Girlfriend's Social Party

(1)

"Mmm..." Yan trembled as I sucked. I cupped her full breasts with my left hand and kissed
them , while my right hand climbed between her legs. My old classmate's girlfriend also opened her legs to allow my
fingers to penetrate her wet little slit.

Yan's breathing became rapid. I skillfully stroked her honeyed vulva and rhythmically massaged the
already engorged clitoris with my fingertips. Yan let out a comfortable moan. After countless sexual encounters, I already knew my classmate's
girlfriend's preferences. Love juice slowly flowed out as my fingers played with it.

I knew that Yan must really want to be penetrated by a man right now, but just before I aimed my penis at Yan's little hole,
the half-bald Mr. Zhang had already beaten me to it and inserted his penis completely into Yan's vulva from behind.

Yan let out a cry. I felt disgusted, but I also understood that this was the rule of the game. Watching Yan
moan as the middle-aged man before me fucked her, her large breasts swaying like chandeliers, my lust intensified. Just
then, Mrs. Zeng, kneeling before me, lewdly chuckled, "Little darling, how about giving your sister some pleasure too?" I made
a pleased expression, then lowered my head between Mrs. Zeng's legs, using my tongue to bring her pleasure.

Frankly, I didn't understand why Qiang had allowed the Zeng couple to join. Mrs. Zeng was, after all, a
woman who didn't arouse any interest, and her husband, Mr. Zeng, had an incredibly small penis. Several times afterward, Yan had
told me she didn't want Mr. Zeng to penetrate her, saying it felt worse than fucking a pig, but Qiang insisted that the Zeng couple were
one of the organizers of the party, and that they had at least contributed something; it was impossible for them to be excluded now that there were too many people. I had no say in the matter; Yan was Qiang's girlfriend after all. If you think it's fair

to compare your 20-year-old girlfriend with Mrs. Zeng, whose breasts were as dry as the African plains, then probably no one could object. 　　"Xiao Ze is so good today, kissing his sister so nicely." I gave Mrs. Zeng oral sex for over ten minutes, and the woman let out seductive moans, her flowing juices soaking my entire face. 　　I didn't know how to tell Mrs. Zeng that my efforts in serving her were just a way to buy time. Since the worst sex I'd ever had with her last month, I absolutely didn't want to penetrate this woman again, if possible. 　　Luckily, my savior arrived. Just as my tongue was about to go numb, I felt a warm , wet sensation in my groin, and the throbbing of my glans told me that it was Sister Huang giving me oral sex. 　　Sister Huang was the oldest at the party, and perhaps for that reason, she was always the ; she filled the void of her fading youth with her skill, and I basically had a good impression of Sister Huang. 　　Looking at the other side of the bed, I saw that Yan had already been penetrated by Sister Huang's husband. I sighed, because Yan had recently stated that even at a social party, she didn't want to be penetrated by more than three men, as her vagina would start to feel uncomfortable by the third man's turn, and therefore she didn't want more than that number of men to have sex with her. 　　I calculated that before Mr. Zeng penetrated her, she had already had sex with Qiang once, in other words, her limit for the day had been reached. Given my relationship with her, she would probably agree to let me have sex with her for a while if I begged, but having some feelings for her, I really didn't want Yan to suffer too much. 　　It was also for this reason that I felt a bit more dissatisfied with Qiang: Yan is your girlfriend, you can have sex with her at home every day if you like, why do you always have to take up a spot when it's time to switch? But I couldn't complain , after all, out of the five couples here, I was the only single man, to put it bluntly, I only received and didn't give, everyone was actually quite tolerant. 　　"Xiao Ze, you're so hard! Can you give it to Sister Huang?" Sister Huang asked me after giving me oral sex for a while, and I smiled and nodded . It was our agreement that we couldn't refuse any of our partners, and of course I wouldn't break that promise. Besides, I didn't dislike having sex with Sister Huang; she was more proactive and enthusiastic. Compared to Miss Li, who thought she had the best figure and wasn't very willing to move, I preferred having sex with Sister Huang. 　　Meanwhile, Qiang had already penetrated Mrs. Zeng's vagina. He and I exchanged a smile, and I couldn't help but give him a thumbs-up, making a respectful expression: "Good brother, you've worked hard." 　　Sometimes I feel that promiscuity, while seemingly exciting, is actually quite tiring. Ultimately, a man's daily ejaculation frequency is limited; even with five women in front of you, it doesn't really mean much. Qiang believes the reason I find it uninteresting is because I don't have a girlfriend yet, so I haven't truly experienced the joy of swapping. 　　Sister Huang's legs were wrapped around my waist for a while. Although her vagina, which had given birth before, wasn't as tight as Yan's or Miss Li's, it still felt good. 　　On the other side, Yan was giving oral sex to Miss Li's husband. Watching the half-erect penis go in and out of the girl's pretty mouth , I sometimes didn't understand why Qiang would let such a beautiful girlfriend participate in such a lewd game. But if it weren't for this, I'm afraid I would never have been able to taste Yan's body in my life. 　　Before I knew it, Miss Li, who had just been fucked by Mr. Zhang, was lying next to me. From her malicious eyes , I knew that she must still be angry that I once said she had no charm. The licking expression made me guess that she would definitely use all her strength to wash away that disgraceful title today. 　　I smiled and said, "Come on! You're only 24 years old, I don't believe you have much ability." 　　(2) 　　Qiang and Yan were both my middle school classmates. During our student days, Qiang and I were the closest. We could even call each other brothers. We were good partners on the football field as football team members. We were also good friends who could talk about anything in private. 　　Qiang is a very cheerful person. His naturally tall stature gives him exceptional confidence, and his outstanding appearance makes him the number one enemy of the boys in the class. 　　As for Yan, she is a very quiet girl, sometimes even melancholic. I rarely see her chatting with other boys in class; she seems to be quite introverted. 　　Yan is the most beautiful girl in the class. Her fair skin, dignified face, and long hair are incredibly attractive to us young boys who haven't yet learned to appreciate other aspects of female beauty. Of course, I'm no exception; Yan was my crush in middle school. 　　Qiang and I are both key players on the soccer team and among the most popular figures in the class. Perhaps because of Qiang's...

He was more outgoing than me, so in class there was always a feeling that he was the boss and I was second. But I never minded;
being second wasn't an embarrassing position, and I was
perfectly happy to be ranked below my best friend. However, when Qiang told me one day that he had won over Yan, the prettiest girl in class
, I inwardly complained, "Why wasn't I number one?"

I was a little jealous of Qiang, but it didn't affect our friendship; it was just that I unconsciously avoided Yan.
Often, when I knew Qiang would bring Yan out, I would make an excuse to be absent. Perhaps deep down I knew I
didn't want to see her as Qiang's girlfriend.

Like most friends who had gone through school together, the days of seeing each other every day ended
with graduation. After graduation, I didn't see Yan again. Qiang and I remained friends
. I never asked Qiang if he was still dating Yan after graduation; my tendency to deliberately avoid touching the
painful spot remained unchanged.

Qiang was a perfect man in my eyes, so when he told me two years ago that he had a penchant for group sex
, I couldn't help but exclaim. "Come on, we're not kids anymore, don't make a fuss,"
Qiang said calmly, shutting my mouth. "It's really not a big deal.
After a while, men and women need some excitement."

I found Qiang's words laughable: "You were only 18 back then, you'd only been doing it for a few years at most, but you're acting
like a pro." For me, still a virgin at the time, group sex was an extremely distant concept. I hadn't even
thought about when my first time would happen.

"When did you start this kind of lewd game?" I asked Qiang curiously, and he held up three fingers.
I exclaimed in surprise, "My God! It started before graduation? I considered you my best friend, and you kept it from
me for so long!"

Qiang shrugged and said, "I couldn't help it. I wanted to invite you to join, but the social event required a female companion.
I thought with your charm, you could easily pick up girls, so I planned to tell you after you met a girlfriend. But
two years after graduation, there's still no sign of anything."

I felt a little helpless. Love isn't something you can just get easily. Actually, as the second oldest in the class,
many female classmates had expressed their feelings for me in the past, but I don't know if I was intentionally or unintentionally bothered by Yan's gaze
, but every relationship I had ended without a trace.

"Then why did you tell me today?" I continued to ask.

Qiang replied, "We all say we're good brothers, and we can't wait forever. After discussing it with everyone last week, we decided
to make an exception and let you, a single guy, join."

"Join?" I choked on my water. I never imagined that Qiang, the sunny
boy in my heart, would seduce me into doing something like this.

Qiang nodded: "You're a good boy, you haven't been with many women, have you? There were some older
women at the party, but there were also some beautiful girls!"

"Help! Please don't joke like that with me." My face turned bright red. You see, at that time I was still a
morally upright young man, and I couldn't accept Qiang's shameless words no matter what.

But suddenly I thought of Yan, "Are you still dating Yan?" I asked casually, and Qiang nodded
.

I asked again incredulously: "You mean: Yan also played group sex games with you?" Yan and Qiang had been in a relationship
for many years, so of course I didn't believe she was still a virgin, but participating in group sex was completely unimaginable to me.

Qiang lit a cigarette and said casually, "Yes." I felt a rush of confusion to my head, and I didn't know
under what circumstances I had agreed to Qiang's invitation.

(3)

A week later, at dusk, I arrived at the agreed-upon hotel. The social event involved having dinner first and then going to the rooms.
There were fewer people then than now, including the Zeng couple, the Zhao couple, and three couples: Qiang and Yan.

Looking at them, the Zeng couple were older, probably in their late thirties, and of average appearance; the Zhao couple were about
twenty years old, still quite young in appearance; and naturally, Qiang and Yan, the handsome man and beautiful woman
, were the best match. It was hard to imagine that this was a fair deal.

This was the first time I had met Yan since graduation. Two years had passed, and she had become even more charming than in her student days.
Her moon-like face, combined with simple light makeup, fully showcased her mature beauty. Her high breasts, which I
hadn't were now incredibly alluring.

"Ze, hello." Yan greeted me generously. Facing an old classmate, I didn't know how to react, and I didn't even know
if this gathering in the dark was just a prank to tease my old classmate.

After everyone arrived, Qiang introduced me to the participants of the social party one by one. To be honest, I had no interest in this
; I only wanted to know if Yan, whom I had a crush on since middle school, was actually one of the attendees. Even after entering the hotel
suite and seeing Yan gracefully unbuttoning her bra in front of me, I still couldn't believe it was real.

Yan's figure was more beautiful than I had imagined. The skin I had always dreamed of, which had been hidden by her school uniform,
was even whiter than what was on display. Her sculpted breasts had two slightly upturned nipples, and her slender waist was delicate and
exquisite—she was breathtakingly beautiful.

The game's rules were that each person would first help their partner bathe. At this point, all six of us, including Yan,
were completely naked except for me, who was too afraid to take off my pants and remained on the bed. The Zhao couple laughed when they saw me: "Little
boy, are you shy? Still a virgin?" I blushed and didn't answer. Qiang spoke for me: "Ze used to be
the second-best in my class, he's had countless women, how could he be a novice?"

Since the suite's bathroom could only accommodate four people, the Zhao and Zeng couple bathed first. Seeing that I
had no intention of undressing, Qiang called Yan over to help. I stood there for a while, then Yan, completely naked,
walked . Seeing her long, slender legs approaching, and the soft, black pubic hair on her mons pubis, I felt my whole body go
weak and almost fainted on the bed.

"Ze, let me help you," Yan said softly. Hearing my crush call my name, I mustered my last bit of
masculinity, stood up, and let Yan remove my clothes. Without hesitation, Yan removed all my clothes. When
my immature penis was displayed in front of Yan, I still felt a little ashamed.

"Ha, Ze's cock is pretty big!" Qiang chuckled, seeing my erect penis. I naturally
looked at his naked body as well. Perhaps already used to such lewd parties, Qiang's penis was still drooping,
but the egg-shaped glans was completely exposed from the foreskin, appearing exceptionally large.

"Yan, since we're bored waiting anyway, why don't you serve Ze for a while?" Qiang said, tossing his head.

"No, it's not washed yet." I exclaimed in surprise, but at that moment Yan opened her rosy lips and took my
penis into her mouth. A wet, pleasurable sensation immediately came from the glans. Seeing the female classmate who had haunted my dreams buried
between my legs, this first oral sex made me want to ejaculate very quickly.

Qiang seemed to see my weakness from my stiff face and said loudly, "Yan, don't work so hard,
Ze can't take it." Yan stopped and looked up at me. Her slightly surprised gaze made me feel ashamed enough to crawl into
a dog hole . At the same time, I was also amazed. People, especially women, can't be judged by their appearance.
My impression of Yan was that she was introverted and weak, like a flower that would be hurt if touched even slightly. How could you imagine that
she could perform oral sex on a man without batting an eye?

Qiang walked over, patted my bare buttocks, and laughed, "Kid, I didn't expect you to be such a newbie." Then,
seeing the Zeng couple come out of the bathroom, he asked Yan to wash me. Yan led me to the bathroom, where the Zhao couple were drying themselves with towels. When Mr. Zhao saw Yan, he immediately grabbed her breast

with a grin. I was very displeased, but Yan turned on the tap as if nothing had happened. 　　The light in the bathroom was brighter than outside, and at close range, I could clearly see my old classmate's naked body. Yan also picked up the showerhead, sprayed water on my penis, and rubbed my glans with her thumb. 　　"It's so hard, Ze, you're not really a virgin, are you?" Yan asked me. 　　Just now, Yan's oral sex and the pleasure of the hot water on my glans made me know I was about to explode. I didn't answer Yan's question, but just pressed my soaking wet body against her: "I can't take it anymore, can you give it to me first?" 　　Yan gave me another surprised look, her mouth seeming to say "the game hasn't even started yet," but I couldn't hold back . I grabbed her smooth, white right leg with my left hand and shoved my lower body into her wet hair, finally finding a relatively concave spot. With a thrust of my waist, my sensitive glans felt as if it were being firmly clamped by something. 　　At the same time, Yan let out a whimper. I guessed that I might have inserted it correctly, so I continued to thrust into her flesh. Unexpectedly, after only a couple of thrusts, my ejaculation suddenly came, and my semen gushed uncontrollably from my hard penis. I was panting heavily, pressing my whole body against Yan. I pushed her against the wall, and she didn't make a sound, just held me 　　tightly . 　　Calming down, I realized I had done something incredibly disrespectful for a man, and felt an overwhelming sense of shame. I looked down at Yan, who was shorter than me. She didn't look down on me and gently asked, "Are you done? Feeling any better?" I nodded, pulled my penis out of her body, and Yan picked up the showerhead and sprayed water on me again, silently washing my penis. 　　I glanced at the inside of Yan's legs and saw drops of white semen slowly flowing down between them, feeling both lewd and excited. During the shower, I wanted to touch Yan's breasts several times, but I didn't dare. Yan didn't seem to care about my shameful behavior. After carefully washing me, she washed herself. 　　Yan's body was truly beautiful. While she was showering, I silently admired the beauty of the water droplets falling on her perfect body. Seeing that my penis was erect again, Yan knelt down, intending to lick it, but fearing I would lose control again, she kissed my scrotum a few times and then dried it with a towel. 　　At this moment, I realized that Qiang had been watching us from the other corner of the bathroom with a leisurely attitude, so I immediately abandoned Yan and fled alone. 　　(4) 　　When I returned outside, the two couples were already having sex with each other. I saw four fleshy worms entangled on the spacious bed and felt extremely ugly. 　　"Is the little boy out? I've been waiting for you for a long time." Mrs. Zeng saw me come out of the bathroom and happily pounced on me. I didn't know how to avoid it. I took a step back and was already pressed down on the bed by her. I felt a hot flow in my testicles. I could imagine that my lower body was being mercilessly devoured by the greedy woman. 　　After the first round of ejaculation, my endurance was obviously stronger than before. In addition, Mrs. Zeng was such a bad opponent that even though her oral skills were skilled, I didn't have to worry about the embarrassing situation from before. 　　Unlike Yan's licking, Mrs. Zeng focused on sucking. I felt the pleasure of my glans being sucked out of semen many times . The "sucking" sound also kept ringing out. During this time, I kept glancing towards the bathroom, but Qiang and Yan still didn't come out . Although I knew they had done it hundreds of times, I still couldn't suppress the bitterness in my heart. I steeled myself , stood up, pushed Mrs. Zeng down on the bed, and without saying a word, penetrated her vagina. 　　Compared to Yan's tightness, Mrs. Zeng was much smoother, but I don't know if it was because of the ample lubrication or something else , but I found it more comfortable to fuck Mrs. Zeng's vagina than I had imagined. Of course, that was just a hallucination during my first sexual experience. After doing it many times, I still felt that having sex with Mrs. Zeng was a chore. 　　"Good boy, you're fucking Auntie so good!" Mrs. Zeng let out a comfortable moan, the sound of her moans was not much different from the pornographic films I had seen before, of course, the actress's appearance was incomparable. 　　When Qiang and Yan came out of the bathroom, I was already being straddled by Mrs. Zhao. This woman, not yet thirty, had a nice body, and her vagina was much tighter than Mrs. Zeng's. But when I saw Yan come out, I still wanted to push the woman off me immediately. I didn't want Yan to see me being debauched with another woman. 　　However, Yan didn't seem to have time to notice me. As soon as she came out, she was pushed onto Mr. Zeng. Seeing the middle-aged man 's dog-like mouth constantly kissing Yan's cherry-red nipples, I had a murderous urge. I originally thought I would n't be able to face the scene of Yan being penetrated by a man, but the fact is that I watched the whole process of Mr. Zeng putting Yan's legs on his shoulders and even inserting his short penis into her vagina. 　　Yan was being fucked. I didn't understand why my first love goddess had to be penetrated by such an ugly man here. My heart was crushed, but I was also excited because I could see Yan having sex. I increased the speed of my thrusting in and out of Mrs. Zhao's wet vagina, and as Yan murmured, I excitedly ejaculated into the body of this woman I had only met today.

Mr. Zeng's sexual prowess was weak; he thrust into Yan for a while before stopping, but this lecherous man,
even after clearly ejaculating, clung to Yan's body, lifting her buttocks and licking her other hole like a kiss
. I felt a surge of resentment, wanting to run over and push this ugly guy to the ground, then beat him to death.

At this moment, a somewhat impatient Mr. Zhao pulled his penis out of Mrs. Zeng's vagina. Under the light, you could
see that his penis was very long, about a third longer than mine. He walked to Yan's side, whispered
a few words to Mr. Zeng, and the short man made way so that he could insert his thick, long penis into Yan's vagina.

"Ugh~~" This was Yan's first cry of the day, louder than when I had forced my way in earlier; you could imagine
that Mr. Zhao's penis was more sensitive than any of ours. After inserting, he began to make rhythmic piston-like movements
, the luxurious hotel bed making a "squeaking" sound from his vigorous thrusting.

Mr. Zeng, not to be outdone, lifted Yan's head and, ignoring her desperate attempts, forcefully
shoved his short penis into her moaning mouth. I saw my most beloved woman being lifted up, being thrust into while simultaneously swallowing and spitting
out a man's penis. Those unbelievable scenes left me dizzy and disoriented, unsure of
my surroundings.

I didn't touch Yan again that day. The real thrusting into her vagina didn't happen until our second social gathering two weeks later.
That day, I came prepared, no longer as disoriented as the first time.

Holding Yan's smooth body, caressing her full breasts, thrusting forcefully into her alluring vagina,
even ejaculating into her uterus, I felt that even if I lost half my life, it would be worth it. That
day, I not only fucked Yan's vagina but also kissed her entire body, experiencing every inch of the beauty of my former classmate's body
.

After several encounters, I noticed that Mr. Zeng and Mr. Zhao always stopped short of having sex with each other's wives, seemingly
wanting to save their energy for Yan. This was understandable, given that her circumstances
were far inferior to the other two wives.

Later, the Zhao couple stopped participating in the social gatherings due to immigration, and were replaced by Sister Huang and her husband. Although
there was a couple surnamed Situ and Mr. Chen, they both stopped after attending once or twice because their wives couldn't accept
it. Finally, about six months ago, the Zhang couple and the Li couple joined, forming the current group.

It's strange, though. How could a young woman like Yan tolerate
having sex with middle-aged men like Mr. Zeng or Mr. Huang? Even we men find their faces disgusting. How could she tolerate their
penises penetrating her?

At first, I felt sorry for Yan being fucked by these ugly men, but as time went on, my thoughts shifted
to how to make Yan more comfortable, at least so that she wouldn't feel too uncomfortable when having sex with me. It seemed like Yan
didn't really enjoy sex. Every time I saw her, she had a melancholic look in her eyes. Although she never refused
any of her partners' advances and occasionally showed some flirtatious reactions, I had a feeling she wasn't enjoying it.

I always paid attention to Yan's lewdness and enjoyed watching her beautiful body being played with. The only time
I couldn't bear to watch Qiang and Yan make love was when they were having sex. Perhaps in my heart, only at that moment was Yan truly
possessed by a man.

Qiang and his group established several rules: every woman they brought had to be a real girlfriend or wife; every
couple had to get a medical check-up every three months; and they were encouraged to avoid prostitution or other social gatherings
to prevent bringing STDs into the group.

As for condoms, everyone could choose whether or not to use them, but women had to take precautions beforehand
, otherwise, if they got pregnant, they wouldn't know how to find a partner.

For a while, I told Qiang that I was the only single man, which seemed unfair to the other participants. But Qiang said that as long as
I find a girlfriend in the future, I can bring her along. Moreover, I am young and strong, and handsome. Sister Huang and others
all like my attendance.

In my heart, as long as Yan attends, I will definitely continue to participate in this social party.

(5)

Last week, Qiang called me. Because the company suddenly had something to do, he was sent to Taiwan on business.
He couldn't go to the social party this week. He asked me to go alone. I thought that without Yan, I would not want to socialize with those old ladies no matter what.

Later, Qiang asked me if I was free on Saturday. It turned out that he had arranged to go to Mickey Mouse Park with Yan. He
had already bought the tickets, but he couldn't go because he had to go to Taiwan. So he hoped that I would accompany Yan.

I was more than happy to accept this request, but I still pretended to be nonchalant and asked, "Why not wait until you
get back? Aren't you afraid I'll pursue Yan?"

Qiang confidently replied, "Actually, I don't like going to those childish places, but I couldn't resist Yan's pleas
. It's best if you go for me. Besides, you've already slept with Yan so many times, what's the point of pursuing her?"

I was very disgusted by Qiang's words. I wanted to tell my best friend: a girlfriend isn't just for sex, and it
's not about diminishing her status in my heart after we've had sex. If Yan were my girlfriend, even if it were Mickey Mouse
Paradise, Mars, or the Moon, I would try my best to fulfill her wishes.

However, I didn't say what I really thought. I was afraid of causing any complications. It was a rare
opportunity to have a date with Yan alone, and I didn't want to miss it.

After Qiang gave me Yan's phone number, he hung up. I nervously dialed Yan's number and briefly
explained what Qiang had just said. I was worried that Yan would dislike going on the trip with me, but it turned out that Qiang had consulted his girlfriend first and
only called me after getting her approval. I heard Yan's happy voice on the phone, and I was happy for a whole night.

I didn't intend to take Yan away from Qiang, but even just being Yan's boyfriend for a day would make me content
.

On the day of the date, I arrived at the meeting place on time. When Yan saw me wearing her favorite Minnie Mouse shirt,
she couldn't stop smiling: "So cute! Where did you buy it?" "

From the Mickey Mouse store. I also bought this." Knowing her preferences, I immediately went out and
searched for something to make her laugh after finding out about the date. When she saw those round mouse ear toys, Yan couldn't wait to make
me wear them. The two big cartoon mice ignored the strange looks from other people on the bus, and we chatted and laughed the whole way.

Upon arriving at the park, Yan revealed her childlike side. I had never seen the usually quiet Yan so active. One
moment she was posing for photos with the park's costumed characters, and the next she was insisting on riding
the carousel, a ride usually reserved for children. My old classmate, it turns out, is still a child at heart!

I marveled at how different women can be in different situations.
It's hard to imagine that Yan, who insisted on finding Minnie Mouse for a photo, is the same woman who had slept with several men that night. Tired

from walking around at midday, we sat down to rest and eat some park snacks. Seeing the sauce from her hamburger smeared on Yan's
lips, I handed her a tissue. Holding the hamburger in both hands, Yan pouted, making a "wipe it for me"
face.

That expression was incredibly cute, and my heart fluttered. I didn't know what to do. Yan urged, "Hurry,
it's about to drip." I had no choice but to dab a tissue on Yan's lips. The moment our lips touched, the soft sensation
made my heart flutter.

Qiang's social parties had an unwritten rule: you could kiss a lady's mouth, but not her
lips. Everyone understood it was purely for physical release; no one could develop feelings for someone else's partner. Therefore
, even though I knew every inch of Yan's body, her lips were a forbidden zone.

Seeing my thoughtfulness, Yan also took the initiative to wipe the stains from the corners of my mouth. We laughed as we wiped, like a
couple deeply in love. Yan smiled radiantly that day, a happy smile I had never seen at any other social party
. I felt Qiang was wasting his time; he hadn't even seen his girlfriend's most beautiful smile.

"There's Mickey, Donald Duck, Goofy, Pluto, Pinocchio... we're just missing Minnie Mouse!" As
evening approached, Yan and I still hadn't found Minnie Mouse. Seeing it was getting late, I suggested we head back, but Yan insisted
, "I'm not going home until I see Minnie Mouse!"

I sighed, but seeing Yan muttering Minnie's name a hundred times in a resentful manner, I had no choice but to continue
searching the park, hoping to find this adorable mouse.

Later, the park started its parade. I pointed to the first float at the front and said, "Look,
isn't that Minnie? Let's take a picture!" Yan complained, "It's not a group photo, what's the point?" Yan told
me that there was only one Minnie Mouse in the park, and if she was standing on a float, it meant she wouldn't be found in the park. Just as

I was racking my brains trying to find her before the parade ended, a loud bang came from the sky. "Fireworks! So
beautiful!" Yan jumped up excitedly, and I smiled broadly as I watched with her.

However, I don't know when, I realized that Yan was holding my hand. It was a soft
hand, as if boneless. I had had countless physical contacts with Yan, but when we held hands, I was still moved by it
. I was speechless, hoping that this was an eternal moment.

The light of fireworks filled the sky. Yan, who was looking up at the fireworks, quietly said to me, "Don't go back today,
okay?"

(6)

We went to the hotel in the park to inquire. We thought that it would be fully booked on Saturday, but we were lucky. A
tour group from mainland China canceled their trip at the last minute, leaving more than a dozen empty rooms. We did not make a reservation, and the room rental
was relatively expensive, but I did not mind. I was willing to pay any amount of money to spend the night with Yan.

When we arrived at the hotel room, Yan was happy to have her favorite cartoon characters printed on every little decoration. She
smiled innocently and cutely, just like a girl who never grew up. In the past two years, I have always seen Yan in the hotel room,
but this time, the feeling was very different.

After playing with the various trinkets in the room for a while, Yan went to take a shower first. We had showered together before
, but this time, I didn't have the courage to follow her in. When she came out, Yan was wearing a hotel bathrobe, her pink
skirt revealing her snow-white legs, so beautiful I dared not look directly at her.

By the time I finished showering, Yan was already lying in bed. We had rented a double suite that day, with two beds. I
couldn't casually slip into Yan's bed, so I silently climbed into the other bed. We were both silent, and I suddenly
felt the atmosphere was a bit strange. The joyful laughter from before was gone, leaving only the pounding of our hearts.

After a while, Yan, in the next bed, suddenly asked me, "Aren't you going to make love?"

I admit that when I paid the rent, I had thought that I would definitely make love to Yan tonight, but her question
pierced my heart. In Yan's mind, I was no different from those ugly middle-aged men; I only
lusted after her young body, treating her as a sex toy. Sex felt like an obligation to Yan.

At the same time, I felt guilty towards Qiang, my best friend. He trusted me and
entrusted to me, yet I was thinking of sleeping with her. Although I was familiar with Yan's body, we had
an agreement not to get emotionally involved. Every woman at the party was for everyone, for the men to
share. But I wanted to possess Yan tonight—wasn't that the biggest betrayal of my old friend?

Self-reproach prevented me from giving Yan a straight answer. I whispered, "You must be tired after a long day. Let's
get up early tomorrow and go see Meini." Yan hummed in agreement. We lay in our respective beds,
neither of us saying anything.

I sighed. Sometimes I wondered, if I had pursued Yan instead of Qiang in high school, what would have
happened? When I first learned that Qiang had arranged for Yan to attend the party, I actually hated him. It was rare to have
such a perfect woman like Yan; anyone would cherish her. Why would he exchange her for someone else?
Although the party allowed me to appreciate Yan's beauty, I couldn't understand the mentality of the other participants.
How could they watch their beloved be violated without a second thought, even joining in?

As I pondered this, Yan's bed creaked. I assumed she needed to use the restroom and remained silent, but the sound
stopped immediately. My heart raced, pounding like a deer's. I turned to see Yan standing before my bed. Our eyes
met, and she lunged at me, our lips meeting.

Yan's lips were fragrant and soft. We kissed passionately on the bed, our tongues entwined. Yan's breath was heavy, her
hair disheveled on my shoulder, her face flushed. I had never seen Yan so sexy. Forgetting all about friendship
and ethics, I impulsively ripped off my best friend's girlfriend's robe until we were all completely naked.

Yan's body was soaked with sweat, even her palms were damp. I smelled a woman's delicate fragrance, and my male instincts
compelled me to attack her wettest spot first. Yan hadn't expected me to go straight for her lower body, and she
covered her face with her hands in shame, desperately trying to close her legs. I frantically used my shoulders to forcefully spread Yan's thighs, and extended my tongue
to lick the pale pink folds.

When my tongue landed, I found that Yan's vulva was already wet and sticky. Yan was a slow-to-warm-up woman; in the past,
every time we made love, it would take some time for her to climax, unlike today when she was already overflowing with desire so early. I was overjoyed
, and I held her smooth white thighs and sucked hard, my tongue penetrating deep between her petals. Yan resisted desperately, but she was no match for
me, and could only be played with like an innocent lamb, until her delicate body trembled and she gasped for breath.

Yan's vulva was beautiful. Even after being repeatedly and mercilessly defiled by men, it still retained a baby-like pink hue
. Her labia were thin and tender, like daisies. I lovingly and carefully played with them, parting the closed
petals with my fingers to explore the pink flesh within.

Yan was extremely shy, her trembling arms tightly clutching the soft pillow on the bed to hide her face, preventing me from seeing her flushed
and alluring face. Yan's reaction surprised me greatly. In the past years, Yan had
always seemed quite mature in bed. Even with a stranger at a party for the first time, she would suck his
penis without hesitation and had never refused penetration. How could you imagine that such an open woman
would be so ashamed to look at me after just having her vulva licked?

"Ze, I can't take it anymore, please don't..." Yan pleaded in a mournful tone. I laughed and said, "Your body
is delicious, I want to eat a little longer."

Yan removed the soft pillow from her hands and said coquettishly, "What's so delicious about a woman's secretions?" As she spoke, she closed
her beautiful eyes and stuck out her tongue. Of course, I understood what Yan meant, and immediately pounced into her arms, our tongues intertwining again
.

After a while of wet kissing, our lips parted, and Yan stuck out her tongue, making a disgusted expression: "Salty,
not delicious at all." I smiled, wanting to give Yan oral sex again, but she held me tightly: "I want it so bad,
can you give it to me first?"

I hesitated for a moment: "But I haven't kissed enough yet." Yan placed my hand on her genitals, and I found that her
love juices were flowing freely, even more abundant than before. She gasped, "I really want it. Give it to me first, and
I'll let you kiss me to your heart's content tonight."

I'd never seen Yan so eager, and I didn't want to waste any more time.
I quickly pressed the head of my penis against her vulva. Before I could even move my hips, Yan had already reached out and grasped my shaft, eagerly thrusting it into her vagina.

"Ah!" The powerful thrust made Yan let out a satisfied cry. After I was fully inside her, Yan's starry eyes
were half-open, her smooth legs tightly wrapped around my waist, preventing me from moving. She breathed softly, "Ze, it feels so good."
In that moment of embracing each other, I realized that everything I'd done with Yan before had just been intercourse; only now could it be called lovemaking.

Looking at Yan's captivating expression, I felt my penis, buried in her wet vagina, grow incredibly hard.
How I longed to tell my first love that I loved her right then and there. But I didn't say it aloud. I started to slowly thrust
my lower body in and out, and Yan let out soft moans with each thrust. I saw her expression change with the depth of my thrusts;
her eyebrows furrowed when I went deep, and she murmured softly when I went shallow. I found it incredibly cute.

So I tried a few different angles and rubbed the head of my penis against her vulva. Yan knew I was teasing her and scolded me,
"You're making me feel so uncomfortable by thrusting left and right like this!" I grinned and then thrust
in all the way in with force, "Do you want it like this?" Yan was filled to the brim and said angrily, "This is too stimulating."

I said with satisfaction, "Stimulation is also comfort!" As I spoke, I used a nine-shallow-one-deep method to penetrate Yan's
honeypot , three times to the right and three times to the left, making Yan feel unbearably itchy and aroused. I felt the vaginal walls begin to tighten,
so I followed up with another hard thrust, making Yan cry out, "No! Don't do this... I'll
cum..."

"Cum! I want to see my little darling cum." I whispered in Yan's ear, and Yan blushed with embarrassment
, biting her lower lip and refusing to cry out, leaving only soft moans from her nose.

Seeing Yan's stubborn expression, I was overjoyed. I immediately changed the speed of my thrusts, switching to a mechanical
, relentless pounding. Yan's vagina was splattered with juices from my thrusts, and her clenched teeth instantly loosened: "God! I give up...
Don't do this... Good brother... You're going to fuck me to death... I can't take it... Be gentle... I'll
let you fuck me all night... Please spare me first..."

I ignored her and continued to thrust hard, my penis penetrating and withdrawing more and more forcefully. Yan's
brows furrowed as I fucked her, and she kept letting out heavenly moans: "You're so bad... I've already begged you for
mercy... Why won't you let me go? Be gentle... I really can't take it... Be gentle... Ah...
Ah... I'm about to be killed by you..."

I fucked her with increasing pleasure, and lifted Yan's waist, embracing her in my arms. Yan didn't stop after straddling me; instead,
the swaying of her lower body became even more intense. "You said you couldn't take it anymore, so you still haven't had enough!" I teased. Yan
didn't answer me, only continued swaying her plump, snowy buttocks with a shy and bashful expression.

From this angle, I could see that Yan's pink and tender vulva was completely stretched open by my penis, her pubic hair
wet with what I couldn't tell was sweat or vaginal fluid. Her pink breasts bounced up and down in front of me,
her nipples erect like buds, a truly visually pleasing sight.

I bent down and took her erect nipple into my mouth. Yan, who had been holding back, broke down
again with a moan as I kissed her: "Ah...it feels so good...kiss me gently...good brother...you're kissing my
breasts so nicely...ah..."

After thrusting like this for a while, I was afraid Yan would get tired, so I lifted her waist to try and change positions.
But Yan clung to me tightly, her pretty face flushed, and said, "No, I want to climax with Ze!" I was
stunned, never expecting Yan to say that. At the same time, Yan's starry eyes were also fixed on me, our eyes
locked for a moment.

This fleeting feeling far surpassed any physical pleasure; I felt my entire being become one with Yan, not just
the organs that were inserted, but my body and soul completely merged into each other's embrace. As we reached our climax together...

We kissed again, not suppressing the pleasure that surged through our bodies, letting our lower bodies erupt unrestrained .

"Ze...I'm coming...I want to...come with you...ah...ahh...shoot inside...
I want you to shoot inside..."

"Yan...Yan...I'm coming...I'm going to shoot..." I ejaculated my hot semen into Yan's uterus. This
wasn't our first time ejaculating inside each other, but it was definitely the most pleasurable one.

After the climax, the passion in the room subsided again. I held Yan, whose legs were still tightly wrapped around me, and
said softly, "You're done, still so tight?" Yan didn't relax and shook her head: "No, I want to
hold you a little longer." I smiled, buried my head in the back of Yan's neck, and we hugged each other tightly, feeling
the afterglow of each other's orgasm.

I don't know how long it was before Yan finally let go of me. She lay exhausted on the bed, and I wiped
the semen that had flowed from her vulva. Then I lay on the other side of the bed and gently stroked Yan's pubic hair with my fingers.

Yan, covered in sweat, saw me admiring her genitals and said shyly, "It's not like I haven't seen it before,
what are you looking at?" I sighed and said, "Back in middle school, I fantasized about your naked body a thousand times over. I never thought
I'd actually have the chance to see it with my own eyes now."

Yan asked in surprise, "You were already this lewd back then, fantasizing about your classmate's naked body?"

I leaned forward slightly and laughed, "Back then, you were the most beautiful classmate, of course many boys fantasized about you. We even made a bet back
then , whether a girl as beautiful as Yan would have pubic hair under her skirt."

Yan blushed and covered her genitals with her hands, "I'm a normal person, how could I not have hair?"

"You're not a normal person, you're our goddess." I said with a smile, "Even our homeroom teacher, Mr. He
, liked you and specially assigned you to the first row so he could properly admire your beautiful face."

"Is that so? I thought I was assigned to the first row because I'm short." Yan said incredulously.

I said irritably, "No way! That old pervert used his position as a teacher to get close to you.
Every boy in the class liked you back then, saying they'd go a month without masturbating just to be with you after class."

Yan blushed and said, "Was it really that exaggerated? But I never felt like anyone in the class liked me." "

Of course," I shrugged. "Back then, everyone knew you were Qiang's girlfriend. Faced with such a powerful
rival, who dared to challenge him?" I wanted to tell Yan that, including myself, we were all losers who dared not challenge Qiang.

When Yan heard Qiang's name, she lowered her head and remained silent, her eyes filled with sorrow. I knew she must be
feeling guilty for betraying her beloved boyfriend today and being with me.

Not wanting to make things awkward, I immediately jumped out of bed and said, "It's really too late, I'm going to take a shower first." But Yan
held my hand and whispered, "If you meet a girlfriend in the future, will you take her to a social party too
?"

I really didn't know how to answer Yan's question. I had promised Qiang that if I ever met
a girlfriend, I would share it with everyone. But that was just a reckless, irresponsible
promise I made so I could stay close to Yan. I hadn't even considered whether I would ever have a girlfriend.

I didn't know why Yan asked me this question, but in the end, I chose an answer that wouldn't hurt her as much as possible
: "Maybe, it's our promise after all."

"Hmm." For some reason, I seemed to see a hint of sadness in the starlight in Yan's eyes.

"Are you okay?" I asked Yan worriedly, but she immediately shook her head and smiled, "I'm fine." Then she
pushed me into the bathroom: "Let's take a shower together! That was great, I want to do it with Ze again later."

"A second time? I'm afraid I can't keep up!" I said worriedly, looking at my limp penis after the passion.

Yan looked at my genitals and said with a hint of mockery, "You're something else! Last time you did it with Mrs. Zeng and Miss Li
and then did it with me, and you were still just as hard." I said awkwardly, "So you saw it?"

That night, Yan and I did it three times. I knew that I would never forget this short but
beautiful night for the rest of my life.

(7)

The next morning, Yan and I waited outside the amusement park before it opened. We didn't sleep at all that night. We
did lovemaking and talked about the fun things that happened when we were in school. Neither of us felt sleepy.

When I left the room, I found that Yan had taken my hand without my knowledge. The joy I felt was no
less than when I was penetrating Yan's vagina.

Luckily, as the door opened, we saw Minnie Mouse
waving to the guests in the large garden of the square. Yan excitedly ran to her idol, hugged and kissed her, and took pictures. Although I
was a little tired from searching for this guy, I was still somewhat grateful to this
big rat with a mouth big enough to swallow me whole, because it was because of him that I was able to spend the night with Yan last night.

Yan happily looked at the photos with her camera, and her cute appearance made me feel great too.

"Meini is so pretty, why don't you take a picture with her?" Yan asked me several times to take a picture together, but
I politely declined. I said awkwardly, "Wouldn't it be bad if Qiang saw me taking a picture with you?"

Yan said irritably, "It's just a picture, it's not like we did anything, what are you worried about?" But then she remembered that
we hadn't done anything yesterday, and immediately blushed and lowered her head. I guessed what Yan was thinking,
and we looked at each other and smiled shyly.

Under the sunlight, the panda eyes on our faces, from not sleeping all night, were particularly noticeable. Afraid that Yan would be tired, I
said, "We've achieved our goal, shall we head home?" Yan glared at me and said, "Are you kidding? Did you buy
an extra ticket today?" She then took my hand and headed towards the rides we hadn't ridden yesterday.

Yan's stamina was far better than I had imagined. I had always thought of her as a frail, quiet girl, but after
staying up all night, she was still energetic and running around without a trace of fatigue.

We played until late that night. After dinner, I planned to take Yan home. On the way, we suddenly fell silent, as
if we had something on our minds that we dared not speak out.

After these two days, I realized again how important Yan was to me. In the past, I had pretended everything was fine, but
deep down I had always liked Yan. Perhaps I would be rejected, but at this moment, I really wanted to confess to Yan, even if...
Knowing it was meaningless talk, the simple act of honestly expressing my love to the girl I loved was still
something I longed for.

Arriving at the station, Yan gazed at me intently. I asked, "Tired?" Yan shook her head. I continued,
"Were you happy today?" Yan nodded, but remained silent.

"I like you"—these were actually very easy words to say. We'd even had sex; why
would I be embarrassed? But looking at Yan silently watching me, I couldn't bring myself to say it. Whatever, I'd
only say it once; consider it a decisive moment in my life!

I silently gazed at Yan, and she seemed to be waiting for me too. Our eyes met. But just as I was about to speak
, my phone rang. I picked it up; it was a call from an unknown number. I didn't have many foreign friends
; I knew it was Qiang calling.

I looked at Yan and said, "It's your boyfriend." Yan nodded. I answered the phone, and Qiang's cheerful
voice came from the other end: "Hey! Best buddy, did you take good care of your sister-in-law?"

Hearing Qiang's voice, I felt a pang of guilt. I had actually had thoughts about hooking up with my second sister-in- law
! She was my best friend! I paused for a moment and said, "Of course I did. I went to Mickey Mouse Park with her yesterday, and she had a great
time!"

"That's good. Yan's phone was off all day. I thought something had happened."

I looked at Yan; she was probably afraid Qiang would find out we slept together, so she deliberately turned off her phone. I calmly
said, "It's okay. Maybe she was just too tired from playing yesterday and is resting at home today?"

"Yeah, I'll call her later. Thanks for your help, my brother."

After hanging up, Yan and I were speechless.

Just then, the bus arrived, and Yan said to me, "It's so late. I can go home by myself. You have to
work tomorrow, so get some rest. Thank you."

"Okay, be careful." I replied, then watched Yan board the bus, completely lacking
the courage to follow. Yan was always a strong woman.

Returning home, I felt an overwhelming sense of loss. Before this, I had thought that even just one night with Yan
would be nice, but now I realized that some things are better left unsaid.

That night, I picked up Yan's number, wanting to call and ask if she was home, but I didn't know what role to play, and ultimately
lacked the courage to dial.

Two weeks later, for the first time in two years, I didn't attend a social gathering. I didn't know how I could face Yan after that unforgettable
night. I knew I was deeply in love with Yan, and rather than being unable to face her, I
chose to escape. The feeling of loss when you see someone you love but can never have can't
be filled by the pleasure of sex.

A month later, on a Saturday, Qiang called to ask why I hadn't been around lately. I made up an excuse that I had just met a girlfriend and
would be spending most Saturdays with her. Qiang leered and asked when I was bringing my girlfriend to the social party. I made an excuse, saying, "We just
met, we haven't even held hands a few times."

Qiang agreed, saying, "Right, you can't rush these things, you'll scare your girlfriend. You'll train her well, we'll
wait for you."

After hanging up, I sighed. I could fool Qiang, but I couldn't fool myself. That whole night, Yan's image
filled my mind. The thought of her being played with by those ugly men again today filled me with unbearable pain.

Although I had seen Yan being molested by other men at every party in the past two years, they
were all just old classmates and my best friend's girlfriend, and I had even participated myself, feeling a sense of taking advantage. But
after truly falling in love with Yan, the feeling was completely different.

However, Yan wasn't my woman, and it was consensual, so honestly, I shouldn't feel sorry for her. But I just
couldn't bring myself to watch Yan being humiliated as before, or even participate myself.

In any case, Qiang was my best friend, and I couldn't have any improper thoughts about his girlfriend. My
affair with Yan that day was already unforgivable. Forgetting Yan is my only choice.

Goodbye, Yan, I hope Qiang will take good care of you.

(8)

I met Huan two months later. That day, I returned to the company as usual and saw two customers arguing with my colleagues
, so I went over to help calm them down.

I work for a pay TV channel as a customer service manager. Customer service is never
a good job. Because of the need to achieve sales targets, the company's sales staff sometimes use some despicable means, such as
deceiving ignorant elderly people living alone, saying that if they don't install our company's channel, they won't be able to watch even the regular free channels
. You should know that these elderly people have no job and their children and grandchildren rarely visit, so TV has become their only
entertainment. Therefore, most of them sign contracts with our company without knowing the truth.

Of course, sometimes when things are exposed, those who have been deceived will come to the company to argue, and my job
is to calm the customers' anger and try not to refund money or cancel the contract.

"How could you be so despicable, even deceiving an old person!" Standing in front was a young woman,
probably not even 20 years old, and behind her was an elderly woman who hunched her shoulders, seemingly terrified.

I went over to inquire and learned that the elderly woman was the young woman's neighbor. The elderly woman had previously signed a three-year contract with my company, covering
various world-class football events, and charging the highest fee. Looking at the contract, I sighed,
thinking that trying to generate sales, the methods of my sales staff were far too despicable. Just imagine, this frail old woman in front of me
—would she get up in the middle of the night to watch live football?

However, as the saying goes, "He who eats the king's bread must serve his king," and even knowing I was in the wrong, I would still insist on the company's position
and refuse to refund a single penny.

I calmly and patiently explained the contents of the document to the two of them, but a flawed argument remains flawed no matter how many times it's
repeated. The girl was clearly dissatisfied with my explanation: "Stop with the nonsense! Are you willing to terminate Sister Hong's
contract or not?"

"Termination is possible anytime, but according to the contract terms, even if we terminate it now, we must still pay the remaining
amount," I said, pointing to one of the clauses in the contract.

Hearing that she had to pay even if the contract was terminated, the girl's face instantly turned red and green. We'd been talking all morning, and still
no result. I could understand her feelings; I would have been angry too. Unfortunately, our positions were different.
" That's all I can do."

"I'll ask you one more time, are you giving me my money back?" the girl glared at me angrily. I shook my head firmly. The girl,
burning with rage, yelled, "I'll fuck your mother's cunt!"

I stood up and calmly said, "Then show it to me first." The girl was confused. I said impatiently
, "Let me see if you have a dick first. If you do, I'll take you home tonight and let you fuck my mother
's cunt." The girl's face immediately turned bright red.

As a professional customer service manager, I knew, of course, that saying this would definitely cost me my job, but the girl
's arrogance was unbearable.

Three months later, this girl named Huan really did come home with me. Of course, her purpose in going to my house wasn't to
fuck my mother's cunt, but to let me fuck her cunt.

Huan, 19 years old this year, is a university student. Compared to Yan's gentle and weak
nature . The two personalities are completely opposite. I once joked that Huan's parents had a good name, Huan being a mischievous character
, which made her furious.

However, once you get to know her better, you'll find that although this woman has a rather ordinary temper, she has a strong sense of justice and
is a kind person at heart. Like after the customer service incident, when I naturally lost my job, Huan actually took the time
to look for new jobs for me and spent time running around with me.

"Why do you always come along? Am I, a grown man, not even able to do something as simple as job hunting?"

"It was my fault, after all, I wanted to know the outcome sooner! Otherwise, I'd feel really guilty," Huan said, blushing.

"It's good that you know it was your fault. Such a decent woman, why are you so foul-mouthed?"

"I was angry! How could you even cheat an old woman? Sister Hong's monthly living allowance is only three
thousand yuan , and you've already taken nine hundred. How is an old woman supposed to live?" Huan said shyly, her head lowered.

I scoffed, "Fine, I know you're a loyal friend, so I won't argue with you. To be honest, that job wasn't good,
and I'd wanted to quit for a while, but don't you go to school? You're with me all day."

Huan widened her eyes and said, "You've never been to school? Who's going to teach your grandma during summer vacation?"

"Please, don't include grandma."

"Oh."

This is what college students are like these days, really. To be honest, Huan isn't my type. Dating her was
partly because I wanted to forget Yan as quickly as possible. If Huan hadn't appeared when I was feeling my lowest,
I probably wouldn't have pursued her at all. Although I felt it was unfair to Huan, I was really helpless. Sometimes
when we went on dates, Huan would see me staring into the distance, lost in thought. I think she must have guessed that I had someone else in my heart.

Three months after we met, Huan told me one day that the university was having an off-campus party where we could bring our boyfriends
. At that time, we had just started dating and were still in a stage where we were like a couple but not quite lovers. I teased
, "So, you admit I'm your boyfriend?"

Huan blushed and said, "Don't be so smug. I couldn't find a main one, so I found a backup." I
smiled. After knowing each other for three months, of course I knew you didn't have anyone else.

That night, Huan wore a short dress, revealing her snow-white arms and legs. Her cascading
hair fell over her shoulders, making her look more feminine and less sexy than usual. I looked closely at my girlfriend after she dressed up.
Although she wasn't as stunning as Yan, she was still a beauty.

"What are you looking at?"

"Looking at you. You look beautiful today." "

You bad boy!"

After the party ended that day, Huan still insisted on not going home. I knew my girlfriend was in love, so I took her to my
house.

"This is Ze's house?" Huan exclaimed excitedly. I cautioned, "Don't be so loud, your family is
asleep."

"Aren't you going to introduce me to your family?"

I glanced at the clock. "It's so late, let's introduce you tomorrow!"

Huan blushed and stammered, "Tomorrow? Do you want me to stay at your house tonight?"

I replied curtly, "Of course not, you just said you were here for a visit, I'll take you home later."

Huan looked a little disappointed and stepped forward to say to me, "Ze, do you have another girlfriend?" I shook my
head. Huan continued, "But these days, I've noticed you're always looking downcast, and although we say we're dating,
we haven't even kissed once."

I gave a guilty groan, pulled Huan into my arms, and said, "Kiss me now, okay?" Huan looked delighted.
Without waiting for her answer, I kissed her lips.

I am the most shameless man in the world, kissing my girlfriend's lips while recalling Yan's fragrant lips.

(9)

The kiss was short, at least not as long as Yan's wet kiss that night. After our lips parted, I saw Huan
's eyes sparkling. She lowered her head slightly, her face flushed, and said, "This isn't my first kiss. Will you mind?"

Huan's honest words made me feel even more guilty. Logically, she shouldn't have needed to explain this to me. Huan's
honesty meant that she really valued our relationship. Faced with Huan's sincerity, even someone as despicable as me couldn't continue
to deceive her feelings.

I sighed and honestly told Huan, "I'm sorry, I have something to tell you." Then I simply
told her about my feelings for Yan. Of course, to avoid scaring the girl, I didn't mention the matchmaking party directly.

"So, you like your friend's girlfriend?" Huan asked me. I nodded. Huan continued, "But
what does this have to do with our relationship? That girl won't be with you; it's a dead end!"

"I understand, but I really don't want to be with you. I have another woman in my heart, and I don't want you to be her
substitute."

"So you're saying you've never liked me?" Huan stared at me and asked.

"Of course I liked you, but… I really can't forget Yan. I don't want to lie to you."

Huan lowered her head, furrowed her brows, and scrutinized my gaze, saying, "Are you going to break up with me
?"

"That's not what I meant. I just wanted to make it clear to you that you're good to me, but I can't necessarily give you
the same love."

Huan didn't speak again, her face flushed with anger. I understood her feelings; she was completely devoted, yet she couldn't even think of anyone else…
Holding Yan in someone's arms, the sense of defeat was unbearable. I didn't want to hurt Huan, but now, if I had
any conscience left, I shouldn't have let Huan be Yan's substitute lover.

The awkward atmosphere lasted for a while. Huan's voice, slightly hoarse, said, "I understand. You
never loved me at all. I was just a lifeline to help you forget her."

"Huan, that's not what I meant."

"There's nothing more to say. I'm going home!" Huan lowered her head, not looking at me. Her fists clenched, and she seemed
agitated. Seeing Huan's sadness made me very sad, but dragging it out would only hurt her more
.

After seeing Huan off on the street, she jumped into a taxi and went home alone, without a goodbye
. I knew she must hate me. A con artist in matters of the heart—I really didn't want to be that kind of person, but to forget
Yan, I did things that day that I myself hated.

After that day, I often thought of Huan. Although it wasn't the same unforgettable feeling I had with Yan, after
three months together, Huan had actually gained a certain place in my heart.

In the days that followed, I called Huan, but she never answered my calls. I had no choice but to leave some text
messages. I didn't think Huan would forgive me or that we would have another chance. I just hoped that after she calmed down, she could tell
me that everything was fine, or that she had even met a better boyfriend. But Huan never replied.

I knew Huan must still be angry with me, and I even thought she would disappear from my life forever. Unexpectedly,
a month later, Huan appeared at my house again.

After losing my pay TV job, I joined an insurance company. The work environment was different, but the nature
was the same—persuading customers with words. It was an ordinary day. Because a client stood me up, I
went home earlier than usual. Unexpectedly, as soon as I entered the door, my mother smiled and said, "Your girlfriend is here to see you."

"Girlfriend?" I asked curiously. My mother pointed to the kitchen. When I went in, I saw Huan wearing an apron.

"Hi!" Huan gave a sweet smile, her face completely devoid of the resentment she had shown a month ago.

"When did you meet such a beautiful girlfriend without telling Mom? She said she'd made plans
to cook ," her mother said, covering her mouth with a happy laugh. I stared blankly at Huan, who was engrossed in cooking,
completely bewildered.

Later, when my father came home, Huan and my mother brought out plates of delicious-looking dishes to the living room.
My father was quite surprised by his son's sudden appearance as a girlfriend. Huan claimed to be just a friend, but no one would believe that someone who
cooks for you at home couldn't be just a friend.

Huan's attitude was excellent that day. I was initially worried that she might reveal her volatile nature in front of my parents, but surprisingly,
she was very poised and graceful in both speech and manner, a far cry from the mischievous girl I had met a month ago.

"Thank you for your hard work today. Ze, take good care of her at home!" my mother said with a smile as Huan left, clearly indicating that they were both
very satisfied with my girlfriend.

Walking down the street, I noticed Huan was wearing a skirt today. She
rarely , and she'd also gotten her hair permed, which added a touch of gentleness as well as a hint of feminine charm.

Full of questions, Huan, before I could ask, said, "I enrolled in beauty and cooking classes this past month.
Girls, you know, it's better to be gentle." Then, noticing me staring at her, she shyly added, "Don't
think I'm doing this for anyone else; I'm just improving myself."

Looking at Huan like this, I felt an immense surge of emotion, even though Huan...

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