The Mystery of the Blue Butterfly

【The Mystery of the Blue Butterfly】
【The End】

Word Count: 22909

Today, I was officially transferred to the Criminal Investigation Brigade as a detective, and it was also the day I received the Youth Commando Medal. Looking at the medal in my hand, bearing the solemn national emblem, my heart was filled with emotion.
I am a Chinese police officer. After graduating from the Police University at the age of twenty-four, I was assigned back to my hometown. My uncle is the director of the Criminal Investigation Department of the Public Security Bureau. I could have directly become a clerk in the Public Security Bureau headquarters, but I have admired my uncle since childhood and really wanted to become a detective like him. So I chose to work at a local police station first, to accumulate experience and wait for the opportunity to solve cases and earn merit. As long as I earned merit, I could be directly promoted to the Criminal Investigation Brigade as a detective.
The community I was assigned to is a newly built residential area with high-rise buildings and very good property management. The working environment of our police station is very comfortable. Because the residents are of high quality, our work is quite easy. Although the area has good public security, the opportunities to earn merit and solve cases are few, but it guarantees personal safety. I gladly accepted my uncle's arrangement. However, there was another thing that attracted me to working in this district: near the police station where I worked, there was a beauty salon owned by my first love. I heard about it at a class reunion after graduating and returning to my hometown.
Her name was Ding Rou; we were classmates in high school and even sat next to each other. We sat next to each other for three years, so our relationship was naturally special. She also had a twin sister named Ding Li, who was in a different class in the same grade. The two sisters looked very alike and were both very beautiful, known as the "campus beauties." I was also considered a handsome guy by my classmates, so Ding Rou and I were often seen as a perfect couple. Actually, we started dating shortly before graduating from high school. At that time, we were busy preparing for the college entrance exam, but her parents were going through a divorce, and she was in a bad mood, lacking energy in class, and her mock exam results were poor. So I asked her to come to my house every day after school to study with me.
Over time, we fell in love and became a real couple. I remember our first time having sex was the day before our last mock exam. That day, we only had half a day of classes. After school, she and I went home to study and prepare for the exam the next day. My parents were busy with work and didn't come home for lunch, so I bought takeout to eat at home. I wanted to create a romantic atmosphere, so I bought a lot of delicious food and a bottle of wine, and also rented a videotape to watch when I was tired from studying.
I drew the curtains, lit candles, and imitated the candlelight dinner scene in the movies. Although it was a bit awkward,
it felt incredibly romantic at the time. After lunch, we were still immersed in the romantic atmosphere, so I suggested we watch a videotape. I rented an award-winning film called "The Lover," which was highly praised in the film industry at the time. It starred Hong Kong actor Tony Leung Ka-fai and a young French girl. To be honest, although the media raved about the film, I didn't really understand its essence at the time. However, the scenes of the male and female leads making love touched our restless hearts.
I had watched pornographic films with classmates before, but this time, with my lover by my side, my feelings were naturally different. I had been dating Ding Rou for almost two months, and we had gone from holding hands to kissing, and even touching each other's bodies several times. That noon, fueled by a few drinks and a bit of infatuation, while watching a passionate scene on a videotape, we couldn't suppress our adolescent desires. We kissed passionately, our bodies intertwined.
The weather in June was already very hot, and we were dressed lightly. I remember Ding Rou was wearing a white dress and
a pink t-shirt; her already mature breasts were soft and elastic. At first, I touched her breasts through her clothes, and she just held my neck tightly and kissed me. When passion surged, it was like a torrent, unstoppable. I felt like I was in a trance, only wanting to enjoy that unprecedented tenderness, without thinking about the consequences. The kiss of first love was sweet; our tongues intertwined, conveying the liquid of emotion. Even today, I still remember that wonderful feeling.
Touching her through her clothes was no longer enough to satisfy my desire, so I lifted her t-shirt, my hands touching her
smooth, delicate skin—so soft, so elastic. Then I unhooked her bra, caressing her breasts. She let me indulge in my wantonness without the slightest resistance. My lower body was already erect, my underwear soaked with fluid; I had completely entered a primal, animalistic state.
I stripped off all my clothes, shaving her naked as well. When we were both naked, nothing could separate us from our passionate intercourse. Looking at her snow-white, naked body, my blood boiled, my erect penis trembling with every nerve in my body. My hands and lips didn't know where to touch, as if every inch of her skin was a long-awaited, mysterious place.
She still held my neck, occasionally stroking my firm back, moaning softly under my passionate caresses and kisses. I thought my penis would find the entrance to the forbidden zone on its own and rush in, entering the process of my first sexual experience. However, my penis remained stuck outside her wet entrance, unable to enter. My penis was getting hotter and hotter, and a hot current was approaching the glans as if it was about to ejaculate. I could no longer let my penis search on its own, so I pried her hands apart, straightened up, supported her waist with one hand, and parted her wet labia with the other, lifting my erect penis and inserting it directly into her vagina.
I heard her scream "Ah!" She gripped the sheets tightly, twisted her slender waist, and trembled all over. A surge of heat rushed from her vagina to my penis, and an unprecedented pleasure spread from the glans to every nerve in my body. I couldn't help but groan. I held her trembling body, bracing myself with my legs, and thrust my penis in and out of her vagina. "Ah, ah, ah, it hurts, ah, ah..." she cried out loudly in pain,
somewhat like the screams of a porn star. I thought I was being very skilled, and her cries excited me even more. I thrust harder, and her cries grew louder. I don't know how many times I thrust... A warm stream shot out from my penis. I had intended to pull it out and ejaculate on her like in porn movies, having heard it could prevent pregnancy. But it was too late; the first spurt of semen had already entered her vagina. I quickly straightened up and pulled out my penis, but unexpectedly, a stream of blood mixed with milky white fluid gushed out of her vagina along with my penis, startling me. I had intended to rest my tired body on top of her, but seeing this scene made me forget everything. I thought she was injured, so I grabbed the underwear from the bed and used it to plug her bleeding vagina. She lay on the bed, stopped screaming, panting, her eyes tightly closed, her body trembling slightly.
The underwear in my hand was now stained red. I hurriedly grabbed my t-shirt and used it to absorb the blood. This time, there was less blood; after wiping for
a while, no more blood flowed from her vagina. I finally breathed a sigh of relief. I looked up and saw that she had opened her eyes and was looking at me, with tear stains at the corners of her eyes. She must have been crying just now, but she seemed to be alive. I breathed a sigh of relief and patted my chest, saying, "Are you alright? You scared me to death. You're bleeding from your injury."
She stared at me for a while, and perhaps because my expression was ridiculous, she chuckled, sat up, glanced at her labia, took the t-shirt from my hand, wiped it a few times with a clean surface, and said, "It's alright, that's just blood from my hymen breaking. Can I take a shower at your place?" How could I say no? I nodded, and she picked up her clothes and went into the bathroom… After that, we became closer, and I tasted the forbidden fruit for the first time, experiencing the pleasure of intercourse. We had sex whenever we had the chance, and surprisingly, it didn't affect my grades.
But Ding Rou's studies didn't improve much. After the college entrance exam, everyone was very relaxed. My parents wished me well in ending my arduous academic life, and before university started, our whole family went on a two-week trip. When I returned, I went to find Ding Rou, but she looked haggard. She told me that her parents had finally divorced. She was awarded to her father, and her younger sister to her mother. Her mother was going to take her sister to Shenzhen in the south, while she and her father would stay in the city. From then on, the family would be separated. Her college entrance exam results were poor, and she didn't plan to repeat the year. She would go to a technical school to study and then find a job. At that time, I also received my admission notice from the Police University, with almost a month left before the start of the semester. During that period, we met almost every day, and we made love whenever we met.

She stopped crying out in pain and became incredibly energetic during sex, almost frantic. I think she was just releasing pent-up emotions. Anyway, I felt great too; with separation imminent, I might as well indulge myself. As our sex life progressed, our feelings deepened. She often said she was afraid I would leave her after I went to university, and given her parents' divorce and her sisters' separation, I couldn't bear to see her often hesitant and melancholic face. One day, I suggested that to prove our love would never change, we get tattoos together, etching our vows of love onto our bodies.
She was thrilled, hugging my neck and shedding tears of joy. She even gave me oral sex, something she'd never done before. That was my first time experiencing oral sex; the feeling of my penis moving in and out of her slippery mouth was a completely different sensation… We went to a tattoo parlor, and after some searching and adding our own designs, we each got a blue butterfly tattooed on our tailbone, its wings a stylized version of each other's names. Because of this blue butterfly, I had to cover the tattoo with concealer during every school physical exam. Fortunately, my classmate was loyal and careful not to undress at school, so she wasn't expelled during my four years of university.
When I first entered university, Ding Rou often corresponded with me. During holidays, I would go home, or she would come to Beijing to see me. When we met, we would naturally make love to our hearts' content, giving off a feeling of "absence makes the heart grow fonder." I especially loved kissing her blue butterfly-shaped breasts after we made love. She told me she was studying beauty and hairdressing, and that her sister in Shenzhen wanted to learn it too. Maybe she would go to Shenzhen, or maybe her sister would go back to their hometown; the two sisters were planning to open a beauty and hairdressing salon. I was happy for them both. I even joked that they were born on the same day and wanted to die on the same day.
Later, in my sophomore year, Ding Rou suddenly stopped writing to me. I wrote her several letters, but she didn't reply.
I thought she might have a new boyfriend. By then, I felt much more mature and realized that perhaps our vows back then were more about sex than love. So in my last letter to her, I told her not to reply if she wanted to break up. She didn't reply, and our first love ended just like that… I never contacted Ding Rou again. Many girls pursued me in university, including many beautiful women, and I enjoyed my carefree life. Although I didn't find true love in university, I accumulated a wealth of sexual experience. I was quick-witted and had excellent reasoning skills; I could solve nine out of ten school simulations, earning me the title of the most promising student from my teachers. Coupled with my handsome appearance and extensive sexual experience, I was practically a heartbreaker at the police academy.
In those two years, I had three girlfriends, none of whom were virgins. I finally realized that I wasn't one of the few pioneers who enjoyed sex too early; the saying "true love is hard to find" is a real social phenomenon in this era. Therefore, I never truly fell in love, but I often thought of Ding Rou. It turned out that Ding Rou was the only love I ever truly loved; she was my first love. Sometimes, when I look in the mirror with my back to her, admiring the blue butterfly tattoo with the distorted name "Ding Rou" on my tailbone, I can't help but think of my unforgettable true love and those romantic vows.
So after graduation, I resolutely returned to my hometown to work, but Ding Rou had moved, and I had no news of her whatsoever,
assuming she had gone to Shenzhen. Until that class reunion, which Ding Rou didn't attend, we chatted about our lives. One classmate mentioned accompanying a friend to a beauty salon, and the owner was actually Ding Rou. That's when I realized Ding Rou actually worked in my district. I asked why I hadn't invited Ding Rou to the reunion, and the classmate said Ding Rou seemed like a different person, ignoring old classmates and never attending any reunions. I think maybe she was traumatized by her parents' divorce or embarrassed to face old friends after failing to get into university. However, hearing news of her was a relief. Although our old feelings might not rekindle, I really wanted to see my first love, whom I had always cherished.
That day, I left work early, telling my family I'd be home late. After leaving the police station, I went straight to a
beauty salon called "Lirou." The shop was a converted ground-floor balcony (a common type of small commercial storefront in residential areas). Upon entering, a young woman with a smile asked if I wanted a haircut or a beauty treatment. I looked around; it was a beauty salon converted from a home. The main hall was partitioned, half for hairdressing, half for two beauty rooms separated by wooden walls, and two inner rooms. One had a small "Beauty Room" sign on the door, the other didn't, and the door was closed. I guessed that room was probably the owner's bedroom, not a workplace.
There were no customers in the shop; usually, there weren't many at this time. I wanted to surprise Ding Rou, so I didn't go directly to her. My hair needed a trim anyway, so I told the young woman I wanted a haircut. After washing my hair, the young woman asked if I had a specific hairdresser. I was delighted and told her Ding Rou's name. The young girl told me that Ding Rou had gone out, but wouldn't be long. She asked if I wanted to wait or change hairdressers. I jokingly asked, "Does your little shop have many hairdressers and beauticians?"
The girl blushed a little shyly and said, "Our beauticians here can also cut hair. Although I haven't been here long, I can also do hairdressing and beauty treatments." I looked at the girl, who was petite and cute, and thought that Ding Rou might not be back for a while. I figured I might as well try her skills to avoid the awkwardness of waiting here. So I asked the girl to cut my hair. Although the girl looked young, her technique was quite good, and her movements were very smooth. Perhaps it was a professional habit, or perhaps I was eager to know about Ding Rou's recent situation, but during the haircut, I asked about the shop as if we were having a casual chat.
The girl was very talkative, and her voice was very pleasant. She told me that the shop was doing quite well because it was the only shop in the residential area, so there wasn't much competition, and the residents here were all well-off, so many people came for beauty treatments. Besides the owner (Ding Rou), there were two beauticians and hairdressers in the shop, but Ding Rou's sister, Ding Li, wasn't there. The young woman told me she was new and still on probation, and that her name was "Xiao Fang."
Just as Xiao Fang finished cutting my hair and was about to blow-dry it, a familiar figure walked in—it was Ding Rou. She had changed a lot; her clothes were more fashionable, and even her eyes looked more mature. I looked at her with eager eyes. She glanced at me as she entered, then looked away, as if she had seen a lecherous man spying on her. My heart skipped a beat, like a bucket of cold water had been poured over my head. "Has she forgotten me, or did I do something to make her hate me?" I wondered. "Is she angry because she knows about my affairs in college?
But she was the one who ignored me first." Countless questions swirled in my mind, but I didn't know the answer. I wandered aimlessly, lost in thought,
not even noticing Xiao Fang had finished cutting my hair. "Sir, it's finished, sir..." Xiao Fang's voice pulled me back to reality from my chaotic thoughts. "Ah, I'm sorry," I said apologetically.
"Is it alright?" Xiao Fang asked cautiously. I looked at myself in the mirror, touched my hair, composed myself, and forced a smile, saying to Xiaofang, "Very good, thank you." Xiaofang was delighted to hear the praise and sweetly replied, "Welcome to come again next time..." I went to the cashier's counter. Ding Rou stood there as if she didn't recognize me. Perhaps not wanting to offend a customer, she forced a smile and said, "Five yuan, thank you."
My heart skipped a beat. "Is this my Ding Rou?" I asked myself. "Could it be wrong? It's impossible that I would meet someone with the same name and appearance. Could she really hate me?" I took out the money and handed it to her with a questioning smile. She took the money and thanked me. Seeing that I hadn't left and was still smiling at her, she turned her face up and looked at me with a questioning expression. I shrugged, blinked, and held my words back, continuing to observe her expression. She seemed to understand something from my eyes and looked at me carefully for the first time. I finally blurted out what I wanted to say, "What, don't you recognize me?" After saying that, I made the same face I used to use to make her laugh when we were together.
Her eyes seemed to be rapidly searching for memories. Suddenly, she seemed to remember something, pointing at me and saying,
"You, you are... weren't you studying in Beijing?" I knew she remembered me, but she was full of doubts. Although I had changed a bit since then, I wasn't drastically different, and we had only been apart for three years. Besides, I was her first love; how unforgettable that must have been. I concealed my displeasure and put on a dashing smile, saying, "I graduated and came back. Long time no see. Congratulations on your wish finally coming true..."
Ding Rou quickly hid her flustered and embarrassed expression, avoiding my gaze. She wanted to explain but didn't know where to begin. She told Xiao Fang to watch the shop and invited me into her bedroom.
The room was large, with a separate bathroom and all the necessary furniture, like a small family home. Ding Rou invited me to sit down, handed me a glass of water, and sat opposite me, somewhat embarrassed, saying, "Long time no see. When did you come back? Didn't you stay in Beijing to work?"
I noticed she didn't look me in the eye, as if she didn't hate me, but rather seemed afraid of me. We talked about our experiences over the years, but I sensed a lot of reservation in her words. She only mentioned that she opened this shop after graduating from vocational school, avoiding any discussion of her private life. When I asked about her sister, Ding Li, she said she hadn't been in contact with her for many years. I wanted to ask her why she hadn't replied to my letters, which led to our breakup. But I swallowed the words, thinking that it wouldn't be good to ask such an awkward question right after so many years. There would be plenty of opportunities later; we could get to know
each other slowly. So I changed the subject, hoping to reminisce and reconnect, paving the way for future interactions. But Ding Rou seemed to have a much worse memory; she either couldn't remember many things or spoke about them vaguely. I was at a loss for words, after all, we hadn't seen each other for many years, and there might be a barrier to communication. I thought that she might have had some experiences she didn't want to talk about over the years, and everyone has their privacy, so I didn't dare to ask too much.
I figured there would be plenty of opportunities, and we lived so close, we could slowly rebuild our relationship. I wanted to invite her to a restaurant for dinner to catch up, but customers kept coming in, and she had to work, so I gave up on that idea. We exchanged contact information, and I told her that I worked at the nearby police station, and that there would be plenty of time in the future, and we agreed to get together sometime… After leaving the restaurant, I found a place to eat a simple dinner, and when I got home, I couldn't do anything else; my mind was constantly on Ding Rou. Ding Rou had changed a lot, but she gave me a new feeling. Maybe it was because I still cherished that beautiful first love. I really wanted to have another chance to be with Ding Rou again. So I called Ding Rou and asked her to have dinner with me. At first, Ding Rou hesitated, saying that the shop would be very busy, but after my repeated requests, she finally agreed to have lunch together.
The next day, I took the afternoon off and went to Ding Rou's shop. When Ding Rou saw me, dressed in a police uniform, suddenly enter her shop, she quickly came to greet me, her expression a little unnatural. Perhaps it was because we hadn't seen each other for many years and she was a little flustered about meeting again. We found a nearby restaurant and chatted for a while before she regained her composure. I asked her about her daily life, and she told me that she just worked every day and there wasn't much else. Listening to her situation, I felt that she seemed to be single, so I tentatively asked, "Do you have a boyfriend now?" She shook her head and said no. Perhaps afraid that I wouldn't believe her, she added, "Look how busy I am now, I don't have time." After saying that, she realized that the reason was far-fetched and added, "If I did, I wouldn't be out with you alone." I was secretly pleased, as if I had seen a glimmer of hope.
Still a little curious, I asked again, "Why did you break up with your ex?" She paused, glanced at me, and swallowed back what she was about to say, pursing her lips and smiling helplessly, "If you can't get along, you break up." Seeing that she didn't want to talk about it, I changed the subject, asking, "How's your sister? Wasn't she supposed to open a beauty salon with you?
What about your parents now...?" Before I could finish my question, Ding Rou seemed to choke on her food, coughed a few times, waved her hand, and ran into the bathroom, only to come out after a long while. I asked her, "Are you alright?" She said, "It's nothing," and continued our conversation. She told me that her mother and sister had gone abroad and she hadn't been in contact with them for over two years. Her father was retired and lived alone, and she would visit him sometimes.
She mentioned that her mother was responsible for her parents' divorce. I noticed a strange expression in her eyes when she mentioned her mother and sister, so I didn't press the matter further and changed the subject. She seemed a little surprised that I changed the subject, but she relaxed and became more engaged in the conversation. She pressed me about my life over the years, and I told her about all sorts of things, including that I was still single and hinted that I wanted to get back together with her. Seeing that she seemed hesitant, I romantically recounted some beautiful little stories from our time together. She listened with great interest and finally smiled broadly.
I decided to pursue Ding Rou again, so whenever I had free time, I would go to her shop to meet up. Yes, she gradually overcame the initial awkwardness we felt when we first reunited, and we seemed to have returned to the days of our first love.
That noon, there were no customers in her shop. Actually, I had been observing her for a long time; except for weekends, her shop wasn't busy during the day. Most of the residents in this neighborhood were white-collar workers who worked during the day, and the peak hours for Ding Rou's shop were after 7 pm and on weekends. Therefore, the two beauticians who came usually didn't start work until after 5 pm, leaving only Ding Rou and Xiao Fang to mind the shop during the day. These past few days, Xiao Fang had taken leave to visit relatives in her hometown, so the shop was empty. Thus, I came every day to have lunch with Ding Rou.
That day was hot, so we ate cold noodles. After lunch, I held Ding Rou, who was wearing a tank top, and we took a nap together. I don't know if it was the hot weather or just the pent-up energy from being cooped up for so long. Since we rekindled our relationship, Ding Rou and I had mostly just held hands, hugged each other, and exchanged brief kisses. If I tried to get any closer
, Ding Rou would resist. There were other people in the shop, so I didn't dare force her. I thought maybe it was because we didn't have enough time, or maybe I was afraid the people outside would hear. I'd find another opportunity later. Today was the perfect opportunity. My heart was pounding, and Ding Rou was already asleep. So I quietly slipped my hand inside her tank top, which was pressed against her skin. The long-lost feeling returned; her skin was still as smooth and soft as before. I stroked her waist upwards, but Ding Rou didn't react much. Perhaps she was asleep. She was sleeping with her back to me, and she wasn't wearing a bra under her tank top. I gently caressed her breasts. Her breasts were slightly larger and more elastic than before. As I touched them, her nipples hardened, but she still didn't react. I didn't know if she was having a wet dream or secretly enjoying my tenderness.
I continued to gently knead her breasts with one hand, while the other hand began to stroke her thighs. From bottom to top, I gently and slowly stroked her, drawing small circles on the inside of her thighs with my fingertips. Then, through her panties, I touched her vulva. I could feel her vaginal fluids, soaking through her panties. So, I slipped my fingers inside her panties, following the lubricated flow of her vagina, and extended them further in. I finally heard her soft moans, and her body temperature gradually increased, but she still didn't move. My penis was already erect, and the desire that had been suppressed for so long erupted at this moment. I probed her slippery vagina enough, then pulled my hand out and slowly pulled down her panties. Seeing that she still didn't move, I figured she probably liked my gentle approach to intercourse.
So, suppressing my frantic urge, I pulled down my pants, lifted my erect penis, and carefully inserted it into her vagina, slowly inserting it and carefully withdrawing it, afraid of disturbing her tender "sleep."
I inserted slowly but deeply, each thrust eliciting a harmonious moan from her. She finally stirred, one hand caressing her breast, the other her labia and my thrusting penis. One leg rubbed against my calf in rhythm with my thrusts. I increased the speed of my thrusts, and her moans grew louder. I couldn't contain my excitement, grabbing her breasts and pressing her down, kissing her snow-white back.
I arched my hips and thrust wildly into her clitoris from behind. She cried out, struggling slightly, her hands gripping my buttocks and waist. Since neither of us had completely taken off our underwear, our legs weren't spread apart, and her vagina was very tight. My thrusts weren't large, my penis moving rapidly inside her vagina. Her cries echoed the rhythm of my thrusts, making me even more excited. It was my first time making love like this, it felt like raping her. I had reached orgasm, and I didn't want to change positions, so I kept thrusting into her forcefully until I ejaculated.
I turned to my side and resumed my sleeping position, not rushing to pull my penis out of her vagina. I was breathing heavily, but
Ding Rou remained silent. We remained silent like this until my penis slowly softened, and the semen flowed down our genitals onto the sheets. I casually pulled out a few tissues from the bedside and wiped our genitals and the semen off the bed. My lips continued to gently kiss her sweaty shoulders and tender neck, but she still did not make a sound.
Lunch break was over, and I quickly got up and put on my shirt and pants. I saw Ding Rou still lying blankly on the bed, her back to me, without any reaction. But the blue butterfly tattoo on her tailbone was still clearly imprinted there. I felt a surge of sweetness in my heart, gently kissed her pretty face, and stroked her blue butterfly with my fingers. I whispered in her ear, "I came to see you after work. I'm so happy today." After saying that, seeing that she still didn't say anything, I whispered in her ear again, "I will always love you the same as before, just like the blue butterfly on our bodies, it will never change." As soon as I finished speaking,
she trembled, turned her head and looked directly at me, wanting to say something but not saying anything. I was in a hurry to get to work and didn't pay attention. I kissed her face again and left in a hurry... After work, I lied and said that I was working overtime and didn't go home. I went straight to Ding Rou's shop. Xiao Fang wasn't in the shop and was very busy. Ding Rou was a little awkward when she saw me. She said that she was very busy and wouldn't be able to get off work until very late, so I didn't need to wait for her. I told her I didn't need to go home tonight to wait for her so we could have a late-night snack together. She thought about it for a moment and didn't refuse, telling me to wait in her room.
The shop was really busy; Ding Rou didn't have time until after 10 PM. She ordered takeout and we ate together. After the two beauticians left, Ding Rou closed the shop. We sat facing each other, with the leftover food still on the table. I took the initiative to clean it up, trying to break the slightly awkward atmosphere. Ding Rou started washing the dishes. After I finished cleaning up the leftovers, I wiped the table clean. Gazing at Ding Rou's graceful back as she washed the dishes, my desire intensified. I quietly approached Ding Rou and hugged her slender waist from behind. She trembled slightly, sighed softly, and continued washing the dishes. My lips were already on Ding Rou's pink neck, and I could faintly hear her soft moans.
My hand slipped under her clothes, touching her smooth, soft skin. Ding Rou's breathing quickened. I moved my hand upwards; she was wearing a silk lingerie, the thin, fine fabric clinging to her firm breasts. Ding Rou had finished washing the dishes and was gently wiping her hands with a cloth, as if she didn't want to break the warm atmosphere. I was also gentle, slowly moving my hands to caress her, trying to touch every sensitive nerve beneath her skin. My lower body was already erect, pressing against the sensitive area between Ding Rou's buttocks through my pants. I gently moved back and forth, touching her erogenous zones with each stroke. With her rapid breathing and feeling her heartbeat quicken as my left hand caressed her breasts, I knew I had ignited the flames of desire within her.
Just then, Ding Rou gently grasped my hands, which were slowly tightening their grip. She exhaled softly, composed herself, and turned around, looking at my face with loving eyes. Then, she gently stroked my cheeks, her gaze finally settling on mine. Our eyes met, and Ding Rou's beautiful face pierced my trembling heart. Boundless love welled up within me, conveying itself to Ding Rou through my eyes. Ding Rou seemed to receive my telepathic message, gazing into my eyes as she asked, "No matter what mistakes I've made, will you still love me the way you loved Ding Rou before?"
"Aren't you Ding Rou? No matter what you've been through all these years, I will love you the same way I always have,"
I said sincerely. Ding Rou's eyes reddened, revealing gratitude and a beautiful vision of the future. We were both moved by this touching scene, and the flames of passion were rekindled. We kissed passionately and caressed each other deeply. In the heat of passion, there was no time to undress. Our hands frantically caressed each other inside our clothes. I unhooked Ding Rou's bra, but because she was also gripping my back urgently, I couldn't take off her top. I could only knead her soft breasts inside her clothes with my hands.
Our lower bodies collided through our skirts and pants. My erection made my pants feel tight, and my penis was already leaking fluid that soaked my underwear. I hurriedly freed my hands to take off my t-shirt, unbuckle my belt, and pull down my underwear. Before I could take it off, I lifted Ding Rou's skirt and forcefully ripped off her underwear. Ding Rou also took the opportunity to take off her top, hugged my naked upper body tightly, and kissed my face, neck, and chest wildly.
With one hand I grabbed her buttocks and the other I touched her labia, poking her vagina with my fingers. Soon, Ding Rou had her first orgasm, moaning, "Ah, ah, ah..." Her vaginal fluids were already flowing down my fingers. I quickly pressed her against the kitchen table, lifted her right leg with my right hand, supported her buttocks with my left hand, and thrust my penis deep into her vagina, pressing against her cervix. After several forceful thrusts, Ding Rou let out passionate moans, and I also entered my peak state.
I lifted Ding Rou with both hands, swaying her body up and down. Ding Rou bent her snow-white legs, tightly wrapping them around my buttocks. Her vagina clenched even tighter, and I thrust rhythmically in and out of her clitoris. She held me tightly with both arms, and I heard Ding Rou's excited moans in my ears. Those beautiful sounds stimulated every nerve in my body. Her juices flowed down my penis, down my thighs, and down to my feet. We were intimately intertwined, again and again... In the dim light, we lay exhausted on the bed, our long-suppressed desires released to their fullest extent in this enchanting night. There was still lingering sweat on our bodies, giving off a captivating fragrance.
Ding Rou closed her eyes, enjoying my gentle kisses and caresses. Her even breaths lingered in my ear. The blue butterfly tattoo turned green under the dim yellow light. I lay on Ding Rou's legs, kissing her firm buttocks and lower back, gazing at the design that represented our love, and I couldn't help but savor its texture.
My eyes widened, my heart nearly stopped. I couldn't believe my eyes; the butterfly tattoo on Ding Rou's tailbone wasn't the design we'd originally planned. Although the size, color, and overall pattern were similar, it was definitely not the same blue butterfly.
I used to often lie on Ding Rou's leg, admiring her butterfly tattoo, just like today. It was a design from a tattoo shop, but we'd changed the butterfly's wing pattern back then—a stylized version of our names. Ding Rou's butterfly had my name on its wings, but now, the wings of her tattoo looked like ordinary butterfly wings. "Could she have removed the old ink and changed it to this design? Did she want to break up with me then, didn't reply to my letters, and even changed her tattoo to completely forget me?"
I wondered anxiously. The room was dimly lit, making it hard to see if there were any traces of tattoo removal ink on her skin, so I decided to find a brighter spot to examine it closely. That night, I couldn't sleep, thinking about it constantly. I didn't know whether I hoped she'd removed it or not. If she had washed it, it meant her feelings for me had been tempered and were no longer as pure as before. If she hadn't washed it, then the person beside me wasn't the Ding Rou I knew, yet she was still using Ding Rou's identity.
I kept replaying every scene and
every word we exchanged when we reunited. The more I thought about it, the more I felt Ding Rou had changed. But people change after so many years apart; perhaps she had experienced something extraordinary. I kept reassuring myself, drifting off to sleep until dawn. We ate breakfast together and were just about to leave for work when the door opened. Xiao Fang had returned to work and greeted me. I felt a little awkward and lied, saying I was there to inform Ding Rou about a class reunion. Xiao Fang was very naive and didn't suspect anything. Ding Rou secretly told me not to come for lunch, as it wouldn't be convenient with Xiao Fang there. As a police officer, my image was important, and I didn't want anyone to know too obviously, so I agreed not to come for lunch but invited her out for lunch. She agreed, we arranged a time, and then I went to work. I had planned to take advantage of the midday sun to verify Ding Rou's tattoo, but the plan fell through.
Xiao Fang was living with Ding Rou, so I no longer had the chance to be intimate with her in her room. Sometimes I'd meet her after dark for walks and quick sex in dark corners, so I didn't have many opportunities to verify her butterfly tattoo. However, this relieved some of my psychological pressure. Although it felt like a thorn in my heart, as time went on, my feelings for Ding Rou deepened, and I tried to stop thinking about it.
That evening, Ding Rou told me she was going south to buy goods the next day, and would be gone for about a week. She told me to call her if I needed anything.
With our separation imminent, we naturally wanted to be more intimate, so I treated her to a romantic candlelight dinner at a Western restaurant. After dinner, we strolled in the city park, hand in hand, until it was dark. The crescent moon hung in the clear night sky.
We turned off the dimly lit path and into a grove of trees, a favorite spot for lovers to make love outdoors, a place we often frequented. Ding Rou, having had a little red wine, was brimming with desire. I, too, hadn't been able to touch her these past few days due to work. In the soft moonlight, her slightly flushed, blushing face stirred a tingling sensation within me. Summer was over, and the evening air was beginning to cool. Ding Rou was wearing trousers and a tight-fitting thin fleece jacket, her perfect figure on full display. We returned to our usual spot, a short, forked tree. I hung my peaked cap and jacket on a short, thick branch and began our foreplay.
Since it was outdoors, we had to be quick. The foreplay was simple: I simply unbuttoned my shirt, allowing Ding Rou to touch my skin, while I slipped my hand inside her clothes to caress her. Afterwards, we unbuckled our belts, reached inside our pants, and caressed each other's genitals. When my penis was erect, her labia were wet, and we were sure no one was around, Ding Rou turned around, pressed her body against the tree trunk, and I pulled down her pants, unzipped my own, took out my penis, put on a condom, and inserted it into Ding Rou's vagina from behind. Because we were in a public place, we didn't dare make too much noise, only moaning softly.
I gripped Ding Rou's buttocks tightly with both hands, rhythmically thrusting into her clitoris. Ding Rou held onto the tree trunk with one hand, and with the other, she caressed her labia and my moving penis from below. Because we would be apart for several days, I wanted to last longer. Whenever I felt the urge to ejaculate, I slowed down, or pulled out my penis and rubbed her clitoris with my hand for a while, making Ding Rou ejaculate. Fortunately, there was no external interference. We lasted a long time this time, until I couldn't hold back any longer and ejaculated… Ding Rou had been away on a business trip for three days, just finished with a census, and was finally relaxing, but her lover wasn't by her side. I called Ding Rou and chatted for a while; without sex, I felt incredibly bored. I noticed several notices on the table regarding the extension of temporary residence permits for migrant workers in the district. Flipping through them, I
found one for Xiao Fang. Having nothing else to do, I decided to deliver it to her personally and get her hair cut while I was at it. When I arrived at the shop, only Xiao Fang was there. I gave her the notice and asked her to cut my hair. Xiao Fang washed my hair first, and I closed my eyes, enjoying her soft hands gently scratching my head. After the wash, there was a 45-minute massage. Whether she was doing it on purpose or simply lacked energy, her hands moved over my body, kneading and massaging, making me feel itchy and wanting sex.
To distract myself, I asked Xiao Fang about her experiences working in the city. I actually knew quite a bit about Xiao Fang; Ding Rou had told me. Xiao Fang came from the countryside and stayed in the city to work after graduating from a beauty and hairdressing school. She had worked at several beauty salons before, but none for long. She had been with Ding Rou for less than three months, still in her probationary period. Xiaofang said that some city people are very cunning; they don't renew her employment after her probation period and hire other interns instead, all to avoid paying her a regular salary. So, she hasn't saved any money yet, and even paying for her temporary residence permit is difficult.
She hopes Ding Rou can keep her as a full-time employee. Knowing my relationship with Ding Rou, she begged me to plead her case and keep her. I knew Ding Rou was very satisfied with her work performance and had decided to make her a full-time employee after the probation period, so I readily agreed to do her a favor. Xiaofang's profuse thanks made me a little embarrassed, so I simply offered to process her temporary residence permit for free. Xiaofang was even more excited and worked even harder, making me even more aroused.
After the haircut, I asked Xiaofang if she had eaten lunch. She said no, so I generously treated her to lunch at a restaurant.
Although lunch was simple, Xiaofang was very satisfied, and seeing me drinking alone and feeling down, she even drank a little with me. After the meal, I took Xiaofang back to the shop. There wasn't much work to do at the police station these days, so being a little late didn't matter. Inside, it was just the two of us. There are usually no customers at lunchtime; they close for a lunch break if you don't have a reservation, so we entered through the back door. We were both a little tipsy. Xiaofang's touch had left us feeling itchy, and now, wearing a tight-fitting dress, her petite figure looked incredibly alluring. My desire flared.
Xiaofang asked what I wanted to drink, and I jokingly replied, "I want you." A blush spread across Xiaofang's face;
she wasn't angry, just shy. I knew immediately she was interested in me, and I felt like I was back in my college days as a Casanova.
I took off my coat, removed my police cap, and walked over to Xiaofang with a smile, revealing my Casanova nature. I put one arm around her shoulder and lifted her chin with the other, pulling her downcast face. Xiaofang blushed even more, her eyes filled with longing, a mixture of resistance and shyness. I tentatively kissed her cheek, and she shyly turned her head away, not rejecting me. I knew it was the right time, so I turned her face towards my lips and kissed them. I deeply kissed her mouth, and I slipped my tongue into her mouth, teasing hers. She responded gently, her breath still carrying the sweet scent of oranges from lunch.
I was burning with desire and couldn't control myself. I hurriedly took off my shirt and pants, removed Xiaofang's dress, and laid her flat on the massage bed. Xiaofang's dark, delicate skin attracted my lips and hands, which roamed over her petite body. Although Xiaofang's figure wasn't as slender as Ding Rou's, her petite and exquisite body had its own unique charm. Her pure and simple face, coupled with her magnetic and melodious voice, made her even more captivating.
Xiaofang lay flat on the massage bed, one hand gripping the edge of the bed, the other gently stroking my back. Her delicate little feet rubbed together, her body trembling slightly, her body temperature rising, allowing me to kiss and caress her sensitive areas at will. I finally removed her black panties. Her sparse, naturally growing pubic hair and labia, close to her skin tone, resembled an untouched, pristine field. A slight secretion was already flowing from her vagina, moistening her labia. I was already intoxicated by this peach-shaped area. I gently parted her labia and slowly licked them with my tongue. The sour, lustful fluid flowed out with Xiaofang's soft moans. I withdrew my tongue and gently rubbed her vulva with my fingers. Xiaofang couldn't help but cry out, "Ah, ah..." I inserted my fingers deeper into her vagina, and she cried out even more joyfully. Seeing that she didn't seem to be in pain, I asked, "Xiaofang, you're not a virgin, are you?"
Xiaofang's eyes were half-closed, and she didn't stop moaning, only nodding repeatedly. A surge of joy filled me. No longer cautious, I pulled down my underwear; my penis was already hard. The massage bed couldn't withstand such activity from two people, so I lifted Xiaofang upright, sat on the barber's chair, and had her straddle me. My penis was deeply inserted into her slippery vagina. Xiaofang was very light. I held her small waist and slid her back and forth on my penis, while my lips roamed over her firm breasts.
My thick penis was inside her narrow vagina, moving up and down, left and right, her alluring moans filling me with a sense of conquest. I hadn't expected such a seductive woman to exist beneath her innocent exterior. After sitting for a while, I straightened up, held her buttocks, and made love to her standing up. My arms ached, so I put her back on the massage bed, pulled her thighs closer, stood at the foot of the bed, and continued to penetrate her clitoris.
It was my first time trying Xiaofang's "taste," and it was truly pleasurable. I did it with her twice that afternoon. When I got dressed, my legs felt a little sore. Seeing Xiaofang lying on the massage bed, still basking in the afterglow, I gently kissed her again and told her not to tell anyone, especially Ding Rou, or she would be fired. Xiaofang was terrified of losing her job and having to start all over again. Hearing me say that, she immediately agreed. I reassured her that I guaranteed she would be retained and become a full-time employee, and promised to help her transfer her household registration to the city after she had worked for a while. Xiaofang was even happier to hear that and said she would listen to me in everything from now on. I told her I would come to see her again the next day at noon and we made plans to have lunch together. Afterward, I went to work with great enthusiasm. In the following days, I had lunch with Xiaofang every day. To avoid being seen, I always ordered takeout from restaurants and brought it to the restaurant to eat with Xiaofang. Of course, we also had intimate contact every day. During these days, I also learned a little about Xiaofang's private life.
It turns out that Xiaofang had married a young man from the village at the age of seventeen, arranged by her parents. Because she was too young, they didn't get a marriage certificate, intending to wait until she was old enough. However, the young man died in a car accident in the city. Her mother-in-law called her a jinx and sent her back to her parents' home. Fortunately, she had no children. Xiaofang couldn't stay in the village any longer, so she came to the city to learn a skill, hoping to stay. I felt sorry for her pitiful background, and coupled with our physical intimacy over the past few days, I couldn't help but feel a sense of responsibility towards her.
Although I really like Xiaofang, my feelings are more lustful than emotional. Xiaofang didn't get a marriage certificate when she got married, so legally she's still considered unmarried. While she's not a virgin, virgins are hard to find in the city these days, so I'm thinking of introducing her to a boy sometime in the future. I have a friend in the household registration department; if she marries a city person, transferring her household registration won't be a problem.
Today is the day Dingrou is coming back, and I went to the train station to pick her up early this morning. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, and we were very affectionate upon seeing each other. I took her back to the shop, arranged to have lunch together, and then rushed off to work. At noon, I took the afternoon off to pick up Dingrou. She had prepared several dishes and wanted to have a meal with me at her home. Dingrou sent Xiaofang away to run errands, gave her money, and told her to eat lunch out and that she was free to do whatever she wanted and come back in the evening. Xiaofang was a little jealous, but there was nothing she could do. She said she was going to see a fellow villager and left.
After lunch and a short rest, we started our post-absence... (Please beware of nude chat scams!) The two of us were intertwined,
our bodies drenched in sweat, passionate moans filling the room. My favorite position was the traditional missionary, where I stretched my legs, wrapped my arms around Ding Rou's shoulders from behind, and used my waist and feet to thrust in and out of her vagina. Ding Rou would clamp her legs tightly around my waist and hips, grip my back with her hands, and rub her feet against my buttocks and thighs. I could see the look of ecstasy on her face, and hear her moans of bliss.
After our final act in the bathroom, we lay exhausted on the bed. Ding Rou closed her eyes, enjoying my caresses and kisses. Having made love to Xiao Fang every day for the past few days, and then four times in a row today, I was quite tired. My hands and lips moved slowly over her snow-white body. A wisp of sunlight blew open the curtains, dividing the bed in two. That ray of light shone on Ding Rou's lower back, and I knew my chance had come. I gently laid Ding Rou flat on her side, making her lie face down. The sunlight shone directly on the blue butterfly tattoo.
It was crystal clear. With a heart full of trepidation, I carefully examined the patterns on the butterfly wings.
My vision blurred, my heart nearly leaped out of my chest. I had been deceiving myself, hoping that the dim lighting and clouded judgment had caused me to misjudge the situation. But now, my eyes and my mind were crystal clear. That blue butterfly was definitely not the one we had tattooed before. There were no signs of it being cleaned; it was clearly tattooed like this from the beginning. The previous one, because it was a variation of my name, had asymmetrical patterns on the two wings, while this one was a symmetrical pair of wings—a normal butterfly tattoo.
My professional intuition kicked in, and I sensed something sinister. I had to remain calm and investigate thoroughly. In an instant, I had devised a plan.
As evening approached, two beauticians and Xiao Fang arrived at the shop, and the number of customers gradually increased. Ding Rou's regular customers lined up to wait for her, and I tactfully took my leave. As I stepped out of the shop, I couldn't help but look up and see the sign above the door that read "Lirou Beauty and Hairdressing."
My heart skipped a beat; I had finally found the starting point for solving the case.
Without evidence, it was all just my speculation, and I didn't want to alert the perpetrators without concrete proof. So I didn't call the police. I considered telling my uncle, but then I thought better of it. If they investigated, I would inevitably have to reveal my past relationship with Ding Rou, and my current sexual relationship with this "Ding Rou." Although time had passed and I hadn't broken the law, it would still damage my reputation and affect my future image as a law enforcement officer. Ultimately, I decided to ask my cousin for help.
My cousin, also a graduate of the Criminal Investigation Department of the Public Security University, is four years older than me and is now an outstanding detective in the Criminal Investigation Brigade. Two years ago, he cracked a large-scale case involving the abduction of women and children, received the Youth Commando Award, and was promoted to plainclothes detective in the Criminal Investigation Brigade. In recent years, he has solved several major cases, becoming another outstanding police officer in our family after my uncle. My mother's family is a police force. My cousin, myself, and my two younger cousins who are currently studying at the Police University are all the next generation of police elites that my uncle wants to cultivate. We've idolized our uncle since childhood and have been taught by him to hate evil. Although I have deep feelings for this "Ding Rou," it can't stop my determination to uncover the truth behind the crime.
That night, I didn't go home for dinner but met up with my cousin. I told him what I had discovered and my deductions. My cousin first scolded me a bit about my conduct. I thought to myself, thank goodness I didn't tell him about my affair with Xiao Fang at university, or he would have scolded me to death. Difficult cases are something every dedicated police officer is passionate about, and my cousin's interest was piqued as soon as he got involved in the case. So we exchanged ideas and made plans.
I continued to associate with Ding Rou, secretly investigating her situation without revealing my feelings. My cousin was responsible for finding information about Ding Li.
As an agent, I needed to be a good actor. I often went to see Ding Rou. Now that I had a plan, I took advantage of the time to make love with her. Actually, I really loved her, especially in terms of passion; she gave me countless pleasures. I also took the opportunity to be intimate with Xiao Fang. She had been confirmed as employed, her salary had increased several times, and she received a commission at the end of the month. She was extremely grateful to me.
This girl was truly a rare beauty; making love with her was an art form. Of course, I also learned some things about Ding Rou's daily life through her. Xiao Fang hadn't been working for Ding Rou for long, so she didn't know much, but she learned many helpful clues from chatting with the other two beauticians.
Through my friend in the household registration department, I found out about Ding Rou's relocation history for the past three years. After combining the information, I discovered that Ding Rou had moved three times in the past three years, starting from when we stopped communicating. After the third move, she separated from her father. Her father lived in the same place, while Ding Rou bought the place where she now runs her beauty salon, living alone and supporting herself. She rarely visited her father, and her father never came to see her either.
However, every month Ding Rou would deposit half of her income into her father's bank account... Soon after, her cousin brought shocking news: three years ago, Ding Li's mother and her remarried husband died together in their Shenzhen home. Based on the traces left at the scene, the case was ruled a burglary and homicide. Ding Li disappeared, and the police suspected her of murder, but there was no news of her for three years. The Shenzhen police had contacted Ding Rou's family, but they couldn't find Ding Li's whereabouts. Over time, the case became a dead case.
Her cousin also brought back Ding Li's medical examination report from four years ago when she first went to Shenzhen with her mother. All the information pointed to the correctness of my reasoning, but it made it difficult for us to collect evidence. I compared Ding Rou's and Ding Li's medical examination reports; the two sisters' reports from the same period were exactly the same. Their height and weight were almost equal, their blood types were the same, and there were no DNA records. According to my memory from back then, Ding Rou didn't have any special marks on her body, except for the blue butterfly we tattooed together, but that couldn't be used as evidence in court, and the tattoo shop from back then had long since closed down.
Ding Rou said she hadn't contacted her sister for a long time. Although she had lied and said they had gone abroad, that wouldn't be a breakthrough to get her to confess. The only hope was Ding Rou's father, but that was slim. If he refused to testify or gave false testimony, alerting the suspects, all our efforts would be in vain, and I wouldn't be able to approach Ding Rou as easily as I do now. So we abandoned our strategy of starting with Ding's father.
After exchanging opinions, my cousin and I decided to first uncover the cause of death of Ding Li's mother and stepfather. Let's assume Ding Li committed the crime. Why? According to the evidence from that time, Ding Li's family had no interpersonal conflicts. No one at the beauty and hairdressing school Ding Li attended had ever seen her have a boyfriend. Neighbors also testified that Ding Li's mother and stepfather had a good relationship and they had never seen them argue. Their bodies were discovered three days after the incident. After much research, we reluctantly came to a few conclusions: first, Ding Li had a conflict with her family, impulsively killed them, and then fled here.
Secondly, a conflict with her family over something related to her boyfriend led to murder, after which she fled here. Later, due to guilt or some other reason, she broke up with her boyfriend. The reason for this second idea is that I know Ding Li (at this time, Ding Rou) was no longer a virgin when she had sex with me. Before Ding Li went to Shenzhen, she told me that her sister didn't have a boyfriend, and that she had a strong liking for me, her sister's boyfriend. Therefore, I guessed that Ding Li might have a boyfriend while in Shenzhen. Actually, I had another terrible deduction, but I didn't say it because it was against human ethics. It was hard to believe that such a thing could happen around me, but unexpectedly, it turned out to be the real reason for the case when the conclusion was reached. To prove our reasoning, another key point is where the real Ding Rou is.
We conducted many investigations, but we still couldn't find the whereabouts of the real Ding Rou, nor could we find strong evidence to prove that the current Ding Rou is actually Ding Li. Time passed little by little, and in the blink of an eye, it was the Spring Festival. That day, I received news that our high school reunion would be held at Ren's house on the seventh day of the first lunar month. I asked Ding Rou to go with me, but Ding Rou made an excuse not to attend. I knew she was afraid of revealing herself by meeting her old classmates, but even knowing she was an imposter,
there was nothing I could do but go to the reunion alone. Many old classmates attended, and as is customary, everyone reminisced. I tried to find some clues among them, but no matter how I asked, everyone said Ding Rou hadn't kept in touch with her classmates since graduation, and they knew very little about her. I was almost discouraged; perhaps Ding Rou's later life was destined to be an unsolved mystery. At the climax of the reunion, our homeroom teacher, Ms. Wen, brought out the gifts we had given her upon graduation for us to admire. We passed them around, reminiscing about her, and the atmosphere became even more lively.
Perhaps it was true that "Heaven's net is vast, its meshes are wide, yet nothing escapes it," because among the souvenirs for our teacher was something Ding Rou had given her years ago. It was a handmade card with words of gratitude written on it. What excited me most was that there was a thumbprint of Ding Rou on the card, dipped in ink, and the date from that year was also on the card. I confirmed with the teacher that it was indeed the gift Ding Rou had given her years ago, and that the fingerprint was actually suggested by the teacher and applied in front of her. I knew that Ding Rou's parents were going through a divorce, so she didn't ask her family for money to buy an expensive gift for the teacher. She wasn't a good student and her relationship with the teacher wasn't very close, so she only made a handmade thank-you card for the teacher. At the time, the teacher noticed a blank space on the card and suggested that Ding Rou leave a fingerprint, never expecting that years later it would become the only evidence to clear Ding Rou's name.
I borrowed the card from the teacher and secretly took Ding Li's fingerprint, giving it to my cousin for verification. I knew that the results would come out the next day, and my cousin would formally arrest and investigate Ding Li. This night would be my last sexual encounter with Ding Li. Recalling the past six months, our feelings for each other were incredibly strong, but I was about to handcuff her arms... After confirming it was safe (there was no anti-prostitution operation by the city police), I booked a room at a hotel and prepared a candlelight dinner, a farewell for her and for our love.
Unaware of the situation, Ding Li was extremely excited, chatting and laughing. She said it was the first time I had openly booked a hotel room with her, and she had drunk quite a lot to make it more enjoyable. I was afraid that drinking too much would lead me to reveal the truth and ruin things, so I made an excuse that I had a mission the next day and only drank a little. After dinner, as usual, we had to make love. The hotel facilities were indeed excellent; no wonder people like to have affairs in hotels. The large bed, big enough for four or five people, was perfect for us to roll around on. We were both naked, facing each other. With mixed feelings, I decided that tonight I must make the most of it. This might be the last time this beautiful woman would enjoy the most wonderful thing in her life.
Looking at Ding Li's fair and naked body, I thought of Ding Rou from years ago, and then recalled the emotional entanglement with Ding Li later, and my desire was aroused. I first touched and squeezed her pair of firm breasts; her nipples were like two small pink cherries, and I couldn't help but suck on them. Then I used my fingers to part her labia, and I saw her small vaginal opening appear in the pink flesh. I gently teased her clitoris, and her two pink legs trembled in response. Ding Li closed her eyes, enjoying my actions.
Her vagina was already wet from my fingers, so I lay on top of her and slowly inserted my erect penis. Ding Li hugged me tightly. With my rhythmic thrusting, Ding Li gradually reached her peak. I increased the speed of my thrusting, and she couldn't help but moan loudly. Her legs clamped tightly around me. To ensure that this might be her last sexual encounter was fully satisfied, I didn't indulge myself as before, but instead prepared to be a free male escort for the night, trying to give Ding Li the best possible sexual experience. I tried to minimize my own sensations, preventing my penis from becoming too sensitive and causing premature ejaculation.
I planned each step of the sexual encounter, engaging in long foreplay, using a combination of hand and mouth stimulation on every sensitive area, trying to arouse her desire to the extreme, so that she could experience orgasm during the foreplay.
During the process, I changed positions frequently, maintaining the rhythm and trying my best to prolong the intercourse. Afterwards, I made sure to finish off the act, ensuring she fell asleep comfortably.
Watching Ding Li sleep soundly with a happy smile, my heart was filled with turmoil, and I couldn't sleep. I thought this would be her last happy night; tomorrow she would be in detention. Would she hate me then? In the dim light, I carefully observed her beautiful face. She was sleeping sweetly, her head resting on my right arm and shoulder, like a newly fed infant.
I couldn't help but gently stroke her pretty face with my left hand. A flood of emotions overwhelmed me. I even considered waking her and telling her to escape, but my sense of justice told me I couldn't. Ding Li gently opened her sleepy eyes, saw me gazing at her affectionately, smiled slightly, reached out and touched my cheek, asking, "Why aren't you asleep?" I said, "I want to look at you a little longer." She laughed and said, "Is it because I won't be able to see you again...?" I thought to myself, maybe so, but I didn't say it aloud.
It was almost dawn. I said, "Did I wake you? Go back to sleep." Ding Li shook her head, pressed her face against my chest, closed her eyes in ecstasy, and stroked my genitals, murmuring, "If you have any requests now, I will definitely grant them." I understood that she was implying I should propose to her. If she were still Ding Rou, or a Ding Li who hadn't committed a crime, I definitely would. But… I thought of Ding Rou, and a pang of pain shot through my heart. Where was she now? Was she alive or dead? I took a deep breath, composed myself, and looked at Ding Li's face, saying, "Do you remember the first time we made love?"
Ding Li avoided my gaze and hummed in agreement. I knew she didn't know, so I didn't press her. I continued, "That time at my house, it was a candlelight dinner. That was our first time, such an unforgettable memory." Ding Li remained silent. I continued, "Do you remember before we got our blue butterfly tattoos, you gave me oral sex? How unforgettable."
Ding Li sighed softly and said, "Do you still want it?" I hummed in agreement. Ding Li gently moved her body and lay on top of my genitals, grasping my penis with one hand. She first gently licked the glans with her tongue, then put the penis in her mouth and gently licked it. The ticklish sensation made my tired penis erect again. Ding Li's sucking became faster and faster; I was about to climax. Ding Rou took my penis out of her mouth, but her hand was still rubbing it up and down. She pleaded, "Please don't ejaculate in my mouth, okay?"
I remembered that Ding Rou had asked me the same thing years ago. I felt a mixture of love and hate for Ding Li. I got up, pulled Ding Li over, pressed her back onto the bed, straddled her thighs, and thrust my erect penis straight into her clitoris from behind. Ding Li's vagina wasn't very wet yet, and the sudden thrust made her scream in pain. I ignored her and just kept thrusting, my mind wandering. These thoughts were actually interrupted by Ding... Li's cries startled me awake. I heard her sobbing, "Don't do this, please, don't..."
Actually, by this time, I had already released quite a bit of my semen, and Li's vagina was quite slippery, so she shouldn't feel any pain. But her cries were so pitiful, so I pulled out my penis and lay on her back, gathering my thoughts as I said, "I hurt you, I'm sorry." Li stopped crying, turned around, and hugged me tightly, saying tenderly, "It's okay, let's forget the past. From this moment on, we belong to each other. I will always belong to you, and you can do whatever you want..."
After she finished speaking, she kissed me passionately. The lust that had been extinguished by her earlier kiss rekindled within me. My lips, hands, and entire body roamed over her smooth, snow-white skin, my penis hardening again. When I kissed her buttocks, the blue butterfly tattoo caught my eye, and a slight surge of hatred welled up in my mind. I saw the dark brown anus between Ding Li's fair buttocks. I had tried anal penetration with my girlfriend in college before; it was a different kind of feeling, but most women would experience pain during anal penetration. I wanted to use Ding Li's anus to vent my hatred.
So, without consulting her, I lifted my slippery, erect penis and thrust it into Ding Li's anus. Although it was tight, I managed to insert it. Ding Li cried out once and then fell silent. I knew she was in pain, but I didn't care. This insertion relieved my slight hatred, replacing it with a long-lost feeling of pleasure. Anal penetration isn't as smooth as vaginal penetration, but the tightness is enough to heighten the sensitivity of the penis. After a dozen or so thrusts, I felt like I was about to ejaculate. I held back and thrust a few more times before finally giving in, pulling out and ejaculating my milky white semen onto her lower back. I was exhausted. I wiped the semen off both of us with tissues, then hugged Ding Li, who was slumped on the bed, and fell into a deep sleep.
My cousin's phone call woke me from my sleep. I answered the phone, and he told me the fingerprint analysis results, proving that the person I was with was indeed not Ding Rou. My cousin had contacted the Shenzhen Public Security Bureau, requesting them to find Ding Li's fingerprints to confirm that the "Ding Rou" beside me was his sister, Ding Li. Although this was an outcome I had anticipated, hearing this undeniable fact still made me feel dizzy. I ran to the bathroom and whispered to my cousin that we should go to the beauty salon at 8:30 to arrest her; I would be there to meet him. My cousin immediately guessed that I had spent the night with Ding Li. He scolded me and told me to be careful and make sure to bring Ding Li to the arrest location on time.
I specially treated Ding Li to a sumptuous breakfast and then took her home. Ding Li was very excited, talking non-stop the whole way, constantly hinting that I should propose to her. I mumbled something to that effect. When we got home, Ding Li had just changed her clothes when my cousin arrived with his men, showing me the newly issued arrest warrant and search warrant. I saw my cousin take out the gleaming handcuffs and recite a series of arrest procedure terms. Ding Li kept calling my name. I dared not look anymore, lowering my head to see my helpless expression reflected in the slicked-back leather shoes. I only heard the "click, click" of the handcuffs fastening, like two sharp swords piercing my ears. In an instant, I could hear nothing more. It wasn't until my cousin slapped my shoulder heavily that I snapped back to reality.
After searching Ding Li's house, I settled Xiao Fang in, asking her to temporarily manage Ding Li's business. Then my cousin took me back to the Criminal Investigation Team. Because I was the one who discovered and secretly investigated the entire case, the team specifically transferred me to participate in the later stages of the investigation.
Ding Li had consistently denied everything, and later simply remained silent. To find more evidence, we invited Ding Rou's father. I hadn't seen him for many years; he had aged considerably. Upon hearing why we had summoned him, his face suddenly turned very pale. Initially, he refused to answer questions directly, until we presented evidence and explained the benefits of his honest confession. Only then did he reluctantly recount part of the events.
Three years ago, Ding Li, who was living in Shenzhen, suddenly returned to her hometown. Ding's father and Ding Rou were surprised to see Ding Li, who had traveled a long way. After inquiring, they learned that Ding Li had accidentally killed her mother and stepfather, and had fled back to her hometown for refuge. The police then came to inquire about Ding Li's whereabouts, but due to the suddenness of the situation and the strong family ties, they did not report the truth. To hide Ding Li from being discovered by the neighbors, the Ding family moved to a rented house in the suburbs under a pretext. However, Ding Rou kept urging Ding Li to turn herself in, which deepened the rift between the two sisters. One day, Ding Li accidentally saw a letter Ding Rou wrote to her boyfriend at the Beijing Police University mentioning this matter.
Ding Li thought Ding Rou had betrayed her, and the two sisters fought, resulting in Ding Li accidentally killing Ding Rou. Ding Li begged her father not to hand her over to the police. Out of paternal love and knowing that she was his only remaining child, her father did not report it to the police. Ding Li buried Ding Rou's body deep in the small yard in front of the house, and then began living under Ding Rou's identity. Ding Li had also studied cosmetology in Shenzhen, so her father sold their old house, bought a small house to live in, and used the remaining money to buy a house for Ding Li to open a beauty salon. Although her father did not report Ding Li, he could not forgive her, so the father and daughter rarely saw each other. Perhaps out of guilt or fear that her father would one day report her, Ding Li gave him half of her monthly income. Mr. Ding's pension hadn't increased with inflation, so his relatively comfortable life in recent years had been largely supported by Ding Li's money.
When we found Ding Rou's remains, it was impossible to identify her; we could only confirm that she died from a severe head injury.
Under pressure from numerous testimonies, Ding Li finally confessed and accepted her punishment. The day before her trial, she asked to see me. We sat facing each other across the iron fence. Ding Li looked much more haggard, her eyes filled with regret, but even more so with resentment. She didn't blame me, but simply asked if I had ever loved her. I said that if she hadn't committed the crime, I would have loved her very much and would have proposed to her. She looked at me with satisfaction, and although we couldn't touch each other through the fence, her hand traced the outline of my face in her eyes. She
then began to recount her tragic life story: five years ago, due to her mother's infidelity, her parents officially divorced shortly after she and her sister graduated from high school. The court awarded custody to her mother. Since she hadn't been accepted into university, her mother took her to Shenzhen with her stepfather, the man who had been her husband's mistress. In Shenzhen, she attended a beauty school, and her mother started a new family with him. However, this stepfather was only handsome; he was useless at his job, only knew how to ask her hardworking mother for money and enjoy life, and was very frivolous, often harassing Ding Li. Her mother, however, was devoted to this man and gave him everything. She hated her stepfather, so she usually stayed at school, only occasionally going home to see her mother and change her clothes.
One day three years ago, she returned home during the day. No one was home when she entered, so she threw her dirty clothes into the washing machine, took a shower, and went back to her room. Thinking no one was home, she didn't close the door. Just as she was taking off the towel she was wearing to get dressed, someone suddenly rushed into her room. The person was incredibly fast and strong, pinning Ding Li to the bed.
"You!" Ding Li felt the person's hand grab her breasts. Because she wasn't wearing a bra, his hand could directly touch her flesh. "What are you doing?" Ding Li struggled, trying to hit him, but he clamped his legs around her, rendering her unable to resist. "No!" Ding Li tried to scream "Help!" but the man slapped her hard below the ear. Ding Li fainted.
Ding Li's head felt as heavy as lead, unable to lift. She felt a naked person pressing down on her, kissing and caressing her entire body—it was a man's hands. "Help!" Ding Li woke up, her first cry being a scream. "I'll teach you to scream!" The man reacted quickly, tearing off Ding Li's silk panties, crumpling them into a ball, and stuffing them into her mouth. Ding Li recognized the voice as her stepfather's. "No..." Ding Li desperately tried to scream, "Let me go..." but because her mouth was gagged, she could only make "ooh, ooh" sounds. Her struggles were futile; she was fainting and panting heavily.
The man's hands gripped her breasts, applying increasing force, and Ding Li felt her breasts being rubbed painfully. After touching her for a while, the man suddenly pressed his hands onto her labia and poked her vagina with his fingers, stimulating every nerve. Ding Li shuddered. "You...you..." Ding Li shook her head violently. "No...no..." Ding Li mumbled incoherently, her mouth stuffed with her underwear, tears streaming from her eyes. The man lay on top of Ding Li from behind, spread her legs, and thrust his burning penis all the way in. "Ah...ah..." she screamed in agony.

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