Daqi suddenly realized that this was the second time his fate had been forced to be chosen. The last time was when he went to a vocational school, and this time it was when he chose Mu Ping!
Qiwen immediately regained her usual liveliness and said, "I've already booked your rooms for today. I'll go and rest first." After saying that, she called a waiter to lead them to their respective rooms. Daqi and Muping refused to move, and in the end, Qiwen practically had to "push" them to their room doors by hand from behind.
Daqi glanced at the room number; it was 305. Qiwen pushed the two of them into the room and closed the door. Before closing the door, she specifically told Daqi, "Daqi, treat your bride well!" Qiwen even had a smile on her face when she said this.
Chapter Fourteen Art Appreciation
Daqi and Muping looked at each other for a moment, then Daqi took her hand and sat down on the edge of the bed in the room. Daqi gently asked Muping, "Ping, where does Wen live?" Ping looked up and sighed before answering, "Next door, room 307. I know Wen is more important to you than I am. You shouldn't be here; you should go to Wen's place."
Then, Mu Ping said, "Da Qi... I... I really didn't know things would turn out like this today."
Section Reading 12
She did it for my sake, maybe I shouldn't have... I shouldn't have..."
Daqi asked urgently, "What shouldn't be done?"
Mu Ping: "I shouldn't have liked...you..."
Mu Ping cried, tears streaming down her face. Da Qi looked at Mu Ping's face, as pale as a pear blossom in the rain, and felt an indescribable pang of heartache. To have Mu Ping's love was a blessing he had accumulated over many lifetimes, and he truly didn't want her to suffer any harm. As a man, having come to this room, he had no reason to leave; as a man, he couldn't let his beloved Ping be hurt. He would keep Wen forever in his heart…
Daqi gently pulled Ping into his arms. Ping tried to break free, but Daqi held her tightly. He whispered in her ear, "Ping, you don't understand me. I admit I've liked you for a long time." Hearing this, Ping gradually stopped struggling to escape Daqi's embrace. She quieted down and softly asked, "What? Didn't you ever like Wen...? I always felt you treated her better than you treated me..."
Daqi didn't want to answer anymore. He had already decided to cherish Wen in his heart; he didn't want to lose Ping as well. At this moment, a man's decisiveness was needed, otherwise he wouldn't even get his beloved!
He kissed Ping passionately. Ping didn't struggle, but her whole body trembled as if she'd been electrocuted. She tried to turn her head away, but when she turned to the left, Daqi "chaseed" her with a kiss to the left; when she turned to the right, Daqi "chaseed" her with a kiss to the right. After several rounds of this, Ping slowly calmed down and stopped turning her head. Because she knew she could never escape Daqi's love.
Seeing that Ping was no longer turning her head, Daqi changed his tight embrace to a gentle hold. Of course, he didn't stop kissing her. At first, Ping kept her lips tightly closed, letting Daqi's tongue "explore" outside her mouth, but gradually, she didn't know why, she relaxed her mouth. The moment Ping's mouth relaxed, Daqi's tongue took advantage of the opening. Now his tongue completely conquered Ping's territory. As the victor who conquered the territory, he simply gently "explored" Ping's mouth. Explored her smooth tongue, clean teeth, and fragrant lips. After "exploring" for a while, Daqi's hands, which had been gently holding Ping, began to caress her fragrant shoulders. Soon, his hands "went south" along her shoulders, climbing up the not-so-proud breasts of this tall girl. Ping seemed to accept Daqi's actions and gradually responded to him, after all, Daqi's kiss made her feel warm and comfortable. Seeing the girl's response, Daqi felt a surge of pleasure. His hands, climbing up her breasts, gradually applied different pressures to control them. Sometimes his hands tightened, sometimes relaxed, causing the girl, her eyes closed, to involuntarily gasp softly. "Since she loves me, I'll give her my love," Daqi thought.
Daqi no longer had any scruples; he suddenly stopped everything. Ping, unaware of what was happening, was about to open her eyes to see what was going on. But then, Daqi unzipped her skirt… Knowing what was about to happen, she quickly closed her eyes again. After Daqi unzipped her skirt, her fair back was immediately revealed. Upon seeing this beautiful back, Daqi's lust flared. He quickly transformed Ping into a "Venus goddess."
Calling Ping the goddess Venus wouldn't be an exaggeration. Her skin was flawlessly white, her arms slender, and her legs, however long they could be, were perfectly straight. Her feet were arched, and all ten toes appeared exquisitely delicate and spirited. Daqi had always harbored a fascination with models. He greatly admired their slender figures, perhaps because he himself wasn't tall? But what did it matter if he wasn't tall? Right now, wasn't he thoroughly admiring a female model much taller than himself? She was one of the most beautiful female models in the entire Binhai Province!
After transforming Ping into the goddess Venus, he gently laid her flat in the center of the large bed. He carefully admired the goddess's long, slender legs; they were absolutely the most beautiful long legs in the world, a true work of art. These beautiful legs were far longer than those of an average woman, yet they were flawless, lifelike, white, and delicate jade legs! Daqi picked up this work of art and carefully examined it with his palms. At the same time, he also slowly removed his own clothing. At this moment, Mu Ping simply closed her bright eyes, allowing Daqi to admire and explore her. Clearly, the incomparably beautiful girl greatly enjoyed Daqi's methods.
Daqi was an experienced man after all; he knew he needed the woman before him, and she needed him too. He slowly lowered himself onto her body and parted her legs, which were arguably the most beautiful in the world. Ping slowly opened her eyes and whispered, "No...no..." But it was all in vain.
"Ah!" the woman exclaimed suddenly, realizing that the man before her had taken her virginity with his mouth. Daqi explored the woman's breasts—not large, but delicately perky, incredibly cute and alluring—with his tongue, as if searching for some treasure. Though the woman closed her eyes, her features were already disoriented.
After ample foreplay, Daqi truly possessed the woman's body. At that moment of actual possession, a soft moan escaped her throat. Daqi treated his beloved Ping with utmost tenderness. He cherished this true work of art before him.
Daqi finally became Ping's man. After a tender and passionate encounter, Ping simply closed her eyes and held Daqi tightly. Daqi picked up this work of art that belonged only to him and took her into the bathroom. He gently placed Ping in the tub and began to wash her. Ping had already opened her eyes, but she was no longer as shy as before. After a while, she also began to wash Daqi, but she still didn't have the courage to wash his masculine symbol. Watching Ping gently wash him, Daqi felt a deep sense of joy and fulfillment as a man. He also stepped into the tub, turned Ping over, and began to wash her incredibly smooth and beautiful back. The skin he touched was so smooth and delicate.
After showering and drying each other, they lay down on the large bed in the room. Daqi held Ping, feeling an emptiness in his heart. Although he was grateful to have Ping, this incredibly beautiful and pure woman, he couldn't feel happy. Was it because of Wen? It probably was. He vowed to love Ping dearly and be willing to give everything for her. But he would do anything for Wen as well. He admitted that Wen was an irreplaceable "fairy" in his heart, and he would respect all her decisions! At this moment, Daqi's heart was preoccupied with Wen…
Before he knew it, Ping had rested her head on Daqi's chest, and he felt a surge of pride as a man. He gently stroked her hair, and the two chatted like that.
Ping: "Qi, let me tell you, Wen will fall into your arms sooner or later. If that happens, will you still treat me this well?"
Daqi laughed and said, "Ping, she has a very strong personality, no way. What nonsense are you talking about? Actually, I have always loved you, and no matter what happens in the future, you will always be my wife."
Ping: "No matter what, you have to treat Wen well. Can you promise me that?"
Daqi nodded and said, "Yes! I will treat her like my own sister."
Ping added, "My intuition tells me that she will always be yours."
Daqi: "Alright, Ping, stop talking nonsense."
Ping: "Trust a woman's intuition, you must believe it! Actually, even if she were with you, I wouldn't mind. You don't know what she looked like when she was unconscious that day..."
Daqi: "What's wrong with her?"
Ping: "She's talking nonsense, calling for her parents one minute and your name the next! It's clear how important you are to her..."
Daqi said gently, "Okay, that's enough. Anyway, I will love you very much! I will treat her well, and we'll talk about what happens in the future later."
Looking at Ping, who was nestled against him like a little bird, Daqi was filled with boundless gratitude. He was grateful for Ping's gentleness and generosity. After gratitude, he was filled with endless emotions. Heaven had been too good to him, allowing two such beautiful women to fall in love with him at the same time. But he felt more lost than anything else, because he might lose Wen forever... because her personality was too strong; how could she tolerate her man having another woman?
The two fell asleep in each other's arms.
The next day, Daqi woke up first. He looked at the naked artwork lying beside him—Ping. Ping was asleep. Daqi lifted the blanket off Ping and slowly examined this work of art. Her skin was as white as snow, her hands and feet were slender, and her shoulders were delicate and beautiful. Together, they formed the most beautiful work of art.
Daqi gently flipped Ping over, turning her face up. The smooth, soft curves of her body stretched from her fair neck down to her shapely buttocks, and then continued down to her long, slender legs. Even her small feet blended perfectly into the smooth, soft curves of her body. Daqi was a man; how could he not react to such elegant human art?
He gently leaned against the woman's back, kissing her fair neck, then moving down her smooth back. Next came her shapely, beautiful buttocks, and then her long, slender legs. As Daqi busied himself on Ping's back, she gradually awoke. But she didn't stop the man's tenderness behind her; she deeply felt the happiness of being a woman. She simply closed her eyes and fully enjoyed it, when suddenly she cried out. It turned out that Daqi was kissing her most precious place, a place a woman could cherish. She was puzzled as to why he could kiss there. However, she felt comfortable and at ease, so she let him be. Because the man behind her was always right, and she would always listen to him. He had long since taken control of her thoughts and values, so she let him be! Therefore, Ping simply enjoyed the moment quietly, without stopping Daqi's tenderness in the slightest.
After tenderly caressing the woman from behind, Daqi mounted this work of art from behind. His movements gradually increased in speed, ignoring Ping's cries and screams. He understood that her cries weren't rejection, but acceptance. At the height of their ecstasy, Daqi instructed the woman to change from a prone position to kneeling on the bed. The woman obediently followed his instructions, but her cries and moans never ceased. This was the feeling Daqi craved—the feeling of being completely in control of the woman. This domination of a beautiful, lifelike model a head taller than himself brought Daqi immense pleasure and a sense of accomplishment!
After a long period of domination, Daqi finally collapsed onto the artwork, too exhausted to move, only panting heavily...
Just then, someone knocked on the door. Ping quickly said it must be Wen. She said, "Wait a minute!" She gestured to Daqi to get dressed quickly, and then hurriedly put on her own clothes. After Ping finished dressing, she opened the door. It really was Wen. Wen came in and said with a smile, "Bride and groom, let's take a walk around the resort and enjoy the seaside scenery this morning, and then go back to school this afternoon!" Daqi and Muping both nodded in agreement.
Daqi was surprised that Wen seemed completely unaffected. She had been chatting and laughing all morning, and always held hands with Ping. Daqi could only follow behind the two beauties, feeling almost superfluous. "Sigh, women are so unpredictable!" Daqi couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
After enjoying the beautiful seaside scenery, the three returned to school.
Chapter Fifteen: Sofa Spring Play
A new week began. After class, Daqi had lunch with Muping at the school cafeteria, then kissed Ping goodbye and took the bus to Qianru's house. He needed to tutor Xiaojiajia that evening. But he wanted to get to Qianru's house early because he missed the beautiful and sexy Qianru. He called to confirm that Qianru was home and hadn't gone to work before setting off.
As soon as Daqi entered Qianru's house, he hugged her tightly. Qianru was wearing a red suit, a black skirt, and red high heels, looking incredibly sexy. Her face was lightly made up, her smile was sweet, and her almond-shaped eyes were absolutely captivating.
They kissed passionately, and Daqi complimented Qianru between kisses: "Sister, you look so beautiful today!"
Qianru gently poked Daqi's nose with her delicate little finger and said in a teasing voice, "You little rascal, you're just trying to make your older sister happy!"
Daqi laughed and said, "How could I dare to flatter you, sister? It's the truth! You're kind, generous, and incredibly beautiful. You could make many men dream of you. You're just too outstanding!"
Qianru laughed happily, "I'm used to people saying that all the time, but some of it is just flattery. After all, I'm 30 now, and I'm getting old and losing my looks. That's why my husband doesn't want me anymore. Little brother, I want you to tell me the truth. Don't you really think your sister is getting old?"
Daqi immediately swore an oath to the heavens, a vow from the bottom of his heart: "You're not old at all, I truly love you, sister! Most eighteen or nineteen-year-old girls can't compare to you. As for your husband ignoring you, I'm sure he abandoned you for his own career. Your husband must be incredibly handsome! Someone else snatched him away..."
Daqi was indeed speaking from the heart. In terms of beauty, aside from Qiwen, Meiting, and Muping, he hadn't encountered any woman more beautiful than Qianru. Of course, a young girl and a young woman cannot be compared. A beautiful young girl is like a flower, tempting one to smell it, while a beautiful young woman is like a ripe fruit, tempting one to taste it. A young woman's sexy charm or mature allure is something a young girl can never possess. Charm, especially allure, is a unique quality cultivated through the passage of time and experience. As for Daqi's deduction that Qianru's husband is very handsome, that was entirely a deduction based on his exceptional talent.
Upon hearing this, Qianru stared wide-eyed at Daqi and exclaimed, "Little brother, amazing! Amazing! You can even judge people from thin air! I never imagined you possessed such profound insight at such a young age. I should have known your wisdom was extraordinary, but because you're such a good person, I didn't pay much attention. You're destined for a bright future! To be honest, my husband is indeed incredibly handsome. When we got married, many people were envious. They said we were a perfect match, a union of Pan An and Xi Shi. Back then, I felt like the happiest person in the world, but now..."
Daqi immediately interrupted Qianru, afraid she would be upset again: "What wisdom? Bullshit. I just read a few more books when I was young. As for my future, although I'm not a pessimistic person, I really dare not say that I have any future."
Qianru took Daqi's hand and sat down on the sofa in the living room to continue their conversation. Since Jiajia was still at school, it was just the two of them alone in the house. Qianru rested her head on Daqi's shoulder. Daqi teased and stroked Qianru as they talked, occasionally kissing her forehead, nose, and lips. All of this, in Daqi's eyes, was arousing.
Qianru said, "Whether you have a future or not, little brother, you're still young, it's hard to say. You have to believe in fate. I used to not believe in fate at all. I'm pretty, I was the school beauty from middle school to university. After graduation, I was assigned to the provincial environmental protection bureau, where I was the darling of everyone. My dead husband was chasing after me every day. I thought he was quite handsome, and his father was a high-ranking official in the province. He never dared to say no to me, so I reluctantly agreed to marry him. But ever since he was seduced by that bitch, I've started to believe in fate. To be honest, that bitch is inferior to me in every way, she only got together with that bitch because her uncle is a leader in the Organization Department of the Central Committee. My dead husband must be after a higher official position to be with that bitch. Maybe my husband and I are destined to be apart in this life... Little brother, you're still young, no one can predict the future, don't be too pessimistic!"
Qianru's words made Daqi feel very close to her.
Section Reading 13
Warmth... it seemed his mother had said the same thing during his most disheartening times. Daqi thought to himself that a woman like Qianru was truly a beauty; her words always sounded so pleasant and comforting. He was incredibly lucky to have won her favor, so why lament his bad luck? Besides, fate is for one lifetime; he should live well today first. Wasn't he holding such a beauty in his arms right now? What was he waiting for?
Daqi nodded to Qianru, indicating that he wouldn't be discouraged about his future. But at this moment, he only had one thing to do: to fully enjoy the unexpected good fortune that the stunning young woman Qianru in his arms was bringing him. He was always very confident with Qianru, even though she was an official's wife and came from a high-ranking family.
Daqi lifted Qianru onto his lap and kissed her passionately. Qianru responded just as fervently. As he kissed her, Daqi unbuttoned her suit jacket, shirt, and corset, but left the jacket and shirt on. Her large, round, and firm breasts burst forth, standing proudly before Daqi. Daqi used every trick in the book: grasping, kneading, rubbing, and even his lips. He sucked hard on the nipples. While sucking, he removed the thin fabric under her black skirt. He then directly stroked her breasts with his hand.
As Daqi attacked several vital parts of the woman's body, she couldn't help but moan and groan, completely lost in the moment. After teasing her for a while, Daqi whispered in the woman's ear, "It's your turn to serve me."
Upon hearing this, the woman cast a seductive glance at Daqi with her captivating phoenix eyes and said with extreme allure, "Yes, sir," before kneeling on the floor before him. She skillfully used her hands to restore Daqi's virility. Then, the woman lowered her proud head and began to service Daqi's masculine pride with her sensual mouth and hands. But her phoenix eyes never left Daqi's gaze for a moment.
As the conqueror of this exquisite woman, Daqi only needed to sit back and enjoy her service. He would sometimes offer her specific advice, but her experience was invaluable; she knew exactly how to use her lips and tongue, when to apply pressure, and which parts to focus on. Daqi looked at the woman kneeling before him, serving him: her incomparably beautiful face, her large breasts peeking out from under her red coat, and her long, voluptuous legs beneath her black skirt. All of this told Daqi that, as the conqueror, he was now enjoying the willing hospitality of his conquered.
Although the woman was experienced and didn't need much guidance from Daqi, as a man who had completely conquered her, he occasionally had to give her instructions. For example, sometimes he told her to move faster, and sometimes he told her to move slower. The woman always complied with Daqi's instructions.
Seeing such a stunningly beautiful woman, a high-ranking official's daughter, serving him so devotedly and wholeheartedly, Daqi not only enjoyed the extreme thrill of conquest, but he also had every reason to believe that although he was currently penniless, he would surely have a bright future in the near future! Because a beautiful woman's adoration of a man is a man's greatest source of confidence!
Qianru's gaze, which had always been one of adoration as she looked up at Daqi, now seemed more like a plea. But she didn't stop serving him. Daqi ignored her; he hadn't yet had his fill of the woman's service. Only when the woman's movements gradually slowed, her eyes looking at Daqi with almost pity, and tears welling in them, did Daqi nod and order her to stop.
The woman gazed at Daqi with immense gratitude, still kneeling and awaiting his next instructions.
Daqi picked up the woman and laid her flat on the sofa. The woman said, "Little brother, you are too strong. After so long, you are still..." She looked at Daqi's "masculine dignity" in surprise.
Tong Daqi smiled mysteriously. As the woman's conqueror, he certainly possessed real skills and was strong. Under the bright lights of the living room, he rode the woman on the soft, comfortable sofa with abandon. The woman kept squinting her eyes and moaning ecstatically, her mouth uttering a thousand words.
Daqi suddenly had a whimsical idea: he wanted the woman to call him "brother." The woman was taken aback and remained silent. But Daqi pressed on, until she even called him "Mom" and "Dad." Then, Daqi again insisted she call him "brother." The woman, no longer caring about anything else, kept shouting "brother!" repeatedly. Daqi seized the opportunity and formally gave the woman an order: from now on, whenever they were alone together, she must call him "brother," but when they were out, she could call him "younger brother." The woman nodded repeatedly in agreement.
Seeing that the woman obeyed his commands, Daqi embraced her and lay down on the sofa in a woman-on-top position. He told the woman to rock herself, and she closed her eyes and wildly twisted her waist, uttering various incomprehensible words. Daqi, on the other hand, thoroughly enjoyed the woman's heaving breasts.
Finally, Daqi asked the woman to assume a crawling position on the sofa so he could attack her from behind. This position gave Daqi the greatest sense of accomplishment. He moved the woman, sometimes slowly, sometimes quickly. When he got carried away, he even lightly slapped the woman's buttocks. This made the entire quiet living room resound with crisp "slap-slap" sounds. The woman shook her head frantically, screaming and yelling. Daqi, on the other hand, thoroughly enjoyed the undulating waves of the woman's breasts and buttocks.
The two continued to frolic like this until Daqi was completely satisfied. Daqi lay sprawled on the woman's snow-white back, and the woman silently endured it for a while. Only then did Daqi dismount, marking the end of a great battle.
After they showered each other in the bathroom, Daqi was about to get dressed when Qianru stopped him and led him to her bedroom. At that moment, neither of them possessed any belongings.
Chapter Sixteen: Bedroom Romantic Blessings
Upon entering the bedroom, Daqi noticed an extra computer. Qianru said, "Little brother..." Daqi glared at Qianru, but Qianru, being a clever woman, immediately smiled and said, "From now on, can I call you 'little brother'? After all, I'm a few years older than you. Can't you even give me this much dignity?" Daqi nodded and smiled in agreement. Qianru then turned on the computer and had Daqi sit in the chair, while she sat on his lap.
Qianru: "Little brother, have you ever been online?"
Daqi had only heard of the internet because a recent article in the Reference News titled "The Internet is Changing the Lifestyle of Every American" had been published. Daqi knew about it, but it wasn't widespread in China at the time, and he had no real experience with it.
Daqi: "Sister, I've never used it. But I know that it can be used to learn, access information, contact friends, and even shop, like on Amazon."
Qianru: "You're so smart. I only recently learned about this. I'd never even heard of the internet before. This computer and internet are really great; they help me pass the time when I'm bored at home alone." Suddenly, she smiled mysteriously and said, "I'll show you something good."
Qianru moved the mouse and clicked a few times, while Daqi watched curiously. His hand, as usual, grasped and gently stroked Qianru's large, round breasts. He saw that adult pictures appeared on the screen, both men and women naked, in all sorts of positions. Daqi found it quite amusing. He had heard people say that you could browse adult websites online, and now he was seeing it for himself.
Qianru: "In the future, we can appreciate it more."
Daqi: "Sister, these things are beautiful and attractive, but they're not new. Ancient Chinese erotic culture was already highly developed. Leaving aside medicine, most people today don't understand this as well as the ancients." Daqi smiled after saying this. Indeed, many people are now afraid to talk about sex, and education tries to avoid this topic. Daqi recalled her physiology and hygiene classes in middle school; schools couldn't systematically teach students this kind of knowledge. She had read many so-called forbidden books since childhood, such as *The Embroidered Bed History*, *Peach Blossom Shadow*, *The Story of Ruyi Jun*, and *The Erotic History of Zhaoyang*, as well as some books still banned today, such as *The Classic of the Plain Girl*. Therefore, Daqi was confident that her understanding of that subject far surpassed that of the average person.
Qianru laughed loudly after hearing this, "Little brother, impressive! You really know a lot. Let me ask you, do you believe in fortune telling? There's a lot of information about it online." Qianru then clicked on a website and asked Daqi, "Little brother, what's your birthday?" Daqi gave Qianru his birthday. Qianru entered Daqi's birthday into the computer, and several web pages discussing Daqi's destiny appeared on the screen. After reading them, Daqi said to Qianru, "This won't work. I think the calculations on the computer are too superficial. Much more superficial than what I read in books before. The elders in my hometown say that there are truly skilled fortune tellers, but not many. Most are frauds, so sister, don't believe too much in online fortune telling. Destiny is something you can control yourself."
Qianru pretended to be angry after hearing this, then sighed, "Hey, you think you know everything. This Saturday, my good friend invited a fortune teller to my house to tell my fortune. I've said before that ever since my husband left this family, I've believed in fate! My good friend said this fortune teller is very accurate, and if he's wrong, he doesn't charge me. So I said, 'Let's invite that fortune teller to take a look. I'll also ask him to take a look at yours. Just take it as a joke, you have to come!'"
Daqi: "Sister, then I'll come and see for myself, and also check this fortune teller's credentials to see if he's a fraud."