[The Lewd Dance Troupe] [Chapter Seven]

Some time has passed since the incident, and work continues as normal. During this period,

I've also participated in some performances with the troupe, and Wang Dong and I have become increasingly compatible. In this not-too-long, not-too-short adjustment period,

I discovered that Wang Dong is a stubborn yet resilient girl, and somewhat introverted, unlike some

girls who are fashionable, outgoing, lively, and prone to exaggeration and restlessness. She's a very honest girl, and for my age

, she's very sensible. During daily rehearsals, I've observed Wang Dong more than once.

Her sweet, round face has two charming dimples when she smiles. Her large eyes

always blink with a hint of curiosity when she looks at others. Her nose is round and slightly high-bridged, and her small mouth

always puffs out when she speaks. Her figure isn't particularly outstanding, but her breasts possess a captivating charm—

firm and full—that, hidden beneath her clothing, exudes a mysterious allure, inviting exploration. Her slender waist perfectly

complemented her graceful hips and legs. While her legs weren't as long as Gao Jinghui's or Aunt Li's, they were athletic

, with well-defined, slightly thick muscles. Her buttocks were firm, round, and perky. Combined with her

fair and delicate, baby-like skin, she was irresistibly alluring.

Wang Dong was also very close to me, always speaking to me playfully, calling me "Brother Yu." When

discussing work, she was sometimes very humble, and would often offer me drinks or snacks. A

few times, I tentatively asked her what kind of boyfriend she was looking for. She always seemed

shy , lowering her head and remaining silent. Sometimes she would just give me the names of male movie stars, or say that he shouldn't be worse than Brother Yu.

Working together, I felt very happy and content.

Everyone in the troupe thought that we, as partners who had already developed a tacit understanding, would become lovers, but we didn't, not even

half a month ago. I started a relationship with Dong Dejuan, the makeup artist in our troupe. This sudden turn of events

shocked and surprised everyone. Everyone talked about us during their free time at the dance troupe…

About two weeks ago, one evening, after our troupe's performance, my colleagues tidied up and rested before heading home. I

was no exception, preparing to go home. Reaching the office entrance, I reached into my pocket—I'd forgotten my car keys! (My parents

, feeling sorry for me taking the bus to work, spent 140,000 yuan of their savings to buy me a new silver-gray 1.4 Volkswagen Sagitar.)

Reluctantly, I went back upstairs to my office to get the keys. Just as I reached the 7th-floor corridor, I noticed

someone , searching for something.

I only realized it was makeup artist Dong Dejuan when I got a short distance away. (Dong Dejuan is the head of our

makeup artist team. She's two years younger than me, so she's considered one of the younger members of the group. She's about 166cm tall, with fair skin,

a well-proportioned figure, and stylish short hair. She has single eyelids, small but bright eyes, a round nose with a low

bridge, a medium-sized mouth with thin lips, and a small mole the size of a millet grain on the lower part of her chin. I've never seen her wear a skirt before;

she usually wears Korean-style trendy clothes and casual wear. She's not very talkative.) I practically crawled on the ground, groping around for her

. I bent down: "Dong'er, what are you looking for?" Dong Dejuan looked up, her eyes slightly narrowed: "Oh. Brother Yu!

My contact lens fell out. I was in a rush after work, and while I was walking, I was putting the lens back in its case, and I accidentally dropped it."

I bent down and looked at her: "Ah, well, don't bother looking anymore, Brother Yu will bring you a new one, let's go. It's almost 9 o'clock,

how can we find it in this dark?" As I spoke, I reached out and pulled her, brushing the dust off her knees and pants. Dong Dejuan was a little

embarrassed: "No need, I'll buy one myself tomorrow. Thank you, Brother Yu." I brushed her off as I said:

"Hey! Don't be so polite, we're all family here. You always do Brother Yu's makeup yourself, I should thank you

." Dong: "I can't accept that.

" "It seems she's somewhat accepting.

We drove to a large optical shop in the city, which is open 24 hours a day. After carefully selecting for a long time, 3

"188 yuan, high-precision Polymacon material," Dong Dejuan was as happy as a child.

She excitedly grabbed my arm and shook it, exclaiming, "Isn't it too expensive?" The salesperson replied, "This is a new model, and the material

is excellent. Sir, if your girlfriend likes it, you can give it to her..." I listened to the introduction. Dong: "No, little one,

you misunderstood." Before she could finish, I said, "This is it. Write the receipt. Swipe my card."

Afterwards, to express her gratitude, Dong Dejuan treated me to a late-night snack, and we chatted for a while. I took her home. It turned out she

lived in a rented apartment in a complex 7 kilometers away from mine. It was a small, compact room, but

very tidy. She invited me in, and being a little tired, I didn't stand on ceremony. Dong Dejuan warmly welcomed me.

We chatted casually, and I found Dong Dejuan to be a nice person. Before I knew it, we were talking about dating and marriage, and

I found her insights very practical. Later, she revealed her feelings to me; she wanted to pursue me and be my girlfriend. I was quite

surprised. But I believed Aunt Li's words: "Find someone who loves you, and she'll cherish you for a lifetime." Impulsive

thoughts took over my mind, so I decided to choose Dong Dejuan as my girlfriend. I stood up and hugged

her.

Dong Dejuan was still talking about the hairstyle she'd designed for me, and so on. My action startled her,

her face turning pale: "You... Brother Yu? What are you doing? You're hurting me!" She struggled, but I held

her tightly, no matter how much she twisted and struggled. I said, "Don't leave me. No. No." At this moment, she stopped struggling

and gently placed her hands on my back. Hearing Dong Dejuan say, "Brother Yu? What's wrong? What do I mean by leaving you?

What do I not want?" I turned to look at her closely: "Juanjuan, you're mine. Okay?" Dong Dejuan

seemed a little bewildered by my words: "What?" I looked at her, seemingly confused, with an

innocent yet questioning gaze. I kissed her lips, but Dong Dejuan didn't react. I continued

kissing her, my hands caressing her through her clothes.

I removed Dong Dejuan's top, and she clutched her chest, her voice trembling with fear: "Brother Yu? I... can you be

gentler with me?" My mind went blank. Without a second thought, I removed her bra,

revealing a pair of rather full breasts, bouncing lively, shaped like giant pears—the legendary "ram's horn breasts,"

or something like that. The nipples were a pale brown, the areolas pinkish-white.

The smooth surface dominated the front of her breasts, which were firm and full, with fairly fair skin. The veins on her breasts

were clearly visible, exuding a youthful, almost sacred quality. Her slightly protruding abdomen rose and fell with her breath...

I then removed Dong Dejuan's outer pants. It was the first time I'd seen her like this;

her skin was smooth and slender, with beautifully defined thigh muscles. Her calves were slightly thick, but this only enhanced her healthy and perfect physique.

I quickly stripped off my own clothes and began to caress every inch of Dong Dejuan's skin, kissing her

lips, cheeks, neck, and earlobes. My hands gently kneaded her breasts, feeling their softness and

elasticity . Dong Dejuan's eyes were closed, her brows slightly furrowed, and her cheeks flushed. Our lips met,

sometimes slightly parted, my tongue slipping in, but quickly closing again. Her hands seemed

unsure of what to do, sometimes clenching into fists, sometimes resting on my back. She didn't make

a sound, only her breathing became a little rapid. After kissing and caressing her for about 3-5 minutes, I got up

and picked her up. Her weight of 45-50 kilograms felt incredibly light in my arms. Her beautiful

eyes her voice weak: "Can you be good to me? I want a lifetime." I

gazed at her tenderly: "Forever, I will protect you." I wondered: Is she a virgin?

I put her on the bed and took off her cute blue lace panties. Her pubic hair was thick and curly,

scattered messily across her vulva. Looking down, I saw a deep slit between her legs, giving it a mysterious feel. I gently parted

Dong Dejuan 's legs, and she moved slightly in response. The top of the labia majora was slightly

sunken, forming a small hollow. I used my hand to open the labia majora, revealing the labia minora. There were no droopy labia minora; they were flesh-colored.

The clitoris was pink and full, and there were a few light flesh-colored lines between the labia majora and minora.

I kissed her cute little labia, then gently teased and licked her vaginal opening with my tongue. Dong Dejuan

's taste wasn't strong, salty with a hint of caramel-like bittersweetness—a strange flavor. Then, she softly

murmured, "Brother Yu, I'm not a virgin, but I've only done it once. You're my second man. You

don't mind, do you?" I paused, my tone comforting, "Juanjuan, I don't have a virginity complex. Liking you is enough."

Dong Dejuan stroked my hair with boundless affection, "Brother Yu, you're so good. Actually, I've noticed you for a while,

but there are so many people around you, I could only watch from the sidelines." I said, "I've noticed you before too. What impressed me

most was that you never wear skirts." Dong Dejuan said, "When I was 18, I made a vow that only

my husband could see my legs. Husband, do you know that?"

Hearing her call me husband warmed my heart, and a tingling, electric sensation coursed through my body.

I began to caress Dong Dejuan's skin, her firm, smooth legs, and her alluring, rosy vulva. I gently stroked her clitoris,

vaginal opening, and labia minora with my fingers, teasing and caressing every inch of her inner thighs, sometimes

even licking them with my tongue. Dong Dejuan gripped the sheets tightly, her body twisting and her legs spread wide in an M-shape.

A soft moan escaped her lips: "Husband, no. Don't touch there, it itches, ah, oh..." Gradually, her vaginal opening became moist

, her pink, plump clitoris glistening with moisture, appearing crystal clear and sexy.

I stopped and knelt on the bed. Watching Dong Dejuan's face flushed, she sat up, breathing heavily, and I

took her hand and placed it on my penis. Dong Dejuan gently stroked my penis, her eyes filled with happiness,

her clumsy hands moving back and forth. My penis slowly grew larger in Dong Dejuan's slender, white, and soft hands, the purplish-red

glans standing erect. The entire shaft was hard and erect, trembling with each pulse. I placed my penis on her snow-white

breasts , the head rubbing back and forth against her areolas. Sometimes the head brushed against her nipples, and Dong Dejuan's cheeks flushed.

Her lips parted slightly, and she watched my actions curiously: "Husband, yours is so big. I can't take it." I leaned down

and kissed Dong Dejuan: "No, sex is also a kind of enjoyment. Lie down."

After saying that, Dong Dejuan lay down, stretching out in a wide arc, a hint of unease in her eyes. I

lay on top of her, kissing her thin, sensual lips, then straightened my penis, rubbing it against her labia

. I pressed down slightly, the head gradually entering her vagina until it was fully inserted. She let out

a soft moan: "Oh, oh." Her peach-blossom-like face began to relax slightly. I felt Dong Dejuan's vagina tighten

slightly, then an infinitely soft, warm, and moist sensation filled my penis, and my hips began to move slowly.

My penis began to thrust in and out of her tender, smooth vagina. With gentle, rhythmic thrusting, Dong Dejuan wrapped her arms around

my back, letting out soft, almost muffled moans of pleasure.

After about 50-60 thrusts, her body began to relax completely, and

her voice became clearer. Sometimes she would say, "Husband, ah... um..."

with a soft, panting tone. My penis began to move more rhythmically, my heart pounding with each call

of "husband." After about 100 thrusts ,

we were both completely aroused. Our lower bodies began to move freely and easily. I held Dong Dejuan,

looking at her slightly closed eyes, her cheeks flushed, a sweet smile playing on her lips. She moaned softly

, her breathing becoming heavier. My breathing grew heavier, becoming increasingly provocative:

"Wife, is it comfortable? Can you take it?" She parted her lips slightly, her voice weak and drawn-out: "Husband, you're making my

body feel like cotton, I have no strength left. It's itchy, numb, and tingling." I kissed her lips,

my lower body feeling increasingly wet and warm. Dong Dejuan's vagina seemed to be overflowing with love fluid; with each

thrust some of it would drip out, sticking to my testicles, becoming cool and sticky. We thrust

about 300 times. I started to feel sweat dripping from my forehead. Between breaths: "Wife, shall we change positions

?" Dong Dejuan hummed softly: "Husband, I like the feeling of you holding me." I realized she didn't want to

change positions. Holding her like this felt good too. Her body was soft and boneless in my arms.

I softly enjoyed the pleasurable sensation.

I also experienced another kind of beauty that this somewhat conservative and simple girl brought me. My thoughts

raced , my heart filled with dreams of our future. My lower body began to quicken,

the sounds of our bodies colliding echoing in the room—her soft moans and my heavy breathing as I thrust. Our bellies pressed

together and then separated, each collision accelerating the pace. My arms encircled her head, my hands stroking her

fragrant, slightly disheveled short hair, as I passionately kissed her cheeks, lips, earlobes, neck, and nipples.

And her beautiful, full breasts. Dong Dejuan's hands gently gripped my back, her fingers sometimes brushing against my waist and

buttocks , her legs beginning to rise and clamp around mine. Her breathing was rapid, her voice weak: "Husband, you're so strong

. Ah, oh, my body is almost falling apart, so soft. I have no strength left."

Her words amplified my psychological reaction, my hands gripping hers tightly, my lower body

thrusting even faster, my glans, lubricated by her love juices, violently pounding deep into her vagina.

Enveloped , I thrust about 300-400 more times. The sensation of ejaculation spurred me to thrust even harder,

persisting for about a minute, then I held her tightly, breathing rapidly, my buttocks taut, my body straight. Then I

quickly stood up, pulled out my penis, and with a rubbing motion of my hands, my semen sprayed onto her heaving lower abdomen.

Dong Dejuan 's tear-streaked face looked even more beautiful now. She opened her eyes, watching my semen shoot onto her lower abdomen.

Her hands caressed the deep purplish-red glans, her fingers squeezing out the remaining semen: "Husband, you've worked hard." I

was covered in sweat: "Wife, I like it when you call me that." Lying down beside her, she got out of bed and took a tissue to wipe

the semen from her lower abdomen and pubic hair. Then she used a towel to dry my body, pulled the blanket over me, and lay down. She nestled against my

chest. We gazed deeply into each other's eyes, our faces filled with smiles of anticipation for our future life together. We chatted for a while.

Exhausted , we embraced and drifted into a sweet dream… and that's how our romance began.

Soon, in the troupe, we addressed each other in the same way, and the troupe members began to gossip. Wang Dong didn't pay much attention, and our

cooperation became increasingly seamless.

As for my contract with Gao Jinghui, I was determined to keep it. During that time, she contacted me twice a week, asking me to come to

her place. And so, for Sun Qi, I sold my body.

Sun Qi and I have become good friends. I feel that only in Sun Qi's gentle embrace can I

find my true self. We meet at my house once a week, and the three of us—Sun Qi, Dong Dejuan, and I—enjoy eating, drinking

, and chatting happily. Sun Qi seems to have gotten used to this. The 220,000 yuan I gave her is still untouched in the vase at my house. Through

their conversations, I learned about this song and dance troupe.

It's already late autumn. In the morning, with nothing to do, I looked out the window at the streets covered with fallen leaves, pedestrians bustling about

on both sides of the street, and I had an indescribable feeling: ... a strange feeling. My mind was

filled with everything that had happened since I joined the song and dance troupe, like a dream echoing through the tunnel of memory.

Suddenly, "ring, ring, ring." The phone on the table rang, interrupting my deep thoughts. I answered the phone:

"Hello." It was Aunt Li on the other end: "Xiao Yu, I'm going to a meeting at the county government. I won't be home for the next few days. Please

tell Gao Jinghui to go to D City tomorrow afternoon at 3 pm to participate in the provincial outstanding group singer competition. I tried calling her

cell phone but no one answered; she probably didn't hear me. Don't forget." I said, "Yes, Aunt Li, I know."

"Oh, and Commander Chang is looking for you. Go to her place at 2 pm." "Yes, I understand. Don't worry."

Aunt Li hung up the phone.

At 1:55 pm, with a very nervous heart, I arrived at the 6th floor and stood in

front of . I took a deep breath and knocked on the door. A melodious voice came from inside: "Come in." I

pushed the door open and entered. I saw Chang Manli with her long hair neatly combed back, writing something at her desk.

She was wearing a gray crew-neck sweater, and her full breasts swayed with the speed of her writing. I stood at the door

and closed it behind me: Commander Chang, you wanted to see me?

Chang Manli continued writing without looking up: "Xiao Yu is here, sit down and let's talk."

I walked to the opposite side of her and sat down. Chang Manli then stopped and looked up: "Well, I've watched your and Dongdong

's performances these past few times, and I think they've been quite good. I'm planning to give you both a separate rehearsal room. Old Li went to a meeting in the county

to try and secure some spots for you to go to the province for further studies next year. Xiao Yu, you two should seize this opportunity

. I won't say more. You both understand." I didn't feel any excitement or anything, and replied very calmly: "Yes,

thank you, Director Chang. We will work hard in the future." Chang Manli chatted with me for a while longer. I changed back to my normal self. I told Wang Dong

about it , and Wang Dong seemed very excited. He asked all sorts of questions, and I answered them one by one.

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