Just now, for a fleeting moment, did you hate me?

"Just now, for a fleeting moment, you hated me, didn't you?"

59.

Chongming's sexual awakening came when he was fourteen years old, when Dou Yaozu insisted on dragging him to watch a Korean adult film. Dou Yaozu was a year older than him, and having heard that Chongming had never watched adult films before, he took Chongming directly to his house to watch the film after training at the Heroic Camp on Saturday night.

Back then, Dou Yaozu's desktop computer hadn't been upgraded to an LCD screen yet, so watching videos required connecting a headset or speakers. After listening for a while, Chongming frowned and threw the headset at Dou Yaozu. Dou Yaozu listened for a bit, then angrily pressed the pause button, saying, "This woman's moans are so fake, do you know what a fake orgasm is?"

"I'm not a woman, how would I know?"

Chongming still clearly remembers how he answered when he was fourteen.

Fourteen years later, Chongming, now twice his age but only just beginning to accumulate sexual experience, lay on the smooth, white back of his only sexual partner, watching her butterfly bones tremble slightly with each tilt of her head back, listening to her sweet, seductive screams, his body surging with waves of desire. But the soul-searching question from Dou Yaozu when he was fourteen years old broke through all his desires and clearly surfaced in Chongming's mind.

Do you understand fake orgasms?

A fake climax.

The thought struck like a torrential downpour, instantly extinguishing Chongming's burning desire. Chongming carefully sensed the reactions beneath him for a moment, then intentionally slowed his thrusts. Lanjian's voice remained flat, still high-pitched, "Ah, Chongming, harder, it feels so good!"

When has Meng Lanjian ever moaned like that during sex?

Chongming's heart instantly turned even colder than when she heard her say, "Have you been pleased enough?"

He withdrew directly from her body.

The sudden emptiness and the weightlessness of having no one to hold onto her waist caused Meng Lanjian to fall uncontrollably onto the bed.

"Hmm?" She turned her head, her eyes red, and saw Chongming looking at her indifferently, his gaze very calm. Confused, she reached out and grasped his penis, which she had made wet. "Why did it suddenly come out?"

“It just suddenly occurred to me,” Chongming said, his eyes turning icy as he began to distance himself from Lanjian, “that continuing this wouldn’t be pleasing me, but pleasing you.”

After speaking, Chongming brushed aside Lanjian's fair, lotus-root-like arm, picked up the underwear that had somehow fallen off, and stood up on the bed to put it back on. Lanjian watched as he forcefully stuffed his still-erect penis into the elastic underwear, fiddling with it several times; it hurt just watching it.

She snapped out of her daze, grabbed the bottom edge of his underwear from below, and pulled it down tightly, preventing him from putting it back on.

"What's wrong with you, Chongming!" Lan Jian knelt up from the mattress, her lips not far from his genitals. She deliberately breathed on the tip, using the same trick to seduce him again. "Don't you like it when I do that?"

As she was about to release his enormous member, Chongming deliberately prevented her, brushing her hand away and turning to get off the bed. The soft mattress bounced violently with his movements, and Lan Jian felt as if she had been suddenly drenched by a huge wave, frozen in place, unable to move.

"Meng Lanjian, you didn't really want to please me. You were just catering to me, pretending to be submissive to me. In the end, when you saw me lose control and throw away all my last shred of reason to penetrate you without a condom, you felt good, didn't you?"

Chongming stood under the bed, his face ashen, and picked up the condom he had carelessly tossed aside. It was filled with semen, a mess from his passionate encounters.

After cleaning up the semen stains on the floor, he turned his head and saw Meng Lanjian's pert breasts, where the remaining semen had congealed into conspicuous white streaks.

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"It's not because I feel good fucking you that you enjoy it, but because you're so smug to see me being manipulated like this, losing my clarity and composure, that you're proud of, aren't you?"

"You only want to conquer me, not really please me. If I were to ejaculate inside you as you wish, that would truly satisfy your perverse tastes and please you. You are so cunning."

As he grew increasingly indignant, Meng Lanjian finally dropped her act, adopting an arrogant and indifferent demeanor. She gave him a cold, beautiful smile, saying, "Yes, it's a pity you saw through me."

She also stood up from the mattress. The height difference between them was too great, and even though she was on higher ground, it was difficult for her to look down at him. But her erect nipples were positioned perfectly against his pale pink lips, presenting an alluring appearance that seemed ready to be plucked.

Lan Jian suddenly reached out and pressed down on the back of Chongming's head—

Just like when he pressed hard on the back of her head and shoved his bastard into her throat.

Precise and ruthless.

She stuffed her left breast into his mouth.

His teeth struck her juicy fruit, and his tongue, startled by her unexpected movement, licked the dried semen.

"You're feeding me your perverse sense of humor?" Meng Lanjian bet Chongming wouldn't dare bite her breasts, so she pressed his head down and forced her full breasts into his mouth. "All I wanted was for you to lose control and ejaculate inside me, and now you're playing with me like this?"

Chongming's head was held in Meng Lanjian's arms, and he uncontrollably took her breast, which smelled of milk mixed with bitterness, into his mouth, his heart filled with horror—

The righteous path is one foot high, but the evil path is ten feet high.

He thought he was the Dao, but then he encountered Meng Lanjian, who unleashed all the demons and monsters in his heart.

Not to be outdone, Chongming reached out and twisted Meng Lanjian's hands behind her back. Her waist arched involuntarily, offering her soft, white flesh to his mouth. She raised her leg to kick his chest, but Chongming grabbed her wrists with one hand and used his free hand to grab her ankle, pulling her legs onto his shoulder and locking them in his arms.

His triangle area, now covered by his underwear, was pressed against her open vulva, the touch light and gentle, without any lingering affection.

It's as if to say, "I can walk away at any time; it's just a matter of whether you want me to stay."

Besides, Chongming shouldn't be licking Lanjian's breasts at a time like this.

He withdrew from the conversation; anyone can put on airs.

“Meng Lanjian, if you want me to go in, you’ll have to beg me.”

He was certain that she was no match for him in bed, and he brazenly reverted to his dominant role, needing to be pleased.

Meng Lanjian twisted her shoulders, but no matter what she did, she couldn't break free from his arms that were holding her. However, the water beneath her was forced out even more by his domineering tone and the seemingly ineffective thrusts, dripping out of her vulva.

She was already feeling very uncomfortable from his repeated withdrawals halfway through. If her sexual desire could come and go as freely as his, and stop abruptly, why would she have craved him to fill her up so thoroughly?

Meng Lanjian, stubborn as ever, did not lower her head to speak to him for a long time.

Both of them were gambling in the stalemate.

Let's bet on who will soften first.

Let's bet on who will beg for mercy first.

"Meng Lanjian, why did you pretend to be about to climax just now?" Chongming's underwear was wet from her fluids. He saw her biting her lower lip in discomfort, her cheeks flushed, but he couldn't bring himself to argue with her. "Do you think I can't tell? You didn't really want to moan that much. You don't usually act like this. Even if you just confessed your sexual fetish, you're not the type to throw away your inhibitions and indulge in unrestrained pleasure so quickly."

I know you too well.

"I know your body too well. Don't try to fool me." Chongming finally released her wrist, lifted her chin, and forced her to look him in the eye. "Just now, for a fleeting moment, you hated me, didn't you?"

Lan Jian was forced to change the look in his eyes.

She was so good at pretending.

After intercourse, she coldly provoked a fight, satisfying her sexual fetish of being beaten up after he got angry. She acted this scene with unparalleled realism.

But Chongming still managed to discover it.

Her deepest, most profound hatred.

The hatred that had been hidden in his heart since their first time having sex was finally discovered by him.

Lan Jian didn't know whether she should feel fortunate or angry, or perhaps she shouldn't have any emotional fluctuations at all.

She should just honestly admit it—

"Chongming, it wasn't just a fleeting moment."

"I have always hated you."

Chongming's hand, which was around the back of her knees, trembled involuntarily at her words, and her legs fell off his shoulders.

He pushed her away, defeated and ashen-faced. He thought he had misheard, that she was provoking him again out of spite. But her calm, indifferent gaze kept him at arm's length; she showed no trace of cunning or shrewdness.

She is stating the facts.

"What do you mean by 'You only like me, and I only like you'?"

Lan Jian thought that now that things were out in the open, she no longer needed to cling to these sweet words that would never bring her any joy, and wallow in self-pity.

Do I need your charity?

"Every time we finish having sex, you're angry or regretful, right? How could you let Meng Lanjian get her way again? Why couldn't you resist her provocation and get so angry? And what right does she have to move seats like that..."

"Thoughts like these probably play out in your mind every day, right?"

"You say you know me very well, but do you know that I know you even better than you think?"

"Chongming, my omnipotent Chongming, when you were with me, was there ever a moment when you entered me without any burden or reason?"

"You don't actually think that love requires respect, do you?"

Meng Lanjian chuckled to himself, seemingly surprised to hear himself utter the word "love" at this moment.

Meng Lanjian took a soft breath and got out of bed. She walked naked in front of Chongming, yet she was more open and honest than ever before she had revealed her hatred.

Chongming felt a sense of weightlessness, like a rapid descent, spreading through his chest. He frantically grabbed Meng Lanjian, wanting to pull her into his arms, yet he dared not. At that moment, he was utterly panicked.

"Meng Lanjian, then tell me, what is the premise of love?" Chongming's usually calm and collected face was filled with bewilderment. "Is it wrong for me to respect you?"

Meng Lanjian tapped his tightly furrowed brow with her fingertip, her gaze distant as if they could never return to their former intimacy.

"If you're going to respect me, why did you expose me just now?"

"Chongming, Chongming, you're so smart, how come you don't understand?"

Love has no prerequisites.

@Author: Um, where do couples usually make up when they argue in bed? (scratching head)

@Lanjian: We were arguing at the foot of the bed.

@Chongming, who is still maintaining his composure and holding back his curses: If they don't make up in the next chapter, I'll throw that guy into the fish's food!