Fang Yanmeng sighed, "I know - you two must have done everything by now. Just look at the way you exchange glances every day. But I still haven't met a man who makes my heart flutter."

"I swear it's not like that!" I protested. "All Fang Fen and I did was kiss. You don't need to worry, with your looks and personality, once you open your mouth to talk to the guys at your university they'll be chasing after you all day long."

Fang Yanmeng snorted dismissively. "Pfft, them? Don't make me laugh. Zhao Qian, are you still a virgin?" she giggled, "And I bet Fenfen is too. To be honest with you, so am I - not just for sex but even being held by a guy this is my first time." She paused thoughtfully, "Hmm, the feeling isn't bad actually. Whatever, since you've already taken advantage of me once, what's another?" Her voice dropped to a teasing whisper, "Embrace me tighter."

I struggled to understand how such a delicate girl could make demands so shocking. I kept my arms loose around her waist as I asked cautiously, "Are you feeling alright? Did that severed leg really give you hallucinations?"

"You're the one with the delusions!" she retorted. "The night we met in danger I was truly impressed by your bravery. And after you spent 2800 yuan to save me, holding each other is just my way of repaying you." She leaned closer, her breath warm against my neck, "Come on then - if your manhood isn't stiff yet fine, but don't tell me you're afraid to hold a girl?"

The insult burned like fire. How dare she accuse me of impotence when my attention had simply been focused on rescuing Li TieNiu in that perilous situation!

I lowered my voice seriously, "Miss Fang Yanmeng, if you keep provoking me like this I'll make you accountable for your words. Do you believe there will be one less virgin and one fewer innocent girl in the world by tomorrow morning?"

Fang suddenly wrapped her arms around my neck with an exaggerated whimper, "Oh Zhao Qian, protect me! My first time has to wait for my future husband!"

The absurdity of it all struck me - here was a beautiful girl holding onto me tightly yet I still felt paralyzed. With a sudden surge of determination, I pulled her close. Too bad her chest wasn't more developed; the physical contact would have been much better.

"Zhao Qian," she murmured suddenly in my ear, "can we just talk instead? Let's not do anything..."

"Are you joking?" I interrupted sharply. "What kind of man would I be if I don't take action when I'm already hardening below the belt?"

Fang giggled mischievously as her hand suddenly dropped to grasp me through my sleep pants. Oh god, this was my first time ever being touched there by a girl - even through fabric it sent shivers racing down my spine.

"Let me help you release it," she offered cheerfully, "I've read about how boys do this in novels and photos. Although I've never done it myself before..." Her fingers tightened around me.

The world tilted dangerously as her hand moved with practiced confidence over the most vulnerable part of my body. If Fang had been an unattractive 'dinosaur' girl I might have found some logic in this situation, but a woman so breathtakingly beautiful holding your private parts and offering to help you climax? The thought alone was enough to make me convulse.

"Did I mishear you or are you teasing me?" I gasped through clenched teeth. "If you keep squeezing like that I swear my control will snap."

Fang shifted her position, one hand still gripping me intimately while the other wrapped around my waist. Her voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper, "Don't think of me as some easy girl just because I secretly watch porn and read explicit novels. Even when I was sold into marriage to that Sun family they couldn't touch me - only if I were already dead." She paused, her fingers tightening again. "Though you don't match my ideal boyfriend image at all, I'm not completely repulsed by you. I know you're pursuing Zhao Fen so I won't interfere between you two. But I need to study the male anatomy through personal experience. You see, I've got plenty of theoretical knowledge but zero practical application."

The realization hit me like icy water - my romantic notions were nothing more than delusions. She wasn't some innocent girl seeking love; she was conducting a scientific experiment! Even if she wanted to learn human anatomy, shouldn't such studies be conducted on her husband? Now this girl who had already devoured every explicit material in existence was treating me like a lab specimen while I remained sexually frustrated.

"Miss Fang," I tried to reason, "please let go. I know you're not some loose woman and that you don't actually want me. If you really need anatomical study materials, once we return to Beijing I'll buy you an official silicone model for research purposes. But tonight there's a serial killer outside and your... manipulations are driving me insane!"

Fang refused to loosen her grip. "Are you upset because I said you don't look like my ideal boyfriend?" she taunted suddenly. "All men are the same - always eyeing what they can't have! If only you told me you actually liked me, wanted to marry me, maybe things would be different? That crazy man outside won't attack tonight anyway."

I reached for her hand with growing desperation, "Let go of it or I swear I'll hurt you!"

With an alarming suddenness she squeezed harder. My entire body convulsed as my... well, let's just say the most sensitive part was suddenly in mortal danger.

"Ah! It hurts! Stop, please stop!" I pleaded through clenched teeth. "If you keep crushing it like this my family line will be extinguished for good!"

Fang whispered seductively into my ear, "I'll release it too - but from now on, I claim absolute ownership of your most precious asset. I can look at it whenever I want, touch it however I please. Only I get to touch you; you don't even get to touch yourself."

This was madness. This girl was far more deranged than the killer outside. Her parents must have been suffocatingly strict, driving her into such extreme behavior from reading all that explicit material. Now without family supervision she had turned completely unhinged.

"First you let go," I demanded.

"Only if you swear an oath!" she countered fiercely. "I won't release my hold until you promise - and remember, I'm always one hundred percent serious about my words!"

"I'll swear it then!" I groaned as she squeezed again. "Zhao Qian swears by this lamp that Fang Yanmeng shall have complete dominion over..."

"That's not precise enough," she interrupted. "What exactly is 'it'? The meaning is unclear."

"Fine! It means my..." I hesitated, suddenly realizing the absurdity of even speaking aloud about such things. "I can't believe you're making me say this out loud!"

Fang suddenly grabbed my hand and placed it firmly on her breast. "See? This proves I'm definitely a woman." Her voice dropped to a smoky purr, "Though not as full as Zhao Fen or Zhao Fang, it's enough to convince even the most skeptical male."

Tears welled in my eyes - from the pain below or perhaps the sheer absurdity of it all. Oh god, was this heaven-sent mercy or the worst possible torment?