2000 AD

On
the last day of the year 2000, in a small English town, I met a woman.
I'd always considered myself a hunter, spending my nights hunting for lonely
women who needed affection or… well, physical comfort. I was a hunter, perhaps not the best
, but I always believed I was. Until that night, I realized I was wrong. It turns out a hunter
can also be prey, if they're tasty enough.
The story was simple. It was just a group of bored and lonely men who went to a countdown
ball on the beach. What were a group of men doing there? We're not here to stir up homosexuality. Although it's prevalent in Britain,
especially in this quirky little town known as a gay hotspot, we're all energetic and attractive
men. Whether we had girlfriends before or not, on this last night of the century, we've all
become single.
5-4-3-2-1-0-happynewyear!
As the countdown ended, the first firework exploded in the night sky. The dazzling light illuminated the bustling crowd in the square.
People, whether they knew each other or not, embraced and kissed those around them. Such a perfect opportunity
! Taking advantage of the chaos is my specialty. Seeing that the blonde woman beside me was unattended,
I was about to sneak in a passionate kiss when a voice called out, "Happy new
year!" appeared beside me. A petite Asian woman had appeared out of nowhere. Just as I was about to take a closer look at her, her warm
, moist lips offered themselves to me. The soft touch made me think straight, and I wrapped my arms around her waist.
I could feel her eager exploration on my tongue. She wrapped her arms around my shoulders, her soft breasts pressed against me
. In this night, in the cold rain, amidst the crackling of fireworks, I was completely lost in her
lips and her tongue. Her lips were so sweet, and her hot, agile tongue meticulously explored
every corner of my mouth, occasionally pressing against mine, then suddenly withdrawing to suckle forcefully
until I offered my tongue and swirled it around in her mouth. I couldn't help but fantasize about
how wonderful it would be if my little brother could be there, enjoying the same sensation.
Thinking about it, my little brother grew harder and harder, hard enough for her to feel. Suddenly, she stopped
kissing me, looked up at me in a very serious tone, and said, "You're so horny."
'Huh? You speak Chinese? How did you know I speak Chinese?' A million questions swirled in my mind. This
is England, after all! Why did someone start speaking to me in Chinese, and even say "You're a pervert?"?
"Hmph, I heard you all speaking Chinese when I saw your group just now. As for Chinese, it's my mother tongue.
But I won't tell you where I'm from, guess for yourself! Pervert."
'Hey, that's so unfair! I didn't do anything wrong, why are you calling me a pervert?'
"Really nothing wrong? Then I'll ask you a few questions, and you have to answer honestly to prove it!"
'Fine! Ask away!' I don't believe you can find any proof that I'm a pervert.
"Am I pretty?"
'Yeah, pretty.' Not bad, although a bit short.
'Am I good-looking?'
'Yeah. Very good.' Curvy, definitely a 32B. Pretty, an 80.
'Do you like me?'
'Yeah, I do.' "Nonsense, a one-night stand would be even better.
" "Want to sleep with me?"
"Um, yes... huh?" I blurted out the truth, and seeing her half-mocking, half-smirking look at me—a "
you still won't admit you're a pervert" expression—my mind went blank.
"Hmph, you pervert, still being stubborn. Let's go!"
I asked her nervously in a low voice, "Where to?"
"Anywhere is fine as long as we're not standing here in the rain." Without waiting for my opinion, she grabbed my hand and pulled me
away. I was about to turn back and tell my group of buddies when I found them already glaring at me with disdain
, and several of them were giving me the middle finger.
After getting her into the car, while the engine was warming up, I casually chatted with her, "Getting into a stranger's car like that,
aren't you afraid of being sold?" "Hmph, I'll help you count the money at worst!" "Wow!" So sure? Don’t you
know that you are in a pervert’s car now? "How dare you call a pervert a pervert if you are a pervert?" Wow! So spicy! Then why
are you being polite to her? He hugged her over and kissed her hard without waiting for her consent.
The hot lips were still sweet, and my hands were not idle either, sliding down her neck and down to her breasts. So
soft and flexible! Through the thin layer of clothing, I was 100% sure that she wasn't wearing a bra. Taking advantage of the situation
, he pinched it down, pinched the already hard bud with two fingers, and slowly twisted it.
She twisted and raised her hands, and I was mentally prepared to be rewarded five hundred yuan. Unexpectedly, she simply
pushed me away, saying softly, "Are all men this lecherous? No romance at all." Then,
skillfully she stepped back, easily escaping my grasp. I chuckled dryly
twice
and casually asked, "Want to come to my place for a cup of hot tea?" "Why not?
England is really cold; I'd like something hot to warm me up."
Hmph, want something hot, huh? Now you're having hot tea, and later there'll be hot soy milk! I couldn't help but secretly gloat
… Hehehe… "What are you chuckling about? Hurry up and drive!" "Yes, ma'am!" My scheme seemed to have been discovered
; my face flushed, and I obediently drove.
"We're here. Come in, no need to take off your shoes, just hang your coat here. I'll go boil some water."
After parking the car, I invited her into my apartment. That's the advantage of living alone. No matter how late I come back, I don't have to worry about
disturbing my roommate, or explaining to them why the girls I bring back always have different skin tones. Anyway, once the lights are off
, whether they have yellow or white skin, whether they're sushi, fries, pizza, kimchi, or any other kind of beauty, they're all
women .
"Where's the bathroom? And... could I borrow a towel and a hairdryer? It's so cold, I want to take a hot shower
." Huh? Is this a hotel? Shower first thing? Should I call room service later? Although I
'm slightly annoyed, well, I'm already a done deal. I can use this time to create some atmosphere,
and then it'll be a piece of cake.
After she went into the bathroom and closed the door, I immediately ran to the stereo, put the CD in, and selected this one—an 80s
ballad compilation. Then I toasted some more bread and dug out my treasured caviar from the fridge (it's so expensive, a small portion...).
The jar, about the size of a film canister, cost about ten pounds. I also prepared ham, cheese, and some milk, and microwaved it to warm it up. Then I arranged the cutlery and glasses on the table. All done! Now I just wait for her to come out so I can take the frozen vodka from
the freezer and pour the wine. Hmm, after she's had a little wine, I'll put on some music, and while she's dizzy, I can… hehe… Just as I was lost in my own fantasy, a voice drifted over from afar, "Hey, you pervert, can I borrow a tracksuit? My clothes are all soaked." Bang! My fantasy shattered instantly. I quickly ran to find some clothes she could wear . I knocked on the bathroom door, wondering if she would sneak out naked through the crack in the door to get her clothes? Hmm... having dessert before the main course sounds nice. My mind started wandering again. Suddenly, the bathroom door swung open, and I was stunned. Just as I strained my eyes to see clearly, I saw her standing in the doorway, fully dressed. Black knee-high boots, black fur socks, a red and green plaid Scottish skirt, and a beige turtleneck sweater. Now I could finally see her under the black coat. Her long, alluring hair was still tied up, with a few drops of water still dripping from the ends. She had clearly just washed her hair and hadn't dried it yet. "What are you looking at with those lecherous eyes? Let me borrow your clothes first!" "Okay." I silently handed her the clothes, but as I pulled my hand back, the door slammed shut, blocking my view and ending my sexual fantasy. Damn it, what the hell? Acting like you know me so well? And you called my bright, piercing eagle eyes " lecherous eyes"? Damn it, I'll fuck you senseless later. I grumbled as I walked to the kitchen, took out some warm milk, some frozen vodka, sliced two lemons, and got some kahlua from the liquor cabinet . Watch me get you drunk with this cocktail! Note: This is a type of small apartment, where the dining room, living room, and bedrooms are basically all together, except for separate kitchen . Basically, one space with a bed, desk, sofa, dining table, a few chairs, TV, and stereo is all you need. In the UK, this type of apartment is called a "studioflat". The bathroom door opened again, and she was wearing my clothes, looking absolutely hilarious. The cotton long-sleeved crew neck blouse had transformed into a low-cut Taiwanese opera robe on . The cotton sweatpants with elasticated cuffs were mostly bunched up at her calves . The waistband was thankfully adjustable with a drawstring, but it was clear she'd only used half of it, as the two extra ends of the drawstring , hung down to her knees. I couldn't help but chuckle. "What are you laughing at? Never seen Yang Lihua?" She couldn't help but laugh too, probably realizing what kind of mess she looked like. "Where should I put the wet clothes?" " Here! Put them on the heater, they'll dry soon. Want some late-night snacks?" I began to lure her into my trap. "Okay!" She walked to the dining table and saw the pastries on it. "Wow! What's that black thing?" Good eye. She spotted the caviar immediately. "This is Russian Black Sea caviar, I'll get you some, you should eat it with toast." Actually, I didn't know if the caviar came from the Black Sea, the Caspian Sea, or the Dead Sea , but bluffing doesn't cost anything. I use the same line to introduce this cheapest caviar I can buy at the supermarket, no matter what country the woman is from. "Take a slice of toast, spread some caviar on it," I had already toasted the toast and cut it into small pieces, and poured two small glasses of vodka. "Then put it in your mouth and savor the fishy aroma of the caviar." I tossed a lemon slice into the glass. "Finally, pick up your glass and drink it all in one gulp." She followed my example and downed her drink. Then, a blush spread across her cheeks, making her incredibly beautiful. I stared at her, mesmerized, wondering, who was she? I seemed to vaguely recognize her, but couldn't quite place her. I was completely oblivious to the time. Her long hair, which had been tied in a ponytail, was now being untied, a cascade of black silk sliding down to drape over her shoulder. "She looks even prettier with it down," I sincerely complimented. "Really? Men are all hypocritical creatures. Tell me, what should I call you?" Heh. I was so captivated by this beauty that I didn't even know who she was . "Call me Hunter. Hunter. That's my English name. And you?" " June." " June? June. What a warm and beautiful June." "It's so quiet here during the New Year." " Yes, for the British, Christmas and New Year holidays are for family reunions, just like our Spring Festival , so there aren't many people on the streets, and most shops are closed. But for us foreigners, watching others reunite is a bitter pill to swallow." I filled her glass and then filled mine. I tilted my head back and drank it all down, the bitterness of living abroad washing over me. "Have something to eat! I'm sorry, I lost my temper." “It’s okay. Actually, I’ve always envied you international students, living so freely in a foreign country. Later I learned that you also have another side that people don’t know about.” She said, taking out toast, ham, and cheese, and making a small sandwich to hand over. “Thank you. Would you like some cocktails? I’ll make you a white Russian.” “Sure! I’ve never had one before.” She picked up the warm milk from before, added some kahlua, stirred it slightly , and then poured in some vodka. Originally, she was supposed to put ice in, but she knew that warmed drinks are more likely to make someone drunk, so of course she warmed the milk first, and skipped the ice. She took the cocktail and took a sip. “It smells good, not much alcohol.” Of course. The milk flavor masks the alcohol taste, and vodka itself isn't strong. Besides, kahlua, a coffee liqueur, is quite sweet . With this combination, most people would just think it's coffee with a little alcohol and milk, unaware that it's a full-fledged cocktail. Silently watching her, music drifted between us in the silence, "Noarmscan everholdyoumorethanido~~", the male singer's melancholic voice didn't quite match the New Year's atmosphere, but it resonated with the feelings of a traveler far from home. "Um, would you like to dance?" "Here?" "Whynot?" I walked over and, before she could object, took her hand. She obediently stood up as I led her, and we walked to a space in front of the television. Leaning against me, head bowed, she whispered, "You ruined my dream." "Huh? How could this happen?" "I always imagined New Year's Eve as me wearing a glamorous evening gown, dancing gracefully with a blond heartthrob in a foreign restaurant. Who knew I'd end up wearing a Taiwanese opera costume and..."

"The two of them are embracing. Sigh. A girl's lifelong dream is ruined just like that." "
Anyway, both 'handsome guy' and 'pig guy' have 'brother' in their names, so don't worry too much. Besides, this low-cut costume
shows more skin than an evening gown. Just bear with it, hehe." As I spoke, I leaned forward, my eyes following the neckline downwards
.
"You pervert!" Now her face turned even redder, and her pink fists rained down on my chest.
I grabbed her two small hands and pulled her over without ceremony. Just as she was about to open her mouth to protest, my lips
met hers , and my tongue slipped into her mouth as well. While kissing her, I savored her full, alluring red lips,
one hand beginning to knead her firm breasts through her clothes, and her hands, which I had been holding, unconsciously
rested on my shoulders. Her body's reaction was honest; her previously stiff body not only began
to soften but also gradually began to writhe restlessly. June's breathing became more and more rapid, her left hand still on
my shoulder, while her right hand explored downwards for my erect penis. "You're quite horny too,"
I teased her, not forgetting to quip.
"Ugh, it's all your fault, you pervert!" Her blushing face made her even cuter. A mischievous
impulse seized me, and I yanked down her pants and underwear in one swift motion. "Ah! You~ you~ how~ ah~~
" Before she could finish her sentence, my hands, which had been attacking her breasts, had split into two.
One continued to hold her ground to secure the victory, while the other had already found
the clitoris that would arouse her, gently kneading it.
My hand on the higher ground wasn't idle; it had already slipped inside her clothes, launching a direct assault. I gently squeezed her breasts a few times,
tracing circles around them with my fingertips, occasionally grabbing them and pinching them lightly. I also
sneakily touched her swollen nipples, kneading them with my index finger and thumb, sometimes tightening, sometimes loosening.
June was already moaning incoherently, "Oh~ gentle~~ too stimulating~~ no~
wait a minute ~~ oh~~" Too lazy to listen, I simply sealed her mouth with my lips again. Now only
low moans escaped her throat. Her previously slight swaying body now trembled violently, and one leg
was even slightly raised, resting against my thigh, facilitating my ravaging.
Three
drops of honey-like fluid gradually seeped out from the narrow crevice, and my little brother inside my pants was also feeling uncomfortable, especially with her warm little
hands constantly groping through the fabric. It was time to move on to the next step. I pulled my hand
back and lifted her top up, using my other hand to help, and soon the sportswear was on
the back of the chair . Now I could finally look closely at her naked body. Her breasts weren't very large, but they were firm and
full; trying to grasp them with one hand would be a stretch. Below her slender waist was a flat stomach, and further down, the forest wasn't
gloomy, not the dense kind, but it wasn't deliberately sparse like in Japanese gravure idols. Wanting to savor
the tender pink nipples one last time, I noticed an arm blocking my view of her chest. I quickly looked elsewhere
, only to find another hand blocking my view of her vulva. "Hey, what are you looking at? Go turn off the light
!" My face still flushed, I casually replied and hurriedly turned off the light. Turning around, I saw
she was already under the covers.
I rushed to the bed, quickly undressing myself as well. Without hesitation, I slipped
inside, my hands moving up and down, beginning my familiar exploration. Of course, to avoid noise, I
sealed her red lips with mine first. The hand that had been exploring the entrance to Peach Blossom Spring, aided by increasing secretions,
had already slipped a finger into that warm swamp. Hmm... unusually tight. Judging from the feeling in my hand, I figured
she wasn't very experienced. I continued searching further, thankfully without encountering any obstacles. If I had encountered a virgin, it would have been exhausting
; not only would I have had to attend a free health education class, but I wouldn't have been able to enjoy smooth thrusting.
As my finger gradually penetrated deeper, her reaction became increasingly intense. Her legs, which had been slightly apart, came
together , and the movement of my finger was limited to small thrusts. "Is it uncomfortable?" I asked her softly.
"No, it's just too stimulating. Actually, I... I... um... I don't have much experience. You have to be gentle
, okay?" "Okay." He gave a soft hum in response, shifting his focus to her breasts.
He kissed her right breast, his tongue swirling around the nipple while he gently suckled half of it,
like a child nursing. His left hand worked on her left nipple, his thumb and ring fingers pinching the base,
his index and middle fingers squeezing the clitoris, occasionally applying a little pressure. His right hand wasn't idle either; the base of his thumb continued
to apply pressure to the source of her pleasure, while his index finger explored and stirred the well of fluids as deeply as possible. His middle fingernail
lightly brushed against her anus. She seemed to enjoy this onslaught, only soft moans and meaningless
gasps escaping her lips. Her hands haphazardly caressed my back, and her legs, which had been together,
had somehow separated. Feeling the pressure from my right hand ease, I unconsciously quickened the pace of my caresses.
What was once a well that needed to be stirred to create ripples had become a flowing stream. My right middle finger could feel
the honey-like fluid dripping from the tap above, slowly wetting her once dry anus. Restless, I gently
probed my middle finger into another secret place, only to be met with a completely frenzied reaction. Her initially swaying body instantly
transformed into a wild horse, shaking wildly. Her legs spread even wider, freeing up my index finger
to move I began to thrust faster.
"Mmm...oh...oh...no...don't play there...oh...it's too stimulating...oh...wait
...ah..." Her soft breaths turned into moans, and I felt the two hands behind me tighten their grip on my back instead of stroking.
Her nails dug into my muscles. Of course, my left hand continued its original action, but now my
thumb and forefinger were kneading her nipples, while my teeth gently held the tip of her right breast. Occasionally, I would lightly
bite it and then circle it with my tongue, and I could feel her body tremble.
When her legs were straightened and I felt the muscles all over her body were tense, I pressed the tip of my right hand on her clitoris
a few times, and then paused.
"Are you okay?" "Well." "Then, I'll get a condom." "Hmm. Wait, are you~ are you~ safe
?" Nonsense. I have always had a good habit of using condoms. Who the hell knows if mad cow disease can be transmitted
through sexual intercourse? Thinking this in my heart, I still said, "I know how to use a condom." "If you
don't mind, I think ~ I don't think we should use that stuff." "Huh?" Aren't you afraid of getting pregnant? 』My heart
I was utterly confused. Was this woman planning to use me as a backrest?
"Don't worry, I guarantee I don't have any strange diseases, and...and...I'm on birth control pills." Okay
, I'll take the risk! To be honest, it's been a long time since I've had real sex. Every time, with that
damn membrane between us, it's like trying to scratch athlete's foot with a shoe on—it just doesn't feel right, completely lacking any sense of immersion.
Several times, my partner was almost completely drained, but I was still missing that final push. In the end, I had to pretend it was over to avoid
hurting my partner and making her afraid to come again. Then I'd secretly go online to read novels, open a window, and somehow manage to finish what I was doing on
the Japanese website.
"Is it okay now?" "Hmm. Don't keep looking at me~ I'll get shy~." 'Go away~ Can't you
cover ? Silly girl.' She obediently covered her eyes with her hands, but I was sure she was still
peeking through her fingers. Never mind, I lifted her legs, slowly spread them apart, adjusted my position, and my
hard member was already pressed against the entrance.
Without saying a word, I moved the head of my penis up and down at the entrance, not going straight for the target. "Stop teasing me,
it makes me uncomfortable." At some point, her hand had moved from her face to her chest, rubbing
her breasts in a self-care manner. Finally, the head of my penis was covered with enough lubricant, and inch by inch, I slowly pushed my swollen
little brother into the peach blossom cave.
So tight! Just like a virgin! After it was fully inside me, that was my only sensation. She let out a
long breath; "Is it all the way in?" "Yes." "Can you not move for a moment? Hold me. This feels so good."
I leaned over her, feeling her legs wrapped around my waist, the warm, fragrant feeling in my arms was wonderful. We held each
other in silence, but my little brother was clearly restless. Being held by warm, soft flesh was certainly comfortable,
but not moving back and forth a little was definitely not in my nature.
So, I slowly thrust my hips and began to pump. Such a tight honey hole couldn't withstand the violent,
forceful thrusting, so I slowly withdrew my swollen, huge rod until only the tip remained in the vagina, and then slowly
pushed it back in until it was completely inside. As the rhythm slowed, she began to moan softly. What started
as gentle "hmm"s gradually grew into a series of high-pitched moans and groans.
To match the symphony, I quickened my thrusts, leaning down to kiss her red lips. Our tongues intertwined like
ribbons in our mouths, and the initially tight space
became much smoother with each exploration. My lips left hers, moving to her smooth, white neck, where I gently
kissed her like a bird pecking at food.
"What are you doing? It tickles! Stop it!" she protested sweetly. "Protests are ineffective. I
'll kiss you after I've given you a hickey." "Huh? What? No! It's so embarrassing!" She was terrified and
tried to push me away. "I was just kidding!" I immediately took the opportunity to change territory, moving my attention to her earlobe.
I first gently sucked on it, then bit it a couple of times, while blowing a puff of hot air into her ear canal.
"It's so itchy! Stop it~~ Ah~ Ah~~ No~~ No~~ Don't do this~~ Oh~."
Although she kept protesting, my mouth didn't stop, and of course, my penis didn't stop either, not only speeding
up the pace but also going all the way in each time. Her earlobe swelled up a little from my playing, and when I glanced at her, her
cheeks were flushed, and the flush even spread to her originally white neck. Her legs, which had been tightly clasped around my waist,
gradually loosened. Her eyes were already closed, and she was now babbling incoherently. Her hands
gripped my sheets tightly, and I couldn't help but worry that she might tear these cheap sheets.
I quietly shifted my position, moving her previously raised legs to my shoulders. This
immediately revealed the shapely, white curves of her buttocks, and her vulva was completely exposed. Suddenly,
a saying : "Legs on my shoulders, blissful as a god." Sure enough, the first heavy thrust after I got back into position made her
gasp softly, "Ah~ so deep~ so strong~ it's hitting my stomach." With each deeper thrust,
beads of sweat appeared on her forehead. Her previous moans had turned into meaningless shouts. Luckily, I
didn't have , or I was afraid someone would call the police :-p. I could feel the head of my penis hitting a soft mass of flesh each time it went all the way in
, and that was when she cried out the loudest. Each "Ah~~ Oh~~" was followed by her rapid
breathing , and as my movements quickened, her moans went from intermittent to continuous, but
soon, only her panting remained.
The pleasure continued to build. Although the alcohol had successfully numbed my peripheral nerves, the tingling
sensation intensified with each thrust of my glans against her soft flesh. I felt I was nearing my climax. Looking
at her, I saw her face flushed, sweat pouring down her face, her hands twisting incessantly, her lips moving but making no sound,
her eyelids half-open. I guessed she was close to climaxing too.
Suddenly, I felt her vagina begin to contract in waves. I unconsciously increased my speed, and finally, as her vagina tightly
gripped my penis, a wave of tingling pleasure washed over me, a tingling sensation ran down my lower back, and thousands of tiny penises finally
erupted in a joyful rush.
He grabbed a few pieces of tissue and carefully helped her wipe the battlefield clean, while secretly playing with her
cute little anus. "Don't play there! It's so dirty." "No way!" Haven't you taken a shower?
Besides , beauties are beautiful all over, so what does it matter? 』Ignore her protest and continue
the game just now. Due to the lubrication of the semen, the index finger squeezed in easily. The moment she penetrated deeply,
she felt her whole body trembled and her muscles tightened. At the same time, she also tried to clamp her legs and shrink her butthole to resist the
intruder. That's that easy? I thought as I placed my free hand over her pleasure center
and rubbed her clitoris vigorously. Sure enough, she, who had been shouting "No! This is weird! Stop
!", suddenly switched back to her familiar moans: "Mmm... Oh... Ah... Ah..."
Even her hands, which had been trying to push my hands away, became weak and powerless, and all her other organized
resistance ceased. The only sounds in the room were her soft moans and my panting.
Huh? Why the hell am I panting? It's not like I'm being played with. Sigh... It's embarrassing to admit, I'm getting old. After
that thirty minutes of intense exercise, I felt more tired than after running 5,000 kilometers. Now I could only pant and wait for
my heart rate to return to normal, and also sweat it out to cool down. Time really flies... I sighed as I
tried to push my finger a little further into her cute, light brown anus.

I don't know who said the anus is a sensitive area, I think it was something Yuan Yuan mentioned. But that
should be true, because she's already writhing and protesting coquettishly.
"Hmm~~ Stop it~ Give it to me now~~"
Can't hold back anymore, huh? You little slut~ Hmph, watch me teach you a lesson with my cock.
I spread her two white, tender buttocks apart, revealing her light brown anus, and with my glans erect, I thrust in with all my might,
using the lubrication of the KY jelly and her juices, my little brother immediately plunged into the dark world.
"Ahhhhh~" With a long cry, I felt her limbs twitch, my glans already hardened and squeezed into her anus,
and continued to penetrate deeper. "Ugh~ Oh~ Don't worry about me, just put it all the way in~ Ah~ Don't move~ Ah~"
So tight! The feeling of my penis being tightly gripped by the tight band felt wonderful. I slowly thrust back and forth, one hand pinching her nipple,
the other rubbing her clitoris, feeling the heat and tightness deep inside her rectum, gradually increasing the frequency of
my thrusts .
I roughly and forcefully penetrated her anus, and she reached out and played with her wet, tender vagina, her juices
flowing like nectar. At this moment, she was so aroused that her entire upper body was lying on the bed, one hand playing with her
vagina , the other with her breasts. She murmured low, incoherent moans, seemingly having reached
the peak of her excitement, enjoying the second wave of climax tonight.
Ten minutes later, gold bars began to appear before my eyes, fluttering in the air. He was fucking exhausted. The pleasure had reached its peak,
and he couldn't hold back any longer, letting out a low growl as his scalding semen poured deep into her rectum. She took
several deep breaths, feeling the fingers inserted in her vagina contract in waves, followed by a gush of vaginal fluid.
Then, both of them were breathless and collapsed onto the bed. He opened his eyes again because he needed to urinate. Every normal man should be at attention
before urinating in the morning. Then, he gets a headache because of the urgency and the hard, difficult-to-flow urine. But this morning was different. Besides the usual urgency, there was also a little pleasure. A little pleasure? Wait, my still-dazed eyes snapped open, my mind instantly clearing. What I saw was someone using both hands and mouth to "raise the flag" for me. If someone woke me up like this every morning, it would be much better than an alarm clock . Thinking this, I sat up, moving my hand to her honeypot. One touch, and sure enough, she was overflowing with desire, a torrent of . Without further ado, I positioned her and immediately took her. The intermittent contractions in her vagina, sometimes loose, sometimes tight, made me feel a hot blanket covering my penis, like falling into a sea of clouds, so comfortable I didn't want to move. Then I began to slowly thrust in and out. Her vagina was narrow, completely enveloping my penis, but with plenty of fluid, moving around wasn't difficult. June's arms were wrapped around my neck, and she was moaning incessantly. "Mmm! Mmm! So good ~ Faster~ I feel like I'm melting~" In this situation, what was there to be polite about? I thrust in hard, all the way in. She moaned and shook her head , her arms and legs clinging to me like a frenzied octopus. I thrust wildly hundreds of times until she was almost unconscious. Suddenly, I felt a tingling, burning sensation in my glans, and my vision blurred. My ejaculation was released, and my "soldier" surged forth. My semen poured into her tight vagina, and I collapsed on top of her, panting. Only the inserted penis remained, still trembling, continuing to ejaculate the remaining semen into her uterus. Looking at the time, it was already afternoon. After a quick wash, we got some food and prepared to take her home. What a perfect one-night stand! We'd each go home after dawn, no responsibility required, I thought to myself, secretly pleased. "Where are you staying? I'll take you home." "Not far, but could you do me a favor later? Take me to the train station to catch a bus?" "Sure! Not far. Where to? Have you booked your ticket?" "To the airport, I'm going back home. I haven't booked the ticket, I'll buy it later." No ticket? Oh no. Tickets aren't sold during the New Year period; you can only wait until the train arrives and buy a seat directly from the driver if there are any available. But with so many people traveling abroad at this time, there might not be any seats. I decided to go all the way and take her to the airport ; it's only a 40-50 minute flight to London anyway. I accompanied her back to her host family to get her luggage, and we arrived at the airport in silence . After completing the formalities, it was time to say goodbye. Standing in the Terminal 3 lobby, I gently held her hand, a subtle sense of parting brewing between us. "You're so beautiful." "Really? Do you remember me?" "Of course, you're June, warm June." "I'm leaving, aren't you going to give me a hug?" She playfully stuck out her tongue at me, seemingly annoyed by my lack of romantic gestures . I was speechless, silently embracing her, letting her warm, soft breasts press against my body. A soft sob rose from my arms. Looking down, I saw her buried her face in my chest. I could feel her tears soaking my clothes, so I gently patted her back and hugged her tightly. "Still don't remember who I am?" she asked. I shook my head slightly and whispered in her ear, "I only know your name is June." She reached into her handbag and rummaged around, saying as she searched, "Let me see... this should help you regain your memory . Do you remember when you were little, you gave someone a Fuji apple? Hmm... found it..." She pulled out a green apple. I took it, my face full of confusion. "Think again. Didn't you live in Taipei when you were little ? What did you say before you moved? Do you remember?" "I will definitely come back someday and marry you as my concubine . She continued. "Xiao Jun? You're Xiao Jun?" She nodded while wiping away her tears. The cold wind of Hsinchu seemed to suddenly appear at Heathrow Airport, instantly blowing open the lid of memory, and past images surfaced at the same time. Xiao Jun was my neighbor. I lived in Hsinchu when I was little, or more precisely, Nanliao. She was a few years younger than me, and she was always by my side like a little follower, impossible to shake off. She was cute, but fierce. She would slap you at the drop of a hat, and she was also very good at cursing. Everyone was afraid of her, except for me. "How did you end up in England?" "I've been here for a while, studying languages. Classes just ended before Christmas, so I'm staying an extra week to see the sights." "What a coincidence!" "Yes! It really is a coincidence. I didn't expect to see you the day before I left. You haven't changed much." Really? You've changed so much. Those two wavy braids are gone; now you have soft, flowing waves. The tomboy of yesteryear has grown into a beautiful young woman; I almost didn't recognize her.

"Yeah! My face at eleven is practically the same as my face now at thirty-two, proving I aged prematurely back then."
"Heh~ Quite self-aware, huh? And you? How long are you going to stay here?" "
A year, I guess! I haven't finished my master's yet. What are you going back for?"
"To work! I'm on leave without pay. Next, I'll get married, to my colleague."
Suddenly, the gentle breeze turned into a tornado, making me dizzy and disoriented. I immediately thought of
the scene from twenty-one years ago, before we parted .
In that scene, the boy, with a serious expression, solemnly addressed a little girl with two long braids, snot
and tears streaming down her face.
"I'm going to Taipei."
"Okay."
"Take care. This is for you." The
little boy took out a Fuji apple and handed it to the little girl. She took it, head bowed, and squeezed out a sentence.
"Promise me something."
"Okay."
"Remember me forever, okay?" "
Okay. I will always remember you. I will definitely come back and marry you as my concubine."
The sounds of a car starting, adults calling children, and dogs barking drifted from afar.
The little boy silently followed his parents into the car, while the little girl waved from the village entrance.
Amidst the swirling sand and blazing sun, the parting came to an end.
Then the little boy moved again, and the little girl moved again. Gradually, they lost contact,
just like the childhood playmates most people have in their lives, drifting further and further away, disappearing without a trace.
"What about you? Are you married? Hey! Don't space out! Are you married?"
I forced a bitter smile. "Seeing that I'm still wandering, you can tell I'm still single."
"Does being single make a difference to you? You still have 'mistresses' everywhere, don't you?." By the last sentence, her face and neck were
red, and her voice was barely audible. I hugged her, not saying a word, just thinking about the promise I made back then, and whether
it .
She gently pulled away from my embrace, straightened her clothes, and said with her head down,
"I should go in now, otherwise someone will make an announcement for me. Bye-bye."
I hugged her again, watching her enter the departure hall. I saw her turn back, smile, and her lips move as if she were saying
something . It was too far away; I couldn't hear her. I tried hard to listen, but still couldn't hear her. Helplessly, I waved goodbye and watched her
disappear into the crowd .
The scene shifted between the Windy City military dependents' village in 1980 and Heathrow Airport in 2001.
Once the album of memories was opened, there was no reason to stop flipping through it until it was all gone.
"I will definitely come back and marry you as my concubine."
"Really? Isn't a concubine prettier?" "
Probably! That's what they say on TV." "
Then I'll wait for you." "

You, you, you, you~ Cha Beibei! Who will marry you in the future!"
"If no one else wants you, you'll marry me! Idiot."
"Promise me one thing." "
Okay.
" "You'll always remember me, okay?"
"Okay. I'll always remember you." "
You're so beautiful."
"Really? Remember who I am?"
"Of course, you're June, warm June."

Page after page turned, images woven from the past and the present were
unfolding, and fragments of conversations from before and after were heard. The last image, however, was a silent film reel, frozen on the moment she turned around, waved, and
her lips moved. What was she saying? I pondered deeply.
I mimicking her lip movements, and without realizing it, two sentences burst out.
"This love can only be cherished in memory, for at the time it was all in vain."
The book finally closed. The plane should be taking off now, shouldn't it? Time is like a filter, leaving only
sweet memories. But what does the apple in my memory taste like? I didn't take the Fuji
apple with me back then, so now I can only pick up the one she left behind and take a big bite.
It tastes sweet at first, but in the end, it's just slightly sour, drifting away on the winds of childhood.
Postscript: Erotic literature, with both emotion and color. Articles about having sex as soon as you get home are certainly exciting, but
short pieces that are slowly simmered and carefully cultivated also have their own unique charm. That's my opinion.
This article is more about emotion than color; more accurately, the flirting and building atmosphere are
more important than the actual sex. This might not suit some readers' tastes, but
in real life, aside from paying for women, most of the time, wanting to sleep with a woman isn't
simply about stripping her naked. Usually, doing that would result in being accused of rape. There needs to be
some building atmosphere before things can progress further. And in real life, women rarely actively ask
you to sleep with them. Don't be misled by Japanese or Western porn. Those are movies, entertainment,
not reality.
A little something extra to balance out a large meal shouldn't make you nauseous. I hope you
won't mind my writing style. I just wonder
what your opinions are on my emphasis on detailed descriptions and atmosphere? I welcome guidance from readers and writers alike.
Finally, please don't ask me if this is real or fake. This is just a playful piece; it shouldn't be judged as fact or fiction.
When falsehood is taken for truth, even truth becomes falsehood; everything is left unsaid.
Aurora Borealis, May 5th, 2001.

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