[My Ex-Girlfriend's Neighbor is a Beauty] (The End) Author: jixiuf

Author: jixiuf
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Originally, I only planned to accompany Du Juan downstairs for dinner, but unexpectedly, we ended up having a passionate encounter in the community park
under the cover . The two carefully returned to their apartment, afraid of bumping into someone and being noticed. As you can see,
Du Juan's underwear was already wet, and she no longer wore it, just crumpled it in her hands. Her buttocks and skirt were also a mess;
the black skirt clung to her round buttocks, revealing her flesh clearly. The skirt unconsciously bulged into her buttocks cleft.
The author felt a surge of desire, but having just finished, he was somewhat powerless. Fortunately,
they didn't see . They successfully entered Du Juan's small cubicle.

Du Juan busied herself taking off her soaking wet dress, no longer bothering to hide it from the landlord. Right in front of him, she carefully
wiped her private parts with a tissue. Du Juan's legs were slightly parted, knees slightly bent, head bowed, her black hair
cascading down her sides. She gazed at her swollen vulva, meticulously wiping it. Seeing Du Juan's posture, the landlord
's lust flared again. However, he had already had sex twice that day, and his glans was slightly sore. He suppressed his anger,
thinking If I really can't resist, I'll have another go." But the more he thought about it,
the harder his penis seemed to get. He decided to go to the toilet first.

The small cubicle was less than ten square meters, so naturally the toilet wasn't inside; several households shared one toilet.
The landlord carefully opened the door, and seeing no one outside to avoid anyone seeing the intimate scene inside, he quickly slipped out of the room, closing the door
behind him . He turned a small corner and arrived at the toilet. Seeing the bathroom light was off, I assumed no one was inside and tried to push the door
open . However, as soon as I took a step, I felt someone push me, and then I saw water splashing towards me. Startled,
I leaned back. Bathroom floors are
inevitably unsteady. I pushed too hard and fell straight down, followed by a girl's scream. I must have scared her
quite a bit. After falling, I accidentally kicked the person in the shin. The person stumbled, cried out, and also fell
. Then, I felt another spray of water over my head. My head lolled to the side, and my eyes closed. Then I felt
a sharp pain in my lower abdomen and a thud in my chest. Without a doubt, the person had fallen on top of me.

The poster instinctively reached out to push, only to find the clothes on their hand completely wet, revealing a soft, firm flesh—just the
right firmness, neither too loose nor too hard. This feeling was all too familiar. The only difference was that it was almost
impossible to grasp; the poster unconsciously squeezed it a few more times, carefully feeling it. The poster slowly opened their eyes and saw that
after falling, the person seemed to have hit their forehead against the door. They were pressing their forehead to their hand, their chin resting on the doorframe's shoulder, frozen in place,
seemingly still recovering, and seemingly unaware of the poster's actions. After a while, the person slightly raised their head,
and only then, in the dim light of the hallway, could the poster clearly see their face. In the dim light, her skin was fair, her face smooth and almost
flawless . Her hair was tied in a ponytail, a playful strand of black hair draped over her neck. Her eyes held a gentle
, delicate air, clear as a pool of water, a few tears clinging to her long eyelashes, a hint
of pain on her face; her thin lips were small and delicate, though slightly pale. The poster stared at her so closely, completely mesmerized, and couldn't
help but lift her head to lightly kiss her lips, a fleeting touch. Then, she stared again, suddenly realizing she shouldn't have been so
frivolous her. It turned out she was the girl to Du Juan's left, the one preparing for graduate school entrance exams;
she had seen her briefly that afternoon when they went out for lunch.

The person seemed to struggle to sit up, yet the pain in their head persisted, as they still pressed their hand to their head. They
appeared anxious and angry, tears streaming down their cheeks like small beans, but they didn't sob or cry out loud,
clearly feeling extremely wronged. Seeing their pain, the poster couldn't help but repeatedly apologize, a sudden surge of intense love and pain welling up inside them.
In the darkness, as if possessed, they pulled them tightly into their arms again, whispering words of comfort in their ear, but dared not
look at them again. Seemingly afraid of seeing hatred and disgust in their eyes, the person seemed stunned, obediently letting
the poster hold them without struggling. Only after a long while did the poster realize this. Casually turning their head, they saw the person still pressing
their head, a look of astonishment on their face.

Looking into her eyes, I cautiously said, "Let me see your wound." I gently pulled her
small hand away from her head, and in the light from outside, I saw no blood. I touched the wound lightly, asking if it hurt.
My hand felt her soft, smooth hair, beneath which was a sizable bump. I softly comforted her, saying thankfully there was no bleeding. It
was fortunate, a stroke of luck amidst misfortune. She didn't reply, but her complexion seemed better. I thought to myself, though lying on the ground
was dirty, I was reluctant to leave such a beautiful woman in my arms. But I couldn't stay lying there forever, so I
took the initiative to help her up. After my reminder, she seemed to realize
that it wasn't appropriate for us to remain embracing like this. She swung her arm, shaking off my right hand from her back, and slowly propped herself up. The poster felt
a wave of dizziness wash over her. She had just finished showering and was only wearing a thin nightgown.
As the nightgown draped down, revealing nothing underneath. Her skin was fair and firm, without
an ounce of excess fat, and glistened with what appeared to be water droplets, like lotus leaves in water. Her two round, small breasts,
neither too large nor too small, seemed perfectly proportioned on her petite
frame, swaying slightly as she rose. The poster was overwhelmed by the sight. Her left hand steadied her under her arm
to prevent her from falling, and as she rose, her hand unconsciously moved slowly towards those alluring breasts, yet she dared not
actually touch them. She felt the base of her palm rest on a small patch of soft flesh, her heart pounding, yet she dared not actually
press and feel the texture. With his right hand on her shoulder, the two slowly stood up. The poster seemed mesmerized by her
, his heart filled with reluctance, his hands still unwilling to leave her side—one on her shoulder, the other under her armpit—and they
stood facing each other.

She lowered her head slightly, seemingly unable to look him in the eye. The pain on her face had faded, but she appeared quite frightened,
her complexion still pale, with only a slight flush on her cheeks. Her eyes and lips seemed to hold endless grievances, and tears still
clung to her face. The poster couldn't help but reach out to wipe away her tears, softly asking, "Does it hurt a lot?" The girl seemed
bewildered by his actions. He wiped her tears, and she accepted it calmly, looking utterly pitiful.
She slightly raised her head , gazing up at him with an indescribable expression. The poster looked into her
eyes with pity, wishing he could take her pain away.

Gazing at her, he only wanted to hold her tightly in his arms. With a slight pull, he hooked one arm around her head and the other...
He hooked his arm under her arm and pulled her into his arms. She was petite, only slightly taller than his shoulder.
Holding her felt like holding nothing at all, yet despite not being the slender type,
the feeling of holding her was incredibly warm. He couldn't help but whisper in her ear, "I'm sorry,
I think I've fallen in love with you." He then held her even tighter, as if afraid she would leave. She seemed stunned
for a moment .

After a long while, he felt her struggle in his arms, trying to break free. He heard her say, "You
already have a girlfriend, let me go." Then she stopped struggling. Her voice was neither angry nor cold,
seemingly devoid of any emotion, yet it sounded so despairing. He unconsciously loosened his grip, his arms
slowly hanging down. In that instant, he felt his heart was empty. He suddenly felt ridiculous.
A look of bitterness appeared on his face. He took a step back, stunned. I glanced at her again, and saw
a sudden, resolute look on her face, a stark contrast to her previous demeanor. This only intensified my sorrow. Seeing her bend down to pick up the basin of water that had fallen to the ground,
though her private parts were exposed, though everything was laid bare before my eyes, I felt no pleasure, no sense of having gained anything
. Compared to this moment of disappointment, my lust seemed insignificant. My past attempts to take
advantage of others now appeared so cowardly, pathetic, and laughable. I felt that after picking up the basin, she seemed to glance
at me, or perhaps her gaze merely swept over me before she left. I heard the door open and close, the basin
fall to the ground, and then everything faded into silence.

I stood there stunned for a long time before coming to my senses. Remembering that I had come to use the restroom, and noticing that my
clothes almost completely soaked, I fumbled around for a while, found the light switch, turned on the light, and closed the door. I turned on the shower, and without even
taking off my clothes, I started showering. Afterwards, I took off my clothes, rinsed off quickly, put on my wet clothes, and returned to Du Juan's
small house .

Upon entering, Du Juan was startled to see my state and asked about what had happened. I briefly explained
that I had bumped into someone, spilled water on my clothes, and rinsed them off. My expression was desolate. Seeing my strange expression, Du Juan
approached me, put her arms around my neck, and gently asked what was wrong, why I was unhappy. Meeting her gaze,
I saw her concerned expression and felt guilty for having taken her virginity that afternoon, only to have her say she loved someone else.
I didn't know how to answer. I just wanted to vent my frustration.
A ruthless glint slowly appeared in my eyes. Du Juan seemed slightly frightened, her body trembling, wondering why I was acting this way.

My rage surged. Looking into her eyes, I uttered, word by word, "I'm going to rape you,"
and then forced her against the wall. His left hand rested on her chest, forcefully ripping open her newly changed nightgown.
A slit appeared at the shoulder, revealing her right shoulder and half-exposed breast, a purplish-brown nipple peeking out.
The sight ignited his lust. He pulled again with his right hand, revealing her left shoulder. The thin nightgown slid down to
Du Juan's elbows, draped there. In his eyes, two not-so-full breasts rose and fell,
the small, round areolas at the nipples, the tiny nipples seemingly slightly drooping, sunken inwards, like two small eyes
staring at him.

His throat bobbed, his eyes burning with desire. His left hand moved slowly upwards, caressing
one , he moved to the other, his tongue darting out,
forcefully licking the delicate nipple, tracing it as if he harbored a deep grudge against it.
Fear gripped Du Juan
a moan that sounded like a mixture of pain and pleasure, "Mmm...mmm..." The sound was not soft, but weak, which only further
aroused the landlord. He became increasingly aroused, his breathing becoming labored, his eyes blazing with desire. Their tongues roamed freely over Du Juan's sensitive
neck his hands tore at her nightgown with force. The sound of tearing fabric further stimulated
their senses, and Du Juan's breathing grew heavier. Seeing me... He tore at her pajamas, his hands not idle either, trying to
tear at my soaking wet clothes, but he wasn't strong enough to tear them open. He
then tried to take off my clothes, lifting my t-shirt. I cooperated and took off my clothes.
By this time, Du Juan's pajamas had been ripped from her arms and fell to the ground. Both of their upper bodies were naked, except for my shorts. Du Juan was now completely naked, our upper bodies pressed tightly together,
both breathing heavily, our breaths audible, our eyes
burning with desire as we stared at each other. I pressed my chest against Du Juan's breasts, deforming her small breasts,
pressing them tightly against my chest. Du Juan's heavy breathing unconsciously produced
sounds of "Oh... um... oh... um... um." The sounds were suppressed, as if forced out of her throat by her breath. Hearing the landlord's penis hard as iron,
Du Juan noticed a thick, iron-like rod pressing against her vulva beneath her shorts. She seemed
uncomfortable with her wet clothes clinging to her vulva, and tried to pull down the landlord's shorts, moaning incessantly. This time, Du Juan seemed
unusually aroused. In a few quick movements, she pulled the shorts down to the landlord's knees, and he stepped on his skirt,
pressing their naked bodies tightly together. The landlord's penis was between Du Juan's legs, thrusting incessantly. He wrapped his arms around her waist,
preventing her from moving away, even though Du Juan had nowhere left to retreat.

Du Juan also spread her legs, opening the door for me, seemingly annoyed that I couldn't enter, or
perhaps my movements were causing her some pain, or perhaps Du Juan was also becoming impatient, seeing that I had been thrusting for a while but
still hadn't entered. Suddenly, a large hand grabbed the man's penis, rubbing it against the entrance of her vagina for a while. Then, with
a slight forward thrust, the glans entered about half an inch before stopping. Seeing this, the man showed no mercy, pressing down on
Du Juan's buttocks and thrusting forcefully, penetrating her all the way in. Du Juan let out a long moan. While not exactly echoing throughout the neighborhood, it was certainly
audible to the entire ward. Hearing this, the man became even more excited. He pressed Du Juan against the wall, thrusting forcefully, feeling the wall
vibrate . Deep down, he seemed to want his neighbor to hear everything that was happening in the room. Du Juan's behavior now seemed
slightly different from when she first had sex that afternoon. Back then, her voice was suppressed, as if she didn't want anyone to hear her moans. Now, her voice
was unusually high-pitched and excited, making no attempt to hide her feelings.

The poster suddenly felt like uttering lewd words, so while thrusting vigorously, he asked, "Wife,
does it feel good when your husband fucks you?" Du Juan, without hesitation, replied in a trembling voice, "Mmm...it feels good, so good, ah...it feels so good
." The poster then asked, "Where does it feel good?" Du Juan replied in a wanton voice, "Mmm...oh...my pussy feels good, husband..."
"You're fucking Du Juan's pussy so well." The poster said, "Wife, you're so horny, look how much water's flowing from your pussy,
isn't your pussy horny?" Du Juan trembled and said, "Ah...oh...Du Juan is a little slut, husband, fuck
me to death. Du Juan likes you fucking me." Hearing this, the poster's penis swelled even more. He spread Du Juan's legs
wider, lifted one of her legs, placed it on his elbow, and adjusted his position so that his penis could penetrate deeper. Du Juan
stood on one leg, with her hands around the poster's shoulders. During the thrusting, only the squelching of her juices could be heard. The room was filled with a lewd smell,
which only increased the excitement. As soon as Du Juan let go, she kept saying, "Mmm...mmm...husband, harder,"
"Mmm, husband, oh...I love you so much...ah..." "Husband, fuck Du Juan to death...oh...
oh." "Oh...oh..." With these sounds, she took a long breath, her voice trembling. She would sometimes purse her lips, letting out muffled moans
. To the poster, this only aroused his excitement. His glans churned rapidly deep inside her vagina, sometimes with
short, powerful thrusts, sometimes with her hips twisting, thrusting in and out. He fucked Du Juan until her eyes rolled back.

Suddenly, the poster raised his hand and slapped Du Juan's snow-white buttocks. The sound was crisp, and Du Juan was startled, letting out
a She hugged the poster even tighter. The poster felt his arm was a little sore and numb from holding Du Juan's thigh with one arm, so he slowly lowered
her thigh. He pulled out his penis and gestured for Du Juan to turn around. He made her bend over and lean against the wall, sticking her buttocks out. The poster
slapped her buttocks again, and Du Juan cried out again. Suddenly, she twisted her buttocks and began to whine
and call out "Husband!" in a seductive, coquettish voice. The poster extended three fingers, lowered his head, aimed at her
vulva, teased for a while, found the entrance, and then forcefully inserted them, the fingers disappearing completely without any mercy. Du Juan cried out in
pain , repeatedly saying, "Ah, husband, be gentle, it hurts!" The poster ignored her, slapping her buttocks while continuing his thrusts,
his fingers moving rapidly in and out of her vulva until they were completely wet. He unconsciously bent his fingers slightly, simultaneously
rubbing the vulva's walls with the pads and backs of his fingers, feeling the soft, moist flesh. He could only see the tender flesh of her vulva churning inside. Her juices
flowed uncontrollably. His thrusts quickened. Du Juan was now moaning incessantly, "Mmm... Oh..." without
stopping, her buttocks twitching intermittently. The poster's annoyance subsided slightly.

His hands didn't stop for a moment. Suddenly, Du Juan said in a trembling voice, "Husband... Hurry up, it feels so good." "
Ah, husband... Oh, hurry up, it's coming, it's coming," she said, her voice becoming sharp.
Upon hearing this, the man stopped and loudly asked, "Where does it feel good? Tell me." Du Juan twisted her buttocks and said, "My little
pussy, it feels so good when it's inside me, please, husband, don't stop." Hearing this, the man smiled and
sped up his movements. After a while, a long moan was heard, "Ah..." followed by, "Husband, it's coming, it's coming,"
and then her buttocks
trembled violently. After a while, she stopped, but no fluid came out. Seeing this, the man stood up, grabbed his penis, aimed it at the entrance, and thrust in again. By this time, Du Juan's pussy was already engorged with blood and extremely sensitive. Her buttocks tried to dodge, but the man
wouldn't let her. He held her buttocks and thrust in all the way. Du Juan let out another "Ah." Her buttocks trembled
again . The poster pulled his penis to the entrance of her vagina, then thrust it in all the way. A
soft, wet sound filled her vagina, a vast expanse of fluid. The entrance was glistening with moisture, and as the glans withdrew, it brought out streams of clear, transparent vaginal fluid. Her inner thighs were already
soaked.

With each full penetration, Du Juan would either let out a muffled groan or a soft moan. The groan was suppressed and low,
as if pleasure was being squeezed out from deep within her throat. The moan was free and bold, like a song soaring through the sky. The entrance was tight, and
the glans , pressing against the opening, felt a tingling sensation. Then, the glans reached deep into her vagina, and with a series of
rapid thrusts, the poster's mind was filled with the image of her breasts, the size of steamed buns
. His hand unconsciously landed on Du Juan's breast, gently caressing it. His mind raced with fantasies, imagining himself
riding her, thrusting repeatedly, and unconsciously moaning, "I'll fuck you to death. Watch me fuck you to death,"
"Is it good? Hmm. Is it good?" He took a moment to slap Du Juan's large buttocks, which were already
stained red with blood. Du Juan replied, "Husband... um... husband, it feels... so good... in my... pussy."

As she spoke, the man felt his climax, a low growl rising in his throat, followed by another rapid thrust, his
semen spraying deep into her vagina. The man, panting heavily, slowly recovered. The two of them slowly made their way to the bed to rest,
waiting for their strength to return. The man lay flat on the bed, Du Juan's face flushed, lying diagonally beside him, nestled against his
chest , one arm tightly around him, as if afraid he would leave. Her eyes held a strange look.

The poster's mind was in turmoil, a sense of unease lingering within him.
The image of that unknown young woman haunted his thoughts, a mixture of love and hate swirling in his mind. He glanced down at Du Juan in his arms, then stared blankly at the beauty
next door . He wondered what impression this encounter next door would leave on her. The poster felt
like a bastard, having just taken Du Juan's virginity, and less than a day later, already thinking of another woman.

Du Juan tried to speak several times, but swallowed her words. Perhaps she already suspected something; the commotion, the sounds of doors
opening and —even if she didn't know the truth, she must have guessed it was related to the young woman next door. "My
unusual behavior makes it easy to guess what I'm thinking," the poster thought. He felt he should be upfront; this
ambiguity would only breed resentment.

Staring at the ceiling, ignoring Du Juan's reaction, he slowly said, "In that instant, I think I
fell in love with someone else." Du Juan lay on top of me, seemingly unsurprised, and simply said, "I
know ," before pausing for a moment, then continued, "You made such a commotion just so she could hear." She
raised her voice, "If you want to pursue her, go ahead. You don't need to care about me anymore. I
can ." Then, her voice trembled with tears, "I knew you men liked petite women.
Nobody truly likes a tough woman like me." She became increasingly pitiful. Suddenly, she started sobbing. This shift from fierce to
pitiful left me feeling utterly helpless and ashamed. After a while, I said, "I just didn't want to hide it from
anyone. Let's leave it at that for today. Let's go to sleep early. Come here, let me hold you." Du Juan pouted, but
obediently lay down. I felt a slight unease in my chest, so I pulled Du Juan
into my arms. She clung to me like a monkey. We finally fell asleep on the small bed after a long while.

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