My wife: From meeting, getting to know each other, to falling in love

>My wife °° Meeting, getting to know each other, falling in love

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■The Six Heroes of the Wind and Dust
■Planning
■Meeting Again
■Relief

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■The Six Heroes of the Wind and Dust

"Hey! You're going to be late for school, get up!" Mom called me out of bed, her voice urgent.

I looked at the clock and it was already seven o'clock. I was so scared that I didn't even bother brushing my teeth before rushing to school
. The bike ride
to school is about forty minutes. In the first semester of first grade, I could get up early and not be late, but by the second semester,
I was a seasoned pro, often still in bed at seven o'clock. So being late had long become a part of my life. I read it out word by word
.

It's true that forty minutes is a long journey, but there are three high schools,
two junior high schools, and two elementary schools along the way, so basically those forty minutes are the most anticipated part of my day. If
you prefer a mature style, then there are plenty of enthusiastic and bold high school girls to choose from. If you prefer pretty
little girls , then you can feast your eyes during the after-school program in junior high school. If you want to emulate the adopted daughter
program of the Japanese Genji, then there are two schools for elementary school girls.

■ Intercourse Camp
However, after this summer course, I couldn't enjoy this beautiful scenery anymore because the school
started requiring students from other counties or cities with long commutes to live on campus. Anyway, that's how private schools are;
they'll make up any excuse to raise funds and rip people off. It's shameless.

Speaking of the guys I shared a room with, (after a month, they all became my best friends.

The bully said he was happy as long as he was having fun.)
"By the way! Why would you want to go? That kind of accommodation with such obvious intentions... why would you want it?

Baldy looks like he's sexually frustrated. He claims he slept with a third-year high school girl when he was in first grade
...
But that's just talk; who would believe a kid who hasn't even grown pubic hair could
sleep with an older girl?

He became obsessed with porn when he was in second grade, so he apprenticed under a bully to study Japanese
bishoujo bow down to his extensive knowledge. He became
a major distributor of Japanese pornographic information, videos, and books, and took advantage of the right time, place, and people to..." Business started booming, which was great
for us because we didn't have to pay for our adult books, videotapes, etc. until graduation, hehe.

Before I went to the army, I was always afraid she would leave me, and I even thought about using sex to strengthen my connection with
her.
Just like his name suggests, he was always listless, sleeping in class and after school,
at . Others slept at school so they could play afterward, but he didn't even play, just slept. It was really
puzzling what was wrong with him.

Kawada was a bit neurotic; it's said that he went crazy for a while in his third year of junior high due to the pressure of the college entrance exam
.

And me, the last one?

I didn't burn incense properly in my third year of junior high... I was supposed to be the first choice student who ended up at a private school. I remember crying
because I didn't do well on a test, which seems funny now. Because of the test experience, I always
slacked off and couldn't muster any interest in studying. But despite that, I was the best student among us.

So, the six of us in room 201—me, Ba Zi, Tu Mao, Zi Mo, Si Shi Ren, and Chuan Tian—
became the school's infamous "Six Heroes of the Night."

In the second semester of second grade, the class's social events started having "sexual" problems.

A student got pregnant and was expelled. Then, when the class's "social event leader" brought up the issue of social events for discussion,
almost all the boys in the class set their sights on... At this vocational girls' school,

which is said to be a notorious sex-related institution where female students are known for their boldness, openness, and sexuality , various obscene rumors began circulating among some "wicked" boys in the class.
These included rumors that the school was a hub for pornographic actresses, that male teachers had shared rooms with female students for sexual encounters, that past principals and department heads had gang-raped the chosen school beauty, that female students were forced to take nude photos to graduate, and that they had to film themselves having sex with male teachers to avoid failing a grade. "Forget it!" These were obviously nonsensical, thoughtless words, yet they still made those people shout and fantasize . The so-called true lewdness is the lewdness in one's heart, how true. Just like that, ripples were stirred in our class, which was like a still pond, slowly expanding and expanding. "Hmm...it's just me in this world..." I replied lazily, then kissed her messy hair. (After this social gathering, the sales of self-pleasure items plummeted. This is understandable; after all, seeing is no match for personal experience. Regarding the mysterious matter of "sex," every boy of this age wants to try it. "Get a girlfriend and try it out," became their catchphrase. I guess I'm not like them. Although I also like to hear these "nonsense" things, I still have some requirements and fantasies about my future girlfriend. At least, the kind of girl I can have sex with just by being slightly close to her isn't my ideal woman. But then, someone mentioned having experience...) As the number of people increased (who knows if it's true or not), we, the Six Heroes of the Wind and Dust, gradually felt left behind. Listening to the nonsense of many classmates, it seemed that only we (a few) were still virgins in the class. Immediately, a sense of impending doom and fear filled the air. We (a few) felt a sense of impending doom. However, this did not include Ba Zi, who had already had experience. He was a good-looking guy, but he had a rough accent like a country bumpkin, and his unrestrained behavior even made his girlfriend toss and turn in bed. In the end, she still came to her senses: "Forget it, anyway, what I want is her now. " When the plan to go camping was mentioned, we still threatened Ba Zi. According to him, the two of them were so close that they could have sex with that girl, but we were skeptical about it until

One day, he brought that girl to show us, and we were astonished to discover that there were such open-minded girls in the world.
She even cheerfully told us that she had done "that" with (someone) before Ba Zai.
Therefore, we secretly gave her the nickname "slut."

After that, Ba Zai reported on his progress with the slut every day. First, he touched her breasts,
then "drying" her. Then, the smug Ba Zai told us, his best friends, that the two of them
were going camping, and...

we were all itching to join in.

Ba Zai had no choice but to agree.

But a camping trip can't just be with one girl, right? Were we supposed to stay
next to him and the slut at night and watch them "do it"? So Ba Zai asked if he could invite more (girls), adding:
"Preferably girls who can sleep with people."
"No, we didn't actually go. We just had a little fun."
Thinking about it, this was an unlikely opportunity, but surprisingly, that slut agreed!

But now a problem has arisen: one is Baldy, and the other is me.

Baldy is easy to deal with; he just needs to bring his girlfriend, Qiqi.

The real issue is that I'm a problem. Firstly, I don't have a girlfriend, and secondly, I'm the best
camping leader among the six of us. Besides having the title of "King of Camping," I'm an expert in wilderness camping. Without me,
the fun is halved.

However, Ba Zi is still very loyal and asked his slut to try and find a suitable girl for me.

After the discussion started, one day, Ba Zi and I were in the dorm when that slut came to find him. We noticed
a girl next to him. While she wasn't as glamorous as the slut, her face was beautiful, and she had an
indescribable charm.

Ba Zi spoke first: "This is...?"

"Oh! She's here to see you. She has some club matters to discuss," the slut said, pointing at me.

"Ah...you're the top student in your class, aren't you?"

Seeing her student ID and name, I suddenly realized who she was. I had heard the slut talk about her before.
That unassuming girl was actually the talented one in her class. Today, she came with the slut because she had
something to discuss with me about a joint academic club event between our two schools.

In fact, this was a long-standing tradition between our two private schools, so I didn't know her well. And this year,
I was the vice-organizer of the event.
I gently lifted her skirt with my right hand, revealing her smooth, snow-white thighs and her snow-white panties. She was a mature

manager, and because of my status, the school preferred to let me handle it.

So the slut came with her here, taking the opportunity to meet up with the bully.

After the girl and I introduced ourselves, the bully whispered sweet nothings to the slut on the side. Not long after, he asked me and
the talented girl to go out and discuss it.

"Hey! Talented One," the bully emphasized "talented one," "take her out to talk!"
Suddenly, I remembered the stream eight years ago and the "nonsense" my deceased buddies had told me, and a sense of unease crept in.

As if being kicked out, I took her outside.

I can't cook, so after starting the fire and cooking the rice, I had to trouble her. I never expected she'd even prepared the ingredients
! The bully closed the door and locked it.

I cursed inwardly.

I caught a chill on the way, while he nestled in the bedroom, enjoying the company of a woman.

I asked her to come downstairs first. Normally, a ten-minute talk with her would be enough to clear my name, but watching the bully and
the slut do it would take longer, so I pretended to be more serious. Fang invited the girl to dinner. Although

neither of us stood out much in the restaurant, both being of average appearance, we still attracted a lot of attention and people pointed and whispered

among ourselves . Suddenly,

on a whim, Fang said, "Hey! Some people think we're a couple, don't you think so?"

We paused for a moment.

Then, her voice trembled slightly as she said, "I'm...I'm sorry...It's late, thank you for being late."
I was startled by this deliberately orchestrated coincidence and realized how much she cherished our first meeting.

She stood up to grab her bag, about to turn away.

I wanted to talk to her a little longer, so in a moment of panic, I grabbed her arm.

Then we pressed our lips together passionately.
"Such smooth skin!" I thought to myself.

Then, a thought flashed through my mind and I realized my mistake. It would be impolite to grab a random girl. I pushed her away and

called out loudly behind her, "Will we have a chance to meet again?"

But she didn't answer.

So, I walked somewhat dejectedly on the sidewalk, reflecting on what had just happened.

"Strange, she's not particularly attractive, but how did she make me...?"

Thinking about my earlier blunder, I couldn't help but feel embarrassed. "The first time I touched a girl's hand, it's so soft..."

Back in the bedroom, Ba Zi looked exhausted, wearing only his underwear.

"Huh? Weren't you going to sleep with a slut during the camping trip?"

I walked to my desk, suddenly remembering her, and asked Ba Zi, "Who was that girl just now?"

"What? Wasn't she xxx?"

"Ah... no one asked you about that slut! I asked who that innocent girl was?"

"Didn't you ask her?"

"I'm so shy and introverted, how could I possibly say something like this?"
"'Shy,' 'introverted'?... I don't know either. I'll go ask that slut for you."

The bully paused, then walked over and said, "Oh... you're getting horny... Do you like that girl from earlier?
Want me to help you with some photos?"

"Go away! I only asked you her name..."

"Don't be shy, right? Right?"

"Go take a shower, you bull..."

The bully, feeling disappointed, walked away and lay back on the bed.

"Pure? Forget it. There are too many two-faced people these days. Who knows if she's still pure now?
Maybe slept with ten guys. Which girl isn't pure when you first meet her? She might be
even more horny than you after a while..."

"Hey, hey, hey, you believe I won't let you do this in the dorm anymore..."

Late at night, seeing my roommates all fast asleep, I couldn't resist my pajamas and climbed into bed.
This had happened before, locking me out for hours.
My eyes closed, but the image of that girl kept haunting my mind...

I was walking through a tall forest, sunlight filtering through the trees. A misty
fog hung heavy in the air. Suddenly, a strong gust of wind blew, dispersing the fog. I opened my eyes and looked ahead. In the distance, I saw a small figure
running—it was the girl.
■ Act Two °∑ Revealing the Schoolgirl She

was definitely only wearing a white robe. In the shimmering sunlight, I could vaguely make out her red nipples and genitals.

I was standing at a distance, spying on her.

When she was about fifty meters away, her robe got caught on a bush, and with a "rip," the entire white robe was
torn apart, revealing her shapely breasts and full buttocks.

My brain was stimulated, and my penis instantly became erect.
A photograph was taken to prove they had made love.
She ran away without looking back.

Completely naked, she didn't stop; she ran back to hug me, and my clothes vanished in an instant.

She kissed me passionately, her tongue and lips continuously kissing my cheeks, her fingers skillfully
caressing my penis and scrotum, uttering indistinct sounds: "Hurry, I need you..."

I was overwhelmed by this intense temptation, and began to sway like a seasoned pro.

I grabbed her slender legs, spreading her private parts, and inserted my penis
, making love while standing.

I held her feet with one hand and her buttocks with the other, repeatedly thrusting in and out, while she
let out extremely lewd moans, constantly urging me to speed up and deepen the penetration.

Suddenly, darkness fell, and she, immersed in the ecstasy of intercourse, suddenly let out a scream that didn't match her lewd moans,
followed , shrill scream. She, who had been lying on top of me, raised her hands, tightly gripping her long hair, and
began to scream even more piercingly, then closed her eyes and collapsed backward to the ground.

As she fell, her slender waist snapped in two, and a large amount of thick
, white .

In my dream, I horrifiedly pushed her lower body away, and as her lower body hit the ground, her rosy

vulva transformed into a gaping maw, continuously sucking my semen from my glans, then replacing it
with blood , and finally, with a scream, her vulva swallowed me whole.

"Ahhhhhh..." I woke up with a start, finding myself drenched in sweat.

"Hey, hey, hey! What's wrong? Why are you moaning in the middle of the night?" Zimo yelled at me.

I ignored him, just panting, "It was a dream..."

A day later, Bazai announced he'd found a girl suitable for me.

I was shocked, thinking, how could that be? I asked, "Who is it? How is she?"

"Hehe, don't be so inquisitive...you'll find out on the day of the camping trip, won't you?"

The girl...it all clicked in my head, and I immediately understood that this was Ba Zai's arrangement.

"This guy..." I muttered to myself.
As I walked down the aisle, I observed her
. She was wearing a long blue dress and a white blazer, which I had previously mentioned. Compared to the awful dress she wore that day, she looked much prettier today.

She had also tied her long hair up, exuding a beautiful aura.
To be honest, I can hang out with girls like that, but when it comes to actually making love, I don't have the guts.

The reason I spend so much time with the deceased is partly because I have nowhere else to go, but also because

I've suddenly become nervous. I quietly sat down next to her.

I smelled some perfume she was wearing; not very strong, just a faint, delicate fragrance.
The last person who passed away came back, full of energy, saying that if they saved enough money, they would open a flower shop and then get married.

At that moment, my heart was pounding wildly, and I had long forgotten my previous views and inappropriate opinions about girls.

I kept secretly glancing at her along the way.

My hand slipped inside her bathrobe, slid over her abdomen, and lingered on her chest.
A tragic love story.
"Hey! Talent, aren't you one of the top guys in our class? What's wrong?
Can't say ?"

"Nonsense!" I turned around and gave her an innocent smile: "He's joking... joking..."

And her delicate face returned my faint smile.

Night fell, and only I set up camp and lit a campfire in the middle of the camp. The rest of us ran off to create an atmosphere,
and she helped me beside me.

The food was precious, but it wasn't particularly delicious.

After we were ready, she and I went to call the others.

The bully and the slut seemed to have lost control, hiding behind a tree and panting softly.

When she and I discovered them, I noticed she seemed a little surprised, as if she didn't yet know
why we were camping here.

On the way back, we walked silently to each other. When my eyes met hers by chance, I noticed
a look in her eyes that seemed to need my protection, helpless and vulnerable.

Back at the fire, everyone had started playing games, but she and I remained silent, watching others perform.

An innocent little girl, and I gradually developed a liking for her.

I ate my dinner while stealing glances at her delicate face.

Like.
"What's wrong? Is there something on my face?"

She noticed me looking at her, then touched her cheek with her hand, her eyes fixed on me.

"Ah! No, no..." I came to my senses, answering somewhat flusteredly.

■ At the campsite,

Kawada grabbed Xiaofang's hand, saying that the two of them were going for a walk alone, and then left the campfire area.

The bully also pulled the slut he brought back to the tent.
Then Baldy, Qiqi, the deceased, Lily, Zimo, and Wenmei all left, leaving only her and me still around
the fire.

At first, neither of us spoke, but after a while, we heard the panting of Bazai and Sassy from the tent.
These past few days, she had always been my fantasy partner during masturbation.

Feeling a little embarrassed, I mustered my courage, took her hand, and said, "Shall we go to the stream
and see the flowing water?"

She blushed and accepted my invitation.

I held her hand the whole way, my heart pounding.

Her hand felt wonderful, softer than it had a month ago; I wondered if her breasts and buttocks were
still the same.

Thinking about this, my mind raced, and my breath became increasingly disordered.

We reached the bank and found a relatively dry rock to sit on

.
Listening to the sound of water, I stole a glance at her. She, who seemed unremarkable during the day, now possessed a
captivating charm that was impossible to look away from.
Suddenly, she turned and looked at me, and time seemed to stand still for a moment.

A gust of evening breeze blew in, carrying her alluring fragrance and stirring the desire deep within me.

I lifted her to the ground, pressing my left hand against her breast, discovering how incredibly soft a person's skin could be
.

She was startled at first, then began to struggle, but this struggle only made her exposed lower body even more alluring. The movement
of her body moved her breasts, making them appear even more delicate, further fueling my lust.

My breathing quickened, and my movements became bolder. My left hand forcefully rubbed her vulva through her shirt.
I noticed a tissue next to her, undoubtedly used to wipe away the semen he had ejaculated earlier.

My penis gradually hardened.

Although she struggled and begged me not to, I ignored her. My right hand first reached inside her buttocks,
squeezing and caressing her tender buttocks deep inside her panties, then my right hand pulled the panties down.

The thick, dark pubic hair exposed outside the panties told me she was a complete woman. Her struggling, swaying legs
made her rosy vulva faintly visible, the place that could make my engorged penis move in and out. Her vulva was dilating and
throbbing with thirst, as if urging me to enter, to trample on her, to possess her.
Unable to remove her panties immediately, I hastily tore them off, obstructing my view. My left hand
intensified its fondling of her breasts, while my right fingers traced her dark triangle, moving down to feel her tender labia,
my middle finger caressing the opening of her vagina.

Soon after I touched her genitals, her initial struggles gradually subsided until they ceased.

She
turned her head away; though the darkness obscured her vision, I could tell she was trembling and sobbing
, a heart-wrenching sob. Her voice and body trembled, urging me to stop.
I struggled internally, but reason ultimately prevailed over desire.

I stopped, checking on her. Using my left hand, I moved her face to meet mine, finding
tears welling in her eyes, her delicate body trembling, and her murmuring "No."

Seeing this, I suddenly felt a pang of pity.

I then released her, turning my back to her and sitting up.

Seeing that I was no longer continuing, she pulled her legs together, pulled down my raised skirt to cover her lower body,
straightened her clothes, and sat upright, sobbing even more uncontrollably.

After a long while, I heard… When she stopped crying, I looked up at the vast starry sky and said, "If you don't want to, why are you
so upset?
Why did you come camping with us?"

I spoke as if scolding a little girl who had done something wrong, and she lowered her head without saying a word .

So we sat there in silence.

We stood motionless on the bank, the water flowing gently by.
After what seemed like an eternity, she slowly uttered, "I really can't." Then she buried her face
in her arms and cried again.

Such a well-behaved girl should have known long ago that this kind of camping trip was inappropriate. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry..."

I said, turning back to look at her. She remained in the same position, offering no reply.

Seeing that she ignored me, I felt a bit ashamed and angry, and stopped paying attention to her.

Breasts, sometimes I controlled them with my hands, sometimes I squeezed and kneaded them with all five fingers.
The sounds echoed loudly in the silent valley.

I had to concentrate very hard to stop thinking about them to block out the cries of these desperate people, but I could almost hear Kawada and Xiaofang making love
in the distance , and Baldy and the others.

It seemed that all the echoes were converging on me . They came to me to plead their case, groaning about how they and they had...

The more I listened, the angrier I got. I knew I shouldn't have come to this awful camping place. I was all alone in my dorm, and
when she saw me, she greeted me with a beaming smile.
Inside, they looked at nude photos, watched porn, and if they couldn't stand it, they'd masturbate while watching. How happy they were! Now
I'm sitting here all alone, unable to do anything.
Just thinking about having to listen to them bragging about how brave they were, how they made them feel like they were
dying of pleasure... It's just... #@$%!

The next morning, the others... She'd been nowhere to be seen since early morning, I wondered where she'd gone.
So the cooking duties fell to me again.

As I prepared, I mentally prepared.

I noticed her emerge from the tent and head towards the stream.

I shivered. I'd been assigned to sleep in the same tent as her, but because of yesterday's
unpleasant incident, I'd taken my sleeping bag and gone to sleep by the fire.

After she washed up by the stream, I saw her from afar let down her long, tied-up hair and let it
flow gracefully towards me.
She walked slowly towards me. I sat there,

sulking and ignoring her.

For a long time, neither of us uttered a word.

Then I sneezed, and she actually draped her coat over me, saying, "Thank you."

Hearing this, I was initially surprised and was about to call out to her, but she turned and ran into the tent.
Bathed in the morning light, her flowing hair and graceful figure captivated me, and I forgot to call her back.

On the way back at noon, I kept watching her in the carriage, but she seemed to always avoid my gaze, a gesture

that only deepened my special feelings for her.

"Could I be in love with her?" I asked myself, confused.

Back at school, the bully started talking: "Wow! It was my first time getting a blowjob, it felt
amazing ! We went at it for hundreds of rounds, she was screaming and moaning. I was going to make her beg for mercy,
but this slut used this trick. I've never had this before, I only lasted two or three strokes before I came, and she was so embarrassed she thought
I wasn't good enough. I'm definitely going to ask her out again this week and have another good time, I refuse to believe it!" " It'll be the same a second time
! Hehe, but speaking of which, this is the first time I've had so much fun with a slut. Before, those girls would just
touch my breasts, insert their holes, and then rub until I came and that was it. This is the first time I've had such a proactive girl..."
Ba Zai closed his eyes and started reminiscing about that night.

Then, touching himself with a distressed expression, he said, "Damn! Look at Wen Mei, this little chick is so petite. I thought even if
she wasn't a virgin, it would be fine, but I didn't expect her 'hole' to be so wide. I wonder how many men she's slept with."
" It never felt really tight..."

"Your thing is too thin! Hahaha."

Zimo glared at him and said to herself, "Damn it, I wonder which 'big birds' she's slept with.
This is really one of the blows to my manly pride. Otherwise, how could that 'hole' be so wide? The worst part is,
ugh, my naivety has been fooled."

"Ha, forget it! It's just because you spent a lot of money on the wrong people."

"Consider it your loss. Just think of it as the money you spent at the brothel last time and you'll be better off."

"Pah! Get lost!"

Baldy continued, "Hey! You guys have no emotional foundation, so your sex life can't be called real enjoyment.
Either like me and Qiqi, we talked and made love at the same time. Is that what you call enjoyment, Bazai? What part of Qiqi's body haven't I kissed
, haven't I rubbed with my penis? Not to mention oral sex, anal sex, breast sex? I've done it countless times. But this time,
it was the first time with her outdoors, in the cool stream... Ahhh... So good... Just thinking about
it makes me hard . Want me to teach you guys some tricks?"

"Love? Everyone in the class knows you just used money to fool Qiqi, ha..."

"Hahaha! You pervert!"

Baldy saw that I wasn't participating in the debate: "Hey, Cai Zi, didn't you go too? How did it go?"

I leaned back in my chair, put my chin on my hand, and shook my head: "Sigh, don't say anything. If you don't let me, you're just

'stupid! Can't you force yourself on me?'"

"I did!"

"You still can't get it on after using it? Did she 'cripple' you? Take it off and let us see..."

"Hey, don't touch me! What do you mean 'cripple'? I just saw she really didn't want it, so..."

"Stupid! You really believe she's a virgin?"

There are six people in our bedroom, all sorts of characters, including the notorious playboy who's famous throughout the school.
"Please! What kind of good thing would she go camping with? Maybe she's after you, you brat.
" "Do you really want to have sex with her?" I had a big question mark in my mind, really not wanting to ruin her pure image.

"This..."

"Idiot... you've short-circuited from studying..."

The more people talked about me, the more annoyed I became.

"Ugh... so nosy!" I said, but deep down I didn't believe her
actions that night could lie, especially the next morning...

After the camping trip, it seemed I was the only boy in the class still single.

Although that's what I said, deep down I still longed for that opportunity. Boys,
you know! It would be a lie to say we're completely uninterested in this kind of thing, especially since at our age, it's easy to have
fantasies .

I thought, since I don't have the "ruthlessness" to make a move on the opposite sex, what's the fun in attending social events?

So after that one, I stopped attending class social events. Seeing classmates paired up, and
having had multiple experiences, I felt quite emotional.

Later, Yu Kui saw me so lonely... Huan couldn't stand it anymore and wanted to introduce me to a girlfriend, but I refused.
A younger female student even hinted that if I didn't have a girlfriend, then she…

For some reason, like making amends for something I'd done wrong, I kept thinking, if after that
incident, that girl was traumatized and developed a fear of men, then I would be incredibly
guilty .
To ease my conscience, I avoided all social events and dating.

I gave up any hope of having a romantic encounter in high school.

Once my mind calmed down, my studies improved, and I started to rank at the top of my class.

In our senior year, our group of die-hards clashed with the dorm supervisor and teachers because of a book being discovered,
so we all moved out and found a new school. Senior
year of high school was hectic and stressful. I was always busy preparing for the university entrance exams. Although we ate and lived together,
I gradually felt distant from my colorful friends.

Time flies

, day after day. The bully remained unchanged, still chasing and cheating on girls. Starting with that slut, the bully also started
"sleeping with girls."

He believed there were still many women in the world and vowed not to marry until he'd filled a thousand holes, changing girlfriends frequently
!

However, he refused to sleep with demure, devoted girls because, according to him, "
once it's never-ending."

In over a year, he hadn't achieved anything significant. I really don't know how he and those girls managed to avoid pregnancy. Just considering
the number of girls he'd slept with, even ignoring their lack of interest in sexually open lifestyles, it was at least
twenty .

But this worried me, because... Because I often had to leave my room for them to do their thing, especially
walking alone in the bleak north wind.

Later, I simply stayed at school for evening self-study, to the point that even I, who stayed in the bedroom the most, didn't know what Ba Zi
's .

Tu Mao and Qi Qi had regular meetings, naturally, they both did it in high-end hotels
(otherwise, with these two, wouldn't I be unable to even get back to my bedroom?). Afterwards, Tu Mao would usually give Qi Qi gifts
; after all, Tu Mao was incredibly wealthy and could afford such expenses.

That's why I often wondered if Qi Qi was only after Tu Mao's money, which was why they started dating.

"Raincoat," but Qiqi believed that Kissing and Pecking was just playing with her and that he didn't really want to stay with her, so she decisively broke
up with him.

■ Time flies.
I had thought this matter was strange and suspicious, and in the end, as expected, half a year ago, Baldy's family
began thoroughly investigate the whereabouts of Baldy's living expenses and imposed "economic sanctions" on him. Qiqi couldn't get any benefits, so naturally,

she had to break up with him.

Qiqi's change of heart, living with a man who had already entered society, and now she is pregnant (months pregnant),
which made Baldy quite depressed for a while.

The most dramatic thing was that Zimo's experience was the most dramatic.
Chicken special other experience to pretend that he was also very pure...

He and Wenmei had only played together once a year ago. A month ago, Wenmei and her family suddenly came to him,
saying that she was pregnant with his child and was about to give birth, and that he had to take responsibility.

Just like that, the poor Zimo's whole family was unable to defend themselves and were framed and dropped out of school. Wife, but Wenmei is the woman we (the brothers) privately consider "promiscuous," even more so than a slut.

"This is ridiculous . Even a slut would choose someone she finds attractive, but Wenmei was indiscriminate. It's said she even slept with a clothing store owner
because n't afford a dress. And so on, the list goes on.

It's all his fault for being so shameless and slick. After sleeping with Wenmei, he gleefully broadcast it everywhere
. 'Sigh,' I sighed, 'I probably won't see her again.'

Now Wenmei is pregnant from cheating on her husband. The man claims it's her child and refuses to take
responsibility or pay for an abortion. In desperation, Wenmei wants to find a scapegoat because her
family refuses to raise the child, and neither does she. So her solution is to get married,
regardless just marry anyone, then divorce, thus getting rid of the child and
easing her burden.

That's why the guy who even admitted to having an affair with her is so unlucky."

But there was no other way, otherwise, people would have sued him for abandoning her.

Even more regrettably, he hadn't considered the advantageous timing; by the time he discovered it, Wenmei had already
"flew away" with a divorce settlement.

He had once vowed to sleep with every woman in the world, but the reality was that his woman was slept with by every man in the world—
alas !

As for the deceased and Lily, they became lovers after that camping trip.
The deceased, who never slept sixteen hours a day, surprisingly stayed up all night writing love letters and even
stared .

Only then did we, the Six Heroes of the Wind and Dust, understand the immense power of love.

It's also worth mentioning that these two were very pragmatic. After failing to continue in their senior year of high school, they ignored their families' objections, dropped out, went to work
together , and lived together, just like a married couple.

At first, I thought they were just joking, or even just being stubborn with their families, and that
they break up due to their attempts to sever ties.

But the facts proved that their independence made their love stronger, and their hardship made them more united.

They had a son and a daughter.

We were speechless, dumbfounded, and on the verge of tears.
After that arrogant girl named Xiao Fang invited Kawada to live with us in our dorm, his situation became unclear. He
even skipped classes. Recently, his family came to the school demanding his return, and we learned he had disappeared.
This enchanting romance...

But six months ago, after Kawada returned to the dorm looking haggard and borrowed money from us, we officially lost

contact.

Therefore, we
were powerless .

Later, his family told the school, and the teachers relayed the information to us, revealing that Xiao Fang
had lived there for a long time.

After graduation, I successfully entered university.

The deceased and Lily really opened a flower shop, and business was quite good.

Perhaps because of the debt I owed her over the years, or perhaps it's better to say I miss her, I didn't
fully engage like a typical college student.

I still got along better with my old high school friends.
As the world turned to madness, after we both screamed our last breaths, the entire earth exploded, and all consciousness vanished.

I had asked Lily about that girl's recent situation, but Lily could offer me very little help. On the one hand

, Lily dropped out of school halfway through, and on the other hand, Lily didn't have many friends among those "good girl" types. Lily could only
tell me what subjects she liked, how good her grades were, and how many times she had received the "model student" award.

Hearing these things, I could only smile bitterly; telling her was like offering no help.

Before the first semester of my freshman year, I don't know why, but my longing for her intensified, and I could only think about her.

■ Another Encounter

One day, I skipped class to rest, and when I walked to the School of Arts, I actually saw her, the girl I had "raped" but failed to get into during the camping trip.
I never expected that she would also be admitted to this school.

"Great! I've always been holed up in the science department, no wonder I haven't seen her."

Hearing me say this, she paused, looked up, and blushed slightly.
Overjoyed, I ran over to strike up a conversation.

When she saw me, all sorts of embarrassing memories flooded back, her face turned crimson, and she looked at me with a
reproachful gaze. She didn't seem inclined to ignore me, leaving me alone and hurriedly walking away.

Thinking about it, it made sense. I had indeed done such an embarrassing thing to her before, so it was understandable that she disliked me.

But after I returned, my "internal secretions started to go haywire," and I became obsessed with her, clinging to her name for years, though I had
only known her name through the flow of time. I was the "vice" in charge, but I handled some important matters. Firstly, the organizer didn't
mention that he'd recently met a very outgoing girl, a high school club officer.
Before his death, his longing for her was overwhelming.

When I told my deceased high school friends about my long-term plan to marry her, everyone looked surprised.
Although I didn't personally ask him to confirm the rumor, given his sinister personality, I believed it was very likely true
. Although later, Ba Zi warned me that such a girl
was fine for casual flings, but definitely not for marriage, and criticized the idea of her participating in a camping trip, and Zi Mo also warned me not to be foolish. Don't be as unlucky as him
being framed by Wenmei. Why get so deeply in love with a girl you've only known for a day?

However, the one who hears the story speaks the truth, while the listener is confused. This is a great opportunity because she hasn't been taken by anyone yet
, so I'm still determined to pursue her.

My friend's words only made me more confused.

In high school, I always imagined how pure and innocent my future girlfriend and wife should be, how untouched by worldly
affairs their husbands should be their only concern. To put it more bluntly, they must be virgins who have never
experienced any sexual intercourse.

But when love came knocking, it left me at a loss. I decided... Before, I even hypnotized myself with clichéd statements about
how unrestrained she was, how many men she'd slept with after that camping trip,

and how I still liked her. But whenever I saw her on campus, my liking for her only intensified. Just seeing her radiant
smile would instantly lift my spirits, making me forget all my worries. My joy
and sorrow danced with hers, and this unrequited love made me increasingly unable to control myself. Her affectionate gaze finally
broke .

So, my best friend threatened to make us join in.

Thus, I started "spreading the word" and took action.
This happened a month after my chance encounter with her in the Faculty of Arts.

We were strangers in our first year of college, then friends for the next year, and best buddies for the following
year After graduation, I took her home to meet my family and friends, and she told them about our relationship. She said that a

simple, understated love is the true test of time, and that our relationship wasn't like the dramas on TV. It was impossible;

we had no rivals, no family opposition, and no incestuous relationships between our families.

But being the person I am, I never dared to bring it up, and I was even more certain that even if I did, she
wouldn't agree, just like that night five years ago.

However, as my enlistment drew closer, my emotions and anxieties became increasingly turbulent.

Until the night before I left for the north, we had our last date.

It was past ten o'clock, and we went for a walk along the riverbank.

There weren't many people along the river, and under the dim streetlights, I looked at her, but a strange, inexplicable
worry lingered within me.

She already had a job, while I had absolutely no financial means; during my time in the army, I only had
"I'm so tired! I hate it!" She smiled softly.

She wore a white one-piece robe, running and leaping across a lush, grassy plain.
I could only visit her once a week, but her male colleagues around her could share her emotions anytime, which was
really too unlucky for me.

I pondered, and unconsciously drifted off into thought.

"Why are you so unhappy?" She turned around and asked me from about five meters ahead.

"Nothing... I'll be leaving you tomorrow... I'm a little reluctant..." I replied slowly.
"Are you worried about me?"

She put her hands behind her back, walked over, and looked at me.

"Hmm..."

I knew this was my last chance, and I couldn't afford not to. So I walked away from her, heading alone towards the riverbank railing. As I
walked, I gradually voiced my worries.

After speaking, I turned to look at her.

The starry sky was brutal, and in the quiet mountains, the distant campsite echoed with the sounds of a lewd couple making out passionately.

"Can you... wait... for... me... for... these... two... years...?"

Time seemed to freeze at that moment.
After hearing this, she trembled slightly as if suddenly attacked, then without saying a word, she walked to me with
a determined and forceful manner, reaching out to wrap her arms around my neck. In the dim light

, she nestled in my arms, her body trembling, her voice choked with sobs: "Don't you trust me at all
? I don't know how to express my love for you anymore..."
After saying this, she looked up at me, her face filled with genuine, glistening tears that rolled down her cheeks, making her look pitiful.

I wiped away her tears with my fingers, then... Then the two hugged tightly again. "I understand, darling.

Life in the army is like a desert, but I have her as my oasis.

God bless our love to remain strong. It was very difficult, but I finally made it through the military so I could be with her again
.

I didn't dare to slack off and immediately looked for a job. Although the process wasn't very smooth, I still became an office worker.

Once I found a job and had some financial stability, and could be a little better off than her, I started my second step
: marriage planning.
After starting work, whenever I had a day off, I would definitely go to her house to be with her. When I got paid, I would buy her gifts, write letters,
send flowers , request songs for her, and so on.

Because I got along well with her family, they were very welcoming to me, this "outsider," especially her
five-year-old cousin, who would often ask me when his older sister was going to marry her older brother, which would always make her blush.

Thinking back to today when I was setting up camp, she was always by my side, asking all sorts of questions, just like..."
Her parents had also hinted to me from time to time that she was of marriageable age and it would be better to decide sooner rather than later.

It wasn't that I hadn't brought it up, but she always brushed me off with "let's wait a while longer."

Finally, a year and a half after starting work, after what felt like the umpteenth proposal, she agreed to marry me.

That day was the same day I first met her in the dorm.

So, we finally got married on the day we'd been camping eight years prior.

The night before our wedding, my friend's words kept echoing in my mind. Although I

'd prepared myself mentally for the sweetness of our past relationship, I still couldn't shake this sense of imperfection.

Even though I often went to her house and we talked about everything under the sun, from basic vocabulary to grammar, I still
pounced on her like a wolf after calling her name…
I didn't ask her a single word about her past relationships. I didn't know if she'd ever had a boyfriend before, and there were even a
few times I was so impulsive that I wanted to ask her directly if she was a virgin, even… On the eve of our wedding, we saw each other for the last time.
After a sweet kiss under the moonlight, and a reluctant farewell, I almost brought it up.
Although years of self-hypnosis in this area might have rendered it ineffective, I
ultimately had to admit that traditional male chauvinism still lingered in my heart.

Besides, I now loved her deeply, couldn't live without her, and didn't want to be ashamed.

If she hadn't done this before, she might at most laugh at me for being so naive, but what if...? What if she had one before?

Then there would definitely be some kind of rift and generation gap between us, and we would never be able to face each other honestly.
So I never took that gamble.
Love me wholeheartedly, take good care of me after marriage, regardless of whether she is a virgin or not, regardless of her past...

I'm most afraid of girls crying, and I started to talk nonsense. "Like your
question, let's also discuss work.
" At this moment, I was lying in bed, saying this.

"...Saying I don't care at all is a lie..."

My thoughts shifted.

"I'll go first..."
"...Ah...don't think about such trivial things anymore..."

I covered my head with the pillow, cursing myself harshly.

Yet, an inexplicable sense of loss lingered in my heart, refusing to leave.

I knew I still had some regrets.

■Relief

On our wedding night, I picked her up from the bathroom door after her shower and carried her to bed.

Under the dim artistic light, I gazed at her; her cheeks were still rosy, but she was now my
wife . She wouldn't run away, and I wouldn't let her slip out of my arms.

I kissed her cheeks, cupped her beautiful face in my hands, and said, "Eight years ago, I really wouldn't have imagined..."
"You'll be my future wife. I was just playing around back then."

I leaned forward and kissed her lips.

I even dreamt once that she was with other men, and then I fell into a deep, aimless state.

She shifted uncomfortably, saying coquettishly, "So you're just playing around now too?"

I squeezed her breasts; they were so soft, so tender, so smooth, much fuller than eight years ago.

"Yes!" I teased, my left hand sliding down to her buttocks.

"What!" Her almond-shaped eyes widened.

I sealed her lips again, wrapping my arms around her waist as we rolled around on the bed, my tongue licking her lips,
sucking saliva, and then said to her, "Isn't it 'now' I want a massage?"

"Then let's do it again!" I said.

My right hand caressed her nipples, while my left hand pulled off her bathrobe.
My companions were all rather eccentric girls (in my opinion), none of them the innocent and cute type. Anyway, they all had

well-proportioned figures, slender breasts, and pink backs with fiery red areolas
. Under the streetlights, ignoring the stares of passersby, she gave me a deep kiss I never dared to dream of in college.
She insisted I lick her, suckle her.

I held her fair legs, but she slightly lifted them to cover herself, seemingly embarrassed that I would
see .

That tuft of dark pubic hair had grown quite a bit in the past eight years, and within that darkness was a moist vulva. My
penis gradually hardened.

The feeling of caressing that place eight years ago resurfaced in my mind. I wondered if it was still slightly damp now?
It was true; the two of them had broken up six months ago. The reason for the bald spot was: fearing Qiqi would get pregnant.

I started by touching her with my fingers. She trembled slightly, her breath quickening as she said, "This action
has affected me for eight years."

I replied, "Darling, I surprised you eight years ago..."
Then my fingers gently caressed her there, gradually becoming wet.

Following the caresses, she trembled slightly, gazing at me with a sweet look and a wry smile. I gently bit her
earlobe: "...I'm sorry..." Then, I buried my head in her chest, feeling her
trembling , breathing in her scent, and sucking on her nipples with my lips and tongue. Completely intoxicated by

my touch against her breasts, I hastily removed my clothes.

Then I propped myself up with my hands, and we looked at each other.

At that moment, her beautiful face was flushed, making her even more alluring.

Because I had seen her when she was young and had caressed her when she was a girl, I found her mature
charm captivating and alluring.

More importantly, we could now be together legitimately. For me, who had been seeking her for so many years, this
precious first night was even more valuable, as it was still hard-won!

We intertwined our fingers, lifted her arms, and placed them beside the pillow, palms pressed
against the bed.

She cooperated by spreading her legs, positioning me between them, and then, with
a slight push, my penis entered her vagina.

We held this position for a while.

During this time, we waited silently for each other.

My eyes were filled with burning desire, making her unable to look me in the eye; occasionally, our eyes met, and she
blushed .

This stillness seemed like a request for permission to enter her. I slowly waited for her to prepare herself
. After all, she was mine now, so there was no need to rush, I silently
reminded .
Suddenly, because of the tortoise... My head accidentally touched her labia, intensifying her trembling and stimulating my penis
to a fever pitch.
The moment of intercourse finally arrived. As if knowing what had to be done, she nodded slightly,
indicating I could enter her. Then she closed her eyes, pressed her lips tightly together, took a deep breath, and spoke softly but
with a hint of importance.

Now it was my turn to tremble, hesitant to enter her immediately.

"You didn't do anything to me yesterday."
I closed my eyes, recalling the actions on the videotape, and with a mixture of joy and importance, I
slowly forward, breaking through the thin membrane. Only when I entered her soft, warm, and moist vagina
did the weight lift from my heart.
For eight years, she had haunted my dreams, and she was still perfect.

Various anxieties, which I had always intentionally ignored, surged into my heart.
We made love passionately under the starry night sky, the faint starlight illuminating her delicate
breasts, a serene scene. The grassy field echoed with the panting of our lovemaking. After our climax, we both fell into
a deep sleep, lying side by side on the grass…

I slowly began to thrust, the tightness of her vaginal walls intensifying the pleasure in my glans. My beloved opened her
mouth , letting out soft breaths. Each time I fully penetrated her,
the initial discomfort caused a tremor in her lower body…

I fantasized about her lying naked on a large rock soaked by spring water in a deserted, shallow lake. Her
breasts, raised by the rock's curves, were at my mercy, to be kneaded and sucked. Her legs were spread open, at my control, to be thrust in and out. Finally, amidst the roar of
the waterfall ejaculated my sperm into her body, and we both slumped into the shallow
pool, exhausted from our passion…

I gradually increased the speed of my thrusts, her moans growing louder. The waterbed in the hotel
swayed with our movements, making a splashing sound…

I had also fantasized about our bathing in the bathroom … We took a bath together. She knelt beside me, who was lying down, and bent over to suck
my penis. Then, involuntarily, she sat on my erect penis, while I held her breasts from behind. We
made love intensely amidst our heavy breathing, reaching our climax as the water in the bath rippled to its highest point…
I gripped her hands tightly, thrusting rapidly, my body almost pressed against hers.

She breathed softly and rapidly, tiny beads of sweat on her face, her breasts, swaying back and forth, dripping with sweat from my
penetration Her nipples brushed against my chest like fingertips…

I had also fantasized that we were already husband and wife, on the kitchen counter, I pressed my lower body against
her tender buttocks as she busily prepared dinner, impatiently thrusting into her from behind, my hands reaching out from behind to grasp her breasts,
rubbing them passionately up and down, enjoying the pleasure of brother and sister rubbing together amidst the sizzling sound of frying fish, the soup in the pot…
I ejaculated as the soup overflowed from the heat, then ate my burnt dinner naked at the table…

I could imagine how moist the place where we were joined was; her tender vagina stimulated my red glans, sending
a surge of passion through my brain. My heart seemed to rise a level with each thrust.

Opening my eyes, I looked at the place where we were joined; glistening fluid flowed from her vagina, covering her
labia with my penile movements, wetting her crimson vulva, allowing my glans to enter and exit her
body with minimal friction.

This was my first time, and hers too. For me, it was such a wonderful dream. I wondered if she was also

feeling the passage of time. I began to feel tired, but the momentum of my thrusting didn't slow down,
and her moans rang out intermittently with each thrust.

We were both dominated by the pleasure of our union.

Gradually, my consciousness began to blur, my lower body surging with heat, a state of pent-up desire
, like a male dog in heat, frantically having sex with girlfriends after starting university, only confined within the bounds of common sense, trying my best to maximize my
sperm count. I thrust into her with all my might, her legs tightly wrapped around my waist, squeezing even
tighter as the moment of climax approached.

The two of us swaying violently, fueled by the waterbed, created an explosion, like a landslide or a volcanic
eruption.

Finally, with the final thrust, I plunged my penis into her body, too weak to withdraw again, and
...

I released her hands, my exhausted body collapsing onto her, my chaotic, rapid breathing gradually
returning to normal.

She opened her arms and hugged me tightly, her breath muffled and faintly discernible as she pleaded with me not to leave her.

At that moment, I felt like the happiest person in the world.

After the waves of pleasure subsided, I extended my tongue and met hers, our tongues touching nimbly. For

what seemed like an eternity, we remained tightly embracing, as if afraid to let go of our recent passion.
We were a little awkward playing around with girls we didn't know.

Finally, as the heat subsided, we reluctantly separated.

She lay on her side against my chest, her right leg straddling my genitals, keeping our recent passionate encounter still intact.
Her long, flowing hair clung haphazardly to my chest from the sweat.
That day, as I got into the car, I looked up and saw her! Her

left breast, the one I had recently discussed work with, was pressed against my chest, her vagina gripping my erect penis.

I reached out my right hand and rested it against hers, gently pinching and playing with her right nipple.

A moment later, she sneezed softly. "

Are you cold?" I pulled up the thin blanket beside me and covered her shoulders.

"Honey," she asked me seductively, "Do you really love me?" She smiled contentedly. "And what about you?" I countered, but she didn't answer. "Darling, do you know why I went camping eight years ago?" she nestled in my arms, speaking thoughtfully. "Go?" I said, my tone hardening. Because that's not something a typical girl should go to. Could it be that she's not truly innocent... just as Ba Zi said. "She won't let me have sex," I said, sounding somewhat reluctant, using defamatory language: "Too soft-hearted." So, even if she gave me her virginity, before that she had had many "sexual encounters" with other men, her "virginity" meant absolutely nothing to me! If I had to choose, I'd rather she had lost her virginity because of her obsession with love but had been unlucky in love, than be a woman who only stubbornly guards the last layer of her "hymen" while the rest is "open." Thinking of this, for some reason, I felt a surge of emotion. "What's wrong?" She looked up at me gently, clearly not noticing the change in my tone. Then she pressed her entire chest against mine and gently moved her breasts, intentionally stimulating me. Instantly, I felt my penis, still inside her, harden again. She smiled and kissed my lips, saying in a contented and happy tone, "I've always believed you would be my husband and never had a boyfriend." Looking at the photos we took together, I longed to see her again. Everything unfolded gradually, yet it felt all the more tender. "Huh?" "I fell in love with you back then, and I only went there to get to know you!" ..." Then she stood up and faced me, raising an arm in front of me: "I just didn't know you would treat me like this that night, so I'm sad that the person I love is..." She pointed at me, her smile cruel, and said: "...you big pervert..." "Fine! You..." She sealed my lips with hers, preventing me from continuing, and I understood her meaning and didn't say anything more, taking advantage of the situation to flip her over and pin her down again. "Alright! Now I'll take back what I didn't do that day!" At this moment, her smile was even more radiant: "Ah...pervert..." And so, the prince and princess lived happily ever after... Things often end soon after they've done them, but the two of them parted amicably, because they were all extremely naive. The format is acceptable, but each line is too short!

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