[Landlady] (01-03) Author: luolita

Author: luolita
Word Count: 12273

I.

I live in a house on the outskirts of this city. It's a four-story building, and I live on the third floor. There's a
tenant upstairs who's elusive; in the month I've lived here, I've hardly ever seen him. He
always comes back late at night, wearing slippers as he slowly walks upstairs from my door. If I
'm not asleep by then, I always have a strange association with that sound.

Of course, I'm not going to tell a horror story, just a romantic encounter.

Speaking of the topic, I can't leave out the landlady; she's both the lady of the house and
the protagonist of this story. But I'm a little hesitant, because I don't know her much better than you do. Since I don't
know where to begin, let's start right now, right now.

It was dusk, and I was online in the house when a voluptuous woman suddenly
flashed past me and floated into the bathroom. I heard the bathroom door close, followed by
the loud thud of the toilet seat hitting the water tank. Then I stood up from the stool and looked
around Everything seemed unchanged for the past month; this was indeed
the place I'd been living in.

After confirming this, I opened the bathroom door and immediately recognized the
woman sitting on my toilet. "Using the toilet, I'm bursting to pee," she said, looking at me with such unabashed disregard that
I instantly lost my sense of the situation. If you can't imagine how
small this so-called bathroom was, let me tell you, I was practically pressed against the door, my legs almost touching hers
.

That's how it was; the point where my upper and lower body met was at the same
level . If you still don't understand the deeper, more absurd meaning behind that statement,
let me put it more bluntly.

The further development was that my genitals, that connecting part of my body, inexplicably transformed
into a pillar, stretching my shorts into a tent.

I got an erection, and felt sexually aroused. Of course, this didn't escape the woman's notice, but she pretended
not to, glancing around. "Where's the toilet paper?" she asked.

Then I took off my pants, and the woman stood up from the toilet, her wide dress falling
down —she was quite voluptuous! She flushed the toilet, closed the lid, and then
smiled at me with slightly narrowed eyes, saying, "Your pee's still wet, aren't you afraid of getting dirty?"

As she said this, she provocatively grasped my erect penis. Seeing
her hypocrisy, I decided not to be polite anymore. This time, she sat on the toilet seat,
her other hand holding a thin plastic film.

It was a very elastic film, like an uninflated balloon. If a woman has
this in her hand and smiles at you, it means she really appreciates your magic trick.

After that, she obediently put the membrane on my cylinder. Then she lifted her dress,
spreading her two fleshy thighs wide, leaning her body against the water tank. She did this for one
purpose: to secure a favorable position so she could comfortably carry out the activities below.
If she cared about my comfort, she shouldn't have done this—but clearly, she
hadn't considered it at all.

This is the price a weaker person has to pay. I had no choice but to bend down and use my buttocks to push open the bathroom door
, so half of my body was outside and the other half inside. I did this for one
purpose : to ensure the necessary part was in

the necessary place. I apologize for referring to this organ of my body as a cylinder; I neglected
its most important part. Without this conical part, squeezing into a woman's vagina is very
difficult, especially in such a challenging environment. But things are going smoothly now, and besides
the cone, perhaps something else deserves our thanks—something that acts as a lubricant.
I'm hesitant to actually thank it, though, because the prejudice against it has always affected me.

Now, I've inserted myself into this woman's body and started pounding my
rod-like object like a pestle. The woman is lazy, almost motionless. I've been emphasizing that she's a very voluptuous
woman, not just because of my desire, but also to justify her laziness. Of course, laziness has
another side: I lifted her dress over her head, revealing her
naked body, a trap of desire beneath the dress!

This one-sided, deceived fantasy makes my movements more violent, like tirelessly stabbing her body with a sharp
dagger . The two protrusions on her chest, called breasts
, sway with her movements. They are extremely full breasts, and when my hands are on them, I have no
control over their swaying.

So I turned her over, letting her breasts hang, and held her waist with both hands. She faced away from
me, her buttocks raised high, waiting for the column to enter again.

But things didn't go as everyone hoped, because one person, the most
unwilling was missing. At this crucial and coincidental moment, he appeared triumphantly.

As always, the sound of a motorcycle came from downstairs again. I was amazed by
the landlady rapid transformation from being full of lust to looking ready to argue with her husband at any moment. She
left hastily, just as hastily as she had arrived.

Nothing is more painful for a man than seeing a plump, fragrant, cooked duck
fly past him; the feeling is indescribable, unbearable to describe.

You might find this story abrupt, but I haven't made any mistakes; at most, I've used a
technique called flashback to tell the story. So this story is only just beginning.
You might be curious about how it all happened, but right now I'm in a very difficult position because I
'm in this situation: this woman who came to my room to seduce me, wanting to have sex with me...
She abruptly left at the very moment she had successfully seduced me and was enjoying our intimate moments. You may have
noticed that she made all the most crucial decisions, without any regard for my
feelings. Thinking about this makes me feel incredibly disappointed. Of course, feelings are secondary;
the most important thing is that desire is still there, and my erection is still hanging there! Compared to that, self-esteem is nothing
but fleeting smoke.

So I've decided to continue telling my story towards the future, leaving the past for you to imagine.

The landlord, after all, is a grown man, but his idleness has worn down his masculinity
. Facing his own slight guilt, he can't exert his full
strength in arguments, and the landlady is such a formidable character. She never seems
to run out of arguments or words to attack a man; if she can find even the slightest flaw, she can conjure up an
elephant's worth of imaginings. When you want to find fault, you can always find a reason! But her accusations seemed perfectly justified and reasonable, leaving you no
choice but to feel ashamed!

Only the woman's curses remained, but the man had learned to endure and ignore it. Although this
emboldened the woman somewhat, she clearly no longer cared.
Like , after about ten minutes of arguing, silence returned.

When I went downstairs to go out for dinner, the couple was eating silently at the table. The landlord saw
me and invited me to join them. "Come here!" His commanding tone sent
a shiver down my spine. He was just trying to use me to show off his dignity, but
little know how pathetic his dignity was in this situation.

So the landlady remained silent, but the landlord's arrogance seemed to rise even higher. He brought
a bottle of liquor from the kitchen. "What are you doing? She's still a student, unlike you!" the landlady snapped as her husband was about to pour me a drink
.

I wanted to explain that I was no longer the vulnerable type she described, but the landlady interrupted me
: "Who are you to him? It's none of your business whether he drinks or not."

We both fell silent after that. The landlady, as if she'd won a battle, poured me a drink. To be honest, I'm
not a big drinker, but the landlady's capacity far exceeded my expectations. "Is he drunk?" I asked her. "Yes
," she said.

From the kitchen window, I could see a small path outside, deserted. Everyone
there The kitchen light was off. The landlady gripped the window bars, and my penis
once again entered her body through her flesh. That place was always so wonderfully indescribable, especially when
I thrust forward forcefully, her voluptuous body swaying forward—the feeling was particularly
exquisite .

Perhaps afraid of being seen, she soon stopped my movements. To my surprise,
she led me into the living room, where her husband was asleep on the sofa, though he looked like a lucky
dead pig. She pressed me down onto another sofa, and with her guidance, my erect penis plunged into her
opening. The sofa creaked, and the sounds of her juices sloshing against my body
created a sensation that was both electrifying and excruciating. I was constantly worried about waking her from her sleep
to witness this unbelievable scene. The sensation was intoxicating, almost unbearable.

I knew I wouldn't be able to hold back any longer, so I rolled over and laid her on the sofa, pressing
my body tightly against hers. My penis was burning hot and tingling. I tried to suppress my excitement
and slowly thrust in and out of her, each time pushing it as deep as possible. This
seemed to excite her even more; she took a deep breath with each thrust. Just as she was becoming smitten with the
slow movement, my pent-up desire reignited. After a few tentative thrusts, I
increased the speed without warning.

This time, the landlady almost forgot about her husband's presence. Amidst her wanton moans, we
quickly reached our climax. I stroked her breasts, wiping the remaining semen
between . As I did this, I had an urge to put it in her mouth. This
desire, fueled by the internet, ultimately couldn't overcome the rationality that returned after my climax.

"I'll think about it later," I told myself cheerfully.

II.

The landlady's surname was Zhou, and her given name was Qian. After having sex with her that night, I returned to
my room While showering, my penis inexplicably became hard and erect. My mind was filled with
the landlady's alluring, voluptuous body. I began to regret coming up so early and dared not go back downstairs. I could only walk slowly around the room
naked , trying to think of other things. That must have looked very strange,
but the effect was obvious. My restless penis finally seemed to understand what futile effort meant and reluctantly
drooped down.

But my good fortune didn't last long. I experienced firsthand what it meant to be consumed by lust. The moment I
relaxed my mind was completely consumed by that beautiful naked body. I remembered the first time I came to see the apartment;
the landlady's magnificent breasts were uncontrollably displayed from under her loose clothing—a sudden
, overwhelming blow that ignited my blood. Then, she led me upstairs to see the apartment,
showing me her pair of fair, plump legs and delicate feet at the bottom of the stairs. What I found most unbearable was following her up the stairs,
seeing so clearly those almost maddeningly plump buttocks swaying in front of me. The

seeds of desire had already been sown then. Looking back now, the landlady had already revealed
her seduction of this uninvited guest. Whether it was intentional or involuntary, the
difference was only a thin veil.

These scenes are like bundles of dry tinder, thrown onto the burning desire in my heart. Solving this
problem isn't actually difficult; I
could just do what I did on every lonely, unbearable night when I first arrived: pull up the nude pictures on my computer and imagine my landlady masturbating. But right now, I feel
a weariness of masturbation. This isn't hard to explain, because I've already tasted the real pleasure I've been longing for.
Compared to that, masturbation is like drawing a cake to satisfy hunger—not only colorless and tasteless, but it also intensifies the pain.

Zhou Qian threw her husband, Lu Fei, onto the bed. She took off her loose-fitting dress, and the bedroom light shone on her
naked body, revealing her breasts, which stood out like two small mountains, still bearing traces of the
young man 's sticky fluid and a strange, indescribable odor. Zhou Qian went to the bathroom,
turned on the water, and as the cool water poured over her body, her hand involuntarily reached down to
her genitals. There was still a warm, sticky, strange sensation there, and her fingers gently stirred
within .

The bathroom door, which had been ajar, was pushed open, and Zhou Qian saw her husband, Lu Fei, standing
before her, leaning against the door, his eyes gleaming with the smell of alcohol.

"Are you sober?" she asked, pulling her fingers out of her genitals.

Lu Fei didn't answer. He walked behind Zhou Qian and hugged her tightly, his breath coming in heavy gasps,
a mixture of alcohol and his own breath spraying onto Zhou Qian's neck. Zhou Qian tried to break free in disgust, but Lu Fei held her tightly.
His hands slid down her body to her private parts, two fingers eagerly entering her warm
opening.

He turned Zhou Qian to face him, and now three fingers were inside her vagina, moving
faster and harder. She was completely immersed in the thrusting,
the fluids splashing onto the floor with each withdrawal of his fingers. It was clear that Lu Fei was also excited along with Zhou Qian; he
let out dry growls, mingling with Zhou Qian's increasingly rapid and loud moans, finally turning into deep, satisfied breaths
during .

Lu Fei's hands, covered in her fluids, kneaded his wife's breasts vigorously; his lust was burning ever
brighter, and clearly, mere caresses were no longer enough to satisfy him. The man pulled down his shorts,
revealing his penis to Zhou Qian, almost pleading, "Let me have some pleasure too."

Looking at the curled-up mass of flesh, Zhou Qian couldn't help but sigh. She suddenly felt
sorry for the man; if she hadn't done something to betray him, perhaps her feelings
wouldn't be so filled with genuine sympathy. Zhou Qian knelt down, carefully
spreading the foreskin of the man's penis with one hand. Its length could only be controlled with the width of two fingers. When Zhou Qian's tongue touched the exposed
glans, Lu Fei shuddered involuntarily. Zhou Qian almost burst out laughing
, but she didn't. Instead, she took the entire penis into her mouth, holding onto
the man 's buttocks, licking the shaft and occasionally sucking and stroking it. The intense pleasure
became unbearable for Lu Fei; he let out a low growl, and a stream of hot fluid flowed from his scrotum into Zhou Qian's mouth
.

I can't remember how I spent the night, or how long I slept.
I woke up very early, my erection standing like a pillar, making me wonder if it had been standing there all night. I checked
the time ; I had half an hour before work. As I went downstairs, I quietly headed towards the bedroom on the second floor. People around here
usually get up very early, and when I go to work, the landlord is usually gone, and the landlady
is doing housework. I can't explain why I went to her bedroom, but this time the landlady
was actually there, making the bed.

She was wearing a loose-fitting, sheer dress, but from the side, I could still see her breasts
, their heavy curves swaying gently; her naturally upturned, full buttocks under her white skirt
drew a tempting arc. I couldn't resist quietly moving closer to her, preparing to catch her off guard
and hug her from behind. But as if sensing the impending danger, she turned around just as I was about to act
. I had no time to think; I pounced on her like a hungry tiger, pinning her to the bed and pressing my body against
hers as if afraid she would fly away.

"Aren't you afraid? He's downstairs," Zhou Qian said, panting and staring at me.

"I don't care about anything anymore," I said, and eagerly began to knead her breasts
. "I missed you terribly last night."

Under my passionate caresses, Zhou Qian couldn't help but moan softly. My hands slipped under the hem of her shirt, lifting her
clothes and bra. Her alluring breasts were firm and full. I stroked one nipple with my fingers and
teased the other with my mouth and tongue. Soon, Zhou Qian's moans became increasingly intense, her legs rubbing against mine
, my already throbbing penis groaning painfully inside her jeans.

I sat up and quickly took off my clothes. During this process, she asked me, "Aren't you going to work? Be careful you don't
get fired."

Hearing her say such a sarcastic thing made me furious, but her words also
stirred another thought in my mind. I looked at her, hesitantly asking, "Is he really down there?"

Seeing my half-undressed face, filled with worry and fear, she couldn't help but
laugh , "What, scared now? Where did all that energy go?"

This was no joke. If the landlord found out, he'd definitely beat me to death. Even if
he didn't kill me, he'd at least take a knife and cut off my "tool of the trade." Thinking about this, a
chill ran down my spine, like a bucket of ice water had been poured over my head.

"You have the desire, but not the guts?" she laughed, staring at me. "Don't worry, he's already out
wandering around."

Hearing her words, I decided to believe her for now, and without another word, I pulled my erect penis down from under
her skirt . Zhou Qian cooperated by spreading her legs apart, with a quilt under her buttocks, making her
vulva wide open before me, allowing me to easily enter her body.

The moment my penis entered, I felt an extreme sense of pleasure; her moist vagina seemed to have a strong
attraction, firmly holding onto the object that entered it. Zhou Qian gently wrapped her legs around me,
swaying with my thrusts. Because I had been holding back all night, once inside her, my penis
had an
irresistible
urge . Her lower body lifted off the bed, and her vaginal fluids flowed down our point of contact,
soaking a large area.

"Ah, ah, I can't take it anymore." Zhou Qian's body trembled after several vigorous thrusts, and a surge of
heat gushed from the depths of her flower core. For some reason, my penis was still erect this morning. Zhou Qian
's face was flushed, her round lips exhaling breath, and her eyes looked at my penis with admiration and charm.
One hand gently grasped the hot, hard penis. She propped herself up, letting me lie on the bed, and guided it to
her overflowing peach blossom cave, slowly sitting down.

Her lustful fluids overflowed like a river bursting its banks. Zhou Qian's movements on my body changed from slow to fast,
her moans grew louder, and her pair of large breasts, bouncing like rabbits, trembled violently, drawing alluring
ovals. I began to thrust my hips in sync with her rise and fall, allowing my penis to penetrate deeper. Each thrust elicited
a moan from Zhou Qian, who finally succumbed to the intense pleasure and collapsed onto me. Our bodies
were pressed tightly together, my hands gripping her plump buttocks. With each rise and fall of my penis, Zhou Qian let out
soft , her juices still flowing. I reached my limit, so I
pressed the now limp Zhou Qian beneath me, her legs draped over my shoulders. After a few final, frantic thrusts,
my hot semen finally gushed from my engorged glans.

Afterward, I felt an unprecedented sense of exhilaration, and the weariness from last night's insomnia washed over me. I
lay down on the bed, ready to drift off to sleep. At that moment, Zhou Qian rolled over and pressed herself against me, lightly kissing my body, her wet
tongue sliding down to my groin.

"You're still wearing the condom!" she said with a laugh, removing the film and admiring it.
"You ejaculated so much."

Zhou Qian had me lean against the headboard while she climbed onto my groin, gently lifting my soft, slender penis and
taking it into her mouth. She sucked away the remaining semen from my penis, a process that seemed rather long.
At that time, I was in a daze, and although I felt a tingling, warm, and comfortable sensation in my lower body, I didn't have any actual
reaction. Perhaps I really overdid it this time; otherwise, under such care, how could I not be motivated
?

III.

I was really tired. Lying on this bed was so comfortable. I fell asleep on the landlord's bed,
next to the landlady's naked body.

When I woke up, the bright sunlight was shining on me. Zhou Qian was gone. I looked out the window, and there was
a familiar-looking sheet fluttering in the wind on the balcony. Looking at the time, it was already lunchtime. I
realized skipped work today. For a newcomer, this was fatal; for
someone who had finally found a job, it was like whipping their corpse. At this moment, I was slightly awakened from the bed, from the hazy comfort that enveloped my entire body.
Then I realized that this was the bed in the owner's bedroom, and I was fully awake.

"The food is still warm, help yourself if you want to eat." As I sat on the stairs on the first floor putting on my shoes, Zhou Qian said to me from
the living room .

"I'm not eating, I have to rush to work. It'll be serious if I don't ask for leave, and I'll have to find an excuse to get by."

"Then you'll have to think of a better excuse. Why don't you tell me first, and see if I believe you?" After saying that, she
was already in front of me, leaning against the stair railing. The sunlight streamed through the hallway, making it exceptionally bright. The woman's
breasts, faintly visible beneath her thin outer garment, were both delicate and powerful, overwhelming me with a tidal wave of sensation, catching
me completely off guard.

When she looked at me with that smile, I really felt an urge to do something to vindicate my suffering conscience
, but heaven knows why I didn't. I think there are only two explanations for this
: either my conscience awakened, or it vanished. In fact, I'm not afraid to speak of
conscience , because it's not an organ within me—maybe it was eaten by dogs, maybe
it ran away because I wasn't comfortable living there, in short, it's gone.

After putting on my shoes, I stood up, ready to leave. Suddenly, a thought
popped into the unknown depths of my mind, stemming from my experience watching foreign films: when a man runs away from home, if the woman is nearby,
he'll kiss her goodbye. Thinking about this gave me an impulse, but this impulse also felt very
strange. I thought the explanation was the difference in regional culture,
the different ; but thinking deeper, I felt there was another answer, because this happened
between a man and a woman with a special relationship—of course, we also had a very special relationship—but it was far removed from that.

I didn't tell her my excuse because I hadn't even thought about it, but I also didn't tell her
the reason, because if she then asked me, "What were you thinking about just now?" I still wouldn't know how to
answer her.

Riding my bicycle with all my might on the fiery road felt like walking through a desert; the scorching heat had extinguished
any beautiful memories of desire, and coupled with the torment of being a miner, only indescribable agony remained. Just
around a bend, I felt my bicycle get caught on something, and then I heard a low, muffled
thud.

A child, about five or six years old, a woman, lay on the ground.

The bicycle had already slid some distance past; it was quiet all around, except for the sound of the rising temperature, a suffocating
silence. I leaned my bicycle against the roadside wall and approached the little girl. The woman leaped to her feet
and continued running in the direction she had fallen, crying and shouting as she ran.

I think in life, there are always things that suddenly appear, forcing you to make a decision immediately.
The time you have to decide is very short, and often you'll regret it—because most humans are like this:
always hopeful, both fascinated and fearful of the unknown—regretting not making a different decision.

These decisions always share a common thread: a dilemma. I faced such a situation:
on one hand, numerous reasons urging me to drive away; on the other, meaningless, hypocritical human nature. I don't
know the meaning of human nature, nor am I sure if I possess it, but sometimes people act foolishly, emotions
override , and inexplicable reasons overcome the force of inertia—another reasonable thing that people often
bring up when they shouldn't, and ignore when they should: fate.

Many years ago, I saw a movie with a line that said: "But I can't
do anything about it; it's God's arrangement, God's arrangement is the greatest."

Fate ordained me to walk in the direction where the magical little girl disappeared. I didn't know what awaited me,
nor did I think about it at the time; even if I had, it would have been meaningless. Even long afterward, I still
couldn't believe it was real.

I hadn't walked fifty paces when I saw an elderly woman, over seventy years old, striding aggressively towards me.
When she saw me, she turned around, and I saw the little girl, her face streaked with tears, crying loudly at me
. Seeing this, the old woman grabbed me without a word, intending to take me to the authorities.

To be honest, I wasn't afraid at all. It's not that I have any prejudice against the elderly, children, or women;
on the contrary, under normal circumstances, this kind of behavior would have terrified me more than a strong man grabbing me and about to beat me up. But saying this is
pointless even explain why—if one can't explain why, one attributes it
to fate.

The old woman, while tugging at my clothes, had already cursed at me hundreds of times in her local dialect. I
don't very well, but I could tell that half of it was repeated frequently. I didn't know
what she was trying to emphasize, so I just made a shameless face, as if to say, "I don't understand what you're saying." Seeing that reasoning with her
was ineffective, the old woman pulled the little girl in front of me. With one hand, she kept pulling hard on
my clothes, while the other hand smoothly pulled, rotated, and positioned the little girl. Then, "smugly," she
pointed to it and showed it to me—I had bumped her (granddaughter) and created a large bump on the back of her head, right next to her ear.

The bump was very noticeable on her body, especially since it was bluish, making it stand out even more. By this time, the two
women's pitiful cries and pleas had attracted a large crowd of men, women, and children—men,
women, and children alike—who were either indignant, idle, righteous, or simply bored. Hearing (the old woman's explanatory skills still fill me with endless admiration) that such a
horrific , they protested en masse. Several fists were already hovering in front of me, as if
warning me that an uncontrollable accident might occur.

At the time, I didn't have a clear understanding of my situation. The people's anger didn't
frighten ; instead, my thoughts of going to work surfaced, making me anxious and restless. I just wanted to end this unexpected trouble as quickly as possible. Just
then, someone walked through the crowd. The little girl, seeing this person, was overjoyed and rushed into
their arms .

Looking closer at the person, I was struck by their appearance. Not yet thirty, with red lips, white teeth, willow-leaf eyebrows, a slender waist , flowing
hair, and a shapely figure. What does "shapely figure" mean? Simply put, it means having a full bust and a shapely bottom. Truly a gentle, charming, and beautiful woman from the Jiangnan
water towns !

Seeing such a beautiful scene and a pleasing person, I couldn't help but feel uneasy, and thus, I lost my senses.
Therefore, all the chatter, gesturing, and swaying of the crowd around me became
air ; only the woman remained. Such memories are so beautiful that they often distort the truth and cause one to lose reason. I
hoped this scene could last longer, but the woman's slender fingers were almost poking my head, and her
expression instantly turned ferocious. At that moment, I snapped out of my daze. The
woman holding her (daughter), was cursing at me. I heard her words clearly. I
didn't mean to discriminate against the elderly, women, or children, because this time she used Mandarin.

Many years ago, I saw a movie with a line that went something like this: "Like one fly—
no, a swarm of flies—flying into your ear."

At that moment, I only had one thought: to escape from the swarm of flies. Seeing that I remained silent,
neither had already grown bored. Now, seeing that I finally seemed to be trying to escape, they
perked up and started poking and prodding me like a cricket. I knew that the safest,
and only, course of action at that moment was to remain silent and act submissive. Seeing how quickly I had died, several on
the outside had already determined that I was no longer suitable for entertainment and left dejectedly. Those close to me, wanting to maintain their
facade of kindness, were too embarrassed to move away, only regretting that they hadn't shown the spirit of Kong Rong sharing pears.

Finally, someone stepped forward to uphold justice, "No need to say anything, take him to the hospital!" Of course, why
he only uttered those three words, "No need to say anything," after all that had happened and for so long
, still lingers in my mind, occasionally waking me up in the middle of the night.

Because of the general consensus among the crowd, I was taken to the hospital by three women. These three women
are, of course, the three women I'm describing (I've always maintained a frugal and simple approach to this matter, avoiding unnecessary
details). As for why it was so quiet, it can only be attributed to the decline of morality and the loss of traditional values, or perhaps it's just that a kind-hearted
person with a traditional heart happened to have an emergency at home.

Because the hospital was too far, and I refused to pay for the transportation, plus the youngest woman had
stopped , and after careful observation by the other two women, the large bag had quietly receded,
leaving only a faint bulge, we soon arrived at a nearby pharmacy.

You may have already noticed my lack of narrative skills; I've certainly
noticed it myself. Therefore, my conclusion to this matter is as follows: Time: As described above; Location: As described above; Cause : As described above
; Process: As described above; Result: Paid 20 yuan for medical expenses, left
a .

If this matter ends here, I believe you will still criticize me. Not only will you criticize me, but the moderator
won't let me off the hook either, because this violates the rules of this section. Actually, I can't even forgive myself.
Luckily storytellers have one advantage: the right to the final interpretation of the story, and
the ability to distort it. But let's leave that aside for now

. When I got to the company, I rambled on about how I bumped into an old lady on the way, how I took her
to the hospital, and how I offered her comfort and concern—all nonsense. Presumably influenced by the traditional notion that it doesn't matter whether a new employee comes to
work or not, my superiors feigned admiration, and that was the end of it.
That's the only good thing that's happened so far in the day.

When I got home, the lights were already on in the city. At that moment, I finally felt a slight sense of loneliness and desolation.
Life is full of unexpected events, and even so, I still felt surprised. Pain and happiness are just a matter of a moment's thought,
and even so, I clearly only felt pain. I can't think about feelings; once I do, all the worldly wisdom seems like
nothing but different kinds of nonsense.

As I approached my home, I remembered something else I was really looking forward to, something so
exciting that it could reignite the will to live in someone contemplating suicide. This was about my
little affair with my landlady. Although it was incredibly significant, it was best not to talk about it, because we were both
preserving the last vestiges of our innocence.

I mentioned "a myriad of lights" earlier, and those words weren't just casually uttered. If you knew that the house I lived in
, the house where my landlady lived, was completely dark, you would feel a sense of desolation. Of course, like
you , I wouldn't have given up so easily without hoping to see what was going on. But once inside, I realized that
life is always full of helplessness. Although unexpected things happen eight or nine times out of ten, when the unexpected is expected, it just doesn't
happen.

I lay on the bed, heartbroken. The moonlight was like water, the night was desolate, and a mosquito lingered on me
, reluctant to leave. Its tender affection was touching, so when I swatted it, I only used thirty percent of
my strength . I meant to spare its life, to tell it that it should leave once it had eaten and drunk its fill. But perhaps it was
truly moved by my pitiful state, choosing death over abandoning me. After this incident, I completely gave up
hope for life. The mosquito became a pool of blood on my hand. I finally understood what self-pity meant.

Because of my sorrow, I couldn't sleep. After what seemed like an eternity, I heard the sound of a door turning downstairs,
jarring in the quiet night. I looked out the window and saw a figure pass by, close the door, and then
look up—in my direction. Our eyes met. It was dark, and in the haze, only guesswork remained,
but I still recognized her. "Ah!" she exclaimed.

As I descended the stairs, Zhou Qian was exposing her ankles at the top. Moonlight streamed through the hallway, casting a faint
glow. As she bent over, her breasts cast a shadow. I held her tightly.

Zhou Qian took off her other shoe. Her heartbeat was remarkably calm, unlike mine. "He'll
be back , how dare you be so presumptuous?" So this is what they mean by the most poisonous heart—a woman's heart. She doesn't know what jokes are
acceptable and unacceptable, nor when they are appropriate. These words,
like a bolt from the blue, struck my mind, catching me completely off guard.

"Why aren't you asleep so late? What are you doing?"

"Waiting for you."

"Waiting for me? Thinking about some young lady, huh?"

"Yes."

"Why don't you go back to thinking about her?"

"I saw her."

(Note: The above dialogue is copied from a Butterfly Party document; the reason is unknown, and
readers should skip it.)

"What, scared? You have the desire but not the guts?"

"When is he back?" I hugged her tightly, almost breathless.

"Look at you, so cowardly," she said generously. "With his drinking capacity, he won't be back today.
Don't worry!"

After hearing this, we started to get intimate. She wanted me to go upstairs to the bed to make love
, but I was too impatient, so I laid her down halfway down the stairs.

She didn't refuse my request. Instead, she braced herself on the stairs, sticking her buttocks high towards me.
This woman was so elegant that I had to pay my respects. I pulled her panties down from her legs to her knees
, making her legs less spread and her vagina tighter. After this analysis, I
inserted my penis into her vagina. Sure enough, her tense vagina gripped the foreign object tightly. After a forceful insertion, Zhou
Qian, without waiting for me to speak, began to move her buttocks back and forth. This mechanical movement was
like , quickly opening her vaginal opening and causing a surge of vaginal fluid, thus creating a paradise.

Visiting this paradise could be a separate travelogue, but here I'll just describe how my penis flowed in and out,
becoming more and more vigorous, churning the dam of this paradise to shreds. The overflowing vaginal fluid
flowed down Zhou Qian's thighs, creating a dreamlike sound of intercourse. Just as I was about to lose control, Zhou Qian
's body trembled violently. A surge of heat overwhelmed my penis. I forcefully suppressed the urge to ejaculate and pulled out.
Zhou Qian had already collapsed to the ground, only her soft, panting breaths remaining.

"You were so rough, were you going to kill me?" As I carried her towards the bedroom, Zhou Qian, who had just woken up,
said to me coquettishly. I just walked silently, a bitter look on my face, not because I was apologizing for
almost , but because she was really quite heavy.

"Phew," I practically threw her onto the bed, as if unloading an unbearable burden from my life. At this moment, I
was naked from the waist down, but wearing clothes on my upper body, with something erect in the middle, looking rather awkward.

Zhou Qian laughed and pulled me onto the bed, making me lie down. Then she used her tongue to roam over my body
, the sensation of her tongue was wonderful. Her body kept pressing against my penis, which
remained erect. Gradually, she put her mouth on my penis. Zhou Qian has a sophisticated oral sex
system ; her licking, biting, sucking, rolling, and wrapping techniques are all executed with masterful ease. With her delicate hands
assisting, the effect is truly remarkable. The penis, already on the verge of collapse, finally
surrendered , ejaculating swiftly and decisively. I'm using a slight exaggeration here; it's not exactly a thousand miles. If you insist on asking
how far it is, I can't answer. I can only say that the furthest it can go is the distance of an erect penis, because anything further is
blocked. If you persist and ask how far the distance of an erect penis is, I can only say I
have no comment .

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