The story of the immortal cockroach

The

story begins in mid-August during the "male protagonist's" summer vacation.

At 1:50 PM, his stomach was growling with hunger, making it impossible to continue sleeping. Wang Qiang lazily dragged himself
out of bed, scratching his pants a few times. "Damn it, you dare glare at me? Watch
the power of my golden right hand!" This was Wang Qiang's cruel suppression of his lonely manhood after a long night.

After gulping down a large mouthful of water, Wang Qiang sat down at his computer to check if the porn he downloaded from SIS the night before had finished.
The four-year-old machine had been downloading for over ten hours, and it was still 1% away from completion.

Oh well, he picked up a cold steamed bun from the table and started eating while browsing the latest pornographic images. He couldn't help but
sigh, "Sigh! The mature women in 'MaiWaif' are nice, but they're too naked. If they were
like the girls in '247,' wearing uniforms, stockings, and high heels during sex, that would be unbeatable."

Half an hour later, a "ding" sounded, informing Wang Qiang that the download was complete. Rubbing his
greasy hands, Wang Qiang clicked play, lit a cigarette, and began his new day with shining eyes.

"Knock...knock," came a knock at the door. Wang Qiang flicked his cigarette ash and continued focusing on the actress's passionate performance.

"Bang...bang," came another knocking. Wang Qiang lit another cigarette and glanced at the door, but
his attention was immediately drawn back by the actress's exaggerated moans.

"Bang...bang," he kicked the door. Wang Qiang stood up angrily. Which clueless person was interfering at
this crucial moment? He quietly peered through the peephole but saw no one. Just as he was wondering, a dark cloud

suddenly appeared in the peephole . 　　"Ah, a ghost!" Wang Qiang instinctively cried out. Hearing a sound from inside, he knocked : "Is this Wang Qiang's house?" 　　A woman! And it was that kind of languid, yet steady, moaning sound (he defined as "moaning"). Using his twenty years of experience as a lecherous man, dating back to his days of sucking on a pacifier, Wang Qiang sensed that the woman at the door was definitely elegant and a very familiar, mature woman (and naturally, a beautiful one). 　　This thought flashed through his mind in a flash, and Wang Qiang, drooling, opened the door. There, squatting in the doorway, was a woman rubbing her ankle; apparently, kicking the door earlier had injured her quite badly. Hearing the door open, the woman gathered her long, loose hair and straightened up. 　　A top-tier lecherous man's first instinct when looking at a woman is to examine her genitals, and Wang Qiang undoubtedly mastered this technique perfectly. Her delicate toes were painted with light red nail polish, and she wore silver X-shaped soft-heeled sandals. A white silk dress —hmm? It must be crepe de chine, otherwise the fabric would drape so well. Wang Qiang's eye for quality was accurate. 　　However, his gaze was quickly drawn to the woman's pert, round buttocks. Like breasts, these didn't need to too big, but they also couldn't be too small… 　　The woman was somewhat overwhelmed by Wang Qiang's lewd gaze. What kind of child was this? He was a ravenous wolf! 　　"Hmm...hmm!" the woman tried to warn him, but it seemed to have no effect until their eyes met. 　　The woman smiled, scrutinizing Wang Qiang, while Wang Qiang trembled with fear. "Mom... Mom...!" Wang Qiang stammered, unable to finish the sentence. He couldn't help it! The woman before him looked exactly like his deceased mother. 　　The woman adjusted her glasses, a smirk playing on her lips: "Don't just call me 'Mom,' you have to add 'ya' after it." 　　Wang Qiang plopped down on the ground, yelling, "Mom ya!" 　　Seeing Wang Qiang's embarrassment, the woman covered her mouth and giggled, tears streaming down her face: "Xiao Bao (Wang Qiang's nickname), I'm your aunt. Haven't I told you about me?" 　　"Ah! Did I time travel? Or did time reverse?!" Wang Qiang's brain went blank, repeating the same phrase over and over... 　　Time slowly passed, and Wang Qiang finally understood the whole situation through the woman opposite him. Her name was Han Ling, and she was indeed his aunt. Wang Qiang's mother, Han Yue, and Han Ling were biological sisters who were forced to separate when their parents divorced at the age of seventeen . Han Yue stayed with Wang Qiang's maternal grandmother, while Han Ling stayed with her maternal grandfather. When Han Yue got married, Han Ling even traveled a long distance to attend her sister's wedding. 　　Wang Qiang asked in the middle of the conversation, "But my mom never told me about this!" 　　Han Ling sighed, "My sister has been working in the Gobi Desert for geological work for you for many years, and she can hardly come home. How could she have time to tell you these things..." 　　Wang Qiang thought about it and realized that his mother was working alone far away, only able to rest at home for a few days during the Spring Festival. 　　Han Ling continued, "Before her accident, my sister asked me to take you in and take care of you. I agreed, but later my aunt got into a marital crisis and had no time to take care of you. It wasn't until half a year ago, when I got a job as an English teacher at a university in S city and things were stable, that I came to pick you up. 　　" Wang Qiang scratched his head, "Auntie, of course I'm willing to go with you, but now..." 　　Han Ling interrupted, "I came this time to help you transfer schools." 　　"Then there's nothing more to say," Wang Qiang jumped for joy. Han Ling lovingly pulled Wang Qiang into her arms: "Little Bao, from now on, treat me like your mom." 　　Hehe! Hehehe! Wang Qiang was now full of energy, his head resting on his aunt's soft and fragrant breasts. Life is so blissful! 　　But the next topic was something Wang Qiang had gotten after being beaten: "Auntie, you look so young." 　　"Such a sweet little guy, let Auntie give you a kiss." 　　"So, how old is Auntie?" 　　"Asking about a woman's age is the greatest sin, oh dear...!" 　　"Oh dear! Auntie, look how badly I've been beaten, tell me!" 　　"Hmm..., lock the door and draw the curtains." 　　After everything was done according to the highest instructions, Han Ling whispered in Wang Qiang's ear: "Thirty-two." 　　"What! Thirty-two?" 　　"Do you want to die?! So loud, ahhh…!" 　　"Oh dear! What a waste of my handsome face, someone give me back my pretty face punch!" 　　"Auntie, I'll do it! I love hitting people!" 　　"Help…!" 　　In the following days, through the connections Han Ling had made beforehand, Wang Qiang was able to go to S City Science and Technology College at the start of the next semester.

He went to the technical university. After completing the formalities, Han Ling had to leave first because of other matters. By the time Wang Qiang rented out the house, it was already
early September. At the

No. 2S

City train station square, the crowd outside the platform was like a flood, completely oblivious to the suffocating heat.
Today was the fourth day of new student enrollment and out-of-town students returning to school. At noon, Wang Qiang, carrying a small bag and suitcase
, looked around blankly. Of course, he was waiting for his only relative here, his aunt Han Ling.

The scorching summer sun made him dizzy and lightheaded. Just as he was about to collapse, Wang Qiang suddenly straightened up, his eyes flashing like lightning.
He locked onto someone not far away, and moved with the grace of a peerless master.

You might ask why? Of course, it was because Wang Qiang, known as the number one invincible cockroach in Hebei, had seen a beautiful woman, and
a very beautiful one at that.

In the vast crowd, the girl only glanced at him briefly. But those gentle, clear eyes,
like sharp blades, instantly pierced the heart of the invincible cockroach. If being shot through the heart wouldn't kill him, the girl's long, flowing
hair, reaching past her hips, had completely ensnared Wang Qiang's soul, making it impossible for him to escape.

Her round buttocks, encased in cropped jeans, were quite something! Judging by her youthful appearance, she should be a student, so why
did she possess such mature, alluring breasts? Was she an assassin, sent here specifically to "assassinate" him, the number one lecher in Hebei
?

Come on, even though I, the Undying Little Strongman, am known as the Indestructible Vajra Body of Lewdness, you can take my heart and body if you want
! Come on! Baby! (Come on, baby!)

She followed him, seemingly floating on clouds. When Wang Qiang regained consciousness, he found himself standing near a row
of buses .

Looking at the banner on the bus: "Welcome to the University of Science and Technology of China! USTC welcomes you!" It turned out to be
a school bus picking up new students. Hmm, this girl must be a freshman at USTC. USTC? The University of Science and Technology of China! "Ah, looks like we're from the same
school. I, Xiao Qiang, am already having a lucky streak as soon as I stepped in..." Wang Qiang stood there, stroking his chin
, lost in his fantasies.

While he was lost in thought, the upperclassmen greeting the new students showed no mercy: "Excuse me, young lady,
are you here to register at the University of Science and Technology?"

The girl nodded timidly and politely replied, "Hello, upperclassmen, my name is Bai Xue, I'm
a new student . This is my admission notice," then took it out of her bag and showed it to the boys.

The boys high-fived each other, as if they had won a battle.

Wang Qiang was annoyed. This girl was really innocent. What kind of parents could bear to let a girl as pure as a blank sheet of paper leave
home alone? Looks like I'm the kind of pervert they need... no! I'm the purest pervert in the world! Sigh! Why do I always categorize
myself like this? Oh well, a pervert it is then. Beautiful lady, I'm here to save you.

But those upperclassmen weren't exactly innocent either; they were clearly seasoned veterans. Taking advantage of the other boys' inattention, they
practically shoved Bai Xue and her luggage onto the bus. Watching the still-full bus speed
away under the boys' urging, Wang Qiang straightened his posture, adjusted his clothes, clasped his hands in a deep bow, and muttered, "Looks like
you are kindred spirits. I really admire your skills... I admire you! Hey, who's so blind
to dare hit me... uh... hehe! Auntie, if you hadn't come soon, I would have been kidnapped by a pretty girl."

It was Han Ling who gave Wang Qiang a sharp tap on the head from behind. "What are you doing here? Didn't I tell you to wait for me in
the parking lot asked fiercely, hands on her hips.

Wang Qiang looked aggrieved, like a wronged wife: "Auntie, you said parking lot, but there are more than ten here!
Where am I supposed to wait?"

"Uh!" Han Ling pouted, acting unreasonably, "I forgive you this time." She then put her
arm and walked towards her car with a smile.

"Wow, a Suzuki Swift! Auntie, you bought this car? It must be expensive!" Wang Qiang
asked exaggeratedly, pointing at the car.

Han Ling nodded, "Just bought it this year, a little over 70,000 yuan," and then drove towards the university town in the eastern suburbs.

Han Ling didn't take Wang Qiang to the university to register first, but instead took him to a residential building a 15-minute walk from the university
, where Han Ling had rented a new place for Wang Qiang. The landlord,

who looked to be in his seventies, opened the door on the sixth floor. It was a
three-bedroom, one- , but the layout was quite good.

Han Ling paid the rent and turned to Wang Qiang apologetically, "Xiao Bao, I'm sorry. It's a bit inconvenient for Auntie to stay here right now,
so would it be okay if you stayed here temporarily? Uncle Hu is a very nice night watchman at the university, and I feel very safe with you here."

Wang Qiang, of course, had no objections; it was understandable that she didn't want to stay with him. After all, his aunt was now divorced,
and naturally, she needed to find a new boyfriend, and with a boyfriend, the two of them would naturally… well, let's just say they'd break out in a sweat… The first part was for his aunt's sake, the second part was, of course, for his own. How could he access

his SIS website or bring any pretty girls home if he were always under his aunt's watchful eye ? 　　With this thought in mind, Wang Qiang said happily, "Auntie, I've always lived alone, this is fine..." 　　Grandpa Hu chuckled, "Teacher Han, you're so good at talking. Don't worry, I'll carefully consider who will occupy those two rooms, it definitely won't interfere with the child's studies. Besides, I live in the building across the street, I'll be there right away if you need anything." 　　Just then, Han Ling's phone rang. After answering the call on the balcony, she said to the inner room, "Xiao Bao, you rest bit, I'll tidy up the room when I get back from running some errands." 　　Wang Qiang came out of the room and said, "Oh, Auntie, you go ahead and do your work, I'm not tired, I can manage myself," but Han Ling had already hurriedly left. 　　Old Hu sniffed, "Ah, it smells so good!" 　　Wang Qiang rolled his eyes, cursing inwardly, "You old geezer, still so greedy at your age! Looking at your 'thing probably pee on your feet by now." Ignoring the old man still inhaling his aunt's fragrance in the living room, Wang Qiang went inside to organize his belongings. 　　Opening the box, Wang Qiang looked smug. Of course! Aside from a few clothes, 80% of it was either rare or high-quality adult films. Carefully stroking the beautifully packaged cover, Wang Qiang felt like the richest man in the world. 　　"Young man, you've got a good stash, hehe! How about we exchange some?" a voice sounded from behind. 　　Turning around, he saw Old Hu grinning at him. Wang Qiang quickly covered the things up: "I'm telling you, old man , aren't you afraid of the shock causing you to explode?"

Old Hu gave a mysterious smile, muttering, "Yoshizaki Nao, Kitahara Takako, Aoi Sora, Sato Erika
, Ishikawa, Tanaka Ai, Minami Reimi, Osawa Yuka, Tachibana Kyoko, Uehara Ruka, Yuki
Anna..." and nearly a hundred Japanese actresses in one breath. Seeing Wang Qiang's stunned expression, the old man continued,
"And some Western ones? Like Toriback, Alette, Ocean,
Jane, Klk."

Wang Qiang now realized he'd met a comrade, and quickly bowed, saying, "I didn't recognize your talent! Truly, hidden masters
are everywhere!"

Their conversation quickly deepened their camaraderie, and by the time Han Ling returned, they were as close as brothers. Of course, Han
Ling didn't know the reason, but was naturally happy to see the two getting along so well.

Three.

The next few days passed quickly as Wang Qiang followed Han Ling to her new school and department, buying daily necessities. Today, September
10th, was both Teacher's Day and the Mid-Autumn Festival. Han Ling took Wang Qiang, far from home, out, and they even got a bottle of wine for dinner.

Their joyful moment was disrupted by a phone call. Han Ling hesitated for a long time, her face displeased, before saying, "Xiao Bao,
I'm sorry . Auntie has something very important to do and can't celebrate the festival with you.

" Wang Qiang nodded, "It's okay, Auntie has important business to attend to. Tomorrow is the first day of classes, and I need to
go back and pack my textbooks."

Seeing how sensible Xiao Bao was, Han Ling stood up, bent down, kissed Wang Qiang's forehead, paid the bill, and left. The faint
scent of her lips lingered on his forehead, and Wang Qiang found himself incredibly energetic, as if he'd been injected with adrenaline. Because of that kiss,
he'd finish the rest of the wine first, then go back and watch ten Aoi Sora movies to celebrate.

Swaying and humming a little tune, Wang Qiang walked to a residential area wall to relieve himself. Perhaps he was too pleased with himself today, or perhaps
fate wanted to excite him even more. A dark shadow swayed a few times on the wall above and then fell, landing squarely
on Wang Qiang, who was halfway through his pleasure.

Wang Qiang, dizzy and disoriented, shook his head and cursed, "Fuck you, are you trying to kill me?!" But
he quickly stopped, realizing it was a woman.

The woman wore a black, buckled, tight-fitting short dress, with glow-in-the-dark stockings and
sandals . Her shoulder-length, slightly messy hair just covered her face.

After staring at her for so long without her moving, Wang Qiang wondered if she was dead. He quickly looked
around ; these days, things could easily get complicated, and he didn't want to be blamed. But judging from
the woman's stunning figure, comparable to his aunt's, she must be a beauty.

Finally, curiosity won out, and Wang Qiang first touched the woman's thigh. Those long legs were incredibly
alluring , clad in irresistible black stockings; he touched them without hesitation.

No reaction? Hmm… there! A little higher? He had no idea how lecherous and
pathetic he looked; this was Wang Qiang's first real encounter with a woman.

His hands trembled uncontrollably as he cursed himself and tried to encourage himself. Suddenly, a light appeared in the distance
, sending a chill down his spine. With superhuman speed, Wang Qiang scooped the woman up and hid behind a tree by the roadside. The car that had just driven by
hadn't even noticed them.

"Damn it, why am I so guilty? I...I didn't do anything wrong!" Wang Qiang's heart pounded
wildly .

"Ugh...waaa..." The woman he was holding, shaken violently, began to vomit profusely
. Wang Qiang was now on the verge of tears! He hadn't even seen what the woman looked like before she was covered in vomit
.

Damn it, it seemed she wouldn't die. Wang Qiang resigned himself to his bad luck
and dust himself off, and leave, but unexpectedly, the woman grabbed his neck and wouldn't let go.

Was this his nemesis? (The implication being, "Am I, Xiaoqiang from Hebei, going to lose my virginity tonight?")
But this woman feels really good. So be it. Wang Qiang carried the woman home.

He closed the door, fumbled for the light switch, and climbed six flights of stairs, panting heavily.
He weakly threw himself and the woman in his arms onto the sofa. The woman beneath him groaned softly
before finally releasing her grip on his neck.

Wang Qiang took a shower to wash away the smell of alcohol. When he came out, he found the woman sound asleep, nestled in her vomit.
Rubbing hands, Wang Qiang said to the woman, "Miss, look, you're covered in vomit. I'm just trying to help,
don't wake up and call me a pervert."

But how was he going to take off that dress?! Wang Qiang struggled for a long time but couldn't manage it. Finally, he gritted his teeth, grabbed the woman's
clothes by the shoulders, and kicked her head, completing the task with a "crackling" sound.

Wang Qiang was dumbfounded. After the woman took off her dress, she was only wearing close-fitting underwear, and those were the kind of
alluring thongs and triangle bras.

Swallowing hard, he noticed that the woman's previously face-covering hair had come loose, her willow-leaf eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and
her drunken face held a hint of anger, seemingly charming yet exuding a coldness. Wang Qiang
made a fair assessment of this woman: a typical hot chick. Despite

his usual boastful attitude and seemingly knowledgeable about adult film actresses, when faced with a beautiful woman's body at his mercy,
Wang Qiang hesitated. He noticed his manhood uncooperatively standing up in protest: "Damn it, do you think I don't want to?
If I make you feel good, my life is over!" Patting his unruly member, Wang Qiang decided to put on a
pornographic

Soon, the room was filled with the extremely professional moans of an adult film actress, but Wang Qiang's eyes kept glancing towards the living room. After
half an hour of struggling, his second-highest ranked member was still full of fighting spirit. Wang Qiang decided to go to sleep, but
the tent pitched on the blanket after lying down was even more unsettling.

He went back to the living room and stood next to the woman: "Hmm... I won't touch you, but my second brother
is rebelling , so please forgive me for taking you in for the night. Hehe..." Wang Qiang offered his penis
and started playing with it. Sure enough, his penis was quite substantial. With the double stimulation of his right hand shaking it and the sleeping woman, it finally "vomited" after a short while.

"Damn it!" Wang Qiang wanted to turn around after his pleasure, but it was too late. The first and largest amount of semen he ejaculated hit
the woman's face. Looking around like a thief, he realized he was at home. Seeing
the marks he had left on the beautiful woman's face, Wang Qiang wisely decided to use tissues to cover up the evidence.

But the more he panicked, the worse he got. While wiping, he accidentally touched her mouth. "Hmm... water, so thirsty..."
The woman's bright red lips parted slightly as she reached out and grabbed at things haphazardly. Perhaps feeling her lips were wet,

she stuck out her little tongue and licked them back and forth. Wang Qiang quickly got up, poured her a glass of water, and fed her some snacks. He was both amused and exasperated; now she'd actually ejaculated on his face and swallowed his semen. Looking at his watch, it was already past 2 AM .
He changed the towel and gently wiped away the remaining
traces . After all that work, Wang Qiang felt the effects of the alcohol from the night before kicking in. He turned and wearily went back to his room to dream. 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　IV . 　　Damn, the southern weather is still so hot this morning? Wang Qiang, still half-asleep, tried to push back the covers beside him. "Hmm, this blanket is so soft... if only it were breasts. Heh...heh heh!" Not fully sober, Wang Qiang drooled and fantasized even in his dreams. 　　He remembered there was a drunken woman lying in the living room yesterday. He wondered if she would scream "Ah!" after sobering up, then tearfully plead, "You've seen my body, you're my husband now you have to take responsibility for me." If only that were the case. 　　His hand unconsciously gripped the object a couple more times; it felt smooth yet surprisingly elastic. The only downside was the sensation of being watched like a venomous snake eyeing its prey. As his drowsiness faded, Wang Qiang wisely kept his eyes closed, but why was his forehead covered in cold sweat? 　　The woman, her arm behind her head, held a slender cigarette between her long, delicate fingers, her eyes fixed on . After a while, she spoke: "Alright, that's enough pretending to be asleep." 　　Seeing Wang Qiang still stubbornly faking it, the woman threatened, "If you keep pretending to be asleep after I count to three, I'll go to the balcony and yell 'molestation'. 　　" As soon as she finished speaking, Wang Qiang immediately opened his eyes, feigning innocence: "Hey! Beautiful lady, good morning! Why are you in my bed?" 　　The woman didn't speak, looking at him with a forced smile. 　　Gradually, Wang Qiang couldn't resist her gaze, his eyes starting to wander. The woman spoke again: "I say , shouldn't you make a move on me?" 　　"Oh...ah! Hehe, it wasn't my intention, please forgive me, beautiful lady." Wang Qiang then realized how indecent his position was; his hairy legs were clamping down on those long, slender, silk-stockinged legs. And that wasn't all; a bra was half-dangling from his eyes amidst the white expanse, and that wicked left hand was grabbing the woman's breast. 　　A shudder ran through him, and Wang Qiang pulled his limbs back up from the Simmons mattress, simultaneously feeling his little brother begin its morning exercise. In his panic, Wang Qiang didn't notice he tripped, and unfortunately, his body leaned towards the beautiful woman who was about to smoke. The　　woman's pupils dilated infinitely in terror, followed by a gasp and an unidentified groan. Wang Qiang desperately prayed that it was all an illusion, that he was just dreaming. But a dream of lying on a beautiful woman's stomach wasn't bad! 　　"How long are you going to lie there?" the woman's voice was cold and trembling. That near-miss had already touched some unspeakable places. 　　As Wang Qiang quickly sat up, both he and the beautiful woman shuddered again, because the man carrying the flag had once more lifted them up. 　　"Are you doing this on purpose?" the woman asked, still with her legs spread wide. 　　"No, absolutely not," Wang Qiang stammered, covering his genitals through his underwear. If this were the first floor, he would have jumped out the window and fled . 　　The woman showed no sign of getting up, simply keeping her legs together and leaning outwards, her reclining posture causing Wang Qiang to tremble. 　　"Beautiful lady, could you put your clothes on first? Or you could cover yourself with something," Wang Qiang said, clearly embarrassed. 　　The woman pulled another cigarette from the bedside table with her left hand, holding it between her slender fingers as she looked at Wang Qiang. 　　"Yes!" Wang Qiang exclaimed, freeing one hand from his genitals to light the cigarette. 　　"You're a student, right?" the woman began to ask. 　　"Yes," Wang Qiang nodded quickly. "Where's 　　your student ID? Let me see it," the woman commanded, and the man, not daring to disobey, respectfully retrieved it and presented it. 　　The woman, without looking up, ordered, "I'm hungry, go prepare breakfast." 　　Wang Qiang nodded and bowed, then dashed to the kitchen to cook noodles. Just as he reached the kitchen, he suddenly remembered that he had kindly helped her yesterday, and now he felt guilty. But he only thought about it; he didn't have the courage to explain, after all, he hadn't been clean last night. 　　After the food was ready, Wang Qiang peeked out from the doorway: "Beautiful lady, please have your meal." 　　The woman sat up in bed, stretching in an incredibly alluring way, which greatly aroused Wang Qiang's manhood. Then, wearing only her underwear, she came to the living room. Before eating, the woman looked around, asking as she ate, "Do you live here alone?" 　　Wang Qiang sat down obediently like a dutiful wife, proactively explaining, "I just transferred here a few days ago, and I just rented this place; there are no other tenants yet..." 　　The woman listened as she ate, finally putting down her chopsticks. After gesturing twice, she obediently offered Wang Qiang a cigarette and lit it. After taking a deep drag, the woman spoke: "Have you thought of how to make it up to me?" 　　Wang Qiang, all smiles, tentatively asked in a low voice, "Beautiful lady, please show me a way out." 　　The woman flicked her cigarette ash, thought for a moment, and said, "Well, how about this? I'm looking to rent a place right now, and there's a spot here . I'll live here from now on, but you'll have to pay the rent, okay?" 　　"Wow!" Wang Qiang jumped up, then sat down again, saying, "I'm a student, where would I get the money to rent you another room!" 　The woman stubbed out her cigarette, stood up, and walked outside, saying, "Then I'll go downstairs and call the police to 　　reason with you." 　　"Beautiful lady! Queen! My ancestor! I agree!" Wang Qiang said, tears welling up inside. His rent back home had vanished before he even had a chance to enjoy it. 　　The two then sat down for another round of verbal sparring. The woman smiled and extended her hand, "Hello, future roommate, Wang, my name is Lin Xiaoyue, nice to meet you." 　　Feeling utterly exhausted, Wang Qiang waved his hand and prepared to go inside to change his clothes, as he was covered . Just as he reached the door, he suddenly turned around: "You just called me 'Classmate Wang,' are you a college student too?" 　　Lin Xiaoyue shrugged and asked curiously, "Why can't I be?" 　　Wang Qiang was completely speechless. He picked up the phone and called Old Hu, telling him someone wanted to rent a room and he should come over now.

After changing, Wang Qiang noticed Lin Xiaoyue was still wearing a revealing bikini and said, "Are you an exhibitionist? The landlord's coming
soon."

Lin Xiaoyue held up her tattered dress and retorted, "Who did this?"

Wang Qiang raised his hands, "Okay, I give up. Can you wear mine for now?"

When Old Hu saw Lin Xiaoyue wearing only a baggy t-shirt, his gaze towards Wang Qiang became very ambiguous, and he immediately
offered to reduce the rent by a hundred.

However, Lin Xiaoyue had a very bad feeling towards the landlord. If Wang Qiang was a cowardly, immature pervert, then
Old Hu's gaze towards her was that of a fully grown, hungry wolf with its fangs bared.

Holding the money, Old Hu stood at the door and said enviously in a low voice, "Young man, you're amazing. You've only been here a few days and you've already got
such a beauty. But why are you living separately... Ha! I know you're afraid of Teacher Han, aren't you? Don't worry, I
won't tell, but if you're willing to let me see those rare, out-of-print books, my mouth will be even tighter."

Watching Old Hu happily carrying several DVDs downstairs, Wang Qiang cursed him, wishing he'd
die .

Before leaving, Wang Qiang couldn't help but blurt out, "Um... Lin Xiaoyue, I've already
paid the rent. Tell me, did we... you know... last night?"

Lin Xiaoyue innocently asked, "What do you mean, 'you know'?"

Wang Qiang himself became embarrassed, "Did we... do that?"

Lin Xiaoyue covered her mouth and giggled uncontrollably, "We... I won't tell you, so you'll never
know whether you've ever had any intimate contact with this beautiful woman."

Wang Qiang was completely speechless.

Five .

"You're late for class on the first day, and it's my class!" Han Ling scolded Wang Qiang while giving him several sharp taps on the head, then
adjusted his glasses and led him back to the office.

After sitting down at his desk and introducing himself to the other teachers, Han Ling took out a box of pastries from his drawer
, "Eat up, you rushed in like that, you must not have had breakfast."

Wang Qiang started eating without ceremony. "Eat slowly, don't choke," Han Ling said, pouring him a cup of green tea and
affectionately patting his back.

Wang Qiang took a sip of tea and mumbled, "This is what you call 'a feast for the eyes,' hey... Auntie, don't hit my head anymore, or I'll
become an idiot."

Han Ling puffed out her cheeks and scolded, "You have no sense of propriety, and you're not respectful to your aunt."

Just as the two were talking intimately, someone interrupted, "Oh, Teacher Han really cares about her students,"
said a portly man who looked to be over fifty.

Han Ling saw who it was, stood up, and greeted him casually, "Hello, Dean Liang, what brings you
here ?"

"Oh, nothing. Just taking a walk, you all continue with your work," Han Ling replied, but her gaze towards Han Ling was
meaningful .

Wang Qiang glanced at the man, and to be honest, he really disliked him. Not only was he fatter than a pig, but his smile
also seemed particularly sinister. Looking at her aunt's eyes, it was as if she wanted to devour him alive.

Han Ling glanced at her watch and said with a smile, "Xiao Bao, class is about to start. Take your snacks with you,
Auntie ."

After Wang Qiang left with the pastries, Han Ling's smile slowly faded. She sat there, staring blankly at a photo
, until her phone rang, at which point she composed herself and walked towards the leader's office.

After knocking, Han Ling asked, "Is Dean Liang in?"

Inside, Liang Zhongchao personally opened the door and welcomed Han Ling in, followed by a slight "click" as the door
locked . Unlike his amiable and friendly demeanor outside, Liang Zhongchao inside was more like a lecherous scoundrel.
As he locked the door, his right hand, through her uniform, grabbed Han Ling's proud breasts, while his left hand explored deeper under her skirt.

Han Ling dodged Liang Zhongchao's groping hands and asked, "You're only thinking about your own pleasure. How's
the matter ?"

Liang Zhongchao buried his head in her snowy breasts, kissing and nibbling for a long time before panting, "Baby, this
takes time. Wait a little longer, and I promise I'll get it done soon."

Han Ling struggled to push Liang Zhongchao away, her clothes disheveled, maintaining a certain distance between them across the desk: "Today
you keep putting it off until tomorrow, tomorrow until the day after, it's been over half a year now. You're not just lying to me about sleeping with you, are you?"

Although he was burning with desire, Liang Zhongchao still took two photos from the drawer and placed them on the table: "My little darling
, when have I ever lied to you? Look for yourself if you don't believe me."

Han Ling picked up the photos and couldn't help but shed tears. The photos showed her daughter who had been taken away by her ex-husband. Seeing Han
Ling crying blankly, Liang Zhongchao stepped forward and hugged her: "My little darling, don't cry. I'll
take care of your daughter."

Han Ling stopped crying and asked: "When? Every time I'm the one who pursues you hard, you produce a few photos
. You're not conspiring with that damned guy to scheme against me, are you?"

Liang Zhongchao immediately swore: "Heaven and earth bear witness..."

What else could Han Ling say? Powerless and without connections, if it weren't for this person, she might not even
have seen a picture of her child. Even with the slimmest hope, she had no choice but to gamble.

Seeing the beauty stop crying, Liang Zhongchao grabbed Han Ling's small hand and placed it between his legs: "Baby, look, after
all this fuss, it's calmed down."

Concealing her good mood, Han Ling offered a rainbow-like smile, gently guiding Liang Zhongchao to lean
against fingers: "What are you afraid of? I'll take good care of it." As she spoke, Han Ling gently knelt on the ground,
cupping his limp penis in her hands, kissing the glans before slowly taking it into her mouth.

Watching Han Ling's hair flutter as she diligently swallowed his flesh, Liang Zhongchao groaned comfortably, taking a capsule from
his shirt pocket and swallowing it.

His previously limp penis slowly grew larger. Han Ling then unbuttoned her shirt and placed her bra aside. With her hands
parting his cleavage, she clamped his fleshy genitals between her breasts. Then, Han Ling's waist and hands worked in tandem, performing a breastjob, occasionally kissing
him with her mouth or teasing his glans with her delicate tongue.

Viagra takes about half an hour to take effect, but in front of a beauty like Han Ling, Liang Zhongchao
could only . Accompanied by the man's heavy, panting breaths, thick streams of semen gushed
out. Han Ling knelt there quietly, letting the foul-smelling semen splatter onto her breasts, face, hair, and even
clothes .

Thick, milky-white semen dripped from the lenses of Han Lingyao's glasses, forming a white line that fell onto her nose and mouth.
Han Lingyao didn't care; instead, through her blurred vision, she used her mouth to clean her semi-erect penis. Her small tongue swirled around the glans
, sucking out the semen from the ejaculation duct and swallowing it.

Soon, under the dual stimulation of the beauty's oral service and the drug, her penis regained its vitality.
After quickly wiping her eyes with a glasses cloth, Han Lingyao stood up to take off her suit jacket and skirt, but Liang Zhongchao stopped her: "Little vixen, I
like fucking you dressed."

Whatever, it was all about letting him vent his lust; Han Lingyao was indifferent and let him have his way. Liang Zhongchao lifted Han Lingyao's
suit jacket and skirt to her waist, carried her to the desk, and pulled down her underwear. Spreading her beautiful legs, clad in sheer flesh-colored stockings,
Liang Zhongchao's short, stout body stood there, greedily tasting the exposed instep of one of Han Lingyao's high-heeled shoes.

Teeth nibbled and tongue slid across the sheer stockings, glistening with wet saliva. Liang Zhongchao adored those
plump, rounded legs. Han Ling sat at her desk, her face flushed, her body
weak and limp from Liang Zhongchao's experienced teasing. When her clitoris was gently bitten and teased, Han Ling could no longer withstand the stimulation.
She tossed her hair, looked up at the sky, and began to moan incoherently, "Eee...eeee."

Aroused, Liang Zhongchao then took action, thrusting forward and penetrating Han Ling's
tender . He didn't rush to move, but quietly savored the layered, writhing sensations within.
The folds of her vulva and the secreted fluids gently enveloped the unexpected guest, seemingly both welcoming and resisting.

Liang Zhongchao's inaction didn't mean Han Ling wouldn't make a move. She clamped her legs around the man's lower back, her high heels intertwined, and
wrapped her arms around the fat man's neck, using her waist to propel her small buttocks forward on the table.

"Oh! You're so proactive today, little slut," Liang Zhongchao remarked, noticing Han Ling's unusual initiative. Little did he
know, Han Ling was taking Wang Qiang out to dinner after this long class, and wouldn't have much time to waste here.

However, Han Ling's delicate body quickly gave out; after all, sex, being physically demanding, required the man's
dominance. Watching Han Ling's rapid breathing, beads of sweat glistening on her forehead and chest, Liang Zhongchao brought her
silk-stockinged legs together and placed them on his left shoulder, then had Han Ling wrap her arms around his neck, forcing her to sit upright in
a V-shape.

Thus, Han Ling's years of yoga training became the man's ideal lustful flesh. The heavy solid wood table began
to tremble , the office supplies on it rattling wildly. Below the mons pubis, a black, fleshy worm darted back and forth
between the pink labia.

Sildenafil citrate tablets (Viagra) are something women both love and hate, and Han Ling
felt the same way. She wasn't impotent; how could she not feel anything when a man conquered her? Han Ling had already ejaculated
three times and was almost too weak to even moan, but Liang Zhongchao, that idiot, had been tormenting her for over half an hour without ejaculating.

The ringing of her phone in her bag jolted Han Ling awake. She waved to Liang Zhongchao to slow
down and reached for her phone: "Xiao Bao, oh, you're done with class... um."

Liang Zhongchao, naturally, didn't want to watch Han Ling make a call. He pulled her up from the table,
making her stand up and spread her legs.

Han Ling answered Wang Qiang while using her eyes and gestures to signal Liang Zhongchao to stop messing around. But the other party persisted
in their unreasonable demands, so Han Ling had no choice but to rest her upper body on the table. From a distance, her long,
sexy legs in stockings were spread wide apart, and the high heels on her toes made her upturned buttocks particularly alluring and lewd. Han Ling,
of course, didn't notice any of this. She turned her head and made a "shh" gesture with her finger to her lips, signaling for everyone to be quiet.

On the first day of officially starting classes in the new place, Wang Qiang was in a good mood, grumbling as he walked towards Han Ling's
office .

If anyone saw Dean Liang's belly when he was naked, no one would doubt that those few layers of fat, if cut off and thrown
onto the scale, would definitely weigh much more than Han Ling. But nothing in this world is impossible. This fat pig, raised for over fifty
years and still not ready for market, was pressing down on Han Ling, greedily kneading her breasts from behind, his lower body
thrusting fast and urgently like a dog in heat.

This was tough on Han Ling, who could only purse her lips and make "uh-huh" sounds, no longer answering Wang Qiang's questions. Turning back to glare
at Liang Zhongchao, Han Ling finally caught her breath and quickly said to Wang Qiang, "Xiao Bao, I'm not in
the office right now, um... wait for me at the west gate, Auntie will be there to pick you up soon," and hung up before Wang Qiang could reply
.

Liang Zhongchao, leaning against Han Ling's back, slowed his movements after the call ended: "Baby,
you have plans for lunch?"

Han Ling suggested, "Um, can we skip today? My sister's child is waiting..." but her response
was a rapid, forceful thrust, turning her last words into a moan.
She hadn't felt anything during the call because of the tension, but now, with her nerves relaxed, pleasure immediately overwhelmed her.

Liang Zhongchao pushed Han Ling to the window again, pressing her against the blinds and launching his final assault. His slender fingers
parted a small gap, watching the groups of young men and women on the playground—how blissful they seemed! Who could know
the debauchery in the fifth-floor office? That beautiful female teacher named Han Ling sold
her body for what seemed like a luxury.

Wang Qiang walked along, glancing back at the teachers' office building. His aunt hadn't been as articulate as usual. Had
he interrupted her and her boyfriend during their lovemaking? Bah! So disrespectful to his own aunt. Wang Qiang was truly exasperated with
his own mind; everything he thought of turned into something erotic.

Although the air conditioning kept the room cool, the entangled couple
were drenched in sweat after their intense activity. Liang Zhongchao sat back in his chair, panting heavily, the cigarette between his fingers trembling slightly.
His once-proud penis was now limp and lifeless.

Han Ling lay sprawled on the desk, her high breasts heaving. Her beautiful legs
were spread apart , her expensive stockings tattered and riddled with holes and
semen stains after the recent ordeal. A few white lines clung to her lush pubic hair, and her still-open labia slowly oozed the mess left by their debauchery.

Han Ling steadied her breathing slightly, then sat up, kicked off her high heels, removed her stockings and soaking
wet shirt, and walked towards the bathroom. The semen that had filled her womb flowed back out with her movements,
falling in threads or specks onto the dust, stretching all the way to the bathroom door…

Han Ling had changed into a suit, her left elbow resting on the car window, her hand supporting her head. Her simple makeup exuded
elegance rather than allure, and the glasses perched on her nose held a gaze that seemed to hold no thought. Wang Qiang, sitting in the car,
thought his aunt was exceptionally charming today, radiating a fatal feminine allure.

Perhaps sensing Wang Qiang's gaze, Han Ling slightly turned her head: "Xiao Bao, what are you looking at?"

Wang Qiang pretended to be looking up at the sky, then leaned close to Han Ling, sniffing her: "Wow…! Auntie's
body smells so good, oh, future uncle-in-law is in for a treat!

" "…! You little brat, daring to tease me!" Han Ling tapped Wang Qiang's forehead, then
withdrew her slender finger as the light turned green and started the car…

The

future held many things for Wang Qiang to do, such as finding a few more classic blockbusters, or seeing
a few pretty girls and fantasizing about raping them.

The pain was hard to describe, but he was certainly very depressed. To paraphrase Wang Qiang: "You women
only have , but for me, Monday through Thursday is the worst." The reason, of course, lies
with Lin Xiaoyue, this shameless girl (Wang Qiang thought to himself, with a mix of smug satisfaction). Whenever she's home, she's always wandering around in a
bikini .

She's seduced Wang Qiang so much that he's had countless nosebleeds, and every morning the sheets are stained with "blood."
The world missing a Hebei pervert, and Henan has gained a Shaolin monk, the Master of Nocturnal Ejaculation.

Wang Qiang could tolerate all of that; after all, seeing a beautiful woman in a bikini is quite pleasing to the eye. But why should I buy the groceries,
cook the meals, and even clean the house? (Thinking to himself: Why do I clean Lin Xiaoyue's room too?)

Wang Qiang gritted his teeth and tolerated those things, but watching porn on her computer was just wrong. Even worse
, she compared him to Western male porn stars—it's like comparing a cucumber to a telephone pole, deliberately
disgusting…!

During this time, Han Ling often came over and saw a beautiful female student living across the hall for the first time. Han Ling smiled
ambiguously and secretly suggested before leaving, "She's a girl living alone, which means she doesn't have a boyfriend
. Xiao Bao, you have to try harder!"

Wang Qiang could only give a helpless bitter smile and dream of that beautiful girl with long hair that reached her waist. These
bittersweet days led to Wang Qiang's winter break.

After seeing his exam results, Wang Qiang was very happy. All his scores were average, neither high nor low. For
an ordinary what could he possibly be dissatisfied with?

Should he find a short-term job during the holidays? A real man shouldn't even take his aunt's allowance. Besides, he should
at least buy his aunt a gift for the New Year to show his appreciation!

Just as he was lost in thought, someone patted his shoulder heavily: "What are you thinking about so intently? You're about to bump into a tree!"

Wang Qiang turned around with a start and saw it was Lin Xiaoyue. He said irritably, "You scared me to death! Don't you know that
a man's performance drops when he's suddenly startled?"

"Lowering your sexual ability, huh?" Lin Xiaoyue laughed heartily, ignoring passersby, then solemnly
declared, "Whether it's lowered or not, it's the same." She then gave him a pitying look before
quickly leaving without waiting for Wang Qiang's retort.

After walking a short distance, as if remembering something, she turned back, waved, and called out, "Honey, I'm coming home for dinner tonight.
Make it extra fancy, okay? I'll give you a little surprise!" She also blew him a kiss.

Seeing the envious glances from the men around him, Wang Qiang felt a little smug, though there were even more murderous
glares …

Perhaps it was the nice weather, or maybe it was because school was on holiday. Wang Qiang easily found
a part-time job; as for cooking for Lin Xiaoyue, forget about it. He

tried calling his aunt to celebrate, but couldn't get through, so he called some classmates who hadn't gone
home stayed out until the early hours of the morning.

Although the weather in the south wasn't as cold as in the north in January, Wang Qiang still walked home, his clothes pulled tight and his neck hunched. Alcohol
is a good thing, but drinking too much makes you want to pee. Standing against the wall, a drunken man swayed, teasing a small bird that was squirting water.
Suddenly, Wang Qiang froze, feeling something cling to his back.

The water he was about to release was abruptly cut short. Just as Wang Qiang was about to speak, a "whoosh... waaaaa"
sound of vomiting came from behind him, followed by the person leaning against him and sitting on the ground.

"Damn, you're really... uh!" Wang Qiang was stunned. The woman on the ground
was none other than
Bai Xue, the long-haired beauty he'd glimpsed at the train station, the one he'd fantasized about countless times in his dreams… uh… no, the one he'd searched for a thousand times in his dreams.

The girl in white had a rosy blush on her cheeks, her cute little mouth pouting, exhaling a pleasant
smell of alcohol (Wang Qiang thought even Bai Xue's vomit smelled good). Sitting on the ground with her legs turned inwards, she shook her head
and "waaaaaaaaaaa!" vomited all over Wang Qiang's leg.

A cold wind blew past, and Wang Qiang realized the birdcage was open, and the bird was peeking out, watching the commotion.
Before his hand even touched her pants, Bai Xue, having finished vomiting, contentedly pressed her head back against him.

Wang Qiang trembled violently, his mind wandering wildly again. Should he shout "Oh yes!"
or "Stop it!" (Ame-dae)? Because, of all times, Bai Xue's little mouth touched his silly
little bird.

What happened next nearly drove Wang Qiang to the brink of collapse. Under the double stimulation of Bai Xue's soft cherry lips and her warm breath , his own bird, without any hardening process, fired, releasing
the water he hadn't released earlier . 　　Seeing his dream lover's face covered in wet urine, Wang Qiang painfully covered his eyes with his hands. What could he say now that things had come to this? Wang Qiang carried Bai Xue on his back (this time he was more experienced and didn't carry her) and looked for a way home, only to find that this was the place where he had met Lin Xiaoyue last time. 　　It was annoying that the old building didn't have motion-activated lights. Wang Qiang put Bai Xue down and fumbled for the key to find the lock. Just then, the door was flung open: "Are you trying to kill me?! I told you to come back and cook, and you went crazy in the middle of the night!" Queen Lin Xiaoyue's eyes flashed with fury. 　　The light from inside illuminated the doorway, and Lin Xiaoyue immediately saw the girl behind Wang Qiang. Although surprised, she quickly called , "Look at you two, you look so disheveled, come in quickly." 　　Lin Xiaoyue led the girl into the bathroom to wash up, while Wang Qiang leaned against the doorway explaining the situation. 　　Lin Xiaoyue ordered, "Go get a set of pajamas." 　　Wang Qiang retorted, "Do you even have pajamas?"

Lin Xiaoyue scolded, "You big idiot, hurry up and get it from my room."

Wang Qiang retorted, "Who's an idiot? You never wear them, how am I supposed to know where to go?"

Lin Xiaoyue kicked the door, "You want to die? Fine, I'll grant your wish."

Wang Qiang obediently went to the inner room, found his pajamas, and slipped them in through the crack in the door.

After washing off the stains, Wang Qiang saw Lin Xiaoyue sitting on the sofa smoking. "Uh! It's too late, I'm going to rest
."

Lin Xiaoyue's words were unquestionable: "Come sit down." Wang Qiang had no choice but to bite the bullet and come
back .

Pulling Wang Qiang to sit beside her, Lin Xiaoyue took the other person's phone, wrote down the number, and turned to go to the kitchen. She quickly brought out
many takeout containers, and finally a bottle of white wine and an unopened cake.

"Is it your birthday today?" Wang Qiang asked tentatively.

Lin Xiaoyue rolled her eyes at him: "Of course, I wanted to celebrate with you, but you didn't
come back even at midnight."

You didn't say it! Of course, Wang Qiang didn't dare to say what he really thought, he could only think it to himself. However, he was
quick , opening the bottle and pouring Lin Xiaoyue a full glass in a flattering manner: "Happy birthday!"

"Thank you!" Lin Xiaoyue rarely showed a gentle smile, raising her glass and drinking it all in one gulp. Wang Qiang was deeply moved;
for the first time, he found Lin Xiaoyue's smile so captivating.

Whether it was due to the alcohol or embarrassment from Wang Qiang's gaze, a bright blush rose on Lin Xiaoyue's face.
But she quickly returned to normal: "You big pervert, have you looked enough? I've already finished mine."

Wang Qiang chuckled awkwardly a few times, tossing back his drink to extinguish his own. After a few drinks, Lin Xiaoyue exhaled
a smoke ring and asked gossipily, "This girl is pretty, isn't she? Tell me, after all that effort to seduce her, have you managed to get her into
bed ?"

Taking the opportunity to scrutinize Lin Xiaoyue, Wang Qiang pinched his chin, frowned, and pretended to think, finally saying after a long while, "Hey!
She's definitely prettier than your Queen Lin. It would be so great if she were my girlfriend."

What! Just as Lin Xiaoyue was about to unleash her fury, she heard the following words and laughed, a rather "cute"
laugh : "Oh... so she's not your girlfriend? So you're being lewd, getting that girl drunk and then
bringing her home to do inappropriate things? That should count as date rape, right?"

"No," Wang Qiang categorically denied her assumption, standing up and slapping his chest loudly in
protest : "A model citizen like me, embodying the Five Virtues, Four Beauties, Three Loves, and Two Morals, how could I
be as despicable as you think?"

"Her breasts feel so good," Lin Xiaoyue said whimsically.

Wang Qiang immediately echoed, smugly: "Yeah! Firm yet supple? Uh... you tricked me!"

Lin Xiaoyue's surprise attack succeeded, and she laughed triumphantly: "The little fox has shown her tail! I'll teach you to play the good guy." Wang Qiang

wanted to explain that it was the feeling of his back rubbing against Bai Xue when he brought her back. But then he thought better of it;
explaining to this witch would only make things worse. The effects of the alcohol kicked in, and he weakly waved his hand, preparing to go back to his room to rest.

It was another beautiful morning when Wang Qiang groggily opened his eyes. He found a small, white hand pinching
his cheek; glancing sideways, he recognized Lin Xiaoyue. Wang Qiang's first thought wasn't about sleeping with her last night,
but whether he'd lost his virginity to this little vixen.

Thankfully! His morning erection told him nothing terrible had happened. Looking at Lin Xiaoyue's adorable
sleeping face , Wang Qiang felt an urge to kiss her. However, he ultimately didn't dare. Who knew if the girl was truly asleep
or just pretending? What if she suddenly opened her eyes while he was kissing her? That wouldn't just be the Twenty-One Demands, it would be
at least the One Hundred and Eighth Demand.

Gently untying Lin Xiaoyue's hands and feet, Wang Qiang, still in his underwear, went to the living room. There he saw Bai Xue
sitting on the sofa, lost in thought, her long, beautiful hair cascading down her chest, particularly alluring.

Wang Qiang poured a glass of water and placed it on the coffee table: "Bai Xue, are you feeling better?"

Bai Xue snapped out of her reverie, but upon seeing Wang Qiang's appearance, her face flushed red. Wang Qiang
immediately realized what the problem was and hurriedly covered his manhood as he ran back to his room. Could it be that Lin Xiaoyue's
habit of running around in her underwear had infected him? However, he almost bumped into the queen, Lin Xiaoyue, at the door.

When Wang Qiang reappeared, the living room was empty. From the closed door opposite, he could hear two girls whispering
, interspersed with Lin Xiaoyue's unrestrained laughter.

After pacing around the living room for a while, Wang Qiang decided to learn from Japanese films, using the starting move of the Thirty-Six Arts of Eavesdropping
.

But when he pressed his ear to the door, there was no sound. Just as he was wondering, the door suddenly opened, and Lin
Xiaoyue grinned slyly, as if her scheme had succeeded: "Junior, did you see that? Thinking of some wicked ideas again."

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