Phoenix Seeks Its Mate

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Unable to sleep, Qiuqiu tossed and turned, so she decided to write some purely wish-fulfillment stories to pass the time. This is one of Qiuqiu's first accepted drafts, so please bear with it. This is an attempt at third-person narration; hopefully, it will be well-received! ———————————————————————————————————— Xiaoyu packed her bags and set off. After saying goodbye to Aji, she boarded the plane without looking back. The flight took more than ten hours, and she finally arrived in Paris. Such a romantic city, yet Xiaoyu felt nothing of novelty. She suddenly couldn't understand why, after getting engaged to Aji, she had come to such a faraway place to study this damned art. Everything in Paris was unfamiliar, yet she didn't feel any discomfort. It was just the time difference and distance that made Xiaoyu miss Aji even more. Although she would video chat with Aji every now and then, the sudden, overwhelming loneliness at night still made Xiaoyu feel somewhat lost. I guess this is probably why Xiaoyu suddenly developed feelings for R, her classmate. To be precise, it wasn't sudden. As the class monitor, Xiaoyu did pay more attention to people from other countries than other classmates, since over 80% of the class was Chinese. R was a typical Japanese guy, with an ordinary Japanese face, a common Japanese hairstyle and beard, and even his clothes exuded a Uniqlo vibe, clearly out of place in this fashion capital, yet somehow surprisingly harmonious. Xiaoyu didn't know why she joined the class's "United Nations" team; every member came from a different country. Xiaoyu also couldn't figure out when her deskmate changed from a Spanish guy to a Japanese guy, and it remained the same until the end of the semester. R had a partner in Paris, his wife, a beautiful and charming woman. However, everyone knew that R was actually in a difficult position. He lived in the student dormitory, while his wife lived with another man and even traveled around Europe with him. Their marriage always seemed precarious, constantly on the verge of divorce, yet R refused to budge. As the only girl in the class about to get married, Xiaoyu naturally became close to R, talking about their countries, cultures, and partners. At first, Xiaoyu thought R, like Aji, enjoyed being cuckolded, but the more she learned, the more she sympathized with him. He respected his wife, but she was selfish and only thought of herself. Xiaoyu couldn't help but feel indignant for R. It's unclear whether it was this sympathy that changed Xiaoyu's heart, or whether it was the bright sunlight in class one day, the particularly beautiful light and shadow on R's face, that stirred her heart. But at least Xiaoyu knew she was in trouble; she had fallen for a married man again. Xiaoyu had considered finding a long-term casual sex partner in Paris; after all, she was a woman with a strong sex drive and frequent desires. However, after a one-night stand she had done impulsively and apologized to Aji, he forbade her from having sex with anyone else. This was, of course, for safety reasons and out of loyalty to Aji. Xiaoyu was still trying to subtly hint at it to Aji, but he showed no signs of relenting. Xiaoyu even complained to her older boyfriend (her lover) back in China that Aji seemed to only allow her to have sex with him, to which he jokingly remarked that perhaps Aji had taken a liking to him, given how good she was to him. Xiaoyu was very troubled. She knew she wanted to sleep with R, but she had also probed R many times. Although she didn't dare say it outright, she knew clearly that R wasn't interested in any woman other than his wife. Xiaoyu guessed that R was probably the same as Aji in this respect. So Xiaoyu became even more upset. She didn't want to lose such a good friend, but keeping her feelings to herself wasn't really her style. Torn and suppressing her emotions, she went out for hometown food with two of her prettiest classmates after the final exam. As they drank, Xiaoyu couldn't hold back any longer and blurted out her feelings for R-jun. But what made her want to disappear was the calm, knowing look on her face as her two friends offered her advice. They even told her that probably only their table of foreigners didn't realize Xiaoyu liked R-jun—art students are different! Knowing Xiaoyu was engaged and R-jun was married, they could still calmly offer her advice and tell her that life is short and you should enjoy it while you can. They said, "If you don't tell, and I don't tell, how will anyone else know she slept with R-jun?" That night, Xiaoyu couldn't sleep. The thought of getting R-jun drunk and sleeping with him kept swirling in her mind, playing out various different versions of the story. To Xiaoyu's surprise, on this uneventful night, she suddenly realized that her feelings for R-kun were no longer simply about sleeping with him. Was it just fickleness? Not really. Xiaoyu still loved Aji and liked older men, but now she also liked R-kun—this Japanese man whose smile was slightly shy, whose face would go blank when tired, and who would often poke her with his finger. Before this, Xiaoyu had never dared to imagine falling for a foreigner, especially not a handsome man, at best, a refined gentleman. Was she addicted to older men? Xiaoyu shook her head in denial. Although all three were about ten years older than her, Xiaoyu didn't usually like older people; she preferred interesting souls. Xiaoyu stared at the ceiling until dawn without figuring it out, finally admitting that she was just a fickle, womanizing girl who fell in love with everyone she met. She felt that if she were a man, she could definitely ruin a whole bunch of young girls. Having realized her true nature, she felt a sense of relief and fell asleep with the rising sun. When she opened her eyes again, it was already noon. Xiaoyu decided to confront Aji, telling him that she really liked R-kun and wanted to ask him if she could try to take things further with him. She told herself that if Aji said no, she would keep this well-known secret to herself forever and would never tell R-kun a single word. "You decide," Aji said on the other end of the video call. Xiaoyu suddenly panicked. She couldn't tell what Aji was thinking at this moment, whether his words were voluntary or filled with the same helplessness R-kun felt towards his wife. The internet could transmit images and sounds, but it couldn't transmit those hidden emotions. Xiaoyu looked at Aji uneasily, and Aji looked at Xiaoyu quietly, their eyes locked. "I'm going to work. You can sleep a little longer," Aji said, then hung up the overseas connection. He was angry; Xiaoyu was now certain. "Let this secret remain buried," Xiaoyu warned herself. Everyone was nervous on the day the results were released, but thankfully everyone passed; no one needed a retake, and everyone was happy. The afternoon was exhibition day, where everyone displayed their hard-earned work from the semester. Xiaoyu wondered if R-kun would notice the Japanese cultural elements she incorporated into her work—all because of him. She also saw a photo of her back in one of R-kun's works; she wasn't sure if it was just a coincidence because she happened to be wearing a striking coat that day, or if R-kun had truly seen her back and it had touched his heart. Perhaps "agony" couldn't be the word anymore; to be precise, Xiaoyu felt pain, the sadness of experiencing unrequited love again, a cowardly desire to speak but a reluctance to do so enveloping her. That night, the whole class decided to go drinking, to a bar, to clubbing. R-kun said he was going back to Japan next week, unsure if he would return to Paris, or if his wife would divorce him. Xiaoyu felt this was her only chance, her only chance. She knew that R would be transferring to another department next semester, and she didn't know if they would ever have a chance to meet again, especially since the coursework was quite demanding. Xiaoyu winked at her two other beautiful friends, who instantly understood what to do. R's two good buddies were easily sent away, leaving R alone, sullenly drinking away. Looking at R, Xiaoyu suddenly found it a little funny. She knew he wasn't a good drinker; at the last gathering, after just one beer, R's face turned as red as a rotten tomato. Xiaoyu quietly sat down next to R, neither trying to stop him nor saying a word, just watching him chug down beer after beer. Then, as Xiaoyu watched, she picked up a glass and started drinking with R-kun. One glass, two glasses… she couldn't remember how many. Xiaoyu's own consciousness began to waver. Looking at R-kun beside her, he was completely unconscious, perhaps truly drunk. Xiaoyu moved closer and closer to R-kun, then gently kissed him on the cheek. She then giggled foolishly and actually fell asleep next to him. When she woke up, Xiaoyu found herself on R-kun's shoulder, and R-kun was also looking at her, half-asleep. It was only late at night, and the music in the nightclub was still very loud and jarring. You couldn't hear what the other person was saying unless you spoke loudly. So Xiaoyu could only watch R-kun open and close his mouth repeatedly, but she couldn't hear a word he said. She wondered to herself if he saw the lip print on his face. But somehow, those opening and closing mouths, like a tiger's, made Xiaoyu…Fish was bewitched. Before R could finish what he wanted to say, Fish couldn't help but lean in and kiss him. At that moment, all she could think about was what her friend had told her: "Men like R are just secretly passionate. If you push him down, you're guaranteed to get him." Fish was surprised by her own gamble, so she paused for a moment during the kiss. It was precisely because of this pause that R pushed her away the instant Fish stuck out his tongue. R stared at Fish with wide eyes in disbelief, but the next second, he closed his eyes and kissed Fish passionately. There was no verbal communication; they simply embraced, caressed, and kissed, passionately and tenderly. Fish held R's hand, guiding him to her breasts. Almost simultaneously, she felt R's lower body react; something hard pressed against her body, and the person she was kissing became erratic. Without Xiaoyu's prompting, R knew to bend his fingers and knead Xiaoyu's now 36F breasts. His other hand pulled Xiaoyu closer, then slid down to her soft yet elastic buttocks. After a passionate kiss, Xiaoyu gently pushed R away to catch her breath, but R seemed unwilling to let go and immediately kissed her again. Xiaoyu smiled, her cheeks flushed with shyness, and whispered in R's ear, "Let's go to the restroom." Then she took R's hand and led him deeper into the nightclub. The lighting here wasn't as dim as outside, but the red and blue interplay of lights added a different kind of ambiance. Coupled with the moans and sounds of flesh colliding coming from other stalls, Xiaoyu felt her body heat up even more. She also heard the sound of someone swallowing hard behind her. Her grip tightened, and she quickly led him to the empty stall. Upon entering this small, enclosed space, both seemed to become reserved. Without taking any further action, R continued to swallow hard. Looking at the stiff R, Xiaoyu found him even more adorable, and leaned forward to give him a light, fleeting kiss. Perhaps this action stimulated R, for he took a deep breath and forcefully pulled Xiaoyu into his arms, kissing her passionately. His hands weren't idle either; Xiaoyu wore a deep V-neck, form-fitting halter-neck dress that perfectly accentuated her figure, making it incredibly alluring. This allowed R's hands to easily slip inside the dress, directly kneading her firm, braless breasts. His fingertips clumsily played with her nipples, sending a jolt of pleasure through Xiaoyu's lips as if she were being electrocuted. Her hands involuntarily moved towards R's genitals, caressing them. Both of them seemed a little tired from kissing. Xiaoyu knelt down, unbuckled R's belt, and took his already hard and oozing penis into her mouth. R's penis wasn't particularly large, just the normal size for an Asian man, but that was exactly the size Xiaoyu loved. Like seeing a long-desired delicacy finally being eaten, Xiaoyu carefully licked it with her tongue, swirling it around the glans to make it even wetter and hotter. After enjoying it with her tongue, Xiaoyu finally took the penis into her mouth and began to swallow and spit it out. R involuntarily twisted his waist, clearly not satisfied yet. Xiaoyu then gently touched his testicles with her fingertips, then gently and softly stroked and kneaded them, stimulating them and giving R pleasure. Under this double impact, R ejaculated in Xiaoyu's mouth, and his penis slowly softened after trembling for a while. Looking at his limp penis and then at Xiaoyu swallowing his semen, R's face was full of indulgence. But how could Xiaoyu let him off so easily? With a flick of her finger, the already smooth bra strap fell down, and her two big white breasts sprang out from under her black dress, causing R's little bird to involuntarily twitch. Without Xiaoyu's prompting, R knew to bury his head and start licking, making Xiaoyu even more itchy. It wasn't just a simple moan; she also unconsciously twisted her body, guiding R's hand to reach under her skirt, where a vast ocean of moisture had already formed. Xiaoyu's panties looked like they could drip water with the slightest pressure, which probably made R even more excited. Without any gentle foreplay, he easily inserted his fingers into Xiaoyu's wet hole. The sudden touch made Xiaoyu accidentally moan louder, and R's penis became erect again. The soft, fleshy walls of Xiaoyu's vagina enveloped R-kun's fingers, firm yet elastic, making R-kun almost unable to resist. He impatiently withdrew his fingers and asked Xiaoyu if she was wearing a condom. "Come in, R-kun, come in, I want it..." At this moment, Xiaoyu didn't care about anything else; the emptiness in her vagina only prompted her to seek more to fill it. Hesitating, R-kun looked at Xiaoyu's flushed cheeks and writhing body, and finally, desire overcame reason. He thrust his penis into Xiaoyu's juicy vagina. The warmth and tightness, even more sensitive than his fingers could feel, almost made R-kun ejaculate. Fortunately, he had already ejaculated once, so he only paused briefly before moving again, rhythmically thrusting, sometimes shallow, sometimes deep, making Xiaoyu moan repeatedly, "Ah, R-kun! So good, R-kun!" "Harder, harder! Faster, ahhhhh, slower, please slower..."This time, R-kun knew to focus on licking and teasing, which made Xiaoyu even more itchy. She not only moaned, but also unconsciously twisted her body, guiding R-kun's hand to her skirt, where a vast, wet ocean of moisture lay. Xiaoyu's panties seemed ready to drip with water at the slightest pressure, which likely excited R-kun even more. Without any gentle foreplay, he easily inserted his fingers into Xiaoyu's wetness. The sudden sensation made Xiaoyu moan louder, and R-kun's penis became erect again. Xiaoyu's soft flesh enveloped R-kun's fingers, tight yet elastic, making R-kun almost unable to resist. He impatiently withdrew his fingers and asked Xiaoyu if she was wearing a condom. "Come in, R-kun, come in, I want..." At this moment, Xiaoyu didn't care about anything else; the emptiness in her vagina only spurred her to seek more to fill it. Hesitantly, R looked at Xiaoyu's flushed face and writhing body, and finally, desire overcame reason. He thrust his penis into Xiaoyu's juicy vagina. The warmth and tightness, more sensitive than his fingers could feel, almost made R ejaculate. Fortunately, he had already ejaculated once, so after a brief pause, R began to move, rhythmically thrusting, sometimes shallow, sometimes deep, making Xiaoyu moan repeatedly, "Ah, R! So good, R!" "Harder, harder! Faster, ahhhhh, slower, please slower..."This time, R-kun knew to focus on licking and teasing, which made Xiaoyu even more itchy. She not only moaned, but also unconsciously twisted her body, guiding R-kun's hand to her skirt, where a vast, wet ocean of moisture lay. Xiaoyu's panties seemed ready to drip with water at the slightest pressure, which likely excited R-kun even more. Without any gentle foreplay, he easily inserted his fingers into Xiaoyu's wetness. The sudden sensation made Xiaoyu moan louder, and R-kun's penis became erect again. Xiaoyu's soft flesh enveloped R-kun's fingers, tight yet elastic, making R-kun almost unable to resist. He impatiently withdrew his fingers and asked Xiaoyu if she was wearing a condom. "Come in, R-kun, come in, I want..." At this moment, Xiaoyu didn't care about anything else; the emptiness in her vagina only spurred her to seek more to fill it. Hesitantly, R looked at Xiaoyu's flushed face and writhing body, and finally, desire overcame reason. He thrust his penis into Xiaoyu's juicy vagina. The warmth and tightness, more sensitive than his fingers could feel, almost made R ejaculate. Fortunately, he had already ejaculated once, so after a brief pause, R began to move, rhythmically thrusting, sometimes shallow, sometimes deep, making Xiaoyu moan repeatedly, "Ah, R! So good, R!" "Harder, harder! Faster, ahhhhh, slower, please slower..."
"Wow, R-kun, you're so amazing! I want more, give me more, okay!" "Oh! There, yes, right here, harder, harder!" Xiaoyu's breathing grew heavier and heavier, and her body began to weaken. R-kun supported her, pressing her against the wall, letting her breasts rub against the slightly rough surface. Finally, in the last burst of rapid thrusting, Xiaoyu and R-kun reached their climax together. R-kun's breathing reached Xiaoyu's ears, making her shudder and squeeze his already softened penis, still inside her vagina, even tighter. "Xiaoyu, don't mess around." After so long, Xiaoyu finally heard R-kun's magnetic, deep voice. Satisfied, Xiaoyu looked back at R-kun, who was also exhausted and slumped on her shoulder, and smiled gently. The email was sent! After that night, R-kun and Xiaoyu selectively forgot about what happened that night, continuing as usual, chatting and joking normally at parties, without any inappropriate actions. Yesterday, R-kun boarded a plane back to Japan. At this moment, Xiaoyu sat in front of her computer and emailed the audio she had secretly recorded on her phone that night to
Aji, naturally CC'ing R-kun as well. She wondered how they would react, and thinking about it, Xiaoyu found it amusing, a smug smile returning to her face. Hopefully, Aji will like this birthday present~ [The End] Guanyin Dashi Gold Coins +8 Reposting and sharing, a red envelope is offered!

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