Chapter Fifty: Liu Yunfei’s First Time

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The days of being Monkey King's junior brother were without distraction. Liu Yunfei felt the delicate body in his arms grow hotter, his own blood beginning to boil, compelled to hold Yu Qing tightly. Yu Qing nestled obediently against Liu Yunfei’s chest, her flushed face pressed to his neck.

The tighter he held her, the more he could feel the contours of Yu Qing’s body—the exceptionally soft, full bosom separated from him by only two thin layers of fabric, making his heart race. Liu Yunfei sensed his own most sensitive part pressed firmly against Yu Qing’s equally heated abdomen; as they moved together, the friction at that crucial spot sent waves of tingling sensation through his body.

Neither of them spoke, only savoring the feeling of each other's bodies. Time slipped by swiftly, and before Liu Yunfei had his fill of happiness, the music mellowed and the lights gradually brightened. In that instant, Yu Qing suddenly raised her head, stood on tiptoe, and pressed her lips against Liu Yunfei’s. Just as he was about to respond passionately, Yu Qing pulled away.

It was already late. Lawrence then announced the end of the party. The old fox personally escorted Liu Yunfei and the others to the gate, tactfully requesting Liu Yunfei to send Yu Qing home. To express his gratitude, Liu Yunfei hinted that the matter at hand had begun to show progress.

Amidst the old fox’s effusive thanks and Lamu’s jealous gaze, Liu Yunfei took Yu Qing’s hand and settled into the luxurious, extended Bentley of the convoy.

“Do you have time tomorrow?” Liu Yunfei asked, thinking of inviting Yu Qing out but unable to come up with a proper excuse.

“Yes, in the afternoon?”

Liu Yunfei, looking at Yu Qing’s chest, suddenly thought of something. “Tomorrow afternoon I have to take that little girl, Lamu, out shopping. Why not come along?”

“No.” Yu Qing, perhaps sensing Lamu’s hostility earlier, declined outright.

“Don’t fuss with children; she’s still young and ignorant. I treat her like a niece,” Liu Yunfei said, purposely distancing the relationship. Seeing Yu Qing still dissatisfied, he added, “Actually, I’m taking her to buy a bra. I’m a grown man and don’t know how, and she's never bought one herself. She really is just a child.”

Yu Qing laughed at Liu Yunfei’s awkwardness. “One moment she’s your little sister, then your niece. When did you start worrying about bras? You’re acting like her father.”

“And you’re acting like her mother,” Liu Yunfei retorted, realizing as soon as he spoke that the words held other meanings.

Sure enough, Yu Qing gave him a sidelong glance, but quickly said, “Since I’m her mother, I’ll take her to buy a bra tomorrow, how about it, dad?” She burst out laughing.

Liu Yunfei was at a loss for words, managing only a silly smile. Soon the convoy arrived at Yu Qing’s dilapidated building. Liu Yunfei, thinking of the dusty stairs, said, “It’s really dirty here; why not move in with me? We could look out for each other.”

“If it's dirty, then don’t come up. I’ll call you tomorrow afternoon.” With that, she headed up the stairs, but suddenly turned back, grinning, “You haven’t complimented me on my beauty today.”

“Beautiful—Qingqing is the most beautiful of all.” Seeing Yu Qing’s silly smile, Liu Yunfei realized clearly that he was falling in love; he had truly fallen for this girl.

The next day, Liu Yunfei was distracted all morning, waiting for Yu Qing’s call. “Hey, hey, hey,” Lamu pushed her little chest out proudly in front of him, but Liu Yunfei’s absent eyes seemed unfocused.

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“Boohoo…” Lamu’s feigned crying snapped Liu Yunfei out of his trance. “Avashid, you don’t like Lamu anymore.”

“That’s not true, our adorable Lamu, I’m about to take you shopping,” Liu Yunfei coaxed the little girl.

“But you keep thinking about that sister from yesterday.”

Liu Yunfei flushed red; even a child could see his heart. He had to educate Lamu, “Between grown-ups, it’s not just liking; I’ve fallen in love with that sister, understand?”

“Why don’t you love Lamu, Avashid?” Lamu pouted and fussed.

“Because you’re still small. When you grow up, you can love others and accept their love,” Liu Yunfei patiently explained.

Just then, the phone rang at the most inconvenient moment. Lamu muttered, “This damned phone always calls at the worst times.”

Liu Yunfei sprang to the phone like a leopard. “Hello.”

A giggle—Yu Qing’s voice, “So quick to answer; were you waiting for someone’s call?”

“Yes, haha, that’s right, and here it is.” While speaking, he signaled Lamu to leave the room.

“Oh? Really? I’m not anyone important,” Yu Qing teased.

“Who says you’re not important; you’re the kid’s mom,” Liu Yunfei remembered yesterday’s joke.

“Looks like I’m stuck being this cheap mother.”

“If you won’t take it, then I, the kid’s dad, won’t let you go.” The two bantered as if Lamu really was their child.

“But you won’t be buying that kid’s bra today,” Yu Qing laughed breathlessly.

“Oh? Why not? Something happened?” Liu Yunfei was disappointed.

“No, just… well, you take her yourself, or another day.” Yu Qing hemmed and hawed, avoiding the subject.

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“What’s wrong? Tell me, don’t keep me anxious.” Liu Yunfei already regarded Yu Qing as his woman and worried for her.

“Don’t worry, don’t worry, it’s nothing, really. I just slipped on the stairs and twisted my ankle,” Yu Qing admitted, unable to hide it.

“Ah—is it serious? Does it still hurt? Any bone injury? I’ll be right there.” Liu Yunfei immediately hung up, rushed downstairs, and sped toward Florence in his Ferrari F612.

Reaching the shabby apartment, Liu Yunfei jumped out and ran up to the third floor, so anxious he forgot about the dust on the stairs. “Something feels off today; what is it?” he muttered, arriving at Yu Qing’s door. The door was unlocked, but he knocked twice, waiting for Yu Qing’s invitation before entering.

The small, tidy living room was empty; he moved to the bedroom. Yu Qing’s bedroom, with pink and pale yellow tones, felt romantic and sweet. Yu Qing lay on the bed in yesterday’s dress, one bare foot raised high. Her feet were lovely—small, delicate toes, plump instep. Liu Yunfei wasn’t sure if he was examining the injury or admiring her, holding and inspecting her foot.

“Hey, have you stared enough? You’re hurting me,” Yu Qing chided coyly.

“Oh, haha.” Liu Yunfei blushed. “It doesn’t look swollen or red, probably no bone injury. Does it still hurt? Want to go to the hospital?”

“It’s fine, just can’t walk. I even changed clothes, ready to go out with you. When I got to the stairs, remembering you said they were dirty, I wanted to clean them. That’s when I slipped,” Yu Qing’s cheeks reddened as if she’d done something wrong.

“Ah, so that's what felt off—turns out the stairs aren’t dusty anymore. Did you sweep them all?” Liu Yunfei was moved. “Silly girl, I was just speaking offhand. What if you lived on the 30th floor?”

“Then I’d clean all thirty floors,” Yu Qing replied softly, her gaze locked on Liu Yunfei.

Liu Yunfei looked back at Yu Qing tenderly, placing her small foot against his cheek and rubbing it. The cool, smooth foot felt wonderful; when his face touched her sole, Yu Qing giggled, “Stop, it tickles.”

Liu Yunfei had been gazing into Yu Qing’s eyes, but now his eyes drifted downward. With her foot raised so high, he could clearly see the snow-white, slender thigh beneath the long skirt, the round, soft little bottom, and the white panties encasing endless fantasies. Liu Yunfei bent down, burrowing into Yu Qing’s skirt, kissing up her calf, finally rubbing his chin against her most sensitive spot through the thin cotton panties.

Yu Qing let out inaudible breaths, reacting intensely, her hands clutching Liu Yunfei’s head, pressing his face tightly against her lower body, actively thrusting her hips.

Liu Yunfei could no longer control himself, no longer looking for any reason to hold back—where could he find a girl so deeply affectionate? In just a few moves, he stripped himself of all restraints; Yu Qing quickly shed her own clothes as well. Liu Yunfei pressed himself against that expanse of white flesh, the two of them wildly entwined, frantically writhing. Yu Qing’s small hands guided Liu Yunfei into her depths. Liu Yunfei did feel a pang of regret that Yu Qing was not a virgin, but he was not one to obsess over that membrane; though it was a pity, it mattered little compared to such a wonderful girl.

As Liu Yunfei began moving, he suddenly felt the pleasure was dull and slow. “Could it be that I’m lacking?” His mind buzzed. Then he wondered—was it the protective layer of his indestructible body? With a thought, he halted that power. Instantly, pleasure flooded his whole being. In Florence, that beautiful afternoon, Liu Yunfei finally surrendered his own first time.

PS: Those who keep working through Labor Day are the happiest of all. Liu Yunfei works atop a beauty; the author works atop the keyboard; those working atop their screens, how about two votes for the useless recommendation tickets?