Even with the mask on, unable to see the woman's face clearly, he could feel her tense body and the sound of her shallow breath—
Bowing her head, a trickle of fresh blood slowly emerged, dripping onto her fair, snowy skin, like blooming plum blossoms in a field of snow.
It must have been painful. She even braced her hand against his chest, her fingertips slightly tensing.
But the next second, she resolutely got up and left!
In fact, to this day, he still didn't know whether his encounter with that woman counted as his first time.
He definitely made contact with her, and indeed, he had her "maiden blood". But a complete act of procreation should end with the final union, shouldn't it?
He had entered only once, only broken through her constraints, and then it ended. He didn't understand whether this counted as his first time.
Even if it did, he had no impression of that woman whatsoever. When he thought back, all he felt was anger.
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