[Urban Romance Series: Shao Yali, Fatal Encounter] [Three Chapters] [The End]

Chapter 1

Summer in Beijing is scorching hot, the humid heat like a sauna. The daily nine-to-five commute, with its congested traffic, is maddening. But since I live in the capital, I have to accept reality and adapt slowly.

I'm 30 years old this year. After graduating from university, I stayed in Beijing and worked for a foreign company, starting from the bottom and working my way up to marketing director last year. Eight years of hard work have yielded some success. Two years ago, I took out a loan to buy a three-bedroom apartment in a great location in the CBD, very close to my workplace.

Last year, I also replaced my old CR-V with a Q5. My life goals are slowly being achieved step by step. However, my parents keep urging me to get married; at thirty, it really is time to settle down.

My current girlfriend works at the same company as me; she used to be my subordinate, but now she's transferred to the customer service department. She moved in with me a while ago, and we've planned to get married next Valentine's Day. I still have six months of single life left, and sometimes I feel a little nostalgic.

That day, after finishing my business with a client, although it wasn't yet time to leave work, I looked at the congested traffic and knew that even if I rushed back to the office, it would be close to closing time, so I simply turned the wheel towards home. It was not yet 5 pm when I entered the underground parking garage downstairs, not yet the rush hour, and many parking spaces were still empty.

I drove my Q5 towards my parking space, pondering what to eat for dinner, when suddenly my eyes lit up. A bright red TT-Coupe Quattro sports car was parked in the passageway ahead. Its center console lights flashed twice, and a tall, beautiful woman in a short skirt stood in front of the car, turning her head to press the key in her hand.

With two "clicks," the woman quickly crossed the passageway and headed towards the elevator. The distance was a bit far, so I couldn't see her features clearly, but judging from her figure, clothing, and gait, she was absolutely stunning.

I slowed down, my eyes drawn to the woman's back: long, flowing chestnut-brown hair past her shoulders.

A tall, shapely figure was encased in a navy blue, tight-fitting mini-dress, revealing two long, slender legs beneath the hem. Despite the dim lighting in the parking garage, those legs still gleamed white. She wore silver stiletto sandals, the heels clicking crisply on the ground. Her cat-like gait was graceful and alluring, her rounded buttocks swaying with every step, exuding femininity.

I thought to myself: I've never seen this girl before. Too bad I didn't see her face, but that figure, that aura—she's absolutely gorgeous! Tsk tsk… probably someone's mistress, damn it! All the good stuff is wasted on pigs, damn it… Just thinking about it makes me angry. Whether she's a mistress or some sugar daddy's goddaughter, it's none of my business. I cursed inwardly while subconsciously glancing at the license plate of the red TT car: 京Q＊＊888! Damn it! Damn, even license plates are this arrogant? Compared to them, I, a successful "high-level white-collar worker," am just a loser... After that, every time I passed TT's parking spot on my way home from work, I would subconsciously glance at it, and almost every time I saw TT parked there. I guess that girl really is a mistress; she stays at home and doesn't work. Although I really wanted to see what she looked like, and even came home early a few times, I never saw her again.

Half a month passed in a flash, and the company organized a training trip to South Korea for some employees. My girlfriend was lucky enough to be selected. It was called training, but it was more like a vacation, lasting 20 days. I originally had the opportunity to go too, but thinking about having 20 days of free time, I pretended to be noble and gave my spot to a colleague.

My girlfriend's flight was on Saturday morning. The night before she left, my girlfriend cried her eyes out, unwilling to leave me, as if it were a matter of life and death. I had no choice but to serve her with all my might in bed for half the night, ejaculating three times. My girlfriend, experiencing multiple orgasms, finally fell asleep contentedly in my arms. I was exhausted, like a dog, and slept soundly until dawn without even taking a shower.

After seeing my girlfriend off, on the way back from the airport, my phone rang as soon as I got on the highway. I answered via Bluetooth, and a female voice came through the earpiece: "Hello sir, are you the owner of car ********? I'm from Audi 4S store. According to our records, your car needs maintenance soon. We have a promotional offer: free genuine engine oil, 20% off labor, and a free gift..." Damn! The service at Audi 4S store is truly impeccable.

I glanced at the odometer; it really was time for maintenance. Since I had nothing else to do during the day, and there was a discount, I decided to go.

I took the Airport Expressway onto the Fifth Ring Road and arrived at Audi 4S store in no time.

I handed the car over to the 4S dealership's customer service representative and sat on the sofa by the window in the lobby, smoking and admiring the view outside. I was mentally planning to hang out with some buddies for a couple of nights, maybe have a few drinks at a bar, or pick up a girl to kill some time… Just as I was getting into it, a bright red TT turned into the intersection.

Looking at the license plate: 京Q＊＊888, damn! What a coincidence! Isn't that my car in the underground parking garage? It's also getting its maintenance done at this 4S dealership? Now

I can finally see that gorgeous girl in person. Suppressing a surge of excitement, I stubbed out my cigarette, stood up, and strolled to the lobby entrance. The TT was parked in front of a row of parking spaces, preparing to back in. Suddenly, I noticed that the TT's beautiful, rounded rear end was badly dented, and the rear bumper, which was integrated with the body, had a large crack. It looked like it had been rear-ended. Being chased so badly, the entire rear of the car needs bodywork done; it's such a waste of such a nice car.

The parking space, which should have been spacious, took the TT three tries before it finally managed to back into the car, albeit crookedly. I scoffed, thinking this girl must be a novice; her skills were really lacking.

The car door opened, and a beautiful high-heeled foot emerged first, touching the ground. Then, that familiar figure emerged from the car. At that moment, a customer service guy from the 4S dealership ran over, the girl pointing at the TT's rear end while seemingly explaining the accident to him, though I couldn't make out what she was saying.

I stood at the door, looking into the distance. I saw the girl wearing a flesh-colored, sheer, sleeveless dress with a wide skirt, revealing only her calves, and nude high-heeled pumps. Her chestnut-brown hair shimmered golden in the sunlight. She wore sunglasses and carried a delicate handbag. Her entire outfit looked designer, elegant and sophisticated. Although it wasn't a tight-fitting dress, her impressive figure was still visible underneath.

But what attracted me most about the girl was her fair, rosy skin. The skin tone of her face and limbs was white with a hint of pink, making her look like a silk doll. It wasn't the yellowish white of Asians, but more like the skin tone of Caucasians. This rosy skin tone, paired with a flesh-colored dress, even looked a bit too much like a human. If she were wearing a tight-fitting dress, at first glance, she would look like she was naked. For a moment, a thought even crossed my mind: this girl's nipples and genitals are probably pink too... Just as I was fantasizing, the girl and the customer service guy walked into the lobby. I quickly looked her face over. To be honest, I'd give her face a 90 out of 100. Her

eyebrows and eyes were obviously made up; her eyes were big, her nose was high, and her lips were thin—all very pretty. It's just that her cheekbones were a bit high, and her jaw was slightly square, not the currently popular "small V-shaped face." However, her face was definitely natural, untouched by surgery, making it appear even more authentic. Her entire face and features possessed a three-dimensional quality, especially her deep-set eyes and straight nose, giving her a distinctly Western appearance. Her slightly angular face matched her towering 1.7-meter frame quite well. Her high heels further accentuated her height; I felt she wasn't much shorter than my 1.83-meter frame.

As they passed by, the girl's perfume filled my nostrils. The scent was different from my girlfriend's, somewhat sweet, but it suited her demeanor and气质 (qi zhi - a combination of temperament, bearing, and style). As the girl brushed past me, I sniffed and turned to watch her graceful figure walk towards the front desk, wondering how to strike up a conversation.

I leisurely followed her, standing a short distance away, eavesdropping on her conversation with the 4S insurance receptionist.

After a short while, I roughly figured out what had happened. The 4S customer service representative called her "Ms. Shao," so I learned the girl's surname was Shao. It turned out she hadn't been rear-ended; she had mistaken the accelerator for the brake while reversing. She hadn't been paying attention to the reversing camera, and a concrete block behind her had solidly dented the TT's rear end—it happened that very morning.

The traffic police issued a single-vehicle accident report; it was probably a brand new car, her first accident. The girl, who had likely never been in an accident before, was distressed, aggrieved, and helpless; her delicate face was flushed with anxiety.

When she heard that bodywork would be needed, the rear bumper parts would have to be sourced from the manufacturer, and the repairs would take at least four or five days, she almost cried, filled with remorse for her mistake. She lifted one foot and lightly stomped it twice on the ground, the thin heel making a crisp "tap-tap" sound on the paving stones.

I glanced at the anxious girl and suddenly had a good idea to strike up a conversation and get to know her. I cleared my throat, leaned closer, and said, "Ms. Shao, right? Hello, we're neighbors, I've seen you before..." "You are..." The girl turned her head, looking at me with a puzzled yet wary expression.

"You live in the Swan City community, right?" I said with a smile, looking at her confidently and sincerely.

My public relations skills and professional instincts as a marketing director at a foreign company came into play at this moment.

"Oh...yes, I live there, and you are..." "Let's get acquainted, I'm Li Jun, Li as in 'Mu Zi Li,' Jun as in 'Jun Zi,' I live in Building C of Swan City." I extended my right hand to the girl.

"Hello, my name is Shao Yali, you really live in Building C? Which floor?" The girl's eyes widened in surprise, not expecting to run into her neighbor here. As she spoke, she extended her small hand and shook mine. It was more of a light handshake than a quick grip on my outstretched fingers. It was clear that the girl was still wary of a stranger.

"Building C, 16th floor, what about you?" "16th floor? No way? I'm on the 16th floor too, how come I've never seen you before?" This time, the girl wasn't just surprised; she was like she'd won the lottery, her eyes wide open and her mouth agape in surprise, forgetting to close it for a long time.

Actually, I was just as incredulous. I never imagined this stunning girl would live on the same floor as me—what a coincidence! But apart from that one time I saw her in the underground parking garage, I'd never seen her again. Nowadays, people live in concrete jungles, rarely interacting, so it's normal to not see each other for years.

The customer service girl at the 4S shop, watching us get closer and closer, pursed her lips. I don't know if she was disgusted by this handsome guy flirting with a beautiful woman, or contemptuous that the beautiful woman was so easily seduced, but she was definitely incredibly jealous.

"My car just came in for maintenance, it'll be done in a bit. Shall I drive you home afterwards?" "Um... sure, I was just worried about having to take a taxi home." The handsome neighbor's earnest inquiry left the girl with no reason to refuse. I felt a surge of secret joy; my pickup attempt was a success!

While waiting in the VIP lounge, Shao Yali and I chatted enthusiastically, practically covering everything.

She was just 20 years old, from Harbin, and became a model right after graduating high school, participating in various fashion shows and doing print work part-time. At a car show, she caught the eye of a boss, and after a barrage of flowers, jewelry, and designer brands, she became his mistress.

According to her, she never expected to become his wife; in fact, even if she did, she wouldn't be interested in that rich boss. Taking advantage of her youth, beauty, and assets, squeezing as much money as possible out of that fat pig over the next few years was better than working hard as a model. Once she's squeezed enough money out of me, she plans to find a good man to marry in a couple of years and open a shop back in her hometown.

The apartment in Swan City was bought for her by that boss; it's on the 16th floor of Building C, the same building as mine. She just moved in less than a month ago. Our building has six apartments per floor, with the elevator in the middle and three apartments on each side of the hallway. My apartment is 1606 at the very back, and hers is 1603 right next to the elevator.

Then I remembered seeing some workers in uniforms from a certain decoration company outside 1603 a while ago. Since I was at work during the day, I hadn't heard any construction noise. It turns out that was Shao Yali's apartment being renovated.

Perhaps because of this coincidence—me, her tall and handsome neighbor—and the fact that she had only recently arrived in Beijing and didn't have many close friends to chat with, Shao Yali quickly let her guard down and started talking non-stop.

Having such a beautiful woman telling me stories in front of me was naturally a delight, and Shao Yali's voice was lovely, completely lacking the harsh accent of typical Northeastern girls; it was sweet and alluring, more like the tone of a Taiwanese woman.

I briefly explained my situation, and then mostly listened to her talk. Girls these days are really open-minded; she was essentially being kept, yet she didn't seem ashamed at all. Talking about this so openly with a complete stranger she'd just met, she even seemed to feel a sense of pride and smugness.

Looking at Shao Yali's striking features, I suddenly remembered something and asked, "Are you mixed race? You're so beautiful, you really look a bit like a foreigner, especially your skin, it's so fair." It was half a compliment, half the truth.

"Hehehe...you guessed right." Shao Yali raised her eyebrows slightly, her smiling eyes revealing a smug and playful expression. "My great-grandmother was Belarusian, so I'm one-eighth Belarusian. My mom is even prettier than me, but unfortunately..." As she spoke, her eyes dimmed slightly.

"What's wrong? Your mother..." I had already guessed that her mother was probably no longer alive, so I asked tentatively.

"My mom... she's gone a long time ago, I was too young to remember. I only saw her in photos..." "Oh... I'm sorry, I didn't know. Don't be sad, your mother must be happy in heaven to have such a beautiful daughter like you... What about your father?" "It's okay, I'm used to living independently. My dad later found me a stepmother, and I've been living at school since high school. After I started working, and then I came to Beijing, I almost never went home. My dad and stepmother had a younger brother, and they can't take care of me either. I'm doing pretty well on my own now, I have no worries about food or clothing. Every day, besides going out for some nursing care and shopping, I just stay home watching movies and surfing the internet. It's just that I can't go out at night, sigh! I haven't been to a club in ages..." The girl sighed somewhat mournfully.

"Why can't you go out at night? There are so many nightclubs in Beijing! You can go clubbing, bar-hopping, karaoke—anything goes! Want to go out? I'll take you." "No way! My husband won't let me go out at night. He's busy with business during the day and has social engagements at night, but whenever he's free, he comes to see me. Sometimes he doesn't show up for a week, sometimes he comes for three or four days in a row, it's unpredictable. So I have to stay home at night. Besides, I guess that old lecher is afraid I'll go out at night and get hooked up with some pretty boy. Hehe…sigh…I can only put up with it because he's quite generous with money…" Shao Yali pouted, a look of helplessness and disgust on her face.

In less than two hours, I had almost completely figured out Shao Yali's situation. What secrets could a naive 20-year-old girl possibly keep from me, a seasoned veteran? While I was digging into the girl's inner secrets, I was also plotting how to get this fresh meat into bed.

My Q5 was serviced by noon. I drove Shao Yali back to our community, found a decent restaurant downstairs, got a private room, ordered a few dishes and two beers, and chatted as we ate. We were already as close as best friends.

I even dug out a bigger secret from her: Shao Yali's first time was with a boy in her class in her second year of high school. That boy looked a bit like me, which was a major reason why she felt so close to me when we chatted.

Without realizing it, we started calling each other "Lili" and "Brother Jun." At the dinner table, I fully utilized all my previous flirting techniques, occasionally throwing in a few dirty jokes, which made Shao Yali laugh heartily and her eyebrows dance with delight.

After dinner, I asked her for her phone number and QQ number. Shao Yali hesitated for a moment, then looked at me with a half-smile in her beautiful, alluring eyes, and said, "You...you're not trying to hit on me, are you? I'm already taken, and besides, don't you have a girlfriend too?" This girl is quite shrewd; she seems to have read my mind. But judging from her expression, it seems more like she'd rather be pursued by me. Looking at this 20-year-old model, her seductive charm that seemed out of place for her age, my penis started to stir. I thought to myself, "Little bitch, don't get too cocky. Sooner or later I'll strip you naked, pin you down on the bed, and fuck you until you cry for your parents..." While thinking this, I had to maintain a gentlemanly demeanor: "Look at what you're saying, teasing your brother Jun, huh? A beauty like you, like a fairy, how could I dare to make a move on you? Since we're neighbors, let's exchange phone numbers, it'll be convenient to contact each other if needed. Besides, don't you need to pick up your car in a few days? Don't you want to use me as your driver anymore?" "Then why do you need my QQ? Do you have time to chat with me? Aren't you afraid your wife will see?" Shao Yali still looked at me with a lustful expression, her alluring eyes revealing a hidden slut that made my heart itch.

"You don't even have a best friend in Beijing, right? I'll chat with you when I have time. I'm a little free during the day, but at night my wife and I are busy with our own things, she doesn't care about me. Besides, can you... have a nude chat with me?" I gave the girl a wicked smile, teasing her with my words.

"Pah! Get lost! Are you trying to get yourself killed? Nude chat? Dream on..." Shao Yali spat, her words tinged with anger, but her expression was still alluringly seductive. The girl took her phone out of her Chanel handbag and asked, "What's your number? I'll call you." 'You little slut, if there were a bed right now, you'd be lying down and spreading your legs... Don't worry, I'll do you after dinner!' I thought to myself, my penis getting even harder, throbbing uncomfortably.

We exchanged phone numbers and QQ accounts, and added each other on WeChat. Shao Yali and I got up and headed home.

On the way, I pondered how to get the girl into bed that afternoon… Soon we arrived at the elevator in Building C. Besides the two of us, there was a deliveryman inside. He pressed the button for the 18th floor. Shao Yali stood in front of me with her back to me. Her sweet perfume scent sent a tingling, pleasant sensation through me. Her 10-centimeter heels accentuated her slender figure beautifully. The back of her flesh-colored sheer dress revealed glimpses of her black bra strap.

Normally, wearing light-colored clothes would mean wearing a light-colored bra underneath to avoid any embarrassment. But Shao Yali, in her flesh-colored dress, insisted on wearing a black bra, showing that this girl was truly seductive at heart.

Standing behind her, I felt impatient; my crotch was bulging, almost touching Shao Yali's buttocks. I couldn't wait to lift her skirt, pull out my penis, and thrust it in from behind, fucking her hard.

I glared at the delivery guy, thinking, "You're such a busybody, ruining my good time..." "Lily, do you have plans this afternoon? Why don't you come over to my place?" As we exited the elevator, Shao Yali stood at the door of apartment 1603, taking her keys from her purse. I asked, feigning composure.

"Hmm... another day. I have a cleaning appointment this afternoon; they'll be there soon." Shao Yali glanced at her watch and said, "Thank you so much for today, Brother Jun, for bringing me back, chatting with me, and treating me to dinner. I'll treat you to dinner another day." Her voice was sweet and alluring, languid yet languid. She opened the door, making a move to go inside.

"Oh... okay then, do you have plans for tomorrow?" I was so annoyed; it seemed like today was hopeless.

But I wasn't in a rush; my girlfriend wouldn't be back for another 20 days, so I had plenty of time.

"Tomorrow... I'm not free either. I have a skin treatment appointment in the morning and a spa appointment in the afternoon..." "Oh... then we'll have to reschedule. Anyway, we're such close neighbors, there's plenty of time..." I suppressed my disappointment and said cryptically, trying to save face: "Remember to call me when your car is fixed..." I gestured as if I were making a phone call.

"Okay, I won't forget. Let's talk another day, bye..." Shao Yali leaned against the door, slightly twisting her body, waved, tilted her head, gave me a sweet smile, and closed the door.

I reluctantly returned home, leaned back on the sofa, and savored the girl's last meaningful smile... I called a few buddies in the afternoon and arranged to go out for drinks at the "Gogo" bar in Sanlitun that evening.

Having briefly regained my single freedom, I had a blast with my buddies. I drank almost a dozen Heinekens and more than half a bottle of Chivas, drinking until after 1 a.m.

On the way home, I felt nauseous in the taxi. The beer and liquor mixed together made my stomach churn, and I barely managed to hold it in. I was incredibly dizzy, feeling like I was walking on clouds, and I staggered onto the elevator. As soon as

the elevator doors opened, I staggered out, my stomach churning again. I leaned against the wall, trying to catch my breath, when suddenly, I heard a strange sound… “Hmm… Ahh… Hmm…” A soft, sweet, and whiny voice.

At first, I thought it was a little girl crying, or even more like a baby still nursing, whimpering in the middle of the night. The sound wasn't loud, but it was very clear in the quiet stairwell. My groggy brain seemed to snap awake.

Listening closely, something was wrong; the sound didn't sound like a child crying, it was too sweet. Although the voice sounded like a baby's, it was more like a little girl's coquettish moan.

Listening even more closely, there were a few crisp "slap, slap" sounds mixed in with the moans, like a hand slapping someone's bottom, each sound followed by a slightly higher pitch.

"Holy crap! Who the hell is that moaning? It's fucking beautiful!" Having gotten used to my girlfriend's proper moans, hearing this sweet, coquettish sound was like night and day.

I strained my ears, searching for the source of the sound. Room 1603 was just two steps ahead, the closest door to me. I tiptoed over, pressed my ear to the door, and sure enough, the moaning was coming from inside.

I never imagined that this little slut, Shao Yali, could even have such a beautiful moaning sound; she's truly a gem!

I glanced at both sides of the hallway, making sure all the doors were closed. It was 2 a.m., and the neighbors were all asleep. Reassured, I pressed my ear to the crack in the door, wanting to hear the conversation inside. While enjoying Shao Yali's sweet, seductive moans, I imagined a live sex show unfolding inside. My penis, awakened by the moans, stood erect.

"Hmm...baby...louder...slap...ah...mmm...sounds good...again...slap slap...ah...hmm..." Shao Yali's moans were mixed with a man's hoarse voice.

An image immediately flashed in my mind: Shao Yali kneeling on the bed, the man fucking her from behind, thrusting and slapping her buttocks. With each slap, the girl's cries of pain grew louder.

"Damn! SM! This rich fat pig likes this too? Yeah, this little slut's moans are so sweet, I'll do that to you someday, just hearing her moans makes me want to cum..." The alcohol combined with the sweet moans made me burning with lust, I really wanted to pull out my dick and masturbate right away.

"Hmm... ahh... um... baby... I'm coming... um... ahh... ah... umm... oh... oh..." The man seemed to have ejaculated, a few muffled groans from the man mixed in with the girl's tight, high-pitched moans, then the moans stopped abruptly.

I listened through the crack in the door for a long time, only able to hear a few intermittent sentences of conversation, I couldn't understand what they were saying at all. After a while, I heard the sound of slippers shuffling on the floor, followed by the sound of running water, presumably they were done and taking a shower.

I returned home dejectedly, lay down on the sofa with my eyes closed, my mind filled with Shao Yali's sweet, intoxicating moans. The effects of the alcohol had mostly worn off, but I was still burning with desire. I got up, took a shower, and masturbated under the showerhead to release my pent-up urges before finally falling asleep… The next day, I slept until almost noon, called my girlfriend, and naturally, we had a long, sweet conversation.

After hanging up, Shao Yali's image and that heavenly moaning kept replaying in my mind, and my penis became erect again.

"Damn! I can't masturbate anymore. That little slut wants to masturbate whenever she wants, this is unacceptable! I'd better save it for her, and shoot it all into her pussy one day…" Realizing I wouldn't have a chance to hook up with Shao Yali today, I quickly picked up my phone to call my buddies to go out and have some fun that night.

I thought that if I could pick up a girl after drinking, going to a hotel and getting some relief wouldn't be bad.

That night, a few of us went to the Maxclub bar. I drank while searching for "prey" around me.

After looking for a while, I found a few pretty girls, but they were all with someone. The single girls were all average, not really interesting. Two of the guys I was drinking with brought their girlfriends, but they weren't very open, so the atmosphere was a bit dull.

I took out my phone, opened WeChat, and wanted to shake my way to nearby people to see if I could find a girl worth going to a hotel with.

As soon as I opened WeChat, I saw a new message. It was too noisy in the bar, so I didn't hear the notification sound.

I tapped it and saw it was from Shao Yali, a voice message.

I quickly ran outside the bar, found a quiet corner, held the phone to my ear, and tapped the message button.

"Brother Jun, Brother Jun, are you there? What are you doing?" Shao Yali's sweet voice came through.

I checked the message time; it was 8:30 PM. It was almost 9:30 now. I thought, "Damn!

Looks like the little girl's free tonight. She doesn't have to serve that fat pig anymore and remembered me." I quickly pressed the chat button and replied, "I'm fine, just drinking outside. What's up? Missing your brother?" After sending the message, I lit a cigarette and waited for Shao Yali's reply. But I waited and waited, and still no word came. I finished the cigarette, but still no message. I really wanted to call her, but I held back.

You can't force things; I had to wait for this little slut to come to me. I went back to the bar and continued drinking with my buddies, but I kept my phone in my hand to avoid missing any more message notifications.

A long time passed, and suddenly my phone rang.

I checked the time; it was almost 10 PM. It was a message from Shao Yali. I got up and pressed the message button: "I was bored earlier and wanted to chat with you, but you didn't reply for ages. I only saw your reply after I finished showering. You keep drinking, I'm going to sleep, bye..." "Hey! You little brat, you're pretty good at keeping me in suspense. Fine, you little bitch, you win! I'll play along..." I was so angry I was practically spitting fire, muttering to myself. After thinking for a moment, I pressed the message button and said:

"Hey, what time is it for you to go to sleep? Let's chat for five bucks, I was just thinking of chatting with you too..." This time I got a reply quickly: "Tch... give me a break, you still think of me? You should go drink and pick up girls with your buddies." The Northeastern slang sounded quite pleasant coming from the girl's mouth. Shao Yali's tone seemed to carry a hint of jealousy and dissatisfaction.

"What girl am I even thinking about? I'm already got a gorgeous girl right next to me and she won't even let me try. My heart is ice-cold..." I used a line from a skit to tease the girl.

I guess Shao Yali was still figuring out how to phrase it, because this time her reply came after a while: "Which gorgeous girl are you trying to pick up? Want me to help you?" The little vixen finally couldn't hold back anymore. I suppressed my excitement and said, "Sure, I need your help. If you can really help me, I'll treat you to...something delicious..." I deliberately dragged out the "something delicious," emphasizing it. The little vixen would definitely understand what I meant. I imagined in my mind: "At this moment, Shao Yali's pussy must be itching and tingling, maybe even already wet..." "Hehehe... um... so what are you planning to... treat me to?" The girl's voice was already a little cloyingly sweet, as if she was coaxing me. Looks like tonight's going to be interesting, I have to strike while

the iron is hot. "I'll give you whatever you like to eat, tell me, do you want meat or chicken..." My words were already quite explicit, there was no need to pretend to be a gentleman with this lustful little slut, my cock was getting hard to hold back.

"Hehehe... I love both... but aren't you afraid I have a big appetite? I can eat a lot..." Another burst of charming, wanton laughter. Damn it, I can't wait any longer, I have to get back immediately and fuck this little bitch to death!

"Are you... home alone tonight?" I asked tentatively, hoping for a positive answer.

"Hmm...yeah, if I wasn't home alone, would I have come to you?" "I mean...were you alone again late at night?" I had to confirm; I couldn't risk getting into trouble while trying to pick up girls.

"Hehehe...hmm...what do you think..." Damn! That was pure flirting; this little vixen really knows how to seduce people. Even if she said she wasn't home alone, I'd still rush over.

"Then wait for me, I'm on my way, it'll only take half an hour by taxi..." I couldn't even wait for Shao Yali's reply. I turned around, went inside, said goodbye to my buddies, and left early amidst their angry shouts. I rushed out of the bar, hailed a taxi, and headed home.

In the car, I saw another reply from Shao Yali: "I'm so sleepy...I'm going to sleep...ha...ah..." The last sound was a yawn, but I knew it was fake. This girl's playing hard to get with me, feigning indifference. Don't rush, let you

enjoy yourself for another half hour, hehe... The traffic in Beijing at 10 pm is still pretty good, it didn't even take half an hour, I got home in 20 minutes. Standing in the elevator, I could smell the smoke and sweat on myself.

Thinking about how a pampered girl like Shao Yali must care a lot about a man's personal hygiene, I couldn't let myself down on my first time with her. I checked my watch, it was just 10:30, there was still time, I'd go home first to take a shower and change clothes.

I went home and took a shower as fast as I could. While I was drying my hair, my phone on the table rang again.

"Ugh... I'm so sleepy... I'm going to sleep..." It seems the little slut can't wait, she's urging me to hurry up.

"I'm home, I just took a shower, I'm getting dressed, or... why don't you come over here..." I still didn't feel safe at Shao Yali's house, what if that fat pig came over again later?

"I'm not going... I just love my big bed at home... it's so comfortable..." Damn it, she's using the big bed to seduce me.

"I'm coming right now..." After sending the message, I didn't even put on my underwear, just threw on a pair of shorts, and was about to leave shirtless. My muscles are still quite defined, especially my pecs and abs, clearly angular, the little bitch will definitely like that.

"Beep beep beep," my phone rang again: "The door isn't locked... just come in... I'm not dressed... I'm in bed..." Damn! What's going on? This little slut is too slutty, isn't she? Doesn't she have any basic female modesty? This is clearly telling me that we can get straight to the point. Good, saves me time from flirting.

I locked the door, and besides my shorts, flip-flops, and my phone, all I had on me.

I tiptoed to the door of 1603, took a deep breath, and gently turned the doorknob.

Sure enough, the door wasn't locked, the security door opened silently. I suppressed my racing heart, turned around, closed the door, and went into Shao Yali's room.

As soon as I entered the house, a blast of cold air hit me; the air conditioning was clearly set very low, and I couldn't help but shiver. I thought to myself, "Being kept by a rich guy is great, huh? No worries about the electricity bill, living in a huge house all by herself, and the air conditioning is so low. No wonder she said she was in bed earlier; she really is using the air conditioning and a quilt..." The layout of Shao Yali's apartment was completely different from mine. The entryway wasn't large, just a long, narrow corridor, but it opened up into a spacious area.

As I walked in, I looked around at the room's layout. It seemed to be a three-bedroom apartment, about the same size as mine. The floors were covered in beige marble mosaics. In the center of the living room was a large European-style fabric sofa and a chaise lounge, almost directly opposite the entryway.

Behind the sofa were what appeared to be floor-to-ceiling windows, completely covered by off-white velvet curtains. Several open doors lined both sides of the living room. The bathroom and kitchen were on the right side, closer to the corridor; the guest bedroom was on the left, further out, and the master bedroom was at the far end, near the window.

The entire room was decorated in a European style, with classic European furniture, creating a magnificent atmosphere. A crystal chandelier hung in the center of the living room ceiling, its sparkling light casting a warm yet ambiguous glow over the room.

I thought to myself, "This rich guy really went all out! Just the decoration and furniture alone must have cost at least three or four hundred thousand. Add the house, the car, and all those designer brands, and it's probably an investment of seven or eight million. No wonder Shao Yali was willing to submit to him. If I were a woman, I'd probably be tempted too." Thinking this, I walked to the master bedroom door at the far end.

The door was open, and the light inside seemed even brighter than in the living room. I could hear the sounds of a TV drama playing.

Looking through the doorway, I could only see the corner of a large bed. A white quilt with pink flowers draped over the edge of the pale pink sheets; presumably, Shao Yali was lying under it. I suppressed my pounding heart and peeked inside through the doorway.

A huge European-style double bed took up most of the spacious master bedroom. A Korean drama was playing on the television on the wall opposite the bed. To the left of the bed was the door to the master bathroom, and to the right was a floor-to-ceiling window, also with heavy curtains drawn. After quickly scanning the room, my gaze finally settled on the bed.

A large, soft pillow rested on the inner side of the wide, ornately carved European-style headboard. Shao Yali had a towel wrapped around her head, her head completely buried in the pillow, half-leaning against the headboard. A thin blanket almost completely covered her body, revealing only a section of her shoulder and a slender arm holding a remote control. It seemed she was completely naked under the blanket.

Seeing me only peeking in through the doorway, Shao Yali's beautiful, dreamy eyes shimmered with a half-smile as she tilted her head, observing me without speaking, seemingly waiting for me to speak first. But her alluring gaze betrayed her seductive nature.

The girl, fresh from her bath, had a rosy complexion, and her delicate shoulders and arms, exposed beneath the blanket, were so tender they seemed to drip with moisture. That mere glimpse of exposed skin was enough to leave me speechless. Pink sheets, a pink floral blanket, and soft, pink skin—it was an ambiguous and dreamlike scene in her boudoir. Like a peach-colored spiderweb, with a seductive, alluring spider in the center, coyly hiding its face, it exuded an irresistible temptation, waiting for the moths to be drawn in… I stood frozen at the doorway, momentarily speechless, while my penis, unknowingly, began to rise in my shorts, forming a tent.

Shao Yali scanned me, clearly captivated by the well-defined muscles beneath my refined exterior. Her gaze finally settled on the tent in my pants, and she chuckled, tossing the remote aside and pulling her arm back under the blanket. "Have you seen enough? Is there a monster hiding in the house?" she asked. "There's...a little...little devil..." Damn, even I, a seasoned veteran, was being teased by a 20-year-old girl.

"Hehehe...Really? Where's the devil? Are you too scared to come in?" Shao Yali giggled, her body trembling under the blanket. 'This

little slut is really sexy. What am I waiting for? Let's go!' I thought fiercely, saying,

"I'll catch the devil right now!" I walked around the large bed to the side where Shao Yali was lying and yanked off the blanket.

"Ah..." Shao Yali gasped, perhaps a girl's instinctive shame, but it sounded more like an act.

She covered her breasts with one hand and her mons pubis with the other, curling up and leaning inward, revealing her smooth back and round buttocks to me.

Completely naked! The little slut hadn't lied to me. Looking at Shao Yali's curled-up body, I couldn't help but sigh: So white! And truly pink all over, this mixed-race girl is different. Her snow-white skin, as soft as a baby's, was rosy and seemed almost fragile. Against the backdrop of the pale pink sheets, her white-pink body appeared even more delicate and alluring.

Even more remarkable was that there wasn't a single hair on her curled-up thighs. Her entire body reflected a silky sheen under the light. This smooth, snow-white skin was something even most Caucasians might not possess; it was truly a rare gem.

I kicked off my flip-flops, jumped onto the bed, and lay on my side in the spot where Shao Yali had been lying, my body pressed against the girl's back. The sheets beneath me still held the warmth of the girl's body, emitting a faint, delicate fragrance.

I placed one hand under Shao Yali's head, around her shoulder, and the other hand gently caressed her slender waist. I've been with quite a few women, but whether married or unmarried, old or young, I've never encountered such delicate, silky, and translucent skin. My hands trembled slightly, almost afraid to use force as I gently stroked the girl's warm, snow-white skin.

"Little vixen... how can your skin be so beautiful... so tender and smooth... I'm afraid I'll break it..." I said, lowering my head to kiss Shao Yali's fragrant shoulder. The delicate, soft touch, carrying a sweet fragrance, was as refreshing as orchids. I took a deep sniff, utterly intoxicated: "Mmm...smells so good..." I stuck out my tongue, licking the girl's shoulders and back.

"Mmm...itchy...giggle..." Shao Yali's waist and shoulders tingled with pleasure from my caresses and licks. She giggled and twisted her body slightly, trying to escape my caresses. My

raging cock, already erect in my shorts, pressed tightly against Shao Yali's buttocks through the fabric. With the girl's movements, it was rubbed and squeezed back and forth, sending waves of tingling and chafing through my glans.

Shao Yali must have felt the hard object pressing against her lower body. Her legs, which had been tightly curled together, deliberately parted slightly. Her buttocks arched back, and the twisting motion intensified. Her seductive buttocks seemed to be deliberately chasing after the hard penis, rubbing and teasing it.

"Where does it itch...is it here...?" I asked, nudging Shao Yali's buttocks with my penis.

My hand, which had been resting on her waist, had already moved down her abdomen to the lower edge of her breasts. Her breasts were being squeezed by her own arms, with only a small portion of the flattened flesh visible beneath them. My fingers slid between the two mounds of flesh.

"Mmm...you big pervert...you're so bad...ah..." Her sweet, coquettish voice stimulated my brain, and I couldn't resist. I thrust my penis hard against Shao Yali's buttocks, causing her to let out a soft cry. Her curled-up head jerked back, and she turned towards me.

My left arm was still pinned under Shao Yali. The girl suddenly rolled over, her back slamming into my chest, almost knocking me off the bed.

After turning around, Shao Yali rolled over again and landed on top of me. Her hands, which had previously covered her private parts, pressed against my chest, kneading my firm pectoral muscles. She shifted her hips up and down, pressing my erect penis against my lower abdomen, close to my stomach. A warm, soft body was completely on top of me.

I instinctively wrapped my hands around her rounded buttocks, kneading the silky flesh with my palms, my fingers grasping and squeezing. The incredibly elastic flesh changed shape between my fingers like dough, feeling wonderful to the touch.

Shao Yali's pretty face was flushed with desire, her eyes gleaming with longing. Her mouth was slightly open, her breath coming out in a slightly rapid gulp.

We locked eyes for a few seconds, then almost simultaneously leaned in to kiss. The moment our lips touched, they were instantly drawn together like magnets. Our heads swayed from side to side, changing angles, but our lips never parted.

Being a kept woman, she only sold her body, devoid of genuine affection, and hadn't experienced a truly passionate kiss in a long time. She

hadn't kissed the boy she liked in ages. Now, having caught a handsome guy like me, Shao Yali was like a hungry puppy receiving a fragrant bone, greedily and almost frantically biting my lips, sucking and licking. Her

smooth, soft tongue moved in and out of my mouth, intertwining with mine, and copious amounts of saliva flowed into my mouth, trickling down the corners of my mouth. The girl's delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly, her eyes tightly closed, and soft moans of ecstasy emanated from her nose. Her warm breath, carrying the unique scent of a woman in heat, sprayed onto my face, tickling and pleasantly comfortable.

My hands had already explored every part of Shao Yali's body that I could touch, from her fragrant shoulders and jade-like back to her slender waist and full hips; every part was delicate, soft, and smooth to the touch. My raging penis was pressed tightly against my stomach by the girl, swelling unbearably and painfully with each twist of her body.

I hugged Shao Yali tightly, twisted and rolled over, pinning her beneath me. My left arm supported her head, and my right hand grabbed her left breast. While continuing to kiss her passionately, I kneaded her soft breast forcefully.

For a girl who was 1.7 meters tall, Shao Yali's breasts weren't particularly large, but they were still a C-cup, and definitely all-natural.

Soft and elastic breasts, perfectly fitting in my hand. The flesh, softer than dough, resembled a marshmallow, seemingly about to melt under my kneading and pinching. My grip softened unconsciously, as if a little pressure would squeeze water from the tender flesh. In my palm, I could feel a small nipple gradually hardening. The cool air from the air conditioner gave the soft skin of her breasts a slight chill, and the nipple felt cool, stimulating my burning palm.

"Mmm…mmm…" Shao Yali wrapped her arms tightly around my neck, her eyes still closed, enjoying the wonderful sensation of the passionate kiss. The girl's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and soft, pleasurable moans filled the air. The breath from her nostrils grew hotter, the sweet scent like morphine rushing to my brain.

Unconsciously, Shao Yali's legs had risen, rubbing against my groin. The girl first rubbed her feet against my thighs and calves, the cool soles of her feet tickling my hairy legs. Soon, her thighs wrapped around my waist, her calves climbed onto my buttocks, and her feet pressed down on them.

My throbbing penis remained pressed against my stomach. Through my shorts, the base of my shaft pressed against Shao Yali's upturned mons pubis, my testicles being squeezed by her vulva, sending waves of ache through me.

Shao Yali, already aroused, tried to relieve the itching by pressing on my buttocks, but it was to no avail; it only made her feel worse.

Soon, the girl's pressing motion turned into a kicking motion. She kicked my hips a few times with her arched feet, then switched to kicking my buttocks with her heels, kicking wildly until the elastic waistband of her baggy shorts had slipped down to her buttocks.

Shao Yali's actions revealed her burning desire and impatience. Although I also wanted to immediately take off my shorts and fuck this little bitch's cunt hard with my cock, the thought of the little slut's earlier teasing filled me with a vengeful pleasure: Little slut, the more impatient you are, the less I'll give you! Hehe, today, if I don't make you feel like you're in heaven, I'll take your surname!

Thinking this, I secretly pushed my hips down, pressing my crotch tightly against Shao Yali's mons pubis. No matter how hard the girl kicked, the shorts that had slipped down to her buttocks wouldn't come down any further.

Shao Yali's feet were pressed against my buttocks, groping for the cuffs of my shorts, trying to slip them inside. But no matter how much I twisted and turned, she couldn't get them in. The more she tried, the less effort she had, and the more unbearable the itching, emptiness in her wetness became. Her clitoris was pressed firmly against the base of my penis, and the rough fabric of the shorts rubbed against it, sending waves of tingling

and itching through her. Her already weak body grew even more powerless. The girl seemed almost to be crying, her brows furrowed, and the short, muffled moans from her nose gradually turned into long, undulating, tearful "hmm...hmm...hmm...hmm..." sounds.

Her breaths became faster and heavier, and the tongue that had entered my mouth was no longer a soft, lingering touch, but rather a rapid, thrusting motion between my teeth, as if telling me: I can't take it anymore! "Fuck my cunt with your cock like this..." The familiar sounds of last night echoed in my ears, a plaintive, pleading pleas for pleasure. No matter how hard-hearted you are, you'll be slowly melted by such sensual, soul-crushing sounds. Even knowing it's a deadly poison, you'd drink it down without hesitation.

The long, passionate kiss left me feeling dizzy, as if from lack of oxygen. My already throbbing cock, the glans rubbed raw and painful by the shorts, could no longer bear it.

I leaped up, kneeling between Shao Yali's legs, and ripped the

shorts down, piling them on my knees. My raging cock, constricted by the elastic of the shorts, bounced twice, finally freed from their confinement, released from the pressure of her belly. The thick, veiny shaft bulged, radiating heat in the cool air. The enormous glans, gleaming a purplish-red under the light, was menacing and incredibly powerful.

Shao Yali had already opened her eyes, her hazy gaze greedily sweeping over my body. My sharply defined muscles clearly captivated her, but what fascinated her most was, of course, the large penis between her legs. The thick, masculine shaft throbbed and pulsed, its already slightly upward curve now standing erect.

Shao Yali was somewhat mesmerized, her eyes sparkling with an indescribable fascination, like a child about to receive a long-desired toy. Her mouth was slightly open, her tongue darting out from between her teeth, lightly licking her upper lip. Her rapid breathing from the passionate kiss hadn't yet subsided, her chest heaving, her hands cupping her breasts, squeezing them together, slowly kneading them. Her

already full breasts were pushed together, creating a deep cleavage. Her fully erect nipples, incredibly pink, were pinched and kneaded between her thumb and forefinger, playfully peeking out only halfway between her fingers.

The pink, alluring body beneath me, her captivating eyes, her seductive movements and expressions—all of it made my blood boil. This little slut's sex appeal was top-notch; no wonder that rich man was willing to spend so much to keep her. Such a gem wasn't something you could just find anywhere; it was worth any price.

But what attracted me even more than all this was Shao Yali's vulva. The girl's legs were spread wide apart, knees pointing upwards, feet planted on the bed, her plump vulva completely exposed. From the mons pubis to the labia, there wasn't a single pubic hair to be seen. At first glance, seeing such a smooth vulva, I thought I'd encountered a "white tiger" (a woman with no pubic hair).

But upon closer inspection, I could vaguely see a patch of pores on the mons pubis. Clearly, Shao Yali had carefully groomed her pubic hair, though I didn't know if she used a razor or hair removal cream, or if she liked it this way, or if the rich man had made her do it this way, but it suited my taste perfectly.

My girlfriend has very thick pubic hair, and I really wanted her to shave it clean, so I've had her use hair removal cream. But she always finds it troublesome and is too lazy to do it most of the time, so we end up with a "shaved head" during sex, and I've gradually gotten used to it. This almost perfect, stunning young model in bed today even satisfied my needs in this detail; it's truly rare.

I suppressed my burning desire and decided to first carefully admire and play with this beautiful vulva.

I bent over and pulled off my baggy shorts that were bunched up on my knees. Grabbing Shao Yali's thighs with both hands, I pushed upwards, lifting her long, beautiful legs and spreading them apart. Her rounded buttocks were upturned, revealing her pink, delicate vulva completely before my eyes.

"Beautiful...so beautiful..." I exclaimed sincerely, my eyes greedily fixed on Shao Yali's vulva.

"Hmm..." Shao Yali let out a sweet moan. After all, she was a 20-year-old girl. Although she was inherently quite wanton, she still felt a little shy when exposing her most private parts to a man without any concealment.

However, that moan was less a woman's instinctive shame and more the satisfaction of her pride after receiving a man's praise; it was more like a coquettish plea for penetration.

The smooth, tender vulva before me was as beautiful as a painting; to be precise, even the most beautiful brush could not capture such a wonderful picture. Two plump labia majora protruded noticeably, a deep pink slightly darker than the surrounding area. A layer of fine skin granules was evenly distributed across them, contrasting with the smooth, silky skin of her inner thighs. The cleft between the labia majora remained tightly closed, like a virgin's vulva, revealing only the slightly curled, thin edges of the two rosy, pink labia minora.

Under the light, glistening droplets of moisture glistened around the cleft, clearly indicating that the vulva was overflowing with lustful fluids, smeared everywhere by the recent squeezing and rubbing.

The anus below the labia was also pink, almost entirely devoid of brown. The delicate petals formed a refined little chrysanthemum, alluring and seductive.

At the tip of the labia, a small, round, fleshy penis protruded from the smooth, hairless groin. The foreskin at the tip of the penis had been rolled back, forming two extremely fine folds. Beneath these folds, a small, pearl-like, lustrous clitoris peeked out. Glistening, glistening vaginal fluid clung to her vulva, making the already delicate pink pearls appear even more luscious and lifelike, as if they might melt at any moment.

I wondered what kind of paint could create such a tender, vibrant color. In comparison, the pink sheets and blankets paled in comparison. Even the girl's flawless, snow-white skin became a mere backdrop, highlighting this rare and exquisite vulva.

Such a beautiful vulva didn't seem meant for penetration or fucking; that would be a desecration. It was more like a rare treasure, meant to be admired, played with, and cherished… “Is it beautiful…” I don't know how long I stared there, mesmerized, when Shao Yali's sweet voice broke my reverie.

The girl's hands had moved from her breasts and were now caressing the back of my hands that were holding her legs. Her raised legs moved closer to my lowered head, her toes pointed, her big toes gently scraping against my hair.

I tilted my head slightly to look at the girl, probably with a foolish, infatuated expression. Shao Yali giggled sweetly, then her two white, tender feet slid from her hair to my face, her ten delicate toes curling and rubbing against my skin.

The little slut's seductive actions instantly ignited the lust in my chest. I, a seasoned veteran of the game, a seasoned womanizer, was being teased like this by a 20-year-old girl—it was outrageous!

I had originally planned to let the little slut lick the plate, or give her a fingerjob before officially fucking her, but now, teased and aroused, I could no longer restrain myself: "Damn it, let you little slut know how powerful I am," I thought fiercely, grabbing Shao Yali's ankles with both hands and forcefully spreading them apart... Shao Yali let out a soft "Ah..." knowing that she was about to be fucked hard by a man. The long-awaited, large penis was about to pierce her empty, wet vagina. Her itchy, unbearable passage was about to be filled, and her astonished gaze instantly transformed into a seductive expression.

I shifted my knees forward, squeezing the head of my penis into her slit. I slid it up and down a few times, finding the entrance, lifting my buttocks, adjusting my position, gathering almost all my strength in my hips, taking a deep breath, preparing to thrust in without mercy… Just then, “Ding-dong… ding-dong…” came the doorbell…

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