The sun failed to arrive where it should have been. After bidding farewell to the moon, it slipped into the cabin, slowly pushing me into the dark corners—places only the moon could see. Here, Jason’s fingers stirred the night, gushing forth from my pink flesh, spreading over my underwear, my heart, and my mind, shaking my waist and causing my crossed legs to tremble, rub, and part. The line between reason and indulgence became blurred, with the latter swallowing the former whole, shattering my tightly-held composure. I pushed him away, even though this scene had played out repeatedly in my heart, always accompanied by pink roses.
“Oh no, too fast… Ha…”
“Then I’ll go slower…”
“Ah! Not like that…” I tiptoed to evade his fingers, just as I would in my game of hide and seek with the moon. The moon had been watching all along, hiding outside several portholes, now boldly kneading my breasts.
“Is it itchy here? Maybe here?”
“Ah-ha… Mm-mm… Mm-mm… Mm-mm… Ah-ah-ah—” I covered my mouth, leaning back into his arms, my taut belly trembling uncontrollably.
“Look! You’ve wet my shorts,” Jason pointed to the bulging part of his shorts, “What should I do? It’s this wet, and I have no clean ones. How will I go ashore when dawn breaks?”
As he spoke, warm liquid continued to flow from my petals, a rhythm only I could feel, spilling over the edges of my triangle bikini, trailing along the curves of my inner thighs. At that moment, Beauvoir’s theory seemed somewhat ludicrous—how could a woman live without resembling one?
Jason’s gaze seemed to detect something. He crawled from all sides, pushing into my underwear, pressing me down in his embrace, clinging onto me tightly with his sculpted, magnetic chest. My fingers were guided along those shining fields, caressing and drifting together with my heart. And my trembling lips— I was aware of their shyness, wanting to kiss yet being afraid he would notice.
“Mm…” he tucked my stray hair behind my ear and lifted my chin. His fingers were thick, yet I could hardly feel their presence.
“Siyao, tell me, why are you so beautiful?”
“Mm… Sweet talk… So annoying.” I lowered my head again, my outstretched arm bouncing back as soon as it touched his body.
“Siyao,” he grasped my wrist and pressed it behind him, a powerful jolt coursed from my toes to the top of my head, “Siyao, this is the sea, and tonight you can’t escape.”
“What are you planning to do…”
“Of course, I’m going to have you…”
“Pervert… Let go of me… Ah!”
Jason swayed back and forth, reminding me of the jazz music I’d heard in a bar in Los Angeles—sturdy and elastic. Although merely a slow impact, it dried my throat and glued my eyes shut. I instinctively raised my hips to evade; at the same time, I gritted my teeth and prepared to confront him. Jason’s movements became more vigorous, the contact lasting longer. Each time, that round object cultivated from the hollow just beneath my underwear upwards until it retreated, brushing against my navel. After dozens of rounds, I found myself wrapped around his waist, moving together faster and faster, vibrations echoing like thunder. My brain pressed on the accelerator; I was riding on a fast-moving train, dancing a solo samba—“Ah ah ah… oh—”
“Don’t be shy, baby,” he held me tightly in his arms, kissed my forehead, and tidied my stray hair until I stopped trembling. “Did you come again?”
I pinched his butt hard.
“Come on, touch it,” he pulled down his shorts, “Don’t be scared.”
The black and pink, or rather, the black stripes pressed against the pink stripes, and this triangular bikini was easily lowered, perhaps it had never been tied properly. Did it matter? I didn’t know. The darkness was my veil, and the moonlight illuminated my legs parting in an M shape, my toes, my garden soaked with sweat and fluid. Beneath the wall of the cabin bedroom, Picasso’s ‘Les Demoiselles d’Avignon’ displayed a silhouette of another woman—one who was held down by a man, her nipples perky, hovering like a spring bird waiting for a long, cylindrical interrogation of sunlight.
Unfinished marketing plans, deep green Excel sheets, which heels I wore on interview day, those cold wooden sushi, the subway in 吉祥寺, the taste of matcha in Kyoto, where is mom, where am I, why did I agree to date him? He’s kind of handsome, Jason isn’t a bad guy, I kind of like Jason, that painting seems a bit crooked, the used utensils aren’t cleaned yet, I almost fell into the sea while fishing at noon, “Oh no,” where are you, mom? How’s Xiao Xing’s boyfriend? Did I turn off the gas? Dinner seems a bit… “Ah!—Ah-hm—” I cried out together with her, that silhouette, looking at each other; she seemed hard to speak. Her breasts, if not for her man holding them, would likely bounce to the sky. “Ah-ha… mm-hm—” Although I couldn’t see her face, I could see her satisfaction. I followed behind her, mimicking her, battling the man for my own breasts. I followed behind her, copying her, spreading my legs. Oh god, what now, we looked at each other, the silhouette of that cylindrical object still had half to go.
The moon emitted a strange laughter mixed with the wind as it lifted the black veil over my face. He saw me, what now? The woman on the wall looked at me again, unblinking. Her bobbed hair danced like a magpie from early spring.
“Oh—” My prince, please cherish your woman, heed her moans. Please leave me a sliver of strength, draw forth your horn. I’ve known I couldn’t escape tonight. If it weren’t for loving you, I would never have accepted the invitation. So please don’t… please… don’t… not that me, even though I want to, you want to. But after all, I am a woman, a little Greek woman, who cannot withstand your Spartan horn. I have willingly accepted your plunder, there will be many days to come, so please slowly… “Oh oh oh”… slowly reclaim… please do not… “Oh oh oh…” My prince, please… not… “Oh god! Ah… Hm-mm-hm-hm… I can’t… I can’t… stop… ah! — Ah! —” The woman on the wall arched her back, resembling a bridge. I followed behind her, imitating her. The silhouette of that cylinder disappeared, only to reappear again, shoulder to shoulder, face to face, hand in hand, cheering each other on. The man’s erection almost lifted her; I asked her if it was hard; she smiled and waved her hand saying it was fine.
“Hm-mm—Hmm-mm-mm-hm-hm-hm—“ My prince, please do not pity your woman, ignore my pleas. Please that me, that me hard. No matter how I call, do not fall for my trick. Woman to the left, woman to the right, please know. No matter how I call, no matter how I plead, please that me, knock me down; please that me, that me to scream. No matter how I howl, no matter how I plead. Please do not look into my eyes; just rush into my nest of love. A woman’s gaze is a deceiving potion, please ravage the lying body, dismantle the siren’s secret paths.
I propped myself up with my elbow, slightly lifting my sweat-drenched upper body. She followed behind my butt, mimicking. We both laughed. Who knew she suddenly spread her legs wide; I returned the gesture in an exaggerated fashion. We both laughed.
“Siyao, your tight pussy is too much.”
“Ha-ha-ha—mm-mm-mm—” The man’s vulgarity compelled us to unleash our best shot. The woman on the wall and I exchanged knowing glances, parting our legs to show pride that could rival a man’s.
“You dare glare at me? I’ll make you regret it!”
“Ha-ha—ah—ah ah ah ah… I can’t take it anymore… no no… ah-hah—”
The holes broke, and the baby’s room was about to collapse. I cried out, screamed, stretching out my arms, entangling my fingers with the woman on the wall. I said to her, “Let’s get pregnant together.” She nodded, saying, “Okay.”
“Ah!— I’m done… I’m dead…”
Then Jason collapsed, and with a thud, he pinned me under him. The clock, the air conditioner, the cup, the wet underwear, the triangular bikini… all returned to their original positions.
“Splash, thud thud,” my belly finally deflated as desired. He held me; I held him. He was reluctant to withdraw, I wrapped my legs around his waist. Unbeknownst to me, God had heard my wish, and the woman on the wall was being fucked all night long.
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