I went to their home for work and found out the client was a little girl.

When I went to the client's home for work, I discovered that the young woman
herself was a computer maintenance technician. She had previously worked for a computer company that was a city-level distributor for the Founder brand of computers. Because of her strong computer skills, the company gave her the title of after-sales service manager, which sounded nicer, but in reality, she was still a technician. It wasn't like having a manager title guaranteed a stable office job. Anyone who has worked in a computer company knows that, even fresh graduates, are given the title of engineer on their business cards. Providing after-sales service to clients frequently involves dealing with all sorts of people, and the joys and sorrows are hard to describe.

I remember it was June 2003, during the NBA Finals. While watching the live text commentary online, I received instructions from my supervisor that a friend's computer might be infected with a virus and I needed to handle it. I was so frustrated! Being able to read text was already annoying enough, but now I couldn't even read text. Some might say, "Why not just go to the client's house to watch TV?" Ah, only I know the bitterness of that! There was a guy in our company who watched NBA games, and a client complained, so his boss docked 200 yuan from his pay. Back then, a month's salary was only 600 yuan; he was heartbroken. Later, the company leadership held a meeting specifically about this, telling us to prioritize clients, have a good attitude, and not be too casual at clients' houses without a certain relationship. We need to be mindful of our manners; after all, we're university students. Frustrated as I was, work still had to be done, and life had to go on.

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

I stood frozen in the doorway. The girl across from me noticed the tool bag I was carrying, smiled, and said, "You're a computer repairman, right?"

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

The girl said, "Oh, thank you, come in. Change your slippers here and then go to that room upstairs." Then she turned around, and I vaguely saw a smile on her face as she turned away. Looking back now, it's true. She must have been praised for her beauty by many people, but I'm probably the first person to say she had a good temperament.

After changing into slippers, I looked around the room. Wow, the rooms of wealthy people are so grand! The decoration is so luxurious. I wonder if I'll ever have the chance to live in a house like that in my lifetime. Because of this thought, I used to want to find a beautiful and rich girl to be my live-in son-in-law. Hehe, I could avoid working for decades! I'm so unambitious, aren't I? Unfortunately, I'm married now, and I'll have to figure out how to live in a mansion myself. Judging from the current situation, it seems like a long way off.

I went up the stairs to the girl's room. The laptop was already on; it was a Sony.

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

I went closer to look and saw, "Why is the local connection marked with an 'X'?" I checked the network cable; it was plugged in properly. Following the cable, I saw it went from the ceiling to the balcony and then to the neighbor's. Hmm, it must be shared by a router. These days, rich people have multiple computers, and those without money use routers to share the internet cost. However, some places are already blocking shared internet access. Chinese telecom providers are despicable; I'll say a few words about that here. Although it's true that for every problem, there's a solution, there aren't many tech-savvy people. There are countless ways to bypass the restrictions online, but even the simplest solutions are still beyond the reach of some people. They have a natural awe of computers. Haha, this is where people like us come in handy. Back in the Windows 95/Windows 98 era, installing a system was something only professionals could do. Unlike now, Ghost systems are everywhere; even newbies can just throw in a CD, and it's working in ten minutes. Only when the computer is severely infected with a virus do we, the elites, have to step in. Sigh, because general computer maintenance is becoming increasingly low-skilled, our wages have always been very low, basically on par with the average wage in many places.

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

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

"Ah, pins 3 and 8 aren't lit, are they broken?" the girl asked softly.

"Hmm, pins 3 and 8 might be broken. But that's easy to fix. A network cable has 8 pins in total, but usually only pins 1, 2, 3, and 6 are used. If you can't find the fault, just make sure the wiring on both sides of any four working pins is in the same order. Now I'll check the cable." I followed the cable to the balcony, and saw that the cable at the bend on the balcony seemed to have a problem. I climbed up. (P.S. Tip: Because of the nature of network cables, I always keep one like this in my laptop bag. It uses four cores with RJ45 connectors, two connectors on one side are 568b, and one connector on the other side is 568b and one is 568a. This way, one network cable can be both a straight-through and crossover cable, saving space in the laptop bag.) Sure enough, when I picked up the network cable, it had some wear and tear. I called out to the girl, "Miss, could you please get me the scissors and black tape from that open toolbox?" Hehe, it's a habit; I always want to order around younger girls. After all, I'm the manager. But nowadays, many girls don't want to be called "Miss" anymore. Sigh, let's mourn for the word "Miss" for three seconds.

The girl turned around, found scissors and black tape in her toolbox, and handed them to me. I bent down to take them, and suddenly, I froze. I saw it! I saw it! Haha, it wasn't a wasted trip! Just this one thing alone surpasses countless NBs! Oh, sorry, it's two points, two points! I was so excited. You all guessed it, right? The girl wasn't wearing a bra. Heaven, you've been kind to me! Losing my NB might actually be a blessing in disguise. The girl's breasts looked very firm. Who can argue with that? Otherwise, without a bra, they would sag even more. In the very center of those fair breasts, two bright red nipples stood proudly. The size of her areolas was about the size of a motherboard's lithium battery, unlike the areolas of many Japanese AV actresses these days, which are beyond terrifying. My little brother instantly stood at attention within 0.1 seconds. I don't know how long I stared, and I still don't, because I never asked the question.

"What are you looking at? Aren't you going to take it?" The girl looked up, her face flushed with slight anger, probably because she had seen my lewd gaze and the tent that had just been erected above her. It was a little past 10 o'clock, and the sunlight was quite strong, so the girl hadn't looked up before. If she had, even if I had seen her, it would have been for less than half a second. Ah, I love the sun, that is, the sun. I quickly pulled my reluctant gaze away, handed over the tools with one hand, without even thinking of touching her slender hand. I gently unwrapped the network cable, reconnected the broken white-green and brown wires, and then wrapped them with black electrical tape. Done. I jumped off the balcony, aiming inwards, not outwards. Unlike those Huawei experts who land every jump perfectly, I've never heard of anyone surviving a jump from Huawei. Truly world-leading.

I walked over; the girl was opening IE, and the homepage popped up instantly. A casual glance (I really didn't mean to look, please don't hit me) revealed a visible strap mark inside her clothes. Damn, that's incredibly fast! She's dressed so quickly! I sighed. "Try it again and see if there are any problems. If not, I'm leaving," I said disappointedly. Her eyes were fixed on the screen; although she didn't speak, she seemed very tense. She tapped twice to open QQ.

I glanced at the number absentmindedly—oh my god, 998891*8! This number looked so familiar. I wondered who it belonged to. I stared at her QQ.

The girl turned around and said, "No problem, it was quick, you can go now."

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

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

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

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

Hehe, we live in the same city, but I've never met my online friend in person. Everyone knows there are just too many online friends out there these days. I'd met a few before, but after seeing so many, I got disappointed and never saw them again, not even in videos. I'd rather fantasize than be disappointed, so I haven't met any more online friends since. But this Bing'er is special. Once, when I was troubleshooting a problem on QQ, I spent too long trying to fix it, and my headset just happened to break. I directly asked for her phone number and called. Because of her pleasant voice, I even wrote a little "poem." The following is an excerpt, a doodle, please excuse my poor writing.

You, in my heart, are like a wisp of cloud in the azure sky after the rain, easily capturing my entire vision. My longing pierces the endless night sky, and your gentle words on the phone constantly linger in my lonely nights. The lingering sound makes my dreams no longer lonely. If making a wish upon a shooting star a thousand times could grant one wish, I would gladly wait under the starry sky every night.

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

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

"It's okay, you lecherous cat, I knew what you were like long ago. You got your eye candy today, so I'll wipe the slate clean of all the favors I owed you before. And don't ever say I owe you 32 meals on QQ again." Bing'er's tone was noticeably better, regaining the feeling she had on QQ.

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

"I'll report back when I'm done." I took the phone.

"Are you really being honest or just pretending? After you report, you have to go back to work. If something happens, just tell your boss you're working hard here, having to climb up and down, so it might not be over so quickly." Bing'er rolled her eyes at me.

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

"You're being so dishonest, you deserve some punishment. I'll give you a bigger dose of the medicine later. Humph! But seriously, I like to shower in the morning. I'll go shower first, then I'll cook. It's not 11 o'clock yet anyway. You can use my laptop to browse the internet." After saying that, she grabbed a nightgown from the closet and left.

Seeing that slightly transparent silver-white nightgown, my penis instantly hardened again. Damn, she reacted so quickly. My heart is racing. Luckily, she's already gone. However, I still didn't want to let her off the hook: "Hey, Bing'er, can I watch you shower?"

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

Hearing this, I immediately turned around happily, obediently sat in front of my laptop, and picked up the mouse. I checked the internet, and the NB results came out. Sigh, now I won't even have a chance to watch TV. After browsing some more web pages, I started to get bored. Suddenly, I got a little curious and wondered if there was anything interesting on the girl's computer. I clicked and clicked, but there weren't any special files in the folders—just songs, ebooks, and documents. I thought for a moment, then enabled the system's hidden files property. I looked, and under Bing'er's folder on the last drive, there was a transparent folder. "This is it," I thought.

I quickly clicked in and saw it was full of images. I thought, "You're hiding images, are they...adult content?" Hehe, do we have a common hobby? After a couple of clicks, the ACDSee software automatically opened the images.

Oh my god, mygod, a photobook! A truly seductive photobook, so revealing, it's breathtaking. I scrolled down, and...why does it look so familiar? It's all Bing'er herself. I looked through each picture with an artistic eye. The software said there were 36 pictures! Awesome! Each pose was different, and the clothes (if you can even call them that) were varied. The different poses made my heart race faster and faster. I stared intently at the notebook. The after-sales service is really good; the customer is king, and she's my king now. I looked, I looked...soon there were only 3 pictures left.

"Pretty, right? Continue." A cold voice came from behind me.

I didn't react for a moment. "Beautiful, really beautiful! Much better looking than those so-called celebrities online. Want to come and take a look?" I casually clicked "page down" and looked at two more pictures.

Then there was silence. I snapped back to reality, turned 180 degrees, and saw Bing'er's expressionless face. "Ah, Bing'er, I'm sorry, really, I was appreciating it with an absolutely artistic eye. It's very well done, very evocative."

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

Without even looking down, I knew I was wrong. I scratched my head. "A man's nature, hehe, I'm a pervert, you knew that already. Don't be angry, I'm not eating. Bye-bye!" I bent down, grabbed my toolbox, and headed for the door. Joking aside, peeping into someone's privacy can be a big deal or a small one. I did mean to be on the balcony, but it wasn't a huge offense, since she wasn't wearing a bra first. Now I've dug out her hidden things.

I'd only taken two steps past Bing'er when I heard a chuckle. "I thought you were incredibly lecherous, but it turns out you're all talk and no action. I dared to take pictures, why would I be afraid to let you see? I just don't want

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

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

Bing'er stared straight into my eyes. I looked her up and down, but didn't say a word, because I understood. It was obvious that this girl, fresh from her bath, was trying to seduce me, a young man who had just come of age. I could only feel my little brother swelling and becoming engorged; I couldn't take it anymore. I put down my toolbox, lifted my leg, and took a step forward. It was a small step for me, but a giant leap for my little brother. My hand gently, very gently, grasped Bing'er's hand. I felt her struggle slightly, but she didn't exert any force. I moved closer, sending gentle waves of electricity through my innocent, lustful eyes. Bing'er's body was trembling slightly; could it be that she felt a bit cold after washing? The thought had barely crossed my mind when my little brother below hummed, "Hurry up, she can't wait." Damn it, I don't know my little brother, you're kidding me, it's you who can't wait!

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

Suddenly, I increased the pressure of my hands, and Bing'er let out a soft moan. Her lips opened slightly, and my tongue immediately slipped inside. My tongue teased and played with Bing'er's mouth, and gradually, Bing'er's lowered hands reached for my back. I used both my hands and mouth; a lecherous man doesn't act like a gentleman, only using words and not hands. Bing'er's tongue wasn't going to be idle either, and began to intertwine with mine. Just kissing wasn't enough, of course; the real show was about to begin. As I did it, I thought of scenes from adult films; this porn was too unreliable. My hands should find plenty of use. I slipped my hands inside her pajamas and slowly rose, touching her lower back and back. They kept kissing, just with ever-changing techniques.

Slowly, slowly, my right hand gently moved from her back to her chest, suddenly grasping her entire breast firmly, just the right size to hold in my hand. After three light squeezes, I used the first three fingers of my hand, which I timed three seconds before pinching her nipple and gently stroking it. Soon, Bing'er's nipple hardened. I kissed and caressed her as I moved closer to the bed, and Bing'er cooperated. My mouth and hands left where we had just been, reaching for the strap of Bing'er's nightgown, pulling it gently without any unnecessary movement. Bing'er's hands also reached for my clothes, though her face was still flushed. Bing'er's movements as she unbuttoned her clothes were clumsy, and I naturally couldn't waste time; that would mean wasting my life! One hand remained on her breast, repeatedly pinching her nipple, while the other caressed her buttocks. Summer clothes are so nice, though Bing'er was slow, she still managed to take off all my clothes. But when she took off my underwear, seeing my firm erection, her face turned very red, quite alluring.

I picked Bing'er up and placed her on the Simmons bed; her pajamas were still on, just unbuttoned. Bing'er covered her face and genitals with her hands, which made my little brother even more aroused. Since that's the case, I'll start this battle with her breasts. My left hand reached towards Bing'er's right breast, repeating the action my left hand had just performed—practice makes perfect. My mouth aimed at Bing'er's left nipple, kissing it with my lips and gently with my teeth. Bing'er's hand left her face, and her moans grew louder. A girl's moans are the most beautiful notes in the world, especially since Bing'er's voice was already very beautiful.

My left hand left its resting place and reached towards Bing'er's lower body to open up a new battlefield. My left hand slid over her pubic hair; the feeling was truly different. If it were hair, it would look similar, but the feeling in my hand would be worlds apart. Of course, pubic hair is just an embellishment; without it, a girl always seems a bit off. (PS: This is just my personal opinion; the world is a big place, and there are all kinds of people. Some people like pubic hair.) Just as my fingers touched the ends of her pubic hair, accompanied by a "No!", my hand was grabbed. Hmm, I've experienced this before; it's always like this in movies and novels—the last forbidden zone, after all. I used my teeth, adding thirty percent more force, to bite Bing'er's nipple hard. After a deeply pleasurable moan, the restraint on my left hand disappeared. My middle finger touched her clitoris, working tirelessly on that little protrusion. Bing'er's moans grew louder, and I became increasingly aroused. My left hand touched her labia, already overflowing with moisture. Ah, summer's heat makes it easy to flood!

I sat up; I couldn't hold back any longer. My little brother needed a harbor. Bing'er clearly needed one too; her face was flushed, but I had no time to admire her. I picked up my manhood, aimed it at the entrance, and thrust forward. The gun was halfway in, seemingly encountering some resistance. Suddenly, I felt a jolt throughout my body—oh my god! No, why, dear viewers, how can I face the Central Committee, how can I face the people? I ejaculated, yes, you read that right, my penis hadn't even started fighting yet, it was only halfway in when I ejaculated. Why? Why?

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

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

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

Bing'er threw the toilet paper into the tissue box. Ugh, she clearly never played basketball; the force and trajectory were all wrong. Watching the paper fall onto the wooden floor, Bing'er stuck out her tongue and pulled off her pajamas. Then she lowered herself, picked up my limp weapon, and put it in her mouth. Oh, my god, that feels so good. Bing'er actually gave me oral sex. What did she just say? "It's your first time too, right?" What does that mean? She's a virgin. Although she seems to know a lot, she probably learned it all from the internet. Look at CGX, he's trained countless masters. In front of this epoch-making, iconic figure, predecessors like Ximen Qing are no longer mentioned. CGX, once every thousand years, will cultivate countless bed elites. His spirit, like his sausages, will be immortal.

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

"No, it's better to be like you. The saying 'three wives' is perfectly embodied in you. Let me serve you too. I'm a professional after-sales service provider, and I'm also the manager. I'll even manage your period." (ps: "Three wives" means a lady in the living room, a cook in the dining room, and a slut in the bedroom.) I laid Bing'er down, and then the classic 6-9 position came into play. This is a great invention in the history of human reproduction, if it can be called an invention, because without the internet, many people might only know the missionary position their whole lives.

I turned around, knelt down, and gently parted Bing'er's labia with my hands. Bing'er was truly a masterpiece of nature; her red labia still held the traces of her previous lovemaking, which seemed to make my little brother hard again. I licked it down; after all, that's how it's done in porn. My little brother entered a good place. Bing'er and I moved our mouths incessantly, both of us clearly feeling intense pleasure. My little brother regained his strength, becoming harder and harder, and under the skillful movements of my tongue, Bing'er's lovemaking flowed more and more, my tongue tasting more and more salty. I thought the time was ripe to switch to a strategic offensive. I raised my head, and Bing'er's mouth, sensing my movements, left my little brother.

Okay, next step, turn around, pick up the weapon, aim at the target and thrust, still there was resistance, oh, it must be the hymen. Be gentle, be gentle, I'm very gentle with women. But being gentle wouldn't solve the problem. After struggling for half a minute, I said to Bing'er, "I'll increase the pressure. If it hurts, tell me, and I'll stop."

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

I quickly stopped. Bing'er said, "It's okay. I heard it hurts the first time. Just bear with it." I nodded, applied more pressure to my penis, and with another painful "Ah" from Bing'er, I thrust in all the way. I stopped, looked at Bing'er, and under her reassuring gaze, I began to thrust. Of course, as a modern young man deeply influenced by pornography and erotic books, I at least knew the "nine shallow, one deep" technique. So, I used this technique, watching Bing'er's expression as I went. Women are truly beautiful at times like this. The sounds of moans, like heavenly music, filled my ears, and the woman's dazed eyes filled my vision. After more than ten minutes of piston-like thrusting, since Bing'er's "Peach Blossom Spring" was being opened to the public for the first time, my little brother wasn't very flexible in the tightly sealed water curtain. As the pleasure intensified, I quickly forgot about the shallow and deep thrusts and increased my pace. At this moment, Bing'er's moans grew louder and her eyes more and more glazed; I didn't care whether the neighbors could hear. After a few more thrusts, my little brother felt a warmth; I thought Bing'er must have reached her climax. I couldn't hold back any longer and finally ejaculated again, thrusting a few more times as I did so.

Then I pulled out my weapon, noticing faint traces of blood on it. I lay down, holding Bing'er, gently stroking her nipples. We were facing each other, and I felt my mouth go dry; Bing'er probably felt the same.

"Is it comfortable?" I asked with a wicked grin.

"Mmm, the feeling is indescribable, just so comfortable, so very comfortable," Bing'er whispered in my ear. "Why didn't you dare watch me shower earlier, you're so audacious?"

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

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

"Well, it's because you seduced me later. You're so sexy; if I were afraid of death, wouldn't you be heartbroken if you couldn't seduce me? I just considered it a good deed, doing a nice thing." I started to get carried away.

"Don't be like that!" Bing'er's coquettish words made my whole body melt.

I kissed Bing'er and said, "I want to do it again, shall we do it again?" An Lushan's hand then reached for Bing'er's firm breasts.

"You're still up to something?" Bing'er's hand touched my penis. "It's so soft, and you can still regain your strength? How did you get so bold just now, daring to treat me like that? Aren't you afraid I'll accuse you of rape?"

I grinned wickedly. "Even a swallow can swim three times, so why can't I rise up and enter the palace three times? Do you think I'm the Chinese national football team? Come on, let's fight for another three hundred rounds without a problem. Have you ever heard of the Eight Steps of a Villain?"

"The Eight Steps of a Villain? I've only heard of the Eight Legions of the Heavenly Dragon. What is the Eight Steps of a Villain?" Bing'er looked puzzled.

I placed my hand on Bing'er's breast, enjoying its softness. "A morally upright rogue summarized eight steps of rape for us lecherous wolves to discuss academically. First, during rape, one generally needs to subdue the woman, as follows:

Step 1: Turn the woman over, so she's lying on her back. Because of the position, this position is easy for a man to use!

Step 2: Mount the woman, this is to prevent your private parts from being hit by her knees, and put her hands under her waist. You might ask me what to do if the woman pulls her hands out? Don't worry, see step 3.

Step 3: Use one hand (of course, if you're not strong, two hands are also fine)..." (Use a chokehold) to pin the woman's neck and trachea. Be careful not to be too tense, as this could be fatal. This is crucial. The goal is to force the woman to press her body down on her hands; once her neck is pinned, her hands won't easily free themselves. It also prevents her from screaming.

Fourth step: Be careful with verbal threats; for example, "You bitch, you fucking want to die? I'll strangle you right now, so behave yourself, and I'll let you go. Move if you don't want to die!!!" This is psychological warfare. Never use it first; use it when she's struggling. If this psychological attack is effective, the woman's resistance will weaken!

Fifth step: Be careful to unbutton the woman's pants and clothes. During this process, it's crucial to intimidate her. Women often try to be playful at this point, so pay close attention to her hands and movements; don't let your guard down. Otherwise, you'll suffer the consequences!

Sixth step: If you've successfully completed the first five steps, the woman will usually clamp her legs together. This isn't difficult. You're currently straddling her; lean forward and gently press down between her legs with the knee of one of your legs. It's effortless; one of your legs will be between her thighs. Because the woman's legs exert force horizontally, while your knee exerts downward force, she can't clamp them together.

Seventh step: Continue the movement by inserting your other leg between her thighs... Between her legs, then it's time to pull out your weapon. Most women, seeing their legs clamped shut fail, will naturally struggle fiercely. Remember, at this moment, use verbal threats and punitive attacks. Don't rush to insert it. If that doesn't work, slap her to subdue her! Note that it's best to hit her face, ears, and temples; never hit her eyes, it could be fatal!

Step Eight: Of course, it's time to start inserting!

At this point, women usually cry after realizing their struggles are useless. When they cry, their willpower is generally lower. But some women are very calm, or continue to resist. Be careful, you must slap them, hit their mouths. Subduing them is the first priority, otherwise you won't be able to rape them properly!" I laughed smugly.

"Tch, just talking nonsense. Bragging doesn't cost anything, I don't believe you dare, I'll castrate you!" Bing'er squeezed my penis hard.

Someone actually said I was too scared, so after some stroking, we started our battle again. I wasn't alone; I wasn't fighting alone. For convenience, I carried Bing'er to the bathroom to continue our battle.

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

Later, Bing'er got back together with me, but less than six months later, we separated because my family immigrated to Canada, and we only kept in touch on QQ. Bing'er said that if she came back, she would definitely come to find me no matter where I was.

"Where did you go?" Bing'er's face was full of worry as she searched every possible hiding place.

Time ticked by, and from my hiding place in the tree, I watched the anger slowly build on Bing'er's face. I knew the time was ripe; if I didn't show myself soon, I'd be in deep trouble. I gently climbed down the tree, let out a soft "Ah!", and hugged Bing'er from behind.

Bing'er trembled slightly. "I'm very angry right now, and the consequences will be severe."

I knew that Bing'er was actually a very good person; even when she was angry, it never took me more than three minutes to coax her. "Can't you not go to Canada? We've only been together for less than six months. Am I really not worth your time?" I asked, clinging to my last hope.

"Let's not talk about this, okay? We're really not right for each other. I've said it so many times; we're both too immature. If one day I miss you, I'll come back to you, okay?" Bing'er's words were always so gentle.

"Sigh, I just can't convince you. Maybe all your friends are so outstanding, and besides being a bit of a ladies' man, I really don't have any outstanding qualities." I said sadly, tilting my head slightly forward and gently biting Bing'er's right ear.

"Hmm, ah," Bing'er's ears were always so sensitive. "No, there are so many people here. We came here to climb the mountain. Weren't you satisfied last night?" Bing'er tilted her head to the left and, with a burst of strength, broke free from my embrace. She grabbed my hand. "Let's go, let's go to that mountain peak."

"Wow, the summit is so far away!" I protested.

Fortunately, the heavens were kind; the sun wasn't shining brightly, it remained hidden behind the clouds, watching over all living beings. Two hours later, we stood atop Mount Jiuhua.

"Ahhhhhh, ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh, hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo!" We roared with joy on the summit; the feeling of reaching the top was exhilarating.

After a series of howls, we sat hand in hand on a large rock nearby. A gentle breeze wafted by, carrying Bing'er's unique fragrance, and my heart skipped a beat. "Bing'er, sitting on this rock, I suddenly remembered a riddle from a wise man. Do you want to guess it?"

"You lecherous cat, what kind of riddle could you possibly come up with? It'll definitely be something lewd," Bing'er teased.

"You know me so well," I said, my fingers fidgeting restlessly in Bing'er's hand. "The riddle is this: A man is sitting naked on a rock. What four-character idiom does this represent?"

Bing'er rested her head on my shoulder, thought for a moment, and said, "Tell me, I can't think of one."

"Like throwing an egg against a rock." I guided Bing'er's hand to my genitals and touched it to the rock. Bing'er chuckled and moved it away. "One more: Two men are sitting naked on a rock. What four-character idiom does this represent?"

Although Bing'er seemed to be trying very hard, she wasn't as talented as me. After thinking for a long time, she was speechless.

"Hehe, you only realize how little you know when you need it. The answer is 'killing two birds with one stone.'" As usual, I pressed Bing'er's hand on my penis for two seconds. "Looks like you're no good with men. Here's a woman's answer. A woman is sitting naked on a rock. Guess the four-character idiom."

This was such a difficult question. I thought about the answer for several seconds before I understood it. When Bing'er asked me to tell her, I said, "Lose sight of the bigger picture." Then I used my invincible hand to touch Bing'er's genitals. "Small genitals," I said, then patted the rock and said, "The rock is big, so this is losing sight of the bigger picture."

"You pervert!" Bing'er punched me with both hands. "Then are there two women sitting naked on the rock?"

"According to the search engine's rules, if you're unsure about domestic matters, ask Baidu; if you're unsure about foreign matters, ask Google; if you're unsure about sex, ask Tianya. I'm not ashamed to ask, and the result is that they're not sitting on a rock. The two naked beauties are embracing each other, something you can buy in a supermarket, guess?" I touched Bing'er's breast as a hint.

Bing'er stared at the sky, her eyes darting around, but she clearly couldn't articulate what she was being told.

"Now that I've given you a hint, if you can't figure it out, do you skip it or call for help?" I always thought the teamwork between these little girls was boring enough, but it works quite well in this context. Sigh, when will variety shows have someone like Wu Zongxian who can act like this?

"You want me to ask someone for this? You're asking for a beating!" Bing'er raised her fist and waved it in front of me. "I'm not skipping it, you tell me the answer."

"It's 'Soy Milk'," Bing'er blurted out before I could finish, still throwing her fist at me.

"Hmm, not too slow to figure it out, but it doesn't necessarily have to be two naked beauties to 'Soy Milk,' a man and a woman can do it too. Do you want to try?" "

No. Are all you men this lecherous? Are there any others?" You all heard that, right? On one hand, you say we men are lecherous, and on the other hand, you want it yourselves.

"Okay, one last one. The riddle is 500 men, what sport is it?" There are too many of these kinds of riddles; it's not good for girls to hear too much of them, it might lead to too many associations.

Bing'er turned to lean against me, and when I leaned back, her head landed on my lap. "You figured it out?" I teased.

"Get lost, my brain isn't as filthy as yours, I can't think of anything." Bing'er closed her eyes, enjoying the gentle breeze on her face.

"I thought you'd finally figured it out, that you were close to the answer. It's similar to a man sitting naked; a man has two little balls down there, and 500 of them would be 1000 balls—lead balls." I continued, placing my hands on Bing'er's breasts. "Of course, you women also have two balls up there, and 500 women could become a thousand balls." No man would place his hands on your breasts and remain motionless, and I was no exception.

"Now I finally understand the poet's feeling of standing atop the highest peak, looking down on all the mountains below, and seeing the world as small when climbing Mount Tai." I increased the force and trajectory of my hands on Bing'er's breasts. "I am now on your summit, overlooking all the mountains, and they will appear extremely small." My first impression of Bing'er was that she was within reach. After nearly half a year of massage and exercise, she is now noticeably different, reaching a point where her breasts are magnificent and incredibly alluring. Therefore, national fitness is truly necessary; masturbation strengthens the body, and fantasizing strengthens the nation!

I had carefully observed the surrounding environment beforehand, confirming that there were no minors nearby, nor any ticketed spectators. Bing'er was wearing a pink top and a knee-length pink skirt. I moved my left hand gradually upwards from Bing'er's abdomen, while my right hand remained on her right breast through her clothing. "Bing'er, Chinese literature is truly amazing! I'll recite a poem, supposedly written by Chen Duxiu, called 'Ode to Breasts.' His writing is brilliant, passionate, melodious, and has a lingering charm, leaving us younger generations far behind." Without waiting for Bing'er's response or listening to her soft moans, I began to recite with measured intonation: "Breasts

, also known as milk, are the parts of a woman's breasts. They come in twos, one on the left and one on the right. They begin in adolescence and mature in late sixteen. Hidden by day, they shine at night. They are called 'Milk,' 'Bobo,' 'Twin Peaks,' 'Flower Chamber.' Since ancient times, beauties have vied for this place, and heroes have sought its gentle embrace. What is its color? The ice and snow of deep winter. What is its texture? The new cotton of early summer. What is its taste? The peaches and plums of spring." What is her appearance like? Her eyes shimmer with autumn light. In motion, she's like a timid jade rabbit. At rest, she's like a languid white dove. High and swaying, fleshy and delicate, pink and fresh. She steals men's souls and arouses women's desires. I lower my weary head to explore your twin jade peaks. Like a ship entering harbor, or an old man returning home. Shedding the cold wind and rain, I plunge into a vast, warm ocean. Deeply moved, gently swaying, intoxicated, soaring.

A junior expert, who was first in the entire school in both debate and recitation, summarized several key points for recitation:

1. Recite without a script. -- In that scene, I certainly didn't have a third hand holding the script; I had to remove my mask.

2. When reciting, maintain eye contact with the audience, but don't let your gaze wander or drift. Continuously reinforce the emotion in your mind; this will also resonate with others through your eyes. -- When I recited, I focused intently, completely absorbed, and absolutely didn't look around. My emotion was already as deep as the Pacific Ocean, even without being overly focused. Bing'er, however, was enjoying herself with her eyes closed, oblivious to my lecherous gaze.

3. The content you recite should suit you. Avoid reciting in a gruff voice or using romantic language. Simply put, boys can recite pieces like "Man Jiang Hong," conveying a sense of power and courage. Girls can recite more lyrical, gentle, and subtle pieces. -- When I recited, I did so with a powerful and courageous spirit, and the content was perfectly suited to me.

4. Emotion is very important. You must understand the content of the poem you find so you can experience the emotions within. Read it with intonation and rhythm, avoiding a flat tone; this is how you express emotion. -- My emotions have overflowed to the point of being uncontrollable; I understand the poem's content thoroughly.

5. Use some hand gestures, but not too exaggerated or large. Clenching your fist in front of your chest is generally appropriate for expressing boldness. It's best not to stand still and look like a stone statue. -- I used many hand gestures at the time, not exaggerated, but the amplitude gradually increased. I was clenching my fist repeatedly in front of Bing'er's chest, all while sitting on a stone.

6. You can speak loudly to wow the audience. Many people don't appreciate the emotion but prefer the volume. Speaking loudly not only creates a powerful presence but also earns you more points. --At that time, not only was I loud, but Bing'er also became more and more unrestrained, and her moans grew louder and louder. I don't know how far the sound could reach, but if there were any listeners, the impression score would definitely be okay.

7. Lastly, don't be stage-frightened!!! --At that time and in that scene, would there be any man in the world who would be stage-frightened?

Well, that's what I did at that time. "It's so open here, what if someone bumps into me?" Bing'er was still conscious.

I released Anlushan's claws, lifted Bing'er up, and then pulled her to stand side by side. I began to coax her gently, "Look at us, we're so high up here, with a panoramic view. It would take the person at the very front at the bottom at least an hour to get up. In this situation, if we don't do something, how can we face all the spectators who came to climb the mountain?"

"I'm afraid, what if someone sees me? I'll jump!" Bing'er straightened her clothes; a woman's IQ is still quite high when she's sober.

"Well then, let's review history and look to the future. First of all, more people means more strength. How many people do we need? Only make love! Strength increases with regular exercise. Then there's the reform and opening up, which is about one central task." I bent down and, with lightning speed, slipped my right hand under Bing'er's skirt and touched her vulva through her underwear. Then, I reached up and grabbed her breasts with both hands in a dragon claw motion. "Two basic points. This is obvious, needless to say. In the 1990s, the 'Three Tables' theory, which aimed to maintain the CCP's advanced nature, arose from the three most poetic and picturesque charms of women. Therefore, it can be said that the governing philosophies of our country have always been inherited and developed on the theoretical foundation of previous leaders. In this regard, our country has seen the emergence of many Bolshevik revolutionaries who sacrificed their lives for this ideal." For example, on June 12, 2000, in Ningbo City, Zhejiang Province, a young couple had an affair in a car in the garage of a real estate company, but both died from carbon monoxide poisoning. On July 30, 2003, in Hangzhou City, Zhejiang Province, a male vice president of a bank's Yuyao branch and a female vice president of another bank's Yuyao branch died together in a car on the evening of the 23rd. The car was parked in Zhang's garage at the time, and the Yuyao police concluded that the two died of carbon monoxide poisoning. On July 7, 2004, in a garage in the Muxiyuan community of Pucheng County, Fujian Province, the naked bodies of a man and a woman were found in a pickup truck. It was confirmed that the two had been discussing revolutionary work in the garage a few days earlier, closing the roller shutter door and turning on the air conditioning, causing the vehicle's exhaust to release a large amount of carbon monoxide, leading to their deaths. People died from carbon monoxide poisoning. On August 7, 2004, an accident occurred in a garage in a community in Anshan, Liaoning Province, where a man and a woman died inside a sedan with the air conditioning on. Police determined the cause of death to be carbon monoxide poisoning. On July 13, 2005, in a garage at a retired cadre activity center of a Hubei provincial government unit on Bayi Road in Wuchang, a man and a woman were found dead, naked, inside a Buick sedan. Analysis indicated they died from carbon monoxide poisoning. On December 31, 2005, in a garage in the Jinxiu Southeast Community of the Jingyuetan Tourism Economic Development Zone in Changchun, Jilin Province, a man and a woman were found dead, half-naked, embracing each other, inside a black Audi sedan parked in the garage. On June 1, 2006, two mummified bodies were found inside a luxury SUV parked in a community garage in Hancheng City, Shanxi Province. The deceased were a female business owner and her male driver. The cause of death was carbon monoxide poisoning. On June 30, 2007, Xu Xinxian, the Party Secretary of Qingliangfeng Town, Lin'an County, Hangzhou, and a women's federation cadre surnamed Pan, were found dead, naked, in their car while discussing revolutionary work. On February 26, 2008, Bu, a male teacher at Bantangpu Hope Secondary Vocational School in Yuetang District, Xiangtan City, and Xiao Peng, a female student in the school's mold-making class, were found dead, naked, in the bathroom of Bu's rented apartment while discussing their studies. On June 5, 2008, Ms. Yu, a female cadre of the Hubei Provincial Public Security County Local Taxation Bureau, and a deputy director of the county's Audit Bureau were found dead, naked, in a car while researching global warming. They left naked, just as they came naked; they waved goodbye lightly, taking nothing with them. Although we are not Party members, there is no distinction between first and last in revolutionary work! The key word in revolutionary work is "do," and for this lofty ideal, countless "elites" have sacrificed their young lives. They are our role models, our eternal model workers. I clenched my fist and waved it forcefully in front of Bing'er, my face filled with determination. In the words of netizens: As a woman with a dry crotch, one should first reach into the skin, lift the skirt, grab the wetness, and rush in, making the testicles strong and erect, so as to satisfy the masses and reassure the lewd people! To bring 'glory' to the country!!!

"Do you want to die? How dare you say that? How many heads do you have? I'm going to report you!" Bing'er whispered in my ear with a half-smile.

"Stopping the car to admire the maple forest at dusk, the frosted leaves are redder than February flowers." You've learned Du Fu's poem in elementary school, right? It's about two people who, upon arriving at a maple forest and finding the scenery delightful, stopped the car to make love, resulting in a lot of bleeding. The virgin's blood flowed through the maple leaves, making them redder than February flowers. So, we can't let this opportunity given to us by heaven slip by. A gentle breeze is blowing, and so many spectators are below us. How can we not do something to them?" I gazed affectionately at Bing'er.

"Hmm, sounds exciting. Anyway, I'm leaving the day after tomorrow, so what's a little death?" Having had two previous experiences with outdoor sex, Bing'er let go of her inhibitions.

"Okay, I'll make sure you have a blast." The revolutionary work atop Jiuhua Mountain began. Before I could finish speaking, I turned Bing'er around to face me, lowered my head slightly, and quickly kissed her lips. Although I had tasted Bing'er's lips countless times in the past six months, I still enjoyed kissing her. I don't know why, but Bing'er's lips felt a little icy to the touch.

My kiss received a passionate response from Bing'er. After our first few awkward kisses, Bing'er asked me for advice on how to kiss, so we searched online together on the spot.

A kiss is not just a simple touch between lips; the skillful use of the lips, tongue, and teeth is the key to a good kiss.

There are four types of beginner kisses:

a light kiss: lightly touching the other person's lips with your own, like a bird pecking.

Licking kiss: Lick your partner's upper and lower lips with your tongue, letting them feel the sensation of your taste buds. Make sure there's enough saliva; a dry lick will feel uncomfortable.

Biting kiss: Gently bite your partner's lips with your teeth, but don't bite too hard to avoid injury!

Sucking kiss: Gently suck on your partner's lips; you can lightly apply your own saliva to their lips and then suck it clean.

There are also four intermediate kissing techniques:

Pushing kiss: Insert your tongue into your partner's mouth and let your tongues push against each other. Men should use less force to avoid hurting women; this mutual pushing kiss can create pleasure.

Tongue-sucking kiss: Enclose your partner's tongue with your lips and gently suck on the tip. The movements should be slow and gentle, not rushed.

Gum kiss: Exploring the inside and outside of your partner's teeth and gums with your tongue to stimulate the oral mucosa. The movements should be careful, slow, and gentle, somewhere between touching and not touching, to create a special sense of intimacy.

Sliding kiss: Licking the inside of your partner's tongue with the tip of your tongue, sliding from the inside out. Tongue-licking kiss: Both partners lick each other's tongues, mainly using the tips of their tongues, without using their lips.

There are five advanced kisses:

Chewing kiss: Biting your partner's tongue, as if you want to swallow it; be careful not to use too much force, it's just a pretense. Imagine your partner's tongue is something delicious, biting, licking, and sucking as if you want to swallow it.

Rhythmic kiss: Using your tongue, rhythmically circling your partner's tongue tip in their mouth, licking in a circular motion.

Deep Throat Kiss: Deeply licking and pressing the tongue into the partner's throat is a possessive and domineering kiss; it's quite uncomfortable, but some people enjoy it.

Passionate Kiss: Enveloping the partner's tongue in your mouth with your own, swirling and turning it around, using unrestrained movements to increase pleasure. While somewhat rough, it's quite challenging and an essential skill for experienced kissers.

Sweet Spring Kiss: Using the tongue to transfer your saliva into your partner's mouth while your lips meet, and then sucking on their saliva. Suitable for loving and healthy couples, the saliva will feel like a precious elixir, unique in the world.

To test these truths, she and I practiced them one by one. But there are actually many more ways to kiss than just these. Kissing is a mutual act, but it's not limited to the lips. Any part of the other person's body can be your object of kissing. You have to kiss their entire body and find all their erogenous zones to truly master the art. After many tireless explorations, I discovered about ten sensitive spots on Bing'er's ears, collarbone, nipples, genitals, inner thighs, fingers, and toes. I've tried that with enough effort, I can bring her to orgasm without kissing her genitals.

Of course, once we reached that level of kissing, the kissing time became less frequent. I quickly moved my tongue to Bing'er's earlobe, a very sensitive spot for her. After only two kisses, "Mmm—oh—" Bing'er's moan rang out. My hands seized the opportunity to move Bing'er's top up, and Bing'er cooperated by raising her arms high. I easily took off Bing'er's top and threw it on the stone. It's winter now, and it's really not very cold. After taking off her outer clothes, Bing'er was only wearing a bra. Bing'er still has good taste. What caught my eye was a purple semi-transparent lace bra on Bing'er's body. The barely visible breasts and nipples made my weapon even harder. The order of undressing, whether in adult films or Category III films, is almost always outerwear first, then pants, leaving the bikini area for last. It's less common to strip the top off first and then the bottom. I guess I can't escape this pattern either, but this time I didn't touch Bing'er's skirt because I believe that in a field setting, having some equipment is beneficial for a quick reaction in case of an enemy. For example, with Bing'er dressed like this, in an unexpected situation, she could simply grab her sweater and put it on, basically solving the problem of wardrobe malfunction within three seconds. As for my wardrobe malfunction problem, hahaha, I'll just suffer a little loss :lol :, is there any problem? My nimble tongue slowly kissed Bing'er's collarbone. While Bing'er enjoyed it, her hands were also busy, unbuttoning my shirt one button at a time from top to bottom, and soon my nipples were exposed.

When I was reciting "The Ode to Breasts" earlier, I had only moved my bra up, but now that it was time for the final assault, I naturally couldn't let an item that concealed my breasts dangle in front of me any longer. I slipped my hands behind Bing'er's back and gently unhooked her bra. I placed my left hand to the side, and the bra fell freely onto a rock. It's good to have a big rock; throwing clothes on the ground is never very clean. My right hand gently pressed against Bing'er's left breast, and as I felt a soft sensation, I also felt Bing'er's noticeably faster heartbeat. My mouth continued down to Bing'er's right breast, first gently sucking the nipple a few times, then biting it with my teeth, gradually increasing the pressure, while my right hand massaged the left nipple with more force. I tried to avoid biting her when I was extremely excited, lest I lose control and cause her any problems. Bing'er was clearly unable to resist a gentleman who used both hands and mouth simultaneously, making continuous "ooh ooh ah ah mmm" sounds. I was immersed in Bing'er's breasts, switching positions between my hands and mouth every now and then, sometimes using both hands together, my head leaving the controlled area to admire Bing'er's flushed face and her breasts that I could never tire of looking at. As for the description of exquisite breasts, there is Su Dongpo's poem to attest to it: "

Viewed horizontally, they are ridges; viewed from the side, they are peaks;

near and far, high and low, each is different."

"I cannot see the true face of Rushan,

for I am in the mountain myself."

This remarkably apt poem was written by Su Dongpo, a pioneer of the revolution. However, because he was at the Xilin Temple on Mount Lu, surrounded by some hypocritical fellows, this excellent poem was misinterpreted. Of course, he wasn't the only one with such talent; later, Wang Wei wrote a similarly erotic poem with a rather vivid imagery. "

From afar, the mountain is colorful (Rushan is mainly red and black),

up close, the water is silent (even close up, one cannot hear the sound of flowing erotic water), spring has gone, but the flowers remain (spring has ended, but the chrysanthemums are still there), people come, but the birds are not startled." (The bird won't be startled by a woman's approach.) Gradually, Bing'er's moans grew louder and louder, and suddenly she pushed me away. Although we'd fought dozens of times in the past six months, often using techniques we'd learned, I knew exactly what was about to happen. Bing'er understood the true meaning of giving and taking; she hurriedly pulled down my outer pants, oh, and my underwear too. Instantly, the veins on my most dangerous weapon, my third point, were exposed to the sunlight. Bing'er took a bottle of Coca-Cola from her bag on the rock, opened the cap, and gradually poured a little Coca-Cola from the base of my weapon to the tip. At the glans, Bing'er skillfully pulled back the foreskin covering the base of the glans, poured some Coca-Cola on it, and gently cleaned it with her hand. Because we often didn't shower before making love, Bing'er came up with a great idea. Coca-Cola not only cleanses, but also reduces odor and saltiness during oral sex, making it more palatable for the person performing oral sex and more enjoyable for the recipient. I praised Bing'er's ingenuity, so we always kept a bottle of Coca-Cola handy when we were together, which we could also use to quench our thirst after making love. We also tried Sprite, Red Bull, and other drinks, but because Bing'er felt the best from Coca-Cola, it became our designated drink for sex. Perhaps the first time is the most important experience for a woman. Considering how much money Wanglaoji (a popular herbal tea brand) has made, I hope I don't overdo it and cause any problems. I've always approached masturbation with the spirit of "what's lost can be regained," giving it my all. Before Bing'er, the only way to satisfy my physical needs was through masturbation. Although each time it was hundreds of millions of times, it wasn't difficult to get my hands wet from masturbation; what was difficult was getting my whole bed wet. Bing'er

sat on the rock, grabbed her breasts with both hands, squeezed them against my penis, and then released them. In the past, Bing'er would occasionally watch porn with me to learn advanced sexual techniques from abroad. She even tried breast sex, but after one pleasurable experience, I stopped letting her do it. My heart ached. Doing it like that puts too much pressure on the breasts, exhausting the man's essence. It's fine at first, but once the stimulation decreases, it becomes very difficult. And the woman doesn't gain anything from this move. Therefore, I resolutely sealed this "breast-against-weapon" tactic in the museum. From then on, before making love, Bing'er always stopped short, polite first, then forceful. Bing'er poured some Coca-Cola into her mouth, then lowered her head and took my powerful weapon into her mouth. Sucking, sucking, licking, touching, rubbing, biting—every move was captivating. While enjoying it, looking down at the masses below, I felt a surge of pride.

"Bing'er, let me first explain to you what 'drawing the sword' means. In ancient times, when scholars and poets encountered rivals in brothels, no matter how strong their opponents were, even if they were the greatest swordsman in the world, they would still take off their pants and draw their precious swords to compete for the title of courtesan, even if they lost to their opponents. That is the spirit of 'drawing the sword'!"

"Facts have proven that a party with a fine tradition often possesses the fertile ground for cultivating heroes. Heroes or outstanding swordsmen tend to emerge collectively rather than individually. The reason is simple: they are influenced by the same tradition, developing similar character and temperament. For example, as I mentioned earlier, our party has produced countless heroes who donated sperm for the country. Every party has its own tradition. What is tradition? Tradition is a kind of character, a kind of temperament. This tradition and character are determined by the character and temperament of the founder when the party was established; he gave it..." This party has been infused with a soul, and from this day forward, regardless of the passage of time or changes in personnel, this party's soul will live on forever! (PS: It is said that Chen Duxiu founded the Communist Party of China after being expelled from Peking University for soliciting prostitutes. What is this? This is our party's soul! We have waged a twenty-two-year armed struggle, gradually growing from weak to strong. What has our party relied on? We have relied on this party's soul, we have relied on the fighting will of the vast number of commanders and fighters within our party! Even when outnumbered and surrounded, we dare to draw our swords! We dare to fight until not a single sperm remains!)

"One sentence: In a narrow encounter, the brave prevail! The spirit of 'Bright Sword' is the soul of our sect! Wherever the sword points, nothing can stand in its way!!!" I was discussing swordsmanship atop Mount Jiuhua, my spirits soaring. But Bing'er's ventriloquism had reached a level of consummate skill. After I finished speaking, I let out a few low growls, leaving some mischievous creatures in Bing'er's mouth. I pulled the sword from her lips, and some lives that had just heard my swordsmanship were forever left on the summit of Mount Jiuhua. Bing'er casually picked up a Coca-Cola, first cleaning her mouth, then using her hand to wash the tip of my temporarily lowered sword.

Without a word, Bing'er put down the Coca-Cola. Le took my sword into her mouth again, and in just a few moments, it regained its brilliance, shimmering in the sunlight (due to the Coca-Cola). I pulled the sword from Bing'er's mouth, laid my clothes on the stone, and gently set Bing'er down. I knelt down and lifted Bing'er's skirt, revealing the lace, semi-transparent purple camisole she was wearing underneath. Oh, it was a matching set; the dark forest was clearly visible from the outside. I gently parted Bing'er's legs with my hands, rubbing her genitals through the camisole. The camisole was already wet, so I knew I didn't need to use a liner anymore. I removed Bing'er's sexy camisole.

I started kissing her from her toes, enjoying the girl's moans; no music in the world could compare. I kissed her, then her calves, her thighs, until I reached Bing'er's genitals. Although I had explored her many times, her vulva still shone with a vibrant red. I could only describe it with one phrase: "This vulva is heavenly; such a kiss is rare on earth." My tongue appeared and disappeared between Bing'er's labia and her clitoris, sucking, licking, touching, rubbing, and biting. Bing'er's vaginal fluids increased; hmm, Bing'er's spring water was a little salty.

I found a Coca-Cola can, took a big gulp, and blew it forcefully into Bing'er's vagina. Her delicate body trembled, and a soft "Ah!" escaped her lips, utterly captivating. I placed Bing'er's legs on my shoulders, parted her labia with my hands, and inserted my tongue into her vagina, stirring it inside. Bing'er responded with heavenly moans and provided my tongue with plenty of saliva. As my tongue moved, Bing'er gripped the back of my head tightly with both hands. Suddenly, a series of rapid sounds accompanied by rapid trembling accompanied her orgasm. My tongue left Bing'er's vagina, and I saw drops of vaginal fluid flowing from her genitals.

I took out my usual "battle item"—a condom—from the backpack on the rock. What brand? Certainly not CCTV-1. In 2006, Li Zhenyong, a businessman from Changle, Fujian, applied for CCTV-1 to use as a trademark for more than 10 of his products, including uterine caps, condoms, and non-chemical contraceptives. Unfortunately, I definitely wouldn't be able to get this approved in China, otherwise it would have become my go-to condom for sex, even if it's expensive. After dozens of battles with Bing'er, to avoid any mishaps, I always had a condom on hand, to prevent any "battle reinforcements" :lol :. Although condoms reduce the comfort of the "weapon," this can be completely compensated for with mood, positions, and environment. As the saying goes, a condom can be used, but not all condoms are truly effective. I slipped the condom onto the center of my "life-saving weapon," lifted Bing'er's legs, aimed at her, and entered her sufficiently wet vagina without any resistance. I guess I'm not being too hasty now?

My hands began to roam over Bing'er's delicate body, stimulating her breasts incessantly. Bing'er was already lost in desire, her arms tightly wrapped around my waist, soft moans and gasps escaping her lips, her head bobbing, her body trembling. My sword moved restlessly within its sheath; the nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep thrust, which seemed only effective for first love, had been changed to three shallow thrusts followed by one deep thrust, intensifying the sensations for both of us. Soon, Bing'er's second orgasm arrived unexpectedly. I continued my piston-like movements with excitement, but Bing'er pleaded, "Stop, stop, ahhh." Helplessly, I stopped, and without removing my sword from its sheath, I slowly lifted Bing'er and sat her on the rock.

Bing'er's face was flushed with a captivating blush. She rested her head on my shoulder, her hands gripping my back tightly, panting heavily. My arms were also wrapped around Bing'er, while my sword moved gently and rhythmically within its sheath.

"It feels so good!" Bing'er said after resting for a few minutes, lifting her head from my shoulder. "Shall we continue?" Before I could answer, she began to move on my legs. Bing'er had taken the initiative, and I had no choice but to cooperate, one hand around her waist, the other roaming over her breasts. In less than a minute, Bing'er's moans grew louder and louder; it seemed my "sword" was near her G-spot, causing a strong reaction in her. Bing'er's movements became faster and faster. Even with the condom on, I still felt a surge of heat, and my penis trembled involuntarily as I ejaculated. Bing'er and I hugged tightly, panting heavily.

We hugged like that for about ten minutes before Bing'er got off me. We cleaned up the battlefield with Coca-Cola and put the used condoms in a black plastic bag. This wasn't a souvenir; it was a sign of our environmental awareness and reluctance to pollute the environment. We sat on a rock, bathed in the soft sunlight. Holding Bing'er, I said, "It's been more than half an hour. Those people should be here in about twenty minutes. Let's pack up, rest for a while, and then go down the mountain."

"No, I want to do it again," Bing'er pouted.

"I've had two orgasms, and you've already had three, and you still want more?" I asked, puzzled.

"This is our last time. I'm going to rest at home tomorrow, and I'm leaving the day after. Don't come to see me off; I'll cry. Just consider this my last request, okay? Besides, if we each have another orgasm, that way you'll have three, and I'll have four. That way, we won't be doing anything inappropriate!" Bing'er looked at me pitifully.

"At the summit of Mount Jiuhua, if each of us has one orgasm, that's six plus one." I pulled another condom out of my bag, but my five-inch weapon had shrunk to two inches, unable to complete the full set.

Bing'er moved closer to me and sealed my lips with her cherry-like mouth. We kissed passionately. We stood up, and Bing'er reached for my penis with one hand. Because of my position, I couldn't reach her genitals, so I used what was closest, making circular motions on her breasts. Bing'er's fingertips gently slid between her genitals and my penis, then slid back. I shuddered; my penis hardened, though not quite hard, but it was at its maximum length. I moved away from Bing'er's body, turned her around so she faced downhill, and prepared to take my penis out the back door. I hadn't explored Bing'er's anus yet, and even though she was leaving, I was reluctant, because it was said that exploring this area had negative effects on a woman's body. Bing'er's vagina was still quite wet and slippery. After slightly adjusting my position, my penis smoothly entered the battle zone. Facing the bustling crowd below the mountain, Bing'er and I were extremely excited. Our movements were large, frequent, and loud. We wanted to release the pain of our impending separation in each piston-like motion.

We were lost in the moment, oblivious to the passage of time. Before my final climax, Bing'er experienced several more orgasms. I grabbed Bing'er's breasts from behind and kneaded them hard. Bing'er felt pain, but the pleasure outweighed the pain; she experienced both pain and pleasure. As I felt pleasure, I cried out. Finally, I sensed a signal at the head of my penis, and I intensified my thrusting to increase the pleasure. With my final, desperate howl, I felt the last of my sperm leave my body. Bing'er's body also trembled; she had clearly orgasmed again. This was our last orgasm.

Before we could recover, a burst of applause suddenly erupted. Seriously? There were quite a few people behind us, and some women were even clapping! What kind of world is this? I quickly whispered to Bing'er, "Don't move, I'll get you some clothes." I drew my sword, turned around, ignoring the woman's startled cry from not far ahead, and grabbed Bing'er's sweater. She took it and put it on within two seconds. At the same time, I turned around and put on my underwear. I heard the sighs of a pack of wolves, "Wow, that was fast."

Damn it, this is a huge loss, so many unpaid spectators. I casually put on my trousers and coat, and glanced around. I saw several girls who immediately turned away when they saw my lecherous look. "These hypocrites, they'd better come back another day to discuss swordsmanship," I thought to myself.

Things were urgent earlier, and I had to throw away the condoms out of my eco-consciousness. My precious sword hadn't even had time to be maintained before being stored away. I felt uneasy about it, so I had to pack up and head down the mountain. I quickly packed everything up. Bing'er's bikini was ruined, so after a moment's thought, I bent down, picked up the condoms, and put them in the black plastic bag. I can't remain unfazed even if Mount Tai collapses before me, but I can certainly develop a good habit. I grabbed Bing'er's hand and hurried down the mountain path. Bing'er kept her head down, her other hand constantly pressing down on her short skirt, which was trying to stay upright. As we passed the group, I heard applause along with some whistles. Those wolves, if there hadn't been girls around, they probably would have been lying on the ground peeking under her skirt. I doubt anyone here on this forum was actually there at the time.

After walking for a few minutes, the shadows of the people behind us were getting smaller and smaller. Bing'er finally looked up, a bright smile on her face. "So exciting!"

"You mean the last time we did it and they saw us? I think so too. Those girls got off easy." I grinned mischievously.

"Not then. I was really scared then. I'm talking about when I walked past that group of people with nothing underneath me. That feeling is indescribable." Women's feelings are so strange. No wonder people say you have to be especially careful around animals that bleed for a week every month and are fine.

Sigh, I finally understand why there are so many wardrobe malfunctions around the world.

After descending the mountain, Bing'er went out without underwear in a secluded spot and insisted I accompany her on the bus, refusing to take a taxi. In her words, it was a crazy, exciting day, leaving an unforgettable mark on her life—December 8, 2003, later known in unofficial history as the January 28 Movement. [End]

I work in computer maintenance, and I used to work for a computer company that was a city-level distributor for the Founder brand of computers. Because of my strong computer skills, the company gave me the title of after-sales service manager, which just sounded nice; I was still a technician. It's not like having a manager title guarantees a stable office job. Anyone who has worked in a computer company knows that, even fresh graduates, the business cards they print for you will say "engineer." Providing after-sales service to clients frequently involves dealing with all sorts of people, and the joys and sorrows are hard to describe.

I remember it was June 2003, during the NBA Finals. While watching the live text commentary online, I received instructions from my supervisor that a friend's computer might be infected with a virus and I needed to fix it. I was so frustrated! Being able to read the text was already annoying enough, but now I couldn't even read the text. Some might say, "Why not just go to the client's house to watch TV?" Well, only those involved truly understand the struggle! There was a guy in our company who also watched NBA games, and later a client complained, and his supervisor docked 200 yuan from his pay. Keep in mind, back then, a month's salary was only 600 yuan; he was heartbroken. Later, the company leaders held a special meeting to discuss this matter, emphasizing that we should prioritize customers, maintain a good attitude, and not be too casual at customers' homes without a certain relationship. They stressed the importance of being courteous, as we are, after all, university students. Despite my displeasure, work still had to be done, and life had to go on.

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

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

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

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

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

I went up the stairs to the girl's room. The laptop was already on; it was a Sony.

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

I looked closer and saw, "Why is the local connection crossed out?" I checked the network cable; it was plugged in properly. I followed the cable from the ceiling to the balcony and then to the next room. Yes, it's probably split by a router. These days, wealthy people have multiple computers, while those without money use routers to share the internet cost. However, some places are already blocking shared internet access. Chinese telecom providers are despicable; I'll just say that here. Although it's true that there's always a way to work around the problem, there aren't many tech-savvy people, and there are countless ways to bypass the restrictions online. But even the simplest solutions are still beyond the reach of some people; they have a natural awe of computers. Haha, this is where people like us come in handy. Back in the Windows 95/Windows 98 era, installing a system was something only professionals could do. Unlike now, Ghost systems are everywhere; even newbies can just throw in a CD, and it's working in ten minutes. Only when the computer is severely infected with a virus do we, the elites, have to step in. Sigh, because general computer maintenance is becoming increasingly low-skilled, our wages have always been very low, basically on par with the average wage in many places.

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

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

"Ah, pins 3 and 8 aren't lit, are they broken?" the girl asked softly.

"Hmm, pins 3 and 8 might be broken. But that's easy to fix. A network cable has 8 pins in total, but usually only pins 1, 2, 3, and 6 are used. If you can't find the fault, just make sure the wiring on both sides of any four working pins is in the same order. Now I'll check the cable." I followed the cable to the balcony, and saw that the cable at the bend on the balcony seemed to have a problem. I climbed up. (P.S. Tip: Because of the nature of network cables, I always keep one like this in my laptop bag. It uses four cores with RJ45 connectors, two connectors on one side are 568b, and one connector on the other side is 568b and one is 568a. This way, one network cable can be both a straight-through and crossover cable, saving space in the laptop bag.) Sure enough, when I picked up the network cable, it had some wear and tear. I called out to the girl, "Miss, could you please get me the scissors and black tape from that open toolbox?" Hehe, it's a habit; I always want to order around younger girls. After all, I'm the manager. But nowadays, many girls don't want to be called "Miss" anymore. Sigh, let's mourn for the word "Miss" for three seconds.

The girl turned around, found scissors and black tape in her toolbox, and handed them to me. I bent down to take them, and suddenly, I froze. I saw it! I saw it! Haha, it wasn't a wasted trip! Just this one thing alone surpasses countless NBs! Oh, sorry, it's two points, two points! I was so excited. You all guessed it, right? The girl wasn't wearing a bra. Heaven, you've been kind to me! Losing my NB might actually be a blessing in disguise. The girl's breasts looked very firm. Who can argue with that? Otherwise, without a bra, they would sag even more. In the very center of those fair breasts, two bright red nipples stood proudly. The size of her areolas was about the size of a motherboard's lithium battery, unlike the areolas of many Japanese AV actresses these days, which are beyond terrifying. My little brother instantly stood at attention within 0.1 seconds. I don't know how long I stared, and I still don't, because I never asked the question.

"What are you looking at? Aren't you going to take it?" The girl looked up, her face flushed with slight anger, probably because she had seen my lewd gaze and the tent that had just been erected above her. It was a little past 10 o'clock, and the sunlight was quite strong, so the girl hadn't looked up before. If she had, even if I had seen her, it would have been for less than half a second. Ah, I love the sun, that is, the sun. I quickly pulled my reluctant gaze away, handed over the tools with one hand, without even thinking of touching her slender hand. I gently unwrapped the network cable, reconnected the broken white-green and brown wires, and then wrapped them with black electrical tape. Done. I jumped off the balcony, aiming inwards, not outwards. Unlike those Huawei experts who land every jump perfectly, I've never heard of anyone surviving a jump from Huawei. Truly world-leading.

I walked over; the girl was opening IE, and the homepage popped up instantly. A casual glance (I really didn't mean to look, please don't hit me) revealed a visible strap mark inside her clothes. Damn, that's incredibly fast! She's dressed so quickly! I sighed. "Try it again and see if there are any problems. If not, I'm leaving," I said disappointedly. Her eyes were fixed on the screen; although she didn't speak, she seemed very tense. She tapped twice to open QQ.

I glanced at the number casually, and wow, 998891*8! This number looks so familiar. I tried to remember who it belonged to, and then I stared at her QQ account.

The girl turned around and said, "No problem, it was quick, you can go now."

"Are you Bing'er?" I remembered, before I logged into QQ.

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

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

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

Hehe, we live in the same city, but I've never met any of my online friends in person. As everyone knows, there are just too many "dinosaurs" these days. I've met a few before, but after seeing so many, I got disappointed and never saw them again, not even in videos. I'd rather fantasize than be disappointed, so I haven't met any more of my online friends. But this Bing'er is special because once, when I was troubleshooting a problem on QQ, I typed for too long but couldn't solve it, and my headset just happened to break. I directly asked for her phone number and called. Because of her pleasant voice, I even wrote a little "poem." The following is an excerpt, a doodle, please excuse my poor writing.

You, in my heart, are like a wisp of cloud in the azure sky after the rain, easily capturing my entire vision. My longing pierces the endless night sky, and your gentle words on the phone constantly linger in my lonely nights. The lingering sound makes my dreams no longer lonely. If making a wish upon a shooting star a thousand times could grant one wish, I would gladly wait under the starry sky every night.

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

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

"It's okay, you lecherous cat, I knew what you were like long ago. You got your eye candy today, so I'll wipe the slate clean of all the favors I owed you before. And don't ever say I owe you 32 meals on QQ again." Bing'er's tone was noticeably better, regaining the feeling she had on QQ.

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

"I'll report back when I'm done." I took the phone.

"Are you really being honest or just pretending? After you report, you have to go back to work. If something happens, just tell your boss you're working hard here, having to climb up and down, so it might not be over so quickly." Bing'er rolled her eyes at me.

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

"You're being so dishonest, you deserve some punishment. I'll give you a bigger dose of the medicine later. Humph! But seriously, I like to shower in the morning. I'll go shower first, then I'll cook. It's not 11 o'clock yet anyway. You can use my laptop to browse the internet." After saying that, she grabbed a nightgown from the closet and left.

Seeing that slightly transparent silver-white nightgown, my penis instantly hardened again. Damn, she reacted so quickly. My heart is racing. Luckily, she's already gone. However, I still didn't want to let her off the hook: "Hey, Bing'er, can I watch you shower?"

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

Hearing this, I immediately turned around happily, obediently sat in front of my laptop, and picked up the mouse. I checked the internet, and the NB results came out. Sigh, now I won't even have a chance to watch TV. After browsing some more web pages, I started to get bored. Suddenly, I got a little curious and wondered if there was anything interesting on the girl's computer. I clicked and clicked, but there weren't any special files in the folders—just songs, ebooks, and documents. I thought for a moment, then enabled the system's hidden files property. I looked, and under Bing'er's folder on the last drive, there was a transparent folder. "This is it," I thought.

I quickly clicked in and saw it was full of images. I thought, "You're hiding images, are they...adult content?" Hehe, do we have a common hobby? After a couple of clicks, the ACDSee software automatically opened the images.

Oh my god, mygod, a photobook! A truly seductive photobook, so revealing, it's breathtaking. I scrolled down, and...why does it look so familiar? It's all Bing'er herself. I looked through each picture with an artistic eye. The software said there were 36 pictures! Awesome! Each pose was different, and the clothes (if you can even call them that) were varied. The different poses made my heart race faster and faster. I stared intently at the notebook. The after-sales service is really good; the customer is king, and she's my king now. I looked, I looked...soon there were only 3 pictures left.

"Pretty, right? Continue." A cold voice came from behind me.

I didn't react for a moment. "Beautiful, really beautiful! Much better looking than those so-called celebrities online. Want to come and take a look?" I casually clicked "page down" and looked at two more pictures.

Then there was silence. I snapped back to reality, turned 180 degrees, and saw Bing'er's expressionless face. "Ah, Bing'er, I'm sorry, really, I was appreciating it with an absolutely artistic eye. It's very well done, very evocative."

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

Without even looking down, I knew I was wrong. I scratched my head. "A man's nature, hehe, I'm a pervert, you knew that already. Don't be angry, I'm not eating. Bye-bye!" I bent down, grabbed my toolbox, and headed for the door. Joking aside, peeping into someone's privacy can be a big deal or a small one. I did mean to be on the balcony, but it wasn't a huge offense, since she wasn't wearing a bra first. Now I've dug out her hidden things.

I'd only taken two steps past Bing'er when I heard a chuckle. "I thought you were incredibly lecherous, but it turns out you're all talk and no action. I dared to take pictures, why would I be afraid to let you see? I just don't want

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

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

Bing'er stared straight into my eyes. I looked her up and down, but didn't say a word, because I understood. It was obvious that this girl, fresh from her bath, was trying to seduce me, a young man who had just come of age. I could only feel my little brother swelling and becoming engorged; I couldn't take it anymore. I put down my toolbox, lifted my leg, and took a step forward. It was a small step for me, but a giant leap for my little brother. My hand gently, very gently, grasped Bing'er's hand. I felt her struggle slightly, but she didn't exert any force. I moved closer, sending gentle waves of electricity through my innocent, lustful eyes. Bing'er's body was trembling slightly; could it be that she felt a bit cold after washing? The thought had barely crossed my mind when my little brother below hummed, "Hurry up, she can't wait." Damn it, I don't know my little brother, you're kidding me, it's you who can't wait!

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

Suddenly, I increased the pressure of my hand, and Bing'er let out a soft moan. Her small mouth opened slightly, and my tongue immediately slipped inside. My tongue teased and played with Bing'er's mouth, and gradually, Bing'er's lowered hand reached towards my back. I used both my hands and mouth; a lecherous man doesn't act like a gentleman, only using words. Bing'er's tongue wasn't going to be idle either, and began to intertwine with mine. Just kissing wasn't enough, of course; the real show was just beginning. As I did it, I thought of scenes from adult films—this porn was too unreliable. My hands should find plenty of use. I slipped my hands inside her pajamas and slowly rose, touching her lower back and back. My mouth kept kissing, just with different techniques.

Slowly, slowly, my right hand gently moved from her back to her chest, and suddenly I gripped her entire breast tightly, just the right size to be held in my hand. After gently squeezing three times, I pinched her nipple with my three fingers, using a three-second timing method, and gently stroked it. Soon, Bing'er's nipple hardened. I kissed and stroked her as I moved closer to the bed, and Bing'er cooperated. My mouth and hands left the place we had just been at, reaching for the strap of Bing'er's nightgown, pulling it gently without any unnecessary movement. Bing'er's hands also reached for my clothes, though her face was still flushed. Bing'er's movements as she unbuttoned her clothes were clumsy, and I naturally couldn't waste time—that would mean wasting my life! One hand remained on her breast, gently and repeatedly pinching her nipple, while the other caressed her buttocks. Summer clothes are so nice; although Bing'er was slow, she still managed to remove all my clothes. However, when she took off my underwear, seeing my firm erection, her face turned very red, which was incredibly alluring.

I picked up Bing'er and placed her on the Simmons bed. Her pajamas were still on, just unbuttoned. Bing'er covered her face and genitals with her hands, which made my penis even more aroused. Since that's the case, I'll start this battle with her breasts. My left hand reached for Bing'er's right breast, repeating the action I had just performed with my left hand—practice makes perfect. My mouth aimed at Bing'er's left nipple, kissing it with my lips and gently with my teeth. Bing'er's hand left her face, and her moans grew louder. A girl's moans are the most beautiful notes in the world, and Bing'er's voice was already very beautiful.

My left hand left its resting place and reached for Bing'er's genitals to open up a new battlefield. My left hand slid over her pubic hair; the feeling was truly different. If it's hair, they might look similar, but the feel in your hand is worlds apart. Of course, pubic hair is just an embellishment; without it, a girl always seems a bit off. (PS: This is just my personal opinion; the world is a big place, and there are all kinds of people. Some people like pubic hair.) Just as my fingers touched the ends of the pubic hair, accompanied by a "No!", my hand was grabbed. Hmm, I've experienced this before; it's always like this in movies and novels—the last forbidden zone, after all. I bit Bing'er's nipple with 30% more force, and after hearing a deep, pleasurable moan, the restraint on my left hand disappeared. My middle finger touched her clitoris, working tirelessly on that little protrusion. Bing'er's moans grew louder and louder, and I became more and more excited. My left hand touched her labia, and they were already dripping wet. Oh, summer is so prone to flooding!

I sat up; I couldn't take it anymore. My little brother needed a harbor to dock in. Clearly, Bing'er needed one too; her face was flushed, but I had no time to admire her. I picked up my manhood, aimed it at the entrance to the Peach Blossom Cave, and thrust my lower body forward. The gun was already halfway in, seemingly encountering some resistance. Suddenly, I shuddered. Oh my god! No, why? Ladies and gentlemen, how can I face the Central Committee, how can I face the lewd masses? I ejaculated! Yes, you read that right. My penis hadn't even begun its battle; it was only halfway in when I ejaculated. Why? Why?

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

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

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

Bing'er threw the toilet paper into the tissue box. Ugh, she clearly never played basketball; the force and trajectory were all wrong. Watching the paper fall onto the wooden floor, Bing'er stuck out her tongue and pulled off her pajamas. Then she lowered herself, picked up my limp weapon, and put it in her mouth. Oh, my god, that feels so good. Bing'er actually gave me oral sex. What did she just say? "It's your first time too, right?" What does that mean? She's a virgin. Although she seems to know a lot, she probably learned it all from the internet. Look at CGX, he's trained countless masters. In front of this epoch-making, iconic figure, predecessors like Ximen Qing are no longer mentioned. CGX, once every thousand years, will cultivate countless bed elites. His spirit, like his sausages, will be immortal.

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

"No, it's better to be like you. The saying 'three wives' is perfectly embodied in you. Let me serve you too. I'm a professional after-sales service provider, and I'm also the manager. I'll even manage your period." (ps: "Three wives" means a lady in the living room, a cook in the dining room, and a slut in the bedroom.) I laid Bing'er down, and then the classic 6-9 position came into play. This is a great invention in the history of human reproduction, if it can be called an invention, because without the internet, many people might only know the missionary position their whole lives.

I turned around, knelt down, and gently parted Bing'er's labia with my hands. Bing'er was truly a masterpiece of nature; her red labia still held the traces of her previous lovemaking, which seemed to make my little brother hard again. I licked it down; after all, that's how it's done in porn. My little brother entered a good place. Bing'er and I moved our mouths incessantly, both of us clearly feeling intense pleasure. My little brother regained his strength, becoming harder and harder, and under the skillful movements of my tongue, Bing'er's lovemaking flowed more and more, my tongue tasting more and more salty. I thought the time was ripe to switch to a strategic offensive. I raised my head, and Bing'er's mouth, sensing my movements, left my little brother.

Okay, next step, turn around, pick up the weapon, aim at the target and thrust, still there was resistance, oh, it must be the hymen. Be gentle, be gentle, I'm very gentle with women. But being gentle wouldn't solve the problem. After struggling for half a minute, I said to Bing'er, "I'll increase the pressure. If it hurts, tell me, and I'll stop."

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

I quickly stopped. Bing'er said, "It's okay. I heard it hurts the first time. Just bear with it." I nodded, applied more pressure to my penis, and with another painful "Ah" from Bing'er, I thrust in all the way. I stopped, looked at Bing'er, and under her reassuring gaze, I began to thrust. Of course, as a modern young man deeply influenced by pornography and erotic books, I at least knew the "nine shallow, one deep" technique. So, I used this technique, watching Bing'er's expression as I went. Women are truly beautiful at times like this. The sounds of moans, like heavenly music, filled my ears, and the woman's dazed eyes filled my vision. After more than ten minutes of piston-like thrusting, since Bing'er's "Peach Blossom Spring" was being opened to the public for the first time, my little brother wasn't very flexible in the tightly sealed water curtain. As the pleasure intensified, I quickly forgot about the shallow and deep thrusts and increased my pace. At this moment, Bing'er's moans grew louder and her eyes more and more glazed; I didn't care whether the neighbors could hear. After a few more thrusts, my little brother felt a warmth; I thought Bing'er must have reached her climax. I couldn't hold back any longer and finally ejaculated again, thrusting a few more times as I did so.

Then I pulled out my weapon, noticing faint traces of blood on it. I lay down, holding Bing'er in my arms, gently stroking her nipples. We were facing each other; my mouth felt dry, and Bing'er probably felt it too.

"Is it comfortable?" I asked with a mischievous grin.

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

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

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

"That's because you seduced me later. You're so sexy, if I were afraid of death, wouldn't you be heartbroken if you couldn't seduce me? I just did you a favor, a good deed." I started to get carried away.

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

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

"You're still up to something?" Bing'er touched my little brother. "It's so soft, and you can still regain your strength? How did you get so bold just now, daring to treat me like that? Aren't you afraid I'll accuse you of rape?"

I grinned wickedly. "Even a swallow can swim three times, so why can't I rise up and enter the palace three times? Do you think I'm the Chinese national football team? Come on, let's fight for another three hundred rounds without a problem. Have you ever heard of the Eight Steps of a Villain?" "

The Eight Steps of a Villain? I've only heard of the Eight Legions of the Heavenly Dragon. What is the Eight Steps of a Villain?" Bing'er looked puzzled.

I placed my hand on Bing'er's breast, enjoying its softness. "A morally upright rogue summarized eight steps of rape for us lecherous wolves to discuss academically. First, during rape, one generally needs to subdue the woman, as follows:

Step 1: Turn the woman over, so she's lying on her back. Because of the position, this position is easy for a man to use!

Step 2: Mount the woman, this is to prevent your private parts from being hit by her knees, and put her hands under her waist. You might ask me what to do if the woman pulls her hands out? Don't worry, see step 3.

Step 3: Use one hand (of course, if you're not strong, two hands are also fine)..." (Use a chokehold) to pin the woman's neck and trachea. Be careful not to be too tense, as this could be fatal. This is crucial. The goal is to force the woman to press her body down on her hands; once her neck is pinned, her hands won't easily free themselves. It also prevents her from screaming.

Fourth step: Be careful with verbal threats; for example, "You bitch, you fucking want to die? I'll strangle you right now, so behave yourself, and I'll let you go. Move if you don't want to die!!!" This is psychological warfare. Never use it first; use it when she's struggling. If this psychological attack is effective, the woman's resistance will weaken!

Fifth step: Be careful to unbutton the woman's pants and clothes. During this process, it's crucial to intimidate her. Women often try to be playful at this point, so pay close attention to her hands and movements; don't let your guard down. Otherwise, you'll suffer the consequences!

Sixth step: If you've successfully completed the first five steps, the woman will usually clamp her legs together. This isn't difficult. You're currently straddling her; lean forward and gently press down between her legs with the knee of one of your legs. It's effortless; one of your legs will be between her thighs. Because the woman's legs exert force horizontally, while your knee exerts downward force, she can't clamp them together.

Seventh step: Continue the movement by inserting your other leg between her thighs... Between her legs, then it's time to pull out your weapon. Most women, seeing their legs clamped shut fail, will naturally struggle fiercely. Remember, at this moment, use verbal threats and punitive attacks. Don't rush to insert it. If that doesn't work, slap her to subdue her! Note that it's best to hit her face, ears, and temples; never hit her eyes, it could be fatal!

Step Eight: Of course, it's time to start inserting!

At this point, women usually cry after realizing their struggles are useless. When they cry, their willpower is generally lower. But some women are very calm, or continue to resist. Be careful, you must slap them, hit their mouths. Subduing them is the first priority, otherwise you won't be able to rape them properly!" I laughed smugly.

"Tch, just talking nonsense. Bragging doesn't cost anything, I don't believe you dare, I'll castrate you!" Bing'er squeezed my penis hard.

Someone actually said I was too scared, so after some stroking, we started our battle again. I wasn't alone; I wasn't fighting alone. For convenience, I carried Bing'er to the bathroom to continue our battle.

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

Later, Bing'er got back together with me, but less than six months later, we separated because my family immigrated to Canada, and we only kept in touch on QQ. Bing'er said that if she came back, she would definitely come to find me no matter where I was.

"Where did you go?" Bing'er's face was full of worry as she searched every possible hiding place.

Time ticked by, and from my hiding place in the tree, I watched the anger slowly build on Bing'er's face. I knew the time was ripe; if I didn't show myself soon, I'd be in deep trouble. I gently climbed down the tree, let out a soft "Ah!", and hugged Bing'er from behind.

Bing'er trembled slightly. "I'm very angry right now, and the consequences will be severe."

I knew that Bing'er was actually a very good person; even when she was angry, it never took me more than three minutes to coax her. "Can't you not go to Canada? We've only been together for less than six months. Am I really not worth your time?" I asked, clinging to my last hope.

"Let's not talk about this, okay? We're really not right for each other. I've said it so many times; we're both too immature. If one day I miss you, I'll come back to you, okay?" Bing'er's words were always so gentle.

"Sigh, I just can't convince you. Maybe all your friends are so outstanding, and besides being a bit of a ladies' man, I really don't have any outstanding qualities." I said sadly, tilting my head slightly forward and gently biting Bing'er's right ear.

"Hmm, ah," Bing'er's ears were always so sensitive. "No, there are so many people here. We came here to climb the mountain. Weren't you satisfied last night?" Bing'er tilted her head to the left and, with a burst of strength, broke free from my embrace. She grabbed my hand. "Let's go, let's go to that mountain peak."

"Wow, the summit is so far away!" I protested.

Fortunately, the heavens were kind; the sun wasn't shining brightly, it remained hidden behind the clouds, watching over all living beings. Two hours later, we stood atop Mount Jiuhua.

"Ahhhhhh, ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh, hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo!" We roared with joy on the summit; the feeling of reaching the top was exhilarating.

After a series of howls, we sat hand in hand on a large rock nearby. A gentle breeze wafted by, carrying Bing'er's unique fragrance, and my heart skipped a beat. "Bing'er, sitting on this rock, I suddenly remembered a riddle from a wise man. Do you want to guess it?"

"You lecherous cat, what kind of riddle could you possibly come up with? It'll definitely be something lewd," Bing'er teased.

"You know me so well," I said, my fingers fidgeting restlessly in Bing'er's hand. "The riddle is this: A man is sitting naked on a rock. What four-character idiom does this represent?"

Bing'er rested her head on my shoulder, thought for a moment, and said, "Tell me, I can't think of one."

"Like throwing an egg against a rock." I guided Bing'er's hand to my genitals and touched it to the rock. Bing'er chuckled and moved it away. "One more: Two men are sitting naked on a rock. What four-character idiom does this represent?"

Although Bing'er seemed to be trying very hard, she wasn't as talented as me. After thinking for a long time, she was speechless.

"Hehe, you only realize how little you know when you need it. The answer is 'killing two birds with one stone.'" As usual, I pressed Bing'er's hand on my penis for two seconds. "Looks like you're no good with men, here's a woman's. A woman is sitting naked on a rock, what's the four-character idiom?"

Such a difficult question! I looked at the answer and thought for several seconds before understanding it. Hearing Bing'er ask me to tell her, I said, "Lose sight of the bigger picture." Then I took out my invincible hand and touched Bing'er's genitals, "Small genitals," and patted the rock, saying, "The rock is big, this is losing sight of the bigger picture."

"You pervert!" Bing'er punched me with both hands. "Then aren't there two naked women sitting on the rocks?"

"According to the search engine's rules, if you're unsure about domestic matters, ask Baidu; if you're unsure about foreign matters, ask Google; if you're unsure about bedroom matters, ask Tianya. I wasn't ashamed to ask, and the result is that they're not sitting on rocks. The two naked beauties are embracing each other, like something you can buy in a supermarket, guess?" I touched Bing'er's breast as a hint.

Bing'er looked up at the sky, her eyes darting around, but clearly, even with the hint, she couldn't answer.

"Now I've given you a hint. If you can't figure it out, do you skip it or call for help?" I've always thought that these little girls' teamwork was boring enough, but it works quite well in this context. Sigh, mainland China, when will variety shows have celebrities like Wu Zongxian who can act like themselves?

"You want me to ask someone for this? You're asking for a beating!" Bing'er raised her fist and waved it in front of me. "I'm not skipping, you tell me the answer."

"It's 'Soy Milk'," Bing'er blurted out before I could finish, still throwing her fist at me.

"Hmm, not too slow to realize, but it doesn't necessarily have to be two naked beauties to 'Soy Milk,' a man and a woman can do it too. Do you want to try?"

"No. Are all you men so lewd? Are there any more?" You all heard that, right? You say we men are lewd, but you're thinking about it yourselves.

"Then I'll tell you one last one. The riddle is 500 men, guess a sport." There are too many of these kinds of riddles; it's not good for girls to hear too much of them, it will lead to too many associations.

Bing'er turned to lean against me, and when I leaned back, her head landed on my lap. "You figured it out?" I teased.

"Go to hell, my brain isn't as filthy as yours, I can't figure it out." Bing'er closed her eyes, enjoying the gentle breeze on her face.

"I thought you finally figured it out, that you were close to the answer. It's similar to a man sitting naked, a man has two little balls down there, 500 of them are 1000 balls—lead balls." I continued, placing my hands on Bing'er's breasts. "Of course, you women also have two balls up there, 500 women can become a thousand balls." No man would place his hands on your breasts and remain motionless, and I was no exception.

"Now I finally understand the poet's feeling of standing at the summit, looking down on all the mountains, climbing Mount Tai and seeing the world as small." I increased the force and trajectory of my hands on Bing'er's breasts. "I am now on your summit, overlooking all the mountains, and they will appear extremely small." My first impression of Bing'er was that she was within reach. After nearly half a year of massage and exercise, she is now noticeably different, reaching a point where her breasts are magnificent and incredibly alluring. Therefore, national fitness is truly necessary; masturbation strengthens the body, and fantasizing strengthens the nation!

I had carefully observed the surrounding environment beforehand, confirming that there were no minors nearby, nor any ticketed spectators. Bing'er was wearing a pink top and a knee-length pink skirt. I moved my left hand gradually upwards from Bing'er's abdomen, while my right hand remained on her right breast through her clothing. "Bing'er, Chinese literature is truly amazing! I'll recite a poem, supposedly written by Chen Duxiu, called 'Ode to Breasts.' His writing is brilliant, passionate, melodious, and has a lingering charm, leaving us younger generations far behind." Without waiting for Bing'er's response or listening to her soft moans, I began to recite with measured intonation: "Breasts

, also known as milk, are the parts of a woman's breasts. They come in twos, one on the left and one on the right. They begin in adolescence and mature in late sixteen. Hidden by day, they shine at night. They are called 'Milk,' 'Bobo,' 'Twin Peaks,' 'Flower Chamber.' Since ancient times, beauties have vied for this place, and heroes have sought its gentle embrace. What is its color? The ice and snow of deep winter. What is its texture? The new cotton of early summer. What is its taste? The peaches and plums of spring." What is her appearance like? Her eyes shimmer with autumn light. In motion, she's like a timid jade rabbit. At rest, she's like a languid white dove. High and swaying, fleshy and delicate, pink and fresh. She steals men's souls and arouses women's desires. I lower my weary head to explore your twin jade peaks. Like a ship entering harbor, or an old man returning home. Shedding the cold wind and rain, I plunge into a vast, warm ocean. Deeply moved, gently swaying, intoxicated, soaring.

A junior expert, who was first in the entire school in both debate and recitation, summarized several key points for recitation:

1. Recite without a script. -- In that scene, I certainly didn't have a third hand holding the script; I had to remove my mask.

2. When reciting, maintain eye contact with the audience, but don't let your gaze wander or drift. Continuously reinforce the emotion in your mind; this will also resonate with others through your eyes. -- When I recited, I focused intently, completely absorbed, and absolutely didn't look around. My emotion was already as deep as the Pacific Ocean, even without being overly focused. Bing'er, however, was enjoying herself with her eyes closed, oblivious to my lecherous gaze.

3. The content you recite should suit you. Avoid reciting in a gruff voice or using romantic language. Simply put, boys can recite pieces like "Man Jiang Hong," conveying a sense of power and courage. Girls can recite more lyrical, gentle, and subtle pieces. -- When I recited, I did so with a powerful and courageous spirit, and the content was perfectly suited to me.

4. Emotion is very important. You must understand the content of the poem you find so you can experience the emotions within. Read it with intonation and rhythm, avoiding a flat tone; this is how you express emotion. -- My emotions have overflowed to the point of being uncontrollable; I understand the poem's content thoroughly.

5. Use some hand gestures, but not too exaggerated or large. Clenching your fist in front of your chest is generally appropriate for expressing boldness. It's best not to stand still and look like a stone statue. -- I used many hand gestures at the time, not exaggerated, but the amplitude gradually increased. I was clenching my fist repeatedly in front of Bing'er's chest, all while sitting on a stone.

6. You can speak loudly to wow the audience. Many people don't appreciate the emotion but prefer the volume. Speaking loudly not only creates a powerful presence but also earns you more points. --At that time, not only was I loud, but Bing'er also became more and more unrestrained, and her moans grew louder and louder. I don't know how far the sound could reach, but if there were any listeners, the impression score would definitely be okay.

7. Lastly, don't be stage-frightened!!! --At that time and in that scene, would there be any man in the world who would be stage-frightened?

Well, that's what I did at that time. "It's so open here, what if someone bumps into me?" Bing'er was still conscious.

I released Anlushan's claws, lifted Bing'er up, and then pulled her to stand side by side. I began to coax her gently, "Look at us, we're so high up here, with a panoramic view. It would take the person at the very front at the bottom at least an hour to get up. In this situation, if we don't do something, how can we face all the spectators who came to climb the mountain?"

"I'm afraid, what if someone sees me? I'll jump!" Bing'er straightened her clothes; a woman's IQ is still quite high when she's sober.

"Well then, let's review history and look to the future. First of all, more people means more strength. How many people do we need? Only make love! Strength increases with regular exercise. Then there's the reform and opening up, which is about one central task." I bent down and, with lightning speed, slipped my right hand under Bing'er's skirt and touched her vulva through her underwear. Then, I reached up and grabbed her breasts with both hands in a dragon claw motion. "Two basic points. This is obvious, needless to say. In the 1990s, the 'Three Tables' theory, which aimed to maintain the CCP's advanced nature, arose from the three most poetic and picturesque charms of women. Therefore, it can be said that the governing philosophies of our country have always been inherited and developed on the theoretical foundation of previous leaders. In this regard, our country has seen the emergence of many Bolshevik revolutionaries who sacrificed their lives for this ideal." For example, on June 12, 2000, in Ningbo City, Zhejiang Province, a young couple had an affair in a car in the garage of a real estate company, but both died from carbon monoxide poisoning. On July 30, 2003, in Hangzhou City, Zhejiang Province, a male vice president of a bank's Yuyao branch and a female vice president of another bank's Yuyao branch died together in a car on the evening of the 23rd. The car was parked in Zhang's garage at the time, and the Yuyao police concluded that the two died of carbon monoxide poisoning. On July 7, 2004, in a garage in the Muxiyuan community of Pucheng County, Fujian Province, the naked bodies of a man and a woman were found in a pickup truck. It was confirmed that the two had been discussing revolutionary work in the garage a few days earlier, closing the roller shutter door and turning on the air conditioning, causing the vehicle's exhaust to release a large amount of carbon monoxide, leading to their deaths. People died from carbon monoxide poisoning. On August 7, 2004, an accident occurred in a garage in a community in Anshan, Liaoning Province, where a man and a woman died inside a sedan with the air conditioning on. Police determined the cause of death to be carbon monoxide poisoning. On July 13, 2005, in a garage at a retired cadre activity center of a Hubei provincial government unit on Bayi Road in Wuchang, a man and a woman were found dead, naked, inside a Buick sedan. Analysis indicated they died from carbon monoxide poisoning. On December 31, 2005, in a garage in the Jinxiu Southeast Community of the Jingyuetan Tourism Economic Development Zone in Changchun, Jilin Province, a man and a woman were found dead, half-naked, embracing each other, inside a black Audi sedan parked in the garage. On June 1, 2006, two mummified bodies were found inside a luxury SUV parked in a community garage in Hancheng City, Shanxi Province. The deceased were a female business owner and her male driver. The cause of death was carbon monoxide poisoning. On June 30, 2007, Xu Xinxian, the Party Secretary of Qingliangfeng Town, Lin'an County, Hangzhou, and a women's federation cadre surnamed Pan, were found dead, naked, in their car while discussing revolutionary work. On February 26, 2008, Bu, a male teacher at Bantangpu Hope Secondary Vocational School in Yuetang District, Xiangtan City, and Xiao Peng, a female student in the school's mold-making class, were found dead, naked, in the bathroom of Bu's rented apartment while discussing their studies. On June 5, 2008, Ms. Yu, a female cadre of the Hubei Provincial Public Security County Local Taxation Bureau, and a deputy director of the county's Audit Bureau were found dead, naked, in a car while researching global warming. They left naked, just as they came naked; they waved goodbye lightly, taking nothing with them. Although we are not Party members, there is no distinction between first and last in revolutionary work! The key word in revolutionary work is "do," and for this lofty ideal, countless "elites" have sacrificed their young lives. They are our role models, our eternal model workers. I clenched my fist and waved it forcefully in front of Bing'er, my face filled with determination. In the words of netizens: As a woman with a dry crotch, one should first reach into the skin, lift the skirt, grab the wetness, and rush in, making the testicles strong and erect, so as to satisfy the masses and reassure the lewd people! To bring 'glory' to the country!!!

"Do you want to die? How dare you say that? How many heads do you have? I'm going to report you!" Bing'er whispered in my ear with a half-smile.

"Stopping the car to admire the maple forest at dusk, the frosted leaves are redder than February flowers." You've learned Du Fu's poem in elementary school, right? It's about two people who, upon arriving at a maple forest and finding the scenery delightful, stopped the car to make love, resulting in a lot of bleeding. The virgin's blood flowed through the maple leaves, making them redder than February flowers. So, we can't let this opportunity given to us by heaven slip by. A gentle breeze is blowing, and so many spectators are below us. How can we not do something to them?" I gazed affectionately at Bing'er.

"Hmm, sounds exciting. Anyway, I'm leaving the day after tomorrow, so what's a little death?" Having had two previous experiences with outdoor sex, Bing'er let go of her inhibitions.

"Okay, I'll make sure you have a blast." The revolutionary work atop Jiuhua Mountain began. Before I could finish speaking, I turned Bing'er around to face me, lowered my head slightly, and quickly kissed her lips. Although I had tasted Bing'er's lips countless times in the past six months, I still enjoyed kissing her. I don't know why, but Bing'er's lips felt a little icy to the touch.

My kiss received a passionate response from Bing'er. After our first few awkward kisses, Bing'er asked me for advice on how to kiss, so we searched online together on the spot.

A kiss is not just a simple touch between lips; the skillful use of the lips, tongue, and teeth is the key to a good kiss.

There are four types of beginner kisses:

a light kiss: lightly touching the other person's lips with your own, like a bird pecking.

Licking kiss: Lick your partner's upper and lower lips with your tongue, letting them feel the sensation of your taste buds. Make sure there's enough saliva; a dry lick will feel uncomfortable.

Biting kiss: Gently bite your partner's lips with your teeth, but don't bite too hard to avoid injury!

Sucking kiss: Gently suck on your partner's lips; you can lightly apply your own saliva to their lips and then suck it clean.

There are also four intermediate kissing techniques:

Pushing kiss: Insert your tongue into your partner's mouth and let your tongues push against each other. Men should use less force to avoid hurting women; this mutual pushing kiss can create pleasure.

Tongue-sucking kiss: Enclose your partner's tongue with your lips and gently suck on the tip. The movements should be slow and gentle, not rushed.

Gum kiss: Exploring the inside and outside of your partner's teeth and gums with your tongue to stimulate the oral mucosa. The movements should be careful, slow, and gentle, somewhere between touching and not touching, to create a special sense of intimacy.

Sliding kiss: Licking the inside of your partner's tongue with the tip of your tongue, sliding from the inside out. Tongue-licking kiss: Both partners lick each other's tongues, mainly using the tips of their tongues, without using their lips.

There are five advanced kisses:

Chewing kiss: Biting your partner's tongue, as if you want to swallow it; be careful not to use too much force, it's just a pretense. Imagine your partner's tongue is something delicious, biting, licking, and sucking as if you want to swallow it.

Rhythmic kiss: Using your tongue, rhythmically circling your partner's tongue tip in their mouth, licking in a circular motion.

Deep Throat Kiss: Deeply licking and pressing the tongue into the partner's throat is a possessive and domineering kiss; it's quite uncomfortable, but some people enjoy it.

Passionate Kiss: Enveloping the partner's tongue in your mouth with your own, swirling and turning it around, using unrestrained movements to increase pleasure. While somewhat rough, it's quite challenging and an essential skill for experienced kissers.

Sweet Spring Kiss: Using the tongue to transfer your saliva into your partner's mouth while your lips meet, and then sucking on their saliva. Suitable for loving and healthy couples, the saliva will feel like a precious elixir, unique in the world.

To test these truths, she and I practiced them one by one. But there are actually many more ways to kiss than just these. Kissing is a mutual act, but it's not limited to the lips. Any part of the other person's body can be your object of kissing. You have to kiss their entire body and find all their erogenous zones to truly master the art. After many tireless explorations, I discovered about ten sensitive spots on Bing'er's ears, collarbone, nipples, genitals, inner thighs, fingers, and toes. I've tried that with enough effort, I can bring her to orgasm without kissing her genitals.

Of course, once we reached that level of kissing, the kissing time became less frequent. I quickly moved my tongue to Bing'er's earlobe, a very sensitive spot for her. After only two kisses, "Mmm—oh—" Bing'er's moan rang out. My hands seized the opportunity to move Bing'er's top up, and Bing'er cooperated by raising her arms high. I easily took off Bing'er's top and threw it on the stone. It's winter now, and it's really not very cold. After taking off her outer clothes, Bing'er was only wearing a bra. Bing'er still has good taste. What caught my eye was a purple semi-transparent lace bra on Bing'er's body. The barely visible breasts and nipples made my weapon even harder. The order of undressing, whether in adult films or Category III films, is almost always outerwear first, then pants, leaving the bikini area for last. It's less common to strip the top off first and then the bottom. I guess I can't escape this pattern either, but this time I didn't touch Bing'er's skirt because I believe that in a field setting, having some equipment is beneficial for a quick reaction in case of an enemy. For example, with Bing'er dressed like this, in an unexpected situation, she could simply grab her sweater and put it on, basically solving the problem of wardrobe malfunction within three seconds. As for my wardrobe malfunction problem, hahaha, I'll just suffer a little loss :lol :, is there any problem? My nimble tongue slowly kissed Bing'er's collarbone. While Bing'er enjoyed it, her hands were also busy, unbuttoning my shirt one button at a time from top to bottom, and soon my nipples were exposed.

When I was reciting "The Ode to Breasts" earlier, I had only moved my bra up, but now that it was time for the final assault, I naturally couldn't let an item that concealed my breasts dangle in front of me any longer. I slipped my hands behind Bing'er's back and gently unhooked her bra. I placed my left hand to the side, and the bra fell freely onto a rock. It's good to have a big rock; throwing clothes on the ground is never very clean. My right hand gently pressed against Bing'er's left breast, and as I felt a soft sensation, I also felt Bing'er's noticeably faster heartbeat. My mouth continued down to Bing'er's right breast, first gently sucking the nipple a few times, then biting it with my teeth, gradually increasing the pressure, while my right hand massaged the left nipple with more force. I tried to avoid biting her when I was extremely excited, lest I lose control and cause her any problems. Bing'er was clearly unable to resist a gentleman who used both hands and mouth simultaneously, making continuous "ooh ooh ah ah mmm" sounds. I was immersed in Bing'er's breasts, switching positions between my hands and mouth every now and then, sometimes using both hands together, my head leaving the controlled area to admire Bing'er's flushed face and her breasts that I could never tire of looking at. As for the description of exquisite breasts, there is Su Dongpo's poem to attest to it: "

Viewed horizontally, they are ridges; viewed from the side, they are peaks;

near and far, high and low, each is different."

"I cannot see the true face of Rushan,

for I am in the mountain myself."

This remarkably apt poem was written by Su Dongpo, a pioneer of the revolution. However, because he was at the Xilin Temple on Mount Lu, surrounded by some hypocritical fellows, this excellent poem was misinterpreted. Of course, he wasn't the only one with such talent; later, Wang Wei wrote a similarly erotic poem with a rather vivid imagery. "

From afar, the mountain is colorful (Rushan is mainly red and black),

up close, the water is silent (even close up, one cannot hear the sound of flowing erotic water), spring has gone, but the flowers remain (spring has ended, but the chrysanthemums are still there), people come, but the birds are not startled." (The bird won't be startled by a woman's approach.) Gradually, Bing'er's moans grew louder and louder, and suddenly she pushed me away. Although we'd fought dozens of times in the past six months, often using techniques we'd learned, I knew exactly what was about to happen. Bing'er understood the true meaning of giving and taking; she hurriedly pulled down my outer pants, oh, and my underwear too. Instantly, the veins on my most dangerous weapon, my third point, were exposed to the sunlight. Bing'er took a bottle of Coca-Cola from her bag on the rock, opened the cap, and gradually poured a little Coca-Cola from the base of my weapon to the tip. At the glans, Bing'er skillfully pulled back the foreskin covering the base of the glans, poured some Coca-Cola on it, and gently cleaned it with her hand. Because we often didn't shower before making love, Bing'er came up with a great idea. Coca-Cola not only cleanses, but also reduces odor and saltiness during oral sex, making it more palatable for the person performing oral sex and more enjoyable for the recipient. I praised Bing'er's ingenuity, so we always kept a bottle of Coca-Cola handy when we were together, which we could also use to quench our thirst after making love. We also tried Sprite, Red Bull, and other drinks, but because Bing'er felt the best from Coca-Cola, it became our designated drink for sex. Perhaps the first time is the most important experience for a woman. Considering how much money Wanglaoji (a popular herbal tea brand) has made, I hope I don't overdo it and cause any problems. I've always approached masturbation with the spirit of "what's lost can be regained," giving it my all. Before Bing'er, the only way to satisfy my physical needs was through masturbation. Although each time it was hundreds of millions of times, it wasn't difficult to get my hands wet from masturbation; what was difficult was getting my whole bed wet. Bing'er

sat on the rock, grabbed her breasts with both hands, squeezed them against my penis, and then released them. In the past, Bing'er would occasionally watch porn with me to learn advanced sexual techniques from abroad. She even tried breast sex, but after one pleasurable experience, I stopped letting her do it. My heart ached. Doing it like that puts too much pressure on the breasts, exhausting the man's essence. It's fine at first, but once the stimulation decreases, it becomes very difficult. And the woman doesn't gain anything from this move. Therefore, I resolutely sealed this "breast-against-weapon" tactic in the museum. From then on, before making love, Bing'er always stopped short, polite first, then forceful. Bing'er poured some Coca-Cola into her mouth, then lowered her head and took my powerful weapon into her mouth. Sucking, sucking, licking, touching, rubbing, biting—every move was captivating. While enjoying it, looking down at the masses below, I felt a surge of pride.

"Bing'er, let me first explain to you what 'drawing the sword' means. In ancient times, when scholars and poets encountered rivals in brothels, no matter how strong their opponents were, even if they were the greatest swordsman in the world, they would still take off their pants and draw their precious swords to compete for the title of courtesan, even if they lost to their opponents. That is the spirit of 'drawing the sword'!"

"Facts have proven that a party with a fine tradition often possesses the fertile ground for cultivating heroes. Heroes or outstanding swordsmen tend to emerge collectively rather than individually. The reason is simple: they are influenced by the same tradition, developing similar character and temperament. For example, as I mentioned earlier, our party has produced countless heroes who donated sperm for the country. Every party has its own tradition. What is tradition? Tradition is a kind of character, a kind of temperament. This tradition and character are determined by the character and temperament of the founder when the party was established; he gave it..." This party has been infused with a soul, and from this day forward, regardless of the passage of time or changes in personnel, this party's soul will live on forever! (PS: It is said that Chen Duxiu founded the Communist Party of China after being expelled from Peking University for soliciting prostitutes. What is this? This is our party's soul! We have waged a twenty-two-year armed struggle, gradually growing from weak to strong. What has our party relied on? We have relied on this party's soul, we have relied on the fighting will of the vast number of commanders and fighters within our party! Even when outnumbered and surrounded, we dare to draw our swords! We dare to fight until not a single sperm remains!)

"One sentence: In a narrow encounter, the brave prevail! The spirit of 'Bright Sword' is the soul of our sect! Wherever the sword points, nothing can stand in its way!!!" I was discussing swordsmanship atop Mount Jiuhua, my spirits soaring. But Bing'er's ventriloquism had reached a level of consummate skill. After I finished speaking, I let out a few low growls, leaving some mischievous creatures in Bing'er's mouth. I pulled the sword from her lips, and some lives that had just heard my swordsmanship were forever left on the summit of Mount Jiuhua. Bing'er casually picked up a Coca-Cola, first cleaning her mouth, then using her hand to wash the tip of my temporarily lowered sword.

Without a word, Bing'er put down the Coca-Cola. Le took my sword into her mouth again, and in just a few moments, it regained its brilliance, shimmering in the sunlight (due to the Coca-Cola). I pulled the sword from Bing'er's mouth, laid my clothes on the stone, and gently set Bing'er down. I knelt down and lifted Bing'er's skirt, revealing the lace, semi-transparent purple camisole she was wearing underneath. Oh, it was a matching set; the dark forest was clearly visible from the outside. I gently parted Bing'er's legs with my hands, rubbing her genitals through the camisole. The camisole was already wet, so I knew I didn't need to use a liner anymore. I removed Bing'er's sexy camisole.

I started kissing her from her toes, enjoying the girl's moans; no music in the world could compare. I kissed her, then her calves, her thighs, until I reached Bing'er's genitals. Although I had explored her many times, her vulva still shone with a vibrant red. I could only describe it with one phrase: "This vulva is heavenly; such a kiss is rare on earth." My tongue appeared and disappeared between Bing'er's labia and her clitoris, sucking, licking, touching, rubbing, and biting. Bing'er's vaginal fluids increased; hmm, Bing'er's spring water was a little salty.

I found a Coca-Cola can, took a big gulp, and blew it forcefully into Bing'er's vagina. Her delicate body trembled, and a soft "Ah!" escaped her lips, utterly captivating. I placed Bing'er's legs on my shoulders, parted her labia with my hands, and inserted my tongue into her vagina, stirring it inside. Bing'er responded with heavenly moans and provided my tongue with plenty of saliva. As my tongue moved, Bing'er gripped the back of my head tightly with both hands. Suddenly, a series of rapid sounds accompanied by rapid trembling accompanied her orgasm. My tongue left Bing'er's vagina, and I saw drops of vaginal fluid flowing from her genitals.

I took out my usual "battle item"—a condom—from the backpack on the rock. What brand? Certainly not CCTV-1. In 2006, Li Zhenyong, a businessman from Changle, Fujian, applied for CCTV-1 to use as a trademark for more than 10 of his products, including uterine caps, condoms, and non-chemical contraceptives. Unfortunately, I definitely wouldn't be able to get this approved in China, otherwise it would have become my go-to condom for sex, even if it's expensive. After dozens of battles with Bing'er, to avoid any mishaps, I always had a condom on hand, to prevent any "battle reinforcements" :lol :. Although condoms reduce the comfort of the "weapon," this can be completely compensated for with mood, positions, and environment. As the saying goes, a condom can be used, but not all condoms are truly effective. I slipped the condom onto the center of my "life-saving weapon," lifted Bing'er's legs, aimed at her, and entered her sufficiently wet vagina without any resistance. I guess I'm not being too hasty now?

My hands began to roam over Bing'er's delicate body, stimulating her breasts incessantly. Bing'er was already lost in desire, her arms tightly wrapped around my waist, soft moans and gasps escaping her lips, her head bobbing, her body trembling. My sword moved restlessly within its sheath; the nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep thrust, which seemed only effective for first love, had been changed to three shallow thrusts followed by one deep thrust, intensifying the sensations for both of us. Soon, Bing'er's second orgasm arrived unexpectedly. I continued my piston-like movements with excitement, but Bing'er pleaded, "Stop, stop, ahhh." Helplessly, I stopped, and without removing my sword from its sheath, I slowly lifted Bing'er and sat her on the rock.

Bing'er's face was flushed with a captivating blush. She rested her head on my shoulder, her hands gripping my back tightly, panting heavily. My arms were also wrapped around Bing'er, while my sword moved gently and rhythmically within its sheath.

"It feels so good!" Bing'er said after resting for a few minutes, lifting her head from my shoulder. "Shall we continue?" Before I could answer, she began to move on my legs. Bing'er had taken the initiative, and I had no choice but to cooperate, one hand around her waist, the other roaming over her breasts. In less than a minute, Bing'er's moans grew louder and louder; it seemed my "sword" was near her G-spot, causing a strong reaction in her. Bing'er's movements became faster and faster. Even with the condom on, I still felt a surge of heat, and my penis trembled involuntarily as I ejaculated. Bing'er and I hugged tightly, panting heavily.

We hugged like that for about ten minutes before Bing'er got off me. We cleaned up the battlefield with Coca-Cola and put the used condoms in a black plastic bag. This wasn't a souvenir; it was a sign of our environmental awareness and reluctance to pollute the environment. We sat on a rock, bathed in the soft sunlight. Holding Bing'er, I said, "It's been more than half an hour. Those people should be here in about twenty minutes. Let's pack up, rest for a while, and then go down the mountain."

"No, I want to do it again," Bing'er pouted.

"I've had two orgasms, and you've already had three, and you still want more?" I asked, puzzled.

"This is our last time. I'm going to rest at home tomorrow, and I'm leaving the day after. Don't come to see me off; I'll cry. Just consider this my last request, okay? Besides, if we each have another orgasm, that way you'll have three, and I'll have four. That way, we won't be doing anything inappropriate!" Bing'er looked at me pitifully.

"At the summit of Mount Jiuhua, if each of us has one orgasm, that's six plus one." I pulled another condom out of my bag, but my five-inch weapon had shrunk to two inches, unable to complete the full set.

Bing'er moved closer to me and sealed my lips with her cherry-like mouth. We kissed passionately. We stood up, and Bing'er reached for my penis with one hand. Because of my position, I couldn't reach her genitals, so I used what was closest, making circular motions on her breasts. Bing'er's fingertips gently slid between her genitals and my penis, then slid back. I shuddered; my penis hardened, though not quite hard, but it was at its maximum length. I moved away from Bing'er's body, turned her around so she faced downhill, and prepared to take my penis out the back door. I hadn't explored Bing'er's anus yet, and even though she was leaving, I was reluctant, because it was said that exploring this area had negative effects on a woman's body. Bing'er's vagina was still quite wet and slippery. After slightly adjusting my position, my penis smoothly entered the battle zone. Facing the bustling crowd below the mountain, Bing'er and I were extremely excited. Our movements were large, frequent, and loud. We wanted to release the pain of our impending separation in each piston-like motion.

We were lost in the moment, oblivious to the passage of time. Before my final climax, Bing'er experienced several more orgasms. I grabbed Bing'er's breasts from behind and kneaded them hard. Bing'er felt pain, but the pleasure outweighed the pain; she experienced both pain and pleasure. As I felt pleasure, I cried out. Finally, I sensed a signal at the head of my penis, and I intensified my thrusting to increase the pleasure. With my final, desperate howl, I felt the last of my sperm leave my body. Bing'er's body also trembled; she had clearly orgasmed again. This was our last orgasm.

Before we could recover, a burst of applause suddenly erupted. Seriously? There were quite a few people behind us, and some women were even clapping! What kind of world is this? I quickly whispered to Bing'er, "Don't move, I'll get you some clothes." I drew my sword, turned around, ignoring the woman's startled cry from not far ahead, and grabbed Bing'er's sweater. She took it and put it on within two seconds. At the same time, I turned around and put on my underwear. I heard the sighs of a pack of wolves, "Wow, that was fast."

Damn it, this is a huge loss, so many unpaid spectators. I casually put on my trousers and coat, and glanced around. I saw several girls who immediately turned away when they saw my lecherous look. "These hypocrites, they'd better come back another day to discuss swordsmanship," I thought to myself.

Things were urgent earlier, and I had to throw away the condoms out of my eco-consciousness. My precious sword hadn't even had time to be maintained before being stored away. I felt uneasy about it, so I had to pack up and head down the mountain. I quickly packed everything up. Bing'er's bikini was ruined, so after a moment's thought, I bent down, picked up the condoms, and put them in the black plastic bag. I can't remain unfazed even if Mount Tai collapses before me, but I can certainly develop a good habit. I grabbed Bing'er's hand and hurried down the mountain path. Bing'er kept her head down, her other hand constantly pressing down on her short skirt, which was trying to stay upright. As we passed the group, I heard applause along with some whistles. Those wolves, if there hadn't been girls around, they probably would have been lying on the ground peeking under her skirt. I doubt anyone here on this forum was actually there at the time.

After walking for a few minutes, the shadows of the people behind us were getting smaller and smaller. Bing'er finally looked up, a bright smile on her face. "So exciting!"

"You mean the last time we did it and they saw us? I think so too. Those girls got off easy." I grinned mischievously.

"Not then. I was really scared then. I'm talking about when I walked past that group of people with nothing underneath me. That feeling is indescribable." Women's feelings are so strange. No wonder people say you have to be especially careful around animals that bleed for a week every month and are fine.

Sigh, I finally understand why there are so many wardrobe malfunctions around the world.

After descending the mountain, Bing'er went out without underwear in a secluded spot and insisted I accompany her on the bus, refusing to take a taxi. In her words, it was a crazy, exciting day, leaving behind a day she would never forget—December 8, 2003, later known in unofficial history as the January 28 Movement. [The End]

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