My One-Night Stand with a Policewoman

My One-Night Stand with a Policewoman

My colleagues had all left, and I checked my watch; it wasn't even six o'clock yet. The train wasn't due to arrive until 6:40, but I

arrived before 6:30. I stood at the exit, waiting slowly, my heart pounding but not anxious. I met her online about six months ago. She was from

a county in S city, a 24-year-old woman in the finance department. She was very beautiful, with fair skin; I

saw her in the photos she sent me.

We talked about everything, and eventually, we talked about sex. When men and women talk about sex, having sex is

a natural progression. A few days ago, she texted me saying she was coming to the provincial capital for a few days of training and would visit me.

I was incredibly excited, and today I finally got to see her.

We arrived at the station, and the crowd surged out. Being tall, I stood out from the crowd, and she should have easily

spotted me. Finally, I saw a woman in a light-colored trench coat, carrying a black bag—

it was her! I waved, and she saw me and waved back.

She said online she was 1.67 meters tall, and indeed, she had a great figure. "Was the journey tiring?" I asked her. "

Not bad , not too many people." "Let's go eat first. I've already made a reservation; we'll have Sichuan food today." We

chatted casually like old friends and took a taxi to the restaurant I had booked.

I ordered several of the restaurant's specialties, and while she went to the restroom, I ordered two more beers. The meal

was very casual, and so was our conversation. I looked at her, feeling it was unbelievable that someone from over 200 kilometers away was

sitting in front of me. We each drank a bottle of beer and felt full. We paid the bill, and I asked for a receipt.

We took a taxi to my company. I made her some tea, then went to the outer office to call my wife for a while,

mainly to let her know I was at work. After sitting for a short while, I suggested we go for a walk.

The late autumn night was a bit chilly, and there were very few people on the street. When we reached a place without streetlights, I said, "Let me

hug you and see how heavy you are." "Hehe, can you lift me?" I bent down, put my hands under her buttocks

, and with a little effort, lifted her up. "Haha, you're really strong." "You weigh about a hundred pounds, it's a piece of cake .

"

I put her down, but didn't let go, and pulled her into my arms. I lowered my head, and my lips met hers

. She probably already expected it, and responded passionately. Our tongues intertwined. After a slight separation,

I pressed her head into my chest.

"I've been saying online all day that I want to kiss you, and today I finally got to." I started kissing her face haphazardly. Her

trench coat was unbuttoned, and she was wearing a sweater underneath. My hands also started groping her body.

She was wearing tight jeans, her buttocks taut, and I vigorously stroked them with great enjoyment.

She didn't say a word, just kissed me contentedly. My hand slid down to her buttocks, and as soon as it

touched inside, she sensitively spread her legs. I vigorously stroked between her legs, and her legs spread apart, clamping

one of my legs between them. Her mons pubis rubbed against my leg.

I loosened my grip, and my right hand moved from behind to the front, rubbing her genitals vigorously through her jeans.

After a while, I started touching her breasts, first through her sweater. I could feel her face and ears burning.

I placed her hand on my penis, which was already erect. Even though there were two pairs of pants in between

(I was wearing underpants, and she seemed to be too), it felt very good for her to touch it. She obediently stroked my

penis back and forth.

My hand slipped inside her sweater. There was a bra underneath, but the sensation was even

more intense . I like to savor the process slowly. Actually, many things are like that; the result isn't important,

the process is what's most memorable.

"Unzip my pants," I told her. My hand returned to her crotch, and she shuddered again.

I loosened my belt, and even through my undershirt, her hand could already feel the shape of my

penis .

I loosened her belt too, put it in her bag, and pulled down her tightly fastened

bra . My hand slipped inside her bra, and through it, I felt her smooth, full breasts

. I could feel her hard nipples with my fingers.

She held me tightly with one arm, while the other mechanically rubbed my penis back and forth. I didn't rush

to unhook her bra; instead, my hand slid down her back to her waist. Although her pants were tight, without a belt,

my hand easily reached her buttocks. Her skin was so smooth, her curves so beautiful. My hand followed the cleft of her buttocks, searching for

her sensitive spot—the most alluring place for a man.

However, her pants blocked my arm; jeans are very sturdy. "Unbutton your pants," I said. She

probably couldn't control herself anymore and obediently did so, even unzipping her pants. My hand

moved down the cleft of her buttocks. My god, it was already overflowing inside, slippery and sticky with vaginal fluid that had soaked her panties

. When my hand touched her labia, she trembled and let out a soft moan.

"Put your hand inside," I said to her. She obediently slipped her hand under my underwear and

grabbed my penis. I let out an "Ah" sound of enjoyment.

A car approached in the distance, its headlights bright. I pulled her behind a tree, holding her tighter,

using her trench coat to cover our bodies, like a couple whispering sweet nothings. I gently nibbled on her

earlobe, occasionally blowing softly into her ear—supposedly, this can arouse women more quickly. She

was completely silent.

My middle finger gently circled her vulva, but didn't penetrate; I wanted to fully savor

the experience. I felt her heart pounding faster. I ran my hand over her buttocks a few times, then

slid it up her back, unhooking her bra from behind. My hand reached around to the front, grasping

her breasts. Her breasts weren't large, but they were firm, with small nipples.

My thumb and forefinger gently pinched her nipples, which were already hard. "Touch these again, or

they won't grow bigger later," I told her. "You bad boy," she finally uttered after a long silence.

My large hands moved back and forth over her two breasts, then I pressed and rubbed her nipples with my thumb and middle finger .After a while, I lifted her clothes up a bit, lowered my head, and took one of her nipples into my mouth. "Ah," she...

She let out a soft, comfortable sigh, and her hand stopped moving on my penis. I ignored her, enjoying the sensation of touching my

precious thing . I was afraid I'd ejaculate prematurely if I pressed harder, so letting it cool down was a good idea.

I slowly opened my mouth wide, biting down on her breast as much as possible, then sucking hard before slowly

releasing it. We kissed each other's breasts, my mouth on her breasts, while my hands began their work again.

My hands moved from her chest to her abdomen, feeling only smoothness and softness, without any of

the wrinkles or excess fat of a woman after childbirth. My hands gently explored downwards, circling her navel a few times before continuing down,

quickly reaching her pubic area. The hair wasn't sparse, it was very soft, pressed tightly against her stomach by her clothes.

I slowed my movements, separating my index and middle fingers, and moving them down her groin. When my two fingers touched

, I reached the most sensitive part of a woman's body—the clitoris. I first rubbed it with my hand, then slowly

parted the pubic hair. I could feel a small fleshy protrusion. Her hand on my penis gripped it tightly,

and her other hand hugged me tightly.

My index finger teased her clitoris, and my middle finger traced down. Her labia were already full of vaginal fluid,

sticky and slippery. She cooperated by spreading her legs, and I began to use my two fingers, dipped in her vaginal fluid, to touch her sensitive

areas . This made her even more excited, like a machine filled with lubricant. Her labia weren't large, feeling like

a crack between her legs, but under my caresses, they were already swollen.

I gently probed inside with my middle finger. Every time I probed, her legs would clamp tightly together, as if to refuse,

but as soon as I stopped, she would open them again. I understood; she longed for my finger to go in quickly. I pushed it in

a little more , and she clamped even tighter. I felt her fluids increase.

With a slight effort, my finger slipped inside. She shuddered. My hand entered a warm cavity,

the entrance of which was tightly gripped, warm and slippery inside. After a while, I

began move my finger in and out. She kept moaning, completely exhausted, seemingly oblivious to my

pleasure.

I really wanted to lay her down and use my penis on her, but then I heard laughter and chatter from the roadside.

I quickly stopped, pulled my hand out of her vagina, patted her back, and said, "Someone's coming. Let's

go back to the room." We tidied our clothes and headed to the hotel I had booked. I had

asked Xiao Liu from my workplace to book a room for me that afternoon. Xiao Liu specializes in hospitality and has

good connections with hotels near the station. Coincidentally, she booked me a room at our local police training center. Our small

city is surrounded by several scenic areas, and almost every department has a so-called training center, which is actually a reception area for

internal staff and superiors, but also open to the public.

The hotel was very close to my workplace. On the way, I asked her, "Did you bring your ID?" "Of course I did!

How can I go out without it?" "Let me see." "You doubt my identity?" I quickly said, "That's not what I meant.

I've never seen a police ID before." She took out a black hardcover notebook with the national emblem from her bag (or maybe

brown, I forget).

I opened it; inside was a one-inch photo of her in her police uniform, and her ID card was tucked inside. "Are you relieved now

?" "Yes, if someone checks at night, I'll show them my ID and say I'm on a case." I said with a smile. We

arrived a little while later, chatting and laughing.

At the front desk, I told the clerk who booked the room, and I got the key without registering. I said to her,

"Don't register. It'll be troublesome if your colleagues or classmates see it. This place is full of police dogs." She

lightly punched me.

In the room, I looked around. The conditions were average, about two-star standard, but very clean.

I locked the door, noticed a door latch, and plugged that in as well. It seemed... C's

place might not be very safe.

I took her handbag and put it on the table, helped her take off her trench coat, and took off my own coat. I turned around and

hugged her. "Are you tired from the car ride?" I gently kissed her eyes. "I'm okay." I picked her up and put

her on the bed, saying, "You rest for a while, I'm going to take a shower."

I took off my coat, wearing only my underwear, and went to the bathroom. The water heater was on, and I quickly took a shower.

Thinking about spending the night with her soon, my little brother was already starting to stir.

Back in the room, she was lying on the bed watching TV. I said to her, "You should take a shower too, the water's hot."

She did the same, taking off her coat and going to shower in only her underwear. Her underwear was red and white striped, which made her

figure look so beautiful. After a while, I heard the sound of running water coming from inside. Tempting me, I went to the door, wanting to go in

and see the beautiful woman taking a shower. But when I pushed the door open, I found that she had locked it from the inside.

I tiptoed back to the bed. There were two beds; I lay on the one by the window watching TV,

covered with a blanket. After a while, she finished showering, wearing only her underwear, and followed my example, crawling into the other bed under the covers.

"Come here," I whispered to her. She didn't speak, but got up, lifted my blanket, and crawled in.

I turned and hugged her. "Are you a little nervous?" "Yes." "Don't be afraid, I'm not a bad person."

She buried her head in the pillow, and I pressed my face against hers, my tongue teasing her ear, my hands stroking

her back, then slowly moving down to her buttocks, gently stroking through her underwear.

When , I pressed in a few times, then moved from back to front, rubbing her genitals back and forth. With a little

force, I laid her body flat, placed my legs between hers, and rubbed her high

mons pubis back and forth with my knees.

My hand was already on her chest, groping her breasts. Even through her clothes, I could feel her

nipples hardening. I pinched her breasts and gently bit her nipples. She raised her

arms hugged me.

I lifted her bra; she had taken it off while showering, freeing her breasts.

Her skin was very fair, and her stomach, even before she was married, was flat without any excess fat. My hands grasped her

breasts; they weren't large, but they were firm, and the nipples were like small peanuts.

I lowered my head and kissed her lower abdomen, circling her navel with my tongue. I said to her,

"Your skin is so fair." "You forgot my nickname, 'The One Who Never Gets Tan'." When she first graduated, she did

an internship , basically working on the streets, just roadside posts, exposed to the wind and sun, making her tanned. But...

Her skin was surprisingly good, so her colleagues joked that she "couldn't get tanned," something

she'd told me on QQ before.

My tongue slowly licked upwards from above her navel; her skin was smooth and carried the unique fragrance of a young girl.

I used my hands to squeeze her breasts together, creating a beautiful, deep cleavage, and buried my face deep

between them, feeling a strange warmth.

After a while, I lifted my head and gently licked her nipples back and forth with my tongue. I pressed

my body against hers, spreading her legs apart with my right leg, rubbing my body against her lower body. I think she

could feel the hardness of my penis.

I straightened up, took off her top, and then took off my own. I lowered my head,

kissed her breasts, and slowly slid down along the center of her breasts, past her navel, and stopped.

I knelt between her legs, looking at her lying in front of me. She was embarrassed to look at me and turned her head to

the side . I grabbed the sides of her underwear and started to undress her. She cooperated by lifting her buttocks slightly. Her underwear came down

to her knees, and I pulled down her trousers.

She was wearing a light pink thong with lace trim and a small flower in the center. I leaned down,

admiring her. Her inner thighs were so white, like porcelain. I lifted her legs

slightly and passionately kissed the inside of her thighs. Every now and then, I would

touch ; her panties were already soaked with her juices.

I didn't rush to remove her panties. I stroked the base of her inner thighs with my fingers, then

lifted one edge of her panties, revealing half of her labia. I gently touched it with my tongue, and her legs

suddenly straightened, then slowly lifted again. I pulled her panties to one side, revealing her entire vulva.

Her pubic hair was sparse, soft, and lay flat against her mons pubis. Her labia were small and tightly closed, but

glistening with vaginal fluid that dripped down.

I pressed my lips to hers, sucking hard as if drinking nectar, my tongue swirling around .

Her hands unconsciously gripped her thighs, and she moaned softly.

I finally couldn't resist. I lifted my head, pulled her panties off completely, and parted her labia with my hands

, thrusting my tongue inside. Her body writhed, and my tongue moved with hers. My tongue stimulated

her, and her writhing stimulated me. I lifted my head and attacked her clitoris. The clitoris

was hard and pink. My lips pressed against her vulva like lovers' passionate kisses, inseparable.

My little brother couldn't take it anymore. I turned my body 180 degrees, and her head was right between my

legs . I said to her, "Take off my pants, let me enjoy it too." She obediently did so, and

my little brother was already throbbing with desire.

She hesitated for a moment, then imitated me, first grabbing my big cock and kissing it with her lips,

then licking it with her tongue, before putting my big meat stick into her mouth. She had no experience, she just

licked it with her tongue, not knowing how to move it back and forth. While giving her oral sex, I gently moved my body up and down, my

penis going in and out of her mouth. She gradually got the hang of it, but it was still very stiff.

This position was my favorite. My hands would occasionally lift her buttocks, my mouth would kiss her private parts hard, and

my tongue would try to penetrate her slit. I inserted my hand into her vagina, and she eagerly cooperated.

I slowly inserted my middle finger, and I felt a tightness completely different from that of a woman who had given birth.

This feeling had been gone from me for a long time.

She let out a cry of "Ah!" and stopped sucking on my penis, squeezing her legs tightly together.

I pulled my middle finger out, and her legs naturally opened, as if waiting for me to enter again. Taking advantage of

the slipperiness of her vagina, I thrust my middle finger in and out of her vagina, her juices flowing out continuously. I enjoyed watching this scene;

I loved watching it. After thrusting dozens of times, I inserted my index finger as well, and she squeezed her legs together again.

It was time. I turned around and lay on top of her. Her cheeks were flushed, and her breathing was rapid. I

kissed her. "Don't be nervous, baby, I'll make you feel good."

I spread her legs and lifted them up, my penis pressing against her vulva. I felt a

wetness , and I rubbed my penis against her vulva a few times, mainly to get more juices and

reduce resistance, then slowly but firmly inserted it into her vagina.

She wasn't a virgin, she told me. She had a boyfriend at police academy, and unable to resist his

persistent advances , they had sex at his home during a summer vacation. He lived in the city,

while she lived in the county. However, she eventually broke up with him because she discovered he was a womanizer,

having affairs with several other women behind her back.

Since they were students and lived in strict dormitories, their sexual encounters were

limited. After breaking up with him, she became very cautious about her personal life. She met a few men, but none of them developed into serious

relationships. She met me because I was a married man with a loving family, and we lived far apart

, so it wouldn't affect her future. Another reason was that we often talked about sex online, and she, who

had sexual pleasure. Once, we flirted on QQ, and she reached

orgasm, and I ejaculated too. Unfortunately, there was no video chat back then.

My penis slowly slid in, without resistance, but it felt very tight. My penis was swollen, which felt very

comfortable. I began to move slowly, my hands playing with her breasts. My penis

moved , creating love, creating romance, creating comfort. My hand would occasionally reach down to feel

my penis going in and out of her body's crevice.

Her vaginal fluid flowed down her vagina, and I would touch it with my hand, then put it back on her clitoris, using the slipperiness

to rub her clitoris. At this time, she would twist and turn her body, her legs squeezing together.

My body rode on her body, my penis making

strange vaginal fluid made. I slowed down, straightened my upper body, grabbed her two ankles, and pulled her to the edge of the bed.

I stood on the carpet, put her two legs on my shoulders, and her private parts were fully exposed to me. Her

labia were fully open, engorged with blood, like a ripe peach, revealing the tender red flesh inside.

Part of her pubic hair was wet, like it had been styled with mousse, and it spread out messily in all directions.

I grabbed my big cock and moved closer again. I like watching sex, I like watching my penis enter

a woman's body. She looked at me shyly, and I said to her, "Look, how can something so thick go into your body

? It's so strange."

She raised her upper body and looked curiously too. I aimed the head of my penis at her vagina, and slowly, I watched her labia wrap

around it, then swallow it, and then slowly, I swallowed the whole thing, root to root. Then

I slowly pulled it out and said to her, "Did you see it clearly? If you can't see it, let's do it again." "You're so naughty," she

said. I thrust it in again and asked her, "Does it feel good?" "Yes," she answered. "Since I made you feel good, why

do you say I'm naughty? It's unreasonable." I increased the speed of my thrusting. She leaned her head back, ignoring

me, and closed her eyes to enjoy my sexual feast.

After a hundred or so thrusts, I was a little tired. My penis stopped at the very end of her vagina. I lay on

top , putting her legs under my buttocks. She naturally hooked her legs around my thighs. I

placed her hands on my buttocks, and my chest felt her breasts comfortably against my skin.

I kissed her face and said, "If only we could do this every day!" She thought for a moment and said, "

If we did this every day, I'm afraid you'd get tired of it after a few days." "How could I?" I said against my will, "With a beauty

like by my side, I'd never get tired of it, even when I'm old." "I don't believe it. You and your wife were like this at the beginning,

weren't you? Now you're tired of it too, aren't you?"

I leaned over, hugged her, and lay down on the bed, stroking her buttocks. "Hehe, you don't understand

men. Men like the more the merrier. Isn't it said that you can have a red flag at home and colorful flags flying outside?" "

Dream "

I pushed her with my arm and rolled over, pulling her onto me. "I'm tired. It's your turn to move

around." She straddled me, unsure of what to do. I held her waist with both hands and moved up and down. She

moved up and down on me skillfully. I lay there comfortably, my hands sometimes touching her breasts,

sometimes her clitoris. She was no longer shy like before.

I grabbed her legs, turning her around so her buttocks and back were facing me. I love looking at women's buttocks; I think

they're the most beautiful thing. Her buttocks were beautiful too—firm, not big, but perfectly round. I love round

buttocks.

Her hair was over a foot long, tied in a ponytail. It had just been washed but was almost dry, swaying back and forth on her back. Her

snow-white body contrasted beautifully with her black hair. I pushed her body forward a little, and she leaned forward,

grabbing my calves with both hands. Her buttocks rose and fell, her vagina swallowing my penis.

Her vaginal fluid wet my pubic hair. I pressed her head down a little more, and she lay down completely, her

buttocks magnified in front of me. I gently lifted her buttocks, slowly admiring

the way . I turned on all the lights; I like making love with the lights on, I like the all-around stimulation.

After about a few dozen more thrusts, I pulled my body out from under her, pressed her head onto the bed,

made her stick her buttocks out, and kneel on the bed. I was behind her, holding her buttocks and kissing her.

A woman is most beautiful when viewed from behind. I licked her swollen vulva and her anus, and she moaned in pleasure again.

I knelt behind her and inserted my penis again, reaching forward to touch her breasts.

"This position is what I told you about on QQ, remember? Now I'm keeping my promise." I

held her waist and thrust hard dozens of times. I felt like I was about to collapse.

"I can't take it anymore, I'm going to cum," I said, turning her body around so she lay down, returning to the starting

position. I felt this position was the most comfortable for ejaculation; a strong pleasure stimulated me, and I

increased the speed of my thrusts. This position wasn't just comfortable for me; I wanted her to feel comfortable too.

Soon, she started screaming too. I grabbed her legs and forced my body inside her,

wanting to insert everything. With a strong spasm, a stream of hot liquid shot into her

body. I lowered her legs, letting her tightly grip my penis. I thrust in a few more times, then lay

motionless on top of her.

We rested for a while, covered in sweat. Men are really something else; after ejaculating that cum, even

the best woman loses her interest. We each took a shower and came back to lie in bed watching TV. If it

were any other woman, I would have been fast asleep long ago, but I knew this woman was hard-won, and I might

never see her again.

While watching TV, my hands started groping her body again. After about 30 minutes, my

penis hard again. I pulled back the covers, lay between her legs, and assumed a 69 position. Her genitals were a little red and swollen,

the result of my victory. She played with my slightly hard penis in her mouth.

Slowly, I felt I could fight again, so I immediately picked up my weapon and went back to battle. But later she got tired and

said to me, "I really can't go on anymore. Maybe it's because I'm tired from the car ride. Just do whatever you want." I was a little disappointed, but since I was in

the mood, I was determined to fight to the end. This time it lasted longer than last time, but it didn't feel as good.

I hadn't fought twice in one night in a long time.

I woke up at almost 7 a.m. I slept in a separate bed from her. I don't like sleeping in the same bed with someone;

it feels uncomfortable. She was still fast asleep. I got up, boiled some water, poured it into a cup, and then sat on the bed,

looking at the woman on the opposite bed.

It was truly amazing. Two complete strangers, separated by thousands of miles, were connected by the internet, sleeping in the same

room, and eventually becoming connected by blood. This is the power of technology, the power of the internet. The internet is truly a wonderful

thing .

Thinking about this, I stood up, stretched, lifted her blanket, and crawled in. I was completely naked

; I like sleeping naked.

She had put on all her clothes before bed, curled up, and fell asleep with her back to me. I lay down next to her,

my arms around her as she slept. She woke up with a start, mumbled something, and turned over. I kissed

her face, which was flushed from sleep, and asked, "Did you sleep well?" She just hummed in response, without opening her eyes.

I held her tightly, and she hugged me back. My hands slid down her back to her buttocks,

which were round and firm. I slid down a little and pulled down her pants, because my penis was hard again.

Her hand slid down my back, touching my buttocks and then my erect penis. She

mumbled "Are you alright?" "How do you feel?" I asked her back. I kissed her eyes:

"Wake up, remember this day." "I need to go to the bathroom," she said, getting up and going to

the bathroom .

She came out about ten minutes later, having already washed up. Since it wasn't time to turn on the heating yet,

she shivered as she ran over and crawled into bed, hugging me tightly. Her body felt a little cold, so I

quickly hugged her back, warming her with my own body.

"What if I miss you later?" I asked her. "Then call me." "A phone call

can't solve real problems." "Hehe," she laughed, "Then come find me." "Sigh, when will I have a chance

to go out ? I really want to hide you away and secretly look at you every day." This time I spoke from the heart. I

was a little strange. The ancients said, "A day as husband and wife is worth a hundred days of kindness." Why do I feel

so reluctant to part with her after we have a physical relationship? Is it because having a physical relationship is equivalent to having a blood relationship?

I was really a little sad. Her cold body was melted by me. My hand touched her vulva, which was a little dry. It

was probably not the right time yet, so I crawled into the quilt, put my head between her legs, and kissed her with my tongue

. She also took my penis and kissed it.

Love juice came out, and her vagina opened. I turned around, spread her legs, and inserted my penis

again . She closed her eyes and silently endured it.

"Whose is bigger, mine or your ex-boyfriend's?" This is

a question every man wants to know, especially when you know she's had a boyfriend before, or when you've won a competition with another man

. "Yours is bigger." I even confirmed this with her later. "Is it comfortable with me?"

"Yes, very comfortable. You have a lot of tricks up your sleeve." I smiled with satisfaction.

I brought her to orgasm again, and I ejaculated during her orgasm. I lay on top of her and said,

"Let's just die like this." "Okay, then we'll be the news tomorrow." "Are you in your

safe period? What if you get pregnant?" "I don't know, I thought you had a way." "I thought

you had condoms in your bag, why didn't you bring them?" "Go to hell, I don't even have a boyfriend." "It's okay, if you get

pregnant, just give birth, and when he grows up, he'll come looking for his father." "You're shameless. I need to think about buying some pills later,

I know there's a kind of emergency contraceptive."

It was already 8:05, I called the office and asked a colleague to ask the boss for leave. Then

I held her and lay down for a while, I needed to recover my energy.

It was already 9 o'clock when we finished washing up. After checking out of the hotel, I took her to have breakfast. I originally wanted to go to

McDonald 's, but I changed my mind because I didn't want to be seen by acquaintances. In a small town, you know everyone. I

took her on my motorcycle, and as soon as we stepped out, we ran into a close friend. I greeted him, and he gave me a

knowing smile. "Damn it," I muttered under my breath and left.

I had originally planned to take her to see a few sights before leaving in the afternoon, but she suggested

leaving because she needed to go to school to register and pick up materials, and she was worried she wouldn't have enough time in the afternoon. I was really reluctant to let her go.

On the way to the station, we passed a pharmacy, and I stopped, steeling myself to buy the medicine—I

couldn't very well let them pay for my pleasure.

When I arrived at the station, a train was about to depart. I bought her a ticket, said goodbye, and watched her find

a seat . She waved to me, who was standing outside. I stood there for a while longer, then decided it wasn't necessary,

waved back, and left with a heavy heart.

That afternoon, I received a text from her telling me everything was arranged, she had taken her medication, and I shouldn't worry. She said she would go straight home after the three-day

training , and that she had a great time with me. But I remained unhappy for several days.

Later, we would talk on the phone every now and then. I learned she was dating a military officer, then I learned she was

getting married , and after that, we talked on the phone less and saw each other less online. Later, I got video calls.

One day at noon, I suddenly saw her online and quickly chatted with her for a while, then turned on video. She said it was her younger brother and that

she had to go to work soon. I said I wanted to see her, and at first she disagreed, but then she lifted her clothes to show me her breasts, which

were bigger than before. Then she took off her pants, and I saw the place where I had once fought. Just as I was about to take a closer look

, she put her clothes back on and said, "Good brother, I'm really going to be late. Let's talk later." She kissed me and

quickly went offline.

Later, she told me she was getting married. I sent her a Tanmujiang comb because I love her

long hair. I love how she thinks of me every time she combs her hair, like my hand caressing her beautiful hair.

She also wrote me an email, which I replied to. It was a very affectionate reply that moved me deeply, and she was even more

moved . She said she cried after reading it.

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