(i)
When school ended at 4:30, I yawned and picked up my book bag, ready to leave, when Fang Junyan called out to me.
Fang Jun Yang is a girl, and I have a pretty good relationship with me, usually not quite as enthusiastic, but also a bit of interaction.
I was quite impressed with her.
She walked up to me and looked at me as if she was going to say something, froze for a moment and didn’t, a blush rising to her cheeks.
I also froze for a moment, thinking something special was about to happen. I had never looked at her face so closely before, and only now did I realize how delicate her features were. Her pupils were very dark, and her little nose was a little turned up.
Seeing me looking at her like that, she lowered her head slightly, then said, “I have a few chemistry leveling questions I want to ask you.” Although her demeanor was calm, there was a slight tremor on her voice.
This is obviously an excuse. Although my chemistry is not bad, but her tablemate is the chemistry class representative, and she herself is also ranked in the top ten, looking for me to ask for advice makes no sense. These thoughts were running through my head, and before I could answer, she added, “I could ask you tomorrow, but I have to return the reference books I borrowed tomorrow, so could you come to my house tonight?”
The words came out in one breath, and when she finished, she looked at me with wide eyes, as if relieved, which made me nervous.
Fang Jun Yang was on the track team, slim and flexible, short hair, a bit of a tomboyish personality, rarely matronly, which I appreciated. I was pondering her intentions, did not answer immediately. She was anxious, whispered: “It’s okay, my family is not there.”
“Huh?”
She suddenly realized the misleading nature of the statement, her face all red, and it was hard for her to keep her composure: “I mean, about 7:30, is that okay?”
It seemed like no reason to say no now, so I said yes. Besides, who would say no. Even though she wasn’t a mega-beauty, I felt that she made me feel comfortable. Thinking about her eyes, dark and deep, made my heart flutter.
At dinner I tried my best to recall the interactions I’d had with her and her motives for inviting me, but I was completely lost and almost ate my dinner up my nose. At seven o’clock I changed into a pair of freshly laundered jeans and threw on a shirt and headed out the door. Her house wasn’t far from mine, and on a breezy early fall evening, I arrived at her doorstep a quarter of an hour later. Her house is the kind of old bungalow, there is a small yard in front of the door, a rack of grapes.
I was hesitating whether it was too early, when the screen door squeaked and Fang Jun Yang walked out. She was wearing jean shorts, a sleeveless shirt, and pink slippers, pulling money out of her pocket as she walked. When she saw me, she was shocked, and then smiled shyly.
“You’re early, I was going to go out and get a watermelon for you!”
Her face was red again, almost as if it hadn’t receded since the end of school. It’s no wonder though, because I’m staring intently at her legs. Why hadn’t I noticed before that she had such nice legs? Long and slender, yet smooth and full looking. I withdrew my gaze and said, “No need to buy it, I just ate and I’m full.”
She thought for a moment : “That’s fine, why don’t you come in and sit down first, we’ll talk later.”
I stepped through the door. As I walked past her, I smelled the scent of soap, which seemed to emanate naturally from a young body. She shrinks back a little without realizing it, is she afraid of me?
“Up ahead on the left is my room.” Her voice came from behind. It was the first time I’d been in a girl’s room, and alone, so I couldn’t help but suck in a slight breath.
The room was simple, the only places to sit were a chair and a bed. There were clothes hanging on the back of the chair, so I thought for a moment and had to sit on the bed. In my heart, I felt slightly adventurous, but… Fang Jun Yang walked in with two glasses of coke, and when she saw me sitting on the bed, she seemed to understand what was going on, and with an embarrassed smile, she put down her things and collected the scattered clothes. One pair of panties fell on the floor, causing her embarrassment, but luckily I pretended not to see it. When she bent over, I couldn’t help admiring her ass again. It was indeed a beautiful ass, I…
She looked up suddenly, startling me.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
She didn’t make a sound, then slowly sat down next to me. There was silence for what seemed like a minute, then she spoke, very quietly, “I didn’t come here to ask you a question.”
She runs her fingers over the sheet between us, then lifts her head. I saw her deep black pupils again, and trembling lips. Looking down the neckline, I could see small, full breasts.
“I… I like you.” She said.
I could tell she was shaking all over, but it didn’t matter because I was shaking too. Her confession was so direct and moving that I couldn’t help but like her.
Her fingers traced the edge of my jeans: “I don’t know why… I looked forward to seeing you every day, and when I stayed home at night, I wanted to go to you. When I was near you, I felt warm inside. I didn’t dare to tell you, but it was so hard to keep it in… I don’t know what’s wrong…”
She scrunched her feet up on the bed, moved back slightly, and lifted her face to look at me, something shining in her eyes. I wanted to hug her, because she was so cute, but I was afraid she’d get mad. I spread my hands out in front of her. She timidly placed her right hand in mine.
“You won’t look down on me. It’s okay to look down on me. It’s better than dying of sadness.” She said in a thin voice.
I didn’t say anything, squeezing her fingers gently.
She satisfied a long sigh, closed her eyes, murmured: “I’m really useless, love has not seen me like this, a little spectrum is not dying.”
Slowly she leaned her body towards me, her face brushing against my chest, sliding down, and then finally just wordlessly resting her head on my thigh, letting out a contented moan like a child.
I finally leveled out my confused thoughts and tried to say something. The warmth of her nostrils gave me a gush of urges, and luckily my jeans were thick enough or I’d have been in trouble.
“I… I won’t look down on you.” I said.
God, why am I talking about this! Can’t I say something else? It sounded insincere. She doesn’t seem to care, though, and just moves her head a little so she can rest it comfortably. The fingers of her right hand rubbed gently against the palm of my hand, and her soft lips rubbed against my shirt as she dreamily whispered, “It’s okay, I couldn’t care less. I have told you, what you do to me does not matter. It’s so comfortable, I’d be happy to be killed by you. Mmm…”
I was touched, and of course it was cool that a girl was so enamored with me, why didn’t I know I was so attractive before? I wonder what she really likes about me? I want to ask her, but I don’t know where to start.
I let go of her hand and gently stroked her face. She shuddered and closed her eyes tightly, so much like a kitten, and her loose right hand went behind my back and wrapped around my waist.
(ii)
“Um… why do you like me?” I hesitated to ask.
She opened her eyes and turned her head to look at me : “Don’t laugh at me if I tell you.”
“I’m not laughing at you.”
“Because of your scent.”
“Odor?” I was surprised: “What’s my special odor?”
“Not in the ordinary sense of the word,” she turned her head back to bury it in my clothes again: “It’s like a general odor. I also quietly asked close girls, they can not feel.”
“Smell good?”
“Well, of course, it’s mesmerizing me. Like a quilt in the winter sun, and like a freshly sharpened pencil.”
She reared her head up from my arms, her fingertips tracing my chest: ”I’m just describing how I feel, and the closer I get to you, the stronger the feeling gets. Do you remember the last field day when I talked to you about writing? That time I held back, otherwise I would have sat on the floor in front of you. My legs were completely weak and I couldn’t catch my breath, so I really wanted to lean into your arms. And…”
“What else?”
Suddenly, her face turned red with shame, and she put her head against my chest, saying, “I can’t tell you now.”
She settled on my chest for a while, and then said: “Today, looking for you to come, originally just want to find an excuse to get close to you, did not intend to tell you. But then I saw you sitting on my bed and thought, ‘Oh no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. That’s it.”
She took a breath and sat up straight again, her feet hanging over the edge of the bed, gently rubbing them against each other. The movement made my nose bleed just watching it. What should I do? Now, I can’t back out, if I do, she’ll die of sadness. I took a deep breath, came over to kiss her lips, she instinctively shrink back, but my hand wrapped around her head, a little force, she gave in, our lips pressed together. In an instant, I felt her body go completely limp, and the two of us involuntarily fell back toward the bed.
I braced my body with my hands and she threw both arms around my neck. Because of her nervousness, her lips were cold, but soft, and her rapid breathing made her chest rise and fall against mine. She sucked gently on my lips, her movements raw and shy, the tip of her slender tongue occasionally licking my teeth.
I gently flattened her on the bed and wrapped my arms around her waist, keeping her body pressed against mine. She unconsciously moved to match me, her bare thighs pressing against my sensitive parts. We continued to indulge in kissing, testing each other with our tongues. I peeked my eyes open to look at her, her face showing a beautiful pink color, her delicate lips reeking of desire. The hand wrapped around my neck unconsciously ruffled my hair, soothing me. Her top was pulled up slightly, revealing a short section of her waist. I slid my hand down her back, gently caressing the smooth skin there.
All at once she tensed up and tightened her grip on my hair, wrapping one leg around my thigh. I could feel her toes all curled up tight. Her enthusiasm encouraged me, and I slowly slid my hand downward, my fingertips digging between my shorts and my body, touching the edge of my panties.
She suddenly woke up with a start, bouncing out of my arms with a mischievous thud and shrinking back to the end of the bed. Hugging her knees, she buried her head in her chest and didn’t say a word.
I regretted that I had been so pushy, after all, it had only been less than half an hour since she had confessed her love for me, there was no way she could have been so put out right away. Now it looked like things were going to fall apart, and something had to be done to remedy the situation. To be honest, her confession made me immediately go from feeling good about her to liking her. Didn’t someone say, “The girl who loves me is the most beautiful.”
There’s a part of male vanity at work here, too. Now I’m really sad to see it go.
I looked at her and thought about what to say to apologize. She spoke first: “Are you boys… all like this?”
“Uh… maybe it’s just nature! I’m sorry.” I said carefully.
“Making a move just after you’ve met? Is it nature?” No anger could be heard in her words.
“Uh… it’s… it’s… it’s… it’s my… it’s my first time to be this intimate with a girl, and you’re so beautiful.”
I’m sweating and I don’t know what to say.
She sat up on her knees, came close to me, gazed at me earnestly with hypnotic black eyes, and asked, “Do you mean it?”
“Yes.” I said without hesitation as I was completely sucked into her eyes.
“So do you… like me?”
“Like.” I said sincerely.
She looked at me with unblinking eyes, then lowered her eyes and said, “I’m sorry, I was scared and nervous just now. Don’t be angry, okay?”
“Not mad.”
She swallowed carefully and said in a voice so soft that it was barely audible, “Actually… it’s… very comfortable.
But it’s too soon now, I’m afraid.”
When I tried to say something, she pressed my mouth and said, “Kiss me again. That was so good, I thought I was going to pass out!”
I wrapped my arms around her waist. Surprisingly, she straddled my lap. As she sat down, I distinctly heard her let out a contented sigh. Closing her eyes, she crept closer to me, her rose-studded lips pouting slightly as she waited for my kiss.
(iii)
We spent the rest of the evening caressing each other. No intense touching or hot, deep kisses, just gentle embraces and savoring kisses. She turned off the lights and let the moonlight filter in through the screened windows. The breeze, the cicadas, the faint scent of anemones, and the heavenly touch of her lips, the seeming pressure of her soft breasts, made for unforgettable memories.
I had to leave her house at ten o’clock because my parents, who were always traveling, had to come home tonight. Without a word, she walked me to the door, took my hand and whispered, “Today… thank you.”
I couldn’t think of anything to say, so I said, “I should go. See you tomorrow.”
She nodded, but pulled at my fingertips and wouldn’t let go.
I gently hooked her finger and she obediently moved closer to me. Standing, her chin came just above my shoulder. A cricket sings in the grass by the doorway, making the night seem quieter and quieter.
The night hadn’t made us lovers, but I felt that the trust and understanding between us was perhaps greater than that of many couples who had been together for years. On the way home I kept recalling her shyness and warmth, her tantalizing body odor and smooth skin. In my confusion, I went to the wrong door of the flat and apologized awkwardly for leaving after poking halfway through someone else’s door with my key. But all in all, it was the happiest night of my sixteen years of life.
She didn’t approach me in the following week, which I think is the natural reserve of a girl. Maybe I should have taken the initiative to talk to her, but I couldn’t get the chance for a while. Sometimes in class, I could feel her looking at me from two seats away on my right. I’ll turn to look at her, and she doesn’t avoid it.
She and I seemed to be the only ones in the entire classroom during the hypnotic fall afternoon political science class. Once while handing out homework, she touched my hand. We gently stroked each other’s fingertips under the workbook, and I saw on her face again the mesmerized expression she had when we kissed-though only for a moment. There was a secret sweetness to our relationship that only we in the world might know, and she was willing to give me her young, youthful body to caress.
After school on Friday, I sat in the classroom pondering whether to go home for dinner or eat in the cafeteria. My parents had only been back for three days and then rushed off to work, leaving me behind as an emotionally immature teenager, so I don’t know what they were thinking. I guess I was the only boy in the whole school who could cook and cook for himself, because the school cafeteria was really like a pigsty, and I demanded a lot from myself – food-wise. My young aunt appreciated my cooking, she was a kitchen idiot herself, and when my parents were away she used to buy groceries and come to visit me, and that’s when I cooked for myself.
That’s when I heard Fang Jun Yang call my name. She walked over to the edge of my desk and stood, her eyelashes drooping, not looking directly into my eyes. Her left hand gently scraped the desktop, the setting sun illuminated the back of her hand through the window, the fine sweaty hairs glowing golden.
“In the evening…” she said, “Will you come to my place?”
I looked at her, half in love, half amused, and suddenly had the idea of making a joke, so I pretended to be sincere and said, “I… I… I can’t leave tonight.”
“Then forget it, it’s okay.” She could not hide the disappointment in her heart, lowered her head and turned to go, I quickly pulled her hand: “I’m kidding. What time is it tonight?”
She turned her head violently, a face reddened, and slammed my hand hard: “You!” Picked up her bag and ran out. I regretted to death, chased out, pulled her in front of the classroom, seriously said: “I will definitely come tonight.”
She broke my hand, her eyes were full of tears, and she said fiercely, “I don’t want you to come, I don’t want you to come even if I die.”
The track team is just as fast as they run, I chased her from the fourth floor to the ground floor and still let her get away.
I went back home and didn’t feel like eating dinner, sitting around the house in a daze. I admit that I like her very much, then why do this stupid thing? After half a day of thinking, but did not think through, the house can not stay, so I went downstairs to turn around. There is a lawn in front of the building, the neighbor’s two children are playing, I watched the fourth floor of the little troublemaker hard to make the girl a year older than him cry, can not help but be furious, went up and gave him a severe lesson. After I finished I felt incredibly chagrined and thought I might as well go out and buy a pack of cigarettes.
At the entrance of the alley, I saw a familiar figure shifting, my heart moved, and I went straight after it. After a corner, I stopped in my tracks.
Fang Junyan stood there, looking at me with wide eyes, her back pressed against the wall. She was wearing a snow-white spaghetti strapped one-piece short dress and those pink slippers I’ve seen before. The tears hadn’t dried on her face, but made a very strong expression.
I approached her and she turned her face away from me. I asked softly, “Why are you here?”
“I thought you’d come to me.”
“I thought you were mad at me.” I said.
“Yes,” she turned her head to look at me: “I was angry… but I missed you so much that I couldn’t stand it.” Large teardrops came out of her eyes. I kissed her, and as she cried, she kissed me hard, wrapping her arms around me tightly and sinking her fingers into my back.
A bicycle came down the alley and we let go of each other. I pulled her against the wall and said to her, “Go sit at my house.”
“I can’t yet, I have to go home. The cafeteria is still steaming my food.” Turns out she was also on a business trip with her parents and was eating from the cafeteria at her parents’ workplace.
I smiled and said, “I haven’t eaten either. I’ll make it for you and we’ll eat it together.”
“You can still cook?” She couldn’t quite believe it.
“Chef extraordinaire, eat it once and you won’t forget it.”
“Well, food poisoning I guess.” She said with a tearful smile.
She came home with me anyway and helped me in the kitchen. We ate side by side at the small kitchen table, it was a little hot and her short hair was blown up by the electric fan as she ate and ruffled it. Our legs touched under the table from time to time, and I could see her face turn scarlet little by little.
“This mushroom stir-fry with green peppers is good, where did you learn it?”
“Recipes.”
“Yeah? How come I haven’t seen this done before.”
“It’s a Western approach.”
I actually made it up. My little aunt can’t cook or shop for food, and the dishes she bought didn’t go well together, so I had to mess around with them.
Jun Yang loves mushrooms, but she is so clumsy with chopsticks that she dropped the round mushrooms several times, and I couldn’t help but laugh. I couldn’t help but laugh. She was a bit embarrassed and said, “I should have sliced it.”
“Don’t blame the mushrooms if you can’t do it yourself, I’ll give it to you.”
I couldn’t even hold it because the mushroom was so round. I simply picked it up with my hand and handed it to her: “Want some?” She gave me a shy look and brought her mouth up. Like a movie in slow motion, she gently bit into the mushroom and took it into her mouth.
I let go of my hand, only to find that she was holding my fingers. “Her chopsticks fell to the floor with a thud, and she involuntarily braced her hand against my knee. I retracted my hand little by little, and she moved forward little by little, gradually taking all of my fingers into her mouth.
I scrutinized her expression as I tickled her chin with my pinky finger. Her eyes were closed and she craned her neck, enjoying my caresses on her chin as her hands pressed tightly against my thighs. I heard a soft moan escape from her throat as if she was savoring fresh fruit.
I slowly withdrew my fingers and kissed her. We had kissed many times, but each time it was so mesmerizing. I pulled her over along the bench so that she was riding on my lap, being straddled around my waist. Because of her short skirt and my shorts, we had large areas of skin touching. I could feel a part of me getting hard and her face was flushed all the way up to her neck and down to her chest.
But we certainly had no intention of separating, a position we both enjoyed immensely. She shook off her slippers and rubbed her foot gently against my calf, her rounded toes tweaking my ankle and bringing on a wonderful sensation. I also felt her hips move slowly from side to side on my thighs, allowing me the occasional feeling of the warm, soft part between her legs through her panties. I couldn’t help but fantasize, wondering what kind of gentle touch that part would give me.
(iv)
We finally had to stop making out for a while because of the heat, and early fall does get hotter than summer sometimes. She still sat on me, carrying the bowl and holding the food for me to eat. A couple of times I purposely bit down on my chopsticks and wouldn’t let go, so she would kiss me to keep me in line. My lower body was still hard, but she pretended not to feel it, although I noticed that she moved her body every now and then to brush against me slightly without thinking. If I were to ask for sex now, there’s a good chance that she would obey me. But… I think this seems to make me happier and more comfortable now.
She didn’t say much, but I could tell that she was also very happy and wholeheartedly enjoying every moment of the present. From her face, a hidden light of joy radiated. I felt more and more that she was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen.
After the meal, we were both sweating a lot, so I suggested that she take a shower. She scowled and after a while said, “I don’t have any clothes to change…”
I suddenly realized that I had involuntarily assumed that she would stay at my house for the night, and was startled, secretly watching her face. She also raised her eyes to look at me and suddenly thought of that too, her face turned scarlet and she immediately rushed to the door: “I… I should go back.”
I took her hand: “Stay with me, I like it.”
She doesn’t say anything and leans gently against my chest.
While she was in the shower I twisted on the radio, looking for a station that played foreign songs. Over the slight shortwave static came the sounds of some 1970s band. The sound of the water in the bathroom was audible, and I imagined her naked, beautiful body in the song, as if in a dream.
I can’t remember what we did for the next few hours, all I know is that I was so blinded when she came out of the bathroom that I almost fainted. I had given her a sweatshirt but no shorts, so she had to come out of the bathroom red-faced with only a pair of panties underneath. My sweatshirt was so long and big that it was impossible not to think about it on her.
She was very annoyed and decided that I had purposely denied her shorts and was tigerishly not talking to me. To keep me from looking at her legs in a horny way, she sat on my bed and covered her lower half with a towel quilt. It was only later when I showed her pictures of me as a child that I was able to re-amuse her. We seemed to have played cards, told jokes and talked a lot about our past… but there was never a moment when I wasn’t thinking about the tantalizing body under the towel cover.
A weariness grew on her face, “Trying to sleep?” I asked.
“Uh-huh.” She rubbed her eyes.
“I’m going to sleep in my parents’ room then.”
“Uh-huh.” She agreed, but didn’t say goodbye.
“You can wake me up if you need anything.” I said casually.
She caught the loophole in my words and smiled prominently, “Don’t worry, there’s nothing I need.”
This little demon! I grabbed her wrist and viciously moved closer to her: “But I might have.”
She looked at me seriously with rounded eyes: “I do trust you, so if you want anything, come and take it.”
Then she closed her eyes contentedly and retreated into the towel covers.
Chairman Mao said: “The world is afraid of the word “serious””. I feel the same way, and obediently withdrew from the room.
At night I had a dream where I was standing in the air overlooking a huge meadow and she was sitting in the middle of it. The grass was very tall and dense, with unknown flowers blooming everywhere. The sun was shining and I was slowly descending as the wind swept the pink petals around her. Sometimes something beautiful can make your heart twitch.
I awoke from my dream, the hot air frozen around me. I rolled over and turned my back to the moonlight outside the window, thinking of Fang Jun Yang, who was a step away, my heart half filled with indulged desire and half with sweet love. Rather than going for ultimate pleasure, I preferred this intimate trust now. This trust, for the most part, was due to her initiative. I couldn’t help but think that if I had taken this initiative, I would most likely have been beaten half to death as a rogue. Men and women are so unequal, I was indignant for a while, ready to go back to sleep.
The door to the room was slowly pushed open and Fang Jun Yang’s slender figure appeared in the doorway, her body seemed to sway gently in the still air. She walked over to the bed and gently climbed onto it, kneeling beside me and watching me. I think she was checking to see if I was asleep. She watched me motionless for fifteen minutes, causing my muscles to stiffen. The moonlight shone on her intent face and her eyelashes fluttered.
She made sure I was sleeping heavily and tentatively caught my hand as I continued to feign sleep. She cupped my hand and gently pressed her cheek against my palm. I felt a patch of smooth, warm skin, my fingertips could touch the racing pulse behind my ear, and I heard her thin gasp in the dry silence.
I opened my eyes slightly to see her other hand groping for something behind her back, and then with a sharp tug, a piece of white gently slipped out of her shirt and hitched to the side of the bed. She lifted her shirt and pulled my hand inside. I don’t know if it was the light or the strain, but her lips were pale and bloodless.
(v)
I closed my eyes, unable to bear the sight of her heartbreaking, compassionate expression. It was probably a secret she would die to keep, a desire that could not be contained in the heart of a young girl. She pressed my palm gently, and my palm felt the sharp rise and fall of her ribs, my fingertips touched the lower edges of her breasts, and her heartbeat coursed through my body like an electric current.
With both hands, she pressed my hand to her left breast, so that her palm was completely wrapped around it, and the air was filled with the sweet scent of her body, and a suppressed gasp. The delicate nipple pressed against my palm, the violent heartbeat seemed to pierce the fragile chest, and I seemed to realize that what I held in my hand, was her entire life.
As if a white bird was singing in a faraway place, she mumbled to herself: “It’s so good… You know, I’ve been wanting to touch me here… I like you so much that my heart hurts…”
I couldn’t help but peek at her. Her face was glowing with light, and a snow-white waist was revealed under her bodice. The sweat on her neck ran down the base of her neck and dripped onto my fingertips.
The frightened little white rabbit fled from my hands, and she scurried backwards to the door. The door closed noiselessly, Fang Junyan disappeared, and the room was plunged back into darkness as the air slowly condensed.
I waited, breathless. On the edge of the bed in front of me hiked the bra she had just taken off, white with subtle lace, as if her whole soul was still in it, smelling fragrant. A tiny white butterfly had fallen to one side, the hitching tab on one side that had come off in her haste to pull it off earlier.
I gently touched the white straps and a subtle electric current ran through my body once again. I lay motionless like this for a long time until the sky outside the window turned white.
At the end of the day, the door flicked open and I hurriedly rolled over onto my side. Behind me came the sound of bare feet tiptoeing swiftly across the floor, and with a soft “snort” I knew she had removed her bra.
I listened quietly for a long time, and there was no more sound in the room. I spread out my palm and a tiny butterfly rested in my hand.
“You are like a butterfly flying in the sky…” I sang softly.
(vi)
Then I slept very deeply. Around eleven in the morning, I woke up to the sun. My room was empty, and it was no surprise that Fang Junyan had probably left my house in the early morning. My towel was folded properly, her scent lingered on the mat, and there was a note on the desk that she had left behind: “I’m going home first.I like the T-shirt and took it with me.
Fang Junyang.”
I sat on my bed, rubbing my hands against the mat, and read the note many times.
Fall is really here, the weather is cooler and homework becomes intense. The school arranged classrooms and organized evening study sessions for students who volunteered. Fang Junyang and I were persuaded by our homeroom teacher to volunteer because we were “unsupervised children”. I didn’t mind, because I had nothing to do at home in the evening, and the management of the evening study hall was very lax. She and I would go home together after class. But, sadly, she never brought up the idea of us being alone after that, although she was still generally affectionate at school.
Thursday, evening self-study recess. Mrs. Wang, the old lady who taught the language class, was on duty. She was a tolerant person, and never seemed to notice that many of her classmates were nowhere to be found after recess. I am not so arrogant, but in class I have never been serious self-study, just Gao Yang’s “red-topped businessman” wrapped in a reference book cover, read with great interest. There is nothing wrong with improving your literary skills.
Fang Junyan and I were walking Da Da by the auditorium. She was wearing a light gray turtleneck sweater that was very flattering. I was wearing… I don’t think you’re interested in what I was wearing. She showed me a little thing on a key ring that was a whistle, but it wasn’t blown. I drummed on it for half a day, and she told me with a smile, “You throw it out, the air goes through it, and it goes off.”
I threw it upward with all my might, and there was a whistle.
I threw and caught it several times, only to accidentally, once, throw it crookedly. When the keychain fell, it went through the window of the auditorium and fell into the inside of the auditorium.
The door to the auditorium was locked, so I looked out the window and decided to climb in through the air window along the pipes. She was worried: “Forget it, don’t climb, come and get it tomorrow.”
“So how are you going to get home?”
“Uh…” She was also out of ideas.
I couldn’t help but say, “Why don’t you sleep at my place at night?”, but I was afraid of being scolded by her. It’s just a matter of climbing the hose!
Although I was mediocre in sports, I didn’t do a lot of climbing over walls and up trees as a kid. The air windows were covered in dust and the auditorium was dark. I jumped off the ledge and landed on the ground, groping for it.
There was a click on the window pane, and I saw her halfway across the room, sitting on the windowsill.
“Did you find it?” She asked.
“Not yet. It’s so dark.”
“Then I’ll come down and look for it together.” She looked down: “It’s too high to jump.”
“I’ll catch you.” I said.
“Be careful of hurting you.”
I pulled a gym mat from the side and stood on it. There was a soft click under my foot and I realized I had stepped on the keys.
“You jump, I have a mat here.” I said, while slipping my keys quietly into my pocket.
She leapt down silently into my arms, and we both collapsed to the mat, her lithe body gasping softly as she was cradled in my arms.
“Are you okay?” She asked.
“It’s okay.”
We stopped talking and snuggled together in silence, feeling her exhale on my forehead.
The bell at the end of recess suddenly rang and she sat up, “Shall we go out the window again?”
“Uh, okay.” I said ruefully.
She stood up and suddenly stumbled, and I rushed to help her.
“I think I twisted my right foot.” She whispered.
In the darkness I removed her shoes and socks and massaged her ankles. Her ankles were slender and her heels were smooth and round, and I was enchanted to hold them in my hands. In the silence of the auditorium I could hear her panting, and although I couldn’t see it, I thought her face must be as flushed as it had been when we first kissed.
“Is it okay if you don’t go back to your self-study?” She asked.
“It’s fine, Mrs. Wang won’t care. Besides, I’m just reading idle books anyway.” I said.
She laughed softly, “What are you reading?”
“The Red Topper, by Goyang.”
“Oh. I’m reading The Baron in the Tree.” She said. I can’t believe we’re in the same boat.
“Never heard of it. What’s it about?”
She didn’t say anything, and after a while she said, “Someone who looks a lot like you.”
“Then I’m the ‘Baron who climbed the window’.”
We both laughed.
She sat up, pressed my hand, and retracted her foot.
“What, okay?” I asked.
“I lied to you.” She admitted in a whisper, “I didn’t sprain my foot, and I want to stay here with you.”
If anyone likes to be lied to, it’s me now. I leaned down, threateningly close to her: “You deceitful little goblin, do you know what the punishment for deceiving me is?”
She grinned and slipped her hand into my shirt pocket: “And what’s your punishment for cheating?” The key ring in the pocket was rattled by her.
(vii)
The auditorium had a high ceiling, flanked on either side by long windows that went right up to the roof, hung with curtains that hung straight down to the floor, making it almost impossible for outside light to penetrate. In the silence of the late night, the echoes of the auditorium seemed clear. Fang Junyan and I cuddled on the cushions as if we were puppies snuggling with each other in winter. Her kisses were wet and tactful, and her eager body resisted them. I slipped my hand under her sweater and caressed her smooth spine. The cold fingers made her shiver, and she bit down on the tip of my tongue, restraining herself from moaning.
“Your hands are so cold.” She said.
“Uncomfortable?”
“No. I like it when you touch me.” She murmured softly as she pressed her face against mine.
“Really?”
“Really.”
I put both hands all the way up her shirt, her backside so like a fine instrument being tenderly stroked by me.
She clasped my shoulders as if afraid of being blown away by the fury within her body. My fingers inserted under the bra straps and tugged gently, and she visibly tensed.
“Please… don’t.”
“Afraid of me?”
“No.” She shook her head.
“Afraid of yourself?”
“Uh-huh.” She shyly buried her head in my arms : “I don’t think I can control myself anymore, any more intimacy and my body will be blown far, far away.”
“I’ll stay with you wherever it blows.”
She looked up at me. I saw the light of joy in her pupils: “Are you serious?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Not letting go of me?”
“Dead or alive.”
She looked at me for a long time, then put her hands in front of me: “Squeeze my sleeve, will you?”
Confused, I did as she said.
She took a deep breath and flicked her body backward, a series of tiny sparks of static electricity flashing by with a slight snort.
As if by magic, she disappeared from my presence. All that was left in my hands was her warm clothes. I stared at the mass of clothing in confusion, recalling her marvelous undressing maneuvers.
The darkness around me slowly dispersed, and Fang Jun Yang sat on her knees in front of me with her hands on her shoulders. Her white pattering skin was vaguely glowing.
“Come hold me.” She shuddered.
In the cold air of the fall night, Fang Jun Yang was shivering naked in my arms. I embraced her with all the strength I could muster, kissing the delicate skin between her breasts. Her body exuded the fragrance of a young girl, and it seemed that I could hear the sparks of life bursting forth in droves.
I caressed her breasts through her bra, nibbling on the exposed upper edge. She marched into the crook of my arm, intoxicated. I felt her hands digging around under my lapel, her little fingers scratching my belly.
“Cold?” I asked.
“It’s not cold.”
She lifted my shirt and got into my arms. First the tip of her nose brushed against my chest, then two warm, soft lips pressed together and she just kissed my chest, not moving. I took off my coat and draped it over her bare back. Her bare shoulders were so bare that I couldn’t help but kiss them again and again.
In that night we tasted each other’s bodies like greedy children, leaving countless marks of each other’s kisses on our respective bodies. Whenever I think of her cold hands groping under my shirt in the dead of night, my heart surges and I can’t help myself.
(viii)
As the saying goes, joy begets sorrow, and the next day I caught a cold. For four days in a row, I was home on vacation. Although I had been used to taking care of myself, I missed her terribly during those days. My little aunt came to visit me once, and I reluctantly ate her cooking and bitterly tried to talk her out of it.
On the morning of the fifth day, I crawled out of bed with my head spinning to see what food was in the refrigerator. The fridge was empty. I pulled open the fruit and vegetable compartment and a tiny mushroom lay alone. I felt that my heart was as empty as this refrigerator. I cried.
Go to school.
“Fang Jun Yang is hospitalized with viral myocarditis caused by a cold.”
That was the first news I got when I got to school.
The second piece of news was that the influenza epidemic was ravaging the school, and classes had been suspended for the second year. Although classes were not suspended in the senior high school, my condition “recurred” after I found out about the hospital where Fang Junyang was staying, and it was only natural for me to go home on sick leave again.
The flower store in front of the First City Hospital was doing a brisk business, and I stood in front of the door and hesitated. Buying flowers to visit the sick seems too much of a sign, and does not match my usual casual image, and besides, what if I meet someone I know? What about her relatives?
What will people think of me as a high school student? Forget it. Just buy some fruit.
Three minutes later I came out of the flower store, blushing, holding a bouquet of carnations with stars in my hand, and the owner’s words were still ringing in my ears: “Seeing your mom? No way. Young people these days…”
Damn, old man, what are you laughing at? Jealous of me?
With flowers in my arms, I sneaked into Fang Junyan’s hospital room. The six-person ward was bustling with activity, the patients’ relatives and friends were having a big tea party, and Fang Junyang was lying alone in the corner bed by the window, staring blankly out of the window.
I quietly walked around the bed and went to sit in front of her.
“Are you okay?” I set the flowers on her nightstand.
Fang Jun Yang looked at me with round eyes and stretched out her right hand towards me. When I took her hand, she clutched it and bit down hard. I grimaced in pain, but didn’t dare to cry out, so I whispered, “Don’t bite… be careful of indigestion.”
She laughed “pfft” and let go. I shook my hand desperately, sucking in a silky breath of cool air.
“Let’s give you a taste of what it’s like for me to be hard too.” She said with tears in her eyes.
“I’m no better than you, I’ve got the flu, I’ve been home for four days.” I said, “The whole school has the flu, and the junior high school is closed.”
“Yeah? I thought it was just me alone with a cold that caused it!” She said. She blushed for a moment as if she thought of something, then said, “I’m sorry, did that hurt?”
“It hurts a little.”
She pulled my hand under the covers and pressed it against her chest: “I didn’t know you were sick too, and I blame you for not coming to see me earlier. Does this hand feel better?”
I grinned and said, “It still hurts a little.”
She looked me in the face and lifted her shirt under the covers, letting my hand press against her hot skin: “And how about this?”
I apologized a little and said, “It’s okay, let me pull my hand out. My hands are cold, be careful of freezing you.”
She shook her head : “Don’t.”
I asked softly, “Did you miss me?”
“Uh-huh.” She couldn’t hold it back any longer and cried silently, teardrops streaming down onto the pillow in big drops: “Missed you so much.”
“I missed you too.” I said. I didn’t tell her about my crying, maybe I should have.
She wiped away her tears and smiled embarrassedly, “Actually, I’m fine, the doctor said I can already go home and rest, but my aunt insisted that I stay a few more days, she said there’s no one to take care of me at home.”
“What about your parents?”
“Still in Shanghai, can’t come back. It was my aunt who took me to the hospital.”
She sighed and said, “She’s also very busy and can’t come here often. Seeing how many people visit other beds, I…”
I gently stroked her slender body under the covers, “Get out of the hospital and go home, I’ll take care of you.” I said.
She turned her head violently, a look of disbelief in her eyes: “Really?”
I let out a long sigh: “Yes. Who asked me to be the main culprit. But we have a deal, you have to pay for the groceries.”
Outside the window, the haze was dispersed and the sun shone brightly. Fang Junyan smiled like a flower. I’m so happy.
(ix)
“Grandma Grandma, why are your ears so long?”
“Eating donkey meat for dinner.”
“Grandma Grandma, why are your eyes so green?”
“Stayed up all night reading from a reference book.”
“Grandma Grandma, why are your nails so sharp?”
“Easy to pull out your ears.”
“Kindly…” Bang Jun Yang fell into my arms with a smile on his face.
The two of us were sitting on the couch in her living room, bored and playing Big Bad Wolf and Little Red Riding Hood. I’m not very good at anything else, but I’m pretty good at making things up. Fang Junyang was actually all better, but neither of us wanted to go to class, so we just hung out at home for another afternoon.
Under the tea we found a copy of Grimm’s Fairy Tales of an unknown date, just to pass the time.
“Do you think someone will realize it’s not a coincidence that we’re both on leave at the same time?”
“I thought everyone was getting the flu… and it’s only for a week.” I said.
“Well…” she thought for a moment, “Whatever, let them talk.” She looked up with a smile on her face and continued to play her role: “Grandma, Grandma, why are your teeth so sharp?”
I gently pressed her down on the couch and smiled wickedly, “That’s so I can eat you.”
“How can you bully me, a patient…”
“Patient? Hmph! What a patient, with an appetite as good as a pony’s, and even snatched half of my share of the beef noodles at noon today.”
“You’ve done a good job.”
“Don’t get fancy!” I grabbed her wrist firmly and moved closer to her.
“What are you doing…” she said weakly, barely able to push her knees up against my attack. I let go of one of her hands and wrapped my arms around her waist instead. She gave up resisting.
“Say you like me.” She wrapped her arms around my neck and demanded in my ear.
“I like you.”
“Say it again. I want to hear it.”
“I like you.”
“I like you too.” She cupped my face and looked me in the eyes, saying it one word at a time.
Then she came up to her lips almost warily. The kiss was as deep as the ocean under the Arctic ice cap, and she seemed to suck my soul out. I closed my eyes as a million jumbled thoughts came into my head. The floor under the couch was swaying, and the whole room was spinning rapidly around us.
The phone rang suddenly and we were both startled. She smiled shyly and pushed me up, straightening her clothes. Something small and white fell off me and she bent down to pick it up. It was a white butterfly hitch tab that I had put in my shirt pocket at some point. With a slight hesitation, she set it aside and picked up the phone.
The call was obviously long distance from her parents, but I couldn’t hear what they were talking about. Fang Jun Yang just “hmm” every now and then, and sometimes look at me. The call lasted about half an hour, during which time I turned the pages of the fairy tale several times in boredom.
Finally she hung up the phone and without a word walked over to me and sat down.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“Nothing.” She said absentmindedly, “What’s for dinner?”
“It’s only 2:30 that.”
“Oh. In that case…” she buried her head in my shoulder and kissed my ear, “can you come to my room?”
We got under the covers and kissed as we clumsily undressed each other. Her eyes were closed and she wrapped her arms around my neck, allowing me to gently unhook her bra. I wrapped my arms around her, keeping her breasts close to my chest, and then pushed my hands under the small of her back as she obediently curled her legs up and let me remove her panties. Her bottom was hot and wet, and as I caressed her, she warbled and clung to my body, leaving deep bite marks on my neck.
It was a quiet afternoon, and the old Sanwu table clock on the table chimed “click, click, click”. As if in a dream, the measure of time disappeared.
“Are your parents coming back?” I asked.
“Uh, be there after seven p.m.” She said with her eyes closed. She curled up next to me like a kitten and flicked her fingers over me mindlessly.
“Then I should go too. I’ll be damned if they see me.”
“Yeah.” She grinned: “Kill you too, maybe.”
But when she was walking me out of the house, she suddenly broke the string and cried, “I can’t bear to see you go.”
“Don’t feel bad, huh? I’ll see you again tomorrow at school.”
“Uh-huh. I know…”
“Go back to the auditorium for late study, huh?”
“Fuck you.” She broke into laughter.
I saw that I had amused her and went home in peace. It was getting dark, the trees on the street were losing their leaves, and fall was coming to an end.
(x. End)
At night the wind started to hang heavy outside and the windows that weren’t closed were banging. I watched TV until after eleven and then got ready for bed.
The phone rang suddenly, I picked up the receiver, and Fang Jun Yang’s thin voice came from inside: “Hello.”
“It’s me.”
“Didn’t sleep?”
“Just about to sleep where.” I replied.
“Oh, then… forget it.” She said.
“Uh-huh. See you tomorrow.” I yawned and said goodbye.
The moment I put the phone down, it occurred to me that she might want to ask me about the little white butterfly. But… it was too late, I didn’t have her number.
I was up all night, disoriented always suspecting the phone would ring at any moment, but she never called again.
A letter from Fang Junyan.
River fish.
I don’t know what to say…
My parents have decided to let me transfer to Shanghai. They’re worried that I won’t have anyone to take care of me here.
Actually, I know myself that I’m fine here, especially with you taking care of me for those two days. But I still decided to leave here.
It wasn’t external pressure, but my own decision. I thought that if I continued to stay by your side, sooner or later my life would become entirely yours. This thing is far more than an ordinary liking, and every night when I think about it myself, I feel like I’m being swallowed up by you little by little.
I can’t blame you. Maybe it’s because I was the one who confessed to you in the first place. It’s like a scale that weighs a little on one side, once it’s tipped, all the weight slips to one side, never to be brought back. The deeper I fall, the more I like you, and the more I like you, the deeper I fall. I’m so happy for even the slightest indication from you that I don’t want to delve into the reasons behind that indication.
Do you like me because I like you?
Even if you ask yourself, I’m afraid you won’t get an answer.
It was such an unfair thing to do that I was angry with myself. I’m like a drug addict who can’t get off without a strong external force. If I spent more time thinking, I’m afraid I’d never be able to leave you.
So, the moment I picked up that tiny white butterfly, I made my decision.
Do you like making love to me? I enjoyed it very much. It was a pre-rehab orgy, a memory I’ll have for the rest of my life. I’ve felt you inside me in countless dreams, being penetrated and completely taken over. Before I leave you, I’m going to fulfill that dream.
I love you very much.
Do you love me?
Fang Junyang (1944-), PRC politician, prime minister 1987-1998
December 17, 1992
The sender’s address is unknown.
My letter to Fang Junyan.
Fang Junyang.
How are you?
It’s been a long time. Where are you now? Doing what?
This reply took me nine years. In nine years I have often wanted to answer your questions. I was sad to see you go, but perhaps you were right. At that time… I mean, at that time, I didn’t love you.
I love what you do and respond to your love almost automatically. It’s human nature, I suppose. Even now, I don’t blame myself.
But who can say how love arises? No matter what the reason is, love is love. Whatever the reason for love, it is love. Someone once flew a kite in the rain just to prove it.
I’m twenty-five years old. Is it childish or mature to have this kind of belief?… In any case, I don’t care.
Occasionally, I would see you in my dreams. I was standing in the air overlooking a huge meadow, and you were sitting in the middle of it. The grass was tall and dense, and unknown flowers bloomed everywhere. The sun was shining brightly as I slowly descended, the wind swirling pink petals around me.
I think if I see you again, I’ll fall in love with you. As for which way the scales are actually tipped, I have no time for that anymore.
river fish
February 19, 2001
The recipient’s address is unknown.
I’m sitting in an airliner at 30,000 feet, and the captain’s stiff English introductions are coming through the loudspeaker in the cabin. We are somewhere over the South Pacific, how much flight time is left to our destination, estimated time of arrival… blah blah blah. I put on my headphones and switched to the music channel, and the theme song from Fancy Dress came through the headphones.
“The theme music of the movie is repeated along with the encounters of the hero and heroine. The seductive waltz, the overall treatment of the strings teaches fascination and symbolizes the romantic and charming steps of the male and female dancers as they test each other. The rhythm of the dance also personifies the intertwining and clashing of passion and conformity between the sexes.”
I remembered that was the introduction on the record.
While washing my face in the restroom, the plane hit turbulence and I braced myself against the wall. In the mirror, I was pale and emaciated, with a scraggly beard. I looked closely at my face. Behind the mirror, I seem to see a pair of deep black eyes.
Fong Jun Yang, where are you now?
[End]
The Legend of Kageko No. 5 “Kageko-sensei’s Kuroda-kai Conditioning
After being trained by the janitors to have carnal sex, Keiko gradually stopped being so resistant to the men’s aggression, and was able to accept being a man’s venting turret.
Kuroda also begins to take one step at a time, putting Kageko in her place as the forbidden meat of the Kuroda Society.
Next he wants Kageko to become a public whore for the Kuroda Society and to sleep and fuck with Kuroda members for eternity.
In the small room, Kageko was stripped naked by the crowd, her hands were tied to the bed, and her legs were chained with an iron bar as usual, spread wide and waiting for the men, and the wall above the bed was spray-painted with “Kageko’s Battery”.
Kageko’s forehead had “meat cannon” written on it in Kuroda’s lipstick, and in the small room crowded with 20 to 30 of the Kuroda Society’s main cadres, they were enjoying the beauty demon’s meat cannon.
Kuroda ordered, “All crews prepare the shells, start, fire.”
The members of the Kuroda group surged forward, twenty to thirty hungry wolves fighting over Kageko’s body at the same time, the heavy shadow of the beasts blocking out the light, leaving Kageko in darkness. Unable to see the light, and unable to see the future, Kageko could only feel her body filled with wet mouths and tongues and wild claws.
Two balls of breast flesh were palmed in the hands of two men and rubbed, the balls of flesh piled up into different shapes in their palms, the nipples were sucked and slurped, the areolas were bitten with teeth marks. Cherry lips were seized, someone shoved their tongue in and mashed it around, someone swept their tongue across their face, and their earballs were also taken. Neck, shoulders, stomach and legs had been drenched in saliva, and the greatest point of stimulation came from the lower pussy, where the labia were parted with a finger, and the tip of the flexible tongue swirled around the nucleus.
Being in the midst of hungry beasts made Kyoko deeply realize the bitter experience of the wheel of violence.
At the same time, the endless sensual stimulation overwhelmed the nerve centers, and the only response was to let go of their lust, while the pussy-playing team reveled in it, drinking in all the leaking love juices.
There is only one woman, and at one time, it can only supply 20 or 30 people to play at the same time, how can the people around the outside can not squeeze in, so they just watch the ridiculous scene for masturbation, and then go up to the turret to launch when they are about to semen and fire.
After ten minutes, many of them had already fired on Keiko’s meat cannon, releasing hot sperm… Kuroda: “Okay, that’s it, if we accidentally break Ms. Keiko’s body, we won’t be able to have any more fun in the future.”
At Kuroda’s order, Nagano and Imai and others dispersed the crowd.
The stamina that Keiko had expended was as if she had been raped a dozen times and left the boys’ grasp, but her body remained in the aftermath of the extreme pleasure, trembling slightly on the teaching platform.
“Ms. Keiko, do you understand? Now we can have 30 people gangbanging each other constantly, and if the boys are energetic, each of them can do it 6 or 7 times, so that’s… 200 times, which is more than even a whore can handle. What do you think? Why don’t you play the role of an exhibitionist in the park tonight, and everyone will enjoy it from outside the bushes?”
“Oooh… oooh… okay, I’ll do as I’m told, but… please don’t do it there in the park…”
“Asshole! Forgot to do as you’re told?” Kuroda whipped Kageko several times with a cane branch.
How could her tired body withstand the pain anymore, Kyoko begged for mercy, “I know I’m wrong, please don’t hit me again, I’ll just go to the park and masturbate…”
There was no longer a better option, so Kageko had no choice but to give in.
“It’s best if you’re willing to listen, Diguchi and Tomita then go to the park for field sex practice. And then help Keiko change into the standard attire of an exhibitionist.”
Tomita put on Kageko’s black net garter belt stockings, a leash around her neck, and fully transparent silk panties… “Kageko do you remember what was said in the oath? Having previously refused to supply your body as a textbook for sexual intercourse, I’m going to punish you now by branding you with Kuroda’s mark right in front of everyone.”
“No, I have promised… don’t.”
Kuroda pulled up a soldering iron with “Kuroda Sex Slave” clearly stamped on it and glared a red light at Ms. Keiko.
“Make you happy.” Kuroda sneered.
Ms. Kageko covered her face in fear… and begged, “Kuroda don’t, I’ll do anything, don’t burn me with that.”
Another slap landed on Ms. Kageko’s face: “Bastard! Tell me, who are you?”
“I… I… I am your sex slave, as well as a pet for sex and a tool for lust.”
“Very well! You haven’t forgotten. So what’s your job?”
“Make Kuroda-kai happy, I’ll do anything as long as you’re happy.” Ms. Kageko replied with tears in her eyes.
“Then you decide for yourself! Where do I put this?” Kuroda picked up the high-heat soldering iron and waved it around, making a gesture to burn into the nipple.
Ms. Kageko was so scared that she hid her face and cried again.
“No? Then I’ll decide for myself.”
“Just put it in and brand it on your labia.”
“There’s no sticking it in if the kinky hole burns out.”
“No!!!” Ms. Kageko begged loudly.
“Z…” The nipple had been burned, and the word “Kuroda” could be seen on the nipple.
“Is this the way slaves speak to their masters???”
“Ah! Kageko wouldn’t dare!” She moaned in pain.
“Why don’t you turn around then? Do you want a little more?” Said hand came up again.
Ms. Keiko immediately turned around, holding the wall with one hand and lifting up her pussy lips with the other, revealing the mature woman’s pussy.
“Don’t you know how to be polite? Bastard!!!”
“Yes, Master Kuroda, please imprint on my petals. I’ll do whatever you want as long as you are pleased.” Said the man himself as he held his hand open to his pussy lips.
“Ha! Ha! That’s the pose of the first teacher of the prestigious high school school yielding to me!!!”
Kuroda smiled lewdly while imprinting the hot red soldering iron tool on Ms. Kageko’s petals.
“Ah～～～～!!!” Ms. Kageko let out a pig-like scream.
“Please Kuroda! Please take it up quickly! My pussy lips hurt.”
An obscene picture was being presented before the eyes of the Kuroda members.
A mature woman’s lewd cunt lips were quivering, were moistening and smoking white, a hot soldering iron, the petals around it imprinted in crimson floating letters, the cavernous hole contracting as it opened and closed.
Even more unbelievably, drops of translucent secretion flowed out of Ms. Keiko’s front slit!
“Slut! Bitch!”
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“Masturbating in front of so many people would be fun for an exhibitionist, wouldn’t it? Especially with the branding on the petals for everyone to admire…”
Kuroda put handcuffs on Kageko’s wrists and earphones in Kageko’s ears, put on an overcoat and applied aphrodisiacs inside and outside her entire pussy… so the crowd took her to the park.
The members of the Kuroda group sat around the grass in order again and waited for the show to begin.
Kyouko slightly straightens up her stained body, kneels on the grass in a Japanese sitting position, puts her hands on her knees, and starts the masturbation show with a humble attitude following the steps requested by Kuroda.
“I will now perform a handjob for you all, so please watch carefully as my slutty teacher performs her handjob.”
Kageko slowly used her hands to lift up the weighty breasts, then let go of them and let them fall down, going back and forth several times to fully express the elasticity of her breasts.
Kuroda ordered over the radio, “Next.”
After a moment’s pause, Kageko took the nipple between her fingers, and with a twirl in her fingers the nipple became erect.
Kuroda: “That’s about right, next.”
The hands left the breasts and slid past the waist to the belly, before coming to rub between the pubic hair and shameful flesh.
“You have to spread the labia with two fingers of your right hand to show the branding.”
“Okay, follow that by rubbing your pussy core with your other hand.”
Step by step, Kageko followed Kuroda’s instructions.
More and more boys gathered outside the bushes and pulled out their dildos and watched Keiko masturbate.
At first it was unintentional to get, but the body seems to have lost its ability to regulate, and once stimulated by a heavy bit of natural waves, the pussy that has been cleaned again through the lewd light.
The indisputable cunt oozed another secretion.
(Mmm… gradually showing the results of her training.) As Kuroda paid attention to Keiko’s bodily reflexes, he began to think of a deeper plan for her training.
(Ah… How… How can you be sexy when you’ve just been branded and forced to masturbate in front of 20 Kuroda members…)
Kyouko’s hand accelerated with the demand of the flesh, waves of pleasure came in, and it had gone to the point where she was so desperate for a man’s genitals that she wouldn’t have been able to resist if someone had wanted to come up and rape her.
(I… I’m really a sadist…)
In order to solve her desperate sexual desires, Kageko gives herself the excuse of admitting her inferiority, which will blind her self-esteem so that she can feel comfortable with her debauchery.
Keiko prepared herself mentally, and one finger was thrust toward her vagina.
(Aaah…) As I tilted my head back in anticipation of the moment of fulfillment, even more of my lust was pushed out and splashed all over my thighs.
(Good… Good…) Having experienced the pleasure of penetration, I was so enamored with the sexual beauty of it that I withdrew my finger and inserted it again, with even more water flowing out of it. This was repeated several times, and naturally, the other hand was used to grind on the clitoris.
(I’m coming… I’m coming…) The onset of orgasm sent a shock through my body, and my legs could no longer support the lustful body, so my knees fell to the ground, but my hands did not leave the strap-on.
Her head meets high, her waist arches up like a bridge, her pussy has been stirred up with a lustful personality, and Keiko even inserts two fingers at this time, thrusting her own pussy fiercely and furiously, this is no longer the action that Kuroda instructed, it is all about reckless behavior for the sake of satisfying her sexual desires.
By this time, the Kuroda group members had been unable to simmer and control their bodies, so they let themselves go out of the grass to fondle their meat sticks.
(Good… good… coming… again…) The rapid thrusting of her fingers pumped Kyung-ja’s lustful water out, splashing forward into the air.
“AH… AH…” Kyoko was in a frenzy, her mouth was moaning as she reflected her orgasm, unable to hold back any longer.
(Clenched… So this is what it’s like to be clenched…) The face is distorted, and what looks like pain is actually bliss.
“Yaaaahhhh!” Keiko squealed as her finger nu was firmly inserted to the root and her hips pushed upward, reaching a peak of masturbation that she had never tried before, enjoying a burst of delicious afterglow.
At the same time that Kageko was going crazy, the Kuroda team member was also at the peak of his waves, with twenty injections of cum spewing wildly.
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The breath of animals, the stench of semen, the trees in the park, nothing else…