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Section 1 of "Shared Living"
　　My husband, Kang Jie, and I both graduated from university in 1989. Due to the student movement, job assignments were difficult that year, and we were no exception. We met through an introduction and got married in 1990. Our married life was very happy, but we were both restless people. In 1991 , starting our own business became fashionable, and going to Shenzhen was even more of a trend. That summer, after discussing it, we also resigned and went to Shenzhen, ready to start our own business there.
　　Before going to Shenzhen, we had already found jobs at the same company. However, after arriving in Shenzhen, we encountered unexpected difficulties when trying to find a place to live. Apartments close to the company were too expensive, while those further away were inconvenient to get to. The rent was simply unaffordable for our salaries, and staying in hotels long-term was out of the question. At our wits' end, we ran into my college classmate, Xu Jian, on the street. He was also in Shenzhen with his beautiful wife, Xiao Wen, trying his luck. We were all facing the same problem, and in desperation, we decided to share an apartment, which would make the rent affordable for both of us.
　　We quickly found a place that was conveniently located near both of our workplaces, with reasonable rent. It was a unit with a balcony, on the fourth floor of the top floor. We arranged a time to go see the apartment, but when we arrived, we were stunned. There was only one room, similar to a standard hotel room, except for a tiny kitchen that was barely big enough for two people to turn around in.
　　How could two couples possibly live together? We hesitated, but the rent and the convenience of commuting made it hard to give up. After discussing it, we reluctantly moved in, dividing the room in two with a T-shaped curtain, and creating a passageway outside. We agreed to have someone board up the partition when our finances improved. But that was just an excuse; our real thought was to establish ourselves first and quickly save money to rent our own room.
　　Four people crammed into a room of less than 20 square meters—it was definitely inconvenient; people today can't even imagine the difficulties we faced back then. Cooking, using the toilet, and showering were all extremely difficult. The room was so small that the two beds were almost touching; you had to be very quiet to turn over in bed, let alone have any intimate relations. We were newlyweds, and it was natural to have those urges and needs, but we were both highly educated, and although we were open-minded, it was still something we couldn't show to others. Unlike renting a room, we couldn't discuss these things together. We were both very distressed, but we didn't know how to solve it.
　　One week later, my husband and I came home from get off work and found a bulging plastic bag hanging on the door. When we opened it, we found it was full of snacks, two movie tickets, and a note that read: "Sorry to invite you two to the movie. We have some personal matters to attend to at home. Please invite us another day. Best regards."
　　We were both a little dumbfounded, but my husband figured it out first. He smiled and called into the house, saying, "We won't be back before ten o'clock, don't worry, take your time."
　　My classmate's voice came from inside: "Thanks."
　　I stupidly asked, "What are they doing?"
　　My husband laughed without saying a word, put his arm around my shoulder and walked out, saying, "Silly girl, let's do our couple's homework!"
　　My face flushed instantly, and for some reason, I wanted it too. Watching the movie, I was imagining them rolling around in bed, completely oblivious to what was actually happening; my mind was a blank. Just after nine o'clock, the movie ended, and we strolled aimlessly through the streets, hand in hand.
　　Around 9:30, my husband's pager went off. He called back from the nearby convenience store and it was a message from my classmate: "The room is ready, please come home." We were both relieved and hurried home. When we got back, everyone was asleep, probably to avoid any awkwardness.
　　A few days later, one afternoon, my husband and I ate out after get off work. When we got home, it was almost eight o'clock. They weren't there. There was a note on the table: "Our company is having a cocktail party. We'll be back around ten o'clock." There was also a condom under the note. My husband and I looked at each other, then hugged each other, kissing and taking off our clothes. Soon, we were naked in bed.
　　We were both incredibly excited. My husband's hands were trembling as he put on the condom. We started without even turning off the lights; it was the first time we'd made love with the lights on. My husband quickly entered me, and the long-lost pleasure made my whole body tremble. Perhaps because it had been so long since we'd done it, my husband ejaculated quickly, but I was still in a state of extreme excitement. My husband didn't pull out; he kept sucking and licking my earlobes, neck, and nipples—all my sensitive spots. I became even more excited, writhing and squirming, my whole body unbearably itchy. My husband got hard again, and finally, my whole body exploded with pleasure—a feeling I'd never experienced since we got married.
　　We went on like this for over an hour, both of us drenched in sweat, a large, wet human-shaped stain imprinted on the sheets. Looking at the clock, it was past nine. Although we still wanted to continue our intimacy, the thought of them coming home soon made us reluctantly separate and get up. My husband went to boil water, and I busied myself changing the sheets. By the time we had our "couple's bath" and changed, it was almost ten. Seeing that they still hadn't returned, my husband went downstairs to page them, while I cleaned up the mess left after our passionate encounter.
　　Not long after, they returned, saw the sheets I had soaked in the basin, and gave us a sly smile.
　　Perhaps women are especially beautiful when they are happy and content. Plus, I'm a pretty girl to begin with. Xiaowen joked with me in the kitchen, saying, "Happy women become more and more beautiful."
　　I jokingly said, "It's a pity I didn't get to see your happy face that day. When will you let me see it too?"
　　And so, we tacitly looked after each other. Later, the weather got colder, and being outside was truly unbearable. Neither of us wanted the other to wander around aimlessly, so we returned to our previous helpless state. Unsatisfied, I became somewhat anxious. I would try to suppress my feelings at home, but when I was outside, I would vent my anger on my husband, yelling that I regretted coming to Shenzhen. My husband silently endured it. After venting, I would feel sorry for him and then regret it.
　　One night, I was awakened by a low, peculiar moaning sound—they were making love?! I listened intently, and sure enough, the sound was coming from that direction. I looked at my husband; he was already awake, listening intently. Before I could speak, my husband covered my mouth with one hand and wrapped his other arm around me.
　　Hearing the moans and creaking of the bed coming from the other end, my husband and I couldn't resist any longer. My husband's hand slipped inside my pajamas and kneaded my breasts, while my hand slipped inside his underwear and grasped his already erect penis. Neither of us dared to make a sound. Finally, it quieted down, but my husband and I couldn't fall asleep for a long time, yet we dared not do anything.
　　After that night of eavesdropping, my husband and I started cautiously repeating the same practice in the latter half of the night. Later, they probably found out, but we all pretended not to, and no one joked or teased each other about it. We understood each other implicitly, and there were fewer reservations. Our lovemaking time gradually shifted from waiting until we were completely silent in the latter half of the night to our normal bedtime around 10 pm. Sometimes, when we were doing it together, listening to each other's sounds was even more stimulating and exciting. Later, we even stopped lowering our voices when we moaned.
　　And so, both couples lived happily ever after, without incident. A major problem that had been troubling us was resolved so easily. Thinking back to how it felt, it was almost like having an affair. Sex, it seems, needs a touch of mystery to be attractive and alluring.
　　An unexpected embarrassment changed and strengthened the relationship between our two families.
　　转眼间，我们来深圳快一年了，我们相互照顾，彼此都很感激对方的关照，总想找个机会答谢对方一下。过几天，?就是我同学的生日了，刚好又是星期六，他太太提议由他们做东，我们在家里为他老公办个小小的生日庆祝，就我们四个人，提议立刻通过。
　　那天，我们两个女人约好了下班在菜市场见面，买了很多的生、熟菜品，我的同学提了一捆啤酒，我老公买了一瓶大香槟。我们下厨的时候，两位男士在屋里聊天。想想可怜，在一起快一年了，工作压力大，加上居住条件，我们从来都没有时间能坐下来好好聊聊。饭菜上来了，我们撩起了中间的帘子，饭菜就摆在两张床之间由两个方凳拼成的“桌子”上，我们彼此祝福，打开了香槟和啤酒。
　　《合租生活》第2节
　　六月的深圳，酷热难耐，屋里又没有空调，两个风扇不停地吹着。没过多久，我们的衣服就全湿透了。喝着酒，也没觉得特难受，因为更多地出汗，却感觉很畅快。
　　我和小雯的衣服全都贴在身上了，内衣上的花纹透过湿湿的衬衣清晰地显现出来，很是尴尬，我们就到卫生间换上了T恤，我还解掉了胸罩，出来时发现她也解掉了。
　　两个男人也不知什么时候都光膀子了，以前他们是从来不在外人面前光膀子的，今天可能是高兴，加之酒喝多了和天气太热的缘故吧，当时也没有谁觉得有什么不妥。我惊讶地发现我这位老同学的肌肉是如此的发达而且阳刚十足，在学校时我可是从来没有注意过他的。
　　到晚上十一点时，酒都喝光了，大家也都有些醉了，小雯摇摇晃晃去烧水，我们轮流晕晕忽忽地擦了一下身子就各自回到自己的“大帐”里睡觉了。我啤酒喝得太多了，加上又混喝香槟的缘故，意识都有些模糊了。
　　晚上频频起夜，头一直晕晕的。有次起来，厕所有人，我就靠在门边，迷迷糊糊地问：“谁在里面？”门开了，小雯摇摇晃晃地出来了，含混不清地对我说：“我都记不清起来几次了。”
　　我从厕所出来后，扶着墙，迷迷糊糊地回到帐子，一看床上躺着两个人，急忙出来到了另一个帐子，倒在那个熟睡的男人身边，搂着他就睡着了。说也怪，那晚就再也没有起来过。
　　大约早上十点多，我醒来，可还是迷迷糊糊的，睁开眼，看到周围的东西有些陌生，看了看身边的男人，一下子彻底清醒了，我失声惊叫起来，紧接着，那边的帐子也传来惊叫——
　　原来，昨晚我们两个女人上错床了！我急忙跑出来，差点和小雯撞上。回到自己床上，搂着目瞪口呆的丈夫，哭了起来，老公回过神来，拍拍我的肩膀安慰我说：“没事了，没事了，酒喝多了吗，快点，该起床了。”那边我的同学也同样地劝着他哭泣的妻子。
　　男人的安慰让我们安静了下来。大家都起来了，开始收拾昨晚留下的一片狼籍。
　　两个男人谈笑风生，还相约下午去书店，我们两个女人在厨房里配合默契地洗着碗，谁也不说话。这时，就听到屋里两个男人互相调侃开了：“女权运动杀到中国来了，咱们的老婆把咱们俩给换了。”说完大笑。
　　我们俩互看了一眼，也不由自主地笑了。
　　我们俩都想消除彼此间的尴尬，我就没话找话地对她说：“跟他同学四年，想都没想过他，可却发生这样的事，不过说实话，你老公的肌肉够结实的。”
　　她接着我的话说：“你老公也不赖，肌肉虽不很发达，可皮肤细腻着呢，软软的也不错呀，昨晚我就觉得奇怪，还以为是我老公喝酒喝的皮肤发涨变细了呢。”
　　我又开玩笑地说：“看来我们是各得其所啦？”
　　她也开玩笑地说：“你这么满意他，干脆下午我们跟他们一起出去，把老公换过来，体验一下挽着别人老公逛街的感觉。”
　　“行啊。”
　　这时，老公在屋里问：“两个小丫头在密谋什么呢？”
　　许剑也接着说：“我们上的专业书店，你们俩跟着起什么哄？”
　　小雯回敬道：“少跟我谈什么专业，好像只有你们上过大学似的，就这么定了，行也得行，不行也得行！”
　　午饭后，天气热得屋里实在不能待了。我和小雯强忍着酷热，给浑身是汗的男人烧水让他们赶快洗洗，好到楼下凉快去。我们也想洗澡，况且昨晚汗湿的衣服还没洗呢，再不洗就没得换了。
　　终于洗完衣服了，我们俩开始一起冲凉。
　　当两个女人在一个小小的空间里赤裸相见的时候，是最容易打开心扉的时候。不知怎么地，我们说到了各自的床事。
　　我问她：“你老公那方面怎么样？”
　　挺棒的，最好的就是他快射的时候，那种特硬的的感觉，简直爽死啦！你老公呢？”
　　“我老公前戏不错，就是时间短，我还正在兴头上呢，他就射了，他自己也知道，所以射了之后也不自己睡，还是继续刺激我，等我满足之后才睡，有时竟然能做两次。”
　　“我老公很少前戏，上来就进去，每次都把我弄疼。好在他坚持的时间长，慢慢地我也就进入状态了，他们要是匀一匀就好了！”
　　我开玩笑地说：“要不换换？”
　　“不害臊，亏你说得出来。”她拍了我一下，笑着说。
　　我回敬道：“反正我老公你搂过了，你老公我也抱了，有什么呀！”又学着她的口气说：“就这么定了，行也得行，不行也得行！”
　　一阵嬉闹之后，我们换好衣服出来了。
　　来到街上，挽着各自的老公，说说笑笑向书店走去。我和许剑挨着走在中间。没走多远，我就感觉累了，提议休息，两个男人不同意，我就一只手挽住老公，另一只手挽住许剑，跟他们耍赖。
　　那边小雯喊开了：“你也太贪心了吧？”
　　我说：“有什么呀？小气！我把他送给你，这下公平了吧？”说着，把老公推到她那边，又把她的手从许剑的胳膊上扒开，并拽着许剑和他们拉开了距离。
　　我笑着说：“从现在开始，换老公了。”
　　“换就换，有什么呀！”她也毫不客气地挽住了我老公，又装出嗲声嗲气的声音对我老公说：“‘二老公’，咱们走，啊？”
　　“有没有搞错，只听说男人三妻四妾，没听说女人还有‘二老公’的？”老公抗议道。
　　“没办法，时代进步了，现在不是进入女权社会了嘛？！看看这两个小女权份子，唉！”许剑应道，又叹了口气，对我说：“唉！‘二老婆’，我是认命啦。”……
　　我们就这样嘻嘻闹闹地往书店走，一路上，“二老公”、“二老婆”地叫着，真不知当时为何那么开心。
　　时光快乐地走着，我们快乐地生活着。
　　那年夏天，开始流行吊带装，我和她也各买了两套。女人都是比较矛盾的，既想新潮、又怕别人非议，上班是肯定不敢穿的，也不让穿，只有回到家或大家一起上街的时候穿，可这样也在不经意中给她和我惹来麻烦。
　　男人都是一样，看自己的老婆穿得再暴露都没有感觉，但看到别人的老婆穿得稍微超前，就会产生联想，我老公和许剑也不例外。我老公经常不自觉地看小雯外露的肩膀高耸的胸部，许剑也故做无意地盯着我的胸部和大腿。特别是我们两个女人晚上临睡前的冲凉后，因为准备睡觉了，都卸掉了胸罩，乳投格外明显和若隐若现的时候。
　　我们都习惯在厨房刷牙，可那个厨房太小了，放了锅灶，两个人都很难错身，而水池又可恶地设计在中间。他们要从我们身后过去，我们就得尽力靠在水池边上，即使他们尽力往后靠，还是会有一个瞬间需要紧密地贴一下。
　　以前还没什么，自打我们穿吊带和短裤以来，几乎每次我都能感觉到同学那个东西硬?硬地顶到我的屁股上，开始搞得我每次都是红着脸出来。我老公也一样，好几次我看到同学的老婆从厨房出来脸都红红的。真是没有办法，急不得，恼不得，时间长了，也就无奈地习惯了。
　　一个星期天的中午，同学夫妇出去购物，老公嫌家里热，到公司练计算机去了。我冲完凉，想着他们两口不在，就没有穿内衣，坐在小板凳上洗我和老公换下的衣服。
　　这时，许剑突然回来了，进来就直直地盯着我的胸部看，原来，我坐得低，吊带开口又大，从上方看，我的两个乳防暴露无遗。
　　“忘什么东西了？”
　　“没有。遇到老婆的死党，结伴买衣服去了，不让我跟着，就把我赶回来了。”
　　见他站在我面前好一会不动，我才猛然醒悟过来，急忙站了起来，排解难堪地说：“把你们的盆借我用一下。”
　　他也感觉有些不好意思，急忙进了他们的帐子去给我取盆。
　　我换了个坐的方向继续洗我的衣服，可他一会进厨房洗手，一会又来洗毛巾，在我面前走了好几个来回。每次都没话找话地在我面前停留，我知道他在干什么，可又没办法说，就索性不理会他了，反正看见摸不着。
　　在学校时我们关系不错，经常抬杠、辩论、开玩笑，可这样涉及个人身体的事情却从未有过。
　　最后，我实在忍不住了，就冲他喊：“嗨！看够没有？”
　　他没想到我会这么问，愣了一下，冲我嘿嘿了两声，说：“好风光就是让人欣赏的嘛。”
　　“想看？看你老婆的去。”
　　“她的，早看够了。在学校时还真没看出来，你这么有女人味。”
　　我拿水撩他，让他滚。
　　他反而嘻嘻起来：“老封建！看看还犯法？”
　　“你还不走？”
　　“就这样走了，我一下午都会魂不守舍的。”
　　“听这意思，你还准备看一下午了？”
　　“这主意不错，可还是不够刺激。”
　　“没看出来，你小子来深圳还真学成了，赶快滚。”
　　“没办法，谁让深圳是咱中国改革的前沿呢，在这儿的每个人都有探索的义务，你说呢？”
　　“就你？你来探索？别丢人了！快滚，快滚。”
　　“为什么我就不能探索？”
　　“你？别说我瞧不起你，你都能探索什么？”
　　“比如，探索中国新时期的伦理观、美学，还有都市性科学等等。”
　　“恶心，我都想吐了。”
　　“真是个老?封建！就是像你这样的人阻碍着科学的探索进程。”
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　　“哎呀，看来小女子真是罪孽深重，阻碍了我们当代最伟大的社会学者进行关乎民族危亡的探索了！”
　　“知道错了吧！想怎么弥补你对中华民族犯下的罪孽呢？”
　　“快死去！快死去！越说你还来劲了。”
　　“是你说的自己罪孽深重，怎么倒成我的不是啦？真是应了孟子的话了：‘唯小人与女子为难养也’。哎，喝水不？”
　　“看来咱俩是同时验证孟老夫子的话了，跟你瞎掰了这么半天，还真有点渴了，给我倒杯水，就恕你无罪。”
　　一会儿，他端了两杯凉白开过来。“喂，搁哪儿？”
　　我当时满手肥皂，看了看四周，也真没地方搁，就对他说：“眼睛闭上，端过来。”
　　“你也忒不讲理了吧？唉，谁让咱命苦呢！”说着，就蹲下来，把水送到我嘴边，“说实在的，其实你才应该闭上眼，这样我会自在点。”
　　我含了一口水，做出要吐他的样子。他跳到一边，“喂！喂！喂！真是好心不得好报。”
　　“你好心？黑心差不多！满肚子坏水。我真是搞不懂你们男人，特别是你们结过婚的男人。有那么好看吗？水！”
　　他边喂我喝水边说：“这你就不懂啦，现在不是原始社会，自从人们穿上衣服后，女人的胸部就是她们最显著的外部生理特征，靠这个吸引异性呢，异性不关注才有问题呢？”
　　在我喝水的时候，他的眼睛就没离开我的胸部，我也不再回避他，他的眼睛也大胆起来。
　　“帮我把水倒了，再接盆水给我。”
　　他把水放到我面前，接着说：“亏你还是受过高等教育的人呢，以后别说是我同学哦，什么都不懂。”
　　“去死吧，你。歪理邪说你是一套一套的，你就这样来研究新时代的社会学呀，丢人。”
　　“你不懂就承认自己不懂，可别亵渎科学啊！我就不信了，你们女人对男人身体就没有那种一探究竟的感觉？”
　　“你还真说着啦，据我所知，多数女人对男人的身体在视觉感官上是没有什么需求的。你看世界上有那么多的男人杂志，受欢迎的里面都少不了裸体女人的照片。可有几本女人杂志里是有裸男的？我承认，女人对男人肯定有某种感官的需求，但不是视觉上的，而是实在的接触和心的相通。所以，在‘性’这方面，女人是理性的人，而男人是动物。”
　　“经典！没看出来呀！你说的还真有些道理。所以，男人不能用展示身体来满足女人，应该有亲密的肢体接触，而女人满足男人的方法就很多，有时候，只要让男人看她们就够了，可真正的满足，男女是没有什么区别的，都需要身体的深度接触。”
　　“这我同意，可有一点你说得不完全对，女人也需要视觉冲击的。一个帅哥和一个普通的男人，让女人兴奋的程度就不一样，说女人找帅哥是为了炫耀吧，可床闺之事谁会让别人看呢？还有，女人看黄片也会兴奋的。反正我也说不清楚，不过，很多女人不喜欢裸体男人照片倒是真的。”
　　“女人的这种心理我是真的不了解。可社会的发展是会影响女人的喜好的，你认为呢？”
　　“这我承认，早先的女人有谁敢穿得像现在这样，包括自己正常的性欲需求，哪个女人敢主动提出来？压抑自己的需求好像才是‘名门正派’，主动追求倒成了‘邪教异类’了。我发现深圳这里就比咱们那里开放，也更合乎人的天性。帮我换一下水。”
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他帮我换了水，却好像在沉思，我不知道触动他的哪根筋了。过了好一会儿，他才缓缓地说：“你看过这方面的书吗？”
　　“我上哪儿看去？只是随便说说自己的感受罢了。好像中国目前还没有这方面的书，你想想，‘文革’期间这些谁敢研究？这才开放了几年，可直到现在，‘性’的问题还是个‘禁区’，谁去研究呢？”
　　“那就你这个新时代女性而言，你目前最关心你的什么问题呢？“
　　“你指那方面？”
　　“男人和女人之间的事，生理上和心理上的。”
　　“心理上的说不清楚，生理上就多了，害怕变胖、皮肤不好，还有就是你们男人感兴趣的胸部啦，反正很多，每个人的情况不同，关心的方面也就不一样。你们呢？”
　　“心理上的也是说不清楚，生理上的主要是性功能方面，说来你别不信，好与不好主要取决于你们女人的反应。”
　　“你们什么时候关心过我们的感受？都是满足自己的需要。”
　　“这你就错了，女人的兴奋反应是对我们最好的鼓励。”
　　我突然注意到，在我们谈论这些问题时，他好像对我的胸部失去了兴趣，一直是看着我的脸在说话，男人真是奇怪。这时，他接着说：“一个男人越爱他的妻子，就越在意是否能满足她。”
　　“再帮我换盆水。你还真像个在研究社会问题的假学者。”
　　他放下水，说：“什么话？来，我帮你涮吧？”
　　我还真是累了，就站了起来。他坐在板凳上开始涮衣服，我突然后悔了——那里面有我的胸罩和内裤，可已经没办法了，只好由着他去。
　　我有些渴了，就去倒水。这时，就听他说：“给我倒一杯。”
　　我端着两杯水回来，就听他继续说：“研究这些问题，没有你们女人的配合是绝对不行的，就像今天你说的那些，我是无论如何也想不到的，而且也根本不可能知道从女人的角度是怎么看这些个问题的。”
　　“你恭维得太蹩脚了。来，喝点水吧。”我说着，就蹲下身子，把水送到他的嘴边，他一口气和光了杯里的水，目光又集中在我的胸部。
　　“说句实话，你的胸部真的很完美，好想摸一下。”
　　“下流！”我说着就把我杯里剩下的半杯水浇在了他的脖子里。
　　他夸张地惊叫起来：“你也太毒了吧？！我就说说嘛。”
　　“说错话是要受到惩罚的，活该！”
　　“你等着，别落在我手里。”
　　"So what if it's in your hands? Hey, how big is your wife's?"
　　"It's about the same size as you, but not as white. Okay, I'm done washing it. How are you going to thank me?"
　　"Beautiful lady, please hang it out for me."
　　After we finished hanging the clothes and returned inside, I brewed a pot of tea and said to him, "Here, have some tea as a way of thanking me."
　　"Is this how you thank me?"
　　"Then how else do you want me to thank you?"
　　"Let me touch it."
　　"Get lost."
　　"Oh dear, all my afternoon work was for nothing."
　　"You really want to touch it?"
　　He paused for a moment, then grinned at me mischievously and said, "Of course I want to."
　　We argued back and forth, laughing and joking, for a while, and finally, I don't know how, we agreed. We agreed that he would be blindfolded and could only touch me once, and he agreed. So, he blindfolded himself with a towel, and I grabbed his hand and slipped it under my tank top, placing it on my breast. He gently grasped my breast, kneading it. I can't quite describe the feeling, but it was definitely quite comfortable. He became the first man besides my husband to touch my breast. He greedily slid his hand over my breast, lingering there.
　　Although I was enjoying myself, I was also very clear-headed and afraid that he would ask for more, so I said, "Hey, is that enough?"
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"We agreed on one minute, but it's not over yet."
　　"Okay, okay, let go now." I said, grabbing his hand and trying to pull him away, but he gripped even tighter, pinching my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. The more I pulled, the tighter he held on.
　　"You're hurting me. Let go, or I'll get angry."
　　He still didn't let go, but used his other hand to pull down the towel over my eyes, looked at my breasts and said, "I've only ever heard of snow-white skin before, and I thought it was nonsense, but today I finally believe it."
　　"Stop talking nonsense and let go."
　　"Let me kiss you one more time and I'll let go."
　　I had no choice, and besides, I didn't really dislike him, so I nodded and let go of his hand.
　　 Section 4 of "Shared Living"
　　He bent down, pressed himself against my chest, and removed the strap from my left shoulder, suckling at my nipple. It was tingling and ticklish, so comfortable, that I involuntarily took a deep breath. He sensed my consent and suckled intently. I looked down at him, unconsciously stroking his hair. His suckling awakened my natural maternal instincts; I comfortably enjoyed his caresses, stroking his hair.
　　My consciousness began to blur. I don't know how he did it, but when I opened my eyes, I found myself shirtless, with him sucking on my breasts. I felt like I couldn't take it anymore, so I gently said to him, "Okay, get up." At the same time, I lifted his face with both hands and kissed his forehead. He looked at me obediently, stood up, and slowly pulled me into his arms.

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