He had learned for the first time that pleasing a woman, allowing her to achieve happiness, was the most wonderful feeling, an ineffable touch of emotion.
Chen Xueru also felt for the first time that the affairs between men and women were not as ugly and unbearable as she had imagined. She was even able to take the initiative to match his movements, perhaps feeling his treasure, feeling his patience; her heart melted, and her body no longer resisted him.
"Does it feel good?" he whispered in her ear with a laugh, Chen Xueru's cheeks burning, she merely clung to his shoulders, too bashful to respond.
It wasn't until it was all over that the afterglow lingered on for a long time, and their heavy breathing slowly subsided. It turns out it wasn't that repulsive; it was, as he said, a beautiful thing indeed.
He had twisted her deep-seated disgust and perception of such matters.
