Renwu Chronicle

That morning, Xiao Tang made a phone call back to China to Xiao Xiao. He knew that any earlier and she might be busy; it was
almost bedtime back home. There was still time for a casual chat before sleep, so Xiao Tang thought the timing was perfect. Therefore, when the call connected but
no , he was somewhat surprised. Perhaps Xiao Xiao was taking a shower, he thought.

He imagined water droplets flowing over Xiao Xiao's body, over her navel, over her lower abdomen, over her lush, green breasts… he couldn't help but feel a little intoxicated.

He recalled the night they parted, holding Xiao Xiao in his arms, her soft hair by her neck, and the sheer bra straps faintly visible beneath her sundress straps
, extending into her top and connecting to that suddenly bulging area. The strap clung tightly to his skin,
and his hand couldn't help but want to extend it downwards, or to brush it past his collarbone, down his shoulder, his fingers pinching the cold, hard material, his palm
gliding over the soft skin, down his upper arm, down…

Xiao Tang's imagination usually stopped there; he hadn't seen Xiao Xiao's breasts yet. They must be quite full. He

had never understood why the Tang people considered plumpness beautiful. Was it just because that old lecher Li Longji had taken a fancy to his plump daughter-in-law?
But ever since he touched Xiao Xiao's arm, he understood—

Xiao Xiao looked very upright, with her arched eyebrows, her pouting lips when she was slightly angry, and the way she glared at him; he only felt she was somewhat dashing,
in a word, pretty. If she wore men's clothing, she would be handsome. So when he discovered how incredibly soft and supple the arms of this woman dressed as a man were, his fingers sinking
into them, able to faintly feel the elasticity of her skin, he was captivated, willingly sinking into that rich, fertile land.

After that, he saw several more beautiful women: the woman in the white dress swaying in the sunset on his way back from the bookstore;
the full white legs beneath her denim skirt; the rounded shoulders; the jade-like earlobes flushed slightly from the cocktail…

But none of them could compare to his Xiaoxiao, the woman who looked handsome and dashing, yet felt so full and smooth, so soft and boneless when he held her…

Xiao Tang smiled and shook his head, dialing Xiaoxiao's number again. But she still didn't answer. Was she preparing for her visa interview and had
her phone on silent? Perhaps. Xiao Tang felt a surge of anger towards those terrorists—visas were even more difficult after 9/11, and his Xiaoxiao's
offer wasn't good enough; she had already been rejected once. Xiao Xiao was originally going to fly over and throw herself into his arms, but now
some unexpected complications have arisen. Hmph…

Xiao Xiao was introduced to him by his uncle, who was a colleague of Xiao Xiao's parents. Xiao Tang was somewhat
dismissive , but after meeting Xiao Xiao

, he accepted it. Having seen so many relationships come and go in university, Xiao Tang had become somewhat disillusioned with the idea. Adding to this, during his senior year, he went out with a girl, and
when they were about to leave, a guy in a Mercedes picked her up—because he had a date that evening. So Xiao Tang walked
home . From then on, he became increasingly disheartened.

After meeting Xiao Xiao, he thought: perhaps marrying a wife in the traditional way isn't so bad. The pre-marital romance might be lacking, but there's
a lifetime to make up for it. He can just cherish his wife well in the future. Holding hands, growing old together. Such pure happiness was conceived thousands of years ago; the steadfastness and tranquility in this belief are no less than any romance of

today . While Xiaoxiao was away on her graduation internship, she stayed at school. Her internship report wasn't a problem; her father would handle it—because there were many things , so she didn't want to be distracted by those. With five days left in her internship, her mother called, saying she'd take her out for a break. Mrs. Lu, an acquaintance of hers , owned a villa in Binzhou and invited Xiaoxiao and her mother to visit. Since everything was mostly settled, Xiaoxiao was happy to relax and went. She just didn't know if Xiao Tang would call her—Xiao Tang usually called her apartment because cell phone calls were expensive. Xiaoxiao had been at Mrs. Lu's villa for three days. Mrs. Lu was very hospitable, taking Xiaoxiao out to eat and to the beach. Actually, the villa had a swimming pool, but Xiaoxiao preferred the sea. —Xiaoxiao loved swimming; she was confident in her skills and her figure in the pool. Xiao Xiao was swimming on her back in the pool, while Mrs. Lu and her mother chatted idly on chairs by the poolside—oh, and there was also A-Jian, Mayor Lu's son, Luo. He had just returned from Guangzhou at noon, on a long vacation; he's a police officer, after all. Quite a few people had fallen for Xiao Xiao—classmates, children of her parents' colleagues, and A-Jian was one of them, wasn't he? It was so peaceful, Xiao Xiao thought leisurely, gazing at the starry sky as she drifted in the pool—"I wonder what Xiao Tang is doing now, in class? Did he get up at 9 o'clock? That guy must still be fast asleep, haha!" Suddenly, there was a splash—someone jumped into the pool. It must be A-Jian, that muscle-bound guy, always so loud! —Xiao Xiao continued, tilting her head back. Ah Jian swam to her side, brushing his wet hair back: "Hey, wanna have a race?" Xiao Xiao raised an eyebrow: "Who's afraid of who?" "Here we go, you go first, 500 meters." "Hmph, only ten laps, please." Xiao Xiao twisted her body and swam forward. Ah Jian quickly darted out to follow. The two mothers above watched with great interest. Ah Jian followed leisurely from the side, casually glancing at the energetic body beside him, the firm buttocks that occasionally surfaced, the curve of her back, waist, and hips resembling a sine wave rising and falling in the water, the long and powerful legs kicking, the half-curve of her chest that only surfaced when she breathed… Ah Jian couldn't help but swallow hard. This was much better than those timid older women. He began to imagine that curve undulating beneath his own body… In the bathroom next to the pool. A damp black swimsuit lay under the small lamp on the vanity. Xiao Xiao lay in the foamy bathtub, gently rubbing her left ankle. She'd actually twisted her ankle! It was infuriating; otherwise, she wouldn't lost to that guy, A-Jian. But he was alright; he massaged it for a while, and it felt much better. No wonder he claims to have trained as a member of the armed police, huh? Xiao Xiao thought to herself. Wrapped in a towel, she returned to her room and was about to go to bed when there was a knock at the door. It must be A-Jian. What's going on? She muttered as she opened the door. Sure enough, it was him, wearing only a towel around his waist, revealing his muscular upper body. "Is your foot alright?" "It's fine, thanks a lot. We can compete again tomorrow."

Xiao Xiao looked up. She noticed he hadn't spoken since asking that question, only staring intently at her. Feeling a little embarrassed, she lowered her head to avoid his
gaze, her eyes sweeping over his broad shoulders, his full chest, the bulging muscles of his abdomen… She quickly turned her head away, giving a low
dismissal :

"I'm going to sleep, goodnight,"

and turned to close the door.

A-Jian had already slipped in quietly and pounced on Xiao Xiao. Startled, Xiao Xiao struggled.

"Hey, are you done? I'm going to tell Aunt Zheng,"

she scolded, but didn't raise her voice. Firstly, Madam Lu and her mother were on good terms, and a scene would be embarrassing; secondly, for some reason, touching
A-Jian 's body and being overwhelmed by his strong masculine scent made her feel weak and flustered, her outstretched arms going limp.

She struggled a few times, turning around, but had already managed to pull off her towel. Just as she was about to step out, A-Jian grabbed her tightly from behind. Ah Jian
wrapped one arm around her chest, sandwiched her long legs between his own, and brazenly fondled the still-wet petals between her legs with the other.

Looking at the trembling body in his arms, his eyes blazed with fire. He suddenly turned her around, pulled her hands over her head, and held her behind
his back. He lifted her snow-white, full thighs, spread them apart, lowered himself slightly, and gently laid her down…

Just then, there was a knock at the door. It was her mother outside:

“Xiaoxiao, is your foot feeling better?”

She pulled away from Ajian, picked up a towel to cover her chest, and replied,

“It’s better. I’m asleep.”

“Do you want me to put some more medicine on?”

“No, I’m a little tired. I just want to sleep.”

“Okay, sleep well. Goodnight.”

She turned to glare at Ajian, but seeing that he was still naked, she quickly turned her head away again:

“I’ve seen it all, I’ve touched it all, why aren’t you leaving?”

He hugged her from behind again, his hot, hard erection pressing against her buttocks, and whispered in her ear:

“You want it too, don’t you? You’re so wet… Come on, I’ll give you something even better than before.”

He then turned her around…

...

Far away, Xiao Tang sat in front of the screen, typing yet another letter to Xiao Xiao.

"I will build a home for me and for you. I have said the following words a thousand
times in my dreams, and I said them to you too. Now I will say them again. I want you to know
that I'm serious.

To meet or part, to live or die, we have oaths for you, and I

give you my hand, I will hold it, live together till old age,"

he wrote.

Xiao Tang smiled, recalling those playful, gentle, and teasing words—those emails were all
from Xiao Xiao. In those early days away from his homeland, amidst the cold winds and rain, separated by the vast ocean, Xiao Xiao's letters were his only
way .

What a considerate girl, he thought, "If I marry you in the future, I will definitely cherish you"—those were the words he
had once said to her. He should strive towards that goal. Xiao Xiao should be up by now. The procedures for going abroad are so complicated; she's been
busy with that lately…

At this moment, she's soundly asleep…

Xiao Xiao slowly wakes up and finds herself in A Jian's arms, her legs tightly wrapped around one of his, his lower body warm against hers.
Did she sleep like this last night? Xiao Xiao blushes instantly. Seeing the white bath towel scattered on the floor, she suddenly remembers that
this man has forcibly taken her virginity, and immediately thinks of Xiao Tang, her brows furrowing deeply. Sigh, Xiao Tang, Xiao Tang…
Looking up , she meets A Jian's grinning gaze, and a surge of anger rises within her.

"Pah!"

she spits, pushes him away, and turns away, leaning to the side.

Ah Jian, his face already gleaming with lust, sidled up to her.

"Want to compete again? How about we compete in bed?"

"Ahhhhhh!"

she cried out in surprise, only to be flipped over by Ah Jian, who was now embracing her from below.

"You pervert, let me go... I'm not ready yet... Ahhhhhhh, it hurts!"

She pounded her fists on his shoulder...

...

Xiao Tang... Xiao Tang... Hmm... Xiao Tang...

...

Xiao Xiao was about to go back to school, and Madam Lu was very reluctant to let her go, so she asked Ah Jian to drive her home. Xiao Xiao wanted to refuse, but her mother stopped her.
She had no choice but to go with Ah Jian. Her mother went straight home.

In front of Madam Lu, although Xiao Xiao and Ah Jian were cold to each other, how could the little girl's lustful expression escape Madam Lu's notice? Knowing her son
was happy, Madam Lu was also pleased. She planned to get Xiaoxiao's uncle's transfer sorted out.

Qingxie thought

that returning to school would free her from Ajian's harassment, but little did she know that the nightmare had only just begun.

Because she needed to concentrate on preparing for her exams to study abroad, Xiaoxiao had moved out last semester, and her roommate had rented out her dorm room to someone
else . By the time Xiaoxiao was almost done with her studies, graduation was approaching, so moving out didn't make much difference. Besides, the girl currently living there really
wanted the place, so Xiaoxiao didn't bother and continued living in the apartment.

She lived in a downstairs room, and upstairs lived a couple from her school. They were probably a couple, judging by how
affectionate . However, they moved out a few days after Xiaoxiao returned, which was a bit sudden. When Xiaoxiao asked them, they only said they had found a better
place elsewhere. A better place?

This apartment was already cheap enough; it was clearly an excuse. But since they didn't want to talk about it, she didn't ask further. But when the new tenant appeared before her that night
, she immediately understood—it was Ah Jian. Xiao Xiao slammed the door and stormed into her room.

But what could she do? She couldn't bear to kick out the girl in the dorm, and besides, the rent for this month had already been paid; it
was only the beginning of the month, and even if she wanted to kick her out, she'd have to wait until next month. Looking for another place? Where could she find one in such a rush? She'd just have to endure these twenty-odd days.
Xiao Xiao made her decision silently.

But Ah Jian wasn't behaving himself that night. He found some excuse to knock on her door and then pounced on her on the bed.

The strong body pressing down on her, his hands roaming freely, left her powerless to push him away. Remembering the times she had writhed and
yielded beneath him, she couldn't bring herself to scream. She closed her eyes, clung to his shoulders, and let him do as he pleased…

As we've mentioned, Xiaoxiao is a diligent girl. While the girls around her were busy with romantic evenings and sweet nothings, she always found time to
study at the library. Now, although Ajian is always clinging to her, she doesn't neglect her studies. She doesn't go to the library every day, but she goes
two or three times a week.

Ajian, however, insists on coming along too. This little tagalong, Xiaoxiao sighed, so clingy. Every night he's like a twisted taffy,
clinging to her endlessly.

Xiaoxiao is reluctant to part with Xiaotang, often hesitant and troubled, unsure how to resolve the situation, and thus she's often rude to Ajian. But she was still a
young girl in the throes of first love, and in the heat of the moment, she was caught up in the advances of a tall, handsome older brother who was groveling around her, and she couldn't resist. He
really had energy, often leaving her breathless.

Xiao Xiao pursed her lips, her face flushed, and her legs involuntarily clenched together.

Today she was wearing a sleeveless light blue top, paired with a white floral print knee-length skirt, and a pair of transparent flat sandals—at 167cm,
she almost never wore heels, so it was enough for her. She was full of confidence.

A-Jian, wearing only a t-shirt and shorts, followed closely behind, trying to hold Xiao Xiao's hand, but she shook him off
and kept going. The south wind blew, and under the swaying light blue top, her round, plump figure swayed playfully. A-Jian's throat tightened, and
he quickly took two steps forward.

On the way, Xiaoxiao ran into a classmate she knew. She greeted her with a bright smile, and Ajian also came up behind her, waved, and grinned.

"Wow, what a handsome guy! Is he your boyfriend?"

"No, it's just Uncle Shi's son who came over to visit. I was just saying hello to him." Xiaoxiao explained, taking a quick, sharp look at him.

"You don't have to say hello to him every day, haha."

"Go to hell."

The girl giggled and walked away. It wasn't unusual for her seniors and juniors to follow Xiaoxiao around. This Uncle Shi's son was a new face,
but so sunny, tall and handsome, with a full bottom under his t-shirt. He was quite a sight.

...

Xiaoxiao sat at the large table in the study room, writing furiously. Ajian leaned to the side, his head resting on his arm, using a movie book to cover half his face,
occasionally glancing at Xiaoxiao beside him.

Her light blue top had an open shoulder, fastened with small buttons in the front and back, with a
flower-like knot tied in the middle of the row of buttons. Her exposed arms resembled a lotus root. Long hair was gathered behind her ears, her soft, delicate sideburns making her cheeks appear even more radiant. His gaze
drifted downwards; beneath her skirt, her legs were crossed, her left foot, free of a sandal, resting on the instep of her right, her big toe rubbing against it—she was probably thinking about
something —he noticed her toenails were unpainted, her soft soles, pink insteps, clean and smooth, her rounded ankles
connecting to a gracefully bulging line, full and taut. He imagined holding those beautiful feet,
caressing them , cherishing them…

Xiao Xiao was frowning in thought when A Jian suddenly leaned in, his eyes sparkling, and whispered,

“Come out for a moment.”

Without waiting for her response, he grabbed her arm and yanked her outside. Xiao Xiao cried out, “My shoes—”

but he had already dragged her out.

A boy accidentally knocked over one of the older boys' books. The bespectacled boy looked up and said,

"What's going on..."

He was about to glare at the clumsy boy when he caught a whiff of a faint, feminine scent on the passing breeze. He quickly turned towards the door, only managing
to catch a glimpse slender, light blue figure disappearing out the door.

Ignoring Xiaoxiao's annoyance, Ah Jian dragged her straight into the bookstore. Rows and rows of bookshelves reached the ceiling, the old books
rarely consulted. The lights in the bookstore were off, creating a dim atmosphere. The sunlight filtering through the windows only reached the edge of this dark forest.

Deep within the bookshelves, Ah Jian held her close, chest to back. One hand slipped under her top, reaching her breasts, gently
pushing up her bra, kneading one breast. The other hand moved down from her waist, his broad palm pressing against her flat stomach, his fingers tracing the slit through the
thin fabric.

He sucked on her neck, on her earlobe, breathing warmly,

"Your feet are so soft, I want to eat them."

These past few nights, he'd been holding her like this, begging for pleasure, making her even more sensitive. His large hand warmly kneaded her breasts, while her cleft
was already wet from the rough fingers stroking it.

"But...but..."

she frowned, as if making a difficult decision.

Ah Jian, however, had already knelt down in front of her, lifted one of her feet, removed the hanging shoe, and cupped it in his hands, gently caressing it. His eyes
gleamed in the darkness, fixed on her, as he slowly took each of her toes into his mouth, licking and sucking.

She leaned against the bookshelf, her hands clasped behind her back, her lips tightly pressed together in the darkness. Her toes were warmly enveloped, her soles warmly caressed, and
she felt a warmth rising in her heart. "Mmm...left foot, okay?" she hummed softly.

He quickly released the foot, then picked up the other and licked the instep and ankle, his tongue involuntarily sliding upwards along the line.

Over there was a window letting in sunlight; the sliver of light illuminating it outlined the silhouette of a young girl, her chest rising and
falling one leg held in the arms of a boy. Outside the window was a courtyard, shaded by a deep blue sky, with the cooing of pigeons echoing beneath the clear air.

He admiringly stroked the smooth, rounded skin of her calf with his tongue, using the tip of his tongue to gently trace small, gentle strokes, gradually moving upwards. Round knees bound
the bulging line, yet connected to an even fuller bulge above. He held her calves, his tongue exploring further upwards…

“Mmm… not there.”

She struggled slightly, shyly, yet secretly hoping for something, her vulva warmly secreting more…

He placed her legs on his shoulders, savoring the soft, plump inner skin. His head had already slipped under her skirt, arching
upwards against her wet, hot vulva through the fabric, his tongue licking and sucking at the edge of her panties. She could no longer stand steadily, her right leg
buckling as she fell. He scooped her up, placing her on his shoulder as well, his head against her crotch, his tongue gently scraping her slit. She straddled his
face , her hands supporting the bulging head beneath her skirt. With the sticky licking below, she couldn't help but sway her buttocks slightly.

He emerged from under her skirt and gently embraced her, nuzzling her face with his hand and brushing his lips against her cheek. She
responded with a languid "hmm," her arms wrapped around his neck, letting him rub against her temples and neck.

He finally moved back to her red lips, sucking on her upper lip and gently tapping her teeth with the tip of his tongue. She let his tongue in and gently took it in.
He then kissed her small mouth, his tongue pushing forward and probing inside to tease and swirl her small, fragrant tongue... She was intoxicated by this long, wet kiss,
rising on her tiptoes and holding on tighter with both hands.

A secret atmosphere permeated the darkness...

He held her waist with one hand and reached under her skirt with the other, parting the thin fabric and caressing her petals. He inserted his middle finger, moistened with her juices , into
her vagina, swirling and piercing it with his tongue between her upper and lower lips...

She was aroused by these wanton actions, her breasts swelling, and she involuntarily pressed herself against his chest...

He released her small mouth and lowered his head, "Baby, brother will love you."

She felt an itch near her mouth, but when she picked it up, it was a hair, much shorter than her own hair. She patted his head. "Yours?"

He grinned mischievously. "Guess." Suddenly, his hand tugged at her.

She realized what he meant, her face burning in the shadows, but she only spat lightly.

He then cupped her breasts and kneaded them, kissing the tip. "I'll give you something even more exciting."

He slowly squatted down, his hand under her skirt hooking her panties and pulling them down.

He brought her vulva to his mouth again, but this time there was no obstruction. He directly sucked on her labia, cupping her
buttocks with both hands, and secretly teasing her anus with one finger along the cleft…

He tirelessly caressed her vulva with his tongue, sucking on her clitoris, curling his tongue to probe into her folds, or licking her perineum,
gently , causing her to squirm…

She had long heard a girl say she wished for a gentle man to give her
oral sex , for hours on end. And now there was one loving her between her legs. Could this man be so gentle? …
…Xiao Tang—would the gentle Xiao Tang do this too?

Her vulva was warmly held in his mouth, while his tongue darted around like an eel. She gradually became excited, hugging his head tightly,
pressing her vulva against him, swaying her hips as if chasing something.

He understood, and caressed her more intensely, taking the pearl into his mouth and gently biting it with his teeth while licking her petals. Her
moans grew faster and louder… Suddenly, he thrust his little finger, slick with her juices, into her anus. She shuddered,
letting out a low cry, her legs clamping tightly around his head, her chest heaving, and her little mouth gushing out thick, sticky fluids…

…

When she regained some clarity from her dizziness, she found Ah Jian still sucking away, the sound exceptionally clear in the darkness. She blushed deeply,
clenching her fists and punching his head: "Get up!"

Ah Jian lowered her legs, emerged from under her skirt, chuckled, and pulled her hand to his crotch. "I'm not done yet."

She pinched his erection, rolled her eyes, shook her hand away, giggled, and turned to leave: "What's it to me?"

Ah Jian gritted his teeth and cursed: "You little slut, you think you can just walk away after you've had your fun?"

He pounced on her from behind, but Xiao Xiao broke free and landed a hook punch.

"You pervert!"

She turned and left.

Ah Jian followed pitifully, clutching his cheek. Even with a wild girlfriend, you have to seize the opportunity to make love. Beauties come
and , who knows if you can have them forever? Penetrating her beautiful hole is the most certain thing. Slow teasing, careful foreplay, being passive—
that's how you enjoy all the different states of a beauty.

Not those lustful bulls in bars, I'm a gourmet. Ah Jian thought silently. A

gentle

evening breeze blew through the window.

Xiao Xiao, having showered, sat down at her computer to chat with a friend. It was a rare, relaxing evening, and she wanted to have a good chat with her best friend. As for A Jian,
she had already warned him not to bother her.

Eva was someone she'd known since childhood, a very close friend, and she was currently in Guangzhou. Xiao Xiao would try to visit her whenever she had the chance; when they met, they could
talk about anything.

"

Really? Did you really do it? Congratulations! Was he handsome?"

"I'm talking to you about something, don't keep thinking about handsome guys, okay?"

"Whether the other person is handsome or not is important to you. How was it? Was he gentle? How did he perform?"

"Please don't ask so directly."

"I care about you, so of course I have to get straight to the point. The first time is a precious experience." "

...A little rough..."

"Huh?! You gave it back to him? You must have been cheated on."

"Almost..."

"...So you're not satisfied."

"Hmm... He keeps doing it, keeps doing it, but sometimes he's very gentle, and he's tall and handsome, it felt...not bad...
just a little clingy."

"No wonder you're in a good mood today, hehe."

"You're asking for it."

...

"But what about Xiao Tang?"

The gathering

was on Thursday, but Xiao Xiao had nothing to do early on, and didn't know how to spend the long weekend. A Jian suggested going to his dad's
villa . Upon hearing this, Xiao Xiao remembered that it was there that he had half-forced her into having sex, and she got a little angry, saying, "Please, be a little more creative!
Going to that place again is so boring."

A-Jian quickly explained, "No, it's my dad's private place. I sometimes sneak over. There are lots of great things there. There's a tennis court,
a bar, a huge projection room, and even a waterbed!" He

chuckled mischievously as he said this.

Xiao Xiao glared at him and gave him a flick on the forehead, "You pervert, all you ever think about is that."

So the two of them went there that day in A-Jian's car. The afternoon sun was shining brightly, and the sea breeze was blowing hard. They sped along the highway, wearing light
clothes and in high spirits. It was truly a day of singing and drinking in the daytime.

Xiao Xiao was wearing a white off-the-shoulder top with a jade ring fastened to the top, and a light blue floral
knee-length skirt . The loose hem of the top just covered the waist of the skirt, revealing her slender waist. She wore sandals without buckles, adorned with a white lotus flower, and
a switch on her left wrist. Her shoulder-length hair was casually draped over her shoulders, highlighting her striking eyebrows and slightly protruding white teeth—a picture of a sunny girl. Yet, her red lips
and rosy cheeks added a touch of allure, as if touched by raindrops.

Ah Jian had been itching to touch her, and while driving, he reached out to touch Xiao Xiao's skirt. Xiao Xiao slapped his hand away.
"Focus on driving, you pervert!"

Ah Jian angrily withdrew his hand, then turned his head and saw Xiao Xiao drinking a bottle of ice-cold beer.

"How come there's alcohol in my car?" Ah Jian looked like he'd seen a ghost.

"Look, there it is." Xiao Xiao opened the lid of a styrofoam box on the back seat, which was filled with ice, and sure enough, there were two or three bottles of Hein
Eken. Xiao Xiao said triumphantly, "How's my idea?"

"Give me a bottle." Ah Jian held out his hand again.

"This is mine, the wine is mine, the idea is mine, why should I give it to you?"

"The car is mine, come on, let's split it."

"Yeah, you're driving, how can you drink? What if the bottle gets in your eyes? What if you throw the empty bottle and smash someone's car
window ? And also, you'll get caught by the police if you drink and drive, and even if you don't, speeding while drunk is bad too."

Ah Jian sighed, withdrew his hand, and glared at her through gritted teeth, "Just wait and see how I deal with you tonight?"

She raised her head in front of him, disdainfully saying, "I wonder who'll deal with whom."

...

Soon they arrived at their destination. Ah Jian parked the car, grabbed Xiao Xiao's hand and tried to pull her inside, but she shoved him away, "Who's pulling and tugging at you?"
She walked away on her own.

No one was inside; her father didn't seem to be there. Ah Jian showed Xiao Xiao around, "Hmm, this is the living room, that's the guest room, and that's the small
bar . The second floor is the master bedroom, and Dad's study is there too. You can't just go in there, okay? Ah, the third floor, the third floor... Look, this
is the projection room. Those are professional photography and video equipment... and the tripods too, of course. Otherwise, how could it be considered professional, you idiot..."

"Ah, this is the waterbed." Ah Jian opened the door and gestured for Xiao Xiao to come in.

"It's really nice."

Ah Jian had been holding back for a long time, and now seeing Xiao Xiao bend down to touch the bed, with a round bottom sticking out in front of him, he couldn't resist any longer.
He grabbed her waist and said, "Shall we try out this bed?"

Xiao Xiao bit her lip and slowly turned around, her hands touching his chest, her eyes slightly closed, and pressed her lips to his. He lowered his head in a daze...
and was suddenly pushed back two steps by his chest. Xiao Xiao had already broken free and run to the door, bending over and turning her head back, saying, "Oh no, oh no."
Then she turned around, giggled, and ran away. A-Jian rushed over and saw her round, pert buttocks swaying under her flowing skirt. He had nowhere to vent his frustration and
cursed fiercely, "You little slut, she ran away again when I got her way!"

But she replied from the other end, "I'll be slutty, who told you to get so worked up—drink some herbal tea."

"Don't run away, I'm going to catch you and punish you on the spot."

He chased after her fiercely.

He chased her all the way to the living room, and as she got closer, he pounced on her from behind, pinning her to the ground. He grabbed her breasts with both hands, rubbing his bulging lower body against
her round buttocks, saying, "See if you can still run."

"You jerk, Jian, you're hurting me!"

Just then, he heard his father call him, "Jian."

He quickly looked up and saw his father standing on the second floor. He hurriedly pulled Xiaoxiao up, saying, "Dad, I brought Xiaoxiao over to see you."

Xiaoxiao looked at the imposing middle-aged man and smiled, calling out, "Hello, Uncle Lu."

She had met Lu Wenzheng when she was little, but they hadn't been in touch much in recent years.

Uncle Lu nodded to her and said to A-Jian, "Since you're here, stay for a couple of days. I'll be staying here this weekend too."

As night fell, the sea breeze howled, and the following conversation drifted from A-Jian's room:

"Shall we try out that bed?"

"No, no, no."

"Come on, try it out!"

"No... Ah, you jerk A-Jian, don't be so rough."

"Are you going or not... going or not... going or not..."

"...Ah... um... ah... ah... This bed is very comfortable, try it yourself if you want, ah... another sneak attack..."

...

The next day, A-Jian dragged Xiao-Xiao to play tennis.

"I don't know how to play."

"I'll teach you."

"But I don't have a racket."

"Hey, here it is."

"But I don't have any clothes."

"I have some."

"They're so short... Hey, do you want to play or just see pretty girls in short skirts?"

"Hehe, both..."

As she went outside, she saw Uncle Lu reading the newspaper. Xiao Xiao held the racket behind her back, bent over, and smiled sweetly, saying, "Uncle Lu."

Lu Wenzheng's gaze swept over her protruding buttocks, and he nodded behind his glasses.

That evening, A-Jian pestered her again.

"Let's try it out."

"I already said I'm not going, you're so annoying... Let's go play video games in the projection room instead."

"Wait, let's finish first... Hey, don't just leave like that, okay? You have to consider my mood."

"Hehe, let's consider my mood first."

...

The next morning, A-Jian was still dreaming when his phone rang. He saw it was the captain calling and didn't dare not answer.

"Hey, Captain, I finally got a long vacation, and you're in such a rush, squeezing every last drop of my time off. You're really shrewd... I was having a sweet dream
, dreaming of embracing a beautiful woman on the beach... Oh dear... Could you please have a little consideration for me?... What's the rush?... What? A
chopped-up female corpse? How can you tell it's a female corpse if it's been chopped up... Oh, that's a good story, I'm in luck... I'm coming right now, right now."

So Ah Jian hurriedly ran off, leaving Xiao Xiao there to do as she pleased.

Do as she pleased, my foot! Being alone isn't fun at all. Xiao Xiao was depressed in the garden. She was wearing jeans today, bent over, hands
on legs, talking to the flowers. Maybe she should go for a walk later...

She just didn't know when Ah Jian would be back... She'd been putting off trying out the bed just to avoid making him happy, thinking there was still time... Sigh,
now he's gone...

A pair of eyes greedily stared at her upturned buttocks from behind the window...

It was a summer night, the sea breeze was blowing quietly outside, and the distant tides were rippling. Xiao Xiao tossed and turned in bed. A-Jian hadn't returned yet.
Sigh, this guy isn't so bad anymore, huh? I don't know how it happened, it seems like my impression of him just improved as we were doing this… Ugh,
ugh, what kind of talk is that…

Like a little slut, heh…

She lay on her side, wrapped in a thin sheet, her jade-like arm lightly resting on her hip, her long legs bent and extended beneath the sheet. She turned over…
She lay prone, a curve running down her back to her waist, connecting to her abruptly raised buttocks. A pair of burning eyes flickered in the darkness
…

She lay there unable to sleep when she suddenly saw a dark shadow flash by the window. Startled, she sat up with a scream—but only
half a scream escaped her lips. A hand suddenly reached out from behind and covered her mouth with a damp handkerchief, while another hand gripped her shoulders tightly. She
felt a cloyingly sweet fragrance assault her lungs, and she struggled in terror, desperately trying to escape the strange scent.

Her long legs, wrapped in the sheets, were straddled by the attacker. They wrestled together, her legs kicking and her rounded buttocks
arching , while the attacker held her even tighter. She inhaled the eerie sweetness, her body growing increasingly weak, her vibrant curves
twisting and writhing futilely on the bed, trying to escape.

Suddenly, the attacker pounced on her, pinning her to the bed and pinning her writhing upper body down, straddling her pert buttocks. She thrust forcefully,
their bodies arching and slumping, as if weighed down by a mountain, unable to escape the increasingly heavy body behind her.
After several reflexive struggles, she sighed and collapsed beneath the attacker.

The attacker tossed aside his handkerchief, smacked his lips, and said, "So strong. Crisp and supple, tsk tsk."

...

Xiao Xiao felt a burning sensation in her head, her limbs weak, yet her lower body felt cool. She lay prone on the bed, her knee-length robe somehow pulled
up and bunched around her waist. One hand caressed her groin, while the other lightly touched her anus, applying a cool ointment that burned intensely the moment
it touched .

Xiao Xiao felt a heat in her rear, her anus slightly open as if trying to breathe. The next moment, a pair of steady hands gripped her buttocks and
spread them , a hot, slick penis sliding into her anus. She couldn't help but furrow her brows and moan softly…

The dark figure slowly thrust, his hands squeezing her buttocks together, feeling a pleasurable sensation from the tightly writhing constriction. Finally, he'd done it
—that round, plump bottom, encased in jeans, pertly hidden beneath her short skirt, swaying playfully before his eyes, that soft, round,
undulating mass, was now in his hands. The lust simmering within him, aroused by the swaying of her youthful buttocks, finally had
a place to be released.

"You're so horny," he thrust hard twice, making the girl moan softly. He became excited, pulled out his penis, moistened it with saliva
, and then inserted it back into her anus, thrusting faster and faster. The girl was moved back and forth by his thrusts, sobbing softly under the abuse of her
anus .

His penis was tightly gripped, warmly held, and he felt as if he had returned to his teenage years, to those sweltering summer afternoons, imagining
the girl in the next class masturbating on her bed in the afternoon. A surge of desire he hadn't felt in years suddenly ignited in his lower abdomen. That youth, those wet and hot summer
dreams , those restless afternoons, returned to him. He closed his eyes, thrusting unrestrainedly, chasing the throbbing of youth, chasing the dreams of
his youth, as if he had become that boy again, frantically masturbating, seeking release…

He murmured a name: “Pingping… Pingping…”, drawing ever closer to the edge of climax, and
the guilt, regret, and pain associated with that name gradually accumulated. When that moment of despair surfaced, he shook his head in agony, cried out, and
ejaculated into the girl's snowy buttocks beneath him…

The attacker came to his senses, smacking his lips in savoring the moment. It was amazing; he hadn't felt this exhilarated in a long time.

He wasn't lacking in women, but as he grew older, he relied more on technique in bed. Out of pride, he always wanted to bring the woman beneath him
to orgasm before he dared to go all out. So, he always felt somewhat constrained. This was the first time he'd felt this good
.

The girl was still sobbing softly. He couldn't help but reach out and tenderly stroke her waist. Under the starlight, he saw a sticky,
sticky He leaned closer and parted it with his hand to examine it. The previously small anus was now only slightly open,
with a sticky clump oozing out from the tiny opening. He grasped her buttocks and squeezed them together, and another gush of fluid flowed out.

Had she ejaculated so much? He wondered, inserting his index finger and stirring it inside, then couldn't help but smile slightly.

Overjoyed, like he'd found a treasure, he couldn't resist lowering his head to kiss her lovely anus. His penis gradually hardened again,
throbbing as if it hadn't had enough, eager to try.

Feeling his energy surge, he guided his penis inside again, while reaching forward to lovingly caress her delicate flower…

Xiao Xiao slowly woke up, only to find the bed a mess, the sheets half-draped on the floor. Her body…?

Her legs were limp, hanging limply, her soft hair clinging damply to her crotch, and her anus and groin were sticky and sticky.

She stared blankly at the ceiling, unsure how to react. She glanced at the clock beside her; it was one o'clock.

An hour ago, she had been counting the time, calculating how long Ah Jian had been gone, like the
bittersweet . And now… she had been raped, brutally and perversely violated. Tears streamed down her face…

but she had also had an orgasm, hadn't she? Could one really enjoy reaching an orgasm while being raped? She stopped sobbing softly.

It was all that hateful hand; while she was being violated from behind, that hand had secretly reached out to caress her, gently tugging, kneading,
and soothing her, while another hand massaged near her anus. The thrusting was surprisingly gentle; she had forgotten the burning, throbbing
pain from the previous violation, her buttocks relaxed, resignedly letting him go in and out.

That hand relentlessly teased her, far more skillful and adept than Ah Jian's. It accurately teased
her sensitive spots, magically pointing out new arousing and stimulating areas.

The hand expertly played its way within that small space, gradually arousing her desire. Her petals became wet, and
a tingling sensation spread deep within her vagina. It then gently pricked and teased, widening her opening with its fingers, making her feel a deep emptiness. Then, the large penis, which had been positioned at her anus, thrust
in with a resounding thud, causing a throbbing sensation. The hand in front of her stopped, as if the emptiness had been satisfied by the penis.

Thus, she was filled with alternating emptiness and fullness, and the movements of the hand and penis became more fluid and rapid. Gradually, she felt as if
the penis was directly satisfying her emptiness inside her vagina, and her anus was becoming increasingly itchy...

She was captivated by this strange and novel stimulation, her hips twisting and clenching as if in dissatisfaction, wanting more friction, and the penis seemed
to cooperate her even deeper, creating a tingling, numb, and passionate wave in her rear. She was lost in that eerie rhythm, her body contracting and relaxing.
Her anus writhed, responding to her moans, until she reached her climax and fainted during her orgasm… She covered her face sadly,
as if she couldn't face anyone. This body… this lewd body…

Xiao Xiao stared blankly for a while, then cried for a while. She took a shirt from the wardrobe and put it on her naked body. She quietly left
the room to wash up.

There was soft light in the living room downstairs. That must be Uncle Lu. Suddenly, she felt a pang of grievance, like when she was a child and her mother had scolded her, and she wanted to
go to her father to cry. She shuffled downstairs step by step.

Uncle Lu lovingly pulled her to sit beside him, stroked her hair, wiped away her tears, and gently comforted her: "What's
wrong? Did you have a nightmare? Silly child, you're all grown up now, what's there to be afraid of? Uncle is here." Xiao Xiao couldn't help but sob, leaning on his shoulder
as if she had suffered a great injustice, or as if she had done something wrong.

He held her tenderly, stroking her back, letting her tears soak his shirt. After a long while, once she had calmed down a bit, he picked up his
cup and held it to her lips: "Sweetie, don't cry, have some water."

She obediently drank two sips of tea from his cup, still sobbing.

Seeing her tear-filled eyes and flushed cheeks, he felt even more pity for her. He pulled her up and said, "You've cried so much, you need to wash up. There's a nice
place here, Uncle will take you."

It was a small door in his study. When he opened it,
he found a hot spring-like bathtub inside, separated by several glass panels facing the sea. On the other wall was an oil painting of a forest goddess. In the misty air, her fair and voluptuous body, wrapped in light gauze,
frolicked in a lush green forest. She gasped in amazement and stepped inside. He whispered "Enjoy" in her ear, pushed her inside, and then closed the secret little door

behind him . She wandered alone, her hand touching the borders of the oil paintings. Unwittingly, she stirred something; a closet filled with swimsuits opened —all sorts of swimsuits, brightly colored and plain. She couldn't help but pick one out and hold it against herself—but she was still sticky; how could she wear it? She gritted her teeth, secretly making a decision. Covered in sweat and semen, her vibrant and proud body couldn't wait to break free of these constraints. She gently unbuttoned her shirt, releasing her soft body from beneath the crisp fabric, and slowly stepped into the warm pool. A joyful, indulgent pleasure rose within her. Forget all her worries for now; just enjoy it all. On the eve , facing a pile of unfinished homework and feeling incredibly sleepy, the little girl drifted off to sleep, sinking into the quiet and sweet darkness. Her indulgent feelings were probably the same as they are now… He watched from a small screen as her goddess-like body slowly submerged into the water, lazily raising her arms to wash herself, combing her silky black hair, or swimming leisurely with her head tilted back. He felt a surge of heat in his groin. He wouldn't be back in the office until the day after tomorrow; there was still a day left, and plenty of time in the evening to enjoy his little Cooke. The night was long, and the pleasure and indulgence had just begun. In the warm pool, a fresh-faced girl was washing herself, waiting for his enjoyment. Wasn't it true that in every luxurious villa, in the quiet night, under the dim light, some kind of tender and enchanting pleasure was taking place? He wrapped a towel around himself, took a bottle of Absolut Vodka, and two cups, and walked towards her. Her expression had returned to normal , and she greeted him generously as "Uncle Lu. " He poured some wine and handed it to her, saying, "Have a little to calm yourself down." It was a cool and pure liquor. She took a sip... Hmm, a familiar taste. Having grown accustomed to longislanded tea, grasshopper , and cosmopolitan in bars, was she now tasting their essence? She tilted her head back and finished the rest . A splash of water came from beside her; he had also entered the pool. This gray-haired man, dignified and mature, now carried a hint of kindness. He was holding a glass, raising it to her. Her emotions calmed, and she regained her usual composure. For some reason, she felt as if she were facing that honest, hardworking senior apprentice —close to him yet unable to get too close. An intuition made her feel a little uneasy, so she put her glass down at the edge of the pool, turned, and swam forward. He put down his glass and followed. He stroked her back, gently comforting her. The caresses that had previously felt intimate now seemed somewhat ambiguous. She remained silent, swimming forward nervously, as if trying to escape the advances of her senior or the excessive attention of a certain boy at the dance. He followed her, seemingly distant, like a father comforting his daughter; his touch was merely that of a teacher instructing a student to swim. She felt something approaching, and as if fleeing, she swam towards the edge of the pool near the entrance. She leaped forward, grabbing the edge, her heart pounding … The silence behind her made her uneasy. She turned around, wanting to see what he was doing… He moved forward, entering her body underwater. Her eyes widened, looking at him in disbelief, and in the next moment, she was swept up in his surging movements, unable to utter a protest except for a groan. He held the girl rhythmically in the hot spring; the private environment, the hot water, the alcohol, the youthful flesh—all allowed him to indulge his desires without restraint. The girl's shocked, confused, and bewildered expression only gave him a sense of complete control. He lovingly kissed her forehead, cheeks, and eyes, stroking her back to soothe her fear. He put his fingers in her mouth, making her bite them, his hips moving incessantly, lingering in her warm, sweet depths. He felt his movements were effortless, fluid, light, powerful, and tender—all completely at his command. After the initial shock, the girl quickly lost herself. The man's movements were like a grand symphony; she was swept up in his rhythm . Sometimes it seemed to grow heavier, faster, as if approaching a climax, only to suddenly slow down the next moment, allowing her to savor those thrilling moments again and again. Outside, the waves crashed against the beach, and the urge to climax washed over her in waves, each wave making her tremble and bite his fingers, whimpering and anxiously anticipating its arrival. When the climax finally came, she couldn't help but cry out in relief, clinging to him and not letting him leave… He wrapped her wet body in a towel and carried her upstairs. He placed her on the large, soft bed, gently drying , tenderly tasting and teasing her with his tongue. She couldn't help but clutch his head between her legs and cry out. He immediately satisfied her emptiness with his burning penis…

When she awoke from the dizziness of her orgasm, she found herself lying on a cool, soft waterbed. A row of mirrors surrounded her,
reflecting in the warm light a graceful body writhing beneath a slightly plump figure. The cool, soft waterbed pressed against her chest and abdomen,
while behind her sat a hot, sweaty body, its strong chest pressing against her back. The man rode her with abandon, his erect hips thrusting beneath him.

Caught between heat and cold, hardness and softness, she felt a sense of loss. And after wave after wave of thrusts, an overwhelming pleasure
irresistibly engulfed her…

He lifted her limp body and carried her to a dark room. He made her lie face down on a mat, then attacked her from behind,
arousing her with wild thrusts…

She opened her eyes, only to see a lewd scene: a dark, oily penis was squeaking in and out of her pink,
moist flower. Her petals were pushed in and out with the movement of the penis, and her vaginal fluid, mixed with white semen, was constantly being drawn out and
smeared on her pubic bone by the thrusting penis… When she realized what was happening with each climax, she couldn't help but sway her hips in sorrow,
but her shame was instantly shattered by the gushing penis…

The penis was suddenly pulled out, and she twisted her waist uncomfortably, protesting coquettishly, while the next moment her anus
was penetrated by a hot penis, and a cunning hand reached out to caress her clitoris.

The familiar movements and rhythm jolted her awake: it was… However, this awakening was fleeting. Accustomed to stimulation and
orgasm, her body immediately responded to the hard, throbbing motion within her anus. Her wanton buttocks swayed, clamping down on the invading hot rod. The screen displayed
an even more lewd scene: her little anus was red from being scraped by the rod, the tiny opening stretched round, the once delicate folds
gone , the surrounding skin taut. A thick, dark object thrust into her white buttocks, the straight rod disappearing again and again into
the soft opening between her thighs.

The visual stimulation and the impact from behind left her mouth agape in a daze. A feeling of lewdness and depravity enveloped her like a dark cloud, her whole body
burning , her face flushed, the last vestiges of self-respect flickering in and out of her mind like needles. She
fainted amidst overwhelming pleasure and extreme shame…

Xiao Xiao woke up in the morning light, lying in her own bed, wearing a silk nightgown. She groggily propped herself up, trying to get out of bed, but
felt a sharp pain between her legs. She slumped back onto the bed, feeling a lingering numbness in her anus. Panicked, she reached down to touch
herself; she was completely clean, without any sweat or residue from their encounter. The chaotic, endless stream of images in her mind seemed like
a passionate erotic dream, or perhaps just random fantasies while waiting for Ah Jian to return.

She stood up, dazed, and saw a languid woman in the wardrobe mirror. Her starry eyes were shy, her beauty alluring, her hair disheveled, and her face flushed
. Was this herself? She gently touched her chest, noticing that her breasts were fuller and firmer, the two rosy nipples proudly
erect , straining against her thin nightgown. She pursed her lips, staring at her reflection. Her delicate eyebrows were still arched, a hint of spiritedness amidst her allure.

Xiao Xiao was an innocent girl, flitting about like a butterfly among her many suitors, only to disappear just as quickly,
leaving men with no chance to touch her wings. It wasn't that she sought to seduce boys; rather, she had been surrounded by them since childhood. Her raised eyebrow, glare, and
pout were simply natural gestures ingrained over time, unaware of the flames they might ignite in men's hearts.

A young girl's heart is like poetry. When she received Xiao Tang's vow: "

Give me your hand, I will hold it; live together till old age,

" she was overjoyed, feeling her long-held dream was about to become reality. A boy in flowing white robes, gentle and refined, was making a heartfelt
confession , promising eternal love—this was every girl's dream.

While she waited expectantly for Xiao Tang's return, a rude man named A Jian barged in and took her virginity.
And in her half-hearted resistance, she was astonished to discover that the green bud had already matured inside, just about to bloom, waiting to be plucked.
When she received a man's ejaculation for the first time inside her, she also tasted a sweeping pleasure she had never experienced before. This made the secret pleasures she had previously
explored seem so insignificant. Compared to that, it was, after all
, a strong male body, and the throbbing against his firm chest brought a satisfaction and dependence she had never felt alone.

While her heart was filled with conflicting emotions, her body's desires were being gradually awakened. Under the entanglement of the energetic Ah Jian, she
slowly savored the sweetness of desire, and her already prepared body knew exactly how to respond with just a touch.

Her body greedily unfolded, welcoming the nourishment of desire. She knew she wasn't a butterfly, but a flower. Her fluttering skirt wasn't
butterfly wings, but intertwined petals. The fluttering in the spring breeze was like the trembling of petals, dazzling the bees' eyes, silently inviting them
. Her graceful figure standing against the wind, her playfully tilted white neck, her gently biting delicate red lips, her rounded arms—all exuded an
alluring charm, naturally enticing boys and men to swarm around her.

...And now, this flower has bloomed, and whoever plucks it will possess it...

"Whoever plucks it will possess it"—this is the so-called tragic fate of beautiful women. A girl's dream is to pluck the one she
desires, but what is the reality? Should she let fate follow her own will, or let her will be subject to fate's choices?

In the past, men could forcefully pluck the flowers they desired; now, no one can openly suppress personal desires, but there are
still many ways—money, desire, soft power… because human nature has weaknesses. With the help of the devil within, they
can still do as they please.

Watching beautiful girls drift in the storms of fate, how poignant and beautiful it must be

… Someone gently knocked on the door. Opening it, she saw him… Xiao Xiao remembered that frenzy, unsure how to face him, and angry at herself for
the humiliation she had suffered. She slammed the door shut, sat on the bed with her back to him, and remained silent.

He moved closer, intending to pull her into his arms, but she pulled away. He leaned in and comforted her, saying, “You didn’t eat well yesterday, you must be
exhausted. I just made breakfast, go eat something.”

Hearing him mention that endless revelry, she felt a surge of shame and anger, turning her face away and ignoring him. He suddenly pounced on her, pulling her into a tight embrace.
While caressing her breasts, he nibbled at her ear, saying, "So you still want to eat me?"

Startled, she turned her head and saw the familiar glint in the man's eyes. She quickly pushed him away, glaring at him through gritted teeth and muttering a curse.
He murmured, "You old devil...you idiot..."

He was completely smitten with her charming appearance, pulling her close and kissing her still-fierce little mouth.

She was weak and powerless from his kisses, her body instinctively reacting, and she quickly dodged his lips, shouting, "Okay, okay, let's go eat!"

He stood up triumphantly, taking her hand and leading her outside. She struggled slightly, then lowered her head and let him pull her away. He
smiled , knowing that he had conquered the girl in two days and nights...

Lu Wenzheng spent another day with Xiaoxiao, skipping his office, calling his secretary to say he wasn't feeling well and asking her to fax over anything particularly
important , cherishing her
dearly...

The next day, he rushed back to school, and her dormitory bed happened to be empty, so she immediately moved in. A-Jian had been gone for a long time this time, and
hadn't called her in between. She decided to use this excuse to leave A-Jian, hoping to find some peace and quiet away from the father and son.

Later, when A-Jian tried to contact her, she avoided him. A-Jian was disappointed, but there was nothing he could do. He had been with many girls, always getting them
easily and leaving without much regret. Although Xiao-Xiao was different, he really didn't know how to win her back.
After a period of distress, he gradually let go.

Soon after, Xiao-Xiao graduated. Her visa application failed, so she naturally didn't go abroad. Not having to immediately face Xiao-Tang was a relief for Xiao-Xiao;
otherwise, she really wouldn't know what to do. She could put Xiao-Tang aside for now.

Meanwhile, Lu Wenzheng was enjoying
a meteoric a job at the Guangzhou branch of HSBC. —But he didn't let Xiao-Xiao know.

**************************************************************************************************** Author's Note: I've never
seen a waterbed, and I don't know if they actually exist. I only read in a Qing Dynasty drama that Hong Xuanjiao used one. Since it's all fiction,
it wouldn't normally catch your eye, so I just borrowed it as a prop. ****************

... Finally, the weekend arrived, and the company held a cocktail party to welcome new colleagues and reward long-term employees. The event was quite high-profile, inviting senior management and some political and business figures. "They've really got a plan," Erica muttered to Xiaoxiao. This girl was also new, working in the same department as Xiaoxiao. The two got along well and had just rented an apartment together. She was a beautiful, fashionable woman, but with a sharp tongue, enjoying coldly criticizing various ugly things and fiercely attacking those she disliked. Xiaoxiao smiled slightly, observing the colleagues and superiors coming and going. Everyone at the party was dressed in formal attire; apart from a few recognizable faces, it was difficult to distinguish between superiors and colleagues. However, it was always a good opportunity to make friends and foster relationships among employees—one of the purposes of such gatherings. Xiaoxiao and Erica, two stunning beauties, naturally attracted the attention of many men. Several new male colleagues, neglecting to chat with their boss, swarmed over to strike up a conversation. "You must have just graduated from university, haven't shaken off those habits yet—paying more attention to girls than teachers in class," Erica commented, pulling Xiaoxiao away from the group of men. "They don't just notice every girl, so you can be proud of it." "There's nothing to be proud of about being noticed by someone I wouldn't even notice." Although she couldn't agree with such harsh words, Xiaoxiao knew that most men were just fleeting figures. "Compared to them, even that uncle is a bit more charming, isn't he?" Following Erica's gaze, Xiaoxiao noticed the uncle who could be described as charming, and in surprise, quickly turned her head away—wasn't this the very person she was trying so hard to avoid? But Erica had already grabbed her hand, ready to go over and say hello. "Flirtatious." Unable to pull away in front of everyone, Xiaoxiao mentally hurled a powerful insult at her colleague who had caused her so much trouble. "Hello, may I introduce myself?" Hearing Erica's words, Xiaoxiao almost fainted, but she had no choice but to smile at Lu Wenzheng. "Of course, of course, my name is Lu Wenzheng, a public servant." He exchanged a few pleasantries with Erica, then turned to Xiaoxiao: "Xiaoxiao, working here? Very good. How's work?" "Everything's going well. Thank you for your concern, Uncle Lu." Lu Wenzheng smiled kindly at her, as if he were concerned about a niece he hadn't seen in a while. Actually, he had noticed her earlier; after all, he had only attended this boring party because he wanted to see her. Today she wore a goose-gold thread dress, the lace trim extending from under her armpits, encircling her high, firm breasts. A pale yellow ribbon hung from the back of her neck, across her collarbone, and under her armpits to tie the dress. Between the ribbon and the lace, her snow-white breasts were exposed, with a slight cleavage visible in the center. Her long hair was clipped behind her ears, and a strand fell across her forehead, adding to her charm. (It's been two months, and the little girl has grown a bit more.) Xiao Xiao replied casually, unsure of what expression to use, so she just kept smiling. After a few words, she pulled Erica away . "Oh, you know that uncle?" "Yes, my mom and his wife are good friends. I used to go there often when I was little... Um, I'm not feeling well, I want to go home first, I can't stay with you." " Oh, then I'll go with you." Erica was still concerned about her. "No need, it's nothing, thank you, I'll go first." Xiao Xiao hurried to the dressing room to get her coat. She was really afraid of seeing that man again. It was dangerous to be with him, but she couldn't resist if he approached, so she could only stay far away. She picked up her coat and walked out, but when she turned around, she bumped into someone's arms. She was about to apologize, but was pulled into a wardrobe. The man covered her mouth, preventing her from screaming, and whispered, "It's me." She breathed a sigh of relief, then immediately tensed up again. "You're crazy, old man." "What do you think?"

He remained unusually calm, as if he were holding her in his own villa.

His hand slipped under her chest, taking a jade rabbit and playing with it, murmuring in her ear, "It's been over two months, and you've grown even more."

She struggled slightly in his arms, "You lecherous old man, let me go, or I'll scream!"

He kissed her restless lips, lifting her skirt and reaching inside, caressing her through her panties. He said to her mouth, "You
can scream, but keep it down, only I can hear you."

Her body responded faithfully to his teasing, and she was startled.

"You're not going to do this here..."

"Why not?"

she said, pulling the thin fabric down to her knees, giving her round, pert buttocks a light slap: "Turn around."

She involuntarily obeyed his command, turning around and gripping the wardrobe wall with both hands.

He lifted her skirt from behind to her waist, pulling her back with one arm around her waist.

"My clothes are wrinkled."

"I'll pay you back."

His voice became hoarse and low under the torment of desire. He breathed heavily, sending his throbbing, burgeoning desire into her warm, tender
honey pot. At the moment of complete union, he lay on her back, sucking hard on the back of her neck, like a vampire enamored with his prey.

Her body swayed under his thrusts, the insecurity of being discovered at any moment made her twist wildly, the painful pleasure
flashing before her eyes like stars, she grabbed his fingers and bit them, suppressing her increasingly loud moans...

"Not inside..."

he responded, pulling out hotly, rubbing against her a couple of times, before plunging into her little hole between her buttocks.

She trembled violently, sobbing, "You're so mean..."

He bit her ear, intensifying his thrusts while comforting her, "Little darling, I'll make it up to you later."

...Suddenly, a low growl escaped his lips as he poured his burning seed into her snowy buttocks...

She endured it in shock, her hands gripping the wall tightly, her head arched back, her long, white neck like a dying swan.

He held her, panting for a moment, then pulled down her panties, carefully wiping them clean before putting them in his pocket. After tidying her
clothes, he pulled her outside, "Come with me."

Dizzy and disoriented, she was dragged out through another door, as if fleeing from pursuers, a strange excitement welling up inside her.

The peace was shattered again. What lay ahead? Xiao Xiao didn't know if holding this man would bring her happiness.

His subsequent actions were unlike those of a gray-haired middle-aged man; his ferocity was enough to kill a bunch of weaklings buying tofu pudding. He...
he actually took Xiao Xiao away on his motorcycle. He turned his jacket inside out into a formal jacket, pulled out a pair of sunglasses from the pocket—this uncle seemed
to do this kind of thing often, he was well-equipped.

Xiao Xiao, feeling dizzy, was driven to a luxurious suburban hotel. He parked the motorcycle some distance away, then turned his jacket back into
a suit, and pulled out a pair of gold-rimmed glasses to wear. Watching him perform his magic trick, Xiao Xiao said, half-admiringly, "Uncle, you're really something
!"

"Of course, you've seen my skills before."

He had her take his arm, and they calmly entered the lobby. A beautiful young woman nestled against an older man wasn't exactly a novel sight, but the girl, as lovely as
a lotus still caught the attention of the elevator attendant.

"It's good to be rich, I must work hard too," the young woman secretly resolved in her heart.

Xiao Xiao watched him take the elevator straight up and couldn't help but sigh softly, "Looks like you planned this all along."

He stroked the hand in his arm, remaining calm, "Thank you for the compliment."

But as soon as they entered the room, he seemed like a different person, suddenly pouncing on Xiao Xiao, pulling her down onto the sofa, his hands
roaming body.

Now that they weren't in the closet anymore, and she had recovered, Xiao Xiao screamed wildly, "Again... You're too fast, old man."

She was completely under his control; if even verbal sarcasm wasn't allowed, then she shouldn't live.

He, however, had no intention of arguing, deftly removing her bra strap, pulling off her long skirt, taking off her shoes, and holding the naked girl in
his arms, licking and caressing her. She protested again, tugging at his shirt, so he also took off his own clothes. Their bodies intertwined
, growing hotter and hotter, sweatier and sweatier.

His mouth relentlessly attacked her forehead, her cheeks, her neck, her breasts, her abdomen, her intimate petals, while her
mouth uttered harsh words to calm her unease, avoid the seductive teasing, and vent the increasingly restless heat within her body…
…

“Such a thirsty old man, you must have suppressed your desires for a long time when you were young…”

“Be careful not to bite your tongue.”

“Don’t act like a child…”

“…”

He suddenly stopped, stroking the girl’s temple, gazing at her delicate… with intoxication.

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