[Urban] Hu Da's Humiliation (Complete) - 22-24

(31) My erotic essays

always receive enthusiastic responses from netizens, making me unable to stop, but I don't have time to write. So I'll just pull out some short essays I wrote before to mess around with. Please don't scold me, brothers.

I also want to thank

Jackiel for sending me the photos of his "very lewd girlfriend". She is indeed beautiful and lewd, and I can't help but fantasize about her a dozen times. If any of you brothers have any good photos, stories or experiences, please don't be stingy and send them to me.

[1] Spring View Under the Skirt

Once, my girlfriend Shaoxia and I were strolling on the street when we happened to pass by her old middle school. She started telling me about the fun things that happened at school. As we were talking, she actually told me about something that happened when she was harassed by a male classmate in high school. As you all know, I like to humiliate my girlfriend. Hearing this, I was not only not angry, but I was so excited that my penis got hard. She said that at her high school, there was some kind of tradition where boys liked to tease girls. Their favorite thing to do was during breaks, they'd suddenly lift up a girl's school uniform skirt in the classroom and yell, "Yellow!", "Pink!", "Hello Kitty!"... Maybe it was just a habit, but nobody thought it was a problem. However, girls had to be extra careful about their underwear every day, otherwise the boys might yell, "Torn pants!", "So-and-so's menstruating!", "I saw pubic hair!", which would be very embarrassing. At that time, my girlfriend was the class monitor. Of course, being so refined, she didn't project any authority as class monitor. Those boys didn't even spare her, and often after school, after she'd collected the students' homework, the boys would lift her skirt. She was completely helpless because she was holding a pile of homework, so she could only let the boys slowly look at her underwear and beautiful thighs. Later, my girlfriend came up with a solution: she wore volleyball shorts under her skirt—the kind of dark blue, elastic boxer shorts used in women's volleyball. That way, it wouldn't look so good when the boys lifted her skirt. This method worked perfectly; the boys quickly lost interest in lifting her skirt.

One day after school, my girlfriend, as usual, took her homework to hand in to the homeroom teacher's desk. Two boys were still in the classroom, following behind her. They tried to lift her skirt again, but my girlfriend smiled smugly and said, "Look all you want, there's nothing to see." Sure enough

, the two boys were disappointed when they saw she was wearing volleyball shorts. Just as they were about to leave, one of the boys said, "I just really want to see what kind of underwear our class monitor is wearing!" The other boy said, "We can see if we take off our blue pants."

My girlfriend immediately screamed, "No, don't do that!" But she was holding her homework and didn't know what to do. The two boys were just curious; everyone in the school liked to look at girls' underwear like that, so they didn't think it was too much. One of them lifted her school uniform skirt, and the other pulled down her volleyball shorts, down to her calves. My girlfriend was so scared that she threw her homework all over the floor.

Why was she so panicked? She told me that after wearing volleyball shorts for a while, she simply started wearing them as underwear, without any underwear underneath. When the two boys pulled down her shorts, they were stunned. There was an awkward silence for a while before one of the boys laughed and said, "Haha, so Shaoxia wasn't wearing underwear!" The other boy laughed too.

My girlfriend said she was almost dying of embarrassment. If these two boys told anyone, it would be incredibly shameful. She quickly said, "Please don't tell anyone." One of the boys said, "Okay, the condition is that you let us see more clearly."

Damn, my girlfriend said she was at a loss for words, afraid that if this got out, she wouldn't even be able to stay as class monitor, so she agreed. She said she lay on her desk, closed her eyes, and let the two boys look closely, only asking every now and then, "Are you done looking?" The answer was always, "Not yet, wait a little longer." It took more than ten minutes for the two boys to finally finish looking.

My girlfriend only went this far in her story. I asked her what the two male classmates thought, and she said she didn't know. She blushed with embarrassment, too ashamed to open her eyes, and just lay on her desk. I pressed her for more information, and she finally said that she felt the boys spread her legs apart, and it seemed like they were prying open her vagina with their fingers, and even putting their fingers inside, though only a little bit. When I asked her a few more questions, she only said that the two boys kept their promise and didn't tell anyone afterwards. As she spoke, she

looked like she was about to cry, so I didn't dare ask any more questions. The more aggrieved my girlfriend looked, the more suspicious I became. Was my girlfriend hiding something from me? Were those two boys not just simply looking at her most private parts, her vagina? In the heat of their youth, would they let my girlfriend off so easily? But there was nothing I could do. Time can't be turned back, and I can't go back to the moment my girlfriend left high school that day. I had to let it go. But when I got home and thought about those two boys pulling down my girlfriend's volleyball shorts, I couldn't help but masturbate in the bathroom.

Originally, I didn't pursue the matter further, but later, "Orange Turns Yellow" posted "Humiliating My Girlfriend (Orange Version) (Part 1): The Budding of Desire." He happened to be writing about fantasizing about his girlfriend, Xiaoting, being raped by his best friend in the classroom. He vividly and realistically depicted the scene: how his girlfriend's hair was grabbed, how her clothes and skirt were ripped off, how helplessly she covered her breasts and private parts, how her buttocks were rubbed, how her vagina was penetrated, and the expression on her face the moment the penis entered her vagina. Brother Orange wrote about the origin of his liking for humiliating his girlfriend, but unintentionally, he dug up my old wound again, making the memory of my girlfriend having her volleyball shorts pulled down by her male classmates resurface in my mind. Damn, what would the real scene have been like? My girlfriend was probably only sixteen or seventeen years old then, still developing, probably still very young. Would her pants be pulled down like that by boys, exposing her alluring private parts and cute buttocks to them? Would those two male classmates be consumed by lust and do something bad to her? And my girlfriend still feels that her vagina was spread open and then fingers were inserted, but could it not be fingers at all, but rather the penises of those two male classmates? It's just that her virgin vagina was too tight, and it only went in a little bit before pulling out? Doesn't that mean my girlfriend's vagina was defiled by boys' penises in high school? Oh my god, this is so exciting! Instead, I'm blaming those two male classmates for being useless, letting such a good opportunity slip by? If either of them got angry, my girlfriend would deflower them and let their big penises violate her.

【Two】My Father's Evil Thoughts

Once, I was talking to my girlfriend about her teenage years, and I don't know what we were talking about, but she suddenly told me that her father had once had evil thoughts about her and even kissed her face.

Hearing this, I felt a surge of inexplicable excitement, but this time I pretended to be calm and said casually, "He's your father.

It's normal for foreign fathers to give their daughters a goodnight kiss every night, right?" As a result, she fell into the trap of language and, as if afraid I wouldn't believe her, told me the whole story in detail. She said, "That day, Mom wasn't home. Dad and I were sitting on the sofa watching TV. As usual, I snuggled up to Dad, and he put his hand on my shoulder. After a while, he turned around and kissed me on the cheek."

I said, "That's just ordinary fatherly love."

My girlfriend said, "No, I don't think it's that simple. When he kissed me, I blushed and laughed, and said to him, 'Dad, I'm not a child anymore.' He didn't say anything, just looked into my eyes, and then kissed my little mouth. My heart was pounding a little, and I didn't know what to do. His lips were pressed against mine and he kept kissing me. I stood there for about two seconds before pushing him away and saying, 'I'm your daughter, you can't do that.

' Only then did my dad sit back down and continue watching TV."

After she finished speaking, I deliberately laughed and said, "That's your dad loving you, isn't it?"

My girlfriend fell into my trap again and said coquettishly, "Really, I really suspect that Dad has some bad intentions towards me." As a result, to prove her point, she told me another story, and this time, my plan was completely successful.

My girlfriend said that her father got drunk that night and argued with her mother. Her mother was very angry and refused to sleep in the same bed with him, so she came over to sleep with her. Around midnight, her father also came into her bedroom, apologized to her mother, and then actually started making love to her in her bed. However, they were very careful, afraid of waking their fifteen-year-old daughter.

My girlfriend said that although her mother initially moaned very softly, she couldn't help but let out soft moans and writhe in response to her father's advances, which woke her up. She had heard her parents making love in their room before, but this was the first time she had seen them making love so close to her. The room was dark, but the moonlight from the window allowed her to see her parents' half-naked figures.

She already understood sexual matters between men and women. She knew it would be awkward if her parents knew she was awake, so she pretended to continue sleeping, only opening her eyes a crack. She watched her father straddle her mother, indulging in caresses and pleasure, while her mother's soft moans echoed in her ears.

My girlfriend said she also felt an indescribable excitement, a tingling, numb sensation all over her body, like ants crawling on her skin. Her father held her mother tightly, thrusting forcefully again and again. She sensed her mother was thoroughly enjoying herself, forgetting her precious little daughter beside her. Her father completely undressed her mother, leaving her completely naked. As his hand pulled her mother's nightgown off, my girlfriend suddenly felt a loosening around her waist. It turned out her father, whether intentionally or unintentionally, had caught the belt of her nightgown. At that time, she was wearing a double-layered kimono-style nightgown at home, held together only by a sash. When the sash came undone, the nightgown opened wide, startling her. But she couldn't let them know she was awake, so she pretended to be asleep, afraid to move. A little while later, her parents, during vigorous lovemaking, pulled on her nightgown again, this time completely opening it.

My girlfriend said she was incredibly embarrassed because she was only wearing panties under the nightgown, no bra, and her two young breasts were exposed.

Hearing this, I was trembling with excitement, but to let her continue, I suppressed my excitement and calmly said, "It was dark all around then, no one would see your breasts, don't worry." My

girlfriend said she wasn't finished yet and continued. A little while later, her parents became even more excited and reached orgasm. Her mother writhed on the bed, crying out ecstatically, and even my girlfriend felt a warm current flow through her body. Suddenly, her father's warm hand landed on her chest, pressing against her breasts and touching them a couple of times. She was so startled she almost jumped up, but she didn't dare wake up. She only slightly shifted her body, turning from a supine position to a more inward-curving one, and her father's hand withdrew. After the climax, her mother got up to take a shower, while her father lay exhausted on the bed to rest. But when the sound of water running from the bathroom reached her mother, her father rolled over and hugged her from behind, his naked body pressed against her back, thankfully through her robe. A strong smell of alcohol wafted over, and his hand moved to her breasts, kneading her small breasts. My girlfriend said she was so scared she didn't dare breathe. After touching her breasts, her father's rough hands moved downwards, slipping under her panties and touching the soft pubic hair on her mons pubis, his fingers continuing to extend downwards. When her father's fingers probed her vagina, her body, which had been pretending to be asleep, couldn't help but tremble.

My girlfriend said that a wave of heat immediately washed over her, making her want to straighten her legs and clamp them tightly around the intruding fingers. She also felt a desire to be embraced, so she didn't move, letting her father hug her delicate body from behind, taking off her robe and pulling her panties down to her knees. Her father's naked body pressed against her soft back.

My girlfriend said that she could feel her buttocks touching her father's hot penis, but remembering how her father and mother had just made love, she had a strange feeling in her heart. She didn't resist the feeling of her father's genitals pressing against her buttocks. As a result, her father pressed her down on the bed from behind, his gradually hardening penis rubbing between her buttocks. Her father's coarse pubic hair scraped against her crotch, a sensation that made her feel like she was about to faint. Young girls are always very sensitive about their bodies, so my girlfriend was naturally aware of the danger. She hurriedly tried to pull away her father's rough hands and whispered, "Daddy...no...I'm your daughter..."

Her father smelled of alcohol and was probably half-drunk. He said, "So you're awake...Shaoxia, be good...Daddy won't hurt you...I won't go in...Just give Daddy a few strokes."

My girlfriend said she didn't dare say anything more at that moment. Her father turned her body around, and she almost died of embarrassment. She quickly closed her eyes and felt her father's huge, naked body pressing down on her, almost flattening her. Soon, her father's mouth was sucking on her breasts, making her dizzy. Then her father pulled off her panties, spread her legs, and his thick, fleshy penis was already touching her tender vulva. He rubbed it until it stretched her vulva open, making her tremble all over. Her father had probably just finished making love with her mother. He shuddered, and a gush of hot, wet fluid spurted out, his penis slipping out and smearing my girlfriend's vulva and thighs. Just then, her mother returned home. Startled, her father quickly covered her naked body with the blanket and pushed her into their room to sleep. In the darkness, her mother saw nothing, only telling her father to hurry back to his room and not wake his daughter. She never imagined her little daughter was completely naked under the covers, covered in her husband's semen. Wow, so this happened to my girlfriend during her teenage years! I almost had a nosebleed listening to this. It's such a pity I wasn't there. Although it didn't actually become incest, it was very close. If her father had drunk a couple more drinks and gotten carried away, I can't guarantee what would have happened. I can't even imagine what it would have been like if her girlfriend's vulva had been defiled by her father's huge penis.

【Three】Daily Good Deed

While helping my girlfriend tidy up her house recently, I saw that she still kept some of her elementary school essays, written on large-format manuscript paper. The titles were things like "My Teacher," "My Ambition," and "School Trip Diary"... Haha, they look quite interesting, and I really miss that adorable childlike innocence. So, I suddenly had a whim and rewrote one of her essays into a slightly suggestive version. If you're interested, you might want to rekindle your childlike spirit and take a look. But remember, kids, don't try this at home, or you might get a demerit from your teacher and come back to me.

Daily Good Deed

Level: Grade 5, Class A

Name: Li Shaoxia

Our teacher teaches us to be helpful and assist those in need, as this makes our lives more fulfilling and meaningful. Therefore, I will listen to my teacher and do one good deed every day. Yesterday after school, as usual, I happily went home with my schoolbag. On my way home, I passed a small park. There was a kind old man in the park, and I always greeted him politely. He knew that I did one good deed every day, and when I told him, he often praised me as a very well-behaved little girl. Yesterday I ran into that old man again, and he asked, "Little girl, have you done any good deeds today?"

I suddenly realized I hadn't done anything good yet, so I honestly shook my head at him. The old man said, "I happen to need your help with something."

I was happy because I could achieve my goal of doing one good deed a day.

The old man pulled me to a corner of the park, placed his hand on his pants, and said, "My little bird got bitten by a centipede, and it hurts a lot. Could you help me rub it?"

He unzipped his pants and pulled out his penis. Ah, he was right, his penis was swollen and dark, it must be in a lot of pain. So I stroked his penis with my hand, and the old man said, "Thank you, little sister, I feel much better now." But I saw that his penis was even more swollen, and I asked worriedly, "Uncle, but your penis is even more swollen, doesn't it hurt?" The old man sighed and said, "Yes, it still hurts a lot. It's probably festering inside, but there's nothing I can do, I can't suck the pus out myself."

At this moment, I remembered my teacher's teaching: if you're going to help someone, help them to the end, so I said to the old man, "Let me help you suck it out, okay?" The old man smiled kindly and nodded at me.

I sucked his swollen penis for him. The old man made painful noises, "Ouch, ouch!" I saw that his head was swollen and red, and his penis was even more swollen. He said, "Little sister, suck quickly, the pus will come out soon." So I sucked hard for him, sucking for a long time before I could suck out the pus. Although it sprayed all over my mouth, I was very happy when I saw the old man's happy smile. The old man praised and thanked me. Although I told him not to be polite, I felt as sweet as if I had eaten candy. I deeply understood the meaning of the saying "Helping others is the source of happiness."

Teacher's comments: The sentences are fluent and the description is detailed. You know how to find the meaning of life in small things. Well written!

[IV] A Quiet Mood in the Park

I held my girlfriend's hand and walked into the woods. The grass and trees were as lush as before, so after we went in, it didn't feel as refreshing as before. But I saw other couples strolling around, and another couple sitting by a big tree, whispering and cuddling. Through the gaps in the branches, I saw the boy seem to have slipped his hand inside the girl's clothes, touching her. The thought of being able to be so intimate with my girlfriend later made my heart flutter. The thought of being seen by others while touching and cuddling with my girlfriend made my heart pound.

We walked along a well-trodden path to a big tree. The trunk was carved with many heart-shaped symbols, indicating that many couples had been there. Although my girlfriend and I didn't have any symbols carved, I remembered that we had kissed deeply under this tree before.

"Remember..."

I said, stroking the symbols on the trunk.

"Mmm..."

my girlfriend responded softly, looking up at me. Everything was reflected in her bright, watery eyes. At that moment, I felt that same dizzying, passionate feeling I had when I was pursuing her.

I gently stroked her flushed cheeks; they were so soft and delicate. As she closed her eyes, my lips were already pressed against hers, so soft. As my tongue darted to her lips, she naturally opened her small mouth, allowing my tongue to slip through her pearly teeth, invading her warm little mouth, searching for her tongue, and then intertwining with mine.

My girlfriend wrapped her arms around my waist, and I wrapped my arms around her back, the two of us pressing closer and closer together. I was glad she was wearing a thin bra today; I could feel the softness of her breasts against my chest.

I put the drink I had just bought on the ground, bent down, and didn't stand up immediately, because from this angle, I could see my girlfriend's two lovely, smooth legs. Without warning, I bent her legs and gently kissed her thighs.

My girlfriend exclaimed "Oh!" and then closed her eyes, letting me kiss her thighs upwards.

Not wanting to be too hasty and ruin the warm and romantic scene, I didn't go under her skirt, but kissed her outside her clothes. When I kissed her lower abdomen, she took a deep breath and exclaimed "Oh!" again. I continued kissing upwards.

Suddenly, I saw a figure outside the bushes behind my girlfriend. At first, I thought it was just a couple passing by, but they tiptoed to a stop and looked in our direction. Huh, looks like we've attracted a peeping tom! So, does this mean I can expose my girlfriend again? My heart started pounding with excitement.

I kissed my girlfriend's breasts. Don't forget, she was wearing a thin bra today, and with the way she was being kissed, she was already aroused. Even through her clothes, my mouth quickly found her nipples, gently nibbling and kissing them. My girlfriend moaned softly.

I looked behind her again; the figure was still there, peeping.

I was even more excited. Seeing my girlfriend enjoying my kiss with her eyes closed, I knew she was intoxicated.

Damn it! You're still enjoying your boyfriend's kisses, but your boyfriend is about to sell your body!

I reached out and pulled up my girlfriend's short skirt from behind. Wow, peeping tom, let me show you my girlfriend's beautiful, round, plump butt! What! Still think this light green silk panty doesn't look good on her butt? Fine, you can enjoy it then! I slowly peeled down my girlfriend's silk panty, revealing two half-white, round buttocks. What! Still not enough? Fine, I continued to peel down my girlfriend's silk panty, leaving it hanging on her thighs, her two round, white buttocks completely exposed. I grabbed them with both hands, rubbing, kneading, and pinching them, and my girlfriend started to pant a little. When I spread her buttocks apart, she made a "hmm" sound, opened her eyes, and hurriedly pushed me away, saying, "Fei, not here..."

I let go of her. Indeed, it was afternoon, and there weren't many weeds around this big tree, making it easy to be spotted. But that peeping tom should have clearly seen my girlfriend's white, tender buttocks. When I spread her buttocks apart, did that guy already see her dark-haired little pussy?

[Five] Staying Overnight

When my girlfriend and I traveled to the east, we stayed overnight at her aunt's house. That night, her aunt tidied up the guest room and said, "You two can sleep in this house together!" She even winked at me.

My girlfriend knew what she meant, and immediately put on a girlish reserve, laughing and saying, "I won't sleep with that slut! I'll sleep here, he can sleep on the sofa!" I don't know when it started, but my girlfriend started calling me "slut," it's so awful! I shrugged, indicating my helplessness. Her uncle also laughed and said, "Is this still the Qing Dynasty? Still so conservative? Credit cards have overdrafts, you can just use this as an advance on your honeymoon." This made my girlfriend and me blush and laugh awkwardly.

I had no choice but to sleep on the sofa in the living room. Because blankets had to be shared between my girlfriend and me, I only had one blanket. Luckily, there was an electric heater, otherwise I would have been freezing. Perhaps because I wasn't used to the unfamiliar place, I couldn't sleep. My mind kept replaying our past lovemaking, and the times I humiliated her. My mind was both excited and confused, my penis was swollen like a cucumber, and I was burning with desire.

Damn, this is going to be a nightmare! I absolutely have to get my girlfriend to help me out.

I quietly turned the lock on the guest room door. Actually, I didn't have much hope; I thought my girlfriend would lock the door. Huh, she hadn't locked it. I opened the door and was about to go in. Wait, I need to come up with an excuse. So I went back to the living room, brought the blanket into the room, covered my girlfriend with it, and then crawled into bed myself.

"Fei, you..."

My girlfriend woke up.

I quickly explained, "I only had one blanket in the living room, and it was cold, so I had to..."

My girlfriend turned around, not blaming me at all, and said, "Don't make excuses. There's an electric heater in the living room. I knew you were going to sneak in, so I didn't lock the door. I was waiting for you to come in."

After saying that, she hugged me, her warm, soft body pressed against mine. So she knew all along that I wouldn't be able to resist coming to her. You really can't underestimate a girlfriend's wisdom. Suddenly she exclaimed, "Wow, how come you're so swollen?"

I chuckled lewdly, "This hard rod is here to punish you!"

With that, I hugged her and kissed her little mouth. I'd kissed my girlfriend's little mouth many times, but every time I kissed her, it felt so adorable. She was still like it was our first kiss, letting me suck, lick, and bite her, before opening her little mouth to let my tongue invade, teasing her tongue inside, letting our saliva mingle.

I took the opportunity to place my hand on her thigh, pulling up her nightgown, and then gently caressed her thigh before touching her buttocks. Only then did I let her breathe, saying, "Your thighs are getting smoother and smoother, and your buttocks are getting rounder and rounder..."

My girlfriend whispered, "Is your hard rod here to punish my buttocks?"

I chuckled and said, "Of course not, it's here to punish you..."

With that, I flipped up her panties and touched her tender little vulva with my fingers.

My girlfriend was terrified by my sudden attack. She let out a cry and twisted her slender waist, trying to get away from me. Of course, I took the opportunity to hook one of her thighs up and then touched her vulva. This time she quickly surrendered, trembling all over. After I touched her two or three times, her vulva slowly began to seep out with lustful juices.

I said, "Wow, your little spring is flowing again, I want a sip."

With that, I wrapped my arms around her waist and buried my head between her legs.

"No, little pig, it's so embarrassing..."

My girlfriend grabbed my hair, trying to stop me from going down.

I had already stuck out my tongue, licking along the cleft of her thighs, teasing her labia. Her juices kept flowing out, and her legs tried to close tightly, but she wanted me to continue licking her. Finally, unable to resist my teasing, she let my hands pull them apart, her little pussy wide open. I kissed her, my tongue attacking her little hole.

"Ah...ah...no...I can't take it..."

My girlfriend started moaning.

Just then, I heard the door open outside, presumably my uncle and his wife were finishing up and going to the bathroom to clean up.

Suddenly, I had another thought of humiliating my girlfriend: Hehe, my girlfriend doesn't know the soundproofing in this house is terrible. It'll be good for her uncle to hear her moans; maybe he'll even fantasize about her! Thinking this, I probed my tongue into my girlfriend's pussy, teasing her clitoris with my tongue.

My girlfriend couldn't resist my teasing: "Oh...uh...husband...little pig...stop...I can't take it...come on and fuck me..."

Only then did I release her, unbutton and take off her nightgown, then took off my own clothes, quickly put on a condom, and hugged her again, caressing her two round, big breasts. Of course, when my fingers were pinching her nipples, she was already panting heavily.

I peeked through the crack in the door and saw what looked like a shadow outside. It was probably her uncle. Damn, was he eavesdropping like I was doing earlier? Hehe, was he trying to hear my girlfriend's cute moans? I said to my panting girlfriend, "Xia, your breasts are so big and tender, they feel so good to touch."

"My breasts aren't that big... ah... Auntie's breasts are the real deal..."

My girlfriend's moans were quite loud, which startled me. Damn, her uncle might be eavesdropping outside right now. Why did my girlfriend suddenly drag her aunt into this? She continued, "Last time they came to Taipei... you were staring at... Auntie's breasts... If you could touch and squeeze her breasts...

you would have felt amazing..."

Wow, my girlfriend even said things she shouldn't have. But I don't think her uncle will be angry, because he was there when I was staring at her aunt's breasts, but he didn't say anything.

Suddenly, I pressed down on my girlfriend and thrust my swollen cock straight into her wet pussy, making her dizzy and breathless. She started panting and moaning, "Oh... mmm..."

Of course, I wouldn't let her off easily. I kneaded her two big breasts with both hands, making her increasingly dazed. Her brows furrowed, her pretty face tilted back, her small mouth open, and she started moaning.

I teased my girlfriend, saying, "Shaoxia, you're so lewd. Do you want me to call a few more men to fuck you together?"

"You're so bad... saying I'm lewd... I don't want to..."

My girlfriend twisted her body, dissatisfied with me.

I deliberately stopped, not continuing, and said, "Then I'll stop..."

My girlfriend was almost at orgasm from me, and when I suddenly stopped, she really couldn't take it: "Don't do this... hurry... I want it... Uncle Hu... come in quickly... I want it so much...

ah..." Only then did I put my penis into her little hole again, deeply penetrating her little hole, and stirring it up and down and left and right.

I said, "How was it? Did you enjoy being fucked?"

"Ah...so good...so good...

oh...oh...fuck me harder..."

My girlfriend moaned repeatedly, abandoning her usual demureness and childlike innocence. She had no idea that the soundproofing in this house was terrible, and her uncle might have heard all her lewd words.

The thought of humiliating my girlfriend suddenly resurfaced in my mind. I said, "Should we go next door and call your uncle to come and fuck you too?" At this point, my girlfriend was completely lost in the moment, and she cried out in a soft, seductive voice, "No...ah...you bastard, you're so bad...

I'm your girlfriend...and you're making me let my uncle fuck me...ah ah...you're all raping me...ah...I can't take it anymore...I'll be fucked to death by you...ah ah..."

My heart was pounding. My girlfriend had finally said that she was being raped by her uncle. If her uncle was still eavesdropping outside the door, he would be thrilled to death. I also became excited and continued to torment her for half an hour before finally ejaculating. The next morning, my girlfriend and I came out of the room, and her uncle chuckled wickedly, "You young man, huh? How was your pre-honeymoon last night?"

My girlfriend blushed deeply; she didn't know that her moans, groans, and lewd words had been heard by her uncle, otherwise she would have been mortified.

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Seeing Brother Orange's post, the dance master was overjoyed, and turned that joy into motivation, allowing him to finish this article so quickly, as a way of repaying Brother Orange, Brother Mummy, Brother Sa, Brother Lao Xianjiao, and others. I'm really sorry, not many netizens liked my last essay, and I had to ask Brother iam139 to help me out of my predicament; I'm both grateful and embarrassed. But don't have too high expectations; not every instance of humiliating your girlfriend is exciting (there are quite a few recurring experiences, like my girlfriend being groped in shopping malls and on buses, which happened many times, so I haven't written about it again), and it also depends on whether you feel particularly excited while writing. What moved me most was that Mummy turned the "Dad's Evil Thoughts" segment into a spin-off story about Shao Xia, which I found incredibly exciting. This isn't the first time Mummy has written a spin-off about Shao Xia; last year's "Shao Xia Raped" almost made me have a nosebleed. I'm grateful to Mummy again this time.

I do enjoy sharing my experiences of humiliating my girlfriend with netizens. Although I've been writing for a long time, every time I see my girlfriend being humiliated, I still get excited and my heart races. As long as this feeling remains, and as long as netizens still enjoy it, I will continue writing. That's how life has hope:

I hope---Sa's computer recovers soon so he can continue posting about his girlfriend Xiao Yin; waiting too long will weaken his penis.

I hope---Old Master's pure girlfriend is written in the first person to create a sense of immersion. I

hope---all fellow enthusiasts of "springtime" or "humiliation" stories continue to flourish. I hope---

netizens won't doubt that if it's not well-written, it's not me, Hu Xiaodi; I'm a writer, after all.

Hope you all enjoy this…

That evening, my girlfriend and I were strolling aimlessly through the streets when we came across a martial arts gym belonging to a certain club. We weren't particularly interested in such gyms, thinking they were just places for delinquents to practice, but since we were bored anyway, we went over to take a look at the course registration forms displayed outside. Wow! Besides dragon dance, lion dance, Wing Chun, Tai Chi, karate, and fencing, they even taught ballroom dancing and waltz! Are

"martial arts" and "dance" homophones? And that's not all! They also offered yoga, meditation, and other courses. It's unbelievable that martial arts gyms have fallen to this level; even these clubs have to diversify their offerings to survive.

"Hey, didn't you say you wanted to learn ballroom dancing? Look, the classes here aren't expensive at all. This class is from 8:30 to 9:30 pm, you can come after dinner."

My girlfriend seemed very excited about the affordable and diverse classes, and she pulled me aside to look through the course brochures outside the gym.

I really need to learn ballroom dancing. Last time I went to a client company's dinner party, the company executives picked out a few pretty female colleagues to dance with. I was so clumsy, I almost stepped on my dance partner's toes two or three times, it was quite embarrassing. But then the SARS epidemic hit, and the company didn't do much business, so I gave up on it. My girlfriend, on the other hand, always remembers my things and reminds me, so I think learning ballroom dancing here is very convenient in terms of both location and time.

"Hmm, but aren't you worried that I'll hook up with other girls if I take this class alone?"

I wanted my girlfriend to take the class too, and the image of her being led around by other men to dance immediately flashed through my mind. Hehe, although it's not a big deal, I know that the thought of humiliating my girlfriend is stirring in my heart again.

"Ha, you're really shameless! Don't you even take a good look at yourself? Trying to hook up with other girls!"

My girlfriend chuckled. "But if you invite me to join, I'll reluctantly agree, as long as you show a little more sincerity."

"Miss, what kind of sincerity do you want me to win your heart?"

I knew my girlfriend loved it when I flattered her, so I gently held her hand, like Li Lianying serving Empress Dowager Cixi.

My girlfriend held up one finger and said, "First, you have to pay my tuition." Then she held up two fingers and said, "Then you have to buy me some pretty clothes. I need some decent clothes for ballroom dancing."

I felt cold sweat breaking out on my forehead, and I regretted it a little... However, although my girlfriend won the battle on the annoying issue of clothing, I'm not one to be trifled with. Since I'm going to spend money on clothes for her, I naturally have a say.

"This dress is too long, you'll look like one of the dwarfs in Snow White."

"This outfit is too thick, and the neckline is too high, you'll look like the old lady who pours tea for us at my company."

"This is so airtight, are you trying to look like an Egyptian mummy?" Of course, my nasty comments earned me a playful "beating" from my girlfriend, my chest becoming her punching bag. But it was quite effective; the beautiful dress my girlfriend ultimately chose had all the features I liked: low-cut, short skirt, thin fabric, and form-fitting. Wearing it, it revealed her alluring curves perfectly, and of course, her delicate arms and legs were also generously displayed. With the addition of high heels and light makeup, she was breathtakingly beautiful, radiating brilliance. Sure enough, on the first night of the course, my girlfriend, wearing a thin, short sundress, came hand-in-hand with me to the martial arts gym, immediately attracting envious glances from many men, especially the burly guys who were there to learn Wing Chun and Karate. They were surprised to see a beautiful woman in such a place, and they stared in a daze, some almost drooling.

"Let's not hold hands, let's see how many guys will pursue you!"

I felt quite proud seeing so many men looking at my girlfriend, especially when they stared at her. Their gazes would always drift from her pretty face to her breasts. Although they could only see the upper edges of her two tender breasts exposed by the low-cut sundress, their hungry eyes showed how much they wanted to slide the straps off her shoulders and admire her two high, firm breasts. Then their eyes would look down, as if they wanted to lift her short skirt, hold her in their arms, and play with her.

Thinking this, my penis gradually grew stronger.

My girlfriend held my hand tightly and said, "Am I dressed too sexily? If I don't hold your hand, I don't think I'll be able to handle all these unwanted suitors. I only feel at ease when you're protecting me."

My girlfriend knew how to coax me. Saying that satisfied my masculine urges, so I stopped refusing to hold her hand.

There were fifteen people in the ballroom dance class, seven boys and eight girls. Surprisingly, there were more girls than boys. Besides Shaoxia and me, there were three other couples, who seemed to be boyfriends/girlfriends or young married couples. They were all around our age or only slightly older. The other boys ranged in age from uncles to grandfathers, and one even looked like a father-in-law. It seemed like they were looking for some extra money. The girls, apart from the couples, were all in their thirties, and they looked like administrative staff. There was also a middle-aged woman, probably learning to dance out of boredom. Although the quality varied, they all dressed very beautifully, having spent a lot of money. Luckily, I bought my girlfriend a few evening gowns, otherwise she would have been outshone and very unhappy. As

soon as we sat down, the older men kept staring intently at my girlfriend and the other two younger, prettier girls, as if this wasn't socializing but rather prostitution.

"Good evening, everyone! My surname is Jiao, and you can all call me Master Jiao." Master Jiao was a short, stocky man in his forties, with short hair, a big nose, and a brownish complexion. "Welcome to this social dance class. I hope that after these twelve lessons, you will not only gain 'dance skills' but also perhaps find some beautiful women."

His gaze swept over the fifteen of us, trying to appear righteous, but I felt that the more righteous a guy appeared on the outside, the more lewd he was inside.

I saw his gaze finally settle on my girlfriend. I glanced at her out of the corner of my eye. Mr. Jiao, standing above me, had a perfect view of my girlfriend's two round, pink breasts peeking out from under her low-cut dress. Although they were covered by a small, thin bra, the alluring, barely-there appearance was definitely the main reason that attracted Mr. Jiao. I don't know if it was just my imagination or if it was real, but I noticed that something in Mr. Jiao's narrow pants seemed to have swelled up considerably in his crotch area. But Mr. Jiao seemed completely unfazed. Am I overthinking things?

"Now let's assign dance partners. Boys sit on the left, girls on the right, and then we'll have a 'speed dating' session," Master Jiao chuckled twice. "Alright, everyone get ready, pick your favorite partners, and take your seats!" The small dance hall, which originally only had sixteen people, suddenly became chaotic. The older "classmates" actively searched for their "prey," wanting to sit in the seats corresponding to the girls so that Master Jiao could assign them those girls as dance partners. My girlfriend and two other pretty girls naturally became the targets of everyone's attention.

I was secretly delighted. Hehe, that lecherous uncle picked my girlfriend; she'd be in for a rough time for the next twelve lessons... Wahaha, I get especially excited whenever I see my girlfriend being taken advantage of by other men. But my scheme didn't work out. When my girlfriend was about to sit across from me, she gave me a coded message: "Number one! Sit in number one!" Good heavens, my girlfriend is incredibly clever. She knows that in this chaotic situation, to accurately "pair up," you need to sit at the front or back. If you sit in the middle and the pair doesn't match, your partner will be chosen by someone else!

I had originally planned to pretend not to understand her hint and let her become someone else's dance partner for free, but she had already made it explicit, not just a hint. If I continued on my own, she might see through my strange habit of humiliating my girlfriend. Sigh, my plot failed this time. The whole class was in an uproar. My girlfriend deliberately sat here and there, and several uncles and elders hurriedly followed her. Finally, when Teacher Jiao gave the order, "Stop!"

my girlfriend calmly sat in the front seat, facing me from afar.

I then noticed that besides my girlfriend and me, there were two other couples also facing each other, only one of them had sat in the wrong seats. Sure enough, it's better to keep the good stuff within the family; my beautiful girlfriend should stay as her dance partner. Coach Jiao told us guys, "One, two, three!"

I shouted, "One!" and the guys behind me counted down, "Two, three, four, five, six, seven." Coach Jiao turned to the girls and said, "You guys count down too..."

My girlfriend was the first to shout, "One!" and the girls counted down, "Two, three..." Coach Jiao frowned and said, "No, no, the girls aren't in that order; you have to start counting from the back!"

His words caused an uproar among the boys, who started chattering excitedly. Some were happy, others were distressed. They had thought the pairings were going well, but now everything had changed. The uncles and elders were the ones who were happy. They had thought they wouldn't have a chance to get close to the pretty girls, but now the pairings had been reversed. The two couples who had been gazing at each other from afar were now separated, and the two pretty girls were now in the hands of two uncles. My Shaoxia, however, was number "eight" and had no one to pair up with. Master Jiao then smiled and said, "Since we're all here to learn ballroom dancing, we should also learn how to socialize. How can we learn well if it's always just two couples dancing alone?

I'm separating everyone like this so that everyone can make more friends." Hey, what he said made a lot of sense.

"Alright, everyone, please go up and bow to your dance partners, say 'Nice to meet you,' and I'll begin teaching you the first lesson of social dancing." After Master Jiao finished speaking, we all walked to our dance partners with the same number. My dance partner was a woman in her thirties. She wasn't exactly beautiful, but with her heavy makeup and suit, she did resemble my female manager at work, appearing somewhat noble and extraordinary.

"Master Jiao, I...I don't have a dance partner..."

My girlfriend watched me walk towards the woman, her voice somewhat aggrieved as she spoke to Master Jiao.

"Haha, don't worry, your dance partner is me!" Master Jiao stretched out his strong hand, gently pulled my girlfriend over, and bowed deeply in front of her, saying, "Please guide me!"

My girlfriend immediately returned the bow, also bowing deeply in front of him, saying, "Please guide me!" Normally, my girlfriend's politeness is a good thing, but she forgot that she was wearing a low-cut halter dress. With such a deep bow, the hem of her dress opened up in front of Master Jiao, displaying her two white, tender breasts. I knew that my girlfriend's bra was thin and small, and with such a bow, her breasts were truly exposed to the man's undisguised gaze. Of course, from my angle, I couldn't tell if her nipples were also exposed, but I could see that the bulge in Master Jiao's pants was even more prominent. Man proposes, God disposes. I thought my plot to humiliate my girlfriend had failed, but now she had been chosen by Master Jiao as his dance partner, and there were many scenes that were truly shocking.

"The boy's hand should gently rest on the girl's slender waist." Master Jiao instructed us while lightly placing his hand on my girlfriend's slender waist. They were standing on a higher platform, so we could all see them clearly. "Don't be too light, otherwise your dance partner will fall to the ground when you turn around... Don't be too forceful either, otherwise the girl will think you are taking liberties with her."

As he said this, he deliberately demonstrated the situation of "being too forceful" in front of us. He hugged my girlfriend's slender waist tightly, actually pressing my girlfriend's body against his body. To be precise, he pressed his bulging genitals against my girlfriend's lower body, causing her to let out a soft "moan". My girlfriend's halter-neck short dress tonight was very thin. With this, she must have been able to feel Master Jiao's masculine heat. Fortunately, the height difference between men and women meant that his heat might have accurately hit her vital spot.

We watched with our eyes reddening, but Master Jiao calmly explained, "That's how it is. It's not good if you make the girl moan; her boyfriend or husband won't hear it."

Master Jiao continued, "The position of your hands should be just on your waist, not too high..."

His hand moved towards my girlfriend's back, "That way, the girl's dance steps will be difficult to turn. But don't put them too low either..."

He really was a "good" instructor, demonstrating the wrong movements while explaining. His hand moved down to my girlfriend's slender waist, actually grabbing and kneading her tender buttocks. This time, not only were my girlfriend's two soft and bouncy buttocks touched by him, but because he hugged her tightly, he once again pressed her lower body against his male symbol, causing my girlfriend to let out another soft moan.

I saw my girlfriend's face turn red, but she didn't dare look at me, continuing to pretend to be calm as Master Jiao demonstrated the dance steps on stage, teaching several couples in the audience to dance gracefully. I also pretended it was a normal demonstration, offering no protests, but secretly I was delighted. Hehe, it seems this Master Jiao, besides being a dance expert, is also a lecherous fiend. Although he was explaining how to dance social dance, he was secretly taking advantage of my girlfriend. This was exactly what I wanted; I was hoping other men would get their hands on my girlfriend. Of course, with a beautiful and young girl like my girlfriend, what guy wouldn't want to take advantage of her, preferably have the opportunity to tease her, flirt with her, or even trick her into bed and have some lewd fun? This is the usual fate of beautiful women throughout history; nothing surprising.

Just like in my father's youth, my young and beautiful mother was also taken advantage of by the men around her. One of my father's friends, drunk, told me that he and two other of my father's "best friends" frequently visited my parents' house, getting my father completely drunk and unconscious. My mother, a delicate newlywed, was left to entertain them. These friends, of course, didn't miss this opportunity. First, they made suggestive remarks, then they started groping her. My mother was young and beautiful, and somewhat intoxicated; how could her fair and tender body withstand the lewdness of three experienced lecherous men? According to that guy, in less than ten minutes, my mother was moaning and wet with desire, and then they dragged her into the bridal chamber.

While my father was still lost in his drunken stupor in the living room, did he even know that his lovely wife had been dragged to that bridal bed by his friends for sex? Hehe, sometimes I think, maybe my dad is like me, enjoying humiliating his wife. Maybe he'd only feel pleasure if he saw other men pinning my mom down, spreading her legs, and thrusting their penises into her vagina.

That night, when we got home and were making love, I noticed my girlfriend's vagina was already wet.

I pretended to be surprised and said, "Attending these social dances really adds spice!"

I was thinking to myself that her wetness was probably from that Mr. Jiao deliberately demonstrating the wrong techniques and the way he teased her. Social dance classes are held twice a week, on Tuesdays and Fridays. After the first class on Friday, my girlfriend called me on Tuesday to remind me not to forget the evening's class. It seems she enjoys these classes. Even though Mr. Jiao intentionally or unintentionally takes advantage of her, it's still a kind of excitement in her ordinary life, so she, like me, eagerly anticipates the next class. That evening, my girlfriend was still wearing a short dress, but not a low-cut, halter-neck style; instead, it was backless with a neck tie. Of course, this backless style wasn't as exaggerated as celebrities showing their entire back; it only revealed half of her back. Many girls on the street have been dressing like this lately, nothing special.

I noticed that Master Jiao was a little disappointed. After all, my girlfriend's pink back wasn't as alluring as when she wore a low-cut dress revealing a deep cleavage. But he was still very "dutiful" in instructing us. This lesson taught us the technique of "letting go" of our female dance partners and then "bringing them back.

" "...Hold your partner's right hand with your right hand, and then gently push her waist out with your left hand. At this moment, the girl will use the momentum to spin out. Then you forcefully hook your right hand, and the girl can use the momentum to spin back. You then hold her slender waist." As Master Jiao spoke, he immediately demonstrated on stage with my girlfriend. My girlfriend has a certain talent for dancing. Master Jiao only explained a few words, but she already understood and, on stage, cooperated with his push, smoothly performing the whole routine for us. Master Jiao continued, "The hook force can't be too weak, or you'll throw your dance partner off... Oh, I can't demonstrate this, otherwise Miss Vivian will get hurt if I throw her off the stage."

My girlfriend burst out laughing, and we both found it hilarious. "The hook force also can't be too strong, or it'll be a planetary collision. In that case, you have to hold her tight and rotate in the same direction to dissipate the centripetal force..."

After saying that, he demonstrated it to us with my girlfriend. This time, when he "pulled" her back to his side, the hooking force of his arms increased, making the centripetal force of her spin many times greater. Sure enough, when she spun back, the inertia made it impossible for her to stop, and she fell into his arms. Master Jiao hugged her, pressing his chest against hers, squeezing and pressing, which made her let out a soft "Mmm" or "Ah." But the spinning force hadn't stopped, so he took the opportunity to spin her around again. This time, everyone in the audience was stunned, because at that moment, my beautiful and lovely girlfriend's short skirt flew up. This time, her dress wasn't fitted at the waist; when it lifted, it went all the way up to her fair, tender belly, revealing her entire lower body to us. Only her tiny lace panties showed the furry shadow of her genitals. I'd seen it countless times, of course, but none of the other men present had ever witnessed such a sight. They couldn't help but swallow hard, especially two men of uncle's age, who were completely mesmerized, wishing they could rush onto the stage and rip off her panties to admire the difference between this cute, innocent girl's tender vulva and those of those little sluts. The funniest part was when the girl finished spinning and stood up, the dress naturally drooped down, exposing her entire lower body, but she was completely unaware, continuing to stand on the stage smiling. One of the uncle's "classmates," knowing she was my girlfriend, even gave me a thumbs up and said, "Your girlfriend's figure is absolutely amazing!" Looking at his lecherous face, I was genuinely worried he might sneak into my house one day and, while I wasn't home, pin my girlfriend down and take advantage of her.

Master Jiao usually only taught the first half of the lesson, leaving the second half for us to practice on our own. Then he would teach each couple individually, leaving my girlfriend to practice the steps alone.

Next to me was an older man, around fifty years old, whose dance partner was the girlfriend of one of the couples. Judging by his lecherous nature, he didn't care about the dance steps at all; he just held that beautiful girl in his arms and danced. Damn, this was cheaper than hiring prostitutes to dance at a nightclub, especially since the girl was innocent and naive, completely bewildered in his arms, while her boyfriend glared and sneered, yet still followed the rules, watching with pity as that older man held and groped his girlfriend.

"Hey, sir, that's not how you dance! This won't do. Do you remember the steps from the last lesson? What does shaking your head mean? Remember that!" Even Master Jiao was a little annoyed this time, but after all, the old man was his "customer." With the economy in such a bad state, the concept of "the customer is

always right" held true, so he couldn't afford to offend them. He patiently taught him the steps again. The old man was still clumsy, leaving Master Jiao at a loss. He couldn't very well pretend to be the woman and dance with the old man himself, so he turned to my girlfriend and said, "Miss Vivian, you dance well. Come help this old man; he's forgotten the steps from last time."

My girlfriend is always so kind-hearted; she's always ready to help others in need. Sure enough, she patiently taught the old man to dance, but I noticed the old man was beaming with joy. How could he have imagined that his clumsiness would lead to such an unexpected reward—dancing with such a beautiful girl like my girlfriend? It wouldn't be accurate to say he had a bad memory; he actually remembered Master Jiao's incorrect demonstration and repeated it on my girlfriend.

I saw his large hand mercilessly pressing and kneading her two plump, elastic buttocks, while he held her tightly, rubbing her genitals against his own. Finally, I saw my girlfriend move his impudent hand to her slender waist. Then, the old man, wanting to learn the spinning dance steps taught in the lesson, let my girlfriend go, then pulled her back. It wouldn't have been a big deal, but before she could turn around, he grabbed her. I heard my girlfriend cry out, "Ah, you…!" I stared wide-eyed, and wow, where was that old man's hand? He had been holding her tightly while her back was turned, and his rough hands were deliberately on her breasts. When we looked at him, his hands were right on her breasts. No wonder my girlfriend cried out.

When the uncle saw us all staring at him, he said embarrassedly, "I'm sorry..."

My girlfriend blushed, and not wanting to scold him any further, she quickly said, "It's alright, it's alright, maybe he made a mistake in his dance steps and accidentally bumped into me..." That helped him out of the awkward situation. That evening, after class, as I was about to go home with my girlfriend, Teacher Jiao came over and patted her shoulder, saying, "Your girlfriend is too kind. A pretty girl like her is easily taken advantage of. If needed, I can teach her a few self-defense techniques; that would be safer."

I noticed that Teacher Jiao spoke with an air of righteousness, but his eyes were lurking around my girlfriend's ample bosom. I thought to myself: Damn, it seems you're the more of a pervert. Are you suggesting I hire a pervert to teach my girlfriend self-defense techniques? If it were any other guy, he would have refused outright, but I secretly hoped my girlfriend would agree. Unfortunately, my girlfriend politely declined his offer, saying, "No need,"

pointing at me, "With him as my strong protector, I won't be afraid." I felt ashamed; my girlfriend considered me her loyal protector, but in reality, I wasn't protective at all, and sometimes I even deliberately let other men pluck this flower from my skin.

Good times don't last. My company suddenly received a major client's order, and even the head office sent a big boss to personally oversee the project. We were immediately incredibly busy and couldn't go to our dance class anymore. Luckily, I was still able to wait for her downstairs when she got home. When work was stressful, I actually wanted to make love to my girlfriend to relax, so on my way home from work, I kept thinking about her graceful body. That night, when I followed her into the bedroom, seeing her lovely hips swaying so beautifully, my desire was burning within me. Suddenly, I hugged her from behind, wanting to immediately push her onto the bed to relieve my immediate urge. Suddenly, my girlfriend twisted her slender waist, and her elbow swept across my chest. Before I could react, her foot had already lightly swept towards me. I hadn't expected her to do that, and in a panic, I stepped back, lost my balance, and cried out, "Ouch!" as I fell to the ground.

"Oh, I'm sorry,"

my girlfriend quickly turned around to help me up, but seeing my embarrassed and disheveled appearance, she couldn't help but laugh. "Hehe, hehehe, you're always so eager. You didn't succeed this time, did you?"

She helped me up. My butt was still a little sore, and the lust I had just felt had vanished. I pretended to be fierce and said, "What are you doing! Trying to murder your husband?"

My girlfriend giggled and said, "Master Jiao's anti-wolf techniques are very useful. If you're rude to me again, I'll use these moves on you." Damn

, when did Master Jiao teach her anti-wolf techniques? No wonder she always arrives half an hour early before her ballroom dance class; she must be there to learn a few moves, right? Tonight, I just happened to be walking into a trap, grabbing her from behind like a pervert, and she tripped me with her anti-wolf technique.

"Are you learning anti-wolf skills from Master Jiao? Be careful, don't let this old wolf fool you."

I said with a hint of sarcasm. I had originally wanted my girlfriend to learn kung fu from Master Jiao, to see how other men would touch her, but I'm too busy with work right now and don't have time to learn with her. What will Master Jiao teach my girlfriend when I'm not around? Will he pretend to be a pervert and grab her indiscriminately? Although I enjoy humiliating my girlfriend, not being there myself, and knowing that she's being "instructed" by this lecherous Master Jiao, naturally makes me feel a little sarcastic.

"Only you would think such things. Her mind isn't as dirty as yours,"

my girlfriend said, pointing her finger at me. She massaged my lower back, asking with concern, "What's wrong? Does it still hurt? Did it

hurt a lot when you fell?" The pain had subsided, but the gentle massage of her soft hands on my back felt incredibly pleasurable. Suddenly, I hugged her tightly. She cried out, and I flipped her over, pinning her to the sofa. This time, she didn't resist, nor did she exert any effort; she obediently let me do as I pleased…

That big client had a large business and high demands. Their VP said they were flying to Vienna Friday evening, and the boss told us to work ourselves to the bone to finish the proposal so the VP could review it on the plane. We ended up working through Thursday night, finally finishing around 5 PM the next day. The boss had someone deliver the document directly to the client at the airport, and then treated us to a meal. We were exhausted and starving, barely recognizing what the food was, so we just shoveled it down to fill our stomachs and then stumbled home. Back home, I collapsed onto the bed and fell asleep instantly. Around 7 or 8 AM, my girlfriend woke me up; she had already prepared food for me. I ate a few more bites, climbed back into bed, and drifted off to sleep again. I vaguely remember telling her before bed to call me after her ballroom dancing class so I could pick her up. But I forgot how she answered, and then I fell asleep again. I was suddenly awakened by the clatter of a door opening, followed by my girlfriend's sweet, clear voice saying, "My boyfriend worked all night at the company last night and didn't get home until this afternoon. I didn't want to wake him to pick me up. I'm so sorry, you'll have to take me home."

"Oh, haha." A slightly unfamiliar male voice replied. I thought it must be Mr. Jiao, the dance instructor. He said, "It's alright. A pretty girl like you is easily targeted by bad people, so it's safer for me to take you home." It turned out Mr. Jiao was taking my girlfriend home; at least he has some conscience.

"Would you like to come in and sit down? I'll pour you a cup of tea."

"I'm so sorry, but it's nice to see your home." Mr. Jiao's voice approached from afar. He seemed to walk into the living room and even looked around the house. "Not bad, your house is quite clean. My kids always leave things lying around; if you saw it, you'd think you were walking into a garbage dump." He seemed to walk to our bedroom, open the door, and turn around to say, "Your boyfriend looks very tired; he's snoring so loudly. Does he usually snore?"

He then gently closed the bedroom door.

I was actually awake, but still very tired and didn't want to get up to greet him, so I pretended to be asleep and continued snoring.

"Master Jiao, come have some tea,"

my girlfriend's voice said. Then came the sound of teapot and teacups.

"How long have you been living in this area? Pretty good, right? A few of my relatives also want to rent here."

"My boyfriend likes it here, saying the transportation is convenient.

I actually don't really like the old districts; there are too many indecent assault cases, it's dangerous for us girls."

"Hehe, that's why I told you to learn some self-defense techniques, so you can fend off any perverts you encounter and then escape."

"Right, right, hehe, last time my boyfriend hugged me from behind, I used the 'turn the tables' technique you taught me to block him, but he faked a move and fell to the ground in fright, hehe." Unbelievable! My girlfriend was telling Master Jiao about my embarrassing moments.

"That proves the techniques I taught you are very useful," Master Jiao boasted in front of my girlfriend. There was a moment of silence, I don't know if they were drinking tea or talking about something else.

"Master, would you like some of these cookies? They're really fragrant..." It was my girlfriend's voice. It seemed she didn't have much to say to him, and seeing him stubbornly drinking tea and refusing to leave, she had no choice but to ask if he wanted some cookies. Suddenly, my girlfriend let out a low scream: "Master Jiao, you...!"

I was in the room, not knowing what was happening, but my mind was racing – could Master Jiao have been groping or hugging her?

"Nothing much, just wanted to test how well you've learned your anti-wolf techniques," came Master Jiao's voice. "Use the skills I taught you, see if you can break free?" Damn it, I wasn't wrong, Master Jiao had probably forcibly hugged my girlfriend.

A surge of excitement coursed through me, my penis throbbing. I slipped off the bed and gently opened the door a crack. My room was dark, the living room was bright, so it shouldn't be easy for anyone to notice.

I saw my girlfriend wearing a shirt and a skirt tonight, and Master Jiao was hugging her slender waist from behind. Damn that pervert! I saw him push and squeeze my girlfriend's already prominent breasts upwards, making them even larger, almost bursting through the buttons of her shirt. My girlfriend genuinely thought this "master" was going to teach her some self-defense techniques, and earnestly tried to use the same move she used against me, elbowing him in the chest. But Master Jiao didn't back down, stubbornly resisting her elbow, while his other hand reached up and firmly grasped my girlfriend's breast. Damn, I watched my girlfriend being played with like this by this man in his thirties or forties, Master Jiao, and my eyes almost popped out. Master Jiao's strange hand abandoned her breasts and moved towards her lower abdomen. I saw him pull down and then up, lifting half of my girlfriend's skirt, and then wantonly caressing her smooth, delicate thighs. At this point, my girlfriend elbowed him again, pushing his hand away.

"Haha, not bad, you've learned very well, handling it with ease," Master Jiao praised her, still holding my girlfriend.

My girlfriend has the personality of a little girl; she loves being praised and flattered. When Master Jiao said that, she modestly said, "It's nothing." But from her sweet smile, I knew she was secretly delighted.

Damn, my girlfriend is just that kind of girl—sweet-looking, mature-figured, but her brain seems immature at all. Even though she's working, she's still so easily fooled.

"Ready? Watch out for my hands!" Master Jiao spoke in a

"master teaching apprentice" tone, but I could see the lustful look on his face. He suddenly grabbed my girlfriend and pushed her onto the sofa.

Damn, I'm a bad kid, I should die! They're all out of my sight! "Hmm..."

My girlfriend suddenly groaned, "No...no...I can't calm down...I have no strength...hmm..." Master Jiao said, "Take a deep breath, and your mind will calm down!" as if he was still teaching her.

"Hmm...no...deep breath doesn't work either...oh hmm..."

My girlfriend made a series of seductive sounds.

"You have to try, even if you can't. Try some more deep breathing."

"Oh... I really can't... you're making my...

my breasts feel so numb..."

my girlfriend gasped. "Stop... I surrender... umm... oh..." What?! Master Jiao is touching my girlfriend's breasts?

Hearing my girlfriend's panting, I didn't feel angry at all. Instead, I felt a strange excitement. I wanted to see if my beloved girlfriend had really let this guy touch her breasts.

I risked sticking my head out. Wow, the scene on the sofa almost made me have a nosebleed! I saw Master Jiao holding my girlfriend and sitting her on the sofa. He had one arm around her slender waist, and the other hand was already inside her shirt, kneading and kneading her breasts. My girlfriend's cheeks were flushed, and her delicate hands seemed to be trying to push him away, but she had no strength at all. At this moment, Master Jiao moved his other hand to her knee and then moved it up her tender thigh. My girlfriend hurriedly used one hand to block his hand, but his other hand inside her breast started to stir again. Damn it, he knew my girlfriend's weakness very well. With his touch, my girlfriend went limp again, and his rough hand on her thigh could easily slip inside her skirt.

"Ah...no...I really can't..."

my girlfriend pleaded in defeat, "Don't go in...ah...ah...really don't put it in...

ah...there...ah...oh...it's so embarrassing..."

"No wonder your deep breaths didn't work, you're too sensitive. Look how wet it is, it's easy for my fingers to go in." Master Jiao's voice changed, losing its previous instructor's tone and becoming more like a lewd and flirtatious man harassing a girl.

"Ah...I don't want to do it anymore...I won't learn...don't dig in...ah...don't...don't take off my pants...umm..."

My girlfriend let out a soft moan, but it wasn't too loud.

I risked sticking my head out, but I didn't dare stick it out too far. I glanced at her and then pulled back, then stuck my head out again to peek. This time, I saw Master Jiao pull my girlfriend's panties off her skirt. Damn, seeing this, I excitedly covered my nose, afraid it would bleed. My other hand couldn't help but reach into my crotch, grasping my swollen penis.

"Hmm...hmm...hmm..." There was a commotion on the sofa. I saw in the mirror that Master Jiao had finally revealed his true colors, pinning my girlfriend down on the sofa.

"Oh...don't do this...I have a boyfriend...hmm...ah...I'm not learning kung fu anymore...let me go..."

My girlfriend struggled a few times, but Master Jiao's large hands suppressed the commotion on her breasts and under her skirt. Then Master Jiao lifted her skirt. My god, my girlfriend wasn't wearing anything under her skirt. Her fair thighs and lower abdomen were exposed, and of course, her dark pubic hair was also exposed.

My girlfriend hurriedly covered her skirt, saying, "Ah... my boyfriend is sleeping in the room... I'll wake him... no..."

I saw her struggling, hoping to escape from under him. But I know my girlfriend best; she's very sensitive, and if a man secretly teases her, she'll become incredibly aroused and weak. Perhaps because of what she said, Mr. Jiao looked up and glanced towards my room. I quickly pulled my head back inside. Damn it, thank goodness I was quick; he almost discovered me. The room was dark; he probably didn't notice me peeking from behind the door.

I cursed myself inwardly! What a jerk! Are you stupid? That beautiful girl in the living room is your girlfriend, and she's being violated, while you're cowering in your room! The one afraid of being discovered should be that pervert, not you! (Haha, my mom is so wronged. It has nothing to do with her, but when she curses, she brings her up. Luckily, these curses won't come true, otherwise she'd be getting fucked dozens of times a day for no reason.) After a while, I didn't dare peek out again. I listened to the sounds in the living room from behind the door. I only heard a commotion, but not my girlfriend's voice, so I risked peeking out again. Damn it, it turned out that Mr. Jiao's big mouth was already pressed against my girlfriend's cherry lips, and they were kissing passionately. No wonder my girlfriend couldn't speak, and I couldn't see her struggling. She was probably confused by this guy, and her mouth was open, letting his tongue tease her. He had already unbuttoned her shirt. The front-fastening bra I bought for her was now conveniently taken by this scoundrel, easily undone by him. His hands were kneading and teasing her two large, white breasts, his thumb constantly fiddling with her nipples, making them hard and erect, slowly turning red. Damn

, my usually innocent girlfriend can't resist a guy's teasing; she quickly turns into a slut. Sure enough, she writhed her slender waist like a snake, allowing that lecherous man to caress her thin, tender thighs. Her skirt was lifted up to her waist, and her two plump buttocks swayed on the sofa, allowing this wicked master's rough hands to touch and knead them.

I looked closely, and wow, when did this Master Jiao unzip his pants and pull out his huge penis? He must have worked out a lot; his penis was thick and black, with a particularly large glans. The whole penis looked like a fat arrow, pointing directly at my girlfriend's private parts.

"No...don't do this..." was my girlfriend's voice. She protested as Mr. Jiao's lips left hers, but it was weak and helpless, utterly ineffective. As his lips moved down her neck, kissing her breasts and nipples, she began to moan, "Ah...no...I still have a boyfriend..." Damn it

, would she even remember me as her boyfriend? I saw her already aroused and slick with lust, slumped on the sofa, completely at his mercy. I didn't even think of rescuing her; instead, my heart pounded wildly with excitement, as if it would leap out of my mouth. Mr. Jiao was truly experienced, giving my girlfriend no chance to catch her breath. His right hand reached between her legs. I saw her legs trying to close together, but his right palm had already slipped inside her. After teasing her for a while, I saw her legs slowly part on their own. I saw his fingers digging into her vagina, constantly stroking it, while her lustful fluids gushed out, dripping onto the sofa.

Suddenly, Master Jiao's hands touched her tender buttocks, lifting them up. Then, he pressed his thick waist down on her, and with a "plop," my girlfriend let out a soft cry. Her legs, which had been unable to spread apart, trembled and pressed tightly against his strong waist, her delicate skin rubbing against the coarse hair on his thighs.

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!" I cheered inwardly, feeling an unusual excitement watching my beloved girlfriend being raped, humiliated, and violated by another man. Master Jiao's stamina was astonishing. Despite being over forty, he was like a young man in his twenties, riding on my girlfriend and thrusting hard without mercy. His thick, dark penis pumped in and out of her tender vagina, and what was most stimulating was that his large, arrow-shaped glans always pulled out the delicate flesh inside my girlfriend's vagina with each withdrawal.

I stood there dumbfounded at the doorway, squinting to get a better look. Just then, Master Jiao spread her legs wider, allowing me to see her vulva. Wow, sure enough, every time he pulled out his penis, the tender flesh inside my girlfriend's labia majora and minora was turned inside out. Damn, what a lucky day! I actually got to see my girlfriend being raped in such a lewd way. When I was little, I heard adults swearing at me, saying they wanted to turn my mother's tender vulva inside out, but I didn't understand what it meant. Now, seeing my girlfriend's vulva being turned inside out and squeezed in by Master Jiao, I realized how obscene this situation really was. I also realized that the adult who scolded me when I was little might really want to make my mother look like that. I've also secretly seen my mother's plump, tender vulva. What would that vulva look like when it's turned inside out?

"Master...you're a pervert...ah..."

My girlfriend finally managed to gasp out after being raped for a while. "Hehe," Master Jiao's expression had changed from his usual stern demeanor to that of a lecherous wolf. "Don't blame me. Blame it on your inadequate self-defense skills. If you hadn't slept with me tonight, you would have been slept with by other men sooner or later." As he spoke, he freed both hands to fondle and squeeze her breasts, deliberately lifting them up from below to make them appear rounder and plumper, like balloons about to burst. He added, "Damn it, stop pretending to be innocent. You've got plenty of experience, haven't you? A few thrusts and you're already this satisfied!"

My girlfriend was genuinely both embarrassed and aroused by his ministrations, her hips involuntarily... She thrust forward, responding to his lewd advances, her face flushed as she hummed, "Ah... I didn't... it's all your... bad intentions... you said you'd teach me... but you slept with me... my boyfriend... is still sleeping inside." Master Jiao continued his vigorous thrusting into her tender cunt, saying, "Hehe, teaching this dance class is really great. Last time I slept with several married women who had been married for two or three years, but this time I got to fuck a 'wet' little beauty like you, it's so amazing. You know, the first time I saw you, I wanted to fuck you." Damn, he'd spoken his true feelings. No wonder he arranged for my girlfriend to be his dance partner on the first day of group assignments! 02-18

(Part 33) Matchmaker [Part 1]

At this moment, I watched Master Jiao and my girlfriend, two fleshy worms, entwined together. Initially, my girlfriend was being pinned down by him, looking somewhat violated. Then I saw him pick her up, strip her upper body naked, and then, holding her beautiful buttocks, vigorously violate her. The intense rhythm of the violation left me stunned. Just as I was standing there dumbfounded, I didn't expect Master Jiao to look into my room again. Before I could react, our eyes met. He was startled, and I was stunned too, thinking to myself, "This is bad!" "Don't stop... Master Jiao..." Unexpectedly, at this awkward moment, Master Jiao stopped what he was doing, and my girlfriend actually told him not to stop! Her face was resting on Master Jiao's shoulder, unaware of the awkward situation we were in.

I stood there dumbfounded, not knowing what to do. Seeing that I didn't react, Master Jiao continued to hold my girlfriend's slender waist, shaking his thick waist and thrusting his penis hard, penetrating her tender vagina again and again.

My girlfriend probably felt a sense of having regained what she had lost, and she started moaning, even babbling incoherently: "Master Jiao...you're so strong...you're going to break my hole...ah..." Master Jiao had just been testing the waters, and seeing that I was still staring blankly, not intending to interfere, he became excited. He grabbed my girlfriend's beautiful buttocks with both hands and slapped her tender vagina hard with his big penis. I saw his arrow-shaped glans pull back the tender flesh of my girlfriend's vagina, even drawing out the overflowing lustful fluid from her vagina. He lifted my girlfriend's tender buttocks with both hands, hooked her legs, and my girlfriend's two beautiful legs voluntarily wrapped around his thick waist, even sticking out her slender belly, letting him fuck her. Her breasts, already quite full, now thrust out even more actively, swaying in front of Master Jiao. Her two small, erect nipples, flushed a deep red with excitement, trembled with the rhythm of his violation, as if greeting him. Master Jiao gave me a smirk, then raised his eyebrows, as if to taunt me: "See, your girlfriend is the one who seduced me, don't blame me!" Then he grabbed her large breasts with both hands. My goodness, he had no sense of tenderness whatsoever! He squeezed and kneaded my girlfriend's delicate breasts with his large hands, almost rubbing them raw, nearly tearing them. Luckily, my girlfriend hadn't given birth yet, otherwise he would have squeezed out milk!

When he got really aggressive, I saw the veins on his forehead bulging from his clenched teeth. He braced himself on the sofa, his thick waist thrusting rapidly against my girlfriend. The sounds of "plop plop plop," "slap slap slap," and "squeak squeak squeak," combined with my girlfriend's moans, created a lewd symphony. I couldn't tell if she was in pleasure or pain; I only heard her intermittent moans: "Ah... I can't take it anymore... I'm dying... You're going to tear my tender cunt apart..." A

chill ran down my spine. Would he kill my girlfriend with this kind of brutality? But then her lewd words changed again, "Ah... faster... fuck me harder..." Master Jiao looked up at me with a lewd grin and continued to rape my girlfriend, driving her to the brink of ecstasy. He even deliberately said to her, "Wow... I didn't expect you to be so horny at such a young age. You're such a slut who needs a man to fuck you! Your boyfriend doesn't satisfy you, that's why you're so wanton, right?" Damn it, he was actually mocking me like that in front of my girlfriend and me.

My girlfriend was already ravaged to the point of exhaustion, her body limp, panting so hard she could barely speak: "Ah... um... he's been too busy lately..." What?! My girlfriend saying that means I've been too busy lately and haven't satisfied her, which is why she's acting so wanton! Damn it! My girlfriend was probably speaking her true feelings when she was on the verge of climax! Fellow netizens, you really need to take good care of your wives or girlfriends. Remember, no matter how busy you are, you must satisfy her. Otherwise, she'll not only be easily seduced and raped by other men, but she'll also tell them you can't satisfy her, and might even say you're impotent. Oh

dear, I remember a few years ago my dad was also very busy with work, and I rarely heard them having sex, but my mom always looked radiant. Could it be that other men were satisfying her? "Tonight, I'll replace your boyfriend and satisfy you!" Master Jiao chuckled lewdly, riding her and thrusting.

My girlfriend was being fucked so hard that she was experiencing wave after wave of orgasms, her panting and moaning incessantly. She was hooking her legs around his thick buttocks, her hands tightly wrapped around him, her breasts pressed against his muscular chest, and her beautiful buttocks actively welcoming his large penis, allowing him to penetrate even deeper. Amidst the chaotic moans, I could hear her panting as she said, "...feed me...feed me..." Master Jiao's stamina was truly impressive; after so long, his large penis was still throbbing with veins, making my girlfriend drip with lustful fluids.

I saw that both of them were flushed, knowing they were very excited. Master Jiao then stepped down, standing to one side of the sofa, and pulled my girlfriend over, placing her delicate buttocks on the armrest of the chair, making her entire vulva bulge. He then bent her legs, exposing her plump, tender vagina to his view, allowing his engorged penis to thrust in and out.

My girlfriend seemed to realize that Mr. Jiao was about to climax, and hurriedly tried to push him away, saying, "...Ah...no...don't ejaculate like that...don't ejaculate inside...I haven't taken any pills...I'm still in my fertile period...ah...no..."

Damn, I usually tell my girlfriend to take birth control pills, but she always thinks they have side effects and make her gain weight, so she doesn't take them. How could she have imagined that she would be raped by her dance instructor tonight? Although my girlfriend said that, she still let Mr. Jiao rape her. Maybe the more dangerous something is, the more exciting it is. Otherwise, why would my mother have several abortions after giving birth to my sister? Maybe she was also looking for excitement, which is why my father got her pregnant. Hmm, maybe it wasn't even my father who was involved? Mr. Jiao was panting heavily at this moment, and didn't say anything. I just saw him thrusting hard dozens of times, fucking her tender cunt deeply and heavily, and finally forcefully inserting his entire big cock into her cunt, "hissing" as he ejaculated hot, thick semen.

Watching Mr. Jiao tremble all over, it seemed he ejaculated just as many times as I did, lasting a good two or three minutes before pulling his penis out. I saw milky white semen oozing from my girlfriend's vagina.

While my girlfriend was still lying on the sofa, panting heavily, Mr. Jiao had already dressed, winked at me, and I even smiled and nodded at him. Then he walked away, and I climbed back into bed, recalling the scene of my girlfriend being raped, and started masturbating… Afterwards, although my girlfriend didn't want to go to her ballroom dance class—probably because she was afraid of feeling awkward seeing him after being raped by Mr. Jiao that night—I still dragged her to class, wondering when Mr. Jiao would come back and rape my girlfriend again. But when we returned to the ballroom dance class, Mr. Jiao was gone, replaced by another instructor, and my girlfriend naturally breathed a sigh of relief.

Later, I inquired around and heard that he had gone to rape another young woman in another class. When the woman's husband suddenly came home, he didn't run away but smiled at him, resulting in the husband injuring his penis and eventually being arrested by the police. Oh my god! Did I do something wrong to him?

This year's Lunar New Year came exceptionally early, right after the New Year, so in addition to wishing everyone a Happy New Year, I would also like to extend my special wishes to all my old friends who are into lustful things in the Year of the Monkey! However, it is said that monkeys are very lewd animals (I often see monkeys mating in the zoo in a very blatant manner). In this Year of the Monkey, when wild monkeys are rampant, everyone should take good care of their beautiful wives and darlings. If you are not careful (or deliberately let a lewd monkey take advantage of you, and your beautiful lover is seduced into bed, teased into adultery, or wantonly violated, then don't be too sad. You can take the opportunity to watch your girlfriend being stripped naked and pinned down by someone else, moaning in that lewd scene, and feel the inexplicable feeling of being humiliated by your girlfriend, which is both tense and exciting! The Spring Festival is of course a happy and joyful day for everyone (besides being the beginning of a new year, there is also the fact that you can get a lot of red envelopes and extra income). For me, however, it is a special day: nine years ago, on the third day of the Lunar New Year, was the day when my girlfriend Shaoxia and I first met. However, I initially didn't know the date of this "first meeting," and thought it was on the university's open day.

I. University Open Day

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※※※ This series on humiliating my girlfriend has already covered too many lewd stories, so allow me to record

a pure and innocent first encounter between my girlfriend and me, for my own remembrance. ※※※

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This was my first year of university; Shaoxia was still in her final year of high school. In my memory, we hadn't even met before.

I thought that university open day was the day we first met, so even though it's been several years, I still remember it. On that day, a few of us freshmen helped upperclassmen set up some introductory displays for our subjects. I remember one of the upperclassmen, named A-Jing, when he asked us for help, he said, "I'm giving you guys a chance to meet the girls." Then he grinned lecherously and said, "Hehe, those high school girls are all budding, with full, round butts and breasts, but they're innocent and lively, easy to seduce..."

A-Jing was true to his word. On the open day, he immediately gave us a lot of demonstrations. Whenever a pretty girl walked by, he would immediately and attentively explain things to her. When a few girls who seemed interested listened with rapt attention, he would take the opportunity to put his hand on their shoulders and exchange phone numbers with them, saying he'd give them more information later. In just one morning, more than a dozen girls gave him their phone numbers. Damn, what a master at flirting!

Around noon, Shaoxia and her two female classmates came over. Wow, I don't know if it's true that birds of a feather flock together, but when the three of them came up to us, we boys were all stunned. My god, they were so beautiful! It was midday, and the weather was a bit hot. Although the girls walked over, their pretty faces were still flushed, and tiny beads of sweat appeared on their foreheads, making them even more alluring. Of the five or six pairs of eyes we had, I think more than half were on Shaoxia. It wasn't just her pretty face and bright, lively eyes that exuded a mesmerizing girlish charm, but also her round, perky chest that almost made us drool. What was most endearing was that she didn't have the arrogance that many pretty girls put on; instead, she was approachable and generously showed off her charming smile.

Senior A-Jing immediately went up to her, his words flowing like a burst dam. Damn, he was being way too blatant! It was completely backfiring. The two girls next to Shao-Xia were already getting impatient and were trying to pull her away, but Shao-Xia seemed quite interested in listening. I saw her blinking her big eyes, not only looking at Senior A-Jing, but sometimes also at us freshmen standing behind him.

My friend A-Li nudged me with his elbow and said, "She seems to be looking at you. You've got a chance!"

Of course, I was very happy. If this pretty little girl really was looking at me, how wonderful! But at that time, I didn't know Shao-Xia at all, and I knew that my appearance wasn't anything special. How could a beautiful girl throw herself at me? So I nudged Ah Li and said, "You're more handsome, she seems to be attracted to you."

Ah Li didn't have any acne (from high school to early college, acne was the enemy of us young people), he looked like a pretty boy, but with small eyes and a sharp mouth, not at all charming, yet he thought he was very handsome, and became smug when I said that.

Damn, it turns out he just wanted me to "repay" him for saying that when he said Shao Xia was looking at me.

I saw Ah Jing pull out several A4-sized sheets of paper from somewhere, covered in academic materials. He pointed to the small print for Shao Xia to see. Shao Xia couldn't see it clearly, so she had to get closer to him. I noticed that my senior's eyes weren't on the paper, but rather glancing towards Shao Xia. Damn, Shao Xia's shirt that day—probably because of the heat—had the top two buttons undone. It's not unusual for a shirt to be unbuttoned, but I don't know what brand it was, but the buttons were spaced far apart. It seemed too hot to button the second button, so leaving it undone meant the shirt was open up to the third button. Of course, from the front, the shirt was close enough that we couldn't see anything, but Ah Jing was so close to her, and she had to bend over slightly to see the text, so Ah Jing got a clear view. At that moment, although I thought Shao Xia was very beautiful, I couldn't help but feel a little attracted. If I could have her as my girlfriend, I'd be so lucky! But such a pretty girl must already have many suitors, right? Hehe, even if I can't be her boyfriend, it would still be fun to take advantage of her, right? So, Ah Jing's lewd gaze perfectly represented our mentality. We saw his eyes had already slipped into Shao Xia's open shirt collar, peeking at her high, rounded breasts.

We "bystanders" were still wondering what Ah Jing had seen that day, and sure enough, a few days after the open house, Ah Jing happily showed us his romantic encounter, saying, "...that day when I introduced her to Vivian, I deliberately got close to her and peeked at her, but she didn't know anything. Wow, you guys don't know, her breasts are so white and big. I looked through her collar and could see her tender, white breasts. If I touched them, they would feel so soft and tender. Damn, just thinking about it makes me feel so good!"

He seemed to miss Shao Xia very much. A few months later, we had a get-together. A few guys got together and, of course, started talking about lewd things. He said that every time he masturbated, he would think of Vivian (he didn't know Shaoxia's Chinese name). He also said he fantasized about luring her to a karaoke bar, getting her some special drinks, and then she would obediently lie down and let him do whatever he wanted to her. He also said he would fantasize about the rest of us, stripping her naked, touching her big, white, and tender breasts, and then taking turns fucking her little pussy. After saying this, he let out a very lewd laugh.

Actually, when A-Jing was talking about masturbating, I was already secretly dating Shao-Xia. Hearing him say he was going to lure my girlfriend to a karaoke bar and seduce her, and that he'd have her take turns having sex with us guys, I had a strange, inexplicable feeling. It wasn't like I was happy, nor was it like I was angry. I just had to laugh and chat with them loudly. After hearing A-Jing's lewd fantasies, I even agreed, saying, "Yeah, yeah, she's so young and beautiful, it must be so great to fuck her!" Someone else said, "She's so delicate, can she handle being fucked by us all in turns?" Hearing them say that, I realized my penis was already painfully throbbing. Maybe I was starting to enjoy humiliating my girlfriend then, otherwise, why wasn't I angry at all when others talked about her like that, and why was my penis still so erect? But that's another story. Back to the university open day.

After senior student A-Jing explained the subject data to Shao-Xia in detail, it was already lunchtime. A-Jing immediately said to Shao-Xia and the other two girls, "Let's go have lunch together! We can eat in the faculty cafeteria, instead of queuing in the student cafeteria."

He was telling the truth; we "staff" were allowed to eat in the faculty cafeteria that day.

About six or seven of us ate lunch together. Young people like us easily hit it off, and we quickly became familiar with each other. Even the two pretty girls who had been with Shao-Xia earlier were chatting and laughing with us, even more open than my girlfriend, laughing and joking with us guys. Of course, we guys achieved our goal: exchanging phone numbers with these pretty girls—we'll keep in touch! I don't really believe in fate, but the "fate" between my girlfriend and me seemed to have been arranged by destiny. After lunch, everyone rushed to the restroom, leaving only Shao-Xia and me. Although we had been chatting and laughing earlier, that was due to the "power of the crowd." When it was just the two of us, we didn't know what to say.

Suddenly, Shaoxia blushed, took a breath, and asked me, "Your name is Hu Zuofei, right?"

I was genuinely taken aback. When we introduced ourselves, I only said my name was "Afei," and she only introduced herself with her English name, Vivian, without giving her full name. Why did she know me? I nodded dumbly. (I don't know if I was just stunned at the time; Shaoxia told me that later.) Seeing me standing there like a statue, Shaoxia couldn't help but chuckle and said, "My Chinese name is Li Shaoxia..."

Her smile was beautiful, but sweat beaded on my forehead. I felt a little flattered. At that moment, I didn't understand why this pretty girl was so fond of me; I only wondered if I was even more handsome than before. Before I could react, the others had already returned, and there was a burst of laughter and banter. I heard Shaoxia's classmate say to her, "You're really sensitive to heat; your face is so red." Shaoxia's blush wasn't entirely due to the heat. Just as everyone was waving goodbye, I saw Shaoxia give me a slight smile. This time, I knew she was genuinely smiling at me.

Ah Li, who was next to me, nudged me again and said, "Look, she's still smiling at me!"

Damn, Ah Li really misjudged things this time. Shao Xia was probably smiling at me.

After the university open day, Ah Jing and a few of us freshmen tried calling girls whenever we had free time, using various excuses, like offering more reference data, but most of us were met with gentle rejections, and some were met with firm rejections, even having our calls hung up on by the girls' families. Needless to say, Ah Li also called Shao Xia, but she politely declined. I wasn't as proactive as them; I wanted to see how things went before making any calls, but seeing how dejected they were after their calls, it seemed really difficult for us guys to meet girls this way. So I stopped making those calls. After all, we were just casual acquaintances, only meeting once on the open day and spending a little over an hour together. How could we possibly succeed? Seeing everyone fail, I threw away the phone numbers I had exchanged. A month later, our attention returned to the beautiful female students on campus, and we forgot about the open day.

Near the end of the month, when I opened my wallet, damn it, I was almost out of cash! Strange, my allowance was disappearing faster than I expected! So I pulled out that crumpled piece of scrap paper from my wallet. I always write down my major expenses on this paper, wanting to see exactly where my money went this month.

Looking at the paper filled with various expenses, I couldn't help but curse myself: "Damn it all! I've been wasting my time again this month! Is my brain infected by lust? Watching porn, buying Japanese hentai manga, and even going to buy a photobook with Ah X (I forgot her name)!" It was definitely excessive. I hadn't bought many proper books, and even my meals were very casual. I hadn't spent much money, but I wasted my money and energy on these absurd and lewd things.

My expenses were written on the back of the scrap paper. I flipped it over to see if there were any more outrageous expenses. Wait, the front of the scrap paper didn't have any expenses written on it, but instead, there was a line of neat handwriting—Shao Xia's phone number! Sigh, what's the use of this? Senior students Ah Jing and Ah Li both called her, but the response was always, "Oh, sorry, I'm busy preparing for exams..." The other two calls were cut off by her father.

However, I remembered her beautiful and kind smile when she spoke to me in the restaurant, and how she even told me her Chinese name. Could she really have feelings for me? Maybe she's a little bit smitten with me because I'm handsome? Hehe, I'd better go look in the mirror. So I opened my dorm closet door, looked at myself in the mirror behind it, and struck a pose like a model, walking back and forth in front of it. (Guys, you should be glad you haven't seen me posing in front of the mirror or walking on a pedestrian bridge, or you'd throw up everything you ate the day before yesterday.) After posing and walking on the bridge, I came to a conclusion: Not bad, pretty handsome! Okay, time to make the call! The call connected, damn it, too bad, it was a man's voice, probably her father: "Hello!"

I gasped, calmly saying, "Is Li Shaoxia there?"

Her father arrogantly asked, "Who are you?"

Suddenly, I had a flash of inspiration and said, "My surname is Hu, I'm her geography teacher."

Her father immediately did a 180-degree turn, his arrogant tone instantly becoming very polite, saying, "Hello, Mr. Hu! Please wait a moment, I'll get her to answer the phone." Haha, I fooled him! Shaoxia later told me I was incredibly lucky that day, because if I said the wrong thing, the call would be cut off. First, because relatives and friends wouldn't call her by her English name, Vivian, so calling her by her English name would get the call cut off. If she said she was a classmate or friend, it would also be cut off, because her father didn't allow her to have too much contact with male classmates, let alone male friends. But three years later, when I visited her parents, her father brought up that incident, teasing me, saying, "Are you Mr. Hu, the geography teacher? How come you're having a teacher-student relationship with my daughter?" It made my girlfriend and me blush with embarrassment.

The first time we talked on the phone, I shamelessly asked her out, and she actually agreed.

We met at a McDonald's three blocks from her school. She set three conditions: 1. We had to keep our relationship secret, because her father forbade her to have a boyfriend. 2. We could only be friends, not boyfriends. 3. We had to treat each other equally, splitting expenses, and I shouldn't treat her to meals or buy her anything. These were truly appalling conditions! The first and second points contradicted each other, and the third was utterly unprecedented! No wonder many people say girlfriends are wild animals. However, these conditions weren't difficult, so of course I agreed. And so, my relationship with Shaoxia began. Does that mean I, this creepy senior, A-Jing, was the matchmaker for Shaoxia and me?

II. I'll take you home

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※※※ Dear brothers, I'm so sorry for wasting so much space writing about our first encounter. ※※※

※※※ But I've rambled on again, so please forgive me for adding this little interlude! ※※※

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Speaking of my girlfriend and my three conditions for dating, the first two actually caused me a lot of trouble later. Because I had to abide by her condition of "secret dating," many suitors appeared around her after she entered university. Although I knew she wouldn't be easily snatched away by other rivals, it's easier to defend against open attacks than hidden ones. Some rivals used sweet words to deceive her. My girlfriend's biggest flaw is that she's too naive, believing that everyone in the world is a good person, making her most easily deceived. It took me a lot of effort to keep her firmly by my side as my girlfriend. I'll write an article about "KO'ing the rivals" for everyone to see sometime. The third condition, supposedly gender equality, sometimes made me both laugh and cry.

I'd take her to a movie, and she'd take me ice skating; I'd treat her to a meal, and she'd insist on paying for the next one. Once, the waiter at a restaurant was supposed to bring me the bill, but my girlfriend took out her wallet and counted the money for him. As she left, the waiter gave me a thumbs-up, and judging from his mocking smile, I knew what he was thinking: "Great, what a freeloader!" Oh well, what can I do? I have such an unreasonable and domineering girlfriend! I know her intentions are good; she doesn't want me to be burdened. Since then, if it's her turn to treat me, she'll put the money in my wallet before we enter the restaurant, so I can pay and maintain my dignity as a man. In college, we had more freedom on our dates, often staying out late. Of course, I had to be a gentleman and take her home first before going home myself.

"I'll take you home tonight,"

my girlfriend actually said to me that night.

"Don't joke around, if you take me home, I'll take you home too."

"Who wants you to take me home? Men and women are equal, you always take me home, it's not fair!"

She pouted like a little girl. Damn, this is a real headache! She's "insisting on principles" again, she wants to be equal with me in everything, even taking me home! She always puts on this tough-guy attitude, which sometimes really makes me angry. But there's nothing I can do about it, I have to give in to her again this time, so I had to let her take me home.

When we got off the bus, she deliberately patted my head and said, "Little brother, after I take you home, you have to go to bed and sleep, don't play anymore, you have school tomorrow!" It's outrageous.

We walked past a dark little park next to my house, maybe because the old tree was so big, it felt particularly dark.

I said, "You'd better not bring me here. Just take the bus from the stop."

My girlfriend pouted her cute little lips and said, "Are you looking down on us girls again? You always bring me to my building, so I'll bring you to your door too!"

She was being unreasonable, but her pouting lips were incredibly cute, so I couldn't resist giving her a quick kiss. The dim lighting of the small park was perfect for couples to be affectionate, so she leaned closer, and I gently held her slender waist, my tongue lightly parting her pearly teeth. We'd kissed before, so she returned the kiss, our tongues quickly intertwining. However, when my hand moved up from her waist to her soft, round breasts, she pushed me away.

"Little brother, don't be so lewd, let's go home!"

my girlfriend said, pulling my hand away from the park and towards my house, afraid I'd kiss her again and grope her.

"Bye!"

My girlfriend saw me to my building and turned to leave.

"You really don't want me to take you home?"

I looked at my delicate and lovely girlfriend with a puzzled expression.

"No need, I'll call you when I get home. Bye!"

My girlfriend skipped away. I watched her retreating figure, her long ponytail swaying behind her hair, before disappearing into the dimly lit park.

I smiled wryly and prepared to go upstairs. But I was still a little uneasy. I always walked her home, and this time I didn't, which made me feel uneasy. Heh, maybe I should catch up and give her a surprise. So I hurried along the path I'd just taken to the bus stop. As I

passed the park, I heard the soft murmurs of a young couple. I thought to myself, this is definitely a favorite spot for couples. If my girlfriend walks me home next time, we can get intimate here again. But I didn't have time to stop and peek at their intimacy; I rushed to the bus stop.

Damn! The bus was really fast this time. I wanted to surprise my girlfriend, but by the time I got to the stop, she was long gone. Oh well, I guess I'll just have to go home and wait for her call.

I walked back to the dimly lit park and still heard the soft murmurs of the young couple. Good grief, they're being affectionate here; it's okay if I peek, right? So I tiptoed towards the source of the sound, and damn it, there were two people embracing on the bench behind that old tree. The boy was roughly burying his head in the girl's lap, and her shirt was open. She was completely limp, letting the boy kiss her breasts. Damn, they were so intimate; it seemed the boy was already sucking on her breasts. I immediately felt a surge of excitement, my penis hardening in my pants, forcing me to bend over and peek from behind the tree. It was just too dark; otherwise, I could have seen how big the girl's breasts were.

I never imagined there would be such a free live show in this little park downstairs. How could I miss such a good opportunity? My girlfriend's drive home takes about half an hour anyway, so I could watch a little longer before going home to wait for her call. So I stood behind the tree, peeked out, and intently watched the two of them entwined on the bench. The boy didn't disappoint. He reached under the girl's skirt and quickly pulled out her panties. The girl, shameless as ever, offered no resistance, simply lying limply on top of him, letting him do as he pleased. The boy then slowly stood up, holding her, and laid her horizontally on the bench. I had initially thought the girl was weak from the boy's teasing, letting him do as he pleased, but now I could see she seemed drunk or unconscious, completely unresponsive, letting him do as he pleased.

Damn, maybe that girl wasn't the boy's girlfriend at all! Maybe the boy was a thug! A thought flashed through my mind: had my girlfriend, Shaoxia, really boarded the bus? Perhaps she had encountered this thug while passing by? So, that girl could very well be my girlfriend? Damn, no way!

My head suddenly buzzed, a rush of blood to my head, a feeling I didn't know what it was—anger, excitement, jealousy, anxiety—a jumble of emotions, like a jumbled mess.

My eyes seemed to shoot light as I stared intently at the two people. Even in the dim light, I could see the girl had a long ponytail. Damn, it really was my girlfriend! I saw the man lay my girlfriend across the bench, casually flipping her outer garment to the sides. Her bra and blouse had already been pulled up to her chest, immediately revealing her two large, white breasts. Of course, I couldn't see clearly in the dark, but I saw his hand deftly reach down to her slender waist and unbuckle her belt.

I had already guessed that the girl was my girlfriend, whom I secretly dated and cherished, but seeing that guy's rough actions, I was completely at a loss, standing there like an idiot as the thug stripped my girlfriend of her clothes.

My girlfriend's skirt was so easy to remove; in just a few moments, the thug lifted her legs and ripped off her skirt. In an instant, she was completely naked from the waist down.

I couldn't see clearly in the darkness, but I felt my heart pounding. My beloved girlfriend was being stripped naked by a pervert.

My mind finally returned, but I still didn't know what to do. Should I scream or rush over and beat the pervert up? The pervert moved too quickly, faster than my brain could process. He was already pressing down on Shaoxia, who was lying on the bench. "Ugh, ugh," my girlfriend seemed to still have a little consciousness, and unable to withstand the man's weight, she groaned a few times. At this point, I started to panic. I had to scare the pervert away, otherwise, if he continued, my girlfriend would be finished. So I shook the branches of a small tree next to the big tree, making a hissing sound to let him know someone was coming. To my surprise, the scoundrel only glanced in the direction of the sound and didn't run away. I don't know if it was his boldness or my girlfriend's allure, but he wasn't willing to let go of the meat that was almost in his mouth. His thick body remained pressed against my girlfriend, and he even hooked her two beautiful legs up. Wow, if this continued, all that pervert had to do was squeeze his thick waist between my girlfriend's legs, and my poor girlfriend's little pussy would be torn apart immediately.

I wanted to shout, but I was afraid that the scoundrel had a weapon, so I thought it would be best to find a wooden stick. So I took a few steps back, found a branch that wasn't too thick or too thin, and decided to use it as a weapon. Then I went back to my girlfriend.

"Thud... thud..." "Hmm... hmm..." I heard a series of lewd sounds. I looked closely and saw the scoundrel's buttocks thrusting up and down, his thick waist pressed tightly between my girlfriend's two beautiful legs.

A wave of dizziness washed over me. I cursed under my breath, "It's all my girlfriend's fault! I was just taking her home, why did she have to take me home this time? And now this bastard has raped her!"

A sudden feeling of humiliation washed over me. I gritted my teeth and thought fiercely, "Fine, I'll teach you a lesson this time, let you suffer a few more seconds!" With that thought, I grabbed the tree branch but didn't go to help my girlfriend. Instead, I watched as she continued to be tormented by that bastard. After he had ravaged her forty or fifty times, I shouted, "Hey, what are you doing!" The guy, feeling guilty, immediately fled when he heard me yell, pulling down his pants as he ran.

I didn't chase after him. I walked over to my girlfriend. Now I could see her more clearly. From the chest down, she was completely exposed, like a mermaid, naked before that pervert. No wonder he didn't want to run away. I saw that her vagina was slightly turned up, indicating that she had been violated dozens of times by that lecher. Although I was also excited by her naked body, she was my beloved girlfriend, and in her semi-conscious state, I wouldn't take advantage of her. So I picked her up, pulled up her bra, put her skirt and panties back on, and then buttoned up her shirt.

"You...you...you bad guy!"

My girlfriend suddenly woke up at that moment. She actually thought I had chased after her from behind, knocked her unconscious, and dragged her here to molest her. "You're so lecherous, I'm never talking to you again,"

she scolded me coquettishly.

I knew she wasn't really angry with me, but I was truly innocent. It was that pervert who knocked her unconscious, and she thought I was playing a prank.

I thought to myself, "If I'd known you liked framing me so much, I wouldn't have scared that pervert away; I would have let him take you home and ravish you!" This is an anecdote from when my girlfriend and I were still secretly dating. Since I'm talking about the three conditions for dating a girlfriend, I can't help but mention this. However, I've already gone a bit off-topic.

III. The Real Matchmaker

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※※※ Dear brothers, I'm so sorry for dragging this out and going

completely off-topic. This was supposed to be about the matchmaker, but it's become a jumbled mess. Luckily, this isn't a school essay, so going off

-topic won't cost me points. Anyway, it's all about my experiences humiliating my girlfriend, so I'll just mention it. ※※※

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I always thought that Senior Jing was the matchmaker between my girlfriend and me. Without him asking us to help at the university open day, I wouldn't have had the chance to meet Shaoxia. It wasn't until my girlfriend was a sophomore that I realized the real matchmaker was someone else. It wasn't until my girlfriend was a sophomore that we "officially started dating," and she began to publicly acknowledge me as her boyfriend. Once, I was having a heart-to-heart talk with my girlfriend. I asked her, "Did you choose to date me back then because I'm handsome?"

I pretended to be handsome as I asked.

My girlfriend said, "That's a secret, but it definitely wasn't your appearance. You're not that handsome!"

Wow, I'd been pretending to be handsome for years, thinking it was because I was good-looking that attracted her. Turns out, it wasn't! Could it be what those biologists say—mammals attract mates with their body odor—that my masculine scent made Shaoxia like me? No way, neither of us are wild animals; we're higher animals! Then why did she only date me back then? I kept pestering her, insisting she tell me the real reason. She finally gave in and said in a coquettish voice, "Okay, okay! I'll tell you! Listen, our first meeting wasn't on the university open day.

We met two years earlier! So I knew your name was Hu Zuofei a long time ago, you idiot!" Idiot! I really became an idiot. Impossible, we met two years earlier? A quick calculation revealed that I was in my second year of high school, while she was still in her third year of junior high.

I was two years older than her and had started school two years earlier, but I completed a year of vocational school after graduating high school, so by the time we entered university, the gap between us was only one year.

"Do you remember that year on the third day of the Lunar New Year, when my uncle and I went to your house to pay our respects?"

my girlfriend asked.

I pondered for a moment and shook my head.

My girlfriend then told me the whole story of the visit. It turned out that her father had a youngest brother named Ahao, who was the uncle my girlfriend was referring to. This uncle shared the same zodiac sign as her father (twelve years apart). As the youngest in the family, he was spoiled by his parents, so he liked to drink, smoke, gamble, and frequent escort services. He was almost thirty years old and still a carefree scoundrel.

That year, on the third day of the Lunar New Year, when they came to Shaoxia's house to pay their respects, her father and her older sister Shaoqing went out to pay their respects, leaving only her mother and her at home to greet the guests. He said, "Shaoxia, you're going to be bored to death at home. Why don't you come with me to visit relatives and friends for the New Year and get some nice gifts?" Shaoxia was already bored being left at home by her father to entertain guests. This uncle, who was usually carefree and irresponsible, would tell her jokes and teach her various origami skills, so she liked him quite a bit. When he said he would take her to visit relatives for the New Year, she begged her mother to let her go. Her mother allowed her to go with him, but told her to come home early in the evening. Shaoxia followed this uncle around, visiting relatives and friends. Since the relatives saw that they were both still unmarried "children," they were happy to give them candy and red envelopes.

Ahao also carried an instant camera with him, and they took a picture together at each place they visited. You know, instant photos were very expensive back then, but Ahao was the kind of person who loved to have fun and never thought about how to spend the money properly.

In the evening, Ahao brought Shaoxia to my house. As soon as she entered the door, she knelt on one knee and shouted, "Master, I wish you prosperous business, abundant wealth, and a prosperous New Year!"

My girlfriend mentioned this, and I remembered her, exclaiming in surprise, "You're the little girl who came with your uncle that day!"

My girlfriend nodded.

I excitedly added, "Your uncle even took a picture of us together that day, right?"

My girlfriend nodded again and said, "I still have the photo."

She then took out a photo wrapped in transparent plastic from a book. Because it was taken on the spot, the colors had faded after several years, but you could still see my girlfriend and I posing at the table in the living room with leftover food. (I was truly touched; my girlfriend had kept a photo of us from so long ago.) I remembered then, and as my girlfriend added details, I recalled the scene.

It was already evening, and we were about to have dinner (because it's winter, we eat dinner earlier) when Ahao and Shaoxia suddenly arrived.

I saw that the girl was very pretty and refined, but the young man suddenly knelt down on one knee in front of my father and shouted, "Master, I wish you prosperous business, great fortune, and a prosperous New Year!"

Wow, so abrupt! He was no different from those ill-mannered frivolous teenagers. I didn't have a good impression of either of them.

My father laughed and said, "Oh, it's Hao! It's been years, and you're still as mischievous as ever! What brings you here this year?" It turned out that my father used to be an engineer in a machine factory, and Hao was an apprentice there. My father was his master. He was quite smart and learned quickly, but he was always mischievous. Although he did his job well, he didn't follow factory rules, often arriving late or leaving early. One afternoon, he even finished his work quickly and went to see a movie, infuriating the factory manager. My father, however, said he was a rare talent and defended him several times. Of course, in the end, he couldn't defend him, and after six months, he was laid off by the company. So, Ahao was dissatisfied with all his superiors at the factory, except for my father, whom he respected and called "Master."

"Isn't it a pleasure to have guests from afar?" So, my father warmly invited Ahao and Shaoxia to dinner.

My mother immediately busied herself adding dishes; with plenty of New Year's goods at home, adding dishes was easy, and soon a very sumptuous dinner was ready. However, Ahao's drinking habit was incurable. He drank glass after glass, insisting my father drink a few, saying it was to toast his "Master," and then he made my mother drink a few sips, saying it was to toast his "Master's Wife." In the end, he finished the bottle of XO liquor we had bought to give to my uncle. Half-drunk, he wanted to dance and sing.

My sister and I really disliked him, but surprisingly, my parents indulged his madness, even clapping along to his singing. At that time, Shaoxia was holding his hand and said, "Uncle, you're drunk. Don't drink anymore, let's go home."

My dad patted Shaoxia's head and shoulder, saying, "This little girl is really sensible!"

Ahao chuckled and said, "My little niece is so well-behaved, she doesn't have a boyfriend yet. If you don't mind, let her be with your son's girlfriend!" At this moment, Shaoxia blushed, becoming even more beautiful. Although this forum firmly opposes child pornography, her youthful and charming appearance was beginning to emerge. For me

, although I have some memories, I've forgotten the details; my girlfriend told me about it. Perhaps because I had a bad impression of her uncle that day, and I had a girlfriend in my class at the time, I didn't pay any attention to her and let it go afterward. My girlfriend

said that my dad was also a little drunk at the time, and he even pulled her up and said, "Come on, let me see what my future daughter-in-law looks like!"

She was even more shy then, but dared not disobey, and stood up timidly. My father laughed and said, "What's there to be shy about! Come here, come drink with your future father-in-law."

I have no memory of this. My girlfriend said that she was pulled over by my father, and he treated her very well, as if she were his own daughter. He let her sit on his lap and asked her to pour him wine. My father would take a sip, and then he would ask her to take a sip too. She didn't know how to drink at the time, and she almost choked and cried. What? There was such a thing? But I can't remember! What's the difference between Shaoxia pouring wine for my father that day and the other girls who were drinking with him? She thought my father was very kind to her; she really didn't know the truth.

Actually, I know that my father retains the lecherous nature inherited from our Hu family. For generations, the men in our family have been very lustful. My grandfather was notorious for it in the village, but he didn't see anything wrong with it. He even thought being a womanizer was a good thing. My grandmother didn't blame him either, believing that men should have multiple wives and concubines and many children and grandchildren. Since my grandfather didn't take any concubines, it was normal for him to have many affairs. These are all the flaws of a patriarchal mindset, and they can't be changed overnight. I heard that after my mother married into the Hu family, she was initially very uncomfortable. My grandfather, seeing her beauty, repeatedly harassed and hugged her. My grandmother didn't help her; she even said that my mother wasn't accommodating enough to my grandfather and wasn't filial enough. Later, my mother learned her lesson and dared not disobey my grandfather anymore. When he asked her to come into the room and massage his shoulders and bones, she obediently did so. When he was aroused, he would also massage her shoulders and bones. And that wasn't all; he would also massage her breasts and buttocks, making her moan softly. It's said that later, while Mom was taking a nap, Grandpa slipped into her blanket…

Dad inherited Grandpa's lecherous nature. I know he sometimes secretly went to other counties or Southeast Asia, Macau, and Hong Kong with his cronies to seduce women, sleeping with many girls.

I've heard fortune tellers say that if you defile another's wife and daughters, they too will defile him. Dad, when you're out sleeping with pretty girls, has he ever considered that his wife and daughters at home might also be sexually exploited? I hate Dad's cronies the most. They corrupt him by teaching him to buy money to find prostitutes, while they themselves come to my house to sexually exploit my mother for free.

Although my mother still has some integrity, these men are experts in the world of lust, with very high skills in teasing her. As a result, Mom was aroused by them and let them lay domineering on the bed. Dad's friends would follow her around, stripping her naked and sexually assaulting her in a disgraceful manner. Perhaps, as the fortune teller said, they were all paying off Dad's debts of lust. So I hope Dad doesn't go too far, otherwise Mom and my sister will have to prostitute themselves to other men countless times.

My girlfriend doesn't know my dad is a womanizer, and he doesn't know he especially likes pretty young girls. So that New Year's Eve, although he affectionately called Shaoxia his future wife, when he saw how pretty she was, he must have had wicked thoughts about her, which is why he asked her to come and drink with him. We had just finished dinner, and actually, neither Ahao nor Shaoxia ate much; Ahao seemed to have drunk his fill. Before leaving, Ahao pulled me aside and said, "Come on, help me take a picture with my master!"

He was quite drunk, so he stammered a bit. He asked Shaoxia to take out that P brand instant camera from her bag.

I took a picture of him and my dad together.

When I handed him the camera, he patted my shoulder and pulled Shaoxia over, saying, "I'm so happy to be able to wish my master a Happy New Year today. Since he has such an outstanding son like you, I'll be your niece! One photo is all it takes to be your boyfriend!"

My girlfriend said she blushed with embarrassment, but her uncle still pulled her over for a photo with me, and that photo has remained in her books ever since.

This incident is only vaguely remembered by me. But for my girlfriend, that day was exceptionally clear. She said she found our family to have a very warm and family atmosphere, and everyone treated her very well. Even though her uncle was being so silly, we weren't angry and treated him very well too. She found me tall, refined, and somewhat handsome, and she already had a crush on me. She also said she borrowed some of my ninth-grade textbooks and notes (which I can't recall at all). Besides the textbook annotations, she also found some of my own poems in the notes. She said she had a strange feeling about me, and secretly fell in love with me (this was probably because she was just beginning to experience love; any boy who entered her heart would make her fall in love). She ran into me again on the university's open day, and she felt we must be destined for each other. Later, I was able to call her again, which made her even more convinced that it was fate, and so we started dating. Haha, wow, it turns out that getting such a beautiful girlfriend wasn't because I pursued her successfully, nor because I'm handsome, but because I entered her heart when she was just beginning to experience love, giving her a first impression, and everything else fell into place. Has anyone had a dating experience like ours? And the real matchmaker for Shaoxia and me was actually this uncle, Hao, who happened to visit my house!

IV. Learning to be a Girlfriend

After I found out that my girlfriend's uncle, Hao, was our matchmaker, I actually wanted to meet him.

I knew most of my girlfriend's family, but I had never met this uncle. I heard that he was still as irresponsible and unpredictable as before, and even my girlfriend's parents had difficulty finding him.

"Why do you want to meet him? You'll only learn bad things from him, not good things,"

my girlfriend said, seemingly unwilling to meet her uncle.

"He was our matchmaker, after all. Now that we've been together for so many years, shouldn't we thank him?"

I wasn't insisting on going, but the more my girlfriend disliked it, the more I wanted to tease her, so I deliberately insisted on going. (My girlfriend has a very good temper, and sometimes teasing her is quite fun~~ Hmm, weirdo!) "There's nothing to thank him for, anyway, I don't like him!"

my girlfriend said, a little angry, her face even turning slightly red. Strange! My girlfriend is usually very docile and rarely dislikes anyone. This Ah Hao is her uncle, and I heard he used to be good at telling stories and jokes, and even taught her a lot of origami skills. She should like him a lot, so why doesn't she like him?

In that situation, of course, I didn't ask any further. But I always wanted to find a way to solve this mystery in my mind. Around the middle of last year, my girlfriend and I went to a bar with some couples to drink and have fun. We talked about how our boyfriends and girlfriends met, and of course, we also told them about our strange relationship. On the way home, I asked my girlfriend about the matchmaker, Ahao, again. After drinking, she revealed the truth: she didn't like her boyfriend. It turned out that on the third day of the Lunar New Year that year, after Ahao and Shaoxia came to visit, Ahao was half-drunk. My father was going to take them home, but Shaoxia, not wanting to trouble our family, half-supported her boyfriend herself, and my father had to call a taxi for them to get home. When they arrived at Shaoxia's house, it was already evening. Her parents and sister had been invited to dinner by a neighbor and hadn't returned home yet.

Shaoxia let her half-drunk uncle lie down on the sofa. He said, "Hey, Shaoxia, isn't my master's son handsome? When you get married, remember to invite me, your matchmaker."

He took out a photo and said to her, "His name is Hu Zuofei, do you remember? You're in your third year of junior high, and he's in his second year of senior high, two years younger than you, a perfect match."

My girlfriend said she felt very embarrassed at that moment, probably because it was the first time she'd talked about "finding a partner" to someone. So when her uncle mentioned me, she blushed and didn't answer him, saying, "You're drunk, lie down first, I'll go pour you some tea."

She then went to the kitchen to pour tea. After pouring the tea for her uncle, seeing his face was as red as Guan Yu's, she went to get a damp towel for him to apply to his face.

She applied a face mask for her uncle, Ahao, who, drunk, began rambling, saying, "Oh, that's the right way to do it. When you're someone's girlfriend, you should know how to serve your boyfriend like that." Shaoxia was still a junior high student at the time. Although she had seen her older sister dating, she had never experienced it herself. After visiting my house that night, she had indeed felt a strange stirring in her heart. Now, hearing her uncle's words made her heart pound like a deer. As she went to get a towel for the bathroom, her uncle suddenly grabbed her wrist and said, "Do you know how to be a good girlfriend?"

"I'm not going to be anyone's girlfriend," Shaoxia said, both happy and shy. Her uncle said, "That won't do. Girls your age should have boyfriends."

He looked at Shaoxia with his drunken eyes. "Come on, I'll teach you how to be someone's girlfriend. I won't teach you this, your parents won't teach you, and you'll never have anyone to teach you."

"My sister will teach me; she already has a boyfriend," Shaoxia said.

"Ha, how can she teach you? She's a girl, how would she know what guys are thinking? Look at all the girlfriends I have, I'm the most experienced. I'll teach you," her uncle said, his breath reeking of alcohol.

"What do I need to learn?" Shaoxia genuinely thought being someone's girlfriend required some skill. Her uncle said, "Let's start with kissing!"

He suddenly pulled Shaoxia towards him, embracing her with one arm and holding her head with the other. Shaoxia cried out in bewilderment, "No!" but her lips were already sealed by her uncle's. A wave of alcohol and the distinctive scent of a man washed over her, making her dizzy. She tried to struggle, but a warm, wet tongue pressed between her lips. She let out a soft "mmm," as the tongue forced its way into her mouth, entwining with her own and causing her to drool. Her uncle's large tongue moved left and right in her mouth, kissing her with loud smacking sounds. She said that at that moment, her mind went blank, and she didn't know how to resist.

Damn, I never thought that my girlfriend would be kissed so thoroughly by her uncle after our first meeting. My

girlfriend said that when she regained her senses, a cold hand suddenly touched her back. It turned out that her uncle's hand had slipped under her clothes. Because the outside temperature was low and her body temperature was high, she felt a chill and tried to struggle, but her uncle's hand held her back, and he kissed her passionately again, making her gasp for breath.

Of course, I didn't blame my girlfriend. Her uncle was a notorious womanizer, having slept with countless prostitutes. He was incredibly skilled at seducing women, and my girlfriend, just a naive young girl, was no match for him. While Shaoxia was still in a daze, the clasp of her bra was quietly undone. Her uncle's large hands, almost as warm as her body, gently caressed her back, then suddenly moved from under her armpits to her breasts, instantly grasping them in his hands.

My girlfriend said things got even worse then; waves of intoxicating, tingling sensations surged from her nipples. Her body, which had initially tried to struggle, became limp, and she nestled against her uncle's strong frame, letting him grope and knead her wantonly.

My girlfriend said she was incredibly ashamed, but her uncle's hands skillfully kneaded and manipulated her breasts, making her feel incredibly comfortable.

My girlfriend said her biggest fear was her uncle pinching her nipples with his fingers. Every time he pinched them, she felt like she was losing control of her bladder, and her vagina would gush with fluid. But her uncle especially liked to pinch her nipples. When her nipples were erect, he would rub them back and forth with his thumb and forefinger or middle finger like he was kneading small dumplings, making her feel like she was completely incontinent, and her vaginal fluid would flow continuously, soaking her cotton panties.

My girlfriend said she didn't know when her woolen skirt had been lifted up by her uncle, until his palm pressed between her legs from behind her buttocks. She hurriedly squeezed her legs together and cried out, "No, no, uncle, we can't do this." (I don't know how she said those exact words, but she was probably panting when she spoke.) At this point, her uncle's fingers were already digging into the crevice of her private parts. Even though it was through her stockings and panties, the feeling made her whole body tremble, and the excitement almost made her faint.

My girlfriend said she was very ashamed at the time because her underwear was completely wet in her private area, and when her uncle squeezed her like that, all the vaginal fluid was squeezed out.

I almost had a nosebleed when I heard that. Luckily, my girlfriend saved that story for now, because I now enjoy the feeling of humiliating my girlfriend, and I get especially excited when I hear about her being violated by other men. But I didn't always enjoy humiliating my girlfriend. At first, I treated her like a fairy descended from heaven, and if anyone touched her even slightly, it felt like my heart was being torn apart. If my girlfriend had told me this when we first started dating, I wonder how I would have reacted? Of course, I also wanted to know how her uncle treated her. My girlfriend was already seven-tenths drunk at this point, and she didn't hide anything, telling me everything. She said her uncle's fingers tore through her black stockings, then ripped a large slit in the crotch area, his fingers touching her panties. He pulled open the edges and slipped his fingers into her already wet vagina. As his fingers rubbed her clitoris, she trembled all over, waves of pleasure spreading from her vagina throughout her body. Suddenly, she shuddered again, having been brought to orgasm by her uncle. Damn it, her uncle was her father's younger brother. To bring his own niece to orgasm like that, wasn't that incest? Her girlfriend

said that after being brought to orgasm by her uncle, she was so ashamed she couldn't speak, dared not look him in the eye, and lay limp on top of him, panting. Her uncle's hands were still groping her body, but since he had already done this to her, she didn't resist and let him do as he pleased. She said he spread her legs and continued to reach his fingers through the tear in her stockings to touch her vulva, even spreading her labia to rub her clitoris, making her wet again. Suddenly, a voice sounded behind her. Her girlfriend said she was so scared she almost fainted. Neither of them had heard the door open, and suddenly her parents and sister came home. Shaoxia's buttocks were facing the door, and her uncle was touching her vulva—everyone saw it! She was so frightened she rolled to the floor, and her uncle sat up from the sofa. There were three drunkards inside. It turned out that Shaoxia's parents and sister had drunk a lot with relatives that night, so they had no idea what her uncle was doing to Shaoxia, and he even had to help them into the room. Shaoxia's father was also quite muddle-headed; he was so drunk he didn't even know his own little daughter was being touched by her own brother. Fortunately, their sudden entrance startled Ah Hao's younger brother, who hurriedly left that very night, preventing his precious daughter's virginity from being lost to Ah Hao. If it had been some other ruthless lecher, his entire family would have been finished that night. Shao Xia would undoubtedly have had her virginity violated, and his drunken wife and eldest daughter might have also had their virginity violated as well. Wow, that's unbelievable! Her uncle was the matchmaker for Shaoxia and me. I had no idea he was so lewd, almost raping his own niece. But after my girlfriend told me about it, I felt excited, especially looking at the photo she kept of us from when we were in junior high. Looking at the two innocent-looking teenagers in the photo, I couldn't help but think to myself in the picture, "Hehe, you're such a rascal! When you took this photo, you didn't know that the beautiful girl next to you would one day be your girlfriend, and possibly your wife. But after taking this photo, she'd go home and be wantonly touched and teased by her lecherous uncle, and even brought to orgasm! Do you know that?"

I don't know how I would have felt if I had known I had such a girlfriend back then. But if my father had known about his apprentice's lewd thoughts, he would have kept them at home that night, and he and Ahao would have raped Shaoxia in the middle of the night. My history with Shaoxia would have been rewritten. No wonder my girlfriend didn't want me to meet her uncle. However, I don't think my girlfriend hates him; she just doesn't want me to know that this matchmaker did something shameful to her. This happened when Shaoxia was in her third year of junior high school, before she became my girlfriend, and I didn't witness it myself. I only pieced it together from fragments my girlfriend told me, so it wasn't very exciting. Therefore, I didn't want to write about it, but recently my girlfriend and I met her uncle again… 02-18
(Part 3-4) The Matchmaker [Part 2]

I managed to finish writing this before the Lunar New Year. The first day of the new year is just around the corner, so this can serve as a New Year's gift. Wishing everyone a prosperous and fulfilling year! The happiest thing during the New Year is reading erotic novels by skilled writers, getting so excited my nose is running, I masturbate a few times, and then have a few rounds with my girlfriend. So when I saw Mummy's masterpiece (The Care of My Future Father-in-Law), a so alluring girlfriend being fucked to the point of ecstasy by her boyfriend's father, damn it, I wasted hundreds of milliliters of semen, and countless millions of my sperm died in vain! In my anger, I immediately wrote a couplet for Mummy: "Brilliant writing, but bad for your health!" (Mummy, hurry, write a few more! I'm young and strong, my body can still hold up! Here's one for you, see if it can avenge my wasted sperm.)

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Originally, when I wrote about my experiences of humiliating my girlfriend, I would tell the whole story in one piece. However, this matchmaker's affair is too complicated. To explain the whole story clearly, I have to write it in two parts. This way, I can give everyone a real sense of the situation. Otherwise, some netizens might think that I just made it up. If you want to know how my girlfriend's uncle became my girlfriend's matchmaker by chance, you should read part 33.

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※※※ Selling plasters: Please read my work "Humiliating My Girlfriend (33)" before reading this part. ※※※

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V. A Bus Ride to a Banquet

I don't know why, but there are always a lot of people getting married at the end of the year. Isn't that strange? There are twelve months in a year, and sometimes thirteen months in the lunar year. Why don't people get married every month? Why do they always wait until the last few months to get married? I wonder if any netizens can answer this question for me. At the end of last year, I received several wedding invitations. Several of my female classmates were getting married, and a junior classmate got married in a hurry right after graduation. Damn it, I don't understand why girls get married so early. Do they want to be used by men as soon as possible? My girlfriend also received several wedding invitations, and I have to go with her. I'm so busy, I don't have time to write about how I humiliated her. So please forgive me for writing so slowly.

For several weeks before mid-December, I went to wedding banquets (I really don't know if those count as "wedding banquets" or "bitter banquets"). Every time, I ate almost the same few dishes, and I almost suffocated. I was hoping

to eat something different with my girlfriend for Christmas at the end of December.

But then, in mid-December, my girlfriend suddenly told me that I had to go to another wedding banquet with her on Christmas Eve! Damn it, what kind of crazy person would choose Christmas Eve to invite someone to a wedding? Turns out it was a relative of my girlfriend's father. Damn it, what does that have to do with me? Her parents can go to the wedding themselves, can't they? Hey, what a coincidence! Her dad's company had a Christmas holiday, and he took her mom on a trip abroad (what a coincidence! I'm wondering if they're deliberately avoiding this wedding banquet). Her sister is married out of the country and can't represent the Li family, so they insisted on sending my girlfriend as their "representative" to the banquet. Damn it, I'm supposed to be my girlfriend's "protector," can't I skip it?

My girlfriend came out of the room, and although I waited a long time (girls have such bad habits; changing clothes and putting on makeup took almost an hour), it was still worth it. My girlfriend's outfit was stunning. Her pretty face was already quite lovely, but in winter, she used watercolor lipstick, making her two adorable lips even more fresh and luscious. She wore a bright wool sweater, which, although it covered her upper body tightly, couldn't hide her high, firm breasts. The sweater, combined with her slender waist, created a stunningly curvaceous figure that was incredibly alluring. If any of you lecherous gentlemen saw her, I'm sure you'd all want to touch her, or even "take her right there and then," pinning her down and having sex with her right in front of me. She wore a light brown and light green woolen skirt, paired with long leather boots. A glimpse of her calves and thighs was visible between the boots and the skirt, revealing a pair of sheer, smooth, dark blue fishnet stockings underneath. These not only showcased the smoothness of her legs but also subtly exuded a wild, seductive charm. Over this, she wore a long woolen robe, its length just above the skirt, not completely concealing her beautiful thighs. Damn, after dating my girlfriend for so many years, I still think she's incredibly beautiful and alluring, making me want to drool.

"Okay, we can go now,"

my girlfriend finally said, something I'd been waiting for.

"Let's take the bus."

I recently bought a new motorcycle, but my riding skills aren't great, so taking the bus to weddings is safer.

"Yeah,"

my girlfriend nodded in agreement. "Sigh, if Dad hadn't insisted on attending Uncle Yuan's wedding, I wouldn't want to travel all this way for this."

My girlfriend and I felt the same way. However, she told me that Uncle Yuan is the son of a prominent fellow villager of her father's, also surnamed Li, belonging to the "Yuan" generation—two generations higher than my girlfriend. Although he's only in his twenties and getting married, my girlfriend has to call him Uncle Yuan. Hehe, don't think it's strange; it's a custom in rural families.

I've seen photos of my parents' wedding banquet; they had to kneel down and invite a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy to drink wedding tea—it was hilarious. It turns out that the little guy was my father's great-uncle (if I went back to my hometown now and saw him, I would have to call him great-great-uncle). These high-ranking kids were really the most troublesome. They held a high position in the family genealogy, but they were young and loved to play, so they would cause a ruckus at every wedding. You know, even my grandfather had to call these kids "uncle," so how could my parents dare to say a word? At the wedding, they could only let them ply their drinks, tease them, and make a ruckus in the bridal chamber. The worst part was that during the bridal chamber pranks, several of the higher-ranking kids even tried to squeeze into the bed with my parents. They were so precocious for their age.

When my grandfather saw this, instead of helping them out, he actually fanned the flames. Because traditionally, it was said that if more boys had slept and made a ruckus in the newlyweds' bed, the chances of having more and more sons would be greater.

I don't know if my grandfather was doing it for the sake of our Hu family's descendants, or if he just wanted to see how my mother would be teased by boys. The poor thing was that my mother was so embarrassed by those kids, and she didn't dare to refuse. She could only pretend to be half-drunk and let them do whatever they wanted. In the end, she had to hide under the quilt to cover herself, but they still wouldn't let her

go. They even crawled under the quilt with my parents and did the same thing. But let's get back to the bus ride with my girlfriend. The bus wasn't usually too crowded at night, but my girlfriend always gave up her seat for the elderly, so we had to stand. Standing had its advantages. My hand was on my girlfriend's shoulder, and my palm touched her soft hair. I couldn't help but gently stroke it. As her hair bounced up, my hand touched her tender face. It was so smooth and delicate. Her skin was as delicate as a child's. No wonder many people thought she looked like a teenage girl. Since we started having an intimate relationship, I rarely touched her face so carefully, because there were other parts that were more worthy of touching: breasts, buttocks, and vagina. How could I remember her pretty face? So, touching her face reminded me of the pure love I felt before we had any sexual relationship. Of course, I inherited my father's lustful nature, and even in the early stages of our relationship, I would have impure thoughts. Touching her pretty face was enjoyable, and I felt good about it, but my eyes kept wandering to her full breasts, round buttocks, and two soft, white thighs. My mind wandered to even worse ideas, like wanting to slip between her legs and invade her. I almost drooled over it. But back then, I had only kissed her face a few times; how could I dare to touch her like that? But I did come up with a method for fantasizing, which I'll teach you all for free.

I would put my hand on my girlfriend's fragrant shoulder, then stroke her hair, preferably even gently inhaling it, as if appreciating the subtle fragrance hidden within. Then, I would run my fingers through her hair to caress her pretty face, slowly and naturally. She would be infected by my love for her, resting her face against my palm, feeling the warmth of my hand.

My fingers would then touch her lips; her lips were so fresh and soft. I would stroke her lips with my index and middle fingers, then gently tap them inside her lips. She couldn't help but gently kiss my fingers. Haha, I usually tap my middle finger inside her lips; the middle finger is a symbol of a man's penis! Don't believe me? Why did you fight with the guy who pointed his middle finger at you when you were a kid? When I part her lips and put my middle finger inside her mouth, you can imagine it as shoving a penis into her mouth, or like using your fingers to probe her vagina. Wow, so good! When boyfriends and girlfriends first start dating, they don't immediately go to bed together, so this kind of fantasy already feels very enjoyable.

Tonight, I indulged in this long-unrefined pastime again. My middle finger gently caressed her lips, lightly painted with watercolor lipstick; they still felt so fresh and tender. I slowly slipped my middle finger into her mouth. My girlfriend and I are already quite intimate, and she understood the meaning behind my actions. She was quickly aroused by my erotic teasing and took my middle finger into her mouth. I could feel her tongue gently swirling around my finger, accompanied by soft panting. Damn, it was like she was sucking a penis; my actions had probably aroused her. I forgot it was Christmas Eve. The bus passed several stops, slowing down and becoming increasingly crowded. We were forced to the side of the bus, and because my girlfriend still had my middle finger in her mouth, we turned our faces to the window.

My middle finger continued to tease her tongue. Although it was just a fantasy, my girlfriend couldn't resist my teasing; her chest heaved, and she seemed to be moaning softly, though without making a sound.

The guy standing behind my girlfriend, dressed in a suit and looking quite refined, kept getting closer and closer. Based on my experience, a quick glance at his eyes told me he was a lecherous fellow. Seeing that we were both looking out the window, he squeezed in and, taking advantage of the bus's swaying, touched my girlfriend's round, soft buttocks with the back of his hand. She, however, was still engrossed in sucking my middle finger. Seeing that we didn't react, he knew this was an easy target for a couple, so he reversed his hand and this time actually pressed his palm against my girlfriend's buttocks.

Damn it, I'm a bad kid, I should die! He's really bold, knowing my girlfriend has a boyfriend with her, he still dared to touch her, and with considerable force. Damn it! Judging from this guy's practiced movements, he's probably a professional bus pervert. They know how to target vulnerable individuals. Even though the bus was packed, and many young women were wearing short skirts to celebrate Christmas Eve, dressed more provocatively than my girlfriend, this guy knew she was the timid and shy type, and that she'd be too embarrassed to speak up with her boyfriend around. So, fellow netizens, if your girlfriend or wife is timid, warn them to be careful of these bus perverts, or they might be subjected to arbitrary humiliation and sexual assault on public transport.

My girlfriend glanced at me, and I looked at her casually. I knew she sensed someone groping her, but looking at my face, she was too embarrassed to say anything, and instead blushed, quickly looking out the window. Seeing how brazenly he was groping my girlfriend's buttocks, and how she wasn't resisting, the pervert felt he had an even greater opportunity. He started groping her buttocks while simultaneously pulling up her short skirt. Her skirt wasn't fitted, so it was easily pulled up. The bus was packed, so no one could see it being pulled up like that. What I saw was that the pervert's hand was already inside my girlfriend's skirt.

"Mmm..."

my girlfriend let out a soft moan. Afraid I would find out something, she glanced at me again. I gave her a lewd smile, and she thought I was happy, happy that I could tease her with my fingers. So she turned her face back to the window, but I could see her pretty face trembling unnaturally, and soon her eyes were half-closed.

I secretly peeked behind her again and saw the pervert's hand, which was inside my girlfriend's skirt, moving incessantly. Damn it, it must have reached my girlfriend's buttocks, maybe even touched her tender vulva. Haha, I never imagined that on this bus ride, my girlfriend's two "mouths" would be being fucked by fingers at the same time.

"Ugh..."

My girlfriend let out a rather loud moan, almost losing her balance. I was so startled that I quickly pulled my fingers out of her lips. The pervert's hand was still inside her skirt, and he seemed to have been vigorously fiddling with it a few times before casually pulling it out from under her skirt.

Damn it, his middle finger (he uses the middle finger just like me!) had two joints sticky with a clear, wet liquid. I knew it must be my girlfriend's vaginal fluid; she's so sensitive, the slightest touch will cause it to leak out. Sure enough, after getting off the bus, my girlfriend walked a little strangely. I asked her why, and she said, "It's all your fault, you teased me until I was all wet."

Damn it, I touched her upper mouth with my finger, not her lower orifice, how can it be my fault? As we walked through a quiet, shady spot, I reached under her skirt and touched her. That's when I realized she was wearing thigh-high stockings, not pantyhose, so they only reached her thighs. My hand could directly touch her panties, and thus, the wet part of them. Ugh, that daring pervert got off easy! He must have seen my girlfriend was only wearing panties and took the opportunity to slip his middle finger inside her, making her so wet! Luckily, there was a department store near the wedding banquet venue. My girlfriend rushed in to buy some panties, and I picked out a red thong for her. She said her skirt was too short and she didn't want to wear that kind of panty, afraid of being exposed.

I picked out another pair of thin, semi-transparent white silk panties for her. She didn't seem too keen on them either, but since she asked me to come with her to the banquet, seeing my expectant look, she reluctantly nodded and went to the dressing room.

VI. Reencountering the Matchmaker:

The journey was truly long. It took a full two hours to get from home to the wedding banquet, including the time spent buying underwear at the department store. Finally, we arrived at the joyous wedding banquet.

I felt like we were aliens. First, we were dressed too formally. Apart from the hosts, the guests were all casually dressed country bumpkins. Before the banquet even started, some were playing drinking games and drinking beer, some were smoking, some were chewing betel nuts, and some were counting money, probably after finishing a mahjong game and settling the bill. Second, my girlfriend didn't see any familiar faces, and they were all strangers to me. My girlfriend had some uncles and aunts who should have been there, but some had gone abroad, and some didn't live in Taipei. So, she didn't see any familiar relatives that night. She only nodded and greeted some familiar faces, but she quietly told me that she couldn't even remember their names. It was truly laughable.

There were quite a few guests at the wedding banquet, but my girlfriend and I didn't recognize any of them and didn't know who we were supposed to sit with, so we were a bit lost and looked

around nervously. Then I saw a man in his thirties walking towards us from the right. He wasn't tall, and his long, dyed reddish-gold hair partially covered his left eye. He also had a mustache, whether unkempt or intentionally grown, it was really strange of him to come to a wedding banquet so unkempt! He walked quickly towards us, but my girlfriend was still looking around and didn't see him. He was already in front of us, and suddenly opened his arms and hugged my girlfriend. My girlfriend and I both gasped, "Huh?" I'm such a bad boy, I should die! Although my girlfriend is often teased by guys, it's not like this, openly teasing her in front of her boyfriend! "I can't believe you little brat came tonight!" the man said gruffly.

My girlfriend, still shaken, smiled when she saw his face and said, "Oh, it's Uncle Hao! You scared me to death! You're so naughty!"

She playfully punched his arm, and he laughed it off. It turned out this unkempt man was my girlfriend's uncle, Hao, who was also our matchmaker years ago. What a coincidence to run into him at this wedding banquet!

My uncle laughed, grabbed my girlfriend's wrist with his other hand, and reached down to kiss her on the lips. Even though she had turned her face towards me, he still kissed her pretty cheek.

My girlfriend blushed, glanced at me uneasily, and quickly pushed my uncle away, saying, "You're still the same old you, always so frivolous. Stop for a second, let me introduce you to my boyfriend." My uncle then grinned and let go of her hand. My girlfriend immediately pulled her hand back, took my arm, and said to him, "This is my boyfriend, Afei. Don't you think he's tall and handsome?" Then she said to me, "This is my carefree uncle, still as mischievous as a dozen boys in his thirties." My uncle brushed a tuft of hair that fell to his eyes, then shook my hand and said, "Hey, this is Master's son, the real Afei. He's really tall, I didn't introduce you wrong. You don't mind me kissing Shaoxia just now, do you? We've been friends since we were kids, I've kissed her several times. She's never been so formal with me, she only acts serious in front of you..."

My girlfriend raised her fist and said to him, "If you say anything bad about me again, I'm going to beat you up!" My uncle shut his mouth and gave me a helpless look, and I smiled generously.

I was secretly relieved to have met someone like Ah Hao, a carefree guy, at this kind of banquet. He knew a lot of relatives and friends, so he dragged my girlfriend around to greet everyone. I was happy to have some peace and quiet, instead of having to force a stiff smile and greet strangers with my girlfriend. Then, my uncle sat with us at the same table, my girlfriend between us. There were twelve people at the table, and we only knew my uncle. Luckily, he was good at talking and kept the atmosphere lively, encouraging us to eat and drink, so we didn't feel awkward. That wedding banquet was probably the most boring part. The groom, the one my girlfriend called Uncle Ah Yuan, was probably of a high generation, so only the bride and groom toasted each table of relatives and friends once. After that, no one dared to force them to drink, much less tease the bride and groom. Instead, the relatives and friends at each table played drinking games and forced each other to drink.

My girlfriend and I drank two or three glasses of red wine that night, which was already a habit.

My girlfriend's drinking habit probably stems from a comment I made before: "After drinking, her cheeks turn rosy, making

her look beautiful and cute." Girls love to hear compliments, so my girlfriend was always happy. At parties or bars, she'd habitually have a couple of low-alcohol beers, wines, or cocktails. My uncle, who knew many relatives and friends, kept running from table to table, drinking with everyone. He seemed to have forgotten he was a guest, not the host! He was drinking expensive, high-proof XO, and after several glasses, his face was flushed, but he wasn't really drunk—a true alcoholic!

When he returned to us, my girlfriend and I could smell the strong odor of alcohol on him.

"Come on, you two newlyweds, have a drink with your matchmaker!" My uncle put his arm around my girlfriend's shoulder; we could tell he was a little tipsy. He mentioned "matchmaker," and my girlfriend and I felt awkward refusing. It was all quite by chance. If he hadn't suddenly come to my house for a New Year's greeting, and if he hadn't insisted we take photos to make a lasting impression on Shaoxia, I wouldn't have been confident I could outshine all the suitors pursuing her, given her striking beauty.

This matchmaker truly deserves the most credit for making my girlfriend and me a great couple, so we should politely have a drink with him. We raised our glasses, wanting to clink them, but he exclaimed, "No, no, you're drinking this kind of low-class liquor with me!" Then he

went to call a waiter, who poured out our red wine and replaced it with the same XO he had. Damn it, we're not alcoholics like him; we can't drink that much! But he insisted, so my girlfriend and I had no choice but to finish the half-glass of XO.

A while of the alcohol taking effect made my head a little dizzy, but luckily, since I started working, I often drank with clients, so I managed to calm down. My uncle, however, seemed determined to get me to drink. He said, "Come on, Brother Fei, I haven't seen Master and Mistress in a long time. I'd like to toast them. You drink for them!"

Damn it, he always has a way of getting me to drink. I initially wanted to refuse, but he said, "Your parents are very good to me. They used to go out drinking with me. Now I want to toast them, so why don't you do me the honor?"

I knew my father was good to him, but I didn't know he'd bring my mother along when he went out drinking. I don't know if my father is smart or stupid, taking his beautiful wife to drink with a lecherous young man. Don't let my mother's usual demure and dignified demeanor fool you; when she's drunk, she becomes wanton and unrestrained, with no defenses whatsoever. Any man could easily undress her and take her to bed for his own pleasure. This uncle respects my father so much; surely he won't cheat on him?

I couldn't refuse, so I drank half a glass of XO. Now I was really drunk.

"Shaoxia, look at your boyfriend, he's so useless. He's drunk after just two drinks." My uncle laughed heartily, his arm still draped over Shaoxia's shoulder. Normally, an uncle putting his arm around his niece like that is a sign of care, nothing wrong with it. But because I knew he had done some lewd things to my girlfriend in the past, this gesture felt incredibly obscene to me. Of course, I wasn't angry; in fact, I felt a little aroused.

"Come on, Shaoxia, we haven't seen each other in a long time. Have a drink with your uncle." My uncle poured another drink for my girlfriend. Her alcohol tolerance is even lower than mine; I was already feeling a bit tipsy, so she must be drunk too. Sure enough, she didn't refuse at all. Her trembling hand wobbled as she picked up the glass and downed the half-full glass of XO.

When my girlfriend wasn't drunk, she knew to say no, but when she started to get drunk, she didn't know how to refuse and let people force her to drink.

I felt a sudden urge to urinate, probably from drinking too much.

I swayed and headed towards the restroom. After urinating in the toilet, I used my old trick again: I put my finger to the back of my tongue, and after a bout of nausea, I vomited up everything I had eaten, along with the alcohol.

By the time I washed my hands, I was much more sober.

But when I returned to the table, I still pretended to be swaying, hoping to fake being drunk and get home as soon as possible.

I saw that my girlfriend was already passed out, leaning against her uncle's shoulder. Damn it, this uncle must have gotten her drunk while I wasn't looking. When I sat down next to her, I noticed that her skirt was pulled up quite a bit, revealing her entire stockings, and even the exposed, fair legs above the stockings—wow, incredibly sexy. Wait, right, this uncle of my girlfriend's had teased her before; is he looking for another opportunity? A chill ran down my spine, and the thought of humiliating my girlfriend crept up on me. When my uncle saw me arrive, he grinned and said, "Our Miss Li's drinking capacity is really low; she's drunk after only two cups."

Then, he added mysteriously, "Hehe, tonight's your lucky night! I'll get her drunk so you can consummate your marriage with her!"

"Haha,"

I said, feigning drunkenness, "Great! I've wanted to consummate my marriage with her for a long time. Tonight will be perfect." By then, the banquet was almost over, and many relatives and friends had left. Some of our tablemates had already left, leaving only a few elderly people. Seeing the three of us so drunk and rambling, they got up and left, clearly unhappy. "

Okay, then let's consummate our marriage at my house tonight. My house is nearby," my uncle said, sounding excited.

I was also a little excited. Taking my girlfriend to someone else's house for a "honeymoon" on Christmas Eve—it sounded pretty exciting!

VII. The Joy of a Three-Person Honeymoon

My uncle and I helped my girlfriend leave the wedding banquet. Her body was limp, and we were unsure how to position her.

I really wish I could carry my girlfriend myself; it might be easier that way.

My girlfriend isn't heavy; she's gained a little weight recently, but only 47.5 kilograms. Plus, she's slender and petite, so she's easy to carry. But I was pretending to be drunk; I couldn't possibly carry her so easily, could I? When we got to the street, this young man was quite clever. He said to me, "If we drag her along, people will think we're bad guys.

Let me carry her."

I deliberately chuckled and drunkenly said to him, "Okay, you can carry me now, but later, when I'm going to consummate our marriage, you can't do it with her." Hehe, my acting is getting better and better; I could almost win a Golden Horse Award. The young man said, "Don't worry, I'll carry her to bed for you, so you can consummate your marriage with her, okay?"

Then he picked my girlfriend up in his arms. He held her by the back with one hand and her legs with the other, so my girlfriend's short skirt hung down to her slender waist, exposing her thighs. One section was covered by stockings, and the other was bare, revealing her pink thighs. Her semi-transparent silk panties, which she had just bought from the department store, couldn't conceal her tender pubic area; the dark pubic hair was visible, clearly seen not only by my uncle but also by many passersby celebrating Christmas Eve. I

pretended not to notice, but I was secretly excited. Damn, I'd always wanted my girlfriend to show her panties in public, but I lacked the courage, only daring to let her show them for a few seconds. But now my uncle was letting her panties be exposed to others at will. Hehe, exposing my girlfriend like this is really satisfying!

My uncle's residence was nearby; we walked two blocks to his second-floor apartment. He put my girlfriend down, took out his key, and opened the door. The apartment was tiny; the moment I opened the door, I saw the whole place was a mess. Newspapers and magazines were scattered everywhere, including some pornographic ones, featuring naked foreign women exposing exaggerated breasts or full buttocks. There was no distinction between the living room and bedroom, so I also saw the messy bed. Although the blankets and clothes were piled haphazardly on the bed, it was the only relatively decent-looking item compared to the surrounding clutter, clothes, and shoes. He gently laid my girlfriend down on the bed and said to me, "Don't be shy, sit on the bed as you like. I'll give this bed to you and Shaoxia for your wedding night."

He then turned on the electric heater, making the otherwise chilly Christmas Eve warm and cozy.

I pretended to be drunk and pouted, saying, "There's no room here, how can we consummate our marriage? Tell me, you call yourself a matchmaker, how are you going to teach me how to consummate our marriage?" My uncle chuckled lewdly and said, "Want me to teach you how to consummate your marriage? No problem, don't think I'm not married yet, I bring girls here every week to consummate our marriage!"

After he finished speaking, he pressed me onto the bed, making my body press against my girlfriend, and said, "Hehe, I really have to be a good matchmaker! Come on, kiss me and show me!"

I deliberately pretended to be a little drunk and nodded, saying, "Uncle, don't underestimate us, do you think we don't even know how to kiss? Shaoxia and I kiss all the time!" After saying that

, I hugged my girlfriend and kissed her little mouth.

Although I was pretending to be drunk, I was telling the truth. My girlfriend's mouth was so soft, so I really liked kissing her.

My tongue slipped into her little mouth and rolled around with hers. Although she was drunk, she was still aroused by my teasing, and even with her eyes closed, she kissed me back. Kissing isn't anything special, but the fact that my girlfriend and I were embracing on my uncle's bed, and kissing in front of him, was incredibly exciting.

"Kiss her, kiss her, don't just kiss her lips, kiss her cheeks and neck too," my uncle said, moving my head towards her face. I kissed her cheeks in return. He moved my head towards her neck, and I pretended to be drunk and submissive, letting him direct me as I kissed her neck. At that moment, my desire to humiliate my girlfriend quietly took over. Oh my god, I might as well make love right in front of this lecherous uncle! This thought flashed through my mind, but my heart was pounding. I intentionally kissed downwards, kissing my girlfriend's wool sweater, deliberately kissing her two high breasts. My girlfriend gasped softly from my kisses.

"Yes, yes, yes, kiss her breasts, that's the most sensitive spot for a girl!" my uncle encouraged me from behind. Wow, that feeling was amazing! If you have the chance in the future, try this: having sex with your girlfriend while a friend cheers you on. The thrill is indescribable. How can I put it? Imagine my parents having sex, and I, as their son, stand behind them, encouraging them: "Dad, Dad, come kiss Mom's breasts!"

"Dad, Dad, come touch Mom's ass!"

"Dad, Dad, come fuck Mom's pussy!"

Just imagine the excitement of your parents having sex like that—it's indescribable!

However, on the other hand, my mother is still very well-maintained; her skin is delicate, and her breasts, waist, and hips are still shapely. I worry that if I saw her round breasts, alluring vulva, and naked body, my penis would get hard, and I'd say some outrageous things: "Dad, Dad, if you can't do it, let me fuck Mom's tender cunt for you!"

"Dad, Dad, let's both attack Mom together!"

Don't imitate this, everyone; saying such things won't cheer your dad on, and you'll definitely get a good beating from him. Of course, if Mom and Dad are drunk, that's a different story. I could be a little more audacious and do something like Mulan "taking my father's place in the army," bombarding Mom's harbor, maybe even making her do all sorts of things inappropriate.

Damn! Is my sperm in my head? I'm overthinking it!

My lips moved down my girlfriend's sweater, kissing her slender waist. I buried my face inside her clothes. It was already December, so she was wearing a thin cotton sweatshirt. I lifted it up and saw her underwear, inhaling her natural body fragrance. That scent, mixed with the natural floral aroma of her usual shower gel, was so alluring, so tempting, that I wanted to devour her immediately. So, as soon as I smelled her fragrance, I eagerly lifted her underwear, touching her smooth, soft skin. My girlfriend's skin was truly flawless. Some girls may be beautiful, but their skin is rough or prone to allergies; some girls may have beautiful, delicate skin, but it doesn't look quite right. Someone as sweet and beautiful as my girlfriend, with smooth, flawless skin, is truly rare, perhaps one in a million. But I always enjoyed letting other men humiliate my beautiful and charming girlfriend, letting others enjoy her beauty and smooth skin. What a strange person I am.

When I kissed my girlfriend's belly, I also gently scraped her skin with the tip of my tongue. My girlfriend's whole body writhed, and she made soft "hmm, hmm, hum" sounds from her nostrils and mouth. I knew that kissing her like this would slowly arouse her desire.

"Don't waste time kissing her tummy," my uncle said. "Kiss it up, kiss it in."

I deliberately obeyed and moved my mouth up, kissing my girlfriend's upper abdomen, almost to her heart. I could almost hear her heart beating. Although it wasn't very fast, it was faster than usual. It seemed that she could feel my kissing her.

I turned my face up, but her sweatshirt, hoodie, and underwear blocked my way. I deliberately acted like a drunkard, confused and at a loss.

I thought this lecherous uncle would definitely help me. As expected, my uncle said, "Let me help you lift your clothes."

His voice sounded a bit strange, a lewd, suggestive tone. He even swallowed hard after speaking. Damn, so lewd! He then pulled up my girlfriend's three layers of clothing, and my face followed suit, moving upwards as if I were in a hurry. My uncle was just as eager, pulling her clothes up forcefully until they reached her breasts. My girlfriend's bras were exposed, her full breasts swaying as if they were about to spill out.

I kissed her bras, kissing the exposed breasts. My girlfriend suddenly gasped, "Hmm, um, uh…" she made seductive sounds, her head shaking slightly, then she uttered, "No… no… no… no…"

Wow, she wasn't completely drunk after all; she was still consciously protesting when I kissed her breasts. However, her soft "no" protests, mixed with moans, only excited me more. I immediately buried my face in her deep cleavage, enjoying the warmth of her soft breasts. Just then, I suddenly felt my girlfriend's bra moving. I moved my face slightly away from her cleavage, and the bra slid up. It turned out that while I was lost in her cleavage, my uncle had secretly unhooked the back of her bra, and now that I was pulling my face away, he could easily lift it up.

My heart immediately started racing. Damn, there was no speedometer at the time, otherwise I would have known my heart rate was over 120 beats per minute. It's one thing to enjoy humiliating my girlfriend normally, but in real life, the thrill was intense because I knew my girlfriend's two big breasts were about to be exposed to another man.

Before I could even process what was happening, my girlfriend's bra was suddenly pulled up by her uncle, revealing her two round, soft breasts, swaying and incredibly alluring. Especially the two erect, light brown, slightly pink nipples, which were incredibly arousing.

Damn! Normally, if my girlfriend wore sexy clothes and a guy glanced at her, she would blush and quickly hide. But now, haha, her breasts were completely exposed. The way she was lying on her back meant her breasts were completely unprotected, wide open in front of the two of us guys, swaying back and forth. Damn, it was so lewd. Any guy who saw it would immediately want to pounce on her and fuck her senseless. Seeing that I wasn't moving much, her uncle moved my head to my girlfriend's left breast and pressed it down, so my face was pressed against her nipple, my mouth right against it.

"Right, right, hurry up and suck her breasts," her uncle said lewdly. Damn it, my girlfriend is his niece!

I opened my lips and sucked her nipple into my mouth, sticking out my tongue and gently teasing her nipple. My girlfriend couldn't resist my stimulation; her body writhed more and more, and the frequency of her moans and groans increased.

"Here, here..." Just as I was enjoying kissing my girlfriend's nipple, my uncle moved my head towards her right breast. "Suck it, suck it..."

I was stunned to see my girlfriend's right breast standing erect. It turned out my uncle was using his large hand to support her breast. My heart skipped a beat, and I buried my face in her right nipple, sucking on it. A glance to the other side revealed my uncle's other hand already grasping my left breast, which I had just kissed, his fingers teasing the nipple.

"Mmm...mmm...no...mmm..."

my girlfriend protested again, but soon replaced by a series of intoxicating moans. She didn't know that the one making her moan was her own uncle! Wow, this is the first time I've ever participated in someone else's abuse of my girlfriend, and the feeling is incredibly exciting. Just imagine, another man is holding your girlfriend's breasts for you to kiss, and while you're enjoying her tenderness, he's secretly groping and squeezing her breasts, making her moan and groan!

Since her uncle has started touching my girlfriend's breasts, let him enjoy it. So I moved my face to the center of my girlfriend's chest, kissing her cleavage, and then kissing and sucking downwards, exposing her breasts openly to her uncle. Of course, this lecherous uncle didn't miss this opportunity. I saw from the corner of my eye that his hands were grasping my girlfriend's breasts and starting to knead them. Her breasts were big and soft, so with just a little pressure, his hands squeezed and moved them around.

Although I only saw him playing with my girlfriend's breasts from the corner of my eye, I already felt extremely excited, especially seeing him squeezing and kneading her big breasts; my blood was rushing through my veins.

I thought to myself: Uncle, go ahead and have your fun with Shaoxia. You already touched her when she was in junior high. How was it? Did you enjoy it? More enjoyable than before? Of course, I've put in a lot of effort these past few years to rub her breasts, and of course, a lot of men have contributed to making them so big. So, your feeling now is very different from before, right? Especially big, right? Damn, speaking of big breasts, besides being born with the right figure, a lot of cultivation is needed. For example, drinking more milk can make breasts bigger, doing more chest-expanding exercises can also help. Also, letting men touch and squeeze them more often will make them bigger. So when you see a big-breasted woman on the street, don't assume she was born with them. It's very likely that she's been touched by men hundreds of times to become so alluring. Uncle's touching didn't stop. He also used his thumb to rotate around her nipples, making her two small nipples hard and erect, and the color changed from light brown to light red, very tempting. Although my girlfriend was still in a drunken stupor, being played with like this by her uncle, she couldn't help but let out soft moans: "Mmm... Ah... Ah... Afei... No... Ah..."

Her hands were still outstretched, one on my head, trying to push my head away, the other on her uncle's palm, as if trying to remove his hand from her breasts.

I glanced at my girlfriend's pretty face; she was still in a drunken stupor, her usually bright eyes still half-closed. Damn it, she had no idea that her boyfriend had sold her to her uncle for his pleasure. A surge of excitement welled up inside me, and I kissed my girlfriend's abdomen passionately, then lower down. Her belly was thin, a sensitive area for her, and my kisses made her gasp.

My mouth went over her belly, kissing all the way to her navel.

I looked up slightly, and my girlfriend's body from her breasts down was exposed; her dress had been pushed up to her lower abdomen, making her even more alluring.

I tried to unbuckle my girlfriend's belt, but pretended to be drunk and confused, unable to undo it no matter how hard I tried. My boyfriend's younger brother immediately came to my rescue, easily untying her belt and pulling her skirt down to her calves. She was now only wearing thin, semi-transparent panties and fishnet stockings that reached her thighs—very alluring. And now there was another man with me, staring lustfully at my girlfriend's body, which only excited me more. Suddenly, my boyfriend's younger brother placed his hands on my waist and began to unbuckle my belt. What the hell? Was my girlfriend's boyfriend bisexual? Did he like men as well as women? But I was still pretending to be drunk, so of course I couldn't refuse him. Damn, having your pants pulled down by a man isn't a pleasant experience. He unbuckled my belt from behind, pulled down my outer pants, and then grabbed the edge of my panties and pulled them down. Wow, taking off a man's underwear felt more like being about to be raped. My uncle even deliberately spread my legs, making my erect penis sway. And that wasn't all; he also deliberately spread my buttocks apart. I was pretending to be drunk, so I couldn't protest. Oh my god, was he really going to sodomize me?

Luckily, he was just joking. His attention then focused on my girlfriend's beautiful body. He pulled my hand towards her slender waist, then towards her panties. Before my hand could move, he had pulled them down. Looking at the tender flesh of her mons pubis and the soft pubic hair forming a triangle, my penis grew even bigger. He said, "Hehe, to consummate the marriage, you have to touch her little hole..."

He grabbed my hand and led it to my girlfriend's vulva. She'd just been touched, pinched, and kissed by the two of us men, her vulva was already awash with moisture, so when our fingers touched it, it was wet and slippery. He forced his middle finger inside, and my index finger followed. Wow, it was the first time I'd ever used another man's fingers to explore my lovely girlfriend's vulva. He wasn't as gentle as I was; he roughly shoved his finger straight into my girlfriend's vulva. Of course, she wasn't his girlfriend, so why should he be gentle? But the roughness had a different kind of excitement. He spread my girlfriend's legs wide, exposing her vulva completely, and then thrust his middle finger inside, making her moan, "Ugh... um... ah..."

A little while later, he made me continue exploring her vulva, while he also stripped off her stockings.

There's a reason I used "peel" instead of "take off." My uncle peeled off my girlfriend's stockings like he was peeling a shrimp or an egg, revealing her two fair and tender thighs. At this point, my girlfriend was completely naked from the breasts down, all her private parts exposed to the two of us men. Just now, I saw my girlfriend's breasts being touched by my uncle, and now she was naked in front of him, which excited me immensely. My penis was as thick as a cucumber, and I couldn't resist wanting to hold my girlfriend and have sex with her.

I hugged my girlfriend and kissed her, when suddenly my girlfriend made a "mmm...mmm...mmm..." I glanced at my girlfriend's back out of the corner of my eye, and it turned out to be the work of her lecherous uncle again. I saw his hand reaching under my girlfriend's two round buttocks and touching between her legs. Hehe, he must be touching her pussy again, that's why she's so excited.

I wanted to join in the fun, so I ran my hands down her back, touching her two round, smooth buttocks, and then her two long, lovely legs. I spread her legs apart, and sure enough, her moans became even more urgent, her legs tightly clamping around my thick waist. Hehe, by spreading her legs, wasn't that the same as completely exposing her pussy to her uncle? Wasn't that the same as spreading her labia for him to touch? Although I didn't see how he touched my girlfriend's pussy, I could hear the sizzling sound of his fingers probing inside.

I was incredibly excited! Wow, this was a golden opportunity to humiliate my girlfriend! I'd been trying to find ways to make my girlfriend seduce other men all day long, and now that she was completely exposed, I finally had to find a way to let her uncle have his way with her. So I picked up my girlfriend, rolled over on the bed, and pulled her onto me, making sure her buttocks were facing upwards. Now her uncle could do whatever he wanted with her.

8. Matchmaker Turns into Pervert

Suddenly, my girlfriend let out a moan, "Ah...ah..." Only then did I feel a sudden weight on my body. Squinting, I saw—ah! When had my uncle stripped himself naked? His genitals seemed to be pressed against my girlfriend's buttocks! Damn it, this uncle wasn't a matchmaker, he was a pervert! I believe he never truly intended to find Shaoxia a boyfriend; he only wanted to seduce her. He never imagined he'd be raping her in front of her boyfriend.

"Hmph!"

"Ah..." My uncle snorted, his thick waist thrusting forcefully against my girlfriend's buttocks, causing her to moan. He continued humming and snorting, making my girlfriend moan incessantly. Damn it, his penis was already inside my girlfriend's vagina! My heart was filled with mixed emotions. The thought of my beloved girlfriend being innocently penetrated and tormented by another man's penis filled me with pity. But at the same time, an irresistible excitement surged through my body; the more heartbroken

I was, the stronger this feeling became. My penis was throbbing with excitement, and to cover it up, I pretended to be drunk and babbling incoherently. So I mumbled, "Xia, I want to consummate our marriage! I want..." Then I seemed to pass out, no longer making a sound. Heh heh, this way I could focus on watching my girlfriend being violated by her uncle!

Seeing me pass out, her uncle turned Xia's body around, taking my place, stripping off her top, and pressing himself against her again. His unkempt beard kissed her lips, his hands greedily kneading her breasts, then moving downwards to her genitals, his fingers digging into her vagina again, causing my girlfriend to moan lasciviously. He hoisted my girlfriend's beautiful legs onto his shoulders, wow, that exposed her entire pussy! I couldn't help but get excited, my cock throbbing uncontrollably. I glanced at my uncle; he was completely focused on my girlfriend, so he probably didn't see my throbbing. His own cock, thick and large, was also throbbing. He gently rubbed it against her already wet pussy, but when the head slid in, he couldn't help but press down hard. "Plop!" Damn, his entire cock, head and all, plunged into my girlfriend's tender pussy. He showed no mercy, making my girlfriend wince and let out a soft "Ah!"

It seemed my uncle hadn't played with such a cute girl in a long time, and my girlfriend was his niece, so he was very excited, thrusting hard into her pussy, making her legs tremble. I'm a bad boy, I should die! This kind of fucking really made my cute and innocent girlfriend incredibly lewd. His thick waist rose and fell, pulling his huge cock in and out of her small, tight pussy.

"Fuck Lin's mother's stinky, tender cunt!"

Wow, my uncle, while fucking my girlfriend, suddenly uttered extremely crude local profanities, "Lin's father has wanted to fuck you for a long time, but couldn't get to you the last few times, hehe, tonight I'll fuck your tender cunt until it tears!"

I saw the veins on his forehead and neck bulge, his thick, bear-like waist pressing down on my girlfriend's body again and again. Although the speed wasn't too fast, each thrust was forceful, each thrust completely inserting his huge cock into her little pussy, while wildly shaking his thick waist, as if he wanted to use his huge cock to shred her tender little pussy flesh. Damn it, please don't actually tear my girlfriend's tender little cunt, otherwise I won't be able to enjoy it anymore.

Some people like to remain silent during sex, silence speaks louder than words. But most of the people I know like to add spice and lewdness during sex, stimulating emotions to the extreme.

I personally really enjoy it. My girlfriend was initially shy, but she got used to it later.

I've also eavesdropped on my parents having sex; they often talk lewdly while doing it. This uncle seemed to particularly enjoy talking lewdly when he was having sex with my girlfriend.

"I often go to my second brother's house because I want to have sex with you two sisters!" The uncle continued talking while having sex. The second brother he was referring to was my girlfriend's father. He probably never imagined that he would have such a lewd younger brother who wanted to play with his two daughters.

"Hmph, I've had sex with your sister five or six times, but I've never had a proper sex with you! Every time there's an accident."

Wow, this guy! It turns out he had wicked thoughts about these two beautiful nieces before, and had already lewdly taken advantage of my girlfriend's sister, Shaoqing. So, fellow netizens, if you have beautiful daughters, girlfriends, wives, or mothers at home, never trust your relatives and friends too much. If you frequently invite them over, they might start having lustful thoughts. "Look at my girlfriend's parents, they trusted this uncle too much, thinking he was childlike and liked playing with kids. They ended up sending their two beautiful daughters into the wolf's den.

"

He chuckled lewdly, "I didn't expect you to come to me tonight. Fuck you, your boyfriend's lying next to you, so what? You're still going to spread your legs and I'll fuck your tender cunt!"

He deliberately pressed my girlfriend's legs apart, opening her delicate triangle wide, especially her beautiful little cunt, which he had made utterly disheveled, as if it were opening its mouth to welcome his lewd phallus. Although my girlfriend was drunk and dizzy, she couldn't withstand his violent fondling. She let out moans, her body writhing, but she showed no resistance, letting her uncle ravage and rape her.

I saw the uncle thrust into my girlfriend hundreds of times, then pick her up, make her lie face down on the bed, and then rape her from behind.

I saw his huge cock thrusting in and out of her pussy with a "sizzling" sound, making her want to shake her ass to endure his violation. But she was still half-drunk, so her buttocks swayed from side to side, making her look even more lewd.

My uncle swallowed hard and said, "Wow, I never thought my second brother and sister-in-law would be so good at having children, giving birth to two slutty daughters. Your sister can shake her ass, and you can wiggle your ass too!"

My girlfriend was panting heavily from his penetration, and could only lie on the bed like a female dog, letting her uncle fuck her pussy. Her whole body trembled with his thrusts, even her two big breasts swayed back and forth, and my uncle's two big hands rubbed them, kneading her tender breasts.

"Fuck you, you're so pretty and cute, but you're like a bitch when it comes to sex!" This uncle is awful. He's harassing my girlfriend while simultaneously cursing her. "Damn, you're like a little bitch who needs to be fucked!"

He doesn't even spare me with his lewd words, continuing, "Doesn't your boyfriend satisfy you? You're such a slut who needs to be fucked. Is your boyfriend impotent? Lying there letting his girlfriend be fucked by anyone!" The uncle's big cock thrusts in and out of my girlfriend's cunt, making a squelching sound, which, combined with his lewd words, makes the scene incredibly obscene.

Fuck! Nonsense! I was already so excited that my cock was hard and erect. How could he be impotent? I... I just like my girlfriend being played with.

"Hehe, your boyfriend can't satisfy you, so you call me to satisfy you!"

After saying that, he thrust into my girlfriend dozens of times before continuing, "My master is really useless, having such a useless son like Ah Fei, he can't even protect his own girlfriend, letting others seduce her!" What? How could this guy say such a thing? Isn't he the one who respects my father the most as his master? He's even including my father in his lewd talk? It's simply outrageous.

"Fuck your mother, ha... ha..." My uncle started panting heavily, forcefully spreading my girlfriend's two tender buttocks so that his penis could penetrate deeper. "Will the master be like his useless son, unable to satisfy his master's wife? Master, shall I help you satisfy your master's wife...?" Damn it, I know his fantasies are constantly changing, and right now he must be thinking of my mother's mature and alluring figure. His lewd words are really rude, even slandering my mother! Damn it, this guy is so lecherous, who knows if he ever messed with my mom before. My dad went too far, not only did he go drinking and having fun with these young people, but he also took my mom with him.

Damn it, I'm a bad kid, I should die! His words made my mind wander, and suddenly I felt that the girl he was riding wasn't my girlfriend, but my mom! My mom was naked, and he was thrusting into her tender pussy.

I really wondered if this uncle, who knew so much about getting people drunk, had gotten my parents drunk before, and when my mom woke up, he had already fucked her several times, making her feel like she was dying from lust? Soon, the uncle was panting heavily with excitement and couldn't speak, only thrusting into my girlfriend dozens more times, squeezing out all the juices from her pussy.

I knew his penis was deeply inside my girlfriend's cervix, and then I heard

a "squelch, squelch" sound. Damn it, he poured his thick semen into my girlfriend's pussy! When the uncle let out a sigh of relief, I also breathed a sigh of relief. Watching my girlfriend being ravished by another man was ten times more exciting and thrilling than riding a roller coaster or pirate ship. After it was all over, of course, I felt a sense of relief. Perhaps the alcohol was slowly wearing off, because when my uncle covered my girlfriend and me with the blanket, I was already in a daze and fell into a deep sleep… It

was almost dawn when I finally woke up from my drunken stupor. I heard my girlfriend's alluring moans, but she wasn't beside me; the moans were coming from the small bathroom. As you all know, I've had my share of these experiences, so I immediately assumed my girlfriend was being ravished by her uncle again. My heart pounded with excitement and nervousness. I threw on a shirt and quietly went to the bathroom. My uncle's bathroom didn't have a door, only a curtain. I lifted the curtain and saw my uncle and girlfriend slept together in the bathtub. But there was a frosted, not-so-transparent white shower curtain outside, so I couldn't see what was really going on. I could only see two fleshy creatures intertwined and hear the sounds of flesh slapping together.

"Uncle...you're so bad...ah..."

my girlfriend gasped, "I knew it...you wanted to do this to me...this time you really...ah...fucked me to death...ah...you're my uncle...why do you always want to...fuck me..."

"Hehe, I almost got to do it to you last time," my uncle said with a lewd grin. "Do you remember that time I celebrated your college admission?" What? My girlfriend and I had been secretly dating since she entered college. She was already my girlfriend. How could this uncle still mess around with her? I remember that day after the college results were released, I wanted to celebrate with her, but she said she wanted to celebrate with her family. So my uncle was her

"family"!

"Ah...you took me...to a disco...oh um..."

my girlfriend moaned, "After dancing...you took me to a back alley...and even took my pants off...I wonder how many people saw...it's so embarrassing...ah..." My god, luckily she had already given me her virginity when we were secretly dating, otherwise that celebration would have been a huge loss.

"Wow, your breasts are so much bigger now!" my uncle chuckled. "Much bigger than before, your boyfriend really knows how to touch them!" Hehe, my girlfriend's breasts aren't just my doing, I often secretly let other men touch them, so this credit belongs to everyone! Speaking of which, do girls with big breasts have been touched by many men? Quickly check your girlfriends, see how big their breasts are, if they're well-developed, they've definitely been played with by many men.

"Ah... don't touch anymore... quickly squeeze my breasts until they break... ah..."

my girlfriend moaned, "Ah... quickly fuck me until they break... quick... quick... quick..." my uncle attacked rapidly, probably because he had sex last night, his stamina wasn't very strong this time. I saw the shadow of flesh in the bathtub change, it looked like my girlfriend was being forced to kneel on the bathtub by him, and then she let out an "oh, uh." Based on my experience, I knew my uncle's penis must have gone into my girlfriend's mouth, and the battle was finally over.

I tiptoed back to bed and pretended to be asleep again.

The next day, when we said goodbye to my uncle, he said he would come to our house to pay a New Year's visit. I was a little scared. A lecherous man like my uncle—we really shouldn't let them into the house. Letting someone like that come to pay a New Year's visit is like inviting a wolf into the house! He'll definitely drink and force himself on us, getting my dad and me drunk, and then he'll wreak havoc, turning our house upside down. My mom, sister, and girlfriend will definitely suffer. Maybe he'll even play the "one emperor, three empresses" game, taking advantage of their breasts, buttocks, and vaginas, filling the house with a spring-like atmosphere. I don't know whether that's tragic or joyful. The first day of the Lunar New Year is coming in a few days, and I have mixed feelings—nervous, excited, worried, and expectant all at once…

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