[Records of the Year Renwu]

Prologue

That morning, Xiao Tang made a phone call back to China to Xiao Xiao. He knew that any earlier and she

might be busy; it was almost bedtime back home. There was still time for a casual chat before sleep, so

Xiao Tang thought the timing was perfect. Therefore, when the call connected but no one answered, he was somewhat surprised.

Perhaps Xiao Xiao was taking a shower, he thought.

He imagined water droplets flowing over Xiao Xiao's body, over her navel, over her lower abdomen, over her lush, green breasts…

he couldn't help but feel a little intoxicated.

He recalled the night they parted, holding Xiao Xiao in his arms, her soft hair by her neck, and

the sheer bra straps faintly visible beneath her sundress straps, extending into her top and connecting

to that suddenly bulging area. The strap clung tightly to his skin, and his hand couldn't help but want to

extend it downwards, or to brush it past his collarbone, down his shoulder, his fingers pinching the cold, hard material, his palm gliding over the soft

skin, down his upper arm, down…

Xiao Tang's imagination usually stopped there; he hadn't seen Xiao Xiao's breasts yet. They must be quite full. He

had never understood why the Tang people considered plumpness beautiful. Was it just because that old lecher Li Longji had taken a fancy to

his plump daughter-in-law? But ever since he touched Xiao Xiao's arm, he understood—

Xiao Xiao looked very upright, with her arched eyebrows, her pouting lips when she was slightly angry, and the way she glared at him;

he only felt she was somewhat dashing, in a word, pretty. If she wore men's clothing, she would be handsome. So when he discovered how incredibly soft and supple the arms of

this woman dressed as a man were, his fingers sinking into them, able to faintly feel

the elasticity of her skin, he was captivated, willingly sinking into that rich, fertile land.

After that, he saw several more beautiful women: the woman in the white

dress swaying in the sunset on his way back from the bookstore; the full, white legs beneath her denim skirt; the rounded shoulders; the jade-like earlobes flushed slightly from

the cocktail …

But none of them could compare to his Xiaoxiao, the woman who looked handsome and dashing, yet felt so full and smooth, so soft

and boneless her…

Xiao Tang smiled and shook his head, dialing Xiaoxiao's number again. But she still didn't answer. Was she

preparing her visa interview and had her phone on silent? Perhaps. Xiao Tang felt a surge of

anger towards those terrorists—visas were even more difficult after 9/11, and his Xiaoxiao's offer wasn't good enough; she had already

been rejected once. Xiao Xiao was originally going to fly over and throw herself into his arms, but now some unexpected complications have arisen.

Hmph…

Xiao Xiao was introduced to him by his uncle, who was a colleague of Xiao Xiao's parents. Xiao Tang was somewhat dismissive of

this old-fashioned approach, but after meeting Xiao Xiao

, he accepted it. Having seen so many relationships come and go in university, Xiao Tang had become somewhat disillusioned with the idea. Adding to this, during

his , he went out with a girl, and when they were about to leave, a guy in a Mercedes picked her up—

because he had a date that evening. So Xiao Tang walked home. From then on, he became increasingly disheartened.

After meeting Xiao Xiao, he thought: perhaps marrying a wife in the traditional way isn't so bad. The pre-marital

romance might be lacking, but there's a lifetime to make up for it. He can just cherish his wife well in the future.

Holding hands, growing old together. Such pure happiness was conceived thousands of years ago;

the steadfastness are no less than any romance of today.

Trip

During her graduation internship, Xiaoxiao stayed at school. She didn't need to worry about her internship report; her father would have someone take care of it

—because there were many things to handle before going abroad, so she didn't want to be distracted by those.

With five days left in her internship, her mother called, saying she would take her out for a relaxing trip. The wife of Mayor Lu, whom she

knew , owned a villa in Binzhou and invited Xiaoxiao and her mother to visit. Since everything

was mostly settled, Xiaoxiao was happy to take a break and went. She just didn't know if Xiao Tang would call her—Xiao Tang

usually called her house because cell phone calls were expensive.

Xiaoxiao had been staying at Mrs. Lu's villa for three days. Mrs. Lu was very hospitable, taking Xiaoxiao

out to eat and to the beach. Actually, the villa had a swimming pool, but Xiaoxiao preferred the sea. —Xiaoxiao loved

swimming; she was confident in her skills and her figure in the pool.

Xiao Xiao was swimming on her back in the pool, while Mrs. Lu and her mother chatted idly on chairs by the poolside—oh,

and there was also A-Jian, Mayor Lu's son, Luo. He had just returned from Guangzhou at noon, on a long vacation; he's a

police officer, after all. Quite a few people had fallen for Xiao Xiao—classmates, children of her parents' colleagues, and

A-Jian was one of them, wasn't he?

It was so peaceful, Xiao Xiao thought leisurely, gazing at the starry sky as she drifted in the pool—"I wonder what Xiao Tang is doing

now , in class? Did he get up at 9 o'clock? That guy must still be fast asleep, haha!

" Suddenly, there was a splash—someone jumped into the pool. It must be A-Jian, that muscle-bound guy,

always so loud! —Xiao Xiao continued, tilting her head back.

Ah Jian swam to her side, brushing his wet hair back:

"Hey, wanna race?"

Xiao Xiao raised an eyebrow: "Who's afraid of who?"

"Alright then, you go first, 500 meters."

"Hmph, only ten laps, please."

Xiao Xiao twisted her body and swam forward. Ah Jian quickly darted out to follow.

The two mothers above watched with great interest.

Ah Jian followed leisurely from the side, casually glancing at the energetic body beside him, the

firm buttocks that occasionally surfaced, the curve of her back, waist, and hips resembling a sine wave rising and falling in the water, the

long and powerful legs kicking, the half-curve of her chest that only surfaced when she breathed… Ah Jian

couldn't help but swallow hard. This was much better than those timid older women. He began to imagine that

curve undulating beneath his own body…

In the bathroom next to the pool.

A damp black swimsuit lay under the small lamp on the vanity.

Xiao Xiao lay in the foamy bathtub, gently rubbing her left ankle. She was

so otherwise, she wouldn't have lost to that guy, A-Jian. But that guy was alright, he massaged her ankle.

After a while, she felt much better. No wonder he's supposedly trained as an armed police officer, huh? Xiao Xiao

thought .

Wrapped in a towel, she returned to her room and was about to go to bed when someone knocked on the door. "It must be A-Jian, what's going on ?"

she muttered as she opened the door. Sure enough, it was him, wearing only a towel around his waist, revealing his muscular upper body.

"Is your leg alright?"

"It's fine, thanks for earlier. We can compete again tomorrow."

Xiao Xiao looked up. But she noticed that after asking that question, he didn't say anything more, just staring intently at her. She felt

a little embarrassed and lowered her head to avoid his gaze. Her eyes swept over his broad shoulders, his bulging chest,

the bulging muscles of his abdomen… She quickly turned her head away, giving a low dismissal:

"I'm going to sleep, goodnight,"

and turned to close the door.

A-Jian had already slipped in quietly and pounced on Xiao Xiao. Startled, Xiao Xiao struggled.

"Hey, you're done? I'm going to tell Aunt Zheng."

She scolded playfully, but didn't raise her voice. Firstly, Madam Lu and her mother were on good terms, and it wouldn't look good if things got out of hand .

Secondly, for some reason, touching Ah Jian's body and being overwhelmed by his strong masculine scent made her feel flustered and weak; her outstretched

hand went limp.

She struggled a few times and turned around, but had already managed to pull off the bath towel. Just as she was about to step out,

Ah Jian grabbed her tightly from behind. He wrapped one arm around her chest, trapping her long legs between his own,

while his other hand brazenly fondled her still-wet vulva.

Looking at the trembling body in his arms, his eyes blazed with fire. He suddenly turned her around, pulled her

hands over her head, and held her behind his back. He lifted her snow-white, full thighs, spread them apart, lowered himself

slightly , and gently laid her down…

Just then, there was a knock at the door. It was her mother outside:

“Xiaoxiao, is your foot feeling better?”

She pulled away from Ajian, picked up a towel to cover her chest, and replied,

“It’s better, I’m asleep.”

“Do you want me to put some more medicine on?”

“No, I’m a little tired, I just want to sleep.”

“Okay, sleep well, goodnight.”

She turned to glare at Ajian, but seeing that he was still naked, she quickly turned her head away again:

“I’ve seen it all, I’ve touched it all, why aren’t you leaving?”

He hugged her from behind again, his hot, hard erection pressing against her buttocks, and whispered in her ear:

“You want it too, don’t you? You’re so wet… Come on, I’ll give you something even better than before.”

He then turned her around…

...

Far away, Xiao Tang sat in front of the screen, typing yet another letter to Xiao Xiao.

"I will build a home for me and for you.

I have said the following words a thousand times in my dreams,

and I said them to you too.

Now I will say them again. I want you to know that I am serious.

To meet or part,

to live or die,

we have oaths

for you, and I

give you my hand,

I will hold you,

live together

till old age,"

he wrote.

Xiao Tang smiled, recalling those playful, gentle, and teasing words—those

emails were all from Xiao Xiao. In those early days away from his homeland, amidst the cold winds and rain,

separated by , Xiao Xiao's letters were his only way to escape the unfamiliar outside world.

What a considerate girl, he thought, "If I marry you in the future, I will definitely

cherish you"—those were the words he had once said to her. He should strive towards that goal. Xiao Xiao should

be up . The procedures for going abroad are so complicated; she's been busy with that lately…

At this moment, she was sound asleep…

Xiao Xiao slowly woke up and found herself in A Jian's arms, her legs tightly wrapped around one of his legs,

his lower body warm against hers. Had she slept like this last night? Xiao Xiao blushed. Seeing

the white bath towel scattered on the floor, she suddenly remembered that this man had forcibly

taken , and immediately thought of Xiao Tang, her brows furrowing deeply. Sigh, Xiao Tang, Xiao Tang… Looking up,

she met A Jian's grinning gaze, and a surge of anger rose within her.

"Pah!"

she spat, pushed him away, and turned away, leaning to the side.

Ah Jian, his face already gleaming with lust, sidled up to her.

"Want to compete again? How about we compete in bed?"

"Ahhhhhh!"

she cried out, only to be flipped over by Ah Jian, who was now on top of her.

"You pervert, let me go! ...I'm not ready yet...Ahhhhhh, it hurts!"

She pounded her fists on his shoulder...

...

Xiao Tang... Xiao Tang... Hmm... Xiao Tang...

...

Xiao Xiao was about to go back to school, and Madam Lu was very reluctant to let her go, so she asked Ah Jian to drive her home. Xiao Xiao tried to

refuse , but her mother stopped her. She had no choice but to go with Ah Jian. Her mother went straight home.

Although Xiao Xiao and Ah Jian were cold to each other in front of Madam Lu, the hint of desire in the little girl's eyes couldn't be hidden

from her. Knowing her son was happy, Madam Lu was also pleased. She planned

to sorted out.

Xiaoxiao

thought returning to school would free her from Ajian's harassment, but little did she know the nightmare had only just begun.

Because she needed to concentrate on preparing for her exams to study abroad, Xiaoxiao had moved out last semester, and her roommate

had rented out her bed to someone outside. By the time Xiaoxiao was almost done with her studies, graduation was approaching, and whether she moved out or not...

Not much difference, and since the girl currently living there really wanted the place, Xiaoxiao didn't

bother continued living in the apartment.

She lived in a downstairs room, and upstairs lived a couple from her school. They were probably a couple

, judging by how affectionate they seemed. However, they moved out a few days after Xiaoxiao returned, which was a bit

sudden . When Xiaoxiao asked them, they only said they had found a better place elsewhere. A better place?

This apartment was already cheap enough; it was clearly an excuse. But since they didn't want to talk about it, she didn't ask further. However,

when the new tenant appeared in front of her that night, she immediately understood—it was A-Jian. Xiaoxiao slammed

the door and went into her room in anger.

But what could she do? She couldn't bear to kick out the girl in the dorm, and

she had already paid for the month's rent. It was only the beginning of the month, and even if she wanted to kick her out, she would have to wait until next month.

Find Where could she find one in such a short time? She would just have to endure these twenty-odd days. Xiaoxiao made a silent decision.

But Ah Jian wasn't well-behaved that night. He'd find some excuse to knock on her door and then pounce on her on the bed.

His strong body pressed against hers, his hands roaming freely, leaving her powerless to push him away. Remembering

how she'd writhed and yielded beneath him, she couldn't bring herself to scream. She closed her eyes, clung to his shoulders, and let him do as he pleased…

As we've mentioned, Xiao Xiao is a diligent girl. While the girls around her were busy with romance and sweet nothings

, she always found time to study at the library. Now, although Ah Jian was always clinging to her, she couldn't

neglect her studies. She didn't go to the library every day, but two or three times a week.

Ah Jian, however, insisted on going with her. "This little tagalong," Xiao Xiao sighed, "so clingy. Every night he'd

cling to her like a twisted taffy, endlessly doing whatever he wanted."

Deep down, Xiao Xiao couldn't bear to part with Xiao Tang, often hesitating and agonizing, unsure how to resolve the situation, and thus she wasn't

kind to Ah Jian. But she was still a young girl in the throes of first love, and in the heat of the moment, she was

caught up in the advances of a tall, handsome older brother who was groveling around her, and she couldn't resist. He really had energy, often leaving her breathless.

Xiao Xiao pursed her lips, her face flushed, and her legs involuntarily clenched together.

Today she was wearing a sleeveless light blue top, paired with a white floral print knee-length skirt, and a pair of transparent

flat sandals—at 167cm, she almost never wore heels, so it was enough for her. She was full of confidence.

A-Jian, wearing only a t-shirt and shorts, followed closely behind, trying to hold

Xiao Xiao 's hand, but she shook him off and kept going. The south wind blew, and under the swaying light blue top,

her round, plump figure swayed playfully. A-Jian's throat tightened, and he quickly took two steps forward.

On the way, Xiaoxiao ran into a classmate she knew. She greeted her with a bright smile, and Ajian also came up behind her,

waved , and grinned.

"Wow, what a handsome guy! Is he your boyfriend?"

"No, it's just Uncle Shi's son visiting. I was just showing him around." Xiaoxiao explained, glancing

at him furiously.

"You don't need to show him around every day, haha."

"Go to hell!"

The girl giggled and walked away. It wasn't unusual for her seniors and juniors to follow Xiaoxiao around. This

Uncle Shi's son was a new face, but he was so sunny, tall and handsome, with a

nice bulge under his t-shirt.

...

Xiaoxiao sat at the large table in the study room, writing furiously. Ajian leaned to the side, his head resting on his arm, using a

movie book to cover half his face, occasionally glancing at Xiaoxiao beside him.

Her light blue top had an open shoulder, fastened with small buttons in the front and back, with a flower-like knot tied in the middle of

the row of buttons. Her exposed arms resembled a lotus root. Long hair was gathered behind her ears, her

soft delicate sideburns making her cheeks appear even more radiant. His gaze drifted downwards; beneath her skirt, her legs

were crossed, her left foot, free of a sandal, resting on the instep of her right, her big toe rubbing against it—she was probably thinking about something—he

noticed her toenails were unpainted, her soft soles, pink insteps, clean and smooth, her rounded

ankles connecting to a gracefully bulging line, full and taut. He imagined holding those

beautiful feet, caressing them with his tongue, cherishing them…

Xiao Xiao was frowning in thought when A Jian suddenly leaned in, his eyes sparkling, and whispered,

“Come out for a moment.”

Without waiting for her response, he grabbed her arm and yanked her outside. Xiao Xiao cried out, “My shoes—”

but he had already dragged her out.

A boy accidentally knocked over one of the older boys' books. The bespectacled boy looked up and said,

"What's going on..."

He was about to glare at the clumsy boy when he caught a whiff of a faint, feminine scent on the passing breeze. He quickly

turned towards the door, only managing to catch a glimpse of a slender, light blue figure disappearing out the door.

Ignoring Xiaoxiao's annoyance, Ah Jian dragged her straight into the bookstore. Rows and rows of bookshelves reached

the ceiling , the old books rarely consulted. The lights in the bookstore were off,

creating a dim atmosphere. The sunlight filtering through the windows only reached the edge of this dark forest.

Deep within the bookshelves, Ah Jian held her close, chest to back. One hand slipped under her top

, reaching her breasts, gently pushing up her bra, kneading one breast. The other hand moved down from her waist

, his broad palm pressing against her flat stomach, his fingers tracing the slit through the thin fabric.

He sucked on her neck, on her earlobe, breathing warmly,

"Your feet are so soft, I want to eat them."

These past few nights, he'd been holding her like this, urging her to make love, making her even more sensitive. His large hand warmly

kneaded her breasts, while her lower opening was already wet from the rough fingers scraping against it.

"But...but..."

she frowned, as if making a difficult decision.

Ah Jian, however, had already knelt down in front of her, lifted one of her feet, removed the hanging shoe, and cupped it in his hands,

gently caressing it. His eyes gleamed in the darkness, fixed on her, as he slowly took each of her toes into

his mouth, licking and sucking.

She leaned against the bookshelf, her hands clasped behind her back, her lips tightly pressed together in the darkness. Her toes were warmly enveloped

, her soles warmly caressed, and she felt a warmth rise in her heart. "Mmm... My left foot feels better," she

hummed sweetly.

He quickly released the foot, then picked up the other and licked the instep and ankle, his tongue

involuntarily sliding upwards along the line.

Over there was a window letting in sunlight; the sliver of light illuminating it outlined the silhouette of a young girl, her

chest rising and falling gently, one leg held in the arms of a boy. Outside the window was a courtyard,

shaded by a deep blue sky, with the cooing of pigeons echoing beneath the clear air.

He admiringly stroked the smooth, rounded skin of her calf with his tongue, using the tip of his tongue to gently trace small, gentle strokes,

gradually moving upwards. Round knees bound the bulging line, yet connected to an even fuller bulge above. He

held her calf, his tongue exploring further upwards…

“Mmm… not there.”

She struggled slightly, shyly, yet secretly hoping for something, her vulva warmly secreting more

…

He placed her legs on his shoulders, savoring the soft, plump inner skin. His head had already slipped

under her skirt, arching upwards between her legs, his penis pressing against her wet, hot vulva through the fabric, his tongue

licking and sucking at the edge of her panties. She could no longer stand steadily, her right leg buckling as she fell. He scooped her up,

placing , his head against her crotch, his tongue gently scraping her slit. She straddled his face, her hands

supporting the bulging head beneath her skirt. With the sticky licking below, she couldn't help but sway her buttocks slightly.

He emerged from under her skirt and gently embraced her, nuzzling her face with his hand and

brushing his lips against her cheek. She responded with a languid hum, her arms wrapped around his neck, letting him

rub .

He finally moved back to her red lips, capturing her upper lip and sucking on it, his tongue lightly tapping against her teeth. She let his tongue

in, gently biting it. He then kissed her small mouth, his tongue probing forward, exploring and teasing her little

tongue ... She was intoxicated by this long, wet kiss, rising on tiptoe and clinging even tighter to him.

A secret atmosphere permeated the darkness…

He held her waist with one hand, and with the other, he slipped his hand under her skirt, parting the thin fabric to caress her

petals . He inserted his middle finger, moistened with her juices, into her vagina, his tongue swirling and probing between her upper and lower openings…

The lewd actions aroused her, her breasts swelling, and she involuntarily pressed against his chest

…

He released her lips, lowering his head. “Baby, brother will love you.”

She felt a tickle near her mouth, but when she grabbed it, it was just a hair, much shorter than her own. She patted his head.

“Yours?”

He smiled mischievously. “Guess.” His hand, which had been moving beneath her, suddenly tugged.

She realized what he meant, her face burning in the darkness, but she only spat lightly.

He then cupped her breasts, kneading them, and kissed the tip. “I’ll give you something even more exciting.”

He slowly squatted down, his hand under her skirt hooking her panties and pulling them down.

He brought her vulva to his mouth again, but this time there was no obstruction. He directly sucked on her

labia , cupping her buttocks with both hands, and secretly teasing her anus with one finger along the cleft…

He tirelessly caressed her vulva with his tongue, sucking on her clitoris, curling his tongue to probe into her folds, or

licking her perineum, gently pricking the center of her anus with the tip of his tongue, causing her to writhe…

She had long heard a girl say she wished for a gentle man to

give her oral sex on a sunny afternoon, accompanied by soft music, for hours on end. And now there was one

loving her between her legs. Could this man be so gentle?… Xiao Tang—would the gentle Xiao Tang do this

too?

Her vulva was warmly held in his mouth, his tongue darting around like an eel. She gradually

became excited, hugging his head tightly, pressing her vulva against him, swaying her hips as if chasing something.

He understood, and caressed her more intensely, taking the pearl into his mouth and gently biting it with his teeth

while licking her petals. Her moans grew faster and louder… Suddenly, he thrust his little finger, slick with

her juices into her anus. She shuddered, letting out a low cry, her legs clamping tightly around his

head, her chest heaving, and her little mouth gushing out thick, sticky fluids…

…

When she regained some clarity from her dizziness, she found Ah Jian still sucking away, the sound

exceptionally . She blushed deeply, clenching her fists and punching his head: "Get up!"

Ah Jian put her legs down, emerged from under her skirt, chuckled, and pulled her hand to his crotch. "I

'm not done yet."

She pinched his erection, rolled her eyes, shook her hand away, giggled, and turned to leave: "What's it to me

?"

Ah Jian gritted his teeth and cursed: "You little slut, you think you can just walk away after you've had your fun?"

He pounced on her from behind, but Xiao Xiao broke free and landed a hook punch.

"You pervert!"

She turned and left.

Ah Jian followed pitifully, clutching his cheek. Even with a wild girlfriend, you have to seize the opportunity

to make love. Beauties come and go, who knows if you can have them forever? Penetrating her beautiful hole is the most

certain thing . Slow teasing, careful foreplay, being passive—that's how you enjoy all the different

states of a beauty.

Not those lustful bulls in bars, I'm a gourmet. Ah Jian thought silently.

*** *** *** ***

The evening breeze blew gently through the window. Xiao Xiao

had just finished showering and sat down at her computer to chat with a friend. It was a rare, relaxing evening, and she wanted to have a good chat with

her best friend . As for A Jian, she had already warned him not to bother her.

Eva was someone she'd known since childhood, a very close friend, and she was currently in Guangzhou. Xiao Xiao would try

to visit ; when they met, they could talk about anything.

...

"Really? Did you really do it? Congratulations! Was he handsome?"

"I'm talking to you about something, don't keep thinking about handsome guys, okay?"

"Whether the other person is handsome or not is important to you, of course. How was it? Was he gentle? How did he perform?"

"Please don't ask so directly."

"I care about you, so of course I have to get straight to the point. The first time is a precious experience."

"...A bit rough..."

"Huh?! You still gave it to him? He must have been cheated on."

"Almost there..."

"...So you're not satisfied."

"Hmm...he always does it, always does it, but sometimes he's very gentle, and he's tall and handsome,

it feels ...not bad...just a bit clingy."

"No wonder you're in a good mood today, hehe."

"You're asking for it."

...

"But what about Xiao Tang?"

It

was Thursday, but Xiao Xiao had nothing to do early on, and didn't know how to spend the long weekend. A Jian

suggested going to his dad's villa. When Xiao Xiao heard this, she remembered that it was there that he had half-forced her into doing it,

and she was a little angry, saying, "Please, be a little more creative, okay? Going to that place again is so boring."

A Jian quickly explained, "No, it's my dad's private place. I sometimes sneak over there. There are

lots of . There's a tennis court, a bar, a huge projection room, and a waterbed."

He then chuckled mischievously.

Xiao Xiao glared at him and gave him a flick on the forehead. "You pervert, all you ever think about is this!"

So the two of them went in A-Jian's car that very day. The afternoon sun shone brightly, the sea breeze blew hard, and they

sped along the highway in their car. Thin clothes and a cheerful mood—it was truly a day of carefree revelry and youthful exuberance.

Xiao Xiao wore a white off-the-shoulder top, the strap fastened with a jade ring, and

a light blue floral knee-length skirt. The loose hem of the top barely covered the skirt's waist, revealing her slender

waist sandals without buckles, adorned with a white lotus flower, and a switch on her left wrist. Her shoulder

-length hair was casually draped over her shoulders, her eyebrows were straight, and her pearly white teeth were slightly exposed—a picture of a sunny girl. Yet, her red lips were luscious, and

her cheeks were radiant, revealing a touch of allure after the rain.

A-Jian had been itching to get closer, and while driving, he reached out and touched Xiao Xiao's skirt. Xiao Xiao

slapped his hand hard on the back of his head. "Focus on driving, you pervert!"

A-Jian angrily withdrew his hand, but when he turned around, he saw Xiao Xiao drinking a bottle of ice-cold beer.

"How come there's alcohol in my car?" A-Jian looked like he'd seen a ghost.

"Look, there it is." Xiao Xiao opened the lid of a styrofoam box on the back seat, which was filled with ice,

and sure enough there were two or three bottles of Heineken. Xiao Xiao said triumphantly, "How's my idea?"

"Give me a bottle." A-Jian held out his hand again.

"This is mine, the wine is mine, the idea is mine, why should I give it to you?"

"The car is mine, come on, let's split it."

"Yeah, you're driving, how can you drink? What if the bottle gets in your eyes? What

if and smash someone's car window? And also, you'll get caught by the police if you drink and drive, and even if you don't

, speeding while drunk is bad."

Ah Jian sighed, withdrew his hand, and glared at her through gritted teeth, "Just wait and see how I deal with you tonight?"

She raised her head in front of him, saying disdainfully, "I wonder who'll deal with whom..."

...

Soon they arrived at their destination. Ah Jian parked the car, grabbed Xiao Xiao's hand and tried to pull her inside, but she shoved him away,

"Who's pulling and tugging at you?" She walked away on her own.

No one was inside; her father didn't seem to be there. Ah Jian showed Xiao Xiao around, “Hmm, this is the living room,

that ’s the guest room, and that’s the small bar. The second floor is the master bedroom, and Dad’s study is there too.

You can’t just go in there, okay? Ah, the third floor, the third floor… look, this is the projection room. Those are professional photography

and video equipment… and the tripods too, of course. Otherwise, how could it be considered professional, you idiot…”

“Ah, this is the waterbed.” Ah Jian opened the door and gestured for Xiao Xiao to

come in .

“It’s really nice.”

Ah Jian had been holding back for a long time, and now seeing Xiao Xiao bend down to touch the bed, with a round

bottom sticking out in front of him, he couldn’t resist any longer. He grabbed her waist and said, “Shall we try out this bed?”

Xiao Xiao bit her lip and slowly turned around, her hands touching his chest, her eyes slightly closed, and pressed her lips to his. He lowered his head

in a daze … and was suddenly pushed back two steps by his chest. Xiao Xiao had already broken free and run to

the door , bending over and turning her head back, saying, "Oh no, oh no." Then she turned around, giggled, and ran away.

A-Jian rushed over and saw her round, pert buttocks swaying under her flowing skirt. He had nowhere to vent his frustration and

cursed fiercely, "You little slut, she ran away again when I got her way!"

But she replied from the other end, "I'll be slutty, who told you to get so worked up—drink some herbal tea."

"Don't run away, I'm going to catch you and punish you on the spot."

He chased after her fiercely.

He chased her straight to the living room, and as she got closer, he pounced on her from behind, pinning her to the ground. He grabbed her

breasts, rubbing his bulging lower body against her round buttocks, saying, "See if you can still run."

"You jerk, Jian, you're hurting me!"

Just then, he heard his father call him, "Jian."

He quickly looked up and saw his father standing on the second floor. He hurriedly pulled Xiaoxiao up, saying, "Dad, I brought Xiaoxiao

over to see you."

Xiaoxiao looked at the imposing middle-aged man and smiled, calling out, "Hello, Uncle Lu."

She had met Lu Wenzheng when she was little, but they hadn't been in touch much in recent years.

Uncle Lu nodded to her and said to A-Jian, "Since you're here, stay for a couple of days. I

'll be staying here this weekend too."

As night fell, the sea breeze howled, and the following conversation drifted from A-Jian's room:

"Shall we try out that bed?"

"No, no, no."

"Come on, let's try it out."

"No... Ah, you jerk A-Jian, don't be so rough."

"Are you going or not... going or not... going or not..."

"...Ah... um... ah... ah... This bed is very comfortable, try it yourself if you want,

ah... another sneak attack..."

The

next day, A-Jian dragged Xiao-Xiao to play tennis.

"I can't play."

"I'll teach you, you'll learn."

"But I don't have a racket."

"Hey, here it is."

"But I don't have any clothes."

"I have some too." "

They're so short... Hey, do you want to play or just see pretty girls in short skirts?"

"Hehe, both..."

As she went outside, she saw Uncle Lu reading the newspaper. Xiaoxiao held the racket behind her back, bent over, and

smiled sweetly, saying, "Uncle Lu."

Lu Wenzheng's gaze swept over her protruding buttocks, and he nodded behind his glasses.

That evening, A-Jian pestered her again.

"Let's try it out."

"I already said I'm not going, you're so annoying... Let's go play video games in the projection room instead."

"Wait, let's finish first... Hey, don't just leave like that, okay? You have to consider my mood

."

"Hehe, let's consider my mood first."

...

The next morning, A-Jian was still dreaming when his phone rang. He saw it was the captain calling and didn't dare

not answer.

"Hey, Captain, I finally got a long vacation, and you're in such a rush, squeezing every last drop of my time off. You're really

shrewd ... I was having a sweet dream, dreaming of embracing a beautiful woman on the beach... Oh dear...

Could you please have a little consideration for me?... What's the rush?... What? A chopped-up female corpse? How can you tell it's

a female corpse if it's been chopped up... Oh, that's a good scoop, this is going to be a windfall... I'm coming right away, right away."

So Ah Jian hurriedly ran off, leaving Xiao Xiao there to do as she pleased.

Do as she pleased, my foot! Being alone is no fun at all. Xiao Xiao was depressed in the garden. She was wearing

jeans today, bent over, hands on her legs, talking to the flowers. Maybe she should go for a walk later...

She just didn't know when Ah Jian would be back... She'd been putting off trying out the bed just to avoid making him happy,

thinking there was still time... Sigh, now he's gone...

A pair of eyes greedily stared at her upturned buttocks from behind the window...

It was a summer night, the sea breeze was blowing quietly outside, and the distant tides were rippling. Xiao Xiao tossed

and turned Jian hadn't returned yet. Sigh, this guy isn't so bad anymore, huh? I don't know how it happened

, it seems like my impression of him just improved as we were doing things together… Ugh, ugh, what kind of talk is that…

Like a little slut, heh…

She lay on her side wrapped in a thin sheet, her jade-like arm lightly resting on her hip, her long legs bent and extended

beneath . She rolled over, lying face down, a curve running down her back to her waist,

connecting to her suddenly upturned buttocks. A pair of burning eyes flickered in the darkness…

She lay there unable to sleep when she suddenly saw a dark shadow flash by the window. Startled, she sat up with

a —but only half a scream escaped her lips. A hand suddenly reached out from behind and covered her

mouth with a damp handkerchief, while another hand gripped her shoulders tightly. She felt a cloyingly sweet fragrance rush into

her lungs , and she struggled in terror, desperately trying to escape the strange scent.

Her long legs, wrapped in the sheets, were pinned down by the attacker, and the two wrestled together. Her legs kicked and

her round buttocks arched high, while the attacker held her even closer. She inhaled the eerie

sweetness, her body growing weaker and weaker. Her vibrant curves twisted and writhed futilely on the bed, trying to

escape .

Suddenly, the attacker pounced on her, pinning her writhing upper body down and straddling her upturned

buttocks. She thrust forcefully, their bodies arching and falling, as if weighed down by a mountain

, unable to escape the increasingly heavy body behind her. After a few reflexive struggles, she

sighed and collapsed beneath her attacker.

The attacker tossed aside his handkerchief, smacked his lips, and said, "So strong. Crisp and tender, tsk tsk."

...

Xiao Xiao felt a burning sensation in her head, her limbs weak, yet her lower body felt cool. She lay prone on the bed, her knee-length

robe somehow pulled up and bunched around her waist. One hand caressed her crotch, while the other lightly touched

her anus, applying some cool ointment. The area immediately burned.

Xiao Xiao felt a heat in her rear, her anus slightly open as if trying to breathe. The next moment, a pair of steady hands

grasped her buttocks and spread them apart, a hot, slick penis sliding into her anus. She frowned

and moaned softly…

The dark figure moved slowly, his hands gripping her buttocks and squeezing them together. He felt

a pleasurable sensation from the tightly writhing constriction, and finally, he had reached her—that round, plump bottom, encased in jeans and pertly

hidden , swaying playfully before his eyes, that soft, round, undulating mass, was now

in his hands. The lust simmering within him, aroused by the swaying of her youthful buttocks, finally had an outlet

.

“You’re so horny,” he thrust twice harder, making the girl moan softly. He became excited,

pulled out his penis, moistened it with saliva, and then thrust it back into her anus, pumping faster and faster

. The girl was tossed back and forth by his thrusts, sobbing under the abuse of her anus.

His penis was tightly gripped, warmly held, and he felt as if he had returned to his teenage years, to those sweltering summer

afternoons, imagining the girl in the next class masturbating on her bed in the afternoon. A surge of desire he hadn't felt in years suddenly

ignited in his lower abdomen. That youth, those wet and hot summer dreams, those restless afternoons, returned

to . He closed his eyes, thrusting unrestrainedly, chasing the throbbing of youth, chasing

the dreams of his youth, as if he had become that boy again, frantically masturbating, seeking release…

He murmured a name: “Pingping… Pingping…”, drawing ever closer to

the edge , and the guilt, regret, and pain associated with that name gradually accumulated. When that moment of despair

surfaced, he shook his head in agony, cried out, and ejaculated into the girl's snowy buttocks beneath him…

The attacker came to his senses, smacking his lips in savoring the moment. It was wonderful; he hadn't felt this exhilarated in a long time.

He wasn't lacking in women, but as he grew older, he relied more on technique in bed. Out of pride, he

always wanted to bring the woman beneath him to orgasm before he dared to go all out. So, each time, he inevitably felt somewhat restrained.

The feeling... It had been a long time since I'd felt this good.

The girl was still sobbing softly. He couldn't help but reach out and tenderly stroke her waist. Under the starlight, he saw

some sticky, viscous substance hanging from her pert buttocks. He leaned closer and parted it with his hand to examine it. The

anus, which had been so small before, was now only slightly open, with a sticky clump oozing out of the tiny opening. He grasped the buttocks and

squeezed them together, and another wave of fluid gushed out.

Had she ejaculated so much? He wondered, inserting his index finger and stirring it inside, then couldn't help but smile slightly.

Overjoyed, like he'd found a treasure, he couldn't resist lowering his head and kissing her lovely anus. His penis

gradually hardened again, throbbing as if it hadn't had enough, eager to try.

He felt his spirits soar, and, supporting his erection, thrust it inside her again, while lovingly caressing her delicate

flower...

Xiaoxiao slowly awoke to find the bed a mess, the sheets half-draped on the floor. Her body was

limp, her legs dangling helplessly, her soft hair damp and clumped together, her anus and groin sticky with

moisture .

She stared blankly at the ceiling, unsure how to react. She glanced at the clock beside her—one o'clock.

An hour ago, she had been counting the time, calculating how long A-Jian had been gone, like the

bittersweet experience every girl goes through. And now… she had been raped, brutally and perversely

violated. Tears streamed down her face…

But she had also had an orgasm, hadn't she? Could one really enjoy an orgasm while being raped? She

fell silent sobbing softly.

It was that hateful hand. While she was being violated from behind, that hand secretly reached out to caress

her, gently tugging, kneading, and soothing her. Meanwhile, another hand massaged near her anus, and the thrusting was surprisingly

gentle. She even forgot the burning, throbbing pain from the previous violation, her buttocks relaxing, resignedly letting him in and

out.

That hand relentlessly teased her further. Compared to Ah Jian's movements, this hand was

much more skilled and adept. It accurately teased her sensitive spots, magically pointing out new

areas that would generate passion and stimulation.

That hand skillfully played its part within that small space, gradually arousing her desire. Her petals became wet

, and a tingling, numbing sensation spread deep within her vagina. It gently teased and prickled, using its fingers to widen her vaginal opening, making her

feel a deep emptiness. Then, the large penis, which had been resting at her anus, plunged in with a loud thud, causing a throbbing sensation. The hand

in front of her stopped, as if the emptiness had been satisfied by the penis.

She was thus filled with alternating emptiness and fullness, and the movements of the hand and penis

became . Gradually, she felt as if the penis was directly satisfying her emptiness inside her vagina, and her anus

became increasingly itchy…

She was captivated by this strange and novel stimulation, her hips twisting and clenching as if in dissatisfaction, wanting more friction, and the penis seemed to cooperate, filling her even deeper, creating waves of itchiness, numbness, and passion

in her rear .

Lost in that eerie rhythm, her anus flared and contracted, her rear end writhing in response,

until finally she moaned and reached her climax, even fainting during her orgasm… She covered her face sadly, as if she couldn't face

anyone , this body… this lewd body…

Xiao Xiao stared blankly for a while, cried for a while, took a shirt from the closet, put it on her naked

body, and quietly left the room to wash up.

Soft light shone in the living room downstairs; that must be Uncle Lu. Suddenly, a wave of grievance washed over her, like when she was a child

and her mother had scolded her, and she wanted to go to her father to cry. She shuffled down the stairs step by step.

Uncle Lu lovingly pulled her to sit beside him, stroked her hair, wiped away her tears, and

gently comforted her: “What’s wrong? Had a nightmare? Silly child, you’re all grown up now, what’s there to be afraid of?

Uncle’s here.” Xiao Xiao couldn’t help but sob, leaning on his shoulder, as if she had suffered a great injustice, or as if she had done

something wrong.

He held her tenderly, stroking her back, letting her tears soak his shirt. After a long while, when she had calmed down

a bit , he picked up his cup and held it to her lips: "Sweetie, don't cry, have some water."

She obediently drank two sips of tea from his cup, still sobbing.

Seeing her tear-filled eyes and flushed cheeks, he felt even more pity for her, and pulled her up, saying, "You've cried so much, you

need to wash up. There's a nice place here, Uncle will take you."

It was a small door in his study. When he opened it, he saw a hot spring-like bathtub inside, separated by

several glass panels facing the sea. On the other wall was an oil painting of a forest goddess; in the misty air,

her fair and voluptuous body, wrapped in light gauze, frolicked in a lush green forest.

She gasped in amazement and stepped inside. He whispered "Enjoy" in her ear,

pushed her inside, and then closed the secret little door behind him.

She wandered alone, her hand touching the borders of the oil paintings. Unwittingly, she stirred something; a

closet filled with swimsuits opened—all sorts of swimsuits, brightly colored and plain. She couldn't help but

pick one out and hold it against herself—but she was still sticky; how could she wear it? She gritted her teeth, secretly

making a decision. Covered in sweat and semen, her vibrant and proud body couldn't wait to break free of these

constraints .

She gently unbuttoned her shirt, releasing her soft body from beneath the crisp fabric, and slowly

stepped into the warm pool. A joyful, indulgent pleasure rose within her. Forget all her worries

for now; just enjoy it all. On the eve of the summer vacation ending, facing a pile of unfinished homework and

feeling incredibly sleepy, the little girl drifted off to sleep, sinking into the quiet and sweet darkness. Her indulgent

feelings were probably the same as they are now…

He watched from a small screen as her goddess-like body slowly submerged into the water, lazily raising her arms

to wash herself, combing her silky black hair, or tilting her head back to swim contentedly. A surge of heat rose in his groin. He wouldn't

be back in the office until the day after tomorrow; there was still another day, and plenty of time in the evening to enjoy his

little Cooke. The night was long, and the pleasure and indulgence had just begun. In that warm pool, a

fresh-faced girl was washing herself, waiting for his enjoyment.

Was there some kind of tenderness in every luxurious villa, in the quiet night, under the dim light?

A delightful moment was unfolding.

He, wrapped in a towel,

approached . Her expression had returned to normal, and she greeted him generously as "Uncle Lu.

" He poured some wine and handed it to her, saying, "Have a little to calm yourself down." It was a chilled and pure liquor.

She took a sip…hmm, a familiar taste. Having grown accustomed to long island

iced tea, grasshopper, and cosmopolitan in bars, she was

now savoring their essence. She tilted her head back and finished the rest.

A splash of water nearby—he too had entered the pool. This gray-haired man, dignified and mature,

now even possessed a touch of kindness. He was holding a glass, raising it to her.

With her emotions calming, she regained her usual composure. For some reason, she felt a strange unease, as if she were facing that

kind, honest, and diligent senior student—a need to be affectionate yet hesitant to get too close. An intuition made her

uncomfortable, so she placed her cup on the edge of the pool, turned, and swam forward.

He put down his cup and followed. He stroked her back, gently comforting her. The caress that had previously felt so intimate now seemed somewhat ambiguous. She remained silent, swimming forward

nervously , as if trying to escape the senior student's advances or the excessive diligence of a certain boy at the dance. 　　He followed her with a detached air, like a father comforting his daughter; his touch was merely like a teacher instructing a student to swim. 　　She felt something approaching and, as if fleeing, swam towards the edge of the pool near the entrance. She leaped forward , grabbing the edge, her heart pounding… 　　The silence behind her made her uneasy. She turned around to see what he was doing… 　　He moved forward and entered her body underwater. She stared at him, eyes , before being swept away by his surging movements, unable to utter a sound of protest except for moans. 　　He held the girl rhythmically in the hot spring; the intimate setting, the hot water, the alcohol, the youthful flesh—all allowed him to indulge his desires without restraint. The girl's shocked, confused, and bewildered expression only gave him a sense of complete control. He tenderly kissed her forehead, her cheeks, her eyes, stroking her back to soothe her fear. He put his fingers in her mouth, making her bite them, his hips moving ceaselessly, lingering in the warm, sweet depths of her vagina . He felt his movements were fluid, light, powerful, and tender—all completely at his command. 　　After the initial shock, the girl quickly became lost in the moment. The man's movements were like a grand symphony , and she was swept up in his rhythm. Sometimes it seemed to gradually increase in intensity and speed, as if approaching its climax, only to suddenly slow down the next moment, allowing her to savor that thrilling moment again and again. Outside, the waves crashed against the beach, and the climaxing sensation also washed over her wave after wave, making her tremble and bite his fingers, whimpering and anxiously anticipating its arrival. When the climax finally came, she couldn't help but cry out in relief, clinging to him and not letting him leave... 　　He wrapped her wet body in a towel and carried her upstairs. He placed her on the large, soft bed , gently drying her with a towel, tenderly tasting and teasing her with his tongue. She couldn't help but cries out, clutching his head between her legs. He immediately satisfied her emptiness with his burning penis… 　　When she awoke from the dizziness of orgasm, she found herself lying on a cool, soft waterbed. A row of mirrors surrounded her, reflecting in the warm light a graceful body writhing beneath a slightly plump figure . The soft, cool waterbed pressed against her chest and abdomen, while behind her was a hot, sweaty body, its strong chest pressing against her back. The man rode freely behind her firm buttocks. 　　Caught between heat and cold, hardness and softness, she felt somewhat lost. And after , the overwhelming pleasure irresistibly engulfed her… 　　He picked up her limp body and carried her to a dark room. He made her lie face down on a mat, then attacked her from behind, arousing her with wild thrusts… 　　She opened her eyes, only to see a lewd scene: a dark, oily penis was squeaking in and out of her pink, moist flower. Her petals were pushed in and out with the movement of the penis, and her vaginal fluid, mixed with white semen, was constantly being drawn out and smeared on her pubic bone by the thrusting penis… When she realized what was happening with each climax, she couldn't help but sway her hips in sorrow, but her shame was instantly shattered by the gushing penis… 　　The penis was suddenly pulled out, and she twisted her waist uncomfortably, protesting coquettishly, while the next moment her anus was penetrated by a hot penis, and a cunning hand reached out to caress her clitoris . 　　The familiar movements and rhythm jolted her awake: it was… However, this awakening was fleeting . Accustomed to stimulation and orgasm, her body immediately responded to the hard, throbbing member thrusting in her anus. Her wanton buttocks swayed, clamping down on the invading hot rod. The screen displayed an even more lewd scene: her little anus was red from being scraped by the penis, the tiny opening stretched round, the once delicate folds gone, the surrounding skin taut. A thick, dark object thrust in and out of her white buttocks, its straight shaft disappearing into the soft opening between her thighs. 　　The visual stimulation and the impact from behind left her mouth agape in a daze. A feeling of lewdness and depravity enveloped her like a dark cloud, her whole body burning hot, her face flushed red, the last vestiges of self-respect flickering in and out of her mind like needles . She fainted amidst overwhelming pleasure and extreme shame… 　　Xiao Xiao woke up in the morning light, lying in her own bed, wearing a silk nightgown. She groggily propped herself up, trying to get out of bed, but felt a sharp pain between her legs and slumped back onto the bed, a faint tingling sensation still lingering in her anus. She frantically reached down to touch herself; she was completely clean residue from their encounter. The chaotic, endless stream of images in her mind seemed like a passionate erotic dream, or perhaps just random fantasies while idly waiting for Ah Jian to return. 　　She stood up, dazed, and saw a languid woman in the wardrobe mirror, her starry eyes shyly brimming with allure, her hair disheveled, her face flushed as if drunk. Was this herself? She gently touched her chest, noticing that her breasts were even more...

Her breasts were fuller and firmer, the two rosy nipples at the tips of her jade-like breasts standing proudly, straining against her thin nightgown. She

pursed her lips , gazing at her reflection in the mirror, her delicate eyebrows still arched, a hint of spiritedness amidst her allure.

Xiao Xiao was originally a pure girl, flitting about like a butterfly among her many suitors, fleeting and

elusive, men never managing to touch her wings. It wasn't that she sought to seduce boys; rather, having been surrounded by them since

childhood , her raised eyebrows, glared, and pouting lips were simply natural

gestures ingrained over time, unaware of the flames they would ignite in men's hearts.

A young girl's heart is just poetry, but when she received Xiao Tang's vows:

"Give me your hand

, I will hold it,

live together

till old age,"

she was overjoyed, feeling her long-held dream was about to become reality. A

boy in flowing white robes, gentle and refined, was making a heartfelt confession to her, promising eternal love—this was the dream of every young girl.

While she waited expectantly for Xiao Tang's return, that rough man named A-Jian forcefully barged in and

took her virginity. Half-heartedly resisting, she was astonished to discover that her budding flower had

already matured, ready to bloom and await her pluck.

When she received a man's ejaculation for the first time, she tasted a sweeping pleasure she had never experienced before. This made the secret

pleasures seem so insignificant; after all, it was a strong male body, and

the throbbing against his firm chest brought a satisfaction and dependence she had never felt alone.

While her heart was filled with conflicting emotions, her body's desires were gradually awakened. Under

the entanglement of the energetic A-Jian, she slowly savored the sweetness of desire, and her already prepared body knew exactly how to respond with just

a touch.

Her body greedily unfolded, welcoming the nourishment of desire. She knew she wasn't a butterfly, but a

flower. Her fluttering skirt wasn't butterfly wings, but intertwined petals. The fluttering in the spring breeze was like the trembling of

petals , dazzling the eyes of bees, silently inviting them. Her graceful figure standing against the wind, her

playfully tilted white neck, her gently biting delicate red lips, her rounded arms—all exuded an alluring

charm , naturally enticing boys and men to swarm around her.

…And now, this flower has bloomed, and whoever plucks it will possess it…

“Whoever plucks it will possess it,” this is the so-called tragic fate of beautiful women. A girl's dream

is pluck the one she desires, but what is the reality? Should she let fate follow her own will,

or let her will be subject to fate's choices?

In the past, men could forcefully pluck the flowers they desired; now, no one can openly

suppress personal desires, but there are still many ways—money, desire, soft power… because human nature has

weaknesses. With the help of the devil within, they can still do as they please.

Watching beautiful girls drift in the storms of fate, how poignant and beautiful it must be

… Someone gently knocked on the door. Opening it, she saw him… Xiao Xiao remembered that frenzy, unsure

how to face him, and angry at herself for the humiliation she had suffered. She slammed the door shut, sat on the bed with her back to him, and remained silent.

He moved closer, intending to pull her into his arms, but she pulled away. He leaned in and comforted her, saying, “You didn’t eat well

yesterday , you must be exhausted. I just made breakfast, go eat something.”

Hearing him mention that endless revelry, she felt a surge of shame and anger, turning her face away and ignoring him. He suddenly

pounced on her, pulling her into a tight embrace. While caressing her breasts, he nibbled at her ear, "So you still

want to eat me?"

Startled, she turned her face away, seeing the familiar glint in his eyes. She quickly pushed him away, glaring at him

through gritted teeth , muttering under her breath, "You old devil...you bastard..."

He was captivated by her charming appearance, pulling her close and kissing her still-fierce lips.

Her body went limp from his kisses, her body about to react in its usual way. She quickly dodged his kisses, shouting,

"Okay, okay, let's go eat!"

He stood up triumphantly, taking her hand and leading her outside. She struggled slightly, then lowered her head and let him pull her

away. He smiled contentedly, knowing that he had conquered the girl in two days and nights...

Lu Wenzheng spent another day with Xiaoxiao, skipping his office. He called his secretary, saying he wasn't

feeling and asked her to fax over anything particularly important, leaving the rest for tomorrow. He held the pretty girl

close , whispering sweet nothings in her ear, like a father who had a child late in life, cherishing her dearly…

The next day, he rushed back to school, and her dormitory bed happened to be empty, so she immediately moved in. A-Jian

was gone for a long time this time, and didn't call her during that time. She decided to use this as an excuse to leave A-Jian, to avoid the father

and son and find some peace and quiet.

Later, when A-Jian tried to contact her, she avoided him. A-Jian was regretful, but there was nothing he could do. Besides, he had been with

many girls, always getting them easily and leaving without much regret. Although Xiao-Xiao was different from the others

, he really didn't know how to try to win her back. After a period of regret and distress, he gradually let go.

Before long, Xiao-Xiao graduated. Her visa application was rejected, so naturally she didn't go abroad. Not having to immediately face Xiao-Tang

was a relief for Xiao-Xiao; otherwise, she really wouldn't know what to do. She could put Xiao-Tang aside for now.

Meanwhile, Lu Wenzheng was enjoying a meteoric rise in his career, becoming the deputy director of the Provincial People's Congress. Remembering Xiaoxiao's graduation, I secretly pulled

some strings and got her a job at HSBC's Guangzhou branch. —But I didn't let Xiaoxiao know.

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Author's Note: I've never seen a waterbed, and I don't know if they really exist. I just read in

a Qing Dynasty drama that Hong Xuanjiao used one. Since it's all 　　fiction 　　, it wouldn't normally catch the eye of an adult, so

I just borrowed it as a prop.

********** ...

Everyone caught a cold and complained to Eva on QQ.

After a busy training period, Xiaoxiao finally started working, and naturally, she put in extra effort. A week passed

with hardly a moment of rest. Finally, the weekend arrived, and the organization held a party to

welcome new colleagues and reward veteran employees. The event was quite high-profile, inviting senior management and some political and business figures.

"They've really got a good plan,"

Erica muttered in Xiaoxiao's ear. This girl was also new, working in the same

department . The two got along well and had just rented an apartment together. She was a beautiful, fashionable woman, but with a

sharp tongue, enjoying coldly criticizing various ugly things and fiercely attacking those she disliked.

Xiaoxiao smiled slightly, observing the colleagues and superiors coming and going. Everyone at the party was dressed in formal attire.

Aside from a few recognizable faces, it was difficult to distinguish between superiors and colleagues. However

, it was always a good opportunity to network and foster relationships among employees—one of the purposes of such gatherings.

Xiao Xiao and Erica, two stunning beauties, naturally attracted the attention of many men. Several

new male colleagues, neglecting their superiors, swarmed over to chat.

"You must have just graduated from university, haven't shaken off those habits yet—paying

more attention to girls than teachers in class," Erica remarked, pulling Xiao Xiao away from the group.

"They don't just notice every girl, so you can be proud of it."

"There's nothing to be proud of about being noticed by someone I wouldn't even notice."

While she couldn't agree with such harsh words, for Xiao Xiao, most men were

just fleeting figures passing by.

“Compared to him, even that uncle is a bit better at drawing, right?”

Following Erica’s gaze, Xiaoxiao also noticed the uncle who was rated as a better artist.

Startled , she quickly turned her head away—wasn’t this the very person she was trying so hard to avoid? But Erica had already

grabbed her hand and was about to go over to greet her.

“Infatuated.”

Unable to pull her hand away in front of everyone, Xiaoxiao couldn’t help but

mentally a powerful word.

“Hello, may I introduce myself to you?”

Hearing Erica’s words, Xiaoxiao almost fainted, but she had no choice but to

smile .

“Of course, of course, my name is Lu Wenzheng, a public servant.”

He exchanged a few pleasantries with Erica, then turned to Xiaoxiao: “Xiaoxiao, working here

? That’s great. How’s work?”

“Everything’s going well. Thank you for your concern, Uncle Lu.”

Lu Wenzheng smiled kindly at her, as if he were looking after a niece he hadn’t seen for a while. Actually, he

had noticed her a while ago; after all, he had only attended this boring party because he wanted to see her.

Today, she wore a goose-gold thread dress, the lace trim extending from under her armpits,

encircling her high, firm breasts. A pale yellow ribbon hung from the back of her neck, across her collarbone, and then under her armpits to tie the dress.

Between the ribbon and the lace, her snow-white breasts were visible, with a slight cleavage peeking out. Her long hair

was clipped behind her ears, a strand falling across her forehead, adding to her charm. "(Two months apart, the little girl has grown a bit

more .)"

Xiao Xiao replied casually, unsure what expression to give him, so she just kept smiling. After

a few more words , she pulled Erica away.

"Oh, you know that uncle?"

"Yes, my mom and his wife are good friends. I used to go there often when I was little... Um, I'm not feeling well, I want to

go home first, I can't stay with you."

"Oh, okay, then I'll go with you." Erica was still concerned about her.

"No need, it's nothing, thank you, I'll go first."

Xiaoxiao hurriedly went to the dressing room to get her coat. She was really afraid of seeing that man again. It was

dangerous to stay with him, but she couldn't resist if he approached her, so she could only stay far away.

She grabbed her coat and walked out, but when she turned around, she bumped into someone's arms. She was about to apologize, but was pulled into

a closet. The person covered her mouth, which was about to scream, and said in a low voice, "It's me."

She breathed a sigh of relief, but immediately became nervous again, "Are you crazy, old man?"

"What do you think?"

He was unusually calm, as if he were holding her in his own villa.

His hand slipped under her chest, grasping and playing with a jade rabbit, murmuring in her ear, "It's been over

two months , and you've grown even more."

She struggled slightly in his arms, "You lecherous old man, let me go, or I'll scream!"

He kissed her restless lips, lifting her skirt and slipping his hand inside, caressing her through her panties. He

said to her mouth, "You can scream, but keep it down, only I can hear."

Her body responded faithfully to his teasing, and she was startled.

"You're not going to do this here..."

"Why not?"

he said, pulling the thin fabric down to her knees, giving her a light

slap . "Turn around."

She involuntarily obeyed his command, turning around and gripping the wardrobe wall with both hands.

He lifted her skirt from behind to her waist, pulling her back with one arm around her waist.

"My clothes are wrinkled."

"I'll pay you back."

His voice was hoarse and deep under the torment of desire. He breathed heavily, channeling his throbbing,

burgeoning desire into her warm, tender honeyed depths. At the moment of full union, he straddled her back,

sucking hard on the back of her neck like a vampire's predator.

Her body swayed under his thrusts, the constant fear of being discovered making her twist wildly

. Painful pleasure flashed before her eyes like stars. She grabbed his fingers and bit them, suppressing her growing

moans…

“Not inside…”

he responded, withdrawing his hot penis, rubbing it against her twice before plunging into her between her buttocks.

She trembled, contracting tightly, and sobbed, “You’re so mean…”

He bit her ear, intensifying his thrusts while comforting her, "Little darling, I'll make it up to you later."

...Suddenly, with a low growl, he poured his burning seed into her snowy buttocks...

She endured it in shock, her hands gripping the wall tightly, her head tilting back desperately, her long, snow-white neck

like a dying swan.

He held her, panting for a moment, then pulled down her panties, carefully wiping them clean before putting them in his

pocket. After tidying her clothes slightly, he pulled her out, saying, "Come with me."

Dizzy and disoriented, she was dragged out through another door, as if fleeing from pursuers, a strange

excitement welling up inside her.

The peace was shattered again. What lay ahead? Xiao Xiao didn't know if holding this man would bring

her happiness .

His subsequent actions were unlike those of a gray-haired middle-aged man; his ferocity was enough to kill a group of weak

young men buying tofu pudding. He... he actually took Xiao Xiao away on his motorcycle. He turned his jacket inside out into a

formal jacket, pulled out a pair of sunglasses from the pocket—this uncle seemed to do this kind of thing often, he was well-equipped.

Xiao Xiao, feeling dizzy, was driven to a luxurious suburban hotel. He parked

the motorcycle , then turned his jacket back into a suit, and pulled out a pair of gold-rimmed glasses to wear. Watching him

perform his magic trick, Xiao Xiao said, half-admiringly, "Uncle, you're really something!"

"Of course, you've seen my skills before."

He had her take his arm, and they calmly entered the lobby. A pretty young woman clinging to an older man wasn't exactly a novel

sight, but the girl, as beautiful as a lotus after the rain, still caught the attention of the waiter by the elevator.

"It's good to be rich, I must work hard too," the young woman secretly

resolved .

Xiao Xiao watched him take the elevator straight up and couldn't help but sigh softly, "Looks like you planned this all along

."

He stroked the hand in his arm, remaining calm, "Thank you for the compliment."

But as soon as they entered the room, he seemed like a different person, suddenly pouncing on Xiao Xiao, pulling her down onto

the sofa, his hands roaming up and down her body.

Now that they weren't in the closet anymore, and she had recovered, Xiao Xiao screamed wildly, "Again... You

're too fast , old man."

She was completely under his control; if even verbal sarcasm wasn't allowed, then she shouldn't live

.

He, however, had no intention of arguing, deftly removing her bra strap, pulling off her long skirt, taking off her shoes,

and holding the naked girl in his arms, licking and caressing her. She protested again, tugging at his shirt,

so he also took off his own clothes. Their bodies intertwined, growing hotter and hotter, sweatier and

sweatier .

His mouth relentlessly attacked her forehead, her cheeks, her neck, her breasts, her abdomen, her intimate

petals, while her mouth uttered harsh words to calm her unease, avoid

the teasing that made her weak, and vent the increasingly restless heat within her body…

“Such a thirsty old man, you must have suppressed your desires for a long time when you were young…”

“Be careful not to hurt your tongue.”

“Don’t act like a child…”

“…”

He suddenly stopped, stroking the girl’s temples, gazing intoxicatedly at her delicate face, then thrusting

powerfully into her, silencing her incessant chatter. She seemed to immediately soften, clinging pitifully to

his neck, biting her lip, frowning, wriggling to welcome his entry. He tenderly cupped her face

, kissing her gently, licking her eyebrows, combing her hair with his tongue, kissing her nipples, capturing her small mouth, and slowly

thrusting in with her contractions.

She became more and more accommodating, and her moans grew louder. He thrust suddenly,

filling her completely, giving her a jolt that made her weak in the knees.

She felt her heart tremble, and couldn't help but let out a soft moan. He withdrew, then slowly pushed

in again, then thrust precisely into her clitoris at close range, eliciting another groan and tremor… She began to twist her waist,

avoiding his heavy blows, squeezing tightly to resist his penetration. He chased after her like a raging bee, and her moans

were his reward…

This intimate play grew more and more intense, he constantly receiving rewards, his spirits soaring, while

beads of sweat appeared on the girl's clitoris. He lovingly lowered his head to kiss her, then suddenly lifted her long legs and hoisted them onto his shoulders, leaning

over and pressing her legs close to her chest, her buttocks slightly raised. He held her full

thighs , pressing them against her buttocks, rotating and thrusting diagonally downwards into her tightening flower, squeezing and grinding her clitoris.

The girl had nowhere to retreat but to endure the penetration, her white legs kicking against his shoulders, her plump

buttocks tightening incessantly, each thrust pushing her higher and higher...

He felt the contractions, the rotations, and the sinking beneath him, then suddenly felt a strange tightness in his flesh. He quickly lowered her legs

, thrusting forward, letting out a loud shout, and gushing into her flower-like orifice in ecstasy...

"This is compensation for you," he breathed, whispering in the girl's ear.

...

Xiao Xiao pushed his shoulder, shouting, "Get up, I want to go back."

He picked her up and rolled over, letting her lie on his chest, stroking her back and kissing her shoulders and neck.

"I'm not leaving today."

She propped herself up against his chest, looking at him seriously and saying, "I told you I wouldn't see you again

."

"But we already did?"

"You've been following me."

"Today was just a coincidence."

"Hey, you were so well-prepared, and your movements were so clean, it doesn't seem like it."

"It's just a coincidence that everything was within reach."

...

"Let me up, I need to take a shower first."

"Let's go together."

"You're such an insatiable old man... Don't bother me, let me take a refreshing shower."

"Okay, I'll carry you."

"Let go, you're so sweaty."

...

"If I don't go back, my roommates will ask."

Xiao Xiao was held in his arms, her back against him, and the two of them were buried in the foam.

“We’re all adults, we won’t make a fuss.”

“But she might suspect you… I want to go home as soon as I see you.”

“Then just say your mom came to see you and you went to keep her company.”

“Actually, I was kidnapped by a lecherous uncle.”

…

“Are you hungry? Do you want to order something to eat?”

“You’ve exhausted me, I have no appetite.”

“Then let’s go for a bike ride.”

“How come you’re so energetic and lively, like a young person? It’s hard to imagine your public servant image.”

“I’m Zorro, I transform into someone else at night.”

“Those who transform into wolves under the moonlight, right?”

After finally finishing washing up, and not wanting to go out, Xiao Xiao lay sprawled on the bed, making up nonsense. He leaned in to

hug her again, but this time she kicked him away.

“It’s suffocating to be stuck together.”

…

It seems like everything is completely messed up. All principles and convictions have been softened by the numbing pleasure

. What direction lies ahead? She doesn’t know, she’ll just wallow in the moment.

Later, Xiaoxiao finally went home. She felt more at ease going home in the dark and insisted that

he not see her off. Lu Wenzheng couldn't persuade her otherwise, so he called a taxi for her. He leaned against the car door, giving her countless instructions,

making Xiaoxiao feel like he was her mother.

Seeing his reluctance to leave, she suddenly asked him, "Aren't you afraid someone will see you like this?"

"That's true," he smiled and stood up, "You still have to be careful. I'll

call ."

"Goodbye, Uncle Lu,"

she said, bidding farewell like a niece.

As soon as she returned to her room, her phone rang.

"Huh, the timing is so precise?"

She took it out and saw it was Xiao Tang's old phone number. Could it be? She answered.

"Xiaoxiao, it's Xiao Tang."

Is it really such a coincidence?

"Hello, where are you now?"

"I've been back in China for several days, I'm at home now. Everyone's asleep, I'm calling you from the balcony

."

"Oh, I see. Why didn't you tell me you were coming back?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't want to come back, but I suddenly had a crazy urge to. I really wanted to see you. I was afraid you'd

say you didn't want to see me, and then I wouldn't come back."

"But, what's the point of seeing you... Wait a minute, my phone's ringing."

"Hello... Oh, I'm back... Just arrived... Hehe..."

Xiao Tang vaguely heard these words, some coquettish tones, some crisp laughter, and his relaxed

mood instantly froze.

It sounded so familiar, just like how she always spoke to me on the phone. If this meant intimacy, wouldn't that be

terrible ; if it didn't mean intimacy, wouldn't that be even worse—my longing would seem absurd, because

I was longing for someone I thought was my lover.

He quickly made a difficult mental calculation.

"Hey, are you still there? I've rented a place now, and there's a phone inside. Unlike

that shabby place I used to rent at school, where I had to go all the way to the dorm to answer your calls."

"Really? That's good." He replied absentmindedly.

"Have you seen all your old friends and classmates since you came back?"

"I've seen everyone I wanted to see—except you." He stated calmly, as if making a statement. "

Anyway , I'm at peace now. I can stay there for five or six years without any problem, and I won't keep thinking about coming back."

She seemed to sense something too, and for a moment didn't know what to say.

"It's late, you should go to sleep too. Goodbye." He said lightly.

"Goodbye."

It's said that if a gentleman comes home and finds his wife with a strange man, he will politely

say, "Excuse me, wrong address," and then politely close the door and leave.

If it were me, I could do that too. Xiao Tang gave a bitter, self-deprecating smile.

**********

...

This carefree night was a salvation from the monotonous five days that followed; the week had a reason to exist because of these two nights. Hiding their faces in the darkness, shedding their masks of dullness, they used alcohol to regulate their spirits, letting their bodies sway freely to the music and the crowd. This time, like marijuana, smoothed away the wrinkles of the previous days, offering solace in simple indulgence. 　　Xiao Xiao sat alone in a corner, holding a glass of margarita, quietly watching the enraptured crowd. She liked this spot, on the edge of indulgence, watching others revel, smelling the clamor of the feast wafting through the air , neither too close nor too far, neither near nor far. It was like this back in university, because it allowed her to enjoy the night's revelry with the grace . 　　Lu Wenzheng couldn't visit her often, so she had to entertain herself on her own during lonely weekends. Initially, she came with Erica , but Erica's purpose, besides enjoying this time, was also to choose targets to enjoy the rest of the time . Sensing something was amiss, she separated from Erica after entering, savoring her quiet solitude. 　　She simply sat there, occasionally going down to dance for a bit when the mood struck, then returning to her seat. 　　She wore a light blue, form-fitting, sleeveless wool sweater that softly hugged her breasts, below which was a...

She wore a black, tight-fitting skirt that reached her feet, hugging her rounded hips and long legs. The right slit reached her knee, and a wide

gray belt cinched her slender waist, positioned slightly below her navel, secured with a loop.

She wore black high-heeled leather boots, and a bracelet encircled her right wrist. The entire outfit was both graceful and

casually elegant, perfectly highlighting her curvaceous figure.

Perhaps she wasn't aware of it, but her attire betrayed her inner self.

A glamorous woman, she bloomed like a bewitching flower in the night, attracting the attention of men.

Those who approached her only received cold politeness; they might have stirred a slight interest in her, but none were enough to make her

allow them to approach. She was content to move about in this manner, lost in her own thoughts amidst the noise.

She'd been feeling incredibly confused lately. Her dreams and expectations had completely shattered in the last two or three months.

Faced with this unprepared environment, she initially reacted mechanically. But as the hectic pace

subsided , the inevitable decision surfaced amidst a pile of trivial matters, confronting her directly.

Should she continue following Lu Wenzheng? It was so unstable, with all sorts of dangers lurking: being

bumped into by , being discovered by busybodies, being leaked to the media, being found out by Aunt Zheng, being found out by her family…

Wouldn't there be less trouble if she were with Xiao Tang?

Xiao Tang… Xiao Tang… Xiao Xiao had kept in touch with him, sending emails from time to time,

but there were no more nighttime calls from him. She knew Xiao Tang was heartbroken.

It was understandable for someone who had been wandering abroad to want to see the girl he loved. But she didn't see him.

He didn't stay in the country for long; he didn't call her until the night before he left. He only

called again at the airport before boarding his plane, his tone relaxed, as if nothing had happened. But

she could tell he was trying hard to hide his disappointment and sadness. He still emailed her afterward,

but no longer used intimate language. In his letters, he politely inquired about her affairs, just like when they

first met …

As Xiaoxiao was reminiscing, a gruff voice interrupted her: “Miss, could I buy you

a drink ?”

A fat man with a burly face sat down in front of her, holding two Long Island Iced Teas, and

offered her the one he hadn’t drunk from. She smiled, took it, said thank you, took a sip, but ignored him.

The fat man continued to chatter on, shamelessly refusing to leave, his small eyes gleaming beneath his forced smile

, as if expecting something. She never drank from strangers, and with that sip still

in her mouth, seeing this situation made her increasingly suspicious. Pretending not to hear the fat man's words, she leaned

closer, blocking his view with her left side, and secretly spat the wine in her mouth onto the ground, while

quickly switching their glasses...

"There are plenty of men who are lustful but cowardly, and those who are cowardly but stupid like pigs."

This was the wise prophet Erica's saying. Xiao Xiao watched the spitting

pig , confirming this statement, patiently waiting for the fat man's next reaction.

Finally, the fat man lost patience, stopped, raised his glass to her, drank

half of it left. She raised her glass to the standing fat man with a smug look, took a mocking

sip, and watched him disappear dejectedly.

This kind of guy, haha. She laughed at the fat man's stupidity with commonplace indifference, continuing to sink into her hazy thoughts

.

The DJ was playing loud, pulsating music, the dizzying rhythm making Xiao Xiao feel a little dizzy. She stood up,

wanting to go to the bathroom to clear her head.

She groped her way forward along the edge of the throng, the drumbeats and the sweltering smells of the people fueling her unease.

Suddenly, a lecherous face flashed before her, two shifty eyes scanning her ample bosom. "

Miss , where are you going?"

he said, reaching out to grab her. She pushed him away in disgust, but a large hand grabbed her from behind. She struggled

to turn, reaching out her other hand to push him away, only to have her wrist seized again. She was shocked to see it was the

fat man foreboding washed over her. She opened her mouth to scream, but no sound came out. Her hand, gripped tightly, was too weak to

move. Her head spun, as if she were sleepwalking. Alcohol, alcohol… In her hazy state, she vaguely sensed something was

wrong with the drink she'd taken, but it was too late.

The lecherous man wrapped his arm around her waist, the fat man grabbed her hand, and they dragged her through the crowd, to

a corner on the other side of the restroom. The fat man shielded her from the crowd's view with his body, while the lecherous man

embraced her from behind, his four hands groping her curvaceous body. She shook her head weakly, screaming

"No! but only low sounds came out of her mouth...

The fat man pulled up her sweater, grasping and kneading her breasts, while the lecherous man skillfully pulled her skirt open from

the side , pulling it down and caressing her from below, tugging at her soft hair. She squeezed her legs tightly together,

desperately resisting in her weakened consciousness... Then the fat man leaned in to feed her something. She turned her head away,

and the lecherous man took her mouth from behind, spitting some greasy stuff into her mouth. They kept feeding her,

tilting her head back, pinching her nipples, and when she relaxed, something flowed into her throat. They stroked her

neck , letting the stuff fall into her stomach, and continued feeding her.

Unconsciously, she swallowed a lot…

They continued to caress her. The fat man held her small mouth, sucking on her sweet tongue, one hand caressing her

soft breasts, the other pinching and pulling at the tip. The lewd man rubbed his fingers against her vulva, peeling

out and kneading the pearl.

She felt hot all over, her breasts felt soft from the rubbing, and

the pleasure lower body felt numb from the rubbing, and warm fluid flowed from her vulva.

The pleasure from her clitoris being lewdly played with exploded before her eyes. The fat man's thick penis rubbed wantonly against her chaste labia. Her

legs were no longer tight, and they weakly spread apart…

When she regained consciousness, she was already sitting in her original seat, her clothes neat and tidy, without any

signs of disarray. Her lower body was slightly damp, and she felt as if she had just had a wet dream. The tall, thin man who had been waiting next to her

saw her wake up and quietly got up and left…

From then on, Xiaoxiao never went to that pub again, and almost never went to the others either, spending every

weekend at home. That experience terrified her, and her anxieties about the future inexplicably intensified. She

began to hope that someone could rescue her from this torment. Xiao Tang… Xiao Tang… But her Xiao Tang

would never come back.

Erica, on the other hand, continued to go out as usual, bringing her bed partners back as usual. Xiaoxiao would sometimes peek through the door;

almost every time, it was a stranger, except for a pair of twin brothers.

One night, while she was in the bathroom, she inadvertently heard muffled swallowing sounds coming from that room, mixed with

moans coming from inside. She couldn't help but lean closer to the slightly ajar door…

Through the crack in the door, she saw the proud and beautiful queen being held by two men—she was standing,

bent over , her head held up by one of the men, a penis moving in and out of her mouth, choking her moans

and forcing her to breathe only through her vagina.

The boy behind her was the main reason she trembled and moaned. He stood behind her, rotating

his penis inserted it into her unsuspecting vagina, maliciously raping her. His hands grasped

and kneaded her two full breasts, his buttocks thrusting incessantly, making her hips rise and fall with each stroke. Her fair and slender body

writhed and struggled lewdly, like a beautiful snake between the two dark and muscular men…

Xiao Xiao was captivated by the lewd scene before her. Her face grew hotter and hotter, her heart pounded wildly, and her legs were soaked with

lustful fluid. She bit her lip, her legs rubbing together uncontrollably, feeling empty and itchy…

She stretched out her fingers and rubbed her full, swollen petals, chasing that familiar

feeling . But soon she felt unsatisfied. The scene in the room was hot and passionate, while the rubbing of her fingers felt

like lukewarm water, giving her little sensation. She twisted her legs anxiously together, tightly clamping her hands between them, while her other

hand hungrily caressed her breasts. However, Elica's unrestrained moans and groans still stimulated her.

Suddenly, she knelt down in front of the door, raising her plump, white buttocks high, her fingers stroking her vulva from behind,

imagining a man's powerful penis entering her, satisfying her… Slowly, she inserted her fingers into her wet, writhing vulva

, expanding, rubbing, mimicking the act of thrusting and withdrawing… She swayed her hips gracefully, biting her hand,

swallowing back the moans that were gradually becoming uncontrollable…

The woman in the room suddenly became excited, her moans growing louder and louder. She gripped the buttocks of the man in front of her tightly,

her waist swaying violently, her hips thrusting back and forth, almost trying to break free from the two men's grasp. When

the boy behind her realized she was out of control, he would pause slightly, as if adjusting his direction, and then thrust forward.

Her body would twitch and then go limp, obediently accepting the entry and exit of two penises...

Xiao Xiao lewdly raised her plump white buttocks, twisting along with Erica's moans. Her sensitive

nipples frequently rubbed against the fluffy carpet. As Erica's violently struggling body suddenly stopped, letting out

a muffled cry of death, Xiao Xiao also reached orgasm in response...

The two girls, separated by a door, were both immersed in the thrill of orgasm. The two boys in the room also injected their hot

semen into Erica's body. The boy behind her held her buttocks, thrusting and ejaculating

wave semen, while the boy in front inserted his penis deep into her mouth, stroking her throat with his hand, making

her swallow mouthful by mouthful...

How embarrassing, lying like this in someone's doorway, Xiao Xiao's face was flushed, but it felt so good.

Erica seemed quite fond of the two brothers, often bringing them back to stay overnight, sometimes even on

weekdays

Xiaoxiao had also bumped into one of the brothers in the living room a few times while using the bathroom at night, and would

awkwardly greet him.

Lu Wenzheng hadn't visited Xiaoxiao in a while, and the moans and sounds of their bodies

colliding made it difficult for her to sleep. And the next morning, her languid and alluring roommate only added to her inexplicable

irritation.

This Thursday night, listening to the sounds of their lovemaking in that room, she couldn't fall asleep again. Even

after the sounds subsided, she was still restless. She took out her phone, dialed the number Lu Wenzheng had given her,

hesitated for a moment, and then dialed. The call went through, but no one answered, then a voicemail message played—

this was his agreement; if he couldn't answer, he'd let her leave a message. Her words were very brief: "Ten

o'clock tomorrow night."

She paused, then added, "Knock on the door, one slow, two fast, one slow."

He had the main key, but she couldn't open the wrong door for another man—who knew

who Erica would bring home tomorrow?

That weekend evening, she stayed in the house with anticipation, glancing at the clock every now and then. For a moment, other worries

seemed less important; she'd indulge herself tonight…

But Lu Wenzheng was very unpunctual today; it was 10:20 and she still hadn't seen him. She lay back down on the bed to wait.

In her hazy state, Erica returned—the sound of the door opening and closing, then laughter, the

rustling (had it started in the living room?), then the sound of the bedroom door opening, then

the sound of intermittent kisses.

After waiting for a long time, she was already somewhat drowsy, and after listening for a while, she gradually drifted off to sleep. She didn't know how much time had passed

when she suddenly woke up, hearing the long-awaited "one slow, two fast, one slow" sound in her ear. She jumped out of bed, not even bothering to

turn on the light , ran to the lock, and hugged the man who came in, scolding him, "You old geezer, why did it take so long?"

The man mumbled a reply, then hugged her tightly, kneading and nibbling at her. She responded passionately,

her lips groping and offering hers in anticipation. Without hesitation, he pushed her down onto the bed, cupping and caressing her breasts through her nightgown,

his hard knee rubbing against her thighs. She twisted against his legs, trying to unbutton his shirt. He pulled her

nightgown over his head, lifted himself up, removed his clothes, parted her legs, measured his genitals,

and then thrust inside her. She let out a long sigh of relief, accepting him with ease…

He braced himself beside her, pressing down on her, and then began to move. The heat and vitality, the impulsive

directness, the abundant energy, left her feeling overwhelmed and overwhelmed with pleasure. She melted into a puddle of water,

her soft body undulating beneath him, yielding to him. In her daze, she didn't notice another dark figure slipping

in and gently closing the door...

The man pressed himself against her soft body, reveling in her passion. Her warm, soft breasts

writhed , her lower abdomen heaving and undulating. He felt his penis fall into a gentle trap, enveloped

and sucked by layers of flesh. Every movement of her legs, waist, and abdomen sent shivers of pleasure through him. He lost control

, driven by an irresistible urge, seeking her tender embrace, wishing he could melt into her. Then, at the peak of his climax, he

lifted his upper body, pressing his hips tightly against her tender honeyed entrance, releasing all his passion within. His chest

heaved rapidly, and after a long while, he uttered, "What a beautiful girl."

He rolled off, panting in the darkness. She reached out, still somewhat dissatisfied, and immediately received a response.

A strong male body mounted her again, and she hugged him tightly, riding him with satisfaction…

She craved him frantically until the third time he climaxed, and she finally drifted off to sleep, murmuring in a daze…

Beside her, two brothers lay exhausted, exchanging smiles in the darkness.

“This girl is amazing.”

“Thanks to you.”

“I’ve wanted to have her for ages, I’ve been eavesdropping for so long, and finally I had the chance. But it was worth it.” “

Are you still up for it? You weren’t drained dry, were you? ”

“Dare to underestimate me? Watch me take her down one by one.”

“It’s more fun to do it together, let her keep having orgasms.”

…

Night enveloped the city’s dazzling lights and decadent lifestyle, and the crescent moon in the latter half of the night cast

its cold light on the sweaty bodies entwined on the bed.

She lay on her back, a boy straddling her neck, his penis thrusting

in and out of her mouth, enjoying the embrace of her red lips. The occasional intrusions into her

throat . Another boy knelt between her legs, holding them up, his penis rubbing against her entrance.

Her hands braced against the boy's waist, preventing him from going too deep into her mouth. The boy below, however,

reveled in the experience. He slowly pushed his head in, feeling himself

enveloped by soft, overlapping layers of flesh, while the entrance sank in warm, inviting warmth. At that moment, it was like a snow lion

drawn to fire, a desire to melt into it completely. It was a beautiful, gentle embrace, a delicate trap.

He momentarily stopped his brute force, slowly thrusting his penis in. And indeed, it was a rhythmic, sometimes slow, sometimes fast,

warm and soft, both gripping and sucking. The woman beneath him trembled and moaned softly as he penetrated her fully, leaving a small section still

exposed.

"Ah...so good!"

He held her legs, thrusting and swaying. The beautiful indentation between her snow-white thighs

curved arc, its opening and closing receiving the powerful, surging thrust of his other dark crotch

. The pink, moist passage hidden behind the soft, dark pubic hair was freely explored and developed. The moist flesh seemed to

welcome his rough penis, her lower abdomen undulating, obediently accepting his masculine release...

"This little hole is amazing."

The boy, in ecstasy, straightened up, tightly gripping her full thighs, his fingers sinking deep

into that tender, plump flesh.

He grabbed her ankles and lifted her up, making her legs form a V-shape in the air. Leaning forward,

he watched his penis move in and out of her vagina in the dim light… Suddenly, he felt an unusual tightening, then

a warm sensation on his glans, followed by a deep, surging sensation like a rising tide…

He patted the shoulder of the guy in front of him with delight: “Hehe, she climaxed… How was it, faster than you

last time ?”

“Really? Let me try again.”

They pulled her up, and the boy who had been in her mouth earlier picked her up. She was soft and let them do as they pleased.

When she woke up from her beautiful dream of being violated, she had resisted fiercely, but the two boys held

her down tightly, relentlessly fucking her. The softness of her climax made her resistance stop. They didn’t let her rest; they would

switch men after she climaxed. The continuous fucking made her slip into a comfortable, intoxicating trance, and she

no longer had any thoughts of resistance.

The boy spread her legs and held them around his waist, standing as he inserted his penis into her vagina from below. She

clung tightly to his neck, her limp body clinging to him. He held her in the center of the room, vigorously exploring

her vulva, supporting her buttocks, trying to push his penis deeper into her secret place.

She felt full, the sensation of fullness reaching her throat, and she had to endure his further penetration. "

This is deep enough, right?" she thought, but she was helplessly surprised to find that the next thrust of his penis

reached even deeper. She herself didn't know her body could be expanded and filled like this, as if she were

exploring the secrets of her body with him. Each new discovery elicited a scream from her, and

a trembling of fear under his powerful thrusts…

Finally, the boy fully inserted his penis into her body, then pressed his pubic bone against hers, his

pubic hair entwined with hers, one hand supporting her delicate buttocks, the other patting her sweat-drenched back, licking and nibbling her

slender neck.

She weakly rested her head on his broad shoulder, her arms and legs crossed behind him.

Such a robust body was nestled in her arms, too large to encircle in one arm. Her naturally reserved opening, meant for men,

was now being conquered and occupied by this young man. Her small mouth was being filled to its fullest, and his proud erection stood proudly erect and throbbing

between His large head had plunged into that warm, life-giving

space, as if one ejaculation would leave his mark deep within her body, one ejaculation

would scatter his seed.

Ah…so strong, she thought, lost in a daze.

Then the boy grabbed her buttocks and started tossing her around, his penis thrusting in and out of her at an unprecedented depth.

Each thrust made her groan involuntarily, and abundant fluid slid down between her thighs…

Suddenly, a boy who had been watching walked over and said, “Let me help.”

Then her swaying buttocks were pressed down, her anus felt slightly warm, and a swelling sensation

spread . Then the penis inside her vagina began to thrust wildly… She felt as if she were hanging

on a long penis from behind, a deep numbness and swelling in her buttocks, and a slight stinging pain in her vagina. The two pierced holes felt like they were trying to tear her apart.

As if the heat surging within her body was being released, her lower body throbbed with a dull longing to be penetrated.

The two penises thrust more and more intensely, and she felt great pleasure. She even

twisted actively rubbing against the sinewy penis inside her vagina, hoping for further release.

Then she felt incredibly good, that familiar pleasure being continuously thrust into her body by two penises. She gradually

became frenzied again. Two hands from behind cupped her breasts, pressing her against their backs, preventing her from

moving. The two penises below, like syringes, continuously injected the pre-orgasmic pleasure, slowly but

irresistibly accumulating. Unlike the speed she was used to, she couldn't even keep up with the buildup of pleasure. Her

mouth opened wide as if being stretched. Soon, the accumulated pleasure collapsed, and she felt that

familiar relaxation and sinking during orgasm again…

But the process of injecting pleasure began again. Before the previous wave had subsided, another wave swept over

her. The comfort that she used to only experience once in a while now continuously impacted her entire body. She trembled wildly with ecstasy as

her desire was saturated…

“So she likes sandwiches.”

The boy in front seemed to have discovered something with surprise.

“Her asshole is top-notch too.”

The boy behind echoed.

...Under the moonlight, she drifted and ebbed in the sea of desire, savoring

the pleasure of carnal desire like a drug, gradually becoming dazed and lost in thought, her mind a blur, fragmented sentences flitting by like seabirds:

??? ...

to meet or part

to live or die

we have oath

you and I

give me your hand

I will hold

live together

till old

??? ...

What is this?

The words Xiao Tang said to her? "

In life and death, we made a vow; holding your

hand, we will grow old together."

It turns out to be a few old sayings, a few old sayings sung for three thousand years.

Postscript:

This last sex scene seems unnecessary, but I haven't written any explicit sex scenes before, so as

an erotic novel, it feels like I'm being lazy.

Perhaps some of the sex details are familiar to everyone; that's because I haven't fully digested the works of my predecessors, please forgive

me.

Whether Xiao Xiao, immersed in carnal desire, will still remember her former lover's vows is a question. If

it were a movie, I would have Xiao Tang's voice-over read these lines. However, since this is a story, I'll have

to muster my courage and make something up.

The inspiration for this piece comes from a deep impression of those four lines of poetry; my immediate thought was, "I can't believe

such insightful words existed thousands of years ago." A few lines from the Book of Documents also evoked similar feelings: "The human heart is

perilous, the moral heart is subtle; only through refinement and unity can one truly hold fast to the mean." However, this doesn't seem suitable as the theme for an erotic piece.

It's roughly a story about loyalty, like the white chapter in the Red, White, Blue trilogy.

The protagonist there ultimately punishes his wife's infidelity. But Xiao Tang didn't seek revenge; perhaps he had no

excuse . Yes, under what pretext?

I apologize for the short length and simple plot. I don't yet have the ability to write long pieces. This is just

a short erotic piece; because I don't know how to write about love, I can't stretch it out, but I hope it can arouse your "sexual

interest" for a moment.

I've rambled on quite a bit again. Thank you for reading this and my rambling.

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