moon cake

(I)
She picked up the handbag again. The exquisite box inside was beautifully packaged,
a rare display of thoughtfulness from Jun since they started dating. However, the contents of the box were utterly ordinary;
it was a mooncake, as the Mid-Autumn Festival was approaching. Even a specially ordered, expensive mooncake was still just a mooncake.
She sighed, losing the desire to open it, and simply placed the handbag on the hotel table.
She was still nervous. Although the man had pursued her for a long time, her only lover had always been
Jun. Entering a hotel room with him like this would inevitably make her feel ashamed and guilty.
But she had truly reached her breaking point.
Three years had passed; she was no longer the little girl who cried about not wanting to get married. She had begun to yearn for a stable life.
Perhaps her initial rejection had been too decisive, causing the honest Jun to silently withdraw his proposal.
Now she was hinting, but she didn't know how long it would take for that blockhead to understand.
This waiting filled her with unease and despair.
The sound of water in the bathroom stopped, and she suddenly felt a surge of tension.
The man was about to come out…
(II)
The man's name was A-Zheng.
I met A-Zheng at a boring banquet I attended on business. The witty and talkative A-Zheng was clearly
a master at seduction, and that night, she was his target.
Because she was accompanying a superior, she wasn't dressed as simply as usual; instead, she wore light makeup and
a rare suit. Her legs extended straight out from under the skirt, not revealing too much, but her beautifully curved
calves, coupled with alluring stockings, were enough to attract the attention of many men. Hot
adjectives like "full hips and perky breasts" didn't quite suit her. Although her breasts were full and her waist was slender, the curves of her hips were
something she was never entirely satisfied with.
Most men are judged by appearance, and her features weren't striking; she wasn't a beauty at first glance. So, when someone approached her while she was lost in thought in
a corner , she was actually quite surprised, or rather, a little vain.
To describe her appearance, one would probably say something like elegant or refined. In Jun's words, he was
more and more attractive the more she looked at him, and she could never get tired of him—this was probably the most cheesy thing that guy had ever said.
After just three sentences, she quickly realized that the man in front of her was a pure hunter—hunt his target,
get what he wanted , and leave.
He had absolutely no intention of ever settling down with a woman. In an instant, her opinion of this man plummeted to rock bottom. Having been hit on before, she understood that
men who liked her type of womanizing woman simply enjoyed the thrill of conquering respectable women. Once they got into
her bed, they wouldn't recognize her anymore.
Sensing her resistance, after introducing himself, A-Zheng leisurely took a drag of his cigarette, the
wisps obscuring his face, making it indistinct. "Looks like you think I'm a playboy."
"Aren't you?" She smiled dismissively, turning her head to look down at the juice in her glass, wondering
what she should cook if Jun came over on the weekend.
A-Zheng laughed, a laugh that made her feel a little hurt.
He leaned forward, a wicked smile playing on his lips. "I'm just a
kind-hearted person who feels sorry for women pretending not to be lonely in corners."
A slight pang shot through her heart; she felt the distance was too dangerous. Almost fleeing, she took her
glass and walked into the crowd she didn't like.
To hell with loneliness...

(III)
Perhaps provoked by A-Zheng's words, when she learned that Jun couldn't come over on the weekend,
she lost her temper and cried out. Jun, on the other end of the phone, was startled by her tearful voice. Around
nine , he still rushed to her apartment.
She sadly took the cold dinner into the kitchen to reheat it, listening to Jun's endless explanations
until he could no longer say anything clumsy. Only then did she calm down a little.
After dinner, Jun seemed a bit tired. He would probably have to go back early the next day, so he quickly took a shower and
fell asleep on the sofa in the living room.
She leaned against the doorframe, feeling a tightness in her chest, unsure if it was from the heat or something else.
Sweat beaded on her forehead, and her white silk nightgown was damp.
A strange urge arose within her; she wanted to wake him, shake him awake, urge him to take a good shower, and then
go in , scrubbing every inch of her suffocating skin until it was red and raw, until he was aroused,
and then, either in the bathroom or the bedroom, to make love passionately.
She took two steps forward, her flowing nightgown billowing between her slender legs before clinging weakly to
her skin.
With a sigh, she turned and went into the bedroom to sleep.
When she woke up, he was already gone.
She didn't even have a chance to let him know she had a dream. In her dream, she was wearing a pure white wedding dress,
laughing freely in his arms until they collapsed onto the lawn. Suddenly, everyone was gone, and he lifted
the skirt of her wedding dress, pulled down her panties, and took her in the most natural way between heaven and earth.
In the end, it was just a dream... She changed her panties, took a morning shower, and woke up.

(IV)
Ah Zheng quickly occupied most of her time outside of work.
It started as a chance encounter at her usual restaurant. He came up and shared
a table with her as if they were old friends. Because there was a colleague with her, and she was very pretty, she felt comfortable leaving without being impolite.
However, she soon found herself being skillfully ignored. Her colleague gave her a jealous look,
left half a plate of food, and got up to say she had to leave.
Getting up to leave now would obviously be too offensive.
She had no choice but to continue the conversation, and the man sitting opposite her was indeed a master of conversation; despite her reluctance,
she was quickly drawn into his topics
. By the end of the meal, she realized their conversation was far more intimate than their second meeting.
Terrified by this situation, she began to pray it wouldn't happen again.
However, just a day later, the second "chance encounter" occurred in the same place.
This time, her colleague tactfully picked up his plate and left, smiling knowingly.
"I don't like being misunderstood. I have a boyfriend. I hope you can respect my wishes; I don't want to
keep running into you like this." For someone who always considered herself very polite, this was practically blatant embarrassment.
She was furious. She didn't even know why she reacted so strongly—was it anger, fear, or
something entirely?
He smiled silently, yet with an expression that seemed to see right through her, calmly ordering his food.
She took a deep breath, lowered her head, and began to eat. "Actually, you also want someone to talk to you.
Why force yourself to say things that are just empty words?" He slowly poured himself a glass of red wine, took an elegant sip, and exuded confidence.
She trembled slightly, but stubbornly raised her small, pointed chin and shook her head vigorously.
"Okay, okay, this time I won't say anything. Even if I'm taking up the seat opposite you, okay? You eat yours
, I'll eat mine. Okay?" He raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, giving her an exaggerated expression.
She quickly suppressed the laughter that almost escaped her lips, lowered her head, and silently began to eat. She inwardly cursed herself for being so
weak ; she was already twenty-six or twenty-seven, yet she acted like a clueless little girl.
As she ate, she glanced up and realized that the person opposite her wasn't eating at all, but was staring at her with a glass of red wine.
"You...you're not eating, why are you looking at me?" She awkwardly picked up a napkin and wiped
the grease from the corner of her mouth.
He smiled and said leisurely, "I just realized that you are a truly beautiful woman, the more I look at you, the more beautiful you become, and I
never get tired of looking at you."
(V)
Her heartstrings were tugged by those words, and from that day on, she never went to that restaurant again. She would rather spend a few more dollars and
walk a few more blocks than run into Ah Zheng again.
The sweet words that Mingjun would have to struggle to utter were so easily uttered by Ah Zheng,
leaving her with a strange feeling of grief and indignation.
You can run away from the first day of the month, but you can't run away from the fifteenth.
Soon, Ah Zheng reappeared at the place where she was eating. Even though there was only one empty seat next to her, he
sat down without hesitation, as if he was confident that he wouldn't be pushed out.
"What exactly do you want? I told you I have a boyfriend..." Almost pleading, she turned
and frowned at him.
Ah Zheng returned a gentle smile, resting his chin on his hand as he looked at her. "You look better when you smile. I
should make you laugh more often."
She sighed, turned back to focus on her food, and began mentally chanting, "Ignore him, ignore him, ignore
him."
"Have you been thinking 'Ignore him, ignore him, ignore him' all the time?" he chuckled.
Partly because she was hit where it hurt, and partly because she could feel the warmth of his breath on her cheek, she panicked and
turned away. "I...I didn't." Not noticing the stool beneath her had lost its balance, she lurched
to the other side.
Although he caught her arm, preventing a more humiliating fall, "Damn it! Which bastard is blind?!" The
burly man stood up, half-covered in hot soup.
She shrank back in terror. If it weren't to avoid him, she wouldn't have come to this chaotic little shop.
At a time like this
...I...I can make it up to you..."
"It's my fault, come to me." Unexpectedly, Ah Zheng directly blocked her way.
After some negotiation, the burly man, who was all bark and no bite, muttered something, took the laundry money from Ah Zheng, and sat
back down.
No longer wanting to keep a cold face, she could only respond half-heartedly.
As expected, the topic and the clever way he talked quickly aroused her desire to talk again, and she unconsciously
talked more and more, and her sense of resistance decreased.
Later, when they returned to the original restaurant and it became a scene of the two of them eating together, she sadly
found she could hardly pretend to be unhappy anymore.
(VI)
Ah Zheng quickly realized that he had broken through her first line of defense. So he naturally made his first
invitation.
She refused very decisively. Firstly, she was not too daring to develop the relationship further, and secondly, Jun was coming over on the weekend.
Women are always much bolder when flirting than when they're serious.
The following weekend, she refused again, even though Jun didn't come.
The third week, she finally felt a little guilty and accompanied him to the mall for an afternoon, helping him pick out a few
clothes. He was a natural clothes hanger; nothing looked bad on him, except for women's clothing.
As a thank you, he treated her to a Western meal. It was delicious, but also very expensive. The pricey food and
equally pricey ambiance left her somewhat bewildered.
Walking her home, downstairs, he suddenly leaned over and tried to kiss her. She instinctively turned her head away,
but his lips still pressed against her cheek. She was somewhat embarrassed and annoyed, pushing him away forcefully with both hands. "You...what are you
doing!"
"I'm sorry." He showed a sincere expression, took her hand, and kissed the back of it. "
I was being presumptuous. You look so beautiful tonight, I couldn't control myself."
Her face instantly flushed red. Although she knew it was a trap to seduce her, she still felt pathetically happy.
Taking two steps back, she didn't say anything more and ran upstairs as if fleeing.
Leaving him downstairs, smiling smugly.
(VII)
Gradually, her colleagues all knew that a very enviable suitor had appeared beside her.
She began to feel afraid. Although Jun was far away, he would eventually find out. He was an
honest man who didn't talk much, but he had once beaten a thug to a pulp for her sake. A lion may sleep, but that doesn't mean
it won't bite when it's awake.
The thought of breaking up with Jun was too absurd, and she discarded it as soon as it surfaced. Just
having this thought made her feel ashamed for the entire morning.
A-Zheng wouldn't make any promises to her; she'd always known. He just wanted to get her into bed, enter her
body, hear her moan with pleasure, and then ejaculate in satisfaction, ultimately keeping her as a badge of honor for his conquest of virtuous
women leisurely moving on to the next target.
But this thing, which had always been clear, became increasingly blurry and distant under A-Zheng's relentless onslaught
.
Finally, one weekend, she couldn't help but say to Jun at the dinner table, "Do you remember, the first year we met
, you were always nagging me to propose?"
Jun shoveled a mouthful of rice, his cheeks puffed out as he laughed, and mumbled, "Yeah, back then you
said you'd propose to me, that it had to wait until you wanted to get married, and that you'd come up with a proposal idea, even if it was just from the internet..."
"Even if it's something copied from a movie, it can't be so tacky as to just give flowers and kneel down."
"What if I said I want to get married now?" She felt that this wasn't just a hint;
it was practically a proposal. No need for kneeling, no need for flowers, no need to think of any plan. Just say it, say
it, and I'll nod, I'll quit my job and move in with you…
Jun scratched his head, seemingly surprised. "If that were really the case… that would be wonderful."
"Of course it's true, would I joke about this?" These words almost reached her lips, but she swallowed them
back. Online, women often say that women shouldn't be too proactive, otherwise they'll be looked down upon.
Unfortunately, she forgot that how many of those who constantly pontificate about other people's relationships online truly
understand their situation

? (8)
In the blink of an eye, summer slipped through her fingers, and she accumulated more and more clothes, while the walls of her heart
were gradually broken down, slowly revealing an empty space.
She always felt that she knew what she wanted, so she resolutely became Jun's girlfriend,
looking forward to their future married life at the tail end of her youth.
The appearance of A-Zheng made her realize that her so-called resolve was actually just a lack of more resolute
temptation .
If it weren't for the imagined smug satisfaction A-Zheng would inevitably show after a one-night stand... His face stung her; she was probably
already collapsed on the hotel bed.
This Mid-Autumn Festival, she would once again spend it alone in this unfamiliar city. A small,
privately-owned company like this couldn't possibly grant her enough time to go home.
Jun probably wouldn't be able to come and keep her company either. His hasty weekend visit, bringing only a mooncake—no matter
how exquisite, it was just a mooncake. What was the point of repeatedly telling her to eat it on Mid-Autumn Festival?
The only thing Jun could barely call romantic in their relationship
was the first blessing text message he always sent at midnight on holidays or anniversaries.
If the message was delayed, she would have to wait much longer before going to sleep.
Somewhat defiantly, she decided not to wait for his message this time. What was the point of a message if he wasn't coming?
This time, on the night before Mid-Autumn Festival, A-Zheng made the most obvious invitation.
"Darling, would you like to share the first breakfast of Mid-Autumn Festival with me? I'll
wait for your answer at our usual spot after work. " "
He probably thought he had accumulated enough goodwill, and knowing her boyfriend couldn't come,
he planned to exchange it all for what he wanted on such a lonely night.
All day, her handbag was filled with that box of mooncakes, trying to remind herself
to stay .
But when her colleagues left in pairs after work as if celebrating Valentine's Day, she finally
couldn't suppress the emptiness in her chest, took out a small mirror from her handbag, slowly touched up her makeup, and headed towards
the date she knew would end.
(IX)
Despite being mentally prepared, her heart still skipped
a few beats when Ah Zheng came out of the bathroom.
Maybe he wasn't just playing around, maybe he just seemed like a playboy, maybe she might
fall in love with him, maybe this romantic encounter could even turn into the marriage she wanted. Even knowing it was
self-deception , she kept hypnotizing herself.
"Your nervousness makes me think I'm a bad uncle who kidnaps young girls." He smiled and walked over,
picking up a lock of her hair and smelling it.
She had already showered and was only wrapped in a hotel towel. So close, so intimate—the
man was only wearing a towel between his legs—her breathing suddenly quickened, her throat went dry.
"Your hair is so beautiful, and it smells so good," he softly praised, his hand naturally resting on her shoulder as
he sat on the edge of the bed.
She began to tense up, her hands nervously rubbing the corners of the towel. Before she and Jun made love for the first time, she
had also rubbed the corners of her clothes like that; it seemed that whenever she was nervous, she couldn't help but rub something with her fingers.
She shouldn't be thinking of Jun now; a sudden wave of guilt washed over her. Jun was probably still working overtime, struggling for that damned down payment
for their future little home, while she had already been captured by someone else's tenderness, becoming
a lamb to the slaughter in a trap.
A moment of silence… For a moment, she didn't know what to say. He simply admired her almost half-naked
body , like admiring a delicious meal about to be devoured. Just
as she was about to stand up and run away, he suddenly grabbed the corner of the towel tucked into her chest and
gently tugged it. She quickly looked down and reached back to hug it, afraid of being left completely naked. Unexpectedly, her shoulders
were immediately wrapped around him, and the man kissed her forcefully. She was stunned for a moment, and before she could turn her head, her lips were
firmly sealed by his. A slippery tongue began to try to burrow into her mouth like an eel.
"Ugh..." she groaned in pain, her lips tightly closed, and she began to push Ah Zheng away with her hands.
He was pushed back slightly, a hint of surprise flashing across his face, but he immediately smiled again. "At
a time like this, why not just enjoy yourself? Thinking about pointless things won't let you experience the pleasure of sex." "
No... I..." She wanted to say she didn't want it anymore, but she couldn't quite bring herself to say it. The man in front of her
was practically flawless; his well-built muscles gleamed from years of training, and his features were handsome. He was
the kind of playboy who could easily seduce women without much effort. This time, she must have refused for too long, which was why
this man had suddenly become so hasty.
"Don't you like this slightly rough feeling? Okay... I apologize, I'll be gentle." Mistaking her
for someone who disliked this way of making love, he smiled apologetically and changed to a gentler, slower approach, gradually drawing
closer.
"No...no...um..." She couldn't explain why she was still hesitating and struggling at this point,
but her heart was racing with increasing panic, and her lips, once again sealed, remained tightly closed.
He traced the lines of her lips with his tongue, his hands slowly caressing her from behind. Reaching
her waist—not far below her erogenous zones—she panicked and grabbed his
wrist, pressing it down hard, afraid he would move elsewhere.
His hand remained pressed in place, but his fingers spread out,
freely .
His hands were large and hot, his palms rough and calloused from struggle. He wasn't in a hurry to enjoy
his prey, but rather savored her delicate skin and slightly higher-than-usual body temperature with his palms. Her slightly damp
skin was at its most tender, and the flush from excitement was faintly visible beneath,
making it to bite.
Suddenly, the man's arm tightened its grip, and her relaxed slender wrist abruptly slipped out of his control. His hot
palm enveloped her sensitive, tender nipple.
"Ah!" She shuddered, her lips parting slightly in a soft sob.
The tongue that had lingered outside her lips for so long finally got its chance, plunging in and quickly conquering her warm,
moist mouth, grasping her delicate, vulnerable nipple, swirling, licking, and sucking.
The towel had completely fallen to the floor; she was now naked.
An unbearable heat began to surge within her chest and abdomen, but a strange chill ran down her back…
(10)
Her mouth, slick with saliva, was being stirred by her tongue, making soft, gurgling sounds. The long, deep kiss made her feel as if she could barely
control her breathing. A pressing sensation kept coming from her chest, suffocating and not very pleasant, but
the pleasure of her nipples being rubbed against her nipples offset the discomfort, constantly pulling her into the abyss of lust.
“Gurgle… gurgle…” It was like she had a mouthful of water, but a
tiny . With this muffled but joyful syllable, she suddenly arched her back. Her lower body was still
hanging off the edge of the bed, her ankles crossed and dangling there. At the ends of her two pale legs, she didn’t need
to look to know that there was already a shameful sticky secretion, which had turned into a slippery membrane,
layer upon layer, spreading in her vagina, which was twitching with excitement.
He proudly raised his head, his tongue flicking out a thin, glistening thread connecting their lips.
"I really love your taste, so soft and fragrant," he chuckled, then lowered his head again, licking her
delicate earlobe, inch by inch, down her neck. The smooth curve of her neck between her ear and shoulder was incredibly sensitive;
the skin touched by his tongue immediately tensed up in goosebumps.
"No...it tickles..." she stammered, flustered. This kind of provocative foreplay was unfamiliar to her.
The satisfaction Jun's vigor gave her was completely different; this sweet, itchy heat that made her body burn
was a pleasure she had only ever experienced during masturbation.
Sensing this mature woman's naiveté in certain areas, the man's actions became even more unrestrained.
His saliva trailed from her rounded shoulders down to her full breasts, gently licking her nipples and nuzzling them with his nose
.
"Ah Zheng...don't do this..." Her body began to secrete more fluids, even her uterus felt a warm, contracting
sensation. She was afraid she might do something shameful, and started to shrink back, trying to escape.
He simply straddled her body, hooking his leg around her naked body as she tried to escape. Her nipples quickly became
erect from his sucking, glistening with saliva, turning into alluring, reddish-brown buds.
A feeling of fullness gathered in her lower abdomen, gradually turning into a dull, itchy sensation, causing her lower body
to twitch .
"I don't like women who say one thing and mean another. If you continue like this, I'll punish you." Ah Zheng's hand
quickly invaded her crotch. Her body, aroused and weak, was powerless to resist. His nimble fingers
immediately discovered the warm, moist spring overflowing between her curly hairs.
Unable to deny the fact that she was indeed feeling something, she could only turn her head away in shame, refusing to look into
the eyes of her invader.
This slightly reluctant submission excited the man even more. A-Zheng even abandoned his
plan to give her oral sex first, standing directly by the bed and spreading her limp legs.
She closed her eyes in despair, not actively raising her legs like she did with Jun, but
simply lying there limply, her limbs relaxed.
A-Zheng smiled, took a condom, put it on, grabbed her ankles, lifted them onto
his shoulders, and rubbed her feet. "Your feet are so beautiful."
She didn't say anything, not wanting to say anything more. A vague sense of regret had begun to creep in, but it was indistinct,
far from enough to make her cry out no.
Before enough regret could build up, her engorged vagina welcomed the unfamiliar conqueror.
The smooth glans under the condom easily slipped into her body, leading the hard, long member behind it
to rush in quickly, forcefully, and powerfully.
She let out a soft moan, her hands gripping the sheets tightly, her fine, white teeth biting down on her swollen,
red lower lip.
In the end, what shouldn't have happened, and what should have happened, all happened…
(XI)
More than the pleasurable sensation of his penis entering a woman's body, he preferred to admire the
slightly resentful yet joyful expression of this innocent woman after being seduced and possessed. Gently pressing down on her clitoris, he slowly pulled it outwards while
circling it with his finger.
"Hmm…hmm…" she groaned, her legs involuntarily straining, the
thickest part of his penis slowly retreating, scraping tightly against her already aroused vaginal walls.
The clitoris, which he usually only touched during masturbation, was being teased for the first time during intercourse, leaving her bewildered.
"No…no, don't touch there…it's so sore…so…so sore…" When he thrust back in,
the man rubbed his thumb hard against her clitoris with the movement of his penis, making her lower back ache.
"Who cares if it's sore or not, as long as it feels good," he said softly, his swaying hips becoming increasingly vigorous.
The woman he was playing with was responding in a way that pleased him, making him unable to resist joining the flirting with his other hand.
His outstretched fingers traveled up the hollow of her waist, from under her armpit, directly up to the pinkish-white mound of flesh.
The nipples between her breasts were already flushed with a sensual blush. He triumphantly cupped her still
bouncing breasts, pinching the nipples between two fingers and gently kneading them with the rhythm of his thrusts.
"How is it, does it feel good?" he asked softly as he continued.
She blushed and remained silent. He deliberately thrust harder, causing a tingling numbness in her cervix, a dull pain
tinged desire. She couldn't help but let out a soft "oh"—a wanton, almost animalistic sound. The
sound made her feel a pang of sadness, but that fleeting feeling was quickly overwhelmed by
the surge of passion brought on by the even more powerful thrusts to her lower body.
“I’m so stupid, you never say anything, so I just assume you don’t like it.” Seeing her delicate eyebrows furrow more
and more, and her lips trembling more and more violently, he suddenly stopped all his movements and said with a smile.
Just as she was about to reach the peak of pleasure, the continuous stimulation suddenly stopped. She opened her mouth abruptly, almost asking for
it , her red lips fluttered twice, but she still couldn’t say anything. Her hands loosened, then gripped
the sheets again. At a time like this, could she really masturbate in front of this man…?
“We’re already in this kind of relationship, just tell me what you want me to do.” He coaxed
her . Damn it, he removed his hand from her
clitoris, stopped his penis, leaving it throbbing inside her, but left his hand on her breasts to gently tickle her.
With an almost reckless attitude, she closed her eyes and whispered shamefully, "Please...please
keep moving...move..."
"Oh, how should I move?" Ah Zheng pulled his penis outwards instead. Feeling abandoned, the vaginal walls
immediately pressed against him, ignoring her embarrassment, and writhed vigorously. Deep inside, it felt as if rings of flesh were tightening
around him, sucking in the retreating glans.
"No..." The unbearable emptiness in her core made her cry out softly. If this lovemaking ended like this,
she would immediately run into the bathroom and masturbate wildly until she fainted. "Don't go out...please, put it in...put it in
..."
"Oh, okay." He thrust in hard, the glans giving her a solid thud. A sweet dizziness
surged up her body, but immediately, he stopped moving. Only the occasional pulsation of his penis slightly stimulated her
sensuality .
“…Okay!” She suddenly opened her eyes, her voice rising as if she were about to cry, “Hurry up! Hurry up
and do me! Fuck me hard! Isn’t that what you wanted me to say? I said it! Are you satisfied now!”
(12)
“I’m sorry…” He noticed that she was a little embarrassed and angry, so he quickly softened his tone. Taking advantage of the fact that her
anger hadn’t yet dissipated her lust, his hands began to move wildly again. “It’s my fault, it’s my fault. I’ll
make it up to …”
Her armpits were brushed by his palms, making her giggle. She immediately tried to straighten up her face, but the man’s
skilled movements made her frown and purse her lips, turning into a subtle expression that looked like pain but was actually satisfied.
"You...you..." she groaned, repeating "you" twice, unable to withstand the waves of sweet, tingling pleasure, and finally managed
to turn the scolding into a harmless "You're so annoying!"
About eight or nine out of ten men know that a woman's "annoying" is often misinterpreted. Ah
Zheng chuckled, this time no longer teasing her, focusing instead on conquering the body he had already thoroughly aroused.
She finally gave up all resistance, closing her eyes and placing her hand on her other breast, gently pressing but not
daring to rub, only applying slight pressure with her sweaty palm to soothe her already aching nipple.
"No...don't be so fast...too strong...I...I can't take it..." Her legs had
somehow already lifted up, crossing behind his waist like two white leaves
swaying in the wind.
Ah Zheng's technique was too skilled; she couldn't even feel his desire to ejaculate, yet he had already made her
tense all over, wave after wave of pleasure washing over her, on the verge of utter collapse.
"Aren't you...aren't you ready yet?" Jun always ejaculated just before she reached orgasm. The strong
pulsation inside the condom would stimulate the most sensitive, slightly protruding part of her inner wall, and she would immediately follow suit, reaching orgasm. They would
instinctively embrace each other, welcoming the most wonderful moment together.
But the man on top of her now showed no signs of being excited to the point of being unable to control himself.
"You're so beautiful, how could I bear to finish so quickly?" He chuckled in a low, husky voice, his penis
stopping at the entrance of her vagina, and his fingers massaging her clitoris suddenly increased their speed.
As if an electric current passed through her back, she cried out and arched her sweaty back. Just then,
he thrust into her, meeting her strongly contracting tender flesh, quickly, forcefully, and without hesitation,
fucking her seventeen or eighteen times.
This was like kicking her into a swamp of lust, quickly engulfing her entire snow-white body.
She wanted to scream, but only managed a few muffled moans in the throes of lust. After a spasm of about a second or two,
she relaxed comfortably, her mind blank, only the notes of sex echoing in her mind…
(Thirteen)
No matter how many orgasms a woman has, her recovery ability is always much stronger than a man's.
The opposite of being in love.
She really wanted to pretend that she had had enough and didn't want it anymore. But Ah Zheng's penis was still hard
inside , looking like it could start again at any time.
"I don't want it anymore…" She turned her head away, the clarity after the orgasm making her even more regretful. Although
she knew it was impossible to ask an erect man to leave a woman like her, she still said it.
"But I haven't ejaculated yet, can you bear to do that?" He smiled and stroked her calves back and forth. A woman's body that had just experienced
an orgasm didn't need stimulation of sensitive areas for the time being, and he skillfully helped her through the buffer zone.
"I...what could I possibly be reluctant to do?" She tried to sound nonchalant, but
a hint of guilt still betrayed her.
Unexpectedly, he actually pulled out, the condom smeared with passionate fluid, gleaming somewhat
comically .
Her vagina, which had been so full it was almost painful, suddenly felt empty. She breathed a sigh of relief, but also felt a
pang disappointment—something she wouldn't admit, of course.
Even more unexpectedly, Ah Zheng took a step forward, kneeling on one knee beside her head, ripped off the condom, and brought
his round, shiny glans to her lips. "You can suck it out for me, otherwise, you've just had your pleasure
and I'll move on right away, and you won't feel comfortable."
What a joke! Her eyes widened. Jun had never dared ask her to do this! Although
she had willingly done it for Jun in moments of passion, this man was just a passerby, a
guy who had taken advantage of her loneliness to hunt for women. She had no obligation to do this for him!
She snorted, pursing her lips to express her displeasure.
Unexpectedly, Ah Zheng pressed his body down, his glans, which smelled of soap mixed with a faint scent of genitals,
almost touching her lips. "Willing to be fucked, but unwilling to be licked, should I ask you..."
"Boyfriend, you treat him the same way?" He still spoke with a smile, but the threat in his words was naturally revealed
.
She paused, then closed her eyes with a mixture of resignation and resentment, opening her rose-colored lips.
People sometimes have the mindset that closing their eyes and ignoring everything will prevent it from happening, but that's a
pointless act.
The glans moved leisurely forward, proudly occupying another warm, moist space. This space was
more spacious than below, but it had a soft, flexible tongue. When a woman's tongue is used properly,
the pleasure is no less than that of a double-layered penis.
So when a woman is unwilling or lacks skill, oral sex actually provides greater psychological pleasure.
Ah Zheng was precisely seeking greater psychological pleasure; he watched with satisfaction as another man's girlfriend reluctantly clamped his penis between her
lips , her tongue gently licking the frenulum behind the glans, letting out satisfied
panting.
"Suck harder...yes, be careful of your teeth...ah, you did a great job, you must lick your
boyfriend right?" Feeling he had conquered the woman, Ah Zheng began to verbally provoke this woman who would lose her value after tonight. To him, the shameful expression of this respectable woman was more exciting
than having sex with any sexy bombshell . Although she had long known that Ah Zheng's feelings for her were not love, hearing these words made her feel uncontrollably sad. As she shed tears, his penis forcefully thrust into her throat twice, and pulled out as she felt the urge to gag . (XIV) "Condom...put on a condom!" "She screamed in panic, but to no avail. After pulling out, Ah Zheng forcefully flipped her over from the edge of the bed, pinning her down from behind, and then shoved his saliva-covered penis inside her, from behind her not-so-large but firm buttocks. In this position, the glans directly stimulated the sensitive area of the upper vaginal wall, while his hands around her waist also took control of her clitoris again. This time the movements were large and intense, similar to Jun's, but much more skillful in the subtle techniques. Her body, which had already passed the sensitive period after orgasm, quickly ignited a burning desire, and her will to resist was gradually overwhelmed. Like a huge plug, it was pushed in with a thud and pulled out with a thud, and with each in and out, a tingling numbness ran through her groin. But he wasn't wearing a condom. Even with the intense pleasure, she couldn't ignore this; she couldn't let him ejaculate inside her . If she got pregnant, she knew, with enough medical knowledge, how terrible and harmful an abortion was. "Pull it out! I'll let you pull it out!" She started hitting his arm behind her back. "So annoying! If you're worried about getting a baby, just buy some medicine tomorrow!" he yelled impatiently, grabbing her hands like a knight gripping reins, riding her slender, fair body with pleasure. "Bastard...you bastard..." she muttered, stomping her feet hard on the ground, trying to push him away. This futile resistance only brought him unexpected pleasure; her legs strained, and her vagina suddenly sucked at his glans, making him throb with pleasure. He gripped her buttocks , panting heavily, his waist throbbing violently like an engine. "No...no...no—!" "She screamed in despair, but her cervix, convulsing with excitement, still directly felt the numbing sensation of being sprayed. Warm, thick semen filled the tip of her vagina, and the unknowing cervix happily embraced the billions of sperm into its soft embrace... (15) It was almost midnight, but she didn't want to go home at all. Compared to many heartless men who would pull out their penises without a second thought, Ah Zheng at least didn't kick her out of the hotel room. He generously agreed to let her sleep until tomorrow, so that if he woke up with a morning erection, he could have another good time with her. Ah Zheng slept soundly and wasn't worried about her leaving at all. Or rather, he didn't care whether she left or not. She took out the mooncake and finally opened the box. The mooncake smelled delicious, and she was very hungry now, but she didn't open her mouth. Since Jun said it was Mid-Autumn Festival, she could eat it after midnight. She looked at her phone; it was already 12:05 on Mid-Autumn Festival." Jun still hadn't texted. Was this punishment for her infidelity? She suddenly felt an urge to cry, even though only the scent of shower gel remained on her body; many things can never be washed away in a shower. Should she honestly tell him and break up, or should she take the initiative to propose marriage, weaving her ? Why… why couldn't he be smarter and propose to her quickly? If that were the case… she wouldn't… She pouted, tears already welling up in her eyes, threatening to fall. After sex without love, besides half regret, there was only a far greater emptiness, and a doubled loneliness due to things not going as planned. "Falling in love with you, falling in love with you…" Nicholas Tse's song came from her phone. She quickly pressed the button, the screen flashed, and a text message she had been waiting for popped up. "Wife, Happy Mid-Autumn Festival! Did you eat mooncakes? ...How was it? Happy?" This was the first time he'd used such a term of endearment for his wife. She was a little confused. Besides, he wasn't home; what was there to be happy about? When she asked if he was coming, he only said he had to work overtime, to the point of exhaustion! Suddenly, a strange premonition gripped her heart. She looked at the mooncake box; it was custom-made by a very nice shop. The owner lived near his workplace, and he was a regular customer. Her breathing quickened. A proposal… a similar scenario… movies… damn movies… Holding her breath, she slowly crushed the mooncake, revealing a delicate little metal box near the center. No… no, please, God. *Snap*, the box opened. Inside, wrapped in a piece of paper, was a beautiful diamond ring . Not the most expensive, yet its understated elegance shone with dazzling brilliance. The note only had seven simple words: "Will you marry me?" Each word felt like a punch to her heart. Another text message arrived: "Honey, don't be angry, okay? Working overtime was indeed an accident, but I 'll definitely come over to surprise you. I bought your favorite red roses, a whole ninety-nine of them… Will you marry this silly man?"

She paused, reaching for the curtains to draw them, only to realize she wasn't home.
Her phone rang immediately. Fighting back tears, she answered. Jun's somewhat bewildered voice came through the line,
"Are you...asleep? Did I wake you? Why didn't you turn on the light...? I'm right downstairs. You
'll see me if you open the window. Check your messages, I sent two."
He seemed about to say something more, but she hung up. She
hurriedly dressed, and amidst A-Zheng's bewildered expression, grabbed her ring and rushed out of
the hotel .
The night wind brushed her face, and she realized tears were streaming down her cheeks.
Please forgive me...Jun...please...I won't let you down again...absolutely not..." Filled with
remorse, she stumbled towards the ordinary happiness she didn't know she might miss forever. Mid
-Autumn Festival had arrived.
The moon was nearing its fullest.

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