After Sleeping with My Childhood Friend/Arch-Nemesis - Chapter 4

Chen Jinshan was tall.

He stood a full 192 centimeters.

The reason she remembered this so clearly was that every time her mother chatted with others about the topic of children’s height, she would inevitably mention her best friend’s son, Chen Jinshan. Chen Jinshan, whom she had watched grow up next door; Chen Jinshan, with his bright, sunny smile; Chen Jinshan, who had signed with the provincial team right after entering university; Chen Jinshan, the 192cm-tall swimmer who was incredible at what he did.

Her mother would also say that his training was particularly grueling—not only did he need to do all kinds of specialized underwater drills, but he also had to do strength training to enhance his core, so his whole body was packed with power.

…He was packed with power, especially in his waist and abdomen.

Each thrust hit her deep within, leaving her soul shaken and her mind reeling.

Deep in the quiet of the night, Zhou Xiaqing clutched her mouth tightly with her hand, barely suppressing the whimpering escaping her throat. Scattered here and there around the bedside were their clothes; a dark blue sports jacket covered the corner of her pale yellow silk pajamas, just as he was currently covering her body.

Only a nightlight was on in the room. The dim, gloomy light was ambiguous and hazy. Chen Jinshan, in front of her, was thrusting his hips rhythmically. The force was exactly what she, a novice, could accept both gentle and powerful.

Just like that, thrusting deep into the depths of her body again and again, withdrawing shallowly, and then slamming back in.

It just happened, just like that.

Clearly, three hours ago, their relationship had been one of standing toe-to-toe and looking at each other with mutual disdain, yet at this very moment, they were brazenly doing the most intimate thing between a man and a woman.

The development of the situation could be described as bizarre unexpected, yet natural.

“What are you thinking about?” Chen Jinshan panted lightly, looking down at the girl beneath him, his eyes filled with undisguised restraint and lingering affection.

Zhou Xiaqing shook her head slightly. The black hair scattered across the white pillow, which had been rubbing up and down with his movements, now swayed side-to-side in small increments.

Chen Jinshan watched this, feeling an itch in his chest, as if feathers were teasing his heart. His waist and abdomen unconsciously increased their force.

The long hair rubbed up and down even more violently.

A secret sense of satisfaction and joy was fermenting and rising uncontrollably within his heart, like a shaken bottle of carbonated soda, sizzling and bubbling, the gas within about to burst through the cap.

It was a dual stimulus both physical and psychological. He couldn’t tell which was stronger. To put it bluntly and crudely, he just felt fantastic so fantastic his scalp went numb.

…He gritted his teeth and held it back.

He took the hand she was using to cover her mouth and gently pulled it away.

“What are you really thinking about?” He pressed his body down, rubbing the tip of his nose against the small mole on the bridge of her nose. “What am I supposed to do if you’re this distracted?”

Without the cover of her palm, small, sweet moans spilled out. Zhou Xiaqing spoke in broken fragments: “I’m thinking… this is… isn’t it strange…”

“Is it strange?” Chen Jinshan didn’t take it to heart. His lips pressed against hers, hovering right on the edge, and he said as a matter of course, “Isn’t having sex a very normal thing? In this world, every single day, countless people are having sex.”

“I mean… you and I…” Zhou Xiaqing felt a late-coming annoyance and couldn’t help but furrow her brows. “Is us doing this… isn’t it strange?”

It was indeed her impulsive invitation that had led them here, but seeing that they had already reached the point of “negative distance,” no matter how much she regretted it, it was too late.

Chen Jinshan didn’t answer her, instead seizing the chance to kiss her lips. He easily pried her teeth apart, his thick tongue invading the space. It tangled tightly with her tongue.

His approach was aggressive; she couldn’t hide even if she wanted to, forced to accept his intense seduction. This was her first time kissing—and it was a French kiss. At first, she was somewhat resistant, but strangely, the taste was unexpectedly good—magical, comfortable, and tinged with a buzzing, tingling pleasure.

Gradually, she couldn’t help but close her eyes, reciprocating his kisses back and forth.

As the kiss ended, she was left gasping for air, taking the opportunity to inhale frantically. Chen Jinshan looked into her eyes and asked softly: “Does this feel strange?”

His lips shimmered with water-light. As her gaze moved from his mouth to his eyes, Zhou Xiaqing answered honestly with what was in her heart: “Not strange.”

He lowered his head again, pressing his soft lips against her tender, smooth neck, kissing as he moved downward to her chest. Her two fair mounds were round and firm, the two nipples pink and tender, like cute embellishments on a cake.

Chen Jinshan licked one side of the nipple with the tip of his tongue, then took it into his mouth and began to suckle forcefully.

Zhou Xiaqing gasped for air instantly; a rush of tingling pleasure erupted, reaching straight to the top of her skull. Chen Jinshan watched her expression while suckling and biting, and seeing her face full of dazed endurance, he boldly bit her soft flesh, kissing and chewing at the same time.

“Chen Jinshan… ah… what do I do…”

She had never felt such a comfortable and strange sensation before. Zhou Xiaqing unconsciously wanted more, arching her chest to push her breasts further into his mouth, her hands gripping the back of his head and pressing down, unwilling to let him leave.

After soothing the other side that had been left out in the cold, Chen Jinshan looked up and asked her, with a tone that sounded almost bewitching: “How about this? Strange?”

Zhou Xiaqing hadn’t recovered yet; her head was dizzy, her cheeks flushed with a faint rosy hue, and she hummed: “Not strange.”

“And how about this?”

He straightened his body, his large hand gripping her slender waist, and violently withdrew his penis.

The massive object that had been thrusting inside her body suddenly vanished, and Zhou Xiaqing felt an unbearable sense of emptiness. Only one thought remained in her head.

Her small cave needs to be… filled again.

“What’s that like?” she asked him coquettishly.

“Like this.”

Chen Jinshan leaned forward, propped her legs on his shoulders, aimed the head of his glans at the entrance of her cave, and began to fuck her with broad, sweeping strokes.

“Ah… I can’t take it…”

The scorching, massive penis assaulted her again, slamming fiercely into the softest depths inside. Zhou Xiaqing bit the back of her hand, tears of physiological reaction spilling from the corners of her eyes.

Chen Jinshan held her shaking legs, tilted his head, and kissed her leg as if obsessed, continuing to ask: “Is this strange?”

Zhou Xiaqing was hit into a state of chaotic consciousness, biting the back of her hand as she answered unclearly: “Not… not strange.”

Her voice was laced with a sob.

Between her legs, it was wet and muddy; her cave muscles wrapped around his thick length without leaving a single gap. Besides the sound of rising and falling overlapping gasps, the room was filled with the rhythmic slapping of flesh colliding.

Her body seemed to reach its limit, yet also appeared to arrive at a peak. Zhou Xiaqing suddenly felt her eyes lose focus, her mind turning completely blank; the passage tightened, and her lower abdomen throbbed violently.

It took quite a while before she could come to her senses.