[Urban] Tengu (all)-10-12

Chapter Two: The Way of Taekwondo

"Bang, bang, bang!" A series of loud knocks woke me up. The already flimsy wooden door wobbled precariously under the force of the pounding, like a candle flickering in the wind.

"Damn it! Who's knocking on my door so early in the morning? I don't owe anyone money!" I cursed inwardly. I played games until 5 a.m. last night and was exhausted. I pulled the covers over my head and tried to sleep, whatever.

"Open the door! Open the door! Xiao Qiang, open the door!" Li Xiong's voice came from outside.

"What's this kid doing here today? Doesn't he have work?" I wondered. Despite my reluctance, I got out of bed, went over, unlatched the door, and opened it.

"What brings you here today, Young Master Li?" I asked groggily.

"Damn it! You forgot? The Taekwondo Association has a meeting today! I tried calling you, but your phone was off, so I came straight to your hideout." Li Xiong punched me the moment we met.

He pointed at me, exclaimed, and asked, "You... how did you get so old?"

I staggered back into the room. Li Xiong's punch was powerful, and I was tired and sleepy, so I wasn't prepared and got hit squarely. Normally, how could I have been hit by him? I'm a fourth-degree black belt in Taekwondo! He's only a first-degree black belt.

"What are you yelling about? How am I old? You're just making a fuss!" I said impatiently.

"You say you're not old? Look at yourself, look at what you've become! Huh? Where's Fei Fei?" Li Xiong said, pulling my arm and dragging me to the bathroom mirror.

I stood in front of the mirror, almost unrecognizable. My hair was a tangled mess, utterly lusterless; my beard, like a hedgehog's quills, covered my chin and cheeks; my eyes were dull and lifeless; my once fleshy cheeks were sunken and thin; my face was pale and sallow, as if I had aged decades in an instant. It was as if I were seeing myself thirty years from now.

I was speechless, and tears streamed down my face uncontrollably. Three days—three days had made me look thirty years older! After Feifei left, I didn't leave my room. I played games day and night, chatted online all day, ate instant noodles when I was hungry, drank tap water when I was thirsty, and only slept when I was exhausted. Only in this way could I forget my sadness, only in this way could I not have time to be sad, only in this way could I sleep from exhaustion. In these three days, I rested for no more than ten hours.

"Xiaoqiang, what's wrong? Did something sad happen? Tell me, see if I can help you, brother," Li Xiong panicked when he saw me crying and quickly asked with concern.

Suddenly, Li Xiong seemed to notice something and asked, "Huh? Where's Feifei? Did she go home?"

I wiped away my tears and calmly said, "No, Feifei went abroad. She went abroad with Chen Fugui."

"What? She went abroad with that bastard Chen Fugui? How is that possible? Feifei isn't the kind of person who loves money! Did you two have a fight? You must have bullied her!" Li Xiong shouted in surprise and disbelief.

I didn't believe Feifei was a money-loving person either. Otherwise, why would she have chosen a poor guy like me? But now she really did go abroad with a rich man because I was poor. Isn't that loving money? How could I bully her? I love her and spoil her.

Seeing that I didn't speak, Li Xiong continued to ramble on, "I was right, wasn't I? Feifei is so good, gentle and beautiful..."

"Damn it! Why bring that up? Instead of comforting me, he's rubbing salt into my wounds. That's inhumane!" I thought angrily.

Li Xiong's words stabbed at my heart like a knife, reminding me again of Fei Fei's heartless departure. I was going crazy. I turned around and roared, "Stop talking!" I slammed my fist against the bathroom door with a loud "bang," the door denting and then cracking outwards from the dent.

Li Xiong suddenly stepped back, instinctively startled by my roar. He looked at me in surprise, never expecting the usually polite Li Xiong to yell at him like that.

Li Xiong thought, "His self-control is so good! Why is he like this today? Is what he said true? Three and a half years of love gone just like that, how can he not be heartbroken? How pitiful!" Li Xiong

quickly changed the subject, saying, "Okay, I won't say anymore. Hurry up and get ready. The conference officially starts at ten o'clock, and it's already past nine. It won't be good to be late!"

My agitated heart finally calmed down. Hearing about the conference, a wave of shame suddenly washed over me. How could I be so unable to control myself? The spirit of Taekwondo emphasizes courtesy, righteousness, integrity, shame, self-discipline, patience, and perseverance. It not only trains the strength of the feet and fists but also cultivates the spiritual qualities of the "Way." A black belt is not a crowning achievement of personal honor but a responsibility; it signifies a practitioner and upholder of martial arts. A black belt represents fighting technique, but even more so, it represents an attitude towards life. And I'm supposed to be a master!

"Da Xiong, sorry, I lost control a bit," I whispered. "

It's okay, it's okay, hurry up and wash your face and brush your teeth! Get yourself together," Li Xiong laughed, then pushed me into the bathroom.

Li Xiong is my good friend, a finance major, and a classmate of that bastard Chen Fugui. Li Xiong's father owns a large company, so he's naturally the heir. During his senior year, he went to help out at his father's company—a sort of internship! He started from the bottom, accumulating experience and qualifications for future management. He's not exactly a spoiled brat.

Li Xiong and I met through Taekwondo. It was the first semester of my sophomore year. I had already become the president of the Taekwondo Association, frequently leading members in performances at large school events to promote the association and showcase the boundless charm of Taekwondo kicks and its benefits for fitness, health, and self-defense.

That semester, the association, which originally had only about fifty members, exploded to over two hundred. I can say I was the biggest contributor to the Jiaxing University Taekwondo Association; I made it flourish and thrive at the university.

Back then, Li Xiong often caused trouble on campus, bullying classmates because of his martial arts skills. Later, seeing me promoting Taekwondo and being the president of the association, he came to provoke me, speaking rudely. I tolerated it for a long time, but I couldn't take it anymore and accepted his challenge. In the school's martial arts hall, I personally went to fight him one-on-one.

I started practicing Taekwondo in my first year of high school, and by my second year of university, I had become a second-degree black belt. However, my actual skill level was already at the third-degree black belt level. Li Xiong's fancy moves were only good for intimidating average students; he was no match for me

. Li Xiong immediately launched into a frenzied fight. I flipped over his head and delivered a powerful low kick, knocking him to the ground. Of course, I controlled my strength perfectly, knocking him down without injuring him. In the next round, we stood face to face . Just as he was about

to raise his leg, I delivered a front kick, my foot already striking directly in front of him, firmly controlling him. Li Xiong was unconvinced and demanded a rematch. We stood face to face again. This time, as he prepared to attack, I again delivered a front kick, striking before his fist could even form. No matter what Li Xiong tried to do, I was always there, firmly controlling him. Li Xiong completely surrendered on the spot.

Later, Li Xiong wanted to join the Taekwondo Association and personally approached me to request membership, asking for my personal instruction. Of course, under my grueling training, Li Xiong skipped classes every day to practice diligently, and his skill level improved by leaps and bounds. He completed the first to eighth chapters of "Tai Chi Chapter" in one year. After another year of my guidance, he finally passed the rank exam in the first semester of his senior year and was promoted to first dan black belt.

It was during that considerable period that Li Xiong and I became best friends. Strictly speaking, I was his mentor! At first, he called me "Master," but after we got to know each other better, he started calling me "Xiao Qiang." Of course, I didn't mind and let him call me that. Even so, he still respected me and was even a little afraid of me.

Li Xiong walked around my room and saw that the furnishings were a mess, dirty clothes were scattered everywhere, two smelly socks were hanging on the back of the chair, and a large sandbag with a bright yellow buffalo hide was hanging in the corner.

It was quite sturdy. "Didn't Xiao Qiang buy this room two years ago before he rented it? This sandbag was a big help during my hellish training back then!" Li Xiong thought nostalgically. Seeing the sandbag, he couldn't help but get excited. He stomped his right foot on the ground, turned his body ninety degrees to the right, and kicked out with his left leg in an arc. "Thwack!" His left heel slammed hard into the sandbag.

With a "whoosh," a pile of sand suddenly spilled out of the sandbag.

"Huh? How did it break? Has my skill improved? To kick this leather sandbag, you'd need at least 800 kilograms of force." Li Xiong thought excitedly. He went over to examine the tear in the sandbag, only to find that it had only ever had a small crack; he hadn't actually kicked it open. He had simply enlarged the crack.

"This kid's skill has improved a lot again. He's become so powerful in just two weeks," Li Xiong thought to himself. He ran his hand over the crack in the sandbag, closed his eyes, and tried to feel the force of his kick.

I came out of the bathroom and saw Li Xiong strangely touching the sandbag. I smiled and asked, "What's wrong, Xiong? I didn't realize you were so attached to that sandbag! You're so excited, is it really necessary to be so affectionate?"

Li Xiong turned around and saw me. I was handsome and dashing, 1.78 meters tall, with a clean-shaven beard that gave me a particularly masculine air. My eyes were clear and bright, my muscles were strong and powerful, my abs were bulging, and my legs were long, exuding boundless energy.

"Xiong, why are you staring at me like that? It's like you don't know me," I asked, amused.

"This guy is definitely a womanizer!" Li Xiong thought to himself, staring at me with a strange expression for a while, then feigning surprise, "Wow! Clothes really do make the man! Three parts looks, seven parts dressing up. Look, you look much more energetic and handsome now that you've dressed up."

I had just come out of the bathroom, wearing only trousers and shirtless. Where did I get any clothes or dressing up? This kid is clearly talking nonsense.

"Damn! You've known me for a while now. I've always been this handsome! How do people describe me? A man of exceptional talent, vast knowledge, universally loved, dashing, invincible, a social trendsetter, a heartthrob who captivates countless girls, a leading figure in society!" I said proudly.

"Xiao Qiang, when did your punching bag break? It's only been two years and it's already broken? Is this still a brand name product?" Li Xiong quickly changed the subject.

I was rummaging through my drawers, finding a t-shirt, and putting it on. I said casually, "I accidentally tore it a couple of days ago while practicing kicks, doing a double kick combo. Okay, let's go!"

Today is the Taekwondo Association's last gathering this semester, a farewell party for graduating seniors and an assessment meeting for members. As the honorary president, I have no reason not to attend. I led the Taekwondo Association for two years, during which time it developed significantly, becoming the largest club at Chiayi University.

Last year, when I entered my senior year, I had to step down as president due to my busy internship schedule. A junior student, Afei, a basketball major in the sports college, became president, and I was elected honorary president by the members. Unable to refuse, I reluctantly accepted this honorary title.

Starting in the second semester of my sophomore year, I rented a house off-campus with Feifei. It was an old-style house near the school, very convenient to get to, only a half-hour bus ride away. As soon as

I went downstairs, I saw Li Xiong's Audi A6 parked in the courtyard. I really envied him; he was born with a silver spoon in his mouth. Graduation ceremony had just ended, and his father had bought him this car, and he had been promoted to deputy manager of the administration department.

A good car is just different! It was very comfortable, completely smooth, even when turning at high speed, it still drove steadily, without any feeling of centrifugal force causing imbalance. Damn, when I have money, I'll get a nice car to play with.

Li Xiong parked the car, and we walked towards the school's martial arts hall. Several flower baskets and balloons were placed at the entrance of the martial arts hall, and a few beautiful female members stood as greeters, all indicating that today's meeting was important.

When the female greeters saw me arrive, they excitedly surrounded me, shouting, "Brother Qiang! Brother Qiang is here!"

"Wow! Brother Qiang looks so handsome today!"

"Brother Qiang, come on, let me show you in!"

Li Xiong chuckled beside me, "Ladies, don't I look handsome today?"

Li Xiong was wearing sunglasses, a black suit jacket over a white shirt, and black leather shoes—a pretty cool look.

One of the beautiful women innocently asked, "Brother Qiang, is this brother your bodyguard?"

I thought to myself that this woman was so cute that I couldn't help but burst out laughing, even though I tried hard not to.

Li Xiong's lingering smile froze on his face, as if he had just stepped in dog poop; his face turned incredibly sour, and he was so embarrassed he wanted to buy a block of tofu and smash his head against it.

A beautiful woman who recognized Li Xiong quickly stepped in to smooth things over, saying, "Brother Xiong, I'm sorry, Xiaohong only joined this semester and hasn't seen you before. Please don't take it personally." Then she said to Xiaohong, "This is Brother Xiong, he's a master in our association! A first-degree black belt."

Xiaohong blushed upon hearing this. Hearing that Li Xiong was a first-degree black belt, she immediately looked at him excitedly, her face flushed, and apologized, "I'm sorry, Brother Xiong..."

Li Xiong's frozen smile immediately blossomed like a spring flower, and he waved his hand smugly, laughing, "Hehe! It's alright, ignorance is no excuse!"

But the beautiful woman who introduced him suddenly added, "He's Brother Qiang's prized disciple!"

Li Xiong's face, which had just regained some color, suddenly turned pale again, like a blooming spring flower encountering frost and snow, withering away. His facial muscles twitched, his excitement reaching its peak.

"Oh my god! What bad luck to run into these people today!" Li Xiong thought to himself.

I laughed heartily, stretched out my left arm, put my arm around Li Xiong's shoulder, and said smugly, "Good disciple, come on, let's take our seats." Li Xiong lowered his head and followed me into the martial arts hall, looking dejected.

The martial arts hall was already packed with people; nearly half the seats on all four sides were occupied. Afei had told me that the Taekwondo Association had gained another hundred members this year, bringing the total membership to nearly five hundred.

When Afei saw me come in, he waved vigorously from the stage and shouted, "Brother Qiang, Brother Qiang, over here, come sit over here!"

Liu Qiong, the head of the publicity department standing next to Afei, also waved slightly to me, a charming smile on her face, radiating boundless spring-like warmth.

I smiled slightly and waved back, indicating that I had seen her, and then walked over with Li Xiong.

On the stage, besides some Taekwondo Association officers, the association's coaches were all seated. The head coach, Ma Xiongjun, was the vice dean of our school's School of Physical Education and also a coach of the city's Taekwondo Association, a fifth-degree black belt.

When I was vigorously promoting Taekwondo, Ma Xiongjun strongly agreed with my approach. So when I asked him to be our coach, he readily agreed, happy to provide us with some technical guidance. The other coaches were all invited by him from the city association. It can be said that he has contributed greatly to the development of our Taekwondo association and helped us a lot. We have a mentor-student and friend relationship. After

greeting the coaches, I walked towards the seat with my name on it, but Liu Qiong excitedly pulled me, insisting that I sit next to her.

Liu Qiong said coquettishly, "Brother Qiang, come, sit here. I have some questions to ask you."

I smiled wryly at Afei. There was nothing I could do; everyone knew that Liu Qiong had a crush on me.

Seeing this, Li Xiong also came over, leering, "Beautiful lady, how about I sit next to you?" He had a lewd grin on his face, sticking out his tongue and tossing his head, making the ugly face of a wolf seeing a lamb.

"Go away, go away, go cool off somewhere else. Qiang-ge and I have a secret to discuss, and outsiders aren't allowed to eavesdrop," Liu Qiong said fiercely.

Li Xiong shrugged, spread his hands, and made a helpless and innocent expression before obediently sitting down on the other side.

Chapter Three: The Lovers' Corridor

I carefully observed Liu Qiong. Her long, flowing hair was tied back with a purple ribbon, making her look smart and capable, quite different from her usual ladylike image. She wore a pinkish-yellow t-shirt, her chest full and round, and dark blue athletic shorts, revealing her fair and slender thighs, smooth and delicate. She wore sneakers, with flesh-colored stockings peeking out from her ankles. Today, she wore no makeup, looking fresh and natural, like a lotus emerging from the water under the morning sun, appearing very youthful, lively, and energetic.

Liu Qiong displayed a charming smile, her cherry-red lips slightly parted, exuding an alluring quality. Two small dimples were deep around her mouth, making her extremely cute.

How come I never noticed how beautiful and charming Liu Qiong was before? I shook my head, suddenly realizing that it was a mistake to only see Fei Fei's beauty and ignore the beauty of other girls. I had given up the whole forest for one tree, the whole grassland for one blade of grass, and all the women in the world for one woman—what a terrible mistake!

Thinking about how I cried so much and was heartbroken for a woman, it was truly wrong of me! Fei Fei leaving me, I should feel fortunate! From now on, I am free, I can have the whole forest and the whole grassland.

"Brother Qiang, it's been so long since I've seen you, I missed you so much! When will you give me some pointers again?" Liu Qiong said affectionately, linking her arm with mine, without any hesitation, looking like a happy little woman.

Liu Qiong's words woke me from my reverie. How could I have such thoughts? I patted my head, feeling strange about my own thinking. I had always considered myself a peerless romantic, faithful to one person, affectionate but not promiscuous, charming but not vulgar, and appreciative of beautiful women.

I immediately felt myself surrounded by a dozen pairs of eyes, mostly envious and jealous. It turned out Liu Qiong had many suitors. Luckily, I was somewhat famous at school, known as the top fighter at Jiada University, otherwise I'd definitely be getting beaten up all the time.

Suddenly, a tingling sensation spread through my arm; a warm, soft mass of flesh pressed tightly against it.

I turned to look at Liu Qiong, who was pressed close to me. Beneath her arched eyebrows were a pair of large, watery eyes, brimming with affection. Her small lips were tightly pursed, rosy and alluring, and a deep cleavage was visible beneath her fair neck, the white flesh of her breasts dazzlingly bright. My breath caught in my throat, and a surge of male desire slowly began to rise in my mind.

"Quiet down, everyone! The assembly is about to begin!" Afei stood up and announced loudly. Instantly, the previously noisy martial arts hall fell silent. Afei continued, "Today is the last assembly of this semester. The agenda has two main parts. The first is to bid farewell to the graduating seniors and wish them all the best in finding their ideal jobs and passing their graduate school entrance exams. The second is to assess the members' progress over the past year. The first performance is a Taekwondo demonstration. Please welcome the Kamikaze Performance Team!"

With a powerful shout, ten Taekwondo performers, all wearing brown belts, jogged into the arena. They were all at the third-degree brown belt level. As soon as they entered, they each demonstrated various leg techniques, such as front hook kicks, stationary single-leg four-way round kicks, round kicks followed by reverse round kicks, round kicks followed by sliding leaps, and round kicks followed by back kicks, etc. Their leg techniques were clean, crisp, fast, and powerful, and their shouts were resounding.

It was the loud shouts of these performers that saved me. Liu Qiong kept writhing and squeezing me, and the seed of desire in my heart was about to grow into a tree. My penis swelled rapidly, and my pants were already slightly bulging.

Liu Qiong chuckled and whispered in my ear, "Brother Qiang, you're blushing." Her breath was fragrant, and the warm breath she exhaled hit my ear, making it tingle and itchy. The desire that had just subsided suddenly surged up again.

I quickly focused on watching the performance. The Kamikaze troupe was kicking wooden boards. Three members each held a wooden board stacked on top of each other. One member touched the ground with his left foot, suddenly leaped into the air, and kicked the bottom board with his right foot. Then, with a spin, he kicked the top board with his left foot. His movements were fast and his legwork was perfect, winning rounds of enthusiastic applause. I mechanically clapped my hands to distract myself.

But I couldn't calm down, I just couldn't concentrate. The desire in my heart wouldn't be extinguished this time; instead, it burned even brighter. I glanced at Liu Qiong, quietly left the podium, and slipped out of the martial arts hall.

The summer wind blew fiercely, carrying scorching heat. The earth felt like a steamer. The marble in front of the martial arts hall reflected the blazing sun, dazzling and making my head spin. The rising heat made my feet burn, it was unbearable.

I quickly fled this place and walked onto a shady path. The Bauhinia trees planted on both sides of the path were twenty or thirty years old, tall and lush. The sun couldn't penetrate them, only letting dappled light filter through the gaps between the branches. How cool it was here! A gentle breeze rustled through the branches, making a "whoosh, whoosh" sound, naturally bringing a sense of coolness to my heart. I opened my arms, embracing the enchanting breeze, closed my eyes, and my nose twitched as I desperately breathed in the fresh air.

Liu Qiong had always loved Huang Qiang—not just a casual liking, but a deep and unwavering love. However, Huang Qiang was a hopeless romantic, his eyes only for Yao Feifei, and he never paid her any attention. Although she frequently created opportunities to get close to him, tried to seduce him, and even considered becoming his mistress, Liu Qiong was willing to do anything to be with him. But even these humble desires never came true.

Liu Qiong was a year younger than Huang Qiang. In her sophomore year, she joined the Taekwondo Association as the head of the publicity department, working alongside Huang Qiang to promote the association and making significant contributions to its expansion.

After a year together, Liu Qiong fell deeply in love with Huang Qiang. He was not only handsome and charming, but also academically excellent, a prominent figure on campus, and had published numerous novels and papers. He had led his school's debate team to first place in the National College Debate Competition, demonstrating great decisiveness and dedication. Most importantly, he was a Taekwondo master with exceptional talent, superb leg techniques, and immense strength—the top Taekwondo practitioner in the association.

Huang Qiang was Liu Qiong's idol; he completely captured her heart, leaving no room for anyone else.

A few days ago, Liu Qiong went to the airport to see off a close female senior. She happened to see Huang Qiang's girlfriend, Yao Feifei, walking intimately with a man while dragging her luggage. She recognized the man; he was also a student at Jiaxing University, a wealthy young man who often drove around campus in a BMW.

Liu Qiong went over to greet Yao Feifei. Knowing that Liu Qiong had always liked Huang Qiang, Yao Feifei told her about her breakup with Huang Qiang and asked her to take good care of him in the future. Upon hearing this, Liu Qiong was overjoyed, thinking her opportunity had finally arrived. So, she began to seduce Huang Qiang, using her ample breasts to press against him, finally arousing his desire.

When Liu Qiong saw Huang Qiang blush, she felt a surge of triumphant joy. Later, seeing Huang Qiang leave the martial arts hall, she knew she was only one step away from success, and her joy was boundless. She then quietly slipped out of the martial arts hall under the pretext of going to the restroom. As

Liu Qiong walked out of the martial arts hall, she saw me walking slowly along the tree-lined path towards Jiaming Lake and quickly called out, "Brother Qiang, Brother Qiang, wait for me!"

I was enjoying this rare moment of peace and tranquility, breathing in the fresh school air, strolling and admiring the beautiful campus. After starting work, I wouldn't have many opportunities to come here again. Suddenly, I seemed to hear someone calling me. I turned around and... oh my god! That alluring Liu Qiong followed again. It seemed she was determined to have me today. Why not take this delicious treat that's practically delivered to my door? I decided to take this fiery little girl today; I didn't want to live for another tree.

Liu Qiong jogged up to me, her hands naturally wrapping around my left arm. Her head rested gently against mine, slightly out of breath. Her large, full breasts rose and fell like mountains. My gaze was fixed on them. "Mountains like a gathering, waves like raging tides"—that phrase perfectly described her breasts at that moment. Suddenly, I felt my blood rush, my heart race, and my desire reignited.

"Brother Qiang, why did you come out? Wasn't the performance inside good?" Liu Qiong looked up, seeing the burning desire in my eyes, and asked in a deliberately coquettish voice.

I thought to myself, "You know perfectly well why! Humph! It's all because of you teasing me."

But I couldn't directly say that she was the one who caused it, so I vaguely replied, "Well! The performance was quite good, but it was too hot inside, making me feel uncomfortable all over, so I came out for some fresh air. What about you? Why did you come out too?"

"Me? When I saw you weren't here, I lost interest in watching, so I ran out to find you, to see what you were doing. You actually left me behind and came out to play by yourself, how heartless of you, humph!" Liu Qiong pouted her red and alluring lips and said coquettishly.

"No, I came out to relax and look at this beautiful campus. It's so peaceful here! It'll be hard to have such a peaceful life after I enter society. Society is noisy and complicated, full of materialism, and you can easily get caught up in it. Come on, let's go sit by the lake." I suggested, then pulled my left hand away from Liu Qiong's tightly clasped hands and gently put my arm around Liu Qiong's waist from behind.

Liu Qiong was tall and slender, with a waist as thin as a willow branch. My hands could feel that her waist had no excess fat, firm yet supple, and felt wonderful to the touch.

When my hands encircled her waist, a blush rose to her face, her rosy cheeks like a bright red apple, tempting me to take a bite.

Liu Qiong was overjoyed and incredibly excited, a happy smile spreading across her face. She leaned her head against my chest, looking utterly blissful, and looked absolutely beautiful. Indeed, a woman nourished by love is the most beautiful.

Jiaming Lake, about twenty acres in size, was originally a reservoir. The site of Jiaming University was once a large expanse of rice paddies, and the reservoir was used to irrigate those paddies. Later, after Jiaming University was established on this site, the reservoir was enclosed and transformed into a huge lake, one of the four major scenic spots of Jiaming University, and considered one of the two most beautiful lakes along with Weiming Lake at Peking University. Jiaming Lake is surrounded by mountains on two sides, covered with numerous trees, their reflections shimmering in the water, creating a particularly beautiful landscape.

This place is a gathering spot for couples on campus. Every evening, the lakeside promenades are filled with loving couples. The students at Jiaming University have given it a name: the Lovers' Promenade. Feifei and I used to come here often. It

's still morning now, and most of the seniors have already left. The students from the other three years haven't started their holidays yet; they're still taking their final exams. So, there aren't many couples by the lake at this time. They sit in twos and threes on the benches under the shade of the trees, some kissing, some embracing, and some flirting.

I put my arm around Liu Qiong's slender waist, looking every bit like an intimate couple, and stepped onto the dam of Jiaming Lake. The entire lake stretched out before us. The weeping willows of the Lovers' Promenade swayed gently in the breeze, like beautiful women dancing. A few couples sat on the stone benches under the willows.

"Qiang-ge, let's find a place to sit!" Liu Qiong suggested.

"Okay." I put my arm around Liu Qiong and walked down the dam. We found a stone bench and sat down, exclaiming, "This place is so beautiful! Look, the willows by the lake, the breeze in the mountains, the shimmering water and the beautiful scenery—it's practically a paradise on earth."

"Brother Qiang, am I beautiful?" Liu Qiong asked sweetly, her expectant eyes fixed on me, as if trying to pierce my heart.

"Hmm... this..." I hesitated deliberately, not giving an answer.

"Ugh, am I beautiful or not? Do you have to keep saying 'hmm' for so long? Am I not beautiful?" Liu Qiong was getting impatient. First, she acted coquettishly, then her voice lowered, a little insecure, afraid I would say something she didn't want to hear.

I looked at Liu Qiong, who was so close to me. I'd known her for almost two years, but I'd never seen her this close before. Her long, beautiful hair was incredibly shiny, emitting a faint fragrance, tied up with a purple ribbon, flowing like a ponytail.

Liu Qiong had an oval face with soft lines. Her features were well-proportioned, delicate, and elegant, perfectly matched. Her large, watery eyes were like pools of spring water, lively and expressive, as if they were about to overflow. Her eyelashes were long and black, and with each blink, they were filled with a mesmerizing charm. Her nose was high and delicate, her lips were full and rounded, and her chin was perfectly round—she was a true beauty.

"Brother Qiang, what's wrong? Is there something on my face? Why are you staring at me like that?" A blush rose on Liu Qiong's cheeks, and she quickly covered her face with her hands, looking shy and charming, with a unique allure.

I chuckled and gently pried open Liu Qiong's hands, saying, "Beautiful, so beautiful! My little Qiong is gorgeous." Then I took her small hands and gently stroked them, saying, "Look, your little hands are so beautiful, your slender fingers are like spring onions, I really want to take a bite." As I spoke, I brought them to my lips and gently kissed them.

Liu Qiong blinked, overjoyed, and asked in a soft voice, "Is what Brother Qiang said true? You can't lie to Xiao Qiong!"

Liu Qiong's shyness greatly moved me, filling me with tenderness. I gently pulled her into my arms and whispered in her ear, "Of course it's true. Xiao Qiong is not only beautiful but also very cute. I like her very much." After saying that, I gently kissed her earlobe.

Liu Qiong was overjoyed and buried her head in my chest, reaching out to hug me tightly. Her full breasts pressed tightly against me, rubbing against my chest with her pounding heart, stimulating my nerves.

Liu Qiong's neck was fair and delicate, appearing even more fair against her pinkish-yellow clothes. Her back was shapely, and her waist was slender. Because she was hugging me, her top was lifted up, revealing a section of fair and tender skin, as smooth as snow. Her buttocks were small and pert, tightly wrapped in her sports shorts, the belt slightly protruding, revealing a section of her underwear, the bright red color like fresh blood.

My primal desires surged again, my blood rushed, my heart pounded, my veins throbbed, and my lust burned fiercely. My limp penis, as if sensing my desire, rose and quickly swelled, thickening, hardening, and lengthening. I gently raised my hand and placed it on Liu Qiong's shapely buttocks, caressing them and feeling their firm, beautiful shape.

Excited by Huang Qiang's praise, Liu Qiong hugged him tightly, thinking, "He finally accepts me! He accepts me!"

Excitement made her heart race. She held Huang Qiang tightly, feeling his broad, thick chest and inhaling his distinctive masculine scent. Suddenly, she felt something pressing against her arm under his pants, growing harder and larger until it ached. Then she felt Huang Qiang's hand on her buttocks, and a wave of unprecedented tingling sensation spread from her hips—it felt so good!

Liu Qiong involuntarily raised her head and saw Huang Qiang's face was flushed, his breathing heavy, and his eyes seemed to be spitting fire. She secretly rejoiced and couldn't help but move her lips to his.

I was enjoying the sensation of caressing her beautiful buttocks when I saw Liu Qiong raise her head, her face flushed, her eyes hazy, brimming with desire. Her rosy lips pressed closer, and I couldn't help but kiss her full lips, tightly holding them and sucking. Suddenly, a soft, fragrant tongue emerged from her tightly closed lips and entered my mouth. Her delicate tongue was soft and agile, making my mind go blank. I involuntarily took her tongue in my mouth and began to suckle. A muffled yet incredibly seductive moan escaped from Liu Qiong's throat.

My hand moved away from Liu Qiong's beautiful buttocks, slowly stroking upwards along her arm, its smooth texture against her skin. My hand reached her delicate shoulder, then slid down her back, stopping at her waist, and slipped inside her clothes, gently caressing her smooth abdomen.

Liu Qiong's body trembled involuntarily, but her cherry lips tightly sucked on my tongue. As she trembled, my hand had already climbed from under her bra to her breasts, grasping one full and incredibly elastic peak.

Liu Qiong let out a soft moan, her body trembling violently, her skin flushing, her temperature rising rapidly. The unprecedented pleasure made her stop sucking on my tongue, focusing solely on enjoying the sensation.

My large hand became even more audacious, skillfully teasing Liu Qiong's full breasts, kneading, pinching, and rubbing them with every possible method. When my hand first reached her breasts, I didn't touch her nipples. Now, her nipples slowly swelled, rapidly growing and standing erect on her breasts. I gently pinched the buds, about the size of soybeans, and twisted them, feeling them slowly harden from soft.

"Mmm...so hot," Liu Qiong sat up, unable to hold back her moan. Her beautiful, watery eyes blazed with burning desire. Her virginity had been completely aroused. She reached over and placed one hand on my crotch, stroking my sensitive area through my pants.

"Brother Qiang, yours is so big!" Liu Qiong said seductively, her eyes glazed.

"Mmm! Do you like it? You'll see it gets even bigger later," I said softly, a sense of pride rising within me. Most men feel proud and excited when someone praises their manhood, and my "dragon" wasn't just boasting. It was sixteen centimeters long and as thick as my thumb and middle finger put together. I think any woman would find it hard to resist and would like it without hesitation!

"Mmm! I like it, I like Brother Qiang's." Liu Qiong murmured shyly, her hands slowly unzipping my pants and pulling down my underwear, feeling my size and heat.

"I'm glad you like it, I like your big breasts too." I vigorously rubbed Liu Qiong's large, full breasts, expressing my thoughts in the process.

"Mmm!" Liu Qiong couldn't help but groan loudly, suddenly resting her head weakly on my shoulder, and breathed into my ear, "Brother Qiang, let's find a secluded place! I want to give myself to you..." Her voice was so soft at the end that it was like a mosquito's buzz, but I still heard it clearly.

By this time, I was burning with desire. My large hands kneaded Liu Qiong's full breasts vigorously, and I gently kissed her lips. I nodded quickly and said, "Mmm! I want you too. Come with me, I know a very secluded place."

Chapter Four: Wild Encounters on the Grassland

The place I was talking about was by Jiaming Lake, nestled in the mountains. Deep in the dense forest, there was a place with lush green grass, hidden by thick vines. Near the lake, there were waist-high wild grasses. You could see the Lovers' Corridor from there, but you wouldn't be discovered. It was a beautiful and secluded place.

At that time, Feifei and I both loved hiking. Every Saturday, we would go hiking and explore, taking paths that no one had ever walked before. That place was discovered during one of our adventures. Later, Feifei and I went to that place many times. Whenever we were talking and having sex in the Lovers' Corridor, when we were aroused, we would secretly go to that place to be intimate.

In broad daylight, on a wild meadow, you can see beautiful scenery without being discovered—that's the most exciting and novel thing. Every time we're here, Feifei and I are filled with the greatest passion.

I pulled Liu Qiong quickly through the Lovers' Corridor, ran up the hillside, through the dense woods, and into the depths of the vines, until we reached the meadow deep in the forest.

As soon as we entered, Liu Qiong immediately hugged me tightly, her cherry-like lips pressed against my face, quickly searching for my mouth, then pressing it tightly against mine, leaving no gap. She swiftly stuck out her delicate tongue, inserted it into my mouth, found my tongue, and eagerly intertwined and sucked on it. Her small hands roamed over my back and chest, far more passionate than I had imagined.

Of course, I wasn't going to be outdone, and responded enthusiastically. I reached my hands behind Liu Qiong's back, slipped them under the hem of her t-shirt, and gently unhooked her bra. Then my hands moved to her full, firm breasts, grasping them tightly and kneading them vigorously, occasionally pinching her nipples with my fingers.

Under my caresses, Liu Qiong's body writhed violently, emitting seductive moans. Her hands moved down from my chest, touching my crotch, gently unzipping it, and slipping her right hand inside to pull down my pants and underwear. I felt a chill in my groin; my erection was completely exposed.

My erection struggled to stretch as much as possible, breathing in the fresh air, as if wanting to shout with joy, when suddenly it was tightly grasped by a soft little hand, then turned and manipulated. The warmth from the little hand excited it, causing it to quickly rise, feeling incredibly good.

I slid my hands down, grabbed the hem of Liu Qiong's t-shirt, and quickly pulled it off, throwing it on the ground. Her bra, which I had unhooked, hung loosely on her chest, vaguely revealing two large, round, proud breasts, exuding a strange allure.

I slowly pulled down Liu Qiong's bra, and her two jade-like breasts bounced gently, gradually being fully exposed before my eyes. Her snow-white skin was flushed from the rising body temperature, and her two high, firm breasts were white with a rosy tint, tender and beautiful, and incredibly large, probably a 35D! The round jade-like breasts were like two balls, even larger than Fei Fei's, and it was difficult for my two hands to fully grasp them. The two bright red buds were like two red agates, adorning the snow-white peaks, the red and white contrasting, making them appear even more vibrant and tempting, truly worthy of a virgin's buds.

A sweet, milky fragrance emanated from between Liu Qiong's breasts, refreshing and intoxicating. I inhaled deeply, forcefully twitching my nose, savoring the virginal scent. The aroma lingered in my nostrils.

Suddenly, I lowered my head, pressing my face between Liu Qiong's breasts, inhaling and sucking intensely. Then I moved to her left breast, rubbing and licking it vigorously, before taking her pink nipple into my mouth and sucking on it with abandon.

Under my assault, Liu Qiong emitted endlessly seductive moans and cries, filled with desire and pleasure. Her muscles tensed, and her hands gripped me tightly.

My hands continued to move downwards, slipping under the waistband of Liu Qiong's shorts, then pulling them down forcefully to reveal her bright red panties. A large patch of her panties at her vulva was already soaked, with moisture seeping out. It seemed she was already aroused.

I knelt down and pulled Liu Qiong's panties and shorts down to her heels. A lush patch of pubic hair covered a slightly raised mound, the hair at the entrance glistening with dew, incredibly alluring. I reached out and gently stroked her vulva; the moisture was slippery and sticky.

"Oh..." Liu Qiong stretched her neck, moaning loudly, completely surrendering herself to the sea of desire.

While I was teasing her, Liu Qiong roughly pulled my t-shirt over her head and threw it on the grass, then quickly unbuckled my belt with a speed that even I, a man, found astonishing.

Liu Qiong pulled down my trousers and underwear, then lowered her head and licked my chest with her tongue, moving it around teasingly. Her right hand stroked my penis, while her left hand played with my testicles.

Liu Qiong's small hands were delicate, and I felt incredibly comfortable under her touch. Waves of stimulation surged through my penis, rushing to my brain and assaulting my nerves. At that moment, lust engulfed me completely.

I couldn't hold back any longer. I spread my clothes on the grass and gently placed Liu Qiong on top of them. I knelt on top of her, opened my lips to take her breasts into my mouth, and licked her nipples with my tongue. My right hand caressed her vulva, occasionally tugging at her pubic hair.

Liu Qiong moaned ecstatically, like a wanton harlot. She murmured incoherently, "Brother Qiang, hurry, come in! I want..." Her hands slid down, grabbing my penis and pulling it desperately towards her vulva. She was utterly aroused, desperately craving me to fill her emptiness.

Without hesitation, I knelt on the grass, spreading Liu Qiong's thighs wide, widening her opening, and copious amounts of love juice flowed from her vagina. I held my penis in one hand, rubbing it against her vulva, occasionally touching the clitoris.

Liu Qiong cried out in a high-pitched moan, her love juice flowing even more freely, her large buttocks rising and falling in response. Seeing the moment was right, I pressed my penis against her vulva, lowered myself, thrust my hips, and with a movement of my thighs, my penis shot forward.

Liu Qiong's flower path was very narrow, and the dragon didn't enter smoothly. It slowly pushed open the narrow flesh wall, finally inserting its head, and then slowly entering her warm and moist body. Liu Qiong frowned, and a hint of pain could be seen on her face.

I knew this was Liu Qiong's first time, but I had to forge ahead to complete the task of turning Liu Qiong into a woman. Only by forging ahead could I bring her sweetness after her suffering. I didn't hesitate any longer, hardened my heart, and pushed my hips forward again. The dragon advanced again, finally breaking through that barrier and entering the depths of her flower path.

"Ah!" Liu Qiong cried out loudly. Although her body had been fully prepared, and my movements were very gentle, when that membrane symbolizing purity was torn open, Liu Qiong still couldn't help but let out a painful cry. Her eyebrows furrowed, her face showed pain, her whole body tensed, her body convulsed, and her hands suddenly wrapped around my body, twisting and turning, trying to get rid of the dragon's penetration.

I looked down and saw a trickle of bright red blood slowly flowing from our joined bodies, dripping onto the white panties beneath Liu Qiong's buttocks, slowly seeping and spreading, drawing a crimson flower of blood.

Two clear tears slid from Liu Qiong's beautiful eyes, winding down her delicate face; I couldn't tell if they were tears of pain or tears of joy after achieving her desire.

Fortunately, I had experienced this before, so I kept my lower body still, letting my penis quietly remain inside Liu Qiong's flower path, allowing the flower path and my penis to get acquainted with each other first. Then I quickly lowered my head and kissed Liu Qiong's cherry lips, extending my tongue to suck on her fragrant tongue, which she naturally responded to. At the same time, my hands climbed up her snowy breasts, gently stroking and kneading the two agates on her breasts, stimulating her desire, using my gentleness to alleviate her pain and distract her attention.

Soon, the pain on Liu Qiong's face disappeared, replaced by an incomparably alluring and beautiful appearance. The pleasure emanating from her body made her forget the pain in her lower body, and a tingling sensation spread through her flower path. My huge penis made her feel the fullness inside her flower path, and she couldn't help but move.

Driven by lust, Liu Qiong instinctively twisted her delicate body, letting my huge penis writhe and collide inside her flower path. Seeing Liu Qiong's suffering subside, I was overjoyed. Finally, I could proceed. I held her tender body, my buttocks moving slowly and rhythmically, letting her get used to my huge penis.

With my thrusting, Liu Qiong kept moaning and panting, her soft moans continuous. Her delicate body kept twisting and arching upwards, responding to my rhythm. Her round and perky buttocks swayed with my movements. She finally tasted the pleasure of sex.

I smiled slightly, and my movements gradually became more powerful, and the speed also increased considerably, rising and falling, thrusting hard and fiercely.

Lust and pleasure filled Liu Qiong's body and soul. Her soft moans and delicate cries continued unabated. This beautiful love song deeply stimulated me, filling me with intense excitement. I quickened my pace, working harder, completely forgetting everything else.

After a long while, Liu Qiong's body trembled violently. I knew she was about to reach the peak of ecstasy. My movements quickened, and I increased the force, each time withdrawing completely and then thrusting in again. Liu Qiong screamed loudly, a mixture of pain and pleasure.

I could clearly feel the soft flesh inside Liu Qiong's flower path spasming and contracting, tightly gripping my penis. At the same time, a suction force emanated from the depths of her flower, forcefully drawing my penis in, wanting to swallow it forever.

Soon, after a series of violent spasms, Liu Qiong's snow-white body let out a passionate moan and cry, earth-shattering. Then, she lay limply on the ground, motionless, her body drenched in fragrant sweat, as if she had just been pulled from the water.

Hearing Liu Qiong's ecstatic moans, I felt a surge of excitement, my body involuntarily convulsing, my penis trembling wildly. I knew I had reached the crucial moment, and immediately thrust my hips forward, pumping in and out rapidly.

"Ah!" I let out a low growl, my body shuddering before my penis throbbed violently, ejaculating streams of hot semen deep into Liu Qiong's core. Then, my body went limp, and I collapsed beside Liu Qiong's delicate body, panting heavily.

Liu Qiong turned her head, her beautiful face flushed, her nostrils flaring, her lips murmuring softly. She lay on her side against me, caressing my broad, firm chest with ecstasy, murmuring, "This feeling is so good! Just now, I felt like I was flying..." Her body was still immersed in the afterglow of her orgasm.

I gently stroked Liu Qiong's smooth, delicate back, lightly kissed her forehead, and said tenderly, "The pleasure between a man and a woman is the most pleasurable thing in the world. Once you've tasted it, you'll want to do it even more in the future."

"Mmm! I like doing it with Brother Qiang, and I only do it with Brother Qiang," Liu Qiong said shyly, clearly expressing her feelings to me.

Suddenly, I shouted, "Oh no!"

Liu Qiong was startled, her face showing panic, and she quickly asked, "What's wrong, Brother Qiang?"

My dragon, which had fallen asleep after ejaculating, had suddenly woken up again, slowly becoming erect and hard, its head looking around, searching for that wonderful cave.

How could I possibly say it aloud? He chuckled and said, "It's nothing."

Liu Qiong said softly, "Oh!" After a pause, she whispered again, "Brother Qiang, I... I want to do it again..." Before I could answer, her right hand moved down towards my genitals. When her small hand touched my erect penis, she exclaimed in surprise, not expecting it to awaken so quickly. Overjoyed, she grabbed it and began to play with it.

I had thought that Liu Qiong had just lost her virginity and it wasn't appropriate to do it again, but I hadn't expected her to be so thirsty, passionate, and wanton. How could I possibly disappoint such a beauty's good intentions? So I gently lifted Liu Qiong onto me and laughed, "You little devil! This time you can be on top! Okay?"

Liu Qiong blushed and excitedly replied, "Okay."

Liu Qiong's buttocks lifted slightly, and she grabbed my dragon with one hand and guided it towards her entrance. Then, with a "plop," the cave immediately enveloped the dragon's head, quickly swallowing it completely. The dragon was thus submerged in the deep cave.

Liu Qiong let out a soft moan, lying on my body, her delicate body trembling, swaying wildly, her buttocks twisting rapidly, moving up and down.

The battle reignited, and another epic war began.

Liu Qiong rode me with abandon, galloping across the grasslands of desire, climbing towards the peak of lovemaking. After countless tumultuous waves and twists and turns, Liu Qiong's delicate body convulsed, her buttocks spinning rapidly like a windmill, her mouth uttering sharp cries of "Ah!" A torrent surged from the depths of her flower path, violently impacting my head.

I felt Liu Qiong's wildness and unbridled passion, something I had never experienced before. Liu Qiong's enthusiasm and wantonness far surpassed Fei Fei's. In the surge of passion, my body trembled as well. As her nectar sprayed onto my head, my dragon erupted again, spewing forth a stream of dew, nourishing her flower core.

Liu Qiong cried out "Oh!" again, then collapsed onto the grass. I, too, was exhausted, lying on top of her, closing my eyes to rest. We finally reached the pinnacle of love simultaneously, climbing the peak of life.

About ten minutes later, Liu Qiong and I had both recovered, so we dressed, slipped out, and embraced each other as we left this lovely and enchanting meadow.

Liu Qiong lingered, glancing back every now and then, reluctant to leave. After all, it was the place where she had

transformed from a girl into a woman. When we returned to the martial arts hall, the competition was nearing its end. We had sneaked in, but Li Xiong had spotted us. Liu Qiong blushed, looking charming and shy. Having undergone this significant transformation from girl to woman, Liu Qiong was even more beautiful than before, possessing the allure of a mature woman.

Li Xiong's smile deepened, becoming even more cunning. I simply ignored him and sat down quietly to watch the sparring. At that moment, a third-level brown belt member and a fourth-level brown belt member were engaged in free-fighting, exchanging kicks and punches in a very exciting exchange. Ma Xiongjun acted as the referee, walking around the ring and occasionally separating the two fighters.

Suddenly, the third-level brown belt member launched a lightning-fast spinning kick towards the fourth-level brown belt member's chest. The fourth-level brown belt member swiftly dodged to the side, delivering a hook kick that met the incoming leg. Taking advantage of the third-level brown belt member's unsteady landing, the fourth-level brown belt member slammed his elbow into the third-level brown belt member's back. The third-level brown belt member's left fist suddenly shot out from under his armpit, striking the fourth-level brown belt member's face before the elbow could hit his back.

"Ah!" Caught off guard, the fourth-level brown belt member cried out in pain, clutching his face and crouching down. The third-level brown belt member hurriedly turned around to help him up.

"In Taekwondo freestyle sparring, there are no sorrys, only unwavering perseverance!" Ma Xiongjun roared like thunder. The third-level brown belt member dared not help him any longer, and following the rules, turned, stood with his legs shoulder-width apart, straightened his body, placed his fists at his waist, and began to regulate his breathing.

Ma Xiongjun walked over and helped the Level 4 Brown Belt member up. He pried open the man's hands and found his nose was bleeding, and his face and hands were covered in blood.

"Luckily, it's not too serious," Ma Xiongjun muttered, beckoning two Level 8 Yellow Belt members to help the injured man off the stage.

Ma Xiongjun straightened up, surveyed the entire arena, and loudly proclaimed, "In free fighting, you must be quick-witted and nimble-fisted. Don't panic when your opponent approaches; calmness allows you to counterattack. At the same time, when attacking, you must be alert and observant, and not get carried away. Look! These two are excellent examples. The Level 3 member remained calm when attacked, allowing him to counterattack and defeat the Level 4 member. The Level 4 member, however, showed delight when he struck the Level 3 member, thinking he could defeat him, but the result was the opposite. So everyone must remember: when attacked, remain calm; when attacking, remain composed and steady. Do you all understand?"

"Yes!" the members roared in unison, their voices thunderous.

"Now let's move on to the next sparring match," Ma Xiongjun said.

All the agenda items were finished when the members suddenly shouted, "Coach Ma, give us one! Coach Ma, give us one!"

Ma Xiongjun stood on the field, not expecting the members to outmaneuver him. He raised his hands, signaling everyone to be quiet, smiled, and then said loudly, "Oh dear! What should I perform? I didn't bring any costumes today, so please do

n't make things difficult for me." I stood up, walked over to Afei, grabbed the microphone, and said, "Let's not make things difficult for Coach Ma." I immediately saw Ma Xiongjun give me an approving look.

I smiled slyly to myself and continued, "How about we have Coach Ma perform breaking planks and bricks?"

"Yes, breaking bricks! Breaking bricks!" The whole place erupted in cheers and shouts.

"Hey..." Ma Xiongjun's voice was drowned out by the cheers; no one could hear him.

"One, two, three, four, five, we've been waiting so long, one, two, three, four, five, six, we've been waiting so anxiously..." Led by me, everyone in the room started singing loudly, the sound shaking the roof and sending dust flying.

I saw Ma Xiongjun's smile return, and he raised his hand to signal everyone to be quiet. Then he said loudly, "I can perform, but..." He glanced at me, and I was startled, knowing what he was going to say. I quickly threw the microphone to Afei, and before Afei could understand what was going on, I turned and ran.

"I want your Huang Qiang to participate too," Ma Xiongjun loudly stated his condition.

Afei finally realized why I had rushed to throw the microphone to him. He immediately understood, and seeing me running towards the door, Afei leaped from behind and pounced on me, grabbing my heel.

I fell heavily to the ground. It seemed I couldn't leave. I quickly surrendered, saying, "Okay, let go, I won't leave."

Ah Fei released his grip on my leg and said, "Brother Qiang, how can you be so disloyal! What kind of honorary president are you? Why don't you give the members a proper performance? We haven't seen your performance in so long!"

At this moment, all the members shouted loudly, "Brother Qiang, don't leave! Don't leave!"

With the audience so enthusiastic, it seemed I had no choice but to perform. I got up from the ground, took off my leather shoes, walked to the center of the carpeted area, stood next to Ma Xiongjun, and gave a wry smile.

Ma Xiongjun wrapped his arm around my neck and grinned wickedly, "Kid, you dare to frame me?"

I quickly smiled and said, "Hehe! No, no, I was just following the will of the people."

By this time, bricks, planks, and tiles had already been laid out on the ground. There were two stacks of bricks, one with four bricks and the other with three bricks. There were also two stacks of planks, about twenty pieces each, about one centimeter thick. Seven or eight tiles were also piled up in two piles. Good heavens! Which kid piled up so many?

Ma Xiongjun and I looked at each other and looked towards the platform. Afei shook his head to show his innocence, but he saw Li Xiong looking at me with a wicked grin, as if to say, "Kid, you did such strenuous exercise just now, let's see if you can still do the chopping."

I gritted my teeth in hatred, making a "crunching" sound. You dare to make me look bad? I'll catch you red-handed one day, and I'll make sure you get what's coming to you.

I smiled and said to Ma Xiongjun, "Old Ma, shall we go first? I think you should go first; I wouldn't dare show off in front of you."

"Xiao Qiang, you go first! Let me see how much you've improved in the last six months. Don't be modest!" Ma Xiongjun said.

"In that case, I'll make a fool of myself first." I laughed happily; my wicked plan had succeeded. My previous words were just to get Ma Xiongjun to let me go first so I could hit that pile of three bricks.

I secretly smiled, went to the pile of three bricks, glanced at Ma Xiongjun, and thought to myself, "Old Ma! Even if you're cunning, you still have to drink my foot bath water!"

Ma Xiongjun suddenly realized what had happened, cried out that he had been tricked, and was filled with regret.

I stood with my feet shoulder-width apart, squatted slightly, clenched my fists and placed them on my waist, regulated my breathing, and shouted "Ha!" as I quickly swung my fists into the air. I then lifted my right foot and stomped down hard, making a loud "thump" on the floor.

Don't underestimate these few movements. They activate all the muscles in my body, combining them perfectly with the Qi in my dantian. This transforms the muscles from mere muscles into Qi-infused muscles, capable of generating tremendous energy.

Standing before the pile of bricks, I channeled my Qi and shouted again, "Ha!" Then, I extended my palm, raising it to the side like a knife, and forcefully exhaled. With lightning speed, I chopped the bricks into six pieces, three loud "cracks!" Strike while

the iron was hot. I darted to the pile of planks. This time, I didn't exhale, but simply slammed my arm into the planks. After a series of loud cracking sounds, all twenty planks snapped in two, splinters flying

everywhere. Without hesitation, I jumped to a pile of tiles, flipped into the air, and slammed my elbow into the tiles mid-air. With a deafening "boom," the tiles shattered into pieces, sending dust billowing everywhere.

A burst of enthusiastic applause and cheers erupted from the audience. I stood up and shouted again, "Ha!" I clenched my fists, assumed a horse stance, then bowed respectfully to all around. I approached Ma Xiongjun with a grin and said, "Old Ma, unfortunately, I've failed in my mission. It's your turn."

Ma Xiongjun looked at me in surprise and said, "Xiao Qiang, I didn't expect your skills to improve so rapidly in just six months. You must be at the fourth level by now! You're truly a promising young man. You have a real talent for martial arts; your future is limitless."

I laughed and said, "Of course! Don't you know who I am? I'm a man of exceptional talent, vast knowledge, universally loved, handsome, imposing, invincible, a social trendsetter, a heartthrob, and a leader in shaping society..."

"Damn! If you keep talking, I'm going to throw up," Ma Xiongjun said, making a vomiting gesture.

"Most importantly, I was once trained by you!" I concluded with a killer move, attributing all the credit to Ma Xiongjun.

Upon hearing the last sentence, Ma Xiongjun's face immediately lit up with a wide grin. He couldn't help but exclaim, "That's right, that's right! It's my old Ma who trained him, how could it be bad?" He even looked like he was about to take flight.

"Old Ma, it's your turn to perform, what are you waiting for?" I urged, cruelly shattering his dream.

Ma Xiongjun first demonstrated his Taekwondo leg techniques, a swift and powerful four-kick combo in mid-air. As he landed, he added a split kick, sitting on the ground with his legs spread wide. Then, he pulled his legs back, stood up, and launched a spinning back kick, his body rotating like a top. He kicked ten times in a row before stopping. He pulled his legs back, threw out both fists, and let out a loud "Ha!" like a thunderclap in a clear sky, making my ears ache.

Before anyone could react, Ma Xiongjun dashed to the pile of bricks, his palm flashing like a knife, and roared again, "Ha!" He then chopped down with his hand, instantly breaking four bricks in half, which rolled to the ground. He then leaped into the air, clenched his fist, and unleashed a powerful punch that slammed into the pile of tiles.

The tiles, struck with tremendous force, shattered instantly into fragments. Ma Xiongjun's punch, after breaking the tiles, continued its momentum, striking the floor and creating a small dent.

Everyone was stunned by Ma Xiongjun's punch; such power would surely flatten a person. Amidst their astonishment, Ma Xiongjun exhaled and shouted, "Ha!" His arm slammed into the wooden planks, producing a series of cracking sounds as all twenty planks snapped, sending splinters flying.

Ma Xiongjun, as expected of a fifth-degree black belt, effortlessly shattered the three piles of bricks, planks, and tiles. That punch he delivered just now truly revealed his strength, far exceeding my expectations. I never imagined he was so powerful; he was practically a seventh-degree black belt.

I've always concealed my true strength; in fact, I possess at least a fifth-degree black belt. I originally thought I could catch up with Ma Xiongjun and even contend with him, but now it seems there's still a significant gap between us. I must continue to work hard.

There are ten degrees of black belt in Taekwondo. First to third degrees are for beginners, fourth to seventh degrees are for advanced practitioners, and eighth and ninth degrees are for absolute masters! Reaching the tenth degree is almost impossible; it requires time, moral cultivation, and a significant contribution to Taekwondo. It's a symbol of honor, not a level of martial arts skill.

Ma Xiongjun's brilliant performance won unanimous and enthusiastic applause from the entire audience, which lasted for a long time, making a huge roar like a train passing by. Afei stood up and announced that the conference had been a complete success, and the conference ended amidst enthusiastic applause. 03-18
Chapter Six: Sworn Brotherhood

Xiao Yan's moans grew louder and louder. My huge dragon gave her indescribable stimulation. Honey-like fluid kept gushing from her vagina. Under the surge of spring tide, she was powerless and could no longer scrub me. Waves of intense needs assaulted her brain.

Xiao Yan opened her cherry lips and suddenly said, "Oh! Brother Qiang, I want, I want to eat yours..." Then she lowered her head and took my huge dragon into her mouth, shaking her head and stroking it up and down, making a "sizzling" sound. The water in the bathtub kept shaking with her violent movements, making "plop" sounds, and a lot of water overflowed.

Waves of unprecedented sensations crashed against my brain, my body trembled, and the dragon, enjoying two extraordinary services at once, was incredibly excited. It quickly reached the peak of pleasure and began to move wildly, throbbing within Xiao Yan's mouth.

Xiao Yan knew I was nearing my climax, so she tightened her lips and increased the speed of her movements, simultaneously supporting the dragon's body with one hand and caressing it up and down. Her soft, fragrant tongue swirled around the dragon's head, forcefully licking its eyes.

I let out a muffled groan, and the dragon immediately began to thrash wildly, its head bobbing and striking Xiao Yan's jaws. With a "whoosh," it erupted in her mouth, its scalding semen shooting deep into her throat.

Xiao Yan's throat made a "gurgling" sound as she immediately swallowed the liquid in her mouth. Then, she wiped the semen that was still on her lips with her finger and put it in her mouth to suck on it. She smiled seductively at me and said, "Brother Qiang is really strong. It took you an hour to ejaculate in my mouth. I'm exhausted, but Brother Qiang's is really delicious. This feeling is so wonderful. I've never experienced anything like it before."

I didn't expect Xiao Yan to feel this way. It seems that my heart has been completely captured. I felt incredibly proud to have a prostitute say such things. So I laughed and said, "Really? Then I'll let you have some more when you have the chance."

Xiao Yan said happily, "Really? That's great. You can't go back on your word! I really enjoy serving Brother Qiang." After saying that, she lay on my broad chest.

Seeing Xiao Yan's beaming face, her expression genuine and not at all like a professional act, I thought to myself, "Could this little girl have fallen for me? Impossible, right?"

I said hesitantly, "But I don't have any money! If it weren't for your Xiong-ge bringing me here, how could I afford a place like this?"

Xiao Yan whispered sincerely in my ear, "Don't worry, Qiang-ge, I'm willing to serve you for free. Just give me a call if you need anything, and I'll come to serve you. Don't tell anyone, okay?" Then she gave me her phone number.

I turned to look at Li Xiong. He was at the crucial moment, holding Xiao Fang's pert buttocks, thrusting into her from behind, panting heavily as he worked tirelessly. The water in the bathtub churned, and Xiao Fang, under his powerful thrusts, continuously emitted huge "Ah ah" moans—screams of pleasure and bliss.

Li Xiong's buttocks throbbed violently, each impact producing a loud "bang," demonstrating the immense force he exerted. Suddenly, his muscles tensed, and with a final, powerful thrust, he cried out, "Ah!" He then gripped Xiao Fang's buttocks tightly, his lower body pressed against hers, and his penis ejaculated profusely, releasing all his vital essence inside her, leaving not a drop.

Li Xiong lay in the bathtub, panting heavily, while Xiao Fang lay on top of him, also panting softly, still immersed in the afterglow of her orgasm, silently enjoying herself.

Once we had all regained our strength, Xiaoyan and Xiaofang helped Li Xiong and me wash up, then they rinsed themselves off and left. Li Xiong and I got out of the bathtub, went to the shower, rinsed ourselves again, wrapped ourselves in towels, and went to the massage room.

The massage room offered various massage services, including Chinese massage, Thai massage, Hong Kong-style massage, Korean bone-setting massage, European oil massage, and Japanese acupressure. We chose Thai massage.

Thai massage, renowned worldwide, is one of Thailand's precious cultural heritages. It can cure various diseases, relax muscles, eliminate fatigue, and benefit health, suitable for both men and women.

The origins of traditional Thai massage can be traced back 2,500 years, created by a royal physician in western ancient India. It later spread to ancient Thailand, and over the long course of history, it has integrated the essence of traditional Thai medicine, yoga, Chinese medicine, and other schools of thought, forming a complete and systematic science of massage. Today, Thai massage is deeply integrated into Thai society.

Traditional Thai massage emphasizes continuous, forceful, and rhythmic pressure along the meridians to promote blood circulation and relieve muscle tension. During the massage, the recipient should relax as much as possible, allowing the body to move naturally with the masseur's movements, while the mind enters a state similar to Buddhist meditation. According to classical Thai medicine, this involves the coordinated interaction and practice of body and mind to ultimately achieve the four immeasurable states of compassion, loving-kindness, sympathetic joy, and equanimity.

Thai massage techniques primarily involve pushing, pulling, pulling, pressing, kneading, and grasping, focusing on mobilizing joints and stretching muscles to achieve improved circulation. The techniques are characterized by a balance of strength and gentleness, with foot pressing, waist pressing, and back-stepping techniques being particularly famous.

Lying on a tatami-like massage bed, relaxing my muscles and mind, I allowed the masseur to freely apply various techniques to my back, feeling an unprecedented sense of comfort and ease.

Since Feifei left, I haven't had a regular sleep schedule. Several days of online gaming and very little sleep left my muscles aching terribly. Today's hand-to-hand combat with Liu Qiong and the Taekwondo performance at the tournament made my already exhausted body even more tired. This rare opportunity to relax made me completely lose myself, entering a state of oneness with nature, a state of complete absorption.

When I woke up, it was already dark outside, the streetlights were just coming on, and the twinkling stars added a touch of light to the darkness. Li Xiong was no longer in the massage room. I got out of bed, feeling refreshed and completely no longer tired. I swung my arms and twisted my waist, feeling a surge of energy within me, returning to my previous state.

I went to the lobby and saw Li Xiong talking to a man in his thirties. Judging from their relaxed and friendly manner, their relationship was definitely not ordinary.

"Xiaoqiang, you're awake! Come, let me introduce you. This is my older brother—Zhang Yunlong, the owner of this nightclub." Li Xiong waved to me happily when he saw me come out.

"Hello, I'm Huang Qiang." I extended my hand to Zhang Yunlong and shook his hand.

"Hello, your name is Huang Qiang?" Zhang Yunlong suddenly became interested in my name, tilting his head to look me up and down.

"Yes! Big brother, this is the Huang Qiang I've been telling you about, a Taekwondo master, one of my half-masters."

"Oh my! It really is you. I've often heard Lao Er mention you. I didn't expect to meet you today. Nice to meet you." Zhang Yunlong gave me a hug and said warmly.

I was a little taken aback by Zhang Yunlong's sudden enthusiasm. To be polite, I mumbled, "Nice to meet you." But my eyes glanced at Li Xiong, wanting him to explain.

Zhang Yunlong released me and laughed, "In my life, I, Zhang Yunlong, respect two kinds of people the most. One is those who are highly skilled in martial arts and have a strong sense of loyalty. I used to make a living in the martial arts world, and it was through loyalty and the help of a group of highly skilled martial artists that I achieved what I have today. So I respect this kind of person. The other kind of person is intellectuals. When I was young, I didn't study hard and I was not very smart, so my grades were very bad. I only realized the value of knowledge when I grew up

, but it was too late to regret it. So I respect intellectuals." Zhang Yunlong continued, "I often hear from Lao Er that you are the number one expert in the Taekwondo Association of Chiayi University and a top student at Chiayi University. I have wanted to meet you for a long time, but I never had the chance. Today I finally got to meet you. I am so happy!" Zhang Yunlong laughed heartily.

"So that's what happened," I said, relieved. "Da Xiong, you're really not being fair. How come I didn't know you had an older brother? Brother Zhang, since Da Xiong calls you 'brother,' I might as well call you 'brother' too. What's going on between you two?"

Li Xiong said aggrievedly, "It's not that I didn't want to tell you, but I never had the chance before. I can't just tell you I have a sworn brother out of nowhere!"

Li Xiong paused for a moment, then continued, "It's not too late to tell you now! My brother and I grew up together. Back then, we were the bosses in the area, and everyone was afraid of us. Later, we simply became sworn brothers. When I was in my third year of junior high, my brother went out to make his way in the world. Now his Longxin Group is one of the top five companies in Jiacheng City."

"Damn it! Why didn't you introduce us sooner? You deserve a big drink!" I punched Li Xiong.

Zhang Yunlong said heartily, "Don't blame the second brother. I only told him about you when I asked him where he learned Taekwondo. Since we're all together today, if you don't mind, Xiaoqiang, let's become sworn brothers again, called 'The Three Sworn Brothers of Jinhai Bay,' okay?"

"Great! The ancients had the 'Three Sworn Brothers of the Peach Garden,' now we have the 'Three Sworn Brothers of Jinhai Bay,'" I loudly agreed.

Li Xiong also agreed, so we ranked them by age. Zhang Yunlong was thirty years old this year, the eldest brother; Li Xiong was twenty-three years old, the second; and I was the youngest, only twenty-two, the third.

I excitedly said, "The ancients swore an oath of brotherhood by drinking blood, today we'll drink and become sworn brothers!"

"Drink!" The three wine cups clinked together in mid-air, the heroic spirit in our hearts overflowing with the wine in the cups, scattering in the air.

"Third brother, you graduated this year too, right? Have you found a job? Come work for me at my company, okay? I'll give you a deputy manager position first," Zhang Yunlong looked at me and warmly invited.

Li Xiong exclaimed, "Wow! Big brother is so biased! Why won't you let me take the job? Xiao Qiang has already found a job. I invited him to work at my dad's company a long time ago, but he didn't agree."

"Thank you for your kindness, big brother, but I prefer a quiet life. Besides, I studied Chinese literature, not management. I've already found a teaching job, teaching Chinese at Jiacheng Experimental Middle School," I politely declined.

"Alright then! As long as you're happy at work, that's fine. Jiacheng Experimental Middle School is good too; it's the best school in Jiacheng City. Come find me again if you don't want to teach anymore!" Zhang Yunlong said.

"Thank you for your understanding, big brother," I said happily.

"Okay, let's not talk about this anymore. I'm really happy today. Come on, let's go sing karaoke!" Zhang Yunlong put his arm around Li Xiong and me, saying.

We arrived at the karaoke room. Zhang Yunlong pressed the call button, and soon a waiter brought over a fruit platter, several plates of delicate pastries, and a dozen beers. Zhang Yunlong told one of the waiters, "Call Sister Li over."

A moment later, a beautiful woman in her thirties walked in. She wore a gray suit with a pink shirt underneath, her hair pulled up high, lightly powdered, giving her a very capable look. She was quite different from the typical nightclub hostesses; she possessed a unique charm. As soon as she entered, she smiled sweetly and said, "Mr. Zhang, hello Brother Li! I wonder who this young man is? He's so handsome! Please introduce him." She then pointed to me.

Zhang Yunlong laughed loudly, "Sister Li, this is a brother I just met today, our third brother, Huang Qiang. You'll have to take good care of him from now on! Haha!"

"Oh! It's Brother Huang San! Nice to meet you today. I hope you'll take good care of me in the future!" Sister Li greeted me politely, carefully observing me. I was 1.78 meters tall, with a strong and muscular build. My eyes were bright and unfathomable, revealing boundless wisdom, yet remaining unfathomable. A gentle smile always graced my handsome face, making me seem very approachable.

"Ah! Sister Li, you're too kind. You must be older than me. Just call me Xiao Qiang from now on, that's what Da Xiong calls me," I said with a smile. I sensed a good relationship between Sister Li and Zhang Yunlong.

"Then I'll accept your offer and call you Xiao Qiang," Sister Li said with a charming smile. She hadn't expected this young man to be so polite and immediately felt a sense of goodwill towards him.

"Alright, Sister Li, go and call a few nice ladies. I'm very happy to have met Lao San today. We should celebrate properly. This is Lao San's first time in a place like this, so we should treat him well," Zhang Yunlong said to Sister Li.

"Don't worry, Mr. Zhang, I'll arrange it right away." Sister Li said and walked out.

"Brother, I think your relationship is unusual, and Sister Li is definitely someone important. What, you're not planning to take her in?" I asked, watching Sister Li's back.

Zhang Yunlong said, "Third brother, you don't know, she's a mysterious figure. Five years ago, she personally came to me, saying she wanted to be a madam here, and specifically, the madam of this floor. At the time, I knew nothing about her, and she had no experience working in this kind of place, so naturally I refused. But she actually made a pledge, saying that if we lost money, she would unconditionally work as a prostitute to pay it off."

"Seeing her confident demeanor, and her beautiful appearance, I figured she could definitely make money as a prostitute, so I let her be the madam of this floor. Sure enough, under her leadership, business on this floor has been exceptionally good, earning more year after year, and the current turnover is three times what it used to be. I even pursued her, but she didn't take it to heart, and I didn't want to force her, so I let it go, because she's our cash cow in Golden Bay! And she's still single to this day," Zhang Yunlong said with a sigh.

Zhang Yunlong's words piqued my curiosity and interest in this Sister Li. I decided to have a good chat with her when I had time. My intuition told me that Sister Li must have some kind of secret. Although I didn't know what that secret was, I was determined to find out and prevent her from harming Zhang Yunlong's business. Anyone who dared to bully the people around me would be dealt with severely.

"Xiao Qiang, I think Sister Li has a good impression of you. Why don't you go and get her?" Li Xiong laughed loudly.

"Even my brother can't handle it, how could I possibly have that ability! Forget it!" I smiled slightly. Actually, I was a little tempted. Sister Li was a great beauty! She had the charm of a mature woman and a special kind of temperament.

At this moment, the door opened, and six beautiful young women walked in, led by Sister Li. They were all around twenty years old. They had beautiful faces even without makeup. They wore loose, see-through clothes, and their bras and panties were clearly visible. Their slender figures and firm breasts were on full display.

"Hello, three big brothers!" six beautiful young women called out in unison, their voices melodious and distinct, a pleasure to listen to, clearly well-trained.

"Alright, you guys have fun! I'm leaving." Sister Li winked at us, then turned and walked away.

These six young women were all very beautiful, each with her own unique charm. Zhang Yunlong and Li Xiong's lovers automatically came to their side, embracing and flirting.

The remaining two young women automatically sat down next to me, each with an arm around me. I opened my arms and embraced their soft, beautiful bodies in return. The young woman on the left said sweetly, "What's your name, big brother? My name is Xiaolan, and hers is Xiaoqian."

"Good names, just call me Brother Qiang," I said with a smile, kissing each of their pretty cheeks.

"Brother Qiang, your muscles are so firm! Mmm! They feel so good to touch," Xiaolan said, gently stroking my chest through my clothes.

"Really? Let me see if your chest is firm. Hmm! So soft! So bouncy." I reached inside Xiaolan's clothes and grabbed her breasts, kneading them.

"Ah! Oh! Brother Qiang is so mean! You bully me as soon as you arrive." Xiaolan nestled in my arms, also stroking my chest, and said in a coquettish voice.

"Xiaoqian, let me see how your breasts are? Wow! So big! They feel so good to touch." Before Xiaoqian could react, I slipped my hand inside her bra, covering her breasts with my entire palm. They were soft and fragrant, and felt amazing, even bigger than Xiaolan's.

"You're so bad, Brother Qiang, ah! Brother Qiang is so naughty!" Xiaoqian's voice was indistinct, and she couldn't help but moan. I didn't expect this little girl to be so easily aroused.

Meanwhile, Zhang Yunlong and Li Xiong were having a great time with their respective lovers. Zhang Yunlong sang the Hokkien song "Eighteen Touches" while touching every part of the girl's body according to the lyrics: "...Reaching out to touch the sister's nipples, they're like steamed buns; reaching out to touch the sister's big belly, it's like a rice paddy; reaching out to touch the sister's little belly, it's soft and pleasing to the eye; reaching out to touch the sister's navel, it's like a plump navel from years ago; reaching out to touch the sister's buttocks, it's like fluffy white cotton; reaching out to touch the sister's thighs, they're like white silk..."

Li Xiong also cheered from the side, touching every part of the two girls' bodies to his heart's content, making the two girls blush and feel aroused. Before long, Zhang Yunlong and Li Xiong were pushed and pulled away by their respective girls.

Chapter Seven: The Bar Amazement

At Xiaolan and Xiaoqian's urging, I unleashed my rarely performed voice, singing a Japanese erotic song, "Intimacy with a Condom." My voice is pleasant to speak, but terrible when I sing. Plus, I have absolutely no musical talent; I'm completely tone-deaf. So, I usually don't sing, not because I'm afraid people will say I sing badly, but mainly because I'm afraid my voice will assault their ears.

"Brother Qiang, you sing so well!" Xiaolan and Xiaoqian both said.

I replied happily, "Really? But not as well as you two."

"Damn! Nobody's ever praised my singing before. I never thought I'd meet kindred spirits here!" I thought to myself, feeling very excited, and my hands unconsciously increased their pressure.

Xiaolan and Xiaoqian were panting heavily, their faces flushed, their eyes glazed, already aroused. At this moment, they both slumped softly beside me, both hands simultaneously reaching towards my crotch, caressing my erect penis.

Under the influence of alcohol, coupled with the seductive music and the teasing of the two beautiful women beside me, the desire within me exploded. A pressing craving welled up inside me. I turned my head and breathed into Xiaolan's ear, whispering, "Do you want it? Do you want me to comfort you?"

"Mmm! Okay, Brother Qiang, come on! Xiaolan is waiting for your comfort, little sister wants your comfort." Xiaolan murmured incoherently, moaning softly, and reached out to pull down my pants, while Xiaoqian also freed her hands to remove my clothes.

Soon, I was naked, my strong, well-developed muscles and thick, hard penis surprising and delighting Xiaolan and Xiaoqian. The two women stroked my firm chest with one hand and caressed my penis with the other, feeling incredibly good.

My hands roamed over Xiaolan and Xiaoqian's chests and crotches, caressing their full, firm breasts and mysterious valleys, indulging in the bliss of having two women, and teasing their burning desire.

"Ah!" A strange sensation came from my penis, the stimulation making me cry out involuntarily. Xiaoqian lowered her head and stuck out her tongue to lick it, then opened her small mouth and took it in, stroking it up and down. Xiaolan was not to be outdone, licking my earlobe with abandon. The

two women's skillful techniques gave me an unprecedented feeling of comfort, waves of tingling sensations rushing to my brain, just like the lyrics say: "One wave hasn't subsided, another one comes crashing in..."

I was about to explode, so I helped Xiaoqian up, ripped off her clothes, and had her sit on my lap with her back to me. Xiaoqian's body sank down, and with a "plop," her vagina swallowed my dragon whole. She couldn't help but let out an "oh," and then her hips began to twist and move rapidly.

A warm sensation enveloped my dragon, and waves of comfortable heat flowed through me. I reached over from behind and grabbed Xiaoqian's two jade-like breasts, kneading them.

Suddenly, Xiaolan moved her cherry-like mouth to my lips, sticking out her delicate tongue and inserting it into my mouth, searching for my tongue, and then they intertwined. I responded passionately to her tongue, desperately sucking on her fragrant tongue, enjoying the bliss of having two dragons at once. At this moment, I was completely lost...

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" With Xiaoqian's sudden scream, her body trembled violently, and streams of fluid gushed from her body, flowing down my thighs. She had reached her climax.

After her climax, Xiaoqian slumped weakly on my lap, refusing to move, enjoying the wonderful feeling of my huge penis filling her vagina.

Xiaolan pushed Xiaoqian off me and took her place, straddling me with her legs spread wide, sitting face to face on my lap. Her little hands started thrashing around below, and her beautiful vagina immediately swallowed my penis, then began to move wildly, as if to release all the pent-up desire she had been suppressing for so long.

Xiaoqian whispered in my ear, "Brother Qiang, you're so strong! Are you comfortable?"

I gently kissed Xiaoqian's cherry lips and whispered, "Yes, it's so comfortable being intimate with you. How about you?"

A blush rose on Xiaoqian's face, and she giggled, "Making love with you is so comfortable. Yours is so big and hard, so tight and full! I want more!"

I gently tapped Xiaoqian's nose and laughed, "You little slut, I'll definitely satisfy you. I'll make you climax after I've finished with Xiaolan."

"Mmm!" Xiaoqian smiled happily and then leaned in for a passionate kiss.

In this karaoke room, I completely let go, indulging myself on the plains of lust. I had never been so unrestrained before. Tonight, I wanted to completely surrender and give my soul to primal desire.

After Xiaolan's climax, I laid Xiaoqian on the sofa and went at her again, driving her to ecstasy, making her scream and cry out. Then I switched to Xiaolan...

until both Xiaoqian and Xiaolan had climaxed three times each, too exhausted to continue, before I finally ejaculated inside them.

Xiaolan and Xiaoqian lay on the sofa, dazed, mumbling incoherently, "I want more, so good, I want more..."

Looking at the two women sprawled on the sofa, and the wet stains everywhere, the lewd atmosphere and environment filled me with an unprecedented emptiness. An unprecedented emptiness.

I left the karaoke room and went to the lobby, lit a cigarette, and sat quietly, contemplating my changes. But that emptiness still enveloped me like air, making it hard to breathe. The sense of loss after the indulgence made it impossible for me to stay there any longer. I had to escape; if I didn't, I would go crazy.

Everyone indulges in certain behaviors, whether man or woman. Indulgence is a way to escape pressure, but the sobriety after indulgence may be more painful and unbearable than before. I am in this situation now, and my escape is also an escape from indulgence. But the pressure of life is everywhere. If I escape this life, I will fall into another one. Where can I escape to truly be free?

I decided to find a quiet bar to sit in and escape this decadent place.

"There is music, there are drinks, and there are many people." Most people's understanding of bars seems to stop at this. As the standard model of Western drinking culture, bars are receiving more and more attention. Bars have sprung up in every corner of major Chinese cities in the 1990s. Beijing bars have a wide variety of drinks, Shanghai bars have a charming atmosphere, and Shenzhen bars are full of passion. Each has its own characteristics. Bars have become another form of entertainment for modern people.

On the top floor of the annex of the Golden Bay Nightclub, there are two bars: one called "Extreme" and the other "Linfeng Qingyang." Judging from the name, Linfeng Qingyang seems to be a more artistic bar, giving people a sense of calm and tranquility, so I went in.

It was crowded, but not noisy at all. Everyone was sitting quietly, either chatting or silent. The room had soft lighting, soothing wall decorations, and gentle music—everything was so elegant and warm, giving one a feeling of standing in the breeze and feeling relaxed.

"Miss, a 'Golden Fizz,' please," I said with a smile to the pretty bartender as I approached the bar.

Golden Fizz is a drink made with gin, fresh lemon juice, and soda water. It's sweet, smooth, and can relieve fatigue and invigorate the spirit, making it especially suitable for summer.

"Thank you," I said, taking the glass from the bartender and finding a seat by the window. This spot was relatively secluded, perfect for undisturbed guests, and offered a view of the night scene—just what I wanted.

I gazed quietly out the window, listening to soft music and savoring the sweet wine. My mood quickly calmed, and the emptiness I felt earlier vanished. Then I looked around, observing the people around me.

At the table opposite me sat a beautiful woman, around thirty-five years old, wearing a black dress with an open neckline revealing a platinum necklace. The pendant was uniquely designed, clearly incredibly valuable.

Her slightly permed and dyed short hair gave her an air of noble elegance without sacrificing tranquility. Her delicate face was fair and smooth, showing no signs of age. Her small nose was perfectly sculpted, and her sensual lips were coated with a light layer of colorless lipstick, her thin lips incredibly alluring. Her rounded chin had a soft, smooth line, and her fair, delicate skin looked remarkably elastic and supple.

"So beautiful!" I exclaimed inwardly. This woman possessed the charm of a mature woman, a maturity tinged with allure.

The woman held a wine glass in one hand and her chin in the other, seemingly lost in thought, her face showing a melancholy and loneliness. I couldn't help but feel a surge of curiosity. Why was she so melancholy? Judging from her attire, she must have a good income. Was it because of her job? Or was her husband treating her badly?

I remember someone saying, "All bars are named after loneliness; loneliness drives people here. Here, they find their kind, and perhaps in their company, they feel a little better!"

This woman clearly noticed me staring at her. She looked up at me, her eyes filled with displeasure and contempt. Perhaps she was thinking, "Another pervert!"

Am I a pervert? I don't know now. What's wrong with being a pervert? A woman's beauty is meant to be appreciated. Without a man's appreciation, a woman has no need to dress up. As the saying goes, "A gentleman appreciates beauty but is not lewd." I was just curious; I had absolutely no intention of doing anything to her. I simply felt she possessed an indescribable charm.

This woman's melancholy reminded me of the girl in Dai Wangshu's poem "Rainy Alley," a girl like a lilac, burdened with sorrow. The woman before me also possessed the color of a lilac, the fragrance of a lilac, and the melancholy of a lilac. Like me, she sat silently, indifferent, desolate, and wistful, lost in a dreamlike state.

I knew staring at someone was impolite, and just as I was about to turn away, I saw her staring back at me. Suddenly, I remembered the childhood game of staring at each other, seeing who could stare the longest. A knowing smile crept onto my face, and I stared at her without blinking. We stared at each other like that, everything unspoken, silence speaking louder than words.

After a long while, perhaps sensing my childlike innocence, perhaps sensing my naivety, a sweet smile slowly appeared on her face, like spring flowers in full bloom, like the bright sunshine, like a gentle breeze. I was captivated, lost in that beautiful smile.

This beautiful woman was also troubled. She and her husband had argued again tonight, and feeling down, she had come out for drinks. She hadn't expected to be stared at so lecherously by a young man. She initially thought he was there to pick up girls, but his eyes were clear and bright, his smile sunny and innocent; he didn't seem like a lecherous man, but rather like a big, childlike person.

"Why would he come to a place like this? His eyes are quite melancholy, which, combined with his handsome appearance, has a certain allure. Does he also have worries? Why are there so many unhappy people in this society? Maybe it wouldn't be bad to invite him over to chat," the woman thought to herself.

Suddenly, the woman beckoned to me, gesturing for me to sit at her table. I looked at her in surprise, pointed to myself, and asked with my eyes, "Are you calling me?"

The woman smiled gently and nodded. I picked up my wine glass, stood up, and sat down at the table, introducing myself, "Hello, my name is Xiaoqiang."

The woman giggled softly, "Xiaoqiang, is that the Xiaoqiang that Stephen Chow talked about?"

Good heavens! Even she knows about the Xiaoqiang that Stephen Chow talked about! Sigh! This is my sore spot. There's nothing wrong with being called Xiaoqiang, but ever since Stephen Chow named a cockroach Xiaoqiang in the movie "Flirting Scholar," everyone has been calling me Xiaoqiang with a hidden meaning. I never expected to be called that by a beautiful young woman here, and she even knows this story.

"Hehe! This Xiaoqiang is not that Xiaoqiang. May I ask your name..." I explained with a wry smile.

"If you really love me, let me go..." Richie Jen's "Little Snow" suddenly started playing from the purse next to the woman. She took out her phone, looked at it, and softly said to me, "I'm sorry!" before answering the call.

"Yes, I'm coming right away!" The woman's face showed anxiety. She closed her phone, gave an apologetic smile, and said, "I'm sorry, I have something urgent to attend to, I have to go. See you again sometime." She then hurried away.

Everything happened so suddenly. Before I could react, the woman had disappeared. I felt a sense of loss, a pang of sadness, as if I had lost something. But the image of that beautiful young woman in a black dress, like a lilac, was deeply imprinted in my mind. She left, yet it seemed she hadn't left. She left quietly, just as quietly as she had come; she waved goodbye gently, without taking away a single cloud.

Chapter Eight: Tutor Student

This morning I got up very early, leaving Liu Qiong naked in bed. Last night we had been at it for several hours straight, no wonder she slept so soundly, too tired to even get out of bed.

I got dressed and went downstairs to a nearby breakfast shop to have a good breakfast. I ordered a bowl of congee with preserved egg and lean pork and four fried dough sticks.

Since starting my senior year of college, I've rarely had morning classes, so I often sleep in or do "morning exercises" with Feifei in my room. I rarely eat breakfast out. Today, I had to get up early for something, so I finally had a chance to eat breakfast.

This breakfast shop is really good; they have a wide variety of items. They have five or six kinds of porridge alone, as well as noodles, rice noodles, various fried snacks, steamed dumplings, steamed buns, and baozi. It's a typical Cantonese breakfast shop. I especially love their porridge and fried dough sticks because the porridge is cooked until very soft, with all the rice grains broken up, giving off a light, fragrant aroma. It also contains preserved eggs and lean meat, which are fresh and sweet.

I haven't had breakfast in a long time, so I ordered two extra fried dough sticks today. It was so satisfying! I gently put down my chopsticks, wiped my mouth with a napkin, checked the time, and saw that the bus would arrive in five minutes. So I hurriedly left the breakfast shop and headed towards the bus stop.

I've been tutoring a middle school girl in Chinese since my junior year of college, for two years now. Over these two years, I've developed a deep bond with her family. She's very attached to me, calling me "big brother," and her mother treats me like a sister. Today is the first day of her summer vacation. Last night she called, insisting I come and spend time with her because she'll be in her third year of middle school next semester, and summer school starts around July 20th. She wanted me to make the most of my time to be with her for a few days.

My student is named Yang Ling. She's quirky, clever, and adorable. She lives with her mother, Yang Jing. Perhaps because she lacks a father figure, she has a strange temper, is headstrong, and has hired many tutors for her, but none of them lasted long, driven away by Yang Ling.

Strangely enough, Yang Ling and I get along exceptionally well. She behaves very well in front of me, even surprising Yang Jing, who asked me if I had any ideas on how to curb this little devil's personality. But I had no idea what to do!

Later, after getting to know Yang Ling better, I asked her why she liked me. She said I was handsome and looked a lot like her father—no, even more handsome than him. However, in the past two years, Yang Ling's temperament had indeed completely changed. Except for her quirky and mischievous nature, she had become very well-behaved, cute, and loved by everyone.

At this moment, a large crowd had gathered at the bus stop. Twenty or thirty men, women, and children were crammed under the small shelter, waiting for the bus.

Suddenly, my eyes lit up. In the distance, I saw a girl standing out from the crowd. She was about 1.75 meters tall, with flowing black hair cascading down her beautiful shoulders like a waterfall. Her silhouette was captivating, making one want to see her face.

When I reached the bus stop, I could finally see the girl clearly. Her hair was flowing and jet black, her eyebrows were like distant, verdant mountains, her eyes were deep and watery, her nose was high and straight, her lips were sensual and red, and her chin was small and round. She possessed a flawless face, exuding a classical and aloof charm.

The girl wore a grass-green sleeveless silk V-neck t-shirt, revealing two fair and delicate arms, smooth and delicate, like snow. The well-tailored t-shirt tightly hugged her firm and high breasts, and the cinched waist design showed off her slender waist. She wore a pure white knee-length chiffon skirt, revealing her slender, long, and fair legs without an ounce of excess fat. Her clothes, figure, and temperament were perfectly matched.

The girl wore a pair of off-white stiletto heels, the heels almost five inches high. No wonder she looked so tall, a head taller than everyone around her. She exuded a captivating youthful charm, dazzling and radiant, making even the July sun pale in comparison.

Just as I was feasting my eyes on her, the bus came to a stop with a "beep." Before everyone could get off, the crowd surged towards the bus doors.

A flash of annoyance and disdain crossed the girl's eyes. She seemed very unhappy with the rush, as if afraid they would dirty her clothes or jostle her. So she stepped aside and stood at the very back of the crowd.

By the time I came to my senses, many people had already squeezed onto the bus. I quickly ran over and followed the girl onto the bus. It was rush hour, and the bus was packed with people, crammed together like a can of sardines.

I pressed myself tightly against the girl's back. Her hair exuded a delicate fragrance, the kind of shampoo I love—a light, sweet scent. I took a deep breath, inhaling the intoxicating aroma of her body.

The bus passengers were all pressed tightly together, chest to back. The girl's plump, pert buttocks were pressed against my groin. Her thin dress offered little protection, and my erection could clearly feel her firm, elastic buttocks. A strange sensation shot through me, making my breath catch in my throat.

"Screech!" The bus suddenly braked, throwing the passengers forward. The girl, too, lurched forward, pressing her already tight buttocks even more firmly against my groin. My already aroused erection seemed to sense this intrusion, slightly raising its head to press firmly against her buttocks.

The girl seemed to sense something and tried desperately to move forward, but there were people standing in front of her, and her firm breasts would be pushed up by the crowd. Just when she was in a dilemma, the bus suddenly accelerated forward. Then it was the turn of the people in the front carriage to fall backward, and I also rushed backward with this force. At this moment, my erect penis was already hard and slammed heavily into the girl's buttocks.

"Hmm!" The girl, Xie Xingxian, couldn't help but let out a soft moan, her face flushing crimson. She thought to herself, "This damn bus is so crowded! I should have taken a taxi; I wouldn't have had to suffer like this. But that thing in the back is so big and hard! And so hot, it feels so good against me! Ah! Why am I thinking like this? This damn bus! This damn crowd! This damn pervert!"

"Damn it! Why is my dragon waking up at this hour? Why isn't it sleeping properly!" I tried desperately to control my thoughts, trying to suppress my "dragon" and keep it from rising. Thankfully, under my control, it finally fell asleep.

Xie Xingxian suddenly felt the hard object on her buttocks disappear. She breathed a sigh of relief, thinking, "Thank goodness, that person wasn't a pervert." However, she suddenly felt a slight sense of loss because the tingling sensation in her buttocks was gone.

"What does that guy look like? Handsome? Strange, why do I suddenly have this urge to see the person who bullied me?" Xie Xingxian wondered inexplicably.

She couldn't turn around on the bus, so she just turned her head slightly and saw a young man a little taller than herself. His eyes were sharp and bright, like two stars in the cold night, captivating and beautiful. His lips were slightly upturned, revealing a radiant smile like sunshine. His teeth were snow-white and perfectly aligned. He was so handsome!

For no reason, Xie Xingxian's heart skipped a beat. A chord deep within her was suddenly plucked by this unknown young man, like a pebble thrown into a calm pond, creating ripples that lingered for a long time.

Just then, the bus stopped at a stop, and I had to get off. So I squeezed past the girl, taking the opportunity to brush my arm against her breasts. Her breasts were full and firm, very elastic, and I could feel the hard buds on them.

"Ah? Could it be that she's fallen for me too?" This thought suddenly flashed through my mind. I couldn't help but turn to look at her, only to find her looking at me with a complex expression—a hint of curiosity, a touch of affection, and a dash of disappointment. I gave the girl one last, reluctant look before getting off the bus with the crowd, watching her disappear.

Xie Xingxian stood on the bus, watching the sunny boy get off, feeling a strange sense of loss. When he squeezed past her, his hand, whether intentionally or unintentionally, had brushed against her proud breasts, making her already slightly aroused breasts even more tingly, her nipples hardening.

Xie Xingxian thought to herself, "He's watching me go. Could it be that he's interested in me too? I wonder if we'll ever meet again?"

Walking along the tree-lined path, the stuffiness from the bus was gone. The summer breeze, blowing through the lush trees, filtered away the heat and restlessness, leaving only coolness and refreshment. It felt like walking on a country road back home, and I couldn't help but hum a folk tune from my hometown.

Yang Ling's home was in the "Blue Hawaii" community, a middle-class neighborhood with many apartment buildings and rows of townhouses. Yang Ling's house was a two-story townhouse with a blue roof and pale yellow walls, reflecting the blue waters and golden beaches of Hawaii. Each house also had a lush green lawn in front. This house was left to them by Yang Ling's father, something Yang Jing had fought for during their divorce.

I arrived at Yang Ling's door, gently pushed it open, and quickly dodged to the side. With a sharp "Ha!", a delicate pink leg clad in slippers kicked out—Yang Ling's signature side kick. A pretty girl rushed out and threw herself into my arms, whining, "No more! Big brother's so mean! You never let Ling'er kick you! It's no fun at all!"

"Hehe! My little Ling'er, did you miss your brother?" I hugged Yang Ling and showered her cheeks with kisses.

Yang Ling struggled to break free from my embrace, stood on the ground, and shouted, "Your beard is so prickly! Humph! No, the martial arts big brother taught me are useless; I can't kick anyone!"

I touched my chin; it was indeed a bit prickly. I'd been in such a hurry today that I'd forgotten to shave, so I had some stubble. When Yang Ling threw herself at me, I felt two soft points of flesh touch my chest. Yang Ling's...that area has grown! I couldn't help but look up and carefully examine this fourteen-year-old girl before me.

Today, Yang Ling was dressed casually in a pink cotton pajama top and bottoms. Although the clothes were loose, I could still see through the thin fabric that her developing breasts were already quite large compared to the last time I saw them.

She wore crystal sandals with cartoon patterns, revealing her bare, snow-white feet. A line from Li Bai's poem suddenly flashed through my mind: "Her feet are like frost on her clogs, without black socks." Her pink face was smooth and delicate, framing a pair of large, watery eyes and cherry-like lips. However, she was currently pouting, turning her face away angrily, pretending to ignore me. This expression had a unique charm, making me feel sorry for her.

Yang Ling was truly a stunning little beauty, completely inheriting her mother Yang Jing's best features. In a few years, she would be absolutely captivating. I couldn't resist a surge of desire. I gently cupped her little face in my hands and smiled, "Hehe! Sweet Ling'er, don't be angry. Big brother was wrong. Let's start over!" Yang Ling always succumbed to this tactic.

"Is it true? Okay, you go out, I'll close the door and start over." Yang Ling's anger turned to laughter, and she immediately turned around and grabbed my arm, laughing.

Yang Ling is already fourteen years old, and she still likes to play this kind of game. I really can't understand what these kids are thinking these days. Maybe they watch too many cartoons and comics! Although their generation has a broader knowledge base than ours, their thinking is still stuck in elementary school, quite immature.

I went outside, reopened the door, and with a "Ha!" I let out a sharp cry. Just like the scene from before, a leg wearing slippers kicked out, hitting me squarely in the stomach. "Ah!" I yelled, pretending to have been kicked, bending over, touching my stomach with both hands, making a painful expression, and backing away step by step until I fell to the ground with a "thud."

Yang Ling rushed out, kneeling on my stomach, her right hand outstretched like a knife, delivering a frontal chop to my left chest, her left hand bent into a fist, delivering a punch to my right chest.

"Ah!" I cried out in pain. This time it really hurt. Yang Ling was already fourteen years old and had been practicing Taekwondo for almost two years. She was quite strong. It seemed I was truly "a sinner brought on by heaven, but a sinner brought on by himself."

Yang Ling then revealed her true nature as a little devil. She pulled her right hand back, bent her arm into an elbow, and was about to strike me down. It seemed my "teaching" had worked; she was treating me like a pervert. I was shocked, thinking that this little devil was trying to rob and kill me! So I quickly grabbed her elbow, stopping her from going any further, and shouted, "Ling'er, Ling'er, I surrender!"

"Haha! Big brother lost, big brother lost!" Yang Ling laughed happily.

I smiled bitterly, raised my hands to the sky, indicating my complete surrender. Yang Ling giggled playfully, then nestled her fragrant, soft petite body against my chest. Her long, black hair, casually tied in a ponytail, cascaded down, gently brushing my cheek—a ticklish, sweet scent, exactly my favorite.

As Yang Ling lay down, I suddenly felt two soft mounds pressing against my chest. I exclaimed with delight, "Ah! Those are Ling'er's developing breasts!"

Yang Ling twisted and turned against me, saying coquettishly, "Big brother, aren't I amazing? I've learned all the skills you taught me! How will you reward me?"

Yang Ling's small, soft breasts rubbed against me through our thin clothes, constantly teasing my most primal desires. The intoxicating, tingling sensation was truly unbearable.

I couldn't help but glance inside Yang Ling's low-hanging clothes. It had only been a little over a month since I'd last seen her, and I was amazed at how quickly her breasts had developed. From a tiny protrusion, they had become

full breasts, already possessing the basic characteristics of a woman, laying a solid foundation for future ample bosoms. Puberty really does make growth happen quickly, like bamboo shoots sprouting after rain. Yang Ling's exposed chest revealed a large expanse of snow-white skin. With her movements, I could vaguely see her pair of pink and alluring nipples. Although not large, the raised breasts already had the outline of nipples, and I could occasionally see the two pink areolas on those small mounds.

The girl's soft, pink flesh suddenly stirred an impulse within me; I wanted to reach out and tease them. Oh God! How could I have such thoughts about Yang Ling? I'm so despicable! Have I suddenly become so bad? Or is my heart truly so wicked?

I shook my head violently, trying to banish this evil thought. I thought, no! This can't go on any longer, so I raised my hand and gave Yang Ling's bouncy little bottom a light pat. Her newly developed bottom was quite plump, and it felt wonderful.

I said softly, "Ling'er, have you had enough? How should I reward you?"

"Hmm! I need to think about it. Then you'll be Ling'er's future husband!" Yang Ling said happily.

I don't know if I owed this little devil something in my past life, but Yang Ling always pesters me to be her husband, and Yang Jing always just smiles, neither agreeing nor stopping her. I'm really exasperated by this mother and daughter, and I dread this tactic of hers the most. Just hearing that sentence gives me a headache.

"Hehe! My little Ling'er, my sweet Ling'er, please let me go! You're still so small!"

"Where am I small? Where am I small?" Yang Ling asked aggressively, thrusting out her newly developed chest.

I was speechless. Yang Ling was indeed not small; everything that should be developed was well-developed.

"Hmph! Let's see if you dare bully Ling'er again!" Yang Ling said, not letting it go.

"How could I dare to bully Ling'er? Even if God gave me ten pig's gall and ten dog's gall, I wouldn't dare to bully you!" I said helplessly.

"That's good. You must treat Ling'er well! That way, Ling'er can be your good wife in the future. I'll forgive you this time. Get up!" Yang Ling said, climbing off me.

"Big brother, you still have to teach Ling'er a few more Taekwondo moves!" Yang Ling said, tilting her head.

"Okay, okay, I'll agree to anything you want. Let's go inside! I'll teach you a few powerful moves." After I finished speaking, I took Yang Ling's pink little hand and walked into the house.

"Ling'er, you'll be going to the third year of junior high school soon. Can I check your homework first? After I check your homework, I'll teach you Taekwondo." I sat on the soft and comfortable leather sofa and said to Yang Ling, who was sitting opposite me.

"Check it then! Your little Ling'er is the best in the whole school!" Yang Ling said without any modesty.

"Hehe! Isn't this all thanks to me? Were your grades this good in elementary school?" I smiled, thinking that if I didn't put this little girl down, she wouldn't know her place.

But what I said was true. Yang Ling, lacking a father's love and experiencing teenage rebellion, used to dislike school. Although she was extremely intelligent, she never studied hard, so her grades hovered around the lower-middle level. Later, because of me, she started studying diligently, and her grades quickly improved. She also became enthusiastic about participating in various school activities.

"Ah! You dare to laugh at me? Big brother is so mean, bullying me again, I'm not playing anymore, hmph!" Yang Ling's lips pouted again.

"Okay, okay, it was big brother's fault. My little Ling'er is the smartest. Let's check her Chinese first!" I quickly changed the subject.

"You're trying to change the subject again. No way, you bullied me, so I'll punish you by making you kiss me." Yang Ling said, her eyes wide.

Left with no other choice, I could only nod and smile wryly, lest I cause more trouble. So I quickly ran over and gave Yang Ling a light peck on the cheek, then fled back to my sofa like a fugitive.

"Now can you spare me? Can we begin?" I pleaded. "Hehe! It feels so good! I love it when big brother kisses me, big brother, let's begin!" Yang Ling said with a beaming smile, as happy as a little woman, lost in her fantasies, completely unaware of what she was saying, and readily agreed.

I first tested Yang Ling's basic Chinese language knowledge, which was essential for high school entrance exams. Yang Ling answered quickly and very well. Next, I tested her oral expression skills. I gave her a topic for an essay—"A fleeting moment in time, yet it blooms with its own charm and beauty"—and asked her to write it orally.

Yang Ling pondered for a moment, then her thoughts flowed freely as she slowly recited: "Through countless long and deep nights, it endured the loneliness and cold of darkness alone, yet its heart, like a spark beneath an iceberg, was filled with confidence and hope, believing that one day, the stars in the sky would sing for it. In life, many people accept loneliness and solitude, yet their hearts are steadfast, full of confidence in the future, and willing to dedicate their lives to their ideals. Acceptance and dedication are like gifts life gives us, allowing us to bravely accept the baptism of suffering and await the most beautiful moment of dedicating ourselves to our ideals, even if it is only a fleeting moment of brilliance."

Yang Ling's thoughts flowed like clouds and water, and I was deeply moved. This young woman is truly remarkable; her thinking is so quick, her language so beautiful, and she has created such a beautiful article in such a short time. She is indeed very impressive.

After reading her essay aloud, Yang Ling smiled and glanced at me sideways, as proud as a princess, as if to say, "Am I amazing?"

I then tested Yang Ling's knowledge of humanities subjects like history and English, which she answered perfectly. She truly was a child prodigy, with the same brilliance I had back in the day.

"Big brother, did you pass? Humph! I told you I had no problem. I read all the books you asked me to read, and I completed all the assignments you gave me perfectly, so you don't need to worry about my studies. Just focus on teaching me Taekwondo!" Yang Ling said confidently with a grin.

"Okay, okay, okay, my Ling'er is amazing, I don't need to teach you anymore. Since you passed, let's start learning Taekwondo!"

"Yay! Great! I can learn martial arts again!" Yang Ling jumped over from the sofa excitedly, hugged my head, and kissed my cheek passionately.

"My God! What's wrong with girls these days? Don't they realize they're playing with fire?" I thought helplessly. March 18th,
Chapter Nine: My Cooking Skills.

I previously taught Yang Ling the first three forms of Taekwondo Taegeuk. Judging from her kicking me when she opened the door this morning, she has mastered these three forms very well, only her strength needs improvement. However, I still need her to practice the forms and routines of these three forms properly, and correct any slightly incorrect movements.

Taegeuk Form One is Qian from the Bagua, signifying the origin of all things in the universe, meaning that Taegeuk Form One is the root of Taekwondo techniques. Taegeuk Form Two is Dui from the Bagua, signifying outward softness and inner strength. Therefore, although the techniques of Taegeuk Form Two appear soft, they can launch a strong attack at any time. Taegeuk Form Three is Li from the Bagua, signifying brightness like fire. Therefore, the techniques of Taegeuk Form Three are full of vitality and can also be used to cultivate agility when transitioning from defense to offense.

"Good, Ling'er has mastered the first three chapters very well and is making rapid progress. Next, we will begin learning the fourth chapter of Tai Chi. The fourth chapter of Tai Chi is Zhen from the Bagua, which signifies having a righteous spirit, being awe-inspiring, and inspiring fear in others. This chapter can cultivate a kind of imposing presence, and when combined with the unique roar of Taekwondo, it can launch a psychological attack on the opponent, giving you a mental advantage." I first gave a general explanation of the key points of the fourth chapter of Tai Chi, then demonstrated it once, and then guided Yang Ling to practice it section by section.

As I demonstrated the movements, I explained, "This set of techniques is divided into six sections. The first section involves a horizontal three-seven stance, a two-handed sword defense in front of the chest, followed by a lunge and a vertical sword attack, once on the left and once on the right."

I continued, "The second section involves a backward lunge, a two-handed sword overhead slash, followed by two front kicks, a straight punch, and a side kick, a three-seven stance, a two-handed sword defense in front of the chest, the front foot remaining stationary, and the body naturally turning to the side and backward."

Yang Ling was indeed very intelligent and had a very strong learning ability. Under my careful guidance, she quickly memorized the basic routines. Although her movements were still somewhat clumsy, it was still quite remarkable that she was able to memorize these routines in just over two hours.

"Ugh! I'm so tired, I'm covered in sweat. This chapter is much harder than the previous three. It's so hard to even memorize so many movements. When will I be able to connect them all?" Yang Ling collapsed onto the sofa, wiping her sweat with a towel, panting heavily.

"Hmm! Ling'er learns very quickly, very good. Now you've memorized the routine of Tai Chi Chapter Four, so you can practice on your own from now on. The moves in this chapter start with hand chop, hand chop attack, and penetrating hand, and then move on to more difficult techniques such as mid-section outside block and side kick, especially the mid-section outside block. Because the movements are quite difficult, you need to pay more attention when practicing. Remember to keep your center of gravity on the line of movement, and also be careful not to slip due to excessive force." I encouraged Yang Ling and explained the key points and precautions of Tai Chi Chapter Four again.

"Really? How long did it take you to learn this chapter, big brother?" Yang Ling immediately perked up after hearing my praise.

"Me? Hehe! I was a little faster than you! I think... I can't remember." I deliberately kept her in suspense.

"Tell me! Tell me!" Yang Ling asked anxiously.

"Two weeks," I laughed.

"Wow!" Yang Ling gasped, her mouth agape. "Big brother, you're amazing! You learned it in just two weeks! That's incredible! It took me three weeks to learn even one chapter of Tai Chi!" Yang Ling's eyes widened as she looked at me with utter admiration.

I secretly chuckled at her astonishment. Actually, it had taken me three weeks to fully master all four chapters of Tai Chi.

At this moment, Yang Ling was drenched in sweat, possessing a unique beauty. A few strands of her hair, damp with sweat, clung to her smooth forehead. Her rosy cheeks were like a large, red apple, incredibly cute. I really wanted to take a bite out of her face. Her newly developed breasts rose and fell, as if two little rabbits were throbbing restlessly inside, stirring up endless fantasies.

"I'm covered in sweat, it's so uncomfortable! Big brother, I'm going to take a shower." Yang Ling stretched, her chest naturally thrusting forward, fully revealing the beautiful contours of her breasts. Then she stood up from the sofa, went to the room to get her clothes, and went to shower.

A moment later, I heard the sound of running water from the bathroom. My mind naturally conjured up images of Yang Ling standing naked under the showerhead, her slender figure without an ounce of fat, her smooth, delicate, snow-white skin glistening with water, her newly developed breasts protruding like small steamed buns, the two tiny pink buds on top. Below her flat stomach was a patch of soft, dark gray hair covering the slightly raised flesh.

At that moment, my erection suddenly awakened, slowly struggling to lift its head slightly, pressing against my pants and looking around. "Oh dear! What's wrong with me lately? Why am I thinking about women all the time, even young girls? I want to fantasize about them. When did I become so lewd? No, no! I must reject this vulgarity!" My mind was a mess, and I tried desperately to banish these evil thoughts.

"Eek!" Just then, I heard the doorknob turn, and the door was gently pushed open. A familiar, slender figure walked in, and a faint fragrance wafted over, lingering around my nose—the scent of the French perfume "Poison." I took a deep breath, and my mind instantly cleared, the evil thoughts vanishing.

I didn't need to look to know it was Yang Jing returning; Poison was her signature perfume. I turned to look at Yang Jing as she entered the room.

Yang Jing was wearing a well-tailored, simple blue-black suit with a white tank top underneath. A platinum diamond chain hung from the collar, its diamond pendant framing her large breasts, sure to arouse lust. Her lightly dyed reddish-brown hair made her fair skin appear even whiter and more delicate, and her colorless lipstick accentuated her full, luscious lips, exuding an aura of nobility and elegance.

Although Yang Jing was wearing a suit, it couldn't conceal her graceful figure; the breasts of a mature woman were high, firm, large, and round—they could almost be described as voluptuous.

Time may be merciless, but it hadn't left many marks on Yang Jing; she looked at least five or six years younger than her actual age, like she was in her early thirties.

"Sister Jing, you're back." Although Yang Ling called me "Big Brother," I always called her "Mom."

"Xiao Qiang, you're here. Why didn't you bring Fei Fei along?" Yang Jing smiled.

I didn't speak. Although I had said I didn't care about Yao Feifei and wanted to have the whole forest, I still couldn't help but feel a pang of pain whenever someone mentioned her. I was silent for a while, then said softly, "She's not coming anymore. She went abroad."

Yang Jing tossed her light blue handbag onto the sofa, casually unfastening her hair clip, letting her beautiful hair fall loosely. She was taken aback by my answer, not expecting it, and looked up at me with pity.

Because I was close to Yang Jing's family, I had brought Yao Feifei here many times, and she was always welcomed by Yang Jing and Yang Ling. Yang Jing had always known about the deep affection between Yao Feifei and me; we loved each other very much. She couldn't believe Yao Feifei would abandon me and go abroad.

Yang Jing slowly walked over and sat on the sofa opposite me, silently watching me. After a long while, she didn't find any sadness on my face, which she found strange.

Yang Jing thought to herself, "There are two explanations for his behavior. One is that he's deeply saddened but buried it deep inside, and the other is that he's already moved on from the shadows. If it's the first one, then it's not good. He'll either die in silence or explode in silence."

"Xiao Qiang, you don't seem sad at all! What's wrong? Tell me! Don't keep it bottled up inside. Come on, tell your sister. I'll be your loyal listener. Your sister will always be on your side."

"Hehe! I know, my dear Jing-jie, I'm fine. It's just one woman! There will be plenty more in the future." I said, pretending to be nonchalant.

"That's good. It's good that you're alright. I don't think you're destined to have only one woman. You'll definitely have many women in the future. You're destined for romance! I told you before." Yang Jing finally felt relieved and started joking with me.

"Is it really true? That's great, hehe..." I said, pretending to be lewd when I heard Yang Jing say that, almost drooling.

"Hehe! Look at you." Yang Jing giggled.

Yang Jing took off her shoes, crossed her legs, clad in flesh-colored stockings, and rested them on the low table in front of her. She leaned back on the sofa, displaying a languid, girlish posture that left me speechless, staring blankly. My mouth watered, a trickle running down my chin. Luckily, Yang Jing was sitting with her back to me and didn't see my embarrassing state.

Yang Jing asked softly, "Where's Ling'er? I haven't seen her."

Her languid, weak voice was incredibly soothing to my ears, flowing like water through my body, giving me an indescribable feeling of comfort.

"Oh! She just finished taekwondo practice and went to take a shower," I replied.

"Hmm! I'm a little tired, so I'll just lie down on the sofa for a bit." Yang Jing finished speaking and leaned back on the sofa, closing her eyes. Her face showed weariness, not physical, but mental, as if she were hiding many unspoken worries.

Soon, Yang Jing's chest rose and fell slightly, her breathing even, and she fell asleep on the sofa, looking every bit like a sleeping beauty. Her posture was incredibly alluring. Looking at Yang Jing's large, heaving breasts, my mouth watered involuntarily, and the lust that had just subsided surged up again. My erection began to rise restlessly, and I started fantasizing again, this time imagining Yang Jing's perfect figure.

"Is Mom back?" Yang Ling rushed out of the room and asked.

Yang Ling's voice startled me from my erotic fantasies. I was startled, and a wave of shame washed over me. How could I act like this towards someone I respected? The lust within me immediately subsided.

I suddenly realized that Yang Jing was asleep, and quickly said, "Shh!" I put a finger to my lips, signaling Yang Ling not to speak loudly, and then pointed to Yang Jing sleeping on the sofa.

Yang Ling tiptoed over, having just bathed, and was now wearing a pure white dress. Her wet hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her rosy face looked even more radiant from the bath. She playfully put her right index finger to her lips. The

form-fitting dress perfectly showcased her slender figure. Her breasts were clearly restrained by her bra, but it also made them appear more prominent. Her abdomen was flat, and her waist was incredibly narrow, a perfect figure for a young girl. The hem of the dress reached only to her knees, revealing a large section of her fair and delicate legs, like two long white radishes or lotus roots just emerging from the water. She looked ethereal and otherworldly.

Now, Yang Ling resembled a little fairy, pure and innocent, a stark contrast to her playful morning self, now incredibly gentle and lovely, inspiring no impure thoughts.

"Big brother, why did Mom fall asleep as soon as she got back?" Yang Ling asked softly.

"Maybe your mom is just too tired from work, so you have to listen to her and not make her angry. It's not easy for her working outside!" I took the opportunity to give Yang Ling a lecture.

"Yes! It's really hard for my mom to raise me alone. I'll study hard so she can enjoy life in the future." When Yang Ling said this, I could really feel that she was much more mature than before.

"Then let's go make lunch! Let your mom rest for a while, and then we'll wake her up after we've finished cooking, giving her a surprise, okay?" I pinched Yang Ling's little cheek and asked.

"Okay, big brother, let's go make it! Let Mom taste my cooking." Yang Ling got excited as soon as she heard that she could cook, and it was rare for her to agree so readily.

As the saying goes, "Children from poor families learn to be independent early." From a young age, I learned to cook from my grandmother, watching her transform ingredients into delicious dishes. Through years of observation and practice, I've mastered the methods for each dish, practically inheriting her true skills. I also frequently watch cooking shows on television and have studied Traditional Chinese Medicine for a while, so I understand the nutritional components of various ingredients and can create delicious and nutritious dishes.

Cantonese people are very particular about soup making; every Cantonese woman must know how to make soup, otherwise she's considered an unqualified woman, unable to keep her man's heart. Through observation and self-study, I've also developed a knack for making soup. Now, I'm making "Double Ginseng and Lean Pork Delicious Soup."

The ingredients include 10 grams of ginseng, 150 grams of sea cucumber, 20 grams of shiitake mushrooms, 150 grams of lean pork, 50 grams of snow peas, 60 grams of bamboo shoots, and appropriate amounts of salt, high-quality fish sauce, and sesame oil. This soup is highly nourishing, increases appetite, and is very effective for those suffering from lethargy and fatigue.

Seeing Yang Jing looking so tired and exhausted, I wanted to make this soup to help her recover. She's out reporting all day, working incredibly hard, and as a woman, she has to be both a father and a mother, without anyone to care for her. It's truly heartbreaking.

First, I soaked the sea cucumber in warm water, then washed and cut it into small pieces. Next, I sliced the shiitake mushrooms, sliced the lean pork and bamboo shoots, and cut the ginseng into small pieces. I had Yang Ling wash the snow peas.

Before preparing the ingredients, I put an appropriate amount of water in a clay pot and put it on the gas stove over high heat. By the time I finished preparing the ingredients, the water in the clay pot was almost boiling. Then I put all the ingredients into the clay pot, making sure the water just covered them. Bringing the water to a boil takes some skill.

Next, I turned down the heat to a simmer and cooked it slowly until the lean pork was tender. Then I added fish sauce, MSG, sesame oil, etc., and then turned off the heat and served.

The soup was simmering slowly, and Yang Ling had already rinsed the rice, so I started making twice-cooked pork. Twice-cooked pork is a Sichuan dish, a staple for Sichuan people almost every meal, but I modified it to better suit the tastes of Cantonese people.

To make twice-cooked pork, you must use pork hind leg or pork belly. I first boiled the pork in water until it was about 70-80% cooked, then took it out and cooled it in cold water. After that, I sliced it thinly and poured it into a hot oil pan, slowly frying it until the fat rendered out. Once the thin slices curled slightly, I added chopped green peppers, garlic, scallions, ginger, and other ingredients, along with some fermented black beans and a suitable amount of salt, and stir-fried until the flavors were well combined. Then it was ready to be plated.

The dish was a vibrant mix of colors: the black of fermented black beans, the green of bell peppers, the white of garlic, the yellow of ginger, and the reddish-brown of pork. It was incredibly appealing, a feast for the eyes and the palate, almost too beautiful to resist. Just looking at it and smelling it made one's mouth water.

Yang Ling sniffed, tilted her head back, closed her eyes, and exclaimed in delight, "So fragrant! So fragrant!" After a pause, she added, "Big brother, I love you so much! Will Ling'er be your wife someday? Then I can eat your cooking every day."

"You little rascal, all you think about is that. It's not impossible for you to be my wife, but you have to learn to cook well first, otherwise I won't want you!" I teased Yang Ling jokingly.

"You said it yourself, I promise I'll learn well. You can't go back on your word later. I'm writing this down as proof," Yang Ling said happily.

"Study cooking properly, you little devil," I said, gently tapping Yang Ling's head.

"Oh! Yes, honey." Yang Ling scratched her head, then stood with her legs together in a serious salute.

"Then hurry up and fry your eggs!" I returned the salute.

Yang Ling and I looked at each other, and seeing each other's comical expressions, we couldn't help but laugh.

After Yang Ling finished frying the eggs, I made a dish of amaranth soup, and that was it. By then, the rice was cooked, and the soup was ready, so I asked Yang Ling to wake Yang Jing up and have lunch.

Although Yang Jing had washed her face, she was still a little sleepy and not fully awake. Her languid and delicate demeanor made her even more captivatingly beautiful.

When Yang Jing saw the table full of delicious food, which smelled wonderful, she looked up at me in surprise. She was astonished that I could cook such a delicious meal, and her eyes filled with tenderness.

I ladled a bowl of soup and handed it to Yang Jing, smiling, "Jing-jie, try my cooking. I saw you were too tired, so I made you some soup to nourish your body and relieve your fatigue."

Yang Jing took a small sip at first, then drank it in large gulps, praising it repeatedly, "Mmm! It's delicious, even better than my mom's soup! Xiao Qiang, I didn't expect your cooking to be so good! I want more, give me another bowl."

"Okay, I'm glad you like it, Jing-jie. There's still plenty of soup, you can drink a few more bowls." Hearing Yang Jing's praise, I couldn't help but feel happy and ladled her a full bowl.

"Mom, Mom, try my fried egg! See if it's good?" Yang Ling couldn't help but want to show off after seeing me praised.

"Mmm! It's delicious. I didn't expect my little darling to be able to cook. Mom is so happy." Yang Jing picked up a small piece of fried egg and put it in her mouth, saying happily. The worry on her face had disappeared, replaced by joy.

"Wow! I never thought these fatty pork pieces could be so delicious, so tender yet not greasy, so fragrant!"

"The amaranth is so tender!" Yang Jing exclaimed with delight, praising my cooking skills repeatedly. Her fatigue had completely vanished, and even the way she looked at me was different, as if she understood me better, her gaze softening considerably.

A sudden urge to urinate woke me up. I groggily got out of bed, went to the toilet, and then suddenly felt thirsty. Sigh! It's all my fault for drinking too much in the evening. I'm not a big drinker, so I went to bed early. I went downstairs and turned on the living room light, only to see Yang Jing sitting alone on the sofa, drinking alone. When she saw me, she panicked, a flicker of unease crossing her face, but she quickly regained her composure, her face still filled with worry and trouble.

"Sister Jing, why are you drinking alone so late?" I asked in surprise.

"Yeah! I'm a little troubled. Why did you come down?" Yang Jing said softly.

I slowly walked over to Yang Jing and sat down next to her. I poured myself a glass of water and said, "I'm thirsty, so I came here to get some water. What about you?"

I sat down next to Yang Jing and noticed a strong smell of alcohol on her. She must have drunk quite a bit. She drank a lot at dinner that night, and I didn't expect her to be drinking alone now. It was clear she was deeply troubled. But "drinking to drown one's sorrows only makes them worse!"

"Sigh! I feel so suffocated, so annoyed. I can't sleep at all, so I came down to drink. Since you're here, why don't you drink with me?" Yang Jing

's speech was already a little slurred. I snatched the glass from Yang Jing and said with pity, "Sister Jing, don't drink anymore. Drinking like this will hurt your health."

"No, just let me drink! I really want to get drunk." Yang Jing was already half-drunk, acting like a child, trying to get the glass back.

"Jing-jie, drinking won't relieve your troubles. Tell me what's bothering you! Maybe it'll make you feel better. Don't keep it bottled up inside; talking about it will make you feel better." I placed the glass out of Yang Jing's reach and gently supported her smooth arm.

"Xiaoqiang, do you know? My life is so hard!" Yang Jing said, her eyes reddening, tears welling up, looking like she was about to cry.

My heart ached inexplicably. From Yang Jing's words of "so hard," I deeply felt the bitterness in her heart. In the two years I spent with her and her daughter, I knew Yang Jing was a very strong woman. She rarely showed her vulnerable side to outsiders. Whether at work or at home, she always performed exceptionally well and strongly.

Chapter Ten: Yang Jing's Heartache .

Yang Jing hosted "Frontline Attack" on television, a highly popular news program that created a ratings miracle for the station, consistently ranking among the top programs of its kind. She was even named one of China's top ten hosts, a testament to her successful career. Since her divorce, she raised Yang Ling alone, rejecting many marriage proposals along the way. Over the years, she single-handedly raised Yang Ling to be incredibly intelligent.

"Jing-jie, tell me what's troubling you! I'll be your loyal listener, always on your side. Don't be afraid, I'll support you no matter what." I gently patted Yang Jing's back and spoke softly.

"Do you know how much I've suffered raising Ling'er all these years? So many scornful looks! My parents didn't support me, my friends didn't understand, and the hardest part was having to work and take care of Ling'er at the same time, causing her to suffer a lot too. If it weren't for you, Ling'er definitely wouldn't be as outstanding and well-behaved as she is now." Yang Jing finally broke down in tears, sobbing on my shoulder.

"That's how it is for mothers. Fortunately, Ling'er is all grown up now, doing well in her studies, and very sensible! Your hard work has finally paid off, Jing-jie should be happy!" I gently comforted her. Although what Yang Jing said was painful, I knew it wasn't the real reason for her troubles.

"Waaah! Actually, these aren't the worst parts. The worst part is how lonely I am! I can't tell anyone what's on my mind; I have to keep it all bottled up inside. So I have to work like crazy, venting all my frustrations on my work. I thought I could do well at work, but now there are problems at work again," Yang Jing sobbed on my shoulder.

This was the real reason for Yang Jing's troubles tonight. Yang Jing was known as a strong woman, taking her work very seriously. "Frontline Strike" specialized in reporting sensitive social news, daring to speak the voices of ordinary people. Of course, this offended many powerful figures, but her program won the praise of the people and the hearts of many.

"This time, our program was broadcasting that shocking murder case that rocked the whole city, but the station director suddenly stopped us from broadcasting it and forbade us from investigating anymore, saying that there were instructions from above. You know, this took us more than two months to produce! We wanted to continue investigating, but this morning we suddenly received a threatening letter saying that if we continued investigating, they would harm our families. Sigh! Xiao Qiang, what should we do?" Yang Jing said worriedly, her sobs gradually subsiding.

So that's what happened. Where is justice in this society? Those with power and money are the masters of this society. Collusion between officials and businessmen, and mutual protection among officials, have long since numbed the people.

"Sigh! Sister Jing, this is just how society is. Don't worry about it! If the station director tells you not to investigate, then don't investigate. Just give up on this episode! It won't cost you anything anyway." I gently hugged Yang Jing and sighed.

"No! You know what? I started this program to tell the people the truth and expose the facts of society. I've always thought I could use my pen and my mouth to do my part for social justice. I've never succumbed to external pressure, but now, for Ling'er's sake, I have to give in. I'm so unwilling! Waaah!" Yang Jing started crying again, and her grip on my arm tightened involuntarily.

"Don't put too much pressure on yourself. Even if you don't do this episode, no one will blame you. Why don't you ask the company for leave and rest at home for a few days to adjust your mindset?" It's very difficult to ask someone who has lived by their own principles for so long to give up their principles, and it's even more difficult to change them. So, this is the only way I could comfort Yang Jing.

"I've already asked the company for leave. Being able to cry really makes me feel a lot better. Thank you, Xiaoqiang, thank you for listening to me cry for so long." Yang Jing suddenly got up from me, wiping away her tears.

I knew Yang Jing was alright now. Only then did I have time to properly appreciate her. She usually dresses very seriously, with a kind of cold and elegant beauty. At home, she is very gentle and quiet, showing the softness of an Eastern woman. I've seen both kinds of beauty before, but I've never seen her so vulnerable.

Yang Jing's face was still streaked with tears, her eyes were hazy and misty, and her tear-streaked appearance had a dreamlike beauty. Because it was summer, she was only wearing a silk nightgown with a low neckline, revealing a large expanse of her snow-white breasts and a deep cleavage. Seeing this boundless spring scenery, I suddenly felt my breath catch, my blood rush, and my throat was gurgling as I swallowed.

"Xiao Qiang, I'm fine now. It's so late, go to sleep!" Yang Jing said gently.

Seeing that I hadn't spoken for a long time, Yang Jing couldn't help but look up, only to see me staring intently at her chest, my eyes radiating a strange light, and my breathing heavy.

Yang Jing's heart skipped a beat, and two blushes instantly rose to her cheeks. She thought to herself, "This little rascal, at a time like this, he actually..." Yet, she felt a strange joy in her heart.

"Huh? What? Jing-jie, what did you say?" I looked up and saw Yang Jing looking down shyly. My heart skipped a beat and started pounding.

The atmosphere suddenly became ambiguous. We sat there quietly, neither of us speaking. Our hearts were beating unusually fast in the darkness, the sound of our heartbeats particularly clear in the quiet night.

Since Yao Feifei left me, my thinking has changed drastically. I've become more casual about relationships, and my body has also changed significantly. My needs for women have become increasingly strong, and my resistance to them has weakened. The slightest temptation from a woman can make my blood boil and I lose control.

"Xiaoqiang, let's go to sleep!" Yang Jing, seeing that I hadn't made any further moves for a while, was slightly disappointed. As she slowly came to her senses, she gently pulled my hand and said softly.

Yang Jing thought to herself, "I'm so old, how can I attract someone so young?"

But Yang Jing didn't realize that it was precisely these words and the gesture of pulling my hand that led her to fall for me, becoming entangled in a passionate affair with me for the rest of her life.

I interpreted Yang Jing's words as an implication, a fatal one. They were like gasoline poured on my burning desire, igniting a sudden surge that consumed my last vestiges of reason. I grabbed Yang Jing's hand, pulling her tightly into my arms, her soft, warm body enveloped in my embrace. A sensual sensation spread rapidly from my hands throughout my body.

"No, let me go! Hurry!" Yang Jing cried out. Although she hadn't had sex in ten years, the last vestiges of reason told her she couldn't do this. But I had

no intention of letting go. I only wanted to possess her as quickly as possible. I was losing control; the desire I'd suppressed all day couldn't be extinguished. It surged like a volcanic eruption from the depths of my being.

"Xiao Qiang, no! Let me go!" Yang Jing pleaded, her voice trembling, almost crying. Her beautiful face flushed pink, and her breathing became rapid.

"No! I don't care anymore!" My moral standards finally collapsed, so I gently pulled Yang Jing into a tilted embrace, lowered my head, and kissed her rosy lips.

This kiss brought unexpected consequences. Yang Jing's delicate body trembled. Instead of refusing, she responded with an almost frenzied passion, tightly sucking on my tongue and wrapping her arms around my neck, as if trying to merge us into one.

I hadn't expected Yang Jing to be so passionate and thirsty, and I was overjoyed. I teased and caressed her jade-like body even more vigorously. I slipped one hand inside the neckline of her nightgown, grabbing and kneading one of her large breasts, while my right hand slipped inside her skirt. Yang Jing wasn't wearing any underwear; she was completely naked under her nightgown, which saved me a lot of trouble.

My right hand covered Yang Jing's pubic hair, rotating my palm and caressing it. Soon, a large amount of nectar flowed from her secret valley, dripping onto my palm. I extended a finger and gently rubbed it against the entrance of her valley. Her juices instantly soaked my finger, and it slid smoothly into her flower path.

"Oh!" Yang Jing gasped softly, her body trembling uncontrollably. Her buttocks swayed, and the tender flesh inside her flower path writhed, releasing a large amount of sticky fluid that tightly enveloped my finger, trying to completely engulf it.

Yang Jing's valley was warm, slippery, and soft. My finger felt waves of tingling sensations. I could clearly feel the folds of tender flesh inside. I immediately began to use my finger skills, probing, rotating, and thrusting inside her flower path.

Chapter Eleven: Sister Jing's Thoughts (Part Two)

The waves of pleasure emanating from her vagina made Yang Jing scream and go wild. Her hands roughly tore off my clothes, which fluttered off my body like butterflies. Then she moved her sexy lips from my mouth and lowered her head to lick and kiss my neck and chest.

I withdrew my fingers from Yang Jing's honeypot, and with a "plop," a large amount of love juice came out. Yang Jing let out another "Oh!" and suddenly felt an unprecedented emptiness inside her honeypot. I used both hands to quickly remove her silk nightgown and tossed it on the ground.

Yang Jing's snow-white, tender, and infinitely alluring mature body was fully displayed before my eyes. Time may be merciless, but it hadn't left many marks on her body. Her breasts were full and firm, showing no signs of sagging. On the snow-white peaks were two large purple nipples, purple buds I had never seen before, probably from when she breastfed Yang Ling, giving me a huge shock. Yang

Jing's lower abdomen was smooth and flat, without any of the belly of a middle-aged woman. Her skin was smooth and delicate, feeling like touching silk. Below her lower abdomen was a large patch of grass, the largest I had ever seen, where the grass grew lush and abundantly, filling me with fantasies. Her two thighs were long, white, and very well-proportioned.

My breathing grew heavier, and my hands climbed up Yang Jingfeng's full, firm breasts, gently caressing and kneading them. Then I lowered my head and took her left nipple into my mouth, sucking on it with abandon. Occasionally, I would lightly bite her nipple with my teeth, and with each bite, the slight pain would cause Yang Jingfeng's head to tilt back, her ample breasts thrusting out, and she would moan ecstatically. My hands were not idle either, traversing her body, crossing a charming little pool, and finally reaching a triangular area, where I stopped and played freely in the valley.

"Oh..." Yang Jingfeng's delicate body trembled under the teasing of my hands, and she kept moaning. Her body, which had remained celibate for ten years, could not withstand my teasing at all. At this moment, she had completely surrendered, completely caught in the whirlpool of lust.

Touching and kissing were no longer enough to satisfy my desires, nor could Yang Jing. She cried out in a wanton voice, "Xiao Qiang, take me! Ah! Faster! Faster... I can't take it anymore!"

"Mmm!" I responded softly, then lowered myself, straddling Yang Jing. Yang Jing cooperated, moving her body down to meet me passionately.

When my penis found the entrance to her secret valley, I wiggled my hips a few times, letting it rub against her entrance, a kind of greeting between my penis and her honey pot. Then I lowered myself, and my penis completely succumbed. With a "plop," juices splattered everywhere. My penis smoothly passed through Yang Jing's flower path, reaching her very core.

"Ah!" We both groaned simultaneously, filled with satisfaction and pleasure. Yang Jing's honeyed orifice, far from drying up due to ten years of neglect, instead overflowed like a flash flood, its nectar flowing endlessly from our point of union. My dragon, never before lingering in such a watery cave, suddenly found such a bountiful outlet, tumbling and swirling within with delight, trembling freely as if swimming in the ocean.

Ten years of loneliness and emptiness in Yang Jing were instantly filled; her heart felt incredibly full. Waves of tingling pleasure, like a tsunami, surged over her from her core, making her feel as if she were standing on the crest of a wave. She cried out in excitement, moaning loudly with pleasure.

Yang Jing's delicate body swayed wildly like a lotus leaf in a storm, her two enormous breasts bobbing violently up and down and side to side, providing me with immense visual stimulation. Coupled with her moans, my courage surged. I hoisted Yang Jing's jade-like legs onto my shoulders, gripped her soft waist, and began to thrust and pound relentlessly.

I found no light in the darkness, but I found boundless spring colors. The once silent night resounded with a monotonous yet captivating symphony.

Right there in Yang Jing's living room, Yang Jing and I made love almost frantically. To my surprise, Yang Jing was even more passionate than me. She kept shaking her large buttocks and thrusting upwards, trying to make each of my thrusts go all the way in. This gave me a feeling I had never experienced before.

We made love for at least two hours. Suddenly, Yang Jing's body tensed up, her moans intensified, and her buttocks moved even faster. I could clearly feel a huge suction from deep within her vagina, the walls of her flesh tightly gripping my penis, a tingling and numb sensation. I knew I was about to reach my climax.

"Xiao Qiang, I... I'm about to cum! Let's... let's climax together!" Yang Jing cried out.

"Mmm! I... I'm going to cum too," I said breathlessly, my words broken.

"Shoot inside me, I want it!" Yang Jing cried out lasciviously.

Yang Jing's words were incredibly seductive. Excited, I let out a low growl, and a surge of energy coursed through my body, rushing towards my dragon. The dragon suddenly leaped, spewing a stream of nectar from its mouth, splashing it onto Yang Jing's flower core.

"Ah!" Yang Jing let out a final scream. The suction of her flower core intensified, drawing away all of the dragon's essence.

Only then did our first passionate encounter subside. Yang Jing's face was flushed, radiating a captivating glow. Her body, completely naked, lay limply on the sofa, our lower bodies still tightly joined. We embraced tightly, silently savoring the afterglow of our climax.

"I want more," Yang Jing whispered in my ear a few minutes later.

"What, you've tasted it? I want it too!" I chuckled softly, my lower body beginning to move.

"Carry me to the room," Yang Jing moaned softly.

"Mmm!" I nodded in response, letting Yang Jing's legs hook around my waist. I held her back with both hands and lifted her up with a sudden movement, our lower bodies still connected.

"Xiao Qiang is so amazing!" Yang Jing said sweetly, then kissed my lips and leaned her head on my shoulder.

I stood up, holding Yang Jing, and suddenly thrust my hips upwards, stimulating her honey pot, and Yang Jing let out a groan.

"Haha!" I laughed and walked towards Yang Jing's room, constantly thrusting my hips, and so we made love while standing and moving.

Yang Jing's room was on the first floor. I gently placed her on the bed and then knelt down. Soon, our naked bodies began to intertwine, rise and fall, and turn over again. The whole room was filled with a lewd atmosphere and erotic sounds, and the spring scenery grew stronger and more boundless.

I thrust into Yang Jing's beautiful body again and again, and Yang Jing's soft moans further stimulated me, while the desire to conquer swelled and spread in my heart.

We tried many positions, and they all worked perfectly together. My massive penis could fit perfectly into Yang Jing's flower path. Even when we were lying on our sides, when I entered her from behind, my penis could tightly fill her honey hole. The free thrusting and rotating gave her the most intense stimulation.

After all, not everyone has a sixteen or seventeen-centimeter-long penis, and my size and hardness are unmatched. The suction of Yang Jing's honey hole is also extremely rare. If it weren't for my penis, I think very few men could last so long inside her. So her honey hole can be described as exquisite.

Although it was only our first time making love—no, our second time—we had already reached a level of perfect coordination.

Now Yang Jing was lying on the bed, supporting herself with her elbows, her large buttocks raised towards me. I stood on the floor beside the bed, stroking her beautiful buttocks with both hands, my penis thrusting in and out of her honey hole from behind.

The advantage of this position is that it allows you to see the woman's buttocks. Therefore, women who choose this position for intimacy must have large, perky buttocks to create a visual impact on the man. Another advantage is that it allows the man's penis to penetrate deeply, reaching the very core of the woman's vagina.

Yang Jing's buttocks were round, large, thick, and snow-white, without a single flaw. They felt incredibly smooth and comfortable to the touch, and were a supreme pleasure to look at. As I thrust in and out, she constantly swayed her buttocks, giving me a strange stimulation that made me thrust faster and harder.

I held Yang Jing's buttocks with both hands and thrust hard, her vaginal fluids spraying everywhere. Every time I pulled out my penis with all my might, I forcefully spread her buttocks apart, so I could clearly see the soft flesh inside her vagina turning outwards due to my rapid withdrawal, the opening wide open, with a large amount of milky white love fluid gushing out, dripping onto the thick pubic hair, then flowing down her thighs and onto the sheets, leaving a large wet stain.

Seeing such a lewd scene, I think every man would be aroused, and I, who created this scene myself, was even more excited and my blood was boiling. After I pulled my dragon out completely, I would then forcefully squeeze Yang Jing's buttocks together with both hands, causing her vagina to immediately close. I would then thrust forward, and my dragon would rub intensely against her vagina, penetrating completely, which was incredibly stimulating and gave Yang Jing immense pleasure. Each thrust would produce a loud "plop" sound, further stimulating my desire.

Every time I pulled out my dragon, Yang Jing would arch her back, following my dragon, yearning for it to penetrate and fill the emptiness within her.

Two more hours later, Yang Jing cried out, "Ahhh!" Her muscles tensed, and a powerful suction force emanated from deep within her, gripping my penis tightly, preventing it from withdrawing. A rotating force from the walls of her vaginal canal coiled around my penis like electric coils, making each thrust require even more effort.

I knew Yang Jing was about to climax, and I wanted to climax with her. Climaxing with Yang Jing would be an unparalleled pleasure. Despite my previous experience, the suction and spiraling force within Yang Jing's vagina still caught me off guard, filling me with inexplicable excitement. At this moment, I also felt the urge to ejaculate.

I held Yang Jing's beautiful buttocks, slapping them slightly with one hand. Her buttocks moved violently and rapidly, my penis thrusting in and out of her vagina until it was barely visible. Each impact elicited a scream from Yang Jing that was both painful and pleasurable.

Finally, Yang Jing's cries continued unabated, and a gush of vaginal fluid gushed from the depths of her flower, spraying onto my erect penis. Stimulated by this, my body trembled, and a surge of hot semen erupted, spraying deep into her flower.

A tingling sensation, like being electrocuted, ran through the depths of Yang Jing's flower, causing it to involuntarily writhe and curl up, the suction becoming stronger, and the fleshy walls on both sides of her flower path contracting even more violently, the spiraling force seemingly trying to twist my erect penis

off. Under such powerful suction, all my semen was absorbed completely, not a drop was lost. Only then did Yang Jing and I finally cease our passion. We lay side by side on her bed, but Yang Jing turned over and lay on my broad chest. Seeing that my penis was still hard, she used her small hands to poke around below, then let it re-enter her honeyed cave, and then lay on top of me, silently enjoying herself.

Yang Jing, her body limp and weak, lay languidly on my chest, murmuring softly. My hand moved to her back, caressing her plump, pert buttocks and gently patting them.

"Xiao Qiang, you're so strong! I feel so good!" Yang Jing said softly, drawing circles on my chest with her right index finger.

"Sister Jing is amazing too, I've never felt so good before," I smiled, gently patting her full buttocks.

"You little rascal, you're laughing at me again, it's all your fault." Yang Jing bit my shoulder hard. At this moment, she was hardly a strong woman, but clearly a little woman!

"Ah!" I managed to suppress a loud cry, only letting out a low growl.

"I want you to remember me for the rest of your life, so that you'll remember me whenever you see this bite mark." Yang Jing's eyes were filled with deep affection.

"I will, Sister Jing, you're my woman now, I want you to be my woman for life," I said earnestly.

"Xiaoqiang, can you grant me a request?" Yang Jing's face was full of spring fever, but her eyes revealed a hint of worry and unease.

"Don't just ask for one, I'll grant a hundred requests." An incomparable sense of satisfaction welled up inside me, and I readily agreed.

"Xiaoqiang, please don't tell Ling'er about this, okay? I hope I can still be your Sister Jing, and I hope we can maintain our previous relationship," Yang Jing said softly.

"Why, Sister Jing?" I couldn't help but ask.

"You know Ling'er likes you a lot, and she'll definitely marry you when she grows up. How can I, as her mother, steal a man from my own daughter?" Yang Jing paused, her face flushing, and continued, "Besides, I'm so much older than you, we can't be together. I'll just be your lover from now on. As long as you come and be affectionate with me from time to time, I'll be satisfied. In front of others, we shouldn't act any different from before."

"Sister Jing, but doing this to you..." I knew I couldn't marry Yang Jing, but hearing her say that still made my heart ache.

"Promise me, okay? Xiao Qiang, I'll be your secret lover, okay? I'll be your woman, I'll be your secret lover, I'll stay with you forever." Yang Jing suddenly became coquettish and said affectionately.

"I promise you, Sister Jing, but I have a request." I hesitated for a while, and finally reluctantly agreed.

"Xiao Qiang, you're so good. Tell me, what's your request?" Yang Jing pecked me on the cheek and laughed excitedly.

"Jing-jie, from now on, when we're together in private, I'll call you 'wife,' and you call me 'husband,' okay?" I asked.

"Husband," Yang Jing called out shyly.

"Wife," I said, my heart filled with tenderness, and I hugged Yang Jing and kissed her passionately again.

"No, husband, it's almost dawn, you should go back to your room. It wouldn't be good if Ling'er found out." Yang Jing was soon aroused again, but she held back and began urging me to leave.

"But I want to do it with you again," I whispered in Yang Jing's ear.

"No, two times isn't enough! My back is about to fall apart. How about we do it again tonight? I'll serve you well tonight," Yang Jing said shyly.

I was a little reluctant, but I knew it wouldn't be good if Yang Ling found out. However, I didn't want to refuse, so I thrust my lower body a few times. Yang Jing frowned and couldn't help but moan.

"Ah! Honey, you're so naughty! Get out of here, or I won't let you touch me again!" Yang Jing said, then bit me again in retaliation, right in the same spot. I couldn't help but cry out in pain, and then I ran back to my room naked.

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