Xitou Sex Travelogue

A few wisps of frost clung to the crystal-clear glass windows. Kunren breathed warm air onto them, and a thin layer of mist instantly rose from the glass. In September, the temperature on the plains would be at least 20 or 30 degrees Celsius—still summery weather—yet here it felt unusually cool. From noon, he had taken a tour bus from Douliu through Mingjian and Lugu to Xitou; within a few hours, it felt like summer had instantly transformed into autumn, a truly refreshing experience. After a simple instant noodle dinner at the hostel, gazing out the window, Kunren decided to go for a stroll. He quickly slipped on a down hunting jacket and entered the experimental forest owned by National Taiwan University alone.

Walking on the cold asphalt road, he was surrounded by tall, straight, and robust cypress trees on both sides. Kunren is a graduate student at C University, graduating next year to join the army. Recently, he and his girlfriend Yihuan have been arguing about their future. In a fit of anger, he ran away to Xitou alone, renting a charming Japanese-style cabin. He wanted to revisit his favorite foreign land and also reflect on his future with Yihuan.

Kunren was quite daring, wandering alone through the eerie forest. A chilly wind occasionally swept through, and he found himself completely alone, unknowingly arriving at the University Pond. He lit a Mild Seven, looked around, and realized there wasn't a soul in sight. Perhaps a little scared, Kunren decided to turn back and quickly return to his cabin in the villa.

A shadow moved ahead—someone was there! Kunren couldn't hide his joy and quickly walked towards the shadow. When he was about fifteen steps away, he looked closely and saw a young woman in her early twenties, wearing a white Chinese-style top and a pink long skirt. She carried a basket in her right hand and a small leather bag in her left. Her appearance seemed a bit out of place. Kunren wondered, "Who is this person? Why is she here at this time?" Just as he was about to ask, the girl spoke first: "Sir, would you like to buy flowers?"

Kunren found it both strange and amusing. Who would be selling flowers here at this hour? "Miss, it's getting late. Shouldn't you be going home?" The girl lowered her head and remained silent, her long, straight hair almost completely obscuring her delicate and pretty face. "I... I don't live here..." The girl raised her head. "Well... I rented a small wooden cabin at Mingxian Villa. Or would you like to rest there?" The girl didn't answer.

As the girl looked up, Kunren carefully examined her. She had a perfectly oval face, and her skin was so fair it was almost pale; she was quite a beauty. Kunren thought to himself that he hadn't made love to Yihuan for a month, and he was worried about his overflowing semen having nowhere to go. Every day, his little brother would tilt its head back, seemingly protesting loudly at Kunren's face: "Hurry up and take me to explore your flesh cave! I'm about to suffocate!"

Sometimes, when his little brother couldn't hold back any longer, it would even spit in Kunren's face in protest. And now, a perfect opportunity presented itself: a beautiful woman, a single woman, crisp autumn air, a vacation, a foreign land, the night, and tacit consent—these individual factors, like streams, converged into a massive torrent of lust, assaulting Kunren. He reached out and grasped the woman's wrist with his right hand; it was icy cold. Kunren thought it was probably because his lust was high and his body temperature was elevated that he felt the girl's coldness. The road back to the cabin felt particularly long. Kunren opened the door and led the girl into the small suite, about eight meters in size. The girl didn't say much from beginning to end. "Want to take a hot shower? Your body is so cold,"

Kunren asked considerately. It was obvious what Kunren, burning with desire, was thinking. "Okay!" the girl's answer was always very simple. About five minutes after the beauty entered the bathroom, Kunren, who hadn't released his pent-up desire in a while, stripped naked, wearing only a pair of white Three Guns brand underwear. He quietly approached the bathroom and tried to unlock the door; it wasn't locked. After opening the door, the girl glanced back, showing no violent reaction, only a gentle and submissive look at Kunren. The girl's entire body was as white as her face, even and flawless. Although a little thin, she was very well-proportioned, especially her full breasts, which were hard to believe belonged to the same person.

As if possessed, Kunren pressed himself against the girl's back, his arms wrapped around her to knead her breasts. His penis, like a revolver, pressed against her back, still swelling. The smooth, rosy tip of his penis seemed to say to Kunren's slightly drooping face: "Thanks, bro! If I hadn't come this time, I would have exploded." Kunren gently bit the girl's ear, his tongue licking it with rhythmic thrusts. The girl was already weak all over, unable to control herself. The bathroom was filled with thick steam, the dull yellow light of the bulb illuminating their bodies, skin to skin. Kunren coveted her body, gazing at the girl's delicate skin, its smooth, jade-like luster unlike anything he had ever seen before.

Kunren caressed her full breasts with his palms, and the girl occasionally glanced at him tenderly from the corner of her eye. Kunren stood up and lifted the woman's legs with both hands, his penis thrusting into her wet vagina. The girl's hands were clasped together around Kunren's neck. Kunren lifted her up completely, his penis still pumping. The girl gasped softly. The two kissed, bit, and thrust wildly. His penis moved freely in and out of her wet and warm vagina. The girl gradually began to moan with a sharp but not piercing sound of pleasure. His penis hooked, dug, explored, and searched inside her vagina. Now her body was weak and powerless, and Kunren's strong body had already pressed her down to the brink of ecstasy. Seeing that the time was right, Kunren pulled out his burning hot penis. Suddenly, a white streak of liquid appeared in the air. The two of them collapsed on the floor, soaked, their bodies indistinguishable from water or sweat. They took a bath together, feeling completely refreshed. Before they knew it, Kunren had fallen asleep peacefully on the rice.

At seven in the morning, Kunren finally woke up. His mind was still reeling from a night of intense passion. His eyes, slowly opening, scanned the room. The girl from last night was gone. Kunren forced his numb legs to stand and found a small red leather bag by the door—left by the girl! He picked it up, deciding to see what was inside. There wasn't much: a lipstick, a small mirror, a few tissues, and a phone book. Kunren opened the book; the first page listed the owner's profile: Zhang Minding, No. xx, Gongqian Road, Dounan Township, Yunlin County.

Kunren suddenly realized that he had spent the night with the girl without even asking her name—how pathetic! Kunren immediately decided to return the bag himself. Since things with Yihuan were hopeless anyway, if he could connect with Zhang Minding through this, he wouldn't need to care about that capricious girl, Yihuan. The main reason was that the pleasure he experienced last night was something Kunren had never felt with Yihuan before.

Kunren packed his backpack, returned the room key, and left Mingxian Villa for his next destination. Dounan was still a quaint little town. He had never been here before, and his only impression of it was that there was an amusement park near the interchange that was always packed on holidays. Stepping out of the station, he asked passersby and learned that Gongqian Road was not far from the station. As Kunren walked, he wondered if the girl would be home. Why did she leave without saying goodbye? She hadn't said more than ten words all night—what a silent girl! When he arrived at the address listed in the phone book, it was a two-story gray old-fashioned building. A small courtyard separated the house from the gate. Kunren rang the doorbell, and there was an immediate response. A slightly plump woman in her fifties opened the door, followed by a thin old man. "Hello, does Zhang Minding live here?" The couple seemed incredulous. Kunren was puzzled: "Is this No. xx, Gongqian Road?" "Yes, you're her...?"

the woman replied. "My name is Lu Kunren, I'm her... her friend." Kunren himself found it funny, almost blurting out "friend with benefits." "Where are you from? Minding passed away eight years ago!" the older man behind him answered quickly. "Ah!!! Are you sure??" Kunren froze, his eyes wide open. "How could we not be sure about our own daughter?" Kunren still couldn't believe it. In the three-person space at the doorway, time seemed to freeze suddenly. The trees didn't move, the car didn't move, the wind didn't move, and the people didn't move. The atmosphere was a bit eerie. "Is this purse Zhang Minding's?" Kunren broke the silence first. The elderly couple examined it carefully and nodded: Yes, it's hers. This keepsake was originally kept in the dresser in the room. How did it end up in your hands? The couple looked very suspicious.

Kunren cried out in his heart: How is this possible? What exactly happened? Was the girl from yesterday a human or a ghost? My birth chart has always been very strong; I've never believed in such things, but... did it really happen?! But that form from last night definitely existed—human and ghost intercourse, this is too exaggerated! Unconsciously, Kunren dropped his purse on the ground with a clatter, scattering its contents across the courtyard. The mirror shattered...

Outside, a light drizzle fell, and many glass-like raindrops condensed on the car window, obscuring Kunren's vision. Looking out the window, everything was hazy and dreamlike, perfectly matching Kunren's current confused state of mind. Everything was so blurry, leaving him completely bewildered. Heading north on the Guoguang Expressway, speeding towards his destination Taipei, Kunren's mind was still preoccupied with the strange events of the past few days. The elderly couple weren't particularly friendly, which was understandable, as Kunren had brought up their painful past from eight years ago. He learned from their neighbors that when Zhang Minding was twenty-two, she traveled to Xitou with her then-boyfriend. In the National Taiwan University Experimental Forest, Minding suddenly experienced severe chest pains. Her boyfriend settled her on a stone bench by the path and went to the police station alone to report her missing. However, when the local police arrived, Minding had mysteriously disappeared. Her parents seemed to have given up hope that Minding was still alive, and a funeral was held shortly afterward, bringing the matter to a close. Kunren left Douliu with a head full of questions, heading to Taipei. He had learned from a neighbor that Minding had a younger sister studying at T University in Taipei, and he hoped to find answers to his many questions from her. With this in mind, Kunren decided to visit her sister in Taipei. The car entered the city at 8:52 PM.

Kunren was still pondering the whole incident: the girl he met in Xitou couldn't possibly be older than thirty-five. If Zhang Minding had actually survived her disappearance eight years ago, she should be thirty by now... If she really was a ghost, but ghosts usually...

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