[Urban] A Born Romantic and Lucky Man (Complete) - 25

Chapter 130 Hero Saves the Beauty

It was clearly impossible to escape now. Even if I covered my face with the vase's underwear or stockings, it wouldn't work; the vase would still recognize me. But I couldn't just give up like this. I opened the bathroom door, trying to crawl under the vase's bed. With the sheets as cover, I could at least escape temporarily. As for whether I could sneak out while the vase was asleep, and what my sister would do to me tomorrow morning if I couldn't, I didn't care now. Preserving my reputation was the priority. Just

as I was about to crawl under the bed, the vase's footsteps reached the door, and then I heard the door being pushed open. Damn it, no chance again. I immediately pulled back, closed the bathroom door, and turned off the light. Otherwise, if the vase saw the bathroom light was on and came in to check, I'd be finished. I didn't dare close the door completely; I had to leave a crack to observe the situation. Besides, opening the door again when I tried to escape might make noise and wake the vase. I silently prayed, "Vase, oh Vase, you'd better go to bed as soon as you enter the room and never go to the bathroom again." Vase had already showered, so she probably didn't need to wash her face again; I was just worried she might have drunk too much water and needed to pee.

Vase seemed a little unhappy; she slammed the door shut as soon as she entered and then sat on the bed sulking. I hid in the bathroom, not daring to make a sound, and didn't care what Vase was angry about; I just hoped she would fall asleep soon.

Unexpectedly, someone was following Vase. A moment later, I heard footsteps in the hallway outside, followed by a knock on the door: "Yang Lin, it's me, open the door."

Damn it, it was Officer Zhang! If this couple spent the whole night in bed together, would I ever escape? The thought of them having a good time while I was stuck in the bathroom smelling Vase's underwear filled me with resentment. I never imagined that someone as innocent-looking as Hua Ping would have such a modern and open-minded world inside. She's only been interning at the hospital for a short time, yet she dares to bring her boyfriend to her room to spend the night—isn't she afraid of what the other nurses and doctors will say?

Hua Ping didn't open the door, saying, "Zhang Jie, what are you doing here today? I have to work tomorrow, I need to rest, you should go home."

Her tone sounded rather unpleasant; had they had a fight? Whatever, I don't want to take advantage of a situation, why should I bother?

Zhang Jie, however, wouldn't give up. He kept knocking on the door, begging Hua Ping to open it, and even called her cell phone. Hua Ping, annoyed, angrily got out of bed and opened the door, shouting, "Zhang Jie, why are you shouting so loudly? Don't you know this is a hospital?"

Zhang Jie replied, "I asked, no one else lives on the sixth floor, it won't disturb anyone."

Damn it, am I not a person? "What else did you ask? Are you going to make a scene so everyone knows you came to see me?" Hua Ping said.

Zhang Jie replied, "What's there to be embarrassed about? I'm your boyfriend, it's normal for me to come see my girlfriend."

Hua Ping coldly said, "Zhang Jie, don't flatter yourself. Who said I'm your boyfriend? Don't talk nonsense in front of others in the future, or don't blame me for not giving you face."

Damn, so it turns out Officer Zhang was just deluding himself with unrequited love. I hid in the bathroom and continued to eavesdrop on their conversation. Officer Zhang's skin was really thick; he could say some of the cheesy things that I couldn't even bring myself to say. Yesterday, he came to pick up Hua Ping simply because he was at the Municipal Bureau on some business, and Hua Ping's mother asked him to pick her up on the way home. He took this opportunity to be overly attentive, even claiming that Hua Ping's mother was creating opportunities for them to get to know each other. Hua Ping's parents and Zhang Jie's parents are both officials, and both have Vice Mayor Zhang as their backer, so maybe they really did have such considerations. But Hua Ping wasn't buying it. Although she had been studying in Shanghai for the past few years, she still knew about her family's affairs, and even had heard rumors about Zhang Jie's womanizing.

The vase, annoyed by Zhang Jie's persistent pestering, said, "Zhang Jie, you don't need to say anymore. It's absolutely impossible for me to be your girlfriend. Just give up on that idea. It's late, I'm going to sleep, please leave."

Even after all that, Zhang Jie persisted, saying, "Yang Lin, I truly only love you. All those other women were just people my friends forced me to meet. Now that I have you, I'll never look at them again."

The vase said, "I'm afraid you've said that to all the girls before."

Zhang Jie said, "You're different from them. Compared to you..." "They're just ordinary women, while you're like my queen. I'd do anything for you if you agreed."

The vase glanced at him and said, "Really? Really willing to do anything for me?"

Seeing that things seemed to be turning around, Zhang Jie suddenly knelt down in front of the vase and said, "Really, just say the word, and I'd do anything for you, even a little dog at your feet."

Are you kidding me? Does this guy have masochistic tendencies? You don't need to be so servile when pursuing a woman. Do you want a girlfriend or a BDSM queen? Not content with just talking, Zhang Jie actually lowered his head to kiss Huagui's jade-like toes. Startled by the sudden action, Huagui pulled back, dodging Zhang Jie's groping attack, and said, "You, you can't do this, get up."

Zhang Jie said, "If you don't agree, I won't get up."

A look of disgust flashed across Huagui's face , and she said, "I'm looking for a boyfriend, not a dog. Get out of here right now, I never want to see you again."

At this point, Zhang Jie had no way out. He stood up, grinning maliciously, "Yang Lin, I'm not leaving today."

Damn, this change of face is too fast! From human to dog, and then back to human, it only took a few hours for him to complete the two transformations of "regression" and "evolution." I can't figure out if this guy really has masochistic tendencies or is just playing the victim.

The vase was clearly stunned, but it also made it even more disgusted with Zhang Jie. It said, "What do you want to do?"

Zhang Jie said, "Tell me, what can a man and a woman do?"

As he spoke, he pushed the vase down onto the bed. The vase struggled desperately, but Zhang Jie was a man after all, and a policeman at that. She was quickly pinned down on the bed and unable to move. The vase cried out for help, and Zhang Jie laughed, "Go ahead and scream. You forgot the soundproofing here is excellent, and besides, there's no one else upstairs. Even if you scream your lungs out, no one will come to save you."

The vase said resentfully, "Zhang Jie, if you dare touch me today, I will definitely not let you off."

Zhang Jie said, "It's alright. To die under a peony is to die romantically, and besides, your mother really likes me as her son-in-law."

The vase said, "Didn't you say you were willing to do anything for me and be my dog? Why are you treating me like this now?"

Zhang Jie said, "I really am willing to be your little dog, but who told you to refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit? Now it's your turn to be my slave."

This guy has sadistic tendencies; he was a masochist just now, and now he's become a sadist.

Zhang Jie lowered his head and sniffed the vase, saying, "Smells so good. Are you still a virgin? Remember this night, I'll make you a woman."

The vase struggled, filled with shame and anger. Zhang Jie took out handcuffs from his waist and shouted, "Scream again, or I'll handcuff you."

The vase was so frightened that she didn't dare to move. Zhang Jie smugly unbuckled his belt and tied the vase's hands together. He then used a silk scarf from the bedside to tie her legs as well. Seeing that the vase couldn't struggle to escape, he got out of bed and began to undress, laughing as he said, "That's a good girl. Don't worry, I'll be very gentle and won't hurt you."

He undressed as he spoke, quickly stripping her down to only her underwear. The vase, both ashamed and angry, cried out, "No, don't take any more off!"

Zhang Jie laughed, "My little beauty is shy. I won't take any more off. Now it's my turn to undress my beauty."

The guy was clearly blinded by lust; he didn't even notice that Hua Ping subtly pulled her legs together. When he got back onto the bed, Hua Ping kicked him hard. Zhang Jie screamed, clutching his groin and rolling on the floor, groaning, "You bitch, how dare you ambush me! I'll teach you a lesson!"

He said that, but couldn't get up for a while. Hua Ping's attack, fueled by shame and anger, had hit a man's manhood—it was certainly enough to hurt Zhang Jie. He was actually thankful that Hua Ping had kicked off her high-heeled slippers during her struggle; if she had been hit by those things, he'd be a father-in-law.

I witnessed the whole thing, but didn't dare to act rashly. I was injured, and Zhang Jie was a policeman; I clearly couldn't beat him. I might not be able to save him, and I'd be the one who got hurt first. Even a hero has to choose the right time to save a damsel in distress.

But now that I saw Zhang Jie rolling and struggling on the floor, what better time to intervene? I rushed out of the bathroom, grabbed the handcuffs, and forcefully cuffed Zhang Jie's hands behind his back. Seeing that Zhang Jie was still unable to resist, I unbuckled the belt on Hua Ping and tied Zhang Jie's feet as well.

Hua Ping, now free, vented her anger on Zhang Jie, beating him mercilessly with her high heels. Zhang Jie couldn't move and could only beg for mercy. Seeing that if this continued, Zhang Jie might end up in the operating room on the first floor, I quickly grabbed Hua Ping, saving his life. After venting her anger, Hua Ping realized how I was there. I stammered, unable to answer; it wouldn't be good to say that I, the hero who saved the damsel in distress, was actually a lecherous thief stealing women's underwear. When I rushed out, I had even brought Hua Ping's underwear and stockings with me, which were now scattered on the floor. Seeing my state, Hua Ping naturally understood what had happened, blushed, glanced at me, and turned her head away. (Commercial break: Still using your hands? How can that be satisfying?) Forum reputation guaranteed! A healthy anti-premature ejaculation masturbation exerciser with a realistic oral sex experience is highly recommended! Maintain the feeling of ejaculation for 30 minutes, experience unbearable pleasure! Fully automated masturbation with 12 different sexual positions and vibration frequencies. Click to enter.

Zhang Jie, having caught his breath, said, "Yang Lin, I thought you were so pure and innocent, but you're just a slut, hiding another man in your room. No wonder you were so eager to get rid of me."

Hearing this, Hua Ping kicked him a few more times, causing several bruises on his head. This time, Hua Ping deliberately wore high heels to kick him; it seems that when women get angry, they are more terrifying than men. Zhang Jie took a long time to catch his breath. He glared at me hatefully and said, "Kid, I'll remember you."

I said, "I'm so scared, Officer Zhang. You should think about how you're going to get through today."

I asked Hua Ping, "Do you have a camera? I want to take a commemorative photo of the officer."

Hua Ping took out her phone and said, "My phone has a camera; it can take pictures."

She then took over a dozen photos of Zhang Jie. With this as evidence, she wasn't afraid Zhang Jie wouldn't behave.

Hua Ping wanted to call the hospital security, which terrified Zhang Jie, who kept begging for mercy. If this got out, not only would he lose his job as a policeman, but his father, the town mayor, would also lose face. The election was coming up soon, and this kind of thing was like handing ammunition to his political enemies. Damn, now he's scared? Why didn't he think of this when he was so consumed by lust?

Hua Ping's parents and Zhang Jie's parents had always had a good relationship, and since they were both on the same side as Mayor Zhang, Hua Ping couldn't do anything to Zhang Jie. After threatening Zhang Jie with photos to stop bothering her, she agreed to let Zhang Jie go. But Hua Ping didn't dare unlock Zhang Jie's handcuffs, fearing retaliation if she released him. The two of us might not be able to beat him right now. She glanced at me and said, "You, what do you suggest we do?"

Unexpectedly, she saw me as her savior, and I felt a little smug. I bundled Zhang Jie's clothes and pants into a ball, secured it with his belt, opened the window, and threw it out. I said to Zhang Jie, "Officer Zhang, please go down and get your clothes yourself. Be careful going downstairs, don't let anyone see you. You're dressed so scantily, it's very indecent."

I opened the door and said, "Please, and hurry up. Don't blame me if someone picks up your clothes. The key is inside, and so is your police ID. We can't let anyone else find those."

Zhang Jie was only wearing his underwear, his hands still cuffed behind his back. He glared at me hatefully and left without a word.

Chapter 131 Repaying Kindness with Enmity

After seeing Officer Zhang off, I turned back to the vase with a smug look on my face and said, "My idea was pretty good, wasn't it? This kid won't refuse to go down. I saved your chastity this time, how are you going to thank me?"

Although the ancients said, "Do good deeds without expecting anything in return," with a beauty before me, I couldn't possibly do that. I thought it was impossible for the vase to repay me with her body, but she should at least kiss me, right? Saying this, I even leaned my face closer.

Unexpectedly, what greeted me was a slap from the vase, leaving me stunned and unable to react for a moment. I stammered, "You, why did you hit me?"

Damn it, is this how you repay me? Isn't this repaying kindness with enmity?

The vase, still angry, said, "A slap is the least I could do. Do you want me to kick you too?"

I looked down at her pointed shoes and broke out in a cold sweat. Damn it, I don't know who started this trend, but this year women's shoes are all about pointed leather shoes! Those sharp toes are like daggers, it's a nightmare for thugs! If you get hit by one, you're basically done for. If it hits a vital spot, you're basically done for. Officer Zhang already knew how dangerous it was; he was swaying as he left, and he'll probably have to take three to five days of sick leave.

Seeing my startled reaction, Hua Ping couldn't help but laugh. Her anger from Zhang Jie's humiliation seemed to have lessened slightly. She coldly said to me, "Sit down first, I have some questions for you."

I obediently sat on the sofa, glancing at the panties and stockings on the floor, thinking she was definitely going to interrogate me about sneaking into her room. Sure enough, Hua Ping asked, "Why were you in my room?"

I had already thought of this answer in the bathroom. I would say I was passing by her room and saw the door wasn't closed properly, so I thought a thief might have broken in and came in to check. As for why I was in the bathroom, I just happened to need to use the restroom, so I took care of it. As for why I didn't say anything when she came in, and instead hid in the bathroom, that's a bit difficult to answer. I just said I was afraid she'd misunderstand, so I didn't dare come out. And what about the fact that I was holding her underwear and stockings when I came out?

Seriously, does she think she's some kind of judge father? She's pressing me so hard. I was getting a little embarrassed and angry from her questions. If she kept asking, I'd become a perverted underwear thief. I pretended to be deeply humiliated, stood up, and said, "What exactly do you want to ask? Did I do something wrong by saving someone? Is this how you treat your benefactor?"

Then I tried to slip away.

The vase shoved me back onto the sofa and said, "You said you'd save me? Why didn't you come out sooner when Zhang Jie was bullying me? Did you want to see me get slandered so you could be happy? Humph, you men are all the same."

I was speechless. What was that all about? Women always use that line so casually, classic, huh? But I didn't dare talk back. The vase seemed to be thinking about being bullied by Zhang Jie again; her breasts heaved, making my eyes dart around. Seeing that I didn't respond, the vase tapped me on the head with her high heel, saying, "I'm asking you a question."

I replied, "Miss, don't you know you can't just touch a man's head, especially if a woman's foot touches it? It'll stunt his growth. What if I can't find a girlfriend later? Will I have to use you as a substitute?"

Seeing the vase about to tap my head again, I quickly said, "Fine, I give up. Don't you know I have a leg injury? If I had come out in the first place, I would have been asking for trouble, getting beaten to a pulp by your pet dog."

As I spoke, I deliberately rubbed my thigh and cried out in pain. The vase knew I was faking it, but she didn't press me further. She spat at me, "I don't think you're any better."

As she spoke, noticing my lustful gaze fixed on her delicate feet, she involuntarily shrank back, saying, "What are you looking at again?"

I whispered, "Your feet are really beautiful. No wonder Zhang Jie was willing to be your puppy and lick your feet."

The vase seemed quite proud of her feet, actually stretching them out again and waving them lightly in front of me, as if showing off. I said, "You don't need to put on a show for me. I'm not Zhang Jie; I won't kneel before you and lick your feet like a puppy."

This was purely for face; honestly, looking at those beautiful feet, I really had a bit of an urge to kiss them.

The vase glanced at me and said, "Do you think I don't know what you're doing with my stockings? How are they? Don't they smell nice?"

I was speechless. Had the vase been provoked by Zhang Jie? She was actually saying something like that.

Hearing this, I couldn't help but blush. I awkwardly touched her delicate legs and said, "Does your foot still hurt? Would you like me to massage it?"

Her calves, which Zhang Jie had tied with a silk scarf, had a few scrapes from the struggle earlier, and her ankles were slightly red and swollen. As I spoke, I placed her feet on my lap and gently massaged them. She trembled slightly but didn't struggle much. I was overjoyed; at least she still had some conscience, and I hadn't saved her for nothing.

I was quite skilled and confident in my massage techniques. I started by massaging her ankles, then slowly tried to extend the massage upwards along her calves. She gave me a disapproving look, and her high heels wobbled intentionally or unintentionally a few times, startling me so I had to pull my hands back and gently massage her feet. She seemed quite satisfied with my service, half-closing her eyes and resting on the sofa.

Looking at her shy and smiling face, my heart fluttered. I thought back to a few months ago when I first arrived in Shanghai, at the Nine Star Company, when I first met Fang Xiaoyi. It also started with a massage, and a romance developed from there. Today, by sheer coincidence, perhaps another romantic affair will unfold. The vase-like figure possesses a pure and aloof exterior, deterring any advances. Most men dare not even entertain the thought of pursuing her, and over time, no man dares approach her, fearing the embarrassment of rejection. As for the vase, she looks down on ordinary men, while those with exceptional qualities are often surrounded by other women, whom she disdains to compete for, ultimately left only to admire her own beauty and feel sorry for herself. Looking at the sexy lingerie beneath her noble exterior, one can tell that deep down she craves affection. Today, I'll play the role of her protector, especially since I just finished protecting one.

Because the vase had just showered, she wasn't wearing stockings. Although lacking the smoothness of stockings, her legs still felt wonderful to the touch. Seeing her eyes closed, I mustered my courage and brought her delicate feet to my face. Her feet were small and dainty, with very white skin and faintly visible pale blue veins. I used the same trick I used on Fang Xiaoyi on the vase, gently taking her delicate toe into my mouth and licking it with my tongue. The vase jumped, opened her eyes, and scolded, "What, what are you doing?"

She tried to pull her foot back, but I wasn't about to let this opportunity slip by. I firmly held her foot in my hand. The vase's breathing quickened, and she said, "Let me go, or I'll, I..."

She raised her high heel to strike. I was startled, but after a long while, there was still no movement. I couldn't help but look up at the vase. Her face was flushed, her chest heaving, and she seemed completely at a loss.

I said, "I just wanted to kiss you a few times, nothing will happen, don't be afraid."

While I was speaking, Hua Ping quickly pulled her foot back from my mouth, saying, "What am I afraid of? Be careful, or I'll smash your head open."

Although her words were fierce, her tone was soft, clearly lacking any real threat to me. I said, "You wouldn't dare, otherwise you would have already smashed a hole in my head with your high heels."

Seeing my grinning face, Hua Ping, in a fit of embarrassment and anger, raised her hand and slapped me again, scolding, "I thought you were a good person, but you, you're just like Zhang Jie, no good at all."

Damn it, my dream didn't come true, and I got slapped again. Although it didn't hurt much, it was really embarrassing. I said, "Why did you hit me again? I was just giving you a massage, I didn't do anything to you."

The vase said, "Hmph, is that how you massage? You're clearly taking advantage of me."

I said, "Is this taking advantage? Then you can take advantage of me too, I'd be happy to let you."

The vase bit her lip and said, "Really?"

Seeing my surprised and delighted expression as I nodded vigorously,

she smiled and said, "Then take off your pants first." Good heavens, am I really that charming? This innocent vase actually wants me to take off my pants. Does she want to serve me with her hands, or give me oral sex, or even go all the way and offer herself to me? My fragrance has a magical aphrodisiac effect on women, but today's effect is a bit too strong. I was flattered and afraid

the vase would change her mind, so I quickly took off my pants. After thinking for a moment, I simply took off my clothes too, so they wouldn't get in the way.

The vase blushed and took several close-up photos of me with her phone. My mind went blank for a moment. Damn it, I'd fallen for that flower girl's trick! Now she has leverage over me, and only she can do anything to me. I wouldn't dare do anything to her.

Chapter 132 A Painful Reflection (Part 1)

Seeing my furious and embarrassed state, the flower girl couldn't help but feel smug. She said, "I only asked you to take off your outer trousers to see how bad your injury was. Who told you to strip naked?"

Now I didn't believe anything she said. Just now, seeing her delicate and shy demeanor, anyone would have been consumed by lust. Damn it, I was too blinded by lust, thinking that with the help of my body's alluring fragrance, every beautiful woman would throw herself into my arms. This time, I've taken a huge tumble. A painful reflection—I'll never trust women so easily again, and I can't overestimate myself. So-called alluring fragrances aren't a magic bullet.

The vase lifted her pink buttocks, pressing the phone under her thighs, looking like she knew I wouldn't dare snatch it, and brandishing a high-heeled slipper in a defiant manner. I said fiercely, "Aren't you afraid I'll force myself on you? Believe me, I'll rape you first, then kill you, and then rape you again."

The vase laughed, "You dare? I'll tell your sister what you're doing hiding in my room, and see how she deals with you."

It seemed she was dismissive of my threat, making me lose face.

If I really used violence, even if the vase hit me a few times with her high heels, I could still manage to snatch the phone; after all, she's a woman, and not as strong as a man. But I've always been powerless against women, especially beautiful women. I've never argued with a girl since I was a child, and now that I'm surrounded by beautiful women, they're the ones who "bully" me more often; I've never been able to force myself on them. Now that the vase has "incrimination," and there's a risk of "ruining my reputation," I still can't bring myself to use force. I really am a sentimental fool.

"If hard tactics don't work, try softer ones," I said with a pained expression. "Good sister, I know I was wrong. Please forgive me this time. I promise I won't do it again."

The vase said, "Then tell me, what did you do wrong this time?"

I said, "I'll never save anyone again. It's hard to be a good person; I even get extorted."

The vase spat and said, "Is this an admission of wrongdoing? Do you want more photos because I didn't take enough?"

Damn, seeing the vase's smug expression and her unyielding attitude, I was quite annoyed. I said, "You're ruthless, resorting to this honey trap. Is this how you treat your benefactor? What do you want?"

The vase said, "Hmph, it's your fault for being rude to me. You deserve a lesson. Don't worry, as long as you show me respect in the future and don't gossip, I won't show these explicit photos of you to others. Maybe I'll even delete them."

You can rest assured about that. The vase wouldn't go around telling everyone about what happened last night; after all, she was almost taken advantage of by Zhang Jie, and it wouldn't look good if word got out. As for my photos, they were just to shut me up and keep me from talking about tonight's events.

Seeing my resentful look, the vase laughed, "Alright, don't be angry. I was just teasing you. I'll just delete them in a few days."

I retorted angrily, "What's so great about taking pictures? You've seen my treasure before, why would you specifically take pictures to admire it?"

The vase blushed and said with a slight pout, "Pah, who wants to see your ugly thing?"

While saying this, her eyes involuntarily glanced at my genitals. I said, "You said you didn't want to look, but you're peeking again."

The vase blushed and said, "You think you're the only one with that kind of thing? I've seen it before."

I said, "You've only seen pictures and specimens, right? Such a lively treasure is a rare sight for you. Want to touch it yourself and get a better feel for it?"

As I said this, I deliberately shook my penis. Anyway, she'd already taken pictures, so a few more glances wouldn't matter, especially since she'd looked at it for almost half an hour the night before last. The vase said, "Fine, I'll touch it. Do you think yours is any different from others?"

Saying this, she reached out to grab my penis. I pretended to be startled and said, "You, you're serious? You've seen my whole body; I'll have to marry you from now on."

The vase pretended to vomit and said, "Stop disgusting me. Do you believe I'll twist it off and use it as a specimen?"

She was joking with me, and the atmosphere was much more relaxed than before. If someone came in and saw us like this, they'd think we were a couple flirting.

Unexpectedly, the vase actually did a thorough study of my anatomy, and then solemnly told me, "You know your foreskin is too long? It's bad for you, it can easily cause penile cancer."

I replied, "It's bad for you too, you'll get uterine cancer. Should I get it removed?"

The vase blushed again, pinched me, and said, "Are you kidding me? What do I care if you get it removed?"

I hugged her waist and whispered in her ear, "Of course it matters, otherwise why would you care so much about me?"

The vase twisted her body and said, "What are you doing now? Let go of me."

I saw that although she wanted to break free from my embrace, she didn't use much force, and her face was flushed, her eyes were brimming, as if she was reluctant to leave. A thought struck me; it seems my charm is still as strong as ever. What happened just now was purely accidental. Hehe, my wounded heart couldn't help but feel smug again.

I couldn't help but lower my head and kiss the vase's bright red, soft, and lovely lips, wanting to steal her fragrance and kiss her passionately. Startled by my outburst, the vase's pink face flushed even redder, instinctively twisting its head to avoid my advances. It snarled, "You, what do you want to do?"

What do I want to do? I want to do you! Once I've slept with you, you'll obediently delete all the photos. I've fallen for your tricks before. What if you're playing me again, constantly using these awful photos to bother me and make fun of me? It'll be a headache. So, I might as well go all the way and sleep with you first.

Although I've had many girlfriends, apart from Liu Ruolan, whom I've used some coercive methods on, all the other women slept with me willingly, even Lin Shiyi "forced" me. After a while, the mundane days become stimulating, and today, holding the vase, although there wasn't any actual coercion, I still felt a kind of rape-like pleasure. In fact, what I'm doing now is, in a sense, very close to drugging and raping. The vase's current aroused state is mostly due to the faint, sweet fragrance emanating from me. But I'm burning with lust now and don't care anymore; I'd even be willing to let the vase hit me on the head with her high heels afterward. If you can't conquer a woman, you'll only be conquered by her; there's no third way. Begging won't get you her body; it will only fuel her queenly arrogance.

Ignoring the vase's slight resistance, I kissed my way down her swan-like neck, her snow-white, jade-like skin, and further down. I gently unbuttoned the vase's clothes, kissing her smooth, white breasts. Amidst her increasingly rapid breathing, I kissed one of her small, delicate, shy, already erect nipples. "Mmm..." The vase let out another soft, passionate moan.

Half-asleep, the vase heard her own seductive moans. Her already flushed face, aroused by my alluring scent, turned even redder, her beauty radiant with shyness. I decided to launch my final assault. My tongue entwined around one of her soft, already shyly erect nipples, gently rolling, sucking, and licking it… One hand caressed her other proud, trembling, and firm breast, two fingers lightly pinching and kneading its equally engorged, rosy nipple.

I used both hands and mouth, ravaging every part of her body, leaving a pink hue on her fair, delicate skin. My mouth followed the vase's undulating curves, kissing from her smooth forehead to her delicate feet. As always, I had an inexplicable fondness for the smooth, white legs of all beautiful women, and the vase was no exception. I kissed every inch of her long, slender legs, savoring the unique elasticity and sweetness of her smooth, youthful skin. I wrapped my arms around her slender waist and pulled her into my embrace. I held her fragrant shoulders and pressed my full, firm chest against her smooth breasts, feeling her nipples harden in the gentle warmth, a sensation that made my heart tremble.

She was both nervous and excited, beads of sweat glistening on her hot skin. I gently licked her breasts and arms, my hand secretly slipping inside her panties, my fingertips lightly tracing the two mysterious, moist lips between her legs. The touch was warm and moist; my mouth went dry, and my heart pounded wildly. She trembled and let out a soft moan, her strong thighs clamping tightly together. I gently lifted her slender waist, supporting her buttocks as I pulled down her panties. Her cheeks flushed, her small, pearly teeth biting her bright red lower lip, refusing to open her eyes. I grasped one of her thighs, gently parting it slightly, and looked down. There, I saw the entrance to her peach blossom spring, covered in lush grass; two glistening pink lips tightly gripped her tender vulva. Her lower abdomen was round and firm, her waist slender and delicate, her buttocks full and smooth. I couldn't help but marvel at the beauty of creation. I then ran my finger along the shimmering red vulva, my eyes wide. The vase blushed crimson, making a troubled sound, her buttocks quivering as she tried to

dodge. Honeyed fluid slowly flowed from her peach blossom spring, glistening on my finger with a lascivious light. My penis was already erect. I parted her long, firm legs and pressed myself against her. The vase was overwhelmed with shame, her pretty face a captivating crimson. My finger lightly touched her full, tender lips. The vase, unable to withstand my heat, moaned softly, trembling, and then, as if responding, raised her buttocks. Between her two sticky, honeyed lips, glistening with clear love fluid, my fingers were soon wet. I felt my body surging with yang energy, my huge penis swelling and tingling, as if even my heart was itching.

Without hesitation, I carried the vase to the bed, parted her full, honeyed lips, pressed my nose tightly against her bright, moist flesh, and took a deep breath. The vase cried out, "Ah!" Seeing her strong reaction, I stuck out my tongue and licked the pink flesh beside her vulva. The vase trembled instantly, her bright eyes seemed shrouded in mist, her delicate lips parted but no sound came out, her expression blank and lost, her peach blossom mouth opening and closing slightly, slowly flowing out clear, transparent love fluid. I took that exquisite, lovely, bright red pearl into my mouth, teasing it lightly with my tongue, my slender middle finger slowly piercing into the vase's warm honey pot, gently pressing and rotating, while my other hand vigorously kneaded her snow-white breasts, still clad in a bra. A high-pitched moan escaped the vase's throat, her slender waist arched, and her jade buttocks lifted off the bed, swaying from side to side with my licking. I stared intently at her reaction, then moved my mouth forcefully twice. The vase suddenly tensed, let out a soft moan, and her Eden-like body convulsed, continuously gushing out thick, sticky nectar. I raised my head, licked the nectar from my lips, finding it sweet and fragrant, leaving me wanting more.

The vase lay paralyzed on the bed, her eyes glazed, nostrils flaring, cheeks flushed, and breathing rapidly. Her delicate red lips parted, her fragrant breath spraying onto my face. I leaned in and gently sucked on her soft lips, while simultaneously grasping her high, firm breasts through her bra, kneading them lightly and firmly. The vase's alluring body writhed with my caresses, her full, pert buttocks pressing against my aroused lower body. Her pink, delicate lips parted slightly, like a fleshy flower swaying in the wind, offering bees and butterflies glistening with sweet nectar.

Watching the nectar flow, I released her, wiping the nectar on my fingers among the lush pubic hair beneath her. Her parted lips glistened, like a glittering vase. The vase's beautiful eyes were tightly closed, but her delicate hands involuntarily tightened around me, as if afraid I would escape. My heart pounded. I straightened up, forcefully spreading her thighs apart, aiming the head of my large penis at its target: the entrance to the vase's tender and alluring secret garden.

I hoisted the vase's soft, snow-white thighs onto my shoulders, stabilizing her smooth, round buttocks with my hands. Then, I lowered my head, lifting the vase's slender waist, slowly moving her open perineum closer to me, my erect penis pressing straight towards that slightly parted, tender jade gate. The vase's flat, white abdomen bulged slightly forward from the effort, and the base of her thighs appeared thin and translucent from being spread as wide as possible.

The tip of my large penis had already touched the edge of her jade gate. I felt a wave of warmth and smoothness. The head of my penis brushed against the soft pubic hair, kissing the delicate, round clitoris, and began to "bite" the clitoris, circling it. A captivating blush slowly spread across the vase's fair and delicate face, and her naked body grew increasingly soft and hot without her realizing it.

My glans massaged rhythmically along the edge of her vase's vulva for a while before finally parting her full labia majora, the bright light clearly illuminating her tender, juicy opening. I saw the perfectly rounded entrance, and my penis could no longer resist, as if it had been released from its sac. I felt a surge of desire, and my penis, like a virgin, began to move. My experience told me that this was a virgin's vagina, never before experienced, and I needed to use a combination of firmness and gentleness. I didn't force my penis in, but instead lingered at the vase's vaginal opening, slowly rotating and grinding. Suddenly, the vase's legs clamped around my waist, her buttocks twisting, and before I could react, I was inside her. With a soft moan, the vase trembled slightly, but her arms tightened their embrace around me.

Chapter 133 Painful Reflection (Part 2)

The vase and I both let out a soft moan almost simultaneously. Poor vase, this stunning beauty, didn't even have time to cry out in pain before I gently kissed her, silencing her completely. Ugh, it wasn't just the vase who suffered the "pain of losing her virginity"; I suffered the "pain of losing my foreskin." Just now, the vase had given me a "foreskin exam," leaving my penis rock hard, and my already overly long foreskin was half-rolled back, refusing to retract. This embarrassed me greatly, and I even received quite a few eye rolls from the vase, but surprisingly, she didn't scold me like she did the day before yesterday, which made me feel flattered. I had intended to give the vase a wonderful "first time" with a balance of gentleness and strength, but unexpectedly, at the crucial moment, she used her legs to clamp around my waist, causing me to "lose my dignity" and instantly "completely lose my way," penetrating her flower path. The foreskin suddenly rolled back, and I felt a burning sensation. I had suffered this kind of pain many times before, but each time I only cried out in pain during the act, and after the pleasure, I refused to get a circumcision. It seems I will have to suffer this pain again and again, and only I know whether it will be bitter or sweet.

Compared to me, the vase was naturally in more pain. She only felt an enormous, hard, and hot penis forcibly entering her body

. She gritted her teeth, her hands tightly holding me, and her legs wrapped even tighter around my waist, making it impossible for me to move. From the moment the penis entered the vase's flower path, I could feel from the sensations on the shaft that the beautiful and charming woman beneath me not only possessed unparalleled beauty and grace, but also a seductive nature and innate gifts. Her vagina was unusually small and tight, gripping my precious member tightly and firmly, the muscles of her vagina contracting and trying to squeeze me out. This was hardly hospitable, so I straightened up and slid my penis deeper into her vagina, sending another kind of burning pain throughout her body.

"You, um, be gentle...it hurts...um..."

The vase seemed unable to bear the humiliation and pain of having something completely unfamiliar inserted so deeply into her body. She suddenly struggled and resisted with uncontrollable shame and indignation. However, in a series of futile struggles, the vase only felt that the huge and cold "snake" had already penetrated her completely.

I was now burning with lust. Ignoring the vase's resistance, I thrust my entire penis into her vagina and stopped, letting my hot, throbbing rod firmly envelop the unique, delicate, and tight "flower path" of this stunningly beautiful woman. I pleasurably savored the indescribable, fiery "flesh gripping flesh" feeling of my large penis within her tight vagina. The vase's exquisite, beautiful, and alluring vaginal "flower chamber" had been completely occupied by this "uninvited guest." Her rosy, jade-like, and alluring vaginal opening was forced open, her cute "little mouth" struggling to contain the enormous penis.

I lay on top of the vase, almost unable to believe that within 24 hours I had slept with such a proud, aloof, and unapproachable beauty, and even lost her virginity. It was like a beautiful dream. Although I knew I had the aid of a special fragrance, its effects shouldn't be so strong that I could sleep with a beautiful woman after only a second meeting. Thinking of how beneath her usually aloof and pure exterior lay a lewd and sexy lace lingerie, could she really be as I imagined, hiding a wanton heart behind her noble and arrogant facade? How many men had she deceived? How many men, like Zhang Jie, had knelt at her feet, willing to lick her feet and be her lackey?

The thought of a group of men surrounding her feet involuntarily ignited a burning jealousy within me. Men are possessive, and although I'd only known her for two days, now, having taken her virginity, I felt an intense jealousy towards her unfounded past affairs. Thinking back to how, although my alluring fragrance had aroused her, the way she had clung to me with such captivating charm, while making my heart flutter, also left me with a vague unease. I felt she was being too wanton; after all, we weren't lovers yet. Even if she was seduced by my fragrance, she shouldn't have been so promiscuous. It was a contradictory feeling—wanting my girlfriend to be a pure and noble virgin in front of others, yet also wanting her to be as wanton and open as a harlot in bed.

I suppressed my unease. I had only known her for two days; what right did I have to judge her past? Did I think that having her body, I could then go further and win her heart? I looked down at her; she was gritting her teeth in pain, two glistening tears in the corners of her eyes.

I looked at the vase with a guilty gaze: "I'm sorry! You're so beautiful, I couldn't help myself..."

As I spoke, I couldn't help but thrust a few times, because the tender flesh of the vase's vaginal walls seemed to have layers, encircling my penis. Every time my penis was withdrawn and re-entered, the tender flesh of the vaginal walls would automatically contract and writhe, and the uterine cavity would tightly grip the neck groove of my glans, as if sucking on my glans. I never expected her to have such a beautiful vagina, the best I had ever penetrated.

The vase's big eyes were still looking at me without saying a word, then she suddenly frowned slightly: "It hurts!..."

I immediately lay on top of her and stopped thrusting: "I'm sorry! I won't move anymore..."

As I said this, I gently lay on top of the vase, my penis fully inserted into her vagina, afraid to move any further. The vase looked at me, and I looked at her. The tear stains on her face had not yet faded, and my thick penis was being rubbed even thicker by the contracting and writhing tender flesh of her vaginal walls. I forcibly controlled myself and stopped thrusting.

I said shamefully, "I shouldn't have done that, I'm so sorry! I'll pull my penis out now..."

Just as I was about to pull it out, the vase's shapely, long legs suddenly wrapped around my waist. The vase frowned and groaned, "Don't move, yours is too big, it hurts!"

I immediately stopped pulling my penis out, "Yes, yes... I'm sorry! I won't move!"

The vase looked at me, "Do you think pulling it out now will make up for your mistake?"

I said shamefully, "I know I can't make up for it!"

As I spoke, I felt the exquisite vulva sucking at my penis again. In this infinitely pleasurable intertwining of flesh, it was incredibly difficult to remain still.

The vulva's bright eyes looked at me without speaking. Feeling bored under her gaze, I pretended to pull my penis out: "You seem to be in real pain, I'd better pull it out!"

Just as my penis was about to leave the vulva's vulva, she instead grabbed my buttocks with both hands, pressing my penis down again, sealing it tightly against her vulva. The vulva, with tears in her eyes, said, "You've already played with me, don't think it'll be okay just because you pulled it out!"

I didn't know how to answer.

The vulva closed her eyes, tears streaming down her cheeks, and the hands holding my buttocks began to gently press downwards, while her lower body slowly moved, her vulva rubbing against my thick penis. Women are truly contradictory creatures. So I said nothing more and cooperated with the vulva's movements, thrusting my penis in and out of her vulva. The vase closed her eyes, savoring the pleasure of our genitals joined, and I closed my eyes too, feeling the exquisite friction of her beautiful vagina. We remained silent, quietly responding to each other. Soon, the vase's snow-white legs, wrapped around my waist, tightened, and her hands encircled my neck, pressing my head down so my lips met hers. She opened her mouth, letting me suckle her sweet saliva, then drew my tongue into hers, entwining and playing with it. Her vulva began to rotate and thrust, simultaneously tightening and sucking my penis, making my whole body go weak with pleasure. Although it was her first time making love, she seemed exceptionally gifted; her extreme arousal made my penis thrust even harder inside her.

Suddenly, the vase's arms tightened around me, her vulva rotating and thrusting rapidly, her legs tightly entwined around my waist. She moaned, "Hurry, thrust into me harder...faster..."

As she spoke, she opened her mouth and bit my lips, greedily sucking on my tongue. This excited me so much that I thrust my penis in response to the grinding of her vulva, using all my strength to relentlessly pound into her beautiful hole. Suddenly, her vagina began to contract rapidly, sucking on my penis. Her deep uterine cavity tightened, gripping the neck of my glans. Our genitals were completely fused together. With her vulva rotating and grinding powerfully, she reached another orgasm. Thick, hot vaginal fluid gushed from her clitoris, drenching my glans. I could no longer hold back; my glans felt numb and itchy. After a few more powerful thrusts into her beautiful hole, I tried to pull out and ejaculate. I gasped, "I'll ejaculate outside you..."

As I made to pull my penis out of the vase, she tightly wrapped her beautiful legs around my waist, pressed her hands behind me against my buttocks, and thrust her vulva upwards, her cervix contracting forcefully like a vise, gripping the glans of my penis. She moaned, "Don't pull out, it's my safe period today, push... thrust all the way in..."

With those words, what did I care about? Besides, her vagina felt like a giant straw, tightly sucking my entire penis, our genitals were so tightly joined that there wasn't a single gap, it felt so good that every pore on my body opened up. In the continuous tingling and itching of my glans, I thrust hard, my glans and urethral opening pressed tightly against the vase's clitoris, the urethral opening and the small opening on her clitoris tightly sucked together, and my hot, milky white semen gushed out, all of it entering her clitoris.

The vase, its flower core filled with my hot semen, couldn't help but groan loudly again, its whole body convulsing once more. Wave after wave of continuous orgasms left it paralyzed, its eyes closed, lost in the pleasure of intercourse. Its vagina gripped my penis tightly, contracting and sucking relentlessly, as if determined to devour every last drop of my thick semen.

Finally, the storm subsided, and the vase and I lay on the bed, embracing each other. I gently kissed away the tears on the vase's face, savoring the intoxicating pleasure I had just experienced. If I hadn't personally witnessed the vase's virginity, and had the drops of semen on the sheets as proof, I wouldn't have believed it was her first time. She had immediately experienced the boundless pleasure of sex after losing her virginity, and I had been "disarmed" by her in one go.

The vase looked at me and said, "How do you plan to treat me from now on?"

My head throbbed, and I didn't know how to answer. My original intention was to get the vase's body so she wouldn't use the photos to blackmail me anymore, thus avoiding trouble. But now that I've gotten her body, it's caused even bigger trouble. The vase is still a virgin, which is both surprising and understandable. Given her qualities, finding a boyfriend would be easy for her, and the fact that she's remained a virgin suggests that, besides her aloofness, she's still inclined towards He Shou. This is what's most troubling. If the vase were a promiscuous woman, at worst we could just satisfy our sexual desires without any lasting consequences, but now…

Seeing my silence, the vase couldn't help but slap me, saying, "Don't think you can just take my body and leave."

The force of the slap pulled on my lower body, causing me to let out a soft groan. She slapped me three times tonight, a truly humiliating experience. Knowing I was in the wrong, I didn't dare say a word, but gently asked, "Are you still in pain? Would you like me to help you wash up? A hot bath might help."

Seeing that Huaping remained silent, I naturally agreed. I quickly got out of bed and, trying to appease her, helped her to the bathroom, even preparing hot water for her, attempting to make amends.

Soon, steam rose from the bathtub, filling the air. I helped Huaping lie down in the tub, then jumped in myself. The hot water soaked our bodies, soothing our minds and stimulating both our genitals. Two warm currents rose simultaneously within us. I saw Huaping looking at me, but I couldn't tell if she hated or loved me. However, seeing that she didn't immediately retaliate, it seemed there was still a chance for things to turn around. The crisis was temporarily averted, and I began to stare lustfully at the vase again. The beauty before me was truly exquisite; every inch of her skin was breathtaking, especially her delicate and lovely breasts, so full, smooth, firm, and elastic. Her nipples were so tender and shy, and her two large breasts pressed tightly together, like two sacred and inviolable jade peaks.

The vase's face slowly flushed, whether from the hot water or from my staring, I couldn't tell. I couldn't help but swallow, the sound so loud that even the vase heard it. The vase was both angry and amused, coldly saying, "You, haven't you seen enough?"

Though her tone was cold, a hint of a smile appeared in the corner of her eyes.

Chapter 134 Painful Reflection (Part 2)

I stared blankly at the vase, still somewhat unaccustomed to her behavior just now. Logically, having just been seduced and defiled by my "sedative incense," she should hate me to the core. Even if she slapped me hard or knocked a few bumps on my head with her high heels, I wouldn't say a word and would have to accept it. But she didn't make a fuss, didn't cry or scream; instead, she seemed very calm, even a little gentle towards me, which made me uneasy. Either she's naturally promiscuous and doesn't care much about sex, but if that's the case, how do you explain her virginity? Or she's been bewitched by my incense, but she seems very clear-headed now, not at all like someone who's lost their mind. Besides, my "sedative incense" is only an aphrodisiac and won't affect a person's fertility. Oh no, could she have suffered too much trauma and developed mental problems?

Seeing my unsettled state, the vase rolled her eyes at me and said coldly, "What's wrong? Do you think something's off seeing me like this? Should I scream a few times and hit you with my shoe a few times to put your mind at ease?"

Damn, she can tell from that? I smiled awkwardly and said, "Sister Lin, I'm so sorry, are you... are you still in pain?"

We'd already slept together; calling her by her nickname again would be a bit too much. Yang Lin's face was still flushed. She said, "You're not a three-year-old. Do you think you don't know whether I'm in pain or not?"

I was once again embarrassed by her words and felt a little awkward, unable to reply for a moment.

Yang Lin said, "Are you thinking of just playing around and walking away? Let me tell you, it's not that easy."

Of course I knew this wouldn't end so easily. I really hadn't expected Yang Lin to still be a virgin; that's quite rare these days. University students these days are more open-minded; dating and cohabitation are commonplace. With Yang Lin's—no, with all these qualities—she's probably surrounded by suitors, and even premarital sex is quite normal. She...she couldn't have had hymenoplasty, could she? She's a medical student; she should be quite knowledgeable about that. Seeing

me silent for so long, Yang Lin assumed I was thinking about how to deal with her, never imagining I was having such filthy thoughts. She coldly asked, "What are you thinking about?"

I said, "How come you're still a virgin?" The moment

the words left my mouth, I knew I was in trouble. Sure enough, I received another slap across the face. Damn it, does this "vase" have sadistic tendencies? She's slapped me four times in one night! Even though it was my own fault, she didn't have to hit me so hard. I covered my face, looking indignant but unable to speak out. What could I do? I'd taken advantage of her. If a few slaps would make things better, I'd accept it.

Yang Lin's face flushed red. "You, you're acting innocent after getting the better deal! That's too much!"

Knowing I was in the wrong, I quickly hugged her, trying to appease her. Yang Lin pushed me away, saying, "Did you use some kind of drug on me? How did I end up being taken advantage of by you like that?"

I dared not reveal the truth, so I vehemently denied it. Yang Lin said, "You don't need to lie to me. The scent on you is strange; it makes people feel weak."

She sniffed me, saying, "Hmph, you can't deny it now. Even if you showered, the scent is still there."

I pretended to sniff myself a few times, saying, "Really? I can't smell it."

But upon closer inspection, I could indeed faintly smell my own body fragrance. I tried to cover it up, saying, "Maybe it's the scent of perfume I wore."

I didn't want her to know my secret.

Yang Lin sneered, "You still want to lie to me? This isn't perfume at all; it's coming from you. I felt something was off the night before last. Why was your scent so strange? It made me feel hot. So your scent has a sleeping potion effect?"

I said, "What kind of world is that? Wouldn't that make me a freak?"

Yang Lin said, "You've never been a good person. Don't think I can't see through you. Not only have the women who've been with you these past two days had relationships with you, but even your sister and you have an ambiguous relationship."

I said urgently, "You, you can't just say whatever you want. Be careful, or I'll sue you for defamation."

If this got out, how could my sister stay in the hospital under all the gossip? Yang Lin said, "Having special abilities isn't that strange. Do you know why I'm still a virgin?"

I asked curiously, "Could it be... could it be that you have special abilities too?"

As I spoke, I sniffed her all over. Besides the perfume, there was indeed another fragrance, but it seemed to be the scent I had left from kissing her earlier, not her own natural body odor.

Yang Lin, tickled by my sniffing, pushed me away forcefully, saying, "What are you sniffing me for? I don't have any sleeping potion on me."

I grinned and said, "Even without sleeping potion, I still have a pleasant fragrance, which I like."

Yang Lin said, "Then do you also like smelling my underwear and stockings? My stockings smell very good too. If you like smelling them, I'll let you smell them as much as you want later."

Damn it, I only did something impulsive once, and she's still holding a grudge. Seeing my slightly embarrassed and angry expression, Yang Lin laughed, "Alright, I won't tease you anymore. Actually, it's not just you; many men have this kind of perverted fetish. You don't need to be so shy. Many people want to smell me, but I won't let them."

I said, "So I should thank you?"

She made it sound like all men were perverts. Damn, that's too broad an attack. Yang Lin said, "Do you know that I haven't had to pay for my own underwear and stockings all these years?"

I said sourly, "Was it from your boyfriends?"

Yang Lin said smugly, "Hmph, you stinky men are all perverts. Every time I wash my underwear, it gets stolen in the blink of an eye, so I'm afraid to hang it out to dry. Later, someone even offered to buy my worn underwear, so I had my roommates sell it for me. For the past two years, none of the girls in our dorm have had to pay for their own underwear."

Damn, you can sell that stuff? If that's the case, I should auction off Lin Shiyi and Ding Ling's underwear and stockings too. Maybe I could make a fortune that way.

According to Yang Lin, she didn't know why, but for the past two years, she had always been surrounded by men. This wasn't surprising, given her beauty. What puzzled her was that these men initially interacted normally, but after a while, they all seemed to become subservient to her, losing all their masculinity. Some even told her they were willing to be her dogs, her slaves. At first, Yang Lin thought she had encountered a few perverts, but later, most of the men behaved the same way, which became strange and perplexing. Most of the men around her were outstanding individuals, and of course, some of them attracted her attention. Sometimes, in the heat of the moment, they would hug and kiss, but unexpectedly, after being kissed by her, these men would immediately ejaculate, displaying embarrassing behavior. One guy was the luckiest; Yang Lin was ready to let him kiss her, but when Yang Lin was fully exposed, he couldn't get an erection, utterly disappointed. I heard that this guy was "powerless" in front of other girlfriends later on, and was jokingly called "father-in-law" by his ex-girlfriends. Yang Lin, after this "setback," lost interest in relationships and gradually became somewhat aloof and arrogant, but deep down he was actually quite lonely.

It's truly amazing what the world is like. I thought my unique fragrance was already a wonder of the world, but Yang Lin is even more ruthless than me, becoming a "male killer"—she doesn't have any fragrance, yet she can make many men change their personalities and become her slaves. I think the reason Yang Lin didn't react strongly to our relationship is probably because it's the first time in years she's encountered a man who could "do evil" after seeing her body, and she's afraid of missing this opportunity and never meeting a treasure like me again. But that seems like I'm just bragging. Judging from Zhang Jie's reaction just now, he almost raped Yang Lin, so it seems I'm not the only one who can get Yang Lin's virginity.

Thinking that Yang Lin, though a virgin, had had boyfriends before, and several had even almost taken her body, I felt a little uncomfortable. However, considering she gave her virginity to me, I felt somewhat better. After all, I was Yang Lin's first real man.

Seeing my smug look, Yang Lin said, "Don't think I can't live without you. I was just drugged by your incense, which is why you got to have me."

I said, "Don't worry, I'll treat you well from now on."

Yang Lin said, "We'll talk about the future later. Now, serve me a bath. If you serve me well, I'll consider making you my male slave."

Damn, you really think you're a queen! But judging from her attitude, she won't pursue the matter of "raping" me for now. I finally felt a huge weight lifted off my shoulders and breathed a sigh of relief. I squeezed out some pink shower gel into my palm and spread it evenly on Yang Lin's breasts. I gently squeezed her breasts with both hands. Yang Lin glared at me and said, "What are you doing? It's so itchy."

I said, "Didn't you want me to be your male slave? I'll serve you while you bathe."

I kneaded and played with Yang Lin's breasts for a full two minutes, causing her to writhe and squirm. Her alluring, large breasts swelled, and her nipples, the size of red beans, became even firmer and more erect. Then I lathered her entire body with bath soap and gently rubbed it, soon creating a rich lather all over her. I gently washed her, then applied the lather to her smooth abdomen and round buttocks. Yang Lin let me touch her all over; her full, snowy breasts felt incredibly comfortable under the massage of my hands. When my fingers brushed against the red cherries of her nipples, she felt a surge of desire and shuddered involuntarily. It seemed her body was still so sensitive even after I had played with her for so long. Seeing this, I couldn't help but feel hot myself. I said, "Yang Lin, will you be my girlfriend from now on?"

Yang Lin glanced at me and said, "You, how old are you? You want to be my boyfriend? How am I supposed to take you out in public?"

Damn it, if you don't want me to be your boyfriend, why do you want me to serve you a bath? Do you really think of me as your pet dog, or even a male slave to be ordered around? I was unhappy, and my movements slowed down. Yang Lin said, "What are you unhappy about? I've given you my body, what more do you want? Humph, this is actually a bargain for you. Not only do you get to play with me, but you don't have to take responsibility. You're really ungrateful."

He was right. What could I complain about with such a good deal? Did I really intend to marry her? What would happen to my sisters? Thinking of this, I felt relieved and said, "Then let's be friends with benefits."

Having sex with such a stunning beauty would be incredibly enjoyable.

"You bastard, I'm not that kind of girl,"

Yang Lin said, a little angry. I pinched her breast, and Yang Lin cried out softly, "You, you're so naughty."

I chuckled lewdly, "Women love bad boys, and you'd love for me to be even naughtier."

I poured shower gel onto my right palm and then reached for her genitals. I rubbed my hand on her private parts, parted her labia, and cleansed her sacred paradise. Her labia, clitoris, and vulva fully enjoyed the hot water and the pleasure of my fingers. Clearly, she was starting to get excited, and her pretty face began to flush. "Oops," my fingertips brushed against her delicate labia majora, and Yang Lin's body trembled. A tingling, itchy sensation spread throughout her body. Her eyes quietly closed, a blush settling on her fair cheeks, and she involuntarily let out a soft moan.

I focused intently on wiping Yang Lin's delicate body, leaving no stone unturned, my touch gentle and delicate, as if afraid that any force would damage this beautiful woman. Yang Lin, still shy and reserved, initially resisted, but her heart had already melted from my tender affection. She softened, half-heartedly yielding, letting me do as I pleased. Although my technique was incredibly gentle, it was Yang Lin's first time bathing with a man, and her mind was in turmoil. Moreover, being with the man who had once driven her to ecstasy, she couldn't help but have some erotic thoughts. My attentive service, even extending to her intimate parts, gently and gracefully washing them, made it even harder for her to control herself.

When my fingers slipped into her tender opening, Yang Lin shuddered, her vision almost blurring. She barely managed to suppress the urge to moan softly, a feeling of both shame and joy washing over her. This feeling was so sweet, as if it were something she had been anticipating and longing for. Thinking this, Yang Lin blushed, and her body reacted. My fingers were carefully and gently rubbing inside her vagina, and the juices inside Yang Lin's honeyed cave were already overflowing. The fluids were so sticky and smooth, completely different from the pool water. I knew that Yang Lin was already aroused, but my hands didn't stop, and I continued to wash her with that gentle touch.

When I finally stopped, Yang Lin's eyes were glazed with desire, her body was limp, and she was almost completely powerless against me. She was only able to stay upright in the water because I was holding her. Yang Lin's body was burning hot, and she whispered in my ear, "Shall we...shall we go to bed?"

Soon, I began to move on Yang Lin's delicate body again, one hand rubbing her clitoris, the other caressing her breasts, my mouth sucking on her nipple, and my penis gently thrusting deep inside the girl. Yang Lin, aroused by my constant teasing and provocation, could no longer contain herself. Each time I withdrew my penis from her, I would gently lick her delicate, erect, and adorable nipples with my tongue. Each time I thrust my penis into her narrow, delicate vaginal canal, I would wrap my tongue around that incredibly soft and lovely nipple and suck on it fiercely.

Yang Lin, her face flushed and shy, began to moan softly and seductively. She could no longer resist my increasingly deeper exploration of her body, nor the tingling pleasure brought by the squeezing and rubbing of the narrow, warm, and slippery walls of her vaginal cavity as I entered her fiercely and violently. It was as if the dark, deep core of her flower desperately needed to rub against the hard, burning glans. Her sacred and noble flower shyly and eagerly yearned for and welcomed my penetration and exploration. Yang Lin involuntarily writhed his lower body...

Suddenly, a cell phone rang. It was my phone. I broke free from Yang Lin's embrace and struggled to get the phone to check the caller ID. Oh my god, this is terrible! It was a call from my intensive care unit. My sister must have come to see me and, finding me not in my room, called to ask where I was.

What am I going to do now? No reason can explain why I wasn't in my own room but instead went to Yang Lin's room and even climbed into bed. This is terrible! My sister has repeatedly told me these past few days to focus on my studies and not to be unfaithful. Zhang Ning and Fang Xiaoyi only returned to Shanghai this afternoon, and I'm already "cheating" tonight. Isn't this "going against the grain"? This time, my sister is definitely going to "punish" me severely.

Chapter 135 Crackdown Storm (Part 1)

I held my phone, unsure whether to answer or not; my mind was blank.

Yang Lin, in the throes of passionate love, suddenly lost my affection and felt a pang of disappointment. She pulled me back onto her, whispering, "It's so late, who's calling? Never mind, let's... let's continue." Damn

it, with disaster looming, how could I possibly be thinking about this? I composed myself, put down my phone, and prepared to get out of bed and get dressed. No matter what, even getting scolded when I got back was better than being caught in bed with someone by my sister.

Seeing my unsettled state, Yang Lin snatched my phone and glanced at it, saying, "Hmph, are you afraid your sister will find out about us? I don't care, I want you with me tonight."

I wasn't in the mood, but I couldn't afford to get angry at a beautiful woman I'd just deflowered, so I said softly, "I'll come back tomorrow, I really have to go home today."

Yang Lin said, "Are you in such a hurry to go back and sleep with your sister?"

I was annoyed. In my heart, my sister's position was incomparable. Yang Lin's tone was clearly disdainful, as if our sibling relationship was incestuous and something shameful. Damn it, my sister and I aren't related by blood, we're just too different in age, which is unacceptable to society, but it's not some terrible crime. Although you gave me your virginity, you're not entirely a chaste maiden. You had boyfriends in college, and if it weren't for those strange, inexplicable things about you, you might be a "sexually active woman" by now. What right do you have to talk about me and my sister? Just now I felt sorry for her for maintaining her virginity, but after learning more about the situation, my pity for her seems to have lessened. You know, Zhang Ning and Fang Xiaoyi were both virgins when they were with me. In terms of looks and talent, they're no less than Yang Lin, and in terms of wealth and background, they're incomparable. They both treat my sister with great respect. What right do you have to criticize me? I'm just a dog to you.

Without a word, I broke free from Yang Lin's grasp and hurriedly put on my clothes. Yang Lin was angry, ashamed, and annoyed. My rush back clearly showed that I valued my sister much more than her. Her ex-boyfriends all treated her like royalty, behaving like queens to their male slaves. Today, I actually abandoned her, leaving her both surprised and furious. She snapped, "Ye Zixin, you...you really want to leave? I'm not finished with you! You...you can't just take my body and leave! You stinking men, not a single one of you is any good! You dare leave? I'll follow you and see what your sister says to me!"

Damn, another cliché line. She even started crying while saying it, is

she serious? But I really can't just walk away like that. After all, I'm Yang Lin's first man, and right now we're in the middle of a passionate, intense lovemaking session. If she suddenly leaves, no woman could stand it. Damn, this little vixen is a natural beauty, with her seductive charm and exquisite vagina. I almost want to exhaust myself on her. Ugh, what am I thinking about now? I'm completely blinded by lust.

I said angrily, "Grandma, I give up! Just let me go this time. I'll do whatever you want with me from now on, even be your dog, okay?"

Yang Lin glanced at me and said, "You said it yourself."

I said, "Yes, I said it. A gentleman's word is his bond."

But as soon as the words left my mouth, I regretted it. What if she really thinks I'm like her previous boyfriends, treating me like a dog or a slave? But I can't worry about that now. I'll deal with it as it comes, and deal with it later. Do you really think I'd let her ride on my head and act like a queen?

Finally free of being a "pretty face," I hurried back to my ward, feeling a little apprehensive about how my sister would punish me. I gently pushed open the door and saw my sister sitting by the bed. I said softly, "Sister, why aren't you resting so late?"

My sister glanced at me and said coldly, "You, the great Casanova, haven't slept yet. How could I, the nurse, dare to go to sleep first?"

I said, "I can't sleep alone. Yang Lin asked me to chat with her, so I sat for a while. As soon as you called, I came back."

My sister said, "She has a boyfriend to keep her company. Does she need you to keep her company?"

I felt relieved. I noticed that my sister had only seen Zhang Jie go upstairs and hadn't seen him come down. She must think Zhang Jie was still in Yang Lin's room. People don't care about sex as much as they used to. Zhang Jie and Yang Lin seem like a good match. Even if they spent the night together, no one would say anything. Zhang Jie was really messed up by us earlier, practically naked. He naturally wouldn't dare go out the front door again; he must have sneaked out the window or jumped to retrieve his clothes. So, my sister still thinks Zhang Jie is upstairs with Yang Lin. In that case, I said I was also in Yang Lin's room, at most just a third wheel, better than being a pervert.

My sister asked doubtfully, "Are you really with Yang Lin and them? Isn't her boyfriend the police officer you argued with last time? Didn't he kick you out?"

I said, "Really. Isn't Yang Lin's dad a high-ranking judge at the court? I was just asking about the house."

This wasn't just me making it up; I had actually asked Yang Lin about my sister's house, but Yang Lin wasn't very interested in that kind of thing and didn't know much about the details. I told her to find out some information next time she came home. Yang Lin was completely captivated by me in bed and was very accommodating.

My sister didn't ask anything more, saying, "Alright, it's so late, you should go to sleep. You have school tomorrow."

I said, "Sister, I'll take a sick day tomorrow. I want to get the paperwork for the foundation and company done as soon as possible."

Tomorrow's newspaper will have Mayor Zhang's instructions regarding our foundation and company, so of course I need to seize the opportunity and get things done quickly. Who knows what Mayor Zhang is up to today, praising our work so highly? What if he suddenly changes his mind and doesn't support the foundation later? That would be a

real problem. So, the sooner things are done, the more at ease I'll feel. I think I'm a very pragmatic person. Although I disapprove of some things in society that rely on back channels and connections, when it comes to my own situation, I still resort to back channels and connections without hesitation. There are many things in society that are legal but unreasonable, but some things are reasonable but illegal. Regarding my foundation project, both my intentions and the potential social impact are excellent. However, due to current legal regulations, going through the normal procedures would be very troublesome. But now, things have taken a turn for the better. With Mayor Zhang's speech, going through the process tomorrow will definitely be smooth. After all, we are still in a period of "emphasizing the rule of law," not a truly law-abiding society. Power is not yet well-checked, and the will of officials still has a significant influence. This is not something I can change personally; I am simply going with the flow. Besides, I believe I have no ulterior motives and am not afraid of criticism.

My sister helped me to bed and said, "You little rascal, can't you just focus on your studies at school? Midterms are in two weeks, how's your learning going? I haven't been able to take care of you these past two days since you got injured, and you've become even more unruly, even needing Ding Ling to do your homework. Your school is so competitive, you can't let Ding Ling fall behind; she used to be one of the top students."

I said, "No, Ding Ling will definitely do even better this time."

My "little brother" is currently providing a lot of "brain-boosting" material, which will definitely benefit Ding Ling and Lin Shiyi's grades.

I sat on the bed taking off my clothes and asked my sister, "Sister, hurry up and come up too."

My sister rolled her eyes at me and said, "Go to sleep. I have to go down for my shift. I don't have your good fortune."

Suddenly, my sister stared at my neck, her face turning pale. She gritted her teeth and slapped me hard across the face: "You, where were you chatting just now?"

I covered my face, completely stunned. What was wrong with me today? I got slapped four times by Yang Lin, and now my sister rewarded me with five hundred yuan.

I followed my sister's gaze and rubbed my neck, feeling a wave of fear wash over me. Now I knew what had happened. Yang Lin was burning with lust, hugging me, kissing and biting me, his hands grabbing and pinching. He must have left some "evidence" on my neck—either a few hickeys or teeth marks. This was really bad. I had just said I was "chatting" with Yang Lin, but to have a chat like this was really hard to believe.

The older sister said coldly, "Xiaoxin, you, you explain yourself clearly, or you won't be sleeping tonight."

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