【Loving You Like Me】(01-03) Author: hersexismysex

Author: hersexismysex
Word Count: 10088

(I)

"Yatou" is my nickname for my beloved wife, Miaomiao, and it also reflects our childhood sweetheart relationship:
only her parents and my family call Miaomiao "Yatou."

Nowadays, many boys like girls with big breasts but not big breasts. Even after six years of marriage, her new colleagues
still mistake her for a recent college graduate. Coupled with her youthful and beautiful ponytail,
the description of her as having a pure and innocent appearance is very apt. Not only does Yatou have a fresh and innocent look, but she also has a very well-proportioned figure. Although she is already a mother of
two , her waist is still slender, and her long legs have no obvious gap when they are together. She attracts as many glances as
an 18 or 19-year-old girl.

After six years of marriage and only six times in bed, Yatou is still my favorite.

We're about to enter what people call the "seven-year itch," and I'm a die-hard fan of my wife. My world has only one
faith: my beloved.

My daughter and I were classmates in middle school, then she did arts while I did sciences in high school. We both got into
universities in Beijing, returned to our hometown after graduation, got married, and had children.

Our families have deep ties. First, we're both from the same extended family, considered close relatives within five degrees of kinship. My daughter
's father is the fourth child in his family, sharing the same great-grandfather as my father. In my father's generation, he's the third oldest, while my father
is the eldest.

Second, my daughter's mother passed away early. Both my mother and her father worked at the local cultural bureau. When I was in my second year of high school
, her father was diagnosed with a rare form of giant cell leukemia. My parents accompanied his family in searching for the best doctors, and the
600,000 yuan needed for a matching transplant was entirely paid by my father. He lived for more than two years after the surgery before finally passing away,
leaving our daughter an orphan.

My father was a civil servant in his early years, even becoming the secretary-general of the county committee.
Many in the family were very puzzled when he resigned to work in construction. Being a construction foreman in the late 1980s was a very lowly and money-grubbing
job. After the real estate boom in the 1990s, he started investing in real estate, beginning with building
houses At the peak of his business, he rarely saw his family, and my mother
had an affair with my daughter's father because of this.

The father went from tolerating it to enjoying it, and slowly made the fact public to the family. However, out of some concerns,
he still funded the purchase of a love nest for the mother and the daughter's father. Sometimes he would go there to live with his wife and her
lover .

One time, my father came home drunk, and excitedly grabbed my hand, telling me, "Your third uncle
fucked your mother until she peed!" I used to be ashamed of that, but that time I was inexplicably excited. Taking advantage of my father's drunkenness, I
boldly asked him, "You gave my mother to your third uncle? Aren't you jealous?" My father, still half-asleep
, laughed loudly on the bed, "You'll understand later. The pleasure of being cuckolded is much greater than having sex!"

When my daughter was little, she called my mother "Auntie," but later she changed to calling her "Mom." Sometimes she forgets and still calls her
"Auntie." In her eyes, my mother is her own mother.

After I entered high school, I was under a lot of academic pressure. My English score never exceeded 80 points. My mother was very anxious and
watched me study every day. Sometimes she would ask my third uncle, my daughter's father, to come and help me. Although he
didn't have much education, he was very smart and considered a talent in our area. I still remember the scene vividly: my
daughter and I sat around a round table. My third uncle used his invented cyclical memorization method to urge us to memorize words. My mother
sat next to him reading foreign novels (my mother was very "foreign-worshipping" and had a strong petit-bourgeois mentality). Sometimes when she got tired of reading,
she would lean on my third uncle.

My father would make phone calls and do accounts in the outer room, and sometimes he would come in to pour us water. At these times, my daughter would look at me with a teasing
look , a spark in her dark eyes that fascinated me yet also frightened me. Sometimes she would do
little things under the table, and when my mother saw them, she would tease her, "Girl, don't distract your brother anymore." My daughter would smile shyly,
while I would be captivated. My mother always left it at that.

After studying, my daughter would go upstairs to sleep, while my father and I would sleep in the room on the west side of the first floor facing the street. My mother and third uncle would
sleep in the master bedroom on the second floor, but most of the time, my mother would spend the night in her love nest with my third uncle.

My daughter and I rarely talked about this. Our youthful hearts were as pure as a clean white handkerchief. We
didn't kiss for the first time until our second year of high school. Only then did we muster the courage to boldly face this dangerous and
thrilling experience.

Less than two weeks into our senior year, my daughter fell ill and was hospitalized. My mother contacted a classmate at the hospital and arranged
a private room for her, worried that too many patients would affect her studies.

"Last night, I saw your class monitor in the hospital corridor..."

"Sun Ping? Yeah, he came to see me on behalf of the class," my daughter replied casually. She was lying on
the bed doing her homework, ordering me, "Straighten your book!"

"I just saw Sun Ping again, and he saw me too..."

"He came again? Why didn't he come up?"

"Maybe he's afraid I'll find out he's here!"

"What about you? Do you want him to come see me?" The girl's eyes were lowered, her voice hiding a hint of barely suppressed
excitement .

"I..."

The girl suddenly hugged me: "He kissed me last night!"

"I'm not my dad..." Extremely embarrassed, I didn't even know what I was saying.

"You like it when other people kiss me, don't you?" The girl's body trembled slightly, her tone hurried.

My breathing quickened. "You don't love me anymore?"

"He's a complete idiot.
He doesn't even know Haruki Murakami, Andy Warhol, or Lennarlin. How could I love him?"

"Girl..."

"Hmm?" "

Then... will you let him kiss you again later?"

The girl's embrace was so tight I could hardly breathe. I tried to pull away from her strong arms, but she held on even tighter. "When I let him kiss me last
night , I felt... I felt that if you knew, I would be very..." The girl's words were almost
incoherent, her nasal murmur igniting my desire. "Do you understand what I mean?"

"I know... you're choking me!"

"Shall I let you wear a green hat too?" The girl finally let go of my arm, then quickly burrowed under the covers,
grabbed my ear, and pulled back a corner of the blanket to let me stick my head under her covers as well. "So,
do you agree?"

"You can't fall in love with him!"

"I'll take it slow. You need to know everything for me to be happy!"

It seemed like only then did I suddenly understand: "Girl, I love you!"

She pressed her intoxicating lips to mine: "I love you even more!" Instinctively, I reached for her
breasts , but she shielded them with her right arm: "Let Sun Ping touch you first, okay?" I instantly felt the urge:
"Okay! Okay!"

Have you ever seen someone who loves God and then wants to possess Him? Love means groveling.

That night, Sun Ping didn't come, but from then on, the girl and I had a new hobby: how to
cuckold , how to torture me to the extreme. We had no prior knowledge of
the definition of "cuckold slave," nor were we blindly following our parents' advice; we couldn't learn without a teacher, so we had to slowly figure it out.

(II)

My daughter was discharged from the hospital after three days. Sun Ping came to see her again the next day. After he left, she called me
to ask about her condition, but I just chuckled. I was so annoyed that I was about to hang up, but she started acting all cutesy and clingy
. In the end, I could only talk to her about school.

My daughter has been in a bad mood lately. She's always been the apple of my eye, but now that her parents are gone, she has to live with strangers in a family she has no
relation to . No matter how much care my mother gives her, there are still some things she has to
face and process on her own. There's another reason she's sick. My daughter's classmate, a bad student named Xu Haoran, was worried about failing the senior year exams.
Since my daughter had a good relationship with the math teacher, he actually tried
to bribe him through her. My daughter was reprimanded by the school for this.

I told my daughter that because Haoran's attempt to bribe the teacher failed and implicated her, he got angry and led a
group of thugs to dump several vats of kimchi from a kimchi factory near the school in front of the school gate, making everyone eat lunch
like a pack of crazy dogs.

My daughter giggled.

After being discharged from the hospital, I took the girl home. As soon as we entered, before we even put our things down, we kissed passionately
…

“Did Sun Ping kiss you again?”

The girl initially looked down shyly, then glanced left and right: “I don’t remember! I really, really don’t remember anything!”

“Tell me!” My words were dry and lacked any romance, which made the girl a little unhappy:

“I’d rather die than tell you! Besides, why are you asking me this!”

“Because I’m your boyfriend!” I hugged the girl.

“When did you become my boyfriend?”

“Last year. In our second year of high school. After we kissed.”

“Ha, our second year of high school!? I knew you were my boyfriend since the second year of junior high!”

“Girl…” I hugged her excitedly.

"Calm down, calm down. What's so great about being your girlfriend?" The girl pushed me away and started packing her things,
asking as she did so, "Have I ever received a bouquet of flowers from you? A love letter? A candlelight dinner from you? A Valentine's Day greeting
from you...? I've been living a life of luxury at your house for so many years, do you think I could marry someone else?"

The night after my third uncle's cremation, my mother made the girl kowtow to her, saying, "From now on, I have another daughter
." After that, the girl lived with us.

The girl's grandfather and several other uncles had a falling out over the distribution of ancestral property. The girl's mother was also
an outsider, with very little contact with her hometown. After the girl became an orphan, her mother treated her like her own daughter, but
hadn't thought about her becoming a daughter-in-law yet, because she felt Qingxing was still too young, and marriage was a very distant topic.
Before the girl's father passed away, his gaze shifted between me and his beloved daughter; I understood his feelings. At that time, both my mother and
father were only preoccupied with their grief.

The girl went to the toilet again. Our conversation continued through the toilet door.

"Tell me, what's the benefit of being your girlfriend?"

I was incredibly insecure during my high school years, and after thinking for a long time, I finally replied, "All the money in our family will be yours in the future
!"

"Wow, a rich kid! Tsk tsk! All the cakes in the world are falling on my head, haha! You should
drug your dad first, then talk about this."

"I'll treat you very well!"

"Specifically?"

"..."

"Good brother, come on, tell me, how should I treat my sister well?"

I said gruffly through the door, "Like my dad treats my mom, okay?"

There was no response from the bathroom for a while. In my impatience, I pushed the door open, only to see the girl sitting on the toilet,
her shoulders shaking, her hand covering her mouth, laughing so hard she was doubled over, her face flushed and radiant.

I said angrily, "You can date other people, but you can't break my heart."

The girl pushed me away, closed the door again, and said seriously through the door,

"Let me make this clear to you, I only love you. If you don't want me to be like this, I will never betray
you. Don't be shy today, I just want to ask you one question: Do you want me to become a woman
like ?"

After a long pause, I weakly asked back, "Why are you asking such a question..."

"We grew up together, remember when we were in seventh grade, we didn't speak
a word ? I told you then that people said your dad was a cuckold, and you argued back, saying that your dad's behavior was
a sign of true love for your mom. You even scolded my dad, and we got upset about it afterwards."

"I... I was just expressing an attitude. An opinion."

"You're lying, you're hypocritical, you're not being honest!" The girl paused, "Do you remember,
during the summer after our first year of high school, you told me that your parents had a great relationship, and that men only cherish what they can't have. I asked you if you would treat your wife the same way
in the future , and you said you would."

I was speechless, not because I had said that, but because I had absolutely no recollection of it. But when
men and women spend a lot of time together, this is one thing that always puts them at a disadvantage. Women remember every little
detail and can piece together a complete explanation according to their logic, but men just can't: firstly
, they don't remember because they've made too many boasts and promises; secondly, there's the asymmetrical battle of wits between men and women when they argue. If you talk about
logic, she says you're cold-blooded and heartless; if you talk about feelings, she plays the rational game with you and tells you not to be so
childish .

I was speechless, so I walked away and went back to the living room to sit on the sofa and play on my phone.

After my daughter came out of the bathroom, she kept saying she wanted to sleep, wash her face, and told me to go home.

I felt uneasy, but I couldn't back down right away, or I'd be stuck with no status for the rest of my life: "
Say a few more words!"

"Say what?!" the girl asked me gruffly, giving me a sidelong glance.

I was completely captivated by her petite appearance, and my cuckoldry fantasies were becoming increasingly uncontrollable:

"Sigh... Actually, Sun Ping is quite good, he studies well, and he's well-behaved. I don't like Xu Haoran; he
got a girl pregnant in his second year of high school."

The girl plopped down next to me, one of her long, warm legs draped over mine, twisting my ear,
pulling my hair, and picking my nose—have you ever seen a girl pick a boy's nose? She even trimmed
my nose hairs .

"You still say you don't like being cuckolded?! I'm doing this only for you, you understand?"

"Girl! My darling!"

This was the first time in my life I had called a woman this casually, but it truly came from the bottom of my heart.

The girl raised her little face, "Hmph! Come on, kiss my feet to show your depravity!"

Our love must be the strangest kind of emotion in the world. The mutual affection between the girl and me
was proven by nothing but romantic candlelight and fragrant roses from our first kiss:

ever since my mother and third uncle moved into the love nest that my father bought for them, the girl and I also became regulars there
. Although she was approaching middle age, my mother's figure was still alluring. Apart from a few crow's feet at the corners of her eyes and a few barely noticeable white hairs in her black
hair charm was no less than that of a young woman. My father would occasionally come over to participate in the lovemaking.
Sometimes the girl and I could hear my mother's moans in the bedroom, the loud rubbing of the bed, and the heavy
breathing .

My daughter and I were only 11 or 12 years old at the time. At first, we just felt something was wrong. By the time we
understood the strangeness of our relationship, we had already gotten used to it. We just regarded it as a taboo within the family, but
never equated it with filth or scandal. One was the charming third uncle, the other was the gentle and mature mother,
and the other was the wealthy father. The filth and affection were mixed together, and the air was filled with the strong fragrance of sex.
Every time my daughter and I huddled in the room doing our homework, with a large table, even the slightest physical contact would make us
tremble.

The four legs under the table... From innocent innocence at first, to strenuous avoidance, then feigned
accidental contact, and finally the girl's open teasing—after five years of getting along, we managed to hold out until
our second year of high school before giving each other our first kiss. Thinking about it, only the innocent virginity of youth can explain it.

"Why kiss feet?"

"Your dad loves kissing your mom's feet, hehe." The girl always seems to know a little more of the truth than I do.

"Only your father has the right to possess my mother, so you hope I'll be the same way, right?"

The girl touched my face. "You're not like your uncle's son. You always run away from your true self. Actually, I admire
your father. He just went into the sex industry without hesitation, and he loves his wife so deeply."

I lowered my head. "I'm afraid you'll look down on me and stop loving me..."

The girl shook her head. "Aihua, you're not afraid I won't love you, you're afraid your pride will be hurt."

If there were a crack in the ground, I really wanted to crawl into it. A high school student is a high school student. I really can't
lower myself like my father.

"Girl, I've already considered you my future wife in my heart. I hope you'll take the initiative to guide me..."

The girl scratched her head like an idiot, held her head and thought for a while, then suddenly realized something. When she looked at me again, her eyes
seemed to be burning with two blazing flames, but her voice was even softer: "I understand, Aihua, I only have
one condition..."

"Tell me, I'll agree to anything, as long as you take the initiative to put it on me!" I excitedly raised my left hand first, ready to
swear an oath .

"The reputation of rich second-generation is too bad, I want to marry a rich self-made man, you should poison your father to death..."

I was dumbfounded, while she laughed loudly: "You have to marry me, otherwise my sacrifice is too great!"

I was about to swear when she covered my mouth, her eyes already filled with tears as she spoke:

"Aihua, you must remember, you must remember until you die, in this world, only I, who loves you like this, am the
one who can read your mind, know what you like, and will do whatever you want! I will give you more stimulation than your mother gave your father,
and make you love me for a lifetime!"

(III)

A very interesting person was about to appear in my life, namely Xu Haoran.
Before his life and Ya Tou's life intersected, I only knew that he was a very bad student: his mother was a vegetable seller, and every day she had to ride a tricycle
to a very far place to buy goods, and he also had a paralyzed younger brother. During his student days, he was lazy and ruthless, a brawler
, and no one dared to mess with him.

The year I was a freshman in college, he came back for summer vacation and invited me and my daughter to dinner and drinks. After getting drunk,
he went out and stole a motorcycle parked on the side of the road and drove off. He ended up crashing the motorcycle and was arrested by the police.
I paid his 20,000 yuan bail and, through my father's connections, obtained the plaintiff's forgiveness, so he wasn't sentenced.

Later, I heard that he found a casual job at a car repair shop, and then worked as a bodyworker at a German car dealership. He
started dating a chubby girl who was two years younger than us. She was a very nice person and took good care of his younger brother. He was moved and
made a tough decision to change his ways. He worked hard from dawn till dusk to earn money. He started from scratch and went from opening a roadside shop to having
bodywork and paint shops in 13 cities across the province. He also did car maintenance, car window tinting, and car decoration. I saw him not long ago
. He was doing O2O e-commerce with a large auto repair shop in another province and had consulted with me and my friend. Later, he came to see us
specifically to tell us that he had succeeded, securing angel and Series A funding and becoming a multi-millionaire.

Our next meeting was eight years later. My friend and I teased him about stealing another
motorcycle. After dinner, we took him to his hotel room. My friend was shy and flirtatious, but he awkwardly
lowered his , "I don't want to let her down. Without my wife, I wouldn't be where I am today."

Life, huh.

After parting, my friend and I remained silent the whole way. In the car, my friend sent him another text message: "
Years ago you conquered my body first; today, you conquered my heart. Delete after reading!" Looking at this
message, I felt a pang of jealousy and a sense of shame.

The girl nudged me with her elbow: "Sad? You're my soulmate, my husband. Your status
surpasses all my lovers!"

"And is lower than all your lovers too."

The girl smiled: "Of course! But I like it! If I don't torment you at least once a week, I feel uneasy, like
my period is always late!" She paused, then tugged at my collar: "I really
want ! I haven't made love for three weeks…you little slut, your mistress has
a task for you…"

I was exasperated: "This is a bit too difficult! How about we go to Brother Guo's?"

"I don't want him, I just want to give it to him!"

"Well... okay!"

I turned the car around and drove towards Haoran's hotel, thinking about how to offer my beloved wife to him. My daughter's first
time resurfaced in my mind; those unforgettable youthful days, like boundless darkness, assailed me.

Whom my daughter would give her virginity to was a test I faced from the very beginning.

On the night of her father's death and the vigil, the girl couldn't bear it any longer and slept with me, fully clothed. As fate would have it
, her mother went to her house around 5 a.m. the next day and discovered this. I had to repeatedly explain that nothing had happened
before my mother stopped her vicious curses on the girl: "What 'cursing parents'? You look so pathetic!" My mother, in her extreme grief,
spoke incredibly harshly, showing no manners whatsoever.

Our relationship grew up under my mother's watchful eye, proving the saying "the darkest place is under the lamp." My mother
always treated me like a child who would never grow up. She herself was quite spoiled in her youth, so in her eyes, the girl's occasional outrageous
behavior was merely a young girl's way of proving her charm. After the vigil, my mother
assumed we had crossed that line. We slept together for the entire senior year of high school, so she turned
a blind eye. Perhaps she felt that since my third uncle had slept with her for so many years, my daughter becoming our daughter-in-law
was, in a way, a form of repayment. Seven years later, my mother accepted the tea from my daughter and burst into tears: Time really
flies, and I've become a mother-in-law myself?

Little did she know that although we slept together every day and had deep affection for each other, I
didn't actually have my daughter's body until our wedding day. Even more unexpectedly, my son not only
inherited his father's philandering habits but also went a step further: he wanted to give his beloved girlfriend's virginity to another man.

The night my girl and I first lay naked together, our conversation was something no novelist could
have imagined :

"Do you really have to share a bed with me?!" My girl's face was flushed with intoxicating desire.

"I want to see you."

"You can only look, not touch!"

"Then why can Sun Ping touch me…?"

My girl pulled the blanket over half her face, her appearance indescribably alluring: "You can
only . Okay?"

I was extremely excited, pulled back the blanket and crawled in, embracing my girl's beautiful body: "What about the others?"

My girl's breasts were well-developed; even through the thin nightgown, I could feel their fullness
that .

"What do you think? Anyway, Sun Ping has already touched me...hehe, you're so jealous!"

My penis was already hard and erect, and the girl felt it too. Her little hand timidly touched my lower body:

"Don't you want to be like your father?"

"Yes..."

"You know, in our class, as far as I know, at least a dozen girls aren't virgins anymore, Aihua, do you
understand what I mean?"

I shook my head. The girl hugged me and started kissing me.

My hand slowly slid to her waist.

"Can you accept that my first time is given to another man..." The girl didn't dare to look at me and said with her eyes closed.

I didn't dare to answer that question. My heart was more than just hesitant; it was churning with turmoil.

The girl opened her eyes, and our noses were almost touching, making eye contact very difficult.

"Such a captivating body, you can only touch it through your clothes," the girl guided my hand, "Other
men can not only strip me naked and play with me as they please, they can also wantonly ravage me..."

As she spoke, she became as excited as I was: "Do you like it?"

I tilted my head back and saw the two flames in her eyes: "Girl, can I call you my wife? When it's just the two of
us ."

The girl nodded emphatically, kissed me again, and after a long, long time, said, "You are my most beloved husband! I
love you so, so much. When I was little, I treated you like a younger brother. I fell in love with you when I was only 13 years old. Once, I
did..." It was a very strange dream. It was a dream within a dream. I dreamed of you lying next to me. I woke up excitedly. When I saw that my side was empty
, I was very disappointed and thought: It turned out to be just a dream. But you showed up with breakfast! When he walked next to me,
I smiled. I was very impressed at that time. The white sheets and curtains shined through the sunlight. The sunlight was as
soft as moonlight and not dazzling at all. Come on, wife, it’s ready soon! Then, I woke up laughing. Then
I realized it was a dream within a dream. I looked at the time and saw that it was less than five o'clock, so I couldn't fall asleep. At that time, I missed you and you as a person.
I thought , ah, I might marry you in the future! "

I looked at the girl with great love in my heart. For a young couple, the key to a relationship is mutual understanding and deep affection
. We enjoy our unique kind of fun, who cares what others think!

"I just thought, I'll be yours sooner or later. And then there's your mom and my dad... your dad knows and actually enjoys it.
In the first semester of junior high, right after the midterms, one day, my dad and your mom were in the house, hehe, you remember
? You were eavesdropping by the door, and when I saw you like that, I immediately backed away. You didn't notice."

My face flushed instantly. I felt like my neck was burning!

Seeing my embarrassment, the girl was surprised: "Oh dear, you're embarrassed?! You have no idea how scared you
were ! I thought you had a mother complex!"

"A mother complex?! How could that be..." I felt utterly humiliated!

The girl gently covered my mouth with her hand, her eyes filled with a deep affection I had never seen before, a tenderness that
made me swoon: "Later, I read a book, and there was a sentence that made me think for a long time: 'Human nature
is as complex as sex.' Then I tested you, and I felt that you and your father had the same fetish, so I
tried to convince myself."

The girl stopped abruptly, the blankets guiding my hand between her legs.

I was incredibly excited!

"Later I found out you were using my underwear to masturbate. I want to know,
what scenes were you thinking about while you were masturbating?" The girl propped herself up on her elbows and stared at me intently.

Partly because I was excited, and partly because her tone made me feel less awkward, I went for it
:

"I was thinking, there's your love juice on your underwear, so I'm going to lick it..."

Unexpectedly, my answer excited her. She immediately pulled my head to her chest, muttering
, "Silly boy... do you really want me to do that?"

"Hmm!"

The air conditioner in the room was set to a timer, and the heating had stopped sometime ago. But we didn't feel cold at all. We were
both burning up!

After what seemed like an eternity, the girl seemed to have made up her mind and kissed my forehead: "Baby, I think
it's like this, at first, I'll give you some choices. In the future, I'll only tell you my decisions. Okay?"

"Hmm?" I still didn't understand what she meant.

"For example, my first time..." A blush rose on the girl's fair face, "...to
Xu Haoran, or Sun Ping?"

"Xu Haoran?!" I widened my eyes in surprise.

The girl turned away shyly: "I don't know... I just think he's quite manly... You decide for me!"

Then she leaned over and giggled: "So embarrassing!"

"Isn't it a bit too... too fast..." I felt a mix of emotions.

The girl turned to face me, her blush seeming even deeper:

"We need to decide on a direction before we can start dating... We can't just go straight to a hotel, can we?! Idiot!"

"Dating?! Falling in love?! What will my classmates think of me?!"

"Just say we're close relatives, our parents don't approve, so we can only be like siblings!"

The fact that the girl wanted to date someone else made me feel inexplicably disappointed, but my heart longed even more for the girl
's first time with another man, for her to writhe and submit beneath another man's body. Afraid she would sense my conflicted feelings,
I forced a smile and joked with her:

"Then if you date someone else, I can be your third wheel and keep it a secret, okay?"

The girl thought for a moment, becoming even more shy, but also impulsive: "Okay! Then when I kiss or caress someone else,
you have to turn your head away!"

"When you say 'someone else' to me, who is the person you're thinking of?" Because of jealousy, my voice was already trembling
with excitement , and I couldn't help but press down on the girl.

"I don't know! You decide for me! My first man, my husband will choose, so it can't be you! Do
you understand? You can't be both the referee and the athlete!" The girl looked up at me. "You hear me right, I
want to be conquered by someone else, and then come back with my underwear for you to lick!"

"When can you give it to me?"

"After many, many times..." The girl looked into my eyes, "So you can eat what others have left over!"

I breathed heavily with excitement, feeling like I was about to ejaculate.

The girl gripped my penis, looking down at it and saying, "Hey, don't get hard! It's pointless! It's none
of your business! I won't give you my little sister! You'll be drooling!"

Thinking of Xu Haoran's towering height of over six feet, I impulsively blurted out, "I
know who my wife likes, I'll help you get together. Xu Haoran... I'll cover for you two in the future!"

"And you have to book two rooms for me and Xu Haoran! One for you, and one for him and me, next door!"

"And you want me to hear you?!"

"I'll moan, I really will!"

Later, the girl said that when she said that, she immediately became aroused.

My immediate reaction was: I ejaculated!

Besides, with the girl's attitude, having sex with Xu Haoran was probably still a long way off for her. Unexpectedly,
once it started, it spiraled out of control…

Xu Haoran felt guilty for implicating the girl because of bribing the teacher, and he spent those days looking for her. In their second year
of high school , they were reassigned to different classes and became classmates. At first
, he didn't have any inappropriate feelings for her. Later, I learned that he had started to have a crush on her because she was gradually treating him differently.
Before the girl and I confronted each other, he had even put his arm around her waist.

One day after school, he pretended to bump into me and walked with me. After a few boastful remarks, he tentatively asked,
"You and Song Miaomiao are cousins, right? I heard she's been sick these past few days. Is she staying at your house? I'd like to
go see her and apologize."

"Yes, we're from the same extended family. She's my mother's goddaughter."

He looked pained. "It's all my fault that Song Miaomiao got punished. But what the hell does it matter? It's my fault. Song
Miaomiao was just a messenger, a passerby. Damn it, I really want to beat up the headmaster!"

I didn't reply. He put his arm around my shoulder. This overly familiar manner made me a little uncomfortable. There was a smell about him that
I felt repulsed by.

While waiting at the traffic light, a wicked thought suddenly popped into my head: the
smell would one day taint the girl's entire body; his arms would one day
spread the legs of the woman I love most...

"Miao Miao said she's willing to take the blame for you." I looked at him, feigning disdain.
"I don't know you very well, so I don't know what kind of person you are. I've heard you're very loyal, but if you and Miao Miao are going to be friends,
you should really consider her feelings, shouldn't you?"

He was taken aback, then laughed after a while: "So everyone thought you two were a couple, but it turns out you're
close relatives."

The relationship between my mother and the girl's father is actually known to a very small number of people, basically limited to a few people within our family
: my father used to be a government official, and now he's a local tycoon and a well-known entrepreneur. People
in our area are very snobbish; the powerful and wealthy are always idols in everyone's eyes.

I chuckled dryly a few times: "We grew up together since we were little. I did think about it before, but my parents didn't agree, and
the law wouldn't allow it. We're close relatives..."

The disappointment on my face was half genuine, half feigned. But at the same time, I also enjoyed this thrill. Later, I realized:
I wanted him to think that I also loved Miaomiao to some extent, so that if he possessed her, it would mean a kind of deprivation for me!

"How is she now? Can I come to your house to see her?" As Xu Haoran said this, he began
to lean forward, trying to be at my height.

"If my mom were here, she probably wouldn't like male classmates coming to see her. Let me see what I can do for you." I pretended
to frown . "My parents are going to see a friend tonight, and they don't know when they'll be back."

Almost without thinking, I added, "Are you trying to pick her up? You can't do anything like that in my house,
my parents will be furious!"

He was already very anxious, bowing to me, "Just say I came to see you, okay?"

I thought for a moment, "Okay, then I'll wear headphones and read a book. We'll both be in her room, and I'll be behind your backs, so you
won't see anything. Otherwise, it won't be a good explanation. That way, if my parents see me there, they won't overthink it."

Then the two of them stopped talking. He remained silent for a while, then stopped, looked at me with a strange expression:
"Why do I have this feeling, this feeling, that you and Miaomiao are a couple...? I've seen you two walking
together , and that feeling, hehe, it really is like a couple."

I panicked a little, but quickly calmed down: "I like her, partly like a brother and sister,
and I had a crush on her before, we were just close, and that closeness became a habit. You should pursue her, after the college
entrance you won't have another chance!"

"Oh, she might not even like me."

"Go for it, since we're close relatives, I can only envy and be jealous of you."

"Haha! Miaomiao is really cute, pretty, and has long legs! And a slim waist!" He winked at me.

I pretended to look at the car on my left, slightly turning my body to avoid him seeing my already erect and useless
thing . I turned to him with a lewd smile, gesturing with my hands: "Miao Miao's breasts are really quite big, I think she
's wearing a C-cup! I see you're glowing, your good fortune is about to arrive!"

"Haha, you're such a pervert, brother! I didn't know you were such a good student, everyone says you're an excellent
student !"

I laughed along: "Sorry to let you see my perverted side! When you finally win her over,
you have to make me truly envious and jealous!"

As I said the word "win over," a sharp pain shot through my heart.

Then Xu Haoran and I high-fived.

(To be continued)

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