Author: No Salt
I. Who I am
I’ve been having the same dream lately, with so many, many people in it, it’s a mess.
How messed up is it? Too messy.
All those faces had been so familiar, as if they were some of the stories of my life, and as if they weren’t. So many of them hated me, it was clear in those eyes. Why did they hate me? What had I done to them? I couldn’t figure it out. Maybe it’s just that when you get older, you get paranoid? I can’t figure out if I’m remembering. It’s been bothering me for a while now, and it makes me sleep badly. Sometimes I don’t want to think about it, but there’s one thing I have to figure out – who am I?
The fire jumped and jumped, and it seemed as if the strange faces were being conjured up in the embers again, indistinctly.
It’s strange: usually when I’m awake those faces come out, but they’re never as clear as when I’m asleep; when I’m asleep they’re clear, so clear that it’s a little scary, but when I wake up everything becomes a blur again.
Fuzzy is as fuzzy does, and there’s nothing I can do about it.
Who the hell did this to me? Why am I like this? Who am I?
Seems like a bit of a memory – it was a very pretty little girlie girl!
She was very pretty indeed, so pretty that even I, a man who thought he had withered his well, would …… Who is she?
It seems to be raining outside, and it’s raining hard. And the wind, it’s so strong, it’s blowing the temple a bit stormy. Will it fall down? Instead of thinking about those things that give me a headache, I should care about what’s in front of me. Why is my brain still not working well? Even why to come to this broken temple seems to be a bit unable to remember, that is not just happened it? How seems to have forgotten? The old me is not like this, what was I like before? What was I like before? It’s that foggy question again. What’s going on here?
It looks like someone is coming towards the temple in the storm. Oh, it looks like a very good lightweight. Oh, there’s two of them. Oh? It seems like there’s someone farther down the road quietly following their trail.
My ears were moving, albeit very slightly, but they were indeed moving. My martial arts are improving!
I can go for the world’s number one, right? Why do you want to win the world’s number one, which is useless? With whom? I can’t quite figure it out. I just think it’s something I have to do, as if I’ve been working on it all along, it’s become inertia.
The footsteps are close. They’re coming to the temple. They’re coming.
The door was thrown open, and the nasty wind with its slanting raindrops at once made the ground wet, and there were wet footprints. My fire was also made a flurry of shaking, the whole broken temple in the shadow of the moment became a bit dim, and a bit of light, everything seems to be flying up, densely pressed towards me ……
I looked up and reached out to swipe away the tangled hair on my forehead. This hair needs to be cleaned up a bit, I guess it’s not very strong, it’s dry to the touch, a bit sticky, like a pile of messy grass, and it’s also a bit too long. I used to be not like this, the previous me ……
Cuddled up to each other in the doorway was a handsome pair of teenage boys and girls who were supposed to be a couple.
The lad was dressed decently. Even though it’s already a wet mess, you can still tell at a glance that it’s top quality fabric and top quality handmade. Oh~ I can still read the goods.
The young guy is pretty hot looking too, but the chick is even hotter.
The chick is indeed quite pretty and gives off a clear and bright feeling. Yeah, that’s the feeling.
I’m not much of a fan of the genre though, I like ……
But the chick was still pretty, that couldn’t be denied. She had a sweet and skillful round face, her eyebrows were arched and her eyes seemed to be curved as if she was smiling. Actually, she didn’t smile, a girl who became a drop dead shouldn’t be able to smile, but she gave off that feeling. In addition, she had a little bit of softness that seeped out from her bones, which wasn’t bad at all. Her clothes are soaked through, the feeling of being soaked through is really not bad, she is washed as if she is bright and clear. That hair, that little luscious curve, that ……
It’s nothing really remarkable, I’ve seen people much more handsome than them, I really have.
The young man was sizing me up very carefully, with a good deal of impudence in his gaze.
Am I that annoying? Why is he like this when he just met me? Is it because I looked at that chick a little too directly? If it’s good, why don’t you look at it? I don’t care about the lad’s scrutiny, I’m still looking so openly at the chick whose pale cheeks have already fluttered with a touch of halo color, I like to see girls shy.
The chick does present a different kind of flirtation in her shyness.
By the way, it is flirtatious, recently my learning really with martial arts as much growth, hehehe ~ girls in shyness does not necessarily be flirtatious, each person has each person’s different ways of expression, the character of the quiet girl will have such a feeling of.
There was something so flirtatious about the chick; her cheeks flushed, her head bowed, her gaze became a little messy, and her hands uneasily worked the shirt that was clinging to her body to make it less ……
It’s late, I’ve seen it all! The raindrops dripping from her hair rolled down that cheek, along her cheeks, and down that rounded jaw to her breasts, where they melted onto the shirt. That fine satin shirt was close to her body, and there was a pair of dainty looking protuberances, and at the tips of the protuberances there were two little beans …… Summer is a good time yet, girls’ clothes are thin, and when they get hit by the rain, there’s no place for those marvelous things to hide hahaha~
“Xiao Ke Lu Zhan Yuan, holding the inner son to return to his hometown to save his relatives, on the way to meet the rain …… “The young man looks quite angry, but he did not have a seizure, he told me a bunch of quite civilized and polite words.
When he addressed me politely as Old Uncle, I suddenly realized that I was indeed an old man. Am I old? I am indeed old, right? Otherwise, why am I staring at other people’s young daughters-in-law? I was envious of her youthful splendor, wasn’t I? Yes, it’s good to be young! You see, that dainty spirit, that smooth and delicate skin, that upright and elegant body, that …… that everywhere Shaohua really envy ah!
I looked at her, watched, and wanted to keep probing those traces of youth. Am I just obscene? I was a bit obscene, I know. My eyes brought some subtle changes to my body as I perused those marvelous curves. Just by looking, it was as if so many answers were swirling around in my head a little bit, swirling around in a way that made me quite a bit that way.
I was kind of thinking about that, but I don’t know why myself, I shrunk to the side. Women, that’s an enigmatic animal, isn’t it? I love those curves, I love those wonderful feelings, and at the same time, I’m a little scared. Why was I afraid? I’m not quite sure. But I knew that if I touched, my world would get messy, very messy. I’m already messy enough.
It was a rainy summer night, too. I remember it well. I was young then. Yes, I was young too, but more or less I can’t remember what it was like to be young. She was also young, the deceased also young, it seems not much need to explore, but why she has always been so young in my heart?
Who is she? It’s a bit of a blur, but she would have been a very important woman in my life, very important, I know.
Mountains upon mountains, green, full of lush emerald green, shaking one’s eyes a little sour.
In the distance are the snowy mountains, the silver-white peaks straight into the clouds, it is said that there are fairies living on the snowy mountains. That’s nonsense, because I went up there when I hadn’t practiced my martial arts, and I didn’t see any fairies until I got to the other side of the clouds. I’m a bit stubborn. I have to find the answer to everything. Will you be happy when you find it? Not necessarily. At least I regretted for a while about the Snow Fairy. But I don’t think I’ll regret it any more, because I’ve seen the Fairy. The fairy was her.
The grass, the woods, the small flowers destroyed in the rain…what kind of place is this? Why is it so familiar? And the clothes that are soaked to the bone, and the sweet scent that is mixed in with the drizzling rain. ……
She’s a fairy, isn’t she? She was. She’s a bit of a blur, I can’t remember how, but I know she’s beautiful.
Her breathing was sharp, and hot, and warm. Her gaze was still avoiding me, messy, containing annoyance and a bit of agitation in the center. Her brow was furrowed, her nostrils and lips opened and closed uneasily, her jaw was trembling, and all her body was trembling, and her hand …… Her hand was so beautiful, slender, elegant and white, and those well-behaved vortices …… on the back of her hand were propped up on my chest, trembling, but the refusal is not so firm.
“Erdie, Erdie …… don’t, don’t …… don’t ……”
Her voice was in my ear, thin and sticky, as if it were a murmur with mesmerizing sobs, long and drifting.
Second brother? I’m her second brother? Is she my sister? Or was it ……? What was I doing at that time?
The rain falling on our bodies did nothing to extinguish the flames that were already roaring, but rather fueled them. Her hair was disheveled, wet, and clung messily to her face, and with those messy, tear-stained eyes and those wariness that were going to melt me away, I felt like going crazy.
What is she hesitating about? She loves me, doesn’t she? I know her secret from the look in her eyes. I do know it, but she is resisting me now, though that resistance is less determined. What is she hesitating for? Aren’t her lips hot too? And her body, and her hands ……
I pressed her tightly against the trunk, rubbing up against each other. The drenched shirt was a little cool against my skin, but slippery. Perhaps the slipperiness was conveyed from that body? Not really sure, and I don’t care to figure it out, I’ve got more important things to do.
At first, those lips were dodging, evasive, quivering. Those lips were so nice, moist, tender, cool.
I cupped her face and gazed into those clear eyes, staring, conveying my fiery flame to her. She froze, her eyes swirled for a moment, momentarily fiery, but immediately a layer of sadness enveloped them, her teardrops mingling with the raindrops. I kissed over, starting at her forehead, kissing her eyebrows, licking her eyelashes, and then sucking the teardrops off …… salty.
I felt the body in my arms go soft, very soft, as she leaned her body into mine.
Soon, her body tensed again, and the hand against my chest suddenly pushed very hard.
“Second brother, we can’t ……”
“Why can’t I? I can’t without you!”
I defused that pushback quite sharply, stubbornly grabbing her in my arms and kissing her on the lips.
She doesn’t open her mouth, she tenses her lips and shakes her head from side to side ……
My hands pressed against her waist. That waist was thin, soft, and tough at the same time.
Her body was struggling, her waist twisting very hard, holding up ……
My hand slid up and over her body. That body was marvelous, those flaky touches, the subtle squirms, and those fine bumps.
Her lips softened, and so did her taut body, as her hands slid away from my chest and held my shoulders. Slowly, her hand slid to the back of my neck, trembling as she cupped the back of my head …… Her lips opened and grew hot, her body on fire. The kiss became passionate and sweet, and she was kissing me too. She’s starting to break free from all that hesitation, she’s forgetting everything else, and now, it’s just me and her.
I savored that sweetness, sucking on her lips, gently nibbling them with my teeth, and then, I pushed my tongue in, tickling hers with the tip.
Her lips shyly dodged for a moment, and soon complied obediently. Tongues intertwined now, and we experienced each other’s stirrings.
My hand cut through her sash. The gentle ribbon fluttered down, so I felt the warmth, the fire, from her. Women’s clothes are complicated, and thankfully, it was a summer day.
My hand was finally on her smooth, warm skin.
Her skin squirmed a little at the moment of contact, and the muscles beneath the delicate skin seemed to pop as she tensed up again. Her skin even burned a little, and my hand sent a ripple down her body while she poured out her panic to me in a nasal voice. But the panic seemed to be a fleeting thing as she wrapped her arms around me and rubbed me hard, messing up my hair and my clothes ……
I was encouraged, and at the same time the beauty did intoxicate me. Stronger demands festered in my body, blazing up, unstoppable. Following that slender, bare waist, my hands slid up, upward, savoring every ounce of tenderness and smoothness and that mushy crunch, and her breath, her heartbeat, every squirm of her ……
I found it, my fingers touching the delicate protuberance that was so soft, so creamy. Grabbing it, those delicate tissues would be naughty enough to evade and bounce, teasing my hand. The nub at the tip had hardened, so much so that I could feel the subtle swelling of the nub just from between my fingers ……
I left her lips as I pulled her shirt off with a sharp jerk.
Her shoulders, her breasts, her belly, her upper body in full view of my eyes.
I was drunk, intoxicated with her beauty and passion.
Those delicate bunnies on her chest were wonderfully crisping with her rapid breathing, and her amber nipples were leaving some marvelous glowing traces in the air with that crisping. Her belly was also undulating, seeing the marvelous swirls on that bare stomach. That snow-white skin was suffused with a marvelous pink halo from the movement, and her body seemed to become crystallized, scattering her goodness toward me. Her face was also red, her eyes were tightly closed, her long, curly lashes fluttered slightly, her lips were still in the kissing stance, her tongue was still moving, and there was a blush between her lips. Her face was stretched, a little eager, she was waiting for me.
When I went next to her again, I took her nipple in my mouth and sucked it over hard. She moaned out softly ……
I don’t know why I suddenly thought of this. My heart actually hurt a little when I thought about it.
Why does it hurt? Who the hell is she? What does it have to do with me?
She is supposed to be a very important woman in my life, and she seems to have ……
How good and wonderful that feeling remains in my heart.
But why the heartache? Was it a mistake? Did we hurt each other by getting that wonderful moment? Who is she? Who am I?
“Old man, old man, are you unwell somewhere?” The gentle voice rang in my ears, waking me from my rhapsody.
Who’s panting that hard? And huffing and puffing.
Seeing the gazes of Lu Zhan Yuan and the concerned chick, I realized that it was me who was gasping for breath.
“Here is a pill to clear your mind, take it. Are you a little feverish?”
Seeing a red pill held in the chick’s powdery palm, I stared straight at that little hand, and the wrist that wore an emerald green jade bracelet. I felt some weird undercurrents running wild in my body again, and I wanted to bite her. But this chick was really gentle, she made me unable to bite.
“Old man, you ……” the chick handed her hand over.
“Yuan Zhi, don’t approach him!” Lu Zhan Yuan pulled the chick behind him, his right hand pressed on the hilt of his belt knife now, he was on full alert for me.
I was still staring at the frightened chick, I was annoyed with this Lu Zhan Yuan, he separated me from the chick. I feel that my head is getting more and more confused, my breathing is getting more and more rapid, my nerves and muscles are a little less controlled, and my bone joints seem to be rattling …….
“Brother, this old man is sick; look, how red his face can be.”
“Yuan Zhi, he’s dangerous!”
The door to the broken temple seemed to be blown open by the wind, and as the light shifted, there was one more person.
The person stood in the darkness. Still, I could see clearly that it was a girl who couldn’t tell how she felt. The sight of her startled me.
In fact, this girl was not scary at all, and was even a very pretty little girl. She was also seventeen or eight years old, a tailored apricot yellow shirt set off her delicate and exquisite figure in a very fragrant way. Indeed is quite fragrant, she than the chick in front of the eyes is a little more voluptuous, breasts rumble, waist is thin, buttocks are round, exquisite and convex, and she is a little taller, very erect, at the same time is also quite sharp. Quite sharp indeed, she could give that kind of feeling. Her long eyebrows fly diagonally to her temples, there is a kind of cold chill in those phoenix eyes, her nose is very straight, her thin lips are pursed tightly, and the lines of her face are made a little bit cold due to her pursed lips, her gaze is sweeping, she is high above the others, and she is cold and arrogant, which is very uncomfortable for people.
This gaze, this gaze I seem to have seen somewhere as well! That’s what surprised me.
Seen it somewhere? What place?
How many years has it been? I seem to have been very young at that time, when I seem to have engaged in a rather uninspiring activity with a couple of characters who were rumored to be gods at the top of Mount Hua ……
Huashan! That’s right! It was at the foot of Mount Hua that I met such a proud gaze.
She led a very divine white horse, she wore a green long shirt and carried a sword …… Right, at that time, she was dressed like this, like a chivalrous person who traveled the rivers and lakes. In fact, she is a chivalrous person, and she doesn’t love to be a girl, she even talks like a man, and she curses and kills people.
Why did I come against her? Can’t really remember. I just remembered that when I came down from Mount Hua, I had some things to do and she was important to me.
Yeah, she’s important. Except for utilitarian purposes, she pretty much changed me.
I can’t recall when or where I first met her, I just remember that I seemed to be pretty nameless at the time.
Fame? Hehehe~ Actually, the original me seems to care less about fame, my ideal is to be a no-nonsense assassin.
Assassin? Yes, it’s this mysterious profession – hiding in the most inconspicuous places, using the most direct way to end a life, like a ghost in the dark night.
Oh. What a wonderful feeling! What a marvelous feeling. I loved it. To be precise, I loved that tone at that time. I came out of the mountains, I practiced my Jedi Kung Fu, and I would only be an assassin. I like the taste of blood, I like to see the desperate eyes and mournful hissing when people are dying, and the hot feeling of hot blood splashing on the back of the hand or face, because of these, I am only willing to be an assassin. People love that laborious thing when they have fame, especially good fame. For those feelings, I don’t love fame, I’m only willing to be an assassin.
And being an assassin allows you to live as you please and get money.
Money? Hehehe~ I remember I originally cared very little about money, thinking that it was a bit dirty and not even close to what I felt in my heart. After becoming an assassin, money suddenly changed a bit, it was a way to get measured now. Yes, it’s actually the same thing that I want to be recognized for not wanting to be famous. And money became a measure of the standard, and when you get it, hehehe ~ that there is pleasure, similar to killing, intercourse ……
Why do you like killing so much? Why do you like the taste of blood? Why ……?
My brain is a little fucking messed up again, as if I can’t touch any of the tendons, and if I do, my mind is a mess.
For money? That’s right, it’s for money that I crossed the vast Gobi from the far snowy mountains, I came in through the Yumen Pass, past Lingwu, and I came to Chang’an. I came to kill for money.
What was that guy’s name? Can’t remember. But he seems to have a reputation, and a good one at that. His kung fu seems to be very high, or at least rumored to be.
Chang’an is so big and bustling! Chang’an at night is also marvelous. The heavy night covers this beautiful city, those gorgeous buildings in the night by the brilliant lights rendered as open wings, so that people’s thoughts will not be able to fly up. There are also those with faces full of contentment who are looking for fun in the night and the lights.
Fun? Oh~ I came for fun too.
The night sky under the lights was a bit chaotic, no longer a transparent inky blue and clear light tainted by the cold moon, although there was a cold moon in the sky that I liked.
I love the night, and I also love to savor the mystery of the night in the darkness of the night in my white dress, and the marvelous hint of murder in the mystery. I have to start, I can’t linger in this chaotic city any longer.
I didn’t kill that man.
When I arrived, there was already a fight going on in the yard, filling it with the smell of blood that I was supposed to have caused.
I saw her. Oh, I thought it was him at the time.
He wore clothes the same color as the night, he had a sword in his hand that was colder than the cold moon, and he was better suited to be a ghost in the dark night than I was.
He flew, soundlessly; the cold moon in his hand danced with him, electrically; it was the look that killed!
By the way, it was those proud, cold, and at the same time beautiful eyes that he killed. Those eyes were marvelous, and in that kind of attention it was as if it were impossible to face him in all his splendor. The heart was first disorganized, then tracked by that cold sword, then ……
He wasn’t too tall, but he gave off the impression of being quite tall, and with that green-colored shirt fluttering in the wind, he appeared ethereal, a bit like a god.
It’s true that he’s a bit like a god, and he’s also got a near-perfect face like a god, and he comes to assassinate, but he’s not masked.
I like the unmasked killer, I’m like that, we don’t mask because I have confidence, I like to have confidence. At the same time I liked his fairy like sword, that is killing people, but with that elegant posture, he flew really elegant, his legs, his waist, his …… at the same time, I liked the face. That kind of slanting flying eyebrows, a little light, very light. That kind of eyes, oh, that proud and cold phoenix eyes, the corners of his eyes are a little bit along with the direction of the eyebrows, he is a little bit more cold. I think he’s got a right to be proud, he’s good looking and he’s got it.
Nice? Isn’t that a bit of a word to use to describe a man? I do think he’s good-looking. He’s the best-looking man I’ve ever seen.
Can t deny it, right, look at the cultivated and straight agar nose, look at the little red lips, look at the alabaster skin, the shoulders, the waist, the legs …… He is more beautiful than a girl.
Why does my heart seem to be beating so hard? I seem to be a little ……
“Why? Who are you?” The target faced the beautiful apparition in horror as he brandished his greatsword, terrified and as if he was still a bit perplexed.
The final fight was between four masters and the rest died. Since the rest were masters, the fight turned vicious.
He didn’t care one bit, he still came and went like lightning, light as a feather. He pirouetted a bit, and the night left a trail of light, and then a guy fell.
“Moralistic hypocrite, take off your façade, do you think you’re hiding it?” His voice was proud too, he seemed to know everything.
“Who are you? Who are you?”
“Lin Chaoying.”
By the way, her name is Lin Chao Ying.
She was the most beautiful man I’d ever seen, the man she almost made me fall in love with, a secret hidden in my heart for a long, long time, a secret!
I was twenty-one at the time, I remember, because my child had just come into the world. I actually left Snowmass to get away, right? Seems like it.
It seems like a couple years passed in between.
In the middle of it all, I’ve never been able to get over that Lin Chao Ying flying in the darkness of the night either.
I’ve changed a little bit in the middle. I don’t kill just because I feel like it.
Huashan, I saw her again after I did something stupid.
II. A Glimpse of Mount Hua
Stupid? Am I stupid? I’m just a little messed up.
Men and women are good, God forbid.
I like women, and I also like to be a little bit unusual, it’s like I’m doing something a little bit misbehaving with my woman.
What’s so unusual about it? Can’t think of one.
It’s as if we have an unusual relationship, as if that’s what it is.
That room, that person, as if it wasn’t just mine, I only went to that room at certain times before ……
The sensations of that time are in my memory, spicy, and exciting, and I was on fire, and so was she.
Then my heart ached so much while she cried, as if we were sharing a touch of guilt.
Guilt? A little guilt, yes? But it tasted good, engraved in my heart, and I liked it.
It was as if she couldn’t stand it a little, and there was a contradiction in her eyes, and all the time she had the baby, and all the time she had that short time after she had the baby, it was as if she never really got over it …… I remember her eyes.
Why? It seems like there’s a reason in the middle.
Men and men well, that ……?
I can’t tell you how I feel in my heart. I have actually met LIN Chao-ying only once.
That uneventful night in Changan, that sword …… she was a man then.
As soon as I thought of her, my heart thumped, my scalp tingled, and my blood ran amok without listening to me …… Her shadow circled in front of my eyes, and her eyes were looking at me, and her lips wriggled slightly as if she wanted to talk to me, and she… …and I couldn’t hold myself back.
It’s strange that thinking about this man makes me this way.
Am I a person who was born not to live on a smooth trajectory?
I also did something that didn’t make the slightest bit of sense to me, I joined this bird “Huashan Jian”.
The Huashan Sword Festival? Yes, I remember it well.
It was as if it was for the sake of being number one in the world, it was for the sake of fame.
When did I start getting a little hot under the collar about fame? It started that night, didn’t it? I wanted to be famous, to be noticed by her, to ……
And there’s the fight over what’s called The Nine Yin True Scriptures.
The Book of Nine Yin? This thing seems like a very important thing.
Is that the kung fu I’m practicing up there? Did I get it? I’m the best in the world?
Seems like I wasn’t the one who got it then, it was taken away by a smelly Taoist priest with a bit of a white beard.
What’s the name of that stinky Taoist priest? It seems that this head is a bit bad, alas ~ in fact, that stinky Taoist priest is not too old, he is also more than forty years old, but his hair and beard is indeed white, and he seems to be not very happy.
That stinking Taoist priest is very powerful. The first time I met someone more powerful than me was him.
I seem to be able to remember things, and that stinking Taoist seems to be like me, he’s obsessed with things that seem a bit wildly paradoxical.
In a way, Stinky Dawg was an enlightened teacher for me, he made me less disgusted with the wild thoughts I kept hidden inside, he opened up new horizons for me.
“Elder brother, elder brother ……”
It was a fat-headed guy, kind of cute. It wasn’t that he was so good looking, but the aura, he was as pure as an undyed white sheet of paper, as if there was such a thing.
What was it inside his eyes? I seemed to read it a little, it was a very peculiar passion, so blunt and undisguised.
He stood behind the smelly Taoist priest and gently untied the smelly Taoist priest’s hair, letting the long, flowery white hair fall out, and he gently combed it, his face pressed against the smelly Taoist priest’s clear, civilized face, rubbing it ……
Oh, my God! Turns out it’s not just me! I just would have thought that they ……
“Sifu ……”
The lines on that clear, civilized face seemed to flatten as he stretched so. He closed his eyes, quietly savoring the warmth from behind him as he waited.
The chubby hand moved from his shoulder, and he slashed open Stinky Dawg’s shirt, and he let Stinky Dawg’s somewhat ridiculous chest show.
That chest looks a bit shocking, indeed, the scars that are fatal enough to make that chest look a bit scary. Every scar is a story, right? What kind of a life did he have?
The chubby hand slid up and down the chest, touching each scar, gently, softly, the skin rubbing against it, making a “rustling”, hot sound.
The muscles in the smelly Taoist s face wriggled slightly, and his breath caught as he pressed the chubby hand and guided …… it His face was one of intoxication.
The chubby hand actually slid across the smelly Taoist priest’s stomach and actually disappeared into the pile of robes.
Their lips intertwined, they stroked each other, they felt wonderful, it was all-consuming.
Oh, my God! Is it possible? Men and men can be so good? So it’s not only my heart that harbors this emotion, it turns out …… So I’m going to like Lin Chaoying, right? I will!
Stinky Taoist stood holding onto the trunk of a pine tree, his face pressed against it, his back twisting slightly, and he had so many scars on his back as well.
The fat-headed guy was kneeling behind the stinky Taoist, and he was holding the stinky Taoist’s ……
Is that right? Is that a satisfactory answer?
The fat-headed guy was actually licking the stinky Taoist’s ass, and he was licking very carefully back and forth, back and forth, up and down that ass crack.
His hand went around to the front of the smelly dawg, holding the soft, soft thing in the dark fur and rubbing it delicately.
Why is it still soft? Don’t you look like you’re already excited? Look, isn’t your ass wiggling like that? Does it feel good?
“Shidoshi, Shidoshi ……”
Stinky Dawg turned around and wrapped his arms around the fat head guy as hard as he could, he had him lean against the trunk and he kissed him ……
I saw it, his asshole was wet and slightly open, a little hole with a spiral crease as if it was smiling!
He got lower and lower, he kissed his lips, his jaw, his neck, his chest, he lingered at his chest, he pondered his nipples, which were actually erect like a woman’s nipples. There was something else erect, and that something was in Stinky Taoist’s hand, and he rubbed it carefully and dutifully. Gradually, the stinky Taoist knelt in front of the fat head of the guy, he gently sucked the reddish glans with his lips, he sipped, “pop” a clear sound.
The fat-headed fellow groaned out in pain, his face red. His mouth was wide open and he was gasping for air, all the while mixing soothing chants into his nasal tones, which, along with that ragged breathing, made the air hot. His hands were clasped dead back against the trunk of the tree, his muscles bouncing uneasily, and he was holding his stomach …… which was quite funny, round and wobbly.
Stinky took the encouraged and comforted cock into his mouth and sucked it hard, making deliberate “barking, barking” noises.
I felt my body getting hot too, my heart beating uncontrollably, my hot blood flowing.
I also felt the twisting of my muscles, most of all in my perineum, where the area jerked and jerked, and the change in my testicles prompted my penis to become ……
Even more oddly, the twitching of my perineum drove the peristalsis of my anal sphincter, and that cavity actually seemed to convey a very peculiar soreness as well, and the muscles in my ass tensed up a bit.
My mind conjured up Lin Chao Ying’s shadow.
He looked at me coldly, his shirt fluttering away with the wind as his body unfolded.
His skin should be as white as his alabaster cheeks, right? Maybe even more ……
His muscles should be more graceful than Stinky Taoist, right? He’s good at martial arts. It’s impossible for a good martial artist not to have beautiful muscles, like mine. His muscles should be better. He has such a good body, he’s a bit thin, but so athletic. What beautiful legs he has, his ass should be much better than Stinky Taoist’s, his …… I want to touch his penis, I want to be like Stinky Taoist too, I want to let him suck mine too, I want to ……
My hand couldn’t help but reach into my belt, against my tense, hot belly, through the thick hair, and take hold of the cock that was standing up. It was so hot, and the crunchy pulsation, and the subtle swelling, and the throbbing that came with being rubbed…they could, what did I have to worry about, yet?
The two men pressed together, the stinky Taoist crouched on the tree trunk, anxiously jerking his hips, while the fat guy grabbed the stinky Taoist’s waist behind him, he yelled and slammed his body heavily against the stinky Taoist’s ass, “popping.” ……
Is it okay? What’s not to like? What’s so wrong with that? They’re happy.
I didn’t have the heart to practice kung fu, I was just thinking about the little things in my heart, thinking about Lin Chaoying, thinking about being with him. Strangely enough, I didn’t seem to think about the child, nor did I think about her waiting for me in the snowy mountains. I just think about Lin Chaoying, I can’t control my head and heart, I can’t help it.
The Mount Hua Sword Festival is about to begin, and in such a state, it seems that the world’s number one is going to go down the drain. It’s just a matter of getting lost, is it that important?
Lin Chaoying is here, and he’s walking with a young guy who looks like a mess. I ran into them in the Listening to the Rain Garden in Huayin.
My head went blank, all the blood rushed to my head, my limbs were weak, and I seemed to be collapsing.
Lin Chao Ying is so beautiful. His white horse is so beautiful. His white clothes, he looks clear and bright in the sunlight, as if he’s transparent. Maybe it’s because of the sun? A touch of haze flew over those alabaster-like cheeks. His lips were still pursed proudly, and his sword was in his white and elated palm. Where was his sword aura? Why did he seem to be less sharp? He should be as sharp as a sword, right? Why is he laughing? That laugh is very bright, he laughed really ……
His smile wasn’t for me, he actually gave that smile to the grizzled guy next to him.
Who’s that guy? I don’t recognize him.
Look at the patch-fall rags, the raggedy hair like a mess of grass, the silly expressions!
Oh, that look is actually not silly at all, that chap is scruffy but ……
My goodness! That lad was so divine, his eyes flowed with wild, uninhibited enthusiasm, he embraced all glances with a big grin, he smiled and his head was always held slightly high.
His raggedy clothes didn’t matter a bit, his raggedy hair didn’t matter a bit, and how radiant he was!
What do I do? Why do I seem to be panicking? Don’t panic! You can’t be such a loser! Are you worse than that guy? No, right?
I hold on to the table, reach up to fix my hair, reach up to wipe my face, worrying if I’m going to get eye boogers, I rub my face …… How come it seems like all the muscles in my face are jumping? What’s the point of jumping?
By the way, that young man is not as tall as me! His, and his clothes aren’t …… clothes important? I Shiri!
Why is Lin Chiu Ying so happy to be walking with him? They…? Don’t fucking think about it, don’t think about it.
I pressed my chest as hard as I could. If I don’t press harder, I’m afraid my heart will crash through my chest and mess up the pecs I’m so proud of.
What’s wrong with me? Why have I suddenly lost my confidence? What the hell is going on here?
I held my breath, not daring to gasp.
They actually came in! They actually sat in the seat right next to me! They ……
My neck is so sore, I want to go see him, but I’m afraid to. I’m afraid he’ll turn on me because of the jealousy in my gaze, I’m afraid ……
Jealous? I’m jealous? I’m jealous of that beggar? Because Lin Chiu Ying is with him?
What’s their relationship? Will they ……?
Don’t think, don’t fucking think, Ijiri!
The muscles in my spine are also sore, and I want to go see him, but I’m afraid to. I’m worried ……
What the hell am I supposed to do? I’ve never been so out of ideas in my life! What’s wrong with me?
I stayed at the famous “Liuxianju” in Huayin, which was quite comfortable.
But I couldn’t sleep, I really couldn’t, I was thinking about him, full of nothing beside.
There’s another reason why I can’t sleep, I live next door to a dumb ass who fucking plays a fucking flute at night, he calls it a blowjob.
That piping sound is always so downbeat, as if a lonely man wandering in the boundless mangyuan, the sky, clouds, grassland, mountains, water, grass, he, as if they are all his, and none of them are his, he’s so fucking lonely.
I heard later that it wasn’t the manganese he was blowing about, but the sea.
The sea? What the fuck is the sea like? I’ve never seen it. I just think he’s blowing off steam about being lost and alone amongst the plains and the snowy mountains. I don’t believe anything he says.
His xiao sound old to my worry to cohesion into a concrete look, Lin Chao Ying seems to be washing the feet of that caller now, as if feeding the caller food ……
Fuckin’ hell, I’d like to go and slash that maniacal kid!
But I can’t do that.
When the night is quiet, I so need that blow job.
On nights with a moon, I so need him to have a drink with me.
We became friends.
What’s that crazy kid’s name?
The moon was so full and bright this night, and the inky blue firmament stretched out endlessly, so transparent that you couldn’t see the bottom.
The water in the garden tinkled and sang in the winter, and the branches, leaves, grasses, and little insects hiding in the bushes came to join in the fun in the gentle breeze.
Mad Boy was sitting across from me, and instead of looking at me, he was fiddling with that beautiful looking jade cock with those good looking hands.
He’s beautiful.
He wasn’t as tall as me either, but he didn’t look short at all. His hair was always meticulously combed, and the gold crown with which it was bound was exquisite. His face was beautiful: the pale eyebrows were handsome; the crested eyes, full of tenderness and cold silence, were gorgeous; his nose was trim and straight; the line of his lips was hard, and that was the strongest part of his appearance.
He always wore the best clothes, ate the best meals, stayed in the best rooms, and he was a bit fussy. He says that’s what he should be, because of course a superb fellow should be treated superbly, and one can’t ask nothing of oneself.
He gives the impression of being proud, when in fact I know he’s lonely and hot inside. Some people are like that, they look proud and unapproachable, when in fact they need to be comforted, like me and Mad Boy, we are like that.
Mad Boy finished the glass of wine in front of him and looked at me, “Brother Feng, life is not as good as nine times out of ten ……”
I love to drink with him, but I don’t love to chat with him, he always love to give me reasoning, I don’t love to listen. But I love to listen to him blow that jade cock, the sound of the cock can let me read him, just with the heart to chat, how good.
He started blowing, in fact he was so fine, he knew I didn’t like talking to him, he knew I loved listening to him blow.
He’s taken me beside my manganas and snowy mountains again, and I’m walking alone, not knowing where to end up. It seemed as if there was another person beside me, so far away from me ……
A refreshing zither sound began to answer and Mad Boy’s jade cock.
My head was buzzing with the sound of the kite ……
I felt a man approaching me, felt his body heat, felt the waves of his eyes, felt …… him gently explaining the ache in my heart, it was as if he was caressing my face, my body, soothing away my frenzy and restlessness, and he had the power to draw my passions through me, I felt.
This mind thing is just amazing.
I didn’t turn around, I just used my heart to feel that it was the person I was waiting for, and his arrival made me panic. The moon seems to have lost its luster, and the night sky is extraordinarily transparent, all the noise disappeared, even the crazy kid’s jade pipe no longer touch my heart, only the soft and gentle zheng sound remains.
He’s asking me to read him, right? As if he wasn’t. What’s he doing? As if he’s answering to someone else. He’s…?
It was Lin Zhaoying, he was wearing his night-like green shirt again, he sat sparsely in that gazebo on the rockery. There was a lantern beside him reflecting his face, his person, and he waved as if no one else was there.
Where’s your soulmate? I’m here!
I stood up, a little unsteadily, and I held onto the table, and I looked in that direction, but didn’t have the courage to go over there, and all I could do was just look at him, look at his brow, his eyes, his lips, the fluttering sleeves of his robe, and the fact that there was no one else beside him ……
He didn’t come to play the zither for me! Is he ……?
Oh, my God! What kind of relationship does he have with Mad Boy? It’s as if he only has eyes for Mad Boy, and his zheng sound is for Mad Boy! What should I do?
Mad Boy’s jade cock switched tunes, he asked.
The zither also changed its tune, he replied.
I’m left empty and slumped in the middle of a night like water, and I’m going crazy.
After this night, I’m not staying at the Reunion.
I also like Mad Boy’s jade cock and I like Mad Boy, but I can’t stand their replies and even though I can see him by staying there, I can’t stand being left out.
I moved away and moved to live at the Jinglin Temple outside of Huayin.
Jinglin Temple is not big and the environment is not bad.
The monks weren’t too bad, and they knew a lot about the wonders of money. So I lived quite well and ate well.
There were a bunch of rich people who lived around the same time as me.
At the head of the group was a brocade-robed, imposing young man. At a glance it was obvious that it was a guy from the south, small, big rammed head, high cheekbones, thick lips, skin was quite sexy, by the sunlight into a very bullish bronze color. His eyes were bright, kind of like stars, and his eyes were like fire. He’s a pretty energetic guy, especially because he’s very easy-going, doesn’t smile or open his mouth, and speaks in a very decent manner, so I like him quite a bit.
I don’t like his entourage, though. Bunch of dogfighters! In front of their masters, they’re like grandsons; in front of outsiders, fuck them, they show off their shiny canines. What a fucking bitch!
Lin Chaoying came again, alone with his sword and wearing a flaming red robe. He burned over. He first taught those dog slaves a lesson for me.
When I came out, Lin Chaoying still hadn’t looked at me, his attention was on that fire-like young man’s body.
They soon battled with their best martial arts, and the fight was lively and beautiful.
What the hell is Lin Chao Ying doing? He eats with the barkers, he plays music with the Mad Boy, he cuts martial arts with this fire-like lad, so what will he do to me?
My head finally cleared a little and I really realized he was doing something he thought was important.
I’m not stupid. I’m just a little bit in love with him. I know.
A clear stream flowing down from Huashan is going to mingle into that muddy Yellow River. I find it funny that the muddy Yellow River is converged by these clear streams, so how is she so muddy?
I sat on the edge of the clear stream, peeled off my own shoes and socks, and shoved my feet into the flowing stream to savor the clarity and a hint of bone-chilling coolness.
Besides, I’m waiting for him.
Already I hear hoofbeats, very light.
That’s him, isn’t it? I always thought he wouldn’t leave me alone.
He’s busy enough as it is, what is he going to do to me? Will ……?
I felt my heart beating endlessly again. The hint of coolness became fiery, the streams seemed to boil, and the wind that drove the branches to sway, the wind seemed to become hot, too, to set the trees on fire, and me, too, to.
The horse’s hooves became softer, and came close to me with a “get, get, get.”
I saw the man and the horse clearly reflected in the stream.
The man was dressed in white, clearer than a stream, his hand gently swept away the hair from his forehead, his eyes closed, his head raised, his lips slightly parted as he experienced the wind, and the caress of the sun. His sword was at his back, and his apricot-yellow silk sash fluttered in the wind, sweeping over the cheeks that were more delicate than a girl’s. His white clothes fluttered in the wind, and his person seemed to swing as well, that body athletic and agile, slender and delicate. The soft silk that danced with the wind fluttered in the wind, transforming the sunlight and the stream into uncertain shadows of light. At any moment he would drift away with the wind, never to be captured again.
I eyed the shadows in the clear stream and pondered the changes in the ripples. I couldn’t figure it out, but I was excited. I really wanted to look at him beyond the stream, so badly, but I didn’t seem to have the courage to meet his eyes, I didn’t seem to be able to face him, why? Was I panicking a little? Hadn’t I been waiting so eagerly for this moment to come?
He squatted down by the clear stream, still not looking at me as he cupped the clear water to cleanse him of his exhaustion.
He looked to be a bit tired, and he let out a soft sigh.
That sigh gripped my heart so tightly that I wanted to figure out the sorrow in his mind.
There must be pain inside the person who sighs, right? If I could, that is, I could, I think I could.
My muscles popped, and something magical was egging me on, to go over, to comfort him.
But I didn’t, and I still can’t figure out why I didn’t go over there.
Maybe it’s because of that twinge of doubt in my mind? Maybe I’m waiting for him to make a move? He’s here for a purpose, isn’t he?
“Drink well, is the water sweet?”
He brushed the white horse’s mane, tenderly stroked its neck, his face pressed against its shoulder, quietly listening to its heartbeat and breathing as if I didn’t exist.
“Tired? Cheryl. I’m really tired.”
His eyes were closed, his long lashes fluttered slightly, and his lips quirked. His hands stroked tenderly through the white horse’s fur, gently and gracefully; his neck was stretched out, his neck slender and supple, and in the glow of the sunlight and the color of the water the skin was as transparent as if it had been transparent, and the life that seeped out of the skin filled it with a clear, bright light.
My greatest courage was to look at him so transfixed, my greatest courage was to think so transfixed about being that white horse.
His fingers slide over my skin. I’ll shiver, won’t I? You can’t shiver. It’s a shame.
His finger slipped over my lips. I’ll shiver, won’t I? You can’t shiver. It’s a shame.
His fingers slipped over my ……
Will he? Would he touch me? Even just hold my hand? His hands are so beautiful, so long and slender. Will they be soft? It’s a bit silly, even if a martial arts practitioner’s hands are beautiful, they won’t be soft, those calluses are our glory, he’s no exception, right? His hands will be hot, right? Will bring ……
If he holds my cock, his hand then gently rubs my scrotum and serves the testicles to comfort, oh, and if his fingers slide over my perineum and touch …… my god!
If I also touched him, his chest, his belly, his …… his ass must be peculiarly elastic, right? What would his place look like? It would be beautiful, wouldn’t it? That goes without saying!
What’s with all the ifs at ……? When did you become so full of ifs? Aren’t you good at making ifs real? How did you become such a wimp in front of him?
“The beautiful demon is idle, and picks mulberry among the divergent paths.
The soft stripes are in a flurry, and the fallen leaves are in a flutter.
The sleeve is rolled up to see the plain hand, and the white wrist is about the golden ring.
On her head is a gold knight’s hairpin, and at her waist is a cui langgan.
Pearls cross the jade body, coral between the wood is difficult.
The dresses are not clear, but the train is still with the wind.
I look at you and look at you, and you look at me, and you look at me, and you look at me.
Walking with rest and driving, resting to forget meals.
If you ask me where my daughter lives, it’s at the south end of the city.
The green house is on the main road, and the high gate is knotted with heavy gates.
Who wouldn’t cherish your face?
Where does the matchmaker work? Jade and Palm are at peace from time to time.
It is difficult for a good man to seek a virtuous man.
The crowd wails in vain. Do they know what they are looking at?
In the prime of his life he was in a room, and in the middle of the night he arose with a long sigh.”
He sang softly.
His song put all those what ifs out of my mind, if that’s it, he came just for me, and his song was for me, and without those what ifs I think I’d be happy, now that he’s for me.
And I’m waiting for him. Does he know that?
“The white horse is decorated with gold restraints, and even gallops northwest.
I ask who is the son of the family, the ghost and the ranger’s son.
When I was young, I went to my hometown and raised my voice in the desert.
In the past, I had a good bow, but the mistletoe and the veil were not the same.
The control string breaks the left one and the right hair destroys the moon branch.
Raise your hand to catch the flying brisket, and bend down to scatter the horse’s hooves.
Cunning and swift as apes and monkeys, brave as leopards and chi dragons.
There are many alarms in the border towns, and the hutus have migrated several times.
The feathered diatribe came from the north, and the stern horse ascended the high embankment.
The long drive to the Huns and the left to the Xianbei.
How can you give up your life on the edge of a sword?
How can I speak of my son and my wife when I have no regard for my parents?
The name of a strong warrior shall not be used for personal gain.
Donate your life to the national tragedy, see death as if it were your home.”
It’s a little bit grandiose and a little bit sad. I don’t know what he’s singing about, but I know he’s pining for something now. Is that me?
He stopped, and suddenly, his eyes finally landed on me.
I saw the clear phoenix eyes filled with tears, he was no longer proud, no longer cold, he suddenly became a little sad, helpless, vulnerable.
Pearl-like teardrops dripped from those phoenix eyes and rolled down his cheeks, landing on the tips of the grass and turning into crushed pieces.
What happened to him? Who hurt him like that? Was it me?
The rain-bearing pear blossoms fell, and when his head rose again, he gave me a forlorn smile.
The smile was extraordinarily poignant in the light of those tears, and he had me in his grip now.
The smile couldn’t be indelibly sustained in the sunlight, though he had mounted his white horse and left me with that heartbreak, fading away into nothingness ……
III. The Unbearable Lightness of Being
I must reflect. I must reflect. What am I doing here?
Young, a supreme martial art, I also have money, women, and my heart aspires to, I …… have him in my heart, and he is everywhere, so that I have no place to hide.
It’s strange how the more I try to reflect, the more I miss him.
You can’t do this, you really can’t, you have …… a woman who you hurt and is waiting for you at the same time, see her, weren’t you once so passionate as fire? How come she’s getting lighter and lighter in your head? Don’t you have a child who just came into the world? They’re waiting for you in the snowy mountains. They need you. What are you doing here? For the fame? For the Nine Yin Sutra? For ……
What can I do? I have him in my heart.
I know, I know it s ridiculous to love a man like that, and I haven t even figured out how he got me yet, and I …… what can I do about it? He’s got me nowhere to hide.
Once, twice, three times …… I can count the moments we met on my fingers, I …… I can’t count what he said to me, but ……
His white horse, his white coat of snow, his green shirt like a dream, his fire-like blaze, his sword, the trace of sadness he left behind as he floated away, he was everywhere all the time, and he had me dead to rights!
What do you want? What do you want with him? Just for the sake of a fruitless relationship? Just because it’s a passion you’ve never tried before? Just ……?
What can I do? I have him in my heart.
I know, I know it’s ridiculous to love a man like that. Results? Passion? Fate? Can one really separate the dos from the don’ts so clearly at this point in time? I don’t even know why I came to Mount Hua. I only think of him.
When you have someone in your heart, you can really forget your worries, but at the same time, you are also sad, and that is a wonderful feeling, can you say it clearly? I don’t know.
It was a quiet night in Huayin, as quiet nights usually are in a not-so-big place. Where did the mountain wind come from? Can not help me at all, my heart is still as burning, still ……
Crazy Boy tells me we’re drinking “Drunkenness” today.
“Drunkenness”? Drink it and you won’t have any worries? I shiri!
“That’s Cao Zijian’s musical ‘Beauty’. ‘The soft stripes are in dispute, and the fallen leaves are in a flutter’, that’s the beauty of the mulberry forest. This beautiful setting of wind and sun is leading to the following beauty. ‘Turbulent sleeves to see the vegetative hand ……’ this is the beauty of the beauty, the clothes, the appearance, the mansion, this is talking about the beauty of the ‘demon and idle’. What about the last? The last is talking about the beauty’s waiting, what is she waiting for? She has her own subjective views, she ‘beautiful people admire the high righteousness, seek the virtuous and Liang only difficult’, here is a little bit of bitterness …… That’s the ‘White Horse’ also known as the ‘Ranger’, written by a loyal and courageous ranger Jianer, he is highly skilled in martial arts and courageous in dedicating himself to the cause of the ……”
After a glass of “Drunken Dreams”, the crazy kid talked a lot.
Today, I want to listen to his nonsense, I want him to unravel the mystery in my mind.
Pretty girl? He’s a man! Is he talking about me? Did he say I’m on ……? Or was it just him? Oh, my God! What’s he thinking? He knows what I’m thinking!
White horse? The Ranger? Who is that? Who is this Ranger he misses? Me? No way! Who is it?
Finding an answer may not be good enough, really.
The Mad Boy blew again.
I have to go. I can’t stand that jade cock today, and I’m not willing to wander into the Mangyuan alone.
“Drunkenness” is useless! The wind was blowing, and it was making me want to throw up, and I was floating, damn it!
It’s a busy night in Huayin today! There’s no moon, and everywhere is a haze, but there are night people, flying around.
“Qiu Qian Ren, even a character like you wants to come and participate in the Huashan Sword Festival?”
My ears perked up, it was him, his cool, proud voice not far away. I looked up and rubbed my eyes hard. He was in the center of the street, his clothes fluttering in the wind, his hair wandering, wandering and the indestructible light of God. He stood straight, erect, jade-like. His appearance was always so different, he was again the ghost in the dark night, and again that sword. He wore that dreamlike green shirt that merged with this night and surrounded me.
The Huashan Sword Festival? He’s here for this party too? He ……?
Across from him was a short man, short but strong, the brown cloak didn’t seem to be able to wrap around the firm muscles, and he gave the impression that he was going to explode.
Qiu Qian Ren? What’s that? Is that the ugly one?
It’s kind of funny how Jou Chien Ren shows up, needing that contrast, which makes him seem so eminent.
Fighting, the two silhouettes met in one place.
That Qiu Qian Ren’s palms were very powerful, very harsh, and had a kind of mighty power of draining the mountains and seas.
What about him? He still comes and goes, light as a feather.
He doesn’t have to worry about me when he’s fighting an opponent like Qiu Qian Ren.
He’s not working this hard for the Huashan Sword, is he? I think.
He’s here to stir up trouble? He doesn’t like people coming to this Huashan sword fight? What is he up to? He’s a mystery.
I feel like I can’t hold it together, I don’t want to think about what he’s going to do. It doesn’t matter what he does to me, but he never does anything to me, am I that neglected by him? Come and do what you will to me, even if it means taking your sword, I just want you to come just for me.
I thought about taking the initiative to go to him, only thought about it, my courage always disappears when I act, I dare not. Maybe I’m worried that once I take the initiative, then this little bit of thought between us is also going to disappear, I can’t.
He was so high and mighty that I kind of couldn’t touch him.
But I wanted it so badly, and the missing made my blood boil with passion. I need him, and when I think about it, I’m burning with desire, and the taste is so ……
There was a thick bamboo forest with the familiar rustling agitation that I know so well.
I don’t like bamboo, it’s not that I don’t like the quite divine look and green color of bamboo, I just don’t like the empty stomach, and I don’t love empty.
But I like bamboo forests because there are things I like in them, they don’t think, maybe they do, who knows, they have cold eyes, they are all water.
The night wind had swayed the bamboo forest, and the rustling sound became loud.
They come, they are summoned by me, they listen to me.
They look at me and worship me.
I like the way it feels, this taste of King’s Landing isn’t bad, and I still need them.
The night breeze lifted my shirt, the white one hadn’t been washed in a while and was a little dirty, the old me couldn’t stand it, now it was just so ground up I didn’t have the heart to clean it up.
I untied my sash and stood in the wind, slowly removing my shirt, letting the wind soothe my frantic skin, my body, and I could feel that bone-chilling relief.
I see my shoulders, they’re wide, nice deltoids, nice obliques, nice …… my pecs are so good, they move when I tell them to; my abs, those two evenly spaced rows of godly little things are so loaded!
So I’m not attractive at all?
I unzipped my pants and let them slide down to my feet.
The slide brought a cool shiver and I got goosebumps.
I gazed at the proud thing in the mess of pubic hair at the lower end of my belly, who was slowly raising his head and pointing to the heavens.
So I’m not attractive at all?
He came, before my eyes and in my heart.
He was scrutinizing my body, something a little hot jumping around in that gaze.
I’m a little shy, I really do get a little shy around him. I gently turn around and turn on my side, covering the unwritten thing under my belly with my hand.
Why is it an unprofessional thing? It’s a man, right? Who called it an indecent object? I’m a jigiri! Is this the source of your shyness? It’s true. Even I’m shy, but I always cover up when I’m shy.
I’m not fucking shy, I’m just a little flustered. My heart was thumping, my breathing was uncontrollably bellows, my skin was shifting, my muscles were twitching and throbbing, and the thing in my …… hand was swelling as I waited for him.
He didn’t say anything, and he looked better blurred, leaving only the waves of his eyes, clearer than the moon, caressing my back, my shoulders.
He’s coming over, with his body heat. How is he without body heat? It wasn’t none, but it wasn’t warm, and when it swept over my skin, it brought a tingling while actually being a cloying sensation… what was going on?
I didn’t have time to figure it out, my brain couldn’t think anymore, and I leaned back against the bamboo, panting heavily as I bowed my back, trying to stop the bouncing of my unproductive muscles, trying to calm me down. It’s not like I want to be calm so badly, how good it can feel to be burned like this!
His breath is on the back of my neck! His hands are on my shoulders now! His cheek is …… being rubbed against mine! His hair is blowing in the wind and sweeping across my face! His lips are touching my earlobe!
How good his lips were, warm and delicate, wet and soft, with warmth and fierceness at the same time. Oooh! His tongue, deft, wet and naughty.
His lips took the contours of my ear, and little by little he ran along it, along with the naughty tip of his tongue.
So itchy! That itch stabbed right into my heart, piercing me through without reservation, and that tingling and panic, in combination with the wariness that laced through it along my spinal cord, swiftly darted and tumbled through my body.
His hands came across from behind and he stroked my breasts gently, carefully, harder and harder, and he mobilized my heartbeat. At the same time his nails scraped at my nipples, and the panic I couldn’t hide from made my pecs move, not because I wanted them to, but because he did, and I listened to him.
His other hand navigated my abs along my stomach, picking at them delicately, piece by piece.
Oooh! His fingers passing over my belly button brought a wave of soreness that flew from my navel and irritated my throat directly, or was it my tongue? My mouth opened involuntarily, wanting to scream out, so badly.
His hand slides across the small of my back and he finally …… oh! He’s twirling my pubic hair now, tugging, and it doesn’t hurt me at all. It might have hurt, but that pain melted into eagerness and became exciting. His nails scraped my cock as if unintentionally, and I sucked in a cool breath and shrank, but the scrape was so exciting that my cock jumped involuntarily, stretching even more.
He began to kiss my face, my neck, my jaw; his hand left my chest, he scraped my navel; his hand was no longer hesitant, he had my cock wrapped in his palm, which was so soft and warm; his kneading grip left a warble directly on the glans, which went upward, entrapped the soreness, and then traveled, flew over my stirringly beating heart, guided the hitching that was coming from all parts of the body, passed through my throat, mobilized my throat and tongue, and then forming a whirling vortex in my head that enveloped me. I was so light, so light and unsupported, as if I were flying now, and it was he who carried me …… his hand held my scrotum, rubbing and holding. The testicles were warmed, soothed, and a whole new kind of wonderful! His fingertips scraped my perineum, his fingertips scraped my …… He’s picking out those textures in fine detail now ……
I couldn’t help but convulse, what I thought was happening, was happening, I just didn’t think it would be this good. He made me go “ohhhh”, I didn’t think I could scream like that, I never did. But it was so good!
His lips moved, his tongue leaving a hint of percolation on my neck before landing on my shoulder, sliding, navigating my shoulder blades. Concentrating on the groove in the middle of my spine, along my spine, he flowed down, tasting me in glimpses, driving my muscles to twist and twitch. Licking my backside, it’s so sore, so itchy! He …… his lips finally on my ass, he sipped and actually opened those cherry lips to leave a sting on the tip of my buttocks with his bejeweled teeth. Oh! Here he comes, the tip of his tongue probing into the crack of my ass.
I couldn’t help but contract my ass and clamp down on that deft tongue. His breath flowed warmly over the crack of my ass and I let go of my muscles again, it was really nice. His tongue came over and he wrapped his lips around there and then flicked the tip of his tongue against those soft folds of flesh now, and as soon as he swirled it, I cried out and voluntarily puckered my ass and spread ……
I want him so bad! I want it now! I know what it’s like to be happy, how ejaculation can hurt, and I can’t stand it! I wonder if I should get off on my own first, or should I let him get off on me first? I don’t know, I don’t have the experience yet. What should I do? I’d rather be dominated by him, but I really want to.
He had me turn around and he gazed at my cock, his fingers gently peeled back my foreskin, leaving the reddish glans exposed, then his lips landed on my glans and kissed it with a crunching “ta-da.”…… His cherry lips opened up, forming a marvelous O shape.
I watched, watched as my glans disappeared between those tender lips, spreading his open. Oh, it was a refreshing coolness, his saliva soaking my flame and the tongue that came wrapped around it, the tip of his tongue picking its way past the somewhat shy slit in the middle of the glans and then combing back in, and then he spread his tongue and pressed and his lips wrapped tightly around my cock and sucked. I was holding my stomach, sweating profusely, and all over my body, and my cold hairs felt like they were going to fall off with the sweat, but I didn’t care, I was going to be like this, I was going to keep going, and when that time came, go for an explosion.
His head moved, his lips and tongue moved, he gulped, his hands looped over and cupped my hips, rubbing them up, his fingertips still lingering in the crack of my ass, he teased my asshole good-naturedly, he was mobilizing me, all ……
I leaned dead against the bamboo, letting it press against my face as I greedily claimed it. My body was shaking, unchecked, but good. It was as if I was tied down, bound by the whirling pleasure. I’m so soft, so light, I’m in danger of being blown away by the wind at any moment, that’s what he’s doing, isn’t it?
I’m coming! Don’t you leave me! How can I live without you? You ……
I reached out my arms to embrace him when they were empty.
I was still squirming and writhing on my body, all that friction soothing my aching muscles, all those cold limbs soothing me, my left hand still on my cock, a wet, greasy mess, I was erupted, my body still spasming slightly with exhaustion.
The cool wind blew on my face, the bamboo leaves fluttered in front of me, and through the gaps in the leaves was the deep, unfathomable night.
He wasn’t there for me, I was just addicted again.
The feelings of loss and emptiness surrounded me without boundaries, and the orgasm I had just had seemed to fuel these emotions that were driving me crazy, to tear me apart.
I can’t do it without him! I know that too well.
When did I become so passive? Do I wait for him to give? Didn’t I always face my desires with courage? Including the impulse in the snowy mountains. Impulses in the snowy mountains? What was that all about? Don’t fucking think about anything else, just figure out what’s in front of you! Yes, why am I so cowardly in front of him? I have no more worries in my mind, I want to be with him so much, why do I just stay like that, waiting for him to bestow? Aren’t you the sharpest arrow sent from heaven to the world? Why are you cowardly?
“Hey, what are you doing?”
Human voice! Oh, my God! Who is it?
I followed the direction of the voice and saw a caller sitting on the ground rubbing his feet, his eyes were so bright, he was so scruffy, but so divine, I’d seen him before.
He saw it? He must have seen it! He knows my secret! He has to die!
I peeled the snake off my body and sat up. Reaching up, I wiped the sweat from my face and the nagging in my mind. I looked at him, not moving.
When I want to kill someone, I do. I know the most effortless way is to strike when the opponent is unprepared, and if I jeer, then my opponent will be on the defensive, and that takes quite a bit of effort, it’s an assassin’s instinct.
But I can’t help myself, his gaze is so curious, he ogles my body with impunity and he laughs. What the fuck are you laughing at? Is it funny? Is he laughing at me? All the more reason to die!
“See what?”
I tilted my head back, stretched my arms comfortably, and closed my eyes.
“Oh? You’re a pretty frank guy. How’s it going, are you comfortable?”
He grinned and took his foot rubbing hand back to pick his nose, and moved his foot towards me to move his toes, looking quite energized.
“Not bad.”
I find my pants and slowly slip them on, then I find my shoes and carefully tie them, re-tie my bindings, I’m in no hurry to put on my top, killing someone naked is fine.
“Thinking about women?”
He looked at me with interest, still smiling, but his eyes were a little different.
“In fact, when I think of women, I also …… hee hee ~ it’s all men, there’s nothing wrong with it.”
“What’s the name?”
The tie-downs are almost done. Almost is not good enough. You have to be meticulous.
“My name is Hong Qi. And you are?”
I ignored him and just concentrated on having to tie my legs and regulate my internal energy.
Hong Qi? Right, the star of my destiny, as if the name would never be forgotten even now, maybe forever. Now he’s still around, then I didn’t get to kill him at that moment.
“You’re not very talkative?”
Hong Qi has already chattered a whole lot, as if he’s exchanging masturbation tips with me.
It was like he said he was captured by a woman and couldn’t get over it, but he didn’t have the courage to face the girl, so bitter.
Your fucking bitterness is not the same as my old man’s, and I don’t like to hear you rant, you won’t be bitterness anytime soon because you’re going to have to die, and I’ve got my straps on, come on.
I stood up, as if nothing had happened, whistled for my snake child quietly over to surround Hong Qi in the center, and then I crouched down, as if looking for something, but I was in the operation of my “toad kung fu”. Of course, we have to go all out, this Hong Qi is Lin Chao Ying’s concern, also come to participate in the Mount Hua sword, and ……
“Oh, where did you get all these snakes? Tsk, this Bamboo Leaf Green doesn’t taste bad, brother, do you want to try it?”
Hong Qi also acted as if nothing had happened, he seemed to still be quite interested in those snakes, but he stood up pretending to be scared, and glanced at me as if he had no intention of doing so.
I did it ……
How did that fight end? I can’t quite remember. I couldn’t kill him, it was a pain in my heart, and anyway, I hated him.
“I’ve heard that the Tiannan Duan Clan’s Yi Yang Finger is unrivaled in the world, and I’ve seen it today, and it really lives up to its name.”
The clear voice of Lin Chaoying came from the courtyard of the Jinglin Temple, and my heart beat wildly again, and I couldn’t help but quicken my pace.
“Brother Lin’s this swordsmanship is unique, is really a wondrous flower in the martial arts, Duan Zhixing today is also an eye-opener, look at Brother Lin’s lightweight seems to be Luoyang Luanghuan Yajiu’s kung fu, but this swordsmanship, forgive Zhixing’s eyesight is clumsy, really don’t know where it comes from.”
He grinned and took his foot rubbing hand back to pick his nose, and moved his foot towards me to move his toes, looking quite energized.
“Not bad.”
I find my pants and slowly slip them on, then I find my shoes and carefully tie them, re-tie my bindings, I’m in no hurry to put on my top, killing someone naked is fine.
“Thinking about women?”
He looked at me with interest, still smiling, but his eyes were a little different.
“In fact, when I think of women, I also …… hee hee ~ it’s all men, there’s nothing wrong with it.”
“What’s the name?”
The tie-downs are almost done. Almost is not good enough. You have to be meticulous.
“My name is Hong Qi. And you are?”
I ignored him and just concentrated on having to tie my legs and regulate my internal energy.
Hong Qi? Right, the star of my destiny, as if the name would never be forgotten even now, maybe forever. Now he’s still around, then I didn’t get to kill him at that moment.
“You’re not very talkative?”
Hong Qi has already chattered a whole lot, as if he’s exchanging masturbation tips with me.
It was like he said he was captured by a woman and couldn’t get over it, but he didn’t have the courage to face the girl, so bitter.
Your fucking bitterness is not the same as my old man’s, and I don’t like to hear you rant, you won’t be bitterness anytime soon because you’re going to have to die, and I’ve got my straps on, come on.
I stood up, as if nothing had happened, whistled for my snake child quietly over to surround Hong Qi in the center, and then I crouched down, as if looking for something, but I was in the operation of my “toad kung fu”. Of course, we have to go all out, this Hong Qi is Lin Chao Ying’s concern, also come to participate in the Mount Hua sword, and ……
“Oh, where did you get all these snakes? Tsk, this Bamboo Leaf Green doesn’t taste bad, brother, do you want to try it?”
Hong Qi also acted as if nothing had happened, he seemed to still be quite interested in those snakes, but he stood up pretending to be scared, and glanced at me as if he had no intention of doing so.
I did it ……
How did that fight end? I can’t quite remember. I couldn’t kill him, it was a pain in my heart, and anyway, I hated him.
“I’ve heard that the Tiannan Duan Clan’s Yi Yang Finger is unrivaled in the world, and I’ve seen it today, and it really lives up to its name.”
The clear voice of Lin Chaoying came from the courtyard of the Jinglin Temple, and my heart beat wildly again, and I couldn’t help but quicken my pace.
“Brother Lin’s this swordsmanship is unique, is really a wondrous flower in the martial arts, Duan Zhixing today is also an eye-opener, look at Brother Lin’s lightweight seems to be Luoyang Luanghuan Yajiu’s kung fu, but this swordsmanship, forgive Zhixing’s eyesight is clumsy, really don’t know where it comes from.”
It turned out that the fire-like young man was called Duan Zhixing, some kind of Tiannan Duan Clan master.
“This sword technique is something that Little Brother came up with on his own to play with, and in Brother Duan’s eyes it could make a mockery of the Fang family.”
“Where, where, Brother Lin’s great talent, I am really in awe. Although this sword technique is still young, but the whimsical ideas in it are really unrivaled, and it will surely become a great master of the sword technique.”
“Brother Duan is flattering, but he’s spoiling little brother.”
His gaze passed faintly over me standing in front of the temple gate without seeming to linger for a moment, but a more or less mysterious smile crossed his face.
Is that for me? What does it mean? I stood there, smitten.
“Little Brother also has a set of quite fun palm techniques, Little Brother has taken a name called ‘Skyrocket Style’, I wonder if Brother Duan is interested in sparring in?”
“This is wonderful!”
Duan Zhixing’s eyes looked exuberant, as if fresh martial arts were the most important thing to him.
Lin Chaoying left, and the night was already very late.
I couldn’t help myself. I went after them.
He wasn’t going very fast on his white horse, as if he was navigating the dark, dark night.
I followed, I just followed, countless times I wanted to go over and stop him, and countless times I suppressed my thoughts.
What am I going to say? That I want to be with him? Isn’t that too wildly contrary?
It would be nice if something happened! For example, if he meets any danger, I can appear in his most critical moment, so that he can remember me. As if it’s not easy to do ah, his martial arts is very high, although it is not as good as me, or callow and Duan Zhixing, but it is already very strong, in the jianghu can rarely encounter danger.
He was bitten by a snake? I’m afraid that’s a good idea. I’m afraid it’s not a good enough idea. How could he be bitten by a snake with his kung fu? That’s right, his horse! His horse doesn’t know kung fu. Isn’t that a bit mean? Just to make him to me resignation, I will …… have what? Otherwise, I’m afraid he’ll just disappear in my life, he really seems to have neglected me. I can’t tolerate being ignored, especially by him, just fuck! I can’t apologize for myself!
Summoning snakes isn’t hard. I have so many ways to do it. I’m ready.
He stopped, disrupting my setup.
“What are you doing sneaking around after me?” He smiled, turning his face to me on the horse.
All the plans were over, and my head was a mess, and I was left gasping for air, and I just looked at him, and felt my ears buzzing, and my limbs were going limp while my body was shivering, and it was really unproductive to look at him, but I couldn’t help it, not at all. That displaced divine light caught me, he’s smiling at me, that gaze is so soft.
“Is that how you like to sneak around? Don’t you forget, you’re a hero then.”
A hero? My God! That’s what he said to me, more than ten thousand taels of gold, more than a city of jade, more than all the accolades! I’m so light, so airy, I’m gasping for air, I can’t help but walk toward him, like a puppet at his mercy, and I’d rather be.
“What’s wrong with you? Your face is so red.”
He stopped laughing and got off his white horse, his hand holding the reins, and for the first time he kept his gaze so carefully on me, on his face, in his eyes, and for the first time he had me in his eyeballs.
My mouth was dry, I was panting like a cow, and my chest was heaving violently.
Nearer, nearer. I can’t get any closer. I’d be blaspheming him, wouldn’t I? He doesn’t seem to like it when I get too close. Stop.
“Like me?”
He said that out of the blue.
Like thunder, like lightning. What’s lightning on a clear night? Really, I’m not blind at all, it feels like I’ve been hit. I can’t take my eyes off his smiling phoenix eyes, I can’t take my eyes off his playful cherry lips, I can’t take my eyes off the faint smile at the corner of his mouth, I can’t take my eyes off the pear swirl on his left cheek that caught me. It was all mine! He knows I like him! My God! What am I going to do? What do I say? Where do I put my hand?
He stopped smiling again and re-surveyed me quite curiously, a little worried.
“Are you sad?”
Am I sad? I just can’t breathe enough, and my head is spinning, and all I hear is, “Like me? Like me? Like me, like me, like me, like me, like me, like me, like me, like me, like me, like me, like me, like me. I just feel my hands and feet are tingling, hot blood running around, running so much that I want to float up, so light. Am I sad? Not at all! I’m dying to be around him like this! Am I sad? A little bit, just now I thought of bad ideas, just now I wanted to risk blasphemy him, if I had known that he knew me like this, I …… I really regret it.
“Silly, ignore you, I’m leaving.”
That divine light fluttered for a moment, the corners of his mouth and eyes lifted, the pearly swirls that mesmerized me made my heart pound again, and he left a broad, somewhat rancorous smile, his hand wrenched the bridle of the saddle, his foot threaded the stirrups, and he was about to …… after a single flutter.
All the muscles in my body jumped and my person jumped over, I don’t know where the courage came from, I hugged him from behind with a death grip ……
I can’t tell you what it felt like, but I felt like my eyes and head went blank, and all I had was the …… in my arms.
I went down, I ignored his martial arts and his holiness, I couldn’t help it. His elbow-hammer and the flying foot that came back at me left several marks on my waist and ribs and head in an instant. I would have been too dazed to think of resisting, and in front of him, I was defenseless.
“I’ll kill you!”
His eyebrows rose, his face swelled red, his eyes were troubled, and besides his annoyance he had a little petulance, a little alarm, his lips quivered, and his jaw …… was more of that sword in his hand, but it was as if he had not become a dark specter like the sword.
Die? I haven’t thought about it. But death by his sword, I thought about. I have this scene in my rhapsody, where I’m so mad I can’t control myself, and I offend him, and he turns into a sword and frees me from my thoughts. Will it hurt? I don’t know.
I’ve forgotten what it’s like to even get hurt since I’ve been practicing my martial arts, let alone the feeling of a sword going through my body. Maybe it’ll be cool? It’s possible. I think my blood is a little too hot to burn for my own good.
“You’re not afraid to die?”
His sword hesitated, his gaze was messed up.
“You can’t say a word! You’re mute!”
He threw his sword to the ground, turned around, paused, and covered his cheeks with his hands, his shoulders twitching.
What happened to him? How did his voice change? How did he suddenly lose his chivalrous demeanor? Did he ……? But none of that mattered, I had to do what he said.
“You kill me, killing me won’t change the fact that I like you.”
It hurts so much to finally say it! I’m so excited I’m going to faint, literally.
IV. Willingness to do for you
I thought I saw her again, I thought.
It’s a bit like that. The demeanor is a bit like that.
My head was spinning, my heart was flying, my breath …… everything was too clear, clear as if I was right back to that time when the time machine carried me back, to my past to find myself. I was that way in the past, I would love, I would be obsessed, I would be troubled, I would be …… How is it that I am now left to be troubled?
The leaping embers lit up my face and jumped about in my eyes.
The wind remains the same, the rain remains the same, and the stormy and broken temple remains the same.
The people in front of me were different, they were young.
Their youth is so enviable that it kind of drives me crazy. How good it is to be young, so intense and carefree, even if you make a mistake, you can still remedy it because there is time to do so. Time is a luxury around young people, but can it really be remedied? That mistake.
The poignancy in the proud little girl’s eyes grew thicker as she gazed unseeingly at Lu Zhan Yuan who had tensed the lines of his face.
That gaze, again, was familiar to me, so warm and helpless at the same time, expecting something, waiting for something, resenting something ……
The little daughter-in-law called Yuan Zhi was covered by Lu Zhan Yuan’s erect body, what was she thinking?
Lu Zhan Yuan’s eyes had a little panic in them, he blocked between Yuan Zhi and that little girl, he frowned tightly, he didn’t look at that little girl, he was shivering a little bit from nervousness.
“Zhan Yuan, you left me for her?”
Tears welled up in the little girl’s eyes, and she clenched her lips to control her grief, but the tip of her nose was red, her face was so pale, the corners of her mouth were twitching, and her eyes were about to break.
“Mo Chou …… love is gone, love is gone, you and I are destined to end, you should know. Lu Zhan Yuan reckless a husband, original also not worthy ……”
“Is it so? Love is gone, love is really gone, and my destiny with you is over and done with?”
The little girl lowered her head and shifted a bit, reaching out to hold onto the post beside her and pressing her head against the back of her hand, as if trying to find something to lean on.
A moment.
The little girl’s head lifted, her eyebrows raised, her eyes flickered as she forced herself to look at Lu Zhanyuan, letting the pearl with the broken thread fall, flutter and shatter.
“In what way am I not as good as her? You say I’m not as beautiful as He Yuanzhi? My body is not as good as hers? My martial arts skills are not as good as hers? My heart for you ……”
“Mo Chou!” Lu Zhan Yuan lowered his head deeply, his body trembling violently. “Yuan Zhi is indeed inferior to you in everything, and I am inferior to you in everything, I ……”
“Hahaha~” the little girl laughed, her laugh with a sobbing voice that could penetrate one’s heart when mixed with the meditative sounds of the wind and rain.
“Mo Chou, don’t hurt yourself like this.” Lu Zhan Yuan couldn’t help but step forward with one foot, but as he landed he shuddered and held himself upright, his hands clenched into fists.
He Yuan Zhi’s hand reached out and stopped in mid-air, she didn’t go to pull Lu Zhan Yuan’s lapel, and her tears slipped down.
What person has this story also happened to? Who? I’m holding my head and playing with it, and I can’t remember, but I know I’ve seen something like this before, I’ve really seen it before! It’s this relative helplessness.
Fucking karma! Who made the rules? How much is karma worth per pound? Huh? Somebody tell me! I like her. Why can’t I be with her? Why not? I’m Shiri! Did I hurt her? Or did she hurt me? Is it necessary to find the answer? Wouldn’t it be worse to find it? It’s possible. I’ve experienced it.
“You like me?”
Who? Who’s talking to me? Why does this voice sound so familiar? It’s a voice I’ll never forget.
Where is this? Where?
Where’s the wind? It’s still there. How come it’s not so grim?
Where’s the rain? Where’s the temple? Did it fall down?
What’s wrong with me?
Who is it that stands before me? The night-like green shirt, the astonished eyes, the peerless cheeks that still had remnants of petulance and embarrassment, the sword that fell at my feet, as cold as water.
Where’s that little girl called Mo Chou? Where are Lu Zhan Yuan and He Yuan Zhi?
I’m back, it’s the girl of my dreams, and she’s now a man who’s got me in his clutches. It’s great to be seeing her again.
“Like.”
The words came out of my mouth, and I didn’t know my voice could be so low and determined. It turns out that it takes a lot of courage to express your heart, and the strength is spent on the decision, then the voice is low.
It really takes a good deal of courage, he stood in front of me, stood in my heart for a long time, his green shirt is flowing, gorgeous, to die for a fluttering gentleman. What about me? I want him for a long time, to hell is I am a …… also a man.
I know that’s a shocking thing to say. Men like men, it’s not a dream, is it? But what can I do? I like it, and I don’t want to lie to myself, I’m thinking about him, I’ve longed countless times for his kisses, for his touch, and at the same time, I’ve wanted to touch his body countless times, and I want to …… I can’t lie to myself, and I can’t lie to him, and what happens if I tell him? What if he rejects me? I wonder if there is someone else who can come and take his place in my heart?
It’s actually replaceable, the passion in your heart will change with time and situation, and anything is forgotten, not forgotten, but faded away. I have this experience.
Passion can also be crushed by outside pressures, contempt, disbelief, alienation of friends, loathing of loved ones, and after a lot of experience, then even you are guilty of thinking you’ve done something that violates the laws of heaven. I have experienced this.
But I can’t help myself, I don’t want to think about later, I have to be true to myself now. I like him, yes, I want to touch him, I want to be good with him, that’s all right, that’s what’s going on in my heart.
I just thought it. I said it. What’s wrong with that? Who says I’m wrong? It’s none of your business what I do! God? Thief God, come down and have a good game with me! You use your five-finger mountain, I’ll use my fire, let’s have a good game! I’ll do it! You think I’m afraid of you? You’re afraid of me, aren’t you? You’re afraid of me? Does it matter who’s afraid of who? What matters is that I can’t fool myself.
It was really courageous to say it, feeling lighter and heavier at the same time, and I knew I had to take on everything I said, including the punishment, and I was ready.
He stared into my eyes as if he couldn’t believe it.
I wasn’t timid at all, it was the first time I’d faced him so openly, his eyes, he was so beautiful, he’d set my fire on fire, it was up to him to put it out for me, it was up to.
He has me in his eyeballs, and I must have him in mine, and he has been dancing in my heart for a long, long …… time I am going to lose control of myself!
My worst fears didn’t happen, he didn’t come to mock me, he was so nice!
He’s just a little panicked, his eyes are about to go haywire, his lips are quirking and he doesn’t know what to say, his chest is rising and falling violently, he’s panting hard, he’s dodging the flames that I’m burning past him, he’s afraid of me?
I was so set, my eyes must have been scorching I thought, my lips quirked not knowing what to say to him, and my chest rose and fell violently as I panted hard, I was catching his evasive mind, I wanted him!
“Don’t you come over here!”
His hand was propped on my chest, his other hand resting on his forehead, his eyes closed, averting his face, a strand of soft silk sliding down to cover half his cheek, he was going to hide in it, he was becoming hazy, disoriented, uncertain.
I grabbed his hand, afraid he would drift away from my eyes again. His hand was so soft, but a little cold. It would be warm, wouldn’t it? With my body heat.
He panicked and made to pull his hand back.
I won’t let go, I’ll let his hand be on my heart, let him know how stirring my heartbeat is all over the place, and that’s for him.
“Spread out! You spread your hands! You let go of me!”
His face swelled red, he didn’t dare to look me in the eye, he just made an effort to break away.
“You see I’m real.”
I just stubbornly anchored his hand to my heart.
His left palm came down, chopping into my shoulder.
What’s wrong with me? Why did half of my body suddenly go numb? The scenery in front of me seems to have changed? Did I fall? Are my fingers slipping off his hand? Are his hands really that smooth? Yes, it is quite slippery, greasy, soft, but not to stay hands, this is the first time I touched his skin, his hands ……
“No you …… are not allowed!” He wrenched the saddle and flew away to his horse now, he bit his lip, he didn’t dare look at me, he just glanced at me out of the corner of his eye. “You? You ……” His eyes came over and he saw me lying straight on the ground.
I lay straight, staring at him without moving a muscle. I wasn’t hurt, but my heart was a little broken, he was rejecting me. His rejection burned my fire even hotter, and I couldn’t control my desire, I wanted it now, whether he wanted it or not! Right! Just fuck. I think I can do it, I’ve seen how people do it, I shouldn’t be a problem, just be gentle when the time comes.
I’m not moving because I want to succeed in one go, he’s a bit flustered but he’s a very strong martial arts expert after all, if we fight, I don’t know when it’ll be over, and there’ll be a rift between us that can’t be healed, and I’m prepared to sneak up on him provided he doesn’t walk away immediately.
He didn’t leave, he sat on his horse, a little overwhelmed. I couldn’t quite read his emotions, he seemed annoyed and irritated, but at the same time a little concerned for me, his gaze was confused.
“Hey, are you really done?” He got off his horse, “It can’t be that bad, can it? I just …… Did I hit you too hard? You can’t mess around with me.” He was a little nervous when he saw that my face was suddenly very red, the rise and fall of my chest and stomach became violent, and my eyes became painfully abnormal. He knew that his internal energy was very special, and that the slap just now had really already used seven layers of power, would it really hurt? His hand came over to number my pulse gate ……
I sat up, the crazy thoughts becoming overwhelming, but seeing his messy eyes, I really kind of couldn’t bring myself to touch him.
What he was saying, I couldn’t hear at all, he was saying something to me very hard, I saw his lips moving, I also saw his face was very red, he was very anxious and annoyed, but he couldn’t move.
My pointing technique is very special, and those who don’t know the trick, no matter how good their martial arts skills are, they can’t unlock the acupuncture points themselves. He has fallen into my hands, to the fact that it is right in front of us. Can’t be on the main road, how embarrassing to be encountered by others. There won’t be anyone here in the middle of the night. I can’t wait. I can’t wait. There’s a lot of gravel on the road. It’s going to hurt. Yeah, I’ll have to go into the woods. The grass looks soft there.
I reached down and copied the crook of his leg, holding the back of his neck with one hand, and picked him up across the body, he was really so light and soft yet, his legs …… through the pants of some fabric, I felt the softness of his legs, the fingertips felt very different, there was indeed a softness to them, even though his legs were also firm. The contact made my breathing and heartbeat increase exponentially, lol! How many times! I’m going to fulfill my dream, I masturbate with him in my mind, and now ……
Is that really necessary? Do I really want to hurt him? He no longer speaks or looks at me, his head hangs back, his body doesn’t respond, and I hear something tiny fluttering down, splashing and wetting the yellow road. His neck stretches and becomes red, so soft, the meridians in his neck are now visible, pulsing, his jaw twitches, his hands hang down, he’s so soft. Do I really have to do that? I’m going to fulfill my desires on his body? I wanted it so badly, so badly! I can’t help myself. I can’t help it! My cock is up and my body is in a state of arousal. Other than that, what can I do to get him? I have no other way.
I had him leaning against the trunk of a tree now, and I had him in my arms as I squeezed my body against his. Oooh! This body is so soft! My hands were behind his back, and I felt those resistances, and more wonderful sensations than I could have imagined, as my hands anxiously stroked his body. I …… He’s weeping yet, just so silently. His eyes are empty and unfocused, his face is so cold, his lips are stubbornly closed, his lips are so cold, and there are those troubled trembles …… Ah! Ah – what shall I do ah!
“You’re the devil.” His voice reminded me coldly in my ear.
I froze, yeah, it wasn’t the first person to say something like that to me.
I remember that summer day, I remember her …… she seemed to be in a bit of a trance after I left her body.
There was silence for quite a while, a long time I think.
The orgasm and exhaustion still suffused my body, my mind was a mess, and I was so swayed by my fascination that I violated the goddess of my heart. I violated, but it was good. How good? I can’t say yet.
But that moment, that whole time, I broke free in my struggle, I had no scruples, I had no restraints, I was happy, mad, addicted, and it was so nice to savor that fresh skin, that body heat, that slightly salty liquid, her tears, her saliva, her fluids, her passion ignited by my wildness, and her struggle. I could relate to my struggles, too, and I felt like I was committing a crime with every inch of that fresh skin I touched.
I don’t feel guilty since I did it, but it seems as if everyone would think I was committing a crime, even I kind of believe it myself. She must have thought so too, as if she were the wife of a man with whom I had a very intimate relationship, as if she were. It was as if it was natural that a woman who was a wife should be faithful, and in fact it was.
But I couldn’t help being attracted to her, I couldn’t restrain myself from desiring her, I wanted her and was only happy that way. It seemed as if she had not really escaped from my blaze either, she had …… just now also broken free by forgetting something at that very moment, but she had awakened a little earlier than I had, and her expression was one of weeping and remorse.
Seeing her tears broke my heart a little. I was happy, but what had I broken that she had been abiding by, had I hurt her?
I went over and let her lean on my shoulder. She refused for a moment at first, but immediately leaned her cool body into my arms, letting my arms encircle her.
“What’s done is done, and I’ll take responsibility for it ……”
“No!” She broke away in panic and reached over to cover my lips, her eyes were pleading, “Please, Ernie, don’t ……”
Don’t what come? I can’t remember. It was as if we were discussing a very serious topic, and the topic seemed to be centered on a man.
“Then don’t blame yourself, I’ll leave, and I’ll take the blame.”
I put my clothes back on, I couldn’t stand her injuries, I felt like my existence was a mistake, I was interrupting her life and hurting her, then I should leave.
“No!” She lunged and wrapped her arms around my legs, “Don’t leave me, Ernie.”
I’m confused, my presence is causing her and me pain, so why won’t she let me go again?
“Don’t go, I can’t betray him, but I can’t live without you either, I need you.”
Yeah? Why are you so conflicted? You’ve got me conflicted too. How are we gonna get on with the rest of our lives?
How did you spend it? It seemed like a very exciting time. We did everything we could to find an opening. Yes, we did everything we could. We were like rats in the dark. We couldn’t see the light. We usually pretended to cover up, and once the man wasn’t there, or his eyes weren’t focused, my hand and her hand, my body and her body, we were entangled. “Sin shall be ours to bear together.” That’s what she said. She said it more, and I believed it. I believed it was sin, but I suddenly realized that sin was a really, really exciting feeling, very, very exciting.
There is a shadow, but that shadow seems to fascinate me so much, there is a burden in my heart, a shadow, so I try to find with my actions the sensations that will allow me to dodge away from the shadow chasing me, the sex, and the blood, and the money, and the lust. Heh heh ~ is that funny? She is also the same, she I have seen the first, as if it is also the only one in the holy and immaculate goddess of honor inside the hidden desire, and dare to come to face their own desire of the woman, her bravery so that I can not refuse. In fact, it was I, the boy who didn’t know better, who developed her bravery, but she didn’t run away from it, and so she was important to me.
The devil, I’m a devil, that’s what she said, she’s the first person to say that about me, she said I scare her but she can’t stay away. Why? She didn’t tell me.
He said the same thing about me, and I haven’t …… I’m still struggling, and I’m the devil?
What am I struggling with? Not quite sure. My desires are egging me on, my heart is pitying him, and my head, a voice is trying to call me back, don’t let me get too crazy, but I can’t help myself, I’m turning my back on the life under the halo, and it seems as if I’d rather seek out the darkness.
To like a boy is to go in search of darkness? I don’t know. I guess raping him is looking for the darkness? I don’t know! He attracted me so much that I had nowhere to hide. In between, I went to brothels to get rid of my sexuality, I went to prostitutes, but he was all I could think about, and sex became boring, really.
In between, to relieve my sexual desires, I masturbated, and in addition I made use of my familiar snakes to let them entangle my body, and while the process was very engrossing for me, I was so empty after it was over. Now, he is right in front of me and can get as much as I want, how do I ……?
I’m the devil. Is it possible that if I’m stubborn and do it, he’ll be like her? It’s possible. I’ve had experience.
I cupped his face and stared, it felt so wonderful in my hands, I could feel his nervous wariness, see his panicked eyes, taste those panicked dodges.
I went over to him and gently went to lick his cheek, gently starting with his forehead and then his eyebrows.
Oh, I love his proud eyebrows so much, and now that faint slanting flight of them leaves a touch on my tongue that I can’t forget, bringing a hint of astringent lightness to my tongue.
Oh, I love his eyes so much, those proud, bright phoenix eyes, his eyelids moving gently, his eyes moving, his lashes moving too! I gently took his lashes and moistened them with the tip of my tongue, and with the tip of my tongue I tenderly caressed the restlessly rolling orbs.
Oh, I loved that trimmed nose, his nostrils nervously opening and closing, the cool tip of his nose. I wrapped my lips around the small, playful tip of that nose and flicked it with the tip of my tongue, then licked and flicked his nose again.
I could clearly feel his breathing become rapid, he didn’t seem to be resisting anymore, his eyes were lowered, his lips quirked up and his breath became a little hotter.
Oh, I loved his lips so much, so tender and moist. I sucked his upper lip over, tasting it very carefully through and through, holding it gently in my teeth and licking. When I let go, his upper lip popped back, and I saw the mesmerizing splash of red, and his messy eyes peeked out for a moment, kind of creepy, what was he pondering? Never mind that, I went back to his bottom lip.
My hand felt the smoothness and quiver and the marvelous softness of his skin. My hand shivered, sliding over his cheek, afraid to push. I was worried that if I tried harder he’d be broken, he was that tender.
Due to the movement of his hands, his lips moved, he didn’t seem to be resisting my kiss, his teeth were pried open by my tongue …… I could hear him breathing, I could smell the sweet, warm flavor, I could still hear his heartbeat and mine, I could so much as hear our skin rubbing against each other, and I could so much as hear the expansion of our pores The sound of our pores expanding.
My hand slid down to his neck, I could clearly feel his pulsing, his softness, his neck was really slim and beautiful, the pulsing was really wonderful, his neck was already a little warm, hot.
I heard the marvelous sound of his throat rolling, heard the murmur that was gathering at the end of his nose, I tasted his sweet, cool saliva now, I caught his tongue.
Oh, that tongue is so flavorful and tender, and he’s still dodging, he can’t dodge it. My tongue kept chasing, finding the base of his tongue, then licking down his tongue, then flicking his tongue ……
“Hmph~” the murmur from the end of his nose finally came out, his tongue finally complied, his lips no longer so helplessly insistent, and it was as if he was kissing me back!
His breath was hot now, and his cheeks were hot, and his body …… his gaze became momentarily misty and trancey, and hot at the same time.
My hand was on his shoulder now, and I had another hand slipped into his collar now, and I felt the delicate skin now, felt the hint of a shake.
Fiercely, he began to resist, he did everything he could, he bit me!
Ouch!
I covered my mouth, I just couldn’t face him, I came to my senses, the pain wiped out my lust, but I wasn’t having it.
The strange thing was that he seemed to be thinking about something, and he was thinking so hard.
The wind at night was cool, leaving a chaotic murmur as it swept through the treetops. The forest was mysterious at night, filled with dark shadows that made one worry that a terrible hand might reach out somewhere and grab someone.
The night sky is very lively, the clouds rolled, randomly changing shape. The moon wanders among the clouds, hidden, so dark, shyly showing a little face, so leaving a shy, clear glow, charming, colorful, as if it were just peeking a little, seeing what the earth is doing to make her shy, and she smiles daintily, and then hides again, but can’t help it, and so again, at some point, she shows her eyes from among the clouds, and looks again at the ……
The white horse leisurely grazed outside the forest, from time to time with those big pure and transparent eyes curiously look at the story of the forest. The tops of the trees swept over whatever animal was traveling at night, startling the perched birds of prey and raucously ……
“What the hell are you doing–“
Lin Chaoying suddenly shouted out at me with all his strength. His cherry lips still retained the red color of the wild kiss of the party, his shell teeth flashed in the moonlight that occasionally surfaced, his phoenix eyes were closed tightly, his eyebrows were wrinkled tightly, and his nose was ……
“I want you!”
I didn’t hesitate, but my tongue was bitten and I couldn’t speak very well, and my eyes didn’t hesitate at all.
“I’m begging you, leave me alone, we’re not going to make it.”
Tears barred his eyes, his aggravation and pettiness were just ……
I swooned, it wasn’t the first time I’d seen him shed a tear, but I didn’t think he’d actually cry like a little girl, and he so made me want to pamper him, to hug him, but not to fuck him.
“I really like you, and if you want to see my heart, that’s fine.”
I couldn’t help myself, I couldn’t let him aggravate himself anymore, I couldn’t. I went over and undid his acupuncture points, then I ripped my shirt off as soon as I could, leaving my chest exposed. The place where the heart socket is really pulsating, “thud, thud ……”, that’s my ……
He covered his face and slowly crouched down along the trunk of the tree, “whimpering”.
It’s over, it’s over! My heart went out of my mouth, I was at a loss for words. This is all my doing, I hurt him, I really hate myself, I want to wipe away his tears, but I don t have that right now, I am cheap, I am disgusting, I …… where is his sword? Give it to him, and let him stab me to death!
I bawled my eyes out, then found a tree and banged my head against the trunk. My head is so fucking strong, it seems to be fine even if I hit it like that, oh, it’s a little bit broken, bleeding, it doesn’t seem to hurt much, and when the blood flows out, it’s quite comfortable, I’m so fucking cheap!
“Hey! Hey!” He called from behind me, and picked something to skim the back of my neck too.
He still had tears in his eyes, but they seemed less sad in those clear eyes, and he looked at me as if he were quite curious, though still huffing and puffing and with a red nose.
“You bullied me, why are you crying?”
Right in the midst of the pearly bleakness, he actually, strangely enough, exhibited a bright, eye-catching smile.
I swooned. Yeah, what the hell am I crying about!? Remorse? I don’t feel a bit of it when I see that strange smile, and I want it even more now.
“Don’t you come any closer!”
He was a little panicked, and hastily hugged himself into a ball, forgetting that he was a great martial artist, he actually held on to the collar of his coat with a death grip, and also clamped his legs tightly together, also like a frightened little girl, and his eyes were ……
I was a bit dizzy, my bright eyes were not clear at all, who wants to kill me, this is the best time. I fell to my knees with a thud, not knowing what to do.
He just stared at me so curiously, not moving a muscle.
Ryoko.
“Disgusted? Hate me.” I think I have to say something, I can’t look at him, he’s so divinely lighted and shifty I can’t figure it out.
“Eh.”
“But I really can’t control myself, that’s how I …… like you, I want you, I want you so bad I’m going crazy, I’m vilely thinking …… I can’t control myself… … “Am I being a little incoherent?
“I know.” He replied tersely, and didn’t look at me, his face hidden between his knees, and the gods had no idea what he was thinking.
“Know?” I straightened up on my knees and eyed him, trying to see into the deepest recesses of his phoenix eyes. I couldn’t believe it, what did it mean?
“Today, I’m here to seduce you, seduce you, with me.”
“Huh?” I felt like my head was going to explode.
I wasn’t stupid, I was just in love with him, I knew it. I also knew that it seemed like he had to do something to a few of us silly dudes who were attending the Huashan Sword Festival, but I didn’t know that he was actually here to seduce me with him. My god! He knew everything, even the crush on him hidden in the deepest recesses of my being.
My God! I like boys. He knows. What do I do? Why are you panicking? Doesn’t everyone know you like a boy now? What’s the big deal if you like a boy? What the hell are you panicking about? I can’t say that. I don’t seem to have any feelings for other boys besides him. For example, that crazy kid who’s so handsome, I’ve been hanging out with him all day, and I didn’t say I wanted to kiss him. I just like the one in front of me. Can’t I like one and not the other? It’s too complicated! How did it get so messed up?
I’m not stupid. I just fell in love with him. I don’t know if I’m stupid.
He lifted his head, not looking at me, but just staring ghostly into the empty space, and he settled in a daze, his left hand resting on his cheek, his face still streaked with tears.
I also fixed, I can not resist to appreciate the beauty in front of me, he is like translucent crystal …… right, is crystal, gorgeous, elegant, transparent, but also mysterious at the same time, my learning to see the growth of it …… what is behind his pure? I probably a little concept, but I do not want to confirm, I would rather he is like this, in my heart crystal.
He suddenly covered his face again and “whimpered”.
It’s really crystal then, and he’s vulnerable at the same time.
But I really can’t figure him out, he seems to be able to dominate his own emotions at will, cry when he wants to cry, laugh when he wants to laugh. I can’t, I can’t even recall how many times I’ve cried outside of today, and I don’t seem to laugh much, I think a man should be calm and collected, just now it is really remorseful to be so unproductive, and I do feel sorry for him. But …… but I can’t avoid him more and more, and I find this is a man who blossoms into splendor the closer I get, with his mystery, his stubbornness, his versatility, his bizarre purposes, and his present vulnerability. Oh my god! I seem hopeless!
V. The shocking change
“I’m better, you do it.”
Lin Chaoying then used a short moment to adjust his emotions to a completely new state. He slightly turned his body sideways, dipped his sleeve into the tear droplets at the corner of his eyes, and then ……
The moon put a ray of light over him at the right moment, illuminating a wisp danced up by the wind, which scattered the light, brightening and darkening his face, a mixture of darkness and light. His shoulders looked so thin in the moonlight, and his neck, and the afterglow he glanced at out of the corner of his eye to cover me. He seems to have suddenly changed, he is charming and sly at the same time ……
He’s better? What’s better? Yeah, he’s not sobbing anymore, the tears aren’t flowing, and it’s like he’s made a really important decision ……
Let me go? To do what? Could …… it be? I feel like I’m getting so excited that the excitement is getting to be a bit much.
But I really don’t understand, my emotions can’t turn as fast as his. I could only look at the dreamy Lin Chao Ying under the clear light.
His brow furrowed slightly, a ghost of a sigh, and then he just looked at me, with a gaze that inspired all my passions, his eyes mingling with the bright moon.
I get it. I can barely hold myself together.
There he was, waiting for me.
Close, closing in.
My hand stopped in the air, just a short bit away from his cheek, I could even feel his body heat now, I could even feel the ripple of his skin yet.
He should know that too, shouldn’t he? His eyes closed, slowly, his lashes covering the last of the glow left for me, and the rest of …… his cheeks drifted a flush, his face stretched and beautiful, so delicate it was a little startling! I looked at his lips, which were red and moist and wriggling slightly.
So close, I could feel the warmth of his nose on my fingertips now, his breath brushing the back of my hand, bringing a pang of panic to me. I could smell the faint dark scent wafting off of him, he did have that imperceptible dark scent, I knew it.
His jaw moved, his neck seemed a little uneasy, and I could see the slightest tremor. I could also see his chest rising and falling more and more violently as my fingers approached, and his shoulders seemed to be shrinking involuntarily, and his hands gripped the grass around him as hard as they could, and his legs were clenched tightly, guarding his body ……
My hand stopped in the air, just a short bit away from his cheek, and I was a little hesitant. Was this all real? It was true, he was waiting for me. Is he really ……? Stop imagining things, wouldn’t you rather be tempted by him! Yes, I’d rather be. In fact, I’ve been seduced for a long time, and I’m just waiting for this moment. This moment came, he did not despise my crazy desire, he has promised me with his eyes.
Promised what? Promised to wander with me on my journey to break free of my demons. He was ready to calm my flames with his body; he was waiting for me, so what was the hesitation? I’ve never done it that way, but I’ve seen it and I should know how to get it; and I keep thinking about it, and I’ve gotten it with him countless times in my imagination, so what’s the hesitation? He’s a hair’s breadth away from you.
He was just waiting so quietly for my touch, and I think that’s what he was waiting for.
His cheeks were beginning to be very stretched and full of warmth, despite the tearstains that still remained. I didn’t care about the tearstains, I thought they were important, and in the midst of his delicacy and femininity, they added a haggardness to him that made my heart skip a beat. That haggardness is important and fits the current scenario, he should be in need of some struggle as well ……
He got a little flustered waiting. He knew my fingers were close to him, but why the delay in touching? His eyelashes fluttered a few times, his brow shrugged a few times, his eyes peeked open a little, and he saw my scintillating gaze.
“What’s wrong with you?”
His lips moved, and his voice became soft and light, as if he wasn’t with me. His eyes rippled in the moonlight for a moment, and his squirming lips explored, actually taking hold of my fingers now. His hand came up and gently rested on my wrist.
The refreshing coolness, the warmth, the soft lips, and his shifting flow of color. I shivered as a tingling sensation quickly, and seemingly slowly, permeated my body. My ears were ringing, my head was spinning, my skin seemed to swell endlessly, muscles and nerves answering his sucking, he was really sucking on my fingers! My heart was beating wildly, “thumping” against my chest, and ……
His eyelashes flashed, his lips quirked, his teeth touched my fingers, and his tongue, which he was ……
I don’t know if this is true, can’t figure it out at all. I know crazy thoughts are swirling and racing through my body, and I can’t control myself to again! I gasped, and I felt my body shake as he seemed to become less clear in front of me, leaving only the waves of his eyes, his lips, and the feeling of my fingertips diffusing and spreading out, and a cool current grew from there in a flicker, tickling! It tickled me to my very core, and it was messing everything up for me!
The scene in front of me seemed to become blurred and so clear.
When the wind blew, his hair spread out, and his clothes seemed to be spreading out as well. The moon shone on his shoulders, his crystalline skin reflecting the moon’s splendor on my face and in my eyes. I feasted my eyes on the fantastical flow, his shoulders, his arms, his chest …… The heart’s sockets were vibrantly throbbing with a beating heart, and his chest was opening up to me, telling me that he wanted me too …… His belly, his …… He turned around.
His back is really beautiful, although he is a bit skinny, but that line is smooth and elegant; his waist, his hips, his legs …… Wow! What am I supposed to do? Don’t I know how to get it?
“What’s wrong with you?” His voice drifted ghostly in my ear again.
His breath brushed the end of my nose, and his lips were leaving my fingers, the tips of them carrying a hint of the connecting threads that connected with his cherry lips, bright in the moonlight. His eyes held an astringent shyness and a little something I didn’t know. The humongous blush of his cheeks was like a dream. His lips, I can still see the delicate tongue ……
I pounced on him, pushed him down with all my courage and strength, pressed up against him, and …… our lips intertwined, our tongues intertwined, my skin rustling against each other, the air turning hot, and so did he.
He only panicked for an instant as his hands looped over and plunged down the back of my neck into my hair. My bun came apart and his fingers were free to weave in and out of my hair, massaging my head. He pressed my head hard against his face so that there was no gap between our lips.
My tongue stirred and caught his, so I sucked it over, holding it gently in my teeth, licking and sipping hard with my tongue as we exchanged saliva, not caring.
My body tilted against the body underneath me, and his body was really soft, soft and warm at the same time. His legs were kind of at a loss for words, but he didn’t avoid me. My body was on fire, about to melt me away. It was like his body was on fire too, that flame-like was enveloping me. Where were my hands? How was his body so different, so tender to touch?
My hand in his waist and ribs got a warm and soft feeling, oh, his waist is really thin, and his crotch …… en? Why does this feel so familiar? He’s just more elastic, and more slender. Is this an illusion? My hand balked, slid, trembled, and I touched his leg, his thigh. His leg shrinks a little, shakes a little.
It’s really soft! It felt really different from touching my own legs, even through my pants, I could already feel the glistening smoothness, and the delicate softness. My hand touched his ass! I felt the twitching of his muscles, but it was still that delicate and fluffy texture, and that delicate elasticity, and he ……?
I braced my upper body as I gasped and stared at him.
He gasped too, his eyes scattered to the side, he hesitated for a moment, then bit his lower lip and turned his head sideways, his chest rising and falling dramatically …… His hair had fallen out of its bun, and the soft, black, glossy strands of hair were spread out, a strand swept over by the wind, changing light and shadow on his lean, jade face …… I saw an indistinct little hole in his delicate earlobe.
What’s going on here? It’s a mess! Has the crazy attachment really, really blinded me? I’m not stupid! If I were stupid, why would my kung fu be so high? If I were stupid, why did I become the most dangerous assassin in the West and even in the whole world? I’m still stupid! What’s blinding me? Is the God of Thieves playing a big joke on me? I don’t regret it at all, in fact it’s a gift to me, and at the same time pacifies my epilepsy that was about to get completely twisted. I ……! My head felt such a rush of relief that even my body seemed to be going slack, which was completely unexpected, although I wasn’t afraid of my inner panic, after all, I was panicking a bit. Now, I don’t have to panic anymore, I’m in love with such an amazing girl, her name is Lin Chao Ying.
Is it true? The answer, I need that answer so badly!
My hand was on her chest and her body shook violently, she looked at me in shock, her hand flashing as she grabbed my wrist.
What’s going on? What’s that? It’s flat, but it’s not physical. What is it?
Her eyes slowly closed, and her hand held my wrist only so gently as she averted her face and just lay there obediently. Only the rise and fall of her chest became more violent, as if she could hear the stirring heartbeat. She tried hard to control her breathing, biting her lip hard.
I can’t describe what I felt inside myself at this moment, I don’t know if it was ecstasy or a bit of disappointment, it seemed to be both, but what was clearer was the wave of easy pleasure, and the heartfelt feeling of pity and even stronger longing. She was the one I had been waiting for, I thought. Why was I unable to resist being seized by her? I’m still trying to figure it out. It’s definitely not just her looks, is it? She’s actually very beautiful, but she’s not the kind of beauty that would capture my heart with her stunning looks in a heartbeat, and I’ve always been …… stupid! Is it because of her pride? Her excellence? As if it wasn’t that either. Then because of what? I can’t think clearly, the more I think about it, the more confused I get. Really, it’s fate, isn’t it? I’m just so fascinated by her for no reason at all. That’s what it seems like.
She stole another glance at me and immediately averted her gaze, probably because my expression was too odd, and she looked at me again, and just that curiously.
Crazy impulses turned to tenderness in this moment, really, I was having that feeling of being dipped in warm warm water, I was so much more awake, I was so much more tender.
I crouched down to re-crouch over her, my lips landing on her forehead in soft kisses. Sliding over her seal and landing on her lashes, flicking the tip of my tongue over her delicate eyelids feeling the roll of her eyes. Then running down the bridge of her nose, gently articulating the tip of her nose, gently biting ……
“Uh.” She hummed out softly, her eyelashes, moist from me, opening as she looked at me in disbelief. It was as if she had calmed down a bit too, she felt the change in me.
I gently cupped her face and gently pressed my palms against her cheeks to flatten them a bit. And so I’m afraid the best looking piggyback in the world was born, her lips puckered involuntarily.
I kissed up, pondering her lips.
She seemed to be trembling, her hand was at my waist now, her hand gently caressing the back of my waist, her hand was also shaking. Her gaze seems to have changed a bit as well, becoming a little alarmed, and a little troubled at the same time.
I’ve been able to accept any changes in her, and I love the ones that mesmerize me, I love them.
I smiled tenderly and kissed her tenderly on the lips, I couldn’t help but close my own eyes as I quietly enjoyed her.
The warmth lasted for a short moment, I didn’t realize that she was the one who initiated the challenge, in fact, I really wanted to just enjoy the blissful feeling.
She suddenly broke away from me.
“Hurry up if you want to get it! Don’t be such a bitch, isn’t that what you men want?”
She pushed me away, sat up, and just undid her own sash so I wouldn’t see her face.
What’s going on here? I didn’t get it. At the same time her movements are really kind of unbelievable.
There was a feeling of displeasure; it was as if I had been doused with a basin of cold water from head to toe, and the warmth and sexual desire seemed to have disappeared without a trace in that instant. There was still a bit of coldness in my heart.
What is she doing? Is she humiliating me? No, she’s just accomplishing something that’s important to her. This night, she’s the star of the show, and I’m just a pathetic little love-struck character, and having sex with me is just one of her steps, isn’t it? It’s strange how my head suddenly cleared up. I’d already thought of it, hadn’t I? I just didn’t want to think about it. Now, she’s just revealing the mystery that I don’t want to accept for me to see, right?
I feel so cold, so cold that I’m shivering a little. I’m still a little scared, really, and I’m afraid I won’t really be able to take it.
What’s wrong with me? When she was a boy, I could tolerate him doing anything to me; why am I like this when I know she’s a girl?
Turning her back, she neatly removed the already wrinkled green shirt, carefully smoothing it with her hands before folding it very carefully and setting it aside. Inside the green shirt was a moonlight-white lab coat, a fine, thick fabric of the finest quality, soft and smooth. The lab coat rippled in the wind, her shoulders, her arms, her back, her waist, the delicate lines became clear and hazy, detailed and elegant. She hesitated only for a moment, as if she was gambling and went back to unbuttoning the lab coat ……
“No need for that, anything you want to do, anything you want me to do for you, is fine.”
I averted my own eyes and stopped looking at her. I rubbed my face vigorously, feeling that my body was indeed being evacuated from that state. Game, the word popped into my head, and I felt that she was indeed playing a game, exploiting our weaknesses. She could have exploited my weaknesses quite accurately, but it was as if something had gone a little wrong and she had messed up a bit.
She stopped, froze for a moment, and turned, staring at me as if she was a little panicked.
“Really.”
I looked up at the moon that had gone back into hiding in the clouds, actually the night sky and those somewhat unreadable clouds.
“I’m serious, it’s now, and I haven’t changed, I like you.”
I do mean it, I know what’s in my heart and I can’t lie to myself. If there were stars, she was the one I wanted. I thought the feeling would fade a bit once my mind cleared, but no, it was getting stronger.
Physical desires didn’t seem to matter at all anymore, I just wanted to pamper her and make her happy. It was the first time that this feeling had been inside me, indeed the first time, that was true. In the past, I would be impulsive due to infatuation, so I went out of my way to get satisfaction, I did that.
And it seems like it’s a little different now, it seems like I kind of understand that pleasure doesn’t just come from your own feelings, but also from the person you like. It’s just as important that she’s happy or not, now, she’s willing to get naked to have sex with me, but that’s out of her plan to think that she won’t really get happy then ……
“What did you say?” She seemed like she didn’t believe me and didn’t hear me clearly.
“No need for that, I like you too.”
“Uh.” She wobbled a bit, as if she was about to fall over, but she quickly braced herself. Her brows were furrowed together as if she was thinking about something really, really hard that she couldn’t figure out. She was shaking.
I untied my own robe and went over, spreading it so she could hide inside it.
“No, no!” She tore off her robe and tossed it aside.
I looked at her delicate body, and her troubled look, and I didn’t know how to comfort her.
“You’re doing this for the Nine Yin Sutra, right? I can help you.”
I think she should be doing this for the sake of this, all her actions would not be without a purpose. A martial arts practitioner indeed cannot resist the temptation of magical martial arts, and this is no exception for me. I think Lin Chaoying is for the Nine Yin True Scriptures, right? Or maybe she wanted to be the number one in the world? That should be the highest honor a girl who practices martial arts can achieve. She loves honor that much?
She looked up and eyed me as if she couldn’t believe it.
I picked up my robe and re-draped it over her, then sat down beside her, reaching up to smooth out my own hair and smiled at her.
“I had a good plan, why did you come and mess it up!”
Lin Chaoying suddenly became anxious and her palm attacked.
“I’ll kill you!”
Is this a palm? Is this a move? Why does it seem to be a jab? I dismantled it casually. A plan? You’re doing fine. Where did I mess up? Not having sex with you? I promised you.
She’s collapsed in my arms, gasping for breath.
I stiffened a little, my hand a little further away from her shoulder, but wasn’t sure if I should just take her in my arms like that.
“Do you think I’m crazy?” Lin Chaoying’s voice trembled, and she just pressed her face against my chest, her hands holding my shoulders, her hair drifting over and swiping at my face, tickling it.
I felt so good about this, a moment when the tenderness in my heart grew anew in my body. I didn’t hesitate any longer, my hands gripped her shoulders and held her close.
“No.”
Her shoulders are so delicate, and she’s so delicate. What’s she going to do? I don’t care. Her courage took hold of me, I know.
“No?” She lifted her teary eyes and looked timidly into mine.
“Yes, I didn’t coax you.” I drew over my left hand and gently wiped the teardrops from the corners of her eyes.
“You, you ……” Her breath caught, her gaze became messy, she shivered, her expression changed and became troubled, she struggled in my arms. “…… You devil! You let go of me, I don’t want this with you!” Her voice drew up as she pushed against me harder.
I let go of my hand, knowing how distressed she must be right now. What was that anguish from? I really wanted to get rid of all her distress.
She fled a few steps away, grabbing my robe and wrapping herself in death, she stared at me, biting her lips tightly and weeping silently, the teardrops fluttering and rolling down like pearls on a broken string.
I stared at her. I didn’t know how much she really hurt inside, but I knew that this girl had been hurt so deeply, and I wanted to heal that wound. Could I? I think I can.
“You roll! Get out-” she shouted out at me with the last of her strength.
Why do you resist me so much? Is my presence an obstacle? Why can’t you rest your broken heart on my chest? Don’t you know that I can heal you? Don’t you know ……? I gazed into her eyes, which had gone all misty and empty, leaving only fear. Really fearful eyes then, what was she afraid of? Of me? Or herself?
“Roll ah–“
I took the first step, I was going to follow her in the shadows, I had to disappear from her sight, at least for now, otherwise, I feared she was going to snap out of it.
Behind me was the sound of Ceres trembling, and her rapid breathing, and I could feel her gaze on my back, as if a burning flame was consuming her own.
I took the second step ……
Calling my name came from her mouth.
The sound of tiny footsteps, and her cold hands as she grabbed my arm from behind, her body next to mine, leaning against my back.
“Don’t leave me alone, let me lean again.”
She grabbed so hard that her nails seemed to be piercing my underwear, and then my skin, and then …… her tears soaked a good portion of my back, along with her helpless trembling and sobbing, and she bit down hard on a piece of my tank top, and she grabbed me and wouldn’t let go.
I felt the sky spinning, this time it was real, this time she and I were so close for the first time, not only physically, but also in our minds. I clearly felt the tinge of dependence, and I wanted to pamper her at the same time. What kind of feeling is this? How it mesmerized me like this! In this moment, I felt no distance between us, melting together. I turned my body violently and embraced her in a deadly embrace, not caring if the shirt behind me ripped.
“I’m not leaving you behind.”
Her body went soft, as if she had no bones.
The morning bell of the Jinglin Temple rang out on time, reaching far and wide, the sound so thick that it was like a sledgehammer coming to snap at the eardrums.
The morning glow through the windowpaper brightened the room, as if even the air in the room was so much fresher.
I opened my eyes, struggled to wipe the drool from the corners of my mouth, and as soon as I lifted my neck, I heard a thump, and then a sharp, aching pain.
Fuckin’ hell! It’s the pillow again! That’s not good.
The muscles and bones seem to be aching all at once, because of the bad sleeping position, right? Indeed it is. I just sat on the end of the bed, holding onto the edge of the bed, pouting and confused for half the night, and it was indeed a bit of a difficult position to be in.
My eyes landed on the face of Lin Chaoying, who was still in sweet sleep, and my heart couldn’t help but thump.
She slept soundly, lying on her side with her cheek resting on her arm. Those agonizing emotions disappeared from her face, and she slept like a child. Bright cheeks were flushed, and a sweet smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. Her neck was so pretty, like what? I can’t express it. Her sleeves rubbed high, and those slender little arms were bare, along with her wrists and hands. In the morning light, that delicate skin was transparent, as if you could really see those marvelous movements under the skin ……
I cupped my jaw and just stared at her in awe, wishing it would always be just like that, the same.
She moved, a strand of hair covering her face. I reached over and gently brushed the strand of hair out of the way, leaving her face just as unreserved as it was for me.
“And you kept watch for half the night like that?” Her eyelids didn’t move, she didn’t seem to be awake, but she did sound calm as hell, and her voice ……
I felt a bit surprised and for a moment I didn’t know how to respond.
She turned away, pulling the covers over her body and wrapping them tightly around her, stilling.
A moment.
The covers squirmed and she drew her hand from them again to run it carefully over her head and face a few times.
“I’m going to get up, you ……”
Her voice was soft, as if she had lost the calmness of the party again.
“You get up, I love watching you.”
“No.”
I didn’t care about her, I just stayed by the bed.
“You get out!”
She got a little antsy, sat up, turned her face, and just forced her stern gaze on me, her eyebrows flying up again.
My heart skipped a beat, and a daze came over me, so that I couldn’t say no to her.
“Don’t think you can do whatever you want just because you’re nice to me! You get out of here! I need to pee!”
I can’t believe my ears, is this what she said?
The streets of Huayin are different today than usual. It’s not really different, what’s different is me. I finally ……
When Lin Chaoying came out of the old Huayin store where she lived, she was still a graceful young man with no lack of elegance in her valor, except that she had changed into a set of black shirts.
This is even better, she was already white, already handsome, so that when it really is ……
I’m holding my cup of tea and I can’t “really” get it out, I feel like my eyeballs are going to fall out, and why are my pants wet? Fuck! The tea was running down the table and onto my pants!
Lin Zhaoying glanced at me, smiled faintly, sat down beside me, not looking at me, and couldn’t help but “snort” out a laugh.
I coughed, put down my teacup, and sat poised and steady as best I could as if nothing had happened.
“Let’s just chat here, I need to vacate my pants before I move places, ahem.”
I used a very low voice and passed an almost pleading look in Lin Chao Ying’s eyes that seemed to see nothing, besides, my face was more or less red, I know.
She gave me a look.
I grinned, I understood the cunning in her glance, she was thinking of how to make me look bad? I’m wearing a navy blue robe to match her green shirt, and getting it wet is a real telltale sign, especially in that spot.
“Yeah.” She smiled at me, “Shopkeeper, serve tea.”
……
It soon dawned on me that the tea was making my belly rise and I was trying to pee one after another.
But I am calm and I have excellent internal strength, I …… how do I still want to pee one way or the other?
VI. Pointing the finger
It wasn’t really that bad, they just looked at me with curiosity and kind of smirked.
I don’t know why I kind of can’t stand it myself, I always feel like people are pointing fingers at me. It’s been a long time and I don’t like being pointed at. Since when?
It was a winter day, as I remember it. I remember the snow was beautiful.
Snow drifting, let everything covered with a silver white, heaven and earth chaos, the four fields wrapped in veil, floating petals of the sky and earth connected together. The house becomes hazy, the garden flowers and trees also become pure, crystal tree hanging is also beautiful. I prefer the branches hanging to fall not yet fell down those, they cling, shaken by the wind, was followed by the companion dumped, they insisted on ……
“O snow, how nice.” Cheerful as a little girl, she floated over to the window and propped it up with her bamboo cane, and she stretched out those moist arms to see if she could hold some snowflakes.
I stood up and watched her back.
Her hair was coiled high, her neck so glistening and slender, she was more than that snow …… I looked silently at the soft curves that drove me crazy under that white dress, that just flowed there so smoothly and gracefully, her shoulders, her back, and… …
My steps became eager, my breath was huffing and puffing so loudly I was shivering a little, I was getting close to her!
In winter, the charcoal fire in the room would burn so brightly that the whole room would be warm, warming the heart and tickling the heart; in summer, our summer here is not hot, but she would prepare for me to add ice to the lotus seed soup, or mung bean soup or something, so that I can get the cool moisturizing; in spring, spring, we would go out to trekkers, she liked the mountains, the green, and the breath that came to her face; in autumn, in autumn, we would go to the cliffs to see the late autumn moon, our moon here is big and round, but also the same bleak, she would lean against my chest and look at the moon, without saying anything. will go to the cliffs to see the late autumn moon, our moon here is big and round, is also the same bleak, she will lean on my chest to look at the moon quietly, do not speak.
The window was open, and the wind outside danced up her hair now, dancing up her shirt with a little bit of crispness. She seemed to shiver a little, as if she was a little afraid of the coolness, but couldn’t let go of the view in front of her.
I stepped behind her, my outer robe draped over her, my hands gripping her shoulders while my body pressed against her back, my breath causing the soft strands at her temples to swirl gently.
Her body stiffened, her breathing was changing rhythm.
“Don’t, don’t, it’ll ……”
“No, no one will see.” I whispered softly as I nuzzled her earlobe, my hand ……
Yeah, no one will see it, no. The owner of this courtyard is out and about, as if he’s gone after a bandit who’s roaming from the Middle Kingdom.
People are weird like that, the Bandit going after the Bandit, heh heh ~ it’s fucking funny to think about. It’s like he loves his reputation. I don’t know when it started, but anyway, I noticed that he turned into a charitable gentleman when I came down from the snowy mountains.
Gentleman? Hehehe~ I remember very well the scene when I was very young, when he was wielding his single knife that had cut and curled its blade behind my back and killing people like a demon. At that time, his face and his eyes were filled with a killing spirit that I can’t forget. I remember as if it wasn’t out of hatred, we were simply in it for the money.
He’s actually cherishing his reputation now, Ijiri. Why would he pick up a job for me if he cherishes his reputation? Why do you still want to dominate this woman? Yeah, he hijacked this woman. He went all the way from the West to Suzhou for her. Did he kill anyone? I’m not sure, but this woman appeared before my eyes like a scared little animal.
If he’s not there, then no one is allowed in this yard, absolutely no one.
My hands slid from her shoulders to the front, through her collar, down her wind-cooled skin, probing little by little, plunging into the fine silk bustle. It was warm and soft, and there was something I loved there, her treasure.
Her hand was on the edge of the window, her body trembled slightly, and her breath caught as she frowned tightly ……
What was she thinking? I probably know exactly. At this time of year she’d be so scared and trembling with fear, and struggling so much that it distressed her, but she wanted it as much as I did, and wanted to find a little bit of freewheeling spontaneity and joy in the midst of the intense entanglement, even though she usually had to cry when it was over.
At this moment in time, I always felt like there was a pair of eyes in the room looking at me behind my back, and it made me a little bit hairy. But I didn’t care, just being watched by him was more exciting to me. By doing this, I wasn’t just going to get that drunken dream-like wariness and convulsions, I wasn’t just trying to be with her either, I felt like I was trying to prove something, and at the same time sneaking around like this felt like it was coming on strong.
My hand followed the rounded arc of the gentle swim up, can feel the subtle trembling now, can feel the change in her body temperature, and heartbeat. The back of my hand could still appreciate the silky smoothness of the fine silk bustier, but it was clear that the palm was smoother and softer, and alive. The slowly hardening bud of flesh scraped against my palm, crunching. I then opened the gap between my fingers and took that nipple between them, twisting it delicately while my palm began to rub against that tender breast, making her breasts ripple in my palm.
Her head tilted forward as if to see what was happening to her chest.
That was even better, I was just in time to savor her neck, I loved the delicate, soft neck and the delicate skin that showed through the dislodged neckline. I opened my mouth ……
Her back twisted slightly, leaning forward so that her ass was just ……
I felt it, my belly pressed against a stretchy and wonderful, but also tender and soft. Not fully erect penis just touched that delicate groove now, smooth in the middle, her buttocks contracted a little, I got an erection ……
“We, we ……” Her head lifted, she turned her face sideways to find my lips, her cheeks already pouting, her gaze muddled, her hand pressed against the back of mine as if guiding my touch.
“Don’t move, let’s just do this.” I smiled, touching her cheek gently but not kissing her lips, I loved watching her do that and I was enamored with her searching lips.
That haze was hooded, her lips were open and shut, fleshy, rosy and anxious, and her snow-white teeth were open, and her delicate tongue moved, eagerly seeking ……
Instead of kissing her lips, I touched them to her lips. My hands slid up, my left hand continuing to take control of her breasts while my right hand balked. The straps of the bustier opened, as did her sash, and the snow-white shirt slid open, revealing her pink and fresh shoulders. I ran along her cheeks, passed her neck, and then opened my mouth to bite down hard on the delicate skin of her shoulder and neck, and it was marvelous to feel the reaction of her muscles.
“Aha~” she screamed out, it hurt a little. The body tensed up all of a sudden, and her ass and legs tensed up, and I wanted that feeling.
Becoming gentle, I ran the tip of my tongue over the area where I had left my teeth marks, delicately. My hands, on the other hand, let her shirt slowly leave her body, and that beautiful spine slowly unfolded in front of my eyes, moisturized with snowy skin. Snow, it was falling right outside the window, but not as wonderful as the skin in front of me. My hand slid down her back, along the middle of the spine of the canal, feel the inside of a grid of small grids, but also feel the twitching muscles, her back in my touch started some subtle changes, as a little ripple.
“It’s so cold, but it’s ……” she gasped, recounting softly.
She was shivering, and the wind was blowing through the window, picking up on her increasingly exposed skin. Her nipples were harder, protruding, and felt funny when she tweaked them with her fingers.
I stubbornly continued, letting her stand so close to the window, even though her body went limp one by one.
“That’s all we do.”
I chattered vaguely as I ran my lips and tongue over her shoulders and neck.
My hands had slipped to her waist, the slim, delicate texture egging me on. I’d touched the belt of her pants, and as soon as it was undone, then it was a whole other world of wonders, I knew. Doing just that, I felt her shiver and her body shifted, leaning back against the window, panting delicately, letting out a slight murmur from time to time.
My hand continued in that smooth suppleness, and through those marvelous undulations, my fingertips finally reached the beginning of that groove. The tender flesh on either side quivered involuntarily, contracting and writhing. My hand pushed aside that flesh and slid along that marvelous furrow, and as I passed through a delicate, pliable fold, her body suddenly became fiery, as if on fire, and her legs clamped down, but I still touched a wetness that was as wonderful as water, and at the same time a warmth ……
Her body straightened at once, and her hand reversed, holding my crotch as if to push me away, but without force. She wasn’t breathing in that moment, but her heart was beating so fast that the left hand still on her chest felt it clearly.
I probed forward a little harder, my middle finger just followed the crack to separate the two delicate lips of flesh, and the tip of my finger just touched a quivering bud of flesh, while my index and ring fingers experienced a throb in the slippery softness of the ……
“Ah~” A long breath interspersed with a strange chant erupted from between her lips, while her legs released ……… her head tilted back, resting on my shoulder, her eyes closed, her face constantly changing its demeanor; Her hand then began to …… quivering fingers probed over, and just so through my pants found my angrily open penis, she spread her palm, pressed, and then eagerly pressed.
“Don’t you move!” I still had her squeezed against the window, still had her standing just like that, but my hands were off her body, and I was busy tearing at my clothes before I just pressed up against them from behind ……
I was about to explode, and it was hot, too, all over my body, and the hottest part was there. Well now, now my cock was stuck in a moving groove, it was still wet, and the slippery liquid gave my cock a refreshing coolness, while the delicate buds of flesh that were stuck to my cock wriggled slightly, making my cock bounce involuntarily.
It was so stuffy! My mouth was dry too, and the sensations swirling around inside my body needed a catharsis, and I knew how to get it, but I wasn’t in a hurry, I just let my glans rub back and forth in that crack, passing by the little hole that was opening up to me pleasingly and slightly, and I just let my glans brush against the opening for a moment, and then I fled away.
Her head rested against the edge of the window as she wiggled her ass as hard as she could, her waist twisting as she bounced all over. Her body tensed and her legs tensed as the glans made contact with the hole; once it had passed by, her body went slack while letting out a moan that resembled a grumble.
“Aha~” she shrieked out in disbelief, but the shriek was full of unrestrained pleasure.
As she relaxed her body thinking I was going to miss again, I continued to grind my glans toward her vaginal opening, denting those delicate buds of flesh at once. That little hole squirmed in response, the little muscle groups around it putting up a slight resistance. The confrontation was only a brief moment before my glans was inside, and I felt a contraction that drove me crazy. The little hole stretched, and after accommodating me inside, it surrounded and grabbed me again.
I held her waist and looked down. First was the beautiful arc of that round, pink and white ass, standing like this, her ass was tense, so there was a tightness in those soft arcs. Saw the muscles move, saw the delicate two swirls where the waist and hips joined, saw her slender waist, saw those fleshy fresh legs. Then I saw my sinewy coiled cock breaking through into that pinkness, I saw my thick black pubic hair touching that delicate ass, my abs bouncing …… animatedly as my tan set off her pink and white, my muscles articulating her softness more directly, and we intersected.
The entry was wonderful too, I could clearly feel peeling away some of the marvelous folds while I peeled away the contractions of her vagina. Those frictions gave me a very nice taste, but the fire didn’t just go out, it got hotter and hotter, and that cavity wasn’t just tender, it was warm, and it was as if she was on fire as well.
Pushing deeper, my glans hit a mass of tender tissue, and they contracted lightly before bouncing back to cling to the glans and wriggle ever so slightly. Her vagina squirmed too, and then there was a wariness mixed in with the writhing of her body, and she moaned out freely, her hips pushing back hard against mine, the small of her back felt as a delicate ……
“Ouch!” Just outside the window, there was a panicked cry.
Her body suddenly shook violently and instantly became cold, even her vagina was producing violent changes, her face turned around and horror showed in her eyes.
I stopped, too, and in that moment, my heart went cold.
I saw a little maid in a white fox fur standing there at the moon door directly in front of the window staring at us in a frozen, cockeyed way.
No servant should be in this courtyard at this time of day, not by any stretch of the imagination. But she appeared, she saw it. Regardless of the fact that she’s still a little maid who looks quite small, she should understand what we’re doing.
For at the window stood a woman with a face like a peach, and hair in a tangle at the temples, and the woman’s eyes were that of pinioned drunkenness, and, without clothes, her upper body was bare, and there was a man’s hand on her proudly heaving breasts, and that hand was changing them into shape.
Behind the woman stood a man, and the man’s face was also very red, and in his eyes was a kind of surging passion that was a little alarming, and he kept moving and jerking, and his body bumping and making some very special sounds. By the way, the sound is very mixed, joyful moaning, rough and sharp gasping, the sound of skin friction, and the sound of the wind clamping the snowflakes falling, all of them are panic-inducing sounds ……
She showed up, she saw, she understood what was going on. It didn’t matter if she understood or not, what mattered was that our secret was no longer a secret. I reached over and grabbed a piece of bamboo from the edge of the window, striking down the still stunned little maid with great accuracy.
“What to do? What to do? We’re being ……”
Her gaze was messed up beyond recognition, as if she was caught in a nightmare, and she cowered in panic, desperately picking up the clothes that had slipped to the floor and wrapping them around her body as she shook into a ball.
“Don’t panic, I’m here.”
In that instant, my head went blank and I wasn’t capable of thinking at all. But I really panicked a little bit, although it seemed like I was ready from the very beginning, I knew that I was doing something misbehaving, facing my own inner struggles at the same time, and maybe something else at the same time, but I still didn’t want this secret to be revealed so soon. I was a bit hesitant, from the bottom of my heart, I sometimes even wanted to just go public with the secret, because I really wanted to possess it completely, not wanting to share it with anyone else, even though it was exciting to sneak around. But I know she doesn’t want to, she’s even scared.
“What to do? What to do? They’ll all know, they’ll point at our spines and despise us!”
She shrunk into a ball, clutching her head in death.
“No, no one will ever know.”
Her look is etched in my mind, and I know from her fear what it’s like to be despised.
Despise? Hehehe ~ in fact, from the beginning of doing this well-behaved thing with her, late at night, I myself feel so guilty and despise myself, I worry about being known by others, I understand that panic. But I can’t not come to this yard, I can’t not touch this body, I can’t not feel guilty when I’m completely relaxed in this body, I can’t despise myself. But I can’t be despised by anyone else! Seeing her scared like that by the pointing that hadn’t even come yet, I knew I couldn’t allow anyone to point behind my back.
I killed the little maid with my own hands. It was very simple: I just cut out her tongue, sliced off her tendons, and threw her into the Thousand Dragons Cave, where I keep snakes. I remember that when I went to the Cave of the Thousand Dragons two days later, she would no longer tell anyone about the secret she had seen.
I don’t know if I’m naturally cruel, I really didn’t take it very personally after I did this, I still go to that yard, I still ……
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I took a long, long piss, indeed long enough to have a little pleasure, and the sensation of emptying my bladder made me feel relaxed and cozy, the pressure gone. My pants were still a little wet, and the water stains on my robe didn’t seem to have dried properly, but the smell in the outhouse was really bad, and I had to leave.
The sun was nice and warm. There aren’t many people in the courtyard, except for the waiter who runs to the kitchen in the back to pay attention to me. It’s good to stand here for a while and dry off.
“Come out, I know you are.” I don’t look at the tree, I know there’s a smiling Lin Chao Ying behind it, and she hasn’t left me either.
“This look is really ……”
“Very special, isn’t it?” I turned around and looked at the extraordinarily soapy Lin Chao Ying in the sunlight, as well as the hint of smugness floating in her phoenix eyes.
“Yeah, yeah, you’re really special then.” Her eyes literally lingered on the spot where the water stain had been, and she stopped approaching me.
My heart fluttered, and then a peculiar sensation creaked through me from within; the spot with the water stain seemed to be jacked up by something, and I felt the sun bake a little.
Her gaze flickered, and I saw a momentary haze fly across her cheeks as her lips quirked and she turned her back.
“You ……” Her shoulders twisted to leave.
I went after her and grabbed her arm.
“Don’t, don’t ……” Her body shuddered and her hand came over to break mine.
Our skin touched in this moment, and I felt her arms soft, and the marvelous movement of her muscles in those delicate touches, and I felt her hand on the back of my hand, and she was making a little effort, and her hand was a little cold, but it was getting hot ……
What am I thinking? I know exactly.
What was she thinking? I’m not quite sure.
“Not here, you come with me.”
She glanced at me, and in that one glance I felt her passion, nothing less than mine.
This is Lin Chao Ying’s room, where she lived.
Neat, literally spotless. The table, the chairs, the bed, the couch, the cabinets, even the window panes, were all spotless. Her sword hung on the wall, even the silk sash of the hilt was neatly combed. Her koto lay quietly on the table, the strings were shining, the body of the koto already looked a bit ancient, as if it was due to caressing, the body of the koto had become very glossy, and the purple-red dark color seemed to be flowing. Her bed, the quilt folded neatly, not a wrinkle on the sheets, clean and white.
In front of the bed, there was a cage of incense that was emitting a quiet and dark scent, no smoke could be seen, but only the strange and ghostly smell that was transmitted by the dark scent. No clutter, this world is very simple, but at the same time there are a lot of uncomplicated, because the master, right?
“Do you, do you …… want to change your clothes, though ……”
Lin Chao Ying’s back was leaning against the closed door, she gasped and didn’t look me in the eye. She seems to be a bit nervous, her chest is heaving, her eyes are also confused, she bites her nice lips, her jaws squirming. And her cheeks, her neck, where did that strange, gorgeous red color come from? Her neck was all smeared with that seductive powdery moistness. Her hands were behind her back, and I heard the sound of a latch being inserted.
What’s going to happen? I won’t be unaware of it. I’m expecting it too, my mind and my body are going crazy with anticipation. I feel like I’m huffing and puffing, too, and my heart is thumping against my chest, and my body is hot and my muscles are tense and sore, and the thing is bound up in my pants, and my skin brushes against my underwear as if I can’t help it.
“No need to change.”
I undid my robe and flung it to one side on the back of the chair as I undid my pants again ……
“You, what are you doing?”
She seemed a little startled, her voice timid, but her eyes were on my hands and her face reddened even more.
“Take it off and hang it out to dry.”
I think I was exaggerating a bit, I clattered down, even down to my panties. I felt so free in that moment, the feeling of the air caressing my skin was awesome, and of course her gaze, my muscles seemed to move in that moment, and my skin broke out in goosebumps, I don’t know if it was the coolness, or something else. It was almost urgent, my boots were still on and my pants were hanging around my ankles and I couldn’t get them off. I ……
“Why are you in such a hurry?” She gazed into my eyes close at hand.
Eyes hot in the air, as if you can hear the sound of “crackling, crackling”; breath in the air exchanges, exchanges, are huffing; I can feel her body temperature, or because my body temperature is too high? I could feel the scent of her body heat, or was it because I was too warm? My hands felt the twist of her shoulders; my chest felt the quiver of her hands; she was pushing me? Was she merely holding on to my chest, was it her palm, was she listening to my heartbeat? I felt her passion too.
“You’re not in a hurry?”
My hand crawled over her shoulder to cup her cheek, already on fire. I probed forward just a little and my lips touched hers and we both shivered ……
She took a deep breath and bravely faced my gaze. Her arms looped over and wrapped dead center around my back, and we tattooed, body, then lips …… She sucked me hard, her hands rubbing my back hard, and she ripped my lab coat open, then her hands rubbed against my back muscles, rustling. She stood on her tiptoes ……
Dark fragrance submerged, passion like fire, neat sheets set off a thousand waves, mahogany bed in the creaking struggle gradually calmed down, light fall of the mantle blocked the charming spring color, the light a little dim, hazy.
I’m not a little boy who doesn’t know anything anymore, I know a lot about women’s bodies, and I seem to know a lot about myself, but I really was very …… clear in the process just now as if everything wasn’t so clear, and the whole thing was made up of bits and pieces that I couldn’t quite connect together to form a marvelous journey.
I remember only the soft lubrication of my contact; I remember only the flickering, graceful curves of her breasts that flashed before my eyes when I uncovered the marvelous white damask that bound her, along with the pallor from the prolonged restraints, and the red tenderness of the cherries that were a little bit sunken in; I remember only the tenseness of her legs as they were spread wide by me; I remember only the shape of the water, which was fluctuating yet, and which would twine as if it were silken.
What else do you remember? Oh yes, and the moment I exploded with a weird scream, I remember the look of panic in her eyes at that moment, and the taste of the swirling spurt inside her, it was a strange bouncing, spasmodic, launching, it was so good that I’d never launched so hard like that before! But I still kind of don’t remember much, it’s like I forgot to appreciate it at that moment, I was just chasing her ……
Was it a wonderful dream? I was a little skeptical because it was so surreal. I moved a little and found myself sore and sweaty, the silky quilt giving me a little warmth. My arm touched and met a smooth, warm touch of skin, also sweaty and warm. It was all real! She was right next to me, and we ……
I braced myself, my eyes coming back into focus, I was in a bit of a trance earlier.
She was lying on her side with her back to me, her hair a little disheveled yet, and I could see the delicate ears, and her stretched flanks, her eyes closed, her nostrils gently opening and closing, her brows very spread. The corner of the quilt was lifted by my motion, and her neck stretched gracefully, and her silky, delicate shoulders, and her spine became hazy and marvelous in the quilt ……
“What for?”
Her shoulders moved a little, her head ducked to the side, and her neck scrunched up a little, as if it were a little ticklish, and there was a little playful smile at the corner of her mouth.
“I want to see you.”
I felt my heart beating all over the place again, but it wasn’t too nervous, it was an intoxicating taste.
“Haven’t you seen it all? You’re still ……”
Her cheeks were still flushed, but the moment was downright delicate, and she ducked under the covers, leaving just a million strands of soft silk behind.
I’ve seen it? Why can’t I remember it at all? The wonder in the being drew me in even more, wanting to make her unreserved to me again.
VII. Happy Hour
I’m naked in the air, and I don’t feel cool at all, instead this refreshing coolness really dissolves my exhaustion, my agitation, and evokes a tenderness in me. Even I still have tenderness, and I feel comfortable with her.
I lay flat on my back, my arm resting on the back of my head, and turned my face sideways, just staring at the mass of quilts shrinking into the bed, the soft silk outside of the quilts, and this wrinkled sheet, the dark scent of the drapery and the flaming passion that still permeated the room.
The quilt moved slightly, the long hair, the forehead, and then revealed the long, slender eyebrows, and then …… her eyes swirled.
Meeting my gaze, the quilt covered the shimmering fall water again. Slowly, she reveals herself again, a little calmer, not looking me in the eye, but roaming over my body, astringent, something jumping, shallowly seeping through. It was as if the feeling of a small, delicate hand caressing my skin, sliding from my cheeks, my lips, my jaw, my neck, down my chest, toward my belly, and then her gaze combed through my pubic hair, through my …… She shyly covered her face with the quilt again.
I could see the subtle undulation of the covers now, could feel that pinch of electricity growing numbly in my body again, my blood flow was accelerating while my heartbeat was becoming excited again. But it was comfortable, not too violently exhilarating, I was just a little thrilled by the tangy, hot warmth that enveloped me. I knew I wanted it again, but not so eagerly, I wanted to enjoy her wonderfully.
Cuddling over, I ambled over to the quilt, squeezing it with my own body, experiencing the unease underneath.
“What for ……?”
The words were only half spoken before they were contained in his mouth.
Her cheeks were red and more delicate than the finest rouge. Her eyes were mischievous with a bit of anticipation in the middle. Her breathing was altered in rhythm by me, her lips squirming as I kissed them. I just brushed against her lips, touching and licking them superficially. I savored her orchid-like breath and experienced every subtle change in her face. Her demeanor was in flux, her eyes were closed but they were moving, her brow furrowed from time to time, her nostrils opened and closed erratically. Her lips were open, her white, pearly teeth flicking open and closed, her tongue stretching restlessly as she searched for the sensation of a passionate kiss.
I don’t want to get myself too excited, I want to just enjoy her and savor her. I don’t give her hot kisses, I just shallowly taste.
She must have gotten a little anxious waiting, she thought. She wriggled to get her arms out of the covers she was wrapped in, her lips chasing mine, her eyes open and glaring at me angrily.
I laugh, smugly, and find her amusing. I cupped her face, squeezed her arms, and teased her sharply with my eyes. I nibble on her jaw, gently, slowly going for her neck.
” Oh… ～ Oh.. ～It’s gonna tickle. Ouch.”
“Does it hurt?”
I tenderly licked the delicate, soft spot at her jaw that I had just bitten and hurt, experiencing her movement. Brushing my hand across her cheek, I slowly inserted it into her hair along the temples of her ears, gently massaging her head.
The struggles disappeared, and her head tilted back, her jaw tilted up to match mine, and she relaxed. The curtain filled with her gasps, and mine, and the friction of skin creating a subtle but hot sound. Her neck was shivering, tightening and loosening, and her delicate skin was covered in a luscious flush, translucent, glistening, and delicate. Her hands were touching me now through the covers, and her body took on my squeeze through the covers as she fluctuated.
“This way, okay?”
I tenderly let my tongue skim over the vein that was pulsing in the side of her neck, then swam back along the palate bone, feeling the restlessness inside. The friction between my fingers was wonderful too, her hair so soft and smooth.
“I… I don’t know… I don’t know what kind of ……” Her breath was coming in sharper and her voice was shaking.
Speaking caused her neck to resonate wonderfully, and that resonance affected my tongue, which I felt and proceeded to find.
“It tickles, I ……” She wanted to scrunch her neck, and then she wanted to just stretch as far as she could, because the gentle caresses were so …… she was a little overwhelmed, a little intoxicated.
I continued, quietly pushing the covers down a little with my jaw. So her shoulders were exposed, and she was relaxed, but that vortex in the middle of her collarbone wasn’t relaxed at all, and it was expressing something there as it rose and fell. I left her neck and slid up to that vortex, arching it with the tip of my nose. Then slowly slipped along her collarbone, gently articulating where her shoulder and neck joined, biting, then licking. The muscles there responded uneasily, squirming, bouncing.
She moaned out softly and cocked her head to see what I was doing.
My hand, trembling slightly, wandered by her hair and over her face, then slowly, and tremblingly, slid over her cheek, landed on her shoulder, and then trailed down her arm, a hint of it playing with the movement of her delicate and lively muscles under her skin.
Her arms were long and round, the delicate texture running between my fingers, the slimness, the ounce of life was wonderful. I let her arms stretch out and straighten, like birds spreading their wings and peeking out from under the covers. Then took her arm in my hand and slowly continued it, passing it through her upper arm, her lower arm, her wrist, and then opened her palm so that I could insert my fingers into her fingers, clenching, holding.
The covers slid away a bit and her breasts were on display, where they were already a dainty pinkish moistness. The pretty left breast was half exposed, shrugging and creating some marvelous quivering that was a wonderful ripple under her breath.
Her breasts weren’t large, but they were beautifully shaped and perky, like a ripe peach. Her delicate pink skin was at a wonderful peak here, the delicate flush seemed to seep out from underneath the skin, the slender veins seemed clear, greenish and a finer reddish color.
Of course, even more beautiful was the nipple that was quivering slightly at the tip of the breast.
The little patch of areola that covered the tip was changing wonderfully, was swelling vigorously, and it was the delicate nipple in the center of the areola that was swelling the fastest. Before my eyes, the tiny nipple shrugged up with a pop, and it was as if I could see the stretching and shifting of those tiny folds as it finally stood up, amber and translucent, and possessing the tender red color of amber, and the glistening luster of amber as well ……
I wouldn’t go overboard in describing such beautiful boobs, I just feel like my vocabulary is impoverished. Words become quite colorless before true beauty. The visual sensation was far from that, it was three-dimensional, moving, the delicate curves fluctuating across her chest, linked to another marvelous protuberance, the cleavage in between changing the dark shadows caused by the light, making the slender spectacle mysterious and full of temptation ……
My mouth is open so wide I can’t close it. I pressed my lips against her skin, sliding them over her shoulder and neck. I felt like my lips were on a marvelous journey, it didn’t matter if what I passed was smooth and warm or sweet and delicate, my nose could smell the dark scent seeping through the texture of her skin, my lips could feel the sweetness of her skin.
Along that marvelous protuberance I swam, sipping at every inch that passed. It was super enjoyable to leave red marks on that pink, silky skin, her tender flesh sipped over, tangled between my lips, and when I released them, they slipped away between my lips, leaving behind a fine moistness and a willowy mark, that I had given her.
“Uh, what are you doing?” She leaned back to follow the sensations I was giving her, knowing what I was doing to her chest, but not having the strength to lift her head, curious as she was.
My lips wrapped around the tip of that ethereal nipple now, and I felt her shudder slightly, heard her hold her breath in that instant, her hands gripping very hard in that moment, the swell of her breasts reaching a peak. I took the root of the nipple in my teeth, touched my lips to the areola, which was no longer quite flat, and used my tongue to go over and tweak the nipple in my mouth to make her pop, and then, making a semicircle with my tongue, I circled the nipple between my tongues, wrapped it, loosened it, and wrapped it, and flicked it again ……
Her breasts thrust out, and she tensed her muscles desperately, and she desperately held her breath, but her heart was beating fast. Her breasts flinched, and her muscles went slack, and she let out a long, hot breath, interspersed with subtle murmurs, but her nipples were swelling again.
“Don’t, don’t, don’t do it, it’s itchy, it’s sore, it’s panicky …… Oh, it hurts!”
She got restless and made a strong effort to break free from my grip, she twisted and jerked her lower body to touch me ……
I stubbornly melted her struggles away as I dutifully tweaked that marvelous nipple while lifting my head to admire her face.
I felt her passion; the delicate skin of her cheeks changed with her impatience: her brow furrowed and unfurled; and her lips opened and closed from time to time, biting with those bright, shining, shell teeth; and, touched again, opened, and there were teeth marks slowly restored to her lower lip; and when the cherry lips were open, there was the sight of that uneasily wagging tongue, the delicate tip of which moved, and became pointed, and changed again; and her jaws moved with the changes in her lips , those marvelous lines quivered; her neck stretched and pulsed as far as it could; and that marvelous halo …… of her eyes was disordered, running wild and changing. What was in the middle? It is impossible to say.
I withdrew one hand and cupped her other one. I wanted to be gentle, but I couldn’t help but use a lot of force when my hand touched the hot, tender piece. It was so slippery, so tender, like it was going to come off my palm, and like I was going to scratch it.
She chanted in pain at this point, and her body shivered as her hand came over and rested on the back of mine. But instead of pushing back, she pressed my hand toward her breast. I couldn’t spare the effort, I just held the tender, sheepish flesh, and I felt the tenderness and the fire and the touch of whichever hard bud of flesh lay against my palm, and I was careful to let her change as I wished.
My other hand slipped back down her arm, changing trajectory as it reached her armpit, and I smoothed my hand down her ribs to dislodge the covers. My hands were like fire and her body was like fire, simultaneously smooth ……
“Come on, okay?” Her hands came free and she cupped my head, struggling to lift it. She begged, casting a searing gaze on my face.
“No rush.” I lifted my head and continued to tweak the vibrant nipple with my jaw, facing her eagerness.
“How can you not be in a hurry? You’re making people want to! Now ……”
“I want to savor every inch of you right now, every bit of you.”
I gasped and sidestepped, yanking the covers away from between us with all my might, tossing them aside before pressing on ……
Skin to skin, fire to fire, her softness to my dominance, her wetness to my mania …… I wasn’t too cranky, I just couldn’t stand it a little bit in such tattooed contact. Such through-and-through contact is not the same as just touching, I feel enveloped and burned. But it was really, really good, so good that my skin was tightening one way or the other, my muscles were aching, my heart, my breath, my nerves …… I couldn’t tell you what it felt like, as if I was floating. Because of her smoothness and tenderness, it really did seem as if I was just floating so unsupported in a marvelous vision, really.
What did she feel? I’m not quite sure. But her hands grabbed my back hard and rubbed. Rubbing my skin so hot that it burned with a bit of a burning prairie pain. Her legs spread and just wrapped around, pinning me. Her feet sought out my ass little by little from behind, and she found ……
“Really, I really want to!” She mumbled at me vigorously.
I didn’t care about her, I clutched her breasts in my hands and continued to rub them while I arched downward. After licking at her heart for a while, I meticulously worked her belly button after leaving a few marks on her smooth, supple stomach.
I don’t know how she felt, but I felt as if her body went limp all of a sudden, and those tangles loosened, and she spread her limbs and behaved ……
She wasn’t good for long though, and as the tip of my tongue stubbornly probed inside that swirl of her belly button, first her abs, then her waist, then …… that was a chain reaction, and she misbehaved again. As her abs convulsed, she wrapped herself around me again ……
“Ouch! Yikes~Yikes~My ears, my hair, my neck……” Her stomach was so sheer, but I felt like I was going to lose my breath as well. In addition, her legs coiled up at an unknown angle and actually clamped down on my neck. She grabbed my ears, yanked my hair, and pinned me so hard that I was gasping for air.
“…… You spread your hands!” I couldn’t tell you the look on her face, I think she was staring at me a little viciously. What was that stare? Impatience? Irritation? Shyness? Or something else?
But the view in front of me was just wonderful. I saw her knees, very delicate. What kind of jade bones were under that fine layer of moist, polished skin? My shoulders and neck felt the tenderness of her fiery skin, and the writhing of the muscles that were her legs! Her legs were really beautiful!
“You, you asked for it!” She bit her lip and pushed her face to the side, not looking at me.
The soft hair dispersed into a bright cascade, the delicate shyness of her pout and eagerness, the quivering breasts, the undulating belly …… I sat up on my knees in embarrassment, looking at the blotchy lip prints I’d left on her body, at her flawless body, at the imprints of spit I’d left on her navel, and I felt the legs of her legs that were clamped around my neck trembling. I reached down and gently took her ankle and removed her left leg. The elegantly arched foot was now at my lips.
She gasped, still unable to contain her curiosity, and her cheek turned again to watch what I was going to do.
Her feet were really beautiful. The delicate and playful toes; the white and elegant insteps are also transparent, so that you can see those veins and meridians, as well as those subtle movements when she moves her toes; the fresh palms of her feet are the kind of tender red ones that mesmerize me, while the soles of her feet are like jade ……
“You ……” She tried to hide.
But there was no hiding, I had articulated her big toe.
Her nose wrinkled, her brow knit into a frown, and her lips trembled so much that she had to bite down on them with her shell teeth. Her shoulders flinched, her hands gripped the sheets in a death grip, and her legs tensed ……
Her legs were really beautiful. The calves were slim and polished, the muscles in the belly of those legs were not a lump like my legs, there was a smooth arc there, very smooth and athletic. The knee was so delicate and dexterous. It’s not too firm looking there, but it’s very tough feeling. The fossa of the leg is just a soft and moist. Seeing the taut ligaments now, the ligaments led my eyes to the round, supple thighs. The pink skin of the inner thigh is moving slightly, maybe it’s just a little sad in this position? But I love to watch such squirming, to see the hint of tenderness caught in the warmth, and to ……
Eye contact was made, and along the thigh, I saw the marvelous wonderfulness. The dark, oily hairs, dense, a little curly, not too long, but neat. The hair covered a fine, full mound. In this position, the mound looked a little disoriented, not quite clear, but I saw it anyway. I could see the slit in the glistening, tender flesh ……
Nibbling gently on her toes, each one. Licking the part between her toes with my tongue, each one. I dutifully play with her paws, prompting playful changes in her feet. I kissed my way over and then gently bit the tendon at the base of her foot. My left hand held her heel while my right hand slowly slid up her calf, passing through the socket of her leg now. My lips swam up her calf as well, and after slipping a trip over the weltbone, I went over and articulated the belly of her leg. The hand grazed over the inside of her thigh and my lips followed …… savoring it inch by inch.
I finally ambled between her legs, she was completely in my grasp at this point. Her legs spread as I wanted them to, though she shivered constantly.
Her pussy was right in front of my eyes, though she felt so shy that she closed her eyes for dead. I mastered her anyway, and I perused the last mysteries so close at hand. Her mound was a little darker, creating a dark shadow in the center of her snowy pink thighs.
She was already wet, even dripping, those delicate pussy lips were already wet and shiny. Those fluids were even wetting the roots of her thighs, and wetting her ass as well.
Following the water stains, I saw those two squirming ass cheeks, and the feeling of tenderness and roundness just made me so horny. The muscles of the ass cheeks were contracting shyly, as if to protect something in the middle. But it couldn’t be protected, and I saw the marvelous little swirls formed by those tender red folds. There was a contraction there, as if it were a small mouth that was breathing.
The eyes left her little vortex and moved upward a little, the place guarded by the labia, pink, moist, and communicating with me astringently as well. I really liked the two thin labia, I really liked the tender red delicacy shown to me between the slightly spread labia, I really liked the quivering place where the labia joined at the upper end.
I crouched my head down and gently arched the two delicate pussy lips open with the tip of my nose first. It was cool and wet, and smelled a faint odor, so faint it was hard to detect. Eventually, the tip of my nose stayed right there in that quivering place, naughtily pressing and settling and touching, while my tongue swam in that unfurled wonderland. The liquid wasn’t water, moist and slippery, a little viscous but never thick, and not slippery like water. And the flavor? It tasted a little salty, not sweet.
It didn’t really matter what it tasted like, what mattered was that while I was doing that, her hand came over and held my hand there for dear life, and her legs clamped down, and there was a little bit of a cry in all her moans, but it was never the sound of sadness.
“Please, stop torturing me, I …… am dying!”
“Let’s just die, isn’t that nice?” I looked up at her before burying my head again and sucking in a mouthful of that little thing hiding in the layers and layers of foreskin wrappings, and as I meticulously peeled back those fleshy skins with the tip of my tongue, I came across the shaking little guy. The little guy could be a lot more spirited than she looked ……
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“‘Ask the world what love is. Straight to teach life and death’. Look, the song you sang when you were with me, I am now also ……”
“Moxie!”
I was startled by the somewhat agitated break, and my head went into a tizzy. Everything was gone, where had my Lin Chao Ying gone?
The rain was still pouring down, pounding ceaselessly against the broken tiles of the roof, unclear, a chaotic noise. The wind became harsh, howling, and swirled around the empty space outside. “Creak, creak, creak” sounded overhead, and the broken temple seemed to be holding on for dear life. A few streaks of water cascaded through the leaky roof and landed on the ground, splashing and scattering. Lightning illuminated the temple for a moment, and the face of the clay Bodhisattva, who was sitting calmly and steadily, was still so full of compassion and mercy. Fucking mercy! It’s not real, is it?
People, people are so fucking pretentious too!
Lu Zhan Yuan’s back was turned to the little girl called Mo Chou as he shivered, his face twisting oddly. Sweat or tears? It was unclear, but his face was indeed wet. His fists were clenched to the point of “creaking, creaking”, and his teeth were clenched to the point of “creaking, creaking”……
He Yuan Zhi sat paralyzed, she was so powerless, and there was no trace of meaning in her gaze.
Where was the little girl called Mo Chou? She stood there, gazing slyly at Lu Zhan Yuan who was struggling.
I saw the fire jumping in Mo Chou’s gaze, and that feeling was so familiar, full of eager anticipation, and at the same time a little panicked and helpless.
That’s what waiting for judgment is like, right? Waiting for judgment is bad, I know.
What verdict is she waiting for right now? Is she making a last stand against helpless love?
Hopeless love? Yes, the devil in the heart will show its hideous face when it’s hopeless. It’s the most beautiful girl, and that devil’s wretched enough, I know.
The devil? My nerves were rattled by something, my ears were buzzing, it was the feeling of the devil sprouting, I was too familiar with it.
“Mo Chou, that’s all in the past, now I only have Yuan Zhi in my heart ……”
After a long period of silence, after a long period of waiting, Lu Zhan Yuan finally turned his face towards Mo Chou who was displaying the most gorgeous smile at him.
That smile was really moving. First of all, it was young, Mo Chou was a little girl who was so watery that her smile was bright enough, although there was a bit of misery in the middle of it. Misery is also important, her eyelashes with crystal teardrops, her eyes have the fire of expectation, her mouth is still twitching in aggravation, but she is very bright smile. Complexity through and through, the girl is such a contradictory intertwined amalgamation. At the same time, it is this complexity that makes girls really gorgeous. This smile, this feeling, why do I feel so familiar again?
The smile continues, but is slowly curdling. Yes, it was condensing. Hearing Lu Zhan Yuan’s words, the smile on Mo Chou’s face and the fire in her eyes both condensed in that instant.
“What did you say …… you said?”
Still laughing, as if a little incredulous. Mo Chou poked her head forward a little, side ear. But she knew that her ears did not deceive her, her tears had gushed out silently, her breasts rose and fell violently, her trembling ……
“Lu Zhan Yuan is really not ……”
At this instant, Lu Zhan Yuan seemed as if he was very excited, and he couldn’t help but take half a step forward, his shoulders twisting a bit, as if he was going to reach out his hand to help the swaying Mo Chou, but he didn’t.
“Yeah?”
Mo Chou swayed a bit and reached out to hold onto the pillar next to her. She had misjudged the distance, and instead of holding on, her legs had gone limp and her body fell towards the pillar, her head touching it.
I saw Lu Zhan Yuan’s face twitch and he actually turned his back.
Moxie collapsed next to the pillar and she leaned over, one hand cupping her forehead. Her eyes were closed, her brow furrowed, and the muscles in her face twitched.
Did her heart die at this moment? It would be good if the heart died.
I looked at Moxie’s face and I watched her twitching lips. Those lips pursed in a state I knew all too well, and I knew the demon in her heart had awakened.
What’s next?
I don’t know if I’m caring again. In fact, the most qualified person in the world to ignore someone else’s pain would be me.
Is that so? Am I that qualified?
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“Hungry?”
Am I hungry? To be honest, I’m not hungry at all, I’m just a little tired. My muscles are sore and my head is empty, but it feels good. How did you get so tired? Hahaha~ It’s because I’m really happy. It’s true that there’s a feeling of happiness. I gave her the best of me at last. Isn’t she happy too?
I gently removed the hair that was scattered around my face and gently brushed all of it to the side of Lin Chao Ying’s head, allowing her jade face that was snuggled up against my shoulder to be displayed. She was now at my side, her face still wearing a mesmerizingly bright red color. Her hands were on my chest, and her body was still glued to mine. Oooh! We were still so rippled and undistanced.
This time, she leaked hard, I don’t know how many times she leaked, anyway, I know that when I was going to enter her body, she was a little afraid …… that feeling is really amazing ah! She said she just couldn’t do it anymore and begged me not to do it anymore. I can’t do it! I knew I wanted it especially.
I crouched over her, calling to her with renewed delicacy, carefully exploring my cock toward that wonderful place that made me linger. The fluids had left some condensation on her pussy lips, rubbing up against them, tickling and astringent my cock.
It was for this astringent sensation that my glans found the cavern and stubbornly twisted through. Those delicate buds of flesh cowered and sank in, giving way to that tiny hole in the center.
“Boo,” I felt the breakthrough as my glans went in. It was a little dry, but the astringent friction felt really exciting.
I knew I couldn’t push too hard, I couldn’t hurt her while satisfying my own urges. I didn’t push deeper, I just patiently ground my glans against the hole. At the same time, I kissed her lips, I rubbed her breasts, I rubbed my body next to her skin, and I slid my hand down to catch the tip of her ass. That tingly elasticity spread through my fingertips as the balls of her ass squirmed. I rubbed the palm of my hand over that slippery, shrugging ass, while my fingers slipped lightly between the crack of her ass. I touched it, and my fingertips felt those delicate folds now, and her contractions, as she dodged my intrusion ……
“Oh, ah, you ……” She squirmed in shock, her eyes flustered.
I didn’t care about her, I articulated her tongue again. My fingers, however, did not stop, and I pressed stubbornly against the already shrunken hole. Soft, moist, and at the same time, when pressed to a considerable degree, there it bounced back, resisting the fingers that had violated it …… Her cunt was wet again, and in holding me in, her cunt accompanied the anal convulsions with a tighter grip, and she held me in place …She moaned and begged, happy and tense.
“Don’t, don’t, don’t you do that ……”
She held me close, her kisses much more passionate than her words, her body obediently answering me at the rhythm I assigned her.
I didn’t really probe my finger into her anus, I just massaged her hole gently. She was reacting so strongly that I was afraid getting it in would hurt her, and I was reluctant to do something she didn’t really want to do. But even so, her contractions were already causing me great pain, and as I mobilized her vagina, I found her most sensitive spot.
“Okay? You say, am I good?”
I held Lin Chaoying’s face so that she was facing me.
She avoided my somewhat overzealous gaze as she shyly lowered her eyes and reached up to break my hand.
“Nasty! You’re the worst!”
She suddenly furrowed her brow and pouted, her eyes flickering over my face. It’s like she’s a little pissed off, and it’s like she’s not, what the hell is she up to again?
VIII. Heart Star Lock
As a man, when you feel happy, isn’t it a bit tempting to share the joy? Isn’t it also concerned about the feelings of the person who gave you happiness? Isn’t it …… Oh ~ isn’t it also want to know how their own performance? When the women around you say you’re great, isn’t it true that your own vanity will quietly swell a bit and make yourself feel very proud? I am like that.
Praise, even adoration, is not lacking in my short twenty years.
Ever since I started practicing martial arts, I’ve been called a “genius”, a “promoter of Western martial arts”, a “rare genius”… …and what else? So many. My master never spared me compliments, and neither did anyone around me.
From the time I became an assassin, a legend filled with mystery began to circulate in the jianghu. People speculated with fear and trepidation about the origin of an assassin from the west who would bring death, there were no clues, no one had ever seen what that assassin looked like, but they relied on their imagination to mold me. Hehehe~ There are indeed some people in the middle who worship me.
From the time I started to contact women, she told me that when she was with me, she got the greatest pleasure in the world. In fact, I’ve had very little contact with women, except for Lin Chaoying, with whom I’ve only been together. But I know she is a very good woman, and she wouldn’t cheat me.
I don’t know if I’m just a little bit numb to the fact that I don’t really care anymore if I’m mentioned by others.
But I’m with her, and I really want to know how I am in her eyes. Just for that, I’m getting a little nervous, my heart is beating a little fast, my eyes are looking forward, even though I’m also a little scared that she’ll say I’m bad.
“Where am I being obnoxious? You tell me. Tell me, where am I annoying? I’m getting antsy ……”
Lin Chaoying tried to escape from my arms, and I wouldn’t let her. I grabbed her arm and re-dragged her back so that she was still crouched on top of me. This way, it’s really good then.
She struggled and shook her head vigorously, and a million strands of soft silk kept brushing against my face, itching, while she became a little …… little what? I wondered. She like a child is pampering me? Or does she really hate me? It can’t be, can it? I remember it well. I remember her unimpeded moans; I remember her mesmerized, clinging, even wild eyes; I remember her fingernails on the verge of embedding themselves in my skin, and the eager trembling; and I remember …… me asking just to get an answer that would make me swell up a little.
She struggled and squirmed. She was too tender for me to give up too much pressure; she was so slippery I almost let her escape, her skin always trying to slip away from my fingertips. She squirmed, and her breasts swung, touching mine. Well behaved, pretty nipples sneaking in to tantalize my heartbeat ……
She did not struggle, her little face flushed and ambled back to my chest. She doesn’t look at me, just softly rubs my breasts with her hot cheeks, sips my breasts with her lips, tweaks my nipples with her deft tongue …… Her hands gently touch my skin, and with every movement, she gives my somewhat sore muscles the pleasure of loosening up, a pleasure that… …
I reached up and swept her hair away, cupping it behind her head so I could clearly see her shyness, and the hint of mischievous naivety.
“Tell me, okay? What do you really think of me?”
I lay flat on my back and didn’t move, only rubbing her head gently with my hands, taking in the quiet sensation of silky hair flowing between my fingers.
“You’re just about the most obnoxious person in the world, and it’s not bad at all.”
She naughtily bit my nipple and kinda pulled up hard.
I’m not very painful, pain is just a little bit, melted in the tender caresses produced in the flaccid, that’s an extraordinarily exciting tidbit, I do not care, and even think it is very good. But I was still crying and killing myself with pathos.
“What for?”
She loosened her teeth and looked at me curiously. Her jaw rested on my chest and something a little special flowed in her eyes.
“It hurts.”
I think I faked it pretty well as the tears just rolled around in my eyes.
“Do you know it hurts too? Just …… when you’re messing with people.”
She grabbed my nipple with her fingernail and then pulled out a pretty long piece. She looked so excited as she watched the change in my nipple and then just looked me in the eye. She bit her lower lip and smiled a very special smile with her cheeks ……
Tears finally slipped down from the corners of my eyes, I think my nose was red, and the corners of my mouth were twitching at one point, and I was shyly keeping my face away from ……
“What? You’re not that cheap, are you? You’ve made a mess of me, can’t I do something to you? You’re so cheap, I don’t even care.”
Nice lips pouted as she was letting go.
I pressed her hand to my chest and wouldn’t let her take it away. My teary eyes looked deep into hers.
“You get me, I don’t hurt. But you…you can’t say you hate me, my pride can’t take it. Now my heart is broken ……”
Froze and laughed, happily.
She smiled so beautifully, I love to see her smile, especially when it’s such an unreserved smile, bright, bright and innocent. I think I achieved my goal, at least in this moment she was happy, she forgot the hurt in her heart. I think I can make her happy forever, I think I have the power to heal her wounds, I think I just whatever, I just want her to be happy.
“You’re just annoying then, even your speech is so annoying ……”
She was in the depth of my affection, and she felt it. She was still smiling, but avoiding my gaze, her eyes wandered, her breathing went from light to heavy, she pressed closer to me, tighter, and though she was still tweaking my nipples full of concern …… she kept her smile on, but really wasn’t smiling anymore, and she was finally brave enough to face my gaze. Her lashes fluttered and I saw something well up in her eyes, but wasn’t sure.
“Come here, kiss me and say I’m the best man you’ll ever be away from.” I encouraged her.
“Uh-huh.”
She moved up a little and kissed my upper lip gently, then touched my lower lip. Fingers slid over and slid over my lips.
“You’re the most shameless man, giggle~”
“Ugh~ How do you say that? Want you to say I’m the best man, just once, huh?”
“Shameless.”
“Yes!”
“Unashamed.”
“OK?”
“Ouch!”
My hand copied her from behind, gripping the tip of her ass, my fingers slipping into that marvelous ass crack and touching ……
She fled, clutching the covers, leaving me naked in the air once again.
I don’t care. I’m kind of proud of it.
“You, why are you …… again?”
Her eyes fell messily on my cock, which had swollen and lifted with renewed vigor.
“I’ve been thinking about it again, who makes you so pretty, I think about it when I see you.”
I looked at her a little shamelessly, slid my hand over my own body a little shamelessly, took hold of my penis a little shamelessly, and flipped my foreskin open so that the reddish glans was exposed for her to see. It wasn’t too divine yet, and I was a bit deflated to realize that the glans, though swelling, was still a bit shy and wrinkled. It was a bit tired after all! I didn’t care, how true it was, I had nothing to hide.
“Please leave me alone, it will kill me.”
She covered her face with her hands, but her eagerness was clearly conveyed in that voice, but she was still sneaking through her fingers ……
“Nonsense, have you heard that such pleasure can kill you? Ch-“
“Really, that time …… that time I felt like that, I took it one at a time …… I couldn’t control myself, I …… “
“Come here.” I smiled, glancing at her out of the corner of my eye.
“I can’t control myself ……”
“Why control it? Just go after your own pleasure with pain and be done with it. Control? That’s not practicing kung fu.”
“What did you say?”
Her hand slipped away from her face and she actually cried! What the hell?
I panicked a little, I didn’t know what was wrong with her, I knew she was suddenly very sad. She seemed to be cold, so cold that she was shivering, she grabbed the blanket with a death grip and wrapped it around her body, her head hung low, her long hair covered her face, she was silent, but her tears were pouring ……
I got up and scrambled over to take her in my arms, scrambling to literally just wrap her up in the covers with just her head showing. I didn’t know what to say, all I could do was just hold her in my arms for dear life and use my body heat to keep her from getting cold.
I’ve seen girls cry, but I really haven’t seen many silent tears like that. She used a lot of strength to hold it back, a lot of courage not to let herself be vulnerable, but she still couldn’t help it. It’s not the first time I’ve seen Lin Chiu Ying cry, and I can’t stand it every time she cries.
Why is she crying? Who had hurt her like that! I suddenly shuddered a little, and I thought of distance. Is there distance between us? Yes, there is. My heart is open, but hers is still in a fog, and she didn’t give it to me. It’s a hard feeling!
The lust that had just grown again was dying out, and I was getting restless, with an inexplicable irritation inside me. Indeed, I was irritated, I felt as if she was thinking of someone else at this moment, another man, not me.
I know I can’t stand it. I’m a little selfish. She is with another man, I know it, I know she is not a virgin. I don’t care if she’s a virgin or not, but I can’t tolerate her thinking about another man. No, I can’t even think about it! Why not? What are you entitled to? She’s so outstanding, she’s only yours? I’m breathing heavily, I’ve got my arms around her, I’m a bit of a mess.
“Kiss me.”
She leaned her head against my shoulder, closed her eyes, and just waited, teary-eyed.
Kiss? I really want to. No kiss? It’s because of the distance. I feel like I’m struggling and it’s exhausting.
The eyelashes with crystalline teardrops opened and closed, slowly opening. The eyes were poignant, causing one’s heart to break, and one could not help but take pity on her.
“Kiss me.”
The voice was ghostly, and so was her look, flowing with a hint of longing, a hint of helpless haggardness, and at the same time, disorientation and uncertainty.
I kissed her, I couldn’t say no. I kissed her eyes, wiping the cold tear drops from her eyes, her face, between her lips, I tried. The tears were not good, salty, and a little astringent ……
Her breath caught and she was moving. Her hands broke free of the covers and dug in, cupping my face; her body broke free of the covers and turned, pressing me to. She stroked me anxiously, rubbing hard. Those cold, trembling lips found mine and sucked. Her tongue scurried over, navigating mine, tangling. Her breath on my face, hot; her tears on my face, growing hot. Her breasts pressed against my chest, a restless restlessness seeping through the silk tenderness. Her legs were pressed against mine, crunchy and rubbing. The fluffy hairs of her belly rubbed against my stomach ……
I was a little confused, not knowing where she got that much energy or what this sudden outburst was about. But one thing was clear, she was on fire with passion right now. Venting, the word popped into my head. Presumably she wanted to vent, right? Crying is actually a means of venting, intercourse seems to be a bit more direct. I was lucky to be the target of her venting! I know I don’t just want to be her target, I want to be her angel. An angel? That’s funny. Do I want to be an angel too?
I tried to help her, but she stopped me.
“Let me.” She looked at me as if she were a different person, her shyness and vulnerability from earlier gone. A particularly complex fire leapt in her eyes, the way she wanted to conquer something.
I’d rather let her conquer me, but I know that right now I’m just a tool for her revenge, or a haven for her to escape something. I’d rather be such a haven, I’d do anything for her. Am I not selfish? How did I suddenly ……? The answer to this is so complicated, I don’t even understand myself. Is it infatuation? It’s love, isn’t it? People’s emotions are really interesting it, a love, how can there be so much difference? But such a feeling is really very powerful, can for a person and forget themselves, become very courageous. I even have the courage to face …… that devil inside her. Of course, I can’t hide from my own desires ……
Her fingers wandered between my lips, tweaking them; her lips were already on my chest; her right hand was …… she was so hard that her fingertips slid across the small of my back, giving me a searing pain. Her fingers ran through my pubic hair and I ached a few times, suspecting that a few pubic hairs had been removed by her starting roots. Her fingers clutched my cock now, and it hurt a little when she did ……
I shivered, sucking in one hard breath and sucking her cold fingers into my mouth. I was going to let her do whatever she wanted, maybe if she hurt me, it would make her feel better? Her fingers were really quite cold, but smooth and slender. I sucked on her finger as she dug it into my mouth, flicking my tongue, touching my palate, teasing my saliva, which she made so much ……
She teased my navel with the tip of her tongue, cool and sour, the sourness spreading from my navel mobilized my abs to squirm. It was a very special sensation, the hint of coolness and acidity all the way into my heart, as if it was rattling my intestines, and rattling my heart at the same time. It seemed to affect my throat as well, a sour tickling sensation came over me so quickly that I felt like screaming out of my throat.
Not only the top, the bottom was also affected, I felt a hot mass in my belly, the sensation radiating from my bellybutton directly seduced my …… well it seemed to start with the buttocks first. I felt the muscles in my ass twitch and drive my asshole; the squirming of my asshole drove my perineum to twist; then came the contraction of my testicles; then came the …… well not exactly, everything seemed to happen at once. Most precisely, the spongy body of my penis was swelling and getting hot ……
Getting an erection wasn’t easy because of her hand. Her hands were so tactless in their grip that it made me is a little sore. A pain that quells those swelling urges a bit. I’m going crazy, fire on one side and ice on the other, what is she going to do to me?
I sucked hard on her fingers, deeper and deeper, and I wanted her to scratch the itch in my throat. Just gagging wasn’t going to cut it anymore, and neither was just grunting.
Her fingers left my mouth and her tongue left my belly button. She spread my legs wide and she curled up on her knees between them, her hands stroked my legs and she gazed at my cock with all her attention. My cock was standing up proudly…the erection felt nice and punchy, tingly and hot.
I looked up slightly, at her. My breathing became more rapid as I saw her beauty. She was putting her long hair behind her head, her face showed, the humongous redness made me drunk, the eagerness also made me …… slender arms were moving; the soft armpits were special, there were fine hairs there, and the skin there was not quite the same as the rest of her skin as well, it only had a soft feeling; her breasts were quivering, and the pair of delicate and fascinating nipples playfully greeting me; her stomach was also squirming, rising and falling together; she was a bit thin, and in this position of putting her hands behind her head to coil her hair, I could see the outline of her ribs, but it was so nice, I thought she was icy, and I really regretted that I didn’t count her ribs one by one; the smooth and elegant lines of her thin waist were overflowing in front of my eyes at their own pace; oh, her crotch, her legs.
I couldn’t hold myself back, I was seduced over and over again by those smooth curves …… What’s worse, in front of those icy bones stood my penis, as if it was still smiling and saluting her!
Hair coiffed, her hand is on my stomach now.
I couldn’t help but shiver as my stomach became extra godly again.
Her hands navigated over my abs, touching each one. Her head came down and her already somewhat hot lips slowly landed on my glans ……
I couldn’t help but push up a bit, as if her hot kisses were quite inadequate. It was a whole new experience that drove me crazy; I hadn’t thought about having a woman use her mouth to give pleasure to my cock.
To be honest, I think my cock is a bit dirty. First of all, it looks black and wrinkled when it’s not erect, and it doesn’t look very clean, and sometimes when I wake up in the morning and flip open my foreskin to check it, I’ll find some white stuff on the glans, so I don’t think I’d ever want a girl to give it to me like that. I’m willing to lick a girl because I like it, and because I think girls are clean.
But it really happened. The moment I saw her cherry lips land on the glans, my pupils dilated, my thoughts drifted, and a whole new level of excitement rose up inside me. I was aroused, and in that instant, my cock must have stretched a little further, and I felt that marvelous swelling.
And there’s no way to express the visual impact, she’s such a pure and elegant girl, she’s so clean, and she actually kissed my peeing cock with her eating mouth, my God! It was so complicated that I almost passed out from excitement, but I couldn’t let go of the beauty in front of me, and I still saw my cock rocking up.
Her lips ducked and she glanced at me angrily.
I can’t read the meaning of her eyes, I don’t understand anything right now, I just want to …… I’m still a little shy. It’s weird, I’m actually shy! I can’t even remember how many times I’ve been shy except for pretending. But the feeling of shyness is really wonderful, mixed in the boiling blood, mixed in the vigorous desire, I feel as if I am much more colorful than I used to be. Wonderful in a way that can’t be described!
When she kissed again, I didn’t move, just watched and waited.
Her hand slid over the small of my back, her hand was combing through my pubic hair now! The back of her white hand, dark pubic hairs, I see my pubic hairs coming out from between her fingers, leaving some shadows on the back of her hand, the shadows are moving! Her hand came and her fingers took hold of my cock now! The penis got a touch of warmth in her palm and bounced. Her fingers gently rubbed and gripped, bringing pressure to my cock, bringing urgency to me.
I was in too much of a hurry, and as good as it felt to be held in a girl’s hand, I still craved her lips. I wanted her to kiss my glans again, or to be able to take all of my cock in. I guess that’s unlikely, I’m worried she’ll throw up if she takes it all in. I know what it’s like to have something pushed up against your throat, it’s a little bit like throwing up. My penis is definitely going to be longer than her mouth when it’s erect, and if it’s all in there, it’s a little …… I really want her to do that, and it’s okay if she just throws up all over me.
I’m kinda curious what she throws up like! Really, what does she throw up like? What does she pee like? What does it look like when she poops? My heart was pounding, and I didn’t know where all the strange and dirty thoughts were coming from. But I wasn’t just ashamed, I was exhilarated, I felt like it was all about her, and I wanted to know everything about her so desperately.
I started imagining it, I imagined her labia opening up, the tender red part in the center twitching uneasily a few times, her legs moving, spreading out, her belly loosening up a bit, and so …… so what? Where do girls pee from? That was a mystery to me. Was it from the little hole that could hold me? Could it be the one that quivered? Can’t figure it out. If you see it, you’ll understand.
I imagined those pretty folds making up the vortex squirming up and the ass moving, so it opened up, so there was …… Oh! It’s just too exciting! Maybe it won’t be so much fun when I actually see it? But really, really want to see it ah!
Especially her, my Lin Chiu Ying, do you let?
With that trance, I missed the moment I was waiting for, I didn’t see how my glans disappeared into that moment between her cherry lips, I was too sorry!
It wasn’t particularly regrettable, and the sight was now sufficiently luscious and exciting. Her lips opened up around the tip of my cock. She took in just the umbrella-shaped dick of my glans, and her lips were wrapped tightly around that coronal groove, still moving. Her reddish cheeks were also moving and dimpling. What was she doing? Sucking! Sucking indeed, and at the same time that I felt the refreshing coolness and the ironing of that deft, delicate tongue against my glans, I felt the suction of her mouth as if it were trying to suck me over!
“Ouch!” Unlucky teeth! She has very nice, white, neat teeth. I like her shell teeth, and I like to lick them when I kiss, and I like it when she bites my tongue or lips or whatever, but I don’t like it when she scrapes my glans. It really hurts, a sour kind of pain. When I get scraped by her bejeweled teeth, I shiver and wince, and don’t get me wrong I’m aroused.
The rest of it felt good; the grip and touch of her hand was to my liking. She stroked my thighs, gently giving me a tickle on my inner thighs; the pressure of her fingers made my cock ache; she teased my perineum with her fingers; her palms encompassed my scrotum, gently massaging the balls; and she used her fingernails to pick at my asshole. Ouch! That’s a kind of sour panic yet, no wonder she reacted so much when I messed with her, and I was …… also a little afraid that her fingers would really drill in.
What would it be like if it came in? What would it be like to have my cock in her ass?
There was no time to think about that, I felt my stomach getting tense and those flying sensations were making my muscles sore and going out of control. In addition, something so cool and silky was about to fly out of my cock that I couldn’t hold it in as hard as I could. The tip of her tongue was still picking back and forth on the crack at the top of my glans that was sore at the touch, teasing me ……
No way! Say nothing! Can’t just pee in her mouth! I reminded myself playfully. I knew it wasn’t peeing and I knew how wonderful it would be to cum. I tensed all my muscles trying to control myself, and I had one other thought, I can’t cum in her mouth, and I fought for that thought. That would defile her, wouldn’t it? I thought she’d always be that holy. Is that defiling? Who says she’s not saintly if I cum in her mouth? I wanted to do it! But I couldn’t.
“Quick, quick, flash ……” My body spasms, I’m going to be unable to hold it in.
She dodged away, looking at me curiously with wide, crested eyes.
I quickly rolled over onto my stomach, really hard. I clutched the root of my cock in my hand as hard as I could and jerked it as hard as I could, and then it was …… one wave, two waves, three waves, a sticky handful in my hand, sweat oozing out of my back and forehead, my muscles so sore I was going to die, and with every throb of my cock I jerked and jerked… …how come it’s still hard after all the ejaculation?
“What for?”
Her hands were on my legs and her lips landed on my ass now as she licked slowly, savoring my spasms.
“How did it go soft?”
I got all the cum from my cock in my hand and secretly smeared it on the covers again, and then after my cock finally went soft, I flopped over onto my back flat on my back and gasped for air, rolling my eyes and gagging all the time, not really listening to what she was saying to me.
“Isn’t it just …… already?”
She blushed as she looked at the wetness on my uncontested cock, bit her lip softly, and suddenly reached up and covered her face.
“I …… I that …… can’t …… I’m dead …… “
“Really dead?”
She parted her fingers and peeked at me.
“Dead.”
I really didn’t have any strength left, and it was easy to play dead, just close my eyes and there’d be no breaks. But I couldn’t keep from huffing and puffing, and I couldn’t manage my still-twitching muscles.
“You really hate, that time is not very …… make people are dead several times before …… you do not pretend to be dead, you, I …… “
Her hand clutched my cock again, not sure if the flaccid shaft was going to let her down, but as soon as she did, I screamed at the soreness.
“I’m begging you, it’s really going to get someone killed!”
“No, I still want it.”
“Auntie, I …… want, you come here?”
“I don’t want you to get it for me, I ……”
“I really need to rest for a while, so when I’m better, I’ll let you do it again, okay? You can do whatever you want. You just have mercy on me.”
She obeyed, meekly clinging to my side and pulling the covers over us.
Her body was still hot and I really felt sorry for her. I had to take her in my arms and put my hand between her legs ……
IX. Looking back in the bright moon
The flow of dreams is something I’m fascinated by, I love to dream to amuse myself in the darkness of the night as much as I love to search for prey in the night. Usually I’m not afraid of nightmares or anything like that, even if it’s full of blood or something uncertain to chase, I’m calm enough in my dreams that I’m sure I’m capable of dealing with it. But this ……
The wilderness was green, the mountain flowers were in full bloom, the forest was picturesque, and the sky was like a wash. The taste of happiness became very clear in my heart, and I was so happy that I kept letting my voice echo more than once in the vast emptiness of the sky. Beside me was my Lin Chao Ying, she was wearing the green shirt she wore when we first met, her sword was on her back, the yellow silk sash fluttering in the wind, accompanied by her soft silk.
She should be happy too, right? Why can’t I see her face a little clearly? I just saw something glittering in those shining stars that I couldn’t read. It was like she was smiling, and then it was like she wasn’t, and there was something eerie in that smile. What’s going on here?
“Yell, yell daddy, he’s your daddy.”
Who? Who’s talking to me? There’s a voice, but no figure.
“He’s not my dad, dad he ……”
A tender child’s voice, crying as if it were particularly frightened.
What’s going on here? Whose baby is it? I can’t find it no matter how hard I look. Where did the loud cries come from? I thought the baby could talk. How did it become a baby again?
Lin Chao Ying’s gaze turned, and that gaze instantly morphed into infinite sadness as she gazed at me with unblinking eyes.
I searched in bewilderment, my heart shrinking into a ball, shrinking so much that I felt a little pain.
“You lied to me!” The voice was cold, so cold it was going to freeze me too.
“I’m not!” I shouted at the top of my lungs, reaching for it, but I couldn’t stop the green shadow around me from disappearing away at my fingertips.
I felt my breathing fast, my heart was beating a little panicky, I was still in a cold sweat, and my whole body seemed to twitch involuntarily, so I woke up.
It wasn’t a dream, was it? It was all so real, as if it was revealing some time in the future. I wanted to reach up and wipe the cold sweat from my forehead, but my arm seemed a little out of control, paralyzed.
“Mmmmmm~” a soft chant in his ear.
The sensations of the body became real, the silky body still nestled in mine, and the sweet scent that filled the mantle …… was her, she was by my side and had not left me.
I opened my eyes and truly saw Lin Chaoying who was sleeping soundly with her arm on my pillow. She had crushed my arm to the point of unconsciousness, she was sleeping like a child, her hand still pressed against my chest. The warmth was clear, and even more powerful than the warmth was the sweetness of snuggling up to each other like this.
I didn’t move, letting us stay in this position, just watching her in silence as she wandered in sweet dreams. Even though the sensations in my limbs were reviving and there were like a million pins in my arms, I was still willing to be like this. Not wanting to disturb her dreams and this quiet snuggle she was giving me, I felt so good. I look at her forehead, I look at her eyebrows, I look at her long eyelashes, I look at ……… She’s so good, I can’t live without her, I know it.
I look at her and think about her too. Yes, it does take a lot of thinking, and it’s only now that I realize how little I still know this person next to me. I long to know everything about her as I think about our future.
Her brow furrowed slightly and her lips quirked, even though the curtains hadn’t been lifted and she was awake. Her body gave way slightly, as if she was hiding from something.
It took me a moment to realize that the thing in my crotch stood like it did every time I woke up from a nap, right where she was.
With her eyes closed like that, she smiled mischievously at me and slipped her hand down quietly between us, grabbing a handful of my cock and squeezing it.
It didn’t hurt, but I screamed anyway.
She pursed the corners of her lips in triumph, “Again? You’re so ……”
“Really?”
I laughed and moved her to my chest to get closer contact and also to allow my arm to rest a little. The sensation of regaining blood flow to my arm was awesome, and the tingling made me suck in one hard breath.
“I wasn’t thinking again, men do that when they wake up from a nap.”
I explained, as I noticed her brow furrowed with a bit of annoyance in her gaze as she wondered what had occurred to her.
“If you want to, get it. Isn’t that how insatiable you men are?”
Her legs were on the side of my waist, and her pussy wasn’t avoiding that contact anymore, though she wasn’t actively asking for anything.
The touch of the glans touching that tenderness was really setting my desire on fire, but then her eyes were silently extinguishing the flames.
“What’s wrong? You don’t want to?”
I didn’t move as I moved my paralyzed arm and grimaced at her.
How long had this sleep been? It seemed to be quite a long time, the light in the room had been chaotic and everything in the mantle was a bit hazy. She was a bit hazy too, especially her eyes. She bit her lip as if she was pondering something.
“Forget it if you don’t want to.” The numbness in my arm was much better, and I could smile gently, so I actively avoided the contact. “Like this, okay?” I let her rest on my other arm.
She was stunned for a moment, and slowly, she snuggled back in, next to me.
“If you want it bad enough, ……”
“Not particularly, that’s all, and I think it’s fine that we’re together.”
I lay still, closing my eyes and taking her shoulders so that we were a little closer together. Her softness and smoothness, which I’d gotten used to, still made my heart pound.
“Wasn’t I a bit of a spoilsport just now? I didn’t mean to, I just ……”
Her hand slid over my chest, hesitated, but slowly slid over the small of my back and took hold of my cock, which hadn’t gone completely limp, and gently held it.
It was so comfortable, so tempting, but I knew she was doing it so as not to embarrass me, kind of like a handout.
“On the West Side, I Have a Home ……”
Her hands stopped, and so did the person as if they had stopped, but her heart was beating so fast.
“…… There are some people in the family. I have a woman and a child ……”
I realized the change in her, I actually could have expected it and was prepared to accept it. I just felt the need to tell her, I didn’t want there to be any secrets between us, no. It took courage to say this, it took a lot of strength to say it and my heart was beating so fast.
She listened quietly, not interrupting, but her breathing became faster and she was shaking slightly. Her hand also left my cock and braced herself on the small of my back, her hand also shaking slightly.
I didn’t dare look at her, I just rambled on about myself. I’m trying to guess how she feels, but I can’t, and it makes me a little nervous.
“Saying all this, you’re ……” As I finished waiting for her verdict, she laughed softly and came over to me and kissed me softly on the corner of my lips. “Is …… trying to make an excuse for you to leave me?”
I winced in excitement and quickly went to her eyes as I felt her tone become a little colder and I couldn’t figure out why. I saw the hint of something cold in her eyes, and the cold smile, and felt her cooling body.
“No! I ……,” I said as I reached out and wrapped her in my arms as hard as I could and said I wouldn’t let go. “…… just want to tell you everything about me.”
“Yeah?” She laughed with disinterest before tweaking her finger on my lips.
“Do you think I’m really that unbelievable to you? I want to be with you forever, I don’t want anything to come between us, I ……”
Her gaze stopped at my eyes and her frown grew tighter. The flush on her face disappeared, and she went a little pale. Her lips and jaw trembled uneasily …… For a moment, she calmed down, her gaze drifted away languidly, and her body, which had been about to break away from my arms, clung meekly to my chest once more.
“Are you willing to leave your woman and child for me?”
She said, nibbling gently on my neck, her fingers sliding up to touch my eyebrows, eyes, nose, cheeks ……
“I don’t know, I’m a mess right now. I can’t not tell you, but I ……”
It was as if her teeth were going deeper into my neck, making it less easy to enunciate. She loosened up a bit.
“…… I can’t tell you how it feels, I know it’s very different from being with you ……”
“Remember, don’t mention another woman in front of one, especially in bed ……” She blocked out the rest of what I wanted to say with her finger and looked up and smiled at me.
I was a little confused and couldn’t read what was in her eyes. Did she understand? Or not? Why is her face, which was pale a moment ago, so red again? She’s not angry, maybe she’s done having babies?
“And you want to know what kind of person I am, why I’m here, and why I’ve gone and seduced you, don’t you?” She closed her eyes and rested her face back against my shoulder as her body rewound itself around me.
I was panting so hard that my blood flow was making my body tingly, and I …… was waiting, and from this moment on, every word she said would be engraved deep in my heart.
“I’m not a good girl, you know?” Her voice drifted over, as if it wasn’t beside me.
I held my breath as my hand wrapped harder around her body.
You’re a good girl, even though you’re not a virgin, and in my heart, you’re the best girl! I gritted my teeth as if I was fighting the words she said, it was also the clearest thought in my mind, I hadn’t changed what I recognized. Despite the fact that everything about her was a mystery, despite the fact that I still knew almost nothing about her except her body, despite the fact that …… I recognized that she was the one I had been looking for, then she was the best girl. Even though it seemed like there was no evidence to back up my judgment, I didn’t care.
“I don’t have a dad, I haven’t seen one for as long as I can remember ……”
My heart stuttered, I knew all too well what it was like to not have a dad, and she was just like me, she didn’t have one either.
“I was raised by a mom who loved to drink and beat me when she did, can you believe it?”
Her eyes closed and she gave me a faint smile.
I wrapped her in the quilt and snuggled her close.
“She told me to call her mom. Actually, that’s what I’ve always called her, but when I learned what mom meant, I started to wonder, but I still call her mom to this day, even though she ……”
Her body trembled slightly and her hand gripped me very hard.
“Our family was very rich, we lived in a very pretty mansion, we had many servants, and I was never happy as a child. When she was alone she fretted, and when she fretted a little she began to drink, and when she had drunk almost all the wine and was red in the face, she told the servants to bring me to her, wherever I was hidden. Then she took me in her arms and kissed me. Then she pinches, wherever her hand touches, and it hurts so much! ……”
She’s shivering even more, her eyelids are fluttering, her nails are going to be embedded in my flesh.
I grit my teeth and hold on, I’m starting to understand a little bit why she’s so emotionally unstable, she’s always just been hurt. All I can do now is do my best to protect her, pamper her, and tolerate her as best as I feel I can.
“She was choking me, laughing, and screaming a man’s name. She laughed a lot, and when she heard my screams, she got even happier. I was scared, I was in pain, I wanted to stop screaming, but I couldn’t stop screaming …… In fact, when she wasn’t hitting me, she was a very beautiful woman, very beautiful, so beautiful that you couldn’t refuse her, you know? It’s a man who can’t refuse her, no one can.
Man! Hmm! I knew what men were like at a very young age. Six years old, right? Yes, it was a mid-autumn night. The moon was so bright and full that day, like a plate hanging in the sky. She was drunk again that day, and she had me found hiding in a stone cave, and she tied me to a pillar in the gazebo, and she whipped me with a willow branch ……
There was a man drinking with her, and the man was so tall and strong, like a big mountain. I hoped that man would help me, if he could stop mom, I wouldn’t have to hurt so much. He didn’t seem to care if I was in pain or not, he just looked at me so very carefully, from head to toe, and nodded his head from time to time. Then, later, he stood up and hugged mom from behind. I was really thankful for him at the time, because he made mom stop hitting me.
They were right in front of me, and his hands were moving over mom’s body, and he actually got into her collar. At that point, I didn’t know what they were doing, I just thought that mom’s face suddenly looked so strange, and her eyes looked so strange, so different from when she was drunk. Their mouths were entwined, and they were both breathing hard.
I saw the man’s hand uncovered my mom’s dress a little bit, the shoulder was exposed, and then the rubbed and crumpled bustier, the inside of the bustier was moving. ‘Splat’, the band of the bustier was ripped off, and I saw the big hand making my mom’s breasts …… I was a bit confused at that time, but I couldn’t help but watch.
I saw my mom’s clothes getting less and less, and their movements were getting more and more urgent …… I saw the man’s horrible body, his legs with a dark and slimy sticking up in the middle of his legs …… Mom didn’t have that in the middle of her legs, and mom’s ass was very different from the man’s, in the moonlight very white and round ……”
Her voice was getting more urgent, her face rubbing against my chest, rustling, her hands going back and forth over my body, and her body getting hot. I can’t tell you how I feel inside at the moment, it’s as if I’m warbling along with her in her memories.
“By the time I was eleven I had been practicing martial arts for five years, and the man who taught me martial arts was the man who stayed at our house. I can’t tell you how I felt with that man. I hated him because he was always like that with mom, he was always putting that horrible thing in her crotch, and he screamed like a wild animal when he did it. I don’t know how mom felt, I felt humiliated. I don’t know where I heard that, but it’s a very shameful curse, and they’re putting that dirty curse on my head.
It’s not like I hated him that much, he was actually nice to me, he taught me martial arts and everything, and his presence seemed to make mom think less and less about beating me. I still hate him because I’m ignored by my mom because of his presence. I don’t know if I’m a little …… I feel like getting beat up is the only means I have to stay intimate with my mom anymore, she hits me and I want to run away, but when she stops hitting me, I ……… Maybe I don’t want to be ignored by my mom?
It rained a lot that summer, sometimes for days on end, and I still had to practice martial arts. What was the reason for practicing martial arts? I didn’t think about it at that time. I just had to practice, otherwise I would be beaten, not given food, and locked up in the dark, dark hole where I could only squat. I wasn’t afraid of being beaten, I wasn’t afraid of starving, I just didn’t want to go to that black hole where I could only squat.
The rain is really cold! It’s so cold that it’s penetrating into my bones! I could only keep practicing in the rain. The clothes were soaking wet and it was uncomfortable to stick to my body. The rain was hanging over by the wind and hitting my face was also hard. I saw the man standing on the step porch surveying me from head to toe, his gaze so unbridled. His mom beside him was leaning on his chest, smiling lewdly, as if she was happy.
Slutty? Hehehe~ She is just kinky! I know she’s screwed almost every manservant in the garden except for this man, and she’s screwed some other men I don’t even know, and every time she screams shrilly and laughs. She was actually my mom, and I was actually her daughter!
I wanted to go back to my room, my clothes were soaking wet and I needed to change, plus I wanted a hot bath.
I didn’t go back to my own room, the man took me to the big bathroom. I thought I was being punished for not practicing anywhere. He told me to undress, and he had already stripped himself. I didn’t know what to do and stood dumbfounded and shivering. He was still shamelessly fiddling with his ugly thing in front of my face, he was turning the layer of skin on the head around, the reddish ball of flesh in the center was swelling a little, that whole thing was swelling.
I was so scared, it was like I could read in the man’s eyes what was going to happen. I knew I was the same as my mom, and I didn’t have that thing between my legs, and besides, I didn’t have that patch of hair on the small of my back, and I was still naked there. What did I really look like there? I’ve never seen it myself. But I could imagine it, and I could imagine what it would look like to have something poked into that place, I’d seen it. In addition to being scared, my heart was beating extra hard. There seemed to be some longing growing inside. Yes, there was indeed some longing.
I’ve had an inexplicable craving for something like that since I knew I was a woman, because I remember the look of both pain and ecstasy on my mom’s face as she was being penetrated, and the moans that could shake the heart to its core, and the twisted and entwined bodies as they were entangled together ……
I don’t know if it was curiosity, or something else, but I just secretly had a very definite twinge of longing for that too, even though I was a little afraid of a big, thick, long thing like that actually poking its way into me. The thought had been there for a while now, and I hated myself so much when it popped into my head, because I felt like I was as slutty as my mom, at least in my mind.
He was coming. I held on to my sash for dear life, deadened my eyes, desperately fighting off my trembling, desperately trying to control my increasingly erratic breathing and heartbeat, all in vain. I felt his body heat, felt myself enveloped by that huge shadow, my legs were weak one by one, wanting to escape, and wanting very much to just fall into his arms …… hehehe ~ I’m really my mother’s daughter. At that time, I really wanted to fall into his arms, and wanted him to reveal the answers to the questions that had been in my mind for a long time.
His big, strong hands grabbed my shoulders and he violently ripped my shirt off, still baring his mouth as if he was savoring something delicious.
I don’t know why I put my arms over my chest to block my boobs. Probably due to shame? Actually, I don’t have much of a concept of shame, and it’s not the first time this body has been naked in front of this man. But this time was very different, I wanted to cover up or else the shame would crush me completely while the dark thoughts inside me would rub me down.
He was behind me, his big rough hands slipping over my shoulders and up my arms, his tongue sliding up my back.
I was cold, so cold that I couldn’t stop shivering one way or the other. His hands were rough, but warm, and so was his tongue. His hands and tongue gave me warmth along with a tingling and panicky feeling. I did my best to brace myself to stand and not fall over, those tingles and panic were making my muscles sore, my legs seemed to be getting weak, and I had some strange sensations running up there ……”
Her breath tickled my skin, the wariness of her body affected me. I can’t tell you how I felt, it was like I was right there, watching my beloved being savored by a demon. She was so young then, she was only eleven. Her body hadn’t developed yet, had it? She was still so slender. She’d had such a miserable childhood and was about to begin her teenage years in the devil’s bloody mouth. I think I shivered too.
“His tongue licked down the cleft of my back, his hands slid from my armpits down my ribs bit by bit, stopping at my waist. He unbuckled my belt and he peeled my pants down, his hands leaving sensations in my crotch and legs that made me shudder.
I felt my head go blank, fear didn’t seem to matter at all in this moment, I felt his body heat was warming up my body that was going to freeze.
His tongue came to my ass now, and then he picked at my ass balls, moving them in the crack between them. His hands then swam back from my ankles bit by bit, touching my calves, my knees, my thighs, and his hands rustled against my thighs, the calluses rubbing against my skin, reddening my skin and hurting me a little bit, and from time to time his hands increased in strength. His hand slid up over the small of my back, and his tongue touched the place I was most afraid to touch, and he sipped da… ……
Maybe I was born to be a slut, I forgot my shame at that time, as if I had forgotten everything, I just felt so comfortable. As if even the inside of my body is so comfortable, those rubbing and licking to drive away the cold and panic in my body, comfortable feeling from the place of contact, and then a little bit of infiltration of the internal organs, in my veins spread, straight to the heart, and then make my scalp also tickle.
I felt myself shaking, while every pore around me seemed to be expanding, and the cold hairs seemed to be falling off. It was as if a million little hands were reaching out at the same time, scratching endlessly inside of me, and one of them seemed to be scratching my throat, making me want to scream out as hard as I could. It was a very different feeling than when I wanted to scream when I was beaten, my screams when I was beaten were solely to match my mom’s laughter, whereas now, I was literally trying to scream out on my own ……
It was so hot in the bathroom, and everywhere there was steam that blurred out the sight from the bath tub. The water was so clear, and there were fragrant flower petals on the surface of the water, and the scent was transported by the steam, floating around the room. I felt like I was floating too.
The water was so hot, so hot that I wanted to jump out of the tub. But I had no strength at all, and all I could do was lean against the man and gasp for air, letting him rub my body, letting him impale me ……
I knew that my body was supposed to be able to let him in, I had a hole there where I had touched myself to pee. On top of the little hole where I peed there was something else that tickled and ached and felt good when I touched it, and he kept just fiddling with his fingers there. I couldn’t stand it, so I kept twisting and jerking, but I didn’t want him to stop. It was really nice, his touch was tugging at my heartstrings, dominating me.
I waited, and I felt a very strong demand arise inside my body at the same time. I thought that he would thrust in and those anxious aches and itches would be resolved, wouldn’t they? I imagined endlessly what his dark, slimy thing would look like inside me, even though I couldn’t see it. Like this ……”
Her legs moved against the side of my waist and her pubic hair rustled against the small of my back, rubbing against my skin and pubic hair.
I felt it, I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t curb my frantic heartbeat. I felt the soft cushion of flesh between her legs grow hot from the friction, felt her two moist pussy lips touching my cock one at a time, wet and tender. I don’t know why my body actually got aroused while listening to her talk about these miserable things, even though my heart was warring along with her. My penis held up, touching those delicate tissues of hers from time to time ……
Her hand looped over and gently took hold of my cock, holding it in place, then letting my glans swim a little in that crack.
“Don’t, don’t, I can’t ……” I gasped. I meant what I said, as much as my body wanted her so badly, I knew my heart couldn’t allow me to do that, wouldn’t that rub salt in her broken heart?
“I want to.” She broke away from my arm and propped her upper body up by holding onto my chest.
I froze. Her face was streaked with tears, which still streamed from the corners of her eyes, but her face was red, her brow was furrowed, and she was eager ……
I can’t describe the shock of seeing her like this. Her beauty suddenly added a little bit of unruly wildness, a little bit of sadness, a little bit of soul-stirring delicacy and flirtation, she completely changed, from the girl who seemed a little shy in her generosity to a bewitching and eye-catching woman. To be precise, on the back of her sultry splendor, I saw a splash of jumping hatred that she was unleashing without reservation, and I was struck with a sudden panic. As to why? I couldn’t say.
“Oh…” she let out a long shush and sat up, not moving. Her hands ran up her stomach, clutching her breasts in her palms. Her head hung over her chest, her long hair covering her face.
I was caught up in the frenzy she was creating for me: my cock was wrapped around her, getting warm and cozy in that tightly closed cavity, very nice; my eyes followed her hand to her breasts and watched through her long, beautiful, soft hair as that pair of protruding amber puffs quivered; I saw her chest and stomach rising and falling violently, that tiny belly button changing shape as it rose and fell; her belly was also squirming; her legs were on the side of my waist, and those tender scrapes mobilized my muscles ……
“You move! Doesn’t it hurt when you move?” She looked up at me, and the gaze became unfamiliar. “Is that what I’m being asked to do?” Her eyes widened, her empty gaze streaming over my face, and then she started ……
My cock was thrusting in and out of her vagina to her rhythm, her pussy was hot and slippery, but the tight grip communicated clearly. When entering, her cunt would relax a little to make the entry smoother, swallowing my cock all the way to the deepest part of her. When spitting out, her vagina tightens, increasing the friction to the maximum, as if she wants to keep my penis there in its entirety. Switching things up a little, swallowing tight and spitting loose, so the breakthrough became very strong ……
Her waist and hips swirled, so the friction was no longer a single penetration, her vagina spiraled around my penis, and the suction created in that twist and turn was going to suck me over …… Her hands were braced on my chest, and her upper body was leaning forward. As her body moved, her long hair swept across my chest and stomach ……
X. Spring
A heavy, muffled thunderclap rang in my ears, and the whole broken temple was illuminated for that instant, and I felt a very cold wind swept across my face with slanting raindrops.
Just now, was what appeared in my head real, or fake? I can’t tell. But I’d rather that it was something that really happened around me, the past years were like water, passion like fire, beauty like jade, how nice it was! I was young at that time, and did not yet know that there were cold hearts beating around me besides mine.
Is that so? What about all the memories of what seemed like a charmingly strange encounter, why am I suddenly thinking of coldness? It seems like my brain is really messed up enough lately.
I reached up and wiped at my face, as if trying to erase all those jumbled thoughts inside along with the raindrops, not sure if I could do it.
It’s actually hard to erase, and I know my heart is still playing catch-up. The story of that person in my heart has only just begun, what does it look like behind? I know I do know, I can’t think of it right now simply because my brain doesn’t work very well.
Maybe it’s just that people who are a little older like to reminisce about their past times? I like to think about it.
But why did it seem like I was intentionally avoiding it? It’s as if I’m purposely breaking myself out of my thoughts, and not because of the very loud thunder.
Why am I forcing myself to interrupt my memories? It’s really a bit confusing. Is that a wound that can’t be healed?
Could it hurt? Those times were so good. I don’t just get pleasure when I look back, there’s a hint of something sweet rising up inside me, and it’s like I’m smiling.
Laugh? Yeah, I’ve kind of lost track of the last time I laughed from the bottom of my heart. Now, I did laugh.
Am I laughing? Why does that laugh sound so shrill? The thunderstorm, the wind, and the creaking of the broken temple couldn’t seem to cover it.
Who, who’s laughing like me? I’m a little upset.
It’s like it’s not learning from me, and that laugh is so kind of rueful.
I raised my eyelids to re-frame the scene in the broken temple.
What’s that little girl up to?
She held onto the already tattered columns and actually shook them! A couple of tiles had fallen off, and the rain leak was becoming a big problem. Shake it, my ass! The house fell down and it hurts?
I didn’t want to expose myself to the pouring rain wet, and I just didn’t want that little girl to collapse the broken temple. I had to stop her, but I was a bit intolerant.
I put my head down and counted on my fingers, otherwise I could never count.
Is it the fifty-fifth or fifty-sixth year? The exact number always confuses me as much as those bizarre thoughts. Actually, there’s no need to get too clear, I’ve been on this earth for more than fifty years all in all. In more than fifty years of life, I’ve seen all kinds of people, as well as all kinds of smiles. But such heartfelt hatred, expressed with a harsh smile, was rare.
I looked up, silently, at the little girl whose five fingers on her left hand had been embedded in the post and who was shivering there.
She was shaking hard, all over. She was smiling, craning her neck, her empty gaze staying in the hole that had lost several tiles and was leaking rain one by one. The smile was a little telling, a little exaggerated. To be honest, it wasn’t pretty. Why would a pretty little girl smile like that? It’s easy to wrinkle a pretty face when you change your cheeks so drastically. Especially if you’re tearing up like that, the wind is cold, and it’s easy to herniate that tender face.
My heart stuttered, I don’t know why I seemed to be a little excited. I couldn’t take my eyes off the little girl ……
Haggard, resentful, struggling to restrain, struggling before exploding, repressed, twisted …… What else is there? Maybe there’s a lot more to it.
In addition to these mixed emotions, I also saw those trembling lips. It was as if those lips had lost their blood color and were not delicate enough, but they did appeal to me. I saw her gasp a few times, and her teeth came over and bit that lip hard. Then the laughter became very special, coming from the corners of her mouth and nose.
She tilted her neck. Not a lot of her neck was actually showing, but since her skin was really nice, that fresh section of her neck was …… her breasts rising and falling dramatically once it met the light. Oh! It was a good breast yet! Her shirt had dried, and she was a little wide, but the line of her chest was really seductive yet!
It’s good to be young! This little girl is quite pretty it’s true, but I’m excited because of that envy-inducing youth.
The young lass wasn’t the only one in the broken temple; in the corner of the broken temple was a pair of men and women who were so handsome that they were a little too shy to touch them.
I kind of remembered that there was a bit of trouble between them. It seems that the girl had a crush on the young man who was quite a catch, and the young man actually married someone else because of his low self-esteem, or something. Oh, that other person is there, and is now clinging to the young man’s side.
I couldn’t keep my eyes off the pair for long.
In fact, there’s nothing particularly out of the ordinary about them, and as usual, I say I shouldn’t stare at them with such good eyeballs.
That young man is quite a force to be reckoned with. He’s handsome, and he’s got a bit of an ethereal flavor to him. Floating? When I think of that word, a shadow comes into my head. It’s not exact, but I know it’s the best embodiment of the word. This young man is not even close.
That little daughter-in-law was also quite charming. Small nose, small mouth, sweet appearance, especially the pair of watery eyes is quite soft. Charming, soft? My heart was pounding again, and my mind kept coming up with other shadows to corroborate all the words describing women to me.
They really weren’t that out of the ordinary, but I just fixed my eyes on them and couldn’t move away.
It’s like something else popped into my head, it’s so ethereal it’s not quite clear ……
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It’s really a familiar place! So familiar yard, so familiar everything.
Far away. Looking out along the flying eaves of the main house, the snowy mountains in the distance in the cover of the blue sky look transparent, pure, and a little mysterious; the sky is so blue …… that I can not say that feeling; the clouds are mischievously changing the pattern in the blue sky, and incidentally, the snowy mountains are also changing.
Closer, it’s my yard, and my house. Yes, it’s mine because it’s so familiar.
I built this house with my own hands, brick by brick, wood by wood. Why go to all that trouble to build a house? It’s kind of hard to remember. It seems to be in honor of someone, and it’s a woman. As to whether it was for Lin Chao Ying? I really can’t say. Is it? It’s possible. I know Lin Chiu-ying is the most important person in my life. No? It’s also possible, I know that Lin Chaoying is not the only one that makes me deeply engraved in my heart. This house is completely made in the style of the Jiangnan water village, exquisite and elegant, quite beautiful.
I designed this yard myself, too.
The cloister stretches freely between the mountains, rocks, trees, and pools, and that’s where I take my walks.
Mountains that are rocky. The more peculiar the stone, the more I like it. I like the coolness of the stone caves. When it’s hot, I sleep between the rocks.
Tree, it is a peach tree …… Is the face of peach blossom, peach blossom is also like the face of jade? Originally I didn’t like peach trees or peach blossoms much, I didn’t have them in my yard. Then there were, because there was one person who loved the peach blossoms in March the most.
She told me, “…… I found a place with peach blossoms everywhere, do you want to go see it?”
I wanted to tell her, “Come with me, I have peach blossoms all over my place too.”
I didn’t, because I couldn’t lie to her. It’s true that I didn’t have any peach blossoms in my garden at that time, and they were hard to grow where I lived.
A pool that flows. It took me a lot of effort to get this water to gurgle through my garden all seasons, all the time. It’s really a lot of work because we get ice here in the winter. I cut culverts underneath where the water flows through to heat it up and keep it from freezing. It’s worth the extra effort because water that doesn’t flow doesn’t go well with her.
I had it built, but I always lived alone.
I live here and wonder if I’m going to be like this garden and just fall back and wait it out.
“Master, a flying dove message from the young master.” A snake slave in white robes came knee-deep along the small stone path from the Moon Gate with his head hung low and his hands holding a very delicate small bamboo tube. The small bamboo tube was engraved with a small snake that was spitting out letters, the mark of Ke’er.
I was sitting on the edge of a clear pool washing my feet while fishing with my hookless rod.
Usually at this time no one is allowed to disturb, and if they do, the consequences are known to the snake slaves – when the peach blossoms are in bloom, the master is at his most withdrawn and violent.
There is only one circumstance in which snake slaves are allowed in my garden, and that is if Kerr has any news.
Ke’er has grown up, he’s twenty-six years old, and he’s made his way into the world. But I always felt that he was still a child, and I always worried about him.
There’s really nothing to worry about, he’s not bad at martial arts. Ke’er is my pride, the brightest star in my life, I can’t tell you how important he is in my heart, without him, I don’t know if I could have survived until now. Yes, life is bright because of him, and a world that had become dim is made gorgeous by his very sweet grin.
Oh, that was when he was a little boy, when that laugh was such a pull for me from the gray. Kerr’s smile isn’t so innocent now, and even though he smiles more now than he did when he was a kid, and shows off his nice, straight teeth, it’s really not as cute as it was when he was a kid.
Not cute anymore? No, I still love him so much, he’s a part of me yet! And he does have something to love about him.
He was a beautiful boy, his looks inherited from his mom’s bounty. He was a very smart boy, with a mind that he probably inherited from me, we didn’t even have to be taught martial arts a third time.
A brilliant child is prone to pride. Now that I think about it, perhaps I have pampered Ke’er too much, or perhaps I like him too much, his martial arts skills are not bad, but it seems that there is a big gap between the level I had when I was in my twenties. Indeed, there is a big gap! His mind can’t concentrate on martial arts training, he seems to think that there are so many interesting things to do outside of martial arts training.
I found out about this problem with Kerr early on, I even beat him up about it, and that was the only time I ever punched him.
“Uncle, if you beat me, it is not good for me, my mother in heaven is ……” He stretched his neck and looked at me unyieldingly.
My head went numb and I couldn’t keep my hands off him. I couldn’t do it. We were the only ones left.
So, Kerr’s martial arts were so half-baked like his learning. I know it’s not good, but I can’t help it. It doesn’t really matter, I’m on Ke’er’s side.
I opened the lid of the small bamboo tube and took out Kerr’s handwritten book from the center.
“Uncle adults, your honor: nephews in the jianghu, the wind and moon, where more than a year. There is no danger of evil, but hard work and fatigue, wind and dew sharpening, think about it.
To, living in the white camel and do not know the world of the wonderful, frogs also. Nephew twenty-six years old, the marriage is not yet. Uncle adults often turn to tell, but nephews think it is very tied, routinely ignored, so that Shaohua like water, regret. Now wandering in the Central Plains prosperity. There are women Huang’s, Xia Rui like fairy; smoke and fog, like feather; look at the color, straight non-fan dust characters. Nephew wants to wife, very eager. Troublesome uncle adults personally walk the East China Sea line, non-this is not enough to become a beautiful thing to carry on. I’d like to see you again. Nephew Ke character.”
I ran my hand through my bristly beard with delight. It was worth it! Kerr actually wanted to have a family.
Women were a wonderful thing that Kerr delighted in figuring out, and he was forever surrounded by countless girls, so he never thought about having a family.
It’s not a big deal if you don’t have a family or not, but children are important, they are the continuation of life. Kerr doesn’t seem to understand that. He’s just playing.
Is it really that much fun? Girls are pretty wonderful, especially pretty ones, I know. But I also knew that the physical pleasure would soon wear off, and it would be more about the bleakness on my pillow when I was alone. Men are meant to find a home for their souls, and it took me years to figure that thing out.
Ke’er is still young and a bit naive, maybe he’ll realize it when he grows up, I always think so. It’s good to experience more women, to know what you really want after you’ve washed your hands of them, so I’ve never discouraged Kerr’s almost paranoid love of girls.
Now, I’m so happy that he sent a letter all the way from the Central Plains, asking me to travel to the Central Plains just for a girl. Guess he found it, right? Ke’er has grown up, hasn’t she?
I yanked my feet up out of the clear pool and stood up without my boots. I’m not sure if my face is a little red, if my eyes are a little too excited, if I’m getting up a little too fast, my heart is beating so fast.
Snake Slave was obviously a little surprised that he actually looked up at me.
Have I lost my temper? Oh, yes, a little bit. Too happy, maybe.
“Why don’t you go to the Warming Pavilion and pack my bags, I’m going out.” I unhooked the string of silver keys from my belt and threw them in front of Snake Slave.
“Yes.” He backed out of the room with the key in his hands in fear.
I didn’t raise my eyes to look at this snake-slave again, I’m pretty much uninterested in anything that won’t remain in this world anymore.
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Today’s master is really a bit special, that white face that always doesn’t have the slightest expression actually has a hint of redness, that pair of eyes that are always ethereal and misty also actually has a hint of excitement, the master actually lets himself go to the Warm Pavilion! My God! The Warm Pavilion ah! That is a dream-like place ah!
Along the delicate stone path, smelling the indescribable aroma of the delicate peach blossoms scattered over the roadside, listening to the sound of gurgling water, stepping onto the small bridge. Just fifteen more steps forward, around the hill that obscured the view, the small building with flying eaves in the pink peach blossoms was there. Snake Slave felt his hands shivering a little as the string of white and silver keys went transparent.
No one else but the master had ever been in that enigmatic warming chamber. What was it really like there? What’s in there? Are there any legendary fairies? There should be, right? According to the older snake slaves, the master was a hero who could bring back the fairies from the snowy mountains, and they had really seen them. The legendary exotic treasures might be in the warm pavilion, right? It is said that the master is the best assassin in the jianghu, as if he is also a particularly rich assassin, and those of his ……
There was the sound of a piano, oh, a zither.
There’s someone in the warming chamber? Who is it? Could it be a fairy?
It must be a fairy. A strange man like the master should be accompanied by a fairy.
Listen to the sound of the koto, like the sound of melting, shedding ice splashing down.
The windows of the little building were open, and the sound of the zither was splashing out of them.
The sound of the zither really seemed to be mixed with a woman’s sigh! The sigh was like the wind that swims through the empty valley.
The snake-slave quickened his pace and grabbed the key to the door of the warming chamber, which had a silver lock on it.
Heart beating, hands shaking, like a demon.
Inside is where the master and the fairies live, and no one has ever seen what it’s like. Now, one was about to go inside. Is it an honor, or …… is it? No matter what one must go in and see, that sigh seemed to be the magic spell.
The hall on the first floor was empty of anything. The floor, however, did not have a trace of dust on it, reflecting the light and brightening the whole hall. On the paneled wall directly south was a painting of a man’s back.
Who is this man? As if it wasn’t the master’s portrait. The man was shorter than his master, and seemed to be a bit stronger than his master. His hair and lapels were fluttering in the wind, as if they were about to float out of the painting. The drawing was so good, that simple line outlined the rhyme of a very ethereal man.
The zither stopped, but the buzzing aftermath didn’t seem to stop, like a bead dropped and still rolling.
The floorboards rattled softly a few times, then ……
The snake-slave couldn’t help but turn his face toward the stairs in anticipation.
Faint fragrance shallow sent over, gentle slow footsteps close to the stairs, see the stairway a swing of the white train of the piece, there is a snow white, pink feet in the skirt corner of the edge of the show a little bit of …… Oh, that toenails actually painted with a delicate red.
No wonder the footsteps were so light, so fairies don’t wear shoes. Snake Slave stared blankly at the stairway, covering her chest with her hand as hard as she could, forgetting the rules and not caring that the keys fell on the floor. In her eyes was the foot that had ducked into the corner of her skirt again, and it was really pretty! The playful, dainty toes; the delicate, white, greasy instep that was actually as transparent as white jade; oh, the pink palms; and the round, delicate ankles; and ……
“Come up.” That soft voice was so nice and soft, one of those flying swallow murmurs from the south of the river, I guess!
Up there? She wants me to go up! Why does she want me to go up there? Does she know that I want to see her…especially?
Can I? Am I so blessed? I’m just a lowly snake slave.
But, but the voice was a spell, gripping my feet, clawing at me, and I actually took a step toward the stairs. I wanted to look at her so badly, I couldn’t tell myself why I wanted to so badly. The moment her skirt fluttered away, it was without her invitation that I felt like I would have gone after her without a second thought, I was just a little afraid to. Now, she actually invited me, great!
Didn’t the master ask me to come and pack? Why is there a fairy living here? Could it be ……?
Who cares? I have to go. She’s asking me to come up.
The zither is ringing again. With every step, it rang. Again, as if the heart was ringing with every beat. There was soft laughter in between.
She’s smiling because I’m here? Is it? There’s no one else!
She smiles, what does it look like? How beautiful would a fairy’s smile be?
Hands and feet are feeling paralyzed; the body seems to be expanding and shrinking; the scalp, the skin, the pores, I can’t tell if they are tightening or loosening, but they are indeed in motion. These dozen steps are really a long and wonderful journey, in which one can feel many things that one did not know before bubbling up in one’s heart.
The furnishings on the second floor couldn’t have been simpler: a low table, two futons, and there was a bamboo curtain dividing the room into two halves, the inside of which was a hazy mystery.
“Sit.” Her sleeve swung gently.
I really want to sit down, my legs are so soft. However, the head does not seem to be very good, just staring stupidly at the scenery inside the bamboo curtain.
It’s a real landscape, like the warmth of a graceful mountain in a fine mist. The bamboo curtains make the scenery inside very hazy, and this haze is very nice.
There was a zither couch with a zither on it, and beside the couch leaned an overflowing delicate curve. It seems to be a bit abstract. Can a woman be described by her curves? Indeed not, because that curve is so soft and beautiful, but at the same time, it is still flowing, so how should I describe it?
In fact, there is no need to go to the trouble of describing it, she just reclined there, lethargy, laziness, skillful, and naturally exudes a trace of not the earth’s meteorological illusory sense. This sense of illusion seems to be a little artificial traces, in addition to the bamboo curtains, there are cages in the piano couch next to the incense burner in the curling smoke. In the light of the wrong, the smoke curls, so the scene seems to be a bit like floating up, so unreal.
The sense of illusion is actually still in the heart, I saw the light and shadow of the white clothes in the snow, saw her quiet and elegant side, saw her gently resting on the zither of the hand …… Oh, this elongated fingers, this delicate and soft palm, can not ignore the cuffs of the wrist that a touch of moist, can not ignore the shoulder in the white clothes, the elegant and stretching the flow of the skirt corners to reveal the That little bit of foot… So there she was again as if she would disappear in front of my eyes at any moment, ethereal and unreal.
Foolishly standing outside the bamboo curtain, foolishly not knowing what to do, before seeing the appearance of this fairy, people already do not know where they are.
“Sit down.” A silvery laugh, she turned her face, her eyes lifted.
Struck, struck weak in the knees by that somewhat gracious, somewhat mischievous divine light in that instant.
The scene before her eyes was still a blur, but the eye-waves were very clear, as clear as if they were close at hand. The laughter was clear, too, and her pleasure was clear, as if she had seen the slightly raised corners of her mouth lifting her cheeks, and there was an intoxicating smile on those alabaster fleur-de-lis cheeks that tantalized the soul.
Curtains are so annoying! Blocks out the magical scenery. Curtains are so nice! Blocks out the glory that makes it impossible to look at.
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There’s really nothing to pack at all, the Central Plains has everything. I’m afraid what needs to be cleaned up is my heart, I haven’t been to the Central Plains for a long time. It seems that I have told myself that I will not go to the Central Plains anymore, even if I have an appointment for the second Mount Hua Sword Festival, I am not very prepared to participate in it. The title of No. 1 in the world is not important to me at all.
The Jiuyin Zhenjing was more or less tempting, but it was just another level of martial arts, and I wasn’t too attached to it. I don’t quite believe that having a martial arts secret book that has been made into a myth is all that magical. You know, martial arts are practiced and created by people, and I don’t think that something created by someone else would be any more magical than what I think it is.
Curious to a point, martial arts are actually very wonderful, and brand new martial arts are indeed as tempting as a nubile, naked virgin to a horny man, but none of that is enough to make me go back to that land again with this once-severed heart.
I still have to pack up my heart and head to the Middle Kingdom because of Kerr.
The only thing I have to carry with me is this half of the Jade Jue. Ever since I got it, it hasn’t left my heart. It was a piece of ordinary jade that wasn’t worth much, and the carving wasn’t particularly detailed, with a Guanyin statue roughly carved into it. Now, in two halves, one of Guanyin’s eyes squinted at the chaos of the world, and there was a bit of blood on her knee that would never fade away. That blood is mine, dripping from my heart onto this jade jad. This jade has a story, but I can’t tell it. If I do, my heart can’t bear it. That’s why I can’t go to the Central Plains.
By now, the jade jad was so shiny and moist that even the ruptured breaks were flat and moist. I held it in my hand and gently ran my fingers over it, gazing at the bit of blood. Tenderness rose in my heart, melting away my always too serious face, then, my nose was a little sour, then my eyes were a little hot ……
At dusk, I walked through the grove of peach trees and came to sit on the stone bench in front of the warm pavilion. Compared to the colorful and delicate peach blossoms in the sunlight, I prefer the delicate languor of the sunset, I think the peach blossoms of the Warm Pavilion are the most beautiful in the sunset, and the smell is not too strong.
The door was closed, the lock locked, and the key hung in the lockhole. The windows were also shut tight, but still a sharp shriek filtered through the warmth of the room.
My hands clenched into fists, squeezing them tightly and sweating a little. I knew what was going on in there, and just thinking about it made me especially excited. But I’d have to wait a little while for everything to settle down before I could go in. She likes to be clean and doesn’t really like people to see the gore she creates. I had no business sharing that scene with her if I wasn’t particularly happy or upset about it.
The slanting sun poured its golden afterglow from the snowy mountain side into my peach blossom forest, and the tired petals fluttered down in the wind, reflecting the blood-like color of the remnants of the sun and falling.
I looked at the falling petals and shushed softly, closing my eyes to quietly savor the last warmth of the setting sun.
The light dimmed a bit, and the setting sun appeared to be hiding behind the snow-covered mountains. Those uneasy screams also stopped and disappeared. In their place were a few languid zheng sounds.
I stood up and walked over to the door of the warming pavilion, gently unlocking it and hanging the key back on my belt before I pushed it open.
The first floor remained spotless. I walked over to the portrait and looked very closely at the guy in it and smiled a little.
The room was filled with a very strong sandalwood scent, which I don’t like to smell, it’s the smell of blood that’s more exciting in comparison. But she seems to like to use sandalwood to the blood to cover up a little, disguised as if nothing had happened.
I took out my flint and flint, went to the lampstand, and very carefully lighted the lamp filled with fresh oil, so that the hall was lighted. It was a nice lamp, no nasty smoke, and bright.
The stairs were cleaned well, a good habit of hers. I bent down, put my nose to the stairs, inhaled deeply, closed my eyes, and let the somewhat fishy odor swirl around in my lungs in silence, shivering with excitement.
The floorboards rattled softly a few times, the white shirt horns and the feet with red painted toenails didn’t appear at the top of the stairs, she came, but hid.
I straightened up, shrugged my nose pleasantly, and let out a long shush before striding up the stairs.
“No, no …… you don’t come up here! You get out!” She screamed at the top of her lungs, not at all gently, and a little scared.
“You don’t want me?” I went up one step at a time without slowing down, and my voice didn’t waver in the slightest.
“I ……” her breath caught and the sound of her rubbing against the board walls could still be heard. “…… Please, don’t torture me anymore.” Her voice trailed off, timid and soft, turning into a plea, and there was something very special in the plea, trembling and glutinous.
“Torture? You think that’s torture? Don’t you love the taste of blood? Don’t you love killing people? How about the taste of a beating heart? Do you think I’m torturing you? Who’s torturing who? Why did you do it when I begged you? Huh? My voice hadn’t changed a bit, the speed of my speech, the tone of my voice, my breathing, my heartbeat, even my footsteps on the stairs.
There were three more steps to go when I heard a body sliding down the boardwalk.
“No, not again!” She screamed, banging her head against the paneling.
“If you don’t say anything, you know I’m always willing to listen to you. I’m coming, come here.” I took the last step and stood.
“I don’t ……” could hear the clothes thrashing, could hear her sharp gasp.
I waited, my heart sinking one by one, so heavy that it seemed to crush the floorboards as well.
She came, crawling on her knees, and appeared at the sliding door opposite the stairway. Her hand holding the sliding door was so white that there was not the slightest trace of blood in it, nor was there the slightest trace of blood in her face pressed against it; her lips were pale and shivering, and her otherwise sword-like phoenix eyes were full of fear ……
Fear? Heh heh ~ is it in fear of me? Not really. In fact, she’s not the same person anymore, she’s been tortured by something that can only be called the devil, but that thing isn’t me.
I stood, watching her quietly.
She avoided my gaze, but she also had to work up the courage to face me in order to accurately grasp what I meant.
“Do you want to undress? This red shirt is really redundant isn’t it?” Her eyes drooped, her lashes hiding her eyes as she hid behind them and peered surreptitiously. Her cheeks twitched slightly, her lips pursed uneasily. Her hand moved away from the sliding door ……
I did not move to look at her. Look at her thin and haggard cheeks, the years will leave marks, her eyes have some wrinkles, the corners of the mouth also have, cheeks are no longer as tender as in the past. Look at her pale hand reached over to the head of the hair cover removed, so a puddle of silver silk draped down, her hair has long been all white. Watching her fingers gently and skillfully undo her own straps, gently and skillfully removing her white coat. She said that the white garment was a red shirt …… I don t move does not mean that I don t move.
Soon she was naked and exposed to the air, and she curled her body into a ball shyly.
She is still so beautiful, this body still maintains the luster of teenage years. Her legs, her waist, her skin …… Oh, it seems like it hasn’t changed at all. What is different is her breasts, originally petite breasts are now plump, the color of nipples and areola is already very dark, and, there are so many fine teeth marks on her breasts; what is different is her ass, originally a little bit narrow small buttocks are now plump, rounded, a mature woman’s ass. But she still hasn’t changed at all, in my mind.