My mother-in-law is really good at kung fu.

At 4 PM, after a long day of cleaning, I collapsed onto the living room sofa like a rag doll.
My wife, Yiyi, had just called to tell me she wouldn't be home for dinner; apparently, she had plans. I'd given her a long list of instructions—not to stay out too late, to come home early, not to drink alcohol, and not to eat anything spicy—but Yiyi, annoyed, just gave me a few perfunctory replies and hung up.
My mother-in-law, who'd just woken up, came out of her room, casually kicked off her slippers, jumped onto the sofa, and sprawled out comfortably. "Why are you looking like a wilted eggplant?" she
said. "Yiyi said she won't be home for dinner."
"Oh, I know. She's going to see a movie tonight. Don't worry, she'll be back after."
She then stretched out her long leg and lightly kicked me, laughing, "What are we having for dinner?"
This obviously overly intimate gesture made me tense up. After what happened at noon, I was now very sensitive to any physical contact from her.
However, judging from her expression, she seemed to have just kicked me casually, not taking it seriously at all. I cursed myself for being so easily frightened, and dejectedly hugged my pillow, saying absentmindedly, "My wife's not home, so let's just eat whatever."
My mother-in-law pouted, clearly dissatisfied with my casual attitude. Then, her eyes lit up, and she said, "How about fried rice?"
I rolled my eyes at her, annoyed: "Fried rice again?"
"It's not like we're only eating fried rice. We can make the other dishes, and then use fried rice instead of white rice. It's like using broth instead of water when cooking."
What kind of logic is that? When it comes to food, I get serious. I said, "Sometimes using broth can enhance the flavor and aroma, but can you really confuse the two? If it's a light dish, it's fine, but if the flavor of the dish is too prominent, it will definitely clash with the fried rice..."
My mother-in-law waved her hand impatiently, saying, "Alright, alright, you're such a stubborn mule when it comes to cooking. Okay then, you teach me how to make your fried rice, and I'll make it for myself, is that alright? I'll eat my own fried rice and then eat your stir-fried dishes; I don't care if the flavors clash."
Unable to persuade her otherwise, I gave up: "...Fine."
Anyway, since Yiyi wasn't coming home for dinner, I had no motivation. Let my mother-in-law do whatever she wants.
In the kitchen, I poured the rice into a plate and, wearing disposable gloves, loosened it.
Last night I had to work overtime and didn't come home for dinner. Yiyi cooked a big pot of rice, but no one ate it, so she put it in the refrigerator and went out to eat dumplings with my mother-in-law. When I lived alone, I never kept leftovers. Yiyi, however, felt it was a waste to throw away so much uneaten rice; she's such a thrifty and hardworking wife.
My mother-in-law, watching from the side, saw me adding salt and cornstarch to the rice and asked curiously, "What are you doing?"
"The rice I cooked yesterday has been sitting for almost 24 hours. I took it out to fry at noon and didn't put the leftovers back in the refrigerator. It's so hot and it's easy for it to turn sour, so adding some salt will help. As for the cornstarch, you can't skip this step when frying rice. The cornstarch absorbs the moisture from the rice, and only when it's loose and dry enough will the fried rice be fragrant..."
I'm usually a quiet person, even when teaching apprentices at work I'm very concise and to the point. But when it comes to cooking, I become quite talkative. I rambled on and on, but my mother-in-law interrupted me, saying, "Oh... I'll do it. You watch, and I'll do it step by step so I remember it better."
"Alright, then get some water and soak the dried radish for about 10 minutes."
I broke up all the clumps of rice, and she started soaking the dried radish too, asking, "Is dried radish for fried rice? This is the first time I've seen it. Aren't we usually using carrots, corn, green beans, and stuff like that?" "
That's Yangzhou fried rice. Those things are mainly for presentation; they don't really enhance the flavor. I add dried radish to give it a sweet and crunchy texture. But I have a secret recipe for my fried rice, which I came up with recently when Yiyi had a poor appetite. I chop her favorite preserved plums into small pieces and sprinkle them into the rice. You can sprinkle some in before the fried rice is done, so it won't be too greasy."
My mother-in-law listened intently, her big eyes blinking as she looked at me. We'd gotten a little too close without realizing it. Remembering that alluring scene from noon, my eyes involuntarily glanced down, and I saw her breasts, bulging and round from her tank top…
I quickly looked away, coughed, and said, “Crack two eggs, separate the whites from the yolks.”
She cracked the eggs into a bowl and asked, “Why separate the whites?”
“Eggs taken directly from the refrigerator always have a slightly fishy yolk. Separating them when frying will remove the fishy smell and enhance the flavor.”
“Huh? Fishy? I don’t think so.”
I looked up, remembering a long time ago, someone whose tongue was always so sensitive that she could detect even the slightest difference in taste.
“Shuquan?”
My mother-in-law called me. I realized I'd been daydreaming, shook my head with a wry smile, and said, “If you find it troublesome, skip this step. It doesn’t make a difference; it’s just my personal preference. Just beat the eggs.”
After beating the eggs, I asked her to chop the soaked dried radish into small pieces, about the size of rice grains. It was clear my mother-in-law cooked often; while her knife skills weren't exceptional, she chopped the dried radish into small pieces without much trouble.
Actually, fried rice, no matter how you cook it, is still just fried rice; the preparation doesn't need to be too complicated. The key to a delicious fried rice lies in controlling the heat and the amount of oil; otherwise, it will either be too oily or too dry.
Following my instructions, my mother-in-law fried the eggs until fragrant. After the yolks were fragrant, I added the prepared dried radish to the pan and had her stir-fry it along with the yolks. When she thought it was almost done, I added the rice all at once, then poured a suitable amount of peanut oil into the pan from the side, and told her to stir-fry it.
My mother-in-law struggled to stir the rice a few times with a spoon, then said to me with a troubled expression, "I'm not used to using a spoon, do you have a spatula?"
I took the spatula, turned on the heat, and grabbed the pan to demonstrate to her what stir-frying was.
Grains of rice were tossed into the air as the wok churned, then returned to the pan in a fixed parabolic trajectory. While showing off my impressive skill, I said, "Only this way can you quickly heat the rice. Fried rice must be cooked over high heat to maintain its aroma; otherwise, it will become softer and softer... Here, you try it."
I handed the ladle back to her. She hesitated for a moment, then tossed the wok around, and... rice spilled all over the floor.
"Ah!"
my mother-in-law exclaimed, looking at me with embarrassment. I suppressed a laugh and said, "It's okay, come on..."
I took her soft hand holding the wok handle with my left hand, and with my right hand, I grasped the ladle along with hers, saying, "Push in this direction, push the ladle against the center of the wok, maintain this rhythm..."
To be honest, I didn't think too much at first; I just wanted to teach her the technique of tossing the wok and how to use the ladle, hoping she would remember the feeling. When I came to my senses, I realized I was touching her hands, standing behind her as if I were hugging her.
I don't know when it happened, but her attention had shifted from the pan to the rice, which was tilted up, gazing intently at me as I earnestly explained the cooking techniques.
At first, I didn't notice anything amiss; all my attention was focused on the rice grains gradually turning golden brown, until I sniffed, trying to judge the heat, and then I smelled a different aroma.
It wasn't the smell of fried rice, but the fragrance of a woman!
I lowered my eyes, and from this perspective, I saw two towering peaks and an incredibly deep valley. Perhaps it was the heat of the kitchen, but a layer of glistening sweat glistened on her smooth chest, as if that faint, warm fragrance emanated from there.
It was only when cooking that I became so oblivious to everything else, only realizing something was amiss so late. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed she seemed to be watching me. I turned and met her gaze, then froze.
What kind of look was that? It was as if something about me had deeply attracted her; her large, watery eyes seemed to see nothing but me. Her eyes, full of spring, her brows brimming with affection, seemed to pierce my heart.
We were so close, so very close, close enough that we'd either kiss or fight. So what were we going to do? The answer was obvious.
We simultaneously released the pot and spoon, the iron pot clattering onto the gas stove, but neither of us glanced at it.
The next instant, we embraced passionately, our long-suppressed desires erupting. I impulsively pushed her against the wall, knocking over countless pots and pans in the process. I paid no heed to anything else, passionately kissing her lips.
She offered no resistance; the moment our lips touched, she clung to me tightly, her hands groping my broad back. Our passion was like dry tinder meeting a raging fire—once ignited, it was unstoppable.
No, it was more than just dry tinder meeting a raging fire. Like matter and antimatter releasing a massive amount of energy upon contact, the moment our lips met, yin and yang converged, and boundless desire was released as if annihilated, its intensity surpassing even a thermonuclear reaction!
Reason was instantly destroyed by a frenzied rage. I roughly pressed her against the wall, biting her lips, my hand slipping inside her clothes to grasp her braless breasts. But my mind was already blank; I couldn't savor the exquisitely elastic feel of her breasts.
We were breathing heavily, our breaths hitting each other's faces, our lips locked in a passionate kiss, our tongues occasionally intertwining, as if desperately seeking something from each other.
In this intoxicating, irresistible moment, I heard something explode and smelled an unbearable, pungent odor.
We stopped and found the source of the smell. It turned out we'd forgotten to turn off the stove; the fried rice in the pan was burnt to a crisp, flames leaping from the pot. Startled, I rushed over and turned off the gas.
This interruption calmed me down a bit. Looking at my mother-in-law, who was also panting heavily and flushed, my suppressed rationality finally broke free and whispered in my mind: "She's your wife's mother! You can't do this! It's not too late to stop."
Looking at the chaotic kitchen, I hesitated. Just as I was about to back down, my mother-in-law took off her vest, revealing her incredibly alluring body without reservation. Against the backdrop of the sweltering, messy kitchen, it created a visually striking and fiery scene. Her
sharply defined collarbones, proudly erect breasts, and the faint outline of her abs were all visible.
She took a step towards me, her gait light and graceful, and with each step, my heart raced faster.
She stopped in front of me, one hand gently resting on my chest, the other toying with her long, wavy hair, a slight smile playing on her lips, her eyes filled with provocation and challenge!
Provocation was one thing, but how could I tolerate the challenge? If I chickened out at this moment, I'd never be a man again!
I grabbed her legs, hoisted her onto my shoulder, and carried her back to the room like a bandit carrying a beautiful woman back to his stronghold, then roughly tossed her onto the bed.
I quickly stripped naked, and my mother-in-law's eyes lit up, her gaze fixed on my naked body with intense envy. Although I hadn't yet developed prominent chest and abdominal muscles, I had persevered for quite some time, and my physique was much more toned than before, without any of the bulkiness I used to have. I was particularly proud of my two iron-like arms, truly deserving the title of a strongman.
If physique is something that can be cultivated, then when she saw my assets, which were entirely determined by nature, her eyes shone with an unusual brilliance, revealing a mixture of surprise and infatuation.
She murmured, "So long..."
Her slender fingers gently tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, and she lightly bit her slightly thick, soft lips as if she were greedily nibbling. These small gestures exuded an indescribable allure, like the whispers of a devil.
Her short pajama pants couldn't contain her full, round buttocks, revealing a hint of flesh that made one want to crawl inside and explore. Her long, fleshy legs were crossed as she sat, and combined with her incredibly alluring figure, there was really no other word to describe her except "sexy."
I climbed onto the bed, closing in on her, my eyes growing increasingly dangerous, like a cheetah about to pounce on its prey. She giggled softly, her crossed legs rubbing together as if something on her body was itchy, meeting my gaze and urging, "Come on~!"
Her call was like a signal to ignite my lust. I pounced on her, tearing off her hot pants without a word, revealing the mysterious area I had wanted to explore countless times.
Actually, I've lost count of how many times I've seen my mother-in-law's vulva through her pants. The most memorable time was when we went for a morning run together. She was wearing very tight, form-fitting pants, pulled up high. After the run, she did a split in front of me, the thin pants soaked with sweat, completely revealing the shape of her vulva…
I couldn't wait to spread her legs, finally seeing the vulva that had appeared countless times in my dreams.
It was hairless!
Her plump vulva tightly squeezed her labia together, forming a long, thin line, shyly closed, revealing only a glimpse and not the whole picture. I hastily parted her vulva, opening the slit and revealing what lay inside.
To summarize, her vulva had many soft flesh, piled up like two mounds, with two labia forming a thin slit. Only after prying open this slit could one see the moist, tender flesh hidden inside, like a mountain stream hidden in a valley. The entrance to her vagina was also hidden very deep, like a spring in a deep valley; without exploration, one could not find the entrance, unlike other women whose entrances were clearly visible when their legs were parted.
My hand touched her slightly swollen vulva; the soft yet substantial feeling seemed to tell me that she could withstand any force.
What fertile land! I wondered if it had been neglected for so many years. Today, I, the bull, would plow it.
I breathed heavily, roughly pushing my mother-in-law down, my eyes incredibly sharp.
If it were Tongtong meeting my aggressive gaze, she would look frightened and helpless. Even Zhuang Ru, when faced with that look, would timidly tell me to be gentler. But my mother-in-law, when faced with that look, simply stared at me with her large, electrifying eyes, a provocative smile playing on her lips.
Damn it! I'll fuck you until you cry!
I suddenly grabbed her breast, biting down on her nipple and sucking hard.
She cried out softly, hugging my head and moaning seductively. My hands rubbed and kneaded her breasts, my mouth nibbled and bit her nipple. Perhaps it was the crazy energy emanating from me that aroused her desire; I could feel her eagerness.
A small hand reached for my penis, guiding the glans into a sticky, wet place. I thrust my hips forward, my entire penis plunging deep into her wet cave.
"Ah~! So deep!"
She wrapped her legs around my waist, and before I even started moving, she began, thrusting her body towards me, her cunt gripping my penis, swallowing and releasing it repeatedly.
I usually insert my penis and press the head against her cervix, pausing for a few seconds to savor the feeling of being enveloped. But before I was ready, my mother-in-law was already enjoying herself. They say women in their thirties are like wolves and in their forties like tigers, and it's certainly true.
But I wasn't going to back down, so I held her delicate body and began thrusting in rhythm with her.
With each thrust, her legs tightened around my waist, her cunt meeting my thrusts.
"Harder...I want it..."
It's hard to describe the unsatisfied look on my mother-in-law's face. Her incredibly supple body clung to me like a viper, and I was like her prey, relentlessly drained dry.
The feeling of being "in her hands" made me grit my teeth. I lifted her slender waist and unleashed a full-force attack on her cunt. Each thrust felt like a desperate effort, only when the head of my penis slammed hard against her cervix did her momentum weaken slightly.
Her moans grew increasingly lewd, her body's desire seemed to intensify, her legs clamped tighter around my waist, and she thrust her cunt towards me faster and faster, forcing me to increase my speed.
"Ah...ah...it feels so good...harder...ah..."
She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me into her embrace. I inhaled her scent and couldn't help but kiss her neck, leaving kiss marks all over her body without a care.
However, as I kissed her, my lower body's advances inevitably weakened, and she seized the opportunity to push me away, her body writhing wantonly, urging with unsatisfied desire, "Harder—fuck me harder..."
Annoyed by her urging, I lost interest in kissing her or engaging in any more intimacy. I held her down firmly with both hands, preventing her from moving, and thrust into her wanton cunt with all my might. Her vagina rapidly heated up under the rapid friction of my penis, the scalding inner walls constantly squeezing my shaft, trying to hinder my advance.
This kind of lovemaking, a contest of strength, was a first for me; it was less like sex and more like a naked physical struggle. The most primal and pure desires were released without any restrictions. This unrestrained feeling was an unprecedented exhilaration, something I had never experienced with any other woman. The
confrontational friction brought an extremely intense and stimulating pleasure, and I could easily reach the point of ejaculation. While it would certainly be exhilarating to go all the way until I ejaculated, no man in this world wants to ejaculate too early. I tilted my head back, closed my eyes, and stopped looking at her seductive expression, stopped listening to her alluring moans, focusing instead on my penis.
My greatest pleasure point was below the glans; every time I pulled out, her tight, sucking cunt drove me to ecstasy. So now, while I still thrust in with pleasure, I was more careful when pulling out, slowing down slightly and relaxing my body to avoid her relentless, squeezing assault.
Unfortunately, my mother-in-law didn't give me a chance to be clever. She suddenly struggled and pounced on me, pinning me down before I could react. She placed her hands on my stomach, her plump buttocks rising and falling, her cunt gripping my penis and stroking it up and down.
This was fine; I'd been working hard for a while and was tired, so I could take a break while she was on top and recover some energy.
Yiyi had once told me that the woman-on-top position involved many techniques and was quite difficult, a fact I deeply understood. Putting everything else aside, take Zhuang Ru for example. When she's on top, she often just wriggles her hips randomly, but we barely move at all. It's just my penis churning around inside her, creating no friction whatsoever. I don't know if Zhuang Ru enjoys it, but I certainly don't get any pleasure. If she does, I'm happy with it, since no pleasure just drags on, so I never point it out.
But my mother-in-law is different. While she wriggles her hips, her tight vagina rubs against my penis, and every time she lifts her hips, her vagina accurately retracts to the glans. Even so, while her vagina rapidly swallows and releases my penis, it never slips out. Her precision and skill are astonishing, surpassing even Yi Yi's proficiency.
I wondered how Yi Yi could be so experienced in bed; could it be some kind of family-inherited bedroom technique?
A few minutes later, the situation worsened. If I let my mother-in-law continue like this, I was going to ejaculate from her grip!
我粗鲁的把她推开，鸡巴从她滚烫的肉穴中抽出，接触到外面的空气，总算稍稍缓了一口气，冷却一下过热的枪膛。
按照我以往的习惯，这时候我会跟对方亲下嘴啊，舔下屄啊之类的，假借亲热来让老二喘口气，不过这种行为根本瞒不过丈母娘这种床上老手。这时候耍这种花招就等于在拳击场被对手揍得鼻青脸肿的时候强行叫暂停一样，跟认怂有什么分别？
所以我也不搞那些虚头巴脑的亲热，直接把丈母娘摆弄好，让她在床上趴好，我扶着她的大屁股，鸡巴在她的丰臀上蹭了一会，然后插进那湿得不成样子的骚洞中。
后入是我最喜欢的姿势，特别是肏这种大屁股的女人，从后面干要多爽有多爽。
我经常看到丈母娘用各种各样的方式练臀，这久经锻炼的屁股真的是又大又圆又翘，肏起来别提有多带劲！ And the sound of her buttocks slapping was incredibly crisp and loud, truly delightful.
Hearing that crisp "slap, slap," I slapped her buttocks. The "slap" of my hand hitting her buttocks mingled with the "slap, slap" of our bodies colliding, and on a whim, I started playing a percussion symphony on her plump, upturned buttocks.
My mother-in-law became even more excited, shamelessly crying out, "Ah...ah...so powerful...so good!...ah ah...good husband, fuck me to death..."
My mother-in-law's lewd cries and the incredibly crisp "slap, slap" of our bodies colliding created another beautiful symphony, stimulating my animalistic desires.
I slapped her buttocks hard, this slap really hard, and a red mark instantly appeared on her smooth, upturned buttocks. Then I grabbed her buttocks and savagely thrust my penis inside, fucking her with unbridled gusto.
"Ha...ha...so good...so hard...ah...ah...good husband...I can't take it anymore..."
My mother-in-law's lewd ramblings made my blood boil. I grabbed her buttocks and fucked her hard, but the movements were so big that my penis accidentally slipped out of her wet vagina.
I steadied myself and was about to put my penis back in when my mother-in-law suddenly turned around and, with some unknown strength, pounced on me again, quickly sitting down on my penis.
Her whole body began to rise and fall, her proud breasts swinging exaggeratedly like huge waves. Every time her body rose, her cunt had a strange suction that gripped my penis and pulled it upwards; every time it fell, the layers of soft flesh inside her vagina pushed against my glans, making me feel so good that I almost lost my soul.
My mother-in-law, like a cowgirl, completely let loose, moaning and groaning, "Ah...ah...I'm going to die...I can't take it...I'm being penetrated...ahh...I'm going to die...I'm going to climax!"
Her wanton appearance made my head spin. I gripped her constantly twisting waist with both hands, seizing the moment when her body fell, I forcefully thrust my penis upwards. An intense pleasure overwhelmed me in an instant, a tingling sensation like an electric current swept through my entire body. My body stiffened, all my muscles tensed.
"Oh no! I'm going to cum!"
The moment I finished speaking, as my mother-in-law's body slumped down, and my glans pierced through her tender flesh to reach her cervix, scalding semen gushed out like a geyser, fiercely drenching her vulva.
Before she could react, the thick semen was completely inside her. My mother-in-law trembled, her vagina contracted, her eyes rolled back, and she reached orgasm.
I could sense she wanted to pull away, but the instant the first spurt of semen entered her, she too reached orgasm. The intense pleasure wouldn't allow her to separate our joined bodies; her cunt gripped my penis tightly, sucking out my semen. A wonderful suction made my ejaculation incredibly pleasurable, and that suction only disappeared completely after all the semen was inside her.
She lay on my chest, panting heavily; I'd never seen her so tired even after running 5 kilometers. After a while, she weakly slapped me lightly and cursed, "You bastard! Why didn't you say you were going to cum sooner? You came inside."
I felt so wronged; it seemed she had actively squeezed out my semen, and then blamed me afterwards.
But she seemed genuinely angry. In my experience, coaxing was more effective than apologizing at times like this, but she was my mother-in-law, and I really didn't know how to appease her.
Ejaculation should have obvious warning signs beforehand, but it was just so pleasurable that I ejaculated as soon as I felt it. But telling the truth would sound like making excuses.
I hesitated for a moment, unsure how to appease her. Praising her probably wouldn't be wrong, so I said, "Sorry, I got too into it. I've never been this wild before. You've completely captivated me."
"Hmph, don't give me that!"
She angrily buried her head in my chest, but I still caught a glimpse of a smile on her lips.
"Fine, I'll forgive you for making me feel so good. Next time, make sure to use a condom!"
Hmm? Next time? Hehe…
My still-erect penis twitched inside her warm vagina. Noticing the movement, my mother-in-law gave me a half-smile, then slightly raised her buttocks. I felt something gripping my penis tightly, like a rubber band tightly constricting it.
This is… how come her vaginal sphincter is so strong? Wait, does a vagina have a sphincter?
Her vaginal opening pinched, or rather, gripped my penis tightly. As her buttocks gradually lifted, all the semen remaining in her vas deferens was squeezed out.
When her cunt and penis were completely separated, the opening closed tightly, not a single drop of semen leaked out, unlike Zhuang Ru's cunt which would leak everywhere.
My mother-in-law rolled off me, lay down beside me, and even put a pillow behind her buttocks to elevate her lower body.
"You ejaculated so much, it almost couldn't hold it all. How long has it been since you last ejaculated? Doesn't Yaya help you?"
Now she seemed concerned about her daughter and son-in-law's sex life. I thought about it; the last time we had sex was four days ago. I don't know where Zhuang Ru has been these past few days, supposedly on a business trip. No one's taking care of my 'seeds and grandchildren,' so I've had to save them up myself.
"It's been four or five days, I guess. Usually, when I'm really pent up, I take care of it myself."
Of course, that was a lie. Before I even felt that pent up, Zhuang Ru had already taken care of all my sexual desires; I never even had to take care of it myself.
"So much in just four days?" She touched her lower abdomen, surprised. "I thought you hadn't ejaculated since Yaya got pregnant, otherwise how could it be so much... There's something wrong with you. Most men don't ejaculate this much even after several months of saving. You should go to the hospital to get it checked out."
I asked, puzzled, "Ejaculating a lot is a problem?"
"A normal man needs more than 8 milliliters at a time, and you've already exceeded 10 milliliters, probably almost half a cup. Semen will dilute the sperm, greatly reducing the chances of a woman getting pregnant... But Yaya is pregnant too, so it doesn't matter. However, if you want a second child, it's best to go to the hospital for a checkup."
She said it casually, but I immediately thought of Duoduo, and my feelings became complicated.
Come to think of it, how does this woman know so much nonsense? I glanced at her and saw her with her eyes closed, looking relaxed and satisfied. I glanced at the pillow under her buttocks and said, "Why are you putting it so high? I heard that only people who want children do this. Do you want to have another one?"
My mother-in-law lifted her buttocks, pulled out the pillow, and slapped the side that had been under her buttocks onto my face, laughing and scolding, "Pah! Shameless! Who wants to have your child? I was just afraid it would leak and stain the sheets! Who told you to ejaculate so much!"
She rolled over and lay beside me, her slender hands playing with my limp penis, not even letting go of the few drops of semen remaining on the glans, licking them clean carefully.
"What a treasure, too bad it's Yaya's stuff."
I looked at her calm expression and the faint smile on her lips, unable to guess what she meant by mentioning Yiyi.
I didn't want to guess, anyway, what happened today wasn't just something I did to wrong Yiyi. I cautiously replied, "It is hers, but it's not impossible for me to lend it to you occasionally."
She gave me a half-smile, bluntly stating my meaning: "You want to maintain this kind of relationship with me?"
I smiled awkwardly, and she leaned in to gently kiss my cheek, her melodious voice softly reaching my ear.
"Well... from now on, it'll depend on your performance!"
[The End]

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