A Little Love Song

"Kazama-san, will you come to the seminar tonight?"

After class at dusk, before the bell rang, students began to rush out of the classroom. Kazama's speed in packing things was always as quick as his teaching style. Just as he picked up his keys and prepared to leave, a female voice stopped him from moving forward.

He turned around and recognized that this was a girl who sat in the front row of every class. She was very studious and would often ask him questions during class breaks, just like now. This seminar was made possible by the enthusiastic support and participation of her and some of her classmates.

But after thinking for a moment, Kazama gave this answer:

"I'm sorry. My wife is waiting for me to go back and take care of her. It's not convenient at this time."

The girl was stunned for a moment when she heard this name, then she reacted and a look of regret appeared on her face.

"You and your Wife have such a good relationship. I'm sure she must be a brilliant and talented person like a fairy."

He felt a little amused: "Why would you guess like that?"

"I feel that," the girl said, "Excuse me for being frank, but we all privately agree that Kazama-san is really difficult to deal with, and many people are indeed dissatisfied. However, we still believe that although the teacher seems to be unkind and has high demands on everyone, he is doing it for the good of everyone. I think that the woman who can stand shoulder to shoulder with the teacher and spend her life with him, and who can meet your picky standards, should be an excellent woman who is one in a million."

The warm breeze outside the window ruffled the girl's soft hair by her ears. Her pure white dress fluttered in the sunset, like floating clouds. Her eyes were filled with undisguised envy and longing, as if she was still immersed in the beautiful imagination of the image of the teacher's wife.

Seeing this, Kazama sighed softly.

"She's actually not much older than you. If you ever get a chance to meet, you might be able to get along very well."

After watching the girl leave the classroom, Kazama leaned against the windowsill and pondered for a moment before getting up, closing the doors and windows, putting on a mask, and walking into the crowd alone.

He remembered that there were some noodles and vegetables in the refrigerator, so he didn't rush to buy food, but went to the pharmacy to buy the medicine he needed, and when he passed by the dessert shop, he chose some snacks she liked. When he walked home with his bags and watched the endless flow of cars on the asphalt road, all kinds of city sounds gathered together, interweaving into an unforgettable melody in his ears.

This city is empty everywhere, just like you and me in it.

He hummed a tuneless little song casually against the noisy background music. As he let his mind wander, he felt his attachment to her deepen for no reason.

With all sorts of thoughts in his mind, he returned to the apartment they lived in. After opening the door, the living room was silent, and in the twilight, only a small warm yellow light was left on in the bedroom.

He changed his shoes quietly at the entrance, his eyes naturally falling on the suitcase leaning against the corner and several pairs of women's sandals neatly placed beside it.

Although there was no wind at this time, he could faintly hear the clear sound of swaying wind chimes.

He did not turn on more lights, but followed the existing one to the bedside, leaning over to gaze at her sleeping face in the light. Her black hair was scattered all over the pillow, her body naturally and softly sank into the wide quilt, her breathing was slow and even, and her face was still defenseless and peaceful.

Probably because the effect of the medicine has not yet worn off.

Under normal circumstances, given the girl's vigilance, she would have jumped up as if facing a great enemy, wrapped in a quilt and hid far away.

Thinking of this, he smiled faintly without saying a word.

Yukimura had just finished her master's course and started preparing her thesis, but happened to encounter this global epidemic, so she booked a flight overnight and came to him before the city was locked down.

However, things never go as planned. Perhaps due to the unfamiliar climate, she began to suffer from frequent stomachaches and became listless not long ago. Most of the time when he was away these days, she would curl up quietly like this and fall into a coma.

This can't go on like this.

Kazama shook his head, stood up and left.

Cooking was not a difficult task for him, who was used to living independently. He took out two servings of noodles from the refrigerator, put them in a pot and boiled them over low heat. During this time, he quickly cut and fried the vegetables and put them into two bowls.

While waiting, he glanced into the bedroom through the foggy glass window, and unexpectedly met Yukimura's half-open eyes, which had just emerged from the quilt.

"You're awake just in time to get ready for dinner."

She slowly stood up with the help of the pillow, still looking dazed. He had no choice but to set up a small table in front of her and then serve her the noodles that had just come out of the pot. She thanked him softly and didn't care if it was hot, she picked up her chopsticks and started eating.

After taking a sip of hot soup, her stomach, which had been aching slightly, gradually calmed down because of the soothing warmth. Suddenly, she felt her chopsticks poking something, and when she opened her bowl, she found a delicate and exquisite poached egg at the bottom of her bowl. She raised her eyes to secretly look at him, but he sat aside, drinking soup from the bowl, seemingly oblivious.

She couldn't help but laugh softly.

"Thank you for making me like you."

He put down the bowl and smiled slightly when he heard it.

"No big deal. It's mainly because you're easy to feed. I'm afraid there aren't many people today who have such a bland taste."

As soon as he said this, she gave him a look of disapproval. So he followed suit and said:

"However, since it is a compliment from my wife, I will accept it without hesitation. I still have to be prepared to cut back on food and clothing for a long time in the future. As you know, the recent situation is not optimistic."

She still had noodles in her mouth and responded vaguely. He couldn't tell for a moment whether she had taken her words to heart, so he lowered his head and ate his noodles silently.

 

After a moment, Yukimura asked again:

"Is it okay not to attend this offline seminar? I'm afraid it won't be so easy to hold such gatherings in the future."

Kazama chuckled faintly:

"Then what should I do? Should I leave you, a sick patient, alone at home, or let the newlywed stay alone in an empty room, looking at the moon and tears?"

"Chikage, you don't have to be sharp-tongued to say something nice. I'm glad you care about me, but I'm not as fragile as you think. In terms of my ability to live, it's not like I've never been alone before; in terms of my ability to participate in your seminars, I'm more than capable of doing it."

Facing her stern rebuttal, he simply stood up expressionlessly and began to clean up the dishes for both of them.

"Let's talk about it after you have recovered enough strength. I don't believe that someone who can't even take care of his own body is capable of participating in a long conversation."

He turned his back and cleaned and put away the used dishes one by one. At this moment, Xuecun's voice came through the door:

“Have your students ever told you that what you say is really nasty?”

Her words not only did not sound angry, but instead contained a bit of sly and cheerful smile, which reminded Fengjian of the clear stream gurgling in the mountain stream.

"I've gotten used to it." He wiped his hands clean and leaned against the door, saying lazily, "Anyway, my grades are always the last in every semester's teaching evaluation. People always like to spend their memory on suspicion and hatred, and can always quickly find a lot of various reasons for things they hate. But so what? As long as there is one person who knows what I am like, it's enough."

The look in his eyes when he said this was so frank and passionate that her heart trembled uncontrollably.

"But I wish they would love you more, as I do."

The expression on his face froze for a moment, and then he smiled very quickly:

"What? Do you expect to have as many rivals in love as possible? You are such a strange woman."

"No, no! That's not what I meant!"

What’s going on? It seems like the more I explain, the more confusing it becomes.

She was once again at a loss for what to do.

Looking at his expression as he smiled at her with his eyes slightly narrowed, it seemed as if all these years had never passed. Back then, she was still a naive girl from a small town, who came to a big city to study in college alone. By chance, she met him, who was much older than her and was in the same school. From then on, they were attracted to each other and could not be stopped.

Now, she has slowly come to his age, walking the same path he took here, experiencing the bitterness and sweetness, the pain and joy he had experienced along the way, until she meets him again at the platform of fate.

The shy girl of the past had grown into a graceful and elegant lady, but time did not seem to have left many traces on him. He still looked so young and handsome, as calm, powerful and proud as ever, making it difficult for her to look away.

When did her eyes start to follow him uncontrollably? Perhaps it was because the nights spent together were too gentle, or because the dreams of loneliness were too desolate, or perhaps as early as that summer festival when he held her hand in silence amid the crowds, her thoughts began to melt away in his soft light.

——Come with me.

The unspoken eagerness in his eyes almost pierced her heart instantly, and what followed was hot and lingering joy and sorrow.

She had described this scene countless times, in her heart, in her dreams, in every morning and evening of their reunion and separation, in every tortuous and moving poem and song. When he finally stopped his hurried steps, turned around and stretched out his hand to her, she would no longer hesitate to muster up the courage to run towards him.

Yukimura thought so and did so. But this time, when he stretched out his hand, what he touched was not an empty phantom, but real, warm skin.

 

It's really him. He's still here.

As she secretly breathed a sigh of relief, she unconsciously squeezed his hand tighter, which as expected caused him to chuckle:

"You're so reluctant to let me go?"

She had no intention of refutation, but just smiled slightly with her eyes curved, allowing him to take the initiative and wrap her cold hands in his palms.

Then he continued in a serious tone:

"Since you care so much about me, go out and earn some money. You are in your prime and have unlimited potential, so you must work harder. I am just a poor teacher in my early thirties, and I rely on you for my life."

Her expression was instantly broken, and she pulled out her hand to lightly hit his shoulder, scolding him for being a smooth talker and a shameless gigolo. After this incident, her complexion became even more rosy, and her eyes became more lively and attractive.

What she didn't notice was that Feng Jian had been looking at her with a smile from beginning to end, and his eyes, which were always indifferent and cold, were tinged with a rare tenderness. When she leaned into the pillow with some weakness, his hand naturally slid into the quilt and rested loosely on her abdomen.

"Feeling better?"

She was holding the thermos and drinking medicine in small sips. Upon hearing this, she peeked out from the edge of the cup and then nodded.

Kazama was satisfied with her well-behaved appearance and continued:

"When you are alone, remember to eat well, take medicine on time, and drink less instant coffee, if you don't want to be like Balzac."

As he spoke, he gestured with his eyes to the piles of similar bar packs in the trash can.

These words once again brought back the unpleasant memories of when she was writing the paper, which made her feel quite uncomfortable at the moment, so her unwillingness to admit defeat began to work secretly again:

"What about you, Kazama-san? Shouldn't a wine lover like you be more careful about moderation? If you don't want to repeat Fitzgerald's mistakes, then set an example yourself."

He couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, and on a whim he imitated her tone and replied:

"I advise you not to be ungrateful, Yukimura-san. Apart from me, who else would treat you with such care? You should be happy that you have found a husband as dedicated and conscientious as me."

She was determined to tease him to the end, so she counted on her fingers and began to list them one by one:

"If you don't count my brother, there's my mentor Professor Hijikata, my classmate Heisuke, my childhood friend Hachiro, as well as Saito-senpai, Sannan-san, and even Yamazaki-san from the bakery where I worked part-time... They're all very nice."

Every time she mentioned a person's name, Feng Jian's face darkened. In the end, he smiled instead of getting angry:

"You still have the energy to talk back. It seems that you have almost recovered."

Without giving her a chance to further refute, he suddenly leaned over to his wife, covering her in his shadow. She slightly opened her eyes, but could not distinguish his expression against the light, only felt his deep voice like strong wine getting closer:

"I may not be as talented as the two literary masters, nor can I bring you the same freshness as those men, but I still have the ability to compete with you in bed. Since you want to play with me here, I don't mind getting you pregnant here."

"What nonsense are you talking about...ah!"

Her ankles were suddenly caught, and the next moment she slipped down due to the sudden pulling force. Just as she was struggling to prop herself up, he pushed aside the quilt and squeezed in before her, easily trapping her kicking legs.

The more she tried to break free from his grip, the more the already loose hem of her pajamas became tangled, so that her legs were exposed inside and out, providing the uninvited guest with an opportunity to take advantage.

 

And at this moment, his fingers began to touch her perineum through the last layer of cloth covering her body, and then moved all the way up, from the sunken grooves to the undulating soft hills, outlining the contours of this flower bud in detail like a meticulous painting.

Sometimes this hand would playfully roam around in circles, and sometimes it would frivolously caress and knead along the tender sides of her legs. Everywhere he touched was filled with burning heat and itchiness, and as he watched the burning sensation spread like wildfire, he had no intention of stopping.

This area of ​​her body had never been able to withstand his teasing, and this time she was horrified to find that even this level of caressing could easily arouse her reaction. In the waves of hot flashes, she turned her head and gasped slightly, but still managed to maintain a trace of consciousness, and whispered stubbornly for him to stop.

"Stop? What are you talking about? I'm serving you with good intentions, don't be ungrateful."

He sneered disapprovingly:

"Do you need a mirror to look at your current appearance? This is just the beginning, are you already this sensitive?"

As he said this, he pointedly touched a small area near her labia that was slightly wet, and that soft and hidden place lightly swallowed a small part of his fingertip, as if it was some kind of unspoken invitation.

So he was no longer polite and started to remove the last obstacle in front of him, and she gave up and let him do it, her head tilted to one side weakly. As her lower body was penetrated again, she covered her eyes with her elbows.

She opened her legs wide in front of him, feeling the flesh of her vagina instinctively wrapping around his invading fingers, which gave her a sense of shame that was close to masturbation. But she couldn't help but shyly look at him through the gap, and couldn't help twisting her waist and hips to cater to the rhythm of his thrusting and rubbing, wishing that her naked, hot skin could fit tightly against his body.

Compared with her now with her clothes half-undressed and in a state of confusion, he was still sitting there in neat clothes and calm as he was at the beginning, staring at her for a long time with his beautiful and deep eyes. If she didn't pay attention to the burning gaze focused on her private parts, his finger skills constantly going in and out between her buttocks, and the sticky and slippery feeling there, she might still be able to pretend that nothing had happened.

She vaguely thought that his and her lives were supposed to be two unrelated parallel lines, but due to various coincidences, they gradually approached and intersected, becoming each other's most trusted partners. And in the foreseeable future, their paths would be as closely entangled as they are now.

He was indeed her mentor in all aspects, whether it was academic guidance or sexual games. She still remembered the feeling of his lips and tongue circling around her vagina, how he gently licked her gushing sexual fluids, and how he fiercely stabbed her tight, wet and hot vagina. In such sexual intercourse time and again, he cultivated this virgin land into a rich and habitable valley, leaving the hot mark of love and desire here.

Because of these beautiful scenes that reappeared in her mind, a trembling and tingling pleasure instantly struck her like lightning. She unconsciously bent her waist, stretched out her hand to grasp the fingers lingering in the fragrant bush, and led him deeper into the bush.

This young fruit of hers gradually got used to the experience of intercourse, and was also encouraged and delighted by the nourishment of love. When he used two fingers to quickly and accurately roll over the sensitive center of her flower, she couldn't help but raise her neck and moan, thrusting her body to take his fingers deeper, squeezing the muscles between his waist and hips tighter.

 

With the fluid gradually filling up her vagina, he was able to move in and out much more smoothly, and his movements became more and more reckless. She gasped in shock under his fierce attacks, and her body and the clitoris he was playing with trembled continuously.

After the violent contraction of the vaginal opening, there was a spasm that was enough to affect the upper abdomen. Even though she tried to relieve the pain by massaging the area, she still could not bear the dizziness that came with the rapid heartbeat.

Perhaps because her expression was not very good at the moment, he slowed down his movements and asked:

"What's wrong?"

At this moment, she no longer had the strength to form a complete sentence, and could only move her lips to utter a few vague syllables:

"Please... let me..."

He seemed to understand her intention in an instant, and pulled his fingers back without further questioning. She turned her body to the right, pulled the quilt over her abdomen, bit her lips, clamped her legs together, and her whole body was in an extremely tense state. Then, after a few slight tremors, she fell into complete silence.

Her closed eyes and motionless posture made him think that she had fallen asleep hugging the quilt. However, just as he wiped his fingers and stood up, she turned over and stared at him, almost writing "I'm not asleep yet" on her face. The two of them stared at each other for a long time, and no one made any rash moves.

She ignored the beautiful spring scenery that was vaguely visible under her skirt, and just lazily leaned on the soft pillow and stared at him. Her delicate and soft voice was charming and seductive:

"You want to leave now?"

He looked down at her:

"Why, you think you didn't have enough fun just now?"

A trace of embarrassment suddenly appeared on her face. She stopped beating around the bush with him and sat up to look him in the face. She puffed up her delicate face, her soft body lines stretched naturally, and her every move looked like a pretty girl.

"You invaded me forcefully after a disagreement, and then refused to say a word to me afterwards. Mr. Kazama, don't you intend to take some responsibility for this?"

He chewed over her tone and words several times, and suddenly showed a threatening smile:

"It's been a long time since we last met. You've become more eloquent."

"Do you remember who was the first to say something rude? I was very generous of you by not making you unable to get out of bed."

She shrugged innocently:

"I was just telling you the truth about my situation. How can I say that I was being rude? The fact is that a jealous person was childish and overthinking things, but he wanted to pretend that it had nothing to do with him and shirk responsibility. You are a grown man, don't you even have this little bit of tolerance?"

So, if you get angry about being cuckolded, which is something that undermines your principles and dignity, then you are in the wrong?

He was neither angry nor willing to continue arguing with her. He just sat down casually on the edge of the bed and responded to her with a provocative look.

"Interesting. So what are you going to do?"

She did not answer immediately, but crawled on her knees across the bed towards him, and then knelt down beside him in a gentle manner. Her eyes moved, her red lips moved, and her arms wrapped around his shoulders softly, and in the next second she was about to touch his thin lips that were so close to her -

But it was empty-handed.

He turned his head to avoid the kiss she offered, and then grabbed her body that was about to fall, and said with a smile:

"What does this mean?"

Asking even though you know the answer.

His eyes were clearly teasing.

She gritted her teeth secretly, but a wave of grievance rose in her heart for no reason. When the relationship just started, he had been teasing her openly like this, and it was the same in the episode that just happened. But now that she was the active party, wasn't it okay?

She blinked, trying to dispel the warmth that was gradually rising in her eyes, and forced out a sweet smile again.

"Don't you like it?"

She lifted herself up from his arms, hooked her arms around his neck, and breathed mingled with his at close range:

"If you want to verify my sincerity, why don't you give it a try?"

He looked at his lover's tender yet resolute face and sighed helplessly:

"I did say something like 'I hope you can be more enthusiastic', but have you forgotten that you are still a patient?"

She shook her head slightly:

"I have a chronic disease and it won't get better in a short time."

"But now, I want to be closer to you...urgently, right now."

Deliberately making eye contact with him, she lowered her head and buried her cheek in his neck as if she could not bear the cool breeze, slightly extending her tongue to moisten the warm and cool skin, as if doing so could temporarily relieve the urgent heat and thirst in the depths of her soul.

With some secret and excited hope, she knelt and pressed her body against his chest, raised her head and gave him a series of small and soft kisses. She imitated him, deftly flicking his Adam's apple with her tongue, repeatedly licking the scattered stubble on the edge of his jaw, and even with his strong self-control, he couldn't help but let out a few low and short groans.

The road was almost smooth, and she climbed to his peak smoothly. When she was about to reach the final destination, she closed her eyes, then held his face and carefully pressed her lips against his long-awaited lips. She repeated her old tricks, first tracing his beautiful lip shape with the tip of her tongue, moistening his dry lip lines with saliva, and then lightly probing into his mouth, gently and slowly caressing his neat teeth and pointed canines.

But she encountered an obstacle in the next step. No matter how hard she tried to persuade him, the last hurdle remained unmoved. She had no choice but to withdraw, panting slightly, and said to him with a red face and a mixture of anger and resentment:

"Chikage! Stop being so willful!"

He looked down at her with interest and said in a seemingly ignorant way:

"Oh? I don't remember doing anything to make you angry recently. How about you remind me?"

This hateful man!

He was obviously laughing the whole time and never stopped!

She stared at him in shame and anger, and gradually realized that she had underestimated his strategy and patience. He seemed to be teasing her carelessly and frivolously, but in fact he was pressing her step by step without making a sound, leaving her in a situation where she had no way out.

She thought so, stared at him blankly for a while, then suddenly threw herself back into his arms, eagerly raised her head and kissed his lips again. She pushed the tightly closed door with her tongue without any method, and uttered a faint and vague voice:

"You are so bad! Speak up!"

The back of her head was suddenly held tightly, and the next moment his lips pressed down forcefully. While holding her lips, he took advantage of the opportunity to enter, rolled up her soft tongue and sucked and entangled it, making her cry and sob.

His breath enveloped her like this. She raised her eyes and glared during the interval, but this tearful, blushing baby face was too unthreatening, and he hugged her and kissed her more deeply. He licked her smooth inner wall, tasted her sweet crystal saliva, fiddled with her round lips, held her bright red lips and sucked them continuously, blocking all her futile protests and complaints in his mouth, making her almost soften into a puddle of water in his arms.

His kiss soothed her anxious nerves, but also constantly tempted her, making her want more. Every time his kiss went deeper, her lower body became wetter. Her mind was teetering on the edge of sobriety, just like her trembling body.

 

She tried to move her lower limbs and raised one leg to sit on him, but she failed to keep her balance and fell with him on the messy bed. After a while of dizziness, she found that the pair of fascinating eyes were only a few feet away from her, and the raging flames in those eyes seemed to burn her.

He held her sweaty back, lowered his head again and leaned close to her neck, branding her smooth skin with hot and scorching kisses. She heard the man's increasingly heavy breathing falling on her ears, felt the increasingly scorching temperature where he passed, and the moist and slightly itchy touch was still winding down her skin, as if it aroused waves of electricity, making her mind blank, her blood flow accelerated, and her heart beat wildly.

When he was about to kiss her again, she raised her hand to block his way. He licked the tender hand that offered itself to him, and his voice was a little hoarse from the excitement:

"what?"

She gave him a smile that was very charming in his eyes, and did not answer. Instead, she lowered her long and thick eyelashes, reached out her hand, and gently and slowly unbuttoned her pajamas one by one, gradually revealing her watery white body.

Before he could take any action, she had already wrapped her legs around his waist and hips, and with a little force on his shoulders, she flipped him over under her. She leaned over and pressed her jade-like body close to him, and hooked his chin like he had done to her before:

"Are you satisfied with this answer?"

With this action, her pair of petite breasts that were barely visible in front of her chest naturally drooped, and the bright and soft snow-white color was almost completely in his sight. Further down was her flat waist and abdomen, and the slender and smooth curves extended all the way to the depths of the dark and humid jungle.

He glanced at this half-hidden and half-opened lovely scene, and just curled up the corners of his lips and snorted with an ambiguous smile:

"As long as you are happy."

She was naturally very unhappy with such a perfunctory answer, and while she stretched out her little hands to unbutton his shirt, she impatiently put her soft lips forward to kiss him. So they rolled together again in dishevel and without any image, their breath blending, their bodies pressed together, and they used their lips and tongues to comfort each other again and again.

At the same time, his hand reached into her collar, slid along the soft texture of her back all the way to the bottom of her skirt, and caressed her delicately as she trembled like butterfly wings, sometimes kneading her plump buttocks, and sometimes using his fingers stained with her body fluids to lightly poke the tight hole at the back.

She lay on his shoulders, feeling his extremely gentle caress, almost closing her eyes and dozing off in comfort. Just as she was drowsily immersed in it, the hand beneath her suddenly lifted her hips and raised her position. She was shocked, but the question she had just blurted out turned into a charming moan in the blink of an eye.

Just when she was in a state of panic, he had quietly lurked between the soft snow hills, and with a slight tilt of his head, he took one of the rounded tips into his mouth. She only needed to lower her eyes slightly to see clearly the movement of him burying his head in her chest, and even if she closed her eyes, she could still feel the tingling and tingling of his lips and tongue sucking and rubbing her breasts, the sound of sucking on her nipples, and the wet marks left by his licking and biting.

The things that were visible and invisible, naked and ambiguous, straightforward and obscure, clean and dirty, instantly set her blood boiling, making her tremble and gasp in the pleasure brought by the licking, kissing and teasing of the man beside her. And he continued to suck on the engorged and protruding nipples, as if the full breasts filled with rich fragrance were constantly secreting sweet milk.

 

This fire really made them extremely unbearable. She felt her lips and mouth dry and sweaty. Whether it was the hole in her body or the hole in her soul, it was so empty and thirsty, and it was constantly resounding with lonely and distant echoes. When his weight pressed down, she sank on the soft mattress with her back, and he took advantage of this to get closer to her body. His lower body responded and immediately pressed against the crack between her buttocks, which in return made her embrace and entangle him more tightly.

She accepted him in a slow and gentle way, and stayed with him with a sacred and loyal oath; she enlightened him with a compassionate and tolerant sentiment, and ignited him with a pure and wanton attitude. She stretched out her arms to hold his neck, straightened her waist and couldn't wait to put the other unloved breast into his mouth, and couldn't help rubbing her itchy and wet lower body against his abdomen, and her legs changed angles around him, which invisibly aroused his lower body to become more hot and erect.

I don't know when the atmosphere in the room began to change subtly. She regained consciousness for a short time, but was soon dragged into a deeper vortex. No one cared who fumbled to take off whose clothes, and who took the initiative to seduce whose lips and tongue. There was no need for pretense in words or expressions. The more they were honest with each other, the more they could not control their emotions.

At this moment, his penis pushed into her vagina. This sharp blade broke through the layers of barriers with the force of a bamboo, hitting the fatal red heart, causing her to collapse in an instant. Compared with the superficial caressing when they comforted each other not long ago, his entry this time was direct and fierce, causing her to tremble all over and her hair to mess up. She had to use all her strength to suppress the moan that was about to burst out.

But she had no time to care about him afterwards. When the climax came again, her hands clung to his shoulders tightly, but her body leaned into his arms powerlessly. Her chest and abdomen pressed against his, her pubic bones touched, and her lower limbs entangled with his, as if she wanted to embed herself into his body.

He just silently tightened his embrace a little more, freed his hands to slowly straighten her messy hair, until her breathing gradually became normal and her body began to move again. Her dark eyes looked around in a daze, and after suddenly meeting his gaze, she immediately hid away as if frightened.

She lowered her head and tried to move her body, only to find that his penis was still erect and poking at her lower abdomen, without any sign of withering. Her cheeks became even more red, and under the warm yellow light, it was as if she was covered with a layer of heavy evening makeup, making it difficult for him to take his eyes away.

If the girl you love is too cute, anyone would want to bully her a little.

Seeing her panic, he slowly stabbed her again:

"That's great. What are you going to do?"

As expected, she immediately widened her eyes and said stubbornly:

"Then, I'll be in charge!"

When she faced his mischievous smile again, her eyelashes trembled subconsciously, and were about to droop down in embarrassment. However, as if she had thought of something, she suddenly opened her eyes slightly, and then grasped his hand without thinking:

"I'm serious! As long as you don't leave..."

She raised her face and looked at him again, her eyes seemed to contain a clear and sharp knife light. Almost word by word, she whispered:

"As long as you like it, you can."

He put away his rogue look and looked at her pure face in front of him several times. She also let him look at her without fear, and their eyes exchanged silently for several times.

After a while, he turned away slightly, and relaxed his body, lying on his back and burying it in the pillow:

"I really can't help you. Don't regret it later."

 

"If you really don't want to, don't bother me."

She chuckled, spread her legs and sat between his hips. Before she was ready to move, she hesitated for a moment, her bright eyes looking at him eagerly:

"If there's anything I'm not doing right... teach me."

He looked back at her with his usual lazy smile:

"Just do it the way you're comfortable."

After getting the other party's consent, her hand reached the private space surrounded by their pubic areas and wrapped the completely excited genitals in her palm.

She began to knead the erect penis with gentle force, first the sensitive coronal ridge and frenulum, then along the shaft to the testicles and groin at the end. As the process deepened, the slight trembling of her ten fingers gradually disappeared in the hot pulsation of the grip, and the movements became more and more smooth and rapid.

Under her slightly awkward but meticulous gentle comfort, he squinted his eyes in pleasure, occasionally uttering a few extremely comfortable murmurs. A little liquid seeping from the top of the column gradually wet her palm, and the red-hot iron seemed to be melting in this handful of soft snow.

Despite this, she continued to massage with full concentration until his penis trembled and ejaculated in her hand. When this final moment came, her mind went blank and she remained in a dazed position for a long time. The thick and turbid semen flowed down her palm, which was not yet completely closed, and fell on their crossed legs.

After an unknown amount of time, his clear laughter woke her up from her trance:

"Isn't this quite capable? There's nothing to criticize about it."

Although his tone was still as arrogant as ever, she knew from her years of understanding of his rhetoric that this was his sincere compliment without reservation.

She turned her head and was met with his rare relaxed face. For a moment, she forgot about the stickiness on her hands. She casually wiped the sweat from her forehead and couldn't help but laugh with him. Her lively and coquettish eyes curved into a moving arc.

The two smiled at each other for a while, quietly feeling the long-lost warm atmosphere that surrounded them. After a long time, she moved her hips, moved her position slightly forward, and stroked his still firm lower body with her fingers again, whispering:

"Go on."

He smiled noncommittally, but turned aside first, took out a wet towel and handed it to her:

"If you don't want to get pregnant, clean your hands before you do it."

She took it with some surprise and couldn't help laughing.

Where did the guy who threatened to get himself pregnant earlier go?

He seemed to have noticed this as well, and turned his head uncomfortably to avoid her gaze, but he did not make any excuses.

She finally suppressed the urge to laugh at him and wiped her hands before he turned around and got angry. Just as she was about to turn around and do the expansion, he grabbed her wrist:

"Right here."

At first she blinked in confusion, but soon she blushed again as she realized what he meant. Her shy eyes fluttered like frightened butterflies, but she had no way to escape his increasingly deep and burning gaze.

"I want to see more of you."

He had already said this, and it was useless to avoid it. So she had to open her legs wider under his gaze, lowered her head and gently spread her labia with her fingertips, one hand circled upwards to caress the area around the clitoris, and the other hand went deep into the vagina and stirred it slowly, and when it gradually relaxed, she inserted the second and third fingers one after another.

Although she couldn't see his expression, her sensitive naked body instinctively began to feel hot. Even if she slightly opened her mouth and half-expelled the tender tip of her tongue, and used the free calf and instep to rub him, it was difficult to reduce the heat.

 

She even had an illusion that was completely opposite to the one not long ago, but also very similar: at this moment, it was not her who was entering and exiting her body, but he was using her hands to manipulate her.

But so what? She had secretly made up her mind a long time ago that as long as she could be closer to him and be with him in this way, she would be happy no matter what.

What she didn't know was how shocking her current appearance was to him. From his angle, he could not only see her body flushed with passion, her intoxicated expression as she gasped softly, but also the pink tender flesh that occasionally appeared in her vagina, and the clear liquid that accumulated more and more, enough to wet his legs. When her wet eyes inadvertently cast towards him, he almost couldn't help but press her under him and thrust hard until she collapsed and cried for mercy.

The speed at which one gets drunk is even more efficient than alcohol.

He took a deep breath and resigned himself to searching the drawer for a condom.

She was obviously watching his every move, and almost at the same time he finished the insurance, she moved closer to his body. He took the beauty into his arms and whispered in her ear:

"What's the hurry?"

She froze when she heard that, and immediately pouted unhappily. He pinched her puffy little face with a bit of amusement, and then said:

“If you feel uncomfortable, stop.”

She nodded randomly, but the desire in her eyes became more direct and fanatical. He saw that the girl didn't take his kind advice to heart at all, so he half-heartedly let her go.

It was rare for his wife to be so attentive, and he felt happy and relaxed down there.

After she sat on him, she led him into the wet and deep path. She surrounded and comforted him with the gentleness of the tide, and sucked and wrapped him with the passion of fire, tempting him to go deeper step by step, while she couldn't help but whisper to him softly.

——Chikage, look at me.

——Can you touch me?

Her eyes were misty, her cheeks were soft and sweet, and beads of sweat fell from her forehead, wetting her long eyelashes, making her skin crystal clear and her lips rosy.

She lowered her eyebrows and begged him softly, and the next moment, she was caught off guard and tightly embraced by him. Just as she opened her eyes wide, at a loss, his breath was already within reach.

The lips that always loved coldness and ridicule were now close to her neck with tenderness and love. Under his delicate kisses, her heartstrings trembled along with her body.

"Chizuru..."

In this tender and loving night, he embraced her, calling her with a soft and tender voice, and a dreamy sigh turned into a wisp of light smoke and drifted in the evening breeze:

"Tell me, what should I do with you..."

He leaned against the pillow and straightened his back slightly, and while maintaining the hugging posture, he pushed forward with skill, and the lower bodies of their two people were completely and intimately combined.

She screamed when he suddenly ran into her, and then his lips were sealed with a scorching kiss. In the dimness, she seemed to see the magnificent Milky Way hanging upside down in the sky through his eyes. Every star was so close, so bright, shining with a cool and charming luster, as if it was surrounding her tiny self layer by layer.

When she opened her eyes completely, she finally saw herself clearly. It was not until this moment that she realized that she had truly occupied this man from the inside out, and at the same time, both her upper and lower holes were filled by him, and every part of her body was soaked in his flavor.

How satisfying! When she was deeply in love, she couldn't help but sigh like this, and almost shed tears of joy and sorrow. But this time, she was determined not to let him see her crying, and didn't want him to know her tortuous secret thoughts, so she offered her body devoutly again before he could take action.

 

She was small and light, and riding on his hips and swinging back and forth did not put too much pressure on him. She tightened her waist, abdomen and buttocks without any instruction, rubbing and shaking on his swollen pillar, and her body swayed gently like flowing water waves.

Even so, due to her lack of experience, many of her movements were clumsy and lacked any rules. While he was leisurely enjoying the sight below, he would occasionally move his lower limbs to match her movements, and even actively thrust his hips to hit her sensitive areas.

Under his strong yet gentle thrusts, she could not help herself and fell into the frenzy of desire again. Come on, my love, give me a little more strength, I want you to melt me ​​with your scorching heat, pierce me with your unparalleled sharpness, embrace me with your strong arms, and tame me with your affectionate eyes.

Come on—come on!

She raised her head and moaned in extreme pleasure, leaning her naked body towards him. He opened his arms and took her into his arms, responding to her with intimate caresses and increasingly fierce attacks. She propped herself up on her elbows, knelt down and endured his continuous in and out from bottom to top, and finally collapsed completely on him in a quick and thorough penetration, almost unable to move.

She had lost all her strength and could only stare at his lustful face in this position, whispering softly:

"Hey, Chikage..."

"Doing something like this with me makes you happy, right?"

Almost without hesitation, he replied to her, "Stupid question," but the look in his eyes was so calm and gentle that she could not see any hint of reproach on his part.

Yes, there is really no need to ask questions like this whose answers are obvious.

She was speechless for a moment, so she lowered her eyes and remained silent for a moment. Suddenly, she heard his voice coming from above:

"But it's pretty good for a beginner."

Seeing her expression of confusion for a moment, he added a few more words in a good-tempered manner.

"I'm referring to your performance just now. You were proactive, relaxed, and your performance was acceptable. It seems you are a teachable kid."

Why not just admit that you like this position?

This cheap husband of hers really wasn't used to praising people. She would definitely give him a good beating when she had the chance. Thinking of this, she couldn't help but laugh out loud.

He probably sensed the unnatural irony in her smile, and he squinted lazily, his smile still on his face:

"Since you still have the strength now - do it again?"

Boy, you're trying to drain me dry.

She subconsciously wanted to refuse, but once she met his eyes that were wide open and seemed to be burning with flames, she could no longer say anything. Although all this originated from his unreasonable behavior, he had been very considerate in helping her relieve her sexual desire during this period. If she just abandoned him like this after she was satisfied, it seemed a bit unfair.

Just risk your life to accompany the gentleman.

After hesitating for just a moment, she nodded without further hesitation.

At this moment, she felt her waist being gently lifted up, and then she was placed under him in the dizziness caused by the change of vision. She felt him say "bear it" in her ear, and her loose vagina, which was still wet, was penetrated again as her legs were opened.

She thought that she could get through this round of thrusting quickly by closing her eyes and gritting her teeth, but she didn't expect that the few times he poked her sensitive spots gradually made her feel aroused. Unconsciously, the one-sided release of desire turned into a carnival for two people. They kissed, caressed and hugged each other eagerly, and then they thrusted and catered to each other in a mad rush.

 

Until finally, he released in her warm and wet inner wall, and she also reached climax in the constant tremor. When this crazy affair finally ended, everything floated away like stardust, and only complete silence remained. He called her name softly, but did not get the expected response from the person in his arms.

He called her again tentatively, but still got no response. He thought something was wrong and quickly turned her over to face him. Sure enough, she had her eyes closed and was unconscious. He checked her breathing and body temperature and confirmed that they were still normal. Only then did he gradually feel relieved.

He knew he should change the bed and clean them up as soon as possible, but he didn't want to get up immediately, and instead approached her again dishonestly. At this time, she was flushed and defenseless, and had no idea of ​​the improper behavior of the person beside her.

So he leaned over to touch her cheek, feeling her warm breath, and then gently kissed her red lips again. He didn't go deep, just sucked and rubbed along her lips, and left after a long time.

——Little princess.

He pondered over this nickname that had just come out of his mouth, and stared at her for a while, imagining that she would suddenly open her eyes like before, mutter to him in dissatisfaction, "I'm not asleep yet," and then firmly protest against his behavior of taking advantage of the opportunity to act like a hooligan.

He even thought of the words to respond to her. But she was still sleeping peacefully as before, with no signs of waking up.

Fairy tale books are indeed lies.

He smiled helplessly, put aside his previous distracting thoughts and fell into deep thought.

He thought that his student was right. Of course, he and she were just an ordinary couple in this life. They would not have the bloody storms and love-hate relationships in the epics, nor would they be as glamorous and perfect as the protagonists in the urban romances. They quarreled over trivial matters and bickered with each other, but they also accompanied and comforted each other in difficult times. This was the norm in their lives.

But the only thing that remains unchanged is that she is indeed unique and irreplaceable in his heart. As early as the beginning of the turmoil in Kyoto in the fourth year of the Keio era, he gently picked up the desperate and scarred little girl, and when she said with a firm look in her eyes that she wanted to go with him, he had already given such an answer with certainty.

As he thought about this, he closed his arms again, allowing himself to hug her more tightly. Looking at her peaceful face leaning against his chest, he couldn't help but murmured:

Honey, can you feel the sound of my heartbeat?

If you hear a song in your dream tonight, it will accompany you all the way through the flowers to find butterflies, chase the moon and the stars, until you reach the top of the strange and steep mountain surrounded by clouds, and then accompany you back home happily under the soft moonlight, making your light and graceful singing even more melodious.

That's me.

My enduring heartstrings.