The Goddess Who Fears to Wither at the Touch (Complete) Author: CFIFI

A Goddess I Feared to Fade Away

Yan'er and I were classmates in university. It was quite a coincidence; at the start of the new semester, before I even knew we were in the same class,
I noticed her on the way home. She was petite, elegant, beautiful, and had long hair. When our eyes met, I felt she was
a girl with a story. Later, in the first class, I found out that this pretty young woman was actually in my class. In
the days that followed, although Yan'er wouldn't be considered a campus beauty, she possessed a unique charm that attracted many
ordinary guys, and many lustful young men. Of course, she also attracted
me, an ordinary guy with lustful desires. Yan'er was my goddess, someone I feared to fade away.

Yan'er was always surrounded by male classmates, regardless of whether they were ugly, handsome, poor, rich, or
lewd. She always managed to mingle with them. Yan'er was outspoken, spouting profanities, dirty jokes, and talking about sex and love.
She also had several tattoos—different designs on her feet, the back of her neck, her fingers, and her lower back.
Therefore, she had very few female friends, only one or two, but a large group of male friends. Her female classmates thought Yan'er
was open, shameless, and a slut. Her male classmates thought she was someone they could play around with, have sex with, but wouldn't have to
take responsibility for. I admit, I also thought about having sex with Yan'er. But I was
one . It wasn't because I had a girlfriend, but because I always genuinely felt that Yan'er wasn't
what she appeared to be. On the contrary, I felt she was a little melancholic, a little pitiful, lonely, and isolated.
Yan'er never had a boyfriend, and no loser had ever managed to sleep with her.

My girlfriend occasionally mentions Yan'er, saying things like, "She's hooking up with so-and-so again," or "She's hooking up with so-and-so too."
I know none of this has actually happened, because the "wolf circle" (a derogatory term for people who are sexually active) is always discussing
when become a "public bus" (a euphemism for someone who is sexually active). I'll tell my girlfriend, "Why do you care? Let
her hook up with whomever she wants." My girlfriend gets angry and says, "Do you want to hook up with her too?" I say, "I've thought about it, but I don't dare." My girlfriend says, "
If you dare, I'll cut off your penis." I just laugh. My girlfriend knows I don't actually hang out with Yan'er. My

girlfriend and I rent an apartment off-campus. We're young and full of energy, and we often have sex at night. My girlfriend is great in every way—
good figure, big breasts, a perky butt, a plump bottom and a tender vagina—but during sex, she just lies there like a corpse. She won't move at all in the woman-on-top position, and she doesn't want
oral , but she does moan. Her voice isn't sweet, but her moaning is melodious and
arousing. However, after a while, sex with my girlfriend became boring; I got too tired. My girlfriend wanted it again tonight
, and I was reluctant. I said, "I can't get it up, you have to give me oral sex." She said, "No, you said you didn't want me to give you oral sex."
My girlfriend reached out and touched my penis; it really wasn't hard. My girlfriend grinned mischievously and said, "How about I get Yan'er to give you oral sex? She
says she's a master at it." Hearing that, my penis immediately became engorged and slowly erect. I said, "She told you that?" My girlfriend
, while touching my penis, said, "She told all of us in the dorm. She also said that good oral sex skills can capture a
man's heart." I was stunned and said, "Why don't you ask her for some pointers?" My girlfriend took out a lollipop, unwrapped it,
stuck out her tongue and lightly licked it, circling it, sucking hard, drawing the lollipop deep inside, then slowly pulling it out,
then sucking it in again, then pulling it out again. My girlfriend looked at me with a mischievous grin, and I suddenly felt full of energy; my penis was fully erect! I
hastily ripped off my girlfriend's clothes, roughly kneading her large breasts, spreading her legs, not even bothering to remove her panties,
just tossing them aside. I pulled down my own pants, rubbing my penis up and down at the entrance, then with a forceful thrust, it slid in all the way. My girlfriend
screamed, "Slow down!" I thrust wildly a few times, and she seemed to be in a little pain, so I slowed down,
moving slowly, leaning down to kiss her hot lips, biting her ear. Her sweet moans began to stimulate
me again. As I thrust, I licked her ear, saying, "What else did Yan'er tell you?" My
girlfriend grabbed my back with both hands, saying, "She said...she said...squeeze your penis tightly, and a man will be in ecstasy." Hearing this,
I sucked hard on her nipples, biting and pulling them up. My girlfriend screamed, "It hurts!" I turned my girlfriend over, making her
lie face down ; doggy style is my favorite. I thrust forcefully, gripping her plump buttocks, pumping rapidly. My girlfriend's moans grew louder, and I became increasingly excited. Finally, I couldn't hold back and ejaculated inside her. I lay on top of her, panting heavily. My girlfriend
paused for a moment and said, "Honey, why were you so rough tonight? You've never been like this before. Is it because of
Yan'er?" I kissed her smooth back and said, "No, it's because you licked the lollipop, it aroused me, and I imagined
you giving me oral sex." My girlfriend laughed and said, "Just think about it, I really can't do it. I'm sorry." I said,
"It's okay , I love you, not just for oral sex." We fell asleep contentedly in each other's arms.

I didn't tell my girlfriend that I was actually thinking about Yan'er, about her tongue, about her giving me oral sex,
about her moaning beneath me. I'm sorry, wife.

My first prolonged encounter with Yan'er was in a taxi. That day, I was waiting for the bus, preparing to go to
the supermarket. Seeing Yan'er approach, I nodded in acknowledgment and didn't speak. After a while, Yan'er asked me, "
Where are you going?" I said, "To the supermarket." Yan'er said, "Me too, how about we take a taxi, split the bill?"
I thought for a moment and said, "I don't think I have a reason to refuse you." She laughed and said, "Okay." I hailed a taxi, and we
went to the supermarket together. Within minutes, my penis was rock hard. At the supermarket, I paid the fare
and gestured that she didn't need to pay. Inside, she followed me around. After a few laps, I only bought chocolate.
She bought some daily necessities. We went to the checkout together. While queuing, I randomly picked out a box of condoms, and Yan'er surprisingly
said, "These aren't good, buy the ribbed ones." She leaned close to my ear and whispered, "They last longer." I was stunned. She put the ones I had picked
out back and took the ribbed ones. With a mischievous grin, she said, "It's my treat." After leaving the supermarket, I asked, "How did you know I need to last
?" She laughed and said, "Your girlfriend often doesn't come back to her dorm, I know that." I thought for a moment and said, "That doesn't necessarily mean I'm not good at lasting." Yan'er said, "Why don't you buy the granulated kind? Your girlfriend will definitely like it. " I was taken aback again and blurted out, "You're the one who likes the granulated kind, aren't you?" Yan'er laughed and patted me, then whispered in my ear, "I like the real thing." I laughed too. Although I knew Yan'er wasn't shy about talking about sex, I didn't expect her to be this open, especially since we weren't that close. I said, "I can't go back with you, it wouldn't be good if my wife saw us." Yan'er handed me a ribbed condom and said goodbye.

Back at school, I remembered I hadn't taken the chocolate, so I called Yan'er and said, "I forgot the chocolate,
where are you?" Yan'er said, "Oh, I ate it." I said, "Could you be any more shameless?" Yan'er said, "I'll
buy it for you next time." I said, "It's okay, consider it my treat." She said, "I paid for it, what are you treating me to?" I
said, "I don't have a sister." Yan'er laughed and said, "Were you buying it for your girlfriend?" I said, "Originally."
She said, "It's not Valentine's Day. It's okay." I said, "She's getting her period tomorrow and needs it." Yan'er was surprised and
said, "You knew that?" I said, "I calculate it for her every month." She said, "I'm sorry. I'll go
buy it for you later." I said, "Never mind, I'll go buy it myself, it's okay." I think I left
a good impression on Yan'er after that call.

Later, we gradually interacted more, and she started asking me to hang out more often, occasionally taking advantage of me.
Note that she was the one taking advantage of me; I never touched her inappropriately. Sometimes she would hold my hand while walking,
blindfold me and make me guess who it was, put her hand in my back pocket and grab my butt, and tell me she wanted
to have sex. My girlfriend and I argued about this many times. Actually, I still didn't... (The text abruptly shifts to a different topic) ...and more and more... Yan'er's first love was in high school. She loved him very much, and he loved her too. She gave
him her virginity. At that time, Yan'er was a lively and sunny girl. Later, due to an accident, Yan'er's boyfriend
died. Yan'er was heartbroken. She was so heartbroken that she couldn't go to school, attempted suicide, self-harmed, and cried until she broke down. From then on,
she became the Yan'er everyone knew. In college, only I knew Yan'er's past. Only I knew
she cry alone in the rain, wander the campus at night listening to music. She always
had a large band-aid on her arm, beneath which were self-inflicted scars. Yan'er mingled with a group of male classmates
because she wanted to indulge herself, to have fun, to forget her pain, her loneliness, and her solitude. Yan'er was truly
a pitiful girl.

One day, Yan'er asked me to go with her to get her belly button pierced; she said she was afraid of the pain. I went. Yan'er wore a simple
t-shirt, lifted it to reveal her belly button, and had the tattoo artist disinfect it. I said, "You're afraid of the pain, yet you still want to get it?" Yan'er said, "My
heart aches." I knew what Yan'er meant; she wanted to use physical pain to replace the pain in her heart. I leaned over and
said, "If it hurts, grab my shoulder." Yan'er said, "Can I grab your hand?" I looked left and right and said, "My wife isn't here,
so you can." Yan'er laughed. When the piercer forcefully pierced the skin around Yan'er's navel with the needle, Yan'er gripped my hand
tightly , tears welling in her eyes. I instantly burst into tears too. I was surprised, and so
was Yan'er. The piercer wiped the blood from her navel and said, "It's not a big deal, why are you both crying?"

On the way back, Yan'er asked me, "Why are you crying?" I thought for a moment and said, "I don't know." Yan'er said, "
Do you like me?" I thought again and said, "Just friendly liking. Not love." Yan'er smiled and said, "Well,
that's good. Don't fall in love with me, or I'll hurt you."

My girlfriend and I were constantly arguing, on the verge of a breakdown.

A week later, Yan'er's navel had healed, and the navel stud shone brightly. Yan'er asked me to dinner, and I
went. After dinner, as we walked, she took my hand again. I tried to pull away, but she would
n't let me, so I stopped struggling. Yan'er said, "I want to have sex, really." I looked at her and said, "Just pick one
." She said, "I want to have an affair with you." I continued to evade the question, saying, "In my heart, you are a sorrowful goddess. You
don't love me." Yan'er kissed me and said, "At this moment, I love you." Yan'er continued to kiss me, gently biting my ear,
and said, "Can't you love me just once? Even if it's fake." I pulled Yan'er into my arms, holding her tightly, and returned her hot
lips, our tongues entwining like snakes.

We went to a hotel. As soon as we entered, I couldn't wait to embrace and kiss Yan'er, one hand attacking
her breasts, the other slipping inside her jeans, caressing her private parts. We undressed each other, and soon Yan'er
lay naked before me. My goddess, my perfect goddess, I'm finally going to make love with you. I kissed
every inch of Yan'er's skin, so smooth, so pink. From her back, I kissed down to her buttocks, biting her buttocks,
my fingers slipping into her honey pot, gently probing, passionately licking Yan'er's anus. Yan'er panicked and said, "I haven't showered. It's
dirty. " I picked up Yan'er and went into the bathroom. The hot water soaked our bodies, cleansing our souls. I
caressed Yan'er's breasts, stimulating her nipples. Yan'er played with my penis, then squatted down, washed it with the showerhead, and
took it into her mouth. I felt as if I'd been electrocuted; I remembered my wife licking that lollipop, a dreamlike sensation. Yan'er
was even more intense, playing with my testicles with one hand and stroking my penis with the other, the glans enjoying the teasing of her tongue in her mouth, sometimes
rotating, sometimes stimulating the urethral opening, then taking my testicles into her mouth again, unable to stop. Soon, I ejaculated,
shooting into Yan'er's mouth and face. Yan'er actually said, "See? I told you you weren't good at lasting." After saying that, she came out of the bathroom
and dried herself off. The most unbearable thing for a man is a woman saying she's not good at lasting. I quickly dried myself off, pounced on Yan'er on
the bed, and greedily kissed her, caressing her breasts. Yan'er's breasts weren't large, but they were delicate and exquisite, with a
beautiful . I licked my way down to her private parts, gently teasing her clitoris. Yan'er immediately became aroused, moaning repeatedly. I
licked her vulva, sticking my tongue inside and sucking deeply, taking her entire vulva into my mouth. Yan'er went wild,
clamping my head between her legs and slumping onto my shoulders. I sucked hard, my tongue moving up and down, sweeping left and right. Yan'er let out
several moans, grabbing my hair tightly with both hands, her juices flowing like a spring. I said, "Not bad, right?" Yan'er
's eyes were tightly closed, her face flushed, and she slowly said, "So good." I lay down, gesturing for Yan'er to sit on top. Yan'er
half-squatted, grasped my penis, aimed it at her vulva, and sat down. "Ah, so good," I cried out as well. Yan'er swept
her hair back, so alluring. She gave me a mischievous grin, and my penis felt even harder. Yan'er began to slowly
twist and turn, gradually increasing the speed. I'd never experienced the woman-on-top position with my girlfriend before; it was so stimulating! I could feel the walls of
her vagina rubbing against my penis as it was fully inside me—it felt so good, I couldn't help but moan.
When I felt I was about to ejaculate, I sat up, laid Yan'er down, and slowly began to thrust, kissing her neck, saying, "
Yan'er, I love you, I want to fuck you, I want to devour you." Yan'er shyly murmured a few sounds, saying, "I want you to fuck
me, I want to be devoured by you, I love you, darling." I lifted her legs and continued to thrust slowly, storing up energy.
I looked at Yan'er's feet, so beautiful, so tender, so small. I started licking them, sucking on her toes.
Yan'er seemed unable to bear it, her hands clenching tightly. I said, "Touch your own breasts." Yan'er looked at me with a mischievous smile, her hands
caressing her breasts, her index finger stimulating her nipples, her eyes filled with a dazed look. My penis seemed to instantly fill with electricity,
I thrust rapidly, and Yan'er seemed to be on the verge of orgasm as well. I slowed down, picked her up, walked to
the windowsill , opened the curtains, pressed her against the window, and penetrated her from behind. This feeling of exposure was even more stimulating. I
thrust hard, my hands holding her buttocks, pulling her forcefully towards me, thrusting back and forth, making Yan'er moan ecstatically. It
felt so good. I increased the pace, and Yan'er said coquettishly, "Don't stop, I'm coming, don't stop, I'm coming!" Yan'er went
limp, I carried her to the bed and continued to thrust violently, I was almost there too. Under my continued onslaught,
Yan'er's face contorted, so red, so hot, her tightly furrowed brows so beautiful, so adorable. I cried
out, thrusting rapidly and violently. Yan'er clung tightly to my back, her nails digging into me. I whispered tenderly in her
ear , "Yan'er, I love you." With my last ounce of strength, I plunged in, ejaculating a hot stream. This ejaculation
seemed to bring Yan'er to another climax. My penis throbbed inside her, her honey pot throbbed too, sucking at
my essence. We embraced, speechless for a long time.

After I recovered, I got up and took a towel to clean Yan'er's private parts. She seemed still immersed in a blissful state.
This was my goddess, though I didn't dream of her constantly, I couldn't forget her. I stroked Yan'er's face. Yan'er
opened her eyes, took my hand, and said, "Darling, do you love me?" I kissed her hand and said, "I'm sorry."
Yan'er said, "I only love you tonight, and I only love you tonight. That's enough. Okay?" I said, "Okay." Yan'er
nestled in my arms and fell peacefully asleep.

In the days that followed, Yan'er continued to mingle with other boys, just like before, while she and I became
just ordinary classmates, as we had been at the very beginning. She remained the slightly melancholic, clean, and
beautiful goddess in my heart. A goddess I feared would wither if touched.

As for my girlfriend, I confessed everything to her—my inner thoughts, my lovemaking with Yan'er, Yan'er's
past. I told her everything without reservation or deception. My girlfriend cried, quietly. I held her,
and tears streamed down my face. I said, "I'm sorry, perhaps I really can't explain things clearly, I can't make you believe me anymore, I
can't let you know that I still love you." My girlfriend pounded on my chest, unable to speak. Silently, she unzipped
my pants, took out my limp penis, and began to suck it, tears streaming down her face. I tried to stop her, but she
insisted. My penis slowly hardened, filling her mouth. She sucked and licked it, bit by bit.
I said, "Wife, I'm sorry, I was wrong. Please don't do this." My girlfriend gently stroked and kissed my glans, caressing
my testicles. I knelt down, hugging her tightly. Words were insufficient to salvage my shattered love.

After a long while, my girlfriend said, "She's your goddess. You make love with her, but what about me? She'll wither, but I won't. Am
I cheaper than her? Am I inferior to her?" My tears flowed uncontrollably. I said, "You are
the goddess I can touch in my heart, the goddess I can cherish in my palm. If you leave, you will be the goddess of my eternal
sorrow; if you don't abandon me, you will be the only goddess of my eternal happiness." (The following text appears to be unrelated and possibly from a different source: "This

is

very well written. Quite realistic. Very immersive! Happy New Year! Is this considered erotic fiction? My eyes are a little wet...
Maybe it's because I've been reading too much erotic fiction lately. This kind of literary writing really resonates with me.
Also, what will happen to the protagonist and Yan'er in the future?") Will they still be in contact? Can the protagonist let go of her?
I'm thinking about red roses and white roses again.

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