A true love story

It was a suffocating summer vacation. Ping, who had just finished his university entrance exams, was busy organizing a reunion with his classmates—they hadn't seen each other for seven years.
Thirty people attended the reunion that day, all because of Ping. Apparently, previous reunions had only ever had a maximum of fifteen people. Ping was naturally pleased to see this.
"Awei, who's that girl with the ponytail?" Ping asked.
"That's…it should be Zhou Xiaorong! Girls change so much as they grow up, it's harder than recognizing an ancestor. She's coming over, go ask her!" "And you are…?" Ping looked at the ponytail-wearing girl in front of him with a puzzled expression.
"I used to sit next to you for three years. You haven't forgotten my name, have you?" "Then you're Zhou Xiaorong! It's only been a few years. You used to be like an ugly duckling, and now you've become a swan.
"
In Ping's memory, Xiaorong was indeed inconspicuous and quiet. In the era when boys liked girls, it would be strange if they hadn't been paired up after sitting together for three years. Ping was more mature than most boys, tall and handsome, and interesting. He was the class monitor for more than four years. In terms of homework, calligraphy, speeches, and essays, Ping was always the first to go on stage. Naturally, with so many ups and downs, inconspicuous girls are quickly forgotten. At the time, Ping didn't care about any of that. But Xiaorong in front of him, with her long hair, big watery eyes, and innocent smile, gave Ping a different feeling. Ping didn't take it to heart but just thought it was the emotion of reuniting with an old friend.
The class reunion was held in the classroom of their alma mater. After the reunion, a group of people went to the beach to play in the water. Ping stayed behind to tidy up the venue. It wasn't that no one wanted to help him; on the contrary, a lot of people wanted to help him. Ping told them to go and have fun. They hadn't seen each other for too long. Some people had to catch a night bus to the north. More importantly, Ping needed some time to reminisce about the past, those nostalgic yet irretrievable memories.
After tidying up the classroom, Ping sat blankly in front of it, resting and reminiscing. Suddenly, someone patted Ping on the back.
"Qihua! What are you doing here? Didn't you go back first?" "It's nothing. How was I supposed to know everyone had left? So I came back. Since everyone's gone, I think I should go back and finish my work. Remember to contact me." "No problem, I'll write to you first thing when I go to university. Bye-bye!" Ping felt a strange sense of loss. He didn't know why, but he felt like someone would appear. He didn't know who it was. Before he knew it, dusk had fallen. Ping had been lost in thought all afternoon.
A familiar figure walked over.
"Why are you still here?" A sweet, slightly shy voice sounded in his ear.
Ping suddenly realized that the person he had been waiting for was her, and looked up.
"Xiaorong? You're back? Was it fun?" Ping was a little happy and a little embarrassed.
"I didn't go. After I got home, I kept feeling like you were still here, so I came to check. I didn't expect you to still be here." "It's been seven years since I transferred schools. Everyone has grown up. Only I'm still the same." "I remember once when we were little, you insisted on showing me your test paper, but I was too scared to look. And you loved playing with knives, and you cut my hand with a really long gash. Look! The wound is still there." When Ping saw the wound on Xiaorong's hand, a feeling of guilt washed over him, and he lowered his head.
"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
"No! I was just thinking..."
"Thinking about what? You could talk to your girlfriend."
"If only I had one. I'm all alone." Ping sighed.
"And you? You're not like me, are you?"
"You guessed right, I can't help it, I'm too ugly, no one wants me."
"Really? Can I ask you out sometime?"
"Sure! If you don't mind."
"Are you free lately?" "
I have three days off next weekend..."
"Can you stay overnight? I was thinking of going back to Tainan to see my grandma."
"This... is fine..."
"Really? That's great."
Under the setting sun, there were the figures of a couple. Xiaorong leaned against Ping's shoulder... "Grandma, I'm back. This is my girlfriend, isn't she pretty!" Xiaorong looked down and tugged at Ping's clothes, signaling him not to say anything out of line.
"We don't have any extra rooms, what should we do?" Grandma was rather conservative after all.
"She can sleep with me."
Xiaorong didn't object...
"You've really never had a boyfriend?"
"Really!"
"Then this counts as your first love!"
"Yeah, you're lucky."
Xiaorong flicked Ping's nose with her finger.
"Your eyes are so bright, your face is so pretty."
Ping looked at Xiaorong with his head in his hands.
"I'm not coming anymore, you always make fun of me."
"I mean it, I swear."
"Don't talk nonsense, I'll tell you a secret, but you can't laugh at me, okay?" "Okay!" "I've liked you since I was little." Xiaorong leaned into Ping's arms as she spoke.
"Can I kiss you?"
Xiaorong nodded with her eyes closed. Ping gently lifted Xiaorong's head and kissed her. It felt so soft and sweet; was this what a kiss felt like?
"Xiaorong, I love you."
Ping hugged Xiaorong tightly.
"Will you marry me?"
Xiaorong nodded, her face as red as an apple.
Ping smelled the fragrance emanating from Xiaorong, stroked her long hair, and his left hand couldn't help but wander, slowly roaming over her back. The woman's body was so soft and supple, and he gave Xiaorong a kiss that made her forget the world. Xiaorong didn't resist, letting Ping explore her body. Ping's hand slipped inside Xiaorong's clothes, trying to remove her bra, but he couldn't find a way in, and he was sweating profusely in his anxiety. Xiaorong grabbed a quilt and covered herself with it, and as she did so, her bra was already outside the quilt. Ping buried his face in Xiaorong's breasts, and his hand went even further, roaming down her body. His tongue and hands were not idle either, kneading one breast and sucking on the other, while his right hand explored the secret valley, first finding a soft... On the grassland, Xiaorong instinctively squeezed her legs together, but facing the man she loved most, this action was meaningless. Ping felt that the entrance of her vagina was a little wet, and tried to insert his index finger. It was slippery and warm, and Ping felt that the touch was so comfortable. He wondered how comfortable it would be if his little brother went in, but Xiaorong said it hurt a little, so Ping didn't dare to do anything rash. He buried his head between Xiaorong's thighs and gently licked Xiaorong's clitoris and pearl. Xiaorong slowly relaxed herself, her eyes narrowed into slits, enjoying the pleasure. Ping slowly used his middle finger, and Xiaorong was more used to it. Ping raised his little brother and slid it in. Xiaorong was in so much pain that tears streamed down her face, but she didn't want to interrupt Ping's interest.
Ping gently moved his penis against Xiaorong's lower body. Too fast would only frighten her during sex. He slowly licked every inch of Xiaorong's snow-white skin, her slender shoulders, her delicate waist, and her two small red nipples resting on her perfectly sized breasts, making her even more alluring. Her body was flawless; the only wound was his own fault. Thinking of this, Ping couldn't help but love Xiaorong even more. Xiaorong moaned softly, it was hard to tell if it was from pain or pleasurable pleasure.
"Does it hurt?" Ping asked Xiaorong with concern.
"No..." Xiaorong managed to squeeze out an answer.
"I'm sorry to have troubled you."
"What are you saying? This is my own choice. Even if you don't take responsibility, I won't regret it," Xiaorong said firmly.
Xiaorong's genitals gradually became wet. Ping noticed that Xiaorong wasn't in as much pain as before, so he boldly thrust in and out. After a while, Ping's mighty "army" invaded Xiaorong's body.
The first rays of sunlight from the east shone into the room. Ping, holding the sleeping Xiaorong, sat up, looking at her innocent and beautiful face. He wondered if he was dreaming and slapped himself. The slap didn't wake him from his dream, but it did wake Xiaorong.
"You're up so early!" Xiaorong rubbed her sleepy eyes.
"Yeah! I get up very early in the countryside."
Ping tried to hide his fatigue.
"Look into my eyes."
"I can't hide it from you. You've always understood my thoughts best since we were little. I'm wondering if this is a dream. If it is, let me stay a little longer!" "Silly husband, I'm yours now and you still say such silly things. Don't overwork yourself, it hurts me. Promise me you'll rest for a while, and don't do this again." Xiaorong knocked Ping's head and snuggled even closer into his arms.
"Yes, my dear wife! Your husband will always obey your words as sacred decrees." He finished speaking and kissed Xiaorong on the lips.
"You only know how to bully me! I'm not going to be with you anymore!" Xiaorong symbolically hit Ping a few times.
"What if I want to be with you? Yesterday... does it still hurt?" Xiaorong shook her head.
Ping's hands searched Xiaorong's breasts and genitals again.
"No! Let's take a shower first, okay? You smell all sweaty."
"Then I want you to shower with me, otherwise I don't want to."
Ping acted like a child.
"I really can't do anything with you, you're just like a little kid."
"Don't look over here, I'll be embarrassed."
Xiaorong tried to cover her perfect body with everything she had on.
"What's there to be ashamed of? You're mine now."
It was also the first time Ping had seen Xiaorong's naked body in the light, and he was stunned for a moment. He went over and gently picked Xiaorong up and put her in the bathtub filled with warm water. He also got into the water, and a long kiss from Ping pulled Xiaorong into this world of intertwined desire.
Ping suckled at Xiaorong's nipple like a child. Xiaorong's eyes were slightly narrowed, and her hands tightly hugged Ping's back. Ping placed his penis into Xiaorong's forbidden area, and Xiaorong let out a soft moan. Ping slowly stirred up water.
Xiaorong greedily searched for Ping's tongue, while Ping thrust in and out continuously. Seeing that Xiaorong was becoming more and more intoxicated, he also thrust passionately, increasing the speed.
"Ah...ah...what...what...feeling...?" Xiaorong enjoyed the pleasure of sex.
"I...I'm almost there too, ah!" A surge of male essence rushed into Xiaorong's womb without reservation, seeking its other half.
"Xiaorong, I will always love you..."
The next day, Ping took Rong to the beach. Along the way, Ping kept explaining to Rong the origin of the place names in the countryside. "What beautiful rice fields, so green and beautiful! Wow! We've arrived at the beach, so beautiful!" Rong's excited appearance was no different from that of a child.
"Don't move around, I'm still riding my bike. If I fall off, no one will really want you." Rong pouted. Ping found it amusing.
Rong, having changed into her swimsuit, couldn't wait to run into the sea. Her swimsuit wasn't a trendy bikini, but her radiant smile and slender figure were enough to make her stand out from every woman on the beach, attracting the attention of every man. And she was my girlfriend and my wife! Thinking of this, Ping couldn't help but puff out his chest, as if declaring to the world that she was his!
"Hey, don't run too far!" Ping called Rong's nickname.
"Hurry up! I'll give you five seconds to run! One second…"
"My dear wife, are you trying to kill me?" Ping said breathlessly.
"How else would you get to me so quickly?" Rong said seriously, before she could finish, she had already soaked Ping.
"Playing in the water, huh! I won't lose to you."
Ping retorted, splashing water back.
Just as they were splashing each other, the sun went home to bathe.
"Hey, it's time to go, Grandma's waiting for us at home for dinner."
"Oh! I haven't had enough yet!" Rong reluctantly went ashore.
"Hurry up and shower, change into clean clothes. Clothes? Oh no! I forgot to bring them." "Idiot, the clothes are in the bag. I knew you'd forget." Rong said smugly.
"Otherwise, do you think being my wife is so easy!" "
I brought you clothes, and instead of thanking me, you're mocking me? You deserve a beating!" Rong swung at Ping, but Ping, who had studied martial arts, dodged and caught Rong in a side hug.
"Murdering one's husband is a serious crime."
Ping said, then rested his head against Rong's face.
"How should he be punished?"
"Is this enough?" Rong turned and kissed Ping on the cheek.
"Enough, enough. How could I bear to punish my beloved girl?" "Good to know." Rong pinched Ping's nose, and the two bickered all the way home.
"Ah! Mom, what brings you here?" Ping asked in surprise.
"You have a girlfriend but won't let your mother see her."
"I was going to introduce her to you in a while."
"I didn't realize my son had such good taste, finding such a beautiful and popular girlfriend." Ping's mother looked at Xiaorong.
"Hello, Auntie!" Xiaorong greeted her.
"Auntie? No, you should change your address. If that scoundrel Ping bullies you, tell me, I'll stand up for you. Even if he doesn't want you, I didn't agree. I've decided you're our daughter-in-law." After saying that, he took off the ring on his hand and put it on Xiaorong's finger without waiting for her to agree. "Thank you, Mom!" "Ah! I'm doomed. Now the two of us are bullying me. Life is going to be tough." Ping joked and put on an innocent expression. "Girl, can I come in and take a shower?" "Sure!" Ping opened the door and found that Xiaorong had already finished showering and was even dressed. "What
a pity!" Xiaorong said regretfully.
"What's a pity?"
"I'm sorry for you. You look at me with that lecherous look. I knew you had no good intentions, so I finished showering quickly." Xiaorong said happily like a child.
Ping didn't answer; in fact, that was exactly what he thought.
After taking a shower, Ping saw Rong asleep on the table, like a child who falls asleep after playing. Ping carried Rong to bed, looking at her face—so innocent, so pure, without a trace of worldly entanglement, carefree, yet so attentive, considerate, and clever. Nothing could be hidden from her. Ping, being a natural-born scatterbrain, was probably destined for this!
Early in the morning, the roosters in the countryside didn't forget to crow, welcoming the world to a beautiful day. Ping rarely slept past seven in the countryside; he'd always been like that, and today was no exception. He got up very early, waking Rong as well.
"Did you sleep well?"
"You really get up very early in the countryside."
"Yes, it's a habit. I went to first grade here, so naturally I don't sleep late. Get up and wash your face, and after breakfast, I'll take you to my school." Ping pulled Rong up and gave her a good morning kiss.
As Rong finished washing her face, a pair of strong arms suddenly embraced her. Before Rong could react, Ping's tongue was already swirling in her mouth, his hands caressing her soft buttocks and breasts. Ping lifted the limp Rong and carried her back to the room, gently placing her on the bed. His hands slowly unhooked her nightgown; the white, lace-trimmed bra couldn't conceal her full breasts. Ping reached down to Rong's back, loosening the bra on her chest. The tan lines from yesterday were still clearly visible. Ping's tongue traced the tan lines all the way to the tips of her breasts, while his right hand slipped inside Rong's pajama bottoms, searching for the legendary paradise—that soft, smooth grassland that would make anyone lose all desire. He explored further... Entering the alluring world, Rong's secret place flooded with desire as Ping invaded. As Ping's index finger moved, Rong let out ecstatic moans. Ping's tongue roamed every inch of Rong's skin, seemingly leaving a mark to prove Rong belonged to him, finally stopping at the most secret and alluring spot. Ping carefully parted the two thin walls of flesh, revealing a small, narrow red passage leading straight to heaven, where a pearl emitted a dazzling, slightly reddish glow. Ping lowered his head and used his tongue to pick up the pearl, causing Rong to moan hysterically, "No! No!" Ping's penis could no longer restrain itself, thrusting forcefully. Rong's scream reminded Ping: Rong was still a virgin yesterday! Ping's movements slowed, becoming gentle and shallow. Rong's pain gradually transformed into blissful pleasure, and her ecstatic moans spurred Ping on with even greater force. Rong clung tightly to Ping's back, ten bloody welts soaking the sheets, mingling with yesterday's bloodstains. Ping let out a deep groan, his essence flowing freely. He rested on Rong's chest, his left hand playing with her nipple.
"Honey, look how sweaty you are. Don't be so rough next time," Rong said, wiping Ping's sweat with concern.
"I can't help it. I married such a beautiful wife; I can't help but put in the effort." "You rascal, you always laugh at me!" Rong nestled shyly into Ping's arms. Ping
lifted Rong's blushing face and couldn't resist giving her another long kiss, a testament to their love.

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