A Computer Repairman's Romantic Encounters

I remember it was June 2003, during the NBA Finals. I was watching the live text commentary online when my boss told me that a friend's computer might be infected with a virus and I needed to fix it. I was so frustrated! Being able to read the text was already annoying enough, but now I couldn't even read the text.

Some might say, "Why don't you go to the client's house to watch TV?" Ah, only those who know the struggles know the real story! There was a guy in our company who watched the NBA, and a client complained, so our boss docked 200 yuan from his pay. Back then, a month's salary was only 600 yuan, and he was heartbroken!

Later, the company leadership held a meeting specifically about this, emphasizing that we should prioritize clients, maintain a good attitude, and even without connections, not be too casual at clients' homes and be mindful of our manners—after all, we're university students. Annoyed as I was, things still had to be done, and life had to go on.

A dozen minutes later, I arrived at the client's house according to the address, rang the doorbell, and a few seconds later the door opened. I was stunned—a stunningly beautiful woman! In my twenty-odd years of life, I've never seen such an elegant girl. Even now, I can only say she has an exceptionally high level of poise. This poise is entirely a feeling, like how some people exude a powerful aura, you can sense it but can't quite articulate it.

I stood frozen at the doorway. The girl opposite me noticed the tool bag in my hand, smiled, and said, "You're a computer repairman, right?"

I snapped out of my daze. "Yes, I'm sorry! I'm from the countryside, I've never seen anything like this before, I've never met a girl with such elegance."

The girl said, "Oh, thank you! Come in! Change your slippers here and then go to that room upstairs." Then she turned around, and I vaguely saw her smiling face as she turned. Looking back now, it's true, she must have been complimented on her beauty by many people, but I'm probably the first person to say she had such elegance.

After changing my slippers, I looked around the room. Wow! Rich people's rooms are so grand, the decor is so luxurious. I wonder if I'll ever have the chance to live in a house like that in my lifetime? Because of this idea, I used to dream of finding a beautiful, rich girl to be my live-in son-in-law, hehe, that way I could avoid decades of hard work! I'm so unambitious, aren't I, folks? Unfortunately, now that I'm married, I'll have to figure out that dream of living in a mansion myself. Judging from the current situation, it seems like a long way off!

Following the stairs, I arrived at the girl's room. The laptop was already on; it was a Sony.

The girl pointed at the computer and said, "It was fine last night, but it stopped working this morning. Could it be that a file I received via QQ yesterday had a virus?"

I went closer to look: "Why is the local connection crossed out?" I checked the network cable; it was plugged in properly. Following the cable, I saw it ran from the ceiling to the balcony and then to the next room. Yeah, it's probably split by a router. These days, rich people have multiple computers, and those without money use routers to share the internet cost. However, some places are already blocking shared internet access. Chinese telecom providers are despicable; I'll just say that here.

Although it's said that "the devil is always one step ahead," there aren't many tech-savvy people, and there are countless ways to bypass the restrictions online. But even the simplest methods are still beyond the reach of some people. They have a natural awe of computers, haha! That's where people like us come in handy.

Back in the Windows 95/98 era, installing a system was something only professionals could do. Unlike now, Ghost systems are everywhere; even newbies can just throw in a disc, and it's working in ten minutes. Only when the computer is severely infected with a virus do we, the experts, have to step in. Sigh, because general computer maintenance has become so low-skilled, our wages have always been very low, basically on par with the average wage in many places.

"Let's go check if the router next door is turned off?" I said, walking towards the next room, the girl following closely behind. When we got there, everything seemed normal. I unplugged and replugged all the network cables connected to the router, but the port connected to the girl's room still wasn't lit.

"This network cable might be broken. Let me get the cable tester to check it." I took it out of my toolbox and tested it. It turned out that pins 3 and 8 were not lit.

"Ah, pins 3 and 8 are not lit. Are they broken?" the girl asked softly.

"Hmm, pins 3 and 8 might be broken. But that's easy to fix. A network cable has 8 pins in total, but usually only pins 1, 2, 3, and 6 are used. If you can't find the fault, just make sure the wiring on both sides of any 4 working pins is in the same order. Now I'll check the cable."

I followed the cable to the balcony and saw that the cable at the bend on the balcony seemed to have a problem. I climbed up. (P.S. Tip: Because of the nature of network cables, I always keep one of these in my laptop bag. It uses four cores with RJ45 connectors, two connectors on one side are 568b, and one connector on the other side is 568b and one is 568a. This way, one network cable can be both a straight-through and a crossover cable, saving space in the laptop bag.)

Sure enough, when I picked up the network cable, I saw some signs of wear. I called out to the girl, "Miss, could you please get me some scissors and black tape from that open toolbox?" Hehe, it's a habit. I always want to order around younger girls. After all, I'm the manager! But nowadays, many girls don't want to be called "Miss" anymore. Sigh, let's mourn for the word "Miss" for three seconds.

The girl turned around, took out scissors and black tape from her toolbox, and handed them to me. I lowered my head, reached down to take them, and suddenly, I froze. I saw it! I saw it! Haha! It wasn't a wasted trip; just this one thing surpasses countless NBs! Oh, sorry, it's two points, two points! I was so excited. Did you all guess it? The girl wasn't wearing a bra. Heaven, you've been kind to me! I lost my NB, but who knows if it's a blessing in disguise.

The girl's breasts looked very firm. Who can argue with that? If they weren't firm, they would sag even more without a bra. In the very center of those fair breasts, two bright red hickeys stood proudly. The areolas were the size of a lithium battery, unlike the areolas of many Japanese AV actresses these days, which are so large they can't even be described as terrifying. My little brother instantly stood erect within 0.1 seconds. I don't know how long I stared, and I still don't, because I never asked the question.

"What are you looking at? Aren't you going to take it?" The girl looked up, her face flushed with slight anger, probably because she had seen my lewd gaze and the tent that had just been erected above her. (It was a little past 10 o'clock, and the sunlight was quite strong, so the girl hadn't looked up at first. If she had, even if I had seen her, it would have been for less than half a second. Ah, I love the sun, that is, the sun.)

I quickly withdrew my reluctant gaze, handed over the tools with one hand, without even thinking of touching her slender hand. I gently untied the network cable, reconnected the broken white-green and brown wires, and then wrapped them with black electrical tape. "Done, job done!" I jumped off the balcony, aiming inwards, not outwards. Unlike those Huawei experts who land every jump perfectly, I've never heard of anyone surviving a jump from Huawei. Truly world-leading.

I walked over; the girl was opening IE, and the Hao123 homepage popped up. A casual glance (I really didn't mean to look, please don't hit me!) revealed a visible strap mark inside her clothes. Damn, that's incredible speed! She's dressed so quickly, I sighed.

"Try it again to see if there are any problems. If not, I'm leaving," I said disappointedly, my eyes still fixed on the screen. Although she didn't speak, she seemed very tense.

She double-clicked to open QQ, and I glanced at the number—oh my god! 998891*8, this number looks familiar. Let me think, who is this again? I stared at her QQ.

The girl turned around and said, "No problem, it's fast, you can go now."

"Are you the username Bing'er?" I already remembered, before logging into QQ.

"How did you know?" The girl turned around.

"My username is Xingye Han," I said slowly.

"Brother Han, is it really you? Thank you for helping me so much before, for teaching me so much about computers. I never expected such a coincidence!" The girl was a little excited.

Hehe, we live in the same city, but I've never met any of my online friends in person, because as everyone knows, there are just too many dinosaurs these days. I've met a few before, but after seeing so many, I got disappointed and never saw them again, not even in videos. I'd rather fantasize than be disappointed, so I haven't met any more of my online friends since.

But this Bing'er is special. Once, when I was troubleshooting a problem on QQ, I spent too long trying to fix it, and my headset happened to break. So I just asked for her phone number and called her. Because of her pleasant voice, I even wrote a "poem" about it. Here's an excerpt, a doodle, please excuse my poor writing.

You, in my heart,
are like a wisp of cloud in the azure sky after the rain
, easily and effortlessly capturing my entire vision.
My longing
pierces through the endless night sky
; your gentle words on the phone
linger in my lonely nights, their
echoes soft and gentle. My dreams are no longer lonely.
If making a wish upon a shooting star a thousand times
could grant one wish ,
I would be willing to wait under the starry sky every night.

After that, she was usually the object of my daydreams at night, and we chatted more and more on QQ, talking more and more, sometimes even saying something risqué. At first, she ignored me, but after a while, she got used to it, and her words became much more explicit.

"I really didn't expect it to be you! I'm so sorry about that earlier, you won't tell on me, will you? I told you I'm from the countryside, with elderly parents and young children to support, life is tough, and it's not easy to make a living!" I tried to lighten the mood with a joke. "It's

okay, you lecherous cat, I knew what you were like long ago. You've had your fill of eye candy today, so I'll call it even. Don't mention owing you 32 meals on QQ anymore." Bing'er's tone was noticeably better, she had regained the feeling she had on QQ.

"I'm home alone today, have lunch here for the afternoon before you go back, so you won't call me a stingy miser later." Women really do change quickly!

"I'll let you know when I'm done." I took the phone.

"Are you really being honest or just pretending? Don't you have to go back to work after you finish reporting? If something happens later, just tell your boss you're working hard here, having to climb high and look down on people, it might not be over so quickly." Bing'er rolled her eyes at me.

"Climb high and look down on people, oh!" I laughed awkwardly, "You can cook? You didn't put laxatives in, did you?" We men are just thick-skinned.

"You're so dishonest, you deserve a little punishment. I'll add a little more to the dosage later. Humph! But seriously, I like to shower in the morning, I'll go shower first, then I'll cook, anyway it's not 11 o'clock yet! You can browse the internet on my laptop first." After saying that, she grabbed a nightgown from the closet and left.

Looking at that silver-white, slightly transparent nightgown, my penis instantly became hard again. Damn, the reaction was so fast, my heart was racing! Thankfully, she was already gone. However, I still wasn't ready to let her off the hook: "Hey, Bing'er, you're taking a shower, can I watch?"

A melodious voice came from afar: "Come on over if you're not afraid of dying."

Hearing this, I immediately turned around happily, obediently sat down in front of my laptop, and picked up the mouse. I checked online, and the NB results came out. Sigh, now I won't have a chance to watch TV. After browsing some more web pages, I gradually got bored. Suddenly, I became curious and wanted to see if there was anything interesting on the girl's computer. I clicked and clicked, but there weren't any special files in the folders—just songs, ebooks, and documents!

Thinking for a moment, I enabled the system's hidden files property and looked. Under the Bing'er folder on the last drive, there was a transparent folder. "There's a way!" I thought to myself.

I quickly clicked in, only to find it was all images. I thought, "You've hidden the images? Are they pornographic?" Hehe, do we have a common interest? After double-clicking, the Adsee software automatically opened the images.

Oh my god! My God! A photo album! And a very seductive one at that, subtly revealing, making it hard to breathe. I looked down further, and something seemed so familiar. It turned out to be Bing'er herself.

I looked through them one by one with an artistic eye. The software indicated there were 36 images—awesome! Each pose was different, and the clothes (if you could even call them that) were varied. The different poses made my heart beat faster and faster. I stared intently at the notebook. Wow, the after-sales service is really good! The customer is king, and she was my king now. I looked and looked, and soon only three pictures remained.

"Pretty, right? You can continue." A cold voice came from behind me.

I didn't react for a moment: "Pretty, really pretty, much prettier than those so-called celebrities online! Want to come and take a look?" I casually pressed "page down" and looked at two more pictures.

But there was no more movement after that. Then I realized what was happening, and I turned around 180 degrees to see Bing'er's expressionless face: "Ah, Bing'er, I'm sorry! Really, I was appreciating them with an absolutely artistic eye. They're very well taken, very evocative." "

An artistic eye?" Bing'er's gaze shifted to my lower body.

Without looking down, I knew I was wrong. I scratched my head and said, "That's just how men are, hehe! I'm a pervert, you knew that all along. Don't get angry, I'm not eating. Bye-bye!" I bent down, picked up my toolbox, and headed for the door.

Joking aside, peeping into someone's privacy can be a big deal or a small one. I did mean it in the balcony incident, but it wasn't a huge offense, since she wasn't wearing a bra first. Now I've dug up her hidden things.

I had just taken two steps past Bing'er when I heard a "pfft": "I thought you were incredibly lecherous, but it turns out you're all talk and no action! I dare to take pictures, why would I be afraid to let you see? I just don't want my underage family members to see it."

I stopped and slowly turned around. Bing'er had already turned around at some point and said to me, "Don't you want to see the real version?" But her smile looked a little sly.

The Bing'er in front of me was like a lotus emerging from the water, her freshly washed hair draped over her soft, boneless shoulders, and she was wearing a slightly transparent silver-white nightgown. Oh no! Good heavens! There were two obvious nipples on her chest. My lustful eyes quickly glanced down and seemed to see a patch of black. There was not a sound, and the air seemed to stand still.

Bing'er stared directly into my eyes. I looked her up and down, but didn't say a word. I understood; this fresh-out-of-the-bath girl was clearly trying to seduce me, a young man who had just come of age! I could only feel my little brother swelling and becoming engorged; I couldn't take it anymore.

I put down my toolbox, lifted my leg, and took a step forward—a small step for me, but a giant leap for my little brother. I gently, very gently, grasped Bing'er's hand. I felt her struggle slightly, but not too much. I moved closer, sending gentle waves of light into Bing'er's eyes with my innocent, lustful gaze. Bing'er's body trembled slightly. Was she feeling a little cold after her bath? The thought had barely crossed my mind when my little brother hummed, "Hurry, hurry, she can't wait!" Damn it, I don't know what my little brother is like, you're kidding me, it's you who can't wait, isn't it?

Having watched countless Category III films and a few adult films, I lack practical experience. In the past, when I was burning with lust, I relied on my all-powerful hands to relieve myself, which I called "one move and I'm done for hundreds of millions" (of course, not hundreds of millions in donations, but hundreds of millions of sperm produced by my hands). My head gently touched Bing'er's forehead, then kissed her nose. Bing'er's breathing became more and more rapid. My arms wrapped around her back, gently stroking her. Then I kissed Bing'er's cherry lips. Bing'er's lips were tightly closed, but I kept kissing them, and my hands also touched Bing'er's high buttocks.

Suddenly, I increased the pressure of my hand, and Bing'er let out a soft moan. Her small mouth opened slightly, and my tongue immediately slipped inside. My tongue teased and played with Bing'er's mouth, and gradually, Bing'er's lowered hand reached towards my back. I used both my hands and mouth; a lecherous man doesn't act like a gentleman, only using words. Bing'er's tongue wasn't going to be idle either, and began to intertwine with mine.

Just kissing wasn't enough, of course; the real show was just beginning. As I did it, I thought of scenes from adult films. This porn was too unreliable; my hands should be able to find plenty of use. My hands slowly rose inside her pajamas, touching her lower back and back; my mouth kept kissing, just with different techniques.

Slowly, slowly, my right hand gently moved from her back to her chest, and suddenly I gripped her entire breast tightly, just the right size to be held in my hand. After gently squeezing three times, I pinched her nipple with my first three fingers, using a three-second timing gesture, and gently stroked it. Soon, Bing'er's nipple hardened.

I kissed and stroked her as I moved closer to the bed, and Bing'er cooperated. My mouth and hands left the spot we had just been at and reached for the strap of Bing'er's nightgown, pulling it gently without any unnecessary movement. Bing'er's hands also reached for my clothes, though her face was still flushed. Bing'er's movements as she unbuttoned her clothes were clumsy, and I naturally couldn't waste time—that would mean wasting my life!

One hand remained on her breast, repeatedly pinching her nipple with varying pressure, while the other hand caressed her buttocks. Summer clothes are so nice; although Bing'er was slow, she still managed to remove all my clothes. However, when she took off my underwear, seeing my firm erection, her face turned very red, which was incredibly alluring.

I picked up Bing'er and placed her on the Simmons bed. Her pajamas were still on, just unbuttoned. Bing'er covered her face and genitals with her hands, which made my penis even more aroused. Since that's the case, I'll start this battle with her breasts!

My left hand reached for Bing'er's right breast, repeating the action my left hand had just performed—practice makes perfect. My mouth aimed at Bing'er's left nipple, kissing it with my lips and gently biting it with my teeth. Bing'er's hand left her face, and her moans grew louder. A girl's moans are the most beautiful notes in the world, especially since Bing'er's voice was already very beautiful.

My left hand left its resting place and reached for Bing'er's genitals to open a new battlefield. My left hand slid over her pubic hair—it felt so different! If it's hair, they might look similar, but the feel in your hand is completely different. Of course, pubic hair is just an embellishment; without it, a girl always seems a bit off. (PS: This is just my personal opinion. The world is a big place, and there are all kinds of people; some people like pubic hair.)

Just as my fingers touched the ends of the pubic hair, accompanied by a "No!", my hand was grabbed. Hmm, I've experienced this before; it's always like this in movies and novels—the last forbidden zone! I bit Bing'er's nipple with thirty percent more force, and after hearing a deep, pleasurable moan, the restraint on my left hand disappeared.

My middle finger touched her clitoris, working tirelessly on that small protrusion. Bing'er's moans grew louder and louder, and I became more and more excited. My left hand touched her labia, and they were already overflowing with moisture. Ah, summer is so prone to flooding!

I sat up; I couldn't hold back any longer. My little brother needed a harbor to dock in. Clearly, Bing'er needed it too; her face was flushed. I had no time to admire her. I picked up my manhood, aimed it at the entrance to her paradise, and thrust forward. The gun was already halfway in when it seemed to encounter some resistance.

Suddenly, I shuddered. Oh my god! No, why? Ladies and gentlemen, how can I face the Party Central Committee, how can I face the lewd masses? I ejaculated! That's right, you read that right. My penis hadn't even begun its battle; it was only halfway in when I ejaculated. Why? Why?

Back then, when I used my cute little hand, I had to masturbate for a while, and at the end, I had to increase the pressure to ejaculate. I used to read that men who masturbated too much would have difficulty ejaculating and it was bad for fertility. Damn it, what's going on? If the timer only starts when penetration begins, I'm at 0 seconds—this breaks the world record. White semen flowed out, but I didn't care anymore. This pleasure was so different from masturbation. I felt so guilty; I've let so many people down!

Bing'er clearly sensed something was wrong. She sat up, looked at me with my head down, and said, "This is your first time too, right? I read in a book that premature ejaculation is normal. Just try a few more times, and you won't be so excited anymore. Don't think I'm lewd! I've read some books on this topic, let me help you!"

Bing'er casually grabbed two sheets of toilet paper from the bedside table and cleaned up the remnants of a silent battle. First, she cleaned up my penis, then she cleaned up herself. Oh, she's so considerate, I felt a surge of excitement.

Bing'er threw the toilet paper into the tissue box. Ugh, she clearly's never played basketball; her power and trajectory were all wrong. Watching the paper fall onto the wooden floor, Bing'er stuck out her tongue, pulled off her pajamas, then knelt down and took my limp weapon into her mouth.

Oh my god! So good! Bing'er is actually giving me oral sex! What did she just say? "This is your first time too, right?" What does that mean? She's a virgin! Although she seems to know a lot, she probably learned it all from the internet! Look at Chen Guan C, hasn't he trained countless masters? In front of this epoch-making, iconic "sex" figure, predecessors like Ximen Qing are now forgotten. The once-in-a-millennium Guan C will cultivate countless bed elites; his "essence" and "spirit" are as immortal as his sausages.

"Well, good things shouldn't be kept to oneself. I should be grateful." I lifted Bing'er's head, and she looked at me with a puzzled expression: "Am I very lewd?"

"No, you're just like that. The saying 'three women' is perfectly embodied in you. Let me serve you too. I specialize in after-sales service. I'm also the manager. I'll even manage your period." (ps: "Three women" means: "A lady in the living room, a cook in the dining room, and a slut in the bedroom.")

I laid Bing'er down, and then the classic 69 position came into play. This is a great invention in the history of human reproduction, if it can be called an invention, because without the internet, many people might only know the missionary position their whole lives.

I turned around, knelt down, and gently parted Bing'er's labia with my hands. Bing'er was truly a masterpiece of nature; her red labia still held the traces of her previous lovemaking, which seemed to make my little brother hard again. I licked it down; after all, that's how it's done in porn, and my little brother found a good place.

Bing'er and I moved our mouths incessantly, both of us clearly feeling intense pleasure. My little brother regained his strength, becoming harder and harder. And under the skillful movements of my tongue, Bing'er's lovemaking flowed more and more, and my tongue tasted more and more salty. I thought the time was ripe to switch to a strategic offensive, so I raised my head, and Bing'er's mouth, sensing my movement, left my little brother.

Okay, next step, I turned around, picked up my weapon, aimed at the target, and thrust in, but there was still resistance. Oh! It must be her hymen, right? Be gentle, be gentle, I'm very gentle with women. But being gentle wouldn't solve the problem. After struggling for half a minute, I said to Bing'er, "I'll increase the pressure. If it hurts, tell me, and I'll stop."

"Okay," Bing'er replied, then let out an "Ahhh!"

I quickly stopped. Bing'er said, "It's okay. I heard it hurts the first time. Just bear with it." I nodded, increased the pressure on my penis, and with another painful "Ahhh" from Bing'er, I thrust in all the way.

I stopped, looked at Bing'er, and under her "It's okay, keep going" look, I began to thrust. Of course, as a modern young man heavily influenced by pornography and erotic books, I at least knew the "nine shallow, one deep" technique. So, I used this technique, watching Bing'er's expression as I went. Women are truly beautiful at times like this! The sounds of moans, like heavenly music, filled my ears, and the woman's eyes were filled with a dazed look.

After more than ten minutes of piston-like movements, since Bing'er's Peach Blossom Spring was being opened to the public for the first time, my little brother wasn't very comfortable maneuvering in the narrow, watery passage. As the pleasure grew stronger, I quickly forgot about the shallow and deep thrusts and sped up my movements. At this moment, Bing'er's moans grew louder and louder, and her eyes became more and more dazed. Would the neighbors hear? I didn't even have time to pay attention.

After a few dozen more thrusts, my little brother felt a warm sensation; I thought Bing'er must have reached her climax. I couldn't hold back any longer and finally ejaculated again, thrusting a few more times as I did so.

Then I pulled out my weapon, noticing a few traces of blood on it. I lay down, holding Bing'er, gently stroking her nipples. Facing each other, I felt my mouth go dry; Bing'er probably felt it too!

"Was it good?" I asked with a wicked grin.

"Yeah, the feeling is indescribable, it's just so good, so good." Bing'er whispered in my ear, "You're so lecherous, why didn't you dare watch me shower earlier?"

"Because I'm honest and afraid of dying!" I laughed smugly.

"Then why were you so dishonest and fearless later?" Bing'er's hand gently brushed across my chest, from left to right, repeatedly.

"That's because you seduced me! You're so sexy, if I were afraid of death, you wouldn't be able to seduce me, wouldn't I be heartbroken? I'll just consider it a good deed, doing a nice thing." I started to get carried away.

"Come on!" Bing'er's coquettish words made my whole body go weak.

I kissed Bing'er and said, "I want to do it again, shall we do it again?" At the same time, An Lushan's claws reached for Bing'er's firm breasts.

"You're still doing alright?" Bing'er touched my little brother. "It's so soft, how can

you still regain your strength?" I grinned mischievously. "Even a swallow can swim three times, so why can't I rise up and enter the palace three times? Do you think I'm the Chinese national football team? Come on, let's have another three hundred rounds."

So, after some caresses, we started our battle again. I wasn't alone; I wasn't fighting alone. For convenience, we moved the battlefield to the bathroom.

That afternoon, Bing'er didn't get up to cook, and I asked the boss for leave because we were both exhausted.

Later, Bing'er and I were together for less than half a year before we separated because her family immigrated to Canada, and we only kept in touch on QQ. Bing'er said that if she came back, no matter where I was, she would definitely come to find me.

I remember it was June 2003, during the NBA Finals. I was watching the live text commentary online when my boss told me that a friend's computer might be infected with a virus and I needed to fix it. I was so frustrated! Being able to read the text was already annoying enough, but now I couldn't even read the text.

Some might say, "Why don't you go to the client's house to watch TV?" Ah, only those who know the struggles know the real story! There was a guy in our company who watched the NBA, and a client complained, so our boss docked 200 yuan from his pay. Back then, a month's salary was only 600 yuan, and he was heartbroken!

Later, the company leadership held a meeting specifically about this, emphasizing that we should prioritize clients, maintain a good attitude, and even without connections, not be too casual at clients' homes and be mindful of our manners—after all, we're university students. Annoyed as I was, things still had to be done, and life had to go on.

A dozen minutes later, I arrived at the client's house according to the address, rang the doorbell, and a few seconds later the door opened. I was stunned—a stunningly beautiful woman! In my twenty-odd years of life, I've never seen such an elegant girl. Even now, I can only say she has an exceptionally high level of poise. This poise is entirely a feeling, like how some people exude a powerful aura, you can sense it but can't quite articulate it.

I stood frozen at the doorway. The girl opposite me noticed the tool bag in my hand, smiled, and said, "You're a computer repairman, right?"

I snapped out of my daze. "Yes, I'm sorry! I'm from the countryside, I've never seen anything like this before, I've never met a girl with such elegance."

The girl said, "Oh, thank you! Come in! Change your slippers here and then go to that room upstairs." Then she turned around, and I vaguely saw her smiling face as she turned. Looking back now, it's true, she must have been complimented on her beauty by many people, but I'm probably the first person to say she had such elegance.

After changing my slippers, I looked around the room. Wow! Rich people's rooms are so grand, the decor is so luxurious. I wonder if I'll ever have the chance to live in a house like that in my lifetime? Because of this idea, I used to dream of finding a beautiful, rich girl to be my live-in son-in-law, hehe, that way I could avoid decades of hard work! I'm so unambitious, aren't I, folks? Unfortunately, now that I'm married, I'll have to figure out that dream of living in a mansion myself. Judging from the current situation, it seems like a long way off!

Following the stairs, I arrived at the girl's room. The laptop was already on; it was a Sony.

The girl pointed at the computer and said, "It was fine last night, but it stopped working this morning. Could it be that a file I received via QQ yesterday had a virus?"

I went closer to look: "Why is the local connection crossed out?" I checked the network cable; it was plugged in properly. Following the cable, I saw it ran from the ceiling to the balcony and then to the next room. Yeah, it's probably split by a router. These days, rich people have multiple computers, and those without money use routers to share the internet cost. However, some places are already blocking shared internet access. Chinese telecom providers are despicable; I'll just say that here.

Although it's said that "the devil is always one step ahead," there aren't many tech-savvy people, and there are countless ways to bypass the restrictions online. But even the simplest methods are still beyond the reach of some people. They have a natural awe of computers, haha! That's where people like us come in handy.

Back in the Windows 95/98 era, installing a system was something only professionals could do. Unlike now, Ghost systems are everywhere; even newbies can just throw in a disc, and it's working in ten minutes. Only when the computer is severely infected with a virus do we, the experts, have to step in. Sigh, because general computer maintenance has become so low-skilled, our wages have always been very low, basically on par with the average wage in many places.

"Let's go check if the router next door is turned off?" I said, walking towards the next room, the girl following closely behind. When we got there, everything seemed normal. I unplugged and replugged all the network cables connected to the router, but the port connected to the girl's room still wasn't lit.

"This network cable might be broken. Let me get the cable tester to check it." I took it out of my toolbox and tested it. It turned out that pins 3 and 8 were not lit.

"Ah, pins 3 and 8 are not lit. Are they broken?" the girl asked softly.

"Hmm, pins 3 and 8 might be broken. But that's easy to fix. A network cable has 8 pins in total, but usually only pins 1, 2, 3, and 6 are used. If you can't find the fault, just make sure the wiring on both sides of any 4 working pins is in the same order. Now I'll check the cable."

I followed the cable to the balcony and saw that the cable at the bend on the balcony seemed to have a problem. I climbed up. (P.S. Tip: Because of the nature of network cables, I always keep one of these in my laptop bag. It uses four cores with RJ45 connectors, two connectors on one side are 568b, and one connector on the other side is 568b and one is 568a. This way, one network cable can be both a straight-through and a crossover cable, saving space in the laptop bag.)

Sure enough, when I picked up the network cable, I saw some signs of wear. I called out to the girl, "Miss, could you please get me some scissors and black tape from that open toolbox?" Hehe, it's a habit. I always want to order around younger girls. After all, I'm the manager! But nowadays, many girls don't want to be called "Miss" anymore. Sigh, let's mourn for the word "Miss" for three seconds.

The girl turned around, took out scissors and black tape from her toolbox, and handed them to me. I lowered my head, reached down to take them, and suddenly, I froze. I saw it! I saw it! Haha! It wasn't a wasted trip; just this one thing surpasses countless NBA bras! Oh, sorry, it's two points, two points! I was so excited. You all guessed it, right? The girl wasn't wearing a bra. Heaven, you've been kind to me! I lost my NBA bra, but who knows if it's a blessing in disguise?

The girl's breasts looked very firm, and who could argue with that? Otherwise, they would sag even more without a bra. Right in the center of those fair breasts, two bright red nipples stood proudly. The areolas were the size of a lithium battery, unlike the areolas of many Japanese AV actresses, whose size is beyond description. My little brother instantly stood erect within 0.1 seconds. I don't know how long I stared, and I still don't know, because I never asked that question.

"What are you looking at? Aren't you going to take it?" The girl looked up, her face slightly flushed with anger, presumably because she had seen my lewd gaze and the tent that had just been erected above her. (It was a little past 10 a.m., and the sunlight was quite strong, so the girl didn't look up. If she had, I could only have caught a glimpse of her for half a second. Ah, I love the sun, that is, the sun.)

I quickly pulled my reluctant gaze away, handed over the tools with one hand, not even having the thought of casually touching her slender hand. I gently unscrewed the network cable, reconnected the broken white-green and brown wires, and then wrapped it with black electrical tape. Done! I jumped off the balcony, inwards, not outwards. I'm not like those experts at Huawei who jump with perfect aim; I've never heard of anyone surviving a jump from Huawei. Truly world-leading level.

I walked over, and the girl was opening IE. The Hao123 homepage popped up immediately. Then, without noticing (I really didn't mean to look, please don't hit me!), I noticed a clear strap mark inside the girl's clothes. Damn, that was incredibly fast! She got dressed so quickly, I sighed.

"Try it again to see if there are any problems. If not, I'm leaving," I said disappointedly, my eyes still glued to the screen. Although she didn't speak, she seemed very tense.

She double-clicked to open QQ, and I glanced at the number—oh my god! 998891*8, that number looked familiar. Let me think... who was it again? I stared at her QQ.

The girl turned around and said, "No problem, very fast, you can go now."

"Are you the username 'Bing'er'?" I remembered, before logging onto QQ.

"How did you know?" the girl turned around.

"My online name is Xingye Han," I said slowly.

"Brother Han, is it really you? Thank you for helping me so much before, teaching me so much about computers. I never expected such a coincidence!" The girl was a little excited.

Hehe, we live in the same city, but I've never met my online friends in person, because as everyone knows, there are just too many "dinosaurs" these days. I'd met a few before, but after seeing too many, I got disappointed and never saw them again, not even in videos. I'd rather fantasize than be disappointed, so I haven't met any more of my online friends since.

But this Bing'er is so special. Once, when I was trying to solve a problem on QQ, I couldn't figure it out even after typing for a long time, and my headset happened to break. So I just asked for her phone number and called her. Because of her pleasant voice, I even wrote a "poem" for her. The following is an excerpt, a doodle, please excuse my poor writing.

You, in my heart,
are like a wisp of cloud in the azure sky after the rain
, easily and effortlessly capturing my entire vision.
My longing
pierces through the endless night sky
; your gentle words on the phone
linger in my lonely nights, their
echoes soft and gentle. My dreams are no longer lonely.
If making a wish upon a shooting star a thousand times
could grant one wish ,
I would be willing to wait under the starry sky every night.

After that, she was usually the object of my daydreams at night, and we chatted more and more on QQ, talking more and more, sometimes even saying something risqué. At first, she ignored me, but after a while, she got used to it, and her words became much more explicit.

"I really didn't expect it to be you! I'm so sorry about that earlier, you won't tell on me, will you? I told you I'm from the countryside, with elderly parents and young children to support, life is tough, and it's not easy to make a living!" I tried to lighten the mood with a joke. "It's

okay, you lecherous cat, I knew what you were like long ago. You've had your fill of eye candy today, so I'll call it even. Don't mention owing you 32 meals on QQ anymore." Bing'er's tone was noticeably better, she had regained the feeling she had on QQ.

"I'm home alone today, have lunch here for the afternoon before you go back, so you won't call me a stingy miser later." Women really do change quickly!

"I'll let you know when I'm done." I took the phone.

"Are you really being honest or just pretending? Don't you have to go back to work after you finish reporting? If something happens later, just tell your boss you're working hard here, having to climb high and look down on people, it might not be over so quickly." Bing'er rolled her eyes at me.

"Climb high and look down on people, oh!" I laughed awkwardly, "You can cook? You didn't put laxatives in, did you?" We men are just thick-skinned.

"You're so dishonest, you deserve a little punishment. I'll add a little more to the dosage later. Humph! But seriously, I like to shower in the morning, I'll go shower first, then I'll cook, anyway it's not 11 o'clock yet! You can browse the internet on my laptop first." After saying that, she grabbed a nightgown from the closet and left.

Looking at that silver-white, slightly transparent nightgown, my penis instantly became hard again. Damn, the reaction was so fast, my heart was racing! Thankfully, she was already gone. However, I still wasn't ready to let her off the hook: "Hey, Bing'er, you're taking a shower, can I watch?"

A melodious voice came from afar: "Come on over if you're not afraid of dying."

Hearing this, I immediately turned around happily, obediently sat down in front of my laptop, and picked up the mouse. I checked online, and the NB results came out. Sigh, now I won't have a chance to watch TV. After browsing some more web pages, I gradually got bored. Suddenly, I became curious and wanted to see if there was anything interesting on the girl's computer. I clicked and clicked, but there weren't any special files in the folders—just songs, ebooks, and documents!

Thinking for a moment, I enabled the system's hidden files property and looked. Under the Bing'er folder on the last drive, there was a transparent folder. "There's a way!" I thought to myself.

I quickly clicked in, only to find it was all images. I thought, "You've hidden the images? Are they pornographic?" Hehe, do we have a common interest? After double-clicking, the Adsee software automatically opened the images.

Oh my god! My God! A photo album! And a very seductive one at that, subtly revealing, making it hard to breathe. I looked down further, and something seemed so familiar. It turned out to be Bing'er herself.

I looked through them one by one with an artistic eye. The software indicated there were 36 images—awesome! Each pose was different, and the clothes (if you could even call them that) were varied. The different poses made my heart beat faster and faster. I stared intently at the notebook. Wow, the after-sales service is really good! The customer is king, and she was my king now. I looked and looked, and soon only three pictures remained.

"Pretty, right? You can continue." A cold voice came from behind me.

I didn't react for a moment: "Pretty, really pretty, much prettier than those so-called celebrities online! Want to come and take a look?" I casually pressed "page down" and looked at two more pictures.

But there was no more movement after that. Then I realized what was happening, and I turned around 180 degrees to see Bing'er's expressionless face: "Ah, Bing'er, I'm sorry! Really, I was appreciating them with an absolutely artistic eye. They're very well taken, very evocative." "

An artistic eye?" Bing'er's gaze shifted to my lower body.

Without looking down, I knew I was wrong. I scratched my head and said, "It's just my nature, hehe! I'm a pervert, you already knew that. Don't get angry, I'm not eating. Bye-bye!" I bent down, picked up my toolbox, and walked towards the door.

Joking aside, peeping into someone's privacy can be a big deal or a small one. I did mean well what happened on the balcony, but it wasn't a huge offense, since she wasn't wearing a bra first. Now I've dug up her hidden things.

Just as I took two steps past Bing'er, I heard a "pfft": "I thought you were incredibly lecherous, but it turns out you're all talk and no action! I dared to take pictures, why would I be afraid to let you see? I just don't want my minors to see it."

I stopped and slowly turned around. Bing'er had already turned around at some point and said to me, "Don't you want to see the real thing?" Her smile looked a little mischievous.

Bing'er before me was like a lotus emerging from the water, her freshly washed hair cascading over her soft, boneless shoulders, wearing a slightly transparent silver-white nightgown. Oh no! Good heavens! There were two obvious nipples on her chest. My lustful eyes quickly glanced down, and I seemed to see a patch of black. There wasn't a sound, and the air seemed to stand still.

Bing'er stared straight into my eyes. I looked up and down, but didn't say a word, because I understood. It was obvious that this girl, fresh from her bath, was trying to seduce me, a young man who had just come of age! I could only feel my little brother swelling and becoming engorged; I couldn't take it anymore.

I put down my toolbox, lifted my leg, and took a step forward. It was a small step for me, but a giant leap for my little brother. I gently, very gently grasped Bing'er's hand. I felt her struggle slightly, but not too much. I moved closer, sending gentle waves of light into Bing'er's eyes with my innocent, lustful gaze. Bing'er's body trembled slightly. Could it be that she's feeling a little cold after washing up? The thought had barely crossed my mind when my little brother hummed, "Hurry, hurry, she can't wait!" Damn it, I don't know what my little brother is like. You're just kidding me, aren't you the one who can't wait?

Having watched countless Category III films and a few adult films, I lack practical experience. Before, when I was burning with lust, I relied on my all-powerful hands to relieve myself. I called it "one move and I'd produce hundreds of millions" (not hundreds of millions in donations, of course, but hundreds of millions of sperm with my hands). My head gently touched Bing'er's forehead, then moved down to kiss her nose. Bing'er's breathing became more and more rapid. I wrapped my arms around her back, gently stroking her. Then I kissed Bing'er's cherry-like lips. Bing'er's lips were tightly closed, but I kept kissing her, my hands also moving towards Bing'er's high, firm buttocks.

Suddenly, my hands increased the pressure, and Bing'er let out a soft moan. Her lips opened slightly, and my tongue immediately slipped inside. My tongue teased and played with Bing'er's mouth, and gradually, Bing'er's lowered hands also reached towards my back. I used both my hands and mouth; a lecherous man doesn't act like a gentleman, only using words and not hands. Bing'er's tongue wasn't to be outdone, and began to intertwine with mine.

Kissing alone wasn't enough; the real show was just beginning. As I did it, I thought about scenes from adult films. This porn was too unreliable; my hands should find plenty of use. My hands slowly rose inside her pajamas, reaching her lower back and back; my lips continued to kiss, but with ever-changing techniques.

Slowly, slowly, my right hand gently moved from her back to her chest, suddenly grasping her entire breast firmly, just the right size to hold in my hand. After three light squeezes, I used my first three fingers, in a three-second timer, to pinch her nipple and gently stroke it. Soon, Bing'er's nipple hardened.

I kissed and caressed her as I moved closer to the bed, and Bing'er cooperated. My mouth and hands left their previous positions and reached for the straps of Bing'er's pajamas, giving them a gentle tug without any unnecessary movement. Bing'er's hand reached for my clothes, her face still flushed. Her movements as she unbuttoned her clothes were clumsy, and I couldn't waste time—that would be a waste of life!

One hand remained on her breast, gently and repeatedly pinching her nipple, while the other caressed her buttocks. Summer clothes are so nice; although slow, Bing'er managed to remove all my clothes. When she took off my underwear, her face turned bright red at the sight of my firm erection, which was incredibly alluring.

I picked Bing'er up and placed her on the Simmons bed. Her pajamas were still on, just unbuttoned. Bing'er covered her face and genitals with her hands, which made my penis even more aroused. Since that's the case, I'll start this battle with her breasts!

My left hand reached for Bing'er's right breast, repeating the actions my left hand had just performed—practice makes perfect. My lips met Bing'er's left nipple, kissing it lightly with my teeth. Bing'er's hand left her face, and her moans grew louder. A girl's moans are the most beautiful notes in the world, especially since Bing'er's voice was already very beautiful.

My left hand left its resting place and reached towards Bing'er's lower body to open up a new battlefield. My left hand slid over her pubic hair, and the feeling was truly different! If it were hair, it would look similar, but the feeling in my hand would be worlds apart. Of course, pubic hair is just an embellishment; without it, a girl always seems a bit off. (PS: This is just my personal opinion. The world is a big place, and there are all kinds of people; some people like pubic hair.)

Just as my fingers touched the ends of her pubic hair, accompanied by a "No!", my hand was grabbed. Yeah, I've seen this before. It's always like this in movies and novels—the last forbidden zone! I bit Bing'er's nipple with thirty percent more force, and after a groan of pure pleasure, the restraint on my left hand disappeared. My middle

finger moved towards her clitoris, working tirelessly on that little bump. Bing'er's moans grew louder and louder, and I became more and more excited. My left hand touched her labia, and they were already overflowing with moisture. Ah, summer is prone to flooding!

I sat up; I couldn't take it anymore. My little brother needed a harbor to dock in. Clearly, Bing'er needed it too; her face was flushed. I had no time to appreciate it. I picked up the man's symbol, aimed it at the entrance to the Peach Blossom Cave, and thrust my lower body forward. The gun was already halfway in when it seemed to encounter some resistance.

Suddenly, I felt a jolt. Oh my god! No, why? Ladies and gentlemen, how can I face the Party Central Committee and the lewd masses? I ejaculated! That's right, you read that right. My penis hadn't even begun its battle; it was only halfway in when I ejaculated. Why? Why?

Back then, when I used my lovely hand, I had to masturbate for a while, and at the end, I had to increase the pressure to ejaculate. I used to read that men who masturbated too much had difficulty ejaculating and it was bad for fertility. Damn it, what's going on? If the timer only starts when penetration begins, I'm at 0 seconds—that breaks the world record. White semen flowed out, but I didn't care anymore; this pleasure was so different from masturbation. I felt incredibly guilty; I'd let so many people down!

Bing'er clearly sensed something was wrong. She sat up, looked at me with my head down, and said, "This is your first time too, right? I read in a book that premature ejaculation is normal. Try a few more times, and you'll be less agitated later. Don't think I'm lewd! I've read some books on this; let me help you!"

Bing'er casually grabbed two sheets of toilet paper from the bedside table and cleaned up the remnants of this silent battle. First, she cleaned my penis, then she cleaned herself. Oh, she's so considerate; I felt a surge of excitement.

Bing'er tossed the toilet paper into the trash can. Ugh, she clearly's never played basketball; the force and trajectory were all wrong. Watching the paper land on the wooden floor, Bing'er stuck out her tongue, pulled off her pajamas, then knelt down and took my limp weapon into her mouth.

Oh my god! So good! Bing'er actually gave me oral sex! What did she just say? "This is your first time too, right?" What does that mean? She's a virgin! Although she seems knowledgeable, she probably learned it all from the internet! Look at Chen Guan C, he trained countless masters, didn't he? In the face of this epoch-making, iconic "sex" figure, predecessors like Ximen Qing are now forgotten. The once-in-a-millennium champion will cultivate countless bed elites; his "essence" and "spirit" will be as immortal as his sausages.

Hmm, good things shouldn't be kept to oneself; I must be grateful. I lifted Bing'er's head, and she looked at me with a puzzled expression: "Am I very lewd?"

"No, you're perfect. The saying 'three wives' is perfectly embodied in you. Let me serve you too. I specialize in after-sales service; I'm also the manager, and I'll even manage your period." (ps: "Three wives" refers to: "A noblewoman in the living room, a cook in the dining room, and a slut in the bedroom.")

I laid Bing'er flat, and then the classic 69 position came into play. This is a great invention in the history of human reproduction, if it can be called an invention, because without the internet, many people might only know the missionary position their whole lives.

I turned around, lay down, and gently parted Bing'er's labia with my hands. Bing'er was truly a perfect masterpiece of nature; her red labia still held the moisture from earlier, which made my penis hard again. I licked it down; anyway, that's how it's done in porn, and my penis entered a good place.

Bing'er and I moved our mouths incessantly, and we both clearly felt intense pleasure. My penis regained its strength and became harder and harder. And under the skillful movements of my tongue, Bing'er's moisture flowed more and more, and my tongue felt more and more salty. I felt the time was ripe for a strategic offensive, so I raised my head. Sensing my movement, Bing'er's mouth left my penis.

Okay, next step: turn around, pick up my weapon, aim, and thrust. Still, there was resistance. Oh! It must be her hymen? Be gentle, be gentle, I'm very gentle. But being gentle wouldn't solve the problem. After struggling for half a minute, I said to Bing'er, "I'll increase the pressure. If it hurts, tell me, and I'll stop."

"Okay," Bing'er replied, then let out an "Ahhh!"

I quickly stopped. Bing'er said, "It's okay, I heard it hurts the first time. Just bear with it." I nodded, applied more pressure, and with another painful "Ahhh" from Bing'er, my weapon went all the way in.

I stopped, looked at Bing'er, and under her "it's okay, keep going" look, I began thrusting. Of course, as a modern youth heavily influenced by Category III films, adult films, and erotic books, I at least knew the "nine shallow, one deep" technique. So, I used this technique, watching Bing'er's expression as I went. Women are truly beautiful at times like this! I heard moans like heavenly music in my ears, and saw the woman's dreamy eyes.

After more than ten minutes of piston-like movements, since Bing'er's "Peach Blossom Spring" was being opened to the public for the first time, my little brother wasn't finding it very smooth to move around in the narrow, watery passage. As the pleasure intensified, I quickly forgot about the shallow and deep sensations and increased the speed of my thrusting. Meanwhile, Bing'er's moans grew louder, her eyes becoming increasingly glazed. I wondered if the neighbors would hear, but I didn't have time to pay attention.

After a few more thrusts, I felt a warm sensation in my penis; I thought Bing'er must have reached her climax. I couldn't hold back any longer and finally ejaculated again, thrusting a few more times as I did so.

Then I withdrew my penis, noticing faint traces of blood on it. I lay down, holding Bing'er, gently stroking her nipples. Facing each other, I felt my mouth go dry; Bing'er probably felt it too!

"Was it good?" I grinned wickedly.

"Hmm, that feeling is indescribable, it's just so comfortable, so comfortable." Bing'er whispered in my ear, "You're so audacious, why didn't you dare watch me shower earlier?"

"Because I'm honest but also afraid of death!" I laughed smugly.

"Then why were you neither honest nor afraid of death later?" Bing'er's hand gently brushed across my chest, from left to right, repeatedly.

"That's because you seduced me later! You're so sexy, if I'm afraid of death, and you can't seduce me, wouldn't I be heartbroken? I'll just consider it a good deed, doing a nice thing." I started to get carried away.

"Come on!" Bing'er's coquettish words made my whole body go weak.

I kissed Bing'er and said, "I want to do it again, shall we do it again?" At the same time, An Lushan's claws reached for Bing'er's firm breasts again.

"You're still doing alright?" Bing'er touched my little brother. "It's so soft, how can

you still regain your strength?" I grinned mischievously. "Even a swallow can swim three times, so why can't I rise up and enter the palace three times? Do you think I'm the Chinese national football team? Come on, let's have another three hundred rounds."

So, after some caresses, we started our battle again. I wasn't alone; I wasn't fighting alone. For convenience, we moved the battlefield to the bathroom.

That afternoon, Bing'er didn't get up to cook, and I asked the boss for leave because we were both exhausted.

Later, Bing'er and I were together for less than half a year before we separated because her family immigrated to Canada, and we only kept in touch on QQ. Bing'er said that if she came back, no matter where I was, she would definitely come to find me.

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