Lun Fengchan

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Part 1) This year, the wind was bitterly cold.

Standing at the bus stop, I felt utterly chilled, both physically and mentally

. Since that fight two years ago during the lunar calendar, my life and work had been a complete disaster. People say "nine out of ten things don't go as planned," but for me, it was "twenty out of ten," or even thirty, forty, or more. Things never went as I wished. I also lost a lot of money. A poor, lonely young man, completely disillusioned with the coldness and cruelty of the world, who could I share my sorrows with? Or perhaps not even a word of comfort.

I doubt anyone is as down on their luck as I am now. Or maybe there are, but we'll never meet again to share our innermost feelings.

But this night is different.

A biting wind howls, and under the dim streetlights, a person walks towards us from the other side of the road. The footsteps are weak, as if they've just recovered from a serious illness. As the person gets closer, I can vaguely make out their attire: a woman with long, flowing black hair, wearing a yellow and white coat, and tight blue skinny jeans that cling to her lower body, especially her thighs and inner thighs. To emphasize her figure, one could clearly feel the fullness of her lower body; her hands were in her pockets, her coat was pulled tight, and she walked slowly. A strong wind blew by, bringing a chill. The woman approached, her long hair fluttering. She was quite pretty, with an oval face, willow-leaf eyebrows, almond-shaped eyes, a high nose, and cherry-like lips, but her face was pale,

and her eyes held endless sorrow. She, too, was waiting for a bus. At that moment, I suddenly remembered someone who looked very familiar to the woman before me. Could it really be her? Five years ago, I worked at a company, and although I didn't experience any major setbacks... It wasn't as bad as my current predicament, but it wasn't satisfactory either; it seems like my whole life has been filled with unhappiness. The company was a small-scale operation, a daily assembly line job, extremely tedious, and the wages were low. But back then, the boss's wife was a beautiful and charming young woman in her early thirties, with a well-proportioned figure. Although she had been married to the boss for many years, she had never had children, so she had always maintained her appearance and figure well. In addition, she had a cheerful and lively personality, always joking and chatting, so life was quite comfortable for her. That's why I worked at that company for two years. Although five years have passed and I no longer work there, I still remember the landlady's every word, every gesture, and her face—I can't forget her. I always feel that the woman in front of me is that landlady, but it's strange how she's changed like this? She's completely lost her former radiance.

The night is cool and still, the sky full of stars. This night is particularly lonely.

The bus hasn't come yet. I look at the woman beside me, and the more I look, the more familiar she seems. Several times I wanted to ask her a question, but the words wouldn't come out. But I couldn't bring myself to say it. Finally, I mustered my courage and asked, "Miss, is your name Lun Fengchan?" The woman turned around, looking at me with a resentful gaze, and said, "Who are you?" I said, "Don't you recognize me? I'm A-Tian! I used to work at your company." The woman pondered for a moment, as if she remembered, and said, "Oh, it's you! Long time no see. What are you doing now?" She seemed much more relaxed as she spoke. I said, "It really is the boss lady. I didn't expect to run into you here." "I'm working as an office worker in a company now, and life is tough." Seeing that the landlady didn't seem to care at all, I said again, "Landlady, what are you doing here? Where's the boss? Isn't he with you?"

The landlady's name was Lun Fengchan, a very unusual surname and given name, and she herself was quite unique. A gust of wind blew by, and I smelled a fragrance emanating from her, which made my heart flutter. When the landlady heard me mention her husband, her brows furrowed, and she looked very heavy-hearted, staring at the ground in silence for a long time.

Seeing that she was preoccupied and in very poor spirits, I comforted her: "What happened between you and the boss? What happened?" But the landlady just stared blankly at the ground, seemingly not hearing me. I gently shook her and asked, "What's wrong?" The landlady came to her senses, her eyes red-rimmed as she looked at me. My heart skipped a beat, and I quickly asked, "You... is something bothering you? Can you tell me?" To my surprise, the landlady started sobbing, tears streaming down her face, which startled me so much that I didn't know what to say to comfort her. At that moment, I boldly took her arms, her slender... I could feel her helplessness and pain in her arms, nestled in my large, calloused hands. I gently wiped away her tears and said softly, "What's troubling you? Tell me, I want to share your pain." Just then, a car arrived. I quickly wiped away her tears, helped her onto the bus, and took her to my place.

I've been living alone for the past few years because of disagreements with my family, so I moved out. Being alone is quite liberating. The house is in a dilapidated building... The tenement building wasn't very large, just one bedroom and one living room, but it was enough for me to live in alone. I led the landlady into the room. A man's living space was quite messy; newspapers, lunchboxes, and other odds and ends were scattered all over the place. I quickly tidied them up and threw them into the kitchen, then poured two cups of hot tea.

The landlady seemed much better by then. She took the hot tea, drank a few sips, and calmed down, but her hand holding the teacup was still trembling slightly, and her body was shivering from the cold wind. So I took off my coat and sat down next to her on the sofa, putting my coat down beside her. I draped the coat over her shoulders, and she turned back to smile at me, indicating her thanks. I smiled back, and the fragrance emanating from her made my heart flutter. It was as if the proprietress beside me was no longer a playful child, but a mature woman with a captivating, melancholic charm that intoxicated me. I gently tightened my grip on her shoulder, and her body leaned closer to my chest with the slight pressure. The fragrance emanating from her grew stronger and stronger; it wasn't perfume, but the unique aura of a mature woman. The scent... and only a woman like her could exude such a fragrance. A surge of impulse welled up within me; I desperately wanted to hold her in my arms, but fearing she might dislike it, I slowly pulled her shoulders closer. She seemed not to resist, letting me hold her tighter.

Finally, I boldly used my other hand to lift her face. Our eyes met, and an infinite warmth filled our hearts. The coldness in our hearts instantly melted away, quickly transforming into a wave of heat that permeated our entire bodies. All the past feelings of being mocked and bullied vanished; the present... Everything was unlike anything I'd ever experienced in my life. My previously cold body and mind were now burning with an intense heat, rushing straight to my heart. A warm current surged through my lower abdomen, lingering there, and my penis rose abruptly, as if trying to break through all barriers.

At that moment, I couldn't care less about anything else. My lips met her cherry-like lips, and she eagerly extended her tongue to intertwine with mine, swallowing each other's saliva. The kiss was passionate, like parched land receiving rain. We'd had enough of the world's cold words and harsh words; now, our hearts were connected, and our feelings were even stronger. The atmosphere was thick with passion, hard to part with.

The landlady, already aroused, slowly slumped onto the sofa, her body weak. My hand was on her breasts; not large, but just the right size to hold in one hand, firm, soft, and elastic. She had maintained them so well over the years, as if her husband had never touched her. She was thirty-six years old, but looked less than thirty.

I gently kneaded her breasts, rubbing them in an arc, and through her thin bra, I pulled it down, my fingers... Pinch her nipples, which excited her even more. Her mouth ached from the kisses, but her throat was panting, and moans escaped from her nostrils. I pulled up the landlady's bra, removing it, while still kissing her. My hands kneaded her breasts and pinched her nipples, making her breathing even more rapid.

Then my lips left her cherry-like mouth, kissing down her tender cheeks, ears, and pink neck, reaching her breasts. I gently bit her nipples, while my hands roamed over her smooth back and waist, lightly probing her nipples with my fingers. The landlady felt a ticklish sensation from her sunken navel, and her moans grew louder as she groaned, "Ah...ah ah...oh oh...oh...ah...ah..."

I moved my hand down, and through her tight jeans, I placed my thumb against her mons pubis and my four fingers on her buttocks. I vigorously pinched and squeezed her labia and mons pubis with my thumb, even pressing down hard, causing the jeans to bulge into her opening, making her feel even more pleasure. She cried out, "Ah...ah, so good! Harder, ah...ah ah!"

Seeing the proprietress's blissful expression, her previously pale face was now flushed, her eyes tightly closed, her nostrils flaring, and her small mouth opening and closing, which boosted my confidence even further. I was determined to make her feel incredibly good. By this time, I had kissed all over her breasts, then moved down to her abdomen, licking her navel with my tongue. This was her sensitive spot; the deeper I licked, the more her hips moved, and she even let out a soft laugh.

Her smile returned to its former radiance, and as my hands moved from slowly kneading her mons pubis to quickly pinching it, she became even more excited. Her body trembled, and a warm breath escaped her crotch—she had reached her climax and released her climax. I pressed on, kissing her abdomen before pulling down the landlady's jeans, revealing a light pink, thin, semi-transparent thong. Her thick, dark pubic hair was accentuated by the tight fabric, and her full mons pubis stood erect. A strong, pleasant scent of her vaginal fluid filled the air, and the thong was soaked. I quickly pulled it off and held it in front of her, pointing it out to her. The landlady giggled, her white rabbit teeth contrasting beautifully with her cherry-like lips. I immediately kissed her, and we kissed passionately again. My middle finger pressed against her clitoris, the most sensitive part of her vulva, gently but quickly vibrating and rubbing along the labia.

The landlady felt waves of pleasure, and in response, she tightly gripped my hand with her long legs, immersed in the tenderness of foreplay, letting out seductive moans. I gently inserted my index and middle fingers into the landlady's vagina. She shuddered and let out a soft "Ah," seemingly enjoying the sensation. My fingers moved in and out of her vagina, playing with her clitoris. The landlady moaned softly, her juices flowing freely onto the sofa. Her legs were tightly wrapped around my hand, rubbing against each other.

My penis, unable to withstand the pressure of my tight jeans, loosened its belt, pulled down my pants, and then my underwear, revealing my long-unused weapon, over seven inches long. I pulled the landlady's slender hand to my penis, wanting her to hold it. She exclaimed, "Yours is so big and thick! Won't it hurt my vagina?" I replied, "Of course not. The bigger and thicker it is, the more comfortable it will feel." The landlady smiled and skillfully began to stroke it. The soft hand and the hard penis created a striking contrast.

I picked her up and carried her into the bedroom. The landlady's hand was still stroking my penis, her eyes filled with lust as she looked at me with a smile. I kissed her cheek in return.

Once inside, I placed her on the bed, parted her legs, revealing her alluring, pink vulva. Glossy black pubic hair covered her mons pubis, neat and orderly, fine but not long or thick, curly but not dense. Her vaginal fluids continued to flow from her opening, glistening and enticing. I lay on top of her, gazing at her. Her eyes seemed to demand that I enter her quickly. I grasped my penis and rubbed it against her opening, causing her to moan, as if urging me to penetrate her. I thrust hard, but the landlady cried out, "It hurts, it hurts! No, don't go in, don't go in!" I couldn't believe this woman, married for ten years, had such a tight vagina. I couldn't understand how her husband treated her.

I stopped thrusting and kissed the landlady's cherry-like lips, kneading her breasts and nipples with both hands. Soon, the landlady began to moan again. I asked her, "Can I go in now?" The landlady said, "Yes, but you have to go slowly." I obediently and slowly inserted myself. When I was almost halfway in, I took a deep breath and thrust hard, filling her vagina completely, forcing her clitoris to evert. She screamed, clenching her fists and pounding on me, whining, "So hard! It hurts!" "Okay." My heart softened, and I said, "It's alright, it's alright, it'll feel very comfortable later." I quickly kissed the landlady, but she was still angry and scolded, "Your penis is so big, it hurts my little hole, you know that?" Seeing how charming the landlady's coquettish manner was, I couldn't bear it any longer and said with a smile, "To show my apology, I'll make you feel very comfortable later, with multiple orgasms, endless pleasure, and unparalleled beauty, okay? My little beauty." This finally made the landlady laugh.

After a while, the landlady started to get aroused and said, "You can move slowly now, don't rush!" I nodded and slowly began to thrust in and out. This time I didn't dare to be so forceful and fast, just gently thrusting in and out. The landlady's vagina tightly gripped my penis, and her vaginal fluid began to gush out like a spring with each thrust. I thrust faster and faster, initially only moving a little to halfway in and out, but now fully withdrawing and inserting. The landlady became increasingly excited, moaning incessantly:

"Ah... ah ah ah... oh oh... ah ah... oh... ah... oh oh oh... ah ah ah... ah ah... oh... ah ah... ah... ah ah... oh... ah... ah ah... oh... ah... oh oh oh... ah ah... ah... oh... ah..."

The faster I thrust into the landlady's tight vagina, the sensation was indescribable. Her wanton cries echoed through the air, lingering for a long time. The two of us doing this pleasurable thing washed away all our pent-up frustrations; we were utterly happy and excited. The landlady experienced multiple orgasms, her vaginal fluids flowing continuously, while the way her vagina sucked and released my penis brought me boundless pleasure from our lovemaking. I think the landlady had never experienced such pleasure before, otherwise she wouldn't have kept crying out, "Ah...ahhh...so good, harder, faster...ahhh, I can't take it anymore, I'm going to cum again, ahhh..."

With orgasm after orgasm, the landlady was experiencing the most intense excitement and pleasure she'd ever felt in her thirty-six years, an endless climax. I began to doubt her husband's stamina.

After thrusting for several tens of minutes, I finally couldn't hold back any longer and ejaculated inside her, the last time I'd ejaculated in years. The landlady, at the very moment I ejaculated, released her vaginal fluid. We both shuddered, reaching orgasm simultaneously. I lay on top of the landlady, panting heavily; the landlady also cried out softly, her whole body feeling like it had fallen apart.

After resting for a while, I turned around, hugged the landlady, covered her with the blanket, and lay down on the bed together. My hands reached from behind her to the front, playing with her breasts. My body was pressed against her back, and I used my legs to slightly raise her thighs so that my penis was still inside her vagina. I said, "Landlady, can I call you Feng Chan? Because I like your name."

The landlady turned around and smiled at me. Her phoenix eyes and small mouth were particularly endearing. She said, "I'm yours now. Call me whatever you like. You know what? I've never been so happy before. You've made me feel like I'm on cloud nine, so incredibly good. You're so amazing!" As she spoke, she kissed my lips.

We shared a passionate kiss, but many questions remained in my mind. So I asked, "Fengchan, why are you still walking on the street so late? Why is your husband ignoring you? What happened between you two? You look so haggard, not as cheerful as before." A barrage of questions and expressions of concern brought tears to the landlady's eyes again.

I picked her up and laid her on top of me, her breasts pressed tightly against mine, nipples against nipples, incredibly soft and pleasurable. My penis remained inside her, not withdrawn at all. This action was done so seamlessly, perhaps because Fengchan cooperated well.

Feng Chan hugged my neck tightly with gratitude, her face full of happiness, but she revealed her unfortunate experience: "Do you know why I haven't had children all these years? And why I still maintain such a good figure?" I shook my head to indicate that I didn't know. She continued, "Because my husband is infertile, but for so many years, for the sake of his pride and his chauvinistic nature, he has never believed that he is impotent and always thinks the problem lies with me. At first, we both approached sex with an experimental mindset. As long as I didn't ejaculate prematurely and I became aroused and reached orgasm, it might help me get pregnant. But his penis is really too small, and his stamina isn't long enough. So no matter how hard he tried to hold back from ejaculating and how much he tried to keep me aroused during foreplay, he would ejaculate in no more than two minutes, or after less than twenty thrusts, when he actually penetrated me. His penis is so small, it's not even half the size of my vagina, it's just at the entrance. As his wife, I didn't want to embarrass him, so sometimes I would pretend to be aroused to make him feel like he still had some dignity. But after doing this many times, he realized it wasn't right, and in the end, we were both very unhappy."

"Once, he heard from someone that there was a special medicine that could help his penis last longer and even increase its length with repeated use. So, he bought a large quantity at a high price and immediately tried it. But the person had lied to him; such a medicine doesn't exist. He tried many times, but it didn't work. At first, he could last up to five minutes, but the time kept getting shorter. He increased the dosage each time, almost finishing the entire supply, but it still didn't work. Seeing how desperately he wanted to change his ability, I suggested he go see a doctor with me. I thought..." With modern medical technology, it's always better than relying on unorthodox methods. But when I mentioned the doctor, he turned on me and berated me, saying I underestimated him, was deliberately mocking him, and wouldn't listen to me at all. Later, he even accused me of being infertile and frigid. He was willing to do anything to have a child and continue the family line, but he overlooked the fact that the problem actually stemmed from within himself. I had also suspected I was infertile, so I went to see a doctor for a checkup. After a thorough examination, the doctor said I was normal and fertile, and I realized that the infertility was actually his own doing.

"But by then, he had become even worse. He would verbally abuse me for no reason, and even hit me. He also became a heavy drinker, coming home late at night every day, sometimes not until dawn. I had to wait for him until dawn, but after he came back, he would beat and verbally abuse me, and then he would become violent towards me, tearing my pajamas and forcing himself on me. But he would always ejaculate when he entered me, so that it would end just when I was starting to feel something. That feeling was really unbearable, and it would leave the whole bed filthy. I had to clean it up before I could sleep, while he, because of the effects of alcohol, would just fall asleep and not care at all. Therefore, I didn't dare to tell him the truth. At that time, the company's business also plummeted. He was also yelling at his subordinates, and no one wanted to stay in the company anymore. I couldn't support the company for him, and in the end, the company was sold to someone else."

"Several years passed like this, and I finally couldn't take it anymore. I asked him for a divorce, and he used that as an excuse to say that I had other men, that I was promiscuous and fickle, that I was messing around with other women, that I was ruining his reputation and disgracing his character, and so on. He even said more vicious things. In fact, I had endured him for so many years and had had enough of everything. I really didn't want to be beaten and kicked like this, or to be assaulted and raped. But because of his impotence, I had never experienced an orgasm. So even now, my figure is still so good, and my vagina is still so narrow, just like a virgin's. But today I finally experienced an orgasm. I am so happy today. Lying on top of you makes me feel so comfortable and safe."

"Actually, he was rough with me again tonight, and I couldn't help but run away, just wanting to be alone. I was really confused and lonely then, wanting to vent my grievances to someone. I never expected to meet you at the station, and before I knew it, I followed you, and even slept with you now, doing the happiest thing in the world. It makes me feel like the happiest person in the world. I'm so grateful to you, you're the best man in my life." After hearing Feng Chan's deeply emotional words, the knot in my heart was untied. Seeing her say... In the end, her eyes shone with admiration, filled with boundless gratitude for my care, comfort, and tenderness. Deep down, I felt a surge of excitement; the fantasy of kissing my landlady, which I had cherished for over five years, had finally come true, and I had won her heart. At that moment, nothing else mattered but the two of us. I knew I had found the one I loved, and I vowed to ensure her safety, happiness, and joy—a promise from the bottom of my heart.

Passion surged within us, our lips met, and we kissed passionately once more. Feng Chan's mouth was small, and her tongue was delicate and exquisite. I sucked on her tongue, finding it soft, smooth, moist, and sweet—utterly delicious. I devoured almost her entire tongue, forcing her to open her mouth wide to allow it to shove inside, fulfilling our desires. Feng Chan was completely absorbed, enjoying the pleasure of each suck and lick.

A strong wind was blowing outside, and the chill was growing.

But inside, it was sweltering. Two naked bodies were tightly embraced, their passion overflowing. Even without a blanket, they felt warm.

After kissing Feng Chan's lips and tongue, swallowing her sweet saliva, Feng Chan looked at me shyly with a flushed face: "God, tonight my body is yours. You can do whatever you want with it. I completely accept your caresses, kisses, teasing, and thrusting. As long as you make me happy and joyful, and don't let me suffer from loneliness anymore, that's enough."

These affectionate words made me even more reluctant to part with this beautiful woman before me. Her beauty, her sincerity, her love, and her expectation of the joy and happiness I would give her were all revealed in her crystal-clear, affectionate eyes and the way her body offered itself to me. My heart softened. I had never imagined anyone would look at me with such tenderness, nor did I believe anyone could depend on me like this. This rekindled a long-dormant masculinity within me, a surge of power rising from within and quickly coursing through my entire body. I knew I would never betray this woman in this life. I would give her the best of everything in the world, even my soul and body. Passionate as fire, I regained my virility, my penis erect and thrusting deep into Feng Chan's flower. Feng Chan let out a soft "oh," a slight pain, but she was delighted by my actions, kissing me with her cherry lips in encouragement.

Because of the rest, Feng Chan's vulva was not yet wet, so I refrained from thrusting for the time being, instead kneading her tender breasts with both hands, pinching her rosy nipples, from soft to hard, I couldn't bear to part with her small nipples. At this moment, Feng Chan lay on top of me, moaning softly, her juices flowing out, gradually moistening her pink vulva, like a budding flower. The tight pressure made my penis feel incredibly good.

I suddenly remembered something and said, "Fengchan, we are twelve years apart in age, how about I call you Sister Fengchan?" Fengchan's eyes were alluring as she replied, "I also like being your sister, so just call me Sister Fengchan." I happily said, "Sister Fengchan, Sister Fengchan, it's so much more intimate to call you that." At this moment, Fengchan's vagina was gushing with lustful fluid, it was wet enough, so I began to gently thrust in and out, it felt so tight and comfortable. With each movement, Feng Chan groaned, her moans continuous. The faster I thrust, the faster she cried out, until finally she cried out loudly:

"Ah ah... ah oh... oh ah ah ah... ah ah... oh oh... oh... ah... ah... oh, so good, harder, ah... harder... thrust... into me, ah ah... faster... faster... faster, ah ah ah... good, ah... yes... like that... ah... right... heaven... ah... I... love... you, in this life... in this world... ah... I... will... not... leave... you... ah... oh... ah... you... thrust... into me... so good... ah... I... am willing... to... let you... thrust... into me... every day... I will... my... ah... vagina... all... offer... to... you... ah... I'm going to lose it... ah!"

A gush of vaginal fluid spurted out, the glans of my penis was impacted, the pleasure was indescribable.

After Feng Chan climaxed, she lay panting on top of me, while I continued to thrust into her forcefully and rapidly. I flipped Feng Chan over, placing her on the bottom, and lifted her legs over my shoulders, holding her ankles and spreading her feet apart. This way, Feng Chan's vulva was fully exposed before my eyes. Her dark pubic hair, full mons pubis, and bright red clitoris were turned inside out by the thrusting of my penis, accompanied by rhythm, which was very moving. Her vaginal fluid gushed out like a spring, "plop, plop," mixed with the thrusting of my penis against Feng Chan's smooth white buttocks, "slap, slap," interspersed with Feng Chan's moans. Her tender breasts bounced up and down, composing a beautiful sex symphony like a fairy tale.

I put Feng Chan's feet together, and smelled the fragrance emanating from her feet. Her soles were smooth and delicate, and her toes were of different lengths, which was very beautiful. This made her already tight vulva even tighter, squeezing my penis uncomfortably. Although the thrusting wasn't as smooth as when they were apart, her tight vagina gripped his penis, causing more vaginal fluid to flow, making it even wetter. This made the thrusting movements smoother, like a motorcycle being oiled, and the pleasure surged through her body due to the tightness of her vagina. Feng Chan's almond-shaped eyes were tightly closed as the penis thrust in and out, and she moaned repeatedly.

"Ah...ah...so...comfortable...how...is...more...comfortable...than...before...oh...ah...oh...ah...good...harder...God...faster...insert...ah...ah...my...vagina...should...be...like...this...ah...being...inserted...oh...oh...ah...ah...ah...oh...ah...harder...ah...I...am...going...to...die...again...ah...ah..."

Feng Chan climaxed again, and her cries became increasingly indistinct, even her words were inaudible, only whimpering moans and groans.

After hundreds of thrusts, I finally couldn't hold back and ejaculated, a gush of hot, thick semen gushing out, reaching deep into Feng Chan's flower core. Feng Chan felt infinitely wonderful, truly experiencing pleasure beyond that of a god.

Suddenly, I was struck hard on the back and knocked unconscious. I only heard Feng Chan scream, "Oh no! It's you! No! No!"

(Continued)

The blow almost knocked me out. I fell to the ground, trying to get up, but I couldn't muster any strength. Although I was still conscious, I knew Feng Chan was in danger. Unfortunately, the blow prevented me from waking up immediately. I struggled internally, my heart burning with anxiety.

I couldn't let anything happen to Feng Chan. I struggled to open my eyes. Through the blur, I saw a figure kneeling on the bed, forcefully spreading Feng Chan's legs apart. Between the person's legs, something that looked like a penis was trying to penetrate Feng Chan's vagina. He shouted, "You filthy bitch, you actually cheated on me with another man! I told you so, didn't I? You're just that cheap. Do you think I'm inferior to him? Can't I give you pleasure?" As he

spoke, he forcefully thrust into Feng Chan. Before he could even thrust three times, a stream of white liquid spurted from his penis, spraying semen all around Feng Chan's vulva. Seeing his own inadequacy, the man became enraged and grabbed a wooden stick lying nearby, striking Feng Chan's head with all his might. In that critical moment, I scrambled to my feet and used all my strength to push the man off the bed, sending him crashing into the wall. With a heavy thud, the man's head struck the wall, instantly bleeding profusely and knocking him unconscious.

Ignoring the man's injuries, I hugged Feng Chan tightly and softly comforted her, "Sister Feng Chan, don't be afraid, it's alright, it's alright."

I gently stroked Feng Chan's back and chest to calm her down and stop her from being frightened. But Feng Chan's eyes were filled with tears as she cried out, "Heavens, I was so scared. I thought I would never see you again."

I comforted her repeatedly, "Sister Feng Chan, don't worry, I'm fine. I will definitely protect you. Don't be afraid."

I stroked the two soft mounds on Feng Chan's chest, and she calmed down. I turned to look at the wall and found that the person there looked very kind. Knowing my confusion, Feng Chan said, "He's my husband, your former boss. I don't know how he knew I was here. Good heavens, do you think he'll be alright?"

So this was Feng Chan's husband. No wonder he said those things earlier. Looking closer, I realized he really was as Feng Chan said—his penis was less than a third the size of mine. No wonder he couldn't satisfy her, and he ejaculated extremely quickly, as if it weren't even penetration. I went over to check on him, checking his nose. He still had a faint breath, just unconscious. I told Feng Chan to get everything ready and get dressed, while I went out and called the police.

Soon, the police arrived and took Feng Chan's husband to the hospital. Because we were the ones who called the police, we had to go to the station and recount what happened to the officers for their records. Fengchan, the boss's wife and someone I knew well, told the police a story we had prepared beforehand. Of course, we couldn't mention our past sexual encounters that supposedly caused the boss to attack us like a madman. We only said that the boss had suddenly gone insane and was banging his head against the wall.

At first, the police didn't believe us, but after a thorough medical examination, they discovered that the boss was indeed suffering from neurasthenia. Due to his infertility and his desperate desire for a child, he had genuinely gone mad, and it wasn't surprising that he was banging his head against the wall.

Of course, the reason for the boss's madness was that Fengchan had told the police and doctors about the years of coercion and abuse he had endured, while I said that I was comforting Fengchan and advising the boss not to act recklessly. This convinced the police. Later, the boss woke up, muttering to himself, "I want my child, I want my child..."

And just like that, the boss truly went mad; he didn't even recognize Feng Chan anymore, and was forever confined to the mental hospital.

It turned out that after Feng Chan ran away from home that night, the boss followed her, but couldn't find her anywhere. He searched all the way to the bus station, saw Feng Chan and I get on the bus, but it was too late. It was already very late, and there were no vehicles on the street. The boss could only frantically chase after the bus, keeping an eye out for other vehicles. Soon, he lost sight of the bus. He screamed and collapsed to the ground.

Finally, a taxi came along, and the boss hurriedly got in and continued chasing after the bus along its route. The boss finally found the bus, but realized Fengchan and I had already gotten off. He asked the driver, who told him where we had gotten off. The boss rushed over and searched the neighborhood several more times. Since there weren't many buildings near where I lived, and the lights in my living room were on, he eventually found my apartment.

He threw a wooden stick into the trash heap next to the stairs, broke down the door, and entered. At that moment, Fengchan and I were in the throes of climax and had no idea someone had come in. Seeing our post-climax state, the boss, enraged, hit me from behind with the stick, and that's when what happened next occurred.

Since the boss went mad, Fengchan and I became even closer, making love every day. Fengchan increasingly enjoyed the endless sexual climaxes we shared, gaining more and more knowledge about sex, completely immersed in a state of bliss. Later, Fengchan simply asked me to move into her house so we could live together, and I no longer had to live in that dilapidated building. We lived happily together.

Because the company was sold and the boss went mad again, Fengchan rightfully received all the assets. Although it wasn't a lot, at least our lives were much happier than before. We used that money to start some small businesses, and after a few years, we finally achieved some success. So Fengchan and I got married. I completely replaced the boss's position, gaining both wealth and a wife. I became rich, and happy days followed.

That day, Fengchan and I stayed in bed, neither of us wanting to get up. We lay there in each other's arms, facing each other, gazing into each other's eyes, both of us filled with happiness. Many affectionate words were no longer needed; we understood each other perfectly, as if our hearts were in perfect harmony.

My hands slowly began to caress Feng Chan's naked body. Her skin was soft and smooth, her breasts full and firm, her nipples as red as grapes, her waist delicate as willow catkins, her hips full and white, and her legs long and beautiful. Her cherry-like lips and small, fragrant tongue were even more captivating. When I kissed Feng Chan's lips, they tasted as sweet as nectar and as fragrant as honey. Her clear saliva flowed like a spring, and I couldn't stop swallowing it.

My hand, however, wandered to Feng Chan's vulva, her high mons pubis, her thick pubic hair. I gently tugged at it, and Feng Chan suddenly felt a sharp pain. She laughed and slapped me, her upturned nose twitching playfully at me. She nipped at me with the tip of her nose, her expression utterly adorable. I melted completely, my heart softening, and my kisses became even more intense. My fingers slipped into Feng Chan's full vulva, caressing her clitoris, and her juices gushed out. Feng Chan moaned, "Ah...ah...oh...ah...oh..." With my

other hand, I kneaded Feng Chan's firm breasts, pinching both breasts with one hand. Her two bright red nipples almost touched, a truly beautiful sight. My fingers slipped into Feng Chan's tender little hole, probing and thrusting. Feng Chan was already moaning excitedly,

"Ah... God... Ah... Oh... How... How... Do you always... Make... Me... So... Comfortable... You really... Are... My... Angel... Ah... Ahh... Oh... So... Comfortable... Ah..."

I replied, "Sister Feng Chan, your little hole is always so tight, it feels so good to grip my fingers!"

Feng Chan also reached out and grasped my penis. My thick and long cock was held in Feng Chan's slender hand, with a large part still sticking out. The glans was erect, like a missile, ready to be launched. Feng Chan's fair and rosy hands held my dark, gun-like penis and stroked it up and down, the size and force just right. My penis felt extremely comfortable being stroked. Feng Chan's hands rotated and kneaded the glans. My penis was sensitive and hot, the veins were bulging, and it had grown quite a bit longer.

I couldn't resist pressing Feng Chan down, climbing on top of her, and thrusting my penis in forcefully, penetrating her to the hilt. Feng Chan screamed, tears streaming down her face, her almond-shaped eyes tightly closed. Although it hurt, she seemed to enjoy the feeling of being forcefully penetrated. After all these years, Feng Chan's vagina was still tight and full, overflowing with lustful fluids. I began to thrust hard and slowly withdraw, each thrust penetrating all the way in, reaching her very core. Feng Chan cried out "Ah ah!" incoherently, a feeling of pleasure and joy permeating every nerve in her body, a state of ecstasy, an unbearable ecstasy.

I vigorously kneaded Feng Chan's snow-white breasts with both hands, squeezing them until only the nipples were visible, their bright red nipples standing out prominently.

Feng Chan was already in a daze, feeling lightheaded from my ministrations. She babbled incoherently, "Ah... harder... oh... deeper... that's it... ah... mmm... my... baby... it feels so good... I'm dying... darling... you... really... know how to do it... I'm... about to lose it..."

I quickly pulled my penis out, and Feng Chan suddenly felt a emptiness inside her. Just as she was about to climax, the impact was gone. Her heart pounded like a hot ant, and she pleaded, "God, don't... torture... me, hurry... hurry... hurry and insert it... Feng Chan... sister, it's so..." "...I need...your cock..."

I deliberately teased Feng Chan, saying, "Sister Feng Chan, I'll play a game with you called 'Nine Shallows and One Deep.' After playing it, I guarantee you'll be in ecstasy, extremely satisfied."

Feng Chan said, "Sister is about to die, and you're playing with her at this time. Hurry up and insert it."

I looked at Feng Chan's flushed face and impatient appearance, feeling very pleased, but I didn't insert it immediately. I just rotated it outside her vagina, teasing the entrance. But Feng Chan was really full of lustful fluid. Just like that, her lustful fluid kept flowing out, and the sheets were soaked.

At this moment, Feng Chan became anxious again and urged, "Stop playing with me, hurry up and thrust in hard, burst my little hole!"

Seeing how much she wanted it, I said, "Sister Feng Chan, beg me, just say, 'My darling, my little cunt needs your hard thrusting.' Then I'll thrust in."

Feng Chan was so aroused by me that she had no choice but to beg, "Okay, my good darling, my little cunt needs your hard thrusting, hurry, hurry, hurry and thrust in, ah!"

Feng Chan's sweet moans and lewdness made me thrust in even harder to the root. Feng Chan was overjoyed, and her juices gushed out with a "plop" as my penis entered, showing that Feng Chan's little hole was already full of juices. After inserting once, I pulled out again, only making slight in-and-out movements with the head of my penis outside the opening. At this point, Feng Chan, seeing that I wasn't penetrating her again, pleaded, "My darling, why aren't you penetrating me again?"

I said, "This is nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep thrust. I've heard that this can prolong life and increase sexual prowess. We should play like this from now on to maintain the pleasure of sex forever."

Feng Chan thought what I said made sense; she also wanted to be with me for life, to maintain our physical strength and sustain our relationship through sex. The deep affection between them was understandable, but at that moment, she was restless and yearned to be thoroughly penetrated. She said, "Oh God, but my vagina is so itchy, it feels like ants are crawling on my heart. Please heal me quickly!"

I said, "Only then can you experience the highest pleasure of sex. Imagine, after waiting for nine shallow penetrations, finally getting one deep penetration—isn't that feeling unforgettable? Even thinking about it normally makes you happy."

Feng Chan thought so too, and could only look forward to this rare opportunity with a different mindset. At first, she naturally felt a little uncomfortable, but after a few times, she discovered that besides the itching in her vagina, the greatest satisfaction came from a strange heat welling up from the bottom of her heart. This heat quickly spread throughout her body, unlike the burning heat of lust; it was full of deep affection and mixed with a stimulating force that stirred her entire soul, immersing her in boundless love in addition to sexual desire.

She increasingly felt that I was gentle, considerate, and that no man in the world could compare to me. I was the only protector in her life, the only one who could bring her sexual pleasure. I could feel the depth of her love for me from her tight embrace and passionate kisses. There was nothing in the world more joyful and exciting than the two of us.

During the nine shallow and one deep thrusts, I also felt the changes in Feng Chan's body. Her every thrust, every sway of her hips, allowed me to fully enjoy the infinite pleasure that Feng Chan's vagina brought me. My penis gradually grew thicker and larger, reaching more than eight inches in length, and the glans also doubled in size. The purplish-red glans seemed to be uncontrollably raging, forcing Feng Chan's vagina to swell completely, leaving no gaps. Feng Chan was moaning and groaning continuously as my thick glans penetrated her. Her face was rosy, her almond-shaped eyes were like silk, her nose was high and upturned, her lips were cherry-

like, her white rabbit teeth were pearly white, and her small, fragrant tongue was incredibly cute. After I thrust in and out thousands of times with nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one, Feng Chan's body trembled, and a gush of hot vaginal fluid spurted out, making my glans feel incredibly comfortable. I thrust hard, and with the final deep thrust, I also entered Feng Chan's little hole, unable to resist ejaculating my precious semen into Feng Chan's flower heart. We both shivered at the same time, reaching this wonderful climax together, and we fell into a deep sleep, exhausted, embracing each other tightly.

Soon, Feng Chan became pregnant, and we finally had a child, one that we made ourselves. Thanks to the power of the nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one, Feng Chan and I both seemed to have become much younger, and Feng Chan's body became more and more voluptuous, while my penis became thicker and larger, reaching a full nine inches in length. We had money and a next generation, and the whole family lived happily ever after.

Postscript:

Lun Fengchan is a real person, and she was indeed my former boss's wife. She was also one of the women I admired most among all the women I've ever met. Because the company was small and had few employees, there were only two of us. When the boss and the other person were out, it was just me and the boss's wife. Several times I wanted to run into the office and kiss her. Of course, I wouldn't do that much, but due to moral constraints and a criminal mentality, I never did it.

Afterwards, I left the company. Every night, I dreamt of the landlady's beautiful face, and once we even had sex. Later, the boss found out, so we ran away. I vaguely remember the landlady telling me, "You'll only be with me. Help me get rid of the boss."

The story's structure is quite clear. But that dream caused me to ejaculate all at once, soaking a large area of the sheets. Afraid my family would see, I quickly put the sheets in the bathtub to soak them, to avoid embarrassment. Thus, the story that has been hidden in my heart for many years can finally be shared online.

As for the boss's infertility and subsequent madness, that's fictional, but they really haven't had children yet, and I don't know why.

These past two years have been truly dreary for me. Besides the fight two years ago, there are many other factors. Life's ups and downs are unpredictable. Before the fight, I lived a life of luxury and extravagance, but afterward, I've been depressed ever since. This fight was more or less a contributing factor. I'm not blaming anyone, but I genuinely feel immense pain and pressure, which fills me with endless resentment. I only hate that I'm poor!

In my current company, I'm ostracized because of racial discrimination. Although we're all Chinese, people from different provinces, with different customs and speaking different languages are together. And I'm the only one in the entire department who's considered an "outsider," making me a target for their overt and covert attacks. Isolated and helpless, I feel utterly helpless! Furthermore, the company has a very clear hierarchy. Since I'm considered a newcomer, sometimes they'll say nice things to my face, but behind my back they'll gossip about me. I'm used to this, it's not a big deal. What's most infuriating is that on the surface, everyone can pat each other on the shoulder and be "brothers"—of course, I don't initiate the pats—but if something happens or I'm caught doing something wrong by a higher-up, I become the scapegoat.

Also, it turns out that the place with the least freedom of speech is actually a newspaper office that publishes news and opinion pieces. Isn't that ironic? In the newspaper office, besides being forbidden from grandstanding, one cannot speak freely, criticize anyone or anything, or speak ill of authors or editors behind their backs, claiming their articles are sloppy, careless, or sycophantic. Yet, their articles are truly childish, even idiotic, bordering on the stupid, and filled with the kind of sycophancy so beloved by the Chinese. This mainland-style system of governance exists in a free and open capitalist society that admires Western culture; the distorted phenomenon is blatantly obvious and truly shocking. Moreover, this newspaper is the largest in the area, yet it's pro-China—it's infuriating!

Therefore, I remain a lowly employee, without any chance of promotion. Years of bitterness have been left unvented, forcing me to swallow my anger. Working in this society naturally leads to being looked down upon. I'm trying hard to break free, but alas, opportunities never seem to come my way. Sometimes, opportunities are clearly within my grasp, but they just never come my way.

That feeling of being out of luck and having my talents go unrecognized welled up within me. I hated my own weakness and inability to change my fate. Therefore, I wrote this article with a happy ending, as a temporary consolation. I also hope that the days to come will be as smooth as described in this article, that I can finally showcase my abilities, stand out from the crowd, and prove to everyone that people from other provinces can be independent and even surpass the locals! Perhaps even become world-famous!

This is my first article written online. I hope everyone can correct any errors, and I also hope to have more diverse creative work in the future. Although this was written during my most difficult time, I sincerely hope to achieve great things in the new millennium, wash away the past despair, find a benefactor, and have a better life.

I'm a prolific writer, and this pen name is a summary of my various experiences. I feel like I'm a cursed loner; for over twenty years, I've been a loner, having had several girlfriends, but all relationships ended. Each girlfriend seemed to bring hardship, and the second only made things worse. After each relationship, my life truly became more miserable. I once simply bumped into a woman, exchanged greetings, and my once lucrative business vanished in an instant.

I experienced this firsthand, and it left a deep impression on me. I'll never forget that woman, a mere acquaintance, who brought me to such a state. How much more so a close female friend? Am I truly destined to be without women? This question has revolved in my mind countless times, and I still can't understand why. So, I'm still single, perhaps with a touch of fear. But why? I still don't understand. Am I truly cursed by women? Is it really true that the lyrics, "I'm cursed by fate, destined to grow old alone, a solitary life," are coming true?

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