The young woman lost her virginity after returning to the wrong room.

Jia Ming went on a business trip to a county in the city to verify the production conditions of a small supplier. The supplier,
naturally, didn't dare to be negligent and arranged dinner at the best hotel in the county. Jia Ming didn't drink much, remaining only slightly drunk
, while the supplier's representatives who were accompanying him were quite intoxicated. The supplier's boss,
supported , used his last shred of sobriety to instruct them to arrange a room for Jia Ming. Jia Ming took the room key, politely declined their
offer to escort him upstairs, and took the elevator himself. 8001—a good number. Upon arriving, he was somewhat dumbfounded. The entrance was
decorated with large red double happiness characters and a rainbow archway made of ribbons. Swiping his card and pushing open the door, he found the interior entirely decorated in bright red,
clearly a wedding room. Jia Ming called the front desk to inquire. The receptionist explained that the supplier had only requested
the most expensive suite, and the hotel's two best suites were 8001 and 9001. According to local custom, if the bride's family wasn't
from the area, she would book a room in a local hotel to make it easier for the wedding procession. These two best suites were always used as
bridal suites, so the owner simply decorated them accordingly. A bride-to-be was already staying in one of the upstairs suites, saying
her wedding was the day after tomorrow. Now, only room 8001 was left. Jia Ming was both amused and exasperated, but he figured staying in a bridal suite before the wedding
was a nice experience, so he didn't complain.

After washing up early, Jia Ming turned off all the lights except for the bathroom mirror light and bedside lamp. He
took out a book and lay down on the bed to read by the light. A little while later, he suddenly heard
the sound of a card being swiped and a handle being pressed at the door. Jia Ming put down his book, wondering if the supplier had sobered up and wanted to come to his room alone
as a gesture of goodwill. Previously, a supplier had secretly slipped money to a colleague and even took photos, intending to use it to blackmail him,
resulting in a lose-lose situation. He couldn't let those bastards trick him like that. Thinking this, he immediately turned on his phone's
camera , placed it on the cabinet with the charging cable, propped up by books, and angled the camera downwards so it could capture the bed and
table. He then quickly walked to the door and opened it. He saw someone in the doorway, but there was
a young woman, about twenty-four or twenty-five years old, half-sitting and half-lying beside the door. Her long hair was casually tied back with a hair tie,
she had an oval face, delicate features, and wore a blazer over a silk knee-length slip dress.
A . The girl seemed to have drunk too much, muttering incomprehensible words. Her right hand held up the room key,
seemingly trying to swipe it, while her left hand hung limply at her sides. One strap of her jacket had slipped down, revealing a
voluptuous, white, swan-like neck, long, shapely legs, and the curves outlined by her skirt—
all clearly indicating that this girl was very, very voluptuous. Looking down at her, Jia Ming
was overwhelmed by the sight of her figure trembling slightly with her movements. Hearing someone open the door, the girl looked up and mumbled
something like, "Why are you here? I thought you went straight home," along with words like "bridesmaid" and "bachelor's night." Jia Ming
realized it must be the girl from upstairs who had somehow wandered into his room and seemed to have mistaken
him for her fiancé. Jia Ming bent down, intending to lift the girl up, but she lost her footing
and fell directly into his arms, burying her head on his shoulder. A smell of alcohol mixed with
the fresh scent of shampoo wafted into Jia Ming's nose. Strands of her hair brushed against his earlobe with her movements,
and her breasts pressed against his chest. Jia Ming's breathing became heavy, and his hand unconsciously wrapped around the girl's
waist . Suddenly, he felt the alcohol taking effect, and his penis and lust instantly became erect. Jia Ming's hand slowly
slid down, finally following the curve to the fullest part, and he began to slowly caress it. What a sensation it was
! Smooth silk wrapped around soft, elastic flesh, constantly changing shape in his palm with his fingers.
Jia Ming's penis seemed to rise again, feeling slightly uncomfortable under his pants. Jia Ming's mind
suddenly cleared a little—he was still in the corridor, and although it was already night, who knew if someone would
pass by.

At this point, Jia Ming was driven by lust. He quickly carried the girl into the house and closed the door. The girl
seemed uncomfortable as she was moved, vomiting slightly. Jia Ming then led her to the bathroom,
removed her coat, placed her handbag aside, took out her phone, unlocked it using her own face,
browsed various messages, and sent a WeChat message to someone clearly her fiancé to let him know she was safe. He then helped the girl
squat down so she could vomit into the toilet. He then took off his trousers, wrapped his arms around her waist from behind,
spread his legs, and positioned her ample buttocks directly in front of his penis. One hand gently stroked her back,
while the other roamed between her waist and breasts. Each time the girl vomited, her buttocks rubbed against Jia Ming
's penis, providing him with a pleasurable sensation. Anyone who has drunk alcohol knows that vomiting before getting drunk can alleviate the effects of alcohol, but
once you're truly drunk, vomiting leads to complete blackouts; what you say or do is no longer under your
control. Jia Ming had this plan in mind, and also because he didn't want her to suddenly vomit and spoil the mood when he slept with her.
To help her vomit completely, Jia Ming even put his finger inside her mouth, past her tongue, and tapped her throat
to induce vomiting until she vomited everything in her stomach. Jia Ming took some toilet paper, gently wiped
the vomit from his hands and the girl's mouth, flushed the toilet, and laid the girl out on the bed in a spread-eagle position.

The girl mumbled incoherently, calling for "hugs," but Jia Ming didn't take off his clothes. He simply stroked
the girl 's hair and asked, "Shall we?" The girl mumbled "No,"
then seemed to understand something after a while, saying "Okay" and then "Hurry up." Although her words were somewhat incoherent, the general
meaning was clear. This suited Jia Ming perfectly. From the girl's few words at the door, Jia Ming already
knew a few things: firstly, this girl was the bride-to-be who was getting married the day after tomorrow, and she had probably come early
to have a bachelor/bachelorette party or something similar with her friends. Secondly, the girl should be living alone in apartment 9001. Her fiancé
should be staying in their new apartment. Her parents won't arrive until tomorrow during the day, and her friends have already gone home. Tonight,
at least for now, no one else will know how they handle her. Thirdly, the girl is heavily intoxicated
and has mistaken him for her fiancé. Jia Ming's previous methods to avoid suppliers can now
be used From the moment he entered until now, his phone has been recording the conversation. Jia Ming has been actively guiding
the conversation, making it seem like they are a couple or bed partners. Until this final step, once the girl
gives a definite answer, even if she sobers up, he has ways to deal with her.

Jia Ming finally got what he wanted. Without saying a word, he stripped naked and took out...
He put on a condom, then gently removed the girl's camisole. Looking at the flesh-colored lace trim and bra beneath her dress,
Jia Ming felt his penis harden even more. Jia Ming's movements were gentle, maintaining the tenderness one would show to a first love.
The girl's beauty matched this gentleness; if there were different shades of white, the girl's skin was a translucent, cool
white, like delicate porcelain, pure yet alluring under the bedside lamp. He unfastened the camisole,
revealing her breasts, evenly spread out but still maintaining a certain height—they were natural. Jia Ming could
imagine that if the girl stood up, these two mounds would be perfectly teardrop-shaped. The nipples were pink, and the areolas were very small,
almost invisible. She took off her clothes, revealing her neatly trimmed mons pubis, shaped like small steamed buns. A pink slit ran
down the center of . The naked girl was like a work of art. Her figure was slender but not
thin; her full, white breasts swayed slightly with the movement of the bed. The perfect lines of her alluring abdomen
outlined a mysterious triangle, and her pair of fair, tender thighs completed her seductive figure. Unlike the pale-faced little
girl, her body was perfectly proportioned, with plenty of flesh in all the right places, soft where it should be soft, and bouncy where it should be bouncy,
like a ripe peach waiting to be picked. Jia Ming admired this beautiful scene, and couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy towards
her lucky, or rather, unlucky, fiancé.

Jia Ming lay on top of the girl, one hand moving diagonally up from under her armpit, encircling her shoulder and neck. He
gently kissed her lips, his tongue slowly probing inside, tracing her teeth, lightly teasing her tongue.
The girl instinctively responded, their tongues intertwining, the scent of alcohol mingling with a sweet aroma, stimulating
Jia Ming 's senses. Jia Ming's other hand reached down, covering the girl's most mysterious and sacred area, following
the slit, parting her skin, and exploring inwards, teasing and probing, until he found her clitoris, gently
circling it before moving downwards, penetrating the peach blossom cave a little further. He repeated this several times, and the
girl was already wet, the entrance slightly widening, seemingly preparing to welcome the intruder. Jia Ming seized the opportunity,
guiding his penis in, and thrust it all inside. Upon entering the cave, it felt as if he
were being grasped by the hands of the hot spring water. In that instant, Jia Ming even felt so comfortable that he wanted to ejaculate. He gritted his teeth and held back his ejaculation, lifting the girl's
legs onto his shoulders, and then slowly began to thrust, gradually pushing his penis deep inside. Even
through the condom, Jia Ming could still feel the spiraled flesh of the girl's vagina rubbing against him.
When , she seemed to resist, but when he withdrew, it was as if there was a suction force enveloping him, teasing him layer by layer
. The vaginal walls were as tight as a virgin's, yet lubricated. With each thrust, it felt like he was in heaven. The girl's
legs clamped around Jia Ming's head. The smooth, soft flesh and the girl's fragrance intoxicated Jia Ming. The girl's full, upturned buttocks
provided excellent cushioning. Jia Ming bumped against them, feeling soft and sticky like jelly. With each impact, her breasts
swayed , a truly dazzling sight. After a while, the girl let out soft moans and gasps, her expression seemingly
one of pure enjoyment. Soon, she murmured things like, "You were so amazing today..." "Love me..." "
Deeper ..." "Give it to me." Finally, under Jia Ming's ministrations, the girl raised her head, her chin and
neck forming a beautiful curve. She gripped Jia Ming's arm with both hands, her body tensing, and cried out things
like, "I'm coming... I'm coming... I'm going to die..." She ejaculated streams of hot fluid, drenching Jia Ming
. Jia Ming could no longer hold back, and a thick stream of semen shot out. [The End]

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