[I Started Being Lewd Behind My Boyfriend's Back] (Revised Edition) (01-02) Author: Makeface

Author: makeface
Word Count: 21346

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Chapter 1 – The Opened Pandora's Box

"The real truth is, even if you close Pandora's box again, nothing will ever be the same again."

—Year xxx Month xxx Day.

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"Miss, I'm so sorry! You forgot to fill in your age!" A female clerk nervously tugged at my
sleeve, gesturing with her right hand to the blank space I had accidentally left empty.

"I'm so sorry!! I didn't see it just now..." I hurriedly picked up my pen and found the space the clerk had pointed out.

"Thirty..." I murmured to myself as I wrote, "Ah... I'm already thirty... Time flies..."

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Thirty, written on paper or recorded in various written articles, is at most just a number. However,
for women, adding the word "age" after 30 means that even at a stage where they have achieved a balance between family, love,
friendship , and work, they inevitably feel that most of their youth has already passed. And I,
a freelance writer, am also a woman facing this thirty. Looking at the black ink writing
my age on the white paper, I also acknowledged the fact that I am already thirty. But is this just a stage? Or
just the beginning?

I have a boyfriend who is like a big boy named Zhongcheng, a rather interesting name, because
every time I call his name, I feel like I am a soldier shouting the slogan "Loyalty!" So I
changed it to "Xiaocheng".

In the bustling coffee shop, I sat quietly by the window, watching people
hurry through the city. This was the fast pace of urban life.

Xiao Cheng brought over two cups of coffee, carefully placed them down, and said excitedly, "Xiao Xi,
let's go to Hawaii!"

I was afraid I'd misheard, so I asked softly again, "What?"

"We..." Xiao Cheng gestured with his hand, indicating himself and me, "...to Hawaii!"

"Yes...what's wrong?" I asked, my eyes wide with surprise.

"No! It's like this...I'm going there on a business trip, and although the person I'm meeting can speak Chinese,
my English is really...I was thinking you could help me..." Xiao Cheng scratched his hair with his right hand,
looking down shyly, "Or...are you reluctant?" His voice grew softer, afraid I would refuse
.

Xiao Cheng nodded, his fingers fidgeting nervously as he awaited my reply.

"Silly...of course it's okay!" I smiled and patted his head. "I'm happy just being with you!"

"Hahaha! Yes!" He grinned sheepishly, unable to hide his excitement.

A few weeks later, we packed our bags and boarded a plane to Hawaii.
Looking out the small window, Honolulu Airport stood beside the azure ocean. The airport wasn't large, and its low-rise
buildings exuded a friendly, vacation vibe.

If it weren't for taking a deep breath of the humid air and seeing the English signs as soon as we got off the plane,
we would have thought we had arrived in Japan. Besides Europeans and Americans, we saw groups of Japanese
and South . These amusing clashes confirmed that we had indeed arrived in Hawaii!

Even though Xiao Cheng and I had been sitting on the plane for a while and our backs were aching, the arrival of this newfound sense of arrival lightened our mood
considerably. After collecting our luggage, we immediately found the shuttle we had booked and headed to the hotel.

The weather was fantastic; the sky and sea were crystal clear and azure. As we drove towards Waikiki Beach, the various
luxurious

hotels, coconut trees, and leisurely vacationing European, American, and Japanese tourists completely convinced us that we

were on vacation. Before we knew it, we had arrived at the hotel
entrance .

"Oh…!!"

Just as we stepped off the shuttle bus, we heard an elderly woman's groan.
Looking we saw a woman who looked Japanese slumped on the roadside, her purse scattered nearby. I
quickly rushed over to help her up.

"Are you alright?" I asked anxiously, crouching down beside the seemingly Japanese
woman.

"What?... (What?)" The old woman, enduring the pain, said haltingly, "I...I...h
ur...hurtmywrist... (I...I...I hurt...I hurt my wrist)."

"Pa...pa...pardon?...oh!oh! I got it, you
hurt your wrist...ok...be careful! (No...no...
I'm sorry ?...Oh! Oh! I understand, you hurt your wrist...okay...be careful!)" This sudden
barrage of English left me somewhat bewildered, but thankfully I understood. I carefully avoided touching her injured hand, and once
she regained her balance, I quickly gathered the scattered items and returned them to her.

The old woman gave me a grateful smile, excitedly grasped my hands, and tried her best to express her gratitude,
saying, "
Thank you so much...you are a lovely girl."

"Hey, Xiaoxi! Are you alright?" Xiaocheng also jogged over immediately, "I saw you rush
out like that, is she okay?"

"Yeah, she's fine!" I adjusted the straps of my backpack, straightening it from its crooked position during my run.

Then, turning to look at the old woman, he asked worriedly, "Are
you okay?"

"
I'm fine, I'm fine... just old bones hurt, ha~ ha~"
the old woman immediately burst into hearty laughter, showing that nothing had happened. "Enjoyyo
urguys trip, kids, leave this old lady ..."
"One, ha! ha! ha! (Enjoy your trip, kids, leave this old lady to me all by
herself, ha! ha! ha!)"

She nodded and walked away with a flourish.

The old lady seemed fine, and Xiao Cheng and I nodded in acknowledgment before pushing our suitcases into
the hotel lobby, beginning our little trip.

"Finally—" As soon as we got to the room, Xiao Cheng dropped his luggage and rushed to the seaside viewing platform,
stretching lazily with his arms outstretched. In the sunlight, he wore a satisfied smile, as if all his fatigue had vanished.

"Yeah! We're finally here!... Wow! So beautiful!" I rushed to his side like a child,
resting my hands and squinting at the sea view. "Is this it? While you're at work, I'll
just sit here and daydream~"

"Hey! Hey! Look!" I saw Zhong Cheng holding a bottle of sweet white wine and two glasses in his left hand, grinning
at me.

*Ding!* We tapped our glasses to signal the start of our vacation.

I took a big gulp; it was cool and smooth, with a subtle white grape aroma lingering in my mouth. I couldn't help but exclaim, "
This is so delicious!"

"Haha, really delicious?" Zhongcheng also took a big gulp, a satisfied expression on his face.

For about ten minutes, listening to the sounds of tourists playing, the gentle lapping of the waves, and the unexpectedly
strong sea breeze, we used all our senses to immerse ourselves in the place, forgetting the pace of work and
transforming our mindset into that of "simple tourists."

"Um…" Xiaocheng glanced at his watch, breaking the silence.

He took a breath, gave me a mysterious and enigmatic smile, and asked, "I've prepared a special
itinerary for you. I wonder if you want it?"

"Hehe… what kind of itinerary?" His comical smile made me chuckle, and on the other hand, I was also curious about
how "special" an itinerary could be for a "grown man."

Xiao Cheng looked at me mysteriously, then slowly uttered, "Full...body...massage."

I have to admit, I was a little nervous. After all, a full-body massage involves exposing a lot of skin, and besides my parents
and Xiao Cheng, no one else had ever touched or even seen the area covered by my t-shirt and shorts. I
nervously thought, "Will this be...too embarrassing?"

Seeing my stunned expression, Xiao Cheng patted my shoulders and said earnestly, "It's okay, I'll be
right here with you, don't be nervous! If...if you don't really want it, that's fine too!"

I thought to myself, "But, but...this is the first time Xiao Cheng has arranged something so kindly...refusing doesn't
seem right..."

So I steeled myself, stood on tiptoe, and kissed him on the lips. "It's okay! Just being
here with me is enough!" After the kiss, I hugged him affectionately, feeling his warmth and thinking of his
tenderness . He hugged me tightly too, and we kissed passionately on the viewing platform, like a scene from an idol drama. Then
, I took his hand, got the room key, and we went together to his "secret itinerary."

"Sir,
I'm so sorry! Our rooms are full no w." The receptionist apologetically told
us this disheartening news.

Perhaps I felt a little relieved, but seeing Xiaocheng's disappointed face, I still
felt sorry for him. However, just as we were about to leave, a familiar voice came.

"Wait! Just take
them to there."

Xiaocheng and I looked over at the same time. It was the old lady who had fallen earlier, holding an ice
pack and icing her right hand while talking to the receptionist.

"Yes, Mrs. Maeda."

Could she be a Japanese-American? Could the old lady be a senior manager of this hotel?

"Thank you so much!" Xiao Cheng and I
kept bowing our heads to thank the old lady.

She nodded, her kind smile overflowing with wrinkles, and mouthed, "Go on
!"

"This way, please!"

"Wow—!"

As soon as we entered the room, we both exclaimed in unison. The massage room was surprisingly bright,
not the lights, but from the sunlight reflecting off the sea and sand in front of it. It was on the second floor by the sea, and the higher floor and
beachside design offered a wider view. We were like country bumpkins visiting a grand garden, carefully
examining .

The room was designed with a large pane of glass in front, allowing you to see out from the inside, but not
in . Wall lamps on both sides and decorations of pale yellow hibiscus and white bougainvillea, combined with the dark brown fine
wood grain walls, create an elegant Hawaiian style. The ceiling, aside from some cleverly diffused
lighting , resembles a dome made of wooden planks, avoiding any sense of oppression and instead offering an extremely relaxing and comfortable feeling, like a gazebo.

" Well, the closets are on you, just
get
changed. Your massages
will be here soon. Have fun." The receptionist introduced warmly, gesturing to the location of the clothes and items.

"Okay~ okay~" we hurriedly replied nervously. She smiled, nodded, and went out the door.

"Xiao Xi! Do you want to switch views with me? I can see more sandy beaches from here!" Xiao Cheng
playfully nudged my shoulder, pointing to the golden sand under the sunlight.

"It's okay... I'm fine!" My nervousness hadn't subsided, but I forced a smile, not wanting to spoil Xiao Cheng
's mood.

I took off my white floral shirt, pure white lace lingerie, black and gray plain fabric shorts, and sandals with floral embellishments,
folding them neatly and placing them in the wooden basket beside me. I picked up a pair of nude silk
massage underwear and changed into them, then put my brown wavy hair up and sat quietly on the bed waiting.

"Wow..." Xiao Cheng had already changed into her underwear and was sitting on the next bed, shirtless, looking at me with
an expression of complete astonishment at my beauty.

I glanced back and accidentally saw his erect pants. "Ugh! Don't look!" I frowned,
quickly lay down on the bed to admire the sea view, my heart pounding as I waited for the masseur to arrive.

"Ah... I didn't..."

Just as Xiao Cheng was about to explain, knock! knock! knock! The door rang.

"We... okay! okay! okay!" Xiao Cheng couldn't wait to enjoy the massage, quickly inviting the masseur in with extremely basic
English.

I leaned back and looked; there were two men around our age, with Asian faces, I wasn't sure
which country they were from. I could hear my heartbeat gradually, and I kept reassuring myself: "Xiao Cheng is right
here, relax!... relax!..."

After the masseurs introduced themselves, they started tidying up some massage supplies. The sound of bottles and jars made me
even more nervous. I only vaguely remembered them saying: Xiao Cheng's masseur is a little hard of hearing... and...
it's normal for the massage to get close to sensitive areas... etc., but I didn't really hear most of it.

"Xiao Xi, don't be nervous, I'm right here!" Xiao Cheng quickly reminded me, afraid that I
would forget due to excessive tension.

"Ah!"

I exclaimed in surprise, because I suddenly felt the masseur rapidly applying essential oil to my back.
Being a man, the discomfort filled every muscle, and I stiffened like a wooden doll.

I originally thought I would grit my teeth and bear it, but surprisingly, as the warm essential oil
was slowly poured onto my back, and the warm hands gently stroked and pressed, I could feel that the masseur's
technique was indeed skilled. After about ten minutes, my back, which had been as hard as wood, gradually returned to its supple and delicate state.

"Xiao Xi, are you alright? Is it still tolerable?" Xiao Cheng looked at me and asked softly.

"Ha...it's...not bad, just...I'm still a little nervous..." I chuckled. "Maybe...I'll
get used to it ..."

I turned to look in his direction. A worktable that also served as a curtain blocked the view between our two beds
, so I could only see Xiao Cheng's closed face. I thought, "At least I can barely see his face..."

The aroma of lavender essential oil wafted through the air, and the massage from his hands on my back was just right,
slowly to my calves. Wherever his hands touched, my muscles relaxed. I wondered if it was the effect of the alcohol I'd just drunk?
Or the friction from his hands? I felt my whole body slowly warming up.

I felt like I was immersed in a warm essential oil bath. The masseur's hands were like heated rollers in the bathtub;
wherever his hands touched, that part felt especially warm, and the muscles felt especially relaxed.
There was no pain from the pressure on my muscles, nor was there an overly weak, ticklish feeling.

"Ah...that's..." I gasped, exclaiming in surprise.

I felt his fingertips lightly gliding across the skin near my private parts. My muscles tensed from my nervousness,
only to relax under his touch. This back-and-forth motion was quite a strange sensation, like waves of excitement, tension
, and pleasure washing over me. It seemed that the alcohol had been in effect earlier, and my body was getting
warmer and warmer, slowly becoming more responsive.

I thought to myself, "He said he would get a little closer to sensitive areas, so... it's normal, right?"

This feeling of excitement made me think of my interactions with Xiao Cheng in bed. Whether it was my imagination or
just a coincidence, Xiao Cheng's flirtatious massage techniques were remarkably similar to what my body was experiencing now. I could
feel Xiaocheng deliberately brushing against my labia first, then pressing my inner thighs with his palms,
and
the way and...

Suddenly, I was startled: "Kexi! Don't think like that! A masseuse shouldn't touch my breasts and private parts, right? Protest
!"

" I know, you might be a little embarrassed, but all girls can enjoy this part. It's good for you, relax!" A gentle voice came from behind me, trying to soothe me with words. It felt like he could read my mind, so I could only awkwardly reply in a small, soft voice, "ok...k... " However, I also thought carefully, "He knows I'll feel awkward? That means many girls feel the same way, and since he's still here, it means no one has complained. I guess he's trustworthy, right?" Giving myself a reasonable explanation seemed to lift a heavy weight off my shoulders, and I turned to experience his massage technique. Rather than saying this masseur's method was exactly like Xiao Cheng's, it was better! So much better! Xiao Cheng's technique was too rough, while this gentleman's technique could be described as delicate. It wasn't a man's hands roaming over a woman's body, but a gentleman carefully serving her. "Is it comfortable?" Xiao Cheng suddenly asked lazily, his voice revealing complete relaxation and ease. "Mmm..." I responded vaguely before carefully savoring every detail. Following the masseur's instructions, I got up, turned over, and lay back down. I closed my eyes slightly and silently watched the gentleman preparing his tools. He had medium-length black hair, gentle eyes, and while not handsome, he possessed a mature and composed air. He wore a masseur's uniform—a brown shirt and wide-legged brown shorts—and his tanned arms showed off his strong muscles. My gaze continued to sweep over him, much like a man looking at a woman . His calves and thighs looked toned and athletic, and between his thighs… there was a small mound? "Could it be… that he… reacted like that because he saw me?" I thought shyly. "No… no… that can't be … I'm already 30…" As I was still pondering, the gentleman turned his head, and I followed suit, shifting my gaze to the other side, trying my best to conceal my earlier peeping, carefully trying not to be discovered, and pretending everything was natural. "The massage was pretty good, I shouldn't be too nervous later, right?" I wondered to myself. I closed my eyes and lips tightly, like a nervous little girl, bracing myself for his hands to touch my soft, white thighs. Instantly, a warm, reassuring feeling spread through his palms into my muscles. Even with my sensitive thighs, I could feel the warmth of his palms; I could imagine those hands so close to my skin.

The close contact felt almost preordained; the two would inevitably meet, merging seamlessly without any sense of unfamiliarity.

I felt my thighs slowly warming as his hands, smeared with essential oil, massaged them. This frictional
heat gradually penetrated to the deeper muscles, truly relaxing the tension. My thighs were
gently pushed apart from the inside out, gradually forming an "M" shape. The heated rollers I mentioned rolled slowly along
the inner sides of my thighs. I had initially thought I would feel tense and uncomfortable as the rollers moved upwards towards my private parts,
but instead, it brought a sensation I had never experienced before. The muscles between my thighs and private parts had been tense for a long time
. As they slowly relaxed, and with his fingertips brushing against my labia majora near my vulva, I felt a surge
of excitement. My vaginal opening first tightened, then gradually expanded. I wasn't sure if it was my own lubrication or the essential oil
sliding down my vulva.

"Is it okay?" the masseur
asked .

"Yes...yes..." I was completely surrendering to the masseur's exquisite skills.
Like the miraculous hands of God, my pain vanished wherever his hands touched, causing me to let out a soft
moan .

A satisfied smile unconsciously graced my closed eyes and lips. With the stimulation of my body and senses, I
couldn't help but praise him: "
I'm...being treated like...a...qu...queen."

"Mmm...mmm..." The more intently he massaged, the more I began to moan. I had heard that people
in extreme pleasure would trigger a reflex in the language area of their brain, easily
making unconscious sounds under intense excitement. I...was actually...excited?

I felt a little ashamed as I moaned with excitement from being touched. I tried to suppress my moans
until the masseur's fingers slid away from my labia majora, but my aroused heart couldn't suppress its
anticipation for the next part of the massage.

He reapplied the massage oil to his hands, and I secretly glanced at the "hill" in his pants. It turned out that
the more he tried to serve me, the more it was inversely proportional to his inner desires; that "hill" had already grown into
a "pyramid." His physical reaction made my cheeks flush. I saw the allure of my own body in his eyes, but I also
shyly wondered, "I wonder if he feels a little embarrassed?"

Suddenly, a pair of warm, large hands pressed against my breasts, and the deep cleavage
was revealed by the sudden pressure. I cried out, "Ah!..."

I didn't know if he did it on purpose, but he didn't massage my arms; he directly pressed my breasts. I
was startled by this sudden action and didn't know how to react.

"No...this won't do, will it?..." I thought to myself, suddenly terrified and completely at a loss.

Slowly, his serious expression and professional face made me stop in my tracks, and then I gradually felt his nimble,
light hands gliding over me, pressing along the area near my armpits with his fingertips, then lifting and pushing my breasts inwards from both sides,
releasing them, and then lifting them upwards from below. His movements were quite elegant, without any of the pain of a typical breast massage.
My heart was filled with more amazement and pleasure.

Besides being amazed by his professionalism, a little sexual fantasy surfaced in my mind, imagining
how touched. After all, my nipples were already slightly hard and erect, and they were standing quietly on my chest, their standing
posture completely unable to hide their desire to be touched.

"Are you okay?" Xiao Cheng asked with concern after hearing my earlier cry.

"Um...it's okay...it just hurts a little..." I quickly replied, but I was lying.

I was now enjoying having my breasts kneaded by another man, and I couldn't help but rub my thighs.
The masseuse 's hands brazenly slipped inside my thin shirt, a stimulating and wicked sense of transgression washing over me. I wasn't just
enjoying the stimulation on my breasts, but also the thrill of a semi-illicit affair in the next bed.

"dcupright? you have asslim, aggressive
and sexy body. really want a be you chasing."
"(D-Cup, right? You have a slender, attractive, and sexy body. I really want to be your king.)"
The masseur squatted down and whispered in my ear. Hearing that sexually suggestive praise, I
was so shy I didn't know what to do. I was about to say something when I was stopped by the overwhelming pleasure. My breasts
were completely covered by a pair of large hands, and the fingers of those hands skillfully rubbed and circled around my erect nipples.
The warm essential oil on his hands soaked through the shirt covering my full breasts, and my breasts, which longed to be held, were
slowly revealed through the fabric, like a painting of the Da Vinci Code being deciphered. Was I naked? Or
not? It didn't matter. I only knew that his actions were seducing me, and my reactions were seducing him. An atmosphere of
seduction surrounded us.

"Mmm...mmm..." I moaned involuntarily as my nipples were teased.

Then he gently cupped my breasts from below, as if holding a sacred treasure, and
began to knead them in circular motions. Next, he gently rocked my breasts up and down, left and right, making various
movements . I never imagined that my first time giving a massage would be like this, with a stranger enjoying my breasts.

"Should I...should I stop?...?" My heart pounded faster and faster. I used my remaining rationality to
think , "No...I can't go on like this..."

But the physical stimulation completely overwhelmed my reason. Waves of caresses melted my body
into the comfort zone of being touched and served, making me feel my value as a woman. I had never been treated so
preciously . Is this...is this really okay?

" All girls were excited in this process, the suitable sexual fantasies are healthy! Enjoy it!" That gentle voice told me to relax again, making me wonder if there were mind readers in the world
. "So it's not just me..." I calmed myself down. "That's right, if something had happened, he would have been complained about and wouldn't be here. This is just part of the massage! Just enjoy it!" I guess it's to promote blood circulation?

"But...is it really okay to have sexual fantasies?... " The more I thought about it, the redder I became. "
It feels so...so strange! It feels like I'm doing something wrong..."

"
So wet...the wetted pant shows your secret place..."
Another whispered sound reached my ears, like it was incubating my sexual fantasies. A shy yet tingling sensation spread
throughout my body, making me slowly want to trust him and immerse myself in the double assault of lewd words and massage.

I could feel the love juice seeping from my honey hole already soaking through my underwear, my round, delicate breasts already exposed,
my cheeks gradually turning red, and I letting out soft, panting breaths. My boyfriend was in pain beside me, while I was enjoying
the sexual stimulation aroused by another man. This contrast made me feel inexplicably excited. Women are auditory creatures—
that 's an undeniable truth. No matter how rational or loyal a woman is normally,
under the influence of praise and perfect techniques, no one can escape such a surrender.

"Ah...it hurts so much!..." Xiao Cheng continued to wail.

Xiao Cheng was unaware that his girlfriend, her clothes soaked with essential oil, was nearly naked next to
a man, listening to the strange man's lewd words, while the breasts that Xiao Cheng often sucked and kneaded
were wantonly played with and deformed in the hands of another man.

Silently, those warm, large hands left my chest, and a wave of disappointment welled up inside me:
"Is that all?... "

But the man with the towering "pyramid" of erections then slowly lifted my legs, returning them to the
initial M-shape, so my thighs were now hanging down. He used both hands to hold the inside and outside of one leg and began
to massage up and down, choosing to re-massage the muscles of my thighs and private parts, essentially starting the hot roller massage
mode. My labia majora began to enjoy the feeling of his fingers touching the lowest point, up and down,
touching and releasing.

My mind went blank, completely immersed in this gentle bath, savoring
the unique massage method that blended sexual fantasies with massage. Just when I felt everything was peaceful, I found myself starting
to breathe , and my vagina was becoming increasingly wet. Only then did I realize the masseur's "special technique."

As he pressed his palm to the lowest point, closest to my wet, moist vulva, he gently pushed the fabric covering my vulva with his
little finger , slowly pushing it towards the center of my vagina. At first
, I didn't notice because of the warm essential oil, but as the stimulation of my labia majora became more and more sensitive, the feeling of fullness in my vaginal opening became more and more
intense. When he finished massaging one side, I felt half of my private parts being exposed, as if it were
part of his plan.

"Mmm... ah... mmm..." I moaned softly, my breath coming in gasps. When he switched to pushing against the other side of
my underwear , my vaginal opening, which had been intermittently contracting, gushed out a large amount of love fluid,
which flowed down my buttocks continuously. There was enough love fluid to welcome the insertion of various penises.

"How embarrassing... how come I'm so wet?" I squirmed slightly, trying to cover myself,
but nothing worked. "Oh no, it keeps contracting... so embarrassing..."

He then lifted one of my legs completely, and my underwear tightened as my leg rose, revealing my
alluring, feminine vulva. The only thing missing was the underwear fabric clinging tightly
to , a semi-transparent fabric soaked with my love juices. And so, for the first time
, I gave my most private vulva to a stranger.

"No...!" I whispered, but it was the only resistance I could muster.

I don't know if he deliberately didn't hear me. He held my raised leg with his hands, pressing his thumbs
against my calves, but I was oblivious to the massage. I felt him rubbing his genitals against
my buttocks—hard! Very hard!

He might really want me, or maybe he just couldn't control his physical reactions. I really
wasn't sure which it was. I was a little scared, but also excited. I couldn't describe the feeling!

The "pyramid" was right next to my buttocks and right hand. I couldn't help but sneakily reach out my right hand
to touch the tight shorts, then slowly press it against the top of the "pyramid." So wet...

so hard...so thick.

I didn't know what I was doing. My hand moved before my brain even started processing it. Even though it was through the pants,
this was the first time I had touched another man's penis, and right next to Xiao Cheng. A shameful, almost immoral, pleasure
washed over me. It was a stranger's penis, and I couldn't bear to let go of it.

"Ah...!" I gasped softly.

The masseur pulled down his pants, and the moment I pulled my hand back, the long-erect penis
sprang out, with a glans moistened by pre-ejaculate, a thick shaft with engorged veins, and
a length that looked like it could penetrate deeply.

"So...big..." My eyes were hazy as I looked at the unfamiliar dildo, and I couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

"Hoo...ah...hoo..." My excitement made me pant heavily, and I thought to myself, "This...this won't do! This...
this..."

" Hard enough
!

Do you want my dildo to go inside your horny little hole?" The masseuse smiled at me,
speaking in a gentle tone that made my shame increase wildly.

Although I turned my head away, my face was red, but in my heart I was screaming, "Yes...I want it!" "But

let me insert it inside your wet push..." "
Syfirst. (But let me insert this into your wet vagina first.)" As soon as he finished speaking, he
quickly pulled down my underwear, first touching my incredibly wet pussy with his middle finger, and then thrusting it deep into my vagina in one go.

"Mmm—! So...so comfortable!" Feeling this sudden "little satisfaction" in my pussy, I couldn't help
but moan , my comfortable and happy expression completely undisguised.

"Hmm, usually it hurts first, and then the comfort comes!" Xiao Cheng heard my moan and mistakenly thought that I
was crying out because of the pain of the massage, not knowing that the pussy he usually thrust into now had someone else's finger inside,
accompanied by the rhythmic sound of wetness during the thrusting.

"Mmm...a very different massage! Mmm...ah! A very deep massage!" I felt apologetic, but only
I couldn't suppress my body's reaction as I continued to lie, moaning incessantly.

I watched the fingers twitching in my vagina, back and forth, my vaginal opening widening, my lubrication
increasing . His technique was excellent, quickly stimulating my G-spot along the vaginal walls. I couldn't tell if it was him inserting
it or my wet vagina sucking it in. My legs spread wider and wider, and as the fingers touched me, I thought of
Xiao Cheng next door: "Am I doing this to him? Am I really a very lewd woman? Is the finger
just

a deeper massage?" These complex questions filled my mind. However, this period of contemplation was quite short.
That sexy, thick rod stretched out in front of me, slightly curved to the left, swaying slowly, as if
wanting be pleaded with me for caresses.

"This...this...is...?..." I looked at it with a confused and flushed expression. "I really want to...touch...it...but
..."

But thinking of Xiao Cheng, I steeled myself and immediately bit my lower lip lightly with my teeth, trying again to turn my head
away. After all, if I "actively" touched it, I wouldn't be able to forgive myself.

"Ha~
ha~ what
a shy horny girl~ newmin d, but your really has an amazing pussy." He kept talking
lewdly , until my ears turned red but I couldn't refute him, because I couldn't bring myself to ask him to pull his fingers
out of my pussy. The rapid thrusting stimulated every nerve in my body. In addition, his lewd
praise made me feel incredibly excited and a confirmation of being a sexy woman.

"
Now my cock is about to penetrate your honey pot. Okay?" His
voice couldn't hide his excitement, trembling slightly and high-pitched. After he finished speaking,
the feeling of fullness in my soaking wet honey pot disappeared, and I saw him holding his cock, glistening with pre-ejaculate, waving it around and showing off in front of my honey pot.

I was so shy and didn't know what to do. Looking at that incredibly tempting penis, I didn't know how things
had turned out this way. I was so scared. I should stop. If I continued like this, I would be letting Xiaocheng down. So I said, "Do
n't..." "

Deepinsidepushit?" Xiaocheng suddenly spoke up. "Yes! Sh
eisok! Pushit!" (Here,
Xiaocheng misheard "pussy" as "pushit.")

"Oh, no..." Just as I was getting nervous about Xiaocheng's wrong answer, a
feeling of excitement, fulfillment, happiness, and shyness suddenly filled my heart, making me moan loudly:
"Ah—!"

A strong and powerful penis had already hardened and entered my honey hole.

"Oh...yes...oh...
yes, I love it, I love you, so tight, baby."
The masseur excitedly shouted in my ear, his hard, thick penis positioned inside my warm, moist vagina. This
despicable penis, as if afraid I'd lose my temper without stimulation, forcefully pushed
me forward while Xiao Cheng was oblivious to my answer.

My "Ah!" was especially loud, an explosion of desire imprisoned within my female body, a blatant display of illicit sex, enjoyed for
its own sake , unfolding nakedly beside my boyfriend. Xiao Cheng was unaware that his haphazard answer
had led to a penis being inserted into his girlfriend's private honeypot, while I, already lost in passion and powerless to resist, only wanted to savor
the pleasure and stimulation the penis brought me.

"Ah...ah...so embarrassing...ah..." I moaned softly, feeling ashamed. The stimulation of that penis
kept eroding my brain's control over reason.

That penis was slowly throbbing and moving inside me, carefully thrusting in and out, experiencing
every tenderness within my honey pot. If it were just my fingers, I think I would have a whole host of excuses to explain that I wasn't lewd
and that I hadn't been violated. But this penis wasn't one of those electric silicone dildos from sex shops. It was a
firm , living, throbbing penis, without a plastic sheath, that might ejaculate and impregnate me,
attracted to me unknowingly by my own body...

I covered my face tightly with my hands, but he forcefully spread my legs. He greedily hoped that his thick penis
could penetrate even deeper, while my round, full breasts were being kneaded and sucked to my heart's content. However, he silently pulled
me down off the bed. My body lay on the massage bed, my buttocks already suspended in the air. Due to my body weight, I
kept sliding down, but with each slide, that thick penis would forcefully push me back up
. It went back and forth quickly like this, more intense than ever before when I made love with Xiao Cheng. And this penis was gradually
getting bigger, directly hitting my G-spot!

With each thrust, my hands moved away from my face, and soon my hands were pressed against his
thick arms, as if to accommodate his penetration.

"Ah!...mmhmm...oh...harder and harder! (Ah!
Hmm...oh, harder, harder)" This was a poisonous penis, and I desperately
craved .

"Haha, just one more time!" Xiao Cheng, hearing my moans, mistook them for cries of pain and happily
comforted me. He didn't know that I didn't want just one more time; I wanted many, many more. I wanted this
rod to keep thrusting into my clitoris.

Suddenly, the rod was pulled out, and the masseur, like a god, flipped me over. I lay face down on the bed,
like a devout Muslim in prayer, but my wet vagina was still facing the rod, which was covered in my love juice.
The rod, seemingly unwilling to get cold, immediately plunged deep into my clitoris.

"Ee...uh..." I murmured softly, the sound too wanton. The large rod
thrust rapidly inside me again, my full breasts swaying with the impact, and I, already wanton,
clenched my vagina tightly, wanting to give each other the greatest stimulation.

"You...are so tight, good...oh...yes...(You...suddenly
become so tight, so comfortable...ah...ss...)

"The masseur's penis could not withstand my efforts to squeeze, and the thrusting slowly slowed down.

I felt his penis swelling and throbbing inside me, a sign he was about to ejaculate. I
quickly remembered something important and shouted, "Condom! Condom!
( Condom!)"

"Oh, no, it's too late!" Those words,
like thunder made me turn around immediately. Instantly, a warm liquid sprayed onto my cheek, and my vision
went completely blank. The fullness inside my vagina gradually faded, replaced by a mixture of vaginal fluid and
semen flowing from my vulva… from my vulva to my thighs , then onto the bed, and finally dripping onto
the floor.

"Huff… huff… huff…! That was close… that was close… haa ...
I was still savoring the massage,
and with each soft moan, more fluid slowly flowed from my body. Facial ejaculation—this was the first time a man had ever
ejaculated on my face. I didn't think much of it; I just felt the warm sensation was wonderful.

"Xiao Xi?...Are you done on your end?" Xiao Cheng noticed my panting; it seemed his
massage had ended too, but more accurately, I had just finished sex.

"Mmm...It's over...Huff...Huff..." I couldn't stop panting. "Are you done too?"

The masseur gently wiped away the essential oil and my fluids with a hot towel
, kissed my lips, and whispered in my ear, "thank you
. You're a beautiful, lovely girl."

Then he collected my soaked disposable underwear and gentlemanly helped me change into a new set. Suddenly, I
understood why no one complained; the whole experience felt like enjoying a man's respect for a woman.

Xiao Cheng slowly walked over to the workbench and asked, "Xiao Xi, what's that on your face?"

I froze, touching my face. It was sticky, warm "love fluid."

I was so nervous my tongue tied, unable to speak, and struggled to come up with a terrible answer, "That's...
gel ... gel... mask!"

"Oh?" Xiao Cheng also touched his cheek, looking puzzled and suspicious. "Maybe guys
don't have ..."

"Never mind~" Xiao Cheng patted my shoulder, looking refreshed. "We're going to eat soon! Hurry up and
get ready!"

"Phew... that was close..." I breathed a huge sigh of relief.

Later, I realized that the guilt and confusion of that day were like a shooting star. What I was truly freed from wasn't
the physical pressure, but the mental shackles. I was like Pandora's box that had been opened; no one could tell
me what lay ahead after the shackles were removed…

Chapter Two – Not a Goddess, But I Am Venus

"Venus is the symbol of love, yet the love she pursued was all built on adultery."

—[Date]

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"Haa… I'm going to cum!" Xiao Cheng grabbed my buttocks and thrust upwards with force. "Ah—!"

"Huff… huff…" Gasps echoed between us as I continued to sway my hips. "Xiao Cheng, once again…"

"We've already used three condoms…" Xiao Cheng stood up and hugged me tightly, asking worriedly, "Xiao Xi… are you
alright? Do you want to rest?"

*********************************************************************

The passion after the massage faded, and little by little, reason returned to my brain, along with fear.

What's wrong with me? Why can't I say no? I'm like a lamb being led to the slaughter. I'm so scared,
so scared that Xiao Cheng will find out I did that with another man.

Should I accuse the masseur? But…but…I can't. For some reason, I can't hate him at all,
especially since I even asked him to at the time…

Should I confess to Xiao Cheng? No…I can't do that either. I'm so afraid of losing him.

I hate myself, I hate my own contradictions.

If I could, I want to forget that memory. So, in the
dimly letting Xiao Cheng enter me, trying to wash away the feeling of being stretched open by the masseur, and with each filling,
I wanted my lower body to only remember Xiao Cheng's shape.

The sounds of flesh colliding and our moans filled the room as Xiao Cheng and I passionately kissed,
embraced, and made love. However, what followed was pain in my lower body and an overwhelming emptiness in my heart.

For some reason, my guilt felt even heavier.

Early the next morning, I leaned against the balcony railing, lost in thought. As I thought and thought, I suddenly felt
a terrible headache! All the muscles in my body felt like they were tangled up. I staggered and slumped onto a small sofa,
one hand on my head and the other clutching my chest, my mind blank.

"Xiao Xi?" Xiao Cheng, having finished getting ready for work, rushed over when he saw my haggard face.
"Are you alright? Do you need to go to the hospital?"

"I'm fine..." I said weakly, "My muscles are just very tense... Maybe it'll be fine in a bit
..."

"No fever..." Xiao Cheng touched my forehead, looking at me with concern. "I think you're putting
too much pressure on yourself to meet the deadline! How about you get another massage today? I think it's quite effective."

"No..." I answered quickly, after all, I couldn't possibly go to a place I wanted to forget.

"Come on! Come on!" Xiao Cheng pulled my arm to my feet. "I'm
busy at this hotel all day, so you can just relax there!"

I couldn't resist Xiao Cheng's coaxing and cajoling, and before I knew it, I had walked silently to the massage room
counter, hesitating as I lingered near it.

"Hi,
you're the friend of Mrs. Maeda, right?" The receptionist from yesterday recognized me and approached with a smile. "Oh! Oh no…" I thought, and awkwardly smiled, saying, " Well …" " So, yes,
you're coming from her form. "

"Save the massage, right?

" the receptionist
asked with a smile, picking up the reservation tablet. "Okay,
wait a minute...let me check it out..."

I started to regret lingering here! I should go back to my room and rest! Yes, I'm in Hawaii now,
I should go lie on the beach! So I quickly said, "I'm so sorry..."

"Okay!" she suddenly interrupted me, then respectfully pointed me in the right direction, "This
way, please!"

Seeing that the situation was already settled, even with my thin skin, I didn't dare say anything. I could only
swallow my words and force a smile. I started walking, and with each
step , my expression stiffened. By the time I reached the room, I think my face was incredibly stiff.

"Why do you look so
nervous ?" Seeing my unnatural expression, the receptionist couldn't help but ask, "I guess you're familiar with the whole process
...
"

I could only smile wryly and not answer, because I couldn't explain the reason either.

"Oh...you're so shy..." She gave me
a pitying look, then enthusiastically offered advice, "Here's a tip, warm
ganeyemask..."

And so, I arrived at a private massage room. Aside from the view of the hotel's swimming pool, it
was no different from the one I'd been in yesterday. The most distinctive feature was still the floor-to-ceiling windows that only allowed a view outwards, not inwards,
but I wasn't in the mood to appreciate them.

Looking back at the massage room, I felt my body trembling slightly; I
could hear my heart pounding. I couldn't tell if it was shame, nervousness, or both. So,
after changing into the massage clothes, I followed the receptionist's advice and put on the blindfold, then quietly lay down on the massage bed.

Not being able to see the things that reminded me of my "experience" seemed to calm me down a lot. The complete darkness
also made me sleepy. Perhaps the saleswoman meant: if you're asleep, there's no need
to be nervous ? ...

Was it five minutes? Or fifteen minutes? Anyway, I don't know how much time passed before I slowly woke up. At first, I
was stunned by the darkness in front of me, but then my attention was drawn to the warm touch on my abdomen.

I felt a pair of large, rough hands slowly circling my lower abdomen. Although it was a very sensitive area,
I could feel a kind of care, like a baby being cared for by its parents. A relaxing force
spread throughout my body. When I tried to move my neck, I realized that the intense pain in all my muscles had already
disappeared. Even the muscles in my head, neck, back, and even my hands and feet were relaxed, and each
muscle group was slightly warm under a layer of essential oil, giving me a feeling of being reborn.

"So the massage's already finished..." I suddenly realized, but then I wondered, "So...
how long have I been asleep?..."

Just as I was wondering, a pair of strong hands supported my shoulders, helping me sit up. Then,
a soft cloth was gently wrapped around my body, and those hands carefully tied it around my sides.

"Is it over?" I thought, taking off the blindfold that was hanging over my eyes.

Standing in front of me was a masseuse with medium-length black hair, tanned skin... wait !
Wasn't that the masseuse from yesterday?

"Eh—" I exclaimed, nervously clutching the towel around my body,
burying in it, and shyly lowering my head, unsure of what to do.

Seeing my reaction, he took a deep breath and slowly said, "
I want to say... I'm sorry."

Hearing this, I was somewhat surprised, and my tense heart relaxed slightly, but I still frowned, thinking,
"Why is he apologizing?"

"You look like my wife
..." he continued with a wry smile, " a
kind and beautiful woman... who promised her forever. But she... passed away. That... " "Swhy…lost control…sorry . Please forgive me. (But…she passed away last month. That's why…I lost control yesterday…I'm so sorry, please forgive me.)" His voice gradually choked up. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that he was bowing his head to hide the tears in his eyes. However, I didn't know what to say, so I turned my head to the other side. As someone who had tempted me to do that shameful thing, I couldn't face him, but I could also imagine that when someone you love suddenly leaves, the whole world seems to collapse as if it has lost its center of gravity, and your heart feels like it has been ripped out in half. Imagine, whose heart can survive in such a world? Who can still maintain a sound mind? As I was still pondering, I heard him say with a bitter smile, "That's alright . I will leave this meaningful place and try to forget my wife." He then turned and walked towards the door. " I forgive you, but don't forget your wife," I said, and he immediately stopped. I then realized I had somehow rushed up behind him, startled . Perhaps deep down, I truly believe in love, and I couldn't bear to see someone who also believed in love...

Try to deny yourself or the past relationships to make yourself feel better.

"Thinks."

He turned around and pulled me into his warm arms, gently patting my head. I
quickly nestled against his chest, my face flushing. Then he slowly released me,
one hand still on my shoulder, the other on the back of my neck, silently gazing at me before saying, "Mila
..."

I felt a little shy, but I just silently looked at him, his mature and steady face, his slightly weary
expression . However, what he saw in his pupils wasn't me, but a woman who looked like me. I think that was
a woman named "Mila."

I felt my body trembling—no, it wasn't me trembling, but the man in front of me, trying to
control his trembling hands, shaking me. I think my trembling was the ripples in his heart at that moment
.

At that moment, I wasn't afraid. Looking at him, I felt so sorry for him, a pitiful man missing his wife.
After much deliberation, I knew I shouldn't, but I still couldn't bear to close my eyes. Partly for
myself—I didn't want to see someone so heartbroken—and partly for him.

A warm pair of lips pressed against mine after I closed my eyes. They were lips both inexperienced and tender, pressing
tightly against every part of mine, like the first passionate kiss of long-separated lovers. Through his kiss, I could deeply
feel the surge of emotion.

As I felt this surge, I realized my cheeks were wet—tears, a man's tears. I
had heard that when a man sheds tears without sobbing, it means his heart has already withered like
a flower in a dry desert. Thinking of this, I couldn't control myself. I reached out and embraced this dying flower, holding it
tightly .

A moment later, the kiss on my lips left, and I slowly opened my eyes,
looking the man before me. Once again, looking into his pupils, I saw a woman who looked like me,
but a naked woman. I lowered my head shyly.

My hand was gently taken, and I followed him to the shower room. He took off his shirt, revealing
a strong, dark physique. He then removed the towel covering me, and slowly reached his hands to my waist,
inserting his fingers under the massage bra. He quickly pulled off the clothes covering my breasts from above, causing my full
breasts to sway. Next, he slipped his hands inside my underwear, slowly pulling
it down, revealing my private parts. Or rather, it was the first time I had been completely
naked in front of a strange man, and my face was burning red!

He put his hands, which had removed all my clothes, back into his pants, and once again I saw that "pyramid"
being dismantled. It was an erect penis, dark in color, slightly curved, thick, with a mushroom-
shaped glans and a length that couldn't be covered by my hands. It was a very beautiful penis, but the thought of it having been
inside me made me close my eyes in shame.

After I closed my eyes, he gently rinsed my oil-covered body with a stream of water. I savored
the warmth of his hands as they slid over my shoulders and arms, so lightly, like a massage. As he touched my
breasts , my pink nipples hardened slightly. This continued until he reached my lower body. He first washed my legs and
buttocks, then tenderly cleaned my slightly swollen labia. The feeling was unique; even Xiao Cheng
had never washed me before. My breathing quickened.

After washing my body, I opened my eyes and watched him wash himself. I loved watching the water
flow over every crevice of his muscles, and I especially loved watching him rinse and masturbate his penis, as if
watching him masturbate in front of me. Watching, watching, I knelt down, one hand on his scrotum, the other on his
penis gently kissing it. I had never performed oral sex on any man before; it felt both strange and new. After gently kissing from the glans to the scrotum, I
tried licking the hard penis and glans. Interestingly
, the glans seemed to secrete some fluid, making it increasingly wet as I licked. When the glans became quite slippery, I began
to take the entire penis into my mouth, slowly sucking and licking it. My labia opened and closed excitedly, and I could feel my vagina contracting
and filling with fluid.

I'm not very good at oral sex, so after the light kiss, I stood up. He took a new towel and
gently patted the water droplets off both of us. Then he led me back to the
massage bed, where he gently laid me down. I slightly raised my head to look at him standing at the edge of the bed, and slowly opened my legs. My
body was ready.

"Condom," he smiled and showed me a box of condoms. I
smiled back at him.

He then slipped a thin plastic sheath over his erect penis and began to
slide it across my vulva with his right hand, teasing my clitoris and vaginal opening. He moved it up and down
, skillfully adjusting the speed according to my reactions. "Mmm...mmm..." I began to pant softly. The occasional sensation of his glans parting my labia

as my already wet vulva opened and closed excited me even more. My brain was so stimulated that it couldn't function; only my body moved naturally. When the rhythm of these movements aligned with the friction of his penis, I could feel it touching deeper into my vulva. When I made love with Xiao Cheng, I was certain that my body didn't produce much lubrication and I always needed to use lubricant . However, during these one or two intimate encounters with this man, my lubrication overflowed, and I realized that I had never reached a state of ultimate arousal. "Mmm...mmm...mmm..." I breathed heavily, my cheeks flushed. I glanced at him, and he glanced at me. At that moment, words seemed unnecessary; any word would have spoiled this erotic and beautiful moment. After all, my reaction had already revealed my physical desire. I had never experienced such delicate penetration. He used the tip of his thick penis, the glans slowly parting my soaked labia, then gently inserting it into the opening of my honeypot. My love juices flowed wildly, and the muscles inside my honeypot contracted incessantly, as if yearning for him to penetrate even deeper into the heart of my flower. I carefully felt his penis slowly moving inside me, and this slow insertion made me want to...

I wanted to scream, to make a sound, but shyly I bit my lip, trying not to make a sound. Yet, I could clearly
feel his patient insertion, so gentle, so slow, as if he were savoring every inch of my
skin . He caressed my white thigh with one hand, while the other gripped my hand
tightly, relaxing my tense muscles and making my lower body even more defenseless, welcoming him.

"Ah—" He reached the bottom, and I couldn't help but let out a soft cry.

I felt dizzy, my eyes blurred by the sudden pleasure. His penis completely filled
every crevice of my vagina, a feeling of fullness filling my heart—a satisfaction of body and soul,
a feeling that could only be experienced when our genitals were perfectly joined. At that moment, I wondered if every woman in the
world had her own special penis?

Perhaps he really liked certain positions, because he pulled me down off the bed again, my buttocks suspended in the air,
my body lying on the massage table. With each slide, he used his waist strength and his thick penis to forcefully push me
back up.

It was a position that would make me lose my mind, and with my active cooperation with his rhythm today,
the stimulation from the inner walls of my vagina was even more intense. Feeling the stimulation on every inch of my skin against the vaginal walls, the sensation gradually
quickened and intensified. He thrust his penis forward, repeatedly spreading my entire
wet vagina open, repeatedly filling my tight, hot honey pot. With Xiao Cheng not around, I could finally
moan freely: "Mmm...mmm...ah!! Ah!!...ah!!"

"Oh...oh...sogood...
sow...oh...yeah..." He also shouted unrestrainedly.

After about five minutes of thrusting, he slowly withdrew his perfect penis, gently helping me to stand up, and
I, following my body's instincts, placed my hands on the bed, raising my hips towards him.

"Ah—" He thrust his penis quickly into my honey pot. Just as I was preparing to enjoy his
thrusting , he lifted my hands from behind, wrapped his arms around me, and placed his right hand on my left breast. We
stood there like that, facing the floor-to-ceiling window, creating a scene that was both romantic and erotic.

He gently breathed into my ear, and I felt a tingling sensation all over my body. I slowly swayed my hips to
feel his penis inside me. Slowly, slowly, he kissed my
earlobe and then my neck, while his hands gently slid along the lower edge of my breasts, occasionally kneading them.

The more I listened to his panting in my ear, the more excited I became, and the stimulation from my breasts
became more pronounced. He greedily grabbed my breasts with his whole hand, the flesh deforming between his fingers, but I
didn't feel pain; instead, I felt a pleasurable sensation.

When his excited panting reached its peak, he pressed me against the large floor-to-ceiling window, my breasts
deforming from the pressure against the glass. The swimming pool outside the glass was only a few centimeters away from me. I was
completely naked, being penetrated and pressed against the thin glass by a man. I felt both shy and excited.

"Mmm...mmm...mmm..."

He slowly swayed his hips, beginning to thrust in and out with varying rhythms and angles. Gradually, the angle
increased and the speed increased.

"Mmm...mmm...ah!! Ah!!...ah!!" I screamed desperately, squeezing
his perfect penis tightly. But this time, he showed no sign of ejaculating. He continued to thrust vigorously
, while his hands rested on my buttocks, allowing the floor-to-ceiling window to freely rub my breasts.

"Ah...ah...that's..." I watched as Xiao Cheng and a gentleman slowly
approached through the floor-to-ceiling window, my penis still tightly inserted. "What are they doing here?..."

My vaginal muscles tightened even more in my tension, but instead of the usual lubrication that would stop when I tensed up,
my body seemed to be desperately secreting fluid to hold onto the penis inside me. The masseur responded to
my vagina, not only making a squelching sound as his penis thrust in and out, but also
making a slapping sound as his scrotum slapped against my buttocks.

I watched as Xiao Cheng and the gentleman finally reached the large floor-to-ceiling window. They were gesturing and
pointing at the glass, while I, within a mere two meters of my boyfriend, was frantically
having sex with another man. I felt ashamed, realizing how utterly wanton I had become.

"Is this your boyfriend?"
the masseur's gentle voice asked in my ear.

"Ah...ah...um...ah..." I didn't answer, only kept moaning lewdly.

But he was unusually excited, like a beast in heat, thrusting to the deepest part of my honey pot with every stroke. My
full, delicate breasts also rubbed lewdly against the glass. Watching Xiao Cheng while feeling the glass rubbing against my nipples,
and being thrust into from behind, was an intense pleasure I had never experienced before.

"Is it more exciting? (Is this more exciting?)" He
began to speed up his thrusts.

"Yes...ah...yes!...haa...um...ahh..." My mind went blank, I didn't know
what , I only felt the magnificent penis scraping and stimulating against the walls of my vagina, our emotions growing more and more excited.
I involuntarily gripped the glass in front of me tightly, he thrust hard, and his semen gushed out of his penis. I
could feel the impact and the scalding temperature of the semen through the condom. I experienced the feeling of another person's semen in
my vagina . As I thought about it, my honey hole filled with an indescribable pleasure, flowing through my body like a warm current,
and then a stream of hot liquid shot out from my honey hole. Was this squirting? I felt an unprecedented sense of happiness.

A man and I stood in front of Xiao Cheng and orgasmed at the same time. You ask me if I felt ashamed? Maybe I
should feel ashamed, but I only felt comfortable and tired, completely unable to think about anything else.

The masseur slowly withdrew the tool that had given me the pleasure of being a woman. I turned around and gently stroked
it, then stretched out my arms and hugged that "withered flower" tightly. He hugged me tightly too. In that moment
, I knew that this seemingly withered flower had sprouted new buds.

No words were needed then; this final embrace marked the end of our encounter.

I knew this wasn't love; it was merely the physical attraction between a man and a woman, the act of
teasing each other to arouse oneself, and then being aroused by the teased. Sex is like that.

He wasn't truly facing me, but rather the Mila in his heart; I was merely the
woman receiving his love for his wife. I wasn't truly facing him either, but rather his physical desires; he was simply the man providing
the ultimate sexual experience. Throughout the entire process, I was simply enjoying the penis that belonged exclusively to his wife; he was enjoying
the vagina that belonged exclusively to my boyfriend. There was no emotional foundation between us.

Indeed, after it was over and I calmed down, waves of shame from the sex
assaulted . I couldn't understand why I had been so proactive that day, as if
my body was driven by some kind of desire. I seemed to understand myself less and less.

At dusk, Xiao Cheng and I strolled along the sandy shore, enjoying the vacation atmosphere, chatting about our recent
experiences. For some reason, at this moment, looking at Xiao Cheng's profile, I felt no guilt whatsoever
. I was happily and completely immersed in this bath of love.

"Hey, let me tell you! Today, while I was inspecting the hotel with the person who was showing me around, I vaguely saw someone through
the floor-to-ceiling windows ... ha... ha..." He chuckled, gesturing suggestively with his hand, "Haha... foreigners are really
quite open-minded..."

"Yeah, yeah..." My cheeks, already rosy in the sunset, flushed even more.

*Ring ring~ Ring ring~ Ring* Just then, Xiao Cheng's phone rang.

"Hello?" He answered the phone, "Ah yes... yes... yes..."

I secretly picked up my phone:

________________________________________________________________ Xiao Cheng, my darling ________________________________________________________________________________

[Xiao Cheng]

[Do you want it today?] The message is being transmitted... The Greeks believed

that

Venus was born from a phallus containing both vaginal fluid and semen in the foam of the sea.

Therefore, I once thought the Greeks meant that as long as a man's semen and a woman's vaginal fluid combine, there will
always be waves of love. However, I later truly understood the hidden meaning in that statement.

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