My One-Night Romance with the Little Nurse (Celebrity Adult Novel)

The story begins in the summer of the Olympic Games. I still remember it very clearly. It was July 1st, a Tuesday. It was a normal day. I signed two business deals, had dinner with my clients, went home, took a shower and went to bed. Then something happened. I suddenly felt severe pain in my lower abdomen, which was unbearable. I had to call 110 for an ambulance, and I was sent to the nearby China-Japan Friendship Hospital. I was still conscious when I was carried into the emergency room. The nurse on duty, Junko Ono, caught my attention, not because of her Japanese name, but because there are always Japanese doctors and nurses doing exchange internships in this hospital. What surprised me was her appearance and expression, which were so deeply familiar. I tried hard to search my memory, and the pain seemed to ease a lot. And so, I lay on the operating table.

My illness is simple, acute appendicitis. The doctor on duty who performed the surgery was also Japanese, and his name on his name badge was Ichiro Sato. When the first cut was made, the severe pain made me scream. When I opened my eyes, I saw the scornful gaze of Nurse Ono. At this moment, I finally remembered why this young nurse looked so familiar. Memories are like a flood that has been opened. I clenched my teeth and didn't say another word. After finally sewing the last stitch, Nurse Ono suddenly cried out, "Oh my God, I forgot to call the anesthesiologist!" "Baka!" What followed was a roar and two slaps, and the nurse's cheeks suddenly swelled up. "Doctor, please don't blame Nurse Ono. I insisted on not using anesthesia." I excused the nurse in my broken Japanese, "No one in my family ever uses anesthesia for surgery."

I stayed in the ward for five days. I never saw Junko Ono again. The nurse who changed her dressing told me that Dr. Sato was going to revoke her license. Fortunately, I said some nice words to her and she was only asked to reflect deeply. During these days and nights, my first love and Nurse Ono kept appearing in front of my eyes alternately. Twenty years ago, I was admitted to a local university in the west of the city and soon got a girlfriend. She was a beautiful and pure girl, and I loved her very much, but she was not satisfied with me. In those days, it was fashionable to play guitar, do ballroom dancing, and talk about Sartre and Freud. As a special sports recruit, I never liked studying and I was even more disgusted by the petty bourgeoisie.

Finally, my girlfriend fell in love with a talented guy in the Chinese department who talked about "existence and nothingness" all the time. I decided to solve the problem the manly way, but ended up in the police station for fighting. I will never forget my girlfriend, no, to be exact, the contemptuous look of that talented man's girlfriend. Later, China and Vietnam fought a war in the Nansha Islands. Later, I did not participate in the graduation assignment and joined the army to Chigua Reef. Later, I retired from the army and opened an auto parts store with a few comrades.

The clock on the wall told me that midnight had passed and July 7th had arrived. I forced myself to clear the overlapping images of my first love and Nurse Ono from my mind and fell into a deep sleep. In my dream, I once again returned to May 1942, to the Cross Ridge in Taihang Mountains. The earth was shaking, the sky seemed to be burning, and Japanese devils were pouring in from all over the mountains and plains. I was exhausted, leaning against a tree stump, the blade of the broadsword I held tightly in my hands already bent. I held the knife diagonally to the lower right, with the back of the knife facing the enemy. A Japanese soldier rushed over, and I swung my knife hard to the upper left. With a "bang", the Japanese soldier's rifle was knocked away. Without waiting for my opponent to recover, I chopped him down with my sword.

At this time, another Japanese soldier rushed over. Before I could draw my sword, I was stabbed in the armpit. The Eighth Route Army would rather die than be captured! I used up my last bit of strength, hugged the devil and rolled down the cliff.

Every July 7th, I have this nightmare again and again. In the dream, I can never tell whether it is me or my grandfather. Every time, I woke up in a cold sweat, and this time was no exception. I opened my eyes and found that the light in the room was on and Nurse Ono was standing in front of the bed.

"I'm sorry, you were screaming so loudly just now. Is your wound hurting?"

"It's not the wound that hurts, but my heart. It's all because of you Japanese." I didn't give the Japanese nurse a good look. Of course the young nurse couldn't understand it correctly.

"It's like this. I really troubled you with the anesthesia that day. I've always wanted to apologize in person, but I don't know how to express it in a profound way."

"Ah, it's really hard to get you Japanese to apologize. So now you know how to express it?"

"Yes, please give me this chance, please."

Nurse Ono brought out a basin full of warm water, wrung out a towel, unbuttoned my shirt, and began to wipe me gently.

My body was sticky because of the cold sweat, and this kind of scrubbing made me feel very comfortable. I closed my eyes and enjoyed it, my thoughts going back to Cross Ridge in 1942. My grandfather did not die after jumping off the cliff. A few days later, a village girl carried him back from the pile of dead bodies. His life was saved, but one of his legs was broken and the old doctor in the village amputated it with a carpenter's saw. Grandpa almost fainted from the pain, but he didn't even cry out.

Everyone in the village said that the Eighth Route Army was truly amazing. Later, that village girl became my grandmother.

Nurse Ono continued to work. My pajamas were untied and a warm, wet towel was moved across my lower body, slowly moving toward my inner thighs and groin. I felt my whole body weakened and one part stiffened, but my will was not weakened.

During the breakout at Shizilin, the Eighth Route Army headquarters suffered heavy casualties. Thousands of people in government offices, logistics departments, and schools were trapped in the siege, with cliffs in front and brutal Japanese pirates behind. In order to avoid falling into the hands of the enemy, those with guns stayed and those without guns jumped off the cliff.

The deep valley was filled with the sounds of objects falling and colliding, including those of elegant scholars and young girls. Facing the enemy, they chose dignity. The streams were dyed red, and the valleys were littered with the corpses of men, mules and horses. I sat up suddenly and angrily ordered the Japanese woman: "Untie my underwear and wash it there too!"

The young nurse trembled all over, said nothing, lowered her head meekly, and rubbed my crotch with her small hands through the thin underwear. I felt hot all over and it was hard to resist. Under the skillful rubbing of the young nurse, the penis has swelled to an enormous size. Nurse Ono gently pulled down my underwear, and my erect cock immediately jumped out. The young nurse shyly held the huge stick and rubbed it gently and skillfully. Although I have not been married and there is no shortage of women around me these years, I never thought that masturbation could feel so wonderful. The Japanese are so dedicated! Seeing my penis getting bigger and bigger, I couldn't bear it anymore, so I grabbed the little nurse's chin and squeezed it gently. The little nurse opened her mouth. I pulled her in front of me, and my thick penis was stuffed into the Japanese woman's mouth.

Nurse Ono held the upper part of the penis in her mouth and sucked it gently, and her soft tongue skillfully licked the swollen glans. "It feels so good." I was intoxicated in the continuous warmth and itch coming from my penis. I looked up and saw a graceful figure on the dim wall with her buttocks sticking out, leaning over a man's crotch, swaying up and down rhythmically. Japanese women are just different! For some reason, every move of Nurse Ono makes me extremely excited. While she was rubbing my swollen scrotum, she was stroking the base of my penis. The thing in her mouth was getting bigger and harder. I lay down, letting my thick penis go deeper into the Japanese woman's throat, and enjoyed the gentle and meticulous Japanese service with peace of mind.

The young nurse opened her mouth wide, took the penis deeply into her mouth, and worked hard to speed up the movement. My penis was wet, the desire in my chest grew stronger and stronger, and I began to gasp loudly. Finally, I couldn't stand such stimulation anymore and I sat up involuntarily, holding down her head which was moving up and down, and inserted my thick penis deeper into her mouth, reaching her throat. She began to dry heave violently, but I was completely intoxicated by the pleasure brought by thrusting into her warm and wet mouth. I didn't care about the Japanese woman's feelings at all. I just held her head and continued to thrust violently. The pleasure is getting higher and higher.

In the beautiful silhouette on the wall, the pretty nurse's cap was pushed down and pulled up again and again, more and more urgently and faster and faster. Suddenly, everything came to a halt. I held the little nurse's head tightly and pressed it against my crotch, and a thick stream of semen spurted straight into the depths of her mouth.

The young nurse was panting, holding her hands, and the semen in her mouth slowly flowed down.

"Please forgive me for not serving you well. Can I go back to the duty room?" After cleaning my lower body and her own face, Nurse Ono asked timidly.

"Bitch, do you think this is over? Take off your pants, lie on the edge of the bed, stick your ass up and wait!"

By the time I finished drinking a glass of water, the Japanese woman had already prepared as instructed. She supported the edge of the bed with her hands, pulled her skirt and panties down to her feet, raised her white and plump buttocks high, and her pink labia were wet with spring water.

Seeing this, my penis became as hard as an iron rod again. I held the young nurse's waist with both hands, pressed between her wet labia, shook it a bit, and with a "pop", the whole thing went in. With a cry of "Ah", the young nurse trembled all over. The pain brought by the forced insertion of the huge penis made her heartbroken. She clenched her teeth and tears welled up in her eyes. I thrust in and out frantically several times. The tight vagina of the Japanese woman made me extremely happy, and an unprecedented pleasure spread throughout my body. I took a deep breath, stopped, and pulled out half of my penis, feeling the feeling of being tightly wrapped by a woman while giving the poor Japanese woman some time to catch her breath and adapt.

Japanese women lie down like dogs. Looking at the white buttocks, plump thighs, and white transparent stockings, I was extremely excited and slowly resumed twitching. With repeated exploration and tolerance, the strange bodies gradually became familiar with each other. The pain is disappearing, leaving only new excitement and incomparable joy. The little nurse's vagina is getting wetter and wetter. The adaptability of Japanese women is truly unparalleled in the world! Her entire upper body went limp, swaying with my thrusting, and streams of vaginal fluid flowed down her white thighs. However, this was just the beginning. As I thrusted wildly, waves of heat rolled over her, sending her to orgasm after orgasm. The young nurse was completely crazy. She stood on tiptoe, half opened her mouth, pushed her snow-white buttocks, and struggled to meet the impact of the Chinese man.

I became more and more courageous as the "pa pa" and "pop" sounds of flesh colliding and rubbing against each other. Finally, the people of China and Japan achieved common prosperity. Streams of semen shot deeply into the Japanese woman's vagina. The little nurse closed her eyes, her cheeks flushed, and she gasped and trembled.

I lay tiredly on the bed. Nurse Ono cleaned me up, dressed me, then cleaned herself up, snuggled up to my crotch, and stroked me gently.

"You are so brave and strong, you must have been a soldier."

"Yes, I, my father, and my grandfather have all served in the military, but only my grandfather has fought in the war against you Japanese."

"Oh, so that's how it is! I'm so sorry for causing trouble to your country during the war." The young nurse slowly moved to my crotch. "My grandfather was also enlisted in your country, but he was only there for a short time. He was in the Itagaki baggage train, and they all died in a place called Pingxingguan. His legs were blown off, and he escaped by lying on the ground pretending to be dead."

"Really? Why didn't he commit seppuku?"

"He did, when he was defeated. But as soon as the tip of the knife cut his skin, he fainted out of fright. That's how my grandfather lived until the Tanaka era."

"It's nothing. That Hideki Tojo was so scared that he couldn't hold his gun." I didn't want to talk about the Japanese devils because my penis started to get hard again. "Junko, how many men have you had?"

"Ah, well, of course there is only one fiancé."

"Is this Dr. Sato?"

"Um."

I became excited again, imagining that the serious Dr. Sato might be in the duty room at this moment, and might open the door to check on the patients at any time. I pulled the little nurse onto my body, kissing her and stroking her thighs which were wrapped in thin white stockings.

"Tell me, who is better, me or Satou?"

"Well, Japanese men work very hard, so they are naturally not as good at that. But Sato took good care of me. He bought me several vibrators."

"Bah, Japanese men are so fucking despicable." I continued to caress the little nurse's thighs, and with my other hand I unbuttoned her seductive nurse uniform and began to rub her breasts hard. "If you had to choose, would you choose me or Satou?"

"How can I say this?"

"You Japanese people, do you still feel embarrassed? Speak!"

The Japanese woman didn't say anything in the end. She just stood up, skillfully took off my pants, carefully straddled me, held my cock, aimed the glans at her vagina, and slowly sat down on it. After a tremor, the huge penis has penetrated deep into the body. The strong stimulation immediately spreads throughout the body, and the little nurse can't help but moan. I grasped her breasts and squeezed them at will. The strong stimulation generated from both top and bottom makes a woman's sense of shame go to waste. The young nurse opened her eyes slightly and closed her mouth, intoxicated in the crazy carnal desires. On the snow-white wall, a beautiful figure leaned forward on the man's body, jumping up and down happily, endlessly. The Japanese woman's body was getting hotter and hotter, and she was leaning more and more, and her face was almost buried in my broad chest. Having never experienced such free and active intercourse, the young nurse kept twisting her buttocks, feeling the pleasure and stimulation from her lower body, and was completely lost in the storm of carnal desire. While I was skillfully caressing her snow-white breasts, I was enjoying the pleasure of the cock going in and out of her tight vagina. The Japanese woman worked hard and soon reached a state of madness. With a loud scream, the wet vagina spasmed and tightly clamped my huge rod, and the little nurse's entire upper body collapsed softly.

For me, this is not the end. I turned over, pressed the young nurse under my crotch, spread her legs apart, and knelt between them. The Japanese woman's legs are soft and smooth, and her tender red lips are trembling slightly. My thick and hard penis skillfully pressed against the woman's paradise. Taking a deep breath, I leaned over and hugged the woman's smooth shoulders and back, pushing my firm hips forward firmly. She knew what was coming was coming, so she obediently raised her buttocks and let out a long sigh, allowing my penis to invade, no, enter, at the best angle. I put my tongue into her mouth and sucked it. The young nurse felt dizzy and she hugged my broad arms tightly. Through the thin flesh-colored stockings, her legs were tightly wrapped around my waist, and she tried to match my rhythm.

The long night is about to pass and dawn is breaking in the east. During the July 7 Incident of 1937, my grandfather, a top student at Yenching University, gave up his pen in anger and joined the army. And today, seventy-one years later, I married a Japanese woman in the ward of this so-called friendly hospital. I started the final sprint without reservation. In this airtight ward, everything else in the world no longer exists. The warm and humid air was filled with only the man's heavy breathing, the woman's charming moans, the creaking of the soft bed under the weight, and the "pa pa" sound of wet bodies colliding with each other. Finally, the woman under his crotch had another spasm, and a stream of clear water gushed out of her vagina. I fought hard, faster and harder. With the deepest insertion, a stream of hot semen shot straight into the woman's body. I continued to thrust, and with streams of semen spurting out, Sino-Japanese relations finally returned to normal.

When I came out of the bathroom, Nurse Ono had already tidied herself and the bed. The young girl huddled at the foot of the bed, her face sad and charming. I felt pity for her and put my arms around her delicate shoulders.

"Junko, marry me. I will always make you happy."

"Huh? How could this be? Satou and I are engaged."

"What is an engagement? An engagement is meant to be torn up." I lifted the little nurse's chin with one hand and kissed her mouth. With my other hand, I restlessly reached into the girl's panties and rubbed her wet vagina.

"Look, this place belongs to me."

"No, Sato thinks it belongs to him."

"Nonsense, this place belongs to us, China."

"But it does belong to Japan now."

"Chinese."

"Japanese."

"Okay, Junko, arguing can't solve any problems." I pulled off the little nurse's panties, spread her legs, and pushed my thick penis into her again. "Let's put aside our differences and develop together."

A year later, my shop had a gentle and humble young proprietress who stood at the door every morning and bowed to thank the first customers who came. I kept my mouth shut about her background. All we knew was that she was Japanese and had worked as a nurse.