[Network Connections]

Little Wolf didn't do well in university ;

he failed his CET-4 (College English Test Band 4) and almost had to repeat a year. Fortunately, through hard work, he managed to graduate

during . With such grades, he naturally didn't plan on finding a high-end

job; he could only find a place to coast along, gain experience, and wait for his chance. Luckily, his major

was good, so finding a job to support himself wasn't too difficult. He also did well in his coursework and had decent practical

skills , so he got a job in after-sales service at a machinery company.

As a recent graduate, he naturally needed training to get a technical support job at such a company, since what he learned in

university was too superficial and not practical. The company gathered a group of us new recruits at its

R&D and manufacturing base for training.

This base was located in the suburbs of S city, which was known as paradise, and the training lasted three months. This training was

even more intense than university. The company's HR manager told us when we signed the contracts that if we didn't pass the training,

we would be fired, so the 20 or so young men were as nervous as if they were taking the college entrance exam. After all, nobody wanted

to stumble on their first step into the workforce. So most of the time, the young men picked up their textbooks, which they hadn't seriously

studied , and studied them diligently. With the company's training materials, the group of young men became

diligent students again.

Xiao Lang was quite confident in his professional knowledge and also quite interested in university lab courses, so his foundation in his major

was solid, making the training much easier. With a solid professional foundation, the company's training materials

weren't a big deal for me; they just introduced the features of the company's

products a catalog of easily damaged parts and component models, etc.

Being too bored isn't a good thing for anyone.

While his colleagues were diligently studying, he was easily becoming a bored individual,

and still immersed in the sweetness of love, he spent his free time on the phone with his girlfriend.

After just half a month, he realized something was wrong. The salary during training was already very low, and under the exploitative practices of the unscrupulous mobile company

, the few red Mao Zedong bills he received were happily accepted by the beautiful cashier in exchange for nothing more than a "

Thank you for your support.

" Realizing the problem, he naturally had to change his strategy, so his girlfriend and he moved their romantic battleground

online .

The internet is a magical world. As my girlfriend and I's romance blossomed, we naturally frequented the

city's chat rooms and BBS forums to learn about and understand our city.

Besides getting to know the city, those who hang out in chat rooms and BBS forums often gain more online friends as a side effect, and I was no exception. In

the three months I spent in this city, I added over ten QQ friends, including

Jasmine, the heroine of my first battle in countless real-world encounters.

Meeting Jasmine was purely accidental. It was a weekend, and all my training partners had gone to the city for fun. My

girlfriend had agreed to continue our relationship online. Because of some disagreements about our future plans, we

argued. My girlfriend was very angry, and the consequences were severe; she went offline, leaving me alone online.

I entered the city's chat room, chose a boring name: Lonely Stranger, and listlessly watched

the chat messages jump around, listlessly watching men who were probably as bored as me, using words and

text to flirt with women who were probably equally bored.

Suddenly, a message popped up in my chat box: "Jasmine says to you, 'Good evening, are you also a stranger in a strange land?'"

And just like that, we started chatting in the chat room. I learned her age, occupation, hometown, and we

talked about relationships, hobbies, life plans, and future hopes. Several hours passed by in the blink of an eye. At the end,

she even advised me to call my girlfriend and cheer her up, saying that relationships are like that, there will be friction, etc. We got along

so well that it was natural to add her as a QQ friend.

After that, I didn't see her online much, because she worked in an electronics factory, her schedule was irregular,

and she could only support herself by working overtime. She would only go online occasionally. However,

she always left me offline messages, and of course, I would reciprocate. After

more than two months , we really developed a kind of close friendship.

The three-month training ended quickly, and I had to leave the base to go to my assigned service area. Coincidentally,

the place I was assigned to was Jasmine's hometown—City B. I left her an offline message, told her about this

, packed my bags, and went to B city to start my official job.

(2) A heartfelt phone call

After arriving in B city, I reported to the company's regional office, got to know my colleagues, visited the company's main clients,

and arranged my own workspace. More than a month passed in a flurry of activity. Working people are different from students. Although

the company didn't give us much money, it was enough to live on. With my first official salary from the company,

I set up broadband for my workspace. With the office laptops provided by the company, I

no longer had to hang out in internet cafes.

After setting up the broadband, I logged into QQ as soon as possible and found that the QQ avatars were jumping around a lot. I read

through . Some of my college classmates asked about my recent situation and asked for my contact information. Some of my colleagues who trained with me in the company lamented

the terrible working environment. Some of my friends who used to play games with me asked why I had disappeared. Of course, there was also

a message from Jasmine.

In her initial message, Jasmine expressed her reluctance to see me leave S City, saying she had hoped to treat me to a farewell meal when my

training ended, but she hadn't expected me to leave so soon. However, she also happily

mentioned that since I was working in her hometown, there would be opportunities in the future, and she would treat me to a meal whenever she came home… In

later messages, she asked why I hadn't heard from her for over a month, whether she had seen her messages, why

I hadn't replied, etc., and asked me to call her after seeing the messages, saying she didn't want to lose me as a friend.

Men are generally powerless against women's requests. Without thinking, I picked up the phone and dialed

the number .

A sweet voice came from the other end, but it was Cantonese, which I couldn't understand. I had little experience

calling and was a little nervous. After a half-minute pause, I managed to stammer, "Hello,

this is xxx." The other person was stunned for a long time, then said in a heavy Cantonese accent, "Ah, you've arrived!"

"Seeing the call was from our hometown, I was surprised to see it was you." We started chatting on the phone, talking about my

impressions of B city, what had happened to me over the past month, and what had happened to her over the past month. We got so engrossed in our conversation that we

lost track of time, and my phone ran out of battery. I quickly changed the battery and tried to call again, only

to hear the kind message from the mobile company: "Your phone is out of service due to unpaid bills."

Oh well, I finally understood the old Chinese saying: "Too much talk leads to mistakes!" So I left a message for Jasmine on QQ, saying I had a great time

chatting with her and hoped we could keep in touch. Unexpectedly, my phone rang right after I sent the message. It was a

text message: "I had a great time chatting with you. It's been a long time since I've had a chat like this with anyone. Working away from home is so frustrating.

I'm so glad to have met you as a friend. I hope your work goes well. Also, I have something to tell you: your voice is so

nice , and your Mandarin is so good, you don't sound like a southerner at all. It's late today, I'll contact you another day.

" And so, in my boring work life, besides my relationship with my girlfriend, I had a

woman , making my days more fulfilling.

It feels good to have someone to share your unpleasant experiences, achievements, and hardships at work . Jasmine and I grew closer.

Work at the company went relatively smoothly because I had solid theoretical knowledge and my practical skills in training

were highly praised. My colleagues had a good opinion of me as a newcomer. After working for a little over two months, the branch office

director assigned me a region to manage, putting several technicians in charge, and even gave our group a vehicle

. I was feeling quite successful and quickly called my girlfriend to share the good news. Just after telling her, I remembered Jasmine and

sent her a message. She didn't reply, and when I called her, her phone was off.

I felt a little disappointed.

Even without contacting Jasmine, life and work had to go on. Before I knew it, the end of the year was approaching, and the company's

work revolved around the year-end. The company's machinery was under a lot of work at the end of the year, leading to a lot of problems,

and my group and I were extremely busy. The disappointment of not being able to contact Jasmine was gradually

overshadowed . Two weeks passed like this. I had just returned from an out-of-town after-sales service trip, dragging my exhausted body

back to my little wolf den. I took a shower and prepared to rest. As I came out of the bathroom, my phone kept ringing. I picked it up and saw

it was an unfamiliar number. Instinctively, I answered with a professional tone, "Hello, this is XX company's after-sales

engineer . Who is this?" There was a moment of silence on the other end, then Jasmine's voice came through: "Haha, I didn't expect

you to be so professional, Engineer XX." Hearing Jasmine's voice, my tired body felt

like . The drowsiness vanished, and I no longer felt exhausted. I immediately said, "Ah, Jasmine!

I haven't heard from you for over half a month! Where have you been making your fortune? Have you forgotten about your friend?" She sighed and said in a

somewhat unhappy tone, "No, I'm back to take care of some things. It's inconvenient for me to contact you right now..." The problem was solved,

and she was getting ready to go back to work in S City. She saw my QQ message and called, wanting me to treat her to a

meal.

A date with a beautiful woman is a date, no matter how hard or tiring it is, I couldn't refuse. She said she had just left her hometown in the countryside and was going to

take the train from B City to work. She was currently staying at the E Hotel and asked me to pick her up. I said, "Jasmine, I don't know

who you are, and you've never given me a picture. How am I supposed to find you?" She said, "Well, just go to room 608 at the E

Hotel and knock. She has a room to herself."

I got into the company car assigned to me and drove to the E Hotel. Arriving at room 608, I gently

knocked on the door. The person inside cautiously opened a crack, peeking out half a face, looking anxious and asking,

"Who are you?" I looked at her delicate face, and heard Jasmine's voice. I confirmed that this

pretty and lovely girl was the Jasmine I had been chatting with for almost half a year. I introduced myself half-jokingly, "I

'm XXX, here to pick up Miss XXX for a late-night snack." Jasmine MM was visibly taken aback, then a slight

smile appeared on her lips. "I am XXX. I didn't expect you to be here so quickly. Wait a moment, I'll change my clothes and come out."

My first visit, and I was turned away! A little frustrated, I paced back and forth outside the door, feeling

a bit nervous. After all, aside from my girlfriend, I had no

experience being alone with a girl past 11 pm.

A few minutes later, the door opened, and Jasmine MM came out wearing a white woolen dress. I carefully

looked her up and down. She was less than 1.6 meters tall, with short hair that hung neatly down,

partially obscuring her fair neck, making me want to part it and see more clearly. Her bright eyes

had fluttering upper eyelashes, revealing a hint of mischief. Her eyebrows were clearly groomed, neat and pretty.

Beneath her

beautifulnot- charming.

As I sized her up, she gave me a thorough once-over,

then smiled defiantly and said, "What are you looking at? Never seen a beautiful woman before?"

After a few seconds of stunned silence, my mind raced. Half-jokingly, I replied, "I've seen plenty of beautiful women, but they all

belong to others. This is the first time I've seen one that truly belongs to me." As I spoke,

I took two defiant steps forward, placed my nose on her forehead, took a deep breath, and chuckled, "Mmm, smells wonderful. Looks like Jasmine

has prepared a seductive scent for her man." She didn't need to... She said dismissively, "You're just being vain.

Who would tempt you? Before today, I didn't even know if you were round or flat, so I wasn't interested." I immediately

chimed in , "Haha, so now do you think I'm round or flat? Ready to make a move?" MM seemed

a little regretful and said, "It's too late to make a move, you already have a girlfriend." MM mentioning her girlfriend was like

a calming injection for me, and I dropped my joking tone, "Yeah, you're both married, it

's a bit late to make a move." For a moment, everyone fell silent, walked out of the elevator, got into the car, and drove towards the famous

snack street in B city.

The silence in the car was somewhat awkward. Remembering that I hadn't heard from MM for almost half a month, I casually

said, "Jasmine, what happened? You've vanished like a ghost for over half a month, not even a whisper of news."

MM's expression wasn't good. She said, "I was happy to see you today. I don't want to talk about these unpleasant topics.

We can talk about it another time. Don't bring it up again today." (The woman didn't want to discuss this.)

I didn't want to force her, so I said, "I've only been here a short time and don't know what local specialties are available.

As should recommend some. I don't want to waste my money." MM regained some color in her eyes: "

Engineer X is so stingy! Treating a friend to dinner is considered a waste of money? I knew I shouldn't have asked you to treat me." Little Wolf

quickly said, "That's not what I meant. I was just worried you wouldn't enjoy the food and would be unhappy, making me spend money for nothing."

"Get lost! Who needs you to please me?" I quickly said, "Haha, it's not about pleasing you, it's about pleasing your

mouth! If I don't please such a pretty little mouth, it'll be hard to get a taste." MM smiled: "

Don't , or your girlfriend might sense your intention to cheat and come after you." "From a legal perspective,

thoughts aren't a crime..." The atmosphere was relaxed, and the two of them chatted away as they arrived at the food

street. It turns out that this Jasmine MM, although claiming to be from B City, was actually

a village girl from X Village, X Township, X County, which is under B City. After finishing junior high school, she went to S City for vocational school and then worked there. She knew B City less

than I did, so asking her for recommendations was like asking a blind person to lead the way. Both of us,

unfamiliar showed a special interest in the dazzling array of snacks.

Like old folks visiting a grand garden, we were filled with curiosity and joy. Starting from the street corner, we tried this and that, spending over

two hours chatting and laughing as we thoroughly explored the food street. By the time we reached the other end of the street, it was already

1:30 AM.

It was getting late; Wolf had a business trip the next day, and MM had to catch a train. Although we were still reluctant to leave,

we both planned to head home.

Driving up to the E Hotel, MM tilted her head and sighed, "Thank you so much for spending

so 's getting late, I should be keeping you from work. I'm going up now, are you going back to your dorm to rest?"

At that time, Little Wolf was still in the wolf den and didn't understand MM's implication, so he immediately said, "Yes,

I have to go to XX place at 8 o'clock tomorrow, I should go back. You should rest too, I can't take you tomorrow, have a safe trip."

MM suddenly seemed to relax, "Okay, you go back, you're driving again tomorrow." After saying that, she opened

the car door and prepared to get out, when suddenly MM brought her lips to my lips, gave me a light kiss, and then stepped out of the car, saying, "

Good job, on behalf of the female comrades, I'll reward you." Then she slammed the car door shut and went into the hotel. I

called out to her back, "Nice lips." I watched her go into the hotel, and then drove back

to the wolf den.

After getting to know her in person, my phone conversations with Jasmine became more relaxed, and I no longer felt the fear of

the unfamiliar and the unknown. More and more topics came into our conversations.

She told me about her family situation, the reason she had been missing for over half a month, and her current life.

Jasmine was a "little over-birth guerrilla"—her parents had four daughters before finally having a son.

Everyone in China understands that having more children than allowed means a huge financial burden. Although Jasmine was a good student, her family

couldn't afford her tuition. She wouldn't have had the chance to continue her education before finishing junior high. It was her village chief

who took a liking to her, wanting her to be his daughter-in-law. The village chief's son, seven years her senior, also particularly liked her fresh and charming appearance.

At 15, she married the village chief's son. She was still quite naive at the time, already someone's

wife . After marriage, her husband saw how much she wanted to study, and after she had a child at 16, he supported her through

junior high and then vocational school. To be honest, she graduated from vocational school over a year ago. They were supposed to get their marriage certificate this year,

but her husband started an affair with her younger sister while she was away. She came back to

settle things.

When she told me all this, she couldn't quite explain her feelings. She said that although she and her ex-husband didn't have love,

there were still some feelings between them, and she was grateful to him. Anyway, feelings aren't something that can be explained in a few words. She's

now a 21-year-old divorced woman who has never been legally married but is actually divorced and has a 4-year-old son.

Although I come from a rural background, my family has always been well-off, and I've never encountered such a complicated

situation . I could only offer Jasmine some lukewarm comfort. Over the next two months, my

phone calls with Jasmine were even more frequent than my intimate conversations with my girlfriend, and our feelings for each other quickly intensified. Jasmine

even told me on the phone that the day we went to the food street, she was conflicted. She wanted me to come to her room, but she didn't want

me to, because she didn't want me to be the kind of person who would betray his girlfriend. I didn't expect I was so innocent, I didn't

disappoint ...

(3) To be with you is to have no regrets in this life. In the blink of an eye, the New Year was over. On the fifth day of

the first lunar month, Xiao Lang returned to his busy work after finishing his long holiday in his hometown. Because the Spring Festival is for relatives and visiting relatives

, apart from sending a few text messages to wish Jasmine a happy holiday, the phone calls with her had become cold. Although

it was only a week, I missed Jasmine a little. When I arrived in B city, I immediately

called her, but she said on the phone: Sorry, the number you dialed is not in service area, please call again later.

Maybe she went home for the New Year and there was no signal. The place where child marriage happened must be quite remote.

Since I couldn't reach her by phone, I sent her a text message. I told her that I had returned home and hoped that she would contact me. If

she came to B city, we could have a small gathering and have a meal to reconnect.

The Spring Festival had just ended, and work was not busy. Basically, the company's customer work had not yet been put on track,

and there were fewer outings for service. Every day, I sat in the office, familiarizing myself with the company's products, reviewing the team

's work plan, having meals and karaoke with colleagues, and giving gifts to the company's clients.

The days passed relatively uneventfully for over a week. One Friday afternoon around 5 pm, the phone rang with

the ringtone I'd specially set for Jasmine: "Summer Fruits." A little excited, I picked up the phone and said,

"My beautiful lady, it feels like you've been missing for almost half a century! How have you been? What have you been up to?" Jasmine

laughed on the other end: "That's an exaggeration, it's only been a little over two weeks. What half a century? That's an exaggeration.

In half a century, I'd be an old woman, no beauty to speak of." "Haven't you heard the saying, 'A day apart feels like three autumns

'? We haven't been in touch for 19 days. 3 x 19 is 51, right? Saying half a century is an understatement!

Don't you know my longing for you is like a surging river, endless and unending?" "Three autumns, my foot! I think you're really

going crazy ."

"Yeah, my nervousness is all because I miss my Jasmine. You have to take responsibility for me." "Responsible to you

? I'm not kidding. I just left home today and I'm at the train station in the county town. I'll arrive in

B city tonight. Will you come pick me up?" "Hehe, thank God, I have the chance to fawn over a beautiful woman. It's

Friday afternoon now, and if there aren't any sudden tasks this weekend, I'm free. Of course I can pick you up. Not only

can I pick you up, but I can also be completely yours for the next two days." "Go away, you're getting more and more

indecent. What kind of fawning does a girl need from you? Even if you offered me two days, I wouldn't accept it. I'm not going to argue with you anymore. I'm

getting on the train. Pick me up at the station at 8 pm. We can talk about other things when I get there."

With a beautiful woman to look forward to, I couldn't concentrate on work. I put down the documents in my hand, checked the time, and realized it was almost time to leave work

. So I went into my boss's office, discussed some work matters, borrowed the company car, and

then left work. The little wolf wanted to entertain Jasmine at his den, so he rushed home and tidied up quite a bit. As

a single guy, his little place is a bit messy, but I'm sure my fellow wolves can understand :)

After finishing, it was almost time, so he drove to the station. Waiting is always boring,

but finally , the station announcement came over the loudspeaker that the train from XX had arrived, and those picking up friends or family should be on their way. I

stood at the exit and looked inside, and a familiar figure appeared before me. The last time I saw Jasmine, she was wearing

a rather conservative dress, looking somewhat like a young married woman. This time, however, she was wearing tight

jeans that accentuated her slender legs and shapely bottom beautifully. She wore a tight sweater

over a long denim coat, and her long hair, which used to cover her neck, was now trimmed into a short, side-parted style. She exuded

youthful energy, and with her elegant gait, she swayed gracefully as she walked. Clearly, Jasmine

saw me too, walked straight towards me, and unceremoniously handed me her luggage. Then, without any

hesitation, she said, "Grandma's tired and hungry, take me to eat first." To be honest, I

hadn't eaten while tidying up that little place, and I was indeed hungry, so I took Jasmine to fill my stomach first.

I'd been acquainted with Jasmine online for over half a year, and we'd had some ambiguous contact last time,

so we were actually quite close. I'd gained her complete trust, and without much persuasion, she agreed to my

plan: to stay in B City for a few days and explore the surrounding area with me, with my base, of course, being my den.

Now that the plan was set, we needed to settle in, so I took Jasmine to my den.

(Here, I want to highlight my former den, because this was my

main battlefield for over three years. On the big bed in that den, I entangled with over a dozen women, and even had a few threesomes. It was

a one-bedroom apartment, over 40 square meters. Upon entering, there was a 15-square-meter living room with a corner sofa

against the wall to the right of the entrance. In front of the sofa was a solid wood coffee table, which also served as my dining

table.

On the wall opposite the sofa, there was a home theater system mounted on a low cabinet; to the right of the cabinet was a

door leading to my...) The 15-square-meter master bedroom/study (my primary battleground) has a 2-meter-wide

double bed facing a dressing table. A door next to the bedroom leads to a semi-enclosed balcony.

To the left of two double doors leading to the bathroom and kitchen, respectively. The bathroom has a frosted glass sliding door, which

faces a corner sofa against the bedroom wall, allowing a glimpse into the bathroom from inside. Because B

city isn't very developed, the rent was only a little over 700 yuan a month, less than 900 yuan including utilities

. I lived there for 3 years and 5 months.

When MM arrived at my little apartment, she looked around the whole place and asked, "There's only one room, why are you letting

me stay here? Don't get any ideas, we're friends!" I rolled my eyes, "You're just

being I didn't mean anything by it. I only let you stay here because you're a friend. As

a courtesy to a lady, you can stay in the bedroom, and I'll stay in the living room, okay?" "Okay, that's more like it." She then unceremoniously

took her luggage into the bedroom, closed the door, and made a lot of noise inside, sounding like she was unpacking.

Suddenly, she said to me, "XX, could you turn on the water heater for me? I've been traveling all day, I'm

filthy, I want to take a shower." I thought to myself, "You're really not being polite!" Following MM's instructions, I turned on

the water heater, leaned back on the sofa, turned on the TV, and idly flipped through channels, not even knowing what I was

thinking .

Back then, Little Wolf was definitely an innocent young man, and he never imagined that he would become

the old wolf he is today. MM has already entered the wolf's den, and apart from some psychological restlessness, he doesn't have many strange thoughts.

To be honest, back then, I only had one woman, my then-girlfriend (this girlfriend is related to the story of my sixth

MM, but I'll talk about that later). At that time, Little Wolf hadn't had sex for five months, and now

there was a pretty woman in his bedroom preparing to take a shower. I guess any man would feel a little itchy

. While Little Wolf was lost in thought, MM, wearing pajamas, walked past him and went into the bathroom. Little Wolf's

eyes paid attention to MM's figure, and his mind became even more active. Little Wolf's brother also gave MM

a gun salute. MM probably felt my attention but didn't notice my gun salute.

After entering the bathroom, she closed the frosted glass door and then the curtain behind it. Unconsciously, Little Wolf

shifted his body from the half of the sofa facing the TV to the half diagonally opposite the bathroom. His gaze kept drifting from the TV screen to

the frosted glass door, but the damned curtain completely obscured everything,

leaving only a blurry, distorted figure moving behind it. Even so, it couldn't stop Little Wolf's rich imagination from describing

the scene behind the curtain.

Soon, MM finished showering. As she came out of the bathroom, my gaze also involuntarily

shifted from the TV to the door. Her eyes met mine, and we both froze for a moment, the air seeming to freeze.

Quickly, I looked away, embarrassed, and MM lowered her head and hurried into the bedroom. The sounds of swishing and laughing came from the bedroom again

… Perhaps feeling guilty, Little Wolf's gun salute had unconsciously ended as well.

About half an hour later, Xiao Lang finished watching the evening sports news on CCTV. MM

came out of the bedroom, looking slightly shy. She was dressed neatly and walked up to Xiao Lang, asking, "Can you keep me company?"

"Shall I go for a drive?" Little Wolf, afraid that MM would be angry, readily agreed. So they got in the car and

drove around town. Along the way, he pointed here and there, introducing his experiences living in City B for the past few months to Jasmine,

a "City B resident,"

and the atmosphere between them returned to harmony. They drove around for over an hour.

Since they both wanted to conserve energy for sightseeing the next day, they ate something quick and then went back

to rest .

The next day, he drove Jasmine to two famous tourist attractions near City B;

the details of that trip are omitted. Two details illustrate this perfectly: 1. At the first scenic spot, because we were going uphill,

I wanted to hold Jasmine's hand and pull her up. She was a little hesitant, but halfway down, when we were coming down,

our hands were clasped tightly, and she didn't want to let go. Occasionally, when I let go,

she would complain a little. 2. In the afternoon, we went boating on a reservoir. It was a bit windy,

and Jasmine, wanting to show off her figure, wasn't wearing a coat. Worried she'd get cold, I took off my own windbreaker and draped it over her. She was

a little shy, but by the time we went to the riverbank to watch the sunset, I was holding her in my arms, and she didn't resist sharing the same

windbreaker .

Of course, even today, I can guarantee that at that time, I didn't

think about physical contact; it was just an ambiguous, touching feeling—more than friends, less than lovers. Emotionally,

we had crossed the line of friendship, but not yet reached the level of lovers. We were both enjoying

each other 's tenderness and consideration.

The day passed as their feelings deepened, and the city lights gradually

illuminated the night as the moon rose. Night always brings a sense of mystery, and many romantic tales unfold under its

cover . Looking back at the younger wolf's actions from Old Wolf's perspective today, it was the darkness that gave

the timid but determined young wolf strength, leaving Old Wolf with a poignant memory.

On the way back, Wolf and MM's relationship had crossed the line of friendship, and their conversations became more

unrestrained . Let me first tell you about MM's situation:

the surface of what MM dealt with during her last visit wasn't the whole story. This time, when she returned home for the New Year, MM didn't give a friendly look to her second sister, who had replaced her

as the village chief's daughter-in-law. The atmosphere was always slightly

awkward . After the second younger sister went to her in-laws' house, her parents seemed to have something to say, but they swallowed it back several times. After the

fifth day of the Lunar New Year, she was preparing to go back to work. Her straightforward fourth younger sister couldn't hold back any longer and snapped at her,

telling her the whole story: Dad and Mom, seeing that their daughter had finally succeeded in her studies,

didn't want her to return to this poor mountain village and become a village woman whose life was just about firewood and cooking. They wanted to break off the engagement with

the village chief's family. But the village chief's family had treated them well; they had even supported Jasmine's education. And during

the years Jasmine was away studying, what hadn't this "son-in-law" taken care of at home?

How could they explain this to them now? While the family was discussing this, their second daughter, who had just graduated from junior high school, absolutely

disagreed , saying that doing so was ungrateful. She said how good her brother-in-law was and how much he had helped them.

Now that her sister was away studying, she didn't want him anymore. Wasn't that being an ingrate? Her father said, "Then let

your sister go back to this poor mountain village to farm." While the family was arguing, her father got angry and

blurted out: "Aren't you ashamed? A young lady who hasn't even left home yet is praising a man like this! If you think your brother-in-law is so good,

then you should marry him! Don't hold your sister back!" Ironically, her father's words came true. Her second sister

went straight to her brother-in-law, which led to what happened next: her second sister was said to be even prettier than her, and the village chief's son

also had a good impression of her. Besides, she was a virgin, so naturally she could attract men. She smoothly left that

marriage , and her sister became her ex-husband's wife…

As she recounted this, Jasmine was sobbing uncontrollably in the passenger seat, repeatedly saying, "How could

our family be so poor? If we weren't so poor, this wouldn't have happened. How could I be so incompetent? I couldn't

help my family solve this problem. How could I be so cruel to my sister? She helped me, and I repaid kindness with enmity

…" She used up all the tissues in the car on the way, but couldn't stop crying. Little Wolf then spent some time trying to comfort

Jasmine. It was quite a struggle to get her to leave that remote mountain village behind. Although Jasmine had stopped crying,

she wasn't in the mood for a big meal. We just grabbed a quick bite at a small restaurant and headed back to

the Wolf's Den.

Perhaps because she'd played all day, or maybe because she'd cried all the way, Jasmine was exhausted. As soon as we got back,

she went straight to her bedroom, closed the door, and went to sleep. Little Wolf checked the time; it was only a little before 9 pm. He turned on the TV,

leaned back on the sofa, and started watching, bored. I don't know how much time passed before I fell asleep too. When I opened my eyes again,

Jasmine was sitting quietly on the sofa. Seeing me open my eyes, she laughed like a child: "You

looked so ugly when you were sleeping! What were you thinking about? You were drooling!" I straightened up and blurted out

without thinking , "Of course I was thinking about my Jasmine! They say beauty is food for the eyes, and now the delicious treat is

right here. I can look, but I can't eat. How can I not drool?" "You're being inappropriate again. I'm ignoring you. Go wash up and go to sleep."

She stood up and went into the bedroom. A little while later, she came out in her pajamas, holding her underwear, and

smiled at me: "You're so naughty! I just wanted you to have something to look at but nothing to eat. See what you're going to do about it!" She ignored me and

went into the bathroom, closing the door. I hadn't fully woken up from my sleep and ignored her laughter. I stood

up , stretched, yawned, and checked the time—it was already 2:30 AM. As my eyes swept across the bathroom

glass door, I noticed that Jasmine hadn't drawn the curtain behind it. My gaze was fixed on her; her figure reflected in

the glass was so alluring. Her hands traced the curves of her body, and the soft, gentle

sound of running water seemed like music perfectly complementing the beautiful scene. Unconsciously, my feet moved slowly,

inching towards the bathroom, my desire rising, my blood rushing to

my lower body , my body burning like fire…

I don't know how much time passed, but the sound of running water in the bathroom subsided. Before I knew it, I was on

the opposite side of the bathroom, leaning against the kitchen door, my eyes glued to the bathroom. Jasmine was in the bathroom.

Li started getting dressed, but I still didn't want to leave. Perhaps it was a mischievous impulse, or perhaps

my inner wolf was beginning to stir. I leaned against the kitchen door, a playful

smile on my face, waiting for Jasmine to come out. The door opened, and the bathroom light was so bright it was

almost blinding. Jasmine, who had been in the bathroom, probably already knew about my plans. She

bravely came out, looking up at me with a provocative gaze. At that

moment, I couldn't flinch. I met her gaze directly, my eyes undisguisedly

filled with admiration for her beautiful body and intense desire. "

What are you doing (or 'looking'? I didn't quite catch it)?" "Looking but not eating, of course I'm going to look at you inside and out, up and down, until I've had my fill. Even if I

can't satisfy my mouth, I can at least satisfy my eyes." I said, still teasingly.

"Have you seen enough?" She took two steps towards me, the distance between us less than half a meter. I couldn't

bear the oppressive feeling and mumbled, "I didn't see clearly." I tried to slip past her into the living room. Just

as I took a step, she grabbed my hand and whispered in my ear, "Want some?" I froze for a couple of seconds

, turning my head to look at her, my eyes filled with questioning and doubt: Is it okay? Perhaps my hesitation and concerns

hurt her pride, because she tried to move away from me. In a flash, before she could even take a step in

front of , I pulled her into my arms from behind, buried my nose in her hair,

took a deep breath, and wrapped my hands around her smooth belly from under her arms. My swollen penis pressed

against her playfully upturned buttocks.

Jasmine seemed startled, pausing noticeably before wriggling and murmuring,

"No, don't do that, I was just teasing you." In the dead of night, a wolf won't let go of its prey once it's in

its arms . I ignored the weak protests of the shy girl in my arms, my hands

roaming over her body, whispering, "Don't be afraid, let me hold you, hold you tightly."

Gradually, she stopped protesting, placing her hands in mine, trying to stop me from my

next move. But she could only feel the sweat on my hands from nervousness, powerless to stop me

from moving over her body through her pajamas. In a daze, I seemed to hear her softly murmur: Kiss me, kiss

me!

So I freed my head from her hair, lowered it, and gently kissed her neck,

from the back of her neck all the way to her ear. When I reached her ear, I could clearly feel her struggling again. Back

then, I didn't understand female erogenous zones, so I just mischievously nibbled at her earlobe with my lips, then gently

released it, repeating this several times. Her voice was now saying: "No, no, it tickles, it tickles." While kissing her

, my hands weren't idle either. Without any instruction, I had already roamed over her upper body,

discovering she wasn't wearing a bra. Through her nightgown, I thoroughly felt the softness and elasticity unique to women.

Her hands were already powerless to stop my clutches. With

the force , her grip on my hands tightened and loosened, less to resist me and more to cooperate and guide me.

MM's writhing body caused her pert buttocks to rub against and tease my little brother. My little wolf's

treasure had already bulged out of my underwear, intimately touching my thermal underwear, and was protesting vehemently, hoping

I would release it soon. My little brother was uncomfortable from MM's buttocks pressing against him, so I turned MM around. She tilted her head back,

seemingly not understanding why I had stopped, her eyes revealing a hint of hazy allure. I carefully

cupped MM's face, looked at her intently, and then pressed my lips to her forehead, then slowly explored

downwards until I kissed her lips.

I don't know who said it, but all love begins with a sincere, passionate kiss. The moment I

kissed her lips, time seemed to freeze with our sincerity. The world seemed to stand still at that moment,

and the earth seemed to revolve around this couple. I cupped MM's face, and her hands wrapped around my neck,

trying to lock me in tightly, as if she never wanted to let go. Both of them closed their eyes tightly, using only their lips to

feel each other's presence, their tongues intertwining, the sensation indescribable.

After a long while, their lips parted. They gazed at each other, each trying to find something in the other's eyes. Suddenly,

I, the little wolf, half-squatted down, picked her up, and carried her to the sofa. I gently placed her on it, then

leaned down, pressing her beneath me. My lips moved towards her neck, while my hands unceremoniously slipped

inside her pajamas, beginning a new round of groping. Because I was afraid of hurting her, I

used one hand to support my weight, and I could only

caress . I could properly feel her smooth, silky skin, savor

her full, firm breasts, and enjoy her barely audible moans. To be honest, looking back now,

I realize how inexperienced I was back then. We lingered on the sofa for a long time without getting to the actual "battle."

After several rounds of switching hands, my girlfriend's open-fronted nightgown was already pulled open, and she was dazed,

her eyes enjoying the caresses of my hands. Seeing her enjoying herself so much, I felt a little resentful and

wanted to quickly free myself from the constraints of my clothes. Just then, she opened her eyes and said, "No, not here,

let's go inside." Hearing this, I stopped, picked her up, and carried her into the bedroom, gently

placing her on my bed. I started taking off my clothes. I think every

wolf hates the dreaded winter when undressing—after taking off the coat,

there's the shirt, then the thermal underwear, and pants, one after another, seemingly endless. When I was completely naked, I saw that

my girlfriend was already wrapped in the blankets. I pulled back the covers and saw Jasmine wearing a half-open

nightgown, shyly turning her back to me, not daring to look. The curves of her back, partially concealed by the nightgown, exuded a

fatal allure. I buried myself under the covers and gently embraced her from behind, saying, "Baby,

I want you!" She lowered her head even further, so I began to remove her nightgown. Jasmine

cooperated perfectly, moving her soft body in rhythm with my movements. The whole process was gentle and moving, except...

Two hearts pounded wildly, not a sound escaping their lips. As I tried to throw her pajamas off the covers,

she grabbed them, placing them under her hips. I laid the shy MM on her back on the large bed and

pressed myself against her, naturally followed by kisses and caresses. For the first time, I pressed my lips to her

breasts. She had given birth, so her breasts weren't particularly elastic, but they were large, and her nipples

stood proudly erect from the excitement of being caressed by a stranger. As my lips moved from the outer edge towards

the areola and nipple, I could feel her body

tensing up. When I took her entire nipple and areola into my mouth, she groaned softly

and relaxed. While my mouth roamed over her large breasts, my right hand,

guided by her small hand, moved to her inverted triangle area. I could feel the sparse pubic hair growing on her

mons pubis, and below that lay the most mysterious part of a woman's body, the most coveted place for a man. My hand caressed her

vulva, back and forth, inching closer to her most sensitive clitoris. Meanwhile, Jasmine's slender

hands traced across my back, from my waist to my penis, gently

tracing its size, her expression a mixture of surprise and fear.

My penis had already explored her breasts, moving downwards to her navel, where I ran

my tongue through it. Her body tensed again, her hands on my penis,

saying, "Give it to me, give it to me, come on." At this point, I didn't hesitate, adjusting my position,

ready to thrust, but unable to find the entrance. Jasmine's small hand appeared at the perfect moment, guiding my penis into her

secret place.

Because our intimacy had been going on for a while, MM's vagina was already thoroughly lubricated by her secretions

. Although her vagina felt a little tight, it didn't hinder my penis from slowly entering her body.

As I thrust in, MM's expression became noticeably tense, and she murmured, "Slower, slower, so big,

so big..." I wasn't one to be ruthless, so I followed MM's request, slowly, slowly burying

my penis completely inside her vagina, and then gently

withdrawing it from her warm and moist honeypot.

With each gentle thrust and withdrawal, I had the opportunity to fully experience

the pressure and friction from MM's vaginal opening. During each thrust, MM's vaginal walls

tightly enveloped my penis, leaving no space whatsoever. As I slowly thrust my hips, making

piston-like movements with my penis inside her, my hands and mouth didn't stop either. My left elbow supported

my weight, while my palm caressed her hair, and my right hand grasped her breast, sometimes tightening, sometimes loosening, in

rhythm with my lower body. My head would occasionally lower to kiss her forehead, her eyes, and

touch her neck. The feeling in my heart was incredibly sweet, afraid that I would be too rough and damage this

woman who looked like a beautiful jade.

In this slow-paced sex, she gradually adapted to my size. Her hands moved from behind my neck

to my back, then to my waist, teasing my ticklish spots. Finally, she grasped my

buttocks and began to control my speed with force. I understood her intentions and slowly

began to increase the pace. MM's moans slowly transformed from faint, indistinct "mmm, ah, ha, oh

" sounds into, "Faster, faster, it feels so good, faster, faster, baby, faster."

Hearing MM's enchanting words, I also put my mouth to MM's ear and whispered sweet nothings, "Baby,

you're so beautiful, MM, you really fascinate me, darling, I want to melt into your body..."

Before making love with MM, Little Wolf hadn't had sex for over five months; we'd been holding back for too long and

become much more sensitive. After about 100 thrusts at a faster pace, I felt a strange sensation below.

I whispered in her ear, "Baby, I'm almost there, it feels so good, I'm really almost there."

As I spoke I increased the speed of my movements. She cooperated by opening her thighs wider, making my movements

smoother. At the same time, she tried to lift her head and kiss my chest, finally pressing her lips to my nipple. My

nipple is extremely sensitive, and after she kissed it, she mischievously teased it with her tongue.

The feeling was so intense that I increased my already rapid thrusting speed even further. In less than 20

strokes, it felt like an electric current traveling from the glans along the penis into my body. Then, the perineum behind my scrotum and in front of

my anus began to contract. Just as I was about to pull out, MM's hands stopped me,

and she moaned, "Don't go, don't go, I won't let you go." I then thrust my penis, which I was about to pull out

, back MM's body. "Ah..." With a low growl, my penis began to rhythmically expand and contract.

The thousands of sperm that had been accumulating power inside me for almost half a year finally surged out, and I was experiencing

the pleasure .

MM groaned, "Don't stop, more..." I perked up again, my throbbing

penis , and began piston-like movements again. Unexpectedly, the throbbing penis combined with the back-and-forth motion made the sensation even more intense, and the pleasure of ejaculation was amplified several times over. I used all my strength, thrusting deep

into MM's honeypot .

After about ten thrusts, my penis throbbed a dozen times, when suddenly it felt like a small hand was

gripping it tightly, and a sharp pain shot through my shoulder. The two small hands on my buttocks noticeably tightened their grip.

The girl beneath me tensed her body, her legs pressed together, and my poor little brother was squeezed

out , as if in protest, spitting out two more mouthfuls. Could this be the legendary female orgasm? (

I've had sex with my girlfriend quite a few times, but I've never

seen her react like this before—I'm ashamed.)

After my little brother calmed down, I rolled off Jasmine and lay on my side to her

left.

My right hand went down her neck and gently grasped her right breast, teasing her nipple. My left hand kept

stroking up and down her navel, and occasionally lightly brushed across her pubic area, caressing

the smoothest and most sensitive skin on the inside of her thighs, while my left leg was crossed over hers. In the bed, two naked...

The naked flesh and worms remained intertwined, with only the increasingly soft breathing of MM and the gradually calming heartbeat of myself

making any other noise. After a few minutes of silence, MM's breathing returned to normal,

the blush on her face began to fade, and MM's soul returned to her body from the clouds. Slowly opening her bright

eyes, we looked at each other again. I gazed at her tenderly, hoping she would praise me

for giving her such wonderful sex. Unexpectedly, MM spat a few times, then pushed me away from her,

saying, "I haven't showered, I'm filthy, my mouth is still salty." I was immediately

amused by MM's cute expression: "Who told you to be so lewd, kissing my grandma and biting me." MM retorted without backing down

, "Who's lewd? Who's lewd? I said you can only look, not eat. You kissed me first, and then kissed my…

" As she spoke, MM shyly covered her face with her hands. Seeing the shy girl,

I couldn't help kiss her forehead tenderly, stroking her back to help her calm down.

Then I turned her around, pressing her ear close to my chest, and hummed, "A

heart that loves you, always turning for you." Then I whispered sweet nothings in her ear, and slowly

, her mood improved, and we started exchanging intimate whispers.

"Baby, your little hole is so tight, I can barely fit it in," I said, savoring

the feeling of penetration.

"I haven't done it for over a year, and your thing is so big, it's going to tear me apart down there."

"It's a good thing you put your pajamas under your bottom, otherwise you'd have soaked the sheets with all that juice,

how could I sleep?"

"I've been married to him for five years, and I've never been this wet before. I was going to use the pajamas for you to ejaculate in."

"Oh, right! I just took my little brother out and ejaculated outside, why didn't you let me?"

"The feeling was so intense then, it was jumping up and down inside, and you were thrusting,

I didn't want it to come out, and then after a few thrusts it felt like you were electrocuting me, almost killing me."

"Was it good? My darling. I've never seen a woman act like this before."

The woman nodded shyly, then said, "I don't believe you. I've been with him for three or four years, and

I've never felt like this before."

"Haha, looks like my skills are pretty good."

"By the way, let me ask you, have you been with many women? You're so good at teasing me, you got me all wet

but didn't want to come in."

"No, I've only had one woman, my girlfriend, and that's less than a year of experience. It's just that you're so

cute , I couldn't help but want to touch you from head to toe, kiss you from head to toe."

"Really? Am I that good?"

"Of course, not only is your skin so good, but your curves are so perfect, your breasts so full,

your butt so high and perky, yet your waist is so slender, how could anyone not be attracted?"

"You're so good with words, he's never complimented me like that."

"He doesn't appreciate it, what a waste."

"No, before I had children, I was very thin, skin and bones, and this was small too.

After , this got bigger, and I gained weight all over. Every time, he would just pull me onto the bed, take off my clothes, and

barge in."

"Ah? Isn't that uncomfortable? There's no lubrication at all."

"At first, it was a bit... I felt his was quite big, it made me feel hot and painful. Just as

I got used to it and started to feel something, he was already finished."

"That's tough. What happened after that?"

"I got pregnant, and he wouldn't touch me anymore. After giving birth, we never did it again. I basically didn't feel anything anymore; he

was too small."

"Haha, looks like I'm quite well-endowed."

"I know you're smug, I'm not talking to you anymore."

"Okay, let's not talk about that anymore, okay? Oh, right, after I ejaculated inside you, should I

give you a birth control pill? What if you get pregnant? A baby stored for over six months, the chances of conception are definitely high."

"Don't worry, I had an IUD after giving birth."

"That's good. Okay, let's rest a bit, my little brother is full of energy again soon. Let's change positions and do it again

."

"You bad boy, what time is it? You still want more? Aren't you taking me to XX tomorrow?"

"XXX is nowhere near as attractive as my little Jasmine. It's too late now, and we won't be able to get

up tomorrow anyway. Let's go this afternoon and give me another chance."

"Then you need to take a shower. You're dirty and stinky."

"Yes, ma'am."

With that, I jumped out of bed and headed for the bathroom. Just as I reached the bedroom door, an extremely

tempting I turned back to the bed, lifted the covers, and before MM could react, I picked her up and

carried her to the bathroom. MM was stunned for a moment, then realized my plan. Her little pink fists rained down on

the little wolf , and her silver teeth bit my arm. These protests did not stop the little wolf's actions. Carrying the petite

MM, I quickly arrived at the still brightly lit bathroom. MM was still making meaningless

protests: "No, I don't want to."

In the bathroom, the brightness and temperature of the heater and the light were no less than the warm winter sun, shining on

our two naked bodies, making them almost dazzlingly white. MM gradually fell silent, burying her head in my chest,

as if trying to hide herself in embarrassment. My eyes scanned her from head to toe, and I thought to myself: She's truly a

masterpiece bestowed upon me by heaven; I must savor her to my heart's content. I put MM down, letting her sit on the toilet, and turned to

close the bathroom door. Then I knelt down in front of MM, looked up at her, and said, "Baby, I

want to see you clearly, I want you to experience life with me, don't be shy..." I don't

know how many sweet nothings I uttered, but MM finally said, "Okay, let's start showering

. Being naked, you might catch a cold."

"To die under the jasmine flower, even as a ghost, is still romantic." This remark amused MM, and she opened up,

boldly standing up in front of me. My face was directly facing MM's mysterious triangle; I could clearly

see the alluring scenery of her lower body. Sparse pubic hair neatly formed an inverted triangle on her mons pubis, because just now...

The sensual battle raged on; her vulva, engorged with blood, became even more lustrous, the labia majora gleaming mysteriously under the light,

already coated with a thin protective layer of her own fluids. At the base of her thighs,

a drop of presumably the semen that had flowed from her body.

Lost in the moment, she turned on the showerhead, drenching him completely,

protesting, "Don't look! Take a shower!" He quickly stood up, grabbed her hands, and guided her to

swirl the showerhead over them until they were completely soaked. He then held her hands, kissed her, and

said, "Baby, I'm so happy." She lowered her head and said, "Me too, I love you." Then she turned away,

grabbed some shower gel, and began applying it to him. He, of course, wouldn't miss the chance to touch her with his hands, also applying some

shower gel to her body.

MM's skin was already quite nice, and with the added lubrication of the shower gel, Little Wolf's hands thoroughly enjoyed the

moisturizing sensation. After we both lathered ourselves with shower gel, my little brother had

recovered from the violent vomiting.

MM was focused on washing my chest, unaware that my "cannon" had once again stood proudly erect

. I stopped what I was doing on MM, grabbed her hands, and guided them downwards to my

swollen member. MM, her hands covered in shower gel foam, grasped my penis, creating another

sensation. MM seemed surprised that I had recovered my strength so quickly, momentarily grabbing my penis, unsure of

what to do next. I pulled MM closer to me with my left hand, and with my right, I explored her vulva, my

five fingers teasing her engorged labia. My lips pressed against MM's, my tongue forcing open her

tightly closed teeth, searching for her fragrant tongue that she was trying to avoid. Another long, almost suffocating kiss ensued.

MM closed her eyes, savoring the sensations I was giving her. Her small hands gently grasped my penis and stroked it, making

my already aroused member even more throbbing. After the kiss, MM whispered, "Let's go wash up, let's go back."

I was burning with desire, how could I let her have her way? My left hand traced the curve of MM's back, across her pert buttocks, and

gently slid into the cleft of her buttocks. My right hand withdrew from MM's private area, grasping her full breasts and

occasionally pinching her nipples with my fingers. MM was clearly aroused by me, gripping my penis

tighter, but then nervously stopped moving, helplessly letting me take what I wanted. My penis was already painfully erect

, and while MM wasn't paying attention, I had her turn around, bend over slightly, and completely

expose her vagina. Holding my penis, I half-squatted down, aimed at MM's opening, and with a slight thrust of my hips, lubricated by

the shower gel, semen, and MM's vaginal fluid, my penis once again smoothly slid into her fairy cave.

Because we had already fought once, MM's hole was obviously used to my penis, and there was no

tension like the first time it went in. My penis slid in smoothly all the way. MM let out a

satisfied moan: "Ah." My hands slid from MM's shapely buttocks, over her slender waist, to MM's large breasts.

MM's small hands wanted to grab my buttocks, wanting to take control of the battle, but the slippery shower gel prevented her from doing so.

MM's small hands slid over my buttocks again and again, more like cheering me on. I slowly

came back to my senses from the pleasure of my penis being enveloped by MM's honey pot, and began the thrusting motion. At first,

I worried that MM wouldn't be able to handle it, so I only used gentle, slow thrusts, going in and out shallowly. Later, I realized that because the lubrication was so

sufficient, the friction wasn't intense at all, so I gradually changed my strategy, going in and out wildly, each thrust going

all the way in. MM was clearly enjoying my new approach. The moans from her nose gradually increased, her head began

to tilt back, arching her back and trying to stick her buttocks out as much as possible to facilitate the entry and exit of my cannon. I looked down and admired

the sight of my big guy going in and out of MM's honey hole, hearing the "

sizzling 's honey, the "thumping" sound of my lower abdomen hitting MM's buttocks, the "humming" sounds from MM's nose, and

the lewd symphony composed of my heavy breathing.

What's the difference between men and women? In the past, my answer to this question was always a standard, textbook

answer, but at this moment, I found another answer: Men get stronger with each battle, while women

get weaker with each fight. Before I'd even finished two hundred thrusts and gotten into the mood, Jasmine's body

started , and her honeypot seemed to be telling my big thing to leave, letting out a low

growl—she'd orgasmed. Watching a woman's orgasm under bright lights is a unique pleasure;

the intricacies I hope you, dear readers, will have the opportunity to experience for yourselves, so I won't elaborate here.

Jasmine, recovering from her orgasm, immediately uttered a funny phrase: "Sorry,

I didn't let you…" I couldn't wait for her to finish, so I stopped her with my lips and

said tenderly, "Silly baby, your happiness is my happiness. Why are you saying that? Seeing you reach your peak

makes me so happy, you know?" "Mmm, thank you," she said, giving me

a loud kiss. Next, we cleaned each other up, finally

finishing our business in the bathroom. Turning off the light, Ignoring her protests, I grabbed a towel, wrapped it around her body, and

carried her back to the bedroom.

Back in bed, MM became even more unrestrained, her previous shyness completely gone, and she actively

began to entangle with Xiao Lang. After thorough preparation, Xiao Lang had MM lie face down on the bed, her buttocks raised, allowing him to enter her from

behind . Unexpectedly, this position, while effectively stimulating Xiao Lang, seemed to provide

even more intense stimulation to MM. After less than 100 thrusts, MM reached orgasm again, expelling my penis from her

vagina once more. The feeling of being expelled twice before being fully satisfied wasn't pleasant.

While surprised by MM's sensitivity, Xiao Lang thought about how to make both of them more satisfied.

After MM recovered from her orgasm, she whispered in Xiao Lang's ear, "So happy, thank you." Of course,

Xiao Lang wanted to seize the opportunity before the passion subsided for another round of battle, so he had MM roll over,

spreading her legs as wide as possible, and then inserted his large penis into her vagina again. He then had MM hook her legs around his

buttocks body once more. Changing positions, MM was no longer so sensitive, and Xiao Lang...

I thrust nearly 300 times, and that familiar, captivating feeling surged through my body again. Just

then, MM's body began to twitch abnormally again. I knew she was about to reach her climax. I increased the force of

my thrusts , and sure enough, in less than 10 thrusts, my penis felt like it was being gripped tightly by something again.

I quickly used all my strength to push my penis deep into MM's body. MM's twisting movements could no

longer expel my penis from her body. Instead, her legs helped me push my penis even harder.

Finally, the cannon had a chance to calmly feel the massage of MM's flesh during her orgasm. After a few seconds,

MM's vagina gradually relaxed, and her body relaxed as well. I started thrusting again. MM

protested, "Slower, slower, it's so numb, still numb, it's too intense." The little wolf's peak was also approaching.

Ignoring MM's gentle, more seductive protests, I increased the force and frequency of my thrusts. After forty

or fifty , my ejaculation finally subsided, and I released my second batch of semen into her body.

I held MM and quietly enjoyed the feeling of orgasm, my hands wandering aimlessly over her body.

Unconsciously , we both drifted into a deep sleep.

When I woke up from my sweet sleep, the bedroom was filled with golden light. Sunlight

shone giving the room a warm feeling. Coming back to my senses, I realized that MM was gone. I quickly got up and

looked at the clock on the wall; it was already past 1 p.m. To be honest, since graduating, I've been diligent at work,

and my lifestyle has improved a lot compared to when I was in college, spending all night playing games

. It's been a long time since I've missed breakfast or lunch like this. I quickly wrapped the towel I used to wrap my girlfriend yesterday around myself and left the bedroom, intending to go to the bathroom to freshen up. When I got to

the living room, my girlfriend was already dressed and leaning against the sofa watching a silent TV show. Apparently, she's very considerate; she turned the TV muted so as not to disturb me. "Good morning, baby," I greeted her with my usual first greeting. "The sun's already baked that pig's butt, and you're still saying good morning?" I muttered sheepishly , changing the subject, and then quickly washed up and got ready. After getting dressed, I went to my girlfriend and said, "Let's go to xxx." She looked at me with some surprise, then jumped up happily and kissed me: "I thought you forgot. I'm so glad you didn't break your promise." She then took my hand, turned off the TV, and went out the door. 　　If yesterday Jasmine and I were slowly crossing the line from friendship, today we're already a loving couple. Several hours passed in a sickeningly sweet, almost cloying, atmosphere. The scenery along the way barely registered in our minds; our eyes were mostly on each other, gently gazing at one another. After visiting [ location name], it was already past 5 PM when we drove back. I'd only had a quick lunch in a rush, and my stomach was already rumbling. I was thinking about where to take Jasmine out for a nice meal, to reward her for her allure the night before and to prepare her for today's more intense adventure. Then my phone rang. It was my boss calling. 　　5. From then on, when I answered the phone, it was the director's voice on the other end: "Xiao X, where are you?" 　　"Director, I'm on my way back to B City for dinner with a friend. Where are you? I'll pick you up and we can have dinner together ." 　　"There will be plenty of time for dinner. I have something urgent for you to do today. A machine has broken down. Take your team and go there immediately to handle it." 　　"Director, can't we go first thing tomorrow morning? I'm with my friend right now." 　　"No!" the director said firmly. "XX company is a client we worked hard to win over. Their next procurement list is incredibly large. We can't lose the opportunity to win the order because of poor service. 　　You must go there immediately, and you must handle this matter well. Otherwise, neither of us can explain it to headquarters." 　　"Director, I'm afraid I don't have enough experience and won't be able to handle it well," I tried to find an excuse to decline. 　　"It's okay, you can go there tonight. If there are any problems, just call me anytime, and I'll tell you what to do. If it really doesn't work, I'll come over first thing tomorrow morning." 　　I was a little resentful. I had to go right away, and you were only going tomorrow morning? That was so unfair! But I couldn't say it out loud, so I looked at Jasmine sitting in the passenger seat. She had obviously heard my conversation with the director, and her expression and gestures indicated that I should agree to the director's request. So I said, "Okay, director, I'll be home soon. I'll get my work clothes ready, notify the technicians in my group, and then we'll meet at the company to collect the tools and parts and head to xx." 　　"Young man, that's right. You can spend all your time with your friend. Once you've handled this, I'll give you the day off so you can spend all your time with him." 　　Hearing the director's promise, I happily said, "Thank you, director, thank you, director. I'll be there soon. Please tell the warehouse to wait for us." 　　"Okay, that's settled. I'll call the warehouse right away." I hung up the phone after saying that. 　　"I'm sorry, honey, I have to go on a business trip soon. I can't spend any more time with you today," I said apologetically to Jasmine. 　　"It's okay, I know your work is important. Go ahead, I'll wait for you at home." 　　Where can you find such an understanding girl? I immediately said excitedly, "Great! After this business trip, my supervisor gave me two days off, so I can properly satisfy you." 　　"Get lost, you're so unserious! Who needs you to satisfy me?" The girl shyly protested with her weak fists. I 　　didn't actually mean anything by "that." I originally wanted to say something about satisfying her desire to fully understand B City , but seeing the girl's expression, how could I not understand? A wave of tenderness and affection naturally welled up in my heart. Soon, I quickly ate something to eat, returned to my little wolf den, took out the spare key and gave it to the girl, then took out 200 yuan for spending money, grabbed my work clothes, and rushed to the company. At the company, I naturally made some preparations, took my two technicians, got in the car, and headed to the XX construction site. 　　After a bumpy two-hour journey, we arrived at the construction site and learned that it was a residential building construction site . Concrete pouring was scheduled to begin tomorrow, after the Chinese New Year. The project manager wanted to hold a ceremony; invitations had already been sent to the homeowners and local officials, hoping they would attend the ribbon-cutting ceremony. In the afternoon, while testing the company's machinery, they...

The operator, overconfident and disregarding operating procedures, eventually blocked our pump supervisor.

Because this was a recently purchased machine, the manager made a serious call to headquarters to complain about

its quality. Headquarters pressured the sales department, the sales department pressured the manager, and the manager pressured me. I had no choice but to come with a technician

to handle the situation. After understanding the source of the malfunction, fixing it wasn't difficult, but since it wasn't our responsibility, I

couldn't decide how to proceed. So I called the manager to let him decide. After understanding the situation, the manager

spoke with their manager and still assigned me to fix it that night. Looking at the time, it was already 11 pm

. I took my technician and the customer's operator to the machine and started

working .

Their manager was quite helpful, even assigning a few laborers to assist us. After three or four hours of hard work,

we finally fixed the malfunction. After finishing this, I wanted to rush back to reunite with MM that very night, but the technician

said he was too tired and didn't want to leave. The client's representative also wanted us to stay, promising

to let us go back only after the ceremony was successfully completed the next day. They even offered us generous compensation, which made my two

subordinates' eyes light up. I felt bad about disappointing my subordinates, so I sent a

message to the director and MM respectively, informing them of the situation, and checked into the hotel arranged by the client.

The next morning, they woke me up early. I checked my phone; the director had replied agreeing to the client's request, and

MM also expressed her understanding, so I didn't think much of it.

The ceremony was lively and grand. I stood beside the roaring machines, instructing the operators while

detachedly observing everyone else walking the runway. It lasted from 9 a.m. until 4 p.m., when

some bureau chief announced its successful conclusion. I quickly left the still-idling machinery, changed out of my dusty and oil-stained

work clothes, and stood by the vehicle door, eagerly picking up my phone to call MM. I took out my phone and was

shocked to see five missed calls and over a dozen text messages. Looking at the missed calls, it was MM's number. My heart

was filled with sweet memories of MM's longing for me, and I started reading the messages, but my heart sank deeper and deeper into despair.

Love, I'm leaving. I wanted to hear your voice one last time before I left, but that became a distant dream.

Why answer my calls? I miss you so much.

My love, at this moment of parting, I want to tell you that I love you so much. You are the first

man I've ever loved, and you will be the last. My previous marriage was an experience born of my ignorance of love; it doesn't count. Our future

relationship has become a utilitarian exchange; there will be no more true feelings.

My love, do you know? Before coming to see you, I had already agreed to be my boss's mistress. I had no

other choice. Besides this fairly pretty body, I couldn't think of any other way to

save my family from poverty. I didn't want my sister and brother to suffer like me, having to use their bodies to gain a man's pity and earn

a meager living.

My love, I wanted to wait for you to come back here, but that old man couldn't wait any longer. He

actually drove across several provinces to B city to pick me up. I have to go. I cried when I left; I was so sad and heartbroken.

I'm sorry I couldn't keep my promise. After you came back, he called again to urge me. I was packing

my things, reminiscing about our sweet two days together, and tears welled up again.

I left the key on your refrigerator; please keep it safe when you come back. I'm going out now. Goodbye.

While waiting for that man's car, all I could think about was you. My man, I wish I wasn't so poor, and

you weren't so destitute either. Reality has to separate us. I'll soon be someone's mistress.

When you miss me, kiss me again, and then forget me as soon as possible.

I saw his car. Thank you for giving me the sweetest memories. After spending two days with you, I have no

regrets! I really have to go. I'm going to throw away my SIM card so you can't find me anymore, otherwise I'm afraid I won't be able to resist

your temptation.

Kiss you, and while you're at it, take the chance to apologize to your girlfriend for stealing you from her for two days.

Goodbye .

My love, this is the last kiss.

Farewell, kiss, that's not enough. I stared at the text message, somewhat dazed. I held onto a sliver of hope: MM is just

playing a joke . I picked up the phone and dialed MM's number back, but a mobile operator's voice came through: "Sorry,

the number you dialed is currently unavailable." While I was still in a daze, the foreman of the construction site quietly handed me

an envelope and said, "Thank you." Before I could even process what was happening, he walked away. Two technicians quickly

approached me, smiling, "Boss, see how much." I wasn't in the mood for their kind of treatment. I

handed them the envelope, got into the car, leaned back in my seat, and took deep breaths to calm myself, trying to hold

back the tears. Before long, they got in the car too. Sensing something was off about me,

they didn't move to the back seat where I was sitting. One drove, and the other, sitting in the passenger seat, looked back at me. After

a while , he asked tentatively, "Boss, there's two thousand yuan. What do you want to do with it?" I

said listlessly, "Alright, stop hiding. You two split it. The company won't know

." "How can that be? It's for you, boss," the other said.

Thinking about how I'd lost a woman forever because of that two thousand yuan, I said angrily, "

Stop being so wishy-washy. I said it's fine. Don't bring it up again. Let's go home."

The car sped along the road. I, dejected, and the two excited mechanics were completely immersed in contrasting emotions

. The sky outside gradually darkened, and I drifted off to sleep.

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