Sex Education Mentor Sister Xiaoyao

For me, Sister Xiaoyao was my sexual awakening teacher. I met her when I first entered university. Although I had a first girlfriend and we had been intimate, that first love couldn't possibly capture the true meaning and pleasure of sex. Sister Xiaoyao, however, transformed me from a boy into a real man. I

first met Sister Xiaoyao at my cousin's birthday party. I was almost the last one to enter the room. The room was full of beautiful women and quite a few boys with an artistic air. My cousin studied oil painting, and it was through her that I learned how alluring girls at art schools could be, to the point that I never even glanced at girls from my own school.

Among the crowd, I presented a teddy bear. Looking at the various crystal ornaments, necklaces, oil paintings, and electronic gadgets my sister had received, I felt a little inferior, so childish in front of them. My sister introduced me to everyone with great ceremony. Perhaps she genuinely thought I was a presentable younger brother, as she held my arm intimately. I admit I have a sister complex; for many boys, childhood fantasies about their older sisters remain a deep-seated secret. Facing a group of boys and girls exuding a strong artistic atmosphere, I felt somewhat out of place. They were all a bit arrogant, and the girls were all charming and shy, lacking the honesty and straightforwardness of engineering students, instead displaying an annoying arrogance. This didn't appeal to me. According to my sister, many of her classmates were from wealthy families; the boys all thought they were the future Picassos, while the girls preferred to spend their time in shopping malls and with men rather than at school. Just as I was still shy, bashful, and adorable, a girl who was practically a goddess extended her delicate hand to me.

"Hello, little brother~"

"Come here, this is your sister Xiaoyao~" My sister seemed more willing to introduce me to this beautiful woman who made me a little dizzy. "Uh, hello" I could hardly hear my own voice. I awkwardly reached out to shake her hand. The brief contact made me feel her softness and whiteness.

While I was preparing dinner for my sister, I tried to subtly find out about Xiaoyao's background. But my sister surprised me even more. "You little rascal, which one do you like?"

"Huh?" I didn't hear her clearly, or rather, I didn't want to hear her. "Ah, they're all nice. The guys all seem like artists, and the girls are all beautiful."

"Hehe, you can't afford to mess with them. Listen to your sister, don't date anyone from art school."

"Ah, I know, stop nagging!"

I like my sister; I like her beauty, her generosity, and the cheerful and enthusiastic nature inherited from our family. But I also hate her nagging. My sister and I grew up together; we're only two years apart. But girls mature earlier, so we became even closer friends. I know my sister has several close girlfriends, one of whom, Zhang Yingying, later slept with me. We'll discuss that later, because my sister and that girlfriend broke up. But meeting Xiaoyao today really broadened my horizons. If I were to use an analogy to make it clearer, I'd say Xiaoyao is more like the goddess of many men, Zhou Weitong. Of course, Zhou Weitong wasn't famous back then.

Through the kitchen, I saw Sister Xiaoyao smiling faintly in the crowd, and I couldn't help but ask my sister,

"Sister Xiaoyao..." "

Isn't she beautiful? I knew you had good taste. Besides your older sister, only she could attract you," my sister said proudly.

"You should just forget about her..." We grew up together, and that affection had turned into kinship. We mostly bickered when we were together. My sister couldn't help but pinch me again, a naked jealousy and hatred in her voice.

"Forget about her. She's several years older than you. She's going to Shanghai to get married after graduation. Her parents are there, and her boyfriend is there too."

"Then what's she doing here? Why doesn't she go to school in Shanghai?" I couldn't understand why such a girl would stay alone in this remote and isolated Northeast.

"Her parents are all here. Her parents went to Shanghai to develop their careers. Her boyfriend was introduced to her by her parents. He only comes over during holidays. Once the blind date is successful, they're just waiting for her to graduate and go to Shanghai to get married and become a rich housewife." My sister's tone was more of a blessing. I knew that the two of them were truly in love. Haha, just kidding. Sister Xiaoyao is the vice president of the student council. My sister became acquainted with her after joining the student council. Perhaps because they share similar interests, they became very close. Although they wouldn't be called best friends who can talk about anything, they are more than that. I secretly observed this goddess. She was about 170 cm tall, wearing silver high heels adorned with crystals. A well-fitting dress accentuated her graceful figure. I couldn't tell how big her bust was, but she had a slightly upturned bottom and long, fair legs exposed outside the hem of her dress. Without expensive skincare, how could a 23-year-old girl have such charm? Compared to other girls in t-shirts, hot pants, and short skirts, she seemed so otherworldly.

That night, I couldn't sleep. I was only 18 years old then. The devastating failure of my first love made me feel like the world had turned dark, but today, a goddess had rekindled my life. That day, I didn't talk much with Sister Xiaoyao. I could only secretly watch her, observing her every smile and gesture, her elegance and poise.

For a long time, I searched for her on my cousin's QQ account. There were no messages, no friends. I wanted any clues to get in touch with her without going through my cousin. I tried Renren, Kaixin, ClassMe, and even secretly checked my cousin's phone to find her number, but to no avail. I was almost on the verge of a breakdown, or like a walking corpse, sleeping in class, sleeping after class, sleeping...

God is so cruel. One day, my cousin asked me to go to the book market with her. I answered the phone in a daze, and despite my repeated refusals, I was forced to comply. When I was waiting at the entrance of the book market, I saw her first, my dream girl, Xiaoyao.

"Why are you here so early? Don't you know your sister is willing to be late?"

"Sister... Sister Xiaoyao, what brings you here?" "

We made an appointment a long time ago. We dragged you here to be our laborer."

Laborer or follower, I've waited so long, searched so long, and suddenly, I found her in the dim light.

We chatted by the roadside for a while. Sister Xiaoyao's outfit was different today: denim shorts, cowboy boots, and a white Dior t-shirt, a European and American style on display. Her slightly curly long hair fluttered gently in the breeze. She looked less ethereal and more playful and capable. For a woman, the style of clothes she wears defines her image. Only such exquisiteness can be called a goddess. Clothes make the person, but the person wearing them is always the most crucial. Looking at her sweet smile and smelling her faint perfume, I was almost intoxicated.

My cousin finally arrived. We teased her for a while before disappearing into the crowded book market. As a man, I had to keep an eye on these two angelic beauties all the time—I was both a laborer and a bodyguard. My cousin was always holding my arm, which made my cousin, Xiaoyao, quite envious. She would occasionally joke with my cousin, teasingly saying, "You're always like a little girl who never grows up. If you keep clinging to your brother like this, you'll delay his chances of finding a girlfriend."

"Sigh, I have to keep a close eye on him. I was blind to introduce him to his first love; she almost ruined my brother's life," my cousin confessed again.

"Hehe, how can a man mature without experiencing some hardships? We didn't understand love when we were in our first love." In my eyes, Xiaoyao was already a goddess; even her words had such charm. I admit I was being stupid.

I spent the whole afternoon wandering around, not buying many books. I strolled along, stopping occasionally to steal glances at Xiaoyao. The occasional eye contact made my heart flutter like a deer. Time flew by. Xiaoyao got her car and blew us a kiss goodbye. I really hoped that kiss was for me, and not for that silly girl next to her who returned it.

When I parted ways with my cousin, I stammered that I wanted Xiaoyao's phone number, but ultimately didn't say it. I just pretended my phone battery was dead and I needed to call home, asking to borrow hers. I memorized all the calls my cousin had made that afternoon, and after saying goodbye, I escaped her sight and started calling them one by one. Damn it, all the numbers on my cousin's phone belonged to either my aunt or uncle. It wasn't until after six calls that I finally got through to a real woman—my dream girl, Xiaoyao.

"Hey, hello, who is this?" Her voice was so sweet, not cloying, but approachable. "Ah, ah, um... who are you, ah, who are you, are you that person?" I stammered... "Hehe

, yes, I'm that person." Sister Xiaoyao laughed even more happily. "Ah? You know who I am?"

"Yes, I'm at the Moulin Rouge coffee shop near our school. Do you have time to come over?"

"Yes," I answered firmly, as if I saw an infinite hope about to be realized. I was so excited that I didn't even have time to hang up before hailing a taxi. I kept urging the driver to drive faster, to stop running red lights, to stop waiting for the right turn. The taxi driver even asked me, "Brother, are you trying to get revenge on society? You don't like the people on the street, and you want to take a few out?"

I didn't want to argue with him; I just wanted to be by her side in an instant. But when I actually arrived at the Moulin Rouge, I hesitated to take a step. Her red Audi A4L was parked there; I couldn't see the coffee shop inside, nor could I see her. I worried it was a joke or a trap. I didn't know what would happen after stepping through that door. I hesitated for a long time, feeling like a beggar waiting for alms, standing there dumbly in the crowd. Until I smelled that captivating perfume again, I felt someone standing there beside me, just like me—my sister Xiaoyao…

Later I learned that after receiving the phone call, Xiaoyao came out of the coffee shop and had been waiting for me at the door. She said she saw a taxi screeching to a halt in front of the coffee shop, and a silly young man almost jumping out of the car. But when he rushed towards the coffee shop like a whirlwind, he stopped and stood there, stunned.

It was only later that I learned Xiaoyao never used QQ. She had an MSN account to contact her boyfriend, but most of the time they talked on the phone. That's how our dating started—a kind of dating that wouldn't be praised, a kind of dating that had to be done secretly. I always used excuses like school team training, competitions, or classes to brush off my cousin who wanted me to go with her, and instead got into Xiaoyao's car, leaving the city to go to national parks and reservoirs, to get close to nature. Maybe Xiaoyao was also afraid of running into acquaintances or my sister in the crowded shopping streets .

Our dating started so pure, without any impurities. Although I'm also a sentimental person, I always treat the person I like as the most precious gift, unwilling to open it, unwilling to touch it.

We held hands, but only when crossing the street or climbing mountains. I really didn't want to break this Platonic love so soon; I wanted time to slow down, just a little bit more.

Xiaoyao could be considered a third-generation "red" (a term referring to children of high-ranking officials). Her grandparents were both heroes of the Korean War, her father was also a soldier who later left the army as a regimental commander, and her mother came from a scholarly family. Together they endured hardship, and with family connections, they started a company that went public, headquartered in Shanghai, which is why Xiaoyao stayed there. As for her boyfriend, he was a successful man eight years her senior, the son of her father's former teacher, a man who taught her what it meant to be a woman, a man who mentored her.

July arrived, and the holidays were approaching. We planned a trip, and I lied to my parents, saying the school team was going to Beijing for a competition. I also borrowed some money from my cousin through a mix of coaxing and deception, and Xiaoyao and I boarded a plane to Lijiang. In that city, which I call the "city of romantic encounters," we were both captivated. Passing tourists, some envious, some jealous, looked at us, this innocent young couple, with eyes full of love…

I, who was previously unable to take care of myself, pushed open the door of the quaint inn, and that thought popped into my head: Tonight, could I have her?

The hotel was booked by Xiaoyao, a couple's suite, expensive yet so cozy. We dropped off our luggage and went sightseeing, holding hands, arm in arm, teasing stray dogs, laughing and enjoying the local atmosphere. It wasn't

until late at night that we returned to our accommodation. The carefree laughter of the day was gone; only the sweat on my palms and the pounding of my heart remained.

I sat on the sofa in the suite, drinking the tea the hotel had prepared for us, listening to the sound of running water in the bathroom. I was about to pee…

“I’m done showering, you should go shower too,” Xiaoyao’s voice sounded tired.

"Oh," I replied woodenly. While I was in the bathroom planning my next move, the bedroom light went out. As I left the bathroom in my bathrobe, I saw Sister Xiaoyao in a black lace nightgown, sitting on the sofa sipping Lijiang tea. Her slightly damp hair hung down on either side of her face. The clear fragrance emanating from the 23-year-old woman after her bath made me feel a little dizzy. I couldn't move, standing there dumbfounded, staring at her. I saw her long, slender, white legs, and the heaving breasts visible through the black lace. Only the dim light from the wall lamp and the television made me excited...

I kept swallowing, scratching my head, at a loss. She looked in my direction.

"Finished washing? Hehe, no wonder your sister always bullies you. If you were a girl, you'd definitely be a beauty. Oh my, so fair-skinned!"

Sister Xiaoyao started teasing me. I wondered if she noticed my embarrassing lower body. I hoped she wouldn't think I was a pervert, or rather, I thought so myself. We were a real couple. We didn't need to hide anything. We were on vacation, we were in a hotel, so we could make love openly. I was trying to encourage myself, and my fists clenched involuntarily.

"Hmm, freshly brewed. I don't know what kind of tea it is, but it tastes pretty good." She left the sofa, moved closer to me, and brought me a cup of tea. Even from that distance, I could smell her feminine scent—not some expensive perfume, but the fresh fragrance of a young girl after a bath. When she turned back to sit on the sofa, her long, white legs almost took my breath away. Her black lace nightgown made her look even fairer, and her crystal-clear face was irresistible. I was really hard. My penis was already erect, stretching open my bathrobe. I felt a cool breeze between my legs, and I knew I was exposed.

Sister Xiaoyao didn't look at me; her attention was on the TV. And here I was, holding that cup of tea, standing there like an idiot. What a ridiculous scene—a big boy in a bathrobe, holding a cup of tea, his penis sticking out…

Finally, Sister Xiaoyao turned her head again.

"Hehe, hehe, what are you doing, silly? You're exposed! How embarrassing, hehe," Sister Xiaoyao laughed, laughing so happily, like an older sister laughing at her clueless little brother.

The teacup in my hand fell to the ground. I walked over to Sister Xiaoyao, pulled her up from the sofa, and gave her a princess carry, holding her tightly in my arms. The action was so smooth that even I was amazed. Sister Xiaoyao was also somewhat surprised by my actions. Her nightgown was lifted up to her lower abdomen, revealing her black lace panties, but that slightly mischievous smile still lingered on her cheeks. She naturally wrapped her arms around me, her eyes full of affection. It wasn't lewd or seductive; it was love, a more intimate and warm love.

I strolled into the bedroom, gently placed her on the edge of the bed, lowered my head, and brought my lips close to her cheek. Her initially surprised eyes had quietly closed. I moved my lips inch by inch from her earlobe until I touched her soft lips, then stopped. I took her hands and clasped them around my neck, then gently pulled her head down. From a light kiss to a passionate one, I slipped my tongue into her mouth, receiving an even more fiery response. I laid her on the bed, straddled her, and continued our passionate kisses. Our tongues intertwined, and I could feel her sucking my saliva. I longed to devour her entirely. As the passionate kiss was about to end, I moved my lips away from her neck, her fair and translucent skin sliding down to her chest. Perhaps the previous kiss had been too intense, for Xiaoyao's breathing was rapid. Her breasts rose and fell before me. My hands moved from around her shoulders to her arms, then to her hands. Her hands were so delicate and smooth. I took her hands and put them in my mouth, licking and sucking them incessantly. Then, my lips continued to move downwards, kissing her breasts, licking her areolas, and sucking her nipples through her thin, lace nightgown. My erect penis rubbed wantonly between her legs, its veins bulging. I craved her touch. I felt Xiaoyao's feet trying to lightly touch my penis. Her smooth, delicate toes gently rubbed against my testicles and penis. I turned to the side so I could continue our passionate kiss, pressing my genitals as close to her thighs as possible. My hands slipped inside her nightgown, exploring upwards, exploring her high, firm breasts and her nipples, which had become hard from stimulation. Her hand also touched between my legs, gently cupping my testicles. I felt a finger sliding down the base of my testicles towards my buttocks, occasionally teasing my scrotum. After playing for a while, she slowly touched my penis, making my already hard and hot cock even tighter. When she gripped my cock tightly, the already burning hot cock throbbed involuntarily. Her hands smoothly and gently stroked my penis, making the foreskin and glans perform piston-like movements countless times. Occasionally, her fingers would make intimate contact with the urethral opening, giving me a stimulation I had never experienced before. Her lips became more proactive, and this time her tongue took the initiative to enter my mouth, allowing me to taste her saliva. I kept sucking, afraid of missing a single drop. We lay on our sides on the bed, rubbing against each other. My hands left her breasts and charged towards her lace panties. I stretched out my fingers and rubbed her private parts through her panties. The feel was like rubbing against skin, without feeling the dense forest. She dodged my lips, letting out a soft moan through her nose and exhaling. My hands were trapped between her legs and unable to move. Sister Xiaoyao rolled over, straddled me, and lifted her head, letting her hair fall behind her. I could feel my penis pressing against her panties. She gently moved her body, rubbing my penis. I felt my foreskin being rubbed back, revealing my glans. It was the first time I'd encountered such a proactive woman. Compared to my first love's coy and coy manner, she excited me more and filled me with more energy. The woman rubbing my penis continued, guiding my hands to her breasts. I began to marvel at how such a captivating woman existed. When Sister Xiaoyao pulled my hands inside her nightgown, covering her breasts, I grabbed those full breasts tightly. Compared to my first love's slightly immature breasts, these breasts were like perfectly hydrated steamed buns, incredibly elastic yet smooth. I pushed the nightgown up over her breasts, and Sister Xiaoyao bit it with her lips, revealing her still pale pink nipples and areolas. I still thought of this woman as a budding virgin, but her bold and proactive approach made me doubt that notion. Xiaoyao raised one leg to make it easier for her to pull down her black lace panties. I grabbed the panties and held them to my nose, inhaling their unique scent. She couldn't help but laugh at me, calling me a little pervert. I felt a surge of anticipation; how long had I waited for this day? I longed for the main event to begin, but little did I know, this was just the prelude. Xiaoyao pulled up my penis and slowly took it into her mouth.

"Ah..." I couldn't help but let out a long sigh. Oral sex had been completely forbidden in my previous relationships, until this one.

Sister Xiaoyao slowly swallowed, and I felt warmth, moisture, and her nimble tongue. After swallowing a few times, she spat it out, kissing and licking it left and right like a lollipop. One hand reached towards my buttocks, trying to probe into the crevice and tease my anus. In conjunction with the hand's teasing, her mouth kept sucking on my glans, sometimes lowering it to touch my testicles, and occasionally licking the base of my balls. Sister Xiaoyao then ordered me to raise my legs. I felt more like a girl being played with by a tomboy. I almost raised my buttocks, peering through the gap between my legs. Watching Sister Xiaoyao perform oral sex on me, when her wet tongue touched my anus, I felt my penis throbbing again. One hand was stroking my penis, the other caressing my testicles, and her mouth was licking my anus. My expression must have been incredibly awkward, because I was thoroughly enjoying the pleasure. After a while, she mounted me again, but I still couldn't feel her pubic hair. I wondered if she had shaved it all off. She pulled my penis up and started rubbing it with her genitals, scratching it with her fingers while rubbing her labia. I tilted my head back and sighed.

"Ah, so good, ah, no, stop, I want... I want..." The words I was about to say didn't come out. I felt like I was about to ejaculate. The last time I had sex was February 14th, the day before I broke up with my girlfriend. During this time, I had no interest in any women, didn't watch porn, and didn't think about anything. I was incredibly disappointed in love. I was lonely, drifting through life aimlessly. But today I felt like the semen I'd been holding back for so long was about to erupt. I was so stimulated, I really couldn't hold back anymore.

"What are you thinking about? Want to cum?"

"Yes..."

Sister Xiaoyao leaned down again and took my penis into her mouth. This time, she stroked it faster, coordinating with the flicking of her tongue and her pink fingers stroking it quickly. With the help of saliva and the secretions from my urethra, it flowed smoothly in Sister Xiaoyao's mouth like a lubricant. "Ah, no, don't do it, ah, I'm going to cum..." Before she could finish speaking, my ejaculation gate opened wide, and streams of semen shot into Sister Xiaoyao's mouth. I don't know how many times my penis trembled, I only know that Sister Xiaoyao was choked by the fierce flood. There was a lot of semen that had accumulated and flowed down Sister Xiaoyao's lips onto my thigh. After enjoying myself, I started to panic. I'd ejaculated so pathetically before the main event even began. I felt ashamed. I looked at Sister Xiaoyao, who was still covering her mouth, and saw a hint of allure in her eyes. After a short while, she removed her hand from her mouth and pulled my penis back up, giving me oral sex again. This time, she was cleaning it, wiping away the remaining semen from the glans. She had swallowed all of what she'd ejaculated earlier.

"You ate it all?" I asked, somewhat surprised.

"Yes," Sister Xiaoyao looked up and smiled at me.

"God will punish the boy who ejaculates on the ground," she joked, making me even more embarrassed.

"How long has it been since you last did it? You came a lot.

" "Since the last breakup."

"Don't you masturbate?"

"No, I don't really like it. Sometimes I think about it, but doing something else makes it go away."

Sister Xiaoyao lay on top of me again, her head resting on my chest, one hand still stroking my still hard penis. "Good boy, I'll be with you from now on."

I didn't know why Sister Xiaoyao would say that. Was I just her baby, not her boyfriend? For a 23-year-old woman, I was a bit naive, but wasn't that why she was with me?

"I'm not your baby, I want to be your man."

"Hehe..." Sister Xiaoyao didn't say anything more, just smiled faintly.

I seemed to be angered by that hehe smile. I suddenly rolled over. This time I was going to take the initiative. I hadn't had sex for more than half a year, and I couldn't control myself, but I was still full of confidence in my ability and stamina. I pounced on Sister Xiaoyao and went straight for her private parts. Only then did I realize that Sister Xiaoyao's private parts were trimmed; there was only a triangular patch of pubic hair on her lower abdomen, and the rest of her body was as clean as a young girl's. I was shocked and astonished.

"Is it pretty?" Sister Xiaoyao still had that seductive smile. I admit I was stunned. I'd seen my first girlfriend's private parts before, but nothing had ever made me yearn for them like this. Sister Xiaoyao's words brought me back to my senses, and I began my assault. I cupped her buttocks and started kissing her passionately. I stretched out my tongue and licked her vulva. Without the obstruction of pubic hair, it was even easier to reach. I licked every place I could reach. "Mmm..." Sister Xiaoyao let out a muffled groan. She held my head and touched my face with her fingers, seemingly guiding me to the right spot. She tried to push my mouth open and flicked her clitoris with her fingers. I understood and kissed it, sucking on it. Her voice became a little high-pitched.

"Mmm... hum..." The heavy nasal tone told me she was enjoying it.

I also stretched out my fingers and tried to flick her labia. I didn't know how to describe her vulva. Looking at her still tender labia majora, I greedily licked them. I tried to insert my fingers deep into her vagina. One, two, I hooked my fingers together, rubbing the inner walls of her vagina with my fingertips.

"Ugh... ah... slower, little brother, it hurts a bit."

"Ah, does it feel good? I'm touching you like this."

"Mmm... mmm, it hurts, slower."

I seemed to hear "faster," so I stood up, allowing my fingers to penetrate her vagina more comfortably. My upper arm moved her vagina, and I finally put to use the skill I learned from my roommate. Two fingers were rapidly thrusting in and out of Sister Xiaoyao's vagina. "Ah, ah, no, ah, ah... it hurts, baby, it hurts so much."

"I'm not your baby, I'm your man." My pride was hurt again, and I punished this woman even more fiercely. My goddess, you shouldn't treat me like a child. I want to be your man, and make you belong only to me.

"Ah, husband, ah, be gentle, I don't want this, it hurts..." Sister Xiaoyao's brows furrowed, and her eyes looked at me with a pitiful expression. I finally slowed down and slowly withdrew from her vagina. My fingers were already covered in her vaginal fluid. She held my head and kissed my lips. "Good husband, be gentle with me, I'm afraid of pain."

"Mmm." I knew my roughness had really made her uncomfortable, so I started to comfort her and hugged her tightly. She put my fingers in her mouth and sucked away the vaginal fluid. I lowered my head again, this time using my tongue to explore her vagina. She lifted my face and pulled me onto her body. My penis was already swollen and hard. I was still young, having just ejaculated once, I could go back to battle so soon. But at that time, I was so inexperienced. Several times I tried to go in but couldn't get in. Sister Xiaoyao kissed my forehead and pulled my penis into the vagina I had longed for. It was hotter there than in her mouth. When my penis finally broke through her inner vagina and entered her vagina...

"Ah, I'm in..."

"Ah... um... it's so full, so big!" Perhaps it was real, perhaps it was encouragement, but Sister Xiaoyao's words boosted my confidence. I started thrusting, intending to go straight to 210 mph, but Sister Xiaoyao, biting her lip and frowning, stopped me. "Slow down, yours is big, going too fast will hurt me."

I slowly began thrusting, trying to go deeper, deeper still, until my entire penis was inside her vagina. I slowly increased the speed, like shifting gears, each time faster than the last. I was thinking about the nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep thrust, but I forgot all about it. Maintaining that position, I thrust for a while, then I started adding more. I lifted Xiaoyao's legs, her long, straight, white legs resting on my shoulders. I greedily licked her toes left and right, my penis thrusting deep into her vagina again and again with the power of my waist. "Ah, ah... um..."

"Do you like it? Do you like my penis? Xiaoyao, do you like it?"

"Mmm, mmm..."

"Mmm what? Do you like it? Tell me, do you like it?"

"I like it, husband, I like it, give it to me, insert it into me, fuck me..."

When Xiaoyao said the last word, I let go of her legs and accelerated my attack on her vagina. I felt myself going faster and faster, thrusting in and out of her vagina. I wanted my penis to go deeper. I felt something hitting the front of my glans. I didn't care if she was in pain. I just wanted to go faster and faster. I held her thighs and tried to insert my penis, along with my testicles and myself, into that place.

"Mmm, ooh... I'm coming, mmm, so fast, mmm... faster."

"Ah, what's coming?" Now, thinking back to how silly I was, I thought only men could ejaculate...

"Ha... um... coming, coming," Sister Xiaoyao seemed amused by my words, but as my penis penetrated her, she started moaning again. Finally, I felt a surge of heat erupt from my deep penis. What was this...?

Xiaoyao had an orgasm. She was a little tired, and after a slight twitch of her body, several streams of heat flowed from my penis onto the bed. I observed her movements while continuing to thrust. I pulled her up, making her lie face down on the bed so I could attack her from behind. I liked this position; each thrust felt powerful, my testicles hitting her body, my penis reaching deep into her uterus. I pulled her arms, making her arch her back, allowing us to thrust faster until I ejaculated again, forcefully shooting deep into her uterus. This time, there was still a lot of semen. This time, my penis trembled even more inside her until she lay limply on the bed, while I lay beside her. I continued to kiss my beauty, my Sister Xiaoyao.

On our first night together, we did it five times. Afterwards, my slightly germaphobic sister dragged me into the bathroom and gave me a thorough scrubbing…from my penis to my anus. She even wanted to shave my pubic hair, but I stopped her. During my time in Lijiang with Xiaoyao, I almost always woke up in the afternoon and had crazy sex at night. When I stepped onto my hometown soil, I felt much lighter.

Xiaoyao was my mentor, my sex mentor. We tried car sex, outdoor sex while being bitten by mosquitoes, and oral sex behind a big tree at the Ultimate Ski Resort. We even secretly kissed and had sex in the bathroom while playing mahjong at my cousin's house. We even did oral sex in a fitting room at a shopping mall. I loved her transformations between a noblewoman, a wild woman, and a wanton woman. I was endlessly infatuated with her. We frolicked in the bathtub at our place, and we tried using shower gel as lubricant for anal sex. In my prime, I gave her my best semen. We never used condoms, and she never wasted my semen; she either drank it or let it dissolve in her uterus.

These wonderful days made me lose interest in studying and I didn't want to go home. I practically stayed at her place. Until one day, I discovered she had disappeared. When I came back from playing soccer, I found her luggage was gone, and there were several clothes hangers on the bed. Our matching toothbrush holders were gone, and only mine remained. I started frantically calling her, searching for her relentlessly, but to no avail. "Sis, have you seen Xiaoyao lately?"

"No, she hasn't been to school in a long time, and she doesn't answer her phone..." Before my cousin could finish speaking, I hung up. I rushed to the parking lot, where the Audi A4L was still there. I felt like I was dreaming. I slapped myself hard, trying to wake myself from this nightmare, but the reality was that I was forever trapped in this nightmare, unable to wake up.

Later, an elderly woman found me—Xiaoyao's grandmother. She told me that Xiaoyao had gone to Shanghai without saying goodbye so as not to hurt you. It turned out our love wasn't a secret; this old woman knew. She knew we truly loved each other but couldn't interfere. Xiaoyao's father needed to use more connections to help his struggling company overcome its difficulties, and Xiaoyao was the key.

Much later, I received an email:

Qingqing:

It's me, Xiaoyao. I'm sorry. My sudden departure has plunged you into pain once again. But I'm not just in pain; I'm in an endless abyss. I'm actually a bad woman, a woman who has corrupted you. I can recklessly squander my youth and forget about ambition, but you can't. I shouldn't have treated you like this, making you my backup plan, my lover, my true love.

I left without looking back. The moment I closed the door, I cried. And now, when you see this letter, I'll be wearing a wedding dress, waiting for the man who doesn't love me to marry me. I'm a puppet, a release object, a slut he's trained.

I'm sorry, Qingqing, I love you, but please forget me.

Xiaoyao.

That's all the content of the letter. Later, I guessed that under that man's tutelage, Xiaoyao had developed skills that men couldn't resist. I don't know how long it was before I saw Xiaoyao's wedding photo on my sister's social media. It was taken in a church. Xiaoyao wasn't smiling, only expressionless. The man next to her, with a small mustache, was handsome, but he always gave me a feeling of a beast in human clothing. I had fantasized about Xiaoyao being tortured like a bitch in front of him. I had hated her, or perhaps loved her…

After starting work in 2005, I lost contact with Xiaoyao. My cousin chose to go to Canada, and Xiaoyao disappeared from her QQ space. I saw Sister Xiaoyao's grandmother on the street once in 2007, but the old woman couldn't remember who I was. Her face was covered with wrinkles, and she looked so old.

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