The ass that pulled away my semen

(1)

This happened more than ten years ago, and I think my desire for sex was unprecedented back then. Why? Because of puberty! I believe everyone can relate. Okay, let me tell you my story!

My mother's close friend often came to our house to play, and sometimes she would stay overnight if she stayed late. Our family was of average means, with two rooms, one for me and one for my parents. We lived in the suburbs, so it wasn't easy for my aunt to come over, but I still saw her quite often (I'll call her Aunt here).

I don't know why women have so much to talk about. In my memory, I often heard my mother and aunt whispering to each other even when I was asleep. I probably don't remember what they were talking about, just everyday things. Sometimes it was annoying, but there was nothing I could do. I was just a kid, so I had to put up with it!

My aunt had a daughter, about two years younger than me, who she often brought over during summer vacation. At first, it was annoying, but after a while, she became very cute. While the two of them were chatting, I would play with my little cousin. The little girl was very naughty, even more naughty than boys, but she was also easy to coax and didn't understand anything.

Once, during a house renovation, my room was temporarily unusable, leaving only one room.

As usual, my aunt and my little cousin came to visit during summer vacation. This time, because of the renovation, my aunt insisted on going home in the evening, but my mother persuaded her to stay.

After dinner, my father went out, saying he was staying at someone else's house; I figured he must be playing mahjong. My mother continued chatting with my aunt, while I played with my little cousin. Suddenly, I noticed my aunt lying down, her legs propped up on a pile of blankets. But that wasn't unusual; they often did that—lying down when they got tired, sitting when they were more energetic.

They didn't seem to have much to talk about. It was puzzling. However, I still inadvertently caught a glimpse of my aunt's exposed skin. Perhaps she was too engrossed in her conversation to notice us, or maybe because we were just children, she wasn't paying attention.

Actually, I had already started masturbating around that time, and sometimes without any stimulation, my penis would inexplicably get hard. It was okay when I was sitting, but it was terrible when I was standing or walking. I had to put one hand in my pocket then, haha! That's when I realized why some people like to walk with their hands in their pockets. I used to think it was for looking cool! Later I learned there was more to it than that. I've

gone off-topic a bit, sorry! I used to only read what others wrote, and now that it's my turn to write something, it feels really tiring. I really admire those authors who write long novels. My writing skills are limited, so you can only read as much as you can. Haha!

I was playing with my cousin at the time, and unfortunately, I stumbled upon this scene. I think it happened before, but I was too young to notice. People are really strange; the more you don't want to see something, the more you look in that direction. I pretended to play with my cousin, but kept glancing at that alluring white area.

Because it was summer, my aunt was wearing flesh-colored stockings, and since she was quite tall, her beautiful legs became the object of my masturbation fantasies for many years. I really wanted to see what lay beneath those alluring thighs, but I was too timid and gave up. However, the allure of what was partially revealed was even more stimulating than seeing it all.

When it was time for bed, since it was two women with two children (actually, I wasn't a child anymore; "little pervert" was a nickname my aunt later gave me), we dressed casually, but I still didn't see the scene I was hoping for. My aunt had simply changed into a pair of tight shorts and a loose nightgown, but that still gave me a thrill.

We two children slept in the middle; my mother slept on my left, and my aunt slept on my cousin's right. After the lights were turned off, I still couldn't fall asleep for a long time; my mind was filled with the scene from the daytime—the white thighs covered by that short skirt, partially revealed. My penis was so hard it felt like it was about to explode, throbbing painfully. I got up to go outside to use the restroom, but couldn't pee, so I reluctantly went back to bed.

A little while later, I heard my aunt softly calling my mother; she was also going to the restroom. It was the suburbs, after all, so it was quite dark at night, and the restroom wasn't indoors. They left quickly, and I lay in bed, still unable to sleep. The situation was getting worse, and I was worried I might die. I really wanted to masturbate, but the environment wasn't suitable.

I turned over and saw my little cousin sleeping soundly beside me. I don't know when she kicked the blanket off her feet; kids are like that, they don't sleep still. I was about to help her cover herself up again when I noticed she was only wearing a pair of underwear.

I forgot to mention, my cousin was already a teenager then, and because she was a girl, she developed early, only slightly shorter than me at the time. I couldn't help it; although my genitals were well-developed back then, I hadn't grown much taller, no wonder my aunt always treated me like a child!

Just as I reached for the blanket, I realized from behind that my little cousin looked just like my aunt. Her legs were white, and her buttocks were big and round. Suddenly, my heart started racing, and my hand holding the blanket trembled uncontrollably. I could hear my own heart pounding. Although my heart races when I masturbate, this was completely different.

I gently nudged my cousin, finding her fast asleep. My mother and aunt hadn't returned yet; perhaps they were using the toilet. I didn't care; I was going to take the risk. I couldn't think straight anymore. Driven by lust, I quietly crawled out of bed. My underwear was barely covering my enormous penis. I gently touched my cousin's calf, but there was no reaction. My hands were shaking terribly. I gently slid my hand down her calf to her thigh, almost touching her underwear.

I paused, listened for any sounds outside, and slowly rolled onto my side behind her, pressing my penis against her buttocks through her underwear. For a moment I didn’t dare to move. When I could move, I found myself rubbing my swollen, hot penis against her buttocks. My hands were trembling so much that I didn’t dare to touch any part of her body.

After doing that for a while, I felt that my underwear was really restrictive. I slowly pulled my underwear down to my knees and gently pressed my glans, which was full of vaginal fluid, against my cousin’s vulva. I could clearly feel the softness and warmth there. I didn’t dare to use too much force, just gently rubbing it. Even so, I could feel incredibly stimulated and nervous.

Just then, I heard footsteps and the door opening outside…

(2)

The first thing I did when I heard footsteps outside was to pull up my underwear and quickly crawl into my bed.

After my mother and aunt lay down one after another, I breathed a deep sigh of relief. After a while, when I was sure that my mother was asleep, I dared to secretly look at my aunt.

By the dim moonlight, I could see my aunt was also fast asleep, holding her daughter tightly. She was holding my little cousin very close, as if she were about to lose her own child. Looking at my little cousin's sweet sleeping posture, I felt a pang of envy that she could lean so close to her aunt.

My aunt's breasts were large, at least much larger than my mother's. My mother told me that I had been breastfed by my aunt when I was little! I've always been skeptical about this; why don't I remember anything about something so sexually fulfilling?

Because my aunt was holding my little cousin so close, there was a large empty space on my side, and I felt a sudden emptiness. I closed my eyes, forcing myself not to think about anything, but I still couldn't sleep. Counting might work for some people, but it didn't work for me. As I counted, my mind would wander to other things, and I'd become even more awake.

Ever since I learned to masturbate, when I couldn't sleep, I usually just masturbated and fell asleep immediately. But what could I do now? I couldn't masturbate. It was so frustrating! Watching others sleep so soundly while you can't sleep is like watching others eat delicious food while you can't have it yourself.

The night finally passed, and I woke up very late the next day. When I woke up, the house was empty. Just as I was about to sleep a little longer, my cousin suddenly ran in from outside, yelling, "Lazybones, get up! Lazybones, get up!" I really couldn't be bothered with her. Sometimes my cousin is cute, sometimes she's annoying, and she'll compare our heights from time to time.

I really wanted to hit her then, but it was just a thought; at most, I'd just slap her little bottom. Then she would quickly jump away, make a face, and hide behind my mom, pretending to be pitiful and saying that her brother bullied her. It was both infuriating and funny then. My mom always sided with her, so she was treated like I was in their house.

I still wanted to sleep a little longer, so I ignored her. Suddenly, she pulled back my blanket. Just as I was about to get angry, she pointed at my genitals and gloated, "Brother wet the bed! Brother wet the bed! How embarrassing! Hahahaha..." Then I felt a cool sensation down there. Looking down, I realized it wasn't bedwetting, but a wet patch—a large, damp area.

I quickly covered it up, saying, "Don't talk nonsense, or brother won't play with you anymore!" This trick always worked; she immediately stopped yelling, though she still had a mischievous smile on her face.

Honestly, how could I not feel anything? Even when I had a wet patch before, I'd always wake up startled, because it felt just like wetting the bed as a child.

I immediately asked, "Where did your mom and me go?" She covered her mouth and laughed, saying they went shopping. Since going to the city center and back was too far, they didn't take her, telling her to stay home and play with me.

Maybe Mom and the others had just left, and my cousin, bored playing outside, came to bother me while I was sleeping.

I said seriously, "Don't tell anyone what happened earlier." I promised I'd listen to her all day, let her play whatever she wanted, however she wanted, and that finally shut her up.

I asked her to go outside for a bit so I could change my underwear, but she wouldn't leave. I finally got her to turn around, and I hurriedly found a clean pair of underwear to change into, but she turned her head back, and when she saw I'd caught her, she quickly turned her head back.

I said, "You're not allowed to look!" The moment I put on my underwear, that unruly place started to stir again. Oh no! What to do? I couldn't get up again.

Seeing I wasn't moving, my cousin came over and tried the same trick again, which I, of course, covered tightly. Now, my cousin thought I was just playing around, and she straddled me, riding me like a horse. Of course, I couldn't spoil her, so soon I wrapped her tightly in the blanket.

It was the same before; she'd beg for mercy from under the covers, and I'd only let her out when I heard her pretend to cry. Once out, she was panting heavily, her eyes strangely fixed on me. I immediately realized that I'd been so busy playing that my little tent hadn't gone down! And with all that fuss, it seemed even more erect. Now she saw it all. What to do?

After a long pause, she exclaimed, "Brother, what's that? Are you sick? It's so weird!" I quickly said,

"Yes, I am sick. Don't tell anyone I'm sick. You can play whatever you want today, and I'll buy you something delicious later, okay?" It took me ages to finally calm her down.

After dinner, my cousin suggested playing cards—the kind where you hide a deck of cards, and each person takes half of the remaining cards. Then you find the pairs, and whoever has a card that matches the hidden one loses.

Usually, when I lose, she gets to ride me like a horse. If she loses, I flick her little head. Sometimes I flick it too hard, and she cries and runs to my mom to complain. Seeing me get scolded, she makes faces and sticks her tongue out at me. At those times, I pretend to be angry and not play with her, and then she'll run over and let me flick her head.

This time I lost again and had to ride her like a horse. She seemed especially happy, wrapping her arms around my neck and refusing to get down. I swayed my body from side to side, and she was about to fall off when she suddenly hooked her little feet around my lower abdomen. This sudden action startled me because her feet were clamping my penis tightly, and I immediately got hard.

It took a lot of effort to get her off, but she acted like nothing had happened. Later, we continued playing, but because I kept thinking about that feeling, I lost again. This time she didn't clamp her feet around, so I deliberately swayed from side to side, and sure enough, she clamped her feet around my penis again. I spun her around a few times, but she always held me with her feet, as if she were embedded in my body.

Later, I deliberately lost a few more times, and each time my cousin held my penis with her little feet like that. When we got tired of playing and lay down to rest, she asked me what was hidden under my stomach, why it was so hard, and whether it was a rod or something. She even demanded that I take it out. I

couldn't do anything with her, so I just said I had the same illness as this morning. Then she insisted on playing the patient and doctor game. I said I didn't want to play, it was too tiring, and she threatened to tell her mother what happened this morning if I didn't play. I was really afraid she would tell the truth, so I agreed. But I said that this time, I, as the patient, had to lie down. Before, I was the patient being chased around by the doctor.

She said, "That's more like a patient, because patients are afraid of needles." I said, "This time I'll lie down and pretend to be the patient, and you treat me." She readily agreed, and I lay back down in bed pretending to be dead.

At first, she touched my head and acted quite seriously, but then she lifted my blanket and pretended to listen to my heart, poking and touching here and there. Suddenly she said, "Brother, are you still sick from this morning?" I said, "Oh, no, I'm not." She said, "Let me treat you!" I was afraid she would tell my mom later, so I said no. She wouldn't have it, insisting on treating me, and even said, "Otherwise, I'll tell your mom you wet the bed." Actually, I had thought about it for a long time. As long as she didn't see my private parts, she wouldn't know what they were.

So I said, "You can treat me, but you can't tell anyone, especially your mom and my mom." She happily agreed, and then slowly touched my private parts with her little hand.

Maybe she had never touched them before and didn't know what they were, so she stopped touching them. After a while, I said, "Aren't you going to treat me anymore?" Only then did she gently stroke them again. During this time, I spoke to her, and I could hear my voice trembling.

She touched me for a while and then tried to put her little hand inside my shorts. I quickly stopped her, saying, "No, you can only touch from the outside, you can't put it inside." I was afraid she would tell on me later. After

a while, my cousin seemed to get bored and said, "I'm not playing anymore, it's not fun at all." I said,

"How can that be? You're not cured yet!" She asked, "Then how do I cure it?" I said, "It's very simple!

Turn your body around, and I'll touch you like you touched me before, and that will cure my illness." She said, "Okay!" I was really excited at that moment, I didn't expect her to be so easy to fool.

I couldn't wait to turn my cousin around. Today she was wearing a little denim skirt, and underneath she was still wearing the red panties from last night. I was wearing shorts, and I rubbed against her little skirt, the feeling was really good, just like real sex, which is incomparable to masturbation.

My other hand went from her thigh all the way down to her panties, and I could feel the shape of it through the soft fabric. She would occasionally lift one leg and straddle my lap, pressing my penis even closer to her buttocks.

After about thirty thrusts, I wasn't satisfied, so I secretly pulled down my shorts, leaving only my underwear, and then, through my underwear, I vigorously thrust into my cousin's little buttocks from behind. She was very cooperative, seemingly enjoying it as well; she was so adorable!

After a while, I simply took off my underwear as well. Now I was naked, fucking my cousin's little ass through her panties with my penis. Hehe, it felt so good!

She seemed to sense that the feeling was different from the beginning, and kept trying to reach behind her to touch my penis. Of course, I still couldn't let her touch it, but my hand was already inside her panties, touching her vulva. I had never felt such stimulation before. I thrust quickly on her little ass a dozen times, and then shot my milky white semen hard onto her red panties.

She felt her backside get wet and thought I had peed, so she said, "Why did you pee on me?" It was so cute. I said no, quickly got some toilet paper to wipe the semen off for her, and then told her, "Don't tell anyone about today, or you won't be able to play next time." She was very obedient and never told anyone. So we played this game many more times. However, there was one time when we were naked, and it was from behind. When I ejaculated on her little butt, she kept asking me what it was and said that it hurt a little and that I should be gentler next time.

Another time, I was almost caught by her mother, but luckily I reacted quickly and managed to fool her.

Another time, my mother went out because of something else, and my aunt was sleeping next to me. My cousin was lying next to me watching TV, and she put her little feet under my blanket and used them to clamp my big penis. I didn't ejaculate that time, but it was still very enjoyable because at that time my eyes were fixed on my aunt's butt and my dream big breasts.

Another time, I masturbated in front of my aunt's daughter by putting her panties on my penis and ejaculated on her panties. Because I hadn't had time to wash them, I wasn't discovered.

(3)

This time I want to share another story with you.

In the past, lotteries were very popular in our area, which is called welfare lottery. I believe many people who live in rural areas or small cities in China have this memory. Back then, the lottery was run by the government, and the prizes were nothing more than tractors, home appliances, and so on. Cash prizes came later. The story started because of that lottery; from that event onward, I opened a Pandora's box that I can't escape to this day.

That year, after the high school graduation exams, the holiday was exceptionally long. When I was in seventh grade, I was always envious of those older students in their final year of high school. While we were still studying for our final exams, they were already on holiday, and I often saw them wandering around the campus, looking so magical and impressive. At that time, I felt that getting to ninth grade would be a really long time; that feeling of endless uncertainty is something many people can relate to!

Here, I should mention that because of my shy personality, I didn't have a girlfriend in middle school, but I never stopped paying attention to the opposite sex. I especially liked two girls in my class. One was the pure and innocent type, very good at studying, and I never saw her scream like other girls.

I really liked her back then, but I never dared to talk to her, not even ask her questions, because I was so nervous!

My grades were never good, so I felt like we were from two different worlds. I just watched her from afar, watching her take notes, watching her read, watching her whisper with other girls, but I never got close to her. I can still clearly remember a little girl sitting on a bench in the school playground reading a book, the slanting sunset shining on her. Although I can't quite remember what she looked like now, that image is imprinted in my mind and heart like a photograph.

There was another girl, our class beauty. She came from a wealthy family, was very mature, and of course, very beautiful, but her beauty had a lot of allure. At that time, most of the boys in the class liked her, and they would often deliberately approach her, play with her, fool around with her, and even take advantage of her, but I never saw her get angry.

I rarely played with them back then. The most memorable time was when, for reasons I've forgotten, she used her genitals to push against my knee and snatch something from my hand. That was the first time I felt how soft and alluring a girl's genitals were.

Another time, during self-study, everyone was diligently taking notes. She subtly scratched her genitals, perhaps because it was itchy, but I still saw it. She noticed me watching her and playfully winked at me.

That night, I masturbated for the first time, thinking about the feeling of her touching my knee, her hand slipping under my skirt during the day, and that seductive wink she gave me. I gave her my first ejaculation. Many years later, I ran into her on the street, but she didn't recognize me. She had become even more sexy and alluring, only now she was with a man.

That was my high school days—naive and innocent.

The town's lottery usually took place in June and July. I had just learned to ride a motorcycle then, and during holidays, I would often ride my not-too-damaged bike around town, showing off. Back then, there was a kind of pride called showing off; looking back now, it's adorably childish.

At this time of year, the town is packed with people, shoulder to shoulder, everyone coming out for whatever reason, including plenty of beautiful young women and sexy young wives. I finally found a parking spot, only to be swept into the sea of people participating in the lottery draw. I barely saw a classmate before I was pushed away before I could even say hello.

I was pushed to the middle of the lottery draw crowd, where the largest group was. I was still looking for a chance to run into another classmate when someone stepped on my foot hard. Just as I was about to panic, I realized it was a beautiful woman—no, two beautiful women, arm in arm, completely unaware that they had stepped on me.

I pushed them away and yelled, "You stepped on me!" The first woman turned and smiled gently at me, saying,

"Are you alright?" Back then, there weren't any dinosaurs to describe such a beauty! The second woman next to me also turned to look at me. Hmm, this one was much prettier. Although both had great figures, it was like heaven and hell compared to the first one. I could only say dejectedly, "I'm fine, I'm fine." Then they turned back to buying lottery tickets and such.

I followed closely behind them. Suddenly, it seemed like a performance was about to begin, and the crowd stopped abruptly, trapping me behind them. The show hadn't even started for long when the crowd grew larger—no, it became increasingly crowded—everyone wanted to see the show and pushed their way forward. But I had no interest in watching any lousy performance, because I was pressed tightly against the beautiful woman's back (not the dinosaur, mind you).

The scent emanating from her made me very embarrassed, because, stimulated by her, my penis was already rock hard, pressing precisely against her crotch. Jeans were already fashionable back then, and this beautiful woman was wearing tight pants; from behind, I could clearly see the lines of her underwear. Because she was wearing high heels, the height of her heels meant my lower body was pressed tightly against her genitals.

She glanced at me briefly, noticed I was looking at her, blushed, and turned away again to continue watching the show. This was my first time experiencing something like this, so I didn't dare move. I just took the opportunity to nudge her butt a couple of times when the crowd was moving; when the crowd stopped, I stayed right behind her.

She was pretending to watch the show, sometimes exchanging a few words with the guy next to her, and sometimes when the crowd stopped moving, I would quietly nudge her from behind. I think she must have felt that hard, fleshy thing on her butt, because I could see even her ears turning red. It looked so tempting from behind. Just as I was about to continue enjoying myself, she suddenly grabbed the guy and desperately squeezed out of the crowd, leaving me standing there dumbfounded.

In a short while, I was squeezed to the front of the crowd. To see the show, I had to look up. There were even more people, and more men than women. I was surrounded by three big men on three sides, and I was squeezed in the middle, almost unable to breathe. I squeezed out from one side with all my might, and then my eyes lit up because a plump young woman was standing not far in front of me, with a plump and attractive butt.

What should I do? Should I go over to her or...? I hesitated for only a second before making the boldest decision of my life.

(4)

Let's continue.

I moved like an eel behind the young woman and realized that she looked so familiar! Hey, is this the owner of the arcade?

When we skipped class, we would either go to the video arcade on the street to watch videos or go to the arcade on the corner to play video games. We preferred to go to the arcade. There were many people there, all kinds of people, but most of them were students. Everyone knew that there was a beautiful owner in the arcade.

The arcade's layout was simple. Outside was a large hall with over ten arcade machines and a few coin-operated slot machines. Next to the slot machines was a smaller inner hall, where they sold game tokens and where the owner's wife rested.

Back then, the slot machines were usually occupied by young people from the streets. Poor students like us didn't have the opportunity or the money to play. We only played the popular arcade games outside, but even so, we had a blast.

I remember one time, my machine ate a coin, and I asked the owner for more. But the owner was incredibly stingy; not only did he refuse to give me any, he even cursed at me. I was just a kid then, and I didn't dare talk back, so I sheepishly went outside to watch others play.

While I was watching others play, someone gently patted my shoulder, followed by a wonderfully fragrant scent that filled my nostrils. I was captivated. When I turned around, stunned, I saw a beautiful face with a gentle smile. She was so beautiful! It was the first time I'd seen her so closely.

She smiled and slipped two game tokens into my hand. The smooth, slightly cool touch of her hand when mine met hers left me speechless. I couldn't utter a word before she vanished from my sight—it was truly like a dream. I thought to myself, "If only I had a sister like that, or even a wife like that, I'd do anything."

I treasured those two game tokens and went to the arcade less often afterward. At that time, I was truly determined to study hard and become a successful person! The desire to make a good impression on the opposite sex became my motivation. Later, the city shut down arcades, which also affected our small town. The arcades were gone, but a new internet cafe appeared.

Because I was focused on my studies, I never went to that only internet cafe in town, but I heard many classmates say how beautiful the owner was. I didn't pay any attention to it then, until one day, by chance, I discovered that the internet cafe owner was the same beautiful woman who had given me the tokens at the arcade. Although I knew about it, I never went online. One reason was that I hadn't learned how to use the internet back then, and I didn't dare to try it alone.

Until today, I was surprised to see how beautiful my sister had become. Excited, I went over to say hello, but I hesitated. What if she didn't recognize me? How embarrassing would that be! Oh well, just admiring her from afar was fine too.

But things are often unpredictable. Like this chance encounter, I was pushed next to her by the crowd. Only then did I see a very unattractive man pressed tightly against her back. I immediately knew what was going on—how dare he offend my sacred goddess!

I quickly shoved the man aside, and he glared at me fiercely. Pretending to know her, I called out from behind, "Sis, you're here! I've been looking for you for ages!" She turned around, gave me a grateful look, and then quickly turned back. From her red ears, I could tell how embarrassing she had just been.

Seeing that we knew each other, the man could only slink away dejectedly. The crowd was still incredibly dense, making it difficult even to turn one's head. I heard her softly say thank you, and then fall silent.

We were still trapped in the crowd, finding it difficult to get out. And just then, the climax of the show arrived, making the crowd surge even more violently. Before, I could maintain my distance from her; I didn't want to offend a woman who had left such a good impression on me. But now, the crowd had pressed us tightly together. I could try not to focus on our lower bodies, but the less I tried, the more my mind drifted to that area, and soon I was hard.

I awkwardly said, "Why are there so many people?" She didn't answer, but her ears turned red again. Her white neck and red earrings created a striking contrast. Her dyed golden hair hung straight down her shoulders, long and flowing beautifully, and she still exuded that captivating fragrance, which now continuously stimulated my penis.

Then the crowd surged again, and with the movement, my lower body restlessly rubbed against her ample buttocks. The crowd stopped moving, and I stopped too. Her ears turned even redder; from my angle, she looked so beautiful and cute.

I continued rubbing against her from behind, the tingling sensation in my penis growing stronger. I paused for a moment, gently touching her shapely buttocks, tightly encased in white leggings, with the back of my hand, feeling their elasticity while observing her reaction.

She trembled slightly and took a small step forward; I followed suit, remaining pressed close to her.

I dared not make any more sudden movements, continuing to press against her. She knew there was no escape, but still seemed to want to get rid of me. I figured I couldn't go too far, so I maintained that position.

Moving with the flow of the crowd, I thrust into her a few times, but she still didn't react. However, the crowd gradually dispersed as the raffle and performance were nearing their end. Taking advantage of this opportunity, she escaped my advances and squeezed out of the crowd. I followed closely behind until she entered the internet cafe, where I stopped at the entrance.

(5)

I hesitated for a while at the entrance of the internet cafe, thought a lot, and finally gritted my teeth and went in. She stared at me with big eyes from behind the counter, probably not expecting me to follow her in.

I asked her for a computer that was further inside and sat down. Only then did I notice the layout of the internet cafe. The overall area of the internet cafe was not very large, with about forty or fifty computers. The environment was relatively clean, but there weren't many people using the internet. Perhaps they were all out drawing prizes. There were only a few students playing Counter-Strike in the corner. There was a staircase at the corner of the counter. Going up the stairs, the upper floor had bedrooms, a kitchen, and a bathroom. A ceiling fan was slowly turning in the lobby of the internet cafe.

There was also a relatively young girl behind the counter. She was also very pretty, but she was slightly inferior to the owner's wife, lacking a bit of plumpness and charm. I didn't see the owner. Perhaps she was sleeping upstairs.

I sat down and realized that I didn't even know how to turn on the computer. I fiddled around for about five minutes and finally turned it on. It was Windows 98. The interface was very clean, with only a few commonly used software programs on the desktop. I sat there dumbfounded, not knowing what to do. I glanced at the screen, then at the proprietress behind the counter, aimlessly clicking this and that with the mouse.

Although I'd never been online, I'd heard other classmates talk about internet cafes—games like OICQ, Counter-Strike, and Red Alert, and the infamous porn sites. I'd always wanted to come, but I was too busy with my high school entrance exams to play, so I never got around to it until today, when my sister led me here.

I accidentally opened a lot of windows, some of which kept opening and closing, making the whole screen a mess. I glanced helplessly at the woman behind the counter (I'll call her "sister" then). Her eyes were glued to her computer screen, her fingers flying across the keyboard. She looked so beautiful! I exclaimed sincerely.

After fiddling with it for a while, I couldn't find a solution, so I went to the counter, cleared my dry throat, and said, "Boss, there's something wrong with my machine!" She slightly raised her head, then quickly looked away, blushing, and asked, "What's wrong?" I said, "I don't know, the screen is all messed up. Go take a look!" She said, "Really?" and stood up to walk towards my machine.

I followed behind her, my eyes fixed on her full, round buttocks, and my penis slowly hardened again. She came to my seat and frowned slightly (hehe, even her frown is so beautiful, my dear sister, I really want to kiss your little mouth, touch your big breasts, and then pound your ass hard with my hard cock). Her fingers flew across the mouse, and magically, all the windows on the screen closed one by one. She whispered

"Okay" and prepared to leave. I quickly said, "What's that? It's my first time using the internet, I don't know how, can you teach me?" She hesitated for a moment, then nodded and sat down in my seat, letting me watch from next to her.

She started introducing everything to me, like QQ, how to use the internet, games, focusing on QQ, and taught me for a long time. I held onto the table with one hand and the back of the chair behind her with the other, listening to her sweet breath, my eyes occasionally drifting to her chest, because she was wearing a yellow low-cut jacket, and I could clearly see a black mole on her left breast and the alluring cleavage squeezed out by her black bra.

My little brother stood proudly erect in my crotch, enduring the constriction and torment of my underwear. I could only bend over, listening to her explanation while fantasizing about the beautiful and sexy goddess before me. She noticed my dazed gaze and hurriedly said, "Typing and chatting using pinyin like this," trying to end the explanation abruptly.

How could I let such an opportunity slip by? I made excuses to ask this and that, my eyes fixed on her chest. Her face was flushed crimson, and her voice grew softer and softer. I pressed my erect penis against the outside of her arm. She flinched, hurriedly standing up while saying, "Like this, it's quite simple. With more practice, you'll master it quickly." Because my seat was in a corner, I had to lean against the wall for her to pass. With her back to me, she tried to squeeze past me. Taking advantage of this opportunity, I thrust my lower body forward. She tried to shrink back, but my large penis still brushed against her buttocks. She gave a soft hum and quickly fled to the bar, never daring to lift her head again.

Heh, how cute! She's married, yet still as shy as a young girl. That's a big reason why I like her.

I savored the memory of her firm, soft buttocks, then sat down and started browsing the internet. I first clicked on QQ, but found I didn't have a QQ number and couldn't log in, so I opened IE browser. I found a website in the address bar, Sina.com, and clicked on it casually.

Back then, internet speeds in internet cafes weren't very fast, and the machines were slow; it took me about two minutes to fully load the Sina website. That was my first time online, and the moment the website opened, I was deeply attracted by its content. I browsed from news to music, and then from music to celebrity photos. While I was engrossed in the celebrity pictures, suddenly a website window popped up from somewhere, and the pictures in that window were even more revealing—many sexy women in bikinis rushed towards me.

I quickly clicked on a picture of a topless foreign woman, and two more windows popped up. It was the first time I'd ever seen such a completely exposed picture. A foreign woman was facing away from me, her round, upturned buttocks raised, one hand between her legs, fingers spreading her pink genitals wide. I felt a warm liquid welling up in my nose.

It was the first time I'd seen a woman's private parts so clearly; my nose was bleeding, and my penis was throbbing, the precum already soaking a small patch of my shorts. I closed the first window and opened many more similar pictures, looking at them one by one, my hand gripping the mouse trembling, my throat parched.

Suddenly, the computer started uncontrollably popping up a ton of these pornographic images, which I couldn't close. I froze, unsure what to do. I glanced towards the counter and saw the proprietress watching me. When she noticed me looking in her direction, she quickly lowered her head. A moment later, she stood up and headed up the stairs, probably to the restroom.

I thought I'd wait a bit before going to find her. But the computer kept opening windows automatically, and the fan inside the case started whirring. What to do? I sat there dumbfounded, waiting. Why wasn't the proprietress coming down yet?

After waiting a while longer, I couldn't wait any longer. I went to the counter and said to the girl, "My machine is having problems again." She said "Oh," and then, "Wait a bit. I'm not too sure about it either. The proprietress will take a look when she comes down." I agreed, ordered a soda, and went back to my seat. I found that the computer had started restarting automatically. While drinking my soda, I clicked on that little thing called IE again. It seemed to be working fine. I moved the mouse to check the website I had just visited, but before I even reached the address bar, several more windows suddenly popped up, and I could hear beautiful women moaning inside. Although the machine was connected to a headset, I could still hear those intoxicating moans coming from outside.

Just as I was about to close the window, a soft voice came from beside me: "What's wrong?" I smiled awkwardly and said, "I don't know why, but a lot of these things popped up." She looked down at my screen, and for a moment I thought I saw a faint, almost imperceptible smile in the corner of her eye, or maybe it was just my imagination. Her voice was still low as she said, "It seems like it's got a virus." She then went to close the window on the screen. I chuckled awkwardly and said, "Computers can get sick too?" She glanced at me when she heard me speak, but immediately turned her head away.

For a moment I noticed a hint of embarrassment on her face. I instinctively looked down—oh no! This was incredibly embarrassing; she had seen the small patch of my crotch that was soaked with my own fluids. Although it wasn't as bulging as before, it was still quite prominent.

Then I heard her slowly say, "As long as you don't visit websites with viruses, you'll be fine." She straightened up and turned around, and I realized she had changed into a white skirt sometime during the night—a short skirt that covered her upper thighs, tightly encasing her buttocks. With each step, her thighs rubbed together.

I stared at her back, mesmerized; that moment felt like an eternity. I secretly moved my penis, which was aching from being constricted by her underwear. It was so uncomfortable; I really wanted to fuck her! I silently chanted, "I want to fuck you! I want to fuck you to death! Sister, let me fuck you properly from behind!" I stood up and walked straight to the bar, approaching my goddess step by step. If eyes could actually burn, I think she would be ashes by now.

When I was two steps away from the bar, another beautiful woman behind it looked at me. I withdrew my fiery gaze, walked towards the stairs, and returned to reality.

I quickly went upstairs and hid in the bathroom. The restroom was very clean, with two small stalls, one for men and one for women. There was also a small partition outside, which was the men's urinal. Next to the women's stall was a washing machine, and on the floor was an open bag of laundry detergent and a small bar of soap.

I stood by the urinal and pulled out my penis, which stood erect, the glans glowing red. I pulled back my foreskin to expose the glans, held my breath for a moment, and a stream of clear urine spurted from the urethra. The urine split into two streams, then merged back into one just before disappearing. I shook my still swollen penis, tucked it back into my underwear, and went to the sink next to the washing machine. I turned on the tap and washed my guilty hands.

After washing, I noticed a towel on top of the washing machine. I guessed it was for drying my hands. So I picked up the towel, dried my hands, folded it neatly, and put it back down. Suddenly, I had an urge to peek inside the washing machine. I went to the door and looked outside. Seeing that no one was coming to use the toilet, I returned to the washing machine, my heart pounding and my hands trembling uncontrollably.

Finally, I opened the washing machine. It was full of clothes, men's and women's. I rummaged through them but couldn't find underwear or bras, only a pair of white women's trousers. These must have been the ones the landlady had taken off. I picked them up and looked at them. Nothing special, except they seemed too small for an adult.

I examined the crotch area closely for a while, then put them back in the washing machine, closed the lid, and was about to leave when I suddenly had the urge to check out the women's restroom. I moved to the door, slowly pushed open the stall door, and quickly slipped inside. I discovered that the women's restroom had sit-down toilets, which was still quite rare in our area at that time.

I took off my shorts and then pulled my underwear down to my knees and calves. I sat there, but couldn't concentrate on anything else. I opened the toilet paper dispenser and, to my astonishment, found a pink pair of trousers hidden among a pile of blood-red paper. The trousers were openwork with a pink flower embroidered in the center.

Excitedly, I picked up the panties and noticed a bright red stain at the bottom. Could this not be the landlady's panties? I slowly brought my nose close to the red stain and sniffed. There was no strange smell, but it felt slightly damp and sticky to the touch.

I was extremely excited. I stood up and put the panties on my penis, rubbing them back and forth, imagining the landlady's alluring, full buttocks and snow-white thighs rubbing against each other as she walked. My hand movements became faster and faster, the sound of my hand hitting my abdomen making a "slap slap" sound. I thought I was about to die.

"Ah..." Finally, after a rapid series of strokes, streams of semen shot out, most of it landing on the panties, and some seeping through and onto the partition door. Ah! It was so amazing! I had never ejaculated so much, or so intensely before. My penis was still throbbing, again and again.

I wiped the semen residue on my glans with the clean part of my underwear, and then thoroughly wiped it clean with toilet paper. I then threw the toilet paper, which was covered in my semen, into the pile of red paper balls. As for the semen on the partition door, I didn't wipe it; it just kept flowing down from the handrail and onto the ground.

I quickly put on my clothes, stuffed my underwear into my pocket, and hurriedly ran from the toilet to the bar downstairs. When I paid the bill, I glanced at the proprietress again. She was still as sexy as ever, and her breasts were still so prominent.

I fled the internet cafe in a panic and sped home on my motorcycle...

Next time, I'll see how I conquer the proprietress. I gave her all my first times. I'll see how I ejaculate into her buttocks under the friction of her beautiful legs. Hahahaha!

(6)

After returning that day, I couldn't fall asleep for a long time. I got up and took two showers. First, the weather was too hot, and there were a lot of mosquitoes, so I couldn't sleep. Secondly, I masturbated twice more using my sister's panties.

I washed the panties very thoroughly during that time. The last time I ejaculated very little, and I was very tired afterward. I applied toothpaste to my entire penis and buttocks; it felt really cool. I don't know when I discovered this method, but I always wash with toothpaste after masturbating; it not only kills bacteria but also feels refreshing. Having finally

gotten through the night, I went early the next morning to the internet cafe that had given me such wonderful memories the previous day. I excitedly pushed open the door and went to the counter, but I didn't see the beautiful older sister; only the younger girl was cleaning behind the counter. There

weren't many people in the morning; quite a few people who had stayed up all night were still sleeping on the chairs. I asked for the same machine from yesterday and started playing. Because I didn't see the beautiful older sister, I was a little disappointed, and my enthusiasm for playing wasn't very high. Plus, I hadn't slept well the night before, so I actually fell asleep there.

I vaguely felt a pair of small hands stroking my penis, making it hard. Those hands gently caressed me, and I tried hard to see who they belonged to, but I couldn't make out anything.

Then, a swaying motion from my shoulder finally brought me back to reality. Through blurry eyes, I saw the person who had woken me—oh my god! It was the beautiful woman! I stared at her in astonishment. She smiled and said, "You've been here all night?" I hurriedly replied, "No, I just arrived this morning." She said, "Oh, I see. Could you sit over there for a while? This place needs cleaning, is that alright?" I excitedly replied, "Sure, of course!" and hurriedly stood up. But I had forgotten again—because of that dream, my penis was still hard! How could I embarrass myself in front of such a beautiful woman two days in a row?

Blushing, I moved to the other side. The beautiful woman just smiled and started cleaning. Today, the beautiful woman was wearing tight shorts, her snow-white thighs completely bare down to the groin. Her thighs were flawless, like jade carvings. She wore a white cropped t-shirt that accentuated her full and sexy breasts. My emotions, which I had barely managed to control, were stirred up again by her sexy outfit.

Soon, she finished cleaning and gently called me to sit down. She was about to go elsewhere when she noticed me sitting there blankly. She smiled and asked, "What's wrong? Nothing to do?" I awkwardly replied, "I don't have an account, I can't chat." "Oh, is that so? Then I'll give you mine, I have plenty." Of course, I was more than happy to oblige!

Soon, I logged into the account she had given me, only to find that all the users were men. Many greeted her immediately, and I had to reply to each one, saying they weren't her. I quickly changed my username and password, after all, it was a gift from a beautiful older sister, and I couldn't let someone steal it.

By the time I finished dealing with all that, almost half an hour had passed. Then another girl's avatar flashed. I casually clicked on the message bar, and the first thing she asked was, "What, no online friends? I haven't seen you type anything!" I replied, "Haven't added any yet!" The pretty girl said, "Then add some!" I said, "I'm not quite sure how yet."

The pretty girl said, "Oh, you'll learn soon."

I said, "Thank you!"

The pretty girl said, "What?"

I said, "Thank you for giving me your online ID."

The pretty girl said, "How do you know who I am?"

I said, "Only you can see if I've typed anything!"

The pretty girl said, "You're quite cunning! Hehe..."

I said, "Sister, you look really pretty today. Can I call you that from now on?" The pretty girl said, "Ugh! Wasn't I pretty yesterday?" I said, "No, you're pretty every day, but today you're especially pretty. Hehe!" The pretty girl said, "You're so smooth! Don't call me sister, I'm much older than you!" I said, "How much older? I wear size 41." The pretty girl said, "Ugh, who said shoes?"

Me: "Oh, not shoes? If we're talking about shoe size, you'd have to call me 'brother'! Hehe!" Beautiful Sister: "You're so disrespectful! I'm ignoring you!" Me: "No, sister, if you ignore me, no one will talk to me. I'm sorry, okay?" Beautiful Sister: "Fine, I'll forgive you this time since you're still young! Don't do it again!" Me: "Thank you, sister! Actually, besides being young, I'm quite big in every other way." (Sent a very lewd emoticon) Beautiful Sister: "You!!! If you joke with me like that again, I won't talk to you anymore." Me: "Sister, you've finally accepted me as your little brother? I'm so happy! Your little brother greets you here, sister! May you be blessed!" Beautiful Sister: "Get lost! Are you a man or a woman? Only women say 'Wanfu'!" Me: "Of course I'm a dignified man, upright and indomitable. Do I have to prove it to you?" Beautiful sister: "You? A man, my foot! I haven't seen you stand upright, but I have seen you stand tall, this morning... hehe!" Me: "Ah! Sister is bad, sister is bad, bullying little brother..." Beautiful sister: "See, you're still young, aren't you?" Me: "Who told you to bully me!"

Beautiful sister: "Okay, good little brother, don't cry, sister will buy you candy." Me: "Hmm, I want a lollipop." Beautiful sister: "Don't you have one? Why are you asking me for one?"

Hehe, I really didn't expect the beautiful sister to be so open online, completely different from my impression in real life. We chatted a lot and got along very well, talking about everything under the sun. It was my first time chatting online and I met someone like the beautiful sister, which was really exciting.

Before I knew it, it was almost evening, and I could only say goodbye to the beautiful sister reluctantly, promising to stay up all night. So, I rode that old motorcycle home again. Even after I got home, the fever on my face hadn't completely subsided. During dinner, my mother kept asking if I was feeling unwell, touching my forehead to check for a fever, but seeing my excited expression, she didn't think I was sick.

I quickly finished my meal and was about to leave when my homeroom teacher suddenly came to visit. I forgot to mention, our homeroom teacher lives near our house, and is supposedly a distant relative, but that's too distant to be considered significant. However, our homeroom teacher is a very responsible teacher. My successful high school entrance exam is entirely thanks to him; otherwise, how could I have passed?

Because we're neighbors, he often visits our house. I respect him a lot, so even though other students might disobey him at school, I always did. Therefore, in his eyes, I was always a well-behaved student who didn't do well academically.

I was just getting up to leave when my teacher arrived, giving me a long-winded lecture about how "even though the exams are over, don't slack off. High school courses will be even harder, and you need to cultivate a lifelong learning spirit, like the saying 'the sea of knowledge is boundless.'" Although I respect him, I sometimes find him annoying, but I have to listen to him—after all, I've always been rebellious at heart but outwardly obedient! I hate my personality traits, but I can't change them.

After listening to his rambling, I reluctantly picked up my high school textbooks to preview the material, though my mind was filled with images of the beautiful older sister.

I wasn't released until late the next afternoon, and I had to make up a lie, saying I was going to a classmate's house to study, that studying alone wouldn't create a good learning atmosphere, and that I wouldn't be coming home that night. Since I'd done this to classmates' houses many times before, my family didn't suspect anything. Of

course, I didn't go to my classmate's house; instead, I rushed to an internet cafe. As soon as I entered, I realized something was off! The beautiful older sister at the counter kept her head down. I paid ten yuan to stay up all night, but the pretty lady didn't look up, just gave a slight reply and didn't say a word.

I went to the machine and opened QQ, only to find that her avatar was also offline. I left her a message:

"What's wrong? Are you angry with me? Something came up yesterday, I couldn't come, sorry!" Still, her avatar didn't light up or she replied. I sent many similar messages, but still no reply. What was going on?

I racked my brains but couldn't figure it out. I could only try other things, but besides chatting, I really didn't know what to do. Because the atmosphere was a bit off today, time seemed to pass very slowly, it was unbearable. I drank four bottles of beverages and went to the bathroom three times, but the time was still stuck at 10:30. Ugh, it was so hard to endure!

Just as I was feeling utterly bored, a man and a woman walked in. The man was rather plain-looking, dark-skinned and short, while the woman was quite attractive and tall, even a head taller than the man. She wore a miniskirt with black stockings on her sexy thighs, just above the knee. The area between her knees and the miniskirt was accentuated by her fair, white thighs, making her appear even more alluring and sensual.

Her top was also well-fitting. Although her face couldn't compare to that of a beautiful woman, she possessed an indescribable charm, a sexiness tinged with a certain worldliness. To put it bluntly, she gave men the feeling that they wanted to ride her the moment they saw her. Standing next to

that man, it was like seeing a beautiful flower stuck in cow dung. They went straight to the seat opposite me and sat down. The man immediately started playing games, while the woman ate snacks and occasionally typed on her computer—what a waste! To leave such a beauty aside while he's playing some awful game—I couldn't help but feel sorry for her.

But what could I do, feel sorry? I opened IE, hoping to find that website I'd visited before, but unfortunately, I couldn't. However, I unexpectedly stumbled upon another website called "Moon Palace," which mainly featured pictures of beautiful women, many of them secretly filmed—accidental exposure on buses, on the street, under overpasses—all sorts of scenes, including hidden cameras in restrooms. It made me incredibly aroused and restless.

I don't know when it started, but whenever I get aroused, I feel an urge to go to the bathroom. I wonder if it's related to frequent masturbation? I guess I need to control myself. I stood up and headed upstairs to the restroom. As I passed the beautiful woman, I glanced at her unintentionally and was immediately drawn to her large, full breasts.

From my angle, I could see the entire view of her chest: her lace-embroidered bra created a deep cleavage between her breasts. I wondered what it would feel like to rub my penis against such a cleavage? It must feel amazing! Ah! Just thinking about it made me want to ejaculate.

I stood there for five seconds, and only when I noticed the beautiful woman looking up at me did I reluctantly look away. I ran to a stall in the restroom, pulled out my rock-hard penis, and touched the bulging veins on it. I really wanted it now! I'd use that beautiful woman's breasts to give her a good time, it would be so satisfying! As I thought this, my hand started stroking faster and faster.

Just then, there was a knock on the door. Although the restroom was unisex, for safety reasons, the internet cafe required you to lock the outermost door before using the restroom. I quickly pulled up my pants and rushed out. When I opened the door, it was the same sexy woman from before.

For a moment, we stared at each other. The allure in her eyes made me instinctively want to run away, and my face flushed instantly—it remained red because of what I'd just done! It turned even redder then; apparently, my skills weren't up to par! In the instant my eyes left hers, I could see a hint of a smile in them. That's when I truly believed that human eyes could smile.

I squeezed out the door, sideways, and only came to my senses when I heard it close behind me. I was so excited that my legs were shaking as I went down the stairs. Ugh, how useless am I? All I got was a glance from a beautiful woman!

I returned to my seat, completely losing my interest in surfing the internet. My mind was completely occupied by the beautiful woman's gaze, which seemed to say, "Come on! I know what you just did. Come on! Let's get serious!" And that gaze also seemed to mock my cowardice.

Lost in thought, the woman returned. She glanced at me and sat back down. Then, the two people on my side stood up and left, leaving me alone on this side, with only the couple on the opposite side. I pulled the chair closer and put

my feet up, allowing me to comfortably recline. However, to fully lie down, I had to turn to my side, which, while allowing me to lie completely flat, required curling up like a lobster. It would be fine for sleeping, but cumbersome for surfing the internet. I

played in this position for a while, then got tired and wanted to sleep—after all, I still had a long night ahead! Sleeping wouldn't be a waste, but once I lay down, I realized it wasn't a waste of time at all, and I was wide awake.

(7)

So, I slowly slid down from my seat, wanting to take a nap and refresh myself. I curled up between the two seats, looking for the most comfortable position. To be honest, nothing was as comfortable as lying in bed.

But suddenly, I was drawn to the scene not far in front of me. A pair of exquisitely sculpted legs were vividly displayed before me. My God! This was clearly incomparable to those pictures online. It was right in front of me. You could see the faint light reflected from the black stockings, you could see the thighs exposed under the skirt and the mysterious allure of the skirt's hem. All of this was brought to me by the sexy beauty opposite me.

Instantly, I perked up again. I found a suitable angle, avoiding the power cord blocking my view. Now I could see even more clearly. However, because of the lighting, I couldn't see even the fine hairs on the opposite legs. But even so, I was very satisfied. In fact, the dim lighting and the elusive feeling gave me an even greater impact!

I greedily admired the beautiful scene before me, my penis hard as iron. Occasionally, the beautiful woman opposite me would shift slightly, allowing me a glimpse between her slightly parted thighs into that mysterious area. Sure enough, she was wearing black underwear. But the good time was short-lived; in an instant, her beautiful legs closed. I could only wait for the next opportunity while kneading my swollen penis through her pants.

The beautiful woman opposite me had no idea that a pair of eyes were intently lusting after her, eyes that had roamed over her snow-white thighs a thousand times, slowly creeping down her thighs and under her skirt, like X-rays piercing through her last line of defense.

Just as I was lost in my reverie, the beautiful woman opposite me suddenly stood up. Her action startled me greatly. I quickly closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep, my heart pounding in my throat. I figured if I opened my mouth, my heart would leap out.

Just then, I heard the man across from me ask, "What's wrong?" The beautiful woman replied, "Nothing. I'm going to buy some drinks." Then I heard the sound of high heels clicking on the ground. My heart finally settled, but I still didn't dare open my eyes, continuing to pretend to be asleep and turning over.

A moment later, I heard footsteps approaching and then stopping, followed by the sound of a can being opened. Then I heard the woman say, "I'm so thirsty. Aren't you going to drink?" The man gave a vague reply and didn't say anything more.

After a while, I turned over again, my eyes glancing across from me. There were still those sexy legs, but now my arousal was mixed with a thrill. I looked at those feet; each toe was painted with red nail polish, white and translucent. I wondered what it would feel like to put them in my mouth one by one, and how long I could last if she used those beautiful feet to grip my penis.

Oh God! I can't think about it anymore, I can't take it anymore. I quietly unzipped my pants and laboriously pulled my penis out of my underwear. I gently held it in my hand, feeling its slight throbbing. Then I took a deep breath; the slightly cold air surprisingly gave me a pleasant coolness.

I smeared some of my precum on the glans with my index finger, spreading it evenly over the entire glans and coronal sulcus. My finger slowly made circles on the entire penis, gently pushing it to the right and then to the left. I did this for two minutes, until my penis felt completely covered in my precum, before holding it back in my hand.

I slowly began to stroke it, my eyes fixed on the beautiful woman's thighs. I dared not stroke it too quickly, lest I make a sound and be discovered. I closed my eyes, enjoying the waves of pleasure emanating from my lower body. My breathing became increasingly short and rapid, and I opened my eyes only a tiny slit.

Ah! Why is there a shadow moving in front of me? I suddenly opened my eyes, abruptly stopping all my movements, including my breathing. A pair of alluring eyes were staring at me intently, unblinking. I was completely stunned, my mind blank, my hand still clutching my penis, frozen in place. The person opposite me was equally motionless.

We stared at each other for about half a minute, but it felt like an eternity. Her eyelashes fluttered slightly, then her lips, then her arms and hands. Then I heard her say, "Hey, it fell right here, how did it get gone?" She groped for it on the ground, but her eyes remained fixed on me, first on my face, then slowly moving down until they stopped in my hand holding my penis. Even then, I couldn't move; a cold sweat broke out all over my body.

She looked at me for a while, then muttered to herself, "So this is where it is." She straightened up and sat back down. Then I heard her say to the man, "When are we going back?" The man replied, "Let's play a little longer." The woman then said, "Let's go back now!" The man answered, "Right away." The woman then said, "I'm going to the restroom!" She stood up but didn't move. After standing there for a while, the man said, "Go on, we'll leave when you come back." Then I saw the woman move the chair and leave.

I was so frightened that I only just regained my senses. I quickly stuffed my now-soft penis back into my pants, hurriedly sat up, calmed myself down for a moment, and then stood up and walked towards the door.

Once outside, the slightly chilly air instantly sobered me up. I lit a cigarette and started smoking. The streets were nearly deserted, with only the occasional car whizzing by. The town had few streetlights, and the distance was shrouded in darkness, with only the occasional star visible. The flickering lights and the twinkling starlight blended together, blurring the lines between reality and fantasy.

I stubbed out my cigarette and went into the internet cafe. The couple I'd seen earlier at the counter were already paying their bill. As I walked past them, the man gave me a deep look. I quickly looked away and rushed to my seat. I heard the door close; they were gone.

I remained seated, my mind still racing. Suddenly, a "beep beep" sounded. Someone had messaged me on QQ. I clicked on the flashing avatar and started chatting.

Beautiful lady: "When did you arrive?"

Me: "How come you didn't know? I've been here for ages."

Beautiful lady: "Oh, really?"

Me: "What's wrong with you today? You seem troubled. Are you angry because I didn't come yesterday?" Beautiful lady: "Stop being so vain! Don't ask about adult matters." Me: "Sis, tell me!" Beautiful lady: "It's nothing, never mind."

Me: "Did you have a fight with your husband?"

Beautiful lady: "Get lost! Who's your husband?"

Me: "It's the boss! I never see him when I come. Did you two fight again?" Beautiful lady: "Yeah." Me: "Why?"

Beautiful older sister: "You don't understand."

Me: "Of course I don't understand if you don't tell me. Tell me, it'll make you feel much better." Beautiful older sister: "Sigh, your useless brother-in-law, he doesn't care about the shop at all, he only thinks about gambling all day, and he's messing around outside. Yesterday I just said a few words to him, and he threw things and hit me." Me: "He hit you?" Beautiful older sister: "No, he didn't, but he hit me before."

Me: "Before? Why?"

Beautiful older sister: "Never mind, he's just a kid, he wouldn't understand."

Me: "Tell me! Don't you treat me like a little brother anymore?"

Beautiful older sister: "It's because he always comes home drunk and bullies me, and when I don't give in, he hits me." Me: "Sister, you're so pitiful." "Next time he bullies you, tell me, and I'll teach him a lesson." The pretty lady chuckled, "Forget it, you think you can teach others a lesson? Be careful he doesn't end up teaching you one." I said, "Ah, you dare underestimate me? I'll pinch an ant for you to try, pinching an ant is as easy as pinching a person." The pretty lady said, "You're just good at talking!"

I asked, "Sister, are you feeling better?"

The pretty lady replied, "Much better."

And so, the pretty lady and I chatted on and off, and before we knew it, it was almost 3 a.m. Finally, the pretty lady said, "I'm sleepy, I'm going to go to sleep now." I said coquettishly, "I want to go too!" The pretty lady sent me a very fierce emoji.

I added, "But, sister, I'm really hungry."

The pretty lady said, "How about I cook you ramen?" Of course, I was more than happy to agree, and the pretty lady said, "Then come upstairs in a bit! I'll wait for you in the kitchen." With that, the pretty lady stood up and went upstairs, and I immediately stood up and followed her.

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