【Wenhao's Happy Life】(1)

Author: ftjliuy
Published on the forum on December 13, 2016
Is this the first post on this site?Yes
Word count: 4537
Chapter 1
"Mouse, get up quickly, there's another match against No. 3 Middle School this afternoon." Wenhao was just
woken up by the commotion in the classroom after school and was pulled up by his deskmate and best friend.
"Hey, hey, why are you in such a hurry?" Wenhao rubbed his sleepy eyes.
"How can I not be in a hurry? This is the most important high school league, the win or loss will affect the champion!" "Okay
, okay, let's go." Wenhao hurriedly packed his schoolbag, "Let's go, let those bastards from No. 3 Middle School learn a lesson."
After saying that, he and Ajie walked towards the football field.
Wenhao is a senior in Class 1 of No. 1 Middle School in this city. He is 15 years old this year, but his height is already 178 cm. He inherited
his parents' tall and handsome appearance. He also inherited his mother's family's sports talent. At the age of 5, during the 1998 World Cup
, I watched the World Cup with my father for several nights in a row. Influenced by my father, I fell in love with football and also
admired Zidane, the hero of the championship. In high school, I naturally became a key player on the school team, playing
the role of an attacking midfielder.
The football field was filled with football fans at this time, and the players on both sides were warming up and familiarizing themselves with
the tactics. At this moment, Meng Xiaoqing, the class monitor and class beauty of Class 1, Grade 11, rushed over, her cheeks flushed, and handed
Wenhao a bottle of Coke, saying shyly, "Wenhao, you will definitely win! I... we are all cheering for you from the side
!" At this moment, the team members were cheering wildly. Ajie said, "What are you still standing there for? Hurry up and take it!
" Looking at the shy girl in front of him, Wenhao smiled helplessly. Meng Xiaoqing was Wenhao's childhood sweetheart.
They had been neighbors since childhood, and their families had a very good relationship. Meng Xiaoqing's mother was also his godmother. This
little sister who used to follow him around since childhood has now grown into a graceful young woman. He
knew exactly what she felt, but Wenhao had always treated her like a younger sister, without any romantic feelings whatsoever
.
Taking the water, he said, "Okay, thank you. You can go back now; everyone's watching." Meng Xiaoqing looked
around and saw everyone staring at her. She quickly lowered her head and ran to her seat at the side of the field.
"You're really something, kid. The class monitor personally brought you water. When are we going to your wedding?" A-
Jie grinned slyly.
"Get lost! You know how I feel about her. I only see her as my god-sister,"
Wenhao said irritably.
"Hehe, I know, god-sister, huh?" A-Jie deliberately pronounced "god-sister" with a fourth tone. "Stop talking nonsense, kid.
The game's about to start." He kicked A-Jie in the butt. "I really don't know
what you've been gossiping about all day." "Okay, okay, I won't say anything more. Why are you getting so angry?" A-Jie rubbed his butt
and complained.
Ten minutes later, the game began.
However, less than fifteen minutes later, the opposing team's number 10 striker capitalized on a defensive error, stealing the ball
and facing the goalkeeper one-on-one. As the goalkeeper rushed out, he gently flicked the ball to his right with his left foot, cut past the goalkeeper, and poked it in with his right foot.
0-1…
This early goal threw the No. 1 Middle School team into disarray, leading to frequent mistakes in the first half and almost allowing No. 3 Middle School to score again.
The halftime whistle blew, and Wenhao quickly called his players over. "What happened in the first half? We only scored one goal,
why panic? We have plenty of chances to equalize. Xiao Wang, you need to mark their striker carefully, don't make
the same mistake again. A-Jie, help Xiao Wang cover." Wenhao reminded the defender who made the mistake earlier
, and added, "Don't rush, everyone, take it slow. If you can't pass the ball, just pass it behind you for a bit to attract their
tackles. When you find an opening, make a run into the open space." "I believe we can win, do you have confidence?" Wenhao
held out his hand, and the other players placed their hands on his, shouting, "Yes! We will win!" The second half
began. Ten minutes later, after a fierce midfield battle, the ball reached the feet of defensive midfielder Wang Qi. He dribbled forward a
bit and passed the ball to A-Jie, who had made a run down the wing. Unmarked, A-Jie crossed from the byline, and the ball reached
the feet of his own striker, Gao Wei.
At this moment, Gao Wei was facing away from the goal, with a defender beside him, unable to turn around. He dribbled the ball for a couple of steps, passed it back
to Wen Hao, who had just entered the edge of the penalty area, and then turned and ran towards the goal.
After receiving the ball, Wen Hao cut inside to the left, past the defender who came to intercept, creating space, and unleashed a powerful
shot.
Wen Hao saw that the opposing goalkeeper was already desperately trying to stop the ball, but the ball aimed at the top left corner,
nestling into the top corner.
Goal!
1-1.
The powerful, unpretentious world-class goal gave No. 1 Middle School a huge boost of confidence, while also igniting a furious counterattack from No. 3 Middle School
.
Near the end of the match, No. 1 Middle School's striker was tripped on the edge of the penalty area, a free kick in an excellent position!
Wen Hao stood about two meters away from the ball, calmed his breathing, slowly started, and flicked
the ball with the outside of his foot. The ball flew over the wall, bounced towards the goal, and deflected into the net. Faced with the sudden change of direction, the opposing goalkeeper
was helpless and could only watch the ball go into the net.
A last-minute winner! After the goal, the referee was stunned for a full five seconds before blowing
the final whistle!
"We won! We won!!"
Then... the whole stadium erupted in cheers!
Because of Wenhao's brace, No. 1 Middle School won the game.
The stadium was on fire!
Everyone in Class 1 of Grade 11, including Meng Xiaoqing, rushed onto the field excitedly!
Before Wenhao could even react, seven or eight people grabbed him, some holding his arms, some his legs
, and threw him into the air with a trembling expression. "Oh!" They caught him and
threw him into the air again. "Oh!" This went on for several times before they finally put Wenhao down.Seeing his classmates so happy, Wenhao was also very happy. Afterwards, the group went to a restaurant near the school gate 　　to celebrate.

It was 11:30 PM when they finally prepared to go home.
At this moment, a tipsy Wenhao pulled his phone out of his bag, only to be
startled awake by the 21 missed calls displayed on the screen. All the missed calls had the same contact name—【Mom】.
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Wenhao quietly opened the door, glancing at the clock in the living room showing 0:28. He tiptoed towards
his bedroom.
"Stop!" A soft yet stern voice rang out, "Confess yourself, why
are you coming home so late tonight?" Su Yueru, 36 years old, 171 cm tall. A department manager at a foreign company, she was slept with by Wen Zhiqing (Wenhao's father) when she was 20,
taken advantage of by him while he was drunk. Even more unexpectedly, she became pregnant after this unexpected incident
. Su Yueru's parents were relatively traditional parents for that era; her father became a Sanda (Chinese kickboxing) coach after retiring from the army
, and her mother came from a scholarly family. Seeing his beloved daughter, born late in life, being married off to someone else, Su
Yueru's father was furious and severely reprimanded Wen Zhiqing. Helpless, he had no choice but to marry his daughter to Wen Zhiqing. Fortunately,
Wen Zhiqing was quite capable; at 42, he was already a bank manager.
Looking at the stunningly beautiful woman before him, who looked far younger than her 36 years, Wen Hao lowered his head and said,
"We won an important game today, so I celebrated with my teammates." "Does celebrating necessarily involve drinking
? Look at the time!" Su Yueru frowned, pinching her delicate nose. "Look at you, all sweaty
and smelling of alcohol. Go take a shower right now, and I'll deal with you afterwards." Hearing this, Wen Hao quickly slipped into the bathroom. At
home, his mother was the boss; even his father spoke softly to her. Naturally, Wen Hao didn't dare contradict his mother
.
A little while later, Wen Hao came out of the shower. Seeing his mother sitting on the sofa, still glaring at him, Wen Hao guiltily
lowered his head again.
"What, are you going to bury your head in the sand? Tell me, explain yourself." Su Yueru stared with her beautiful eyes,
arms crossed, making her 36D breasts appear fuller.
Seeing this alluring scene, Wenhao shook his head, thinking: What are you thinking? She's your mother. Wenhao
reassured himself for a moment, then went behind Su Yueru, pressed her shoulders, and said, "Mom, calm down. You must
be tired after waiting so long. Let me massage you." "Don't try that on me. You're not getting away with this today." But she didn't
slap her son's hand away.
Seeing that his mother wasn't particularly angry, Wenhao said, "It's like this, Mom, we won a
very important game today. I single-handedly saved the whole team. My teammates were all very excited, cough cough… so, you
know… I only drank a little, really, just a little." Seeing his mother's suspicious look, Wenhao gestured
to indicate the amount of alcohol he drank.
"Sigh, how many times have I told you? You're already a junior in high school, and you're still just playing soccer
and not studying. What will you do for the college entrance exam?" She said angrily, pinching Wenhao's ear.
"Ah...ah...Mom, it hurts...be gentle, I know I was wrong," Wenhao grimaced. Finally,
Su Yueru let go, and Wenhao quickly rubbed his reddened ear. But seeing his mother's angry
face, Wenhao felt his heart break. He quickly continued to rub his mother's shoulder.
"Mom, I know I was wrong, I'll definitely change, please don't be angry anymore, okay?" "I've told you so many
times, and you always say you'll change. I can't control you forever. I just hope you can become a successful
person...not someone who lives off their parents and waits to die." Su Yueru choked up as she spoke.
Looking at Su Yueru like this... Wenhao felt extremely sorry for his mother and quickly sat down next to her, hugging her neck
and saying, "Mom, don't be like this. I really will change this time, and I promise I won't let you down." Seeing her son's expression
, Su Yueru composed herself. "Mom will believe in you a little longer this time
. Don't let me down again," she said, hugging Wenhao back.
Wenhao leaned against his mother's ample breasts, smelling her fragrance and
feeling the soft comfort on her face. The effects of the alcohol surged again, and his penis unconsciously hardened.
"What are you thinking about? She's your mother!" Wenhao quickly got off Su Yueru and, to avoid embarrassment,
asked, "By the way, Mom, where's Dad? Why isn't he home yet?" "Probably out socializing again. He's never
home. Okay, it's almost one o'clock. Go to sleep." Su Yueru glanced at the clock on the wall. 　　In an apartment, through the light-colored curtains, two pale, naked bodies could be vaguely seen, writhing on the bed like worms
. 　　The 　　man's thick lips explored the woman's body, slowly moving to her earlobe, 　　skillfully licking it, then coating the soft flesh with his tongue. His hands were not idle either, grasping the woman 　　's breasts and slowly pinching upwards until he touched the purplish-red nipples, caressing the woman's firm, soft 　　buds, his hands gently and slowly kneading them… A 　　wonderful sensation of firm, soft, and elastic flesh came from his palms, making his blood boil. The double stimulation caused the woman to let out soft moans. 　　"Ah...ah...don't squeeze so hard, you'll pinch my nipples off." Hearing the woman's wanton moans, 　　the man smiled smugly. "Want it? Beg me if you want it." "Oh, you're so naughty, I won't... 　　" Before she could finish speaking, the man had already taken the woman's mouth into his, frantically demanding more. His right hand reached between the woman's legs, 　　finding her small clitoris, gently pinching and kneading her soft, delicate nipples with two fingers 　　. 　　The woman finally broke free from the man's mouth, writhing on the bed, "Give it to me, give it to me now..." "Give you what 　　?"The man grinned wickedly at the woman, his left hand pinching her nipple while his right hand penetrated her vagina, 　　thrusting in and out repeatedly. 　　"Big cock, I want your...your big cock..." the woman 　　cried out, abandoning all restraint.

Seeing the woman's reaction, the man smiled with satisfaction. As he slowly rubbed the sensitive, smooth, and
tender clitoris with the head of his penis, a woman let out a confused, passionate, yet shy moan, "Ah!" She felt her
body filled with desire, and a strong emptiness and tingling sensation grew in the depths of her lower body, a
yearning to be filled and satisfied. Her beautiful face flushed crimson with burning lust and shyness
, her delicate cheeks burning like boiling water, her beautiful eyes half-open and half-closed in bashful shyness.
The man was deeply stimulated by the woman's reaction. He thrust his penis into her vagina with force
.
"Ah..." The woman was completely satisfied by this sudden feeling of fullness, like a fish swimming in the ocean,
her whole body filled with satisfaction.
The man grabbed her plump buttocks with both hands and began to thrust rapidly. "Oh...mmm...so
...so deep...husband, I love you so much." "I love your big cock so much!" the woman shouted excitedly,
her head bobbing wildly, her flowing hair leaving incredibly alluring trails in the air.
"Oh—you slut, it feels so good inside you." The man savored the sensations inside her vagina, feeling as if there were a
tongue inside, the spasms making his soul tremble.
"So good... mmm... deeper." The woman lay face down on the bed, supporting herself with her body, her hands
reaching behind her, one hand spreading one of her buttocks to make it easier for the man to penetrate deeper.
Seeing this, he realized his wife could never compare. This woman's thoughtfulness, her madness, and
her incredibly arousing body greatly satisfied his ego. He gradually forgot about
his wife at home, completely absorbed in the woman beneath him. From her, he received
pleasure that his wife could never give him. He tried to push his penis to the very spot where it needed it most, waves of tingling pleasure making her toss her hair and
scream with joy.
"Yes...that's it...use...harder, fuck me to death!" The woman frantically twisted her
hips, thrusting back as if trying to shove the man completely into her vagina. She gripped
the man's waist tightly with her legs, screaming hysterically. The man derived immense pride from her words, thrusting even harder
. Finally, the woman let out a scream that seemed to pierce the roof and penetrate the darkness. Her body went limp, and the man
felt as if his glans was soaking in hot water. He felt the woman's vaginal muscles tighten, squeezing his rock-hard
penis, causing him to ejaculate uncontrollably, shooting all his semen into her vagina.
"I love you, Zhiqing!"
"I love you too, Lin Han!"
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Some people said it was too short, so I combined it into one chapter
. PS: This is my first time writing, please forgive my poor writing style.

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