The two beauties

That night

, the weather was overcast. The thick fog that seemed impossible to dissipate in the early morning finally thinned slightly by evening. A sliver of pale sunlight pierced through a corner of the thick curtains, casting a stark shadow on the back of the chair. Shuang'er stared, a sudden, surreal feeling washing over her. What was she doing? A flicker of panic ran through her. At that moment, Shuang'er, just like her name suggested, felt somewhat drunk, somewhat dazed, somewhat disoriented! She, Shuang'er, was alone in a room with a "stranger"! The reason "stranger" was in quotes was because they weren't complete strangers. Yes, it was a cliché; his name was Bei, an online friend she'd known for six years, and this was their first time meeting in person.

As if to bolster her courage, Shuang'er took a deep breath and glanced again at the thick curtains.

Inside and outside the curtains, there must be two different Shuang'ers!

On the edge of the bed, Shuang'er felt awkward, unsure what to do with her hands and feet. The room was blasting heat, and her palms were slightly sweaty. Shuang'er glanced at Bei on the opposite sofa. Having known him for so many years, he was so familiar, yet this was their first real meeting, and an unavoidable sense of estrangement washed over her. Strange yet familiar! Familiar yet strange! Such a strange feeling!

Shuang'er bravely looked into his eyes, and Bei seemed flustered, looking away. Was he just as at a loss?

"Take off your coat!" Bei stood up, took off his coat, and suggested with a smile, trying to ease the somewhat oppressive atmosphere.

Shuang'er awkwardly took off her coat. A black, tight-fitting sweater, semi-leather leggings, and high boots outlined her alluring curves. Bei's gaze was fixed on the beautiful arc of her waist and hips, and Shuang'er felt the burning heat in his eyes!

"Shuang'er…" Bei's hands gently wrapped around her from behind. Shuang'er instinctively struggled slightly.

"Why make things so difficult for yourself? You're just a normal woman, not a god!" His warm breath tickled her sensitive nerves. Shuang'er closed her eyes, sighed, and gave up struggling. Yes, he understood everything. Six years of knowing and understanding each other, he understood her struggles, pain, and helplessness better than anyone else!

The feeling of unfamiliarity was fading away little by little!

Life is never perfect! Shuang'er had told herself this again and again. It's just that he doesn't like sex! At least he still loves her! Isn't that right!

But in countless dark nights, surging desires would come unexpectedly, and Shuang'er would hold her mature and vibrant body with pity, tears silently streaming down her face time and time again! She was just an ordinary person, with flesh and blood, feelings and desires!

She had tried, displayed all her charm, used all her patience, and devoted all her efforts... but it was all in vain!

Should she leave just for sex? No, Shuang'er couldn't do it!

But can marriage really be without sex?

"Shuang'er..." Bei murmured, his warm kisses moving from her ear to her lips. Shuang'er smelled a faint scent of tobacco, unfamiliar yet alluring! What was she doing? She was actually standing there… Shuang'er's mind was in turmoil, a battle of wills! From the moment she stepped into the room, she knew she had betrayed them. She tried desperately to banish her guilt, banish it… until it was completely beyond her reach!

Outside the window, the sky had completely darkened, the faint light falling on the chair back blending perfectly into the dim light of the room.

She didn't know when, but Bei had put a rope in his hand, a vibrant, striking red! She knew Bei had this hobby! Online, he had told her that it had always been his deepest secret. He didn't understand why he had such a strange preference; it seemed innate, inexplicable. Shuang'er wasn't averse to it, but she only liked the subtle, and it had always existed only in her fantasies. Now, facing it in person, even though she was mentally prepared, Shuang'er was still so nervous she almost couldn't stand. Bei steadied her at the right moment, gently pulling her into his arms and patting her back, as if to comfort her, but more like to encourage her.

"Can we tie her up naked?" Bei asked, his hands already beginning to move.

"No!" Shuang'er protested. Fear, panic, excitement, and a faint anticipation mingled in her mind. Bei, however, didn't allow her time to think. He quickly removed her top, and ropes began to wrap around her. Shuang'er kept crying out "No!" but her body was limp and unable to move. She let the red cotton ropes tighten around her, a slight pain in her arms. Shuang'er tightly closed her eyes, her heart pounding. The ropes wound and moved across her bare skin, strange and provocative… She heard Bei's slightly heavy breathing, their bodies occasionally brushing against each other, a strange flutter rising within her… "Open your eyes and look!" She didn't know how much time had passed! Bei gently pulled Shuang'er in front of the mirror. Shuang'er still kept her eyes tightly shut.

"Open them!" The voice, though not angry, held a commanding tone, and Shuang'er involuntarily obeyed Bei's order. She saw herself in the mirror: skin as white as snow, cheeks flushed, her breasts proudly erect amidst the tangled knots. So shy yet beautiful, bound hand and foot! She dared not gaze at herself for long. Shuang'er instinctively closed her eyes again. Heavy breathing drew closer, and suddenly Bei's warm lips captured her nipples. A silent pleasure, like an electric shock, coursed through her body; the feeling was indescribable. Shuang'er couldn't help but moan softly in her heart, her body collapsing limply into Bei's arms.

A soft silk scarf gently covered Shuang'er's eyes. Bei lifted Shuang'er and gently laid her face down on the bed, tucking a folded quilt beneath her. Her buttocks arched high in a beautiful curve. Shuang'er felt a chill on her back, knowing her trousers had been pulled down. Such a shameful position! Yet, the restless desire within her surged like a flood, engulfing her entire body. Meanwhile, Bei's large hand was tearing at Shuang'er's last remaining garment: a black lace panty.

"No!" Shuang'er cried out, both ashamed and anxious! Her hands were bound and she couldn't move, so she could only tightly clamp her legs together, clinging to the last shred of clothing!

Seeing Shuang'er's almost desperate stance, Bei finally relented, leaving the panty on her legs. Little did Shuang'er know, the black lace, contrasting against her snow-white skin, not only failed to provide any concealment but actually added to her allure.

Shuang'er had just breathed a long sigh of relief when suddenly, a "crack!" struck—was it a whip? It wasn't too painful, just the sudden, unprepared shock.

Crack...crack...crack, the whip fell again and again, the slight pain mixed with an unspeakable desire.

Shuang'er twisted her body, her face burning hot...

crack, crack...the slapping continued. Although Bei had shown mercy, the accumulated pain was still slightly unbearable for Shuang'er; after all, she had never been beaten like this before.

Shuang'er stubbornly kept her mouth shut, the pleas for mercy almost bursting from her lips were forced back down, and the usually reserved girl didn't know how to express herself. Shuang'er's thoughts drifted aimlessly amidst the whipping. She thought of her childhood, of how she had never cried in front of her parents since she was old enough to understand. She had always been like a tightly sealed core; beneath the hard exterior, only she knew how fragile and soft her heart truly was. Bei continued

tirelessly slapping her already burning hot buttocks. She thought, it must be a bright red patch, or perhaps a large bruise—how unsightly that would be. Heaven knows, at this moment, she actually had the mind to think about whether her buttocks would look good!

Shuang'er still didn't beg for mercy, only tears silently streaming down her face. She didn't know if it was because of the pain, or a melting, a corner of her heart slowly softening, becoming soft and slightly aching.

The pale blue silk scarf was gradually soaked with tears. Shuang'er thought anxiously: Would Bei notice? If she could, she would secretly wipe them away unnoticed, but with her hands bound, she was powerless!

"I'm sorry." Bei finally stopped, gently untying the ropes binding her and pulling away the scarf.

Had he still noticed her tears?

Regaining her sight, freed from her restraints. Shuang'er, tears streaming down her face, didn't know how to cope with her pain and the inexplicable impulse that welled up within her. Helpless and panicked!

Bei wrapped her, almost naked, in the blanket and held her tightly in his arms. Shuang'er looked up shyly at Bei with teary eyes, noticing the fine beads of sweat on his forehead.

Shuang'er didn't understand why the lingering sense of unfamiliarity with Bei had miraculously vanished in the pain and the washing away of her tears. She took a silk handkerchief and gently wiped the sweat from Bei's forehead, seeing a strange light burning in his eyes... Bei's kiss fell again, hot and heavy... lingering on her beautiful collarbone, her smooth back, her scarred buttocks, stopping, his lips gently touching with tenderness, his tongue lightly licking... Shuang'er felt waves of burning pain in her buttocks accompanied by a soft, strange comfort.

Bei's warm, moist palms began to slowly roam over Shuang'er's smooth skin, roaming... over the peaks of her chest, across her flat stomach, and down to the dense thicket of her lower body... Shuang'er was limp and unable to move, her body, lonely for so long, was about to burst forth under Bei's teasing... Her flower core was wet and slippery. The moans she had been suppressing with sheer willpower finally broke free, escaping from Shuang'er's lips, her breaths and soft moans rising and falling in the night... "Can I... can I?" Bei murmured breathlessly.

Like a thunderclap, Shuang'er quickly pushed Bei's hands away. The guilty self that Shuang'er had banished to the farthest reaches of her heart suddenly and stubbornly returned. It was nothing but self-deception! Shuang'er understood that in this situation, whether it was permissible or not, whether to make love or not, there was no essential difference.

But, ultimately, there was a difference.

Shuang'er hated her own dishonesty, her extreme hypocrisy, and yet she was powerless to change it.

Outside the window, endless darkness! The night continued, continued…!

[The End]

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