【Joyful Enemies】(37-40) Author: Ananda in Tears

Author: Ananda in Tears
Word Count: 19002

Chapter Thirty-Seven? Christmas

Eve passed by slowly, bidding farewell to the cool autumn and ushering in the cold
winter .

Today is Christmas Eve. On the brightly lit streets, all the vehicles seemed to be
slowly making their way through the streets in preparation for this grand festival; compared to usual, the honking was much less frequent. The busiest places were the sidewalks
and squares, where everyone seemed to have been mobilized overnight,
dressed , crowding and making noise, everywhere filled with joyful laughter. The trees on both sides of the sidewalk were adorned with nets of colorful lights,
twinkling happily with vibrant hues. The carpets selling small gifts along the roadside were packed with people, and
not far from the stalls, "Santa Claus" was always warmly embracing children… However,
Zhiming didn't have a day off today; the hustle and bustle of the streets was completely irrelevant to him. It was past 10:15, and the crowds on the street were gradually
dispersing, but he was still spinning like a top in the company.

"Sorry... I'll be done soon! Do you want a Christmas cake? I'll buy one."
Zhiming became nervously anxious as soon as the phone rang; Chunjiao had called several times to urge him.

"Hmm... okay then! Come home early!" Chunjiao hung up the phone, and her disappointed sigh lingered
in Zhiming's ears, refusing to leave—everything was in chaos!

A week earlier, Zhiming had made a promise to Chun Jiao: "Good news! Good news! I
'll have three days off for Christmas, and I'll even get paid—I can have a blast this time! ... We'll go to
Hong Kong , first to the International Cinema to see the latest Hollywood blockbuster, then to Disneyland,
stroll along 'Main Street, U.S.A.,' and... 'Adventureland,' 'Fantasyland,' and '
Emeraldland' —we've been planning to go for ages! Then we'll go skiing, and finally have dinner at a super luxurious
hotel, hmm... how about the Hilton by the sea? The presidential suite..."

After much anticipation, the couple finally looked forward to Christmas, but then the company suddenly required them to work overtime, turning all
their hopes into empty promises. It's understandable that Chun Jiao was deeply disappointed.

To try and make amends to Chun Jiao, Zhi Ming called the Hilton Hotel in Shenzhen last night,
only to be told it was fully booked. "I'm sorry, dinner and the hotel are both booked up, there aren't any left..." he
said sadly, but still told Chun Jiao the unfortunate news.

"What?! All booked up?" Chun Jiao was also incredulous. The overly surprised
expression on her face first stung Zhi Ming's heart, then turned into a deep sense of guilt that lingered until now.

"It's booked up... for Christmas! It's been booked up for a month!" Zhi Ming mumbled, not daring to look
at her disappointed eyes again.

"Sigh..." Chun Jiao sighed, slumping down on the sofa without saying a word.
The air in the living room seemed to suddenly stop moving. After a long while, she said sourly, "Then...
we'll just have to celebrate Christmas Eve at home. Anyway... I'll cook lots of delicious food, so don't be sad anymore!"
She comforted Zhi Ming instead.

There was nowhere to go. He could only pitifully huddle at home for Christmas. "But... what else could
he do?" For the first time since getting married, Zhiming felt utterly powerless against life's hardships.

Night deepened, and the streets dwindled in number. A winter rain began to fall outside the window. Chun Jiao
sat alone at the table, the food before her still steaming slightly, but she had no appetite whatsoever
.

"Hmm..." Chun Jiao groaned softly as her head bobbed in her hand, waking up—she had actually
dozed off. She turned to look at the dark night sky outside the window, where
raindrops . She glanced at the wall clock, thinking dejectedly, "It's almost 11:30 tonight, why
am I back so late..."

Just then, Zhi Ming came out of the company, carrying a box of Christmas cake. "Is Chun Jiao still angry?"
he wondered. A gust of wind blew, and a few cold raindrops hit his neck, making him shiver. He
quickly tightened his coat collar, muttering to himself, "It's raining so hard in winter, really..." before
plunging into the stormy night.

To make matters worse, the subway and buses seemed to have made a pact to stop running early that night. Zhi Ming stood shivering
in the cold wind for almost half an hour before finally managing to flag down a taxi for the return journey. After getting
out of the taxi , he realized the rain was much heavier than before, pouring down relentlessly. Zhiming hunched over and rushed into
the apartment complex. By the time he reached the gate, his clothes were soaked through, clinging tightly to his body, making it feel like his legs were each weighed down
by iron balls.

He felt much better once he entered the apartment building lobby. Stepping out of the elevator and into the hallway,
he could see his front door at a glance. Overjoyed, he spontaneously started jogging. Suddenly, his shoes slipped, his legs
buckled, and his knees thudded onto the cold, hard hallway floor. He cried out in pain, ignoring the cake and briefcase
scattered on the floor.

Just as the pain was reaching its peak, the door creaked open, and Chun Jiao poked her head out, peering down the hallway
. "Ah! A-Ming…" she cried out, bursting through the door and lunging towards Zhiming.

"It's okay! It's okay..." Zhiming waved at her, struggled to his feet, limped
a few steps, then went back to pick up the cake and briefcase that had fallen to the ground. "Look! The cake's all ruined!
Good things just keep happening..." He grinned bitterly, dripping cream from the cake in his hands, leaving a trail of
colorful frosting.

"It's good you're back!..." Chunjiao glanced at the cake; the Santa Claus printed on the box
had been turned into a wrinkled, ugly old man from the impact. "Go inside and change your clothes!" She pushed her husband inside
; the heating had been on all day, making the room warm and cozy.

"I'm so useless, even a cake...sigh..." Zhiming put the cake on the table, still
blaming himself. "I wanted to give you a little surprise, but now it's all ruined..." he
said sadly.

"Ah... Ah Ming!" Chun Jiao didn't have time to comfort him. She ran into the room, grabbed a pile of
dry clothes and threw them on the sofa. Then she rushed over to help him pull off his coat. "You're all soaked..." she said, her heart aching.

"What use am I if I can't even manage a Christmas party?!" Zhiming stretched out his arms to make
it easier for Chunjiao to undress, muttering to himself, "Premature ejaculation, lack of technique..." he said. "

You... what nonsense are you talking about?" Chunjiao poked him hard in the waist.
He could still connect that kind of thing at a time like this; his imagination was really rich!

"Is it funny?" Zhiming snorted unhappily, suddenly turning his wet face to glare at Chunjiao.

"Ah..." Chunjiao saw his face twisted with anger, turning blue and purple, looking quite frightening, and she
retreated, dragging her soaked coat.

"Hehe! Scared..." Zhiming grinned awkwardly, touched his frozen snot, and clumsily jumped
over, "I'm a red-nosed antlered deer, beautiful lady, beautiful lady, I'm going to eat you!" He shook his shoulders,
trying to make funny gestures to create a cheerful atmosphere.

"Stop fidgeting here, hurry up and put on some clothes, or you'll catch a cold!" Chun Jiao pushed him
back , thinking, "He has no sense of humor, yet he resorts to this trick. He's really overestimating himself!"

Zhi Ming, feeling defeated, deflated like a punctured balloon, and slumped to the sofa to take off his
underwear . Chun Jiao ignored him and went to pick up the ugly cake by herself.

Chun Jiao carefully opened the crumpled packaging box, muttering with relief, "Hmm...
a lot of cream leaked out, but none of the decorations were ruined..." She then
meticulously refurbished it as if it were a fragile baby. A few minutes later, she stepped aside and proudly showed off to Zhi Ming, "Look!
Look at our Christmas pizza!"

"Oh! What happened?" Zhi Ming, having just taken off his underwear and was now skipping and jumping to the table in his underwear, exclaimed.
The cake, which had seemed hopeless, had miraculously become presentable. "My goodness, you're amazing!
This makes it look almost real!" he exclaimed gratefully, pulling Chun Jiao's hand
and kissing it affectionately.

"Ah Ming! I'm so happy..." Chun Jiao said, trying to pull her hand away, but Zhi Ming held it tightly and wouldn't let
go . "To be honest, it doesn't matter if there's a cake or not, as long as we can spend our first
Christmas together! Just that... I'm already very satisfied!"

"Why do you say it's our first Christmas? Didn't we spend Christmas together before?" Zhi Ming pulled
her close and hugged her tightly, asking in confusion, "Is... there any difference?"

"Silly boy! Of course it's different..." Chun Jiao said, pointing a finger at his nose,
"Because last Christmas, I was just your girlfriend, and this year, I'm your wife!"

"Oh, I see..." Zhi Ming suddenly understood, gazing deeply into her clear, watery eyes.

"Mmm..." Chun Jiao blushed, gave a soft hum, and closed her eyes, her full, petal-like
lips pressed tightly together, slowly moving closer to Zhi Ming's lips.

How could Zhiming resist such blatant temptation? He hurriedly pressed his lips against hers. Two cool lips and two hot
lips intertwined tightly, licking and kissing each other. In no time,
both lips became hot and wet.

"Mmm...don't touch me, your hands are so cold!" Chun Jiao said softly, pulling Zhiming's restless
hands from her buttocks, and gesturing towards the window: "The curtains aren't closed yet..."

"Oh..." Zhiming panted, letting go of her hands and going over to close the curtains. Turning around, he saw that Chun Jiao was already
naked, her buttocks sticking up as she spread a thick blanket on the floor in front of the sofa. "What are you doing?...
Aren't you on the sofa?" he asked, completely bewildered.

"Hehe..." Chun Jiao chuckled softly, then sprawled out on the carpet, striking a
seductive pose as if she were completely at his mercy. She said to Zhi Ming in a soft, gentle voice, "Come on! My lovely Santa Claus
..."

"Old man?!" Zhi Ming walked over awkwardly, his clothes scattered along the way. His long, swaying penis thudded as he knelt
on the floor. "Why are you calling me Santa Claus!" he grumbled unhappily, grabbing her round, delicate ankles and forcefully
spreading her white legs, pressing them against him.

"Ah..." Chun Jiao cried out in satisfaction, her limbs wrapping around Zhi Ming like an octopus. "Look
! The Christmas tree is so beautiful, like neon lights..." she said—she had decorated the Christmas tree herself.

"Hmm?!" His pussy was burning hot, and Zhiming groaned in annoyance. He tilted his head to look at the odd-shaped tree beside him
, adorned with colorful little lights, like stars playfully blinking in a clear night sky—
but he had no time to appreciate this dazzling Christmas tree. "I'm getting started!" he muttered, thrusting
his hips forward as hard as he could into his crotch.

"Ugh..." Chun Jiao cried out, quickly turning her face back and preparing for battle, shrinking her buttocks. "
Wait until you're completely wet before you insert! You're already in so quickly..." she scolded sweetly—actually
, it didn't hurt at all when it went in; her pussy felt full and swollen, quite pleasurable.

"It's so slippery! When am I going to get it in?!" Zhiming muttered,
kicking , a posture that reminded him of doing push-ups during his freshman year of college military training.

Her vaginal fluids began to overflow, and Chun Jiao's moans echoed in the living room, rising and falling,
the flickering candlelight illuminating her beautiful face, making it flushed. Her arms were draped around Zhi Ming's neck, her legs curled up as she
moved closer, "Ah...ah ah..." she cried out passionately, her eyes half-closed.

"Louder! Louder..." Zhi Ming, seeing her relaxed demeanor, was quite displeased. He propped himself up
on the carpet, lifted his left leg onto his shoulder, and pushed forward forcefully, pressing his stomach.

"Ugh!" Suddenly, Chun Jiao cried out, stretching her white neck and rolling her eyes. "Be gentle!
Push gently..." she pleaded, while reaching down to rub her clitoris with her index finger.

Following her instructions, Zhiming lifted one of her legs and gently pushed her along, occasionally reaching out with his other hand to caress the two swaying mounds of flesh on
her chest . "Am I...doing this to you? Is it good?" he asked in a deep voice.

"Good! So good..." Chunjiao reached out to hug him, but always fell just short,
her hands flailing anxiously in the air. A continuous stream of lustful fluid flowed down her body, feeling a cool, moist sensation in her cleft.

"Then I'll..." Zhiming's breathing grew increasingly rapid, and he unconsciously increased the speed and intensity of his thrusts.
The force of the thrusts created a series of crackling sounds below her abdomen, both erotic and stimulating.

Chun Jiao relentlessly rubbed that small, fleshy nipple until it hardened and bulged. "Ah!
Ah..." she moaned, her body trembling uncontrollably.

Christmas was different from any other day; the joyful atmosphere made Zhi Ming feel more relaxed than ever before. As for Chun Jiao
, with her rhythmic thrusts, her body felt as light as a feather floating on a cloud.

A meal's time passed, and both of them were covered in a thin layer of sweat. Finally, amidst their rising and falling cries,
they reached the peak of pleasure, clinging tightly to each other like two rutting snakes.

"Ah Ming... I'm so happy!" Chun Jiao murmured, licking Zhi Ming's earlobe. To be precise, Zhi Ming had almost ruined
his Christmas, but tonight his penis was more than capable, enough to make up for that.

Zhiming pressed his face against her warm breasts, inhaling the mingled scent of sweat and milk. He
hooked his foot over her pants and said mysteriously, "Close your eyes! Spread your fingers..."

Chun Jiao didn't know what he was going to do, but obediently closed her eyes and spread her fingers on her right hand.
After a soft rustling sound, she felt a tight grip on the second joint of her ring finger. She couldn't help but
open her eyes— "Wow! What a beautiful ring!" she exclaimed in surprise.

"Hehe!" Zhiming laughed, beaming. "It's your Christmas present! I told you...
I'd surprise you!" What he didn't tell Chun Jiao was that this 24k gold ring cost him half a month's
salary !

"Thank you, honey! You're so sweet..." Chun Jiao carefully examined
the glittering , feeling deeply grateful. "I have something for you too..." She smiled and pushed Zhiming off her
, grabbed a towel to wipe her wet vulva, and stood up naked.

"What is it?" Zhiming sat cross-legged on the carpet, eager to find out.

"I can't tell you yet! Please close your eyes, and don't open them without my permission!" Chun Jiao kept
him in suspense, then ran off into the bedroom with a grin. "I know you're watching!" she said from inside.

Zhiming quickly closed his eyes tightly, not daring to open them for a moment. His bare feet made a soft
crunching sound on the floor, which stopped behind him. Just as he smelled the scent of wool, everything went black
—a brand-new wool sweater was pulled over his head.

Chun Jiao, like a gentle mother dressing her child, carefully put the sweater on Zhiming.
"I've been at home with nothing to do, so I knit a few stitches when I have free time... Does it fit you well? Is it warm?"
she said shyly, her heart pounding.

"It's fine! It's quite warm!" Zhiming stood up from the carpet. Clothes made by a woman's own hands are always
a perfect fit and warm. He looked the new outfit up and down and noticed a
crumpled , looking so out of place.

"Oh no! It's come undone..." Chun Jiao exclaimed, pulling the sleeve over to look at it, and said apologetically,
"I'm so sorry! It's my first time... doing this kind of thing! I'm not very good at it yet!"

"Hey! It's just a loose thread, it's nothing! I'm so happy... such a warm outfit!"
Zhiming quickly comforted her, but Chun Jiao still hung her head, unable to cheer up. "Huh? I'll go see
if the rain has stopped..." Zhiming strode towards the window and pulled back the curtains.

"No!" Chun Jiao cried out, lunging at Zhi Ming from behind and tightly hugging his back, hiding her
naked body behind him. "I'm not dressed yet, people will see..." she said.

"Don't worry, everyone's asleep right now!" Zhi Ming pulled the curtains open wider, and a
few large snowflakes drifted onto the windowpane, instantly melting and running down. "Look! It's snowing! By
tomorrow morning, everything will be covered in white, and we can go skiing again!" He pointed to the dark night, as if he
could already see a world draped in silver.

"Mmm..." Chun Jiao rested her head on his shoulder, blinking as she watched the snowflakes shatter against the windowpane, and
murmured to herself, "If every year were like this, and you were here with me for Christmas..."

Chapter Thirty-Eight? After the Christmas rush at the hot springs in Izu

, Zhiming's company finally granted a generous gift, organizing an overseas
trip for all staff to Izu, a hot spring resort in Japan. The company would cover round-trip airfare, accommodation, and meals, and family members could also
accompany them .

Chunjiao had been eagerly anticipating this day. That morning, she meticulously dressed herself as soon as she got up, and accompanied by
Zhiming they met at the company entrance.

"Wow! She's a stunning beauty from every angle!" Chunjiao's arrival immediately caught
the attention , causing quite a stir even from a hundred meters away. The "Gossip Trio," watching from the side,
couldn't help but feel envious—it seemed the focus of this trip wouldn't be them anymore.

Chunjiao wore a tight-fitting, hip-length colorful skirt with vibrant printed leaf patterns, over which she wore
a thin white silk blouse, unbuttoned, the blouse casually knotted and hanging below her ample bosom
. A brown suede shoulder bag slung over her shoulder, a look that was both stylish and elegant.

"Good morning, everyone!" Chun Jiao greeted everyone warmly, her two white, jade-like legs moving
gracefully . "Please take care of me..." she said.

"Of course! Of course! Of course!" Loud-voiced A-Kui grinned broadly, his bull-like eyes fixed on
the trembling buttocks under her short skirt. "You look more and more beautiful in this outfit!" he said,
involuntarily moving closer.

"Really? Thank you!" Chun Jiao seemed a little flattered, two faint blushes rising on her cheeks.

"You rascal, get away from me!" Zhi Ming glared at Da-Kui and shoved him hard in the chest. "Let me
tell you first! This is my wife, your sister-in-law, don't you dare flatter her!" he warned with a chuckle, feeling genuinely uneasy
in the face of this group of lecherous men.

"I didn't know she was your wife!" A-Kui staggered back, losing his balance, and
muttered dejectedly, "I didn't do anything, why so forceful... A good wife is meant to be shared!"

The group of people noisily rushed to Bao'an International Airport, boarded the plane, and after drifting in the atmosphere for six hours,
arrived at Itami Airport in Osaka at four o'clock in the afternoon. After getting off the plane, they sat for almost two more hours...
The subway finally arrived at their destination—the Izu Islands.

"Wow! It's so beautiful! Look at those maple leaves, so red, and the hot springs..." On
the way to the hotel, Chun Jiao walked ahead of the crowd like a cheerful little bird, praising Izu under the setting sun.

"If we're talking about beauty, you're the most beautiful!" Da Kui muttered to himself, glancing anxiously at
Zhi Ming beside him. Zhi Ming was surrounded by the "Gossip Trio," getting quite aroused.

"Sister-in-law! Sister-in-law, don't go any further, we're here!" Da Kui called out, pacing back and forth,
about to run forward to stop Chun Jiao.

"Hey, hey, hey!" Zhi Ming noticed and called out anxiously, "Hey kid! Don't you dare touch me,
or I'll beat you up!" He broke through the "Gossip Trio's" encirclement and tried to rush forward.

"What's the rush!" A Fang said in a flirtatious voice, holding onto Zhi Ming's arm tightly.

Zhiming couldn't move his feet, turned around and glared at Afang: "Why did you pinch me?! It hurts
!"

Da Kui still didn't manage to touch Chun Jiao. As they spoke, the group swam into the inn like a string of fish. The innkeeper
had already prepared clean and tidy rooms for them, along with comfortable tatami mats.

"Could it be... I'm going to sleep here?" Zhiming put down his luggage and looked around but couldn't find Chun Jiao anywhere.

"Of course!" Da Kui said smugly, with a hint of schadenfreude in his tone. "Did you...
think you could sleep with your beautiful wife at home?"

"No way?!" Zhi Ming retorted, grabbing his luggage and heading out. "What's the point of sleeping with you guys,
a bunch of big shots..."

"Heh heh heh! So willful..." Da Kui blocked the doorway, grinning mischievously. "You should be grateful
! The company only booked two large suites for us. We men sleep in this one, and the women sleep in the other one. You
wish... you really want to sleep in a beauty's nest?!"

"Is that so? Is that really the case..." Zhi Ming put down his luggage in disappointment and slumped back onto his own
tatami mat.

"Hey! Don't be sad! Women sleeping together won't make your wife lose her virginity!" A colleague,
having arranged his luggage, sat down next to Zhiming to comfort him. "Speaking of which, not having a wife to keep you in check has its advantages—
didn't you hear the boss mention the open-air bath outside the hotel, where men and women bathe together?" He patted Zhiming's
shoulder, winking at him.

"What?!" Zhiming exclaimed in surprise. He had heard about this kind of open custom in Japan before, but he had
never believed it was true. "Mixed bathing!... Men and women bathing together? Really?" he
asked excitedly.

"Of course it's real!" Da Kui chimed in, rubbing his hands together in encouragement. "If you're
afraid of your wife , don't go. I'm definitely going to check it out after dinner!"

"Forget it!" Zhiming hesitated, unsure of what to do. "I'm afraid
only !" he said sourly, trying to put Da Kui down.

"You're right! How come I didn't think of that..." Da Kui scratched the back of his head in disappointment, while
another colleague next to him laughed heartily: "You two are really ignorant! I came to Izu a few years ago and saw
girls in their twenties in the mixed-gender bathhouse, but I never had the courage to go in and take a look.
I regretted it so much when I got back home... We can't miss it this time!"

Dinner was eaten in a spacious hall with screens on all four sides. Everyone changed into loose
Japanese kimonos, and regardless of gender, they all sat on the floor, eating the sushi and sashimi provided by the Japanese.

Chun Jiao poured a full glass of brandy and handed it to Zhi Ming, smiling, "Here, a little wine will help you relax."

"So much! I'll be drunk after I finish this!" Zhi Ming shakily took the full glass, a little
hesitant, and then brought it to Chun Jiao's lips, saying, "You drink some for me first... then I'll drink some."

Chun Jiao opened her cherry-like lips and gently bit the glass, sipping softly. The colleagues opposite immediately burst
into laughter: "Look! Look! This young couple is so mushy, sharing a glass of wine."

Chun Jiao's face flushed red to the roots of her neck, and she hurriedly pulled her mouth back, pushing the rest of the wine back to Zhi Ming. But
Zhi Ming didn't drink it immediately; his eyes were fixed on the cleavage beneath his shirt. "Everyone's watching!
Where are you looking?!" she muttered, tapping her husband's head.

"Ouch! That hurts..." Zhiming rubbed his head, spilling wine all over the table and almost soaking his clothes.
"I... I was just joking!" he said sheepishly.

"Is that a joke? Your bad behavior... is all because you were spoiled at home!" Chunjiao
scolded in a low voice. Everyone heard him clearly and burst into laughter again... After dinner, Zhiming and his
roommates returned from the hot spring. The bright moon had risen high in the sky, but he couldn't resist the temptation of the mixed-
gender bath and secretly went to the open-air bath.

"It's a rare experience anyway..." Zhiming concealed his true intentions, found a secluded
spot, and went into the water. The warm spring water soaked his tired body. "Wow! This feels so good!" He
floated on the surface, scrubbing himself and looking around. The moonlight shone on the steaming bath,
but he couldn't see a single ghost. He couldn't help but feel disappointed.

Just as Zhiming was about to abandon that despicable thought, he heard the sound of rushing water not far behind him. "Huh?
It's this late... there really is someone here!" He slowly swam towards the sound, his heart pounding
. He finally swam behind the artificial rockery and peeked out, only to be greatly disappointed—it turned out
to be an old woman with gray hair taking a bath behind the rockery! Two withered breasts hung from her chest.

"What a disappointment! I was right, only old women dare to come to a place like this." Zhiming
thought dejectedly, just as he was about to swim back, a series of silvery laughs rang out from the entrance not far ahead. "This
time... it must be young girls, right?" Hope rekindled in his heart, and he quietly lay
behind praying and waiting... Under the moonlight, four young women gracefully walked to the edge of the bath. Zhiming
opened his eyes wide and looked carefully. "Ah! It's... Chun Jiao and the others!" He was both surprised and delighted. This time he could finally
feast his eyes !

Chun Jiao had come with the "Gossip Trio," choosing this time to avoid those
ill-intentioned men.

"Are you alright..." The voice was shy and hesitant, unmistakably Chun Jiao's voice—only she could say that.
"Don't worry

! Don't worry... relax!" It was Afang's voice, trying to dispel Chun Jiao's concerns. "
As long as we see a man come in, we'll cover him with a towel. Do you think someone will steal your towel?!" she said.

"Cover him with a towel? Then... I won't be able to see anything!" Staring anxiously in that direction,
Zhiming felt disappointed again.

The four women began to undress in the moonlight. Chun Jiao slowly undressed, her eyes darting around warily
. Everyone else was naked, but she was the last to leave. "The moonlight is so beautiful tonight!"
she sighed softly, looking up at the bright moon. She scooped up a handful of water and splashed it on her chest, patting it gently.
Her round breasts trembled in the moonlight.

"Yes! The scenery is really nice, I saw it all!" Zhiming thought happily,
watching as four pale bodies strolled into the pond not far away. "So many naked bodies, and all young,
it's so beautiful..." He thought, his eyes almost bulging out.

The first thing that caught his eye was Afang's breasts, neither too big nor too small, like two steamed buns standing upright on her chest. The four of them
stood in the bath, the water just above their knees, and their groins were clearly visible: except for Chun Jiao's, which was
completely white, the other three had a patch of dark pubic hair, but the shape of the pubic hair was different:
Afang's was like a small inverted triangle, Alan's was a rhombus, and only Xiu Xiu's was the most special, standing up in a
long , like a black dagger tucked between her legs. In terms of skin color alone, Chun Jiao's was the whitest.

"The function of pubic hair is to protect the sexual organs, but recently an American scientist pointed out: 'Besides
secreting hormones, the smell of sweat and secretions on pubic hair can also stimulate a man's libido. Few people
know that pubic hair can stand up during sex due to stimulation...' Looking at the pubic hair, Zhiming
couldn't help but recall this passage from a book. He quickly reached underwater and touched his penis, which was already as hard as a stick
. 'That makes sense! Americans really have a lot of free time, researching these strange things.
No wonder I got so excited when I read it!' He wholeheartedly agreed with this conclusion.

Just as Zhiming was lost in thought, there was a splashing sound, and all four of them squatted in the water, completely obscuring their
alluring parts.

'Sister Jiao! Your skin is so good... so much whiter and smoother than the three of ours!' Afang said enviously
, gently stroking Chunjiao's chest with her palm."

"I don't know either!" Chun Jiao replied. Perhaps because A Fang was a girl, she didn't
remove her hand from her chest, letting her touch it as she pleased. "I've been this fair-skinned since I was little, probably just natural?" she added.

"Being fair-skinned is good, men like it!" A Lan said, her next words a self-comforting statement: "But we do
n't need to feel inferior. Compared to men's rough, dark skin, we women are much better!"

"I know why we women have to be fairer than men!" Xiu Xiu chimed in, launching into
a long explanation: "Think about it! If women were like men, with such dark skin and such long
hair, men wouldn't find it strange! What would we use to attract them then? A woman's
skin color , hair, curves... everything seems to be designed to arouse men's sexual desire, doesn't
it?"

"That's so true!" Zhi Ming nodded in agreement. He just hadn't expected the usually quiet
and reserved Xiu Xiu to think of such things; it was truly remarkable!

"Look, Sister Jiao's breasts are so much bigger than ours, it's really unfair!" Alan
said jealously, her voice tinged with sourness. "If only... I were as sexy as you!"

"That's secondary, being able to marry a husband as good as Ah Ming is something to be envied!" Ah Fang's words
warmed Zhi Ming's heart. She pinched Chun Jiao's breasts and said with a grin, "It's these
sexy breasts that have made our Ah Ming so infatuated, isn't it?!"

Manman felt fine touching them, but Chun Jiao felt uncomfortable when others touched her. She embarrassedly removed Ah Fang's hand. "
What did you say... nothing like that!" She shook her head, her head almost touching the water.

"Oh! Still shy! Why deny it?" Ah Fang clung to her, asking curiously, "
Tell , is Zhi Ming very proper at the company, but wild in bed?"

"Look at what you're saying, there's no wildness at all..." Chun Jiao protested softly, her voice growing softer and softer.

"Don't deny it! We're all women, we know what that feels like..." Ah Fang deliberately teased Chun Jiao,
her words becoming increasingly outrageous. "Even though we're not married, we know what it feels like, all hazy and confused..."

"Yeah! Yeah... it's like an electric shock, it feels amazing!" The three women eagerly described
their feelings, completely unaware that their sister, Ah Jiao, didn't dare to lift her head.

Meanwhile, Zhi Ming, seeing Chun Jiao being teased behind the artificial rockery, felt indignant for his wife but couldn't go out
to stop it, so he could only cough dryly twice.

"Ah! Someone's here..." The four women screamed in unison. Chun Jiao huddled in the water, trembling. The "
gossip trio" jumped out of the water and rushed towards the artificial rockery.

Seeing that things were going badly, Zhi Ming turned and splashed through the water, running towards the shore. He didn't even have time to put on his clothes, grabbing
them by his hands, naked, and ran wildly towards the exit, fleeing back to the hotel without looking back...

Chapter Thirty-Nine? It was all the fault of those thongs!

After returning from his trip to Izu, Zhiming was back to his busy work schedule—he'd be busy for a while before the New Year.

This morning, Chun Jiao decided to buy some lingerie, but since she had no one to go with, she had to ask her younger sister to come along.

At the Shenzhen Suibao Department Store, the two sisters strolled through the colorful lingerie section.

"Sigh! We've been shopping all morning!" Chun Jiao sighed, reluctantly hanging the bra she was holding
back on the hook—she really liked the color and style of this bra, but the E-cup was out of stock.
"It's so hard to choose one for someone like me with a larger size…" she said to her sister.

"Poor big boobs!" Manman sighed sympathetically; she was a B-cup and had already picked out a set, just waiting for
her sister to pay.

"Mind your own business!" Chun Jiao said angrily, walking to the other side to take down another bra and hold it against her chest.

Manman went over to take a look, snatched it away, put it back, and complained, "Sis! How come you
haven't improved at all? You still chose that kind of old woman's style... You really have no taste!"

"Why are you always so fussy!" Chun Jiao grumbled unhappily. "Underwear is worn underneath, so the most
important thing is that it can absorb sweat, fits properly, and is comfortable to wear, isn't that enough?"

"You don't believe me when I say you have the taste of an old woman!" Manman rolled her eyes at her. "Women! It's just that in the first
few years , you can wear things that look good. You're not a yellow-faced woman in your forties! Shouldn't you wear something sexy?"

To set a good example for her sister, Manman picked out a set of lace-trimmed lingerie, ran to the fitting room,
quickly took off her clothes and changed, stood in front of her sister, and said with a grin, "If you're going to wear something, you should wear something like this,
then your brother-in-law will like it!"

Chun Jiao looked at her sister in surprise. Through the thin gauze cover, two pointed nipples were vaguely visible.
Looking between her thighs, dark pubic hair peeked out from the gaps in the lace and the groove was
clearly visible.

"No way? Only you would dare to wear something so flashy..." Chun Jiao shook her head repeatedly.

"Hmph... so old-fashioned!" Chun Jiao stomped her foot and scoffed, then had no choice but to change back into the same outfit. She led her sister
along the way, explaining, "Let me teach you how to choose underwear! First, the size.
The height of your nipples and the distance between your breasts determine your cup size—you know that, right? An
E cup! Then there's the style. One type is the tie-up type, with straps on both sides. When your husband wants to... you
have to untie one side first, then the other—think how exciting that is! Another type is the center-opening type, with a
slit in the crotch. Just unzip and you're good to go—so convenient! There are also slits on the buttocks; if you like anal sex,
you can choose that too. The one I showed you earlier was a lace style, you see? It makes your
vulva and nipples subtly visible—men can't resist that… And then there's this one, high-waisted in the front, with only
one strap in the back, exposing your buttocks. This belongs to the thong series..." "Back-up style. Finally
, look at the colors: black symbolizes mystery, red symbolizes passion, purple symbolizes nobility, pink symbolizes lust... There
's a lot to learn here! The day before yesterday, Ah Guang bought me one at an adult store. If you saw it, it would
definitely scare you. It's just two thin straps and a palm-sized piece of fabric with a big hole in the middle, and
no zipper..."

Chun Jiao listened quietly without saying a word, touching this one and looking at that one, her mind a complete mess.
It was almost 3 p.m., and Chun Jiao still couldn't make up her mind. Urged on by her sister, she grabbed
a set of old-fashioned underwear and walked to the cashier. "I still want this kind!" she mumbled as she paid.

"Whatever! I'm starving, let's find somewhere to eat, my goodness!"
Manman said irritably, already quite impatient. "Hmph! What a silly girl! She still didn't listen to me
, you just wait..." she thought angrily, a mischievous idea suddenly popping into her head.

The two sisters separated after finishing their meal, and Chunjiao returned home after five o'clock. "I'll
try on ." She went to her room and put on the new underwear, which fit perfectly—she finally
breathed a sigh of relief!

"Before Zhiming gets off work, I'll try on the underwear too..." Chun Jiao picked up the shopping bag and shook it a couple of times, letting the bra
and panties fall onto the bed. She was stunned when she looked at them: the bra had become a smaller bra, and the panties had become thongs.
"This isn't what I bought!" She picked up the little purple strip of fabric and examined it closely,
suddenly , "That little brat! She must have switched them when I wasn't looking..." She remembered Manman's
mysterious smile when they broke up.

Although she didn't know what trick her sister was up to, Chun Jiao decided to try them on. "Anyway, no one will see,
I'll just try them on... If they don't look good, I'll change back..." she thought, quickly stripping off her clothes and
nervously putting on the sexy outfit that should have belonged to her sister.

When putting on the bra, because the size was so different, Chun Jiao struggled to fasten
the hooks on the back. Feeling a bit odd after getting dressed, she walked to the full-length mirror and exclaimed, "Wow! This
bra is really sexy!"

In the mirror, her breasts, which should have been an E-cup, were stretched taut like a B-cup. Except for the nipples and a small area
around were completely exposed. If you accidentally touched them, they would definitely burst!

"This thing doesn't cover anything!" Chun Jiao muttered, looking down at her. There was only a thin strap in the middle of her white
mounds , which was digging into her tightly closed labia. "Oops! I'm so careless!
I put it on backwards..." She hurriedly changed it back, and it looked a little better now. What

Chun Jiao didn't expect was that just as she started changing, Zhi Ming had already arrived downstairs and
was unlocking the door.

"Heh... I got off work early today, but I was so busy this morning that my back and waist are aching. I don't even
feel like !" Zhiming said dejectedly, pushing open the door wearily and calling out, "I'm home!"

No one answered. Zhiming lazily sauntered in, tossed his briefcase onto the sofa, glanced around the living
room —nothing. He looked at the kitchen—still nothing. The bathroom door was open, and he could see right through it.

"Could it be... that she went out to buy something?" Zhiming thought, rushing over and pushing open the bedroom door.
Suddenly, , startling him so much that he jumped back with a yell.

"You scared me to death! You came back without a sound, like a ghost!" Chunjiao complained from inside.

"I scream every time! Didn't you hear me..." Zhiming argued, then peeked in again.
The sight before him left him speechless, unable to move. "Great! Great..." He was too excited to
speak .

"No! No..." Chun Jiao stammered, her face instantly turning as red as two apples. "These
are Manman's clothes! Not mine... I'll change them right away, they're too lewd..."

"No! No! Please don't..." Zhi Ming waved his hands, rushing in to stop her. "This
is good ! Good... Let me take a good look!" He said, circling around Chun Jiao.

Chun Jiao looked at his lecherous eyes, feeling both shy and excited. "Really beautiful? You mean it
..." she mumbled incredulously, before she could finish speaking, Zhi Ming suddenly pulled her off and flipped her onto the bed.

"I... my blood is boiling! I'm burning!" Zhi Ming pressed down on her, breathing heavily
—he probably forgot what he had just been thinking about: "too tired to have sex."

"Wait...wait a minute!" Chun Jiao saw two terrifying glints in his eyes and felt
a little scared. "Could
it be true what Manman said...that men get incredibly excited when they see women wearing sexy lingerie?" she wondered, both surprised and delighted.

"What are we waiting for! Let's get started..." Zhi Ming quickly pulled off his shirt and impatiently kissed her.

"Mmm..." Her mouth was completely sealed, and Chun Jiao could hardly breathe. She still let his
hot tongue swirl around in her mouth, making a series of sizzling sounds.

Her breasts were the first to be breached. The small barrier on them was utterly vulnerable. They fell into his palm,
which was as , and changed shape and size in his rough hand.

"Whoa!" Chun Jiao finally managed to break free from his greedy mouth and took a big breath of fresh
air .

Zhiming's hand, like a snake, slithered down from her throbbing lower abdomen, slipping into the narrow piece of fabric,
eagerly probing her steaming, wet opening.

Chunjiao, unable to contain herself, writhed her legs, her hips rising and falling restlessly on the bed, her juices
flowing like spring water, soaking Zhiming's hand and the pristine fabric.

"I can't hold back anymore!" Zhiming roared, pulling his hand back and yanking his pants pocket aside
, releasing his proudly erect penis, which throbbed wildly before Chunjiao's opening.

"Ah..." Chunjiao sensed something was wrong, jolting awake and opening her dazed eyes to look between her legs. She saw
Zhiming part the narrow barrier with one hand, and with the other, his throbbing penis thrusting forward without warning.
"Oh dear! Are you in such a hurry? You didn't even have time to take off your underwear!" she cried out.

"Why...take off your underwear! This is so much more convenient!" Zhiming's voice was hoarse and deep
as he thrust forcefully into her wet opening, his round glans parting her hot labia and penetrating deep inside.

"Ah—" Chunjiao rolled her eyes and groaned as the hot penis filled her opening,
making her involuntarily writhe in pleasure. "You...come in from the side like this, you'll get your new pants dirty...
" she complained, her face flushed and her breath coming in short gasps.

"That's what makes it exciting!" Zhiming hummed, grabbing her two flailing thighs and spreading them apart before pouncing on
her and thrusting in and out. "I hope it lasts a long time today, preferably more than half an hour!" he
prayed silently as he thrust—unaware that it was this excitement that made his body so completely under
the woman's control.

"Ah...ah..." Chun Jiao cried out incoherently, her body
writhing on the bed like a worm. The kicking and thumping sounds between her legs grew louder and louder, eventually turning into soft, rhythmic squelching sounds, lewd
and rhythmic. "Much more intense than usual, could this be the effect of the panties?" she
thought , her buttocks thrusting forward again and again.

Her vagina became increasingly slippery, and Zhi Ming propped himself up, looking down at his wet penis moving in and out of her vagina
with pleasure . The edge of his panties bounced back, rubbing against his shaft, a ticklish and pleasurable sensation. "Really good!
Really good! This is both sexy and stimulating..." he mumbled in a deep voice.

Chun Jiao was too busy enjoying herself with her eyes closed to hear what he was saying. In no time, her whole body
felt like it was on fire, the heat making her chest feel stuffy and uncomfortable, as if she were about to suffocate.

With a "pop," Zhiming pulled out his penis. One side of it was covered in milky-white marks, while the side closest to
his underwear was clean, just oily and shiny. "So the underwear scraped all the foam off!"
He pulled down the small pair of underwear and held it up to his eyes. Sure enough, there were some white foam stuck to the edges.

"What the hell!" Chunjiao cried out in dissatisfaction on the bed. She couldn't wait a moment longer, but Zhiming
leisurely admired the underwear. "Come in! I need your big penis, your big penis!" she
cried anxiously.

"Coming! Coming!" Zhiming tossed his hand, and the edge of the underwear flew to the headboard like a leaf. He scooped up her plump buttocks with a "scoop
from the bottom of the sea" and thrust in again with a "plop," all the way to the bottom.

Chunjiao let out another "Ah!" and gripped the sheets tightly with both hands, causing the once
flat sheets to wrinkle and ripple. Whether it was psychological or not, his penis seemed even
larger when it returned. "Be gentle! Be gentle..." she warned, then tightly shut her mouth, bracing herself
for the unpredictable storm.

Zhiming, as expected, ignored her warnings, thrusting harder and deeper with each stroke, his penis seemingly
tireless, pounding into her tender flesh like a pestle. Her juices
flowed , wetting Zhiming's pubic hair and Chun Jiao's buttocks.

"It's better not to wear underwear..." Zhiming thought to himself, not even bothering to look up at the wall clock,
gritting his teeth thrusting relentlessly, a thousand rounds of pounding and clanging. Chun Jiao's vulva was already a mess, and she
was limp and powerless to struggle. "Cheer up!" Zhiming patted her face.

"I can't take it anymore! I can't take it anymore..." Chun Jiao murmured, regaining her senses, using her last strength to tightly
clamp her legs together.

Seeing her languid appearance, Zhiming felt a surge of displeasure. His hips began to move like a motor, the bed
creaking and groaning beneath him. He thrust into Chunjiao until she opened her mouth and cried out loudly, "Ahhh!...Ugh!
It feels so good! Ah Ming...you're so cruel! It feels so good..."

Finally, Zhiming released his grip, roaring like a train about to enter a station, and
thrust deeply inside her. He lay on top of Chunjiao, unable to move, only his hips still
twitching ... "Hey! Ah Ming..." Chunjiao woke up first, while Zhiming was still panting heavily on her chest
. "Why did you take off my panties at the last moment?" she asked.

"Uh..." Zhiming glanced at her sideways, then closed his eyes again. "Because...
no matter how , they...they can't compare to the sexiness of your body!" he replied weakly.

"Hehehe..." Chun Jiao laughed happily—even Zhi Ming, with his clumsy tongue, could utter such heartwarming
sweet words !

Chapter Forty? Xiao Mei's Instigation

Every day after Zhi Ming went to work, Chun Jiao's day began with a shower—a warm shower as soon as she got up
could thoroughly wash away the sweat from the previous night's excessive exercise, leaving her body refreshed and radiant.
Springtime energy. Next came breakfast, cleaning, laundry… On Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, she'd go to the nearby
fitness center for aerobics in the afternoon—Chun Jiao was a new member there. Today was Monday, and naturally, it was no
exception.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, the rhythmic chants of "One, two, three, one, two, three…" echoed through the fitness center's dance studio.
Dozens of people lined up in neat squares, kicking and swaying their hips to the commands—a truly spectacular sight.

Chun Jiao was among them, repeating the dance moves over and over, drenched in sweat. But
she didn't find it monotonous at all; instead, she felt all the effort was worthwhile: "Because I want Ah Ming to always praise
my beauty!"—Ah Ming had never said she wasn't pretty.

Two hours passed quickly. In the changing room, Chun Jiao changed out of her sweat-soaked workout clothes while
chatting with her new dance partner.

"Lately, I think I've really become a real woman…" Xiao Mei said casually.

Hearing this, Chun Jiao involuntarily turned to look. The figure was indeed
much fuller than when she first saw her. She had a strong impression of Xiao Mei from her first visit to the gym: she was only 18 and had already married and become
a housewife .

"Back then, you looked like a little girl who hadn't fully developed..." Chun Jiao smiled at her.

"Yes! It's all thanks to him! He's always wanting to do it, no matter the time or place, he's really
addicted ..." Xiao Mei said proudly, wiggling her not-yet-fully-rounded hips.

"Oh, I see!" Chun Jiao said in surprise. When they first got married, Zhi Ming also clung to her every day, but he wasn't
always this excessive. "No wonder..." she said, perhaps out of envy.

"I forgot to tell you, he's not my husband!" Xiao Mei said, looking even more smug,
as if it were quite pitiful for a married person not to have one or two lovers. "I came to the gym only because he said he
liked thin women—I think I've gained weight..." she said.

"So...you've already cheated on me?" Chun Jiao snorted softly, not showing any disgust
on her face. "After all, it's a personal choice," she thought sensually.

"Yeah! Yeah!" Seeing that Chun Jiao wasn't particularly disgusted, Xiao Mei seemed to have found a kindred spirit and humbly asked for advice
: "You're the senior, you know so much more than I do. You know...
wouldn't it be easy for men to dislike women who are too casual and always at his beck and call?"

"Well..." Chun Jiao wasn't sure either. She was one of the many women who were always at his beck and call, and it wasn't that
Zhi Ming disliked her that much. "If that's the case, you can try rejecting him and see." She suggested.

"I understand, it's just playing hard to get!" Xiao Mei giggled. "I'll
try it ..."

After leaving the gym, Xiao Mei was nowhere to be seen, and Chun Jiao's mind was still replaying her words. "Although
I'm his wife, it's only natural for me to have sex with A-Ming, isn't this a bit too casual?" She thought about how ,
most of the time, it was Zhi-Ming who relentlessly pursued her during sex, and although she had struggled, she always ended up giving in. "If I just give in to A-Ming like this, what if he thinks like other men: ' Having sex so boring, I'd like to try other women'? Then...that would be terrible!" Chun-Jiao thought to herself, unconsciously amplifying this worry, which then turned into an almost real sense of crisis: "What should I do ...what should I do?" "Okay..." After thinking it over, Chun-Jiao reluctantly made a decision: "That's the only way, I'll try refusing him tonight..." She suggested to Xiao-Mei, never expecting that it would become her best solution. As it was almost time to leave work, Zhi-Ming's workload eased up considerably, and his colleagues chatted with him casually . "In my opinion, men who are always clinging to women are easily disliked, because no woman would dislike a man like that!" said his colleague. "Is...is that so?" Zhiming was secretly shocked; he was that kind of man! His colleague remained calm and went on to say something even more serious: "If this continues, the woman might become frigid and never have sex with a man again! Maybe...there's something even more serious going on—she'll have an affair!" "What? You've never been married, how do you know?" Zhiming stared at his colleague suspiciously. "Ahem!" The colleague coughed twice, with a worldly-wise expression: "Even if you haven't eaten pork, you've seen pigs run! I've seen this kind of thing a lot; it's easy to figure out with a little thought!" "Nonsense!" Zhiming snorted and ignored him, but his heart was pounding: "I don't want get to that point! Really...I was planning to do it tonight, but I'll have to hold back for now?" After work, Zhiming became even more determined about this decision. Back home, after dinner, he threw himself into his game, refusing to bother Chun Jiao anymore. Chun Jiao did the same, curling up on the sofa with a magazine, engrossed in it for hours without even lifting her eyelids . Time slipped away with the clicks of the game controller and the rustling of pages, and the wall clock had already struck eleven. Chun Jiao, having been curled up for so long, stretched and looked up at the ticking second hand of the clock. "Ah Ming! Isn't it about time ? Time to rest..." she said with a big yawn. "Hmm..." Zhi Ming grunted, not turning his head to look, his eyes glued to the TV screen, his thumb clicking incessantly on the controller. It was eleven o'clock, their usual time for making love; how could he not know? But tonight, he was determined to hold back until the very end. "Well..." Chun Jiao put down the magazine, jumped off the sofa, and headed towards the kitchen. As she passed Zhi Ming, she said gently, "You've been playing games all day, I'll make you a cup of tea!" "Okay!" Zhi Ming said casually, a fragrant breeze wafting into his nostrils, his eyes following that plump bottom into the kitchen. As she poured the water, Chun Jiao's waist bent slightly, revealing a glimpse of her underwear under her short skirt. "Obviously not a thong!" he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. But as if Chun Jiao had eyes in her backside, she suddenly turned around and glanced at Zhi Ming. Their eyes met, and they both jumped in surprise. "Hey! What are you looking at over there like that? How annoying!" Chun Jiao said, blushing. "Hehe..." Zhi Ming chuckled awkwardly, quickly turning back to the TV screen to continue playing his game, muttering to himself, "Level up! Level up! Damn it... I need to level up!"

"Nonsense!" Chun Jiao muttered, clearly noticing something was off about Zhi Ming, but didn't think much of it. A little
while later, the tea was ready. She brought it out from the kitchen and placed it on the coffee table, calling out to Zhi Ming's back,
"The tea's ready!"

"I know!" Zhi Ming said impatiently, but his heart was pounding wildly at the soft call,
unable to stop. "I have to endure it! I have to endure it!" he kept telling himself.

However, Zhi Ming's mind was already at the coffee table, drinking tea face-to-face with Chun Jiao.

"Hey! Ah Jiao… the tea you brewed is really good, bittersweet!" Zhi Ming took a sip of the hot tea, his throat
burning as if he'd swallowed a piece of burning coal.

Chun Jiao took a small sip, tilted her head up, and smiled sweetly at him, but a grain
of rice clung to her beautiful face, clearly visible in the lamplight.

"The rice's stuck to your face…" he pointed out.

"Really?" Chun Jiao put down her cup and reached out to touch it, but she couldn't find the grain of rice anywhere. "Where is it?"
she asked.

"You're so clumsy! It's so big..." Zhi Ming was anxious and moved to her side to wipe the rice
off , but he noticed that her face was flushed and pretty, so he pressed her down to the floor.

"Ouch! You rascal, you're poking me!" Chun Jiao complained softly, struggling weakly.

"Ah Jiao..." Zhi Ming said in a trembling voice, his hand sliding down her snow-white inner thigh, his fingers
slipping under the edge of her panties, gently probing her soft opening.

"Ah... um..." Chun Jiao moaned softly, her two weak arms symbolically
pushing against his chest, her breathing gradually becoming rapid, her rosy cheeks filled with a yearning
expression .

"I can't hold back anymore!" Zhiming panted, pulling down his underwear.
A large patch, about the size of a palm, was already wet between his thighs and the center of his underwear, glistening under the light. He didn't even bother to take off his clothes, simply pulling
his pants down to his thighs and pressing his thick, hard penis against her.

"Wow!" Chun Jiao cried out in satisfaction, leaning back onto the floor, moaning
"Mmm, ahh" amidst the thrusting sounds, frantically pulling her clothes off her head and tossing them aside.

Everything was white before his eyes; he couldn't see anything else. Zhiming only felt the tightness and heat inside her, his hands
bracing against the floor as he thrust forcefully inside, making a constant chattering sound… "Hey! What are
you doing standing there like that? The tea's almost cold, come and drink it!" Chun Jiao's voice came from behind him.

"Huh?!" Zhiming's hand trembled, and the game controller almost fell to the ground. He then realized that the TV screen
had been silent for a long time. "Really... I'm dreaming before I even get to bed. Am I developing delusions?"
he thought. He put down the game controller and stood up. His legs were numb, and his groin was sore. He stomped his feet on the floor
for a while before he felt better.

Zhiming walked to the coffee table and sat down. He hadn't even swallowed the tea when Chunjiao suddenly asked, "
What's wrong with you today?! You seem so absent-minded..."

"Pfft—" He spat out the tea, splashing it all over the coffee table, and almost choked. "N-
nothing!" he said, shaking his head. He quickly gulped down a few large mouthfuls and sneaked
into .

"How strange! He's drinking tea so quickly..." Chun Jiao muttered, tidying up the coffee table before returning to
her room . Zhi Ming was already asleep. "No matter what... I must refuse him tonight. I can't let him
do whatever he wants!" She stood by the bed, taking off her clothes as she thought.

"Hey! Move aside..." Chun Jiao changed into her pajamas and gently nudged Zhi Ming's back. Zhi Ming didn't
turn over, but silently moved further in. She turned off the light, crept
under , and lay down a hand's width away from Zhi Ming.

After a few minutes, there was no embrace, no words. The dark night made Chun Jiao feel incredibly lonely. She timidly called out
, "Hey... Ah Ming..."

"What?" Zhi Ming responded, his voice seeming to come from somewhere in the room.

"N-nothing..." Chun Jiao said hurriedly, holding her breath and falling silent.

The room returned to an unusual silence. Neither of them spoke, and neither could hear the other's breathing. After a while,
Zhiming called out softly in the darkness, "Hey... Chunjiao..."

"Ugh!" Chunjiao lay flat, suddenly feeling a darkness before her eyes as Zhiming pressed down on her.

"I can't take it anymore! I can't take it anymore! I still can't resist..." Zhiming panted heavily, his hands blindly roaming over
Chunjiao 's chest—he was looking for the first button.

"I...I want to tell you..." Chunjiao was flustered, her hands frantically trying to cover herself, her heart pounding like
a deer's, but she didn't know what to say next.

"I want to touch! I want to touch..." Zhiming panted, his hot breath spraying onto the woman's
neck . It was inconvenient without the lights on; he finally found the button and struggled to undo it.

"Aming! I think tonight...tonight should be..." Chunjiao murmured, but she thrust her chest
forward to meet him . Surprisingly, Zhiming's hand didn't fall; it seemed suspended in mid-air by an invisible rope, motionless
.

"Good...good night!" Zhiming forced out the three words through gritted teeth, rolled over, and lay back in his original
position, clenching his fists tightly and gritting his teeth as he said, "I can endure it! I can endure it..."

"Sigh...good night!" Chun Jiao sighed. The ordeal had left her feeling weak and tingly.
"Wasn't he going to do it? Why did he suddenly change his mind? It's so inexplicable..." she thought disappointedly.

Meanwhile, Zhiming tightly gripped his erect penis, the hard shaft throbbing and throbbing in his palm,
throbbing painfully. He tossed and turned for most of the night, finally succumbing to sleep.

In the morning, before leaving the house, Zhiming suddenly turned to Chun Jiao and said, "Hey, Chun Jiao..."

"Hmm?" Chun Jiao looked at him curiously.

"How should I put it?" Zhiming scratched the back of his head, took a deep breath, and
said awkwardly, "Shall we...shall we just do it as usual tonight?"

"Yeah!" Chunjiao nodded, her cheeks already as red as two ripe apples.

"That's right! Just tell the truth! I suffered so much last night..." Zhiming grinned and went to work
happily .

"Really...it's not like I didn't want to do it!" Chunjiao stared blankly at the empty doorway, thinking, "It's all my fault..."
"That Xiao Mei, she was probably screaming and yelling under her lover's crotch again last night! Now we're all in this mess!"

[To be continued]

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