The love of "Grass Mud Horse"

The first time I saw Sister Ling, I was simply stunned.

I usually get along well with my teachers at school, often flattering them and visiting them
frequently. Plus, my grades are usually good. So, when a teacher gives me a good opportunity, they're willing to let me participate. Professor Liang
was one such example. Ever since I brought him local specialties from home twice, I'd become
one of his favorite students. This gave me the opportunity to participate in his research project. (I believe
many of you are familiar with this.)

It was in his lab that I first saw Sister Ling. Long, flowing hair (the dyed, blonde kind
—I really like this kind), an oval face, cherry lips, a proudly erect bust, a tiny waist that looked like it could be pinched
, and a perfectly toned bottom in tight jeans (I personally dislike
girls with large, sagging butts—personal taste). She was incredibly alluring! For a moment, I was even a little stunned. I'm a bit of
a closet pervert!

Seeing Professor Liang enter the lab, she stood up and greeted him with a "Good morning." Professor Liang then introduced me as his newly
recruited graduate student, and said she would be supervising my experiments from now on. I didn't hear the rest of his conversation clearly, but it seemed
much brighter outside the window. Finally, Professor Liang told me to focus on learning from Xiaoling in the lab and
to communicate with her more. Of course, I wouldn't disappoint him. As soon as he left, I opened up and started chatting with Sister Ling
.

While I'm not exactly the tall, handsome, and dashing type,
I do consider myself somewhat of a "cute boy," which is quite attractive to some girls. I kept
complimenting her, mainly about how beautiful her smile was, how much she resembled a celebrity, or how long and beautiful her fingers were, suggesting she might
have studied piano as a child.

I also shared various gossip and rumors I'd heard from the professors—things girls are more interested in.
By the end of the morning, she had accepted me as her junior! I called her "Sister Ling" and she called me "Junior
Brother," we were incredibly affectionate. During our conversation, we naturally learned that her boyfriend was studying in another city.
Exchanging phone numbers was a natural progression.

Let me first explain the environment of our lab. It's on the top floor of the building, an entire floor dedicated to
Professor Liang's renowned xxxxx lab. Usually, it's just Professor Liang, two other professors, Sister Ling
, and me. This research often involves fieldwork, so naturally, the two professors go out on those missions.
Professor Liang only comes to check on the progress of the experiments. Before I arrived, only Sister Ling was there. In short, it
was a "good place."

Afterwards, I worked on experiments with Sister Ling, and we often flirted and teased each other, sometimes even blushing
.

Being with a beautiful woman is always a struggle, especially when she went to the bathroom. Since the bathroom and the lab
are separated by only one wall, I could always clearly hear her urinating, and my lower body would always get an erection, feeling
uncomfortably swollen.

But it often ends there, after all, lust and courage are two different things. Besides, she really was a very nice girl
; she had a quality that inspired people to protect her. I was also afraid that if things got too tense, we wouldn't even be able to stay friends, and
I wouldn't be able to get past Professor Liang.

The more I endured, the more uncomfortable I became. Over time, people start to have some perverse thoughts. After hearing it countless times, I did
the boldest thing I could ever do. That time, she was menstruating and kept running to the toilet. I couldn't stand the stimulation, so I
followed her. I tiptoed to the stall and squatted down, my heart pounding.

Looking down, I saw a patch of red under her black pubic hair, and dark red stuff dripping down. Unfortunately,
before I could see anything substantial, Sister Ling suddenly stood up, scaring me so much I almost
fell on my butt. Still shaken, I immediately and quietly escaped from the toilet.

Sitting anxiously in the lab, I waited for Sister Ling to return, repeatedly wondering if she had discovered me.
My heart was pounding! About five minutes later, she finally returned, her face slightly flushed. She immediately asked
if the results for xx were out. Seeing her like this, I secretly breathed a sigh of relief and pretended to be calm as I talked to her. I drifted off in a daze
until noon, then practically fled.

Still shaken, I hastily asked Professor Liang for leave that afternoon. Often, similar incidents would
end there. If it weren't for the two things that happened later, our relationship might have ended there.

About two weeks passed. Our project was very relaxed when things were quiet, but incredibly busy when things got busy
, often working until 11 pm. That was a magical night; as you might guess, there was a
power outage! We were very close when the power went out, so I startled her with the outage.

She looked up in surprise and let me kiss her forehead. (Actually, it would be more accurate to say her head bumped into my chin
, and then our lips touched.) This made me secretly indulge in a wild fantasy.

I comforted her first, then used my phone's light to get the candle. Perhaps I was too caught up in my fantasy, because
when I walked over with the candle, I was completely oblivious and tripped. What touched me was that she didn't
dodge like most girls would, but instead opened her arms to catch me. As a result, I ended up in
an awkward position with one hand on her thigh near the base and the other on her stomach.

We stared at each other in that position for at least five seconds before finally separating, blushing.

From that moment on, I knew she probably felt the same way I did for her.

After that, we deliberately avoided that aspect, but overall, our relationship improved.

Then this incident truly brought us together. Experienced friends know that keeping a
long-distance relationship fresh is a very challenging issue. Friction is inevitable, and girls
always like to have someone to confide in when facing difficulties. I naturally took on this daunting task without hesitation.

Whenever I argued with my boyfriend or had something going wrong, Sister Ling would always drag me along on shopping sprees and treat me to
meals. And for me, accompanying the woman I love was always a hundred times more than I wanted to. In her words, "It's still..."
"Hey little brother." I was helpless; this beauty always played dumb with my roundabout confession.

Of course, there were always gains. I vaguely learned that her boyfriend was her childhood sweetheart, and they had been in a relationship
for eight years.

Her boyfriend loved her very much, but he was too petty, which often led to arguments.

Finally, one argument escalated, and she got drunk. Seeing the woman I loved nestled in my arms,
even though I hadn't drunk much, I had drunk quite a bit. Anyway, I was drunk enough to kiss her. It seemed that her long-distance relationship
left her feeling empty not only emotionally but also physically. Because she let out a soft moan, she began to respond to me
. Originally, I only wanted to kiss her, but now I couldn't control myself at all. My long-suppressed desires
erupted completely, and I didn't care that we were still in a hotel, so I started to get down to work.

While kissing her passionately, I moved downwards. Unbuttoning her clothes, the beautiful breasts I'd fantasized about countless times
were finally revealed. I greedily sucked on her tender nipples, kneading them until they hardened and stood erect. My lips slowly
moved down, gliding over her chest, over her lower abdomen. Sister Ling murmured softly, involuntarily arching her lower
abdomen in rhythm with my movements, her thighs clenched tightly.

Several attempts failed to loosen her grip. I wondered if she was still awake, but her face was even more flushed and
alluring, without any suspicious expression. My erection was already hard, but I forcibly suppressed it, fearing a backlash from the internal energy and
the risk of going berserk.

I then deepened my penetration, consolidating my position above, and attempted a feigned attack on her lower body. Gently caressing
the inside of Sister Ling's thighs, her moans grew even louder. After several attempts, Sister Ling couldn't stop wriggling her hips. By
the time I finally managed to pull off the jeans tightly wrapped around her body, I was drenched in sweat.

At this moment, Sister Ling finally exposed all her privacy to me without reservation. Thick pubic hair covered her
entire vulva, and her labia minora were slightly exposed due to engorgement. They were still bright red, clearly indicating infrequent sexual activity
. Under the light, her clitoris, glistening with vaginal fluid, appeared translucent. My blood was surging; I could even hear my own
heartbeat.

I was burning with desire, my whole body unbearably hot. I suddenly knelt down, spread her legs, buried my head
between her thighs, and extended my tongue, gently licking her clitoris. Her vulva opened slightly under my tongue, involuntarily leaking vaginal
fluid. Sister Ling's soft moans had turned into suppressed, intermittent groans. Because she hadn't showered after drinking and sweating, her vulva
had a rather pungent, slightly erotic smell, which was quite pleasant.

Seeing the increasing amount of vaginal fluid secreted, I knew Sister Ling was in great need. I pulled out my penis
, coated it with her fluids, and with a soft "plop," it slid in smoothly. Inside, I could feel that she
rarely had sex; her vagina was very tight.

Perhaps I'd been craving it too much, fantasizing for too long, and it was driving me crazy! After only a dozen or so thrusts
, my penis suddenly jolted, and I could no longer hold back, ejaculating inside her.
Afterward, a wave of relief washed over me, like an immense burden being lifted. The feeling of being on cloud nine was incomparably wonderful
. Of course, I was also exhausted; I didn't even have the strength to pull out before collapsing onto her. Under
the influence of alcohol, I was even a little drowsy.

In my hazy state, I felt a hand gently stroking my back, and I suddenly woke up.
I found Sister Ling gazing at me with deep affection. My scalp tingled, and I didn't know how to react. Unexpectedly,
Sister Ling leaned in and kissed me, and of course, I responded passionately.

Our naked bodies embraced tightly, my glans rubbing against her pubic hair, gradually regaining its strength.

I was instantly overjoyed; it turned out she had been awake the whole time, so she knew I had ejaculated prematurely
.

Now that I had another chance, how could I miss it? I moved my hips in rhythm, letting my penis slide automatically
into her still-wet, lustful vagina, beginning another journey of exploration and discovery. The difference this
time was that she wasn't pretending to be drunk like last time, and she cooperated with my advances.

Thanks to the previous setup, there was plenty of lustful fluid inside. Each thrust was accompanied by a splashing sound,
along with Sister Ling's suppressed moans, which sounded incredibly stimulating. Her breasts, already red from being cared for by my hands,
trembled up and down with each thrust, greatly stimulating her senses. Lingjie grew increasingly excited, her eyes even becoming slightly
unfocused. She suddenly wrapped her arms around my waist, pressing me against her body. I knew she was about to climax.

Having had several sexual experiences before, and with years of exposure to AV culture, I knew exactly how to bring her to
orgasm.

I increased the speed of my thrusts, then leaned down and bit her earlobe, whispering in her ear, "Lingjie,
I love you." Suddenly, a tremor ran through me; Lingjie's nails had dug deep into my back, her thighs
clamping tightly around my hips.

I felt the pressure in her vagina suddenly increase, gripping my penis tightly, a surge of heat rushing to my glans. I
couldn't hold back any longer, ejaculating and collapsing onto Lingjie again. This time, I finally achieved a fusion of body and soul with the woman beneath me
, feeling incredibly satisfied.

I wanted to savor this silent yet powerful moment, prolonging the pleasure. Unexpectedly, the meal took too long,
and a waiter came to knock on the door (I closed the door the second time). I quickly got up and dressed, asking him to wait a moment.
While paying the bill, the waiter kept glancing at Lingjie; apparently, he already knew from the hurried dressing sounds.
They must see this kind of thing quite often!

Afterwards, I put my arm around Lingjie and walked her back to her dorm. It was clear that since the truth came out, her attitude towards me had
changed significantly. She vaguely considered me her boyfriend. Along the way, we inevitably
had an in-depth discussion about the survival rate of my hundreds of millions of offspring, and a careful study of which spermicide to use.
(Of course, I went to buy it.)

After this ordeal, Lingjie finally broke up with her boyfriend after countless arguments. I successfully won
the heart of my beauty, and from then on, we flew wing to wing, entwined in every dark corner of the campus.

On the lab bench, on Professor Liang's desk, in the library, on the school's artificial hill…
On the grass, in the bushes, in the hotel—everywhere bore the marks of our madness.
We even reenacted a scene in the lab's toilet.

She told me that I noticed someone outside as soon as I squatted down, because the change in light caused by squatting made it
easy to spot. (This wolf is seriously inexperienced; fellow enthusiasts beware!) She also scolded me for causing her
menstrual blood to stain her clothes when she stood up, so she spent a long time wiping herself in the bathroom.

For a full 66 days, we always ate our fill, then worked, and worked until we were tired, then ate again. Life like this,
what more could one ask for? In short, this was arguably the happiest period of my life. Of course,
except when Sister Ling was being harassed by her ex-boyfriend! I always think about life; how wonderful it would be if it were like the number 66! Whenever I think of this,
I can't suppress my sadness. My love, are you doing well now? Have you
received my heartfelt blessings?

A dark and windy night is the perfect time for getting things done. In a secluded corner of the campus, under the cover of darkness, a group of warriors
groped their way forward with difficulty. Undeterred by the muddy and winding paths, they forged ahead, scaling
peak after peak.

As one of these warriors, I too was striving towards my goal. But today, my target suddenly
seemed uncooperative, frozen in shock. After a long pause, he finally managed to utter,
"Hua Zi, what are you doing here?"

Turning around at the sound of his voice, I saw only three figures. Two punches landed on my stomach, followed by a right hook that knocked
me to the ground.

"The Farmer's Three Punches" truly lived up to its name! Sister Ling, stunned, immediately threw herself on top of me, shielding me. At that moment, I
finally saw the three people clearly and realized that the one in the middle was Sister Ling's ex-boyfriend—Hua Zi. As for the other
two, they were probably just thugs.

Sister Ling snapped, "Hua Zi, are you crazy! We've already broken up!"

This only enraged him more. "They told me you had a new lover, and I didn't believe it. Today, I finally
see the light. Break up? Eight years of relationship, you just break up like that? What did I do wrong? Just for
this pretty boy? How is he any better than me? I won't believe it until I kill him today!" He
became increasingly agitated, and then walked towards me.

Seeing Hua Zi was furious, Sister Ling softened and quickly went to plead with him. She even brought up Hua Zi
's father (their parents were close friends) to pin him

down on the ground, a metallic taste in her throat. In terms of individual strength, although I wasn't as strong as Hua Zi, if it
really came down to a fight, he wouldn't have much of an advantage. But he had two more people with him, so I could only
swallow my anger. Hua Zi, on the other hand, remained arrogant, his words growing increasingly harsh.

But it was clear his momentum had weakened. At the same time, he asked Sister Ling to take him away. Of course, I absolutely
refused. But given his strength, my protests were limited to muttering. Seeing this, Sister Ling
came over to comfort me, saying that we should ask Uncle Zhao (Hua Zi's father) to deal with him, and everything would be fine soon.

Before leaving, Hua Zi pointed at me and loudly threatened, "Pretty boy, don't let me see you again. If you
harass my girlfriend again, I'll kill you. This kick is your punishment." With that, he delivered a groin kick
.

I never expected this guy to pull that move. I immediately screamed, mingling with Sister Ling's scream. The duet
startled a group of lovers in the dark night. Most dispersed, but a few curious onlookers came over
.

Hua Zi forcibly dragged Sister Ling away. Through blurry, tear-filled eyes (the pain of that moment is still unforgettable), I saw
Sister Ling, sobbing uncontrollably, repeatedly hitting Hua Zi, but the difference in strength between men and women was too great, and she couldn't break free...

[The End]

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