Minecraft Chapter 1

Chapter 1
A dark red sky.
The earth trembled violently, and large rocks tumbled down.
At the boarding gate of a streamlined spaceship not far away, the sound of machine guns crackling like popping beans rang out. Countless people, families in tow
, were hit and torn apart, while those on the outer edges cried out and scattered in panic.
"Idiot." A low, somewhat dry voice complained from behind.
Where am I? Before me were several long, somewhat oppressive, quiet lines, a stark contrast to the noisy crowd not far away
. Looking back, I saw a long line of people in yellow uniforms, all wearing the same military caps, with the same anxious and tense
expressions. Black uniforms, holding menacing guns, patrolled the sides of the lines. At the boarding gate at the front of the lines,
people were being dragged away from the ticket checkpoint by black uniforms, or being executed in front of a pit filled with corpses
, or desperate people committing suicide by shooting themselves in front of the pit. I don't know how much time passed, but then I heard, "Tickets! Tickets!"
"Zhang Ye, Zhang Ye!" I groggily woke up from my desk and saw a girl with a bunch of hair and glasses
tapping my desk with her pointer. I heard low chuckles.
"Zhang Ye, come to my office after class. What are you laughing at!" The girl with glasses snorted coldly,
gave me a stern glare, and returned to the podium.
A three-dimensional red number (-100) inexplicably flashed above her head, which surprised me.
"Hey! Wild man, did you stay up all night again?" A low voice tapped my back and asked.
I was about to turn around when I saw three-dimensional red numbers flashing above the heads of all the girls,
most between -10 and 30. What was going on? I… suddenly
snapped out of my daze, a flood of memories washing over me.
My name is Zhang Ye, I'm 24 years old, a senior in high school, and this is my sixth time repeating high school. The girl with glasses was Liu Kelan, 24
years old, three months younger than me. She was the homeroom teacher and Chinese teacher of Class 190 at Lanhua High School.
The chubby guy behind me who was talking to me was Chen Dong, 22 years old. He was a freshman when I was a senior in high school. I repeated a year for six years, and he repeated
a year for four years. He was my best friend. The short-haired girl diagonally in front of me, who kept turning around to look at me with concern ,
the girl with the number 65 flashing above her head, was my girlfriend He Juan, 17 years old, progressing to second base… Countless memories immediately
became crystal clear.
“Ahem!” Liu Kelan glanced at me from the podium and coughed. I quickly lowered my head to read. While Liu Kelan
was writing on the blackboard, I gave Chen Dong, who was chuckling behind me, the middle finger.
"Zhang Ye, this is your sixth time repeating a grade, isn't it? You were already a senior when I first entered the school,
you were still a senior when I started teaching, and you were still a senior when the classes I taught were in their final year. Do you intend to keep repeating a senior year until
…?" Liu Kelan started nagging again, making me feel annoyed. It was always the same opening line; she
wouldn't stop until the bell rang. When she was lecturing you, you couldn't let your eyes wander; you could only look at her
or your feet to lessen her anger.
The early summer weather was gradually getting warmer. Even with the windows open, the simple staff office was still
unbearably hot. Today, Liu Kelan was wearing a light red blouse and a white pencil skirt. Because she was leaning back in her chair, her full breasts
stretched the blouse open. I shifted my position slightly, and my gaze fell through the gap between the two buttons of
her blouse. Wow, she was wearing a light red bra! Quite thin! Looks like she's got a lot to offer.
"Zhang Ye, are you even listening to me?" Liu Kelan shouted, slamming her hand lightly on the table. Her dress
swelled even more, revealing a deep cleavage! I couldn't help but swallow, my breasts swaying slightly with her slap.
"Zhang Ye! Where are you looking?" Liu Kelan emphasized again, suddenly noticing my gaze. She immediately
covered her chest with her hand, her face flushing red and then pale with embarrassment.
I don't know where the courage came from, but seeing that it was just the two of us in the faculty office, I blurted out, almost unconsciously,
"Xiao Lan, you're so pretty." Her face, already flushed, suddenly turned bright red, threatening to purplish. Embarrassingly
, looking at Liu Kelan's eyes gradually welling up with tears, I felt a pang of regret. Ding ding ding! My savior arrived! Just as
the awkward atmosphere was about to explode, the school bell rang.
"Liu Kelan's been rambling on for ages again!" Chen Dong started gloating behind me again. But my mind
kept replaying those undulating breasts.
In the evening, everyone laughed and ran out of the classroom, forming a torrent on the school's main road and flowing
out of the school.
"Savage, wait for me!" The chubby Chen Dong grabbed me from behind, pulled open my backpack, revealing a pack of Diamond Hibiscus
King cigarettes, and whispered, "Good stuff, a gift for the boss!" "Tch! Brother, you're at least 22,
just take it out openly, why be so lewd?" I said disdainfully.
"Uh! I'm used to it, I'm used to it. Hehe! Damn! Even Liu Meimei is younger than you. In front of you, I'll always
be the little brother, won't I?" This guy immediately retorted by using my age. Seeing my displeasure, this guy immediately turned to a lewd
expression and said, "Speaking of Liu Meimei, I've never seen such a beautiful girl in my life! Those big breasts, that small
waist, that perky butt. Tsk tsk..." "Get lost, she's the class monitor, be careful she doesn't come to your home for a visit. She's just average
!" Although I was half-warning the fat guy, for some reason, Liu Kelan's shy and angry pretty
face and her swaying breasts suddenly appeared in my mind.
"Da Ye!" Just as I was chatting idly with the fat guy, a melodious voice came from behind me. Without even turning around or seeing the fat guy's envious expression, the youthful 　　face
of short-haired He Juan appeared in my mind . 　　 "This one is quite average, isn't she? When are you going to go home base, Juanzi! Xiao Ting!" The fat guy teased 　　, and hurriedly waved enthusiastically. 　　 I turned around, and 65-year-old He Juan and 40-year-old Zhang Ting were running over. "Da Ye, Bai Dong! Are we going 　　home?" He Juan asked affectionately, standing beside me."Yes, yes, how about we give you a ride? We have a car anyway." Before I could answer, the chubby guy hurriedly 　　said to Zhang Ting. 　　 "No, I'll take the bus back. Goodbye." Zhang Ting looked at us and said shyly.

Watching Zhang Ting leave, Chen Dong felt a pang of regret. He Juan patted his shoulder and said, "Aren't you going? This is all I can
do for you." Seeing Chen Dong leave quickly, beaming with excitement, He Juan whispered, "Let's go to your house today.
My parents are out. I'll cook for you." "Would Zhang Ting like Fatty?"
I asked curiously, watching Chen Dong's bloated body squeeze onto the bus.
"How would I know? Anyway, she can't like you. Don't think I don't know Zhang Ting gave you love letters too.
Humph!" Once outside the school, He Juan, no longer restrained, grabbed my arm and said jealously,
"It's been so long, why are you still so petty?" I teased, squeezing her firm
breasts against my arm, making He Juan blush and fum.
Zhang Ting gave me love letters too? I don't remember at all. Ever since Liu Kelan woke me up from class
, I've had a sense of emptiness, a feeling that's not quite real. Whether it was the flirtatious words he blurted out to Liu Kelan
or his playful banter with Chen Dong, He Juan's enthusiasm seemed to only suddenly appear in his mind when he was with them.
He shook his head, walked straight to a BMW parked at the school gate, opened the door, let He Juan get in, and drove off.
Sitting on the sofa at home, looking at the somewhat messy room, this was definitely my home. I skillfully parked in the complex
, skillfully walked upstairs, skillfully took out my keys to open the door, skillfully tossed the keys into the key
box after closing the door, skillfully opened the refrigerator, took a sip of ice water, and skillfully sprawled on the sofa to turn on the TV. But I always felt that
something was wrong.
"Why don't you ever tidy up the house? You don't even wash the dishes, they're filthy." He Juan entered the house and skillfully went into
the kitchen, put on an apron, and started bustling around like a housewife.
From the moment I entered the house, a sense of self immediately surfaced in my mind: I am an orphan, living alone in
this most upscale studio apartment in the city. Every month, the foundation left by my parents deposits a sum of money into my account,
while my other living expenses, such as rent, utilities, and tuition, are handled by the foundation. The money my parents left is enough
for me to live on for ten lifetimes. "It's okay, a cleaning lady comes every Friday to clean," I 　　replied
, flipping through channels aimlessly . 　　 "You should still pay attention to it during the day. It's like a doghouse," He Juan's dissatisfied voice came from the kitchen. 　　 How did I get together with Xiao Juan? It was that sweet, melodious voice, being designated as a 　　student for assistance by Liu Kelan, the tutoring in the evening classroom, the whispers on the way home, the kisses at home. Scenes like 　　movie clips flooded my mind. 　　 "Dazed again? Dinner's ready!" He Juan pressed her face against mine, her big, bright eyes blinking, her sweet 　　breath filling my nostrils. 　　 I suddenly pulled her into my arms and kissed her soft, rosy lips. Mmm! Such a beautiful soft moan. Her alluring 　　, soft body struggled briefly in my arms before gradually softening. Her tender tongue awkwardly responded to my teasing 　　. My large hand slipped from the hem of her sailor uniform onto her cool, smooth skin, slowly moving towards the mound pressing against my chest 　　. The thin steel wire, the clearly defined texture of the cotton bra—He Juan shifted her body, allowing my large hand to cover her 　　soft, firm breasts, kneading and pressing them. My fingers slipped inside the bra, gently teasing the emerging nipples. Her shy, panting 　　breaths reached my ears. Her round, plump buttocks pressed against my legs, rubbing against me lightly. 　　In my daze, I unbuttoned the back of her bra. 　　 "Ah! Why are you biting me?" Her fine, silvery teeth, gleaming with desire, bit my lip sharply. 　　 "You bad boy, why are you unbuttoning my clothes? Aren't you going to eat? Your mind is full of erotic thoughts." He Juan blushed, 　　playfully tapping my head. 　　 "What's the big deal? Why don't you unbutton mine too, then we'll even." I straightened my back, unbuttoned my pants, and 　　showed them to myself, my erect penis creating a large tent in my pants. 　　 He Juan looked at my prominent tent and spat lightly, "Eat your food, and then go study, you 　　old man who's been in his final year of high school for seven years." "How else would I have met my little Juan Juan if I hadn't studied for seven years! Oh, why are your pants wet?" He Juan 　　struggled to get off me, her pleated skirt lifted up to her waist. As she turned to set the table, 　　a small wet patch flashed between the crotch of her pink panties, and I immediately teased her. 　　 Embarrassed, He Juan hurriedly straightened her clothes and then gave me another playful punch. After a sweet dinner in a romantic atmosphere , He Juan, like a little housewife, helped me tidy up the room. "Don't go, it's so late. Didn't your parents go out?" I said 　　, feeling warm 　　 inside as I looked at He Juan who had finished her 　　tidying up . 　　 Her bright, clear eyes were filled with desire and struggle. After a while, He Juan bit her lip lightly before calming herself down. She took out 　　her phone and called her parents and Zhang Ting, who were out of town, saying casually, "I'm going to take a shower. 　　You go study!" Sitting at her desk, she was filled with excitement, the sound of running water in the bathroom filling her ears 　　. Her mind was filled with the alluring image of He Juan, naked like a lamb, caressing her body in the running water. She was about to reach base! Ugh, 　　how could I, a virgin, be so preoccupied with thoughts of skillfully flirting and tasting tender flesh, as if I had already experienced the full 　　spectrum of love? 　　 Lost in her thoughts, He Juan emerged from the bathroom, wearing my white t-shirt. The oversized t- 　　shirt barely covered her thighs. Although her nipples were 　　covered by the logo on her chest, they were still faintly visible. "What are you looking at? Go take a shower, you stink!" He Juan deliberately 　　feigned disgust, but her smile was full of smugness at my astonished expression. "Oh, and remember to 　　wash your clothes." Looking at the sailor uniform in the laundry basket, wait, where are the underwear? I didn't expect her to wash her own underwear. 　　I was excited to see the pink underwear with a small red bow embroidered on it on the coat rack on the balcony. Was she 　　naked under that white t-shirt? 　　 I quickly finished showering, tied the towel around my waist, and rushed to the bedroom. "Why aren't you wearing anything? Hmm..." Before she could say anything ...i=64> He pulled her into his arms and kissed her deeply. His large hands, through her t-shirt, kneaded her soft flesh into 　　various shapes, occasionally pinching her erect nipples lightly between his fingers. 　　 "Aren't you going to study? Stop fooling around. I'm angry. Hmm..." A harmless threat, I lowered my head through her t-shirt...

The t-shirt enveloped her erect nipples, sucking hard. One hand slipped between her tightly pressed, slightly cool thighs,
covering the fine downy hairs on her hard pubic bone.
"No, no," He Juan cried, her small hands desperately pushing against my arm, which kept trying to squeeze between her thighs
.
I looked at her pretty face, on the verge of tears and anger, regretting my impulsiveness. Suddenly,
the red number above her head flashed; 65 became 71. Could it be…?
"I like you, Juan…" I whispered sweet nothings in her ear, occasionally licking her glistening earlobe
, my eyes constantly glancing at the top of her head. Soon, 71 rolled to 75, her tightly pressed legs loosened, and
I immediately followed.
Mmm! A soft breath and a sudden tension in her body; my fingertips slid to a warm, moist hollow—excitement,
nervousness. I struggled to pull my hand out from between her thighs; my middle fingertip was wet and slippery. "What is this?" I asked with a mischievous grin
. The beautiful woman in my arms blushed and trembled. Sometimes tender, sometimes playful, I finally eased most of He Juan's tension and shyness
, looking at her smooth, white body under the soft light. The 80 flashing above my head, I turned and knelt at
her feet, gently using subtle force to part her legs.
Wow, so this is a woman's genitals? Two soft, plump labia were tightly closed, glistening moisture
extending from the crevice to her dark anus. Gently parting the labia, I revealed the delicate, pink inner
petals, which separated like a clam shell, revealing bright red vulva. Indescribable, or rather, at that moment I couldn't find any words
to describe this mysterious place.
"No, it's dirty. It's so embarrassing," He Juan shyly reached out and covered her private parts, dashing my desire to lick
them. I pressed myself against her, watching her shy, nervous, slightly expectant, and fearful
expression. I teased, "What a beautiful place, just like my Juanjuan. Every part of you is beautiful.
" "Really?" Her long eyelashes fluttered a few times, her heart filled with joy and shyness as she asked.
I nodded, placing her soft, boneless arms, which had been covering my groin, on her neck, my hot, erect penis pressed
against the deep imprint of that place in my mind.
"I'm coming," I whispered in her ear after a few passionate kisses. There was no answer; her tightly closed eyes,
her bitten lower lip, and a tear sliding down her cheek all silently responded to me.
I skillfully manipulated my burning penis, straightened my back, and guided my hot glans against that
babbling brook of her paradise. The soft body beneath me tensed up suddenly. "I'm coming," I whispered again
, slowly penetrating that tight, warm place.
That's the downside of deflowering a virgin; there's no excitement. A married woman is different; she'll use her experience to guide you and
cooperate. But a virgin enjoys the sense of accomplishment of losing her virginity and the sense of accomplishment during the process of "training." Imagine a blank
sheet of paper where you can freely draw your most satisfying picture—something a married woman who's already been filled with drawings doesn't have
.
For some reason, when my penis pressed against that barrier, a strange realization suddenly appeared in my mind. I
'm clearly a virgin, okay? But at this moment, I felt like an expert, or at least a seasoned pro, smoothly pressing against
her hymen. While I played with the sensitive nipples on her breasts, I whispered sweet nothings in He Juan's ear. Her
tense body gradually softened, and with a forceful thrust, with a suppressed gasp, I broke through that thin
membrane, officially making a solemn mark on this blank sheet of paper.
Don't rush, let her adjust, then slowly enter. A strange realization dawned on me again, and I lowered my head to
lick away the tears from the corners of her eyes. I continued to gently caress her firm breasts, deliberately
speaking with a hint of satisfaction and excitement, "Juan, I'm finally with you." Her hands, clutching the sheets tightly, wrapped around my neck, her closed
eyes gazing at me with happiness, her pouting red lips expectantly awaiting my taste. With each thrust,
I paused to let her adjust, finally pressing against the soft flesh inside. I quietly felt the exquisite
sensation of her vaginal muscles tightly gripping my throbbing penis.
Suddenly, the number above He Juan's head had inexplicably increased to a three-digit decimal. Each thrust
caused that number to fluctuate. The fluid beneath her increased, and with the rising and
falling numbers, I controlled the frequency of my thrusts.
He Juan, too, gradually became aroused by my thrusts, her already captivating, melodious voice
now carrying a hint of lewdness, making my blood boil even more. The atmosphere in the bedroom gradually intensified.
The number above He Juan's head was stuck at 90. No matter how I changed it, it remained at 90.998. He
Juan's breathing grew heavier, a faint blush spreading across her alabaster-white body. Her vaginal
muscles rippled tightly around my penetrating penis, and a fine layer of sweat gradually covered her pretty face.
"Mmm. I...I..." He Juan murmured intermittently, then suddenly trembled. She tightened
her grip on my arms. The soft flesh inside her vagina seemed to suddenly radiate intense heat, drawing my
glans to press firmly against that alluring heat source. The number above her head stopped at 91.000; He Juan had climaxed.
I lay quietly on top of her, supporting my weight with my elbows, my chest pressed against hers
without being too constricting, watching the somewhat dazed He Juan beneath me, and the slowly descending number above her head.
Was this an H game? But the real touch, the clear memories of the past—everything made my absurd idea
untenable. Good, she reached climax on the first try. Keep going, deepen her impact, make her never forget
this soul-stirring feeling, so she can write freely on the blank paper. A strange realization
surfaced again.
When the number was almost at 85, the beauty beneath me slowly awoke, and I began to thrust again. With
the help of the number above her head, I could quickly grasp He Juan's feelings, and the number continued to break through. He
Juan had already experienced her third climax; her gentle pleas for mercy had turned into a limp, dazed state. Perhaps I'd gone too far
. Don't overdo it and leave her with a trauma. I stopped paying attention to the changes in the number and opened my heart to thrust harder.
He began to thrust rapidly. His large hand, which had been caressing her firm breasts, now exerted more force, thrusting and thrusting, his soul
rising in a shrill, throbbing sensation. Her tightly clenched vaginal muscles, his dazed face contorted with each thrust. Finally, his soul reached
its peak, and I pressed myself firmly against that hot, soft flesh, streams of semen gushing out like a burst dam.
At that moment, his mind went blank, filled only with endless pleasure. His soft penis was easily expelled, and he rolled over to
lie beside He Juan, breathing heavily, his body drenched in sweat. He wiped the sweat from his face. Looking at
He Juan, who was forcing a smile at him, he pulled her into his arms.
"No, let me go. You're so fierce," the beautiful woman in his arms said, seemingly startled and reproachful. He gently stroked her
smooth, silky back, patting her as if soothing a baby. Gradually, they both drifted off to sleep.
Attention! At ease! Attention! Damn it, stand up straight! From now on, forget everything you've learned before
. In the coming year, I'll train you on something entirely new. I know you're all
top performers selected from various military regions, but to me, you're nothing.
Zhang Ye, you fucking hold on tight. Don't fucking use so much force. Damn it, it's just changing from 3 times gravity
to 0.7 times gravity, you bunch of trash.
Activate the reverse booster, fuck! Zhang Ye, you demonstrate.
Zhang Ye, congratulations, you passed.
Zhang Ye, you've been selected for the direct escort regiment, departing tomorrow. This farewell may be forever. This is
my medal, with my name on the back, take it. I won't have a chance to leave,
leave with my name on it!
Zhang Ye, Zhang Ye.
I suddenly woke up, only to see He Juan tightly huddled under the covers, wrapped up tightly, only her two
big, blinking eyes showing. Seeing that I was awake, she finally poked her head out. I leaned over and
lightly kissed her glistening red lips. "Good morning!" "Good morning!" He Juan replied shyly.
Watching He Juan, still wrapped in the entire blanket, hurriedly slip out of the bedroom with strange steps. She
'd already done everything, yet she was still so shy. Looking at the large stain and red
marks on the sheet where she had been lying, I stretched comfortably and lit a cigarette.
"Hey! Smoking so early in the morning, and in bed too. Smoking, smoking, all you do is smoke." I scolded
He Juan, who had already put on her t-shirt and was carrying the blanket, acting like the lady of the house.
Women, if you keep them at a distance, they resent you; if you get too close, they become disrespectful. I deliberately glanced at the red stain on the sheet, and
He Juan, embarrassed, quickly pulled me up, rolled up the sheet, and hurried out, leaving me laughing heartily behind.
I went into the bathroom and quickly rinsed off. Standing in front of the mirror, a small blue bottle
logo with a blue horizontal bar in the lower right corner looked like a battery just fully charged. While still at home,
I teased the shy He Juan a little more before heading off to school, satisfied.
As soon as I parked the car, He Juan darted out, called out "I'm leaving first," and hurried
away with her awkward gait. Heh, little girl, she always sticks to me until the school gate, so
shy.
"Wild Man!" I heard the chubby guy's voice as soon as I locked the car.
"Why did Juan Juan leave you here alone? Did you two have a fight?" "Get lost. How
was yesterday?" "Don't even mention it, it was so crowded! I squeezed my way to Xiao Ting's side, but she was only
talking to Xu Meng. I couldn't get a word in edgewise." The chubby guy slapped his head in frustration.
I could only offer a helpless expression.
"But last night... hehe..." This guy gave me a lewd and obscene look again, probably nothing good
happened.
I asked with a disdainful expression, "Did you find some good movies to watch and have sex with last night?" "Damn!
You underestimate me. You've completely hurt my fragile heart." "Tch, I know you too well." "Fuck."
"Damn." After arguing with Chen Dong for a while, I finally couldn't help but brag, "I made it to home base yesterday, and I'm exhausted now
. Just say what you want to say." Sure enough, the chubby guy's surprised look greatly
satisfied my vanity.
"Damn, I was wondering why Juanjuan's steps were weird. You're pretty good! How was it? Did you enjoy it?
How many rounds did you have?" The chubby guy asked, almost drooling.
"What do you want? If not, I'm leaving." I ended the discussion at the right time. Anyway, I
had achieved my goal. Besides, this guy is a big mouth. If He Juan heard it, it wouldn't be good. After all,
she's thin-skinned.
Perhaps the information had a significant impact on him, because he pulled me aside and pulled out his enormous phone from his bag
. After a few quick movements, he pulled out a photo.
In the blurry image, a beautiful woman in a spaghetti-strap nightgown lay on a bed, one hand covering one of her large breasts, the other pressed
against her crotch. The bedside lamp illuminated her face clearly.
"Damn, isn't that your mom?" I exclaimed in surprise.
"Shh! Keep your voice down, do you want me dead?" the chubby guy quickly covered my mouth and scolded, then said smugly,
"I've been waiting for this opportunity for ages. You're lucky, kid. Last night my mom... hehe... made me
ejaculate twice." As he spoke, he kept flipping through the photos with his fingers. Fair breasts, dark red nipples,
and a constantly swaying waist—he must have taken countless photos. Unfortunately, there was no light on her lower body, so it
was dark and I couldn't see clearly, but it still shocked me greatly.
A sense of absurdity welled up inside me. This was Chen Dong's own mother! It was one thing for Chen Dong to secretly film and
masturbate in front of his own mother, but to show it to an outsider like me? But then a sudden realization dawned on me:
Chen Dong had talked about his mother's beauty in front of me more than once. Right, it seemed this guy really liked ...i=65> He likes older women. Just a few days ago, this guy mentioned he masturbated with his mother's recently changed underwear. I even 　　mocked him for being so tasteless, telling him to go ahead and ejaculate into his mother's bra so she 　　could teach dance wearing a bra stained with her son's semen. Then, the identities of Chen Dong's parents appeared: Zhou Ying, 40 years old, a dance teacher, currently...

Chen Qiang, 55, a mine owner, runs a private dance studio. He has a family back in his hometown, and
Zhou Ying is his mistress in the city.
I've seen Aunt Zhou a few times; she's indeed beautiful. She's 40, but looks like she's only 27 or 28. Perhaps
because she's a dance teacher, she has a slender waist, lotus-root-like arms, straight legs, and a perfectly proportioned
figure that accentuates her magnificent breasts. It seems like the number above her head is 20 or 30. Based on
last night's experience, I estimate that the number I can see is close enough for intimate contact.
While pondering this, I greedily admired Chen Dong's masterpiece, casually appreciating it, when suddenly a familiar,
stern voice came from behind: "Zhang Ye, Chen Dong. Class is about to start, why are you still here?" The two turned around
and, sure enough, it was Liu Meimei. They hurriedly ran towards the classroom, Chen Dong muttering as he ran, "Damn, one day
I'll take you down." "You're dreaming!" I retorted mercilessly.
It's senior year of high school, but I don't feel any atmosphere of impending college entrance exams. Everyone in the classroom is whispering,
playing Go in their notebooks, and even a few are playing Three Kingdoms Kill in the back row. It seems my class really is
a useless class! And strict Liu Kelan, I don't know if we're just incompatible or what, always
deliberately picks on me. Damn it! I was just daydreaming, and there's someone eating instant noodles behind me, and you
don't even bother to stop me!
A boring day passed just like that. He Juan's parents still hadn't returned. He Juan, whom I conquered overnight,
didn't even say a word. She said something to Zhang Ting at the school gate and then got into my car.
"Where to?" I asked. "What do you think?" she glared at me.
First, we went to He Juan's house to pick up some of her clothes. Seeing her carrying a full suitcase, I almost thought she
was going to stay at my house. We stopped at a restaurant halfway home for a meal. Back home,
He Juan, who had been so serious initially, quickly took a shower and clung to me. Wearing beige panties and a cartoon t-shirt,
she nestled in my arms like a kitten. The two of us, experiencing forbidden fruit for the first time, quickly kissed. After a long while, He Juan
forcefully pulled away my hand that was teasing her labia, saying in a soft voice, "No, it's still swollen down there, and
it hurts all day. You're so rough, I can't take it." "Then what should I do?" I asked, taking her small hand and placing it on
my erect penis, feigning a pitiful expression.
"How should I know?" He Juan's pure eyes were filled with heartache and worry.
"How about you suck it for me?" I said, looking at her rosy lips and tender little tongue, feigning distress.
"Suck it? How do you suck it?" "Like eating an ice pop!" "Ah!" He Juan looked at me suspiciously, and
I pleaded with my eyes.
"So that's what you guys do down there! It looks like a mushroom!" He Juan obediently used her small, white
hands to pull down my underwear, and my erect penis sprang out. He Juan looked like she had discovered a new continent and picked up my red
penis to examine it.
"Lick it!" I said anxiously, seeing that my penis was only two fingers
away from her pretty face, and the hot breath from her nose blowing on my penis made me throb.
He Juan glanced at me sideways while carefully sticking out her tongue, and the first thing she did was lick
and scrape my glans. It was so damn stimulating. He Juan then put her tongue in her mouth and smacked her lips, saying, "It doesn't taste like anything
!" Of course, I just took a shower.
Under my command, He Juan slowly took my swollen penis into her mouth little by little. I jokingly suggested that
it would make it easier for her to lick and have her kneel between my legs. Watching her delicate white fingers gently caress my penis, my swollen penis constantly
moving in and out of her rosy lips, her nimble little tongue scraping the glans—it was pure pleasure, truly a pleasure.
And those bright, pure eyes held a look of seeking and pleading, making me feel even more comfortable.
"So tired, my mouth is sore," He Juan
said, rubbing her cheeks with a wronged expression when I was really enjoying myself.
"Almost there, just a little more. Why don't you use your mouth to help me?" I said with a smile.
"Use your mouth?" He Juan asked, puzzled. After I lightly touched her labia, she playfully slapped me, then lowered
her head and continued to suckle.
"Suck my balls," I commanded, spreading my legs wide.
My erect penis throbbed with pleasure, lightly touching her small nose, my
scrotum being taken into He Juan's mouth. Actually, the pleasure from sucking the scrotum isn't high; it's the feeling of having one's genitals and excretory organs
placed on a delicate and beautiful face that's true pleasure. Of course, if a beautiful woman's delicate
tongue could scrape the anus, that intense sense of conquest would be the ultimate enjoyment. But don't rush, take it slow. This blank canvas
will eventually become the most lewd painting. For some reason, this realization suddenly popped into my head, as if I had
years of experience with it.
After directing He Juan to suck the scrotum, I had her lick the penis. The hot penis was enveloped in her mouth
, her fine teeth occasionally scraping the shaft, the stimulating sensation constantly assaulting me. I bent down, reached into her
t-shirt, and vigorously kneaded her soft, perky breasts and the erect nipples. To make it easier for me to knead,
He Juan even puffed out her chest. She was indeed a sensible and understanding girl.
Looking at He Juan, who was trying so hard to please me and reduce my swelling, I couldn't help but feel pity for her. I placed my hand on
her head, controlling her movements with my strength, watching my penis being repeatedly taken in and out of her mouth, as if I were forcefully
fucking that lovely little mouth. Waves of exciting pleasure surged through my brain. "I'm coming, I'm going to cum."
I pressed He Juan's head down hard, pressing it against her throat, and spurts of semen shot out. "Don't spit it out,
help me clean it up." Watching my erect penis slowly withdraw from He Juan's lips, He Juan obediently used her lips to scrape
my penis clean. She covered her mouth, thought for a long time before swallowing, gagged a few times, and then said aggrievedly, "It tastes so fishy!"i=63> "I chuckled and pulled her into my arms: "A man's semen is a woman's best beauty product. Didn't you see 　　how rosy you look today after I ejaculated yesterday?" Actually, it was because she was in a good mood, but 　　what can I do when she's my blank slate?

He Juan thought for a moment, seemingly moved by my words, and even swallowed again. "Huh, why is it so small
?" He Juan looked at my limp penis with some surprise, and even reached out to move it.
"It's usually like this. It only gets hard when I see my wife. It's been hard for so long, and I've given
my wife some essence, so naturally it needs to rest!" Damn! She actually picked up my penis and started swinging it around, look at my breast-grabbing
dragon claw hand.
In the midst of the play, I noticed that the red number above He Juan's head had stopped at 85, which meant that as long as we were alone,
she would be willing to be intimate with me at any time?
"I'm going to take a shower. You're so naughty. I just showered not long ago, and I sweated so much serving you, you little devil
. You're like a baby wanting milk, you've got your saliva all over my chest, how annoying." He Juan
said she was annoying, but her eyes were full of lust. This aroused me again. Faced with my advances,
He Juan immediately jumped away and pleaded, "Good husband, I really can't take it these past few days. I can barely walk straight.
Zhang Ting even asked me what happened today. If I'm still like this when my parents come back in a few days, I'll be beaten to death.
How about I give you oral sex if you really can't hold back? I'm going to take a shower." Seeing
He Juan's somewhat hasty retreat, I jumped up. "Wife, I'll shower too." Tch, if you can't, fine. Do you think I care?
I'll let you shower again later. I was extremely annoyed at being turned away.
The sound of running water came from the bathroom. I went back to the sofa and turned on the TV. Suddenly the doorbell rang. Damn, could it be that fat guy 　　 ?
I flung open the door and was stunned.

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