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At school, we pretend as if nothing is wrong, but in our daily lives, we escalate the situation. So from time to time, we give each other a cold look, but we won't panic because of it. This drama, we are interested in acting together, mocking the world.
"Don't block the way, bitch."
She remained silent and tried to walk away, but I held her chin and teased, "This bullying in the eyes of others, only we can see the hidden smiles in each other's eyes."
Really, if I stare at her for a few more seconds, I won't be able to help but burst out laughing. She looks pitiful, but in reality, she's quite mischievous. One time, I was deceived by her quiet and peaceful demeanor at night, only to wake up in the morning and find my hands tied to the bed. I watched as she approached with clothing in hand, until my vision blurred and disappeared, and a few drops of water lightly sprinkled on my face, making it impossible for me to move or breathe.
"You bullied me last night? My sister, who studies medicine, said this seems to be called morning wood."
Damn it, I couldn't help but burst out laughing. Even through the clothing, I could guess the expression on her face. The gentle rabbit suddenly turned into a terrifying hyena.
"The more you are like this, the more I like it."
"Then you have to love me forever."
She sat on top, and I couldn't help but groan. Clearly, she was a petite figure who only reached my shoulders when standing, but at this moment, she had the mischievousness of an older sister. Her slender fingers slowly scratched both sides of her waist, saying that I was as motionless as a dead fish on a cutting board. The heat between my legs spread throughout my body, and she only allowed a little bit to enter at a time. She's too naughty.
"I have to make you understand, you have to cherish me."
I couldn't see, but I could feel being gently shaken, the dry breath carrying the smell of her underwear entering my nostrils like being ridden on the face. Being stirred by her restlessness, the critical pain is pleasurable. She half uncovered my face and dripped a few drops of liquid into my mouth, and through the corner of my eye, I saw that she had also applied something to herself.
"What is that?"
"Do not look!"
She pounced onto the bed and roughly pulled down her underwear, covering her chin more directly than last time. The impact caused a bounce that made me feel a twist there, but I couldn't tell if it was an illusion. Before I could fully feel it, she slid in with a "puchi" sound.
It got hotter, and the blood vessels were pulsating.
"I will die."
I felt deeply exhausted. The covering on my face was pulled open, and as I opened my eyes, I met her sneer, too close. She took in all the air and then exhaled it, making even breathing feel like a pity.
"You are really ugly, it makes me feel sick."
That kind of arrogance is indescribable, but it ignites my desire instantly. She pulled out her fingers that had been playing below and reached into my mouth to explore, the liquid between her fingers forming threads.
"What are you... doing..."
We were both soaked, but the crimson on her face seemed more like a tipsy flush than heat. I wanted to say something, but she seized the opportunity and stuffed my mouth with clothing. For a long time, I was left breathless and helpless.
"Do you really like this move so much?" She raised her head, with a look of a beginner who had just learned a new move and was eager to show it off. She pouted proudly like a hamster. "What's there to be afraid of? If someone finds me dead in bed, my reputation will only be worse than yours."
Without waiting to think, she stood up abruptly, the root slipping out from inside and swaying incessantly, causing a slight pain. I couldn't help but laugh; she actually stepped on it with her foot.
"Darling,"
I couldn't stop laughing.
"You're just one size bigger than me."
She might have been annoyed and stomped a few times (okay, it did hurt a little). Then she got out of bed and put on her clothes.
"Untie me."
"This matter isn't over yet."
The dress was hastily put on, with even the buttons on the top misaligned. After hurriedly finishing, she hurriedly returned to the bed and sat on my chest. Even if she was heavier, I might suffocate to death.
"You always manage to come up with new tricks..."
I muttered, and she lifted the hem of her skirt and pressed it against my neck. One hand tightly held my head, while the other hand was stirring. If the man-eating flower bites my head, will I die?
..
Thinking of these, I see the usual pretense we put on in public, and my love for her becomes even stronger.
"The saying 'knowing someone's face but not their heart' used to make me think that we shouldn't judge a person's character based on their appearance. Now I realize it applies to a much broader range. The gentle and timid rabbit we see during the day is not necessarily the one beneath us, but often the one on top. How much energy is hidden in that small body, and how much about you and me remains unknown? All of these entice me like a tangled spider web.
"Do you know 'One Thousand and One Nights' and 'Aladdin's magic lamp'?"
One night, she was riding on top of him and suddenly leaned in to ask, "It seems like they are all stories of Alibaba, aren't they?" "Actually, 'One Thousand and One Nights' and 'Aladdin's magic lamp' are not related."
"Hmm?"
The wind sketched in from the distant mountains, carrying with it every wisp of the setting sun. Her face was unusually clear, the slight bulge in her lower abdomen, the sweat-drenched strands of hair - this sensation felt less like it was in her body and more like it was in her mind.
It was that pink, truly vital brain, the one that, if lost, would mean death.
Truly,
Truly, that one.
"Arabian Nights" huh...
I only vaguely remember it like this.
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