Sex and the City: A Fallen Romance (Simplified Chinese)

(I)

As soon as Xue Sen stepped out that day, he felt a sense of unease. He felt his right eyelid

twitching ; perhaps that was a premonition of something bad happening. Xue Hui had called him the night before while she was doing a program at the station, saying

she was resting at home that morning. She had said sweetly on the phone, "Brother, we haven't seen each other for almost two days." Xue Sen's

heart skipped a beat, pounding like a mouse.

That night, he went to bed early. His wife, Zhang Qing, who was engrossed in a TV series in the living room

, reluctantly turned off the TV and followed him to bed. As soon as she got into bed, she

snuggled into his arms, wrapped her bare thighs around him, and reached her hands close to his crotch, murmuring sweetly, "I want it so much

."

"Didn't I give it to you this morning?" Xue Sen said with his eyes closed, knowing he might lose control if he opened them;

Zhang Qing's naked body was truly tempting.

“Not enough, our son is making a ruckus again.” Zhang Qing said, offering his moist lips

to the woman.

In an instant, the woman wrapped her arms tightly around him, her body twisting in the air. She threw the towel

aside, revealing her body clad only in a small pink pair of underwear, looking like a mermaid.

Xue Sen touched her underwear and praised, “So pretty! Where did you buy it?”

“A couple of days ago, at the Noble Lady’s lingerie store, the owner was telling customers: Xue

Hui from the TV station also bought her underwear there, the same brand.” The woman became quite animated when talking about clothing,

her burning desire seemingly subsiding considerably.

“Does the owner recognize you?” he asked.

“No, but our Xue Hui is a celebrity.” the woman said. Being a celebrity must be exhausting; even

the is known. Thinking this, Xue Sen said, "Don't

join the crowd ." He then pulled her close and they fell asleep.

Xue Hui's family lived in a very upscale residential area, where everyone was either a high-ranking official or

a wealthy tycoon.

The hallway was quiet; everyone who was supposed to leave had already gone. Upon opening the door, he saw

a . Xue Sen went over to look at it, then smelled it; a delicate fragrance filled the air. He didn't know much about flowers, only recognizing

chrysanthemums, roses, carnations, and one that looked like a tulip; he didn't know the names of the others. A dozen

or so different colored flowers, set against a backdrop of tiny, unnamed white blossoms, looked exceptionally beautiful.

With this flower basket, the atmosphere in the living room was completely different.

Xuehui opened the door and saw that she was wearing a pale white silk blouse, which made her long, black hair look

even blacker. Her hair was styled in a side bun, falling casually to one side, making her look even more charming.

She wasn't wearing anything underneath. She handed him slippers, and Xuesen bent down to change. He was immediately struck by

the movement , and a

shiver ran through him. He pinched her buttocks and pulled her up. She stumbled, almost stepping on him, and fell into his arms. Xuesen

lifted pressed against his face, and then held her legs tightly.

Her blouse wasn't form-fitting, and looking up, he could see her two large, white breasts, but the nipples were tiny,

dark red like beans. He reached out to penetrate her, but she twisted her body, refusing to let him in. A charming smile appeared on her face,

and her gaze became hazy. Xue Sen knew this was the prelude to a beautiful melody, gentle and distant. Her hazy gaze

grew increasingly indistinct, becoming more and more indistinct, slowly turning into a thick fog, floating low on the sea.

Her eyes gently closed, and he, somewhat excited, couldn't help but lower her and kiss her.

She responded passionately with her tongue. The two kissed more and more passionately, and her hands

began .

Xue Sen understood her meaning and carried her limp body to the bedroom. She gasped

and whispered in his ear, "I haven't had it for days."

As she spoke, her eyes closed again. Xue Sen laid her flat on the bed, unbuttoning her shirt with one hand.

The shirt parted, like a large, live lychee peeled open, revealing a pile of jade-like flesh inside.

Xuehui, not to be outdone, stretched out a slender hand and reached for his manhood. Just as she touched it through his trousers

, she felt its unusually thick and round shape, and immediately withdrew her hand in feigned fear, saying coquettishly, "It's already hard!

I really love it!" She then tried to pull down his trousers, but couldn't get

them off. Just as she was wondering what was wrong, she noticed his manhood standing tall, straining against the trousers and making it impossible to remove. He had to

help her subdue it, pulling down his shorts along with it. Suddenly, his manhood sprang

out.

She tried to encircle it with her hand, but couldn't manage it. She reached over with her other hand and finally managed to encircle it, then rubbed and

caressed it, giggling, "What a treasure!" She then guided his manhood down to that alluring, intoxicating place

at the end of , but the opening was too narrow. Despite her efforts to push it in and arch

her buttocks, she couldn't penetrate even half an inch. She impatiently swayed her hips wildly, drenched in sweat.

Xue Sen reached out and touched her; the area was wet, her juices flowing down her buttocks,

soaking . He had no choice but to roll over and lay her across the edge of the bed. She understood, spreading her legs wide,

pulling the pillowcase over her plump buttocks, making her genitals protrude prominently.

At that moment, his erection, hanging between Xue Hui's thighs, felt her furry lower body pulsating,

and a small fleshy mound rising delicately. He awaited the overwhelming onslaught, smeared some of her juices on the glans, and

gently guided the base with two fingers before thrusting down like a mountain crashing down. Xue Hui let out a soft "Aiyo!" and

her body went limp, falling silent.

Xuesen pressed the thing tightly against him. Although it wasn't fully inserted, it felt like entering a fairy cave,

surrounded by warm, moist flesh. It was incredibly pleasurable. He didn't move his body or sway his hips, but kissed her and sucked on her tongue,

making soft, squeaking noises.

After a while, Xuehui began to wriggle like a worm. She arched her back and said, "Brother, go in a little more." He

pushed her legs high up, hoisted them onto his shoulders, and with a forceful thrust, he pressed against something that was neither bone nor flesh

. He was secretly delighted and thrust harder again. She happily accepted it, raising her hands towards...

Her waist lifted her fair buttocks high, and she moaned with pleasure.

Xuehui's gaze gradually became hazy, like the vast, misty sea. This was the gaze he knew best, a

gaze that had turned him into a surging wave countless times.

Xuesen always needed to see this look in her eyes to truly feel passionate; otherwise, he would feel frustrated.

Every time , he would savor the indescribable changes in her emotions.

Her face was already flushed, her black hair disheveled, but she sat up and said, "Let me change your position." She got off the bed and climbed

onto the edge, saying nothing, only panting heavily. Xuehui would cry out as soon as he touched her; this was something he had experienced

. Xuehui had many ticklish spots on her body, a secret only he knew. She couldn't resist being teased.

Xuesen's desire to conquer surged, and he thrust his hips forward, pulling all the way in and all the way out, hundreds of

thrusts without ejaculating a single drop, even surprising himself.

Then, a gush of scalding fluid spurted out from her, the heat making his glans tremble

violently. He thrust against her with all his might, his body releasing its pent-up energy. He watched, his eyes glazed, as she writhed like a worm

, her lips twitching, her eyes rolling back. He cried out in shock, then collapsed there, lifeless.

Back on the bed, she nestled naked into his arms for a moment, then slumped limply. She

had exerted herself so intensely, seemingly exhausting all her strength and spirit.

Xue Sen had her turn away from him, trying to find a comfortable position, then gently embraced her, cupping

her breasts in his hands. He couldn't bear to leave her breasts; they were either pressed against his chest, face, or back, or he

was caressing them. In Xue Sen's eyes, this was the most moving, the most magical part of her body.

Deeply moved, Xue Sen picked her up, kissing her tenderly, his hands still. He let her lie quietly in his arms,

her moist lips moving lyrically, exuding a mellow fragrance.

A faint blush graced her face as she savored his tenderness. Her gaze flowed like water, making him

feel as if he were bathing in a clear mountain spring.

Xue Sen felt that she had transformed into mist or cloud, merging with him with each breath.

He didn't know how much time had passed when he sensed movement outside. He listened intently, but it seemed to

have ceased. He shook Xue Hui, and she groggily hummed, only clinging to him tighter.

The lock turned a few times, and the door opened. Xue Sen was stunned by the sight before him. A

man motionless for a few seconds, his eyes seemingly bleeding, his fists clenched tightly,

the muscles on his face bulging with angularity. Then, he roared and rushed forward, yanking off the thin blanket covering them.

Xuehui's completely naked body was exposed. She was stunned by what she saw, as if

electrocuted , her whole body in a dazed state.

Her lips were tightly closed, suppressing the cry that was about to escape. Then she slumped softly into Xuesen's

arms , as if the muscles she had been tightly clenching had suddenly completely collapsed. He then

threw the clothes, skirt, belt, and pieces of trash on the floor outside the door. He screamed and cursed in a shrill voice, tearing at his own hair. The

sound of a cup shattering, a lamp hitting the bedside table, a slipper landing on Xuesen's face, and the TV remote

hitting Xuehui's bare shoulder.

Xuesen felt his legs trembling violently, and his fingers gradually and indeed

loosened their grip on the blanket. His ears were ringing, filled with shrill and ghostly sounds. His mind

spun , and a hazy, ethereal figure seemed to stand before him. He sighed deeply, then

collapsed, heartbroken, into the embrace of that ghostly figure.

"How can you be so shameless? Since when has this been going on?" he raged,

his voice, unlike usual, now booming like thunder and hoarse.

Xue Sen grabbed the thin blanket and covered Xue Hui, then went naked to the bathroom to grab a towel and wrap it around

his waist. Xue Sen tried to pull him outside, but he flung him away, causing Xue Sen to stumble and nearly

lose his footing . Xue Hui screamed and leaped up, her naked body catching him. Seeing Xue Hui so fiercely

protecting Xue Sen, he became even more enraged, his face turning purple, his teeth bared, speechless for a long moment.

Only then did Xuehui realize she was completely naked. She went to the wardrobe, took out some clothes, and said as she dressed, "It

's come to this, if you want a divorce, just say so. I won't say another word, but I beg you, don't let this get out."

Xuesen hurriedly put on the clothes he had thrown on the floor in the living room. Then he saw Xuehui come out of the bedroom and

say to him, "You can go now. I'm packing some things and going home too."

Xuesen looked at his brother-in-law; his face was flushed, like burning flesh. There was

a strange smile on his face, a forced, tense smile, clearly not from extreme anger . No one could smile

like that. Like a stray dog, Xuesen fled Xuehui's house as if running away.

Xuesen and his sister Xuehui lost their parents at a young age. When Xuehui was sixteen, their only remaining relative, their

grandmother, also passed away. From then on, the two of them had lived together, relying on each other.

At that time he was nineteen, a tall, well-developed boy. He had an Adam's apple the size of

a pigeon egg, and his strong, bony hands, when outstretched, were as large as fans. Eighty percent of

the girls had witnessed his spectacular shooting in the middle school basketball league, and almost all of them were infatuated with him.

But Xue Sen still ended his student days and went to work in a state-owned slipper factory, earning

a meager wage to support himself and his younger sister. Xue Hui was selected to attend a drama school. At that time, her chest was adorned with

a pair of full breasts protruding due to the demands of youth, her hips were round and round, her waist was slender, and

her hair was as smooth and soft as waves, as black as rain-kissed clouds. Her charm, elegant and natural demeanor,

coupled with a touch of innocent shyness, possessed a unique and captivating power.

Xue Sen's apprenticeship wages were far from enough to support the two of them, so in his spare time he learned

tailoring, borrowing money from all his relatives to buy a Shanghai-brand sewing machine. In less than two years, he had become

a .

Xuesen was particularly skilled in women's clothing, and his clothes were renowned for their fashionable and innovative designs.

Xuehui, on the other hand, devoted herself wholeheartedly to training her legs, which were as supple as flower branches. She truly gave it her all and

achieved considerable success, beginning to perform minor roles on stage. On stage, she was truly like a blossoming crabapple tree.

She possessed a graceful, heroic air, a smile hidden beneath her feigned anger, and a deep, tender affection in her

eyes . Her singing was also melodious and poignant. Her martial arts skills were so captivating that on stage it was like a celestial

dance, leaving most onlookers speechless. Just seeing her graceful silhouette, occasionally punctuated by a soft, sharp cry,

sent shivers down one's spine.

After she removed her makeup and stepped off the stage, many young men frantically followed her, probably wanting to see her

true face , but she had already been taken away by her brother.

All her parents left them was this small courtyard; its former grandeur was now just a remnant, the high walls

and deep courtyard long since peeled red paint. Unidentified grass grew in the cracks of the stones, and thick

moss grew in the damp places. One sunny day in March, the courtyard was filled with fragrance. Several days had passed since the rain, and

a dampness could still be felt in the air.

They had a cousin, Zhao Li, who lived across the street. She often visited their house, sometimes bringing them groceries

or soy sauce, and sometimes washing clothes at their well—not every house had a well back then.

She moved swiftly and efficiently, full of energy, like a strong little mare.

In the kitchen in the back courtyard, Xue Sen was washing the dishes after dinner. Through the spacious window, he could see Zhao Li

drawing water from the well. It was a simple, deep well, its opening carved from a single ancient rock.

The well was edged with worn-down lace, and the well rim was worn deep by the rope over the years. Bright green moss and dark black

lichen made the well walls look exceptionally alluring.

He stared lewdly at the curves of her back. Zhao Li was a voluptuous woman; when she bent over

, her buttocks resembled a fully inflated balloon. Even through her clothes, he felt a

sinful fear. But he still dawdled until he reached her, trying to make small talk.

Because she was squatting while washing clothes, she had to turn around and look up every now and then, panting heavily as she answered him. From her open

collar, her two firm breasts bounced restlessly like a pair of little white rabbits. Xue Sen

had a special sensitivity to women's bodies, and he couldn't help but stare at those breasts.

Xue Sen's body and muscles had developed beyond his years. Twenty years old was already quite old and tall; although his limbs

hadn't yet fully formed, he was like an adult, an

adult with an innocent and mischievous air about him.

He suddenly realized how shameful it would be if Sister Li found out he was peeping like this. A heartfelt

apology welled up from the bottom of his heart. Sister Li's clothes were all made by him, including her husband's. He would also use

leftover fabric to make a shirt for her son, or underwear or briefs for her. He never took her money, and she

often came to help him with small chores like ironing clothes and sewing buttons.

The courtyard was scorching hot under the sun; it wasn't summer yet, but Xue Sen still felt unbearably feverish. He

stripped off his long shirt and trousers, leaving only shorts, and lay sprawled on the mat.

His cousin Zhao Li's breasts and her voluptuous, alluring body tormented

him , haunting his dreams. When he woke, he felt

something cool and slippery beneath him, and suddenly remembered a happy scene from his dream. He hurriedly got up to check;

there were . He lay back down, trying to recall the fragments of his dream.

But just then, the door was pushed open, followed by soft creaking sounds, the floor groaning

, and a strong fragrance wafting in. Before him lay a vibrant green shadow, her face possessing a seductive, foxy

allure. Xue Sen, as if pricked by needles, first squeezed his legs together, then sat up abruptly.

The fragrance intensified, stimulating his nose, and he heard her strange laughter, soft and trembling like a nightingale's song.

Sister Li moved closer step by step, thrusting out her ample chest, her large breasts bouncing within her clothes.

Suddenly, her wide, soft satin sleeves and even her smooth, jade-like wrists touched his hand. Xue Sen, seeing the woman's half-closed

eyes, her naked body almost collapsing at the touch, leaped off the bed like a lion.

"Xue Hui has started school," she said softly.

"Xue Hui has started school," he stammered. Xue Sen's gaze fell on her;

draped a thin, spring-like garment, she radiated spring-like allure, looking at him sleepily.

Under her suggestive gaze, Xue Sen felt an intense urgency and utter awkwardness. His heart

pounded . To hide his unease, he looked away. He felt awkward

, and she felt the same way.

Something should have happened on this sweltering afternoon, but nothing did. Someone had

come to have clothes made, and as Xuesen hurriedly pulled on his trousers, he noticed the woman's seductive eyes and

the tip of her tongue protruding from her lips as she spoke to him.

That afternoon, Xuesen slumped restlessly at his sewing machine, inexplicably producing a terrible garment.

He angrily tossed it aside and, without thinking, sewed a pair of women's panties from a random piece of fabric. The

narrow thong calmed him considerably, and he hurriedly sewed several more, each one thinner and

narrower than the last. He even added lace, and the thought of it tightly enveloping a woman's private parts filled

Xuesen with longing. From then on, he developed a

particular .

Xuehui went home. Aside from attending drama school in the mornings, she spent the rest of her time in

high school like her peers. Her precocious figure always made her stand out among her classmates. She

was licking a red bean popsicle like a puppy. Seeing the brightly colored underwear, her eyes lit up, and

she picked one up: "Brother, are these all mine?"

"Of course, they're all for you." Seeing her so enamored, he could only say that.

In those days, whether he pounded his head with his fists or cursed himself repeatedly,

Xuesen found he couldn't calm down. His mind was filled with regret for what happened that afternoon.

Back in his room, he ran around like a mad dog, completely lost.

He had regretted his foolish act countless times. But he still helplessly

walked towards the women's clothes hanging there. When he unbuckled his belt, took out his manhood, and...

Looking at the rustling, slightly fluttering dress before him, he couldn't help but cry out.

Xue Sen freed his left hand and pressed it tightly against his lower body, his face filled with shame and embarrassment. A sudden surge of

pleasure, accompanied by immense happiness and frustration, overwhelmed him. Volcanic lava was

erupting from his body.

Zhao Li's husband, Wang Rongwen, was a middle school teacher seven years her senior. He often walked from the alley to the school, his slicked-back hair framing his face and carrying a worn

leather bag. Sometimes, he would stroll over to their house after dinner for a cup of tea. When he arrived,

his eyes kept darting to Xue Hui.

Xue Hui's already rounded breasts, and her hard nipples, were conspicuously displayed against her thin clothes

.

Even towards such an old man, Xue Hui showed an inappropriately lewd expression. She

looked directly into his lustful eyes and immediately winked at him like a seasoned lover, unabashedly

teasing him.

He shuddered violently as if electrocuted, or as if caught red-handed, his face turning

green and then blue. His excessive loss of composure baffled Xuehui. Xuehui enjoyed surprising people,

especially men; she loved seeing men speechless at her antics.

Xuehui's nonchalant behavior made him very uncomfortable. "Ahui's almost eighteen, isn't she?" Wang Rongwen asked, his hand gripping his

teacup .

"Not yet, but soon," Xuehui smiled at him and glided cheerfully into her room.

Inside, Xuehui began to sing opera as she did something, her voice clear, resonant, and stirring.

A neighbor had a saying: if you heard Xuehui singing opera in the first night, you'd hear Sister Li humming wordless verses in the second.

After dinner, Xuehui liked to sing a song whether bathing or doing laundry, while Sister Li would go to bed, and the moment she touched him,

her man would involuntarily moan, never shy or trying to hide it.

Back then, there was no television, and even Xuehui's troupe's performances

were only held during holidays or major celebrations. Besides gathering after meals to chat about local gossip and interesting stories, people often used

women to pass the long nights. Sister Li, being the most beautiful woman in the area, was naturally

the subject of much discussion. Xuehui, even more beautiful than her cousin, was often the subject of gossip.

Wang Rongwen's gaze followed Xuehui into the room, but he didn't stop chatting with Xuesen:

"Xuehui is still sharing a room with you."

"Yes, now that the room opposite has a bed, there's no room left." The courtyard wasn't small, but it only had

east wing rooms. Fortunately, the old wing rooms were relatively long and narrow, with two beds placed in the middle separated by a wooden plank.

He said, "Xuehui is older now, she should move out. Although we're siblings, we're still a man and a woman." Xuesen

could only nod meekly like a chicken pecking at rice. Just then, Sister Li came over and caught up with the conversation, adding

, "That depends on Xuehui; she's always been timid."

"That also depends on whether I want to or not," Xuehui blurted out from inside. Sister Li moved a small stool over, picked up

a garment, and started sewing buttons. "Why don't you go home? Your son's still awake." As she spoke, with the rise and fall of

her needlework, the sleeve rolled up, all the way to her shoulder, revealing a perfectly white, fleshy tuft

of hair that was now sticking out. Xuesen saw a tuft of fine hair under her armpit and was

momentarily dazed.

"Yes, I have to go; I have a pile of homework. Don't stay out too late," Wang Rongwen said, getting up

and peeking into the room. "I know, I knew you were nosy," she chuckled, quickly shrugging and shutting up,

her eyes blinking. She looked up and her gaze met Xuesen's. She made

a expression, and under her seduction, Xue Sen's eyes lit up restlessly.

Xue Hui came out of the room and said to him, "Brother, I'm going to see my classmates." Xue Sen told her not

to stay out too late.

Sister Li said to Xue Hui's back, "Hui-mei's dress is so pretty, I want one made too."

"Okay, I just have some leftover fabric," he said quickly. She threw down the dress she was holding and

stood up : "Take my measurements, I want a tight-fitting one." Xue Sen took a ruler and paper and

began to measure her body. The soft ruler in his hand traversed her curvaceous, undulating body,

stopping at her high breasts. His hand touched a warm, fleshy mound, and he couldn't help but fondle

it .

She let out a soft "ah," then rested her head on his shoulder, giggling, "I knew

you weren't honest, you weren't honest." Her body seemed to have no bones; she struggled to maintain her balance several times, then

lifted herself up on tiptoe, her waist stretching and elongating, clearly revealing a section of her bare lower

back .

He tried to steady her as she was about to fall, but she slumped into his

arms . Xue Sen wrapped his arms around her, their mouths pressed together without a word, their breaths escaping in a long, drawn-out exchange

.

After what seemed like an eternity, she broke free from me and went straight to her room. Xue Sen followed

her. Sister Li was pleased that he had followed her into the room. His cautiousness excited

and emboldened her.

With a haughty air, she surveyed her bewildered cousin, then walked to his bedside and

brazenly began to undress. She slowly undressed, piece by piece, tossing each garment onto the bed,

then stood there naked, silently allowing him to admire her.

Xuesen realized he was being encouraged and suddenly couldn't control his impulse. He pounced

on her, clumsily embracing her and awkwardly groping her body. He clearly startled

her, but this was the outcome she had hoped for.

She was a little nervous, but even more excited. She let him touch her body as he pleased; his hands

moved swiftly over her, one hand diagonally into her breasts, grasping and kneading, the other slithering like a snake towards her lower body.

He caressed her plump breasts, unable to tear himself away.

Li Jie's face flushed crimson, and she breathed heavily, her hands stroking his back.

Xuesen's erection was impatient, poking wildly between her legs, teasing her so much that she reached into his trousers and touched

it . The moment it touched her hand, it seemed like a drunken monk, its genitals bristling, like an arrow nocked on a bowstring.

It was a hair's breadth away. His boldness grew, and he found it increasingly difficult to control his impulses

. Suddenly , he roughly pushed her onto the bed. Overwhelmed with shame, she covered her face with her hands, her buttocks still swaying seductively like

willows in the wind.

Xue Sen, unable to figure it out, found his member slipping and sliding, unable to penetrate. He spread her legs,

added some force, and thrust downwards, inserting his large member between her tender thighs. However, in

his panic , he went too far and accidentally entered her urethra, causing her to cry out in pain.

At this moment, her delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly, her face flushed. She used her hands to guide the member towards the end of her thighs.

With a soft thud, it slid in completely, without any resistance.

She was unprecedentedly frenzied, engulfing him in a fiery heat, his desire surging. They engaged in a fierce,

life- sweat pouring down their backs, panting heavily, their skin taut and discolored, their lower bodies

throbbing with pent-up desire, wishing they could just drain it all out.

As Sister Li put her clothes back on, she said with deep affection, "What woman is truly blessed to marry you."

"What do you mean?" he asked, bewildered.

"Don't you know? Your thing is so powerful, so thick." She showed no shame whatsoever. Xue Sen, feeling

a little smug from her words, looked down at his lower body; it was now limp as a lump of mud. "Is this

the first time ?" she asked, her pretty face flushed with desire. He didn't know how to answer, only nodding. She came closer,

embracing his naked body, her mouth nibbling and kissing Xue Sen's face, crying out, "I love it so much, I

love it ."

???To be continued

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