My ex-girlfriend - Du Juan

My ex-girlfriend, Du Juan
, was a poor loser. She didn't do well on the college entrance exam and went to a second-rate university in her province. Throughout college, she was always a mess, with unkempt hair and a wild, overgrown beard.

She was far from handsome, and she was always frugal, trying to save money. Occasionally, she'd go to internet cafes to meet up with Sora Aoi and have a chat with Kaede Matsushima.

If I were a woman, I wouldn't even be interested in her, let alone others.

So, she remained single throughout college.

After graduation, she became a "Beijing drifter."

There were very few women in her company, and coupled with her introverted personality and lack of experience interacting with women, her single status remained a constant companion.

Over time, she felt restless and desperately needed a woman to sleep with.

So, I added friends on QQ whenever I had a spare moment, and surprisingly, I actually managed to hook up with one. Her screen name was "Big Bird," and I later learned her real name was Du Juan. I don't remember exactly what we talked about, but I remember first listening to her vent about being lost about the future. Then, of course, I sincerely offered her advice and guidance to build trust.

Then, I casually asked her if she had a boyfriend. At first, she was reluctant to answer, quite guarded. Of course, I sent her a sly emoji with a "hehe" on it.

Xiao Juan gave a coquettish hum and asked what I wanted.

I saw an opportunity.

Since she pretended to be angry and acted coquettishly, I naturally fell for it and comforted her, expressing my concern.

Gradually, we became more familiar, and I chatted less with her. I learned that she was a senior at university in Beijing, about to graduate.

We even exchanged phone numbers.

At that time, we mainly chatted on QQ, and although we exchanged phone numbers, we never actually contacted each other by phone.

One day, I suddenly received a call from her, saying she wanted to come see me.

I was at work at the time, and I hesitated for a moment, but then I thought, it's rare for her to take the initiative to see me, so I was quite looking forward to it.

Because she didn't have a single photo on her QQ space, and I had asked her for one before but she hadn't agreed. She said she didn't like taking photos, so I never knew what she looked like.

So I agreed to meet her that day, and then I told her my company address. Less than an hour later, she found me downstairs. It was summer, and we described our outfits on our phones as we looked

for each other. When I first saw her, I wouldn't say I was stunning. She was wearing a pink sheer blouse, a narrow white leather belt around her waist, denim shorts, and slightly heeled sandals. She was holding a bottle of mineral water, which she kept fiddling with. She

was at least 1.7 meters tall, and when she stood next to me, she was only slightly shorter than me.

She had a larger frame, while I was rather thin, so we didn't seem very well-matched standing together.

Her face had a slightly long chin and a somewhat flat shape. She

wasn't exactly beautiful. I was

a little disappointed.

However, given that she didn't like taking pictures, I figured she wouldn't be very pretty, so I was somewhat prepared.

Her breasts were only an A cup; I didn't really have a concept of breast size at the time, and they just looked flat with a slight bulge. Of course, I didn't dare look too closely on our first meeting.

For a single guy like me who'd been single for over ten years, I wasn't picky, so overall I was quite satisfied.

Then, with a smile, I quickly ran up to her and shyly greeted her.

I was still quite shy back then, and we slowly walked and chatted downstairs at the company. I asked her why she suddenly thought of coming to see me. I don't remember her answer, but I think she said she was graduating soon and looking for a job. She had finished her interview that morning and had nothing to do, so she suddenly wanted to see me.

I smiled in response. I don't remember what we talked about after that, only that I said I was at work and probably wouldn't be able to stay long, and then we agreed to meet again on Saturday.

I then took her to the subway station, and throughout the whole process, I was beaming.

I was quite pleased with myself.

When I got back to the office, she messaged me on QQ, asking if I was disappointed. I was quite surprised

. Didn't she see my radiant smile, like a lovesick girl? Despite my surprise, I quickly explained that I wasn't disappointed, that I was very satisfied with her, and that I was willing to meet again. I

also said that I really wanted to pursue her and have her be my girlfriend. So

I confessed my feelings, and then explained that it's hard to get time off work, which is why I took her away.

Later I found out that she had come all the way to see me, but we only talked for about ten minutes before I sent her away, and she was quite disappointed.

She came with high hopes, only to leave disappointed.

The poster later realized he deserved to have failed to win a girlfriend for so many years; his actions back then had indeed hurt her feelings.

Finally, Saturday arrived, only to be a cloudy day, but that didn't dampen their enthusiasm for meeting.

The poster has a bad memory, so he couldn't remember where they met or how they met, only that she was wearing that thin pink spaghetti-strap blouse with a white bra underneath.

While walking, he tried to hold her hand; she symbolically tried to pull away, but failed and then let him hold it.

He felt a surge of secret joy.

He thought that from that moment on, she should be his girlfriend, even though he hadn't explicitly asked her to be his girlfriend.

He couldn't remember where they went that day, only that after exiting the subway, it started raining heavily. They exited through the same escalator, and there weren't many people there, so he suggested that since there was no one around and they couldn't leave anytime soon, they could just stay and watch the rain.

She didn't have any particular idea, so she just let me do as I pleased. We just stood there, watching the rain pour down. I felt so peaceful. I tried to pull her into my arms, and she obediently rested her head on my shoulder. I put one arm around her waist and gently stroked her back, trying to hold her tightly.

I couldn't help but whisper "I love you" in her ear. She wrapped her arms around my waist, seemingly giving a soft "hmm," or perhaps just tightening her embrace.

I think to a girl, this would be considered romantic—the rain beside her, her lover in her arms, sweet words whispered in her ear.

Suddenly, I felt so grateful for the rain, allowing us to hold each other on our first date—it was progressing so quickly!

We stood there for a full hour.

Many people passed by that exit during that time, and I tried various ways to hold her.

I hugged her from behind, around the waist and then her chest. She resisted slightly, but since I only passed my arm across her chest and didn't actually touch her breasts, she reluctantly accepted it.

We would separate when someone walked by.

I also tried to play with her bra strap with one hand on her shoulder, or slip my arm under her arm to tease her breasts, but of course, I didn't dare go too far. She seemed a little annoyed, so I stopped.

Then I held her quietly, and I don't know when, but suddenly I saw a few clear tears fall from her eyes.

Somewhat flustered, I asked her what was wrong, but she didn't speak. Her tears seemed even more uncontrollable. So I hugged her tightly, apologized, and said I would behave myself from now on and never lay a hand on her again. I told her how much I cared, how much I loved her, how much I couldn't live without her, but I just couldn't control myself and touched her. Then I hugged her even tighter.

In the end, her tears stopped.

Then she just let me hold her obediently. As

evening approached, the rain went from torrential to a drizzle, and then gradually stopped. I didn't dare to do anything too outrageous that day. With a little reluctance, I took her back to school. At that time, she hadn't graduated yet and was still living at the school.

Not long after I left, I immediately called to check on her, consolidating the gains of the day. We cuddled for a full hour

before I reluctantly hung up.

From then on, I finally escaped the status of a single dog.

After that, as time went by, their relationship became more defined, though they had their share of arguments. Two months later, she graduated, moved out of the school, and rented a small partitioned room.

Before, she lived on campus, while I had only recently arrived in Beijing and rented an apartment similar to a student dormitory, with six or seven people sharing one room.

Therefore, we didn't have any private space together, and although I was itching to be alone, I didn't know where to start.

Since Xiao Dujuan rented this partitioned room, my feelings started stirring again.

I wanted to visit her whenever I had free time.

At first, she was reluctant to let me go, but after my persistent pleading, she finally took me there one day.

I remember the hallway was quite dark; I had to turn two or three times to reach her small room. It was divided into three small cubicles, and she lived in the middle one.

A couple lived on her left, and another girl lived on her right.

Inside the small room was a single bed with a computer desk beside it. A few personal belongings hung sparsely on the wall. The room had no windows, making it rather dim; even during the day, the lights needed to be on to see anything. Xiao Dujuan followed me into the room and closed the door behind her. I no longer cared about looking around. I turned around, chuckled coldly, and moved closer to her. Dujuan glared at me angrily and said in a low voice, "What are you doing?" She pushed me away, and I took a step back, immediately following with my foot, chuckling slyly as I moved closer again.

Dujuan was about to speak again when I had her pressed against the door behind her. I placed my hands on her shoulders, holding her in place, my chest pressing against her soft breasts, pressing her tightly against the door. Before she could speak, I lightly kissed her lips.

I gave her a light kiss, then immediately pulled away, whispering in her ear, "Don't be afraid, be good, close your eyes."

Before she could answer, I kissed her red lips deeply again.

I kissed her from every angle, slowly wetting her lips, and began to tease them with my tongue.

Her hands, which had been supporting her against my ribs, slowly slid down to my waist; my hands, which had been pressed against the wall, moved to her waist, gently stroking it through the soft, silky fabric. She gently twisted her waist, seemingly trying to free herself from my hands, or perhaps encouraging them. At this moment, Du Juan's eyes were gently closed, her long eyelashes clearly visible, fluttering slightly. Her cheeks were rosy, radiating a shy charm that made her exceptionally beautiful.

After kissing her for a while, I slowly pulled away from her lips.

Du Juan shyly opened her eyes slightly, seemingly confused as to why she had suddenly stopped. Her eyes were filled with shyness, her gaze alluring, and her breath came in short gasps, as if she had no strength left. Her not-so-high breasts heaved violently as she seemed to be suppressing her breathing, making her all the more tempting.

Gone was her usual domineering air.

I smiled gently at

her, complimented her "So beautiful," and kissed her again.

She immediately closed her watery eyes.

This time, I tried to pry open her teeth directly with my tongue, encountering almost no resistance. Du Juan readily opened her small mouth.

My tongue, once inside, immediately began to explore restlessly.

Finally, it found that elusive little tongue.

Soon, the two moist little things were intertwined.

I greedily swallowed the sweet saliva, capturing her little tongue and plundering it greedily, seemingly never tiring of it.

My restless left hand climbed upwards, slowly covering her not-so-high breasts, gently kneading and squeezing them through the soft bra.

I tried to tease the adorable nipples.

I faintly heard a suppressed "hmm" from Du Juan's throat, which acted like a catalyst, instantly igniting my passion.

I kept reminding myself not to rush things, or I might miss my chance.

My left hand, already impatient with the bra, secretly unhooked it from behind.

My hands eagerly moved to the front, accurately cupping her full, firm breasts.

This was the first time in my life I had felt those lovely breasts so clearly and unhindered.

I had fantasized and dreamed about them countless times, and today it had finally come true.

That soft feeling, that pleasurable sensation of my nipples sliding between my fingers, made me caress them again and again with unrestrained pleasure. By now, her thin gauze blouse had been pushed up over her breasts.

A suppressed moan seemed to escape Du Juan's throat uncontrollably. At this moment, Du Juan's body was tense, her arms wrapped around my neck.

I tried to remove her bra and blouse from Du Juan's body, and a "no" came from her throat, but it sounded so weak.

My Du Juan wasn't particularly beautiful; she was just average-looking.

But she had a sweet voice, her words melodious and pleasant to hear, like a gentle breeze or a refreshing spring.

At this moment, any sound coming from her throat had an unparalleled magic for me.

I think she could feel my body trembling slightly with excitement.

I whispered comforting words in her ear, trying to soothe her tension and worry.

The top finally slipped off Du Juan's body. She shyly crossed her arms over her chest, her face flushed, her head bowed like a schoolchild who had done something wrong.

I leaned closer, pulling her waist close to mine.

I gently lifted her chin, looking into her eyes and praising her beauty.

I saw a faint smile on her lips.

I gently pulled her arms down, and she pressed her body tightly against mine, as if afraid I would see her breasts.

I kissed her neck, breathing warm air into her ear.

Her head tilted back, accepting my kiss.

A soft moan escaped her throat; I guessed her neck and ears were her most sensitive areas.

I continued kissing her neck, licking her earlobe.

"Mmm...mmm...ah...ah" sounds echoed from her throat, her head swaying as if trying to escape me, yet also as if responding. Her

body twisted and turned in my arms.

My hands were naturally not idle either. Now that there was no clothing to obstruct them, my hands caressed her back and breasts.

I could clearly feel Du Juan's body temperature rising.

Her skin became slightly hot.

I thought she must be aroused.

"Mmm...mmm" sounds echoed in my ears.

Like an aphrodisiac, I was also affected. At this moment, Du Juan's head was thrown back forcefully.

A suppressed "Ah" escaped her lips.

I pressed her against the door, squeezing her soft breasts with my chest.

My hands were free, and taking advantage of her dazed state, I unbuttoned her shorts.

She seemed not to notice at all.

Or perhaps she had already acquiesced.

Then I gently pulled down her zipper,

inch by inch, until it was completely undone.

Then I embraced Du Juan's smooth, white back and pulled her away from the door,

making her stand up straight.

At this moment, her cute little shorts quietly slipped down to her knees, to her ankles.

I also took the opportunity to pull off my shorts, stepping on them, my erect penis throbbing restlessly in my boxer shorts, trying to break free from this last restraint.

Du Juan seemed to realize that her clothes were being taken off piece by piece.

She kept saying "no,"

but couldn't stop moaning softly.

I kept whispering sweet nothings in her ear.

My hands slid down to her round, plump buttocks,

squeezing and kneading them forcefully.

The flesh on her buttocks was so soft.

Our lower bodies were pressed together through our underwear.

I think she must have felt my erection too.

At this moment, Du Juan seemed to be struggling internally.

She didn't seem to want to lose her virginity so easily, yet she also seemed to enjoy my caresses.

She kept saying "no... um... um... no... husband," her body twisting and turning,

as if trying to get rid of me.

I kept softly calling her name,

saying words of love to her,

promising to treat her well in the future,

to take responsibility for her, and to marry her.

I kept telling her how charming she was, how bleak life would be without her.

Du Juan's struggles became weaker and weaker.

Her "um... ah..." sounds grew louder and louder.

I felt the time was right to take the next step.

So I gently moved my lower body, rubbing my erect penis against her panties, abandoning my usual sweet talk. My free tongue took her firm, rosy nipple into my mouth.

As I slowly licked her nipple, I stole glances at her expression. I saw my little Du Juan occasionally biting her lips, her facial muscles seemingly trying to suppress pleasure.

She let out suppressed moans.

The moment I bit her nipple, "Ah..." Du Juan

let out a soft cry, a long, comfortable moan .

Suddenly realizing she was making too much noise, she quickly bit her lips again.

I intensified my attack, pushing her back against the door, my tongue pressing firmly against her nipple, rubbing it

occasionally. I gently bit it.

My right hand changed position

, directly touching her pink panties. Du Juan shuddered, her body trembling slightly. I ignored her reaction, my fingers slowly rubbing back and forth between her labia through her panties.

Du Juan seemed to be reaching her limit, tightly gripping my head with both hands and pressing me between her breasts. My fingers could clearly feel that Du Juan's panties were already somewhat wet.

After a short while of fiddling, the wetness quickly spread.

Her large buttocks wiggled, trying to get rid of my fingers.

Seeing that the time was right, I gently pulled her panties down a few centimeters, no longer letting them cling tightly to her vulva.

With a flick of my fingers, I could easily feel a few clumps of pubic hair playfully peeking out. At this point, the panties were practically useless, and my fingers could feel the sticky, slippery texture on her labia.

Du Juan tried to press her lower body against me, attempting to render my fingers useless, but I wasn't going to let her succeed. Of course, I pulled back a bit.

My fingers pressed against Du Juan's clitoris.

Du Juan let out a soft cry and pounded on my back with both hands, but I ignored her.

My fingers continued to move nimbly, and Du Juan's buttocks wiggled violently, her mouth uttering incoherent cries of "Husband...no...no...husband."

I pinned her buttocks against the door, preventing her from retreating any further, and temporarily removed my fingers from her vulva.

She breathed a sigh of relief, as if granted a reprieve.

Before she could even react, Du Juan's earlobe was in my mouth again.

Then came a flurry of kisses on her face.

Sometimes I silenced her with a kiss,

sometimes I attacked her neck.

Taking advantage of her momentary daze as her head tilted back, I freed my hand and pulled my penis out of my underwear. The glans was already exposed, throbbing incessantly. I parted Du Juan's underwear with my fingers, rubbing it against her labia before spreading them open.

Pressing my thumb against the glans, I found the right spot, and with a gentle thrust of my hips, the glans slid between her labia.

Du Juan seemed a bit overwhelmed at this point, trying to avoid my tongue while simultaneously dealing with my "fingers," seemingly unable to understand what was moving on her labia.

I pressed down on the head of my penis with my left hand, letting it slide up and down between her labia. By now, her labia were already wet and slippery, and Du Juan couldn't help but gently wiggle her buttocks to match my grinding. The head of my penis gradually slid down, feeling as if it had reached an opening. Du Juan seemed to sense something was amiss, and at this point, I wasn't going to give her a chance to refuse.

I pressed down hard on her buttocks with both hands, thrusting my lower back forward. Du Juan let out a long hiss, suddenly realizing she had screamed too loudly. She buried her head, biting my shoulder hard with her teeth, her small hands weakly pounding my back.

I only felt that my lower body was completely inside, my entire penis tightly surrounded, feeling the wet heat inside her vagina. The head of my penis throbbed inside, but it was tightly bound by her vagina, seemingly unable to move.

Du Juan seemed surprised that their last line of defense had been breached so inexplicably, even though neither of them had taken off their underwear. She became somewhat hysterical, large tears rolling down her cheeks. She struggled backward, seemingly trying to shake off the intruder. But I wouldn't let her go. I held her firmly against the door, my penis thrusting forward, pressing her tightly against it.

Du Juan frowned, as if the struggle had aggravated her wound, and she dared not struggle any further.

Large tears streamed down her face, her lips pouting in grievance. I kept kissing her cheeks, kissing her pouting lips, kissing the tears dripping down her cheeks, comforting her from time to time, telling her not to move, reminding her that moving would only cause more pain.

I also told her that the first penetration would hurt more, but it would lessen soon.

I also temporarily stopped my advances.

Du Juan seemed resigned to her fate, holding me motionless, only sobbing incessantly, her chest heaving, and she had already released the small bite she had taken on my shoulder.

I secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

I kept repeating to her that I would love her, cherish her, and pity her, promising that I would only love her for the rest of my life.

If she was willing, I was willing to be the husband she always talked about.

Seeing that her emotions had calmed down a little

, Du Juan pouted even more, complaining to me with a wronged expression, "You hurt me so much, you didn't show me any tenderness at all, and you said you cherished me, you just lied to me!" As she spoke, a few tears fell. She

looked like a wronged little wife, indescribably endearing.

I chuckled and explained shamelessly, "If you insert it all the way in, it only hurts for a moment. If you insert it slowly, it will hurt more." As I spoke, I cupped her face, wiped away her tears with my thumb, and gave a mischievous smile.

Du Juan gave a soft snort, threw herself into my arms, and lightly hit me, saying, "Anyway, I don't care, you're so bad."

Seeing her start to act coquettishly, I felt relieved and echoed her, "Yes, yes, I'm bad, I'm really bad, okay?" Then I chuckled mischievously.

Seeing that the time was right, I whispered gently in her ear, "From now on, you'll be my wife, and I'll love you dearly." Du Juan couldn't resist my gentle and affectionate tone. Every time she heard such tender words, she would obediently nestle in my arms like a little lamb.

She would obediently murmur "Mmm," her voice trembling with tears, making her incredibly endearing.

So I told her to take off her pants. At this moment, her denim shorts were still hanging on her ankles. Her legs were pressed tightly together, and the position was slightly uncomfortable for me, with my penis inside her warm, wet vagina.

She seemed reluctant and murmured "Mmm," but still obediently and slowly lifted one leg, pulling it out from under her pants.

She complained, "My pants are all on the floor." I chuckled and didn't reply.

Ignoring whether her other leg was out, I slightly parted her legs.

My penis gently pushed forward a little, penetrating deeper.

Silently, I savored the feeling of my glans being tightly enveloped by soft flesh, a wave of pleasure washing over me.

She furrowed her brow slightly, leaning on my shoulder and saying it hurt.

I gently stroked her hair to comfort her, saying, "I'll move gently, just bear with it, it'll stop hurting soon." She didn't reply, but hugged me even tighter, seemingly waiting for my next move.

Seeing this, I wrapped my other arm around her waist, restraining her, and slightly pulled my hips back. My penis withdrew about a centimeter, and my little Du Juan couldn't take it anymore, letting out a soft cry, "Husband, it hurts." I ignored her and immediately thrust in all the way. The instant I reached the bottom, I heard a soft, comfortable "Mmm" from deep within Du Juan's throat, her body instantly tensing.

She hugged me tightly.

Seeing that she seemed to be gradually adapting to the feeling of my large penis inside, I continued to gently thrust in and out, always keeping my penis deep inside my lovely little Du Juan. Du Juan's body was no longer as stiff as before, and each thrust of my penis was no longer as awkward as it had been at first, becoming increasingly smooth.

Du Juan lay on my shoulder, her head tilted to the side, letting out soft moans, "Mmm...mmm..." Her voice was so low, so suppressed, yet so melodious, like heavenly music reaching my ears; it was also a kind of encouragement.

Du Juan no longer cried out in pain; I thought she had gotten used to it.

I slowly increased the depth of my thrusts, but I didn't dare pull my penis out completely. My penis only moved slightly at the deepest point, but each time it went all the way in. I could feel the glans slightly swelling inside Du Juan's vagina. That swollen feeling, with each thrust, was pressed and scraped by the tender flesh, and waves of pleasurable pleasure came from the glans. The gurgling of her vaginal fluid accompanied the soft moans, so erotic. A mellow smell wafted from our point of contact, seemingly filling the entire room. I whispered in Du Juan's ear, telling her how comfortable her vagina felt, expressing how much I loved her at that moment.

Du Juan, seemingly affected by my blunt and lewd words, initially appeared a little shy.

However, I could still sense her initiative. Each time I thrust deeply, she subtly arched her hips forward, the movement almost imperceptible; and there was her reluctance to pull out each time.

With this level of thrusting, Du Juan felt no pain, so I slightly increased the speed, my breathing becoming heavier.

Du Juan's soft moans grew more rapid.

"Mmm, mmm, husband.

Ah...mmm...oh...gentle...it hurts..." As my thrusts quickened, Du Juan disregarded her reserve, vigorously cooperating with my movements.

Her cries grew louder, seemingly no longer caring if others could hear.

I felt my glans growing increasingly numb and tingling, fearing I would ejaculate too soon.

So I thrust all the way in, firmly securing Du Juan against the door, and stopped withdrawing.

Du Juan seemed unaware that I had stopped, her buttocks still twitching a few times, as if somewhat displeased that I had stopped.

I looked at Du Juan slyly.

Du Juan suddenly noticed me looking at her like that, and suddenly realized something. Her little buttocks stopped, her face flushed red with embarrassment, she lightly slapped me, scolded me for being naughty, and buried her face deeply.

I said let's change places, standing isn't comfortable, let's lie down on the bed.

She hummed softly.

So I bent down and used my strength to hold her buttocks, letting her wrap herself around me. I slowly moved towards the edge of the bed, and when we reached the headboard, I twisted my waist, and we both rolled onto the bed at the same time, with her on top of me, our private parts still joined.

I kicked off my shoes and helped Du Juan kick off her sandals.

We rolled onto the bed.

The two small panties, although not in the way, were uncomfortable between our thighs.

I thought that at this point, she wouldn't refuse my entry anymore, and there wouldn't be any problems if I pulled out my penis.

So I suggested taking off the panties.

Du Juan, lying on the bed, seemed even more shy, not daring to open her eyes, only nodding slightly.

I looked down, watching my penis slowly withdraw from Du Juan's vagina, revealing a patch of pink, tender flesh. Her plump labia parted, and inside, a ring of pink, moist labia tightly gripped my glans, opening and closing, making it seem as if my glans was reluctant to leave.

Du Juan let out a soft moan, seemingly in great pain as the large glans was stuck there.

I figured it was her first time having sex, and her vagina was still so tight. My glans was already engorged with blood, looking unusually menacing. It must be painful for it to be stuck there. So, I reluctantly pulled back, and my glans jumped out, nodding in the air. Her vagina even made a "pop" sound, releasing glistening, clear vaginal fluid that flowed down her buttocks.

I quickly pulled down Du Juan's panties, and she obediently lifted her buttocks, letting me pull them down and throw them on the bedside table.

Then, in a few quick movements, she tore off the last piece of cloth covering herself.

I pried open Du Juan's legs, which she had clenched tightly when I wasn't looking, and only then did I have a chance to carefully observe her beautiful triangle.

Du Juan's pubic hair was neatly coiled at her lower abdomen, forming an inverted triangle, while the pubic hair on the sides of her labia was sparse and not very neat. Her

two labia majora were soft and smooth, dotted with drops of vaginal fluid, glistening like pearls in the overhead light.

A firm clitoris was encased between the two layers of skin. I carefully extended two fingers and peeled back the skin, revealing the tender red clitoris. Du Juan, seeing me lying on her genitals looking at her, was already so ashamed that she covered her head and face with a thin blanket.

The moment I touched her sensitive area, she shuddered, her legs involuntarily clamping together.

My head was between her legs, instantly trapped.

I slipped my hands between her legs, pressing down to separate them, while simultaneously using my arms to hold her waist and legs in place.

I took a deep breath and couldn't resist lowering my head to take her erect clitoris into my mouth. Du Juan shuddered again, seemingly trying to pull back, but I naturally followed suit, not letting her escape. My tongue flicked out, circling her pink clitoris, and I sucked. Du Juan let out a soft gasp, a muffled sound coming from under the thin blanket, the muffled tone through my pants making me feel an overwhelming sense of conquest.

A "No, it's dirty"

came from under the blanket; I think she hadn't expected me to lick her there.

I mumbled words of love for her, saying I didn't think she was dirty, and continued to lick her clitoris with all my might.

I think she was moved; a few tears rolled down her cheeks.

Her waist arched upwards, as if she wanted me to lick her harder. Suppressed "Mmm... Ah... Mmm"

came from under the covers, occasionally punctuated by a slightly tearful "Husband, I love you too," whether from emotion or pleasure, I couldn't tell.

Her hands pressed down on my head, as if afraid I would leave.

My tongue occasionally teased her clitoris, occasionally tracing patterns between her labia.

Gushing fluids flowed from her vagina, wetting her buttocks and a small patch of the sheet.

I circled my tongue around her vulva, drawing out a trickle of fluid, which made Du Juan shudder. She smacked her lips, tasting the slightly salty flavor.

Hearing Du Juan's moans of pleasure, I felt an indescribable sense of accomplishment, a feeling of conquest welling up within me.

Then I used the tip of my tongue to attack her wet, pink vulva, teasing the labia at the entrance, feeling the labia gripping my tongue, the tongue licking the labia.

Du Juan raised her buttocks even higher, her waist twisting, seemingly hoping I would penetrate deeper. Her vaginal fluids seemed unstoppable, all of which I sucked into my mouth, making sounds that reached her ears and further stimulated her senses.

My tongue teased her for a while, feeling a slight tingling sensation.

The tingling sensation from my earlier thrusting had long since subsided, and my large penis throbbed restlessly.

Du Juan was already somewhat intoxicated by my licking, her usual reserve completely gone.

So I moved forward two steps, spreading Du Juan's legs to the sides, making her vagina more prominent. With one hand holding my penis and the other parting her opening, the large glans easily pressed against her vulva. Du Juan seemed to sense what I was about to do, her face tilted up, as if wanting to see the view, but she still seemed to have lingering fears, not having forgotten the pain of her first penetration, her expression slightly tense.

I reassured her, telling her not to be afraid, that this time it would be gentle, not so forceful.

Du Juan felt slightly relieved, so she gently lifted her hips, pressing the head of her penis against the fleshy opening, and slowly moved it inward. The opening was now slippery with vaginal fluid, and although it was still unusually tight after the previous penetration, it was much easier than before.

Du Juan's brows were furrowed, clearly still in some pain. Seeing this, I felt a surge of pity. Seeing that the head of my penis was now completely covered, I stopped going in, lowered my head, pulled aside the thin blanket that was getting in the way, and kissed Du Juan's lips.

Her pitiful expression was truly heartbreaking.

I whispered "I love you" in her ear, kissing her cheeks and forehead repeatedly,

hoping to soothe her furrowed brows.

Du Juan also occasionally closed her eyes and kissed me, letting out a soft "mmm...mmm" sound from her throat.

After kissing for a while, Du Juan's little bottom wiggled restlessly below. I thought she must be itching down there again, so I tried gently thrusting in and out at the entrance. After a while, it felt much smoother, so I tried to push in further.

Du Juan braced her hands on my lower abdomen, as if ready to push me away at any moment.

I comforted her, telling her not to be afraid, and to slowly insert myself until I was fully inside. Only then did Du Juan take a deep breath.

I kissed her lips deeply, quickly finding her little tongue and entwining it with mine, while my penis tried to slowly thrust in and out. After a few thrusts, the symphony began again, with those alluring "Mmm... Ah... Oh... Mmm... Husband... Oh" sounds filling the air.

At that moment, I felt that these sounds were even more exhilarating than the thrusting below.

I slowly tried to pull all the way out, then thrust in completely, grinding against the depths of her vagina.

Each thrust made Du Juan moan softly.

Seeing that she was no longer in so much pain, I increased the speed of my thrusting.

One moment it was a series of short, quick thrusts, the next a series of slow, powerful penetrations.

Du Juan was so comfortable she forgot where she was, her moans growing louder and louder.

I had no choice but to kiss her; disturbing the peace and getting a commotion wouldn't be good.

It was my first time, after a few thrusts, I felt a tingling, numbing sensation in my glans. Then, with a rapid, intense thrust deep inside her, I felt a

gush of semen about to erupt. Du Juan seemed to sense something was off about me, staring at me innocently with wide eyes, while simultaneously thrusting her hips rapidly to receive my final onslaught.

Her juices splattered between her legs, the flesh slapping against flesh with a crackling sound. In that moment, everything seemed unrestrained; the union of body and soul made us lose ourselves.

After that rapid thrust, my semen erupted deep inside her. Du Juan seemed unwilling to give up, continuing to thrust her hips, followed by a tremor.

After this rapid thrust, I collapsed onto her, and Du Juan, like a deflated balloon, fell onto the bed.

Both of them were panting heavily.

They held each other tightly, as if trying to merge into one another.

I whispered "I love you" in her ear, and she held me tighter, her hot red lips raining down on my face.

I thought, she must also be enjoying this kind of lovemaking.

A slight smile played on my lips as I pulled her into my arms as well.

I don't know how long it was before my strength slowly returned. I tried to stand up, but felt a wave of soreness and numbness throughout my body. I

looked down at the muddy mess at our point of contact, then looked up and smiled slightly at Du Juan.

Seeing her blush, I felt even happier.

Suddenly, I heard a rustling sound coming from the partition to my right, like the sound of toilet paper being torn.

My heart skipped a beat. Oh no, there were people next door.

They probably heard everything.

I couldn't worry about that now.

I whispered, "Who lives next door?"

Du Juan seemed to have heard the commotion too. She pouted, "It's all your fault," and threw a punch at me. I let her hit me twice, then pulled her into my arms. She calmed down and said she was a college student preparing for graduate school entrance exams, living alone. We'd exchanged a few words;

we weren't very close.

I didn't ask any more questions.

An hour later, we both had regained our strength. We tidied up the room and decided to go out for a meal—we were starving after all that running around.

So we opened the door and went out to eat.

As soon as I opened the door, I ran into the college student who had just locked the door and was walking out. I glanced up, and she was also looking in our direction. The girl was quite pretty, not very tall, with fair skin, and quiet and reserved. When she saw us, she blushed, lowered her head, and quickly walked out without saying hello.

Du Juan had just come out of the house and, not seeing her, locked the door and we went out.

The poster belongs to the poor, lowly class. His college entrance exam results weren't good, so he went to a second-rate university in the province. Throughout college, he was always unkempt, with messy hair and a wild, overgrown beard.

He was far from handsome, and lived frugally, saving every penny. Occasionally, he'd go to internet cafes to meet up with Sora Aoi and have talks with Kaede Matsushima.

If I were a girl, I wouldn't even be interested in myself, let alone others.

Therefore, the poster remained single throughout college.

After graduation, he became a "Beijing drifter."

There are very few women in the company, and given my introverted personality and lack of experience interacting with females, my single status has always been a constant companion. As

time went on, I felt restless and desperately needed a woman to sleep with.

So, I started adding friends on QQ whenever I could, and surprisingly, I actually managed to hook up with one. Her screen name was "Big Bird," and I later learned her real name was Du Juan. I don't remember exactly what we talked about, only that she started by complaining about her uncertain future, and I, of course, sincerely offered her advice and guidance to build trust.

Then, I casually asked her if she had a boyfriend. At first, she was reluctant to answer, quite guarded, but I sent her a sly emoji with a "hehe."

Juan gave a coquettish snort and asked what I wanted.

I saw an opportunity.

Since she pretended to be angry and acted coquettishly, I naturally fell for it and showered her with affection and concern.

As time went by, we gradually became acquainted and started chatting less reservedly. I learned she was a senior at university in Beijing, about to graduate.

We exchanged phone numbers.

At the time, we mainly chatted on QQ, but we never actually contacted each other by phone.

Then one day, I received a call from her saying she wanted to come see me.

I was at work at the time and hesitated for a moment, but then I thought, it's rare for her to take the initiative to see me, so I was quite looking forward to it.

Because she didn't have any photos on her QQ profile, and I had asked her for some but she hadn't agreed, saying she didn't like taking pictures, I had no idea what she looked like.

So I agreed to meet her that day and gave her my company address. Less than an hour later, she arrived downstairs. It was summer, and we described our outfits on our phones as we searched for each other.

When I first saw her, I wouldn't say she was stunning. She was wearing a pink sheer blouse with a narrow white leather belt around her waist, denim shorts, and slightly heeled sandals. She was holding a bottle of mineral water, which she kept fiddling with. She

was easily over 1.7 meters tall, and when she stood next to me, she was only slightly shorter.

She had a large frame, while I'm rather thin, so we seemed a bit mismatched.

Her face had a slightly long chin and a somewhat flat shape.

Not exactly beautiful. I was

a little disappointed.

However, given that she didn't like taking pictures, I figured she wouldn't be too beautiful, so I was somewhat prepared. Her

breasts were only an A cup. At the time, I didn't really have a concept of breast size, and at first glance, they were just flat with a slight bulge. Of course, I didn't dare to stare too much on our first meeting.

For a single guy like me who's been single for over ten years, I wasn't picky, so overall I was quite satisfied.

Then, with a smile, I ran a few steps to her and shyly greeted her.

I was still quite shy at the time. We walked and chatted for a while downstairs at the company. I asked her why she suddenly thought of meeting me. I don't remember her answer, but she said she was graduating soon and looking for a job. She had an interview that morning and had nothing to do, so she suddenly wanted to see me.

I smiled in response. I don't remember what we talked about after that, only that I said I was at work and probably wouldn't be there long, and then we agreed to meet again on Saturday. I

then walked her to the subway station, and I was beaming the whole time.

I was quite pleased with myself.

When I got back to the company, she messaged me on QQ, asking if I was disappointed.

I was very surprised. Didn't she see my radiant smile, like a lovesick girl? Despite my surprise, I quickly explained that I wasn't disappointed, that I was very satisfied with her, and that I was willing to meet again in the future.

I told her I really wanted to pursue her and have her be my girlfriend.

So I confessed, then explained that it's hard to get time off work, which is why I sent her away.

Later I found out she'd come all this way to see me, but we only talked for about ten minutes before I sent her off, and I was quite disappointed.

She came full of hope, only to leave disappointed.

I later thought it was no wonder I'd been unable to get a girlfriend for so many years; my actions back then were definitely hurtful to her.

Finally, Saturday arrived, and it was a cloudy day, but that didn't dampen our enthusiasm for meeting.

My memory is terrible, so I don't remember where we met or how we met, only that she was wearing that thin pink spaghetti-strap blouse with a white bra underneath.

While walking, I tried to hold her hand, and after I grasped it, she symbolically tried to pull away, but failed and let me hold it.

I felt a surge of joy.

I thought from that moment on, she should be my girlfriend, even though I hadn't said anything about her being my girlfriend.

I don't remember where we went that day, only that it started raining heavily when we got off the subway. We exited through an elevator, and there weren't many people there. I suggested that since there was no one around and we couldn't leave anytime soon, we might as well just watch the rain.

She didn't have any particular idea, so she went along with it. We just stood there, watching the rain pour down. I felt so peaceful. I tried to pull her into my arms, and she obediently rested her head on my shoulder. I put one arm around her waist and gently stroked her back, trying to hold her tightly. I

couldn't help but whisper "I love you" in her ear. She wrapped her arms around my waist and seemed to give a soft "hmm," or perhaps she just tightened her grip.

I think to a girl, this would be considered romantic—the rain was pouring down, her lover was in her arms, and sweet words were whispered in her ear.

Suddenly, I felt so grateful for the rain, which allowed us to hold her in my arms right on our first date. Things were progressing so quickly.

We stood there for a full hour.

Many people passed through this exit during that time, and I tried various ways to put my arm around her.

I hugged her from behind around the waist, and then around the chest. When I hugged her chest, she resisted slightly, but since I only put my arm across her chest and didn't actually touch her breasts, she reluctantly accepted it.

We would only separate when someone walked by.

I also tried to play with her bra strap while I had one hand on her shoulder, or slip my arm under her arm to tease her breasts. Of course, I didn't dare go too far, and she seemed a little unhappy, so I stopped.

Then I held her quietly, and I don't know when, but suddenly I saw a few tears fall from her eyes. I

panicked a little and asked her what was wrong, but she didn't say anything, and the tears seemed to be even more unstoppable. Then I held her tightly and apologized, saying that I would behave myself in the future and would not touch her again. Then I told her how much I cared about her, how much I loved her, how much I couldn't live without her, but I just couldn't help myself and touched her. Then I held her even tighter.

Anyway, in the end, the tears stopped.

Then she just let me hold her quietly.

As evening approached, the rain went from torrential to drizzling, and from drizzling to gradually stopping. I didn't dare to do anything too outrageous that day, and with a little reluctance, I took her back to school. At that time, she hadn't graduated yet and was still living at the school.

Not long after leaving, I immediately called to reaffirm our success from the day, spending a full hour together.

Only then did I reluctantly hang up.

From that moment on, I finally escaped single life.

After that, as time went on, our relationship became more defined, though we had our share of arguments. Two months later, she graduated, moved out of the school, and rented a small partitioned room.

Before, she lived on campus, while I, having only recently arrived in Beijing, rented an apartment similar to a student dormitory, sharing a room with six or seven other people.

Therefore, we didn't have any private space together, and although I was itching to be alone, I didn't know where to start.

Since Xiao Dujuan rented this partitioned room, my heart started racing again.

Whenever I had free time, I wanted to go to her place.

At first, she was reluctant to let me go, but after my persistent pleading, one day she finally took me there.

I remember the hallway was quite dark; I had to turn several times to reach her small room. It was divided into three small cubicles, with her living in the middle.

A couple lived on her left, and another girl lived on her right.

Inside the small room was a single bed with a computer desk beside it. A few personal belongings hung sparsely on the wall. The room had no windows, making it rather dim; even during the day, the lights needed to be on to see anything. Xiao Dujuan followed me into the room and closed the door behind her. I no longer cared about looking around. I turned around, chuckled coldly, and moved closer to her. Dujuan glared at me angrily and said in a low voice, "What are you doing?" She pushed me away, and I took a step back, immediately following with my foot, chuckling slyly as I moved closer again.

Dujuan was about to speak again when I had her pressed against the door behind her. I placed my hands on her shoulders, holding her in place, my chest pressing against her soft breasts, pressing her tightly against the door. Before she could speak, I lightly kissed her lips.

I gave her a light kiss, then immediately pulled away, whispering in her ear, "Don't be afraid, be good, close your eyes."

Before she could answer, I kissed her red lips deeply again.

I kissed her from every angle, slowly wetting her lips, and began to tease them with my tongue.

Her hands, which had been supporting her against my ribs, slowly slid down to my waist; my hands, which had been pressed against the wall, moved to her waist, gently stroking it through the soft, silky fabric. She gently twisted her waist, seemingly trying to free herself from my hands, or perhaps encouraging them. At this moment, Du Juan's eyes were gently closed, her long eyelashes clearly visible, fluttering slightly. Her cheeks were rosy, radiating a shy charm that made her exceptionally beautiful.

After kissing her for a while, I slowly pulled away from her lips.

Du Juan shyly opened her eyes slightly, seemingly confused as to why she had suddenly stopped. Her eyes were filled with shyness, her gaze alluring, and her breath came in short gasps, as if she had no strength left. Her not-so-high breasts heaved violently as she seemed to be suppressing her breathing, making her all the more tempting.

Gone was her usual domineering air.

I smiled gently at

her, complimented her "So beautiful," and kissed her again.

She immediately closed her watery eyes.

This time, I tried to pry open her teeth directly with my tongue, encountering almost no resistance. Du Juan readily opened her small mouth.

My tongue, once inside, immediately began to explore restlessly.

Finally, it found that elusive little tongue.

Soon, the two moist little things were intertwined.

I greedily swallowed the sweet saliva, capturing her little tongue and plundering it greedily, seemingly never tiring of it.

My restless left hand climbed upwards, slowly covering her not-so-high breasts, gently kneading and squeezing them through the soft bra.

I tried to tease the adorable nipples.

I faintly heard a suppressed "hmm" from Du Juan's throat, which acted like a catalyst, instantly igniting my passion.

I kept reminding myself not to rush things, or I might miss my chance.

My left hand, already impatient with the bra, secretly unhooked it from behind.

My hands eagerly moved to the front, accurately cupping her full, firm breasts.

This was the first time in my life I had felt those lovely breasts so clearly and unhindered.

I had fantasized and dreamed about them countless times, and today it had finally come true.

That soft feeling, that pleasurable sensation of my nipples sliding between my fingers, made me caress them again and again with unrestrained pleasure. By now, her thin gauze blouse had been pushed up over her breasts.

A suppressed moan seemed to escape Du Juan's throat uncontrollably. At this moment, Du Juan's body was tense, her arms wrapped around my neck.

I tried to remove her bra and blouse from Du Juan's body, and a "no" came from her throat, but it sounded so weak.

My Du Juan wasn't particularly beautiful; she was just average-looking.

But she had a sweet voice, her words melodious and pleasant to hear, like a gentle breeze or a refreshing spring.

At this moment, any sound coming from her throat had an unparalleled magic for me.

I think she could feel my body trembling slightly with excitement.

I whispered comforting words in her ear, trying to soothe her tension and worry.

The top finally slipped off Du Juan's body. She shyly crossed her arms over her chest, her face flushed, her head bowed like a schoolchild who had done something wrong.

I leaned closer, pulling her waist close to mine.

I gently lifted her chin, looking into her eyes and praising her beauty.

I saw a faint smile on her lips.

I gently pulled her arms down, and she pressed her body tightly against mine, as if afraid I would see her breasts.

I kissed her neck, breathing warm air into her ear.

Her head tilted back, accepting my kiss.

A soft moan escaped her throat; I guessed her neck and ears were her most sensitive areas.

I continued kissing her neck, licking her earlobe.

"Mmm...mmm...ah...ah" sounds echoed from her throat, her head swaying back and forth, seemingly trying to escape me, yet also seemingly responding.

She squirmed in my arms.

My hands, of course, weren't idle either. Now, without the barrier of her clothes, they caressed her back and breasts.

I could clearly feel Du Juan's body temperature rising,

becoming slightly hot.

I thought she was aroused.

"Mmm...mmm" sounds echoed in my ears.

Like an aphrodisiac, I was also affected. Du Juan tilted her head back forcefully,

letting out a suppressed "Ah."

I pressed her against the door, squeezing her soft breasts with my chest.

My hands were free, and while she was lost in passion, I unbuttoned her shorts.

She seemed not to notice,

or perhaps she had tacitly consented .

Then I gently

pulled down her zipper, inch by inch, until it was fully zipped up.

Then I embraced Du Juan's smooth, white back and pulled her away from the door,

straightening her body.

At that moment, her cute little shorts quietly slipped down to her knees, to her ankles.

I took the opportunity to pull down my shorts and step on them, my erect penis throbbing restlessly inside my boxer shorts, trying to break free from this last constraint.

Du Juan seemed to realize that her clothes were being taken off piece by piece.

She kept saying "no,"

but couldn't stop moaning softly.

I kept whispering sweet nothings in her ear.

My hands slid down to her round, plump buttocks,

squeezing and kneading them forcefully.

The flesh on her buttocks was so soft.

Our lower bodies were pressed together through our underwear.

I think she must have felt my erection too.

At this moment, Du Juan seemed to be struggling internally.

She didn't seem to want to lose her virginity so easily, yet she also seemed to enjoy my caresses.

She kept saying "no... um... um... no... husband," her body twisting and turning,

as if trying to get rid of me.

I kept softly calling her name,

saying words of love to her,

promising her that I would treat her well in the future, that

I would take responsibility for her, and that I would marry her.

I kept telling her how charming she was, how bleak life would be without her.

Du Juan's struggles became increasingly weak.

Her "Mmm... Ah..." sounds grew louder.

I felt the time was right to take the next step.

So I gently moved my lower body, rubbing my erect penis against her panties, abandoning the sweet talk, and used my free tongue to suck on her right firm, rosy nipple. As

I slowly licked her nipple, I stole glances at her expression. I saw my little Du Juan occasionally biting her lips, her facial muscles seemingly trying to suppress pleasure.

She let out suppressed moans from time to time.

The moment I bit her nipple, "Ah..." Du Juan

let out a soft cry, a long, comfortable moan.

Suddenly realizing she was making too much noise, she quickly bit her lips.

I intensified my attack, pushing her back against the door, my tongue pressing tightly against her nipple, rubbing it. Occasionally, I would

lightly bite it.

My right hand changed position.

I touched her pink panties directly, and Du Juan shuddered, her body trembling slightly. I ignored her reaction and slowly rubbed my fingers back and forth between her labia through the panties.

Du Juan seemed to be unable to bear it any longer, tightly hugging my head with both hands, pressing me between her breasts. My fingers could clearly feel that Du Juan's panties were already a little wet.

After a while of my fiddling, the wetness quickly spread.

Her plump buttocks twisted, trying to get rid of my fingers.

Seeing that the time was right, I gently pulled her panties down a few centimeters, no longer letting them stick tightly to her vulva.

I flicked the panties to one side with my fingers, and I could easily feel a few pubic hairs playfully popping out. At this point, the panties were basically useless, and my fingers could feel the sticky wetness on her labia.

Du Juan tried to press her lower body against me, trying to render my fingers useless, but how could I let her succeed? Of course, I pulled back a little.

My fingers pressed against Du Juan's clitoris.

Du Juan let out a soft cry and pounded her fists on my back, but I paid no attention.

My fingers continued their nimble work, and Du Juan's buttocks twisted violently as she cried out incoherently, "Husband...no...no...husband."

I pinned her buttocks against the door, preventing her from retreating any further, and temporarily removed my fingers from her vulva.

She breathed a deep sigh of relief, as if granted a reprieve.

Before she could even react, Du Juan's earlobe was already in my mouth again.

Then came a flurry of kisses on her face.

Sometimes I would silence her with a kiss,

sometimes I would attack her neck.

Taking advantage of her momentary daze as her head tilted back, I freed one hand and pulled my penis out of my underwear. The glans was already exposed and throbbing. I parted Du Juan's underwear with my fingers, rubbing it against her labia for a while before using my fingers to spread her plump labia apart. I

pressed my thumb against the glans, found the right spot, and with a gentle thrust of my hips, the glans slid between her labia.

At this point, Du Juan seemed to be caught between a rock and a hard place, trying to avoid my tongue while also dealing with my "fingers," seemingly unable to figure out what was moving on her labia.

I pressed down on the head of my penis with my left hand, and it slid up and down between her labia. By now, her labia were already wet and slippery, and Du Juan couldn't help but gently wiggle her buttocks to match my grinding. The head of my penis gradually slid down, feeling as if it had reached an opening. Du Juan seemed to sense something was wrong, and at this point, I wasn't going to give her a chance to refuse.

I pressed down hard on her buttocks with both hands, and thrust my lower back forward. Du Juan let out a long hiss, suddenly realizing that she had screamed too loudly. She buried her head, biting my shoulder hard with her teeth, and weakly pounded my back with her small hands.

I only felt that my lower body was completely inside, my entire penis tightly surrounded, feeling the wet heat inside her vagina, and my glans throbbing inside, but it was tightly bound by the vagina and seemed unable to move.

Du Juan seemed surprised that their last line of defense had been breached so inexplicably, even though neither of them had taken off their underwear. She became somewhat hysterical, large tears rolling down her cheeks. She struggled backward, seemingly trying to shake off the intruder. But I wouldn't let her go. I held her firmly against the door, my penis thrusting forward, pressing her tightly against it.

Du Juan frowned, as if the struggle had aggravated her wound, and she dared not struggle any further.

Large tears streamed down her face, her lips pouting in grievance. I kept kissing her cheeks, kissing her pouting lips, kissing the tears dripping down her cheeks, comforting her from time to time, telling her not to move, reminding her that moving would only increase the pain. I

also told her that the first penetration would hurt more, but it would lessen soon.

I temporarily stopped my advances.

Du Juan seemed resigned, clinging to me without moving, only sobbing incessantly, her chest heaving, having already released the small bite she had taken on my shoulder.

I secretly breathed a sigh of relief. I

kept repeating to her that I would love her, cherish her, and pity her, promising her that I would only love her for the rest of my life.

If she was willing, I was willing to be the husband she always talked about.

Seeing that her emotions had calmed down a little

, Du Juan pouted even more, accusing me with aggrieved words, "You hurt me so much, you didn't show me any tenderness at all, and you said you cherished me, you just lied to me," as she spoke, a few more tears falling. She

looked like a wronged little wife, indescribably pitiful.

I chuckled, explaining mischievously, "If you insert it all the way in, it only hurts for a moment, if you insert it slowly, it will hurt more," as I cupped her face, wiping away her tears with my thumb, a wicked smile on my face.

Du Juan gave a soft snort, threw herself into my arms, and lightly hit me, saying, "Anyway, I don't care, you're so bad."

Seeing her start to act coquettishly, I felt relieved and echoed her, "Yes, yes, I'm bad, I'm really bad, okay?" Then I chuckled mischievously.

Seeing that the time was right, I gently whispered in her ear, "From now on, you're my wife, and I'll love you well." Du Juan couldn't stand it when I spoke to her in such a gentle and affectionate tone. Every time she heard such tender words, she would obediently snuggle into my arms like a little lamb.

She obediently murmured "Mmm," her voice trembling with tears, making her incredibly endearing.

So I told her to take off her pants. At this moment, her denim shorts were still hanging on her ankles. Her legs were pressed tightly together, and the position of me inside her warm, wet pussy was slightly uncomfortable.

She seemed reluctant to murmur, but still obediently and slowly lifted one leg and pulled it out of the pant leg.

She complained, "My pants are all on the floor," and I chuckled, offering no reply.

Ignoring whether her other leg was pulled out, I slightly parted her legs. My

penis gently pushed forward a little, penetrating deeper.

I silently savored the feeling of my glans being tightly enveloped by soft flesh, a wave of pleasure washing over me.

She frowned slightly, leaning on my shoulder and saying it hurt.

I tenderly stroked her hair to comfort her, saying, "I'll move gently, just bear with it, it'll stop hurting soon." She didn't answer, hugging me even tighter, seemingly waiting for my next move.

Seeing this, I wrapped my other arm around her waist, restraining her, and slightly pulled my hips back. My penis withdrew about a centimeter, and my little Du Juan couldn't take it anymore, softly crying out, "Husband, it hurts." I ignored her, immediately thrusting in all the way. The instant I reached the bottom, I heard a soft, comfortable "Mmm" from deep within Du Juan's throat, her body instantly tensing.

She hugged me tightly.

Seeing that she seemed to be gradually getting used to the feeling of my huge penis inside her, I continued to gently thrust in and out, always keeping my penis deep inside my lovely little Dujuan. Dujuan's body was no longer as stiff as before, and each thrust of my penis was no longer as awkward as it had been at first, becoming increasingly smooth.

Dujuan leaned her head on my shoulder, letting out soft moans, "Mmm...mmm...", so low, so suppressed, yet so melodious, like heavenly music entering my ears; it was also like a kind of encouragement.

Dujuan was no longer crying out in pain; I thought she must have gotten used to it.

I slowly increased the depth of my thrusts, but I didn't dare pull my penis out completely. It only moved slightly at the deepest point, but each time it went all the way in. I could feel the glans slightly swelling inside Du Juan's vagina. That swollen feeling, with each thrust, was pressed and scraped by the tender flesh, sending waves of pleasurable pleasure through my glans. The gurgling of her juices accompanied her soft moans; it was so erotic. A whiff of sensuality filled the air, seemingly permeating the entire room. I whispered in Du Juan's ear, telling her how comfortable her vagina felt, how much I loved her at that moment.

Du Juan, infected by my lewd words, initially seemed a little shy.

But I could still feel her initiative. Each time I thrust deeply, she subtly moved her buttocks forward, the movement so small it was almost imperceptible; and there was her reluctance to let go each time I withdrew.

With this level of thrusting, Du Juan no longer felt any pain, so I slightly increased the speed of my thrusts, my breathing becoming heavier.

Du Juan's soft moans grew more rapid.

"Mmm, mmm, husband.

Ah...mmm...oh...gentle...it hurts..." As I thrust faster, Du Juan disregarded her modesty and vigorously cooperated with my thrusts.

Her cries grew louder, seemingly no longer caring whether others could hear.

I felt my glans becoming increasingly numb and tingly, fearing that I would ejaculate if I persisted any longer.

So I thrust all the way in, firmly pinning Du Juan against the door, and stopped pulling out.

Du Juan seemed unaware that I had stopped moving; her buttocks still twitched a few times, as if she was somewhat dissatisfied that I had stopped.

I looked at Du Juan slyly.

Du Juan suddenly noticed me looking at her like that, suddenly realized something, her little buttocks stopped, her face flushed red with embarrassment, she lightly slapped me, scolded me for being bad, and buried her face deeply.

I said we should change places; standing wasn't comfortable, let's lie down on the bed.

She gave a soft "hmm."

So I bent down and pulled her buttocks up, making her wrap herself around me. I slowly moved her towards the bedside, and when we reached the head of the bed, I shifted my waist, and we both rolled onto the bed at the same time, with me pinning her down, our private parts still joined.

I kicked off my shoes and helped Du Juan kick off her sandals.

We rolled onto the bed.

The two small panties, although not in the way, were uncomfortable between our thighs.

I figured that at this point, she wouldn't refuse my entry anymore, and there wouldn't be any problem pulling out my penis.

So I suggested taking off the panties.

Du Juan, lying on the bed, seemed even more shy, not daring to open her eyes, only nodding slightly.

I looked down, watching my penis slowly withdraw from Du Juan's vagina, revealing a patch of pink, tender flesh. Her plump labia parted to the sides, and inside her vagina, a ring of pink, moist labia tightly gripped my glans, opening and closing, making my glans reluctant to withdraw.

Du Juan let out a soft moan, seemingly in excruciating pain as the enormous glans was stuck between her labia.

I figured it was her first time having sex, and her vagina was still so tight. The glans was already engorged with blood, looking incredibly menacing. It must be painful to have it stuck there. I reluctantly pulled back, and the glans sprang out, bobbing in mid-air. Her vagina actually made a "pop" sound, releasing glistening, translucent vaginal fluid that flowed down her buttocks.

I quickly pulled down Du Juan's panties, and she obediently lifted her buttocks, letting me pull them down and toss them onto the bedside table.

Then, in a few swift movements, she ripped off the last piece of clothing covering her body.

I pried open Du Juan's legs, which she had clenched tightly when I wasn't looking, and finally had a chance to carefully observe her beautiful triangle.

Du Juan's pubic hair was neatly coiled around her lower abdomen, forming an inverted triangle, while the pubic hair on either side of her labia was sparse and uneven.

Her labia majora were soft, supple, and smooth, glistening with droplets of vaginal fluid, shimmering like pearls in the overhead light.

A firm clitoris was nestled between the two labia. I carefully extended two fingers and peeled back the skin, revealing the tender, red clitoris. Du Juan, seeing me peering at her genitals, was already so ashamed that she covered her head and face with a thin blanket.

The moment I touched her sensitive area, her body shuddered, and her legs involuntarily clamped together.

My head and face were between her legs at that moment, instantly trapped between them.

I slipped my hands between her legs and pressed down forcefully, spreading her legs apart while simultaneously using my arms to hold her waist and legs in place.

I took a deep breath and couldn't help but lower my head, taking her erect clitoris into my mouth. Du Juan shuddered again, her body seemingly trying to pull back, but I naturally followed suit, not letting her get away. My tongue flicked out, curling around her pink clitoris, drawing a circle, and sucking. Du Juan let out a soft gasp, a muffled sound coming from under the thin blanket. The muffled sound through my pants made my sense of conquest surge.

A "No, it's dirty"

came from under the blanket. I think she didn't expect me to lick her there with my mouth.

I mumbled words of love for her, saying that I didn't think she was dirty, and continued to lick her clitoris with all my might.

I think she was moved, a few tears rolling down her cheeks.

Her waist arched upwards, as if wanting me to lick harder. Suppressed "Mmm... ah... mmm"

came from under the blanket, occasionally punctuated by a slightly sobbing "Husband, I love you too," I didn't know if it was from emotion or pleasure.

Her hands pressed down on my head, as if afraid I would leave.

My tongue teased her clitoris from time to time, and traced patterns between her labia.

Gushing fluids flowed from her vagina, wetting her buttocks and a small patch of the sheet.

I circled my tongue around her vulva, drawing out a trickle of fluid, which made Du Juan shudder. She smacked her lips, tasting the slightly salty flavor.

Hearing Du Juan's moans of pleasure filled me with an indescribable sense of accomplishment and conquest.

Then I used my tongue to attack her wet, pink vulva, teasing the labia majora at the entrance, feeling the sensation of them gripping and licking my tongue.

Du Juan arched her hips higher, her waist twisting, seemingly hoping for deeper penetration. Her fluids seemed unstoppable, all of which I sucked into my mouth, making sounds that reached her ears and further stimulated her senses.

After a while, my tongue felt a slight tingling sensation.

The tingling sensation from my thrusting had long since subsided, and my large penis throbbed restlessly.

Du Juan was already somewhat aroused by my licking, her usual reserve completely gone.

So I moved forward two steps, spreading Du Juan's legs apart to raise her vulva higher. With one hand holding my penis and the other parting the entrance to her vagina, the head of my penis easily pressed against her vulva. Du Juan seemed to sense what I was about to do, her face tilted back, as if wanting to see the view. However, she still seemed to be apprehensive, not having forgotten the pain of her first penetration, her expression slightly tense.

I reassured her, telling her not to be afraid, that this time it would be gentle, not too forceful.

Du Juan felt slightly relieved, so she gently lifted her hips, the head of my penis pressing against the fleshy opening, slowly moving inward. At this moment, the entrance was slippery with vaginal fluid, and although it was still very tight after the previous penetration, it was much more open than before.

Du Juan's brow was furrowed, clearly still in some pain. Seeing this, I felt a surge of pity. Since my glans was now completely covered, I stopped, lowered my head, pulled aside the cumbersome thin blanket, and kissed Du Juan's lips.

Her pitiful expression was truly heartbreaking.

I whispered "I love you" in her ear, kissing her cheeks and forehead repeatedly,

hoping to soothe her furrowed brow.

Du Juan occasionally closed her eyes and kissed me, letting out soft "mmm...mmm" sounds.

After kissing for a while, Du Juan's little bottom below began to wriggle restlessly. I thought she must be itching there again, so I tried gently thrusting in and out at the entrance. After a while, it felt much smoother, so I tried to push in further.

Du Juan braced her hands on my lower abdomen, as if ready to push me away at any moment.

I comforted her, telling her not to be afraid, and to slowly insert myself until I was fully inside. Only then did Du Juan take a deep breath.

I kissed her lips deeply, quickly finding her tongue and entwining it with mine. At the same time, I slowly began to thrust in and out. After a few strokes, the symphony began again, the alluring "Mmm...ah...oh...mmm...husband...oh" sounds filling the air.

At that moment, I felt that the sounds were even more exhilarating than the thrusting below. I

slowly tried to pull all the way in, then thrust in fully, grinding against the deepest part of her vagina.

Each thrust elicited a soft moan from Du Juan.

Seeing that she was no longer in so much pain, I increased the speed of my thrusts.

Sometimes there were short, quick attacks, sometimes a slow, powerful thrust to the hilt.

Du Juan was so comfortable she forgot where she was, her cries growing louder and louder.

I had to kiss her back; disturbing the peace and getting complaints was unacceptable.

Since it was my first time, after a while, I felt a tingling sensation in my glans. As my glans plunged deep into her vagina, a rapid, forceful attack ensued, and I felt a gush of semen about to erupt.

Du Juan seemed to sense something was off about me, staring at me innocently with wide eyes while simultaneously thrusting her hips rapidly, receiving my final onslaught.

Her juices splattered between her legs, the impact of flesh against flesh creating a crackling sound. In that moment, everything seemed unrestrained; the union of body and soul made us lose ourselves.

After that rapid assault, my semen gushed deep inside her. Du Juan seemed unwilling to give up, continuing to thrust her hips, followed by a tremor. After

this rapid assault, I collapsed onto her, and Du Juan, like a deflated balloon, fell onto the bed. We

both breathed heavily

, embracing each other tightly, as if trying to merge into one.

I whispered "I love you" in her ear, and she held me tightly, her hot red lips raining down on my face.

I thought, she must have also become addicted to this kind of lovemaking.

A slight smile played on my lips as I pulled her into my arms as well.

I don't know how much time passed before my strength gradually returned. I tried to stand up, but felt a wave of soreness and numbness throughout my body.

I looked down at the muddy puddles where we had intercourse, then looked up and smiled slightly at Du Juan.

Seeing her blush, I was even more delighted.

Suddenly, I heard a rustling sound coming from the partition to my right, like the sound of toilet paper being torn.

My heart skipped a beat. Oh no, there was someone else next door.

They probably heard everything.

I couldn't worry about that now.

I asked in a low voice who lived next door.

Du Juan seemed to have heard the noise too. She pouted, "It's all your fault," and threw a punch at me. I let her hit me twice, then pulled her into my arms. She calmed down and said she was a college student preparing for graduate school entrance exams, living alone. We had exchanged a few words.

We weren't very close.

I didn't ask any more questions.

Another hour passed, and both of them had regained their strength. They tidied up the room and decided to go out for a meal; they were starving after all that commotion.

So they opened the door to go eat.

Just as they opened the door, they ran into the college student who had just locked her door and was walking out. I glanced up, and she was looking in our direction too. The girl was quite pretty, not very tall, with fair skin, and very quiet. When she saw us, she blushed, lowered her head, and quickly walked out without greeting us.

Du Juan had just come out of the house and, not seeing her, locked the door and we went out.

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