【Ning Que and Mo Shanshan】(06) Author: huihui1983

Author: huihui1983
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(6) On

graduation

day, Teacher Huihui called me and Ning Que to come to her house to play. She said that she knew we had both been admitted to Sun Yat-sen University and she
wanted to celebrate with us. She also warned us not to bring any gifts.

I chatted with Teacher Huihui for a long time at her house. I then learned that in addition to liking me, she
also liked Ning Que very much. So she was happy to see our relationship happen.

Speaking of university, Teacher Huihui was a little regretful: "Actually, you two could both go to Tsinghua University. You were too
cautious ."

I don't know what Ning Que thought. I was very satisfied. Sun Yat-sen University is great. The campus
is very beautiful. The air in Guangzhou is much better than in Beijing. During my winter vacation in my second year of high school, I was almost choked to death in Beijing. I didn't
know that the air really had a smell. I really can't imagine what it would be like to stay there for the rest of my life. Moreover, if I apply to Tsinghua University,
I don't dare to apply to the computer science department. I definitely won't be able to get in. As for the mathematics department, I don't have confidence in my intelligence.

Ning Que smiled slightly: "As long as we're together, that's enough." I hummed in agreement, looking at his calm
demeanor , and suddenly felt incredibly happy. He had truly grown up, truly seemed capable of sheltering me from the storm.

Teacher Huihui looked somewhat envious: "Sigh, you smart kids really don't take prestigious universities
seriously . For someone like me from a bottom-tier second-tier university, Tsinghua and Peking University are like sacred temples
. I'd be willing to spend half a lifetime's income to study there for four years."

This time, it was Ning Que and me who were surprised. I was a little astonished: "Isn't it said that teachers at prestigious universities are at least
graduates of 211 universities with a master's degree?"

Teacher Huihui looked a little embarrassed: "I only graduated from Huizhou Teachers College, a local university. Back then,
the admission requirements for prestigious universities weren't so high, and I had some connections, which is how I got in. In the last two years, it definitely wouldn't be possible; I wouldn't even qualify
to apply ."

I quickly comforted Teacher Huihui, earnestly telling her that she was my favorite teacher and
the best teacher I had ever encountered.

Ning Que nodded and said, "Yes, yes."

I smiled and said to Ning Que, "You are the most qualified to say that. If it were any other teacher, the crooked poem you wrote in your first year of high school
would have at least been kicked out of the classroom and made to stand as punishment, if not punished."

Ning Que also smiled, and then whispered to me that he would still write it that way now. This time, however, I didn't
kick him like before, but gave him a warm smile. This is the Ning Que I like.

Teacher Huihui smiled, then said somewhat leisurely, "Actually, I used to be quite similar to Ning Que.
Before 2008, someone invited me to Beijing to see the Olympic venues, but I refused. At that time, I recited the 'Ode to the Epang Palace': 'Qin loved extravagance, and
the people also longed for their homes.'

I gently continued Teacher Huihui's words: 'How could they take every last penny and use it like mud and sand?
The pillars supporting the buildings outnumbered the farmers in the fields; the rafters supporting the beams outnumbered the weaving women at their looms; the nail heads gleamed more than the grains of millet in the granaries; the
uneven tiles outnumbered the threads of silk on a person's body; the straight railings and horizontal beams outnumbered the cities and towns of the nine provinces; the discordant sounds of pipes and strings
outnumbered the words of the people in the marketplace. This made the people of the world dare not speak but dare to be angry. The heart of the tyrant grew increasingly arrogant and stubborn.'"

Huihui The teacher looked at me with satisfaction, but Ning Que looked at me strangely: "This text wasn't required to be memorized,
was it?"

I kicked him in frustration: "You don't take the college entrance exam, how would you know the suffering of us ordinary students?"

Teacher Huihui smiled as she watched our affectionate interaction, then continued with a smile: "When I was young, I was extremely resistant to
Beijing spending hundreds of billions of RMB on the Olympics instead of improving people's lives and popularizing education. Later
, when I saw Ning Que's poem, it was like seeing myself from a few years ago, and I felt a strong connection. Ning Que is the first student I've taught who
has clearly expressed this idea, so I've always liked him."

Ning Que smiled shyly, and I was happy too. However, at this moment, I dared not tell Teacher Huihui that
we were going to Beijing to see the Bird's Nest in a few days.

As we were chatting, Teacher Huihui's husband returned from grocery shopping. His surname was Yan, and we called him Master Yan. He seemed
even kinder than Teacher Huihui, with a particularly gentle smile, and standing next to her felt incredibly harmonious.

Our strict teacher cooked a table full of dishes for us at noon. Then, Teacher Huihui took out a cake from the refrigerator and
said, "Let's have some dessert before the meal. It was baked last night. It's a rich cheesecake and needs to sit in the refrigerator for more than ten hours
to taste good. "

The cake was heart-shaped, but it looked rather ordinary, pale yellow with only the word "
love" written on it in red strawberry jam. I blushed slightly as I was about to cut it when a
little girl, about five or six years old, came running out of the inner room like a whirlwind. She was holding two drawings and shouting, "Mommy, I
've finished all my drawings for today!"

Then she asked timidly, "Can I eat the cake now?"

Teacher Huihui smiled and said, "Niu Niu, have you greeted anyone yet?"

Niu Niu looked up at me with a charming smile and said, "Sister, you're so pretty."

I was about to reply, "Niu Niu, you're so cute," when Teacher Huihui called from behind, "Niu Niu, you called the wrong person
. What did I teach you yesterday?"

Niu Niu thought for a moment, then sweetly said, "Uncle, Auntie, you two are such a perfect match."

I couldn't help but laugh. She was so adorable. I let Ning Que cut the cake, then squatted down and picked Niu Niu up.
She was such a cute little girl, and she looked just like Teacher Huihui.

The cake smelled so good! I've never eaten such a delicious cake before. It was incredibly rich and sweet, with
a hint of saltiness and lemon tartness in the middle that perfectly balanced the richness of the cheese. Teacher Huihui said she tried dozens of times to make this sea salt
cheesecake . I was so envious and wanted to learn how, but Teacher Huihui smiled and said
she would teach me after we got married.

After finishing the fragrant sea salt cheesecake, the little girl Niu Niu sweetly asked me, "Auntie, I have another piece of cream
cake , would you like some?"

Having just eaten cheesecake, the mention of cream made me feel a bit greasy, but seeing the little girl's
expectant expression, I couldn't refuse, so I nodded. The little girl happily ran to the refrigerator,
took out a piece of white cream cake, carefully held it in her hands, and walked over step by step, her eyes
crinkling with laughter. She really looked like a little angel. I've never seen such a beautiful and lovely girl.
How wonderful it would be if Ning Que and I had a daughter like her someday.

Niu Niu placed the cake on the table, smiling sweetly, and said to me, "Auntie, smell how good it is!"

What an adorable girl! It's rare for her to be so close to me. I glanced at Ning Que with a smug look, then
lowered my head to smell it.

Then, the little angel Niu Niu tiptoed behind me and forcefully pressed my head into the cake.
The little devil then ran off laughing and shouting, while the strict teacher chased after her, and Ning Que laughed so hard he couldn't stand
up straight . How

embarrassing! Being tricked by such a young girl was a first for me. Teacher Huihui pulled me to
the bathroom to wash the cream off my face, looking apologetic, saying that Niu Niu was spoiled a bit by the two of them
.

But I was very happy. Niu Niu reminded me a bit of myself when I was little. I remember when Ning Que and I were eating at kindergarten,
sometimes I would press Ning Que's head into his rice bowl, and I was scolded by the teacher several times for it. But Niu Niu's smile
is so sweet, I doubt any teacher could bear to scold her.

When we returned to the dining table, Niu Niu had already been dragged back by Teacher Yan. She obediently apologized to me
and then kept giggling. I warned her, annoyed, "Niu Niu, you'd better watch out, your auntie holds
grudges."

Niu Niu still giggled at me, her voice like a silver bell, her smile like an angel, her eyes
curving downwards. She seemed even prettier than Sang Sang. Looking at her adorable appearance, all my anger would
vanish .

When we were almost finished eating, Teacher Yan carried Niu Niu back to the bedroom to lull her to sleep. Teacher Hui Hui suddenly changed to
a very serious expression: "I won't be teaching you anymore. Today, I'll tell you a story from my own experience,
as my last lesson for you."

Ning Que and I immediately sat up straighter. Teacher Hui Hui smiled and said, "No need to be so serious. This is
something from my past."

Then Teacher Hui Hui told us a long story. In college, when she was just beginning to experience love,
she met a man with a warm smile. That man had an indescribable charm that captivated her, making her infatuated like
a moth drawn to a flame. He was the man Ms. Huihui had casually mentioned to me in my second year of high school—the one who liked to take her
to the cafeteria and sit beside her watching her eat. He was incredibly kind to Ms. Huihui, carefully
protecting her and helping her grow, helping her get a teaching job at a prestigious school, and helping her find the life she loved.

However, in the end, Ms. Huihui couldn't bear to see that man struggling in the business world and chose
to leave . Then she met Mr. Yan and chose a simple and happy life.

She said an older sister had told her that when you're young, you might love someone and not care about the kind of
life you'd have with them, but as you mature, you might love someone because of their lifestyle.

She said she believed that with our talent and hard work, our future wouldn't be bad, but what if things did
n't go as planned? She asked us if choosing each other meant accepting whatever life might come our way.

Ning Que said, "I will."

I pinched him, and amidst his scream, I questioned him, "What
right do you, a grown man, have to say that? Men are supposed to shoulder the responsibilities of life. Saying that is just shirking responsibility.
Only women have the right to say that."

Then, I turned to Teacher Huihui and said very seriously, "I will."

Ning Que and Teacher Huihui both laughed. Ning Que then quietly took my hand, holding it very tightly.

The day after leaving Teacher Huihui's house, Ning Que and I were taken by our parents to Gaobang
Mountain by Honghua Lake. At the Guabang Pavilion on the mountaintop, we were again forced by our parents to bow several times to the statue of Confucius. My father said that last
summer, they came here together to make a wish, hoping that we could both get into good schools, preferably in the
same city. Unexpectedly, we ended up in the same college at the same school, so we must thank
Confucius properly.

My aunt said to Ning Que, "While you were in Shenyang taking the math Olympiad, Shan Shan's mom and I came here every day after work,
like we used to do for the imperial examinations, hoping to see auspicious clouds appear on Gaobang Mountain, hoping you would pass with flying colors. And then we actually saw
the auspicious clouds , and you really did pass! So you must thank Confucius properly."

Ning Que and I felt incredibly frustrated. Two families with children studying geology actually believed in auspicious clouds, and this had absolutely
nothing to do with Confucius. I could get into Zhongshan University even with a fever, and Ning Que got a direct admission to the math Olympiad—Confucius
wouldn't understand that .

We were especially frustrated when we saw both families each donate 5,000 yuan to incense offerings.
I said somewhat worriedly, "You didn't use my graduation trip budget, did you?"

Dad laughed heartily, "Your dad isn't that poor. This 5,000 yuan is nothing.
Your Uncle Ning and I made another big vow here."

Ning Que and I were both very curious. Uncle Ning smiled, looking both pleased and expectant, "
If one day, either of your names can be hung in this building, we'll donate 500,000 yuan."

Wow, that's a lot! Before I could react, Ning Que exclaimed, "What's so
good ? Liao Zhongkai was assassinated, Deng Yanda was executed, Ye Ting died in a plane crash, Su Shi was
demoted here and died of illness a few years later. None of the people whose names are hung here had a good ending. With that money, I'd rather
use it to study abroad."

Seeing Uncle Ning's face turn ashen with anger, I thought, "Oh no, Ning Que is going to get a beating." I quickly took the money.
"If you don't want him to study abroad, you can at least pay the down payment for our new house..."

Sure enough, as soon as this was mentioned, Uncle Ning's anger immediately subsided, and his face warmed up. Auntie smiled
and took my hand: "Shanshan, I had the same thought. I just went to see the houses in City Garden in Jiangbei.
The community environment is particularly good, and it's adjacent to the Dongjiang River on one side and Huamao Tiandi on the other..."

I just wanted to use my charm to divert their attention from Ning Que, but I didn't expect the adults
to be so enthusiastic about buying a wedding house. Seeing that my mother had also joined the discussion, Uncle Ning also chimed in, saying that it would be best
to buy in Guangzhou, not Huizhou, etc. I secretly made a face at Ning Que, who looked helpless.

After the boring trip to Gaobang Mountain, it was finally time for our graduation trip. Ning Que and I had already decided on Beijing as
our destination . My father and Uncle Ning were very pleased, saying that compared to natural scenery, Beijing's history,
culture, and traditional Chinese culture were what we should see most at our age.

However, what they didn't know was that the two most important stops on Ning Que's itinerary were the Bird's Nest stadium for the Olympics and CCTV.
The Forbidden City and the Old Summer Palace were last on our list of places to visit during
our 'd only seen the Bird's Nest, the CCTV Headquarters, the Science and Technology Museum, and the National Museum of China.

The night before we left, my mother came to my room and nagged me about safety,
before finally getting to the point. She pulled a box of condoms out of her pocket and gave it to me, solemnly emphasizing that we absolutely
must be careful and not get pregnant.

Wow, Mom, your daughter really sees right through you! She figured out the real purpose of this graduation trip right away
. I wonder if she's noticed any of the things I've done that skirted the edges of high school this past year.

I forced myself to remain calm: "Mom, Ning Que and I are just going on a graduation trip, don't overthink it."

Mom seemed a little embarrassed: "I'm just worried about what might happen, and it's better to be prepared."

I was a little confused: "Didn't you say a few times that getting pregnant and having a baby during my freshman year of college would be the most efficient thing to do,
with the least impact on my health and future work, plus my aunt can help take care of the baby?"

Mom suddenly seemed to realize something: "Oh right, how could I forget about that? You really
don't need these." As she spoke, she reached for the box of condoms, but I snatched it away with lightning speed.

I said dismissively: "You guys are dreaming too much. You want to retire and have a grandchild? My beautiful and magnificent life
hasn't even started yet, how could I be tied down by a child?" As I spoke, I put the condoms in my backpack.

Mom looked at me helplessly, then smiled lovingly: "Go on, have fun."

I nodded.

Mom left, and I took out a condom, looking at it curiously.
Something I'd never dared to even glance at in supermarkets and pharmacies before, I could finally hold and examine it closely. Just then, I heard a soft knock on the door. I put the condom
back in my backpack, and my father pushed the door open and came in.

He didn't say anything, just gave me 5000 yuan, telling me to stay in a nice hotel in Beijing and
to keep the money and credit cards in different places so I wouldn't be helpless if they were stolen.

I earnestly agreed, and then my father smiled, a hint of melancholy in his eyes, and turned to leave. I chuckled inwardly; all the cabbages
we 'd raised for so many years were about to be eaten by a pig. Even though it was Ning Que, he must be a little reluctant
.

On the way to the airport, Ning Que told me that his mother had also been nagging him for a long time last night, emphasizing the importance
of staying in a good hotel and not being stingy with money on the road. They still treat us too much like children.
In this internet age, as long as you're well-prepared, what's there to worry about?

Ning Que and I had booked a pretty nice hotel near Line 5 subway station outside the North Fourth Ring Road in Beijing a long time ago.
All the places we planned to visit were directly accessible by subway, which was very convenient. We used a 50% off coupon from Qunar.com, and it came to a little
over 300 yuan per night, which is quite cheap in Beijing. We had written down an extremely detailed

itinerary for each day, including which subway exit to enter and exit, how long to spend at each place, and
where to eat. We even printed two copies, just in
case .

However, we had absolutely no idea that this trip would be a complete indulgence, and we wouldn't even reach half of the
places .

When we arrived at the hotel, it was already evening. Hotels in Beijing are so annoying; you have to
register both of our ID cards to check in. Under the strange look of the receptionist, I quietly hid behind Ning Que.

Seriously, what's the big deal? We're both over 18, what's
so great I don't believe young people in Beijing are all that conservative.

Once inside the room, Ning Que suddenly said to me, "Shan Shan, I feel like the girl at the front desk was looking
at strangely. She might think we're…"

"Twins?"

"Twins?"

I immediately realized, and Ning Que and I uttered those two words simultaneously, except I said "siblings," and he said
"brothers." We both chuckled. We're all grown up now, not in kindergarten anymore. If Ning Que doesn't
call me "sister," I'll hit him on the head with a toy.

However, Ning Que had indeed come out a few hours earlier, so logically he should be the older brother. But I still
don't feel comfortable with him shielding me from the storm.

I said dejectedly, "No wonder her expression was so strange. I thought she just thought we were
too young, but now I think she might think we're…"

"Incest," Ning Que said helplessly.

I looked Ning Que over. To be honest, if we were a couple, we'd look like a married couple; if we were siblings,
we really do resemble each other a bit, except for his thinner face, and the resemblance in our eyes and brows is quite noticeable. There's nothing I can do
; my mom and aunt look so alike, which is probably one reason why our two families are so close.

But I was still disgusted by the name "Ning Que," and angrily kicked him, "Serves you right for being so
mischievous , running off more than half a month early! Even if your birthday is only a day apart from mine, people won't think we're
siblings."

Ning Que came over and took my hand, "Just to see what you look like when you come into this world."

Huh? This is the kind of sweet talk Ning Que, who almost always fails Chinese, is saying? It sounds so fake, but it's so sweet.
If he could say these cheesy things more often, that would be wonderful.

Before I could even savor the moment, Ning Que's next sentence pulled me back to reality: "And, I
don't need to remember your birthday anymore."

I angrily tried to pinch Ning Que's arm, but he grabbed it and pulled me into a tight embrace. I
smiled, closed my eyes, and hugged him tightly, resting my head on his shoulder—it felt so good.

I'm so happy! Finally, we have our own little haven, just for Ning Que and me. No more sneaking around,
no more doing anything outrageous and feeling guilty. Today, I can finally
eat . I'm so relaxed, nestled in Ning Que's arms.

Ning Que gently asked in my ear, "Shan Shan, are you hungry?"

I shook my head. "I ate a lot on the plane."

Ning Que hummed in agreement, then softly asked, "Then what about us?"

"Make love," I quickly replied, without even blushing.

Ning Que was speechless. "Shan Shan..."

What's wrong? I've been thinking about this for almost a year, and I've dreamt about making love with Ning Que more than once or twice. I don't believe Ning
Que hasn't thought about it. I gently bit Ning Que's earlobe. "Haven't you thought about it?"

Ning Que didn't speak, but instead responded with his hot lips, kissing my neck, cheeks, and
lips . We greedily savored each other, constantly taking and sharing.

Ning Que picked me up and placed me on the bed, then pressed down on me forcefully. I smiled and accepted it, waiting for him
to help me undress, just like last time.

Suddenly, Ning Que remembered something: "Should we call our parents to let them know we're safe? What if they
call later, and we're..."

I jolted awake. Right, how could I have forgotten something so important in my passion? I
hesitated : "What if they ask if we're staying in the same room? What should we say? Should we lie?"

Ning Que was also a little annoyed: "How about we just send a text message?"

It wasn't a good idea, but I could only try sending it first, praying they wouldn't call with a WeChat video or
anything like that, that would be terrible.

Thankfully, my mother's text message came back immediately, just four words: "Be careful!" Okay,
I understand, I'll make Ning Que use a condom.

Ning Que hadn't replied to my text yet, so I went to take a shower, leaving him to wait.

The hotel shower was very comfortable; the water pressure was strong but not too strong, and the warm spray felt wonderful on my skin. I
opened the shower gel I'd brought and started applying it. This kind of shower gel is quite expensive; I usually don't use it,
but brought it specifically to Beijing. After showering, my skin felt like it had a very thin layer of oil, making it incredibly
smooth. Ning Que would definitely love to touch it. Thinking about how greedily Ning Que had kissed my entire body before, I blushed
a little .

After rinsing off, I quietly dried myself off. After thinking for a moment, I decided not to wrap myself in a towel like I'd seen on TV.
I walked back to the room naked, and under Ning Que's burning gaze, I gave him a slight smile.

Yes, I was ready. Whether he was rough or gentle, whatever he wanted, I was ready.
Since I was ready, what did it matter if I was naked in front of him? However, Ning Que just held up his phone
to show me a text message from Uncle Ning: "Do

n't mess with Shan Shan. If anything happens, I'll break your legs when I get back." Ning Que looked distressed: "What should I do? Should I still do it?"

I thought for a moment: "Analyze the meaning. I think Uncle is emphasizing that nothing should happen, not that you shouldn't
mess with me... 'Something happening' refers to pregnancy, right? I brought a condom..."

Ning Que's eyes lit up again. I lay comfortably on the soft bed and teased him: "Besides,
I don't believe you can hold back."

Ning Que laughed and pounced on me. I kicked him hard: "Go take a shower first."

Hearing Ning Que showering in the bathroom, I quietly got out of bed, took out an extra-large white towel from my suitcase , carefully spread it on the bed, then lay down on it, thought for a moment, and took out my phone to take a picture
of myself . Ning Que also returned naked, leaning over to look at the contents of my phone. He asked me, somewhat strangely, "Why are you so engrossed in looking at your own photo booth picture?" I turned and kissed him. "This is the last photo of me as a virgin, it's quite poignant." Ning Que exclaimed, then said, "Forward it to me on WeChat later." I smiled, "No way!" Before Ning Que could react, I laughed again, " Why don't you just take a picture of my whole body?" Yes, since I've already given myself to him wholeheartedly, what's wrong with having a nude photo on his phone? Maybe a long, long time from now, when our skin is wrinkled, we can look back on those memories. Ning Que happily raised his phone, but I stopped him. "Wait a minute." Under Ning Que's strange gaze, I got out of bed and stood up, letting him take a picture of my standing posture. I ignored his confusion; he couldn't possibly understand a girl's thoughts like that. I stood up simply because my breasts … Ning Que and I lay side by side on the bed, looking at my most youthful and beautiful body on my phone. We really didn't seem like clueless virgins; we could be so calm, naked, and snuggling together so warmly. I tugged at Ning Que's hand: "Let's reminisce later; it's time for the main course." Ning Que happily tossed his phone aside, then pounced on me, pressing down on me and kissing me passionately. In the air-conditioned room, the feeling of embracing each other after a shower was so comfortable; our skin was smooth and clean . I whispered, "Ning Que." Ning Que hummed in response. I pulled a condom from under my pillow and handed it to him, saying, "Put this on." Ning Que hesitated for a moment: "Didn't you just finish the other day? You're safe now, right? Besides, it's your first time, you don't need to wear one, okay?" I said sternly, "You absolutely must wear a condom the first time. You don't have to wear one the second time if you don't want to." Ning Que was confused, thinking I had gotten it backwards. I said seriously, "Girls bleed the first time . I specially bought this white towel to keep as a souvenir. I've looked it up, and many girls bleed very little, not..." " It will drip onto the bed, and you'll only see bloodstains when you wipe it off afterwards. But if you don't use a condom, there will be both blood and semen when you wipe it off, which is disgusting." Ning Que opened his mouth, looking like he wanted to say something but hesitated, then thought for a moment and said seriously, "I think what you said makes a lot of sense." I smiled and hugged him, gently comforting him, "I'll help you put it on." Ning Que kissed my ear lightly, biting my earlobe and whispering, "Let's go in first, and then put it on. I don't want to have to go in through a layer of rubber the first time." I hesitated for a moment, then nodded in agreement. Yes, I didn't want to either. We were really good students; we had each done our homework before coming and researched quite a bit of information . So we kissed passionately, caressed each other, and teased each other. We weren't at all like first-timers . When Ning Que's hot, hard penis pressed against my lower body, I was already aroused and couldn't wait any longer . I bent my legs, waiting for Ning Que's invasion in the most convenient position. Unfortunately, even our cleverness was useless in this regard; we couldn't find the entrance either. After slipping out three times, I finally couldn't resist anymore. I reached out to confirm the location of the opening and then actively pulled Ning Que's penis in. Thankfully, this time it was right. I felt a tearing pain; Ning Que's penis was now firmly embedded in the tightest spot. I released my grip and gently patted Ning Que's buttocks to signal him to continue. Then, this impetuous brat thrust in with tremendous force. I couldn't help but scream...

A scream, the pain almost made me faint. I looked down at where we were joined. Thank goodness, it was all
inside . This ordeal wasn't for nothing.

Ning Que was a little nervous and didn't dare move. I rested for a bit, waiting for the throbbing pain inside me to
gradually subside. Ning Que asked if I wanted to put on a condom now. I shook my head. If I went out now,
it would definitely hurt again when I came back in.

I held Ning Que's buttocks, signaling him to move slowly. It still hurt quite a bit, but much less than before
. I slowly became able to bear it. Ning Que followed the rhythm of my hands, his penis slowly
going in and out of my body. I felt a fullness inside, filling all the gaps. With each thrust, I could clearly feel
the large glans scraping against the flesh walls, both painful and stimulating. Psychologically, I felt very satisfied.

The pain seemed to have lessened a bit. Just as I was about to savor it more, Ning Que suddenly
pulled his penis out forcefully, making a strange popping sound as it came out, like the sound of a thermos being turned off.
I looked at Ning Que with great curiosity.

Ning Que looked quite ashamed: "I almost ejaculated just now."

Ah, less than two minutes! Ning Que's time is too short. But it's probably because it's his first time;
he'll be better next time, I comforted myself.

I smiled as I watched Ning Que clumsily tear open the condom, took it from me, and carefully put it on his penis
. Then I bent my legs, waiting for Ning Que to enter again.

This time it was much smoother than before, and it didn't hurt as much. I no longer held Ning Que; he began
to move in and out at his own pace. I actually felt pleasure,
a slight That slight pleasure made me quickly ignore the pain and wholeheartedly experience and immerse myself in this wonderful
sex.

Mmm, it feels so good. I completely ignored the pain of my skin tearing open each time, closed my eyes, and used
all my strength to discern and search for that slightly tingling, slightly stimulating pleasure. It
was completely different from what those sex textbooks described. My first time wasn't just about pain; it also had pleasure, and the pleasure within the pain was
so wonderful.

But why did Ning Que suddenly stop? I opened my eyes, and Ning Que seemed a little apologetic: "I
've already ejaculated..."

Ah, well, what a pity, I was just feeling so good. I said "Oh," and softly said, "Don't
leave, don't leave, I want him to stay inside a little longer." Yes, as long as he stays inside,
I feel a special sense of security and intimacy.

But no matter how much I longed for Ning Que's swollen penis inside me, it eventually
softened out.

Ning Que got out of bed to wash up in the bathroom. I lay lazily on the bed, my feelings a little complicated. We'd finally done it, and I felt a little regretful that I was
n't a virgin anymore, but it was with Ning Que. To have the most intimate
relationship with the one you love most, that's the true meaning of lovemaking, isn't it? It's a beautiful thing, and it would be a regret not to do it. Thinking about
that a little lost in thought.

Ning Que came back from the bathroom, turned on the main light, and gently wiped me down. I frowned and asked him to be gentle, it hurt
a little . Ning Que smiled and said to me, "Shan Shan, I'm sorry to disappoint you."

I smiled back and comforted him, "It's okay, it's always like this the first time."

Ning Que grinned mischievously again, "I'm not talking about me, it's that you didn't bleed."

Huh? No blood? I rolled over and looked closely at the white towel in Ning Que's hand. Sure enough, there was no blood, just a little
damp and sticky, but definitely no trace of blood. That damp stuff was probably the fluid I had just released
. I must wash it off and cover it up tomorrow, but no blood... that's a real shame.

I was already feeling regretful about missing that precious first time when Ning Que's words forced me to
consider his feelings first. Ning Que was suspicious: "Is it because it's too small that there was no bleeding?"

"Small my foot! Didn't you measure it yourself and say it's above average in statistics?"

Ning Que still seemed a little guilty: "I'm not worried about it being short, I'm worried it might be a bit thin?"

"Thin my foot!" I tapped Ning Que's head with my bent index finger. If it weren't for the fact that it was so thick,
I wouldn't have felt so much pain. After tapping it, I gently stroked his head: "Okay, okay, it's really not thin.
When it was inside, I felt very full. Besides, I wasn't even worried about it being loose, but you're worried
about it being thin. You've compared it to Japanese AV films, where is it thin?"

Ning Que laughed and hugged me, whispering: "It's very tight, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to
ejaculate so quickly."

I also chuckled. He really knows how to make excuses for himself. No bleeding is fine, even though I lost
a souvenir. But bloodstains will change color after they dry and become ugly. It's better that there's no bleeding.

I reached down and touched Ning Que's penis; it was hard again. I rubbed it a couple of times, and
it was back to its peak erection.

Ning Que gently turned me around so my back was to him, and then his hard penis pressed against me again.
It was so hard to find the right spot in this side-lying position; it took me a while to adjust before he slowly but firmly inserted himself.

It hurt. Perhaps the afterglow of the previous pleasure had completely faded. Ning Que noticed my trembling
and asked with concern, "Shan Shan, does it hurt a lot?"

I softly hummed in response, telling him not to worry about me and to go all the way in. Ning Que also hummed in response, supporting my
buttocks and slowly pushing in until he was fully inside.

I whispered, "It hurts, don't move." The previous pleasure had long since disappeared; I just really
liked and lingered on the feeling of him inside me, the fullness, the feeling of being one.

Ning Que gently held me from behind, stopping moving, and then suddenly chuckled. I asked what was wrong.

Ning Que laughed and said, "Shanshan, your wish from many years ago has finally come true. I've put my penis in for you."

I also remembered what happened in kindergarten many years ago, and Ning Que's swollen penis that I had pinched. I laughed and
said, "After all these years, you still remember? This is a childhood trauma you can't shake off, isn't it?"

Ning Que hugged me tightly, gently hummed in agreement, then put his hands on my waist, pulled my lower abdomen in, and
stuck my butt out a little, making it easier for his swollen penis to penetrate deeper.

I whispered, "Back in junior high, the time I carried you to crash into a tree, Lingling secretly told me, 'Be careful, it might get damaged
and useless.' I didn't know what that meant."

Ning Que laughed too: "You asked me that night, and I didn't know then."

I continued: "That year, I read that book, and I always fantasized about you penetrating me."

Ning Que hummed and said softly, "Me too."

I reached behind and slapped his butt, a little annoyed: "Didn't we agree to just stay inside and
not move?"

I noticed Ning Que's little movement, but he didn't stop, still moving in and out with very small movements. I smiled and
leaned my head back, letting him be. Anyway, it didn't hurt much. I really liked this feeling of fullness inside me.

Sex is such a strange thing. It was so painful just now, but after a few dozen thrusts,
the pain was less than a third of what it used to be, while the tingling pleasure was more than twice as strong as before
. I actually experienced the pleasure of sex on my first night!

Ning Que's movements became faster and faster, and my feelings became stronger and stronger. Ning Que suddenly pulled out again. He
finished again? What a pity, I felt comfortable this time.

But Ning Que's next move delighted me. He rolled me onto my back, lifted my legs
, and placed them on his shoulders. This little pervert, where did he learn such a lewd position? I was about to
tease him when a wave of pain and pleasure stopped me. Ning Que learns so quickly;
even in this first-time attempt, he hit the target perfectly, sinking the ball in one go.

This position seemed to penetrate much deeper than the previous side-lying position. I felt a
heavy impact on my innermost part and couldn't help but cry out. Ning

Que stopped: "Shan Shan? Does it hurt?"

This time I was genuinely embarrassed, humming softly, "Not really, it feels really good..." Yes,
that impact to my innermost part felt like an electric shock, a tingling sensation
traveling to my fingertips.

Ning Que smiled smugly, then began to thrust in and out forcefully and rapidly. Mmm, comfortable.
Although the pain was completely suppressed by the pleasure. I couldn't help but moan softly, though the sound was as faint as a mosquito's
hum, it must have been a great encouragement to Ning Que. Ning Que thrust
even harder. In this position, he held onto the bed with his hands, supporting his weight with his arms, relying entirely on his abdominal muscles to thrust rapidly. Luckily, his stamina from
daily training was very strong, otherwise he probably wouldn't have been able to hold on for long.

I even saw beads of sweat sliding down Ning Que's forehead, and I felt very happy. Ning Que was
really pushing himself to the limit to satisfy me. This position was indeed very comfortable for me, but Ning Que would be so tired that he wouldn't feel much pleasure.

This thought hadn't even lasted ten seconds when Ning Que suddenly pulled his penis out and pressed it against my
lower abdomen. This time he was really going to climax. I watched him close his eyes, panting heavily, and his penis began to ejaculate in waves
.

That jerk! He ejaculated all over my stomach, and it flowed down my lower abdomen. Luckily,
there was a white towel nearby, so I grabbed it and wiped it clean in time. If the sheets got wet, how could I sleep?

Ning Que rolled off me and onto the side, murmuring, "So comfortable."

I touched his face and whispered, "Me too."

Ning Que and I smiled at each other. I didn't regret losing my virginity at all. Looking at him, I
just felt a deep joy in my heart. It turned out that being with him, doing the most intimate things, was so blissful.

I lay in Ning Que's arms and quietly said, "Ning Que, will we be like this forever?"

Ning Que said very seriously, "Shanshan, I swear, I will protect you for the rest of my life."

I snuggled into Ning Que's arms and smiled quietly. My heart was full of joy. Love is so beautiful. It's so good to be Ning Que
's woman. I was quietly happy. After a long silence, I looked up at Ning Que. He was already asleep.
Oh right, the information I read said that men are usually very tired after ejaculating and fall asleep quickly. He ejaculated twice; he
must be exhausted.

But I was too excited to sleep. I just lay there with my head on his arm, lost in thought about our
love story, about our future together, about how we would grow old together in each other's arms.

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