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Stealing is not a crime—the beautiful teacher who sleeps next door to me 

Stealing is not a crime—The beautiful teacher sleeping next door.


My family has been poor farmers for generations. My parents are honest, hardworking farmers. After graduating from teachers' college, I was naive and clueless about the ways of the world. Without connections or the knowledge of bribery, I was assigned to teach in the township farthest from the county. After a bumpy four or five-hour bus ride, when I saw the few low wooden houses in front of me, I felt like dying. Ever

since the principal received the list of new teachers, his eyes have been beaming with joy. This year, eleven new teachers were assigned, which solved a major problem for him. Thinking back to this time of year, he couldn't get any teachers from the education commission, and even when he asked for substitute teachers, they complained about the low wages and preferred to go out and find work.

The clattering sound of people walking on the wooden planks had a unique feel to it. My dormitory was in this building. It was called a dormitory, but it was actually a classroom, divided in the middle by wooden planks with newspapers pasted on them. I made a bed and lay down on it. A series of high heels clicking on the floor reached my ears, followed by a soft hum of "Country Road," sweet, beautiful, and natural—more pleasant than any version on TV. "Heh! My neighbor is a female teacher," I thought to myself. I

first saw her the next day after a meeting. She was walking ahead of me, not very tall, with long, straight hair that curled slightly at the ends. She wore a white short-sleeved shirt, perfectly fitted at the waist, and a light blue skirt that just covered her knees. She stopped to open the door, and I finally saw her face: a delicate nose, small lips, and bright, sparkling eyes. She was pretty, gentle, and charming—yes, the word "petite and delicate" perfectly suited her. She looked even younger than me.

"Hey! Teacher, do you have a teachers' cafeteria at our school?" I asked her as I approached.
"No! Local teachers here usually eat at home, while teachers from other places usually cook for themselves." She paused, then looked at me. "Aren't you particularly disappointed when you got here? When I first found out I was assigned here last year, my relatives scared me, saying that even birds don't lay eggs here, and there's no noodles to buy. I was so scared that I specially bought a few bundles of noodles from outside to bring with me." I couldn't help but laugh, and her face turned as red as an apple.

Seeing that things weren't going well, I immediately said, "Don't mention it. I cried all night last night, and I even felt like dying." She chuckled. "You're bragging!"

"Really! I even felt like committing suicide. I only felt a little better after listening to you sing for half a day." Seeing her face turn red again, I immediately stopped myself. "Then I'll have to go and prepare the pots and pans this afternoon!"

In the afternoon, I bought wire, connected a power strip, and bought an electric frying pan. Back then, there were no induction cookers, so I used a desk as a stove. I borrowed things from her a few times. We became familiar with each other quickly, and I stopped calling her "teacher" and just called her Li Hong.

The school conditions there were terrible. There was no running water to our dorms; there was only a tap outside the student cafeteria, and we had to carry buckets there to fetch water. Li Hong was small and thin, and she had to rest several times after carrying half a bucket. Whenever I saw her, I would lend a hand. Later, I simply asked her if she had any water left when I went down to get more. Some of the female teachers in the office jokingly asked if I had a crush on her and wanted to pursue her. I blushed and denied it, saying that carrying a bucket of water on each side would make walking easier. They also gave me some information, saying that she had a boyfriend who had returned from the army and seemed to have connections, having been assigned to the Land and Resources Bureau. The male teacher encouraged me, saying, "Don't be afraid. You can't mess with students at school. Don't be afraid of anything else. Be strong! Make us teachers proud."

In the early morning, I heard singing coming from next door again. The singing of a music teacher graduate was truly different. It was a rare weekend, so I stayed in bed listening to her sing. Lunch was ready, and I carried my bowl from one house to another, even sharing my scrambled eggs with tomatoes with them. At Li Hong's house, I ate her stir-fried tiger-skin peppers.

"Why don't we just team up?" I said between bites. "I like carrying water anyway." I looked at her after saying that.
"Sure, but you'll have to cook lunch. I usually have class in the fourth period," she said.

"I usually have classes in the first and second periods in the morning, and no class in the fourth period." So we divided the work: I was responsible for carrying water, buying groceries, taking out the trash, and cooking lunch, while Li Hong was responsible for making noodles in the morning and dinner.

I jokingly said to her, "Now you're my roommate." "

The 'shi' in 'eat,' not the 'shi' in 'dormitory.'"

"I'm going to catch the bus later. You can cook for yourself on the weekend." Li Hong handed me the key. Because it was so far away, out-of-town teachers rarely went home; she basically went home once a month. After Li Hong went home, I had no appetite for cooking, so I just made do with leftover fried rice for dinner. After cleaning up the dishes, I looked around her room. The girls' dorm room was so different from ours. It was simple but very tidy: a bed, a table with some books, two stools, and a leather wardrobe with cute Crayon Shin-chan designs.

As I looked at it, my heart started pounding. My hand involuntarily unzipped the wardrobe, and I felt like I was suffocating. On the left shelf hung skirts and shirts, and in the small shelf on the right was something that made my face flush. I couldn't resist taking it out and examining it closely, something I'd never looked at so closely before. Back in school, a bra had once floated down from the girls' dorm upstairs to our balcony. Everyone treasured it, but it mysteriously disappeared the next day. I wondered which roommate had kept it as a keepsake.

My hands trembled as I held it, imagining it covering Li Hong's body, and a wave of excitement washed over me. Below, in the next compartment, were several beige panties. One of them had a semi-transparent mesh panel in the front, with a small bow on each side. I had never imagined girls' panties could be designed like that. In the very bottom compartment was a box. I picked it up and looked at it; it was some kind of feminine wash. Inside was a dropper that looked like the ones we used in chemistry experiments in school, except it had a large white rubber capsule on top.

I immediately understood its purpose and usage, but I found it hard to imagine Li Hong filling it with the wash and inserting it into her body—like we can't imagine Song Zuying farting or defecating. I sat on the edge of her bed, smelling the unique scent emanating from it, and leaned down to take a deep breath, completely intoxicated. As I ran out of her room like a thief, I hated my own vulgarity and filth. When did I become such a person? On

Sunday, after playing ball for half a day, a few of us went to bathe in the river. The water flowed from an underground river, icy cold and very comfortable. After swimming a few laps, we sat on the rocks smoking and chatting. Chen Chaoyong, the deputy director, was known for his numerous romantic escapades. He was telling us about a time he went to the city to find a prostitute, only to discover she was celibate. He recounted the whole story with great relish, making us young folks drool. He also mentioned that he'd squandered the money his wife had saved for a DVD player, and when he returned, unable to explain himself to her, he claimed he'd bought a brand-new, multi-functional model that cost over eight hundred.

We were all completely baffled. The others chimed in, saying that when they felt the urge, they'd drag their wives back to the dorm for a "warm-up" during recess. They even recounted an incident where their mothers-in-law came with groceries on a weekend, knocked on their door, and while they were having sex, he ignored them and wouldn't let his wife get up, insisting on finishing the act. Hearing these stories was far more vivid and engaging for us fresh out of school than the pornographic films we'd secretly watched while studying our health textbooks.

"That's right, that's right," I quickly agreed.

The two days Li Hong was gone felt incredibly long, tinged with a touch of longing. Sometimes I asked myself if I was starting to like her. Coming from a rural background, I carried a deep-seated sense of inferiority. I never dared cause trouble for my family during my school years, feeling that only excellent grades could repay my parents who toiled in the fields. In junior high, a classmate invited me to take the high school entrance exam, but my parents insisted I apply to a teacher's college. For generations, they had been burdened by the land, and they hoped their child wouldn't have to endure the hardships of farming. They simply wanted him to escape the label of "farmer." So, I entered teacher's college with excellent grades. I wasn't immune to feelings during puberty; my testosterone was still flowing, but I always suppressed them.

After graduation, a few of us went to a classmate's house (his parents were working away from home, and they owned an apartment in the city). We partied until late at night, and then he dragged his girlfriend to bed. Another female classmate and I ended up sharing a bed too. I stayed up all night with my eyes open but didn't say anything. My friend accused me of lying, and that female classmate is probably still cursing me for being impotent! Now Li Hong has a boyfriend who's a civil servant; how can I, a toad, dream of eating swan meat? I hate how pathetic I am.

Li Hong is back, and I can hear her humming songs again, and I can eat her tiger-skin green peppers again. This weekend, Li Hong didn't go home; her classmate from the village school came to visit. They came together last year; her name is Zhao Mei. Having one more person made the meal much more lively. After dinner, I lay on my bed for a nap, while the two of them talked in the dormitory, chatting about this and that. I could hear them clearly from next door.

"Does Zhuo Yu like you? Is he pursuing you?" Zhao Mei said. My ears immediately perked up.

"How could that be? He's younger than me! We just cook together!" I immediately deflated like a punctured balloon.

"Pshaw! What era are we living in? Why are you still worrying about that?" Zhao Mei continued.

"I have a boyfriend, don't talk nonsense." Sometimes I'm just stupid, I don't know how to interpret these words. What does Li Hong mean by having a boyfriend? Does she mean I have no chance because she has a boyfriend? Or does she actually like me, but because she has a boyfriend, there's no chance? If she didn't have a boyfriend, there would still be a possibility. My thoughts were racing, I was completely confused.

"Hey, here's the bra I brought for you, try it on and see if it fits." I felt a surge of excitement and turned to the side. Wow! I've discovered a big secret. There's a gap in the wooden board separating us, and the newspaper pasted on it has cracked at the gap over time. Through the gap, I saw Zhao Mei take off her t-shirt, put her hands behind her back, and unhooked her bra, revealing her full, perky breasts, with pink nipples. I almost vomited blood. Zhao Mei's figure was the exact opposite of Li Hong's. Li Hong was petite, while Zhao Mei was at least 160 cm tall, with a larger frame, and her skin wasn't as good as Li Hong's. Zhao Mei put on her new bra, looked at herself in the mirror, and then at Li Hong. "How is it?"

"It looks great. How come yours is so big?" Li Hong said enviously.

Zhao Mei looked down at Li Hong. "It's good to be a woman. Why don't you buy some breast enhancement pills?"
"I heard them say that most of them are scams. Don't listen to those false advertisements."

"By the way, my cousin taught me a set of breast enhancement massage techniques. I'll teach you."

Zhao Mei didn't wear a bra and began to teach her, moving clockwise and counterclockwise a few times, upwards and inwards, step by step. Li Hong followed along, drawing the same lines on her flat chest. Because her breasts were too small, it didn't look as good as Zhao Mei's movements. Zhao Mei's movements were bouncy and very alluring. My heart pounded along with theirs, and my erection throbbed, proving I wasn't impotent.

That evening, the three of us cooked together, chatting and laughing, preparing a steaming meal of three dishes and a soup. Zhao Mei sat opposite me, and I couldn't help but steal glances at her prominent breasts, then at Li Hong's. Now I truly understood what a world of difference meant. My mind wandered during the meal; the food was more delicious than usual, but I truly couldn't taste it. I felt utterly ruined.

I don't know if everyone has a desire to pry into other people's privacy, but from then on, I was like an addict, completely unable to stop. Whenever there was any unusual activity next door, I would inexplicably want to peek, followed by an unspeakable sense of guilt, like a teenage boy or girl masturbating.

I first saw Li Hong's body two days later. I woke up in the morning still not wanting to get up, but then I heard Li Hong getting up. I turned over to see what she was doing. I saw her take off her pajamas and sit on the edge of the bed, her small breasts looking cute and playful. I stroked them with my hands, but her breasts were so small, it didn't feel like there was anything to touch. After about three or four minutes, she finally stood up, took off her pajama bottoms, and I immediately closed my eyes. When I opened them again, she had turned her back to me and was looking for clothes in the closet. I was amazed by her skin, as white as jade without a single flaw, her smooth back, slender shoulders, and tiny waist without an ounce of fat. Her buttocks were slightly upturned—she was so beautiful. I held my breath, my heart stopped beating, and time seemed to freeze.

The district education committee organized training for new teachers. On Friday, Chen Chaoyong took us, the teachers who had just arrived this year, back to the city by car, arranged accommodations, and had dinner. Then, a few of them started playing cards. Chen Chaoyong patted my shoulder, "Come on, let's go out and play." I happily followed him out.

After navigating countless streets and alleys, I arrived at a massage center with a pinkish ambiguity. A woman immediately greeted Chen Chaoyong upon entering, clearly a regular. She asked if he wanted a Chinese or Thai massage. I replied, "Director Chen, I'll wait for you downstairs!" "How can

that be?" she said to the proprietress, "Xiaoqin! Find a pretty one for my brother to do a Thai massage." Without my consent, Xiaoqin led me to a small room upstairs. The lighting was still pink, but even dimmer. My heart pounded, thinking of Chen Chaoyong's "white tiger" performance, and my heart raced again. A moment later, the door opened, and a young woman carried in a basin of props: some wooden sticks, like rolling pins, some wooden hammers, and other unidentifiable items. The woman wasn't bad-looking; in fact, she was pretty, with a good figure.

"Let me take off your shoes, brother," she said softly.

"No, no!" I kicked my feet off, took off my shoes, and lay down. She then made me turn over and started massaging and kneading my body, rolling the wooden stick over me like rolling dough. "Brother, is this your first time here?" I hummed in agreement. "You can come here often when you have time. My name is Xiaoxia." She then tapped my body with the wooden mallet, like a nun striking a wooden fish. I asked her how old she was, and she said 20. I then asked her why she did this. She smiled and said it was a very basic question, and that she knew it was her first time just by hearing that. We chatted like this, and she tapped

and kneaded me all over. When I came downstairs, Chen Chaoyong was already waiting for me. The bill was paid, and as I walked out onto the street, he asked me how it was. I said it was alright. He asked if she had big breasts, and I said they looked alright. He said angrily, "What? You didn't even touch or look at them, and you still owe me a hundred yuan!" He then told me that "massage" meant half the massage was done by her, and the other half by me. Little did I know there was such an art to it, and recalling the girl's appearance earlier, I felt a pang of regret.

On Sunday, when we returned to school by bus, a fragrant bowl of rice was already laid out on the table. Li Hong had even stewed pork ribs with ginseng. A warm feeling welled up inside me, and

I felt a surge of tenderness. "After dinner, go fetch a bucket of water. Without you here, there's no water to wash the dishes." Hearing this arrangement, I felt particularly pleased, and it reminded me of my mother often asking my father to fetch water.

To enrich the teachers' after-school life and reduce their time spent in mahjong parlors (after all, playing cards outside would damage a teacher's image), the school decided to open a union activity room. There, people could play chess, watch TV, play a little mahjong, and even set up an empty classroom for dancing. Suddenly, ballroom dancing became a popular trend at the school. I was a complete dance novice, and watching them move with such skill, I could only watch with envy. Li Hong is a dance expert, and although she often dances with female teachers, I've dreamed of dancing with her countless times. But my country bumpkin mentality kicked in, and I was too embarrassed to ask Li Hong for instruction. So I asked the male teacher in the office for help. After work, I went back to my dorm early, got into position, and started spinning around the room.

After a few days, I made considerable progress; I could basically do the three- and four-step steps, but the fancy steps made me dizzy. On Saturday, Zhao Mei came down to play again. While they cooked next door, I practiced again. It didn't feel right without a partner, so I had a brilliant idea: I picked up a stool and started spinning around the room. It felt much better! Suddenly, my door was pushed open. Seeing my pose, the two of them were stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter, laughing so hard they were clutching their stomachs and tears streaming down their faces. During the meal, Zhao Mei asked me, "Why are you learning that?" After saying that, she put down her bowl, leaned on the table, and kept laughing. Her laughter made Li Hong laugh as well.

I realized I couldn't eat anymore. After the two finished laughing, I said, "Haven't you heard of the standards for a good man these days? He can dance three or four steps, drink seven or eight ounces of liquor without getting drunk, always agrees with his superiors, and doesn't get tired of working for his wife. If I don't learn something now, how am I going to get a wife in the future?"

"It's just dancing, we'll teach you, but we'll see if you're sincere," Zhao Mei said with a smile.
"Of course I'm sincere! We'll go out to eat tonight!" The two beauties cheered.

A skilled dancer's skill is immediately apparent. They danced a song first, a kind of "show of skill," and their movements were fluid and graceful to a fast-paced rhythm. I was dazzled watching them, and after the song, I had to applaud and cheer. Then Zhao Mei gave me her instructions. She generously let me put my arm around her. My basic skills of holding a bench didn't seem to apply here; her breasts were quite large, and I accidentally bumped into them. She didn't seem to mind, but it made me distracted, and my dance steps became chaotic. After two pieces, I switched to Li Hong. I placed one hand on her waist; she was so soft and supple, and her unique fragrance was intoxicating. She was petite, and I was tall and strong; holding her felt like holding her in my arms. I almost dared not look her in the eye.

After dancing for a while, I felt there were similarities to what I had practiced before. Later, I had no problem with the middle four and middle three pieces, but with the fast-paced pieces, my mind couldn't keep up, and sometimes I couldn't keep up with the rhythm. But I could say I'd passed the test.
The next morning, I danced again. I could feel myself hitting the beat, and even if I made a mistake, I could immediately correct it. Later, I would occasionally try to be creative with my own steps, unlike before when I just memorized the steps; now I could follow my instincts. After lunch, I told them, "I'm going to play cards this afternoon. If I win, I'll treat you to dinner again tonight. You two have to pray for me!" My luck was indeed good that afternoon; I won over a hundred yuan from a five-yuan bet until five o'clock. As soon as I reached the building entrance, the two beauties greeted me, asking if I had won. I pretended to be dejected and shook my head repeatedly. "Oh! We lost big this time. This afternoon, to help you win, we knelt on the bed praying to Guanyin Bodhisattva!" Zhao Mei said, and Li Hong echoed, "That's right."

"You really knelt on the bed praying to Bodhisattva?" I said with a smile.

"Of course!" they said in unison.

"With two beauties praying for me, how could I not win?" I immediately received two punches on my back, and the two beauties shouted in unison, "Liar! Big liar!" I waved my long arm and said, "Let's go! Let's eat at a restaurant." Li Hong shouted, "I want to eat fish." The two beauties followed me out like swallows.

The spicy fish was very spicy, and we each ordered a bottle of beer. We ate very happily, laughing non-stop. After dinner, Zhao Mei took a motorcycle back to school, and Li Hong and I went back to our respective rooms. I lay on the bed, recalling the sweet life of the past few days, and felt incredibly comfortable, my heart filled with sweetness.

I peeked through the crack to see what Li Hong was doing again. Heh! The young woman was giving herself a breast massage, but this time she wasn't wearing any clothes. She sat on the edge of the bed, stroking her breasts in circles through her pajamas. After a while, she slowly closed her eyes, her hand slipping inside her clothes, her movements becoming erratic, a mix of pinching and kneading. Her other hand pressed against the bed, supporting her body. Soon she lay down, the supporting hand stroking her abdomen, then slowly moving down into her pajama bottoms.

My breath caught in my throat, my heart pounded, and I could clearly hear it. She arched her back, twisting and turning, and I could faintly hear her soft sighs. Just then, an unbearable itching sensation struck. I rubbed my nose, but couldn't resist, sneezing twice loudly, startling myself. When I looked again, the lights were off next door, and everything was quiet. I turned around and slapped myself hard.

Ever since I learned to dance, I'd frequently reach out to Li Hong in the activity room to ask her to dance. Every time she danced, my heart would flutter. Don't call me a pervert or say I'm abnormal. Just think, a perfectly normal, virile twenty-year-old man, skin to skin, eyes locked, music playing, fragrance lingering—it would be abnormal not to be tempted. Even the legendary Liu Xiahui, who could remain unmoved by such a woman, could only do so for one of these reasons: either he was impotent, the woman was too ugly, or he had a shrewish wife and was severely henpecked.

The school's dance studio didn't last long. The reason was simple: someone got into trouble. One day, while everyone was dancing enthusiastically, a colleague's wife appeared at the door like a shrew. You can imagine what happened next. The woman, catching her husband dancing with another woman, acted as if she'd caught them in the act. First, she slapped him hard, then launched into a tirade, calling her a slut, a whore, a worthless woman—using every vile word imaginable. She even threatened to ask the principal if opening the dance hall was just a way to facilitate prostitution. The female teacher had been divorced for a year and could only cry. It's true what they say, divorce brings trouble. In the end, the male teacher had to coax her away to settle the matter. The dance hall closed the next day.

But sometimes, after tea or meals, I would still invite Li Hong to dance. She didn't have Zhao Mei's bust, so we were farther apart when we danced. Many times I had the urge to pull her into my arms and hold her tight, but I always remembered she had a boyfriend, and there was also the typical timidity and insecurity of a country girl.

"Oh no!" Li Hong rushed in. "I've clogged the toilet!" I immediately ran to check. At the corner of the stairs in our teachers' dormitory building, there was a simple toilet that had been built. The school didn't have a shower room, so we usually just carried buckets of hot water to flush it.

"How did you get it clogged?" I asked as I walked in.

"It's that tofu I bought last time. I told you to cook it, but you wouldn't listen, and it went bad. So I threw it away, thinking it would flush down, but it got clogged." I looked at the situation. Having no experience in this area, I poked around with a small bamboo stick for a while, but it didn't work. I asked the male teachers on this floor for help. After discussing it, we agreed that we couldn't push it any further; we had to scoop it out. So I found a wire, bent one end into a hook, and even used our old soup ladle. With great effort, I managed to scoop out some tofu, some toilet paper, and even a woman's sanitary napkin. Everyone was complaining, and Li Hong whispered in my ear, "That's not mine." I smiled at her, and she punched me hard.

Finally, I got it working! *Spit! Spit! Spit!* I spat several times. "I swear I won't play cards for two weeks!"
The principal, somehow knowing this, emphasized at the teachers' meeting: "From now on, teachers should be more conscientious. Don't litter, don't throw away leftovers, especially female teachers. Don't throw 'litter paper' into the toilet." The teachers below laughed. I quietly asked the teacher next to me, "What's 'litter paper'?"

"It's the sanitary napkin you scooped out the other day, also called 'band-aid'." I suddenly understood. I had to admire the principal's vivid analogy; it really did resemble "litter paper."

On days when I don't play cards, I feel like I have so much time. After dinner, I strolled around the school a few times. It wasn't even dark yet when I went back upstairs. Li Hong was hanging clothes to dry. I looked at the bras still dripping from the bamboo pole, and then at Li Hong's breasts. They really did seem to have grown a bit. "Not playing cards is so boring!" I yelled.

"Then go play for a while. Are you really going to hold a grudge for two weeks?" she said while hanging the clothes.

"A real man keeps his word."

"Tch, always bragging."

"How about you finish hanging the clothes and dance with me for a bit?" I whispered to her as I leaned closer.

She gave me a sidelong glance. "Dream on. You really like dancing that much?" Her tone sent shivers down my spine.
"You don't understand. If I can't even dance when I get a girlfriend, I'll be so embarrassed. I haven't danced in days, I'm so rusty. Can you help me brush up?" I said shamelessly. Seeing that she didn't say anything, I knew I had passed, so I happily said, "Then I'll go prepare the tape!"

She walked into my dorm room, and I pretended to be a gentleman, putting my hands behind my back, reaching out, and bending over (though I wasn't wearing a tuxedo). She smiled, tilted her head slightly, and placed her hand in my palm like a proud peacock. She laughed and said, "You don't look like a gentleman, you look more like a eunuch."

"Replying to Your Majesty, it's because I wasn't wearing a tuxedo. If I were, you'd definitely say I looked like a prince." I pressed play, and a slow waltz, "Intimate Lover," began to play: "The wind is blowing late at night, I think of your gentleness..." I gently put my arm around her waist and began to dance slowly.

"Zhao Mei dances very well," she said.

"Yes!"

"Who do you like to dance with?"

My heart pounded. "With you?"

She lowered her head, a barely perceptible smile appearing on her lips. "Why?"

"Do you want the truth or a lie?"

"Nonsense!"

"I'm too embarrassed to say."

"Say it!"

"She's too womanly. I bumped into her without noticing, and it made me very uncomfortable. You're different..."

Before I could finish, my chest was hit hard twice. "I knew you weren't a good person!"

"That's right, I'm not a good person, but I'm not a bad person either, because I'm not a thing at all."
"Move your hand up a little, don't get any bad ideas." I don't know when, but my hand had slowly slid down, already close to her buttocks. Actually, I didn't do it on purpose, because it felt really comfortable there. It's like sleeping in winter, you go where it's warm.

"No, it's just that I was cleaning the toilet for you the day before yesterday, and my hand is sore from cleaning, I don't have any strength left, I just did a free fall." I felt shameless even saying it. Fortunately, she didn't say anything, so I just left it there. But I absolutely couldn't do any extra pinching or kneading, otherwise I was afraid I would lose the privilege I had gained, which would really be a loss.

Li Hong was wearing jeans, which accentuated her alluring, rounded hips. They were captivating even in normal times, let alone now, held in my hand. Without realizing it, I felt aroused, and I'm sure Li Hong felt it too. She lowered her head, blushed, and remained silent. Her beauty was truly captivating. After a slow waltz, a quick waltz followed. To keep up, I quickened my pace, afraid of stepping on Li Hong's feet. My attention was focused on dancing, and I had no time for any other thoughts. My manhood returned to normal. After two pieces, Li Hong said she was tired and it was time to stop for the day, and she ran off, leaving me alone in the room, feeling melancholic.

Zhao Mei came down again on the weekend. Her village school was usually a little better, but on weekends she was alone. She and Li Hong were classmates; they were the only two assigned there last year, so they were like sisters. However, she wasn't as lucky as Li Hong; after leaving the village school, they didn't teach her music, only Chinese and math. Zhao Mei didn't go home on weekends; she stayed with us. She was outgoing and cheerful, bringing us much laughter.

After lunch, I suggested we go fishing in the afternoon; if we were lucky, we could have a good meal that evening. They both excitedly raised their hands in agreement. I borrowed two fishing rods and two fishing nets, and we were ready to go.

We live in a typical western karst landscape, with towering, rolling green mountains. Normally, there should be lush shrubbery, but due to the steelworks of our parents' generation, the newly planted saplings on the mountains are mottled, like bald patches of hair. Below the mountains is a flat area where the ripe rice forms a golden tapestry winding around the hills. A small stream, like a emerald ribbon, intertwines with it, creating a beautiful scene. The stream's water is crystal clear, half sourced from the mountains and half from underground. The riverbed is dotted with springs, and it's said there's an underground river beneath. The water flowing from it is refreshing, and the fish aren't the common grass carp or crucian carp, but rather things like yellow croaker, squid, and small-scaled fish, all with incredibly delicious flesh.

Winter has begun, clearly not a good season for fishing. After casting my line into the water for ages with no sign of life, I couldn't sit still any longer and left it to fend for itself. Meanwhile, the two of them and I diligently set up two nets. We laid them out in the shallow water, securing both ends with bamboo sticks – a proper river-blocking net. It worked! Soon, many small fish were caught like moths in a spider's web, completely stuck. Even though they were all small fish, we were all excitedly shouting. We laid out another net, took it down, and there were already about ten fish caught! Li Hong and the other two came to help remove the fish, proudly showing off each time they pulled out a larger one. After two hours, we had caught a huge basinful.

We packed up our rods – no bait, no fish. We picked up the other rod, and lo and behold, a huge crab! You unlucky thing, you dared to use your foot to grab the hook! I broke off its little feet and chewed them with relish. Seeing this, they were tempted and, forgetting all about being ladylike, each grabbed a big foot and licked the meat inside. Back in the dorm, we started preparing. This kind of small fish couldn't be used for spicy fish or soup. We mixed it with rice noodles, a few eggs, some salt and peppercorns, and fried it in oil. The sizzling sound and fragrant aroma filled the air. The two girls ate with gusto, while I wolfed down my food.

"My two beauties, how about a couple of dances to help you digest?" I said to them after our meal.

"I'll do it, I'll dance to 'I Love You a Thousand Times in My Life'," Zhao Mei said happily.

"No problem!"

I rewound the cassette tape, and the music began: "Day and night I'm captivated by you, always thinking of you, my longing is unwavering, even after all the trials and tribulations, I still think you're the best." To the rich and tender voice of Anita Mui, we began to dance.

"You seem to have improved quite a bit?" I noticed after walking around with Zhao Mei for a couple of laps.

"Of course! A good teacher produces a good student!" I felt Zhao Mei and I were too close, and without realizing it, I touched her ample chest. Luckily, we weren't wearing anything too thin, but my hand on her waist was involuntarily sweating. Li Hong stood to the side the whole time, a half-smile on her face. I wondered what piece I should ask Li Mei to dance later. There were other people around today, so I didn't have a chance to put my hand on her hip.

The piece was over, and I was about to ask Li Hong for a dance. "Zhao Mei! Let's dance a piece together," Li Hong said to Zhao Mei. Without even looking at me, she went over and hugged Zhao Mei. Just watching two masters spar was a kind of enjoyment. Finally, the piece was over, and I stepped forward.

"Teacher Li, would you like to give me a piece of guidance?" I held out my hand.

"You're so indecent and naughty, I'm not dancing with you! We two beauties have dance partners today, haha, Zhao Mei!" Hearing this startled me. I didn't know if her "indecent" or "naughty" was because I touched Zhao Mei's chest while dancing or because I put my hand on her butt last time. Whatever the reason, it seemed I wouldn't have a chance to dance with them today. I couldn't help but grit my teeth in anger.

The next day, at dinner, I was still thinking about last night's dance. I figured it was probably because I had taken advantage of her last time, and she hated my lecherous behavior and didn't want me to grope her again. To find out the truth, after dinner, I put on some dance music in my dorm room and started circling around by myself. After a while, Li Hong appeared at the door. "All alone doing zip-lining?"

I stopped. "Come on, want to dance?" She stood at the door, neither agreeing nor leaving. I went over and pulled her inside. I put my arm around her waist and started dancing. "You wouldn't even dance for me yesterday, so rude of me."

"You're so naughty, I wouldn't dance with you."

"If I'm naughty, I only want to be naughty with you." A cliché line to make a girl happy.

"Ugh!" Then Li Hong blushed, lowered her head, and didn't say a word, just like Xu Zhimo's line: "The most beautiful sight is that gentle lowering of the head, like a water lily shyly bowing to the cool breeze." The charm was boundless. In this situation, no man wouldn't be moved. I tightened my grip, and she moved closer to me. My hand behind her became restless, slowly descending to touch her buttocks. She stopped, staring at me with a fierce glint in her eyes. Startled, I stuck out my tongue, immediately retracting my hand before continuing to dance. I couldn't hold out for more than a minute. Her little hand behind me was poised and ready to strike, finally showing me what it meant to be incorrigible.

"You bad boy!" Li Hong shouted.

This time, I let my hand stay put, shamelessly saying, "It's more comfortable there!"
"I thought your hand that was poking the toilet hadn't healed yet?" she said angrily.

"Of course it's not better. The aftereffects will probably last a lifetime." Li Hong stared at me, her face flushed. No wonder she's called Li Hong, not Li Bai or Li Lan; she only knows how to blush, but she looks truly captivating. On impulse, I kissed her, planting a peck on her forehead. She was startled, unable to believe I would be so audacious, her eyes widening in anger. Human desires are never satisfied; the forehead kiss only seemed to make me want to taste her lips even more. Before I could even get closer,

"You're such a bad person!" I was shoved away forcefully. Li Hong ran back to her room without even catching her breath, slamming the door shut, leaving me there grinning foolishly. I climbed onto the bed, wanting to see what Li Hong's expression would be when she ran over—happy, smug, or angry? Wow! What is that thing? It just happened to block the small hole, making me extremely annoyed.

The next morning, I couldn't wait to see if Li Hong had changed, but she seemed completely unaffected. Pshaw! Why was she so calm? That was my first kiss, even if it was just on her hard forehead. Last night, I spent the whole night grinning like an idiot at the stars and moon. Then I looked closer and saw something blocking the small hole—oh my god, it was a mirror. I casually walked over, picked up the mirror, and ran my hand through my hair, muttering, "My head can be cut off, but my hair can't; blood can flow, but my shoes can't be without polish." Afterward, I casually put it aside.

A light drizzle started to fall, and the temperature dropped sharply. It felt chilly everywhere; winter seemed to have arrived instantly. I kissed Li Hong's forehead myself. Everything seemed normal, except that no matter how much I sweet-talked her, she wouldn't dance with me anymore. I regretted that kiss so much. If I had known this would happen, I wouldn't have been moved even if she offered me her cherry-like lips, let alone my forehead. Zhao Mei was still a regular customer, and I'd danced with her a few times. Everyone was bundled up like dumplings, so even if I touched her chest, I couldn't reach her sensory cells to excite her brain through the central nervous system.

On the weekend, Li Hong was going home, and not wanting to lose my mind again, I happily followed her. This was the first time I'd gone home since starting work here, except for National Day. My parents and I each bought a set of thermal underwear and huddled around the stove. My parents were very happy. My mother asked if I had a girlfriend, and I looked at her with astonishment. A few months ago, this would have been a violation of the Three Main Rules of Discipline and the Eight Points for Attention. My mother said earnestly, "I didn't let you have a girlfriend before because I was afraid it would interfere with your studies. Now that you've graduated, your job is far away but stable. Girls are valued these days, and our family's conditions aren't as good as others. There are plenty of men with some money who are still single. If you find someone suitable, bring her home so we can meet her. Get married soon, while we're still healthy, she can help take care of your children."

I saw my mother's thoughts getting further and further away, and I couldn't listen anymore: "Mom! What are you talking about? I'm only twenty years old, not old enough to get married. Getting married would be illegal."

"What illegality? I'm telling you to have friends, not to get married right away, or to become your grandmother!"

"Stop, stop, are you going to say that Grandma got married at thirteen again?" I smiled: "Mom, actually I have a girlfriend. She's as beautiful as a fairy, very pretty, very gentle, very filial, and has a big butt, so she can have a lot of children. You won't be able to hold them all."

I spent a day at home. Although our family's conditions were poor, I felt a special family warmth. I felt very secure and at ease at home.

On Sunday morning, as soon as I woke up, the mountains, rivers, trees, and houses were all covered in white. It had snowed heavily all night, and snow was still falling. After breakfast, I had to take a bus to the county town. At noon, Li Hong, some teachers from the school, and I took the bus back to school. I had saved a seat for Li Hong long ago; sitting next to her was a privilege.

The bus had traveled about twenty kilometers when it was stopped. Everyone was wondering what had happened. The driver went out to negotiate and returned, saying that the transportation bureau had issued a notice that due to the snow and slippery roads, the road ahead at Wangfeng Ridge was icy and closed to traffic. Those who weren't in a hurry could take this bus back the way they came; those in a hurry had to get off and walk over Wangfeng Ridge, where they would be picked up by a car. A commotion erupted in the bus, with complaints filling the air. There were five or six of us colleagues on the bus, all worried about tomorrow's classes, and we agreed to cross Wangfeng Ridge together. At this point, Li Hong became anxious; she had bought a carton of apples in town.

Some suggested selling them cheaply to those returning, and one teacher joked that they'd give each of us one to keep in our bellies. Such a good opportunity to curry favor—of course I couldn't miss it! "Hey! Hey! Don't try to take advantage of the situation, I'll take care of this box of apples." The teacher joked again, "See, see, only a boyfriend will stand up for you in a pinch." It made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside, and Li Hong's face turned bright red.

I got some packing rope from the driver, wrapped the apple box around several sides, slipped it through my hands and hips, slung it over my back, and, holding Li Hong's hand, followed them out.

The snow was still falling heavily, but I felt it was so beautiful; the biting wind was still blowing, but I felt it was so refreshing.

Teacher Zhang had already slipped and fallen several times while climbing the slope, but fortunately the snow was too thick to get his clothes wet or dirty. The strong wind carrying the snow was unbearable for him. Seeing me wrapping my clothes around Li Hong's head, he suddenly remembered he was carrying a treasure. He rummaged through his bag and pulled out the red thermal underwear he'd bought with his wife. In a few quick movements, he wrapped it around himself so that only his eyes were visible, the bright red color making it look like his head was on fire. I shouted at Teacher Zhang, "Teacher Zhang, give me yours so I can wrap it around myself!"

"No way, no way! I wouldn't do it even if you gave me a hundred yuan!" This made everyone laugh.
Everyone had slipped and fallen along the way. We finally managed to cross Wangfeng Ridge, but the car hadn't arrived yet, so we stood there waiting. I looked down at Li Hong's hands; they were red from the cold. I took her small hands in my large ones, put them to my mouth, breathed on them vigorously, and rubbed them. "Are you warm?" Her eyes were clearly filled with tears, and she said with a slight sob, "Yes."

It was already past six when we got to school. We ate something outside, and I told Li Hong to go to bed early. I went to the street and bought two pieces of brown sugar and some ginger, and made ginger soup. This was a secret recipe passed down from my mother; she had cured me of countless colds. I brought it to her bedside and sat on the edge of the bed. "Drink it while it's hot. It's a family secret recipe to prevent colds." She leaned against the bed, blew on it a couple of times, and drank it. "How is it?" I asked.
"It's very good, especially the way it goes down my throat, it feels so soothing."

"Then I'll get you another bowl."

"Zhuo Yu..." I was about to get up.

"Hold me..."

"Ah!" Before I could react, she rushed over, wrapped her arms around my neck, and whispered softly, "Hold me..."

For some reason, at that moment, my eyes filled with tears. Heavens! God! My Virgin Mary! Isn't this happiness coming too suddenly?! As if receiving a divine decree, I tossed the bowl onto the bedside table, my hands gripping her tightly like iron hoops, feeling an unprecedented sense of security.

A moment later, I felt a warm, damp sensation on my neck. I slowly pushed her away. "Hey! You look so beautiful even when you cry!" A flurry of small fists landed on my chest. I took her small hand in mine, gazing at her. My eyes had somehow become incredibly powerful. She softened her earlier bravado, lowering her head, her face flushed. I placed a hand on her cheek, gently pulling her closer. I lightly kissed her lips, then couldn't tear my fingers away. Her lips were soft, moist, and smooth—the feeling was indescribable. I took her lower lip into my mouth, licking it, savoring the sweet taste mixed with ginger soup.

"You seem to be shivering, are you cold?" Li Hong whispered.

"It's...nothing..." I answered, trembling.

She pulled back the covers. "Come in!"

I immediately slipped under the covers, embracing her, my whole body still trembling. I buried my head in her shoulder. "Your scent is so comforting." "

Really?"

"Yes."

"Then smell good." I took two deep breaths.

"My heart is pounding so hard, do I have a heart condition?" I grabbed her hand and pressed it against my chest.
"If you have heart disease, my job is your quick fix," Li Hong whispered in my ear.

"It feels so good to hold you, I want to hold you like this forever."

"You said it, right?"

"I swear to God!"

"I believe you."

We went back and forth like that, until her words seemed to turn into babbling; she was too tired today.
Back in my dorm room, it all felt like a dream. She asked me why I didn't do more. I thought that when you truly love someone, you'll feel it; holding them is actually very satisfying.

Anything else? Yes, but not in a hurry!

The next day, the sun shone brightly, reminding me of a line from Gorky's "The Stormy Petrel": "Dark clouds cannot block out the sun." Yes, they can't. In high spirits, I wanted to shout to the heavens, but I was afraid of being mistaken for a lunatic. I was truly grateful for yesterday's timely snow! Just then, Li Hong's door opened.

"Did you sleep well?"

she said shyly, nodding as she let me in.

"I was thinking about you, and I couldn't sleep all night."

"Liar! I don't believe you!"

"I'll be a dog if I lie." I said anxiously.

"I don't believe you." She glanced at me and went back into the inner room.

I followed her anxiously. As soon as I entered, I was tightly embraced. This sudden action left me speechless. Women's hearts are truly unfathomable; you'll never understand their thoughts. Before I could even figure it out, she kissed my lips. I could clearly tell whether she had used a medicated oil or a cold sour cream. Actually, there are many things in this world we don't need to understand too much. For example, right now I could only instinctively respond to her, my hands constantly caressing her waist and hips. Until she pushed me away, saying it was time to cook noodles.
"Oh! Right, it's time to cook noodles." The saying goes that people in love have zero IQ, which is absolutely true, like me. I think Li Hong was relatively clear-headed, because she could still remember to cook noodles in that situation.

These past two days have been exceptionally good, and my mood has been fantastic. Spending these past few days with Li Hong has led me to a conclusion: girls are like battlefields; once territory is captured, it can be used indefinitely. Girls have a mindset that since they've already done it, doing it again will be a breeze. Conquering a girl is like peeling a bamboo shoot; once you've peeled it all, the woman is yours.

Li Hong and I danced together, without any fancy moves. She wrapped her arms around my neck, and I held her waist. The dance steps didn't matter; we just held each other and swayed gently. She rested her head against my chest, feeling my heartbeat. My hands wandered around her back, caressing her round, soft buttocks—they felt so good. After a while, she turned around, her back to me, and let me hug her from behind, placing her hands on my arms. I rubbed my head against her ear, breathing softly, kissing her ear and her neck. A feeling I couldn't describe welled up below, a sensation only I could understand. I ran my hands up to her breasts; though small, they were noticeably protruding. Touching the bulge in her clothes, the mere thought of what lay beneath was enough to send my soul soaring.

She tilted her head back and wrapped her arms around my neck, seeking a kiss. I lowered my head, looking at her slightly parted lips and her dreamy eyes. I leaned in, stopping a centimeter from her lips, just enough for her to feel my warmth and breath, but I didn't kiss her. She seemed impatient; she tightened her grip on my neck, and her lips pressed against mine. I could feel the warmth and moisture of her lips—what eagerness

truly meant. A knock at the door left me wondering how I would have ended things. I composed myself and opened the door. A voice popped out: "Want to play cards?" It was Chen Bin, who had come in with us. "Damn it!" I cursed inwardly. "I'm not going." He poked his head in for a quick glance, then grinned mischievously. "I understand, I understand!" He whispered in my ear, "Is the first half over yet?" I made a kicking motion in his butt, and he turned and ran away.

Back in the room, I didn't know how to continue the passion from before. It was like two armies clashing; you had to press on, or you'd lose momentum. It was like a student with a fart in their belly, ready to explode, but then the teacher suddenly called on them, so they had to hold it in. Later, when they wanted to let out a loud fart, they couldn't muster the energy.

Looking at the moon outside the window, it was truly rare to have such a bright sky and such pure moonlight in this month. I took Li Hong's hand. "Come on, I'll take you somewhere."

Under the bright moonlight, the surrounding mountains resembled sleeping lions, the stream at their foot babbled a lullaby, and the birds, insects, and animals seemed to be whispering sweet nothings to each other. The cypress trees along the roadside looked like gaunt old men.

Beside the stream was a small hill with a large pool on top, drawing water from the river to supply the town's residents. A narrow, steep cement staircase led directly to the pool. I led Li Hong up the stairs step by step, feeling as if I were leading her into a wedding hall. Reaching the top, we were both panting. "Look, the whole town lies at our feet! See how peaceful they are under the moonlight? And over there, that's our school building; the students are still having evening self-study there."

"It's so beautiful!" Li Hong exclaimed happily.

"Let's sit over there for a while," I said, pointing to a large rock nearby.

Li Hong was pulling my hand, about to sit down, when I said, "Wait!" I quickly sat down first. "The rock's cold, come on, sit here." I patted my leg. She sat on my lap, my head resting comfortably on her shoulder, my face pressed against hers, feeling its coolness. "Your face is so cold!" I whispered in her ear, then kissed her cold face with my warm lips.

"My heart is warm," Li Hong said, turning her face to give me a light, fleeting kiss on the lips.
"The moon seems to be watching us and laughing."

"She's laughing at you for being dishonest." My hands were somehow already on her chest, and I could only chuckle foolishly!

"With such beautiful moonlight, where has the Old Man Under the Moon gone?" Li Hong muttered to herself.
"Look! Isn't that him?" I pointed to a large locust tree nearby.

"Hehe!" Li Hong laughed, "That really does look like someone!" She turned around, cupped my face in her hands, and stared at me with her big eyes. "With an old man here, you still dare to be dishonest? You're so daring."
I whispered in her ear, "What's dishonest about me? My brother is much more dishonest than me." Li Hong, weighing several tens of kilograms, sat on my lap, and her "brother" was already dissatisfied. Although I wouldn't say it was furious, it was at least indignant and unable to contain its anger. Li Hong pinched me hard. "I knew you were a big bad guy. You've been planning this for a long time, haven't you?"

"That's right. I've had my eye on you since the first time I saw you." I said while kissing her. "You shouldn't have cooked with me at all. You got on my pirate ship, and now we're in the Pacific Ocean. You're not going to get ashore."

"I knew you were a bad thing. You're full of bad ideas. Not only did you have your eye on me, but you also spied on me!"
I was surprised. She even knew that. People say girls are sensitive. They're really right. "No, absolutely not." Li Hong pinched my back again, and I cried out in pain. "Even if I did, I didn't see anything."

I turned Li Hong around so she was sitting face-to-face in my lap, and continued kissing her. My hands would sometimes support her buttocks, and sometimes knead her little white rabbit. We were both so excited that we could hardly contain ourselves, and all we wanted to do was put our hands inside our clothes and truly feel that lively little white rabbit.

"Ouch! It's so cold!" Li Hong exclaimed.

I immediately pulled my hand back and tested it on my face; it was indeed ice-cold. Ever since I discovered this secret place, I'd imagined this day countless times at night. Now, everything was in place, but fate had ruined my plans. I wondered when I'd finally be able to get everything in place to

return to school. I felt unsatisfied, wondering if this wonderful night was really going to end like this. I couldn't bear to think about it. On the way up the stairs, I told Li Hong I needed to use the restroom. Inside, I hid the key in a crack in the toilet. When I went upstairs to open the door, I yelled, "Oh no! I forgot my key when I left!" Li Hong was skeptical. I spread my arms wide. "You don't believe me? Take

it!" "Really?" Li Hong said.

"Really." I pulled my sweater up to my chest. "Look, I can jump a few more times. See the sound of the key?"

Li Hong came over, pulled off my sweater, and said softly, "Come with me."

I was overjoyed and happily followed behind Li Hong. Once inside, Li Hong closed the door and was about to turn on the light when I pounced on her, grabbed her, and, panting, pinned her against the wall.

"It's dark, are you trying to be a pervert?" Li Hong whispered in my ear.

I bit her ear. "Otherwise, I won't move, and you can be a pervert with me."

"You wish." I spun her around the room a few times before collapsing onto the bed. Without even taking off her clothes, I lifted them and kissed her.

"Is mine small?"

"It's okay, I'll kiss it bigger for you." I opened my mouth wide and took most of her left breast into my mouth, my hands not stopping, gently caressing her other breast, then slowly circling her nipple with my fingers. Her legs moved incessantly beneath me, then wrapped tightly around my waist. I saw her face flushed and she was panting heavily. My penis was throbbing, about to explode. I rolled off her and unbuckled her jeans, trying to pull them down to her thighs. She grabbed my hand, "No!" I guided her hand to my penis, "Touch it." "
No!" But she still held it.

"I want to touch yours too." "No!

"

"Just a touch." She didn't say anything.

I unzipped her jeans and slipped my hand inside, touching her vulva through her panties. It felt so soft. After a while, her legs started to wriggle more, and her panties started to get wet. She suddenly rolled over and hugged me, making muffled sounds, like moans. I pulled her jeans down to her ankles and then slipped my hand inside her panties, first through a thick forest, then to a warm, moist hollow. Before I could move, her legs clamped tightly around my waist, and I couldn't move at all. But I could still clearly feel the temperature and humidity there.

I kissed her lips, her neck, her ears, and her vulva. During the kiss, her body began to melt, her legs, which had been pressed together, began to open, and her consciousness became blurred. Taking advantage of this blurred state, I pulled off her panties, leaving us naked. I was excited and unable to control myself. I put my head to her vulva and saw that her two labia were still budding. I gently pried open the two pink labia with my hands. Wow, love juice was overflowing inside.

"Don't touch there, I can't take it," Li Hong moaned softly. I then moved my hands to her back and stroked her buttocks. I rolled over onto her again, my little brother burning with desire, ready to go. "Is it okay?"

"Yes!" "

Are you scared?"

"Yes!"

I adjusted my position with my hands, stroked up and down a couple of times, adjusted my aim, and felt that I was aimed at her entrance. The excitement in my heart was indescribable, and my lower body slowly sank down. "If it hurts, call me." Before I finished speaking, she cried out, "It hurts!" I stopped there, while I started kissing her and touching her breasts again, but as soon as I moved down there, she cried out again. I was caught in a dilemma, extremely anxious. If things continued like this, things would be impossible to accomplish; I had to act decisively.

After kissing her until she relaxed somewhat, I suddenly attacked, breaking through her defenses in an instant. Her inner walls were so hot and tight; an unprecedented feeling of comfort quickly spread from my penis throughout my entire body. It was hard-won; for a moment, I felt like crying. After that, things went much more smoothly. As long as it wasn't too intense, she stopped crying out in pain, but she still moaned softly. I asked worriedly, "Does it still hurt?" She shook her head.

"Why is it still there…" Before I could finish, she bit my shoulder.

"It hurts!" This time it was my turn to cry out.

But after a series of intense thrusting movements, I ejaculated in a state of extreme excitement. She was also panting heavily below.

After a while, she suddenly sat up with lightning speed, turned on the light, and said, "It's so cold, what are you doing?"

I saw her lift the blanket, revealing a patch of bright red blood on the sheet. She was shy, her head slightly lowered, but she couldn't hide the genuine joy on her face.

I grabbed some toilet paper, not even bothering to wipe my still-half-erect penis, but instead started
wiping her vulva. She half-heartedly allowed me to wipe her sensitive areas. As I gently wiped her with the paper, I caressed her breasts and told her to thank her for giving me her precious first time, and that I would repay her for the rest of my life. She was deeply moved and opened her arms to hug me. We kissed passionately, and she put her tongue in my mouth, the taste surpassing any other delicacy. I also put my tongue in her mouth, and she gently sucked on mine, our tongues mingling. We embraced each other, and I slowly savored the blend of her faint perfume and natural scent, making me feel like I was in a blissful dream. Gradually, my penis became incredibly hard again. I thrust my hips forward, feeling the head of my penis touch the inside of her vagina. The walls felt tight and warm. I pounded into her clitoris with all my might, and she couldn't help but scream. A few minutes later, I flipped one of her legs to the side and thrust into her vagina from the side. This time, her moans became somewhat lewd.

I made her lie face down on the bed, her legs slightly apart. I held her buttocks with both hands and thrust my large penis completely
into her vagina, using all my strength to pound away. Each impact with her buttocks was exceptionally crisp and loud, and the room echoed with ecstatic screams and the roar of a tiger. As I thrust in and out, I admired her smooth, silky back and her long, flowing hair. I grasped her round, soft breasts with both hands, and with a strong desire to conquer her, I ejaculated a torrent of fluids into her body with overwhelming force during our passionate lovemaking... In the end, Li Hong collapsed happily onto the bed.

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