The Elf-like Girl (Transformation Series Adult Novels)

It was a Saturday last winter. My wife took the children to a hot spring resort in the suburbs for a company activity. I had to work half a day in the city for something. Unexpectedly, at noon, the heaviest snow in years fell, and in half an hour the snow was more than a foot thick. Since the road was blocked, they would naturally not come, and they were happy to stay overnight and continue to enjoy the open-air hot springs in the snow. After I finish the work at hand, I feel a little empty in the evening. On weekdays, I serve my boss at work and take care of my wife and daughter after get off work. Now that I have this moment of free time, how can I not be eager to do something?

The snow had stopped at this time, and when I went out, the cold air was particularly fresh. Almost subconsciously, I came to the largest dance hall in the city. I believe everyone in this forum knows about this kind of place. Most cities have it and it was very popular in the past. It has a smoky and foul feeling and is known as the "poor man's paradise". But the important thing is that there are many people, it is free and casual, or in today's words, it is down-to-earth. There is no pressure and you can relax completely. There are often some young shop girls hanging around there after get off work, and if you're lucky you might run into one or two top-notch ones. However, in recent years, the quality of dancing girls has declined significantly. Frankly speaking, I have long been disappointed with this place and have not been here for more than a year. But this "poor ghost paradise" does have a kind of magic that makes people unable to stop, as if there is always a glimmer of hope, which makes people feel itchy after being away from it for a long time.

This time, I was surprisingly not disappointed. Maybe it was because I came at the right time, or maybe it was because my vision and taste had changed, I actually felt that there were still some girls I could look at. There was a tall girl wearing a black T-shirt and jeans. She was very sexy and had a well-proportioned figure, which was quite attractive. But my eyes finally stopped on a girl of medium height and pretty appearance. It's really useless to say this. No matter how much I yearn for tall women with big breasts and a round butt, when I really have to choose among a group of women, I will always choose the one who is the most beautiful, purest and most elegant, and never the one with the biggest breasts.

Let’s talk about today’s heroine. The girl was wearing a light yellow bat-shaped shirt and had light and delicate makeup on. She looked very pure and delicate. Her chin is slightly upturned, revealing two dimples when she smiles, and there is a bit of Yang Yuying-like sweetness between her eyebrows. Except for her hands which are not very slender, she can almost be said to be of top quality in such a place. I asked her to dance without hesitation. Before the song was over, he was taken into the private room. The most rare thing is that this 19-year-old girl, born in 1994, is very good at chatting, or maybe we really get along well, and we chatted for two hours without realizing it.

Let me give you a general idea of ​​the situation. Her name is Qian, and she is from a neighboring province. Her father is a worker in a steel factory and her mother runs a small business. She had just graduated from a technical secondary school in the city, studying graphic design and dance - I saw a graduation photo of her in school uniform on her IP4S. She said she had tried many jobs, including working as a designer in a decoration company, working as a customer service representative in an insurance company, and later working in the nightlife scene, working as a princess in a bar, and working as a hostess in a nightclub, but she couldn't stand drinking too much - although some customers were very generous, she absolutely couldn't do without drinking. Later she came into contact with dance halls and found it pretty good. It was free and most importantly, no one forced her to drink. She said that in addition to dancing here, she also learned to play the piano and pipa at a nearby training school every morning. It was her sister who forced her to learn.

Maybe it’s because I’m wearing a shirt and look gentle, so I look a little special in this “migrant workers’ paradise”. All in all, Qian was in a particularly good mood to chat that evening. She said she hates boys to chat her up, and that someone hit her up after get off work last night and scared her half to death, and today someone also hit her up while she was reading at Carrefour. I looked at her WeChat, and there was a picture she posted today. It was a picture of a horse standing backwards with an egg underneath, and it said, "I hate men who always try to chat me up on the street. Get out of here immediately." I was so happy.

The technical secondary school where she studied was actually near the university where I attended. She talked about how perverted the students in our school were, and how she was often hit on when she was studying there. The girls in the dormitory found that some college boys were looking at them with binoculars and got very angry. There is a graduate student who has been pursuing her. He is now in Beijing. He came to see her not long ago and had dinner together, but she doesn't like this man. There was also a small boss who kept trying to persuade her to work in his company as a secretary, but she felt that he had ulterior motives and did not dare to go. When you are a girl in your 18s or 19s, you will feel a little resistant to men who fly around like flies.

I talked to her about men's psychology, human evolution, and even quoted Pan Jun's words and Nash's story. She listened carefully. This is a very considerate girl. She talks almost incessantly, without thinking or reservation. Maybe this information is all false, but I would rather believe that it is all true. Of course, I also talked a lot, including some of my experiences and insights growing up, and I didn't even tell a lie. We exchanged phone numbers and added each other on WeChat. This is the first time since I ended my single life that I left my phone number and told others my real name in such an occasion. It’s incredible to think about.

Of course, I didn't come to a place like this just to find someone to talk to. If you just want to chat, there are already many beautiful women in real life. She said that when she woke up one morning, her sister said, "Give me a kiss, let me cherish you," and also touched her breasts, which made her feel very disgusted. I held her head up, blew gently in her ear and said, "I want to cherish you too." I kissed her small, tender lips and even said, "I want a passionate French kiss." Of course she resisted and avoided me, but in the following period of time, taking the opportunity to have intimacy with her became my main focus. I kissed her cherry lips many times and also touched her wet tongue, which brought a faint sweetness of a young girl.

Later, I kept trying to put my hands into her clothes from the front and back, but she pushed me back strongly. The biggest achievement was that one time I held most of her breast and pinched her nipple, and she cried out. Her breasts should be B cup, peach-shaped, and very firm. She was wearing a thin chain on her chest. I picked up the pendant and said, it's very beautiful. She said, this only costs a dozen dollars, why do you all say it is beautiful. I said, it depends on who wears it, it is really beautiful. He then smiled wickedly and said, "Do you know there is another reason?" She asked, what? "Because when you pick up the pendant you can just touch here slightly," she said, reaching in and grasping her breast again. She laughed so hard that her whole body shook, and fell into my arms: "What a person you are!"

Sometimes I pretended to be lustful and leaned over to peek at her inner beauty from her collar. She then lifted up my collar and looked inside, and touched me through my shirt, and said, "Are your nipples big? No, they are not big." I said, you touched me, I want to touch you too, taking advantage of the situation, I went over, pushed her to the corner, and kissed her. Maybe we were chatting too much, or maybe I am shy by nature and felt embarrassed and couldn't bear to be too frivolous. During this time, I also held her and sat her on my lap, but her head was higher, making it more difficult to get close to her.

Then two hours passed by unknowingly. Before she came in, she said 100 yuan per hour, and I gave her 500 yuan. She was a little surprised, and there seemed to be some emotion in her eyes. The two of them seemed reluctant to part. She talked a lot, even about washing clothes, saying that one must wash one's own underwear, etc. She was as innocent and cute as a little girl. When she left, she held my face and told me softly to wear more clothes because it was too cold outside. She also said that I could come to see her when I had time in the future, and it didn't have to be here, it could also be nice to watch a movie or something. Although naive, it makes people feel real tenderness. Although I am not lacking in tenderness and only seek beauty, I still enjoy it very much.

After we separated, I put on my clothes and watched her from a distance. No one asked her to dance yet - perhaps her appearance was not popular among the migrant workers. After I went out, I sent her a text message: "Are you busy?" "No." It was already past ten o'clock, and I suddenly felt a special sense of pity, and also a kind of heartache that I might never see you again if I left you tonight.

I couldn't help but send another text message: "It's too cold, let's treat you to a midnight snack."

She replied: "I'm not hungry. It's too late. I'll get fat."

"Then I'll take you back."

"No, I'll just stay for a while and then leave."

Standing under the eaves at the corner of the street, she sent another text message: "You should go back and rest early, and be careful on the road." This feeling was not that of a man and a woman who met by chance.

I also replied emotionally: "On such a quiet, cold, snowy night, it would be so wonderful if I could continue to chat with you, hug you, and kiss your dimples!"

"You can write poetry? Haha," she replied.

After thinking for a long time, he finally made up his mind and said, "I'm worried about you. I'll wait for you outside the door. No matter how late it is, I'll take you home!"

She replied: "You, you."

Soon she appeared at the door, wearing jeans and long boots, which set off her slender waist and perky butt, making her look light and handsome. She is wearing a white down jacket, has flowing straight hair, and a beautiful smile. She looks more youthful, full of sunshine and vitality. At that moment, I thought of my college days, when I was waiting for my girlfriend downstairs of the girls’ dormitory. After leaving the ambiguous environment of the dance hall, I felt a little strange for a while. And in my heart, an idea emerged and became clearer and firmer. Even on this cold night, you must hold her tightly and never let this lovely elf slip away.

I don't know how to express it. The topic and atmosphere of the evening had been following an ambiguous line that was close to love, and it was difficult to change it for a while. I was even more afraid that my abruptness would scare her and that she would never have another chance. "I'll take you home," I said, and then asked casually, "Do you live alone?" So I found out that she lived in an apartment not far away and shared it with three other girls, and I felt a little disappointed. The streets after the snow were not particularly cold. Sometimes the wind blew, and the snowflakes on the ground and trees were lifted up and flew all over the sky.

The two of them hugged each other and walked aimlessly, occasionally covering her ears with his hands, and there was silence for a while. Later I whispered in her ear, "I really miss leaving you. How about we find a place to sit, have a drink, or watch a movie?" "Are there any movies so late?" "Yes, there are even all-night shows." I was ecstatic, stopped, hailed a car, and went to the nearest cinema. I won’t go into detail about the process of watching the movie. If I continue to talk about it, I guess this article will not be suitable to be posted on SIS. The two hugged each other, like friends who had known each other for a long time, and did not do anything else. The movie was pretty average, and maybe it was just too late, I didn't know when I fell asleep in her arms.

When the movie ended, I opened my eyes and found that she had just woken up, her eyes were still sleepy, and her cheeks had a hint of girlish blush. I said, "We are so sleepy, let's find a place to rest." She smiled embarrassedly and said nothing. Maybe it's because I just woke up and haven't reacted yet. Fearing that something might happen, he quickly took her hand and ran straight to a four-star hotel across the street. When we reached the door, she hesitated a little, pulled my hand and refused to leave, lowered her head and asked in a low voice: "Are we coming here?" I said firmly: "Yes, his home is not bad, have you been here?" She said: "No", then looked up and looked at me steadily: "Then don't bully me!" "Don't worry," I agreed without hesitation. "Then let's make a pinky promise." "Pinky promise!" They hurriedly put their four fingers together. I felt the warmth from my fingertips, and in my heart, I felt only excitement, thrill and anticipation. Now that you're here, it's no longer up to you.

She followed me into the room. With a "click" the door was locked. Before inserting the power card, he turned back and kissed her on the door. She probably didn't have time to react, and with a hint of shock and fear, she even said "no" and turned her head away subconsciously. Unfortunately, he only said half of the second "no" before his lips were blocked. My upper body was pressed against her chest, and I hugged her with my arms. She struggled and twisted as hard as she could, but the space was small and she had nowhere to hide. She clenched her teeth tightly, but how could she resist the persistent exploration of my tongue? As soon as she relaxed, my tongue pushed in and touched that wet, sweet little tongue. The defense line between her lips and teeth collapsed. After a passionate and sweet kiss, her body gradually softened. Between gasps, he whispered in her ear: "You don't know how much I like you. I want you to be my woman." During the continuous passionate kisses, he freed his hands to take off her down jacket, and used his right hand to rub her left breast through the thin wool sweater. Xiao Qian was already a little confused and distracted at this time, and the floor in the room was very hot. She didn't take off her coat, but was sweating profusely, her cheeks were flushed, her body was bent, and she was panting heavily.

Soon she took off her sweater and my coat, so there was no need to say anything. Without having time to unbutton, he reached his hands under the bra and finally grasped the pair of bunny-like breasts. Her little nipples had already become hard, and she couldn't help it any longer, so she pushed up her bra, and a pair of little pigeons came out, glowing white in the dark room. He leaned over slightly and put the hard little grape in his mouth. Xiao Qian let out an "ah" and clearly felt her body straighten up. She looked towards me and her head was slightly raised, her lips slightly open, her chest heaving, and she was panting softly. I held one breast in one hand and kneaded it, and held the other in my mouth, licking, sucking, or biting half of it. The breasts of a 19-year-old girl are so beautiful, like new bamboo shoots after the rain, like warm jade, like lively and docile doves, with a sweet fragrance. This feeling is really hard to describe.

While attacking her breasts in turns, his left hand was around her slender waist from behind, and his right hand was unbuttoning her pants and belt from the front, reaching into her lower abdomen. Xiao Qian subconsciously used her hands to block it in confusion, and in an instant she reached the softest part. This place was already wet as a mess. I gently inserted my fingers into the soft and moist flesh. After just a few strokes, Xiao Qian couldn't help but let out an "ah". She collapsed, her head resting on my shoulder, leaving only a confused moaning sound. I was so excited that I didn't want to give up. I held her and lay on the warm floor, taking off her jeans and black silk panties. Xiao Qian no longer pushed or resisted at this time. She was like a docile lamb, letting others do whatever they wanted. The girl's body is fully exposed, with her firm breasts, flat belly and sparse pubic hair. Under the light of the snow and moonlight outside the window, she seems to be glowing with a layer of holy light. Gently lying on her, kissing her lips, her face, her neck, her ears, her breasts, every inch of her skin.

His lower body had already become as hard as iron, pressing against the softest part of his body. His hands held her slender, strong waist and perky buttocks. She raised her body slightly, spread her legs, and the hard cock pushed in. Her pussy was so tight and tender that even though it was already wet, as soon as the glans entered, Xiao Qian began to beg in a tender voice: "It hurts, it hurts, be gentler." She tilted her head back, her brows slightly furrowed, her lips half open, looking even more seductive in the dim light. Although I tried to be gentle, I couldn't control myself. As she screamed "Ah", my entire penis was inserted into that warm and moist place, and the hole was tightly wrapped around me. It was wonderful. A hot current quickly rushed through my body and I almost lost it. Pull out the penis, then slowly insert it, feeling the penis pushing apart layers of tender flesh and stretching the tightness of the hole, like a plowshare sliding through the spring mud after rain. After several rounds of this, Xiao Qian began to hum again, twisting her body, like a beautiful flower blooming beneath her. I held her two tender round buttocks with my hands, and felt her arching her body upwards, so I increased my force and thrusted deeply each time, reaching the heart of her flower. After several rounds, Xiao Qian changed from her previous shyness and couldn't hold back any more. She hugged my waist tightly, her fingernails almost digging into the skin on my back, and her buttocks were thrust up and down in a fast rhythm, while she moaned in her mouth: "Faster, faster." I sprinted forward with all my might, and streams of semen gushed out. We both fell to the ground, softened into a pile of mud.

The solid wood floor was slightly warm, warming my exhausted body which was almost falling apart, and it felt very comfortable. She lay on my chest, her beautiful eyes slightly closed, her chest heaving. I stroked her hair with one hand and gently grasped her tender white breasts with the other hand, with my palm just touching her nipple. I asked, "Are you comfortable?" She raised her pink fist and hit me lightly and said, "You are so annoying. You promised not to bully others. Now you are so bad!" I said, "Who made you so beautiful?" Then he went over and put his arm around her shoulders and kissed her softly. After making love, her cherry lips looked even more delicate, soft and moist, exuding the sweetness and fragrance unique to a young girl. The two of them kissed gently, like greedy children, without stopping.

I lay there for about half an hour before getting up, closing the curtains and turning on the lights in the room. Under the bright light, her snow-white body was as beautiful as a flawless piece of white jade, spotless and spotless. The ground was covered with our scattered clothes and underwear, as well as a small trace of semen or vaginal fluid that had been dried by the geothermal heat. The two of us smiled at each other. She hit me shyly and ran to the bathroom like a light butterfly. He quickly stood up and followed him in. While bathing together, I once again looked at this perfect body under the light and in the mist, and could not help but marvel at the magic of the Creator and the beauty of youth. She has fair and smooth skin, a well-proportioned body without a trace of fat, a flat belly, a slender waist, straight legs and a slightly raised round butt. What a rare beauty!

The most admirable thing was the breasts that I had kissed countless times and the mysterious valley between the legs. Even though I had played with them for so long, the beauty of the breasts still shocked me deeply when I looked at them closely under the light. That kind of natural, slightly upturned look is probably only possessed by girls of this age. Not to mention that her skin is white and tender, her nipples are also pink and tender, and her areola is very light. I had never seen such white and tender breasts, and I couldn't help but put them in my mouth again. Kiss all the way down to that mysterious place. Her labia were also pink and tender, tightly closed, hidden under the sparse pubic hair, like a shy little flower about to bloom. Having seen too many black fungi, I actually don’t like women’s private parts, but at this moment I couldn’t help but kiss it. She refused and said, "No, it's dirty." I said, "It's so beautiful and not dirty at all." There was really no peculiar smell at all, but rather the unique body odor of a young girl. Of course, I am not good at licking women's vaginas. After only a few minutes, I saw that she had responded and began to moan. Her vagina had already opened slightly, wet and hot, so I stood up and attacked her upper body.

Later, I asked her to squat and gently pressed her head under my crotch. My little brother was already standing erect. I touched her delicate lips with my little brother. She understood and looked at me with some embarrassment and shyness, but finally she took it in her mouth. Suddenly my body tensed up and I took a breath. Xiao Qian's soft lips and tongue were stroking my penis, with occasional light touches of her teeth. Although it seemed a little strange, it was an ultimate enjoyment. She raised her face, her eyes were blurred, her beautiful eyes were slightly closed, her face was rosy, and she looked pretty with a hint of childishness. Watching his thick penis going in and out of her delicate cherry mouth, he felt an indescribable satisfaction and pleasure. At the same time, an inexplicable pity and love rose in his heart. Finally, he gently helped her stand up.

The bathroom was slippery, and after half a bath, half foreplay, he helped her to the sink and hugged her from behind. She bent down slightly and stuck out her buttocks. With a "click", the rock-hard penis was inserted between her plump white buttocks, starting a new round of pleasure. Seeing the somewhat lewd expression on her young face in the mirror and watching my rough black hands rubbing those two white breasts, I thought that at that moment it would be worth dying for. She was probably extremely stimulated and soon she was moaning and speeding up the rhythm of her body. If the first time was a swift conquest, the second time, I intentionally wanted to prolong the time so as to savor this beautiful body. So he made up his mind, pulled her out of the bathroom, turned off the lights in the room, and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window. She put her hands on the railing, stuck her butt out, and I entered from behind again.

Outside the window is a vast white world. A crescent moon hangs in the cold and dark blue sky, and sparse lights are still on in the high-rise buildings in the city. The light of snow and moon reflected on her white body and round buttocks, highlighting her curves. Watching all this, the iron rod under his crotch went in and out between her snow-white buttocks. The splashing sound of the vaginal fluid, the slapping sound of the collision, along with her gasps and screams, echoed in the empty snowy night.

It was still not as warm in front of the floor-to-ceiling window as in the room, but the two of them were already sweating profusely. Afraid of catching a cold, I finally returned to the white, soft bed. This time, the crazy lovemaking lasted for nearly an hour, and almost all postures were used. Finally, I let her lie on the bed and shot a lot of semen in my favorite doggy style position. The two of them collapsed on the bed again, and Xiao Qian was more like a warm and boneless spring mud.

I don't know how long it was, but in a half-awake state, I heard her say, "You are my second man, do you believe it?"

As early as when we were chatting in the dance hall, she said that she had a boyfriend when she was in school and they were together for a few months before graduation. She blurted out, "I believe it, of course I believe it." Perhaps because her tone was a little casual, she started to sob. He quickly put his arms around her shoulders to comfort her and kissed the tears from her face. Suddenly, she broke free, put her arms around my shoulder and bit me hard, causing me to scream in pain. She let go and said slowly: "Actually, I have only had sex with him three times. I didn't understand anything at that time, really. I don't want anything from you, I just want you to remember me!" I was also very moved when I heard it, and hugged her tightly. I didn't move until she began to breathe evenly. I held her delicate breasts in my hands and fell into a deep sleep.

It was almost noon when I woke up. When I opened my eyes, Xiao Qian was smiling and looking at me with her head tilted. After a night of lovemaking, she looked more moisturized, and her pretty face became more charming. She had already put on her underwear, a pair of black silk panties and a bra, which made her skin look as white as jade and her figure look slender and sexy. My little brother immediately responded. After coming back from the bathroom, I lay on the bed, hugged her from behind, and held the pair of breasts that I had held all night with my hands again. After some kissing, caressing and whispering, he pulled the black panties half down from behind and pushed the penis in between the buttocks. The valley was already slightly wet. After stroking it several times, he finally pushed it in, and there was another round of lovemaking that was beyond words.

After taking a bath and getting dressed, and about to go out, he noticed that Xiao Qian's legs were very unnatural when she walked, and he smiled mischievously. Her face turned red with shame, and she clasped her hands together with her pink fists, saying angrily, "It's all your fault. You're so bad. You made my vagina pierced and it hurts when I wash it." At noon, I invited her to a nearby Japanese restaurant and had a big meal. I was starving myself, it was such a physically demanding job. After reluctantly saying goodbye, he went home, and soon his wife and daughter also came back.

After returning to normal life, I felt excited but also a little worried. I think she knows my phone number and name, and has added her on WeChat. What if she gets close to me? Forget about getting close to her. If my wife finds out about any call or text message she sends me, I'll be doomed. However, everything I worried about did not happen, and I gradually felt relieved. It has become a habit for me to check her WeChat every day, occasionally sending her a private message to say hello, but never commenting.

She often posts some photos, which are all the usual themes of girls of this age eating, drinking, playing and having fun, as well as scenes of their studying and living in school. I remember a photo of her wearing a school uniform. Her body looked thin under the loose blue and white sportswear, but it couldn't hide her youthful and girlish charm. I often wonder, is this the woman who once went crazy under me? I even felt confused, wondering if that tender and romantic snowy night was real, or was it just a dream?

Sometimes, the longing sprouts inadvertently like spring grass, but it all ends with a private message on WeChat. One weekend afternoon, when I went to the 4S shop to pick up my car for repair, I suddenly missed her very much. I impulsively called her, but she didn't answer. About half an hour later, the phone rang. Her voice was extremely clear, like a silver bell, and seemed to reveal a hint of shyness and timidity. She said she was washing clothes just now and didn't hear it; now she is walking outside. I said, I just wanted to invite you to have lunch together. I asked again where she was going, and whether she was going to Carrefour to read. She said, yes, to have a meal and to go shopping and buy a skirt in the afternoon.

After hanging up the phone, I saw that the sun was shining brightly and thought about going over to see her, or even taking her for a ride in my car. But in the end I didn't have the courage. After a while, my wife called and said there was something going on at home, so I went back. My wife is a very good person. Her character, appearance, and talent are all first-class. She treats me very well. I don't think we can separate in this life. I feel ashamed just thinking about it. Even if I become rich and powerful one day, and my wife is generous and considerate enough to let me take a concubine, even if I can give Xiao Qian material wealth, I can never give her pure love.

What's more, I am just an ordinary person among the countless people. The only difference is the infatuation. I can't give her anything. Xiao Qian is still young and could have an intoxicating love and a happy family. Why should I mislead and harm her? Sometimes I am very proud of myself for having such rational thoughts, and sometimes I feel the helplessness of life and feel sad. Time flies, and one day, I found that my WeChat account had been blocked by her. I sent many verification requests but received no response, and when I called her, I was told that her phone service was out of service.

I know that this elf-like girl is completely lost in my life. I know this day will come sooner or later, but I still feel heartbroken.

At the beginning of the new dynasty the following year, there was a new atmosphere and a new look everywhere. Many of the previous places of joy suddenly turned green. On a rainy evening in early summer, I walked to the door of the dance hall without noticing. It was locked and there was a sign saying "Temporarily closed".

The previous gentleness, prosperity, and the mystical sounds and colors are gone. On the roadside of a nearby old neighborhood, women who looked like migrant workers were standing in groups of three or four, holding umbrellas in the rain and whispering to passers-by. They all wore heavy makeup, had vulgar faces, and were fat, almost disgusting.

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