Sorrowful Blood Lily of the Valley 1-2

The Lament of the Blood-Red Lily of the Valley
Author: caomei999 Word Count: 8685
Note: Writing is a tedious task, and besides, I am not a professional writer, so please be gentle if this story doesn't meet your expectations. I don't have any specific plans for the length, but the main plot is relatively clear. All names and professions are fictional; please do not take them personally. I did put some effort into this story. There have been enough organ-themed stories already, and I personally dislike those dry-wood-and-fiery-style transmigration stories; they lack immersion and realism. However, writing is ultimately just words; it may bring a smile or provoke deep thought, but regardless, having written so much, I hope to receive some recognition.
Chapter 1:
"Xiao Song, go and photocopy twenty copies of the planning department's materials. Give one to each of the executives, and the rest to the conference affairs department."
"Yes, Manager Li."
Song Yiying took the planning document handed to her by the administration manager, Li Shengji, and ran into the photocopying room. She carefully photocopied twenty copies, meticulously checked them to ensure there were no errors, and headed straight for General Manager Lei's office.
The general manager's office was a suite; the outer room was the office of the general manager's secretary, Li Zhenzhen. At this moment, Li Zhenzhen was not at her desk; she was probably doing something else.
A woman's wanton voice came from the office: "General Manager Lei, you were so amazing that day, you made me feel so good." Song Yiying recognized the voice; it was Yan Jing, the personnel manager. Usually, she dressed head-to-toe in designer brands, and no one dared to offend her. She had the final say in hiring and firing people in the company. No wonder, she had latched onto Lei Jijiang's powerful connections.
Song Yiying stood blankly outside the door, somewhat dazed. Of course, she wouldn't be foolish enough to barge in at this moment. Just as she was caught in a dilemma, accompanied by the crisp sound of high heels, Li Zhenzhen returned. "You're Song Yiying, the prospective college graduate from the administration department, right? What's up?"
"Oh, Manager Li asked me to deliver some materials from the planning department," Song Yiying said somewhat flusteredly. "It seems that General Manager Lei isn't in his office. Could you please pass these on to him, Sister Li?"
"No problem, just leave them here."
Sitting back at her desk, Li Zhenzhen leisurely poured herself a glass of water. Sure enough, a few minutes later, Yan Jing came out without even greeting Li Zhenzhen and went straight out the door. Li Zhenzhen rolled her eyes and scoffed. Then she knocked on Lei Jijiang's office door and entered.
"General Manager Lei, Song Yiying, the summer intern from the administration department, came to deliver some materials. She might have overheard something," Li Zhenzhen said, standing in front of the desk. Lei Jijiang didn't even look up, grunting in acknowledgment. Only after Li Zhenzhen left and casually closed the door behind her did he put down his pen, his face inscrutable.
The following day, Song Yiying was somewhat lost and dejected. After all, it wasn't a good thing; she had just happened to witness it, and she was quite troubled. Incidentally, Lei Jijiang and Song Yiying's father, Song Wei, were college classmates. Lei Jijiang had helped Song Wei get a summer job during his high school graduation to experience life. Song Wei's health had always been poor, and the 3,000 yuan monthly salary was a considerable income for the Song family, whose financial situation was quite ordinary.
It was almost time to leave work. Song Yiying shook her head, trying to clear her mind and tell herself to stop thinking about things she couldn't understand. Just then, the phone rang. "Yingying, your dad suddenly fainted! I called 120, he's being taken to the hospital. You need to come quickly!" It was her mother, Liu Lifen, speaking in a panicked voice on the other end of the line.
Song Yiying felt a sudden dizziness and rushed to the hospital after asking Li Shengji for leave. Song Wei had suddenly fainted while watching TV at home without any prior warning. At the hospital, a series of tests were conducted, and the doctor said gravely, "The patient has a 70% vascular embolism. Although he's out of immediate danger, he needs surgery as soon as possible. The initial cost is approximately 800,000 yuan. We suggest you family prepare accordingly."
After spending some time in the ward with her, the mother and daughter remained silent. Finally, Liu Lifen said, "I'll stay here. Yingying, you go home first. Your father just needs to rest." Song Yiying couldn't persuade her mother otherwise. Back home, she felt empty inside, staring at the ceiling, and drifted off to sleep.
The next day, Song Yiying took a day off and went to the hospital. Song Wei felt the atmosphere was somewhat oppressive. "It's not a big deal. I'll recover. You two don't need to look so worried." The three of them ate lunch in silence. Just as Song Wei was about to lie down for a nap, Lei Jijiang suddenly arrived.
After what happened last time, Song Yiying felt a little awkward facing Lei Jijiang. Lei Jijiang, however, smiled and said, "Yingying, aren't
you going to invite me in?" "Uncle Lei, please come in."
Lei Jijiang entered, putting down the fruit basket he was carrying. At this moment, Song Wei also arrived and sat up. "Old Lei, what brings you here?"
"Old Song, I heard from the staff that you were in the hospital. If Yingying hadn't asked for leave, I wouldn't have known." Lei Jijiang sat down on the edge of the bed.
After exchanging a few pleasantries, Lei Jijiang wished her well, left two thousand yuan, and said, "Yingying, just focus on taking care of your father. Don't worry about the company for now."
"Yingying, see your Uncle Lei off," Song Wei instructed.
Song Yiying agreed and accompanied Lei Jijiang out to the hospital entrance. Lei Jijiang's driver was already waiting. Just before getting into the car, Lei Jijiang patted Song Yiying's shoulder and said meaningfully, "Yingying, if you need money, just go to Uncle Lei. Regardless of my long-standing friendship with your father, Uncle Lei likes you very much too."
Watching Lei Jijiang's Lexus glide out of the hospital gate, this inexplicable promise seemed to ease the financial pressure weighing on her heart. Back in the ward, Liu Lifen was doing the accounts. She had borrowed from all the relatives she could talk to, but only about 300,000 yuan was left, leaving a shortfall of 500,000 yuan that she couldn't possibly cover. This didn't even include the later treatment costs. Liu Lifen sighed repeatedly, while Song Wei remained silent.
"Why don't we borrow some from Lao Lei? He runs such a big company, he should have that kind of money," Liu Lifen suddenly said.
"How am I supposed to ask? This isn't a small amount, and we haven't been in touch for a long time. Yingying already owes them a favor since she started working," Song Wei said with a dark face. "Even if we borrow it
, how will we pay it back? I'm being discharged tomorrow; even without surgery, I might not be in any serious condition." "Discharged? Discharged? Didn't you hear what the doctor said?" Liu Lifen suddenly snapped. "If you want to die, what will happen to my daughter and me!"
Song Yiying didn't want to hear her parents arguing about this, so she left the ward, looked at the sky, and suddenly felt that the sky was gray. She walked aimlessly, not knowing how long she had walked, when she suddenly looked up and found herself at the company's main entrance. She secretly wondered if, subconsciously, she had come to borrow money from Lei Jijiang? She shook her head with a bitter smile. If it weren't for what happened yesterday, she might have actually come to ask Lei Jijiang for help, but now Song Yiying had categorized Lei Jijiang as a bad person, making it difficult to ask.
Back at the hospital, just as she reached the ward door, she heard Liu Lifen's shrill voice inside, "You won't agree to lend money to anyone, so what are we supposed to do?"
After a moment of silence, only Song Wei's heavy sigh could be heard.
After a while, Song Yiying decided she had to borrow money from Lei Jijiang no matter what. She returned to the company and went straight to the general manager's office. Li Zhen was on the phone. Seeing Song Yiying, he nodded and said into the phone, "Okay, I'll contact you later." He hung up and looked at Song Yiying, "Is there something you need?"
"I want to see General Manager Lei."
Entering the general manager's office, Lei Jijiang was drinking tea. Seeing Song Yiying, Lei Jijiang stood up and sat on the guest sofa, "Yingying, sit down. What brings you here, Uncle Lei?"
At this point, Song Yiying suddenly hesitated to speak, but Lei Jijiang spoke first. "Come to think of it, university is about to start, right?" Song Yiying was suddenly taken
aback, "Registration is the day after tomorrow. Actually, Uncle Lei, I came here..."
"Yingying's all grown up now, you must be eighteen this year," Lei Jijiang suddenly blurted out, but then quickly changed the subject, "If there's anything Uncle Lei can help with, just say so."
"Uncle Lei, my dad's illness..." Song Yiying was still considering how to phrase it when Lei Jijiang grabbed her hand, "Yingying, when you came to my office the day before yesterday..."
"Uncle Lei, I didn't see anything," Song Yiying said in a panic.
"Yingying, by saying that, you're admitting you saw something. It doesn't really matter, it's just one of Uncle Lei's hobbies, men, hehe." Lei Jijiang leaned closer to Song Yiying, "How much is still needed for Old Song's surgery?"
"Five hundred thousand, Uncle Lei, I'll borrow it from you. I'll stop taking my salary from now on, okay? I won't go to university, I'll just work here and pay it back with my salary." Now that she had brought it up, Song Yiying made her intentions clear.
"With your meager salary, how long will you last? Look, Uncle Lei likes you a lot. Uncle Lei thinks you should go to university. So, spend more time with Uncle Lei when you're free. Uncle Lei will cover the 500,000 yuan."
Despite what happened that day, Song Yiying still didn't expect Lei Jijiang to bring this up so openly. Instinctively, she wanted to refuse, but thinking of Liu Lifen's shrill voice and Song Wei's heavy sighs in the ward, Song Yiying felt somewhat at a loss.
Lei Jijiang placed his hand on Song Yiying's thigh. Even through her jeans, he could feel the amazing elasticity of her youthful flesh. Song Yiying tried to pry Lei Jijiang's hand away, but he didn't move. "Yingying, you're eighteen now, a grown woman. It's time to do what you can for your father, don't you think?"
Seeing that Song Yiying didn't speak but didn't try to pry his hand away, Lei Jijiang stroked the girl's leg. "If you make Uncle Lei happy, Uncle Lei will teach you a lot of things. Listen to Uncle Lei, and you can cure your father's illness. Think about it."
Actually, there wasn't much of a struggle between them. After all, there was only one way out. Lei Jijiang saw through Song Yiying's thoughts and pulled her onto his lap. Song Yiying let Lei Jijiang do as he pleased. "Here's what we'll do, Yingying, you go and take your father's surgery fee first." After saying that, Lei Jijiang pinched Song Yiying's buttocks to make her stand up.
As a seasoned lover, Lei Jijiang knew the principle that haste makes waste. He already had a plan to slowly train this beautiful but naive young girl.
Holding the card Lei Jijiang gave her, Song Yiying told Song Wei the prepared words that she would repay him slowly with her salary, that Uncle Lei was a good person and cared a lot about her father's illness, etc., which made Liu Lifen shed a few cheap tears.
Unexpectedly, Lei Jijiang did not contact Song Yiying in the following days. With the surgery fee settled, the dark clouds over the Song family slowly dissipated, and university life began for Song Yiying.
On the last day of military training at Nanping University…
the sky was tinged with an ambiguous pink by the swirling hormones. Some girls who had become close with the soldiers were crying their eyes out. After the party, Song Yiying returned to her dormitory, a four-person room. Besides Han Yiying, there were two other girls from her class. They had gotten to know each other quite well over the past few days, and Song Yiying had somewhat forgotten
the oppressive feeling Lei Jijiang had given her. Liu Lifen called to say that Song Wei's surgery could be performed the next day. Lei Jijiang had even paid for a caregiver, praising Lei Jijiang highly. These words felt like a stone weighing on Song Yiying's heart, making it hard to breathe.
The surgery went relatively smoothly, which was the only good news Song Yiying had heard in a while. Song Wei kept thinking about borrowing money from Lei Jijiang, so Song Yiying could only make up excuses like Lei Jijiang giving her a monthly salary of 5,000 yuan and that she was working part-time during university. Although she knew this wasn't a long-term solution, it was better than letting Song Wei nag on and on all day.
With a caregiver, Song Yiying finally felt at ease living at school and starting her university life. Military training was over, and classes would officially begin in three days. At this time, Lei Jijiang called, "Yingying, military training is over, right? I'll pick you up tomorrow morning."
Chapter Two:
Actually, Song Yiying was still worried about the post-surgery expenses for Song Wei. This illness was a bottomless pit. With Lei Jijiang around, she wouldn't feel completely lost. As for those demands, Song Yiying understood that there's no such thing as a free lunch. If everyone in the world were kind-hearted, what would be the point of the police? Thinking of this,
she felt a strange sense of comfort, secretly telling herself that maybe after a while Lei Jijiang would get bored and let her go. But then, how would Song Wei's follow-up expenses be covered? Moreover, Lei Jijiang hadn't contacted her during this time, which made Song Yiying wonder what he was up to.
As Song Yiying was lost in thought, her phone rang. It was Lei Jijiang. "Yingying, I'm at your school gate."
"Uncle Lei, I'm coming down right now."
"Song Yiying, is your uncle looking for you?" her roommate Zhang Wei asked casually.
"Yeah, I'm coming down. We'll talk when I get back." Song Yiying had a good impression of Zhang Wei; she was a quiet girl, funny, and popular. In comparison, her other roommate, Gao Fei, was a real headache, always gossiping.
At the school gate, Lei Jijiang drove a black Volkswagen Touareg, rolled down the window, and waved to her. Song Yiying got into the passenger seat, and the car started quickly. Stealing a glance at Lei Jijiang driving, Song Yiying felt a little nervous. Although she was mentally prepared for everything, the unknown still filled her with fear.
"Yingying, I heard Lao Song is doing much better after his surgery. Isn't that right? Look how happy everyone is now." At the red light, Lei Jijiang braked, and before Song Yiying could speak, he said, "Yingying, look at you, always in jeans and sneakers. Girls should dress prettier. Uncle Lei will take you shopping for clothes. You can wear the clothes Uncle Lei buys from now on."
"Uncle Lei, I'm more comfortable in these," Song Yiying quickly said, somewhat avoiding Lei Jijiang's gaze.
"You promised to listen to Uncle Lei. If you don't keep your word, then what about Uncle Lei's?" Lei Jijiang turned the steering wheel, and the car headed towards the commercial district.
Song Yiying didn't dare reply. Fine, buy them then. Whether she wore them or not was up to her. The important thing was to wear the clothes he bought when she went out to see Lei Jijiang.
Taking the elevator from the underground parking lot straight to the fourth floor women's clothing store, Song Yiying stood nervously behind Lei Jijiang. As soon as the elevator doors opened, Lei Jijiang grabbed her hand. Song Yiying instinctively pulled away, but Lei Jijiang held on tightly. They walked and looked around, and Song Yiying silently followed behind him, letting him lead her by the hand.
"Yingying, go try this on," Lei Jijiang said, pulling Song Yiying in front of him. By this time, Song Yiying knew the situation; not going along with Lei Jijiang wouldn't do her any good. So she went into the fitting room to change into the clothes the sales assistant was carrying.
Not long after, Song Yiying emerged, looking rather awkward. The sales assistant promptly complimented her, "You have such a great figure! This outfit looks amazing on you. Sir, your daughter is so beautiful."
She wore a light blue lace blouse, revealing glimpses of her white skin on her arms and back, and a sheer white tulle skirt that hung 20 centimeters above her knees. Looking at the flustered yet youthful Song Yiying, Lei Jijiang felt a surge of pride. "Wrap it up," he said.
In just over an hour, he had browsed the women's clothing department, spending nearly 50,000 yuan on miniskirts, tight pants, low-cut tops, various stockings, and high heels. He even had to put everything in the car twice because of the sheer volume of items, yet he still carried five or six large and small bags.
"Yingying, what kind of lingerie do you like?" Lei Jijiang asked Song Yiying with a smile in the lingerie section. Song Yiying dared not answer, biting her lip and remaining silent.
At this moment, the sales assistant came over. "Does this young lady need anything?"
"Yes, could you introduce some to us?" Lei Jijiang put his arm around Song Yiying's shoulder. "Yingying
, what do you think?" Song Yiying lowered her head, and Lei Jijiang pulled her closer to him. Song Yiying looked up and met Lei Jijiang's slightly serious gaze. She panicked. "Uncle Lei, whatever you say."
The sales assistant seemed unfazed and smiled at Lei Jijiang. "This young lady is so slim. Size S should be fine. What type would you like?" Although she said this, she stopped in front of a shelf. "Sir, these should all be suitable for this young lady."
Song Yiying glanced over and saw that the shelf was full of thongs. The fabric was pitifully small, and it was made of very thin gauze and silk. The matching bras were also either see-through or revealing. Even a nightclub hostess would look a bit too much wearing them. Lei Jijiang was quite satisfied. "Not bad, Yingying, go pick out a few sets." He
gave Song Yiying a heavy look after speaking. His intention was to slowly train Song Yiying, so while he emphasized gradual progress, he also had to repeatedly push her boundaries. Besides, seeing Song Yiying's shy expression gave Lei Jijiang a sense of accomplishment.
Song Yiying thought of Song Wei on the hospital bed, steeled herself, and walked to the shelves. Looking at the strips of cloth barely an inch wide, she felt like crying. To be honest, just standing there was already embarrassing enough; choosing underwear for herself was something she really didn't know where to begin. She just stood there, stunned.
"What's wrong? Don't you like them?" Lei Jijiang's voice came from behind, even carrying a heavy breath.
Song Yiying was torn. "Uncle Lei, they're all quite nice. I don't know how to choose." After saying this, Song Yiying wished she could faint immediately to avoid this embarrassment.
"How about this, Miss, you help her choose ten sets," Lei Jijiang said with a smile to the sales assistant.
"Okay, sir." Whether intentionally trying to make things difficult for Song Yiying or not, the sales assistant selected ten of the most revealing outfits, including panties with only a thin string between the legs and a triangular bra with no fabric in the middle.
Back in the car, Lei Jijiang lit a cigarette, staring at the steering wheel. "Yingying, in this life, there are many problems that can't be solved, like birth, aging, sickness, and death, like being abandoned by everyone. But years of experience have taught me that problems that money can solve aren't really problems. If a person doesn't even care about their family, what else can you expect from them?" Song Yiying remained silent, unable to figure out what Lei Jijiang was trying to say.
"The first reason I'm willing to pay for Lao Song's medical treatment is, of course, because I want you, or as it stands, your body. The mind and body are separate; before the lust for the flesh, the mind is insignificant," Lei Jijiang said meaningfully. "The second reason I'm paying is because I don't want you
to borrow money from others. In this life, you can bear financial debts, but not emotional debts. You can pay off financial debts eventually, but emotional debts can weigh you down until death. Besides, think about it, given Lao Song's condition, you can probably imagine the subsequent expenses. Without me, how many people would you need to beg from?"
Song Yiying had never thought this far ahead. Hearing this, the image of the man before her seemed to become increasingly concrete.
"I'm not saying this to play the good guy in front of you. You know, in this world, if someone is generous, it's because they have more than they can afford to squander. As for me, I like you a lot, and I'm willing to be good to you. For you, I'm a long-term guarantee, not just for later expenses. From now
on, you can continue to come to work at the company when you're not in class, and your monthly salary will double." With that, Lei Jijiang started the car. "Of course, you'll need to make corresponding contributions."
Song Yiying carefully considered Lei Jijiang's words, sensing there was more to the story, but with her limited experience, how could she possibly compete with someone like Lei Jijiang who had spent half his life navigating the complexities of society? "I understand, Uncle Lei."
"Well, Yingying, it's sometimes inconvenient for you to call me Uncle Lei. How about this, you become my goddaughter, and you can call me Dad from now on. I'm sure Old Song and Sister-in-law won't have any objections." Lei Jijiang suddenly revealed a profound smile.
“I’ll listen to you, Uncle Lei.” Song Yiying couldn’t think of any time when calling him Uncle Lei would be inconvenient, but thinking about her mother Liu Lifen’s attitude towards Lei Jijiang, she couldn’t help but smile bitterly.
“Still calling him Uncle Lei?”
“Dad.” Song Yiying was also a little surprised; this “Dad” sounded much more fluent than she had imagined, almost blurting out.
“Good daughter, here’s what we’ll do: let’s go to school. Take out all your old clothes, and from now on you’ll wear the clothes your dad bought.” Lei Jijiang said in an unquestionable tone, “I bought an apartment in Shengshi Xueyuan near your school, and it’s been renovated recently. Here’s the key. If nothing unexpected happens, you can wait for me there.”
He then handed her a gleaming gold key.
This was something Song Yiying hadn’t expected. Thinking about having to dress like that every day, and the inevitable gossip, she couldn’t help but feel that her four years of university life were somewhat uncertain.
Upon arriving at the dormitory, Zhang Wei wasn't there; only Gao Fei was lying on the bed. Seeing Lei Jijiang enter, Gao Fei glanced at Song Yiying, who replied perfunctorily, "Dad, this is Gao Fei."
"Hello, Uncle," Gao Fei greeted him sweetly.
Lei Jijiang returned the greeting, watching Song Yiying pack all the clothes into a suitcase. Then, she took some of the new clothes she'd bought that day and put them in the wardrobe. Throughout this process, Gao Fei stared intently, her eyes gleaming at the styles and brands of the clothes, but she didn't ask any questions. Song Yiying hurriedly pulled the suitcase downstairs, and the two arrived at Shengshi Academy.
It was a small duplex apartment on the 27th and 28th floors. Since the 28th floor was the top floor, it also had a small rooftop terrace, about 300 square meters. The main color scheme was light green, giving it a refreshing feel. The lower floor contained the living room, kitchen, dining room, bathroom, and activity room. After showing Song Yiying around briefly, they went upstairs. "Yingying, this is the bedroom. You can stay here." Lei Jijiang opened a door next to the stairs and pointed to two doors opposite. "This is the study. There's a piano inside. Old Song said you're a Grade 8 pianist, that's impressive. This is the bathroom. There are bathrooms upstairs and downstairs, so you don't have to run back and forth."
Further inside were two obviously heavy doors. Lei Jijiang said, "Don't touch these two rooms for now; you'll need them later. I have some things to do later. You rest, take a shower, and I'll come over tonight. Wait for me here."
Song Yiying stood at the top of the stairs, watching Lei Jijiang go downstairs and reach the door. Lei Jijiang turned around and said, "Yingying, a cleaning service comes to do housekeeping every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday afternoon at 3 pm. They have a key, so you don't need to worry about it." After saying that, he picked up Song Yiying's suitcase containing clothes and went out the door.
Song Yiying felt a little lost. She sat blankly in the study for a moment, then decided to go back to school. Shengshi Academy was only 500 meters away from Nanping University, a ten-minute walk.
Back in her dorm, Gao Fei immediately came over gossipy. "Yingying, your dad bought you so many new clothes! They look so sexy."
Song Yiying grinned, but didn't reply. Gao Fei wasn't bored and continued, "What does your dad do? I see he's wearing a Chopard watch. It must cost at least tens of thousands!" She nudged Song Yiying with her elbow. "I didn't realize you were a rich girl."
"What kind of rich girl am I?" Song Yiying stood up. "I'm going out for a bit. I'll go home tonight and won't be back."
After lunch, Song Yiying went to the hospital to visit her real father, Song Wei. Her mother, Liu Lifen, and the caregiver, Wang Sao, were also there. Song Wei seemed to be in good spirits and was happy to see his daughter. "Yingying, are you settling in well at school? How are you getting along with your classmates?" Song Yiying, preoccupied with her own thoughts, answered casually. At this moment, Liu Lifen leaned in,
"Yingying, you worked at Lao Lei's company for a while. Lao Lei is a really nice guy. How's his company doing? Are they pressuring us to pay back the money?"
"Mom, Uncle Lei has taken me in as his goddaughter. He said there's no rush to pay back the money, and he even offered to let me continue helping out at the company when I'm not in class, giving me a monthly salary of six thousand." Song Yiying wanted to ease her parents' worries about money as much as possible. After all, she had already come this far, and no matter what, she had to grit her teeth and bear it. "I'll give you two
two thousand each month, and pay the rest back to Uncle Lei monthly. That way, we can pay back fifty thousand a year." Although she wanted to give all six thousand to her parents, to avoid suspicion, Song Yiying decided to give them two thousand each month.
"Okay, okay, okay." Liu Lifen smiled broadly, saying "okay" three times. It
was already dark when Lei Jijiang finished his work at the company. Based on experience, he didn't want to have deeper physical contact with Song Yiying so soon. However, without this process, his subsequent "training" plan couldn't proceed smoothly. After all, boundaries needed to be crossed step by step; going straight to difficulty might backfire. On the way to Shengshi Academy, Lei Jijiang thought of Song Yiying's shy expression and adorable clumsiness, and his heart raced. This was a completely new experience for him; he had never tried anything like incest before, and the thought of Song Yiying's next step excited him.
When he reached the 27th floor, Lei Jijiang didn't use his key but rang the doorbell. About half a minute later, the door opened, and Song Yiying stood timidly inside. Lei Jijiang understood that he wasn't in a romantic relationship with this young girl, so sometimes showing his strength could be more effective. The two entered the room,
and Lei Jijiang pulled Song Yiying into the bedroom. Song Yiying, fully aware of what was about to happen, stood by the bed with her head down. Lei Jijiang cornered her against the wall and roughly pressed his lips to hers, his hands reaching inside her clothes to roughly knead her small, firm breasts.
Faced with the experienced Lei Jijiang, Song Yiying bit her lower lip, quickly becoming flushed. Lei Jijiang peeled her skin like a white scallion, then released her and began to undress himself. Song Yiying hugged herself, looking uneasy.
"Look at me!" Lei Jijiang commanded. Song Yiying looked up, seeing a mature man's body for the first time. Although Lei Jijiang was in his early forties, he was well-maintained, with a faint six-pack. His physique was slightly thin, but he appeared strong and capable, possessing a rugged masculinity.
The two quickly formed a human pyramid on the bed. Lei Jijiang's hand explored Song Yiying's fresh clitoris, making continuous circles. After a few circles, his hand felt warm and moist. Song Yiying tightly closed her eyes, her breathing becoming rapid, her soft lips constantly changing shape under Lei Jijiang's pressure.
Before the foreplay was complete, Lei Jijiang parted Song Yiying's legs and inserted his erect penis into her sparsely haired body. After a slight resistance, small pimples appeared on the snow-white sheets. Watching Song Yiying still biting her lower lip and silently enduring him, Lei Jijiang suddenly felt a pang of pity. She was just an eighteen-year-old girl; were these things too heavy for her? However, he had given her the entire afternoon to adjust. Thinking of this, Lei Jijiang gave himself a reason to feel at ease and truly begin to enjoy the pleasure that her youthful body brought him. He hoisted Song Yiying's legs onto his left shoulder and began to move vigorously. The air was filled with an ambiguous atmosphere and the indescribable sweet scent emanating from Song Yiying.
Song Yiying's two mounds of white flesh struggled and thrust, but couldn't escape Lei Jijiang's hands. The warm, smooth touch transmitted through his fingertips, and Lei Jijiang seemed somewhat intoxicated; youth was truly wonderful. He slowed his pace slightly, positioning Song Yiying on her side. Lei Jijiang held Song Yiying's ankle with one hand, while the other roamed over her snow-white, upturned buttocks. By this time, Song Yiying was already out of breath, her lower body involuntarily clenching tightly around his manhood. Lei Jijiang felt a jolt of electricity pass through him, and his life essence gushed forth.
Lei Jijiang held the young body in his arms; fine beads of sweat appeared on Song Yiying's skin, her hands covering her chest, motionless. After resting for a while, Lei Jijiang didn't say anything, took a shower, dressed, and tossed out a sentence, "I'm leaving. Wait for my call," before pushing open the door and leaving.
Hearing the door close, Song Yiying opened her eyes, her gaze somewhat unfocused. This night marked her transformation from girl to woman; she had lost something very precious, but the tingling sensation beyond the pain also made her feel strange. After showering and putting on a lake-blue nightgown, she could see few stars in the sky outside the window. The man's presence was still there, but she felt different.

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