Vivi (Me and the Girl Next Door)

After graduating from university, I left my hometown to work in Taipei. The work was very busy, and I only went home two or three times a year for holidays. Four or five years passed in the blink of an eye, and I never imagined I'd be transferred back to my hometown by my company.

The day after I moved back, the company, understanding my fatigue from the move, allowed me a day off to rest at home. Around 2 PM, both my parents went out, leaving me alone at home. With nothing else to do, I lay on the living room sofa, watching a horror DVD I'd borrowed from a friend a few days earlier.

It was a story about how if you read an article online and don't reply or like it, a dinosaur-like female ghost will climb into your bed at midnight, rape you, and make you impotent and die. I don't know what kind of tumor the director had in his head to make such a bizarre plot, but bored, I lay on the sofa and watched it listlessly.

Just then, the doorbell rang. I hurriedly got up from the sofa and went to the door to open it.

"Coming—" I opened the door, wondering if it was a delivery person. To my surprise, when I opened the door, a young woman of about twenty stood there, wearing a white short-sleeved t-shirt and a red skirt. She had an oval face, a full bust, a slim waist, and long, flowing black hair. Her large, bright eyes darted around.

Startled by this sudden appearance of such a beautiful woman, I was about to ask her why she was there when she gave me a bright, friendly smile and called out, "Teacher!"

I tilted my head and observed her for a moment, then asked, puzzled, "Weiwei?" She nodded excitedly.

Weiwei was my next-door neighbor's younger sister, six years younger than me. Her family moved in when I was in my first year of high school. We had a pretty good relationship, like an older brother and younger sister. I would occasionally take her to the movies, go shopping, or have meals with her. When I was in college, I even tutored her for a while. After that, she always called me "Teacher."

She was in her second year of high school when I left home to work. In the four or five years since, I haven't been home much and haven't seen her. In my memory, she was thin and bony, pretty but too thin. I never imagined that after a few years, she would have gained weight, her breasts were bigger, her legs were longer, and she had become so beautiful I almost didn't recognize her. And she still called me "teacher" as she always did.

Overjoyed to see her again, I led her into the living room. As soon as I plopped down on the sofa, she exclaimed, "Teacher, teacher, I haven't seen you in so many years! Auntie said you rarely come home, and when you do, you don't even contact me. I don't know how much I miss you! How heartless of you! Have you forgotten me?" She puffed out her cheeks, pretending to be angry, but her eyes were full of laughter.

"How could I forget you? I've just been busy with work," I replied with a smile. "If I had known you'd grow up to be such a beautiful young woman, I would have come back to see you more often, every week during my days off!"

Her cheeks flushed, and she shyly punched my shoulder with her fist. "What nonsense are you talking about? What beautiful young woman? I don't know anything about her!" I teased her for a while longer, and we started talking about our recent lives. After graduating from high school, she went to a university near her home and is now a sophomore about to enter her junior year. Yesterday, she heard from her mother that I had moved back, and she couldn't wait to come see me today. As we chatted, her attention shifted to the screen on the living room TV. I had paused the video before answering the door, and it was showing a scene where a female ghost climbs onto the male protagonist's bed, naked, and is about to rape him. Putting aside her grotesque appearance, this female ghost had a pretty good figure, slim where she should be, and curvy where she should be. The still frame looked almost like an adult film.

Vivi stared at the screen expressionlessly for a while, then turned to me and asked, "Teacher, why are you watching porn starring such an ugly actress?" Sure enough, she misunderstood.

I silently handed her the DVD case, pointing to the synopsis. After reading it, she tilted her head and asked, "What kind of plot is this? Is the director crazy?"

I shrugged, "I don't know what the director was thinking. Want to watch?"

She considered it for a moment and nodded, "Sure, I want to know just how bad the plot is."

So we pressed play, and we leaned against each other on the sofa to watch. The DVD content was unremarkable, nothing worth mentioning. But being so close to Vivi, I could occasionally smell her unique, youthful fragrance, which made me a little uneasy. On screen, the male protagonist was struggling to escape the tyranny of the ugly female ghost, but my eyes succumbed to my male instincts, unable to focus on Vivi's full breasts and fair thighs, unable to concentrate on the film at all.

I truly regret it from the bottom of my heart. I regret that summer four years ago, after graduating from university, when this girl next door confessed her feelings to me, and I didn't accept her. I went to her house then to tell her about my plans to work in Taipei after graduation. She begged me not to leave and mustered the courage to confess her long-held secret crush on me. But back then, I only saw her as a little sister; I had no romantic feelings for her whatsoever, and I rejected her. That night, lying in bed, I could still vaguely hear her crying through the wall. For the past four years, I've avoided her, which is probably related to this incident.

Who knew that after so many years, when we met again, she had blossomed into a beautiful and elegant woman? Meeting her was not only a pleasant surprise, but also breathtaking. Sigh! They say girls change a lot as they grow up, and it's so true.

But I wonder what she thinks of me now? Does she still see me as the object of her secret crush? Or is she just an ordinary older brother next door?

Lost in thought, I felt someone touch my shoulder. Turning around, I saw Weiwei's head resting on my shoulder, dozing off. Come to think of it, it's no wonder she was so sleepy watching such a boring movie.

I gently shook her arm and called to her, "Weiwei, are you sleepy?"

She rubbed her sleepy eyes and slowly sat up, nodding, "Mmm." After a pause, she said again, "This movie is so boring."

I looked at her with a bit of guilt, feeling I shouldn't have recommended such a terrible film. I asked, "Then... do you want to go home and sleep for a bit?" To be honest, I was reluctant to see her leave.

She smiled playfully, her expression lively and mischievous, but her sleepy eyes held a captivating charm. She said mischievously, "No, I want to sleep here!" Without waiting for my reply, she tucked her head into my stomach, saying, "Teacher's beer belly is round and soft, perfect as a pillow." These past few years, I've been busy entertaining clients, indulging in rich food and drinks, and haven't exercised much, so my belly has grown quite a bit.

"This isn't really a good idea..." I said awkwardly.

"What's the big deal? I'll just rest my head on your belly for a bit; it's not like you'll lose a piece of flesh."

"What if I play a prank on you while you're asleep?"

"A prank...how are you going to play a prank?" She suddenly sat up, asking curiously.

The mention of pranks immediately conjured up all sorts of bizarre and outlandish pornographic scenes I'd seen before. But looking at her face, I couldn't utter a single word. How could I talk about these things? It was too vulgar.

She looked at me for a moment, then rested her head back on my stomach, saying, "See? You won't do anything inappropriate to me." For some reason, I felt a hint of disappointment in her tone and expression. Was it just my imagination?

I still retorted, "Aren't you afraid I'm a pervert?"

"I'm not afraid."

"I'll rape you."

"You wouldn't dare."

She was right. I'm a lecherous coward, afraid of being bitten by a dog. I really wouldn't dare. So I could only remain motionless, helplessly watching her slowly fall asleep against my stomach. Many people might think that having a young, beautiful, and hot woman sleeping on their stomach is an immense blessing that would make countless men envious. But don't forget, when such a beautiful woman is snuggling close to you but you can only admire her from afar, this blessing can turn into a living torture.

And I was trapped in this living hell, a place that could drive anyone mad. So close, beneath a red miniskirt, lay a pair of the most flawless, white legs I'd ever seen, displayed in a seductive pose; so close, hidden beneath a white t-shirt, lay a pair of the most rounded, full breasts I'd ever seen, their alluring rise and fall with the girl's breath; right before my eyes, the most beautiful, most alluring, most tempting, most intoxicating female body I'd ever seen lay on top of me, separated only by a sheet of cloth, and I could only watch her sleeping posture, not daring to touch her even with a finger. This feeling was more unbearable than having a delicious roast chicken placed in front of someone on a diet.

Time dragged on endlessly.

Reason told me that Weiwei was my neighbor's younger sister; we weren't lovers, just friends like siblings, and I couldn't let my lust run rampant. But my emotions couldn't restrain my male instincts; my eyes couldn't help but linger over her beautiful body. Through her thin white t-shirt, I could see she was wearing a red bra, her large breasts peeking out from under the neckline—at least a D or E cup. She lay on my stomach, her breath naturally blowing towards my crotch. Even through the thin fabric of my athletic shorts, I could faintly feel her warm breath, and my penis couldn't help but react, quietly swelling beneath my pants.

Her face was directly in front of my genitals, and fearing she might wake up and find me erect, I gently shifted my position. This startled her; she turned slightly, now facing me directly. Her eyes were still closed, she was still asleep. Now I was positioned above her, directly in front of her magnificent breasts beneath her clothes, a beautiful view that naturally aroused my penis even more intensely. My

penis stood erect, but the glans seemed to have bumped into something. I took a closer look, and good heavens! Because Weiwei had rolled over and her head had shifted, my penis was now pressed against her left cheek through her shorts! And her cheek was warm and soft, the sensation was actually quite pleasant! A corner of my rational mind crumbled, and I decided to maintain the status quo, letting my long-time, unused penis experience this rare treat—yes, I'm still a virgin at this age, so what? Any objections?

Rationality is like a dam; normally it's incredibly strong, unshakeable by any flood. But once cracks appear, the collapse happens at a multiplicative rate, faster than lightning. Soon, the mere sensation of my penis against Weiwei's face through her shorts was no longer enough. I carefully pulled down the front of my sweatpants, exposing my erect penis completely to the air, letting my shaft make intimate flesh-to-flesh, skin-to-skin contact with Weiwei's cheek. Hurry, hurry, hurry!

Weiwei was fast asleep and didn't notice my lewd act. Emboldened, I set my sights on her alluring breasts. I moved my hand to the lower edge of her right breast, extending my index finger to lightly touch the outer edge of that softest part of a woman's body. Seeing she didn't move, I increased my touch to two fingers, then four, until my entire palm was on her full, smooth breast, gently caressing and playing with it through her clothes. It was the first time in my life I'd touched a woman's breast other than my mother's, and such firm, beautiful breasts, flawless in shape, size, and elasticity. I was almost moved to tears.

But simply touching it through clothing wasn't enough; it felt like scratching an itch through a boot. Weiwei was sleeping even more soundly than I'd imagined, offering even more opportunities. I withdrew my hand and turned to the gap between her large breasts, which were bulging high at the neckline of her white t-shirt. My target, of course, was the two soft, fleshy mounds beneath the t-shirt. Touching them directly was far more pleasurable than teasing them through clothing. My palm rested on the upper half of her rounded breasts; I could feel her body temperature and the damp sweat flowing between her thighs. Weiwei didn't even blink, the process proceeding smoothly.

I didn't dare use too much force, only lightly pinching the upper edge of her breasts, while my penis gently patted her cheek, enjoying the perverse thrill. Unconsciously, my hand slid a little deeper into her bra; unconsciously, the head of my penis pressed against her cheek, causing a slight indentation. She shifted slightly, uncomfortably moving. I dared not move rashly, afraid that if I stimulated her, she might wake up at any moment.

Fortunately, she didn't; this silly girl slept as if she were unconscious, completely unaware. My hand slid deeper into her bra, my fingertips finally touching the peak of her jade-like breasts—the soft, pink nipples. Success! Thank Allah, thank Buddha, thank God!

Perhaps I was too carried away, for I suddenly made a reckless move; I couldn't help but grab Weiwei's left hand and grasp my penis! The moment my shaft felt the softness and warmth of her palm, I realized something was terribly wrong and quickly looked down at Weiwei's face.

Her eyes were tightly closed, her brow slightly furrowed, her lips deeply pursed—for a fleeting moment, she seemed to be convulsing, but then quickly regained her composure, her breathing normal, peacefully asleep. But I could see it: a truly asleep person wouldn't have that contorted expression; a truly peacefully asleep person wouldn't suddenly return to calm after such an expression. I realized—Weiwei was pretending to be asleep.

Surprisingly, the moment I realized she was pretending to be asleep, I wasn't afraid or panicked. I simply calmly lowered my head and called her name, "Weiwei."

She didn't respond. I called her name two or three more times, but the girl still decided to continue pretending to be asleep.

So I slipped my right hand inside her bra and began to rub her brazenly. My left hand held her small hand, playing with my penis. She frowned again, two red blushes rising to her cheeks, her face flushed with shyness, but her eyes still showed no sign of opening. I lowered my head and whispered in her ear, "At this point, are you still going to pretend to be asleep?"

She suddenly opened her eyes, quickly withdrew her left hand from my penis, her face flushed with shyness, and asked, "How did you know I was pretending to be asleep?"

I shook my head and smiled wryly, my embarrassment not much better than hers: "I was just about to ask you, when did you wake up?"

She lowered her head and didn't answer. After a long while, she timidly spoke, "Actually... I wasn't sleepy at all, and I didn't fall asleep at all."

"So, you pretended to be asleep to seduce me?"

She nodded, her blushing face buried in her falling hair, making it almost impossible to see her expression.

"You still like me?" I asked.

She bit her lower lip, remained silent for a while, and then said, "You know, I was sad for a long time after you rejected me, and I was depressed for a long time. I felt that I wasn't good enough or pretty enough back then, which is why you didn't like me. So later, I kept eating to make myself look fuller; I took a lot of Chinese medicine to make my breasts bigger and firmer; I did a lot of exercise to make my body lines look better; I looked at a lot of fashion magazines and learned how to dress to make myself more beautiful. When I became better and more beautiful, you finally came back... I... I don't want to let this opportunity slip away. Teacher, can you... can I be your girlfriend?" As she spoke, she began to sob softly, tears streaming down her large, watery eyes.

What kind of scum, trash, bastard I am! How could I possibly deserve to make such a pitiful and adorable girl go to so much trouble and effort for me? How could I possibly let her be heartbroken again?

I didn't answer, but pulled her into my arms and kissed her deeply on the lips.

"Are you sure you want to do this? You really won't regret it?"

"Yes." Weiwei nodded: "I had already made up my mind. Even if the teacher didn't accept my confession, I was determined to give you my first time... It's just that I'm still a virgin, and I don't know if I can do it well... I'm a little nervous." She lay on my bed in my room, wrapped in a clean white sheet, and under the sheet was Weiwei's beautiful, naked body.

I awkwardly stood on tiptoe and smiled shyly: "Actually, I'm not afraid to tell you. Even though I'm this old, I'm still... still a virgin."

She first widened her eyes and looked at me in disbelief, then chuckled: "I'm so happy... Oh! What am I saying!" She pulled the sheet over her head and shyly shrank into the blanket.

I hurriedly took off my shirt, pulled down my shorts and underwear together, and tiptoed onto the bed. Two naked bodies, a man and a woman, finally met for the first time under the covers.

"Well... I'm going to start now." My mouth was dry with nervousness. I took a deep breath, recalling the pornographic scenes I'd watched over the years, and my trembling hand reached for her breasts. Her full, round breasts were like a pair of soft, suction-like sponges. My fingers sank deep into her flesh, and once they touched her, I couldn't help but knead them. She let out a soft moan, responding to me, placing her hand on my chest, her thumb teasingly rubbing her nipple. For the first time, I realized that a man's body had other incredibly sensitive areas besides his penis.

I kneaded her breasts with one hand and touched her back with the other, bringing us even closer. Our bodies pressed tightly together, our legs intertwined, lips to lips, our tongues swirling and dancing, our passion mingling in our mouths. Suddenly, she grasped my penis and began to stroke it with abandon. We were drenched in sweat, panting softly.

Whether it was the overwhelming pleasure or our lack of experience, we caressed each other for a while before I realized it was time to move on. Reluctantly, I temporarily abandoned the full breasts in my hand and moved my hand to Weiwei's genitals; the pubic hair around her vulva was already soaked with her juices. I looked at her with a deliberately teasing expression. She noticed the lewdness in my eyes and lightly punched my chest, the pain sending a pleasurable sensation through me.

I parted the most mysterious part of her body with my fingers, eager to find her sensitive spot. But lacking experience, I struggled for a long time without success. She gently placed her hand on the back of mine and softly said, "Don't rush, it's here..." guiding me to press my fingers against her own engorged, aroused clitoris. Afraid of hurting her, I carefully rubbed that sensitive spot with my fingertips, and her juices flowed out like a leaky faucet. She looked both shy and alluring, her delicate beauty concealing boundless sensuality, occasionally letting out soft moans, her hand still diligently stroking my penis, making my lust even more intense, my penis reaching an unprecedented hardness and excitement.

"I can't hold back anymore, can I put it in?" I whispered in her ear, and she nodded shyly. I lifted the sheets, knelt between her legs, positioned my penis against her vulva, and following her instructions, thrust my large penis into her opening in one go.

"It hurts!" she cried softly, her body trembling and her snow-white breasts swaying in a breathtaking arc. In my excitement and haste, I forgot the pain of losing her virginity and quickly apologized, "I'm so sorry, I was too rough. Does it hurt a lot?" I pulled my penis out of her vagina a little, and I could see a few drops of blood mixed with her vaginal fluid.

"It's...it's okay." She endured the pain, holding my hand and shaking her head repeatedly, "I'm finally yours, I'm so happy. If you move slowly, it's okay..."

Hearing her say that, I was still a little worried, so I said, "Okay, then I'll move slowly. If it really hurts, you have to tell me, don't try to bear it."

"Okay!" She nodded, tears of joy streaming down her cheeks.

I pushed my penis, which I had only pulled out halfway, back in along the same path. She closed her eyes tightly, her face still showing a painful expression. I took her hand and gently squeezed her palm. Although I knew this might not help, I still hoped it would ease her pain a little.

I took her hands in mine and slowly, gently slid my penis in and out of her vagina, enjoying the warmth of her vaginal walls enveloping my shaft while carefully observing the changes in her facial expressions. At first, with every inch of penetration, her expression was one of intense pain. But after dozens of gentle thrusts, although she was still enduring the pain, her expression had softened considerably.

She quietly opened her eyes, forcing a smile, and said to me, "I'm used to it now, it doesn't hurt so much anymore. You can move faster, it's okay."

"But..." I hesitated, "I'm afraid if I move too vigorously, it will aggravate the injury, and you'll be in excruciating pain again..."

She shook her head: "It's okay, the pain is much better than before. Now, rather than painful, it's a little itchy, even... a little comfortable." The young woman spoke, still a little shy, but then she took my hand and boldly began to rub her breasts.

Encouraged by this, I was determined to show some manly courage. I lay on top of her, kneading her two full, soft breasts with each hand, then kissed her again, our lips and tongues entwined, inseparable. Slowly, I thrust my hips, guiding my penis into her overflowing, honey-like vagina.

Her reaction was different from before; she no longer frowned in reluctance, but seemed to enjoy it. So I confidently increased the speed of my thrusts, fully savoring the pleasure of penetrating her tight vagina. Her beautiful body swayed with my movements, her breasts and buttocks undulating, a sight to behold; her soft moans and gasps were captivating.

After a while of vigorous thrusting, Weiwei's breathing became increasingly rapid and loud, her appearance more and more lost and wanton. The more intense my thrusts, the tighter her vagina felt, pressing more sensitively against my penis.

She cried out, "No, I want it, I want it... Ah!" With a final, high-pitched scream, a gush of warm water gushed from her honey pot, spraying onto my penis and triggering a surge of intense pleasure in me. Along with her orgasm, my penis also released a large amount of semen deep within her, and I felt a wave of intense pleasure wash over me.

Afterwards, I felt as exhausted as if I'd worked a full day. I collapsed onto the pillow, holding Weiwei's sweaty, glistening body tightly, gently kissing her forehead, and then drifted off to sleep in her arms.

I probably only slept for a short while; when I woke up, it was still light. Weiwei lay beside me, looking at me with her big eyes, smiling and saying, "Good morning."

"Good morning." I squeezed the beautiful woman's hand and asked, "How long have I been asleep?"

"Less than half an hour."

"You weren't asleep?"

She shook her head: "No, I didn't want to sleep. I wanted to observe your sleeping posture carefully while you were asleep."

"What's so interesting about observing my sleeping posture?" I said with a wry smile. "Besides, if you want to observe me, a little while won't make a difference. There will be plenty of opportunities in the future."

She blinked her big eyes. "You mean...?"

I smiled leisurely. "If you become my girlfriend, you'll naturally have plenty of opportunities to sleep with me. If one day you're unlucky enough to become my wife, then you'll have to share a bed every night. If you want to see my sleeping posture, you'll have enough to get tired of observing it in this lifetime."

She chuckled happily for a while, then deliberately contradicted me, saying, "I only said I wanted to be your girlfriend, I didn't say I would definitely marry you in the future..."

I quickly said, "But I have no intention of becoming someone else's husband, and I can't bear to see you become someone else's wife!"

After hearing this, her face turned red again, and she buried her face in the pillow shyly, so she didn't see the smug look on my face that said, "I've got you, I'm going to follow you, I'm going to pursue you, and I'm going to marry you."

She nestled in the pillow for a while before lifting her face, looking at me for a long time, and then said, "Oh right, after all this commotion, I just remembered there's something important I forgot to tell you."

"Oh?"

She took my hand, and after we were both seated, she said seriously, "Teacher, welcome home."

I nodded, hugged her, and said gently, "Weiwei, I'm home."

Home, it's so good!

After graduating from university, I left my hometown to work in Taipei. Work was busy, and I only went home two or three times a year for holidays. Four or five years passed in the blink of an eye, and I never imagined I'd be transferred back to my hometown by my company.

The day after I moved home, the company, understanding my hard work moving over the past few days, allowed me a day off to rest at home. Around two o'clock in the afternoon, both my parents went out, and I was home alone. With nothing else to do, I lay on the sofa in the living room, watching a horror movie DVD I'd borrowed from a friend a few days ago.

It was a story about how if you read an article online and don't reply or like it, a dinosaur-looking female ghost will climb into your bed in the middle of the night, rape you, and make you impotent and die from exhaustion. I don't know what kind of tumor the director had in his head to make such a bizarre plot, but bored out of my mind, I lay on the sofa and watched it half-heartedly.

Just then, the doorbell rang. I hurriedly got up from the sofa and went to the door to open it.

"Coming—" I opened the door, wondering if it was a delivery person. But when I opened the door, there stood a young woman of about twenty years old, wearing a white short-sleeved t-shirt and a red short skirt, with an oval face, full breasts and a slim waist, long black hair, and bright, sparkling eyes.

Suddenly seeing such a beautiful woman, I was stunned for a moment. Just as I was about to ask her why she came, she squeezed out a bright and friendly smile and called out first, "Teacher!"

I tilted my head and observed her for a while, then asked in confusion, "Weiwei?" She nodded excitedly.

Weiwei is my next-door neighbor's daughter, six years younger than me. Her family moved in when I was in my first year of high school. We got along quite well, like an older brother and younger sister. I'd occasionally take her to the movies, shopping, or out for meals. When I was in college, I even tutored her for a while, and ever since then, she's always called me "teacher."

She was in her second year of high school when I left home to work, and I haven't been home much in the past four or five years, so I haven't seen her. In my memory, she was thin and frail, pretty but too thin. I never expected that after a few years, she would have gained weight, her breasts would be bigger, her legs would be longer, and she would become so beautiful that I almost didn't recognize her. And she still calls me "teacher" as she always has.

After a long separation, I excitedly led her into the living room. As soon as she plopped down on the sofa, she exclaimed, "Teacher, teacher, I haven't seen you in so many years! Auntie said you rarely come home, and when you do, you don't even contact me. I don't know how much I miss you! You're so heartless! Have you forgotten me?" She puffed out her cheeks, pretending to be angry, but her eyes were full of laughter.

"How could I forget you? I've just been busy with work," I replied with a smile. "If I had known you would grow up to be such a beautiful young lady, I would have come back to see you often, every week during my holidays!"

Her cheeks flushed, and she shyly punched my shoulder with her fist. "What nonsense are you talking about? What beautiful young lady? I don't know anything about that!" I teased her for a while longer, then we chatted about our recent lives. After graduating high school, she went to a university near her home and is now a sophomore, about to enter her junior year. She heard from her mother yesterday that I had moved back, and she couldn't wait to come see me today. As we talked, her attention shifted to the screen on the living room TV. I paused the DVD just before answering the door. It was playing a scene where a female ghost climbed onto the male lead's bed, naked, and was about to rape him. Putting aside her grotesque appearance, the ghost had a decent figure—slim where she should be, curvy where she should be.

The still frame looked almost like an adult film. Weiwei stared at the screen expressionlessly for a while, then turned to me and asked, "Teacher, why are you watching an adult film with such an ugly actress?" Sure enough, she misunderstood.

I silently handed her the DVD case, pointing to the synopsis. After reading it, she tilted her head and asked, "What kind of plot is this? Is the director crazy?"

I shrugged. "I don't know what the director was thinking. Want to watch?"

She considered it for a moment, then nodded. "Sure, I want to know just how bad the plot is."

So we pressed play, and sat side-by-side on the sofa to watch. The DVD content was unremarkable, nothing worth mentioning. Being so close to Weiwei, constantly catching the unique fragrance of a young girl emanating from her, made me a little uneasy. On screen, the male protagonist was struggling to escape the tyranny of the ugly female ghost, but my eyes succumbed to my masculine instincts, unable to focus on Weiwei's full breasts and fair thighs, completely unable to concentrate on the video. I truly regretted

it from the bottom of my heart, regretting that summer four years ago when I graduated from university, when this girl next door confessed her feelings to me, and I didn't accept. Back then, I went to her house and told her about my plans to work in Taipei after graduation. The girl begged me not to leave, mustering the courage to confess her long-held secret love for me. But at that time, I only saw her as a little sister, and had no romantic feelings for her at all, so I rejected her. That night, lying in bed, I could still vaguely hear the girl crying through the wall. For the past four years, I've avoided seeing her, probably because of this.

Who knew that after so many years, when we met again, she had grown into a beautiful and elegant woman, a surprise and a stunning sight. Sigh! They say girls change a lot as they grow up, and it's so true.

I wonder what she thinks of me now? Does she still see me as the person she secretly loves? Or is she just an ordinary neighbor?

Lost in thought, I felt someone touch my shoulder. Turning around, I saw Weiwei's head resting on my shoulder, dozing off. Come to think of it, it's no wonder she's watching such a boring movie.

I gently shook her arm and called, "Weiwei, are you sleepy?"

She rubbed her sleepy eyes and slowly sat up, nodding, "Mmm." After a pause, she said, "This movie is so boring."

I looked at her a little apologetically, feeling I shouldn't have recommended such a terrible film. I asked, "Then... do you want to go home and get some sleep?" To be honest, I didn't really want her to leave.

She smiled playfully, her expression lively and mischievous, but her sleepy eyes held a captivating allure. She playfully said, "No, I want to sleep here!" Without waiting for my reply, she shoved her head onto my stomach: "Teacher's beer belly is round and soft, perfect as a pillow." These past few years, I've been busy entertaining clients, indulging in rich food and drinks, and haven't exercised much, so my belly has grown quite a bit.

"This isn't very nice..." I said awkwardly.

"What's wrong with that? I'll just use your belly for a bit, it's not like you'll lose a piece of flesh."

"What if I play a prank on you while you're asleep?"

"A prank...how would you play a prank?" She suddenly sat up, asking curiously.

The mention of pranks immediately conjured up all sorts of bizarre and outlandish pornographic scenes I'd seen before. But looking at her face, I couldn't utter a single word. How could I talk about these things? It's too vulgar.

She looked at me for a moment, then rested her head back on my stomach, saying, "See? You won't do anything inappropriate to me." For some reason, I felt a hint of disappointment in her tone and expression. Was it just my imagination?

I still retorted defiantly, "Aren't you afraid I'm a pervert?"

"I'm not afraid."

"I'll rape you."

"You wouldn't dare."

She hit the nail on the head. I'm all bark and no bite, I really wouldn't dare. So I could only remain motionless, helplessly watching her slowly fall asleep against my stomach. Perhaps many people think that having such a young, beautiful, and hot woman sleeping against their stomach is an immense blessing that would make countless men envious. But don't forget, when such a beautiful woman is snuggling close to you but you can only admire from afar, this blessing becomes a living torture.

And I was trapped in such a living hell that could drive anyone mad. So close, beneath a red miniskirt, lay a pair of the most flawless, white legs I had ever seen, displayed in a seductive pose; so close, hidden beneath a white t-shirt, lay a pair of the most rounded, full breasts I had ever seen, their alluring rise and fall with the girl's breath; right before my eyes, the most beautiful, most alluring, most seductive, most intoxicating female body I had ever seen lay on top of me, separated only by a sheet of cloth, yet I could only watch her sleeping posture, not daring to touch her with a single finger. This feeling was more unbearable than having a delicious roast chicken placed in front of someone on a diet.

Time dragged on endlessly.

Reason told me that Weiwei was my neighbor's younger sister, and we weren't lovers, just friends like siblings. I couldn't let my lust get the better of me. But my emotions couldn't restrain my male instincts, and my eyes couldn't help but wander over her beautiful body. Through her thin white t-shirt, I could see she was wearing a red bra, her large breasts peeking out from under the shirt, at least a D or E cup. She lay on my stomach with her head turned to the side, her breath naturally blowing towards my crotch. Through the thin fabric of my athletic shorts, I could even feel her warm breath, and my penis couldn't help but react, quietly swelling under my pants.

Her face was facing my crotch, and I was afraid she wouldn't know how to explain if she woke up and found me erect, so I gently shifted my body to change position. This startled her from her sleep; she turned slightly, her side now facing me. Her eyes were still closed; she was still asleep. Now I was positioned high above her, directly facing her magnificent breasts beneath her clothes, a breathtaking view that naturally aroused an even more intense reaction in my penis.

It stood erect, but the glans seemed to have bumped into something. I looked closely, and good heavens! Because Weiwei had rolled over and changed her head position, my penis was now pressed against her left cheek through her shorts! And her cheek was warm and soft, surprisingly pleasant! A corner of my rational mind crumbled, and I decided to maintain the status quo, letting my penis, which had been my constant companion for years without any opportunity to perform, experience this rare moment of bliss—yes, I'm still a virgin at this age, so what? Any objections?

Rationality is like a dam; normally it's incredibly strong, impervious to any flood. But once cracks appear, the collapse happens at a multiplicative rate, faster than lightning. Soon, the slight stimulation of my penis against Vivi's face through her shorts was no longer enough. I carefully pulled down the waistband of my sweatpants, exposing my erect penis completely to the air, letting my shaft make intimate flesh-to-flesh, skin-to-skin contact with Vivi's cheek. Hooray!

Vivi was fast asleep and didn't notice my lewd act. I became bolder and set my sights on her captivatingly beautiful breasts. I moved my hand to the lower edge of her right breast, extending my index finger to lightly touch the outer edge of that softest part of a woman's body. Seeing that she didn't move, I increased my touch to two fingers, then four, until my entire palm was in contact with her full, smooth breast, gently caressing and playing with it through her clothes. It was the first time in my life that I had touched a woman's breast other than my mother's, and a firm, beautiful breast that was impeccable in shape, size, and elasticity. I was so moved that I almost cried.

Simply touching her through her clothes wasn't enough; it felt like scratching an itch through a boot. Vivi was sleeping more soundly than I'd imagined, offering more opportunities to grope. I withdrew my hand and turned to the gap between her large breasts, which stretched high at the neckline of her white t-shirt. My target, of course, was the two soft, fleshy mounds beneath the t-shirt. Direct contact was far more pleasurable than teasing through clothing. My palm rested on the upper half of her rounded breasts; I could feel her body temperature and the damp sweat flowing between her thighs. Vivi didn't even blink; the process went perfectly.

I didn't dare use too much force, only lightly pinching the upper edge of her breasts, while my penis gently patted her cheek, enjoying the perverse thrill. Unconsciously, my hand slid a little deeper into her bra; unconsciously, the head of my penis pressed against her cheek, causing a slight indentation. She shifted uncomfortably. I dared not move rashly, afraid that any stimulation would wake her at any moment.

Fortunately, no, this silly girl was sleeping soundly, completely unconscious. My hand slid deeper into her bra, my fingertips finally touching the peak of her jade-like breasts, the soft, pink nipples—success! Thank Allah, thank Buddha, thank God!

Perhaps I was too carried away, because I suddenly made a very bold and reckless move; I couldn't help but grab Weiwei's left hand to hold my penis! As my penis felt the soft grasp and warmth of her palm, I realized something was terribly wrong and hurriedly looked down at Weiwei's face.

Her eyes were tightly closed, her brows slightly furrowed, her lips deeply pursed, a fleeting expression that seemed like a spasm, before she quickly regained her composure, her breathing normal, peacefully asleep. But I could see it; a truly sleeping person wouldn't have that contorted expression just now; a truly peacefully sleeping person wouldn't suddenly return to calm after showing such an expression. I realized—Weiwei was pretending to be asleep.

Surprisingly, the moment I realized she was pretending to be asleep, I wasn't afraid or panicked. I simply calmly lowered my head and called her name, "Weiwei."

She didn't respond. I called her name two or three more times, but the girl still decided to continue pretending to be asleep.

So I slipped my right hand inside her bra and began to rub her brazenly. My left hand held her small hand, playing with my penis. She frowned again, two red blushes rising to her cheeks, her face flushed with shyness, but her eyes still showed no sign of opening. I lowered my head and whispered in her ear, "At this point, are you still going to pretend to be asleep?"

She suddenly opened her eyes, quickly withdrew her left hand from my penis, her face flushed with shyness, and asked, "How did you know I was pretending to be asleep?"

I shook my head and smiled wryly, my embarrassment not much better than hers: "I was just about to ask you, when did you wake up?"

She lowered her head and didn't answer. After a long while, she timidly spoke, "Actually... I wasn't sleepy at all, and I didn't fall asleep at all."

"So, you pretended to be asleep to seduce me?"

She nodded, her blushing face buried in her falling hair, making it almost impossible to see her expression.

"You still like me?" I asked.

She bit her lower lip, remained silent for a while, and then said, "You know, I was sad for a long time after you rejected me, and I was depressed for a long time. I felt that I wasn't good enough or pretty enough back then, which is why you didn't like me. So later, I kept eating to make myself look fuller; I took a lot of Chinese medicine to make my breasts bigger and firmer; I did a lot of exercise to make my body lines look better; I looked at a lot of fashion magazines and learned how to dress to make myself more beautiful. When I became better and more beautiful, you finally came back... I... I don't want to let this opportunity slip away. Teacher, can you... can I be your girlfriend?" As she spoke, she began to sob softly, tears streaming down her large, watery eyes.

What kind of scum, trash, bastard I am! How could I possibly deserve to make such a pitiful and adorable girl go to so much trouble and effort for me? How could I possibly let her be heartbroken again?

I didn't answer, but pulled her into my arms and kissed her deeply on the lips.

"Are you sure you want to do this? You really won't regret it?"

"Yes." Weiwei nodded: "I had already made up my mind. Even if the teacher didn't accept my confession, I was determined to give you my first time... It's just that I'm still a virgin, and I don't know if I can do it well... I'm a little nervous." She lay on my bed in my room, wrapped in a clean white sheet, and under the sheet was Weiwei's beautiful, naked body.

I awkwardly stood on tiptoe and smiled shyly: "Actually, I'm not afraid to tell you. Even though I'm this old, I'm still... still a virgin."

She first widened her eyes and looked at me in disbelief, then chuckled: "I'm so happy... Oh! What am I saying!" She pulled the sheet over her head and shyly shrank into the blanket.

I hurriedly took off my shirt, pulled down my shorts and underwear together, and tiptoed onto the bed. Two naked bodies, a man and a woman, finally met for the first time under the covers.

"Well... I'm going to start now." My mouth was dry with nervousness. I took a deep breath, recalling the pornographic scenes I'd watched over the years, and my trembling hand reached for her breasts. Her full, round breasts were like a pair of soft, suction-like sponges. My fingers sank deep into her flesh, and once they touched her, I couldn't help but knead them. She let out a soft moan, responding to me, placing her hand on my chest, her thumb teasingly rubbing her nipple. For the first time, I realized that a man's body had other incredibly sensitive areas besides his penis.

I kneaded her breast with one hand and stroked her back with the other, bringing us closer together. Our bodies pressed tightly together, legs intertwined, lips to lips, our tongues swirling and dancing, passion mingling in our mouths. Suddenly, she grasped my penis and began to stroke it with abandon. We were drenched in sweat, panting softly.

Whether it was from the overwhelming pleasure or our lack of experience, we caressed each other for a while before I realized it was time to move on. Reluctantly, I temporarily abandoned the full breasts in my hands and moved my hand to Weiwei's genitals. The pubic hair around her vulva was already soaked with her juices. I looked at her with a deliberately teasing expression. She noticed the lewdness in my eyes and lightly punched my chest, the pain sending a pleasurable sensation through me.

I parted the most mysterious part of her body with my fingers, eager to find her sensitive spot. But lacking experience, I struggled for a long time without success. She gently placed her hand on the back of mine, softly saying, "Don't rush, it's here..." guiding me to press my fingers against her engorged, aroused vulva. Afraid of hurting her, I carefully rubbed that sensitive spot with my fingertips, her juices flowing like a leaky faucet. She looked both shy and alluring, her delicate beauty concealing boundless sensuality, occasionally letting out soft moans, her hand still diligently stroking my penis, making my lust even more intense, my penis reaching an unprecedented hardness and excitement.

"I can't hold back anymore, can I put it in?" I whispered in her ear, and she nodded shyly. I lifted the sheet, knelt between her legs, positioned my penis against her vulva, and following her instructions, thrust my large penis into her opening in one go.

"It hurts!" she cried softly, her body trembling, her snow-white breasts swaying in a breathtaking arc. In my excitement and haste, I forgot the pain of losing her virginity and quickly apologized, "I'm so sorry, I was too rough. Does it hurt a lot?" I pulled my penis out of her vagina a little, and I could see a few drops of blood mixed with her vaginal fluid.

"It's...it's okay." She endured the pain, holding my hand and shaking her head repeatedly, "I'm finally yours, I'm so happy. If you move slowly, it's okay..."

Hearing her say that, I was still a little worried, so I said, "Okay, then I'll move slowly. If it really hurts, you have to tell me, don't try to bear it."

"Okay!" She nodded, tears of joy streaming down her cheeks.

I pushed my penis, which I had only pulled out halfway, back in along the same path. She closed her eyes tightly, her face still showing a painful expression. I took her hand and gently squeezed her palm. Although I knew this might not help, I still hoped it would ease her pain a little.

I took her hands in mine and slowly, gently slid my penis in and out of her vagina, enjoying the warmth of her vaginal walls enveloping my shaft while carefully observing the changes in her facial expressions. At first, with every inch of penetration, her expression was one of intense pain. But after dozens of gentle thrusts, although she was still enduring the pain, her expression had softened considerably.

She quietly opened her eyes, forcing a smile, and said to me, "I'm used to it now, it doesn't hurt so much anymore. You can move faster, it's okay."

"But..." I hesitated, "I'm afraid if I move too vigorously, it will aggravate the injury, and you'll be in excruciating pain again..."

She shook her head: "It's okay, the pain is much better than before. Now, rather than painful, it's a little itchy, even... a little comfortable." The young woman spoke, still a little shy, but then she took my hand and boldly began to rub her breasts.

Encouraged by this, I was determined to show some manly courage. I lay on top of her, kneading her two full, soft breasts with each hand, then kissed her again, our lips and tongues entwined, inseparable. Slowly, I thrust my hips, guiding my penis into her overflowing, honey-like vagina.

Her reaction was different from before; she no longer frowned in reluctance, but seemed to enjoy it. So I confidently increased the speed of my thrusts, fully savoring the pleasure of penetrating her tight vagina. Her beautiful body swayed with my movements, her breasts and buttocks undulating, a sight to behold; her soft moans and gasps were captivating.

After a while of vigorous thrusting, Weiwei's breathing became increasingly rapid and loud, her appearance more and more lost and wanton. The more intense my thrusts, the tighter her vagina felt, pressing more sensitively against my penis.

She cried out, "No, I want it, I want it... Ah!" With a final, high-pitched scream, a gush of warm water gushed from her honey pot, spraying onto my penis and triggering a surge of intense pleasure in me. Along with her orgasm, my penis also released a large amount of semen deep within her, and I felt a wave of intense pleasure wash over me.

Afterwards, I felt as exhausted as if I'd worked a full day. I collapsed onto the pillow, holding Weiwei's sweaty, glistening body tightly, gently kissing her forehead, and then drifted off to sleep in her arms.

I probably only slept for a short while; when I woke up, it was still light. Weiwei lay beside me, looking at me with her big eyes, smiling and saying, "Good morning."

"Good morning." I squeezed the beautiful woman's hand and asked, "How long have I been asleep?"

"Less than half an hour."

"You weren't asleep?"

She shook her head: "No, I didn't want to sleep. I wanted to observe your sleeping posture carefully while you were asleep."

"What's so interesting about observing my sleeping posture?" I said with a wry smile. "Besides, if you want to observe me, a little while won't make a difference. There will be plenty of opportunities in the future."

She blinked her big eyes. "You mean...?"

I smiled leisurely. "If you become my girlfriend, you'll naturally have plenty of opportunities to sleep with me. If one day you're unlucky enough to become my wife, then you'll have to share a bed every night. If you want to see my sleeping posture, you'll have enough to get tired of observing it in this lifetime."

She chuckled happily for a while, then deliberately contradicted me, saying, "I only said I wanted to be your girlfriend, I didn't say I would definitely marry you in the future..."

I quickly said, "But I have no intention of becoming someone else's husband, and I can't bear to see you become someone else's wife!"

After hearing this, her face turned red again, and she buried her face in the pillow shyly, so she didn't see the smug look on my face that said, "I've got you, I'm going to follow you, I'm going to pursue you, and I'm going to marry you."

She nestled in the pillow for a while before lifting her face, looking at me for a long time, and then said, "Oh right, after all this commotion, I just remembered there's something important I forgot to tell you."

"Oh?"

She took my hand, and after we were both seated, she said seriously, "Teacher, welcome home."

I nodded, hugged her, and said gently, "Weiwei, I'm home."

Home, it's so good!

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