Peach Blossom Tribulation

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In life, there will always be people you meet, and things will always happen, whether you like it or not, whether you approve of it or not, whether you want it or not. They're there waiting for you, right on cue, as if it were destiny ...
For work, I needed to travel to Xi'an for a week. As soon as I got off the plane, I felt the warmth of the ancient city – 39 degrees Celsius! Although I've been here many times, I'm still captivated by its profound history and ancient charm every time I set foot on this land.
Our group of five arrived at the hotel and checked in at the lobby. We happened to run into two girls, around twenty years old and looking like students, who were also checking in. After chatting for a bit, we learned they were classmates visiting Xi'an. I didn't think much of it, finished my check-in, nodded to them, and went upstairs.
The next few days were extremely busy. Fortunately, nothing went wrong, and the project went smoothly. Most of my colleagues were visiting Xi'an for the first time, so they wanted to do some sightseeing. I was a bit tired and decided to take a bath and rest, so I didn't go. I gave them a break too. They went out on their own, of course, and I took a nice bath and then fell asleep in bed. When I woke up, the city lights were already on.
I suddenly felt hungry, so I decided to go out for a meal. I'd been wearing work clothes for the past few days, but now that work was over, I naturally discarded them. I chose a white halter-neck, backless dress. The hemline was just above the knee, the cut elegant yet sexy—it was my favorite. The only downside was that backless styles don't allow for bras. But that didn't matter; it was too hot, and wearing one would be uncomfortable. Being free was the most comfortable thing to do. Besides, who in Xi'an would recognize me? So, after putting on the dress and applying nipple covers, I twirled around a bit, felt pretty good, and then headed out.
The hotel is located in the city center, surrounded by countless restaurants. I must say, the noodles in this carbohydrate-rich city are simply amazing. After a satisfying meal, we strolled along the ancient city wall to digest.
The ancient city wall of Xi'an is tall and thick, comparable to that of Nanjing, and even surpasses it in scale. It is said to have been built during the Ming Dynasty. Walking beneath it, among the locals leisurely strolling, is incredibly comfortable and pleasant. After walking for a while, I unexpectedly discovered a row of small bars inside the city wall, their quiet and peaceful atmosphere captivating me. Without a second thought, I went into one.
The bar wasn't large, and there weren't many people. There were seven or eight tables, with three or four occupied, and a singer was performing around a small stage in the middle. I chose a corner and was about to sit down when I suddenly heard a surprised exclamation from beside me, "Oh, sister, it's you! What a coincidence!" I looked in the direction of the voice and saw two people sitting at the next table. Upon closer inspection, I realized they were the two female students I had met when checking in the other day. I must say, this was indeed a pleasant surprise, so I smiled and sat down with them. Seeing a plate of snacks and two bottles of fruit beer on their table, I called the waiter over and ordered a fruit platter and a case of six bottles of fruit beer. I ate and chatted with them.
The two girls were very talkative and chattering, and soon they told me everything about their lives over the past few days. The round-faced, fuller-figured girl was from Shandong, while the taller girl was from Northeast China. They had planned to visit Xi'an during their vacation and had already been there for three days, having visited almost all the major tourist attractions in Xi'an except for Mount Hua. They asked about my situation, and I simply said I was on a business trip, and that was it.
Perhaps it was because my work was finished and I felt less pressure, but I found myself chatting happily with two students who were seven or eight years younger than me. Before I knew it, we had been sitting in this little bar for almost two hours, and our third glass of wine was finished. Both girls' faces were flushed, and they were a little tipsy. Although I was still relatively sober, I was also feeling a bit dizzy.
As the old saying goes, "In vino veritas" (or "Intoxicated, people speak the truth"). After the two girls got a little tipsy , they inadvertently revealed their lesbian relationship. However, I didn't care. I've been through a few crazy times with my best friends. To be honest, although I'm not a lesbian, I quite enjoy the intimacy between lesbians. So, watching them being all lovey-dovey and affectionate under the influence of alcohol, I was happy to just enjoy the scenery.
As the clock struck midnight, I was exhausted from working for several days. So, I paid the bill and got up to leave. Seeing this, the two of them quickly got up as well, supporting each other as they walked out, their steps a little unsteady.
The three of us were waiting for a taxi by the roadside, but even after midnight, the crowds were still large, and many people were waiting for a ride. Besides, all three of us had been drinking, so drivers would just stop, sniff at us, and drive off without taking us. My hotel was less than a kilometer away, not even enough to cover the starting fare. After standing on the roadside for almost twenty minutes without getting a taxi, I felt a growing urge to urinate. I suggested to the two women that since it wasn't far, we walk back. Seeing that they didn't object, we helped each other along the tree-lined path outside the city wall.
It was nearly 1 a.m., and the once bustling tree-lined road was almost deserted. The three of us, though somewhat alone, felt relatively safe. As we walked forward, leaning on each other, the round-faced girl suddenly turned to me and said, "Sister, I need to pee." The taller girl chimed in, "Me too." Actually, I really needed to pee too; I'd drunk too much beer earlier and knew I'd need to. I'd planned to hold it until we got back to the hotel, but their words made it even more difficult. I looked around and spotted a small building not far ahead, its light still on. We quickly walked over, and thankfully, it was a public restroom, the kind that's unattended 24 hours a day. It was quite small, with only men's and women's stalls. However, for some reason, only the men's stall was open; the women's was locked. We didn't care and rushed into the men's stall.
Inside was a toilet seat! Damn it, how could a public restroom have a toilet seat? That's so unhygienic. But at this point, we couldn't worry about that. The round-faced girl stepped onto the toilet seat, pulled up her skirt, took off her underwear, and squatted down right in front of us. Immediately, a stream of clear water gushed from her genitals, splashing against the toilet bowl with a loud gurgling sound. The restroom was small, and I couldn't avoid it, nor did I intend to. I just turned slightly to avoid looking directly at her genitals. However, while she was wiping, I still caught a few glimpses. Six words to describe it: white, plump, and hairless.
The round-faced girl had just stood up when the tall girl took off her hot pants and squatted down. Similarly, the girl had no pubic hair, so it looked like she'd had it shaved. I was about to burst from holding it in after the tall girl finished urinating; actually, a little bit had already leaked out. Seeing that neither of them seemed to be leaving, I decided not to wait any longer. Feeling too embarrassed to urinate in front of them, I turned around, facing away from them, and stepped onto the toilet seat to relieve myself. Little did I know that this simple act would lead me into a romantic predicament.
Because I had reached my limit, my body was no longer under my control. I had just lifted my skirt, and before I could even pull my underwear down to my knees, a gush of urine shot out. It completely soaked my underwear, which was already half-undone. In addition, the toilet seat was quite slippery, and I had been holding it in for so long that my leg muscles and body were shaking, causing my foot to slip, my body to lose its balance, and as soon as I started urinating, my body fell backward.
I thought I was doomed; the bathroom floor was dirty, and I was sure I'd suffer a terrible fall. But just as I was about to collapse, someone caught me from behind. It turned out two girls had seen me about to fall and had caught me together.
This situation was even more humiliating than if I had simply fallen to the ground. Although they were holding me in their arms, I was still uncontrollably urinating, the powerful stream spraying directly onto the opposite wall. I struggled a few times, trying to stop the flow, but failed. This half-lying position, being forced to urinate, instantly instilled in me a shame I had never felt before, so intense that I even experienced a strong pleasure while urinating, my body trembling involuntarily. I simply didn't have the strength or courage to change my situation, so I let myself urinate in their arms, letting my naked genitals be exposed. I dared not open my eyes, dared not speak, dared not even breathe; I felt like I was going to die.
I finally urinated, and I instinctively tried to squeeze my urethra, but the last bit of urine trickled down my thighs and buttocks. I trembled as I slowly woke from my suffocating state. Seeing the two of them staring at me in astonishment, that feeling of utter shame washed over me again. I struggled to my feet, intending to put on my underwear, but seeing it was soaking wet, I tossed it into the trash can.
The round-faced girl looked at me quietly for a while before finally saying, "Sis, you're so sexy." Hearing this, I shuddered as if I'd been electrocuted. I turned around and gave her a reproachful glare, but didn't say anything. Instead, I straightened my skirt and squeezed out of the bathroom amidst their complicated and ambiguous gazes.
The three of them remained silent on the way, still clinging to each other as they walked. The round-faced girl kept trying to slip her hand under my skirt, but I repeatedly pushed her away. Once we got back to the hotel, the three of us went to their rooms one after another, as if on cue.
That night, we went wild. The three of us indulged in each other's bodies all night long. The arena of flesh was filled with youthful beauty, mature allure, soft moans, sucking and rubbing, releasing the deepest desires of human nature to the fullest, making it impossible to extricate oneself from the throes of passion.
And so we continued our absurd antics until dawn the next day. Only then, with unsteady steps and a weary body, did I return to my room, where the two girls were already fast asleep. I slept until the afternoon, nearly missing my flight.
I didn't ask for their contact information, and they didn't ask for mine. Perhaps this is the best arrangement: a once-in-a-lifetime experience, an unforgettable bond, an unforgettable fate. This must be a destined love affair.

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