【An Ordinary Me, An Extraordinary Experience】(The Game of Love) (4)

(IV)

I was admitted to a private university in Beijing, located in District H.

From junior high to high school, every relationship I had was unsuccessful, only resulting in heartbreak. University studies were

easy, with plenty of free time every day. Many people pursued girls, but I didn't want to; I was afraid, afraid of

being hurt again.

I closed myself off and started reading Buddhist scriptures. The Heart Sutra was my favorite,

although it was difficult to understand (I can still recite it). But once I understood it, I let go of everything and became

the most ordinary person I was.

For the first time, I didn't have the urge to pursue beautiful women. I think I could control myself,

which made me seem very different to others; no girls wanted to approach me.

Some of my roommates liked playing cards, some liked surfing the internet, while I preferred going to bars. Every time, I'd have

a bottle beer and a plate of cashews, and I could drink for over an hour, listening to music and daydreaming—that was my enjoyment, at least that's how I felt

.

One day in June, my roommate, the fourth one, came to me mysteriously. He took me to a secluded spot and asked

, "Hey, we found a prostitute, a really hot one. Want to come along?"

Without thinking, I said, "Forget it, you guys have fun. I'll make room for you."

That day, I spent a long time in a bar and drank a lot. I... I'm blue.

I was in a bad , very depressed, not because of my roommates hiring a prostitute.

I was drunk, really drunk. It was the first time I'd ever been drunk, and I didn't remember anything.

When I woke up, I found myself not in my dorm, but in a place I'd never been before, like

a hotel .

Then the door opened, and a woman walked in, carrying breakfast. I started to understand. I pulled back the covers, revealing

myself naked, and I understood completely.

The woman put the breakfast on the table, smiled at me, and said, "Hungry? Have some breakfast. You

were drunk last night, so I brought you here."

This woman was very beautiful, more beautiful than any woman I'd ever been with before.

I was indeed hungry, so while eating breakfast, I asked her directly, "Why did you choose me?"

I guessed she was either a wealthy widow or a kept mistress. She looked at me and said, "Are you

a student?"

"That's all?" I said.

She said, "Yes."

Heh, I gave a bitter laugh. I never thought I'd become a gigolo instead of a prostitute.

"Ring..." The phone rang, and the woman answered, "Honey... yeah, so boring! You never

come to keep me company... I miss you so much."

Her coquettish tone gave me goosebumps. I started getting dressed, and by the time I finished, she had finished her call.

She looked at me, her eyes seeming to see right through me. "Don't you want to know who called me?"

I said, "Yes, but I can guess."

She said, "Who?"

"The one who's keeping you," I said.

I walked towards the door, and she went to the table and wrote something. I opened the door, and she came in holding a

note.

She kissed me, handed me a note, and said, "My phone number and address are on this; you can

come find me."

I took the note without saying anything. She didn't take me back to school. I hailed a taxi; the driver was

smoking , so I took one too, and burned the note while

I was at it. Back at school, I went straight to my dorm and skipped class that day. A week passed, and I

thought everything was over. I didn't go back to that bar.

But one afternoon the following week, I returned from Q University (my associate degree was taught there, and I

received my diploma from Q University upon graduation). A white BMW was parked at the school gate, and a woman got out—it was

her.

I looked at her, said nothing, and got into the car. I don't know why I got in; maybe it was a physical

need, maybe the thrill of an affair? Maybe she was just too beautiful.

"My name is Ling, and as you guessed, I'm a kept woman," she introduced

herself .

After driving for over an hour, we arrived at a residential area. I followed her into the elevator to an apartment.

She opened the door, and I followed her in. It was a very luxurious home,

evident .

After closing the door, we started undressing and kissing. I used my mouth to remove her clothes piece

by , and then we went to the bathroom. I carefully washed her, afraid she wasn't clean enough.

She closed her eyes, enjoying it. "You little slut, do you think I'm being gentle with you?" I caressed her body, my right hand

reaching between her legs and inserting a finger.

There were many folds inside; it might be a rare find. I kissed her deep red nipples, my finger constantly moving and teasing

. Although she was soaking wet, I could still feel the abundant fluid flowing from her vagina.

She was very docile, letting me dry her. I dried her off and tossed her onto the bed. I pounced on her, with an unprecedented abandon

and madness. We kissed deeply, our tongues intertwining until the roots of our tongues ached.

I kissed and bit her breasts, not very hard, but she still cried out in pain, pushing my

head away forcefully. Ignoring her, I continued downwards. Her abdomen was smooth, without a trace of flesh, so I couldn't bite into it and had

to give up.

I didn't go straight for her genitals but instead moved to one of her legs. Her legs were long, and this time I didn't bite, because I

like beautiful legs. I carefully kissed every inch of her leg skin, kissing all the way to her ankle.

Only then did I really look at her feet. They were very beautiful feet, and I grabbed her other foot and

put it together. Beautiful feet, absolutely.

The feet were slender, the toes were neat, the nails were painted pink, and the soles were smooth and soft. I guess the

rich man who kept her must also like beautiful feet? I kissed her deeply, kissing the sole of her foot.

Her reaction was strong; she laughed loudly, almost laughing until tears streamed down her face. I ignored her and licked

her feet with my tongue, sucking on each toe until her feet were covered in my saliva.

I spread her legs wide apart; she was very flexible, and even when I almost stretched her legs into a split, she

didn't cry out in pain.

I lowered my head; her labia minora were a slightly darker color. Because her legs were spread wide, her labia minora were separated,

revealing a pinkish hue inside.

I licked her clitoris with my tongue, and she began to react. As I licked faster, her moans

grew deeper and louder. Soon, my tongue got tired, so I switched to my hands. I inserted my right index and middle fingers into her

vagina, probing, while my thumbs rubbed her clitoris up and down.

She wasn't just moaning; she was practically screaming. Finally, she couldn't hold back any longer. She sat up and pushed me onto the bed,

taking my glans into her mouth and moving her head up and down, licking the urethral opening with her tongue.

I lay on the bed, hands behind my head, relaxing my body and following her movements. I could now hold my breath for a

long time without ejaculating, so this stimulation was nothing to me.

She sucked for over five minutes, then, probably tired, spat out my penis and looked up at me. I

understood , rolled over, pinned her beneath me, and got to the point. I grasped my penis, found the vaginal opening, and thrust it in all at once.

She leaned back, then let out a loud groan. The groan was loud, but not feigned; she

seemed very aroused.

As I fucked her, I cursed, "Damn it, you little slut, so wanton."

Hearing me say that, she suddenly fell silent, looked at me, but after a while closed her eyes and started

groaning again.

After a while, my arms started to ache, so I flipped her over and made her kneel before me, penetrating her from behind.

I held her waist and started experimenting with the sexual techniques I knew. After about 30 minutes, I shuddered and ejaculated

.

I lay down beside her, and she got up and went into the bathroom. I thought she was going to clean up, but after a while,

she came out and pulled me into the bathroom; she had run a bath.

I sat in the bathtub, holding her, applying shampoo and gently washing her hair. She asked me, "Do you

see me as a promiscuous woman?"

I didn't have any good feelings towards her, so I said, "Aren't you?"

She was silent. "Maybe, otherwise I wouldn't be a mistress, but I have no choice. My family is in the countryside,

very poor, with many younger siblings, and I have to support their education."

"A year ago, I was a college student just like you."

I asked, "How did you find me again?"

"I saw your student ID, and I knew you might not come back to me."

We soaked in the bathtub for over an hour. I thought to myself that it was nice to be able to come here to bathe every day, just

to bathe.

As I got dressed to leave, she took some money out of her bag and handed it to me. The little bit of

goodwill I had just developed towards her vanished instantly.

I said contemptuously, "Don't think you're so rich. A BMW and an apartment are nothing

to me . I could afford five or six women like you! Humph!"

After saying that, I left. I usually wear a shirt and dress pants; do I look like a pauper? I

believe having money isn't a sin, but don't flaunt your wealth. Be humble; some things money can't buy.

I was furious at the time, went to a bar, and drank a bottle of beer for over an hour.

For a long time afterward, I was depressed and started reading Buddhist scriptures again.

Sometimes when you're in a bad mood, you're more likely to get sick. I got sick, initially not paying much attention, just a fever, but the high fever

persisted for several days. My roommates were terrified; it was over 39 degrees Celsius! They took me to the hospital.

For the next four days, I still had a high fever, and my roommates took turns visiting me. On the fifth day, I woke up, feeling completely

weak . This illness almost killed me.

But… but then I felt my life regain its color because I met someone,

a nurse.

I woke up at night, still a little groggy, and soon fell asleep again. The next

morning, when I woke up again, the nurse had come to bring my medicine.

She was pushing a small cart, distributing medicine to each patient. She was wearing a mask, so I didn't pay much attention. But when

she came to my bedside, she took off her mask, which made me look at her. She

looked familiar. Who was she?

"Ah..." I exclaimed, startling

everyone in the room.

She... she had grown up, but I still recognized her. It was Xia!

My first reaction was that I was dreaming. The person I had thought about so many nights before falling asleep was now

standing front of me. Was this possible?

She smiled and said, "What? Don't you recognize me?"

I was stunned, truly stunned. I stared at her for a full five minutes without saying a word. I couldn't believe it was real.

I said, "Xia... Xia?"

She made a face at me and said, "Yes... your master. Um... take your medicine..."

She handed me the medicine and pushed the cart out of the ward. All I could think about now was that I couldn't let her leave me again.

I pulled out the IV and stumbled out.

I saw Xia in the nurses' station. She had grown taller, still had long hair, and was even more beautiful than before. She

was truly gorgeous.

I rushed to her, knelt down, and took her hand, saying, "Xia, don't leave me again. I

've never forgotten you these past few years, really! I swear!"

My actions startled the other nurses, but since they recognized Xia, no one bothered me.

Xia said, "I have a boyfriend now, they all know." She pointed to the other nurses.

"I don't care, I've already missed my chance once. Since God has allowed me to meet you again, I can't miss it

again ."

Xia bit her lower lip, and I saw tears welling up in her eyes. After a while, she said, "You can pursue

me, but now you have to go back to your ward. You're a patient now."

(To be continued)

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