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There was a basketball game in the department over the weekend. After the game, covered in sweat, I was heading back to my dorm to shower when I caught a glimpse of

two people arguing on the other side of the court. It was Han Qiao from my department and her boyfriend from the nursing department.
Han Qiao was crying and clinging to her boyfriend's hand, trying her best to get him to say something. The man gave a cold laugh, shook her off,

and walked away.
"Weren't they always so close? Strange." Yes, just last semester, that guy was brazenly

lying on Han Qiao's lap in class, sleeping soundly across the entire bench, his sour smell filling the whole

classroom. How could things have changed so much in just a few months?
The guy was busy trying to look cool, remaining silent and aloof. The girl seemed desperate, clenching her fists to

her chest. She stopped trying to hold his hand and slowly squatted down, tears streaming down her face as she loudly

called his name. He paused, gave another cold laugh, and strode away.
"You fucking bully our class?" Unable to stand it any longer, and being from the same class herself, she rushed over and grabbed

him by the collar, yelling at him. The noise attracted the attention of the students on the court, and the entire

team surrounded him.
"You nursing students bullying our department? You've got some nerve!" the class's big brother said

, and the players surrounded him, trapping him in the center. "I...I..." Now it was difficult to explain, and a hint of fear appeared on his

usually cool face.
The big brother was better at getting out of the fray. He found Han Qiao and asked her, "What happened?" She

just shook her head and cried, not saying a word. He
wasn't good at comforting people either, so he just pulled her up: "I'll take you somewhere fun."

She looked at him questioningly, her tears filled with curiosity. Smiling, he drove her back to her dorm: "Prepare your luggage for two days, I

'll wait for you downstairs." She had stopped crying and nodded. That night, he boarded a train heading south and took her home.
The family was bustling with joy over my sister's wedding. My parents were delighted to see friends coming home

, but they didn't have time to entertain her much, only instructing her to take good care of the guests. While everyone at home was busy, she

forgot her sadness and went to the kitchen, finding everything new and interesting.
When it was time to eat, my parents figured we'd probably have takeout, so my mother went out to buy some. "No need, Auntie,

I cooked!" My parents exclaimed in surprise, and the whole family ate heartily. "Little brother, why didn't you

mention you changed girlfriends?" My mother, with a mouthful of food, looked her over. She was 170 centimeters tall, fairly

good , with a slightly large frame, but her bust was surprisingly large.
"No, I haven't changed yet, I'm being unfilial." My parents had been urging me to change girlfriends because my current

girlfriend wasn't very good-natured and wasn't a dutiful child. "Haven't changed yet? Then who is she?" My sister was so gossipy;

she hadn't even listened to my introduction beforehand. "This is my classmate, I brought her back for her wedding." My explanation sounded a little

odd , because I sensed she was watching me.
After dinner, the adults went about their business, some leaving, some running errands, but she remained curious about everything.
Taking her for a walk around the small town, eating here and there, her sad expression vanished, but

I was exhausted. I didn't know South Koreans were so hard to appease. Actually, I still had some

doubts : "We're not particularly close, what does her arguing with her boyfriend have to do with me? Why am I getting

involved?" Frankly, our relationship had only been a casual "Hi!" before, and I even

looked down on her a little because she was always touching that man in public. Back in my freshman year at Peking University,

they openly touched each other in the library, and when they got really into it, she even leaned over the table and trembled slightly, making it

impossible for those of us sitting in the back to study; we had to go to the cafeteria to play video games.
Maybe I'm too soft-hearted; I even got involved in this mess. However, since things had already come to this, I had no choice but to accept

it.
"You can sleep in this room tonight." My mother was really kind; she gave her my room, and I went to sleep in my brother's room.

Not long after , she started fussing and wanted to talk, so I had to get up and come to my room to keep her company. We talked and talked

, starting with my crush on a senior in junior high, then about my girlfriend in high school who was a perfect homemaker, but unfortunately, she was four years older than me, and now about my current

girlfriend who was terrible at making money, how she spent all my money, and so on. We talked until 3:30, until I

lost consciousness.
But even in my own room, it's easy to wake up when there's a stranger next to me. I opened my eyes; it

was 4:00. "Why aren't you asleep yet?" She still had big eyes. "I can't sleep." "Are you a light sleeper?" "I don't

know, I just can't sleep." "Okay, okay, go to sleep now." I was really sleepy, so I reached out and patted

her back, like I was coaxing a child, hoping she would fall asleep quickly.
My mother hurried past the window to the bathroom, asking

suspiciously knew I wasn't in my brother's room. "It's alright, go to sleep." I was

only capable of making things up. I patted her back, less and less forcefully, almost falling asleep.
"Are you this nice to other girls?" Just as I was drifting off, she blurted out, in a soft,

almost This wasn't being nice to a girl! You should

see how I treat my girlfriend. "Nothing, nothing, go to sleep." It was all her fault; she'd brought back all those past

grievances, and now I couldn't sleep.
Suddenly, a hand gently reached out and rested on my chest. "What are you doing?" I was startled.

"Huh?" She blinked. Oh no, she didn't understand Taiwanese; I'd forgotten. "What are you doing?" I asked

again. "No, I was just testing you," she said with a smile. "Let's see

how much ."
What kind of world is this? I just swore last month that I wouldn't sleep with that awful girlfriend anymore because every time we

were done, she would ask me, "What if I get pregnant?" She wouldn't take birth control pills, and if I showed her

a condom, she would accuse me of premeditated sex. Then, in the middle of the night, she would be incredibly horny, and every time I was about to ejaculate, she wouldn't let me ejaculate inside her, only

wanting me to spray on her belly. It's disgusting. I'm so unlucky to have met a woman like that. I had already planned

to abstain from sex before she got pregnant, so that I wouldn't be at her mercy if she did.
But this woman next to me seems strange. She seems to want to play with fire. I grabbed her

hand, turned my head, and whispered in her ear, "Don't do this. Girls always get hurt in these kinds of situations."

Damn it, when did I become so kind? Amazing!
She chuckled mischievously, "I'm testing you! You'd better bear with it!" As she spoke, her other hand gently

crept up my stomach. I jumped, let go, and she seized the opportunity to pull it back,

rustling around behind her back before returning it to my chest. Now, she sat up, both her hands on me,

pinning them under her legs, straddling my thighs, and still softly said, "You'd better be patient!"
Good heavens, what kind of world is this? Patient in this situation? Patient my ass! She reached down and let her

waist- length hair fall in front of her, then reached into her t-shirt, tugged at it, and covered my

eyes with one hand while placing a piece of cloth over them with the other. "You can open your eyes now." Oh my god, it was her bra,

with a sweet, milky scent: "Do you know what this is?" Holy crap,

I'm not a three-year-old… but I still knew how to play dumb: "No…"
Suddenly, I felt a warm, wet sensation on my nipple, like she was licking it. A surge of heat rose in my chest,

making it impossible not to swell. "You have to be patient!" Pretending, you're the one teasing me! As she licked, her right hand moved

down , pulling at my waistband. "Hey, you..." I couldn't finish my sentence. She fed me with her breasts,

soft, only one part erect. By then, I was completely dazed, only knowing that she had moved away from me,

no longer pressing down on me, her hands were unzipping my pants, her breasts were in my mouth, and she was licking my chest...
Mom then went back to sleep. Mom, your son is almost dying in his own home, Mom!
"You...you have to be patient...oh!" Even I, in my daze, knew that if I could enjoy it, I should enjoy it to the fullest. I couldn't let go of

the nipple . I frantically turned, stirred, licked, and teased it. She moaned softly, and at that moment, she

pulled down my pants. "You...have to...be patient for a little while..." The wet heat on my chest moved downwards.

Ignoring my slippery surface, she took it in her mouth, her nimble tongue swirling around. A wave of pleasure surged through me. This

was something I had never experienced before. In the past, she would only suckle once or twice while showering, and by then

it was no longer swollen. What was the point? But now, it was swollen in a woman's mouth. I could hardly

hold back!
My hands, as if obeying my will, grabbed her large breasts. She let out a soft moan again, as if it were a

very comfortable feeling. Her breasts were large, but not perky; they were soft like cotton candy.

I ripped off her large bra and saw that she was already completely naked,

moving up and down between my legs.
I couldn't resist any longer and reached for her private parts. Wow! So wet, wetter than any I'd ever seen before;

my entire palm was soaked with just a touch. She shuddered, involuntarily sucking hard, almost making me

ejaculate . I had to tell her, "This won't do, I'll come." Of course, it wasn't said so

smoothly.
She shook her head, showing no sign of stopping, and mumbled, "You...can...not...

hold...back..." Hearing this touched me deeply, and I suppressed my urge and gently teased her

clitoris. But she didn't have the tolerance I expected. After less than half a minute, I could feel her increasing

the force , her moans becoming lower and more continuous. At the same time, she forcefully pushed her genitals towards my face; the scent was

very attractive, and I licked her sensitive spots vigorously. Less than half a minute later, a large amount of

clear , and I reached my climax.
"I can't take it anymore... this... will get you dirty..."
"You... don't hold back..." I couldn't
hold back any longer, and I sprayed my semen into her mouth, spurt after spurt...
finally ending the most pleasurable ejaculation of my life. She turned her head, tucked her hair behind her ear, my semen still

on the corner , and softly asked, "Was it good?" I pulled her close, nodded weakly, and stroked her

large breasts: "So good." She smiled: "Me too." As she spoke, her hand touched me again,

making it swell up again. "Spread your legs..." I spread my legs while enjoying it, "What does she

want to do?" I wondered.
She touched me as she moved down, until she was between my legs, clamping me between her large breasts, and

started giving me a milk cannon. This was the first time I'd ever given a milk cannon, and I felt both novel and moved, but the comfort wasn't as

good as the oral sex I'd just had, so I patted her and asked her to get on top. I like the feeling of a girl on top, and her

vagina was a bit large. When I entered, I only felt it was very wet, but it didn't feel very tight. However,

she was so comfortable that she was talking nonsense.
We sat facing each other, and I held her buttocks, hugging her tightly and slamming her against me. She

just kept shaking her head and talking nonsense until I couldn't understand what she was saying anymore. All I could hear were

"hmm..." and panting, and her body was covered in sweat. The sheets were soaked. Women really are

made of water!
Maybe it was because I had already ejaculated once, and because she was a bit loose, I didn't want to ejaculate, but she

couldn't . Maybe she knew she was a bit loose, and she tried to tighten her muscles, but she just couldn't make me ejaculate

again. In the end, she was almost unable to move from orgasm, lying on the bed panting. I was fucking her from behind in a doggy style

, slapping her buttocks hard until they were red, but she still couldn't make me ejaculate.
Finally, she groaned, "You... from behind, it's tighter there..." I said, "From behind,

huh..." She smiled, weakly reaching behind to pull me out of her body, guiding me to another

very tight spot, laughing, "This is my first time here... be gentle..."
Filled with emotion, I gently entered. She seemed prepared; her rectum was

clean, without any yellowish stuff, and it had an indescribable pleasure compared to her vagina, and it was much tighter. In no

time I reached my climax. I cried out, "I... can't take it anymore..." But she was already

speechless, saliva, vaginal fluid, and tears streaming down her face, mumbling, "Fuck, fuck me to death...

fuck ! I'm a bitch... your free whore..." Of course, she wasn't speaking so fluently!
Finally, I ejaculated my second load of the night inside her anus. We were both exhausted, lying on the bed unable to

move.
(To be continued)
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