Niu Da Chou's Romantic Adventures (37-39)

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Author: aqqwso

When Da Chou woke up in the morning, he didn't get up immediately. He opened his eyes and looked out the window; it was already bright. Thinking of the two beautiful women still sleeping peacefully in the room, he felt particularly happy and content. Although these two couldn't treat him like Xiao Ya and Xiao Jun, Da Chou was already satisfied; spiritual satisfaction lasted much longer than physical satisfaction.

Da Chou was a mortal, and he also thought deeply. He closed his eyes and began to let his imagination run wild. Just as he was thinking about the shape of Xiao Cong's beautiful vulva and the taste of her cherry-like lips, "Knock, knock, knock," came the sound of knocking on the door, along with Xiao Cong's gentle voice: "Brother Niu, are you awake? I need to talk to you."

Da Chou hadn't gotten up yet, but he insisted, "I'm up, come in."

The door opened, and Xiao Cong appeared. This beautiful woman was wearing trousers, with a graceful figure, a healthy, youthful blush on her face, and two large, dark eyes that were as deep as the sea.

Seeing that Da Chou was still in bed, she blushed and tried to back out.

Da Chou said, "Come in, what are you afraid of? Brother Niu is a gentleman now."

Xiao Cong hesitated for a moment before stepping forward, sitting on the edge of the bed, and keeping her head down in silence.

Da Chou knew she had something to say, and he guessed what it was. He sat up, moved closer to Xiao Cong, and affectionately took her small hand, giving it a quick kiss. Xiao Cong was a little shy and wanted to pull her hand away, but Da Chou wouldn't let her, so she had to let him hold it.

"Go ahead and say it," Xiao Cong said softly. "Anything Brother Niu can do, I won't refuse."

"It's just about paying money, isn't it? I really don't want to trouble you."

Da Chou said, "I treat you like a little sister, your business is my business. I've already prepared the money."

With that, he opened the bedside table and took out a stack of money. He placed the money in Xiao Cong's hand, gazing at her pretty face, and said, "Here's ten thousand yuan. Take it. Keep the rest for your spending money, except for the portion you hand over."

Xiao Cong looked up, tears welling in her eyes, and said, her voice slightly choked, "Brother Niu, you're such a good person, but I don't know when I'll be able to repay you."

Da Chou squeezed her hand, smiled, and said, "Look at you, about to cry again, like a little child. Brother Niu isn't asking you for it, you don't have to repay it. Just don't forget Brother Niu after you get married."

Xiao Cong She pouted and said, "I'm not getting married. I have to pay you back this money; I'm nothing to you."

Da Chou teased her, "You can be anything to me if you want. You're not without a chance, but I'm afraid you won't agree."

Xiao Cong put away the money and said sourly, "There's no room left, where am I supposed to sit?"

Da Chou said, "Who said there's no room? There's still space down there."

Xiao Cong said very seriously, "If I'm going to be someone, I'll be the head wife. I'm not going to be a concubine." As she said the last two words, Xiao Cong blushed, looking very pretty.

Da Chou stared, stunned, and couldn't help but reach out and hug her, pressing her onto the bed, kissing her small mouth as quickly as possible, his hands accurately grabbing Xiao Cong's breasts. As

his big mouth kissed her small mouth, in the short time Xiao Cong was stunned, Da Chou's tongue had already broken through her defenses, swirling and teasing on Xiao Cong's fragrant tongue, savoring the taste of the young girl.

His large hands were even more rude, playing with her breasts through her clothes, sometimes grasping them to make them stand up high, sometimes flattening them into a pancake shape, and sometimes teasing her nipples, which were very sensitive and hardened after a few touches. Da Chou thought to himself: "Young girls are so wonderful, so elastic, firm yet soft, they feel so good to touch."

Xiao Cong, attacked by this, felt a little dizzy, as if she had fallen into a beautiful erotic dream. She was in the prime of her youth, usually quiet and reserved at school, and everyone thought she had no sex drive. Actually, like other girls, she often had erotic dreams. In her dreams, she was often kissed and had her breasts touched by a prince charming, even having his penis inserted into her vagina. She often imagined the pleasure of it, but had never actually done it, and never knew what it was all about.

Last night, Da Chou had this kind of contact with her, opening the door to her sexual desire. When her desire was aroused, she vaguely longed for Brother Niu to insert his penis. Although she couldn't guarantee she was in love with him, she at least had a good impression of him now. Even if he slept with her, she wouldn't complain at all—that was her inner world. But in reality, her girlish pride made her instinctively resist.

Da Chou never forced anyone, so last night, Xiao Cong escaped unscathed and remained a virgin. Now, the two were doing what they did last night again.
Da Chou's teasing of her thighs and buttocks, his silver and copper rods, made Xiao Cong's heart flutter and her whole body feel comfortable. She liked this dreamlike, hazy feeling; the physical pleasure of the silver and copper rods was unforgettable. Only now did she understand why people get married? Why so many girls lose their virginity before marriage? It really was a wonderful feeling.

Da Chou became excited and began to lick and suck, the alluring scent of the young girl making him somewhat lose his mind. Although Xiao Cong made pleading sounds through her nose, Da Chou was already on the verge of success and had no choice but to act. He quickly unbuttoned Xiao Cong's shirt, pushed up her bra, revealing her breasts. Da Chou looked up and saw two round, pointed breasts with pink and delicate nipples and slightly darker areolas, which looked harmonious with the nipples.

Xiao Cong was shy and hurriedly reached out to cover herself, saying in a sweet voice, "Brother Niu, don't look at me like that." Her beautiful eyes shone with excitement and panic.

Da Chou pushed her hands away, put his mouth on one nipple, and sucked on it happily, while his hands held the breast as a whole, squeezing it tightly and loosely, as if judging its elasticity.

Xiao Cong was completely bewildered by his actions, letting out sweet moans. She unconsciously placed her hands on his head, gently pressing them down—intentionally meant to push him away, but now it seemed like encouragement.

Da Chou's penis hardened, pressing and rubbing against Xiao Cong's crotch through her pants, as if it were about to burst through her trousers and penetrate her. Da Chou took turns sucking on her breasts, savoring their tenderness, softness, and fragrance.

Xiao Cong's nipples, hardened, red, and glistening from Da Chou's kisses, cried out, "Brother Niu... I feel so uncomfortable... I can't take it anymore..."

Da Chou knew it was time to penetrate her. He lifted himself up to pull down Xiao Cong's pants, saying, "Little Cong, my darling, I'll make you feel good right now. You're as charming and cute as Xiao Ya."

These words struck Xiao Cong like a thunderbolt. She suddenly pushed Da Chou away, her face filled with shame. She didn't dare look at him, got out of bed, put on her shoes, and left the room as quickly as possible. As he left, he said, "I can't let my friends down."

Da Chou didn't understand what this meant, but upon hearing this, he seemed to understand. His lust suddenly subsided, and he sighed a few times before getting dressed and getting out of bed.

When Da Chou came out of the room, he heard sounds coming from the kitchen; Xiao Cong had started cooking. Da Chou glanced at Chun Han's room and said softly, "What a lazy girl. The sun's already up, and she's still not up."

Xiao Cong chimed in, "What? Sister Tie got up early; she went for a run."

Da Chou nodded, thinking: That's more like Chun Han's personality; she doesn't seem like a lazy person.

Da Chou approached Xiao Cong and asked, "Xiao Cong, when are you paying the fees, and when are you going on the trip?"

Xiao Cong answered while chopping vegetables, "We're paying today, and we're leaving at ten this morning."

Da Chou exclaimed, "Why didn't you say so earlier? I could have helped you prepare."

Xiao Cong turned her head and said softly, "I wanted to tell you, but because of how you treated me, I didn't even have a chance to say it."

Da Chou's face flushed, and he said softly, "I'm sorry, Xiao Cong. I'll be more careful in the future. By the way, have you packed your things?"

Xiao Cong said, "There's not much to pack, just enough money."

Da Chou watched her back and asked with concern, "Xiao Cong, when are you coming back?"

Xiao Cong glanced at Da Chou and said calmly, "About half a month."

Upon hearing this, Da Chou felt an overwhelming sense of longing. He had never known that he had such a deep attachment to her, and his heart ached.

He stepped forward and hugged Xiao Cong's slender waist from behind, saying softly, "Then I won't be able to see you for another two weeks. Are family members allowed? You can bring me too."

Xiao Cong's body went limp from his embrace, and she couldn't even chop the vegetables anymore. Afraid of cutting her hand, she composed herself and said, "Brother Niu, don't do this. If you do this, how will we ever be able to separate?"

Da Chou hugged her even tighter, but this time he was very well-behaved and not rude. He said emotionally, "Xiao Cong, you will never leave me in this life, okay? I will be very sad if you leave me."

Xiao Cong pouted and huffed, "What about Xiao Ya? And this Sister Tie?"

Da Chou sighed and said after a long while, "Tie Chunhan is just a colleague. I have no other relationship with her. A girl like her is not for me. As for Xiao Ya, I can't care about that anymore. Anyway, I won't let you leave me."

Xiao Cong's eyes welled up with tears. In her short life, only her mother and uncle had ever been the best to her.

She lost her father at a young age. Her stepfather was violent and lecherous. From the time she was old enough to understand, she witnessed him having sex with her mother in various ways.

His thick, dark penis, whenever erect, would be thrust into her vagina or mouth, all the while uttering vulgarities. Under the assault of his penis, her mother forgot all shame and uttered all sorts of words.

Now, when Xiao Cong closes her eyes, she sees his penis going in and out of her mother's vagina, making a loud, forceful sound, drawing out streams of vaginal fluid, her labia opening and closing like screams. And that's not all; her stepfather also had sadistic tendencies. Every time they had sex, he liked to make her lie on all fours like a dog, while he penetrated her from behind with his large penis.

This was still considered normal, but before they had sex, he would always spank her buttocks, making them bright red, only stopping when he heard her beg for mercy. Then, with a satisfied smile, he thrust his penis inside, panting heavily as he yelled, "Fuck, fuck your mother, fuck your mother's big cunt!" As he

fucked, he glanced at Xiao Cong lying beside him, his eyes filled with lust. Clearly, he was starting to have designs on her.

Luckily, Xiao Cong was fortunate; she had a good uncle who treated her like his own daughter. Everyone said Xiao Cong was his daughter, but whether that was true or not, no one could say for sure.

Where there's smoke, there's fire. Older people knew that her uncle, her father, and her mother were involved in a love triangle in their youth. First, her mother and uncle fell in love. Some people saw them kissing in the woods and rolling around on haystacks; some asserted that they had definitely done *that*.

Later, her uncle went to study in another city, and their relationship became distant. Then, her mother married her father, and her uncle gave up the opportunity to stay in the city and returned to the countryside, becoming a teacher in a neighboring village.

Her uncle was different from her father; her father was simple and honest. Her uncle was educated and sensitive. Although he hadn't married her mother, he frequently visited her home. Even after her mother remarried, he continued to visit often. When Xiao Cong entered junior high school, he took her into his home and raised her himself. His reason for doing so was that he had discovered her stepfather's infidelity and he wouldn't allow anyone to bully Xiao Cong. Xiao Cong's mother tacitly approved of his actions; what mother wouldn't love her daughter?

Her uncle was a good man. Although he didn't earn much money, Xiao Cong had everything other children had. He treated her like his own son, and even his son was a little jealous of this older sister. Her

uncle supported her through junior high and university, acting like a great father. He also often admonished her that girls should love and respect themselves. Therefore, she didn't casually associate with boys like other girls. To this day, she remains one of the few virgins in her class, which makes her proud.

But this morning, she almost lost her virginity. Strangely, she didn't feel the overwhelming fear she usually felt at the thought of losing her virginity. On the contrary, during their intimacy, she subtly revealed her inner secret: she hoped to lose her virginity and become a sexually fulfilled woman. She felt ashamed of this thought, feeling as if she had become bad.

Now, Da Chou was deeply moved by her feelings, which touched Xiao Cong deeply. She knew that whether she married him or not, his image was etched in her heart, indelible for life. Despite their short time together, he had left a very good impression on her. Kind, honest, warm-hearted, and reliable—a rare good person. She had no regrets about losing her virginity to such a good man, but she couldn't betray her friend.

Xiao Cong softly said, "Brother Niu, let me go quickly, Sister Tie might come in at any moment."

This time, Da Chou obeyed and immediately released her. Xiao Cong gave him a deep look before continuing her work.

A moment later, Chun Han indeed entered, wearing a tracksuit, looking spirited, her face damp with sweat.

She smiled at Da Chou upon entering but didn't immediately close the door. Hearing a commotion outside, Da Chou went to the door and was shocked

by what he saw. He had thought there were only a few people, but it turned out that not only was the doorway packed with people, but the stairs below and around the bends were also filled with them. Da Chou wondered, "What's going on? What happened?"

He looked closer and saw that they were all wearing sportswear, their faces dripping with sweat. Moreover, everyone's expressions were similar: affectionate, adoring, and infatuated. Some were even holding flowers, wanting to offer them but hesitant, looking rather comical.

Even Da Chou, though not very bright, understood what was happening. They were a group of fans. He smiled and looked at Chun Han, wondering how she would handle the situation.

Chun Han had the door wide open, leaning against it with her arms crossed, her left leg slightly raised, her toes touching the doorframe. With a languid and relaxed posture, she smiled sweetly, leaving everyone speechless.

Chunhan said, "Everyone, go back and rest. I'm home, no need to see me off anymore. I'm going for a run tomorrow, so if you want to see me, come tomorrow morning." With that, she tugged at Da Chou's sleeve, and the two went back inside and closed the door, leaving a group of amorous men standing outside.

Back inside, Da Chou laughed heartily, saying, "If a bunch of beautiful women were standing outside like this to me, I'd be ecstatic!" He laughed again.

Chunhan looked at Da Chou with her bright eyes and sighed, "It's so annoying! Wherever I go, they follow. I don't know how they found out about my new home."

Da Chou suggested, "You're so good at martial arts, just give them a good beating and they'll run away."

Chunhan shook her head, "That won't work, they're not bad people, you can't solve it that way."

Da Chou said, "You can lie to them and say you have a boyfriend."

Chunhan said, "I've told them before, they said even if I have a husband, they don't care. They want to see me often, saying I can't belong to only one man. Listen to that, how awful! What would I be if I belonged to many men?" Chunhan's face flushed red.

Da Chou stared intently, then looked away; he was much calmer in front of Chunhan. Besides, Xiao Cong was there too.

Chunhan quickly washed her hands and said to Xiao Cong, "Little sister, let me help you." Without further ado, she grabbed the cleaver from Xiao Cong.

Xiao Cong had already cooked the first dish and was chopping the second. Seeing her help, she didn't refuse.

Da Chou was eager to see how good Chunhan's cooking was, to see if she was suitable to be a wife.

He was greatly disappointed. Xiao Cong chopped the vegetables quickly and skillfully. Chunhan, in comparison, was far inferior; not only was she slow, but the pieces she cut were also uneven. Da Chou couldn't help but chuckle inwardly. However, no one is perfect; Chunhan couldn't be good at everything.

Xiao Cong noticed it too, but she didn't show it. Just then, the food in the pot was ready. She ladled it onto a plate and said to Chun Han, "Sister Tie, you can serve the food."

Chun Han knew Xiao Cong was considerate, gave her a grateful look, and carried the food into the living room.

Suddenly, Da Chou remembered something and said, "I'll go out for a bit, I'll be right back, you guys eat first."

Then he hurried downstairs.

When he came back up, the two girls were waiting for him to eat. It turned out Da Chou had brought up a few twisted dough sticks.

Xiao Cong smiled at him without saying anything.

Chun Han glanced at him and said, "Eat quickly. It'll get cold."

Da Chou felt a warmth in his heart.

Da Chou sat down, and Xiao Cong immediately stood up to serve him rice, her face full of tenderness, like a virtuous wife.

Chun Han watched Xiao Cong's actions, thinking: This girl clearly likes this ugly boy; this guy is quite lucky with women. I heard he has a girlfriend who is also quite pretty. It's unbelievable that an ugly man could win the favor of such a beautiful woman; this is a blessing many handsome men don't have. Thinking

this, Chunhan's gaze fell on Da Chou, as if trying to find the source of his charm. This gaze was as intense as sunlight, making Da Chou somewhat overwhelmed.

Da Chou mustered his courage and looked at her. Chunhan noticed and immediately lowered her head to eat.

Da Chou looked at Xiao Cong, then at Chunhan, and thought they were both beautiful. Although Chunhan was the most beautiful and charming, in his heart, Xiao Cong was no less so. She was so simple, so quiet, and intelligent, quite different from Chunhan's calmness, strength, and rationality.

In comparison, Da Chou preferred Xiao Cong. Xiao Cong was more endearing.

After breakfast, the three chatted for a while, and it was almost time for work. At this moment, Chunhan's "boyfriend" arrived. After greeting Da Chou, he stared straight at Chunhan.

When Chunhan saw him, her face turned cold. After a moment of silence, she went inside to tidy herself up, put on a business suit, and slung her bag over her shoulder, exuding an elegant and aloof air. All three couldn't help but glance at her a few more times.

She said to Da Chou, "Brother Niu, aren't you coming with us?"

Da Chou knew this was a polite question, so he said, "You guys go ahead. I'll sit a little longer."

Chunhan nodded and then said to Xiao Cong, "Little Cong, I can't see you off today. When you come back, I'll treat you to a welcome-back dinner. Have fun!"

Xiao Cong took Chunhan's hand and said, "Sister, thank you. I'll miss you."

Chunhan smiled and said, "I'll miss you too." She then hugged Xiao Cong and went out.

The handsome guy followed her eagerly.

Da Chou was truly surprised that the two had gotten along so well after just meeting. He really couldn't understand what was going on; men probably would never understand women's affairs.

When only the two of them remained, Da Chou said, "Xiao Cong, this is for you. It'll come in handy."

Xiao Cong looked and saw Da Chou pull a cell phone out of his pocket. It was new, red, and small and exquisite. As soon as it was turned on, it played pleasant chord music.

Xiao Cong took the phone and examined it closely, admiring it. She asked, "Did you buy this downstairs?"

Da Chou replied, "Of course! Nothing was open yet, except for a phone repair shop. They sell phones there, so I just grabbed one. Do you like it?"

Holding the phone, Xiao Cong felt deeply touched by Da Chou's care and thoughtfulness. She said, "You should give this phone to Xiao Ya; she's your girlfriend."

Da Chou pulled Xiao Cong into his arms, kissing her cheek and saying, "Don't mention her now. In my heart, she's my girlfriend, and you're my wife."

Xiao Cong felt a warmth in her heart. She placed the phone on the table, hooked her arms around Da Chou's neck, and let him take advantage of her, kissing and touching her until she was quite aroused and had to go back inside to change her underwear.

When it was almost time, the two went downstairs. Da Chou took Xiao Cong to school, giving her countless instructions and reminders until she got into her car before leaving.

At this point, tears were already streaming down Xiao Cong's face, though Da Chou didn't see them.

(38) Morning

Author: aqqwso

After arriving in Beijing, Xiao Cong called Da Chou to tell him that she was standing in Tiananmen Square and saw the magnificent Tiananmen Gate, the Monument to the People's Heroes, and other buildings. She also mentioned that she planned to visit the Forbidden City and climb the Great Wall that day. After chatting about her travels for a while, Xiao Cong softly asked, "Brother Niu, do you miss me?"

Da Chou sighed and replied, "I want to go to Beijing right away, catch up with you, and eat and live with you."

Xiao Cong's happy laughter came through the phone. This girl usually cried more than she laughed. She was clearly very satisfied with Da Chou's answer. It was morning, and Da Chou was lying in bed, whispering sweet nothings to Xiao Cong. His penis was hard, and he wanted to find a place to relax.

Xiao Cong then told Da Chou about her travel experiences. Da Chou, like a parent to a child, shared his travel tips, making Xiao Cong feel very comfortable. But the last few sentences made Xiao Cong blush and feel utterly ashamed.

When Da Chou's lust got the better of him, he blurted out whatever came to mind. He said passionately, "Xiao Cong, I miss you so much, I miss you so much! I really hope you can come back soon. I want to fuck you, fuck you hard, make you my woman. Are you willing?"

Xiao Cong remained silent for a long time before finally saying, "Brother Niu, your words are so vulgar, they scared me to death." Then she hung up. Da Chou could imagine Xiao Cong's expression at that moment—extremely ashamed, extremely frightened, and perhaps even a little excited. Da Chou loved seeing that kind of expression on young girls' faces.

After hanging up, Da Chou calmed down a bit and couldn't help but regret his vulgar words. She was just a young girl; how could she accept such adult talk? Would she be angry and ignore him? Maybe she'd go straight back to her hometown and never see him again. If that happened, he would be devastated.

Then, Da Chou called Xiao Ya to find out how she was doing. She had called a few days ago, saying she had to take care of her mother and couldn't come back.

He called, and Xiaoya answered. She told Dachou that school was about to let out for break, and she wouldn't be going back to school yet; she'd stay home and spend more time with her mother. She said she'd already spoken to the school, and they'd agreed.

Dachou greeted her family and exchanged some sweet words before hanging up. For some reason, the passion he used to have for Xiaoya had diminished considerably. He couldn't bring himself to say anything romantic; they were now truly "respectful as guests

." If a man and woman had to be "respectful as guests," this relationship was already quite strained. Perhaps it was related to their long separation. Would he really marry her someday? He used to be certain, but now he needed to think about it.

As he was deep in thought, the phone rang. It was Xiaoju. He hadn't seen her in a long time. Since Xiaocong moved in, he hadn't gone to her snack bar in the mornings and had almost forgotten about her.

Xiaoju said on the phone that she wanted to see him; she had something to tell him. They should meet at the snack bar at 7 pm. Da Chou hesitated for a moment before agreeing. He racked his brains but couldn't figure out what was wrong. His feelings for his first love were complicated. Thinking back to how they used to be inseparable, so sweet and affectionate, his heart was filled with sweetness. But thinking about how she later strayed and left him, he was filled with grief and anger, wishing he could strangle her to feel better.

The last time he slept with her, although there was love involved, there was undeniably also a sense of revenge.

After that, he didn't want anything to do with her anymore. They were even, and it was best to see each other less often. This time she invited him out, and although he didn't want to go, he couldn't bring himself to refuse. He really was a person with no self-control.

Xiao Cong wasn't home, so Da Chou naturally had to cook himself. Although there was another girl next door, Chun Han wasn't the type to cook. Besides, her cooking might not be very good. He'd do it himself. With a wife like her, the man had to serve her. Da Chou was busy while thinking about Xiao Cong. She was a good wife, never having to worry about anything at home.

Just then, the door opened, and Da Chou turned his head, his gaze glued to her. Chunhan emerged from the doorway, her hair disheveled, her eyes still sleepy, and a faint blush on her face. This languid and charming demeanor was already captivating enough. What was even more alluring was her attire. This beautiful woman was wearing a semi-transparent nightgown, clearly revealing her white bra and panties.

Despite Chunhan's modest figure, her breasts were high and firm, almost as prominent as Xiao Jun's.

Her legs were in no way inferior to any of the beautiful legs Da Chou had ever seen on television. Da Chou mustered his courage and stared at her panties. They were also white, tightly covered, and Chunhan's private parts seemed to bulge outwards. Naturally, Da Chou's imagination ran wild.

Chunhan was in a hurry to go to the bathroom, so she came out in her nightgown. Seeing Da Chou staring at her like that, she perked up considerably. She felt a little shy, her face flushing even more. But this was only for a moment; a moment later, she straightened her back, head held high, and strode forward, challenging Da Chou. Da Chou, on the other hand, was embarrassed to look at her anymore.

Before Chun Han went into the bathroom, she tossed out a sentence: "Looking at things randomly will give you a sty." This was clearly directed at Da Chou. Da Chou blinked, thinking, "Will I get a sty? I clearly didn't see anything."

When Chun Han came out, she glanced at Da Chou. Da Chou deliberately avoided looking at her. As Chun Han turned to leave, Da Chou fixed his gaze on her again; how could he let go of this opportunity for aesthetic appreciation? Chun Han also knew he was peeking, and she could tell from her intuition that she was very confident in her charm. To tease Da Chou, Chun Han deliberately started walking like a model, swaying her hips and twisting her waist, her clothes fluttering, her breasts trembling, her jade-like legs gleaming. After entering the bathroom, Chun Han turned around, the corners of her mouth curling up as if in defiance, her face a half-smile.

Da Chou stood there dumbfounded, seemingly lost in a dream. Chun Han called out, "Check the pot, don't let it burn!" She slammed the door shut. Da Chou snapped out of his daze, and sure enough, a burnt smell wafted out. He frantically tried to "rescue" the pot, his hands trembling in disarray. A moment

later, Chun Han emerged, dressed in sportswear, her face regaining its serious expression. Having finished washing up, she approached Da Chou, who immediately felt a fragrant breeze. This scent was different from that of Xiao Jun, Xiao Ya, Xiao Cong, and Qian Hui—it was faint, comforting, and unforgettable.

"Brother Niu, shall I help you cook?" Chun Han said.

"No need, I can manage by myself. Go for your run," Da Chou said, turning back with a smile.

"Alright, I'll go for a run then. At worst, I'll give you a little extra rent as food expenses," Chun Han said earnestly.

"Don't worry, I never do business at a loss," Da Chou joked.

"You're not allowed to badmouth me. If you do, I'll get my uncle to judge for me." Before Da Chou could speak, she lowered her voice and asked, "Brother Niu, is my body pretty?" Her bright eyes looked at Da Chou, expectant yet tinged with shyness.

Da Chou hesitated, swallowed twice, and stammered, "Yes...pretty, extremely pretty. I wish I could see you every day."

Chun Han smiled proudly.

Da Chou added, "Your boyfriend is so lucky, he gets to see you all the time."

Chun Han waved her hand, blinked, and said unhappily, "He's not my boyfriend. He's never seen my body. You're the lucky one, it's the first time a man has seen me like that." Saying this, she turned away, lowered her head, and looked incredibly shy.

Da Chou glanced at her, thinking, "You're fearless, but you can be shy?" Thinking that he was lucky enough to see her sexy appearance while others didn't have this blessing, he couldn't help but feel very proud.

Chunhan, noticing his behavior, snorted and said, "Don't be too happy yet. You've seen my body, so you can't just look for nothing."

Da Chou smiled, thinking, "Do you expect me to repay you with my body? I

'd be more than happy to do that." Chunhan glared at him and said, "Don't dream that. I won't repay you with my body. I'll settle accounts with any man who has taken advantage of me."

Chunhan's gaze was sharp, and Da Chou couldn't help but tremble.

He hurriedly said, "I didn't take advantage of you." Seeing his fear, Chunhan chuckled softly, humming a little tune, and went out, looking like a victor.

Da Chou watched her retreating figure and gasped. He thought, "This girl's glare is really fierce. I'm a little nervous, as if she's a tigress." Actually, there's nothing to be afraid of, so why am I trembling? I haven't taken advantage of her either. Does looking at her pajamas count? How can you blame me? You delivered yourself right to my doorstep. Oh no, she knows martial arts! What if she gets furious because I looked at her and tries to gouge out my eyes?

Thinking this, Da Chou laughed. This isn't a martial arts novel; there's no violence here. She's just teasing me. Look how seriously I'm taking it. A grown man afraid of a little girl? If word gets out, people will laugh their heads off.

Da Chou set out the food and waited for Chun Han. A long time passed before Chun Han returned. She went to wash her face, and Da Chou went to peek outside. Chun Han came out of the bathroom, wiping her face, and said, "What are you looking at? There's no tail following me today." Da Chou smiled, went inside, and closed the door.

The two sat down, and Chunhan saw two dishes on the table, their aroma enticing her. She picked up her chopsticks, took a bite, and couldn't help but praise, "Brother Niu, your cooking is delicious! It's just as good as Little Cong's!"

Da Chou was flattered by the praise and humbly replied, "I don't know how to cook. It's good enough that I can eat."

Chunhan ate while saying, "I should find a husband like you; at least I won't have to cook."

A smile spread across his face, a smile that was naturally radiant.

Da Chou watched his food being devoured by the beautiful woman's red lips, and couldn't hide his delight. He said, "Of course you don't need to cook when you find a husband. It's such a waste for a beauty like you to cook."

Chunhan said, "My cooking is never very good; I just have no talent for it, no matter how I try."

Da Chou explained, "You're lucky; you were born to eat whatever's ready for you."

Chunhan said, "If I could always eat whatever's ready for me, I'd be happy. Do you know where I can find such a good place?"

Da Chou smiled and looked at Chunhan, saying, "If you're willing, Brother Niu will cook for you for the rest of your life, without charging you for food."

Chunhan chuckled softly upon hearing this and said, "Great! Such a good thing is hard to find even with a lantern. If I were..." "If I really have nowhere to go, I'll come to your place and eat for free. Don't look down on me then."

Da Chou put on an honored expression and said, "Come on, but only you."

Chun Han rolled her eyes at him and said, "If I'm not alone, am I supposed to bring my whole family? I'm afraid even if you don't say anything, your wife will kick me out."

Da Chou patted his chest and said resolutely, "If she kicks you out, I won't want her."

Chun Han said solemnly, "You said it, so you can't go back on your word. A man's word is his bond." Da Chou

also became serious and said, "Don't you believe me? Let's pinky swear."

Chun Han extended her slender finger, and the two really pinky swore, as if it were real. Once they pinky swore, Da Chou was a little reluctant to let go of her finger. Da Chou felt that her fingers were smooth and soft, and he really wanted to pull them over and give them a big kiss.

Out of politeness, Da Chou had to reluctantly withdraw his finger. His face betrayed his thoughts, and Chunhan, being a smart woman, could roughly guess what he was thinking. She wasn't angry; on the contrary, she felt this man was worthy of sympathy. He had no

money, no skills, and was unattractive; he must have stumbled many times in his pursuit of women. Although Xiaocong seemed interested in him, would she really want to marry him? That was hard to say. She'd heard his girlfriend was nice; if they were close, why weren't they often together? Girlfriends were unpredictable. Even married couples could divorce at any time, let alone lovers.

Thinking about how such a beautiful woman might not marry anyone in the future, Da Chou frowned and said, "Chunhan, I wonder which man will be lucky enough to marry you?"

Chunhan smiled and said, "Marrying me isn't necessarily a blessing. I can't cook, and I have a bad temper; he'll have to give in to me. The man who marries me might not find happiness. I'm really afraid no one will want me."

Da Chou blurted out, "If no one else wants you, then I'll take you." He immediately regretted it. She had just moved in, and he wasn't very familiar with her. How could he say something like that? Would she be angry? Thinking this, he looked directly at Chunhan's face.

Chunhan wasn't angry. She raised her eyebrows and said kindly, "Thank you, Brother Niu. I'll remember your words. If I really have no one else, and you don't have a wife then, if you don't mind, I'll be your wife." As she spoke, her bright eyes smiled as she looked at Da Chou.

These words were like heavenly music; Da Chou could hardly believe his ears. Although he knew it was a joke and might not be true, it sounded so pleasant, refreshing, like being in a fairyland.

Da Chou stared at her blankly, speechless. Chunhan said, "I've already stated my position. What, you don't agree? Even you won't want me?"

Da Chou immediately replied, "Yes, yes, yes, how could I let you go?"

They looked at each other and laughed. This joke livened up the atmosphere in the living room, and their relationship seemed to have grown a little closer. Da Chou thought to himself, "With your looks and qualities, how could no one want you? If you wanted to marry, every man in Harbin would pounce on you like a mad beast; I wouldn't even get a chance." However, hearing such words from this fairy-like woman, Da Chou was content.

After dinner, the two sat on the sofa drinking water.

Da Chou picked up the newspaper. Ever since he heard that Chunhan admired career-oriented men, Da Chou had been reading the newspaper every day, trying to find a way to start a business and make her look at him differently. He had been reading for many days without any success. Going into technical fields? He knew nothing about them, and learning on the spot seemed too late. Besides, the money might not come quickly. Going into business? That was a good idea, but he had no business experience whatsoever. Acting rashly would surely lead to financial ruin. As a result, he would sigh every time he put down the newspaper. Today was no exception.

Chunhan heard his sigh and asked what was wrong. Da Chou didn't hide anything from her, saying, "I don't want to be a security guard anymore. I want to start my own business, but I don't know what to do. I don't know anything, and I don't have any education."

Chun Han's interest was piqued, her eyes lighting up. She said, "Brother Niu, this can't be rushed. You have to choose the right business; a man's biggest fear is choosing the wrong profession. Don't worry, I'll keep an eye out for you."

Da Chou was pleased to see her happy. Suddenly, a brilliant idea flashed in his mind: why not work with her? He could bring her on board, and together they could build

their empire. Success would be great, of course; if not, they could spend time together, giving him many opportunities. Even if he lost all his money, he was willing to be with her. Besides, with careful management and operation, a small shop wouldn't bankrupt them. Da Chou was secretly delighted with this plan. Chun Han, seeing his joy, assumed her words had worked, unaware of his ulterior motives.

When it was almost time to go to work... As Da Chou and Chun Han finished dressing and were about to leave, Da Chou couldn't help but ask, "Where's your bodyguard?" He glanced at the quiet doorway.

Upon hearing the name of that person, Chun Han's face turned cold, and she said, "He won't be coming anymore. I told him not to."

Da Chou didn't press further; he had no reason to pry into other people's private affairs. However, he secretly rejoiced at Chun Han's conflict with that person. He wasn't thinking about how many opportunities he had, but rather that he could spend more time with her. This was a good thing.

Da Chou and Chun Han walked out side-by-side. Of course, others didn't mistake them for a couple; everyone had eyes and thought they were mismatched. Da Chou didn't care about any of that. As long as a beautiful woman was by his side, it was the ultimate pleasure in life. He looked at the surprised glances from passersby, but instead of feeling inferior, he stood tall and proud, displaying a spirit he never usually showed. He wanted people to see that an ugly man could stand next to a beautiful woman, even if she wasn't his wife.

The two walked to the clothing market, attracting countless stares along the way. Seeing such a beautiful woman on the street naturally drew everyone's attention. Chunhan walking along probably attracted more attention than the mayor walking the streets.

Besides, having the ugly man by her side made it even more amusing. Many people smiled, though it was unclear what they meant.

Chunhan seemed used to it, remaining silent, behaving like she did at work—proud, serious, and aloof, walking as if no one else was around, completely different from the woman she was at home joking with Da Chou. What comforted Da Chou was that when Chunhan occasionally glanced at him, her gaze softened. This wasn't love, it was politeness, Da Chou understood, but he was already content. He imagined the commotion when they entered the clothing market, how he would become the center of attention, his name linked with the Iron Fairy. Thinking of this, Da Chou almost laughed out loud.

It was an ordinary morning, the sun slanting, pedestrians like ants, trees exhaling a fresh scent, buildings of varying heights and staggered shapes, silently showcasing the city's civilization.

It was an ordinary morning, but in Da Chou's heart, it was extraordinary, the best morning he had experienced since coming to Harbin. His life would henceforth have richer content and deeper meaning.

That was for sure. He believed it.

(Thirty-nine) Under the Bed

Author: aqqwso

The two walked to the bottom of the clothing market. Da Chou felt someone following him. He turned around and saw the handsome guy who had been in close contact with Chun Han for many days. At this moment, he looked sad and dejected. This appearance made Da Chou feel no hostility at all.

Just as Da Chou thought, the two walked into the door side by side. Immediately, the eyes of their colleagues were focused on them. Their eyes were full of surprise and doubt, but no one said anything. However, as Da Chou walked forward, he vaguely heard whispers behind him. As for what they were saying, he couldn't hear it. It was probably something like "a toad wanting to eat swan meat" or something derogatory. When

they reached the third floor, Da Chou's place was there. Chun Han nodded and smiled at Da Chou, and then went upstairs by herself. Just as Da Chou was gazing at her retreating figure, the handsome man surnamed Zhao rushed over. As he passed Da Chou, he glared at him fiercely, as if looking at his father's killer, sending a chill down Da Chou's spine.

Suddenly, the handsome man exerted himself and rushed upstairs like a madman, undoubtedly to find Tie Xianzi for a romantic encounter. Da Chou realized he intended to harm Tie Xianzi, and raised his foot to follow, but then he remembered Chun Han's exceptional skills; if she wanted to fight, even ten handsome men would be useless. Thinking this, he lowered his foot.

Da Chou went to his chair and sat down. Just as he sat down, Xiao Zhou's figure appeared before him. This guy, like a thief, seemed to have appeared out of nowhere.

He looked Da Chou up and down, as if he had never known him before. He bowed deeply, smiling obsequiously, showing Da Chou unprecedented respect.

This was the first time Da Chou had received such VIP treatment, and he felt a little uncomfortable. Just as he was about to stand up to avoid the greedy, dog-tongued gaze, Xiao Zhou reached out and pressed him down, then poured him a cup of hot water. After a pause, he said, "Brother Niu, I never imagined you were so capable, managing to get the Iron Fairy to move into your house. It's truly remarkable. I'd like to ask for your help. Could you please explain your secrets so I can learn something?" Xiao Zhou's attitude was very much like a fan's attitude towards their idol.

Da Chou was flattered and speechless for a long time. He thought to himself, "What skills do I have? I'm no better than you at all. Her moving into my house was thanks to Xiao Jun and Shui Hua. I didn't have any special tricks up my sleeve, and I can't tell you that."

Da Chou smiled faintly at him and remained silent. Seeing his profound knowledge, Xiao Zhou paced anxiously around him, as if he had lost money. A moment later, he respectfully asked, "Brother Niu, do you still have a house?"

Da Chou asked curiously, "What do you mean?"

Xiao Zhou, shameless, said, "If you still have a house, then I want to move in with you. I'll

pay you extra rent. I promise you won't lose out."

Before Da Chou could answer, a burst of laughter erupted. It turned out that a group of people had gathered in front of Da Chou, all male and female colleagues from his workplace. The laughter made Xiao Zhou a little embarrassed, but he didn't leave; he stayed where he was, probably trying to continue his efforts to extract some useful information.

At this moment, everyone also asked Da Chou in unison, "Brother Niu, do you still have a house? I want to move in with you too." Afterwards, there was a hearty laugh. Da Chou laughed along, and Xiao Zhou also chuckled, though his laughter carried a hint of embarrassment.

Everyone bombarded Da Chou with questions, mostly related to Chun Han. Da Chou didn't want to reveal his private affairs to others, but he wasn't very eloquent, so his answers weren't very clever, and he stammered.

Later, the manager arrived, and everyone scattered. Da Chou stood up from his chair and began doing his work, his gaze occasionally drifting towards the stairs. After a while, the handsome guy slowly came down, looking dejected, his face even more pale than before. This time, he didn't even look at Da Chou before going downstairs, his steps unsteady, making one worry he might slip and fall.

Thinking about the handsome guy's misfortune, Da Chou secretly rejoiced. No one is without selfishness, and Da Chou was no exception.

After work in the afternoon, the two went home together again. This time, they went to the market first to buy groceries and other necessities before heading home. Passing a small stall, they were having a clearance sale of a batch of women's handbags. The vendor was using a megaphone to advertise loudly, saying these were genuine leather bags, priced at one hundred yuan, and urging people to buy quickly before they were sold out.

This kind of advertising was too common, but there were quite a few curious people; everyone liked to buy cheap goods. In no time, more than a dozen were sold. The vendor's spirits soared, and his shouts grew louder.

Da Chou, influenced by this, also joined in. Seeing that the handbags looked nice, he also wanted to buy one for Chunhan. However, he was an amateur when it came to shopping, and he figured Chunhan would be an expert, so he called her over to have her take a look. As

soon as Chunhan arrived, everyone showed her respect and made way for her. Chunhan reached into the pile of handbags and rummaged around before saying to Da Chou, "They really are leather."

The vendor, seeing this beautiful woman, was speechless for a moment before finally saying, "This beautiful lady has excellent taste. If they weren't genuine, how could I dare to sell them?"

Da Chou said to Chunhan, "You should pick one too."

Chunhan pointed to the bag in her left hand, reminding him, "I already have one here."

Da Chou advised, "Get another one, just in case. You choose, I'll pay."

Chunhan's eyes darted around, and she asked, "Won't it be deducted from my room rate?"

Da Chou laughed, "I don't do business at a loss." Hearing this, Chunhan smiled.

Chunhan didn't insist anymore and carefully picked out a white one. When Da Chou was paying, Chun Han stopped him, saying, "Boss, how about a discount? Eighty yuan?" She glanced at the vendor with her bright eyes.

The vendor looked like he was about to cry, saying, "Beautiful lady, do you know I only make a few yuan on each bag? Eighty yuan isn't even enough to cover my costs.

Please give me a little more." Chun Han's face turned cold. She put the bag down and pulled Da Chou away. The vendor sighed and said, "Fine, eighty yuan it is. I'll risk losing one.

This is the last time." Chun Han smiled and went back to get the bag. Da Chou paid, and the vendor reluctantly gave her change. Da Chou and Chun Han left happily, but the remaining group also demanded eighty yuan for the bags, which the vendor refused to do.

Some people protested, saying, "You can sell it to her for eighty yuan, why is it more expensive here? We're all human."

The vendor retorted, "That's right, we're all human. But are you as pretty as her? If I saw she was pretty, I'd give her the bag for free. Is it any of your business?"

Someone laughed, "You think she's pretty? Why are you selling bags? Go be her maid!"

The vendor scratched his head, looking at Chunhan's retreating figure, and said, "I'd like to be her maid, but I'm afraid she won't give me the chance."

Back to Da Chou and his companion, Chunhan was overjoyed to have gotten a bargain. Da Chou wasn't so happy; his good mood was because of Chunhan. He chuckled inwardly, realizing that this beautiful girl was no different from ordinary people, also liking to take advantage of small things. But this didn't diminish his affection for her; he felt this was normal. The naive and otherworldly Little Dragon Girl from TV dramas was nonsense. What use was such a woman? Just a vase, good for looking at.

Back home, Da Chou cooked, with Chun Han helping out. With a beautiful woman by his side, Da Chou was in a great mood and didn't care whether she helped or not. Da Chou cooked three dishes, feeling quite pleased with his skills. Chun Han was also satisfied after tasting them. Having wandered for years, she felt happy to have someone cook for her so well.

In high spirits, they started drinking, each trying to outdrink the other. Her face flushed, but she refused to give in. Finally, Da Chou had to concede, and Chun Han smiled smugly.

She was a little dizzy, but her mind was clear. Normally, when drinking with others, she was very careful, never letting herself feel dizzy to avoid being taken advantage of. Today, she felt completely at ease. Intuitively, she believed this man was trustworthy, unlike other men who were like wolves, always trying to take advantage of her and sleep with her. She noticed he was a timid man, and also very considerate of women.

After dinner, Chunhan returned to her room, deliberately pretending to stumble as she left. Da Chou saw this and rushed to help her.

He remained remarkably calm, only supporting her arm, refraining from taking advantage of her. Given their current relationship, it wasn't wise to act rashly; he didn't want to alert her and scare her away. He wanted to win her heart openly and honestly. Therefore, after helping her to bed and tucking her in, he left without lingering. He dared not stay any longer, fearing he would lose control.

Lying in bed, Chunhan felt a surge of confidence. She was prepared; if he dared to be disrespectful, she would show no mercy, beating him black and blue until he was bruised and battered, then move out. The result satisfied her; Da Chou had successfully passed the test. In her heart, Da Chou was a gentleman who would never take advantage of a woman in distress or force himself on her.

He was a good man, Chunhan thought. Thinking this, she smiled. She slowly drifted off to sleep.

Da Chou returned to the living room, drank a few glasses of water, and took several deep breaths before finally managing to pull himself away from Chun Han's fragrance and allure. He patiently watched TV for a while. Looking at his watch, he realized it was almost time for his date with Xiao Ju. He stood up and got dressed. Before leaving, worried about Chun Han, he knocked on her door and said, "Chun Han, you should go to sleep. I have something to do." He turned to leave.

Hearing the sound, Chun Han got out of bed, opened the door, and said, "Brother Niu, be careful when you go out tonight.

Come back early." Da Chou looked at her flushed face and slightly dazed eyes, and nodded amiably. If Chun Han had told him not to go, Da Chou would definitely have canceled the date. He didn't know why he listened to her; perhaps beauty itself was a power to conquer.

Before closing the door, Da Chou saw Chun Han's face peering at him. He smiled, steeled himself, and closed the door, feeling a surge of warmth and strength. If only she were my wife, looking at me like that every day.

Da Chou arrived at Xiao Ju's snack bar. Xiao Ju was sitting inside by the window, smoking alone, looking lost in thought.

Seeing Da Chou enter, she jumped up, a smile spreading across her face.

Da Chou surveyed the room; she was alone, and it was quiet. Da Chou said to her, "Closing up early today, you must have missed out on a lot of money, right?"

Xiao Ju exhaled a puff of smoke, watching the smoke rings rise one by one, paused, and then said, "If you come tomorrow, you won't see me."

Da Chou was very surprised and hurriedly asked, "What's wrong? Are you moving your shop?"

Xiao Ju sighed and said, "I'm leaving Harbin."

Da Chou smiled and said, "Missing home? Going home?"

Xiao Ju looked at him, a little sad, and said, "My husband and I are going to settle down in Suihua."

Da Chou's expression changed, and he asked, "What's

going on? Why are you leaving?" Xiao Ju replied, "My husband's job has been transferred to Suihua, so of course I'm going with him. He heard that it's easier to make money there, so he got someone to transfer him. Before I leave, I want to see you one last time. After this, there won't be many opportunities to meet." Saying this, she threw her cigarette on the ground and looked at Da Chou with a melancholy expression.

Da Chou recalled the time they spent dating, a very pure and deep affection, one that could never be erased from his memory. Thinking about how they would go their separate ways and not know when they would see each other again, Da Chou felt a pang of sadness. His previous resentment towards her suddenly vanished.

Xiao Ju forced a smile and said, "Come on, help me close the door." The two went out, closed the window, locked the door, and then entered the shop's bedroom through the back door. Turning on the light and drawing the curtains, Xiao Ju said, "Don't think about it so much. Now, come here and use your big cock to fuck me hard. Tonight I'm yours; tomorrow, you won't even have a chance to fuck me."

Da Chou didn't say anything, rushed over, hugged her, and kissed her passionately until Xiao Ju was breathless. Xiao Ju's big eyes were filled with tenderness and desire, yearning for the impact and comfort of a penis.

The two of them started taking off their clothes simultaneously. Afterwards, the two white-clad figures were intertwined like snakes on the bed. Da Chou sucked Xiao Ju's tongue into his mouth, thrusting it hard, his hands grasping and kneading her full breasts until her nipples quickly inflated and hardened. Then, Da Chou began kissing her breasts, his hand moving downwards, through the thicket, and deep into the stream. The stream water enveloped his fingers, the warm, tender flesh soothing them. Da Chou then inserted his other finger.

Da Chou looked up and laughed, "Xiao Ju, you have so much water." Xiao Ju, embarrassed, closed her eyes, her mouth and nose emitting alluring sounds.

After Da Chou had his fill of her breasts, he moved his head to Xiao Ju's lower body, carefully examining her crotch. Her thighs were plump, glistening with flesh, and dark, shiny pubic hair surrounded her vulva; her vulva was open, the tender flesh flushed red, and a long stream of vaginal fluid flowed out. Her anus was tight, opening and closing rhythmically, its color pale and clean.

How could Da Chou resist? His lust raged, he lowered his head and pressed his lips to hers. A series of soft, sucking sounds filled the air as his tongue darted, swept, lingered, and explored Xiao Ju's vulva. Xiaoju had never experienced oral sex before. Waves of new pleasure, like thunderclaps, reverberated through her sensitive nerves, making her cry out in ecstasy, "Big Ugly Brother, you're amazing... I... it feels so good... where did you learn this skill...

it's so wonderful..."

Big Ugly smiled at her, extremely pleased, and then continued his work. Xiaoju's cries were beautiful, each one intoxicating. Big Ugly, pleased, turned around and said, "Lick my cock for me, and you'll be rewarded if you do a good job."

Big Ugly held her legs and worked diligently on her vulva. Xiaoju was overwhelmed with desire. Seeing a large penis dangling near her mouth, she forgot all shame, grasped it, and put it in her mouth. Then, she didn't know what to do. Big Ugly said, "Lick it with your tongue." Xiaoju obediently licked, her movements clumsy, but Big Ugly already felt the beauty of her small mouth.

A moment later, Da Chou stood up, straddled Xiao Ju's head, and inserted his penis into her mouth again. Da Chou gave Xiao Ju pointers on technique, and thankfully, Xiao Ju wasn't stupid; with expert guidance, she gradually learned to operate independently.

The penis moved in and out of her mouth, and whether it was vaginal fluid or saliva, it dripped from the corners of her lips. Da Chou breathed heavily with pleasure, and Xiao Ju made muffled sounds, probably enjoying herself as well.

Unable to hold back any longer, Da Chou pulled out his penis, flipped her over, and aimed at her wet, beautiful vagina,

thrusting in all at once. The sudden attack on her vagina caused her some pain, and Xiao Ju cried out, "Brother Da Chou, be gentle, your penis is so big!" Da Chou stopped, and seeing that she felt a little better, he resumed thrusting. Because of the ample moisture, her vagina made a squelching sound. Da Chou asked Xiao Ju, "What's that sound?" Xiao Ju moaned and laughed wantonly, refusing to answer.

"Is that the sound of fucking?" Da Chou said. Xiao Ju nodded, refusing to make a sound. Da Chou put all his strength into it, fucking her with lightning speed, making Xiao Ju's delicate body tremble and her cries grow louder.

Da Chou asked, "What are we doing?"

Xiao Ju replied, "Making love."

"Whose cunt am I fucking?"

"Xiao Ju's cunt."

"Is Xiao Ju a slut?"

"Yes, a little slut."

Da Chou was very satisfied with Xiao Ju's answer. He fucked her vigorously and aggressively, making Xiao Ju's flesh hole wide open, her juices flowing freely. The cries were so melodious that Da Chou was really worried that the sound would carry too far and be heard. However, in this blissful moment, who cared about that? Even if someone knocked on the door outside, he would finish first.

Xiao Ju's clitoris was being pressed hard by his glans, feeling incredibly good. She rarely felt so good. Soon, she climaxed. But she wasn't satisfied. She still clung to his neck, letting him fuck her hard. Her buttocks bounced up and down, matching the man's movements.

Her husband wasn't this skilled. She truly regretted not giving herself to Da Chou back then. That way, she wouldn't have left him so easily, nor would she have married someone else. She could have enjoyed Da Chou's big cock forever. Now, she felt like she was banished to the cold palace, and sex was never satisfying. She didn't want sexual harassment; she needed orgasms.

Da Chou, aroused, hoisted her legs onto his shoulders and pounded into her vagina with an extremely imposing posture, thrusting over a hundred times in one go. Xiao Ju couldn't withstand the impact and experienced a second orgasm. Da Chou held back from ejaculating; he wanted Xiao Ju to serve him in a different way.

Xiao Ju couldn't bear his "bullying" and surrendered by raising her legs. Da Chou then made a condition: she had to use her mouth to ejaculate. Xiao Ju refused. Da Chou didn't care about that; he pulled out and shoved it into her mouth. Under Da Chou's command, Xiao Ju's tongue moved, her red lips danced, and she did everything as instructed.

Da Chou held Xiao Ju's head, closed his eyes, and enjoyed her tenderness, feeling like he was in heaven.

Just then, there was a knock on the door. Xiao Ju froze, and Da Chou was startled. In that moment of distraction, he felt a chill run down his spine, and a thick stream of semen shot out like an arrow. Xiao Ju tried to dodge, but Da Chou wouldn't let her, ejaculating all of it into her mouth.

"Xiao Ju, open the door quickly. I'm here," a rough voice called out, banging loudly on the door.

Xiao Ju swallowed the semen and whispered to Da Chou, "It's my husband. Quickly get dressed and hide under the bed." Da Chou hurriedly got to work.

Xiao Ju asked the person outside, "Who are you? I can't recognize your voice."

"I'm your husband. Open the door now," the person said, sounding a little annoyed.

Xiaoju snapped, "Wait a minute, I need to get dressed."

Da Chou thought to himself, "How unlucky! Her husband cornered me in the house. God help me, I hope he doesn't get caught." He quickly dressed and crawled under the bed.

Seeing this, Xiaoju calmed down. She looked around the room, straightened the sheets, and, finding nothing amiss, went to open the door.

Now Da Chou was in trouble. Hiding under the bed, he didn't dare breathe, his earlier virility completely gone.

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