[Urban] Girlfriend Story (Complete) - 19

Chapter 20 Early Spring Dance (Part 2)

Aside from these occasional worrying issues, overall, Xiaohui and I have been living a fairly stable and sweet life lately. With the help of her advisor and me, Xiaohui is methodically handling both job applications and her graduation project. And with life settling down, my studies and work at V University are progressing much more efficiently. Although Xiaohui and I are still quite busy, simple pastimes like cooking dinner together, going to a movie together, or strolling around town bring me a sense of happiness.

But where will all those doubts and uncertainties go?

I glanced at the clock on the wall, shook my head inwardly, suppressed my worries, tidied my clothes, and left the empty room…

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Bob and a few other classmates and I spent two or three hours discussing and calculating in front of the computer, managing to solve some minor problems in the project. However, I didn't feel satisfied because Bob always acted like a good student and a good man, never making vulgar jokes or using crude language. Seeing him wearing such a perfect mask, and recalling the photos of him and Ruyun's affair on Chengjie's computer, and remembering Gao Na's heartbroken cries, my feeling could only be described as disbelief.

Anyway, life goes on, and I had no way to "pry open" Bob's mouth. I could only continue to maintain his image as a friend, waiting for an opportunity to discover something.

I returned to the empty office alone, quickly tidied up my files, checked my watch—it was about eleven o'clock—and prepared to go to the bank. Although it was a bit early, it was better than letting Xiao Hui get angry and throw a tantrum again.

The weather has been exceptionally sunny lately, with bright sunshine, crisp air, and a hint of sea breeze that invigorates the senses. As a result, many V University students go hiking in the surrounding mountains on weekends, leaving the campus unusually empty. The

bright corridors and smooth floors reflected the dazzling sunlight, almost blindingly so. Just as I reached the stairwell, a stunning figure suddenly appeared before me.

Snow-white skin, a full, curvaceous figure, a pink tank top, a coffee-colored silk blouse, a white cotton mini-skirt, and dazzling golden hair, bright green eyes—a doll-like U.S. white girl stood before me.

Hey, although Xiao Hui is still prettier, seeing such a "Persian cat" is truly enviable! But upon closer inspection, I immediately took back my words—this little vixen is best kept at a distance!

This white girl is Cherry. Not only is she promiscuous and a liar, but she also drugged me twice and caused Xiaohui to be subjected to all sorts of humiliation. Yet, I've also been intimate with her. Seeing her, I feel incredibly conflicted.

Before I could say anything, Cherry approached me with a friendly air, laughing and saying in English, "Hi~ Dear Kevin~ Long time no see~" I frowned and looked around, somewhat suspicious. A promiscuous girl like Cherry would never stay on campus obediently on the weekend. What was she doing here?

"Hmph, what do you want?"

Recalling how she betrayed me and Xiaohui, I answered unhappily in English.

"Hehe, don't be so sensitive~ I just missed you, isn't that good?"

Cherry spoke sweetly in English as she walked up the stairs, softly taking my arm and saying in a coquettish voice, "You haven't been answering my calls lately~ Don't you miss me?"

Cherry's large, bright green eyes glanced at me provocatively, and she giggled as she rubbed her ample breasts against my arm through the thin fabric.

Damn it! That U-country slut is trying to use her beauty again. I can't fall for it again. I gritted my teeth, pulled my arm away, and said calmly, "Alright, enough nonsense. What do you need me for? If not, I'm leaving. I'm in a hurry."

"Honestly~ Don't you miss me at all?"

Cherry pouted slightly, feigning anger, but seeing that I was about to leave, she changed to a coquettish smile, grabbed my hand, and said sweetly, "Kevin, I need your help~ There will be a reward~ Are you free on Monday noon? Come find me at the coffee shop outside the V University library~" Although Cherry is quite a blonde beauty, and our previous intimacy was memorable, given my previous experience of being tricked, I absolutely didn't want to repeat the same mistake. So I said coldly, "Sorry~ I've been very busy lately."

"Kevin~ I know you're busy~ Hehe~ But, do you remember that night in F City, the photo of you and me together?"

Cherry, hands behind her back, giggled confidently, "Hehe, the photos are great! I really want Willa to see them too!" "What!"

I exclaimed involuntarily, "Those photos...aren't they all with William...?" "Hehe~ I happen to have a backup too~" Cherry's bright green eyes looked at me defiantly.

"I...I don't believe you..." "Hmph~It's your decision whether you come or not~" Cherry snorted and turned around, then said playfully, "Hehe~I'll wait for you~If you don't show up~I'll call Willa to chat with me~" Damn it! This little slut! She's only eighteen or nineteen, yet she's so troublesome!

Watching Cherry toss her blonde hair and sway her pert hips under her short skirt as she walked out of my sight, I cursed inwardly.

Although I wasn't sure if Cherry still had photos of me and her, or what she wanted me to do, I couldn't let this little vixen ruin our hard-won reconciliation!

Anyway, we'll deal with it later. Thinking back to Cherry's deal with Liu Xiaowei—she sold her body and soul for a week just for her graduation thesis—I figured her demands wouldn't be too unreasonable. In short, I'd just have to improvise.

I checked the time, trying my best to forget this unexpected scene, suppressing my anxiety, and hurriedly rushed down the stairs…

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In the U.S., only some shops and public services are open on weekends, which makes city traffic much smoother. About ten minutes later, I arrived at the U.S. bank near Xiaohui's house.

After parking, I walked into the tall, red-brick building.

Compared to usual, there were far fewer people queuing to conduct business, but there weren't many tellers in U.S. banks, so business was still slow. As soon as I stepped through the automatic glass doors, I saw several young Chinese people with black hair and black eyes gathered together in the distance. Needless to say, they must be the new international students.

I glanced around. The bank was spacious and bright, with enough room to fit a small basketball court.

There were several large sofas in the lounge area, coffee on glass tables for customers, and a few potted plants in the corners—modern yet comfortable and tidy.

Just as I was about to greet the young people, two figures emerged from a nearby cubicle. One was a middle-aged white man in a suit and tie, with neatly styled hair and a name tag that read "Manager." He smiled and said in English, "Yes, ma'am, as the referrer, this is the information you need to fill out. There are also some forms about your friend to fill out. I'll be right back."

The other girl, the youthful and beautiful one, was my girlfriend, Xiaohui. Looking at her outfit, I was slightly taken aback. When she left my house this morning, she was wearing a blouse and jeans, but now, she was completely transformed.

She was wearing a tight-fitting short-sleeved peacock blue blouse, paired with beige casual shorts that barely reached her thighs. A simple wooden bracelet adorned her fair wrists, and her long, straight, white legs were clad in striking black fishnet stockings, topped with navy blue low-heeled strappy sandals. She was truly stunning.

Goodness, it's been a bit hot lately, but does she really need to wear summer clothes so early? Looking at Xiaohui's youthful and alluring appearance, while she was very pleasing to the eye, I didn't want my girlfriend to dress too revealingly. It was a bit of a dilemma.

Especially that blue blouse, tightly hugging Xiaohui's curvaceous figure, her chest stretched to a rounded shape, the few buttons seemingly at their limit, as if they might burst open at any moment, letting her breasts jump out.

From the side, the folds in her blouse were unusually pronounced, and through the gaps, one could glimpse a section of Xiaohui's fair and delicate skin. Her bright pink and blue casual cotton bra further fueled my fantasies. Her

beige hot pants were ridiculously short, barely touching her thighs and just covering her round, pert buttocks. From behind, the natural, taut curve of her thighs, where her buttocks met, was exposed. Her model-like long legs, encased in black mesh, the contrast between her fair skin and the black nylon, created a captivating, almost suggestive look that made me involuntarily swallow hard.

Damn! This girl has such a great figure, and she dresses so scantily and provocatively. As her boyfriend, I feel lucky and proud, but seeing everyone around me like this also makes me jealous.

After the manager turned and left, Xiaohui spotted me immediately. She looked at me with delight and said sweetly, "Hehe, you're so good, so obedient~ You came so early~" "Oh, yes, Xiaohui… You… You changed your clothes?"

I walked over, glancing at her curvaceous figure, and murmured.

"Hehe, yes, it's so hot today. I changed when I got home. Does it look good?"

Xiaohui giggled happily, taking my hand and looking at me with bright, expectant eyes.

I wanted to complain about her revealing outfit, but seeing that she had forgotten her morning displeasure and looked happy again, I didn't want to spoil her mood, so I said somewhat perfunctorily, "Yeah, really... very pretty... By the way, have you finished your business?"

"Sigh, not yet~ I didn't expect it to be so troublesome,"

Xiaohui said sweetly as she pulled me towards the group of young men, "Let's wait a little longer~ But~ Oh, by the way, I can introduce you to my junior, hehe~" "Hmm... okay..." I casually agreed. Because I've been very busy lately, although Xiaohui often talks about these freshmen, I haven't actually met them. Moreover, something made me secretly unhappy—all four freshmen were boys, which instinctively created a latent hostility in me, even though I knew they were just a few young men.

"Hi, you guys wait a bit, there are still some forms to fill out. Hehe, let me introduce you, this is my boyfriend, Zhou Kefan~" Xiaohui pulled me in front of the boys, speaking happily and boastfully, then turned to me and said, "I told you before, this is Dayi, Scott Liu, Tom Li, and Xiaoyi..."

"Hi, senior Kefan~ Hello..."

the boys said one after another.

"Yeah, hello..."

I greeted them casually, recalling Xiaohui's introduction, and scanned the boys in front of me.

These boys were all undergraduates in the Finance Department at V University, and they weren't very old. Although they were Xiaohui's juniors, they were actually about the same age because Xiaohui skipped a grade.

I couldn't remember Dayi's surname, I think it was Shengyi. He was actually a year older than Xiaohui, around twenty-one, and very tall, so everyone called him Dayi. Xiaohui said that Dayi seemed to have Uyghur ancestry and came from a wealthy family. He was wearing a t-shirt and jeans, tall and muscular, with a square face and a clean-shaven beard, leaving only a dark tinge. He was a little taller than me, but almost twice my width.

Despite his imposing stature, he seemed shy, only smiling and nodding cautiously at me without saying anything.

Scott's real name seemed to be something like Yifan, and he was about twenty years old, perhaps a few months younger than Xiaohui. He was about 1.7 meters tall, with slicked-back hair and a handsome face. If it weren't for his short stature and somewhat small eyes, he would actually be considered a handsome young man. He seemed to be the most active, dressed in a street basketball outfit with a slightly hip-hop vibe. After exchanging a few pleasantries with me, he turned to Xiaohui and said, half-jokingly, "Hey, Huizhen, just like you said, your boyfriend is really handsome and talented! Hehe, it's a perfect match of beauty and good looks~" "Hehe, Scott, stop with the flattery. You don't need to be so sweet-talking. I already agreed to lend you my reference books~" Xiaohui said softly and coquettishly. Although she pretended not to care, I could tell from the blush on her pretty face that Scott's flattery pleased her.

"This isn't flattery, it's true,"

Tom said blankly. Looking at Tom's serious face, I couldn't help but laugh and cry. Was this guy just honest or stupid? I thought to myself, it was just a compliment, and he didn't even realize it? Tom's name seemed to be something ordinary, like "Xingda," and he seemed just as ordinary. He was about twenty years old, a bit taller than Scott, neither fat nor thin, wearing a conservative t-shirt and old-fashioned uniform shorts, and glasses; he had a bookish air about him.

"Brother Kefan, I heard from Senior Huizhen that you've been in the U.S. for many years. I'll have to ask for your guidance in the future!" another boy named Xiaoyi said softly. Xiaoyi's real name seemed to be Zhu Xinyi; he looked only eighteen or nineteen, the younger student than Xiaohui among these freshmen. I looked at this boy; he had a bean sprout-like appearance, short and small. Although his casual clothes were spotless and he spoke politely, behind his slightly childish voice, I sensed an uncomfortable arrogance.

Regardless, this was our first meeting, and Xiaohui seemed to have high hopes for these new students. Not wanting to embarrass her on our first meeting, I forced a smile and replied, "Oh, it's alright, no problem!" During my studies on the east coast of the United States, somewhat coincidentally, there were very few Chinese students in my department, so most of my friends were American students. Therefore, I didn't really understand this kind of relationship between upperclassmen and new students. However, I'd heard from others that living abroad brings people closer, creating a special kind of care and dependence between upperclassmen and new students. This makes it quite effective for upperclassmen to pursue lowerclassmen, and also leads to many relationships between upperclassmen and lowerclassmen.

For the past month or two, every time Xiaohui talked about the new students, she would have a mischievous look of joy on her face, as if she were talking about her own younger brother. "Dayi is so strong! If I grab his big arm, I can dangle in the air!" "Scott plays basketball really well, but he seems so lazy. He always tries to get me to cook dinner for the new students. He really spoils them!" "Tom always seems a bit slow on the uptake. Hehe, he seems a bit slow on the uptake. But he's a nice guy, a little silly, but also quite cute." "Xiaoyi looks so young, like a middle school student. Hehe, but I heard he's actually very smart and athletic. He's a genius student." Before I met these new students, listening to Xiaohui talk about these things, I thought that Xiaohui was an only child, so she was curious about taking care of her younger brothers and that's why she was so excited. I also thought that these naive young boys wouldn't pose any threat to me, so I never took it to heart.

Seeing these energetic, teenage boys surrounding Xiaohui, chatting and laughing intimately, a mix of unease and jealousy immediately welled up inside me. Looking at Xiaohui's revealing shorts and a top, her delicate, fair skin, and the youthful innocence in her pretty face, she seemed several years younger than the boys around her. Compared to them, I felt like an older outsider, and a deep unease settled in my heart.

Although these boys were polite and shy in their conversation with Xiaohui, their eyes seemingly avoiding any glance at her full breasts and fair thighs, I swear, as a boy, I absolutely believe that these boys were secretly staring intently at Xiaohui's fair body, their minds filled with countless fantasies.

Damn! Am I overthinking things? Regardless, a nagging unease still lingered in my heart.

"Okay, this is the last form. Once you fill it out, you'll be all set. Your bank cards should be mailed to you in about two weeks,"

a well-dressed manager in a suit and tie interrupted my thoughts with standard English as he approached with a stack of forms.

Bank procedures in the U.S. are quite complicated. Just applying for an account requires filling out countless forms, enough to make your hands ache. These guys had just arrived in the U.S. and were unfamiliar with many things, unsure how to fill out the forms. Even with Xiaohui's careful guidance, it took them almost an hour to complete the process.

As I led them to the car, hearing the guys behind me asking Xiaohui about the bank account and affectionately calling her "Senior Huizhen," I felt incredibly annoyed. Opening the car door, an unexpected problem suddenly occurred to me—I could easily carry three or four people in my common U.S. family SUV, but with four freshmen and Xiaohui, that's five people. With Xiaohui in the front passenger seat and four guys in the back, it would be difficult for them to fit! Break for a commercial break: Still relying on your hands? How can that be satisfying? Forum reputation guaranteed! Healthy anti-premature ejaculation masturbation

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Just as I was thinking about asking a friend to get me another car, Xiaohui said in a nonchalant voice, "Hehe, Dayi, you're so tall, just sit in the front. My car isn't working today, so I'll have to squeeze in~" What! Is Xiaohui so naive? She wants to sit in the back! That means she'll have to squeeze with all those young boys!

"This..." I wanted to stop her, but I couldn't find a suitable excuse. Xiaohui smiled innocently and squeezed into the car, leaving me no chance to say anything.

Xiaohui sat in the car, and from the side, her long, white legs and even half of her round buttocks were tightly bound in the mesh of her stockings. Her fair and delicate skin bulged slightly through the mesh, making her exceptionally alluring. I clearly saw Scott and Xiaoyi both swallow hard, exchanging an awkward glance. They both seemed eager to rush in, yet hesitant and shy.

Tom Li, on the other hand, looked dazed, his face flushed, and before anyone else could move, he darted into the carriage.

Seeing that things had come to this, I had no choice but to feign nonchalance and awkwardly say, "Ah... well... everyone, let's get on the bus... let's go..."

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The drive from the bank to the largest W supermarket in the U country wasn't far, only about ten minutes. Da Yi sat in the front, always quiet and obedient. The other boys weren't talkative either, except for Scott Liu who occasionally joked about his experiences at V University.

I glanced in the rearview mirror and saw Tom Li, this taciturn boy, unusually reserved. His slightly dark cheeks were flushed, his knees were tightly closed, his shoulders were tucked in, and his hands were neatly tucked between his knees. But four people crammed into the back seat was too cramped. Even though the three men weren't particularly tall, their broad frames made them practically a ball of bricks.

As a result, Xiaohui's snow-white skin, her thighs encased in black fishnet stockings, pressed tightly against Tom's hairy legs outside his shorts. Meanwhile, Xiaohui's smooth, white arms, exposed by her blouse, were pressed directly against Tom's arms. With each bump of the car, their skin rubbed against each other.

Damn! Tom really hit the jackpot! Judging by his appearance, he'd never had a girlfriend, maybe not even held a girl's hand. Now, his body was pressed tightly against Xiaohui, who was wearing a short-sleeved shirt and hot pants. He could definitely feel the softness of Xiaohui's youthful body, the warm, fragrant scent, and the way her plump, soft buttocks pressed against him, combined with the friction against her smooth, white skin on her arms and thighs—it must have felt amazing!

For some reason, watching Xiaohui being taken advantage of by this young man made me feel a little excited.

Looking at Tom's face, which seemed shy, flustered, yet also hiding a hint of surprise, I felt a mix of anger, jealousy, and amusement. Luckily, Xiaohui didn't suffer too much, and I couldn't stop him, so I just drove on nonchalantly.

Xiaohui herself seemed completely oblivious to being taken advantage of, still happily laughing and joking with Scott. "Hehe~ I heard you guys lost badly in basketball last week~ You always brag about how good you are~" "Senior Huizhen~ You can't say that, those black guys are two heads taller than us~ They're monsters~" Scott gestured.

"Tch, it's clearly because you're not as good~" Xiaohui pouted slightly, teasingly.

"Hey~ How about this~ Next time Senior Huizhen comes to cheer us on~ I'll beat you!"

Scott said, deliberately patting his chest.

"You're bragging~ Just because someone else cheers them on doesn't mean you can win~ The opponent is still the same~" Xiao Hui deliberately glanced at Scott with distrustful eyes, whimpering sweetly.

"That's right, with your fancy but useless moves, you can't win,"

Xiao Yi leaned forward, mocking him softly from the side.

"Hey~ You don't even play basketball, don't talk nonsense~ You should just play your squash~ Don't interrupt~ Hehe~" Scott turned his head, retorting defiantly.

"Hmph, at least I've never lost a squash game at V University's gym~" Xiao Yi said sarcastically.

"Okay~ Next time let's have a squash game~ Whoever wins gets Hui Zhen to cook dinner for them~ Okay?"

Scott said loudly, unconvinced.

"Ugh! You guys are really something! You dared to bet with your senior like that! I'm not going to bother with you anymore!" Xiao Hui frowned, lightly slapped Scott's thigh, and pouted coquettishly.

Damn it! Xiao Hui is openly flirting with these young boys right in front of me! I cursed inwardly as I watched everything unfold in the rearview mirror.

But looking at Xiao Hui's childlike, innocent eyes, I couldn't help but ask myself, am I being too suspicious?

Am I too conservative? Or is Xiao Hui just too naive, too innocent, completely treating these men like children, without any regard for the proper boundaries between men and women? Doesn't she know that these young boys are all virile adult men, and any one of them could easily fuck her to death?

Anyway, ten minutes passed in a flash, and amidst their banter, we soon arrived at W Supermarket. As soon as I parked the car, the boys in the back seat filed out, stretching their arms as if finally released.

Looking at the slightly immature faces of these men, I felt like I was overthinking things. Xiao Hui, though around their age, was far more experienced. How could she be interested in such young boys? Even if these boys harbored feelings for Xiao Hui, it was only natural. After all, girls as beautiful, intelligent, and elegant as Xiao Hui were rare indeed. However, these young men, newly arrived in the U country, all seemed shy in front of Xiao Hui; they probably didn't intend to cross any lines.

"Alright, everyone, hurry up! We still need to set up the venue later!" Xiao Hui said sweetly, then led the boys into the supermarket like a tour guide.

Seeing the earnest yet deliberately older-sisterly expression on Xiao Hui's youthful and beautiful face, I smiled inwardly and quickened my pace to follow.

Supermarkets are always crowded on weekends, including many U.S. girls in stylish short skirts. However, Xiaohui's tall, perfect figure, paired with hot pants and black fishnet stockings, was quite eye-catching. She attracted longing glances from various men in the supermarket, while drawing resentful stares from the middle-aged, already overweight U.S. women.

Xiaohui herself seemed completely absorbed in helping several men choose daily necessities, oblivious to the people around her. Like an exceptionally patient teacher, she was surrounded by men, scrutinizing every item they selected, from appearance and description to price and quality.

One moment she'd be saying sweetly, "Hey~ Xiaoyi, don't buy things like that~ Really~ You bought so much perishable fruit, it won't even stay in the fridge~" Then she'd be tugging at Scott and Tom's collars, pouting, "You two shouldn't carry so much Coke~ It's bad for your health~" Or she'd look up at Dayi, seemingly scolding him, and say in a sweet voice, "How could you like this brand of shampoo~ It's the worst in the U country~" Looking at Xiaohui's meticulous manner, it was as if she hadn't measured the boys' underwear sizes when they bought them.

Although Xiaohui's dedication to her vice-presidential duties impressed me, watching her pick out items for the boys, as if she were a girl choosing for her boyfriend, so carefully selecting, made me incredibly jealous.

Damn it~ When I shopped with Xiaohui, she was just as attentive to everything I picked out. Now, how she treated these boys, wasn't she making them the same as me?

On the other hand, I felt a little ridiculous. Xiaohui was just helping a few junior students buy things, and I was being so petty. Was it because I cared too much about Xiaohui? Was it because I was too afraid of losing her? Or was it because I was getting old and becoming so fussy?

Between jealousy and self-deprecation, I accompanied Xiaohui and the other guys on their stroll. After several laps, we'd explored every section of the W supermarket. The guys were pushing increasingly heavy shopping carts, filled with a week's worth of groceries, drinks, clothes, small appliances, and all sorts of other items.

This is life studying abroad in the US—almost a weekly shopping spree, then stuffing the fridge full. I wonder if it's bad for your health.

Anyway, when we finally checked out and left the W supermarket, it was almost four o'clock. Xiaohui, looking at the time, started urging the guys to hurry up, because at the current pace, if they had to put the groceries back at the guys' homes, it would be difficult to get to V University before five.

As I arrived at the parking lot, the crimson sunset was already beginning to dip towards the horizon. Just as I was tidying up the trunk, preparing for the boys to load the goods, a sharp, accented English voice suddenly came from behind me.

"Hey! You! Man~ It really is you! How have you been lately!"

I looked back with slight suspicion, then at the person in front of me, I couldn't help but curse inwardly, "Damn it, what bad luck!"

What appeared before me was less like a person and more like a lump of flesh, like a three-dimensional sphere, slowly moving towards me. I immediately recalled his name, Dick, which in English means penis—an unpleasant name, a repulsive person.

Moreover, this Dick was in the same finance department as Xiao Hui, and they had even taken a few classes together. He had even used my few encounters with Xiao Hui as an excuse to shamelessly and presumptuously claim to be our friend. The last time we met was at V University, where he loudly discussed high-definition color TVs and porn, making me extremely embarrassed. After that, I would deliberately avoid him whenever I saw him from afar. I never expected to be so unlucky as to run into him here.

Looking at this Latino man, barely 1.7 meters tall but perhaps even wider, I truly understood what "obesity" meant. His body was extremely obese, like a giant balloon filled with fat. His waist and buttocks were fused together, so large that it was difficult for him to squeeze into a doorway. If he looked down, he couldn't possibly see his own toes, let alone how difficult it would be for him to tie his shoelaces.

His arms were like two large sandbags, seemingly thicker than my thighs, and the fat exposed outside his oversized t-shirt was covered in black hair, making him look particularly disgusting. He wore super oversized jeans, making his legs look like cement bags; each leg could easily fit my waist. The way he walked was nothing short of carrying loads of fat.

Even by sight, it was clear he weighed at least two or three times my weight, maybe even three or four times that of the short Xiao Yi next to me. Although he looked to be in his early twenties, he was already balding, and his rough, dark skin, covered in body hair, made his disproportionately small head, limbs, and hands look utterly repulsive compared to his enormous body.

"Ah... thank goodness..." Looking at this scourge in front of me, I could only curse my bad luck inwardly while saying something perfunctorily.

"Hi~ Willa, it's nice to see you too! You're still so beautiful! It's been so long since we've been to class together!"

Dick said, his small eyes unceremoniously scanning Xiao Hui's snow-white neck, glancing at her bulging breasts under her shirt, and staring at her alluring legs clad in black fishnet stockings. Dick sized up Xiao Hui for a moment, then strode over with his large belly, each step revealing disgusting folds of fat all over his body, making him exceptionally ugly. Furthermore, although it wasn't summer yet, his oversized brown t-shirt was already soaked with sweat. Every few steps, he would unconsciously lift his t-shirt to fan himself, revealing his large, bulging belly covered in black hair and bulging fat, which was nauseating.

"Hi~ Dico~ Thanks, long time no see~ Hmm~ I've been quite busy lately~" Xiaohui said sweetly.

Looking at the still gentle and elegant smile on Xiaohui's pretty face, I really didn't know whether to marvel at a woman's innate ability to lie or admire Xiaohui's remarkable composure. Even when meeting someone like this, Xiaohui at least didn't show the slightest disgust on her face.

"Yeah~ I know, you're all graduate students! All busy!"

Dico said sarcastically, walking closer and looking at the several new faces around him. He panted and asked in a slightly shrill voice, "Huh? These guys seem to be from the finance department too?"

"Yes, I remember, we met in the hallway,"

Scott said casually in English, then turned to Tom and whispered sarcastically in Chinese, "Hey, so 'eye-catching,' I can't forget them~" "Oh, let me introduce you. This is Dico,"

Xiaohui said, standing in the middle of the group with a faint smile, introducing them in a sweet voice, "This is Yi, Scott, Tom..." "And Wisent."

The boys all looked at Dick's fat face, which had white features but was twisted like a gourd, with indifference and disgust. But Dick, whether he was too slow to notice or too thick-skinned, excitedly stretched out his short, stubby hand and said in a carefree manner, "Hey! Buddy!"

The boys seemed to be giving Xiao Hui face, and reluctantly shook hands with Dick, exchanged a few pleasantries, and then began to pack up the things they had just bought, showing no intention of saying much more.

Whether among American students, international students, or even professors, Dicko's obese appearance and somewhat dim-witted nature led to his obvious ostracization—forget friends, they probably wouldn't even want to talk to him.

Although I felt a pang of pity for him, I really didn't want to be associated with such a nuisance. So, while carrying my things, I took the opportunity to say, "Dicko, by the way, you see—we just finished shopping, and we have some things to do later, so we're in a rush—how about we talk another day?" "Ah! Right, right, today is Chinese New Year! Hey, I remember now—I heard you guys have a party! I don't have anything else to do, so I'll go with you!"

Dicko said loudly, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Damn it! Where did he get that information?! How can he be so shameless? We didn't even invite him, and he still has the nerve to come along! No wonder normal white people in the US don't pay him any attention!

Although I cursed inwardly, I couldn't really refuse outwardly, so I could only say evasively, "Oh... okay... but... but, there's no room in my car, so it's inconvenient to give you a ride~" "Hey! Don't worry! I'm driving over,"

Dicko panted as he took a few more steps and walked to a beat-up car diagonally opposite, probably over ten years old, with paint almost completely rusted off. He shouted, "No problem, tell me where it is, we'll see you in a bit!"

"Um, okay... at Sigma Hall,"

I said through gritted teeth, "Um... see you later..."

Looking at Dicko's sweaty, chubby body squeezed between the cars, barely managing to open the door, I cursed inwardly. I usually avoided this guy from a distance, how could I be so unlucky as to run into him here today!

He actually had the nerve to come to the Chinese New Year celebration? I guess nobody usually wants to talk to him, so he only becomes so enthusiastic and rude when someone is polite to him.

Just as I was cursing inwardly, I heard Xiaohui's gentle voice beside me, "By the way, Dick, do you still have a seat in your car? Take me to V University first~ Kevin has to take those freshmen, I'm in a bit of a hurry~" Dick stood to the side staring at Xiaohui, as if he had won the lottery, and immediately said loudly without hesitation, "No problem! Willa~ No problem!~" Damn! I was shocked!

Although there's an old saying that you shouldn't judge a book by its cover, you shouldn't ride in the car of this jinx! Although Dick's fat appearance seems harmless, who knows what kind of twisted mind this lewd super fat man has?

Xiaohui has been through so many accidents, how can she still be so simple and so trusting!

"Ah~ Xiaohui, are you really in such a hurry..." I quickly turned around and murmured in Chinese.

"But... I have some things to do at the student council, I have to go first... Hehe, don't be so wishy-washy... You help the junior put his things away first... See you later!" Xiaohui smiled sweetly at me, then, without giving me a chance to explain, she lowered her head, staring at her phone, walked to the other side, and climbed into Dico's beat -up car from

the other side. Through the car window, I looked at the small two-door car, in that cramped space, with Xiaohui sitting close to Dico, whose body was practically overflowing the chair. Compared to Xiaohui's petite figure, Dico's fat body could easily fit three or four Xiaohuis. Seeing this strange contrast made me feel uncomfortable, but since Xiaohui didn't seem to mind, I didn't interfere too much.

"Vroom vroom vroom!~~" After a series of old, noisy engine noises, Dico drove his dilapidated car away from the parking lot...

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Such a short distance, Xiaohui should be alright, right? Movies often portray fat people as sexual perverts, will Xiaohui be in danger? But Dico wouldn't be that stupid, would he? If something went wrong on the way, they'd definitely blame him! However, if he took Xiaohui to a secluded place and raped and ravaged her under his fat body, how would anyone find her in a short time?

I was driving, my mind wandering the whole way, completely oblivious to the conversation between the boys around me. I couldn't remember how I took them home to drop off their things, or how I ended up at V University. When I finally felt my mind clear up a bit, I realized I was in the Sigma Hall of the V University Student Center.

Dusk was falling, the sunlight was slanting and about to disappear, and the modern hall was lit up with soft golden ceiling lights. Dozens of large round tables had been set up in the spacious area, and about a dozen Chinese students were decorating the stage with banners and adjusting the sound system. Around the hall, many other students were setting up the venue, arranging tables and chairs, distributing candy, and pasting red "福" (good fortune) characters on the walls.

Da Yi and the other freshmen entered the hall and joined the volunteers, running around with several senior student council members. I glanced around and saw a few familiar faces, but I didn't see Xiao Hui. Instead, I immediately spotted Dico's conspicuously obese body.

Dico was sitting in a simple folding chair, his large buttocks seemingly only half-filled, and his entire weight was pressing down on the stainless steel chair legs, making them appear as if they were about to twist and collapse.

I walked over to him, and he was engrossed in playing on his phone while eating one peanut brittle after another from the table.

Seeing Xiaohui's Gucci handbag on the chair beside me, I sat down and immediately asked, "Hey~ Dick, have you seen Willa?"

"Mmm~ um~" Dick swallowed a piece of candy and looked at me excitedly, saying, "Hey! Man, you're here! This candy is awesome! Where did you guys get it?"

"Ah... Chinatown, I guess..." I said casually, then raised my voice and said, "Dick, where did Willa go?"

"Oh~ you mean your girl? She went backstage after she arrived. Said she had something to prepare, anyway, I can't remember, um~" Dick said casually, then stuffed another piece of candy into his mouth and lowered his head again, seemingly unconcerned.

Seeing Dick's gluttonous and helpless appearance, I felt a little relieved. It seemed Xiaohui was safe. I took out my phone and dialed Xiaohui's number. However, after several rings, no one answered. I figured Xiaohui was probably already contacting those Chinese takeout places, and there shouldn't be any problems. Looking at the busy crowd around me, I figured since I was already there, I might as well see if there was anything I could help with.

But before I could even get up, Dico leaned in, his fat body close, his small eyes gleaming as he looked at me with a wicked grin, and said, "Hehehe~ Man! You're so lucky! Willa's breasts have gotten even bigger lately~ even better than a model's~" Damn it! This obese fat guy is out of his mind, daring to talk about someone else's girlfriend like that in front of others!

Does he really think we're best buddies just because I give him a friendly look?!

"Hmm... it's alright..." I squeezed out a few words through gritted teeth, stood up coldly, and prepared to leave this fat bastard.

But this Dick was truly shameless. Seeing me about to leave, he continued, spitting as he spoke, "By the way, Kevin, the other day my brother and I were playing games, and we talked about democracy. We thought 'democracy' was like a woman's 'breasts'—what do you think, Kevin?"

Damn! What kind of logic is that! What is he talking about? Is his brain filled with nothing but fat too?!

I cursed this obese fat man in my heart, but I couldn't just leave in anger, so I stood there, looking disgusted, and muttered, "Hmph, is that so?" "Of course! Man! You see, democracy is always hypocritical, but people still want it to be as big as possible, just like a woman's breasts. Look at those actresses in porn, their breasts are so big, but they're all fake, but people still want to see them, don't they?"

Dick, chewing on a candy, swung his large mouth and said aggressively, "You say no? Can you say no? Don't you want to see those women?"

Good heavens! What kind of bullshit is this!

"No... not necessarily... I..." Listening to his chaotic logic, I didn't know what to say, so I just kept making excuses and trying to find a way to leave.

"No? Hey! Kevin, don't lie, I know you're 'yes'! When you're looking for girls, you look for girls like Willa, with young faces and big breasts! You came to the U.S. looking for democracy! I admit, I also like women with big breasts, and I like democracy, but it's all fucking fake! It's all bullshit!"

Dick spoke cynically in his sharp and strange English.

Damn it! This fat bastard wants to talk politics too! He even used Xiaohui's breasts as an example! Is he just too rude and lacking in social skills, or has his brain gone mad from being so fat?!

"That's not quite right... Anyway, let's talk about it another time..." I tried my best to remain calm and stop the conversation as soon as possible.

"Hey! Kevin, you don't need to deny it! Men all like big-breasted girls, they all like freedom and democracy! Willa's breasts are getting bigger and bigger, isn't that because you deliberately rubbed them! Man! You know, all of this is bullshit. Aren't girlfriends just for fucking? Big breasts are just decoration, isn't democracy the same? Kevin, I know your answer is 'yes,' come on, say it~,"

Dicko said excitedly, waving his fat hands.

"Hmm... This... It's hard to say..." Looking at Dicko's ugly, fat face, which was beaming with excitement, and listening to his vulgar and chaotic remarks, all the pity I had for him completely disappeared, leaving only disgust and anger. I barely managed to hold back from cursing him out loud, and gritted my teeth as I mumbled a perfunctory reply.

I cursed inwardly, "Damn it, this obese fatso, he even said girlfriends are for fucking, I bet he's never even touched a woman's body—even a prostitute wouldn't take a customer like him, who wants to be crushed by his fat!

" "Hey! Kevin, you know I'm right, aren't I! Absolutely!"

Dick shouted excitedly, his abnormally obese body bobbing up and down, making the chair creak and groan

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"Beep!~~" Suddenly, my phone rang. I quickly looked down and saw it was Xiao Hui calling. I couldn't miss this perfect opportunity to escape. I immediately shouted to Dick, "Ah! Sorry, someone's calling, let's talk later~" Then, before Dick could continue his rant, I pretended to answer the phone and quickly ran out of the lobby.

As people poured in intermittently, the hall grew increasingly noisy, while darkness gradually fell outside. I walked to a quiet corner outside the building, answered the phone, and softly asked, "Xiao Hui~ what are you busy with?"

"Hehe~ sorry~ I'm so sorry~ I have so much student council stuff to do~ I don't have time to spend with you~" Xiao Hui's sweet voice came from the phone. I

was initially annoyed that Xiao Hui had first left me with a group of boys and then disappeared from V University, but hearing her melodious voice on the phone, softly whispering in my ear, I couldn't stay angry.

"Never mind, I'm fine here. What exactly is your student council doing? So mysterious~" I asked curiously.

"Oh~ actually, it's a bit complicated~ some people can't participate in tonight's performances~ so the student council has to prepare a few programs at the last minute~" Xiao Hui said in a slightly aggrieved voice.

"At the last minute? How can that be enough time~" I continued to ask.

"Yes, that's what everyone said too... But... but everyone knows I can dance... They all insist I perform... And since I'm the vice president... I had no choice but to agree..." "Ah! You're going to perform a dance? I've never heard you mention that before? And, don't you need to rehearse?"

I was a little surprised and asked hastily.

"Well, it's a last-minute decision... We're rehearsing now... I'm sorry... but I can't be with you..." Xiao Hui said sweetly.

"Then... what are you going to perform..." Although I asked, I could roughly guess the answer. Xiao Hui had been practicing ballet recently, so she was probably going to perform ballet—although I had seen her perform before, this was different. The audience wasn't strangers or dance enthusiasts, but a mixed group of international students at V University, various professors and their families, some of whom were our classmates or teachers, or whom we had met a few times before.

If Xiaohui were to wear a strapless ballet dress that tightly hugged her proud breasts, and tight white stockings that partially revealed her long, slender legs, and dance dazzlingly beautiful steps on a small stage, displaying her alluring feminine figure, how many men in the audience would appreciate it with an artistic eye? Conversely, how many men would be filled with lewd thoughts? And afterwards, when these male students or professors saw Xiaohui again on campus, wouldn't they feel embarrassed?

Damn! Thinking about such a scene, I felt both worried and unable to suppress a little excitement.

"Hmm... it's not confirmed yet... what, is it okay? Are you against the performance?" Xiao Hui said timidly. "Then I'll just say I'm not feeling well and cancel." Listening to Xiao Hui's resentful voice, it was as if she were a canary I had locked in a cage—I didn't want to be too chauvinistic. Although I was extremely unwilling for other men to see Xiao Hui's charming dance, ballet is an elegant art. If I were to obstruct her, it would make me seem too narrow-minded and selfish in front of Xiao Hui.

My heart was in turmoil, but I could only pretend to be calm and say against my will, "Ah... Oh... No... I didn't object... Um... Be careful, you haven't been practicing dancing much lately, don't get hurt~" "Um~ I know, but~ Hehe~ You're the most considerate~ Well, I won't say anymore~ I have to go practice dancing~" Hearing Xiaohui's happy and joyful voice on the phone, I also felt a faint sweetness in my heart, but when I really thought about Xiaohui's performance later, I couldn't help but ask myself anxiously, had I made a wrong decision?

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Around eight o'clock, after everyone had finished eating and drinking, the Spring Festival celebration finally began. Looking around, there were two or three hundred people in the extremely spacious square hall. Golden lights reflected the red "Fu" character and brightly colored banners, and the warm aroma of food filled the air. The lively conversation and laughter of the crowd amidst the melodious folk music truly filled this foreign hall with the festive atmosphere of the Spring Festival.

I sat there, not exactly excited, but at least feeling a faint warmth of home. It was just a pity that Xiaohui couldn't be with me.

Several of my close classmates from the CIS department have relatives in the US, and none of them attended the gathering; they were probably somewhere reuniting with their families. Therefore, I chose a quiet table in a corner, sitting with three or four elderly men and women in their seventies or eighties. I didn't know

whose elders these elderly people were, and we didn't talk, which gave me more time to observe the men and women in the hall. Most of the two or three hundred people were international students, while some were families of three, professors, and post-doctoral researchers. Occasionally, a few white people who liked Eastern culture sat among them.

However, the person I least wanted to see among these two or three hundred people sat next to me—this obese Dick. I chose this quiet corner to stay far away from him, but he was so shameless that after seeing me, he slowly shuffled his fat body, bumping into countless chairs, until he moved to my table.

I wanted to find another excuse to go somewhere else, but that would be too impolite, and he might follow me again, so I could only sit there and swallow my anger. I watched him wolf down plate after plate of food, bending the chair legs even further, while listening to his rambling, food-filled mouth.

"Mmm... this fried chicken smells so good... mmm... where did you get it from... mmm... amazing!... mmm... Kevin... where's your girl?... She missed all this good food... mmm..." Dick stuffed food into his mouth with his fork, mumbling indistinctly.

"Um... she's busy..." I couldn't be bothered to explain and just gave a vague answer.

"Hmm~ Kevin~~ You're a computer science major, right? Hmm~ What do you guys do on your computers when you're not programming? Hey~~~ Do you all watch porn sites? Let me tell you~~ I think the internet was made for porn sites~~ Hmm~~ Everyone knows that~~ Come on~ man~~ Tell me about it~~" Dick, jiggling his flabby body, wiped the sweat from his brow with his t-shirt as he excitedly spoke.

Damn, why does he talk so much? And it's all nonsense. Just as

I was about to give him a perfunctory reply, "Screech!~~" A microphone blared, and a slightly effeminate but bright male voice came through the speakers, "Hello everyone, welcome to the V University Chinese Students' Spring Festival Gala~" "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to…"

followed by a sweet female voice translating in perfectly standard English, while at the same time, the lights in the hall slowly dimmed.

The noisy hall quieted down considerably, and I took the opportunity to escape Dico's tedious ramblings. I turned slightly and looked at the stage under a beam of light, where a boy in a Tang suit and trousers and a girl in a knee-length red cheongsam appeared.

I looked closer and realized the girl was Xiaohui's roommate, Yingying—the girl with delicate yet undeniably cute features, a round face, and a petite figure. She was probably a year or two younger than Xiaohui, and looked somewhat childish. I wondered how she had become the host of the party.

Lately, Xiaohui had been coming to my house frequently, so I hadn't seen Yingying much, only hearing from Xiaohui that she had joined the international student association. Thinking about it, it made sense to have Yingying as the host. Although her looks were only above average, her fair skin, with a touch of makeup and long, straight black hair, made her quite charming—among a group of female international students suffering from the hardships of studying, Xiaohui's appearance was practically a miracle, and a girl with Yingying's looks was a rare find.

That boy was none other than Benny Lin, the current president of the Chinese Students Association. He was a tall, handsome young man with a stylish short, choppy haircut. Benny Lin was an art student, and I knew him somewhat—not because we were close, but because he had once been my strongest rival in pursuing Xiao Hui.

He was an outstanding guy in many ways, around twenty-six or twenty-seven years old, handsome, intelligent, good at tennis and basketball, and from a good family. Apart from his somewhat effeminate appearance, there was really nothing wrong with him.

When I was pursuing Xiao Hui, she had just joined the Chinese Students Association, and Benny Lin happened to be the vice president at the time. Somehow, the two of them became inseparable. Although I wasn't necessarily inferior to him, the appearance of such a formidable rival still made me a little panicked at the time. However, he was only "considered" my rival—later, I overheard some gossip and learned a not-so-secret secret: Benny Lin was actually gay and had several boyfriends at the same time.

Naturally, the so-called rival turned out to be a false alarm.

"...Thank you all for participating. Now, the first Spring Festival performance is a lion dance, performed by the Art Department of V University..."

Benny Lin's voice interrupted my reverie. Looking at him, and recalling my past with Xiao Hui, I couldn't help but feel a little melancholy. Almost two years have passed in a flash, and Xiao Hui and I have been through so much. And after all these incredible and complicated things, Xiao Hui is still happily by my side, and we are still happily together. It's truly hard-won.

"Dong dong! ~ Dong dong dong! ~ Dong dong! ~ Dong dong dong! ~" With the strong and lively drums, the authentic lion dance began on the stage not far away. I never expected to see such a performance at a university in U country. It was truly unexpected, and the hidden talents at V University also surprised me.

As the performance unfolded, Dico's rambling became less frequent, his attention drawn to the stage—not because he was interested in Chinese culture, but because the brightly dressed, heavily made-up girls on the small stage caught his eye.

"Hey! Kevin! Who's that girl? The female host! Man! That girl looks so young—like a middle school student! Hey! Dude! Do you have her phone number? I absolutely, positively want to talk to her,"

Dico asked intermittently.

"Hey! This girl is fucking amazing—such a strong high note. And she's a cool beauty! Kevin! You know what? I studied vocal music! Do you have her contact information? I really want to discuss this with her!"

After a while, when a girl in a long blue dress sang the soprano "Morning," Dico, with his greasy mouth, spoke again, seemingly in a serious manner.

Faced with Dick's delusional expression, I couldn't help but curse inwardly. He was truly a toad lusting after a swan. How could I possibly give the phone numbers of these beautiful Chinese female students to this obese fat man? Looking at his bloated face, I kept making excuses like "I don't know" and "Who knows?"

Most of the performances were prepared by the international students in their spare time, with one or two professors occasionally performing a short piece or two. I must say, they were quite good—solo singing, group singing, magic tricks, stand-up comedy, and more. Add to that a few prize-winning entertainment competitions held by the international student association, and the atmosphere was quite lively.

However, with two or three hundred people, it was noisy and chaotic. Most people weren't really paying attention to the stage performances; they were just chatting with friends at the dinner table. What truly attracted everyone's attention were the performances featuring pretty girls.

For example, when a girl named Manqing performed a violin solo, she stood in the center of the stage, wearing high heels and a beautiful black sundress that revealed her two fair and shapely legs. Combined with her attractive face, she immediately attracted the attention of almost every boy in the audience.

Those sitting near the stage, like at the tables around me, could not only see her thighs from bottom to top, but also directly into her skirt, revealing her small, pink and white striped panties. Watching a girl perform so intently on stage, yet exposing her snow-white thighs and panties covering her mons pubis in front of the entire audience, was incredibly arousing. I even saw a man at the next table staring boldly under the girl's skirt, as if afraid to miss a single second, while a large bulge appeared in his jeans.

Damn! Although watching the girl's exposed skin was quite arousing, the thought of Xiaohui performing ballet later, gracefully dancing in thin stockings and a suspender dress, and how those filthy men in the audience would react, how they would fantasize about her body, and how they would undress her a thousand times in their minds,

filled me with unease, regret, and a strange excitement at exposing my girlfriend.

A corner of my heart wanted to rush backstage and stop Xiaohui's performance; but then I thought, now that things had come to this, stopping her would only cause her trouble in the international student association.

It was already 9:30, and the show was probably more than halfway over. Finally, I heard Benny Lin's voice, "...Next up is Ni Huizhen from the Business Administration Department, bringing you a wonderful 'Folk Dance'..." "...

The next one is by Willa, from MBA..." Folk dance? What kind of folk dance? I waited with mixed feelings, and as Yingying translated in English, the lights in the hall dimmed further, and the entire stage became pitch black.

Soft and melodious music slowly rose from all around, and two beams of light appeared simultaneously, shining onto the stage. In the darkness, the converging lights were exceptionally eye-catching, and in the center of the light, a girl's beautifully curvaceous figure appeared...

The hall was dim, and the melodious and ethereal music came from the sky, as if by magic, quickly making the previously noisy surroundings quiet and peaceful. The music was melodious and ancient, mysterious and imbued with an exotic charm. Although the beautiful sound was like heavenly music, a doubt arose in my heart as I listened to the trembling strings, the soothing flute, and the occasional hand drum—how could such music be ballet music? With a soft

"snap!"

, two bright beams of light shot from the dome of the hall onto the stage, converging and dazzlingly bright.

A girl's graceful figure, her exquisite body displaying her dance moves, appeared in the center of the stage's light. Her stunningly beautiful face, though so familiar, still amazed me—undoubtedly, that girl was my girlfriend, Xiaohui.

But looking at Xiaohui's alluring and dazzling outfit, I couldn't suppress my shock and gasped—my God! That wasn't a ballet tutu at all! Wearing Xiaohui's curvaceous, snow-white body was a daring Persian-style belly dance tutu!

The silver-based, gold-threaded bra and the two-pant skirts with sheer panels hanging down the front and back—it was less a dance skirt and more a bikini adorned with intricate, shimmering tassels and semi-transparent tulle! Xiao Hui's flawless, dazzling white skin, radiating youthful radiance and fullness, with a delicate blush and a baby-like tenderness that seemed to drip with moisture, was half-exposed under the bright lights!

Xiao Hui wore only a close-fitting silver silk bra, the silk of which was extremely fine and luxurious, decorated horizontally with rows of gold embroidery, sparkling rhinestones, and hanging silver circular metallic sequins. The sequined tassels hanging a few centimeters from the bottom of the bra added to its dazzling brilliance, making it a sight to behold.

The bra straps were so thin they resembled two silver threads, revealing Xiaohui's snow-white neck, smooth shoulders, and delicate arms. The bra cups barely covered the center third of her breasts, just enough to cover her nipples, yet they left most of Xiaohui's 35E breasts exposed, like two round, plump, white balls, their rounded rims exceeding her arm circumference. Xiaohui's two half-exposed, snow-white breasts were pressed tightly together, revealing a deep cleavage between the smooth, fleshy flesh, displaying astonishing curves under the light and shadow. The shimmering decorations, combined with the concealing details, made her look incredibly sexy and alluring, leaving one mesmerized.

Looking further down, Xiaohui's smooth and firm abdomen, free of any excess fat, was fully displayed before everyone; her fair waist was as smooth as silk, and the muscle lines undulated beautifully like water ripples, as if she were born to dance; her slender waist really seemed to be only a hand's width wide, forming a perfect "V" shape from her sternum to her waist, and then immediately opening up like a jade vase at her hips, forming a very feminine curve that connected to her round and perky pink buttocks.

Xiao Hui's silver silk thong was even more extravagant. It seemed to be designed to showcase the charm of belly dancing to the fullest extent, with an extremely low waist. The triangular piece of fabric only appeared a dozen centimeters below Xiao Hui's petite, jade-like navel. It not only fully exposed Xiao Hui's graceful waist, but also revealed a small section of the cleft between her snow-white thighs. In the middle, it seemed that her smooth, plump, white mons pubis was half-exposed. Her snow-white, jade-like waist and abdomen undulated gracefully, and the outline of the girl's full triangle area was thus faintly visible, which was extremely alluring.

The silver silk panties and bra shared the same design, with horizontal embroidery, rhinestones, and sequins adorning the fabric, along with swaying tassels at the bottom, making them exceptionally dazzling. Even so, the panties were pitifully small, barely covering Xiaohui's thighs. Due to the low-waisted design, the panties clung tightly to the most rounded part of Xiaohui's hips, as if the weight of the elaborate embellishments would cause them to slip down at any moment.

Two long strips of white tulle, reaching to the ground, ran along the lower edges of the front and back of the silk panties, barely serving as skirts to conceal Xiaohui's model-like long legs. However, the silk tulle was as thin as a cicada's wing, only embroidered with shimmering beads at the edges, and under the spotlight, it was practically transparent. It not only failed to obstruct the view but the suggestive, almost frivolous feel only added to its allure.

Xiao Hui had a petite waist and high hips. Even barefoot, her snow-white legs, radiating youthful vitality, were exceptionally long. Now, beneath the thin white gauze, these model-like legs, easily 1.1 meters long, with their exquisite curves and supple elasticity, were partially exposed to the audience. The surrounding dimness made the beautiful scene on the stage exceptionally clear, even revealing the faint blue veins on her fair, alabaster-like skin.

Apart from the bikini-like dance dress covering Xiao Hui's body, her upper arms were adorned with silver tassel armbands, and a silver bracelet hung from her slender right ankle. Otherwise, her fair and alluring body was completely uncovered.

She crossed her arms, alluringly raising them above her head, her full, proud, snow-white breasts swaying. Her legs were slightly bent, one bare, rounded leg supporting her body behind her, the other extending slightly forward from under her skirt, her smooth, white toes lightly touching the wooden floor. Her pose was both elegant and alluring.

Her long, flowing black hair was slightly disheveled, adorned with a blue crystal brow pendant, and exaggerated silver peacock feather-like earrings. Combined with her uniquely mixed-race features—deep-set, bright European-style eyes, and long, fan-like eyelashes—she truly looked like a stunning belly dancer with snow-white skin, a youthful and fiery figure, and breathtaking beauty!

Damn! Xiao Hui actually wore such a daring silver bikini dress, and was going to perform belly dancing in front of all the Chinese students in the audience!

Why did Xiaohui choose this kind of dance? Did she really believe everyone would appreciate it with an artistic and innocent eye? Or was she pressured by the student council, making her unable to care about many things?

Although I had seen Xiaohui's naked body countless times, her stunning beauty, captivating figure, and such a sexy outfit still made my blood boil and my lower body instantly hard. If I was like this, wouldn't the other boys in the audience be even more unable to control themselves?

Thinking of those men in the audience, whether they were virgins or married, strangers or secretly in love with Xiaohui, middle-aged professors or Chinese students, all of them looking at Xiaohui's snow-white, half-naked body, hundreds of men's penises secretly hardening in their pants for Xiaohui's body, I felt a sour, intense jealousy, yet also a burning, incredibly exciting feeling, as if it were a hundred times more exciting than Xiaohui being naked in front of me.

The surroundings were too dark to see the expressions on the men's faces, but I could feel the absolute silence. Only a barrage of fiery gazes were fixed on the stage, converging on Xiao Hui's half-naked, snow-white body. Many people were even holding up their phones and cameras, snapping photos of Xiao Hui's beautiful figure.

"fcuk!...Willia...you're such a slut!...It's like you're completely naked...fuck!...Your two big breasts are almost fully exposed!...If I could fuck you...I'd die happy!..."

Dico muttered loudly to himself, whether from excitement or a lack of common sense, as if the darkness prevented people from hearing him.

"Damn it! That obese fatso! He's like a toad trying to eat swan meat!" I cursed under my breath and glanced to my side, my heart pounding with shock. Dico had actually dared to shove his hand into his crotch, straining to reach over his sack-like belly, and was secretly masturbating!

Damn! He's so audacious! Although I was cursing inwardly, in the middle of this party, watching this obese man, who struggled to even touch his own penis, masturbating while watching my girlfriend's half-naked body on stage, I felt an unusual excitement.

"...Hmph...who's that girl?...dancing around naked...a slut who needs a good fucking!"

an old woman at the table cursed in a dialect with an accent.

"What do you know! In the U.S., this is dance...it's art!"

another old man growled.

"Art my ass!... I think she's just a prostitute selling her ass and cunt!"

another old lady grumbled crudely.

How disgusting! Listening to the conversation of these elderly people at my table, hearing that old lady compare my beautiful girlfriend to a prostitute, I felt both indignant and excited. Although their words were extremely vulgar, they seemed to make some sense—even though we were in the U.S., in traditional Chinese thinking, what respectable woman would dance half-naked in front of countless men? I looked at Xiao Hui on the stage with extreme conflicted feelings, feeling my penis hard and throbbing, but I didn't know what to do.

Xiao Hui stood on the stage, her beautiful face flushed, as if wearing that revealing bikini dress, standing in front of countless classmates and teachers, she felt extremely embarrassed. But as the music quickened and the hand drum became more intense, she had to concentrate on dancing her curvaceous, snow-white body.

To the accompaniment of passionate Persian music, Xiao Hui, her face flushed, began to sway and dance, her entire body moving like leaping waves, flowing water, or burning flames, shimmering across every inch of her fair skin. Her slender waist, like a twisting candy, writhed like a snake, her snow-white arms like angel wings, her beautiful head held high like a startled swan, shimmering with tassels. Her hips, draped in thin gauze, moved like a peacock in flight, causing her snow-white breasts to sway sensually. Her smooth, pink buttocks swayed alluringly, as if teasing, as if showing off, yet also containing a hint of girlish shyness, captivating all who watched, making them reluctant to look away even for a moment.

Her ten slender, fair fingers seemed to pluck flowers, while her lotus-root arms, slightly bent, danced above her head like a sprite. Her delicate wrists twisted gracefully and nimbly, her arms flowing like rolling waves from above her head to the sides, then wrapping around her waist, gently caressing her body. At times, she tossed her hair, letting it scatter in the air, exuding extraordinary allure.

To the rhythm of the music, Xiao Hui's supple, boneless white waist swayed like a bewitching serpent, moving her rounded hips and the flowing tassels of her dress. Sometimes she drew alluring circles, sometimes gracefully tracing an "8," and sometimes she moved like a snake, undulating gracefully from bottom to top, a dazzling and intricate dance.

With Xiaohui's swaying arms and shoulders, her heavy, trembling breasts, like two water-filled balloons of milk, bounced wildly beneath her silver bra. As her waist swayed wildly, her breasts sometimes circled, sometimes slid, and sometimes thrust in a serpentine motion, revealing her tender, smooth breasts—as tender as tofu, as smooth as jade, and flawlessly round and as large as a bewildering white—against her slender sternum, accompanied by the fluttering, shimmering silver tassels, swaying and undulating, creating waves of white, voluptuous breasts that made one's blood boil and one's mind go haywire. With the increasingly rapid

rhythm of the hand drum, Xiaohui's swaying became larger and more exaggerated, her flamboyant and unrestrained breast-swinging and hip-twisting movements becoming increasingly sexy and alluring, increasingly erotic and provocative. Watching Xiaohui's fiery dance moves, I felt both excited and surprised. Even though it was belly dancing, Xiaohui danced in the most unrestrained and wild Turkish style, almost on par with striptease. And in my ears, I could hear Dico's low growls as he masturbated, "Mmm!...fcuk...willa...yes!...shaking your big breasts...mmm...so good...mmm...you dance so wantonly...mmm..."

Hearing Dico's growls, I felt both angry and regretful. I shouldn't have agreed to let Xiaohui perform on stage. Now, her alluring appearance had been seen by all the international students and professors in the audience. What a huge loss!

However, I couldn't suppress my excitement. Moreover, this dance was Xiaohui's own choice, and I had agreed. Now, I couldn't stop her at all. I could only watch Xiaohui's hot dance moves in the audience, my penis throbbing with hardness.

Xiao Hui's slender, snow-white body stood at 1.72 meters tall and weighed approximately 55 kilograms. While not exactly a skinny beauty, her figure was perfectly proportioned and without any excess fat. Her delicate frame made her body feel soft and supple to the touch, making her perfectly suited for belly dancing—a style where her entire body swayed and trembled, showcasing every inch of her fair skin and tender flesh.

Watching her body move like a flowing snake, while her hips and waist trembled slightly and rapidly, like a hummingbird or a motor shaking her smooth, snow-white flesh from side to side and up and down, her stunning dance moves left me in disbelief—didn't Xiao Hui usually practice ballet? When did she become so professional at belly dancing?

Is this what they call "Simmy" movements? When did Xiao Hui start practicing? Is this how all dances are interconnected?

To the strains of vibrant Middle Eastern music, Xiao Hui's smooth, snow-white feet powerfully pushed off the ground, her tantalizingly visible legs moving in a graceful, interlaced dance, her body twisting and turning in rhythm with the music. She swayed her wasp waist, swung her ample breasts and rounded hips, and slowly turned. Her body, adorned with countless tassels and sequins, and the flowing white veil, resembled a constantly dancing white flame, shimmering, twisting, and sparkling under the lights, until she turned her back completely to the audience, revealing her smooth, white back and round, pert buttocks.

Beneath the barely-there veil, her silver bikini bottoms were deeply etched into her buttocks, like a thin "Y"-shaped silver thread, offering almost no concealment but instead exposing her tender white buttocks, making her appear even more erotic and alluring.

Xiao Hui's long, slender legs crossed and bent, sometimes stepping and sometimes sliding, causing her shoulders, hips, waist, and buttocks to sway in a snake-like motion. Beneath the thin gauze and silver tassels, her fair, eye-catching, plump, and rounded buttocks swayed alluringly. Her smooth, plump buttocks trembled slightly, rubbed gently, spiraled in circles, and then pressed and twisted forcefully, as if she were swaying and squeezing passionately in the midst of pleasure.

Her snow-white, shapely buttocks moved with exceptional skill and allure. Rapid hip jiggling, serpentine hip swings from side to side, hunched hip swaying from the outside in, interlacing small and large rings around her hips, twisting and swaying her hips in a gliding dance, and the rapid, incredibly sexy lifting and lowering of her buttocks—it was as if Xiao Hui's fair, slender waist was soft and boneless, able to twist and dance her captivating snow-white buttocks with all sorts of stunningly beautiful postures. Her tender, snow-white, soft buttocks swayed dazzlingly amidst the silver tassels, making one's heart pound uncontrollably, and inspiring unrestrained fantasies. What an insatiable, soul-stirring pleasure it would be to have such a beauty riding on one's back, her pink buttocks rubbing and manipulating one's penis in such a magnificent way!

Dico, sitting next to me, seemed to be masturbating more and more intensely. With the creaking of the chair, he muttered lewdly, "Mmm!...Yes! Willa...Fuck you so good...Mmm!...Twist your big ass...Mmm!...So comfortable...Mmm!...Press my cock harder...Mmm!...Fuck!...Mmm!...Willia, your big ass is so white and tender...Mmm!..."

Damn it! Seeing my girlfriend's energetic dance moves being used as a tonic for this fat idiot's masturbation made me incredibly angry, yet I also felt sorry for her performance. But I had to admit, her wanton dance moves were incredibly alluring, her hot, bouncy buttocks were so tempting, and listening to Dico's filthy words, I felt a surge of uncontrollable excitement, both bitter and hot.

Dazzling light scattered everywhere, and passionate music leaped and danced. Xiao Hui, dressed in a silver bikini-like dance dress, twirled the white gauze, countless shimmering tassels fluttering, her half-naked, snow-white, alluring, and curvaceous body like a silver flame, a swirling butterfly, or a wildly dancing serpent. On the stage, she twisted, trembled, spun, and kicked with ever-changing movements, sometimes elegant, sometimes sexy, sometimes mysterious, sometimes charming. Her beautiful eyes, like autumn water, shone with a captivating brilliance, and her tender white skin was glistening with a thin layer of sweat. Her smooth, bare feet moved with a fox-like gait, accompanied by the swaying of her full, snow-white breasts and round, shapely buttocks, creating waves of flesh and hips. Her exquisite body danced rapidly, displaying graceful and intricate movements that left the audience breathless, feeling only thirsty and their blood surging.

Xiao Hui danced energetically for a good ten minutes, but the beautiful scene seemed fleeting. When the music abruptly stopped, she placed her hand on her slender waist, took a half-step with her right foot, her fair toes touching the ground, and twisted her pink hips forward. As the lights dimmed again, she struck her final pose. It seemed everyone was still immersed in the performance; for half a minute, the surroundings remained completely silent until the lights came back on, the host clapped and walked onto the stage, and then whistles and applause erupted.

I stared blankly at what was happening, still unable to believe that my usually shy and demure girlfriend was wearing a bikini-like dance dress, almost naked, performing an extremely hot and alluring belly dance. Perhaps bikinis are commonplace on U.S. beaches, but at this New Year's celebration, in front of countless Chinese students, professors, and their conservative parents, such attire and dance moves were truly shocking.

Although Xiao Hui said that some people were absent, and that's why she was filling in for them. But I'd heard the student council was desperate to make this party a huge success to gain the school's support. Was they going to force Xiaohui to sacrifice her looks for that? Or was Xiaohui just being naive and oversimplifying things, agreeing to the dance under pressure? Regardless, after this hot dance, how many boys in the audience would become even more obsessed with Xiaohui's beauty, becoming her fanatical followers? How many girls would be jealous of everything about her, spreading malicious rumors behind her back? And how many more clueless people would watch this sizzling performance and think Xiaohui was just a paid prostitute?

I was worried and troubled, but thinking back to Xiaohui's dance moves, I couldn't suppress my excitement; my lower body was throbbing. I looked to the side and saw Dico leaning back in his chair, panting heavily, his short, chubby hands holding a napkin, wiping away a white, cloudy liquid.

Damn! This disgusting, lewd, fat bastard actually ejaculated while watching Xiaohui's hot dance in the dark!

Although I felt a surge of disdain for him, I had to admit that Xiaohui's sexy and alluring dance moves were incredibly provocative. If I didn't release my pent-up desire, it would truly be unbearable!

Taking advantage of the slight commotion in the crowd, as the host announced the next act, I secretly slipped out of the hall and circled around the corridor to the backstage area, my lust raging as I searched for Xiaohui…

************ The backstage area was small and basically cluttered with miscellaneous items, hardly resembling a dressing room. Therefore, I guessed the performers were simply using a small conference room within the building to change. Since the performances were almost over, and there weren't many performers who actually needed to change, the spacious, dark corridor was practically deserted.

I looked around the empty corridor and stood outside a room. The window on the door was covered from the inside with paper, and a note was stuck to the door, written in both Chinese and English: "Ladies' Dressing Room, Men Keep Out."

I gently knocked on the door, and immediately a girl's silvery voice rang out from inside. The voice was strangely familiar, and she asked sweetly, "Who is it?"

"Oh, it's me, Kefan… Xiaohui, are you alone?"

I whispered to the door.

After a moment, the door was gently pulled open, and Xiaohui, wearing a silver bikini dress and a white towel draped over her shoulders, appeared in the crack. She looked at me with slightly surprised eyes and asked sweetly, "Kefan? What brings you here?"

"Hey, I came to congratulate you on your successful performance… You danced so beautifully… Everyone loved it…"

I smiled, looking at her still flushed cheeks from exercise. Although this wasn't my real purpose, it was still what I truly felt.

"Hehe, thank you, Kefan…"

Xiaohui's face was full of joy as she happily said, "When Benny Lin brought out such a revealing dress, I was really startled… I was worried you'd be jealous and unhappy…"

Damn it! So it was the bikini dress Benny Lin had prepared for Xiao Hui! That gay bastard, what was he thinking! And Xiao Hui, she knew perfectly well that the dress was revealing, yet she still came out to dance half-naked!

I wonder if she's just too indecisive, too naive? Or is it just that women inherently have a desire to expose themselves and show off?

Although I was inwardly cursing, Xiao Hui had already performed her belly dance, and other men had already had their fill of eyeballs, so getting angry now wouldn't do any good. I could only force a smile and tease her, "Hehe, I'm really jealous... Such a great belly dance, why have you never performed for me before?..." "

I'm sorry... but... I wanted to practice until I was more skilled before performing for you... but I couldn't do it for this party... that's why I performed..."

Xiao Hui tugged at my arm coquettishly, apologizing sweetly.

"Hehe, are you the only one in there?"

Recalling Xiaohui's hot dance earlier, and seeing her half-naked figure leaning shyly against me, I asked eagerly.

"Yes... am I the only one left? What's wrong, Kefan..."

Xiaohui looked at me with bright eyes, asking with some confusion.

I chuckled smugly, then gently embraced Xiaohui and carried her into the room, casually locking the door behind me. Holding her delicate body, I whispered in her ear, "Baby... there's no one here... let me be intimate with you... make it up to me..."

"Ah!... you're so annoying... Kefan... this is the conference room of V University... don't be so hasty..."

Xiaohui nestled in my arms, her soft hands pushing against my chest, moaning softly.

Recalling Xiaohui's alluring dance in front of countless international students, half-naked, and looking at her in my arms still wearing that gorgeous, sparkling bikini dress, exposing large expanses of her fair and smooth skin, how could I resist? I suddenly kissed her lips, one hand gripping her slender waist, the other grabbing her round buttocks, panting softly, "Mmm... Xiaohui... don't refuse... mmm... there's really no one here... your dance just now, I really couldn't take it..."

She nestled softly in my arms, playfully pushing me away, her shy moans like a nightingale, "Ugh... but... you're such a pervert... ah... you take advantage of me whenever you get the chance... ah!... you haven't learned your lesson from this morning at all... ah!... what are you thinking... ah... ugh... don't touch there... ugh..."

Damn! Ignoring her struggles and threats, I grabbed her ample breasts with one hand and inserted my other finger into her wet, slick vulva. I cursed inwardly, "Xiao Hui is truly wanton by nature! How can her tender vulva be so wet? Was it because she was half-naked, dancing wildly under the gaze of countless men, that she was so aroused and her vagina was so wet?

Damn it!" The thought of Xiao Hui being leered at by other men, her vulva becoming so slippery, filled me with both anger and excitement. I looked around the somewhat empty room, which contained only a large long table and a dozen or so chairs. I thought to myself, "No matter what, Xiao Hui is at least mine. Those men can only see her but not have her!"

Although Xiaohui was still struggling, her face flushed even more. I knew I couldn't miss this opportunity, so I ripped off the towel covering her, picked up her delicate body, kicked aside the chair in the way, and placed her on the long table. Watching her gaze at me with seductive eyes, her bare feet and long, snow-white legs spread in an "M" shape as she sat on the table, I felt my penis hard as a pillar.

I had already pulled out my rock-hard penis, ready to enjoy the radiant beauty before me, when suddenly I heard a girl's voice outside the door, "Huh?...Why is the door locked...Luckily I have a key..."

Immediately afterward, there was the sound of someone rummaging for keys!

Damn it! What bad timing! Who ruined my good time now! Everyone should be in the lobby at this hour, who would be here?

As if caught cheating, I immediately shoved my penis back into my pants, glanced nervously at the door, and waited awkwardly for the person to enter, racking my brains for an excuse to cover up my tryst with Xiaohui.

Xiaohui, though also flustered, reacted much faster. Her pretty face flushed, she quickly grabbed a towel from the floor and wrapped it around her body. At the same time, she grabbed my arm and pulled me towards a small door in the corner, resembling a storage room. Pouting her red lips, her beautiful eyes gave me a look that was both resentful and coquettish, and she murmured softly, "You big pervert!... This is the women's changing room... I'll settle the score with you when we get home!... Hurry up, this leads to another room, hurry up and leave..."

Damn it! I'd really "lost my bait instead of gaining any satisfaction." Not only did I not get Xiaohui any pleasure, but she might also be angry with me again. I complained inwardly, but still hurriedly ran towards the door.

The classrooms and meeting rooms at the University of U are often designed this way, perhaps for convenience and cost-effectiveness—a small storage room is shared between adjacent rooms.

I rushed into the storage room as fast as I could. In my panic, it all seemed to drag on, but in reality, it probably only took a few seconds. After Xiaohui closed the door behind me, a girl's voice came from inside, "Sister Huizhen?...Are you in there?...I thought no one was there..."

"Oh...it's Yingying. I was just a little tired...I just took a nap..."

Xiaohui's voice held a hint of awkwardness.

It was Xiaohui's roommate, Yingying. What bad luck! Luckily, it was just a close call, and she didn't see me. Otherwise, Xiaohui would have been furious. I took out my phone and scanned the piles of clutter around me in the dim light, preparing to leave through another door. But when I looked up, I was shocked to find that the other door was completely blocked by a cabinet as tall as a person! If I moved, Yingying would definitely notice, which would not only be more embarrassing but also make Xiaohui even angrier. I had no choice but to stand in the dark and quietly wait for Yingying to leave.

"Hehe... Sister Huizhen... you danced so well just now... so beautiful and sexy... so enviable... no wonder everyone says you're the most beautiful girl among the international students..."

Yingying's playful voice came from inside the room.

"Really!... Yingying... you're still laughing... it was you and Benny who insisted I dance... this dance dress is so small... I'm almost dying of embarrassment..."

Xiaohui said coquettishly.

"Hehe... what are you afraid of... Sister Huizhen... those stinky men can only drool over it but can't have it... hehe..."

Yingying said teasingly.

Yingying's voice was playful and lively. I didn't expect that she, who was usually so childish and shy, would have this side to her in front of Xiaohui. No wonder they say women are born to act, I thought to myself. Standing in the dark room was incredibly boring, so I noticed the small window on the door—it was covered with paper, but perhaps because it was a storage room, the person in charge of pasting the paper hadn't done it carefully, leaving a thin slit.

Curious, I peered into the room, and the sight before me made my eyes widen instantly. My previously softened penis immediately became erect again—Xiao Hui was leaning against the long table, draped in a white bath towel, while Yingying was changing clothes beside her! Her red cheongsam was tossed aside, and she was facing away from me, completely stripped down to a pair of white cotton panties and black pointed-toe lace-up high heels!

Although Yingying was petite, only about 1.6 meters tall, she had a very well-proportioned figure and fair skin. Her neat, straight black hair cascaded down her back, making her smooth, pink back even more alluring. Her waist wasn't particularly slender, but it was free of excess fat, and her two smooth buttocks, like those of a young girl just beginning to develop, were petite, perky, and quite pleasing to the eye.

Her bare legs weren't exactly long, but they were well-proportioned and had a rosy plumpness, giving them a unique charm. Furthermore, from the side, her small, rabbit-like breasts, somewhere between a C and D cup, were already quite impressive, making her petite yet curvy figure appear even more alluring, which made me feel restless.

Hey, Yingying's petite figure is really quite nice... paired with her youthful face, it would be like to enjoy her in bed, wouldn't that be like bullying a precocious middle school girl? Damn it

! She's Xiaohui's roommate, and now they're even called sisters, how could I have such lewd thoughts!

Although I scolded myself like this in my mind, I still couldn't help but stand at the door, my mouth dry, my penis hard, staring intently at every move inside.

"Okay... don't talk nonsense... if Kefan hears this, he'll be jealous..."

Xiaohui said shyly.

"Hehe... Sister Huizhen, you have such a great figure... of course I have to show it off... look at your big breasts... you look so sexy when you dance... I'm so envious... no wonder Kefan loves you so much... hehe... I wish my breasts were bigger..."

Yingying cupped her breasts in her hands and looked down at them.

"Ugh... I'm not going to talk about this anymore... did you come to me just to chat?... How did the party go?"

Xiaohui changed the subject with a blush.

"Well, it went very well... it's almost over... everyone praised your dancing as super beautiful... I also came to ask you to take your bow..."

"Oh... I'm so sorry... I'm a little tired... I think I'll skip it..."

Xiaohui said lightly.

"Okay... Sister Huizhen, you did such a successful impromptu performance today, you're a real 'hero'! I'll head over now... tell those stinky men you won't be showing up... hehe... see you at home later..."

Yingying quickly changed into a pink tank top and a black casual pleated skirt, tidied her cheongsam, grabbed her handbag, and left the room. I was about to open the door to tell Xiaohui about the blocked door when I heard a U.S. man's aged and somewhat deep voice coming from the conference room doorway, "Hi... young lady... is Willa in?"

"Hi, yes, she's inside..."

Yingying spoke in perfectly standard English.

Damn it! Who's looking for Xiaohui now? I was filled with doubt, but I could only stay in the storage room.

"Hi... Willa... long time no see... tsk tsk... your event was really lively... your dance was fantastic... superb!..."

The man's voice was full of praise, but there was an air of authority in it.

Was he a professor? It seems Xiaohui's electrifying hip dance truly possesses extraordinary magic. I wonder which lecherous old professor, under the guise of "congratulations," wanted to admire Xiaohui's alluring body in her bikini dance dress up close again. I thought to myself, standing idly in the dark storage room, listening to the conversation outside.

"It's...it's you...um...long time no see...thank you for the compliment..."

Xiao Hui spoke in a sweet voice, a hint of embarrassment and awe in her tone.

"How are you? Is it convenient to talk?"

the man said in a deep voice, followed by the sound of the door closing, as if he had entered the room.

"Hmm... I don't think anyone else will come..."

Xiao Hui murmured sweetly, seemingly assuming I had already left.

"Hey, what's wrong? Haven't replied to my texts in a long time? Busy? Hey, have you been practicing dancing all the time?"

The man's calm voice carried a hint of dissatisfaction.

"Um... I've been a bit busy... lately... I'm graduating soon..."

Xiao Hui explained softly.

Listening to the conversation between Xiao Hui and the man, which seemed familiar yet somehow connected, I felt a little strange. Was he a professor in Xiao Hui's department? Why were they communicating via text message?

"How have you been lately? Your pretty face seems thinner than when we used to meet often. You seemed happier then,"

the man said, seemingly concerned.

"Hmm... I've been doing alright lately... That was all a long time ago, it doesn't matter anymore... You know, I've been very busy lately... I'm always so busy..."

Xiaohui murmured softly.

"Hehe, of course I know, I know everything about you, like your hot dance today, I came specifically to watch," the man laughed heartily, then continued, "Your life seems quite 'fulfilling' lately, huh? What, it seems you really like this Kevin? Even more than David? He dumped you, and you're coming back to him?"

Damn! What's going on! How does this man know so much about Xiaohui? And why is he asking about her private affairs?!

I can't tell if it's intuition or obsession, but a huge unease gradually welled up inside me, as if a huge lead weight was pressing on my chest. I felt my hands sweating, my heart pounding, and my mind filled with panic—Damn!

Could it be! This man with the aged voice is that old flame?!

"I love Kevin, I'll be with him. You've known me since I came to the U.S., you know me, please don't interfere in our affairs..."

Xiao Hui said sincerely and urgently.

"Hmm...you know, I've never liked to meddle too much...but you need to understand the situation yourself..."

The old man's voice seemed to carry a fleeting threat, then he said gently, "Today is your special day, so I won't say much. I just came to see you and give you a small gift to congratulate you on your successful performance, hey, marvelous!...Your performance was absolutely the best Turkish belly dance!"

"This...this gift is too precious, I, I really can't accept it..."

Xiao Hui said, flattered.

"Take it, take it, don't say anything more, I promise there are absolutely no conditions attached..."

the man said seemingly sincerely.

David seemed to be Shang Zhiyong's English name, and this man was the first one to know Xiao Hui. The more I listened to their conversation, the more certain I became that this man was that "old flame"! For the past six months, I've spent countless hours and painstakingly searching for him, yet this person, who always seemed like a mere shadow of a shadow, has suddenly appeared right beside me, just a wall away!

Who is he? Could he be someone I've met before? Could he be a professor from V University?

I couldn't help but reach out and grab the doorknob, wanting to rush out and see for myself, to stop being kept in the dark!

But then, remembering Cheng Jie's death, remembering his recording, I hesitated. Was he really such a terrifying person? Would confronting him and Xiao Hui directly put us in danger?

After much deliberation, I decided to proceed cautiously, carefully approaching the door and peering through the crack in the window.

Good heavens! This moment arrived unexpectedly; my old flame's identity was finally about to be revealed!

I held my breath, focusing intently on the door, peering out—two people stood sideways to the door of the storage room. A tall, thin, American man, about 1.8 meters tall, with gray hair, wore a white shirt with the collar open and a high-end black-gray suit, standing opposite Xiaohui.

Damn! But I couldn't make out the man's features!

He was wearing a baseball cap, large sunglasses, and a thick beard!

At that moment, Xiaohui, looking delighted, took something from the man's hand, placed it aside, and said softly, "So...so you're leaving? Didn't you say it's best we don't meet at the university, it'll be inconvenient if others see us..."

"Hey, of course I know, otherwise why would I have gotten this damn beard? It's so hot and itchy..."

the man complained, then glanced at his watch and continued, "I have to go to a banquet in downtown V city later, I should go..."

But as he spoke, he showed no intention of leaving. Suddenly, he moved his hands to his waist and in the blink of an eye, he unzipped his trousers. His dress pants and undershirt slipped down instantly, revealing his hairy, slightly withered legs and, in the middle, his soft, long, white penis. At the same time, he ripped off the towel covering Xiao Hui's body and said with unusual calmness... "Hey...looks like the banquet will have to be postponed...your belly dance on stage was so captivating...your sexy look in that little bikini dress is even more alluring than being naked...

my old cock can't take it anymore...give me a full service...hey...

nothing is more invigorating than your tender pussy..."

Xiao Hui, wearing a silver bikini dress covered in embroidery, sequins, and tassels, stood half-naked in front of the man, her fair and delicate body exposed. Her cheeks were slightly flushed, and a hint of embarrassment flashed across her face, but then she blushed again and complained, "You're so annoying...you came to me just to take advantage of me..."

"Hehe, alright, little vixen...I know you missed me too, don't be shy...I'm in a hurry..."

the old man said, while his hand began to knead Xiao Hui's breasts.

"Ugh... What, you want me dressed up like this to 'do' for you... or do you want me to take my clothes off first..."

Xiaohui scolded playfully, but without hesitation, she boldly grabbed the man's limp penis with her delicate hand and began to gently stroke it.

Damn!

I felt a "boom" in my head, and my blood boiled! I was both shocked and furious, unable to believe what had happened outside the door! Xiaohui acted like an innocent girl when I tried to seduce her, resisting in every way, but with that old flame, she didn't utter a single "no," and proactively grabbed that man's penis!

Is this Xiaohui's love?! Didn't she say she loved me and wanted to be with me?! Can love and lust really be separated?!

My hand gripped the doorknob, wanting to burst through the door and confront Xiaohui. But if I went out now, what could I say besides cursing? What could I do? What harm could I really do to that old flame?! Using violence would only bring more harm to myself and Xiaohui! If I caught Xiaohui cheating on me with her old flame, everything between Xiaohui and me would be over. And what would happen to Xiaohui? Would she leave me in shame and anger? Would she give up on herself and throw herself into the arms of another man?

What should I do! The chance to expose my old flame is right in front of me, but I have absolutely no foolproof plan!

My hand slipped from the doorknob, feeling utterly lost. Looking at my beautiful, young girlfriend outside, holding the penis of an old white American man and asking him how he wanted to play with her, I felt a strange excitement. Even more unbelievably, this inexplicable excitement seemed to slowly overwhelm my anger.

Damn it! Have I been assimilated by this Western, promiscuous sexual attitude? Has Xiaohui, has my relationship with Xiaohui changed me? Have I started to enjoy watching Xiaohui being abused? I didn't know what to do. I moved closer to the slit, my hand reaching into my pants, grabbing my once again engorged penis.

"Hey...of course I'll wear your sexy dance dress...Willia...that's exactly the look of a seductive belly dancer..."

The man laughed smugly, kicking off his pants and shoes. He reached between Xiaohui's snow-white legs, parted the silk strips of fabric covering her thighs, and inserted his fingers into her wet, tender vulva, slowly probing and digging. "Hey...your pussy is so wet...it's like a torrential downpour...hehe...did your Kevin 'visit' you just now?"

"Tch...Kevin is my boyfriend, so what if he visited me?...hehe...don't you like it wet inside?"

Xiaohui teased, her soft, white hands gently stroking the old white man's limp penis, which wasn't fully erect yet but was already seventeen or eighteen centimeters long.

"Hey...Kevin's your boyfriend, I'm so jealous...hey...but...what am I to you then? Little vixen?"

The man's expression was unclear, only his smug question was heard. At the same time, he inserted two thick fingers into Xiaohui's glistening vulva, the in-and-out motion drawing out streams of fluid.

"Ah...you, you're my good daddy, good husband, good master...ah!...your thing is so big...ah!...good husband...do you want me to eat your treasure...?"

Xiaohui moaned seductively, her half-naked, snow-white body leaning softly against the long table, her hands grasping and kneading the man's still somewhat soft, but already as large as corn, twenty-five centimeters long, white, thick penis.

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