【Joyful Enemies】(12-14) Author: Ananda in Tears

Author: Ananda in Tears
Word Count: 14711

Chapter Twelve: Boundless Love, Seize the Day

"Ah...it's dawn?!" Zhiming sat up abruptly in bed. It was already bright outside, but Chunjiao was
still fast asleep. After a while, Zhiming remembered that he hadn't made love to Chunjiao after returning from Sanya Bay last night.
"Damn it! I drank so many cocktails and wasted this precious night!" he
muttered , slapping his face twice.

"Hmm..." Chunjiao heard the sound and slowly turned around. Her hair was disheveled, and her nightgown
was loosely spread across her chest, revealing a deep cleavage between her snow-white breasts that extended to below her bra, exuding
a uniquely feminine scent, warm and fragrant.

"Wow! So sexy..." Zhiming murmured, his eyes wide with admiration. He involuntarily leaned
closer against Chunjiao's soft body.

"Mmm..." Chun Jiao groaned sleepily, her eyes still closed. Zhi Ming pressed his lips to her
warm lips, but she opened her mouth and stuck her tongue into his mouth. Zhi Ming was delighted and sucked on it with soft, smacking
sounds. After about ten sucks, Chun Jiao finally woke up. She opened her eyes and saw a furry head, and
screamed in fright, pushing Zhi Ming away and sitting up abruptly.

Zhi Ming hadn't expected such a strong reaction and panicked for a moment. "I'm sorry..." he said apologetically.

Chun Jiao blinked her sleepy eyes hard before recognizing Zhi Ming. She realized she had overreacted and,
after a long pause, managed to utter two words: "Good morning..." Thinking about what she had just done,
she blushed .

"Good morning!" Seeing that she didn't blame him for his abruptness, Zhiming grew bolder. "
Shall we... make up for what we didn't do last night?" he said, a mischievous smile on his face.

"Make up... do?" Chun Jiao blinked her beautiful big eyes. She had never heard of making up for this before
. Looking at the room full of natural light streaming in from the French windows, she hesitated. "So early in the morning...?!"

Zhiming hummed in agreement. There had never been such a precedent before. "Why... can't we do it?" he
asked anxiously, thinking that this was probably not going to happen.

"It's not that... it's just that it feels so strange so early in the morning!" Chun Jiao said, her face as red
as . Last night, Zhiming had fallen into a deep sleep as soon as he got home, but she had been so itchy in her crotch that she had tossed and turned until late
at night before finally falling asleep. "It's so bright now, isn't this... something we do at night?" she asked uneasily.

"Why not?" Zhiming persisted, racking his brains for reasons to persuade her. "
Some convenience stores...aren't they open 24 hours a day? And...at this time of day,
it's still nighttime in the world...like in America! Do Americans not have sex?" Zhiming argued logically, though he was
n't even sure if it was nighttime in America.

"Oh..." Chunjiao was silent for a while, then began to waver. "But...doing it every
day...too much...won't my vagina get loose?!" she said worriedly.

"Loose...?!" Zhiming paused for a moment, then burst into laughter, waving his hands and saying, "Absolutely not!
Don't worry, I've seen reliable medical data. Do you know how wide that place can
open ? —Ten centimeters! The vagina is naturally very elastic and can stretch and contract freely to the maximum extent!
In my opinion, it shouldn't be like that..."

"Ah! Ten centimeters!" Chun Jiao was startled, raising her hand to show her face, stammering,
"But... I didn't wash my face, I didn't eat breakfast, and then... I was hungry today and planned to go shopping early!"

"Is that so? So you don't want to do it..." Zhiming said disappointedly, lowering his head
like .

Seeing his dejected look, Chun Jiao sighed and said helplessly, "Well... okay! Just
this once, don't do it again!" Actually, she had wanted to do it for a long time, but she was just a little embarrassed to say that.

"Great!" Zhiming was so excited he almost jumped out of bed. Like a hungry wolf, he pounced
on , pulling her nightgown open and kissing her from her ribs below her breasts
down her smooth belly.

"Oh...oh..." Chunjiao groaned softly, feeling both ashamed and
excited in the bright light. "Aming! Don't bite...you can't wear a swimsuit if you have teeth marks..." she
warned breathlessly.

"I know..." Zhiming panted heavily. He had already taken off her panties and eagerly
climbed on top pulling off her bra. He grabbed her right breast with one hand and cupped her left breast with the other, sucking on it.

"Ah...ah ah..." Chunjiao began to moan softly. She didn't know when it had started,
but even the gentlest touch had made her unusually sensitive.

On the first floor of the hotel, in the buffet restaurant, Zhigang and Meiya sat facing each other. Breakfast had already been served, and
the tea in their cups was steaming hot.

"That's strange! At this hour... Amin and the others should be downstairs by now!" Zhigang said, taking a sip of tea,
puzzled . The four of them had agreed to have breakfast together this morning when they returned yesterday.

"They're probably still sleeping in?" Meiya said, holding her warm cup. She never imagined that the
conservative Zhiming and his wife would be hiding in their room doing that kind of thing so early in the morning.

"No! No! It's so late..." Zhigang shook his head, knowing his younger brother always got up early.
"Hmph! They probably forgot yesterday's promise and went shopping early... I was planning to
teach him a little more today!"

"I'm telling you! Mind your own business first! Maybe A-Ming is more capable than you!" Meiya teased
. This was the second time she'd said something like this. If the young couple weren't always together,
she really would have liked to find out more about Zhiming.

In the room, the blankets on the bed had fallen to the floor, and Zhiming and Chunjiao were already completely naked.
Chunjiao's face was flushed, and her nose was glistening with sweat. Her breasts were already swollen from Zhiming's kneading,
and tiny brown veins were visible beneath her fair skin. Her crotch was also wet from being licked.

Zhiming's face flushed crimson, his temples throbbing. He braced himself with his hands on either side, his hard
penis pressing against the hot, moist mound, and leaned down, shouting, "Chunjiao! I'm going to have you..."

"Mmm..." Chunjiao turned her face away in embarrassment, not daring to look at him, her thighs bulging open.
He parted them, reached down and cupped the large glans against the entrance, gritting his teeth and saying, "Come in!"

Zhiming thrust forward, and with a series of soft snapping sounds, his penis slid into the slippery vagina.
A of heat enveloped his penis, engulfing all his consciousness.

"It's all in..." Zhiming murmured, his breathing labored, his eyes fixed on Chun Jiao's breasts
. It was the first time he had gazed at those flawless hemispheres face-to-face in natural light; their beautiful
contours were so clear, every hair on them clearly visible, almost unreal in their beauty.

Chun Jiao turned her head, meeting his greedy gaze, and realized that her breasts were completely exposed
to the man's eyes. She cried out in a coquettish voice, "Ah! Don't look!" Her arms wrapped around Zhiming like vines,
pulling him down to her body, while she anxiously and hastily moved her hips.

Zhiming lifted his hips and thrust deeply, causing Chunjiao to scream "Ah!" followed by soft moans amidst
the rhythmic thrusting: "Mmm...mmm..."

Zhiming rolled the woman's legs up to her chest, grabbed her ankles, and knelt on the bed,
thrusting in and out rhythmically. He watched with great interest as his purplish-black penis moved in and out of her pink vulva. In a few moments,
it became glistening and wet, like a sharp dagger being polished.

As he continued, his brother's words echoed in his ears: "Look at that waist...that movement...it's purely a sexual
act!" Zhiming remembered those swaying waists, those complex and varied movements. "That's it!
Why don't try it like that and see if it works!" he thought, and his hips began to twist and turn in circles,
rubbing against her.

At first, the penis simply rummaged around inside the vagina, without any discernible pattern. After a while,
the penis developed its own rhythm, drilling deeper like a spinning drill, causing waves of intense
itching inside. "So good...so good..." Chun Jiao murmured, both puzzled and delighted, clearly sensing
that Zhi Ming's movements were different from usual.

With just a slight change, he could achieve such a magical effect, and Zhi Ming grew more confident, his buttocks
rotating like a millstone, faster and faster... The vagina seemed like a newly dug spring, gurgling out water, and Chun Jiao's
cries became even more joyful. After drilling for a while, Zhi Ming followed his brother's instructions, giving the vagina powerful stimulation from various angles, scooping from above, digging from below, prying to the left, and slanting to the right, performing the nine shallow and one deep technique
in the warm pool of flesh . "Eee-ya...ee-ya-ya..." Chun Jiao moaned softly, her teeth gleaming as she panted, waves of pleasure washing over her body. Her face flushed, her skin burning like embers. Zhi Ming 's progress was obvious, which made her proud, except...except...his glans was incredibly itchy, the price of changing positions. Zhi Ming was almost at his limit, hissing out, "Jiao! I'm already..." "Ah?! No...Ah Ming!" Chun Jiao screamed, clinging tightly to the man's body. She knew she was still far from the "orgasm" Mei Ya had mentioned—the more she feared it, the more likely it was to happen, damn it! "Don't stop! Don't stop...please!" she pleaded. "What?!" Zhi Ming exclaimed, feeling he had already lasted long enough, wasn't the woman satisfied ? "But I...I can't hold back anymore!" he groaned, his movements unconsciously slowing down. "Don't move! Stay still... stay still for thirty seconds, just hold on for thirty seconds, that's enough!" Chun Jiao said urgently , pressing her hands firmly against Zhi Ming's buttocks to prevent him from moving—this was the little trick Mei Ya had taught her on the way back last night, "This will prolong the time of sex..." Mei Ya said. "Hmm!" Zhi Ming listened to her words and awkwardly lay on top of the woman, not daring to move, but his penis wouldn't obey him, throbbing inside her. "What to do... this can't go on! If I can't overcome this weakness, how will I get by in the future..." he thought to himself. For Zhi Ming, premature ejaculation had become the most urgent problem to be solved. "At crucial moments, you need to distract yourself..." his brother's words echoed in his ears, but at this critical juncture , what should he think about? Zhiming pondered deeply, "That's it! Think about algebra problems ..." He finally came up with a topic. Algebra problems had always fascinated him in school, and now it was time to put them use. "x plus y equals two... What are the values of x and y?... No! No! The two-variable equation is missing one more equation to solve..." Just as Zhiming was , his buttocks, urged on by the penis, began to wriggle involuntarily. "Ah... ah..." Chunjiao began to moan again, feeling the heat and pleasure in her vagina. She thought Zhiming had caught his breath and happily locked her legs around his buttocks, trembling as she moved closer. Chun Jiao clenched her hips tightly, her vagina trembling violently, as if a hand was gripping his penis tightly, making thrusting more difficult than ever before. Zhi Ming roared and thrust forcefully, "Ugh...ugh!! Ah Jiao...Ah Jiao...it's so itchy!" he gasped. "Come on...come on..." Chun Jiao grew anxious, his penis heavy inside her, the sounds of his hips slapping and pounding filling the air. Pleasure was building in her lower abdomen. If Zhi Ming could hold on for just one more minute, the "best orgasm" that Mei Ya had mentioned would arrive. Zhi Ming gritted his teeth, lifted the woman's buttocks onto his thighs, and pulled them forcefully between his legs. Chun Jiao's head was pressed against the pillow, her waist arched like a bridge, her breasts swaying on her chest, and she cried out loudly , "Ah...ah...it feels so good! It feels so good..." "Forty apples in a box, sixteen boxes...how many apples are in sixteen boxes?" Zhi Ming changed to a simple math problem, but his head was buzzing, and he couldn't figure it out no matter what. "Ah...hundreds? How many hundreds ?!...Idiot!" He struggled to calculate in his mind, thrusting hard. "Just a little longer...just a little longer..." Chun Jiao pleaded, her waist aching from arching, and she collapsed weakly , raising her two white legs high, reaching out to pull Zhi Ming down on top of her, while he thrust his thick penis deeper, each time hitting the fleshy pads deep inside her vagina, making her tremble in waves. "Ugh... I can't take it anymore! I can't take it anymore!" Zhiming loosened his teeth, straightened his body and let out a muffled groan, like the desperate howl of a train pulling into a station. He grabbed one breast in each hand and endured the pain without daring to move.

"No...don't go so fast!" Chun Jiao cried out, her breasts tightly gripped in the man's hands,
her areolas bulging and glistening with an oily sheen, itchy and swollen. She twisted her hips, trying to back away.

"Ah—" Zhi Ming cried out, his penis convulsing in waves as it followed her vagina, a stream of hot
semen spurting out. His body went limp and he
collapsed .

The two bodies, drenched in sweat as if drenched in a downpour, pressed together, their hips joined, their
point of contact already soaked. After a while, more vaginal fluid gushed from her vagina, his penis still embedded inside,
trembling rhythmically, only slower and slower... "Ah Jiao..." Zhi Ming called softly, but
there was no response. Looking up, Chun Jiao pouted, clearly unhappy. He knew he'd messed things up again and
said apologetically, "I'm sorry..." This wasn't the first time he'd apologized for this; his head was bowed so low he dared not lift it.

Chapter Thirteen: Manman's Visit .

The most beautiful scenery in Hainan is at sunset. The red sun trembles as it kisses the horizon,
leaving a long, golden skirt floating on the sea, easily evoking the phrase "shimmering gold."

"Where did you two go this morning? We waited so long!" Zhi Gang
complained annoyed that he hadn't seen his brother and Chun Jiao all day.

"No..." Zhi Ming said, looking flustered. Chun Jiao tugged at his sleeve, and he sighed
, calmly saying, "Sigh! It's all her fault. She wanted to go shopping early this morning; my legs were weak!"
Shopping was true, but that was after they'd made love; he couldn't very well say, "We did it in bed,
and it wasn't even over," could he?

"Next time, let your sister-in-law go with Chun Jiao! Women's matters are always troublesome... It'll give us brothers
time to chat and teach each other some skills!" Zhi Gang said, acting like a mentor.

"Oh... okay!" Zhi Ming said nervously, his mind racing: "Could it be... I really not good enough
?!" Premature ejaculation—had become the most important issue on this honeymoon!

With his brother's enthusiastic guidance, the honeymoon was managed to pass muster. Back in Shenzhen from Hainan, Zhi Ming and
Chun Jiao felt like they were starting their marriage all over again.

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Zhi Ming's foreign-owned cosmetics company developed a new product and launched a new round of promotional activities. The customer service
hotline was overwhelmed, and the office building was in complete chaos. Zhi Ming had been busy all morning,
sweating , his shirt soaked through and clinging uncomfortably to his back.

"Ring ring..." Another urgent phone call rang. Zhiming quickly straightened his collar,
grabbed the phone, and greeted her enthusiastically, "Hello! This is [Company Name] Cosmetics Co., Ltd.
Who do you want to speak to?"

"Hello!" came a sweet female voice. Judging from the voice, she seemed quite young. "Please connect me to Mr. Jin Zhiming from
your company. Thank you!" the woman said politely.

"This is me. How can I help you?" Zhiming answered fluently, as if reciting a memorized script.

"Lunchtime! I'll be waiting for you on the rooftop!" came the reply, and the phone clicked off.

"Ah..." Zhiming opened his mouth wide, wanting to ask who she was, but the line went dead.
He had no choice but to put down the phone, wondering, "Huh! Who is this girl?
I don't remember her at all..." He checked his watch; lunchtime was in half an hour.

As soon as the lunch bell rang, Zhiming decided not to eat and went straight to the rooftop. Climbing the three flights of stairs to the seventh or eighth floor
left Zhiming breathless. As soon as he pushed open the rooftop door, a short-haired girl
in ink-wash denim overalls waved to him from the rooftop: "Hi! Over here... Good afternoon!"
Her voice in real life was even sweeter than on the phone.

Zhiming was somewhat flattered and nervously walked over, looking her up and down, but still couldn't remember
where he'd seen her before. Embarrassed,

he asked, "You are...?" The girl didn't answer directly, but gratefully said, "Thank you for taking care of my sister..."

Zhiming slapped his forehead, suddenly realizing, "Oh! Right, I've seen you before..." Chun Jiao had a
younger sister in college who couldn't attend their
wedding .

"Yes! Yes!" The girl jumped up happily. "We've met once, brother-in-law, how are you?"

Zhiming couldn't remember her name at all, and gave an awkward smile. "I'm fine... Have you had lunch
yet?" The girl said she had. "Then... I'll take you to visit our company. Everyone's gone to
lunch, it's alright, what do you think?" he suggested.

"Okay! Okay!" The girl skipped and hopped after him downstairs. When they arrived at the company, sure enough
, there was no one there. As she toured the place, she kept praising it: "What a great company!... So good, so good,
so rich and capable, you're so lucky, sister..."

"Oh... it's just so-so!" Zhiming said modestly. How could a naive young girl understand the hardships of
working ?

After looking around, the girl blurted out: "The financial situation is pretty good! But what about physical strength?
You might not be so good at that, right?"

"Ah!!" Zhiming was startled. Who speaks so bluntly? He was unsure if he had
misunderstood her words and asked anxiously, "What you mean by...that is..."

"Of course, sex..." the girl said casually, her expression clearly treating Zhiming like a country
bumpkin. Zhiming became even more hesitant to speak. "Is your foreskin a little long?" she asked again.

"What...?!" Zhiming thought he had misheard, his eyes wide with disbelief,
rubbing his hands nervously. "A little...a little too long..." he whispered, glancing anxiously down the hallway to see if
anyone was passing by.

"Short penis?! Premature ejaculation?!" The girl spoke quickly and loudly, startling Zhiming so much that his heart pounded.
Before he could even answer, the girl had her own answer, shaking her head and saying venomously, "My God!
You have all three major defects! My sister is so pitiful..."

Finally, Zhiming couldn't hold back any longer and shouted, "What's going on?! Don't make wild guesses
!!"

The girl, hands behind her back, strolled leisurely, saying expertly, "Is this wild guessing? From appearance, one can roughly..."
" I can tell!"

"Are you a god?! How can you tell?" Zhiming followed closely behind, pressing for an answer. He didn't believe any of
that nonsense: if someone could really tell the size of a penis from its appearance, that would be truly bizarre!

"It's experience! I've seen countless people, so naturally I can tell..." The girl turned around, saw
her brother- in-law's suspicious look, and laughed heartily: "I forgot to tell you, I've had forty boyfriends!"

"Forty?! How old are you..." Zhiming exclaimed in surprise. This girl was from a completely different world!
Even if she was twenty, if she started dating as an adult, she would have changed boyfriends ten times a year, averaging
one .

"Never mind! I can't explain it to you..." The girl came forward, straightened Zhiming's messy tie,
patted his shoulder, and said, "You'd better keep trying! Bye-bye!" With that, she turned and walked away.

Zhiming stood there, stunned, unable to process what had happened for a long time. It wasn't until he went downstairs for dinner that he remembered her
name —Su Manman. "But why did she suddenly barge in?" Zhiming couldn't understand.

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Inside the house, the vacuum cleaner hummed softly as Chunjiao swept the floor. Ever since returning from her honeymoon in Hainan, she
had quit her job at the travel agency to become a full-time housewife.

Today, she was in a good mood, humming a tune and dancing lightly on the floor.
Suddenly the doorbell rang, startling her. Then it rang twice more.

"Coming! Coming!" Chunjiao turned off the vacuum and rushed over. As soon as she opened the door, a head wearing a
hood peeked in furtively. "Hi! Sis!" the person called out with a grin.

"Manman!!" Chunjiao exclaimed with delight, pulling her in from outside and hugging her tightly. "You didn't even call
first !" she complained.

"Newlywed life, sweet enough, huh?" Manman asked with a smile. After leaving Zhiming's company, she changed into an
Adidas sweatshirt and long sweatpants, looking both casual and stylish.

"You see? What's so great about marriage? I was just sweeping the floor! It's nothing compared to studying!" Chunjiao
said , but couldn't hide the happiness shining in her eyes.

Manman looked around and said happily, "I'm sleeping here tonight, not going home!" Without
waiting for her sister's approval, she walked straight to the bedroom door, pushed it open, and looked inside. "This is what they call
a love nest? So cozy..." she nodded in satisfaction.

"Hey, hey, hey! This is someone else's room, how can you just barge in like that..." Chunjiao quickly pulled her away,
shuffling in and tucking a box of condoms under the covers.

"Sis...you're so stingy!" Manman muttered, sprawling out on the living room sofa.
"My stomach's growling, hurry up and cook some rice!" she ordered, acting like a spoiled young lady.

Chunjiao busied herself in the kitchen for a while, washing the rice, plugging it in, and bringing a cup of hot tea to her sister.
"Rice's a bit late, have some tea first!" she said amiably, her usual good temper intact.

Manman sat up abruptly from the sofa, her legs crossed, and blurted out, "Having fun?"

"Huh?" Chunjiao's hands trembled, and the teacup and tray clattered to the floor, splashing tea everywhere.
"Why are you bringing this up out of the blue?" she glared at her sister, grabbing a handkerchief to wipe the spilled tea.

"Brother-in-law doesn't seem too happy! I went to his company at noon..." Manman said, her sister
giving her another glare. She playfully stuck out her tongue and made a face.

"You little devil! It's just that kind of thing between husband and wife, what's so strange about it?" Chun Jiao
said nonchalantly.

"No!" Manman shook her index finger and said seriously, "Sex isn't optional,
not only between husband and wife, but also between boyfriend and girlfriend, it's a top priority!"

"What are you talking about? You know that A-Ming and I met through a blind date, we've never dated before,
how could I know what kind of person he is?" Chun Jiao said helplessly, spreading her hands.

"So, dating is the only way, you have to try before you can make a decision!" Manman talked on and on, completely
ignoring her sister's feelings, "I'm currently cultivating my eye for men, no matter what kind of man I
meet, I can tell what he's worth just by looking at him..."

"Come on! You little devil..." Chun Jiao interrupted her, made her another cup of tea, "
What are you up to now? The love club... are you still going?" she asked kindly.

"Why not? I've always thought it was great!" Manman rolled her eyes at her sister, not
shying away .

"I really can't understand it. You and I have the same mother, how come you're so susceptible to men?"
Chun Jiao was puzzled. Her sister was indiscriminate in her sexual relationships, completely different from herself.
"You... have a boyfriend now?!" she asked.

Manman counted on her fingers, grinning smugly, "Including sexual partners, I've had five in total."

"I'm not asking how many you have!" Chun Jiao was exasperated, clenching her fists as if to punch her, but
unable to bring herself to do it. She could only grit her teeth and mutter, "What a disgrace to our family!"

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Today was another day of overtime. Zhiming didn't get off work until the city lights were dazzling, dragging his tired
feet home.

"Sigh..." Zhiming sighed. Ever since Manman came and caused trouble at noon, his mood had been
heavy all afternoon. "Foreskin too long! Penis too short! Premature ejaculation! You have all three major defects..." Manman's words
hurt him deeply.

"But what can I do? Foreskin too long, penis too short, these are all things my parents gave me..." Thinking of
these things , Zhiming even felt a little desperate, hating that he couldn't be born in a Western country. Even being born a black person would be better,
having a donkey-sized penis would be better than anything else! He

walked alone, dejected. A gust of evening wind swept past his face, and
cherry blossom petals fell from the trees along the sidewalk. Some landed on his face, some on his shoulders. "Cherry blossoms, oh cherry blossoms, we are now
in the same boat, blooming early and fading early!" he thought sadly.

He was almost home. Looking up, he could see rows of brightly lit windows in the apartment building.
Thinking Chun Jiao waiting for him, Zhiming had to encourage himself: "Of my three major flaws, only premature ejaculation…
…premature ejaculation can be overcome with treatment. I need to make a breakthrough in this area, otherwise…"
" If you can't satisfy Chun Jiao, what's the point of talking about happiness?"

Inside, Chun Jiao was comfortably soaking in the bathtub, while Manman was watching TV in the living room. Growing
impatient turned and shouted towards the bathroom, "Sis, why isn't brother-in-law back yet?"

"He's been working overtime a lot lately for promotions, probably for a while longer," Chun Jiao replied. But the TV
was too loud for Manman to hear. Frustrated, she jumped up from the sofa, unplugged the TV, and shuffled to the bathroom door in
her slippers asking again.

"Wow! Working overtime like that, brother-in-law is such a good man..." Manman said, a strange pang of jealousy
rising . She stripped off her clothes and tossed them far onto the sofa,
shouting towards the bathroom door, "Sis... I'm coming in, I want to take a shower!"

"Ah! Wait a minute! I'll be done soon..." Chun Jiao mumbled from inside.

"No! I want to bathe with you..." Manman pouted, knowing her sister succumbed to her
sweet, coquettish nagging.

"Come in..." Chun Jiao said helplessly, but before she could finish, her sister pushed open the door and came in grinning.
"I knew my sister was the best!" she said, her eyes fixed on her sister's breasts floating on the water. She reached into
the tub to test the water temperature, her eyes glued to her sister's chest.

Seeing her gazing intently at the tub, Chun Jiao turned and asked, "What's wrong with you now? That look...
"

"Sister's are still so big!" Manman murmured, involuntarily raising her hands to grasp and
squeeze her sister's breasts.

Chun Jiao slapped Manman's hand twice and spat, "Pah! You brat, don't touch me like that!"

Manman chuckled, withdrew her hand, and said self-consciously, "So bouncy! Breasts like these are perfect for nipple
play, unlike mine! Look..." She grabbed her small breasts and tried to squeeze them together, but they would
n't stick.

Chun Jiao, hearing this new term for the first time, asked curiously, "Nipple... what nipple play?!" Manman
then vividly explained the concept of nipple play to her sister, making Chun Jiao blush... "I'm back!"
Zhiming called out as soon as he opened the door, but there was no response. The living room was empty. "Huh! Where is everyone?" he
wondered . He took off his suit jacket and threw it on the sofa, only to see a pile of messy underwear on the sofa.
He couldn't tell whose it was, but he thought happily, "They must be taking a shower!" The sound of running water from the
bathroom confirmed his guess.

"Let's scare her first..." Zhiming thought to himself, quickly stripping off his clothes until he was only wearing his underwear
. He tiptoed towards the bathroom, pressed his face against the glass door, and peered inside. The woman's slender, fleshy figure
was faintly visible in his eyes. "She's already showering. I need to hurry!" He
wiped his underwear on his thigh, and his purplish-black penis sprang out, its veins bulging, and the round, throbbing glans sticking out in a rather frightening way
.

Zhiming held his breath, pushed open the bathroom door, and called out, "Ajiao..." His voice was abruptly cut off by the sight
before him : the flesh was still that same pale white, but lacked Chunjiao's fullness; water overflowed her small,
dove-like breasts, and between her thighs was a thin, dark triangle... As if frozen in place
, Zhiming stared blankly for twenty or thirty seconds, then cried out, "How...
how is it you..."

Manman was also startled, her hair falling to the floor with a "thud." Seeing it was her brother-in-law, she grew
bolder , proudly puffing out her chest and twisting her waist, her expression as if saying, "Beautiful, isn't it?
I'll let you see it clearly!" Her eyes, however, were fixed on Zhiming's crotch.

Zhiming blinked, trying to see what was beneath the pubic hair, but he couldn't make it out clearly. Following her
gaze back, he screamed, clutching his penis and squatting on the floor.

Zhiming's scream startled Chunjiao, who went berserk in the bathtub: "Aming! You heartless bastard,
don't look at my sister there!"

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to!" Zhiming jumped up from the floor and ran back to the living room in a flash.
"I finally saw it!" Zhiming's heart was pounding. When he squatted down, he caught a glimpse of
wet hair and delicate fleshy labia, with water droplets still hanging from the mouth!

When it was time to sleep, Manman wanted to sleep in the same bed as her sister again, so Zhiming had to sleep on the sofa in the living room. After the lights were turned off
, the two sisters laughed and giggled incessantly in the room. He couldn't hear what they were saying, nor
what they were doing... Zhiming tossed and turned, unable to sleep. In the darkness, he grabbed Manman's
underwear, which she had taken off on the sofa, and covered his face with it, inhaling the fishy smell. His penis, uncooperatively, became erect again.
He had no choice but to return to his old ways, masturbating vigorously before finally falling into a deep sleep... In the morning, Zhiming lay on the sofa,
groaning and unable to open his eyes. Suddenly, his vision cleared. Manman had taken the underwear from his face and
run back to the bedroom, her white body exposed. "Last night, she slept like this with Chunjiao?" Zhiming wondered, lost
in thought about what might happen under the covers.

"Brother-in-law, I'm sorry you had to go last night! I'm leaving now!" Manman's voice rang out above him. Zhiming straightened up
, and Manman smiled nonchalantly. She was already fully dressed when she suddenly leaned down and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek
, whispering, "You and my sister are such a perfect match! ...Now I'm actually quite envious of you two...I saw what you have there
, it's my type, thick and perky!"

"Ah! Last night...it really was..." Zhiming scratched the back of his head sheepishly, unsure of what to say.
Manman had already gone outside, and it took him a while to come to his senses: "You're so observant!
Is it ? Maybe she's just saying all this to make me happy?" In any case, Manman's sudden
visit undoubtedly boosted Zhiming's confidence considerably.

Chapter Fourteen: No Matter How Much You Shoot, It's Useless. Finally

, Saturday arrived. After dinner, Jin Zhiming, who had been
feeling
stifled all week, went to the bathroom early. After his bath, Chun Jiao waved a DVD in front of him. "Ah Ming, want to watch a DVD?" she invited with a smile. Zhiming glanced at it; the words "Dead Souls" were clearly written on the cover. He snorted and walked past
Chun Jiao .

Chun Jiao followed closely behind, pestering him relentlessly: "Tomorrow is Sunday, we can stay up all night!"
—Even after getting married, her love for horror movies hadn't changed at all, especially her fondness for watching them with Zhiming.

Unable to resist her persistent nagging, Zhiming plopped down on the bed, his face expressionless. Chunjiao, observing his
expression , felt a sense of unease: "He's usually terrified of horror movies, but today he's so brave, not even blinking?"

After a while, Zhiming remained in the same position, expressionless like a puppet, not
uttering a single word to Chunjiao. "Is he angry? He took a shower early... could this be... a secret signal for sex?!"
Chunjiao wondered, glancing at the bedside table. Sure enough, the game console Zhiming played before bed was gone.

Couples often have various secret signals, sometimes even exaggerated ones. For example,
some wives might prepare special dishes, like sandwiching a sausage between two eggs and placing a sprig of coriander on the end, using
this unusual image to attract their husbands' attention. However, some careless men fail to grasp these little tricks,
assuming that their wives' showering is the start of sex.

The disc finally finished playing, and Zhiming hadn't uttered a single word from beginning to end—a first for him. Chun Jiao turned off
the TV and turned around, only to be pulled into Zhi Ming's arms. "Ah Jiao..." he said in a trembling voice.

"What?! Asleep..." Chun Jiao struggled, but Zhi Ming held her even tighter, almost
suffocating her. "That look... like he wants to devour her, as if he's made a huge decision..." she
thought , her heart pounding wildly.

Chun Jiao guessed correctly; Zhi Ming had secretly made up his mind while taking a bath: "I must overcome my premature
ejaculation and avenge the defeat in Hainan!"

Taking off his clothes, Zhi Ming was quick and efficient, stripping the woman naked in no time. Zhi Ming
had been and hadn't had time to make love to her.
Chun Jiao was desperately craving him, like a little white lamb sprawled on the bed, pressing Zhi Ming's head against her face, neck, and chest,
softly moaning amidst the soft sucking sounds.

Zhiming was quite skilled at foreplay. His hot tongue swirled in the woman's mouth, making gurgling
sounds. When his tongue tip brushed against the soft skin of her neck, the woman twisted her head to dodge, giggling
and crying out, "It tickles...it tickles..." His tongue tip only lingered briefly on her neck before quickly
moving across her collarbone to her breasts, sucking and nibbling relentlessly. This time, Chunjiao stopped complaining of tickling. She opened her mouth and hissed
, her whole body trembling like a sieve. She put one index finger in her mouth and bit it, enduring the discomfort... Zhiming
put under her thighs and lifted them up, and her two white legs rose high like flags, with the white,
fragrant mound between her thighs, but the opening was tightly closed. Zhiming growled, "Open!" Chunjiao's legs were
roughly spread apart, her vulva stretched open, revealing a glistening pink crevice, the folds of flesh
trembling restlessly inside.

His tongue, like a slippery eel, darted in and out of her, making Chunjiao gasp and moan
incessantly, "Ahhh...gentle...gentle..." She clearly sensed something was different;
Zhiming was incredibly energetic tonight, licking with great intensity.

Zhiming finally lifted his head, his mouth glistening with grease. He looked with satisfaction at her equally glistening
vulva, her juices flowing freely, and said in a loud, gruff voice, "Alright! I'm going to fuck you!"—Although
he had already masturbated in the bathroom, he was still fully energized.

Chun Jiao closed her eyes and hummed in response as the hot, thick penis plunged in, instantly filling her vagina completely.
She cried out in pain, her hands gripping the man's waist. After two months of adjustment, Chun Jiao
no longer felt pain; instead, she felt a full, satisfying sensation—this was just the prelude to a joyful symphony.

Her vagina felt like a furnace, "Damn, it's itchy from the start..." Zhi Ming
didn't , but her vagina stirred and teased his glans, a tingling, itchy sensation spreading below.

"Ah Ming! Mmm...ah...ah...move..." Chun Jiao couldn't help herself, moaning
and anxiously wriggling her hips. How could staying still count as sex?

Zhiming had no choice but to grit his teeth, grab Chunjiao's legs, and begin thrusting in and out, sometimes deeply, sometimes shallowly.
"I must hold on! I must hold on! I've come prepared for this day..." he
reminded himself as he moved, and sure enough, the method worked. The itching and numbness on his glans lessened,
and the pleasant crackling sounds began to ring out.

Everything seemed to be going smoothly, but this was nothing more than Zhiming's wishful thinking! He deliberately
placed his watch beside his pillow, glancing over Chun Jiao's head every now and then to see how long they'd been at it.
Five minutes passed without incident, and the hands were quietly pointing to six... Chun Jiao was immersed in pleasure when suddenly her nostrils
tingled. "Oh no! I'm going to sneeze..." She quickly covered her mouth and face, trying to stifle
the sudden , damned sneeze, but... but... "Achoo..." A loud sneeze
still came out, spraying Zhi Ming's face with saliva. "Achoo... Achoo... Achoo..." Three more
followed , and her vagina tightened in waves—it turns out that when a woman sneezes during sex, her vagina
tightens.

His penis, gripped tightly, bounced a few times inside her. "Ugh... Oh no!" Zhi Ming
howled, his jaw loosened, and he ejaculated all of it inside her, collapsing limply onto the woman.

"Ahhh..." Chun Jiao quickly lifted her buttocks and twitched a few times, but it was too late to turn back. Zhi
Ming groaned and pulled out his penis. He sat alone on the edge of the bed, took off the condom
and threw it into the trash can. He silently took out some tissues and wiped his crotch. The scene was truly pitiful!

Chun Jiao reached down and touched it. Her vaginal opening was still wriggling and wet, as if
protesting against the sudden incident. Zhiming didn't turn his head for a while. Chunjiao thought for a moment, took a
DVD , and said softly, "Well... let's continue watching the DVD now... Part 2..."

"No! I'm not in the mood..." Zhiming muttered, turning his head away, looking utterly dejected. He had been
rubbing against Chunjiao for a while, but luckily, young people recover quickly, and his manhood was erect again. Although it wasn't as hard as before,
it was enough for another round, so he asked, "I want to do it again... okay?"

"But, I just ejaculated..." Chunjiao said suspiciously. Zhiming turned around so she could see him.
"Wow! How come..." Chunjiao's eyes widened. Before she could finish speaking, Zhiming pounced on her on the bed and thrust into her.
Luckily, her vagina was still wet, and his penis went in like a whirlwind, all the way to the end.

"This time... I think I can last a bit longer, right?" Zhiming thought, and began thrusting relentlessly.

"Ah... ah..." Chunjiao clung tightly to the man, moaning softly. Although
his penis wasn't as hard as the first time, she still had to carefully protect his pride, making sure he didn't
sneeze again, and never repeat the same mistake!

"Great! Well done... Amin! Ahhh... I feel so good... so incredibly good..." Chunjiao
panted as she told him, her chest rubbing against his firm chest.

Thirty seconds passed, a minute passed... Zhiming stared intently at the second hand of his watch, hating
how slowly it ticked. His penis was quite impressive, getting bigger and harder,
almost It managed to last seven minutes and was now approaching eight. Chunjiao felt increasingly comfortable inside her,
and her hips moved even more vigorously.

"Ah...ah ah..." Chun Jiao cried out happily, pressing her hands against Zhi Ming's buttocks and pulling hard
into his vagina. "Ah Ming!! Harder...harder...faster..." She became increasingly unsatisfied,
her nails digging deep into Zhi Ming's buttocks.

The pain in his buttocks made Zhi Ming cry out, "My butt...it hurts so much!"
His jaw loosened, his ejaculation failed him, and after a few powerful thrusts, he collapsed onto Chun Jiao—thankfully, the clock had just
passed the eight-minute mark, a small improvement, I suppose!

Zhi Ming lay on top of the woman, panting heavily for a while, then climbed up and sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing himself with his head drooping.

"Sigh..." Chun Jiao sighed, softly comforting him from behind, "Don't be like this! I'm already
very satisfied, don't blame yourself..." Zhi Ming ignored her, continuing to stroke his manhood.

"Strange... what is she doing?" Chun Jiao noticed his back was twitching strangely, so she grabbed
two tissues and handed them to him over his shoulder. Unexpectedly, Zhi Ming jumped up from the bed, turned around,
and shouted , "It's working! It's working! It's back to life!!"

Chun Jiao looked closely and saw his penis standing proudly erect between his legs, as if defying her.
Terrified, she screamed and fell back onto the bed, scrambling to the other side.

Zhi Ming wasn't about to let her escape. He grabbed her ankle, dragged her to him, and pounced on her like a leopard, pinning
her down on his back. "I finally got an erection! And you... you're going to run away?" he demanded in a gruff voice.

"But...but I'm all dry down there!" Chun Jiao said in a trembling voice. Zhi Ming spat into his palm
, reached down and rubbed his crotch, then parted her buttocks and thrust inside. "Ah! No...no...
it hurts!" Her vagina was burning hot, and Chun Jiao was about to cry out in pain.

The intensely sweet sensation was intoxicating. To prolong this pleasure, Zhi Ming slowed down his thrusting, using
a series of gentle movements to successfully infuse pleasure into every part of the woman's body.

"Ah Ming! Ah Ming..." Chun Jiao called his name, arching her buttocks and spinning magically.
Beneath her buttocks, a pink eye gradually moistened, eventually shedding a tear of happiness.

Zhi Ming stopped on his own, and Chun Jiao couldn't make him stop either. Both were
overjoyed , sweat beaded on Zhiming's scalp, trickling down his cheeks and dripping onto the woman's
back, making her heaving back drenched in sweat as well.

"Ah Jiao... my darling, I'm going to kill you... kill you..." Zhiming's roar was like
muffled thunder he thrust repeatedly into her soft waist, while brushing the stray hairs from her neck with his hand.

"Fuck me harder...fuck me...fuck me!" Chun Jiao went mad, screaming with her head held high, her white, fleshy
buttocks thrusting like a motor, slapping against Zhi Ming's crotch... Suddenly, she straightened her back,
turned her head and murmured, "Almost there...almost there!"

Zhi Ming finally received the divine call, becoming brave, galloping across the plains like a spirited horse, rushing towards
the high hills. "No...no..." he growled, suddenly remembering that he had forgotten to wear
a condom this time, hurriedly leaping up, a thick, white, hot stream shooting from his penis onto Chun Jiao's
fair, like back.

Just a little bit more, and Chun Jiao would have reached the peak of pleasure. Zhi Ming's body pressed against her back, so
heavy, "Ah Jiao! I...I still...couldn't satisfy you! But I've tried my best..." Zhi Ming
's heart sank to the bottom, glancing at his watch, less than twelve minutes had passed.

"Don't be impatient! This time, it's much better than the first two times..." Chun Jiao wasn't lying. Although Zhi Ming's
progress was only a little bit, the effect was obvious, and he had to be encouraged. "If it doesn't work this time,
there's always next time! We're husband and wife... forever..."

"Wait a little longer!" Zhi Ming said, getting up again and sitting on the edge of the bed, lowering his head to stroke his limp
penis. "Wait a little while, it'll be over soon... I can do it again..." he said.

"Ah Ming..." Seeing the man working so hard for her, Chun Jiao was deeply moved. She got up and
hugged him tightly from behind. "Three rounds in one night, how can I take it? My penis is swollen and still numb...
Let's sleep! We'll do it again tomorrow..." Chun Jiao said gently, taking his hands away from his crotch and pulling him to
the center of the bed, covering him with the blanket.

"Ah Ming, put your hand up here, I want to hold your hand while I sleep!" Chun Jiao murmured lazily.
Zhi Ming put his hand up and placed it in her soft, small palm. The two of them
fell asleep sweetly, holding hands like that.

Perhaps because they had done it three times in a row, under the warm blankets, in their deep sleep,
Zhi Ming and Chun Jiao vaguely felt that the other was still inside them all night.

[To be continued]

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