A Fairy Tale in the City

I looked down at the naked girl huddled in my arms, feeling how weak and pitiful she was.

Although her burning body was so real, I still felt it was unreal, as if I were having a beautiful, sweet dream that I might wake up at any

moment , or as if I were in a fairy tale...

A week ago, on Christmas Eve, while everyone was crowding the streets and excitedly

counting down , I was strolling around indifferently, wanting only to avoid the surging crowds...

Just as the clock in the square struck its first bright chime, this beautiful

girl , suddenly and without warning, bumped into my arms and pressed her burning

red lips against my cold lips.

Long after the twelve chimes had faded, I finally snapped out of my daze and released the girl from my arms,

ending the passionate kiss. But before I could figure out what had happened, she had already

fallen asleep, nestled softly against my chest.

I tried for a long time, but couldn't wake her. Although I didn't know her, I couldn't imagine what would happen

if I just left such a lovely, unconscious girl

on the street on this night when everyone was filled with lust. In the end, I had no choice but to take her home.

That night, I sat on the sofa, quietly watching her lying on my lap, snoring softly as she

slept soundly, like a carefree baby.

Although I'm definitely not a saint, and she is very beautiful, truly beautiful... long, glossy black

hair , delicate features, snow-white skin, a well-proportioned figure; her long, shapely legs under her white short skirt and

her full breasts revealed in the open neckline exude a very powerful allure... But strangely, I

didn't have the slightest impure thought about her.

Although... I can't deny that she did indeed make my long-frozen heart feel a

slight warmth...

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It's been a whole year, hasn't it?

Just last Christmas Eve, my beloved girl ruthlessly threw our engagement ring in my

face , and at the same time announced that she was going to marry a wealthy man old enough to be her grandfather as his second wife!

I didn't say anything, I ran to the dock in one breath, and jumped in!

My desperate body sank deeper and deeper into the dark ocean. The immense water pressure felt like it

was , and my limbs felt like they were filled with heavy lead. The icy seawater kept

pouring into my body through my eyes, ears, nose, and mouth, washing away not only my will to live and my hope, but also my

longing for faithful love!

I swore... if I didn't die, I would never say "I love you" to anyone again in my life

... In the instant before I lost consciousness, I seemed to see a very beautiful face...

not that wretched woman's... a beautiful face...

No! I will never fall in love with anyone again!

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...I never thought I would actually survive!

The next morning, the police officers who were on duty even during the Christmas holidays

found me on a secluded beach more than ten kilometers away from the pier where I jumped into the sea. I was still tightly clutching a seashell hair ornament in my hand.

Although I had swallowed a lot of water, I hadn't drowned. They all thought it was a tremendous miracle, because besides

the vast distance between the dock and the beach, even the currents were flowing in opposite directions.

My body survived, but my heart died! The helpful, enthusiastic, and

love-believing person I once was had vanished, buried in the cold depths of the sea on Christmas Eve.

That year, I buried myself in work, achieving remarkable results, and even met several excellent

girls who were interested in me; unfortunately, my heart was completely closed off. Women, to me, were merely tools for venting my desires;

I could no longer muster any interest in love.

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The girl woke up in the early morning of Christmas.

The instant , I knew that the ice that had sealed my heart had begun to crack!

The following days were simply heaven! Never before had a girl touched my heart so deeply,

not even that wretched woman who had once been the love of my life but ultimately discarded me like trash!

This girl was truly, truly perfect…

except for one thing! She couldn't speak! She couldn't utter a sound.

But these minor flaws didn't diminish the perfect impression she left on me. Besides, even without her speaking, I

could feel her deep love for me.

She was so adorable! Not only beautiful, but also innocent… She would be overjoyed by

a gentle kiss on her forehead, or by the sight of a cute baby in a TV commercial, and she would even weep sadly when the flowers on the terrace and the tropical fish in

the aquarium froze to death on a cold winter night…

On Boxing Day, I finally couldn't resist opening this gift from heaven.

Under the twinkling lights of the Christmas tree, surrounded by scraps of gift wrapping paper, I roughly tore off her only

white dress, and with her tacit consent, possessed this beautiful angel.

As I pressed against her silky, naked body, I felt her tremble. I gently

kissed her tightly closed eyelids: "Look at me, don't be afraid... I'll be very gentle, I won't hurt you."

She opened her eyes, gazing at me bravely, her burning cherry lips expressing her willingness.

Although I had kissed her countless times in the past two days, this close embrace was a first. She

smelled wonderful, her whole body exuding a very fresh, natural fragrance, like a summer sea breeze...

I very gently, but also very firmly, pulled away her small hands covering her beautiful breasts, revealing

those perfect hemispheres, not particularly large, but very firm. The little cherries on the peaks were already hard and erect,

waiting for my touch, the snow-white peaks flushed with patches of fragrant red, as if

urging me to quickly claim them.

Beads of sweat dripped from her delicate, high nose, though she couldn't utter a single seductive moan.

But those rapid, panting breaths still ignited the primal instincts within me. I greedily devoured

her smooth, delicate skin, leaving countless bruises on her flawless body.

Her long, beautiful legs reluctantly parted under my persistent advances. Amid her silent struggles and resistance, I forcefully

gripped her thigh, which was still trying to close, and kissed her beautiful mound, glistening with thick nectar

. I even sucked large gulps of the delicious nectar into my mouth… Her nectar was a little salty…like

seawater…

I parted her tightly closed labia with my fingers, and not far from the opening, I clearly saw the

pink membrane symbolizing virginity… She was a virgin! I wasn't surprised at all. In fact, given her innocence,

I would have been surprised if she weren't a virgin!

In her ecstatic daze of orgasm, I pressed down on her, my hands lifting her beautiful long legs, gripping her waist tightly.

My ferocious dragon slammed heavily into her trembling vulva, wrestling with the stubbornly resisting gates of virginity

...

The girl's hands pressed tightly against my chest,

conveying the raw excitement and fear of losing her virginity.

I took a deep breath and brutally pressed down!

There were no piercing cries, no regretful screams; only tears of excitement!

My hard head fiercely tore through the seal of virginity, forcefully plunging into that sacred palace never before

defiled , using the girl's own blood to compose the first movement of sex and desire.

Her tender and delicious body was simply irresistible. In the following days, I

possessed this beautiful girl who had given me everything without reservation, without ever thinking of giving back. Yes, I

treated her incredibly well! I took her to the best restaurants, the most lavish meals, bought her the most expensive clothes and the most

dazzling jewelry… but I knew that wasn't what she really wanted…

She wanted me to tell her something, but I never said it.

I pretended not to know, because I didn't have the courage to say those words…

The closer it got to New Year's Eve, the more silent she became. This seems contradictory, since she's practically

a mute! But in fact, I could feel her sadness…

These past two nights, after our passionate encounters, after I fell asleep, she would get up alone, go to the large fish tank in

the living room , and silently weep while watching the little fish swimming back and forth. Once, she even

fell asleep on the sofa from exhaustion, and I only discovered it when I woke up the next day, which broke my heart.

To cheer her up, I specially booked an expensive New Year's Eve dinner and a hotel

room , so she could watch the New Year's Eve countdown fireworks display up close.

That day, holding her warm little hand, we unknowingly walked back to

the pier , and to the beach where I was found… There, I

told her everything about my painful past heartbreak; I also recounted my miraculous survival.

She smiled… and slowly led me to the spot where I had been found… It was a small

pebble , something I had never mentioned to her!

I stared at her in disbelief…

this dreamlike girl…

she couldn't speak…

she was so innocent that she would cry for a dead tropical fish…

the fresh scent of the sea on her…

she loved me unconditionally, as if there were no tomorrow…

No way! I can't believe it!

She looked at me sadly, and only then did I notice the seashell hair ornament she always wore.

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Impossible! I still refuse to believe it!

The Taipei 101 building outside the window was brightly lit, and the boisterous cheers from the street a dozen floors below seeped

through the thick glass windows into the dimly lit luxury hotel room,

providing perfect background music for our passionate panting.

The girl lay prone on the spacious bed, facing the dazzling lights of the building across the street, thrusting her shapely buttocks with all her might,

enduring my fierce thrusts.

Her beautiful labia were completely deformed by the constant entry and exit of my massive penis, the milky white nectar churning into thick

foam, covering her glistening, lustful mound.

But in the girl's pleasurable panting, there was a faint hint of despair, a vague awareness that this was the last

pleasure.

I, however, was different. I couldn't fully enjoy the complete communion of body and soul with the girl; my mind was still

lingering on that romantic but tragic fairy tale… Just before dinner, she timidly pulled me into the bookstore and

insisted on shoving that world-famous "Andersen's Fairy Tales" into my hands.

Of course I'd read the storybook, and I knew the original story didn't have

a happy ending like the Disney animation. In the original, the Little Mermaid didn't win the heart of her beloved prince; she ultimately turned

into sea foam and disappeared into the vast ocean…

But…

that can't be, right?

The girl's whole body tensed, her tight passage convulsing violently, scalding nectar overflowing.

"Ten…nine…eight…seven…" The deafening countdown outside the window had begun…

The hard ram slammed open the tender flower core, throbbing violently against the trembling cervix!

"…Four…three…two…"

Amidst her splattering tears, hot semen uncontrollably gushed out…

I vaguely saw her glossy black hair slowly turning into foam…

This… can't be, can it?

I was still hesitating…

Should I believe her? Should I say those three words again?

A deafening boom, and the fireworks began…

…It's over!

…What is the ending?

...You can decide for yourselves!

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