Niu Da Chou's Romantic Adventures, Chapter 69

(Sixty-nine) A Chance Encounter
? Under the pleasing, silvery light, Da Chou and Xiao Ya sat side by side on the bed. Da Chou's heart was surging with emotions, his thoughts a jumble. Chun Han's image flickered before his eyes, making him unable to muster the energy to enjoy himself with Xiao Ya.
Xiao Ya lowered her head shyly, her face flushed. A schoolgirl, an unmarried girl, sharing a room with a man—it was truly shameful to think about. But the pleasure of lovemaking between men and women also gave people a wonderful feeling, making them linger and unforgettable.
Xiao Ya waited for Da Chou's passionate actions with excitement and shyness, like a flower waiting for the nourishment of rain. She waited for a long time, but there was no movement. Turning her head, she saw Da Chou's blank, infatuated expression. She thought he was faking it, trying to give her a new feeling.
Xiao Ya no longer hesitated; after all, the two of them had already consummated their marriage. She then threw herself into his arms, her two jade-like arms tightly hooking around Da Chou's strong neck. Her beautiful, amorous eyes were half-closed, dreamlike, and she called out sweetly, "Brother Da Chou, hug me. You haven't hugged me for a week. I want you
to hug me."
Da Chou was startled, realizing he had been a bit out of line. Xiao Ya was his girlfriend, who had always been deeply devoted to him. When he was at his lowest point, others shunned him like trash. But she, her mother, and her brother treated him like family. That
genuine affection and warmth left a mark on Da Chou's memory. It made him feel that there were still many good people in the world, and it rekindled his hope and faith in the world. It allowed him to live bravely and strongly.
Da Chou temporarily put aside his worries and reached out to hug her waist. Xiao Ya adjusted herself, sitting face to face in his lap, wrapping her legs around his waist. At the same time, she pressed her hot, cherry-like lips to his, offering her tenderness and passion to her husband.
At this moment, Da Chou didn't think about anything anymore; thinking was useless anyway. After calming himself down, he began to kiss Xiao Ya. Like a tickle, he nuzzled, rubbed, and teased Xiao Ya's lips, sometimes lightly, sometimes heavily. He felt their softness, their fragrance, their passion. Then he extended his tongue,
licking Xiao Ya's lips incessantly, not missing a single inch. The licking made Xiao Ya ticklish, making her want to laugh.
Xiao Ya was a sensible girl; to make Da Chou's enjoyment more complete and thorough, she opened her mouth and extended her fragrant tongue. Da Chou, as if he had found a treasure, launched his attack. Thus, their two tongues, like two cute little animals, began to entwine outside their mouths. Back and forth, relentlessly, neither giving an inch
. One moment, her tongue would enter his mouth; the next, his tongue would enter hers, the battle never ending, the intimacy never ceasing. The sounds of saliva would occasionally drift through the quiet night and the room.
Da Chou's hands, however, were not content to be idle. While taking full advantage of her, his hands slid down, fondling Xiaoya's buttocks. They were round, raised, warm, elastic, and alluring. Although she didn't have the plump,
large buttocks of Qianhui, Shuihua, Xiaojun, or Jiang Qianqian, Xiaoya had her own charms. As the saying goes, spring orchids and autumn chrysanthemums each have their own merits.
Da Chou massaged and patted the flesh of her buttocks with one hand, even feeling the depth of the crease between her buttocks. Even through her pants, Da Chou could feel the excitement and passion there. Da Chou supported her buttocks with one hand, and with the other, he reached for the top of her pants, trying to slip his hand inside. Unfortunately, the crease was too small
, and his hand couldn't reach her.
Xiaoya was a very charming girl. Seeing Da Chou's predicament, she loosened her belt, giving him freedom of movement. Da Chou, like a fish in water, slipped his lecherous hand inside her lower back. He slipped his fingers inside her pants and directly pinched and fondled her tender buttocks.
A flick of revealed the abundant moisture there. It turned out this adorable little girl was already aroused, her juices flowing freely.
The ugly man kissed and groped her, leaving Xiaoya breathless and her body writhing. Her pretty face was flushed red, and her nose emitted alluring sounds that were incredibly arousing. It was impossible not to have sex with her.
A moment later, Da Chou released Xiao Ya's mouth and whispered in her ear, "Little wife, you're wet down there, you need to fight the flood."
Xiao Ya, panting, kissed Da Chou's face haphazardly, saying, "It's all your fault. Husband, I need you to save me."
Da Chou said, "Let's take our
clothes off and get to work. Don't waste precious time. We haven't done it for a few days, do you want me to fuck you?" Xiao Ya whispered in Da Chou's ear, "I do, I really do. The girls in my dorm always make dirty jokes, or talk about sex. It makes me blush. They think I'm a virgin, that I don't know anything."
Da Chou smiled and said, "Who knows, I've already been penetrated by men countless times."
Xiao Ya punched Da Chou several times on the back with her small fists, cursing, "You bad guy, you ruined me!
" Da Chou asked, "When you're lying in bed and thinking of me, does your lower body itch?"
Xiao Ya whispered, "Not only does it itch, it also gets wet. I really want you to be on top of me then, to put your penis inside me."
Da Chou laughed, "Wet man, let's go in now."
Saying this, he put Xiao Ya down, and they both took off their clothes. Da Chou stripped naked, but Xiao Ya left her bikini on, letting Da Chou undress her himself. Her coquettish manner infuriated Da Chou, making him impatient. He wanted to personally turn her into a caveman.
Da Chou remained in the same position, still sitting on the edge of the bed. Xiao Ya, just like before, straddled him, the feeling of flesh against flesh was truly different, and Da Chou enjoyed it immensely. His soul soared, his lust surged.
Da Chou gently embraced Xiao Ya's slender waist, letting her move freely. Xiao Ya no longer had any worries, no mental burdens. They were already family, having made love countless times. She had long considered this a pleasurable experience, with no shame whatsoever.
She hooked one arm around Da Chou's neck, stood on the edge of the bed, grasped his penis with one hand, lifted her buttocks, aimed the weapon, and, with ample lubrication, wiggled her white buttocks a few times before slowly taking Da Chou's member inside.
His member, as hard as iron and as hot as a furnace, filled her vagina completely, leaving no room for anything else. Her most sensitive clitoris was being stimulated by the glans, and with the slightest movement, Xiao Ya felt as if her very soul had been stirred. Every nerve in her body felt like it was being played on a piano,
producing beautiful sound waves that rushed towards her. This flood of sexual pleasure overwhelmed her, and she forgot all the concerns women usually have.
Xiao Ya pressed against Da Chou's shoulders, constantly twisting her waist and swaying her buttocks, as if trying to break his penis. She moaned and groaned, her round breasts rising and falling, bulging and heaving, dazzling the eye. Da Chou was captivated, reaching out to grab her breasts and playing with them intently.
He molded them into any shape he could, making the nipples hard and erect, like a lover's toy.
His penis, in sync with Xiao Ya's movements, thrust in and out of her, not fast, but firm and powerful, each thrust hitting a soft spot, driving Da Chou wild with pleasure, while Xiao Ya moaned and cried out,
uttering . This was understandable; after many days without sex, Xiao Ya's libido had been suppressed.
It was already late enough, and the restaurant wasn't close, but she insisted on coming. Besides longing for her husband, she also wanted a passionate, earth-shattering lovemaking session, to see it through to the end, without stopping until she was satisfied. Actually, it wasn't just her; all the other classmates, those with
friends, went off to have fun too. Both men and women have needs in this area. It's just that in public, for various reasons, everyone wears a mask, keeping a low profile. Everyone is a hypocrite, secretly a lecher, but always pretending
to be a gentleman.
Her small mouth opened and closed, her buttocks swayed, and his penis moved in and out of her tender, red vagina, drawing out a lot of vaginal fluid. The fishy-smelling liquid glistened under the light, evidence of their passionate battle.
At this moment, Da Chou was no longer so gentle and passive. He grabbed Xiao Ya's buttocks, increased his power, and thrust hard, his penis conquering the girl's body with astonishing force and strength. Xiao Ya was thrilled and cried out, "Brother Da Chou, you're so strong! These few thrusts are making me feel so good!"
Da Chou was greatly encouraged and wanted to finish her off as soon as possible. He stood up and took a few steps. Xiao Ya wrapped her limbs around Da Chou, her vagina thrusting forward. Her eyes were languid, her face flushed, and she was incredibly alluring. She panted and moaned, displaying every seductive quality a girl could have; it would be strange if a man didn't
go crazy .
Da Chou, full of passion, charged forward decisively. He bent his legs slightly, supporting her buttocks, and thrust fiercely. A large amount of vaginal fluid flowed slowly from their point of contact, dripping silently onto the ground, forming a small pool.
Da Chou slowed his movements slightly and asked, "Little wife, is your husband fucking you well? Are you enjoying it?"
Xiao Ya laughed lasciviously, her sexy eyes fixed on him, and said weakly, "Husband, you're even more powerful than Xiang Yu. Fuck my little hole until it's ripped apart, I'm going to be fucked to death." She gestured towards Da Chou with her lips.
Da Chou was flattered by the praise. He leaned over and kissed her loudly several times, then resumed his thrusts with increased speed, showing no mercy, his movements swift and powerful, as if he truly wanted to fuck his little wife to death.
This rapid thrusting lasted less than a hundred times before pushing Xiao Ya to her first orgasm. Xiaoya, overjoyed, clung tightly to Da Chou, crying out, "Husband, I love you, I'll let you fuck me for the rest of my life. You fuck me so beautifully!"
A warm current spurted onto his penis, making Da Chou pant heavily with pleasure. He held back, not ejaculating. He felt he hadn't conquered her yet. He believed that only by conquering her would she obey him. Conquering a woman wasn't just about conquering her heart; the physical aspect was also crucial.
He carried Xiaoya closer to the bed, where she lay down. Da Chou hoisted her jade-like legs onto his shoulders, thrusting his lower body, his penis pounding inside her again. Her vagina was glistening with moisture, her pubic hair and anus soaked with semen.
Da Chou, with renewed vigor, vigorously pounded into her vagina, filling the room with various sounds. Besides the slapping of flesh against flesh, the squelching of penetration, Da Chou's heavy breathing, Xiaoya's moans, and the creaking of the bed, all of this intertwined into a symphony of sex. Not only was the room shaken
, but the entire building seemed to tremble.
Disheveled long hair, captivating eyes, a flushed face, parted cherry lips, trembling flesh, heaving breasts—all these were intoxicating elements. Da Chou visually enjoyed this, and tactilely, his penis felt wonderfully enveloped by her vagina. There was no
other pleasurable as this.
Da Chou thrust his hips, majestic and powerful, pushing his passion to the limit. He was proving his strength, proving himself to be an excellent man. He wanted her to be convinced, completely obedient, and that everything would be negotiable in the future.
Da Chou, in one go, thrust over two hundred more times, Xiao Ya's moans growing louder. She couldn't withstand such a fierce attack; it felt like that huge penis was going to crush her. Under these circumstances, she climaxed again. Then, she begged Da Chou for mercy, which Da Chou couldn't have been happier with. To be honest,
he was a little tired too. After all, he was only human, not made of iron. He'd worked hard these past few days.
Da Chou thrust a few more times before finally giving his essence to his little wife. Then, he lay still on top of Xiao Ya. Xiao Ya hugged him affectionately, kissing his face repeatedly, as if rewarding him.
Da Chou rolled over and lay down beside her. Xiao Ya resisted, resting her head on his arm, pressing her body close. She closed her eyes, breathing slowly. She hadn't yet shaken off the erotic scene from just now. The scene had been so wonderful, practically a masterpiece of poetry. If it could be
written down, it would be a timeless classic.
Da Chou asked, "Are you full? Want more?"
Xiao Ya nodded and said, "If I eat any more, I'll be stuffed to death. You should save your food. Your food supply is limited."
Da Chou boasted, "Our land is good, there's plenty of grain. Are you worried about not having enough to eat? Enough for you to eat for a lifetime."
Xiao Ya said, "I'm just afraid someone will try to take my food. If there are too many people, they'll drain you dry, husband."
Da Chou immediately thought of Chun Han, and the thought of her next door, and felt a pang of sadness. He longed to be with her, but that would hurt Xiao Ya. This was truly a troublesome matter. Even someone as clever as Kongming probably didn't have a good solution. Now was not
the time for everyone to confront each other. Confronting them now would only result in pleasing neither side. It would be a complete disaster. He wasn't that stupid.
Da Chou said, "Little wife, you were so passionate just now, but your moans were a bit too loud. Aren't you afraid your sister Chunhan will hear?"
Xiao Ya opened her eyes and smiled, "I was enjoying myself, and it's because I love you. Even if Sister Chunhan hears, it doesn't matter. She knows I'm your girlfriend anyway. Besides, she's had relationships before; who knows, she might not be a virgin anymore. She might have moaned like that too."
Da Chou felt very uncomfortable upon hearing this. He frowned and said, "That's nonsense. Your sister Chunhan has been in relationships, but she's still a virgin."
Xiaoya looked at him and smiled, "How do you know? You haven't checked."
Da Chou was taken aback and hurriedly explained, "I just felt it. Besides, someone as proud as her, would she just do that with a man?"
Xiaoya shook her head and said, "That's not right. No matter how proud she is, she's still a woman. Women have sexual desires too. Women are afraid of being seduced by men. Like me, I was originally a good girl, but you corrupted me, didn't you? Now, if we don't do 'that' for a while, I think about it, and I feel uncomfortable down there
. Honey, you won't laugh at me, will you?
" Da Chou said, "Why would I laugh at you? I like hearing that. But I didn't seduce you, it was my own choice. Don't slander an innocent person."
Xiaoya laughed and scolded, "You bad guy, still trying to argue. You deserve a beating." Saying that, she punched Da Chou a few times with her small fist. It was as light as a scratch.
Da Chou looked at her carefully and asked, "Little wife, do you like your sister Chunhan?"
Xiaoya replied, "Do I even need to ask you? She's a rare beauty. Besides, she's so strong and independent, she can run her own shop and make her way in the world, a hundred times better than me. Unlike some women, who are pretty but just pretty faces, completely useless. Sister Chunhan is
the best woman I've ever met. I admire her so much."
Da Chou asked again, "Do you want to be with her?"
Xiaoya said, "Of course I do. I really want to be with her forever. Every time I see her, I feel so good. But being together forever is impossible. Even if we get married in the future, or she gets married, we'll still have to separate."
Da Chou slowly said, "You can think of a way. Nothing in this world is absolute.
" Xiaoya looked at Da Chou, smiled slyly, and said, "What do you mean by asking all this? I know, you have designs on her. Husband, don't you want me anymore?" As she spoke, she snuggled closer to Da Chou, her face showing an anxious and distressed expression.
Da Chou kissed her cheek, comforting her, "My little wife, you'll always be my little wife. I'll never abandon you. I also want you to give me a beautiful child. How could I dare have any ambitions towards Chun Han? Even if I did, it wouldn't matter. Someone like her, how could she possibly like me
? Who's worthy of being her lover
?" Xiao Ya finally felt relieved, looking at Da Chou, and said softly, "If she likes you, you can be with her. But you have to promise me that you'll never dump me. Unless I decide I don't want to be with you anymore. But that's impossible. I've already decided on you
."
These words made Da Chou's blood boil. With Xiao Ya's approval, Da Chou was overjoyed, feeling that his dream might still come true.
He kissed Xiao Ya's lips and praised, "Baby, you're so good. I'll always be with you."
Both were exhausted. Xiaoya quickly fell asleep, her face radiant with sweetness and happiness. Da Chou, naturally, couldn't sleep. He turned off the light and sat listlessly in the darkness. Thinking of Chunhan, he felt terrible. He was enjoying himself here, while she was left alone in the cold. He felt so sorry for her;
he had to go see her .
Thinking this, he called Xiaoya's name softly a few times. Seeing no response, he gently freed himself from her grasp and carefully got out of bed. He put on his underwear and, like a thief, left the room and went into Chunhan's room.
Chunhan's room was dark, but not pitch black; things were vaguely visible. To avoid startling her, Da Chou called out softly, "My wife, I'm here." Seeing no movement from her and hearing her steady breathing, he assumed she was fast asleep
. Da Chou tiptoed onto the bed, intending to sneak in and surprise her. Suddenly, a kick came from under the covers. Caught off guard, Da Chou was thrown back, landing heavily on the floor with a thud, his buttocks nearly bleeding
. He cried out in pain.
Chunhan's voice rang out in the darkness, coldly: "You heartless scoundrel, how dare you show your face in front of me? Get out of here! I'll move out tomorrow and won't disturb your good time."
Da Chou panicked, pleading, "Chunhan, you can hit me, you can scold me, just don't leave me. I can't live without you. Please, don't go." "Saying this, she ignored the pain and gritted her teeth as she climbed onto the bed.
This time, Chunhan didn't kick him. She rolled over, giving him her back. The shameless Da Chou lifted the covers and got in. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pressed his body against hers, and arched his lower body against her beautiful buttocks, repeatedly whispering in her ear, 'My dear wife, I love you. You are my everything, you are my
life. Without you, what's the point of my life? Hit me, scold me, I'll obey like a kindergarten child.'" "
I don't know how many times he repeated it before Chunhan finally turned around. Da Chou happily hugged her, excitedly kissing her face. There was a salty liquid on her face—oh, it was her tears. She was crying.
When Da Chou realized that Chunhan was actually crying, he felt his heart break. He would rather be stabbed a thousand times than see her cry. In his memory, this was only the second time she had cried. Crying for him—this was the first time.
(To be continued)
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