【An Unforgettable Past】(01) Author: daliandan

Author: daliandan
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(Part 1)

When I was on a business trip, I received a call from an acquaintance who said that a friend's daughter had been admitted to
a university in my city and had already been studying for a semester. He hoped I could take care of her when I had time. I readily agreed,
but I didn't really take it seriously.

After returning to the company, I was busy with projects and didn't pay attention to this matter. One day, I suddenly received a call
asking if I was so-and-so. A very young female voice came from the phone. I immediately realized it was that little girl. So

I invited her to dinner. However, I was very busy that day and didn't leave the company until very late.
I apologized on the phone and drove directly to her school. We agreed to meet at her school gate. I didn't really have any thoughts about it,
and even felt a little annoyed. I just had to go because of the acquaintance.

Parking was very difficult at the school gate, and I had a lot of trouble finding an empty spot far away. Then I parked and walked towards the school
gate . From afar, I saw a girl at the school gate with a very good figure and long flowing hair. Suddenly, I
felt an impulse, thinking to myself, "This girl is really nice." I got closer and called her cell phone; it was indeed her.

I quickly apologized and suggested we go eat. She said she'd already eaten; the school cafeteria opened early,
and she knew I was busy, so she ate first. I said no problem, just watch me eat. She smiled gently; she was a very youthful
and pretty girl. It was early spring, and the evening was still a bit chilly. She was wearing a coat over a long dress and
boots.

I could smell she'd just showered. I thought she was a clean and polite girl. Seeing her face was
a little , I quickly drove her to find something to eat.

We found a South Korean restaurant. We ordered some random dishes and told her to help herself. She said she
wasn't hungry , so I started eating without a second thought. She secretly laughed at how messy I was eating.
After a while, suppressing my hunger, I finally took a good look at this girl. She was healthy and full of energy. Her eyes were as pure as
jade . It was a bit hot in the restaurant, so she took off her coat, revealing her full breasts. I don't
know when it happened, but my little brother had already gotten hard. I was determined to get her.

So, while we ate, I told her about my university life. I'm naturally eloquent, and with years of
experience in the workforce, I kept this freshman girl entertained, laughing non-stop. I sensed a
softening in her eyes, a hint of something more, and I secretly cheered.

After the meal, I ordered some takeout for her to take home. She declined. I said I was a student too
. Everyone knows you're out eating; if you don't take something home to appease your dorm mates, things will get tough later.

She didn't insist anymore. I drove her to her dorm, telling her to keep in touch
and call me if she needed anything. Just treat me like your older brother. Then I left.

For a while afterward, we exchanged text messages frequently. Every weekend, I took her out. Gradually,
she started treating me like a younger sister to her older brother, often acting coquettishly.

There happened to be a big project that required me to be away for almost a month. I deliberately didn't call her or reply to
her texts . She was very anxious and called me several times, but I hung up on her. Near my return home, I had dinner with a client and
drank a lot. Although I looked and sounded very drunk, I knew exactly what I was doing. Then, back in
my room , I called her. I spoke to her in a drunken tone.

She screamed on the other end, "Brother, how much have you drunk! Are you okay?"

That was the effect I wanted. Then I started bragging about how hard I worked, how terrible my boss was, and
how awful my client was. We talked on the phone for over an hour, making her teary-eyed.

Then I hung up and went to sleep, satisfied.

The afternoon I told her I was coming home, she called to ask if I was back and wanted to treat me to dinner.

I declined, saying I had to report on business and didn't have time. I could tell she was disappointed and a little sad.

A week later, on the weekend, I suddenly called her and asked her to dinner. She was very happy. I
went to her dorm to pick her up on time. She came downstairs, full of energy. She had taken a shower and smelled wonderful. It was already warm, and she was wearing
a green dress. Her breasts seemed fuller. She was 1.67 meters tall, with long legs, but
slender calves. Very elegant. Looking at her legs made me a little uneasy.

After dinner, we went to a bar. I told her I had to drive and couldn't drink, but she could drink as much as she wanted.

She was very happy that day and drank quite a bit of beer. Then she let her hair down and dragged me to go dancing. I tentatively
took her hand, and she didn't resist. We held hands tightly, and she didn't resist either. I put my hand on her waist,
and she resisted slightly, but I held on firmly, and she gave in.

We didn't leave the bar until very late. She was a little drunk and very tired. I didn't say anything. I made her
fasten her seatbelt and close her eyes to rest. Then we went straight home. It was her first time at my house.
When we were swiping our card at the parking lot at the community entrance, she opened her eyes and asked where this was. I said it was my house. She said no, she wanted to go back to her dorm. I asked
her, "Look at the time, are you still able to get back?" She said no, she had to tell her classmates, otherwise they'd worry
. Then she took out her phone and exclaimed, "Wow, so many missed calls!" Then she started talking to her classmates. I
heard her say, "I won't be going back tonight, I'm staying at a relative's house. Don't worry."

Then she hung up. I thought, "Damn, she's practically begging for my help."

Once inside, I showed her around the rooms. Her family was well-off, so she wasn't hesitant or timid
. She saw a picture of my girlfriend, picked it up with interest, and said, "Your girlfriend? She's very
pretty ." I said, "Yes, she's even prettier in person."

She was a little surprised and said, "Then why don't you marry her?"

I said, "What does a child like you know?" She was a little annoyed and said, "Fine, I won't ask."

I took out my pajamas for her and told her to take a shower. I said, "My girlfriend isn't as tall as you, so you can wear mine.

" At the same time, I took out a pack of unopened underwear and said, "These are new, never used." She blushed and went to shower.

I also went to another bathroom to shower. I quickly got out and brought out drinks and fruit in the living room to wait for her.

She washed for about 40 minutes before coming out barefoot. She walked over, rubbing her hair with a dry towel.

I said, "Put your dirty clothes in the washing machine; I'll wash a whole batch later." She said she had already hand-washed them.

I told her to sit down, have some fruit and a drink. She hummed in agreement and sat
on the single sofa a little distance away, one leg crossed over the other.

A little persistent, she asked again, "Where's your girlfriend?" I didn't answer, lit a cigarette, leaned back on the sofa
, and looked at her. She seemed confused, pouting, and said, "Why are you looking at me?" I made up a lie.
Actually my girlfriend was on a six-month government-sponsored training program in the EU. I said she went abroad to study, didn't want to come back, and broke up with me.

God knows why, I was actually moved by my own words; my eyes reddened, and my voice trembled with tears. She
seemed a little lost. I had handed her the tissue box beforehand, not intentionally, but now it seemed like a crucial
step. I said, "Give me some tissues, I need to wipe my tears." She handed me a few tissues, but I
didn't reach for them, just smoked my cigarette. She had to come over and give them to me. I reached for them, and in doing so, pulled her into my
arms and kissed her. Because she had come from between the coffee table and the sofa, she had no room
to resist . Her legs couldn't struggle in that cramped space, and she fell into my arms. I held her with one arm and
pinned her hands down with the other. I shoved my tongue into her mouth. She tried to turn her head, but my arm held her still.

She made muffled noises, but I ignored her. Her mouth was so soft and smooth, her tongue darting around like a little fish.

I sucked on her lips with my own, while my other hand tried to slip inside her pajamas. She panicked, but her legs
were blocked by the coffee table, and one of her hands was blocked by my arm from the crook of her arm, rendering it useless. She could only
futilely resist with one hand. She must have regretted wearing my pajamas; those wide-open
pajamas made it easy for my hand to slip inside. I grabbed one of her breasts, and I
will never forget the soft, jade-like feeling.

She twisted her body, trying to escape, which loosened the belt. Taking advantage of the situation, I pushed her
pajamas , revealing her thighs and chest. I moved her onto the sofa. Her
legs were pinned by the coffee table, leaving her unable to resist and forced to lie down. Now I could use both hands to take her. I straddled her lap,
sitting on her thighs, pressing down on her thighs, and pulled her pajamas open completely. Her breasts sprang out, white, large, and
very firm, with small nipples and areolas. The nipples were pink and already erect. At this
point she began to beg me to let her go. I said I liked her so much, from the first moment I saw her. She said she had
a girlfriend. I asked her if she had a boyfriend. She shook her head. The girlfriend I mentioned had broken up with me. "Will you be
my girlfriend?" she asked. She said, "But you're six years older than me." I said, "Is that a problem? I know you
like ." She said it was different. I said there was no difference. Then I lowered my head and kissed her. She turned her face
away, avoiding my mouth, but this only exposed her most sensitive areas: her ear and neck. I breathed on them, kissed them, and sucked,
making her gasp for breath.

I grabbed both her wrists with one hand and used the other to knead her breasts. Her eyes were closed, her
hair disheveled, covering half her face. I pushed her hands over her head,
pinned her elbows with my arm, and buried my face in her nipples and breasts. She gasped heavily, whispering, "Please, let
me go." I ignored her. I took turns sucking and kneading her breasts. She begged me, "Let me go, get off me, my
legs are numb from being on you."

I stood up from her, picked her up, and she clung tightly to my
neck, afraid of falling. I threw her onto the bed. She tried to escape to the other side, but I jumped over and pinned her down,
letting out a scream. I quickly silenced her with a kiss.

And so began the battle on the bed. I held her wrists down with one hand. Because they were stacked together, it
hurt her, so she didn't dare to resist. I grabbed her knees with my other hand and pulled them apart forcefully.
The pain caused her to open her legs, and I lay between them, pressing down on her. She had no choice
but spread.

I continued kissing her neck, gently biting her ear, licking her armpits (they only had one or two hairs, very
clean , and odorless), and licking her breasts. She kept her eyes closed and breathing heavily. I turned her over
, pinned her hands behind her back, grabbed her wrists with one hand, and then used the other hand to pull down her pajamas. Now she was
naked from the waist up, wearing only her underwear.

I tried to pull down her underwear, but she stuck her buttocks up, making it difficult for me. I took the opportunity to reach
forward and touch her genitals. She quickly lay down again, pressing down on my hand. This happened several times. I realized it wasn't working.

So I released her hands and grabbed her underwear with both hands, pulling it down. She immediately rolled over and grabbed the waistband with both hands.

I had no choice but to lie down and pin her down again, continuing to hold her hands down while using my other hand to pull down her pants. She had already
drunk a lot of alcohol and danced for half a day, so she was already very tired, and after taking a hot shower, her whole body was exhausted.

She was only resisting on a woman's instinct, and she couldn't withstand the torment of a 25 or 26-year-old young man like this.

After a few tries, her panties were already pulled down to mid-thigh. But to take them off completely, I had to use
both hands, because she was tall and I couldn't hold her hands down with one hand while pulling her pants
down .

So I turned her over again, pinned her hands behind her back, and sat on her hands to hold them down, which made it easy
to pull down her panties.

To breathe, her face was turned to the side, and I proudly waved my panties in front of her. She closed her eyes and sighed
. Strangely, once a woman's panties are taken off, she seems to resign herself to her fate and no longer resists. She just
lay , waiting for the man to play with her. I quickly took off my underwear, spread her legs, and
began to examine her genitals.

She had very little pubic hair, concentrated on her mons pubis. Her labia minora were hidden inside her labia majora, with only a small portion
showing. Her entire vulva was a healthy pink. I patted the inside of her thighs, signaling her to open her legs wider, and
she obediently complied.

Then I licked her clitoris. She trembled all over, saying no, it didn't feel right. I said, "Baby, you
're still a virgin. Listen to your brother, it will feel great." Then I licked up and down her vulva,
teasing her vaginal opening and clitoris with the tip of my tongue, while simultaneously rubbing her nipples with my hands.

She kept writhing, saying no, no. At this moment, she was as obedient as a lamb.

I told her to turn over and kneel, and she obediently complied.

I licked her vulva from behind, while my hand reached around to touch her clitoris. She had never experienced anything like this before.
The stimulation was intense. I could hear her moans quicken and intensify, and see her hands gripping the sheets. This indicated she was starting
to enjoy it.

As I licked her genitals, I alternately rubbed her clitoris and nipples with both hands, causing her to become very aroused. I could see
her anus contracting repeatedly; this was her physiological response, as the vagina and anus involuntarily
contract when she felt very comfortable.

I made her lie down. I whispered, "I won't hurt you. I like you, and I'll marry you after you graduate." I
asked, "Are you comfortable?" She closed her eyes and nodded slightly. I said, "I promise I won't take your virginity unless
you want to." She opened her eyes in surprise and said, "Really?" I nodded. I said, "But you have to listen to your brother."

I took her hand and guided it to touch my penis. She was shy and pulled away after touching it briefly. I said, "This is
a step you have to take, it's nothing." Only then, under my guidance, did she take my penis. But she just held it.

I straddled her neck, put my penis near her mouth, and asked her to lick it. She refused, saying it was dirty. I said, "If you lick
my little brother, I won't want your virginity." She had no choice but to open her mouth and take my glans in, her face
as red as if had drunk something.

I said, "You have to lick it with your tongue, like sucking on jelly." Her face turned even redder. She only sucked very weakly. But
it felt good too. After all, it's very enjoyable to have a beautiful virgin give you oral sex. My little brother
got very big and hard from her sucking and my sense of accomplishment. She spat it out and said, "What happened?
It got bigger and harder." I said, "That's called an erection." She was shy. I encouraged her, saying, "Look carefully,
touch it .

You'll be a woman and a mother sooner or later. There's nothing to be shy about."

She turned her head to look, and I let her touch it with her hand. As soon as she touched it, my little brother jumped,
and chuckled, "It can move!"

I said, "Yes, it moves a lot."

I saw she was relaxed, so it seemed like I could handle it. I lay on top of her and suckled her breasts.

She closed her eyes and started moaning. I put my mouth to hers, and she opened her mouth to kiss me. While
kissing her, I caressed her breasts, waist, and thighs. Her reaction was the normal response of an aroused woman.

So I lay between her legs and pressed my penis against her vaginal opening. She asked, "What are you doing?" I said, "I'm letting you
simulate sex." She said, "You promised you wouldn't take it away." I said, "Yes, don't worry, I keep my word.
I just want you to know the procedure.

" I pushed her legs up, exposing her entire vulva.

I rubbed my penis back and forth inside her vagina, coating it with her juices. While she was enjoying it, I
thrust in. The feeling was amazing.

You feel the insertion as a world-shaking sensation, you feel the heavens and earth parting in front of your glans
, like a cloak cutting through waves, like the bow of a ship parting the water. It was amazing. It was so smooth, so
tight , so warm, so moist. With her eyes closed and a sob in her voice, she said, "It hurts, it hurts, get out, get out.
" How could I listen to her? I thrust

all the way in. My whole body pressed against hers. She kept crying out in pain. I didn't care. I started thrusting into her. As I fucked her, I said, "Relax,
spread your legs and it won't hurt so much." She did as I said, still crying out in pain. Between sobs, she said, "You're a liar, you
're a liar." I said, "Darling, this is your first lesson as a woman. Never believe
what a man says in bed.

" Her vagina tightly enveloped me. This beautiful young woman frowned, her eyes closed, sobbing
and panting with each thrust. Touching the mature, healthy body of a 19-year-old girl, I felt the beauty of
youth .

Her thighs were long, from her hips to her ankles. My hands didn't want to leave; they were so smooth, so beautiful. I pulled
my penis out to check; there was no blood. Actually, in today's world, virgin blood is impossible. Running and
cycling can break a hymen. I knew this girl was a virgin.

I made her turn over and kneel, then, holding her buttocks, I thrust into her vagina. Seeing her grip the sheets
tightly , I felt a great sense of accomplishment.

She had a great figure; her full breasts swayed with each thrust. I
massaged . As I fucked her, I said, "Baby, from today onwards you're a woman, a young woman
, my woman. You're a woman with a man now." This resonated with her. Her vagina
seemed to quickly become more aroused. I was overjoyed, smeared saliva on my finger, and inserted it into her anus. She
was terrified and said, "What are you doing? Get out, you're disgusting." I said, "Nothing, I love you, from now on you're my wife.

I'm going to properly develop you." She said, "Who's your wife?" I said, "You're naked right now, with my penis inside
your most intimate place, and you're still denying you're my wife while panting?" She was speechless. Women are auditory
creatures .

Hearing a man say that she's been fucked, that she's his woman, her will is drawn to him. I felt I
had conquered her both physically and psychologically. While I was fucking her, I slapped her buttocks, turning her snow-white
bottom red.

Because it was her first time, I was afraid of hurting her, so I didn't fuck her for long before ejaculating inside her
.

Satisfied, I lay down beside her, touching her breasts and saying, "You're perfect, I love you." Then
I pulled her into my arms, gently kissing and caressing her. She seemed to enjoy this tenderness, lying on my chest with her eyes closed,
one hand on my chest. I stroked her back; her skin was smooth and soft, truly a pleasure. I noticed
she was still; looking closely, I realized she had fallen asleep. After all that, she was exhausted.

I laid her down and covered her with the blanket. I also lay down beside her and fell asleep.

The next morning, I vaguely felt an itch in my nose. I finally opened my eyes; she was awake,
scratching my nostrils with her long hair.

She was overjoyed to see me awake. I grabbed her and pinned her down, causing her to scream.

I, meanwhile, was experiencing morning erection, my penis rock hard. I seized the opportunity, straddling her, pressing against her warm vagina, and
struggling to penetrate.

She continued to cry out in pain, but I persisted, driving straight in.

I cupped her hands with my own, exposing her entire body.

As I fucked her, I looked into her eyes. She looked back at me, and I whispered, "From last night onwards, you
're my woman. Move in with me from now on." She replied, "No way! You want me fired?"

I released her hands, letting her wrap her arms around my neck and kiss me. She closed her eyes, pressing herself tightly against me.

I whispered in her ear, "I've been planning this day since the first night I saw you."

She whispered back, "You're so scary. I never imagined you'd take advantage of me. You're such a good actor.
Tell me, what are your plans for me?"

I said, "No, I just want to treat you well and wait for you to graduate. If you still like me then, we'll get married." She

sighed and said, "That's a long way off."

At this point, we were both a little aroused. While I was thrusting into her, I asked if it still hurt. She said
it wasn't as bad as last night. I asked again, "Is it comfortable?" She nodded.

We made love like a couple, lingering until noon before getting dressed and going out for lunch.

In the car, she asked me worriedly, "Could I be pregnant?" I asked her when her last period was. She
was confused . I said, "Then you'll have to take birth control pills." She thought about it and reluctantly agreed.

At the restaurant, as she took the pills, she glared at me fiercely and said, "I hate you." I grabbed her hand, put
her fingers in my mouth, and sucked on them one by one. She couldn't help but collapse into my arms.

As I ran my fingers through her hair, I said, "If you hate me, just kill me." She whispered, "
You think I wouldn't dare?" I kissed her ear and said, "I'm not afraid of being killed by you. I've made you my woman;
even if I die, it's worth it." She turned to me and said, "How many women have you said these things to?"

I said, "Including you, I only have two women. As long as you don't leave me, I won't say these things to a third
woman." She said, "Okay, tell me about your girlfriend."

After dinner, I took her shopping for clothes. I offered to pay, but she firmly refused. She said, "I have money; I
won't spend yours." I said, "Your money comes from your parents." She said, "It's only right that I spend my parents' money;
what does it mean for me to spend yours?" I fell silent.

That afternoon, I accompanied her shopping; I was very tired. Then we found a quiet teahouse by a lake.

We sat by the lake, enjoying the tranquility of a early summer afternoon. Looking at the girl beside me, I felt
a pang of envy, a feeling of pure bliss. We didn't go out for dinner until dark. I said I wanted to drink,
so drove home and found a restaurant near my house. I think we ate boiled fish. I drank a lot that day

, and ended up completely drunk. She couldn't help it and didn't dare mention going back to school. She helped me home. I
said a hot shower would make me feel better. But I pretended I couldn't even undress myself, so she had to
fill the bathtub with water and help me undress. She blushed as she helped me. I helped her take off
my underwear. She shyly knelt down and helped me take it off. I, emboldened by the alcohol, stripped her naked and
we took a bath together. She looked at me and said, "You lied to me again. You weren't drunk at all. Why are you so
suspicious ?"

I said, "I can't help it." I've never been pretty or good at talking since I was little. I always got less candy than the other
kids . Would you be with me if I didn't use some tricks? She chuckled and said, "You're just good with words." After laughing, she
cupped my face and said, "You drank too much today. Don't drink like that anymore,
it's bad for your health." Women, no matter how old, change once they consider themselves your woman. This pampered girl
actually cared about me like this. I kissed her fiercely. We made love in the bathtub.

Many people think making love in the bathtub is great, but it's actually not comfortable at all. First, even if the woman is very aroused,
her vagina will have a lot of friction because of the water, making penetration and thrusting unpleasant.

I tried a few times, but it wasn't comfortable, so I gave up. I just held her and lay in the water, kissing and caressing her
body.

She enjoyed lying in my arms, letting me do as I pleased. I let her grab my penis with her hand; since she had already
lost her virginity, she wasn't so shy anymore. So I taught her how to masturbate me. She said, "Why do you need to learn this?"

I said you can do it for me when you have your period. She blushed and said, "Pah, you pervert." But she still
obediently awkwardly used her gloved hand to stroke my penis.

After a while, my drunkenness wore off, and we went to bed. I lay down and said to her, "Wife, let's
do 69." She said, "What's 69?" I said, "It's when you lie on top of me and give me oral sex, and I lick your
vulva and anus at the same time." She said no. I said, "Come on, it feels good." She had no choice but to follow my instructions and get on
top of me. I first guided her to give me oral sex, licking my glans and testicles. I guided and encouraged her, telling her to use
her lips and tongue and absolutely not her teeth. But the little thing deliberately bit my glans, making me scream in pain.

She said, "Now you know what pain is, right? Last night I was in so much pain and you ignored me, I'll bite you to death."

I said, "That's different. It's necessary for you to feel pain, no matter who or when you do it with me, you'll feel pain. You bit
me because you were maliciously retaliating." She said, "I did retaliate, so what? You're not happy? I'll bite you again." I was so scared I kept
begging for mercy .

Only then did the little thing gently lick me. I started licking her anus and vagina, my hands around her waist,
stroking her smooth, flat, and taut belly. She was aroused; as my tongue teased her vaginal opening, she
swallowed and released my penis more frequently. I slipped my tongue into her vaginal opening, tasting the sour smell and
a musky scent. In my experience, healthy women secrete this scent when aroused.

So I increased the frequency and intensity of my teasing of her genitals, while simultaneously inserting a finger into her anus.

I knew that having her anus plugged at this moment would increase her pleasure. Her anus spasmed rapidly,
squeezing out a large gush of hot, salty, somewhat fragrant liquid from her vagina.

At the same time, she suddenly spat out my penis, rested her head on my legs, gripped my ankles tightly with both hands,
groaned in pain, and trembled uncontrollably. I knew she had reached orgasm. I then frantically
teased her clitoris with my tongue and sucked on her labia minora with my lips.

Women are naturally very sensitive during orgasm, and this intense stimulation made her gasp for breath and
beg me to stop. I put her down; she was limp.

I told her, "You've had an orgasm. Congratulations, you're a real woman now."

She was too weak to answer. I knew she would feel incredibly good at this moment. So I
spread her legs and thrust in. It was slippery, hot, and tight inside. Her body tensed, and she let out
a moan.

With each thrust, her head swayed from side to side, like a dancer tossing their head. She couldn't help but
hook my neck.

I taught her to hold my buttocks and push in rhythm with my movements. At first, she wasn't quite sure how, but she quickly got the hang of
it. We started to coordinate, and her moans began to have rhythm. Her moans
were beautiful , low and delicate. While I was having sex with her, I said very lewd things to stimulate her. These words made her
both ashamed and excited.

Soon she arched her body, pressing her genitals tightly against me, her hands moving from her buttocks to my back, her whole body
pressed against me. Her head rested on my shoulder, biting it gently, but the
sensation of pain and itch was wonderful.

After a while, she tilted her head back, letting out muffled moans, while her hands gripped my back.

I felt her vagina tighten, the tender flesh squeezing my penis. I felt I was about to ejaculate. I said,
"Wife , I'm going to ejaculate, I want to ejaculate inside you, give me a baby, okay?" She gritted her teeth and said, "Go ahead and ejaculate.
" I asked, "Does it feel good?" She nodded with her eyes closed.

I told her to moan loudly if she felt good, and to let her husband hear. As I thrust into her harder, she let out a sobbing
moan and pressed herself even closer to me. Suddenly, she bit my shoulder hard, and I cried out in pain
, ejaculating immediately. She trembled, clinging to me, biting my shoulder as if
sobbing . I knew she had reached another orgasm.

We didn't separate for a long time. She was covered in sweat, my sweat mingling with hers. She
lay motionless. I knew that at this moment she needed a man's tenderness the most. So I gently stroked her and kissed her.
She closed her eyes and nestled in my arms like a kitten. I knew that familiarity breeds affection. It's impossible for a woman not to
develop feelings for the man who sexually satisfies her. I

don't know how much time passed. She stirred in my arms, and I immediately woke up. She was awake, but still lay in my arms with
her eyes closed , rubbing her palm against my chest. I silently enjoyed this wonderful
moment. Suddenly, she opened her eyes, lifted her chin, looked at me, and said, "You really like me?" I brushed the hair from her
cheek and said, "Silly girl, of course I like you, I really like you." She remained silent. After a while, she
asked again, "What will you do if your girlfriend comes back to you?" My heart suddenly ached. Facing such a
beautiful and innocent girl, I suddenly felt incredibly shameless. I took a deep breath and said, "She won't come back.

She's going to settle abroad.

" She asked, "Do you love her? "

I said, "Yes.

" "Then why don't you go abroad with her?"

"I don't like abroad. Everything I want is here."

"But shouldn't love involve self-sacrifice?"

I was speechless. I could only gently stroke her hair.

She asked again, "Will you do the same for me in the future?" I couldn't speak, I could only lower my head and kiss her
forehead. My heart was racing, like watching a six-month-long contract about to slip away.

She turned over, lying on her side with her back to me. I hugged her from behind, pressing tightly against her, afraid she would
suddenly disappear. She whispered, "I know you still love your girlfriend, otherwise you wouldn't have kept her picture."

If she comes back to you, are you still going to be with her? Just pretend nothing ever happened between us.

My heart was in turmoil. "You beast," I cursed myself inwardly. I pressed my lips tightly against her head.
After a long while I finally said, "Darling, I really love you. If you're willing, I'll be good to you for the rest of my life.

" She shook her head and said, "You men are all the same." I was surprised she would say such a thing. She continued, "
My dad doesn't want my mom anymore. He found a lover outside and doesn't come home for half a year. My mom was so angry she wanted to commit suicide.

My mom told me, never trust a man's words." She suddenly turned over, looked at me, and said, "I know you
're not a bad person. I like being with you." I finally couldn't hold back anymore and hugged her tightly. At that moment, I would
do anything for her!

I asked her, "What do you like about me?"

A childlike smile immediately appeared on her face: "You're humorous, thoughtful, tolerant, and you know
a lot. I've heard about you before. Our houses are on the same street. So I called you to
see what you're like." Then she told me that she had been taught by the same teachers who taught me from elementary school to high school,
and she knew me very well. Listening to her story, my thoughts were taken back to my childhood home.

I got up and poured her a glass of water. She leaned against the headboard and drank it all, then handed me the glass, saying, "Sometimes you're just like
my dad." I said, "Oh? Am I that old?" She said, "No, my dad also often brought me water to my bedside
. I tell my dad a lot of things, not my mom." At this point, her eyes dimmed. She
sighed said, "My mom is so pitiful. But I can't bring myself to hate my dad. I used to hate that woman so much. Several times I
wanted to ask my classmates to kill her. Once I saw her and her son on the street, and I almost rushed over to hit her.
If my classmate hadn't pulled me back, we would have definitely started fighting in the street.

" I said, "Should I get someone to cripple her?" She shook her head and said, "No need. This has nothing to do with you. Besides
, aren't I the other woman now?" Feelings are complicated. I feel
sorry for that girl now. Blame my dad.

I never imagined this seemingly innocent girl had so many stories, so much
maturity beyond her years. Thinking about my actions, my heart aches, and I'm determined not to
hurt her again.

I forced a smile and said, "Let's talk about something happy. You see, I'm almost dying of worry." She smiled
and said, "Yeah. Is there anything fun about your job?" I said, "My job is to run projects, find
funding, and do projects. I'm basically a pushover. There's no fun in it." She sighed and said, "Yeah, I don't even know
what I'll do after graduation." I said, "It's still early. I'll help you integrate into society in the next few years." She nodded. Seeing her
melancholy, I tried to change the subject and asked, "Did anyone pursue you at school?"

She nodded and said, "Several. Some were in my year, and some were upperclassmen. It's quite annoying." Seeing her
smugness , I pressed for more details.

She told me how the boys pursued her. From the classroom to the cafeteria to the bathhouse to the study room, there were always a few
boys following her. She said two boys were the most persistent. Before I arrived, they would
wait for her outside her dorm every weekend night. This made her afraid to go out. Even when she did go out, she had to go in groups with her dorm sisters. She
recounted with great amusement how, on her first Christmas, those two boys each held a bouquet of flowers at the dorm entrance.
Wait. The two almost got into a fight. A lot of people watched, making her afraid to go downstairs for days, and she had to have her
friends . I also told her about how I pursued my girlfriend. She listened with great interest, occasionally
asking questions. We sat on the bed like that, her hugging a large pillow, and me leaning against the headboard, chatting happily
until we were too sleepy to keep our eyes open. That night, we were truly young.

The faint sounds of people downstairs woke me. I looked at the clock; it was past 10. On a Sunday morning,
the low, monotonous sounds of the city outside made the quietness inside feel even more precious. Strong sunlight streamed through the curtains onto
the floor , dust motes danced in the air, and a cool breeze occasionally lifted the curtains, revealing
the glistening green leaves outside. From the bed, I could see the colorful tropical fish swimming silently in the aquarium in the living room.

She was still fast asleep, lying on her side. For the first time, I admired her body up close, without any desire. Her

waist was slender yet strong, flowing gracefully downwards to form full, shapely
hips .

Her hips were perfect: white, tender, large, and firm. I leaned closer to observe her anus and
vagina from behind.

Clean, impeccably clean. A healthy pink hue permeated the skin. Her thighs were like
shuttles , tapering gradually from the groin downwards, like ivory. Her calves were sculpted,
the connection between her calves and ankles exquisitely defined, the Achilles tendon prominently displayed. According to French bloodline theory,
such a person possessed noble lineage. I've believed this theory since I first encountered it. I would never
develop lasting affection for a woman with imperfect calves. I remember as a child I would scrutinize
my own calves in the mirror from every angle, fearing to find any trace of inferiority.

Her arms were long, her shoulders broad, the kind of figure that looked like a clothes hanger—beautiful. Her arms
were slender and well-proportioned, yet radiating the health of a young girl. Her fingers were long and slender, like delicate scallions.

She lay on her side, her already firm and full breasts pressed together, creating a deep cleavage. Her small
nipples stood erect. I couldn't help but fantasize about her bearing my child.

I tiptoed out of the bedroom, closed the door, and went to the balcony to breathe deeply the fresh
air . Then I started cleaning. As I was wiping the floor, drenched in sweat, someone suddenly hugged me from behind. I
was startled.

She had woken up sometime earlier and came out naked. Her warm body pressed tightly against me,
her breasts against my back, soft, warm, and very comfortable. She pressed her face against my back, her gentle
breath blowing away the sweat, tickling and soothing.

I stood motionless, mopping, enjoying the love and affection of this young woman. The wind
billowed , making them flutter as if bewitched. The only sound in the room was the low hum of the oxygen pump in the aquarium.

After what seemed like an eternity, she gently bit my shoulder, her tongue caressing my skin. She
grasped my penis from behind, gently and slowly stroking it. Her fingers lightly
slid along the glans and coronal sulcus. I quickly became aroused, rock hard. She turned around, knelt in front of me, and proactively
put my penis in her mouth.

Cleverly, she quickly learned how to arouse me without immediately ejaculating. She held my
penis with one hand, sucking and swallowing, while the other hand worked on my anus. For the first time, I felt
incredibly pleasurable being oral sex while a woman inserted her fingers into my anus.

I guessed she gleaned from the pleasure of simultaneous oral sex and vaginal penetration

that I would also enjoy this. A clever girl. My fingers rubbed through her hair,
suppressing intense pleasure. She suddenly stopped, looked at me without a word, her eyes filled with love and passion.
She turned around, gripping the sofa armrest, sticking her buttocks out, and glanced back at me. I walked over and
thrust into her already wet vagina. She let out a long moan.

Her vagina was very tight, especially when I was standing; the pleasure was even more intense than when I was kneeling on the bed.

She held onto the sofa with one hand, and hooked her other arm around my neck. I gripped her
waist and thrust into her forcefully.

She moaned loudly, matching my thrusts. I freed one hand to caress her breasts, which
excited her even more. After a while, I started playing with her clitoris. Her clitoris was already swollen to the size of a mung bean.

After fighting like this for a while, I gestured for her to turn around, lean against the sofa, and lift one leg so I
could penetrate her from the front. She hugged me and kissed me, while I held her waist and one of her legs, enjoying the penetration
.

We were both panting heavily as we fucked, constantly saying "I love you." Suddenly, she shouted, "Faster,
faster me tightened into a grip. I knew she was close to orgasm
.

I used all my strength to increase the frequency and depth of my thrusts. I felt
the intense I lowered my head and took her ear into my mouth. She shuddered at the stimulation, letting out a
moan that sounded like crying. Her whole body trembled, and she clung tightly to me, pressing close to me. I could feel her pubic hair rubbing against me with pleasure.

At that moment, I ejaculated too. I weakly rested my head on her shoulder, and she weakly rested her head on her shoulder as well.
After a while, my limp penis slipped out of her vagina. She chuckled and said, "It's out.
Your semen is running down my thigh." I quickly gave her some tissues and told her to go take a shower. After resting
for a bit finished cleaning.

This time, she didn't even close the bathroom door while showering. She hummed a song as she washed. I went in too and helped
her scrub her back, and she helped me scrub my back. I told her a story from my university days about a guy who was sodomized after a stranger
asked him to scrub his back. She looked utterly disgusted and said, "You men
are disgusting! do this kind of thing and you even talk about it with relish!" I quickly apologized.
While washing my penis with shower gel, she asked, "Why isn't your thing getting bigger?" I said, "Do you think I took Viagra?

I need to rest for a while after we just finished."

After the shower, she took out the clothes she bought yesterday and showed them to me one by one, asking which one looked best on me. I
said they all looked good. She protested, throwing herself into my arms and accusing me of being perfunctory, saying, "It's only been two days and you're already being perfunctory
!

" I had no choice but to put on a serious face and help her. Finally, I suggested she wear a floral dress.
I told her she shouldn't wear this to school during the week, but she could wear it on the weekend. She thought about it and agreed. She put on a red
floral dress; the silk felt so good, it accentuated her curves breathtakingly. She
experimented repeatedly in the mirror, trying out different hairstyles and hair accessories to match. Finally, she realized she didn't have any shoes.

So we had a quick breakfast and went shoe shopping. I spent the entire afternoon with her, visiting every shoe store in the city's major
shopping malls , and I was exhausted. She, however, remained enthusiastic and full of energy. She
finally got what she wanted.

After dinner, I was going to take her back to school. She looked very reluctant. When we arrived near the school, she
clung to me tightly, unwilling to get out of the car. I couldn't bear to let her go. We sat in the car like that until the dormitory
lights went out, before she finally gritted her teeth and got out.

Before leaving, she gave me a kiss that I estimated lasted two minutes, and then said, "I'm leaving,
call ." Watching her run away, I felt a pang of sadness and a strong sense of loneliness. Back home, I didn't dare turn on the lights,
afraid that the intense loneliness and longing would overwhelm me under their influence.

So I quickly washed up and went to sleep.

The following week was tough. To avoid disturbing her studies, we agreed not to see each other regularly, and with
her midterms approaching, she had even less time to spend with me. I, too, was busy with my project. We talked on
the phone and texted every day, but it wasn't enough.

I secretly went to her school to see her. I went to the study rooms she frequented. I went from floor to floor,
classroom to classroom to see her. Today's college students are completely different from when we were young. In the corridors
, countless men and women were openly embracing, kissing, and even touching each other's breasts and genitals, the intensity of which even made me ,
a veteran of the sex industry, a little embarrassed. But my little puppy was indeed studying very well.

She usually chose the most secluded spot, put a bottle of water on the table, and then did her homework. Seeing her
so focused, I felt both happy and sad. Happy that our relationship hadn't affected her studies, but sad
that I had taken away her freedom too early. I usually hid to the side, waiting for her to finish studying,
then followed her back to her dorm before going home myself.

Finally, Friday arrived, but I received orders to handle an emergency. I had to
say goodbye to her on the phone. She was alright, though, saying she had exams coming up soon and didn't have time to come to my place anyway.

After frantically dealing with the problem outside, it was already the second weekend. I happily returned,
carrying the gift I bought for her, without telling her, and went straight to her dorm entrance to wait for her. There was another
man waiting there too. I didn't pay much attention, just looked at the dorm bulletin board in the foyer. My eyes constantly
scanned the stairs.

Suddenly, she came down excitedly, but instead of walking towards me, she walked towards the man.

Then she saw me too, and she froze. The man saw me too. I immediately realized
this man was her father. I quickly calmed down, stepped forward, extended my hand, and said, "You must be so-and-so's father.
I'm so-and-so, a classmate of so-and-so." Her father immediately beamed and said, "Oh, it's you!
My daughter has troubled you. Thank you for taking such good care of her." She also calmly came over to talk to us.

Then I suggested we go eat together. I had just returned from a business trip and hadn't visited my sister in a long time, so I brought
her some local specialties. The three of us got into my car and went to my usual restaurant.

At the table, her father kept praising me for being young and capable, and thanking me for taking care of her. He was a slightly overweight
middle-aged man, a somewhat successful entrepreneur from a small town, with an obvious cunning. I, on the other hand,
projected a seasoned, worldly-wise image, and my gaze towards her conveyed both affection and distance.

Her father was very satisfied with my attitude towards her and him, saying I would definitely achieve great things. In my heart, I was thinking, "
Making this old man happy is my most important task right now." After the meal, I took her father to the hotel. As he left
, he held my hand and said, "Young man, I can see you're a very good young man." "This is my only daughter. Sigh,
her mother and I have been having some problems lately. It's tough for her being alone out there. I'm going back tomorrow. Please take good
care of her for me, brother. Thank you." Perhaps he'd had too much to drink, or perhaps it was just his deep love for his child, but he immediately bowed to me, and I
quickly helped him up .

After settling her father in, I took her back to school. She didn't say a word. The car stopped not far from her dormitory.

Suddenly, she covered her face and started crying, initially restrained, but then louder. I quickly drove to
a quiet place and held her to comfort her. She sobbed in my arms, her shoulders heaving. After a while,
she lifted her tear-streaked face and said, "Let's go home." Without a word, I drove home.

Exhausted from crying, she stumbled after me into the house. Strangely, facing her beautiful face, like peach blossoms after the rain,
I felt no lust as usual, only boundless tenderness. She leaned against the sofa with her eyes closed, looking
tired and helpless.

A pang of heartache shot through me. I made her a cup of Pu'er tea, sat down beside her, and pulled her into my arms.
Words were unnecessary. She simply nestled in my embrace, curled up like a frightened kitten. She
was silently weeping.

Soon, a large patch of my chest was soaked. I was speechless, only able to silently stay with her, stroking her
face and wiping away her tears with a tissue. I don't know how much time passed before she opened her eyes, hooked her arms around my neck, and
looked at me with her red, swollen, and lifeless eyes, saying, "Promise me, don't leave me." What could I say? I could only
nod and lower my head to kiss her lips. Her lips were burning hot. She kissed
me desperately, as if grasping at a straw, holding me so tightly I could hardly breathe.

And so we kissed silently, letting time slip by. But my mind
was calculating the time my wife would return. She would be back in three months. I had to resolve the issue within that time
. Could I?

No matter what I did, I would hurt one woman, and potentially both of them. My wife is a grown woman
now , and she's more capable of enduring hardship. There was no other way but to let her suffer. Once
I made this decision, I felt much better. Although we've been loving and affectionate for so many years, faced with the mess I'd made,
I silently said to myself, "I'm sorry, wife, please help me this time."

Just then, the phone rang. We both jumped in fright. I tried to get up to take the phone, but she wouldn't
let go of me. I had no choice but to drag her to the other end of the sofa to answer it. My wife's voice came through the phone...
She sounded excited. She said her boss was on a business trip to the EU and was taking her and some colleagues to Paris. She was
calling me from the Champs-élysées using the boss's phone. After a few words, she hung up quickly. After hanging up
, I glanced at her guiltily. She was still sitting with her eyes closed, motionless. I secretly
breathed a sigh of relief and continued talking to her as if nothing had happened.

It was late, and I was sleepy. I told her to go take a shower first, but she refused. I had to carry her to the shower. That night,
I bathed her like a father and carried her to bed. She clung to my arm all night, sleeping with her face
pressed against .

I don't know when her phone rang. She answered; it was her father saying goodbye. After hanging up, she
sat there motionless for a long time. Then she turned to look at me. She seemed like a different person, very strong.

She reached out and touched my face, smiling slightly. "Did you scare me last night?" I said. "I just hadn't seen my dad
in a long time , and seeing how much older he'd aged made me very sad." Thank you, you're so kind to me. I
'm going to take a shower; I have to go back to school today, and I have exams next week. I nodded. After breakfast, I took her back to
school.

On the way home, I suddenly felt lost and didn't know what to do. I went inside and plopped down on the sofa,
feeling like I'd been paralyzed. I lit a cigarette and smoked it idly, my mind blank, not knowing
what to do.

I spent the entire afternoon slumped on the sofa, smoking and drinking tea, until it was completely dark. I stood up,
squeezed the empty cigarette pack, and felt a little dizzy. Then I remembered I hadn't eaten in a long time. I flipped through
my phone book and realized that asking any friend out for dinner at this time of year would be considered crazy. Bored, I
ate a bowl of noodles at a restaurant near the community entrance and then listlessly went home to sleep.

Sometime later, my phone rang. I fumbled for it for a while before finding it, and saw it was
a text message from her. I jumped up in shock.

She told me her period hadn't come and she was afraid she was pregnant. I quickly called her back. She answered the phone,
her voice calm. My voice trembled slightly as I asked if she was sure. Before she could answer, I asked how she was feeling.

She paused, then asked, "What if I get pregnant?" I said, "I'll do whatever you want.
If you don't want to have the baby, we'll have an abortion. If you want to have it, we'll take a year off from school. And then?" she asked.
I said, "We'll get married when you're 20. I'll tell your father right now." She cried out
, "No!

" She couldn't help but laugh and said, "I came today. I just wanted to see your reaction." I was
furious, but also secretly relieved. I said fiercely, "I'm going to your school right now to
beat you up." She playfully said, "Come on, don't hold back." I said, "You wait, I'll beat you up with a lobster."

Then I told her I'd come to her for dinner. She happily agreed.

After getting ready, I bought some supplements—red dates, donkey-hide gelatin, ginseng, and the like—and waited for her
outside . She wore low-rise jeans, revealing her sexy waist, part of her hips, and a flat
stomach . She wore a black silk short-sleeved top, her hair styled in a French bun, with a bright red rose tucked behind her ear
. She looked very clean and beautiful.

She got into the car. I put my arm around her neck, and she cried out, "Don't mess up my hair!" It had
taken me an hour with the help of two roommates to fix it. I had to let go and said, "Turn around so your husband can see you
properly .

" She looked a little tired, with dark circles under her eyes. Her skin, though still fair, had a dull tinge.

I felt a pang of sympathy. She exclaimed in surprise, "What did you do last night? You look so tired!
Did go out fooling around?" I told her I hadn't left the house since she left and had been smoking. Hearing this, her eyes
welled up with tears.

She hugged my neck, kissed me, and said, "I was wrong about you. See if you keep smoking like this!
You're not allowed ."

I immediately took out a cigarette and threw it out the window. She chuckled and said, "Let's go, I'm starving. You said you'd treat me to lobster
." I said, "Of course! Look, my back seat is full of supplements I bought for you." She turned around, smiled happily
, and patted my cheek. Then we drove to eat.

The seafood restaurant I went to was a place we often entertained clients. She and I sat in a corner of the hall
, eating and chatting.

Suddenly my phone rang. I saw it was a colleague. I thought it was something from work, so I answered casually and
asked him what was up. This guy said mysteriously, "Brother, you're lucky! Your wife's not around, and you
've already hooked up with such a beautiful girl."

I got a little flustered and told him not to talk nonsense while looking for him in the crowd. This guy
was on the phone at the seafood stall, and when he saw me looking for him, he even gestured at me defiantly. I went over and
talked to him for a while, and only then did he obediently go back to eating.

I returned to my seat, and she asked me, "A colleague?" I said yes, this guy said I owed him a meal and wanted me to pay
him back. She smiled and asked, "What shameful thing did you do that someone caught you doing wrong?" I had no choice but to make up an excuse.

After the meal, she took my hand and we walked out together, attracting the attention of men and women around us. She
knew people were watching her, but she acted very naturally and gracefully. At the hotel entrance, I answered a phone call. Suddenly, a
hand snatched the phone from my hand. I saw a figure run away quickly out of the corner of my eye. My phone was stolen, and I instinctively
gave chase. I sprint very fast, and with so many people on the sidewalk, the thief didn't get far before I kicked him
to the ground . He got up and started fighting with me. Suddenly, the thief clutched his head and squatted down.

I was puzzled when I saw her standing angrily behind him, holding her high heel in her right hand. It turned out she was worried I'd
get hurt and had followed me. Seeing us fighting so fiercely, she took off her shoe and used the hard heel to hit the thief
.

At that moment, the hotel security guards rushed over. The hotel lobby manager, who knew me well and was a major client,
kept asking after me. I didn't have time to respond; I was just focused on checking on my woman to see if she was hurt.

I told her not to get involved in things like this in the future, just call the police and shout for help.
I said I would never forgive myself if she got hurt.

She replied that I would also never forgive myself if she got hurt in front of me and I did nothing. What else
could I say? I could only hug her and give her a passionate kiss.

A commotion arose among the onlookers. Next, we went to the police station to give our statements.
We weren't released until the very end of the afternoon. It was already dark. I joked to myself that it seemed this whole meal had been wasted on this thief. We found a
place to have dinner, and I took her back to school.

Finally, after her exams were over, I chose a lakeside Western restaurant for her to eat at. The
restaurant faced a lake in the city, with an island in the middle. On a summer evening, white waterbirds returned to their nests in the twilight
, blue mist drifted across the golden surface of the water, and the distant mountains and forests gradually blurred in the twilight.

We sat opposite each other, hand in hand, enjoying the quiet evening. Finally, the last rays of sunlight disappeared
behind , leaving only the deep blue sky and black clouds. That day, she wore a low-cut, strapless
black dress that accentuated her fair neck, making her look very elegant. It was hard to imagine that a girl not yet 20 years old possessed
such a serene and dignified air.

The restaurant's band was a group of Filipinos. They were singing blues and jazz for their own amusement. The restaurant
wasn't crowded, and our eyes met under the deliberately dim lighting. Her eyes were large and bright, and when she looked at you
with a half-smile , there was a captivating quality to them.

I took out the ring I'd hidden in my pocket, gently took her right hand, and slipped it onto her middle finger. She was
surprised and excited, her face turning red. "No," she whispered, "I can't accept this." I pulled her hand back as she tried
to pull away and said, "You can't refuse me. I love you."

I got up and sat down next to her, and she leaned gently on my shoulder. Our fingers intertwined. After what seemed like an eternity,
she said to me, "I want to sing. Can you ask the band if they can accompany me?"

I snapped my fingers to signal the waiter. The waiter contacted the band and confirmed it was possible. So she stood
up gracefully and walked over to the band, whispering a few words to them.

I saw the lead singer nod repeatedly. Then she held the microphone and nodded at me. The music started—it was
Pu Shu's "Life is Like a Summer Flower." She had a beautiful voice, but it was the first time I'd heard her sing. I could hardly believe she
could sing so well.

Even the diners stopped talking and watched intently as this beautiful girl
sang.

I listened to her sing with all her heart:

"I don't know how long I've slept in the darkness,

nor how difficult it will be to open my eyes.

I've come from afar,

and you're here too.

Lost in this world,

I'm wild for her.

I am this dazzling moment,

a fleeting flame streaking across the sky.

I came to see you without hesitation.

I will extinguish and never return.

I am here, right

here.

Brief as a fleeting glimpse, as brilliant as summer flowers.

This is such a beautiful yet regrettable world.

We embraced, laughing and crying.

I came from afar,

to keep our promise.

Lost in this world,

I'm wild for her.

I am this dazzling moment,

a fleeting flame streaking across the sky.

I came to see you without hesitation.

I will extinguish and never return."

I am here.

Right here.

Fleeting as a glimpse of beauty, as brilliant as a summer flower.

I am this dazzling moment.

A fleeting flame streaking across the sky.

I came to see you without hesitation.

I will extinguish, never to return.

It was worth the trip

. Blooming before you, fleeting as a glimpse of beauty.

I am this dazzling moment.

A fleeting flame streaking across the sky.

I came to see you without hesitation.

I will extinguish, never to return.

Springtime all the way.

Thorns all the way.

Fleeting as a glimpse of beauty, as brilliant as a summer flower.

As I listened to her sing, "I am this dazzling moment, a fleeting flame streaking across the sky, I came to see you
without hesitation, I will extinguish, never to return," her voice trembling, I too was moved to tears, unable to control myself.

She finished singing, bowed to the hall, then turned and bowed to the band as well. Everyone applauded
, and I stood up and clapped my heart out. She came over to me and said, "Let's go." So we paid the bill
and left.

I couldn't calm down in the car. Pu Shu's lyrics were so powerful, it was suffocating.
Especially when sung by my own woman, they had an added power. I couldn't help but pull over and
let myself cry my heart out. She gently stroked my hair and caressed my back. It took me a long time to
calm down. I gave her an awkward smile and drove home.

Back home, we frantically undressed and made love like madmen. That night, we were
a perfect union of body and spirit.

[To be continued]

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