The Enigmatic Charm of Unofficial Histories and Anecdotes

The entrance exam is in two days. Even though I feel I've studied enough
, to avoid my parents' nagging and for peace of mind, I still went to the school library with a few close friends, idly
doing math problems…
“Qi~! Why are you daydreaming again? Can't concentrate? Or thinking about your boyfriend? Oh? Still
doodling on your calculation paper? Come on, let me see what you drew?” My friend's murmured in my ear snapped me back to reality. I realized I
had unconsciously drifted into a daze.
“What are you writing? Qi's boyfriend is a pig?” I turned my head
to look at the paper I had just scribbled on in her hand. The whole paper was covered in words, and all of them were the same word: pig! Although it was just a casual
, unintentional scribbling, just one glance made my face turn red as I thought of what 'pig' represented
. Just thinking about it made me feel a chill down my spine; my underwear was half-wet.
I snatched the paper covered in pigs' writing back, ignoring my friend's curious face, and quietly put it
in my bag. Although I wanted to refocus on the math problem, the chill below constantly
reminded me of its presence. The image of the 'pig' floated into my mind—his serious yet humorous, polite yet
confident, gentle yet unrestrained tone, even the arrogance in his words—all of which made me
look forward to every conversation with him.
My vaginal fluids were uncontrollable, soaking my underwear. My left hand, without my noticing, had quietly
pressed against my clitoris, gently rubbing it. The tingling sensation made me unable to stop;
the tingling sensation from my index fingernail scraping my clitoris was intoxicating. I drew circles, circles, and more circles, biting my lower lip to suppress
the groan that almost escaped my lips.
My mind went blank. I forgot I was in the library, forgot my friends beside me, only knowing the pursuit of pleasure
. I couldn't stop pressing my index finger against my clitoris, even adding my thumb, rubbing, rubbing, and rubbing some more
. My body grew hotter and hotter, my head grew heavier and heavier, even my vision began to blur. My whole body was driven only by
the instinct to pursue desire, only my tightly clenched lower lip dared not relax.
My eyes were glazed, unfocused, my head almost hitting the table; the gazes around me, the tingling electric current, the
suffocating pleasure in my lower body, my thumb pressed hard on my clitoris, my index finger scraped down a thin slit, and instantly, love juice escaped
its cage, flowing down my index finger. Unable to suppress the physiological need, my index finger twitched slightly, twitched, and twitched again
, pain!
The slight tearing sensation brought me back to my senses. My left index finger penetrated less than a knuckle, bringing a heart-palpitating pain
. My body trembled, demanding that my finger go deeper, but the image of a 'pig' appeared in my mind. No! The first time
… must be saved for him! A cry echoed in my heart. After the exams, two months later, on his eighteenth
birthday, I would give myself completely to him. Then, with blood stained my handkerchief, a tender expression on my face
, I would lie in his arms, enjoying his caresses, feeling his love.
I forced my fingers to stop their deeper movements, ignoring the trembling desire in my body. Although my desire couldn't be satisfied,
I was still glad I hadn't ruined the adult gift I'd preserved for 'Pig' for eighteen years because of impulsiveness.
I secretly smeared the love fluid on my index finger on my skirt, intending to erase the evidence of my lewd behavior in the library. My consciousness
began to clear. I was surprised by my own boldness, ashamed of my openly lewd behavior. I seemed to smell
a faint scent of debauchery, and my mind began to blur again. My thumb had just touched my clitoris…
“Qi? Why are you spacing out again?” My friend's murmur came in my ear. The fear of almost being discovered,
the tension of being deep in the library, mixed with a strange excitement, surged like a tide. A sudden tension gripped my lower body, and the intense
orgasm almost made me scream. A powerful jet of fluid hit my palm. I... squirted?
"Qi? What's wrong?" My friend's voice was tinged with concern. I didn't know how long I'd been lying on the table.
This first squirting had almost left me exhausted, and my entire skirt was soaked. I propped myself up slightly,
my voice a little hoarse and languid.
"Um, I'm fine, just feeling a bit unwell. Shall we go back?"
"Honestly, is the air conditioning too strong? You have your entrance exams coming up, and you're still not taking care of yourself.
What if you get a high fever like during the university entrance exams?"
With my friend's help, I stood up and, while waiting for the right moment, wiped my left hand on my skirt. What I touched felt like a
freshly washed garment, with a few drops of water sliding down my thigh.
As I tidied up the math notes and calculation sheets on the table, I realized that while I was masturbating, my right hand had unconsciously
filled an entire page with "pig." 　　 "You, take a hot bath, get some sleep, and get some rest." 　　 Dragging my tired body and soaking wet dress, I said goodbye to my friend, grabbed my keys, and opened the door.
" 　　 Moo~ Baa~ Woof woof~!" The moment the door closed, a dark shadow darted across the floor, making a sharp right angle around 　　the sofa, and leaped up a meter in front of me, crashing into my chest. The force of the impact knocked me to the ground 　　. 　　 "Chuanzhu! How many times have I told you not to run over and knock people down!" I gripped the 　　little black boar tightly against my chest; its tusks, not yet fully grown sharp, pressed against my chest, causing a slight throbbing pain. 　　 I dropped my bag, picked up Chuanzhu—though only about twenty centimeters long and not fat, it was quite 　　heavy. Legend has it that the pig's meat is very firm, especially its rump and tail. This is probably why it can charge around all day and, even 　　at full speed, use the reaction force of its tail to make 90-degree turns without slowing down 　　! 　　 Before I took the pig, it was originally a pet pig. The owner said the pig had been by his side since it was a cub, 　　eating and sleeping with him. But seventeen years later, while the pig has grown so handsome, imposing, and elegant 　　, the pig still looks like a little wild boar, not even a year old. It's completely black from head to tail, and its cry isn't like a 　　typical pig's; it's a unique "Moo~ Baa~ Woof woof!" It won't eat food that isn't specially prepared for it 　　, food that's too oddly shaped, or food that isn't presented nicely. It has a huge appetite, but never...

I've never seen his excrement. Although I dare not try, Pig says that Legendary Pig likes to eat gold and silver jewelry, and when needed
, it can be excreted intact, serving as a portable vault! This is
one of the reasons why Pig calls him Legendary Pig.
Pig's name has nothing to do with pigs, he doesn't look like a pig, and his figure is so good it's mouthwatering.
Although he's a bit lazy and loves to sleep, he has a unique and attractive style. He's called Pig simply because Legendary Pig
is always by his side, and he never tells anyone his real name, so over time, everyone calls him by his nickname
, Pig. He himself quite likes this nickname. But now that I've taken Legendary Pig, it seems a bit undeserving of
the name?
I filled the tub with hot water, threw the delighted Legendary Pig into the bathtub, and I soaked in as well. The hot water dispelled my fatigue
, and Legendary Pig dutifully massaged my belly with his hooves. Recalling the orgasm in the library, enjoying Legendary Pig's
massage, I gradually became sleepy.
Legend has it that Pig is very clean and must take a bath every day. While bathing, he floats on my belly and
massages me with his powerful limbs, the frequency of which matches the cycle of his tail wagging. Hmm, this time the melody
is Canon…
Suddenly, footsteps sounded outside the door. The doorknob turned, and a handsome, tall, and elegant man entered
.
“Pig? What are you doing here?” The person who entered was Pig, with his usual slightly wicked
smile on his face, but he was completely naked.
“I just heard that my fanciful books were too tiring, so I came to check on you!” Pig
said as he walked towards me, his eyes carrying a hint of evil.
Seeing Pig approaching me, I felt a little nervous, as if I knew something. I quickly tried to stand up, but perhaps because I
had been soaking for too long, the blood didn't reach my head, and I lost my balance, almost falling to the ground.
Pig took a step forward, grabbed me, and gently pulled me out of the bathtub. The pig pressed my body tightly
against his. Perhaps it was because I had just finished bathing, but my body felt a surge of heat. My lower abdomen felt
hot against his penis, and a wave of dizziness washed over me, making me unsteady on my feet. I could only let the pig hold me
tightly against his chest.
My head rested on his strong chest, and I smelled his comforting scent. I closed my eyes, savoring
this moment of tranquility. However, this rare peace was shattered by the pig's magical hands.
His left hand, which had been on my waist, slowly slid down and slipped inside my buttocks, his middle finger rubbing back and forth at my perineum.
His right hand, which had been on my back, caressed my spine, then moved up to my neck, while his mouth took my
burning red earlobe into his mouth. The pig's breathing made me dizzy; his movements were in sync with the rhythm of his breath,
creating a mesmerizing effect. Pig's left hand seemed unwilling to merely rub my perineum; it slid downwards, his middle finger touching
my clitoris with varying pressure, sometimes light, sometimes firm, sometimes scraping, sometimes gently caressing, teasing my desire.
His mouth left my almost-warm ear, his lips brushing against my cheek, kissing my lips. The instant they touched
, my body trembled as if electrocuted. Pig's tongue slipped in, licking my gums, teasing
my tongue.
Intoxicated by Pig's tenderness, immersed in Pig's teasing, enjoying Pig's caresses, feeling Pig's love. In
this intoxicating moment, however, I suddenly tensed up, hastily pushing Pig away from his embrace. Perhaps
my expression showed panic, for Pig looked puzzled, and a little worried.
"No...no, this can't be! For the first time, I wanted to save it for your birthday. Okay? Even if it's just me keeping
the present for you?" Just now, Pig's middle finger slipped into my wet crevice, and even though it only went in a little bit
, I felt panicked.
"Don't do that, don't make that face, just consider it my little whim, okay?" I
leaned back against Pig's chest, my cheek pressed against his chest. Although I felt sorry for the hurt look on Pig's face, I
thought of the birthday present I had dreamed about a thousand times every midnight.
Every part of my body, every spot, was washed clean, sprayed with a little violet perfume, and I
was completely naked, with a thin ribbon tied into a bow around my body. The pink ribbon wrapped around my
fair skin with a slight blush, I curled up in the gift box, waiting for Pig to return to his room.
The fantasy hadn't ended when the pig's hand, which had been on my body, moved again. Its middle finger left the tender crevice and touched
my clitoris, without rubbing, scraping, touching, or applying pressure; it simply rested there
, and water gushed from the crevice again…
"Meow~?" The pig's tusks poked wildly at my chest, making it slightly swollen. My head was spinning, and my thoughts
were hard to concentrate. I shook my head, looked around, and saw that I was still soaking in the bathtub. The once warm water had
cooled slightly, and my skin, soaked for too long, was flushed. The pig on my chest looked concerned.
I struggled to my feet, grabbed the pig, and went back to the room. I glanced at the clock; it was 9:10 PM. I
'd been lying there for almost an hour. I threw my naked body onto the bed, and the pig was tossed
beside me.
Remembering the erotic dream I'd just had, my cheeks flushed uncontrollably again. I grabbed Chuanzhu with my other hand, pulling him tightly to my chest
. Chuanzhu's head was buried between my breasts; perhaps he couldn't breathe, his body struggled, his limbs flailing
, even his tail wagging.
"Chuanzhu! Why is your master so captivating?" Ignoring Chuanzhu's struggles, my left hand remained
tightly wrapped around him. Chuanzhu's struggles, the erotic dream, the image in my mind, the trembling beneath me—all these things fueled
my desire. I couldn't resist sliding my right hand down, my middle finger gently rubbing my clitoris, hoping the pain would soothe
the tingling sensation.
However, things didn't go as planned; the slightly rough movements only aroused a deeper longing. The pressure of my middle finger was no longer enough
to satisfy my rising desire. I withdrew my unwillingly waving middle finger, and my index finger and thumb took its place, grinding
against my clitoris.
Not to be outdone, the left hand holding Chuanzhu tightened its embrace, causing Chuanzhu to struggle more fiercely. Her short tusks
scraped against her breasts, bringing both pain and stimulation simultaneously. Her fingers pinched a tiny rosy nipple amidst the snow-white skin, sometimes lightly, sometimes heavily
, sometimes pressing, sometimes squeezing.
Intoxicated by the slight pain from Chuanzhu, immersed in the faint electric current from DouDou, feeling
the stinging pain from my swollen nipples, and the tickling sensation of Chuanzhu's tail brushing against my lower abdomen. The sensation from my perineum intensified
, my body went from relaxed to tense, my mind from enjoyment to excitement, the fluid flowing more and more from my cleft, and the pleasure in my mind building
higher and higher.
I knew I was about to reach another climax...
"Qi~~ Pig is calling! Qi~~ Pig is calling!" The sudden ringing of the cell phone
interrupted the flow of love fluid at the last moment. The ringtone, exclusively for Pig, forced me to stop pursuing climax.
"Hello? Pig? What... what's wrong?" To answer the call I had to, I loosened
my left hand that was tightly binding Chuanzhu. As soon as Chuanzhu was free, it immediately left my chest. I was just
angry at Chuanzhu's ungrateful behavior, but Chuanzhu seemed to retaliate, running under me and using its head to push away my
right hand that was teasing DouDou. Before I could even lament the disappointment in my lower body, Chuanzhu's tongue had already taken over the position of my right hand
.
The pig's voice echoed in my ears; its concern lingered in my heart; its love sublimated in my mind;
its image appeared before my eyes. Chuanzhu's tongue, its appearance, my right hand grasping my breast—I couldn't stop
pursuing pleasure.
Subconsciously responding to its concern, my mind could only indulge in desire. Pleasure surged through my brain, the cracks demanding
release; Chuanzhu's teasing seemed professionally trained; my body trembled violently, my heart pounded,
the squeezing of my right hand seemed to express my body's dissatisfaction.
The masturbation became more intense, my thighs rubbing against Chuanzhu's rough skin. Chuanzhu sensed my arousal
, its licking becoming increasingly rough. My right hand was too forceful, my breast a little sore, yet I still involuntarily increased
the pressure, just before orgasm…
“Qia! No…” A rebuke, a sigh, brought the pleasure to a halt. Even
knowing that the pig didn't mean it that way, my body still prevented the climax from coming.
The pig didn't feel the usual surge of pleasure during an orgasm; it hesitated for a second, then its tongue moved,
pressing tightly against my slit and slipping inside.
The pleasure that had just stopped was reignited, burning even more intensely. My right hand gripped hard again, and my mind
was instantly plunged into a quagmire of lust. The actions that had just been stopped were now intensified. Before I could even adjust,
the prelude to orgasm had already arrived.
"Qi~! Don't do this..." A request, a cry, stopped the climax from coming. Even
knowing that the pig was completely unaware of the situation, my brain still stopped the building up of pleasure.
The pig hesitated for another second, its tongue moving again, its body trembling again...
"Qi~! Please..." Once again...
"Qi~! Stop it..." Again...
"Qi..."
"It's getting late, I won't disturb Qi's rest! Goodnight!" The pig's voice seemed to be filled with a satisfied
smile...
"Okay! Goodnight."
The moment I hung up the phone, Chuanzhu impatiently bit my clitoris with his teeth, his thumb and forefinger
pressing hard on my nipple. The trembling in my body finally stopped, the pleasure continued to build,
and the climax finally arrived.
I heard the clock strike the hour in my mind, but it only rang once. At the same time, my flower bloomed, and my body gushed.
After experiencing the afterglow of the climax, I heard the clock strike the hour again, this time it rang twice. I felt
the bed beneath me get wet, and I... I came again...
?
"The whole silk quilt is wet! It'll take some time to wash it." The man who spoke
had a slightly wicked smile on his face, and his eyes were sinister...
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to say. Or, even masturbation counts as explicit...
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Looking at the paper, the entire sheet was filled with words, and all of them were the same word: pig! Although it was
a word I had just scribbled down unintentionally, just one glance made my face turn bright red as I thought of what 'pig' represented
. Just thinking about it sent a chill down my spine, and my underwear was half-wet.
I snatched the paper full of pigs back, ignoring my friend's curious face beside me, and quietly put it
in my bag. Although I wanted to refocus on the math problem, the chill down my spine constantly
reminded me of its presence, and the image of 'pig' floated into my mind. His serious yet humorous, polite yet
confident, gentle yet unrestrained tone, and even the arrogance in his words, all made me
look forward to every conversation with him.
Uncontrollable lubrication from my genitals soaked my entire underwear. My left hand, without my noticing, had quietly
moved to my clitoris, gently rubbing it. The tingling, itchy sensation made it impossible for me to stop.
The tingling sensation from my index finger scraping my clitoris was intoxicating. I drew circles, circles, and more circles, biting my lower lip to suppress
a moan that almost escaped my lips.
My mind went blank; I forgot I was in the library, forgot my friends beside me, only knowing the pursuit of pleasure
. I couldn't stop pressing my clitoris with my index finger, even adding my thumb, rubbing, rubbing, and more rubbing
. My body grew hotter and hotter, my head grew heavier and heavier, even my vision began to blur. My entire being was driven only by
the instinct to pursue desire, only my tightly bitten lower lip dared not relax.
Her eyes were glazed over, unfocused, her head almost hitting the table; the gazes around her, the tingling electric current, the
suffocating pleasure in her lower body, her thumb pressed hard on her clitoris, her index finger scraped down a thin slit, and instantly, her love juice escaped
its cage, flowing down her index finger. Unable to suppress her physical needs, her index finger twitched slightly, twitched, twitched again
, pain!
The slight tearing sensation brought her back to her senses, her left index finger penetrated less than a knuckle, bringing a heart-palpitating pain
, her body trembling, demanding that her finger go deeper, but the image of 'pig' floated into her mind. No! The first time
... must be saved for him! The cry in her heart rang out at the same time, after the exams, two months later, on his eighteenth
birthday, she would give herself to him completely, then, with blood stained on her handkerchief, a gentle expression on her face
, lying in his arms, enjoying his caresses, feeling his love.
I forced my fingers to stop their deeper advances, ignoring the trembling desire in my body. Although my desire remained unfulfilled,
I was still glad that I hadn't ruined the adult gift I'd preserved for 'Pig' for eighteen years because of my impulsiveness
. I secretly smeared the love fluid on my index finger onto my skirt, intending to erase the evidence of my lewd behavior in the library. My consciousness
began to clear, surprised by my own boldness, ashamed of my blatant lewdness. As if I could smell
a faint scent of debauchery, my mind began to blur again. My thumb had just touched my clitoris…
“Qi? Why are you spacing out again?” My friend's murmur came in my ear. The fear of almost being discovered,
the tension of being deep in the library, mixed with a strange excitement, surged like a tide. My lower body tensed, and a violent
orgasm almost made me scream. A strong stream of fluid hit my palm. I… squirted?
"Qi? What's wrong?" My friend's voice was tinged with concern. I didn't know how long I'd been slumped over the table;
my first orgasm had almost left me exhausted, and my entire skirt was soaked. I propped myself up slightly,
my voice hoarse and languid.
"Um, I'm fine, just feeling a little unwell. Shall we go back?"
"Honestly, is the air conditioning too strong? You have your entrance exams coming up, and you're still not taking care of yourself.
What if you get a high fever like during the university entrance exams?"
With my friend's help, I stood up, taking a moment to wipe my left hand on my skirt. It felt like I was holding a
freshly washed garment, a few drops of water sliding down my thigh.
While tidying up my math notes and calculation sheets, I realized that while masturbating, my right hand had unconsciously filled
an entire page with scribblings. 　　 "You, take a hot bath, get some sleep, and get better."
Dragging 　　 my tired body and soaking skirt, I said goodbye to my friend, grabbed my keys, and opened the door. 　　 "Moo~ Baa~ Woof woof~!" The moment the door closed, a dark shadow sprinted across the floor, making a sharp right-angle turn around 　　the sofa. It leaped up a meter in front of me, crashing into my chest. The force of the impact knocked me to the ground 　　. 　　 "Chuanzhu! How many times have I told you? You can't run over and knock people down!" I gripped 　　the little black boar tightly against my chest. Its tusks, not yet fully grown sharp, pressed against my chest, causing a slight throbbing pain. 　　 I dropped my bag and picked up Chuanzhu. Although it was only about twenty centimeters long and not fat, it was quite 　　heavy. Chuanzhu's flesh was very firm, especially its rump and tail. This was probably why it could charge around all day and, even 　　at full speed, use the reaction force of its tail to make 90-degree right-angle turns without slowing down 　　! 　　 Before I took him, the legendary pig was originally a pet. He said it had been by his side since it was a cub, 　　eating and sleeping with him. But seventeen years later, while the pig had grown into such a handsome, imposing, and elegant young man 　　, the legendary pig still looked like a little wild boar, not even a year old. It was entirely black from head to tail, and its cry wasn't like a 　　typical pig's, but a unique "Moo~ Baa~ Woof woof!" It 　　wouldn't eat food that wasn't specially prepared for it, food that was too oddly shaped, or food that wasn't presented attractively. It had a huge appetite, yet I'd 　　never seen its excrement. Although I dared not try, the pig said it loved to eat gold and silver jewelry, 　　and could even excrete it intact when needed, making it a portable treasury! This was 　　one of the reasons the pig called it the legendary pig. 　　 His name has nothing to do with pigs, he doesn't look like one, and his physique is undeniably enviable. 　　While he's a bit lazy and loves to sleep, he possesses a unique and attractive charm. He's called Pig simply because the legendary Pig 　　is always by his side, and he never tells anyone his real name. So, over time, everyone calls him by his nickname 　　, Pig. He himself quite likes this nickname. But now that I've taken the title of "Legendary Pig," it seems a bit undeserving of 　　the name?

I filled the tub with hot water, tossed the delighted Chuanzhu into it, and then I soaked in too. The hot water dispelled my fatigue
, and Chuanzhu dutifully massaged my belly with his hooves. Recalling the orgasm I experienced in the library, I enjoyed Chuanzhu's
massage and gradually became sleepy.
Chuanzhu is very clean and insists on taking a bath every day. While bathing, he floats on my belly,
massaging me with his powerful limbs, the frequency of which matches the cycle of his tail wagging. Hmm, this time the melody
is Canon…
Suddenly, footsteps sounded outside the door. The doorknob turned, and a handsome, imposing, and elegant man entered
.
“Pig? What are you doing here?” The man who entered was Pig, his face bearing his usual slightly wicked
smile, but he was completely naked.
“I just heard that my Qi Nian book got too tired, so I came to check on you!” Pig
said as he walked towards me, his eyes carrying a hint of wickedness.
Seeing Pig approach me, I felt a little nervous, as if I knew something. I quickly tried to stand up, but
perhaps because I had been soaking for too long, the blood wasn't flowing to my head, and I lost my balance, almost falling to the ground.
Pig took a step forward, grabbed me, and gently pulled me out of the bathtub. Pig pressed my body tightly
against his. Perhaps because I had just finished bathing, my body felt a surge of heat. My lower abdomen
felt hot against Pig's penis, and a wave of dizziness washed over me. I couldn't even stand up straight, and could only let Pig hold me
tightly against his chest.
My head rested on Pig's strong chest, and I smelled his comforting scent. I closed my eyes, enjoying
this moment of tranquility. However, this rare peace was shattered by Pig's magical hands.
His left hand, which had been on my waist, slowly slid down and slipped inside my buttocks, his middle finger rubbing back and forth in my perineum.
His right hand, resting on my back, caressed my spine before moving upwards to grasp my neck, while his mouth enveloped my
burning red earlobe. The pig's breath made me dizzy; his movements mirrored the rhythm of his breathing,
creating a mesmerizing effect. His left hand, seemingly unwilling to merely rub my perineum, slid downwards, his middle finger touching
my clitoris—sometimes lightly, sometimes firmly, sometimes gently, sometimes teasingly, arousing my desire.
His mouth left my almost-hot ear, his lips brushing against my cheek, kissing my lips; the instant they touched
, my body trembled as if electrocuted. His tongue slipped inside, licking my gums, teasing
my tongue.
I was intoxicated by the pig's tenderness, immersed in his teasing, enjoying his caresses, experiencing his love. In
this intoxicating moment, I suddenly tensed up, hastily pushing Pig away from my embrace. Perhaps
my expression betrayed my panic, for Pig looked puzzled and a little worried.
"No... I can't do this! For the first time, I wanted to save it for your birthday. Okay? Consider it me keeping your
present for you?" Just now, Pig's middle finger had slipped into my wet crevice, and even though it only went in a little bit
, I felt a chill.
"Don't be like that, don't make that face, just consider it my little tantrum, okay?" I leaned back
against Pig's chest, my cheek against his chest. Although I felt sorry for the hurt look on Pig's face, I
thought of the birthday present I had dreamed about a thousand times every midnight.
Every inch of my body, every part, was washed clean, a touch of violet perfume was applied, and I
was completely naked, a thin, soft ribbon tied around my body in a bow. The pink ribbon wrapped around my
skin, white with a hint of pink, as I curled up in the gift box, waiting for Pig to return to his room.
The fantasy hadn't ended when Pig's hand, which had been on my body, moved again. His middle finger left the tender crevice and touched
my clitoris, without rubbing, scraping, touching, or applying pressure, simply resting there
, and the crevice gushed forth water again…
“Meow~?” Pig's fangs nudged my chest, making it slightly swollen. My head was a little dizzy, and my thoughts
were hard to concentrate. I shook my head, looked around, and realized I was still soaking in the bathtub. The once warm water had
cooled slightly, and my skin, soaked for too long, was flushed. Pig looked at me with concern.
Struggling to my feet, I grabbed Chuanzhu and returned to the room. Glancing at the clock, it was 9:10 PM. I
'd been lying there for almost an hour. I threw my naked body onto the bed, and Chuanzhu was tossed
beside me.
Remembering my recent erotic dream, my cheeks flushed uncontrollably again. I grabbed Chuanzhu and held him tightly to my chest
. His head was buried between my breasts; perhaps he couldn't breathe, his body struggled, his limbs flailing
, even his tail wagging.
"Chuanzhu! Why is your master so captivating?" Ignoring his struggles, my left hand remained
tightly wrapped around him. Chuanzhu's struggles, the erotic dream, the image in my mind, the trembling beneath me—all these things fueled
my desire. Unable to resist, my right hand slid down, my middle finger gently rubbing my clitoris, hoping the pain would soothe
the tingling sensation.
But it was no use; the slightly rough movements only aroused a deeper longing. The pressure of my middle finger was no longer
enough to satisfy my rising desires. I withdrew my unwilling middle finger, and my index finger and thumb took its place, grinding
against my nipples.
My left hand, holding Chuanzhu, was also restless, tightening its embrace. Chuanzhu struggled more fiercely, its short tusks
scratching at my breasts, pain and stimulation attacking simultaneously. My fingers pinched a tiny bit of rosy nipple amidst the snow-white skin, sometimes lightly, sometimes heavily
, sometimes pressing, sometimes squeezing.
I reveled in the slight pain Chuanzhu brought, immersed in the weak current emanating from my nipples, experiencing
the stinging pain from my swollen nipples, and the tickling sensation of Chuanzhu's tail brushing against my lower abdomen. The sensations from my perineum intensified
, my body shifting from relaxation to tension, my mind from enjoyment to excitement, the fluid flowing more and more from my vulva, the pleasure in my mind building
higher and higher.
I knew, I was about to reach another climax…
"Qi~~ Pig is calling! Qi~~ Pig is calling!" The sudden ringing of the cell phone
interrupted the flow of love juice at the last moment. The pig's special ringtone forced me to stop pursuing climax.
"Hello? Pig? What...what's wrong?" To answer the call I had to, I loosened the tight bindings.
Holding Chuanzhu's left hand, Chuanzhu immediately left my chest as soon as it was free. I
was just angry at Chuanzhu's ungrateful behavior, but Chuanzhu, as if in revenge, ran beneath me and used its head to push aside my
right hand, which was still teasing DouDou. Before I could even lament the disappointment in my lower body, Chuanzhu's tongue had already taken over the position of my right hand
.
The pig's voice echoed in my ears; the pig's concern lingered in my heart; the pig's love sublimated in my mind;
the pig's image appeared before my eyes. Chuanzhu's tongue, the pig's appearance, my right hand grasping my breast—I couldn't stop
pursuing pleasure.
Subconsciously responding to the pig's concern, my mind could only indulge in desire. Pleasure surged through my brain, the fissure demanding
release; Chuanzhu's teasing seemed professionally trained; my body trembled violently, my heart pounded, and
the squeezing of my right hand seemed to express my body's dissatisfaction.
The masturbation became more intense, my thighs rubbing against Chuanzhu's rough skin. Chuanzhu sensed my arousal
and her licking became increasingly rough. My right hand was too forceful, causing a slight pain in my breasts, yet I still involuntarily increased the
pressure. Just before orgasm…
“Kia! No…” A rebuke, a sigh, halted the continuation of pleasure. Even
knowing that Chuanzhu didn't mean it that way, my body still prevented the orgasm from coming.
Chuanzhu didn't feel the usual surge of pleasure during orgasm. She hesitated for a second, then her tongue moved,
pressing tightly against my slit and slipping inside.
The pleasure that had just stopped was reignited, burning even more intensely. My right hand gripped and teased her again, and my mind
was instantly plunged into a quagmire of lust. The actions that had just been stopped now unfolded in double intensity. Before I could even adjust,
the prelude to orgasm had already arrived.
“Kia~! Don't do this…” A request, a cry, prevented the orgasm from coming. Even
knowing that Chuanzhu was completely unaware of the situation, my brain still stopped the intensification of pleasure.
Chuanzhu hesitated for another second, her tongue shifting its focus again, her body trembling once more…
“Qi~~! Please…” Once more…
“Qi~~! Stop it…” Again…
“Qi…”
“It’s late, I won’t disturb Qi’s rest! Goodnight!” Chuanzhu’s voice seemed to carry a satisfied
smile…
“Okay! Goodnight.”
The moment she hung up the phone, Chuanzhu impatiently bit my clitoris, her thumb and forefinger
pressing hard on my nipple. The trembling in my body finally stopped, the pleasure continued to build,
and the climax finally arrived.
I heard the clock strike the hour in my mind, but it only rang once. At the same time, my flower bloomed, and my body gushed forth.
After experiencing the afterglow of the climax, I heard the clock strike the hour again, this time it rang twice. I felt
a dampness on the bed beneath me, I… had squirted again…?
"
The whole silk quilt is soaked! It'll probably take some effort to wash it." The man speaking had a slightly wicked smile on his face 　　,
and his eyes held a sinister glint
...

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