【X Lover】

During my mandatory military service, I worked as an administrative officer, managing administrative expenses and processing monthly salaries for my superiors and comrades. Another

important responsibility was running errands for my superiors, such as

buying queuing up at the stock exchange for souvenirs, or buying them late-night

snacks after roll call.

Overall, apart from a small number of officers from military academies who gave me a glimpse of the "lean

" nature of the ROC Army, the majority of volunteer soldiers and non-commissioned officers were, to put it mildly, chaotic and frustrating .

The time they spent looking at and researching stocks could have been enough to launch a counter-offensive against the mainland. To avoid incurring the "telling

the truth" charge under the Army, Navy, and Air Force Criminal Law, I will refrain from further criticism.

Just over six months before my discharge, I encountered a routine business inspection. This inspection involved submitting

accounting records from the last six months (I can't remember exactly), including food ledgers, administrative expense ledgers, and

expenditure vouchers, to headquarters for review.

Speaking of business inspections, I have my own perspective. In the military, officers protect each other; what's there to inspect?

Irregular vouchers have already been legally altered—who cares! Many of these fake accounts are used to entertain superiors; everyone

gets a share. Are we going to kick them while they're down? However, in the way of the soldier, if the accounting records are too perfect, leaving the finance

officer with no faults, it's disrespectful to the superior, making them appear incompetent, and inviting trouble. So,

I always deliberately added minor, harmless flaws in a few obvious places, giving the finance officer something

to write down, thus protecting their self-esteem.

That was probably the umpteenth time I'd been subjected to a business inspection. I arrived at headquarters early in the morning with the inspection documents, while

the command headquarters sent personnel from Taipei to conduct the inspection. When it was my turn to enter, I saw a woman in a light blue military uniform (the branch of service is

classified, see! Didn't they say so?), a skirt slightly above her knees, her beautiful legs crossed as she sat.

I was quite interested in the woman's calves; the female officer was wearing skin-colored stockings, and I was fantasizing about whether they were garter stockings. Wait!

Can soldiers wear stockings? A question immediately popped into my head; I hadn't really paid attention to whether female officers in my own unit

ever wore stockings. Oh well! Even if they stood naked in front of me, they'd probably be impotent.

When the female officer raised her head, our eyes met... this... this isn't

the charming officer I only see every Thursday at Chu Kuang Day! How come the finance officer is so hot? She should be hosting Chu Kuang Day.

I couldn't help but feel a little flutter in my heart, and I almost sang on the spot: "How long has it been since I saw you? I wondered where you were,

but it turns out you've always lived in my heart, accompanying my every breath." Don't be silly, that song hadn't been released yet.

The female officer looked a bit like Ho Ju-yun. As for whether Ho Ju-yun was

beautiful or not, opinions vary, but I used to quite admire that type. There are several definitions of beauty: one

is universally acknowledged beauty, no matter who you say it is; another is a unique beauty, captivating certain people; and yet another is beauty in the eye of the beholder, where only

a very few people, or even only your boyfriend, find her beautiful.

I moved to the finance officer's side so she could ask me questions—or rather, interrogate me—about any doubts she had

. Standing next to the finance officer, watching the beautiful woman focused on her work was quite a sight. Looking down from the side

, I glimpsed her name clearly engraved on her name tag (the kind that's fastened to her clothes with two knobs at the back).

To protect the person involved, I'll refer to her as X from now on!

At the same time, I noticed X's chest rising and falling with her breath beneath the designer label,

which gave me a jolt. I estimated it to be a C-cup, and I couldn't help but admire her. I'd rarely seen female military officers look

so elegant in their clothes; X was truly naturally beautiful. Looking further up, I saw X's fair and slender neck. Although she had a couple of small moles, they didn't

detract from her overall beauty. Her fair, rosy complexion was radiant and captivating, showing that X not only inherited good skin but

also took good care of it. I wondered if X's neck was sensitive (see! I'm getting carried away)? Later, I learned that X

spent at least two hours every day pampering her precious skin.

During the review process, X would ask me questions about things she didn't understand, and I would bow and answer them one by one. X

's voice was soft and gentle, smooth yet not cloying, very pleasant to listen to. What was even more pleasant was X's attitude; she

didn't act arrogantly because she was a superior, but rather had a warm and charming smile. A faint

floral fragrance emanated from X, refreshing the mind.

Seeing X's kind demeanor, the younger brother, emboldened by lust, became more talkative. He said to X, "Finance

Officer, has anyone said you look a lot like He Ruyun?" X smiled even more brightly and replied, "Yes

! Many people have said so, but I don't think I look like her!"

Seeing X's friendliness, I became even bolder in teasing her. Judging from the two horizontal bars on her shoulders, if she was

a volunteer officer who joined the army after graduating from a vocational college, she shouldn't be much older than me. I asked, "Finance Officer, did you study business?

Where did you graduate from?" Seeing that she was easy to bully, the younger brother also became restless in his speech.

With X's beauty, I imagined she must be showered with admiration and flattery in the military. She'd heard all the compliments, but everyone loves a

compliment , and you never tire of them. X told me she graduated from a business college in Taipei (the name was cut off).

"What year did you graduate?" I asked. X smiled and unabashedly revealed her age.

"Wow! We're the same age!" X laughed even harder at my comment.

In the limited time we had, it was crucial to find common ground or

points of connection as quickly as possible; otherwise, we'd just be fleeting acquaintances. I had no expectations of X, but

encountering a pretty girl inevitably meant wasting time and energy on conversation—a kind of enjoyment in life.

During our conversation, I noticed X slowed down her flipping through documents, seemingly distracted by my presence. Only X and I were in the officer's

office; the rest of the units were waiting outside. They had waited almost

forty minutes for the previous unit to come in. The other officers from Taipei had already been invited to the VIP room for tea by their district superiors. Look! They're probably going to have a blast sometime

at noon .

I asked X, "I have a question for you!" X let me speak, so I said, "Your

perfume smells like roses. It's rare for female officers in the south to wear perfume!" Then I said, "Do you use 'Celebrity

' floral water? It smells so good!"

X was amused and quipped, "No! Who uses 'Celebrity' floral water!" She pouted as she spoke.

See! Isn't this...acting cute? A beautiful woman acting cute certainly has a unique charm; looking at her pink and slightly...

Her full, red lips were so alluring, I really wanted to kiss them. (Later I learned that I was the third

person to kiss her.)

I continued, "It's not Star Floral Water! Is it Tresor Radiance?" X looked up

at me with an incredulous expression and said, "How did you know?" Luckily, my younger brother's female friend

works at a perfume boutique, and during her visits, she's also put in the effort to memorize the scents of several classic women's perfumes, using them as

topics for first conversations with women.

I told X, "Because my 'ex' girlfriend also used this perfume." X stuck out her tongue and

laughed , "What a coincidence!" I immediately said, "I bought a bottle of Tresor at a duty-free shop before, but before I could

give it to her, my girlfriend broke up with me. If you don't mind, I'll give it to you! Otherwise, it's useless to keep it."

X said, "You can keep it for your mom or a friend!" I said, "It's okay. Since it's such a coincidence that you

also use this brand, I'll give it to you!" Women sometimes believe in fate and destiny. The

perfume was a replacement I bought at a department store later.

I took a breath, mustered my courage, and said the most crucial sentence, "Can I ask the finance officer for your

address? I'll mail it to you during my vacation." It was time to turn the tables again; the outcome depended on this. X didn't think much and gave me

a few numbers. A phone number! I got a phone number. In those days, cell phones weren't common, so I quickly wrote the phone number down

in my notebook.

I asked X, "What's the extension number?" X replied with her signature smile, "There's no extension, it's my home

phone. It's not convenient to talk about personal matters in the military." Hahaha! I

felt incredibly light , like I was about to ascend to heaven.

Later, after spending too much time, X casually jotted down a few missing details, feigning seriousness and frowning, asking me

if there were any problems. Then her face immediately lit up with a bright smile. Wow! Amazing! Her acting was superb! If I were lucky enough

to get a girl like that, life would be full of fun.

As I left the office, a junior from the next inspection unit teased me, "Senior, you were in there for so long, was

n't the officer very demanding?" I scare him, "Very demanding! Be on your guard later." But in my heart, I thought: 'Damn!

We haven't even started dating yet, how would I know if she's demanding in bed?' After

a day's journey, I drove the military vehicle back to the camp in the evening. My younger brother had gotten his military driver's license just so he could

occasionally drive around and slack off. The captain was passed out drunk in the back seat. Damn it! I don't know which scoundrel he'd gone off to again

. In his drunken stupor, he even asked me how the inspection was going and whether it would prevent him from getting a promotion. I said, "Don't worry, Captain

!" but in my heart I was thinking, "Damn! Promotion, huh? If you get arrested and locked up, that'll be fine."

Back at the camp, life went on as usual. I didn't dare call X randomly; the situation was unclear. What if

X was some general's mistress? Then I might have endless service.

Days passed by, and before I knew it, my younger brother was a hundred days old—no, he was over a hundred

. After turning a hundred, I had nothing to do. I used every day as an excuse to go out on official business, living a life of debauchery and self-imposed exile,

lest I be killed by my superiors for knowing too many secrets. Once the birds are gone, the good bow is put away; once the cunning rabbit is dead, the hunting dog is cooked.

The business was handed over to my junior, and I was merely a nominal consultant.

Day after day, as the farewell party for the seniors who were a year ahead of me came to an end, late that night, the four of us from the same class

embraced and wept. After years of waiting, we had finally become "Red-Handsome"! It was exhilarating!

To celebrate our promotion to Red-Handsome, that night, except for one person who dared not cause trouble, the other three of us climbed

over the wall to celebrate this special day. The three of us hailed a taxi and went to a well-known nightclub in the city to drink and

have fun. Dancers came one after another, performing at each table. When we encountered a pretty girl, we naturally asked her to stay and linger.

It was

veritable feast of wine and women, and we were all captivated by the sights. We were having a great time! Later, a woman with particularly good looks came up. Her slender waist and seductive movements were especially alluring. My classmate mischievously held up

a few fingers for me. The woman shook her head, and my classmate slowly raised another finger. The hot dancer nodded, and I,

going along with it, reluctantly accepted. Leaving my two companions behind, I left the neon-lit nightclub and went downstairs.

Before I could even put down my second cigarette, the alluring young woman from before appeared before me in a stunningly beautiful outfit.

Her flowing hair and every gesture exuded a captivating charm that commanded my respect.

I first bought a gold-embroidered robe at the convenience store downstairs. Ah… don't waste your youthful years on gold-embroidered robes.

At the young woman's suggestion, we quickly found a place to stay. Upon entering the room, the young woman radiated beauty. Even without music

, her passionate dance was captivating, making my heart race and my breath quicken.

After paying her for the dance, we couldn't resist a passionate encounter. The young woman wasn't in a hurry to leave, seemingly intending to

linger until dawn, and even extended her time at the counter. Finally, at the break of daylight, half-asleep, I

sprang The young woman said she wanted to sleep more, so I let her be. Before leaving, I kissed her and gave her a squeeze of her ample buttocks.

My younger brother hurriedly flagged down a taxi and rushed back to the barracks. He finally managed to get a taxi and arrived just in time for morning roll call .

However, one of his beloved classmates was found drunk at some hotel and didn't show up until very late. Since his discharge was imminent, nothing came of it. 　　Later, after a proper discharge, my mother even bought a string of firecrackers and set them off the moment I returned home. I was touched, and in my heart, I cried out, "Mom, I'm back!" 　　For the first few days after discharge, I couldn't adjust. I was awake every morning around 5 a.m., not knowing what to do. Then before a trip north, I don't know what came over me, but I thought of X. Although I had only met X once, I hadn't lost her phone number; I guess subconsciously, I still couldn't forget her. 　　I thought I could use the trip north to catch up with my old friend—no, I mean old friend—and maybe have a coffee Since I was discharged, I didn't have to worry about committing adultery anymore. That night, I dialed X's number for the first time. Huh? The answering machine picked up a voice that sounded like X. I left a message explaining my purpose, wondering if X remembered me. 　　I left a message saying I owed her perfume and wanted to give it to her on my way north. Although I couldn't contact her, at least I was sure the phone number was correct. Before leaving, I even went to the Lanc?me counter and bought some Trésor perfume, just in case she didn't come out to meet me, I could give it to another female friend instead. 　　I drove to Taipei and stayed at a female friend's apartment. That night, I called X several times, but it was still an answering machine. Seeing that it was getting late, I stopped there. That night, I went out with friends and didn't return home until dawn, having a nutritious breakfast at McDonald's on the way.

It was past 7 PM when I got back to my friend's place. My younger brother called X again. The phone rang briefly before being answered

by a lazy voice: "Hello!" I asked, "Is X there?" She immediately said it was her.

My brother quickly tried to ease the awkwardness by pretending to be familiar with her and explained his purpose. I said, "If it's inconvenient for you, I can send it to you

." It's like in a pub, if a guy orders a Long Island Iced Tea for a woman, it's an

implication . Sending X some sparkling perfume would be similar!

X probably felt sorry for me coming all the way to Taipei and felt bad if she didn't agree, so she readily arranged

to meet me that evening and gave me her phone number. X said she was about to go to work. After hanging up, my female friend finished showering and

came out of the bathroom with wet hair. She was of average beauty, but in my eyes, she

had a great figure, very prominent feminine features, and a shapely figure. However, since she already had a boyfriend and was completely loyal to him...

Pshaw! A lone man and woman, alone in a room, presented a significant opportunity for her boyfriend, far away in the south, to cheat on her. Unfortunately,

my persuasive skills were still lacking, and she couldn't get anywhere. My friend, with her strong sense of morality, also failed to win her over, and at least

twenty times she said, "If you keep doing this, I'm not talking to you anymore!"

Later, she slept on the bed, while my friend obediently slept on the sofa. After sleeping for an unknown amount of time, my friend woke me up, wanting me to drive

her to Shih Chien University for her graduate class. My friend was really sleepy, but reluctantly agreed. On the way,

we bought something at a convenience store to eat. The scenery in the car was beautiful, and my friend said again, "Don't do this, if you keep doing

this In my heart, I thought, "If you keep yelling like that, I'm going to kick you out of the car!"

When we arrived at Shih Chien University, my friend treated me to some delicious peanut shaved ice near the entrance. I told her I was going to

visit a friend that evening and asked her to return to her rented apartment on her own. I picked up a Taipei map. Back then, there was no GPS navigation,

so I had to follow the map to the vicinity of Jianzhong High School on Nanhai Road. First, I scouted out the restaurant I'd arranged to meet X.

After confirming the location, I still had some time, so I wandered around, making the time as usual.

At eight o'clock, I arrived at the restaurant entrance on time. Less than five minutes later, a beautiful figure appeared

before me, both strange and familiar. Seeing X, I turned to face her, and our eyes met. My expression gradually shifted from

hesitation to certainty. X's smile went from half-familiar to seven-familiar, finally breaking into a wide grin.

"It's me!" I called out, "Good morning, Finance Officer!" X laughed and said, "Don't call out like that outside." We went inside

, sat down, and ordered. It turned out X hadn't eaten yet either. X said she had just finished work from the military, went home to shower, changed into

casual clothes , and then came out. It turned out X rented a place in an alley near the restaurant.

I took out the perfume and gave it to X. X happily accepted it and thanked me. I noticed that X's body scent

wasn't the as her perfume, so I asked her, "What's wrong?" and teased her, saying, "Are you wearing some celebrity floral water today

?" X said she had lost her perfume.

I asked why, and X said she stopped using that scent after breaking up with her boyfriend because he

liked it. I said, "What! Afraid of being reminded of him?" X replied, "Don't mention him anymore."

She added, "Then take the perfume home. I don't need it, but thank you anyway." I laughed and said, "It

's okay , you can give it to a friend. I don't mind."

We chatted over our meal, talking about interesting things in the military and sharing our personal stories. It was so pleasant

to be chatting . During our conversation, I learned that X was from Miaoli and only went to Taipei for college. She wasn't

renewing her contract at the end of the year and was preparing to be discharged. We chatted for a long time, ordered pancakes and coffee, and stayed until closing time.

Meeting X was a matter of chance, and spending time with her was a matter of fate; I truly wished time could stand still. When X spoke

, I always gazed into her eyes, as if there were twinkling stars in her pupils; X didn't seem to mind, acting with 　　natural grace

. Don't think there was any breakthrough; I was completely out of ideas, but just chatting with X made me very happy. I said goodbye to X, promising to come back to see her again, and silently watched her retreating figure. I lit a cigarette and smoked it by the door. Just as X was about to turn and disappear into the alley, she suddenly turned around, noticed I was still there and looking at her, and waved goodbye. 　　After saying goodbye to X, I returned to the south. Over the next few months, I traveled north several times for job interviews, and during this time, I successfully invited X out a few times. We went to the movies together and even went to Maokong for tea and to enjoy the night view. I always treated X with respect, and X never made any advances, remaining purely platonic. 　　I always harbored feelings of affection for X and cherished this friendship, so I dared not overstep my bounds, fearing it would disrupt the status quo and affect our friendship. On special occasions, such as Valentine's Day, the Lunar New Year, and X's birthday, I would send text messages or cards to congratulate them. I rarely called X, and X never called me. I guessed that X might have someone they liked or was dating. 　　Then one day, the phone rang, and X's number appeared. I happily answered, and during our chat, X told me he would be discharged from the military next month and would be in Kaohsiung this week as a sales supervisor, asking if I was free to have dinner together. "I'm free, I'm free, of course I'm free, even if I'm dead." 　　On the day X headed south, I called to confirm the time. Around 6 PM, I successfully picked X was finishing a two-day supervisory assignment and was heading back to Taipei that evening. We took X to Wang Steakhouse. 　　On the way, I noticed something strange: X smelled of Tresor. Strange! Didn't I stop using that brand? Could it be the bottle I gave her? I said to X, "What! Did you get back together with your boyfriend? You're wearing Tresor today ." 　　X didn't answer, replying, "This is the bottle you gave me. Do you like the smell?" 　　"Yes, yes, of course I like it." 　　We chatted jokingly the whole way, all smiles. 　　After dinner, my younger brother suggested going to a pub to listen to music and chat that night. X immediately declined, saying she didn't want to take the night bus back to Taipei. I told X, "I have a free accommodation voucher for Hanshin Hospital that I brought with me today, thinking it might come in handy if you're staying in Kaohsiung for one night." Actually, I had thought before coming that if I had the chance to keep X, I would use the voucher; it wouldn't be a forced arrangement, and I'd give X a chance to convince themselves. 　　X initially declined, saying, "How could I possibly accept that?" After my earnest persuasion, X finally agreed to stay. 　　It was winter, and X was wearing a military long-sleeved uniform with a jacket over it. After discussing it with X, I decided to put on my military uniform.

The trip was rather inconvenient, so I first took X to Hanshin Department Store to check in. I didn't go upstairs but waited in the lobby. When X

changed into casual clothes, my eyes lit up

. She was dressed in a bohemian style, with well-fitting jeans, a V-neck that slit up to her cleavage, and a top with a lot of prints. Although it was a long time ago, it was still vivid in my memory.

I drove around, playing "Modern Talking," a dance track with a decadent style that enhanced the atmosphere. We planned to

go to "Blue Rhapsody" on Wufu Road to listen to music, but seeing that we still had some time, I took X to Xinhoujiang for a stroll first. After walking around for a

while, seeing that X was in a good mood, I boldly said to her, "I have a favor to ask, but you can't get angry when I tell you

!" X said, "Go ahead, I might not agree."

I continued, "It's been a long time since I held a girl's hand. Can I hold your hand?" X pursed her lips and

glanced at me sideways. I felt embarrassed and regretted my words, but it was too late to take them back.

X took a few sips of her drink, then unexpectedly took my hand, saying, "Let's go! If we get lost,

we won't care of you." I was startled, then overjoyed.

X's hands were slender and delicate, smooth as jade. Sometimes our fingers intertwined, sometimes we gently held each other's little fingers. Even

something as simple as holding hands could have so many variations. I noticed my palms were slightly damp; I wondered who was sweating.

We strolled along, my mind elsewhere, this scene a sight to behold, a rare treat on earth. After wandering around

for a while longer , we arrived at the parking lot. X complained, "Holding your hand for so long, isn't that enough?" The young man brushed his hair aside,

smiled awkwardly, and said, "Not enough, not enough, not even for a lifetime."

We took X to "Blue Rhapsody" on Wufu Road to listen to music. X had a cocktail, while I, as usual, drank

Corona with lemon. Sitting opposite each other, X smoothly requested the song "Always" for him. The two chatted and laughed, reminiscing about the endless affairs

of the world , a matter unrelated to wind and moon.

Around 1 a.m., the two of us, slightly tipsy, stepped out the door. I lit a

cigarette and puffed on it. X surprisingly said she wanted one too. I asked her, "What? Don't you not smoke?" X, slightly drunk and with a flushed face, gave me a flirtatious look and

said, "I want one now!" I lit her cigarette, then reached out and took her hand, asking, "Can I love

you?"

X stared at me with wide eyes, nudged my shoulder with the cigarette in her hand, and said, "You can like me,

but you can't love me. Love comes with responsibility." I then asked X, "Do I have a chance to love you?" X chuckled softly

and said, "Let's talk about it when I fall in love with you!"

After getting in the car, I drove X back to the Hanlai Hotel. Before she got out, I deliberately gazed at her tenderly, hoping for a response.

But X didn't say much, just smiled blankly at me and asked me to drive

carefully . After letting X out of the car, I felt a pang of disappointment, but there was nothing I could do. I couldn't bear to leave for a moment. Once out of

the car, lost in thought, the winter night was chilly, and my beloved seemed so close yet so far. I shivered, feeling a chill, subconsciously

anticipating something.

About half an hour later, X's number appeared on my phone. Ah… this call, on this cold

winter night , was especially heartwarming, like the match girl's hand, stirring conflicting emotions.

X said, "Where are you? I'm about to go to sleep." I said, "Still downstairs at the hotel." X said,

"What's wrong with you? Come see me in Taipei another day." I said, "I miss you, I don't want to leave."

X was silent for a while, then continued, "Why don't you come up and chat with me?" Hearing this, I felt like

I'd received a royal decree, daring not to disobey. I first relieved myself in the hotel lobby restroom, then went to X's room. X was wearing a t-shirt,

shorts, and a jacket when she answered the door.

After the door closed, sensing the opportune moment, I took X's hand in one hand and wrapped my arm around her

waist with the other, then moved towards her lips. X didn't resist, passively responding to my kiss. We pushed and shoved our way to the bed, then

stumbled and fell onto the bed. X could no longer suppress her desire, occasionally moaning softly, letting out soft

cries when she touched sensitive spots. I seized the opportunity to slip my tongue into X's mouth, and X, no longer passively resisting, launched a counterattack. Our tongues

intertwined like dancing snakes, blending seamlessly—it was all a gift from heaven.

In my entire life, except for measuring my 3,000-meter run, my heart had never pounded so hard, almost bursting the meter. Was I

going to ? While kissing X, my restless hand slowly ventured into her groin. X, who had just finished showering, had already

withdrawn her guard. I pulled X up, and she sat with her back to me. My hands, within the "Bright Peak" area of my control, gently kneaded, pinched, and

circled her breasts… Soon, X was panting softly.

I took off X's shirt, and X helped me remove mine until I was only wearing underwear. I saw X's teardrop-shaped breasts,

thick and round, the nipples budding and tempting. Though not the pink of a man's fantasy, they were still lovely and alluring.

I had X lie down, and I started kissing her ear, sometimes blowing, sometimes inhaling, sometimes licking, moving

down her neck to her collarbone, then winding down her cleavage, before finally reaching up and nibbling and sucking on her fair and alluring

breasts .

I reached out and probed the "warning zone"—the Yellow River was about to burst its banks; if not channeled, it would cause a flood. In

the spirit , I deliberately passed by my house several times without entering, which only made X more itchy and urging me on. After I made X arch her legs and

pulled down her underwear, I saw a trickle of fluid flowing from her dense pubic hair. This precious nectar couldn't be wasted.

I parted X's long, glistening legs, knelt down, and used my tongue to continuously supply energy to her from the outside of her "Peach Blossom Cave

." My hands then slipped through X's arched legs, reaching her again to cleanse her of any remaining desires. X blushed, her body

trembling as she tried to evade me, but I pressed my advantage, giving her no chance to catch her breath.

After a passionate session, the warm-up ended, and I lay on the bed. It was X's turn to demonstrate her skills. While not particularly impressive

, she was thorough. She knelt beside me, making me feel served. However, when faced with this "family heirloom

," X seemed slightly uncomfortable and insisted I take a bath before she would comply.

On a whim, blinded by lust, I said to X, "I'm going to take a shower. Can you wear your military uniform? I

like seeing you in uniform." X was reluctant, but given my persistent pleading, he gave in. When I

came out of the shower, X was already dressed, only missing his hat.

A song began to play in my mind: "Soaring through the clouds and riding the wind, serving the country with lofty ambitions, roaming the Kunlun Mountains, overlooking

the Pacific coast, seeing the majestic passes and fortresses of the Five Sacred Mountains and Three Rivers..." Before the song was even finished, I had X pinned down,

deliberately not removing his uniform, and after a series of hungry kisses, I asked X to play a piece for me.

X asked, "Which piece would you like to hear, sir?" I replied, "Play 'The Song of the Pipa'!" Lying on the bed...

X took off my bath towel, tuned the strings, and plucked them a few times. Before the melody even began, the emotion was already there. With lowered brows and nimble fingers

, she continued to "play," expressing the boundless emotions in her heart. Lightly plucking, slowly strumming, smoothing, and picking, she began with "Rainbow Skirt and Feathered Robe," then moved to "Six Melodies." The large strings roared like

a sudden rainstorm

, the small strings whispered like private words… Tonight, hearing your pipa's music is like listening to celestial music, my ears are instantly enlightened. Beautiful music! Beautiful music!! Unable to contain myself, I jumped on top, ready to charge into battle. Wait! I asked X when my friend would be visiting last time.

A quick calculation showed it shouldn't be a problem, and X readily agreed. And so, with X's upper body still in military uniform, my little brother

struggled to rise, and X, embracing him, like a koala, receptively accepted him. Wow! This koala is huge

!

X abandoned all feminine modesty, letting out unrestrained moans. Seeing the official rank on X's shoulder only fueled my animalistic desires

. Finally, under X's electric-like spasms, X abandoned Shanhaiguan, leading my elite

troops into the pass. A vast and beautiful land thus fell into my hands.

Afterwards, we slept in each other's arms, whispering sweet nothings in our bedchamber. X, completely uninhibited, spoke freely

and without reservation. Our lovemaking was truly blissful, surpassing countless earthly encounters…

When checking out, I forgot how many rounds we'd fought; I only knew it was more tiring than running a marathon. X even secretly pinched me, complaining that I made it difficult for her to even

walk with her feet together.

At this point in the story, I think it's time to leave it blank. The story with X didn't have

the happy ending of a fairy tale. I sincerely wish X a lifetime of happiness. Farewell, my lover X.

[The End]

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