【A Thrilling Youth (69 Paradise)】(Complete Version) (1-4)

Author: Green Consumption
Word Count: 47047
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My older sisters were initially skeptical of our relationship, but my persistent and
tender breakfast gestures eventually won them over. They even sided with me when Li and I argued later.
Such devoted young men are rare these days; I should cherish them. For a week after that night, I was immersed in love
, truly experiencing what it meant to be in love. Even in class, my face radiated a happy smile, and
I felt like I was flying. Another weekend, when Li finished her studies, we
went to see the movie "Angels Among Us" together for the first time in the school auditorium. I felt that Li was that beautiful angel.
When Li walked out of the theater in her flowing dress, the bright lights at the entrance illuminated her graceful figure—
she After watching the movie, we returned to the pine tree that witnessed our love and shared our first kiss. From the excited,
gentle touch, to our tongues roaming between our lips, and then exploring each other's mouths, our tongues smooth and fragrant
, embracing and kissing deeply, I was completely intoxicated by Li's soft body and delicate scent
.
The turbulent youth 1.2
The cruel reality of summer vacation struck again. Li had to stay in the provincial capital for her internship, while I had to go home for summer vacation. At that time, we
hadn't yet revealed our relationship to our families. Endless longing tormented me, and I longed for the long
vacation to end as soon as possible. Later, I returned to the provincial capital a week early to meet Li. At that time, there were only a few students left in the school
, and the empty campus seemed even more... On the quiet night I returned, no other girls were staying in Li's dorm,
so I boldly stayed overnight. When the door was locked after 10:30, only
the two of us, passionate lovers, remained. We embraced and kissed passionately. In the sweltering summer night, we cast aside
all restraints, naked before each other. When my trembling hand touched Li's lush green pubic hair, she initially
resisted. I slowly moved my hand away, then vigorously caressed her waist, her soft yet firm breasts,
kissing her sensual lips, and letting her soft hand grasp my erection. Li's other small hand began to
slowly guide my fingers into the stream of fluid on her pubic hair; love juice was already seeping into her core. I straddled Li's delicate body,
slowly... Slowly approaching her lush, green meadow, the slippery love juices made me lose my way. The excitement of my first time made
me flustered, unsure of where to apply my strength. The knowledge I learned in physiology class and the sex scenes I saw in movies
seemed so pale. I thrust haphazardly in a swamp of love. Finally, Li moaned and gently lifted her hand, leading
me into my first pleasure. The warm yet tense cavity, the tender yet elastic muscles, and
the mucous membranes secreting copious amounts of love juice deeply attracted me to penetrate deeper. Li moaned in pain. When my penis was fully inserted,
tears of pain and pleasure streamed down Li's face. We kissed passionately, our lower bodies slowly rubbing together. Because of the tension
and the overwhelming pleasure, I ejaculated after only a short while. Li washed herself, and we... I didn't dare try again,
and we fell asleep kissing.
The turbulent youth, part 1.3.
After that night, our passionate love continued to intensify, and our desire for sex grew stronger. During our
free time from studying, we often kissed on long summer nights on the playground, in the woods, in the corners of the teaching building, and in the movie theater,
my persistently hard penis pressing against Li's softness. From then on, we invented non-contact sex. I would
hold Li's buttocks with both hands, lifting her up and positioning her vulva against my erection. Li would hold my shoulders, and we
would experience pleasure and orgasm through the up-and-down friction. Li's body became even softer after her spasms, and she would use her small hands
to soothe my aching hardness until she ejaculated in the darkness.
Sometimes I couldn't resist lifting Li's skirt... I thrust my tongue into her flower core, greedily sucking
the love nectar flowing from within. Li leaned against a tree or wall, often moaning softly as I kissed her, her white
thighs trembling with excitement. I also asked Li to give me oral sex, but she was reluctant, and I didn't force her;
gentle hands were enough. The real penetration came after Li's next period. Because of the worry about getting pregnant on her first time, Li
was somewhat anxious during this time. That time, it was late at night under the pine tree. We were still embracing, but I
rolled up Li's skirt, took off her panties, and inserted my erection into her flower core. I held Li's buttocks, trying to make her
enjoy the arrival of orgasm with the up-and-down movements.
The turbulent youth 1.4 The temptation of the class beauty
When love has opened the door, sex has... Once we set out, there was no turning back. Our youthful bodies craved caresses, so
going to the science museum to watch porn and going to the cinema for all-night movies became our new way of dating. When the fiery scenes
came into view, when naked sex entered our hearts, our young, throbbing hearts would tremble and caress each other, regardless
of spring, summer, autumn, or winter. Once, we watched porn at the science museum, and the boys in Li's class found out.
It was spread everywhere, and Li was afraid to go to the science museum to watch movies for a long time. All-night movies at the big cinema were still very attractive to
couples. We brought water, bread, and thick down jackets, spreading them out and covering ourselves. When we got sleepy
, we would snuggle up and sleep for a while; when we got excited, we would hug and kiss, caressing each other's sensitive spots. Sometimes, if we had a good seat...
They made love under the cover of secrecy. One time, I came back late from the movies, and Li's dormitory building was locked. As I was about to
help her through the window of the first-floor bathroom so she could climb in, Li suddenly got aroused .
Under the bathroom window, I held her and we had a passionate, friction-based orgasm through her clothes. Before climbing into the bathroom, she
said to me lewdly, "You owe me one." What a passionate and beautiful girl!
But Li's passionate nature also really troubled me. Li was the youngest girl in her class, yet
the most outstanding in both talent and beauty—a true class beauty. Naturally beautiful, she was a stunning and charming young woman at 19.
Many of the boys in the continuing education class had already worked, some even married,
but how could they not be moved by this lively, lovely, and graceful young beauty? Seeing their class beauty
being taken away by boys from other classes made them very unhappy, especially those boys who had once pursued Li.
Their eyes practically blazed with hatred when they saw me. Some boys, seeing that Li had a
boyfriend like me—short and plain-looking—completely ignored me, which infuriated me. When Li showed
me those cheesy love letters, I would angrily tear them to shreds and warn her not to associate with those perverts. Unfortunately,
flowers always attract bees, and Li was always surrounded by boys. Her outgoing and enthusiastic personality made
her even more popular with them. During class activities, those big perverts would practically want to hug her for a photo, and
in group photos, a whole bunch of boys would surround Li, making me even more indignant. What's even more infuriating is that
a boy brazenly waited for Li outside her dormitory. Even though Li had already told him she had a boyfriend, he still
wouldn't leave her alone, and he even followed both Li and me. Later, he even rushed into the dormitory to hug her, but Li firmly
slapped him and kicked him out. It seems the allure of the class beauty will bring me endless trouble. Although Li was constantly bothered
and even harassed, through our joint efforts, she still successfully passed the entrance exam for a bachelor's degree that summer.
A Turbulent Youth 1.5 A Summer Night's Drunken Beauty
However, my relationship with Li was destined to experience many twists and turns from the very beginning.
Was it because of her passionate and unrestrained personality? Was it because of her stunning beauty? Was it because of her captivating allure? Or was it because of her flirtatious and
promiscuous nature? Li was never short of handsome men pursuing her. For a while, Li gradually became cold towards me.
I was heartbroken and depressed because there had been no arguments, no reason. Had she fallen for someone else? Although
we still read books, ate meals, and took walks together, I could clearly feel that her heart wasn't with me. I
finally couldn't help but ask her why she seemed so indifferent to me, why she was so unpredictable, sometimes hot and sometimes cold. At
first, Li didn't tell the truth, only saying that she'd been feeling down lately and didn't want to talk much.
Later, after careful observation, even secretly following her, I discovered she was walking with a tall, handsome young man
. When I angrily confronted her, Li shamelessly admitted that the boy had pursued her and even
showed me his love letters to her. She excitedly added that he might be a top student in a seven-year program, not only
handsome but also academically gifted, and offered to tutor her in English. I almost fainted from anger. I thought to myself
, what do you mean? Isn't tutoring you good enough? Are you trying to two-time me? After finding out the reason
, I investigated the boy's background. I discovered his surname was Qiu, and he was from another class in our grade. He wasn't in a seven-year program at all,
nor was he an excellent student; he was a playboy who frequently failed exams. He had a handsome exterior and
often harassed and seduced pretty girls. How could Li be so easily fooled? After I
explained the boy's background to her, Li said she knew she was wrong and even went to return the love letter and the gifts he gave her.
Why didn't she just tear them up and throw them away? Before I knew it,
we were in our third year of university. After Li passed the entrance exam for a bachelor's degree, her psychological pressure
lessened considerably, and she became more cheerful. She also became increasingly beautiful, pure, and ethereal, like a beautiful woman
in a poem: "Green grass by the riverbank, lush willows in the garden. A graceful woman upstairs, radiant by the window. With delicate makeup, she extends her slender,
fair hands." It makes one's heart flutter. A guy in my class, known for his womanizing, jokingly told me
, "Dude, you better keep an eye on your girlfriend. She's the kind of girl who makes any man's heart itch."
While I was happy to hear this, I also felt a lot of pressure. Is it wrong to be pretty?
That summer, because of the expansion of undergraduate enrollment in universities, the school gave the dormitories for students transferring from vocational colleges to universities to freshmen, meaning Li couldn't
live on campus anymore. We were all very worried about this. Although the teachers and students of the transfer program unanimously
objected, the school finally agreed to keep the girls' dormitory. But to prevent any further changes, Li still
got the keys to a small house at a relative's house in the provincial capital. That day, she took her roommate to see the two-bedroom apartment.
Everyone was very happy; they would no longer be homeless. That day, we excitedly cleaned the small house inside and out
. It was quite late when we had dinner, and Li said, "Let's stay here. She and her roommate will stay in the master bedroom, and
because the other small bedroom was full of furniture and other items, I had to sleep on the small bed in the living room."
In the middle of the night, Li quietly slipped into the living room. Gazing at the graceful lady with skin as smooth as jade, my weariness
vanished. I frantically embraced her soft, fragrant body. Li was very relaxed that night; we were passionate, caressing each other and making love with abandon
, like a poem by Shang Yin: "The east wind and fine rain come, a soft thunder rumbles outside the lotus pond. The golden toad bites the lock as
incense burns, the jade tiger pulls the thread to draw water from the well. Jia peeks through the curtain at Han Yuan's young man, Mi Fei leaves her pillow for Wei Wang's talent. Let not your heart vie with the flowers in bloom,
for every inch of longing turns to ash." That night, I was exceptionally vigorous, my hardness sending Li to orgasm time and time again. I didn't ejaculate for a long time, my erection only growing
stronger. Li was somewhat surprised, moaning excitedly. I quietly pointed to the master bedroom; her roommate was still there, so
I couldn't be too loud.
The next day was Sunday, and we both slept in. It was the first time I'd seen Li get up and get ready; she looked
incredibly cute. Like a Bodhisattva's Lament: Layer upon layer of hills, gold gleaming and shimmering, Hair like clouds about to brush against snowy cheeks. Lazily rising to paint her eyebrows, She lingers, her makeup and dressing
delayed. Looking in the mirrors before and after her, her face and the flowers reflect each other. Li's passion last night was like fire, leaving me restless for a long time. We usually
study at school, occasionally returning to our little house on weekends to enjoy some passion. Back then, we were too embarrassed to buy
condoms, so we had to calculate the days to avoid her fertile window when we made love. Several times, Li's period was delayed due to emotional fluctuations.
Lately, she mistakenly thought I was pregnant, causing us a lot of anxiety. Even now, I still feel guilty towards her.
Why couldn't I have been shameless enough to buy her a box of condoms and then relax and enjoy our lovemaking?!
After more than three years of getting to know each other, Li's personality has become completely open with me. When she's happy, she's passionate and fiery,
almost melting you; when she's angry, she's cold as ice, chilling you to the bone. Sometimes, when she's in a
good mood, I'll offer her some advice, saying, "Can you stop being so hot and cold? Who can stand it?" She just replies,
"If you can't stand it, then don't. There are others who want to but don't have the chance!" I simply can't do anything about her. Sometimes, seeing
my listless state, Li would quietly tell me, "Have you thought this through? If you're going to find a girl like me, you'll have to endure
so much." Looking at my beautiful girlfriend, I replied without hesitation, "I've already thought it through. I'm willing to
love only you. I'd rather have a passionate love for twenty years than spend my life without ever meeting you."
Turbulent Youth 1.6 A Faint Anxiety
Li successfully passed the entrance exam for a bachelor's degree program. Many unfamiliar faces appeared in the class, including many older
vocational college graduates with work experience who were pursuing bachelor's degrees for career advancement or other purposes. These people had considerable life experience and financial stability.
Although there were many more girls in the class, many were married or of average appearance. In the bachelor's degree program class, Li
still stood out with her outstanding image and temperament, remaining the beautiful and charming class flower. As a result, she became the object of many boys' pursuit
and affection, especially the married male classmates who coveted her. Some bolder ones directly invited her to sing and dance,
while others, less daring, asked her to go to the movies. Those without partners wrote her love letters and declarations of love. Just as I was getting used to
the lecherous interference from the vocational college class, a group of even more lecherous wolves arrived.
Sometimes, when I went to see Li, I would vaguely hear the boys from her class talking about us, saying
how unworthy I was of their class beauty, and how Li could possibly be interested in a guy like me, etc. A vague
sense of panic crept over me. I held Li's hand tightly, always worried that she might be snatched away by another boy if I wasn't careful. But
I couldn't lock her up. She had her classmates and group activities. Whenever I saw the boys in her class
, some of whom were already fathers, surrounding Li, especially a dark-skinned Liu
and a tall Yang, both almost ten years older than us, they would relentlessly pester Li, sometimes
teasing her, provoking her, and even telling lewd jokes in front of me. I felt very angry and somewhat inferior. Once , when I
went to the public bathhouse, I encountered Liu and Yang showering. Their enormous penises were very conspicuous, as robust as donkeys. Afraid they would see
my small penis, I turned and went to another row to shower. After that, whenever Li and I encountered them on the street, besides anger , I felt
a strange sense of panic.
The worst part was in the second half of our third year of dating. Our class moved from the campus to our internship unit to be stationed there,
doing internships while studying other courses. This was going to be the death of me. My beautiful girlfriend
was practically thrown into the lion's den by being in a bachelor's degree program. Even though I was on campus, I was always worried about her. Now, I was leaving campus
for two years, until my internship and graduation. Before leaving, I held Li's hand tightly
, repeatedly telling her not to believe the sweet talk and flattery of the boys in her class.
Most of them were married or engaged, just there to get a degree
. We were different; we needed to study hard and find jobs in the future.
Li comforted me, saying she wasn't the naive girl she was three years ago anymore. She understood right from
wrong, and wouldn't associate with those who were just wasting their time. I moved to Dongcheng, while Li stayed on campus alone.
We began a life of separation. Every weekend or day off, rain or shine
, I would go to the school to see Li without hesitation. To this end, I even bought a second-hand bicycle and tirelessly
rode between the school and Dongcheng, persistently pursuing my beloved through wind and rain.
A turbulent youth, 1.7. A cold, icy beauty
. Fame brings trouble, and beauty is often plucked. It's just like the old saying—a girl changes drastically at eighteen, becoming more and more beautiful.
As she grew older, 21-year-old Li became increasingly captivating: a fairy maiden born in the moon palace, as if a celestial being descended
to earth. When she was charming: her eyebrows were like distant mountains, her eyes like autumn waves; when she was affectionate: her eyebrows opened like distant peaks,
her green hair thick and smoky. When she was moved: her eyes were dark and bright, her long eyebrows long and delicate
, her gaze gentle and tender. When she was thoughtful: her brows were still, her makeup faded, revealing her innocence. In the materialistic, decadent new millennium, my beautiful
girlfriend had many suitors.
But thanks to my persistent and patient waiting, we passed through a year without incident. My
boundless tolerance for Li's quick temper and my earnest and down-to-earth personality gradually won over her parents, who accepted me.
Li's mother grew increasingly fond of me, believing I could bring happiness to Li and protect her precious daughter.
Finally, in our fourth year of dating, although neither of us had graduated yet, and although Li was reluctant to get engaged so early,
we held an engagement ceremony in our hometown under pressure from both sets of parents and with the blessings of relatives and friends.
Soon after the engagement, I took Li—my beautiful fiancée—back to the provincial capital to continue our studies.
Half a year later, Li finally graduated. Through my arduous waiting and Li's unwavering persistence, we
successfully overcame the pursuit of numerous boys in her vocational and undergraduate classes. During the summer vacation, we returned to our hometown together. Our families began pressuring us
about our wedding plans. Li was unprepared for this question and was at a loss for words. She started to get
emotional, and this became increasingly severe. Several times, she even snapped at me and threatened to break off the engagement.
With the encouragement of her family and me, Li's mood gradually improved. It's true: you can never guess a girl's thoughts;
you'll never understand. My holiday ended, and I had to return to the provincial capital for my internship. Li didn't want to stay alone in the county town
, and she was also afraid of being asked about the wedding again. After saying goodbye to her family, she returned to the provincial capital with me. Husband and wife follow each other; that
's normal, isn't it?
Back in the provincial capital, I went to my internship, while Li stayed in our small house, diligently preparing for her CET-6 (College English Test Band 6) exam to improve her chances of finding a job later
. Every weekend I would come to visit her. At first, Li was very happy, but later she gradually became cold towards me
. Seeing my beautiful fiancée turn into an icy beauty, keeping everyone at arm's length, my heart truly sank.
It was as uncomfortable as an ice cave. Keli, however, seemed to have seen through the world, extremely indifferent to sex and love. I thought it was because she had suddenly
detached herself from the collective life of school. Before, she was surrounded by handsome men and always felt pursued;
now, living alone in a quiet little house, she was very uncomfortable in this solitary environment. I advised her to
move closer to the school, but she had no interest in doing so. This apathy persisted, and I pondered whether it was
discomfort with the environment or a subconscious resistance to the engagement, but I couldn't figure it out.
A Turbulent Youth 1.8 A Woman's Desire to Climb Over the Wall
At that time, my classmates were enthusiastically preparing for the postgraduate entrance exam, while I was planning to take my fiancée
out for a trip during the National Day holiday to relax. Until the night before National Day, I talked to my roommate about the postgraduate entrance exam.
He analyzed that it was extremely difficult for undergraduates to find jobs now; graduating without a job was equivalent to being unemployed
, so not graduating with a postgraduate degree meant unemployment, let alone staying in the provincial capital. One sentence deeply shocked me.
I suddenly felt the situation was incredibly tense. If I didn't take the postgraduate entrance exam, I wouldn't be able to find a job in the provincial capital after graduation, and
I would have to go back to my hometown. Then my family would pressure me to get married. During the National Day holiday, I returned to our small apartment and explained the current situation to my fiancée .
Perhaps we were both a bit confused lately due to our engagement and other emotions. After listening to my analysis, Li
suddenly snapped out of it and said, "Honey, let's hurry up and sign up for a postgraduate entrance exam prep class!" Li's enthusiasm made
me a little uncomfortable; she had finally returned to normal. I said, "Thank you, honey. However, I hope
you'll go to the prep class with me, and we can take the exam together." Li lowered her head, a little shyly
saying, "I was thinking about that too, but I'm worried my foundation isn't good, especially English. I'm afraid even if I sign up, I'll just
be a bystander." I comforted her, saying, "It's okay, we'll do our best. You should study hard this year, and if it doesn't work out,
we can take it again next year. This year is a good start." Li happily agreed. So
we started frantically enrolling in all sorts of postgraduate entrance exam preparation classes, regardless of the cost.
With mutual encouragement and hard work, I finally passed the postgraduate entrance exam interview six months later. This meant we could
continue spending two or three years together in the provincial capital. My family found Li a job, but it required a year of further study. We chose
a school near my internship and enrolled in a further study program, spending the first six months studying theoretical
courses in an undergraduate class. After helping Li settle into her dormitory, we walked together on another campus. Returning to the school environment
brought back a long-lost feeling of youth for Li. The vigor of youth radiated from her beautiful, fair face. Li
diligently studied the new knowledge, seemingly transforming back into the girl who had just entered university five years ago. However,
Li was now 23 years old. Compared to those naive young girls who had just entered university, Li was like
a flower blooming in spring, fragrant, charming, and captivating. Watching Li study among a group of freshmen five or six years younger than her
, no longer constantly harassed by lecherous male classmates like she had been in her continuing education associate's and bachelor's programs
, I felt a sense of relief I had never known before. Moreover, it was only across the street from my internship location. We could
see each other every day again.
After more than two months of adjustment, Li quickly became very popular in the class she had transferred to at the University of Traditional Chinese Medicine.
Because of her elegant demeanor, outstanding figure, and charming beauty, she was often surrounded by shy young
boys and girls who sought her advice on various matters. She became the class's female counselor. Sometimes I
would scold her, saying, "Just focus on your theoretical studies, why bother with so many other things? They're just kids."
Li, however, didn't seem to care, saying they were all adorable, and calling her "Sister Li" made her very happy. Especially
two or three boys who frequently surrounded her seeking advice on relationship problems. I advised her to mind her own business, lest she
annoy the girls in the class. My fiancée is a stubborn mule, so
I didn't care if she went against me the more she argued. For a while, she even started texting with guys, which annoyed me terribly. I said, "You just became immune to the old foxes, and now you're
falling for the young guys?" Li playfully scolded me for being inappropriate. But one day, I discovered that the guys texting her were the
same few guys, and they weren't discussing anything; they were expressing their infatuation and longing for Li's beauty, more like
a rather blatant pursuit. I started to get worried. One of them, Bo, exchanged the most texts with Li,
and unlike the others, he didn't call her "Sister Li," as if he was closer to her. One day, I confronted her about it, and Li retorted,
"I'll be old when no one's chasing after your wife. You're so jealous; you should be happy that people are pursuing me." I was
speechless. Thinking about it, she was right; if someone was pursuing her, it meant my wife was attractive, and I had good taste.
Because my internship was very close to the school where Li was studying, I would sometimes secretly check on her, standing at
the back door of the study room to see if my fiancée was studying diligently in the back row. Fortunately, Li was generally focused on her studies. Occasionally,
boys and girls would walk by to ask her questions, which was normal behavior, and I didn't notice anything amiss.
I started to wonder if I was being narrow-minded and shouldn't have thought about these young men that way. However, this thought
was quickly dismissed, because every time the study period was about to end, two or three boys would stare intently at Li's voluptuous and slender
figure, as if their eyes were hooked, wanting to devour this beautiful woman. On one occasion,
when Li's book fell to the ground, two tall boys even fought over to pick it up for her, watching this graceful and
charming woman walk out of the classroom. I saw all of this and felt anxious.
Later, when I went to find Li again, she wasn't in the classroom or the dormitory. Her roommates said she might
have gone out because someone was looking for her. As I wandered aimlessly onto the playground, feeling lost and confused, I saw Li
walking side-by-side with a tall boy, chatting away – a picture of a loving couple. I was so angry I almost cried. Wiping away
my tears, I found it funny. Who told you to send your beautiful fiancée to this godforsaken place? This guy is just
a flirtatious, seductive womanizer. When Li saw me glaring at her angrily from afar, she quickly told the boy to leave and
walked over, her face flushed, saying, "Honey, what brings you here?" I replied curtly, "I'm so sorry
to bother you." Li playfully scolded me, "You're so petty! Why are you arguing with a kid? He and his girlfriend
had a fight, I was just trying to comfort them." I countered, "Was it because of you that they had a fight?" Li then playfully punched me.
Rain, her face flushed, argued, "What nonsense! It's getting more and more absurd!" Judging from Li's tense and anxious reaction
, their relationship was clearly more than just ordinary.
A few days later, I saw they were still texting each other, but Li had deleted all the messages the boy had sent
. One day, after our lovemaking, I held my charming fiancée and asked her, "Is that boy Bo?
Do you two really have feelings for each other?" Li initially denied it, then fell silent. I felt utterly cold inside and scolded her
, "What you're doing is immoral! He already has a girlfriend." Li retorted, "He said he fell in love with me first
, and that girl pursued him later." What a weak explanation! I said, feeling a bit suffocated, "I was
the one who fell in love with you first!" She replied, "Love doesn't distinguish between first and last!" My God! What kind of logic is that
? I was speechless after that, only advising her to be careful and not go too far, hoping her
advanced training course would end soon. Li began to restrain herself somewhat, but I could still sense her restless heart.
A Turbulent Youth 1.9 Green Nanshan Trip
Li's continuing education course finally ended, and she was supposed to start further training at her workplace. However, she
had absolutely no interest in her future job and refused to continue her studies, saying she wanted to pursue a master's degree in a field she liked.
I wasn't very confident about her chances of passing the exam, but the thought of finally being able to escape those boys (although Li would still occasionally
secretly text Bo) brought me a long sigh of relief. After graduating from university, we went back to our hometown together
. After much effort, I convinced my family that Li wouldn't pursue further studies and would focus on the master's entrance exam this year. During the summer vacation, we even climbed
Mount Tai, fulfilling my wish to take the exam. The start of the semester arrived, and we returned to the provincial capital together. I was going to pursue a master's degree,
and Li's task was to continue preparing for the exam.
The day for graduate school registration arrived, and Li accompanied me back to our familiar campus. The weather was still
hot, and 23-year-old Li was even more beautiful than before. Her neck was adorned with flowers, her hair cascading over her shoulders. A light blue, fitted top accentuated
her fair skin, and her full breasts were subtly revealed. She wore a white lily-patterned skirt, looking incredibly fresh and radiant. Walking along the campus
path, her slender waist highlighted her full, rounded hips. The hem of her skirt just covered her smooth
calves, revealing her delicate, slender ankles. Her crystal sandals revealed her fair, lovely toes, attracting lustful glances from boys from time to time
. I walked behind Li on her left, pulling my suitcase with my left hand, and reached out to take her hand with my right
. Her delicate, porcelain-like hand slipped from my grasp. "Stop fooling around, behave yourself at school." I wanted to reply that we were engaged, but fearing I would
upset her, I swallowed the words back.
After completing the registration procedures, I went to my dorm to make my bed. When I arrived at the graduate student dormitory, my two roommates
were already there, both dressed in tank tops and shorts, one tall and one short, both with dark skin. Seeing that I had brought my girlfriend,
they greeted me warmly. Li seemed a little shy. I introduced her as my fiancée. Li's fair cheeks
flushed slightly. After exchanging a few words with her roommates, she began bending down to help me make my bed. Her white dress, tightly hugging her round,
full buttocks, exuded an alluring youthful charm. I chatted with my two roommates about the course schedule after the semester started. I
could see the two guys glancing at Li's round, pert buttocks from time to time. Two years ago, I would have been furious
. Now, after several trials and tribulations in love, I've become much more open-minded. Not only am I not angry, but I'm also quite proud, even a little
excited. Since I had somewhere else to stay, the dorm was just a temporary place. After quickly making my bed, Li and I
said goodbye to our roommates and prepared to go home.
On the campus path, when I told Li about how she felt being stared at, she chuckled and said, "You're so annoying! You pervert! People
look at your wife like that, and you're still smug?!" I could tell Li enjoyed my words; she was now a
thoroughly repressed and horny young woman. Her face flushed, but she seemed lost in thought. On a whim, I blurted out, "Are you thinking about
...?" Li didn't respond but suggested we go to Nanshan for a while. So we took a bus to the southern mountain area. Since it wasn't
the weekend, the bus wasn't crowded. After about an hour, we arrived near Jinxiuchuan Reservoir. The scenery was beautiful, with clear water and lush mountains. "The benevolent find
joy in mountains, the wise find joy in water," as the saying goes. Places with mountains and water always attract people. So we got off the bus and walked along the reservoir.
There were very few people by the reservoir. We held hands, sometimes hugging my beloved girl from behind, sometimes
embracing her from the front to feel her soft breasts. I couldn't help but feel a little aroused. I said I wanted some, and Li playfully scolded, "Nonsense ! Are
n't you afraid someone will see? No, let's talk about it when we get back." I could tell she was still thinking about Bo, and I felt a pang of jealousy.
I said, "If Bo comes, you can have him." A pang of sadness
hit me afterwards, since they probably hadn't reached that point yet. She blushed, stepped on my foot, and didn't answer. Was that a yes? I, however, became more interested and persisted, insisting she use
her hand too. Perhaps it was the stimulation from someone glancing at my fiancée's shapely buttocks during registration. I walked with Li in my arms
, whispering in her ear, "I am Bo." We walked towards a patch of greenery. Li didn't resist. We came to a shady spot, looked around to make sure no
one was there, and Li became emotional. "I really miss him," she said, reaching her slender hand towards my zipper. My penis instantly sprang
to attention. Her soft, boneless fingers caressed my hardness. Li closed her eyes, her long eyelashes seeming damp.
I knew she was truly moved. I kissed her shoulder and earlobe, saying, "Darling, I love you." She moaned softly
, her shoulders slightly twisting, her hands moving faster. I wanted her to use her mouth, but I didn't dare say it,
afraid she'd get angry. I suggested kissing her down there, but she didn't agree, continuing to stroke me. Her breathing deepened, and I felt
increasingly numb. I kept stimulating her shoulders and neck with my chin and lips, trying to control my ejaculation and prolong
the pleasure. But then I faintly heard Li's weak moan, "Bo..." and I instantly collapsed.
The gushing pleasure and the bitterness of my beautiful fiancée's infidelity intertwined in that instant, and white fluid gushed out,
shooting hard onto the green grass and pebbles on the shore. Although the feelings were mixed and indescribable, I actually
felt something for this abnormal relationship.
On the way home, Li said that Xiao Bo would be starting school soon, and I thought she was truly moved this time. After several years of adjustment
and adaptation, my love for her has broadened and evolved. It's no longer so stingy and narrow-minded. I found myself inexplicably comforting and flattering
her, saying, "When Bo comes, you two should make an appointment to come to the reservoir too." Li was as happy as a child, her eyes
shining. Suddenly, she turned and kissed me. There were many people in the car, making me feel quite embarrassed. But a warmth suddenly
welled up inside me, and I stroked her hair tenderly, like an older brother loving his younger sister.
A Turbulent Youth 1.10 A Determined Date with Her Lover
Tuesday, after class, I returned to our little room. Li, trying to hide her excitement, quietly told me that Xiao Bo had started school.
I knew her good time was coming soon. That night, we made love twice, each experiencing our own excitement. The first time
, she was so excited that we used our most familiar standing position. She held Li's full buttocks tightly with both hands, her jade feet lightly lifted, her slender arms wrapped tightly around
my shoulders, her red lips brushing against my ear. She excitedly rubbed her lips against my pubic bone, her eyes tightly closed,
her hair tossing, moaning ecstatically. I couldn't withstand such wildness, and just as she climaxed,
I ejaculated. I was worried Li would be angry, but after we finished, she said, "You must be tired from class, take a rest."
I could tell Li was somewhat unsatisfied, seemingly a little angry, but she didn't show it. I thought it was probably
because Bo was coming.
After showering, we lay naked on the bed with the lights off, talking about her previous experience of taking a theory course as a transfer student. We talked
about Bo, and she mentioned his long fingers. I asked if they had ever had physical contact, and she knew what I meant, saying no.
Suddenly, without thinking, I asked if he was big. She trembled slightly and said, "Thinking about his
height of 1.8 meters, and looking at his big nose, it must be quite big." It seemed she had been secretly observing him for a long time. Suddenly
, I got an erection. Even though I felt terrible, unable to fully satisfy my girlfriend, and hearing women say other men might
have large penises, which must be painful, my lower body betrayed me, hardening with lust, and I blurted out, "A big one
can satisfy you." Li also reacted, suddenly rolling over to kiss me, pressing herself against me. She was surprised to feel my
erection, and sat down on me with her large buttocks. Without foreplay, it was surprisingly slippery; it seemed she had been aroused
for quite some time. I thrust my body forward, responding to her wanton swaying. Her beautiful hair cascaded down, brushing against my
chest and face, its delicate fragrance filling the air. Even with the lights off, I could vaguely see my alluring, delicate
fiancée's lips parted slightly, her beautiful eyes closed. My lower body felt an infinite, silky smoothness and bone-melting pleasure. My hands instinctively grasped
her swaying breasts, my fingers instantly sinking into their exquisite softness. At that moment, I didn't care about the rest of the world. I love my
woman, my beautiful fiancée, murmuring repeatedly, "I love you, love you, baby..." My hands exerted
more force, assisting her movements. Like a wild horse, she straddled my hardness, riding with abandon. Sometimes she
straightened her upper body, grinding and swaying; sometimes she bent down, rubbing wantonly; sometimes she arched back, moaning, her breath sweet as orchids.
I could feel her climax approaching; her soft, wet flesh below suddenly convulsed and spasmed, like countless
delicate hands stimulating my penis. Having just ejaculated once before, I felt no psychological burden this time,
indulging in unparalleled pleasure and enjoying being dominated by a man. Even though I was being ridden, I thought to myself, "Such a
wonderful woman, such a comfortable vagina—if it only belongs to me, wouldn't that be a waste?" Then, as Li
reached her second peak, she called out Bobo's name. Suddenly, my ejaculation surged, and I ejaculated wildly into her spasming vagina,
reaching orgasm together with my beloved woman. Looking at Li, her hair was damp with fragrant mist, and her arms were cold in the moonlight.
After washing again, Li asked what we were going to do this weekend. I said, "Let's go see a movie." She suddenly got angry and said I
didn't keep my word. I asked why, and she said that I had promised her and Xiaobo would go to Nanshan, but
she remembered a joke we made at Jinxiuchuan last time. She kept saying, "Go ahead, go ahead," adding that she also had a lecture to attend this weekend. But
the next day, Li caught a cold, and her voice was hoarse. I told her to rest well, that the postgraduate entrance exam was still a long way off, and not to study for now
, otherwise she wouldn't be able to go out and have fun by the weekend. She said, "What's the big deal about a cold?" When I got home on Friday,
Li's voice sounded even worse; the hoarseness seemed to belong to someone else. I advised her not to go to Nanshan over the weekend, as the weather there
was a bit chilly. She didn't agree. After a morning of classes and a tense afternoon of experiments, I was exhausted and
went to bed early. Li, with her hoarse voice, was moving back and forth between the bedroom and living room, preparing for the trip to Nanshan the next day. She asked me
what to wear, and I sleepily said, "Wear something warm, and bring enough hot water and cold medicine," before going to sleep.
When I woke up in the middle of the night, I saw that this sick girl was still texting, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. I asked her with concern why she wasn't sleeping earlier despite having a cold. She
said she wasn't sleepy, so I made her another cup of cold medicine. It was almost one o'clock before I heard her breathing soundly as she slept.
Turbulent Youth 2.1 A Secret Rendezvous in Lover's Valley
The next morning, while I was still half asleep, Li quietly got up, washed and dressed. Around
6:30, she kissed me and said goodbye, her voice still hoarse, but filled with joy and elation. I
asked if she had eaten breakfast, and the reply was a loud "bang" of the security door. I was wide awake, got up, washed, and took the bus
to school for a lecture. The lecture was excellent, but I couldn't concentrate; my mind was filled with thoughts of my fiancée going to her rendezvous. At noon
, after lunch at the school cafeteria, I went home in the afternoon. Seeing couples embracing on the way, I suddenly felt
an emptiness in my heart, a bittersweet feeling welling up inside. It seemed I hadn't gotten over this hurdle. I got home at 1:30,
charged my phone, and sent a text message asking how Li's cold was, telling her not to overwork herself, etc. Around 3:00, Li replied,
"I'm fine, I had a great day, I'll be home when it gets dark." I could tell from her text that she was excited. I was still very
uncomfortable, but I suddenly felt aroused. Imagining myself and Li embracing and kissing during our passionate lovemaking, caressing each other in the wild,
masturbating, and performing oral sex, I found myself masturbating involuntarily. I wondered if Bo had kissed her, if
he had inserted his long fingers into my fiancée, if he had inserted his enormous penis into the
vagina that should belong only to me. As I thought about it, my ejaculation came out.
It was almost six o'clock, and Li still hadn't made a move. I sent her another text message, and this time she replied quickly, saying
she was eating out for dinner and not to wait for me. I cooked some corn porridge, stir-fried some vegetables, heated up a sausage, turned on the TV, and
ate while watching. Seeing the huge sausage and thinking about my short penis, I couldn't help but feel inferior. Around nine o'clock at night
, I heard Li open the door. I rushed out to open it, and Li happily entered the living room, changed her shoes, and saw
me looking her up and down. She chuckled, "What's wrong? Did your wife lose something or turn into
an ugly monster?" "Never seen her before?" Her voice was still husky, but it exuded sexiness and allure. She hugged my fiancée tightly
, as if afraid that if she let go, she would be gone. After hugging for a while, she pushed me away forcefully, saying, "Let go,
I'm about to burst! Let me go to the bathroom!" I don't know if I was hugging her too tightly, or if she really needed to go, or if she was just anxious.
Hearing the rushing water in the bathroom, I knew she was taking a shower. When Li came out, I wanted to hug her again, but she
pushed me away, saying, "Don't be silly," and while getting dressed, she said
, "Let me show you something good." She took out a camera from her bag, pulled me to the bedroom, and opened the camera to browse the photos. "You went to Red Leaf Valley!" I exclaimed in surprise. "Wasn't it a reservoir
?" she said. She said Red Leaf Valley was fun. Before I could even complain about her going hiking despite being sick, she started showing
me photos of herself and Bo, as well as individual photos of each other. In the group photos, Li, who was 1.65 meters tall, stood next to Bo, who was 1.8 meters tall,
her hair clinging to her young chest, smiling radiantly, her joy genuine. There was also a photo of Bo embracing Li;
although it looked a little unnatural, with a hint of first love's awkwardness, to an outsider it was clear they were a couple deeply in love. Li's solo
photos also showed her glowing, not at all like someone with a cold. It seems love really is a good medicine. Her hoarse voice kept
explaining, and I said with concern, "You're too tired, and your throat isn't good either. Don't talk so much." She even blamed Bo for not
caring about her, knowing she was sick yet still traveling so far and coming back so late. She actually defended Bo, saying he
cared about her and even carried her up the mountain for a while. After seeing the photos, I felt even worse. Li seemed to sense my
sadness and said, "Go take a shower and go to bed early. I'll be good and rest at home tomorrow." After showering, Li lay in bed
still looking at the camera. I said unhappily, "Go to sleep! Aren't you tired after running around all day? Did you take your medicine?" She smiled
and said she had just taken her medicine.
Lying in bed, I held my fiancée tightly, like a treasure I had lost and found again. After a while, she started sweating, broke
free from my embrace, and said it was too hot. She then spoke in a hoarse voice about their trip to Red Leaf Valley. I asked why she thought of going there
, and her words startled me: "There's a Lover's Valley there." I suddenly got up and pressed myself against her,
grabbing her soft shoulders and saying, "Tell me honestly, what did you do?!" She playfully scolded, "What did you do
? You startled me! What could we possibly do? Think about it, there are so many tourists at Red Leaf Valley on Saturday. At most, we held hands."
I asked, "Did he kiss you?" She said dreamily, "Just once, and I initiated it..." clearly
still wanting more. "What else did you do?" "Nothing really, just wanted to hug someone but there were too many people." Seeing that I didn't
say anything, she added, "It's really not like what you think, no one is as perverted as you!" Then she said, "Sigh,
I was thinking too much last night." I asked her back, "What else do you want to do?!" Li didn't say anything, just giggled
and coughed a few times. I said, "You seem really sick. Let's not talk about it anymore, go to sleep early."
Li was silent for a while. Just when I thought she had fallen asleep, she suddenly rolled over and pressed herself against me, sticking her tongue
into my mouth. I was caught off guard. Even after years of passionate love, she had been reluctant to kiss me, especially not
with her tongue. This time, however, she was so passionate, her beautiful tongue flowing freely, her sweet saliva filling the air. Soon, I was incredibly hard. Li
gently guided my penis with her soft hand, and her warm vagina swallowed it completely, incredibly wet and overflowing with love juice, sticky and
sticky all over my thighs. It seemed my fiancée was already aroused. I tried my best to cooperate, and soon Li lay
on top of me, her vulva rubbing fiercely against my erection and pubic bone. After a spasm, she reached a climax, lying on top of me,
panting heavily. She seemed really tired, partly due to a cold, otherwise she would have continued. After resting for a while
, she got up, still wanting more. I pushed her off, saying, "Are you crazy?" Li said in a trembling voice, "You haven't ejaculated yet?"
I was actually a little moved. I told her to lie down, and I straddled Li, thrusting for a while but unable to ejaculate. Li,
in her soft moans, seemed to mumble, "Fuck me, Bobo." Suddenly, my ejaculation was fully unleashed, and I quickly pulled out,
ejaculating onto the toilet paper. My fiancée was in her fertile period these past few days; I couldn't risk her getting pregnant and suffering the pain.
After a quick shower, I lay back in bed. It was almost midnight. Li was still looking at her phone, and when she saw me come back
, she quickly hid it. I said, "Don't hide it anymore. You're allowed to contact him in front of me from now on." Li happily hugged my
neck and kissed me deeply, saying in a hoarse voice, "Thank you, husband." Now, I
'm gradually beginning to accept Li's "emotional infidelity," and the anger and bitterness have gradually transformed into a calm excitement.
The Turbulent Youth 2.2 Embracing and Texting Love
After that, Li indeed texted Bo without any hesitation. Because she was preparing for her second postgraduate entrance exam, I
didn't allow her to text during the day. Also, I was afraid of disturbing Bo's studies in class. Every night after going to bed, she would
spend half an hour to an hour texting, sometimes even until the wee hours, completely disregarding her fiancé
beside her. At first, I found it very difficult to adjust; the clicking sound of her typing was always jarring and
unsettling. What was even more intolerable was her alternating babble of silly laughter, sighs, and soft
, coquettish complaints, sometimes uttering casual, seemingly indifferent words to avoid making me feel neglected as her
"husband." Initially, I felt particularly bitter and sad, but gradually I grew accustomed to the
sound of her typing and her genuine, unadulterated emotions. Sometimes, she would still be enthusiastically texting while I was already fast asleep.
Li, on the other hand, was quite straightforward and didn't mind me reading their texts. At first, I even checked to see if there was anything excessive
, but it was mostly everyday greetings, expressions of mutual longing, encouragement, and sometimes even slightly suggestive jokes—
nothing particularly explicit. As time went on, I eventually stopped checking. And so, my fiancée
continued her passionate texting with her lover beside her fiancé's pillow, sometimes even stroking my green-tinged head with her delicate hand. Sometimes
I'd get angry and urge her to turn off her phone, telling her to focus on her graduate school entrance exam, demanding to see if she was completing her study plan
. At these times, Li would usually act cute and silly, or occasionally send a beautiful escort,
directly touching me during the day, even using her hands and mouth to relieve my anger, and at night she'd be close, using her seductive charms
like a beautiful snake, coiling around me until I was involuntarily intoxicated, unable to let go. A typical case of sexual bribery of her fiancé.
National Day was fast approaching, and Li hadn't finished her studies. At dinner, she told me she wanted to go
to the movies with Bo. I said we should finish her study plan first. She tried everything to persuade me to no avail. Seeing my determination, she decided to use her ultimate weapon:
she said she was tired from reading and wanted me to hug her. We used to do this often to relax, going to the playground or a secluded
spot in the woods to hug and caress each other's sensitive areas. I didn't respond, which I guess was a refusal. But then, this girl suddenly
hugged me and asked me to weigh her to see if she had successfully lost weight. We're the same height, the same weight, and even...
We swapped clothes, especially my fiancée's jeans—they were so comfortable, like clinging to her beautiful, white
legs. This time she was wearing jeans too, and she climbed on top of me, embracing me. I wrapped my arms around her shapely buttocks, and she lifted her beautiful feet slightly
, her jade-like arms encircling my neck. We began rubbing our genitals together through our clothes. I gradually became hard, pressing against
my fiancée's soft vulva through our clothes. Actually, it was the hardness of my pubic bone that was really working.
Soon, Li was moaning softly, her breath slightly ragged. I said, "Shouldn't we start studying?" She smiled, her fair wrist draped with a light gauze, and
skillfully unzipped my zipper. Her soft, fragrant hands began to stroke me, making me feel numb. While stroking me, she asked if I could
go to the movies with Bo. Was this sexual interrogation?
"Oh, oh…," I couldn't help but groan. "No, I have to finish my studies…," I
insisted. My fiancée said I wasn't going to sleep tonight, that I was going to work overtime to finish my study guide, and that we'd go see a movie tomorrow since it was a holiday
. I reluctantly agreed, but said we couldn't go all out like last time, or my postgraduate entrance exam would be ruined again. Li excitedly
said, "Listen to your teacher, be a good student." I said, "You should listen to your husband, be a good wife." Her soft hands
continued to stroke me, and gradually, pleasure surged through me, threatening to erupt. Just as I was about to ejaculate, Li didn't get any toilet
paper. I quickly said, "Where's the paper?!" Li's hands didn't stop, but instead sped up, her sexy lips playfully
pouting. She said, "Come on, come on!" I roared, about to ejaculate, when Li suddenly knelt down and took
my tip into her alluring lips. It was too late to control myself. After several seconds of trembling, Li opened her mouth, a mouthful of
white, sticky liquid about to spill out. I quickly caught it with my hand and ran to the bathroom to wash up. It had been so long since I'd had oral sex,
it was fucking amazing! A moment later, Li returned to the bedroom, her face flushed, saying it smelled awful—fishy, salty, and astringent. Li had
n't let me give her oral sex for years and had forgotten the taste of semen. I told her she'd get used to it, and was about to laugh at her, but
one sentence from her plunged me back into a freezing abyss. "Does all men's semen taste like this?" Li's casual
question
sent my mood
plummeting from the highest heavens to the deepest abyss. The pleasure of the oral sex had vanished completely. What did she mean? Had my fiancée
tasted another man's semen? I questioned her, and she angrily said I was being paranoid. Even as I lay in bed, I kept thinking about Li's
question. Was she going to use me as an experiment before tasting the semen? I tossed and turned, unable to sleep. Li was still
texting. I touched her smooth, beautiful skin, repeatedly reminding her that we couldn't do anything else while watching the movie tomorrow.
She said, "How can you be so perverted?! Going crazy in the movie theater, go to sleep. Aren't you going to
school to pick up materials early tomorrow morning?" I almost forgot I had arranged to pick up the review materials with my senior tomorrow morning. Thinking back to our
passionate days in the movie theater, caressing each other all night and Li giving me oral sex, my mind was in turmoil. Perhaps
I was too tired, and before I knew it, I drifted off to sleep to the familiar clicking sound of typing a text message.
In my dream, Li was as beautiful as a flower, naturally beautiful, wearing a flawless white dress, as if watching a movie.
The Lord of the Rings plot was full of twists and turns, but Li had no interest in watching the movie because a tall, handsome young
man was sitting next to her—it was Bo! Li nestled against him like a little bird, her breathing uneven. Was the movie
too moving? Her eyes were glazed over; was she not even watching? A large hand had reached under her white skirt,
knocking on the door of love, teasing the young woman guarding it. The forest was already filled with the fragrance of a babbling brook, and Li's slender hand
had already plunged into her lover's crotch, persistently exploring. Her eyebrows furrowed slightly, her lips parted slightly, revealing teeth like melon seeds, her beautiful eyes were slightly closed, her long
eyelashes fluttering, seemingly filled with desire, pleasure, and boundless anticipation.
Just as I reached my climax, another delicate, white hand reached there, unzipping the zipper. Bo slightly
rose, as if to pull down her underwear. A gasp of surprise suddenly echoed in the dimly lit couples' area of the theater: "So big!" Immediately
, a large hand covered her mouth. Li's delicate hands, as if discovering a treasure, carefully
exposed the enormous thing. It was truly huge, almost twice the size of mine. My fiancée's skilled hands were somewhat unaccustomed to
such a large, hard object, like someone used to drinking porridge with a small spoon suddenly switching to a large one. However,
the excitement and euphoria brought on by this unfamiliarity deeply stimulated my fiancée. Her sexy lips inhaled deeply, as if
she was still marveling at finding a treasure. After a trembling caress, his large, hard member grew even more erect, his peak
already glistening with dew. Li lowered her head, her red lips parted, and took his penis into her mouth. Her warm, smooth mouth and
teasing tongue sent waves of pleasure through her, followed by streams of nectar shooting into her throat. Suddenly, she awoke with a start;
it was just a wet dream. How annoying! She had to wash. She touched herself; there wasn't much semen. She grabbed a tissue and wiped herself
, savoring the strange dream, but couldn't fall back asleep.
The next morning, Li was already getting ready. She asked me what I wanted to wear. I said I didn't care about the top,
but she had to wear jeans; that would make her look good. I thought to myself, I can't let her wear a skirt. If last night's dream came
true, I'd be wearing a green hat! Li, of course, had no idea what I was thinking. She happily chose a pair of
jeans she liked and changed into them. After breakfast, I had to leave first because I had an appointment with my senior classmate; their movie
didn't start until 10:00. Before leaving, I told her to be back before 3:00 PM to finish her studies. Li reluctantly
agreed.
When I arrived at school, it was the first day of the National Day holiday, so there were very few people. I picked up
the review materials my advisor had given me from downstairs at my senior classmate's dormitory. I wanted to go directly to the library to look up information, but then I remembered it was a holiday, and the library was closed.
So I wandered around the campus and went to a newly opened bookstore near the entrance. Among the various books, a copy
of Li Yinhe's *Sadomasochistic Subculture* caught my eye. I had read about this book in a publication before. Seeing
that I didn't know anyone around, I quietly took out the book and hid in a corner to read it. In the book, the author systematically
introduced the phenomenon of sadomasochism in the West and its significance. From BDSM subculture to individual cases and historical works
, the causes and political influences of BDSM, as well as its implications for us, including sexual liberation, this paper introduces
the lessons we can learn from BDSM. She defines BDSM as: "A sexual activity that links pleasure with pain,
or a sexual activity that obtains pleasure through pain. The so-called pain has two connotations, one being physical pain..."
The first is physical pain (like the pleasure derived from whipping); the second is mental pain (like
the painful feeling caused by humiliation in a relationship of domination and submission). I thought to myself, "Cuckoldry is also a form of sadomasochism." Before I knew it, it was almost noon, and the bookstore was gradually
emptying out; everyone was probably going to replenish their food supplies. I couldn't put the book down, but I felt a little embarrassed if acquaintances or classmates saw
me holding such a controversial book. So I quickly paid, put the book in my briefcase, and
took the bus home. Thus began my journey of sadomasochism.
Turbulent Youth 2.4 A Tale of Two Extremes
Back home, I quickly ate lunch, washed my hands, and began reading the new book. In the preface, the author argues that
"the most revolutionary separations in sexual thought are twofold: one is the separation of sexual pleasure from reproductive organs;
and one of the significances of sadomasochism lies in its substitution of pleasure for the pleasure of intercourse, thus
reducing sexual behavior that truly serves a reproductive purpose. Redefining sadomasochism as 'sexual activity that links pleasure with humiliation
' allows for the following hypothesis: the human brain is a complex neural network with
advanced associative learning abilities, often preferring to connect similar things; the idiom 'love me, love my dog' embodies
this meaning." If something is typically associated with sex, and sex is associated with pleasure, people will unconsciously
link that thing directly to pleasure. Thus, simply having that thing present
will bring pleasure without needing sex. For example, fetishists directly associate underwear (items that come into contact with genitals) with pleasure.
Sadomasochism, on the other hand, is a behavior based on shame, which is usually closely associated with sexual activity. Therefore, people
will unconsciously link sadomasochism with pleasure. While this connection between sadomasochism and pleasure is detrimental to survival,
eliminating this connection requires eliminating shame. The connection between feelings of shame and sexual activity is crucial, and eliminating
this connection is detrimental to human reproduction because the cost of eliminating shame is greater than the cost of sadomasochism.
Through long-term natural selection, humans have retained a certain degree of shame, and sadomasochism has thus arisen alongside it.
Reading about sadomasochism in the book stirred my subconscious sadomasochistic (or more accurately, masochistic)
desires. I became extremely interested in sadomasochism and even forgot the time. I was engrossed in the vivid
and compelling case studies in the book, and I really wanted to become the masochist in those cases, enjoying the painful yet stimulating experience. The pain and
pleasure were overwhelming; my little brother was already completely drunk, and glistening fluid was seeping through my underwear and pajamas. The clock in the bedroom chiming on the
hour suddenly reminded me to look up and check the time—it was already three o'clock. That girl still hadn't returned, and I couldn't help but feel a little annoyed.
I sent her a text message to urge her on. Fifteen minutes later, Li replied, saying she would definitely be home for dinner and that I shouldn't cook, but bring her something good
for me. A general in the field may disobey orders, and a husband who has left home is also difficult to manage. Getting angry was
useless. I felt a burning sensation in my throat, poured myself a glass of hot water—it was so hot! My lower body felt wet and uncomfortable; I wanted to go to the bathroom
to wash, but suddenly… A masochistic thought crossed his mind, so he plunged his semi-erect penis into a cup of hot water. The searing pain immediately
spread throughout his body. When he pulled it out, it was bright red, yet
it stood even more erect. He thrust it in again, pulled it out again, like an interrogation; the more he was tortured, the harder it became. Later, his soft skin couldn't take it anymore. Then he remembered there were ice
cubes in the refrigerator. A few minutes later, a cup of near-freezing water was placed on the interrogation table. The alternation of freezing and scalding heat kept his penis from bending.
In this torment of both ice and fire, waves of pleasure washed over him… From then on, he entered another paradise of desire—
the world of self-torture.
Lost in the game of ice and fire… Before I knew it, the sun was setting. My little brother, finally unable to withstand the onslaught,
ejaculated in a state of extreme swelling. Exhausted, I collapsed onto the sofa and drifted off to sleep with the sunset. The sound of Li opening the door woke
me. I quickly hid the new books I'd bought and went to greet my fiancée at the door. Li came in excitedly, carrying
a cake from Holiland. "You must be starving! Eat up, I bought this especially for you." She said, changing her shoes as she spoke. As I took
the cake and turned to hug her, Li had already slipped into the bathroom to shower—that clever little devil! I was indeed hungry.
I wolfed down the cake, drank a glass of water, and suddenly felt a sudden urge to urinate. Perhaps the afternoon's stimulation was too intense.
Li had just finished showering when I rushed into the bathroom to relieve myself. As I was about to leave, my peripheral vision caught
sight of Li's discarded clothes by the hanger. Her silk black panties appeared to be visibly torn. Picking them up, I saw
that the elastic edges were almost completely destroyed. Even more shockingly, the area corresponding to her clitoris was almost entirely
soaked with vaginal fluid, and there was still a slippery, sticky residue in the center. I was startled. I inhaled the faint scent of her body mixed with
a slight fishy smell, and couldn't resist licking it. The long-lost taste immediately stimulated my senses.
(Turbulent Youth 2.5) As I left the bathroom with my fiancée's deformed underwear
, about to question her, Li was already waiting anxiously at
the door. She had changed into her bathrobe, her slender arm lightly draped over her shoulder, carrying a small basin of water in one hand. Seeing me with her underwear, she snatched it
away and gracefully went into the bathroom. I followed her in. Li had already soaked the underwear in the basin and deftly grabbed the soap
to wash it. I hugged her soft, delicate body tightly from behind. Li rubbed her, and I gently asked, "Was the movie good?"
Li said, "It was good, but I didn't quite understand it." I said, "You two have a generation gap. This is an 80s
film." Li immediately retorted, "Who said there's a generation gap? I just didn't watch it carefully..." As soon as the words left her mouth,
she seemed to realize her mistake, her cheeks flushing red. I said, "What were you doing if you didn't watch the movie? Wasn't it a sci-fi movie? How come your underwear is all
wet and deformed from watching it?" As I spoke, I kissed her ear. Li said, "Don't be silly, no way! You're just
talking nonsense..." but her voice was clearly weak. Ignoring her resistance, I continued kissing her soft earlobe,
jawline, and stimulating her rounded shoulders—all sensitive areas for my fiancée. Li moaned slightly, her arms covered in soap
suds, making it difficult to resist. I casually grasped her soft, elastic breasts, kneading them while gently asking, "
Tell me quickly, what exciting scenes in the movie made your underwear so wet?"
Li couldn't resist the teasing; her breathing deepened, she moaned repeatedly, her buttocks swaying, her hands haphazardly kneading her silk stockings.
"Don't talk nonsense, it's nothing, I just accidentally tore it when I was in a hurry to go to the bathroom..." Her tone was clearly guilty.
My hand had already moved down to her private parts. At home, Li likes not to wear underwear, and even through her robe, I could feel the dampness.
The 23-year-old peach was luscious and tempting. Through the silk robe, I vigorously caressed this delicate flower, and Li could no longer control herself.
"Stop it, stop it, you've gotten my pajamas all dirty, I just washed them... um, oh..."
I suddenly lifted my fiancée's robe from below. Her tender, plump buttocks were like a cake covered in white cream, fragrant and alluring
. I pulled down my shorts, raised my silver spear, and thrust in. Taking an unorthodox approach, due to our similar height, my hardness couldn't
penetrate directly to her core. But Li was already wet and slippery. I grabbed her plump buttocks with both hands, pulled her down, lifted my hips, and finally entered
. Pleasure accompanied by a sharp pain washed over me. It seemed that the afternoon's hot and cold play had gone too far,
and my jade stem couldn't continue. I had to retreat hastily. At this moment, Li's brows were furrowed, her beautiful eyes slightly closed, her desire infinitely waiting for continued
penetration. Sensing my withdrawal, Li sighed tremblingly, "I want..." But my little brother was injured, and I deeply
regretted my abuse of my penis. Suddenly, an idea struck me: why not use her own methods against her—sexual
interrogation?
While my fingers gently massaged her in the incredibly slippery love juice, I interrogated this shy little slut. "
Tell me quickly, how did you ruin your panties?" Li was beyond washing; the foam on her arms made her slender arms appear even smoother. She
gasped, "It was while watching a movie…you naughty thing…you made me…oh, I’m…wet…
all day…" "Go on," I pressed hard on her clitoris. Li trembled, then
said haltingly, "You little rascal…your fingers are too long…you went straight to…my cervix." "Tell me!"
I was excited; it was a dream come true. "You made me…wet my jeans, hurry up…
come in, I want…" I felt Li's body shudder; her love juice flowed out even more. Could this really cause an orgasm?
"Darling, you're too wet, I can't penetrate you. Let me lick you first," I said, pulling Li's body away from
the pool and making her spread her white thighs. I knelt down and licked her clitoris. The sweet, slightly fishy love juice was my
favorite, though its production had decreased in the last two years. Today, it was like a long-awaited rain after a drought, and I wanted to drink my fill.
Li's fragrant hands, soaked in soap bubbles, gripped the edge of the pool tightly, and she thrust her beautiful buttocks up, moaning softly, "Husband,
I love you... I'm sorry, today I let his... hand go in..." Her mouth was filled with love juice. I licked her while
asking indistinctly, "Did you kiss?" "Oh... deeper... almost like kissing two whole...
movies," I gently shook my aching neck and rubbed the love juice on my face onto Li's buttocks. "Can your neck
take it?" Li was completely dazed, humming and saying, "We... um... are tired, let
's switch positions... and continue kissing." Hearing this made me feel hot all over, my penis throbbing almost to the point of bursting. "
Did you kiss her there?" Li shuddered again, her love juices flowing down like a trickle. I frantically licked it while
listening intently to the little slut's "confession": "Oh... I guessed right, his is so big, twice the size of yours
..." Her moaning wasn't loud, but it was incredibly penetrating to my eardrums, like a powerful electric shock. It even
erupted in the air, spraying onto Li's calves and ankles. Li looked down, astonished, "How did you ejaculate?!"
The stimulation was too intense; even though she had ejaculated, my penis remained throbbing and hard as ever. "Did you give him oral sex?" A tingling sensation filled
my groin as I asked tremulously. "His taste... is... sweet." Another gush of love juices flowed out. I couldn't care
less; I stood up and thrust my throbbing penis deep into my beloved depths.
A Turbulent Youth 2.6 A Love Story in Full Bloom
Later, Li slowly "confessed" that they had spent almost the entire day at the movie theater. When an 18-year-old passionate
boy meets someone else's 23-year-old beautiful fiancée, their bodies become inseparable, passionate kisses and
constant caresses becoming the theme of the movie. It's said that Li's jeans were soaked with vaginal fluid, so she didn't dare leave the theater. She even ate lunch
at the theater, having bought fast food from Bo, and only left as evening approached, her clothes still damp between her legs
. For the next two days, Li buried herself in her studies, only occasionally going to the bathroom. The text messages before bed were still
enthusiastic. I was busy completing the literature review assignment given by my supervisor. I went to the provincial library twice during the day to check literature, and then
organized it myself at night. My efficiency wasn't high; I really desperately needed to buy a computer. On the morning of the fourth day of the National Day holiday, Li quietly
told me that she had completed nearly three days of study and wanted to go out with Bo. I checked her study
progress, and she had indeed completed it according to plan, much more effective than my previous constant urging. I was also
going to do some literature research the next afternoon , so I told Li that I could only have one more day off during the National Day holiday, and she readily agreed.
The next morning, after washing and dressing, Li looked even more fresh and refined in her light blue denim outfit,
as beautiful as a flower. She asked, "Do I look good?" I said, "So beautiful, better than wearing a dress." Li didn't even have time for breakfast
before rushing out. I said, "Why are you in such a hurry?" Li turned back and smiled charmingly, saying, "I want to!"
A wave of bittersweet excitement immediately welled up inside me, and my little brother even reacted a bit.
After Li left, I had no heart to organize the documents. My little brother, having endured the trials of fire and ice for the past two days, was no longer in pain. Suddenly,
I remembered a book about sadomasochism, and secretly took it out to immerse myself in it again. Would dripping wax be more stimulating? Where could I find low-temperature wax
? There was no internet. I rummaged through drawers and found half a red candle. The warm wax actually induced an erection. Trembling, I
lit the candle. The wax under the flame liquefied, red like the heart of a burning flower. Should I drip it? Will it burn my delicate
skin? I tried dripping some on the back of my hand. The burning heat, accompanied by a painful urge, immediately spread throughout my body. Even my penis
throbbed with veins under the stimulation. With a determined heart and clenched teeth, I splashed a drop of molten wax onto my erect penis. A piercing
pain surged through me, and my whole body trembled uncontrollably. A groan escaped from deep within my throat. My penis, like a punctured
balloon, suddenly shrunk. The wax solidified. I carefully removed the drop. The soft skin of my penis was slightly
red, but there were no blisters. After caressing it for a while, the pain seemed to have subsided, but my eyes once again... Glancing at
the persistent flame of the candle, the wax drips, one drop, two drops, three drops… relentlessly tormented this little guy.
Under extreme pain and stimulation, he repeatedly hardened and softened, softened and hardened again. Tiny, glistening drops continuously slid from his jade peak onto the floor,
forming a puddle, like an innocent, abused girl, tears streaming down her face. When the wax drips covered his penis, it gradually gained tolerance.
Although tears continued to flow, it remained proudly erect. Peeling off the wax layer solidified on his penis, the skin was somewhat red and swollen,
painful to the touch. These past two days, Li hadn't let me have sex with her; my scrotum was full, and I really wanted to ejaculate. Seeing Li's undress beside the pillow…
She gently slipped her short stockings over his penis, instantly making him feel much better. Through the stockings, she caressed and kneaded it, causing his
penis to swell to its maximum size. Through the tips of the flesh-colored stockings, the brown glans was almost bursting. "His is so big,
twice the size of yours..." Li's trembling, lewd words suddenly echoed in his ear. Two forceful slaps made
him lose control, and he ejaculated violently, shooting his semen into his fiancée's glistening stockings.
The library was nearly empty in the afternoon, and he finished searching for information in less than an hour. Back home, he focused on organizing the materials,
as his boss was pressuring him; finishing early meant he could go out and have fun during his two-day holiday. As the text gradually dimmed,
he realized it was late. Looking at his watch, it was already past six o'clock. Li hadn't returned yet. He checked his phone; there were two text messages:
one from noon saying "Eat well," and the other from half an hour earlier saying "I'll buy you dinner." I rubbed
my sore eyes, turned on the TV to watch the news, and wondered if Li had had a good time, or if she had lost her virginity.
My heart ached, but my little brother, uncooperatively, got hard again. The consequence of the wax dripping was that the swollen skin was
very painful when stretched during an erection. The lesson learned this time was that controlling the temperature of the wax dripping was about controlling the distance
and time it took for the wax drop to fall onto the skin. The longer the distance, the more heat the wax drop dissipated in the air, and the less burning sensation on the skin would be. Lost
in thought, I heard the door open. Li was back. I rushed to greet her excitedly, and Li's appearance surprised me
greatly. (The following is a separate, unrelated
paragraph): A Turbulent Youth 2.7 In a state of confusion and infatuation,
my fiancée's innocent jeans from when she went out had transformed into a white dress. Li turned and went into the bathroom, startled.
I rushed in and hugged her. "When did you change your dress?" I asked. Li said, "
Let me wash up first..." I held her tightly, trying to get an explanation. Li said angrily, "I need to pee."
I still wouldn't let go. Li explained that she had accidentally soiled her pants at lunch and had to go home to change.
I slowly loosened my arms, and Li lifted her skirt and squatted down to urinate. The sound of rushing water filled the air; she seemed to be holding it
in. I turned to leave, but suddenly a jolt went through me. I pulled my fiancée's white skirt up even
higher. There really were no underwear. My mind went blank, and I asked, slightly dizzy, "Where are your underwear?" Li was caught off guard by
my alertness and discovery. Her pink neck flushed crimson, and she didn't know how to explain. Weak and somewhat angry,
she said, "You go out first, I'm going to take a shower..." I pulled Li's soft body up, and before her skirt fell
, I saw that my beloved green grass had been ravaged, the petals red and even a little swollen.
"You..." Despite having mentally prepared myself many times, I still trembled with anger when the truth came out.
"It's all his fault, he insisted on it," "Don't be angry, it's not what you think," "He didn't go in," Li
explained incoherently, while grabbing my hand, pouting her sexy lips to soothe my anger.
Seeing Li's aggrieved look, my anger subsided a little. She quickly said, "You go out first, I'm going to take a shower, I feel
so sticky and uncomfortable." But I pulled her hand to the bedroom, pushed her onto the sofa, drew the curtains, turned on the main light, lifted
her skirt, and was about to examine my fiancée. Li struggled and resisted, but I disregarded everything and spread her fair
, tender thighs, revealing her vulva, vibrant and luscious, like a flowing stream. I inserted my fingers directly; it was incredibly smooth and soft. I lowered
my head to sniff; there was no obvious smell of semen or other odors, only a fishy smell that overpowered the sweetness, making it all the more erotic
. Li resisted while explaining, "It's not what you think, he just kissed me." As I penetrated deeper
, scraping the inner walls with my fingers as if searching for a "suspect," I asked, "Where are your panties?" Li moaned slightly under my rough stimulation
, "He insisted, so I gave them to him." I asked, "Did you not wear any when you changed your skirt after coming back?" Li suddenly...
Then her face flushed again. "How could this be?! In broad daylight, with such thin clothes!" I said, "Aren't you afraid of
being targeted and raped by a pervert in the dark?" "He walked me downstairs," I said, pointing my thumb at Li's vulva. "Tell the truth
," Li said, trembling. "Really... believe me." Her love juices kept flowing out, and I
increased the pressure and speed of my fingers. Lewd sounds came from her vulva, as if she was telling her owner about her ordeal. Li was getting into the mood, and
she said tremblingly, "You guys are so bad... a bunch of perverts." My anger gradually subsided, and my excitement grew. My sperm surged into
my brain. If it weren't for the unbearable throbbing pain in my penis, I would have already thrust in. "Husband, hurry... harder, please
, fuck me... I'm coming," but I deliberately stopped. "Let Bo fuck you," I said, my mind racing. Those
words stimulated Li, and her body trembled. She whispered softly, "Bo, fuck me... I want your
big cock." I felt a surge of heat and kissed her. "No, I haven't washed yet... oh, oh," I said, losing control and
frantically licking my favorite spot. Even as Li's body arched in excitement, my tongue touched her anus. Li trembled, enjoying
wave after wave of passionate kisses. Being frantically licked by two men in one day, my beloved fiancée
soared in happiness, trembling, experiencing orgasm after orgasm. "I really want... him... to fuck me to death," I said,
turning my deepest desires into "Baby, let him fuck you, I want you to enjoy the big one." Li felt
as if she'd been electrocuted; after a long spasm, her body went limp.
The Turbulent Youth 2.8 A Hasty Night Walker
It turned out that the two of them had spent the morning strolling around, and unable to resist Bo's urging, they went to the cinema in the afternoon to
relive their past romance. For convenience, Li specially went home to change into a skirt. After the movie started, their secret rendezvous and caresses
began. Bo simply took off Li's panties and placed them outside her genitals. When they left, the panties were already soaked with love juice
, which Bo kept as a souvenir. Even later, Li never explicitly told me whether she had been penetrated by a huge penis that day. Meanwhile ,
I was deeply intoxicated by the pleasure of masturbation and the desire to share my fiancée's cuckoldry, unable to extricate myself.
Soon, Li's birthday was the next day. Before going to bed, I asked her what gift she wanted. Li told me lewdly that
I should give her a box of colorful condoms and a complete birthday night. After hearing this, I felt a pang of sadness and became incredibly hard.
I entwined with Li, and after our lovemaking, she excitedly texted Bo the good news. The two exchanged text messages until midnight
before finally stopping. I strongly support men using condoms, not only for safety, but also because I don't want
my beloved woman to suffer the pain of an unwanted pregnancy while enjoying sex. So, except for the absolutely safe period,
I always insist on using condoms. The next day at noon, after Li and I finished our birthday cake, we went to a nearby adult store.
Buying her the colorful condoms she liked (we had tried them once before as a free sample—fruit-flavored, colorful, ultra-thin Durex condoms)
excited her. When we got to the store, Li was a little shy, and we chose them together. We usually only use inexpensive condoms, but
that day I gritted my teeth and bought my fiancée a nine-pack of Durex ultra-thin fruit-flavored, colorful condoms. The shopkeeper looked up at us
, and Li blushed even more. While I was still paying, she ran out. My penis was hard and erect; luckily, I was wearing
a baggy jacket, otherwise it would have been very embarrassing. The excitement mainly came from the fact that I was buying condoms for my fiancée to use with another man.
For some reason, the urge to have sex with my wife has been getting stronger lately. On the way home, Li held my arm the whole time,
her fair face flushed, her clear eyes filled with love. I knew she was already aroused. Back
home, Li opened her beloved birthday present and mischievously said to me, "Honey, don't worry, I'll definitely let him wear it, and
... the green one is for you..." I was immediately ignited, roughly throwing her onto the bed. Li was already
soaking wet. Just as I was about to thrust in, Li suddenly begged me not to, saying she'd save the night for Bo. Later, she
quickly finished me off with her hands and mouth. She said she was sorry, but her husband had to stay in the dormitory for the night.
As night fell, I watched my beautiful fiancée, radiating youthful love, preparing for her birthday party with Bo like a happy little bee
. I felt a little empty inside. Li could see my disappointment, and before I left,
she gave me a deep kiss, saying, "Goodbye, honey, sweet dreams!" As I boarded the bus to school, the streetlights were just coming on.
While waiting at the intersection for the light to turn red, I suddenly saw a handsome young man hurrying home carrying a cake box. A pang of sadness
welled up inside me, and my penis, uncontrollably, started to flow. It was just like the poem: "The streetlights are on, a traveler walks in the night; his beloved wife awaits the spring breeze in bed; every coming
and going is for love; deep greenery always evokes affection."

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