I met a young woman while working as a security guard at the China Construction Bank.

After graduating from a third-rate university with a computer science degree, I found a sales job at a small computer mall. Being an undergraduate selling computers, I did quite well and stayed for two years. However, after a dispute with the boss, I quit in a fit of anger, and my girlfriend took the opportunity to leave me.

In despair, I paid a 500 yuan deposit to join a security company, receiving two sets of security uniforms in return. After a brief two-hour training, I was assigned to a relatively large branch of the China Construction Bank in the commercial district.

The bank also provided me with some business training, and I was officially allowed to start work the next day. Because it was my first day, I got up very early, put my uniform in a plastic bag, and headed out. In a small alleyway near rented houses, I saw a beautiful figure ahead. My little brother, who had just fallen asleep, started to rise again.

The woman in front of me was wearing a semi-transparent white short-sleeved shirt, and her bra was also white, barely visible. She wore black pants that just went past her knees; they looked very thin, and you could vaguely see the outline of her underwear. Her buttocks weren't large, but they were round and firm. She was petite, her exposed calves shaped like spindles, her skin very white and delicate.

I took out my phone and followed her, snapping a couple of pictures of her back and her buttocks first. I've always had a thing for buttocks, and since the beautiful woman wasn't walking very fast, I slowly followed her to the bus stop.

Many people were waiting for the bus, which was severely overcrowded. It stopped right in front of me, and I boarded, pressed tightly against her buttocks. I'm not very tall, only 168cm, and behind this petite beauty, my penis was pressed right between her buttocks.

She seemed to notice, turning her head and giving me a glare. My face burned, and I quickly said, "Excuse me… look at all these… so many people…" She didn't say anything, turning her head away, and I could only let my penis remain pressed against her buttocks with the swaying of the bus. Perhaps it was because of her small frame, but despite her petite stature, her buttocks were soft and comfortable; I was captivated… Unfortunately, this city was too small, and I arrived at my destination in 15 minutes. Pressed against the beautiful woman's buttocks, I got off the bus. She turned around: "Why are you following me?"

I was nervous, having just offended her, and stammered, "I... I work up ahead!" I wiped the sweat from my brow.

Perhaps my bespectacled, refined appearance deceived her, because she didn't say anything. I quickly passed her and arrived at the bank entrance. It wasn't open yet, so I stood there waiting. Just then, the beautiful woman walked over and saw me standing there, surprised!

"Why are you standing here?"

"I work here," I replied, finally less nervous.

The woman smiled: "Looks like we're colleagues."

"I'm the new security guard, my name is Wu Peng."

She said "Oh," took out her key, opened the roller shutter door, and didn't say anything more. I went in after her. The floor was a bit dirty, so I started cleaning. In less than ten minutes, everyone was there, and the morning meeting began.
Director Jin pulled me aside and introduced me to everyone: "This is Wu Peng, our new security guard. He'll be working with us from now on, so please welcome him."

After the sparse applause subsided, she continued, "This is Zhan Jie (she mispronounced it as 'Shen'), she works at the VIP window, on the administrative shift." (She was about twenty-four or twenty-five years old, with an arrogant expression. When I introduced her, her lips twitched slightly, which I took as a response. Even so, I was still amazed by her exquisite features, especially her lips, which had an indescribable allure. In that instant, she had deeply penetrated my heart.) "This is Yang Wenjie, the lobby manager, teller number five." (She was about thirty years old, very tall, around 1.65 meters.) She was just the same height as me in heels. She had distinct features, a slightly upturned nose, and was very pretty. She was wearing a white shirt, and her chest was quite full. "This is Peng Wei," she said, pointing to the girl who came with me. She works at counter number 4, mainly handling loss reporting and corporate transactions. "This is Jiang Wu, teller number 1 (my first impression was of her breasts, then her baby face, round, about 157cm tall). And there's Li Qian, teller number 2. Counters 1 and 2 work in shifts; there are two more coming in the afternoon."

Next, Director Jin introduced Sister Long (in her early 30s, with deep dimples when she smiled, a slight belly, and a fleshy appearance) and Brother Li from the non-cash service area. She also gave me the key to the restroom, had me change into my uniform, and explained the work schedule. I was officially on duty.

In this small city, we didn't need to stand while serving; there was a table and a chair with a back. Sister Yang (Yang Wenjie) taught me how to fill out various forms for deposits, withdrawals, transfers, card applications, special services, and reporting lost cards, then she took her folder and left.

Besides the Construction Bank, the power bureau also had four other service windows, all staffed by women, all very beautiful, one of whom was pregnant.

Work is always exciting at first. Every day I spent helping customers fill out forms, transferring money at ATMs, sweeping, buying breakfast, and doing other miscellaneous tasks.

After a week, I was getting incredibly bored. Fortunately, China Life Insurance Company sent a salesperson named Yang, who was exactly twenty years old and had a very pure and innocent look. She ended up doing most of my work. I spent my days chatting with the beautiful women, occasionally glancing at them behind the counters. At night, I would fantasize about them.

Yang was very talkative, and within a couple of days I became familiar with insurance and started helping her promote it to customers. One day she closed a 100,000 yuan policy and was very happy. She invited me to dinner, and I happily accepted.

"Insurance isn't easy to sell, why did you choose it?" I asked.

“I wanted to challenge myself, and I feel that other jobs are just as difficult. Take you, a security guard, for example. You only make 800 yuan a month, rent is 200 yuan, and a boxed lunch is 8 yuan. That's 8 x 3 x 30 = 720 yuan a month. Luckily, you don't smoke. Besides, if you want to find a girlfriend, the expenses will be even greater. You basically can't support yourself.”

She was very shrewd and immediately calculated my income and expenses to a high degree. Indeed, I am currently living beyond my means.

"Indeed, the economy is overheated, leading to inflation and rapidly rising prices. On the other hand, the US dollar is depreciating in the international currency market, resulting in a de facto appreciation of the RMB. This simultaneous appreciation and depreciation is like having two hands tightly gripping the necks of ordinary people (I used the gesture of two hands choking someone), making life increasingly difficult. Furthermore, taxes and fees are increasing every year. Statistics show that approximately 50% of social wealth is controlled by the government, a typical case of a rich country but poor people."

"Although China is currently very successful in the world and has a high international standing, the living standards of ordinary working people are only slightly better than those of some African countries." "

We are now following the old path of the Ming Dynasty. The tax reform in 1996 was based on the same principle as Zhang Juzheng's tax-sharing system. We implemented large-scale centralization, the consequence of which is severe corruption. Look at our regional leaders; this time, the economic issues involved amount to over 30 million yuan. The disgraced land bureau chief embezzled over 12 million yuan. The former mayor of Beijing, Chen Xitong, and the former secretary of the Jiangxi Provincial Party Committee, Hu Changqing, also embezzled similar sums."

"Another consequence of such large-scale centralization of power is that everyone is scrambling to become a civil servant and squeeze into government departments. This was the case with the once-powerful Roman Empire. A thousand years ago, the great Roman philosopher Aristotle said: 'When a nation is vying to enter government departments, that nation is in danger.'"

"Take the Ming Dynasty for example. The laws were so strict, yet Emperor Zhu often executed tens of thousands of officials at a time. Corrupt officials still came one after another. We're still considering abolishing the death penalty, and Party members are practically immune from death—how can we not be corrupt? But what's better than the Ming Dynasty is that technology is so advanced now. Machines do many things, efficiency is high, and transparency is great. It's not like the emperor is all-powerful anymore. So our society is developing rapidly; it's just that life is a little harder for ordinary people like us..."

"Look at those farmers selling vegetables on the street. They can't even afford a pound of meat in a day, and meat costs 14 yuan a pound! And they still get chased all over the streets by those awful city management officers..."

And so, I rambled on about everything under the sun, from ancient times to the present, from national affairs to everyday life. Xiao Yang was completely captivated. Sometimes angry, sometimes fascinated... Before she knew it, the afternoon was over.
When it was time to leave work, I offered to take her home, since we could chat on the way. As we crossed the street, a car approached from the side. I grabbed her hand; her delicate skin made my heart race at the touch. I didn't want to let go. Once we were on the other side, she hurriedly pulled her hand away, head down, face flushed.

"I'll go buy some groceries. Come to my place, I'll cook for you!" she suggested.

"Okay!" I was worried about dinner.

We went to the market; I'd never been before, and everything felt new and exciting. Soon she bought some potatoes, green peppers, and about three ounces of pork with a good balance of fat and lean.

She was from the countryside, so she rented a place near a local university. The rent was cheap—150 yuan a month for a single room with a bathroom. There was a small balcony outside the room, and a pink pair of underwear and a bra hung on the clothesline. When she saw me look up, she blushed again, a little embarrassed.

"Don't you have a boyfriend?" I asked.

"We broke up recently," she said sadly, and silently squatted down to prepare the groceries.

"I'll take care of the side dishes, you go get the pork." I snatched the potatoes from her hand and started peeling them with a knife.

After preparing all the vegetables, she brought out an electric kettle (the kind used for boiling water), put the fatty pork in, and prepared to render some oil.

"Can this thing even cook?"

"I don't have money for anything better, so this will have to do. Stand aside, I'll make sure you experience the most delicious food in the world later."

After rendering the oil, she put the lean pork in and stir-fried it, added some soy sauce and ginger, and then added green peppers. When the green peppers were half-cooked, she filled two large bowls with water, then added the potatoes and covered the pot. I was dumbfounded watching this process. Although I can't cook, I've seen many people cook and know a little bit, but I've never seen a cooking method like this before.

"These green peppers... can... can they be cooked like this?" I tried to ask my question. She said she'd talk about it after we ate. I didn't say anything. The dish was ready in no time, she turned off the heat, and carried the pot to a stool. Then she pulled out two small stools from under the bed and filled two bowls with rice.

"It's been so long since I've had such a hearty meal." She rubbed her hands together, picked up her chopsticks, and grabbed a piece of potato. "Let's eat."

I was hungry too, so I picked up my chopsticks and started eating. It tasted really good, though a bit hot. In May, it was already quite hot in this small southern town.

Soon I was sweating profusely, and so was she. Her white short-sleeved shirt (her work uniform) was soaked through, and her bra was faintly visible inside. My little brother involuntarily stood up.

"It would be so nice to have some ice-cold beer to cool off," she said.

"I'll go out and buy some." I immediately stood up; I really wanted something cold to eat too. I bought six bottles of ice-cold beer from a small shop at the alley entrance.

"Why did you buy so many?" she asked.

"A thousand cups are not enough when drinking with a bosom friend. Let's drink to our hearts' content," I said. Then she took out two stainless steel student lunchboxes and filled them both with beer.

"Cheers!" We clinked our glasses, and I took a big gulp.

Then we drank and chatted, and this time it was her turn to talk non-stop.

“You’re a man, you need to learn to live well, save more money, you’ll have to support your wife and kids in the future. Don’t always eat takeout, it’s expensive and bad for your health. Look at me, I spent 30 yuan on a second-hand rice cooker, and another 30 yuan on this water-boiling device (she tapped the edge of the pot with her chopsticks), I cook for myself, saving a lot of money.”

“When you’re eating alone, just steam an egg or a ham in the rice cooker, then soak a packet of seaweed in soup, that’s enough… Look at potatoes, they’re a great thing, you can steam them, boil them, stir-fry them, deep-fry them, just add some water and salt, boil them and you can

have them as a meal…” What a thrifty woman, we drank sip by sip. I don’t drink much, so I drank slowly, but she drank bottle after bottle, and before we knew it, it was time to turn on the lights. We were still drinking.
It was very hot, and there were still two bottles left. I took off my shirt, and she went to the bathroom and changed into a nightgown. She was wearing a pale purple bra, which was already unhooked, revealing two erect nipples through the semi-transparent fabric, and her pink panties were faintly visible.

"Brother, let's continue." She sat down opposite me; the stool was low, and she seemed a little tipsy, even spreading her legs. My head instantly went blank, and I almost lost consciousness. I quickly recovered, my heart rate nearly 120 beats per minute, and my hand holding the glass trembled slightly.

"You're drunk," she said.

"I'm not drunk, drink." We finished all the drinks, talked a lot, and went to the bathroom countless times, averaging once every half hour. A large pot of food was also finished.

I said, "Your cooking is so delicious, I'll go wash the dishes and pots." Then I got up, took the bowls and pots into the bathroom. "I wish I could eat your cooking every day." I didn't turn around. There was no
sound after me. After a short while, I suddenly heard sobbing. I put the washed dishes under the trinkets rack and quickly turned around to ask, "What's wrong?"

"He also said... sob..." She sounded very sad.

"What did you say?"

She didn't answer, and cried even harder. I went over and slowly placed my hand on her head. She stood up and hugged me tightly. Her soft body, her two soft breasts pressed against my chest through the thin silk fabric.

My penis became severely aroused again, pressing against her lower abdomen. I felt guilty; she was in this state, and I was still filled with lust like an animal. But due to the alcohol, my almost naked body made me feel like I was holding a ball of dry tinder, ready to burst into flames at the slightest spark. Suddenly, she looked up and kissed my lips, and we ignited.

We kissed each other wildly. I was clumsy, my tongue licking around her lips, not knowing how to kiss her. Suddenly, her little tongue came out, and I sucked on it hard, and she sucked on mine too.
She freed one hand to undo my pants, and I was inspired. I laid her down on the bed and pulled her nightgown straps off her arms. Her breasts were exposed to the air, not very large, just big enough to be grasped in one hand, and her nipples were already hard. I couldn't resist taking those lovely buds into my mouth, and she couldn't help but moan.

At this point, I wasn't in a hurry anymore, and the knowledge I had learned from watching Japanese adult films came in handy. I clumsily played with her breasts with my tongue and fingers. She kept swaying her body, her hands exploring towards my crotch.
I'm very ticklish, so I shrank back, my face now right in front of her pink panties. I reached out and pulled down her pants. She tried to help with one hand, but it was too weak; her pants were mercilessly pulled down. Her pubic hair was just the right amount, neither too long nor too short, softly lying on her pubic bone. She quickly covered her crotch with her hands, closed her eyes, and dared not look at me.

I quickly stripped myself naked and pressed myself against her. I began a new round of attacks with my tongue, and she slowly began to respond, cooperating with me. I don't know when, but her legs were spread apart, wrapped around the back of my thighs and calves; she was already very aroused. Thus, my penis encountered a warm, moist place, but couldn't enter. In the midst of my frantic thrusting, she reached out her soft little hand and guided my penis inside. I immediately felt a warm, moist sensation envelop me; my penis trembled, and she contracted and responded from within.

Using knowledge I'd learned from porn, I lifted my buttocks and slowly moved, and she moaned again. I couldn't help but move faster, and she responded enthusiastically. After a few thrusts, I suddenly felt my consciousness blurring, and she tightened her grip on my legs. Finally, I ejaculated, collapsing onto her.

Suddenly, I sat up, looking at her private area, my fluids flowing between her pink labia. I was so worried she might be pregnant. She seemed to understand my thoughts. "Is this your first time?" she asked.
"No."

"Then who was your first time with?"

"Probably with this hand!" I held up my left hand.

She chuckled: "Silly boy, how could it be your first time? Don't worry, you won't have a baby. Today is my safe period."

"When was your first time?"

"Two years ago, after being with my boyfriend for two years," she said.

I knew that mentioning her boyfriend made her sad. Perhaps a girl as beautiful as her must have a very good boyfriend, I thought. I remember pursuing many girls in college, but failing with any of them. My later girlfriend was introduced by a friend. This passive personality led to my unfortunate love life. But I never expected to end up like this with Xiao Yang. I was a little expectant, a little nervous, and a little excited.

"What are you thinking about? Go wash up!" She got up, and I saw two small dimples on her waist above her buttocks, and my heart skipped a beat. My favorite actress, Aida Yuya, was here!
We were both covered in sweat, and the cool water felt incredibly refreshing. I quickly got hard again in front of her beautiful body. She slapped my penis and said, "You're so annoying." Then she grabbed some shower gel and carefully washed herself. I gently massaged her breasts; her skin wasn't very white, but it was very smooth and comfortable. We finished washing quickly, and I couldn't resist anymore. I dried her off with a towel and carried her to bed.

Thanks to my theoretical knowledge of adult films and my previous experience, I finished our intercourse with little effort, and it lasted quite a while; we were both very satisfied.

"Be my girlfriend, and I'll treat you well," I said, holding her afterward.

"I wasn't a virgin before we were together," she said softly.

"I don't care."

"Men all care. My boyfriend had a nagging feeling for me for two years because I didn't bleed the first time we slept together. We finally broke up."

"That kind of person isn't worth your sadness."

"Actually, I'm not sad because of him, I just really can't bear to let go of two years of relationship. Go ahead, we can still be good friends."

"Why won't you accept me?"

"I don't want to repeat the past relationship. You're not the one I want. You can't even support yourself now, how can you be with me?"

I was heartbroken, but there was nothing more to say. I silently got dressed and left Xiao Yang's place. I've finally become a real man. I'm going to work hard, save money, and have my own career. I'm full of ambition.

The next day, Xiao Yang came to work with a sunny smile again. "Good morning!" "Morning!" She greeted everyone at our branch. It was as if nothing had happened yesterday. I wondered if I was dreaming.

Just then, the armored truck arrived, and I was called to get the cash box again. I took it to the counter. As I was leaving, Peng Wei called out to me, "Hey, come out and enter my password, six 8s."

She finally called me! Ever since I argued with her on the bus, she hadn't spoken to me for almost a month.

Maybe I'd been too good at it—cleaning and maintaining order every day. Since I arrived, the counter staff's workload had increased significantly, and there were fewer customer arguments and disturbances. Manager Luo even praised me at the morning meeting.

"Tonight at 7:30, our company is having a business training session for counter staff in the conference room on the 9th floor of the Construction Bank headquarters. You should attend!" Xiao Yang told me.

I often promoted insurance with her, and I'd always wanted to experience insurance company training, partly to improve my skills and help her more.

I arrived promptly at 7:30. Director Jin asked me to sit with the branch staff, and Zhan Jie sat next to me. She always had a stern face and wore her uniform; I didn't even dare look at her too much, even though I liked her the most. Tonight she wore a white spaghetti strap dress with a red top draped over her shoulders; she looked stunning.

I was surprised to see she was quite well-endowed; it made my mouth water. She glanced at me, then turned away to chat with Peng Wei.

These bank employees were quite undisciplined; some were chatting, some were making phone calls, and Sister Yang was even using a pair of shoe insoles to do so. First, the bank manager spoke, and they didn't dare to be too unruly. Next, the director in charge of insurance sales spoke, and the discipline was completely off.

Then, an insurance company instructor gave a business training session, which was met with sparse applause and even more noise. This instructor was a woman in her twenties, probably unmarried.

She calmly paused for a few seconds, and the room quieted down a bit. Then she said, "It's a great honor to discuss some sales skills with you all from the Construction Bank. Let's play a game. Please extend both hands and your index fingers. When I count 'one, two, three, four,' clap your index fingers together. When I count 'two, two, three, four,' switch to your index and middle fingers, and so on..."

She then began to lead everyone in clapping as she counted: "One, two, three, four (claps four times with index fingers), one, two, three, four, two, two, three, four (claps four times with index and middle fingers), three, two, three, four, three, two, three, four, five, two, three, four (claps with both hands), five, two, three, four, five, two, three, four..." As she continued counting "five, two, three, four," the applause grew louder and louder. The applause grew louder and louder… Then she said, “Thank you all for such a warm response. Let’s give ourselves a round of applause…” Her class was wonderful; it lasted until 10 pm, and no one slacked off. After the class, everyone scattered like birds. Since there was only one elevator and it was too crowded, I decided to walk down. At this point, Shen Jie and Peng Wei didn’t want to squeeze into the elevator, so I told them to go first. The stairs were narrow and dimly lit, making it feel like a scene from a horror movie. After about three floors, I said, “We’ve been walking for so long, why haven’t we reached the bottom yet?”

They were probably already feeling uneasy, and when I said that, they screamed even louder.

I said in a soft voice, “I wish we could just keep going like this, spiraling down, with no end in sight.” At this point, they screamed even louder, and Peng Wei got angry: “Shut up, will you?” They didn’t know whether to walk or run, so they followed my pace and finally reached the bottom floor.

"We've finally escaped hell," I joked.

"Think you're so clever!" Peng Wei scoffed coldly. Then she strode to the roadside, hailed a taxi, and sped away.

I was annoyed by her words and could only head home as well. Peng Wei lived nearby; I rented a place on a hillside, and Peng Wei owned the house. I walked quickly and soon reached the alley. It was dark, with no streetlights, and I could only make my way forward by the faint light from the main road.

After turning a corner, I saw several dark figures ahead and heard a girl's cries for help, "Please let me go, I'll give you my phone and money." It was Peng Wei's voice.

I stopped and slowly crouched down. I saw two young men cornering Peng Wei against the wall, groping her. I didn't think much of it; I just wanted to save her. But seeing that they were holding knives, and knowing I was a third-degree disabled person, all skin and bones, I figured I was doomed. Peng Wei was held at knifepoint, her t-shirt pulled up above her breasts, her white chest reflecting a faint light.

I was anxious, groping around the wall for a while before finally finding a small stone. The kind with little power. Having a weapon is better than nothing, so I took the key from my waistband, opened the small scissors, and slowly moved closer.

Peng Wei had been forced to unhook her bra; if I didn't act soon, my beauty would be lost.

I rushed forward, gripping the stone in my palm, punching one man with my right fist, then stabbing another in the shoulder with the scissors in my left. The one stabbed immediately crouched in pain, howling against the wall (so useless).
Another slashed at me with his knife; I blocked with my left hand, a sharp pain almost knocking me over. I kicked him in the stomach, and he crouched down. Another punched me in the back of the head; I was dizzy, turned around, and stabbed him wildly with the scissors.

Peng Wei finally realized what was happening, kicked the person who had been on the ground twice, and ran away, shouting to me as she ran, "Run!" So I followed her and ran as fast as I could towards her house.

Once inside, we locked the gate to the yard and sat down on the ground, panting heavily. Only then did she realize it was me. I don't know where I'd been hit, but after catching my breath, I suddenly vomited. I was extremely dizzy and couldn't stand up.

Peng Wei came over and started patting my face, calling me "Little Wu, Little Wu." It felt like she was patting me harder than my dad used to slap me when I was a child. I was already panting heavily, and with her patting, I spat into her chest again.

She pushed me to the ground and hurriedly said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." I was furious with her. "Give me some water," I pleaded. She then hurriedly ran into the house and brought me a ladle of water. I drank a small sip and finally felt a little better. But I still couldn't stand up.

She had to help me walk across the small courtyard to the living room. Once the lights were on, I realized no one was home and asked why. She said her parents' workplace had organized a trip for retired cadres.

I felt sweat all over my body, touched my arm, and saw my hand covered in blood. My vision went black, and I knew nothing more. I've always been afraid of blood.

When I woke up, there were five bandages on the wound on my arm. I was still lying on the floor, and Peng Wei was anxiously patting my face.

"Please, be gentle!" Hearing me speak, she was startled at first, then laughed.

"A grown man faints at the sight of blood." I felt embarrassed by her words.

Then she said she'd get me some clothes so I could shower. I said I'd go back, but she wouldn't let me because she was afraid of going out again. So I had to go along with her, saying, "Anyway, I'm single, I have nothing to lose." "What do you mean?" Peng Wei scolded.

I quickly smiled apologetically and went to shower. Since the wound was wet, I simply tore off the bandages. After showering, I went outside wearing only my pants. Peng Wei immediately called me a pervert, telling me to put on some clothes, saying I looked awful with my skinny frame. I showed her my arm, and she stopped saying anything, just putting a few more band-aids on it. Then she brought me a thin blanket and threw it on me, saying, "You can sleep here." Then she went to shower too.

I couldn't sleep, so I turned on the TV. Peng Wei came out, wearing long sleeves and pants, completely covered up. I was a little disappointed. I lay down and watched an entertainment program. She happened to like it too, so she lay down on another bed and started watching.

We chatted casually. I mostly listened, and she talked. She talked a lot about her school days and childhood, saying that her parents raised her like a boy when she was little, which led to her current personality. She even showed me old photos. I thought she looked quite girly, and she said, "I'm a girl, okay?"... I don't know when I fell asleep, or when I woke up. The TV was still on, and Peng Wei was gone. I needed to use the restroom, and as soon as I got up, I was startled to see her curled up on the floor like a bug, seemingly very cold. I covered her with my blanket and then went to the restroom.

Seeing her clothes in the laundry basket, I couldn't resist picking them up and smelling them. There was a strong smell of sweat, but even stronger was her unique body odor, a wonderful scent, like the fragrance of my dreams.
I picked up her panties, white cotton, with a faint stain down the center. Imagining that this small piece of fabric had once touched her private parts, I instantly became erect. Normally, I would have already masturbated from the smell, but I didn't want to defile her, my little beauty.

I went back to the living room; she'd definitely catch a cold lying on the floor like that. I took the plunge and slowly picked her up, carrying her to the room closest to the living room, and gently placed her on the bed. She was sleeping so soundly, she wouldn't know what I did to her, would she? A wicked thought arose in my mind. I gently touched her chest; it felt soft and yielding. My little brother was already standing tall and proud. I slapped my right hand with my left and cursed, "Damn it!" They trusted me so much, and I did something so despicable. Then I went back to the living room and struggled with myself before finally falling asleep.

I was woken up by a slap, and I had to admire Peng Wei's claws. As soon as I opened my eyes, my ear was twisted. "How did I end up in the bedroom?" It took me a while to realize she was being annoying and deliberately teasing me.

"Guess how you got in?" I grinned slyly.

"You pervert, you took advantage of me! I'll make you pay!" she yelled, hitting me as she went. I couldn't take it anymore and could only beg for mercy.

"Grandma, check if you're missing anything before you settle the score with me." She glanced down at her body, seemingly finding nothing missing, and then stopped pursuing the matter and went to wash up. She treated me to breakfast: a bowl of porridge and twenty fried dumplings. I had to admire her appetite.

I went to the bus stop, and it was always crowded. I had no choice but to squeeze in every time, and it was the same scene as the first time. I apologized again. This time, she didn't glare at me; instead, she seemed understanding. My hand became even more brazen on her shoulder. It felt like we were a couple. I was lost in my fantasies

when she turned her head and said, "Take your stinky hands away, don't push your luck." I was choked by her saliva.

However, since then, Peng Wei's attitude towards me has completely changed. I can even joke with her more often now. Like, how will you repay me? Will you repay me with your body? Every time, she'll playfully scold me, calling me a toad dreaming of a swan. I'll say that eating swan meat is my lifelong dream, although I know it's impossible, but having a dream is better than having none.

Yang Jie had been in a very bad mood for the past few days, and I kept trying to find an opportunity to talk to her. Finally, she asked me to have dinner with her that evening. We went to a simple but elegant little restaurant. Yang Jie seemed to come here often; the waiters all recognized her. We ordered some dishes, which were very beautiful. They were all vegetarian, but the tofu, cut into shreds like meat, tasted like meat, and the tofu, cut into ham shapes, tasted like ham. I had a great appetite, and Yang Jie said with concern, "Eat slowly, no one will take it from you." She ate a few bites and then stopped eating, and I finished all the dishes. She said her husband used to bring her here, and they used to come often, but they hadn't been here for a long time. She and her husband had argued because he was having an affair and wanted a divorce. We talked for a long time, and then she dragged me to a bar. It was my first time in a bar. Inside, a few third-rate rock musicians were playing and shouting loudly, and a few girls in swimsuits were doing pole dancing.

Sister Yang sat in a small corner, ordered two small bottles of baijiu (Chinese liquor), two cans of Wanglaoji herbal tea, and two cans of Sprite. She asked the waiter for a large glass and mixed them all together. We started drinking. I didn't like the taste, but she kept ordering glass after glass, asking twice more until she was almost collapsed on the floor. It was almost midnight by then. I had no choice but to drag her away, call a taxi, and take her home, hoping her husband would be home.

She lived in a villa in the hillside apartment complex, a whole small house. It was dark, so I guessed no one was home.

I had to take the key from her handbag and open the door. As soon as I entered, she let out a loud "whoosh" towards my neck, and then I smelled a pungent odor, followed by a mixture of liquid and solid substances, like a mudslide, flowing down my body. Sister Yang was leaning against me, her full breasts pressed against my shoulder, but I didn't care about any of that. We were both a sorry sight.

I laid her on the carpet and went to the bathroom, a large bathroom with a big bathtub. I took off my shirt and filled the tub with water. Then I came out, not caring about anything else, and started unbuttoning Yang Jie's clothes one by one. She was very voluptuous, and when I saw her light green bra, my blood boiled. I took off my outer clothes, unzipped the side of her skirt, and slowly pulled it down until I couldn't pull any further from her buttocks. I turned her over, and she was wearing a thong. I felt a surge of urge to get a nosebleed.

I tried to pick her up, but she was too tall and voluptuous to lift. At this moment, she stood up on her own and walked straight to the bathroom, unhooking her bra as she went. She took off her panties by the bathtub, lay down, and drifted off to sleep.

I looked at her helplessly, like an old flame, stripped naked, and entered her. I gently kissed her lips, and she slowly responded, becoming more and more passionate. She wrapped her arms around my neck, rolled over, pinned me down, and mounted me.

I grabbed her full breasts with both hands, kneading and squeezing them. She seemed very aroused, grabbing my penis in the water and inserting it into her, into a warmer, wetter place. She moved wildly up and down; I don't know if it was because my foreskin was a bit long or because of the water, but my glans hurt, but more than that, I felt pleasure, and soon I surrendered. After all that, Sister Yang finally came to her senses.

We washed ourselves thoroughly and then returned to her bedroom. Her wedding photo with her husband hung on the wall. I removed the towel from her body, laid her flat on the bed, and began to lick her body inch by inch, and she let out soul-stirring moans. I really have to thank Japanese porn; it taught me so much.

I turned her over; her skin was smooth, her buttocks were slightly upturned, and she had a great figure, not like a woman who had given birth. I gently swept my tongue across her shoulders, her waist, her hips, and her legs. She turned over again; from the front, her pubic hair wasn't sparse, but it was thick, long, black, and shiny—very sexy. Her genital skin was very white, with slightly darker labia minora, but overall it was pink.

This was the first time I had ever looked at a woman's genitals so closely. I couldn't resist bringing my mouth close. I gently touched her clitoris with my tongue. She let out a soft, sensual moan; it was already overflowing with desire.
She pressed down on me, taking my penis into her mouth and placing her large buttocks in front of me. I extended my fingers and slowly inserted them; she sucked with great effort, and I dug with great effort, my entire palm getting wet.

She sat on me again, but this time with her back to me. I saw my penis moving in and out of her vagina, unimpeded. Her anus was beautiful, like a small chrysanthemum. Her buttocks were beautifully shaped.

Thinking about these things, my penis twitched, and I felt an urge to ejaculate. I grabbed her buttocks and stopped. I slowly knelt up, and she slowly lay down. It was my first time trying doggy style, and I kept losing control.
I lost my patience, wildly flipped her over, and mounted her, pounding away until Yang Jie cried out "Husband! Darling!" Her cries grew louder, and she started swaying her whole body. Suddenly, her vagina began to contract rhythmically, like someone was giving me oral sex. I couldn't help but ejaculate too. What a seductive woman, I thought afterward. Jiang

Wu suddenly told me today that it's her birthday tomorrow and she wanted to treat me to dinner. I asked her what gift she wanted, but she ran off before I could tell me, so I don't know what to buy. I wanted to ask Xiao Yang for advice, but I was too embarrassed to ask.

In a panic, I took some time at noon to go to a boutique called Ayaya. It was full of women's items, and the whole layout was incredibly cute. I thought the round-faced Jiang Wu would like it, right? After looking for a long time, I finally chose a small white handbag with a chain. Jiang Wu always calls herself a princess, and princesses should all like white, right? I put a one-yuan coin inside the bag, meaning "a new beginning, a fresh start."

Today was particularly busy. This afternoon, Zhanjie told me her computer was broken and asked if I had time to take a look at it for her tonight. This haughty beauty has finally become less cold towards me since Peng Wei's attitude towards me changed. Occasionally, she'll ask me to do something, as if it's a reward. However, I always do it dutifully.

This afternoon, she waited for me to get off work, because I'm the one who closes the shop every day. The Construction Bank has the longest working hours, and by the time everything was done, it was already 6 pm. She treated me to a burger rice at a bakery, 18 yuan a serving. I felt a little stingy, and it took ages to arrive. I devoured it in no time, still a little hungry. She, however, elegantly ate only a small portion, and after I finished, she put down her chopsticks.

I felt she was being wasteful, so I took the rice and started eating it without her permission. She quickly stopped me: "If you're not full, order another one! Don't eat what I left!" I said that such good food shouldn't be wasted, and I'd be full after eating what she left. She was surprised, but seeing how naturally I ate, she didn't say anything more.

She lived in the Land and Resources Bureau dormitory. I was surprised to learn she was already married at only 24; her husband had gone to the provincial capital for training. Seeing the "double happiness" character on the security door, I guessed her marriage was recent.

Inside, it was a three-bedroom, two-living-room apartment with a great layout and luxurious decor. However, the place was a complete mess. Several empty instant noodle containers and some fast food bags were on the coffee table, pistachio shells were scattered on the floor, and clothes, including some underwear, were strewn everywhere… I really couldn't understand how Zhan Jie, so aloof and always wearing a stern face and a neat uniform, could have such a messy private life.

"Sorry, it's a bit messy," she said. I didn't hear any embarrassment in her words; it all seemed perfectly normal. The computer was in the study. She led me in, then turned and said she was going to shower and change.

I turned on the computer, but it was incredibly slow—clearly the work of a computer illiterate. I tried to enter safe mode and moved the system drive's contents to another drive. I uninstalled some unnecessary software and cleaned up some system junk; that should be enough. However, I couldn't boot into safe mode, which I suspected was due to a prevalent disk drive virus. I had no choice but to download a dedicated removal tool, clean it up, and then run 360 Safeguard to scan and remove it. The system was so cluttered that it took me almost two hours to fix.

Zhan Jie was probably watching TV in the living room; I could hear her laughing out loud from time to time. I browsed her hard drive and found many hidden files on the E drive. Being someone who loves to snoop on other people's privacy, I certainly wouldn't miss such a good opportunity. I opened a folder called "Folder".

It contained many subdirectories: Movies, Pictures, Hidden Camera, Videos, Photos, Ai Tianyou, etc. It was full of pornographic content, probably all painstakingly collected by her husband. Of course, I looked at the photos first; they were all selfies of Zhan Jie and her husband. Seeing the naked Zhan Jie and her husband in various sexual positions on the screen made my heart race and my mind wander. Her husband was balding and had a huge belly—a beautiful flower stuck in cow dung.

Most of the videos were of Zhan Jie's naked body. I couldn't take it anymore, so I turned off the videos and went to the bathroom. The fresh scent of Zhan Jie's shower gel still lingered; her black bra and panties were in a plastic basket. I couldn't resist picking them up and sniffing them intensely, like a stray dog.

There was still a trace of vaginal fluid in the center of her panties, which I licked with my tongue, imagining the haughty Zhan Jie sitting on my face, and me licking her cunt like a dog. My other hand was quickly stroking my penis. I became more and more excited, and soon I ejaculated, my semen spraying onto the glass door of the bathroom like hail.

When I returned to the study, Zhan Jie was sitting in front of the computer.

Oh no, I forgot to close the folder window. Zhan Jie was blushing and admiring her own performance, completely absorbed. So much so that she didn't even notice me coming up behind her. Looking at her in the real world under her white nightgown and at her naked body on the screen, my penis rose again.

I hugged her from behind, pressing my hands unceremoniously onto her breasts. She was probably too frightened by the sudden attack and screamed. Then she tried to struggle out of my embrace, but of course I wouldn't let her go easily. I held her tightly, groping and biting her all over.

"Let me go, I'm going to sue you, let go!" "Go ahead and sue, I'm going to fuck you right now." I don't know when I became so bold. For some reason, she finally gave up resisting. I ripped her robe off her and threw her onto the small wooden bed next to the computer desk. I pulled off her panties, pinned her down, and thrust my penis inside. She was already soaking wet.

I rode her, pounding into her as fast and hard as I could. Her screams grew sharper and sharper. Soon, Zhan Jie's body convulsed, her vagina contracted repeatedly, and she clung to me tightly. I had to stop and slow down my thrusting, perhaps because I had just ejaculated.

I persisted for another ten minutes or so, and finally, the pleasure intensified, so I sped up, reaching the peak of pleasure with her.

It took me a while to catch my breath and begin to admire the beautiful body beside me. I never expected Zhan Jie to be so well-endowed; her breasts were a full 75C, her skin was very white, and her buttocks were all fleshy and plump, pressing against her felt like pressing down on a pile of cotton.

"Is your man more than ten years older than you?" I couldn't help but ask curiously.

"That bastard was born in '79, only five years older than me. Because he's been out drinking, gambling, and whoring all the time, he's become a ghost." "Who's better, mine or your husband's?" "They each have their own merits. You're young and have a great body, he has more tricks up his sleeve." "I never would have guessed that you, with your haughty appearance, are such a top-notch slut." I patted her buttocks, and she got up and lay on the bed, starting to lick my front with her hands and tongue. It was very delicate, and I felt like I was floating on clouds. Finally, her mouth stopped on my penis, which was already proudly erect.

Zhan Jie first scanned my penis from top to bottom and then from bottom to top, then sucked on my testicles with her mouth while stroking my penis with her left hand. She was not only very wet, but also very saliva-filled; soon my penis was soaking wet, as if it had been rinsed with water. She took the glans into her mouth, gently sucking, her tongue pressing against the urethral opening. I couldn't take it anymore; my penis throbbed. Before she could spit it out, I ejaculated into her mouth.

She angrily slapped my penis; it hurt, but she didn't spit out the semen; instead, she swallowed it. She stuck out her tongue, indicating that not a drop was wasted. I felt useless, having surrendered in less than three minutes.

To make up for it, I licked her entire body. I turned her over; her skin was very smooth, perhaps because she didn't know how to swallow semen, I wondered. I slowly admired her body; her buttocks were high and round, not large, but very sexy. Her legs were the most beautiful; her calves were like spindles, her ten chubby toes glistening with an oily sheen, her nails like jade. I couldn't resist holding her toes and sucking on them.

She let out a soft "Ah," which thrilled me. I slowly moved my lips upwards, and every time I touched her sensitive spots, she would let out an "Ah," which I found me melodious and filled me with excitement. Finally, I reached her pubic area.
She had a lot of pubic hair. But her labia majora were smooth, I wondered if she had shaved them. Her labia minora were thick, like a gaping mouth, revealing a pink opening that was already very wet. Her clitoris shyly hid at the tip of her labia minora, only half of it showing. I gently swept my tongue around the outside of her vulva, then slowly conquered the center. She was so wet that my tongue made smacking sounds.

Suddenly, she pressed her hands against my head and clamped her legs tightly around it. I couldn't breathe; my neck hurt. Her anus contracted forcefully, her labia twitching, and a lot of milky white fluid flowed out; I couldn't tell if it was mine or hers. She slowly released me, lying there panting.

Zhan Jie was the kind of woman who appeared cold and aloof on the outside but was passionate on the inside; when her desire was slightly breached, it would erupt like a volcano.

That night I ejaculated five times, but towards the end I ejaculated very little. There was a strong pleasure when I was about to ejaculate, but not much semen came out, and my penis felt a little sore inside.

The next day at work, I felt lightheaded and just wanted to sleep. I had barely managed to get through the day, and I didn't want to eat anything. That evening, Jiang Wu treated everyone to dinner. Zhan Jie, Xiao Yang, Peng Wei, Sister Yang, Director Jin, Tian Fang who worked with Jiang Wu, Tang Xuan who worked with Peng Wei, and most of the people from the branch went. She really liked the small bag I gave Jiang Wu.

These crazy women got a case of beer and drank for almost two hours. I ate quietly on the side, only toasting Jiang Wu with one glass of wine, and then just watched from the sidelines. Thankfully, none of them were drunk, but they were all quite tipsy (a local dialect term from western Hunan).

After finishing their drinks and dinner, it wasn't over yet. Jiang Wu gave the order: "Let's go to the KTV and keep drinking!" Most people agreed. Except for Director Jin, Sister Long, and the others who had sons or husbands to take care of, everyone else was clamoring to go.

I tried to sneak back to sleep, but Peng Wei grabbed me: "Where do you think you're going? Trying to slip away? No way!" I smiled broadly: "Let me go. You're all women, and I'm not very good at singing. Let me go." Jiang Wu ran over and threw 200 yuan at Peng Wei: "Go, take Wu Peng to the supermarket to buy some alcohol. KTV alcohol is expensive. We'll also buy some duck jerky and other snacks. We'll go find a private room first." Peng Wei grabbed my collar and dragged me away without a word. Seeing her flushed face, she looked incredibly cute. Thinking that she really couldn't carry a whole case of alcohol, I didn't resist anymore. Halfway there, Jiang Wu called again, telling us not to buy beer, but to buy some red wine and Sprite to mix.

Beautiful women are really good at shopping; in no time, our shopping cart was full of snacks. We ran to the beverage section, but the red wine was all expensive, and we were worried we wouldn't have enough money. So Peng Wei grabbed five bottles of the discounted red wine—13 yuan a bottle, each a huge 5 liter! I said, "How can we drink that much? We still have Sprite!" She put two bottles back and bought three bottles of Sprite instead. She strutted ahead, showing no intention of helping me carry anything. My hands were full of plastic bags, I was exhausted, and my back below the neck was aching—probably from overindulging last night.

We had booked a large private room. When we arrived, Jiang Wu and Tang Xuan were singing a song by She. There was a large cake on the coffee table. As soon as we arrived, people immediately surrounded us, opened the bottles, and poured a glass for everyone.

After the song ended, Jiang Wu raised her glass: "Sisters, thank you all for attending my birthday party, cheers!" Then she downed it in one gulp. Her boldness made me feel inferior.

Because she called them "sisters," I didn't drink. As a result, Zhan Jie noticed, "Xiao Wu didn't drink, so three glasses as punishment!" Before I could even explain, they all attacked me. I had no choice but to pick up the glass and drink. I've never liked red wine; I don't like the taste, especially this cheap red wine, which I found hard to swallow. After just one glass, I felt like throwing up. Fortunately, they didn't force me to finish all three glasses. After finishing my glass, I lay in the corner of the sofa and watched them wail and scream. Tang Xuan and Tian Fang both brought their boyfriends, so thankfully, I wasn't the only guy there.

Zhan Jie walked towards me with a glass in hand, winking at me and filling my glass before handing it to me. "Cheers!" I really didn't want to drink; I'm not a good drinker, and I was feeling weak. But I had no choice but to force myself to drink it.

Next up was Peng Wei: "You're a man, you're so passive, having to wait for a lady to toast you. Hurry up and toast me." I had no choice but to force myself to drink another glass. My stomach was churning. She wasn't going to let me off the hook, "Aren't you going to toast the birthday girl?" Jiang Wu also tilted her head and looked at me, so I had to toast her again. As soon as I finished drinking, I rushed to the bathroom. I locked the door and squatted in front of the stall, my stomach churning, but I couldn't vomit. I urinated standing up, my legs were shaking a little, but I felt a little better.

I saw a few white napkins in the wastebasket. I knew that only women use paper to urinate, except for feces. I picked them up, and they felt wet to the touch. I felt an indescribable excitement. I held it under my nose and smelled it; besides the paper's own scent, there was no other odor. I couldn't resist licking it with my tongue and tasted a slightly salty flavor. Suddenly, I felt incredibly disgusted and quickly threw the paper into the toilet. I flushed and went outside.

Because my head was throbbing like it was under a tight band, I collapsed to the floor as soon as I got outside, closing my eyes to rest. I could hear my heart pounding rapidly. Peng Wei asked me with concern, "Are you alright?" Then she touched my head, "It's so hot! Your alcohol tolerance is terrible, even worse than mine." I said I'd be fine after lying down for a while, and then ignored her. She went back to singing and drinking with her friends. With my stomach churning, my head throbbing, and the noise exceeding 70 decibels, I felt like I was in hell. I don't know how long I lay there, but finally, I felt the urge to vomit. I rushed to the toilet and finally threw up everything. I felt a little better, but my head was still throbbing. When I came out, a cake had already been set out.

I went over to help light the candles. Then everyone sang "Happy Birthday," followed by Jiang Wu making a wish, cutting the cake, and sharing it. I took a small bite of cake but couldn't eat anymore; everyone else

seemed to be in the same boat. Chinese people aren't used to eating overly sweet things. Someone smeared cake on Jiang Wu's face, and then everyone started smearing it on each other—a chaotic free-for-all. I was watching with great interest when suddenly a plate was dumped on my face. In an instant, I looked worse than everyone else, causing everyone to burst into laughter.

The culprit was Peng Wei. "I won't offend others unless they offend me, but if they do, hmph, you're dead meat, little girl." Peng Wei rushed towards the bathroom, but I pulled her back. She covered her face with her hands, and I grabbed one of her hands and dumped the cake plate on her face. She dodged, and it hit the back of her head.

She wasn't exactly innocent either; she turned around and started punching and kicking me. Having no other choice, to defend myself without hurting her, I pulled her tightly into my arms. She struggled violently, and I lost my balance. We both fell onto the bed, and unfortunately, a scene straight out of a TV drama unfolded: she was on top, I was on the bottom, her lips pressed against mine.

We were both stunned. Everyone stared at us, time seemed to stand still, the image frozen. She reacted before I did, immediately blushing and pulling away from me. The usual TV drama scene I'd expected—the woman slapping the man twice and yelling "You pervert!"—didn't happen. At that moment, I actually hoped for that scene. But sadly, it didn't.

The room erupted in enthusiastic cheers and applause. Judging from Peng Wei's expression, I knew she desperately wanted the floor to fall flat on her face.

Thankfully, the awkwardness didn't last long. These guys, battered and bruised from their ordeal, turned off all the lights, turned on a single, flickering light, and started dancing.

I was finally free from those accusations of being responsible. I lay alone on the bed, reminiscing about the wonderful moment. Peng Wei came over and sat quietly beside me.

Around 12:30 AM, after repeated reminders from the waiter, the group finally realized the party was ending. I walked out, feeling dizzy, and shivered from the cold night wind. The women weren't in much better shape; Jiang Wu and Zhan Jie were both staggering.

Sober people have a duty to escort the drunk. Peng Wei lived near me, and Zhan Jie was going in the same direction. So the three of us gathered and took a taxi. Luckily, Peng Wei was relatively sober; she suggested we all go to her house since her parents weren't home and she was alone.

So we parked at the entrance of our alley and crept towards Peng Wei's house in the dark. Zhan Jie was practically on top of me; my legs were already weak, and I was staggering. Having been there before, we arrived quickly.
Once inside, what had been a bit cold was now covered in sweat. I threw Zhan Jie onto the bed, and then collapsed onto another bed. My head still ached terribly; Zhan Jie was already asleep. Peng Wei took a change of clothes into the bathroom. The sound of rushing water seemed to flow into my heart, and I strained my ears to listen to the sounds. She quickly finished showering and came out, still dressed very conservatively. She found me a basketball uniform she used to wear on her school team and told me to take a shower. I asked, "What if I don't have underwear?" "Find out yourself," she said irritably.

I sheepishly went in to shower. Her clothes, including underwear, were still in a small basket. This time, I really couldn't hold back anymore, probably because I had been drinking. No wonder there's a saying that alcohol leads to promiscuity. I masturbated frantically. I ejaculated, but only a little. My penis hurt terribly, all thanks to Zhan Jie.

When I came out, Peng Wei was also asleep in bed. I went into the room and found two thin blankets to cover them, then lay down on the other bed. I felt a little thirsty in my dream, so I woke up and went to the kitchen to get some water. In the dim light, I saw Peng Wei lying on the floor. I patted her face and gently called her name. She pouted and fell asleep again, her breathing even.

There was no other way; to prevent her from catching a cold, I had to repeat my old trick and carry her back to the room. We'd only crossed the living room, and I was almost at the bedroom door, when I couldn't hold on any longer and nearly dropped her. I had to squat down, put her bottom on my lap, and hold her in my arms. Even though I was carrying such a beautiful woman, I had no other thoughts but to put her on the bed.

But I tried several times without success. Finally, I couldn't hold on any longer and put her on the floor. I rested for a while and tried to wrap her up again. I tried, but it still didn't work; I guess I'd had too much to drink. Just as I was about to use a slipper, she suddenly jumped up, walked to the bed, and fell asleep, leaving me speechless.

Before I could even react, she got up again to go to the bathroom. While I was still savoring the sound of her urinating, she came out and said to me, "I'm so thirsty, get me a glass of water." Then she went back to the room.
I obediently poured her some water and brought it to her. She drank it down in big gulps, sighed, and seemed quite pleased. Then she looked at me and said, "Come on up!" This startled me again. She added, "Come on up and sleep with me." "What are you thinking? I'm only asking you to come up and sleep with me because I feel sorry for you. Don't get any funny ideas." I immediately jumped onto the bed and lay down next to her. She quickly fell asleep again.

My heart was pounding. She turned over, facing me. I cursed myself for having the desire but not the courage. I slowly leaned closer, finally feeling her breath on my face. Finally, my lips met hers again, just a light touch. My heart was racing, and I closed my eyes.

"Is this a kiss?" she suddenly asked, startling me. I didn't know what to do. Before I could figure out what to do, her lips came close again, gently kissing mine.
We kissed like that, as if we'd never kissed before. I tried to imitate what I'd seen in porn, sticking my tongue out at her. She clenched her teeth, but immediately accepted it. Then hers came too. Gradually, we became more skilled, more and more adept. We shared a deep, long kiss, then stopped.

She cupped my face and said, "You're so cute." I felt terrible. To be called cute by a woman—how pathetic. I casually placed my hand on her chest; her breasts were soft and felt wonderful. I said, "Our bodies are different." She said, "Try putting your hand in and see." So I put my hand inside her pajamas, and she lifted her upper body to unhook her bra. I easily touched those two soft mounds. Her breasts were very elastic and felt very comfortable to touch. I kept kneading her breasts, and she closed her eyes, looking like she was enjoying it.

My hand slowly moved towards her lower abdomen, and when it reached her waistband, she grabbed my hand. "Down there, no. Can I just look? Okay?" "No." "She said it very firmly. So I didn't force her. I started to focus on her upper body.

She crawled over, took off her top, and said with her back to me: 'Give me a massage.' I had taken a massage course in college, although I didn't attend many classes, I still learned some techniques, and now they came in handy. I used all sorts of techniques: pressing, pushing, rolling, kneading, pinching, and patting. She said it felt good. By then it was already getting light. I said that Zhan Jie was still outside, and I would go out to sleep for a while. She agreed. I slipped to the bed outside and fell into a deep sleep, ignoring Zhan Jie's sensual sleeping posture.

I was woken up by her. Zhan Jie had already finished washing up, and Peng Wei had prepared breakfast: a glass of milk, a slice of bread, and a fried egg for each of us.

'Go wash your face and eat breakfast, or you'll be late for work.' I quickly rinsed my face with cold water. My head didn't hurt anymore, but I still felt weak all over. Peng Wei ate breakfast while looking at me sweetly from time to time." I know that from today onwards, she considers me her boyfriend, and she is my girlfriend.

I've finally found a girlfriend in the real sense. My last girlfriend and I were together for two months; I only held her hand once, and then she dumped me to get into graduate school. Now I feel incredibly happy. The first thing I do when I get home is delete all the pornographic content from my computer's hard drive. Back then, I was doing quite well at Pepsi, but I haven't been there since I got together with Peng Wei.

For the next month, we went on dates every night, exploring every park in this small town, climbing every mountain nearby, and visiting every tourist attraction. Each date involved some physical contact, but it was limited to kissing and touching her genitals. I even touched her sexy buttocks through her pants; I fell deeply in love with her because of her buttocks.

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