[The woman beside me: A seven-year relationship renewed]

"Hello? Are you busy now?"

"Oh, you're not busy. What's up? Go ahead."

"Nothing, just feeling really confused. I want to talk to someone."

"Oh? You're not thinking about getting a divorce, are you?" I joked.

"No, I already am."

The voice on the phone was still sweet and calm, but to me it was like a thunderbolt, shocking me.

"Why?" After a long silence, I finally asked.

"Nothing, I don't feel anything anymore."

"Don't feel anything anymore? Not for any other reason? Like, someone else's appearance?"

"Sigh, you're still so perceptive," she sighed and said, "Yes, I have someone else."

"Okay, stop talking," I interrupted her.

"When can we meet? I need to talk to you." "Tomorrow

, I'll call you after work. Today isn't an option."

"Okay, see you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow."

After hanging up, I fell into deep thought.

Do you all remember Ping, the only virgin I never got? That call was from her.

I didn't expect her to call me, and I certainly didn't expect her to get a divorce.

After we broke up, I heard bits and pieces that she went to the Foreign Affairs University to study a foreign language for a

bachelor's degree, and then switched jobs to a foreign company, supposedly doing administrative or HR work—

not a high-ranking position, but with a good salary. Later, I heard she married a white-collar worker at the same foreign company,

bought , and was doing quite well. Then they had a son. Six or seven years have

passed, and I've heard bits and pieces of news about her, but I'd never heard of any marital discord or divorce. I never expected her to tell me

this herself .

The next morning, when I went to work, I told my wife I had a business dinner and would be home late. My wife looked at me and only

said, "Drink less," nothing more.

I don't know if my wife knew about my affair, or how much she knew, but one thing is certain: she

's a smart woman. She couldn't be completely oblivious; she's probably just

not pursuing it because I'm still a model husband at home.

The reason I think this way is because she once told me a story about an official's wife who discovered

her husband was having an affair. She confided in her friends, preparing to make a scene. One of her friends advised her, "

Everything you have now is because of your husband's official position. If you get so angry, he might lose his job.

Without the position, there will be no more 'official wife,' and nothing you have now. Have you thought this through? Do you

want a poor man who stays with you, or your current 'official wife'?" The official's wife suddenly understood. She

continued to treat her husband with respect, and he continued to love his wife and children when he came home. The family lived happily together.

I think my wife is already hinting at this.

As long as I'm in Beijing, I dare not stay out overnight, much less go too far. Gao Juexin is right—"I must

protect this family."

That afternoon, she called.

"Hello? Is today convenient?"

"Sure, go ahead."

"Do you know the 'Northern Pearl' near Lishuiqiao?" Our conversation was simple and clear; after all, we had

a past, and we understood each other perfectly.

"I know, but I'll be there around seven after work."

"Okay, seven o'clock. I'll wait for you at xxx." She said a name I didn't recognize.

Northern Pearl is only two stops from Tiantongyuan, but there aren't many good places to eat there,

so it seems she found a place close to home.

When I arrived at the place she mentioned, it was exactly seven o'clock.

Entering, I saw it was a Western-style restaurant with a rather elegant ambiance. Looking around, I saw her

sitting in a corner, beckoning me, so I went over.

Several years had passed, but Ping was still as serene and beautiful as ever, though her face had lost some of its youthful glow and gained a

mature charm.

"Are you alright?" I'd thought of my opening line for ages on the way there, but I'd completely forgotten it the moment we met. My first words after sitting down

were so cliché!

"Just divorced, do you think I'd be alright?" She spoke the truth.

"Why?"

"I don't feel anything anymore."

"I heard he was the one you chose yourself, how could this happen?"

"You've heard quite a lot, haven't you?" She forced a smile. "Let's eat first, I

've ordered for you."

My dishes were served one by one: cream of mushroom soup, onion salad, and black pepper steak—all my favorites.

I cut into the steak, and some blood flowed out; it was probably medium-rare. I glanced at her, but didn't

say anything . She remembered my preferences perfectly. A sudden, inexplicable panic gripped me. Was her divorce because of me?

She only ordered a green salad and a borscht. We ate slowly,

chatting casually.

Although I said we ate slowly, I finished in no time. Watching me wolf down my food,

she couldn't help but laugh, a truly happy laugh.

The waiter brought black tea; it seemed she remembered I didn't like coffee.

Watching the milk dissolve into the tea, slowly turning the once clear liquid cloudy, I didn't know what to say,

especially given our past special relationship. Anything I said felt inappropriate.

Suddenly, she said, "Would you like to have a drink with me?"

I looked at her in surprise, but nodded anyway.

The red wine arrived—a bottle. The waiter invited her to sample the wine, and watching her skillfully sip it, I

suddenly felt she was a stranger. The pure, shy Ping I knew was gone.

I've never been a good drinker, so I just sipped with her. I'd barely taken a few sips when her glass was

empty.

She poured herself a full glass and said, "Don't worry, I've always been able to drink, but I didn't back

then , so you wouldn't have known."

I honestly didn't know that, but I did know one thing: if a woman says she can drink a little,

it's definitely not a little—it could easily be a whole bottle, and I'm talking about Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor).

"We were doing really well," she said after a moment's hesitation, opening up.

"We were introduced by a colleague at work. We met a few times and I thought he was alright, so we continued dating.

As time went on, I found that he was very considerate, thoughtful, and considerate, so I took him home to meet

my parents. They also thought he was a good person and basically agreed to be with me."

"Isn't that great?" I interjected.

"It's really good. He respects me a lot, never makes any unreasonable demands or moves. He

's always been a gentleman, unlike you, who's like a wolf."

She paused, took a sip of her drink, and continued, "We were just going through the motions, never really

going all out . I was really grateful to him back then. We were already married, and he never asked anything of

me."

"Is there something wrong with him?" I interjected. "But that doesn't make sense, don't you have a

child?"

"Actually, I was quite conflicted about inviting you here today. I'm divorced, and I'm meeting my ex-boyfriend,

who's . What am I doing?"

"Have you met anyone else? I mean, someone you can have such a deep conversation with?" I asked her.

"No," she answered without hesitation.

"Exactly, you thought of me first, and you only met me. Don't you think that means something?"

I continued.

"Are you implying something?" she immediately realized.

"I suppose so."

"Actually, sometimes when I think about it, I really hate you." She was silent for a long time before blurting out this sentence.

"Why? I did all that and I still treated you right, and you still hate me!" I felt more

wronged than Dou E.

"That's it," she said through gritted teeth, "If you had been so heartless back then and disrespected me, I would have

given up and stayed with you. There wouldn't be all this trouble today!"

Listen to that, is she really that unreasonable? She cried and begged me not to sleep with her back then, and now she's blaming me

!!

Women are never rational.

I didn't know why she said that, so I simply kept quiet and waited for her to explain herself.

"Tell me, do you regret it?"

"Regret? Why do I regret it?" Her sudden explanation wasn't what I expected, and I didn't

quite understand .

"It's that time, the time you didn't go through with it. Afterwards, did you regret it?" she explained.

"Well, it's a difficult question for me to answer." I really didn't know how to answer. "From one perspective, I regret it

a little because I didn't get you. From another perspective, I don't regret it, because at least I let you know that I

wanted your whole person, not just your body."

"Sigh, if you had done it back then, we wouldn't be like this today

." She paused, took a big gulp of her drink, and continued,

"Actually, it's really a dilemma. If you had done it back then, I would have married you, but I would have been unhappy.

But you didn't, and I married someone else, and I'm still unhappy now. Sometimes I think if you had

n't ignored me and just done it, maybe I wouldn't be so unhappy today."

To be honest, the more I listened, the more confused I became.

"Where do you live now?" I didn't know how to answer her, so I asked a question.

"North, in Tiantongyuan, the western district."

"It's yours now?" I felt that divorce wasn't all bad; at least I had a house.

"Well, we bought it together, but he gave it up, and he left the car to me." She smiled bitterly.

"We're pretty well-off now, finding someone else shouldn't be difficult, right?"

I couldn't laugh. Her joke was too bitter; I only felt a pang in my heart. That innocent

girl had become a mature young woman, and her thoughts had become so unfamiliar to me.

"You two, um, when did you break up?" I carefully chose my words to avoid upsetting her.

"A little over two months," she answered readily.

"Why? Don't tell me you didn't have feelings anymore. Others may not know, but I know you better than anyone else."

"What's wrong with me?"

"You're emotionally rich at heart, and you're also a woman with very strong desires. What are you glaring at me for?

Isn't that right? Do you dare say there's anyone who understands you better than me?" I began my attack; I had to find out today.

"Sigh," she glared at me for a long time, then finally let out a long sigh, took a swig of her drink, and said, "I

have nothing to say. You're right."

She poured herself another glass; the bottle was empty. She ordered another bottle and filled mine up as well

.

"How are things between you and her?" she asked.

"Who? What do you mean, 'good'?" I didn't understand.

"Well, you and your wife," she said, clearly considering her words. "I mean, you two,

how's things going?"

A faint blush appeared on her face, whether from the alcohol or shyness.

I understood what she was asking.

"It's alright, basically everyone's satisfied." Hmph, with my abilities, so far

no woman has said she wasn't satisfied.

"Your wife is so lucky." She downed another glass in one gulp.

At this point, I seemed to understand a little.

"You two, aren't compatible? So..." I asked tentatively.

Unexpectedly, my question brought tears to her eyes. Fortunately, the restaurant wasn't very brightly lit,

and we were sitting in a corner, so no one noticed us. I couldn't comfort her, so I just handed her some

napkins .

She stopped quickly, poured herself another glass of wine, and asked me, "Tell me, would you sleep with a man?"

This abrupt question really confused me, but I still rationally replied, "If it's

just sleeping, that's fine, as long as he doesn't snore."

"No, not that, I mean, what if it's sex?" she said almost through gritted teeth.

"Are you out of your mind? How could you?" I was a little angry. But I vaguely guessed what was going on.

"But he would!" Her voice suddenly rose eight octaves, causing the waiter and some other guests to turn and

look in our direction.

"What are you yelling about? I can hear you," I said irritably, not wanting to be seen as a nuisance in public.

"A scoundrel who harasses women."

She took two large gulps of wine to calm herself down and said, "We were doing great at first.

I didn't feel anything was wrong even after we got married. We were doing well in bed too. But

then slowly, after about six months, I felt like he wasn't as interested anymore. He was always just going through the motions." She

finished her glass of red wine.

"Don't laugh at me, but you're the only one who knows me. Think about it, only six months. I was just getting into

the swing of things , and he just did that." Tears welled up in her eyes again, and her hand trembled slightly as she poured the wine.

"At first, I thought he was having an affair, so I secretly checked his phone, his QQ and stuff, but I

didn't find anything. Everything seemed normal. There were very few women on his number. When I listened to him on the phone, it was always

men, and they were always swearing. I just couldn't find anything, but something was wrong with him."

"What exactly was wrong with him?" I pressed.

"Before, we did it almost every day," she said somewhat awkwardly. "Later, he wasn't so

willing anymore, always saying he was tired. I was puzzled; how could a grown man not even thirty be so prone to feeling tired? Then I

got pregnant, and he had even more excuses, saying he was afraid of sleeping on the baby, so he simply moved

to another room to sleep."

"Isn't that normal? He didn't do anything wrong?" I asked her.

"It was normal at first, but then, he gradually started bringing people home, all men.

They would drink and chat endlessly. I think men should have some friends too, as long as they're not bad people. And

the people he brought home were all quite nice, quite cultured, very polite, and spoke very courteously.

You could tell at a glance they weren't street thugs or alleyway hustlers."

She took a breath, then took another big gulp of her drink. I noticed that the second bottle was already more than half empty.

"Sometimes he'd say he was chatting too late and would let guests stay overnight. We have a three-bedroom apartment, and we already have a

guest room , so I didn't mind, but he still wouldn't stay with me. Around New Year's, one of his friends came

over. I know him; he comes often, works for a foreign company, and is a HR person. That day I wasn't feeling well, so I ignored

them and went to bed early. In the middle of the night, I got up to use the bathroom and heard noises coming from the guest room. I was a little scared, so

I went to his room to call him to get up and check on his friend, just in case he wasn't feeling well and something bad had happened. But when I

looked, he wasn't even there!"

She downed her drink in one gulp, looking at the empty glass, as if talking to me, or perhaps to herself: "

When I got to the guest room door and listened, I was stunned. I knew that sound so well; it was him,

the kind of sound he makes when we're doing 'that'."

Her hand gripped the glass tightly, trembling slightly, the veins on the back of her hand standing

out . I was afraid she'd break the glass; what if it was a defective product? I reached out and took her hand,

accepting the wine glass from her. Her hand was a little cold and trembling.

"I have to thank him for insisting on buying good quality products when we were renovating. Our doorknobs are completely silent

. I opened the door a crack, and I couldn't believe my eyes. It was disgusting—two grown men,

actually...doing that!"

She paused for a moment to calm herself down, then continued, "I wanted to rush in and

beat him up, but I didn't dare. I was wearing my pajamas, and I was afraid they would both come at me. The next day,

as soon as that guy left, I confronted him. We both skipped work that day and had a thorough talk. He said he

'd always had this problem and had regular friends—I mean, those kinds of friends, you know?"

I nodded.

"I married him because my family was pressuring me too much. Only then did I realize that even though he seemed

so his contact list had almost no women. It wasn't respect; he

simply wasn't interested in women!"

"Didn't you just say that things were harmonious when we first got married?" I asked,

a little confused. His words seemed contradictory.

"That's right. At first, I didn't understand why, so I asked him. He said it was because he'd never

been with a woman before. At first, it was novel, but later it lost

its appeal. He felt more with men."

"That's utter nonsense! What kind of twisted logic is that!" I exclaimed, indignant on her behalf. "Does it mean you feel something just because you're in a certain place?

That it's comfortable?"

"That's vulgar." My crude language made her a little embarrassed.

"I told him that this couldn't go on, and we should just get a divorce, but he disagreed. He said it would make

him lose face, and that there has to be a reason for a divorce. What kind of reason is this?" "

This is called marital discord; you can get a divorce," I said.

"That's what I said too, but he said it doesn't count as incompatibility, it's just a lack of marital intimacy,

it's called a sexless marriage. It's legal."

"Bullshit!" I almost shouted. "A sexless marriage means sleeping with anyone, including your own

wife, but he's gay! Sleeping with other men is still a sexual relationship!"

"I understand, but he just won't agree. He even suggested I give him the car and the house, and he'd give it all up.

I could find other men to satisfy myself, as long as we don't divorce, anything is fine."

"So what's your attitude?" I asked.

"Sigh. Actually, I also want to try and salvage the relationship. Divorce isn't something a woman

can be proud . Besides, we have a child."

"Oh right, I almost forgot, what's going on with your child?"

"What do you mean, what's going on?"

"Is the child really yours?"

"Of course! What do you mean?" My words angered her.

"No, no, I just don't understand, he's gay, how could he have a child with you?"

"Are you out of your mind?" She was amused by my words. "Being gay means not being interested in the opposite sex,

that doesn't mean he can't have children!"

That's right, how could I have forgotten that for a moment? But I guess that child was probably just

a cover-up by that guy, or at least that was part of it, but I didn't dare say it.

She continued, "I temporarily agreed not to divorce him, but he had to become a normal man,

and we reached an agreement."

"A broken mirror mended?" I thought it was unlikely; his divorce meant they hadn't reconciled.

"He was better for a short time, and I tried my best to help him. I did everything a woman should do,

and I tried my best to satisfy him as well as a man should. I think even prostitutes aren't as despicable as me. "

I could guess what she had done.

"But after a few weeks, he started again. This time he didn't bring her home, but he didn't

come home all night, and I understood. This time I couldn't take it anymore. I told him that if he didn't divorce me, I would

go to his parents, and he finally agreed, but on the condition that he had custody of the child, and he didn't want anything else. I knew his family wasn't

short of money, and I knew I wouldn't be able to get custody of the child in the end, so I agreed, on the condition that I could

see , and that I could pick up the child and spend 24 hours a week with him."

The more I listened, the more it sounded like a scene from an American movie.

"Then we agreed to a divorce. He got the children and the life he wanted. As for me, besides

the house, savings, and a beat-up car, I had nothing."

"Isn't that great? Look at you, ah, you're beautiful, charming, and outstanding now, in the prime of

your life. If you wanted, there would be plenty of men to choose from."

"Hmph, only you would think that way. Who would want me? I've wasted so many years of my life, and now I'm old and faded,

a withered flower."

As she spoke, tears began to fall again.

I stood up, walked around the table, and sat down beside her, gently putting my arm around her shoulder to comfort her. "Okay, let's not talk about it anymore,

let's not talk about it anymore, it's all in the past. Let's not talk about it anymore."

Her shoulders were still thin, and her body was still trembling.

After a long while, she calmed down, turned to look at me, and asked, "Do you like men?"

I immediately shook my head.

"Then do you still like me?"

I hesitated for a long time, and then nodded.

"Does this count as stealing someone else's man?"

"I don't think so. We just had dinner together." I felt something was off about her words.

"Then are we still lovers?"

"Yes."

"Why should we be?"

"Even if two people are in the same bed, they're not

truly in love ."

Yes, although she rejected me back then, she always held a small place in my heart.

"Take me home. I can't drive." Her attitude was firm, leaving no room for refusal.

She insisted on paying the bill, and I didn't want to argue. It wasn't much anyway, so I let her pay.

As I stood up, I noticed that her change was also reflected in her clothing. Before, she dressed rather conservatively,

even outdatedly. Today, she wore a beige pullover sweater, paired with a dark brown wool long skirt,

black knee-high boots, and a tasseled shawl draped over her shoulders. She looked elegant and noble.

Although her child was already two years old, her figure was as slender as a young girl's, and her waist was still slim.

Her steps were slightly unsteady. Red wine, you don't feel it while drinking, but it hits you hard afterwards. We walked to a

silver-gray Bora, and she took the keys out of her bag and handed them to me.

Although it was almost nine o'clock, the northbound road was still congested; it

took me over ten minutes to drive from Lishuiqiao to Tiantongyuan. Following her directions, I parked the car downstairs at her apartment building. With both hands on the steering wheel,

I took a deep breath and forced a smile at her.

"Okay, thank you for treating me to dinner tonight. I've taken you home. Well, I'll be going now," I

said.

"Come up for a bit, it's still early, I'm feeling a bit bored by myself," she said softly, a strong

smell of alcohol .

I really wanted to go up, but I was afraid. I knew what would happen if I went up. This was Beijing, my wife

was home . What if she came home and demanded a share of my income? I'd be dead!

"The hallway light is broken, I'm afraid to go up by myself. Please come with me," she pleaded.

I didn't know if she was telling the truth, but inexplicably, I agreed.

The hallway light was indeed broken, but only one; three were still on.

She opened the door, and as I hesitated whether to go in or not, she pulled me into the room and closed the door behind her.

The light in the hallway was cut off, and the room was dark and quiet—so quiet we

could hear each other breathing.

I had a premonition of what was about to happen; I wanted it to happen, yet I was also afraid of it.

"I'm sorry," she whispered.

"What?" I didn't understand.

"I'm sorry I made you wait seven years." With those words, her soft body fell into my arms,

a scent of alcohol wafting towards me. Her slightly cold lips pressed against mine, and her small, fragrant tongue slipped inside.

I understood. When she said she had someone else, it was me. When her marriage hit the rocks,

I was the first person she thought of.

My fighting spirit crumbled instantly, reason vanished, my chest tightened, and all the blood in my body turned to desire,

leaving only that one spot beneath me.

We kissed passionately, tearing at our clothes until we

were completely naked when we collapsed onto the bed.

"Turn on the light," I whispered.

"Why?" she gasped.

"Seven years. I want to take a good look at you."

She rolled over, and with a "snap," the bedside lamp switched on. The dim light made it hard for me to see

clearly reached over and turned the dimmer, instantly illuminating the room.

She lay naked on her side, one hand supporting her head, her body displaying a beautiful curve.

The purplish-red sheets accentuated her fair skin, and her long, black hair cascaded over them. Her breasts

were slightly larger than seven years ago, but the pink nipples had now turned a deep red. Her legs were crossed, concealing

her most alluring private parts, revealing a sparse, still-growing pubic hair.

I turned her over so she was lying on her back, and at the end of her long, beautiful legs, between them, the sparse pubic hair...

A soft, triangular mound covered Ping's mysterious forbidden zone, the raised mons pubis like a small mountain, enticing men to

climb and conquer.

I couldn't help but stroke Ping's pubic hair; it was black and shiny against her fair skin, smooth and delicate,

as soft as silk. Ping's vulva was as captivating as her face and figure—truly beautiful! I

parted Ping's snow-white, rounded legs. After a man's labor, the thin slit of yesteryear was gone. The slightly parted, alluring cleft was glistening

with wet love juice, and the two bright red labia moved open and closed, just

as .

I bent Ping's legs, placed my hands on her knees, and slid them up the inside of her thighs

until I stopped at the base of her thighs. The young woman, who had experienced the pleasures of love many times, was no longer

the shy, hesitant apple she once was. She yielded to the man's desire, showing him her alluring private space.

I extended two fingers and carefully placed them on Ping's two large, red labia majora. The thin, tender skin seemed ready to burst at any moment, and

a small, protruding clitoris was already peeking out.

My hands caressed the smooth, soft, warm, and jade-like inner thighs. Ignoring the fact that she hadn't showered yet,

I lowered my head, opened my mouth, and kissed her. My tongue caressed Ping's soft, white mons pubis, sliding down

into her smooth, jade-like vulva. My tongue plunged deep into the crevice between Ping's legs,

circling, gently rolling, and softly sucking along her incredibly sensitive, smooth, and tender labia...

I suppressed my desire and patiently caressed Ping—even though Ping was

a woman who had been nourished by love for a long time, under such teasing, she could only respond with shy and helpless soft moans and gasps to

each of my tongue's teasing touches on her labia, gently sucking, her mouth half-open, uttering simple sounds like, "Ah...ah...ah..." Her

stunningly beautiful face writhed and swayed restlessly, as if searching for a suitable position to calm her

and relieve her emptiness…

Her delicate, budding breasts, like tender flower buds, rose more and more proudly and passionately due to an inexplicable impulse.

The deep red nipples on her breasts stood erect, large and shiny, proudly and shyly, drawing

beautiful . Her slender, boneless waist writhed restlessly from side to side, as if trying to

escape my intrusion, or perhaps welcoming it.

Her pair of snow-white, slender, and beautiful legs responded to and cooperated with each thrust and tease of my lower body. Her

snow-white thighs parted and clamped together as her body twisted, responding to my provocation of her lower body.

A stream of clear, slightly viscous lustful fluid flowed from Ping's rosy cleft, down her slightly trembling buttocks, and

dampened a small patch of the purplish-red sheet.

I saw that Ping's clitoris, so vibrant, alluring, and exquisitely delicate, was already

engorged . So I opened my mouth and took the clitoris, the most sensitive center of a woman's sexual pleasure, into my mouth,

gently and stimulatingly kissing and sucking on Ping's tender, hard clitoris with my tongue.

Instantly, Ping's snow-white, smooth, naked body convulsed involuntarily as if electrocuted,

followed by wild movements of her lower abdomen, trying to escape my mouth. Her long, slender, and shapely legs

kicked hard on the sheets, while her hands tightly hugged my head, pressing it forcefully against her groin...

I knew she was currently experiencing a tremendous surge of pleasure, and I absolutely could not let her clitoris leave my mouth!

My hands gripped her thighs tightly, and my mouth continued to lick, suck, and grind without stopping. Her movements grew more

intense, and finally, with a heavy thrust of my tongue, her body stiffened abruptly, and she convulsed,

her legs clamping together, trapping me tightly between her thighs, almost suffocating me…

“Ah…ah…ah…” With a final, fiery, wanton moan, a warm current

surged from the depths of her vagina, flowing silently onto the sheets with the opening and closing of her labia…

Gazing at the young woman with her eyes closed and a satisfied expression, I felt a sense of bewilderment. How

similar ! The only difference was that my skill

in controlling goddesses had been honed through countless women, reaching a new level, and she was no longer the innocent virgin she once was. Her most primal instincts had been fully developed, like a ripe

red apple, exuding a sweet fragrance and alluring color, waiting for me to pluck and savor…

…

As her spasms gradually subsided, I gently spread her slightly parted legs wider…

Ping, compliant and shy, slowly opened her body, awaiting my entry.

Unable to resist any longer, I pounced on her, my penis throbbing between her parted thighs. Then,

pressing against her labia, the head of my penis slid in with a "whoosh," immediately

enveloped in warmth. Pushing further in, the rounded head broke through the ring-like folds,

penetrating the very soft bottom of her vagina. A gush of thick, warm love juice clung to my glans,

so tender and intimate.

I kept my penis buried inside her vagina for a long time, savoring the woman's tenderness—

the tenderness I should have tasted seven years ago.

I pressed my entire body against hers; her body was so soft, her pretty face flushed,

tender and beautiful. Her luscious lips were slightly parted, a scent of wine filling my throat. I pressed my lips to hers,

capturing her tongue, kissing her for a long time.

Her breathing quickened again, her heaving chest causing her erect nipples to touch my chest,

making me almost lose control. I felt my ejaculation begin, a surge of intense pleasure shooting from my perineum to

my brain. I quickly pulled my penis out of her vagina.

Her eyes were filled with a dazed look, just like seven years ago. She had just experienced

an sex, the lack of male stimulation, coupled with the aphrodisiac effect of the red wine,

it would be strange if she didn't have an orgasm.

I carefully observed her genitals: lush pubic hair, flowing fluids, trembling petals, glistening clitoris. What

a delicate beauty, what a quiet yet alluring woman!

Looking at this woman before me, her shyness, her fragility, her petite body, her exquisitely beautiful

vagina, all made me reluctant to let go. I understand that a woman like this, once developed, will become

a wanton woman, truly subservient to the first man who conquers her. And

if her body and her sexual desires are not satisfied, she will surely leave you. Thinking of this, I suddenly had the idea to control her, to make her…

To truly enjoy the pleasure and stimulation of sex, I wanted her to never forget that only with me

could she find sexual satisfaction. Suppressing the urge to thrust all the way in, I caressed her tender vagina,

deeply kissing her red lips, while secretly plotting something. If I wasn't mistaken, this might

be the only magic bullet to possess her forever.

I turned her over, making her small buttocks rise and she lay face down on the bed. I thrust into her

tight vagina again, feeling it even hotter. One hand pinched her left breast, my index finger teasing her erect

nipple, while my right thumb, in coordination with the thrusting of my penis, repeatedly probed her tight anus. Watching

my thumb slowly penetrate her anus, the tightness was unprecedented. Slowly, her tender pink

anal flesh turned outwards, appearing incredibly delicate. I withdrew my penis and pressed it against her anus…

The woman, who hadn't spoken until now, finally spoke.

"Be gentle, it hurts there."

Hurts? "If it hurts, it means you've been fucked before. Damn it, you didn't even leave me my last virgin hole.

" "Yeah, I will. Tell me if you can't take it, and I'll come out," I comforted her.

In the instant she hesitated, my glans had already broken in. She gasped, "Ah..." and then fell

silent, clearly enduring. Her anus had a tight sphincter, and it took me a lot of effort to insert it

into her rectum. A smooth, soft feeling made me feel intimate and cared for. I immediately started

thrusting rapidly, and she seemed to respond to my thrusts, humming heavily through her nose. Her breathing became more

rapid, her white buttocks arching back forcefully, and her breasts swaying slightly back and forth. Her nipples became even more

pointed and erect.

She obediently and submissively lay on the bed, her slender body bent at its maximum, her full buttocks white

and delicate. As I thrust my penis into her anus, her body grew increasingly stiff. Her legs trembled, and she moaned incessantly. It was clear she was still quite uncomfortable

with my penis inside her tight anus. 　　I only thrust a few times before pulling out. I only wanted to test it out ; I didn't want to hurt her. I stood up and placed a pillow under her buttocks. She lay on her back, her legs spread wide, her vulva protruding high before me. Her labia were parted, revealing bright red flesh, a engorged clitoris, and a glistening, crystal-clear clitoris emerging from its foreskin. Her vaginal opening contracted rhythmically, filled with vaginal fluid, like a warm, fragrant spring. Fine, sparse pubic hair clung tightly to her mound, making it look exactly like a young girl's vulva. 　　I thrust my lower abdomen forward, supporting my hard, thick penis, and pressed it close to her vulva. My swollen glans pressed against her vaginal opening, and slowly, little by little, I parted her vaginal opening and slowly inserted myself. Watching my large penis disappear into the woman's body, the physical pleasure and the psychological sense of conquest merged together, giving me immense satisfaction! 　　The tender flesh inside her vagina was gradually stretched open by my glans, the vaginal walls rubbing against my penis; that tightness was incredibly stimulating. The heat and tenderness inside her vagina were my greatest enjoyment. I suppressed the urge to thrust rapidly, burying my penis deep inside her vagina, my hands kneading her fully erect nipples, my mouth pressing against her rosy lips, sucking out her delicate tongue, kissing and caressing her. 　　Soon, my reason was defeated by desire. I slipped my hands under her armpits, wrapped them tightly around her shoulders, and used my elbows as a fulcrum, pressing my lower abdomen against hers. The rapid thrusting made her feel intensely. She responded with moans of pleasure as I thrust into her vagina. Her vagina contracted and convulsed more violently, and her whole body trembled and shook uncontrollably. It seemed I was close to climaxing again. Today, I was determined to completely conquer her. Bobo wasn't around, so I needed to develop my flat-chestedness so she could become my stable sexual partner in the future. 　　So, my thrusting in and out of her vagina became more and more rapid. Just as I was about to give up, I felt her body stiffen even more. Her legs clamped tightly around my buttocks, her lower arched forward, and her vagina felt like a soft little hand, gripping my penis tightly, squeezing and kneading it repeatedly. I knew she had reached her second orgasm. 　　I almost ejaculated during her squeezing and kneading. Without thinking about giving her more pleasure, I quickly pulled out my penis to cool myself down. 　　"I regret it so much," 　　she finally said softly after a long pause. 　　"Regret it? Then I'll leave now." I thought she regretted it, and I was wondering why she would regret it after going twice already. This had never happened before in my dating career. 　　"I regret being so heartless back then, not agreeing to give in to you. Today I realized that you're so amazing, he rarely gives in to me twice in a row." 　　Heh, so that's how it is. Women, once their vaginas are opened, their hearts are opened too. 　　To make her even more devoted to me in the future, I took her hand and placed it between my legs. 　　"Ah?! How come you're still so hard?" As expected, her reaction was one of surprise and admiration. 　　"Because I haven't ejaculated yet, my darling." I tempted her. "I know you need it, so I held back . I want to go with you, to give you the most comfortable experience." 　　She didn't say anything, but hugged my head and kissed me passionately, while large tears slid down her cheeks. 　　I knew that this woman was mine from now on. 　　After a woman reaches orgasm, each subsequent climax becomes faster and more intense than the last, a fact I've already witnessed firsthand with Bobo (who will be mentioned in later chapters). Ping is no exception; today, I 'm going to give her an unprecedented experience. 　　"Do you have a condom?" I asked her, preparing for my final assault. 　　"Yes," she replied, but immediately added, "Don't use one. I want to feel you. I'll take the pill later." 　　Ah, a beautiful woman's command is my command, how could I disobey? 　　Sitting up, I immediately went straight to her clitoris. I first touched the opening, then used my fingers to spread Ping 's labia, pinching her tender flesh until she trembled. I squeezed her clitoris vigorously, and...

My fingers relentlessly plunged deeper, and Ping couldn't help but groan. My fingers

rubbed against the small, protruding fleshy bumps inside Ping's vaginal walls. Her two pure pink labia minora, glistening with my

love juice , were half-open, panting.

As I rubbed her clitoris, Ping let out moans: "Ah...ah..." Her body

trembled irregularly in response to my rubbing.

"Ah...ah...you're making me...I'm so uncomfortable...you...ah..." Ping's buttocks twisted and swayed from

side to side as I touched her, emitting joyful, coquettish gasps: "Ah...I can't take it, I really

can't take it ...oh...you...I..." Seeing Ping's frenzy, I dug even harder into her wet flesh,

increasing the speed of my thrusts, my fingers rubbing against the walls of her vagina. After a moment, her juices

flowed freely , soaking her two snow-white thighs. At this moment, Ping couldn't help but tremble all over. She bent

her jade-like legs, raising her shapely buttocks even higher, making her vulva protrude even more, allowing me to penetrate Ping's lustful hole even more thoroughly.

While busy below, of course, I wouldn't miss above either, my other hand continuing to cultivate between Ping's breasts. Her breasts, though small,

were very elastic . My hand wandered between the two peaks, and I could only lament that I didn't have another hand, so I could have all three points

under my control!

Ping was breathing heavily when she suddenly reached down to my crotch and took my penis in her hand.

Ping first slowly manipulated it with her hand. Perhaps because lying down was inconvenient, Ping knelt up, silently and even somewhat

resentfully glancing at me. She opened her cherry-like mouth and gently took my large, purplish-red glans

into her mouth, then licked it with her tongue. Her tongue slid in the groove beneath my glans, occasionally sucking with her fragrant lips and gently biting with her jade teeth.

Then Ping moved her head up and down on my penis, and I matched her pace by thrusting my hips, hoping to

penetrate deeper. My buttocks swayed rapidly, making my penis thrust faster in and out of Ping's mouth. I saw Ping's eyebrows furrowed, her

cheeks bulging, as if I had almost reached her throat. At this moment, I also used my right hand to stroke Ping's high-raised

buttocks. Ping's buttocks were a bit large. When I touched Ping's anus, Ping kept twisting her body, but her mouth

never left my penis.

As Ping tasted me, I felt a wave of heat enveloping my glans, a tingling pleasure spreading throughout

my entire body. My large penis, licked and manipulated, became as hard as iron, veins bulging, incredibly thick.

Just as this wanton young woman was about to make me ejaculate completely, I pressed down on Ping's head, which was

working . "I want...you...faster...oh..." Ping cried out wildly. How could

I bear to keep her waiting with such a beautiful woman's calls? Ping's seductive, wanton, and desperately thirsty expression aroused my lust, making me even more

unable to restrain myself. I immediately thrust my penis into Ping's honeyed cave with lightning speed, all the way

to the bottom . My large glans pressed against the depths of Ping's flower core, feeling the warmth and tightness of her vagina, the tender flesh enveloping my penis

so comfortably. Ping let out a loud "Ah!" and then fell silent, closing her eyes and remaining motionless, as if

savoring the sensation of penetration. After a long while, she opened her eyes, panting, and looked at me, saying, "You're really amazing...

so strong, you don't even care if I can take it..."

"Oh? Is mine bigger than his?" To be honest, my penis isn't actually that big, just within

the normal range. But congenital defects can be made up for later. My strength lies in technique, not size.

"No, his is a bit bigger, but you're just too fierce. He's never been as strong as you

."

One of the common flaws of men is that they can't stand hearing that someone else's penis is bigger than theirs, even though it's an objective fact,

and even though bigger doesn't necessarily mean stronger.

With a bit of annoyance, I pulled out and thrust in hard again. Ping's pleading and pitiful

appearance had no effect on me at all. On the contrary, her words deeply stimulated me, making me fuck her even harder!

"Ah!... I beg you, be gentle... don't be too rough, I... can't take it." Covered in fragrant sweat, panting

and trembling, Ping looked pitiful, making her even more beautiful and charming. However, the more Ping acted

like this, the more it stimulated me! Seeing this aroused my desire, which I could hardly contain!

I immediately knelt down, pulling her large buttocks onto my lap to elevate them. Her legs were spread wide apart,

her open vulva glistening with love juice, revealing a red color inside, like a mouth beckoning me

to penetrate her and possess her.

I gripped my firm, hard penis and thrust it straight into her vulva with a "squelch," taking advantage of the slippery lubrication, my penis

went all the way in.

"Ah...so big...it's all the way in..." After I stretched open her honey hole, her warm vagina tightly

enveloped my penis. I grasped Ping's breasts with both hands, kneading, pinching, rubbing, and twisting them. At first, I thrust gently,

and Ping moved her smooth, snow-white, plump buttocks in response, automatically raising her legs and hooking them around my waist, making her vulva

more prominent and welcoming. I occasionally swayed my hips,

grinding . Her face flushed, her hair flew wildly, and her whole body trembled from my relentless thrusting. She cried out in a startled, lewd

voice , "Ah...no...I can't take it...you're

so amazing..." "Am I your man?" I seized the opportunity to unleash my fury, determined to utterly destroy her self-esteem. Aren't those typical submissive

novels all about crushing a woman's pride and confidence at the most crucial moment?

"Yes.

" "What is it?"

"You're my man." Her answer was quite straightforward, so I increased the intensity.

"Then what are you?"

"What am I?" She didn't understand.

"Are you my woman?" I guided her.

"Yes...I am...your woman." That went relatively smoothly.

"No, you're my little slut. Tell me, you're mine, my one and only little slut." I increased

the intensity.

"I...I am your...little...little..." There was no follow-up; she clearly couldn't bring herself to say it.

I stopped thrusting, withdrawing my penis until only the head remained inside her mouth. I pinched her

nipples with my fingers, slowly kneading them. I know that tingling, numb, and itchy sensation will travel from her nipples all the way

to vagina. She'll feel an emptiness inside, an unbearable itch, and she'll desperately want a big

, hard penis to be inserted into her and fuck her hard to feel good.

That .

Sure enough, she immediately began to writhe uncontrollably, saying, "Move, move... move..."

"How can I move if you don't tell me to?" I continued to rub her nipples, but didn't penetrate her. "You're not my little

slut, I can't move."

"You're so mean! I... I can't say it!" She was so anxious she seemed about to cry.

I remained unmoved; I was determined to conquer her today. I rubbed her nipples lightly and heavily, my glans moving in and out of her

honey pot without going inside. Finally, she couldn't hold back any longer.

"Ah... faster... faster... I'm... I'm your... little... little slut," she managed

to say , her face turning purple.

Performance needs reward to continue; this is a derivative of Pavlov's theory, applicable to both

humans and animals.

With a thrust of my hips, my large penis plunged all the way in, beginning a new round of thrusting.

"Ah... ah... so good... ah..." Ping cried out, responding and satisfied.

After a round of thrusting, I lifted Ping's left leg, making her lie on her side as I fucked her.

The angle of my penis changed, making Ping's vagina narrower and the impact stronger, causing her to moan louder. By this time, Ping was already

overflowing with vaginal fluid, powerless to resist, but I continued my vigorous thrusting.

Ping trembled, biting her lip, displaying a beautiful expression of pleasure. Her vagina was

being relentlessly thrust in and out by my large glans.

"Are you my little slut?" I suddenly asked. I needed to consolidate my gains.

"Yes…I am…your little…slut," she replied hesitantly, but still acceptable.

"So what are we doing now?" I asked.

"We're making love." This time it was quite fluent.

"No. Change your answer."

"Intercourse, ah…ah…we're having intercourse," she answered intermittently, panting as I continued thrusting

.

"No, it should be, I'm fucking you."

"Hmm."

"Hmm what? Tell me, what am I doing?"

"You're...you're..." She couldn't finish her sentence.

This time, I didn't stop moving. Instead, I grabbed her forearm, half-pulled her up, and

thrust faster and harder. The sudden increase in thrusting almost drove her crazy. Besides

screaming , she couldn't make any other sound. Her body struggled to move forward to meet my thrusts, her head swaying from side to side,

her long black hair hanging down to the bed, swinging back and forth with her movements.

I could feel her body gradually stiffening, and her screams becoming more and more urgent and louder.

I knew another orgasm was coming, so I seized the opportunity, and after a deep insertion,

I didn't pull out. I pulled her upper body up completely and hugged her. She could feel the hardness and temperature of my penis,

but she couldn't get the pleasure of friction.

The orgasm that was about to erupt was deliberately and cruelly stopped by me.

Her hips writhed back and forth, hoping the friction would reignite the spark of climax, but it was all

in vain. At that moment, she felt like someone parched for a long time, only to receive a sip of water—

a feeling of being scratched but not quite satisfied. Her hands scratched my back hard, making it painful.

I didn't care how I'd explain it to my wife if she found out when we got home. I held Ping tightly, restricting her

movements, and whispered in her ear, "Want it? Say what you want, say it

out ."

Have you all seen "My Lord, I Want It"? Old Xu used this technique. I forgot the actress's name,

but I remember her breasts were high and firm, and even lying flat, she didn't lower her body at all. Ping's breasts

weren't nearly as high, but her thirsty, lustful appearance was exactly the same!

Sure enough, "Faster...faster...I want...I want you..." she began to surrender.

Her voice was urgent, and her body was writhing violently; I could barely hold her.

"What do you want? Tell me. Tell me and I'll satisfy you." My voice was soft, but full

of temptation.

"Ah, I hate you, I hate you, I want you, hurry, I want you!" She was almost crying with

impatience. But I wouldn't give up until I got what I wanted. "What do you want from me? Tell me. If you don't tell me , I'll pull out."

"Ah... no, please, please hurry... hurry... fuck me!" she sobbed, finally managing to say it

.

Hmph, once is never enough. Although I didn't intend to be a sex slave, I

was still happy to have another submissive sex partner.

I pushed her down, hoisting one leg onto my shoulder—the little devil was carrying the flag, time to reward her.

I thrust and pounded hard, soon panting heavily, but still pounding fiercely! "No...

put my legs down...ah...I can't take it anymore...you...you have mercy on me...ah..." Ping's wanton appearance made me

thrust even harder, as if I was determined to penetrate her alluring little hole. Ping was being fucked to the point of ecstasy,

her hair disheveled , panting heavily, her eyes half-closed in ecstasy, her whole body in blissful pleasure, her fragrant sweat and vaginal fluids soaking the area.

Seeing Ping so frenzied and obsequious, I was overjoyed, and used every ounce of strength I had,

thrusting wildly and frantically! My penis went straight up and down, like raindrops, impacting Ping's clitoris, with continuous "plop!

plop !" sounds. Her little hole, holding my penis, contracted and opened with the rhythm of the thrusts, her love juices

overflowing, flowing down Ping's white buttocks onto the sheets. I held her legs with one hand and reached to her

chest with the other, grabbing one breast and kneading it vigorously. Ping's small mouth was slightly open,

panting , her expression both shy and beautiful, yet incredibly tense. Ping screamed hysterically, "Ah...ah..."

her face flushed, her eyes glazed with desire, already experiencing ecstasy, her heart trembling wildly, her lower body shaking and twisting frantically in rhythm

with my thrusts, her hands unconsciously gripping the sheets.

In this position, the man and woman's bodies are at a ninety-degree angle, allowing for full contact between their genitals.

While the man's penis cannot penetrate to its maximum depth, it can maximize the friction and pressure on the woman's clitoris.

Combined with the ability to touch her breasts, this simultaneous attack from both above and below can bring her to orgasm quickly.

Sure enough, after only a few dozen thrusts, Ping suddenly stopped making a sound, her body ceased twisting, and her hands gripped the sheets...

Her eyes were tightly closed, her whole body convulsing. It felt as if countless tiny hands were kneading and squeezing my penis inside her honey hole

. If I hadn't stopped long enough to reach my climax,

I would have ejaculated immediately just from that massage and squeezing.

Her third orgasm of the night had arrived. Ping

, who had already climaxed repeatedly, lay limply on the bed. My penis was being massaged and squeezed by her with immense pleasure.

Her orgasms were slowly subsiding, but the intense desire was unbearable for me. So I raised Ping's two

beautiful legs and placed them on my shoulders, then picked up a pillow and placed it under Ping's plump buttocks, making her vagina protrude even higher. Then, I

gripped my penis, aimed it at Ping's vagina, and thrust it in hard, penetrating her vagina again, all the way to her

cervix! Then I began to thrust in and out forcefully. Again and again, I thrust and pulled without mercy, coupled with the

ecstatic "old man pushing a cart" technique, making Ping's delicate body tremble. I thrust repeatedly into Ping's vagina,

my eyes fixed on my own penis pushing against her labia, going in and out rhythmically. The inside grew hotter, and

the amount of vaginal fluid gushing out increased. The overflowing fluid was as clear and transparent as saliva, gradually forming a thin layer of white foam as

it slapped against , flowing down to Ping's anus and forming a shiny layer, like

a face mask. My lower abdomen pounded against her groin, making rhythmic "slap!...slap!..." sounds. I was flushed and

panting, while Ping's breathing became heavy and rapid again. "Spare...spare...me...I...ca

n't take it ..." Ping pleaded. I thrust forcefully back and forth, my penis, deep inside Ping, soon

reaching the very end of her vagina. I felt my large glans pressing against Ping's cervix. My rapid, intense

thrusting caused my glans to pound against Ping's uterus, as if conquering her cervix. I felt my glans

forcefully squeeze into Ping's uterus. Ping moaned and groaned as I thrust into her, her body seemingly responding to my

movements. I felt her entire uterus pulsating and gripping my glans; I knew my relentless

stimulation was driving her to repeated orgasms, igniting an insatiable fire of desire within her.

Moments later, the waves of pleasure intensified, both of us nearing our peak. I thrust and pounded relentlessly,

when suddenly her vagina spasmed, a gush of vaginal fluid gushing towards her cervix. Her vaginal walls

contracted , gripping my glans tightly, while her hips arched upwards, engulfing my penis entirely. Her

long, shapely legs clamped tightly around my waist. Then, a sudden spasm followed, her hands clutching

her breasts, trembling, as another torrent of hot, wet fluid gushed forth. As her vaginal fluids shot into me, I felt a surge of heat in my glans , a wave of pleasure coursing through me. I thrust my penis all the way

in, feeling the sticky, warm fluids enveloping my shaft. Her vaginal opening and closing sucked at my glans, an exquisite pleasure washing over me like waves. "Ah!" I let out a long cry, collapsing onto Ping, gripping her shoulders tightly, my whole body trembling and shivering. My lower body pressed firmly against her, a tingling sensation shooting from my glans down my back to my brain. My consciousness blurred, and I felt streams of thick fluid gushing from my penis, shooting deep into Ping's vagina. 　　Ping reached her fourth orgasm. When I came to my senses, she was still in a dreamlike state, her eyes closed, her mouth agape, breathing rapidly, her legs spread wide, her private parts completely exposed. Her honeyed entrance, red from my penetration was gaping open, as if it would never close, all traces of feminine modesty and shyness gone. White semen slowly flowed from her opening, dripping down her thighs onto the sheets. Her body occasionally twitched, causing large drops of semen to squeeze out of her honeyed depths . 　　Looking at this woman, completely conquered and possessed by me, this virgin I should have taken seven a young woman, a mother, a surge of pleasure welled up within me —a pleasure beyond words. Although I hadn't taken her virginity, today I had conquered her entirely through my skill. From now on, she would be at my beck and call, submitting to my penis! 　　I grabbed a pillowcase and wiped her unsightly genitals, then lay down beside her, pulling the blanket over myself. Savoring the lingering pleasure, one hand grasped her still engorged and hard breast, the other rested on her buttocks. Women are like that; their bodies must be satisfied, but their minds must be satisfied as well. Only when a man achieves both can he truly conquer a woman, conquering her from the heart, not just physically. 　　My hands caressed Ping's body, finally embracing her tightly. Our chests and genitals pressed together . My hands stroked her smooth back, and I whispered countless sweet words in her ear. She looked at me silently, but I could clearly see boundless love in her eyes. 　　After a passionate encounter, it was already past eleven. I apologized and told her I had to leave. She kindly pulled me to the bathroom and personally helped me shower, washing away the evidence. Looking in the mirror, I saw that the scratches on my back weren't too bad; they should disappear in a few days. 　　As she washed my genitals, my penis began to rise again. Looking at it, I sighed and said, "I really don't want you to leave." 　　I comforted her, saying, "I'll come back again, soon, as long as you promise." 　　"I promise, everything here, and me, is yours." Her answer touched me deeply, and I couldn't help but pull her into my arms. We remained naked in each other's embrace until she gently pushed me away, saying, "Hurry up, or it'll be even later," before we separated. 　　I quickly got dressed, and she insisted on seeing me off. Seeing that she was no longer drunk and should be fine, I agreed . 　　On the way back, she suddenly asked me, "Are you satisfied?" 　　"Satisfied," I knew what she meant. 　　"I'm very satisfied too," she said, and then she didn't say anything more. 　　For safety reasons, I asked her to park outside the complex. We shared a passionate kiss in the car before I reluctantly got out. She called me back, took out two keys, one big and one small, and said, "The big one is for the front door, and the small one is for the building entrance." 　　I took the keys without saying anything, kissed her cheek, and turned to walk into the complex. After walking quite a distance, I looked back , and her car was still parked there.

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