I met Sister Ye when I was learning to drive.

Feeling bored at home after graduating high school, I learned to drive. I learned to drive a small car, and the course, including the two-day exam, took exactly two months, just in time for university registration. There were
about 20 students in my driving class; I was the youngest, and the oldest seemed to be over 40. Three girls caught my eye: one was a student at Changchun Normal University, and I didn't know what the other two did, so I didn't dare ask. A month passed like that. At that time, online games were just becoming popular, around the time of Legend of Mir's rise to fame. We chatted about Legend of Mir, and to my surprise, one of the girls was also playing it. This gave me a chance to get closer to her, and I secretly made a decision. I asked, "Sister Ye, what level are you?" It wasn't until later that I learned this girl was 27 years old and worked in the government propaganda department. Sister Ye replied, "Level 27 Taoist, already equipped with Silver Snake (a game item)." She seemed to be implying, "You think you can be better than me?" Looking at me with that expression, I smiled and said, "Sister Ye, you're amazing! You even got the Silver Snake! Which server are you on? Let me join you!" Sister Ye replied, "Server 7, Haoyue. What about you?" I was overjoyed to hear that, because I was also on that server. I said, "Server 7, Haoyue. My ID is Kading." At this point, Sister Ye stared at me with a look of surprise, anger, and helplessness. I immediately realized that the infamous Kading in the game was going to be in trouble today, and I secretly regretted telling her my main account's name.
At this moment, Sister Ye grabbed my arm and said fiercely, "If I remember correctly, last night in Pig 7, the White Pig dropped a Dog Book, and you—snatched it, right?" She drew out the "you" and stared at me with bloodshot eyes. I thought to myself, "Oh no!" Yesterday, a female Taoist with the ID "Butterfly" dropped a White Pig and I snatched a book from her. I didn't expect it to be her. Thinking of this, I could only resign myself to it.
Still unwilling to give up, I asked, "Sister Ye, what's your ID?" Sister Ye replied, "Butterfly, don't tell me you don't know me, I'd recognize you even if you turned into a ghost." Back then, a copy of that book was practically priceless, which shows how precious it was.
Sister Ye continued, "Come with me to the internet cafe after class!" She acted like she wasn't afraid I'd run away. But as the saying goes, you can't walk by the river without getting your shoes wet. At that moment, I remembered a saying someone once said: "Just accept your bad luck." Class ended promptly at 5 o'clock, and I sheepishly followed Sister Ye into a nearby internet cafe. Looking at Sister Ye, who was yelling at the owner for two computers, I felt completely drained.
After trading the dog book with her, I logged off without lingering. I looked at her sullenly. At that moment, Sister Ye probably noticed my low spirits and said to me, "Let me treat you to dinner tonight. What do you want to eat?" Hmph, my conscience finally kicked in. There are no rules in the game anyway; if I get a gun, it's mine, and if you don't, you can't complain. I yelled, "I want to go to Haitan for seafood!" I immediately regretted it. A meal would cost at least 1000 yuan. If she got angry, I'd lose everything. Just as I was about to continue, Sister Ye said, "Since you're so honest, I'll take you out for a meal." At the dinner table that night, we chatted idly, mostly about Legend of Mir, and mostly about the bad things I'd done in the game—bad deeds enough to incur the wrath of both humans and ghosts. Then Sister Ye said something that made me a little embarrassed: " "You look exactly like a pretty boy. I never expected this! I never expected our infamous, notorious villain to look like this. You truly are a wolf in sheep's clothing!" I didn't respond to her. I sat there, picked up a beer can, and started chugging it down. In the meantime, I glanced at Sister Ye. Her expression was strange—a mixture of hatred, dislike, and even a hint of pity. Could she have fallen for me? I thought to myself with a jolt of fear. By this time, we'd both drunk quite a bit. Sister Ye's face was flushed, and she slurred, "It's 11 o'clock, let's go home. We have class tomorrow." I didn't have much to say, so I just agreed. As soon as we stepped out of the hotel, Sister Ye tripped and fell to the ground, revealing her black underwear with white trim. I almost burst out laughing, but I still had some manners, so I went over to help her up and pulled her skirt down, saying, "Why did you have to be so stubborn after drinking? Now look what happened, your skirt's too low, hahaha." I immediately realized I'd misspoke; I can't control my tongue once I've had a drink. I continued, "Sister Ye, does it hurt? Should I carry you home?" Looking at Sister Ye's face, her expression changed from "Are you going to die?" to "At least you have some conscience." Carrying Sister Ye down the street, I realized it had been so many years since I'd carried anyone. Heh, I couldn't remember. How boring! Why think about these things? A self-deprecating thought crossed my mind. Suddenly, Sister Ye blurted out something that made me shudder, almost tripping and falling flat on my face: "I need to pee, quick, quick, into that alley!" Instantly, I felt a surge of heat rushing to my groin, my penis hardening in my pants. It was so fast, almost an instant, I felt the urge to ejaculate. I walked into the alley, put Sister Ye down, and turned my back to her, trying to be a gentleman. Because it was night, only the faint light from the streetlights illuminated our area. I was only about 3 meters away from her, and a truly filthy thought popped into my head: I kept my head facing the road without moving, while my eyes were 180 degrees away. I turned to spy on her every move. When I saw her belt unbuckled and her pants pulled down to her knees along with her underwear, I saw a dark forest. My god, so much hair! My penis was already severely engorged. I could clearly hear the zipper being pushed open. Squatting there, the stream of urine splashing between Ye Jie's legs onto the floor tiles was spraying water onto my shoes. Seeing this, my penis started to throb. I knew this was the prelude to ejaculation. I saw Ye Jie casually take out some toilet paper from her purse, fold it neatly, and insert it between her legs, directly wiping down. Not the kind of wiping forward as I expected, but starting from her genitals and going down to her anus. (Until later, I saw...) I only learned from peeping into the toilet that a woman's urine flows from her perineum to her anus (one, two, three times). After checking, she casually threw away the toilet paper and stood up. First, she pulled up her underwear, and here I saw it again—the bulging mons pubis under the underwear. Then she put on her pants and fastened her belt. Seeing this, my eyes started to hurt. With each heartbeat, the blood vessels in my eyes throbbed with pain. Sister Ye patted my shoulder, signaling me to squat down so she could carry me on her back. Carrying Sister Ye on my back, I unknowingly arrived at her residence, a small villa. Putting her down, I was somewhat hoping something would happen tonight. Sister Ye, rummaging through her purse, mumbled, " "Where are the keys? Where are the keys?" I wondered. "Could they be lost?" I said. "Let me look for them." I took the purse and rummaged through it but couldn't find them. However, I did see a work ID: Ye Lian, Organization and Publicity Department of the Municipal Party Committee. I pretended not to see it and put it back in the purse, continuing to look for the keys. Finally, I couldn't find them. I said, "No, is no one home?" She said, "My husband is away on a business trip. I live alone in this house." I said, "Don't you have a spare key hidden?" She said, "No, I was in a rush when I left this morning and probably forgot to bring it." I said, "What should I do? Should I take you to a nearby hotel?"
She said, "Take me to the Northeast Asia Hotel across the street." Once again, I was a laborer. Arriving at the hotel, I handed my ID to the receptionist and asked for a standard room, saying, "My sister is drunk. Take her upstairs and I'll go home." The receptionist, seeing my delicate appearance, didn't ask any questions and handed me the room key. It was room 503. Coming out of the elevator, I saw room 503 on the left. I took out the key, opened the door, put on the rest sign, and closed the door. I went to the bed and put Sister Ye on it. On the way to the hotel, I had already decided to stay here tonight. I thought mischievously, "Even if you sue me, I'm not afraid." My delicate face and under-20 age made me look like a good kid; strangers would think I was only 15 or 16. I went to the window, opened it, lit a cigarette, and waited for my prey to fall asleep. One cigarette, two... I smoked a cigarette. Thirty minutes passed. Listening to the even breathing coming from Sister Ye's nose, it was about time to begin. During this time, my gaze swept over every corner of Sister Ye. The psychological stimulation made my heart pound. I slowly approached the bed and slipped my hand directly under Sister Ye's skirt, gently stroking her through her panties. When I touched her vaginal opening, it was a little wet. By this point, my penis was almost bursting. I suppressed my urge and buried my head under her skirt, taking a deep breath. The scent was a mixture of musky and sweet! The most wonderful smell in the world, I thought sincerely. I gently licked her panties with my tongue, afraid of waking her up. I didn't dare make any big movements. I stood up and pulled down my pants. My penis was so tight that you could see my testicles through her panties. This time, I climbed onto the bed and gently pulled down her black panties with white trim. What came into view was a triangle of thick, dark pubic hair. It was the first time I had ever seen such dense pubic hair. I couldn't see the internal structure, only a thick layer of dark forest. I gently lifted her legs, spreading her vulva as wide as possible. The dark pubic hair extended to her anus. Even men don't have this much hair. Seeing her anus, which looked like a chrysanthemum, I couldn't help but bring my nose close. There was only a faint, musky smell. I swallowed hard, then pressed my lips to hers, greedily licking her vulva. My nose was pressed against her vaginal opening, a pungent, pungent smell assaulting my nostrils. At that moment, my latent wildness was completely unleashed. Just then, Sister Ye suddenly sat up, followed by a slap across my face. I froze, and whether it was instinct or not, my anger flared up instantly. Then Sister Ye lay back down, closing her eyes. If I couldn't understand what she meant, I'd be an idiot. It was obvious she had given in. Holding my penis, I whispered "I'm sorry" in Sister Ye's ear. He thrust straight in. The bucket went into Sister Ye's vagina. It was so hot, like boiling water inside, it almost burned my glans. Sister Ye's legs clamped tightly around mine, coiling around my lower body like a snake. Since Sister Ye started urinating, my over-engorged penis couldn't withstand the stimulation any longer and ejaculated. A lot of it. My mind went blank. I just kept going like that for a few minutes until my penis softened. I pulled it out, with a spurt of Sister Ye's vaginal discharge, which also wet my pubic hair. I quickly put on my clothes and left the room. I never saw Sister Ye again after that…

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