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My Pale Blue Love 

If it weren't for the cloudless blue sky and the pristine white sand beaches of Bali, our relationship would never have begun. She is a woman I can never forget, and she was also the first woman I ever had an affair with who was already married…
That year, I had just finished my military service and entered the broadcasting industry. She was the manager of our program department, and I called her Sister Vicky. She had deep, bright eyes with long, curled eyelashes, a high, delicate nose, and a set of pearly white teeth. When she smiled, she had faint dimples. Her beautiful appearance had a fresh, student-like quality, and her beauty exuded an unapproachable aura. Her noble bearing made many men want to get close to her, yet dared not be presumptuous. Adding to this, her tall figure, standing at 168cm, with a devilish 33C-24-34 figure, made many photographers and directors drool with lust whenever they saw her. Sister Vicky was universally acknowledged as a sex symbol and the dream girl of many, openly fantasizing about her. She seemed to be aware of the lustful men's gazes, so she always maintained an unapproachable distance, leaving them wanting more but unable to have her, their hearts yearning but helpless.
As a newcomer to the industry, I spent most of my time learning the basic workflow of program production and handling a multitude of administrative tasks for the company. Sometimes I would accompany her to various TV stations to propose scripts and pitches, hoping to broaden my horizons.
At the time, because she was a few years older than me and married, I always treated her like an older sister, and she always took care of me like a younger brother. Perhaps because I was naive and always treated her like an older sister, without any ulterior motives, she wasn't as wary of me as she usually was with other guys. So, she would take me with her to all the company's proposals and social events, big or small. Sometimes, when there was a drinking session, she would push me into the fray to shield her from the alcohol. If we encountered some older men from the TV station who wanted to take advantage of us, she would skillfully push them away and give me a wink. I would then pretend to remind her that there was another meeting at the company and quickly escape from that depraved scene. Perhaps because of this tacit understanding, Vicky and I gradually became very close and could talk about anything.
At that time, my first love of seven years broke up with me because she went to study in New York, so I was single. In addition, I was just starting out in my career as a junior assistant, and I was busy until the middle of the night every day, and I didn't even have time to sleep. I really had no heart for dating. Although there were many hot girls in the media industry, I didn't have time to go on dates. Sister Vicky often encouraged me to find a girlfriend, and knowing that I lived alone, she often brought me food from home. At that time, there weren't many people in our program planning department, and we all got along very well. As long as we didn't have filming on weekends, we would go out and have fun. We were like brothers and sisters. Sometimes, when the boss wasn't around in the afternoon, we would buy some cookies and have afternoon tea in the office, discussing various programs, movies, music, etc. It was truly a very pleasant and fulfilling period of my life, but I never imagined that fate would play such a cruel trick on me. At the time, I had no idea that I would encounter such an indelible memory in my life…
I remember that summer in Taipei that year seemed particularly hot and humid…
The company took on a travel program project to introduce tourist attractions in various countries. The host was a middle-aged woman who had been involved in a scandal (to protect her privacy, I cannot disclose her name). Since summer vacation was approaching, and at the request of the sponsoring travel agency, the first episode would introduce a popular tourist destination – Bali. Our boss was very kind and thought that we could take this opportunity to organize a company trip. Vicky and I would lead the photography team to go ahead and finish filming the program, and then the rest of the team would join us a few days later. And that's how the story unfolded...
Since I had never filmed on location abroad before, I was both nervous and excited as the plane took off from the runway. I was anxious, worried that I wouldn't be able to handle the work. A few hours later, the plane landed at the beautiful Bali airport. The moment I stepped out of the airport, rows of coconut trees on both sides soared into the sky, filling my eyes. Accompanied by the gentle breeze, I felt the unique fragrance and tenderness of the South Pacific island nation. Those who have been there know that the beauty of Bali is like a delicate and refined young lady, exuding a primitive and shy charm. What a Shangri-La on earth!
Due to our tight work schedule, our local guide picked us up and we immediately began our filming trip. Our first stop was Tanah Lot, a very famous temple in Bali. Built in the 16th century by a high-ranking monk from Java who traveled south from the west coast of Bali, Tanah Lot was awe-inspiring by the spectacular rock formations in the sea. He believed there must be divine presence there, so he collaborated with the local villagers to build the temple. Resembling a ship in the sea, it is one of Bali's six major temples. Legend has it that the cave beneath the rock is where the god, in his black sea serpent form, resided. When visiting the temple, you can only enter through the left side door. If entering through the right side door, you must wear a belt and avoid wearing clothing that exposes your arms or legs. When there are festivals at the temple, formal attire such as long sleeves and salon dresses is required! Fortunately, Vicky is experienced and decisive, and had already planned out the storyboard, so we finished shooting the required footage before sunset, ending our first day's work and returning to the hotel. Since it was sponsored by the travel agency, we stayed at a great hotel called Grandbali Beach. Unfortunately, because we had to meet up and depart very early in the morning back home, plus the long journey, after dinner and a brief discussion of the next day's schedule, everyone went back to their rooms to sleep. I shared a room with the photography team, and Vicky shared a room with the host, all to recharge for the next day's work!
The next day, the scheduled filming itinerary included a trip to Sangchi to visit the Bala Tree Forest – the Sacred Monkey Park, home to hundreds of monkeys and large bats. The monkeys there were very mischievous and fierce, often stealing food from tourists. The weather was extremely hot, and after only a short time of filming, everyone was drenched in sweat. The host and Vicky changed into spaghetti-strap tank tops; the pale yellow tank tops seemed unable to contain Vicky's shapely figure, her stunning curves almost spilling out. The host… She was already hot enough, but I didn't expect her to be even hotter than the host. The camera crew was so hot they had nosebleeds and were burning with desire that they had to drink coconut water to cool down. I was both annoyed and amused watching from the sidelines. So no matter how hot the weather or how heavy the equipment was, the camera crew didn't complain or get impatient. The shooting schedule went very smoothly. Plus, everyone was young, so they chatted and laughed all the way, and it didn't feel like work at all. It was very relaxed and enjoyable, and the second day of the trip ended quickly!
On the last day of shooting, we went to Danpasilin to overlook the bright and beautiful scenery of the Presidential Summer Palace. Next, we visited the Holy Spring Temple, and then the filming vehicle took us to the famous Bird of Paradise Park. The park is home to the Bird of Paradise, a national treasure rarely seen in Indonesia. Perhaps it was the beauty before my eyes that moved me, making me think that God gave each of us a lifetime. Some lives choose to pursue wealth, fame, and success, while others shine with quiet brilliance in a corner of the world. As for me, a passerby who just passed by, what traces can I leave behind? There are moments in life when you always want to share them with someone, but things often don't go as planned. Thinking of my ex-girlfriend who is far away in New York, I couldn't help but feel a little sad. Vicky seemed to notice something was wrong with me and gave me a concerned look. In order not to affect everyone's mood at work, I composed myself and returned her a smile.
Since it was the last day of filming, and the host had other engagements the next day and needed to catch a flight back to Taiwan that evening, we went to a seaside restaurant near the hotel after work for a seafood feast. Each of us ordered a huge salt-grilled lobster, steamed crab, and a whole bunch of other delicious food. We also ordered a large case of ice-cold beer. The seafood in Bali is fresh and cheap, and it was incredibly delicious. Everyone played drinking games and sang songs to celebrate the successful filming. Afterwards, the photography crew took the host to the airport to catch his flight, and the head photographer wanted to get there before the boss arrived the next day. They took their assistants to a Thai massage parlor, so they deliberately left Vicky and me behind. They even winked at me, telling me not to wait for them. Maybe it was because of my mood, but even though I usually have a pretty good alcohol tolerance,
I was surprisingly a little tipsy after just three glasses of liquor. When Vicky saw that I was a little drunk, she paid the bill, and we strolled back to the hotel along the beach... The sea breeze of the island was blowing gently. Because I had something on my mind, I remained silent the whole way, looking at the myriad stars in the night sky, thinking of my girlfriend in New York. A sigh of longing arose spontaneously. Oh, moon, hanging high in the sky! Could you tell me if my beloved on the other side of the water is alright? Could you please tell her that although I am lonely and isolated, I am still keeping my promise and working hard. I miss her so much here, and I always hope that we will meet again in the future…
Vicky seemed to have guessed what was on my mind, and she silently stayed with me. After we returned to the hotel, she was worried that I would be alone in the room without anyone to take care of me, so she told me to go to her room to rest first, and then go back when the others returned. I thought it was a good idea, otherwise it would be quite boring to be alone in the room. After I entered the room, Vicky first made me a cup of hot tea, and then she went to take a shower.
This was the first time I was alone in a room with Vicky, and also the first time I'd entered a girl's room since my discharge from the military. The room had a faint, sweet fragrance, and her clothes were neatly folded and placed to the side, showing her organized nature. Soon after, Vicky finished showering. When she came out of the bathroom, for some reason, my heart suddenly started pounding. The universally acknowledged sex symbol—Vicky—was only wearing a bathrobe, her alluring figure subtly revealed. Although she was wearing underwear underneath, her irresistibly hot body still made me unsure where to look! Thankfully, the room light wasn't too bright, otherwise she would have definitely noticed my flushed and flustered face. Vicky gently sat down on the sofa beside me and asked if I was feeling better. Her fair, smooth legs made me steal glances, feeling uneasy. She asked if I was thinking about my past relationship and advised me to be able to let go, unlike her, who was clearly incompatible but powerless to resist and lacked the courage to break free. I was startled, because Vicky rarely talked about her private life, and I never asked. She opened the refrigerator and took out a bottle of beer. After taking a sip of wine, she slowly began to speak. She explained that because she was unable to conceive, and her husband was an only child, her traditional in-laws, eager for a grandchild, put immense pressure on her. They even wanted to help her husband take a concubine. Although she was highly educated and wanted to be a good wife and mother, this situation was incredibly frustrating and she felt powerless to change it. Every time they had sex, her husband only thought about having children, making her feel like a sow waiting to be bred, merely a tool for reproduction. When there was no love in sex, what did it mean? At this point, she began to cry softly. I was suddenly at a loss, not knowing what to do. It was strange; just a moment ago I was the one feeling down, the one who needed comforting, how did things suddenly turn out this way? Although for a fleeting moment I wanted to pull her into my arms, morality and reason prevented me from doing so. I could only gently pat her shoulder, comforting her, saying some nonsense about everything being alright. However, the faint scent of her hair made me impulsively want to kiss her. To hide the surging emotions within me, I told her to hurry up. Go to sleep, don't overthink things, because the boss will be arriving with the rest of the company the next afternoon, and I don't want any accidents to happen. This woman, who appears strong and capable to everyone, has such a fragile heart. When I persuaded her to go to bed and was about to leave quietly, she said her whole body ached and asked if I could give her a massage. My inner struggle was like boiling water, as if I knew that if I stayed, something would definitely happen, and if I left, I would never have this opportunity again in my life. Therefore, I chose to stay and give her a massage...
Because I was in the Traditional Chinese Medicine club at school, I had some knowledge of simple acupressure massage. I asked Vicky to lie face down and gently massaged her. I started by relaxing her Baihui acupoint on the top of her head, then her neck, down to the Gaohuang acupoint on her back, and the Yongquan acupoint on the soles of her feet. It was the first time I had seen Vicky's soft body so closely, and my heart was pounding. However, my teacher had said that you shouldn't have any distracting thoughts while massaging someone, otherwise the negative energy from the other person would flow back into you. So I took a breath, shook my head, and banished any lewd thoughts. The room seemed particularly quiet at that moment, with only Vicky and I breathing. About half an hour later, I asked her to turn over. It would have been better if she hadn't turned over, because once she did... My previously calmed blood surged to my head again. Vicky's soft breasts were less than 30 centimeters away from me. This time, an even stronger desire, like a venomous snake, shot straight into my heart, gnawing at my fragile reason. My inner defenses were about to collapse. I forced myself to suppress my desire and continued massaging her. Because Vicky's nose wasn't in good condition, I massaged her Yingxiang acupoint and several surrounding acupoints. Vicky kept her eyes closed the whole time. This was the first time I had looked at her delicate features so closely. It would be a lie to say I didn't want to kiss her. Several times I impulsively wanted to be a beastly lecher and leave a mark on her bright red lips, but I was afraid of the unimaginable consequences, so I could only proceed cautiously. Maintaining this ambiguous atmosphere, as reason and desire struggled in my mind, in a flash, Vicky suddenly hugged me tightly, pressed her warm lips to mine, and kissed me. My last shred of reason crumbled instantly. Two lonely hearts exchanged body heat through tongues. My wandering hand gently opened Vicky's robe, slipping inside her white bra. She didn't resist; instead, before I could react, she unzipped my pants and removed her robe. A body as beautiful as Venus lay before me. Like a maddened beast, I kissed every inch of her skin with abandon. Sister Qi was only wearing a light blue lingerie set, trying to protect her master's last virginity. But tonight's knight was determined to conquer her completely…
I knelt on the edge of the bed like a subject, gently kissing her ear. My right hand slowly caressed her smooth thigh, while my left hand softly glided over her neck and collarbone, moving towards her breasts. I kissed her navel, her smooth, fat-free abdomen, and kissed down her inner thighs. I gently kissed her jade-like toes. Sister Qi let out a soft moan. My claw-like hands searched for the entrance to unbutton her lingerie. Removing the lingerie, two juicy peaches came into view…
Do you know what that means? If those scenes that only exist in your subconscious fantasies suddenly appeared so vividly in real life, I think if I had high blood pressure or heart disease, I would probably die instantly. And at that moment, my heart rate was definitely more than two hundred beats per minute…
I gently kissed her bud, sometimes nibbling, sometimes tenderly holding it, while my right hand gently moved towards its most mysterious… I crawled forward through the temple, gently parting the two doors on either side with my middle finger, and probed directly into the heart of the altar—the soft, pink clitoris. At that moment, Vicky's delicate body trembled slightly, her legs instinctively clamping together, preventing me from taking another step. Seeing that her reason was about to return, if I stopped now, the millions of soldiers in my pants would probably never fight for me again. So, I used a feigned retreat to advance, gently turning Vicky over. I lightly kissed her smooth, black hair, gently nibbled her delicate ear, and lightly left my mark along her beautiful, flawless back, all the way to her sexy buttocks. Seizing the opportunity, before Vicky could react, I took the chance to pull down her last remaining piece of clothing, a pale blue lace panty. My heart nearly stopped. The most exquisite beauty in the world appeared before my eyes, her clitoris a pale pink, like early spring. I couldn't resist gently licking it with the tip of my tongue. A pure, innocent fragrance, like that of a virgin, wafted up, completely without any pungent fishy smell. At that moment, I truly understood that the ancient saying, "To die beneath the peony flower, even as a ghost, is still romantic," was absolutely true!
At this point, capturing the city and achieving victory was only a matter of time. In an instant, it was as if a bolt of lightning struck my chaotic mind. I suddenly realized calmly that if I acted like a naive young man, only wanting to grab my gun and run, I'd probably be on the verge of a bow in less than three minutes. But if I served this sexy goddess before me with utmost care, making her feel an unforgettable ecstasy, perhaps this gentle affection would continue in the future. So I decided to learn some moves from adult films. I gently picked up Vicky, who was now a petite woman, and took her to the bathroom. I had her lean against the wall, legs spread open. I turned off all the lights, filled a glass with cold water and a glass with hot water, and began playing with her mysterious anus, experiencing the "Ninefold Ice and Fire" technique. Perhaps because no one had ever played with her like this before, she was initially shy and reserved, feeling quite embarrassed. Unexpectedly... In less than three minutes, she suddenly felt a surge of pleasure, frantically writhing her rounded hips, urging me not to stop. I used the tip of my tongue, sometimes lightly pecking at her anus, sometimes probing her vulva, until my goddess secreted a continuous stream of nectar. Seeing that her defenses had completely crumbled, I carried her back to bed and slowly kissed her from head to toe. When I once again took her nipple into my mouth... As Peach gently explored Peach Blossom Spring with her other hand, she felt Vicky trembling slightly, completely powerless to resist. At that moment, she silently took out her "Diamond Rod" and used its tip to gently tease the outer edge of the flower's center. She softly asked, "May I go in?" Vicky blushed and turned her face away, then nodded. Now was the time to act! Vicky gently guided me into her body. My pent-up desire, which had been building for so long, seemed to have completely spiraled out of control, each one urging to ejaculate and reach climax. The intense pleasure surged through me. With my last shred of reason, I struggled in a final, prolonged battle. I hoisted Vicky's legs onto my shoulders and used my abdominal and back muscles for a final thrust. However, Vicky's vagina was incredibly tight yet soft, and coupled with her suppressed moans... As for the moans, perhaps some of you steel-willed brothers could endure the long battle, but I, being the least capable, was utterly defeated in less than ten minutes, surrendering completely and lying panting on Sister Vicky's soft breasts. She comforted me, saying it was okay. I knew she hadn't reached her climax yet, and suddenly I felt a little sorry for her. But I was already exhausted, and soon I drifted off to sleep. When we both woke up, it was almost five in the morning.
To avoid gossip from the photography crew, I rushed back to my room. To my surprise, they hadn't returned all night. I breathed a sigh of relief and slept until almost noon. We didn't wake up until the boss and his team arrived in Bali. When I went downstairs and saw Vicky, she smiled shyly at me. Not knowing how to handle the awkward situation, I simply smiled back. A sweet, secret romance stirred within me. When the boss arrived at noon, he asked about the shooting progress. Hearing that everything was going smoothly, he was very happy. At that moment, he suddenly said to Vicky, "Xiao Yu (another colleague from the planning department)..." "I'm sick and can't come, so you might have to sleep alone tonight," the photographers around me immediately said. "Vicky, I'll sleep with you, I can protect you." Vicky immediately replied, "Yes, the only empty space in my room is—the top of the door panel, I'm missing two door gods!" I was secretly delighted when I heard this, and just as I was having a mischievous idea, I suddenly felt a gaze on my face. I looked up and saw Vicky giving me a playful smile. I felt like a child caught doing something wrong, all my wicked thoughts exposed. I stuck out my tongue, avoided her gaze, and chatted with the other colleagues who came with me! After dinner, we visited the Ubud Art Museum to appreciate the style of Ubud artists and experience their inner world and thoughts through their paintings. Then, we took a DP-S vintage car tour of the city, enjoying the unique Balinese architecture and the city's commercial atmosphere, which was unforgettable. In the evening, our guide took us to see a slightly disappointing ladyboy show, and then we returned to the hotel to rest.
Back at the hotel, I pretended to be tired and didn't go shopping with my colleagues. Instead, I called Vicky on the extension and asked her to go swimming at the hotel pool. She agreed, so I got dressed and went to find her. I knocked on her door, and after being told to come in, I barged in. The room was empty, only the sound of running water could be heard. Vicky was taking a shower. I immediately locked the front door and rushed into the bathroom. Vicky probably hadn't expected me to do this, so she hadn't locked the bathroom door. When she saw me, she was startled, screamed, and instinctively grabbed a towel to cover her private parts. Then she called me a pervert, yelling and hitting me as she fought. She tried to push me towards the door, but not very hard. I was both amused and annoyed, so I retorted, "I've already seen it all, we're so familiar, there's no point in hiding anymore." She spat at me, and before she could react, I launched a surprise attack, lifting her up around the waist and throwing her onto the bed in the room, saying, "Last night, I failed to please Your Majesty, and today I've come to beg for forgiveness!" I then pounced on her, and she laughed as she dodged my pursuit. "Your Majesty forgives you, please adjourn the court!" Watching her run around naked, the room filled with boundless spring scenery, a sudden glimpse of spring—even Emperor Qianlong's harem might not have had such a beauty, such spring scenery! To see such spring scenery, my life is complete!
And so, we lingered together all night again. Since I came with the intention of making amends, I used every technique I could find in books and videos—"nine shallow, one deep," "old man pushing a cart"... etc. It really is true that "you only realize how little you know when you need to use it, and how old you are when you need to use your strength." After bringing her to orgasm twice, I was completely limp. We were like a young couple, wanting to cuddle and fall asleep! It wasn't until almost dawn that I slipped back to my room... Those few days in Bali felt like our mini-honeymoon. We were madly in love, our passion so intense that even our boss seemed to be getting a little too good for us. But those few days of fleeting happiness always fly by so quickly, impossible to hold onto. As the plane prepared to take off again, we sensed that our relationship had to be marked by a punctuation mark—perhaps a comma, perhaps a period, or perhaps leaving behind an eternal exclamation mark! And who can know what the future holds?
After returning to Taiwan, fearing traditional pressures, we rarely went out together. Gradually, I didn't want to bear the stigma of breaking up someone else's family, especially since my career was just starting. A year later, I moved to another company to work on a large-scale variety show, becoming even busier than before. Vicky and I found it increasingly difficult to find time to meet. Later, I heard that because the doctor said excessive stress could be a cause of infertility, she and her husband moved to the mountainous area of Guguan in central Taiwan to treat their infertility. From then on, I never saw her again…
But every time I go to the azure sea and see the white, silky sand, I think of the unique fragrance of the South, I think of Vicky, and I think of that pale blue love…

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