Spring, holiday, in the park.
A young teenage girl, her youthful body snuggled up to the handsome teenage boy next to her, pouting, squirming, and complaining about something in a petulant voice. The young man felt her breasts, jiggling gently in a teasing manner, and a cozy sensation came over his arm.
Warm spring breeze blowing on his handsome face, he consciously indifference cold to the side of the voluptuous young girls, he looked around to note the envy of the surrounding cast over the eyes, the cold corners of the mouth through a trace of youthful arrogance smile. Girls to his fawning, and even the flirtatious young woman to his peeping eyes, he has gradually become accustomed to.
Suddenly his smile froze as he realized that the young girl beside him was no longer snuggling over, and that her large, bright eyes, which were not always looking at herself in fascination, were surreptitiously squinting at the man sitting on the bench.
A group of girls were playing shuttlecock, and a little boy was alone kicking a small, rolling red ball, then running after it. Inspired by the abundant sunshine and joyful, colorful scene of life, I stopped scribbling meaninglessly in my notebook. I looked up and began to notice the variety of people passing by me.
A delicate young girl, stretching her two long and firm thighs, reclined on a green hill covered with green grass, reading a book, her small nipples protruding from her thin shirt. Charming short skirt, and short skirt in the light of spring, she did not know that her wanton attitude is seducing the wild bees and butterflies passing at her feet? I can’t help it, it’s not my sin to be loved.
I wandered slowly past, wishing I was still a teenage boy myself, and wishing again that I was a little bolder, a little thicker-skinned, so that I could reengage in that heart-pounding game of love.
I console myself with the fact that I too was once ridiculous and licentious, but, deep down, I know that it’s just a bunch of boring memories. Youth has left me, and I long, long for time to go back.
How can a beautiful day, a bright spring day, without a little sadness, set off the depth of that romance?
I walked to a bench and sat down, I took out my notebook again and took out my pen, with these two things, I borrowed to release the emotions in my heart and let the flood in my heart out. My whole body immersed in the spring sunshine, the sun’s warm heat makes me suddenly want to sleep, I do not realize that I fell asleep.
I heard myself sighing softly in my dream, and suddenly, I heard a pleasant bird singing, and I opened my eyes to a young woman, smiling, standing in front of me.
“I’m sorry,” she said, her smile giving off a sense of friendly foreboding, her big beautiful eyes fluttering, were they trying something on me?
I shake my head a little, trying to determine if it’s a dream or if I’m in the real world.
“I didn’t mean to interrupt to wake you.” She said, still wearing her signature smile.
“No, it doesn’t matter,” I said, clearing my throat a little, “I’m not actually asleep, I’m just closing my eyes for a bit.”
The young woman sat down on the other side of the bench, she picked up the notebook that had fallen on the floor and placed it on her plump lap to read.
“So you’re the little review?” She asked.
I was taken aback and smiled weakly.
“Yes, that’s one of my names.”
“I thought you were old?”
“Aha, isn’t thirty-two years old already?”
“But you look like you’re twenty-five at most?”
Her eyes were no longer evasive, looking all the way into mine, poking into my heart. I could almost see the reflection of my own face in her pupils, a face full of hope, twisted by raw desire.
“What’s your name?” I asked in a shaky voice, hoping very much that her answer would be a hundred thousand miles from what I expected.
“Haru.” She replied in a feigned demure voice, her eyes sloshing more than the park’s springtime scent.
“How are you?” I asked politely, the dreamy feeling that had disappeared for years, that was proprietary to cheating, coming over me once again.
“I’m well, how can I put it? What an honor to meet you in the flesh, big brother.”
She put her hand out, almost touching my mouth, as if expecting me to go like an aristocrat and give her hand a kiss.
I hurriedly caught her hand and lowered my head for a deep kiss. I contemplated whether or not to use my tongue.
“Last month, I read your article in Won that was titled “The Orgasm of Childhood”?”
Haru didn’t retract her hand and let me catch it.
“Pretty much, it’s “Childhood in Orgasm”.”
I corrected her gently, sneaking my tongue out and licking her catkin little hands.
“What are you doing? How do you feel like this?”
I stopped licking her hand for fear of scaring her off.
“I feel like I’m dreaming a dream that can’t possibly be real.”
“Brother Xiao Ping, you know what? I always think that the prodigal woman you wrote about in your article is me. Don’t you think my thoughts are ridiculous? I meant to realize that when I read your story, I completely substituted myself into the heroine in it.”
“I feel embarrassed about it.” I mumbled, my articles on Kotobukuro had the heroines stripped naked and in bed to be bullied by men with abandon.
“I’m the one who should be embarrassed…” she whispered, gently biting and fiddling with her reddish lower lip, looking like she was about to say something. We were silent for some time before she finally made up her mind and spoke.
“I always felt a little unsatisfied though, I felt that you didn’t describe my beautiful body in enough detail, I had so many sexy advantages that you didn’t reveal in your text. Also, there are some secret features of my body that are different from other women that you didn’t write about.”
She went on and on, and I was completely mesmerized by her style: “I’ve also written articles, but I always felt that things written from a woman’s point of view didn’t really stir up the beastly desire of men to conquer women. The passionate desire that has always lurked in my heart is to conquer all men. In reality, this may be a little difficult, to be clear, I do not want to break up the families of the men who are obsessed with me because of my personal desires. Besides, if all the men who adore me were to be able to kiss my scent, my supple body, which is full of wildness and specializes in provoking men’s animalistic desires, may not really be able to withstand those violent tendencies in their subconscious mind that abuses the opposite sex.”
“Look, look at it! Isn’t my flesh white and tender? Doesn’t it easily withstand being roughly battered by you men?” She said, lifting up her skirt and showing me her snow-white dazzling thighs. The lake-green panties, I don’t know whether intentionally or unintentionally, incidentally let me see them as well.
I admit that was a very beautiful and attractive pair of thighs, beyond the top of the thighs, the scenery is even more fascinating. I was busy nodding my head in agreement with what she said, after that, I even couldn’t help but take the opportunity to reach out and touch her, her thighs felt very nice and slippery to the touch.
She didn’t care if I touched her, or if she enjoyed it, but in any case, she was concentrating on her opinion.
“I then had an idea. I thought it would be romantic to use the main character of your text to maximize the incomparable charm of my beautiful body. I want to show you my flesh, and I want you to…”
She stuck out her cute little pink tongue, licked her lips, and continued: “Then you faithfully describe it with your pen, and publish it in your articles, so that the men who read your articles can share in the pleasure you’ve gotten from me. They can then take over my body in their own rhapsodies, bully me to their hearts’ content, and abuse me…”
“Come on! Be a man and be brave!”
Suddenly she took my hand, and together we walked over the green hill covered with green grass, around the maiden who was still reclining and reading, and deeper into the shade of the forest. When I looked back, I saw that the maiden was also looking toward us.
(concluded)