My Mixed-Race Girlfriend (Twenty-Five Figures in a Nude Sketch)

Author: Crazy Xiaowei
First published on: Spring Full of Courtyard on 2015/06/16, also published on: Forum.
Unauthorized reproduction is strictly prohibited!

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Dear readers, please accept my utmost respect! I've broken my promise again. I originally wanted to update monthly
, but it seems I overestimated myself. I simply can't do it! Therefore, future updates will
continue at my previous erratic pace. Thank you all for your support, and I look forward to your continued support. The only thing I can
guarantee is that I will absolutely not abandon the story!

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At Xin'er's request, I watched all the matches with her. Although staying up late every night gave us both
panda eyes, thankfully we didn't gamble on the games, which was much better than those people who were constantly making a fuss about it.

It was also because of football that the "quirky" Lingling suddenly entered my life.
There was no , and the campus network was slow, so Lingling became a regular at my house to watch the games. She
watched almost every single match, sometimes even staying until midnight. That's how we gradually became familiar with each other.

Lingling's full name is Cao Ling, and she's two years ahead of me, majoring in oil painting. This senior seemed to be a
hidden rich kid. Although there were some rumors about how powerful her family was, I really
couldn't see it at all. She was a completely carefree and easygoing girl.

Although I didn't particularly like her personality, I didn't dislike her either, because no man dislikes a beautiful woman.
Yes, it wasn't until we spent some time together that I realized Lingling was actually very pretty, but she
didn't know how to dress up at all, or rather, she had no interest in dressing up.

Lingling always wore a pair of heavy black-rimmed glasses, hiding her beautiful, sparkling eyes
behind them ; her long hair, which was never styled, was always messy, and her bangs covered half of her face; the only thing I could
see was her cherry-like mouth, which often revealed a cute yet slightly mischievous smile. I think if Lingling
dressed up properly, she could be considered one of the top beauties at M University.

But God is always fair; He gave Lingling a beautiful face, but not a beautiful body,
just like Xin'er, who had a perfect appearance but not a happy family.

Lingling is probably just over 1.6 meters tall, with a flat chest. Although her skin is fair, it makes her look
like she hasn't fully developed. If you met a stranger, who would believe she's my senior?
She'd be more like my younger sister.

Not only in appearance, but also in personality, Lingling is a typical homebody.

Besides drawing, her biggest hobbies are anime, games, and BL (Boys' Love) novels. Many men might
like this kind of cute girl with shared interests, but after spending time with her, you'll find that this eccentric, arrogant
girl lives entirely in a two-dimensional world and is completely unsuitable as a girlfriend. So,
I wasn't particularly surprised that she'd never had a relationship that lasted more than a month in three years.

As the summer heat intensifies, the weather becomes like water about to boil in a furnace, getting hotter and hotter. In this kind of weather,
chilled watermelon is undoubtedly the ultimate way to beat the heat. Thanks to the landlady's refrigerator, Xin'er and I
can enjoy this delicious treat even in the sweltering summer.

Good things are never enough! Today was no exception. I was carrying a watermelon I'd just taken out of the refrigerator,
ready to go back to my room and enjoy it with Xin'er. Just as I cut into the bright red flesh, there was a sudden,
loud knocking on the door.

Looking at Xin'er, who hadn't worn any clothes since summer began, I said, "Xin'er, I'll go open the door .
Hurry up and put on something."

Xin'er was startled by the knocking and quickly grabbed a thin nightgown from beside her and put it on.

After she was dressed, I wiped the watermelon juice from my hands and got up to open the door.

The person outside seemed impatient; the knocking grew louder and louder. What an impatient person!

I replied, "Coming, coming," as I opened the door.

"You took so long to open the door? Were you trying to kill me with heat?" A sweet but fierce voice rang
out . Standing outside was my senior, Lingling.

As soon as the door opened, Lingling strode in like she owned the place, completely uninhibited. There was
just no way to deal with her.

As soon as she entered, Lingling's eyes lit up when she saw the watermelon on the table. Her anxious mood instantly vanished, and she
said happily, "Haha, I've come at just the right time!"

At this moment, the gentle Xin'er had already cut off a slice and handed it to Lingling with a smile. Compared to my
relationship with Lingling, where we often teased each other, Xin'er, this little angel, seemed to get along well with everyone, and Lingling liked her very much.

Lingling didn't act like a girl at all, grabbing the watermelon in front of her and taking big bites.

I've seen Pigsy eat watermelon before, but this is the first time I've seen a female version.

Xin'er looked at Lingling and burst out laughing: "Senior, eat slowly, there's still plenty left!"

I didn't have such a good attitude towards this rude guest, and I said coldly: "Hey! Have you never
eaten watermelon before? Be careful you choke to death!"

Xin'er gave me a reproachful look, thinking that I had gone too far, but Lingling, who was focused on enjoying the delicious watermelon,
didn't react much.

As she chewed, she mumbled, "It's easy for you to say that when you're not the one suffering. In this heat,
let alone eating iced watermelon, you can't even get a glass of cold water in the dorm!"

I stopped talking and sat down to watch her wolf down six pieces.

Xin'er considerately tore off a tissue to wipe Lingling's juice-covered chin, saying, "Senior, don't
eat so fast, you'll get diarrhea!"

It looked like an older sister taking care of her younger sister.

Lingling ate most of the watermelon by herself. After swallowing the last bite, she patted her stomach and said
contentedly , "Ha, that was great! Hey? Why aren't you two eating?"

I said irritably, "You know we haven't eaten?"

Lingling then felt a little embarrassed and said somewhat shyly, "Ah ha! I guess you guys are
just too invisible..."

I almost fainted. Is this an apology? Lingling continued, "But you should treat me to this
, because I have some good news for you today!"

Good news? What good news could this girl have? I just hope she won't tease Xin'er anymore.

Xin'er cut the rest of the watermelon, and without even thinking about herself, quickly handed me a piece first, and then asked:
"Oh, what's the good news?"

Lingling suddenly looked at us with a wicked grin and said, "If you want to hear it, you'll have to give me something in return
!"

I was speechless. I had just said I'd treat her to watermelon, and now she was asking for something in return. How
shameless !

I blurted out, "What kind of trick are you up to now!"

Before I could finish speaking, Lingling's devilish hands had already pounced on Xin'er's full breasts. She
kneaded while saying triumphantly, "Haha, this is it!"

Xin'er was startled, but she didn't refuse. She just smiled helplessly and shook her head.

This kind of scene often happened when we watched the game together.

Lingling seemed particularly interested in Xin'er's breasts, often secretly "tampering" with them

. After a few times, Xin'er got used to it.

I think Lingling was either envious because she didn't have any herself, or she was
a lesbian.

Xin'er was only wearing a very thin nightgown, completely naked underneath. With Lingling's haphazard grabbing, one of
the straps slipped down her shoulder, revealing her full, firm left breast. I
almost spat out the watermelon I had just eaten.

"Feeding! What are you doing?!"

I yelled.

Lingling, engrossed in her kneading, said without even looking at me, "What? You're allowed to touch me, but I'm not?

If you ask me, the one least qualified to touch you is your cow dung!"

Those words were quite hurtful; I was truly enraged.

Xin'er clearly realized the weight of Lingling's words. She quickly pressed Lingling's head into her deep
cleavage, silencing her, then looked at me, her eyes telling me not to be angry.

My anger was swallowed back by Xin'er. I turned my head away irritably, not wanting to say another word.

The atmosphere suddenly became a little awkward. Lingling realized things were going badly. She struggled to lift her face from Xin'er's
ample breasts, stuck out her tongue, and said, "Sorry, I misspoke."

Xin'er quickly stepped in to act as a peacemaker: "Okay, okay, senior, you really are something, saying things
so carelessly. Honey, don't be angry. I think senior definitely didn't mean it; that's just how she says things."
"Well..."

Although I knew this was Lingling's temper, I was still very angry and didn't say a word.

Lingling tactfully took over: "Okay, okay, don't be so petty! I came here today to tell you that
the school is going to hold a painting competition. The students who can participate are the most outstanding students in the art department. If you can
win an award in this competition, you will have the opportunity to stay at the school as a teacher after graduation!"

Stay at the school as a teacher? Isn't this the best way I thought about after graduation? Ignoring my pride, I asked:
"Huh? How come I haven't heard about this?"

Lingling said proudly: "Of course! This competition is for students in their third year and above, and they are
outstanding students. You definitely don't qualify!"

"Tch, then why did you come to tell us? Are you sick?"

I said angrily.

Lingling didn't seem to mind, simply replying, "It wouldn't have been a problem, but I happen to be
part of the competition organizing committee, so I have some authority and can make an exception to select some outstanding students from the lower grades. But
I see you don't seem very interested!"

Well, this girl really knows how to talk her way out of things, leaving me completely embarrassed.

Seeing my awkwardness, Xin'er quickly chimed in, saying, "Senior, do you mean you can help
Xiaowei participate in the competition?"

Lingling nodded haughtily, giving me a disdainful look.

"Wow! Then senior, you absolutely have to help us with this! Please, please!"

Xin'er quickly pleaded with Lingling.

Lingling didn't press me any further, after all, she had said such unpleasant things to me earlier.

She replied, "Alright, alright, for your sake, I'll definitely let Xiaowei participate in the competition, but whether he wins
or not depends on his own luck. And I must remind you, the theme of this competition is nude
drawing, which isn't a course offered in freshman year, right?"

Nude drawing? That's a course offered in the third year, and I've never actually done it before. Even if Lingling
lets me participate, I have absolutely no chance.

Lingling noticed my hesitation and said with a smile, "But don't worry too much. Although I'm not
participating in the competition, I'm very interested in drawing the human body, so if Xin'er is willing to be the model, I can teach you!"

Let Xin'er be the nude model? Hasn't she had enough of that body painting incident?! So that's what she was up to.
I firmly refused, saying, "Oh, no need then, I won't participate."

Seeing my resolute expression, Xin'er hesitated.

Lingling replied, "Don't overthink it. The models will be hired from outside by the organizing committee. I said
Xin'er would be a model, but only for the two of us. First, it'll be good practice for you, and second, I want to draw Xin'er's
body . I've never seen such a perfect female body as Xin'er! How about it, consider it?"

Lingling's words reassured me a lot. It turned out she just wanted Xin'er to be our teaching model, which didn't
seem inappropriate. I thought for a while before speaking, "This..."

Before I could finish, Xin'er quickly chimed in, "Okay, okay! I'll be your model, senior, you
have to teach Xiaowei well!"

Since Xin'er had already spoken up, and I happened to have the same idea, I went along with it and acquiesced.

Lingling, standing to the side, was already beaming with joy; I really couldn't understand why she was so interested in Xin'er's body.

"Then it's a deal. Here are some teaching materials; you can take them and study!"

With that, Lingling took out several books from her backpack and handed them to me.

Well, she even brought books; it seems everything today was part of her plan! But I thought
, oh well, after all, this is a rare opportunity, so it's a good thing! After Lingling left, I opened
the books she left behind, and Xin'er squeezed in next to me to read with me.

Although I was an art student, this was my first time encountering nude drawing. The naked
men and women in the textbook made both Xin'er and me blush.

Perhaps the line between eroticism and art is just a thin one! "Xin'er, you're pressing against me like this, I
can't concentrate on looking,"

I said breathlessly, my eyes constantly stealing glances at Xin'er's deep cleavage.

"Then how about we stop looking? Let's experience it with real objects first?"

Xin'er teased.

Actually, my mind had already wandered, and with Xin'er's suggestion, I immediately threw down the book, pressed her onto
the bed, and kissed her greedily, saying, "Then... then let me experience it properly."

Xin'er smiled, responding to my burning body.

Having a girlfriend like this, I'd die happy.

For the next few days, I studied very diligently.

And I was truly learning from books, not learning with Xin'er's body.

I slowly transformed from initial shyness to experience, beginning to observe the human body with a genuine artistic eye,
discovering its beauty, and marveling at the wonders of creation.

Xin'er wasn't idle either; whenever she had a spare moment, she would take the textbooks I had finished reading and study them, observing
how the models posed and how to better showcase the beauty of the human form.

For someone with her dance and acting background, this was a piece of cake, but she remained very serious;
it seemed Xin'er was determined to help me seize this opportunity.

Now I realize that this is no longer just my responsibility; I must work even harder.

To be honest, my foundation isn't bad; I just haven't studied it.

Through observation and copying over this period, I gradually mastered the brushstrokes and techniques of figure painting. Although I had never
painted a real figure, my copies from books were already quite accurate.

Lingling, my temporary teacher, praised my talent highly. After seeing my copies, she
felt it was time to start painting real figures, and we set the date for tonight.

Xin'er, Lingling, and I had dinner together and prepared to go to the studio.

I originally wanted Lingling to paint at my house, but she said it was too small and the distance wasn't enough, so I
had to give up on that idea.

The figure painting studio was on the top floor of the old teaching building, and at this time, there weren't many people left in the building.

After Lingling opened the studio door, I stepped into this place, which I would probably visit often in the future, for the first time.

The classroom was no different from the others, except that instead of neat rows of desks and chairs, there were
rows of easels.

In the center of the classroom, there was a bed covered with a burgundy cloth, presumably for the model to lie on
. Around the room and in the corners, there were some props and still life objects.

The three of us entered the room, and Lingling expertly locked the door, drew the thick curtains tightly shut,
then found the best spot to sit down, set out her tools, and said, "Xiaowei, come sit next to me.

Xin'er, see that place over there with the curtain hanging? Go take your clothes off there!"

Xin'er and I both looked in the direction Lingling indicated. It was a small corner of the classroom with a simple
white curtain hanging there.

At that moment, I couldn't help but feel a little nervous. Although Lingling was a woman, and I had
seen countless times, the thought of Xin'er appearing here completely naked made me both
nervous and excited.

Xin'er nodded, put down her bag, and turned to walk behind the curtain. I calmed myself down and
prepared to concentrate on my drawing.

After I set up my easel and sharpened my pencil, Xin'er emerged from behind the curtain.

She was completely naked, wearing only a pair of sandals she had brought herself.

Xin'er seemed a little embarrassed, one hand covering her ample breasts and the other covering her private parts, as she
slowly walked towards the bed in the middle of the classroom.

"My little beauty, don't be shy. There's no one else here. Be more outgoing,"

Lingling said to Xin'er.

At this moment, Xin'er was already sitting on the edge of the bed. She stuck out her tongue shyly and said, "Senior, I
'm definitely nervous, but I'll adjust quickly. Now, what position should I strike?"

As she spoke, Xin'er let go of her hands, revealing her full, firm breasts and smooth private parts.

I was originally very calm, but when I saw Xin'er's naked body, a thousand
thoughts , and I became uneasy. What would it be like if the art studio were full of people right now?

Lingling replied, "Yes, today is your first time modeling, so just pose in a comfortable position,
otherwise it will be tiring. But I must remind you, once we start drawing, you can't move. If you really can't
hold , just tell me."

Xin'er nodded, not changing her pose, but clearly relaxing her body, and then said, "I'm
ready, you can begin!"

Lingling also nodded to her, then picked up her paintbrush and began sketching on the paper.

I suppressed my racing heart, preparing to begin.

I was already quite used to seeing nudes, but seeing Xin'er still stirred up wicked thoughts.

Xin'er's perfect, tempting body was completely different from those in books.

The female models in the book were either skin and bones, too old to be my grandmother, or their breasts had sagged down
to their stomachs—completely unattractive. But Xin'er in front of me was voluptuous, youthful, and radiant; it was hard not to have impure thoughts . I'd experienced

her allure countless times. 　　Seeing me hesitant to write, Lingling whispered, "Haven't you seen enough? Hurry up and get to work!"

Actually, Lingling was only half right. I wasn't completely focused on watching Xin'er; rather, I
suddenly realized that drawing a realistic figure is entirely different from copying, and I didn't know where to begin.

Fortunately, a teacher was sitting next to me, and I secretly glanced at her paper. Lingling had already laid out
the basic lines.

Hmm, it seems drawing the human body is the same as drawing a model. I composed myself and started drawing seriously.

Xin'er sat there facing us, motionless, simply displaying her enchanting body,
but her eyes seemed to be filled with expectation for me.

I carefully observed Xin'er, borrowing Lingling's drawing method, and gradually got into the zone. The outline of a hot beauty slowly
began .

After all, I do have some talent. Things started going smoothly; the paintbrush scratched across the paper, and my previously erect
penis went limp. I was in work mode.

Actually, this was the first time I'd observed Xin'er so seriously and carefully.

She truly was perfect: delicate and well-proportioned features, a body without an ounce of excess fat, full and firm
breasts, a perfect waistline, long legs, and smooth, delicate skin—she was practically a
rare work of art.

Initially, I had planned to paint my girlfriend even more beautiful, but now I
realized I couldn't, because Xin'er was utterly flawless; she was the pinnacle of beauty.

About two hours later, Xin'er's body began to sway slightly involuntarily, and
Lingling and I were only missing a few details in our painting.

Lingling noticed Xin'er's unusual behavior and stopped painting, saying, "Okay, Xin'er, take a break and relax
."

Xin'er thought she had done something wrong and quickly tensed up, saying, "It's okay, it's okay, you guys
continue , I can still keep going."

Lingling laughed, "Okay, silly girl, even professional models need to rest, and you
've already exceeded my expectations by lasting this long on your first time. Get up and move around, come and see how our painting is going."

Xin'er then stretched with relief, got up from the bed, moved around a few times, and walked over to
us .

Lingling proudly displayed her nearly finished work, saying, "Haha, what do you think? Doesn't it have the feel of
a master ? This painting could be exhibited in an art museum, haha!"

To be honest, Lingling's painting was indeed a masterpiece; it seems a good model can truly inspire
an artist's potential.

Xin'er was full of praise, and I was also dumbfounded. The difference between mine and hers was truly enormous
! After looking at Lingling's, everyone's attention turned to my painting. Xin'er seemed even more excited than before;
it seemed she had high expectations for my work.

After looking at it for a while, Lingling suddenly looked displeased. She said, "Overall it's good, the proportions are
well done, but the details are terrible. Look at what this is!"

As she spoke, Lingling pointed to Xin'er's chest in the drawing. I could only stammer, "This...this is
a nipple..."

"A nipple? You're telling me this is a nipple? Your nipples look like this?"

Lingling said angrily.

I knew I'd be criticized, but I didn't expect Lingling to react so strongly.

Because I didn't know how, I had used a comic book style to depict Xin'er's nipples—basically,
the kind of drawing style used in Japanese adult comics. Although I didn't think there was anything wrong with it, it had infuriated Lingling.

Before Xin'er could react, Lingling hugged her from behind, cupping the lower
edge of her ample breasts with both hands. She then pulled her close to me and said, "Look carefully, what does a nipple look like? I really do
n't understand, you've kissed it so many times and you still don't know what it looks like!"

Lingling's action nearly caused Xin'er's delicate, rosy nipple to touch my face, making both of
us blush. I quickly lowered my head and said, "Okay, okay, I know, I'll redraw it, alright!"

My previously calm heart was stirred up again by this mischievous Lingling.

After resting for a while, Xin'er sat back down, and we continued drawing.

I obediently wiped away Xin'er's nipple and began to seriously redraw it.

About half an hour later, Lingling suddenly exclaimed, "Xin'er, I just realized something! Why don't you have any
pubic hair down there?"

What should have been an embarrassing question was delivered with such righteous indignation by Lingling. Xin'er blushed instantly and replied
softly , "Well… I've never had any since I was little…"

Lingling shook her head and said, "You're underdeveloped, yet your breasts are so big; you're developed, yet
you have no pubic hair. It's amazing! Never mind, we'll talk about it later."

Actually, I didn't think there was anything to be surprised about. Xin'er was naturally pubic hair; people say pubic hair
is the mark of a vixen in bed! But whatever, it's useless for a woman to know this.

Nearly four hours later, Lingling and I finally finished our "work," and Xin'er's body was almost stiff with embarrassment.

Lingling was completely absorbed in her own artwork, unable to tear herself away. It wasn't until after a while that she suddenly remembered her responsibilities and
quickly picked up my painting, launching into a long, rambling lecture.

Xin'er, dressed and sitting quietly beside us, listened to Lingling's
instructions .

"Alright, you've remembered everything I said. These are techniques and experiences; I wouldn't
teach others even if they paid me!"

Lingling finally ended her half-hour-long lecture.

My head was spinning. I said, "Yes, yes, I understood. Can I rest now?"

"I can rest, but you can't. There's still one thing you haven't learned!"

Lingling said disapprovingly, seeing my lazy expression.

"Huh? What is it?"

I asked, puzzled.

"Alright, stop asking. You'll find out soon enough. Get a fresh sheet of paper ready."

With that, Lingling bent down and started untying her shoelaces.

I laid out a fresh sheet of paper, wondering what Lingling was up to.

But what she did next stunned me.

First, Lingling took off her canvas shoes and neatly placed them aside. Then, she actually untied her shorts!
She unbuttoned her pants and pulled them down.

But that wasn't all. Then, without any shame, Lingling took off her last layer of defense—her underwear!
What... what is going on?! Lingling actually stripped naked from the waist down right in front of me and Xin'er, revealing her
smooth, dark pubic hair, her barely visible vulva, and her tender buttocks! "Senior...
what are you doing..."

I quickly lowered my head, not daring to look at her, and mumbled.

Lingling wasn't shy at all and replied, "What do you mean by 'teaching you to draw pubic hair'?
The models won't be hairless. Draw it properly for me!"

Xin'er was also a little surprised, but she quickly recovered and said, "Honey, hurry up and draw it. It's rare for a senior to be
so kind. Sigh, it's all my fault for not having it there, otherwise I wouldn't have needed to trouble you."

Just like that, Lingling sat down in front of me generously, her legs naturally slightly apart. The
pink fleshy made my blood boil! I was so engrossed in watching that suddenly, "smack!"

Lingling grabbed a book and threw it at my head, saying irritably, "You're supposed to be an
art , how can you be so lecherous! If you don't draw properly, you might as well die!"

Perhaps my gaze was too unfocused, because it made Lingling, who had been acting very naturally, blush.

I quickly composed myself and put my brush back on the paper.

I hadn't been drawing for long when, perhaps because Lingling was bored, she said, "Since you're bored anyway, I'll teach
you how to draw a penis. There should be a male model on the day of the exam. Take your pants off, I'll draw one for
you to take home and study."

I had barely managed to calm down, and this almost made me vomit blood again. I replied, "No…no need, senior,
I'll just draw it myself when I get home…"

But Lingling had already taken the drawing board and said impatiently, "Stop talking nonsense!
Do you think I want to see your thing? I'm in a good mood, so hurry up and take them off!"

Xin'er and I looked at each other, unsure what to do.

However, Xin'er was more carefree. After thinking for a while, she said to me, "Honey, let me help you take them off. It's rare for your senior
to be willing to teach you, don't miss this opportunity."

Damn, how come girls are so open these days? It's me, a grown man, acting
all coy .

I hardened my heart, thinking, "Fine, I'll take them off then, I won't lose anything!" I put down my paintbrush, stood up,
and quickly pulled down my pants along with my underwear.

A perfectly sized, already erect penis stood straight in front of the two beauties.

When Lingling saw this, she suddenly burst

out laughing: "You've been living with a beautiful woman for so long, and you're still so easily aroused?"

I said somewhat awkwardly, "Please, this is a normal reaction for a young man, okay? If you want to draw, just
draw already, don't say so much."

I suppressed the pounding in my heart, pretended to be calm, sat down and picked up my paintbrush again, letting my penis remain erect
.

But Lingling across from me didn't react for a long time. I felt uncomfortable being stared at by her and said, "Hey,
have you looked enough? Hurry up and draw!" But Lingling mischievously said, "Tch, how am I supposed to draw you like that? Have you ever seen a picture of a man with an erection in

the book I gave you ?" 　　I blushed and replied, "In this situation... how am I supposed to... how am I supposed to go soft..." 　　"Haha, your girlfriend is here, let her help you! Look, if all else fails, there's a bed over there!" 　　Lingling said with a mischievous grin, teasing Xin'er and me. 　　Although I knew Lingling was joking, Xin'er didn't think so. She actually grabbed my penis with her hand and tried to masturbate it. I quickly grabbed her hand and said, "Xin'er... no ... no... she's joking!" 　　Lingling probably didn't expect this either, but she quickly recovered and said, "Go ahead and do it. I don't think you'll go soft anytime soon. I've been there before, so don't be shy." 　　Before I could answer, Xin'er's hand started moving again. Being masturbated in front of two beautiful women, I was so comfortable that I couldn't speak. 　　I gasped for breath and said to Xin'er, "Xin...Xin'er...stop it, it's so embarrassing..." 　　But Xin'er, inappropriately, bit my earlobe and said softly, "Don't be shy, honey, just come..." 　　I wasn't sure if Xin'er was in heat, but I could feel her excitement. Damn! Did Xin'er have a penchant for exposing her boyfriend?! This is insane! Xin'er, of course, knew my "weakness," and with her skillful techniques, I instantly gave up resisting. The paintbrush in my hand fell to the ground, completely immersed in pleasure. 　　Xin'er spat some saliva on her hand, making it easier to stroke my penis. She didn't seem to want me to stop quickly ; her inconsistent movements made my penis swell even more. 　　At this moment, Xin'er seemed to be showing off her boyfriend's penis to Lingling. 　　My glans began to secrete fluid, and a lewd smell wafted out. 　　This atmosphere seemed to affect Lingling; her face flushed, her eyes fixed on my penis , and she murmured to herself, "It's quite big… It's been so long since I've had one…" 　　The once serious art studio, a place for proper study, had somehow become like this. I wonder if it's because with this little devil Xin'er around, everything feels off. 　　Xin'er's face grew even redder, and her breathing became heavier. 　　She stroked my earlobe and whispered, "Honey, I want it so bad, shall we make love?" 　　"No, Xin'er… Senior is still here…" 　　I was no longer able to think, and simply echoed her. 　　Xin'er looked at Lingling again and said, "Senior...can Xiaowei and I make love here?" 　　Lingling's expression was somewhat unnatural, but she still said arrogantly, "Whatever...whatever you want...it 's not like I haven't seen it before..." 　　"Honey, see, Senior has agreed, so do you want to do it here, or do you want to go to bed?" 　　Xin'er, having received Lingling's confirmation, said to me flirtatiously. 　　Being teased like this by my beautiful girlfriend, with a naked stranger watching from the waist down, I was getting excited and almost couldn't control myself. I replied, "Ah...whatever you want..." 　　"Then let's do it here..."

As she spoke, Xin'er took off her pants, straddled me, and skillfully inserted her tender vulva into my
hot, hard penis.

With a "whoosh," our bodies were joined together again, and Xin'er and I both couldn't help but let out a soft "ah

. "

At this point, what was there to be embarrassed about? I straightened my lower body, letting Xin'er
move .

Lingling watched us from the side, her face flushed; this was truly thrilling.

As Xin'er moved, she quickly pulled off her clothes from the bottom up. Without the restraint of clothing, her
large breasts swayed even more vigorously.

At this moment, Xin'er turned to Lingling and said, "Senior, it's kind of embarrassing to leave you standing there like this.
Um... you like my breasts, right? Now you can touch them as you like!"

It seems Xin'er's eroticism has been completely unleashed; she actually said this to Lingling.

Lingling hesitated for a moment, but still walked over involuntarily and grabbed Xin'er's bouncing breasts from behind.

"Mmm! So comfortable... you can even touch my nipples..."

Xin'er quickened her pace with her lower body, and her chest lifted up, making it easier for Lingling to play with them.

Lingling gradually loosened her grip, seemingly blending in with us.

She began to wantonly fondle Xin'er's ample breasts in front of me, kneading her soft flesh into various shapes,
while her other hand unconsciously moved towards her genitals.

"Ah! So good... So good... Xin'er is being played with by her husband and senior sister together..."

Xin'er became increasingly unrestrained.

At this moment, Lingling's face was also flushed, and she whispered, "Xin'er... Is it that comfortable..."

"Of course, Xiaowei is very good, do you want to try... Ah... Ah..."

Xin'er was already half-possessed by the devil, and said to Lingling with great enjoyment.

"Ah... Ah... This... This..."

Lingling hesitated a little, and her hand left Xin'er's breasts, but she was clearly tempted.

Suddenly, Xin'er stopped moving and said, "Come on, it really feels good, I'm not lying to you."

As she spoke, Xin'er abruptly stopped and stood up from me, seemingly making room for Lingling.

Lingling looked at my penis, which was covered in semen and as hard as an iron rod, and bit her finger, saying, "Then I'll...
I'll try it... If it's not comfortable, I'll punish you..."

After saying that, Lingling actually turned around, facing away from me and sticking her buttocks out, as if waiting to be penetrated.

At this point, I had no more thoughts; I just wanted my penis to be enveloped again.

Xin'er looked even more expectant. She gently pulled me and asked me to stand up. At this time, I also moved up,
holding Lingling's delicate buttocks with one hand, and holding the swollen penis in the other hand and began to explore the slit of her flesh. The hot
glans made Lingling whimper.

In fact, Lingling's pussy was already very wet from my own touch, so I found the entrance of the hole without much effort
. No matter what, I straightened my waist and pushed in at once.

Perhaps it was because Lingling was in the idle period and had not been exploited for too long, so her flesh hole was extremely tight, and my cock was instantly
wrapped tightly by her tender flesh.

"Ah... Why is it so big... Be gentle..."

Maybe I was too reckless and hurt Lingling. She couldn't help shouting. Fortunately, it was already dark, otherwise someone would have
heard her.

Xin'er, standing beside me, gently patted my buttocks and said, "Honey, be gentle... What's the rush?
It's not like I forbid you from having sex with your senior..."

This stimulation made it impossible for me to control myself. I gripped Lingling's buttocks tightly with both hands, and
once she adjusted to my size, I immediately launched a fierce attack. Instinctively,

I thrust my penis in and out of Lingling's narrow vagina, completely disregarding her feelings
.

Lingling, who hadn't tasted "meat" in a long time, experienced pleasure mixed with pain, but could only moan softly.

After a while of passionate thrusting, a sudden wave of intense self-reproach washed over me. I quickly stopped
, turning to Xin'er with shame, and said, "Xin'er... I'm sorry, I got carried away... How could I
do such a thing in front of you... I'm so sorry..."

As I spoke, I tried to pull out my penis.

Although Xin'er had been the one to give way, for a traditional person like me, having sex with someone else in front of my girlfriend
was something that deserved to be struck by lightning.

To my surprise, Xin'er smiled knowingly, pressed down on my buttocks to prevent me from pulling out, and then leaned close to my ear
and whispered, "Honey, why are you apologizing? It was me who initiated things between you and your senior. Honestly,
it's like you find watching me have sex with someone else exciting; I find watching you have sex with someone else exciting too!

I know you love me and don't want me to be upset, but you need to understand that sex and love are different." "You're just a 'spice' in
our love life. As long as you don't do it behind my back, it proves you only have me in your heart
!"

Sexologist Xin'er launched into her theories again, but this time I genuinely agreed. Even though I was
with someone else, I felt like I was still having sex with Xin'er, just with an added "prop

." It might not be appropriate to say that about Lingling, but that was the truth.

Seeing me stop, Lingling became unhappy. She gently wiggled her hips and said, "What are you doing... Don't
stop... I haven't had enough yet..."

I hadn't expected that Lingling, who had just been crying out in pain, was now completely conquered by me, immersed in the pleasure of our lovemaking.

It seemed that my "training" with Xin'er

had made me an expert.

At this moment, Xin'er hugged me, smiled slightly, and said, "Continue, husband, Xin'er is so excited..."

As soon as she finished speaking, she kissed me again, pulling my hand to her full breasts.

I also figured it out and started attacking Lingling again, but this time not to please
Lingling , but to excite Xin'er even more.

While I was having sex with Lingling, I was passionately kissing Xin'er, who was masturbating. I never expected my first threesome to be like
this ; I had originally thought the other girl would be Lu Jiayan.

"Xin'er... I feel so good I'm about to explode..."

I said indistinctly, my tongue mingling with Xin'er's.

"Ah... husband... my juices are flowing all over the floor... I'm so happy to see you enjoying it so much, I'll let you..."
"Make it even more comfortable..."

With that, Xin'er squatted down, fiddling with her own vulva while simultaneously taking
my testicles, which slapped against Lingling's buttocks with each movement, into her mouth in an extremely lewd posture.

Xin'er's warm mouth and her inhumanly beautiful and wanton appearance brought me to the brink of ecstasy.

For a moment, the entire studio was filled with the "slap slap" sounds of flesh colliding

, the "sizzle" of Xin'er's saliva

, and Lingling's increasingly unrestrained moans.

The stimulation made me want to ejaculate immediately. I excitedly stammered, "Ah...ah...I'm going to cum
...I'm going to cum..."

"Honey, take it out and cum in my mouth, don't get it inside my senior's..."

Before Xin'er could finish speaking, I pulled out my throbbing penis, and Xin'er immediately took it all
in.

My penis sprayed wildly in Xin'er's mouth until it was completely full, flowing out from the corners of her mouth
.

As I pulled out, Lingling's vagina contracted a few times, and began to flow out streams of lustful fluid. She kept
her mouth , but she couldn't hide the moans of orgasm.

Xin'er, on the other hand, swallowed all my semen without hesitation, and even used her delicate fingers to smear the part that
had slid down her lip.

Although Xin'er had swallowed my semen before, this was the first time I'd ever had so much. Seeing her
enjoying , I felt both comfortable and a little reluctant.

And so, this sudden and illogical lewd performance came to an end.

The three of us collapsed in different places, savoring the "feast" we'd just had.

To be honest, Xin'er's series of actions weren't too unexpected, but Lingling was something I really didn't
expect she was so open, so quick to do it with me.

I really don't know if it's because girls these days are so casual, or if it's just that youthful hormones make young
bodies unable to control themselves.

After cleaning up, Lingling, still as carefree as ever, casually said goodbye and went back to her dorm,
while Xin'er and I, arm in arm, went home.

The next morning, as soon as I woke up, I was instantly overwhelmed by a very uncomfortable feeling—guilt,
regret, and fear.

Firstly, yesterday's events seemed utterly absurd; how could I have let Xin'er "train" me like that,
having sex with Lingling in front of her, and in such a lewd threesome at that? Secondly, I had no idea
how to . We used to have a stiff relationship, constantly teasing each other, but who knew that just one night, we
'd become intimate, and she was the first woman I'd slept with besides Xin'er.

Although I had indeed come to terms with it yesterday, after a night's sleep, I still felt it had gone too far, and my heart was filled with
unease.

Sigh, I really wish this was all a dream.

Not long after I woke up, Xin'er woke up too. She shifted her body and hugged me, burying her head in my chest, a
happy smile on her face. It seemed her mood was completely different from mine.

"Xin'er, it's about time to get up for class, or you'll be late,"

I said softly, stroking Xin'er's hair.

"Mmm... okay... okay..."

Xin'er said, but her hand had already begun to wander and grasp my morning erection. What a
lustful little slut.

"Honey, you're so amazing! You made your senior sister like that last night, and you're still so energetic this morning, hehe..."

Xin'er said while rubbing my penis.

I quickly grabbed her hand, lest things escalate again, and said apologetically, "Okay,
okay, stop talking. I was really too much last night. Sigh, how am I going to face Lingling now..."

Xin'er said nonchalantly, "What's there to be ashamed of? You're so amazing, your senior must have had a great
time . Maybe she should even thank you. Life without a boyfriend isn't easy, hehe..."

I thought to myself, no need for thanks, just don't punish me.

All day today, I've been in a daze, the scenes from last night keep replaying in my mind. I feel completely out of
it , like I'm in a fog.

Seeing my state, Haozi couldn't resist teasing me, telling me to take care of myself and not to lose control just because I rented a place.
As the saying goes, there's no such thing as a field ruined by overworking an ox.

I was too lazy to argue with him. If I told him about the lewd threesome I had last night,
he'd probably be so jealous he'd want to kill me.

As school was about to let out, my phone vibrated in my pocket. It was a text message.

I thought it was Xin'er inviting me to dinner, but it was from Lingling: "Silly apprentice,
bring . I'll be waiting for you at the art studio.

" My heart tightened. This message completely betrayed Lingling's true feelings. Would she get angry with me,
or would she just treat it as a dream and let me go? I read the message several times, noticing

the ambiguity in the words "silly apprentice." I thought, maybe my fate won't be too bad? I had originally planned to ask Xin'er to come
along , but for some reason, their counselor insisted on holding a meeting with several students, so I had no
choice but to go alone.

Arriving at the teaching building from last night, the scenes in my mind became increasingly clear, and I grew more and more nervous.

I struggled to reach the classroom door. It seemed there were still classes in the art studio; the door was tightly closed, and the curtains
were drawn firmly.

Not knowing what was going on, I took out my phone and called Lingling. She answered and whispered,
"You've arrived? Okay, okay... wait a minute."

Before I hung up, the door in front of me suddenly opened a crack, and Lingling's head popped out. She whispered,
"Hurry up and come in, I'll give you extra lessons today."

What should have been a perfectly legitimate matter was made all mysterious, but I still braced myself and stepped into the studio.

There were about seven or eight people sitting in the studio, all painting intently. My appearance suddenly broke
the silence , but they only glanced at me briefly before lowering their heads again to continue painting.

In the blink of an eye, I looked toward the center of the studio. There sat an old man, nearly sixty, on the bed. He was completely
naked but motionless, only glancing at me out of the corner of his eye. Although he sat in front of everyone without any reservations,
his expression was very calm.

Just then, Lingling nudged me and whispered, "Hurry up and find a place to sit. This is the male model
for . Draw him, and hurry, it'll be over at 6:30."

Lingling seemed to have forgotten about last night, only urging me to practice.

I didn't care about anything else and quickly found a place to sit and start working.

Although there was only an hour left, I could already draw a rough sketch.

Time was tight, and I didn't have time to observe my surroundings; I picked up my brush and got into the zone.

For a moment, only the "swish"

of brushstrokes could be heard in the studio.

Who would have thought that a lewd show had taken place here last night?

Time always flies when you're focused on drawing, and an hour was up in no time.

Many people had already left the studio, exchanging a few pleasantries with Lingling before leaving. It seemed that
Lingling had arranged this practice session, and everyone was grateful to her.

Time was up, and although I hadn't finished, I was about 70-80% done.

The old man who was the model got up and went to the changing room.

The quiet studio gradually became lively as the remaining people chatted and packed up their things.

"Alright everyone, that's all for today. I hope you all do well in the competition!"

Lingling spoke, adopting a leader's demeanor.

After speaking, she moved closer to me and whispered, "Don't follow me, wait for me."

My heart tightened again. Did Lingling really have ulterior motives? After most of the people had left,
the old man, dressed, came out and walked straight towards Lingling.

His earlier composure vanished, and he spoke to Lingling with a thick local accent, trying to ingratiate himself:
"Boss, boss, could you pay me now? It's four hours today, a total of one hundred and twenty
yuan . I even gave you an extra seven minutes!"

Through her thick glasses, Lingling rolled her eyes at him and said, "Alright, alright, when has the school ever owed
you money? I told you before, I'll pay you in one lump sum after the exams. What's the rush?"

The old man was displeased upon hearing this, saying, "Including the last one, the one before that, and the one next time, it's over five hundred
yuan! How can you cultured people bully people like this!" Seeing

the old man's anxious look, Lingling's tone softened a bit. She explained, "Uncle Wang, you've
been a model at M University for more than just a day or two. Don't you trust me? The school said they'll settle accounts after the competition, so I
can't do anything about it. Just wait a couple of days, they'll definitely give it to you."

Seeing Lingling's fierce expression, the old man relented. As he walked out, he said sullenly:
"Fine, fine, what can I do if you don't give it to me? It's just that the old man is easy to bully!"

After the old man left, Lingling said angrily to me, "That old man, all he thinks about is money. I don't even care
about 's so unprofessional! As a model, he's always moving around and grabbing things. If I could find someone else, I
wouldn't hire him again!"

Seeing Lingling's sullen face, I awkwardly comforted her. "Okay, senior," I said, "it's not easy for people this old
to be working. Calm down."

Lingling muttered a few more curses before she calmed down. After everyone left, she closed the door and said to me, "Take out
yesterday 's painting and the one from earlier. I'll take a look. It's all your fault last night, you two didn't even talk about anything important!"

As she finished speaking, a faint blush appeared on Lingling's face.

It seemed that Lingling wouldn't blame me anymore.

I didn't expect this homebody to be so open-minded. I never believed in those things like hookups or one-night stands, but now it seems I was really out of touch
. Girls these days aren't as reserved as I imagined.

I finally felt relieved, but I didn't dare bring it up again. I quickly pulled out the painting I had tucked into the easel
and handed it to Lingling, asking for her feedback.

Lingling seemed unusually serious today, and her instruction wasn't as harsh as before. It seems
that lesson was quite effective.

I listened intently, wanting to extract every last drop from Lingling's mind, otherwise, how could I live up to
Xin'er's expectations?

After about an hour, Lingling finally said, "That's about all I can teach you. You
know , art is more about talent. From now on, it's up to you."

I didn't say anything, just nodded heavily, but my nod was filled with gratitude and apology.

After a pause, Lingling blushed and hesitated before continuing, "Oh, and also, a guy's been
pursuing me lately, and I've already said yes, so consider last night's incident a favor to you. You big pervert, don't
bother me again!"

Damn, I've been labeled a pervert again, but I couldn't explain myself at this point, so I swallowed my words
.

But at least it turned out well. I quickly replied, "Don't worry, senior, I swear to God, I absolutely
won't bother you, or may I be struck by lightning."

I said this not only because I wanted to reassure Lingling, but also because I had absolutely
no interest in this kind of loli girl.

After hearing this, Lingling pretended to run to the window and look at the sky for a long time before saying, "There's no thunder yet, so I
'll believe you for now. But don't go back on your word, okay? If you get struck by lightning and die, your little darling will have to go to
someone else, haha!"

Seeing that Lingling had returned to normal, I quickly laughed along as well.

After teasing me for a while, Lingling continued, "Also, don't come to see me for the last week
. I'm afraid the organizing committee will have a problem with me. The others already had a lot of complaints about me calling you today, since
you're the only freshman who's been given a special opportunity to participate in the competition. But I can help you with something. This is Old Wang's
phone number; he's already confirmed as a model for the competition. You can practice with him a few times, which will give you a better chance.

But you'll have to pay for it yourself. As long as you mention my name, he won't dare charge you extra."

After saying this, Lingling told me to write down her number and then left.

Although I didn't have a teacher anymore, I had learned almost everything I needed to, and I was still quite confident.

When I got home, I briefly explained what happened to Xin'er, and she said, "See, I told you your senior wouldn't be
angry with you. You don't need to worry now. Also, that model, hurry up and invite him to come a few times to practice. We
don't lack that little bit of money."

Originally, I wasn't planning on asking the old man for help because I felt it was unnecessary; I was already quite confident.

However, after Xin'er's advice, just to be on the safe side and to avoid worrying Xin'er, I
decided to have him practice once. Like Xin'er said, we don't lack that little bit of money; it's always good to have some insurance.

Without further ado, I picked up the phone and dialed the number Lingling had left. After a long pause, the old man finally
answered . I quickly said, "Hello, is this Master Wang?"

"Who is this?"

The old man's voice was muffled; I almost didn't understand him. I guess his phone was of very poor quality.

"Hello Mr. Wang, I'm a student at the M University Academy of Fine Arts. Cao Ling gave me your phone number. I
'd like to ask you to come and be a model for me."

I stated my purpose directly.

The old man seemed to hesitate for a moment before replying, "Oh, sure, but let's make it clear first, it's thirty yuan
an hour, and I'll only come if I get payment on the day of the appointment!"

It seemed the old man was worried and wanted to discuss payment first.

I didn't want to delay, so I replied, "Don't worry, I'll pay you afterward. This is a personal invitation,
no problem."

"Don't lie to me! If you don't pay, I'll go and stage a sit-in with your supervisor!"

The old man was still uneasy.

I almost laughed and replied, "Alright, alright, I'll pay as soon as you arrive, okay?"

Hearing this, the old man perked up, "Okay, okay, when?" I

had no classes tomorrow afternoon, so I thought for a moment and said, "How about 2 pm tomorrow, at xxxxxx
(my address; I can't use the school's art studio, so I'm at home)?"

"Great, great, I'll come! Also, you have to reimburse my bus fare
and buy me a bottle of mineral water."

Now I understand why Lingling hates him so much.

Xin'er, standing nearby, also laughed; such a greedy person is rare indeed.

The next day, I prepared my tools and decorated the house early, waiting for the old man to arrive. Xin'er
even took the day off to keep me company.

I didn't want Xin'er to see the old man and his "old bird

," but I couldn't persuade her otherwise, so I agreed.

Although the old man was greedy, he was quite punctual.

In fact, he was unusually punctual; at exactly 2 o'clock, not a second off, he knocked on my door.

I quickly got up to open the door, and the old man outside, wiping his sweat, said, "You've really barged in
! It's unbearably hot! Did you invite me to paint that person?"

I didn't want to talk to him much, so I nodded and welcomed him in.

As soon as the old man entered, he looked around rudely, which made me very uncomfortable.

On the contrary, Xin'er was very enthusiastic, not only quickly urging the old man to sit down but also offering him fruit.

At this moment, the old man's eyes finally stopped their appraising and were completely fixed on Xin'er.

No wonder, he probably had never seen a goddess like Xin'er in his entire life.

"Master Wang, please have some water and rest for a while. There's fruit here, don't be shy!"

Xin'er said to the old man.

At this moment, I really admired Xin'er. Many so-called masters and big shots preach equality to
others , but in reality, they look down on people from the lower classes. On the other hand, Xin'er doesn't look down on
anyone. Perhaps this is one of the reasons why I am fortunate enough to be her boyfriend.

The old man seemed a little flattered, but his eyes kept stealing glances at Xin'er.

I had already set up my easel and said to the old man, "Master Wang, once you've rested, go sit over there.
Let's start and finish as soon as possible."

The old man quickly gulped down his water, then unceremoniously ate two apples before asking, "
Where do I change?"

I pointed to the restroom and said, "Go change in the restroom; you can leave your clothes there."

The old man then reluctantly went into the restroom, seemingly trying to procrastinate as much as possible.

I couldn't help but chuckle to myself. Some people are just like that, only focused on the immediate tasks, yet they end up earning
less money. What's the point of dawdling for a few minutes? Xin'er tidied up her things and sat quietly
beside me, looking so obedient and adorable.

The old man dawdled for at least ten minutes before finally emerging from the restroom, muttering, "Oh,
sorry , I'm getting old, I'm slow!"

Perhaps it was a habit of his profession, but even though he came out completely naked, being stared at by a beauty like Xin'er
didn't seem to bother him at all. However, his "old bird" swayed

with his every step, which disgusted me.

Although Xin'er was careful, I still noticed her peeking at the old man's penis. But I figured that was only
natural; when a naked person appears, everyone unconsciously looks at their genitals, so I
didn't pay much attention.

The old man naturally leaned back comfortably on the bed, his "old bird"

dangling limply, still so eye-catching.

I mimicked Lingling's tone and said, "Master Wang, I'm about to begin. Please don't move. If you need to
rest, just let me know in advance."

The old man weakly grunted

and stopped moving.

The room suddenly fell silent, and I picked up my pen and began to draw seriously.

I drew for about an hour. At first, it was fine; the old man sat upright and motionless, with the air of a professional
model .

But gradually, he started doing what Lingling had said: when you weren't paying attention, he would wiggle a little, and when you
weren't paying attention , he would grab a little, which really annoyed me.

Xin'er, who was intently watching me paint, noticed the problem. She said softly, "Master Wang,
if tired, please tell us, okay? He can't paint if you keep fidgeting."

The old man scoffed, "What are you, young lady? You can't even paint, and you're just sitting
there lecturing me."

Xin'er kindly replied, "I'm not lecturing you. I've been a model too, and what you're doing
has a huge impact on an artist. I know you're getting old and might not be able to keep going, but could you at least tell me beforehand?"

"Oh, you city folks are all braggarts. Nobody would believe you've ever been a model! You have no idea
how !"

The old man, perhaps trying to relax, started fidgeting as he spoke. Now,
all my previous drawing was ruined! I was annoyed, but Xin'er patiently said, "Since you don't believe me, how about this?
I'll be the model too, I'll sit next to you. If I don't move, you don't move either, okay?" As

soon as Xin'er said this, I sensed something was wrong, and the old man's eyes suddenly lit up. He said, "
Nobody would believe you, kid!"

I quickly grabbed Xin'er and turned to the old man, saying, "Alright, alright, stop moving, I
'll continue drawing."

But then Xin'er... But Xin'er persisted, saying, "Honey, you know I always keep my word. To
prove I'm not a liar, I'm going. Besides, didn't you have to draw a male and a female model for your exam?

Today can be a mock exam."

Xin'er's determined look left me somewhat at a loss, but more importantly,
a strange excitement suddenly welled up inside me. What would it be like to have my perfect girlfriend completely naked next to this sleazy old man
? As she spoke, Xin'er stood up.

Because of the heat, she was already wearing very little, which immediately drew the attention of both me and the old man.

Underneath her thin clothes, a curvaceous body exuded a deadly allure.

My mind was in turmoil. How could I let Xin'er appear naked next to this disgusting old man?
Yet the excitement of exposing my girlfriend and cuckolding me was uncontrollable.

The old man seemed surprised as well, but he quickly calmed down, his eyes gleaming as he said, "Oh, I
don't believe you'd actually dare to come."

I knew Xin'er was most susceptible to provocation. I saw her walk towards the old man on the bed, placing
her hand on her clothes as if she was ready to undress.

"Xin'er, wait..."

My thoughts were a jumbled mess, and I didn't know what to say. I just helplessly wanted to stop Xin'er.

"Honey, you've been doing nude painting for so long, why are you still like this? You're creating
art , don't think so much. Besides, Master Wang is a professional model, he definitely won't think too much about it."

Seeing my worried look, Xin'er turned around with a smile to comfort me.

The old man quickly chimed in, "You students are used to seeing nudes, why are you
still so coy?"

This old man can't even pronounce the word "naked," but he's quite the smooth talker.

Under their combined attack, I almost agreed in a daze, but then I suddenly woke
up No, absolutely not! In the past, because of my dazed state, Xin'er suffered a lot. This time
, I must secure the situation.

I put down my paintbrush and stood up, then took Xin'er's hand and said firmly, "Come on, I need to
talk to you about something."

Without waiting for a reply, I pulled Xin'er into the bathroom, leaving the old man anxiously waiting outside.

After closing the bathroom door, I put my arm around Xin'er's waist and whispered, "Xin'er, what are you thinking?
You're not up to some trick again, are you?"

Having spent so much time with Xin'er, I've noticed that she often uses these situations to do some naughty things to "teach" me a lesson.
Since that's the case, I might as well get straight to the point beforehand.

Xin'er's eyes darted away, but she still pretended to be nonchalant and said, "No, I just
wanted to help you. Master Wang keeps moving around, and all your previous drawings are wasted. If I went,
he definitely wouldn't dare to move around so much. Besides, you guys need to draw two models for the exam, right
? This is perfect..."

Xin'er's tone and expression told me that she had no idea how to lie.

Actually, I should say she wasn't lying to me, but she was hiding some things from me.

Of course, I knew what she was thinking, so I deliberately said, "Oh, okay then, but you don't need to take off
your clothes later. Just sit next to him. I'm already very familiar with drawing female bodies!"

Xin'er suddenly said anxiously, "No, no, that will definitely affect you. I'd better take them off
!"

This little girl, I've made it so obvious, but she still won't confess. I had no choice but to say, "Little Xin'er,
do you think I don't know what you're thinking? I was confused before, but now I understand your little tricks!

Remember what you said that night? I was really excited! So don't hide it from me anymore."

For the first time, I broke through that thin veil between Xin'er and me.

Actually, this is just a unique interest in our sex life. She likes to expose herself, and I like cuckolding,
so why should we hide it anymore? Not only did it exhaust everyone, but it also caused some unnecessary trouble.

I've completely broken through this wall.

Hearing me say that, Xin'er blushed and stuck out her tongue, saying, "I'm sorry, honey, I was
afraid you'd be angry, so I kept trying to change you slowly through these things... I really hope you can completely
let go and fully enjoy the sex you like."

I kissed Xin'er on the cheek and said, "You little rascal, how could I blame you? I love you
so much ! Now I'm telling you, you've successfully changed me, so from today onwards, let's break down this last
barrier and be completely honest with each other!"

I don't know if it was because the threesome that night had such a big impact on me, but when I said these words,
I didn't feel uncomfortable at all.

Xin'er seemed very excited, and tears welled up in her big eyes. All her efforts had finally
paid off; she had finally completed the "training" of her boyfriend.

Overall, it was a very bizarre thing.

The words were out in the open, and my lust for my wife had taken over.

I picked up Xin'er and said excitedly, "Xin'er, what do you want to do today? How are you going to provoke
me?"

Xin'er lowered her head shyly and replied, "You're so naughty! It's clearly you who wants to play! Since you're
so proactive today, I'll do whatever you say... But I have to remind you, don't forget the important matter..."
"We hired a model to help you practice, don't just play around..."

I quickly nodded, but my mind was already preoccupied with how to use Xin'er to toy with the old man.

"Hey Xin'er, why don't you put on some light makeup first? Even though the old man was already stunned by you, I
want to surprise him even more."

I immediately got to the point.

Xin'er obediently nodded, turned her head to face the mirror, and started fiddling with her makeup box.

I wasn't idle either; I gently picked Xin'er up from behind, my hands intentionally or unintentionally
roaming , trying to warm her up.

Xin'er was diligently applying makeup to her face, drawing her eyebrows and applying lipstick, making the girl in the mirror
even more alluring.

My actions became more and more intense; one hand gently traced her lower body, while the other was already glued to her
full breasts.

Perhaps stimulated quite a bit by me, Xin'er's face was unusually flushed despite not having any powder on.

She gently twisted her body, pretending to be angry, and said, "Stop touching me, honey, I'm going to mess it up."

At that moment, I suddenly remembered a phrase that my anime friend Lingling had told me not long ago: "You say
no, but your body tells a different story."

This perfectly described Xin'er now; not only were her cheeks flushed, but her lower body was also completely wet.

Seeing that Xin'er had almost finished applying makeup, I began the second step of my plan.

Xin'er was wearing a tank top, completely braless underneath. I quietly placed my hand on her shoulder and slowly
pulled the straps down from both sides. Then, with a swift motion, I ripped the entire tank top off.

With this movement, Xin'er's firm F-cup breasts truly sprang out of her clothes,
swaying like two water balloons—a sight that would leave anyone breathless.

Xin'er didn't resist, only her face turned even redder. So, without any hesitation, I
pulled down her hot pants and underwear as well.

And just like that, a lightly made-up, stunningly beautiful mixed-race woman appeared naked in the mirror—
a sight that shouldn't exist in this world.

Xin'er hadn't finished her makeup yet, and I wanted to further arouse her, so I quietly took out my already painfully hard penis
and rubbed it back and forth against her pert buttocks. Xin'er's buttocks were full and elastic,
with a mysterious and alluring deep ravine between the two mounds of flesh, making anyone want to explore it.

And so, while Xin'er was putting on her makeup, I teased her all over. Before the main event even began,
we already losing control.

"Honey, does it look good?"

Xin'er finally finished her makeup, smacked her lips with lipstick, and asked me.

Good? This is more than just good-looking! Xin'er is so modest. This
beauty , is beyond words.

I nibbled on Xin'er's earlobe and replied, "Beautiful...so beautiful...I don't know if you
'll give that old man a heart attack when you go out later!"

"Honey, you're so naughty...your wife is about to be seen naked, and you're still so happy, so annoying!"

Xin'er said deliberately, and her words undoubtedly gave me an aphrodisiac.

"Of course I won't let him see so easily, I'll tease him slowly, haha!"

I said with a lewd smile.

As I spoke, I casually took a bath towel from the hook next to me and handed it to Xin'er, then said, "
Use this towel to cover yourself when you go out later."

Xin'er took the bath towel and skillfully wrapped it around herself, thus covering up her tempting spring scenery.

But this wasn't part of my plan. I said to Xin'er, "Okay, Xin'er, that's not
how you dress. Let me show you."

Xin'er looked at me with some doubt and said, "Okay, you tell me how to dress."

I replied, "Untie the towel and expose your back and buttocks."

I thought that just that jade-like back and plump buttocks would be enough to drive an old man crazy.

Xin'er obediently untied the towel, folded the large towel in half and hugged it to her chest, exposing her entire jade-like back and
buttocks .

She said shyly, "Is this okay?"

I drooled and continued, "Yes, yes, but it's still too conservative in the front. Pull
the towel down a bit and expose more of your chest."

I directed in a lewd way.

Xin'er lowered her head to look at her chest, then slowly pulled down until half of her breast and deep cleavage were fully
exposed before stopping. She asked, "Is this how it is?"

Xin'er's actions and expression were driving me crazy. My lust intensified, and I said, "Xin'er
, how about pulling it down a little more and showing a bit of your areola?"

Xin'er laughed, "Okay, okay, I didn't know you were so horny. No wonder everyone says you're
a big pervert, haha!"

Even though she said that, Xin'er still did as I said, pulling the towel down a little more on her right breast. This time,
a small circle of rosy areola was revealed. Xin'er looked even more alluring than if she were naked! "How about
that? Is that enough now? If you pull it down any further, you won't need to cover yourself with the towel!"

Xin'er said playfully.

"Okay! Absolutely perfect! I think even any woman would be captivated by you,
my dear Xin'er, you're so beautiful!"

I kept praising Xin'er, and it was all the truth.

Xin'er said shyly, "Bad husband, I didn't think anything of it at first, but after you did this,
I'm actually a little embarrassed. What do you think Master Wang's reaction will be when he sees this?"

"What reaction could he possibly have? He'll definitely want to devour you! Haha!"

I replied with a laugh.

Xin'er hesitated for a moment, then said, "So... so... do you want me to have sex with him
?"

Xin'er's words made my heart skip a beat.

Exposing my girlfriend was fine, but if it really came down to it, I was still a little uneasy.

But I quickly came to terms with it and said to Xin'er, "It's up to you. If you want to do it, then do it;
if you don't, I won't force you."

Xin'er smiled and said, "Thank you, honey!"

I don't know if Xin'er will really go for it. She probably wouldn't want such a sleazy old man, right?
But who knows what this little vixen will do? Once everything was ready, I said to Xin'er, "Alright, let's go out
. You follow behind me. As for what to do next, we'll just have to see how it goes!"

Xin'er nodded, made a face at me, and looked expectant just like me.

I had just opened the bathroom door and hadn't even stepped out when the old man's voice rang out: "What are you
two doing ? You've been in there for ages! The time you've wasted goes into my paycheck..."

He couldn't finish his last word because he saw me and Xin'er walking into
the living room .

To be precise, it wasn't so much about me, but rather that he was speechless with astonishment upon seeing Xin'er.

Heh, anyone who saw Xin'er at that moment would be awestruck! As an uncultured
and , he made no attempt to hide anything. His eyes were fixed on Xin'er, his mouth slightly
open, as if he wanted to devour her whole.

The old man's gaze only fueled my excitement, while Xin'er behind me was too shy to lift her
head.

I forced myself to remain calm, trying to keep my voice from going off-key: "Alright, alright, let's start again.
I'll give you the time you had before. Um... female model, you can sit on the bed too!"

With that, I turned and went behind my easel.

Without my cover, the old man had a full view of Xin'er's face—that deep cleavage, those long legs,
that milky-white skin—he probably had never seen anything like it in his life! The old man's burning gaze made Xin'er instinctively tighten
the towel in front of her, making her ample breasts appear even more prominent.

Xin'er tiptoed quickly to the bed, lowered her head, and curled up beside the old man.

Now, her carefully arranged bare back and slightly exposed areolas made the old man's eyes practically spit fire
! At this moment, both the old man and Xin'er seemed like different people. The old man was no longer as nagging and mischievous as before,
and Xin'er's face turned as red as a ripe tomato.

Suddenly, the room fell silent, save for the three of them breathing heavily.

As the director, I had to break the somewhat awkward silence: "Ahem, Master Wang, you
're a professional in this field, how can you be so disrespectful? Why are you staring at her like that?"

I had been very direct, and most people would have been embarrassed, but this old man was truly straightforward. Not only did he
not look away, but he also said in a trembling voice, "This girl's body is so white... so beautiful...
I've never seen anything like it before! Is she a foreigner? Only foreigners are this white!"

As he spoke, he actually reached out and touched Xin'er's bare back.

This startled Xin'er. She quickly moved aside, panting, and said, "
Master Wang... please be gentle! You said you didn't believe me, but now I'm sitting here.
Please don't move around anymore and just be a model!"

The old man nodded, but his eyes remained fixed on me.

I hadn't expected him to be so bold, going straight for it.

But his action made my lower body swell up terribly.

Looking at the old man's genitals, his withered "old bird"

was also showing signs of rising.

I cleared my throat, preparing for my next move: "Alright, alright, you all focus, I'm about to
start drawing. Um... female model, could you please take your towel? I want to see what pose you'd like to strike."

My voice was trembling as I said this.

Hearing my words, Xin'er gently bit her lip; to be honest, I'd never seen her so shy.

However, Xin'er was very obedient. She glanced at the old man out of the corner of her eye, then looked at me, and then slowly
loosened the towel she had been clutching to her chest.

The bath towel slipped off, revealing Xin'er's enormous breasts—the kind that would entice any man and make any woman envious—
to the lustful old man beside her.

Just look at how quickly that old man's

penis sprang to life; you could tell how devastating those breasts were to him.

"This girl, how come her breasts are so big! And the shape is so nice, even the nipples are red! You
must be a foreigner; only foreign women have breasts that big!"

The old man shamelessly appraised Xin'er, his eyes fixed on her chest, making Xin'er too
ashamed to lift her head.

I thought to myself, you old geezer, your ancestors' graves are emitting auspicious smoke! With a body like Xin'er's, you could spend a fortune and
still not see anything like it! And you, you old loser, got to enjoy it for free! At this point, I was incredibly excited.
I ignored him and said to Xin'er, "Don't be so shy. Come on, stick your chest out, and put
the towel aside too, it'll cover your lower body."

I never imagined I would direct my girlfriend to expose her body in front of others like this; the feeling
was indescribably thrilling.

Xin'er obediently did as she was told, throwing the towel aside. Now, her entire white body was exposed
.

The old man also looked at Xin'er's private parts, but then his face suddenly darkened, and he said, "White Tiger Woman,
jinx!"

Although I had heard such rumors before, I never believed them. I just thought this old man was truly ungrateful
, letting him see Xin'er's body for nothing, and yet he still had to talk nonsense.

I couldn't stop anymore. I said, "Okay, relax a bit.
Show us the poses you struck the last two times you were a model."

I stared intently at Xin'er as I spoke.

Xin'er flinched a little, but still went along with me, striking several poses in succession.
We got a full view of her voluptuous body. Not to mention the old man next to me, even I almost had a nosebleed! At
this point, I was ready to play it a little harder. I said to Xin'er, "Not bad, not bad, but I think you haven't
shown us enough. How about this, sit back a bit, and spread your legs so we can see your little
pussy."

I deliberately used "we"

and "little pussy."

I knew that using vulgar words was a sure way to arouse Xin'er.

Sure enough, Xin'er blushed even more, then sat back a little, buried her head to one side, and obediently spread her
two long, beautiful legs.

Her shy, pink vulva was suddenly revealed, glistening with moisture.

"Open it a little wider, it's not very clear like this, or you can use your fingers to spread it open so we can see inside."

I was so excited I forgot who I was.

Xin'er gritted her teeth, placed her hand at the entrance of her vulva, and then gently parted her pink
labia with two fingers. And just like that, a stream of lustful fluid flowed out, like
a cherry overflowing with honey from overripe fruit.

I was completely mesmerized, while the old man beside me practically wanted to bury his head
between .

He muttered, "How come it's so red and tender? My wife's cunt is practically black!"

I thought to myself, comparing my Xin'er to your country bumpkin, you've got your brain caught in a door.

Xin'er just stretched out her vulva for us to admire, her fingers occasionally brushing against her clitoris.

If it weren't so outrageous, I think she would have masturbated right there and then! After watching for a while, I
felt it was time to move on to the next segment, so I said, "Hey, this isn't good either, it's just drawing you alone.

How about this, you and Master Wang both sit down, and you take his arm and lean on his shoulder, I think
that would look nice."

Xin'er glanced at the old man and nodded.

The old man was incredibly excited, quickly straightening up and waiting for the delicate figure beside him.

I looked at Xin'er expectantly, and she smiled at me, then slowly leaned her entire body against
the old man 's withered frame, and then took his arm.

The stark contrast between the fair and dark skin, the youthful and the aged, almost made my eyes pop out. I
couldn't help but say, "Yes, yes, that's it! Pull Master Wang's hand a little closer to yourself...

Yes, yes, it's even better to clamp his arm between your breasts... And down there, put his hand on your vulva
..."

Xin'er started to take the initiative, assuming a lewd pose without me even saying a word.

Her head rested on the old man's shoulder, pulling his arm between her breasts, while simultaneously
guiding his hand to her tender vulva.

The person feeling most comfortable now was Old Man Wang.

His penis had grown even larger, his whole body trembling, completely absorbed in
the beauty's softness.

I was so shocked I was completely blank, and could only say, "Okay...okay, that's
fine, I'll start drawing..."

Just as I was about to put pen to paper, the old man suddenly said, "Wait...wait a minute...
I can't take this! If I start drawing, you'll all scold me!"

I replied, "Ah? What are you going to do then?"

The old man finally showed a hint of shame. He scratched his head and mumbled, "I... I
'll go to the bathroom and take care of it myself."

I was at a loss for what to do, but Xin'er had already taken over my command. She said to the old man, "
Master Wang, I think I should just help you. That should be faster. We've been wasting too much time."

Xin'er's words made my heart pound. It really is true that couples need to work together to reach the peak.

The old man couldn't believe his ears. He looked at the beautiful Xin'er and said, "Girl, what did you say?

What are you going to do?"

Xin'er didn't answer, but just laughed lasciviously and suddenly grabbed the old man's penis with one hand. I knew Xin'er
like too well. It seemed that she was no longer shy, but had entered "devil form"! This was no small
matter. Xin'er's slender hands made the old man cry out, "What are you doing? I can't take it!"

Xin'er continued to stroke him with a grin, and the old man immediately went limp, exclaiming, "You
little girl, you even know how to give a blowjob! It feels so good!"

Xin'er's movements were sometimes fast, sometimes slow. When she felt the old man was feeling particularly good, she would squeeze his
penis to calm him down.

This was a trick Xin'er often used on me; how good it felt, you'd only know if you experienced it yourself.

While stroking the old man, Xin'er asked, "Master Wang, is this okay? You
have to tell me beforehand if you want to ejaculate..."

This little vixen, her technique was all about making you feel good but not making you ejaculate; this old man was in for a treat.

Meanwhile, I reached into my pants... After stroking for a while, Xin'er asked feigned concern,
"Master Wang, why haven't you ejaculated yet?"

The old man, panting, said, "The way you're doing it... the way you're squeezing me, I can't ejaculate..."

Xin'er pretended not to understand and said to herself, "Ah? Is it not comfortable enough? Then how about this?"

Saying this, Xin'er stopped stroking, gestured for the old man to lie down, and then knelt in front of him.

After the old man lay down, Xin'er grabbed him and spread his legs, letting him wrap them around her waist.

Needless to say, this was another of Xin'er's special skills; we called it "steamed bun sandwiching a sausage."

Xin'er cupped her large breasts and easily squeezed the rather small "old bird"

tightly into the deep cleavage. Then she spat some saliva onto it and began to give the old man a
blowjob.

Her heavy, huge breasts rubbed up and down, her two pink nipples standing erect, waves of milk mixed with lewd
"plop plop"

sounds.

The combined visual and sensory stimulation caused the old man to pant heavily, uttering a very trendy phrase:
"You city folks... really know how to have fun..."

It seemed this old man was an honest man, not even knowing what nipple play was.

Watching my girlfriend energetically shaking her breasts to perform nipple play on someone else, I didn't dare openly pull out
my penis to masturbate; this was driving me crazy, and I kept squeezing my glans until it hurt.

Xin'er hadn't even done much when the old man

started yelling "Ugh! Ugh!", seemingly unable to take it anymore.

Xin'er noticed too; she slowed down, then looked at me, giving me a look that seemed to...
She asked me how to continue.

We've already gone this far, what's wrong with going a little further? I made up my mind. I half-clenched one hand, and with the other, I stretched out
two fingers, moving them back and forth between my half-clenched palm. The gesture was very obvious. I told Xin'er that I wanted to watch her
make love .

Xin'er saw this, stuck out her tongue, made a face at me, and then stopped what she was doing on her chest.

She pretended to be exhausted and lay down on the bed, saying unhappily, "Ugh, I'm so tired! I can't even get it done,
I'm not doing it anymore!"

This worried the old man, who almost pleaded, "Girl, I'm coming right away, please help
me a little longer, just a little bit!"

Xin'er smiled mischievously, still pretending to be unhappy, and said, "I don't believe you, I'm exhausted, you
do it yourself, I'm not moving."

As she spoke, Xin'er spread her legs, presenting her vulva to the old man, who instantly understood what she meant.

He excitedly fumbled around, asking, "Girl, do you want me to do it myself?"

Xin'er impatiently mimicked his accent and said, "What else?"

This delighted the old man, who suddenly sat up, grabbed his penis, and prepared to thrust.

Xin'er suddenly nudged him and scolded, "Wear a condom!"

The old man was confused and asked, "What kind of condom?"

Xin'er replied, "A contraceptive condom! What kind of condom can you wear these days!"

The old man scratched his head and said anxiously, "We country folk don't use those things. Where am I supposed to
find one for ?"

No wonder the countryside has to implement family planning; it seems that the contraceptive awareness of rural people is indeed worrying.

As the male head of the household, I considerately took a box of condoms from the drawer, tore one off, and handed it to the old man.

Old Wang seemed to only then remember my presence; he said somewhat fearfully, "Ah...ah...
sorry...I forgot about you...Is this girl your wife? You really want me to have sex with her?"

The old man's dialect, though amusing, was also filled with an element of excitement for me.

I replied excitedly, "Yes, yes, hurry up, or I'll miss my chance."

Xin'er, hearing this, pinched my leg and

mouthed "dislike" at me.

The old man hurriedly tore open the package, but couldn't put it on for a while; he probably had it upside down.

At this moment, Xin'er stood up and said, "You've really never used one before? Give it to me

, I'll put it on for you." With that, Xin'er took the condom from the old man and put it on for him.

Now everything was ready. Xin'er spread her legs facing the old man, the two of them only a step apart.

The old man casually grabbed Xin'er's leg, and his penis began to burrow inside. Xin'er suddenly said, "Husband,
come here... I want to hold your hand..."

Not knowing what was wrong with Xin'er, I quickly went to her side and took her hand.

Xin'er gently said, "Kiss me..."

Actually, I had already been unable to hold back, and I immediately lowered my head. When my tongue and Xin'er's tongue intertwined
, her body trembled. It seemed that the old man, Wang, was also penetrating Xin'er right in front of me.

I dared not look, but all I could hear was

the "slap slap slap" of the old man thrusting into Xin'er.

Xin'er gripped my hand tightly, moaning softly. This scene was just like that night in the art studio,
only the protagonists had changed.

Xin'er gradually lost herself, and she said, "Husband... is it good... is it good to watch Xin'er
have sex ?"

My throat was hoarse with excitement, and I almost couldn't speak: "It's... it's so good... I'm going to
explode..."

Hearing our conversation, the old man, while still having sex with Xin'er, said, "You city kids are really
strange , so happy to give your wives to other men to have sex with!"

The old man's words were even more hurtful . Driven to my wits' end, I couldn't hold back any longer. I straightened up, pulled out my already
throbbing penis, and shoved it into Xin'er's mouth.

With my penis in her mouth, Xin'er mumbled indistinctly, "Husband...you've been holding back for so long...
Xin'er will suck you good..."

I began to use Xin'er's mouth like a vagina, my eyes fixed on Old Wang.

This was the first time I'd ever watched someone else have sex with Xin'er.

Old Wang maintained his traditional country manners, tightly gripping Xin'er's calves, leaving
several red marks on her fair skin.

Old Wang had no skill whatsoever; he thrust in and out of Xin'er's vagina as violently as dogs mating.

Watching this scene, I felt like I was ascending to heaven.

Xin'er, being penetrated by two men, was experiencing intense pleasure and ecstasy. Although the old man wasn't particularly skilled
, the scene alone was enough to bring her to orgasm.

Sure enough, Old Wang only lasted a few minutes before ejaculating with a cry.

Although Xin'er and I weren't fully satisfied, we quickly stopped.

I knew very well that once a man ejaculated, he would immediately enter a state of extreme calm.

How would Old Wang, about to enter this state of extreme calm, deal with us, this pair of "adulterous husbands"?

I didn't want to cause any trouble right now.

I quickly pulled up my pants, then wrapped Xin'er in the blanket, and shoved Wang Laohan's clothes at him,
saying anxiously, "Master Wang, let's call it a day. Hurry up and get dressed and leave."

I pushed and pulled, urging Wang Laohan to put on his clothes. As he dressed, he kept saying, "You
kids are really strange! I don't care about you, but you have to pay! It's been three hours!"

I only wanted to get him out of there as soon as possible, so I didn't care about anything else. I took out two hundred yuan from my pocket and stuffed it into
his hand, saying, "Master Wang, here's the money. I'll give you an extra hundred, but don't tell anyone about what happened today
!"

My eyes flashed fiercely, and I looked like I was not to be trifled with.

Old Wang looked at me, then at the money in his hand, and said, "You city people are really strange! Do
n't worry, I won't say anything. I'm too embarrassed to talk about something so shameful!"

I practically pushed Old Wang out of the house before I felt at ease.

That old man had a really great day; not only did he sleep with a stunning beauty like Xin'er, but he also got two hundred yuan. No one would believe it
if I told them.

Turning back into the room, I immediately slumped down next to Xin'er. The excitement of today was simply
too much for me to handle; I was still incredibly agitated.

Xin'er crawled up from behind and hugged me, saying with a hint of reproach, "Little Wei, my husband...

I never realized you were so lewd! You made me so shy! I always thought you were an honest man, but
I never imagined you could be so naughty..."

I laughed, "Women love bad boys, right? So, did you like my plans for today?"

Xin'er playfully punched me, laughing, "You're so annoying! You... you even forget about serious matters!" "No, you said you were practicing!"

I turned around and pressed Xin'er down on the bed, saying, "Compared to practicing, I accomplished something much more
important ! My dear wife, aren't you satisfied? How about we have a second half?"

Xin'er playfully punched me while sweetly crying out, "Help! A big pervert has woken up
! What should I do?!" Let me

briefly recount what happened next.

I participated in the competition in excellent form and achieved a commendable third place. This not only shocked the older
students who participated but also made Lingling look at me with new respect.

It seemed that the school was also starting to pay attention to me. In short, I achieved results in this competition that exceeded my expectations.

Actually, the happiest person wasn't me, but Xin'er.

Seeing that my efforts had paid off and that the road ahead would be easier, she was happier than anyone else.

As for Old Man Wang, perhaps due to his conservative rural mindset, what happened that day made him feel extremely ashamed.

He avoided me when he saw me during the exam, probably because he didn't want to have anything to do with me anymore.

Perfect, this was the result I wanted most.

Finally, let me talk about the embarrassing stuff.

The stories that happened between us, Lingling, and Old Man Wang became our most powerful "sex toys,"
to the point that I had to buy some kidney-tonifying medicine to barely keep up with Xin'er's pace. It seems
the proverb about the ox and the field is indeed very true.

Also, Xin'er later told me that she didn't actually want to do it with Old Man Wang that day, which is why she was
so shy at first.

But to make me happy, she still went all the way.

It seems that although Xin'er enjoys all kinds of sex, she's not indiscriminate; she still has her own criteria for choosing a partner.

But regardless, having taken that final step, we're even more in love now. Our honest love, having broken down that last barrier
, is truly beautiful.

[To be continued]

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