Me and My Girlfriend - Xiao Qing (Hot Spring Trip Special Episodes 1-3)

【1】The White One Awaits Slaughter

The morning light still peeked behind the mountains, the sky only slightly brighter than midnight,
still roughly nighttime—at least on a normal day, Xiao Qing
would still be asleep at this time.

However, she was awake now. She

had drunk alcohol last night…

Xiao Qing wasn't a good drinker, and since she didn't like Zi Yi drinking, she would never practice her
drinking capacity . Usually, about a can of beer would make her stomach complain. So, to
say she was "drunk" last night was an understatement; she was just a little "overdrunk."

Indeed, last night's alcohol was "exceptionally" delicious. It almost completely overturned Xiao Qing's understanding of "alcohol"—it
wasn't bitter, didn't burn her throat, and was even sweet! Drinking glass after glass felt like drinking some kind of special juice,
as if she didn't even realize she was drinking alcohol… When she came to her senses, her cheeks were burning hot, and it felt as if
a horn had grown on each of her temples.

...Then, in a daze, she was kissed by A-Cheng.

A-Cheng had taken advantage of Zi-Yi talking to Wan-Zhen to steal a light kiss on her lips,
a sly, victorious grin on his face.

Xiao-Qing slapped A-Cheng's thigh in response, but the man seemed completely unconcerned and even took
her hand.

Not quite drunk yet, Xiao-Qing's thinking was a little slow, but she still understood what was
happening .

Frankly, this man was completely not her type. Xiao-Qing couldn't understand what Wan-Zhen liked about him. Of
course, this was only based on their first impression of each other today. This lecherous man had
stared at

she would notice if her body was being spied on. The question was, should she confront him? Or should she let him continue to look, out of consideration for Wan-
Zhen ?

A-Cheng was staring at the neckline of her bathrobe; she knew it. She also knew
what . But should she confront him and ruin the next few days' plans? Xiao-Qing couldn't decide.

Then came a "plop" sound, and Wanzhen collapsed into Ziyi's arms.

Acheng also pulled her close, his lecherous face about to lean in again...

"Ugh...what are you doing..." Xiaoqing tried to push Acheng's face away, but found her hands as
powerless as if they weren't her own.

"Ah, drinking, aren't we going to drink?" Acheng said, pouring wine into her mouth
.

Then she heard...

"We're out having fun, relax a bit, isn't Yi-ge playing with Wanzhen?"

Xiaoqing's vision was a little unfocused, she couldn't see what the two people on the other side of the table were doing, but she was almost
certain that Ziyi's attention wasn't on her.

Her breasts were touched, Xiaoqing tried to push his arms away... then her lips were captured, the taste of the kiss
tinged with the sweetness of wine...

Oh well, Xiaoqing closed her eyes, imagining another person in her mind, French kissing him.

Ugh...

Thinking back to this, Xiaoqing felt like dying.

Ziyi was still fast asleep beside her, while she herself reeked of an unnatural scent:

semen and saliva.

Xiaoqing wasn't the naive girl she once was; she could immediately recognize these smells.
The question was, whose scent was it?

Her memory became even more hazy. She seemed to recall someone brushing her breasts with a penis, and she remembered someone
forcibly shoving their ejaculated penis into her mouth, but who was that person… no, even if she couldn't remember their face, it
couldn't be Ziyi, much less the person Xiaoqing was fantasizing about.

"Tsk!" Xiaoqing unconsciously made a sound of disgust.

Thankfully, there was no unusual sensation between her legs; her last line of defense seemed to have been preserved.

However, Xiaoqing vowed to herself that she would absolutely not drink again that night!

"Phew~" Xiaoqing exhaled heavily to clear her mind.

Then she saw the phone casually placed on the grass, flashing a blue light—meaning there were unread messages.

"My head is killing me!" "

Ah Cheng booked an aromatherapy session this morning, but I'm not in the mood for it. You go ahead—just tell me your room number."

"Ah, it's over there where it says 'Hot Stone Bath'."

The message arrived at 2 AM. Xiao Qing shook her head and smiled bitterly.

She glanced at the clock, wondering if it had started yet. But since she was awake, she decided
to check. If it wasn't there, she could just go to the public bath.

*** *** *** ***

The sky was a little brighter than when she woke up, and even through her straw sandals, she could feel
the coldness of the corridor floor. Xiao Qing walked along the corridor, looking for signs for the "Hot Stone Bath" in the direction of the public bath, but found
herself foolishly circling the U-shaped corridor. The entrance to the hot stone bath was just a short distance from her room.

She descended three wooden steps, changed into her outdoor shoes placed on the ground, and stepped onto
the smooth . Xiaoqing walked along the stones to the outer garden. Breathing in the cool air didn't make her feel uncomfortable
at all ; on the contrary, she felt very comfortable.

She followed the path around a bend and saw a stone cave. Next to the cave was a sign that read "Hot Stone Bath," so she hadn't
come to the wrong place. Judging from the scenery, Xiaoqing deduced that it was a rock wall facing the same direction as the large public bath.

The cave was lit up; it was a downward-facing stone staircase, unlike the spiral staircase at the hot spring. This one was a straight
staircase pointing vertically forward. Xiaoqing felt she had descended about two stories before reaching the passageway. There was
a wooden door on the right side of the passageway, and a little further ahead, another wooden door, leading to the end of the rock wall; the right side was an entire
rock wall , with only two antique-style oil lamps hanging on it.

The small window on the wooden door closest to her was lit, and Xiaoqing gently pushed it open.

"Oh," a person in a neat white uniform inside saw Xiaoqing and
looked .

"Room 2," Xiaoqing said, first holding up two fingers, then making a shoulder-massaging
gesture with both hands.

"Uh," the man in the white overalls seemed to understand her meaning, then pointed to
the wooden sign next to him.

'0630-2130'

Then he pointed to the clock on the wall; it was just past 6 o'clock.

"Ah, sorry…come later," Xiao Qing quickly apologized and turned to
leave …

"Are you from Hong Kong?" Xiao Qing was startled to hear a familiar language.

"Huh?" Xiao Qing turned back and looked at the man in the white overalls again.

"It's alright, wait here for a moment, I'll get ready right away," he said.

"Ah…yes, thank you…" Xiao Qing stepped into the room, took off her slippers at the shoe drop, and stepped barefoot onto
the rocky floor, but surprisingly, she didn't feel the cold.

"Please sit over there." The man gestured for Xiao Qing to sit on the chair next to him, then seemed to be making preparations
quickly .

The room wasn't very spacious; in the middle was what looked like a high bed for massage…to call it a "bed"
wasn't quite accurate; it was more like a bathtub. But considering the depth of the "bathtub," it was more like a
giant washbasin large enough to accommodate a whole person. The "washbasin" seemed to be made from a single piece of rock, and on
the other side, which Xiao Qing couldn't see, appeared to be heating equipment; the man was adjusting the temperature. Next to it, on a small table, were
a large pile of bottled bath gel and aromatherapy oils, and a lit aromatherapy lamp emitting a slightly strong fragrance.

The room was so small that she could see everything in one go, and Xiao Qing's gaze returned to the man.

He didn't look young, but not old enough to be called "uncle" either; perhaps around thirty years old?
A square face, short hair, thick eyebrows, small eyes… frankly, a bit rustic. But his
impeccably clean, pure white work clothes gave him a very professional air.

"Are you from Hong Kong too?" Xiao Qing asked.

"No, I'm from Foshan," the man said.

"Don't people in Foshan speak Mandarin?" Xiao Qing asked.

"I do say that, but Cantonese is my mother tongue," the man replied with a smile, but his hands didn't stop
. He seemed to be mixing several fragrances in a funnel-shaped container.

"Oh..." Xiao Qing nodded gently, then watched his work.

"Do you prefer it stronger or milder?" the man asked.

"Yes..." Xiao Qing smiled slightly, seemingly able to understand the difference in Cantonese due to regional variations.

"Hmm?" The man seemed not to understand why Xiao Qing was smiling.

"It's alright, since it's a rare opportunity, I'll make it stronger," Xiao Qing said.

"Oh, then... how about this?" the man said, taking a small aromatherapy bottle from the table and placing it in front of
Xiao Qing .

Initially, it smelled of honey, but a deeper scent revealed a certain alluring quality.

"Hmm, this is fine!" Xiao Qing was very satisfied.

"Oh, I understand," the man said, pouring the aromatherapy into the funnel-shaped container,
mixing it with the liquid already inside.

The man's technique was skillful and fluid. Different colored liquids, poured in,
were blended into a single color with a gentle shake and turn. It was practically part of a performance; Xiao Qing almost
applauded.

The man inverted the funnel and inserted it into a golden faucet above the giant "washbasin," then
reached out to check the temperature.

"My name is Xiao Bing, what's yours?" the man asked.

"Xiao Qing."

"Yes, Xiao Qing, we can begin." "

Oh..." Xiao Qing stood up, then suddenly hesitated...

"Hmm?" The man turned his head.

"Uh... no... it's okay." Xiao Qing took a breath, then, for the first time in her life, undressed in front of a strange man
...

It's okay, he's a professional, looking at a woman's naked body is like looking at a white pig... Xiao Qing convinced herself.

She wasn't wearing underwear under her yukata; what would he think? Xiao Qing regretted it a little; she hadn't expected the masseur to be a man.

And he smelled of semen and saliva! She should have showered first! Xiao Qing was filled with regret!

No, the aromatherapy here is so strong, it shouldn't be...

The belt came off, and the yukata naturally loosened to the sides, revealing her cleavage directly to the man. Her nipples clung to the yukata,
preventing it from spreading further, but that was only temporary...

Sooner or later, this man would see everything...

Xiaoqing gritted her teeth and puffed out her chest as she pulled off the yukata.

The yukata slid from Xiaoqing's shoulders to the ground, and the man hurriedly went to pick it up.

Completely naked, Xiaoqing had a strange man kneeling in front of her. Apart from his name being Xiaobing, Xiaoqing
knew nothing .

"Come on, let's go up." Xiaobing stood up very close to Xiaoqing, smiling as he took her right hand and
led her up the steps to the giant sink. It was like a prince leading a princess into a pumpkin carriage, or a soldier leading
a prisoner to the guillotine.

Sitting down, lying down, one everyday action after another made Xiaoqing feel increasingly embarrassed. Even though she was just doing the same
thing, she felt so awkward in front of strangers…

Lying in the giant washbasin, her view was slightly obstructed, only the rocky ceiling
and .

Naked, Xiaoqing instinctively covered her chest and genitals with her hands. Although she knew that covering up
would be pointless, she still expressed her unease.

“Let’s begin,” Xiaobing said with a professional smile.

“Mmm…” Xiaoqing nodded gently.

Lying in the “washbasin,” Xiaoqing resembled a large white pig waiting to be slaughtered.

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