I just love number 7.

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Upon entering the private room, Xiao Li first requested "The Vast Sky and Wide Sea," and the three cheered along. After the song, drinks and snacks were served, and the air conditioning in the room melted away the chill. Everyone took off their coats, revealing the curves of the two girls. Yin Mo sized up Number Seven, who stood up to open a beer, and realized she was quite tall. He hadn't noticed her height earlier due to nervousness, but she looked to be about 1.7 meters. She wore a red, tight-fitting turtleneck sweater, which made her neck appear long, paired with a black leather mini-skirt, black stockings, and knee-high boots, making her legs look very long. She was very thin, and her bust didn't seem large. Her ponytail gave her a girl-next-door feel. Yin Mo's crotch tingled against his jeans, and he felt a surge of blood in his lower body. Just then, Number Seven handed him a bottle of beer. Yin Mo took it, clinked bottles with her, and took a sip. Number Seven asked him what song he wanted to sing, and Yin Mo said he wanted to hear her sing one first. Number Seven smiled and nodded, putting down the wine bottle and walking towards the karaoke machine. There, Little Li and his "cousin Wan Jun" were singing "Hiroshima Mon Amour." Yin Mo watched the two swaying together, his gaze involuntarily falling on "Wan Jun." She was relatively voluptuous, with an alluring bottom. She wasn't very tall, about half a head shorter than Little Li. From the side, her noticeably full breasts appeared large against her pink turtleneck shirt. Black leather pants and high heels accentuated her legs, making one's imagination run wild. Her long, flowing hair added an intellectual touch. Lost
in staring at her thighs, Number Seven returned to Yin Mo's side after selecting her song. Yin Mo turned and asked her what song she had chosen. She smiled mysteriously, "It's one of my specialties. I even won second prize in the county competition with this song when I was in school!" Then she lowered her head, propping herself up on the sofa, and remained silent. Seeing the thoughtful expression on her face, Yin Mo's heart softened. He handed her the wine bottle, and the two of them took a big gulp. Number Seven looked up at him with a shy, innocent smile, revealing her white teeth. Yin Mo felt a surge of heat rush to his heart, his heart racing. Looking at her lips, he mustered the strength to kiss her, but then he heard Little Li shout, "Hei Tu, come and sing!" Number Seven stood up and said, "Coming," then picked up the microphone. The screen switched to her song, "Seeing the Smoke Again." Yin Mo couldn't help but smile and clapped. Little Li whistled into the microphone, then pulled Wan Jun to sit on the sofa opposite. The private room was spacious, with sofas on either side about six or seven meters apart. In the dim light, Yin Mo saw the two of them embracing and kissing. He smiled, then turned to look at Number Seven, who was singing. Her voice was beautiful, and her figure was graceful. Yin Mo felt intoxicated. He seemed to see the shadow of "Seven," the girl he had liked in his third year of junior high school—probably an elder, or perhaps "devil" would be more fitting. Listening to the beautiful singing and looking at the graceful figure, Yin Mo thought about why he had been so single-mindedly in love with that aloof "Seventh Aunt" for over eight years. There were plenty of beautiful women in the world. Lost in thought, he picked up his drink and downed half a bottle. He stood up, walked over to Number Seven, and kissed her on the cheek as she sang. Then, without waiting for her reaction, he went straight to the song selection counter, chose "Exaggeration," and sat down to watch Number Seven sing. After finishing her song, Number Seven returned to her original seat. The three of them applauded enthusiastically. The intro to "Exaggeration" began, and Yin Mo called for Little Li to come and sing along. Little Li kissed Wan Jun, picked up the microphone, and came over.
"If someone asks me, I'll answer, but I don't know..." Five minutes of immersive performance had the atmosphere boiling over. The two embraced and kissed passionately, their lips pressed together, their tongues intertwined, saliva exchanged. Yin Mo felt like his insides were about to burst, his whole body was burning, his penis erect, pressing against Number Seven's stomach. The kisses grew more and more frenzied. Yin Mo put his arm around Number Seven's waist and lifted her up. Number Seven stood on the sofa, and Yin Mo's right hand slipped under her skirt from her thigh, reaching her vitals. Number Seven shuddered and let out a groan. Bian Xiaoli and his companion were equally wild. A beer bottle on the table was knocked to the ground and shattered with a loud bang. The sound reached Yin Mo's ears, and he reacted as if electrocuted, jerking his head away from Seven's neck. Looking at Seven's flushed face, he firmly said, "Let's go!" Seven jumped off the sofa, her arms wrapped around his neck. Yin Mo helped her put on her coat, then dressed himself. Seven put on her scarf and grabbed her bag. The two walked out of the room one after the other, leaving Xiaoli and his companion, still full of passion.
Leaving the karaoke bar, Yin Mo held Seven's hand and jogged along the roadside. The cold wind blew on their faces, but it felt so warm, as if spring had arrived and everything was reviving.
Two hundred meters later, Yin Mo stopped in front of a small hotel to catch his breath. Looking at Seven, who was breathing heavily, he said, "Wait for me." He then went into the hotel, inquired about the room, paid the bill, took the room key, ran back outside, grabbed Seven who was watching him, and quickly went into the hotel.
Upon entering the room, Yin Mo turned on the air conditioner, took off his coat, and stood by the bed, breathing heavily. He looked at Number Seven, who was also breathing deeply, carrying a bag. They stared at each other for about a minute. Yin Mo reached out and put his arm around Number Seven's waist. Number Seven's height, combined with her high heels, made their kissing height perfect. Their lips met, their tongues entwined. Yin Mo removed Number Seven's coat and scarf, pulling her onto the bed. His engorged penis, constricted by his jeans, felt as if it would break. He kissed Number Seven's neck while unbuttoning his... He removed her belt, took off her jeans, and then her shoes. He crossed his legs and struggled to pull the jeans down from her ankles. His lips moved down her neck, biting her breast through her red sweater. Then his hands groped around her waist, reaching inside her sweater to pull out the thermal undershirt tucked under her leather miniskirt. His hands finally touched her skin, smooth as jade. Yin Mo's head fell to her waist, his legs dropping from the foot of the bed to his knees. She lifted her legs, which had been hanging off the bed, and wrapped them around his waist. Yin Mo lifted his head from her sweater and kissed her. He touched her belly, his tongue probing her navel, the tip pressing against the opening. Number Seven writhed on the bed, groaning. Yin Mo's hands continued to grope upwards inside her clothes, finally reaching her bra. His fingers slipped inside, revealing Number Seven's already small breasts, which appeared even flatter as she lay down. He could still clearly feel a soft flesh. Yin Mo's blood boiled. He pulled the bra up over her breasts with his thumbs, grasping one breast in each hand, his thumbs kneading the two protruding... As her nipples hardened, she groaned and writhed even more intensely. Yin Mo went mad, straightening his legs and pulling his hands back to Seven's waist, rolling up her sweater and shirt together, finally revealing her breasts. Yin Mo looked at her heaving chest; this was the first time he had ever seen a real woman's breasts with his own eyes. His breathing became heavy. Seven closed her eyes and writhed. Yin Mo quickly lowered his head, his lips reaching her nipples, licking them twice with his tongue, and then taking the entire nipple into his mouth. With his other hand, he kneaded another breast that had hardened and slightly enlarged.
Yin Mo felt blood seeping from his skin. Through his shirt, he could feel sweat flowing down his back. Number Seven's writhing thighs rubbed against his thick, wooden penis through his long underwear. Suddenly, he felt a surge of heat from his penis, which began to throb uncontrollably. Yin Mo thought, "Oh no, I'm coming!" He jolted off Number Seven and said, "Let's take a shower." He then pulled the still-writhing Number Seven up and helped her remove her top, her black bra, her skirt, and her boots. Her long legs, accentuated by thick black stockings, were incredibly long. Yin Mo silently murmured to himself, his long underwear bulging again. Number Seven sat on the bed, carefully removing her stockings, then ran barefoot into the bathroom in her black shorts. Yin Mo quickly stripped off his clothes as well. She rushed to the bathroom. Number Seven looked at him naked, turned her head away shyly, and took off her underwear. Under the light, her slender and graceful body and smooth skin were so alluring. Her hip bones spread out to the sides, and her buttocks formed a perfect arc that connected with her long legs. Looking at this, Yin Mo couldn't help but walk up to her and hug her from behind. His erect penis pressed against Number Seven's waist. Number Seven turned on the hot water and started rinsing her neck. Yin Mo kissed her earlobe, his tongue sliding down her neck. He bent his legs down, and his tongue slid down her back to her buttocks. Yin Mo grabbed her plump buttocks with both hands, his tongue kissing back and forth between her tailbone and the part of her buttocks. Finally, his mouth landed on one of her buttocks and gently bit it. Hot water flowed down from her bottom, overflowing into his mouth along Number Seven's skin.
Yin Mo felt a warm current overflowing from his penis. He stood up, turned Number Seven to face her, and then kissed her passionately. Number Seven had one arm around his waist and used the showerhead to spray water down his shoulder with the other. Number Seven's hand explored his body. Yin Mo, who was ticklish, kept contracting his waist. Finally, he couldn't help but break free from Number Seven's embrace and said with a smile, "I'm ticklish, how embarrassing." Number Seven smiled and said, "Being ticklish means you love your wife. Whoever becomes your wife is lucky." After saying that, she suddenly grabbed Yin Mo's erect penis with her left hand. Yin Mo's whole body trembled, and goosebumps appeared on his skin. Number Seven continued her actions, using the showerhead in her right hand to spray water on his penis while rubbing it with her other hand. Suddenly, Number Seven put down the showerhead, held two fingers of her left hand to hold Yin Mo's testicles, and used her right hand to pull back and forth on the foreskin. Then she half-squatted down, took his penis into her mouth, and stirred it with her tongue. Yin Mo couldn't help but cry out "Ah~" The sound sounded painful, but he felt like he was floating on air.
Number Seven moved her head back and forth, her tongue swirling incessantly on the glans. Yin Mo tensed his legs, contracted his buttocks, and looked up at Number Seven, her hair disheveled. He then reached out and tucked her hair behind her ears, mimicking the actions in adult films, placing his hands behind her head before closing his eyes and savoring the stimulation.
The soft tongue, the warm saliva, the testicles being rubbed back and forth—Yin Mo groaned incessantly. Two minutes later, he finally couldn't hold back any longer; a surge of heat erupted once more, his penis throbbing violently. He heard Number Seven gag below. After several more throbbings, his penis finally calmed down. Number Seven removed her mouth, spitting the semen onto her hand. Yin Mo smiled sheepishly, "Sorry, I couldn't control myself. This is my first time." Number Seven stood up and said, "The first time is always like this; it'll get better with time." Yin Mo took her hand, picked up the showerhead, and helped her rinse the semen from her palms. "What does it taste like?" he asked. Number Seven smiled, then kissed him, her tongue swirling in his mouth. Yin Mo tasted a slightly salty flavor. They washed themselves clean and returned to the room. "I have to go," Number Seven said, drying her hair with a towel. Looking at her naked body, Yin Mo thought how much better it would be if she weren't a prostitute. His penis hardened again. He walked over and put his arm around her waist, saying, "Let's do it again."
"It'll cost extra, brother," Number Seven said, throwing down the towel and bending down to put on her clothes.
"Fine, I'll pay. We haven't even entered the tiger's den yet!" Yin Mo said, rubbing his penis against her buttocks.
"The tiger can't be seen, wear a condom," Number Seven said, still adjusting her clothes.
A surge of male desire to conquer rose within Yin Mo, and he took the opportunity to push Number Seven onto the bed from behind. Number Seven struggled, saying, "No, no, I have condoms in my bag." After rummaging in her bag for a while, she pulled out a condom, tore it open, and handed it to Yin Mo, saying, "Put this on!"
"No way, I've never worn one before..." Yin Mo said with a wicked smile.
Number Seven pulled away and sat on the bed, putting the condom on Yin Mo, who was kneeling. As soon as it was on, Yin Mo couldn't wait to push Number Seven down, but his penis poked around between her legs for a while without finding a spot. Number Seven chuckled and said, "Lie down, look, you're sweating."
Yin Mo obediently lay down, and Number Seven straddled him, half-squatting, rubbing his penis against her buttocks several times. With almost simultaneous groans from both of them, Yin Mo's penis finally entered the woman's vagina for the first time. This tight, warm feeling was something that could never be simulated by the palm of his hand. Yin Mo lay there, his legs tense and motionless, afraid that if he moved, he would never be able to enter again. Number Seven groaned as she sat up and down, and through the condom, she could clearly feel the slippery fluid overflowing from her vagina.
Number Seven moved her body up and down, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, and Yin Mo slowly relaxed. He opened his eyes and looked at Number Seven above him. Her brows were furrowed, her eyes slightly closed, and her expression was indistinguishable between pain and pleasure. The two small mounds on her chest finally showed their unique feminine charm due to gravity. Number Seven seemed to be running out of strength, and her body slowly moved back and forth while sitting on him. Yin Mo reached out and rubbed her breasts, then sat up, and the two kissed again. His lips moved from her face to her breasts, trying to swallow the fleshy mound whole. Both of them were in high spirits. Yin Mo pulled Seven to the side with his arms around her waist, and the two of them lay on the bed. Yin Mo pressed hard against Seven's vulva, his penis firmly inserted into her vagina. He twisted his waist, pressing Seven down beneath him, and began to thrust violently. Seven grabbed his arms and kept moaning. After about a minute, the flood finally broke, and a hot stream rushed into the condom. His penis kept expanding and contracting on both sides, and after several times, he stopped. Seven's voice changed from painful cries to soft moans of pleasure. Having already ejaculated twice, this time the ejaculation wasn't much. Yin Mo collapsed onto Number Seven, his penis slowly shrinking. Number Seven reached for his penis, pinched the base of the condom, and pulled it out of his vagina, saying, "Get up, brother, I'm leaving, be good!" He called several times, but Yin Mo didn't move, only saying, "Lie down a little longer, lie down a little longer."
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Yin Mo woke up needing to urinate, light seeped in through the gaps in the curtains. Because of the curtains, he couldn't tell if it was daylight or a streetlamp. The room was dark. Number Seven was gone; he didn't know when she had left.
Yin Mo went to the bathroom and urinated, then returned to bed, took out a cigarette, lit it, and savored the memory of last night, feeling like he was in a dream. He took out his phone to check the time, but it was dead. He tossed the phone onto the bedside table and lay there, continuing to think about last night. He felt exhausted, but his penis became erect again. He couldn't help but masturbate. A spasm ran through him, and images of several women flashed through his mind. A few minutes later, semen spurted out, landing on his stomach. Yin Mo casually grabbed the blanket and wiped himself.
Suddenly, he felt hungry. The sounds of cars passing by outside indicated that it was already the next day. Yin Mo went to the window and lifted a corner of the curtain. It was a cloudy day outside, and he couldn't tell what time it was. He quickly washed up in the bathroom, put on his clothes, and then remembered his wallet. Lian Xin took her wallet out of her inner pocket. There were two hundred yuan and some change left. It was obvious that Number Seven had taken her share. Yin Mo smiled slightly, put the wallet back in his pocket, opened the door, and went down the stairs to the first floor. He felt his legs trembling. When he arrived at the hotel lobby, he saw that it was already 10:20 AM.
After deducting the room fee, the hotel returned 202 yuan to his deposit. Yin Mo bought a pack of cigarettes, then left the hotel. He ate a bowl of beef noodles at a nearby noodle shop, then walked back to his place. He bought a carton of fresh milk at the small supermarket in front of the community gate. The vomit they had left next to the security guard last night had been cleaned up.
Back at his place, Xiao Zhu had already gone to work on time, while Xiao Li, who had returned sometime earlier, was still fast asleep on the bed. Yin Mo charged his phone, then opened a bottle of milk, took a sip, lit a cigarette, and waited for his phone to turn on. His mind was still preoccupied with last night's events, feeling like he was still in a dream.
Finally, his phone turned on, and several text messages and calls came in, one from Fang Lu and the other from Xiao Zhu. He knew without looking that the number that had dialed several times was Chen Yulin's. There was also a text message, sent around 8 a.m. When Yin Mo saw the name on the message, he felt his heart turn to stone: "Oh my god, oh my god, what have I done? Don't I want my dream girl anymore... You don't owe her anything... Wake up, she doesn't care about you at all... How could I do this? I promised I would wait for her..." These two voices echoed in his mind, making him feel nauseous. He composed himself, opened the message, and it read, "I'm increasingly hating this city, lost and unsure of where to go." Yin Mo stared at the text message, his heart aching. He wanted to call her immediately, but he hesitated, filled with self-reproach, like a good husband who had cheated on his wife and didn't know how to face her.
Yin Mo took a couple of puffs of his cigarette, then called Xiao Zhu to explain the situation and reassure him. He then called Fang Lu, saying he had drunk too much and overslept, and wouldn't be going that morning. He had initially thought of asking Fang Lu to help him get a day off, but then decided it didn't matter.

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