gently rubbing it. Her two full breasts were pressed against Ding Ping's chest, grinding against him, bringing intense pleasure. The continuous stimulation made Zhang Shiyu's soft petals firm, spreading outwards, sucking at Ding Ping's penis, which was now completely covered in sticky fluid. Ding Ping

thrust his penis gently but powerfully, feeling himself breaking through a barrier. With a cry from Zhang Shiyu, he entered her flower path. Zhang Shiyu endured the initial pain, her brows furrowed, her hands gripping the sheets tightly. Ding Ping left his penis there, motionless, letting Zhang Shiyu's pain subside and lessen.

Ding Ping's penis felt Zhang Shiyu's tightness; her flower path tightly enveloped his burning desire. Yet, Ding Ping dared not move, remaining inside her. After a while, seeing him still motionless, she knew he was afraid of causing her pain, but this was a hurdle she had to overcome, so she said, "Go ahead, I'm fine."

"It'll be alright in a bit," Ding Ping whispered in Zhang Shiyu's ear, then slowly and gently thrust in and out. At first, Zhang Shiyu frowned; with each thrust, her eyelids twitched. Three minutes later, her brow relaxed, and the sounds of pain turned into moans. Ding Ping's penis brought her both pain and pleasure; she had finally reached the blissful stage.

As Zhang Shiyu moaned with pleasure, Ding Ping's thrusts gradually increased in amplitude and frequency. Zhang Shiyu was fully aroused, her tender flower path gushing forth fluids, moistening the point where she and Ding Ping were joined. Much of her fluffy pubic hair was already soaked, clinging together in small clumps, brushing against Ding Ping's smooth lower abdomen, bringing Zhang Shiyu intense pleasure.

"Uh...uh...uh..." Zhang Shiyu's eyes were tightly closed, her mouth uttering incoherent sounds, her arms tightly embracing Ding Ping. Ding Ping's strong chest pressed against Zhang Shiyu's round, firm, and high breasts, his mouth wantonly licking and kissing her face, his lower back heaving rhythmically.

Unconsciously, Ding Ping increased the intensity to his usual level. "Uh..." With a groan, Zhang Shiyu's body changed. Her lower body began to contract slightly. With the stimulation of Ding Ping's penis thrusting in and out, her waist began to twist involuntarily, her lower body arching, her buttocks lifting off the bed to receive Ding Ping's impact. Ding Ping sensed her change and increased the speed of his thrusts. Suddenly, an uncontrollable convulsion came from Zhang Shiyu's lower body. Her two plump thighs reflexively bent and clamped together, her hands tightly hugging Ding Ping's back. Ding Ping's penis was tightly squeezed, unable to move.

Zhang Shiyu's face was flushed, panting heavily, she hugged Ding Ping tightly, and weakly whispered, "Don't move... I can't take it anymore..." Ding Ping remained motionless, pressed tightly against Zhang Shiyu's body, his lips lightly moving across her skin, offering soothing comfort after his frenzied advances. He was also somewhat surprised; it was Zhang Shiyu's first time, and she had managed to enjoy the pleasure for so long before reaching her peak under Ding Ping's intense thrusts. It seemed she was a rare and alluring woman.

Ding Ping and Zhang Shiyu nestled close together, Ding Ping's face resting on Zhang Shiyu's shoulder, her hair gently brushing against his cheek. Her long, beautiful neck, cool and faintly exuding the fragrance of youthful skin, was beautiful.

Ding Ping's nose gently brushed against her ear. Neither of them spoke; the surrounding silence allowed them to feel only their presence. Zhang Shiyu felt an uncontrollable happiness rising from the depths of her heart.

Chapter Seventy-Two: Nanny Liu Yun (Part One)

Time flies, and Ding Ping's freshman year came to an end. Thanks to his own hard work and Liu Xinhua's diligent teaching, Ding Ping made unimaginable progress. He completed all the computer science courses required for a normal four-year university program and published several papers, one of which won the National Science and Technology Progress Award.

Meanwhile, although Ding Ping was already a postdoctoral researcher, he still took the doctoral graduation exam, achieving top marks in all subjects. His undeniable achievements impressed other authorities at the university and cleared Liu Xinhua of suspicion of personal gain.

During this time, Ding Ping and Zhang Shiyu became lovers, meeting once a week at Yu Yan's home. Under Ding Ping's influence, she became increasingly charming and beautiful, and was voted the most beautiful campus belle of Northern University, the most beautiful campus belle in its history.

Wu Yuemei, Chen Xin, and Xia Xue bought Ding Ping a villa, fully furnished, but Ding Ping never lived there. He said, "Even if they let me stay there, it's only temporarily. I will definitely repay them for the money to buy the house later."

Yu Yan, thanks to the help of Zhang Shiyu and Ding Ping, achieved outstanding results and was promoted at the station. She is now the assistant to the deputy director and was allocated a large four-bedroom, two-living-room apartment. She gave her original house to Zhang Shiyu, saying that without Zhang Shiyu's help, she wouldn't be where she is now, and giving Zhang Shiyu the house was just a small token of her appreciation.

At Ding Ping's urging, Zhang Shiyu accepted, but in both Ding Ping's and her names.

During the summer vacation, Ding Ping, like during the winter vacation, didn't go home. He brought Yu Xiaoling and Li Xuemei to Beifang City, where they lived in the house Yu Yan had given him. Ding Ping and Liu Xinhua worked together to complete the project assigned by the military, which had already been finished.

On the day Yu Xiaoling and Li Xuemei arrived in Beifang City, Ding Ping asked Professor Liu Xinhua for leave so he could take them to some scenic spots. Liu Xinhua had planned to solve a difficult problem in the next few days, but Ding Ping's aunt had come, so she had to grant him a few days off, instructing him not to waste too much time before leaving.

Three days later, Ding Ping went to Liu Xinhua's house and joined her in the project research. Actually, during those three days, Ding Ping, Yu Xiaoling, and Li Xuemei didn't go anywhere else; they stayed home. For three days, the three of them lived like cavemen. Li Xuemei, in particular, hadn't been with Ding Ping for over half a year, and she acted like a madwoman, clinging to him whenever she was awake or had a spare moment. When Ding Ping left, she was practically unable to walk.

Because Liu Xinhua's niece, Liu Yun, worked as a nanny at their house, Ding Ping and Liu Xinhua had ample time for research and could concentrate fully. Therefore, when they were together, many difficult problems were quickly solved through their discussions.

Once they started working, they basically had no time to rest except for meals. They wouldn't feel at ease until every problem was solved. Even meals were only eaten after Liu Xinhua's niece, Liu Yun, had called them multiple times and urged them repeatedly.

At the end of the day, when they finally put down their work, they felt exhausted. Often, at this point, Ding Ping would act as her masseuse, having Liu Xinhua sit on the sofa and giving her a massage.

This day was no exception. Perhaps because Ding Ping hadn't been with her for a few days, she asked him to come to her bedroom for a massage. Ding Ping, of course, understood her meaning and agreed, following her upstairs to her bedroom.

As soon as they entered, Liu Xinhua hugged Ding Ping and pulled him onto the bed with her. "How many people came from your hometown? Have you and them been doing 'that' for the past three days?"

"Two people came from my hometown, I call them both 'Auntie'," Ding Ping replied. "You know, if I don't let them have their full satisfaction after not seeing them for so long, will they let me leave?"

"I knew that would be the case. Now that there are outsiders in my house, I can't very well let you bring them to my house. Otherwise, it would be great if we could all be together like during the Spring Festival," Liu Xinhua said.

"Isn't this nanny your niece? How can you call her an outsider?"

"The more she says that, the less we can let her know about us, otherwise how embarrassing would that be? It would be

better if she really didn't know anyone at all." "That's true," Ding Ping said. "If our affair gets out in your relatives' houses, you won't need to go to those relatives' houses anymore."

Ding Ping got up to massage Liu Xinhua. When he reached her chest, she pressed Ding Ping's hands on her breasts: "Give me a good massage here." Ding Ping obediently rubbed and pressed her breasts, and finally lowered his head to suckle her nipples, licking and biting them with his teeth, occasionally sucking most of her breasts into his mouth, and then rubbing them. In

just a while, Liu Xinhua was moaning repeatedly, and her voice grew louder and louder. At the same time, she said, "Is your aunt still as wanton as ever? Still as strong as ever?"

"Even if she's wanton, she can't compare to you. You're more wanton and stronger than her. Except for your breasts, which aren't as big as hers, everything else is bigger." Ding Ping was referring to her breasts, something Liu Xinhua knew; Yu Xiaoling's breasts were unmatched.

Ding Ping was telling the truth. Liu Xinhua was very voluptuous, and sleeping on her was like lying in a spring breeze—very comfortable. She could withstand Ding Ping's frenzied thrusts without much harm; at most, her private parts would feel a little uncomfortable, but she'd be fine after half a day's rest. Others, after being with Ding Ping at the same intensity, would need at least several days to recover. Furthermore, her vaginal canal was different from others; it could automatically suck and bite a man's penis. Most men would ejaculate within two minutes of being inside her. This was perfect for Ding Ping, giving him the greatest pleasure.

After Ding Ping explained the situation to her, Liu Xinhua's desire flared immediately. She pulled Ding Ping, saying, "Come on, I can't hold back anymore. I want you to give me the most intense thrust."

Ding Ping climbed on top of her, lifted her legs onto his shoulders, and raised her plump buttocks at a 45-degree angle. Then, Ding Ping thrust his penis into her already overflowing vagina, attacking fiercely. This position allowed his penis to penetrate as deeply and powerfully as possible. Sure enough, Liu Xinhua trembled as Ding Ping penetrated her, her legs tightly clamping around Ding Ping's neck, and she cried out loudly.

Liu Xinhua's cries further stimulated Ding Ping. He leaned upwards, causing Liu Xinhua's thighs to bend upwards and press against her abdomen, making the angle of her vaginal canal even straighter. Ding Ping penetrated more easily and faster, reaching the deepest part of her vagina each time. Ding Ping felt as if he was about to penetrate her uterus. Liu Xinhua pressed her legs down hard on Ding Ping's shoulders, making her vulva press even tighter against his lower abdomen, her vagina gripping his penis tightly.

After about ten minutes, Ding Ping changed positions. They moved to the floor, and Liu Xinhua arched her back, her buttocks raised, her hands on the edge of the bed. Ding Ping wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, inserting his penis from behind. This angle allowed for deeper penetration and greater force. Ding Ping focused his energy, planted his feet firmly, and thrust his hips like a pile driver, rapidly moving in and out of Liu Xinhua's rear, each thrust hitting the very core of her being, causing Liu Xinhua to cry out repeatedly, her moans continuous.

Just then, Ding Ping seemed to hear someone quietly approaching outside the bedroom. This wasn't entirely because he could hear footsteps, but rather a feeling, a sense that someone was approaching. He could even "see" the person approaching in his mind, and a shadow formed in Ding Ping's mind: It was Liu Yun!

Chapter 73 Nanny Liu Yun (Part Two)

As soon as this figure appeared, Ding Ping's brain started to think: Why did Liu Yun come up? It's probably because Liu Xinhua's shouting was too loud, and Liu Yun on the first floor heard it. What does she want to do up here? Did Liu Xinhua's shouting arouse her lust? Just as Ding Ping was thinking this, the figure came to the door, pressed her ear against the door, and stood there quietly without moving.

"Why can I see what's happening outside?" Ding Ping couldn't help but wonder why he could 'see' others through things. Suddenly, a brilliant idea struck him: "It's my martial arts! My Flower Sect's internal energy has reached its highest level, it's incredibly profound. I can use my internal energy to detect places the human eye can't directly see. So, can I do other things too?"

Ding Ping was overjoyed. Unconsciously, he channeled his internal energy into his penis. Sure enough, he immediately felt his penis become larger and thicker. Without Ding Ping's conscious effort, his penis moved automatically inside Liu Xinhua's vagina, sometimes long, sometimes short, sometimes thick, sometimes thin, just like Ding Ping exercising, thrusting his penis in and out of her. This gave Liu Xinhua an even better feeling, and the pleasure was more intense.

This plunged Liu Xinhua into an even more frenzied sea of desire, forgetting everything, only wanting to release the pleasure in her heart. Her cries, gasps, and moans became louder and wilder, completely forgetting that there were other people in the house.

Ding Ping's penis could move on its own, allowing him to better concentrate on the sounds outside the door. With this focused attention, he could "see" the scene outside more clearly: Liu Yun had her hands between her legs, her eyes closed, moving incessantly in response to Liu Xinhua's cries, panting heavily, her mouth wide open, but she dared not make a sound, her face flushed red. In a short while, Liu Yun collapsed to the ground, her chest heaving violently. It turned out that Liu Yun had reached her climax in this way using her arrogant hand.

Inside the room, Liu Xinhua's cries had distorted, becoming indistinguishable. Her hips thrust forcefully against Ding Ping's lower body behind her, the movements becoming increasingly rapid. Ding Ping knew she was nearing her climax and increased his strength to meet her thrusts. Liu Xinhua's vaginal canal involuntarily contracted, tightly gripping Ding Ping's penis. Drenched in sweat, she frantically moved back and forth, her cherry lips opening and closing, panting heavily. Her long, shiny hair flew wildly with the swaying of her body. With a final, deafening cry, she collapsed onto the edge of the bed, motionless.

Ding Ping remembered Liu Xinhua's words about Liu Yun causing them great inconvenience in her home, and thought of Liu Yun's behavior outside the door. A sudden idea struck him: why not take Liu Yun as well, make her his woman? That way, they would all be one family, and Liu Yun wouldn't gossip about it anymore.

Thinking of this, Ding Ping went to the door, flung it open, and saw Liu Yun sitting on the floor. He feigned surprise and exclaimed, "Sister Yun, what are you doing here?"

Hearing Ding Ping's voice, Liu Xinhua, who was lying on the bed, looked up and immediately saw Liu Yun sitting by the door. He instantly understood what was happening. Regardless of his strength, he got off the bed, pulled Liu Yun into the room, and asked, "How long have you been outside?"

Liu Yun lowered her head, her face flushed, and her voice was barely audible: "You were shouting upstairs for about half an hour before I came up. At first, I could hold back, but then your voice got louder and louder, and it made me feel very agitated and angry, so I came to your door to eavesdrop. After listening, I couldn't help but do it myself, and then… then…"

"It's human nature, there's nothing to be ashamed of," Liu Xinhua comforted her. "Do you have a boyfriend?"

"Yes." "

Are you together? Like what Ding Ping and I did today?"

"A few times, but my boyfriend forced me to."

"Do you want to do it now?" Liu Xinhua asked, because at this point, only by involving Liu Yun could he silence her and prevent her from saying anything inappropriate.

"I...I..." Liu Yun stammered, unable to finish her sentence.

"So you do want to? Come on, take off your clothes, we'll sleep together tonight." Liu Xinhua winked at Ding Ping, "We're all family, it's okay."

Ding Ping understood Liu Xinhua's meaning and stepped forward, "Sister Yun, let me help you take off your clothes?"

Actually, Liu Yun was wearing very few clothes. After showering, she was only wearing a short-sleeved shirt and shorts, and she wasn't wearing a bra. Soon she was naked.

Liu Yun wasn't particularly beautiful, but she could be considered pretty, the kind of beauty that grows on you. Her skin was slightly dark, which made her look healthier, and her figure was quite upright. Her breasts were full and round, only slightly smaller than Liu Xinhua's. Ding Ping led her to the bed and lay down with her, his arms around her waist, rubbing against her body. He felt her skin was smooth, delicate, and taut, without an ounce of excess fat, making her body appear healthy and strong.

Ding Ping held Liu Yun tightly in his arms, gently stroking her long, smooth black hair. He slowly lifted her cheek and kissed her face, causing her to moan softly. Her body trembled and twisted. Ding Ping used his left hand to prop her up, inhaling Liu Yun's sweet fragrance. He then kissed her earlobe. Liu Yun's tightly closed eyes trembled slightly, and her breathing became increasingly rapid. Ding Ping's kisses moved from her earlobe to her healthy, strong neck, and Liu Yun let out a blissful moan.

Ding Ping's right hand moved to Liu Yun's chest, grasping her pair of round, high breasts and kneading them with both hands. The deep cleavage gave Ding Ping a desire to bury his face in it, so he lowered his head to the valley of her chest, sucking on her soft, swollen breasts and rubbing her nipples with his teeth, causing Liu Yun to involuntarily open her cherry lips and let out a soft moan.

Ding Ping's hands then explored the hidden path, touching her smooth, tender skin, following the slope of her breasts to her flat, smooth abdomen, touching her full, delicate, snowy buttocks, and the alluring valley. Ding Ping's hands reached between Liu Yun's tender legs, his index and middle fingers together, stroking her high, round mound, while his palms massaged the tender grass that had just fallen on the bank of the stream, his fingers constantly returning to tease the sensitive nipple.

Liu Yun's body trembled slightly, and Ding Ping's fingers immediately felt a wet patch on her skin. Perhaps the spring water from before hadn't dried up and was now overflowing again, hence the dampness. Ding Ping gently parted her legs, placing them on the edge of his lower back, and whispered in her ear, "Sister Yun, I'm coming in!" He then pinched her genitals, aimed his penis at Liu Yun's opening, and gently, tenderly, little by little, entered her body. Liu Yun's body was still somewhat tense, her vaginal canal still quite tight, making Ding Ping clearly feel considerable pressure around it. Perhaps she hadn't spent much time with her boyfriend and hadn't fully experienced the pleasure between a man and a woman.

After gently thrusting for a few minutes, Ding Ping felt Liu Yun's passion rising; her tense body began to relax, and she emitted alluring moans from her nose, making the thrusting easier. Liu Yun began to respond passionately to Ding Ping's thrusts, her hands tightly gripping his buttocks, pressing them down against her, and repeatedly thrusting her lower abdomen in rhythm with his movements.

Liu Yun's eyes were half-closed, her face flushed with the passion of a blooming peach blossom. The intense sensory stimulation, experiencing such pleasure for the first time, made Liu Yun exceptionally excited and passionate. The contractions of the walls of her vagina grew stronger with each wave, her movements frantic and fervent.

Finally, under Ding Ping's frenzied assault, Liu Yun reacted as if electrocuted, trembling violently. Her moans grew louder, her face filled with a dazed expression. Suddenly, Liu Yun arched her back, but then collapsed limply. This repeated several times. Her hands, which had been holding Ding Ping's buttocks, almost reached into his body. A spasm ran through Liu Yun's lower body, and a stream of milky white fluid gushed from her vagina like a fountain. Liu Yun kicked her legs wildly and cried out, "I'm going to die!" After bringing

Liu Yun to a climax, Ding Ping held her with one arm and continued his movements on her body, prolonging her pleasure. At the same time, he held Liu Xinhua with his other arm, letting her lie on the other side.

Liu Xinhua's hand was also caressing Ding Ping's body. He asked Liu Yun, "Yunyun, does it feel good?"

Liu Yun hummed in response.

"Do you feel this happy when you're with your boyfriend?" Liu Xinhua continued to ask.

“The first time I was with him, I only felt pain, nothing else. The next two times, I was very excited, but I just felt something poking around inside me, nothing else,” Liu Yun replied.

“Your boyfriend is such an insensitive guy, he’s wasting such a beautiful woman like you,” Ding Ping chimed in.

“Who do you think is better, Ding Ping or your boyfriend?” Liu Xinhua asked again.

Liu Yun said shyly, “Of course Ding Ping is better. I only got interested after overhearing you two, but I never felt anything until we had sex once. When I was with Ding Ping, it was like being in a heavenly palace. I felt that whatever he asked me to do was worth it.” Liu Yun’s face was full of happiness.

“From now on, you can be with Ding Ping whenever you want, but don’t tell anyone. There’s nothing wrong with it, but people will gossip about us,” Liu Xinhua said.

“I understand that. People will say we’re shameless,” Liu Yun said, reflecting on the opinions of her hometown people about the matter.

"Good to know. I was afraid you wouldn't know the limits and would say something inappropriate."

After talking for a while, Liu Yun said, "Auntie, you and Ding Ping sleep together. I

'll go downstairs to sleep." "Let's sleep together," Ding Ping said.

"No, I'll go downstairs. Sometimes if something happens, I can take care of it. Besides, I'm used to sleeping alone, and I need to go to bed early and get up early."

Chapter 74 Mary's Love

"Since that's the case, you can go downstairs then," Liu Xinhua said to Liu Yun. She knew that Liu Yun hadn't fully adapted to this kind of thing yet and was still a little shy, so she agreed to let her sleep alone.

Ding Ping took her downstairs, massaged her body for a while, and said when her breathing became heavy, "You should rest well. We'll do it together again tomorrow."

And so, Ding Ping enjoyed the bliss of having two women at Liu Xinhua's house, but he also gave these two beautiful women, one big and one small, the pleasure he wanted.

Sometimes Ding Ping would return to his own home and engage in wild and joyful battles with three stunning beauties: Xiao Ling, Xue Mei, and Yu Yan. Other times, Wu Yuemei and the other two would visit Liu Xinhua's house for a more intimate encounter. During these interactions, Ding Ping's internal energy cultivation greatly improved. He could now sense anyone within a hundred meters of him and, without physical contact, manipulate their internal energy, regulate their nerves, and guide their attention or arousal points to achieve his desired goals.

Meanwhile, Ding Ping didn't neglect his studies and research. During the summer, Liu Xinhua and Ding Ping comprehensively upgraded and perfected the defensive capabilities of the system they had designed during their previous hacker attack and defense exercise, creating an excellent local area network interactive system, which was then put into use and completed on time and to the required quality. China also used their achievements to announce the successful development of a supercomputer with a computing capacity of ten quadrillion calculations per second, while the defense system was already using their exascale supercomputer.

Because of the need for secrecy, the state did not give them any public awards, but did provide them with State Council allowances as a sign of commendation.

In mid-September, after attending a school meeting, Liu Xinhua told Ding Ping that China had been invited to participate in a current computer technology development forum in the United States. Because it involved advanced computer technology, the delegation needed to include technical experts in this field, and Liu Xinhua was specifically chosen to go, along with Ding Ping.

A week later, the two of them set off with the delegation. This was a technical forum and also an exhibition of computer technology achievements. Of course, governments and companies from various countries wouldn't showcase their latest research results, but what they did present still represented their highest level of technology. Therefore, industry professionals could still discern the level of technological advancement achieved by different countries, which was why the state wanted top experts like Liu Xinhua and Ding Ping to participate.

At the forum, Ding Ping presented "On the Current State and Future Direction of Computer Technology Development," pointing out in his paper that current computer technology had reached a bottleneck, Moore's Law was gradually becoming a thing of the past, and the main reason was that the physical space utilization of processors had reached its limit. If breakthroughs weren't made in this area, computer technology would eventually reach its end. He concluded by pointing out that the chip should utilize photonics technology, moving its operation beyond electron motion to the level of photon motion, thereby increasing its speed and expanding its scope.

His speech was warmly received by the attendees and sparked heated discussion about quantum technology, which was already under research. Unexpectedly, Ding Ping's theory had taken another step forward. After review, Ding Ping's paper was awarded the only Special Prize at the conference. Delegations from various countries invited Ding Ping to give presentations and engage in technical exchanges, and with the approval of their delegation leaders, Ding Ping attended all of them.

Finally, a representative from the U country contacted Ding Ping, subtly indicating a desire to retain him in the U country. After in-depth consideration of this situation, the delegation leader reported back to China and decided that Ding Ping could stay, depending on the specific circumstances, as a long-term pawn for China. However, Ding Ping wanted to make this decision naturally, without arousing suspicion.

In the following days, since the head of the delegation had already expressed his stance to Ding Ping, Ding Ping became more proactive. The delegation had indeed done a lot of work beforehand, knowing everything about Ding Ping's situation. They sent several teenagers of similar age and with achievements in various fields to invite Ding Ping to visit their school, factory, and research institute, showcasing their advanced technology and free learning and academic atmosphere.

After the visit, Ding Ping remarked to Liu Xinhua, "I have to say they are more advanced than us. After seeing some of their situation these past few days, I feel they have many things we can learn from. Their education system, their innovative ideas, and their free academic research atmosphere are all things we cannot currently match."

"This is also a constraint on our development due to our national conditions. Because our country has a large population and limited educational resources, we have ended up with this exam-oriented education system. Therefore, we need to work hard to develop our economy and improve our country's educational conditions," Liu Xinhua said.

"I'd like to stay here for further studies. I wonder if it will be effective?" Ding Ping tentatively asked Liu Xinhua. Due to secrecy requirements, the fact that Ding Ping could stay as an undercover agent was known only to the delegation leader; no one else in the delegation, including Liu Xinhua, knew.

"If you can stay here, that would be great. The key is whether you're on a government scholarship or going on your own. Government-sponsored study abroad spots are very limited. Even if you were allowed to come, you wouldn't learn anything truly valuable. If you're studying on your own, firstly, you'll need a lot of funding, and secondly, you'll need a school to accept you and issue you an acceptance letter," Liu Xinhua analyzed. "You can't come to anything that isn't a prestigious university, and you won't learn much at an ordinary school either."

"Several of the most renowned universities in the U.S. have contacted me. They are among the most prestigious universities in the world. But I'm undecided. Since you've been to the U.S. before, I'm asking for your advice," Ding Ping said truthfully.

“In that case, talk to them about scholarships. If they agree to give you a scholarship and solve your funding problem, you can stay. It's better here than in China right now; you can learn more advanced scientific knowledge,” Liu Xinhua suggested based on his own experience.

“Then I'll do as you say,” Ding Ping said happily, relieved that Liu Xinhua had solved his problem. He was afraid Liu Xinhua would accuse him of being ungrateful and fickle.

With his teacher's understanding, Ding Ping felt more relaxed and interacted with the group of young men and women from the U country. He visited their science and technology area, met one of their mentors—the most authoritative expert in the U country's IT industry—and had a detailed discussion with him. Ding Ping genuinely admired the mentor's knowledge and insights, and the mentor was also amazed by Ding Ping's level, repeatedly saying that he never expected that a country like China, which lags behind them by one or two decades in the IT industry, could cultivate a young genius like Ding Ping.

His affirmation of Ding Ping further strengthened the U country's determination to recruit Ding Ping into their country. They believed that Ding Ping was very young and would not be greatly influenced by the Chinese Communist Party. They thought he would be easily attracted by their various conditions and would be more likely to accept their ideas. Subsequently, two more outstanding people joined the ranks of those trying to attract Ding Ping, and these two people were also very beautiful women.

On the last day, a group of seven people—three men and four women—saw Ding Ping off. Ding Ping confided in the six or seven young men and women who accompanied him: “After seeing you all for the past few days, I realize I was like a frog in a well, oblivious to the vast world outside. I’m also happy to have made such good friends as you. Thank you for taking care of me these past few days. I really want to stay here and study and grow with you, but I can’t stay right now because my family is still in China. If I don’t go back now, it will affect them.”

One of the older young men, named Joy, said, “I understand your situation. You can come to our country anytime you want. Our best university, the University of Copenhagen, welcomes you. After you return home, we will extend an invitation to you, and then you can come to our country to study openly and legitimately. As for your future development, whether you return home or not, that’s your own business and your decision.”

“Okay! It’s settled then!” Ding Ping readily agreed. “Having the opportunity to study and further our education in your country is something we’ve always dreamed of.”

When they were leaving, a little girl named Mary, who was about the same age as Ding Ping, stayed behind. When Ding Ping asked her why she didn’t leave, she said that through their interactions over the past few days, she had come to admire Ding Ping greatly. She was surprised that he had achieved so much at such a young age and wanted to be his friend, so she stayed. She wondered if Ding Ping would be willing to be her friend.

“Why wouldn’t I want to? It’s my good fortune to have such an outstanding friend like you. At your age, it’s rare to get into a university like Copenhagen in your country, isn’t it?”

Mary said proudly. “No one else has entered Copenhagen at fourteen like me, though I can’t compare to the significant international impact of your academic papers.”

“It’s nothing,” Mary replied. “You just haven’t had that opportunity yet. I believe you will achieve great things in the near future.”

The two chatted happily, and Mary invited Ding Ping to her home so her family could meet him and they could spend a wonderful evening together. She said she didn’t know how long it would be before they met again and wanted to cherish this last moment with Ding Ping.

Whether it was genuine or not, Ding Ping couldn’t refuse; otherwise, he would seem too heartless to Mary, which wasn’t his style. So, Ding Ping agreed, asked the group leader for leave, and went to Mary’s house.

Mary has four siblings; she is the youngest. Her parents are high school teachers, probably in their forties. Mary's mother is quite beautiful. Her eldest brother has graduated from university and works for a financial company, her second sister is pursuing a master's degree, and her third brother is in university at the same school as her. In Chinese terms, she was born into a scholarly family, which explains her excellent grades. Perhaps it's genetic; Mary's two brothers are handsome, and her sister is very beautiful, possessing a mature charm that makes her even more captivating than Mary.

Her family was very welcoming, greeting Ding Ping warmly and chatting with him. They praised his fluent English and frequently asked him about China, as none of them had ever been there and they were fascinated by its ancient culture.

Everything felt so natural, making Ding Ping feel warm and envious of Mary's harmonious family. After the usual pleasantries, the family went about their own business, leaving only the two of them. Mary then led Ding Ping to her bedroom.

Everything happened so naturally, like ice melting in a warm breeze, seeds sprouting in the spring wind. They embraced without realizing it. Mary's fair skin flushed with excitement; her eyes were closed, her brow furrowed, her full breasts heaving, giving Ding Ping a confident, soft pressure against her chest. Her long nails dug deeply into Ding Ping's back, her breath coming in rapid gasps, her body stiff and trembling slightly, making Ding Ping, who was holding her, feel her tension.

Ding Ping kissed her lips, but she seemed stiff, as if she had no experience kissing.

"Is this her first time with a man?" Ding Ping wondered. "In such a free and open country as U, how could someone so beautiful and fifteen years old never have kissed before?"

What followed confirmed Ding Ping's guess. Under Ding Ping's guidance, Mary slowly became more skilled, and this change only occurred under Ding Ping's kisses; it certainly wasn't intentional.

At this moment, Ding Ping stopped, looked at Mary's face, and asked, "Is this your first time going on a date with a boy?"

Mary blushed and nodded, "I don't know anything, and I'm not good at it. You can teach me, but you're not allowed to laugh at me."

"Why would I laugh at you? I just didn't expect it to be your first date," Ding Ping whispered in her ear.

"Because I've never met someone I love, I've never gone on a date with anyone. Now it's different, I've met you," Mary said affectionately to Ding Ping.

Ding Ping simply held her without taking any further action, saying, "I'm grateful to have met you, but we're both still young. This is already very good; I'm happy as it is."

Mary, hearing this, said to Ding Ping, "Did I upset you? I love you and am willing to give you my first time. I'm over fourteen; I can do this."

"Mary, I like you too," Ding Ping said, but he didn't say he loved her, because he truly only felt liking, not love, and felt he couldn't lie to her: "Mary, we've only known each other for a few days. I can't be with you now, but I will always remember having a friend like you."

Seeing Ding Ping say this, Mary didn't say anything more, simply leaning quietly against him. Neither of them spoke, fully enjoying the tranquility.

Since learning the internal martial arts techniques of the Flower School, Ding Ping had never felt so calm when with women. This was a different level of interaction between the sexes. Ding Ping felt only affection for Mary, an affection that wasn't quite love. Mary, on the other hand, felt love for Ding Ping, a love devoid of desire. Ding Ping could sense this from her heartbeat, her body movements, and her physiological activities; he felt that her love for him was indeed a love without any ulterior motives.

Ding Ping was somewhat happy, but also somewhat confused: Wasn't she ordered to interact with me? Wasn't she on a mission? But why didn't I feel it now?

But Ding Ping couldn't find the answers to any of these questions. Half an hour later, Ding Ping said he had to go back. Mary drove him to the Chinese delegation's residence and gave him a long farewell kiss. Although her kissing skills weren't very good, Mary was very passionate. She wanted to express her love for Ding Ping in this way, and her love almost melted Ding Ping's heart.

That night, Ding Ping lay in bed, reflecting on Mary's behavior. If she was sent by the U country to persuade him, then she was indeed a genius. If she truly loved Ding Ping, then how should he handle their relationship? Ding Ping was caught in a dilemma. 03-15
Chapter Seventy-Five Before Going Abroad (Part One)

Not long after returning home, Ding Ping received an acceptance letter from the University of Copenhagen in the U country, inviting him to study and conduct research there, to work with their top scientific and technological talents to overcome human technological challenges and contribute to human development.

Before Ding Ping could make a decision, Mary unexpectedly came to China and found him, saying that her school and Northern University had an annual exchange activity. Originally, she wasn't interested in such activities and didn't plan to come, but she couldn't suppress her longing for Ding Ping and signed up.

Ding Ping took on the role of guide, taking Mary to visit ancient Chinese ruins and World Heritage sites during breaks in her activities, allowing her to learn about China's ancient culture and long history. During this interaction, Ding Ping gained a deeper understanding of Mary, and their relationship deepened.

Two months later, after receiving some skills training, Ding Ping was about to embark on his journey to study in the United States.

A week before Ding Ping's departure notice arrived, Liu Xinhua gathered Wu Yuemei, Chen Xin, Xia Xue, Yu Yan, Yu Xiaoling, Li Xuemei, Li Yun, and others at her home to tell them about Ding Ping's plans to study abroad. The girls immediately started chattering, saying that Ding Ping was being inconsiderate by not telling them about such a big event. Ding Ping explained, "I only received the notification today, and as soon as I got it, Sister Liu told you all. She even called you all here."

“What Ding Ping said is true. The main reason I've called you all to my house is because Ding Ping is leaving in a week, and he won't be gone for at least three or four years. He might come back to visit, but that would only be once every year or two. I want Ding Ping to leave us with a deep impression before he leaves, to give us unforgettable happy memories,”

Wu Yuemei said. “Sister Liu knows us very well. From today until Ding Ping leaves, I won't go home.”

Upon hearing Wu Yuemei's words, the others all expressed their intention to stay at Liu Xinhua's house. Chen Xin, Xia Xue, Yu Yan, and others asked for leave from their work units.

“This whole week is yours, but you have to give me one day, for Zhang Shiyu, okay?” Everyone knew about Ding Ping and Zhang Shiyu's relationship, and no one objected to Ding Ping's suggestion.

They also divided the work, arranging things like going to the market to buy groceries and cook meals over the next few days, as well as housing for the eight people. Liu Xinhua, Wu Yuemei, Chen Xin, and Xia Xue shared one bedroom, while Yu Xiaoling, Li Xuemei, Yu Yan, and Li Yun shared

another. Ding Ping would take turns sleeping in these two bedrooms, enjoying his company with each of them once during the day and once at night. At this point, Ding Ping had no say and could only obey their arrangements. If this happened to anyone else, dealing with eight women all night long for six or seven days would be exhausting, but Ding Ping wasn't worried because he possessed supernatural powers.

Liu Xinhua set the air conditioning in every room on the first, second, and third floors to 26 degrees Celsius, so they wouldn't feel cold even without wearing clothes. Then, like madwomen, they first stripped Ding Ping of his clothes, then took off all their own. At this point, the nine of them began their primitive communal living.

In the living room, the eight women looked at each other, naked, and burst into laughter. They had all been with Ding Ping before, one, two, three, or four at a time, but this was the first time all eight of them had done it together. They were both happy and nervous, excited—such a scene was rare. After the laughter subsided

, Liu Xinhua spoke first: "How about we eight join Ding Ping for a seven-day living together opening ceremony?"

Everyone agreed.

At first, everyone was a little shy, and no one volunteered to start with Ding Ping. Finally, Liu Xinhua suggested following the usual rule, starting with Ding Ping in order of age. Liu

Xinhua was the first. Everyone worked together to set up the living room, placing sofas around the perimeter and leaving a large open space in the center, where a large blanket was placed. Then she invited everyone to sit on the sofa and watch her and Ding Ping's performance.

She pulled Ding Ping by the hand and led him to sit on the carpet in the middle. She placed her hand between Ding Ping's legs, grasped his penis, and began to rub it. Soon, Ding Ping's not-so-hard penis became erect. While Liu Xinhua and Ding Ping were doing this, the women watching were even more nervous and excited than they were. When Ding Ping's hand also reached down to caress Liu Xinhua's genitals, their hearts stirred just like his, and their lower bodies began to flow with desire.

Ding Ping knew what the effect would be. He was very careful, passionate, and skillful with Liu Xinhua, arousing not only Liu Xinhua's emotions but also the desires of the seven women sitting around him. After bringing Liu Xinhua to the peak of pleasure, these seven women wouldn't need to go through the prelude; they could take the direct route to their climax, allowing them to reach their peak instantly, saving him a lot of effort.

Don't blame Ding Ping for being opportunistic; when you're faced with eight women more ruthless than tigers and wolves, you probably wouldn't even be able to cry.

Ding Ping held Liu Xinhua tightly, cradling her face, and thrust his tongue deep into her mouth, kissing her passionately, licking her lips. Liu Xinhua also extended her pink tongue, meeting Ding Ping's tongue in a rapid, intimate exchange. After a brief, intense kiss, Ding Ping sucked her tongue almost to the root into his mouth, licking it wildly.

Ding Ping's right hand grasped Liu Xinhua's right breast, kneading it. Her breast was high, round, and cone-shaped; Ding Ping's hand could only hold half of it. Despite her age and having given birth, it hadn't sagged; it was incredibly soft, especially the skin near the grape-like area, which felt almost melting. Her areola was quite prominent; the nipple, not yet erect, suddenly hardened after being gently rubbed by Ding Ping's fingers. The erect nipple was firm and elastic. Ding Ping liked to pinch it between his thumb and forefinger and gently twist it, feeling the firm fleshiness it conveyed.

Ding Ping's tongue moved downwards, pressing against Liu Xinhua's breast, gently rotating on the areola, sucking on her nipple. Soon, he swallowed the entire breast into his mouth, his tongue struggling to move within the very narrow confines of her mouth, greedily invading Liu Xinhua's soft, plump breast, taming the stubborn nipple, vigorously scrubbing every inch of its curve.

Ding Ping greedily expanded his attack, trying to swallow as many of Liu Xinhua's breasts as possible. However, for Ding Ping's mouth, her breasts were indeed too large. He could only press tightly against her chest, using the pressure to enhance his sense of possession. Ding Ping's nose was also buried in her breast flesh. One hand held Liu Xinhua, while the other held her free breast, pressing it against Ding Ping's cheek. His thumb continued to relentlessly rub the nipple, giving Ding Ping the feeling of being completely immersed in her voluptuous and fragrant flesh.

Under Ding Ping's caresses, Liu Xinhua also slightly parted her fragrant lips, softly moaning. Her hands moved aimlessly over Ding Ping's body, her legs randomly crossing, squeezing, and churning, clearly showing the wetness between her legs.

The seven people watching from the side were also panting heavily, their legs clenched, their nipples standing erect in defiance, their hands unconsciously grabbing at the sofa.

Ding Ping's lips continued to kiss downwards, reaching Liu Xinhua's lower abdomen. He showed no sign of stopping, finally stopping at Liu Xinhua's pubic mound. He extended his tongue, licking the source of Liu Xinhua's groin, teasing the small protrusion there, and occasionally biting it lightly with his teeth. This action made Liu Xinhua tremble all over, and the soft moans turned into screams. The flow of water from his lower body's Peach Blossom Spring intensified, flowing out continuously.

Ding Ping reached one hand into Liu Xinhua's vagina, causing her to arch her back. She removed Ding Ping's fingers, saying, "No, you can't use your hands! It hurts so much! I want your big thing!"

With that, Liu Xinhua grabbed Ding Ping's penis with her other hand and pulled it towards the entrance of her vagina, saying, "Come on, I want you!"

Seeing that Liu Xinhua was already aroused, Ding Ping knew the time was right. He parted her legs, took his penis, and with a powerful thrust, inserted his thick penis into Liu Xinhua's vagina. The two were tightly joined together, leaving no gap. As Ding Ping entered, Liu Xinhua let out a ecstatic cry, a sound that caused the other seven women nearby to gush with fluid.

Liu Xinhua's long, slender legs tightly gripped Ding Ping's waist, while her delicate arms clung tightly to Ding Ping's neck. Her body arched and lowered with Ding Ping's thrusts, while she murmured sounds that no one could understand, but which made Ding Ping's blood boil and caused him to increase the speed of his thrusts.

Ding Ping's speed increased, his waist thrusting like a pile driver. Liu Xinhua's moans seemed like the March of the Volunteers, and Ding Ping fought fiercely to the rhythm. The sounds of flesh colliding and the surrounding panting gradually grew louder, filling the living room with a melodious, plaintive, painful, and pleasurable atmosphere.

Liu Xinhua let out a series of desperate cries, her vulva tightening like a baby's mouth, biting Ding Ping's penis, then releasing, then tightening again. After a while, Liu Xinhua relaxed completely, lying flat on the ground, her disheveled hair scattered on the blanket, her hands outstretched, her small fists half-clenched, her legs slightly parted, her vulva still opening and closing, flowing with streams of fluid, making her lower body soaking wet. The extreme pleasure had made her fall into a deep sleep, her face naturally relaxed, her eyes slightly closed, her breathing even. It seemed she wouldn't wake up anytime soon.

Chapter Seventy-Six Before Leaving the Country (Part Two)

Ding Ping raised his head and looked at the seven women sitting on the sofa. Their eyes were all closed, their legs tightly pressed together. Some had their hands between their legs, while others had their hands on their chests, embracing and squeezing their breasts, causing them to change shape. They were all breathing heavily, and some were even moaning softly.

Ding Ping knew that his earlier encounter with Liu Xinhua had aroused their passion. Their hearts were completely opened by him, and they were just waiting for his entry. Ding Ping believed that each of them would reach their climax immediately after a few thrusts, because they were like arrows on a bowstring, ready to shoot violently towards their target the moment he released them.

Ding Ping stood up and, following their agreed-upon principles, first approached Wu Yuemei, spreading her legs. Her vulva was already soaking wet. Ding Ping took his penis, aimed it at her opening, and entered her with minimal effort. As soon as he exerted force, pushing his penis deep into her core, Wu Yuemei let out a low growl, her body convulsing. She clung to Ding Ping's back with both hands, her legs tightly wrapped around his waist, remaining motionless. In this way, Wu Yuemei reached her climax.

After calming Wu Yuemei down, Ding Ping went to Yu Xiaoling's side. She pushed Ding Ping onto the carpet in the center of the living room, and the others followed. Someone helped Liu Xinhua to sit on the sofa, and Yu Xiaoling, Zhen Xin, Xia Xue, Yu Yan, Li Xuemei, and Liu Yun immediately surrounded Ding Ping.

Six people, twelve hands in total, reached for Ding Ping's body. Ding Ping exclaimed, "You should go in order of age, it'll be faster that way. I'll send each of you to heaven in a bit."

"Let's go in order, but the rest of us can't just sit idly by, it'll be too uncomfortable to watch. Now it's Ling-jie's turn, hurry up, or I'll have to," Xia Xue said.

The group pulled Yu Xiaoling onto Ding Ping's body, making her sit on his lap. Some held Ding Ping's penis, while others pried open Yu Xiaoling's vagina, making her take Ding Ping's penis inside her. As Yu Xiaoling was on top of Ding Ping, the others began to caress him, while Ding Ping's hands were also busy, groping the others haphazardly.

Seeing everyone's anxious expressions, Ding Ping decided to proceed one by one, fearing some might be impatient. He reached his hands into the bodies of Xia Xue and Liu Yun, searching for their erogenous zones. He tried pressing the front wall of their vaginas with his bent fingers, and suddenly they both shuddered. Ding Ping knew he was close, so he carefully searched around. Just as his bent middle finger withdrew slightly from their vaginas, he sensitively touched an area about the size of his fingertip. It felt different from the others—harder, more elastic, and slightly protruding.

Ding Ping pressed down with both hands, and Xia Xue and Liu Yun's bodies trembled more violently. They both leaned against Ding Ping, gripping his arms tightly, causing him a slight pain and making him gasp.

Ding Ping was overjoyed; he had finally found the right spot, which would solve their problem at once. He pressed rhythmically on that area, while Xia Xue and Liu Yun gripped him tighter and tighter. Ding Ping desperately suppressed the pain in his arms, continuing to gently press their tender erogenous zones.

After about three or four minutes of pressing, over a hundred times, Xia Xue and Liu Yun suddenly stiffened. They released Ding Ping's arms, clenched their teeth, and pressed their upper bodies down on him, thrusting their chests forward, deforming their large breasts. They let out a series of muffled moans: "Oh... um... I'm coming...!" Finally, they lay motionless on Ding Ping, their fluids gushing out, wetting his hands. Ding Ping knew that Xia Xue and Liu Yun had reached their climax!

At this moment, Yu Xiaoling, who had been on Ding Ping, also reached her limit, collapsing onto the backs of Xia Xue and Liu Yun, motionless. Her genitals, still sucking on Ding Ping's penis, released copious amounts of saliva, which dripped down his shaft.

After a while, all three of them got off. Chen Xin sat on Ding Ping, with Yu Yan and Li Xuemei on either side. Ding Ping, as before, placed one hand on each of their genitals, reaching their climaxes. This time, he easily found their erogenous zones and quickly stimulated them. In just about five minutes, Yu Yan and Li Xuemei climaxed, reaching their peak under Ding Ping's fingers.

Now only Chen Xin remained. Ding Ping held her waist with both hands, pulling her down forcefully to make her sit deeper and penetrate further, allowing his penis to reach the deepest part of her vagina. As she rose, Ding Ping helped her up, making her rise even higher, thus increasing the force of her descent. In this way, Chen Xin received the greatest impact each time, Ding Ping's penis penetrating her deepest point each time, giving her the greatest pleasure. Soon, Chen Xin reached her climax, screaming and collapsing onto Ding Ping, her lower body gushing forth a large amount of fluid, just like the others.

However, Ding Ping's hands weren't idle during this round, giving all four women the same pleasure, but it took nearly two and a half hours.

"Six more days," Ding Ping calculated in his mind. Being with beautiful women is pleasurable, but when faced with seven or eight beautiful women, it's not easy for a man to control them all. Who should go first is a headache. Ding Ping was no exception. Fortunately, at the beginning of the day, the eight women were divided into two groups, staying in two separate rooms. Otherwise, if they were all together like this afternoon, Ding Ping really wouldn't know what to do. The last one would definitely be dissatisfied.

In Ding Ping's mind, sleeping with a woman is a mutual consent process. Making the women who willingly slept with him happy is what he enjoys and pursues. Therefore, when with these women who loved him and whom he loved, Ding Ping respected them greatly. He always made sure to have plenty of foreplay, entering the woman in his arms when she was most eager. The burst of energy from their love was the most brilliant moment in their lives, and Ding Ping believed that achieving this was the happiest thing in life!

In the following days, Ding Ping had sex with the eight of them once during the day and again at night, each time bringing each of them to the peak of pleasure, a pleasure they couldn't get from anyone else, fulfilling their initial request of having sex twice a day.

This time, Ding Ping had to use the internal energy techniques of the Flower School when he was with the eight of them. Apart from Liu Yun, the other seven were all alluring women who were hard to come by, and Yu Xiaoling and Li Xuemei were beauties with seductive charm. If any one of them opened their heart, a man would be unable to resist having sex with them until he was exhausted and died. Any ordinary man who was with them would not survive more than three months. All eight women had their emotional barriers broken through by Ding Ping's extraordinary abilities. When they were all gathered together, even Ding Ping couldn't handle it and had to resort to his powers.

In the following days, Liu Xinhua and the other eight women let loose and indulged in passionate encounters with Ding Ping. Since Ding Ping had gone abroad, women of their alluring appearance had been difficult to win over with men, and those who couldn't would only evoke disgust in them. Furthermore, because Ding Ping brought them so much pleasure, being with other ordinary men felt bland and unfulfilling, making it better to have none at all.

During these few days, Ding Ping's internal energy cultivation had greatly improved. In addition to being able to perceive others' actions, he began to sense their thoughts and intentions, able to influence their spirit, emotions, and even their romantic feelings with his internal energy. Finally, without physical contact, when their bodies were relaxed and in a state of unconsciousness, Ding Ping could enter their spiritual world solely through consciousness, guiding them towards pleasure and reaching another level of peak, even more wonderful than mere physical pleasure.

However, Ding Ping's actions also brought him trouble; from then on, these eight women were bound to him for life.

On the last day, Liu Xinhua and the others released Ding Ping as promised, allowing him to meet Zhang Shiyu.

Ding Ping took Zhang Shiyu to the house Yu Yan had given them. Zhang Shiyu was in tears, clinging to Ding Ping tightly, as if he would never return after leaving the country. It wasn't until Ding Ping told her that if her academic performance met the requirements of the school, he could suggest and invite her to study there as well, that she regained hope. Sure enough, two years later, she went to the University of Copenhagen to pursue her postgraduate studies, but that's another story.

Chapter 77 Before Going Abroad (Part 3)

Like Liu Xinhua and the others, Zhang Shiyu asked to be with Ding Ping, so Ding Ping went to bed with her. Ding Ping gently caressed Zhang Shiyu, using a gentle touch devoid of lust. At this moment, what he felt in his heart was not lust, but a man's love for a woman.

But Zhang Shiyu was too sensitive, especially with the two about to separate. Her whole body became even more sensitive. Zhang Shiyu breathed heavily and moaned, responding to or hinting at Ding Ping's caresses. Tonight, Zhang Shiyu was vulnerable, and Ding Ping tenderly comforted her. As Zhang Shiyu's breathing became more and more rapid, Ding Ping parted her legs, pressed down on her, and gently entered her body.

Although Ding Ping longed for a passionate, tempestuous relationship with women, he refrained from doing so at this moment. Instead, he pressed Zhang Shiyu down, letting her feel the strength and reassurance of his chest; letting her enjoy a gentle, relaxed embrace; letting her escape the disturbances of the outside world.

Zhang Shiyu's moans were peculiar, at least in Ding Ping's eyes. Her moans changed with the environment and her mood. In intense moments, she would let out a loud, piercing cry; in tender moments, she would utter poetic chants; more often, her moans resembled sorrowful weeping, like a lost girl sobbing against a wall. Unlike women like Liu Xinhua and Yu Yan.

Ding Ping gently called out, "Zhang Shiyu." He liked to call her so gently and softly.

"Mmm," Zhang Shiyu opened her eyes and looked at Ding Ping.

"Your moans tonight were so beautiful." Ding Ping had never said such things to her before.

"What's wrong? You're saying such awful things." Zhang Shiyu said coquettishly and shyly, "Uh... what do you mean by 'not moaning'?"

"Oh, I misspoke. I should say you sing really well." Ding Ping said as he increased the intensity.

"Ah!" Zhang Shiyu closed her eyes and groaned, "Don't say anything... don't say anything."

"Just do it, right?" Ding Ping lifted Zhang Shiyu's legs, put his hands on the bed, and like doing push-ups, used his penis to thrust his entire weight and the force of his thrusts into Zhang Shiyu's flower path. When the energy gathered and impacted Zhang Shiyu, Zhang Shiyu's loud moans immediately rang out in the room that Yu Yan had given them.

Ding Ping did more than a hundred thrusts in one go. This position was very enjoyable for men. The weight of his entire body plus the elastic impact of his waist would make the woman beneath him feel like she was dying and being in heaven. The feeling of satisfying each thrust was particularly comfortable, but also particularly tiring. Ding Ping was afraid that Zhang Shiyu couldn't take it, so he lay down next to her and closed his eyes to rest.

After a long while, Ding Ping felt Zhang Shiyu move slightly. Zhang Shiyu's dazed voice said, "Why are you so cruel tonight? Did you want to kill me? At least you had some conscience and stopped in the end!"

"You don't know how much I love you, I couldn't control myself," Ding Ping whispered in her ear.

Zhang Shiyu didn't reply, but moved, she struggled to get up and play with Ding Ping's penis. Ding Ping told her to come and rest, saying, "Don't do anything tonight, I'll take you to heaven."

Zhang Shiyu twisted her waist and murmured coquettishly, "No! I want to serve you and let you enjoy the pleasure I give you."

After saying this, Zhang Shiyu took Ding Ping's penis into her mouth, shaking her head up and down. It was the first time she had done this for Ding Ping, and she wasn't very skilled, but she was very attentive, her tongue sweeping across the head of Ding Ping's penis or wrapping around its shaft and dragging it. Zhang Shiyu's eagerness to please greatly aroused Ding Ping. He turned Zhang Shiyu's snow-white buttocks around and told her to straddle him.

Zhang Shiyu spat out Ding Ping's penis and said, "Hmm, don't do this." Ding Ping asked, "Why won't you let me do it?"

Zhang Shiyu said, "You've already penetrated me down there, it's a bit dirty." Zhang Shiyu moaned as she said "penetrate," a sound she had never uttered before Ding Ping. Zhang Shiyu was very sensitive in both her actions and words.

Ding Ping said, "I've penetrated you here too, and you took it into your mouth, didn't you?" I emphasized the word "penetrate."

However, Zhang Shiyu didn't pay attention to my tone. She said, "Men and women are different." After saying that, she took Ding Ping's penis into her mouth and sucked on it vigorously.

Ding Ping sat up and leaned against the headboard. Zhang Shiyu followed his movements, biting him tightly. Ding Ping brushed Zhang Shiyu's hair aside, and Zhang Shiyu shyly blocked his hands.

Zhang Shiyu was very obedient, harboring the idea that she could give everything for the man she loved. Ding Ping felt the same way. Zhang Shiyu's reckless actions tonight, her willingness to sacrifice everything for his pleasure, moved him deeply. Ding Ping also wanted Zhang Shiyu to experience another kind of pleasure. Actually, Ding Ping had done it for her before, but each time Zhang Shiyu hadn't let him continue; she was always hesitant and evasive. Ding Ping liked and was willing to do it for her because he truly loved her.

Zhang Shiyu knelt on the bed, burying her head between Ding Ping's legs, swallowing and releasing his penis. The bright light magnified this erotic scene. Ding Ping wanted to further arouse Zhang Shiyu, so he turned and took a mirror from the bedside table, placing it in front of her. Zhang Shiyu glanced at it, then moaned with a mixture of shyness and excitement.

Ding Ping asked, "Do you like it like this?"

Zhang Shiyu stared at the mirror and sucked and bit even harder, spitting out the mirror and saying, "I like it!"

Ding Ping asked again, "Seeing yourself doing this, isn't it very erotic?"

Zhang Shiyu spat out Ding Ping's penis, looking at him seductively, and said, "Yes, seeing myself makes me very excited."

Ding Ping was also extremely excited. He took the mirror away, pulled Zhang Shiyu up, and made her straddle him, his shiny red penis pointing at Zhang Shiyu's wet vulva. He asked her, "Do you like me to penetrate you?"

Zhang Shiyu looked at him with a whimpering voice and blinking seductive eyes and said, "I like it."

Ding Ping asked with a wicked smile, "Why do you like me to penetrate you?"

Zhang Shiyu looked like she was about to cry, and said in a tearful voice, "You penetrate me so well, your thrusting inside me makes me feel like I'm flying to heaven, how could I not like it?"

Ding Ping straightened his legs, and Zhang Shiyu's body sat on his thighs. Ding Ping's steel-hard penis then thrust into Zhang Shiyu's flower path. Her entire weight was supported by this fulcrum, giving her a powerful stimulation and bringing her an intense, almost unbearable pleasure. Zhang Shiyu's moans immediately filled the room, and the inner walls of her vagina contracted and spasmed, recklessly tightening around Ding Ping's penis. A gush of female essence gushed from her depths, drenching the head of Ding Ping's penis, which was pressed tightly against her clitoris. Zhang Shiyu slumped down, reaching her peak.

Ding Ping looked at Zhang Shiyu's limp body. He hadn't expected her to come so soon after entering him. Perhaps she had completely let go tonight, giving herself wholeheartedly to the pleasure Ding Ping brought her, making her already sensitive body even more vulnerable.

Ding Ping looked at Zhang Shiyu affectionately, gently stroking her hair. After a long while, Zhang Shiyu opened her eyes and asked me, "Why were you so good at this tonight? I've already come twice."

Ding Ping said, "Because we're going to be separated for a while, I wanted to keep you in a state of pleasure all night, and you felt the same way, wanting to go completely wild with me, so it was easy for you to come." "

You're younger than me, but more experienced. I can tell," Zhang Shiyu suddenly said.

"Because I'm a Casanova, right? I've even learned some internal martial arts techniques, enough to give women pleasures they've never experienced before! That includes you." Ding Ping whispered in Zhang Shiyu's ear, "After you're with me, any other man you're with will seem bland and tasteless."

"You're such a rogue! After being with you, how could I be with any other man?" Zhang Shiyu retorted. She was a true saint, pure and untainted.

"I was just giving an example," Ding Ping said. "If you hadn't kept asking me, would I have said all this?"

As he spoke, Ding Ping's hands continued to roam over Zhang Shiyu's body. Soon, she began to pant again. Zhang Shiyu was indeed very sensitive. Looking at Zhang Shiyu's satisfied yet exhausted appearance, Ding Ping felt the greatest pleasure.

"I've come twice, but you haven't come even once yet? What should I do to make you happy?"

"Shiyu, seeing you so happy makes me happy. Happiness doesn't necessarily mean I have to ejaculate." After saying this, Ding Ping gently kissed Zhang Shiyu's lips.

Zhang Shiyu hugged Ding Ping's neck, buried her head in his chest, and cried. Ding Ping lifted her head, and Zhang Shiyu didn't pull away, looking at him through her teary eyes. Ding Ping loved those tears; he stuck out his tongue and licked one of Zhang Shiyu's tears. Zhang Shiyu cried even harder, sobbing.

Ding Ping said, "Why are you crying again? And why does your crying sound so much like the sound you make when you're happy?"

Zhang Shiyu scolded, "You're so annoying! Why do you always think that way? I'm crying because I'm happy and moved!"

Ding Ping said, "Really, the sounds you make tonight are all the same. I can't tell if you're crying or happy, so I asked you."

Zhang Shiyu laughed through her tears, pushed Ding Ping down, and said, "I want you to be happy too, I'll lick you again."

Ding Ping hugged Zhang Shiyu to stop her from acting up, afraid she'd get tired: "I'm not lying to you, I'm already very happy."

Zhang Shiyu said no! Ding Ping had no choice but to obediently pat Zhang Shiyu's rounded buttocks. Zhang Shiyu kneaded Ding Ping's scrotum with one hand, her tongue swirling around the head of his penis. Ding Ping made Zhang Shiyu turn to face him, saying, "Let me see how you make me feel good."

Zhang Shiyu obediently turned around, brushing her hair back with her hand, looking at Ding Ping seductively, and asked, "Is it good?" Then she closed her eyes and focused intently on sucking Ding Ping's penis.

Ding Ping said, "It's good, and only I can see it."

Stimulated by these words, Zhang Shiyu groaned heavily, violently shaking her head, deeply swallowing and releasing Ding Ping's penis.

In the midst of his pleasure, Ding Ping noticed Zhang Shiyu was exhausted and said, "That's enough, I'm really satisfied."

Zhang Shiyu wasn't willing; she straddled Ding Ping, taking his penis into her flower path, moving up and down, her full breasts swaying with each stroke.

Ding Ping reached out and gently pinched the nipples of her breasts, tenderly admiring them. At this moment, it was no longer just physical pleasure, but a spiritual joy that surged through Ding Ping's heart. When Zhang Shiyu collapsed weakly on Ding Ping, he turned her over and placed her on the bed.

Her dreamlike moans were like ripples on a river in a gentle breeze, incomparably beautiful. Zhang Shiyu's beautiful face was flushed like the evening glow, burning Ding Ping with a heat that made him... He felt refreshed and invigorated. Every inch of her skin, smooth as cream, was so supple and alluring!

Ding Ping, amidst her pleasure, slowly caressed her body, gently, afraid of missing a single temptation. Finally, his hand rested on her full, soft, white breasts, gently holding them.

Ding Ping could clearly feel Zhang Shiyu's pulse throbbing in his hand! Her pink nipples had undergone a physical transformation under his caresses. Zhang Shiyu's mouth nibbled and kissed Ding Ping's body, her involuntary moans slightly hoarse, yet incredibly beautiful! His

penis, glistening from Zhang Shiyu's fluids, stood erect at her entrance. Ding Ping asked her, "Can you come again?"

Zhang Shiyu nodded and said, "Come on, I'm so happy, I want you, I want you to ravage me. I like you to ravage me roughly." Ding

Ping's heart leaped, and he quickly and forcefully thrust his penis into Zhang Shiyu's flower garden, pumping and pounding wildly.

Amidst the warm, panting breaths and Zhang Shiyu's cries of climax, Ding Ping tenderly and carefully moistened and irrigated Zhang Shiyu's weary flower garden, lying motionless on top of her, enjoying the tranquility after the storm.

Chapter Seventy-Eight: Mary's Pleasure

Finally, the day arrived for Ding Ping to study abroad. Ding Ping didn't let anyone go to the airport to see him off. He said, "If so many of you go to see me off, it wouldn't be good if someone recognized you. If I only let a few of you go, it wouldn't be fair to those who didn't go." "

Seeing that Ding Ping's reasoning was somewhat flawed, everyone listened to him and none of them went to the airport to see him off. They were also worried that he might lose control and cry at the airport, which would be even worse.

After a flight of more than ten hours, Ding Ping finally got off the plane. His mind was full of questions about how to get to the school and who to report to. But to his surprise, as soon as he exited the airport exit, Ding Ping saw a large sign with his Chinese name on it. Ding Ping felt a little surprised, but also a little doubtful: Who would come to pick me up here? I don't have any friends here.

Then Ding Ping saw the person holding the sign: it was Mary!

Mary also saw Ding Ping coming out of the exit and suddenly hugged him: "Ding Ping, you've finally come."

"Thank you for coming to pick me up," Ding Ping said, hugging her. "But how did you know when I would arrive?" “

I have a good friend studying at your school. I asked her to report everything about you to me. I didn’t expect you to be a celebrity there. As soon as I mentioned your name, my friend knew immediately. She told me yesterday that you had already flown here,” Mary said excitedly.

Ding Ping could tell that she was genuinely happy for his arrival, which touched him deeply. “I could have just gone to the school by myself. Why bother you to come and pick me up?”

“It’s your first time here. You should relax. Why rush to the school?” Mary said. “Come to my house first. Let me be your host and spend a few days with you. It will also be a chance for me to repay your hospitality last time.”

“To your house? Isn’t that inconvenient?” Ding Ping hesitated. There were so many people at her house. Wouldn’t it be inconvenient to bother them?

“What’s inconvenient about it? My parents admire you very much and are very interested in your country. They want me to bring you to their house more often so they can learn about your country’s long history.” "Mary said excitedly, "When I told them you were visiting our country and might not come back, they were very disappointed. This was the first time I'd ever seen them look like that."

Ding Ping could no longer refuse, so he went to Mary's house with her.

This time, Mary's father looked pleasantly surprised: "Ding Ping, you're here? Welcome!"

Mary's mother said, "Mary, didn't you say Ding Ping wouldn't come? Why is he here now?"

So Mary told them what had happened, and they understood. They insisted that Ding Ping stay with them for a few days before going to school.

Ding Ping stayed at Mary's house, and during the day, she took him to a nature park he hadn't visited before, letting him immerse himself in nature and appreciate its beauty.

In the evenings, back at Mary's house, Ding Ping became their history teacher, telling them about Chinese history. He started with myths and legends, beginning with the Yellow Emperor and continuing to the founding of the People's Republic of China.

Ding Ping's narration was somewhat rough, but he explained the characteristics of each dynasty very well, allowing Mary's parents to grasp the key points and gain a comprehensive understanding of Chinese history.

Over the next few days, Mary began to regard Ding Ping as her lover, and Ding Ping's heart was filled with sweetness; his liking for Mary had turned into love. Mary's parents seemed to approve of their relationship and were very happy about their interactions.

Whenever Mary was happy, she would hug Ding Ping and shower him with passionate kisses on the cheek, whether they were out or at home. Ding Ping, after a little initial discomfort, quickly got used to it, as Mary's parents often kissed passionately in front of their children at home, though they rarely kissed on the lips.

On the third day, Ding Ping decided to go to school to register. That evening, Mary and Ding Ping went to her bedroom, and Mary hugged Ding Ping, saying, "These past two days have been the happiest of my life. I'm so grateful for the happiness you've brought me."

"I should be thanking you," Ding Ping replied. "You made me feel at home in this strange place."

“I’m telling the truth. I’ve never dated any boys in my life, which worries my parents. They’re afraid I have some kind of psychological problem, and they’ve made me see many psychologists, but I just find it very difficult to get along with boys,” Mary said. “Last time, some of my classmates talked about you. I also study computer technology, and after hearing about you, I became very curious about you, so I went to see you with them. During the few days I spent with you, I felt very happy, so I looked for opportunities to be alone with you. That’s why I stayed behind after they left.”

“I feel honored to have met you,” Ding Ping said. “Among those six or seven people, you spoke the least, and you are exceptionally beautiful. I thought you had some opinion about me, but you ended up staying behind alone and even invited me to your home. I was flattered.”

“I told you last time that I love you!” Mary blushed and lowered her head after saying this.

“I love you too!” Ding Ping said the same thing this time, expressing his feelings. He had fallen in love with her since her last visit to China.

"Since you love me, why don't you get intimate with me?" Mary felt relieved after hearing Ding Ping's confession, but she was still a little confused.

"That's just the difference between our Chinese and your cultures," Ding Ping said. "In China, a boy and girl's relationship doesn't necessarily develop until it's very close, until they're sure they'll get married."

"Oh, is that so?" Mary suddenly understood. "I always thought you didn't love me, which made me secretly sad several times. As long as we love each other, we can be together; we don't necessarily have to get married in the future."

Although she was speaking about their national customs, there was a certain implication in her words, which Ding Ping could easily understand. Ding Ping hugged Mary. "Mary, I'm really grateful to you, and I love you very much."

After saying that, he kissed Mary, and Mary returned the kiss passionately. This time, Mary's technique was much better than last time.

Mary sat very close to Ding Ping, dressed in her favorite denim outfit, exuding a childlike charm. Her bright, large eyes gazed at Ding Ping with a childlike yet focused intensity. Her full lips were slightly pursed. She wore a black cotton skirt, a common winter garment, and light gray sneakers. Light black stockings tightly hugged her sexy, slender legs, her rounded knees gently pressed together. Along the hem of her skirt, the outline of her full, rounded calves was faintly visible.

Ding Ping reached out and took Mary's arm. Through the fabric, his fingers could clearly feel the soft skin of her waist. She obediently nestled against him, one hand gently around Ding Ping's back. Ding Ping's other hand caressed her knee, gently stroking it. After a moment, his fingers gently parted the hem of her skirt, slightly pulling her knees apart, exploring the inside of her thighs. Ding Ping immediately felt Mary's slightly trembling, voluptuous body.

Mary was tall but voluptuous, with firm, prominent breasts, typical of a curvaceous woman. Her denim outfit accentuated her full curves and long legs. When Ding Ping first saw her, her denim attire perfectly outlined her rounded, full figure.

Ding Ping's fingers greedily savored every inch of Mary's softness and smoothness, uncontrollably advancing deeper into her legs. Soon, his fingertips were enveloped by the warm, moist scent of her lower body, reaching the juncture of her legs. Through Mary's pantyhose, he could feel the soft, moist contours of her buttocks and thighs. Mary trembled, clamping her legs together and gripping Ding Ping's hands tightly.

Mary was a girl with no sexual experience; before meeting Ding Ping, she had never even held hands with a boy. Although she harbored no suspicion towards Ding Ping, and even a hint of desire, she still reacted instinctively when his hand actually touched her.

While Mary was tense, Ding Ping's hand remained between her legs, making no further move. Instead, he used his other hand to pull her increasingly hot body closer, and his lips pressed against hers. Their lips met instantly, the warm, full, and soft touch numbing Mary's mind, and she let out a suppressed gasp.

Ding Ping hadn't expected that in a country like the U.S., there were still conservative girls like Mary; it seemed his previous understanding of their country was incomplete.

"Mary, I love you!" Ding Ping whispered sweet nothings in Mary's ear, trying to relax her.

Mary responded with soft, incoherent words, but Ding Ping couldn't understand a word she said.

As Ding Ping spoke, he vigorously rubbed Mary's swollen breasts through her clothes with his right hand. They were incredibly soft and full to the touch. After only a few rubs, Mary felt her breasts swell, and her breathing became rapid. Ding Ping breathed hot air into Mary's ear, gently nibbling her soft earlobe. At the same time, he released Mary's breasts with his right hand, one hand holding Mary's slender waist, and the other hand reaching between Mary's legs towards her full and elastic buttocks.

Mary slumped softly into Ding Ping's arms, letting him freely caress her. Ding Ping then took off her denim jacket, revealing a bright red corset underneath. As soon as he unbuttoned the corset, Ding Ping saw Mary's proud, high, full breasts covered by a white, strapless bra with a semi-transparent upper layer and lace trim on the lower layer, pressing against her large, soft mounds and creating a deep cleavage on her snow-white chest.

This made Mary's breasts appear even fuller and more robust, her alluring cleavage seemingly bottomless thanks to her bra, the patterns of which were faintly visible on either side. Her plump breasts rose and fell within the half-cup bra, revealing a pair of pink nipples.

The vibrant color before him instantly caused Ding Ping's penis to swell rapidly, standing erect in his trousers, pressing against Mary's plump buttocks as she sat on his lap.

Ding Ping deftly unhooked Mary's bra, and her pair of fair and firm breasts sprang out. Before him stood a pair of astonishingly white peaks, remarkably erect and elastic, with pert pink areolas and two small, cherry-sized nipples.

Ding Ping hadn't expected Mary's body to be so perfect: a smooth, slender neck, a body like solidified cream, a delicate, curvaceous, smooth waist, plump, almost translucent buttocks, and long legs—all perfectly proportioned, neither too much nor too little.

Ding Ping kissed Mary's moist lips while caressing the delicate, pinkish-white skin of her chest. His hand grasped Mary's breasts; they were firm yet elastic, springing back with each gentle press. They were enormous, too large for one hand to fully encircle. The comfortable feel made Ding Ping unable to resist increasing the pressure on Mary's breasts.

Mary was unbearably itchy from Ding Ping's touch, waves of pleasure shooting through her senses like electric currents, causing her plump buttocks to sway and twist incessantly. She clutched Ding Ping's head tightly with both hands, letting out pleasurable, seductive breaths.

Ding Ping continued to vigorously knead Mary's breasts, causing her delicate brows to furrow. The slightly painful kneading felt more stimulating than usual, seemingly arousing her inner desires even more.

Ding Ping's hand reached behind her, unzipping her skirt. The wide, voluminous skirt slid down to Mary's fair feet. Then, Ding Ping pulled Mary's pantyhose off her body, revealing another intense visual impact. Mary was wearing a white silk thong today, which bulged and covered her "forbidden area." Ding Ping peeled off Mary's thong, and her genitals were exposed to his eyes. There, a glistening, shimmering spring was already flowing, reflecting the golden pubic hair covering it—it was incredibly alluring.

Mary's abdomen was flat and smooth, and her two rounded, smooth thighs were like two perfectly sculpted pieces of white jade, without a single flaw. At the base of her beautiful legs, between her snow-white thighs, a small mound was covered with dense, soft pubic hair, forming an inverted triangle that softly covered Mary's mysterious "forbidden zone."

Ding Ping stroked and caressed Mary's pubic hair; it was smooth and delicate, shimmering with gold, as soft as silk. Mary's private area was as captivating as her face and figure. "How beautiful!" Ding Ping exclaimed.

Mary's beauty, her exquisite figure, and her smooth, delicate skin left Ding Ping in awe. Ding Ping parted Mary's snow-white, rounded legs, revealing a seductive crevice glistening with a constant flow of wetness. Her two tender, bright red labia opened and closed rhythmically, as alluring as Mary's cherry lips, enticing Ding Ping to explore deeper.

Ding Ping's hands carefully caressed the entrance to Mary's moist paradise, then he used his fingers to pry open her labia, which were tightly closed. Ding Ping then pinched her soft, moist petals, sending a tingling, itchy sensation through Mary, making her tremble in his arms.

Slowly, Ding Ping felt his fingers become wet. He squeezed the small protrusion between Mary's folds, and Mary couldn't help but let out a long "humph," emitting waves of moans and cries. Her soft body responded to Ding Ping's caresses of her paradise, trembling irregularly in his arms.

Mary was now moaning incessantly, sprawled there like a lump of mud, her lips still uttering words Ding Ping couldn't understand. The beautiful woman's calls and alluring sight made Ding Ping increasingly unable to resist, and he couldn't bear to keep Mary waiting any longer. He immediately pressed his penis against Mary's tight vulva, then thrust his hips forward, and with a "whoosh," Ding Ping's penis entered Mary's vulva, directly hitting the depths of her clitoris.

It was Mary's first time doing this with a man; her vulva was small and tight, and suddenly encountering Ding Ping's thick, long penis, she couldn't help but cry out in pain. Ding Ping quickly eased his pressure, leaving his penis inside her without moving, allowing Mary some time to adjust. After two or three minutes, Mary's pain disappeared, replaced by intense pleasure.

Mary glanced at Ding Ping with boundless allure, moaning as she felt the immense pleasure he brought her. The blissful, euphoric feeling drove her almost mad. Mary twisted and shook her large, plump buttocks violently, emitting seductive moans. Her desperate, yearning expression, so pitiful and endearing, further fueled Ding Ping's lust. He embraced Mary's soft, slender waist and began a frenzied thrusting. His hot, thick penis repeatedly plunged deep into Mary's core.

Under Ding Ping's vigorous thrusting, Mary cried out loudly, her voice growing louder and louder. Then, her whole body trembled, her tender flesh spasming and sucking on Ding Ping's penis. Suddenly, gushes of fluid gushed from deep within Mary's body. Mary reached her first orgasm, collapsing limply onto the bed, motionless.

During Ding Ping and Mary's passionate lovemaking, they were undisturbed. Mary's parents, siblings, and others acted as if they weren't home, highlighting the significant difference in mindset between the U.S. and China. Such a situation would be virtually impossible in China.

Ding Ping and Mary lay in bed, enjoying the tranquility after their climax. Mary's face radiated happiness, which Ding Ping recognized as genuine, and he felt a surge of emotion.

Chapter Seventy-Nine: Reunion.

But Ding Ping recalled his instructor's words during his training in China: "To extract secrets, agents from various countries employ numerous methods, practically anything goes. Beauty, family ties, friendship, and even so-called love—whatever you need, they can fulfill it to achieve their goals." He also cited many famous cases as evidence.

"Is Mary part of their scheme?" Ding Ping pondered this question. "Seeing her affection for me, it doesn't seem feigned. My 'Flower School' technique allows me to sense whether the other party's feelings are genuine, purely lustful, or merely a perfunctory response." Ding Ping sensed neither of the latter two in Mary.

While Ding Ping was pondering these questions, Mary had fallen soundly asleep. Looking at her happy smile in her sleep, Ding Ping deduced that Mary had unintentionally participated in his gathering and wasn't a member of the U.S. organization. He couldn't imagine that someone so young could possess such superb acting skills, reaching such a masterful level, nor could she be so clever as to deceive his internal energy cultivation techniques.

"I'll just observe carefully in future operations," Ding Ping thought to himself. If he couldn't figure it out, he wouldn't dwell on it—that was Ding Ping's style; he never wasted his energy.

The next day, Mary accompanied Ding Ping to the school, helping him with registration, accommodation, and other procedures. After seeing the school's notification to the logistics department, Mary exclaimed in surprise, "Ding Ping, you're so lucky! The school has arranged a single-room student apartment for you. This is a privilege reserved for those who have made special contributions to the school."

"Really?" Ding Ping wasn't bothered by this. Since they had gone to so much trouble to invite him here, the treatment he received couldn't be bad, and there would definitely be more favorable conditions to come.

"Why are you reacting like that?" Mary was puzzled by Ding Ping's indifferent response. "These kinds of student apartments are generally unavailable; they're a symbol of achievement, and even if you have money, you can't get one."

"Oh? Is that so?" Ding Ping became interested. "I thought the school was just giving me special treatment. It seems that's not the case."

By this time, they had arrived at the student apartment area. Ding Ping lived in apartment number 28. Mary opened the door, and Ding Ping went in and was truly surprised. Inside, in addition to all the furniture needed for living, there were modern office facilities such as computers with fiber optic access and typewriters, and it was even a suite.

"Isn't it a bit wasteful to give such an apartment to one person?" Ding Ping said after looking around.

"Today I finally see what a single apartment looks like." Mary was even happier than Ding Ping. "You don't know, for students at our school, living in an apartment like this is the highest aspiration while at school."

“How about this, it’s a bit wasteful for me to live alone. Why don’t you move in with me? You won’t have to keep coming home,” Ding Ping said to Mary.

“You want me to live here?” Mary was a little incredulous at Ding Ping’s invitation.

“Yes, I can’t possibly live in all these houses by myself. You’ll have company.”

“Then I’ll come tomorrow!” Mary was still very excited. Besides her longing for this place, she was also excited because she could live with the person she loved.

“Go move your things over this afternoon, and we’ll celebrate,” Ding Ping said.

Mary hugged Ding Ping and kissed him on the cheek: “Okay, let’s go move them. I’ll pay tonight.”

After saying that, she pulled Ding Ping and rushed out of the school.

At dinner that night, the most regrettable thing was that neither of them was under eighteen and couldn’t drink alcohol, otherwise they would have definitely drunk themselves into oblivion.

Back in the apartment, Mary looked at everything in the room and felt a sense of being in her own home. She thought to herself: I finally have my own space. Although it’s Ding Ping’s, Ding Ping is the person she loves, so it’s as if it’s her own.

A surge of emotion welled up in Mary's heart. She and Ding Ping sat together, embracing, and she said, "You have no idea how happy I am right now. I feel the warmth of home, it's so comforting."

Ding Ping was also moved, kissing Mary's lips and saying, "I feel so happy too. You gave me a home, you didn't let me feel lonely in this foreign land. Thank you!"

Ding Ping turned on the computer in the room, playing Bandari's "Silent Forest." The music made them feel as if they were in a warm, inviting forest, a feeling of happiness and peace rising within them.

In the tranquility, the distant sound of church bells resonated, touching their very souls. As the melody shifted, the passion of life in nature burst forth, a tremendous surge of love flooding Ding Ping and Mary's hearts. Ding Ping seemed to see a silent forest ahead, shimmering with green light, a vibrant expanse. That green ocean rolled with passion, revealing a world of happiness and harmony. That vibrant world swept over them, and at that moment, the earth stopped turning; life was sacred and precious.

He didn't know how it started with Mary, only that when he held her tightly, her breathing became rapid, and she was completely immersed in Ding Ping's ocean of love, uttering beautiful, joyful moans. A warm, fragrant scent, a mixture of Mary's happiness and longing, permeated Ding Ping's heart, almost making him dizzy.

Then, Ding Ping's face touched her burning cheeks—burning cheeks, burning heart! He suddenly pushed her away instinctively, looking at her, and saw a person immersed in immense happiness, eyes slightly closed, bright red lips slightly parted; saw a person yearning to enjoy love, face flushed, a layer of faint glow on her fair and smooth face; saw an excited and agitated person, immersed in the impulse of passion, chest heaving violently; saw a person exuding a unique fragrance, pure and noble.

"Mary, you are so beautiful, like a goddess. Tonight I will definitely let you experience divine pleasure," Ding Ping whispered gently in Mary's ear.

Under Ding Ping's caresses and incited words, the fire within Mary was ignited. She seemed to muster her courage before leaning close to Ding Ping's ear and saying, "I'm ready, waiting for you. Come on."

In the darkness, Ding Ping couldn't see Mary's expression, but from her rapid breathing and almost burning cheeks, he knew she was truly ready. Mary wrapped her arms around Ding Ping's neck, her waist arching slightly forward, seemingly ready to receive his thrusts. Ding Ping wanted to continue arousing her, so he inserted his right middle finger into her vaginal canal. It slid smoothly, the surrounding walls gripping his finger tightly. Because of the ample lubrication, his finger moved freely between the walls of Mary's vaginal walls.

A moment later, Ding Ping reluctantly withdrew his right hand, slightly bent his knees, and spread Mary's thighs apart, adopting a half-squatting position. He positioned Mary's thighs across his own, forming a straddle posture, aligning her overflowing vulva with his already erect and ready penis.

Ding Ping grasped his almost spitting penis with his right hand, supported Mary's buttocks with his left hand, and with a combined effort, he smoothly pushed his penis into Mary's tight, warm vulva. Ding Ping released his right hand, pushed his knees outward a little, and simultaneously exerted force on Mary's back, pulling her body closer and thrusting his lower abdomen forward, so that his entire penis was swallowed by Mary's vulva!

Mary bent her legs, hooking her feet tightly around Ding Ping's waist, making her vulva even more prominent and closer to Ding Ping's penis. Ding Ping occasionally swayed his hips, grinding his penis deep into Mary's core. Mary's hair flew wildly, her body trembled, and she cried out in unrestrained pleasure, tormented by Ding Ping's thrusts, which varied in speed and depth.

After a round of frenzied thrusting, Ding Ping lifted Mary's left leg, turning her to her side. With the angle of his penetration changing, Mary's already tight vaginal canal became even narrower, increasing the force of Ding Ping's thrusts. Mary, pressed beneath Ding Ping, groaned even louder.

At this point, Mary was completely defenseless against Ding Ping's penetration, trembling, biting her lip, displaying an extremely beautiful expression of pleasure. Her vaginal canal was relentlessly ravaged by Ding Ping's penis, moving up and down, deep and shallow.

Mary's performance spurred Ding Ping to thrust even harder, and although the continuous battle left him breathless, he persisted with his relentless, powerful thrusts! It seemed he wouldn't be satisfied until he penetrated Mary's alluring paradise. Mary was driven to ecstasy by Ding Ping's penetration, moaning seductively beneath him, her hair disheveled, panting heavily, her eyes glazed with desire. Her whole body felt incredibly comfortable, her

fragrant sweat and vaginal fluids soaking the sheets. Mary's flower path, with Ding Ping's penis inside her, contracted and expanded with the rhythm of his thrusts, her vaginal fluids overflowing, flowing down her white buttocks onto the sheets. Mary's small, red mouth was slightly open, she breathed heavily, lying on the bed, eyes closed, motionless, her expression shy and beautiful, her demeanor alluring and intoxicating.

At this moment, Ding Ping felt Mary's entire flower path tightly sucking and writhing around his penis. He knew that his repeated stimulation had pushed Mary to repeated orgasms, filling her flower path with her vaginal fluids.

A moment later, the waves of pleasure emanating from his penis intensified. Mary was nearing the peak of her sexual climax and could no longer withstand Ding Ping's rapid onslaught. Suddenly, she felt a spasm in her vaginal canal, and a gush of vaginal fluid surged towards her cervix. The inner walls of her vagina contracted, tightly gripping Ding Ping's penis. At the same time, she thrust her hips upwards, engulfing his penis completely in her vaginal canal. Her two shapely, long legs tightly gripped Ding Ping's waist from behind. Then, Mary collapsed weakly and limply onto the bed, having reached her climax.

Ding Ping held Mary and fell asleep peacefully.

The next day, Ding Ping resumed his normal studies. He contacted each of the women in his family who had left a lasting impression on him, telling them about his situation, especially Zhang Shiyu, whom he offered more words of advice and expressed his deepest longing.

Less than a week later, while Ding Ping was on a trip to the area to attend a forum, the six people who had been with him at the gathering gradually contacted him again. On the first Sunday of Ding Ping's formal studies, at Joey's suggestion, the eight of them had a get-together. This time, they didn't hold it in a hotel, but in Ding Ping's student apartment.

At the start of the party, Joey gave a warm welcome speech, and everyone gave a long thank-you speech at the end. Everyone drank, but not much, just a few symbolic drinks to express their joy at being reunited.

Besides twenty-year-old Joey and fifteen-year-old Mary, the other five people present were sixteen-year-old Karen, fifteen-year-old Lucy, seventeen-year-old Sherry, seventeen-year-old Beck, and eighteen-year-old Barton.

Karen, Lucy, and Shirley were all very pretty young girls with lively personalities. They chatted and laughed with Ding Ping without any awkwardness. This group of eight—four men and four women—was truly a gathering of exceptional individuals; the boys were all handsome, and the girls were all beautiful.

"Except for Mary, who joined on her own, it's really not easy to find all these people in such a short time. It's clear that U.S. is full of talent," Ding Ping thought to himself, praising them inwardly.

As the night deepened and their gathering came to an end, when the others learned that Ding Ping had invited Mary to stay at Apartment 28, they congratulated her—first, that she had found her true love, and second, that she would be receiving guidance from a renowned teacher.

Mary blushed and thanked them in return.

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