[Urban] A Nobody's Romantic Encounter (Complete) - Episodes 25-27 (End)

Chapter 72

In the dim light of dawn, I held a black notebook in my hand. On the title page were a few lines of poetry: "Every woman worships fascists / With boots on their faces / Savage, savage hearts, growing on beasts, like you—"

These are lines from the American poet Sylvia Plath. I know the author of this poem because she is one of the most admired poets by Fang Dan, a member of a wildly eccentric band. He often reads her autobiographical novel *The Bell Jar* and her poetry collections. He says he loves her breakdowns, her precision, her confusion, her madness, her psychedelic nature. Indeed, it's

quite a breakdown. I heard that Sylvia Plath ultimately committed suicide with an oven. I really can't imagine how one could commit suicide with an oven.

I never imagined I would read her poetry in Gong Feihua's bedroom. Could this seemingly rough-around-the-edges woman have such an inner world?

I never understood Gong Feihua, just as she never understood me. I grabbed the notebook from under the sofa as soon as I woke up this morning. I just let my hand drop and bumped into something; it was this notebook. The cover had a few words, not in English, but in Chinese, in a woman's handwriting.

I opened the notebook and, still half-asleep, scanned it: "...I've never wanted that kind of carefree security. I must have an adventurous gene. I love the smell of danger approaching; it brings me closer to the powerful figures of my dreams. Martin has been here many times. I know his intentions, but I've never given in. I know men crave what they can't have." "

I walked alone on the streets late at night after the rain. It was a street in the slums. A few worn-out trash cans, white plastic bags fluttering in the cold wind, the potholed road filled with muddy water. Martin's footsteps echoed behind me, undisguised, the slow, steady tapping of his boots..."

"...I mustered my last bit of strength to try and push him away, but it was too late. He shoved me onto the cold street, my body submerged in water. My white mink coat was spread open, stained a muddy yellow by the water. A chaotic ripping and grappling sound erupted. My breasts were exposed to the cold wind. I stared wide-eyed as he pounced on me. His golden hair swung behind him, his azure eyes burning with passion and determination. He wore black leather gloves and pinned me down, his boots pressing down on my thighs. With one hand, he ripped off my small panties. The lace panties and thin black stockings were rolled up to my knees. My kicks were powerless against his tall frame. One of my red high heels had slipped off, the black stockings torn, revealing a few blood-red toes..."

"...I writhed and struggled on the cold ground, in the murky puddles, but nothing could withstand his force... He had the features of a pure German, blond hair, blue eyes, a face as white as a vampire's, a vertical jawline as if carved by a knife, and extremely thin, red lips..." "

...His terrifyingly large organ violently thrust in, hot and burning like a red-hot iron. I could barely contain its size; my unprepared vagina was dry. Several thrusts, a burning pain, made me scream. My cries were futile in the quiet street. My panicked eyes saw the bluish light emanating from the tall lampposts, and the scent of early spring in Leipzig, Germany, filled the air. Soon, the pain transformed into a blissful, overwhelming pleasure, and streams of fluid flowed from deep within my womb..."

"...He showed no mercy, charging relentlessly, reminding me of the invincible Nazi tank formations during the Blitzkrieg. His heavy slaps to my face shattered my pretense, his roars proclaiming his savagery. His coldness, his bestiality, continuously stimulated me. The powerful Nazi-style boots, the black leather overcoat, the black leather gloves, the Nazi military trousers tucked into the boot tops—these things that had appeared in my dreams were now vividly displayed before my eyes, impacting the dormant desires within me and stimulating my body to continuously push towards a climax of excitement..."

"...Amidst the throbbing pain and pleasure, amidst savagery and resistance, I slid into ecstasy. He kept going, without stopping for a moment. I thought he could keep going forever. I thought I was going to die. Orgasms came and went, my body was tortured again and again. The pleasure of torture even threatened to strangle the orgasms. My mind was occupied by a savage heart. All my excitement was focused on a pair of long leather boots that were constantly trampling on me in my fantasy. A woman curled up on the floor, a dim, swaying light bulb above her head, and shadowy shadows swept across every inch of the cabin. The flowing bloodstains reflected bright red and dark black colors..."

I was somewhat confused. I didn't know if what I was holding was a diary or a novel. It was a diary, but there was no date, and it was impossible to tell when it was written. It was a novel, but it was still very real. Someone who hadn't experienced it could hardly write it. Perhaps this was a semi-autobiographical novel written by Gong Feihua, because Gong Feihua's deceased ex-husband was a neo-Nazi who admired fascism.

The notebook contained a story about a German neo-Nazi who fell in love with a Chinese woman. After a series of twists and turns, the impossible actually happened: they married after a rape. Tragedy was inevitable. In a reckoning, the German was shot dead by another neo-Nazi, his handsome face mangled by a bullet to the head. The Chinese woman, however, survived and fled back to China with the large sum of money left by the German man. They lived happily ever after, and everything seemed perfect.

By the end of the story, I almost laughed. For a woman like Gong Feihua, the German who fell in love with her was a classic example of a sucker. A neo-Nazi driven by racial hatred, daring to marry an Asian woman—who else would die but him? The one who benefited the most was undoubtedly Gong Feihua. She satisfied her masochistic and barbaric desires, got the money, and escaped unscathed. What an opportunistic woman, unfathomable indeed!

From the notebook, I can glean some insight: this is a woman who admires strength and likes strong men, yet she also enjoys both torturing the weak and being tormented by powerful men. She repeatedly bullies those weaker than her, deriving pleasure from it. But once she encounters someone stronger, more tyrannical, and more savage, she almost immediately succumbs, bowing down at their feet, displaying utter subservience, finding pleasure in her own groans and cries. The more she is humiliated, the happier she becomes.

This is a woman who believes in survival of the fittest, in the law of the jungle where the strong prey on the weak. Under this law, she could be the wife of a Nazi, the wife of a bandit chieftain, the petite wife of an African man whose penis could reach his shoulder, or the heroine in Lust, Caution who falls in love with a traitor. She is "The County Magistrate's Wife," and the resounding line, "Whoever is the county magistrate, I am their county magistrate's wife," is truly fitting for her.

No need to argue, the "county magistrate's wife" type like Gong Feihua won't die. Even if everyone else dies, it won't be her turn. If the county magistrate's wife played by Carina Lau in the movie really died, Jiang Wen would be a complete idiot, plus a stroke, and wouldn't be able to direct anymore!

Actually, I don't know how I should deal with Gong Feihua in the next few days. I think even if the evidence in her body disappears, there's no guarantee she won't retaliate later. Although I'm currently alone and have nothing to fear, adding more trouble and unnecessary complications is still annoying. The best course of action is to deal with her properly now, completely settle things, and eliminate any future threats.

This narcissistic novel with its appalling plot has given me hope. I really don't need to be too polite to Gong Feihua. Is she going to play the brute? My brain might not be the best, but my body is top-notch!

I shoved the notebook back into its place, got up, rolled up the blanket, and went to the bedside. That woman was sleeping soundly, her arms twisting, drool dripping from her mouth. I jumped onto the bed, startling her awake, and yelled, "Get up! Go do what you're supposed to do, I'm hungry!"

Gong Feihua turned around, saw it was me, and a slight smile appeared on her lips. That smile made me a little dizzy. Was she trying to be friendly? Looking closer, the smile was really sly.

I untied the stockings from her hands, then lifted the corner of the blanket and took off her stockings as well. I yelled at her, "Get up now and get me something to eat. I'm warning you, don't try to be gentle with me. I'm not buying it. You have to do whatever I tell you these next few days. If you don't listen to me, I'll kill you!"

To emphasize the last sentence, I glared at her fiercely, thinking she would be scared. But what she did next completely surprised me.

She quickly slipped out of bed like a lithe fish, her smooth, silky body and heavy breasts exposed naked before me.

Ignoring my predatory gaze, she rummaged through the stockings on the bed, picking out two black stockings that looked better quality and putting them on. She rolled around as she put them on, covering her fair, white legs with the thin black stockings. The way she pulled them up and down made my nose bleed. No matter when, a woman's action of putting on stockings is always so alluring.

She put on one side, then the other, her densely haired pubic area peeking out from under the stockings as she worked. Each glossy hair shimmered in the dim light, and her labia minora, partially hidden, stood erect among the curled hairs, a few strips of labial flesh protruding from the thick pubic hair. The labia were slightly dark, their shape sensual, with what appeared to be glistening moisture in the center. Damn, could it be that she's aroused by my muscular physique? [Singles' Day Hot Items Forum, Guaranteed Reputation! Healthy, Affordable, Tasteful, and Private Adult Products and Lingerie Mall - Click to Enter]

Gong Feihua, having finished putting on her stockings, knelt on the bed facing me and said, "You like women who wear stockings, don't you?"

I was stunned. Damn, she even knew that?

She continued, "There's rope in the drawer. Why did you use stockings to tie me up? Are you afraid of hurting me? Or do you like stockings?"

I looked at the half-open drawer, where several neatly woven red ropes were arranged. Judging from the color and material, they seemed to be SM-specific. Damn, Gong Feihua and Shangguan Yunqing must have played a lot of SM games. I really don't know much about this. I just grabbed whatever I wanted without thinking, and it was all taken as a good intention?

"No!"

I snorted in response, then warned, "Get some clothes on. Don't seduce me. Don't you know how dangerous you are right now?"

She remained silent, and time passed quietly in the room.

On the large bed, I was shirtless, while she was completely naked except for a pair of stockings. A tuft of dark pubic hair hung down her lower body. My breathing became rapid, and there seemed to be an indescribable lewd atmosphere in the air.

She looked at me, her mostly white eyes darting around, her gaze sweeping over my muscular chest, down to my firm abdomen, and finally settling on my genitals wrapped in a towel. Suddenly, she said, "Don't think I'm afraid of you just because you yell at me! Did you achieve your goal?"

I was taken aback again and asked, "What goal?"

"Last night, did you want me to apologize to you? Or was raping me your goal?

" "My goal was for you to apologize to me,"

I said loudly.

"Dream on! Why should I apologize to you? Just because you raped me?"

She said this with a sneer.

My blood rushed to my head.

"Unless you let me rape you too, then I might consider apologizing!"

Gong Feihua didn't care about my sudden change in expression.

I quickly raised my hand and slapped Gong Feihua's face to the side.

Gong Feihua let out a soft "Ah," then quickly turned her face back, a flicker of excitement dancing in her eyes. She continued to stare at me without fear, while her hand reached out to untie the blanket covering me, saying, "Don't you think it's incredibly impolite to cover your genitals with a towel in front of a naked woman in bed?"

What did she mean? Was she being a masochist?

The blanket fell off, and my penis, as thick as a soda can, was already half-erect. A surge of heat coursed through me, and my testicles, hanging low with a slight curve, were poised to rise, directly facing Gong Feihua's dark genitals.

Gong Feihua took a small step closer to me, a smile playing on her lips. Her hand grasped my thick, dark penis, squeezing and weighing it before saying, "I raped you, so I apologize! You don't owe me anything anymore!"

Her seductive eyes darted around, a faint smile playing on her lips, directly teasing me. She incessantly stroked my long, round penis, her mouth emitting soft, wanton moans, saying, "Oh...oh...so big, so dark, so long! With something like this, you could conquer any woman!"

She moved even closer, her pubic hair almost touching the glans. A distinctive vaginal scent wafted out, filling my nostrils. My heart skipped a beat, a pounding, throbbing sensation coursing through my body like an electric shock, a surge of desire rising rapidly within me. I'm a fucking bastard! This woman actually tried to rape me! This woman who tried to rape me, I'll kill her! Damn it, kill her, kill her!

I roared and pounced on the naked Gong Feihua like a hungry tiger, raising her two black-stockinged thighs high and inserting my penis into her already overflowing vagina. The hot flow enveloped my thick, hard penis. It felt so good, so good. The thrusting was rapid, urgent, and fierce. The splashing sounds and the creaking of the bed complemented each other. Gong Feihua's moans were wanton, utter, and excited. Sometimes she would close her eyes tightly, clenching her fists to resist my fierce attack, and sometimes she would open her eyes wide and look at me, who was pressing down on her like a bull, a sly and triumphant glint in her eyes.

Without a doubt, I'd fallen for Gong Feihua's scheme again. This woman, who craved savage men, loved my anger, loved my violent penetration after I was consumed by rage. That kind of frenzy and forceful penetration was more thorough, more barbaric, and more satisfying to Gong Feihua's heart. This wanton and despicable woman, perhaps only a strong man could conquer her, only by fucking her until she couldn't get up could she submit.

From her perspective, the more obsessed I was with her body, the safer she felt. Whether it was her own will or not, she had to appease me. Her current way of appeasing me was to provoke me into entering her body, satisfying a man's pride and domineering sense of conquering a woman. She really understood men.

I treated her without any mercy, slapping her hard across the face until she screamed. My lower body continued to thrust powerfully into her, without stopping. I flipped her over, forcing her to crawl like a dog, and entered her from behind, slapping her plump, fleshy buttocks as I pounded into her. I straddled her high, protruding buttocks, stretched it forward, pressed her head down, and shoved my big toe into her mouth, making her suck. I stomped on her face, rubbing her mouth and nose, stomping on her until her face was buried in the mattress, again and again, making her scream. "Damn it, you tried to rape me! I'll fuck you to death!" I lifted her off

the bed, pulled back the curtains, and pressed her against the floor-to-ceiling window. I stretched her arms out straight, raised one of her black-stockinged thighs, and fucked her from behind.

Outside the window, it was already bright daylight. A bustling crowd moved about downstairs, and the occasional piercing horn of passing cars filled the air. Inside, I was thrusting into her violently, while Gong Feihua's moans continued. We looked at the crowd outside, indifferent, our minds only focused on our intertwined, fluid-drenched genitals and the boundless pleasure rising from them—a feeling of ecstasy and ecstasy. Human instincts had taken over us at that moment; only madness, and more madness, and even greater madness remained.

I made Gong Feihua bend forward, her two black-stockinged legs spread apart in an A-shape. I moved the two single sofas on either side, stood on them, and thrust into her anus from above in a horse stance. The tight flesh hole urged me to thrust with all my might. The violent piston-like movements made Gong Feihua's moans even more astonishing. I bent down and pressed against her smooth back, turned her head back with my hand, and covered her mouth with my hand. The sound coming from there turned into a low whimper, which seemed to be in pain and yet extremely pleasurable. Her two huge, hanging breasts swayed like two sandbags with each thrust, making a slapping sound like clapping.

Across the street was the office area of a high-end office building, with people coming and going, some peering out the windows. I wondered if they saw Gong Feihua and me engaging in the most sordid act between men and women right across from them. I imagined them seeing us, imagining their expressions—whether astonished, envious, jealous, or disgusted—any of which would have aroused me to the extreme.

Being watched over one's most private acts is indeed very exciting; the shameful exposure and being watched is itself a form of trampling, crossing ethical boundaries. It's only because of this that humans perversely believe they can enjoy more pleasure. Humans are such hypocritical creatures.

The continued vigorous thrusting made me feel the premonition of ejaculation. I jumped off the sofa, and Gong Feihua, understanding the situation, turned and squatted in front of me. I deliberately exposed my penis completely to the glass window, glancing at the office building across the street, while presenting it to Gong Feihua, letting her use her hands and mouth to play with it to her heart's content.

She cradled his two heavy testicles, her small mouth forcefully sucking on the glans, while several fingers on one side continuously circled and stroked his long penis, making it feel incredibly good. After each stimulation, she would release the glans, tilt her head back, open her mouth, and stick out her long tongue, waiting for me to ejaculate. If I hadn't ejaculated yet, she would continue sucking, stroking, and playing with my testicles, sucking my penis with slurping sounds, even swallowing my scrotum and grinding it softly in her mouth.

I loved her skillful oral sex technique, loved her messy hair beneath her huge penis, and loved her wild, shameless expression.

I held her head down and thrust my penis in and out of her mouth hard. Long streams of saliva dripped from her mouth and flew onto the carpet. I ejaculated, panting heavily, inside her mouth. As I ejaculated, I pulled my penis out, the glans peeking out of her rosy lips. A thick stream of semen sprayed onto her eye, then another stream shot into her nostrils, hanging on the tip of her nose. And then another stream accurately gushed into her mouth, the white semen pooling on her bright red tongue. She closed her mouth and swallowed the semen, then scraped the semen off her face and swallowed it as well. Then she slowly savored the remaining semen on my penis, eating it all up, mouthful by mouthful.

My saliva-covered penis gleamed, and Gong Feihua slowly stroked it, looking up at me lewdly. A few drops of white semen dripped slowly from her sweat-dampened hair, and her back and shoulders were covered in fine beads of sweat.

Chapter 73 I was shocked

. If it weren't for this unexpected assault, Gong Feihua and I might never have gotten along. She looked down on someone like me, while I remained indifferent to her. From our initial rivalry to our subsequent sexual desires that drove us closer, we couldn't clarify our relationship. We could only find a reason to continue our relationship through constant intercourse. Otherwise, all that would remain was awkwardness. Neither of us wanted this relationship to end, because what could we talk about if it did? Whether we smiled at each other or engaged in another verbal battle, awkwardness was inevitable. And this awkwardness would breed even greater awkwardness, because it contained a denial of all our previous actions, something our pride wouldn't allow.

We fucked each other again and again, like two energetic wild beasts. We didn't know what else to do but fuck each other.

We played around with different styles, exploring each other's bodies, enjoying ourselves immensely.

She knew what I liked. She wrapped my penis in her thin stockings, held the base of my penis, and took the penis, wrapped in a ball of flesh, into her mouth, sucking it gently. Her tongue circled the glans. Through the soft stockings, my penis throbbed and pulsated in her mouth. She filled her small mouth, and the silky texture swept over the length of my penis, converging at the glans. A thin layer of silk gently wrapped every nerve ending. The smooth sensation escaped into the pleasure of oral sex, rapidly transmitting to the spinal nerves and rushing to the brain. A feeling of rising like I was on drugs came over me. I felt light as a feather, as if I were floating on clouds, ethereal and blissful.

She pulled her stockings down a bit, covering her testicles, and took them into her mouth, making smacking noises as she swallowed and sucked. Her tongue moved deftly, while her hand simultaneously stroked her long penis. What a clever and erotic display! Her pretty face appeared and disappeared between the rise and fall of my genitals.

My testicles were being ground in her mouth, and my long, silk-covered penis was being manipulated. I couldn't imagine anything more stimulating than this kind of oral sex with stockings.

I loved this kind of sex with stockings, loved having my genitals wrapped in stockings. Even without a woman, just stockings and a little longing allowed me to get infinitely close to a woman's soft body. In the pleasurable silky sensation, I could savor the infinite tenderness of women, their sensuality fully contained within, transmitted through the silk, whispered within the silk, entering the mouth, entering the honeyed depths, the hard and the soft so harmoniously. I couldn't help but sigh: Women are like silk, women are silk.

That day, we fucked from morning until dusk. Even though I was so exhausted that my hands and feet were trembling, my penis, encased in dark skin stockings, was still thrusting in and out of Gong Feihua's vagina. The stockings wrapped around my penis were already soaked with Gong Feihua's overflowing vaginal fluid, making them even darker in color. They clung to my penis, softly enveloping it. It was this barely-there stocking that made Gong Feihua's wet and sweet vagina taste incredibly delicious. Every thrust brought out a flood of silky pleasure, driving my penis to become harder and harder and harder. Gong Feihua's vagina also got hotter and hotter, and the fluid kept flowing. Her lower body was in a state of utter devastation, a very serious situation.

I ejaculated, my penis, still encased in stockings, ejaculated deep into Gong Feihua's convulsing vagina. The semen overflowed the stockings, surging into her soft, fleshy, and oozing vagina. The semen was pumped out in spurts, and Gong Feihua, her hands braced on the sofa, gasped and moaned,

responding to my thrusts with a series of "Ah... Ah..." sounds. The folds of her vaginal flesh, curling and gripping me tightly, exerted incredible force, proving that she and I had reached the ultimate climax together.

I gasped for breath, forcefully releasing the last spurt of semen. My legs began to tremble, a deep emptiness spreading through my brain—a reaction to excessive indulgence. Gong Feihua's legs were also trembling. We'd been in this rear-entry position for a while now. Then she couldn't hold on any longer, and neither could I. Our genitals were still intertwined, yet we both slumped onto the edge of the sofa, half of my penis pulled out of her vagina. Gong Feihua cried out in surprise, thinking she'd hurt me. She quickly sat up, pulling her vagina out, but inadvertently left her stockings inside. Unable to contain the flow of white semen, it gushed out, soaking the dark flesh-colored stockings and dripping onto the carpet.

Gong Feihua scrambled to her feet, anxiously checking my penis, saying hastily, "It's my fault, did I hurt you? Let me see, does it hurt?"

"It's okay, it's not that easy to break!"

Despite the slight pain, I said it was nothing.

Gong Feihua manipulated my penis, examining it from all angles. Seeing nothing amiss, she sucked away the semen with her mouth and gently stroked it with her hand.

"Still doing it? You want to do it again?"

I was a little dizzy.

"No, I was just afraid of hurting you, just massaging it!"

Gong Feihua glanced at me.

"It's okay, really okay!" My

penis, which had almost reached another erection, felt a deep fatigue. I knew I couldn't do it anymore; doing it again would kill me.

"It's good that you're okay—you really are going to kill me! If you really want to do it again, I might as well jump off a building and die."

Gong Feihua released my penis, her eyes smiling.

I was too weak to answer her anymore, my body leaning heavily against the sofa, continuing to pant.

Gong Feihua was also tired and leaned against me. She wiped the sweat from her chest, her eyes fixed on her lower body. A flesh-colored stocking, stained with semen, peeked out from her vagina, looking incredibly lewd. She pulled the stocking out impatiently, her vagina twitching and releasing an even larger gush of semen, which splattered onto the floor.

"Here you go! This is all your doing!"

Gong Feihua threw the stocking at me.

Ugh! I quickly threw the semen-stained stocking back, hitting Gong Feihua in the face.

"Disgusting!"

she exclaimed, then tossed the stocking onto the floor a short distance away. The half-rolled-up, half-unrolled stocking, under the light, emitted an indescribable, lewd glow.

That single stocking, soaked with our bodily fluids from our pleasure—semen and vaginal fluid—was inextricably mixed together, just like our relationship. No matter how much we refused, how shameful it seemed, we were already connected. Even if it was just a simple friends-with-benefits relationship, a relationship of give and take, it was this simple and direct connection that gave us pleasure and enjoyment. What could be more important than that? Aside from sex, everything else should be kept simple. Isn't this the kind of relationship many men desire?

After many, many sexual encounters, when we were both too exhausted to continue, we would both fall silent. I never knew that a person could convey emotions more effectively when they were quiet. I used to only know that love required conversation; without conversation, there was no romance, and without romance, there was no love. Before things progressed, the feelings between men and women were mostly conveyed through words—mutual flattery, fawning, and sweet talk. When both people became like idiots, things would naturally fall into place, and they could legally or illegally have sex together.

My relationship with Gong Feihua was far from romantic; at most, it was a frivolous affair based on physical desires, even if that frivolous affair was quite tender.

Gong Feihua quietly went about her business. She cooked, did laundry, and cleaned. She even went downstairs to get my clothes from the car, washed them, and dried them. She could bake cakes and make salads. When she went to the supermarket, she didn't ask for my phone or try to escape while she was out. In short, her quietness made me feel uneasy, and I couldn't figure out what was wrong with her. She didn't speak, and I had nothing to say either. This calm at least avoided awkwardness between us, maintaining a state where whoever spoke would be wrong, and anything said would break the silence.

When she had nothing to do, she would spend a long time watching TV in the living room, mostly movies, especially Stephen Chow's nonsensical films. I would occasionally hear her laugh. Meanwhile, I would stay in her study listening to music. She had a set of old stereo equipment that was almost a perfect match, a gem in my eyes. I loved the sound it produced—clear, warm, with a clear image and full vocals. Even an ordinary song could reveal a charm and detail I had never heard before, making it irresistible.

When she wants me to fuck her, she comes to my side, doesn't say a word, just stares at me, stares at me. Usually, I ignore her and don't say anything until a song is over. Sometimes a song is too long, and she gets annoyed and turns the volume up to the maximum, almost shaking me. Then she turns the volume back down and continues to stare at me, her eyes seductive.

What else is there to say? I just pull out my gun and fuck her. If it's a fast-paced dance song, I slap her hard while fucking her hard, making her scream. If it's a melodious ballad, I slowly thrust in and out, gently fucking her already bubbling vagina. If it's a lively electronic rap song, I play with her however I want, using her hair to wrap my penis and thrusting it into her mouth, or poking the head of my penis against her nostrils and ejaculating into her ears, messing with her body all over.

This has been going on for three days, and it's been three days since I last ejaculated inside her vagina. I knew it was time to leave. Several times she wanted me to ejaculate inside her, but I insisted on not doing so. She was somewhat disappointed; it was obvious she was reluctant to part with me, her sex partner. Seeing her toy determined to leave, some disappointment was inevitable, truly unexpected.

That morning, Gong Feihua, wearing flesh-colored stockings, and I had a passionate encounter on the living room sofa.

When we got tired, she lay down on the sofa and used her smooth, flesh-colored stockings to give me a footjob. Sometimes her toes would pinch my penis and move it up and down, sometimes her soles would rub back and forth, sometimes one foot would lift and play with my scrotum, while the other would press and massage my glans. Her delicate, jade-like stockings played with my penis to its heart's content, my penis experiencing ecstasy and pleasure in the gentle embrace of her stockings.

Unable to withstand such gentle care any longer, my penis finally ejaculated, foaming at the mouth, between her tightly clenched feet, releasing spurts of semen. The first few streams flew straight up, hanging onto the lace tops of her flesh-colored stockings; a couple of streams dripped down her fair inner thighs; and most of the semen landed on the smooth, jade-like insteps.

I ejaculated again and again, producing a lot of semen. I held Gong Feihua's jade feet tightly, gently pushing upwards, the foreskin gathering the previously ejaculated semen onto my glans. I lifted one of her silk-stockinged feet, smearing all the semen from my glans onto the sole of my foot. The smooth texture of the stockings stimulated me again. The last powerful spurt of semen landed on the arch of her foot, leaving a white trail as it dripped down her rounded heel.

As Gong Feihua got up to give me oral sex and lick my semen, there was a knock at the door. Gong Feihua and I looked at each other in surprise.

The knocking continued, and Gong Feihua gestured for me to be quiet.

The knocking went on for a while, then stopped.

Just when Gong Feihua and I thought the person had left, we heard the clatter of keys opening the door.

"Yunqing?"

Gong Feihua exclaimed, "She has a key."

"Quick!"

Gong Feihua and I didn't have time to escape the living room. We hugged each other and rolled behind the sofa. Luckily, our clothes were in the bedroom, so we didn't have to tidy up.

I held Gong Feihua down and peeked out through a small gap between the sofa and the bench.

Two people came in. One was Shangguan Yunqing, and the other was a man I didn't recognize.

I hadn't seen Shangguan Yunqing for a while, and seeing her made me realize how much I missed her.

Today she wore a meticulously crafted black and white shimmering plaid business suit. The cut and fit were just right, with sophisticated cuffs and a deep V-neck revealing a rhinestone-studded top underneath. Thin black stockings beneath the knee-length skirt gave her long, slender legs an air of mystery and allure, exuding a seductive charm. She completed the look with a pair of silver rhinestone-studded high heels with black heels, perfectly complementing the suit. The outfit was exquisite and tasteful, showcasing both sophistication and the dignified presence of a high-level executive.

The man was also dressed in a well-tailored black suit, the fabric of which was of very high quality. His neatly trimmed short hair added to his air of dignified elegance. The two standing together gave the impression of a perfect match. Although their attire was very professional, their expressions couldn't conceal their intimate gestures. Especially when Shangguan Yunqing looked at the man, a hint of shyness flickered in her eyes. Combined with her status as a senior manager, a unique femininity naturally emanated from her, exuding charm and allure.

The man walked to a long sofa opposite me and Gong Feihua, carefully inspecting it. Even though the sofa was already clean, he meticulously wiped it with a tissue, then wiped his hands before leading Shangguan Yunqing to sit down. His hands were neatly trimmed, with long, slender fingers and delicate skin—clearly the result of a life of luxury. The fact that he even meticulously wiped the sofa before sitting down showed he was a germaphobe.

The germaphobic man sat down as well, saying to Shangguan Yunqing, "I told you not to come, but you still came. Look what happened!"

His voice was full of concern, and his tone convinced me that his relationship with Shangguan Yunqing was more than just friendship.

"Who is it?"

I whispered in Gong Feihua's ear.

"Zhao Sanqiang, her fiancé,"

Gong Feihua whispered back, finding my ear even closer.

So that's it. Shangguan Yunqing's fiancé, truly a dragon among men. I'd heard he was studying for his doctorate in the US; it seems he's back for winter break before the Spring Festival. It's only natural that he's back and spending time with his fiancée, but why does seeing them so intimate cause me a pang of pain?

I knew before that Shangguan Yunqing didn't really love her fiancé, but judging from the current situation, they must have only recently become so affectionate. Considering Shangguan Yunqing is almost thirty, perhaps she's tired of waiting. Since she can't choose her true love as she pleases, perhaps accepting someone she can choose is the best option.

Life is full of helplessness, and for women, wasting their youth waiting for a love that may never come is truly a tragedy. The kind of unrequited love where one spends a lifetime in vain, growing old and gray just to be noticed by their beloved, is best left to novels. If this were to become a reality, with every woman waiting in vain, it would be a matter of life and death for humanity. I don't know what's so praiseworthy about that. Those sentimental pseudo-intellectuals should just stop. They're all executioners, poisoning women's youth, beauty, and devotion. They deserve to die more than anyone else; their deaths are not a pity.

"I'm so anxious! The company's upper management is in an uproar. I just wanted to talk to Fei Hua about something, but she's been missing for four or five days! I...I...I'm at my wits' end. Where did she go? The company's stock has plummeted! What am I supposed to do?"

Shangguan Yunqing said anxiously.

"You need to calm down. What kind of manager acts like this? If you don't calm down, won't your subordinates rebel? Do you even know why your sister sold her shares? She owns 20% of the company's stock, worth billions! Does she want to bankrupt the company? Even if she hates your father that much, it doesn't have to be this bad. Her mother has poured her heart and soul into the company; there's no reason to squander it like this!"

Zhao Sanqiang hugged Shangguan Yunqing and gently patted her shoulder.

Looking at the two handsome men and beautiful women together, that inexplicable, hidden pain returned. Why? Was it envy of them? Or resentment that Yunqing was already taken? She cared for you like an older sister, and now that she's found love, shouldn't you be happy? But why can't I be happy?

Shangguan Yunqing leaned her head closer to Zhao Sanqiang's chest and said, "I just don't know why she sold her stocks. I went to see her, but she wouldn't say. I only heard from people around her that she needs funds to acquire shares in Tiandi Weiye Real Estate Company and gain control of the company. She's already hired a special team to handle the acquisition for her, and it looks like she's not just playing around!"

Shangguan Yunqing put an arm around Zhao Sanqiang's neck and looked up at him. Damn, they're really being intimate.

I subconsciously pulled Gong Feihua into my arms as well. Gong Feihua, shirtless, had such soft breasts.

Shangguan Yunqing continued, "I don't know the specific reasons why Youlan wants to acquire Wang Rentian's company. Although Wang Rentian is always going against us in business, it's still business. There's no need to just blatantly acquire someone like this. Now Wang Rentian is like an ant on a hot pan, thinking we're the ones pulling the strings behind the scenes. He hates us so much he's practically begging to come knocking on our door to yell at us."

Zhao Sanqiang listened and thought for a moment, then analyzed for Shangguan Yunqing, "So, according to you, Youlan's actions have some element of venting her anger? Did Wang Rentian offend her? Of all people to offend, she had to offend her. Your sister's personality is such that she retaliates tenfold against whoever offends her, otherwise she wouldn't have hated your father until now. If Wang Rentian really offended her, then it's understandable that she's selling her shares and acquiring his company. At the same time, she's also causing chaos in your father's company, which is what she wants to see. She can do something that kills two birds with one stone."

"I think so too, but I've talked to Wang Rentian about exactly what he did to offend her, but he's clueless and can't explain it. He says he's never met Youlan, so what grudge could there be? I came here today to ask Gong Feihua for her opinion, maybe she knows, but she's not home—Dad's health isn't good, and now he's worrying about this, it breaks my heart..."

Shangguan Yunqing's anxiety was palpable as she spoke.

"Don't worry, don't worry, you look so tired lately. Things will get better, there's always a way,"

Zhao Sanqiang comforted her.

Only then did I notice that Shangguan Yunqing did look quite haggard, with dark circles under her eyes; she probably hadn't been sleeping well lately. That Xu Youlan, she's driven everyone crazy with just one move, but why is she like this? I can't figure it out.

At this moment, Gong Feihua, who was in my arms, gave me a wicked smile, found my ear, and whispered, "It's all your doing, all your fault! The reason lies with you, do you know that?"

I was surprised, pointed to myself, stared blankly at Gong Feihua, and shook my head, meaning, "Me? No way, how could it be me?"

Gong Feihua whispered in my ear in a voice as soft as a breath, "Don't think I don't know about your affair with Xu Youlan. Hmph, knowing Xu Youlan's personality, Wang Rentian offending you is like offending her. How could she let the matter of her beloved being hurt go so easily? It seems you've really won Xu Youlan's heart. This is going to be interesting."

Gong Feihua then added, "Don't blame me for not warning you, you're dead! You're dead even if you're hard!"

Gong Feihua's words really struck me. Could this really be related to me? I vaguely remembered that day when I was in the hospital bed, I heard Xu Youlan and Xue Xinxin's conversation, in which Xu Youlan mentioned that she wanted to buy Wang Rentian's company. Whether she really said those words is uncertain now, as the time has passed, but the impression in my mind is unmistakable. Was it really me? Did I cause Xu Youlan to do all this?

I was shocked, so shocked.

Chapter 74 The Fragrance of the Black Vagina

I was repeatedly shocked, yet my heart was stirred by a rising tenderness, and I couldn't help but feel a longing, a strong longing for Xu Youlan.

I don't know how the spirit can detach from the body and embrace the strong longing within one's heart. This uniquely human spiritual mechanism is beyond my ability to discuss or study. However, at this moment, even though I am still holding an extremely alluring naked woman in my arms, and Yun Qing and the germaphobic man are entangled on the sofa, the germaphobic man kissing and pecking Yun Qing indiscriminately with saliva, his appearance and demeanor extremely lewd, it still cannot stop me from forgetting everything before me, letting my spirit wander to an unknown distance, completely forgetting myself in pursuit of that strong longing within my heart.

My heart soared, the surroundings shimmering as if they were nothingness, a dreamlike fairyland…

Xu Youlan's exquisitely beautiful face drifted into view, gradually gathering and solidifying in my mind. She approached with a warm and captivating smile, seemingly accompanied by soft laughter. I couldn't understand what she was saying, only a soft murmur, a mixture of joy and reproach, a hint of resentment and exhilaration. Her image possessed all the alluring qualities of lovers in the world. She gently embraced me, nestled quietly against my chest, her long eyelashes fluttering as she gazed at me with happiness. Her hair fluttered gently, and a sense of detachment washed over me. Emerging, she and I floated up, our clothes fluttering, like celestial beings. In the emptiness, there were only us, only us, drifting gracefully, leaning against each other, flying east and west, leaving indelible traces of divine presence in the dimly lit space, like a divine couple, enveloped by an eternal and sacred light…

I was completely lost in thought, utterly oblivious. Besides this dreamlike paradise, I had no other thoughts; even physical sensations felt superfluous. Let me wander in this dreamlike state, let me immerse myself in this feeling of oblivion… Let my body be, but my spirit will guide me.

I was lost in reverie, again and again… A small hand was pulling at my penis, a soft, slender hand, pulling, stroking, tugging. My penis was immersed in a warm, soft mass. Let it be.

My penis thrust in and out of her soft, wet passage, a body draped over me, moaning softly. I was still lost in thought, oblivious to who was beneath me. The pleasure of thrusting felt detached from my body. I entered and withdrew again and again, my breath coming in gasps as fingernails dug into my back, a sharp pain shooting through me, leaving me bewildered. The woman in my arms was not her, yet she was captivating and alluring. I had doubts but could not focus my mind to discern. On the sofa outside, a couple was already intertwined, the sounds of their kisses smacking. The man was on top of the woman, his hands tearing open her clothes, revealing a snow-white, translucent breast, its flesh undulating, a cherry-red nipple on its tip.

Cherry was lewdly taken into the man's mouth, and after a series of sucking motions, the woman beneath him struggled wildly, "Ah...no...no...ah...ah...I won't give it...I won't give it...ah...ah...it's so tingly...so numb...ah...ah..."

The two rolled together, a black-stockinged thigh draped over the man's body, tightly hooking his frame. Her rhinestone high heels were raised high, rolled up into her skirt, revealing a patch of plump, white flesh glowing through the black pantyhose. The woman's panties were white. The man slightly turned his body, and one hand reached down, rubbing the black-stockinged vulva with a splash. His mouth covered the still-moaning, rosy lips, and the woman immediately fell silent. Her breasts, squeezed to one side, swayed gently by her side, glistening with the moisture from the man's sucking.

Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through my ear; someone was biting it. I dazedly looked away from the sofa. The person in my arms whispered, "Put it in me, put it in me… What are you looking at? How long are you going to leave that thing inside?"

Lost in thought, I hadn't even realized I'd stopped thrusting. My long penis remained stuck inside Gong Feihua's vagina, utterly useless. No wonder she complained.

The soft flesh inside Gong Feihua's vagina contracted, sucking and enveloping my penis. I started moving again, a soft moan rising in my ear. Her face was pressed against mine, sweat streaming down her cheeks. We'd both been sweating for a while now. Her arms and legs were intertwined, her silky legs wrapped around my waist. With each thrust, the stockings rubbed against me, their silky texture intoxicating.

I thrust in and out, my strong arms holding Gong Feihua tightly in my embrace. I had regained my senses, lust had taken over my mind again, and without thinking, I gently thrust into Gong Feihua. Her flower bud was bubbling, her silk-clad legs were entwined, and her desire was rising.

When the thrusting became smooth, a new situation arose between the two on the sofa. Shangguan Yunqing was half-dragged off the sofa by the germaphobic man, her buttocks pulled off the sofa, her knee-length skirt rolled up to her waist, even the top of her pantyhose was exposed, her upper body clothes were wide open, and a few loose buttons rolled to one side. The germaphobic man was no longer satisfied with Shangguan Yunqing's half-hearted resistance and began to force himself on her.

"Sanqiang, no... please don't do this? We... we haven't been married yet, I don't want to..."

Shangguan Yunqing pleaded, but her tone was very weak.

The germaphobic man wouldn't listen to her. He swiftly ripped open Shangguan Yunqing's thin undershirt, scattering rhinestones all over the floor. "Ouch, Sanqiang, stop!"

Shangguan Yunqing clutched her chest, one breast already exposed outside her bra.

"Yunqing, I'll give in. You're mine anyway, so it's okay if it's sooner... I can't wait."

Before Shangguan Yunqing could dodge, the germaphobic man pounced on her, pinning her to the sofa. From my angle, I couldn't see Shangguan Yunqing's face, only two long, black-stockinged legs kicking wildly, and between the germaphobic man's spread legs, two round, writhing buttocks, the pale white silk panties deeply embedded, the undulating labia barely visible beneath the oval black stockings.

Seeing Shangguan Yunqing like this, my heart tightened, and I stopped thrusting. Should I stop, or continue watching? I hesitated.

Just then, someone pinched my arm, it hurt, and Gong Feihua's voice came again, "What are you thinking? What can't an engaged couple do! Are you going to go out and ruin their good time?"

Yes, it's natural for an engaged couple to do what they want, I could only watch if it was luck, why would I ruin their good time?

Gong Feihua was clinging to me tightly, I didn't move, she just lifted her buttocks and moved her hips back and forth on my penis. She

's really lewd to the extreme, as long as there's a man's genitals, she'll do it. Damn, I'll fuck her to death.

"Sanqiang, I don't want to... I'm scared..."

Outside the sofa, Shangguan Yunqing's voice was very weak, I didn't know if she really didn't want to? Or was she really scared of something?

"Don't be scared! Don't be scared! What are you scared of? We're about to get married, let's get used to each other now, it'll save us some effort later."

The germaphobic man comforted me, his voice gentle, with the face of all men before they get what they want, it made me want to vomit. Damn, so all men are like this before they get what they want.

Shangguan Yunqing had been forced to one side by the germaphobic man, her two round breasts being squeezed and kneaded in his hands, their flesh undulating. The germaphobic man's head was buried in her cleavage, sucking and slurping, the sounds filling the air.

Watching and listening, I felt annoyed; no matter what, I was inexplicably enraged.

As if to vent, I fucked Gong Feihua hard, changing positions with her. Gong Feihua lay on her side, and I lay on my side behind her, lifting one of her silk-stockinged thighs. My penis entered from behind, and my hands encircled her chest, roughly kneading and squeezing her two breasts, which were even larger than Shangguan Yunqing's. They felt plump and soft, smooth to the touch.

Gong Feihua and I lay like this, looking outside while our genitals were intertwined. This position allowed my hands to easily roam over her body, touching her breasts, lower abdomen, pubic hair peeking out from her genitals, and her clitoris wet with vaginal fluid. It was also a very effortless sex position.

Shangguan Yunqing and the germaphobic man kissed again, their lips locked. Shangguan Yunqing's exposed half-face was flushed, a few strands of hair falling across her forehead, revealing a state of ecstasy. While kissing Shangguan Yunqing's lips, the germaphobic man spread his legs, unbuckled his belt, pulled down his zipper, and dragged his boxer shorts and trousers down to his legs, revealing a long, erect, thick, and dark penis.

"What a fine cock," he thought, "he must have been with countless women."

The germaphobic man quickly switched hands, making the penis even longer and harder, darkening it in the light.

Gong Feihua, in his arms, couldn't help but sigh softly at the sight of the enormous object. She too was attracted to the thick male member, her vagina tightening, gripping my penis tightly. "Damn, this lewd woman, even seeing a man's huge penis arouses her so much?"

The germaphobic man was still kissing Shangguan Yunqing, but one hand was trying to tear off her pantyhose. Shangguan Yunqing seemed to understand, quickly brushing his hand away. The man's hand came back, only to be removed again. He tried again, but Shangguan Yunqing blocked it, tightly protecting the pantyhose with one hand, preventing him from moving. "

Damn it, why is he still refusing?" I thought.

At this moment, Gong Feihua in my arms stopped moving. Judging from her expression, she seemed very nervous, nervous about what was about to happen, as if her heart was in her throat. Because of her nervousness, Gong Feihua was completely unaware that my penis had slipped out of her vagina.

As expected, the germaphobic man was furious at Shangguan Yunqing's refusal. He broke free from her, stood up, and shouted, "I'm telling you, you're going to give it to me today, whether you like it or not... I don't believe I can't take you down today!"

The germaphobic man pounced on Shangguan Yunqing again, and the two wrestled frantically for a moment. "No, Sanqiang, I'm scared... I'm scared..."

Shangguan Yunqing panicked when she saw that the germaphobic man was really going to use force, her voice filled with panic.

Watching the germaphobic man roll Shangguan Yunqing around on the sofa, I really wanted to rush out, but now that we were naked, if I rushed out, wouldn't two men with their weapons exposed scare Shangguan Yunqing to death? And what would I say—I couldn't explain!

I was caught between a rock and a hard place. Gong Feihua was still intently watching the spectacle in my arms. I was furious. I thrust my penis hard into her vagina, the shaft sliding into a tight hole. Damn, what a coincidence! I'd gone in through the back door.

Gong Feihua noticed the commotion, glanced back at me, and pinched me, clearly unhappy that I'd taken advantage of her. I ignored her and continued thrusting. The vaginal fluid was drawn into her anus with each thrust, quickly lubricating it. I attacked relentlessly, and Gong Feihua grimaced in pain.

The two continued to wrestle. The germaphobic man's long penis swayed between his legs, his two large testicles also dangling. Shangguan Yunqing rolled left and right, but she couldn't escape the germaphobic man. Suddenly, Shangguan Yunqing's entire buttocks were lifted up, and the germaphobic man quickly reached down to his waist and ripped off her pantyhose and underwear in one swift motion, exposing Shangguan Yunqing's large, glistening, dark vulva.

This was the second time I had seen that dark vulva. The first time I saw it, I was already shocked, and seeing it again still shocked me. It was so black, so ugly. I didn't understand why, compared to the other perfect parts of Shangguan Yunqing's body, she possessed such a heartbreakingly dark vulva, so heartbreakingly dark. The labia were mangled, the black hair was thick, and the cleft was deep and shadowy. Could it be that the inside was also dark? Oh, it was truly heartbreaking.

The germaphobic man, already aroused and sweating profusely, was about to thrust his penis into Shangguan Yunqing's large, dark vagina when he suddenly noticed the shape of her genitals. He let out a loud "Ah—!" His face, flushed with lust, suddenly changed color, first turning a deep purple that was almost black, then a deathly pale white, his eyes turning green. I saw that his large, dark testicles had also shrunk and gone soft in a very short time, almost shrinking into a small date. Uh, would he become impotent?

The germaphobic man stared again, his expression one of disbelief and utter despair. Suddenly, he sprang to his feet and, without caring that his genitals were still exposed, began to vomit violently, the sour smell of vomit instantly filling the entire room.

The germaphobic man, his hands and feet trembling, pulled up his pants. Before he could even fasten his belt, his legs went weak, and he rushed to the door. He tripped and fell just before reaching it, scrambling twice before finally grabbing the doorknob. His hands and feet trembled as he opened the door, slamming it shut as he left.

The room fell silent instantly. Gong Feihua, in my arms, began to sob softly. She bit my hand hard, trying to control herself from making a sound, but large tears still streamed down her face. How could she not be heartbroken to see her closest friend suffer such a blow?

Shangguan Yunqing was stunned by the sudden scene. She had clearly underestimated the destructive power of her large, dark vulva. She slumped on the sofa, her eyes glazed over; her mind was probably completely blank. When Shangguan Yunqing recovered from the shock, she stood up, her gaze directed at me sideways. Her knee-length skirt was still rolled up, her black stockings accentuated her rounded calves, and her white panties bulged between her legs, with faint traces of pale yellow vaginal discharge. It was easy to imagine how intense her desire had been just moments before, and how heartbroken she must have been by this blow.

Soon, Gong Feihua and I heard Shangguan Yunqing sobbing. Tears streamed down her exquisite face, covering her face. She wiped her tears and snot, her shoulders heaving. Her sorrowful expression was deeply moving. She looked down at her private parts, and another wave of grief washed over her, causing her tears to flow even faster. Her soft sobs turned into deep whimpers, until she was completely sobbing.

She sobbed, weakly pulling up her pantyhose and underwear, pulling down her skirt and straightening it. Her striped blouse was unbuttoned, barely covering her chest, and a few scraps of black undershirt were faintly visible. She walked wearily into the bathroom, emerging shortly after. Her makeup was done, and her hair was styled, but her red eyes and tear stains were still undeniable. She grabbed a mop and broom and cleaned up her fiancé's vomit.

She must still be reeling from the blow, unable to control her emotions. She stared blankly at the sofa where Gong Feihua and I were hiding for a while, then, just as tears were about to spill again, she hurriedly covered her face and left Gong Feihua's house.

Shangguan Yunqing's heartbroken figure disappeared. My penis, without me noticing, had slipped out of Gong Feihua's anus. Neither of us wanted to continue. We silently found our clothes and dressed.

"If you have time, go comfort Yunqing,"

I said.

"

Ah ...

waa ... "You don't know...didn't you smell it? Yunqing's place is a bit dark, but it has a unique fragrance, a scent that only she possesses. Didn't you smell it?" "Fragrance?" I sniffed the room, and sure enough, there was a faint, subtle fragrance. If you didn't pay close attention, you would almost miss it, but once you noticed it, you would never forget it. It was a very captivating fragrance, a fragrance that could strike straight to the soul, like the fragrance of a virgin, yet it combined the scents of a hundred flowers and a thousand herbs, fragrant and intoxicating, stirring the heart. I sniffed and sniffed again, and I believed it. When God takes something away from a person, He always compensates them in another way. God gave Shangguan Yunqing an unusually dark complexion, but He also gave her an unusually fragrant scent. I remembered the day I first met her in the elevator. The captivating fragrance she exuded, I thought it was perfume, but I never imagined it was the scent of her private parts. A beauty whose private fragrance wafted everywhere, even just smelling it, was a captivating sight, a blend of woman and flower, dreamlike and enchanting. "Are you tempted?" Gong Feihua suddenly asked while I was still lost in thought. "Uh...no...uh...I..." I tried hard to hide my infatuation with the scents. It was so embarrassing to show such fascination with another woman's genitals in front of a woman. "If you like her, then become her man!" Gong Feihua seemed a little resentful, and also a little sad. "I..." I looked at Gong Feihua. "She's so pitiful. Can't you be too? Do you know that she actually has feelings for you too? Do you despise her too...Waaah...My poor girl, can't she ever taste a man's flavor in this life? Waaah..." As Gong Feihua spoke, she also started to cry sadly. "No..." I said. "What do you mean 'not what'? If you have any conscience at all, then take her in for me. Judging from what you just did, her marriage is off, and she probably never wants to see a man again." " I...it's just...it's just that she...she's so outstanding, how could I possibly be worthy of her...I can't even imagine it." "I don't care! No matter how many women you have, Yunqing has to be included, otherwise...humph, I'll play you to death!" I'm speechless. I committed rape, and now I'm being threatened into prostitution? ( Chapter 75, December 1st) What is Love?

What is love? I don't know. Many different kinds of people have tried to explain this question, but none have been able to give a clear answer. Whether educated or uneducated, whether trying to explain it with language or with their lives, none have been able to explain it clearly. Even the explanations that exist now are mostly unacceptable to the majority. Love is multifaceted, diverse, fickle, and unpredictable; it's unique to each individual, subjective, and you can't argue with anyone. Even if you obtain it, you still yearn for it. Its concept is broad; you can obtain it, but you can't fully explain it; you can feel its presence, but you can't accurately describe it. There are no patterns, no traces, and no need to retain experience. Following so-called experience only leads to one mistake after another, and there's no solution to obtain love by implementing that solution.

It's forever shrouded in layers of mist, and people can only frantically rush into one maze after another. If they happen to stumble upon it, that's luck, a stroke of good fortune, or a stroke of good luck from their ancestors.

But people still try to explain, try to find answers, but unfortunately, all their efforts are in vain, thankless and exhausting. No one really listens to other people's experiences with love. When it happens, everyone does their own thing, there's no need to pay attention to anyone else. Just do what you understand in life, there's no need to discuss and draw conclusions. Under the halo of love, everything is reasonable, and everything is unreasonable, but no one can laugh at anyone else.

I was drinking a cocktail called "Bullet" in a bar. After a few glasses, I felt dizzy. I didn't know why I was drinking such a strong and expensive drink; perhaps it was to hide some kind of helplessness.

I miss Shangguan Yunqing; I can't forget her heartbroken figure, tears streaming down her face. In my eyes, she's always been perfect. It's understandable that she was heartbroken after being treated like that. She carried so much responsibility, even sacrificing her own love for her family. Even so, she still tried desperately to find even the slightest bit of love in the face of impossibility. Looking back now, her hesitant, half-hearted attempts to win her fiancé's heart were all efforts to find true love. But fate cruelly snatched away her last hope. This shows how difficult it is to find love.

As a friend, I should comfort her, but upon reflection, such comfort would be like rubbing salt into her wounds, only hurting her self-esteem. Such scenes abound in online novels: when a beautiful woman is heartbroken, the protagonist seizes the opportunity to offer comfort, groping her indiscriminately. The disheveled woman always ends up easily, throwing herself into his arms. Judging from this generally accepted rule of love, I missed a golden opportunity. I don't reject taking advantage of someone's vulnerability or sneaking around to get what I want, but perhaps, maybe, I still have a shred of upright integrity and disdain such methods. So I'll remain neutral and let her heal herself. Besides, Gong Feihua will definitely handle this kind of counseling and relief, and she'll do it better than I can.

I came with Da Liu, along with his girlfriend Ding Keke, the girl who danced with Zi Yue in the square last time. She was watching Da Liu clear the table in one shot, pocketing the last ball. Amid her cheers, the man who had played against Da Liu pulled out a few RMB bills from his pocket, placed them on the table, and slunk away.

My purpose in coming here was to find Zi Yue to convey Xu Youlan's request to see her, and also to pay off my prostitution debt.

But it was still early, and she hadn't shown up yet, making my wait, filled with wild thoughts, quite tedious.

I finished my last "bullet" (a type of cigarette), took one last drag, and stubbed it out in the ashtray. With smoke still swirling around my mouth and nose, and my face flushed, I went to the pool table, picked up the cue the man had left behind, and smashed the triangular pile of balls that Da Liu had already arranged.

"Hey, isn't this the guy who's delivering the food? Let's agree on how to play, no backing out, cash on delivery!"

Da Liu was excited to see me. Among our group of friends, he was the best player, always beating us soundly and winning countless small sums. I, on the other hand, was the worst.

Even though I was bad, a bit of banter and a declaration of war before the game was necessary. Da Liu's final words, "Watch out, or I'll hole all your balls and smash your ass!"

made Ding Keke burst into laughter. He smugly gestured for me to take a shot.

I adopted an awkward stance and, amidst a chorus of boos, aimed at the number 1 ball.

Suddenly, the alcohol kicked in, and the ball near the pocket wobbled from side to side, back and forth between my eyes. The cue stick swayed with it, and I hesitated, unsure how to strike. Amidst the urging of the voices, a sudden flash of light appeared before my eyes, as if a clear white light was guiding me. A clear path for the ball suddenly materialized. Confused and bewildered, I decisively struck, and the ball slammed down. The white cue ball bounced loudly on the side of the table seven or eight times, nearly falling into the pocket several times, but ultimately stopping near the number 2 ball—a perfect striking position.

"Lucky you! Try again!"

Da Liu, with his arm around Ding Keke's shoulder, scornfully ignored me.

I stretched out my arms, cue stick raised, and whistled triumphantly. In a game where I was destined to lose among friends, it was best to be triumphant while I could, to effectively dampen my friend's arrogance, regain face, and even if I lost, I could still retaliate with a sarcastic remark. There's a huge difference between winning badly and losing spectacularly between men.

I easily pocketed the 2-ball again, and the cue ball, as if by magic, rolled to a tricky position to hit the 3-ball. This movement drew gasps from a few bar guys watching nearby. I pocketed the 3-ball again, and the cue ball once more landed perfectly in the position to hit the 4-ball. It was amazing! I felt like all my energy had been channeled into precise power. I seemed to have mastered the knack of accuracy, a far cry from my previous erratic, clumsy shots that even missed the pockets. Now, I crisply pocketed several balls like a master.

"Wow, so you were messing with me before?"

Big Liu looked surprised. "Hidden talent? What do you mean?"

"I don't know either. I just play faster when I'm drunk. I don't know why. Haha... just a coincidence, just a coincidence..."

I laughed smugly.

I cleared the table in one go, took the counted bills from Da Liu, and laughed, "It feels great to receive money for the first time!"

Da Liu shouted in protest, angrily setting up the balls, taking a stance as if facing a formidable enemy, exerting all his strength. The balls on the table were in dire straits, almost collapsing several times, but he finally cleared the table as well, sweating profusely, and asked me to return the money to him.

In the third game, I went first and cleared the table beautifully again, the money back in my hands.

I vaguely felt that my sudden improvement in billiards skills was related to the drug Xue Xinxin injected last time. The thing that little girl brought seemed to be quite something. Although the inexplicable sexual desire it brought often left me in a sorry state, making me take a cold shower on a freezing day, and even leading me to commit a heinous crime against Gong Feihua, its effects were undeniable, truly a divine substance! It was like a cliché plot from a fantasy novel where someone falls into a deep pit and often finds treasure. Could it be that I'd stumbled upon something similar?

Da Liu was still unconvinced. Amidst shouts, we switched to darts, which was also his forte. After a few rounds, I aimed straight for the bullseye, sending him sprawling in disarray. The whole room was filled with admiration. A self-proclaimed expert, not to be outdone, jumped up to try and deflate my ego. After several draws, I steadily threw the darts, leaving him utterly defeated. He downed several large beers with me, repeatedly saying how impressed he was.

"Do I have some kind of superpower?" I wondered to myself, feeling a little smug!

If a man acts arrogantly, he'll definitely charm the girls and attract a crowd of strangers. As the bar reached its peak, our table had already gathered a considerable number of enthusiastic men and women. Amidst shouts of "Who's afraid of whom?", they smoked, drank, played dice games, and rolled the dice.

On either side of me, there was a stylishly dressed 90s girl, one guessing a code, and the other playing dice. After a round of wins and losses, and a few more beers, my head was spinning.

Emboldened by the alcohol, my hands began to wander, caressing the thighs of the two women. They playfully slapped my hands away several times, but my large hands persisted, exploring the incredibly smooth inner thighs. One woman wore sheer black stockings, the other a dark checkered coffee-colored pair; the texture was extraordinary, silky and soft, warm to the touch, sending shivers of pleasure through me.

I was smug, flirting with them, rubbing my head against their faces, my eyes peering into their skirts, gazing at their snow-white mounds of flesh, so delicate they seemed ready to burst, every vein clearly visible. The unfamiliar scent of youthful flesh mingled with the alcohol, filling my nostrils, and I couldn't help but feel a surge of desire. An impulse to use their bodies to demonstrate my other, superior abilities swirled within me, impossible to suppress.

Sexual desire is actually more intense in the presence of unfamiliar bodies. Every man knows what I'm talking about; it's a common fantasy—the fantasy of showing off one's abilities in front of a strange woman. Because of the unfamiliarity, there's no restraint, no inhibitions, only unbridled passion. The unfamiliarity pushes the novelty to its extreme, and novelty is the primal driving force of sexual desire. Like love, once the novelty wears off, the fiery passion always expires! If anyone thinks that forced sexual desire or forced love is still sexual desire and love, then I'm arguing with them!

As my hand continued deeper, already touching the edge of the two women's underwear, about to experience the feel of their most intimate parts, a shout rang in my ear, "You pervert! You bastard!" Immediately afterward, a large glass of beer was splashed in my face, soaking me completely. I quickly wiped it off, and there stood an angry woman before me—none other than Xu Youlan.

The cold beer snapped me out of my euphoria, but the two girls next to me weren't having it. They jumped off their swivel chairs, ready to fight Xu Youlan on the spot. I grabbed one of the girls' arms, pulled her back, and yelled, "Mind your own business! Nobody touch her!"

I squeezed her hard, making her scream.

Xu Youlan glared at me and strode out of the bar.

I shoved the girl so hard she almost rolled under the table, ignoring their curses, and chased after her.

I ran all the way to the parking lot. Xu Youlan was already sitting in the driver's seat of the red Ferrari. I lunged forward to open her door, but it wouldn't budge. The car roared to life and was about to drive away. I quickly leaped onto the hood, spread my arms, and blocked the car, shouting, "Youlan, let me explain! Let me explain!"

Inside the car, Xu Youlan looked at me coldly, neither agreeing nor disagreeing. Seeing that she wasn't going to leave, I went back to the car door. This time, she rolled down the window. I leaned against the window, panting, and said, "Just now... it was all just for fun." "It's all an act, all men are like that, don't take it seriously. You...you're angry?"

Xu Youlan tapped the steering wheel lightly with her slender fingers, her eyes filled with disdain. "I can't be bothered with your business. I just saw you weren't fully awake and was worried you'd get bullied, so I was trying to wake you up. I wanted to offer you a proper toast, but when I picked up the glass, I realized it was too big. I couldn't hold it steady, and it even soaked your hair. I meant well but messed things up. You won't hold it against me, will you? I was just trying to be nice."

Offer me a toast? Couldn't hold it steady? She clearly splashed beer on me and called it a good deed. Her

sophistry is just ridiculous. But I just couldn't get angry.

"You're not angry, are you? That's good. I was just worried you'd be angry."

I wiped the beer dripping from my hair.

"You care that much if I'm angry?"

Xu Youlan's tone softened.

Seeing that Xu Youlan didn't seem so angry anymore, I breathed a sigh of relief. "What are you doing here?"

"I found out Ziyue was here, so I came over, but it seems she's not here."

Xu Youlan looked at me wiping my beer, my upper body was also wet, and she seemed to be in a great mood. She took a tissue from the car and handed it to me.

I was taken aback, took the tissue, wiped my face, and said, "I also came to see her. You said you wanted to see her last time, so I came to see when she was free and to arrange a time for you."

"As far as I know, you've been discharged from the hospital for a week now. How come you only remembered this now? I thought you forgot, so I looked for her myself."

Xu Youlan said irritably.

I thought it wouldn't be a big deal to put Xu Youlan's search for Ziyue on hold, so I felt very embarrassed. "I had some things happen these past few days, so I was delayed. I hope I didn't interfere with your plans?"

"She's not here. I have to go."

Xu Youlan didn't answer me.

"I heard from her friend that she'll be here later,"

I said.

Just then, I heard footsteps behind me. It was Da Liu and Ding Keke; they must have seen me rush out and followed.

Ding Keke, arm in arm with Da Liu, glanced at Xu Youlan. "Who is it? Your girlfriend?"

"His classmate's girlfriend, don't talk nonsense."

Da Liu had seen Xu Youlan before.

"Oh, trying to steal someone's girlfriend, huh? You've even managed to steal your classmate's. These days, it's all about stealing married women, unmarried men steal their girlfriends, I wasn't wrong. I didn't expect her to be a rich girl. That Ferrari must be the latest model, really rich! No wonder she ran off without paying. A beauty like that, you can't wait a hundred years."

Ding Keke said sarcastically, continuing to sized up Xu Youlan in the car.

I knew that people like Ding Keke naturally disliked rich girls like Xu Youlan and would always find an opportunity to make sarcastic remarks.

Just as I was about to smooth things over, Ding Keke's phone rang. She answered, "Hello, hello."

"So you usually associate with people like this? So rude! Humph, I'm leaving."

Xu Youlan, also annoyed with Ding Keke, released the car brakes, preparing to leave.

Ding Keke, still grumbling, turned to Xu Youlan when she said she was rude: "Who are you calling rude?"

But the phone call was definitely urgent, preventing her from hanging up, so she continued grumbling.

"Ziyue said she's coming over, aren't you going to wait?"

I reminded her.

"I don't have the habit of waiting for others, you can arrange a time for me."

At this moment, Ding Keke put down the phone and said to me, "Something bad has happened, Ziyue is in trouble. She said there are people guarding downstairs, she can't get out, and those people are looking for her upstairs, apartment by apartment. They need me to help, it seems to be Wang Jiangtao's people."

"Wang Jiangtao? What does he want with her?"

I asked.

"I don't know...no, it seems, it seems..."

Ding Keke hesitated for a moment, but finally said, "It seems to be related to Ziyue's pregnancy."

"Pregnant? Ziyue is pregnant?"

"Yes, Ziyue found out she was pregnant last week. She wants to have the baby, but somehow Wang Jiangtao found out. He's afraid the child is his, so he's forcing Ziyue to have an abortion. Ziyue refused, and Wang Jiangtao threatened to kill him. Ziyue has been hiding everywhere. She only moved to this place two days ago, and Wang Jiangtao found her. Judging from what Ziyue said on the phone, it seems like things aren't going well."

Ding Keke briefly explained the situation. "Let's go find her and see what's going on."

"Get in the car!"

Xu Youlan said. "I'll go with you."

"I have a car,"

I said.

"Let him drive. They'll lead the way, and you can come with me from behind so we can stay in touch,"

Xu Youlan said.

I tossed the car keys to Da Liu and got into Xu Youlan's car.

Once again, I sat in that red Ferrari, and I smelled that familiar perfume again—faint as an orchid, yet deeply captivating. Sniffing closely, besides the familiar scent from my dreams, there was also a refreshing, cool fragrance mixed in, carrying a touch of alluring, musky scent, like a lotus emerging from a pond, or musk veiled in water. But this scent… wasn't it clearly the secret fragrance of Shangguan Yunqing's private parts? I suddenly realized, sniffing again—almost identical. If Shangguan Yunqing's fragrance was more intense, like a peerless peony, then Xu Youlan's fragrance was superior in its subtlety and lingering quality, as pure and delicate as an orchid in a secluded valley.

Could it be that Xu Youlan's private parts were also as fragrant as Shangguan Yunqing's? But I, being so careless, had been so engrossed in pleasure that night that I had completely overlooked this exquisite fragrance! Ah, what a beautiful woman with a fragrance like orchids and musk—how could I bear to let her go? Thinking that he had inadvertently glimpsed another private moment of Xu Youlan's life, he felt a surge of pleasure. Enveloped in the alluring fragrance of the small car, he was dizzy and mesmerized, tormented by fantasies and impulses. His heart pounded, and he felt even closer to her.

Xu Youlan was focused on driving; she had no idea that the person beside her was already lost in lust, almost unable to suppress his desires amidst her fragrance. How many beauties in the world could make a man almost ejaculate from just a whiff of their scent? And there was one right before him, so close to her…

Tonight, the moonlight shone, its gentle glow illuminating the earth. Inside the car, she wore a lotus-colored, openwork long dress, the outer skirt light blue, the inner skirt moon white, shimmering with the moon's radiance. The cuffs of her long sleeves were loosely lace-like, covering her wrists, her half-exposed jade fingers, along with the sleeves, gripping the steering wheel, a striking contrast to her pale red nails. Just looking at those slender, delicate hands evoked a sense of tenderness.

Following the bright streetlights outside the car, I lowered my body and habitually looked down at her feet. Sure enough, tonight she was wearing a pair of white stockings, thin and almost invisible, her graceful ankles gently protruding, and a pair of low-cut white high heels, revealing a patch of white stockings on the instep. Her delicately bound toes were half-hidden in the shoe's groove. I imagined how those toes were gently caressed by the white stockings, and how they were placed in high heels with black-painted edges and gleaming gold heels. A noble and charming aura emanated from them naturally. The soft white stockings fit perfectly against the noble leather. What a pair of exciting high-heeled feet! Moreover, those stockings might even be lace-trimmed garter stockings, and between the two straps, perhaps a tiny pair of panties that couldn't be fully concealed, and the alluring clitoris might even be moist and fragrant. How could all of this not arouse lewd thoughts and fantasies?

When a person is utterly shameless, their fantasies become invincible. In just a few minutes, I fantasized about Xu Youlan inside and out, even revisiting her perfect naked body in the car that night, and fantasized about it several times. My genitals were throbbing uncontrollably, my whole body burning with lust, almost uncontrollable. I imagined delicate fingers climbing up and down her thick penis, her rosy lips slowly closing on the glans, her delicate tongue teasing the urethral opening, and one hand playing with her large, egg-shaped testicles. Her stunningly beautiful face was sucking on her massive member, sometimes gently, sometimes teasingly, sometimes lightly, sometimes licking it deeply. Her captivating beauty was already dazzling, but with that seductive, lustful expression, how could it not make one's lust surge and surge with intense pleasure?

I fantasized, fantasized, and fantasized again and again. My mind had long since drifted away from reality, filled with images of Xu Youlan dancing in the air. To my dismay, I let out a gasp, the kind of sound only heard during an orgasm. By the time I realized it,

I couldn't stop. My engorged penis pressed against my cheap jeans, causing a sharp pain, and a surge of heat threatened to erupt. "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

Xu Youlan, noticing my strange expression, asked.

"Ah... I... ah..."

Startled from my reverie, I stammered, unable to utter a sound. I realized that in my moment of ecstasy, I had almost crawled under the seat, my lying position incredibly awkward.

Such intense fantasies, to the point of losing control, especially with the object of my fantasies so close—how many people in this world could be as pathetic as me?

I frantically tried to salvage my appearance, only to discover my underwear was soaked, sticky semen gushing out. I had urinated in my pants.

Last time I dozed off by the roadside in the mountains, I had a series of erotic dreams. And today, with my beloved by my side, I'm practically fantasizing to death. What else could Xu Youlan be but my lifelong love potion? Without her, I really would die, I would definitely die!

What I never expected was that tonight, she and I would almost die together...

Chapter 76: Shallow Bay Wharf

Xu Youlan's car followed the jeep all the way to the outskirts of the city. Da Liu's car turned into a courtyard. Inside were several old buildings with blackened exterior walls and broken doors and windows, presenting a desolate and dilapidated scene.

I couldn't bear the wet feeling in my crotch any longer. Just as Xu Youlan was about to drive into the courtyard, I called out to stop her. I grabbed a few tissues from the tissue box, ignored Xu Youlan's suspicion, hurriedly got out of the car, hid behind a big tree by the roadside, unbuckled my belt, and wiped my genitals. My expression and actions were extremely lewd.

I got back into the car, and just then, Da Liu's Jeep sped out of the yard. He rolled down the window and said to me, "I just received a text from Zi Yue. She was taken away by those people. The location seems to be Shallow Bay Pier No. 2. I tried calling back, but the line was busy. I can't get through. It looks like things are bad. Ke Ke and I will go there first. You guys follow."

Shallow Bay Pier used to be an offshore container terminal in N City, but it was abandoned due to its small throughput and poor location. Unexpectedly, it became an ideal place for illegal businessmen to smuggle goods. Although there have been several crackdowns, it always resurfaces after the heat dies down, with various forces deeply entrenched. Zi Yue being taken to that place is not a good sign, and I couldn't help but feel worried.

Xu Youlan followed in her Ferrari. The vast dock was filled with containers, and abandoned overhead cranes stood menacingly in the darkness. A cold wind swept through, and the faded red ribbons on the steel cables rustled. The dock was huge; after driving around it several times, Da Liu's Jeep disappeared from sight. The dock was quiet, with only a few crooked tall lights casting a pale glow. I couldn't help but consider turning back. It wasn't that I wasn't worried about Zi Yue, but in this dangerous place, Xu Youlan and I seemed too vulnerable. For safety's sake, it was better to go back and make further plans. Just

as I was about to call Da Liu back, Xu Youlan had already driven the car to the fence of an abandoned factory area. In the distance, I saw Da Liu's Jeep parked outside the factory gate, but he was nowhere to be seen. Then, two dark figures emerged from the factory area, glanced in our direction following the car's headlights, and then jumped out of the Jeep and drove into the factory area. My heart skipped a beat. Had something happened to Da Liu? I frantically dialed Da Liu's number, but the call was quickly cut off, and the phone was switched off when I tried to call back.

I then tried Ding Keke's number, but it was also switched off. Something's happened! My first thought was to get out of there as fast as I

could. Xu Youlan asked doubtfully, "Shall we go check it out?" Check it out of there? It was obvious they'd been taken away by gangsters. Could we afford to mess with those people? I said, "Let's go quickly, it'll be too late if we wait. Call the police immediately, they'll handle it."

"It's not that serious, is it? Don't make it sound like a Hong Kong cop movie, is it really that scary?"

Xu Youlan mocked my cowardice.

I ignored Xu Youlan and dialed 110. Just as the call was about to connect, my phone was snatched from the car window. Five or six dark figures appeared out of nowhere and surrounded the Ferrari. The car door was flung open, and the leader shouted, "Get out!"

I was stunned. Had I really run into kidnappers? I got out of the car, and Xu Youlan was also dragged out. The large, gripping hands made Xu Youlan scream.

I grinned and joked with the leader, "Brother, what's going on? We're just here to see the scenery, there's no need for such a grand display, is there? You must have made a mistake, let's leave right away, okay?"

As soon as I finished speaking, the leader gave me a look, and someone behind him raised a stick and delivered a precise blow to the back of my head. An unbearable pain shot through my head, and I passed out immediately. In the instant I fell, I saw Xu Youlan's mouth wide open, her face filled with disbelief.

What followed was like a scene from a movie. I was jolted awake by a bucket of cold water, my head throbbing. I moved my limbs and found myself in a small room, tightly bound to a chair. Opposite me was Xu Youlan, also bound, her mouth gagged with a tattered white cloth, staring at me in terror.

I finally came to my senses and yelled, "Let me go! Let us go! What are you doing?"

A man in black stood in front of me and slapped me hard across the face, making me dizzy and seeing stars. I tried to yell again, but no words came out. Salty blood trickled from the corner of my mouth, which was split open. I shook violently, trying to break free, but the thick rope dug into my flesh, and I couldn't budge an inch. I could

only glare angrily at him. He was wearing a black M65 US military overcoat and high-top military boots.

"Say it again and I'll kill you! Tell me, what are you doing here?"

the man in black said in a low voice. His eyebrows were raised, his eyes were sharp, and he was short but strong, clearly a former soldier.

He looked familiar, like I'd seen him somewhere before. I racked my brains and remembered—he was the man in black I'd seen in Shangguan Yunqing's study that day, the one next to Wang Rentian. I didn't know if he was Wang Rentian's bodyguard, but he was definitely that man.

"Say it, what are you doing here?"

Another slap landed squarely on my face. My ears were ringing, and the surrounding sounds seemed distant. Xu Youlan, sitting opposite me, saw me get hit and tried to get up from her chair, but she didn't budge an inch.

"I know you!"

I stared at him.

"I know."

He wasn't surprised.

"Tell me, what are you doing here?"

He rubbed his unusually large hands together. "Don't try to lie to me. If you don't tell the truth, I'll slap you again!"

"We're here to see a friend."

I knew I'd run into no pushovers, and it seemed unlikely I could get away with it. Besides, I didn't think I had anything to hide, so I figured I might as well tell the truth.

"Who!"

"Her name is Ziyue!"

"Why?"

"We just want to see her. It's just a normal friendship, nothing special."

I looked at him, and he looked at me. I was telling the truth.

"I don't think so!"

He didn't believe me and turned to Xu Youlan.

"Don't touch her. She doesn't know anything!"

I said in a low voice. I couldn't bear to see Xu Youlan suffer even the slightest harm. Even a slap would enrage me.

"Let's be men. It'll be just you and me. I'll tell you everything I know."

My meaning was clear: as long as Xu Youlan wasn't harmed, I would tell him everything.

"As far as I know, your meeting with Ziyue isn't just a simple friendship, is it?"

He turned his head, his gaze cold and menacing, making it impossible to refuse.

"It's that simple..."

Before I could finish speaking, an even louder slap landed, almost knocking me unconscious. It took me a while to catch my breath.

Xu Youlan was jumping up and down on her chair, her eyes filled with anger, seemingly brimming with tears, looking extremely anxious.

The man in black turned around and pulled the rag out of Xu Youlan's mouth. Xu Youlan gasped for breath and shouted angrily, "Let us go, or we'll make you pay! Do you know who I am?"

"Yes, you're just the second young lady of the Shangguan family. So what?"

the man in black replied calmly.

"You..."

Xu Youlan was somewhat surprised by his nonchalance. "Aren't you afraid our family will tear you apart? What if they find out what you've done to me?"

"You'd better tell us honestly what you wanted with Ziyue, or no one can save you today,"

the man in black sneered.

Xu Youlan stiffened her neck, looking away, seemingly determined not to speak. The man in black chuckled again, "Fine, I won't make things difficult for you."

Before he finished speaking, several more slaps landed, powerful and swift. I was stunned, my thoughts seemingly frozen, all sensation in my body fading away, my mind filled only with a buzzing sound. A mouthful of sweet blood welled up in my throat; I vomited blood, my face slapped into a pig's head, my eyes nearly closed.

Xu Youlan screamed, "Stop hitting him! Stop hitting him! He doesn't know anything! I'll tell you anything you need to know!"

"Speak!"

"I'm looking for Ziyue. I mainly want to ask her about my mother and also want her to transfer her shares. Ziyue's father left her a sum of shares, about 10% of your Weiye Real Estate." Xu Youlan readily revealed everything.

"Why?"

"To acquire Wang Rentian's company,"

Xu Youlan said.

The man in black looked at Xu Youlan, waiting for her to continue.

"I've always suspected my mother's death was related to Weiye Real Estate, but I couldn't find out, so I thought of using this method to investigate,"

Xu Youlan said through gritted teeth, revealing her final purpose.

"Anything else? From what I heard, your purpose in acquiring it was to stand up for someone. That's what my master said, isn't it?"

the man in black asked.

Xu Youlan lowered her head, looking at her toes. Her white high heels were covered in yellow dust, and her white stockings showed several dark streaks of dust. Her face unconsciously flushed slightly.

"Is it?"

"Yes."

Her voice was almost inaudible, yet everyone could hear it.

"Is it him?"

the man in black turned to me.

Xu Youlan remained noncommittal; her cheeks seemed very red in the dim light.

"I didn't expect you to be so interested in this kid..."

The man in black paced a couple of steps, then suddenly turned around. "But if you ruin my plans tonight, none of you will leave here..."

Just then, the door to the house was suddenly opened, and several people rushed in. Two bound men were pushed to the ground—it was Da Liu and Ding Keke. Da Liu let out a painful scream, and the men kicked him several more times until he could no longer make a sound, only letting out low grunts like a dead pig.

One of the men who entered said, "Third Brother! The deal is canceled, we didn't get the goods. It was all because these two accidentally barged in. We were checking the goods when they disturbed us, and the other party, seeing things weren't going well, refused to trade with us."

"Canceled?"

The usually composed man in black couldn't help but exclaim, his voice filled with anger.

"They all saw it!"

the man in black asked again.

"...This...yes...they...they all...saw it all."

The man who had spoken earlier kept nodding and bowing, sweating profusely.

The man in black slapped him across the face. "You bastard! Look what you've done!"

The door opened again, and a person entered—it was Jin Yanxi, dressed in a black leather trench coat and black leather pants tucked into matching black knee-high boots. She rushed up to the man in black, "Has the goods not arrived yet? Jiang Tao sent me to collect them. Did you get them?"

"Goods? I…I'll go check again. They shouldn't be far."

The man in black hurriedly left the small house.

Jin Yanxi saw me then, looking surprised. Seeing Xu Youlan, she was even more surprised, but she said nothing.

The door suddenly opened again, and half of the man in black appeared. "You guys, deal with the two on the ground."

"What about these two?"

the leader asked.

"We'll talk about them later."

The man in black left.

The men dragged and pulled Da Liu and Ding Keke away.

"Deal with them?"

What did that mean? Hearing this word made me think. Could those underworld codes from movies really be coming true here? In movies, heroes often thwart bad guys' plans and get subdued, with

lines like "Take care of him!" clearly

meaning "Kill him!" But I'm not a hero, lacking the ability to escape from dire situations and turn danger into safety. Am I going to die here tonight? A chill ran down my spine.

"How did you get here?"

Jin Yanxi, who remained, asked me.

Regardless of how Jin Yanxi ended up here, she was the only one who could help in our current situation.

I briefly explained how I got here tonight. Jin Yanxi frowned, especially when I mentioned that Da Liu and Ding Keke had unintentionally ruined a deal; her frown deepened.

Jin Yanxi looked around outside the door, then returned to me and said, "Zhao Bo, you really shouldn't have come here tonight. And you shouldn't have come to this factory, let alone wandered around like this. Don't you know what this Shallow Bay Wharf is?"

I sensed the seriousness of Jin Yanxi's words and asked, "What did you trade? Drugs? Did you really kill me?"

"You'd better not know,"

Jin Yanxi ignored my question.

"I know, it's just trading a few guns,"

Xu Youlan said dismissively.

"You know?"

Jin Yanxi exclaimed.

"What's so strange about that?"

Xu Youlan said nonchalantly, "In our circle, everyone knows Wang Jiangtao is a military enthusiast. He secretly opened an underground shooting range, specializing in getting weapons for people in that circle to play with. A few days ago, one of my pursuers even took me there, and I fired a few shots. I didn't know that's how these guns got in. Tonight, I know."

"Won't my two friends be in trouble?"

I realized the seriousness of the situation.

Jin Yanxi didn't speak.

"Jin Yanxi, please, you must find a way to save them. They're all my friends. They stumbled upon what happened tonight by accident. I promise they won't tell anyone. I beg you, you must help them,"

I pleaded .

"What's the use of begging her? She can't make

the decisions," Xu Youlan scoffed. "What can they do? Are they going to kill us? Don't worry, with me here, they won't do anything to us."

Jin Yanxi sneered, "Yes, you're a young lady from the Shangguan family, maybe you won't, but what about him? He's a different story. Think about it yourself. From here, it's just a few hours' boat ride to international waters. What do you think they'll do then?"

With that, Jin Yanxi ignored us and left the cabin. I shouted for her to turn back, but she ignored me and left. Oh my god, this little brat is just leaving us to die! Is she really going to abandon Xu Youlan and me here?

The cabin was unusually quiet. I could hear the sound of the waves outside. It was windy tonight, and it seemed like the wind had picked up again. I looked at Xu Youlan across from me. She was dirty, with several dark dust stains clearly visible on her clothes. A few strands of hair were disheveled and fell across her forehead, and there were some bruises on her cheeks. It was clear that she had struggled a bit.

I looked at her, and she looked at me too.

"Are you alright?"

I asked. At the same time, she asked, "Does it hurt?"

We both found our simultaneous questions amusing.

"It doesn't hurt!"

I managed a weak smile.

"You're still smiling?"

"It hurt before, but it doesn't hurt now."

"It hurts, but you say it doesn't? Your face is all swollen."

"It's alright. As long as you're alright, I'm alright."

Actually, even speaking hurt; my lip was split.

"Are you really worried about me? I could tell just now."

A spark ignited in Xu Youlan's eyes, carrying her innate pride that no one could take away.

"It's the same for anyone. Men always like to show off in front of women,"

I said.

"Just to show off?"

A hint of displeasure and a faint disappointment flashed in her eyes.

"No!"

I told her clearly, "I'm actually a coward, I often run away, but not just now."

"Not what?"

"It's not about being brave, it's...it's...worry...really worry."

My voice was soft, but I suddenly felt it was unnecessary, and I said loudly, "Why do I have to be so clear?"

"How am I supposed to know if you don't tell me?"

Xu Youlan chuckled, then said, "Have you actually been running away from me all along?"

I didn't expect her to ask that, and I was speechless. Looking at her, the hesitation on my face made it clear to her.

"I'm really a little disappointed. Am I really that unworthy of your initiative?"

Her voice carried a teasing resentment.

My heart pounded. So she had been waiting for me to take the initiative all along.

"I...I..."

I hesitated, and after a long while, I managed to utter a sentence: "I...I don't think I'm a good person. So...so..."

I didn't know what to say next.

"I know you're not a good person. I said I don't care, would you believe me?"

I looked at her without speaking. Although we were both tied to chairs, our hearts were clashing. I didn't know why we were having this conversation in our dangerous situation. Just a few words, yet they had explained everything between us. And her last sentence almost revealed her true feelings. Should I continue to run away?

Yes, I've been running away, whether intentionally or unintentionally. I'm as insignificant as nothing in the crowd. In this society, there are thousands upon thousands of people like me, like parts produced on an assembly line, ready to be replaced at any time. We're too similar, so similar that we're basically the same from birth to death. No one cares about us; if one is missing, someone else is found to fill the gap, and it still works. Others live in a glamorous world, while we survive in the cracks of the city, easily swept into the vast crowd, unable to make a sound, unable to rise a bubble. Our dreams and desires will forever remain just dreams and desires, leaving nothing but a deep sadness in our minds.

Xu Youlan is my dream and desire, and I never believe it's possible to realize it. This is why I run away. Even if I have the desire to rise up, it's just a thought. Many times, I prefer to keep my experience with her in my memory, indulging in fantasies and reminiscing, to comfort myself that I once had an experience different from the millions of other parts.

Xu Youlan is my goddess. Under her halo, I always feel embarrassed—the embarrassment of a nobody. Even if she truly favors me, it doesn't feel real to me. I stared blankly at her. A hint of charm, tinged with happiness, played on her lips, encouraging me that it was real, making me believe it was real. Another wave of embarrassment washed

over me. My mouth opened, but I couldn't utter a sound. A loud crash as the door opened interrupted my silent exchange with Xu Youlan. Jin Yanqian quickly walked up to me, swiftly untying the ropes binding me, then untying Xu Youlan's as well. She said, "You two should leave quickly. Your two friends escaped in the chaos. Our men are chasing them. You should leave too."

"Bang, bang!"

Two muffled gunshots suddenly rang out from not far outside the door. Damn, do they really need to use guns to chase two ordinary people?

Without thinking, I helped Xu Youlan up and started to leave. Jin Yanxi called out to me, "Wait."

She came to me, pulled a pistol from her pocket, and, still warm from her body heat, placed it in my hand, saying, "Take this. Use it for self-defense. The people here are armed. If they chase you, shoot them. It's okay if you kill them; someone will take care of it."

I looked closely and saw a heavy Italian Paletta 92F pistol in my hand. As a military enthusiast since childhood, how could I not recognize it? It's the standard-issue pistol of the US military, used to be overused in movies. But when it came to using a gun to shoot people, I dropped the gun with a thud, drawing a look of disdain from Jin Yanxi.

She picked up the pistol, shoved it back into my hand, took out a key and gave it to me, saying, "Turn left when you go out, keep going straight, there's a speedboat at another dock, a red one, you two should get on and go quickly."

After saying that, Jin Yanxi pushed Xu Youlan and me out the door without giving us a chance to say goodbye. The cold wind outside hit us, making Xu Youlan and me shiver. We didn't have time to say goodbye to Jin Yanxi, and dragged Xu Youlan and ran wildly towards the dock on the left. Only when we ran did we realize that it was several hundred meters from one side of this half-U-shaped dock to the other side, and we could vaguely see a red speedboat moored there.

Without thinking twice, we sprinted. After a couple hundred meters, Xu Youlan was already panting heavily. Her sharp high heels clattered loudly against the concrete, especially in the darkness. I frowned. "Take your shoes off! They're too loud."

"Okay," Xu Youlan bent down and took off her shoes, holding them in her hand. I continued to pull her forward. Xu Youlan's white silk-clad feet quickly turned black on the ground, and her stockings tore, revealing a red toe peeking out from the hole.

We quickly passed through several containers, and before us lay a straight, unobstructed road. Suddenly, three or four dark figures appeared opposite us. Xu Youlan's earlier footsteps had attracted them. The figures saw us and sped towards us, shouting, "Over there... that brat trying to run... stop right there!"

Xu Youlan and I stopped abruptly and turned around, only to find that several more dark figures blocked our retreat, seemingly brandishing weapons. I was terrified; we were doomed. I gripped Xu Youlan's hand tightly and looked around. On either side was the dark sea, crashing against the dock in the night wind. We had nowhere to go.

The shadowy figure drew ever closer, the situation critical. Xu Youlan's face was filled with anxiety, her hands gripping me were sweaty. I felt like an ant on a hot pan, sweat beading on my forehead. Gazing at the yacht, hundreds of meters away, several thoughts flashed through my mind like lightning. Gritting my teeth, I said to Xu Youlan, "Can you swim? Swim over there! We can't let them catch us."

Xu Youlan nodded. The shadowy figure's footsteps grew clearer and clearer

. There was no time. I grabbed Xu Youlan and jumped into the sea… The moment I touched the water, I immediately realized I had made a terrible mistake. Jumping into the frigid sea on this cold winter night was suicidal. The extreme cold almost made me faint. I could hear the gurgling of bubbles, and the sounds from the shore grew fainter. I seemed to hear a few curses, followed by a few sharp sounds as gunfire entered the water.

I pulled Xu Youlan into the sea, my legs trembling as I swam, my head daring not to surface. Guided by instinct, I swam desperately towards the yacht. Cold, so cold, so incredibly cold! Was the heavens going to kill me tonight?

Chapter 77 Frozen Dawn

I didn't know how long a person could endure in near-freezing water. I swam with all my might. At first, Xu Youlan kept pace with me, but slowly she couldn't keep up. I grabbed her and rushed to the surface, gasping for air. Her face was pale, her whole body trembling uncontrollably. She was about to give up. To prevent her from sinking, I held her and swam backward towards the small boat. In the pitch-black sea, only Xu Youlan and I, our heads floating on the surface, were visible. The icy water was everywhere, stinging my skin.

"Hold on! Don't fall asleep, you have to hold on!"

I encouraged Xu Youlan in her ear.

"I...hehe...hehehehe...I'm cold...hehehehe...hehehehe..."

Xu Youlan's face was pressed against the back of my head, her body trembling violently.

Xu Youlan hugged me tightly, her heat rapidly draining away. I pedaled hard, hoping to reach the small boat as quickly as possible, but when I looked ahead, the small boat was still so far away.

Time passed slowly. I pedaled again and again, gradually feeling myself almost giving up. A deep fatigue washed over my legs, and my consciousness began to blur. Xu Youlan's body gradually stiffened in my arms. I kept talking to her, and at first she would giggle a few words in response, but then her head drooped, and she fell silent. I panicked and had to use my face to lift her head.

Xu Youlan's eyes were tightly closed, her breathing weak, she looked like she was on the verge of death.

In the vast ocean, all I could do was paddle with all my might. I grabbed Xu Youlan's clothes at the chest, letting her head rest on my arm, and dragged her forward sideways. I don't know how much time passed, but when my willpower was almost giving out and all I wanted was to plunge into the bottomless sea and get a good night's sleep, I reached the gunwale of the small boat.

I struggled to climb onto the boat and used all my strength to drag Xu Youlan onto it. I was exhausted and sat down heavily on the deck, panting heavily, staring blankly at Xu Youlan. Her two long, white-stockinged legs dangled over the gunwale, seawater dripping from her heels into the sea. I had no strength left to move her even an inch.

I took a dozen deep breaths to regain some strength, then knelt heavily beside Xu Youlan, turned her over so she was face down, patted her back, and some seawater flowed from her mouth. I turned her over again, my arms trembling as I pinched Xu Youlan's nose, and covered her lips with my mouth, blowing air into her mouth. She still had a faint pulse. I pressed hard on her chest, then blew air into her, then pressed her chest again, until she had a faint breathing sound.

I searched the small boat, hoping to find something to cover Xu Youlan with to keep her warm, but found nothing except a few expensive fishing gear. The temperature seemed to have dropped again, and it wouldn't do for Xu Youlan to be exposed to the cold, soaking wet. I even considered surrendering, but would surrendering really save Xu Youlan? I gritted my teeth, took off my coat, lifted Xu Youlan's silk-clad feet into the boat, and covered her with the coat. I was left wearing only a soaking wet wool sweater, and the sea breeze made me shiver. Without further

delay, I untied the boat's ropes, inserted the key into the switch, and started the boat. Apart from being a bit more luxurious, this small boat was no different from the yachts I often went out to sea, and driving it was no different either. I hurriedly turned around and rushed out of the dock. The sound of the yacht was loud; people on the shore must have heard it. I stepped on the gas and sped towards the city.

However, at the small boat's speed, it would take at least two hours to reach N City from the shallow bay dock. Could Xu Youlan hold out that long? The boat's speed kept increasing, and the wind blowing in my face numbed me. I couldn't even keep going, let alone Xu Youlan. I was filled with worry, glancing back at the unconscious Xu Youlan, completely at a loss.

I urged the engine on, driving forward like a madman, almost frozen into a statue by the wind. I had only one thought in my mind: Xu Youlan couldn't die. If I died, she couldn't die either.

But even ten minutes of this kind of travel was beyond my physical body's endurance. Just when I was almost frozen to the point of collapse, almost in despair, I saw a blurry long island. It was a long island near the primeval forest of Baijing Lake. Because it was a nature reserve, it was almost deserted. I vaguely saw a faint light somewhere on the island. I couldn't continue like this, or Xu Youlan and I would both die.

I turned the small boat around and rushed towards the faint light. The sea wind was stronger, whistling in my ears. My limbs were stiff and numb. I didn't know when I had kicked off my shoes, leaving only a wool sock on one foot. I faced the cold wind as if facing an endless net of knives. My face felt like it wasn't my own anymore. My blood flowed slowly, and my heart seemed to want to stop beating. I felt like I might collapse onto the steering wheel and never wake up again.

Hold on, hold on, hold on! Finally, I saw the light. It was a small fishing lamp illuminating a fishing net. Just when I was extremely disappointed that there was no sign of human habitation, a dark little house hidden in the bushes gradually came into view as the small boat got closer and closer to the shore. I couldn't care less about anything else. I spurred the small boat forward, broke through the fishing net, and rushed onto the muddy shallows. The engine roared a few times before coming to a screeching halt. Silence enveloped me.

I rushed to the back of the boat. Xu Youlan's face was frozen purple, her eyes were tightly closed, her lips were pale, and she was barely breathing. I had to rewarm her, or she would really die. I struggled to hoist Xu Youlan onto my shoulder and trudged through knee-deep mud towards the hut.

The wooden door of the hut was locked. I kicked it open and rushed into the pitch-black room. In the darkness, I could only see the outline of a small bed. I placed Xu Youlan on the bed and groped around for light. There was no electricity. I found a box of matches on a small table. I nervously struck the matches several times before finally lighting one and lighting an oil lamp on the table. The room was dimly lit.

I returned to Xu Youlan's side and touched her forehead. It was as cold as iron, almost indistinguishable from a dead person's. I needed hot water, hot water. I needed Xu Youlan to regain her body temperature as soon as possible.

I searched everywhere and found a thermos with more than half a pot of hot water. The gas cylinder was out of gas; I tried to light it several times but couldn't. I had to abandon the idea of boiling water for now; I couldn't wait any longer.

I went back to the bedside, gritted my teeth, and tore open Xu Youlan's skirt, pulled off her bra, and a pair of perfect, beautiful breasts sprang out, as white as snow under the light. I stripped off her garter belt, white panties, and white stockings all at once, revealing her exquisite and curvaceous body. Even in this critical moment, I was still stunned by her breathtaking naked body. How could there be such a perfect human body in this world? Every part of her was like the most perfect work of art, making one linger and lose one's breath. Even the gods would be envious.

I poured water from the bottle into a basin and used a towel to wipe Xu Youlan, vigorously wiping her face, chest, and genitals, scrubbing every inch of her skin until it turned red. I pulled the unidentified cotton blanket from the bed over Xu Youlan, took a teacup, poured in some hot water, and blew on it to cool it to a suitable temperature. I lifted Xu Youlan, trying to put the water in her mouth, but her mouth was tightly closed, and I couldn't get the water in. Without a spoon, I had to pry open her mouth with my hands and feed her spoonful by spoonful. While doing all this, I had no other thought than to help her recover as quickly as possible; I was deeply worried about Xu Youlan's condition.

After a few sips of hot water, color gradually returned to Xu Youlan's face, and I felt a little relieved.

The temperature inside was very low, and I was freezing. My wet clothes made me feel even colder. I stomped my feet, rubbed my face and hands to try and warm myself up, but to no avail. I had to start a fire as soon as possible. I found a kitchen knife and chopped up a few chairs and the table in the room. I lit a fire not far from the bed, took off my clothes, and hugged my arms to warm myself by the fire.

When I felt a little better, I fetched a bucket of water, washed the clothes on the floor, set up some sticks by the fire, and hung the clothes on them to dry, including Xu Youlan's skirt, stockings, and underwear. When her white lace underwear was placed next to mine, an indescribable tenderness suddenly welled up inside me. The sudden surge of emotion was almost uncontrollable. I couldn't help but think of the night we went to Baijing Lake. Our underwear was also hanging together, and we were both unconscious, one of us anxiously taking care of the other, in a small car in the rain.

That night sparked countless fantasies and boundless tenderness within me.

In my view, true love always begins with fantasy. While this isn't a universal rule, I still hold this biased belief. Human fantasy, through repeated errors, compensates for and filters out flaws, leaving behind beautiful and radiant hope. Unrealistic fantasies are undoubtedly an addictive drug that drives people to love. People don't care whether their fantasies are real; they just love, blindly loving. In love, people only see the beauty, allowing fantasy to frequently succeed in its sneak attacks, making people unconsciously intoxicated by the beautiful dreams it weaves. Even when the dream ends and the sunlight of reality dispels the layers of fog, no one cares about the shattered dream bubble, because people have already loved.

I don't know if I can withstand the scorching sunlight of reality. Perhaps I will ultimately grieve for the fantasies I once had, but even so, what does it matter? I can't let a sliver of fear shatter the illusions that have taken root within me. I'm not afraid love won't come; I'm afraid of encountering the same kind of love again—that heartbreaking, despairing love that leaves my heart shattered and unbearable to recall. But since it's all in the past, let me cautiously move forward, carrying my dreams with trepidation. No amount of sorrow or despair can diminish my determination to pursue love.

I dried the damp cigarette, lit it, and inhaled. A bitter, unpleasant taste filled my mouth. As the night deepened and the weather grew colder, the fire, enveloped in the chill, offered only a faint warmth. My back was shivering, and I rubbed my body vigorously with my hands. The long ash from the cigarette between my teeth fell to the ground with each uncontrollable tremor. Cold, so cold, so very cold.

I paced around the room, adding a few more pieces of firewood, but the biting cold was still unbearable. "Excuse me," I thought, stepping onto the small bed, stepping over Xu Youlan who was lying there, and slipping into the other side of the covers. Xu Youlan's breathing was even, her face regained its color, and she was fast asleep, deeply exhausted. I carefully pulled the covers up, afraid to have even the slightest skin contact with her. Even so, I felt an unprecedented sense of security and contentment. The delicate fragrance emanating from Xu Youlan was invigorating, refreshing and calming. In the lingering, sweet scent, a deep weariness grew stronger, eventually robbing me of my last vestige of clarity…

I don't know how much time passed, but suddenly the sky turned dark red. Where was I? I was completely bewildered…

A beautiful melody swept across the sky, a dark voice swept in from the depths of the earth, distant hope, icy death, bone-chilling resentment, unyielding resistance... different emotions intertwined, instantly filling the entire space and time. The song "Frozen Dawn" from the Pool of Death rang in my ears, the familiar melody and lyrics making my blood boil...

Angel feathers fell before me / Carrying traces stained with black blood / Numb to the changes of pain / I wept... / When the devil's army conquered this land / Darkness will destroy everything / The storm is a thing of the past / Dawn is no more...

The storm raged in Stratholme, and the voices of a couple drifted over.

Arthas's small voice, filled with a gentle plea, softly called out, "Jaina, are you leaving too?"

Jaina stopped, but didn't turn around. "I'm sorry, Arthas... I can't watch you do this."

Arthas took a step forward, almost in tears, and said, "Please, don't go, I need you."

A tear slid down Jaina's face, but she still didn't turn around. A sorrowful, desperate voice slowly flowed out: "No, you don't need me. Little Timmy is dead, our son is dead... We don't need each other anymore!"

Jaina walked out of the castle, and the wind and rain instantly enveloped her entire figure. One violent bolt of lightning after another struck down, her small body flashing on and off in the rain, but the heavy rain did not slow her resolute steps.

A rumble of thunder shook the ancient castle. Arthas slumped weakly into a chair. "Little Timmy is my son? He's my son... He's dead, dead... He's really dead!"

Tears welled in his eyes, streaming down his sharply defined face...

The lingering melody still echoed, filled with a sorrowful sense of progression...

Deeply immersed in this illusory world / This is our chance to fight back / Put the holy sword into the fire / My sleeping warrior / Awaken / My sleeping warrior... / Awaken... / My sleeping warrior... / When shadows shroud this pale earth / The sun sets below the horizon / When this land falls / I hear the cries of children / My silent figure / My frozen soul / This gate will open for our king...

The blizzard in Alterac Mountains has lasted for a month, and my battle with the Scourge expeditionary force has also lasted for a month. Today, the final battle has finally arrived.

"Give up, Timmy. Arthas is dead. He won't let you do this. He's found his place. This wasn't his original intention. He was once a paladin who protected humanity."

I calmly said to Timmy, showing no fear despite facing the endless, dark mass of the Scourge army.

A blizzard swept in, quickly obscuring most of the two opposing armies. The Scourge undead army opposite me—I was once a member of them, but Sylvanas helped me escape the Lich King's control. Now I fight for my goddess, my dearest Durandal Fordring. She is my goddess.

Durandal Fordring, when I was human, we fell in love, but now I am an undead, an undead that all the people of Azeroth want to destroy, and she is the noble daughter of Highlord Tirion Fordring.

"No!"

Timmy roared, "You traitor to the undead, you're wrong! This is what my father Arthas truly wished for: to annihilate you useless humans, including you, this shameful traitor! I will defeat you! Your agonizing cries will be the best proof of my wild power!"

Timmy's arrogant shouts stirred a commotion among the undead warriors, the deafening roar forcefully suppressing the howling of the swirling snow.

The wind rose again, and the vast land was shrouded in a chilling atmosphere.

"Kill!"

A deafening battle cry rang out. At this point in the battle, words were meaningless.

I charged ahead of the column, heading straight for Timmy Menethil. He wielded the repaired Frostmourne, the same chilling, evil weapon once used by his father Arthas. Its gleaming blade reflected the snow-white light of the earth, exuding a terrifying aura of death.

The skeletal warhorse charged forward at breakneck speed, and in the instant it clashed with the death steed, the Twin Blades of Azzinoth in my hands clashed with Frostmourne. In a single exchange, Illidan's once-divine artifact shattered.

"Today is your death day, you little undead traitor, daring to shine?"

Timmy Menethil grinned maliciously, turning his horse around and charging at me again.

Frostmourne swept through the air, its gleaming blade enveloping me. "Howling Strike! This day next year will be your death anniversary."

Timmy Menethil unleashed his strongest attack from the outset, stirring up the surrounding snow and wind, causing violent energy fluctuations, shaking the earth, and sending massive avalanches cascading down the snow-capped peaks, instantly engulfing the troops engaged in battle below.

I tossed aside the two remaining broken blades in my hand, staring intently at the rapidly approaching Frostmourne. As the blade reached its highest point, I leaped into the air, drawing Ashbringer from my back—the sword I'd kept hidden in its tough animal hide sheath. A holy light swept across it, and instantly the wind and snow seemed to cease. A blinding radiance rose from the ground, shooting straight into the sky. I gripped the hilt tightly with both hands and slashed fiercely at Frostmourne. "Doomsday Judgment! Your doom has come!"

I roared.

The usually arrogant Timmy Menethil, seeing the sword in my hand, paled, his face ashen. Extreme fear and pain contorted his features. He wailed, "How did you get this sword?!"

"You know too late. Your father died by this sword, and today you will not escape it either."

"Boom!"

A deafening crash echoed as the two swords clashed. Ashbringer cleaved Frostmourne in two, just as it had cleaved it centuries ago, its sharpness and decisiveness still cutting it apart.

The sharp blade flashed in like lightning, instantly halting all attacks unleashed by "Howling Blast." Ashbringer swiftly swung, its white blade an unstoppable force, slicing Timmy Menethil from his horse. The blade aimed for his head, but I subtly trembled, halting the attack. Ashbringer remained on his neck, the blade drawing a gash, a small spurt of blood staining the white snow.

In a single move, I defeated Timmy Menethil, wielding Frostmourne.

"Kill me!"

Timmy Menethil cried out in despair, kneeling on the ground.

I silently gazed at the man before me. That childish voice echoed in my mind again—the question little Timmy had asked Prince Arthas, innocently asking, "Will you come back?"

The prince replied, "Yes, I will protect you!"

But in the end, he became a zombie, later a general of the Scourge. He and I shared the same tragic fate; I, too, became a zombie in the cataclysm of Stratholme.

"Go, leave your people behind,"

I said slowly. I spared Timmy Menethil; our shared fate prevented me from doing so.

The swirling snow seemed to weep, and my heart wept too. For my goddess, I had fought for three years, rising step by step from a lowly soldier to a minor commander. Without Ashbringer, I couldn't sever Frostmourne; without learning "Doomsday Judgment," I couldn't defeat Timmy Menethil. And all of this was thanks to Durandal Fordring, the source of my power.

I must return…

The melody still lingers in the sky, the wind and snow still rage, dawn still hasn't arrived, it's frozen solid. ...When darkness is born of rebellion / When wind is born of snow / When this moment is for my king / When this sword becomes my life / When blood is shed for honor / Therefore this is a song of victory / When this kiss is offered to death / Perhaps love is for hope...

I returned to Stormwind wearing a heavy mask. No one has seen me beneath the mask, except for Durandal Fordring, because in the human world, I am an undead who cannot see the light, and everyone has the right to kill me. Only Durandal Fordring, her love, even in my death, remains unchanged; even though I have become an ugly undead, she still stays with me without hesitation.

On the day I returned, I blended into the thousands of soldiers, inconspicuous. Yulan Fording, however, stood atop a high crystal altar, receiving the adoration of thousands. Like Venus, she had become the spiritual symbol of this human capital. Her white dress billowed, her graceful figure standing in the wind, her long golden hair dancing in the breeze. Her pale blue eyes were filled with melancholy. She searched the marching ranks, looking through the crowd, her gaze finally settling on me. I moved forward slowly with heavy steps…

When this kiss was offered to death / Perhaps love is for hope / When the devil triumphed over the warrior / When Satan smiled for the death of humanity / When I closed my bleeding eyes…

The song still lingered in my ears, hope tinged with unpredictable sorrow. Dawn froze; would it still come? …I had been sitting in Yulan's bedroom for an hour. I had been back for a month; today was the day we were supposed to meet.

A series of crisp footsteps echoed in the distance, a familiar sound that had resonated countless times deep within my heart. My teacup trembled, spilling tea, and my heart rippled like a stone thrown into it… Chapter 78,
December 1st. Half-awake, half-asleep , I remained in a daze, everything feeling unreal. My lower body grew increasingly hot, a restless desire making me unbearably uncomfortable. Had Xue Xinxin's damned drug taken effect again? That damned drug! The thin gauze curtain was gently lifted, and a beautiful figure flashed in. Xu Youlan, the goddess of my dreams, had finally appeared. But I was still somewhat confused. How did she end up here? Xu Youlan? Youlan Fording? Are they the same person? I felt both confused and real. Where was I? How did I become a ghost? She gazed at me from afar, her vibrant red lips hinting at a half-smile, her long-lashed eyes fiery and captivating. She wore a standard Imperial Blue Sky Airlines flight attendant uniform, a small blue cap on her head, and a red, white, and blue scarf around her slender, pink neck—a perfectly coordinated look. The tailored purple-blue uniform accentuated her curvaceous, devilishly perfect figure. Most striking were her two large, bouncy breasts, almost bursting out of the white blouse beneath the uniform. I felt my nose was about to bleed. Most astonishingly, her long, white legs, encased in sheer white stockings, were dazzlingly beautiful. Wearing an incredibly short skirt, they were completely exposed. Just one glance at those long, white-stockinged legs made me dizzy, my mouth dry, and I couldn't swallow a mouthful of saliva. She wore a pair of black, patent leather peep-toe high heels on her long, beautiful legs. The thin metal heels were at least seven or eight centimeters high, so thin they were almost unsettling. Her shapely ankles, encased in white stockings, had beautiful lines. Her toes, painted with bright red nail polish, peeked out from under the white stockings. She swayed her serpentine waist as she walked towards me, and my eyes were glued to her two long, shapely legs in white stockings. Those stunningly long legs were beautiful from root to tip. Under the thin white stockings, her porcelain-like skin was dazzlingly white, and the translucent white of the stockings made her long, straight legs even more radiant, exuding an indescribable, fatal allure. I wished I could pop my eyes out and stare at those legs to my heart's content. She swayed her long legs with every step, each step a graceful movement. Her skirt, so short it barely covered her hips, dangerously clinging to her rounded buttocks. The ultra-short skirt, barely reaching her vulva, could barely conceal the deep, secret place between her legs. With each sway of her legs, a breathtakingly alluring tension filled the air. Two thin garter straps held together by lace stockings revealed a patch of white skin, urging one to eagerly anticipate the fullness between her legs. Xu Youlan had never been so sexy and alluring. A natural beauty, she was always so elegant and refined. Was this the noble Venus of humanity? This even more seductive Xu Youlan was too hot, too eye-catching, so hot that it made my heart race, so eye-catching that it made me thirsty. Before she even reached me, I rushed forward impatiently. But with just one step, I tripped over a table leg and fell flat on my face at Xu Youlan's feet. Her slender, beautiful foot, clad in a black peep-toe heel, was now displayed before me at close range. Her delicate, jade-like foot, perfectly proportioned, with clearly defined veins, was exquisitely encased in ultra-thin, transparent white stockings. The toes, painted a vibrant red, peeked out from the peep-toe of the heel, drawing attention even from afar, but up close, they were breathtakingly alluring. Black patent leather heels, crystal-clear white stockings, and lusciously red toes—my eyes were bloodshot; I was completely captivated, almost unable to breathe. "Hehe..." Xu Youlan chuckled. "This passenger, no need to be in such a hurry. You're currently on a flight with Blue Sky Airlines. Our company provides any service you require, and I'll make sure you enjoy it to the fullest, I guarantee you'll be satisfied, hehe..." She twisted her white silk-stockinged foot, gently pulling it out of her high heels. A complex scent, a mixture of perfume, leather, and sweat, wafted from the heels and her feet, overwhelming me and making me feel dizzy and oxygen-deprived. I almost died on the spot from that incredibly alluring fragrance. Xu Youlan chuckled again, bringing the slightly dark toe of her stocking to my nostrils and lifting it up. A big toe encased in the stocking slipped into my nostril, releasing an even stronger scent of the stocking's fragrance, mixed with the heavy smell of sweat, that rushed into my body, instantly overwhelming my senses. I felt like I was flying, my heart seemed to stop beating, and the whole world was filled with the rich fragrance of Xu Youlan's stockings. I wanted to scream with pleasure, but Xu Youlan's white-stockinged foot gently pushed me away, her forefoot, clad in a thin stocking, covering my mouth. The mouthful of beautiful stockings, warm and smooth, her fleshy white-stockinged sole, turned my scream into a muffled groan. Xu Youlan twisted her stockinged foot, gently squeezing and rubbing it against my mouth and nose. The fragrant scent of her stockings made my lower body instantly hard, and I was about to ejaculate. I half-sat up, hurriedly unbuckled my belt, and stroked my penis a couple of times to make it more erect. I took a few deep breaths, grasped Xu Youlan's white, silky foot, and bit into it, sucking and nibbling away at the beautiful silk-stockinged foot, from the toe to the heel, and then to the instep covered in a thin layer of white silk. My breathing became heavy. I took a deep breath and bit down hard, burying most of Xu Youlan's white-stockinged foot in my mouth. My eyes widened as I looked up at her. I grabbed the peep-toe high heels she had left on the ground, held them in my hand, and slipped them onto my already rock-hard penis, gently sliding them down. I bit and sucked on Xu Youlan's white-stockinged foot, feeling its soft, delicate flesh and enjoying the extraordinary smoothness of the stockings. I held onto Xu Youlan's silk-like foot tightly, preventing her from pulling it out. She laughed heartily, her plump toes wriggling in my mouth, her tongue filled with the indescribable taste of the stockings.

I strained my eyes to look up. Xu Youlan was looking down at me, watching me suckle her snow-white, beautiful feet. Between the two dangling stocking straps and the center of her narrow skirt, a dark, full mound of flesh was visible, her pubic hair curly and messy, concealing a red and white cleft that seemed to glisten with moisture. Oh, she wasn't wearing any underwear. Looking further up, her two large, white breasts had popped open several buttons, completely exposed, swaying in front of her chest. Between her breasts was Xu Youlan's pretty face looking down, wearing a seductive, lewd smile, enjoying the ticklish sensation from me sucking her beautiful feet.

I rubbed my hands together in her beautiful peep-toe high heels, my erect glans sliding along the inside of the shoe, from front to back. The soft leather inside felt wonderful on my glans, and I felt some uncontrollable fluid leaking out, wetting the leather insole. The friction on my glans became smoother and more stimulating.

My mouth, which had been licking her silk-stockinged foot, grew tired. Xu Youlan then used her soft, white-stockinged feet, which exuded a strong, pungent smell of sweat, to rub against my face, massage my eye sockets, slide across my cheeks, lift my chin and gently tease it, or tuck her soft, silk-stockinged heels into her mouth, hooking the toes of her sheer stockings and rubbing them against my lips. I buried my nose deep in the arch of her white-stockinged foot, inhaling deeply the alluring fragrance.

My hand, holding the high heel, rubbed faster and faster. Xu Youlan noticed the change in my penis. She removed her silk-stockinged foot from my face, arching her white-stockinged foot, which was now covered in my saliva, and extended it towards the high heel I was holding.

My hard glans rubbed against the shoe again and again. Xu Youlan's beautiful white silk-stockinged feet gently pressed down on my penis, slowly stepping on it, gently rubbing and stroking it back and forth. I breathed heavily. The fleshy, silk-stockinged soles of her feet brushed against my glans, and a strong stimulation mixed with the smooth feeling of the silk stockings came over me. I couldn't take it anymore.

I held down Xu Youlan's beautiful white silk-stockinged foot with one hand, supporting her high heel with the other, tightly clamping my hard penis between them. Her soft, white silk-stockinged foot pressed tightly against my penis. I ejaculated, my penis bursting forth like a dam breaking, white semen gushing out in gushes, shooting into her high heel and onto her white silk-stockinged heel. I breathed heavily, pulling out my penis and ejaculating several times onto the smooth instep of Xu Youlan's silk-stockinged foot. Watching the viscous semen slowly slide down her slightly raised white silk-stockinged hamstrings, I grabbed Xu Youlan's small, silk-stockinged foot and smeared the remaining semen from my glans onto the toes of her white stockings. The white semen and her bright red toes, wrapped in a thin layer of white silk, complemented each other, creating a scene of utter lewdness and sensuality.

Xu Youlan let out a lewd and joyful laugh, looking at her semen-covered white silk-stockinged foot, she wiggled it a few times with a look of delight.

I slipped the peep-toe high heels, now filled with white semen, onto Xu Youlan's incredibly sexy and wanton feet. I gently fastened the heels, letting her white silk-clad feet sink into the shoes, and then placed her heels back on the ground.

Xu Youlan took a step, and a thick stream of semen was squeezed out from the edge of the high heel, mostly from the heel. The pale yellow, viscous semen slowly flowed down the glossy edge. A glistening, almost bubbling stream of semen was squeezed out from the peep-toe of the high heel. Several fleshy red toes, wrapped in white stockings, mingled in the surging white semen. The semen-soaked tips of the white stockings glistened translucently, shimmering in the light—lascivious yet beautiful, utterly sexy.

I pounced on Xu Youlan, thrusting my still-wet penis into her overflowing vagina. Even after ejaculating, my penis showed no signs of weakness, hardening and relentlessly pounding into her beautiful opening. Xu Youlan moaned softly, letting out pleasurable groans, accompanied by wanton laughter. She lifted her semen-covered, high-heeled, white-stockinged leg and draped it over my shoulder. The pretty high heels swayed gently on my shoulder with each thrust, and a few drops of white semen trickled down her white, silky instep.

I fucked Xu Youlan hard, my lower body moving in and out of her vagina with powerful thrusts. Her soft vaginal walls were stretched out and then plunged in again, sending my penis to the peak of pleasure.

I thrust and thrust, relentlessly. Xu Youlan's white-stockinged legs, draped over her shoulders, bounced back and forth, forming an arc of climax. Semen from her high heels dripped down her white-stockinged calves, leaving several noticeable streaks of varying lengths, some even dripping onto my back—it was truly lewd.

While I was fucking her beautiful hole, I squeezed Xu Youlan's soft, large breasts, sucking on them noisily. The nipples, erect and hard, tasted wonderful. Xu Youlan and I were both immersed in a thoroughly enjoyable sexual encounter, our lower bodies sucking, entwining, binding, tying together, our genitals unwilling to leave each other even for half a second.

We rolled back and forth on the ground, sometimes she rode me like a horse, cheering as she sat up, her large breasts swinging high, slapping against her white, soft bosom with a loud slap; sometimes I plowed her like an ox, the plowshare sharp and powerful, turning over the soft, moist field. Deep, dark jade cave, streams of lustful fluid flowed out, her lower body a mess. My thick, round penis tirelessly plowed in and out of the overflowing, wet passage. Xu Youlan arched her body, her cheeks flushed, her eyes tightly closed, resisting my fierce onslaught. A few strands of hair, damp with sweat, clung to her forehead. Her white-stockinged legs and high heels were nowhere to be seen; her toes were stretched out behind me with all her might, she was immersed in an incredibly exciting climax.

Just as I was relentlessly fucking Xu Youlan's two white-stockinged legs, the door was suddenly kicked open. I turned my head and saw the face of an angry old man—none other than Xu Youlan's father, Tirion Fordring. Tirion Fordring, wielding the sharp Ashbringer, fiercely swung it at me, shouting, "You despicable undead, how dare you defile my noble daughter! Die!"

My heart skipped a beat. I tried to pull my penis out of Xu Youlan's vagina, but I couldn't. I pulled and pulled, but it was like it was rooted to the spot, tightly bound inside her vagina. The Ashbringer was getting closer and closer to my head. I never imagined that I would be killed by her father while fucking a beautiful woman. Was it luck or misfortune?

No, I have to pull it out. I can't die like this. I pull, I pull, I pull! Xu Youlan's vagina had an astonishing grip, tightly coiling and twisting, pulling my penis deeper and deeper, tighter and tighter, refusing to let it leave. I'm dead, I'm definitely going to die this time, I'm really going to die, being hacked to death while having sex with a woman… A white sword light slashed across my body. My penis retracted, about to leave Xu Youlan's vagina, when suddenly Xu Youlan beneath me cried out urgently, "Don't leave me, no, no, no, continue, continue, continue…"

I suddenly woke up. It turned out that everything just now was a dream, and back in reality, I had somehow already taken Xu Youlan. At this moment, I was naked, intertwined with the equally naked Xu Youlan, my thick penis inserted into her vagina, inserted powerfully and deeply. I had just woken up from the dream and raised my upper body. Xu Youlan thought I wasn't coming, hence her words.

New Year's Eve Extra Chapter:

A cold wind blows, biting to the bone.

I walked alone on the empty street, all around me silent.

Today is Lunar New Year's Eve, the eve of the Lunar New Year. Everyone is home reuniting with their families—eating their New Year's Eve dinner and watching CCTV's gala. Only people like me, far from home, are left on the streets. A few poor souls, unwanted and uncared for, wandering like lost ghosts!

I continued my sorrowful wandering, unable to go home—my parents have gone on their honeymoon! Ugh…

Surrounded by beauties (but with no one by my side), how many people can understand this loneliness?

Living like this is just too damn miserable!

It's Lunar New Year's Eve! Sigh… another lonely Lunar New Year's Eve!

Sigh… what can I do? I'm just a nobody!

After a year of misfortunes, I thought this year would be different? I thought I'd finally risen from the ashes, a sparrow becoming a phoenix, and that the women I'd had intimate relationships with would be vying to be with me. But it's all the same! I'm still a small, unwanted, pitiful wretch, still an insignificant nobody!

Fine! What else can a nobody do? This is how it should be! This is the tragedy of a nobody!

Heh, my close women and friends! They're really something!

Fang Jing: Zhao Bo, I'm sorry! The company has a New Year's Eve thank-you party, I can't get away! I'll definitely be with you on New Year's Day!

Youlan: Honey (we're not married yet, this is too cheesy), we're celebrating the New Year together at home! Why don't you come with me?

Xue Xinxin: Celebrate New Year's Eve together? The anti-tank project has reached a critical point, national interests come first!

I don't have time!

Sun Qian: Sorry, the number you dialed is not in service. Please leave a message after hearing a "beep"...

Zi Yue: I just changed my phone number recently, looks like she's avoiding some trouble again.

Jin Yanqian: Forget it! Thinking of her reminds me of that old hag, disgusting!

Shangguan: I'm a little embarrassed to invite her! After all, we're just ambiguous, there's no real relationship!

Xinran: Sigh... Haven't heard from her in a long time, wonder how she's doing?

Lu Meifeng: Xue Xinxin isn't coming, so why would she?

Gong Feihua: Come on! What would this lesbian do with me if she came? Ugh...

Lu You: Dude, I'm going home for the New Year! Let's drink, chat, and pick up girls together after the New Year! Everyone mind their own business during the year! No time wasters please!

Damn it...

Thinking about it carefully, I've met quite a few women this year, but I can't get any of them tonight! Not even someone to warm my bed!

What a failure! Utterly failed!

Fine! I guess I'll just have to live alone!

They say a small person should act like a small person—"I laugh defiantly at the sky, leaving my mark on history!"

Bah, bah, what is all this nonsense! A complete mess!

What's wrong with living alone? Ordinary people should act ordinary. I'm into loneliness, I want solitude!

This year I'm spending it all alone, no one wants to come (well, no one wants to come anyway!).

Shaking my utterly chaotic head, I lit a cigarette and continued wandering the nearly deserted streets…

As the streetlights came on, the aroma of New Year's Eve dinner filled the air. It smelled so good, the smell of happiness, the smell of reunion.

Inside the opulent, palatial villa—Shangguan Yunqing gently swirled the red wine in her hand, sipping it slowly. A blush rose to her cheeks with each sip, and her eyes became more moist than usual. Yet, now, her eyes held a hint of resentment and melancholy; one wondered who this beauty harbored resentment towards.

She sipped her wine alone, seemingly somewhat lonely, occasionally shifting her position on the sofa. Her jade-like legs crossed, the black stockings revealing a smooth, satin-like sheen. Her rhinestone-studded high heels, one heel digging into the carpet, the other toe upturned, sparkling with tiny diamonds like stars. The shimmering light made the black stockings in her shoes appear both elegant and luxurious. With a slight straightening of her posture, her full breasts almost burst open the front of her pale white shirt beneath her blazer, trembling and capable of drawing the gaze of every man around her. (Of course, if there were a man beside her at that moment!)

She felt a faint, restless heat coursing through her chest, as if some kind of desire, stirred by loneliness, was slowly burning within her—a desire born of loneliness that was truly unbearable!

She sighed softly, resting her hand on her smooth cheek, tilting her snow-white neck back, and taking a sip of deep amber wine from her small, rosy lips. She swallowed slowly, her eyes growing increasingly hazy…

"So lonely!"

A hint of melancholy escaped her sensual lips, leaving a fiery red lip print on the rim of the clear glass.

On New Year's Eve, Shangguan Yunqing should have been part of a lively family gathering, but for some reason, she chose to remain alone in her villa, sipping her red wine. She couldn't tell if she was savoring the wine or her loneliness.

Her parents' discord had been long-standing, and she didn't want to force herself to spend the Spring Festival in a relationship built on superficial harmony. She feigned illness to avoid the family gatherings.

She also didn't want to see her disappointing fiancé, so she retreated to her villa alone. Gong Feihua had promised to come and keep her company, but unexpectedly, she left... "I'm such a pigeon. I should have found someone else to keep me company..."

Shangguan grumbled, mentally berating Gong Feihua.

It's still early, maybe I should find someone else?

Who should I ask?

Zhao Bo?

For some reason, Zhao Bo's name was the first thing that came to mind...

Hmph, that damn Zhao Bo, he didn't even call on New Year's Eve. Does he really have no place in his heart at all?

Hmph, he's probably surrounded by beauties right now, I just don't know which ones.

That jerk, he's so infuriating! Even if I'm not as good as Youlan or Xinxin, can't he even make a New Year's greeting?

Forget it, I'm not thinking about him anymore! I curse him to have bad luck all year round!

(On the street, I sneezed, thinking to myself, "I'm already having enough bad luck! Who's still adding insult to injury and cursing me?") Yun Qing felt a surge of irritation. She took a large gulp of red wine, the heat of the alcohol instantly coursing through her body, making her feel hot. A slight tingling sensation spread through her bloodstream, and a sudden fire of desire ignited within her...

The intense desire drove her to rip open her blouse, a button flying off and landing in the wine glass that had just been placed on the coffee table. Her braless breasts bounced and swayed, revealing her... She extended a slender, slender finger, dipped it in red wine, and smeared it on her rosy nipples…

Suddenly, she winced and cursed, “So spicy! Did they mix industrial alcohol into this 1982 Lafite?”

Her finger slowly moved downwards, sliding down her sexy figure until it disappeared into that alluring dark forest…

Stimulated by the wine-dipped finger, a fiery sensation instantly arose on her nipples, yet it had a unique flavor. She gritted her teeth and rubbed them a couple of times, and that area, like a French snail, slightly exhaled a little sticky saliva.

She bit her lip and inserted her finger into her vulva… She reached for the sticky fluid, a slight regret creeping into her regret about the rhinestones on her nails, the scratching causing a slight sting to her tender skin. But after digging a few times, it became even more slippery inside; the hard rhinestones, coated in the fluid, provided an even greater stimulation.

She stretched her neck, raising her silk-stockinged legs high, her body undulating rhythmically, her legs swaying with each movement, humming softly through her nose, her fingers deftly digging and picking—glistening trails of fluid meandered along the thin stockings.

Suddenly, she trembled violently, letting out only a soft moan before biting her lip. Her lips, her legs tightly gripping her hands, her fingers clenching spasmodically.

A thin, viscous liquid gushed out, and she sank deep into the sofa, panting heavily. Her two previously raised, silk-clad legs slammed heavily onto the coffee table, causing the half-full glass of red wine to slosh violently. After a while, she brought her fingers to her face, only to find them covered in a thick, white liquid with a slight foam…

Industrial alcohol poisoning! Red wine turned into an aphrodisiac, its effects comparable to "I Love a Strawberry"! Only one thought remained in her mind: A man, I want a man!

She stared for a while, then suddenly screamed. The seven rhinestones that had been set into her nails that afternoon were now gone, leaving only two, gleaming with a lonely, lewd light.

Yunqing stared blankly at her fingers, sighing inwardly: though she had comforted herself, the loneliness in her heart hadn't lessened in the slightest—still loneliness!

The temporary release of desire was like waves crashing on the beach; one wave receded temporarily, but a larger one was already crashing in.

Shangguan Yunqing felt increasingly restless, as if the atmosphere in the room was about to be ignited by her own lust.

She couldn't bear it any longer, stood up, and couldn't wait to breathe in the fresh air outside.

She grabbed her coat, dressed herself, pushed open the villa door, and swayed her pink hips as she walked out.

********** ...

Standing amidst the few passersby, the loneliness intensified. Several pedestrians brushed past me expressionlessly; who would comfort my loneliness?

A thousand thoughts welled up within me: Women! You're nowhere to be found when I need you, yet you're always around when I don't! God! I've never begged you before, but now I beg you, give me a woman! Anyone will do, just let her keep me company on this lonely New Year's Eve!

Pleading in my heart, I slowly looked up—ah! Shangguan Yunqing?

The street was new, the sky was late, not yet dusk; the road was a sidewalk, not a narrow path, and there were no crows!

Yet standing amidst the few passersby, the loneliness intensified. Several pedestrians brushed past me expressionlessly; who would comfort my loneliness?

A thousand thoughts welled up within me: Men! You're nowhere to be found when I need you, yet you're always around when I don't! God! I've never begged you before, but now I beg you, give me a man! Anyone will do, just let him keep me company on this lonely New Year's Eve!

I prayed silently, and slowly I looked up—ah! Zhao Bo?

On a lonely New Year's Eve, two lonely hearts collided, and sparks of desire ignited…

************ I never imagined that in my most desperate moment, God would bring this beautiful woman to my side. Was this fate?

Or destiny?

Never mind, my dick down there tells me tonight's the one, I can't miss this chance...

"Heh, Sister Yunqing" (Zhao Bo) "Ah, Zhao Bo?"

(Shangguan Yunqing) "It's me! I really didn't expect to meet you here!"

(What a coincidence) "Yes...yes."

(What a coincidence) "What? Sister Yunqing didn't go to the party?"

(She's alone?)

"No...no, I wanted to walk around by myself! What about you? No one's with you?"

(He's alone?)

"No...no, nobody wants me!"

(Sigh...)

"Hehe, really? You, Zhao the Casanova, don't want anyone?"

(A rare opportunity, secretly delighted!)

"Heh..."

(Awkward) "Hehe..."

(Awkward) "Sister Yunqing, well...we're both alone right now, so...can you take me for a walk?"

(Say yes! You have to say yes!

) "Well...well...okay!"

(Hehe, now I'm not lonely, someone's with me!)

"Where shall we go?"

(Come to my house, come to my house!

"Let's go for a drink!"

) (Come to his house, come to his house!

"Drink? Sure! But it's New Year's Eve tonight, all the bars are closed." )

(Hehe, I have alcohol at home!

"Well... then you figure it out, anyway I want to drink! ") (

Going to his house is fine!

"Heh... how about... how about my house, I still have some alcohol!")

(Take her home, I must take her home!

"Ah... okay... alright! But Zhao Bo, don't misunderstand! Don't have any bad intentions!")

(He finally asked me out, hehe) "No... no, it's just drinking, drinking, you can rest assured, if I have bad intentions towards you, may I be struck by lightning!"

(No way!

As I was speaking, a bolt of lightning struck beside me!

"Heh..."

(He must have bad intentions! Hehe! I like it!

"Heh... an accident, an accident!")

(Could it be that miraculous?

"Hmph, you must have bad intentions!")

(Let's keep him hanging!)

"No! My conscience is as clear as the sun and moon!"

(Can't admit it! Absolutely can't admit it!)

"Well, okay then!"

(Heh, finally I can go to his house openly!)

"Good, I'll lead the way, this way."

(Heh, finally tricked her into going home!)

"Okay, let's go."

(Going, going!)

After a conversation, I led the equally lonely Shangguan towards home...

************ As I thought, when lonely men and women are alone in a room, how can they not do things? After a few half-hearted attempts, Shangguan Yunqing was already lying on the sofa, her face full of panic, but she couldn't resist the desire in her heart. My long penis was erect outside my pants. After Shangguan Yunqing frantically masturbated a few times, I inserted it into her secret place. Oh, so hot, so wet.

(Heh, I just realized she came without underwear. She must be a little lonely!)

(Am I being too casual? We haven't even had a drink yet...)

Yunqing was panting beneath me as I worked my magic, moving in and out. My hand slipped inside her shirt. "You're not wearing a bra?"

I exclaimed.

"I...I..."

Her face was flushed. (Oh no, no bra, no panties, isn't this just using the guise of looking for a man?)

My penis hardened again, and I thrust deeper and faster into her secret place. (There's no reason for a woman using the guise of looking for a man to not be satisfied.)

Yunqing was red-faced, but she breathed heavily, enjoying each of my thrusts. Her half-closed, starry eyes paid no heed to my exclamations. Her two black-stockinged legs were wrapped high around my waist, the tightness of the wrapping not at all like she was trying to push me away, but...what exactly is that in that secret place? Hard little bumps, making me feel numb and weak...

(His thing is so big, my flesh is flipped, flipped, and flipped again... mmm... so comfortable...

I need to hold my silk stockings tighter, tighter, tighter, let it in a little more, a little more, oh... yes yes... deeper... so long, so long, long enough...

I thrust in and out rapidly, Shangguan Yunqing's vagina was overflowing with hot, moist fluid, suddenly those few things that were moving around everywhere, one of them even slipped onto the glans, you should never go there, such a sensitive place.)

I tried to get rid of that thing, lifting Shangguan Yunqing halfway off the sofa and thrusting into her. Her hands instinctively hooked around my neck, and her silk-stockinged feet draped over my arms. But with this thrust, the thing went even further into my urethra, with a few small, slippery particles rubbing against the lower edge of my glans. Did this cunt secrete

some kind of fleshy secretion? (Did this cunt grow teeth? Did I fuck it until it was full of them? Luckily, the particles weren't very big, but the pain was still unbearable. Oh well, I kept thrusting.

I thrust into Shangguan Yunqing again and again, but the thing seemed to be playing tricks on me, relentlessly teasing me on the urethra, making me feel numb and unbearable. I had to lift Shangguan Yunqing off the sofa, letting her hang on me in a V-shape. The soft, plump, and dripping vagina at the bottom of the V-shape joined my penis, and I tried to shake the thing off with this position.

(Ugh...this...this guy is so strong, doing it while I'm hanging on...this...this is my first time, right...oh no...the high heels are going to fall off...

I arched my back and tossed Shangguan Yunqing around, unaware that the high heels on her stockinged feet, stretched straight behind me, were already up to her toes, swaying precariously with each up-and-down motion.

She gripped my neck tightly, reaching for the shoe with one hand, trying to put it back on, but with that effort, her vagina tightened even more, a very pleasurable sensation. She continued to reach for the high heels, her vagina tightening again, the granules rubbing away from the urethral opening, but sliding back and forth on the tip of my glans, that excruciatingly tingling sensation coming at me relentlessly, making it impossible for me to resist. I had no choice but to toss Shangguan Yunqing high and down forcefully, trying to brush off the granules, and Shangguan Yunqing let out a howl.)

(Aww... It's so big, so deep, I'm going to be fucked to pieces, fucked to pieces... How can he be so good... It's coming again, it's coming again, he's sitting down again, all the way in, all the way in, ah, all the way in... He pulled out, empty, empty, he sat down again... Oh, so good... So full... So strong, so hard...)

"Shoes...shoes, shoes...shoes...shoes..."

Shangguan Yunqing cried out for shoes as I pounded into her.

I turned around, my hands still moving, tossing her up and down violently several times. One of her high heels dangled from her heel, wobbling, and finally fell to the floor with a thud. A small, lustrous black-stockinged foot, taut with the climax of orgasm, hung behind me. Her deep red toes were encased in a thin layer of black stockings, strikingly beautiful. A gold anklet of moderate thickness was neatly wrapped around her ankle, adding to her elegant and noble appearance.

Why was I still concerned about those high heels?

Perhaps it was the sight of those sexy black stockings that stimulated me, along with that beautiful, delicate foot, and the raw, alluring aura it exuded. The opulent aura of wealth, typical of those raised in affluent families, infected me. The thought of such a beauty in my arms, her beautiful vulva being thoroughly penetrated by my crude, large penis, her mouth emitting wanton moans, her lower body gushing with lustful fluids—how could I resist such stimulation?

My semen gushed forth, her black-stockinged legs behind me clenching tightly inwards. We held each other tightly, almost stopping our breath.

Shangguan Yunqing in my arms gritted her teeth, her arms wrapped tightly around me, her contracting lower body gripping my long, hard, still-throbbing penis. Her vagina was taut and strong, with even slight expansions and contractions, yet it was incredibly tight. I could even feel her vagina causing my anus to open and then tighten again.

(Ah...I'm dead...I'm lost...orgasm, such a violent orgasm...so much water, I need to tighten it, tighten it, fuck it to death, fuck it to death...oh, I'm dead, I can't take it anymore, I really can't...my legs are cramping, why are my toes so tense, ah...ah...blood is flowing up, my feet are sweating, that silk is so soft, it feels so good...ah ah...I can't hold it in, don't fart...my anus is open, no, I need to tighten...tighten...it's open again, tighten...tighten...oh oh...) "Waaah... I... I'm a complete mess, a complete mess. I'm a bad woman, waaah... I'm a bad woman... "

I put Shangguan Yunqing back on the sofa, my arms exhausted. Panting, I pulled out my penis. Several diamond-like particles, soaked in white foam, clung to it, glittering.

I picked one up and held it very close to my eyes. "A diamond? A diamond! I don't understand how there could be a diamond in your cunt. Is it a diamond?"

I held the diamond in front of Shangguan Yunqing's eyes, and she gasped, "Ah—"

"Did I fuck a diamond cunt today? Giving me diamonds during the New Year is such a surprise! Why hide it like this? So secretive!"

"You're the diamond cunt!"

Shangguan Yunqing retorted, embarrassed and annoyed, snatching the rhinestone from my hand. Unexpectedly, her lower body contracted, and several large spurts of the semen that had been ejaculated inside her flowed out, carrying several even more dazzling rhinestones that hung outside her vaginal opening. One of them was coated in sticky semen, hanging from the tip of a few tangled pubic hairs, sparkling.

"You still say it's not a diamond cunt? Look at this! It's all flowing out. So your cunt can produce diamonds? Let me see if there's any more."

I reached into her vagina and touched it. Besides my hand full of semen, there was nothing else. "Oh, so it's a limited edition."

I casually smeared the semen on her black stockings. Several streaks of semen hung on her calves, creating a stark contrast with the black stockings. I continued, laughing, and asked her, "Tell me, what's going on here?"

"You...you...you..."

Shangguan Yunqing was speechless for a moment.

Just then, there was a knock on the door; someone had come to visit. (Who is it? Who's here?)

"Who is it?"

I replied.

"It's me. Youlan!"

(Youlan?

No kidding! She couldn't have come earlier or later, but of all times, right after I finished with her sister! Good heavens!)

Shangguan Yunqing and I were in a panic, quickly cleaning up the mess. I dragged Shangguan Yunqing into the bedroom, searching left and right – there was nowhere to hide except for a large wardrobe.

Without thinking, I opened the wardrobe, ignoring Shangguan Yunqing's protests, and shoved her inside. Shangguan Yunqing, holding a high heel, crumpled it up and squeezed it into the wardrobe, saying angrily, "I'm not done with you!"

I pushed my semi-erect penis back into my pants, closed the wardrobe door, tidied myself up, and hurriedly went out to open the door. As soon as

the door opened, the impatient Xu Youlan threw herself into my arms, "Husband, I'm here to be with you! I missed you so much…"

"Wife, I missed you too..."

I was hugged tightly.

Her warmth and fragrance filled my arms, unlike Shangguan Yunqing's intense scent. Xu Youlan's was more delicate, like a rare orchid blooming in a deep valley. I hugged her tightly, quickly calming myself down.

Since we became boyfriend and girlfriend, when our feelings were strong, we called each other "husband" and "wife." This was our little secret, something no outsider could hear. Now, hearing this sweet and tender address from Shangguan Yunqing's ears must be incredibly nauseating.

Sure enough, there was a commotion in the bedroom. I imagined Shangguan Yunqing grinding her teeth, cursing me, this heartless philanderer. We'd just made love, and now she's all lovey-dovey with her sister.

(That damn Zhao Bo, he said a while ago that things weren't going well with my sister, just kidding. Now they're husband and wife, looks like I have no hope. So heartbreaking... I'm the one who's throwing myself at someone and nobody wants me. How could I be so pathetic, hiding in someone else's closet...)

"What was that sound?"

Youlan also heard the noise inside the house.

"Probably a mouse. There wasn't much noise."

I hurriedly explained.

"Mice? Would there be mice in this cold weather?"

Xu Youlan was about to step into the bedroom to check.

"Mice can be in the cold. Mice don't hibernate in winter, so it must be a mouse,"

I quickly added.

(Mice? Mice?...How did I become a mouse? A dignified group general manager, the eldest daughter of the Shangguan family, how did I become a mouse... Waaah... I've become a mouse! Are there mice this pretty?

You damn Zhao Bo, don't you even open your eyes... Are there mice this big and pretty? I'm not finished with you!)

As if on cue, a mouse suddenly darted out of the kitchen, climbed onto the windowsill, and disappeared through the window.

Xu Youlan and I both saw it. Xu Youlan breathed a sigh of relief, "So there really are mice. Looks like you should get rid of them; this place has become a mouse nest." "

Definitely, definitely. I'll buy rat poison after the holiday and poison these wicked mice,"

I hurriedly replied.

(Poison me? I'll poison you first. Who's the mouse?)

"Hey, what's this? Whose high heels are these?"

Xu Youlan pointed to a rhinestone-encrusted high heel lying on its side beside the sofa.

Ugh, during that fight earlier, Shangguan Yunqing dropped her high heels and forgot to pick them up. She must have stumbled into the bedroom, no wonder she was holding a high heel in the closet.

"Wow, such expensive high heels! The latest Italian Sergio Rossi style?"

Xu Youlan had already picked up the shoes and looked up at me, asking.

This… how do I explain this? In a panic, I blurted out, "No designer brand at all, just cheap knock-offs, only a few dozen yuan a pair."

(You're the one wearing cheap knock-offs! These are ordered from Italy, waited months to get them, worth four thousand euros!)

"A knockoff? No, look at the workmanship, the leather, the lining—it's really exquisite. It doesn't seem like a knockoff. These days, Chinese knockoffs have reached a point where they're indistinguishable from the real thing!"

Having been surrounded by designer brands since childhood, Xu Youlan was perfectly capable of spotting a real shoe. She scrutinized the high heel closely.

Growing increasingly suspicious, she suddenly said, "Tell me, what's this high heel? Whose is it? Tell me, did some woman leave it here?"

"No, there's no one there. I really bought these shoes from a street stall. I just... I just... I just... I just..." I stammered, trying to cover it up.

But Xu Youlan was no fool; with her sharp wit, she wouldn't let me get away with it. "With what? What? Tell me, with what? You didn't get together with another woman and bought her these shoes to win her over, did you? You're obviously no good. I was blind..."

Winning over someone? Those words reminded me, and I quickly changed to a sincere expression, saying, "I swear, I absolutely didn't do anything with another woman. With you, how could I dare? I bought these shoes to give to you." I

had to lie without batting an eye.

(Uh... uh... this... how can a man lie so passionately? Doesn't he even think before he speaks? Humph... all men are no good... Damn Zhao Bo, how could he give away my shoes without my permission?)

"A gift for me? Really a gift for me?"

Xu Youlan's cunning eyes stared at me.

I tried to remain calm. "It's a gift for you, really a gift for you. Why would I buy it if it wasn't for you?"

My eyes darted away instinctively, then, realizing something was amiss, I quickly met her gaze again, trying to be as gentle as possible.

When lying, you can't avoid the other person's eyes; that's the key to lying.

"You're so poor you bought me knock-off shoes?"

Xu Youlan was a little exasperated.

"They're not knock-offs, they're genuine. A friend who went abroad brought them back." I decided to go

all the way with the lie.

"You just said they were knock-offs?"

"I was just joking. I was afraid that if I gave you something too expensive, you'd think I stole or robbed it."

"You're so thoughtful! These high heels cost thirty or forty thousand RMB. Where did you get so much money?"

Xu Youlan was still a little skeptical. Good heavens

! Thirty or forty thousand RMB for a small pair of high heels? Damn it! Shangguan Yunqing, couldn't you have worn something cheaper? This lie is so convincing it's almost laughable.

"This...this...actually...actually, my friend said he wanted to give me a gift. I didn't want it, but he insisted. Later, I thought I didn't really want anything, so I told him, 'Why don't you help me pick something out for my girlfriend?' So he gave me these shoes. I didn't expect them to be so expensive."

I broke out in a cold sweat, wondering if she would believe me.

Xu Youlan's eyes darted around, seemingly incredulous, but her story was plausible, and she didn't press further about the shoes' origin.

"Then tell me, why is there only one high heel? If you were giving me one

, would you have given me one too?" Xu Youlan crossed her arms, her fingers dangling the high heel, and continued to ask me, "Where's the other one? You're not saying your friend only gave you one, are you?"

Uh, well… who would give away only one high heel as a gift?

Beads of sweat immediately appeared on my forehead. Suddenly, a brilliant idea struck me. I slapped my forehead, pretending to have just remembered, and walked into the bedroom, half-opening the wardrobe door.

In the darkness, Shangguan Yunqing's bright eyes glared at me with anger and resentment, clutching the high heel tightly.

I shamelessly ignored her anger and forcefully tried to snatch the high heel. After a brief struggle, I finally managed to grab it, and with a snap, I locked Shangguan Yunqing back in the dark.

(Ugh...that jerk...he really stole my shoes...I'm so angry...I can't cry, I can't cry...why...why are these tears coming...sob, I can't live anymore...)

I handed the shoes to Xu Youlan, "There's another one in the closet, I was just thinking of finding some packaging to wrap it up and bring it to you..."

"Honey, you're so sweet, you even thought of giving me shoes for Chinese New Year, these shoes are so pretty, I love them."

Xu Youlan looked down at the sparkly high heels in her hand, looking like a blissful little woman.

She must really believe what I said, I breathed a sigh of relief.

"Help me put these on."

Xu Youlan sat on the sofa, raising one leg.

In my earlier tension, I hadn't even noticed how captivating Xu Youlan's attire was tonight. Her wine-red tulle skirt was layered several times, each layer shorter than the last, flaring out like a ballerina's tutu.

Even more striking were her incredibly long boots, reaching above her knees and mid-thigh. The large, glossy leather quickly took my breath away.

The long, black boot shafts tightly encased her already alluring, slender legs, elongating her proportions. A butterfly, its metal buckle lifelike, seemed poised to fly away without her light steps. The long, studded heels added a touch of sharpness to the boots. What beautiful boots! I was almost reluctant to put them down.

"These boots are too long; I can't take them off by myself,"

Xu Youlan said.

I quickly bent down, unzipped the zipper on my calf, and grabbed my ankle. Xu Youlan pulled off her boot with a swift motion, revealing a beautiful foot encased in thin, almost invisible black stockings, still warm from the boot. My nose almost bled; a rush of blood rushed to my head, making me dizzy and nearly causing me to collapse. The boot clattered to the ground.

Xu Youlan seemed to have walked quite a distance; as soon as her stockinged foot came off the boot, she rotated her ankle a few times. Kiss... let me kiss... such beautiful stockinged feet! I was almost overwhelmed with desire; my heart was pounding! Although I was deeply addicted to stockings, kissing feet at the sight of them, and indulging in kissing stockings without restraint, was far too abrupt with the beauty before me.

I forcefully suppressed my desire, picked up a high heel, and slipped it onto those alluring, delicate toes. A few slender toes were encased in barely visible black stockings, their bright red toenails hidden within the shoe's groove. I gently fastened the shoe to the slender heel of her beautiful black-stockinged foot. Surprisingly, the shoe size fit her perfectly, not too big or too small, as if she had actually tried it on. The shimmering diamonds highlighted the sexy arch of her foot, rising from the calf to the ankle, with its arched bone and delicate, bluish veins. It seemed so delicate, almost too small to be grasped in one hand, yet too fragile to be bound together, all wrapped in a thin, almost invisible layer of black stockings. The black stockings peeked through her fair skin, shimmering with a dazzling light.

What a beautiful foot! I almost lost my senses, the urge to kiss it growing stronger and stronger.

I felt time stand still, my movements mechanical and stiff. With difficulty, I removed the other boot, a pungent scent of boots and socks filling my nostrils and penetrating my lungs. It felt as if a thousand pairs of stockings were roaming and caressing my limbs. I couldn't utter a sound, nor move an inch. My lower body tensed, hardening, and I held a high heel, but couldn't manage to slip it on.

Those exquisite, alluring silken feet, like a celestial being, were beyond the resistance of a mere mortal like myself. My rapidly pounding heart made me forget where I was. The high heel fell from my hand, and I pounced on the beauty on the sofa. Ignoring Xu Youlan's gasp, my large lips pressed against her rounded, fragrant mouth. Her fresh saliva smelled like orchids.

I cupped her face, kissing her delicate neck haphazardly. The subtle fragrance emanating from her collar intoxicated me.

"Wife, I...I...I can't hold back anymore, give it to me...give it to me..."

I cried out, my lower body hard as iron.

My voice trembled with heart palpitations as I frantically pulled up her light brown sweater, one hand slipping inside her bra cup to caress her soft breasts, feeling her breath, her soft body. The image of her black-stockinged feet that I had seen earlier lingered in my mind. Only when I was close to the owner of those black stockings did I feel that the stockings were mine, that they were mine.

"Husband...husband, don't rush...you...you're hurting me...tonight...tonight I'm all yours, do whatever you want, don't be so impatient, I came here to give myself to you...I...I'm your New Year's gift..."

Xu Youlan struggled in my arms, her breath sweet as orchids, scolding my impatience. Her movements revealed her shyness, yet also her desire.

What a wonderful person, giving herself to her boyfriend as a New Year's gift during the Lunar New Year.

I quickly stripped off my clothes and hugged her tightly. Her clothes were so soft, clearly made of the finest material. Even during the New Year, she hadn't forgotten me.

"Let me love you properly, love you properly..."

I murmured, my heart pounding.

I sacrificing myself to remove her stockings, I pulled away from Xu Youlan's embrace, leaning back and bracing my calves on the sofa. I held her bare, black-stockinged legs in my arms, our skin pressed intimately against the soft texture. I felt like I was dying inside.

"Honey, you can lick them if you want. These stockings were specially made for you. New stockings should smell wonderful, right?"

Xu Youlan encouraged me, her voice revealing her desire to fulfill my wish. What a lovely woman!

I rubbed her silk-stockinged foot against my cheek, feeling its smooth, silky texture. The friction of my cheek against her entire jade-like leg brought me immense satisfaction. I sniffed her soles, all the way down to her calves, down to the back of her knees. I kissed the stockings on her legs, licking them with my tongue, making a slurping sound, going back and forth, breathing deeply, not missing a single delicious sip of the stockings.

I opened my mouth and placed her soft heel inside, my lower teeth scraping along the black stockings, down the crescent-shaped arch of her foot to her slightly upturned toes, then back again, as if trying to scrape the silk and the fine white fabric of her sole into my mouth, my mouth filled with endless deliciousness.

"Ah...ah...hehe...you're tickling me, husband, how can you play with someone's feet like that? Your teeth are going to tear those stockings!"

Xu Youlan gasped, wanting to pull her foot away because of the tickling sensation.

It wasn't a true act of "taking in," but a real act of licking. I used my tongue, with my teeth, to lick the arched, delicate, jade-like foot. I took in the five alluring, tightly pressed toes, along with the semi-circular, reinforced toes—a color different from the rest of the stockings—and put them into my mouth.

A scent of stockings mingled with the fragrance of orchids and musk filled my mouth. The smooth stockings, the slightly chubby forefoot, the undulating toes, even the slight perspiration—everything about them sent waves of excitement through me, making me unable to control myself. My penis stood erect, proudly erect.

Xu Youlan giggled. I didn't know when she had kicked off her other high heel, pushed aside my massive member, and rubbed it against my stomach, from root to tip. The soft stockings slid away, and the gentle massage from her delicate palms was enough to almost bring me to my limit.

The veins on his penis bulged violently, and a few drops of viscous fluid uncontrollably oozed from his glans. With a twitch of her silk-clad foot, his incredibly elastic penis sprang up, a few drops of white semen flying out and landing on her thin silk-clad foot, leaving a trail of fluid that drew another giggle from Xu Youlan.

Xu Youlan withdrew the silk-clad foot from my mouth, and together with the one covered in semen, clamped it around my testicles, teasing and rubbing them, sometimes pressing and grinding them. I felt incredibly aroused.

She wriggled her toes, the thin black silk climbing up my thick, round shaft. With a push, my incredibly erect penis didn't fall down, but instead swayed back and forth against her silk-clad foot. I estimated that the length of her silk-clad foot only reached the lower edge of the glans, the fleshy glans completely exposed above her toes. I hadn't expected my enormous member to be longer than Xu Youlan's foot.

Xu Youlan smiled broadly, leaning comfortably against the sofa, her silk-clad feet rubbing my erect penis back and forth.

When I looked at her, I noticed she had already pulled down her small thong, a few fingers rubbing her pink clitoris. Her pink labia swayed from side to side with the manipulation, and a few trickles of moisture hung from the central slit. Her face was flushed, and she was slightly panting, all indicating that her desire was swelling.

How could I bear to let this beautiful woman go unsatisfied?

I gripped her silk-clad feet tightly, squeezing my penis between my fingers. My hands touched her soft, warm silk feet; my penis felt its exquisite texture. My penis became even harder.

As I stood up, with a soft moan from her, I thrust my massive member into her already wet vagina. A surge of intense heat coursed through her, her soft, tender flesh churning violently, waves of heat washing over her. The beauty in my arms groaned softly, her black-stockinged legs casually draped over my broad back, swinging gently.

Such beautiful silk-clad feet, such beautiful jade cave, such a beautiful jade woman. Perhaps she had been anticipating penetration for too long, the force of her vaginal contractions was very obvious, thirstily demanding each of my entry. The swirling flesh inside her made my entire penis feel comfortable and submissive. Thrust, thrust, thrust, and thrust again, thrust, thrust, thrust, thrust, thrust...

Soon she reached the ultimate orgasm, her lower body spasming with spasms, and one amazing wrapping sensation after another came from her vagina. My full-bodied semen gushed out, shooting every last drop deep into her vaginal canal. To match her orgasm, I thrust my penis even deeper, my large penis becoming even harder, filling her vaginal canal completely. She whimpered, as if unable to resist the onslaught of this ultimate orgasm, raising her pink fists and pounding them against my firm chest muscles.

"I hate you... I hate you... I died, I died, I died again, and I'm back again... It's all your fault... It's all your fault..."

Just as Xu Youlan's cries hadn't stopped, there was another knock on the door. Ugh, who is it now?

"Open the door, Zhao Bo, open the door... I heard someone inside." It

was Xue Xinxin's voice.

Oh my god, are Xue Xinxin and Xu Youlan, these two sworn enemies, going to meet like this? If this happens, they'll tear the house apart.

No, I have to hide, I have to hide.

Another flurry of activity ensued.

I dragged Xu Youlan into the bedroom. Where can I hide here? Without thinking, I shoved Xu Youlan under the bed and threw her high heels under the bed.

Xu Youlan stuck out her butt, her two stockinged little feet showing, half her body still outside the bed, seemingly unwilling to hide under the bed. I gave her a hard push, "Just go in now, put the sheets down and cover yourself." When I

got out of the living room, oh my god, her two high over-the-knee boots were still on the floor.

I picked up the two boots and went into the bedroom, opened the wardrobe door, and shoved them into Shangguan Yunqing's hands, whether she liked it or not.

(Uh… this… how did high heels turn into knee-high boots? You damn Zhao Bo…)

Shangguan Yunqing was about to say something when I realized I wasn't wearing any clothes. The knocking on the door intensified. If I didn't open it soon, I thought the house could be torn down.

I grabbed a large towel from the sofa, wrapped it around myself, and opened the door. A group of women swarmed in.

I stood there dumbfounded. You don't need so many people to catch someone cheating, do you? 囧…

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