Living with a foot massage girl

A legendary mage account with an extraordinary history, a level 69 HaoFang ID, and no
trace of anything worth boasting about during his four years of university.
So when an unassuming job offer arrived from another city, I promptly went there.
The pay was average; buying a house was a pipe dream, but it was more than enough to support myself. After renting a
two-bedroom apartment, I started to have some lewd fantasies about roommates… The day after I posted the roommate ad, I
received that voice that made my heart flutter. So sweet, so incredibly sweet! Perhaps it was because I'd been holding back for too long, but
that afternoon , when I opened the door, even someone like me, who's been immersed in (harmonious) BXJ (a type of online dating platform) for so many years, couldn't
suppress my secret delight. Super cute eyes, long hair cascading down her shoulders, those slender
legs … Empty, relaxed, Lanlan? ??? Countless nude photos of female celebrities flashed through my mind. Okay, back then I
realized that all the "fan service" posts from JRs were garbage. Only when the real person stood in front of me could I feel that
thrill of wanting to get an erection but not daring to. "Hello, you're the one who called yesterday..."
"Hmm, let me take a look..."
After some small talk, I started going on and on about how great the house was and how convenient the transportation was.
The girl chuckled and said, "The house is nice, but you don't seem like a good person."
"No way!" I snapped. "I'll show you what a good person is! You can have your water and electricity waived!"
"Really? Then please help me carry these boxes later..."
At first, I thought that in such a small space, there would definitely be a lot of friction. Three seconds,
offensive foul. A week later, I found out that we were not even in the same league. Every morning
when I went to work, I never saw her get up. Every day when I went to sleep, she had not come back yet. On weekends, she
would leave at 10 o'clock and not return until late at night. For someone as experienced as me, I
immediately judged that she must be from the National Security Agency.
From then on, I dared not lewdly gaze at the lingerie on the balcony and fantasize about endless spring scenery anymore. I just obediently
played Hupu (a Chinese online gambling platform) indoors and would discuss the pornographic pictures when I had nothing to do. I've seen too much of that, it's not interesting anymore.
It wasn't until a month later that I learned her name. That night, after she came back, I was
playing games with my classmates on Haofang. I didn't sleep and didn't hear her taking a shower, but I heard her coughing violently.
It broke my heart. I can't bear to see such a delicate girl sick. In the morning, I went straight to the pharmacy
to buy her some loquat syrup and left a note: "Hey, drink this, it's really effective, don't delay."
As had watched naked beard picking up girls tutorials, I knew that this trick would basically take away half of her health.
Sure enough, when I got home from work that evening, I saw an extra line on the paper: "I'm not called 'Hey,' you can call me Wenwen
, thanks, you bad boy~~" Looking at the words on the paper, my damn compassionate heart went out of control again.
I remembered that pear juice can cure coughs, so I went to buy some, sliced them, and steamed them in the rice cooker. I wasn't asleep, and
when I saw her downstairs, I immediately put the pear juice on the table and left a note: "Wenwen, drink this,
and you'll be better by tomorrow." -- I, who was pretending to be asleep, was overjoyed to hear the girl drinking water outside. I knew I
had basically won her over.
: It's delicious, thank you, you bad guy~~ : That's good, call me if you need anything -- good guy I thought about
fast- forwarding, but I didn't expect it to be this fast.
That weekend, she didn't go to work. When she woke up at lunchtime, she smiled and said to me, "You bad boy,
thank you for the medicine. I'll treat you to lunch!"
"I'm a good person. What do you want to eat? Just tell me. How can I let a little brat like you treat me? Honestly."
I took Wenwen out to eat, and then tricked her into going to the movies. Although she called me a bad guy the whole way,
she didn't refuse any of my requests. When we got home, I took a shower and lay in bed. I had only been dozing off for a short while when I saw
Wenwen standing at the door, her face flushed, wearing a skirt suit and black stockings, having taken off her coat. "Bad guy, do me a favor, come to my
room!"
This is too fast! I glanced at my brother and thought of the old saying from JRs: "We'll talk about it later." I
pretended to be a little hesitant and went to her room. It smelled so good. "You bad boy, you sleep on the bed..." Wenwen's voice was very soft,
but I still heard it. No way, she likes the woman-on-top position?
"Turn around and lie down..."
My God, could she be a man? This disguise is too damn good! Stockings, oh my god,
she's rubbing my feet with hers. "Does it feel good?" Wenwen's slightly shy voice made me want to explode.
"It feels good, it feels so damn good." So she has a foot fetish, what a weirdo. Calves, thighs, buttocks, back,
her stockinged feet kept teasing every cell in my body. Then, she suddenly pressed her legs against my
back , her long hair cascading down and fluttering around my ears. Okay, at that moment, I was already hard. What was she going to
do?
"You bastard, give me your hands!"
If I could hold your hand, I'd be willing to be twisted into a bow. "You bad guy, go sit by the wall!"
I turned around and saw that she was lying behind me. Her breasts, not very big but full, were accentuated by
her bra making me swallow my saliva. Seriously? Can you do this? She actually tried
to lift me up with her knees. I finally realized she was giving me a massage. "Okay, relax," she insisted, her face
flushed . After several failures, she finally succeeded and jumped up happily. I wished she would fail a few more times,
because that way I could lie in her arms, especially when my little hands touched her legs in black stockings. After
this ordeal, there was no longer any barrier between us. Wenwen started telling me everything:
the girls all had back massages when they got massages, but she didn't know how to do it, so she had to use me as a test subject.
"Girl, feel free to try, don't be shy!"
"You jerk, I thought you were going to look down on me..."
"How could that be? Only legitimate people work this hard. But be careful doing this yourself."
"Yes, I know. I didn't do well in my studies, so I'm doing this to earn some money first."
After that, Wenwen and I became like friends who had known each other for years. I started deliberately waiting until night
to have late-night snacks with her, and she started raiding my room and cleaning it when I wasn't there. She
would always mess around with me during her only two days off each month. I started holding her hand to go to the movies, and she started drinking my half-finished iced tea.
I don't know if this is love, but I only know that holding her feels so wonderful. To be honest,
although I had countless lewd thoughts about her underwear at first, when I held her, I didn't think about
anything else. I never mentioned "bed exercises," even while she was kissing me with her sweet words and tongue... I thought life would continue happily like
this , but then a melodramatic scene, the kind you only see on TV, cruelly played out. A phone call at home
brought news of her father's serious illness, and Wenwen burst into tears on the spot. Seeing her emotionally unstable state, I decisively accompanied her on
the train home. Perhaps I should have known that her family wasn't well-off, but as someone who had just started working, I
didn't much money to give. I took out all my savings and borrowed some money from colleagues. This amount of money would basically only last
for two or three months. Wenwen didn't refuse my money. After settling things at home, she actually came back with me.
I comforted her, saying, "It's okay, let's figure something out together, things will get better." Wenwen gave a bitter smile and
cried in my arms all night.
A few days later, I saw Wenwen get out of an A8. When I saw the old man who helped her out,
I said to her directly: "You're moving away, right?"
Wenwen didn't say anything, went into the room and started packing her things until very late.
She didn't leave; she was wearing her pajamas and went straight to my bed.
xxxxxxxxxxx (280 words omitted here) To be honest, this was the first time I had ever seen her so crazy.
She kept panting in my ear: I want you, you bad boy!
"I don't want to do it."
"You think I'm dirty?" Wenwen's tears streamed down her face... No one can resist a beautiful body,
especially someone like me who doesn't have much practical experience. It was so tight, so incredibly tight. All I know is that I was a bit rough with her that day
. I still see the teeth marks on the sheets from where Wenwen bit my shoulder. I was stunned:
Wenwen , was this your first time?
"Dream on, your period is here, you didn't finish cleaning up yesterday."
...When I woke up in the morning, Wenwen had already left. At that moment, I suddenly remembered the date of her period.
Wasn't it the 23rd before? How did it become the 6th?
You dialed her number, but it was switched off... On the table was a wad of cash and a
note: You bad guy, you're a good person~
The End

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