You think too much, yet what you consider often goes unused; your worries are often completely unnecessary.

Wang Zhuo found himself facing just such a situation. Just as he hesitated for half a day before deciding to "just go for it," Anqi backed out!

Why? Hadn't she just been nestled in Wang Zhuo's arms, letting him mold and shape her as he pleased? Why the sudden change of heart?

The reason was actually painfully simple. She was slender even among slender girls, standing 169 cm tall but weighing barely 40 kilograms. Her frame was delicate, never showing bone, and there wasn't a single thick part on her entire body, including her bust and hips!

But Wang Zhuo was thick! When she saw it, the fog in her head instantly cleared, replaced by shock!

Dear readers, please take off your slippers, leather shoes, sneakers, or sandals—just one foot will do—and cross one leg over the other. Now, bend your foot and compare it to your opposite forearm resting nearby.

Did you do it? If you did, you'll discover that the length of your foot is exactly the same as the length of your forearm!

Well, before you checked, didn't you assume your forearm should be longer than your foot? Surprised now? Anqi was even more surprised than you, perhaps even horrified, because she realized her master’s middle section was longer than her forearm and almost as thick as her wrist!

Except for the large-eared bandit Liu Bei, whose arms hung down to his shoulders, men of average height usually have forearms no longer than thirty centimeters. Given Anqi's height of 169 cm, her forearm length could easily be calculated.

In truth, the reality was not as exaggerated as Anqi imagined, but when she saw such a massive object appear out of thin air, materializing as if by magic, the visual shock was overwhelming. She was terrified.

Anqi recoiled. "Oh my god, it's too scary! Can something that huge even fit? If it does go in, it’ll reach past my navel—it could kill me!"

So, Wang Zhuo’s concerns were entirely superfluous!

"Master, I... I..." She gasped, sinking onto the damp sofa without even noticing, "I'm scared."

Wang Zhuo truly hadn't anticipated this turn of events. He managed a wry, bittersweet smile, utterly unsure of what to do next.

It wasn't entirely Anqi's cowardice; it was because they skipped the gradual introduction process. Her knowledge of men was limited to toddlers in split-crotch pants she saw from relatives or the few heavily censored Japanese films she’d glimpsed. Her peers rarely discussed such matters. Suddenly seeing 250, she assumed Wang Zhuo had a deformity!

That's right, a deformity. She thought Wang Zhuo was a freak!

"Don't be afraid, it's not that scary." Wang Zhuo, unaware of her thoughts, coaxed her gently, "Don't worry, I won't hurt you, and neither will it. It will only bring you pleasure."

While saying this, Wang Zhuo channeled the gentle tone Teacher Zhao Zhongxiang used when narrating Man and Nature. His mature, deep voice was full of magnetism, immensely soothing.

But Anqi wasn't buying it. She smiled sadly and shook her head repeatedly, saying, "Master, I'm truly scared. Please don't frighten me, okay?"

Her reaction was clearly unwise. If Wang Zhuo truly were deformed, her behavior might enrage him, leading to disastrous consequences. But Wang Zhuo was merely exceptional, and he wasn't the tyrannical type...

The atmosphere became incredibly awkward. Wang Zhuo genuinely wanted to pull up his pants and leave, yet felt a pang of unwillingness. A man should see things through to the end; what was the point of leaving now?

While he was wrestling with this, he suddenly noticed something different in Anqi's eyes. His mind raced for a moment, and he grasped her current thought process!

Deformed? Where did that come from! He couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle, then burst into unrestrained laughter, leaving Anqi utterly bewildered as to why he was suddenly so amused.

"Don't guess wildly, I'm not sick," Wang Zhuo said, still chuckling uncontrollably after catching his breath. "It turns out you know absolutely nothing about men—you're too innocent."

"Who says I don't know?" Anqi’s eyes flickered, avoiding his gaze as she argued, "I've watched a few Japanese films, and there's nothing like yours in them."

"Japanese men are short, their physical conditions aren't great," Wang Zhuo began employing his deceptive skills. "You’ve been misled by those films. In reality, men from different countries vary."

"Is that so?" Anqi began to believe him slightly.

Wang Zhuo inwardly chuckled and pressed his advantage. "Of course! Otherwise, how could I have so many girlfriends?"

Anqi immediately believed him two parts more. The power of her imagination was strong. She even began to speculate that if Master truly had some hidden ailment, given his status and wealth, he could find the best doctors in the world for treatment—or perhaps surgery. Maybe with current medical standards, they could even transplant a new one!

Melodious music played in the coffee house. Just then, a piece ended, and the temporary silence made the cheers coming from the room next door especially prominent. That girl was roughly Anqi’s age, and her voice also carried a clear, youthful tone. Hearing it made Anqi even more mortified, her mind a chaotic mess.

Gathering her courage, she asked timidly, "Master, are you really not lying to me?"

Wang Zhuo shrugged cheerfully, thinking how easy this girl was to fool...

"Whether I’m lying or not, you can come over and take a close look to find out, can't you?" As he spoke, he shifted on the sofa into a more comfortable position and beckoned Anqi over.

The big bad wolf wagged his fluffy tail with a kind, benevolent smile. Little Red Riding Hood, driven by curiosity, innocently walked over, falling right into the trap carefully set for her.

Five minutes later, another song ended. Anqi had just finished a vivid sex education lecture and was now completely convinced of her master's explanation.

It turned out Master was healthy, normal, and without any problems. All mainland men were like this; the deformity talk was purely a misunderstanding...

Ten minutes later, Anqi learned even more knowledge, such as... and also...

Fifteen minutes later, under her master's guidance, she was practicing techniques—though not for snooker or billiards, but for something else her master preferred.

It felt strange, but thankfully, the lights could be turned off...

Did she really need to do this? It seemed she did, because Master was clearly enjoying himself, and besides, wasn't this what they did in the Japanese films too!

Half an hour later, Anqi had already grown fond of the activity. Wang Zhuo’s occasional praise and contented deep breaths gave her a sense of accomplishment and validation. Her initial repulsion had long since vanished into the ether; even the somewhat indescribable scent seemed to transform into something sweet and fragrant, refreshing her mind and spirit.

She loved how Master gently pinched her earlobe and called her his little darling; she loved how he cupped her face and praised her improving technique; she loved his large hand slipping inside her clothes, covering both sides of her chest, feeling her heartbeat and breath; she loved how he’d occasionally mischievously pinch her nose, then slowly and firmly press inward, making her feel suffocated...

Time slipped away unnoticed. The couple in the room next door and the one in the room beyond that—three men and one woman—had quietly left. Anqi was completely lost in the moment, oblivious.

Wang Zhuo, too, was intoxicated by this dreamlike state. Just a few hours ago, the girl beneath him was a complete stranger, yet now she was wholeheartedly devoted to serving him, catering to his every desire, trying her utmost to please.

Her phoenix eyes, framed by black lenses, overflowed with deep affection. Love is the foundation of sex; sex is the sublimation of love. Wang Zhuo was living a dream too gorgeous to be real, and at this moment, wasn't she too?

Her thin lips moved softly and warmly, gliding up and down. Her rosy tongue curled and twirled flexibly within her mouth.

Anqi's rate of progress even surpassed Siyuan’s. Although she lacked much of the practiced skill, the novelty of the first time made up for the difference. Moreover, Wang Zhuo didn't even know her age or other personal details, and this element of mystery heightened the pleasure, sending Wang Zhuo soaring with ecstasy.

Following another episode of breath-stealing pleasure lasting over ten seconds, Anqi broke away from Wang Zhuo and turned to the side, coughing repeatedly.

Wang Zhuo felt a twinge of remorse and asked softly, "Are you disgusted? If you’re uncomfortable, we won’t do this one anymore."

The difference between "We won't do this" and "We won't do anymore" was vast, indicating just how much Wang Zhuo was enjoying himself and was reluctant to stop yet!

"It’s fine, a cough fixes it," Anqi gave him a bright smile, and her slender, boneless hand reached out again. Half a second later, Wang Zhuo was enveloped in love once more.

"You truly are my angel..." Wang Zhuo sighed contentedly, reaching toward her chest.

Although the feel wasn't as full as Gan Shuang's or Qi Fei's, Wang Zhuo thoroughly enjoyed Anqi’s body. Only now did he understand why "flat-chested enthusiasts" existed: this near-pre-pubescent flatness held a forbidden thrill, reminiscent of childhood. Her nimble tongue was tracing circles again... Wang Zhuo took a deep breath, chuckled softly, and asked, "Your tongue is amazing; can you reach my nose?"

Anqi answered him with two light, quick nods. Wang Zhuo was delighted and said, "Then try licking it so I can see."

Her lips broke away from Wang Zhuo with a soft pop. Anqi easily licked the tip of her nose, only then remembering the room lights were off—Master shouldn't be able to see.

She hesitated, wondering if she should turn on a light, but then heard Wang Zhuo laugh heartily, "Incredible."

She paused, asking in surprise, "You can see me licking my nose?"

"Uh..." Wang Zhuo suddenly recalled that the private room was pitch black—not only were the lights off, but there wasn't even a window. He shouldn't be able to see!

Well, the jig was up! He scratched his head with a wry smile and said, "My eyesight is naturally good; I can see a bit better than others at night."

He saw everything? Anqi was embarrassed for a long time before quietly asking, "Then... did you see everything when I was wrapping you just now?"

Of course, I saw it! How could I miss something so wonderful? Wang Zhuo thought, but he smiled and said, "I saw it, but not very clearly. Maybe we should turn on the lights."

"No!" Anqi shook her head vigorously like a rattle drum. Darkness was her last layer of covering, allowing her to treat reality as a dream. Turning on the lights—she would rather die!

Little did she know, turning the lights on or off made no difference to Wang Zhuo. The only difference was how her reaction to the light would affect her performance, which in turn affected Wang Zhuo's experience. Since she insisted on no lights, Wang Zhuo readily agreed. As long as she was willing to continue now, what more demanding requests could Wang Zhuo possibly have?

And so, in that small, lightless private room, the act continued, the male protagonist comfortably seated on the sofa, thoroughly enjoying himself; the female protagonist kneeling somewhat uncomfortably on the sofa cushion on the carpet, yet also thoroughly enjoying herself...