[Reprinted] The Erotic Tales of the Love-Locking Curse (Part Fourteen)

Author: snow_xef

I've been much softer lately than before.

Many friends like Fang Tongtong, and after much consideration, I've added a
plot point in this update that I hadn't originally planned. I believe everyone can see it.

There will be a turning point, and everyone probably already knows that.

So, readers who have high hopes for their first love can
write the ending themselves at the appropriate point in this update, and delete a few lines to make it a complete ending.

I'm passionate about exploring dreams, so you can consider this a branch I've given.

I still hope everyone has a happy New Year.

Well then, see you next week~

This article was first published on Dongshengzhou Relationship Enterprise, Tianxiang Chinese, First Club and Forbidden Bookstore.

Please retain this paragraph when reprinting. Thank you.

(Sixty-four)

The itinerary arranged for the next day wasn't too tight, because the mountain we were going to was low and had far fewer people. Out-of-town tourists didn't really care, and local tourists were too lazy to bother. It was a typical case of being neither loved by the locals nor the tourists. It was only lively during the temple fairs in a few villages
in the mountains all year round . 　　So after checking out of their hotel in the morning, the young couple took a bus to the area, booked accommodation for the day, and decided to kill the rest of the morning at a nearby karaoke bar. 　　Being a small county town, the karaoke bars all had signs saying "Karaoke Room," and the soundproofing was so-so. From the counter where they paid, they could hear waves of wailing and screaming coming from the hallway, mostly from students killing time during their holiday. 　　After ordering a medium-sized bun, drinks, and a fruit platter, Fang Tongtong sat down at the machine with practiced ease and started selecting songs. Smiling, she asked Zhao Tao , "How about it? Show me your skills! This place isn't big, but they have a pretty good selection. They have all the songs you like. Zheng Zhihua, Zhang Yu, Zhao Chuan…who do you want?" 　　"You go ahead and select some. I…I'll think about it." Zhao Tao was a little nervous, as it was his first time there. He leaned against watched her operate the machine for a few songs before he roughly understood how it worked. "It's just searching for songs, pressing a button to add them. It 's much simpler than playing games." She cheerfully moved aside, picked up the microphone, blew on it a couple of times, adjusted the volume, and prepared to sing. 　　Tao Jingying, Su Huilun, Sun Yanzi…after singing a string of songs, Fang Tongtong wiggled her hips and sat down next to him, urging him, "Hurry up! My throat is dry from singing. Why haven't you selected a single song?" 　　"I…I sing terribly," he said somewhat embarrassedly. 　　“It’s just the two of us, so what if it sounds bad? Would I laugh at you? Sing, sing more, and you’ll get better. That’s why this place is called a karaoke room. Come on, try it out, I’ll pick one for you. Yeah… this one, Sailor, I know this one too, I ’ll sing it with you.” As she spoke, she put the song in, pressed a button to move the order forward, and then switched to the song that was currently playing 　　. The familiar intro to Zhao Tao immediately filled the room. He cleared his throat and tried to sing it softly. 　　Fang Tongtong sang along with him softly, and soon his voice was louder than hers, and he became more and more immersed in the song. 　　After that, she didn’t pick any more songs she liked. While he was still very enthusiastic, she encouraged him to sing one song after another. She would harmonize with the ones she knew, and clap and cheer for the ones she didn’t know. 　　They were having a great time, and the time flew by. 　　After eating an expensive and unpalatable farmhouse stew at a small restaurant at the foot of the mountain, they headed towards their last destination near the county. 　　This mountain is mainly famous for a small temple suspended halfway up its slopes; the mountain itself offers almost nothing to do. In less than an hour, the two of them stood in a simple pavilion at the summit, listlessly gazing at the unremarkable woods and rocks around them. 　　"This place is really boring, let's rest for a bit and go down," Fang Tongtong said, also a little disappointed. She leaned on a pavilion pillar, tiptoed , and looked around. There wasn't much to do nearby, and further away, there seemed to be two coal washing plants; the dirty wind had blackened the mountaintop. 　　"Here, have some water," Zhao Tao said, pulling a bottle from his bag and handing it to her. 　　This time, they had bought water directly from the bus station in the county town to avoid being ripped off. Unexpectedly, there weren't even any rip-off stalls on the mountain. 　　She took off her sun hat, gulped down half a bottle, wiped her mouth with her arm, and said with a hint of regret, "It would have been better to go directly to Y County. At least there's an ancient city wall we can climb, and I heard the newly built water park is pretty fun. Going a day earlier means 　　we can have an extra day to play." "Since we're already here, let's rest for a bit and then wander around a bit more," Zhao Tao said, putting his arm around her. "If we still don't find anything fun, we can just go back and sing for another two hours." 　　"Now you know it's fun, right?" She laughed and twisted her body, sitting directly on his lap. " You don't even like being dragged to sing like this. It's so nice to go out and sing your heart out once in a while." 　　"I used to feel nervous, and I was ashamed if I didn't sing well. I didn't like singing in front of others. And... when I went to sing karaoke, it was always a bunch of classmates together, and I don't like crowds." He recalled his past thoughts, hugging her tighter and tighter, his chin resting on her neck and rubbing against her neck. 　　“Then it’ll just be the two of us from now on. Nobody else.” She squinted at the scorching sun outside, which had turned the path they come up a golden brown. “Ugh… look at the path down there, it’s so hot! This lousy place doesn’t even have an ice cream stand. 　　It’s so annoying.” “Let’s rest a bit more and build up our energy so we can run down. That way we won’t get so hot.” He glanced around and offered a suggestion. 　　“Okay.” She agreed, then said excitedly, “By the way, when we get back, how ? I’ll teach you, so we can play together. It’s great for building stamina.” 　　“Huh? That thing… it looks like something crazy people would do. Is it fun?” He frowned, rubbing his cheek against her sweaty neck. 　　"It's fun, and it's good exercise too." She stood up excitedly and stood in the middle of the pavilion. "It's like singing; you won't know until you try it, and once you do, you'll never be able to quit. When you get good at it, you can dance to the rhythm, and it looks so cool. Like this..." 　　As she spoke, she raised her hands and knees, and started moving as if she were on a dance mat, humming a song. "Look, I'm the best at this; all the records on my uncle's machines are mine." 　　"Uh... you look pretty good when you dance, but when I dance, I probably look like a big monkey."

Fang Tongtong was wearing denim shorts, her short-sleeved shirt pulled down to her waist with the sleeves tied, leaving only a tight tank
top underneath—cool and eye-catching. As she bounced around, her two firm, long legs displayed an alluring
elasticity, and her rounded breasts naturally swayed with sexy waves.

Luckily, this was on a deserted mountaintop, otherwise he would definitely have wanted to build a tent and lock her inside just for his own viewing pleasure.

With a flick of her long ponytail, she made a stylish finishing move, giggling as she sat back down beside him.
"Once you've practiced enough, we can dance together. Then we'll break my uncle's record and become
invincible in D City."

The pavilion was surrounded by lush trees, and the mountain breeze was quite cool, but the sun had been scorching on the way up, and she had used up
a lot of energy. Fang Tongtong had sweated a lot from all the dancing, and tiny droplets of water gathered larger and larger on her neck, rolling into
beads ran down to the center of her tank top neckline, leaving an irregular inverted triangle of water stains.

He took out a small towel he had prepared from his bag. "Here, you've sweated a lot again, wipe yourself off."

"You wipe me off," she said coquettishly, standing up and placing her hands on her knees, presenting her flushed face to him
.

"Oh." He wiped her forehead, her ears, and the tip of her nose, then
slid the towel down to wipe her neck. "You're sweating quite a bit here too." As he spoke, he couldn't resist reaching out and wiping the large
beads of sweat that had rolled into her cleavage.

She flinched slightly, but didn't actually pull away. Her eyes narrowed into crescent moons. "You're so annoying, you pervert! You're
bullying me outside."

Seeing him wiping deeper and deeper, pulling the invisible bra strap a bit too hard, she quickly reminded him, "That's enough for now.
This... this is broad daylight on the mountaintop, don't actually do it to me."

Zhao Tao peeked out and saw that there was only one stone path leading to the pavilion. If anyone came up, they would definitely be the first to see them from their
elevated position felt a sudden urge and a bolder idea formed in his mind.

He leaned over and kissed Fang Tongtong on the lips, whispering, "It's the middle of the day, and there's nobody around.
Didn't want to rest a bit more because of the sun? Well... how about I help you relax?"

He loosened the towel, leaving it in his vest, and then grasped her full breasts, which
were partially covered by her bra. Because she was sweating a lot, her smooth skin wasn't hot at all, making his palm feel like it was burning.

Grabbing his wrist, Fang Tongtong took two steps back, turned around, and stood on the bench facing the path.
She looked around for a while, then stepped down and sat down next to Zhao Tao. She bit her lips, which were
much , and whispered, "Let... let's kiss first, and if nobody comes, we'll talk about it."

Without even a chance to agree, he turned around, hugged her, and kissed her fiercely.

(65)

"I...I'm thirsty, let me have some water." After a few minutes of deep kissing, Fang Tongtong turned her head, picked up the water bottle, and
gulped down her water. She craned her neck and glanced down again, saying softly, "What if someone comes
?"

"Don't take it off, just pull it down here, above your knees." Zhao Tao licked her slender
neck, which was covered in sweat and salt, from the side, while his hand unzipped the zipper and pulled out his hard penis.

The difference between indoors and outdoors was too great. Even on an empty mountaintop, the feeling of liberation and exposure
still strongly stimulated his nerves.

"Will I have time to put it on?" She stood up and gestured, saying with some difficulty.

“Turn your clothes around your waist to the front, that will cover everything. If someone comes up, you can cover yourself and get
behind me, you'll still have time.” He pulled her in front of him, his hand hurriedly slipping into her tank top
, tracing her sweaty back upwards.

“Don’t take your top off, you hear me?” She quickly pulled the hem of her tank top down, pressing it close to her navel.
“If someone comes up too fast, I have to take care of the bottom first, and your wife’s breasts will be seen!”

“Okay, I won’t take it off. I’ll just rub them in the tank top.” He couldn’t resist pushing up her bra, grasping her swollen
breasts.

She must have been very nervous, Fang Tongtong’s muscles were a little tense, even the base of her breasts were tensing. But she also
seemed to be looking forward to this new kind of stimulation. After looking around for a while, she gritted her teeth, stomped her foot, unbuttoned her pants,
and pulled down her shorts and panties together, down to her knees.

Her fair, tender buttocks were exposed before Zhao Tao's eyes, still bearing the red marks left by her underwear. She
had climbed a long way and worked up a sweat, and the open garden immediately exuded a distinct feminine scent.

But at this moment, he didn't find it smelly at all; instead, the more he smelled, the more excited he became. He unconsciously slid his hand down
to her waist, lowering his head to kiss and lick her buttocks from left to right.

"Mmm…this time…this time you're not allowed to kiss inside, I…I still want to kiss you on the lips. Do you hear me…
ah…did you hear me?" Her buttocks were always exceptionally sensitive; the moment his tongue touched them, she trembled slightly
, quickly grabbing her knees with both hands, completely exposing her body from the waist down to her thighs to him.

"Okay, I'll use my hands inside." He nuzzled her soft, bouncy buttocks with his nose, freeing one hand to press on her clitoris,
gently rubbing it dozens of times before hurriedly crawling towards the nearby alluring little entrance.

Perhaps due to nervousness, Fang Tongtong's lower body wasn't very wet yet, just slightly damp. And she
kept unconsciously straining, the small opening tightening shut. His fingertip tried several times, but it seemed unable
to go in .

"No, don't force it, it's uncomfortable. It feels bloated," she whispered, slapping him lightly.

He thought for a moment, then simply put his finger in his mouth, wetting it with saliva, and tried to dig further in.

This time, the soft, tender opening couldn't stop his finger. Soon, most of it was enveloped in
warm, slippery flesh.

He slowly rotated his fingertip, exploring the surrounding area. The inside wasn't smooth, filled with
soft but elastic bumps. No matter which direction he bent his knuckle, the cavity wall he pressed against would extend flat,
as if he couldn't fathom the limits of its expansion.

That's right, after all… this was a place where a baby could pass through. He sighed slightly,
then eagerly began to dig, stimulating the slowly writhing cavity that seemed to have a life of its own.

Fang Tongtong bit her lip and hummed softly for a while, then couldn't help but ask, "Is it done? Isn't it wet enough?"

For some reason, Fang Tongtong's vaginal lubrication was less abundant and unusually thick today. While it seemed like there was no lubrication,
the finger he inserted was completely soaked. However, the wetness felt different from the usual oily sensation.

He withdrew his finger, parted her buttocks, and looked at her slightly parted, tender pink opening. "It doesn't feel as wet as usual."

"It's okay, it's okay, as long as it gets in. Hurry up, or we'll be in trouble." She urged him hastily, making
him spread his legs. She moved back slightly, holding onto his knees as she slowly sat down. "Are you aiming?"

He aligned his glans, gripping her waist and slowly pushing down.

The resistance at the tip was much greater than usual, but the thick vaginal lubrication wasn't useless. As the
thickest part of the glans passed through the tightest entrance, the insertion finally became smooth.

She took a deep breath, let out a soft "hmm," and sat in his lap, her plump buttocks pressing tightly against his crotch, his entire
penis fully inside her, deeply intertwined with hers.

"Can you move like this?" she asked softly.

"Not really, you have to move," he replied stiffly.

"Ugh..." she drawled, her shorts digging into her knees, preventing her from opening her legs wide. She could only
awkwardly lift and lower her buttocks, making small movements. "I... if I don't have the strength to go down the mountain,
you can carry me."

"Okay, if you can't walk, I'll carry you down, I'll do it all. I'm happy to," he replied excitedly, his body tingling from the suction of her tighter-than
-usual vagina.

Sensing Zhao Tao's pleasure, she smiled, her hands on her knees,
swaying her hips back and forth.

The increasing lubrication remained thick, but the enhanced friction wasn't a bad thing; the piston-like motion of his glans in this
environment increased the pleasure by at least half.

Fang Tongtong seemed to be affected by the environment on the empty mountaintop as well. Her round buttocks moved faster and faster. She would sit down and twist her
waist for a while, then lift it up and sway it up and down for a while, and then spin around for two minutes, rubbing his penis inside her until her
whole body ached.

"Hmm..." After persisting for seven or eight minutes, she shuddered, bit her lower lip
, and let out a series of moans. A ring of her tender flesh tightened around the

base of his penis. He quickly hugged her, held her in his arms, and thrust in as deep as he could, waiting for her trembling to subside.

"You, you... you're still not going to ejaculate? I've already had my orgasm..." she said breathlessly, her buttocks
twisting slightly, as if she had run out of energy.

"I'm probably almost there. It feels especially stimulating here. Even just you twisting like this feels so good to me." He pinched her nipple through her
vest , gently rubbing it as he answered excitedly.

She smiled and whispered, "Then I'll twist you a little longer, and see if you can come out."

This movement lasted for another four or five minutes, and the sticky love juice soaked a patch of his shorts.

"Ugh... I can't take it anymore, my legs are too weak. I'm not doing it anymore." She suddenly lifted her buttocks and quickly thrust a dozen
times, then slumped down, whimpering and tilting her head back. "You'll have to figure something out."

He looked around; he was really into it and couldn't stop here. He steeled himself, picked
her up, and started walking forward, pushing her against the stool. "Then hold onto the stool in front of you, bend over, and stick
your butt out ."

"Huh?" Fang Tongtong gasped and quickly shook her head. "That won't do!
Someone will see my face as they turn the corner on the steps below!"

"It's okay if they only see your face. I'll stop when someone comes. Hurry, this way I'll move fast and I'll cum soon." He was burning with
lust, his heart, liver, spleen, stomach, and kidneys practically roasting. Before she could even steady herself, he was already thrusting into her from behind.

"Ah, umm..." The speed suddenly increased, and she couldn't help but cry out. Realizing something was wrong,
she quickly grabbed her ponytail and bit it, sticking her snow-white buttocks high in the air.

He rubbed her smooth buttocks, his virility rising, all his brute force surging up, and in a few thrusts, he had her white
buttocks blushing red.

"You...you...faster," she urged indistinctly, "like this...if someone comes up...
they'll see...they'll know...I...am being fucked, I hate it...so much..."

Yes, Fang Tongtong's face was now completely red, biting the tip of her ponytail, and swaying rhythmically.
If you could see her face, you'd be sure she wasn't even old enough to climb a mountain.

"It seems like someone really is coming up from the foot of the mountain," he said deliberately, then immediately put his hands on her waist and began
his final sprint.

Sure enough, Fang Tongtong's vagina tightened instantly, as if it wanted to tear his penis off,
making it difficult for him to thrust in and out.

As if afraid he wouldn't ejaculate, she twisted her waist and leaned back to meet him, no longer suppressing her voice,
letting out a series of incredibly alluring moans, and even raising one hand to rub her breasts on her vest.

Zhao Tao, who was already close to his limit, was suddenly kicked hard and pushed to the peak of sexual desire. He thrust forward,
pressing Fang Tongtong almost against the pavilion railing, his buttocks pressed tightly against hers, and he ejaculated fully with each thrust.

(Sixty-seven)

Although no one actually came up the mountain until they came down, Fang Tongtong still couldn't help but pinch his arm several
times. Before going to bed that night, after a gentle and tender time together, she still complained, "Don't scare me like that again. I
really thought someone was going to come up. I was so scared I almost peed myself."

He picked up the toilet paper he had used to wipe her and threw it into the trash can, hugged her and kissed her, "Yeah,
I won't ."

After kissing and cuddling for a while, they discussed their plans for the next day and fell asleep in each other's arms.

That one tryst in the wild finally allowed Zhao Tao to release most of the pent-up youthful restlessness he had been harboring, and
he didn't have any more sudden, impulsive thoughts during the rest of the trip.

Of course, the fact that there were several times more tourists in Y County than in Q County was also one of the reasons.

On his first day there, Zhao Tao realized a very counterintuitive fact: accompanying his girlfriend shopping was more
tiring than climbing a mountain.

Y County has a large wholesale market that is quite well-known in the province, mainly selling shoes, hats, and small commodities. That place gave
Zhao Tao a completely new understanding of the term "wholesale market."

They got off the bus a little after nine in the morning and went to eat noodles at a roadside stall at two in the afternoon, but they had only covered less than a third of the area.

He really couldn't understand what the difference was between the goods displayed in those shops that all looked similar.
Why could Fang Tongtong go into every store and watch for a few minutes with such interest?

But he knew he absolutely couldn't show any disgust or annoyance.

That was basic etiquette for a girlfriend he cherished.

As a result, that night, he slept the only night of the trip without any physical contact with Fang Tongtong.

Fang Tongtong did try to flirt with him, but he was exhausted; he couldn't even
distinguish the referee from the players on TV. After a shower, he collapsed onto the bed and lost consciousness. In

his drowsy state, a fragrant, naked body snuggled into his arms. He naturally hugged her, and then
slept even more soundly and peacefully.

The next day, Fang Tongtong canceled their planned trip to a leather goods market on the other side of the county and went to explore
the old town .

Knowing they had to go back the next day, Zhao Tao, who didn't like going out much, still felt a little reluctant.

In this unfamiliar place, without a single person he knew,
all he saw, held hands with, and thought about was Fang Tongtong. He didn't have to worry about being seen or discovered; he could fully enjoy everything
that came with being a couple.

Back home, their clandestine activities became their main theme again.

One afternoon, while eating candied hawthorns and banana splits at a street-side ice cream shop, Zhao Tao couldn't help but ask, "Tongtong,
is there absolutely no possibility of discussing this with your mom? If I bring my parents to your house
to explain the situation, do you think she'd agree?"

"Impossible, don't even think about it," Fang Tongtong swallowed her ice cream and said seriously, "She's divorced,
she's been hurt by men. Haven't you seen those on TV? Women like that like to get drunk and collapse on the sofa,
saying all men are no good. My mom isn't that extreme, but she's pretty close."

"So, does she not want you to marry her?"

"If things really go according to her plan, I'd have to study hard to get into a good university, then study hard to get into a
master's program, get a high degree to bring honor to my family, then find a good job, I have to be independent and able to support myself
so that men won't look down on me, and then if someone still wants me, I'll go on blind dates with all the men she introduces, pick one who
's decent, get married, have kids, raise them, work, and live out my life
in a blur." Fang Tongtong recited the whole thing in one breath, scooped up a spoonful of ice cream and stuffed it into her mouth, savoring it contentedly, and mumbled, "I'm
not a doll, why should I live the way she wants? Dream on."

Seeing that Zhao Tao was still a little unwilling, she took his hand and kissed it, "Okay, stop thinking like that. You
can't handle my mom. When I told her after graduating from high school, I was prepared to either break up with her and come live with her,
so don't kick me out then."

“How could that be? Even if the whole world doesn’t want you, you still have me.” For some reason, he felt a sudden jolt in his heart and
quickly grabbed her hand, almost dropping the candied hawthorn.

“I’m so pretty and capable, I don’t need anyone to want me.” She pouted and said smugly, “You got a good deal
.”

“Yes,” he lowered his head, his forehead against the back of her hand, and said contentedly, “This is definitely the biggest, best, and most precious bargain I’ve ever
found .”

In a voice she couldn’t hear, he murmured very softly, “Even if I suffer in hell forever and
am reincarnated as an animal hundreds of times, it’s all worth it.”

(Sixty-eight)

Perhaps like Zhao Tao, Fang Tongtong didn’t really want to go back, and seemed listless after lunch. The Old City
Wall was supposed to be a tourist attraction, but it was really just a large circle of dilapidated ancient city walls. They probably repaired it so that no
one would fall to their death, and then they charged an entrance fee to make money.

In total, she had only been wandering around for less than three hours since noon, and there was nowhere left to go in the entire Old City.

After eating, they strolled around for a while, buying some local specialties at a shop. Fang Tongtong considered for a moment and
suggested going back to the hotel to rest.

"What? Are you tired?" Zhao Tao, worried she was bored, quickly said, "I'm fine, I still have
energy."

"Not tired, just feeling bored." She pursed her lips. "Next time, go somewhere farther away, don't come to this lousy
place ."

"But going back won't be much fun either." He scratched his head. Fang Tongtong had deliberately left her phone behind, using the excuse of not wanting to lose it;
he was worried she'd be unhappy so he didn't bring his handheld. "We can't just stay in bed watching TV, can we? There aren't many channels in the hotel...
"

"But I don't know where to go anymore." She looked around somewhat awkwardly, then suddenly her eyes
lit up she tugged at his sleeve.

He paused, then turned his head following her gaze.

A couple who looked like college students were fighting over the same ice cream cone. They didn't seem to care
about the people passing by; they even kissed while licking their ice cream.

"Zhao Tao, nobody here knows us, do you... dare to kiss me?" Fang Tongtong took a half step closer and
whispered.

For some reason, he suddenly remembered asking her to make love on the mountaintop.

His face was a little hot, but she had even taken off her underwear back then, so what was there to be shy about in kissing her? He
turned his head , cupped her flushed cheeks, and kissed her forcefully.

As he sucked on her soft lips, almost everyone around them turned to look at him.

For a moment, he almost pulled his head back.

But Fang Tongtong wrapped her arms around him and hugged him tightly with joy.

Come on, look, let you all witness how passionate our love is! He simply hugged her tightly too,
closed his eyes, and acted as if the world around him didn't exist, turning the entrance of the local produce shop into a romantic
drama filming location.

About seven or eight minutes later, Fang Tongtong, panting, turned her mouth away, tiptoed, and bit his ear,
whispering , "Let's run back to the hotel, okay?"

"Okay!" Without another word, he grabbed her hand and started running.

Perhaps to onlookers, they looked like a pair of lunatics, but Zhao Tao didn't care anymore
.

He heard Fang Tongtong's clear laughter carried on the wind; that was the only thing on his mind.

The hotel wasn't exactly close, but they ran all the way back, and by the time they reached the top of the stairs, they were
truly out of breath. Fang Tongtong gripped the stair railing, panting heavily while giggling, laughing...
She acted like a little madwoman.

As Zhao Tao reached the front of the room, he had just taken out his key card when Fang Tongtong hugged him from behind, her voice sweet and cloying
, "Honey, do you want to kiss me again?"

"Yes, I want it so badly."

Actually, it hadn't even been forty-eight hours since they last made love, but hearing her tone, Zhao Tao's reply
sounded like he'd been craving it for months.

Perhaps that public kiss outside had touched a nerve with Fang Tongtong; as soon as she entered, she kicked
the door shut, pulled Zhao Tao around, and kissed him.

"The curtains, Tongtong…the curtains aren't drawn yet." He tasted her soft little tongue for a while, reluctantly
pulling away, looking at her already flushed cheeks as he reminded her.

"Keep kissing me," she said simply, then kissed him again.

The passionate kiss instantly set him ablaze. He'd been sweating profusely and thinking of taking a shower first, but
now even pulling the curtains seemed like a waste of time.

But the apartment across the street was a residential compound; he couldn't let some idler see his girlfriend's naked bottom and take advantage of her.

Holding her, he kissed and licked her, struggling for a while, even bumping into the corner of the bed, before finally managing to yank the curtains shut.

The unlit room instantly darkened.

"Mmm… oh…" she murmured, reluctant to let go of Zhao Tao's lips, wanting to speak, but finally managing to pull
her tongue back to her lips, mumbling, "Take it off, husband, help me take it off…"

As she spoke, her hands began to pull up his shirt.

He wasn't about to lose on this, immediately retaliating by grabbing her vest and pulling it up.

After a brief two-second separation, they both threw off their clothes and hastily kissed again.

As Fang Tongtong unhooked her bra, she licked his teeth and whimpered, "The air conditioner... I forgot to turn it on
."

In the blink of an eye, she pressed the remote control, and her hot, swollen breasts were already pressed against
his chest, her small, grape-like nipples rubbing against him, sending shivers of electric-like ticklish sensations through them.

They were both sweaty, and even though they were only half-naked, their body odors mingled intensely, stimulating their
nostrils.

The buttons on their shorts, one large and one small, were ripped open, and their underwear, one large and one
small down their rubbing legs and onto the floor.

Completely naked, between their crossed legs, the curly pubic hair was already rubbing against each other's skin. His

penis was already erect, pressing between their rapidly rising and falling abdomens, its single eye staring somewhat lonely at
the four lips that were locked in a passionate embrace above.

She fumbled for the TV remote, turned it on with her back to him, and blasted the volume up to drown out any other
sound. Then, leaning against the table, she quickly licked his sweat down his scalp, roughly wiping
the grime from his glans with her hand. Looking up at his chin, she took his entire penis into her mouth, sucking,
swallowing .

"Tongtong, um... what's wrong with you?" he asked softly, a little surprised, his hands on the table as he looked down
.

She buried her head between his legs, licking his scrotum with a soft hum, then licked the tip of his penis in one go,
swallowing it and thrusting it in and out seven or eight times before spitting it out. She stood up, hugged him, and kissed him passionately, pushing him down onto the bed
until she was straddling him. Then, she stared at him with watery eyes and said frankly, "Nothing much, it's just...
I just really want you to fuck me. The thought of going back and being controlled by my mom, having to secretly hold back, makes my heart feel
like it's being pricked by needles. Husband, fuck me hard, fuck me until I'm dying and my mind is filled with you, then I won't
think about those annoying things anymore."

"Very... happy to oblige." He noticed that some liquid seemed to be dripping from her crotch, sticky and falling
onto his stomach. The rising lust instantly extinguished all reason.

It was not yet three in the afternoon, and he still had plenty of energy.

Dinner? Forget about it.

He wanted to fuck her until dawn before heading to the station.

During her first orgasm, Fang Tongtong hadn't even fully lain down on the bed yet. She raised her legs high, one
sandal still on her foot, half her buttocks dangling in the air, and Zhao Tao, holding her ankle, stood by the bed,
panting and thrusting for over ten minutes, all under the cover of a local TV shopping channel, before screaming and leaving.

Afterwards, she tried to climb onto the bed, but as she rolled over and reached to take off her shoe, Zhao Tao climbed on top of her
, grabbed her buttocks, and thrust in from behind, stirring her wetness until he ejaculated.
As the torrent of fluid surged in, she stretched her back like a wildcat stretching, gripping his throbbing
penis with pleasure, and together they entered the hall of ecstasy.

After catching their breath for a few minutes, the two of them, embracing each other, felt incredibly sticky. They laughed and kissed
for a while lazily walking into the bathroom.

The small bathroom was barely big enough for them to shower together. And so, the second round of lovemaking began after Fang Tongtong
kept staring at his penis while lathering up with soap.

They turned off the shower to conserve water, and without even drying themselves, one of them, holding onto the sink with
her buttocks raised, was penetrated from behind by the other. Their

raised faces were directly in front of the mirror, which gave them extra stimulation, making their movements even more passionate,
and waves of pleasure washing over them.

In less than ten minutes, Fang Tongtong's legs went weak from ejaculation, and she simply turned and sat down by the sink.
Her bare back against the mirror seemed to project a beautiful, otherworldly image, reacting in the same way as her pleasurable trembling
.

This time, when Zhao Tao ejaculated, he saw his own face in the mirror; it looked painful and tense, his brows
furrowed, his lips slightly parted, but even just that hazy look in his eyes was enough to show how
immense .

After quickly drying themselves, they returned to bed, treating each other's naked bodies as works of art worthy of meticulous study
. They turned on all the lights, engaging all their senses to smell, listen, touch, kiss, and
savor , as if trying to sink every cell of each other into an ocean of memories.

Their passion was fully released, and this tender experience lasted a long time. The swollen
hair follicles on their backs, the dry, cracked hangnails beside their nails, the barely noticeable moles behind their ears, the bumps they had never noticed before in their pubic hair...
The folds of the testicles, the fine lines on the labia… perhaps no one in this world understands each other better than they do.

The immense spiritual satisfaction filled their not-so-hungry stomachs, and around dinnertime, the languid caresses
were gradually replaced by awakened desire.

They honestly offered their most shameful organs to each other's lips, their tongues nimbly taking on the responsibility of
pleasing one another. Saliva covered the towering spires, and passion moistened the open mountain spring.

They became one, from the inside out, from body to soul.

(Sixty-nine)

That night, Zhao Tao had an incredibly long, yet incredibly real dream.

As his summer tutoring was about to end, his parents went home for a visit, and he confessed Fang Tongtong
's existence to them. After having a meal together at a small restaurant, his parents listed a series of conditions, acknowledging their relationship

with limited restrictions . 　　They endured their secret relationship until the end of high school. The day after the college entrance exam, Fang Tongtong took him home to confront her mother, truthfully revealing that their relationship had lasted for over a year, and that they had even switched to using Mafulong (a brand of birth control pills) for contraception. 　　He was slapped in the face, and Fang Tongtong angrily left home. While her mother was at work, she packed her bags and officially moved in with him. 　　Thanks to the academic restrictions on their relationship, they both performed relatively well on the college entrance exam. He barely made it into his target university's Chinese Language and Literature program, while Fang Tongtong narrowly missed out, getting into the Early Childhood Education program at a affiliated college of the same university. 　　Perhaps it was the acceptance letter that worked, or perhaps Fang Tongtong's furious demand to sever their mother-daughter relationship frightened her mother; in any case, one day at the end of August, Fang Tongtong's uncle summoned the mother and daughter for a face-to-face meeting to discuss everything that would follow. 　　After he knelt down and swore an oath, and Fang Tongtong tearfully recounted her feelings, her mother finally accepted their relationship with red eyes . 　　To demonstrate his determination, he arranged a meeting between both . For the next six months, Fang Tongtong referred to that meal as their engagement banquet, and proudly boasted about it to her friends. 　　After moving to a new city in the north of their hometown, they didn't experience much adjustment; perhaps this was one of the benefits of living independently early. 　　Once familiar with the school's surroundings, he rented an apartment in a residential compound near the university , continuing their familiar life as a couple. 　　Fang Tongtong remained playful and sociable, while he still hung out , occasionally spending all night at internet cafes. Aside from the change in location, their lives remained largely unchanged. 　　In the second semester of their sophomore year, Fang Tongtong became unexpectedly pregnant. After a phone call to inquire, he seriously considered getting married . 　　Unfortunately, perhaps due to a lack of attention in the early stages, the tiny embryo died before it could truly develop. 　　After that, Fang Tongtong's personality changed. She became much quieter, less enthusiastic about socializing and having fun, and the number of times she and he watched art films quietly on their laptops increased dramatically. Their weekly karaoke sessions were inexplicably stopped. During 　　the summer break after their junior year, a sense of weariness and exhaustion first appeared between them. 　　For over a month, they didn't have sex, only gentle, lingering kisses and hugs. He even had a wet dream once , and then masturbated every three to five days. 　　He didn't think it was a serious problem, but Fang Tongtong was anxious about it. Her menstrual cycle became irregular, she suffered from insomnia, and her hair fell out in clumps. At her worst, she cried twice in his arms in a week. 　　When school started again, he was a carefree senior, while she had graduated and returned to D City, becoming a tenured teacher at the municipal kindergarten with her mother's help. 　　Although he was quite relaxed, after much consideration, he hardened his heart and temporarily maintained a long-distance relationship . 　　Perhaps it was the prolonged distance that worked; after meeting again during winter break that year, they finally rediscovered the feeling of their passionate romance, and Fang Tongtong's mood finally improved with each long-awaited climax. 　　As spring arrived, they oversaw the renovations of the new house Zhao Tao's parents had bought, and after shedding their mud-covered clothes, they made love standing up in the empty room filled with sand. 　　The summer he graduated, they officially moved into their new house and traveled to Q County again for three days. They didn't visit many other places, but instead deliberately chose a quiet midday to climb that deserted mountain, sit in the newly renovated pavilion, and relive the thrill of their wild lovemaking. 　　Before the Spring Festival, Fang Tongtong's mother was diagnosed with cancer. That strong-willed woman didn't tell her only daughter, silently arranging everything, leaving behind all her property and a letter, disappearing into this vast world with only an old savings book given to her by Fang Tongtong's father. 　　When Fang Tongtong had completely recovered from her grief, he gave her a simple yet solemn marriage proposal. 　　Choosing their first night as their anniversary, they obtained their marriage certificate on the same day. On an auspicious day , Fang Tongtong, dressed in her wedding gown, was carried up the stairs by him, finally becoming husband and wife with all his expectations. 　　After this pregnancy, all the remaining childishness in Fang Tongtong vanished without a trace, and a mature temperament gradually appeared on her. 　　The rent from the shop left by her mother was already quite substantial, and as soon as she started experiencing morning sickness, she quit her job at the kindergarten, treating the embryo in her womb, which carried their love, with excessive anxiety. 　　By this time, he was already a well-known freelance writer, his mother had retired, and his father had also stepped down from his frontline position, transferring back to D City to take a less demanding job. They tallied their savings, bought a duplex, rented out their old house, and moved in together. 　　After their child started kindergarten, Fang Tongtong's focus shifted back to him. His weariness and confusion had barely begun to sprout when she easily captured him once again with the same enthusiasm and positivity she had shown him years before. 　　After escaping the exhausting task of caring for her baby, Fang Tongtong quickly transformed into his ideal wife : well-maintained, gentle, and capable. She also took advantage of the online shopping boom to master various intimate and intimate aspects of married life.

As the saying goes, they were equally at home in the living room and the kitchen, and could even command the double bed. Their

love was so intense that it could sustain them for a lifetime.

After their only daughter got married, the couple embarked on a world tour. Both were
around , yet they still maintained the habit of sleeping naked in each other's arms. He could still get an erection and fully enjoy his wife's softness
and tenderness, though the frequency had inevitably declined rapidly with age.

In their eighties, they sat side by side by the clear lake in the expanded park, while their grandchildren
flew kites on the nearby grass. Fang Tongtong was already quite hard of hearing, and he had only a few teeth left.

Bathed in the warm sunlight, watching the shimmering lake, they laughed and talked
loudly about the past.

"Old man, do you remember that summer when we first fell in love? I lied to Mom and ran off to the county town with you.
You went to that deserted mountain, and that hooligan there..." Recalling their youthful adventures, a cute blush even appeared on Fang Tongtong's
wrinkled face.

He leaned back in his chair, laughing heartily, his slurred mouth about to crack another lewd
joke . But suddenly, all his strength vanished, and the sunlight before him became blindingly bright.

Was his time coming?

The thought had barely crossed his sluggish mind when a jolt jolted him back to reality.

He abruptly opened his eyes and turned his head. Fang Tongtong's sweet sleeping face was beside him, seemingly dreaming a sweet dream,
a gentle smile playing on her lips.

Lying in bed, stunned for a long time, he finally realized the simple answer. He

had woken up.

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