[That's how the boy was won over]

19-year-old Wen is a tall, slender college girl, standing at 1.7 meters tall. She has beautiful

hair , a lovely figure that she's proud of, and exudes the charm of a typical college girl.
Ming is a handsome 20-year-old boy, 1.72 meters tall. He has many

admirers , including several beautiful girls. However, the talented Ming is quite arrogant, as

he has high standards for the girls he likes. Moreover, he received a traditional education from childhood, maintaining

a certain distance from girls for the past 20 years, let alone hugging or kissing them. His roommates tease him as a "proud virgin."
Many beautiful girls come to Ming's dorm under the pretext of asking questions, and Wen is considered quite outstanding among them

. Ming treats all girls politely.
This Sunday, all the boys in Ming's dorm have gone out to play, leaving Ming alone in his dorm reading.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Ming opened it, and Wen stood there in a pristine white long dress,

holding a book. Ming politely invited her in. Wen closed the door and walked over, immediately filling the dormitory with

the sweet fragrance of a young girl.
Ming sat on the edge of the bed and let Wen sit on a stool. Ming asked, "What's wrong today?"
"I have a small question I'd like to ask you," Wen replied in her delicate voice.

Like was among the best in the school, possessing a uniquely feminine charm.
Wen stood up, her high breasts, slender waist, and graceful figure moving slowly to Ming's side.

She bent down, a youthful fragrance filling Ming's nostrils. Wen opened a book, her delicate fingers tracing the pages,

her voice soft and sweet: "There's a question I don't understand here." Ming took the book. Wen leaned closer,

her alluring eyes fixed on Ming's face. Ming looked up at Wen, seemingly sensing something, his face flushing red. He quickly

moved away, distancing himself from her. Wen moved closer again, and Ming moved away again, until they reached the bedside. Ming

seemed to sense something was amiss and quickly said, "Let's solve this tomorrow!"
Wen said, "No, it has to be solved today." Saying this, she moved even closer to Ming, her high breasts

only centimeters away, the fragrance of her virgin youth enveloping him. Ming blushed and said, "Wen, I won't like you.

You're not the girl of my dreams!" Wen stared at Ming with her beautiful eyes, raised her eyebrows, and said

resolutely in , "Is that so? But you are the boy of my dreams, and today I'm going to conquer you, you proud

virgin!"
With that, she placed a pair of slender hands on Ming's shoulders. Ming shuddered, forcefully pushed Wen's hands away,

stood up, and said sharply, "Get out!" "
Is that so?" Wen suddenly attacked, hooking her legs and pushing Ming backward onto the bed. She then pounced

on him, her high, soft breasts pressing against his chest. Wen quickly pressed Ming's hands above his head,

straightening them , while simultaneously spreading her legs and tightly clamping his buttocks from both sides.
Ming was no weak man, but Wen had been a champion swimmer at school, with a beautiful figure, quick hands and feet, strong legs and

arms , and had also received training in women's self-defense. In this sudden attack,

she subdued Ming's body in just a few seconds.
Ming was horrified and shouted, "What are you doing?" Wen stared at Ming with her charming eyes, her sexy,

red lips exuding a youthful fragrance. "Didn't I tell you? I'm going to conquer you, you proud virgin, make you

beg for mercy and call me 'dear sister,' 'good sister,' and make you follow me wholeheartedly!"
This was clearly an insult. For a 20-year-old boy to call a 19-year-old girl "sister" was

the greatest insult a woman could inflict on a man. Ming was both ashamed and angry, but his hands and legs were restrained by Wen, and he couldn't exert any strength. He could only blush and

kick his legs wildly, thrusting his body forcefully. Ming tried to pull Wen off, but Wen firmly controlled the initiative.

Each time Ming thrust forward, Wen not only didn't fall, but instead tightened her legs around him, using his

strength to further control his body. She sneered, "Thrust harder! I didn't expect my

virgin rooster to be so strong!" Ming thrust a few times, already panting heavily. Wen used this momentum

to tightly grip Ming's wrists with one delicate hand, making it difficult for him to move his hands. At the same time, she freed one hand.
Wen smiled as she stared at Ming, whose face was flushed and who was panting heavily, and humiliated him, saying, "What's wrong? Thrusting? Out of strength?

You're a boy, how come you've already given in to such a delicate little girl's body?"
Ming blushed instantly, feeling Wen's warm, soft breasts

pressing against him through her sheer dress as he struggled. Wen's shapely, beautiful thighs clamped tightly around him,

her through her skirt and trousers—a clear indication of female humiliation.
Unwilling to give up, Ming fought back fiercely once more. The bed creaked, and the boy's deep

howls mingled with the girl's soft laughter.
This wave of resistance nearly exhausted Ming's strength, but Wen squeezed him even tighter. Ming blushed even more,

looking helplessly at Wen. Wen's bright eyes sparkled, a victorious smile on her face, and her

alluring red lips spoke: "Well, did you call me 'good sister'? This time, I'll make you call yourself 'good little brother,'

and you'll have to beg for mercy and surrender!"
As she spoke, her red lips moved towards Ming's face. Ming turned his head away in humiliation. Wen gently bit Ming's earlobe,

blowing fragrant air, and whispered, "Surrender, little Ming!"
Suddenly, Ming shuddered, panting heavily, crying out, "Wen, no, no..."
What was happening? It
turned out that, taking advantage of Ming's previous struggle, Wen had used her free hand to quietly unzip Ming's pants,

unbuckle his belt, and actually pull down his pants. Now, Wen's hand was pulling down Ming's underwear.
Amidst Ming's cries of "No," Wen's hand completed its task, and Ming's white, tender penis sprang out

between .
Now Wen turned to Ming and said softly, "Well, did you beg for mercy from your sister Wen?"
Ming stubbornly shook his head, panting, and said, "Don't even think about it."
Wen laughed, "Still being stubborn! Watch how I'll make you wish you were dead with just two little fingers!"
Suddenly, Ming's body stiffened, his eyes rolled back, and he gasped for breath.
It turned out that Wen had used her slender, delicate white fingers to grasp Ming's tender, soft male symbol. Ming felt

a pair of soft, warm little hands holding his manhood, and then a stimulation stretched from between his legs to his spinal cord, an electric...

He felt weak all over in Wen's soft embrace. This place, untouched by anyone before, was now being

caressed by the warm, slender fingers of a woman; how could he not be completely disoriented?
Wen giggled, feeling only a soft, warm little penis in her hand,

knowing it was a man's weak spot. Her beautiful eyes observed Ming's expression, her lips close to his

ear, and she said in a sweet voice, "Your little penis is so soft, your manhood so warm, your

little dick is so fun, so bouncy!"
These provocative words made Ming's blood boil. He involuntarily shook his head, crying out, "No,

no, Wen, no," while his body twisted and turned under Wen's slender fingers.
Wen felt the penis in her hand hardening and getting hot, knowing the stimulation was effective. She

increased the pressure, her delicate hand pulling Ming's penis up and down.
Ming cried out "Ah!" and his body writhed violently, which elicited Wen's giggles.
From the outside, the disheveled Ming was panting heavily as he struggled and writhed beneath Wen's soft, feminine body.

Wen, dressed in a pristine white dress, held Ming tightly, giggling as she used her slender

hands, with just two little fingers, to fondle Ming's increasingly erect penis. She

whispered , making his face flush even more, his writhing more violent, and his breathing heavier.
Ming's senses were shaken; his face turned crimson, and he let out shameful

moans of "Oh...oh..." Wen felt Ming's penis grow even thicker and hotter in her hands, and she laughed again, whispering to Ming, "Your

manhood is in my hands, why don't you beg me for mercy!" As if to emphasize her words, Wen made

a loop with two fingers, encircling Ming's usually arrogant penis, and began to rhythmically stroke it up and down.
"Ah..." Ming cried out, feeling as if his soul was about to be captured. Although he was usually proud and unruly,

now, it seemed that his soul was being held by the girl's slender fingers beneath her soft body. Ming's body and mind

were being slowly conquered by the girl as Wen's delicate hands pulled and tugged.
"Scream, beg Sister Wen to spare my life, and then I will spare your manhood," Wen said, intensifying

her conquest of Ming's body while also conquering his mind. She wanted to conquer and possess this man both physically and mentally.
"Oh... ah... spare... me..." Ming finally couldn't withstand Wen's onslaught and began to surrender, twisting and turning.

"Spare what? Spare Ming's little penis? Quickly beg your sister for mercy!" Wen laughed triumphantly

, not giving an inch.
"Spare... ah... spare Ming's little penis, please?" Ming groaned in shame. Wen giggled, her soft jade

legs clamping even tighter around Ming's bare buttocks, her jade hands gently and accurately kneading Ming's penis.
"Ah... Sister Wen... have mercy... good sister... I beg for mercy!"
"Good little brother begs for mercy from his sister, and will listen to his sister from now on!" Wen clearly intensified her attack, she wanted to

further conquer this boy.
"Ah... ah... I surrender... I... stop playing with me... I'm good, I'm a good little brother,

Sister Wen's good little brother, I'll listen to you from now on... ah... spare my penis... I'm going to die..."
Once the shame broke through the defense, it became uncontrollable.
Wen resolutely manipulated Ming's penis, she felt it was

a very pleasurable thing for a man whose weakness had been exploited to struggle and beg for mercy under a woman.
"What's the use of a man? Once a woman grabs his little chicken, he has to surrender, right?" Wen said with a smile.
"No..." Ming blushed and was about to retort, Wen giggled, "I'll show you the truth!"

After saying that, her delicate hand manipulating Ming's penis only added a little force.
"Ah...ah..." Ming suddenly stretched his neck and howled, panting heavily. Clearly, the girl

had increased the intensity of the stimulation.
"Isn't that right? Ah, look at you, your little chicken is being pinched, and now you're surrendering?"
Wen laughed triumphantly.
"Yes...yes...men are useless...I surrendered as soon as Sister Wen pinched my little chicken, ah! Don't pinch...my

little chicken anymore..." Ming begged for mercy while panting.
Wen laughed loudly. She noticed that Ming's penis was starting to throb, and she knew that

the time to completely conquer this boy was approaching.
"I want you to say that your little penis, your manhood, your life all belong to Sister Wen. You have failed,

you have been conquered by me, you are my little brother!" Wen laughed, releasing her hands that were holding Ming down, and concentrated her firepower,

intensifying her attack on his manhood. Ming felt dizzy and could only tightly hug Wen's delicate and soft body.
"I...I..." Ming blushed, undoubtedly feeling utterly ashamed to say such a thing, but his

reason was quickly subdued by the woman's soft fingers.
"I...am...Sister Wen's...good little brother...I've been conquered by Sister Wen...I am Sister Wen's

...my man...my life...my little penis...from now on, it belongs to Sister Wen...I surrender...

I'll obey...good sister...please...please...little brother...my...life...root

...ah...I can't take it anymore!"
Ming's strong body moved rhythmically to the touch of Wen's two slender fingers, his two strong and powerful

thighs kicking helplessly beneath Wen's beautiful female body, causing Wen's white skirt to flutter triumphantly.
Ming's face flushed purple, he gasped for breath, holding Wen tightly. Amidst Wen

's triumphant, bell-like laughter, Ming cried out, his body convulsing as he reached

the pinnacle . Streams of milky-white semen, guided by the girl's slender fingers, shamefully shot out more than three meters,

splashing onto the opposite white wall, indelible! Ming's first time had finally been lost to a girl a year younger than him

.
After a long while, Ming's struggles ceased weakly, his body limp in Wen's soft, fragrant embrace. Wen looked at the

face of the boy she had conquered, feeling the manhood in her hands obediently soften. She chuckled and

gently kissed him. Ming was too weak to resist and could only let Wen kiss him.
From that day on, Ming had a girlfriend, and he was very obedient to her.
[The End
]

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