In the Heat of Passion
At the county people's hospital beneath Gongga Mountain—
Jiang Xiuyan and I clung to each other tightly. In that moment, I knew we belonged to one another forever. No confession or ceremony was needed; it was a meeting of minds, a silent pact of souls.
Her slender frame trembled weakly in my arms, like a newborn chick. I held her up with all my strength, refusing to let her slip away.
"Jiang Xiuyan..." I hugged her fiercely, burying my face to breathe in her scent.
The terror of nearly losing her on that cliffside stabbed at my heart like a knife. Now, joy at having her back overwhelmed me, and I wept tears of pure relief.
"Brother..." Jiang Xiuyan sobbed uncontrollably in my embrace. "Brother... I thought I'd lost you..."
"I'm right here, always by your side. I won't leave you." I stroked her silky hair, soothing her.
I helped her over to my bed and sat her down, then settled beside her.
Just those few steps left me utterly drained.
"How are you feeling now?" I asked, my heart aching for her.
Jiang Xiuyan nodded. "Much better... The doctor said it's nothing serious."
"That's a relief..." Gazing at her tear-streaked, delicate face, I reached out to wipe away her tears, then took her hand in mine.
"Ah~ It hurts!" she gasped softly.
I looked down and saw her slim wrist wrapped in white bandages, faint red stains seeping through.
Overwhelmed with emotion, I whispered, "Jiang Xiuyan..."
"We've been through all that, and you're still calling me by my full name~?" She pouted prettily, feigning displeasure with a coquettish whine.
"Xiuyan... Xiuyan..." I pulled her into my arms.
"Mm..." Blushing, she melted against me.
"Xiuyan... Xiuyan..." I murmured her name over and over, pouring my heart into each syllable.
Before climbing Gongga Mountain, I never could have imagined holding the goddess of my dreams, whispering her pet name so intimately. It felt like a dream.
"Mm... Brother..." Jiang Xiuyan called back to me, her voice brimming with love.
Suddenly, it hit me—she'd started calling me "Brother" at some point. It wasn't wrong, exactly, but it felt a little odd.
"By the way, I've been meaning to ask—why do you call me Brother?" I asked curiously.
She nuzzled me playfully. "Can't I just like calling you that? Brother, Brother!"
Fine, whatever made her happy.
I stroked her hair indulgently. "If you like it, then I'm your brother."
"Mm..." Jiang Xiuyan—no, Xiuyan now—rested her head gently on my chest, her arms wrapped tightly around me.
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Knock, knock, knock...
Xiuyan and I turned to see a group of doctors and nurses at the door, grinning like they were watching a show. Some nurses covered their mouths, eyes turning to hearts.
We blushed crimson and hastily pulled apart, mortified.
The bespectacled, scholarly-looking doctor at the front cleared his throat into his fist. "Ahem... Sorry to interrupt. We were making rounds and saw you both here, so we figured we'd check on your recovery."
We nodded quickly and followed their instructions for the exams.
During the checks, I learned from their chatter that the rescue team had briefed them on our situation when we arrived. Xiuyan's account after waking filled in the rest—they knew everything: how I'd saved her, how she'd slit her wrist to feed me her blood.
As he jotted notes, the doctor said, "You've both suffered severe exhaustion and massive blood loss. Young man, you had shoulder surgery 48 hours ago, and according to this lady, your heart stopped for nearly ten minutes on the mountain. Plan on staying another week for observation."
So I'd been out for two full days.
"Also..." He adjusted his glasses. "One more thing—with your conditions, no strenuous activity."
My face burned; Xiuyan's ears turned pink.
I started to explain, but he pushed up his glasses. "Alright, won't disturb your rest. Let's go." He turned and strode off briskly.
The group followed in a lively swarm.
Two young nurses lingered, hands clasped in prayer. "Be happy together!" they chirped before scampering after the others.
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But a few days later, once she regained some strength, Xiuyan's passionate, mischievous side burst forth.
The doctor had warned us to rest, but whenever the staff was distracted, she'd sneak from the women's ward to my room for kisses, like a girl stealing candy.
She'd clamber onto my bed excitedly, hands braced by my head, her lithe body hovering tantalizingly close. Leaning down, she'd kiss me deeply, fervently.
Her dark hair brushed my face like willow branches skimming a lake, tickling my skin and my heart.
"Xiuyan, don't—someone might see. And if the doctor catches us, he'll scold. He said to rest." I glanced nervously at the door, dreading a repeat embarrassment.
"I checked—no one's around, and you're alone in here." Our lips parted briefly as she panted, then she tilted my head firmly. "No squirming. Be serious—I want more kisses~"
She dove back in...
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Once I could walk, Xiuyan supported me on rehab strolls in quiet corridors.
But she was naughty, using "rehab" as an excuse to pin me against the wall in empty halls, leaving me blissfully tormented.
She'd press me to the wall, her long leg wedged between mine, arms around my neck, soft lips claiming mine in a deep kiss...
"Will you love me forever?" she'd ask.
"Forever!"
"Only me, for life?"
"Only you, forever!" I'd vow.
"Your eyes for me alone~" She'd pout fiercely. "No looking at other women—not even a glance! Or I won't talk to you~"
I'd indulge her. "Okay, only my Xiuyan from now on."
I'd never imagined Xiuyan in love could be so possessive, so aggressive.
But with her, life was complete—who needed anyone else?
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We didn't tell our families the truth, just that we were traveling and due back in a week.
Near discharge, we lounged in the hospital garden colonnade, basking in the sun. She lay with her head in my lap, staring at the distant snow peaks.
I gazed down, admiring her radiant beauty.
Her features curved softly, her milk-smooth skin poreless and pearl-like, glowing with crystalline sheen under the mountains' silvery light.
Recalling my first stunned glimpse of her on stage, I'd grown accustomed to her stunning looks over time—but each look revealed new beauties.
Every expression captivated, full of allure;
Every smile ensnared my soul, leaving me drunk on her.
Like a pearl diver plunging deep, I greedily sought treasures in her ocean, each discovery a thrill, time dissolving as I melted into her beauty.
Jiang Xiuyan was an ocean hiding treasures; every day, every moment unveiled fresh wonders.
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"Brother, are we leaving tomorrow?" Xiuyan gazed dreamily at the peaks. "I'm a little reluctant. Gongga Mountain witnessed our love—I want ours to be eternal, like its unchanging snow."
"We'll come back someday," I comforted her.
"Before we go, let's visit Gongga Mountain once more," she suggested suddenly.
"No, you're not recovered!" The cliff memories still chilled me. Once bitten, twice shy—I never wanted to climb again.
She thought. "Then just to the base by car. There's Gongga Temple—supposedly very spiritual. I want to pray before the Buddha for our love's protection."
"Don't talk nonsense. We're together—what trials?" She was overthinking.
"…………" Xiuyan fell silent.
Seeing her downcast, I relented. "Fine, Gongga Temple—but only there. No wandering. You can't handle the strain."
She beamed up at me. "Mm... I'll listen."
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We dressed and slipped out, boarding the tourist shuttle to Gongga Temple, rattling along.
We sat at the back; Xiuyan hugged my arm, head on my shoulder.
Gongga Temple nestled at the main peak's western foothills, one of Tibetan Buddhism's White Sect sacred sites. Low shrubs and tall rhododendrons lined the path, a pleasant trek.
Snowmelt from Gongga and Nama peaks flowed through here to Zimei Village, Bawang Sea, Caoke, and the Dadu River.
Colorful prayer flags fluttered above—wind horse flags, or lung ta, unique Tibetan blessings and offerings to spirits.
The temple was modest but profoundly ancient and solemn under Gongga's snow and the azure sky.
In the hall, Xiuyan pulled me to kneel devoutly before the Buddha. Hands clasped, eyes shut, her face serene as she murmured prayers.
I strained to listen but couldn't make them out.
Bored—I'm an atheist, faith holds no appeal for me.
If I had one, it was Xiuyan!
Glancing around, I spotted a plump middle-aged monk—no, lama—in maroon robes and glasses, nodding at me from the hall's rear side with a smile.
I startled, like a kid caught daydreaming in class.
Xiuyan finished, stood, and smiled softly. "Brother, let's go. We'll return someday."
I took her hand to leave.
"Please wait!" the lama called from behind.
We turned.
The bespectacled lama approached calmly. "Rare visitors seeking the Buddha's wisdom—may this monk divine for you?"
Before I could speak, Xiuyan lit up. "Please, Master."
"This way..." He led us to a corner table, sitting against the wall, gesturing us opposite.
He had us write names and birthdates, then pulled out a thick book to consult.
I facepalmed—first fortune-teller I'd seen using a reference book. Total scam.
Xiuyan watched eagerly.
He scribbled calculations on paper; I rolled my eyes. Some master.
Just fleecing tourists.
He pondered deeply, then looked up solemnly. "You two shall be bound eternally, love unwavering!"
That's it? Lame platitude. Xiuyan beamed happily.
He turned to her. "Madam, you and your husband shall never part."
I twitched. Obvious nonsense.
To me: "One warning, sir—ponder it well: in life, wrong views are most terrifying!"
What? Gibberish.
Xiuyan frowned, puzzled, wanting clarification, but he smiled and demurred. "Time to go—the shuttle departs."
"How much?" I asked.
"Fate brought us; no worldly payment needed."
Free? Score. I tugged Xiuyan out. As we passed, a young lama bowed to him. "Tqiao Danzeng Kanbu, Rinpoche requests you..."
Outside, I muttered, "I could fortune-tell like that: 'You ate breakfast; you'll eat dinner.'"
"Sacred Buddhist site—don't blaspheme." Thoughtful, she added, "I believe he spoke truth. He's a high monk—didn't you hear 'Kanbu'? We must heed his words."
"Fine, fine—your call." At the front, the shuttle revved. "Oh no—it's leaving! Hurry!" I yanked her along.
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Back at the hospital, we packed for home that night.
Her ski goggles lost to the cliff; my tent, lantern, cookware ditched midway down by her. Light load.
Next day, discharged.
Inbound on cheap green train, two bumpy days.
Knowing my finances, Xiuyan covered return: Shuangliu to Baiyun Airport flights.
Hand in hand, we headed home...
After transfers, we boarded for Guangzhou.
The plane nosed up, soaring free. Cruising above clouds, we spied distant Gongga, towering pure and holy.
Farewell, Gongga Mountain!—I thought silently.
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Back in Guangzhou, Xiuyan and I dove into intense dating.
Mornings plotting spots;
Days in sweet bliss;
Evenings parting reluctantly.
Like any passionate couple, we hit every lover's landmark, insta-hotspot.
Street food hunts;
Escape rooms, trapped idiots yelling;
Kart racing, chasing tails;
Art exhibits under faux stars, reliving mountain romance;
Night markets, her thrilled by cheap trinkets;
Guangzhou Tower's Skywalk, me terrified, her mocking;
Licun Lake Park strolls, her serene smiles on my face;
White Cloud Mountain's Tongxin Pavilion sunsets: her wind-tossed hair, soft contours, profile eclipsing sunset glow and rosy skies.
This heart-stealing scene—I had to preserve it.
Slowly...
My phone brimmed with her photos, our intimate shots.
Each captured loving moments;
Each shutter froze her smiles eternally.
Daily, we burned with love...
Missed days? Next, she'd cling like ages apart, nuzzling: "Brother~ I missed you so much~!" Demanding kisses.
Her jade wrist's scar faded to faint pink, flawless arm forever marked—for me. Heartache and cherishing swelled; I'd take it if I could.
To spare her effort, I'd metro-transfer two hours to her school.
Poor student, no car—but joyous duty.
Even fantasizing en route made me grin idiotically, commuters staring.
Only issue: passersby's stunned gazes at her unnerved me.
Step away to buy something? Suitors swarmed; she'd ignore, grab me, flee.
Scouts offered modeling gigs; zero interest.
She seemed used to it; I wasn't comfy...
She said the academy made her enrollment ambassador: promo video, brochures with her pics.
Vocal major, dance; piano minor. Top student, leadership praise—post-grad, possible faculty.
Deep dive: she shone campus-wide, guys' dream goddess.
Her excellence made me feel plain beside her.
Self-doubt crept: Was I dimming her light?
I ignored it—happiness enveloped me daily...
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During our honeymoon phase, Wang Xianzhu kept campus chaos alive.
Peeping, harassing, latest: stole girls' dorm panties, beaten and reported.
Prior grope nearly expelled him; school eyed expulsion now.
But daddy's pull quashed it.
Now public enemy—girls glared; by association, me too.
His lechery aside, brotherly loyalty shone.
Dating cost money. Xiuyan always paid, but pride stung.
I starved, hustled odd jobs. He noticed, asked; I confessed love.
Sensing poverty, he'd "bring son dinner," cover meals; slip cash in my bag.
Grateful—rich didn't mean obligated.
His Shanghai-company dad loaded; never pried. Friends aren't wallets.
Pre-grad, million-yuan car. Could off-campus but insisted dorm—for girls' dorm view.
Ding-dong~ WeChat ping—I snatched phone. Xiuyan!
Wang Xianzhu peeked. "Son, girlfriend?"
"Yeah, be back. Dinner for me?" I grabbed jacket, bolted.
He yanked me. "Nah—you rarely date. Bro treats big! Never met sis-in-law; gotta vet." Dead set on tagging.
Her perfection needs vetting? You'll gape.
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Outside gate, followed her pin. Head down on map, scanning for her.
"Brother~ Brother! Here!" Xiuyan's voice.
There—elegant dress, waving from tree shade. Silhouette vivid against green, peerless.
I ran up, thrilled. "Xiuyan, what brings you?"
Before she spoke, Wang Xianzhu gasped behind: "Jiang... Jiang Xiuyan?!!!
Mouth agape, rat-eyes leering, drool imminent—total creep.
"Who's he?" Xiuyan frowned, repulsed.
"R roommate. Good guy, just..." Defending failed; his look shamed me.
Wang sidled up, fidgety, flushed, tenting pants—hands clamped crotch, grotesque.
Xiuyan recoiled, nauseated.
He recovered, dragged me aside. "She's your girl? Why not say? Dream goddess! Unbrotherly!"
"You never asked." Duh.
Years rooming, his perversion normalized.
He'd splurged dragging me to her school show.
Feared her wrath—girls hate creeps like him.
Ecstatic: "Bro—no, you're boss, I'm son." Babbling. "Introduce sis! Collected her pics, nightly staple. Closer than stage—prettier live!"
"Done chatting?" Xiuyan impatient, eager to escape him.
"Yep..." I rushed.
Wang shyly: "Sis-in-law!"
Gross, man-coy?
Xiuyan ignored. "Done? Let's go."
Wang cut in: "Sis, said I'd treat big."
"Pass!" Icy.
Thrilled at reply: "No way..." Arm-slung bro-pose. "Bros forever; guest—you. My treat."
Xiuyan yanked me away, stony-faced.
I stayed mum.
Wang trailed shamelessly: "Sis... Sis... Let me treat? Pleeease? Where to? Take lil bro? Sis~"
Our date, bulb?
Xiuyan snapped, heel-kicking his shin viciously.
As he hopped howling, she dragged me off. Lost him quick.
En route, she griped: disgusting near-vomit.
Helpless: his nature. Ignore.
Shared his "glories," daddy's fixes.
She laughed: prime creep, jailbait.
"Know how we met? Your stage—Wang brought me."
Mysterious smile: "Not necessarily..."
Recalled his plea: "He obsesses since stage—goddess, pic hoard. Wants intro."
Impatient: "Don't wanna see him..." Coquettish: "Brother~ No more him, kay~?"
Nodded fast.
Topic dropped; planned romance.
Day sweet as ever...
Paid with his cash.
Uneasy twinge.
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Dorm-bound, Wang pounced: "Bro, how with sis? Mention me? Told her I worship, wanna meet?" Then: "Next time, take me?"
His lech-face irked; hated his Xiuyan fantasies. "Told her—no interest!"
Face fell, whiny: "Really?"
Nod.
That night, he moped—unlike hyper self.
Usually railing girls' dorm, monkeying.
Bedtime, cash shove—blocked: "No more. Can't take."
"Not for you—for sis not suffering. Roadside eats? Walkathons? Man lets woman suffer?"
Hand slackened...
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Tossing sleepless, his words echoed: Man lets woman suffer?
First, money's weight hit!
No suffering for Xiuyan!
Grad soon—job, riches, luxury life.
Fantasized: villa, her flower-arranging, piano, dancing...
Heaven!
But third-rate grad job hunt tough...
Wang: casual spender, luxury car, finish-line starter.
Focus self: strive for happiness.
Hypnosis: For Xiuyan, I can!
Gongga survived—nothing breaks me!
For Xiuyan!
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Midnight,
Wang's grunts...
Peeked: wanking to her stage dance on screen. Huge cock aimed at her; her moves sultry...
Phone rack beside: her online pics, academy promo—pure, vibrant, radiant...
Defiling my goddess—wanted to deck him!
But froze...
Habit from his net-porn sessions?
Or his cash-gifts shamed me?
Dunno.
Grunts... moans...
Long, then soft groan—shot.
Wiped prepped tissue, binned.
Hesitated retreat; bed creaked.
He whipped round, eyes met...
He caught peeping jerk;
I caught Xiuyan-jerk;
Air froze...
Awkward eternity, clock ticking torture.
Punch?
What say?
Others? Fisted.
But his lifelong sleaze—beating changes nada.
His bailouts countless; owed deep.
Repay with fists? Nah.
Chaos...
Grunts resumed...
Peek: again at her MV.
Girls orbiting her like stars; youthful glow, lithe grace, dazzling charm.
Endless!
Blanket over—blind filth.
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Woke late: him slow-stroking to her pics...
Exhaustion pace?
Screw it...
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Morning: Wang panda-eyed, near-death.
"Bro, breakfast?" Feeble beg.
"Piss off!" Filth-desecrator, meal-run? No.
"Daddy, pleeease!" Shameless.
"…………"
Returned: got his anyway.
His meal-runs routine; post-love, feared my starving.
He devoured.
Time talk.
"No more her vids/photos jerking."
"Guess her school guys do same?"
"Net guys nightly wank to her?"
Speechless.
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Days flew; our fire blazed, his nightly Xiuyan-wanks brazen.
"You got whole her; video/pic ban?" Pitiful plea.
Could I?
Stealth anyway; can't nuke net.
Ignored.
Dates stocked phone pics.
One night, copying to junk laptop—caught.
Rare shots awed him; begged copies.
Firm no!
Night,
Grunts: at her again. Glanced: my laptop's haul copied to his alienware.
Password? Mystery.
Today's fresh Xiuyan shots—his stroke-fodder.
Raged, lunged cursing.
Kneeled, leg-hug: "Daddy!"
"Pity son—nets vids stale."
Fuss ended unresolved.
Morning: cash-stuffed bag.
No tell Xiuyan—thunderous rage.
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Once breached, unstoppable...
Post-fail, absent-me: phone raids for copies.
Her number, WeChat stolen too.
Caught: brutal thrashing.
No fightback—leg-hug, daddy-beg.
Vague-told Xiuyan: phone slip, strangers eyed contacts—reject adds.
Insightful: "Got it. Guard phone." Shame burned.
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Sleep-thefts repeated; post-beat, unrepentant—phone open book.
Dorm-return: his thirsty grab, copy frenzy.
Helpless.
Night: "Goodies repay"—porn vids, H-novels.
Deleted unseen.
Persistent spam.
Del-pack misclick: desktop NTR novels.
Curious: his recs? Sampled one...
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Days later: shooting critique.
"You suck angles—fail her beauty."
Demo'd me: pro-level.
Talent.
Bed-crate: pro gear hoard—DSLRs, lenses, viewers, flashes, gimbals, mics, tripods, star-tracker, cage.
"Bro, dates—me tag, shoot?" Grin.
"No—ulterior Xiuyan motives; she hates you." Blunt.
Kneel-beg: "Daddy~ Silent pro photog. Your pics stale heads; pro candids? Sis wants?"
Silent.
Xiuyan regretted missed/ugly moments; pro ideal.
"Gear mil-yuan waste! Her beauty deserves best!"
Hit: "Ask her; greenlight, ok."
Dog-nod, eyed message.
"Nope!"
Downcast...
Morning meet: her graceful—Wang pro-vested, pack-burdened, gear-laden, dashed ahead: "Sis hi!"
Stunned her: "Said no him! Why?"
"Told him. Solo out—he stalked." To him: "Phone snoop?"
Ignored, fawned: "Heard photog need. Here geared—let follow?"
Irate: "Don't see you—gear up, scram!"
"Skills ace—ask bro. No disturb! Your command. Off-duty distant. Promise!" Pleading.
"No—private date, no third wheel!"
To me: "Bro, vouch?"
Wrestled: sweat-drenched gear-haul pity. "Xiuyan, he's here—once, no more!"
Glared unhappy, relented: "Ten paces min—no call, no approach!"
Ecstatic: "Yes sis! Ten paces. Shout lil bro."
Four years senior, shameless "lil bro."
Threesome date debut, bulb aboard.
Xiuyan grumpy; coax half-smiles.
Third-wheel: stiff, intimacies gone.
Wang savvy: transit distant, averted.
Normal passenger: she thawed, chatted laughingly.
Restaurant: chair-pull, wipe, order—errand boy.
Paid silent. Her AA? "Bro reimburses."
Tired? Pre-beverages, distant bolt.
Cab? Pre-booked; us back, him front.
Shots? Pro poses.
Doubt thawed: "Good tech."
End: water to sweat-soaked him. "Thanks trouble."
"No prob sis!" Flattered.
"No next!" Cold.
"Aww sis~"
Unyielding.
Part: hug-whisper: "No more him—uncomfy."
Bye-waves; his fan-blade to her.
No kiss sans him—lip-lack regret.
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Dorm: Wang sweat-reeking, raw-import frenzy.
"Bro, RAWs huge—JPEG/edited soon."
Showered, errands; he sent selects.
Plus NTR pack. Jerk!
His shots stellar—pro beyond me.
Xiuyan more vivid, charms captured.
Forwarded: "Wang's, fresh-edited."
Later: "Tech good, pretty."
Night call: school gossip excited; him editing.
Post-Guangzhou: nightly calls endless, late/sleep-ins, dead phones.
Hung, earmuffs off—his screen glow.
Peek: wanking today's Xiuyan shots.
Annoyed, but sweat-soaked service, laundry basin...
Last time...
Sleepless irritate-scroll: thumbed his NTR novel.
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"Broken windows": tolerate bad, signals impunity, escalates chaos.
My life.
Xiuyan banned; next, Wang popped at meet, gear-ready.
Rage, kicks—meek victim act.
Hand-hold flee? Rubber-stuck tail.
Despise-yell: "Hate you! Far!"
Excuses: photog plea, admirer mercy, helper.
Solo fake-out? Guarded me, sure return.
She stormed back fuming-helpless.
My soft-touch: tolerated.
"Free photog."
Ignored existence...
Wang diligent: care, shots, crowd-block with bulk.
Habit-formed: tolerated.
"Ten paces!"
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We habituated.
His efforts paid.
Less disgust.
Part-kiss caught Aesthetic praise.
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Thus, daily...
Popped, stuck like gum...
Familiarized, integrated seamless...
"Road rock."
Pre-warn: ten paces!
Oath!
Distant watch-love.
True ignore...
Loosened before him: intimacies, cuddles, whispers...
His shots timeless beauties, romances.
Night shares: satisfied.
One day, seaside sunset sands, him trailing.
Gold waves: deep kiss...
Ignored him/shutter...
Skirt-hiked calves splashing play...
Xiuyan angelic allure, seductive.
He tailed close—overstep.
Uncalled; his record good.
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Habituated fully.
Tacit ok: him aboard.
Relaxed kisses sans him.
Pre-brief time/spot, or drag-along.
Oversleep? "Date! Up!"
Lost? Half-hour wait.
Threesome friends; chit-chat her.
Odd harmony.
Post: edits, NTR pack.
Share-discuss prettiest; call to dawn; pre-sleep novel.
Day shoots; night wanks to midnight...
Routine...
Novels seeped: his wanks normalized. Caught? No awk.
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Our bond heated inseparably.
Days dates; nights calls to sleep.
One routine chat.
Wang odd—no wank, sidled: earmuffs off, speaker?
Shake no.
Kneel-daddy: "Once bro!"
Silent; yanked unplugged, speaker on...
Paused, resumed chat.
He: her sweet-talks + beach vid, silk-stroked wank!
Soon shot.
Me hung soon; pre-thrash: "Bro save..."
Cold: "What?"
"I... seem... early leak..." Twist.
Snort-laugh held: "Daily grind? Who else?"
"Wah~" Tears. "Save bro..."
"How?"
"Researched: max tempt, hold-back train."
Motive sniffed: "Want?"
"Sis-worn orig silk..." Lewd-shy fat face.
"Dream on! No!"
Leg-hug beg.
Firm: virtual ok, intimates? Line. Bed-turn.
Ear-nag ignored.
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3AM: snot-tear beg.
4AM: quaking thrashed.
Defenseless mercy-plea.
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Day2: full-day cry-beg. Off-campus? Broke.
Day3: panda: "What endgame?"
Index: "Bro one black silk! Never again! Semester meals mine!"
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Date-end kiss: hugged hesitant whisper: "Silk... for me?" Blush-mess.
Love pure: kisses, back-strokes max. No tongue, chest; her naive too.
Lotus-pure, Gongga-sacred!
Her grace unrepayable—no lust.
Today? For him, intimates.
Flushed but calm: "Wait..." Loo-dash.
Soon: head-low, fist-clenched, skirt bare-legged.
Shoved hand-stuff, fled butterfly-skirt.
"Whew..." Watched vanish, relaxed grip.
"Bro? Got?" Wang slimed up.
"Dorm..." Pocket-clutched like fortune, guarded trek.
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Dorm: instant demand: "Sis gave? Saw! No torture—gimme!"
Wrestle: give changes all.
Pray-hands: "Beg! Pent days for her silk train! Promised—don't welch!"
"When? No promise!" Eye-roll.
"My bad! No promise. Meal-run!" Fled.
Pocket-pat debate.
Back: tray, fawn: "Dinner... Silk?"
Pocket-glance mutual—he knew.
Grab-block tussle, floor-roll...
Strong—he snatched perfumed silk, slumped panting bed-foot.
"Debt cleared." Ice.
Silent; greasy face fevered glow.
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Night: day's pics + NTR pack.
Ignored; fight-fatigue slumber.
Dream: Xiuyan moaning lewd...
Woke rage-scene.
Her pics loop;
Silk-sheathed cock furious pump, blissed;
My phone speaker: her moans gasps...
What?! Bed-leap reckoning—fight!
Alert shush: "Quiet—Xiuyan hear."
Collar-yank fist-clench: "Explain! Her sounds? What did?!"
"Calm—texted script via your phone, read-aloud..." Smirk.
"Dared?!" Thought: "Undetected?"
"Text-only, shy pretext. Voice-help solve... Hesitant ok."
Unmuffed; froze—he sat.
"Brother~ Want your love... Mm..." Max vol, dorm-echo lewd.
Chair-bound: screen-beauty, ear-moans, silk-stroke.
I flailed helpless...
"Brother~ Love you~ Love me, mm..."
Day-goddess now honeyed seduction, dripping moans...
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Moans echoed...
Stuck phrase: pause, brave: "Brother~ Sis pussy itches, ram hard, cum inside... Mm..."
Wang erupted...
Done, shaky: "Brother... voice? Silent unease."
Phone-thrust.
"Xiuyan..." Soft.
Cry-sob: "Brother... First... Needed help—for you. So shameful... Despise?"
Guilt-crush: "Never! Love you always, respect forever! Sacred pure!"
Eased, shy-no tears.
"Brother... comfy?" Self-shame, still cares.
"Very..." Lie.
"Silk... used?" Probe.
"...Yes... Thanks..." Scalded.
"Your joy mine... Love you! Anything!" Deep.
Moved: "Xiuyan... Love you immense! Greatest bliss!"
Chatted calm, soothed; sweet goodnight hung.
Phone-down: fury-pounce, brawl.
Defensive curl-ball roll.
Beat futile, slumped fume-chair.
Ground-peek timid: "Bro, her allure—resistible? Know me. Daily torment, early-leak train. Forgive once."
Sneer: "Long haul no leak."
"Her voice/silk revived—truth!"
"Move out! Cut ties—filth!"
"Nooo bro... Last! Never!" Leg-hug sob-wrong.
Resolve: save her from creep.
Save self!
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Morning mom-call: tough rent-ask.
Dad-gone: solo struggle.
Skimped savings mailed—my comfort.
Dates forgot her toil.
Recall? Guilt-kill immersion.
Mom's scrimps fund dates!
But Xiuyan-goddess erased all!
Her embrace: world owned!
For her...
"Mom..." Stalled; her: "Son, business loan-save? Thoughts?"
"..." No beg. "Support! Classmate feeds. Meals cheap—half saved. Bi-monthly mails?"
Heartache refused; coaxed agree.
Chit-chat hung.
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Face-slap: tough-guy dorm-stuck.
Days mute...
Wang noted meal-skips: packed feasts, cash-slip.
"Why."
"Not you—self-harm fear. Sis heartaches. Owe? Job-repay double."
"…………" Halved cash: dates? Hunger?
"Bros life! Reject? Scorn—toss, disown!" Posture.
Tears silent: break-tie to beggar—humiliation.
Tissue: "Crybaby! Man up! Bro eats, you eat! Rich-share, hard-together! Don't ditch fallen me!"
Took debt...
Poverty chasm clear.
My crisis: his trifle.
Months to grad-job.
Strive riches!
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As if nothing—or changed.
Post-phone-lewd: Xiuyan warmer, seductive eye-expectant.
I knew—respect wait marriage legit.
Wang night-wanks; day-servant to her.
Pro shoots day; NTR+edits night.
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Deeper love, inseparable.
End-hugs linger; kisses flushed heedless him.
No ten-pace.
Shoulder trio-walks.
Her center.
His stray-pig-hand glared back.
Habituated leer, creep, grabs.
Her: unchangeable nature.
Year: disgust>scorn>ignore>habit.
His bills: no AA; fancy feasts norm.
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First cracks easy seconds.
Saw liked-silk date: text-beg kneel-emojis.
Deny? Nag-insomnia.
Retreats...
Escalated:
Night squeeze: speaker calls, her words + used-silk wank;
High silks gifted via me; leg-worn reclaimed;
Bold phone-teases, lewd-read moans for him;
Adds rejected—sus source.
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Finally...
Dream: man hand-her loving-walk; strained peer—Wang!
Woke shock: why dream them?
Why his desecrations mild-irk?
My zero-lust her?
Bewildered...
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Grew NTR-novel fan; nightly read-fantasy sleep.
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Assumed endless—Xiuyan vanished...
Days no-contact: calls fail, WeChat ghost, school absent...
Panicked; told Wang—frantic, threesome miss.
Search: QQ ping—long-dormant Yan Xiujiang...
Yan=Xiuyan? Knew me pre?! Questions flooded.
Later: "Ok wait!" Jacket-grab bolt.
"Drive!" Wang crisp.
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Wang floored luxury, reckless swerve—front-seat terror.
Storm-sky loomed.
Huadu Procuratorate Family Compound: old hood.
Guard ok: parked, Bldg6 hunt.
Loop south: her 3rd-floor balcony, tearful.
"Xiuyan!"
Wave: "Brother~ Here!" Jump-pose panic.
"Wait! Up now!"
Stair-rush 3F, memory-door bang 302.
Wang huffed behind.
Long wait, chain-crack.
Gorgeous mature face stern: "Who?"
Xiuyan's mom? Genes explained.
"Auntie, Li Wei, daughter friend. School-miss, no contact—check." Urgent.
Scan-sneer: "Oh, Li Wei? You seducer?" Venom: "Li scum—scram!"
Door-slam block—foot-crush yelp.
"Auntie true love!" Pain-humble.
Crack-face mock: "True? Price? Love=her pays? Gear hers? Flights hers?"
Flush mute.
Wang grinned keys: "Auntie, I'm her bf. See Porsche Panamera GTS? 2mil—not much. Chat her, we go?"
Appraise nod, taunt-me: "You fit..." Pivot-scorn: "Collude fools? Know her? You two trash."
Mute glance—roles reversed.
Why me-hate?
Opposite yell: "Jump! Suicide!"
Bad: door-pry roar: "Move—enter!"
Slap! Kick! Door-bang as recoiled.
Down-south dash: horror—her balcony-edge, 2F leap try.
"Xiuyan no jump!" Terror-scream.
Wang: "Crazy?!"
Mom window-pound cry-curse: "Jump die! No daughter! ..." Glass-muffle.
Below plead: "Calm—no jump!"
Wang echo.
Mom: "Dad Li-cause gone, you too? No return—disown! ..." Muffle-break.
Xiuyan soft: "You know not their fault..."
Ignored: arms-up balance, barefoot ledge to wall-stable.
Steady-calm: "Brother~ Gongga remember?" Soft: "Back-lifetime vow! Death-grip! Unforgettable... Catch?"
Resolute eyes: decided. Calm.
Target: soft lawn.
Ready, gentle: "Set? Third floor!"
Laugh: "Cliff fearless with you—mere three."
Peak focus, time-slow.
Wang mutter: "Insane!!"
Cloud-rift: sun-pillar on her.
Dull world: gold-limned angel her.
Deep: "Brother~ Ready? Coming~"
Leapt gold-beam...
Focus-freeze...
Gold goddess soared smiling gold-flecks to me.
Mom-screech, Wang-yell: slow-record...
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Instant normal—
Thud!
Gold-silhouette crashed; near-choke, pain-stiff arms max-hold.
Arms snapped-agony, recoil-stagger, collapsed lawn-clutch.
Chest-burst arm-fire: gasp first air.
Her chick-tremble calm slow.
"Brother ok?" Probe-body.
Arm-test serious: "Fine... Off me better..."
Relief-grin coquettish: "Hum pretty thought~ Homeless now—keep me!"
"Yes!"
"Lifetime~!"
"Lifetime!"
Stood, pulled me up.
"Yours now. Li Wei, lifetime—take care of me!" Eyes-locked hand-vow.
"Jiang Xiuyan, lifetime—I'm in your hands!" Eye-serious reply.
Clouds gone: pillar-red clouds candle-candy joy...
Hug-kiss cue: mom broom-charge stair-thud curse: "Wench man-jump? Beat dead or no Su Wan!"
Fierce no-joke.
Wang: "Run! I block aunt!"
Skirt-lift coquettish: "Run—death-threat!" Bare-feet tug-dash.
Behind: Su Wan rage, Wang whack-mercy chaos...
Glance-laugh, world-flee gate-run.
Hand-hold sprint exit crowd street...
Directionless horizon-rush—happy future...