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Wang Zhuo was no longer the naive virgin who stood up to greet every beautiful woman three years ago. Yet as he now found himself in a secluded room untouched by noise or interruption, with Qin Ximeng's sweet presence beside him and their ambiguous tension escalating into something intimate, his body betrayed him once more.

This time it rose higher than ever before - so high the relaxed athletic pants tightened unbearably against him. The fabric grew taut enough that when Qin Ximeng attempted to remove her hand from his pocket, she found herself momentarily trapped by the constriction.

"Brother Wang Zhuo..." Her heart fluttered with conflicting emotions as panic set in. Pulling too hard might tear the pants entirely...

What could he possibly say? This was the most beautiful misunderstanding - not intentional at all! It was simply her irresistible charm rendering him helpless, his body responding to her presence beyond reason.

He cleared his throat, surprised by how hoarse it sounded. "Xiaoyue... just let me feel for a moment."

Qin Ximeng shook her head resolutely. "I should go home now."

They stood at the center of the living room - she on his right side, her hand still trapped in his pants pocket. The elastic waistband constricted tightly against her wrist as she carefully positioned her palm along his thigh to avoid accidental contact with that most sensitive region.

"Just try it," he coaxed gently. "It's fascinating when you touch it."

She shook her head again. "You have a girlfriend already."

Her words carried three layers of meaning: a reminder about fidelity, a firm refusal, and subtle regret - not rejecting the act itself but his current relationship status that made such things impossible.

A sudden thought struck Wang Zhuo. "If I didn't have a girlfriend... would you fulfill my request?"

Ximeng's body visibly stiffened as she glanced up at him with conflicted eyes before sighing wistfully, "I don't know."

"You're caught in quite the dilemma," he smiled knowingly. "You love me born too late, and I love you born too soon. You wouldn't want to see other girls hurt just for my sake, would you?"

After prolonged hesitation, Ximeng gave a faint nod. Her wistful expression betrayed her - she had believed herself so well concealed until he'd seen right through her thoughts.

"Have you ever done anything reckless?" Wang Zhuo suddenly asked.

Ximeng's eyes widened at the abrupt topic shift as golden afternoon light filtered through the window, casting warm glimmers across their faces. The living room furniture reflected fragmented light patterns under the sunbeams.

Staring into his handsome features and that comforting smile in the sunlight, Ximeng felt her heart sink helplessly. She finally whispered an agreement while keeping her head lowered.

Maintaining their awkward stance, they slowly walked to the sofa before sitting down together. As she leaned against the boy she'd long adored, warmth filled her chest with a mix of anticipation and nervousness about this three-minute frenzy.

Would it only be a kiss? She wondered as she curled closer into his embrace, no longer fazed by her trapped hand.

When Wang Zhuo apologetically shifted to free her hand, her gaze lingered on his well-defined lips. "Only three minutes," he reminded both her and himself with equal measure of reassurance and warning.

The girl nodded before closing her eyes, waiting for that first kiss. Some say the taste is sweet, others describe it as salty or weird - sometimes like tobacco smoke or complete nothingness.

Ximeng finally discovered her answer: a flavor beyond words, carrying sun-warmed sensations, masculine vitality tinged with feverish dizziness.

Her inexperienced responses soon lost track of time entirely as Wang Zhuo's skilled hands roamed. When he suddenly lifted her onto his lap and kissed her senseless, they found themselves sprawled across the sofa for much longer than three minutes - her back pressed to the cushions in a tangle of limbs.

Wang Zhuo took no rush toward further intimacy, knowing haste spoiled everything. Instead he guided her soft hand through the growing tension outside while continuing to savor the sweetness of her tongue like honeyed candy.

He silently marveled how Qin Ximeng's perpetually sour expression had driven his determination to pursue her - otherwise such an adorable girl would have been forever lost...

"..."

Ximeng murmured something inaudible. "Darling, what did you say?" he asked.

Her hand tightened on the elastic waistband as she blushed and whispered, "It's so big..."

He smiled silently before nipping her pale pink lips. "Want to see it?"

She shook her head mischievously. "The three minutes are long gone."

"How could they be? I've only counted one minute thirty seconds," he protested earnestly.

Ximeng giggled. "Your watch must be broken."

"Maybe so," he chuckled nervously, "But let's start over - we still have one more minute and thirty seconds of madness ahead!"

She shifted upward as Wang Zhuo maneuvered her into the sofa corner where shadows softened their intimacy. Her eyes darted between his face and the growing bulge beneath the fabric.

Taking advantage of her hesitation, he flashed a row of dazzling white teeth before lifting up his tank top to reveal perfectly sculpted abs - masculine symbols that made her heart race with both admiration and impulse to touch.

But even more surprising awaited as he lowered his pants just enough to expose the dark trail leading downward. She closed her eyes tight in sudden anxiety until he teased, "Time is precious, open your eyes!"

"I can't look," she trembled.

With a press of the remote, curtains blocked out daylight and deepened the room's shadows.

"Then don't look at all."

"Won't look then!" she refused stubbornly.

"Fine by me," he sighed with disappointment. "I'll just put my pants back on."

The old tactic worked instantly - as if sensing his imminent retreat, Ximeng cracked open one eye before widening both in shock.

"Tentacle monster..."

...

Careless words carry consequences, but Qin Ximeng was no child anymore - at legal adulthood of twenty-one years old, the "careless speech" excuse had long expired. Wang Zhuo seized this opportunity to impose a well-deserved punishment for her remark.

No tongue on sausages! No - the mischievous imp with connections always gets special treatment while those without simply vanish like monkeys smacking bad fairies away. Though he'd hoped equal treatment, individual differences demanded consideration - if Qin Ximeng actually tried that sausage bit and it reached her father's ears...

Compromise was necessary. Instead of letting her bite the "sausage," he commanded her to relieve his tension with both hands as compensation for calling him a "tentacle monster."

Left hand tired? Switch to right! Right hand fatigued? Switch back! When both arms failed, she had no choice but to use them together. Though recovering well after three years of illness, Ximeng's stamina still lagged behind most peers - soon her face glistened with sweat.

Three minutes long ago vanished into history as her sole desire became ending this tension immediately.

"How much longer?!"

Her right arm vibrated rapidly while her pretty face wobbled with every movement, even causing her voice to quiver.

"Almost there... almost there..."

His promise gave hope but delayed fulfillment until exhaustion overtook her. With arms aching and no end in sight, she suddenly remembered the school rumor about Mr. Wang's favorite "fruit."

Taking one desperate gamble, Ximeng leaned down and enclosed his deep red "plum" between her lips...

The instant release sent Wang Zhuo soaring into euphoria - thanking every anime and instructional video that had prepared him for this moment!

Hot streams erupted suddenly in her mouth as Ximeng frantically tried to move away... only to have the same scalding splash across her face. (To be continued.)