Warning: Mature content! Reverse Rape!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Read at your own risk!!!!
Chapter 11: Once in a Spring Breeze
For twenty-two years, from an innocent fondness to the impulse of wanting to know him and connect with him, to a silent unrequited love.
She couldn't pinpoint exactly how many years she had secretly loved him.
Like the passing of thousands of days and nights, the only thing that could prove it was - she loved him.
The suppressed affection, like a burst dam, surged and overwhelmed her rationality and consciousness in that instant.
She couldn't tell if she had been enchanted by a sorcerer or possessed by a ghost.
At this moment, her mind was clouded, and all she wanted was to follow the most primal impulse of her body, to be intimately entwined with him, skin to skin.
Let's just call it a moment of drunken recklessness. All things that were illogical and absurd could be justified once alcohol was involved.
She no longer cared about the consequences of this irrational act and reached out to turn off the glaring lights, leaving only a dim bedside lamp faintly lit.
She climbed onto the bed, spreading her legs and carefully straddling him.
In the dim light, she couldn't see clearly, but she could distinctly hear the frenzy of her own heartbeat and feel the scorching heat of his skin transmitting to her, like an inferno burning her, the perpetrator taking advantage of others.
Greedy, she caressed his skin, inch by inch, with delicate strokes.
From his vulnerable neck to his broad chest...
She lightly kissed each one, extending her soft tongue to curiously lick the red protrusion on his left chest.
There wasn't much taste, and the texture was average.
But her longing was insatiable, and she sucked and nibbled, producing an almost inaudible sound of water. His breathing was heavy and rapid, but there was no sign of him waking up.
She didn't know how to praise his cooperation. A indescribable pleasure surged within her, urging her to quickly pluck this unattainable flower and keep it hidden for herself.
Magical encounters, passionate lovemaking, a moment in the spring breeze...
She knew many terms related to sexual desire between men and women.
But at this moment, she could only think of two words —Wei Shi.
His mesmerizing and soul-stirring eyes, his slightly moving lips, his well-defined hands...
Every inch of his body was enough to drive her crazy, willingly offering her sincere heart. Her hands trembled as she removed his underwear.
His body reacted, and his hard and hot cock sprang out, coincidentally brushing against her slightly cool hand.
She quickly withdrew her hand, feeling shy and embarrassed, yet unable to express her excitement, as if her heart was about to burst out of her chest!
She tried to suppress her inner excitement, not daring to look too much. After removing her safety shorts and underwear, she pondered how to insert his penis into her vagina.
She was a virgin and had no experience in this area. It was like a student who desperately wanted to score a perfect grade but was completely unprepared, suddenly entering the examination hall and constantly worrying about making mistakes.
After hesitating for a moment, she grasped the erect and hot manhood beneath the man's crotch with her right hand. As soon as she grasped it, that thick and long member trembled in her palm, becoming even harder and larger.
She was taken aback, timidly lifting her eyelids to steal a glance at him.
Under the gentle and beautiful lighting, his sleeping face appeared serene, as if he were in a fairyland. Only she, in the mundane world, wore a troubled expression, agonizing over how to give herself up.
In ancient times, it was said: "If you don't do it, you won't succeed; once you start, don't stop."
Ancient wisdom also proclaimed: "With one burst of effort, one might falter the second time, and exhaust all strength the third time."
Shen Shuman clenched her teeth, kneeling on either side of his body, lifting herself up.
One hand covered her mouth, afraid of letting out an embarrassed and fearful cry. The other hand grasped his cock, searching for the entrance to her vagina — that mysterious triangle region, she diligently cleaned every day.
But she had never taken a good look at it before. Now, after fumbling for a while, she finally aimed for what she believed was the right entrance.
Anxiety caused her to break out in a sweat, with beads of perspiration sliding down her chest, dripping into her bra.
The lace dress, still on, became dampened by the sweat, clinging to her body.
Her drenched back, cooled by the air conditioning, turned icy cold.
Alternating between cold and hot, the sweat dried up, leaving a sticky residue on her skin.
Ignoring this discomfort, she took a deep breath after parting her plump labia with the tip of his cock, and slowly lowered her hips.
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Translator’s note: 😳 Reverse rape, really? I don’t know what to say.
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