【Joyful Enemies】(1-4) Author: Ananda in Tears

Author: Ananda in Tears
Word Count: 13219

Prologue

"What to do?! What to do..." Even now, Chun Jiao was still incredibly nervous, her heart
pounding like a deer's. She swept her wet hair back, tilted her head back
slightly , and caught the spray from the showerhead. The warm water flowed over her cheeks, down her
slender, white neck, over her soft breasts, and playfully rolled onto her tender nipples...
"We're already husband and wife, it's inevitable, right?!" The answer was unquestionable. She shook her head, wiped
the water droplets from her face, and opened her eyes. Water was flowing over her smooth abdomen, wetting the small patch of dark,
shiny pubic hair between her legs, quickly forming thin streams that meandered down her long legs,
widening into a puddle on the ground beneath her feet... This was her and Zhi Ming's wedding night!

After a busy and noisy day, the guests had left, and they finally had their own happy time
together , but it was already late at night.

"How scary... the first time... will it really hurt a lot?" Chun Jiao couldn't remember who had told her that
the pain of losing her virginity was "like being torn in two"... She opened the shower gel and rubbed it on her skin, which
slid smoothly across her palms and smelled of roses. She rubbed her breasts, and a ticklish sensation made her tremble all over...
Tonight, no matter how painful it was, she was going to
give Zhi Ming. "But Zhi Ming... if he knew I was still a virgin, would he find it strange?" she
wondered. Chapter 1 A Magical Fate In the outer room, Zhiming, still wearing the tank top he'd worn during the day, sat on the bed listening to the rushing water in the bathroom.

Thinking of that pale, white body inside, an indescribable fire burned in his chest… “Sigh… Will it still get erect? Will I mess things up?” Zhiming sighed deeply, looking down at his crotch. His manhood was motionless, as if asleep—he should have drunk less. Now that he was sober , his head ached terribly. “I can’t tell her I’m still a virgin, it’s so embarrassing!” He anxiously scratched his head, thinking. Jin Zhiming was the second son in his family. After graduation, he got a job as a sales clerk at a foreign-invested company in Shenzhen, earning a decent salary . Su Chunjiao, on the other hand, with her beautiful and elegant appearance, worked as a customer service representative at a well-known domestic travel company. According to data, the chances of both partners being virgins before marriage are extremely slim, almost like rare birds and animals . Yet, these two managed to meet in the vast sea of people and eventually tie the knot; one can't help but think there's something magical about it—fate! Ten months ago, through the matchmaking of Aunt Mei, a classmate of his mother, Zhiming and Chunjiao met . Both sets of parents were there, plus the matchmaker, making a total of seven people, crowding the seats. Chunjiao sat opposite him, shyly leaning against his mother, occasionally casting a glance over before quickly away. Zhiming didn't dare look directly at her; he could hear his heart pounding. "She's so beautiful! Does a girl like that need to go on a blind date? She probably has a long line of suitors ! Maybe she's already had many boyfriends…" he wondered, his mind racing with wild thoughts. "Hey! Ah Ming, say something!" Aunt Mei leaned closer and whispered a reminder. Zhi Ming snapped out of his daze and stammered, "Ah! Yes..." His hands nervously wrung between his knees. Seeing his awkwardness, both sets of parents smiled at each other and excused themselves outside, leaving the two young men sitting face to face, peering at each other with lowered eyes, their bodies motionless. After a long while, Zhi Ming finally managed to stammer out, "You usually...whenever you're free, you always..." He couldn't remember if he'd seen it on TV or in a book, but one way to strike up a conversation with a woman was to ask about her hobbies. Before he could finish, Chun Jiao quickly interrupted, saying softly in an uncertain tone, " Let's watch a movie..." "...I like watching movies too!" Zhi Ming quickly replied, his heart pounding in his chest. "I love Hollywood blockbusters! Action movies! The scenes are so exciting..." he said impatiently, his forehead beaded with sweat from nervousness. "I'm a girl! My tastes are a little different from yours," Chun Jiao smiled shyly, two shallow dimples appearing , making her look incredibly cute. "I like watching supernatural movies, and horror movies, like 'Sadako,' I've watched it several times! And..." she thought seriously. "Ah!..." Zhi Ming exclaimed in surprise, his eyes widening. He wanted to say "You have such heavy tastes," but fearing she would misunderstand, he swallowed the words back. He remembered secretly watching horror movies alone at home when he was little, getting so scared in broad daylight that he wet himself. Chun Jiao noticed his pale face and asked anxiously, "Your face... why is it like this?" Zhi Ming waved his hands repeatedly, muttering "It's nothing," "It's nothing," while wiping the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve. "Are you feeling unwell? Should we go to the hospital to see a doctor..." Chun Jiao was still worried and ran outside . He'd finally gotten started, but it ended so abruptly, leaving Zhiming deeply regretful: every blind date turned out like this, it seemed like another failure! He even resigned himself to remaining single, staying home watching TV after work, ignoring his parents' encouragement and losing all courage to go on blind dates. A week passed, and it was Sunday again. Aunt Mei called early in the morning, immediately saying, "You rascal! You did well! Congratulations..." "No way! You passed like that? I thought I was doomed!" Zhiming thought he'd misheard. "What do you mean, 'maybe'?... Don't say such unlucky things!" Aunt Mei chuckled on the other end of the phone, as if she already had the red envelope from Zhiming's mother in her hand. "Hurry up, that girl wants to meet you again, she's waiting for you at the coffee shop at ten o'clock..." she said. "Another... date?! Great! Great!" Zhiming was both surprised and delighted. He was surprised because he was completely unprepared and worried that he would mess things up again, but he was delighted because Chun Jiao had actually taken the initiative to ask him out. This was really unexpected! After hanging up the phone, he realized that the hand holding the phone was still trembling.

It was only a ten-minute walk to the pedestrian street in this neighborhood at ten o'clock. Regardless, Zhiming
quickly tidied himself up and rushed to the ten o'clock café for their appointment. Chun Jiao wasn't dressed as formally as usual that day,
casually wearing a white floral knee-length dress, but Zhiming still couldn't help but greet her upon seeing her:
"You look so beautiful today..."

"Not at all..." Chun Jiao smiled faintly, stood up to greet him, and looked
much . It was still morning, and the café was sparsely populated; Zhiming wasn't as nervous as before.
Neither of them spoke much, exchanging only casual, disjointed remarks, often rambling on and on about nothing in particular.
Finally, when it was time to pay and leave, Chun Jiao took her card out of her purse to go to the front desk. Zhi Ming quickly stepped forward,
swiped the card, and returned, complaining, "It's my turn to pay, no doubt! You were so eager, rushing to do it!"

"Why can't I pay?" Chun Jiao said naively. It was her first date with a man, and she didn't
know there was such a rule.

As for this date—if ten points was a perfect score—Zhi Ming gave himself a six, barely passing
. They went on a second and third date… each time feeling better than the last. Finally, he couldn't help but ask
Chun Jiao , "I'm so bad at talking, and I'm not even that good-looking, don't you dislike me?"

"No! I think you're great. Although you're a bit quiet, you're kind and very earnest…
Anyway, that's what I think." Chun Jiao said with a smile. Zhi Ming still couldn't believe she described
him : "Did she date some rude hooligans before?" He thought to himself, but dared not say such things aloud
.

They went on seven or eight dates, from meals to walks, but they hadn't even held hands yet, and more than three months had passed in a flash.
One weekend, Aunt Mei came to visit and casually asked Zhi Ming if he had any intention of getting married, adding that "Men should
marry when they're of age, and women should marry when they're of age. If there's no intention to get married and it keeps dragging on, it's not good for either of them." Only then did Zhi Ming
realize that probably couldn't not propose.

"But how can I bring myself to say it? This kind of thing..." Zhiming asked Aunt Mei, but what he really wanted to say was, "
Isn't this the matchmaker's job?"

"A grown man! Show some courage!" Aunt Mei shoved him, forcing Zhiming to back away step by step, which made
the whole family laugh.

That evening, the sky was filled with the glow of sunset, clear and cloudless. Zhiming and Chunjiao walked along
the tree-lined path in the park, as usual, keeping an arm's length between them, neither too close nor too far.

After spending some time together, Chunjiao had long lost her previous reserve, and
now patting this tree trunk, touching that leaf, hopping around and never still.
Zhiming couldn't quite understand what Chunjiao was saying, and he walked on, his mind heavy with thoughts. Every now and then, they would see a
couple leaning against the roadside fence, embracing and whispering sweet nothings, only turning their heads to look at people as they passed by, but
unwilling to part.

Finally reaching a secluded section of the road, Zhiming stopped, furtively looked around, took
a deep breath, and abruptly turned to call out to Chunjiao, "Chunjiao!" He reached out to
grab her.

"Ah...you..." Chunjiao was startled and stumbled backward, crashing into a rotten fence with
a loud "clang." She groaned in pain and fell into the roadside bushes.

In a flash, Zhiming, without thinking, grabbed Chunjiao's hand and pulled her backward, but the momentum
was too great, and she pulled his heel instead, causing him to stumble forward and fall into the thick grass.

"This grass is so soft! It doesn't hurt at all," Zhiming thought, struggling to get up. But his hand
landed on something soft. Opening his eyes, he saw Chunjiao's beautiful eyes staring at him.
Almost simultaneously, they both cried out, "Ah!" and their lips parted instantly.

"You...you...you're a pervert!" Chunjiao said in a panic, covering her mouth. How many times had she fantasized about
the beautiful scene of giving him her virginity with a kiss? And now it was all gone? She glared at Zhiming fiercely, too angry to speak.

"I...I..." Zhiming stammered, kneeling on the grass. He hadn't expected to land
on a woman. So this is what a woman's lips tasted like—hot and sweet. And where his hand was—was it
a breast ? Or a belly? His head was buzzing. All the confessions he had thought about all afternoon had vanished
completely. He only remembered one sentence: "Let's get married, Chunjiao!" As soon as he said it, he realized his lips
were trembling violently, and his voice was distorted.

Chun Jiao paused, her eyes flashing with intense light, like two knives piercing Zhi Ming's heart.
Zhi Ming's heart pounded in his chest. He mustered his courage and met her gaze for a full half minute. Chun Jiao
touched her lips and softly said, "Okay..." Her voice was as low as the buzzing of midges in the grass.

Zhi Ming heard her clearly, and suddenly sprang up from the ground, cheering as he ran into the grass to
a thick oak tree. He hugged the cool trunk and kissed it repeatedly, saying, "Thank you! Thank you, earth!
Thank you, sky! Thank you, Lord! Thank you for everything..."

Chapter Two: The First Night of Their Wedding

Then came the betrothal gifts, the making of new clothes, choosing an auspicious date, sending out invitations... It took more than five months of busy work before Zhi Ming and
Chun Jiao finally stepped onto the red carpet and exchanged vows under the priest's prayers. As usual, it was a joyous banquet.
Chun Jiao and Zhi Ming both had happy smiles on their faces. Guests frequently raised their glasses to toast the couple. One glass after another,
Zhi Ming kept drinking, constantly bowing and saying thank you. The strong, pungent liquor flowed down his throat, and the people
around him seemed to transform into a buzzing swarm of bees.

"You! You can't drink it all but you still insisted on doing it. You're throwing up like this, so embarrassing!" Chun Jiao's reproachful voice
rang in his ears. Zhi Ming opened his eyes and found himself lying on the bright red wedding bed, with Chun Jiao
's white wedding dress had been replaced by a colorful checkered nightgown.

"What time is it now? Have all the guests left?" Zhi Ming mumbled, rubbing his sore eyes.

"You still know to ask about the time! It's already midnight. If your brother hadn't carried you back, you'd still
be sleeping like a log in the hotel. Get up, get up..." Chun Jiao said, dragging him out of bed and pushing him into
the bathroom, saying with disgust, "You smell awful! Wash yourself off!"

Zhi Ming came out after showering, much more sober. Listening to the sound of running water coming from the bathroom, he thought dejectedly, "I
almost missed our wedding night!"

Yesterday, in the living room, his mother smiled and said to him, "Ah Ming! Tomorrow is your wedding night!"

Zhi Ming felt his mother's expression was strange, so he asked, "Yes! Mom, what's wrong?"

"Sigh! How should I put this?" his mother said, touching her cheek awkwardly.

Zhi Ming was most uncomfortable with this hesitant way of speaking, and said impatiently, "Just say what you want to say
! I still need to tidy up the new room!"

"Then never mind... never mind... bye..." his mother waved her hand disappointedly. Zhi Ming turned around to
rush into the new room to get busy, but then he heard his mother calling him from behind, "Ah... right, Ah Ming!" He turned around and saw
his mother making a fist and giving him a thumbs-up.

Now, the moment had finally arrived! Chun Jiao had been in the bathroom for half an hour, but A Ming
still n't calm down. "Sigh... I should have been more reckless back in school, so I could have gained some
experience!" He sighed, feeling defeated by his past school life. "But what should I do now?
Right, I should create a romantic atmosphere. What kind of atmosphere is romantic?" Just as he was racking his brains,
the bathroom door clicked open.

"She's out! What will she be wearing?" Zhi Ming's heart was pounding, and he
pictured Chun Jiao in a transparent nightgown, her full breasts, slender waist, and dark pubic hair...
faintly visible under the thin fabric, undoubtedly incredibly alluring.

"Hi!" Chun Jiao's sweet voice came from the bathroom. Zhi Ming turned around and saw Chun Jiao looking shy
, blinking her big, watery eyes apologetically, "Sorry, I took too long to shower."

"No...no...not long..." Zhi Ming laughed hurriedly, feeling incredibly
disappointed —Chun Jiao was still wearing that colorful checkered pajama set, all the buttons fastened neatly except for the top
one.

Seeing him staring at her blankly, Chun Jiao blushed and walked over, sitting on the edge of the bed with her back to him.
Zhi Ming stared at her back helplessly, unable to find the words to say. The room was quiet, the air
seemed frozen.

"So...now...what should we do?" Chun Jiao asked timidly, without turning her head.

"Do...what should we do?!" Zhi Ming was overjoyed and quickly moved closer, "No need to say...of course, we should
do that...that thing!" He found himself so excited that he couldn't even speak properly.

"I didn't...I didn't mean..." Chun Jiao noticed Zhi Ming's strange look and her heart skipped a beat. She quickly stood up,
avoiding his embrace, and suddenly remembered something, saying, "Oh! Right, I almost forgot!"

"What?!" Zhi Ming awkwardly spread his hands, watching Chun Jiao sway her bottom and run
to the living room. She rummaged through the drawers for a while, then happily came back with a DVD. "Great...
what movie is this?" Zhi Ming was overjoyed; she had come prepared!

"It's 'The Ring's Reappearance,' I've rented it for a week now. You know I've been busy preparing for
the wedding and haven't had time to watch it. I should return it tomorrow..." Chun Jiao said as she turned on the LCD TV by the bed and
deftly inserted the DVD into the player. Before Zhi Ming could stop her, she had already turned off the lights and
pressed the play button on the remote.

Suddenly, a bluish light shone from the screen. Zhiming nervously glanced at the dark doorway—
Chunjiao had forgotten to close it when she came in. He tried to close it, but his legs were too weak to move. Just
then, a piercing scream blared from the speakers: "Waaaaah...waaaah..." He trembled, clutching
his shoulders.

Chunjiao glanced at him, noticing his terrified expression, and felt a mixture of amusement and exasperation. "A grown man
, afraid of horror movies!"

she said. "It's been so long since I've watched one, I...I'm not used to it!" Zhiming said timidly. He'd been afraid of horror
movies since childhood, but he couldn't show any cowardice in front of Chunjiao, so he mustered his courage and continued watching.

Chunjiao giggled and patted him casually. "It's okay, it'll be over soon..."
The blue light shone on her beautiful oval face, making Zhiming feel a chilling dread, and he didn't dare look at her again.
"He's clearly scared! Fine, let's see how long you can hold out! I bet you'll come and hug me!" Chun Jiao thought,
a smug smile creeping onto her lips.

Zhi Ming, watching intently, became completely absorbed in the dramatic plot, his eyes glued
to the television screen. Chun Jiao waited anxiously for a long time without hearing a word from him
… "This idiot! I have to use drastic measures!" Chun Jiao thought to herself.

Near the halfway point, the plot eased, and Zhi Ming breathed a sigh of relief, his tense shoulders relaxing.
The female lead sat alone in her room, absentmindedly flipping through a colorful magazine. Suddenly, the music became eerie
, the camera panning to the empty doorway, then back to the female lead, slowly shifting back and forth between her
and the doorway. Based on experience, Chun Jiao knew the ghost was about to appear again. She glanced at Zhi Ming out of the corner of her eye;
his eyes were wide with terror, and he was also holding his breath, preparing for the thrilling moment.

Sure enough, when the camera returned to the female lead's feet, a pair of pale hands suddenly landed on her shoulders, the music
abruptly stopped, and almost simultaneously, Chun Jiao and the female lead on the screen both screamed in terror: "Aaaaah
..." Zhi Ming also yelled, jumping up from the bed and hugging her tightly. "You're so jumpy,
it scared me to death ...it scared me to death!" he said, trembling.

This little trick actually worked! Chun Jiao nestled against his chest, able to clearly hear Zhi Ming's
heartbeat: "Thump! Thump..." He must have been genuinely frightened. "If you're scared, turn it off, don't
watch !" she said, reaching for the remote to turn off the TV.

The room was pitch black, except for the green glow of the player button, which flickered like
tiny eyes. Zhiming instinctively tightened his embrace around Chun Jiao's soft body. "Should I just... just press
down on her like this?" he wondered, then shook his head in the darkness. "That won't do! Otherwise, Chun Jiao
will be afraid of sex later. I have to kiss her first... kiss her? Then... take off her clothes, her bra and
panties , completely naked! — But, when touching her breasts, should I start with the left? Or the right? Can I touch them?
Can I lick them with my tongue? Should I touch them with my hands first or lick them with my mouth first?..."

A barrage of questions flooded Zhiming's mind, making it a jumbled mess, while Chun Jiao's voice echoed in his chest.
Snoring: "Hoo-hoo-hoo—" even and sweet—it turned out that Chun Jiao
had fallen asleep while he was hesitating!

"Sigh! How could it be so fast? Maybe she's exhausted from preparing for the wedding?" Zhi Ming
sighed helplessly, gently placing Chun Jiao on the pillow and pulling the blanket over her. "I'll just have to
be patient . There's no rush to figure out those headaches. There'll be plenty of time later!" He comforted
himself and lay down next to Chun Jiao.

Chapter 3: The Gaze of Others

Because he couldn't get leave, the wedding had to be held on the weekend. Zhi Ming hated the relevant department for this,
his teeth itching with resentment: he had to work another month tomorrow, so their honeymoon in Hainan would have to be postponed for a month.

"What? Are you kidding me... you didn't do it last night?!" Xuan'er and Xiao Lei were speechless with surprise.

Chun Jiao realized her slip of the tongue and was filled with regret: "I shouldn't have said that..." Huang Xuan'er and Hong Xiaolei were both
her classmates from university, and they had attended yesterday's wedding. They came early this morning to find out more.

"Could he have... a mother complex?!" Xuan'er asked, tilting her head. She was already twenty-seven years old and had been married for
over three years, so she spoke without thinking.

Hong Xiaolei was still a twenty-three-year-old unmarried girl. After thinking for a moment, she cautiously guessed, "Could he be
gay ?"

"I think... it's probably impossible..." Chun Jiao said anxiously. She wasn't sure if Zhiming
was gay or not, but she knew he definitely didn't have what Xuan'er was talking about—a "mother complex"!

"Anything is possible!" Xiaolei insisted, but Chunjiao gave her a disapproving look before she changed her tune and
said mysteriously, "Have you heard about the recent trend of... sexless couples?"

"Of course we've heard! There are quite a few couples like that!" Xuan'er chimed in, seeing
Chunjiao's blank expression, and patiently explained, "It's those couples who are passionate about sex when they're dating
, but after marriage, they lose all interest in each other..."

"Right, right!" Xiaolei agreed, giving a vivid analogy, "Even the best food
gets boring

if you eat it every day." "Zhiming isn't like that!" Chunjiao shook her head and exclaimed, stopping the conversation. But
Chunjiao couldn't tell them she was still a virgin, so she asked another question: "So...
what's ?"

"You really...you know, you have to bring up the most awkward things! I just broke up with my boyfriend again!" Xiaolei replied, but
there wasn't a trace of sadness on her face. It seemed that heartbreak was the most common thing for her. Xuan'er, on the other hand, looked
very disappointed: "It was okay when we first got married, but now...it's only once a week!"

This was an unwelcome topic, and the atmosphere immediately became cold. Xiaolei broke the awkwardness:
"By the way, everyone, tell me, what was your first time like?"

"It would have been better if I hadn't told you! It was so painful! Before the glans even went in, I was screaming in pain!" Xuan'er
counted on her fingers and emphasized, "I had just turned 18 then! Not my current husband!"

"It hurt before he even went in...?" Chun Jiao said fearfully, unable to imagine what kind of pain that must have been.

"Listen to me first!" Xuan'er slapped her and eagerly continued, "It
hurt so much! I was crying as I scrambled out of bed and tried to run, but I couldn't escape. He dragged me back by the foot, and
he...he..." Xuan'er frowned, paused, "He just spread my buttocks and came
in ! The pain was unbearable...I wanted to bite him to death!"

Chun Jiao listened, her heart pounding with fear. The brutal image flashed through her mind: a strong, muscular man
pinning a frail, young girl to the bed, thrusting his long, erect penis into her from behind, not caring whether
she lived or died.

"I don't know how I endured it. There was a huge pool of blood, bright red..." Xuan'er
continued , her proud expression as if she were showing off something she had accomplished.

"Don't say anymore, it's too horrible..." Chun Jiao covered her ears, unable to bear listening any longer; just thinking about it made her feel
nauseous .

Xiaolei blushed and said softly, "I was already eighteen when I first had sex, and I didn't
bleed ..."

"You must have masturbated too much, right?" Xuan'er giggled. "I bet you used
a carrot , not a cucumber, right?"

"No! It was because his... his was too small!" Xiaolei shook her head, her face as red as
two apples. "During sex, I kept thinking, 'When is it over?' I couldn't
feel , I just felt the urge to pee..."

Xuan'er laughed loudly, clutching her stomach and bending over, saying, "Regretting it now? If you knew, you
should have sold your virginity for a high price!"

Xiaolei rolled her eyes at her and said dejectedly, "It was small, but it was still fun! Now that we've broken up,
I can't do it anymore..."

"You two perverts, you filthy bastards! When will you ever stop?" Chun Jiao yelled from the side. The two girls were stunned,
then realized that Chun Jiao hadn't spoken for a while, so they asked in unison, "Hey! Chun Jiao, what about your first time?"

Both eyes were fixed on her, and Chun Jiao panicked. She uttered "Ah," but couldn't answer
.

Xuan'er and Xiao Lei looked at each other, their faces full of disbelief: "Don't tell me you... it's your first time
?!"

"No... but I do know a little bit about sex," Chun Jiao said,
feeling extremely inferior. She unconsciously clenched her fists to encourage herself, and said in a seemingly casual tone, "I just lack
practical experience, but dealing with Zhi Ming shouldn't be a problem! Ahahaha..."

"How is that possible?!" the two girls exclaimed in unison, their eyes wide open, as if
Chun Jiao sitting in front of them was an alien.

Seeing their exaggerated reaction, Chun Jiao felt both angry and confused: "What's wrong? Do
n't you believe in my abilities? Or is it too late?"

"Isn't it too late?" Xuan'er retorted. "I've read an authoritative sexology report that says
the average age for girls in our country to have their first sexual experience is 20.05 years old. You're already 24, isn't that too
late? Far below average!"

Chun Jiao paused for a moment, realizing she could no longer have a pleasant conversation with them, and then, feigning hunger, slipped away...
While cooking in the kitchen, Chun Jiao kept replaying their conversation in her mind, anxiously thinking, "Will everything be alright? My first
time..."

After lunch, Chun Jiao saw them all the way to the door. Xiao Lei waved goodbye, "Bye-bye,
darling a thumbs-up, "Chun Jiao, good luck! We believe
in you!"

"Okay... I definitely will! Come visit sometime!" Chun Jiao said enthusiastically, watching the two
walk away hand in hand. From afar, she heard Xiao Lei say, "That really startled me! She's still a virgin!"

"It's not surprising! Chun Jiao's parents are very strict," Xuan'er said. "She's beautiful, quiet...
and hasn't picked up any bad habits. It's just a pity she doesn't even know what sex feels like!"

"Yes, yes, that's right," Xiao Lei murmured in agreement. The two turned the corner and disappeared. Chun Jiao thought about their
words, and the last bit of superiority she had as a virgin vanished completely in the face of a non-virgin.

Several close colleagues couldn't attend Zhiming's wedding due to work, so as soon as Zhiming got off
work at five o'clock, he was practically dragged to a bar to celebrate.

At work, Zhiming's mind was filled with images of Chun Jiao, and he couldn't wait to go home and
reunite with his wife. However, he couldn't refuse his colleagues' good intentions, so he patiently drank beer with them. As the drinks flowed
, the men started telling dirty jokes.

"Hey! Zhiming, did you have a blast last night?" A-Kui shouted, spittle flying everywhere.
His nickname "Big Voice" was well-deserved; his loud, hoarse voice drowned out the noise of the crowd, attracting
the attention of the customers at the next table.

"Huh?!" Zhiming was stunned for a moment, glanced around, and said in annoyance, "Keep your voice down! The whole world
knows!"

A-Kui was in high spirits and didn't care about that. He persisted, "I can tell by looking at your eyes. You have dark
circles eyes. You must have been up all night, right? Now... do you feel sore back and legs?!"

"Oh... no, no?" Zhiming scratched his head awkwardly. He had spent his wedding night watching horror movies with his wife until
2 a.m. and almost peed his pants from fright. How could he possibly admit that? "

—You

little rascal, you've really struck gold! You've married such a beautiful wife, the world
is so unfair…" A-Kui said sourly, chugging down a large glass of wine, choking and tearing up. Everyone
laughed, and Zhi-Ming could only laugh along. "I guess I won't be able to drink with my buddies much from now on! Going straight
home hug my wife after work, like a tiger descending the mountain, unstoppable!… Damn, that's the good thing about marriage!
No more spending money on sex, I'm so envious! Tomorrow, I'll bring one home too…"

"This guy! He really says anything…" Zhi-Ming thought, not daring to respond. A-
Kui was already twenty-eight years old and still a bachelor. The rumors about him frequenting brothels
were no longer news at the company. Not only was he loud, but when he drank too much, his words
flowed , who knew how long he'd keep going on and on?

Having learned his lesson from yesterday, Zhiming drank with everyone for a while before making an
excuse . The streets outside were already brightly lit, ablaze with lights.

After walking for a while, his body heated up, the alcohol taking effect, leaving Zhiming dizzy and
clenching his fists as he muttered to himself, "Good! Good! I must do it tonight! I must do it..." This attracted
strange looks from passersby, but he was oblivious. Thinking about how Chunjiao had fallen asleep before they even started last night, he felt a vague
sense of worry : "I want to do it, but it's so hard to seize the opportunity!"

Last week, he was so busy preparing for the wedding that he couldn't sleep a wink as soon as he hit the bed,
and he hadn't had any time to masturbate. He even had a wet dream once... "I've been conserving my energy for so long, tonight I must
be a man and pounce on her..." Zhiming told himself.

Passing by the audio equipment store, Zhiming unconsciously walked in and habitually picked up a
pornographic DVD. Only after registering it did he realize, "Oh right! Where can I masturbate after getting married? Our apartment is only
two bedrooms my wife will find out no matter where I watch it!" But he immediately slapped his forehead
, "Zhiming, Zhiming! Why are you masturbating? Don't you have a beautiful wife waiting at home?
Why do you need to masturbate while watching DVDs?" He quickly returned the DVD, and the shop owner muttered
a curse under her breath. "Something's wrong with you!"

Chapter Four: The beautiful night begins.

Reaching the entrance of the residential area, Zhiming looked up and saw the light was still on in his window. Thinking about the
real battle he and Chunjiao were going to have that night, he felt a surge of energy. He jogged along in the cool shade of the trees,
even singing an old revolutionary song: "Forward! Forward! The soldier's responsibility is heavy..."

Chunjiao was indeed still awake, sitting on the middle of the bed with her knees drawn up. Seeing Zhiming push open the door,
she said , "You're here!" Then she turned back to watch TV with great interest.

Zhiming knew she was upset about his late return, but he didn't explain. He took off his clothes, changed into a bathrobe, and said happily
, "I'm going to take a shower!"

"Hmm..." Chunjiao hummed, not even glancing at him.

Zhiming felt bored and walked dejectedly to the bathroom door, turning back to call softly, "Chunjiao...
" Chunjiao turned around, and he grinned mischievously, revealing a set of white teeth.

"You're crazy..." Chun Jiao hadn't finished speaking when Zhi Ming had already slipped into the bathroom, turned on the shower, and started washing
himself. "The bowstring is drawn, and I have to release it. I'm going to have sex with you tonight no matter what!" Zhi Ming
thought as he washed, but he was also worried: "Will I... ejaculate prematurely if I accumulate too much?"

When he was almost finished washing, Zhi Ming suddenly had an idea: "If it's full, why not let it be full? Why not release some first
?" He squeezed some shower gel onto his limp penis and slowly began to masturbate against the wall.

Since high school, Zhi Ming had developed this bad habit and had never stopped. Although he felt
ashamed and guilty afterward, it wasn't until he went to college that he learned from his classmates and from adult websites that he was
n't , and that bad feeling slowly faded away.

The water from the shower was still flowing, and his penis was getting hotter and hotter. Zhi Ming's mind was filled with Chun Jiao's white
legs, full breasts, and her round buttocks. Unconsciously, his breathing became rapid. He
She squinted and looked at it; white foam surrounded his manhood, which was already roughly erect, large and long,
with a bright red glans like a fresh mushroom cap.

"Tonight...we're going to do it, aren't we?" Chun Jiao thought of the strange look in Zhi Ming's eyes before he went into the bathroom,
and her heart pounded. She couldn't concentrate on watching TV anymore. She took a shower early, before it got dark,
and changed her underwear and bra. She waited anxiously for Zhi Ming to come home from work, but he didn't come.
She waited and waited, and when he finally came, he went into the bathroom and dawdled for so long. "It's driving me crazy..."
She was getting impatient, so she turned off the TV and secretly went to the living room to get a DVD to play.

The explosion finally arrived as expected. Zhiming groaned, his whole body trembling. A thick, white jet of liquid shot out from his
urethra , slapping against the shiny white tiles and leaving sharp, straight
marks, like clumsy little white snakes wriggling downwards. It slowly slid to the cracks
in the wall, shrinking into clumps of thick resin, gradually fading, becoming transparent, and finally turning into
puddles on the floor tiles.

His breathing calmed, and he felt completely refreshed. Zhiming shuffled open the bathroom door and called out furtively
, "Chunjiao…" There was no answer. "Has she fallen asleep again?" Zhiming hurriedly stepped out of the bathroom
. Chunjiao was staring intently at the television screen, her eyes unblinking. Zhiming's heart skipped a beat.
"Damn it! Watching a horror movie again..."

He was about to speak, but afraid of frightening her, Zhiming mustered his courage and tiptoed behind Chun Jiao. Looking at the screen
, he saw a muscular black man panting, pinning a voluptuous blonde woman to the bed. His
large, fan-like hands were pounding into her plump, white buttocks, his donkey-sized, dark, oily penis
rapidly thrusting in and out of her pink, tender vagina, pulling out the glistening folds of flesh before quickly shoving them
back in. "Oh yeah! Oh yeah!... Fuck me! Fuck me!"
"Lease..." The blonde woman rolled her eyes, moaning ecstatically. Two
round , undulating like waves. On her tailbone was
a tattoo the size of half a palm—a delicate purple rose... It turned out Chun Jiao had turned down the volume and was watching porn by herself!
Zhi Ming couldn't help but exclaim, "Ah! American and European films! My favorite!"

"You didn't even make a sound..." Chun Jiao was startled, her face flushing red and then pale with embarrassment.
She tried to argue, "Does it take you so long to take a shower? I... I was bored by myself,
so I just grabbed a disc and put it in, and this is what it looks like..."

"Really?" Zhi Ming was also confused. He always returned the discs he borrowed from the video store after watching them
. How could she have found one? It was pointless to say anything now. Zhiming's nostrils flared nervously
, and a sharp, fierce glint suddenly shot from his eyes. Like a wild beast, he pounced on Chunjiao on
the bed, kissing her wildly.

Chunjiao nervously clung to Zhiming's back, returning his kiss passionately. Neither of them had experience, and their lips
pressed together awkwardly, teeth clattering against each other, neither daring to
extend their tongues first.

Chunjiao's lips were warm and soft, like two delicate flower petals. Zhiming couldn't resist sticking out his tongue
and licking between her lips and teeth, savoring the fragrant and moist taste. Chunjiao was startled, clenching her teeth tightly,
blocking Zhiming's tongue.

Zhiming, having just tasted a bit of the flavor, became impatient, tightly holding Chunjiao's head, his tongue frantically
darting between her lips and teeth, as if trying to create a breach. One attacked,
the other defended, and they remained locked in a stalemate for several minutes. Zhiming's tongue still couldn't find its way in.
Their breathing grew increasingly rapid, perhaps because the air in the room was too hot, as
fine beads of sweat appeared on their foreheads.

Chunjiao breathed heavily through her nostrils, her jaw clenched so tightly that her cheeks ached.
Finally, she slowly loosened her jaw and opened her mouth little by little... Instantly, a fragrant scent flowed into
Zhiming 's nostrils and into his lungs. He quickly seized this rare opportunity, stubbornly wedging his tongue
between his teeth, trying to pry open those strong teeth.

Chunjiao nervously extended her tongue, lightly touching Zhiming's tongue, before instantly withdrawing it
deep into her mouth. It felt so much like a little snake that Zhiming was startled. He quickly stepped back and looked at
Chunjiao . Chunjiao's eyes were slightly closed in his palm, her mouth open and panting heavily. Her two rows of fine
teeth gleamed alluringly white under the light.

Zhiming wanted to find the source of that fragrance, so he pressed his tongue against hers again, inserting his entire tongue
to fill her warm mouth. Deep inside, he found that shy tongue from before—it had nowhere to hide.
Zhiming clumsily licked it, trying to swirl it up and hold it in his mouth, but it was too playful, like a nimble, slippery little snake
that was difficult to catch. He could only make a gurgling sound.

"Mmm..." Chun Jiao whimpered softly, struggling to push Zhi Ming's head away. Like someone
just emerging from underwater, she opened her eyes, panting heavily. "No...no...that's not how you do it!"

Zhi Ming froze for a moment, then Chun Jiao kissed him squarely. Her playful tongue deftly slipped into his mouth,
bringing an intoxicating aroma and an incredibly sweet, smooth taste. He loved the feeling,
greedily sucking and licking the sweet juice, swallowing it whole. Chun Jiao moaned softly,
pushing her tongue further into the man's mouth, showering this thirsty wolf with pleasure.

"Oh! Chun Jiao, you're so alluring!" Zhi Ming murmured, kissing his way down to her snow-white neck.
His hands weren't idle either, reaching for her breasts and unbuttoning two buttons. A deep cleavage stretched downwards, and a violet
lace-trimmed bra covered most of her breasts. "Oh no! How do I undo this?" he wondered, perplexed.

"This... there's a hook at the back..." Chun Jiao whispered, squinting, and thrust her chest upwards. Zhi Ming reached
down and pulled, finding a row of tiny hooks. He asked uncertainly, "...Is it this?" Chun Jiao
nodded , and he began to tug at it haphazardly, but couldn't get it open.

"You can't pull like that... it'll tear..." Chun Jiao said, frowning. She struggled to sit up, then reached
behind her and gently pulled at the bra straps. With two soft snaps, the straps loosened at her shoulders. "Ah Ming..."
"...Okay..." Chun Jiao collapsed, her chest heaving like waves.

Zhi Ming reached out and shakily removed her bra, revealing a perfect hemisphere—
so firm, so upright, adorned with two pink nipples, like two ripe
peaches hanging on a branch, eagerly awaiting his pluck.

Chun Jiao glanced at Zhi Ming, who was staring blankly with wide eyes, and muttered embarrassedly, "Don't look
...it's so embarrassing..." She reached out and grabbed the man's hand, placing it on her full breasts—
they were itching, yearning for touch.

"So soft..." Zhi Ming snapped out of his daze and, guided by the woman, slowly kneaded them, watching as
her lovely breasts deformed and reformed under his hands...he could clearly feel them slowly
swelling, becoming more and more elastic...and soon they were taut.

His burning palm was like a raging fire, scorching Chun Jiao's taut skin. Wherever the flame touched, her skin
softened inch by inch, turning into undulating waves of water. Chun Jiao twisted her waist, repeatedly thrusting her chest against him.
A tingling, itchy sensation spread through her nipples like gentle ripples throughout her body. Chun Jiao finally couldn't suppress
a moan, softly humming, "Ah..." This feeling was novel and unfamiliar, mixed with endless
pleasure and shyness. "How strange! I want him to keep touching me, never to stop..."

"In my twenty-five years of life, this is the first time I've touched a woman's breasts!" Zhi Ming was deeply moved. The plump breasts
played happily in his palms—the night that belonged to the two of them had just begun...

[To be continued]

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