【Lover's Tragedy】(Posted on behalf of someone else)

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Author: Xiao
Jin Published on behalf of: Nongxin
Posted on the forum on August 12, 2016
He was utterly fed up with those people online who shamelessly flaunted their love. Looking at those unique yet
monotonous group photos, he felt no sweetness from them. Those smiling faces seemed
to bring a chilling irony to the person in front of the screen.
He didn't think it was jealousy; rather, he simply didn't believe in love. The women he believed in were
the kind whose eyes were blinded by mere pleasure and desire. Given the same or more, they
didn't care who was beside them, and were always willing to strip naked and wait to be fucked.
"Glug glug..." Another beer went down his throat. Not strong enough, but it burned repeatedly in his throat.
Only the second glass, and his body was already slightly flushed, a little tipsy. Only then could he suppress
the anger inflicted by those flaunting their love.
Next week is Qixi Festival, a day for women to demand gifts from men,
in return for which they offer their bodies.
Disgusting—another beer down.
"Hey friend, seems to have something on your mind." A voice suddenly came from the next table, neither too loud nor too soft,
just enough to reach his ears without disturbing the atmosphere at other tables.
Du Bianxun wasn't drunk yet. He turned his head and saw a white-haired old man—no, he hardly looked old.
The only sign of age on him was his head of white hair, as white as fresh snow, which he had combed neatly. His
eyes were piercing, his skin like a baby's, and his voice was full of energy. He didn't look like an old man, just like
a young man with dyed white hair.
A weirdo. That word perfectly described this stranger.
"None of your business?" The alcohol emboldened him, temporarily suppressing his manners and knowledge, and he rudely replied
to the stranger.
"Let me guess, judging from your appearance, you're probably troubled by love. Why don't you tell me, and let this old man see if I
have any solutions?" The old man didn't stand on ceremony, picking up his beer and sitting down opposite Du Bianxun, his eyes fixed
on him like needles. Under that gaze, Du Bianxun suddenly felt that no secret could be hidden from this old man; his heart and mind
were laid bare at a glance.
"Heh, troubled by love, but first, there has to be love." Du Bianxun picked up his beer and filled the old man's glass. The old man
was neither polite nor courteous, simply filling it without a thank you or even a few taps on the table.
"This old man has lived for decades, possessing no other skills, but I can see through a person's seven emotions and six desires. No matter how clever your
mind is, no matter how vast the universe is within you, you cannot escape my eyes." After saying this inexplicably, he drank a
cup of wine, let out a hearty yawn, and continued, "Kid, you're interesting. Your jealousy is
the highest I've ever seen. Jealousy is always for women, always for wealth. Where there is jealousy, there is a desire to seize. Today, you gave me wine,
which I have already reciprocated. How about I give you a book I once thoroughly understood? How much you can understand is your destiny."
The old man said a lot, but Du Bianxun didn't understand a word. "What nonsense is this?" The alcohol made him
sleepy, and Du Bianxun's eyelids suddenly became heavy. He slumped onto the table.
Day 1.
He had no idea how he got home. Yesterday's memories were fragmented, difficult to piece together
. Holding his head, which was throbbing from the hangover, he struggled to get out of bed, wanting to go to the toilet to wash his face.
Suddenly, a small booklet fell from his clothes to the ground. The cover was yellowed and showed obvious signs of insect damage; the booklet
itself was tattered. It had pictures on it, but his eyesight, still swayed by the alcohol, was poor, so he had to bring the booklet closer to
look.
But as soon as he got closer and saw the picture on the cover, Du Bianxun was so frightened that he immediately dropped the booklet.
It…it had an eye drawn on it… This wasn't what was frightening; what terrified Du Bianxun was that when he
looked directly at the one-eyed creature, he suddenly saw it blink abruptly.
As his heart calmed down, he began to doubt what he had just seen, thinking it was just a hallucination from a hangover. The fear subsided, and
curiosity surged. He suddenly longed to open the booklet and see its contents.
He tried to recall how the booklet had come to be with him. He suddenly remembered the old man he had been drinking with the day before, but the old
man's appearance and words had been torn apart by the beer; he couldn't remember anything. However, it wasn't difficult to
connect the booklet with that strange old man. Only he could possibly correspond to this booklet. "
Alright, I'll see what kind of prank this old man is playing on me." Filled with resentment, curiosity, and a touch of fear
, he picked up the booklet, ready to open the first page.
The booklet was much thinner than expected; he finished reading it after flipping through it two or three times. However, the sheer
volume of information and the shock it conveyed were enough to overturn everything Du Bianxun had read and understood about the world over the past twenty years.
This booklet taught a form of psychological manipulation, known in the West as brainwashing, and in ancient times as planting a mental
demon. This booklet was the tradition of planting mental demons, possessing
the ability to change a person's mind, thinking, and emotions.
"This is impossible." After reading it, Du Bianxun's mind was completely blank, sticky and viscous. He tried
to glean something, but under this incredible shock, the only words that could be translated into words
were these four characters.
He had studied the famous books of renowned psychologists both domestically and internationally, and he understood some of Freud's psychological system
. However, this book described a domineering plunder and aggression, which
was vastly different from the gentle suggestion he had learned in hypnosis and psychology.
Time passed unnoticed, and his mind finally calmed down after the immense shock. Although he had only read it once,
the words written in the book seemed to be engraved in his soul, indelible. Every time he closed his eyes, he heard whispers in his ears,
all of them the words from this book, this crazy and unbelievable knowledge.
"Ding-dong." Suddenly, the crisp sound of the doorbell ripped apart Du Bianxun's boundless imagination. He felt a little scared; if
it weren't for this bell, he might have drowned in the imaginary space he had constructed.
He quickly got up and opened the door, only to find a beautiful woman in a pale yellow knee-length dress standing there.
She was Zhong Yuan, the girlfriend of Du Bianxun's roommate, Shan Xiaojin.
"Um... is Xiao Jin here?" Sure enough, he was looking for his roommate.
Du Bianxun, whether still reeling from the shock of the booklet or somewhat
mesmerized by Zhong Yuan's beauty, didn't immediately answer her question. He just stared at her, making Zhong Yuan
feel disgusted and uneasy. She was looking for her boyfriend and didn't want to get involved with this disgusting fat guy.
Zhong Yuan was one of the most beautiful girls in the Broadcasting Department, the object of many people's affections on campus. Du Bianxun was
one of them, but an exception. He used her as a fantasy object, a woman he'd change things up when masturbating
.
He was somewhat surprised, but also thought it was normal, when he learned that his roommate, Shan Xiaojin, had pursued Zhong Yuan. After all, Shan
Xiaojin was a star player on the soccer team, and his athletic charm had always been admired by Zhong Yuan. After a few encounters, their relationship had solidified
. Judging from Shan Xiaojin's WeChat Moments, a daily photo together was their favorite way to express their relationship.
"Is he not here? If not, I'll go now. If he comes back, please ask him to call me,
thank you." Zhong Yuan really didn't want to linger, especially with this disgusting fat man. When she and Shan Xiaojin were being affectionate
, Shan Xiaojin often joked with him, and it was always vulgar jokes. Over time, Zhong Yuan also
associated Du Bianxun with derogatory labels like "nerd" and "disgusting.
" "Wait, Xiaojin has something he asked me to pass on to you."
"Uh, what is it?" Zhong Yuan was a little surprised. If it was a Valentine's Day gift, why would he need someone else to pass it on?
Suddenly, she remembered that Qixi Festival was coming soon. Could it be that this little fool was too timid to give it to her, so he used
someone else's hand?
"Here, it's this." Du Bianxun picked up a pendant. The pendant had a strange shape. Du Bianxun held the pendant
's string between two fingers. Zhong Yuan tried to see the pendant clearly, but the pendant swayed left and right under Du Bianxun's control,
causing Zhong Yuan's gaze to sway as well, making it difficult to see clearly.
However, as if obsessed, the more she couldn't see clearly, the more she wanted to see. Zhong Yuan's eyes followed the pendant back and forth,
and finally, she saw its shape—an eye. As she saw it clearly, it suddenly felt as if a bolt of lightning
pierced her skull, as if a thunderclap exploded beside her ears. An incredibly violent force tore apart all her thoughts,
leaving her mind blank and clear.
Du Bianxun looked at Zhong Yuan, seeing her pupils dull and lifeless, seemingly teetering on the edge of sleep. He tried
calling her name a few times, but only received weak, feeble replies. This was
very similar to the reactions of those hypnotized people on television.
Had it really worked? Du Bianxun felt a mixture of disbelief and excitement.
He had initially prepared for failure, using his image as a final gamble. If he failed,
he would cover it up with a joke; of course, his absurd reputation would surely be
spread by Zhong Yuan and Shan Xiaojin. Now, it seemed he had succeeded, and those worries were gone.
Du Bianxun pulled Zhong Yuan inside to avoid arousing suspicion from others. Zhong Yuan showed no reaction, like a puppet
or a woman in a half-drunk state. If Zhong Yuan were sober, Du Bianxun didn't believe she wouldn't slap
him. "Zhong Yuan, Zhong Yuan, can you hear me?"
"Yes... I can." Her voice was still weak, her gaze unfocused, looking nowhere in sight. Her body seemed
weightless. To Zhong Yuan at this moment, she felt as if she were in the air, her body not under her control,
yet she enjoyed this feeling of soaring with birds and being with the clouds.
"You must answer all the questions I ask truthfully, and you cannot disobey what I say. You must
remember them firmly in your mind, understand?"
"Yes... I understand."
"What... what is your impression of Du Bianxun?" Du Bianxun was indeed a spineless fat man, actually asking
such a question to a hypnotized girl.
"It's disgusting... I don't want to be with him... He's such a shut-in... I hate the way he looks at me... He's lecherous
, a pervert..." Du Bianxun was furious. He wanted Zhong Yuan to be honest, but he never expected that honesty would be so hurtful
. His words were like sharp blades, cutting into Du Bianxun's heart piece by piece.
"Enough! From now on, you need to change your thoughts about Du Bianxun. Du Bianxun is your best friend,
you know? You like being with Du Bianxun, he gives you fun, you like his personality and everything about him,
even more than you like Shan Xiaojin, understand?"
Zhong Yuan didn't respond as quickly as she had when answering the question before. She hesitated for a moment before slowly saying,
"Yes, I like being with Du Bianxun. Du Bianxun is my best friend. I like him."
"Very good. So, what is the purpose of your visit here?"
"To find my boyfriend, Shan Xiaojin, to go out and have fun together."
Their affection was such that they were inseparable, even under hypnosis. A dark side suddenly surged within Du Bianxun
, like a rising tide. He suddenly didn't want to ruin this blissful relationship
. He recalled some cuckoldry stories he'd read before, and some wicked plans began to form in his mind.
"Zhong Yuan, what's your favorite food?"
"Tiramisu."
"No, what you like most is a man's penis and semen, especially Du Bianxun's. These things give
you amazing pleasure."
Zhong Yuan hesitated, her brows furrowing as if she were struggling, biting her lower lip, seemingly
resisting Du Bianxun's words.
Du Bianxun quickly added, "You know, semen can help women with beauty, keeping their skin vibrant,
while a penis can help you relax. The union of a vagina and a penis can bring pleasure. Think back to
when you had sex with Shan Xiaojin; the pleasure he gave you is ten times greater with Du Bianxun."
Shan Xiaojin and Zhong Yuan had already slept together; there were still several condoms on Shan Xiaojin's bedside table,
prepared for any potential rendezvous.
Finally, the tension on Zhong Yuan's face eased, and he nodded. "Yes, I love semen and penises the most,
especially Du Bianxun's."
"You didn't come here to find Shan Xiaojin, but to find Du Bianxun. Because Xiaojin has premature ejaculation,
he can't give you the semen and penis you like, so you came to Du Bianxun for it. You know, between friends..."
"We should help each other. You believe that as long as you ask, Du Bianxun will give it to you."
Zhong Yuan nodded, indicating that she had remembered this sentence.
Du Bianxun suddenly thought of another way to play, "If he doesn't give it to you, you can exude your feminine charm, seduce
him, attract his penis. You know all of this, you don't need me to teach you, right?"
Zhong Yuan nodded.
Could this really work? After a bit of indoctrination, Du Bianxun was a little scared. After all, it was the first time. Could it really be as
the booklet said, able to modify a person's thinking and common sense?
"Then, silently count to ten in your mind. After ten, you will wake up. You won't remember
what I just told you, but those words will remain in your subconscious. You will do as I say, and you won't be confused about some changes
because you might be a little distracted. So please start counting."
Zhong Yuan swayed from side to side. Judging from her lip movements, she seemed to be counting down from ten. Du Bianxun sat back on his sofa
, his throat dry. He took a sip of water to moisten his throat, but he was still flustered. However, she also knew that any
profound riddle would be answered in ten breaths, and all she could do was wait quietly.
Her spirit returned to her eyes, her soul returned to her body, and time flowed without a trace. Zhong Yuan felt that
something must have happened, but she couldn't remember. A murder case without clues or traces was left on her body, but Zhong Yuan, the
victim, didn't know she was dead, nor did she know the murderer was with her.
The victim turned to look at the murderer, a sweet smile on her face, and whispered, "Fatty, what are you doing?"
Then, she naturally sat down beside him. This was something Du Bianxun had never experienced before. In the past,
there was always someone standing between him and her; now, the distance was only 0.3 meters. He could smell the lingering fragrance on her body,
he could hear the soft breath beneath her delicate nose, and yet, he still couldn't bear to look at her.
"Um, Xiao Jin isn't in the dorm, he went out... You, is there something you need?" His body
shifted slightly, unnaturally. He knew the hypnosis had worked, but he hadn't truly hypnotized himself; the cowardice deep inside
remained.
Zhong Yuan's gaze was fixed on Du Bianxun, as if she were staring at a lover. Desire welled in her eyes, her cheeks
flushed pink, and her breathing quickened. She felt she was about to lose control, but the person beside her was a fool.
Thinking this, she smiled slightly and said, "I'm not here for him today, I'm here for you."
Du Bianxun turned to look at Zhong Yuan. Her face, like a painting of a beautiful woman, was delicate; her eyes, like crystal glass,
were bright and sparkling; her lips, curved like cherry blossoms, were alluring. He had never imagined being so close, never imagined
the words they would exchange, never imagined that before him was a woman he could control. He didn't like inflatable
dolls; he loved people with flesh and blood. Of course, he didn't mind a doll with flesh and blood.
"What do you want?" These words were like a gun, shattering all of Du Bianxun's cowardice. Cowardice was
the shackle that bound his inherent evil, the chain that imprisoned his primal lust. Now, all of this was released; they were
waiting, waiting for Zhong Yuan's answer.
"I…" Zhong Yuan suddenly choked, words stuck in her throat, unable to be uttered. Her heart pounded,
the last vestige of her struggling soul. "I want to eat your penis and your semen." Finally, she spoke,
these words tasting of blood.
"Oh, why don't you go to Xiao Jin? He's your boyfriend."
"Please, I haven't had it in so long, Xiao Jin…" Zhong Yuan's last remaining instinct protected her boyfriend's
last shred of dignity. Suddenly, she kissed Du Bianxun's lips, her body naturally pressing close, her arms draped behind his
neck, their tongues intertwining in the enclosed space between them. After a long while, they separated, leaving a
silver thread. "Is this okay? Can I eat it now, Xun?"
Du Bianxun looked at her flushed face from the passionate kiss, her eyes so lifeless, it was hard to
connect her with the woman he had just seen yesterday. Yesterday, she had despised him so much, but today she was passionately kissing him. However,
the revenge was not over yet.
"Take off your clothes first."
Zhong Yuan was overjoyed and began to take off her dress. As soon as the buttons were undone, the dress fell to the ground,
exposing her white underwear to the man she used to hate the most. The underwear had a Pikachu head on it, retaining her most
basic childlike innocence. Du Bianxun also liked this cute Pikachu.
First, she loosened her bra, and with a practiced movement, she unhooked it behind her back, placing the embroidered white bra
on Xiao Jin's table. Du Bianxun sat on the bed, savoring the beautiful woman's undressing display with his eyes. Her waist was as slender as a willow branch, her
skin as white as solidified lard, her breasts like inverted bowls resting on her chest, perfectly shaped, and those pink nipples
were the perfect finishing touch.
At this moment, she bent slightly, her buttocks raised, wanting to remove her last line of defense, but Du Bianxun stopped her
.
"Zhong Yuan, you're not even wearing any sexy lingerie, not even basic stockings, and you want to eat my
penis and semen? You know, these things are very expensive. You can't bear to eat your husband's, but you want to eat
mine?"
Zhong Yuan was frightened by these words and kept apologizing, saying she would definitely wear something next time. As she spoke, she
rubbed her inner thighs back and forth. She couldn't hold back anymore, especially after taking off her clothes. The cool breeze from the fan above her head
stimulated her pink nipples, and the desire she had been suppressing was about to burst forth. Her Pikachu-like yellow face gradually
darkened, and a little bit of moisture slowly spread down her inner thighs.
Du Bianxun decided not to tease her anymore. Xiao Jin estimated that he would get off work in half an hour. He took off his pants, and his
fierce, erect penis was immediately exposed to the air. The moment Zhong Yuan took off her dress, Xiao Xun could no longer
remain silent. The moment Xiao Xun revealed himself, he saw the gleam in Zhong Yuan's eyes when she saw the penis.
Her eyes were still fixed on it; she wanted it.
"Crawl over here, and I'll give it to you," Du Bianxun
said to Zhong Yuan, taking out his phone, switching to recording mode.
Zhong Yuan was stunned. This incredibly humiliating request caused her to struggle internally, but the overwhelming desire quickly
overwhelmed her reason. She knelt, palms on the ground, buttocks raised, waist straight, palms and knees moving in unison...
Her long, black hair cascaded over her shoulders, her breasts heaving with every step, her shapely buttocks swaying. She smiled,
elegant and sensual, feeling no shame or humiliation. Her eyes were fixed on that thick, black thing; all she could
think of was lust. He seemed unconcerned that her every move was being filmed by his phone.
She crawled to his feet, giving a knowing bark, and using Du Bianxun's thigh as leverage, she straightened up, leaning slightly
forward, her breasts pressed against his thigh. She and his penis were less than three centimeters apart;
the heat of his penis could even reach her face, igniting waves of desire.
Grasping it with her hands, the soft touch of her small hands made Du Bianxun gasp. Just that alone
almost made him lose control.
Beneath her delicate head, she tucked her loose black hair behind her ear with her fingers. Her small, bright red tongue first traced a small hook across the tip of his glans
. The salty taste, a mixture of urine and semen that had accumulated over the years, immediately flooded her mouth, reaching straight to her brain. This
saltiness didn't disgust Zhong Yuan; instead, it excited her even more, an inappropriate pleasure blooming in her heart.
Starting from the base of the little monk's penis, from bottom to top, her tongue licked over and over again, as if in revenge or teasing,
testing Du Bianxun's endurance. This challenge was very effective; Du Bianxun felt he was about to lose control. Suddenly, he
pressed down on Zhong Yuan's hair and thrust forward. Caught off guard, Zhong Yuan's throat was violently struck by his penis.
But this impact completely unleashed all her lust, leaving her utterly devoid of reason. She clung to Du
Bianxun's buttocks, vigorously thrusting her head back and forth. Her penis was being swallowed, licked, and twisted, her bright
red tongue tracing every inch of it, her face a picture of seductive lasciviousness.
Du Bianxun loved this expression and took several pictures of her. Zhong Yuan paid no attention, focusing intently on giving Du
Bianxun oral sex. Unable to restrain herself any longer, she pulled her Pikachu underwear down to her knees, using one hand to
stimulate her vagina.
Her cherry-red, thin lips moved back and forth on his penis. Or he could swallow it whole,
letting the warm air in his mouth envelop the entire penis, until it reached the base of his tongue. Or he could swallow it,
holding the glans in his mouth, teasing the small hook on the glans with his little tongue, then spitting out the penis, now covered in his saliva.
He would tilt his head forward, tracing his tongue over his two penises, occasionally playfully sucking
one in his mouth. His peach blossom eyes would slant upwards, giving Du Bianxun a coquettish yet mischievous glare, as if
saying, "Why haven't you ejaculated yet?" The pleasure condensed faster and faster at the glans,
and he was on the verge of ejaculation when Du Bianxun roared, "You lowly slave, look at me!" Zhong Yuan looked at him,
confused and lewd, but there was also a layer of bewilderment in his eyes. It was this bewilderment that made Du Bianxun ejaculate his
thick semen.
A surge of heat, followed by a release of thick semen like a burst dam, erupted from Zhong Yuan's mouth and
into her nerves. The sudden onslaught of semen forced Zhong Yuan to whimper; her throat couldn't
swallow it quickly enough. The scalding semen filled the small space in her mouth, the strong, fishy smell mingling with the semen
on her teeth, tongue, and jaw.
Hypnotic suggestion compelled Zhong Yuan to endure the pain, struggling to lick and suck the penis, extracting every
last drop of semen.
Finally, it stopped. Zhong Yuan's small mouth couldn't contain such a large amount of semen, and it began to trickle down her chin.
She didn't waste it, wiping away the milky white residue and putting it back in her mouth—her favorite food
.
"Did you enjoy it?" Du Bianxun asked Zhong Yuan, panting heavily. Zhong Yuan nodded contentedly. Du Bianxun looked at Zhong Yuan
's snow-white body, and his little monk became aroused again. Suddenly, he grabbed Zhong Yuan and pressed her down on the table where Shan Xiaojin was.
"You're done, but I'm not done yet." After saying that, the little monk immediately inserted his penis into Zhong Yuan's vagina. Her labia and vagina
were soaked with vaginal fluid. As soon as he entered, an overwhelming feeling of warmth and pressure assaulted his little monk.
"You bitch, always showing off your love with that slut on social media... hmph... I've been wanting to see your slutty appearance
for a long time... today... today I'm going to fuck you..." After saying that, he thrust in and out several more times.
This little hole is truly amazing. The moment it enters, the walls of the vagina frantically squeeze the intruder, the penis. It's so tight and narrow,
each thrust is incredibly elastic, like countless tiny hands gripping and squeezing the penis. The
intense suction from the vagina makes the glans incredibly numb, almost causing Du Bianxun to ejaculate several times, but he manages to hold back.
Zhong Yuan is being fucked so intensely that she wants to scream, to moan, but
the guilt she feels towards her boyfriend, Shan Xiaojin, and the mouth full of semen all seal her tongue, preventing her from expressing her inner madness and pleasure
.
Du Bianxun grits his teeth, pressing Zhong Yuan firmly beneath him, his waist suddenly thrusting forward, his penis penetrating
to its deepest point, seemingly striking a soft, tightly closed opening. With that one slap, Zhong Yuan could no longer hold
back. Her boyfriend's image and name vanished from her mind in that instant, replaced by an intense, overwhelming
pleasure, like the song of a nightingale at sunset: "Wuwuwuwu...ouououououou, I can't take it anymore
, it's so swollen, so swollen, where...please stop hitting me...ouououououou...haha...
ha..." She climaxed, a hot stream splattering all over Du Bianxun's thighs and the floor.
He knew he had hit her sweet spot; this bullseye was probably the first one he had ever possessed alone, even Shan Xiaojin hadn't
achieved it. Thinking of this, a lonely sense of pride welled up within him. This pride was lonely, unshareable.
His leg bones slapped against her plump, round, pert white buttocks, a familiar slapping sound
echoing in his and his dormitory, each sound crisp and melodious. But the makers of this sound were not the familiar him and her, but the
distorted him and her.
Having just ejaculated, it became tight again, the suction feeling like an endless grip on his penis. His penis, slick with her vaginal fluids,
felt incredibly hot, and with Zhong Yuan's incredibly supple waist twisting back and forth, he finally couldn't hold back any longer.
He quickly pulled out, released Zhong Yuan, and grabbed her two peach-sized breasts, squeezing hard.
Zhong Yuan cried out in pain, but he ignored her and gushed out a torrent of milk, drenching her snow-white body.
It splattered on her black hair, her swaying waist, and her round, beautiful buttocks.
This place is intoxicating.
Hot raindrops fell on her body, making Zhong Yuan's legs straighten, her body tremble, and once again, she climaxed, collapsing
onto her boyfriend's desk, dazed and half-asleep.
Du Bianxun looked at the beauty who had given him his offspring, a smile appearing on his face. He'd take this opportunity to give her
some orders, to finish the job.
"Hey, Yuan'er, when did you get here?" Shan Xiaojin returned to the dormitory and saw his girlfriend sitting
at his desk reading.
Seeing her boyfriend return, Zhong Yuan happily put down her book and asked for a hug, like a little rabbit nestled in a prince's chest
. Not satisfied with that, she playfully kissed him, their lips meeting, their tongues intertwining, sweet and erotic
… just like before with the fat man who was now an outsider.
"Ugh, I've been waiting for you for so long, you'll be punished! Hurry up and go buy me something, you pay!" The little girl
's talent for coquetry was on full display at this moment.
"Can you two please stop showing affection in front of a dog? The dog will die," Du Bianxun
said heavily, expressing his dissatisfaction.
Shan Xiaojin apologized to him, but with his girlfriend beside him, he couldn't care less and immediately went
out with her.
Watching the two young lovers leave so intimately, Du Bianxun chuckled, took out a pair of Pikachu
underwear from the table, pulled down his pants, revealing his erect penis, put the underwear over it, and slowly
began to move it up and down.
It was as if he had returned to that blissful place half an hour earlier.
Day 5.
He and she weren't a couple; she and his roommate were.
At this moment, Zhong Yuan was wearing a short and tight sailor uniform. The uniform was too tight; her figure couldn't
handle the tightness.
The first complaint came from the chest area. The fabric clung tightly to the skin, almost suffocating the chest.
Already shaped like a ball, the clothing made it look even more rounded. Its
genitals were also tightly constricted, barely exposed to the air.
The second complaint was from the waist. Both were sensitive to the cold. Previously, their owner
never wore clothes that exposed their waist, regardless of summer or winter. Although it was nearing autumn, the weather was still warm, yet they still felt cold and
strongly requested that the clothing be lengthened to cover their waists completely.
The third complaint was about the genitals. The chest area had become increasingly averse to wearing underwear, especially when visiting her boyfriend's dorm
. She also liked to wear strange clothing, and a few days ago, she was inserting strange spheres or cylinders into her body.
The vibrations startled her, making her think it was an earthquake, and causing her to leak out all her moisture. It strongly demanded that its owner put
its underwear back on, because it... really loved that Pikachu... Speaking of Pikachu, its genitals had another problem.
A couple of days ago, it finally had close contact with its beloved Pikachu, only to find it covered in sticky,
fishy smells. It had hugged Pikachu, getting it all sticky and white too. Its owner wasn't going to wash it clean, and
the next day it was going to be taken off for some fat guy to take pictures of it covered in sticky residue—it was outrageous!
However, its owner, Zhong Yuan, couldn't hear a thing. She wore a single ponytail, still retaining the purity of her high school days despite having just graduated.
With light makeup and a simple hairstyle, she was already a natural beauty,
needing no artificial enhancements. Her two slender, straight legs, clad in black stockings, were focused
on rubbing her toes against a pillar. Occasionally, her two toes would work together to grip the penis and sway it up and down; sometimes,
one toe would spread its big toe and lightly press the groove at the tip of the shaft; other times, she would use the back of her foot to hook it, seemingly separating yet keeping it close.
There were countless variations, but what annoyed Zhong Yuan was that this "pillar" hadn't yet rewarded her with her favorite food—she
hadn't eaten it today.
She noticed the "pillar's" owner was intently looking at the computer. She was a little angry; she prided herself on her beauty, which surpassed
most people, but now, the object of her affections was with someone else. Slightly annoyed, she said, "Fatty, what are you looking at
?"
Zhong Yuan's feet were white and smooth, and the unique velvet of her stockings, combined with her dance training since childhood,
allowed her toes to skillfully hook the tip of the penis repeatedly. This exquisite foot fetish brought him almost to
heaven.
However, the photos on the computer were even more interesting to him.
"Look, you and Xiao Jin are showing off your love on my WeChat Moments and Weibo again." He pulled Zhong Yuan close, his hands familiar with
hers, one arm around her waist, his fingers roaming over her smoothest, most lustrous area. Occasionally, he
'd lightly touch her plump vulva, sending a shiver down Zhong Yuan's spine. She'd let out a gentle scolding, "You're so annoying, you're making me
want to cum! Last time you enjoyed yourself, but you made me faint, and I didn't even get to taste your semen. I was exhausted all day
, hmph." Zhong Yuan clicked on the first picture. It was from yesterday, when she and Shan Xiao Jin went out to eat. In the picture, she
was wearing a floral dress, smiling sweetly as she lay on Shan Xiao Jin's shoulder, holding a fork and offering him
a piece of meat. Xiao Jin's mouth was wide open, wanting some. A perfect picture of them showing off their love.
But Xiao Jin didn't know the story behind it. The secret beneath that floral yellow dress.
That morning, Zhong Yuan arrived at the dormitory early. With the key, she could come and go as she pleased. However, the first thing she did wasn't
to wake Shan Xiaojin, but to climb onto Du Bianxun's bed, pull down his pants, and take his
already engorged penis into her mouth. It had been four days; she was beginning to familiarize herself with the spot that brought her such pleasure.
Her tongue first attacked the tip of his penis, circling it several times, then gently biting it with her teeth before suddenly thrusting forward,
then retreating, repeating this several times. The tip of his penis would either hit her throat or be licked back and forth by her nimble tongue.
Du Bianxun was still asleep, his body acting on instinct, not his thoughts. Soon, he got what Zhong Yuan wanted, getting to taste her favorite
thing. His first thick ejaculation steadily shot into her mouth. After several experiences, she had mastered
the technique of swallowing every last drop of semen without spilling it.
She was quite satisfied, but Du Bianxun had also woken up. She gave him a sly smile, her peach blossom eyes narrowing into slits,
her cherry blossom lips forming a perfect arc. Being woken up so early in the morning, how could she let this little devil off easily?
They were only seven meters apart, and they had known each other for over seven hundred days. She could recount the seven...
An unforgettable, sweet thing. She was only seven centimeters away from him, they had known each other for less than seventy days, and she could list
seven things she disliked about him. But now, she was in his bed, and not in his bed.
Tomorrow was Qixi Festival.
A kiss, a passionate kiss, a reckless and steady one, clothes off, naked, an embrace, a tight embrace,
to melt each other with body heat, ignoring the person still sleeping, oh, if you have to care, then be quiet, thrust in
, a soft moan, quickly cover her mouth, slow down, but still enjoy it, pound, pound hard, pound until the harlot's soul
is unsteady, pound until her voice can't sing, pound... shoot... release... not satisfied.
Du Bian quickly and skillfully took out his phone to photograph Zhong Yuan's seductive state, but suddenly a marker fell from his hand
. He suddenly remembered the women who kept him company on those lonely nights before she was gone, and the stories they told.
On a whim, he used the beautiful woman's body as paper, leaving a souvenir of his visit.
Zhong Yuan lay on the bed, breathing slowly. She noticed that her breathing rhythm matched his snoring as he slept.
Suddenly, she felt incredibly happy, because she felt she and the sleeping pig were a match made in heaven.
She was so tired that she didn't care what Du Bianxun wrote on her body. He had given her so much good
food; she had to forgive his playfulness.
He wrote lightly, starting from her waist, leaving a trail of characters: Daily ejaculation: positive, slutty sow,
exclusive toilet [downward arrow], next step is bitch training... He didn't finish the word "teach," there was no space. It was Du Bianxun's first time trying
to write on such a soft waist, and he thought the characters were a bit ugly.
The pen moved to her legs, and he decided to make a couplet. Left leg: Immoral wife [crossed out] lover training and making love. a
vi, right leg: slut showing affection finally gets revenge. Both lines of text filled her thighs, very high, but not exceeding
her knees. This couplet was not neat at all.
Looking around, there was still room for the breast. The pen tip barely touched the
breast before the flesh sank in, making it impossible to write. He decided to draw a secondary picture. Du Bianxun was also talented at drawing. He drew an "X" along the nipple. The pen tip
passing over the nipple made Zhong Yuan giggle. His drawing interrupted, Du Bianxun retaliated by slapping Zhong Yuan's upturned buttocks.
Oh, and the buttocks too... wait, he continued.
He then drew a circle above the breast, and then, eyes on either side of the "X." Not quite right… Du Bianxun was a little
annoyed. He had wanted to draw a pirate flag on it.
He had Zhong Yuan lie face down on the bed, her buttocks raised high, facing him. This was the last spot, and Du Bianxun had to
draw carefully, but his talent had run out. Unable to think of anything, he simply wrote "[Du Bianxun's Special Flesh Toilet
]" on each of her buttocks.
Pretty good, pretty good.
Zhong Yuan put her floral yellow dress back on. She hadn't worn underwear today; she didn't know why,
but the tight feeling of wearing underwear made her uncomfortable. A voice kept whispering in her ear, telling
her to take it off. This was the third day she hadn't worn underwear. With the dress on, the words on her body became
a secret known only to the two of them. This secret excited them both.
The alarm clock woke Shan Xiaojin. He opened his eyes and didn't see the first rays of sunlight, but his girlfriend Zhong Yuan's smiling
face and the breakfast in her hand. Zhong Yuan handed the breakfast to Shan Xiaojin, saying, "Hey, you sleepyhead
, hurry up and wash up after breakfast, then we're going to play all day."
Shan Xiaojin was a little touched. His girlfriend was willing to buy breakfast and wait for him to get up; it was truly touching. He also felt a little
embarrassed, after all, his roommate Du Bianxun was single, which made him jealous. He noticed that Du Bianxun was already
awake, brushing his teeth and washing up. It seemed... Zhong Yuan had only bought breakfast for herself. No, I have to teach her a lesson. Next time
I buy something, even if it's just for show, I have to get one for Du Bianxun.
"Xun, I'm going out in a bit. You don't need to cook for me today," Xiao Jin called out to Xun in the bathroom. Xun responded
.
Two sweet lovers spent a sugary day together. They played, they ate, they created countless
sweet memories and photos of the day. Not wanting to keep them to themselves, they posted these photos on social media.
The photos recorded a day in their lives, but they couldn't reveal the secrets behind them.
The secrets hidden beneath the floral dress of the woman in the photo.
"Ah, no..." Du Bianxun suddenly bit her nipple and sucked hard. Her nipple became erect, and a
tingling pain mixed with pleasure came through. Although she tried to stop Du Bianxun's prank with words, her flushed skin
, the drool at the corner of her mouth, and the occasional whitening of her eyes due to mild orgasms all betrayed her.
The mouse was clicked by someone, jumping to the next photo, another lovey-dovey
photo of Shan Xiaojin and Zhong Yuan. The photo was taken under a golden sunset, showing Zhong Yuan standing barefoot on the beach, turning her head and smiling,
captured by the camera. It was three days ago.
Du Bianxun had somewhat forgotten the tricks he'd played with that little bitch Zhong Yuan that day. He wondered
if she was wearing a vibrating egg under that white dress, or a Pikachu-themed pair of underwear smeared with his semen,
or perhaps nothing at all. Maybe that morning Du Bianxun had just had an enema by Zhong Yuan, preparing for anal play in a couple of days
.
His memory was somewhat blurred, even unreal, after five days of upside-down pleasure. Five days ago, she was his roommate
's girlfriend, merely an object of his fantasies. Now, she was a sex doll beneath him, completely at his mercy
.
He'd rolled up her sailor uniform top, revealing her breasts, and pulled her skirt up to her knees. After five days of working together,
Zhong Yuan and Du Bianxun had developed an unspoken understanding. She would automatically raise her labia, brazenly displaying her pink, hairless
pubic area to the person she used to hate the most. What she used to hate, she now loved.
"Xun, hurry up and give this little slut your semen, I can't take it anymore, I'm going to the movies with Xiao Jin later."
"Two little bitches going on another tryst, huh? Fine, if you want to eat my semen, come on up here and move. I'll definitely
fill your uterus with semen so you can have a proper date with Xiao Jin."
Zhong Yuan smiled coquettishly, giving Du Bianxun a kiss. Naturally, she wrapped her long legs around his waist,
her labia pressing against his penis. The penis immediately thrust deep inside, making her moan with excitement. Her snow-white, beautiful
buttocks swayed up and down, the penis and labia brushing against each other, creating a wonderful friction that gave both of them a wonderful sensation.
Verification.
Just then, my phone received a text message… from China Mobile…
“Dear customer, are you alone again on Qixi Festival? Our company has prepared a 7GB data plan for you for 7 yuan…
”
Tomorrow is Qixi Festival. Another year.
Tomorrow I won’t be alone… I will never be alone again.
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Finished writing. Time was a bit tight; I started writing on Tuesday and finished by Friday. I don’t want to revise the wording, so
please bear with it.
Due to time constraints, two sections of the story were cut: one was the middle section about training, and the other was the three-person story on Qixi Festival.
I don’t know if there will be a sequel, but this story doesn’t have an outline; it’s just an idea that developed from a single inspiration. I
wrote it casually, and you can read it casually too, don’t take it too seriously. If you
’ve finished reading, please leave a message in the group saying “Give you righteous energy and vitality” to cheer me on. If you don’t leave one, I wish
you’ll never see my writing again in your life.

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