[Fantasy] Savage Prisoner (Complete) - 40-42

Chapter 146 The truth will out

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I suddenly opened my eyes, my mind still a little blurry, my heart pounding. It seemed I had just had a nightmare, but before me was a warm, colorful scene.

Bright sunlight, in rays, slanted down around me, like playful little sprites, full of life.

I blinked, one hand on my chest, pressing tightly against my wildly beating heart, gazing at the soft, bright rays of sunlight.

I couldn't help but reach out my small hand, trying to catch a ray of light.

But my entire arm was sore and weak, resting on the soft bed. After several attempts, I couldn't lift it, and I gave up somewhat discouraged.

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My mind gradually cleared. I was a little confused, blinking my watery almond-shaped eyes, and tilting my head slightly: Why does this scene feel so familiar... so familiar, as if in a dream, as if I had truly experienced it?

Then, beside me... there should be steady, long breathing sounds.

Turning my head, a handsome face, like something out of a landscape painting, came into view. Indescribably exquisite, his closed eyes formed an elegant line, his long, thick eyelashes trembled slightly, his nose was high, and his lips were pale…

Yes, facing those beautiful pale lips, I couldn't help but slowly reach out my hand, silently approaching. Then…

a casual glance revealed Bai Qi, standing angrily in the doorway, glaring at me fiercely…

My heart suddenly raced, pounding in my chest like a drum, threatening to burst out of my chest.

A cold sweat broke out, and I pressed my small hands tightly to my chest, involuntarily turning my head sharply towards the doorway—

… The air was crisp and cold, the room empty, the doorframe cold and indifferent—there wasn't a soul in sight.

Bai Qi wasn't there.

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The sunlight suddenly became warm and optimistic again, lazily shining on me, like a gentle hand softly caressing my heart.

I blinked, straining to look again, but the doorway remained empty; there wasn't a trace of Bai Qi.

Only then did I truly relax.

My small hand slowly lowered, my heartbeat gradually returning to normal. I couldn't help but slightly twitch my lips, forcing a relieved smile.

"Wife, what makes you so happy?" Suddenly, a greeting sounded in my ear, the voice slightly languid. A hot body pressed against me, strong arms pulling me tightly into his embrace.

He held me so tightly, our naked bodies pressed together, warm and intimate.

I felt a little embarrassed, a blush creeping onto my cheeks. Not wanting him to see, I lowered my head, missing his thoughtful gaze. My small hands pressed against his hot, hard chest, silently pushing him away.

However, seemingly due to the interaction of forces, my upper body slightly distanced itself from him, while my lower body pressed even closer, creating an indescribable, ambiguous feeling.

"You...you let me go..." My voice was barely audible, like a mosquito's buzz, clearly lacking confidence. My small hands weakly pushed him away, a bittersweet feeling welling up inside me, a lingering, indescribable sensation.

"What did you say, my wife? I can't hear you..." he complained, seizing the opportunity to press himself even closer, his arms tightening around me as if afraid I would vanish into thin air.

Chapter 147 The Truth Can't Be Hidden

"White Egret..." I called softly, my small hands pushing against his chest, trying to push him away, but I couldn't escape his embrace; instead, I was held even tighter.

"My wife, you should call me husband..." His voice was full of grievance, his dewy eyes slightly narrowed as he gazed at me, "We...we already consummated our marriage last night..."

His dewy eyes lowered slightly, his long eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings, flashing a glimmer of light. My cheeks flushed slightly, as shy as a newlywed bride.

However, his large hand, ever restless, slowly roamed along my smooth back, seductive and unrestrained. His middle finger gently pressed against my spine, sliding down—I shuddered, my body trembling slightly, a tingling pleasure spreading from his fingertips…

Now it was my turn to blush. I lowered my head, not daring to look at his handsome face, yielding to his threat, and reluctantly called out, “…Husband.”…My voice was unexpectedly soft and alluring, like a clear spring, sweetly flowing into his ear.

—So gentle, as if I were completely willing, extremely fond of him. That

's not how it is, why am I so weak-willed?

“My wife is so good.” He smiled, his eyes crinkling, his large hand quickly sliding to my round, peach-like bottom, giving it a firm squeeze.

"Ah...you pervert!!!!" I was terrified, jerking back as I tried to break free from his embrace, but the difference between men and women meant I only sank deeper into his arms.

After this close contact, I felt our skin growing hotter. My soft, white breasts rubbed against his chest, my small, red nipples growing larger, pressing against his hot, hard chest, becoming more and more prominent... My smooth skin pressed against his hot belly, along with his stiff, rough hair, and that... throbbing, increasingly large and hard, hot penis rubbing against my tender inner thighs...

What a pervert...so easily aroused...

My eyes darted around, glancing timidly at the doorway.

"What are you worried about?" he asked sharply, stepping back slightly, intently observing my expression.

"What are you worried about...nothing...nothing..." His touch made her face flush even more, like a ripe, glistening apple.

"..." He remained silent.

The atmosphere suddenly became strange, like a freezer full of ice cream suddenly opening in the middle of summer, the cold air rushing out unexpectedly, making one shiver. A moment later, the ice cream slowly melted and softened; she felt reluctant, yet powerless to do anything.

His expression...I couldn't see it, only felt his gentle breath on my head.

...Should I comfort him?

I—I—don't want to!

With a sudden burst of strength, I pushed him away forcefully, but the result of the excessive force was—

"Thump!" I fell off the bed, landing heavily on the floor.

Ouch! My little bottom hit the ground, hurting terribly. I gently rubbed it, my eyes blinking, tears welling up.

Tears welled in my eyes as I looked up and saw a large hand hovering in mid-air. Then, Bai Lu revealed his face, smiling faintly: "Did you hurt yourself? Who told you to push me away so hard?"—His tone was clearly gloating.

Chapter 148 The Truth Can't Be Hidden

"Who told you to push me away so hard just now?" After saying this gloatingly, he pulled his head back, withdrew his hand, and ignored me.

Rubbing my sore bottom, I got up and saw Bai Lu's bright eyes on the bed gazing at my naked body with a smile. He quickly turned around and limped into the bathroom.

Hot water sprayed from the showerhead onto my soft, aching body, cascading over my smooth, jade-like shoulders, leaving imprints on my fair skin. It flowed over my full, high breasts, leaving soft, fragrant pink buds, then over my flat stomach, dampening my lush, verdant pubic area, before trickling down my long, straight legs in three separate streams.

The traces of last night's frenzied lovemaking, the exhaustion and soreness; the worry and fear I felt upon waking this morning—all were washed away by the clear, warm water. In the misty, white steam filling the room, my mood relaxed, and all my inner turmoil seemed to dissipate.

Bai Qi… Bai Lu… what do they have to do with each other? Even if Bai Qi and I are lovers, my mother said that since neither of us is married, everything is still uncertain, and both have the right to choose freely. —I'm not the only one having affairs; they're probably even more promiscuous in this regard.

So, if they're not conflicted, why should I be? What

every woman values most is her hymen—a membrane she may never see, yet symbolizes purity and innocence.

When she possesses it, she cherishes it immensely, fearing even the slightest mistake that might cause her to lose it. At this stage, most girls reject men's advances, their defenses high.

However, regardless of the path taken, once lost, she enters a more mature and sophisticated world, a new realm. Just as philandering men flit among beautiful women, women seek the one with whom they find the most physical harmony.

This is the law of nature, independent of human will.

Tell me, in this world, who can truly say without shame that they've had only one sexual partner in their life?

Bai Qi transformed me from a naive girl into a woman. His experience during our lovemaking was so refined and sophisticated; he must have had many women before me. Furthermore, how could I know if he had other women during our time together?

…I'm afraid he did, otherwise, why would I have been attacked yesterday?

So why should I preserve my purity for him?

Thinking about it this way, even if last night's events are discovered, so what? If he can't stand it, he can simply choose to see us both disgusted.

I, Rose, will kick them both away, one by one. Then I'll go find a new, great beauty—

he must be gentler than Bai Qi, more devoted than Bai Lu, preferably my former high school classmate…

As for Bai Lu… when we go out later, I'll tell him last night was a beautiful misunderstanding. I'll thank him for his selfless help, but, a great favor needs no words, and he's already taken advantage of me, so let's not pursue it further, and this misunderstanding will be over.

With this plan in mind, things are getting better and better. I started humming Carmen softly, “Love is just an ordinary thing, nothing special. Men are just a pastime, nothing special. What is affection, what is intention? Isn’t it all just self-deception? What is infatuation, what is obsession…”

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Afterwards, I realized that optimistic imagination can never withstand cruel reality.

I had already become a fish on someone else’s chopping board, at their mercy, without even realizing it.

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Chapter 149 The truth will out.

After showering, I realized that I had sneaked in naked, forgetting to bring my underwear.

Coming in naked was fine, after all, it was a shower, but I couldn’t just leave naked. Besides, on the bed outside, there was a lustful, energetic beast, eyeing me—this fresh, juicy little rabbit—eagerly.

Who knows, the moment I opened the bathroom door, Bai Lu, who had been waiting patiently on the bed, would pounce on me like a hungry wolf, pinning me firmly against the wall—um, just thinking about it made my skin slightly hot, flushing a faint blush, as if a tingling current was rapidly sliding down my spine, tickling, slipping between my delicate, white legs, quietly gathering at the warm, moist entrance of my flower.

...Am I...falling? ...Why did this thought suddenly come to mind? ...Why would this thought trigger such a strong physical reaction?

No, no, I must forcefully suppress these erotic thoughts.

I'm not that kind of lewd woman! I

shook my head violently, trying to shake off the thought, and pulled hard on the door with my small hand. The door—with a "creak," was suddenly pulled open.

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Inside the door, I stood dumbfounded.

—Outside the door, a strong man, seemingly about to assault, stood leisurely.

—On the bed, lay a frail man, seemingly weak and vulnerable, as if he'd collapse at the slightest breeze.

—Hearing the sound, both of them turned to look at me…naked me…

“Ah…” A sudden scream escaped my lips. I crossed my arms over my chest, covering my soft, high breasts, and instinctively crouched down. My mind went blank, my heart clenched with tension, a faint ache throbbing within me.

Senior…they actually saw Senior Bai Qi…and Bai Lu…they both saw me…what do I do?

How can other people's affairs be hidden so deeply, for so long, never being discovered? But mine was discovered so quickly…two lovers, even together…

is it really true that—if you don't want others to know, don't do it in the first place?

They say you can't hide fire with paper, but it doesn't have to be this quick, does it?

"Ah..." I gasped, hastily standing up, my face flushed with embarrassment—just now, when I squatted down, I saw her long, slender, fair legs, the soft, supple grove at the base of her thighs, a mysterious patch of golden-brown hair, a warm, moist, cherry-blossom-colored vulva... They have such good eyesight; they must have seen everything. My

shy gaze secretly flashed over them, and I seemed to see a slight bulge in their crotches.

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However, no one paid any attention to me.

Apart from that fleeting glance, the two resumed their previous positions, continuing their confrontation.

"You got what you wanted?" Bai Qi's voice was cold and indifferent, devoid of any anger, yet it gave me a very bad feeling.

"Yes," Bai Lu gave a slight hum, her voice firm, tinged with a hint of smugness, like a cat that had successfully stolen some fish. Her dewy eyes shone brightly, like two dazzling diamonds, sparkling brilliantly.

"She's mine." Bai Qi emphasized, looking down at Bai Lu.

"My wife, she was always mine." Even lying on the bed, Bai Lu's aura was undiminished as she stared intently at Bai Qi.

"I had her first," Bai Qi declared fiercely, his dark eyes narrowing slightly.

"Last night, I had her too," Bai Lu retorted, her dewy eyes narrowing slightly.

"She fell in love with me first," Bai Qi stated calmly, with a hint of pride.

"Love doesn't discriminate based on who came first," Bai Lu replied softly, unconcerned, yet her words were sharp.

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The two exchanged barbs, a subtle but deadly exchange.

Seeing their attention elsewhere, I remained calm, moving stealthily like a kitten, trying to escape the bathroom. I reached the wardrobe and quickly dressed.

One step... two steps... three steps...

Just as I successfully moved to the front of the wardrobe, a gust of wind, seemingly from nowhere, swept past, making me shiver and sneeze loudly.

The argument between the two abruptly stopped, and their attention returned to me.

"You...you two continue..." I stammered, my face flushing redder and redder than the sunset.

"Rose...are you cold? Did you catch a cold?" Bai Qi rushed over, scooped me up in his arms, and quickly slipped into the large wardrobe.

"Senior...you, what are you doing?" I grabbed his arm in alarm, helplessly letting him press me against the cold, smooth, sturdy wooden wardrobe door. His hot body pressed tightly against my soft, naked body, his hot breath spraying onto my long, sensitive neck, sending a tingling, electric sensation through me.

"Shh..." He forcefully sucked on my earlobe, his tongue quickly tracing a circle along the earlobe, saying with satisfaction, "Sweet and fragrant..."

...Did he think it was a pig's ear? ...It smells so good, it's so sweet, it's so crisp and delicious...

I pouted, somewhat dissatisfied, and moved my neck away.

His thin lips brushed against my earlobe, and he gently blew a breath, adding with a half-smile, "Are you angry???"

"No." I continued to pout, feeling a little uneasy. It seemed that Bai Lu was still outside, and my senior was flirting with me so openly. Was he doing this on purpose for him???

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How boring, I don't want to be their object of contention.

I reluctantly twisted my body and gently pleaded with Bai Qi in a soft voice, "Senior, I'm so cold...put me down."

"No." He refused me without even thinking. His strong body pressed even closer to mine, his hot hands firmly supporting my round, plump buttocks. He thrust even closer, spreading my legs wider, his erect penis pressing against my lower abdomen, hard and menacing, a silent threat.

"Ugh..." Feeling breathless, I struggled uncomfortably, my legs forced to wrap around his strong, narrow waist. I immediately felt the hardness in my lower abdomen swell slightly, pressing even harder against me.

"Senior... let me go..." I said softly, half-pleadingly, "Bai Lu is still outside." I stated the truth deliberately.

"Rose, I love you." He pretended not to hear, suddenly confessing his love.

"Uh..." Do men say more sweet words when they want something?

I felt his hands restlessly caressing my round buttocks, again and again, his slender fingers occasionally teasing along the mysterious crevice, playfully touching the shy, pink pearl.

My breathing became slightly heavier, and my round little bottom unconsciously chased after his fingers, enjoying the tingling pleasure with a mixture of welcome and resistance. My clean and fragrant flower gradually became moist.

"Senior, please don't do this... I, I like you the most. So, this time, please let me go, okay?" I pleaded softly, my watery almond eyes gazing at him, misty and hazy, a pure innocence tinged with a hint of grievance.

"Okay, since you like me the most, then I'll repay you with my body." He deliberately misinterpreted my meaning, kissing my way down my neck with varying pressure, his thin lips leaving faint red marks on my soft, white skin. He shamelessly demanded,

"Help me undo my pants, okay???"

"No... ha..." I was about to refuse when he sucked hard, a wave of pleasure mixed with a hint of pain suddenly emanating from his mouth, traveling through my skin to my spine, quickly sliding down to my tailbone, making my body go limp, my legs tensing even more.

"Okay???" he continued, half demanding, half threatening.

"No... ah..." My resistance crumbled under his next heavy suck.

"Hurry up." He held my collarbone in his mouth, his tongue gently teasing it, occasionally biting it with his sharp teeth.

"Ugh... Huff..." Under his threat, I was forced to reach out my small hand and touch his erect penis. My slender fingers trembled as I unzipped his pants, and his fiery dragon sprang out aggressively, hitting my small hand.

"Senior..." My mind started to heat up, and my body, used to lovemaking, went limp like a pool of spring water. My private parts were already wet, overflowing with spring water, and a little bit of lustful fluid flowed out, wetting my brown-gold hair and sticking to his lower abdomen.

"Hmm..." His huge thing pressed against the outside of my flower hole, rubbing wantonly, the hot, hard shaft skillfully grinding against me, the round tip occasionally teasing the hidden pearl, an intimate bump that sent waves of tingling pleasure through me. Sticky, clear, warm spring water stained the thick, long penis, making it wet and slippery, making it easier for him to slide.

"Senior..." I couldn't help but gasp, tilting my head back, my breasts pressed even closer to his broad chest, my slender waist swaying, my round, adorable little buttocks rubbing against his massive member, my flower-like opening slightly contracting, actively seeking the large, round tip, thirstily wanting to swallow it whole.

"Do you want... me...?" he mischievously asked, his hot, rapid breath spraying onto my breasts, my two high, plump, white mounds trembling slightly in circles, a feeling of indescribable emptiness rising within me.

I longed for a pair of thin lips to pinch the pink peach blossom at the tip of my plump breasts...

"Okay, I'll satisfy you." He opened his mouth, taking my left peach blossom into his mouth, sucking lightly and heavily, again and again, with the utmost tender temptation. —So good, an indescribable pleasure flowed from his mouth to my full breasts, down my lower abdomen, gathering deep within my vagina, a clear, crystalline fluid silently sliding down…

It felt like a thick, powerful dragon, grinding heavily against my pearl…

“This, can satisfy you too…” The tip of his penis grazed my entrance, the thick, rounded end precisely pressing against my shyly blooming pearl, thrusting hard, stirring up a wave of electric, tingling sensations. —The pleasure from before hadn’t faded, and with his forceful stimulation, a wave of intense pleasure spread from my pearl, like a tide, accumulating and surging higher and higher.

Ah…I want you to let me go… A sliver of reason remaining in my mind allowed me a moment of clarity.

"I refuse... This can't satisfy you." His words were firm, a direct refusal. His thick, hot penis quickly scraped against my opening, rubbing back and forth between my thighs a few times. The large, egg-sized tip aimed at my moist, fragrant opening, and with a little force, he thrust forward heavily—the massive dragon, taking advantage of my inattention, crashed in completely, filling my empty, tight, and deep flower cave...

Chapter 151 The First Time of Love Reappears 2~High

"Ah..." The thick, arm-thick lustful dragon slammed into my tight opening, suddenly forcing open the soft, warm inner walls, domineering and wicked, showing no regard for my feelings, fiercely invading my body.

"Ah..." I gasped softly, panting heavily. My elegant neck arched back, my long legs stretched even straighter and tighter. My tight little hole gripped the invading massive member tightly, my deep flower path undulating slightly, holding the thick

, hot shaft firmly. My buttocks retreated slightly, instinctively trying to avoid his enormous dragon of desire, to escape this sudden, intense feeling of being filled. "Where do you think you're going to run to???" His large hand lifted my plump, round buttocks, pulling me down heavily. His massive member met my thrust, slamming against my tender cervix with a powerful hammer, creating a tingling, painful sensation.

"Ugh...it hurts..." My small hands gripped his strong arm tightly, my nails turning slightly white from the force. My mind went blank; all my senses were concentrated in my lower body, at the point of our union...

“Okay…then I won’t move.” He soothed me, his breathing rapid, seemingly enjoying it, yet desperately trying to control himself.

His monstrous penis remained inside me, pausing its thrusting and instead slowly circling and grinding, the large, round glans aimed at my sensitive cervix, scraping and gently rubbing, a barely perceptible tickle, his intention clear: to arouse my desire.

And my desire was indeed stirred by his slow, gentle advances. My vagina became even more moist, the depths of my flower slowly welling up like a spring, itchy, wet, swollen, an indescribable pleasure.

“Senior, we…ha…we’re still in the closet…” I gasped, trying to remind him that this wasn’t the place for such inappropriate scenes.

“Don’t you like it here?” He deliberately restrained himself, his dark, unfathomable eyes focused intently on my slightly aroused face.

Like…no…don’t like…? ...Wearing...wearing the wardrobe...huff...

the penis inadvertently grazed a sensitive spot on the upper left, causing the tender flesh inside the vagina to tighten, and a large gush of warm, moist spring water flowed out, but it was all blocked inside the tight opening, leaving a swollen, sore feeling.

Pleasure gradually returned to my body, but my thoughts drifted away.

...Wearing the wardrobe...—

Wearing the wardrobe.

Do you like wearing the wardrobe? My senior actually asked me this question.

My thoughts suddenly jumped back to that night—the night when the innocent little white rabbit was deflowered by the fierce and domineering jackal—the night I lost my virginity, a night that broke my heart...

how could I not remember...he suddenly appeared from behind the curtains, pulled me into an empty wardrobe, and, ignoring my resistance and pleas, stripped me naked...powerful hands gripped me tightly, and hot, thin lips kissed and ravaged my smooth, pure white body wantonly...the thick, ferocious, and wicked erection... The rod slammed into my tight, untouched vagina, piercing that pure hymen...

I still remember... the time he took my virginity, ignoring the tearing pain in my vagina, his fierce penis thrusting back and forth, deep and shallow, again and again... Bright red blood mixed with clear, sticky vaginal fluid slowly slid down, staining his penis, staining the pubic bone where our bodies were pressed together, staining the dense pubic hair where our bodies intertwined.

That time, disregarding my pain, he forced himself on me… His monstrous penis thrust in and out, aggressively and relentlessly, relentlessly and unreasonably tossing and turning until he had explored every inch of me, until every corner bore his mark. Only then, seemingly satisfied, did he thrust deeply, the mushroom-shaped tip pressing against the deepest part of my tender womb. His hot, powerful penis trembled slightly, swelling, and spraying all his scalding semen into my body.

That night… after satisfying himself, he whispered in my ear, “You are a rare, top-quality vagina.”

That night is etched in my memory. Every moment, every detail, feels as if it’s engraved in my bones.

—Tell me, what woman could forget the moment she transformed from a girl into a woman?

—The man who changed her will likely be deeply engraved in her heart for life.

—Perhaps this is the source of the virginity complex in men’s bones?

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I still clearly remember this detail: during our lovemaking, someone opened the door, seemed to stand there for a moment, listened for a while, and then suddenly turned and left.

Senior Bai Qi was clearly even more excited during this near-discovery...my poor, innocent little hole was almost pierced...broken... by his thick penis

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Chapter 152 The First Lovemaking Reappears 3~ High

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"Rose...what are you thinking about, so lost in thought?? Hmm???" Bai Qi asked impatiently, his penis no longer remaining still, but slowly withdrawing two inches and pushing in one inch. The mushroom-shaped tip moved like a fish in water in my tight, moist hole, tickling me, then withdrawing again, then entering again, the force just right, not too light, not too heavy, perfectly satisfying, successfully bringing me back to my senses.

"Ha...I remember...huff...this...my first time in the closet..." My little hole contracted tightly, gripping the foreign object inside. But the skillful thrusting of his thick, hard penis sent wave after wave of tingling, tingling pleasure through their joined bodies, making it impossible to resist.

"You are mine... your first time, mine... your body, your heart, all mine... forever mine... right???" he murmured softly, his voice sweet and dreamy, like a clear spring flowing into my heart, cool and refreshing, yet tinged with a chill.

"But... um... senior... the first time... you hurt me so much... ha..." Suddenly, a feeling of grievance welled up inside me. I buried my head in his chest and complained in a muffled voice, "You forced my way down there... ugh... my whole lower body felt like it was being torn apart... I felt... only pain... so much pain... but you wouldn't stop..."

I felt him suddenly freeze. After a long while, he said sincerely, "...I'm sorry... back then... I really couldn't control myself... Rose, please forgive me, okay??? I'll spend my whole life making up for it... um???"

"Then... how are you going to make up for it???" The tender little white rabbit innocently asked the cunning and evil big bad wolf, foolishly jumping into the trap he had set.

"I promise, every time we make love from now on, I'll serve you until you climax... ha... like this... does it feel good???" He promised, and the huge thing under him began to thrust hard, aiming at the sensitive spot inside, grinding and poking hard, nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one.

"Ah...ha...um...no...there...don't..." The sudden thrust brought a wave of pleasure, overwhelming me. My pale, moon-like body went limp, my slender waist swaying rhythmically, my buttocks circling in a beautiful motion, waves of pleasure surging within my vagina, a scene of utter debauchery and wantonness.

"You like...me doing this to you...right...say it...huff..." He asked shamelessly as he slowly and deliberately teased my vagina.

"No...no...don't...ha..." ...I like it...I like it so much...it feels so good...if your penis goes up a little higher...it would feel even better...ah...it's hitting me...my whole pussy is tingling...so much water is flowing out again...

"You little slut...you're clearly enjoying it...but you're still so stubborn...I'll fuck you until you're completely pounded..." His big hand pressed tightly against my round, soft, peach-shaped buttocks, pressing them even closer to his lower body, his penis thrusting in hard, pushing open my tight pussy, mischievously thrusting upwards, the large, mushroom-shaped tip scraping diagonally across the most sensitive upper left tender flesh, arousing an indescribable pleasure.

"Ha...hoo...no...ah...it's so numb...so hot inside..." Hearing the seductive sounds escaping her lips, so alluring and seductive, Bai Qi couldn't help but thrust even harder, again and again, his eyes fixed on the little girl's flushed cheeks, covered in fragrant sweat. A soft, tender affection welled up in his heart

—his rose.

This petite and adorable rose of his had actually been found by him beforehand, held in his arms, and easily devoured. But back then, he hadn't recognized her yet, and during their time together, some misunderstandings arose because of him, causing her to flee...but, he had ultimately found her again.

He truly couldn't understand how such an ordinary girl could be the one he had searched for so long. Such an unremarkable, delicate body was actually such a treasure, capable of bringing him such intense, indescribable pleasure.

How could he let her go?

She could only belong to him, in life she was his, and in death she was his ghost.

The thrusts beneath him grew increasingly fierce and powerful, his massive member moving in and out of her wantonly, rampaging across the battlefield with ferocious momentum, like a valiant warrior determined to completely conquer every inch of the land. The large, mushroom-shaped glans rubbed back and forth against her sensitive flesh, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes light, sometimes heavy, teasing her slippery passage until it tightened and twitched even more. Warm, lustful fluids slid silently down in waves, quietly dripping onto his penis, making lewd "plop plop" sounds with each thrust...

The soft, delicate woman beneath him was completely limp in his arms, letting him caress and ravage her, thrusting at will. Her body was as soft as water, but her vagina was tightly clenched, like a greedy little mouth, reluctantly sucking on his penis, making him extremely comfortable. He couldn't help but let his penis swell even more, thrusting fiercely in and out, wanting to play with her deeply, yet always holding back a trace of reluctance.

Huff... He suddenly looked up, a surge of intense pleasure rushing down his spine. His penis plunged deep into her vagina, the mushroom-shaped glans pressing firmly against her tender cervix, swelling and trembling slightly as it ejaculated streams of his cloudy semen... Her

sweet vagina clenched even tighter, seemingly aroused by this action, waves of spasms emanating from the depths of her uterus receiving the semen, a large wave of vaginal fluid completely engulfing his penis...

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Ah... So happy... But so sleepy... I can't even keep my eyes open...

But that hateful Senior Bai Qi won't let me go. Even though we've already made love, his penis is still hard inside my wet vagina, refusing to leave...

He doesn't seem tired at all, his hands still holding me so strongly...

But I... I'm so sleepy... I can only let him press my powerless body against the cabinet...

"Creak—" The cabinet door suddenly creaked open.

My consciousness, which had been fading from unconsciousness, suddenly returned. I opened my almond-shaped eyes wide with alertness, wanting to look around, but Bai Qi's tall figure completely blocked my view. Suddenly, a thought struck me, and I remembered the question from earlier. I blurted out, "Senior, who was that person who was about to come in the first time the door opened?"

"The first time, no one came in. Rose, are you too tired and hallucinating?" Bai Qi denied it firmly, his worried starry eyes sweeping over my face.

"But I clearly heard someone open the door, about to enter but then stopping... huff... don't... don't move..." He was so wicked. Knowing I was tired and sleepy, he still used his big penis to poke at my soft clitoris, causing a burst of moisture.

"Is it like this, about to enter but then stopping?" He demonstrated it himself, his penis poking at the tight, red, slightly swollen entrance of my vagina, then holding it still.

"No...it's not like that...huff..." No...I'll die if you do it again...My body is already as soft as water...

I feel like I've been run over by a wheel, my body is soft, sore, and swollen, how can I withstand his ravaging again?? And he's so energetic, he lasted over forty minutes just now, the second time will probably last two hours...How can my tender, cute little hole withstand it?

Helplessly, the weak little rabbit's powerless resistance is completely ignored, instead seen as coy resistance by the evil big bad wolf. Under the big bad wolf's powerful attack, I was conquered and plundered.

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He put me down first.

My soft legs shuddered as soon as they touched the cold wooden floor, I almost fell, but luckily he was quick and close enough to catch me and help me up, turning me around so I was climbing on the cabinet wall, my round little butt sticking out in front of him.

His hot, large penis pressed against my peach-like buttocks, caressing them passionately a few times before eagerly thrusting between my soft, delicate legs. It pumped in and out, each time rubbing against my hidden clitoris, each time brushing against my thirsty opening without penetrating.

"Senior...come in..." His easily aroused desire made me sway my limp waist uncomfortably, my legs clamping tighter, my opening overflowing with spring water, waves of it sliding down, thirstily and greedily chasing after his massive member.

“…You really are…a little slut…huff…” His breathing became more rapid, his hot breath spraying onto my smooth, jade-like back. His handsome, thin lips kissed down my spine, one warm, slightly damp hand roaming over my breasts, teasing the pink tips of my nipples, while the other hand rested on my lower abdomen, caressing it passionately, secretly pulling me closer into his embrace.

I couldn't escape…and…didn't want to escape…

“Ah…” My red lips trembled slightly, escaping a soft yet seductive moan. My almond-shaped eyes narrowed alluringly, indescribably alluring.

My burning penis finally couldn't resist the repeated invitations of my vagina, thrusting in fiercely, giving me no chance to react, and began to move violently, the “slap slap slap” sounds echoing lewdly.

A tingling, numbing sensation filled my vagina, waves of pleasure like a flood, spreading from the depths of my flower, diffusing along the ever-expanding, swollen passage. Every sensitive, tender part of my vagina was being rubbed and pounded by him... The hidden pearl was found by his long, strong fingers, teased, played with, pulled, and kneaded... The peach blossoms at the tips of my breasts were gently and heavily pulled and played with by him...

Overwhelming pleasure engulfed me... My mind was indistinguishable, whether it was blurred or clearer... I felt as if the whole world had turned pale, and only the two of us existed, indulging in unrestrained lovemaking... His wicked lips, his skillful hands, his fiery penis...

"Ah... um... um..." Uncontrollable moans flowed from my rosy lips, mingling with his rapid breathing.

She didn't know how much time had passed when her body suddenly tensed up. Her delicate neck straightened and arched back, her breasts thrust higher and offered themselves to his hands, her vagina gripped his penis tightly, and her legs stretched straight...

Mmm... Ugh... I... I climaxed... A large amount of vaginal fluid gushed out from her vagina, drenching his large, hot penis. Her sensitive cervix slightly opened a crack, biting down on the large, mushroom-shaped end, refusing to let go. The secluded path held my penis tightly, and began to convulse rhythmically, wave after wave…

“Huff…you little slut…you’re squeezing me to death…huff…I’m coming…” He breathed heavily, holding me even tighter, all the semen in his penis shooting into my vagina…

…

Ha…ha…ha…finally, it’s over…

I breathed heavily with some relief, a smile playing on my lips. This time…I was really exhausted. I’d satisfied him, and finally I could sleep…

…But,

“The one who hesitated to go in that time was me.” A calm, gentle voice, like a drifting cloud in the sky, rang in my ears.

“Senior…you’re lying…you were clearly with me.” I was too tired to open my eyes, but I still had the strength to reply.

“Wife, that person that time was me—Bai Lu…I just didn’t expect that the girl in his arms would be you.” The voice seemed to carry a hint of bitterness.

Chapter 157 Unveiling the Mysterious Spy

"My lady, the person who broke in that time, it was me..."

-- These words, so casual, struck me like a bolt from the blue, plunging me into hell. My

drowsy state was instantly dispelled by this seemingly innocuous statement.

I think every girl hopes to give her first time to the one she loves most, the one she can spend her life with. Although I liked Senior Bai Qi very much at that time, it wasn't to the point of willingly giving up my virginity, especially since we had only been dating for a few days.

In that crisis of forced sacrifice, someone appeared.

I was terrified, afraid of being discovered by strangers. So later, I easily, almost self-deceivingly, believed Bai Qi's claim of being a twin.

But that person was Bai Lu. The boy who kept saying he liked me, calling me "wife." Then why didn't he come to save me then?

Did he say he didn't know the girl in Bai Qi's arms was me, so he turned away, unwilling to save me? Ha... then, how many girls had he witnessed losing their virginity like this?

Now, he comes here so casually, telling me, "Wife, the one who broke in that time was me," and begging for my forgiveness?

...

It was you! ... It was you—Bai Lu.

Although you did save me last night, I can never forgive you.

Because you will never know that deep in my heart, in a place no one can reach, a lonely little girl crouches, weeping bitterly, unable to suppress her sorrow for her forcibly taken virginity.

There's a proverb that says, "How I wish I could go back to childhood, when a scrape on my knee would heal quickly." But the wound in my heart remains forever.

This scar is deeply etched in my heart, impossible to heal.

...

"So, it was you, Bailu. You saw it twice, oh, no, three times. Have you seen enough? Are you satisfied now?" Overwhelmed by grief, my voice remained calm and composed, with a slight hoarseness after lovemaking.

My head ached slightly, and my right hand gripped the rose necklace around my neck tightly. It seemed that a faint warmth emanated from the silver rose at its center, offering me silent support and comfort.

"Wife?" Seeing my calm and composed reaction, Bailu panicked, appearing before me in a flash and reaching out to pull me away.

"Don't touch me!!!" I screamed, desperately pulling back to avoid his touch and fleeing from Baiqi's side.

"Rose... come here... don't back away... be careful!!" Baiqi also suddenly reached out, trying to pull me back.

"Don't touch me!!!" I desperately backed away, but after only a couple of steps, I stumbled out of the closet.

A blinding flash of light assaulted my senses, suddenly illuminating everything. The bright light pierced my eyes like arrows, blurring my vision until I could see nothing. Tears welled up uncontrollably, streaming down my face like a string of pearls, impossible to stop.

I collapsed to the ground, suddenly feeling utterly alone in this pure white, bright world, sitting there all alone, covered in the marks of lust, so filthy I couldn't bear it.

I felt so wronged, so truly wronged, to the point of unbearable pain. So many unspoken grievances, so indescribable sorrows, had been bottled up inside me for so long, and now, finally finding their chance, they burst forth like a flood, overflowing without restraint.

I sat alone on the ground, my tears flowing silently, then turning into soft sobs, and finally bursting into loud cries…

Two handsome figures, like figures in a traditional Chinese ink painting, stood beside the weeping child, gazing at her silently. Their outstretched hands froze in mid-air, motionless, neither daring to touch her bare, pink shoulders. Her dark, starry eyes were filled with deep heartache and regret, while her alluring, phoenix-shaped eyes revealed helplessness and sorrow.

…

“Wife… don’t cry…”

“Rose… be good… get up…”

With two calls, two hands landed on my shoulders simultaneously. A warm, large hand rested on my left shoulder, a cold, large hand on my right; different sensations, yet both making me feel nauseous.

“Ugh…” A wave of acid reflux washed over me, and I couldn’t help but vomit. Having not eaten for two meals, all I could vomit was bile.

"Wife... what's wrong?" Bai Lu anxiously tried to help me up, but I pleaded with him.

"Rose, get up quickly, let me see what's wrong?" Bai Qi stepped forward, squatted down, and easily lifted me up, placing me on the bed.

The two of them looked me up and down, wanting to examine every inch of me.

...

"Could she be pregnant?" Bai Qi guessed with a somewhat serious expression, but a faint, almost imperceptible joy flickered at the corners of his lips.

Hearing this, Bai Lu nervously grabbed my wrist, pressed my pulse, and after a while, shook his head with a mixture of disappointment and relief, saying, "She's not pregnant."

However, they soon discovered that the more they touched me, the more pronounced my vomiting became. It was so severe that I vomited until my whole body trembled, my eyes were blurry with tears, and my eyes and the tip of my nose were slightly red. It seemed like I had vomited up stomach acid, looking like I was in excruciating pain.

"Okay, we won't touch you." They stared at each other for two seconds, then took a few steps back, standing far away, gazing at me with worry.

...

When I read the manga "Red River" before, I saw the deeply affectionate Prince Kairu feel nauseous upon hearing that the ship carrying Yuri had been attacked and sunk by the enemy, and that he had lost news of her. The illustration also explained that—because he loved someone so much, even his body couldn't accept the news of her departure.

And now, because my heart is too broken and angry, is my body starting to reject their contact?

If that's the case, I only wish that I never see those brothers again in my lifetime.

Beauties, I've been heartbroken lately, please comfort me and hug me.

Chapter 158 A Firm Thought—Stay Away from the Bai Brothers

—I only wish that I never see Bai Qi and Bai Lu again in my lifetime.

...

After crying for a while, I gradually calmed down, not even looking at the two men standing next to me, with red eyes and a sniffle, I went into the bathroom naked.

The sadness washed away somewhat with the hot water, but my resolve to leave grew stronger in the misty, steamy atmosphere.

After washing for half an hour, I dried myself off, naked, and walked straight out.

...

The two of them were still standing in the same position, but they seemed like frozen statues, not moving an inch. Their gazes, which had been locked on each other, ended at my presence, and they both stared at me.

The bright sunlight shone on her naked, delicate body—

smooth, moon-white skin, long, glistening black hair, a small, pretty face, a slender, delicate neck, fragile, beautiful collarbones, full, high breasts trembling with two pink peach blossoms, a slender waist so delicate it could be encircled by a single hand, a flat, smooth abdomen, the juncture of her thick, slightly curled pubic hair, long, straight, jade-like legs, exquisite, beautiful feet…

The warm sunlight added a touch of sanctity to this beautiful scene, as if the most beautiful angel from heaven had descended to earth, her figure alluring, her expression captivating, yet possessing an indifferent gaze, aloof and solitary.

The Bai brothers stood there, stunned, motionless, their eyes lingering on the beautiful scene before them, the air seemed to freeze, even time itself seemed to stand still, lingering in a tender embrace.

…

I walked past them without glancing at them, took out clothes from the wardrobe—a black bra, pure white underwear, paired with an elegant black dress, and a pair of bright yellow high-heeled retro sandals.

In front of them, I slowly and gracefully put on my clothes, one piece at a time.

I remember Qingying saying during a late-night chat in the dorm: "Men love to take off a woman's underwear, but they don't have the patience to put a bra on her."

Now, I deliberately let them watch me change, making them itchy and restless, yet afraid to lay a hand on me.

Now, I'm not afraid at all that Baiqi or Bailu will force me to have sex like they did just now. Because they know that even the slightest touch will elicit my strongest repulsive reaction.

Baiqi succeeded just now because of my guilty conscience. I felt guilty about what happened with Bailu last night; I felt I had wronged Baiqi.

But now, I—Qiangwei—am confident and righteous.

If this man has always been a player, a womanizer, constantly toying with other people's feelings, having slept with countless women throughout his life, how can he expect his woman to be devoted to him, to have only him as her man?

If this man has no compassion, turns a blind eye, refuses to help, and is intentionally or unintentionally complicit in wrongdoing, how much of his words can be trusted? If

these two are Baiqi and Bailu, then I don't want either of them.

...

I no longer want to play the ancient game of addressing Bailu as "wife and husband."

Since I've already lost my virginity to Bailu, I can't be devoted to Baiqi anymore and can't satisfy his demands. He doesn't necessarily need me, does he?

There are plenty of women in the world; they can easily find other willing and intelligent women to play this chaotic game with.

I'm naturally dull-witted; once I give my heart, it's all-encompassing. I can't play these ambiguous and lewd games of affection played

by rich young men. I only wish for a simple, peaceful life, to find a man who can understand, love, and respect me for a lifetime.

Chapter 159 The Persistent Bai Brothers

I moved back to the dormitory, living alone. --Away from the Bai brothers.

However, having gotten used to their company, suddenly returning to living alone felt quite strange.

--Both physically and mentally, but mainly physically.

...

My delicate female body had become accustomed to their meticulous care every day and their intense lovemaking day and night. Suddenly forced into idleness, every night a wave of unbearable emptiness and tingling would wash over me, and upon waking, I'd feel

an inexplicable soreness in my lower back. It was like… the inexplicable sense of loss one feels when suddenly switching from a life of rich food to a vegetarian diet… my delicate female body couldn't adapt.

However, as long as I didn't think about it, the physical desire would gradually disappear.

For example, when I felt my body starting to heat up, and my wet, unknowingly moist vagina began to feel empty, I made sure I didn't go to bed. I'd watch anime or TV series, browse my favorite forums… once my attention was diverted, that agonizing desire to be touched would fade… my wet, moist vagina would gradually stop throbbing unbearably, and the intense desire within me would gradually subside.

…

But this doesn't mean I wasn't troubled. The Bai brothers hadn't given up; on the contrary, they were even more clingy.

Bai Qi could appear at any moment in every corner of the school.

For example, in the library reading room, when I'm engrossed in a novel, a familiar figure will sit down opposite me, holding a book and pretending to be absorbed in reading. His gaze, burning through the thin book, makes me feel incredibly uncomfortable. Faced with such a distracting person, I can only get up, put the book back, and turn away.

For example, in the study room of the teaching building, when I take out my textbooks to study, a tall, straight, and unmistakably familiar figure will sit down next to me, about two or three seats away, taking out something like a student council proposal and working intently. His eyes will occasionally dart around me, as if he can only concentrate if he sees me at all times.

…

For example, every morning, Bailu will bring a hot breakfast, smiling and waiting downstairs. Seeing me come down, he will immediately come to greet me, enthusiastically handing me the breakfast.

And I, usually, just ignore him and walk past.

—On the first day, he blocked my way, his long arms pressing down on me, insisting I eat. But the moment I smelled the eggs in his hand, and his gentle touch on my small hand, I couldn't help but take a step back, feeling a slight nausea.

He quickly withdrew his large hand, his expression somewhat somber, forcing a smile as he softly called out, "Wife..."

Wife...? No...no...I can't bear this honor. My lips twitched slightly, and I took another step back, watching him warily from afar, like a snarling rabbit.

...

For example, at lunchtime in the cafeteria, the two brothers, Bai Qi and Bai Lu, sat on either side of my table, like two fierce beasts guarding their territory, not allowing anyone to intrude.

Unfortunately, my already rumbling stomach began to twitch slightly upon seeing them, and the food in front of me became tasteless.

I picked up my chopsticks, casually poked at the food a couple of times, and then couldn't eat anymore.

...

And so, in just three or four days, I had become noticeably thinner.

The baby fat on my face quickly faded, making my almond-shaped eyes appear even larger, and I looked even more delicate, pitiful, and charming. My fair and slender neck became even more delicate and fragile, and my exquisite collarbones became more prominent. My waist was so thin that it could be encircled by a single hand. It seemed as if a gust of wind could easily blow me away.

...

The Bai brothers keenly noticed this, and whenever they saw me, their helpless eyes were filled with heartache, as if they wanted to say something but hesitated.

However, they were also quite stubborn; one insisted on bringing me breakfast every day, and the other insisted on accompanying me to study every day—

without any intention of letting me off the hook.

For some reason, they only persisted in this for 10 days.

On the morning of the tenth day, when I rushed downstairs, I did not see Bai Lu's familiar figure waiting with breakfast in hand.

I paused slightly, involuntarily glancing quickly around, my gaze darting away, afraid he might suddenly emerge from a corner, smiling as I searched for him… But he wasn't there.

Not there… Bailu…

A strange feeling welled up inside me, a mixture of relief and disappointment.

My slender, delicate face lowered slightly, my eyes darkening, a fleeting sadness crossing my mind

… Men in this world… are indeed unreliable… too few who persevere, too many who give up.

I think every woman in this world likes to test her man—to see if he has the patience and perseverance, the willingness to go through fire and water for her. Whether he's willing to unconditionally tolerate her whims, to pamper her without ever giving up.

Bailu, you didn't do that. A silent voice in my heart spoke softly, deeply, an irresistible disappointment.

However… however, Bailu, do you know that your persistence might not make me forgive your past actions? But your lack of persistence has only strengthened my resolve to leave you…

Coincidentally

, on the same day, when I was reading the newspaper in the library, Senior Baiqi also didn't appear.

I finished reading today's newspaper by myself, got up, and suddenly heard a commotion behind me.

"Tsk tsk, look, she's been dumped by Senior Bai Qi again..." The cute voice carried a hint of affected coquettishness.

"Yeah, I think her name is Rose. She's just cute, but why does she act so high and mighty, deliberately ignoring the incredibly outstanding student council president? She deserves to be dumped." The clear voice revealed an undisguised contempt.

"Exactly, look at her seductive appearance. Maybe she's really good in bed, otherwise she wouldn't be so shameless, so eager to climb into Senior Bai Qi's bed."

My curiosity was truly piqued by them. I slowed my pace, pricked up my ears, and listened discreetly.

"Maybe she's good at oral sex, she's specially trained, and she makes Senior Bai Qi feel very comfortable..." Such a vivid imagination? Has she watched too many porn movies? Or is her technique really that good?

"Hmph, so what if she's good at ventriloquism? Senior is so outstanding, how come she gets to enjoy him all to herself..." Oh... this one wants a taste of Senior Bai Qi's freshness...

"Oh, no wonder Senior didn't show up today, it turns out she's too greedy..." Greedy... is that so... am I greedy?

I couldn't help but smile faintly, and strode away, ignoring the gossip behind me.

...

Such vicious comments, such unpleasant words—mostly stem from one psychology: jealousy—jealousy between women.

They only ever see Senior Bai Qi's elegant, dashing, and effortlessly handsome appearance, naturally captivated by him—just like... I used to be.

If they also had such an opportunity, to be close to him—to be forcibly pressed into a closet, to have their virginity taken, to be lied to, to be wantonly played with... who knows if she would still say such things?

However, people are different.

Perhaps they could continue their dedication, unlike me, who feels nauseous at the mere sight of them and wishes to stay far away.

...

This world is still unfair to women.

When a man makes a mistake, he corrects it slightly, puts on a show of repentance, and the audience sees this and feels relieved, instead blaming the woman for being ungrateful, not knowing when to stop, and not being generous or sensible enough.

If a woman makes a mistake, she may never be forgiven; gossip, ridicule, and sarcasm are ruthlessly hurled at her.

Otherwise, why would there be ancient practices like being subjected to torture like being boiled in a pig cage, climbing mountains of knives, or being boiled in oil?

This is a patriarchal society.

Tragically, most of the audience and persecutors are women themselves.

...

As the saying goes, "If it doesn't concern you, don't bother."

Chapter 160 Peach Blossom Demon Wang Zhaojun

Remember, do not argue too much with uncultured, jealous female compatriots, otherwise, you will be outnumbered and the one who suffers the consequences will be the one spreading rumors.

If I showed any sign of being bothered, the rumors would only intensify, and they might say even more hurtful things.

The best approach was to ignore it and remain calm.

I picked up my bag, pretending to be deaf, and quickly left the library.

...

This semester, the school added several new elective courses, providing students with more choices.

At that time, I was still doing my internship and hadn't come to school, so Qingying helped me choose one—philology.

She felt that this subject was related to my major, making it easier to pass the course. In addition, Professor Wang, who taught this subject, was very kind and approachable, treating students very well. As long as I submitted a paper at the end of the semester, I could easily pass. Therefore, his classes were usually only attended by a handful of students.

Today, I decided to go and learn from him, to experience the profoundness of Chinese culture, and to appreciate the charm of the origins of Chinese characters.

However, even after rushing all the way from the library to the teaching building, I was still a little too late.

Five minutes after the bell rang, I finally arrived at Building 3. Aiming for my classroom, I tiptoed in through the back door, found a seat in the last row, quietly sat down, took out my notebook, placed it on the desk, and opened it. My bright eyes lifted gracefully, gazing at the podium.

...

On such a bright sunny day, I was struck dumb.

Wasn't it said... this elective course had many students, but few actually attended?

Wasn't it said... the professor of this subject was white-haired and kind? Why was the one standing on the podium a handsome, elegant man? His seemingly deep, affectionate eyes were smilingly fixed on me, strangely familiar.

Could it be... that I panicked and went to the wrong classroom?

My face flushed slightly. I quickly picked up my notebook, turned sideways, and tried to sneak out the back door discreetly.

As the saying goes, we come from somewhere and we go back to somewhere.

"This...the female student leaving, what's your name?" The voice with the peach blossom eyes was quite pleasant, like a gentle breeze caressing my ear, intoxicating.

But...being asked like that in front of so many students was really embarrassing.

My movements froze, and I turned around, pretending not to notice, and sat up straight, striking a pose as if I were listening attentively. I stared wide-eyed at the handsome boy with the peach blossom eyes, looking utterly bewildered, as if pleading for his mercy.

"This...the female student sitting in the last row, is this your first time here? What's your name?" The boy with the peach blossom eyes ignored my feigned weakness and continued his relentless questioning.

The classroom was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. The other students held their breath, watching me cautiously, with a hint of schadenfreude.

Taking a deep breath, I calmly began,

"My name is Qiangwei. I've long admired your vast knowledge, and I eagerly enrolled in your class this semester, hoping to learn about the long history of Chinese characters. Since I was doing an internship for a while, this is my first time attending your class. Please guide me, teacher."

A sweet, respectful smile played on my lips, and my almond-shaped eyes brimmed with admiration as I gazed intently at him.

With a gentle smile, his peach blossom eyes overflowed with tenderness. He said, "Professor Wang is ill, so I will be teaching in his place for the time being. My name is... Wang Zhaojun. Please take good care of me, everyone. This Rose, I hope you can be my class representative. In the future, I will send you any important course materials, and you will be responsible for passing them on to the other students..."

...

In a daze, under the clear autumn sky and blue water, I seemed to have become a beautiful wild goose flying freely. I unintentionally saw a beautiful woman standing on the riverbank, her peach blossom eyes, which seemed to be smiling but were not, gazing at me with autumn water. Her slender fingers pointed at me...

I couldn't help but want to get close to her, to snuggle in her arms, to feel her tender touch and reassuring warmth...

...

My right hand unconsciously tightened its grip on the necklace around my neck, my soft fingertips tracing the shape of the rose again and again. Her almond-shaped eyes were fixed on him, but her thoughts drifted away. It seemed as if a glimmer of light flashed across his slender, fair neck, disappearing in the collar of his shirt. She couldn't make out what it was...

...Could it be another, larger, more radiant rose?

...What am I thinking?

My thoughts were suddenly pulled back, and I heard his beautiful, heavenly voice ring in my ears: "That's all for today. There's a lot of content, so please go and review it. I'll provide some reference books; you can look them up in the library..."

The class went by so fast; it was over in the blink of an eye.

"...Rose?? Rose!! Come with me for a moment. I have some materials to send you. Take your USB drive and come to my office with me." Zhaojun's peach blossom eyes stared at my absent-mindedness with a half-smile, not annoyed at all. He walked to my side and patiently called my name, again and again, until I heard it.

"Huh? What is it?" Suddenly snapping back to reality, I looked at Wang Zhaojun standing beside me in surprise, and without thinking, blurted out the nickname I had just given him.

"Come with me to get the materials. Also, you can just call me Zhaojun." He grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the classroom door, his movements practiced and natural, as if this action were perfectly natural.

My little hand twitched slightly, trying to pull away from his grasp. He noticed it almost immediately, and his large hand tightened, holding my small hand firmly.

A familiar warmth emanated from his palm, enveloping me completely—a warm, strong hand holding my small one, refusing to let go, refusing to leave, silently embracing me, treating me with tenderness, willingly.

It was like a soaring goose, its wings folded, curling up, lazily nestled in the arms of a beautiful woman, feeling his gentle, intermittent caresses—I nestled in the gentle embrace of this beautiful woman, lingering, reluctant to part, happy and content.

Suddenly, the phrase came to mind—"Holding hands, growing old together.

"…

How strange, for someone I had just met, I felt so at ease letting him hold my hand, leading me to an unknown place.

A warm, rippled feeling washed over me, sweet, fragrant, and joyful... My long, straight legs felt slightly weak... My private parts gradually became moist, slightly hot, soft, and slightly swollen. Leaving aside

my dazed, disoriented thoughts after seeing him... this delicate yet healthy body was experiencing such a strange physiological reaction... What's wrong with me?

Have I become what people call a lovesick girl?

They say men are driven by their lower instincts, but is it true that women are too?

...

Along the way, I received many curious glances, many whispers, many pointing fingers... I ignored almost everything around me in my dazed state... Only the tenderness of my small hand being held by his large one remained. I could only feel his burning body temperature, flowing from his palm to my small hand…

The beautiful Wang Zhaojun, with her peach blossom eyes slightly curved and lips slightly upturned, greeted the beauties with a cheerful smile,

“Long time no see! Thank you for your longing, which moved the author and freed me from the cold palace. Please continue to support me and leave comments; I will do my best. The later chapters will definitely be even more exciting.” ( Chapter 161,
February 5th) He led me into the administration building, standing in front of the elevator waiting for it to slowly descend. He held my hand the whole time, oblivious to the stares and whispers of the people around us, focused and firm, like a long-standing vow. “Rose, your necklace is so beautiful…” he sincerely praised, his peach blossom eyes half-closed as he gazed at me with a satisfied smile, his long, beautiful index finger slowly stroking it. No, no!! Don’t let anyone touch my rose necklace. A voice suddenly rang in my mind. I abruptly took a step back, avoiding his touch. A chill ran down my back as I pressed myself against the wall, a strange jolt bringing me back to my senses. What was I doing? With a quick movement, my small hand slipped from his grasp like a soft eel, maintaining a two-step distance. I smiled faintly and aloofly, "Teacher Wang, I..." "Call me Zhaojun." The pleasant voice carried an undeniable air of command. "Teacher Wang... Zhaojun, I..." My eyes flickered, my mouth opened and closed, and I decided to bow to the evil force. "Teacher Zhaojun? -- Not bad. But in private, call me Zhaojun!" He stared at me with amusement, like a wild beast hiding its sharp fangs and claws. "Zhao... Zhaojun." Under his suddenly wicked gaze, I shamelessly yielded, forgetting what I had just been about to say. I don't know why, but when I uttered Zhaojun's name, a... indescribable sadness welled up inside me. Why? Why? Why all these unusual actions today? Is it because I didn't see Bai Qi and Bai Lu? Or is it because of this strange man in front of me? This is so frustrating. Faced with this tangled mess of thoughts, I decided to put it aside and stop torturing myself. "You really can zone out anytime," he said with a smile, his tone tinged with a helpless indulgence. "Ding—" The elevator arrived. I followed him in, watching his long, slender fingers select the 5th floor. There weren't many people in the elevator, just the two of us—Zhaojun and me. We chatted casually, the atmosphere relaxed and natural, like old friends who hadn't seen each other for years, like long-lost siblings, or even like a perfectly compatible young couple. ... "I heard you mention your internship earlier, was it in this city?" he asked casually. "At the beginning of the semester, I did a two-month internship at home, so I missed quite a few classes." I stuck out my tongue sheepishly, surprised that this teacher was so concerned about me. "Where are you interning?" he asked again, a faint smile playing on his lips. "At a school, as a Chinese teacher," I answered honestly, glancing at him quickly before averting my gaze. "Are the students obedient?" he asked. "They're alright." Thinking of my lovely students, I couldn't help but smile slightly. "Your smile is so beautiful, Rose," he said, "You should smile more." Hearing this, my face flushed red, burning hot, as if I had a fever. I turned away from him, my face lowered, trying hard to suppress the waves of shyness washing over me. Thank goodness there weren't mirrors in this elevator. Otherwise, it would have been incredibly embarrassing. ... He smiled and said nothing more. His beautiful eyes were fixed intently on her back, a soft feeling rising in his heart: she was still the same, shy and sensitive, every move etched in his memory, tender and lingering. However... I hope you only smile for me. The words were on the tip of his tongue, but he swallowed them back. —It wasn't the right time yet. He needed to take it slow, not alert her and scare her away. His eyes darkened, and he clenched his fists. … With a “ding,” the elevator reached the fifth floor. The doors opened, and I followed him out with a pout, secretly pleased: Thank goodness, he didn't notice my blushing. Whew! I breathed a huge sigh of relief. (*^__^*) Hehe~.

His office was the first one on the far left of the stairs. Pushing open the door, you could see two desks inside. Some files were stacked on them, placed in the upper right corner. The desks were clean and tidy, spotless, without a speck of dust.

"Come in, sit for a while. Where's your USB drive?" He took out his laptop from his bag, plugged it in, and asked as he turned it on.

"Here, Teacher Wang, here you go." I respectfully handed it over with both hands. Students are always like mice before a cat when facing their teachers—cautious, careful, even a little timid.

I wonder if I'm being too sensitive… When he took the USB drive, his long, handsome fingers seemed to accidentally brush against mine, a fleeting ticklish sensation. I looked at him with some doubt, seeing his calm expression, and a thought flashed through my mind: I might be overly sensitive to physical contact between men and women…

"I said you should call me Zhaojun…" He stared intently at me, his peach blossom eyes misty, rippling with unfathomable depth. This scenery truly seemed to echo Li Bai's poem—"The Peach Blossom Pool is a thousand feet deep, but it cannot compare to Wang Lun's affection for me."

He always patiently corrected my way of addressing him. So, I shrugged, nodded earnestly, and showed him that I had remembered.

...

When he returned the USB drive to me, he seemed to accidentally touch my fingers again. He said, "Rose, here are the materials we'll need for the next class. Print them out and distribute them to everyone before class."

"Okay. Zhaojun, I'll be going now." Taking back the USB drive, I said goodbye and prepared to leave.

--As a female college student, lingering in the office of a handsome male teacher I had just met felt incredibly awkward.

Although...a strange feeling kept resisting me, a strange voice kept saying—

I don't want to leave...I want to stay...I nestled in his arms, feeling his warmth, listening to his heartbeat...

No!!! Absolutely not.

My fingers instinctively reached for the rose necklace on my delicate neck, my soft fingertips tracing the patterns of the rose pendant again and again… as if this would slowly smooth out my chaotic thoughts… make the strange ideas disappear… calm my turbulent emotions… But have they

really calmed down? My heart still fluttered inexplicably…

… I watched him raise his head, his peach blossom eyes slightly narrowed, the corners of his lips curving upwards, watching my every move with a half-smile, saying nothing, yet seemingly understanding everything. A gentle breeze drifted in through the window, bringing a touch of warmth… My heart fluttered. … And so, I fled. Chapter 162 The Peach Blossom Demon Wang Zhaojun . An ambiguous, tender, and comfortable atmosphere filled the air. Zhaojun gazed at me, her beautiful peach blossom eyes filled with affection, like a pool of autumn water, clear yet deep, utterly captivating. He sat there, silent, a half-smile playing on his lips, making no move. Yet, I felt an inexplicable urge to get closer to him. My feet lifted slightly, as if bewitched, and I unconsciously took one step, then another… His scent was fresh and clean, like grass after rain, green tea among bamboo shoots, exuding a pleasant and comforting feeling. It was irresistible, drawing me in completely. … No, wait, how did I suddenly find myself standing beside him, my soft, white hand outstretched, almost touching his cheek…? My face suddenly flushed crimson. I quickly took a few steps back, clutching my USB drive, and fled under his half-smiling gaze. I ran with my head down, and just as I reached the entrance of the administration building, I bumped into someone with a “thud. ” “I…I’m sorry…” Before I could finish speaking, the person pulled me into a long embrace. My face buried in his warm chest, I took a deep breath, and silently cursed: Shameless lecher!!! ...He actually took advantage of me again. "Rose, this time you were the one who threw yourself into my arms. Promise me you won't be angry anymore, okay???" he said, his voice clear as spring water, gently coaxing, "It's all my fault, I'll be heartbroken if you get sick from being angry." He held me tightly, but I struggled fiercely. My full, high breasts pressed against his chest, rubbing against him wantonly. After a few moments, I felt something hard against my lower abdomen, growing harder and bigger with my struggles. I'm no longer an innocent little girl, I naturally know what's pressing against me—a man's hot, hard member, ready to be unleashed, restless and eager, after his desire has been aroused. My body went weak, unable to control itself. I had no choice but to give up struggling, nestling in his arms, and angrily whispering, "Senior Bai Qi, you...you better let me go." "No, you're mine." He refused, his voice gentle yet firm. "Let me go...I...I'm going to throw up..." I threatened softly, a hint of panic in my voice. "You little rascal, you can't fool me." He chuckled softly, pulling me even tighter, almost melting me into his body: "Right now, you don't reject my touch." He was right. He knew my body too well. --This was also why I was so panicked: the aversion and rejection I had felt towards the two brothers, or rather, towards men in general, had mysteriously vanished...completely vanished, after Zhaojun's gentle touch. So, now, in his arms, my body was limp, my little hole slightly numb, warm, swollen, and a sticky, lubricating spring water gradually moistened the deep passage… My two round, high, peach-like mounds, pressed tightly against him like this, gave me an indescribable tingling sensation, making me want to squeeze them with one hand… – It was a feeling of burgeoning spring passion, burning with desire. …At midday, in front of the bustling administration building… “ Senior, I’m hungry.” At such an awkward moment, thankfully my stomach rumbled. I seized the opportunity and immediately showed weakness. My voice was low, soft, gentle, and muffled, with a hint of pleading. Men can’t resist this kind of pitiful look. “Baby, I’ll take you to eat right now. But you have to promise me you won’t be angry anymore. Move in with me, give me a chance to change, okay???” He took the opportunity to make his request, his cunning was quite something. Taking advantage of my vulnerability? I remained silent, a silent resistance, letting him hold me tightly, listening to the rumbling of my stomach filled with hunger. "I just can't do anything with you. Okay, let's go eat first." He sighed softly, choosing to compromise, ultimately unable to bear letting her go hungry. ... He stood at the fifth-floor window, watching her suddenly run, bumping into his arms at the corner, struggling and arguing—but it was all flirtatious banter, a push-and-pull. Then she let him carry her away, her arm around her waist. ... She really did return to the man named Bai Qi. Just as he expected. She couldn't escape his control. He shouldn't have let her go back to school in the first place. ... But there's no going back in this world. How could she, upon returning to school, sever all ties with him again, never contacting him again? Rose, oh Rose, the rose blooming in his heart, how could you be so cruel?

So many years together, such a sweet romance, could it all really be no match for Bai Qi's feigned affection?

He loved her, loved her for so many years. He cherished and protected her, the rose he held dear in his heart, finally winning her over, only to have it snatched away by someone else.

And today, he acted as if he didn't even know her.

Even when they went on their blind date, despite her inner turmoil and reluctance, she never showed this aloofness, as if she didn't recognize him.

…

Watching them leave, her beautiful peach-blossom eyes dimmed, her face paled, and he stared blankly, his hands clenched into fists, so tightly.

No rush, take it slow.

What's his will eventually return.

He will definitely find out Bai Qi's true identity.

Chapter 163 Eavesdropping on the Moans in the Kitchen

Senior Bai Qi hugged me tightly, took several deep breaths, then suddenly released me, standing to my left and putting his arm around my waist. His hand rested gently yet firmly on my waist.

His hand… I glanced at him, then at his hand, but he only returned my gaze with a doting smile.

My stomach was growling loudly, hunger making me weak and limp, I really didn't have the strength to accuse him of taking advantage of me.

Besides, at this crucial moment of eating, I didn't want to argue with him. Let him put his arm around my waist if he wants, it won't hurt me.

I'll settle the score with him after I finish eating.

…

“Rose, what would you like to eat?” he asked, considerate and attentive, clearly wanting to impress him.

“I want steak today.” After eating the same food in the cafeteria for ten days, I suddenly wanted a change.

“I know a Western restaurant that makes really good steak, let's go try it together today.” He smiled, a hint of surprise flashing in his handsome, ink-painted features, secretly plotting: first, take her out of the campus, have a good meal, then take her home, and I can… have a good meal too.

A thought crossed my mind, and his large hand couldn't help but gently caress my waist.

"Ah...it tickles, don't move...ha...don't touch me..." The moment his hand moved, I darted away from him, escaping his clutches.

He pulled me back into his arms, staring into my eyes, saying with a mix of playfulness and seriousness, "Rose, don't try to run away from me again."

"What if I do run away again?" A hint of annoyance rose in my heart, and I fearlessly stroked my beard, pushing his limits.

"I will never let you go. You can only be mine." His declaration was domineering, his demeanor like that of an emperor.

...

Whenever I read novels, whenever the male lead makes such a domineering declaration, the female lead always feels a surge of indescribable sweetness. At that moment, the relationship between the two deepens, becoming inseparable and deeply affectionate.

However, whenever Bai Qi tells me this, all I feel is endless helplessness and a hint of unspoken resentment.

It's as if... I was once a free-flying, carefree wild goose, but now I'm tightly confined in a magnificent yet empty cage, having lost the freedom I've always longed for.

Senior Bai Qi, you always force me, restrict me; you never know my true thoughts. Do you think that as long as you give, I must happily accept it...? Just like an ancient emperor favoring his concubines—do you think that your love falling upon me is the greatest fortune of my life?

But do you know that love isn't about one party giving and the other receiving? It's about both parties willingly surrendering, mutually tolerating, understanding, and supporting each other.

...

Love? Where have I been thinking? Senior, will he love me? Perhaps he's only attracted to my body, wanting nothing more than a fleeting moment of pleasure.

-- I'm worrying unnecessarily again, haha.

I can't help but let out a mocking smile, secretly laughing at my own naiveté.

"What are you thinking about? Why are you looking at me like that?" A pair of dark eyes, unfathomable, patiently stared at me, trying to read my thoughts.

"Nothing, wait, I need to take this call." Perhaps it was my deep-seated wariness; I always felt I couldn't trust him and didn't want to tell him my true feelings.

...

"Qingying, I just finished class. Hmm... what class? The one you made me take, philology... I'm about to go eat... You made spaghetti and asked me to come eat??? Okay, I'll be right there, wait for me at the door." I

happily hung up the phone and sweetly apologized to Bai Qi: "Senior, I'm sorry, Qingying asked me to come eat her spaghetti. Let's have steak another day."

His arm suddenly tightened, a hint of displeasure flashing across his face. Without saying a word, he stared at me with an intimidating aura.

"I'm sorry..." Seeing his displeasure, I knew I was in the wrong and apologized softly.

He suddenly grabbed my chin, lowered his head, and pressed his thin lips against my red lips, biting them hard.

"Ouch...it hurts..." A sharp pain shot through my lower lip, as if he had bitten it. --What a beast, a heartless and unreasonable beast.

"I'll go with you."

"Go eat your steak yourself."

I pushed him away impatiently and turned to leave.

"Qingying~~open the door~~" Standing outside Qingying's rented apartment, I knocked on the door for ages, shouting at the top of my lungs, before a weak voice finally came from inside, and the door slowly opened.

Qingying's face was slightly flushed, her breath coming in short gasps as she stared at me, her eyes rippling like a clear spring, beautiful and captivating. If I were a man, I would definitely be unable to resist pinning her against the wall and kissing her passionately.

This assumption is invalid -- because I am a woman, her best friend. Anyone with eyes could tell from her captivating appearance that it was definitely because of Feng Xu, the man sitting at the dining table.

His expression was not good; he was probably sulking because his good show had been abruptly interrupted.

"Rose, come in quickly, it's all ready~~ We've been waiting for you." Qingying greeted me as she nimbly slipped into the kitchen, smiling as she brought out a bowl of lemon lobster spaghetti.

A sweet, cloying aroma filled the air, faint yet undeniable. Having experienced it before, I knew it was the scent of burgeoning desire. It seems I really came at the wrong time. I

shouldn't have come, but I didn't want to eat with Bai Qi. I could probably guess what he was thinking. I didn't want to sleep with him again.

A woman must learn to love herself. She can't be too casual, otherwise, she'll be looked down upon and won't be cherished. It's

always like this, my mind wandering at any moment. o(︶︿︶)o Sigh

…

Qingying, this little girl, has a real talent for cooking. Although it was her first time making spaghetti, it was incredibly fragrant, smooth, and chewy. No wonder Feng Xu keeps such a close eye on her every day.

Don't all men want a gentle, virtuous wife who is equally at home in public and domestic?

Once you've tasted it, you can't help but want another bite; the lingering fragrance is delightful

.

"Hoo... um... don't do this... Rose is... still outside... ha... Feng Xu... let me go..." A faint, seductive moan drifted from the depths of the kitchen, barely audible yet alluring.

I put down my noodles, only to realize that the couple across the table was long gone.

That Feng Xu kid, he's too impatient. I hadn't even left yet, and he'd already followed Qing Ying. On the other hand, Qing Ying is really charming. (*^__^*) Hehe.

I calmly ate my noodles, vaguely listening to the beautiful moans coming from the kitchen...

Our Rose heroine also has a penchant for eavesdropping, (*^__^*) Hehe. Next, Xiaozao, who has been itching to write for a long time, is going to start writing a lot of H stuff!

Do you ladies want to see Qingying and Fengxu's first H scene on screen? Please leave your cute and pretty little paw prints!

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"Ha...ha...chu..." Sweet and subtle panting sounds secretly came out from the crack in the kitchen door...

...

Qingying smiled and brought out a plate of lemon lobster spaghetti and handed it to Qiangwei. Her watery eyes glanced at Fengxu, who looked unhappy. Her little mouth curved slightly, with a hint of apology and a hint of relief.

Before Qiangwei arrived, Fengxu grabbed her as she was busy, pulled her into his arms, lowered his head, and his fiery lips and tongue forcefully sealed her red lips. His nimble tongue quickly slipped into her soft, sweet mouth, circling her pearly white teeth before eagerly hooking onto her incredibly soft tongue, greedily licking and savoring it, sucking on it mouthful by mouthful…

He held her soft, delicate body tightly, his large hands restlessly stroking her elegant, smooth, and straight back, then irresistibly moving up her waist, finally grasping her high, soft, and full breasts, gently holding and caressing them…

"Ha...ha...mmm..." Her soft, panting breaths escaped her lips as he kneaded her with varying pressure. Her large, watery eyes narrowed slightly, like a clear autumn lake, shimmering with an indescribable allure and tenderness. Half-open, they gazed softly at something unknown...

This captivating yet innocent beauty made him increase the pressure of his hands. Through the thin fabric, he pinched her slightly erect nipple, pulled it up sharply, and flicked it...

"Ah...uh..." The little girl in his arms suddenly stiffened, trembling slightly. A seductive moan escaped her rosy lips, her small hands trembling as she grasped his arm, a mixture of welcome and resistance

...

"Qingying...Qingying...Qingying, my little girl...my little bunny, open the door quickly~~~~"

At this crucial moment, the inexplicable knocking sounded again and again. Rose's cheerful, clear voice rang out.

He lowered his head, about to kiss her luscious red lips, but her small hand firmly pressed down on his. A trace of passion lingered in her clear eyes, and her small mouth, panting softly, said resolutely,

"Brother, ha...wait a minute, phew...Rose is here...I called her to taste my pasta..."

Thus, his burning desire was abruptly interrupted. He watched helplessly as the little white rabbit in his arms escaped, opened the door, and her delicate, sexy body swayed in front of him again and again, but he couldn't taste her...

Especially when her clear, bright eyes glanced at him apologetically, the undisguised relief within suddenly ignited his anger.

She had deliberately called Rose.

Her figure, as graceful as a beautiful butterfly, fluttered into the kitchen, his anger transforming into lust.

...

He was burning with desire, his heart itching unbearably.

Taking advantage of Rose's inattention, he got up and followed Qingying into the kitchen, closing the door behind him without a trace. He swept her into his arms.

"Ah...ha...ha..." The moan that was about to escape his lips was swallowed whole. His

hot lips and tongue continued the passion from before, skillfully slipping into her small mouth, entwining with her soft, delicious tongue, licking and sucking incessantly, occasionally taking a bite, as if savoring the most delicious jelly. Clearly, he was desperately thirsty, yet he still had to suppress his temper, slowly seducing her.

"Rose...is still...outside...uh...chu...ha..." Under Feng Xu's forceful assault, Qingying desperately tried to regain a sliver of clarity in her mind, her small hands pressing against his chest, trying to push away the man who was holding her.

Feng Xu's answer was simple and clear. His large hand swiftly grasped her breasts, kneading them passionately through her clothes. His thin lips sealed her small mouth, continuing the kiss with force, trying to drive away her remaining reason with a tender and affectionate offensive…

“Wait…wait…ha…ha…outside…ah…” A sudden gasp escaped her lips, two blushes rising on her face. Her mouth was firmly sealed by his, and she couldn't speak.

…

He turned, pinning her against the wall, one large hand sliding inside her collar. His hot palms covered her soft, white peach-like breasts, caressing them wantonly against her thin bra. His thumb and forefinger eagerly slipped inside, expertly finding the tip, gently pinching it, then giving it a sharp tug…

“Ah…” The little girl in his arms suddenly tensed, pressing tightly against his body, breathing heavily…

He smiled triumphantly, his other hand parting her skirt, sliding slowly up her soft, smooth inner thigh, erotically caressing it, until he reached the edge of her panties. He gently touched the soft bottom, breathing heavily, and whispered wickedly in her ear, “Little sister, your panties are wet…”

"No...don't say...out...um..." The moment his large hand touched her, a tingling, numbing sensation spread through her vagina, an indescribable heat emanating from her depths. She slightly twisted her body, trying to avoid his touch, but with someone in front and a wall behind, her slight struggle only pushed her further into his hand. Her vaginal opening, through a layer of panties, rubbed against his hand...the more it swelled, heated, and tingled...a layer of moisture gradually seeped out, fragrant and damp, silently wetting her panties and staining his large hand...

"Little sister, you like me playing with you like this." He laughed, his words seemingly perfectly serious, yet utterly obscene. "Your vagina, through your panties, is sucking on my finger."

"Don't...say...ha...um..." She blushed slightly, resisting softly, still retaining a sliver of reason—there were still people outside.

If it were just the two of them, he would love to say these lewd words, and she would love to hear them. Now, she couldn't let anyone hear, otherwise, Rose would laugh at her.

"Ha...you're chasing me so hard, do you like my fingers that much???" He curled his index finger slightly, using his knuckle to constantly scrape her pearl, sometimes sinking deeper, sometimes gently brushing it, stirring up layers of moisture.

"I like it...ha...I like it when you go in deeper...sinking in..." She was so aroused that she lost her mind, only caring about chasing after his play, arching her chest, and pushing herself further into his arms...clamping her legs together, trying to trap the mischievous hand in between...

"You're clamped so tight, I can't move my hand..." he said mischievously, clearly complaining about the interruption of his desire.

"Ha...ah...no..." She couldn't speak, her breath coming in rapid gasps, her long neck arched slightly backward... Her legs hesitated, parting slightly to make it easier for him to slide in. Unexpectedly, the moment she relaxed, his large hands restlessly pulled her wet panties aside, quickly parting the dense pubic hair and expertly pressing against her hidden nipple...

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"Brother...ha...brother..." Qingying breathed heavily, calling his name softly and intermittently. Her soft, delicate body was tense and trembling slightly. His hand held her most sensitive spot, kneading it wantonly...A

tingling, numb, sour, and itchy sensation traveled from his fingers to her nipple, waves of pleasure washing over her, threatening to engulf her.

Feng Xu's other large hand gripped her slender waist tightly, holding her firmly against him, leaving no gap between them.

He lowered his head, gently nibbling along her collarbone, his white teeth unbuttoning her dress. He took a deep breath, burying his handsome face in her soft, full breasts, his nimble tongue slowly licking the deep cleavage between her curves…

“So itchy… ha… ah…” Just as she was about to protest, he yanked hard on her sensitive spot, a jolt of electric pleasure washing over her, leaving her legs weak and trembling. She could barely stand, relying solely on his strength…

“Be a good girl… and I won’t hold your motives for calling Rose over…” he said, half-threatening, half-seductive, his breath brushing against her tender breasts, stirring a tingling sensation…

Qingying couldn’t speak, only shaking her head tremblingly—what motive could she have? She was just tired of being bothered by him day and night, her back and legs aching, and she wanted to call for help. She had thought that with Rose here and Bai Qi following, he would at least restrain himself because of the presence of outsiders.

She never expected him to be so bold, daring to press her against the kitchen wall in front of them, wantonly caressing and playing with her…

However, this clandestine lovemaking only excited her more, making her more aroused.

…

“Little sister, you’re so lewd, getting wet so quickly with outsiders present…” He chuckled, his fingers suddenly plunging into her wet, rosy vulva…

“Ah…you’re the lewd one…ha…” Her little mouth retorted defiantly, but her vulva tightly gripped the invading finger, greedily sucking it in.

“Don’t you like it when I’m lewd with you?” He laughed, his fingers probing deeply and shallowly, moving in and out of her deep flower path, drawing out even more fluids.

“Stop…ha…stop…” Her watery eyes welled up with tears, as if she was about to cry from being bullied.

“If I really stop, I’m afraid you’ll really cry…” he said teasingly, his fingers moving faster and faster, his fingertips rubbing against the velvety, hot, smooth flower path, sighing softly, “Little sister…you’re so wet, let me help you clean it up, okay???”

“No…ha…ha…ah…so…so numb…stop…no…brother…Feng…Xu…brother…um…” A charming moan escaped from Qingying’s mouth as his fingers moved, wanton and unrestrained, yet unable to stop.

He suddenly inserted another finger, and together they quickly thrust in and out of the flower path, teasing out more transparent, slightly sticky, and sweetly fragrant fluid, flowing silently from the depths of the flower cave, slowly sliding down his slender fingers, staining his palm.

"You're such a passionate little slut... ha..." he teased, slowly withdrawing his fingers. Clear, sticky fluid clung to his fingers, making them feel incredibly erotic.

"You're the one who's... ha..." she stubbornly argued, clearly the one toying with her body, yet blaming her for everything.

"Look... your fluids... clear... so beautiful..." He held his hand up to her face, deliberately showing her the fluids that stained it. "I love it, what about you?" He raised his hand, his tongue wickedly licking her fingers, his eyes gleaming with wickedness, a smile playing on his lips: "They taste good too, sweet and fragrant..."

"Ha... kiss... kiss..." She stretched out her arms, hooking them around his neck, sealing his lips with hers, silencing his next words. —If those lewd private words were overheard, she would never be able to face Rose again…

…

Sensing her initiative, his eyes darkened, his lust burning fiercely as if doused with oil.

He took the initiative, capturing her red lips in his mouth, sucking them domineeringly and passionately, hooking her little tongue and devouring it greedily, not letting a single drop of her nectar escape. His

hot lips and tongue traveled down her smooth, elegant neck, burying themselves in her soft, peach-like breasts. He took a deep breath, aimed at her left nipple, and took it in, sucking and nibbling like a child nursing…

The tingling, numbing, and sour pleasure was like an electric shock, irrepressible, emanating from his mouth. Especially when he sucked hard, the unending pleasure spread from her nipple throughout his body, quickly gathering deep within her moist vagina, stirring up a wave of tender, clear spring water that meandered down.

His large hand hurriedly unzipped his pants, releasing his hot and hard erection. He pressed it against the deep, mysterious crevice of her thigh, sliding it back and forth along the outer edge of her vulva, up and down a few times. After getting it slick with clear, sticky vaginal fluid, he aimed at her pink and moist vulva and thrust hard. With a soft "plop," his enormous penis filled the tight, deep vulva, stretching open the narrow, velvety flesh walls and filling it completely.

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"Huff...huff..." He panted heavily, feeling his hard member sink into her tight, enchanting orifice, being sucked by her thirsty flower path, bit by bit, sweet and alluring, deliberately extreme, like tiny mouths, tiny tongues, constantly licking his huge member, enticing him to thrust deeper...

He breathed heavily, unable to resist pressing her even tighter, his two large hands roaming haphazardly over her snow-white, round body, caressing her soft, plump breasts, pinching her slender waist, finally sliding down to her round, perky buttocks, firmly grasping her soft, elastic buttocks, his large hands pulling down hard, his penis fiercely thrusting upwards...

"Ah...ha~~ha~~...huff~~...brother, too deep...ha~~..." Qingying only felt the huge member in her little hole was hot and hard, the force fierce, the fierce thrust just now almost piercing her flower core...

"You wanton little sister... huff... you like it when I poke you like this... don't you???" He panted as he thrust deeply, finding her taste amazing, a hundred times more delicious than her pasta.

"Ah...ah..." She endured his rapid thrusts while deliberately suppressing her panting moans, a truly arduous task. She feigned indifference, protesting, "No...I don't like it...ha~~...I just...don't like it...um~~..."

"Don't like it???" Hearing this, he felt a surge of displeasure. He paused his assault, narrowing his eyes to carefully observe the small figure he held down—

her rosy face revealed an undisguised stirring of desire...her alluring eyes, like ripples on autumn water, intoxicating...her rosy lips slightly parted, soft breaths coming in, her pearly white teeth biting her lower lip, leaving two small teeth marks, struggling to control the beautiful moans that welled up within her...

He suddenly understood. He had felt something was missing earlier; now he realized it was her exquisite, intoxicating moans. The fact that she could suppress them proved she wasn't fully engaged.

How could he, Feng Xu, allow his woman to be distracted during lovemaking? ... He lowered his head, precisely capturing her lips, blocking her mouth, hooking her tongue, mimicking the thrusts of lovemaking, deliberately arousing her desire, and consuming her reason

.

His hot, hard, and broad chest pressed harder against her breasts, deliberately caressing them. He felt the two soft, plump mounds being squeezed, and the nipples gradually hardened.

His large hands cupped her round buttocks, erotically caressing them, occasionally touching her mysterious, tender pink anus… He patiently withdrew his penis, rubbing it against her soft, delicate thighs, smoothing it back and forth along the outer edge of her vulva… Occasionally, he would thrust into her flesh, a shallow thrust followed by a deep one, withdrawing completely before she was satisfied, continuing to caress the outer edge… Or he would press against her pitiful, trembling pink clitoris, vigorously and passionately rubbing it…

“Brother… ha~~ ha~~… Brother~~… my little hole is so wet… so sore… huff… so uncomfortable… um… ha…” Finally escaping his lips and tongue, she seized the opportunity to gasp for breath, her intermittent, coquettish pleas soft and weak, on the verge of collapse, yet unable to resist the burning desire. All reason had been worn away by him, soaring to the ends of the earth.

My vagina feels wet, hot, and swollen; it's an indescribable discomfort. Especially since there was a hard, practical iron rod, still wickedly rubbing against the outside of the hole... She could feel the warm and cold lustful fluid seeping from the depths of her flower core, slowly flowing through the deep flower path, endlessly...

Suddenly, the wicked big meat rod would plunge into the thirsty flesh hole, shallowly poking a few times without quenching the thirst, and then resolutely leaving, completely ignoring the deep thirst of the hole...

It hurts... It really hurts...

This feeling of not being satisfied is so painful... Her slender waist slightly ached, weak and powerless, yet began to sway rhythmically... Her round buttocks chased after his meat rod, her thirsty little hole opening and closing, like a small mouth, wanting to grab the disobedient meat rod...

"Brother~~~...Brother~~~...Please~~~...Give it to me...~~ha...hurry up and put it in...huff...please...insert my hole...insert my hole until it's raw...okay...brother~~~..." She pleaded softly, completely unaware of the lewd words she was uttering.

"Huff...huff...what did you say...I didn't hear you...huff..." He growled, his breathing rapid and heavy, his voice hoarse. He was already burning with desire, almost unable to hold back, yet he still wanted to hear her delicate, alluring moans and desperate pleas.

"Brother~~...please...I beg you...ooh...push it in...fill my little hole with your cock...please...ha~~ha~~...hurry up and put it in...I want you...uh..." she cried out, her eyes watery and beautiful, staring at him, her small mouth slightly open, issuing a seductive invitation...

Seeing her alluring and charming appearance, he truly couldn't resist. He aimed his cock at her wet, slippery little hole and thrust it in hard, eagerly pumping in and out, each time hitting the very bottom.

No technique, only force.

His large, hard penis thrust fiercely into her plump, tender vagina, each time penetrating fully. The mushroom-shaped glans swiftly reached the cervix, kissed it deeply, circled it, and withdrew completely without hesitation.

Then, with even more ferocious thrusts, precise and brutal strokes, he withdrew completely… fierce thrusts, precise and brutal strokes, he withdrew completely… again and again… only the “slap slap” sound of flesh slapping could be heard, a seductive and languid atmosphere, indescribably alluring and fiery. Her

desire surged, her vagina unable to contain his rapidly thrusting penis, already soaking wet, ready for his pleasure. The deepest part of her flower felt so good, flowing with even more lustful fluid, her vaginal canal spasming wave after wave, a boundless pleasure spreading from their point of union throughout her body, making her feel weak and aching all over, seeking even more ultimate pleasure.

"Ha~~...Ha~~ha~~...Ha~~ha~~ha~~...Ugh~~Ugh~~...Ugh~~...Ah~!!!" Suddenly, her whole body trembled, her small hands tightly hugging his strong body, her moans becoming more urgent and louder. A rapid, long spasm rippled through her vagina, gripping his penis tightly, sucking it down, bit by bit, refusing to let go. With a loud scream, a gush of hot fluid flowed from the deepest part of her flower, spraying onto his penis...

Beauties, today is May 20th, I love you all, (*^__^*) Hehe...

Chapter 167 Eavesdropping on the Moans in the Kitchen 5

A violent spasm rippled through her vagina, gripping his penis tightly, bit by bit, sucking it down, like a sweet, intoxicating, yet dangerous black hole... The huge suction pulled his penis even deeper...

Spring tides overflowed in her secret passage, sticky, transparent lustful fluids overflowing, enveloping the hot, dangerous giant...

"Sister...hmm...you're sucking so tight...it feels so good...so much juice is flowing onto my cock...it feels so good...mmm...you have to relax...if you squeeze me and I cum now...you won't be able to enjoy the more wonderful feeling later..." Feng Xu's words were hot and lewd, whispering in Qingying's ear, coaxing her with endless patience.

His monstrous cock aimed at her soft, sensitive flower core and thrust hard, kindly prolonging the lingering afterglow of this lingering spasm. But suddenly, without warning, he pulled out completely, clearly feeling the entire flower cave suddenly empty, large streams of clear, sticky, and crystal-clear juice flowed down the secret path, dripping transparently into the glans of his hot and evil cock, onto the clean, smooth, mirror-like off-white floor tiles, forming a small puddle...it

was truly indescribably lewd...

"Ah~~~...ha...brother...wuwu~~..." She weakly grabbed his strong arm, her fingers sliding lightly, silently pleading.

The vagina, which had been filled to the brim, enjoying the thrusting of the enormous penis, was suddenly pulled out, leaving an empty void. How could the vagina, still throbbing with pleasure, bear it?

Without the fullness of the penis, a tingling, itchy sensation spread through the entire inner wall, an indescribable discomfort and emptiness, unbearable…

So uncomfortable… So uncomfortable… Unable to think, unable to express, she could only follow her body's needs, pressing against his body, against his penis, clinging tightly, slowly rubbing, sliding up and down… again and again, a silent invitation, a deliberate seduction,

“Come… come… use your enormous penis to penetrate this wanton little hole…”

But, but, he remained unmoved.

…

The limp little hand suddenly regained its strength, tilting downwards, shyly touching the hard, erect, mushroom-shaped tip, retreating slightly, yet unwilling to give up. Finally, she mustered her courage and grasped the well-shaped, enormous, hot, and hard thing... She carefully encircled a section and gently stroked it up and down... Her soft fingertips playfully touched the mushroom-shaped tip from time to time, leaving a trail of slightly cloudy white fluid.

Her entire hand was slippery and sticky; she didn't know if it was her own vaginal fluid or his semen...

Her other hand quietly slid down her side towards her genitals, subtly trying to reach the outer edge of her flower cave, press down on her already swollen and red clitoris, and insert it into her thirsty, writhing, and utterly empty little hole...

"Although I like you touching my penis like this, your little hole is exclusively mine. No one but me can touch it..." He saw through her intentions, his strong hand grabbing her sneaky, soft little hand, making a domineering declaration.

"It's clearly my own..." she complained softly, dissatisfied. Unexpectedly, he overheard her soft, coquettish words.

He immediately retorted, "You're mine. You're mine, your heart is mine, your whole body is mine. Tell me, isn't your pussy mine too???"

At this crucial moment, in the heat of passion, he actually had the mind to argue about this.

Unfortunately, she couldn't resist and had to give in: "I'm yours, all of me is yours...my pussy is yours too...wet, spasming, tingling, empty and thirsty pussy, it's yours..." She

deliberately

used many adjectives to seduce him, hurry, hurry...

her pussy really couldn't take it anymore, waves of soreness and numbness came one after another, itching terribly.

...Her slender waist began to sway seductively, round and round...her round and plump buttocks rubbed against his body...her two soft, snow-white mounds, too big to hold, circled and teased his chest...

She raised her misty eyes, slightly narrowed them, gazing at his thin lips with a look that was both alluring and innocent. Her small, rosy lips parted slightly, releasing soft, rapid breaths and gentle moans…

—such a captivating and alluring sight, no man in the world could resist…

And her soft little hands, gently caressing his two full, enormous testicles, tenderly nurturing them… His

fiery palms grasped her round little buttocks, erotically fondling them a few times, then forcefully lifted her up, pressing her tightly against the wall. His fiery, monstrous member, like an iron pillar, aimed at her flower-like opening and suddenly thrust in, forcefully and completely penetrating… instantly relieving the emptiness and discomfort that filled her flesh…

A tingling, numbing pleasure emanated from the depths of her flower, spreading across the tight, delicate, velvety inner walls, bringing immense satisfaction.

The fierce penis gave her no chance to savor it, rapidly beginning to thrust in and out, penetrating fully, aiming at the most sensitive cervix, thrusting hard, drawing circles, and then withdrawing. He thrust in again, angled and hard, hitting the deepest point, then pulled out completely…

This repeated, the slapping sounds of flesh against flesh echoing in the kitchen. The swollen little hole endured the rapid, fierce ravaging of the penis, unable to resist, only able to accept it, releasing more lustful fluid, flowing continuously down their point of union.

The lustful fluid that flowed out was then thrust back in by the evil iron rod, bringing out even more sticky, warm flower nectar, spreading the fragrant, lewd scent of intercourse…

When the entire huge, ferocious penis entered, it almost stretched and tore open the small, tight hole, constantly kissing the sensitive clitoris deep inside, as if it were about to pierce the entire hole, both sour and pleasurable…

“Ha…ha…so deep…almost being pierced…uh…gently…gently…” a charming moan escaped from her little mouth.

"I'm going to fuck you...you slut...hah...I knew you...liked me fucking you so hard..." He panted heavily, speaking viciously, his thrusts becoming more forceful and ferocious, slapping against her soft, vulnerable flower hole, almost shoving his two round testicles into her.

"Brother...brother...it hurts...uh...be gentle..." she pleaded softly, feeling waves of pleasure building up inside her, higher and higher, more and more intense, and she couldn't help but feel a little scared, wanting him to stop, yet unwilling to let him stop...

Her vagina tightly gripped the penis inside her, greedily sucking and licking, enjoying it immensely. Waves of spasms rippled through the soft, delicate inner walls, enveloping the hard, enormous member in a sensual, almost intoxicating embrace, savoring each powerful thrust…

“You little liar…you’re holding it so tight…and you said no…how can I believe you…” The penis, like a giant nail driven into a stake, penetrated deeply and heavily. His large hands held her buttocks firmly, pulling her upwards with his withdrawal and downwards with his thrusts, using gravity to push it even deeper, as if trying to pierce her womb…

“Ah…mm…ah…” she moaned loudly, unable to say anything, all her attention focused on her lower body, on the sensation of that astonishingly large member thrusting in and out, in and out…

so pleasurable…so pleasurable…hahhh…

...

Feeling the accumulated pleasure about to reach its peak, her little hole softened completely, glistening with moisture, sticky and slippery yet incredibly tight, sending waves of ecstatic spasms through her. The two small nipples on her breasts stood erect and rosy, pressing hard against his chest, rubbing against him uncontrollably...

Her whole body felt indescribably soft, her lower body felt indescribably sore... Both satisfied and empty...

Faster... Faster... Almost there...

Ugh... Ha... Why did you stop... It hurts so much... Don't stop...

Chapter 168 Eavesdropping on the Moans in the Kitchen 6 Gao

Fengxu suddenly stopped his thrusting, lifted the little one in his arms, and plunged his penis deep into her swollen, ecstatic little hole again. He turned around, still fiercely thrusting, and walked a few steps to the display table. He swept aside the pile of fruits and vegetables and placed Qingying on it.

He pulled his massive member out smoothly, spread her thighs, adjusted her position, and stared intently at her pink and slightly swollen vulva for a long time. Before she could react, his hot, increasingly hard penis thrust in heavily, all the way in, and began to thrust deeply, making a "slap slap" sound.

"Ah~~ Brother...it's so deep...uh...~~huff huff...hmm...it feels so good there...thrust harder...huff...please..."

"You slut...I knew you liked me...I'll fuck you like this...huff huff..."

This position allowed his penis to go in even deeper, making it easier to enter and exit. His huge penis could freely thrust in and out of her tender vulva from any direction...slanting in from above, reaching the deepest part of her flower core, drawing a perfect circle, and pulling out from the lowest sensitive spot...slamming in heavily from the left, deliberately thrusting to the most sensitive spot on the upper left, thrusting left and right, and pulling out along the right side of the path...

each time, it went in completely and was pulled out entirely. Each time it was pulled out, a section of soft, tender pink flesh could be seen emerging from the large, mushroom-shaped tip, clinging tightly to the glans. Before it could even retreat, it was thrust back in by the fierce, monstrous penis. Thrusting in and out, poking and circling, repeating this over and over, each time more ferocious, each thrust harder than the last, the little one pushed back, only to be pulled back by his large hand.

Ha...ha...ha...

The fiery atmosphere, the lewd sounds, the pervasive scent of lust... In the corner of the kitchen, an ancient scene of lovemaking between a man and a woman was unfolding...

"Brother...ah~~...um~~...ah~~...too fast...slower...huff...don't poke there...uh...harder..."

"You slut...huff...I'm going to pierce you...here...fuck you to death...huff..."

Waves of lewd words echoed, interspersed between the two's fiery, seductive moans and rapid breathing.

He thrust in and out a hundred times, feeling the little girl's snow-white body go limp like a puddle of water, her little hole becoming increasingly tight and intoxicating, the waves of sucking making his penis even larger and his lust even more intense.

He wickedly pinched her snow-white, high breasts, leaned down and took her left nipple into his mouth, sucking hard twice, biting down on a large mouthful of snow-white tender flesh, sucking on it in turn.

He pulled Qingying down from the display table, making her turn around, lie face down on the display table, her peach-like buttocks raised high, revealing her pink and shy little anus and her red, swollen, and tender little hole, unable to withstand the ravaging.

"So beautiful...so pitiful...your little hole is all wet...glistening with a shimmering light...opening and closing, telling a story...a charming and touching sight...so lovable..." He leaned closer to admire it, his thumb and forefinger touching the moist little hole, playing with it incessantly, while his middle finger mischievously slipped inside, gently caressing the incredibly soft inner walls.

"Don't say anymore... Brother... Ah... My pussy is so itchy... I can't take it anymore... I want you... to put it in..." Unable to see his face or actions, the feeling of being played with in her flower hole was even more intense. Her delicate body, immersed in lust, became even more sensitive. Her peach-like buttocks kept responding to his fingers, swaying in circles...

"You slut... Aren't I already fucking you..." He smiled wickedly, forcefully poking her wet little hole with his middle finger.

"I want it... Ah~~ Ha~~... Your big cock... Come on... stab me hard... fuck me to death..." Her rosy little mouth gasped and moaned, pleading softly.

"... Ah... Such a sensual request..." Before the words were finished, his huge, hot cock slammed into her soft, tight little hole. The rounded end of the massive thing forced open the spasming passage, squeezing out the wet, slippery fluid, and thrust straight into the most sensitive depths of her uterus.

"Ah...so deep...so deep...ha~~..." The rear-entry position allowed him to penetrate even deeper into her secret place, pressing heavily against her sensitive spot, thrusting and circling wantonly. He would pull out slightly, then eagerly thrust in even deeper, the mushroom-shaped tip pressing against her soft cervix, lingering there, unwilling to leave.

"Brother...so tingly...so numb...ah...it hurts so much...ah...you're going to pierce me...uh~~...you're going to tear my little hole apart..." Her little mouth gasped, unable to control her lewd words, pleading softly.

"I'm going to pierce your hole...tear your hole apart...so you'll be in my arms forever...only me will penetrate you...ah..." he said fiercely, his breath coming in rapid gasps. The rhythm beneath him grew even more vigorous.

"Ah...ah...ha...ha...um...no...don't...poke there...ah..." Her voice grew increasingly seductive, broken and incoherent, unable to form a complete sentence. She was swept away by wave after wave of pleasure, almost floating on air, yet she was tightly controlled by him, forced to remain in the mortal realm, accompanying him in his continued pleasure.

"Is this it?" He gritted his teeth, aiming at her cervix, using all his strength to stretch her tight, delicate flower-like opening with his hard penis. His large glans continuously pounded against the most sensitive soft flesh, stirring up a continuous stream of lustful fluids that flowed onto his penis. The fluids, squeezed out of her enchanting flower-like opening by his intense movements, slapped into glistening droplets, staining their thick, intertwined pubic hair, forming a thin, crystalline line that slid to the ground...

"Ah..." Her breathing suddenly became rapid and shallow, her gaze even more unfocused, her delicate face slightly raised, her plump buttocks pressed even closer to his lower body, her vagina gripping his hard, large intruder tightly, almost unable to move, wave after wave of overwhelming spasms spreading through her passage, her tightly closed cervix slightly opening, spraying out a large gush of warm, fragrant fluid...

He held her waist tightly, almost lost in the ecstatic spasms of her vagina, the tip of his penis, the mushroom-shaped tip, seemed to feel a mysterious and unpredictable suction, drawing it inward, inside it was as soft as a pool of spring water, yet as tight as a small mouth, coupled with the ecstatic biting spasms and the washing of warm fluid...

"You little slut... you're sucking me so hard again... do you want me to cum all over you... huff... catch it..." The penis grew even larger, and with a powerful thrust, it pierced into the tender, untouched cervix, violently ejaculating streams of hot, turbid white fluid...

That's all for Qingying and Fengxu's H scene. Beauties, did you like it?

02-05
Chapter 169 The Rose's Desperate "Peach"

Although Qingying's homemade spaghetti was delicious and juicy, with perfect color, aroma, and taste, leaving one wanting more after finishing it, I think the most tender, juicy, and delicious thing should be Qingying herself.

Otherwise, the seemingly refined Fengxu wouldn't have been so eager to corner her in the kitchen, pinning her down like a hungry tiger pouncing on a sheep, and ruthlessly ravaging her.

The corner of the wall may be nice to listen to, but I, Rose, am at least a considerate person. I leisurely ate my noodles, pricked up my ears, and listened to the ambiguous and passionate foreplay. I wiped my mouth, rubbed my full belly, and left contentedly, closing the door behind me and leaving the romantic atmosphere to a pair of jade-carved lovers.

...

Feeling good after eating, I hummed a little tune and lazily strolled out the back door, looking around leisurely.

The back gate of the school leads to a residential area where many student couples rent apartments.

Firstly, they can be inseparable, strengthening their relationship;

secondly, they can practice cooking skills and other essential life skills for living together or even married;

and thirdly... (*^__^*) Hehe, just like what I heard earlier, they can do whatever they want, freely and without restraint.

To meet the needs of couples, shrewd merchants have spotted this prime location and opened many snack shops, boutiques, clothing stores... a complete range of shops, offering everything imaginable.

As a homebody, my activities are usually limited to the campus, a three-point line: dorm-cafeteria-dorm. I rarely stroll around the back gate residential area… Okay, I admit it, although this semester, so far, this kind of life… has only lasted for a little over ten days.

…

Today I happened to be out and about, and I've eaten quite a bit, so I might as well stroll around here and buy some small things I like, some delicious snacks. It's just a pity—if I had a best friend with me, strolling around together, that would truly be—perfect timing, perfect location, perfect company, everything would be flawless. It

doesn't matter if I don't have a best friend, after all, Qingying is busy doing what she likes right now. I can stroll around by myself. I slipped into a snack shop next to me, ready to do some shopping.

…

Holding the snacks I just picked out, I turned around to pay, when I bumped into a strong, masculine body with a thud. "Ouch!" I rubbed my forehead, it hurt a little from the impact.

I was a little annoyed. It was definitely my fault for bumping into Bai Qi at the corner downstairs earlier. Because I was preoccupied with something, I ran frantically, trying to escape the awkward atmosphere, without paying attention to where I was going.

And this time, the person I bumped into was clearly his fault. Why was he standing behind me, so close, as if he was deliberately waiting for me to bump into him? His personality is just awful.

I took a small step back, looked up, and opened my mouth, ready to express my dissatisfaction. The words that were about to come out rolled back down my throat. I blinked hard, turned my head, thought for a moment, and stared at the person in front of me. He seemed so familiar. I raised my small, white hand and rubbed my eyes vigorously, then looked more closely. The familiar person in front of me seemed to be called… Bai Lu.

Bai Lu??? Bai Lu!!! How could it be him???

He was wearing a pink shirt, dark jeans, and white sneakers. He looked youthful and energetic, like a cute little boy straight out of a fashion magazine. His long, elegant neck was exquisite, a smile graced his handsome face, and he possessed thin, pale orange lips, a high, straight nose, and deep, sparkling eyes that rippled like autumn water. He was breathtakingly beautiful, like the most precious obsidian.

As if appearing out of nowhere, he conveniently blocked my path, waiting for me to turn and bump into him.

What a coincidence!

...He...he must have done it on purpose.

But didn't he disappear? And then, from which corner did he reappear?

I don't want to see him. I really don't want to see him.

I suppressed my surprise, lowered my eyes, avoided eye contact, and turned to pay.

"I'll pay. How much? And two more cups of 'Love Tea'." Bai Lu rushed ahead to pay.

I tossed aside the gift I had chosen, not even glancing at him, and hurried away, my steps unsteady, my mind a jumbled mess.

I don't want to see him, I don't want to hear his voice, I don't want to touch his body, I don't want anything... I just want to escape. Didn't he stop appearing? What is he doing now? Is he trying to stir my heart again? Is he trying to bewitch me with his pitiful eyes again? Or is he trying to tease me again?

If he's not going to show up at the dorm, then he shouldn't show up at all. I won't feel lost because of his absence. I certainly won't feel a sudden rush of heartbeat or a bittersweet joy when I see him suddenly appear.

...

I, I won't be happy because of his appearance. Absolutely not!!! My thoughts are in turmoil, and my steps quicken. I walk forward with my head down, completely ignoring the familiar and pleasant male voice calling behind me,

"Wife... slow down... don't ignore me... wife... don't walk faster and faster..."

Who is his wife? So many people, shouting so intimately, are they trying to make me feel uncomfortable at school?! I'm not even graduating yet! How am I supposed to face all these familiar faces?!

And I think I hear people whispering around me: "Isn't that Rose?" "Isn't

that Senior Bai Qi over there?"

"No way, he seems younger than Bai Qi?" "

Tsk tsk, she's such a flirt, seducing one man after another." "

It's her nature, there's nothing we can do about it, sigh, who told us we weren't as seductive as her...

"

Unable to bear this embarrassing scene, I started running, just wanting to escape this situation I couldn't control as quickly as possible.

"Wife... don't run away..." Bai Lu called out anxiously from behind. The footsteps were getting closer.

Faster, faster, I have to shake him off... Hearing his footsteps, I panicked and quickened my pace, but the footsteps behind me were getting closer and closer. There was a fork in the road ahead. Without thinking, I quickly turned and veered into the narrow path on the left.

God bless me!! I hoped he hadn't seen me turn.

But God must have been dozing off, not hearing my prayer.

...

"Got you~!!" He suddenly moved closer to me, grabbed my arm, and pulled me back heavily, plunging me into his arms, his warm, soft body enveloping me.

"Let go of me!!" I struggled desperately. "Let go of me, stay away from me."

"No!! I will never let go again!! I want to hold you, forever!!! Rose, my wife!!" His breath was in my ear as he held me tightly from behind, his strength just right, making it impossible for me to break free.

"Let go of me, Egret." Seeing that struggling was useless, I obediently showed weakness, slowly pleading, my tone carrying a hint of helplessness.

"Rose, I love you. You are my wife, I love you... You will never know how long I've searched for you... how long I've loved you... Can you bear to let me be heartbroken even after finding you in this lifetime?" He growled at me, his voice filled with an undeniable sorrow.

"I don't understand what you're saying. Egret, I hate you... I reject you..." I hardened my heart and said cruelly, my voice trembling slightly.

The strong body behind me trembled slightly, stiffening completely. A domineering hand gripped my chin, twisting it slightly backward, and his handsome thin lips quickly pressed down, filled with undisguised anger, sealing my red lips.

"Egret... um..." I tried to refuse, but as soon as I opened my mouth, he bit me hard. I opened my small mouth in pain, but his nimble tongue still slid into my mouth, hooking my pink tongue and sucking it incessantly, bite by bite, as if savoring the most delicious jelly.

He seduced me with boundless tenderness, his nimble tongue venturing into my red lips, hooking my tongue and caressing it relentlessly, sending waves of tingling pleasure through me. Then, without warning, he withdrew, leaving my bewildered tongue to follow his retreat, falling into his mouth, being sucked in heavily, rolled in, sucking and nibbling with varying pressure—a mixture of pain and pleasure, yet I couldn't break free, left to his relentless torment.

His large hands mercilessly pinched my full breasts, kneading them from bottom to top, sometimes clockwise, sometimes counterclockwise, sometimes lightly, sometimes heavily, applying immense pressure to my full breasts. With his caresses, waves of tingling, swelling pain emanated from the tips of my breasts, making me want to escape, yet uncontrollably pushing my firm, peach-like breasts even higher, offering them further into his palm.

A passionate kiss, skillful touch, relentlessly arousing my desire, silently devouring my senses. A hot, hard object slowly rose in his lower abdomen, pressing against my round, full buttocks, rubbing against me with ill intent.

"Ha...ha..." Finally, he released my lips and tongue. I seized this precious moment to gasp for breath, but before I could even take two breaths, his hot, moist lips pressed against mine again, his nimble tongue filling my rosy mouth, eagerly stirring another wave of blissful sensation.

...

"Liuli, what are we having for dinner tonight?" A clear, melodious female voice suddenly rang in my ears, like a thunderclap, jolting me back to my senses. —Someone was approaching.

"I usually don't eat dinner," a gentle, watery voice replied.

"No, please, have something to eat with me. You're so tall and slender, you don't need to lose weight anymore, okay?" The pretty girl's voice rang out persistently, soft and gentle, a pleading tone almost like a spoiled child.

"No... don't be so coquettish with me... my bones are melting... this trick should be used on your boyfriend..."

"Okay... there's a new mala tang restaurant that just opened today, let's go eat there."

The two girls' voices gradually faded into the distance.

Startled from the sudden awakening, I snapped back to reality. With a sudden burst of strength, I turned around and shoved the infatuated Bai Lu far away.

"Wife???" he asked, his eyes, now even more alluring and glistening with desire, gazing at me tenderly.

"I reject you, I don't want to see you."

"Wife, your body's reaction has clearly told me that you no longer reject me." He smiled, his lips slightly curved, his eyes crinkling, radiating a lively spirit, seemingly very happy.

"..." I remained silent. He's right, it's an undeniable fact.

My body craves him. Just that gentle touch was enough to send my little hole throbbing with desire, hot and numb, soaking my light-colored panties.

Chapter 170 The Passionate White Heron

"Wife." White Heron stretched out his long arms and pulled me into his embrace.

He kissed my ear softly, his gentle voice overflowing with sweetness: "Your body no longer rejects me…Wife…I'm so happy, you know???"

He called me "wife" so sweetly, so alluringly, like a smooth little snake slithering in and out of my ear, making my heart itch and my body go numb.

But, I…I didn't know.

Damn it, I really didn't know I was such a thirsty woman.

Today's experience made me tragically and completely understand—

my body can't live without a man!!! Whether it's Senior Bai Qi who hurt me before, or the inexplicably appearing White Heron, or even that strange yet familiar Teacher Zhaojun who appeared today…

With just the slightest touch, a tingling, pleasurable sensation would spread throughout my body, like a spark igniting, an electric current flashing through my veins, converging at my tender, moist opening…

a tingling, swelling, warm, slippery feeling… just like now, my opening is soft, wet, an uncomfortable, watery mess…

…

“Wife…wife, I love you. You are my whole world.” Ignoring my inner turmoil, he confessed with overwhelming passion, his warm, thin lips sliding down my long neck, caressing it up and down, then aiming at my fair, delicate, porcelain-like skin, he slightly parted his lips and extended his nimble, wet tongue to lick it.

I shivered, the tingling sensation on my neck quickly spreading throughout my body, triggering another wave of tingling pleasure.

See? Such a sensitive body, so easily aroused, how pitiful and pathetic

…

Ah… He actually bit my

hand! I abruptly pushed away Bai Lu's embrace, clutching the wound on my neck where I had just been bitten. I took two steps back, my fiery almond eyes glaring at him angrily, my rosy lips accusingly proclaiming, “You actually bit me!!!”

“Wife…” he said calmly, smiling, his smile as radiant as the brightest sunset clouds, his dewy eyes sparkling like the most dazzling gems: “You are my wife, my most beloved wife.”

“Hmph~!!” I clutched my wound, taking two more steps back, my heart secretly softening slightly, yet I still stubbornly huffed, “…Who, who is your wife?”—I am not your wife. You like playing role-playing games; go play with whoever you want. I'm not playing along.

"My lady, look, these are the things you just picked out." He magically produced a large bag from behind him, handing it to me like a treasure, "Here, since you liked them, I bought them all."

...A wind-up light brown musical doll...A cute bear-shaped couple's mug...A pale purple drawer-style jewelry box...A dark green double-layered folding lace parasol...A round coin purse made of coconut shell...A cute bone-shaped cushion...A cute lucky cat with a waving paw and a silver bell...A black and white maid lace hat...Plus a whole bunch of snacks...and two cups of "love-longing" milk tea.

When did I pick out so many things? I stared at him, bewildered, blinking in confusion.

"My wife, you're worried that there's not enough room for all this stuff in the bedroom, right?" He blinked understandingly, offering a kind suggestion: "It's alright, I'll help you carry it and arrange it nicely in our bedroom, okay?"

"No!!!" I refused without hesitation.

This guy, trying to trick me into going back with him, I'm not falling for it.

"My wife..." He smiled faintly, his eyes sparkling, focused and captivating, deep and beautiful, making one want to look deep into them and see what's inside.

Those beautiful eyes were like a gurgling spring of clear water, brimming with sweet affection and unspoken words, impossible to fathom, yet captivating, drawing one's heart to understand more deeply...

"My wife, come back with me, okay?" he said. His eyes, glistening with dew, rippled like autumn water, his dark pupils gleaming like the brightest full moon in the sky. His voice was soft and ethereal, like willow catkins drifting in the wind, floating into my heart.

"...Good...no!!!" I almost lost myself in his alluring beauty again...

Luckily, I reacted quickly, escaping his captivating gaze in time, and managed to firmly refuse.

I grabbed the large bag from his hand, stomped hard on his foot twice, and before he could react, I turned and ran away.

Watching her triumphant figure as she ran off with her bag, Bailu's lips curved into a faint smile. Seeing her adorable, slightly sullen, and playful antics, a strange sense of satisfaction and joy welled up inside him.

...

Just now, every word he uttered to her was sincere.

He, Bailu, loved roses. From a long time ago, until now, and forever. He couldn't change his fate. He couldn't forget the first time he saw her, the years of searching, the endless heartache and pain, and the overwhelming joy when he finally found her.

How lucky he was; his destiny was hers.

How tragic; his destiny was actually hers.

Seeing her vomiting in her sorrow and rejection shattered his heart.

Before finding her, he had always imagined how things would develop between them. He never imagined that one day she would reject him so obviously and genuinely. It was as if she couldn't live without him.

She could be so cruel to him.

He couldn't be cruel to her.

So, while letting her leave, he kept an even closer watch on her. Every morning, he waited for her downstairs with breakfast, offering words of comfort and concern. He followed her to every meal, watching how much she ate, constantly observing her physical condition, trying every possible way to have more contact with her, even a fleeting touch of his fingertips.

He was like a lurking cobra, watching her intently, carefully concealing his presence. He waited for the crucial moment to strike, letting his venom seep into her life, leaving her forever unable to escape.

Rose resisted his intimacy, but he pretended not to notice, slowly drawing closer, buying her anything she liked, whispering sweet nothings she wanted to hear, doing anything she wanted to do… as long as she liked it.

But did this exquisitely beautiful Rose actually like him?

Chapter 171 Zhaojun's Call

Clutching the large bag snatched from Bailu's hands, I dashed back to my dorm. I sighed, tossed it onto my desk, sat in the soft chair, caught my breath, and then leisurely turned on my computer, grabbed a cup of love-sick milk tea, took a big sip, and decided to look at the things he had bought for me.

…

Look, this cute pink doll, I love it. —Slender, fair fingers lifted her puffy skirt, grasped the wind-up key at the back of her head, twisted it twice, and as soon as she released it, a melodious tune immediately began. The melody was gentle and beautiful, like a piano piece whispering in autumn… The doll's pretty, delicate face turned slightly with the music…

I also love this pale purple jewelry box. —First, I pulled open the small handle adorned with flower buds, pulled out the first drawer, and placed colorful hair ties inside. Next, I pulled out the second drawer, carefully lined it with a layer of foam, and placed the pretty hair clips I had collected earlier inside. Finally, I propped up the bright little mirror on the top shelf; it was truly breathtaking.

This bone-shaped cushion is so cute! I love it; I can't help but want to hug it and give it a good squeeze, pinching one end of the bone and gently stroking it, feeling its soft, silky texture… And this parasol—it must be the most beautiful umbrella I've ever seen!!! Look, this double-layered design will definitely block a lot of UV rays. The cute light-colored lace around the edges gives it a doll-like feel—it's adorable, practical, and I absolutely love it…

This lucky cat-shaped silver bell can be threaded onto your phone and used as a phone charm. With a gentle movement, it jingles crisply—so cute… This coconut shell coin purse is also very pleasing to the eye. It can probably hold about 100 coins… Now I won't have to worry about getting change when I go shopping!

And these two incredibly cute bear cups are so white and clean; I use one to make coffee, and the other…

My thoughts were interrupted by the sudden ringing of my phone. I picked it up instinctively, held it to my ear, and asked, "Hello, this is Rose. Who is this?" My voice was incredibly soft and gentle, with a slightly nasal tone and a touch of coquettishness.

The other person didn't speak. I raised an eyebrow and glanced curiously at the caller ID; it was an unfamiliar number.

I usually don't answer unfamiliar numbers.

But today, I'd bought so many things I wanted, and I was in such a good mood that I answered anyway.

Patiently, I pressed on, "Who is this?" My voice rose slightly, sounding somewhat crisp, yet still soft and gentle, striking a chord deep within. With a gentle shake, the silver bell tinkled softly, its sound lingering in my ears.

"...Rose, it's me." A male voice came through the receiver, a brief silence. His voice was slightly hoarse, deep and pleasant, like a clear spring flowing into my heart from the other end of the line.

His voice rose slightly as he said, "I am Zhaojun."

"Ah!" I exclaimed, my eyes widening in surprise, my palms slightly damp. "Teacher Wang... hello."

"I told you to call me Zhaojun." The owner of the pleasant voice reiterated his insistence with a hint of displeasure.

"Zhao... Zhaojun." I still needed him to pass this elective. I must be obedient and not offend him now. "It's so late, what brings you here?"

"We haven't finished talking today, why did you suddenly run off?" he asked.

"I... I..." I stammered.

My face flushed red, my mind filled with that bewitching scene: in his office, my fingers, as if possessed, reached out towards him... his beautiful, peach-blossom eyes slightly raised, gazing at me with tender affection...

"I what?" he chuckled, lazily pressing for an answer.

"Nothing... nothing. Zhaojun, I had some urgent business this afternoon, so..." My mind was a complete mess, utterly blank.

"Urgent?? Is it to see that boy downstairs?? Who is he to you?" he pressed, his tone casual, seemingly nonchalant.

Only he knew his heart was pounding, his hand gripping his phone tightly, his palms sweaty, his knuckles slightly white. His heart was in his throat, pounding wildly. He didn't know what she would say, or how her answer would shatter his heart. He had long suspected their relationship, yet he refused to believe it, like an ostrich burying its head in the sand. He deliberately asked, just to hear her deny it, even if it was just a lie…

"…" I remained silent. What kind of relationship? What else could it be? Lovers? Friends? Classmates? Or just friends with benefits?

This shouldn't be hidden, but I didn't want him to know about our relationship.

This feeling was complex and difficult to understand, even to myself. "

...

He's Bai Qi, the senior in the student council." After a moment of silence, I said, deliberately concealing the truth and intentionally distancing myself. "He's like an older brother to me; he takes good care of me at school."

"Rose, you're so cute." He smiled, his laughter soft, like a gentle breeze caressing my heart. "From now on, I'll take care of you, okay???"

Even though I knew she was lying, he still smiled happily at her description. His peach blossom eyes narrowed, filled with joy.

He couldn't hold back anymore. He wanted to pour out all his tenderness and affection to her.

"But, you... are a teacher..." I was somewhat surprised, but a warm feeling welled up inside me, like the brightest spring sunshine pouring down, filling my entire heart.

"Rose, I fell in love with you at first sight," he said.

I smiled, remaining silent. Listening to his breathing on the phone, I felt so happy. My heart was beating faster and faster, like a small drumstick, thumping incessantly.

Because, I, too, fell in love with him at first sight.

Liking someone—such a simple yet complex thing.

Some say love is predestined, a fate across three lifetimes. Lovers from a past life are destined to meet in this one, destined to fall in love at first sight.

Then…could this be the case for me and Zhaojun?

…

Chapter 172 Ha…Zhaojun…don’t do this~! Gao

“Rose,” Zhaojun held the phone, her index finger gently stroking the rose necklace around her neck, her eyes gazing dreamily into the distance, slightly unfocused, as if looking at her beloved little one, softly yet firmly confessing, “I like you.”

His voice was so beautiful, like a drifting cloud, carried gently by clear water.

Holding my phone, I listened to his gentle voice on the other end, "Rose...Rose...I like you..."

A joyful flower bloomed in my heart, each petal nodding slightly as it unfolded, whispering, "...I like you too."

...I like you too...really, so much...

"Zhaojun, I like you too."

"Although I don't know why I have such a strong feeling, I...really, really...like you..."

I stood in a place both strange and familiar, head bowed, softly telling myself. The surroundings were cold and quiet, a chill wind blowing in from somewhere, making me feel a sense of desolation.

I hugged myself, trying to drive away this inexplicable bitterness. My eyes stung, and tears silently blurred my vision, hot and swirling in my eyes.

Almost inaudible footsteps approached, stopping in front of me, the person sighing softly.

I blinked desperately, squeezing out the tears, clearly seeing two clear drops quickly fall. I sniffed my slightly reddened nose, raised my face, and looked pitifully towards the source of the voice: "You... Zhaojun...??"

I exclaimed in surprise, my voice suddenly rising, my large, watery almond-shaped eyes widening in disbelief.

"Rose..." he said, "I like you."

My heart warmed instantly, as if I were in a cake shop. The aroma of fresh cakes filled the air, sweet and fragrant.

He raised his hand, his slender fingers gently touching my eyes, asking tenderly, "Why are you crying?"

"Because I miss you," I answered softly, cautiously probing. I was afraid that even a slightly louder voice would scare him away.

"I miss you too. So I came to meet you in my dreams." His thin lips curved slightly, his answer tender and affectionate.

"This is a dream?" I asked, somewhat surprised, looking around. The once cold and deserted environment had now transformed into an empty cake shop. A dazzling array of cakes, fragrant and exquisite, were displayed in the window beside us.

"This is your dream." His right hand gently pinched my chin, and he leaned down, his pale lips capturing my red lips. His nimble tongue glided along the edge of my lips, bringing a tingling, itchy sensation.

Involuntarily, I opened my mouth, allowing his tongue to penetrate deeper, licking and kissing my teeth, hooking my tongue in a passionate, lingering embrace. He caressed and sucked incessantly, mouthful after mouthful, until I could hardly breathe, my whole body burning and weak. I couldn't help but stand on tiptoe, accepting his hot, wet kiss.

"Do you like it?" He withdrew his tongue, his breath lingering on my lips, a suggestive panting sound. "I

like it." Since it's a dream, I should enjoy it.

His peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, gleaming with a seductive light, gazing at me for a long while before smiling slightly.

Two vibrant blushes rose to my cheeks, and I looked away shyly. A slight unease pounded in my heart: "He's so close to me, holding me tightly. Does he feel my heart pounding?... Or does he think I'm too casual?"

"You're so beautiful..." His thin lips brushed against my ear, nibbling at my delicate earlobe with a wicked bite, sending a jolt of electricity through me. He hooked one arm around my slender waist, pulling me closer to him, while his other hand cupped my breasts, caressing them wantonly. His warm, large hand expertly played with my sensitive spots, as if he knew them inside and out, patiently and passionately kneading and rubbing, deliberately arousing my desire.

Desire had already risen, like waves, surging and churning, impossible to suppress, growing ever higher.

The lustful fluid seeped from my little hole, forming a clear, sticky stream that flowed silently, wetting the deep, winding flower path and the clean, pink panties.

"You're so wet..." His fingers slid down my soft waist, pinching my round little bottom, then wickedly reached for the bottom of my panties. "Even through a layer of fabric, you can wet my fingers. You're such a wanton little girl," he whispered in my ear, deliberately flirtatious.

"Want to feel how tight my little hole is?" Bewitched by him, I seemed to transform into a seductive vixen, replying innocently yet alluringly.

"You little devil...you really know how to seduce men..." His peach blossom eyes grew darker, a hint of something unfathomable in his passionate gaze.

"I only...seduce...you...Zhao...Jun..." I uttered his name slowly and deliberately, each word clear yet seductive, alluring yet pure.

"My bones are melting..." He pulled down his underwear, and his finger suddenly plunged into the deep, fragrant little hole, splashing up several layers of lustful fluid as it entered the warm, tight hole. "So tight..."

"Ah...ha..." The little hole, suddenly invaded by a foreign object, contracted tightly, biting his finger hard, writhing incessantly, as if trying to squeeze it out.

The finger wasn't squeezed out, but instead was sucked even deeper...

...

No, this feeling...is too real.

Chapter 173 Don't...don't put it in~ Gao

suddenly opened her almond-shaped eyes, and everything was dark before her.

Her body felt incredibly heavy, unable to move.

It was as if a hundred-pound weight was pressing down on her, panting heavily. His breath brushed against the wet peach blossoms on her chest, causing a jolt of electricity.

Her lower body was slippery, soaking the sheets. There really seemed to be a foreign object in her little hole, a swollen feeling, biting tightly, tightly, constantly spasming and entangled.

Something felt... very wrong.

My mind was a blur, unable to think clearly.

My usual sharpness and quick wit had vanished without a trace.

But something just felt... very wrong.

The sweet lovemaking in my dream seemed to be playing out in real life...

The inexplicable sensations in my body confirmed this. My keen sixth sense horrified me: besides me, there was something else alive in this dormitory room!! Something particularly dangerous and terrifying.

Every hair on my body stood on end as my vision gradually cleared...

Something hot and wet pressed against my face, precisely finding my slightly parted pink lips. The slippery, soft body nimbly slipped inside, brushing past my pearly white teeth, hooking my tongue, and rubbing it incessantly, back and forth, up and down, not letting my poor little tongue escape, licking and teasing it wildly in my mouth...

...This feeling was familiar to the very core of my being... ...This was clearly... a passionate French kiss.

…This thing is clearly a person, a grown man—Senior Bai Qi

suddenly bit down hard, wanting to bite down hard on his mischievous tongue.

His movements were faster; his large hand gripped my chin, applying slight pressure, instantly making me lose all strength, only able to let him kiss and lick me wickedly…

A hot, domineering, intoxicating kiss, a kiss I was unwilling to accept yet unable to resist… He kissed me until I was panting heavily, all my strength drained away by his kisses, leaving me limp and powerless on the bed, still at his mercy…

“Get away from me~…” I immediately protested as his lips withdrew for a moment. …Unfortunately, my voice was soft and weak, delicate and sweet, sounding more like a deliberate seduction.

“Your body doesn’t say that…” He chuckled softly, his gentle voice adding a touch of wickedness to the dark night.

"Didn't you feel it? Your little hole is sucking on my finger, looking like it's enjoying it so much, so reluctant to let go... It keeps spasming... it keeps sucking... so tender... making me want to insert another finger..."

He described in detail, his finger inserted into the tight little hole, slowly moving back and forth, seemingly trying to deliberately savor that intoxicating feeling. The slightly rough fingertip grazed the soft, tender flesh of the passage, bringing an indescribable tingling and soothing sensation, causing a wave of spasms...

"No... don't... ha... ha... um... um... no... don't..." Rapid breathing, seductive moans, her soft body arched slightly backward, her slender waist swaying seductively, wanting to escape, yet unable to escape, only able to helplessly twist with his movements.

A strong thigh was inserted between her straight, slender legs, forcibly separated, unable to close. She could only let that wicked hand invade the mysterious juncture of her thighs, a finger thrusting in and out of her moist little hole, then suddenly two fingers joined together, forcibly inserting into her pink little hole…

The sudden insertion suddenly stretched the tight flower path, bringing an indescribable feeling of fullness, both hot and sore, and a slight, tearing pain…

“Mmm…it hurts…stop…ha…no…don’t move…ah…ha…” Her soft body was pressed tightly down by him, unable to escape, she could only plead and moan, breathing rapidly, trying to calm the intertwined, indescribable feelings…

“I haven’t touched you for a few days…and you’ve become so tight…as tight as a virgin…huff…no…this feeling…tighter than a virgin…huff…” Her fingers were gripped tightly by the spasming flower hole, unable to move, he had to be patient, gently coaxing,

“Good girl…don’t be so tense…it’s me…Bai Qi…relax…baby…otherwise you’ll get hurt…”

"Hoo...ha...take your fingers out...please..." I pleaded pitifully, my bright, watery almond eyes gazing at his misty outline.

"Okay...good girl...relax a little...so I can pull them out..." He kissed my breasts, taking the tender tips into his mouth and gently sucking a few times.

"Ha...ha...mm...mm...hoo..." Hearing his words, I tried to relax gradually, my vagina slowly becoming more wet, gradually soaking the invading fingers.

"Good girl...hoo..." He rewarded me with a deep suck, igniting a surge of pleasure, like an electric current rising from the tips, passing through my flat, delicate abdomen, gathering in my tight vagina, drawing out even more fluid.

Following this moist, slippery flow, my two fingers obediently withdrew slowly from the soft, winding path, mischievously separating slightly before gently touching the sensitive flesh on the left side...drawing out even more translucent fluid and endless tingling pleasure...

Just as I breathed a sigh of relief after feeling the finger withdraw from the opening, a sudden scream rang out: "Ah...ah...you...you're lying...don't put it in..."

The large, hot, hard object slammed into the unsuspecting flesh, forcefully thrusting into the sensitive, tender flesh on the left side that had just been teased, creating a burst of pleasurable, tingling sparks that quickly spread throughout the body...

The pink flower suddenly contracted, squeezing tightly, biting down hard on the intruding object, trying to resist its penetration. But unexpectedly, the large, mushroom-shaped tip pressed against that sensitive flesh, relentlessly rubbing and circling, moving up and down, drawing circles and circling, as if it had chosen its target, deliberately teasing and thrusting, arousing wave after wave of indescribable pleasure, making one unwilling to refuse, unable to resist, only able to swim in this blissful, ecstatic comfort...

"Ah...ha...ha...um...ah...ah...so tingly...so numb...no...don't..." The soft moans from her small mouth grew more seductive with each sound, captivating the heart.

Bai Qi seemed even more vigorous, his thrusts growing increasingly fierce, almost shattering the delicate little hole… His monstrous, enormous penis pounded in and out with a series of shallow thrusts, fully penetrating and then withdrawing, wantonly playing with the tight little hole…

The sensitive inner walls were easily broken, spasming and trembling incessantly, gripping the hard, hot penis, lingering and alluring… As it slowly withdrew, she felt a slight reluctance, clinging to the slightly pulled-out, pinkish soft flesh… Then, with its violent and fierce thrusts, she trembled violently, experiencing unparalleled pleasure, gripping even tighter and more tenderly…

“Huff… huff… you tormenting little slut… it’s only been a few days since we made love… and you’re already so passionate… sucking so tightly… you’re really… wanton…” His breathing became increasingly rapid, his hands gripping my slender waist, clamping down hard, pulling me down heavily to meet his upward thrusts, allowing his penis to penetrate even deeper, forcefully and violently pressing against the most vulnerable cervix…

"Ah...ah...no...let me go...senior...ah ha..." The moans grew more urgent, the voice slightly hoarse, uncontrollably tinged with soft sobs...My whole body trembled and spasmed uncontrollably, my vagina overflowing with desire, the stimulation from his thrusts causing both pain and pleasure...

"...Hoo...I will never let you go!!! You slut, accept all my semen!!!" He swore fiercely, gripping my slender waist with both hands and pulling me down hard, his lower body thrusting forcefully into my tight, slightly swollen vagina, his hot penis suddenly swelling, trembling slightly as it pressed against my most tender and sensitive cervix, spraying out streams of hot, cloudy semen.

Chapter 174 The Mysterious Man on the Balcony

"Senior, are you satisfied?"

Having just experienced an intense lovemaking session, I lay on the bed, my body weak and limp, covered in fragrant sweat, breathing rapidly, my soft, high, plump breasts rising and falling incessantly. My soft voice was slightly hoarse, carrying an unknowingly alluring lust.

"Huff...huff..." His rapid breathing and the strong arm resting on my snow-white breasts answered me.

"If you're satisfied, please leave." His statement was calm and indifferent, as if it had nothing to do with me.

He suddenly sat up, staring at me fiercely. His usually dark almond-shaped eyes even gleamed with a hint of light in the darkness.

"Who was the man in your dream just now???" he finally spoke, his voice hoarse and deep, unlike his usual self. Yet it struck me hard.

My breath caught in my throat, I couldn't speak, my mind went completely blank.

—My little secret, discovered so quickly.

"Tell me, was the man in your dream Bai Lu, or me???" he pressed, his handsome face close to mine, his warm breath on my cheek.

"..." I remained silent. The tension in my heart eased slightly.

—He didn't know that the man who had just entered my dream was a stranger… Wang Zhaojun, the assistant teacher I had just met.

Yes, he doesn't know mind reading, so how could he know my every word and action?

I'm no longer the naive little girl I was when I first met him.

"Rose, remember, you're mine. Forever. No one can take you away from me." His domineering vow sounded like the unwilling shouts of a child who hadn't grown up, making me chuckle.

"Mmm..." Unfortunately, he swallowed the last syllable of my laughter. His thin lips sealed my red lips, forcefully parting his pearly white teeth, hooking my soft, fragrant tongue in a passionate, lingering kiss... Taking

advantage of his momentary pause to catch his breath, I pushed him away forcefully, pleading softly, "Senior, I feel so uncomfortable all over, I want to take a shower first, okay?"

Before he could react, I nimbly bypassed him, got out of bed, put on my cute, soft slippers, and, naked and slightly sticky, weakly walked towards the bathroom.

I glanced back at Bai Qi with a sweet smile, then slipped into the bathroom, locked the door, turned on the shower, and waited for the hot water to gradually replace the cold water.

...

The pattering sound, like rain, filled the small bathroom. My bright almond-shaped eyes stared intently at the crystal-clear water droplets, unblinking. My delicate nose was slightly red, and my pearly white teeth bit tightly onto my swollen lips from the kiss.

Although in my dream, I made love freely with Zhaojun, in reality, the man on top of me, passionately kissing me and penetrating my vagina, was Bai Qi.

Not only Bai Qi, but I also had a forbidden relationship with Bai Lu.

An old saying goes, "A good woman doesn't serve two husbands."

In that sense, I'm not a good woman... But that's not the point. In this world, how many people can truly remain faithful to one man?

However, I'm still sad, for... Zhaojun.

I can't be a cheating woman... I can't be with Bai Qi and Bai Lu while secretly loving Zhaojun.

That's unfair to him.

And I… I can’t hurt him… I can’t bear to hurt him…

A sudden tightness gripped my heart, as if a thousand-pound stone was pressing down on it, heavy and aching:

just the thought of someone hurting Zhaojun made me want to transform into a wild goose, to peck at her fiercely, to tear her apart…

This indescribable feeling was too complex, making me panic and my eyes welled up with tears.

…

I quickly finished showering, turned off the water heater, picked up a clean, fragrant towel, dried the glistening water droplets from my body, put on a bathrobe, and opened the locked door.

“Senior…” I called out cautiously in a soft voice, but there was no answer.

Had he left? My misty almond-shaped eyes stared at the messy bed, but I couldn’t see his figure. I quickly scanned the area and saw a tall, shadowy figure on the balcony.

“Senior, come in quickly.” I pretended to be calm, inwardly cursing his entire family: even though it was dark and everyone was asleep. If someone with insomnia went out for some fresh air and happened to see him on the balcony… I'm afraid if word got out, my reputation would be ruined…

He walked in, his clear, bright eyes sparkling like dewdrops, a unique charm in the darkness. He stared intently at me, a slight smile playing on his lips, and said, “Wife, do you like those little things???”

“Bai Lu!!! How could it be you??? Where’s Senior Bai Qi???” The sudden shock made me take two steps back, my right hand clutching my heart, letting out a soft, incredulous gasp.

I had originally thought that after showering, I would be pinned down on the bed by the still-unsatisfied Senior Bai Qi, who would wantonly ravage me again. But I never expected that the one with ill intentions would be Bai Lu.

He walked to the table, picked up an adorable bear-shaped teacup, and gently rubbed it in his palm with his long, slender fingers. His exceptionally beautiful eyes remained fixed on me as he asked, "Wife, this is a pair of couple's teacups. You can use one, and I can use the other, okay?"

"Sure, you bought it. Whatever you decide is fine." My almond-shaped eyes warily met his, my arms crossed over my chest, my small, white hands tightly clutching my robe.

"Whatever you decide is fine..." He repeated my words with a playful tone, his voice rising slightly, clear and pleasant, lingering in my ear: "Since that's the case, then I won't be polite."

Before the words had even finished, he moved swiftly, taking two steps to my side, his strong hands gripping my slender waist, lifting me horizontally, and tossing me onto the soft bed.

Chapter 175 I Love You~

"Ah..." I cried out in surprise, falling onto the soft bed, feeling dizzy and lightheaded, a sharp pain shooting through my round, plump bottom.

"White Egret!! How could you be so rough?!" I propped myself up with one hand, gently stroking my soft, bouncy bottom with the other, raised my head, tears welling in my eyes, glaring at him angrily, pouting my pink lips, looking rather aggrieved and reproachful.

A pair of bewitching phoenix eyes stared intently at me, their dewy glints shimmering in the darkness, breathtakingly beautiful, like the most dazzling star in the distant sky appearing before me.

He slightly curved his lips, took two steps forward, and sat on the edge of the bed. His strong hand took my small hand, gently caressing it a few times before sliding down to my round, adorable peach-like bottom, stroking it tenderly, and said with utmost patience, "Does it still hurt?... It's all my fault, I shouldn't have left you on the bed like that... My wife, I'm sorry... Please forgive me???"

His touch was just right, gentle and comfortable, seemingly possessing a magical power, quickly easing my pain.

"Alright, I forgive you. But from now on, you have to listen to me." Taking advantage of this opportunity, I made a rather arrogant demand.

"I'm innocent, my wife." He played along perfectly, his hands sliding down my long, slender legs, massaging intently, his phoenix eyes gazing at me with tender affection: "You have to stand up for me, my wife. From ancient times to the present, I have always obeyed your orders. Your wishes are my pursuit. Your happiness is my happiness. If you're unhappy, I'll find a way to make you happy."

"Pfft," I couldn't help but laugh out loud at his adorable words.

"My wife, is this comfortable?" He pressed his advantage, pinching my slender, straight calves and massaging them with extreme gentleness, asking ingratiatingly.

"It feels good, continue." I squinted my eyes, enjoying his service like a lazy cat.

...

"What are you doing here? Where's Senior Bai Qi?" I asked casually, though I had pretty much guessed it. The

massage pressure on my legs suddenly increased.

"Ouch!!" I cried out, my eyes wide with displeasure as I glared at him.

"My wife, the one standing before you now, massaging you, isn't Bai Qi, it's me, Bai Lu!!" He lunged forward, pressing close to my body, his soft breath brushing against my cheek. His alluring phoenix eyes were fixed on me, and he said clearly, word by word, "My wife, I don't want you to look at me while thinking of someone else... It would break my heart."

Hearing his slightly rapid breathing, and seeing his increasingly alluring and bright eyes and resolute expression, I sighed softly.

"Are you deceiving yourself?" I chuckled, my voice as soft and gentle as a floating cloud, without a trace of strength, yet it gently entwined his heart.

I asked calmly, "Do you guys think I'm stupid? Did you plan this all along, showing up one after the other tonight? How are you going to divide me up? One person for a day? Or one person for a time?"

I'm not stupid. When I was young, out of curiosity, I read a few popular online romance novels, one of which featured a story of one woman and many men. At the time, I thought it was just fiction and didn't take it seriously. Now, I'm actually experiencing this absurd situation firsthand.

"Wife, I love you," he said earnestly, his voice deep.

Chapter 176 The Private Parts of the Bullied Pink Pearl ~ High H

…

"Wife, I love you." Bai Lu gazed intently at me, his expression incredibly sincere, his phoenix eyes brimming with tears, as if I could see my small figure reflected in them.

Unable to face his gaze and confession, I lowered my eyes, motionless, sitting quietly, staring at my bathrobe, silent, as if I hadn't heard his words… just like a beautiful white porcelain doll, unmoved.

Deep down, my heart was already churning with emotions.

Past joys and affections, like a movie replaying in my mind, quietly but inescapably unfolded.

The egret's infatuation, its kindness, its gentleness and coquettishness, were like an invisible red thread, swirling around my heart, occasionally piercing it, causing sudden, unexpected pain, leaving me powerless to resist.

And those inexplicably familiar dreams, appearing constantly, also haunted me, making them impossible to forget

…

Those warm hands, gently massaging me, lightly kneading and slowly rubbing my jade-like legs, again and again, with great patience.

He stepped back slightly, lowered his head, his eyes intently fixed on a pair of pure white, straight, and slender legs. His large hands glided over the smooth, almost translucent skin, reaching my small, delicate feet, the five rounded toes like the finest jade, elegant and beautiful.

He couldn't help but lean down and get close to my fair knee, his slightly rapid breaths brushing against my sensitive skin, bringing a gentle tickle. He opened his thin lips and bit down.

A tingling sensation traveled from his mouth to my knee, sending a shiver through my sensitive skin. My feigned composure could no longer be maintained; I wanted to curl my legs up to escape his touch.

But my legs were firmly held down by his large hands, unable to move.

He gently sucked on my knee, his rosy tongue occasionally slipping out to skillfully lick and kiss it, sucking and biting, bringing a tingling, numb, sour, and itchy sensation, making me involuntarily lean back, my delicate back pressed against the wall, breathing softly.

He kissed my knees lightly for a while, then his kisses meandered upwards, tracing the soft, delicate skin of my inner thighs, slowly licking and leaving a wet trail that brought an indescribable, tingling pleasure… His large hands gripped my calves, kneading them with each kiss, seemingly a tender massage, but actually pressing them down firmly to prevent me from escaping.

“Hoo…hoo…” I breathed softly, my watery almond-shaped eyes slightly narrowed, my red lips parted slightly, emitting alluring breaths. My snow-white, high, full breasts rose and fell, the peach blossoms at their tips blooming silently in the sensual air.

My delicate hands couldn't resist reaching out to grab his black hair, wanting to pull hard, but ultimately unable to let go. A hesitant look, as if wanting to push him away yet also wanting to pull closer.

"My wife, I love you," he mumbled, his rapid breaths spraying onto my soft thighs, sending shivers of pleasure through me. My body went limp, my slender waist softened slightly, and an indescribable tingling sensation rose in the mysterious, secret place between my legs. The winding, deep passage gradually warmed, becoming moist and slippery.

Crystal-clear nectar seeped silently from the depths of my flower, flowing through the fragrant path, sneaking out from the tight opening, staining the golden-brown pubic hair like drops of morning dew—pure yet utterly alluring, irresistibly seductive.

He stopped abruptly, tilting his head slightly to gaze at my shy little opening, adorned with morning dew. His gaze was like a blazing flame, dark and intense, carrying immense pressure.

Under his silent gaze, my face flushed crimson. I couldn't help but want to squeeze my legs together, escaping his gaze.

My long legs closed as I wished, but in doing so, they also squeezed him up.

This instinctive, shy action, in his eyes, became a deliberate seduction.

He suddenly parted my legs, leaned in, and parted the golden-brown pubic hair to reveal the shy, trembling pink pearl. His thin lips covered it…

“Ah… ha~…” I couldn't help but scream, feeling him take my pearl into his mouth, the wet, hot sensation spreading through his lips.

He took the pearl into his mouth, sucking it lightly and heavily, occasionally extending his nimble tongue to lick, tease, and tease it... A tingling pleasure I had never experienced before came from his mouth, blooming on the pearl like a delicate flower, silently blossoming... The excruciating pleasure quickly spread throughout my body, like currents of pleasure flowing over my slender waist, over the slightly trembling tip of my nipple, over my flat, smooth abdomen, and into the depths of my already wet and slippery flower cave...

"Ha...ha...it hurts so much...uh...don't leave...uh...woo...no...don't do this..." I pleaded softly, unconsciously letting out a charming moan, which made his sucking even more powerful and faster.

"Mmm... Hah... Ahh... No... It's so numb... Waaah... It hurts so much... Hah... Hah..." She moaned incessantly, her breasts arching, her body arching, her legs straight, toes pointed, her whole body trembling slightly...

He was actually using his teeth to lightly or heavily scrape my tender pink clitoris, and I couldn't help but shudder. A brilliant wave of pleasure, like fireworks bursting in the air, quickly spread throughout my body. A layer of moisture suddenly welled up deep within my vagina, forming a clear stream that meandered along my secret path, staining his handsome face.

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