【The Allure of the Night】(The End) 【Author: Wushanxing】

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Introduction

August 13th, a rare sunny day after the smog.

This day, like February 14th, is called "Valentine's Day," but the former is an imported concept, reminding people of
Valentine; the latter is a local specialty, reminding people of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl.

People all over the world pursue love, but most of them have not truly found that mysterious key. More often than
not, lust is deliberately sublimated with love, and love is often confused with desire.

This year's "Qixi" started fiercely and ended gently, truly a mixture of feelings, colorful and vibrant. It
inspired me to share with like-minded people and those with similar temperaments.

Once I started writing, I couldn't stop, so I hope you, dear readers, will be patient.

(I) Qixi Valentine's Day

Every year on Qixi, whenever possible, my wife and I welcome this day with unity of body and mind.
This year was no exception, so I went to bed late. Luckily, it was spring break, so I didn't have to get up early and could sleep in comfortably.

In my hazy state, I was awakened by stimulation of my genitals; without opening my eyes, I knew it was my wife's mouth. She always
likes be intimate with me in the early morning, saying that her morning erection is strong and lasts longer, and that my languid state makes me less aggressive, perfect for her
to play with and enjoy herself.

I can't remember how long she did it, but I heard a scream before she collapsed on top of me, covered in sweat.
I covered her with a blanket, worried she'd catch a cold. My wife

, panting, asked, "It's really good, still standing there..."

The phone rang, waking us from our nap. It was a call from her parents' home, saying her father missed her and wanted her to come
home . My wife still had a few days of spring break and compensatory leave left, so she decided to go back now. I always
support her going home.

While she was showering, I secretly slipped the Valentine's Day gift I'd prepared for her—a
huge black simulated penis—into her handbag, along with a card that hastily wrote
: "Use it if you feel like it these next couple of days.

" After my wife finished packing, she gave me some instructions about how to manage things at home alone, then drove back to her parents' house. It
wasn't in our city, but it was only a two-hour drive, so it was relatively convenient.

The reason I prepared this gift for her was that whenever we watched porn together, she would get aroused whenever a black character
appeared . Although my wife is outspoken, for some reason, she never
honestly expresses her true feelings in this regard, but I believed she would like this gift.

Sure enough, half an hour later, my wife called: "I stopped by to buy some things for the family, and when I opened my bag
, I was shocked! You shameless thing!"

I chuckled and told her to drive safely and not get distracted. My wife "fiercely" threw down the words, "I'll settle the score with
you when I get back!" and hung up.

When my wife isn't home, I always feel a void in my heart. This represents a certain dependence, a certain inertia, and also carries
a bit of restlessness. It's like staying in a hotel while on a business trip; the atmosphere sometimes makes one's mind wander. This is

a natural product of "freedom," I suppose.

My phone rang, and a text message caught my eye: "Happy Holidays, Niu Niu! Qiong."

(II) Qiong Flowers in Xi'an

I met Qiong at an exhibition. I can't remember much about the interview I did there;
the only impression left in my mind is her impressive breasts. Yes, Qiong is a very voluptuous and sexy woman. The exhibitor pass hanging on
her chest was pushed up by her towering breasts, so much so that visitors couldn't remember the name and
company booth number on the pass at all; they only had the energy to let their imaginations run wild. What's most infuriating is that Qiong was fully aware of her "busty effect."
When she encountered a man staring intently at her, she would enjoy staring back at him... At least, I was
quite .

Her gaze, while provocative, was more of a selection tactic. She later told me that if
a man looked away when she made eye contact, no matter how good his prospects were, she wouldn't pay him any attention. As for me,
although I felt a little awkward, my gaze was quite bold. This awkward eye contact made her
start panic… So, that night, we slept together. After work during the exhibition, we
never left each other's rooms.

Joan married a man from a well-off family, but there was a significant age gap between them. In the first few years of their marriage, things weren't too bad, but
as time went on, the differences became apparent.

Joan's husband was very doting on his wife, but he couldn't handle his young wife's sexual demands. Spoiled, Joan started
having affairs, but she never had any serious relationships. Until she met me, she changed.
In there were three reasons: first, I was trustworthy; second, she couldn't bear to part with my husband; and third, I was attentive and caring,
keeping her in a good mood.

My wife had just left, and Qiong filled the gap perfectly. It had been over
two months , and her sudden reappearance really piqued my interest; we had a fling. Seeing her more determined than usual,
and with a hint of emotion, I asked if something was wrong. At first, she was reluctant to talk, but eventually she
poured out her pent-up frustration: she had accidentally discovered her husband was having an affair with none other than
their rural housekeeper. Qiong cried.

She said she wanted to get some fresh air and asked if I had time; if so, she could drive over early the next morning
. I advised her not to act impulsively, as it wasn't a short distance, but she insisted. That's
the nature —stubborn and single-minded.

I told her my wife had just left, and without a word, she asked me to book lunch; we
could discuss . I repeatedly told her to be careful on the road, and she hung up the phone decisively.

Qiong and I don't see each other often, but for some reason, she easily makes me feel heartbroken and constantly worried.
Therefore, the "news" she just posted really cast a shadow over my heart, and I started to worry about
whether she could get through this.

I filled the bathtub with water, poured myself a beer, and wanted to completely soak
away the fatigue from last night. This is a habit I've developed over the years; whenever I want to relax or think about things, I always like to put myself
in a steamy bathtub.

The surroundings were filled with the scent of bath gel, and the hot steam made my head sweat… I slowly scrubbed
myself, looking at my limp penis, and marveled at the passage of time: Yes, just a few hours ago it was still warm in my wife's arms …
My wife, who had been so passionate in my hometown, has now taken my warmth to a foreign land, while another woman is
rushing ...

Crazy!

(III) In the hazy fragrance of Qinghai

, my phone rang, and a clear voice entered my ears: "What are you doing?"

It was Fang, a senior student who will graduate this year, from Qinghai, majoring in education management. Her
catchphrase came from a special context, so every time I heard it, it always evoked a wet and sour feeling.

"I'm taking a bath!" she said with a wicked smile: "So decadent! Be careful not to get photographed, haha." Her words
aroused me instantly, and my penis gradually swelled in the water...

Fang and I met in a very unusual way. Once, I opened my QQ mailbox and found a
message in a bottle that I didn't know where it came from. I opened it out of curiosity and saw a sentence inside: "SOS, emotional crisis. Whoever finds
the bottle please add my QQ number..." I don't know what my mentality was, but I actually added that number.

After accepting the message, she greeted me with a "hello," then asked who I was. I said, "Did you send me a message in a bottle?"
She hesitated for a moment before admitting it was true. We were both
amazed by the magical connection created by the message in a bottle. We started chatting, and like me, she was a straightforward
person, so she didn't need much preamble to tell me her story.

Apparently, during her vacation back in her hometown, she and her boyfriend had their first time making love. He was clumsy and didn't know what he was doing, and in the end,
besides pain, even the initial excitement was gone. She complained, but her boyfriend said, "
Everyone's first time is like that." She didn't believe him, and he said, "If you don't believe me, try other men..."
This led to their breakup. That was last summer.

After returning to school after summer vacation, feeling depressed, she sent that message in a bottle, partly out of spite, and partly out of wishful thinking. Little
did she know that this would lead to our relationship.

My online communication with Fang went smoothly.
When , our initial surprise turned into excitement, to the point that we couldn't wait to meet. I knew about the age
difference between us, so I asked her if she minded. Her answer was cool: "After breaking up with my boyfriend, I haven't even considered
dating a man under 10 years older than me!" Although her words were ambiguous, I didn't intend to take it any further at the time. I
would just offer some advice and guidance, because I've never been very interested in naive young girls.

We arranged to meet for the first time at a teahouse. My first impression of her was: youthful. Fang wasn't
very voluptuous, but she was very well-proportioned, with great skin, and especially her shapely legs, which were quite alluring.

After we met, she shook my hand generously, called me "teacher" with a mischievous smile, intentionally emphasizing
the age , and then playfully asked if she could go to the restroom first
. Before she finished speaking, she had already turned around and gone. Looking at her from behind, her red miniskirt swayed with the movement of her slightly upturned hips, and for a moment,
my heart truly fluttered.

After she returned, we ordered food, ate, and chatted, mainly about her academic progress and career aspirations,
completely unrelated to what I had expected. Time flew by, and it was time to say goodbye. We shook hands again, and just as our fingers
were about to separate, she said something that seemed completely out of the blue: "The moment I saw you, I knew that a man and woman
's first time couldn't be that bad!"

I have to admit that her words shocked and stimulated me more than any of
the advances I had ever encountered from mature women, but it was also the most mature thing she had ever said during our relationship. Perhaps this is
characteristic of her age—a naive yet insightful statement.

I don't remember how we got to the hotel; on the way, I was mostly led by her. Aside from my first
sexual experience, this was the first time in my relationships with women that I had lost the initiative. Was this an internal struggle at play?

Or was I shirking my responsibilities as an elder? Perhaps it was both.

It wasn't until the hotel room door closed behind us that I realized she was starting to get nervous. That
's ; it's often a zero-sum game of who takes the initiative and who's more confident. Just as Fang began to feel uneasy
, my confidence suddenly surfaced.

I pulled her into my arms tightly, and my lips immediately pressed against hers. I sensed her fluster;
her stiffness highlighted her unease, and her clumsy kissing technique revealed her relative inexperience.
However, Fang was a quick learner, and soon her tongue was moving with practiced ease. Our tongues intertwined
beautifully , and I felt her legs go weak.

I gently placed her on the bed and slowly undressed her—a pace intended to reduce her
tension while simultaneously increasing the stimulation. I peeled Fang naked, revealing a vibrant, youthful
nude figure before me. She remained silent, silently receiving my tongue as it began to
travel her entire body from head to toe…

When my face was buried between her legs, she suddenly asked, “What are you doing?” I didn’t
answer with words, but with the sweeping touch of my tongue. Why did every time she asked that question afterward
evoke such wet associations in me? Because the first time I heard her say that, what I saw before my eyes
was indeed a pool of water.

That day we made love several times, and the blush on her face lingered for a long time. Afterwards, while we were rinsing together, she held my
enormous member in surprise and asked, “How come I didn’t feel any pain? Look how fierce it is!”

As I helped her wash, I whispered in her ear, “That’s because you wanted it so much, and because I know
how to cherish you without causing you pain…” She hugged me tightly and said, “Thank you, thank you for giving me such a
wonderful feeling!”

Later, we would occasionally meet, and every time she spoke to me, the first thing she would say was, “What are you doing?”

And I never refused her. This time was an exception, mainly because Qiong was coming over, and my wife had called that day
saying that her father was actually unwell and had "tricked" her into going back home. He was currently undergoing tests, and the results wouldn't
be available for another two days. She was in a bad mood, and I naturally caught her bad mood too, becoming distracted, so I didn't agree to
meet Fang.

She started acting up, turning off her phone and ignoring me.

(IV) I'm crazy about Qiong

The next day at noon, Qiong arrived as promised, looking travel-worn. We had lunch together at an elegant restaurant. During the meal,
she kept rambling about the shock she had suffered, almost like a broken record, repeatedly saying, "Why her!"

Why her! "I know that this time she was more hurt in her self-esteem than in her emotions. My
advice was simple: I told her, 'You need balance, and so does she! The nanny must have
something that you don't have but your husband does.'" "

Qiong was actually aware of the situation, but she just couldn't get over it and ended up drinking herself into a stupor.

I took her back to her hotel, settled her in, and then rushed home because I was constantly worried about my wife's
situation .

I talked to my wife on the phone for a long time. She said her father's condition was still unclear and she would be back in a few days. I told
her to rest assured and take care of her father, and that I would come immediately if needed. My wife said my words gave her a lot of strength, but
I knew my wife was still worried.

Qiong's long journey here was partly for business reasons, in addition to seeking comfort; her company has business in my
city . Qiong is a mature woman; once she poured out her grievances, she quickly let go of her pride. When she woke up the next day,
she was back to normal. She went to visit a client first and then asked to meet me in the evening. Seeing that I was a little down, she asked what was wrong
and then comforted me, asking with concern, 'Is there anything I can do to help you?' In situations like this,
there's a clear difference in the mental fortitude and maturity between Qiong and Fang. I prefer mature women, and this is one of the
reasons." I pulled her into my arms and said, "Just hold me like this!"

Both my wife and Joan are mature women; with them, we don't need many explanations to understand
each other's needs and feelings. The difference between them is that my wife's tolerance comes from the tacit understanding and trust developed through close companionship
, while Joan's understanding stems from the preciousness born from our infrequent meetings.
It's so , and when we're together, I don't want to be bothered by trivial matters. That night, Joan and I
sat like that, embracing each other, everything understood without words; she warmed my heart.

Sometimes, the shift in mood and circumstances between people can happen in an instant. The next day, my wife brought
good news: my father-in-law's test results were in—a benign tumor. We all breathed a sigh of relief. My wife asked
if could stay with my father for two more days before going home. Of course, I supported her, not just for Joan's sake, but because I genuinely
wanted my father-in-law to enjoy more family time. Joan stayed two more days for me, and after hearing the good news from my wife,
I made love to her several times. This passionate night was both compensation for the past few days and a farewell; she
was .

One of Qiong's favorite sex games was nipple play. Watching my guy frantically thrusting between her breasts, she would
murmur with ecstasy, "Shoot, my big cock!", "Pinch my nipples hard, twist them
off ...", "Don't stop, cock, don't stop..." Her words were like a shot of adrenaline, always stimulating
my masculinity, and always making us play to our hearts' content. What excited me most was her incoherent ravings before her orgasm,
such as "Quickly...fill me up...I want to have a bunch of babies for you..." and other lewd words.

Every time I made love with Qiong, I felt completely drained; this "exhausted" limpness was
a reaction .

Qiong's full, firm body always gave me a promise to be ravaged at will, unlike with
Fang, who was petite and naive, I would become full of tenderness and meticulous care. In my own experience, a man's
sexual behavior largely depends on the information a woman's body conveys to him.

After being "silent" for two days, Fang finally gave up her stubbornness and sent me a text message: "Bad guy, I'm not talking to
you!" When she said that, it was actually the beginning of her talking to me. This time, I didn't go to the school to find her, but just
asked her out for a meal. I did this not to be angry with her, but because my wife said she would be back tomorrow, and I
wanted to put my mind and body back in a state that belonged to her. Fang understood this, but before leaving, she insisted that I
kiss her properly. It was a long kiss, and I almost lost my grip. I watched her enter the campus, her shapely buttocks still sexy.

(V) Passion on the Grassland

My wife and I basically had no secrets from each other. It was really rare to have such tolerance and tacit understanding. It was also the result of
hard work and unwavering support.

The story has to start from the beginning: We were college classmates, and we basically had feelings for each other as soon as we entered the school.

She's 1.62 meters tall with a very fit figure, thanks to her love of sports since childhood. Her early sprinting
sculpted her calf muscles, which were subtly defined; later, long-distance running prevented her leg muscles from becoming overly prominent, resulting in
her well-proportioned and strong legs. Her full and firm buttocks are also a testament to years of exercise.

After marriage, she joined yoga classes, which made her flexible and resilient, and helped her maintain excellent
posture . My wife's breasts aren't the large, sagging type, but rather
the kind that could be easily grasped, yet still beautifully shaped. Therefore, she loves saunas and enjoys showing off her healthy and beautiful body.

My wife's face isn't striking, but it's very pleasing to the
eye . Yes, her smile is incredibly charming and has always captivated me.
I particularly love her perfect set of white teeth when she smiles, to the point that I now pay attention to the appearance of a woman's teeth
when . Her personality had a distinct duality: sometimes quick-witted and outspoken, sometimes shy and reserved. A wildness lurked
beneath exterior.

During our first summer vacation after starting school, we decided not to go home, but to travel alone to Inner Mongolia.
The wild winds and vastness of the grasslands only intensified the wildness and desire within us.

Our first time making love happened in a yurt. We were both completely soaked. She dared not make a sound,
scratching herself and biting me, afraid that her moans would echo too loudly in the empty space… This experience made us realize that neither of us
was a novice. After several moments of frenzied ecstasy, we sat around a small campfire outside the yurt, embracing
tightly, gazing at the starry sky and the bright moonlight, each recounting our own "first time" experiences.

The grassland night was mysterious and enchanting! We agreed that after telling our stories, we would say goodbye to the past and only look to the future. Over
the years, we've had many bumps in the road, but we've never brought up those old stories again. My experiences with
her had both similarities and differences: the similarity was that we both gave our virginity
to people much older than ourselves; the difference was that my experience brought me joy, while hers brought me
pain .

(VI) Sister Ping, my first woman

My first woman was 14 years older than me and was a primary school English teacher. I usually called her Sister Ping, and she
lived next door to me. My parents were busy with work and often entrusted me to her care, so our two families had a very good relationship.

Ping's husband was a seaman, constantly at sea, so they rarely saw each other. She had moved from Shanghai to this city after marrying him, and they didn't have many relatives
here . Ping was usually serious and rarely smiled; at the time, I thought it was just the demeanor of a teacher, but as I grew older,
I realized it stemmed from the hardships of her life.

Ping's husband was very considerate of his wife. Every time he returned from overseas, he would bring her many nice things, such as
beautiful clothes, perfumes, foreign magazines, and other novelties. Some neighbors praised Ping's
husband for his good taste in shopping, and he would always say it was because his wife had a good figure and was a natural clothes hanger… making
the women in the neighborhood envious. If Ping hadn't been so friendly and cautious, there might have been some trouble, after all, she was a beauty in her
prime !

When her husband was home, Ping often had a faint blush on her face, and she seemed less reserved
and demure; as soon as her husband went out to sea, Ping would revert to her cold and stern expression. I can still remember her pale and
serious face.

The summer before my college entrance exam, Ping's husband was traveling to more countries than usual, which meant he
was staying abroad for longer periods. During holidays, my busy parents would entrust me to Ping,
who wasn't strict with me. Although I still looked a little childish at the time, I was already tall and
strong .

One afternoon, I went to Ping's house. She had just come out of the shower, and she exuded a fragrance rarely seen in China at the time;
she looked very charming. The way she looked at me was different from usual, somewhat special, lacking the coldness, and filled
with a gentleness and an indescribable depth. At the time, I didn't understand, but later, after learning more about women, I realized that women experience
premenstrual sexual desires and pressures.

Ping later told me that she had just masturbated in the shower, but hadn't been satisfied, and that's when I
appeared...

I told Ping that my parents were going back to my grandparents' house for a few days and that I should focus on my studies... Ping
laughed and said , "You don't need me to worry about your studies. It's just that no one will cook for you, so eat here tonight."

Ping's thoughtfulness was never ostentatious, but always very endearing.

I noticed that the curtains in Ping's living room were closed, thinking it was probably to block out the sun and cool off; the
sun was blazing overhead, and that summer was unusually hot. I had just finished reading for two hours and felt dizzy and sleepy.

Ping told me to sit down and said, "Why don't you sit and watch TV for a while? I'll go get you some iced soda to
wake you up ." Then she went into the kitchen.

I felt completely at home at Ping's house. I casually turned on the TV remote and accidentally pressed the VCR button.
The scene on the screen shocked me: a blonde woman was devouring a Western man's penis…

Ping's voice came from the kitchen: "Little brother, unfortunately, we're out of chilled soda. Would you like some foreign beer?

Your brother-in-law brought some back last time…"

I stammered, "What beer?"

Ping came out with a bottle of beer, about to tell me what foreign beer was like, but then she saw my surprised expression.
Following my gaze back to the TV, Ping understood everything… She rushed to me, snatched the
remote , but in her panic, she accidentally pressed the volume button. The TV was already muted, and now the room was filled
with the moaning sounds from the video…

In such awkward situations, both the discoverer and the discovered are extremely embarrassed.

Ping and I must have looked terrible. We remained silent for a long time before Ping regained
her composure . "Don't tell anyone!" she whispered sharply.

I nodded.

Ping handed me a beer, and I gulped down half a bottle in one go. Ping said with concern, "Don't drink too fast,
drinking on an empty stomach makes you drunk easily..." But I still finished the whole bottle in just a few sips.

Ping didn't offer any further explanation about recording the video, and indeed, she couldn't explain it. She deliberately changed the subject
and asked me to help her cook dinner in the kitchen, but we both tacitly understood that we couldn't forget what had just
happened .

Ping's cooking skills were usually quite good, but the dishes she made today were clearly subpar.

So, we ate in silence, each pondering our own thoughts: how to get out of this awkward situation.
After all, Ping was much older than me, and she was the first to address the topic directly: "Have you seen this before?" I shook my head.

I hadn't seen the video, but I had read the novel "Manna's Memoirs," also known as "The Heart of a Young Girl." It
was a forbidden book circulating among my classmates. I remember reading it in one go after I got my hands on it; the descriptions in the novel were very stimulating, which made
me masturbate several times. I was a precocious boy, lacking experience.

Ping looked at me, her voice trembling slightly, and asked, "Do you think I'm a bad woman?"

I shook my head vigorously, repeatedly saying, "No, no..."

Ping sighed deeply; I could sense it wasn't a sigh of relief, but a
helpless and slightly sorrowful groan.

She stood up, let out another sigh, and said, "So what if you saw it? It's good this way, at least I have
someone to confide in! It's just that you're still young..."

Looking at Ping's pale face under the lamplight, I felt myself suddenly grow up, and a sudden urge to protect
her arose. I blurted out, "Ping, don't treat me like a child anymore, I'm willing..."

Ping finally smiled, gently asking, "Silly boy, you're willing, willing to what?!"

Indeed, my "willing" didn't have any specific meaning; it simply meant I was willing to establish a
special relationship with Ping that only we had. I wanted her to trust me, and I wanted her to rely on me. But I could sense Ping's
hesitation. Her first thought was of responsibility and consequences. Indeed,
there was very little room in her mind for me to enter her life. For some reason, the unease Ping displayed amidst her internal struggle between reason and emotion only
added a touch of allure to her.

People say impulsiveness is the devil. Just as Ping was about to handle the matter rationally, the devil gave me courage.

I grabbed her hand and said urgently, "Just treat me like a real man!"

Ping's eyes finally began to gaze at me for a long time, conveying a multitude of emotions: doubt,
worry, concern, affection, desire… In the end, trust and need took over. We kissed. Ping
was in control, possessing my strong, virile self.

I don't remember sleeping that night; it felt like I was constantly in an atmosphere of desire, releasing and then subsiding,
then rising again. Our tongues and hands explored every part of each other's bodies, our words breaking through all
worldly barriers. Ping transformed me from a naive boy into a passionate young man. It is no exaggeration to say that in
In terms of sex, all my later experiences benefited from my relationship with Sister Ping. She is
the goddess !

Some people say that early love will affect studies, but this did not apply to me. My relationship with Sister Ping lasted
until after the college entrance examination.

I still remember the scene of our last meeting. Two days later, I was going to university in another city. She invited me to her
house, hugged me and said, "Little brother, going to university means the beginning of a new stage in life. I don't want you to be too attached to
me. Sister Ping will never forget the joy you brought me. Let's end it!" This is my Sister Ping.

On the last night, she gave me everything she could give! Tears and desire intertwined, laughter and crying
blended , and our two hot bodies were inseparable and endless.

I was with Sister Ping for almost a year. She taught me about sex, she taught me maturity, she taught
me to let go, she taught me confidence, she taught me sunshine, and she taught me positivity. A year later, when my
wife and I were passionate in the yurt, I thought of her again.

(VII) Virginity was forcibly taken away. My

wife's first time was a painful experience. Her parents were both geologists, living a nomadic life, so
my wife grew up at her maternal grandmother's house. Now she's very fit, but it's said she was a chubby, adorable baby as a child.
Her grandmother's family had many relatives, practically all living together. My wife said that when she was little, older
male relatives would do unusual things when they held her; their large hands would intentionally or unintentionally touch her private parts, but
she didn't understand at the time.

She developed early, getting her first period just after turning 11. Within two years, the chubby
girl had blossomed into a beautiful young woman. Her developing breasts often attracted the attention of boys, and most of
the male relatives began to distance themselves from her, which made her feel much more at ease. Only one cousin still liked
to be close to her; he was a sturdy man, a salesman who often traveled,
and would .

One summer vacation, he took my wife to an exhibition, where they bought many fun little gifts. On the way home,
he took her out to eat, then said he had some errands to run and asked her to come along. My wife had no reason not to trust him,
so she went with him. The taxi entered an unfamiliar residential area, went into a building, opened a door, and he said
it was an apartment allocated to him by his work unit, and he had just finished furnishing it; the environment was quite comfortable. My wife didn't mind and
sat down on the sofa.

My uncle asked her to come over and look at the view from the balcony. Before she could even get there, this man grabbed
her from behind, his hands tightly gripping her breasts. This sudden attack stunned my wife. She instinctively began to resist,
but dared not cry out. My uncle forcefully pushed her onto the sofa, forcibly tore off her underwear, and brutally took
her virginity. She was only 15 years old that year. In the days that followed, my uncle continued to threaten and intimidate her, saying that if she didn't
submit to him, he would tell the school about this shameful thing.

My wife was young and naive back then. She was a good student and cared a lot about her reputation. Her uncle's threats worked. My wife
swallowed her anger and didn't report him. She just became silent at home, but she couldn't escape this
man she hated so much. After that, he would threaten her every time he needed something. My wife had no choice but to go to his place to satisfy his
lust. This continued for half a year until her uncle died in a car accident. The nightmare finally ended. Perhaps this
was retribution!

(VIII) The Story of Spring

After returning from our trip to Inner Mongolia, my wife and I confirmed our friendship. We never separated after that and got along very well.
The first thing we did after graduation was to register our marriage. I was assigned to a magazine, and my wife went to
the planning department of a hotel. Although the apartment my company provided was small, we lived a very warm and passionate
life . We made love very frequently, even during my wife's period, unless one of us got sick
.

We were not only prolific in love, but also incredibly hardworking. Within two years of starting our jobs, we both achieved excellent results and
earned high praise. Our ambitions grew exponentially, leading us to work overtime, even on weekends.

Gradually, our lives began to tilt. We spent less and less time together, and even when we were together, our
sex life diminished due to work fatigue, and we often went straight to sleep when we got home. Furthermore, our work environments changed, and
we began to develop our own social circles.

Once, a magazine asked me to do an in-depth report on the Special Economic Zone, so I went to Shenzhen alone and stayed
for three months, traveling to many surrounding areas. The LP Hotel also had a lot of public relations work to do, so we
were busy with our respective careers in different cities, but we still managed to talk on the phone every day.

Back then, Shenzhen was quite different from the rest of China. It was a hub for migrant workers from all over the country. They worked during the day and attended various tutoring and training classes in the evenings to enrich themselves. I could clearly feel the fast-paced work environment and vibrant nightlife
of this southern city . This was a young and avant-garde city, vibrant and alluring. Every day after nightfall, lonely "ghosts" (that's what we called single working people back then) drifted through every . I stayed at a hotel on Shennan Avenue. The local cooperating unit arranged for me to be a local girl as my guide and consultant ; her name was Lan. Lan hadn't gone to university; after graduating from high school, she worked at a newspaper. The young woman was intelligent and quick-witted, and through hard work, she finally got an internship in the editorial department. Of course, she wouldn't be writing anything; she was just responsible for internal affairs. I wasn't much older than Lan, but in her eyes, I was indeed a young, handsome, and promising man, so she treated me with great respect. She was very caring; with her around, I felt really secure. Lan was from Guangzhou and came to Shenzhen with her parents when she was in elementary school. She spoke fluent Cantonese. She was slender, with slightly dark skin, and appeared mature, perhaps due to her capable demeanor. My first impression of her wasn't that she was beautiful, let alone sexy; she was just an ordinary southern girl. (IX) Half a month after I arrived in Shenzhen, my workplace called to say that a graphic designer was coming to Shenzhen for further training and asked me to take good care of her. At that time, there were many advertising companies in the Special Economic Zone, and most of the printing equipment and graphic design skills were imported from Hong Kong, so there were indeed many things . Shenzhen in May was already quite hot, and I took Lan with me to pick her up at the airport. The graphic designer's name was Xue'er, she was of Korean ethnicity, and after graduating from the Academy of Fine Arts, she started her life as a "Beijing drifter" early on. Because of her good skills, beauty, and popularity, she was hired by our magazine. The airport was crowded and bustling. Lan held up a sign with Xue'er's name on it, her eyes not missing anyone coming out.

The passengers were almost all gone from that flight, but there was still no sign of her. Just as I was wondering what was going on, Xue'er appeared
. She was dragging a small pink suitcase, her steps light, her hair flowing, her clothes trendy, quite the artist
. After we shook hands and introduced ourselves, Lan blurted out, "Xue'er, you're so beautiful!" Xue'er
thanked her generously, and we went back to my hotel together. Lan had already booked a room for Xue'er there,
right next to mine.

The three of us had dinner together, getting along well. Xue'er is a year older than me, and she looks quite mature,
with a confident and independent demeanor. However, after getting to know her, I realized she's actually a girl who likes to rely on others.

This contrast is quite alluring to men; once you get close to her, it's easy to be drawn to her.

I admit I was attracted to her from the start, not just because Shenzhen itself had a certain ambiguous
atmosphere , nor because I was sexually averse for days. I found that something inside me
was starting to stir, though I couldn't quite put my finger on it at the time. I only knew something was going to happen,
something unprecedented.

Xue'er didn't hide her feelings for me. After dinner, the three of us went shopping, and she would link arms with me
and laugh, completely oblivious to Lan's presence, making Lan a little uncomfortable. This natural intimacy
made me feel like Xue'er and I had a predestined connection from a past life; there was no sense of unfamiliarity between us. Her presence made me
instantly forget the tedium and boredom of writing alone.

The next day, I took her to visit the department where I was going for further training and observation, and then picked her up after work.

In the days that followed, we did this every day, inseparable in our spare time. Outsiders would definitely think we
were a couple. Lan continued to quietly and diligently do things for me; before, she only took care of me, but now
she also took care of Xue'er.

Perhaps because Xue'er wasn't used to the contrast between the air conditioning in the southern rooms and the humid heat outside,
she caught a cold and fever on her first weekend in Shenzhen. I took meticulous care of her, and she was so touched that she snuggled into my arms and didn't want to leave.

We naturally became a couple, and before she had fully recovered, we had sex. It was the first time I had touched a woman's body
in . I was both pent-up with desire and unable to resist, and I also had to take care of her weakness,
making love very difficult.

Xue'er noticed and weakly bit my ear, saying, "I'll repay you properly when I get better..."

Xue'er has a special charm; when she's affectionate, she's like a pool of water, and when she comforts you, she's
as selfless and meticulous as a mother. These two qualities are most fully manifested in our lovemaking. Since we started sleeping together
, the hotel bed was almost always a mess. One weekend, we bought cooked food and snacks and
didn't leave the room for a whole day and night.

Xue'er and I are both uninhibited and love trying new games. For example, she let me urinate inside her vagina.
It was difficult at first, but I managed it eventually. She also said she wanted to experience what it felt like to urinate in her mouth, but afterwards she said
it wasn't anything special… The hotel room was filled with traces of our lovemaking. That weekend, because my thrusting
was too vigorous, my penis accidentally bent, leaving bruising and swelling under the glans, which made Xue'er feel distressed
for a long time.

One day the following week, Xue'er told me that she had just learned that a childhood friend was also in Shenzhen and had married a wealthy young man. She wanted
to meet her and asked me for a day off. Naturally, I didn't say anything and told her to have fun and be careful.

When she returned the next day, Xue'er was still excited about meeting her childhood friend. It's understandable; after all, they hadn't seen each other for
many years . This time, her childhood friend went back to her hometown to visit relatives and only found out that Xue'er was in Shenzhen. Since her
own home was in Shenzhen, she immediately flew back without hesitation.

Xue'er's childhood friend has a rather masculine name: Fei (meaning "fly"). Xue'er told me they
chatted all night under the same blanket on the same bed—it was so much fun… As I listened to her endlessly recounting their childhood and their inseparable
friendship, I casually asked, "So you must have told her about us, right?"

Xue'er said, "Of course! I told her a lot of details about us. She said she wants to meet you. Would you like to
?" I said sure, and you could arrange a time.

We met soon after. Fei was 1.69 meters tall, with short hair, and looked very cool. She had a firm bottom,
but her chest wasn't as full as Xue'er's. She acted as our host, treating us to seafood, and then we went back to her place, which was
the most luxurious private residence I had seen so far.

Fei's husband was a Hong Kong businessman and wasn't home much. When we were at their house, he was on a business trip in North America
. It was just the three of us in the spacious mansion. The nanny had already been sent away. We drank, chatted, laughed, and
joked around...

You know how alcohol can make you act recklessly. When we drank too much, we lost our composure and said whatever came to mind. Xue'er wasn't reserved
at all ; the two of them truly had complete trust in each other.

In this atmosphere, Fei and I naturally became familiar with each other as well, and the three of us started talking in a lighthearted manner.
Xue'er was the wildest; she plopped down on my lap as she spoke, and I, no longer restrained, started French kissing her right in front of
Fei Fei laughed and said, "Do you want to go inside?"

Xue'er said, "Come on, darling!" She even encouraged me, "Why don't you pull her over here!"

I didn't hesitate and pulled Fei over. Because of the sudden movement, Fei lost her balance and
instinctively , which accidentally landed between Xue'er's legs and on my swollen penis...

Fei was also aroused and said in a panic, "Look at how you two have teased me."

And so, the three of us were intertwined, the atmosphere becoming suffocatingly lewd.

Xue'er's tongue was in my mouth, my hand was on Fei's buttocks, and what surprised me most was that Fei's mouth was pressed
against Xue'er's breast. Later we learned that Fei had bisexual tendencies; she especially liked voluptuous women, but
she had never experienced it.

In the humid May air of Shenzhen, the three of us, in a luxurious private residence, staged
a threesome, a game we'd never experienced before—quite avant-garde for its time.

Soon, we were all naked. Fei held my penis, utterly captivated, murmuring,
"Xue'er told me it was amazing, and I thought she was just bragging, but now it seems it really is..." He then
swallowed it whole.

Although Xue'er and I had been more aroused first, we both knew Fei was the master, so we genuinely wanted to
satisfy . I picked her up, Xue'er held onto my penis, and the three of us went into the bedroom.

Fei's bedroom was tastefully decorated, with numerous mirrors. Besides the headboard and the wardrobe against the wall,
there were even mirrors on the ceiling above the bed. No matter whether you were lying down, standing, or sitting, you could see yourself and your partner from different angles,
which added considerable excitement and spice to our sex life. Xue'er wasn't inherently lesbian, but those involved in art tend
to be more avant-garde than most. She didn't resist Fei's caresses and kisses, and eventually even began to enjoy them.

Fei lay on his back on the bed, his arms wrapped around Xue'er's naked upper body, his mouth frantically
searching for , one hand frantically reaching for my penis.

Xue'er and I were both deeply aroused. I couldn't control myself; I thrust my hard penis deep into Fei's
pubic area. She let out a cry, her open mouth silenced by Xue'er's tongue, which had been groaning for a while. Watching the two
women 's tongues intertwine, I went mad.

Fei's screams and volume synchronized with the rapidity and force of my thrusts. Fei's nipples hardened, and her vagina
began spasm. I knew she was about to climax. Just as I was about to ejaculate, I pulled my penis out and quickly positioned
it against Fei's mons pubis. The semen, squeezed through the vas deferens, shot out like an arrow, slapping against Xue'er and Fei's faces
... This long-distance ejaculation technique was taught to me by Sister Ping years ago; she liked to taste the semen immediately.

Xue'er and Fei were stunned by this sudden burst of nectar. By the time they reacted, a second had passed.
They both screamed simultaneously with extreme lewdness, as if stimulated, or perhaps cheering for my method of
release. I collapsed heavily onto Fei, and Xue'er lay down beside me. Sweat and semen
clung to our bodies, and I could feel Fei's genitals still trembling, her lower body instinctively
arching .

For the next week, the three of us indulged in this way every day. My stamina is good, but I
can't withstand the constant exploitation of two greedy women. Fortunately, Xue'er and Fei found their own enjoyment. From
being clumsy at the beginning to becoming adept later, the two of them were still enjoying themselves when I was out of ammunition. It was from then on that
I learned how lesbians make love and learned to appreciate the beauty in it. Women at that time are really very
beautiful!

Xue'er's training was about to end. On the last night, the three of us did not go crazy again, but sat together and
talked warmly. The two women in front of us were the ones we were most reluctant to part with. I went back to the hotel first, leaving the last time
for them to be alone.

The next day, we took Xue'er to the airport. Fei and I did not meet alone again. I was careful. This was
for Xue'er, whom I liked, and also to prevent Fei from looking down on men. They are both wonderful women.

(X) The orchids exuding a faint fragrance

I don't know if it was because of the climate and food in the south, or the desire and
indulgence , but in short, my sexual desire was particularly strong during that short time in Shenzhen.

The first weekend after Xue'er left, Lan took me to Dameisha and Xiaomeisha. The humidity wasn't too high that day, and
the salty sea breeze felt like it was washing my insides clean. My feet were immersed in the seawater, the coolness spreading from my toes throughout
my body… Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Lan stealing glances at me.

During lunch, Lan suddenly asked me, "Brother, do you miss Xue'er?" She didn't know about the
threesome ; she only knew that Xue'er and I were inseparable.

I looked at her and nodded, tacitly agreeing.

"Xue'er is so beautiful…" Lan seemed to be talking to herself, then added, "But you're a handsome guy too!"

I still didn't say anything, just smiled at her earnest expression. Lan wanted to say something more, but hesitated, then turned and
bought two boxes of ice cream. She was very understanding.

Looking at the sea has a special healing effect on me when I'm feeling down. That day, Lan and I strolled along the beach for a long time before
returning very late. A cool evening breeze swept through, and I asked Lan with concern if she was cold. She shook her head, then quickly nodded.
I hugged her and asked, "How about this?" She smiled. Suddenly, I noticed her beauty—a beauty that stemmed not only from
her meticulous care and tireless efforts these past few days, but also from that fleeting, radiant smile.

Romantic feelings don't always have to be based on love. Sometimes, a glance, a scent, a gesture,
even a turn… can stir ripples in the heart. Lan came into my view just as I hugged her, her
radiant smile revealing a contentment, happiness, excitement, and unease. Beneath the ripples, an undercurrent began
to stir. I felt a hidden impulse, and I heard myself saying to Lan, "Thank you! You're so kind!"

What Lan seemed to want to say that day, I never heard again. The fleeting ambiguity and impulse of that night
didn't lead to anything concrete between us. Lan had to return to the editorial department to report on her work. With her
guidance and introduction, I had a fairly good understanding of Shenzhen, and she really didn't need to keep running around for me. We
kept in touch by phone from time to time, and we even had a meal together before I left Shenzhen, but that was the only time we were really
close .

(XII) Shenzhen, the Cradle of "Mistresses"

When I wanted to do in-depth reporting on the special economic zone, I naturally couldn't avoid the social
phenomena , and the "mistress" phenomenon was one of them.

After being closed for many years, China's gates reopened in this city on the southern border.
In addition to advanced ideas and technologies, Westernized lifestyles followed. The economies of Shenzhen and Hong Kong were interdependent,
but the order was not like it is now. Shenzhen's development depended on Hong Kong's prosperity.

Every day, many trucks traveled between Hong Kong and Shenzhen, and Hong Kong businessmen also took advantage of the preferential
conditions to open companies and start businesses. When these Hong Kong people came to Shenzhen, while starting their businesses, they also built
"love nests" for themselves and kept mainland girls as temporary wives.

Based on a friend's recommendation, I visited several Cantonese language classes, supposedly where it's easier to meet mistresses.
These mainland girls diligently study "Cantonese" to better communicate with Hong Kong people.

I visited several classes and asked several girls who looked like mistresses, but they all
refused after I explained my intention to interview them. I understand, as this is a socially and publicly despised
profession. Only Juanzi readily agreed and even took me to her dormitory.

She and three other mistresses lived in an apartment, their rent
paid by their Hong Kong boyfriends, along with monthly living expenses and other financial and material benefits. Some boyfriends were quite strict,
imposing requirements on their mistresses, including restricting their freedom of movement, but in reality, they couldn't truly control them.
Like the nanny group in Anhui, mistresses exchange experiences with each other. Besides,
when their boyfriends are not around, they have plenty of time to consume entertainment or indulge themselves.

The "outdoor houses" built by Hong Kong men in Shenzhen and the mainland have aroused protests from their wives at home.
It is said that some have even taken to the streets to protest, which has almost become a social problem in Hong Kong.

(13) Juanzi, a girl from Hunan

Juanzi was willing to introduce me to the life of a "mistress" because she had decided to leave this circle.
When I met her, her boyfriend came less and less often, and the benefits were naturally not as good as before. Rather than
wasting her youth like this, she would rather make other plans.

Juanzi is 26 years old, from Hunan. She is petite and plump, speaks with a clear voice, and has
the sassiness of a Hunan girl in her every move. When she first came to Shenzhen, she worked in a hair salon for two or three years. Later, she became a "mistress"
and gave up her job. Now, she wants to use the money she has saved in the past two years to open her own hair salon.

On the night of our third meeting, the other mistresses in the room went out to eat and sing with their boyfriends
. I listened to Juanzi continue her story of being a mistress. I asked her if she ever felt lonely, and she said of course.
I asked her to be more specific, and she joked, "Like right now, everyone else has someone to keep them company, but I'm all alone
..."

I suddenly realized something, but I wasn't sure, so I asked indirectly, "Aren't I?"

She clearly didn't believe I was that oblivious: "Are you and I the same as them?!" She rolled her eyes at me after saying that.

Men have a "desire gene" deep down—the gene that lusts after other men's women. This "gene"
often flared up in my life afterward, and I first realized this during my relationship with Juanzi.

After she finished speaking, I said without thinking, "We can become like them!"

Juanzi laughed, gently punched my shoulder with her small hand, and asked, half-jokingly, "You'll take me as your mistress too?"

I grabbed her hand and wouldn't let go.

Juanzi slowly withdrew her hand from mine, lit a cigarette, and exhaled a heavy puff. Her voice was low and
melancholic: "Don't make fun of me! You're just a passerby; how long can you stay here? Even though I'm a
mistress, I still crave lasting warmth. I want to feel at home..."

Her words made me ashamed of my own frivolity. That "desire gene" had ruined my
respect for this Hunan woman before me, and I apologized to her. I looked at her, hoping my eyes could convey a sincere message.

Juanzi smiled and said, "You don't need to take it to heart. I'm used to men having these thoughts. But you're not a
bad person, I know." Her words were more sincere than my eyes, and I found them very comforting.

She took a drag of her cigarette and continued, "I didn't expect any long-term relationship with you, but to be honest
, I did hope to have happiness with you, even if it was just for a moment, a short time. Otherwise, I wouldn't
have agreed to this interview! I'm just so lonely..." Juanzi burst into tears. I handed her a tissue, and she cried out loud.

I comforted her with words, and she felt a little better. Finally, she looked up at me with teary eyes and asked, "
Can you hug me?"

I gently pulled her into my arms, her tears wetting my cheeks. At that moment, I believed that her
loneliness was even deeper than what I saw and felt; at that moment, Juanzi and I seemed to have a certain connection,
a connection that had nothing to do with my "desire gene."

We didn't contact each other for the next two days. My workplace approved my writing outline, and I locked myself in my hotel
room to write. On the third day at noon, someone knocked on the door. When I opened it, there stood
Juanzi, standing gracefully before me. It was clear that Juanzi had dressed up carefully that day, and she looked quite well.

After she came in and saw the mess in my room, she didn't say anything, but quickly tidied up. I
said apologetically, "Don't get your clothes dirty..." She didn't say anything and continued cleaning.

Once everything was settled, she came over and hugged me, tilting her head back to face me, her finger poking my nose as she said, "I'm
going back to my hometown in Hunan the day after tomorrow, so I want to have some fun with you these next two days!" Her tone left
no room for negotiation; she had made her decision, and I had no choice but to comply.

"Where to now?" I asked.

"First, I'll take you to my friend's hair salon for a haircut and massage, and then..."

Before she could finish, I quickly interrupted, "Then I'll treat you to dinner!"

Juanzi deliberately changed her expression: "No, I'll arrange everything for you these next two days, you have to listen to me!" I was speechless. She
suddenly burst into laughter, then said seriously, "I have two reasons why you have to listen to me. First, I'm
older than you. Second, I've been kept by others before, and these next two days I want to experience what it's like to be someone's sugar daddy. Are you willing to be my
sugar daddy ? You can't say no!"

I laughed happily too, thinking that while the first reason wasn't wrong, it wasn't entirely sufficient; the second
reason, however, immediately triggered my desires. Being kept by someone—how novel! So I decided to
experience it .

And so, Juanzi "kept" me for two days. She took me out to eat, to play, bought me clothes (
including underwear), took me to karaoke… At night, she wanted me to massage her, help her bathe, carry her
to the toilet (she even wanted me to help her pee), kiss her entire body, and make her feel good.

Juanzi was a petite beauty with a curvy figure, and her pent-up desires from the past six months were about to
be released in those two days and two nights. The first night, whether it was because I wasn't used to giving up the initiative or because I was overworking my brain writing,
I was unusually weak after ejaculating twice. Juanzi wasn't worried at all. She crawled over and bit my
ear saying, "I have a way, you believe me? Handsome!" After saying that, she laid her naked body on the bed, and I
watched curiously as she prepared to do something.

I saw her spread her legs, one hand playing with her breasts, the other masturbating her genitals, emitting
moans and cries of pleasure that were absolutely breathtaking… Truly, it was the sexiest moaning I had ever heard,
what stimulating scene! My body instantly regained its virility, and I quickly crawled to her side, about to enter her
body, when she hurriedly said to wait. I understood what she meant; she wanted me to wait until just before her orgasm before penetrating her. Sure enough,
this time she experienced consecutive orgasms.

We spent two joyful days together, without anticipation or disappointment, and there was no sadness when we parted. We
wished each other well, and she returned to her hometown, ending her life as a kept
woman .

I thanked her for her honesty and care, and I remembered the intimacy that arose after our physical union. This is…
A kind and capable woman, she made me understand the hardships and
highlights of .

(XIV) Colorful clouds fly south.

Juanzi left, leaving me with emptiness and void. The first two days were hard to get through. Xue'er and I are still in contact,
hoping meet when I return. Fortunately, I have a lot to write. In addition to writing for my unit, I also
submit articles to other newspapers, which fills the time and keeps me from overthinking.

Every night, I go to a Cantonese restaurant near the hotel for dinner, and then take a walk along Shennan Avenue towards
the bustling city center. There are quite a few cultural sights along the way.

At that time, the special zone was significantly different from the mainland in that there were many sexually transmitted disease clinics on the street. When walking on the street at night
, if a beautiful woman came towards me, she would quickly whisper and ask, "Do you need
any services ?" They were a group of people who made money by selling their bodies. Locals called them "chickens".

It's said that when the Special Economic Zone was first established, the first batch of prostitutes came from Shanghai. Many of them, after making enough money,
retired from prostitution and started legitimate businesses with their first pot of gold earned through their bodies. Later came
the hot girls from Hubei, Hunan, and Sichuan. When I was in Shenzhen, it coincided with the peak of the Northeastern girls' popularity.

The first time I went to a karaoke bar (now called KTV) with friends, I was immediately stunned by the scene.

The nightclubs were in the suburbs, and the colorful neon lights gave Shenzhen's nights a decadent and intoxicating atmosphere.
The square outside was crowded with young women, like a market. People singing and having fun would choose their favorites
from among them . The girls would accompany them to eat, drink, and sing. Glasses clinked, bodies pressed together, songs lingered, and
dances were graceful... This was one of the characteristics of the Special Economic Zone back then.

I don't really like to get close to women with complicated backgrounds. It's not that I'm picky or aloof; there are actually quite a few
outstandingly sexy women among them. My only concern is that they might not be clean and might give me diseases. So, whenever I went out, I
mostly observed and watched from the sidelines.

During my time in Shenzhen, I became a regular at a Cantonese restaurant near the hotel. The owner rarely
came himself, entrusting the management to a middle-aged woman from Shaanxi, whom the staff and regular customers called A-Cai. A-Cai was slightly plump,
with a swaying hip as she walked, exuding a mature woman's charm. She was warm and attentive, perfectly suited for her position.

Every time I entered, she would personally lead me to a seat, and over time, the table opposite the bar became my
reserved spot.

After we became acquainted, we would chat occasionally. She was from Xi'an, married, with her husband and children back in her hometown, and had been
working alone in Shenzhen for three years. When I was too tired from writing, I would sit there for an entire evening, just chatting.

She was happy to have company. A-Cai was probably around thirty-six or thirty-seven years old at the time. The way she looked at me
was different ; she never avoided it. When we talked about frivolous topics, she would giggle incessantly and would even playfully pat me.

A-Cai always praised me for being knowledgeable despite my young age, and was very willing to let me give her advice. Eventually, she even
told me about her marital troubles. I patiently answered her questions, and she trusted me more and more, becoming increasingly caring towards me.
Unconsciously, our relationship grew closer. Knowing that I didn't have a fixed schedule for writing, she said I didn't need to eat
at restaurants ; she could bring my food to my hotel room. I didn't stand on ceremony, and that's how she came to my
room.

That day, it was pouring rain with thunder and lightning. She brought me food, and seeing her soaked to the bone, I
was deeply moved. I got her a dry towel to dry her off. Her wet clothes clung to her skin, her full
breasts faintly visible, and the soft light in the room made her look incredibly alluring.

I thanked her as I helped her dry off, and she giggled, asking, "How about I wash here? I can't dry myself
like this ." I said, "Of course."

After showering, A-Cai came out smelling sweet, her wet hair draped over her shoulders, a large bath towel covering
her breasts . I asked if I wanted her a t-shirt, and she laughed, saying, "A t-shirt only covers the top, what about the bottom?

" I said, "Then just leave it naked..." We both laughed and joked, just like usual, being playful. Flirtatious conversations between men and women
often carry an element of ambiguity; men and women who don't like each other wouldn't act like that. My attraction to A-Cai was based on a certain
trust.

Our relationship was like a piece of paper that would tear easily; it seemed delicate before it broke, but the tearing was simple.

A-Cai said her clothes needed to be aired out and she wanted to stay a little longer. I immediately replied, "No
problem all, you can stay here."

The room smelled so good; it was so cozy! A-Cai sat behind me, silently hugging me and resting her head
against my back. I gently stroked her chubby little hand, and she hugged me even tighter. When she spoke again,
her tone and volume were different from usual—a soft, slow melody, as if she were a completely different person.

"I haven't leaned on a man like this in so long… Your back and shoulders are so strong…" I put her
hand to my lips and kissed it. A-Cai was aroused.

I leaned back, her breasts almost touching my face. I looked at her and saw her eyes tacitly
approving of what I was doing. I untied her towel, and a pair of large, white breasts fell out. I took one
nipple into my mouth, eliciting a series of trembling moans from her…

She enjoyed it, her hand simultaneously reaching for my genitals, grabbing my already erect penis through my shorts. "My
darling, you have to fuck me hard today!"

The next morning, we were both exhausted, drenched in sweat. She held up four fingers, panting,
and said, "My darling, four times already, I'm done for..." Ah Cai wiped my
penis , and sighed, "Young men are so much better!"

Based on my years of experience, women from the Northwest are amazing in bed. They're very engaged, understanding, and bold
. A man who marries a woman from the Northwest is truly blessed.

During the three months in the South, my wife and I contacted each other almost daily. I missed her quite a bit, and we even had
phone sex. But once the floodgates of indulgence are opened, once the days of freedom are experienced, it's hard to regain one's scattered
heart in a short time. During those days, I realized a truth: a free atmosphere can indeed enhance and stimulate
the effects of male and female hormones. My wife is wonderful, but she's far away. A person who has indulged will find a thousand reasons to allow themselves to fall into depravity
!

I want to clarify: terms like "degeneration" and "indulgence" are not derogatory to me, but rather objective descriptions of certain
stages . Life should be full of experiences; the road is beneath your feet. The moment you take that first step...
The direction of the journey ahead is already predetermined. And everything you encounter, see, and hear at each stage of life carries
great revelatory and functional significance. They don't appear without reason; their existence is for people
to experience .

Thank you, Xue'er, Fei, Juanzi, and Acai, for allowing me to enjoy and learn so much.

Goodbye, Shenzhen. You are a very important stage in my life's journey.

[The End]

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【The Allure of the Night】(The End) 【Author: Wushanxing】

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