"Long Vacation" : a romantic saga of a city youth who sets off to pursue his dreams.
142Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8aLWx96ryC
The story takes place in 2006.
142Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWikTsDglMI
On day 1, Tinjau woke up to find himself lying naked in a strange bed. A girl, also naked, was tightly holding Tinjau's arm, resting on his chest, sound asleep.
142Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDvqJnTt8r0
The story began so blatantly.
142Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡx6eWflL4cq
Chapter One: After a One-night Stand
142Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8rh9aMB8Z2
(Ow, it hurts~) The intense pain from the right side of his head made Tinjau realize that he should put the blame on his drunken behavior.
142Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjfVdZfmLFQ
(Oh my god. When was the last time I got this drunk? Why did I get so drunk?)
142Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZAsqwyohij
He had no idea.
142Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjgDSWiYl0T
He couldn't think. Every time he try, his head is hurts and felt like it is going to explode.
142Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsCPC2vUkfl
Although the situation itself was simple: he had slept with a random girl. But Tinjau's emotions at the time were quite complicated.
142Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡefMLHRMCp2
He sighed.
142Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDSG7xDR9gD
(This is my first ever one-night stand. Is it worth celebrating?)
142Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡm0Eqdzqt7d
Tinjau didn't know.
142Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIFW7lVriRr
During a men only alumni gathering, they had discussed this kind of situation several times. The consensus was that everyone secretly wanted to experience this romantic encounter.
142Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡswxyqfT6XA
Acting cool around in bars filled with foreigners (pretending to be someone who had just lost his wife), or try to show you are sociable appearing (Some say that if you put your arm around a foreigner and say something like "Hey, Man!” Five minutes later they will treat you like their brother).
142Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfA3KAXt6Vw
Then there's using personal charisma, alcohol tolerance, or eloquence to charm a lonely, sexy lady half drunk. The process of "cooking" always satisfies the self-esteem of a man more than the act of "eating."
142Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡagzpugh8EI
Finally, armed with experience, within a very short period of time, master all the erogenous zones of your “partner”, and give your partner a peak experience they may never experience again in their lifetime.
142Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHc5aHB6r1O
If you ask why most men want to try one-night stand, the above might be part of the reason. Of course, "charisma," "alcohol tolerance," "eloquence," "experience," "talent," etc might still left much to be desired, but if you can experience about fifty or sixty percent of them, it is quite good enough.
142Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡT9JHYt7inu
But, besides the above conditions, if you would like to get the above super refreshing experience, various prerequisites have to be met and various risks have to be taken.
142Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ36Yru65xlJ
For example:
142Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcywAvbG9BR
Assuming there is no such thing as "morality" in the world (although every man is half beast, there is still another half that is human).
142Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNfJ2KSHLdx
Assuming he knows how to visually diagnose all symptoms of sexually transmitted diseases on a woman's body (and preferably she carries a negative HIV antibody test report with her).
142Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7qS3WeVaRP
If there are some “good friends” could boast about his romantic history, and do not need to bear the risk of those story will be secretly reported to his girlfriend/wife.
142Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ11JjZIgoH5
Several other prerequisites were omitted.
142Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBo2FCfdUiC
Tinjau knew that he couldn't bear the risks after a one-night stand, and he didn't have much confidence in his ability to pick up girls, so although he occasionally felt tempted, he never turned his fantasies into actions.
142Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡX5oyZshp4k
But now, at this moment, this situation had clearly happened.Imagine if one day you did something crazy that you had never dared to do before. What would be your first reaction when you regain your senses?
142Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHdoe9KpELb
Tinjau's first reaction in his heart was: Oh shit!
Second reaction: I must run away.
Third reaction: But how?
142Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡx6cZHyCdJn
The first challenge was: how to loosen her embrace without waking the girl up?
Just as he touched the back of the girl's hand, she suddenly moved, causing him to break out in a cold sweat and become petrified.
She stretched her legs, adjusted her posture, her hands clasped Tinjau’s body more tightly, and her head lowered and pressed against the position of his heart, as if listening to his heartbeat.
He notices that the rhythm of the girl’s breathing still remaining the same. She should still be asleep.
Tinjau relaxed and lie in the bed, staring at the ceiling with wide eyes, expecting her will flip over suddenly, then he can loosen up.
Waiting.
The girl's soft, deep black hair scattered on her bronze shoulders, the ends of her hair fell straight to Tinjau's chest, brushing against his skin as she breathed.
The girl's breath was warm and deep.
She sleeps as defenselessly as a child.
Feeling the frequency of the girl's breath. Every time she inhaled, her thin body would press tightly against Tinjau, and when she exhaled, part of the skin that was pressed against would briefly separate.
This constant touch and separation of their skin felt provocative.
The girl's pubic hair was pressing against Tinjau's thigh. Itchy, and a little damp.
Realizing this,
he immediately had a “physiological response”.
The thin blanket was raised like a tent.
Tinjau admired this magnificent sight self-consciously, and at the same time a sudden rush of anger burst into his heart. (Why should I escape? I, Tinjau, am a man of integrity, and I won't just slip away from a woman's bed!)
Actually, there was no reason to just think about running away in the first place. I am all grown up (thinking about this made him suddenly self-conscious: I hope she's also an adult).
He suddenly grew boldly and remove the girl’s hand without serious thinking, and lifted her head and gently placing it on the pillow. The whole process took less than a second.
She was really sleeping deeply.
...
Is a woman's sleeping face always so cute?
Tinjau never notice that before.
(Next time, he would try waking up earlier than his girlfriend. Or not falling asleep before she does.)
Tinjau thought in his heart, maybe it's just because he's inexperienced, but by her appearance, she didn't seem like the kind of girl who would easily sleep with a stranger. (Could we judge someone’s character by her face?)
What's her name?
Can't remember.
Where did we met?
No impression.
And the feeling of penetration?
Stop fantasizing! The blood flow had just returned a little bit, and now it rushed back up again.
Since Tinjau is inexperienced, he didn't know the unwritten rule that the party who wakes up first after a one-night stand should quietly slip away (The man should paid the room fee before leaving, and if the girl is still a student, it is better to leave cab fare by the bedside, but not too much to give her wrong impression that you treat her like an call girl).
This was because he had never experienced such awkward face-to-face moment before. He had a bias in his heart that he believe that “he did it without being afraid to admit it”, and to him “sneaking away” under such situation seemed to be a self-denying and irresponsible act.
He never thought that maybe it wasn't about responsibility or honor at all.
But nonetheless, Tinjau had made up his mind not to sneak away. And in order to avoid the drunkenness becoming an intentional rape, Tinjau picked up the scattered clothes and took a cold shower in the shower room to sober up.
He let the icy water seep into his bones, flowing from the top of his head to the tips of his toes. The water jetting from the shower head stimulated his skin, and the slight pain gradually pulled Tinjau back to reality.
"Did I really do it?"
There was no such memory in his head.
He looked at his palm, but there was no residual touch left.
However, identifying whether he did it or not are not relying on his memory.
The pain and numbness in his lower body were real. He must have ejaculated intensely last night, otherwise, his eggs wouldn't be faintly throbbing.
Flipping open the foreskin, it was still covered in sticky love fluid.
Tinjau sighed.
"If I really can't remember, it's a pity. ...Reconstruct that memory in your fantasy?"
Before he could start fantasizing, his member responded with congestion in agreement with this suggestion.
Just as he is about to take action, the shower curtain was suddenly pulled open by someone.
A girl stood naked in front of Tinjau.
Her delicate naked body, like a newly ripened grape with a hint of childishness, was illuminated by the soft light, contrasting with the tacky decor of the lover's hotel bathroom, with a man inside holding an enlarged object trying to play with it.
"Morning."
"Morning."
"..."
"..."
"Do you want to shower together?" He asked boldly.
Without saying a word, she walked in and closed the shower curtain.
"What you’ve just been doing, you can keep doing it.”
"What?"
"I’d like to see you do it"
"Isn't it inappropriate?"
"Or do you want me to do it for you?" When she grabbed Tinjau, he couldn't resist.
"..."
"..."
"Sorry, I..."
"Did I hurt you?"
"No. I..."
"Would you soap me up, please?"
Tinjau understood what she meant. Since this is a matter of a man's dignity, Tinjau was also unreserved in touching every part of the girl's body he wanted to touch.
But for some reason, the more he touched, the more it shrank.
She looked at Tinjau in confusion.
This is something that never happened in more than twenty years. Even though his girlfriend’s body sexiness is only one thirty-two of this girl, he had never felt so embarrassed before.
"I'm sorry...I feel really embarrassed."
"Embarrassed? We've already done it, what are you worried about?"
"Because...I got drunk last night, that's why...actually...I rarely do this kind of...one-night stand thing."
She released his hand, turned around, and began to wash away the soap from her body.I don't know if it's the result of a well-trained girl, or if there is indeed a kind of girl in the world, whose every move is naturally tempting. The girl's actions of touching her own body, though simple and casual, exude an extremely seductive appeal. It seemed that ignoring a man and revealing her body to him was more thrilling than spreading her thighs and twisting her buttocks in front of him.
Watching this beautiful scene, Tinjau seemed to enter a state of trance. But as soon as his fingertips touched the girl's shoulder, she briskly pushed him away. "Don't touch me."
"Sorry."
"...I should be the one apologizing. I shouldn't have come in." The girl turned her face, apologetically smiled. "I broke the rules. Feeling disappointed is what I deserve."
"Rules?"
"If the ‘one-night stand’ for a woman is momentary anaesthetic act of dream-seeking, she should protect the beauty of the dream carefully, and not wake up the next morning to scrutinize the man from the night before with sober eyes, hoping that the dream was not just a dream."
"Listen, if you just give me five more minutes, I'm sure-"
"That's not what I meant," she sighed, "Although I know you were this kind of man from the beginning, no, because you were such kind of man, I would only found you in that crowded bar. But I don’t know why, it still feels so sad and so powerless to see you almost completely match my guesses when you’re awake.”
Tinjau couldn't help but feel like laughing. "What kind of man am I exactly?"
"You're the kind of man who can only express your true self when you're drunk. The carefree man who laughed and drank recklessly last night, the wild beast in bed, the fragile child who cried in my arms and said he didn't want to go to work anymore, that's the real you."
"...Did I really do all that last night?"
"Judging by your expression, you don't even have any memory of last night, do you?" Before stepping out of the bathroom, she added, "You should remember."
As soon as Tinjau returned to the company, a strong hand slapped his shoulder firmly.
"Morning, Tinjau. Judging by your appearance, you didn't get much sleep last night, did you?"
"Yeah. I picked up a girl at the bar and went all night till she passed out. This morning before work, she was holding my little buddy, saying she was completely done and if I still wanted it, she had to help me out."
"Hahaha... You still have a clear mind, at least you have the energy to joke around." The colleague said, "Oh~ I am also. After the game ended, it was almost five thirty. I only slept for two hours and forced myself to wake up, it's more painful than not sleeping at all. So I went out to buy a morning paper, drink more coffee to get through it."
In the eyes of his colleagues, Tinjau was the kind of man who would rather believe it was a joke than imagine he would have an adventurous encounter.
"You're in such a good mood, did you win a lot in the game last night?" a colleague asked.
Right, last night was the UEFA Champions League quarter-finals.
"Who won? Barcelona?"Oh no! The intermittent brain damage that came out of fan instinct! Tinjau didn't watch the game at all, and it showed immediately!
"Did you, a Barcelona fan, not watch the game last night?" A colleague cast a suspicious look.
"How, how could I not! I, I fell asleep in the middle of the second half! Ahh, I have a meeting in fifteen minutes, let's talk more at lunch!" Tinjau hurried back to his seat pretending to be busy, so as not to make more mistakes.
Because the big boss also watched the game last night, the meeting scheduled for fifteen minutes later will be postponed to the afternoon.
Tinjau planned to organize the materials for the report again, but somehow couldn't find the materials anywhere. Tinjau thought maybe he was so tired that his eyes were blurry, so he decided to take a break and rest before continuing.
And that 'dreamy' experience, of course, refers to last night's adventure.
After a morning of effort, Tinjau barely managed to pick up some blurry impressions. The part on the bed, after being embellished by his imagination, became more exciting than a movie.
But what about the part before going to bed?
(Did I really drunkenly laugh at a high-end bar? Did I really nestle in a stranger girl's chest, crying and saying I didn't want to go to work anymore?)
Although these were things Tinjau often fantasized about doing in his mind, he had never actually tried them.
He had wanted to honestly tell his girlfriend a few times about his feelings towards his current job.
But in order not to worry his girlfriend, he just casually said: "It's really not easy to make a living." or "This company is not a good place to work, especially with Manager Chen riding on you like a eunuch." Such remarks were enough.
Besides, worrying wouldn't change anything, because the job was his own responsibility after all.
He had made promises to her. Even a timeline was set out. As long as he continued saving money according to the plan, they would be able to get married in a few years.
Changing jobs would depend on opportunities, and he was not at the age to quit his job and start anew. And who knows if a new job would bring more satisfaction.
When he first joined this company, wasn't he ecstatic, as if his dreams had come true?
But then the personnel arrangements were not to his liking, the boss shamelessly taking away the credit from his subordinates, and some troublemaker among his colleagues keep gossiping/ stirring. He wrote a resignation letter to get away from the troublemakers, was persuaded by the boss to stay, changed departments, and then applied for an internal transfer for better benefits (the only department in the company that does not have to work on Sundays). Tinjau's job responsibilities now were completely different from when he started.
Although each change was made by his own choice, he always felt like he was drifting along, feeling powerless.
Thinking of this, Tinjau sneered.
(Who doesn't feel this way?) he thought. (I'm not staying here just to torment myself. To give my family a better life, I am willing to endure this sense of powerlessness. Instead of crying in a woman's arms, it's better to pretend to be tough, and look cooler. Because whether you cry or act tough, you still have to go to work tomorrow.)After realizing, Tinjau seemed to relax, raised his head and finished the coffee in his cup. But then, he was startled by what he saw in front of him, spitting the coffee from mouth to all over the ceiling.
The girl from last night actually found her way to Tinjau's company.
ns 15.158.61.5da2
