Secret Love

As

dusk settles and night falls, the city is bathed in colorful lights. Weary pedestrians finally pause their hurried steps to admire the night view. Most of these admirers are local residents with regular nine-to-five jobs. Their families can stroll through the night market after six o'clock, shopping, chatting, and enjoying the festivities. This is their most relaxed time, as their leisure is just beginning.

I am a migrant worker from my hometown, a drifter currently unemployed. It's not that I don't work hard, but the competition is too fierce. Many graduate and undergraduate students haven't found jobs, wandering the city, living off their parents' money. As for me, a college graduate who has wasted my studies, at least I won't be like them, calling home to send money and sponging off my parents.

Just as these office workers' leisure time begins, my work begins. They come to the night market to relax, but I am the one being relaxed. To put it bluntly, I set up a stall at the night market to earn my meager living in this city.

I sit at the entrance of a small alley, at a simple, long table, with a computer that looks old but has high-end specs. This is like many people who are all show and no substance, with a stark contrast between their inner and outer selves. It's also like some people who appear quiet and honest on the outside but are wild and secretly passionate on the inside. My computer, however, is the exception—highly capable inside but unappealing on the outside.

An energy-saving light hangs at a 45-degree angle in front of my head, illuminating me and the entire table. No words are needed, and I don't need to shout. I just turn on the music and quietly wait for customers to come in. After setting up all the tools for making money, I quietly clicked back and forth across different folders on the monitor, the only way I could mask my boredom.

Young people love excitement; they don't have time to play during the day due to work, so they only come out in the evenings to relax, wander around, and find clothes they like to satisfy their desire for beauty. The things here aren't things they'd have to scrimp and save for a month or two to afford. Many of the styles here are ahead of the trend because there are factories here that specialize in manufacturing these counterfeit clothes. Even many clothes in designer stores are made in some of these factories; they're just labeled differently, given a different brand name, and thus receive different levels of attention.

Young working girls wearing counterfeit brands don't feel too shabby walking down the street, nor do they feel out of touch with social trends. It also gives them more confidence to stand tall and face their local colleagues who frantically buy so-called designer brands during sales at large shopping malls.

Lost in a jumble of thoughts, I glanced at the time. She was almost there, about to pass in front of me. I straightened my clothes and brushed my hair back, thinking it would make me look more handsome. They say talented men and beautiful women are perfect, and I admit she's a beauty in everyone's eyes, while I'm not exactly a talented man by popular standards. But while I may not be a talented man, the computer on my desk is a true genius. Currently connected to the internet, it's invincible mode; any question you can think of, and even those you can't, can be answered here.

She's so beautiful that when she first walked past my desk, I thought I was seeing things. When I rubbed my eyes and looked at her more closely, I felt she was a celestial being who must have accidentally made a mistake—like spilling water while watering flowers, which saved a drought-stricken land, and the Queen Mother of the West was angry and banished her to earth.

I stubbornly believed that someone as beautiful as her, even if she made a mistake, it must have been a great act of merit. Although she was a fallen fairy, I knew that for an unemployed vagrant like me, she was forever unattainable. There was no possibility of ever reaching her. Yet, every time she passed my desk, I couldn't help but look at her, watching her until she disappeared from my sight, constantly thinking to myself, how outstanding must someone be to deserve someone so beautiful?

Her jet-black hair was tied in a ponytail, long bangs draped across her forehead and eyebrows, as if trying to prove she was a mature woman. But her youthful face, when she smiled, revealed two faint dimples on her cheeks that completely betrayed her. Sixteen years old? Hmm! Eighteen at most!

She arrived, still as beautiful as ever. A light blue tank top, its slightly wide hem covering her tiny hot pants, only revealing a sliver of skin about two fingers' width from the top of her thighs—a sight that made my blood boil.

Her long, slender legs moved with the same graceful, yet still agile, gait. I silently prayed that she wouldn't disappear from my sight so soon, that I could have a little more time to fantasize. After all, this was the happiest moment of my day, for this poor boy. Today, she wore a smile and walked quickly toward me, giving me the illusion that she was smiling at me. But in public, as a young woman, she was too shy to express her deep feelings for me. Should I bravely go to her, give her a warm hug, and, if she allowed, a deep, passionate kiss, to ease her weariness after a long day?

Just as my heart was racing, agonizing over whether I should muster the courage to give her a chance, a tall man sat down at my table. "Boss, download a few movies for me."

I didn't kick him out because he was interrupting my view of her. Of course, he was my customer, my bread and butter; how could I possibly turn him away? On the contrary, I greeted him with a smile.

I had made my money, but she had already walked past me and disappeared from my sight.

I didn't regret making money but losing the chance to see her, and I never would. If I had to choose between her and reality, I would choose reality without hesitation. In the face of reality, I had to make money to survive; compared to reality, her beauty was useless. And she, in the face of reality, was merely a garnish in my existence, nothing more.

Until I closed up shop, I didn't see her again. I knew she wouldn't appear before me again, at least not tonight, but she would appear again tomorrow night. Because of the previous evidence, I had my current confidence. After she left, I continued doing my business as usual, earning the money I was supposed to earn. Besides earning money, I would also take time to go to the roasted nuts shop, buy a pound of sunflower seeds, and when there were no customers, I would quietly sit in front of the computer, studying the data while cracking them open.

Day after day passed, and I repeated my money-making routine. She also appeared in my sight on time. I knew she had a strong sense of time; otherwise, she wouldn't have walked past me so punctually every day and then gracefully disappeared from my sight. I thought our life together would only be limited to this, limited to the few minutes I saw her each day, limited to the few minutes her brisk steps wouldn't linger in front of my stall. As for other desires, I had thought about them, but they were all just my own thoughts, and no one else could know them.

Today, our interaction was completely unexpected. She smiled faintly and sat down at my table. I had to hide my elation and not let her see any overly excited expression on my face, otherwise, I would be in a very passive position.

"Boss, how did you download the movies here?"

Her voice was beautiful, just like her appearance—pretty, outstanding, and melodious. It had a slightly coquettish quality to it, a truly exquisite voice. I was momentarily stunned. All I could think was, "Beautiful lady, are you trying to flirt with me?"

"Boss, are you still doing business here? If not, I'm leaving!"

"Yes, of course I am. Sorry, I was thinking about something." I quietly shoved my unworthy, peeking-at-the-girl-like member back into my pants, pulled my shirt to cover it. "Damn, so pathetic. You act like this just trying to chat up a pretty girl. Well, no, not even a chat."

"Oh!" The girl looked at my slightly indecent actions with a puzzled expression, her small, delicate nose wrinkling slightly. "How did you download the movies?"

Looking into her clear eyes, I suddenly had a feeling that she wanted to laugh but was trying her best to suppress it. I coughed a few times to indicate that the blush on my face was not from shyness or embarrassment, but from feeling unwell. How could a seasoned veteran like me, who had been working in society for months, show weakness to a young girl? "Two for a dollar!"

"Too expensive, can you make it cheaper?" "No, I can't break the rules."

Although she was a beautiful woman I had always wanted to talk to, I couldn't break the rules and give her an easy way out. Okay, I admit, the rules are all nonsense. I've been sitting here every day giving her opportunities to chat me up, and she only came today. Her reaction was really a bit slow. My male chauvinism kicked in, and I wanted to get back at her in business.

"I'll go to the internet cafe to download them myself. It costs 2.5 yuan an hour to download several movies."

"Downloading at the internet cafe is completely different from downloading here. They're two very different concepts. For example, you have to search, you have to use your brain, and you can't find many resources, and..." Actually, I wanted to say that many of them were censored, but I stopped myself. I don't know if the pretty girl knows what censorship means, but it was my first time encountering it, and I was obviously a little too excited to control myself. Luckily, my brain was faster than my mouth. "And there will be viruses. Hmm, everything here is genuine, the high-definition kind. Two movies for one yuan, not expensive..."

Second, the rogue

bargained again. I was secretly delighted, having gotten a little more of a coquettish stimulant for my little brother. Thinking of his head-shaking and swaying, I felt a wave of disdain. "You've never seen the world. You've watched those dozens of gigabytes of Japanese adult films for nothing."

While she was looking for movies, I could openly and carefully look at her.

Her ponytail draped over her shoulder, falling naturally over her light blue tank top. A small bag, the brand of which I couldn't identify, was slung over her right shoulder. Judging from her posture, she was probably 1.68 meters tall, a perfect match for my 1.75 meters. I was secretly pleased. She had a great, slender figure, which was evident from her proportions. I had fantasized about her more than once in the past few days—her breathtaking S-shaped figure. Every time I couldn't resist indulging in my erotic pleasures, her image filled my mind. I imagined her appearing and quickly rescuing me from the clutches of those rough and unruly women… The half of her face peeking out from under her bangs was delicate and charming, especially now, as she focused intently on choosing a video. It was captivating. Her clear eyebrows, pert nose, rosy cheeks, and pointed chin… she exuded a uniquely alluring charm. Looking at her slightly thin shoulders and arms, and her snow-white, smooth skin, my heart pounded.

"Boss, this, and this..."

"Oh, okay."

I took her memory card, pressed it twice, and opened it. It was unbelievable how such a pretty girl could have such a messy memory card. Various applications, e-books, movies, and pictures were all mixed together in a chaotic mess, to the point that I didn't even know where to save the movies for her.

"Your folder is too messy. I'll organize it for you. Hmm, I'll put the movies together, and delete the ones you don't need. Where should I put the pictures? Selfies? Uh..." As I opened the folder, my eyes lit up, and I froze, as if I had been frozen in place. My mouth and eyes were crooked, and I was dumbfounded. That would probably describe my disheveled state. What is this?! Oh my god, I don't want to live anymore.

The simplified images on the screen opened, and one after another, scantily clad women appeared on the screen. For the first time, I began to hate the snail-paced operation of this old computer. Although only five pictures were displayed, they were already blinding to my eyes. Gauze skirts, nightgowns, thongs... beautiful faces, full breasts, slender waists, perky buttocks... that alluring face was now half a meter in front of me.

Seeing my dazed expression, the girl hesitated for a moment, then her beautiful face suddenly changed. She peeked at my computer screen, and her fair, delicate face instantly turned bright red, as if it were about to bleed. Her eyes widened, and she glared at me with a murderous look, a mixture of anger, annoyance, and perhaps extreme rage… "Uh! I… I didn't mean to, really, I just wanted to help you organize things. I didn't see anything, I didn't see anything…" she stammered, her eyes still glued to the screen, watching the next image slowly open. She cursed herself inwardly for her impulsive actions. Okay, she admitted she had enjoyed it, but compared to losing the opportunity to admire beautiful women every day, it was still a huge loss.

The sixth image turned her already anxious heart into uncontrollable rage. It was a man's profile, though only half of it appeared before the computer showed the file was gone. I still had the urge to smash the computer. Regardless of who the man was or what the unfinished images were, his presence in this document indicated an inappropriate relationship between the two.

I can accept a woman's selfie, even if it's a bit promiscuous. But who doesn't have a crazy side inside? "...You filthy scoundrel... *slap*." A stinging slap jolted me from the anger and unusual excitement of being cuckolded. Clutching my burning cheek, I watched the girl sway away, her graceful figure disappearing behind her. I wanted to slap myself again. "That bastard, Jiannanchun! Damn it, I'll drink it when I get back!"

Laughter and angry stares filled the air, along with disdainful glances. A sudden wave of disappointment washed over me. I knew it wasn't for them, but because I might never see that beautiful figure again... "But who is that man? I really want to skin him alive."

Although a sliver of hope lingered in my heart, reality was painful. I still set up my stall there every night, but that figure never appeared again. It felt like something was missing from my life. Melancholy might not be for someone like me. In just one week, I rallied, striving for my happiness, for a better life, for money.

The family renting next door was clearly a realistic group in my eyes. The four of them squeezed into one room, working during the day and earning a living at the night market in the evenings. They truly put all their strength into it. Their two children, aged seven and five, were often seen helping out at the night market. These children are the real "poor kids" who have learned to be independent early, far better than those young adults living in fairy tales.

I often use their example to motivate myself, to keep myself from slacking off and to work even harder. However, from now on, I'll have to motivate myself. They moved to a better neighborhood for better opportunities; I heard the night market there is more vibrant. When we chatted last time, I could clearly see how excited they were about having the chance to expand their business there. I helped them load their goods into their car and waved them off.

Separated only by a wall, I could see most of their house from my balcony through the window. This family was indeed exceptionally hardworking; even before leaving, they kept the house spotless, with bright windows and clean tables. It would be a great place for one person, at least better than my room, with its own bathroom and kitchen.

After remarking on this, I closed the door, hopped on my electric scooter, and went to the electronics market to restock. Memory cards were sold out, one card reader was broken, and I only had two phone cases left. It was time to restock. These items had high profit margins, so I sold them while downloading songs; sales were decent, and they also brought me users downloading songs.

After getting the goods, I returned to my lodgings. It was already noon. I parked the scooter and the goods, ate some fast food at a restaurant, and went back to my room to rest. I had to set up my stall until after midnight, and if I didn't rest, I'd fall asleep. I absolutely refused to do anything that would affect my business and profits. So I make sure to rest every noon. After waking up, I will have plenty of energy to make money and pursue the happy life I want in the future.

"Who is it? So noisy! Can't a person get any sleep?" I was woken up from my sleep, and I felt an urge to curse. Who is so inconsiderate, making such a racket in the middle of the day? Can't a person live like this? Actually, the noise itself wasn't the main reason I wanted to curse. The main reason was that noise at this time would keep me awake. If I can't sleep, I'll be sleepy at night, and if I'm sleepy, how will I have the energy to download songs and movies to earn money? It's infuriating!

The noise continued. I tried to pinpoint the source of the sound. What's going on? Something seems wrong. The sound seems to be coming from the wall of the next room. Didn't they move out? Why is there a nailing sound? Is the landlord nailing something? Since it's the landlord, there's nothing I can do. It's his property, and I really can't control him. I comforted myself by lying back down, trying to ignore it and just sleep. I tried to curl up and turn to my side to continue sleeping. In my past experience, sleeping on my side helps me fall asleep more easily, but today it didn't work. The sound continued, rhythmically tapping, one tap, two taps, unhurriedly.

I was really angry. That damn landlord! He takes my money, does nothing, and then causes trouble at this time. I'm going to confront him today! Why did he have to choose this time to nail it? He's clearly trying to make things difficult for me. I got up, rushed out of the room, and leaned against the railing, about to question the landlord, when suddenly I saw the person nailing it in the room. She wasn't the landlord at all. So I swallowed the words of accusation that were about to escape my throat.

It was her. How could it be her? What was she doing here? My mind went blank, and I fell into a state of bewildered silence. Just as I was wondering, her gaze was drawn to me by my movement and fell on me.

"Ah, a pervert!" she cried out in fright, dropping the hammer she was holding and covering her chest with her hands in a defensive posture.

"Do you have to be so scared? You're not naked, you're just showing a bit of your abs." I muttered to myself, secretly thinking about that glimpse of white skin and swallowing hard.

Damn? No, her gaze was clearly on me; I was the one who was naked. I suddenly remembered that I had slept shirtless, wearing only my underwear. In this hot weather, wearing so many clothes, wasn't that just torture?

"Ah!" I also cried out to cover my embarrassment and rushed into the room.

"Bang!" "Bang!" We both slammed our doors shut.

My heart was pounding, my face flushed red, and I couldn't help but give a bitter laugh. I had fantasized countless times about different chance encounters with her, anywhere except the night market. I imagined that when I saw her, I could greet her with a smile, letting her know that I was a well-mannered and cultured person. Wasn't that the ideal man in a girl's heart—a gentle and polite gentleman?

To my surprise, my first meeting ended with a slap, and the second meeting was in the same awkward situation. I sighed silently, "My reputation is ruined here."

III. Doubt

Clutching my pounding chest, that pretty, angry face appeared in my mind. Even when angry, she was so beautiful. I sighed softly, gave a bitter laugh, lit a cigarette, and lay down on the bed, feeling dejected. How could a poor boy like me possibly covet such a stunning beauty, even if she had nothing? Did she

really have nothing? Those sexy, provocative selfies suddenly popped up: languid weariness, soft gauze dresses, and glimpses of pink above the nipples… But that's not what I wanted to notice. What I wanted to talk about was the backdrop: a spacious, bright bedroom, soft, large tatami mats, a crystal chandelier sparkling like jewels… This wasn't a bedroom; it was a palace!

"Her home?" Impossible. If it were her home, how could she move alone to a place only the poor live in? A possibility I desperately didn't want to think about grew stronger in my mind. "Was she kept by some rich guy? Hmm, that's possible."

Although I knew this girl couldn't be mine, and there was no possibility of it ever being mine, I still felt a strange sense of loss. The thought that this girl who haunted my dreams might have once been under some disgusting guy, being ravaged by him in every way, suddenly sent a surge of heat through me. I rubbed my penis a few times through my underwear, stubbed out my cigarette, and forced myself to lie back down. I had to sleep; I had to earn money to support myself tonight. Hmm, when I woke up, I probably wouldn't see her anymore. How could she be with someone like me? "The 'pervert' lives next door.

That night, I didn't see her open her door until I went out to set up my stall, and I didn't see her open it again afterwards. However, what excited me was that she hadn't moved out, because I occasionally heard the sound of tables and chairs being moved around in her room. Okay, I admit, I deliberately pressed my ear against the wall and listened for half an hour.

I don't know if she was too shy to open the door, or if it was because our schedules were completely different. When I got up at nine o'clock every morning, she had already gone to work, which could be seen from the fact that there was no movement in her room and the door was tightly closed. When I went out to set up my stall at four or five o'clock in the evening, she still hadn't come back from work. And when I got home after closing up my stall, it was already past midnight, and she was already fast asleep. They say proximity breeds convenience, and I..." I admit I can see the moon every day, but to actually possess it is harder than climbing to heaven.

Although she moved in next to me, nothing changed. I still don't know her name, and she doesn't know mine. We don't even know each other's phone numbers. We've never truly met, yet we live under the same roof, aware of each other's existence. It's unbelievable that two people like this have become neighbors so inexplicably.

For the past few days, I've been thinking that she must have recognized me that day. Otherwise, why would she quicken her pace every time she passes my stall? I've carefully observed her surroundings; there's no one chasing her, nothing that would make her anxious, except for me, sitting in the alley, the one who once embarrassed her. Several times I've thought about her passing by... I tried to stop her at my stall so we could have a proper talk, but we missed each other for various reasons.

Half a month has passed, and even though we live just a wall apart, we haven't seen each other once. Even on weekends, when I deliberately waited for her at home, I didn't see her. It seems she only took one day off on the weekend when she moved; the rest of the weekends, she was busy like me.

What should I do? I rushed out of bed at nine, ate breakfast, and sat on the balcony thinking of a solution. Should I intercept her at the door where she gets up to go to work in the morning? No, it's past seven in the morning; I've only slept for six hours, I can't get up. Should I stop her when she passes by my stall in the evening? That won't work either. Based on the past month, if I stop her, I might get slapped, and I don't have masochistic tendencies.

"How despicable! Knowing there's no chance, knowing it's all wishful thinking, yet I can't resist the urge, like a bug drawn to a flame. Hmm... maybe there's a bug over there too, but at least she's female." I slapped myself angrily. "How could I compare her to a bug? Such a pure and beautiful girl, so timid and weak. If she weren't forced by circumstances, how could she become someone's mistress? If she truly consented, that would be one thing, but the key is that she moved to this place where the poor live. What does that mean? It's self-evident."

I continued racking my brains for ways to approach her. Sigh, if only I had her phone number! I could call her. If there were things I couldn't say over the phone, I could text her. That way, we could exchange messages, maybe that would smooth things over from that day."

Not only could I win back this old customer, but I might even develop feelings for her over time. And if feelings did develop, with our rooms so close together, wouldn't it be easy to take things further? Then I'd truly be the envy of others, the one who, as the ancients said, had the advantage of being close to the water tower and thus

the first to get the moon. Thinking about this, my hormones started surging, making my mind wander, and drool dripped from my mouth. Desire is indeed the driving force behind human actions. With this in mind, I began my plan. I took out my notebook, flipped to the last page, and forcefully tore it out. For my important matter, it had to make sacrifices. I took out a pen and wrote: "I'm sorry, I was too impulsive that day. I apologize." [Line break, colon 159xxxxxxxx, semicolon, line break again, colon, question mark, period.] [Line break again, signature: Your neighbor.]

After finishing, I carefully checked it to make sure there were no mistakes, then I climbed over the railing and slipped it under the door. After everything was done, I still couldn't shake the worry and peeked through the crack in the door again to see if the paper was still inside,

or if it had been blown away by the wind. Once I was sure the wind wasn't that strong, I relaxed and let my life resume its normal routine. All evening, I sat in front of my stall, filled with anticipation, hoping she would call or text. But by the time I packed up, I hadn't received a message or a call from her. I could only comfort myself with the excuse that she was embarrassed; anyone would avoid seeing their embarrassing moments, let alone such a shy girl.

I opened the door, and the wind outside was quite strong. As soon as I opened it, I felt its force rushing towards me—so refreshing, so comfortable! The restlessness in my heart instantly vanished. The wind whistled, and the piece of paper pressed against the door fluttered loudly. When did this piece of paper appear here? A question flashed through my mind. And where did this stone come from? There had never been any stones on my balcony before.

I picked up the paper and looked at it, feeling both surprised and disappointed. I was delighted that this was the very piece of paper I had slipped under her door; disappointed, however, she hadn't left a phone number on it, only four words: "It's okay."

Sitting on the balcony, the wind chilling me to the bone, the drowsiness that usually comes at this time of day was nowhere to be seen. Knowing she slept right next door, separated only by the railing, I was helpless. I couldn't possibly knock on her door in the middle of the night and ask for her phone number; she'd think I was crazy.

But if she wouldn't give me her number, why leave the paper here? And why weigh it down with a stone? She didn't just slip it into my room; clearly, she hadn't climbed over the railing like I had into her territory. This stone must have been something she found somewhere, used to weigh the paper down, so she definitely knew I would see it. Since she went to the trouble of picking up a stone, why not just leave a phone number on it? Wouldn't that have been easier and less strenuous? I couldn't figure it out.

Was she shy and embarrassed to give me her phone number directly? Or did she enjoy playing word games? I wasn't sure, but I was unwilling to give up so easily. I took out my pen and added a question mark two lines after her reply, along with a frantic QQ emoticon. Although it wasn't very accurate, I thought someone as smart as her would understand what I meant. That's just my personality; if I like someone, I assume she must be intelligent.

I chuckled to myself; this was the beginning of our correspondence. But I never expected my burning passion and the promising start to turn out to be met with such lukewarm response. I could only console myself that at least she responded and wrote four words—a good start indeed.

I used a stone to press the paper against her balcony door, making sure she would see it when she woke up the next morning. Late at night, I couldn't climb over the fence to slip the note under her door; that would easily lead to misunderstandings, and I'm not a daring person. It was better to avoid such a misunderstanding.

Fourth, the neighbor's beautiful figure

—habits are a powerful force; they can elevate you to great heights or plunge you into the abyss. Unconsciously, they can create a kind of obsession with things you originally disliked or didn't care about. Like how seeing that beautiful figure every day became a habit, and if I didn't see her at that time, I would start to worry inexplicably.

The note had vanished, and she hadn't appeared at that fixed time for several days in a row. This was very distressing because 8 PM to midnight was my busiest time for business, and this inexplicable anxiety was making my customers uneasy, affecting my business, my income, and, more importantly, my future life.

I decided to close up shop early and confess to her. Whether it worked out or not, I didn't want to continue this torment. I sighed and began packing my things.

"Xiao Tao, what's wrong? Who owes you money again? You're such a big man, always looking so weak. Oh... I see. Hmm, are you too tired during the day? Young people need to take care of their health, haha."

Hearing that familiar voice, I gave her a disgruntled look. It was a sexy and alluring woman, my business neighbor, the young owner of a cosmetics shop, named Wei Xiaofu. It's been almost a year since I started my stall here, and her shop was under renovation. She's a year older than me. I heard she used to be a rebellious girl who was attracted to some hoodlums and dropped out of school to secretly get married. She's a very strong woman.

"Hey Xiao Fu, aren't you afraid of attracting attention dressed so sexily? Hmm... when Guang Ge gets back, he'll tear you to pieces!"

"Hehe, him? I'll make him pee his pants." Wei Xiao Fu said, then suddenly her eyes widened, and a look of disdain flashed across her alluring face, which was flushed with shyness. "I was blind to marry this guy. Otherwise, with my abilities, I could easily snag a millionaire husband! Why would I be stuck in this godforsaken place!"

To be honest, Xiao Fu was beautiful, and what she said wasn't too exaggerated, but she had a somewhat domineering personality. Then again, if she didn't have this personality, she wouldn't have secretly dropped out of school and married a man five years older than her. Watching her sway her hips as she slowly walked down the steps, her serpentine body, her long, slender white thighs tucked into briefs like a triangle of underwear, and her pink bra trembling beneath her white gauze top... I couldn't bear to look anymore. I knew what expression was on her seductive face—blatant flirting! And this wasn't the first time.

"Um, Sister Xiaofu, I... I have to go back." Feeling the fragrance so close, and looking down at those glistening, jade-like little feet, I pretended to pack my things, but inside I was filled with envy, jealousy, and hatred. Truly, a well-fed woman doesn't know the hunger of a starving man. Doesn't she know I'm still a virgin? If she teases me like this, I might turn into a moonlit pervert. Of course, that's just a thought. If I were blinded by her appearance and tried to grope her, I'd be in big trouble. Speaking of which, although Brother Guang isn't a great guy, he still has some prestige among the thugs in this area. It's said he's recently... "I've seen those thugs who get their limbs broken and still come crawling back to apologize more than once..." It's only a little past eight, what's the rush? Look at you, do you think I'm going to eat you up?" She started helping me pack up. Just as I stood on tiptoe to dismantle the chandelier bracket, that thing peeking out from under me, making me extremely embarrassed, suddenly touched something soft. Summer pants are thin, and well, the result was obvious. All the blood in my body rushed to my head at 180 miles per hour. I could even feel the grotesque expression on my face.

That soft, slightly wet and warm feeling—how could a 22-year-old virgin like me, theoretically a master but practically a piece of shit, possibly handle it? A quote from a great man suddenly popped into my mind: "Practice is indeed the sole criterion for testing truth." So true! I was moved to tears. From then on, I was no longer that little chicken who chatted fluently with my roommates in front of porn, yet swallowed hard when watching others with their girlfriends.

Looking at the woman below, equally frozen, bent over with her slender waist and pert buttocks, shutting down my computer, I even arched my back twice, letting that damned thing below enjoy its last moments of tenderness. Wei Xiaofu's body trembled violently, and the mouse fell to the ground with a thud, like a bomb exploding in my brain. The boiling beastly blood temporarily cooled to freezing point, and reason returned. I realized that I had made a mistake that even great men might make; sometimes, power doesn't grow out of the barrel of a gun.

"What to do?" I instantly jumped three feet away, my once fair face turning as red as a chicken liver. Looking at the snow-white thighs a meter away, the white hot pants tightly wrapped around her pert, round buttocks, those hot pants were really too small. When standing, it wasn't noticeable, but when squatting or sticking out, a third of her buttocks were exposed. Thinking that I had just enjoyed a moment between those snow-white, slippery thighs, a wave of fear suddenly rose in my heart.

Some women are untouchable, while others are the opposite—untouchable. If you get handsy because she seduces you a couple of times, then kid, you're in trouble. Wei Xiaofu is a typical example of the latter, and a prime example. My mind was in turmoil. We've known each other for almost a year, and although this young woman has teased me quite a bit, it's just teasing. At most, I'd fantasize about her beautiful, voluptuous body in my own little room and masturbate a few times to satisfy my cravings. I've never had any contact like this before, especially not the most intimate contact between a bald guy and a young girl. Even though there were two layers of covering, summer clothes are so thin, what's the difference between that and direct contact?

I stood silently in place, waiting for the little female leopard in front of me to unleash her fury. I was a little uneasy. What would she do? Would she turn around and scold me, slap me, or tell Brother Guang? Thinking of Brother Guang, I felt a pang of guilt. He was a bit frivolous, but he always took good care of me. It really felt wrong of me to flirt with someone else's wife like that. Although it was unintentional, if it were me, could I forgive my wife for having sex with someone else?

Sister Xiaofu finally turned around. To my surprise, there was no storm of anger as I had imagined. Instead, her face was flushed, and her small, soft, white fingers stroked a long strand of her hair. Seeing my flustered state, she suddenly chuckled, walked over with cat-like steps, and whispered in my ear, "Hehe... little virgin, you're very naughty!"

Hearing her teasing and mocking words, I felt hurt, deeply hurt, and even forgot what I had just done. After stammering for a long time, I managed to say, "I'm not, I haven't been for many years."

"Tch, look at how nervous you are, so pathetic. Where did your courage go?"

"I... I didn't mean it, Sister Xiaofu, I really didn't mean it, I swear to God."

"If you did it on purpose, I'll cut it off today. Look at you, so big, aren't you ashamed?" Wei Xiaofu glanced at my crotch and chuckled. "Your brother Guang isn't here these days, um, I got some men's skincare products. Seeing how busy you are, come to my place and get a few bottles sometime."

Watching her sexy, voluptuous figure swaying and twirling as she walked up the platform, an extremely wicked desire suddenly arose in my heart. Thinking about what I was going to do tonight, I slapped myself angrily. "You're such a bastard, you haven't even gotten what's in your bowl yet and you're already thinking about what's in the pot. Aren't you afraid of choking?"

I tidied up the things and put them in the small warehouse not far away. I rode my electric scooter back quickly. The journey was short, just one street away, and I was back in my rented room in five minutes.

I glanced upstairs and saw that the light was off in my dream girl's room. A sense of unease crept in. Picking up the small dessert I was carrying, I headed upstairs. I often saw her buying these kinds of snacks from the dessert shop across the street, hoping to ease the tension when we met.

I didn't turn on the light either, hoping to surprise her. I quietly looked out the window at the floor below. It was almost nine o'clock, but I still hadn't seen that beautiful figure. Time ticked by, and my anxious heart began to race. What should I say to her? Should I apologize and ask for her forgiveness? But the note from a few days ago showed she had already forgiven me! I couldn't very well say, "I like you," could I? Even though we'd been living under the same roof for over a month, I still didn't even know her name.

"Why hasn't she come back yet? That shouldn't be! I sacrificed a whole night's profit for her. I have no other requests, I just want to know her name, or maybe get her phone number. If possible, I want to express my feelings for her... That's all. Is God not even going to give me this chance?" Just as I was lost in thought, a soft creaking sound rang in my ears. Gradually, the creaking sound grew louder and louder, even accompanied by a series of thuds against the wall.

"What a fucking inconsiderate couple! Don't they know how to be considerate of a lonely single guy's heart?" I glanced disdainfully at the couple in the next room, cursing them inwardly for making my blood boil. "Shouting so loudly, aren't they afraid of being heard? I wonder how many years it's been since they've tasted meat."

V. An Unexpected Discovery

While muttering curses about the couple's child being born without an anus, I craned my neck towards the downstairs door, hoping to see that figure appear in my sight. Finally, when I couldn't bear the torment any longer, the door slowly opened. My heart leaped—a mix of anxiety, excitement, and trepidation. What should I do? Pretend to go downstairs and bump into her in the hallway? I was still waiting on the balcony, or... when the figure walked in, my mouth dropped open, and I stood there dumbfounded. "What... what's going on? My God, this woman is too bold!"

The person who walked in through the door was an acquaintance, but not the graceful and beautiful figure I had hoped for. Instead, it was a burly young man, dark-skinned and strong, a typical Shandong man, somewhat straightforward—that was our assessment of him after six months of knowing him. The

dark-skinned guy was named Wang Bo. He wasn't very educated, but he was quite lucky, having married a beautiful woman, the kind from a modest family. I only knew her name was Liu Xuan; I hadn't really looked at her closely. Every time she saw me, she would quickly walk away, a little embarrassed. I never imagined such a petite woman would do something like this—cheating on her husband.

But even if you're going to cheat, you should at least go to a hotel! She just boldly brought him home, not even knowing how to be discreet when a man is home. She was deliberately trying to infuriate Wang Bo! Poor kid! Watching the two figures cast on the curtains by the light in the next room, and listening to the increasingly intense creaking sounds, I quickly dialed 110 on my phone. If there's any bloodshed, I'll call immediately. I know Wang Bo's personality; if he sees his wife having sex with someone else in bed, the consequences… Wang Bo went upstairs. I took a deep breath, pressed my thumb on the blue call button, and nervously watched the situation across the way. Wang Bo pushed open the security door and went inside. My heart jumped. One minute, two minutes… ten minutes… nothing unusual happened. The creaking and moaning continued.

"Could they be having a threesome? Or… it's not them at all…" My heart suddenly clenched, my fists clenched, a faint fear creeping in. I dared not think any further. "No, it must be them, it has to be!"

"Brother-in-law, I'm going back now, the school's closing…" The small iron gate opened, and a clean-cut young man walked out of the house.

"Xiao Tian, let your brother-in-law take you home, it's so late." A young woman in jeans and a white t-shirt stepped out, her slightly disheveled hair exuding a unique beauty of a well-behaved young woman. A maternal glow shone on her pretty face, making her even more stunning. Wang Bo grinned foolishly... "No! This isn't the story I imagined, how could it be like this..." A heavy stone suddenly weighed on my heart, like a mountain, making it hard to breathe. My phone creaked in my hand, as if it would fall apart at any moment. I walked dejectedly back to the bed, shakily pulled out a cigarette, and lit it. The white smoke reflected on my pale face... My mind seemed to freeze, blank. I dared not think, did not want to think. It was too obvious; I only had two neighbors. If it wasn't this side, it must be the other side. Was it really? My heart was clenching, bleeding. That girl, as ethereal as a wisp of smoke, was always so elegant, like a goddess high above, untouched by worldly concerns. Her beautiful, slightly childlike face held a pair of eyes as clear as autumn water, always seeming to hold endless stories. Every move, every smile, captivated me. I knew it was impossible, but I still fell for her like a moth to a flame.

The creaking and groaning beside me grew louder, even the intermittent moans became continuous, along with the thuds of the bed hitting the walls. My disappointment turned into anger, and anger then transformed into lust. The thought of her snow-white, beautiful body being pinned down by some man, coupled with Xiao Fu's teasing not long ago, made my penis incredibly erect. "Fuck me if you want, but why the lewd moaning!"

A wicked thought filled my lower abdomen with heat. Suddenly, I felt a burning sensation in my nose. I touched it and found it was bleeding. I hurriedly wiped it, stuffed some toilet paper in my mouth, and rushed to the mess of small trinkets I had brought in. A two-foot-long cardboard box appeared in my hand. "Sound Collector," the five large characters on the box made my heart race. This thing had been in stock for a long time but hadn't sold, so I had piled it up with other unsold items in a corner. I never expected... Now it's coming in handy, I hope that boss wasn't just bragging.

I never imagined I could act so quickly. In less than two minutes, more than a dozen suction cup-like things were stuck to the wall, and wires were connected to a small square box on the table. I put on the headphones, hesitated for a moment, and then pressed the beige button with trembling hands... "Ah... you bastard... sob... I've already broken up with you, why are you still coming to me? Sob... be gentle... ah... it's too deep, you bastard, you pervert... oh... you're hurting me, ah... what's wrong with me, sob..." The girl's sobbing and moaning were clearly transmitted to my ears through the headphones, accompanied by the man's low growls, creaking sounds, and slapping sounds. An image of a beautiful woman being ravaged gradually formed in my mind, and the thick, hard penis pressed against the white, corncob-like penis beneath her.

"Damn it... oh... so fucking tight, so good, so good, you bitch, you just want to break up like that... you've been eating and drinking my food for so long, um... oh... and you won't even let me fuck you, I thought you were some kind of virtuous woman, damn it, turns out even your cunt isn't original, you're just a slut, a piece of trash, ah... so good, tighter than a virgin, oh... if I hadn't drugged you today, I really don't know how long I would have been kept in the dark..." "

A surge of anger rose within me. This bastard, how dare he defile my goddess like this! You're the real piece of trash, daring to drug me! I took off my headphones, jumped up, and was about to walk towards the balcony, but after a couple of steps I stopped, deflated. What right do I have to go? That guy is at least the girl's ex-boyfriend, and what about me? I don't even know the girl's name. Even if I beat him up, if the girl finds out I saw her doing something shameful, she'll probably move out in a couple of days.

"Ah... bastard... Waaah... Li Yi, you... you... ah... you actually drugged me, oh... you're such a bastard, ah ah... I left you 50,000 yuan when I left, and we're even, ah oh... why do you say I ate your food and drank your water, ah... what are you going to do, oh... don't do this, ah... your legs hurt so much, ah... you pervert, what are you going to do, ah... my back is going to break, God, you're so shameless, ah... bastard, don't do this..." "

Hehe... I have enough money, but how am I going to repay my broken heart? Oh... I'll repay it with your slutty body! What do you want me to do? Heh... I'll fuck your cunt, damn it, you really are a natural-born bitch, no wonder you studied dance, you can even do such lewd poses. I've only ever seen the 'Hoeing the Fields at Noon' pose in porn, I didn't expect you to be able to do it. I really regret not fucking you sooner, damn it, open your mouth and lick my cock."

"Li Yi, don't do this, ah...it hurts so much, waah...lie down and I'll get it out for you, okay? My neck is so sore, waah...wipe it, it's dirty, ah, waah..." With a low growl from the man, all I could hear was the girl's sobbing. My heart was filled with both pain and excitement. "Hoeing the fields at noon," this Li Yi is a real bastard, actually making the girl do such an extremely shameful thing. How could I, who am familiar with Japanese adult films, not know this?

Gradually, the half-naked photo of the girl I saw on the computer that day appeared in my mind, imagining her shy smile, her graceful body... The light gauze was removed, revealing her round, beautiful buttocks and high, firm breasts. I grabbed her two white, alabaster ankles and pressed them forcefully against my shoulders until her buttocks were raised high, her pink back lifted off the sheets, her entire body supported only by her chiseled, jade-like shoulders… Her secret place, barely covered by a white thong, pressed against my nose. The semi-transparent thread, less than the thickness of my little finger, was deeply embedded between her two plump mounds, outlining the snow-white buns that were so tempting and sinful… I could no longer resist, and I thrust my erect penis hard into her sexy little mouth. The pleasure and the moans were so intoxicating.

“So comfortable, so good… Oh, damn it, you still complain about being dirty? Every time I shoot, it’s in your mouth, ah… Yes, like that, um… Lick it carefully, ah… I never realized you were such a good blowjob.” The lewd male voice pulled me back from my fantasy, and I realized that I was still enjoying my own five-fingered penis. “Um!” "Aww...you really want me to come out that badly? Ah...I can't take it, Ye Xiaoyi, with a body like yours, it's a shame you're not a prostitute. Such a beautiful, tender pussy, it's hard to believe you're really twenty-one. You look like fifteen or sixteen. Those beautiful legs...when I watched you dance ballet in college, I wanted to pin you down on the table and fuck you hard. Today, I finally got my wish." "

Six, Passion in the Small Abode"

My body trembled, and the pain in my heart came like a torrential rain. No matter what, I had gained something today. So her name is Ye Xiaoyi, such a beautiful name, as beautiful as she is. My heart was conflicted. Should I stop this man's violence? Ever since I learned that the girl wasn't willing and was even very resistant, my heart started to stir again.

"Sigh! Anyway, I've already been with this bastard. What's the point of stopping him now? Besides, what am I to him now? What reason do I have to stop him?" "My evil nature gave me a reason that wasn't a reason," Waaah... I'm not, ah... Waaah... Bastard, don't go in so deep, um... My throat's going to burst, don't lick there anymore, ah... It's dirty... Ah oh... It's so itchy, so numb, God, ah ah... You bad guy, I'm going to die, ah... I'm dying... Ah ah... I can't take it anymore, you bad guy, don't torture me anymore."

"You slut, you can't take it already? Hehe, I didn't waste my 300+ yuan on medicine, ah oh... So good, but I haven't enjoyed your little mouth enough yet, um... Beg me, beg me to fuck you, damn it, your cunt is so wet."

"Don't do this, waaah... Li Yi, for the sake of our year-long relationship, please let me go, ah ah... Oh... Waaah... I can't say it."

A slap rang out, I could imagine that snow-white buttocks trembling up and down as it was slapped, "You still know we've been together for a year?" "You slut, if you had any feelings for me, you wouldn't have left me... Today I'm going to see just how wanton you are, you high and mighty saint! Hehe! I'll find a way to make you beg me to fuck you."

"Ah... what is that thing? Waaah... no, it hurts so much, ahh... no, oh my god, it feels so good, ah... don't touch me there, oh ah... you're such a bastard, ahh... Li Yi, give it to me, waaah...! I want it, I can't take it anymore." A buzzing sound rang out. Although I had never seen the real thing, I knew what it was. It should be the legendary must-have for lonely women, a vibrator. I vigorously stroked my penis, imagining myself becoming that plastic product that I envied so much.

“Yes, hehe, what do you want? Tell me, what do you want?”

“I want your thing, ahh…! Just like before, wuwu… you bad guy… ah… I want your cock, ahh… I want your cock to fuck me, wuwu… you bad guy… use your big cock to fuck my little sister…”

“Wrong, did I say that? Hmm… I’ll give you one more chance.”

“Ah… no… you big pervert, you big lecher, ahh… use your big… oh… big… big dick, fuck me, ah oh… fuck my little pussy, fuck my slutty pussy, ah… faster, wuwu… fuck me.”

“That’s more like it, you little bitch, don’t move, just like this, hmm… see your slutty pussy, ha… your slutty juices are flowing like a river, hmm… watch, see how your slutty pussy gets fucked by my big cock, rub my balls, hmm… oh… like this, ah oh… so hot, so tight, see, you slut, ah… it’s in.”

"You bad boy, such an embarrassing position, oh... faster, ah... move... ah oh, so full, so comfortable, move faster... um, harder, harder ah ah... fuck me, ah oh... so good..."

Listening to that extremely lewd moaning and panting, imagining the girl's delicate and beautiful body being arranged in such a lewd position, her tender honey hole being slowly penetrated by a thick cock, I masturbated faster and faster, my eyes red as I stared at the wall, wishing I could pass through it, the slapping sound like drumsticks hitting my chest, that stuffy, swollen and stimulating feeling made my body hotter and hotter, my cock harder and harder.

"Ah...so good, so exciting, ahh...you big bad guy, today I finally got what you wanted, ahh...harder, waaa, ah...what are you doing, ahh...don't do this, waaa...you bad guy, waaa...we'll be seen." The two had been manipulating her for who knows how long. With the girl's terrified screams and the sound of chairs colliding, I heard footsteps approaching the balcony.

"Damn it, you're afraid of being seen, yet you're screaming so loudly. Look at your little cunt, it's overflowing with juice, and you're still pretending to be a saint. Let's see what you're like today..."

"This bastard, is he going to force Xiaoyi to the balcony? Even though this balcony is in a blind spot, there are still a few households that can see it." I hurriedly took off my headphones and ran to the window, already determined that if this bastard dared to take her to the balcony, no matter the consequences, I would give him a good beating.

My balcony was separated from the opposite balcony by only a half-meter-wide railing. Through the window, I could clearly see what was happening there. Thankfully, my fears hadn't come true; there wasn't a soul on the balcony. Just as I breathed a sigh of relief, a sound came from the opposite window about three meters away, accompanied by pleading moans. The heavy curtains were suddenly pulled open. It turned out the girl's room wasn't without a light, just dim and blocked by the thick curtains.

"Damn..." The moment the scene inside came into view in the dim light, my mind went blank, all the blood rushed to my head, and I swayed, almost fainting. Although the light was dim, I was too close; three meters was enough for me to see every detail clearly.

The beautiful girl in my heart, Ye Xiaoyi, was carried to the window in an incredibly shameful position. Her long, shapely legs were gripped by two large, rough hands, forcefully spread open and pressed against her thin shoulders. Her slender calves trembled weakly. Below her smooth abdomen, between her beautiful legs, a few strands of black hair revealed two snow-white, tender, plump mons pubis, looking so utterly lewd under the light.

Her long, wet bangs fell across her forehead, her beautiful eyes were half-open, her eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and her small nostrils twitched incessantly. Her pretty face was flushed, no longer displaying her usual coldness. Her long,

black hair fell loosely over her chest, and her breasts were so large that they swayed, tempting my virgin heart. It was the first time I had truly seen a woman's naked body, and the excitement completely overwhelmed the bitterness in my heart.

He quickly stuffed two crumpled pieces of paper into his nostrils, which were throbbing with renewed heat, and stared intently at Xiaoyi's slightly swollen vulva. Suddenly, a long, black penis shot out from her snow-white secret place, trembling and shaking in the air, accompanied by a swaying mass of black testicles, making it seem as if she had suddenly grown a man's member.

Only then did I notice the man behind her. I could only see his thick arms and hairy thighs; his face was obscured by Ye Xiaoyi, so I couldn't see his features. "Judging from his voice, he should be a college student," I thought.

"You bad guy, waah... not here, someone will see, oh... good brother, please go inside, I'll do whatever you want with me." Ye Xiaoyi wrapped her beautiful arms around the man's back, her cherry lips slightly parted, speaking shyly.

"No, hehe, you're excited too!" " Hmm, I haven't even fucked you yet, and your cunt is already dripping wet. Are you excited, you little slut? If you want it, come and get it yourself." The man suddenly released his hands, leering as he grabbed at her large, firm breasts.

"Ah...you bad boy!" Without the man's support, Ye Xiaoyi's body sank downwards, her small, round feet frantically landing on the windowsill. She said coquettishly, "I didn't, ah...I didn't want it. It's all your fault, drugging me, you pervert! I, I'm going to sue you, sue you for rape, oh..." "Go ahead and sue, hehe, everyone in the school knows you and I are a couple. Let's see who believes I raped you." As he spoke, he vigorously kneaded her large breasts, squeezing out the snow-white flesh between his fingers, deforming it constantly in his large hands. "Tell me, besides me, has anyone touched your breasts lately? Damn, they're getting bigger and bigger." "You bastard, who's your boyfriend? Oh... that feels good, you big pervert, you've ruined me today." Xiao Yi moaned, letting go of the hand that was wrapped around the man's neck and touching the dark glans between her legs, twisting her slender waist and beautiful buttocks to rub against the long shaft.

"I'm asking you a question, has anyone touched your breasts lately? I heard your manager has a thing for you, um... that feels good, so beautiful, ah... tell me, has he done it to you?" "No... ah... what are you doing? Come in, I'm so itchy." "Tell the truth, or else, um... you'll have to take care of it yourself!" "Waaah... I wasn't touched by him, ahh... really, waaah... give it to me, ahh... he just touched my breasts... um... you bastard, give it to me, ahh... it's so itchy, and I licked his cock in the office, but I was forced, waaah... that's all, really nothing else, ahh..." Looking at the pure and pretty girl in front of me, naked and beautiful, her legs spread wide apart, standing on the balcony, eagerly taking the long black cock in my hand into her overflowing honey hole, I didn't know how to release the burning desire in my heart, I could only masturbate my hard cock again and again.

"Ahhh... you're such a slut, damn it, you even eat such an old cock, and you call yourself the school beauty, a pure and innocent girl, you motherfucker, I'm the undisputed cuckold of the school now, if I don't drug you and fuck you today, I'll have to wear this hat for the rest of my life, um, fuck you to death, you slut, so good..." The man's thrusts grew faster and faster, his black penis sliding in and out of her moist, honeyed hole, making her two snow-white labia flip up and down with a squelching sound.

"No, ahh... I, sob... I was just forced... ahh... so good, sob... harder, ahh... so comfortable, ahh... I'm coming, I'm coming." Ye Xiaoyi violently shook her slender waist and beautiful buttocks, frantically rotating around his penis. Suddenly, her delicate face tilted back, her pink neck stretched out, and with a long moan, her sweat-covered body began to tremble uncontrollably.

"Ah...why is it so tight, oh...it can even move, so hot, ahh...you slut, this...ah oh...I'm going to cum."

VII. The teasing

seemed to stop, all sensations frozen in this moment.

I stood by the window, staring blankly at her moaning cherry lips, her tear-streaked pretty face, unsure whether it was pleasure or pain. Her slender, white arms tightly encircled the man's neck behind her, her long, rounded thighs tensed, her pearly toes digging into the window frame, trembling incessantly.

A pinkish flush covered her snow-white skin, her flat abdomen slightly bulging, and beneath a few wisps of dark hair on the inside of her thighs, two plump, snow-white mounds tightly enveloped that long, black penis. With the constantly contracting black scrotum below, her entire body trembled.

"So hot... ah... ooh... so good... ah... I'm coming again, oh..." Listening to her passionate moans, and looking at their filthy union, I imagined that person becoming myself, and my penis thrusting into her beautiful hole, ejaculating life essence again and again. With a deep, muffled roar, the semen gushed out in an arc... Imagination is wonderful, but reality is cruel. Both are essence, but mine can only shoot onto the wall, helplessly flowing down the wall, while his can shoot into the honey hole of a beautiful woman, and the beautiful woman I've longed for... Looking at that slowly limp penis, and the semen and vaginal fluid gushing out from the swollen, red, and unable-to-close vagina, for the first time I began to feel that I couldn't go on like this.

I silently walked to the bedside, lit a cheap cigarette, and didn't even notice when I put my earphones back in. A long while later, with a slam of the door, I heard sobbing in my ears, growing louder and louder. Thinking of that frail figure curled up on the bed, my heart ached. I really wanted to hold her in my arms.

Could I blame her? A girl, living alone in this city, already faces far more difficulties and temptations than a man. It's already commendable that she could hold onto her principles, especially since that scumbag drugged her… and her manager too. I wanted to tear them both apart. She's just a student who hasn't even graduated yet.

I woke up at eight in the morning. That's just how I am; if something is on my mind, it affects my sleep. Back in college, I tried using self-control to wake up at a certain time, and it worked very well. Of course, back then my body was in its prime. From high school all the way to university, I got up early every day for morning runs and did push-ups every night, which made my body incredibly strong and gave me a lot of self-discipline.

Now, a year after graduating from university, my former good health and habits are gone, and naturally, that strong self-discipline is nowhere to be found. I never imagined that entering the workforce would lead to a different kind of laziness. Even though I got up much earlier than usual, she had already locked her door and left for work. Looking at

the closed door across the hall, I suddenly felt empty inside, as if I had lost something. Hope is like that; it gives you beautiful fantasies before you see them, but once you see the reality and it falls short, disappointment sets in. Perhaps sometimes, we really should approach life with a calm and ordinary mindset, so that we won't have the hopeful anticipation and the heart-wrenching disappointment. Sitting on the balcony, basking in the morning sun and feeling the breeze, I stretched out my arms as if to embrace myself, allowing my emotions to relax. Everything from last night seemed like a dream; let it be a dream.

A few minutes later, my mood calmed down, but my thoughts began to wander, starting to speculate and overthink. Does she have feelings for me? She probably does, otherwise why would she smile at me every time she passes my stall? But why doesn't she give me her phone number? She doesn't even say her name.

After agonizing over it for a while without coming up with anything, I gave up. I've never liked to dwell on things. I rode my electric scooter to my rented storage room and started sorting things out, returning what needed to be returned, and dealing with what needed to be dealt with. Everything that happened last night served as a wake-up call. I could make a living with this little stall, but getting rich would be extremely difficult, especially when it came to pursuing women. If they saw my job, they'd definitely give up immediately. I didn't want to be a poor loser living off fantasies and masturbation.

"Hey, the sun must have risen in the west today, Xiao Tao, what are you busy with?" A soft voice rang in my ears. I didn't even need to turn around to know who it was. I was huffing and puffing as I put a bunch of things into a cardboard box, scratching my messy hair as I turned around.

A little embarrassed, remembering that romantic scene from yesterday, my face flushed red. For some reason, I felt that Sister Xiao Fu looked especially beautiful today. How come I never noticed before? Her petite figure, standing at 1.65 meters, was voluptuous yet not bulky. The few meager pieces of fabric clinging to her body perfectly outlined her smooth, jade-like beauty: her delicate shoulders, her sexy thighs, and the glimpse of alabaster-white belly peeking out from her navel. The sight made my heart flutter.

Especially when I saw the small mound of her white, hip-length shorts at the base of her thighs, a faint indentation appearing with each step, my limp member instantly sprang to life, as if yearning to relive the warmth and wetness of the previous night.

"Tsk tsk… such a grown man, and you're covered in so much sweat. Come on, let me wipe you down." Sister Xiao Fu, as if forgetting everything that had happened yesterday, chuckled as she entered my cramped, less than five-square-meter storage room, pulling a pale purple handkerchief from her bag to wipe my sweat-soaked forehead.

Looking down from above, the warehouse was dimly lit. Beneath Xiao Fu's short, light red hair, her round, chubby face, radiating both joy and anger, and her alluring, captivating eyes, shimmered like water. She wasn't conventionally beautiful, but she possessed a captivating charm, especially with the unique allure of a young woman. This made me, an inexperienced youth, feel my mouth go dry. A

handkerchief brushed past, leaving a faint, delicate fragrance—fragrant but not cloying; this was probably the scent of a young woman. The room was already stuffy, and my heart began to stir. Less than a foot apart, an intimate atmosphere filled the air between us. I stared intently at her half-exposed, full breasts, swallowing hard. "Um, Xiao Fu, the moon is so round today…" "Hehe, it's not just the moon that's round! You brat, what are you looking at? Trying to take advantage of me? Aren't you afraid I'll castrate you?" Xiao Fu stretched out her chubby little hand… She gestured with her hand, making a cleaver-like motion as if cutting downwards. "Huh, this is... Oh, you little pervert, daring to take advantage of your older sister." I can't remember what Sister Xiaofu scolded me about next, I only know that my erect penis was grasped by a soft little hand. Even through two layers of thin shorts, I felt an unbearable pleasure, the fleshy, warm feeling instantly made me dizzy. In less than 24 hours, I had experienced two waves of pleasure from the same woman. As a 22-year-old young man, how could I possibly endure this?

I took Xiao Fu's pink little fist, which she pretended to hit me with, in my hand, wrapped my arms around her slender, fleshy waist, and pressed her against the computer desk. I then slammed the storage room door shut, plunging the small storage room into darkness. Xiao Fu seemed startled by my sudden movement, remaining motionless in my arms. I didn't make any other moves either. It wasn't that I didn't want to move, but I didn't know what to do next, and I was also afraid she would slap me. I simply quietly felt her full breasts pressed against my chest, and the smooth skin on

her thighs. The pounding of my heart was so clear in the small storage room; I felt like my heart was about to jump out of my throat. Perhaps it was a second, perhaps an eternity. Xiao Fu's silence emboldened me. My fingers parted her thin gauze dress, roaming over her sweaty, smooth back. Her warm, moist breath pressed against my neck, growing more rapid with each caress.

"You little rascal, oh... I'm your sister, oh... are you trying to seduce a respectable young woman into having an affair?" A soft, seductive voice rang in my ears, and my heart trembled. Only then did I realize that the woman I was holding was indeed a respectable young woman. Although Sister Xiao Fu usually seemed a bit promiscuous, I knew that was just how others perceived her. At least I had never seen her being taken advantage of by a man.

But things had already come to this point, how could I possibly resist? My hand, already slipping through her hot pants and reaching for her ample buttocks, was slowly eroding my reason with its soft, smooth touch. Without a word, I breathed heavily, my hands kneading her buttocks. Amidst Xiao Fu's soft moans, I pulled her hot pants, along with her underwear, down to her knees.

"Oh...you little pervert, ah...what are you doing? You can't do this! Ahh...no, it hurts...oh...don't touch there, ah...oh..." Xiao Fu's soft moans sounded like celestial music to me now, stimulating my fragile virgin nerves. Under my intense stimulation, she couldn't help but moan softly and groan. Her nipples, already hard from the stimulation, rubbed against my chest through the thin fabric.

8. Unexpectedly,

while stroking her, I took off my shorts and pulled out my rock-hard penis. Then, with my other hand, I began to attack her already muddy honey hole. I extended my middle finger, parted her somewhat thick pubic hair, and clumsily separated her labia. I imitated the actions in AVs and pressed down on her clitoris. Due to the stimulation just now, Sister Xiaofu had secreted a lot of vaginal fluid. I then inserted my index finger into her vagina. I heard an "ah" sound, and as my finger moved in and out, she began to moan rhythmically.

"You bad boy, you little rascal, oh... how could you do this to me, ah... I'm your older sister, oh my god, how come your bird is so big, what woman can stand you in the future, ah... sob... where did you learn these shameful things, oh... good little brother, don't do this, ah... I can't betray Baldy." Sister Xiaofu pleaded in a low voice, her fleshy little hands grabbing my cock that was aimlessly poking around, "sob... if you keep doing this I really won't talk to you anymore, I do like it when I tease you, ah... but, oh... I really can't have sex with other people, at least not now." My fingers that were ravaging Sister Xiaofu's beautiful buttocks and honey hole slowly stopped, although I couldn't see her face, I could tell that she was telling the truth, "But, Sister Xiaofu, I, I feel like I'm going to suffocate, I, I'm also very sad, if you are "How wonderful my girlfriend is." Sister Xiaofu hugged my waist tightly. "Don't say that. Actually, I like you too. Otherwise, I wouldn't let you take advantage of me like this. Good brother, let me get you off." As she spoke, she gently slid down to my lower body. Although I couldn't see clearly, I could feel her soft little hands. One hand gently rubbed my scrotum, while the other palm pressed against my glans and rubbed back and forth. It felt so good. It was the first time in my life that I had experienced a woman's service. The feeling of pleasure made me take a deep breath. "It's the same hand, but why doesn't mine feel this good?" Just as I was enjoying the pleasure without knowing why, the little hand on my glans suddenly disappeared. I almost couldn't help but go crazy. Just as I was about to urge Sister Xiaofu, a wet and warm soft thing swept across my urethra. The intense stimulation made my scalp tingle, and I felt my body go limp. The huge difference in sensation almost made me vomit blood.

"Is it comfortable, Xiao Tao? I rarely do this to anyone, you're lucky today." "Mmm, comfortable, oh...it's so comfortable, Sister Xiao Fu, ah...I love you so much." I quickly replied. How could it not be comfortable? I've seen pigs walk even if I haven't eaten pork, right? The scene I'd fantasized about countless times was now happening to me. That soft yet powerful tongue swirling around my glans, that warm, moist mouth—as a virgin, I really couldn't describe the wonderful feeling.

The only regret was that the room was too dark. I couldn't see the lovely young woman giving me oral sex. The light switch was right next to me, but I didn't dare turn it on. Although I didn't graduate from a prestigious university, I had dabbled in psychology. Darkness can awaken the evil in people's hearts. If I turned on the light, I was absolutely certain that Sister Xiao Fu would slap me across the face without hesitation.

"Waaah... Xiao Tao, how come your thing is so big? It's a bit scary. I don't know which woman can handle it. It's making me so uncomfortable." Sister Xiao Fu said softly as she released the glans.

"Hehe, it's genetic. My dad's is even bigger than mine. Why don't you try it, Sister Xiao Fu, and see if you can handle it?" I naturally knew that my size was large, and sometimes I was a little scared. If a woman couldn't handle my big penis, then my sexual happiness would be ruined.

"Pah, you dare to flirt with your sister, I'll bite you." Sister Xiaofu took my glans into her mouth again, her jaw tightening. The pain from my penis made me gasp. "See you, wuwu... you still, wuwu... dare... wuwu... don't dare." As Sister Xiaofu licked harder, my breathing became heavier and heavier. My penis felt like it was soaking in a hot spring. The smooth little tongue on my glans made my bones go numb. "Ah... Sister Xiaofu... I... I'm going to cum, ah ah..." "Ugh... oh... good... oh... little brother, cum in... wuwu... mouth, ah..." Sister Xiaofu sucked on my penis, making a slurping sound, and said indistinctly, "Sister... ah ah... is going to... is going to come too..." "Ah..." After a muffled roar, my body tensed up, and my penis thrust hard into the depths of Sister Xiaofu's throat. Streams of semen were squeezed out of my scrotum and sprayed into her little mouth.

"Cough cough...you bad boy, waah...how did you shoot so much, waah...oh...I'm going to climax too, ah..." With a "snap," the lightbox above my head suddenly lit up. I growled, and Little Sister Fu, who was moaning, suddenly froze on the spot, as if petrified. My left hand was on the lightbox switch, staring blankly at her a meter away. If I had to describe the feeling at this moment in one word, it would be "awesome," two words would be "awkward," and three words would be "it's going to kill me!"

The charming and lovely young woman's sexy legs were spread wide apart, half-squatting in front of me. Her white panties and shorts hung listlessly on her knees. One hand was holding my penis, and the other... Her hands were forcefully digging into her already overflowing, lustful vulva; her delicate, slightly chubby face, forehead, nose, and lips were covered in thick, white semen. Her slightly parted mouth, agape in surprise, was filled to overflowing with semen, giving her an extremely wanton air… Watching Sister Xiaofu swallow the semen with a gulp, my heart skipped a beat. Sure enough, she didn't utter a sound after realizing what was happening, her flushed, delicate face darkening as if it were about to drip water. I picked up her silk panties and wiped myself down, then put on my hot pants. Without even wiping my face, I opened the small door to the warehouse. A cool breeze blew in, and despite the heat, I couldn't help but shiver.

Some… I felt a pang of unspoken bitterness. I knew Sister Xiaofu was truly angry, angry that I had disrespected her. I didn't dare stop her, nor did I dare explain. I knew her too well; just one word from her would set off a volcano. It was such a coincidence; as a virgin, I'd never experienced such stimulation before. In my climax, I felt completely dizzy, and I don't even know how I accidentally pressed the light box switch, but I really didn't mean to.

For five days straight, Sister Xiaofu didn't appear at the shop entrance. A strange sense of loss suddenly washed over me. For over a year, unless I didn't set up my stall, Sister Xiaofu would always appear on time, either chatting with me, recommending men's skincare products… or teasing me a little. Looking back now, I realize I didn't miss a single day, and a sudden, indescribable heartache welled up inside me.

Yesterday, I went to the Haoyun Wholesale Market and rented a five-square-meter stall with the money I'd saved up over the past year. In a few days, after I've sold everything, I'll be going there. I really don't want to have any regrets at the end. Regardless of whether it was love or not, I still care about Sister Xiaofu, and I know she cares about me too, otherwise she wouldn't have done that kind of thing for me and gotten so angry.

But sadly, I didn't see her again until I sold the last CD. When I asked the shop assistant, I learned that Sister Xiaofu had gone to another shop with Baldy, but she didn't know what they were doing or where they were.

"It was a tragic fate to begin with, so it's better this way. I just feel a little sorry for her." I sighed inwardly, picked up the dessert in my hand, and walked back.

Overall, this week has been quite pleasant. I signed a contract for the wholesale stall. With the internet, such a powerful tool, selecting and choosing goods is no problem. I've initially selected a few factories to process the clothing samples I provide. By the way, I'm going to make knock-off clothing. What makes me even happier is that Ye Xiaoyi and I have finally made further progress. When I selected a few hundred of the thousands of songs I had saved and put them on my MP4 player, along with some desserts, in front of her door, she hesitated for a moment but still accepted them. The next day, she returned the MP4 player and wrote me a note thanking me for the desserts and songs, especially the songs, which she really liked. She also left her phone number and name.

Even in ordinary days, things are always busy. Selecting samples and choosing a manufacturer took me almost half a month. By the time the qualified samples were off the production line, a whole month had passed. I secretly felt the pinch of paying a month's rent, but what could I do? It's my own fault for underestimating things. I thought that switching to a daytime job would give me more time to see Ye Xiaoyi, but to my surprise, we saw each other even less than before. Fortunately, she was willing to chat with me on the phone every day. I consider myself to have a bit of a sense of humor, and I always managed to make her laugh. Gradually, our phone conversations grew longer and longer, from a minute at the beginning to half an hour now.

Nine, as

my affection for her grew, I also learned some of her stories. Apart from her family, she was willing to talk to me about everything, chatting about all sorts of things. It really felt like we were kindred spirits. She's two years younger than me, or rather, two and a half years younger. She'll be twenty-one after this birthday, a senior in the music department of H University. Compared to someone like me from a third-rate university, we're worlds apart.

She's a very down-to-earth girl, excellent in both character and academics, and hardworking. I heard she started looking for part-time jobs in her junior year. Thinking back to when I was still holed up in my dorm reading novels and playing Dota, I felt a pang of shame. As we got to know each other better, her beauty became second only to me; her pure, kind, and optimistic heart captivated me.

Although we rarely met, this hazy feeling was even more alluring. Every time we chatted, I would look at her photos, at that youthful and gentle girl in the pictures, imagining her radiant smile, and a warmth would fill my heart. She frankly admitted to me that she had had two boyfriends: one was her high school class monitor, which could only be considered her first love, and the other was a college classmate she met while working in her junior year. I was certain it was the one who had been in her room a month ago.

I was happy that she told me about her past, which meant there was a possibility she would accept me. But I was also worried, worried that she really only saw me as a confidante. Every time I thought of that night, of her pussy gripping that man's penis, her wanton manner, I felt a pang of sadness. Although she insisted that she had broken up with him, don't people say that ex-boyfriends and ex-girlfriends are the most likely to become friends with benefits? And that awful boss of hers, who actually forced her to give him oral sex—I don't know if it's true or not.

Every time I thought of her sucking another man's penis, lying beneath another man, moaning and groaning, so eager to please, I felt a pang of sadness mixed with a strange excitement. I was also afraid, afraid of becoming one of those cuckolds. All of this spurred me on to work hard and earn money. As long as I had enough money, I could pamper her, support her, and not let her sell her body because of the pressure of life.

Another month passed, and we had some brief contact. Every weekend, I would spend half a day with her, chatting, relaxing, or watching movies. I mentioned to her once that she wanted to be my girlfriend, and her eyes suddenly dimmed, even showing a hint of fear. My heart ached, not because she refused, but because I knew what she was afraid of—perhaps she was worried that I would end up like her ex-boyfriend!

Although this comparison made me very unhappy, I never brought it up again after that. Seeing her happy by my side, seeing her innocent and pure smile every day, I was content. Time would prove everything, and I was absolutely certain of that. My small business was booming, and in just three months, I earned back my year's rent. My stall grew from five square meters to ten square meters. Every weekend, she would come to help, and even if she got off work early on weekdays, she would come over.

I don't know when, but the vendors around me started calling her "sister-in-law" and "brother/sister-in-law." She just blushed and didn't explain much. I'm not stupid, and of course I wouldn't explain. Having such a beautiful girlfriend is really a matter of pride. Just look at the envious and jealous looks on the faces of those young people and even the older men.

"Brother Tao, did you reserve those two outfits for me?" A young man with a sweaty face and blond hair plopped down in front of me.

"Yeah, I reserved them. Wait a moment, I'll get them for you right away." I nodded and ignored the guy. This kid was called "Blonde Hair." As for his real name, he said he had forgotten it himself. He ran a small clothing store at H University. He didn't buy much, but he was ruthless at bargaining. I heard he was involved in organized crime. I couldn't refuse to sell to him. That wasn't a big deal. Every penny counts! Ten yuan would be enough for a meal. The main problem was that this guy always looked at Xiao Yi with a lecherous eye, his eyes always fixed on her chest and thighs. How could I stand that?

"It's alright, no rush." The blond-haired guy's eyes darted around. "What? Your wife isn't here today?"

"Yeah, I've been a bit busy these past few days. Sigh! Xiao Hai, pack up Brother Huang's goods when you're done." I called to my employee, the landlord's nephew, Wang Dahai. He didn't get into university, but the landlord heard I was doing well in the clothing wholesale business and insisted he work for me, saying he'd do anything even without money, just learn how to do it, and then we could open a clothing store in his street-front shop. I had no choice but to agree.

To be honest, we were short-handed, but I really didn't want this kid. He's always so glib. Okay, I admit, I got jealous when I saw him making Xiao Yi all excited. This is my job, after all. What's he doing showing off like this? If it weren't for how hard he works, I would have fired him long ago.

"Brother Tao, you're so lucky!" Yellow Hair gave me a thumbs up. "Your wife is a famous campus beauty at H University. If you can take her home, hurry up and do it. So many people are eyeing her, hehe!"

Looking at Yellow Hair's lewd smile, I felt a surge of anger, like I had swallowed a rat dropping. Damn it, if you can't speak properly, don't speak at all. Calling her Brother Tao and Sister-in-law while saying how many people are eyeing your woman. If she were really my woman, it would be fine, but the key is that she isn't yet!

Feeling a bit annoyed, I called Xiao Yi a few times, but she didn't answer. I replied with a message that she was in a meeting. It was already 10 o'clock, and most people had left the wholesale market. Even Xiao Hai had been gone for more than an hour. It wasn't until 11 o'clock that the security guards started to chase people away, and I finally walked back dejectedly.

I thought about calling Xiaoyi again, but then I decided against it. It's not good for a grown man to be so clingy. It was eleven o'clock, and there weren't many pedestrians left. From afar, I saw a guy sneaking around the corner of the alley, peeking out suspiciously. The streetlights were dim, but I recognized him immediately.

Short hair, yellow t-shirt, blue jeans—it was Xiaohai! I quickly walked up behind him, and he didn't even notice. He was vigorously rubbing his crotch with one hand. I was already feeling a bit annoyed, and seeing his lewd behavior made me even angrier. I slapped him on the head. "You brat, what are you doing?"

Xiaohai jumped up, turned around, saw it was me, stammered for a long time without saying a word, then turned and ran away.

"What's he so scared of? He's always joking and playing around with Xiaoyi, and he's never this afraid of me. But then again, young people masturbate, you can do it at home. If you're going to masturbate in the street, you're not the only one who'll get hurt." I muttered to myself as I slowly turned the corner and walked into the alley. It was empty, not a soul in sight, except for three cars parked there. I recognized the owner of the truck and the SUV, but I didn't know who owned the extra bright blue BMW.

"Could this kid be masturbating in front of this car?" I was both amused and exasperated. It was really bizarre. I walked up and circled the car twice, then pressed my face against the window to take a look. The window tint was off, but it was pitch black inside, and I couldn't see anything. I touched the sleek body of the car with envy. "I don't need a BMW. I'd be content if I could drive a Volkswagen someday."

I hadn't walked more than a few steps when my phone rang. Seeing the smiling girl on the screen saver, my gloom suddenly vanished. "The meeting's over? Your company is really insane, meetings go on until eleven." "

Yeah... it's over, you're going home... oh..."

"Not yet, when are you going home? Do you want me to pick you up?"

"Ah... no need, you... um... you go home first... I'll be right back."

"Xiaoyi, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" My brows furrowed. Xiaoyi's voice sounded weak and hoarse. Could it be from working overtime these past few days? This insane company, she worked an extra night shift yesterday, and today the meeting went on until eleven. Even an iron body couldn't take it, let alone such a delicate girl like her.

"Um...no, it's just...my throat's a little sore...oh...a little water will do, um...I'll talk to you later...I need to...pack my things..."

Hearing the dial tone, I shook my head dejectedly, glancing back at the diamond-like BMW. "Sigh! A long and arduous road lies ahead."

Back home, the words of the blond-haired guy echoed in my mind, "Your sister-in-law is a famous campus beauty at H University. If you can bring her home, hurry up and take her home. So many people are eyeing her!" I calculated the money in my hand; including the goods and cash, it totaled less than 200,000. A wave of helplessness washed over me. Although it was more than double what it had been four months ago, in S... In the city, what can you do with this little money? You can buy a tiny apartment of less than twenty square meters, assuming you even have that kind of space.

A series of clattering sounds came from the stairs. I sat bolt upright in bed, opened the door, and stepped onto the balcony. There she was, Xiaoyi's delicate figure. A knee-length skirt, a white shirt—she looked like a professional white-collar worker. Her long, black hair cascaded over her shoulders, slightly disheveled by the wind. Looking at her flushed face and weary eyes, my heart ached.

"Xiaoyi, what's wrong? Have you caught a cold?" I hurriedly climbed over the balcony railing and stood before her, pressing my hand to her forehead without a word.

"No, I'm just a little tired. Don't ever climb over here again, it's too dangerous!" Xiao Yi leaned gently against my chest, her arms tightly wrapped around my waist.

Happiness often arrives unexpectedly, catching people off guard and leaving them flustered. Then it watches with amusement as they pant and scramble for breath in bliss. I was one of those people struck by it. Having known each other for so long, this was the first time Xiao Yi had hugged me. Feeling her warm body, I suddenly felt all the hardship was worth it.

"You said you didn't, but your forehead is so hot. Come inside quickly, don't let the wind blow on you. I'll make you some ginger soup when we get back, it'll help you sweat it out." "

Do

n't climb onto the balcony, I... I have some materials at home." Xiao Yi's flushed face was like a ripe apple, I really wanted to take a bite. "Come on." "

As Xiaoyi pulled me into the room, I was a little excited. I've known her for so long, but this is the first time I've truly stepped into her life. The small living room was very simple, with a sofa, a coffee table, and a TV, but it was very clean. I glanced at her swaying hips in front of me and controlled my wandering thoughts. "You go and rest for a bit. I'll go make you some ginger soup." "

The hollow brick wall was very thin. I could hear the rushing sound coming from the bathroom next door while I was standing in the kitchen. The little monk suddenly stood up. I swallowed hard, knowing exactly what that sound was. Surely I could tell the difference between peeing and urination! Then came the rustling of clothes being taken off and the splashing of water. I have to say, this partition wall was really unnecessary; I could even hear the zipper coming down.

'Could it be, could it be that today I'm going to…' Imagining that naked body, huge breasts, pert buttocks… my heart was pounding. The bathroom door creaked open, and I slapped myself hard. 'You're so shameless! Thinking about this on our first time alone together? How are you any different from those men?!'

'Brother Tao, what are you doing!'" Xiao Yi suddenly appeared at the kitchen doorway. Perhaps because she had been showering, her shoulders were flushed pink. She quickly walked to my side, gently stroking my cheek with a look of concern, and softly asked, "Did I do something wrong?"

Xiao Yi was only wearing a thin bath towel, which made her already alluring body appear even more curvaceous. As she raised her arm to stroke my cheek, her already full breasts pushed inward, creating a deep cleavage that was truly the most beautiful valley I had ever seen. Her two pink nipples were faintly visible through the towel as she moved... Looking at her innocent and worried face, less than a foot away, her long neck, her chiseled shoulders, and her two large, glistening breasts, I couldn't say a word, and my nose started bleeding profusely.

"Ah... Brother Tao, you... um... you're so naughty, where are you looking at me!" "Xiao Yi only realized I was staring intently at her chest when she saw my nose bleeding. Looking down, she discovered she was completely exposed, let out a yelp, and ran away.

'Damn it, this is so embarrassing! I wonder if Xiao Yi will be angry.' I touched my hot nose, turned on the tap, and washed my face while brooding. When I turned around, Xiao Yi was already standing in front of me, holding a roll of toilet paper.

'Here you go.' Xiao Yi blinked her big, beautiful eyes, her gaze slightly unfocused, her slightly pointed cheeks flushed red as she shyly handed me the toilet paper. 'Look back, don't let the blood flow out.'

Watching her slender waist sway as she slowly walked away, I breathed a sigh of relief. 'Looks like she's not mad at me. Sigh… it's not my fault. With such a beautiful body, what man could resist?'" "I don't know how such a slender body could have grown such large breasts..."

Carrying the ginger soup I had just made, I walked to the living room. No one was there. I knocked on her door, and after a while, her soft, delicate voice came through, "The door isn't locked."

A dressing table, a wardrobe, a double bed—simple furnishings. The room exuded a uniquely feminine fragrance. I took a deep breath and looked at Xiaoyi on the pink sheets. She had changed into a white tank top and denim shorts, her hair still slightly damp, bangs falling across her forehead, radiating an extremely languid charm.

"I let it cool for a while, it's almost ready. Drink it, and you'll feel better after a nap." I placed the small porcelain bowl in Xiaoyi's hands, looking at her touched expression, a warm feeling welled up inside me. "Perhaps, this is what love feels like." Xiao

Yi slowly sipped her ginger soup. I glanced at her bedside and smiled inwardly. Although she was usually aloof, she was still a little girl at heart. Koalas, bears, mangy dogs… fluffy things piled up on her bedside table. On the bedside table was a framed photo, gold-trimmed and spotless; Xiao Yi must wipe it every day.

A man, a woman!

My head buzzed instantly. The girl wore a pale yellow dress, her long black hair parted in the middle. Although it covered most of her face, the exposed eyebrows, delicate nose, and small cherry lips—it was none other than Xiao Yi! The man looked somewhat familiar, wearing trousers and a long shirt… He pressed himself tightly against Xiaoyi's back, his arms, whiter than a woman's, encircling her waist and holding her lower abdomen. His repulsive, long face, framed by a side-parted hairstyle, rested on Xiaoyi's shoulder, a lewd smile on his face, as he kissed her chin… What I found even more unbearable was that Xiaoyi had her arms around his neck, a playful expression on her face. The thought of her small, round buttocks pressed against his penis, of her being with that man on this very bed, of being ravaged by him… that day flashed before my eyes again, accompanied by bitterness, and a surge of anger rose within me. "Is this her ex-boyfriend? Didn't she break up with him? Didn't she say she'd never see him again? Why does she still have their photos on the bedside table? Am I really just delusional…?"

I didn't blame her for what she had done before; after all, there were reasons, and she wasn't acting voluntarily. But since you're ready to accept our relationship, why put those intimate photos of you and your ex-boyfriend on the bedside table?

Why!

Suddenly, I realized who this person was. The day Xiaoyi slapped me upon our first meeting, wasn't he the only man in those semi-nude photos? Rich second-generation, kept woman… each word I didn't want to think about cut into my heart like a blade.

“Atao, what's wrong?” Xiaoyi seemed to be hurt by the spiciness, pouting and panting, looking at me with innocent eyes, asking, “The ginger soup is so spicy.”

“No, nothing…” Looking at her innocent face, my heart ached terribly. Are women really so good at lying? Her soft whispers in my ear these past few days, the gentle look in her eyes, the unbearable shyness when called “sister-in-law”… was it all just a facade?

"I can forgive everything about your past, even your physical betrayal, but I cannot accept a love that is accompanied by deception!"

"Xiaoyi, I... maybe we really aren't right for each other. I... I have to go now. I have some things to take care of these days, so... I won't be coming back. Take good care of yourself..." As I said these words, my heart felt like it was breaking. Looking at her expression, which changed rapidly from astonishment to disbelief to sadness, I stumbled out of the room.

"

...What love? What bullshit! Dude, give me another drink, um... fiery red lips, poor thing, haha... It's really funny. As expected of an art student, your acting is so realistic, haha... Innocence, it's all bullshit. You talk about love with me during the day, but at night you're thinking about sleeping with someone else. I'm the biggest idiot ever..."

The spotlights spun, colorful and dazzling, making me a little dizzy. Accompanied by deafening music, men and women swayed their passionate bodies and twisted wildly in the dance floor. I don't know how I got here. It seems that only here, only alcohol, can relieve my depressed mood. I've never been a good drinker. After two drinks, I was already out of my mind and started talking nonsense.

In a daze, a figure appeared beside me. Through my blurry vision, all I could see were her full, round breasts beneath her round-neck t-shirt. "Beautiful lady, want a drink?"

"Sure! A Yunmeng." The woman's voice was soft, with a hint of hoarseness. "What's wrong, little brother? Hehe... Did you have a fight with your girlfriend? Drowning your sorrows in alcohol?"

"Ha... girlfriend... girlfriend!" I shook my head with a bitter smile, tears streaming down my face, making me look rather tragic. "We talk about love during the day, but at night she dreams of someone else. What... what kind of girlfriend is that?"

"Oh... that's pretty tragic. But how do you know she dreams of someone else? Hehe, you can't possibly enter her dreams, can you?" The woman shook the red liquid in her hand, laughing as she spoke.

"I, I just know, haha... boss... another one, I... oh..." Suddenly, a wave of nausea surged in my stomach, and a sour taste rushed to my throat. I vomited with a "whoosh" onto the bar counter and onto the woman's skirt next to me.

"Ugh! Are you fucking asking for trouble?! Damn, this is disgusting. If you can't drink, just drink less..."

"Yeah, damn it, are you even letting other people drink? What a spoilsport..." The bartender and the people around him looked at me with disdain as I squatted on the ground vomiting. Two burly men who were guarding the bar suddenly came out from the side door.

"Hey, sorry, this is my brother. He's heartbroken... Hehe, everyone, please be understanding. Consider this money as a cleaning fee. I'll take him away right away." The woman next to me stood up, turned around, and said to the two burly men who were frowning. I looked up at that blurry face and suddenly felt that it was somewhat familiar.

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