The next morning, the sun rose in the east.
Li Yun hadn't slept well last night. His mind kept going over the beautiful body of Lin Yixin. He dreamed about their first time, making passionate love in his dream.
Li Yun cupped Lin Yixin's face and kissed her lips. The kiss seemed to last forever, as if time and space had stopped. It felt like they were the only two people in the world.
Lin Yixin was inexperienced at kissing, but Li Yun coaxed her with his tongue. Slowly, she opened her mouth and responded with her tongue.
Li Yun's hands slowly moved to Lin Yixin's back, unfastening the buttons on her blouse and taking it off. He carried her straight into her bedroom.
His kisses gradually moved from her cherry-red lips to her snowy white neck, inching lower and lower. Finally, Li Yun gently took her firm, full breasts into his mouth, and Lin Yixin let out moans of pleasure. "Yun, kiss me more. I want you..."
At that moment, Li Yun's hand slid down to Lin Yixin's lower body, feeling her through her jeans. But he wanted more, so he took off her pants.
What he saw was a perfect body—high, full breasts, a flat, smooth stomach, and shapely, long legs.
Li Yun's hand moved inside her panties. She was already wet, and he guided himself in, feeling the thin membrane. He softly said to Lin Yixin, "Don't be afraid. I'll be gentle."
Lin Yixin nodded firmly. "I'm not scared. Go ahead."
With Lin Yixin's encouragement, Li Yun slowly entered her body.
"Ah... Yun... it hurts..."
As Li Yun's penis penetrated her, Lin Yixin felt an intense, tearing pain. Li Yun massaged, touched, licked, and kissed her full, white breasts to help ease the pain. Gradually, more moisture built up inside her, and Li Yun began to move slowly.
"Ooh... ah... ooh... ouch... mmm..."
As she moaned, Lin Yixin reached her first orgasm, her body convulsing as if electrified. Her eyelids fluttered, and a surge of fluid washed over Li Yun's shaft.
Seeing this, Li Yun increased the intensity of his thrusts, pounding into her womb...
But just as his desire was about to climax, Li Yun saw that Lin Yixin in his arms had suddenly turned into Su Yuya...
Hesitating for a moment, Li Yun gently pushed the door open. Su Yuya was curled up on the bed, her hair draped over her smooth, white shoulders. Since she wasn't moving at all, her hair looked like thin, black wires, motionless in the light and shadow of the room.
Su Yuya's face was still fair and delicate, with a faint pink hue, just like her shoulders. Li Yun couldn't help but swallow hard, moistening his throat, which felt like it was on fire. He glanced at Su Yuya's body sprawled on the couch and continued the fantasy he had started in the bathroom yesterday.
The black nightgown was too revealing, showing a glimpse of her small, smooth navel. Her waist was slender, expanding slightly at the hips, and her buttocks and thighs formed a perfect curve. Between her legs, the sparse, soft pubic hair transitioned from brown to white. Her chest was even more impressive, firm and perky without a bra.
Li Yun tiptoed back and closed the door.
In the bathroom, Li Yun, full of youthful vigor, could almost hear his pounding heartbeat and the rush of blood in his veins. He rummaged through the wicker basket of dirty clothes like he was uncovering a treasure, searching for the purple, narrow lace panties Su Yuya had worn.
Holding the tiny piece of fabric that had once covered Su Yuya's most intimate parts, Li Yun was ecstatic. The panties were crumpled in his rough hand like a flower petal. His eyes grew moist with shame under the light, his lips parted and closed with heavy breaths, and his legs trembled with pleasure.
He brought the panties to his nose, closed his eyes, and inhaled deeply. He stuck out his tongue, tasting a faintly sweet, metallic sadness—the most genuine flavor of her body.
Taking off his pants, Li Yun placed the panties over his crotch. The silky fabric gently rubbed against his desire, and he let out his white liquid onto the white tiles...
Time flew by, and seven days passed.
"Bang bang bang..."
A storm-like, intense knocking on the door woke up the sleeping Li Yun. The sturdy wooden door seemed like a small boat in a storm under the force of the knocker.
"Damn it, who the hell has too much energy to digest and comes to knock on my door this early?" Li Yun cursed in his mind. He had played Counter-Strike until three in the morning yesterday and was now extremely sleepy. He pulled the blanket over his head, ignoring the person outside.
The knocker wasn't Su Yuya. As for who it was, Li Yun didn't care. He just wanted to sleep.
"Open the door, hurry up, Yun. If you're not dead, say something..."
Accompanying the forceful knocking was the voice of his college roommate, Ma Kai.
"How come this guy has time to come to my place today?" Although Li Yun was extremely reluctant to get up, he still crawled out of bed and opened the door to let him in.
Li Yun rubbed his sleepy eyes and mumbled, "Don't you have to be with your girlfriends?"
"Come on! How could you forget? There's a job fair at school today. Our company is going too. I just happened to be passing by and thought I'd stop by..."
As he spoke, Ma Kai walked into the room without being invited. Suddenly, he stopped and pointed at Li Yun, puzzled. "What's wrong with you? Why do you look like this?"
"What are you shouting about? What's wrong with me?"
Li Yun was impatient. "Do you want me to punch you?"
Actions speak louder than words. Ma Kai dragged the staggering Li Yun to the dressing table mirror that belonged to Lin Yixin.
Li Yun stood in front of the mirror, his face turning pale. He almost didn't recognize himself. His hair was a mess, like a bird's nest. His beard was overgrown, covering his jaw and cheeks like weeds. His eyes were lifeless, as if he had been seriously ill.
Speechless, tears streamed down his face.
Lin Yixin had been gone for a week, and Li Yun looked like he had aged ten years.
After returning from Su Yuya's house that day, Li Yun had been heartbroken and hadn't left his room since. He stayed at home, playing video games day and night. He ate instant noodles when he was hungry and only slept when he couldn't keep his eyes open.
Only by numbing himself this way could he forget the pain. During this week, he slept no more than four hours a day.
"Yun, what happened to you?"
Seeing Li Yun cry, Ma Kai was also at a loss and quickly said, "Where's Yixin? She's not here to take care of you, and you're in this state..."
Li Yun calmly wiped away his tears and said indifferently, "We broke up. She left with Liu Bin."
"What?"
Ma Kai's face showed surprise, and he shook his head and shouted, "She left with that jerk Liu Bin? Tell me, did you do something to hurt her?"
Ma Kai's words brought back memories of Lin Yixin's departure, and Li Yun's eyes flashed with madness. He shouted, "I didn't."
He threw a heavy punch at the dressing table. With a "bang," the sturdy surface shattered, and countless spider-web-like cracks spread out.
Startled by Li Yun's roar, Ma Kai took a step back and looked at his usually gentle friend in surprise. He had never seen him lose control like this, not even in a fight.
"Alright, alright, I was wrong," Ma Kai coughed and quickly changed the subject. "Hurry up and get ready. The job fair starts at ten, and it's already past nine."
Li Yun inexplicably felt a wave of annoyance and said impatiently, "No, I'm not going. I don't want to go anywhere right now..."
Ma Kai opened his mouth to say something, but ended up saying nothing. He sighed and whispered, "Forget it. The job fair lasts for three days, so it doesn't matter if you miss today. If you want, I..."
Li Yun shook his head firmly, and Ma Kai shrugged, accepting the somewhat disappointing but understandable outcome.
Ma Kai's dad owned a big company, and with him being the company heir, it wouldn't be hard to get a well-paying, easy job. But Li Yun refused.
When Li Yun, standing in front of the dressing table, lost in thought, came to his senses, Ma Kai had left without him.
He walked into the bathroom, and when he came out, he was a completely different person.
Standing at six feet tall, with a handsome and strong face, deep black eyes, and a muscular build, Li Yun had a well-defined six-pack and long legs that seemed to hold endless energy.
Looking at the almost shattered dressing table, Li Yun knew that his "Fist Scripture," which had been stagnant for two years, had finally broken through the bottleneck and reached the second level.