033｜(Thirty-two) Entropy increase micro h

"It would be best if it broke." Xie Qingyan couldn't be happier.

"Then how will you handle the kitten?" he asked seriously.

The boy's voice, which was originally clear and pure, became unusually deep and hoarse due to the influence of lust, accompanied by heavy breathing, echoing in the quiet night.

It tempts people without reason.

"You still want to fuck me—" Xie Qingyan raised his voice, furious. Had she agreed? He was really delusional.

"Doesn't the kitten want me to fuck her?"

Su Xingmao honestly said, "But I want to make love to you."

I really want to... I've always wanted to.

And from a certain day onwards, it continued to increase.

"But I want to make love to you."

Xie Qingyan truly thought he had gone mad.

How can someone utter such absurd words in such a bland and serious tone? It's practically a black silent film.

She was speechless. She tightened her grip, and with a little more force, she heard him pant. Her gaze swept upwards, and she noticed that even his ears were red, yet he could still pretend to be serious.

"Are you enjoying it?" she asked fiercely.

Su Xingmao groaned, his breath coming in short gasps, and answered with a single word: "Awesome."

Her hands were soft, boneless, with smooth, slippery skin and fleshy palms. When she held his penis, he had to try his best to control himself and resist the urge to lift his hips and thrust his penis hard into her palms, hurting her.

"The kitten is amazing."

"I had a really good time playing this."

How could it be comfortable? I was clearly trying to ruin him, but it backfired and made him feel good instead.

That was a huge miscalculation.

Xie Qingyan realized that, compared to her, Su Xingmao had little sense of shame.

"Can I touch it?"

He had a natural frankness in the face of desire, and even took the initiative to order her to comfort him.

Should she learn from him?

She thought again, Su Xingmao usually appears dignified and unapproachable, but in reality he's shameless. She doesn't want to be like him.

Why should I listen to you?

Xie Qingyan held his lifeline in her hands, displaying an air of wanting to turn the tables and take control. She began to act arrogantly and defiantly.

Su Xingmao wanted her to touch him somewhere, but she refused. Her fingers circled around his shaft, her hand light and not gripping tightly, just teasing him and not giving him a proper squeeze. She listened to his breathing rise and fall, keeping him on his toes.

"Kitten." So hoarse.

He let out a few short, labored breaths.

"Hurry up." Su Xingmao's eyes were dark, and he held back his anger.

"No way." She grinned.

"Can you hold me tighter?" A compromise.

With a slight smile, he uttered, "No."

She bent two fingers and flicked them towards the pouch.

Su Xingmao's body trembled violently, and his eyes reddened. He couldn't stand her teasing behavior any longer, so he became even more impolite and grabbed her hand like an iron clamp, interlocking his fingers. He then guided her movements, suddenly accelerating the speed as he gripped and slid her hand from bottom to top.

"Sorry," he hissed, his breath steaming and mist rising onto her face, swirling with the bathroom's steam. His jawline was taut, and a bead of sweat hung precariously from the bridge of his nose.

More pre-ejaculate gushed out. He gripped her hand tightly, rubbing the wetness from the tip of his penis against his palm until it felt hot. His already burning penis became even hotter with this movement, almost scalding. Xie Qingyan could no longer shake off this hot potato.

"The kitten is too slow."

The genitals bounced in her palm, the metacarpal bones striking the testicles, the splashing sound of the water was incredibly clear.

Su Xingmao's face was as red as rouge, and the skin beneath his eyes was a vibrant red like holly. His eyes, like stars reflected in water, shimmered brightly. He was slightly squinting, his expression one of enjoyment, yet his brows furrowed in pain.

"Mmm..." Su Xingmao's chest heaved, his waist and abdomen were out of control. He grabbed her hand, made an O-shape, and kept thrusting and rubbing upwards, like having sex. The sound of water was lewd, and he made her tiger's mouth turn a deep red.

Xie Qingyan was dumbfounded. It was more like he was fucking her hand than her playing with it. His genitals were rampaging, hitting her palm with uncontrolled, hard, and violent force, one after another, as if trying to poke a hole and sink into her flesh. Foam was all stuck in her knuckles.

The visual impact is indescribable.

Xie Qingyan was stunned, and Su Xingmao gripped her fingers so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

As the penis moved in and out of her palm, slapping and striking, her tiger's mouth became red, swollen, and burning with itchy pain.

"Hurry up, I'm exhausted!" Her hands were sore and numb, and her bones felt weak. If he hadn't been supporting her, she wouldn't have had the strength to lift her up.

"Who is the kitten meowing?" But he wasn't in a hurry; he had a half-smile on his face.

Deliberately slow down your movements and clap your hands at a leisurely pace.

hateful……

Xie Qingyan was filled with regret. He harbored a desire for revenge, while she was on the verge of tears, helpless: "Master... hurry up."

"Hurry up about what?" The tone was hooked, with an upward inflection at the end.

Xie Qingyan, unable to bear it any longer, said: "Hurry up and shoot."

He was very patient: "Little cat, please say it in more complete form."

"Master... hurry, shoot it into the kitten—" Her wrists were so tired that she could barely finish the sentence, which was as difficult as taking her life.

"Great!"

He praised her as her head was gently stroked.

"The kitten is so smart."

Xie Qingyan glared at him angrily, while Su Xingmao was also staring at her. When their eyes met, his gaze was intense. The thin ice floating in his eyes melted away, leaving only an inextinguishable fire.

He exhaled a long breath until his brain went blank, his reason collapsed, and his penis twitched.

His brows relaxed slightly, and in an instant, desire erupted.

Sweat dripped down her wrists, rolling down her skin and disappearing into the water.

Thick, white semen gushed from the tip of her penis, spraying onto her collarbone and cheeks in waves. A faint, sandalwood-like scent lingered in the air.

Finally, she added, "I had so much fun playing with the kitten."

His thin lips curved into a slight smile, a very subtle one.

Su Xingmao bent down and wiped her face clean with his fingertips. "How about you shoot for the kitten from now on?"

He's dreaming! Xie Qingyan refused decisively. The word "no" stuck in her throat. Su Xingmao had already locked her jaw, bent down and approached her, speaking in a gentle tone that left no room for refusal: "Little cat, you have to say yes."

“…Okay.” She bit her lip.

Su Xingmao still wouldn't let go, nor would he speak again. He straightened up, calmly gazing at her as if waiting for something, his fingers digging harder and harder. The gentle teaching session was over. He had patiently pried open her sense of shame little by little, and now he was ready to see the results, waiting for her to willingly walk into his trap and tell him her lewd and obscene words.

“…Master, from now on, you will…shoot for the kitten.” Xie Qingyan’s eyelashes trembled as if they were flying. Only after she said the words did she relax her body with a sigh of relief.

"Good girl." The boy cupped her face and kissed her lips with a warm, wet kiss: "I'll ejaculate all my semen into the kitten."

As the climax approached, Su Xingmao stared blankly at Xie Qingyan. All the symbols of desire in his mind came from the same person, the person in front of him.

Before this, it was unfamiliar, blank to the point of being devoid of anything.

High school boys are in the midst of a restless adolescence. They might visit pornographic websites to watch adult films for solace, or they might tell dirty jokes and engage in verbal banter.

But Su Xingmao's world consisted only of endless exercises, countless numbers, symbols, and formulas, filling his life with a dull, repetitive, and tedious quality, as bland as water. No wonder Xie Qingyan always said he was boring. But what is interesting? Mathematics is, after all, rational thinking.

Su Xingmao didn't understand, but one thunderous night when Lingquan Mountain lost power, he hugged Xie Qingyan who came from another door and said "Don't go" to someone other than his parents for the first time in his life. Can you stay with me a little longer?

Xie Qingyan probably wouldn't pay him any attention. She hated him; she even bit him so hard that her hand split open, bleeding profusely, with deep teeth marks that still leave two white marks to this day. He thought she'd find him boring and would probably leave him immediately. It didn't matter; he was used to it.

But Xie Qingyan stayed. They sat by the foot of the bed until the wee hours of the morning, with lightning flashing and thunder roaring outside the window, and the rain pouring down.

They lived inside a giant drum, surrounded by a cacophony of noise and chaos. Raindrops pattered and the wind howled through the forest, a mournful wail that resembled the wailing of ghosts and wolves. The shadows of the branches, illuminated by lightning, looked like claws reaching out from ghosts.

Moved by the scene, Xie Qingyan told him a bunch of ghost stories she had heard, such as the bear granny in the mountains, the wild man of Shennongjia, and the Bigfoot in the Arctic... trying to scare him to tears, but seeing that he didn't react, she pouted and said he was so boring.

Time slipped by unnoticed. The wind and rain were dark and gloomy. Outside the curtains, the sky was just beginning to lighten. After some time, a weight appeared on my shoulders and neck. The person who had been so boisterous just moments before was now breathing evenly and had fallen into a deep sleep.

Su Xingmao turned his head to look at her, hesitated for a long time, then carried Xie Qingyan to the bed and covered her with the quilt. Xie Qingyan was lighter than he had imagined, and when she fell into his arms, he hardly felt any weight.

That night, he didn't know when he closed his eyes, but he remembered having a dream. The details were too blurry. He was groping his way forward in the pitch-black fog when he suddenly touched a doorknob. When he opened it, he found himself in his room.

A small bulge appeared on the bed. He stepped forward and lifted a corner of it. Sure enough, it was Xie Qingyan, a white, fleshy mass, as if she wasn't wearing any clothes, but he couldn't see clearly. He had never seen a woman's body before, and his imagination was completely lacking.

All I remember is a smooth, white substance, just like when lightning illuminated her face. Was it snowflake cake or almond milk? It was clear and moist, her skin as white as snow, dazzlingly white.

Then Xie Qingyan suddenly opened her eyes, her eyes crinkling as she smiled and asked him if she looked good. Had he looked at her for so long last night? It was an extremely beautiful smile, innocent yet whimsical, with a bewitching charm in the corners of her eyes and brows.

On a night of torrential rain, those eyes were like the sky after the rain, a clear, bright blue as dawn broke.

His heart pounded wildly. He didn't realize it was a dream. He just thought, how could she know he was watching her when she was asleep? When he woke up, he found himself huddled in the corner of the bed. There was no one on the bed anymore. A thick blanket was suffocating him in the middle of summer.

He was shocked to find his underwear was wet when he got up.

From then on, Xie Qingyan became a frequent visitor in his dreams.

He still couldn't understand what Xie Qingyan meant to him—attraction? Sexual fantasy? Or perhaps the stirrings of a young heart? He could only instinctively follow her graceful figure with his gaze.

He could not explain this irrational behavior.

One day, while studying the second law of thermodynamics, I came across the term "entropy increase," which refers to the inevitable tendency of things to move from order to disorder in an isolated system without external intervention. This process is known as "entropy increase."

Entropy is irreversible.

Entropy will only increase forever.

The constellation Mao seemed to have an epiphany.

He lived in his isolated little universe, leading a monotonous life. Xie Qingyan's visit, however, brought a sense of surprise and chaos to his otherwise dreary days.

Even with external forces to restrain him, his mind became increasingly chaotic and tangled.

This elusive and inexplicable emotion of his was like increasing entropy, growing stronger day by day.