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Chapter One: Midnight Passion ...
When
I woke up, my roommate, Ah Xiong, was on top of me. We were both under
the covers . I could feel that the buttons of my pajamas were loose. I wasn't wearing a bra,
and my underwear was askew.
Women's panties always have a very elastic edge, and if a man's penis is strong enough,
it can pry open that edge and reach the sensitive spot. Ah Xiong was doing just that. I could
feel him forcefully pressing against me.
Princess Huahua was still half-deflowered at that time. He had entered a little, but not completely
. I felt a pain and woke up.
I cried out, and Ah Xiong quickly covered my mouth.
I made a "mmm" sound. He whispered, "(Don't shout,
it'll be terrible if someone hears.)"
I didn't make a sound and tried to push him away, but he was in the most excited state at that moment.
He suddenly trembled violently, and that place became even stronger and throbbed. As he
throbbed , I twisted, and he slid away from my spot, wiping me on the outside. I closed my legs tightly, and
he was still trapped between my underwear and my legs.
Then I could feel something spraying on my body, and then he opened
my mouth.
I whispered, "(How could you do this? Get out of here!)
(But you didn't object)," he said, "(I thought...)
(Get out of here!)" I said.
At this moment, my sister on the upper shelf of the bed turned over and made a "uh-uh" sound. We both
froze.
At the time, my sister and I shared a suite in the small town of Xindian. The room wasn't small, with
a double bed . Ah Xiong rented another suite with our family, and we had a third room for
my parents. My sister would have been horrified if she knew we were sharing a bed, but thankfully she
was fast asleep, her breathing even.
I whispered, "Hurry up and leave!"
He climbed out of bed, grabbed his pants, and left the room.
My mind was in turmoil. I really liked Ah Xiong; otherwise, I
would have screamed long ago if he treated me like this.
But I couldn't entirely blame him. He didn't know I had a problem: I could
fall into a deep sleep, often oblivious to everything. A few times I'd woken up
on the floor, not even realizing I'd fallen. This time, I was relatively quick to wake up
.
He assumed my lack of objection meant consent.
I almost lost my virginity to him.
After he left, I got up and went to the bathroom.
He also got wet, just a little less than I had.
He whispered to me, "(You didn't lock the door again.)"
I said, "(I...we...)" "
(Go to sleep!)" I said, "(Don't make a sound!)"
I went into the bathroom and closed the door. I brought a change of pajamas and underwear.
The area around my body was sticky and fishy, which was really uncomfortable. I
turned on the shower and rinsed it clean. Fortunately, these things belonged to a
man I liked, otherwise I really wouldn't know what to do. It felt like no amount of water could
cleanse .
We had already had contact; he had penetrated a little, but I
still didn't know if I had broken my skin. I took a mirror to look at myself. I could see, but I
couldn't a difference, especially since I'm quite voluptuous, and that voluptuousness made it hard for me to see
clearly.
I finally put my clothes back on, and the stains soaked through. Fortunately, I often
soak my clothes like this when I have my period, so doing this wouldn't
arouse .
The next day, Ah Xiong came to bother me again. Dad went out to play cards in the evening, and Mom took my younger sister to
the supermarket to buy things (she asked my sister to carry them for her). Ah Xiong had already come home from work, leaving just
the two of us at home.
He came over and hugged me. We sometimes secretly touched hands, and sometimes he
would invite me to the movies, going out separately and coming back separately. It was because my mother didn't
often tell me that I should marry a rich man, unlike her,
who had to suffer for most of her life after marrying my father and never had a good life. Ah Xiong's income wasn't that good,
and if we went public, we would definitely fall out.
We had never hugged like this before, but after last night, he had already let in
—at least halfway—and he had the courage to hug me.
I couldn't bear to refuse.
He said, "Give it to me, Fang."
I said, "Are you crazy? My mom and sister could be back anytime."
He said, "Not now, come into my room tonight."
"No way," I said, "My mom could get up anytime, what would happen if she saw us
?"
"We can go somewhere else, rent a room in a hotel, you're
mine now."
"No!" I said, but I was really tempted.
He begged me, and I couldn't resist anymore, so I agreed, but I couldn't go right away,
I had to find another opportunity.
Luckily, I had to work, and he had to work too, we had to go out to work every day,
but whether it was really work or not was only known to us, but we had many opportunities
to go out . So
we both took half a day off to have a tryst.
I was really tempted, because we had been intimate last night, although it was vague, and I
didn't dare to try it. Since I had already tried it a little bit against my will, I wasn't afraid to try it for real
.
We met up at lunchtime, ate together, and then he took me to
a love hotel near Shuiyuan Road and rented a room there. He knew all about these places, and he admitted to me that
he had had several girlfriends before.
This was strange, I mean, regarding jealousy; it's unusual for men and women to be like this.
There's a big difference. Men often get jealous of a woman's past relationships, while women
are generally not jealous of a man's past relationships. The past is the past, unless that woman
reappears, then it's different. Perhaps if it weren't like that, then virgins would have to be paired with virgins
.
As soon as we entered the room, he hugged me tightly.
Things , like kissing, hugging, and caressing, we could do now. He also undressed us as we did so
. Later, when we were almost completely undressed, he took me to the bathroom for a shower. Being clean,
of course, felt much more comfortable and refreshing. He was very appreciative of my body, while I
was extremely curious about him.
We went back to bed together. He helped me lie down and knelt down on my chest. He
wasn't pressing down on me; his legs were on either side of me, but I cried out because
kneeling like that felt like an Iraqi cannon pointed at my face. So close
, it really felt like a threatening cannon.
He said, "(Don't you want to see clearly?)"
"(No!)" I said, "(It's so ugly.)"
He quickly turned around, so his back was to me, and he lowered his head to
kiss my most intimate part.
I said no again, but he gave me such a strong feeling that I enjoyed it and reacted
strongly, so I couldn't firmly object anymore.
I simply stopped making a sound, and I couldn't help but touch him with my hand.
His back was to me, and from this angle, it was a sight I had never seen in books
. It was ugly, but it also had a strange, indescribable attraction. I gently
played with and studied it, which made him even more excited.
Later, he turned around, hugged me, and kissed my lips. I quickly covered them with my hands
because his lips had just returned from that place. He chuckled and tore off some tissues to wipe it
, saying, "(I'm not afraid, are you?)
That makes sense. He can kiss me, but I don't dare to kiss myself?"
This made me feel that he valued me very much.
He valued me more than I valued him. He could kiss me there, but I was
afraid . I felt like his thing was a cannon mounted on a desert battlefield. But
maybe he was experienced? I said, "(Are you always like this?) I'd get
jealous
(No,) he said, "(Of course not, I only do this to you.
You're so clean—no one else has ever touched you!)"
I felt proud and honored again. Yes, it was my first time, and it was precious
.
He had already made some progress with just one slip.
My feeling was very different from yesterday. Yesterday I woke up with a sharp pain, perhaps because
he was too hasty last night. Now he was moving slowly, so I only felt a swelling without pain.
He reached the end, and my feeling was indescribable. I knew I had lost
, but at the same time, I had gained. I had gained him.
He couldn't just advance and retreat, retreating halfway before advancing again. Between these advances and retreats, I felt like I was
being electrocuted, as if my soul was floating in the sky.
He started slowly and gradually sped up, reaching his fastest point. I could hardly believe it.
If I had been told beforehand that he could do it so intensely, I certainly wouldn't have believed it, but
now the facts were proving it to me.
He brought me to higher and higher peaks again and again, and then he started trembling violently
. I could feel a throbbing inside him; I knew he was finishing without him saying anything.
After that, he lost his virility; it was like a sponge covering his bones, but the bones were gone
.
Later, he was automatically pushed out.
I lay quietly, sighing. My heart was a little panicked, but I didn't regret it. I
had thought it through before I did it. My panic was because I had taken a huge step in my life, and there was
no going back.
He left me like that, falling asleep right beside me. I didn't understand men's reactions
, and I was annoyed that he fell asleep as soon as he got what he wanted. Actually, I had fallen asleep involuntarily myself. I
'm special; I also fall asleep easily, and when I do, I fall into a deep sleep.
We started. I don't know if he did any foreplay, but I
only woke up when the feeling was intense.
He was thrusting intensely, and I reacted intensely as well.
Finally, it was over again.
He was no longer capable of another round, and we had enough time. We rested for a while
, got up, dressed, and left.
...
What will happen to Princess Flower? ... Please see Chapter Two. (Continuing the Romance) ...
Chapter
Two: Continuing the Romance
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home, I felt a burning sensation. When no one was watching, I had
to walk carefully; when someone saw me, I had to pretend otherwise.
I wouldn't dare go back to him for a week. He had begged me to, but I refused;
I was afraid of getting hurt.
We had such an intimate relationship, yet we had to pretend nothing was wrong at home
—it was truly difficult, and we weren't doing it very well either. My mother had already...
Several months later, one night, I woke up from a dream to find Ah Xiong had
secretly broken in again and was doing *that*, and it was very intense. I grabbed him tightly
and whispered in his ear, "(No, it's not safe today!)"
I had always calculated the safe period, although it wasn't a very reliable method,
it was a last resort.
I couldn't push him away, and I didn't dare to use too much force or make a sound; it was really hard
to avoid . He promised not to finish inside, and since he was already inside, I had no choice but to agree.
But he couldn't resist and ultimately didn't finish the act. I muttered a complaint,
but there was nothing I could do; I had already done what I shouldn't have. And just then, my mother...
She pushed open the door, turned on the light, and immediately became suspicious; this time she'd caught her red-handed.
A huge argument ensued. My mother wanted to call the police and accuse him of rape, but that was
impossible, and I wouldn't testify against it. As a result, Ah Xiong moved out the next day
.
My mother still couldn't prevent me from seeing Ah Xiong, though it was more difficult. She would call my company
occasionally to check if I'd taken leave, and I couldn't be late
coming home.
I felt the time for a showdown had come. I wanted to go with Ah Xiong and live with him; even if
life was simpler, I could survive.
I rushed to find him during lunchtime to discuss things. We could have lunch together and
plan .
When I got near his company entrance, I froze, because I saw him with his car
open. That's when I knew I'd been deceived.
He'd always had another woman.
Ah Xiong didn't see me, and I didn't go over to argue with him. Arguing was pointless
; he'd been lying to me all along. What good would it do to win him back? He would still
lie to me. If I couldn't win the argument, then it would be even more pointless, so I didn't say anything and just
left.

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