[Urban] Me and My Sister Wenwen (Complete) - 9

Chapter 46

It was several days later that Wenwen finally forgave me for making her cry and was willing to smile again.

During that time, until the end of the first semester, nothing particularly noteworthy happened between us. For both Wenwen and me, only the second semester remained. She was about to face the combined high school and vocational school entrance exams, and I was facing the choice of continuing my studies or joining the military.

I remember one day just before winter break, when I came home from school, Wenwen happily told me that she had received a call from her parents, who were finally planning to return to Taiwan a few days before Lunar New Year's Eve. After all, no matter what, Chinese people always hope for family reunion during the Lunar New Year.

Because the overall economic situation was getting worse and worse, and the country where the factory was located had experienced unrest and was damaged, they hadn't returned to Taiwan all year, nor dared to, for fear that the unstable situation might suddenly erupt and affect the company.

Usually, my parents would only write to Wenwen and me, asking about our lives, telling us not to spend money recklessly, or saying things parents would say to their children, like reminding us to get an extra blanket or quilt from the closet when it's cold. Wenwen always replied. I don't know what she wrote in her letters, but I know she never mentioned many things that happened between us; she was just simply whining and complaining to her mother…

In some ways, even if my parents went back to Taiwan, to me it would just mean two more people in an empty house. I don't think it would change much, since they haven't lived with me for several years. Perhaps the blood ties are still there, but the intimacy has gradually faded. But for Wenwen, she always seemed very happy and looking forward to it, since she hadn't seen her mother for almost a year…

No… actually, I kind of wish they wouldn't come back, just to leave this seemingly eternal peace to Wenwen and me…

Days passed, and because of our different educational backgrounds, my winter break started several days earlier than Wenwen's, and I really found myself with nothing to do. Because I work at a gas station, the station manager schedules me for the morning shift from 7 am to 12 pm about 10 days a month. This way, I can do my homework in the afternoon and go to class in the evening, so life doesn't feel boring.

But now that it's vacation time, I've lost the daily homework, so for several afternoons when I have nothing to do, I sit alone in the living room, unconsciously listening to music, but my eyes are fixed on the second hand of the clock on the wall, feeling the slow flow of time...

Sometimes, when the music ends, I don't want to replay it or change the CD; I just continue watching the second hand steadily tick away, like the pulse of my soul, quiet yet full of life.

Some people say that God is fair because He gives everyone the same amount of time; no one has more time than others, and no one has less time than others. I was nineteen years old then. A minute has sixty seconds, an hour has sixty minutes, a day has twenty-four hours… I've already lived over six hundred million seconds of my life…

Watching the second hand slowly tick by, like a silent lullaby, I felt time begin to settle in the room, like snowflakes, thinly piling up, waiting for spring to arrive and then vanish without a trace. I thought of all my past with Wenwen, scene after scene, fragment after fragment, accompanying me on the stage of life, enriching my existence.

In the very beginning of her life, in a hazy state, when I was six, I remember my mother holding my hand, saying she was pregnant again, that she was going to give birth to a younger sibling for me, so I wouldn't always be alone.

At that time, I didn't understand what a younger sibling meant; I simply knew that I would have a playmate to keep me company, and I wouldn't have to stay alone in my room playing with toys anymore, and I was very happy about that.

In a hazy state, when my mother's belly was quite large, I leaned against it, trying to hear the sounds Wenwen was making inside; although I ultimately heard nothing, I still couldn't help but eagerly anticipate the arrival of my younger sibling.

When Wenwen came into this world from my mother's womb, I saw her for the first time in the hospital. My mother, sitting on the hospital bed, brought her to me and said, "This is my little sister." At that time, Wenwen was so tiny to me, only knowing how to sleep, sleeping all the time, occasionally waking up to cry a few times, and then my mother would feed her milk.

At that moment, I suddenly felt a strong sense of disappointment, thinking: 'So this is what Mom meant by a little sister...' She can't play with me, can't talk to me, and can't do anything...

I started to become indifferent to Wenwen's existence again, returning to my lonely world that wasn't much different from usual...

Unconsciously, Wenwen began to look at the world with a smile, sit up, and babble in words that no one could understand. At that time, Wenwen began to be like a big toy for me to play with. I would always hold her little hand and gently push her around, making her laugh even happier.

Wenwen could stand up and walk by herself, and she could talk. She would always tug at my clothes and follow me around. Several times, I deliberately ran after her in the alley outside our house, running and running until Wenwen couldn't keep up and fell further and further behind. But because I found it amusing to make her panting, I didn't want to stop. Finally, Wenwen accidentally fell to the ground and, watching my retreating figure, began to cry loudly; it was only when I heard her crying that I stopped and turned to look at her.

I quickly ran to her side and saw her sitting on the ground, clutching her knees, crying and telling me it hurt. I made her open her arms, revealing a large patch of scrape, exposing pink flesh and blood, and stained with dirty sand…

It was a sad and distressing response. I always made Wenwen sad and hurt for my own pleasure, from the past until now, without interruption…

But I know one thing will never change.

I care about her…

I love her…

That afternoon, because it was the last day of final exams, Wenwen came home from school early. I sat in the living room watching her. Wenwen simply told me that she was going out to play with her friends later, and then went into her room.

I called out to her loudly from the living room, "Where are you going?" The answer came from her room: "Ximending."

This meant I would be home alone tonight.

"Want me to take you there on my bike?"

"No need, I'm meeting a friend to take the bus together."

Perhaps because of the many memories that had been awakened these past few afternoons, I couldn't help but feel sentimental. Watching Wenwen change into her casual clothes and leave, not even putting on her shoes in the entryway, she worriedly reminded me to eat a good dinner, not to buy snacks again, or to go out and wander around…

We really are becoming more and more like a couple living together, even a married couple, always thinking of each other in our actions, showing genuine concern. With her in the house, there was always an indescribable warmth and tenderness; her departure left me with a house full of silence and the coldness of time, making me feel even more lonely lying on the sofa…

Chapter 47

That day, I really felt very lonely, for reasons I couldn't explain…

Perhaps, as psychologists say, women have a 28-day physiological cycle, and men also have a 28-day psychological cycle. When the cycle arrives, my heart feels as if it's being squeezed, and everything takes on a slightly strange hue.

That day, I don't even remember how I got through it. Strangely, after Wenwen left, I couldn't help but miss her voice, her scent, her smile, everything she had given me.

Everyone has felt lonely, everyone has suffered, everyone needs care from others, and everyone gives care to others, a process composed of understanding and forgiveness. With increasing understanding of the world and my own life experiences, I know that living is about relying on something.

That night, when the lock was gently opened, when I heard the key turning, it was as if my heart, which had been settling over time, was being liberated once more. Wenwen opened the door, and seeing her again, I felt a surge of emotion. It was an indescribable emotion, the only feeling that could shake my soul, a pure existence that transcended everything.

"I bought some of your favorite braised food," she said with a smile as she took off her shoes in front of the shoe cabinet.

When she came over with a bag full of braised food and sat down on the sofa next to me, placing the food on the table, I couldn't resist wrapping my arms around her waist, leaning against her, feeling her real presence in my life.

Wenwen was startled by my sudden action, but she didn't resist, perhaps because I hadn't done anything else to her.

I held her, smelling her aroma, without saying a word, unsure what to say. Perhaps in this situation, there was nothing to say. We had long since transcended the simple blood ties of siblings, and our relationship had become one of marriage.

Then, after several minutes, Wenwen finally spoke, "Brother, you've been acting strange today..."

Perhaps she was wondering if I wanted to make love to her again? I still didn't answer her, because for me, I really just wanted to hold her like this, without thinking too much.

After a while, Wenwen probably felt the silence and awkwardness, so she gently pushed me away and said, "Brother, you eat first..." Then she stood up and walked into the hallway.

I stared at the bag of braised food, completely losing my appetite. A short while later, I stood up and followed her inside, wanting to stay by her side, but I found she had already gone into the bathroom, the sound of hot water running coming from inside.

Standing at the door, listening to the sounds inside, I pressed my hand against the door, as if that would allow me to feel the warmth inside and dispel my cold heart.

"Wenwen?"

I called her, and the sound of water stopped.

"...What is it?"

"Wenwen, can I stay with you tonight?" Hearing my request, she fell into a silent silence. "I've felt so lonely all day, I want to stay by your side..."

I waited for her, but still received no response, only the crisp sound of water dripping onto the floor.

Perhaps this was her answer...

"Wenwen...?"

I called her again, facing the bathroom door, the girl inside, as if it would always be so hard, unwilling to open for me.

"...Brother, do you really just want me to be with you?"

"Mmm..."

...That night, in her room, Wenwen and I sat side by side on the edge of the bed. Occasionally, she would look at me, appearing somewhat shy.

At that moment, I had a feeling that we were newlyweds, and every night at the beginning was so beautiful yet awkward. She didn't speak, just slowly drank the warm milk she had made, looking at the desk. I simply put my arm around her shoulder, finding a place of rest for my lonely heart.

"Brother, did you have another nightmare last night?" she asked softly, thinking that I had dreamt again that she was leaving forever, like that night.

"...No...I don't know why, I just missed you so much today..."

Then, Wenwen became quiet again, finished the last of her milk, and put it back on the desk.

She picked up the small alarm clock on the bedside table, set it to ring, and then put it back.

"I'm going to sleep."

Her cheeks were slightly flushed, and she smiled as she said to me, then turned the nightlight on the bedside table to its dimmest setting, lifted the covers, and lay down on the innermost side against the wall. I followed suit, lifting the covers and lying down as well.

At that moment, we were just like an ordinary couple. I lay beside her, sharing a blanket and breathing the same air. I turned to lie on my side towards her, looking at her; Wenwen remained lying flat, only turning her head to look at me.

I spoke first, chatting with her about life, and she responded, chatting easily with me.

It had been almost two months since we had talked like this before going to sleep. During that time, it was because she wanted to help me masturbate, so we would chat like this beforehand, sometimes just casually, without any masturbation.

As we chatted, she fell asleep first, and then after a while, I also fell asleep, feeling a sense of peace...

Chapter 48

: Because I needed to go to the bathroom, I woke up groggily in the middle of the night and saw Wenwen's sleeping face, realizing I was sleeping in Wenwen's room. She was sleeping on her side facing me, her hand gently resting on mine, fast asleep. I carefully lifted the blanket without disturbing her and went to the bathroom alone.

After liberation, I went back to her room, closed the door, sat back on the bed, and lay down under the covers.

But by then I was much more awake. Looking at Wenwen beside me, I suddenly realized that the longing I'd felt all day before bed had vanished. The inexplicable loneliness was gone, replaced by a strange emotion.

I glanced at the clock on the bedside table; it was four o'clock. There were still several hours until dawn. Turning back, looking at her sleeping face so closely, I couldn't help but feel a surge of desire. I swallowed, feeling my mouth dry.

For men, the rise of desire is often that simple…

We were like siblings, like husband and wife, and we'd even made love before. This ambiguous and indescribable situation perfectly described Wenwen and me.

I gently called Wenwen's name a few times, but she didn't respond, still fast asleep. Actually, she'd always been like this; she's a heavy sleeper, so a few gentle calls wouldn't wake her. A gift! Under the covers, I carefully reached out and gently touched her bare thighs. I glanced at her and saw she still didn't react, so I moved my hand higher until I reached her buttocks, which were covered by her

underwear. I could feel her underwear, and I knew her t-shirt had slipped down to her waist because of her poor sleeping posture, exposing her entire lower body.

At that moment, I struggled again, my desire burning anew. I wanted to make love to her again… but it wasn't Christmas, a time for such pleasantries. If I woke her up and demanded lovemaking, I didn't know how long I could keep doing it.

Therefore, I made up my mind.

I tiptoed back to my room, grabbed a condom I had prepared, and went back to Wenwen's room.

I couldn't help but feel nervous again, my heart pounding. Standing by the bed, looking at Wenwen's still peaceful sleeping face, I felt like I was about to raid her.

And that was true…

but it also fueled my anger.

I placed the condom on the bedside table, then started taking off my clothes, pulling down my pajama bottoms and tossing them on the floor. Then, nervously, I pulled down my underwear, revealing my already erect penis. If she were awake and knew what I was doing, she would be surprised and want to resist, would

n't she? I wondered, what if she refused and started to resist? But this worry only flashed through my mind. Like many times before, I believed that if I kept begging her, she would eventually agree…

So I slowly lifted the covers and lay down completely naked.

“Wenwen…?”

I called her softly, but she didn't respond.

“Wenwen?”

I called her louder and gently nudged her shoulder. She finally woke up, letting out a soft moan and stretching her arms.

Knowing she was slightly awake, I said to her, “Why don't you lie down and sleep?”

Because she was sleeping on her side facing me, I asked her to lie down first so it would be easier to move onto her body later. She probably vaguely thought that I had nowhere to sleep because of her, so she slightly opened her drowsy eyes to look at me, moved her body to the inside closer to the wall, then lay flat with her face down towards the wall, and continued to close her eyes and sleep.

I waited anxiously, hoping she would fall asleep again…

While waiting, a sense of guilt welled up inside me. I felt I could have just asked her properly, like the previous two times, instead of this nighttime raid. But I also knew that this was precisely because it would create a different kind of stimulation, making my desire even stronger.

After about ten minutes, her breathing became steady again, and she drifted off to sleep, but my penis had already gone soft again. So, looking at her face, I rubbed my penis under the covers, trying to make it erect again.

Then I turned and picked up a condom from the bedside table, gently putting it on. I took a few deep breaths, mentally anticipating her reactions and how to respond.

It was time. I slowly propped myself up and moved under the covers onto Wenwen's body. But no matter how careful I was, the bed still shook, and cold air started to seep into the covers through the gaps created by my movements.

So, when I moved above Wenwen, bracing myself with my hands and feet, she opened her eyes and woke up. I stood still, nervously watching her, ready to react to any of her reactions.

For the first few seconds, she looked at me hazily, probably thinking she was still dreaming, but she quickly snapped back to reality: "...Brother?"

Then, she finally understood completely.

"Brother?! What do you want to do?!"

She immediately reached out and put her hands on my chest, starting to push me away. But because she was weak, and I was prepared, she couldn't move me.

"Wenwen, how about making love with your brother?"

"No..."

"We haven't made love for almost a month! Normal couples make love several times a week..."

I started trying to persuade her with various reasons, although I knew I had never succeeded before, but I still couldn't help wanting to try.

"No..."

"I'm already naked, and I've put on a condom, so you don't have to worry about getting pregnant. Okay? Wenwen?"

Hearing my pleading, she finally stopped pushing me away and looked under the covers, finding that I really was naked.

"Wenwen, you know that making love only lasts ten minutes, or fifteen minutes, and you can continue sleeping..."

To be honest, it was really stupid to ask her to continue sleeping like that, but I said it anyway.

"...Brother, please...I have to go to school early tomorrow morning, please don't do this..."

Wenwen pleaded pitifully, which made me feel sorry for her and think I had gone too far.

My desire was suddenly doused with cold water by her pleading, and I calmed down again.

I looked at her, and she looked at me with the same silent pleading expression, and we remained silent for a while.

I don't know how much time passed, but just when I was about to give up and move away from her, Wenwen silently lowered her head and made a move.

I watched as she turned her head, reached for the pillow I had been lying on, pulled it under the covers, and coldly said to me, "Brother, you can go now..."

At that moment, I realized that she was going to use the pillow to support her buttocks, just like on our first night. Perhaps Wenwen couldn't bear to see me like this, so she gave in and let me make love to her.

"Wenwen..."

She didn't answer me, but just kept looking at me coldly. In that instant, I felt a chill, emanating from her eyes and from my heart.

“Wenwen…it’s okay if you really don’t want to…”

She still didn’t answer me, just looked at me, but I knew she was sulking.

Our relationship has always been like this, from the past until now. I don’t know if her personality is good or bad. She always has to agree to my requests in the end; but then she’ll sulk while still going along with my demands. And when I realize I’ve gone too far and calm down, I’m afraid of her invisible pressure, so I have to do what she asked of me in the first place… Back

then, when she was only helping me masturbate, there was one time when I decided to back down after she got angry, but she scolded me, saying, “If you don’t want to, don’t bother me like this in the first place!!” So at that time, I could only quietly move my body, lift the blanket and sit to the side, watching her raise her buttocks under the dim night light, and put the pillow under her.

Then she closed her legs together, bent towards her breasts, and reached into her t-shirt to start pulling her underwear down her legs. But perhaps because she was still angry, and because I had already seen her during our last encounter in the bathroom, she didn't care that I was watching.

She put her underwear aside, then stretched her legs out on the bed, but still pulled her t-shirt up to her thighs, covering her genitals. I didn't speak, nor did I dare to speak, I just sat quietly to the side.

"...Didn't you want it, brother? I'll be very cold without the blanket, and my stomach will get cold!"

She was right, it was almost Chinese New Year, and it was indeed a cold time. Even in a closed room, the cold wind kept blowing in, no wonder the older generation said that the winter wind was sharp. Plus, she was a girl, and letting her uterus get cold was really bad for her health. As for me, I would certainly be cold without clothes, but my heart was even colder, no longer filled with the tension and passion I had when we first planned our night raid...

"...I'm sorry...then spread your legs."

Wenwen silently spread her legs to the sides, so I pulled the blanket over my back, then moved my body between her legs, and covered both of us with the blanket.

Although the temperature inside the blanket had begun to rise, she kept staring at me coldly, and I didn't dare look at her at all, which made me feel like the temperature was dropping even lower.

"Wenwen, your legs..."

I had barely started to say it when she knew what to do and bent her legs towards her arms, spreading them as wide as possible to the sides, like an "M," and also opening her labia to the sides. Similarly, I moved my hands to the back of her knees and pressed them against the bed, letting her legs rest naturally against my arms.

I gripped my erect penis and began to silently search for her vaginal opening.

"...If I can't get up in the morning, you're responsible for waking me up,"

Wenwen coldly said to me, so I could only reply, "I'll definitely wake you up later!"

I quickly found Wenwen's vaginal opening and placed the head of my penis on it.

I looked at her, and Wenwen knew I was about to penetrate her and became slightly nervous. But it was clear that she was different from the previous two times; she had lost her innocent shyness.

“Wenwen, I’m going in…”

Then I swayed my hips and legs, pushing my penis forward…

I felt her labia being parted again, and then the head of my penis entered her warm vagina.

I slowly entered her, and noticed Wenwen’s expression change. She went from looking at me coldly, then frowned, then showed a pained expression, and finally… “Ah…ah…ah! It hurts…!”

She put her hands on my chest, as if trying to push me away. I was startled by her sudden cry of pain. By then I was almost fully inside, but I immediately stopped. And she stopped crying out in pain after I stopped.

She looked at me fearfully, as if asking if I had done something strange again? But I was innocent, and I hadn’t expected her to suddenly act like this.

“Does it hurt a lot?”

I asked, and she nodded in response.

“But it’s the same as the first day, right? I didn’t do anything…”

I waited a while before carefully pushing in again. Wenwen started to frown and cry out in pain again, just as I was fully inside her.

"Brother...it hurts..."

After she said that, I suddenly remembered a basic fact.

"...Wenwen...your vagina seems too dry..."

I think I guessed right. The first two times were when she was wet after showering, which was why she was wet enough for me to penetrate. But today she had only been awake for a short time, so it's no wonder it was dry.

She looked at me, and I looked at her. For a moment, neither of us knew what to say or what to do. Her vagina contracted rhythmically and slightly, and my penis throbbed instinctively. At that moment, that was all we could do.

"...Brother...please stop..."

She looked at me pleadingly, hoping I would stop. I knew she was afraid of pain; after all, she had always been afraid of pain.

I just looked at her because we had already come this far, and I really didn't want to stop... And Wenwen knew my thoughts and desires, so she only said it once and then didn't say it again.

What should I do? Should I wait for her vagina to get wet? But I don't know how long that will take, and it might stay like this indefinitely. Should I get some lubricant? But where would I get lubricant now? Using water might wet her bed, not to mention having to take her to the bathroom again. So, the only option is...

"Wenwen, I know a way, but you have to use your own hand..."

She looked at me with wide eyes: "No... that's disgusting..."

She was genuinely a little disgusted looking at me because what I wanted to say was foreplay, a masturbation-like activity. But does she really know how to masturbate? After all, I'd heard her say before that she didn't know how, so she didn't feel anything...

"Why don't you do it yourself? I won't touch you."

Anyway, I'll give it a try, what else can I do?

"Wenwen? Okay?"

Then she was silent for a moment, and then asked me to leave her body. Because I was afraid of hurting her, I quickly pulled my penis all the way out, and she cried out again because of the pain.

I left her body and stopped pressing down on her, leaning back where I had been sleeping. But because the pillow was under her buttocks, I sat up straight, leaning against the bedside table.

I looked at Wenwen; her head was turned towards the wall, probably out of shyness, so she didn't want to look at me. I followed the blanket, watching her curves subtly revealed by it. Her buttocks, because of the pillow, looked unusually prominent.

I noticed a slight movement under the blanket; it must be her hand, touching her labia. Watching, I couldn't resist touching my own penis under the blanket, feeling the wetness of the condom. This wetness was definitely from Wenwen's vaginal lubrication, but it certainly wasn't enough, which was why she was in pain. I started masturbating slowly with Wenwen, but because of the condom, the sensation was much different. I started to worry again

, wondering if Wenwen even knew how to masturbate. Otherwise, with her groping like this, I didn't know how long I'd have to wait.

"Wenwen?" I called her cautiously, but she still didn't turn her head, only responding with a soft "hmm." "Do you know how to masturbate?"

I must have asked a question she didn't know how to answer, because she didn't respond for a long time, which is why I guessed she definitely didn't know how.

“…You girls have a clitoris on your labia, you need to touch that to feel it, touch it yourself.”

Suddenly, I felt like I was giving her a sex education lesson on masturbation, it felt really strange. I waited a few more minutes, but she still didn't respond, I didn't know if she had touched it or not.

“Did you touch it?”

I asked carefully again, but she was really getting impatient with my questions and snapped back, “It should be done by now!”

When she snapped at me like that, I was startled and confused, was she really done or was she just brushing me off? But since she said she was done, I thought she probably really was, she wouldn't want to joke about her pain.

So, I rolled over on top of her again and made her legs curl up again.

I held my penis again, aimed it at her vaginal opening, and entered her vagina. Maybe because of the condom, I still didn't feel any slipperiness, but Wenwen wasn't crying out in pain like before, so I thought she really was touching the right place, or she probably knew how to masturbate herself.

The thought of my entire penis being inserted into my younger sister's vagina, into the body of the woman I deeply loved, filled me with an indescribable sense of satisfaction and happiness. But looking at Wenwen, who was still turning her face away, pouting slightly and sulking, I felt incredibly guilty.

I didn't say anything, and began to slightly withdraw and insert again, starting to enjoy the feeling of making love with her.

"Why do you guys like making love so much? It's not very comfortable, and it feels strange..."

she suddenly asked me coldly, but she still didn't look at me. In that instant, I stopped, truly at a loss for words at her question.

"It feels really good for a guy..."

"...How good? I still feel hot and a little painful when you're moving, it's not comfortable at all."

"It feels like finally being united with someone I like. And it's because I love you that I really want to make love with you."

"Do you know what the first time means for a girl? What does making love mean? It's not just about physical comfort. But you always force me like this, you'll definitely keep coming to me whenever you want to in the future..." At

that moment, my heart was truly pierced by her words, and I couldn't speak for a long time.

"...From the time I promised to give it to you on my birthday, that night I gave it to you for the first time, I guessed that you might always be like this in the future." Suddenly, I saw tears well up in her eyes and slide down her cheeks. “And Mom and Dad are coming back next week. What if they find out what we’re doing? I’m also afraid my classmates at school will find out…”

“No, if neither of us tells them, they won’t know. Nobody will know. If you really want me to stop, I will.”

“No need. I’ve already given myself to you, and it’s happened several times already…”

At that moment, hearing her say that, perhaps because she was still innocent, or perhaps because it was her nature, I suddenly felt that Wenwen had truly resigned herself to her fate. It was as if she was saying that she had already given me her virginity, and unless I really wanted to leave her, she wouldn’t leave me.

“Wenwen, I’m sorry… I really love you. I didn’t know you were so sad. Don’t cry, okay? I’ll be sad too.”

Then she finally looked at me and wiped away her tears.

I had already released my hands from her legs, regretting hurting her so deeply, and was about to pull my penis out. But she probably noticed and said to me, "Didn't you want it, brother?"

"Because I saw you so sad..."

"It's okay, I didn't want to see you sad because you wanted it but had to endure it, so I've been willing to help you with my hand since that day... But in the future, if you want it, please don't force me like this anymore, okay?"

At that moment, Wenwen finally gave me a faint, shy, warm smile, which moved me so much that I couldn't speak. I will not leave Wenwen, I will never leave her, and I will never force her like this again. She has always been so obedient and well-behaved since childhood. Such a good girl, being my own sister, my lover, is truly my greatest happiness. I am so grateful to God for bringing her to me, and I am willing to bear all the sins for her, even if it's hell, I don't care.

I responded with a smile to her smile. I believed she could feel all the gratitude and emotion in my heart.

I gently spread her legs again and slowly pushed my penis back into her vagina, feeling her boundless warmth and embrace.

I began to move, and with each thrust, my rationality faded a little, and the desire for orgasm accumulated a little more.

With each thrust, my rationality faded a little, and the desire for orgasm accumulated a little more. It wasn't

until I noticed the violent rattling of the bed's springs that I realized my thrusting had unconsciously changed from the initial slight in-and-out movements to deep penetration.

Several minutes had passed, and I still didn't feel the urge to ejaculate, but the sullen coldness on Wenwen's face had disappeared, replaced by a gentle warmth, as if the pleasure of sex was bewitching her. Her body swayed up and down with each thrust. Her breasts, under her t-shirt and secured by a bra, still bounced slightly with elasticity.

"Wenwen, are you feeling good?"

I asked suddenly, looking at her expression lost in lust. Wenwen, unsure how to answer, remained silent.

"It's okay to feel pleasure, you won't be considered a bad girl because of it..."

Then I deliberately thrust harder into her, watching her restraint. She turned her head away, her soft moans still trying to hide from me.

Because I knew that pleasure was an innate, irresistible feeling inherent in human life, seeing her desperately trying to conceal it only aroused me more.

Suddenly... this won't do! I suddenly remembered what happened last time, when Wenwen couldn't handle the orgasm and fiercely resisted me. But then I realized, now I was on top of her; she couldn't possibly push me away. Perhaps this wasn't so bad. Forcing her to immerse herself in the vortex of orgasm might make her dislike me for a few days, or at least let her begin to experience this feeling. Otherwise, she couldn't just run away every time she orgasmed…

As soon as I made this decision, I started sweating, feeling hot and tired, and my movements involuntarily slowed down, allowing her to recover from the intense pleasure. Because I was covered by a blanket and slightly pressing down on Wenwen, my entire body was almost pressed against her breasts, and with such intense thrusting, I felt sweat dripping from my forehead onto Wenwen's face. She would only wipe it away with her hand after recovering from the haze of pleasure.

I really started to feel hot. Such intense movement under the blanket would really kill me if it went on for too long. I wanted to change positions, but then I wouldn't be able to hold her down when she resisted during her orgasm… Later, I couldn't resist the heat any longer, so I stopped and looked at her. After all, there would be plenty of opportunities in the future.

"Wenwen, I feel so hot. Can I not cover myself with the blanket and not lie on top of you? Let me change positions."

After recovering slightly from the pleasure, Wenwen looked at me and nodded. So I stood up, removed the blanket, and shifted my legs and body slightly forward, like the sex position often seen in adult films. This way, I could just bend my head and see my penis going in and out of her vagina, and reach out to touch her breasts. Because only the nightlight was on, Wenwen's body looked even more mature and sexy.

-- I noticed she seemed to be sweating, so I stopped the thrusting and asked her, "Are you hot too?"

Wenwen nodded in response.

"Then do you want to take off your clothes?"

She looked at me in surprise, unsure how to respond.

Before, when she only helped me masturbate, she hadn't said anything. I think she knew it herself; even after making love to me like this, she was still so unwilling to be naked in front of me, which was really strange.

"Wenwen… I've always found it strange that you don't like me seeing your body, but we've been making love like boyfriend and girlfriend or husband and wife, so it shouldn't be a problem if we're not wearing clothes…"

I stopped and looked at her. Wenwen looked back at me; after all, saying "like boyfriend and girlfriend or husband and wife" really made it clear. But I believe Wenwen was aware of this as well, which is why she answered me with silence.

I didn't ask her anything more, just waited for her to say what she wanted to say. Whether she refused or agreed, it was just a piece of clothing, and she could take it off if she really wanted to.

I thought she wouldn't answer, but after a while, she spoke hesitantly: "...Because I've always felt embarrassed to be naked in front of you, and I'm also a little chubby..."

I was really happy to hear her finally answer me. I think that's true; humans are naturally used to wearing clothes, so being naked, especially in front of the opposite sex, would definitely create a sense of rejection.

"I don't feel that way. You've always been very thin. I truly love you, so no matter what, as long as it's you, I will always love you."

Wenwen turned her head and eyes away again, but I clearly saw a faint, happy smile finally appear on her face.

I reached out and gently pulled her t-shirt up, and she didn't resist. I saw her fair abdomen, glistening with sweat. I pulled my shirt up further, slowly revealing her bra, stopping only at her neck.

My hand gently explored her bra, and she watched, a slight blush creeping onto her face. I began pushing the bra up from the bottom, away from her breasts. As her breasts were freed, her upper body was finally exposed before me.

In the dim light, her breasts, no longer held in place by the bra, spread wide open. I looked at her deep red nipples, noticing they were indeed about a centimeter erect from the pleasure of sex. The areolas weren't large, rather small.

I looked for a moment, then turned back to Wenwen, who was also watching me nervously.

"Look, you're so slim, with such a good figure, how could you be fat?"

Perhaps she would think I was lying, but I believed she could sense my sincerity, which is why she finally smiled back at me with relief.

I could feel that her heart had opened up to me again through her clothes, and her initial rejection and resistance had vanished without a trace.

"May I touch you?"

I still asked her before making a move, because I knew she didn't really like me touching her casually.

Wenwen was silent for a moment, then nodded slightly.

But when I extended my fingers, I looked at her first to make sure she didn't intend to resist, then gently held her breast...

At that moment, I was like a child who had discovered a more interesting toy, forgetting about making love, just wanting to play with her breasts.

I could just cover one of her breasts with one hand, gently kneading it and feeling the rise and fall of her breath.

I felt her heartbeat, so steady, as if her entire life was contained in that pulse.

Then I looked at her nipple, looked at her again to make sure she didn't show any disgust or resistance, then raised my hand away from her breast and slowly touched her nipple with my fingers.

I recalled that night in the bathroom, when I was rubbing her thighs and genitals through her underwear, and the painful memory of hitting my head when I suddenly pinched her nipple and she resisted. But I knew she wouldn't resist like that tonight. The change in a person's heart is truly indescribable.

When I gently pinched it, it felt almost the same as when I drugged and raped her six months ago—like rubber, hard yet elastic. Wenwen's eyes remained fixed on me, looking a little shy.

"Don't be too rough, it can hurt sometimes,"

she whispered, so I relaxed my grip and just pinched lightly.

After a while, looking at her deep red nipple, I couldn't help but want to imitate something from porn…

"Wenwen, can I... um... like the movie we watched together that night? Like a mother feeding a child?"

Wenwen knew what I was talking about. At first, she was surprised, but then she couldn't help but laugh, as if she thought I was being ridiculous.

"No!" Although she said that, the smile that lingered on her lips was completely unconvincing.

"Okay..."

So I smiled and pulled my penis out, then nervously moved my face down towards her breast.

"Brother! What are you doing?!" Wenwen realized I was serious and quickly put her hands on my forehead, trying to stop me. But I felt she wasn't really trying to stop me. In the end, she just put her hands on my hair, and I still pressed my face against her right breast, my left hand supporting her right breast, and my right hand kneading her left breast.

Looking at Wenwen's nipple so closely, I couldn't help but swallow. Then, I opened my mouth and slowly took Wenwen's right nipple into my mouth...

The feeling really reminded me of sucking on a pacifier when I was a child, feeling a firm, elastic bump in my mouth. So I placed my tongue against Wenwen's nipple and began to gently suckle. As I sucked, Wenwen couldn't help but laugh again: "...Brother...it tickles...I'm ticklish..."

Of course, I knew she was ticklish, so I didn't respond to her. I just started trying to play with her nipple with my tongue, like I'd seen in porn. After all, I'd watched porn for so long, but I'd never actually sucked on a woman's nipple before. Wenwen seemed to feel even ticklisher and laughed softly. Then I stopped and gently bit her nipple with my teeth. She immediately reacted with a cry, a mix of anger and pain, telling me not to bite anymore, and that it really hurt.

So I sucked as usual, and just kept sucking. It was strange, but sucking like that really made me feel calmer and more at peace. Wenwen stopped laughing and just gently placed her hands on my hair, it really felt like a mother feeding her child. It was then that I suddenly realized she wasn't my mother, but my younger sister, and only 14 years old…

I stopped sucking, sat up from her breast, and saw that her nipple and areola were covered in my saliva. Her nipple was slightly deformed from being sucked so much. Wenwen, however, remained calm, looking at me with a slight smile.

At that moment, I felt so happy, just like a loving, ordinary couple, always finding solace in each other. And I believed Wenwen felt the same way.

Looking at her, I suddenly wanted to play a prank on her: “Wenwen, I drank your milk…”

When she heard me say that, she looked at me in disbelief and asked, “Really?” At that moment, she seemed to believe me, thinking I had actually drunk her breast milk. But how could that be? If I had really drunk it, I would have to worry about her getting pregnant.

I deliberately continued to tease her, simply saying, “Yes, I’m full, now I’m going to continue making love.”

But Wenwen must have realized I was joking, only drinking her own saliva, so she just smiled gently and didn’t say anything more.

Then I readjusted my position, allowing my penis to fully erect, adjusted the condom, spread her legs, and slowly inserted myself into her vagina again.

I thrust in and out again, feeling frustrated again because I still didn't experience much pleasure.

After a few more minutes, I realized this wasn't working, so I said to her,

"Wenwen, with the condom on, I really don't feel much..."

Wenwen looked at me, knowing I wasn't lying, and fell silent.

Finally, she looked at me calmly and said, "Then you don't need to wear it, brother. I'll go to the toilet and wash myself clean, so I won't get pregnant."

Perhaps because the atmosphere was so good, as if we were already husband and wife, and because the previous two times had been fine, Wenwen believed that as long as she washed herself quickly, she wouldn't get pregnant, and agreed so readily.

I still struggled with this for a while, but I quickly succumbed to reason and actually took off the condom, then entered her vagina again.

I started thrusting, feeling the direct, wet heat.

Perhaps this time Wenwen didn't have the same intense orgasm as last time, but our hearts were full and happy; this truly is the essence of sex.

I moved her thighs together against my chest, causing her vagina to naturally tighten. It was as if my penis, which had been gently held, was now being gripped tightly. This stimulating sensation was something I had never experienced before.

I continued to push my engorged glans through her vagina, then withdraw, then thrust in again, enjoying every fold and warmth. Before long, I began to feel my penis grow larger and harder, and a tingling, itchy sensation started from the base; I was about to ejaculate.

"Wenwen...I..."

On the verge of climax, I wanted to tell her I was about to ejaculate, but I couldn't finish the sentence, or rather, I spoke too late, entering the final, passionate moment. I believed Wenwen would know, so even if I said it, it would be pointless.

With the final thrust, I used almost the force of a hammer, like hammering a nail, slamming my penis deep into my sister's vagina, the glans reaching the very depths, motionless, and then I ejaculated.

I kept staring at her face, my heart pounding, occasionally blinking from the intense pleasure. Wenwen watched me calmly and gently, feeling every movement of my ejaculation.

The atmosphere was so good tonight; I ejaculated a lot, and it lasted quite a while. At one point, I thought the ejaculation might never stop.

When I finished, everything went blank, leaving me weakly lying down in her arms. Wenwen automatically opened her legs, accepting me into her embrace. I naturally remained in the penetrating position, lying in her arms for a while.

The exhaustion after ejaculation always made me need to rest for a while. I had expected Wenwen to nervously push me away and run to the bathroom, but this time she didn't. She just held me gently, as if waiting for me to regain my strength.

"Did you feel good this time, brother? It lasted so long..."

she asked calmly and gently, because she must have known that this ejaculation was the longest and most intense of the three times I'd ejaculated.

Still exhausted, I couldn't resist teasing her again, so I jokingly said, "Because I just drank a lot of your milk..."

Wenwen smacked my head and laughed, scolding me for being annoying.

"Wenwen, I love you so much, so much... Will you stay by my side forever?"

But she didn't answer me, or perhaps she thought she didn't need to, and remained silent.

I don't know how long I lay on top of her, maybe a few minutes. As my strength returned, my rationality and worry resurfaced.

I pulled out my completely wet penis, nervously and quickly jumped off the bed and stood by the bedside, nervously grasping her hand: "Wenwen! Quick! Go to the bathroom!"

Because, having regained my senses, I remembered that if she got pregnant, it wouldn't be a joke!

Wenwen first put her bra and t-shirt back on, and even picked up her underwear before preparing to stand up.

But after shifting on the bed for a while, she touched her genitals, which were covered by her t-shirt.

“Brother… it’ll drip onto the floor… ah, it’s already on the bed!”

“…Then use your underwear to pad it!”

“No! It’ll be hard to clean!”

She responded with a slight smile and a scolding tone, so I had no choice but to immediately cover Wenwen’s vaginal opening with my palm.

She was startled by my actions. Before, whenever I tried to touch her, I was prepared to be yelled at and slapped away. But this was a tense moment, so I didn't care.

She probably knew that covering my hands with her hands would prevent dripping onto the floor, and given the pleasant atmosphere after our conversation, a few seconds later she gently covered my hands with her own, like a double protection.

Then, Wenwen stood up in this strange posture, legs slightly apart from her thighs, and walked into the bathroom like a duck.

Finally, while rinsing herself in the bathroom, she laughed and scolded me, "You said it would only be fifteen minutes? It's already past five!"

I thought, this should be the beginning of a truly stable relationship for us…

Chapter 49

Two or three days before Wenwen's school winter break, she said her homeroom teacher wanted me to come to the school. Hearing this, I was very puzzled. Did I really think something had happened to Wenwen at school? Wenwen smiled and told me that it was probably to talk about her high school entrance exams, because the teachers had already asked her parents to come to the school for several meetings. I guess so. After all, my parents are still in Southeast Asia, and I'm the only adult in the family.

So that day, I even swapped shifts with a colleague to accompany Wenwen to her middle school early in the morning. That middle school is actually my alma mater; I graduated from middle school there, so I didn't feel awkward at all.

Because the school hadn't had any instructors yet, only the discipline director and the gatekeeper were standing at the school gate. The discipline director was a teacher I didn't recognize, but the gatekeeper was the same one, with his little yellow guard dog still by his side. They stopped me when they saw me trying to enter the school, and after I explained my purpose to Wenwen, they let me change my ID and enter.

The school was really full of students, running around everywhere, creating a scene of anarchy. Plus, it was almost holiday time, making it even more of a lawless zone. I realized how much my alma mater had changed, and it reminded me of the times I used to play with many classmates.

Since Wenwen didn't know if our homeroom teacher had arrived yet, she could only take me to the classroom first. When I entered their classroom, I immediately became the center of attention. Wenwen's close friend from school approached me, and Wenwen smiled and replied that I was her brother, and that she had come because the teacher wanted to see me. Upon hearing this, they and those around them who were watching looked on with understanding and returned to their previous conversation.

Wenwen then pulled me to her seat and started chatting with her friend. I listened from the side, occasionally letting her friend talk to me. Being surrounded by several girls the same age as Wenwen made me feel quite happy.

Suddenly, someone shouted that the teacher was coming, and everyone quickly ran back to their seats—a scene exactly like when I was in middle school.

I stood next to Wenwen, watching the corridor outside the classroom as a middle-aged woman walked by. As she walked, she turned her head to look into the classroom; she noticed me and kept staring at me. When she stepped into the classroom through the front door, the class monitor called out, "Stand up, salute, hello teacher!" And I instinctively followed suit.

After everyone was seated, the teacher turned to me with a smile and said, "You must be Wenwen's brother?"

"Yes."

"Wenwen? Why didn't you bring your brother to the office to see me?"

Although the teacher meant no harm, I was still worried that Wenwen would think the teacher was scolding her, so I answered first.

"I just wanted to come and see where Wenwen usually has her classes."

The teacher smiled politely and said, "Please wait a moment, I'll take you to the teacher's office right away."

Then I remember the teacher called out the class monitor and asked him to take all the platoon leaders to the textbook room to collect the class's winter vacation homework after they finished cleaning. Then, after the hygiene monitor and others started the announcement, they led the whole class in a school-wide cleaning activity, responsible for cleaning their own classroom and other areas outside the classroom.

At that time, I really thought to myself, this kind of teacher commanding the whole class is something you only see in elementary and junior high schools. After I entered high school, everyone probably became more mischievous, and sometimes when teachers asked students to do something, I had to shamelessly ask them to do it.

Finally, the teacher smiled and said, "Then please come with me to the office."

I followed her to the advisor's office, where she invited me to sit at the guest seating area. A female student poured me a cup of tea.

"Wenwen said that your parents are in Southeast Asia, so you're the only adult in your family, your brother?"

"Yes."

"It must be tough, taking care of your younger sister?"

"To be honest, it seems like Wenwen is the one taking care of me."

As I spoke, I laughed shyly, and the teacher smiled back.

"Do you have any plans for Wenwen?"

"Plans? You mean her studies?"

"As her advisor, and since they're about to graduate, they filled out a form outlining her future life goals. After reviewing it, I felt that Wenwen's future plans weren't good for her. She doesn't seem to want to continue her studies, but with only a junior high school diploma, she might face difficulties when she enters the workforce due to insufficient education."

I paused for a moment, pondering the teacher's words.

“Wenwen did talk to me about studying, but she didn’t clearly say whether she wanted to continue her studies or had other plans.”

“What are your thoughts, her parents?”

“Her parents still hope she can continue her studies, but ultimately it depends on her own decision.”

“With Wenwen’s grades, getting into a prestigious school like Taipei First Girls’ High School is a bit of a stretch, but I believe it wouldn’t be too difficult for her to get into a regular high school or vocational school.”

So we talked about her studies again, and I asked the teacher, “How is Wenwen’s performance at school?”

“She’s always been very well-behaved and obedient, and gets along well with her classmates. I’m not too worried about her.”

“Wait, can I take Wenwen away first? It’s almost Chinese New Year, and there are some things at home that need her help with.”

Hearing my request, the teacher nodded without much hesitation and told me that after the big cleaning, Wenwen could take her winter vacation homework and go home first. Anyway, there wasn’t much to do today, and the students should be able to leave early.

We chatted for a while longer until the school bell rang, signaling the start and end of classes. Someone then announced the start of the cleaning. The teacher, somewhat embarrassed, told me she had other things to do, so I smiled and said I understood, adding that I needed to find Wenwen again before leaving the professor's office.

When I returned to her classroom, I couldn't find Wenwen anywhere. Her classmates told me she was cleaning the restrooms in another college building.

Walking along the road, watching a group of students playing and cleaning brought back many memories. I remembered how our group used to play a water-spraying game at the very end of the cleaning. In winter, with everything soaking wet, it was truly a test of physical strength and stamina.

I found the restroom Wenwen was cleaning and, sure enough, she was scraping the water off the floor and cleaning the girls' restroom. The boys' restroom was being cleaned by the boys from her class.

I watched from outside. Wenwen noticed me standing in the hallway and waved happily, knowing I was there, before turning back to continue cleaning.

I turned my head and looked at the world outside the corridor railing. Students were moving around everywhere in the school, all busy cleaning, looking very lively. I recalled the night school I was currently attending, where the situation was much worse. Everyone was always on the go, and teachers had to personally lead the teams down to clean. No wonder the older folks say that the younger people are the more energetic.

A while later, as I was looking at the clouds, I felt a tap on the shoulder. I turned around and saw Wenwen standing behind me; she must have finished cleaning. She smiled and said, "Brother, what did the teacher talk to you about?"

"It was about the school entrance exam, mostly about that."

Then I noticed that the number of people had decreased; those who had finished cleaning must have returned to the classroom. A few of Wenwen's friends had also been standing and listening for a while before telling Wenwen that they also wanted to go back to the classroom, not wanting to hear the teacher talk to me about Wenwen's personal matters.

We talked for a while longer, and I tried my best to tell her everything I had said to the teacher.

Then the loudspeaker rang again, announcing that the cleaning was finished, and the corridors were even sparsely populated; everyone had probably rushed back to the classrooms.

"Brother, I have to go back to the classroom..."

she said to me, and as she was about to turn away, I grabbed her hand. Wenwen looked at me, thinking that I still had some conversation with the teacher that I hadn't told her yet.

“I’ll go to the classroom with you. The teacher said you can go back once you have your winter break workbook, so let’s go back together.”

“Okay!”

She smiled and gave me a firm reply, then took my hand and walked side by side with me under the corridor. Although I felt a pang of guilt again, I was no longer afraid to back down. So what if someone saw? What really matters is this sincerity; holding it in my hand will always give me the courage to face anything.

When we entered the classroom, I wanted to let go of her hand, but Wenwen held it tightly and wouldn’t let go. Actually, thinking about it carefully, Wenwen and I are like siblings, so it shouldn’t matter if we held hands in front of her classmates; no one would care too much.

“…You and your brother have such a good relationship.”

A female classmate next to Wenwen’s seat couldn’t help but speak up when she saw how close Wenwen and I were.

“I also wish I had a brother like that. My brother only scolds me and even steals my TV.”

Another girl said this, and as if in agreement, a group of girls around us started chattering and talking badly about their brothers.

Just then, the teacher, along with the class monitor and the other monitor, returned to the classroom with a large stack of winter vacation homework, instructing the monitor to distribute it, one book per person.

"Wenwen, if you get your winter vacation homework, you can go home with your brother first,"

the teacher said with a smile. Wenwen packed her things, then tugged at my sleeve, following me as we prepared to leave the classroom.

As we were about to leave, I nodded my thanks to the teacher before leading Wenwen away…

Even after leaving school, Wenwen remained hesitant, clinging to my sleeve as if afraid of being seen being too intimate. But after we'd walked a distance, without my noticing, she slowly wrapped her arms around my left hand, leaning against me, sharing warmth in the cold wind. Passersby, seeing our closeness, would likely only think we were close siblings, not suspecting we were already intimate, like lovers or a married couple.

I led Wenwen for a while, then she realized this wasn't the shortest route home and asked where we were going.

“It’s not even ten o’clock yet, let’s go get breakfast first. I’ll take you to a good breakfast shop, it might be a bit far.”

“I’ll pay!”

Wenwen smiled and asked me to pay, hugging me tighter like a cute little girl, or a kitten, snuggling up to me.

About ten minutes later, we finally arrived at the breakfast shop in the alley. After ordering breakfast from the owner amidst the crowd, I chose the most secluded and inconspicuous spot and sat down with Wenwen.

Because the shop was popular and crowded, we didn’t attract any attention at all, and no one even glanced at us.

I flipped through the newspaper on the table, and after casually looking at it, Wenwen told me, “I have to go to school tomorrow, and then winter vacation starts. Before Mom and Dad come back, you have to take me to Taipei to buy New Year’s goods.”

“Every year you go to buy your favorite candy, aren’t you afraid of gaining several kilograms?”

I jokingly threatened her.

"Brother, didn't you say you'd still like me even if I got fat?"

she retorted with a grin. Just as I was about to argue back, the server brought over our milk tea, interrupting our conversation. I turned back to my newspaper, while Wenwen drank her own milk tea, neither of us saying a word.

More than five minutes later, our burgers finally arrived. It wasn't so much that the shop was slow, but rather that it was incredibly busy; the owner was inevitably overwhelmed with customers. The best things about this shop were its perfectly flavored milk tea and burgers—truly addictive.

I picked up my burger, my eyes glued to the latest tech news. Suddenly, Wenwen snatched the newspaper from me.

"Brother! Don't read the newspaper while eating! It's a bad habit!"

she began, like a concerned mother hen, urging me to break some bad habits. So, I could only focus on my burger, taking a big bite.

With nothing else to read, my eyes naturally lingered on the burger and Wenwen sitting across from me. She felt my gaze on her for a while, and finally couldn't help but blush, smiling, "Brother, what are you doing?!"

"I don't have any newspapers to read, so I can only look at you."

"Looking at my own burger."

"But the burger isn't as pretty as you..."

Wenwen stopped replying, just smiling shyly as she looked around, not daring to meet my gaze.

I watched Wenwen consciously make her eating movements more delicate, taking small bites of her burger and sipping her milk tea, it was truly a beautiful sight. At that moment, I felt that being able to watch her like this was truly a kind of happiness.

I glanced around to make sure no one in the store was paying attention, then called out, "Wenwen..."

Hearing my call, she finally turned her gaze back to me.

"Hmm...?"

"Your lips..."

Hearing me say that, she picked up a tissue to wipe her lips, probably thinking she had ketchup or something on them.

“No, I didn’t wipe it… Turn your face slightly, I’ll wipe it for you.”

So, as soon as she turned her face to the side, I quickly kissed her…

Wenwen was a little stunned at first, then scolded me with a mixture of joy and anger, and pretended to hit me.

“You’re so annoying!”

“Don’t hit me, because I can only look at you and I think you’re so cute that I want to kiss you!”

Wenwen smiled shyly, and looked at the counter and the surroundings worriedly, whispering to me, “Don’t do that anymore, it’ll be terrible if someone sees us…”

“No one will see us. Even if someone sees us, they’ll probably just think we’re a couple who look like a married couple, they won’t know.”

“Who looks like a married couple with you?”

“You and me…”

She looked at me shyly and with a sweet smile, and didn’t say anything more.

I took the hamburger, sat down in the chair next to her, carefully put my arm around her waist, and lay down next to her, leaning on each other.

“…Wenwen, I want…”

I whispered to her in her ear, making a request that only she and I could hear, but Wenwen pretended not to understand and didn’t respond.

"...Wenwen, I want...can you give it to me when we get home...?"

She still didn't answer me.

"...If you don't answer, I'll tickle you."

So she finally managed a shy smile and said, "No... I don't want to..."

"But this time I didn't force you—"

I had originally wanted to appeal to her emotions, to let her know I wasn't forcing her this time, hoping to make her feel respected, and in the end, she could only comply. Unexpectedly, humans are indeed creatures of evolution; perhaps I'd used this method too many times, because she cleverly uttered a line I couldn't refute: "That's why I said I don't want to. If you keep saying that, it's disrespectful, it's like you're forcing me."

I was truly speechless at her response, and could only agonize over it myself.

"...Then when will you want it?"

"I don't know, maybe not for the next few months."

I knew she was serious; girls her age, compared to boys, aren't at an age where they're controlled by sex hormones. For them to have the desire for sex, it really takes the right time, place, and circumstances.

So what should I do? Do I really need Wenwen to be my omnipotent helper? What if she doesn't want to?

After a while, perhaps seeing how upset I was, or perhaps she had just been teasing me, Wenwen smiled and said, "...Okay...when we go to sleep tonight..."

Hearing her finally agree willingly, I couldn't help but hug her tightly, kiss her again, and sincerely tell her many words of love.

She simply leaned against my shoulder, sharing our warmth.

Suddenly, Wenwen's eyes drifted to the window, and then, as if seeing something, her expression and body froze, motionless, and slightly trembling.

I turned my head and saw two female students outside the shop wearing the same uniform as Wenwen. They were also looking inside, staring at us with expressions of disbelief.

I recognized them; they were some of Wenwen's best friends from school, whom I had just met in the classroom. They must have been there shortly after Wenwen and I left school, when school had also let out, which explained their presence.

When I recognized them, a chill ran down my spine, because I knew they must have witnessed Wenwen and me kissing and engaging in other intimate acts...

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