【The Fallen Goddess】(01-02) Author: xxting

Author: xxting
Word Count: 20340

Chapter 1: The Helplessness of First Love

On the morning of September 1st, 2006, the sky was already bright, the blazing sun had long since dispelled
any sleepiness , and its dazzling light quickly raised the temperature of the earth, making it even more difficult to leave the cool air-conditioned rooms.
However, the campus of University A was already bustling with people and lively with activity; new student registration is always the busiest
time of year for universities.

The retractable gate at the school gate was fully open, retracting into the granite-decorated wall, where a huge banner
reading "Welcome New Students" shone brightly in the sunlight. Inside the gate, along the central axis of the plaza, was a
huge oval lawn, neatly trimmed, dividing the plaza into two wide passageways
leading directly to the tall main teaching building opposite the school gate. Along both sides of the passageway, countless long desks were already neatly arranged
in a long line. Colorful tents and banners adorned the once empty square with vibrant colors. Each tent
displayed the name of a department under its canopy, swaying gently in the breeze. Many
people had already gathered under the tents; upperclassmen had just arrived and were preparing various materials, bottled water, tissues, and other items.
Before eight o'clock, shuttle buses began arriving, and large numbers of new students entered this unfamiliar yet soon-to
-be-familiar campus. The square instantly became lively. Upperclassmen constantly greeted arriving students
and parents, handing them water and relevant guidance materials and manuals. After gathering a few students, they would lead them to
the gymnasium and other locations to register, arrange accommodation, obtain campus cards, and so on.

Compared to the hurried pace and numerous questions from out-of-town students and parents,
Xia appeared much calmer and more elegant. If it weren't for the need to avoid the heat later, she wouldn't have wanted to come early to squeeze
into the registration crowd. When Xia Xiting walked into the campus carrying a small leather backpack and dragging a small suitcase, she immediately
became the focus of attention in the bustling crowd. Xia Xiting was a recognized school beauty in high school. At 1.63 meters
tall, she possessed a standard, delicate oval face. Her pointed chin
accentuated , making them exceptionally alluring. Her nose was straight and elegant, and beneath her long, straight eyebrows, a pair of watery almond-shaped eyes seemed to shimmer
with light blue waves. Her long, glossy black hair, parted in the middle, cascaded down like a waterfall,
highlighting her near-perfect face. Since today was just for registration and she would be running around to various registration points,
Xia Xiting casually wore a peach-colored tight-fitting t-shirt and light blue denim shorts. Even
in such casual attire, her stunning figure, barely over 18 years old, was enough to showcase her amazing physique. Her breasts , at least a C-cup,
stretched the already tight t-shirt, creating a beautiful curve on her chest. The taut fabric showcased
two perfect hemispherical shapes. Her smooth arms, accentuated by the t-shirt's small sleeves, were dazzlingly white. The
hem of the t-shirt, cinched at the waist, was perfectly flat and without an ounce of excess fat. Thin hot pants hugged her
round pert buttocks, creating a stunning slope with her firm, slender waist. The hot pants were so short they barely reached her
thighs, boldly displaying a pair of long, straight, white legs. From the front, the lines were as
smooth . Her legs, free of stockings, reflected a dazzling light in the sunlight thanks to their snow-white skin. Xia Xiting started wearing high heels in
middle school , and today was no exception. Despite the prospect of walking a long way, she still
wore a pair of super-high woven wedge sandals. Her fair arches curved beautifully and sexily within the shoes, and
her slender insteps accentuated her graceful figure. All ten toes were meticulously painted with a light, clear nail polish,
making her feet appear even whiter, more delicate, and translucent. Xia Xiting possessed an innate talent for wearing high heels;
she could walk on any heel as if it were flat ground. Today, to finish her registration quickly and avoid the sweltering heat, Xia Xiting quickened her pace
, traversing the plaza's passageway and heading straight for the gymnasium. Seeing this stunningly beautiful woman swaying gracefully past,
a male student council member finally couldn't resist stopping her and asking, "Hello, are you a new student here to register?"

"Hello, yes," Xiting replied politely, stopping to offer a friendly smile.

"Which department are you in? It'll be much easier for us to take you there," the boy
asked, trying to sound calm despite his pounding heart.

"Journal of Journalism and Communication, but it's okay, I know the way. I went to high school here," Qianting
said with a smile.

The boy was clearly a little disappointed, but still wanted to try again. "Oh, then let me help you with your suitcase."

Qianting felt a little uncomfortable with his awkward attentiveness, so she took a slight step back and said, "No need for that
. My suitcase is very light, just a few clothes and some daily necessities. You can help the others; I know this place well."
Seeing the boy's disappointed expression, Qianting continued walking quickly towards the gymnasium with her head slightly lowered, leaving the dejected
boy not far away to be teased by the student council members.

Xia Qianting calmly completed the registration and accommodation procedures. With
the help , she easily carried her daily necessities, suitcase, books, and other belongings to the dormitory. The newly renovated dormitory
was very nice, a four-person room with each person having their own desk. Xi Ting was in a good mood, and out of gratitude and
respect for her seniors, although she felt a little awkward, she still gave them
her phone number, despite their shamelessness. The two boys, posing as seniors majoring in communication, started asking all sorts of questions: where they were from, why they chose
A University, what career options were available after graduation, and how to find internships. Xi Ting listened politely and patiently
, trying to glean some useful information so as not to appear annoyed. Just then,
the other arrived, carrying their bags. Xi Ting quickly took the opportunity to greet her roommates and
introduce them, leaving the two boys naturally standing aside. She simply said goodbye and left. Xi Ting had a gentle
personality and always spoke softly and kindly, quickly getting along well with the three girls in her dorm. After everyone
had finished, Xi Ting suddenly remembered that she had forgotten to ask her best friend, Zhao Jie, how she was doing. Zhao Jie was six months older than Xia Qianting and they had been best friends
since childhood . She was also a beauty, though not as
flawlessly sculpted as Xia Qianting. Zhao Jie was slightly shorter than Qianting, standing at 1.61 meters tall,
with an oval face and alluring, captivating eyes. Her breasts were an impressive E-cup, though slightly sagging due to their size. She
wasn't overweight, just a little chubby, and had curly hair with bangs, exuding a subtle maturity. Zhao Jie
and Qianting were inseparable, and coincidentally, Zhao Jie was also enrolling at A University today. Qianting made a phone call...
Zhao Jie had just finished her work, so the two of them agreed to go to McDonald's
for lunch , and then go shopping in the afternoon. Since they were both locals, university life hadn't really
affected their lives much. However, as time went on, the ups and downs of life eventually took over.

After entering university, Xia Xiting naturally became the center of attention, attracting many suitors. Countless men consistently showered her
with attention , sent flowers and gifts during holidays, and confessed their feelings. Xia Xiting
had never been interested in these shameless, manipulative, and pretentious things. Although being constantly surrounded by people made
her feel comfortable, the careful handling of each situation was exhausting. Moreover, after the National Day holiday, the student union and various clubs
began recruiting, and many boys enthusiastically invited Xiting. However, Xia Xiting was an easygoing and somewhat
unambitious person, and she had little interest in these activities and groups, so she declined them all. Finally, unable to
stay out of it, she joined the photography club, thinking that at least she could learn a skill, and that more work wouldn't hurt
. In the photography club, Xia Xiting met a boy in the same year from the business school named Ding Xiaofeng. Ding Xiaofeng was a year older than
Xia Xiting , very handsome, 1.8 meters tall, with striking features, a love for sports, a fit physique,
and came from a wealthy family; he always dressed in designer brands. In March 2007, during their first training class,
Ding Xiaofeng happened to sit next to Xia Xiting. Since Xiting hadn't bought a DSLR yet, Ding Xiaofeng let her play with his
camera so she could understand what the teacher was saying. Practice
makes perfect, and since Ding Xiaofeng had been involved in photography for a long time and was quite skilled, his photos were often used by the teacher for explanations. Later, at every club training session, Xiting
and Ding Xiaofeng sat together. Ding Xiaofeng was very attentive, patiently explaining anything Xiting didn't understand,
and he was very witty, using vivid metaphors. Their relationship gradually grew closer. After two months
of training, the next step was to go on field trips for research and fieldwork. The instructor suggested that each member should get a camera.
Ding Xiaofeng joked, "You still need to bleed a little, right?" Xia Xiting covered her mouth and laughed, saying, "Yeah, I'll go bleed tomorrow,
but you have to come with me. I'm afraid I'll bleed the wrong person." As soon as she said this, Xiting felt a pang of panic, secretly regretting
that she had taken the initiative to ask someone out. But Ding Xiaofeng seemed completely oblivious, patting his chest
confidently : "With me here, you can rest assured! But tomorrow is Sunday, I'm going to sleep in. I'll contact you around noon.

" The next day, Xia Xiting got up before 8 a.m., feeling inexplicably uneasy. She regretted asking
Ding Xiaofeng turmoil and she couldn't think of
a satisfactory reason. She also had a vague anticipation for their noon meeting, and the more she struggled with it, the stronger
this anticipation became. Soon, Xia Xiting started worrying about something else: what to wear for noon
. Naturally, Xiting wanted to dress nicely to see Ding Xiaofeng, but she didn't want to seem too deliberate.
However, ordinary clothes, like a safe t-shirt and jeans, made her feel unsatisfied. After much deliberation, it was almost
10 o'clock before Xiting finally decided to wear a white chiffon round-neck top with slightly puffed sleeves. The large round neckline
was almost off-the-shoulder, but it was a little low, and it was supported by Xiting's full and perky breasts. Standing
opposite a small section of her fair and delicate cleavage could be seen. Xiting carefully wore a light pink bra underneath, and then
changed to transparent bra straps to prevent it from being exposed and unsightly. Her top was tucked into a pink, ruffled mini-skirt,
the hem barely covering her hips by 10 centimeters. The innocent look was undeniably sexy.
Beneath the skirt, her two shapely, straight legs, as white and delicate as icicles, were encased in ultra-thin, flesh-colored sheer pantyhose, making them
appear even more ethereal and flawless, attracting the attention of passersby like a magnet. Zheng Xiting always loved wearing high heels,
and almost never mid-heels or low heels. Today, she chose a pair of silver peep-toe super high heels. The shiny
uppers were devoid of any extra embellishments, the small opening slightly revealing part of her toes,
and the slender heels, over 10 centimeters long, made a soft tapping sound on the ground. Qianting, wearing light makeup and feeling a little restless
, received a call from Ding Xiaofeng. He immediately asked, "Have you eaten yet, beautiful?" "Not yet."
"Then I'll treat you to dinner, I'm starving. See you downstairs in a bit." While Qianting hesitated,
he hung up without giving her a chance to refuse. Qianting had no choice but to put on a cardigan over her top, and
amidst the envious glances of her roommates and classmates, she picked up her small handbag and leisurely went downstairs. When Qianting
emerged from the girls' dormitory, Ding Xiaofeng was already waiting in front of the green belt in his sportswear, carrying a large bag, the contents of which were unclear
. Seeing the elegant, beautiful, and slightly sexy woman before him, he was momentarily stunned.
However, being a seasoned player in matters of the heart, he quickly suppressed his excitement and accompanied Qianting towards the school gate. Xia
Xiting, with her sharp eyes, asked curiously, "Why are you carrying such a big backpack to eat?" "I was worried you were carrying too much money and
it would be too heavy , so I'm helping you pack it." "Get lost, it's not like we're going to buy a house!" Xiting giggled, her anxiety instantly
vanishing. Ding Xiaofeng walked alongside the beauty beside him, saying, "I found a really good place,
I'll take you there ." Under the occasional stares of passersby, Ding Xiaofeng hailed a taxi, and he and Xiting got in.

As soon as they got out of the car, Xia Xiting was stunned. They were in front of one of the city's most upscale seafood restaurants. She
hesitated, saying, "We're eating here? Lunch doesn't have to be this extravagant." "We have coupons we can't use,
it'd be a waste not to eat here, let's go," Ding Xiaofeng said without further ado, walking into the restaurant's towering doors. Xia Xiting
had no choice but to follow, and they sat down in a quiet little booth. This was Xiting's first time here. She
had only heard of this restaurant before and was always curious to see it for herself. Looking at the modern, minimalist yet
grand and luxurious decor, her spirits lifted. Ding Xiaofeng picked up the huge menu. "Why do
n't you order?" Xiting placed her hands on the cold counter and shook her head at Ding Xiaofeng. "Looks like you know your stuff.
You order." Ding Xiaofeng didn't refuse. He closed the menu and began rattling off the names of sashimi, oysters, sea urchin, sea
cucumber, prawns, and cod to the waiter. Xiting's eyes widened in surprise. She couldn't help but exclaim, "Wow, you
order way too well!" Ding Xiaofeng chuckled. "Just average, average. I haven't eaten enough." "Don't order too much,
it'll be a waste." "It's a buffet, but it's à la carte. You don't have to get up from the table to carry plates." "..."

Xiting simply stopped offering opinions; the guy opposite her was reliable enough. Because she hadn't eaten much proper food before...
At the seafood feast, Xia Xiting hesitated a bit about the sashimi and oysters. Ding Xiaofeng kept urging her, "Just try
it out, if you don't like it, it's only once." Xiting was easily persuaded, so she used her chopsticks
to take a slice of salmon that Ding Xiaofeng had dipped in wasabi and soy sauce for her and put it in her mouth. Seeing Xiting's furrowed brows relax, Ding Xiaofeng said happily, "How is it? Not bad, right? This one is even better." He then picked up
a slice of lemon, squeezed the juice onto an oyster, and Xiting, encouraged, readily accepted and ate it. Good food always brings pleasure, so Xiting declined slightly before agreeing to drink some sake poured by Ding Xiaofeng. The sweet and fragrant sake made them talk more. After eating for a while, Ding Xiaofeng suddenly asked, "You're so beautiful, how come you don't have a boyfriend?" "...How do you know I don't?" Xiting asked playfully, looking forward to seeing Ding Xiaofeng's embarrassed expression. "Come on, you have a boyfriend? It's 520 today and you're having a romantic dinner with me?" Qianting was startled. "Oh my god, I really forgot. Okay, I don't have one. Maybe I'm just too introverted." "I don't think you're introverted at all. I think you..." Ding Xiaofeng paused halfway through his sentence. Qianting, who was listening to him with her head down, unconsciously looked up at him. Ding Xiaofeng paused again. "I think you're just outwardly calm and aloof, but actually quite lively inside. After we got to know each other better, you sometimes talk and act quite extroverted and bold." Qianting was taken aback and speechless. She smiled awkwardly, reached for a large prawn, and carefully peeled and ate it. The other tables in the restaurant had already been emptied , but the waiters politely kept all the lights and air conditioning on in the lobby. Qianting hadn't noticed that it was already past 3 PM, and her table was the only one left in the huge restaurant. It wasn't until Ding Xiaofeng leaned back in his chair, saying, "I'm stuffed ! Are you full?" Although Qianting hadn't eaten much, she felt satisfied and nodded. The two stood up and walked through the empty restaurant, exiting amidst the orderly farewells of the waiters. Once outside, Ding Xiaofeng stopped and said, "Why don't you wait in the hotel lobby for a bit? I'll go get a taxi; it's hot outside ." Qianting shook her head. "It's okay, a walk after eating is good." So Ding Xiaofeng led Qianting, and the two walked side-by-side towards the nearby digital mall. Ding Xiaofeng carefully pointed out the potholes and steps on the pavement, and each time he looked down, he saw Qianting's long, slender legs and her delicate feet in her high heels, which made his heart flutter. Xiting found it amusing and interrupted him, "Alright, I'm not disabled." "I was just worried you'd twist your ankle ." "It's fine, if I were wearing flats you'd be the one paving the way for me." "..." This time it was Ding Xiaofeng's turn to be speechless. The two bickered and unknowingly arrived at the digital mall. Ding Xiaofeng knew the way well and quickly led Xiting through various islands and counters, to a section selling digital cameras. They went straight into a shop with a large white, red, illuminated sign. The owner, a middle-aged man, seemed to know Ding Xiaofeng well and greeted him with a smile, "Looking around again?" "Yeah, picking out a camera for a friend." "What kind do you want?" "Do you have the Olympus E510?" "Hmm, not bad, great for girls starting out, fully manual, and compact." Xiting stood blankly at the shop entrance, listening to the two of them talking in technical jargon. A short while later, Ding Xiaofeng came . "Damn it, the machine just came out of stock everywhere." Xia Xiting was a little disappointed, but she quickly comforted herself that it wasn't an important class, and she didn't absolutely have to buy it today. So she quickly said to Ding Xiaofeng, "It's okay, we can buy it when it's in stock. There's no rush these next couple of days." Ding Xiaofeng paused for a moment and said, "Well... there's a shopping mall next door, do you want to go shopping? We can't just come out in this heat and go back empty-handed, can we?" "Sure, as long as you don't find it heavy carrying a big bag full of money with me." Xiting teased him unconsciously. Ding Xiaofeng chuckled and accompanied Xiting to the mall to try on several clothes and shoes. Before they knew it, it was already past 6 o'clock. Ding Xiaofeng reminded her, "It's getting late. Have you been to that Hong Kong-style tea restaurant in the mall?" "No, which one?" "Hong Kong Plaza. " "Is it good?" "Pretty authentic." "Then... shall we go?" "Okay." The two entered the Hong Kong Plaza restaurant. Ding Xiaofeng suddenly said, "You order some drinks first, I'm going out to make a phone call." Qianting agreed with some doubt, ordered a milk tea from the waiter, and sat alone in her seat, lost in thought. She felt a little sad about Ding Xiaofeng's mysterious behavior, and the closeness she had felt earlier suddenly cooled down. Time seemed to slow down. Just as Qianting was becoming a little anxious, Ding Xiaofeng strode back. Qianting was surprised when she saw him. Ding Xiaofeng was holding a large bouquet of pink roses in one hand and . He walked up to her and handed her the flowers. Qianting froze and didn't take it. "What is this...?" "Hey, can't you take it first?" "Okay..." After Ding Xiaofeng said it so decisively, Qianting subconsciously took the flowers and placed them on the seat next to her. Ding Xiaofeng then handed her the paper bag. "This is for you." Qianting looked at it and saw that it was the dress she had tried on earlier and was quite satisfied with. "What are you doing?" "I noticed you like this one the most, so I just bought it for you." Qianting's heart fluttered at being told what to do. This handsome boy had already won her over. "I can't accept this, I don't want it..." "Hey, wait a minute, it's not over yet." Ding Xiaofeng said, opening his backpack under Qianting's helpless gaze. He took out a beautifully packaged black box with a camera image printed on it. "I specially , otherwise I would have had to wait several more months. It's for you. Study hard from now on." Xia Qianting was stunned by the series of surprises. Her beautiful eyes looked at the calm Ding Xiaofeng. "You planned this today, didn't you?" "Yeah, it's 520." "Why are you giving me all this on 520?" "Are you playing dumb? I really and this is how I express it." Xia Qianting's fair face instantly flushed red. Her heart churned violently , yet she was incredibly happy and couldn't help but smile softly. Ding Xiaofeng, on the contrary, felt a little awkward. "Hey, what do you mean by smiling?" Qianting was an understanding person and immediately realized Ding Xiaofeng's situation. So she looked up at Ding Xiaofeng's eyes and nodded vigorously. "I like you too." Ding Xiaofeng was so excited that he almost cried. "Happy 520, wife." "Get lost!" "You're already abusing me after just getting married?" "Get lost!" Xia Qianting becoming Ding Xiaofeng's girlfriend was quite a big deal at school. Qianting's roommates thought they were a good match, while a group of boys had all sorts of feelings of envy, jealousy, and ridicule. Seeing Qianting and Ding Xiaofeng together all the time...

Gradually, they held hands and embraced. Qianting was experiencing the taste of love for the first time, and Ding Xiaofeng was someone who understood her thoughts
perfectly. Every day, Qianting was immersed in sweetness. After more than a month, one evening
during a tryst by the lake at school, she obediently allowed Ding Xiaofeng to kiss her lips. Held tightly in his arms, Qianting felt
dizzy, her heart pounding wildly. His powerful kiss on her lips was moist,
soft , and possessed a captivating pressure. Qianting couldn't help but breathe heavily, her hands unconsciously
wrapping around Ding Xiaofeng's back. For the first time, Ding Xiaofeng forcefully embraced the beauty. Closing his eyes, he only felt
a sweet fragrance around his nose. Qianting's heavy breathing instantly aroused him.
The pressure of her firm, round breasts against his chest, and the exquisite sensation of her hips accentuated by her shapely buttocks
, made Ding Xiaofeng somewhat unable to control himself. However, Xiting was almost breathless from the kiss, and soon she lowered her head
to break free, her face flushed with
embarrassment and she dared not look at her boyfriend. Ding Xiaofeng couldn't help but lower his head and kiss her a few more times, feeling an uncomfortable swelling in his crotch, so he forced himself to calm down for a while. From that day on, Xiting was brought into a completely new
world of experience. Every kiss and caress made her body tremble and pant. Sometimes she couldn't help but abandon
her reserve initiative to kiss him. Faced with such a beautiful woman who had never been with anyone, Ding Xiaofeng was happy to proceed step by step. Until one
day, on a very secluded bench by the lake, after a passionate and intense French kiss, Ding Xiaofeng's
hands, which had been caressing Xiting's body for a long time, finally pulled down the straps of her tank top and unhooked her bra. Xiting instinctively wanted to
stop him, but hesitated and did not act. The dim, purple-glowing mosquito-killing lamps around them crackled intermittently
, making the surroundings even more tranquil. Ding Xiaofeng finally witnessed the scene he had longed for: Xia Xiting's
breasts sprang from her bra, full and perky, naturally forming two rounded hemispheres on her chest. With the slightest
movement of her arm, a deep, long cleavage could be created. The areolas were only a small pink ring, evenly surrounding the delicate
nipples, appearing exceptionally tender and alluring against the backdrop of her snow-white breasts. Ding Xiaofeng couldn't resist reaching out and cupping
Xiting's breasts. The soft yet firm touch felt incredibly elastic. Under his caresses, the breasts naturally maintained their
beautiful shape. Xiting obediently closed her eyes, leaning against her boyfriend's chest, letting Ding Xiaofeng roam over her breasts.

When Ding Xiaofeng tentatively began to knead Qianting's nipples, Qianting was quickly completely under his control. Her mouth opened wide
involuntarily , her hands gripped Ding Xiaofeng's arm tightly, and she buried her face in his shoulder, only able
to gasp for breath. The sensual sensation was unbearable for Ding Xiaofeng, so he lowered his head even further,
taking Qianting's already erect nipple into his mouth and sucking and playing with it vigorously. "Ah..." Qianting
finally let out her first moan, a sound unique to sex, which undoubtedly greatly encouraged Ding Xiaofeng's advances. With
a soft cry from Qianting, he picked her up and placed her on his lap, continuing to tease her sensitive nipples
while slipping his hand inside her short skirt, which had already been pulled down to her thighs. The invasion of her sensitive skin between her legs caused Qianting
to instinctively feel a slight fear, but the electric-like pleasure radiating from her breasts quickly made her ignore
the discomfort. She merely tightened her legs slightly and pushed away a couple of times before giving up. Ding Xiaofeng was overjoyed. His fingers
touched Qianting's already wet and warm secret garden between her legs, the thin fabric of her panties revealing the location of her genitals.
Ding Xiaofeng carefully placed his fingers on Qianting's private parts, applying a little more pressure with the base of his fingers. He slowly
began massaging her in place, moving her left and right, up and down. Being attacked from both sides, Qianting had never experienced such stimulation before. Involuntarily,
she let out pleasurable moans from deep within her throat, "Ah...oh oh oh, ah...ah," each breath a
testament to her enjoyment, filled with a decadent and ecstatic feeling. Ding Xiaofeng felt the thin
fabric beneath his fingers quickly become wet and sticky. Qianting, now completely disregarding her camisole
and skirt piled up around her waist, pulled her boyfriend's head up, demanding a passionate kiss. Her completely naked legs clenched and unclenched with each
wave of pleasure, her feet, clad in high-heeled sandals
, were taut and straight. Her whole body trembled spasmodically, each moan more intense than the last, "Ah...ah...husband
..."

…Ah…uh…” Ding Xiaofeng’s penis was engorged to the point of bursting.
The beautiful woman before him, whom so many could only dream of, was almost naked in his arms. Her two snow-white, perky breasts, glistening with
the saliva he had left after sucking them, reflected the light in the night. Her lower body was completely overflowing with lustful fluids; he could even feel the shape of her parted
labia . She was ready to be fiercely conquered by the man’s penis. Ding Xiaofeng boldly
moved his hand upwards, finding the waistband of Qianting’s panties. Ignoring Qianting’s token resistance, he easily pulled open the opening
and reached inside. Qianting’s mons pubis was covered only by a sparse layer of pubic hair, vaguely shrouding a small area. The soft
touch made Ding Xiaofeng unable to resist playing with it a few more times. The feeling of shame made Qianting groan a few times. She tried
to stop him but was too weak, and could only let her boyfriend penetrate deeper. Ding Xiaofeng slowly touched
the mysterious garden he had dreamed of, only to find that Qianting actually had a clean… Her vulva, the delicate skin directly welcoming
the uninvited guest , was the subject of Ding Xiaofeng's passionate enjoyment. He
gently touched it and discovered that Qianting's labia majora and minora were very tight and small, closed to form a narrow slit, with no excess exposed. With a gentle
caress, the overflowing love juices clung to his fingers, creating a sticky, slippery sensation. Each touch made Qianting
gasp deeply, her body tightening around Ding Xiaofeng. Having completely taken control
, Ding Xiaofeng became even more audacious, pressing his fingers directly to Qianting's clitoris and suddenly beginning to rub it in
a circular . Poor Qianting was completely unprepared; the overwhelming pleasure caught her off
guard, and she cried out loudly, "Ah—!" Her whole body trembled violently with Ding Xiaofeng's relentless assault
. She clung tightly to her boyfriend, panting heavily, emitting increasingly arousing cries, "Ah…no
…ah…"

…So good…ah…ah…”, her vagina gushed out copious amounts of vaginal fluid. Ding Xiaofeng felt
the honey-like fluid rapidly flowing from his girlfriend's private parts, so he simply put his palm together and covered Qian Ting's already overflowing vulva
, rubbing it
even more vigorously. Xia Qian Ting had completely surrendered to her boyfriend's embrace, her delicate body trembling as if electrocuted, her moans becoming short and sharp, occasionally letting out a loud cry regardless of what was happening around her, “Ahhh…uh…ahhh…”
"Ding Xiaofeng felt an urge to ejaculate as he moaned, nearing his limit. Unable to bear it any longer, he
mustered his courage and said to Xia Xiting, 'Tingting, I want you. Let's make love.'
Xiting, who had never experienced such caresses, was now panting heavily and completely overwhelmed. For the first time, she felt an emptiness and need emanating from her private parts
, as if she were in a small, confined world. All her senses were reduced to
the electric currents surging through her vagina, driving her wild. Yet, all of this was still unfamiliar to Xiting. Though deeply immersed in this vortex, she still harbored a faint
resentment and resistance. Ding Xiaofeng's words, like a voice from beyond the world, instantly
pulled Xiting back to reality. After a moment's hesitation, Ding Xiaofeng impatiently grabbed one of Xiting's hands and pressed it against his
already erect penis. 'Baby, look, I'm about to burst.'" "Qianting blushed and pulled her hand
back, startled. '

No…' Seeing that their good time was about to be ruined, Ding Xiaofeng lost his composure and reached out to touch Qianting's private parts
again. 'Look how much you want it, why can't I?' Qianting angrily pulled his hand away. '
What are you doing? Let go of me!' Seeing that her clothes and skirt were all bunched up at her waist,
leaving , she hurriedly pulled down her skirt, sat up straight, and began to straighten her clothes. Ding Xiaofeng was utterly disappointed. He sat to the side,
sulking, and kept saying, 'You're already like that, what are you pretending for!'" Xia Xiting was utterly ashamed,
feeling deeply embarrassed as she recalled what had just happened. After straightening her clothes, she told Ding Xiaofeng, "I
'm going back now," and hurriedly stood up and left. Ding Xiaofeng sat there, listening to the crisp "tap tap tap
" of his high heels on the stone steps slowly fading away, as if striking his heart. But instead of feeling any excitement, he felt only
indifference and resentment.

For days, Ding Xiaofeng had been fantasizing about making love with Xia Xiting, wishing he could
pin her down and ravage her dazzlingly perfect body the next second. Of course, fantasies are just fantasies.
The abrupt ending that night left both of them somewhat awkward, and they didn't contact each other for three consecutive days. However, Xiting wasn't used to
keeping things on her mind and felt that a prolonged cold war wasn't a good thing, so she took the initiative to ask Ding Xiaofeng out, "See you at our usual place tonight,
let's talk it over." That evening, Ding Xiaofeng arrived at the lakeside early. Soon after, he saw a graceful
figure emerge from the stone steps, the clatter of her high heels echoing in the air. He was all too familiar with this scene
, and his heart stirred. However, upon seeing her, he was utterly disappointed. Xia Xiting was clearly on
guard , dressed in a simple t-shirt and cropped jeans, completely covered up, except for
a hint of alluring sexiness in her strappy high-heeled sandals. This feeling of being targeted angered Ding Xiaofeng.
He remained silent, sulking, and the two sat side-by-side on the bench in silence. Xiting disliked
being begged and pleaded, so she mustered her courage and said, "I'm not ready..." "You're lying to yourself." "I
really'm not ready." Ding Xiaofeng suddenly became agitated. "Stop pretending. You were so horny that day, and you still say you
're not ready." His words stunned Xiting. "What did you just say to me?" Ding Xiaofeng realized
his words had slipped out, but it was too late to take them back. "I was just telling the truth. Your body clearly wanted it,
but you're pretending." Tears welled up in Xia Xiting's eyes. "What if I don't want it? Besides, is this really that important to you?"

"I think it's normal for us to have that kind of relationship." "What if I just don't want it?" "Then I can't help it if you insist on pretending to be innocent
." Ding Xiaofeng was so angry that he spoke without restraint. Xia Xiting felt a crossroads drawing
ever closer, a faint sense of despair creeping into her heart. Yet, her soft heart often held a
resolute courage to face it head-on. "What do you mean by 'no way'?" "What else could it mean? I can't rape you." Ding Xiaofeng's words became
increasingly outrageous, and Xia Xiting grew angry. "Is the point of being with me just to sleep with me?" "
Isn't that important? It shows you still have reservations about me, that you think you're at a disadvantage because so many people are after you
!"

These words deeply pierced Xiting's heart, tears streaming down her face. She abruptly stood up and, without waiting for
Ding Xiaofeng to speak, quickly walked away without turning her head.

Ding Xiaofeng had always been the object of girls' pursuit, and even now, he couldn't bring himself to
grovel and apologize. So, he gritted his teeth and didn't contact her. Xia Xiting was truly heartbroken for a long time,
but Ding Xiaofeng's attitude hurt her even more. She endured until the summer vacation was almost over when Xia Xiting sent Ding Xiaofeng a
text message: "I think we've broken up. Please come and collect what you gave me." Ding Xiaofeng still didn't reply.

Chapter Two: Was He the Right Person?

Her brief relationship with Ding Xiaofeng, lasting only a few months, was Xia Xiting's first true love. Although it was short,
the love was intense and passionate, but the unpleasant ending left her truly saddened for a long time. Not long after, one
day while Qianting was reading in her dorm room, her two roommates walked in arm in arm, pulling her aside and bombarding her with
gossip "Your ex-boyfriend is such a jerk! He's got a girlfriend again after only a few days!" Qianting's heart
sank. A feeling of utter abandonment welled up in her eyes, and tears welled up. Her roommates continued
gossiping, "That girl is so outrageous! Apparently, she even pursued him actively, and I heard they've already rented an apartment
together !" "Yeah, yeah, it seems there's another girl pursuing him at the same time." "Seriously, I don't understand
what's so great about Ding Xiaofeng. He's just handsome, isn't he?" Every word struck Qianting like a hammer blow,
the oppressive feeling making her very uncomfortable. So, forcing back her sadness, she said, "Hey, hey, it's okay, it
has nothing to do with me anyway." "Yeah, of course," one girl comforted Qianting, "I was just telling you, your ex-boyfriend
wasn't a good guy, it's good you broke up with him." Another girl chimed in, "Exactly, and that girl wasn't even as pretty as you,
flat-chested, big-faced, and all she did was dress provocatively." Qianting quickly stopped her, "Okay, okay, I know you're trying to comfort me,
but don't insult others, let them live their own lives."

The commotion finally subsided, but Qianting's heart was in turmoil, a jumble of
emotions She couldn't stop
thinking about the breakup, her mind filled with confusion and self-doubt. Questions lingered in her mind: Was he really that popular? Why was that girl willing to accept
that kind of thing? Was I overreacting? Did I actually enjoy it? Maybe it was
time to do that kind of thing?... Qianting, still unsure of right and wrong, struggled with a vague sense of regret, but she also...
Knowing that a broken mirror could never be mended, as time passed, Xiting gradually forgot all her initial
dissatisfaction and resentment, ultimately leaving only a slight sense of apology towards Ding Xiaofeng. Memories faded with time, but
the intimate moments from their many trysts became increasingly clear in Xia Xiting's mind. Especially
the intense pleasure of the last time she lost control, like an increasingly tempting apple, mysteriously alluring.
Whenever Xia Xiting lay in bed late at night, she would unconsciously recall that feeling that made her
feel like a different person. Sometimes she would even cautiously try to touch her sensitive areas again, but
each time she stopped, both shy and afraid.

The news of Xia Xiting's single status undoubtedly rekindled the hopes of the boys at school, and various attempts to take advantage of her situation
gradually increased. However, Xiting was now more guarded, and all her suitors were turned away.

Having experienced the intimacy of a relationship, Xiting found herself increasingly uncomfortable with loneliness. Although the ending
wasn't pleasant, with time, only the sweetness of the past remained in her memory. Unfortunately, none
of could truly open her heart like Ding Xiaofeng had. Whether it was a feignedly
romantic confession, constant following, or persistent love letters, each one made Qianting feel
awkward and disgusted. She longed even more for the relaxed, joyful, and affectionate feelings she had with Ding Xiaofeng
. Then one day, Xia Qianting met Chen Ming.

Chen Ming was two years older than Qianting, a student a year ahead in the Computer Science department. They met during a joint field trip organized by
the two , and happened to be assigned to the same team. Although Chen Ming
wasn't as handsome as Ding Xiaofeng, he was still quite good-looking, 1.79 meters tall, loved basketball, had a good physique,
and exuded a responsible, masculine charm. As the only girl in the team, and a
well-known beauty among the boys, Xia Qianting naturally became the focus of their attention, making
her feel somewhat uncomfortable. Only Chen Ming, who had been chosen as the team captain, seemed somewhat aloof at first, focusing solely on
meticulously assigning tasks and explaining important points. Xia Xiting, with her beautiful handwriting, became
the writer for all the team's posters, slogans, and signs. Each time she finished, Chen Ming would offer a brief compliment, which Xiting
found genuine and naturally lifted her spirits. Later, during the outdoor events, Chen Ming would always
help Xiting maintain her balance or complete jumps with minimal physical contact at the most opportune moment. Ultimately, Chen Ming's team won
first place overall. The sense of accomplishment from victory finally brought a genuine smile to Xiting's face, and she finally let out a joyful
cheer . Chen Ming, too, shed his serious demeanor and joined in the celebration, putting his arms around everyone's shoulders. Looking at Chen Ming's strong and sunny figure,
a long-awaited feeling gradually welled up in Xiting's heart. After a day of activities, Chen Ming suggested that
everyone create a QQ group, so as not to waste the opportunity of being teammates. Little did he know that this was exactly what Xia Xiting wanted to do, and she
instinctively raised her hand first and shouted, "Great! I agree!" Back in the dormitory, after Xiting finished getting ready, she
quickly turned on her computer, found Chen Ming in the group, and sent a message asking, "Captain, do you have any photos of everyone today?"

Chen Ming's conversation was witty, but it was only through clever analogies and phrasing, not through flowery talk.
This quickly made Xiting and him frequent friends. As their relationship grew closer, Xiting often accepted Chen Ming's invitation to watch
his basketball games, and Chen Ming would occasionally help Xiting with computer problems. Over time, Xiting
gradually developed feelings for Chen Ming, and Chen Ming also discovered that although Xia Xiting was unparalleled in beauty, she was not arrogant at all,
and was kind and gentle in every way, and her occasional lively and playful moments were even more endearing. Finally, on
Christmas Eve at noon, Chen Ming mustered up the courage to send Qian Ting a text message, inviting her to dinner.
Among the many invitations he received, Qian Ting accepted without hesitation. As evening approached, sleet began to fall from the gloomy sky
. The orange streetlights along the campus roads were transformed into twinkling stars,
their reflections on the damp ground casting a soft glow on the growing number of pedestrians. Young students walked in twos and threes towards the school gates,
their footsteps echoing through the campus. When Qian Ting appeared at the entrance of the girls' dormitory, Chen Ming was already waiting
outside . Although they had known each other for almost three months, Qian Ting's appearance today still made Chen Ming exclaim in surprise
. The stunningly beautiful woman before him wore light makeup, simply drawing her eyebrows and applying rose-colored lipstick. Against her black hair
and the night sky, she appeared alluring. She wore a bright yellow knitted dress, its fitted and cinched waist
, combined with the elasticity of the knit, tightly hugging her curvaceous figure and outlining her graceful curves.
Over this, she wore a bright silver short down jacket, the long, snow-white fur collar at the chest forming a heart shape, adding
a touch of cuteness and making her already full breasts appear even more prominent. The dress was short, its elasticity
perfectly hugging her hips. Her two long, straight legs extended from beneath the skirt, forming a long inverted triangle.
Between her black over-the-knee suede high-heeled boots and the hem of the dress, a section of her thigh encased in flesh-colored stockings was visible,
quite conspicuous in the darkening sky. Qianting, who had been carrying an umbrella, hesitated for a moment when she saw Chen Ming approach
, then obediently stepped under his umbrella. The ground in front of the girls' dormitory was paved with smooth tiles and six
steps. Qianting's boots had heels that were at least 12 centimeters high, forcing her
to move cautiously on the rain-soaked ground. Chen Ming politely extended his right arm and asked, "Do you need help?" Qianting, looking
down at the ground, didn't even look up before reaching out her left hand and tightly grasping Chen Ming's arm. Chen Ming saw a
small, delicate, snow-white hand before him, with faint blue veins visible beneath the skin. The tips of her nails were meticulously trimmed into
smooth ovals, and the pink, clear nail polish shone brightly, making the hand appear like an ice sculpture.
He couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion, a strong urge to lean down and kiss it. Qianting walked under Chen Ming's umbrella, the two
very close. With each step, Chen Ming could smell a captivating fragrance emanating from Qianting's slightly trembling hair, a scent so
intoxicating made his heart flutter. Stepping out of the school gate, the streets were already bustling with activity. Chen Ming said, "It'll probably be hard to get a taxi at this
hour . Do you mind if we take the bus?" Xia Xiting readily agreed, "Sure, of course."

The bus was stuffy and crowded. Chen Ming cautiously stood to the side and behind Xia Xiting, giving her some space.
Xia Xiting didn't like to talk in crowded places, and Chen Ming also tactfully remained silent, only reminding her
when . The two squeezed through the crowd and finally breathed in the cool but refreshing air outside.

Chen Ming led Qian Ting for about two minutes, turning onto a side street and arriving at a stone path
carved . Xia Qian Ting laughed, "How did you find such a secluded place? You're really something."
Chen Ming smiled but didn't explain, only saying, "You'll see when you go in." Qian Ting, supporting Chen Ming, tiptoed
carefully across the uneven stone path, avoiding her sharp heels digging into the soft, rain-soaked
soil . They then noticed a small, two-story building on their right, with a light yellow stone facade, dark green
doors, windows, and awnings—a rather unique architectural style. The interior was dimly lit, with individual booths,
but there was ample space between them. Chen Ming had clearly made a reservation; he whispered a
few words to the waiter, and the two were led to a very secluded table. Xiting then noticed that the walls around her were covered with
posters and stills from various classic movies, such as "Casablanca" and "Titanic," which were arranged in a charmingly haphazard way,
transforming the otherwise ordinary wall into a romantic atmosphere. As Xiting looked around, Chen Ming asked,
"Do you have any dietary restrictions?" Xiting quickly turned around and replied that she didn't. Chen Ming then promptly ordered the food
and told Xia Xiting, "Although this little restaurant is supposedly a movie-themed restaurant, we came because the food
is delicious."

Xiting nodded, and the two suddenly found themselves at a loss for words, creating a slightly awkward atmosphere. Feeling a little
guilty broke the silence by saying, "Thank you for spending Christmas Eve with me." Chen Ming quickly waved his hand, "Oh,
you're too kind. It's my honor to have you here." Xiting blushed; it seemed Chen Ming probably knew that
she had quite a few suitors. Thinking of this, Qianting unconsciously became eager to explain, saying, "No, those people are so
boring."

Chen Ming quickly understood the underlying meaning, his heart warmed, and he said directly, "Actually, I think I'm
very sure I've fallen for you. Will you be my girlfriend? I'll always be good to you." The sudden
confession left Xia Qianting flustered, her cheeks flushed, and she lowered her head. Chen Ming almost held his breath,
waiting for the response from this beautiful woman pursued by thousands. Xia Qianting's heart was churning violently. More than half a year ago,
a similar scene led her to experience a passionate romance, which ended in heartbreak. Now, this outstanding
young man had placed his beautiful expectations before her again. With tenderness, Qianting lowered her head and gently nodded twice,
then looked up at Chen Ming, "Okay, I say yes." Their eyes met, and Chen Ming excitedly grabbed Qianting's two
cold little hands, too excited to utter a word for a long time.

Xia Xiting was filled with anticipation for her new relationship. Chen Ming's attentiveness and generosity, giving her ample
space and freedom, made her feel perfectly natural as their intimacy deepened, without any lingering trauma from
her previous semi-coercive advances. Happy days always pass quickly, and spring arrived again
. Xia Xiting and Chen Ming were deeply in love, practically inseparable. Their dates, however, were
limited to kissing and hugging. Occasionally, Chen Ming would impulsively knead Xiting's breasts through her clothes, but Xiting
didn't find it awkward. Although Chen Ming never made any advances, Xiting began to waver.
The arrival of May made her think of her past with Ding Xiaofeng. Still unsure whether her breakup was right or
wrong, she was confused about her past reactions and her views on sex. This confusion
grew increasingly unsettling, fearing that similar disagreements might cause further harm to her and Chen Ming.

One day in May, when no one was in her dorm, Xiting secretly used her computer to search online for websites related to "sex" and "premarital
sex ," hoping to find some clarity for her chaotic thoughts. Some of the suggestive images
and explicit descriptions online made Xiting blush and her heart race. Just then, a small speaker icon on her QQ account started
flashing in the lower right corner of the screen. A person named "Past Events Gone with the Wind" requested to add her as a friend. Xiting clicked on the request and saw that the profile
listed him as a 38-year-old middle-aged man. Curious, Xiting impulsively accepted the request. Soon, the man sent
a message, "Hello, what are you doing?" Xiting felt a little awkward and only replied with a simple "Hello." The man
quickly responded, "My name is Li Bingrong. I saw your post by chance and thought we'd have a chance to chat." Xiting
mechanically replied with an "Oh," intending to let the conversation die out on its own. However, the man continued the conversation.
"Do you have a boyfriend?" When Xiting answered yes, it sparked a lot more topics. The other person used very normal language,
as if were just having a casual chat. Xiting figured they didn't know each other anyway, so there was no harm in talking, and they
started chatting back and forth. From the conversation, Xiting learned that the other person was the CEO of a local company, and he was too busy with work to
get married yet. Upon learning that Qianting and her boyfriend had been dating for almost half a year, the person naturally asked, "So, are you living
together ?"

Although they were chatting online, Qianting couldn't help but blush. "No way, that's too much." Mr. Li
was unimpressed. "Why? Don't you want to take things a step further?" This question touched Qianting, and she suddenly
remembered her previous argument with Ding Xiaofeng, as well as the doubts that had been troubling her ever since. Since
they didn't know each other, she figured talking about it might help, so she impulsively asked, "Does dating necessarily involve 'that
'?"

"Not really, it depends on the relationship. If the relationship is good, it will happen naturally, there's nothing wrong with that." "
But I'm quite scared about it." "Scared about what?" Qianting hesitated for a long time, but then felt this was a
rare opportunity, so she gritted her teeth and typed a string of words that even she found incredibly embarrassing: "It's
like when my boyfriend touched me before, I felt dizzy, and I had a lot of discharge down there, like water. I've never
felt like that before."

"Silly girl, this is a good thing! It means you're very womanly!" "What do you mean?" "This is a
normal woman's reaction. The fluid that comes out is your love juice, which means you'll really enjoy sex." Xia Xiting's
beautiful face was already red to the roots of her ears. She hurriedly tried to end the conversation, "Okay, I understand."
But Mr. Li pressed on, "How did your boyfriend touch you?" "My ex-boyfriend!" Xiting quickly
corrected herself. "Oh, how did your ex-boyfriend touch you?" Xiting was pulled into a conversation she couldn't escape.
The feelings from that night, along with the memories and the words that jumped onto the screen, became clearer and clearer,
emerging , slowly accelerating her breathing and heartbeat. But still a virgin, she
was still vaguely skeptical of Mr. Li's simple description of the world of sex. All she understood was Mr. Li telling her about her ex-boyfriend's bulging crotch.
Actually, she needed her comfort. Finally, Mr. Li said, "Let's go have dinner. I hope I can help you and your boyfriend in the future."

Qianting smiled at the computer, replied with a cute smiley face, and said thank you.

That evening, after Qianting and Chen Ming finished studying together in the library, it was almost 10 pm.
They walked hand-in-hand on campus, then tacitly entered a small plum grove behind the biology lab building.
Dozens of plum trees were planted in a semi-circle along the wall, cleverly staggered, with
marble paths winding through them. Qianting wore a short dress; the crystal linen fabric was light and soft,
the pure white base adorned with large black polka dots, making her look playful and cute. Although the square neckline was a bit
low, the dress's special cut cleverly accommodated Qianting's full breasts, ensuring a close fit,
only a faint shadow of the cleavage could be seen. The slightly puffed sleeves added to the cuteness.
The skirt was cinched tightly at the waist, perfectly showcasing Xia Xiting's stunning figure. The straight skirt hem wasn't long, wrapping around
Xiting's jade-like legs. Xiting was accustomed to wearing stockings with her skirts, and today she
wore thin, flesh-colored pantyhose, which reflected a hazy sheen against her already fair skin. A pair of
black, round-toed high heels fit her perfectly, the shallow round toes maintaining her innocent style, but the heels
were a full 10 centimeters high, sharply angled downwards, revealing a hint of sexiness.
Xiting's small feet curved steeply inside the shoes, each step as light as a dragonfly skimming the water. Reaching the depths
of the woods , Xiting instinctively nestled in Chen Ming's arms, and soon Chen Ming couldn't resist lowering his head
to kiss her. The passionate kiss quickly aroused Xiting, and she instinctively wrapped her arms around Chen Ming's neck, her breathing becoming
rapid. Chen Ming slightly turned the beauty in his arms to the side, one hand caressing her high, firm breasts,
then squeezing them with a little force. Qian Ting couldn't help but moan, forced to occasionally
break free from her boyfriend's lips, gasping for breath. The feeling of weakness throughout her body made her legs, clad in high heels, unsteady.
As she bent her knees, they brushed against Chen Ming's already hard crotch, just like
the feeling Ding Xiaofeng had given her before. A sudden surge of tenderness and guilt welled up in Qian Ting's heart. She felt she should give her boyfriend
the feeling he deserved, so she subconsciously bent one leg, gently pushing her raised thigh against Chen Ming's
crotch . After dating for six months, this was the first time Chen Ming had felt Qian Ting's proactive sexual advances. Although Qian Ting
herself wasn't quite sure if her actions were appropriate, Chen Ming's desire was greatly aroused. Beautiful women
generally give off a natural sense of distance, and Xia Qian Ting's naturally quiet and serene personality only added to her noble and
unattainable aura . Today, Xiting's initiative in touching him aroused Chen Ming, and his reaction made Xiting feel that she had done
the right thing. After a series of passionate kisses and caresses, Chen Ming felt he couldn't continue. He
restrained gently pulled Xiting into his arms, his heart still pounding like a hammer. Xiting felt
her boyfriend's hard, hot penis still pressing against her legs, so she wrapped her arms around his neck and whispered in his ear,
"Are you... uncomfortable down there?" Chen Ming nodded heavily. Xiting tentatively
asked again, "Then... should I... touch it?" Chen Ming hesitated for a long time, "Uh..." "It's better not to
, the more you touch it, the more uncomfortable it will be." "Ah? What should I do then?" Chen Ming was both amused and exasperated. He lowered his head and kissed Xiting.
"Forget it, we'll talk about it another time."

Xiting already vaguely knew that she was slowly approaching the ultimate intimate act between a man and a woman.

Still a virgin, she harbored an instinctive fear of sex, but a deep-seated curiosity and
the physical pleasure she experienced during each date prevented her from stopping things from progressing. She tacitly allowed her boyfriend's gradual advances,
even wearing tank tops or two-piece dresses whenever they were together for Chen Ming's convenience, and
switching from stockings to thigh-high socks. This thoughtful gesture pleased Chen Ming, who showered Xia Xiting with even more affection. Immersed
in immense happiness, Xiting developed a stronger sense of desire and longing for love between men and women. After
being kissed and caressed by Chen Ming until her face flushed and her body went limp, Xiting's full, round breasts were covered in her boyfriend's
saliva, her small nipples red and erect from being sucked. Her tank top was rolled up at her waist,
and her short skirt had been pushed up to her buttocks. Her thin, almost transparent
panties, soaked through after being fondled by his fingers, clung to her genitals, revealing the shape of her labia. Qianting was completely absorbed in her desire
, oblivious to her almost entirely exposed breasts and private parts. Instead, she shyly reached out and gently grasped Chen Ming's crotch
through his athletic shorts. Although she didn't know what to do,
she hoped to give him something in return. Chen Ming felt a surge of joy. He mustered his courage, grasped Qianting's slender, white
wrist, and, ignoring her shy and anxious resistance, guided her hand inside his shorts.
It was the first time Qianting had truly touched a man's penis. It felt like touching a red-hot iron rod—slightly
sticky and unbelievably hot. Her heart pounding, Qianting instinctively opened her hand and grasped Chen Ming's
penis .

The pressure from his slender fingers made Chen Ming feel like he was about to ejaculate. Overwhelmed with happiness
, he hugged Qianting tightly, breathing heavily. Qianting accidentally stumbled upon the right direction,
which encouraged her. She smiled and kissed her boyfriend. Chen Ming was almost intoxicated by the sweetness,
and he greedily guided Qianting's hand up and down. Qianting felt the penis in her hand gradually grow larger
and hotter, and she couldn't help but feel happy. While continuing to kiss Chen Ming, she asked, "Are you... comfortable?" Chen Ming nodded
and said something he later regretted: "It would be so nice if you could kiss me." Qianting froze for a moment,
then blushed deeply and covered her face, hiding in Chen Ming's arms. Chen Ming inwardly scolded himself for being too hasty,
momentarily losing his composure. But then he noticed that Qianting was still laughing, and her hand, which had been inside his crotch, only paused for a moment before continuing...
After a few gentle strokes, he finally felt relieved. He mustered his courage and patted Xiting's back. "Baby,
give me a kiss, otherwise it'll be uncomfortable." Xiting thought about how she had just touched that sensitive spot and
now she was being asked to kiss it again; it was hard to accept. But a persistent thought lingered in her mind: "It
seems pretty sexy, why not try it?"

After much hesitation, Xiting finally succumbed to her desire. Her face flushed, she quickly...
"How do we kiss?" Chen Ming asked softly, almost fainting with pleasure. "Just... move your hand while
taking the head in your mouth." Qian Ting didn't say anything more, but gestured, stood up from Chen Ming's arms,
squatted his legs, and pulled out the thick, purplish-red, veiny penis she had been stroking from his crotch.
"So this is..." a voice in Qian Ting's mind said. Chen Ming looked down at
the stunning beauty before him, pursued by thousands, now with her breasts exposed, her skirt lifted to her waist, and her long hair
draped obscuring her beautiful face. She looked submissive and lewd, and he couldn't help but feel a surge of desire. Qian Ting mustered
her courage and, as Chen Ming had instructed, began stroking the penis with her hand while opening her small mouth and gently taking the engorged, purplish
glans into her mouth. In an instant, Chen Ming felt as if he had entered paradise, and he couldn't help but let out a long breath. He lovingly stroked
Qian Ting's hair, and whispered instructions, "Baby, lick it with your tongue." Qian Ting obediently relaxed her tongue, which had been tense
and evasive , and began to lick the head of his penis. Chen Ming finally achieved complete release. His girlfriend seemed
to have a natural talent; every stroke was just right. A continuous tingling current emanated from the head of his penis, quickly
accumulating into a torrent. His penis also rapidly grew thicker and larger, almost filling Qian Ting's small mouth. Chen Ming quickly
reached the edge of ejaculation, and couldn't help but gently hold Qian Ting's head, guiding her to suck back and forth. Qian
Ting also felt that her boyfriend's state seemed to have changed. The reaction of the huge thing in her mouth reminded her of a word that Mr. Li on
QQ had said: "ejaculation." She couldn't help but feel a surge of pleasure at being able to make her boyfriend feel so good.
Not long after, Chen Ming suddenly trembled a few times, and the rock-hard penis in Qian Ting's hand began to throb slightly
, spurting out thick streams of semen. Qian Ting was startled, but quickly understood, "This must be
ejaculation." For a moment, she was a little at a loss, but since she didn't hear Chen Ming say stop, she
continued to stroke his penis. The continuous stimulation gave Chen Ming an incomparably pleasurable ejaculation sensation, and he couldn't help but forcefully
push his ejaculating penis towards Qian Ting's throat. Qian Ting was slightly choked and made "mmm"
sounds, swallowing some semen mixed with saliva. Chen Ming released
Qian Ting's disheveled hair only after ejaculating the last drop of semen. Qian Ting quickly and carefully spat the sticky, slightly fishy-smelling liquid from her mouth
onto the ground, playfully punching Chen Ming a few times. "You naughty boy, you made me swallow
some!" Chen Ming stroked Qian Ting's burning face with satisfaction. "Baby, you made me feel so good."

His words made Qian Ting smile brightly. "Really? Then I'm glad you felt good."

The accidental success of oral sex allowed Qian Ting to experience how wonderful it is to please each other, and
her mood improved a lot. Even when she met President Li on QQ, she quickly told him about her
new progress with her boyfriend. President Li naturally praised Qian Ting for being "talented," which made Qian Ting
blush .

Xiting was a very friendly person. Talking about private topics made her unconsciously consider Mr. Li a
close friend. After hesitating for a moment, she confided her anxieties about her
first time. Xiting was no longer hesitant about whether she should give her virginity to Chen Ming, but worried about the pain and bleeding,
and whether Chen Ming would get the satisfaction he expected. Mr. Li patiently comforted Xiting, "The key is for you to relax and
get into the mood. That way you won't feel pain, and your boyfriend will be very satisfied." "What mood?
How do I get into this… mood?" Xiting asked hopefully. "It's like what you said before, like you're about to
faint , and a lot of fluid comes out down there." "Oh..." Xi Ting felt her face starting to burn again. "So
how can I do that?" "You can only practice more beforehand, and you have to know how to moan during sex."

"I have to know how to moan? How do I moan?" "Of course, men like women who know how to moan." Xia Xi Ting didn't
realize the topic was veering off course. She was focused on giving her boyfriend a perfect experience on their first night, and her face flushed and her heart pounded as she was led into increasingly
explicit conversation.

"First, you need to learn to relax and get used to your pussy being touched."

"Hey, can you please stop using such dirty words!"

"You don't understand, men like to say that."

"Okay... so how do I relax and get used to it?"

"You can touch it yourself, you need to get familiar with your own body."

"Ah, so embarrassing."

"What's embarrassing about your own body? Besides, it's for your boyfriend's good."

"Okay, how do I touch it?"

"Are you free now? I'll teach you how to practice."

"I'm in the dorm, it's not convenient. " "Never mind then, I'll teach you another day when

you're free."

"...Okay, and also, how do I call out?" "I'll teach you when you're free by yourself." Qianting was slightly disappointed. After chatting about other things, she logged off with a hint of melancholy. She calmed her pounding heart, stood up to get some water, and then realized that her private parts were a little wet. She felt secretly ashamed, took a few steps, and felt fine, so she ignored it. Just then, her phone vibrated. Qianting quickly picked it up and saw it was an unfamiliar number. After hesitating for a moment, she answered. She'd barely said "Hello" when the person on the other end said urgently, "Hello, this is Chen Ming's classmate. He just twisted his ankle playing basketball, it's serious. Could you come quickly?" Qianting was startled, quickly thanked him, grabbed her purse, and rushed out to the court. Although she hurriedly slipped on a pair of peep-toe heels left by the door, her years of wearing heels had given her the skill to jog to the court. Along the way, Qianting's swaying figure, like a fairy on water , attracted many eyes. Chen Ming had landed on someone's foot after jumping for a rebound, resulting in a severe ankle sprain. He was completely unable to stand and was sitting on the sidelines applying an ice pack his classmate had brought. Seeing Qianting rushing over, he could only give her an apologetic, wry smile. Xia Xiting wore a long, blue-green floral floral halter dress, her long hair flowing, the hem of her dress billowing, her high heels clicking rapidly on the ground. Her ample breasts, barely concealed, trembled slightly, drawing stares from a group of boys on the basketball court. Xiting looked at Chen Ming sitting on the ground, feeling both heartache and reproach , but she didn't utter a word of blame. Respectful of the crowd, she didn't feel comfortable offering much comfort to her boyfriend. Instead, she turned and thanked the people who had helped. When the ambulance arrived, she and two of Chen Ming's classmates helped him to the hospital.

Chen Ming grimaced in pain, but fortunately, it was only a ligament strain, not a serious tear, though he was still
unable to walk. Xia Xiting accompanied Chen Ming back to his dormitory. Looking at the bed that required climbing up and down, she was worried
that it would be very inconvenient for Chen Ming to stay in the dormitory given his current condition. Knowing that Chen Ming's family lived locally, Qian Ting asked
him, "Since it's summer vacation anyway, why don't you ask your advisor for leave and go home to stay... Are your parents home?"
Chen Ming replied, "Oh, right, my parents went to my uncle's place abroad and won't be back until when I start school."

Qian Ting became worried again upon hearing this. "Ah, it'll be a bit troublesome for you to stay at home." Chen Ming
chuckled and put his arm around Qian Ting. "You don't trust me?" "Of course! You're so careless!"
"Then... since no one's home, why don't you come and take care of me?" Xia Qian Ting's face flushed red at the thought,
her heart pounding wildly. Having a private space with her boyfriend was incredibly wonderful, but
although she didn't say it outright, Qian Ting knew that agreeing to stay at Chen Ming's house was practically tantamount to acknowledging her virginity.
Qianting was incredibly conflicted. Blushing, she silently helped Chen Ming pack his necessities for going home.
Chen Ming himself felt his requests were a bit too hasty, so he just leaned back in his dorm chair, constantly
telling Qianting what to bring and where to put things. As they were almost finished packing, Qianting, tormented by her inner turmoil, grew anxious
. She disliked this indecisiveness and increasingly felt she'd
rather than continue this self-torture. Gradually, curiosity about the unknown won out, and just when Chen Ming
had almost lost hope, Qianting said something that made him almost faint with joy: "I'll move in and take care of you
."

Qianting and two boys took Chen Ming home, boiled water, and unpacked his belongings. The two
boys left first. Having his own space, Chen Ming felt much more relaxed, holding Qianting's hand and
smiling at her. Xia Xiting was a little confused by the laughter. "Did you fall and go crazy? Why are you laughing like an idiot?" "I'm
happy , finally I'm alone with you in a room." "Get lost, you never think of anything good!" Xiting flung her hand away
. "I'm going back to pack my things. You stay put and don't wander off." After saying that, Xia Xiting took
the house key that Chen Ming handed her, turned around and went back to school. When her roommates heard that Qianting was temporarily moving to her boyfriend's house,
they started chattering and teasing her, making Qianting blush and feel both angry and anxious. "Stop teasing me! I'm just going to
take care of him!" "Just take care of him? Nobody believes that! Be careful!" The dorm room was in chaos.
While arguing, Qianting racked her brains to choose the clothes and supplies she needed to take, packing two suitcases, one large and one small.
Then she turned to the other girls in the dorm and said, "You guys wait, I'll deal with you when I get back!" "Oh no, I'm so scared!
Don't let your husband stand up for you!" Amidst the laughter and playful banter, her roommates helped Qianting drag her suitcases downstairs.

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