The life I like

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After hesitating for a long time, unsure where to post this, I finally decided to post it here. I've read many similar posts on ****, and honestly, there are quite a few with similar writing styles or plots. I want to try a new writing style. This article isn't entirely a made-up story or a novel created out of thin air; most of it is based on my real experiences. Many of you in this forum may have had similar experiences. If you don't mind, you can add me on QQ to discuss it. Also, this is my first time writing, so please forgive my poor writing style. First, I think I should start by introducing myself. I can't reveal my real name; "Axi Zai" is my nickname and the online name I've always used. I'm from Maoming, Guangdong, and currently work in Guangzhou. I'm 30 years old and married. I'm not a womanizer. I graduated from university at 22 and married my wife at 24. We have a three-and-a-half-year-old son. Before marriage, I had never had any sexual experience; I was a genuine virgin. My wife is two years younger than me and is from Kunming, Yunnan. My wife was a virgin when she married me. She had a very strict upbringing, and like me, she was so innocent before marriage that she had never even watched porn. It's embarrassing to admit, but because we both lacked sexual knowledge, we didn't have sex until six months after our marriage. That time, my wife felt a lot of pain down there and bled quite a bit, but despite the blood, I felt unsatisfied. Later, my wife became increasingly uninterested in sex, always finishing quickly just to appease me. We never saw a doctor, and I don't know if this is frigidity. After our daughter was born, she was even more like this; sometimes we only had sex once a month. Meanwhile, as I've gotten older, my libido has become stronger. After each time we have sex, I want a second, a third, even a fourth… Sometimes I find it unbelievable. People say that after thirty, a man's energy declines sharply, but I'm more energetic now than when I was seventeen or eighteen. I really, really want to have a satisfying sex life; this thought has been suppressing me. Of course, I can't go to a prostitute, not only because of my status and job, but also because I am, after all, a married man and a father of a three-year-old daughter. I'm not saying our relationship has faded, but sexually, my wife simply can't satisfy me. Our relationship feels more like familial than marital, and sometimes I can sense her guilt about it. Sometimes I confide in my friends about my private matters, even though it's embarrassing, because I really need to talk about it. Some friends told me that sex swapping is popular now, and sometimes it can stimulate the sexual desire of both partners. Later, I researched online and learned more through various channels. It turns out there are many variations of sex swapping: direct swapping, one king and two queens, group sex, one woman with multiple men. Honestly, during that time, I felt like I was entering a vast new world. It seemed like a safer option, and more acceptable to my wife and me than going to prostitutes. My wife disagreed with sex swapping, which was expected. Later, I learned that most sex swapping attempts fail because of wife opposition; women, ultimately, are much more conservative and traditional than men. I can't force my wife to do something she doesn't want to do, especially having sex with a strange man. Sex swapping is simply not feasible for us. Although we could never participate in explicit sex games, I developed an incurable interest in group sex, especially the idea of sharing a woman with multiple men—one woman with many men—which I found addictive. I started frantically downloading group sex movies and novels. It was around this time that I discovered the sex section of Liuyuan (a Chinese online forum), though I remained a lurker. I wanted to join some private group sex clubs, but that was almost impossible. Every group sex club was themed around explicit sex and required members to bring their wives or girlfriends, which I could never convince my wife to join. In my spare time, I would look for QQ groups, hoping to find people with similar interests, but like private clubs, most group sex groups were themed around explicit sex, and joining required video verification—men had to expose their penises, and women at least their nipples—which I couldn't do. I'm rambling a bit; this is the first time I've written so much, I'm a little unaccustomed to it, sorry. In April 2009, by chance, I joined an adult group called Lily Outdoor Leisure Sports Enthusiasts. Later I learned that QQ had recently cracked down on adult-themed groups, removing many such groups, leaving the group owner with only a name that was completely unrelated to adult topics. This group was newly created; the group owner's username was BJ Happy, and like me, he enjoyed group sex. The group didn't require members to bring their wives; its purpose was to provide a place for people with similar interests to connect. Initially, our group was very lively, growing from a dozen or so members when I joined to over two hundred in just two months. However, without exception, everyone in our group was a single man, or a single man like me whose wife wasn't cooperative—not a single woman. Of course, this didn't hinder our communication. Sometimes we shared torrents, sometimes pictures, and sometimes even group sex novels. Later, as more people joined, BJ Happy decided to screen members, kicking out those who were inactive or of low character, and making the group a closed group, limiting the number of members to around 200. Besides BJ Beijing and Ah Xi Zai, the more active members of the group include Spicy PK Bro, Duck Manly Bro...,We added each other as friends on QQ. In June, a male member with the screen name "Duoduolong" joined the group. This guy wasn't active, nor was he always inactive; he was online every day except weekends, but he didn't talk much. It seemed like he preferred to observe what others were saying rather than share his own thoughts. He would occasionally post a few pictures on weekends. In mid-June, BJ was quite busy with work and sometimes couldn't go online for an entire week, so he promoted me to administrator to manage the group for him. It was around that time that Duoduolong asked me to invite someone to the group, saying that person was a friend of his. I agreed without thinking, but later I found out that the female netizen I invited wasn't Duoduolong's friend at all; she was actually his wife. Duoduolong's wife's screen name was Lanqier. Both Duoduolong and Lanqier are from Chengdu, Sichuan. Duoduolong and I are the same age, both turning thirty this year, while Lanqier is two years younger than him. The group, which was originally a lively chatterbox, suddenly exploded with the arrival of a beautiful woman. Everyone was eager to chat with Lan Qi'er, and the group had never been so vibrant. Lan Qi'er's conversations with other users were sometimes quite heated, but Duo Duolong rarely chimed in, and sometimes he was simply offline. For a long time, Duo Duolong and Lan Qi'er refused to reveal their relationship, and I don't know why. In mid-July, Lan Qi'er and I became increasingly close, and sometimes she would chat with me privately. Gradually, I began to learn about some of her and Duo Duolong's private matters, and of course, I also shared some of my own private matters with him. Their situation was the opposite of mine. It turned out that Duo Duolong suffered from premature ejaculation, which he had been trying to treat for many years without success. Every time they had sex, it ended too quickly. Lan Qi'er, on the other hand, was a woman with a very strong sex drive. Over time, like me, they both felt that the disharmony in their sex life was like a mountain pressing down on their chests, making it hard to breathe. Lan Qi'er and her husband, following a friend's advice, wanted to find some casual sex or group sex activities to spice up their sex life. Coincidentally, the first online group Duo Duolong found for this purpose was our Lily Outdoor Leisure Sports Group. Duo Duolong initially used his own QQ account to chat in the group, but Lan Qi'er was later attracted to it. Eventually, Lan Qi'er joined the group herself, and they even bought a separate laptop so they could chat together sometimes. Lan Qi'er sent me photos of herself and Duo Duolong, taken in Mount Emei. In the photos, Lan Qi'er wasn't a conventionally beautiful woman, but she was very tall and voluptuous, with large, round breasts. Most appealing was her skin—typical Sichuan woman skin, fair with a rosy glow, so tender it seemed to glow. Duo Duolong was a large, strong man, with a gentle appearance, looking like an honest person. If Lan Qi'er hadn't told me, I really wouldn't have guessed that Duo Duolong was short. She's a very straightforward woman, and honestly, I kind of like her straightforwardness. Sometimes she would say, "Brother Xi, it would be great if our two couples could be separated. I'd marry you, and your wife could stay with my husband." That would be ideal, of course, and I'd be happy to do it. But of course, it was just wishful thinking. I already had a wife and daughter, and she loved Duoduolong. Lan Qi'er invited me to Chengdu for a few days several times. I knew what she meant. To be honest, I really wanted to go to Chengdu and make love to her for a few days, to have a fulfilling, heavenly experience. But I refused at that time, saying I was too busy with work. Work was indeed very busy, but the main reason I refused was that I couldn't get past my own conscience. By early August, Lan Qi'er was messaging me less and less privately. As time went on, she found several other online friends she got along with. PK Mala Tang Xiong and Ya Zi Meng Nan Xiong were chatting with Lan Qi'er in the group almost every night. After Lan Qi'er, I opened the group for a while, and later several female netizens joined. However, these female netizens weren't as active in the group as Lan Qi'er. They mostly lurked, only occasionally popping up on weekends to say something casual. Even these few female netizens were the objects of the group's male members' eagerness to please. By the end of August, BJ Happy started logging on more often, and the new female netizens gradually became familiar with everyone. A female netizen with the screen name "Konggu Youlan" (meaning "Orchid in the Valley") began to be active in the group, and she chatted particularly well with the group leader, BJ Happy. Coincidentally, Konggu Youlan was also in Beijing. I got along very well with BJ Happy, and sometimes on weekends he would invite me and Konggu Youlan to chat until four or five in the morning. Gradually, I learned that one of them lived in Haidian District and the other in Dongcheng District; they had already met and had sex several times. BJ Happy and Konggu Youlan's relationship was quite different from Lan Qi'er's and mys; their focus was directly on sex, and they didn't pry into each other's privacy. I admit, compared to them, Lan Qi'er and I were absolute newbies online, very, very newbies. Konggu Youlan sent me her photos. She looked to be in her early thirties, not very tall, but very voluptuous. Compared to Lan Qier, her breasts were larger; the word "enormous" would be most appropriate. Her skin was very fair, but not like Lan Qier's rosy white; it was snow-white. Her face was quite pretty, very well-proportioned. I guessed she was a middle school or university teacher, not because of her black-rimmed glasses, but because she had a strong scholarly air about her in the photos. It was clear her attire and clothing were carefully chosen; she was trying to conceal her identity, but her scholarly air was undeniable. BJ Kuaile, who had already made love to her several times, said she was at least thirty-six or thirty-seven, and definitely a married woman—a respectable woman with a strong sex drive who liked to cheat. I believed BJ Kuaile's judgment. I knew beforehand that BJ was different from me. He'd been with countless women, so he didn't need to look at their faces. During sex, he could judge a woman's age, occupation, etc., based on her clothing, perfume brand, vaginal tightness, orgasmic performance, and even her body odor, with negligible error. At the end of August, Kong Gu You Lan and BJ Kuaile were getting very close. She proactively suggested to BJ Kuaile that he organize a group activity in Beijing one weekend, so that several group members in Beijing could meet and get to know each other. Of course, they made this suggestion privately. BJ Kuaile, of course, knew what a group activity should include. Kong Gu You Lan was being subtle, but frankly, she wanted to organize a group sex party—a group sex party, of course. There were quite a few members in the group in Beijing, about a dozen in total, but apart from Kong Gu You Lan, they were all men. This presents a problem: if so many men participate in the activity while there's only one woman, there won't be much to do. Kong Gu You Lan can't possibly fight against a dozen men alone. If they're going to participate, they'll participate together; if not, no one will. If they don't participate, it'll just be a meal, some drinks, and then everyone goes home. BJ Kuaile conveyed this idea to Kong Gu You Lan, who made a condition: all male members who wanted to participate should send a photo so she could choose. This was a reasonable request. BJ Kuaile verbally notified the dozen or so group members in Beijing via private message, and without exception, everyone signed up and quickly sent their photos to BJ Kuaile. To BJ's surprise, after seeing the photos, Kong Gu You Lan selected eleven people, including BJ Kuaile. For this activity, Kong Gu You Lan wanted to find twelve casual sex partners. BJ Kuaile was a worldly man, but he had never seen a woman with such a voracious appetite. BJ Happy handled all the preparations. Honestly, this was the first time the group had organized a group sex party, and there was a lot to do: finding a venue, figuring out how to split the costs, contacting everyone. BJ Happy was incredibly busy, but very happy. Three rules were agreed upon: First, all expenses would be split equally among the participating men. Second, no recording, no prying into other people's privacy, and the secrecy of the event must be guaranteed. Third, everything must be done according to the woman's wishes; no coercion. The date was quickly set. On the day of departure, surprisingly, only seven out of eleven people showed up, eight men including BJ Happy. It seemed that Kong Gu You Lan wasn't participating in this kind of event for the first time. She had deliberately chosen more people, which taught us a lesson: men who talk a big game in the group might not actually dare to play; they're just looking for the most fun. There are quite a few like that. Later, BJ Happy kicked them all out of the group. But eight men to one woman was still too many. BJ Happy borrowed a villa from a friend in Yanqing County, a suburb of Beijing. The villa was large and not in the city, so the event wouldn't be so conspicuous. I have to commend BJ's excellent social skills and his efficient work ethic. Everything was arranged perfectly. The eight male online friends only used their screen names: BJ Happy, Duck Man, Scholar, Caterpillar, A Yong, A Jian, Big Hammer, and Little Smoker. Duck Man had a 12-seater Toyota. Everyone waited for him at Xizhimen before leaving, and then they rode in his car. Kong Gu You Lan went to Yanqing alone first. They met up at noon for lunch, then spent the afternoon exploring Yanqing separately, and had dinner together again. That evening, Duck Man first took the male friends to their villa, and then returned with BJ Happy to pick up Kong Gu You Lan.BJ Happy initially thought meeting everyone would be awkward, but the Beijing group members were definitely different from those from other places; every guy could chat. On the way to Yanqing, the eight of them talked non-stop, even more enthusiastically than in the group chat. The three rules they had agreed on—no prying into other people's privacy—were broken down as soon as they got on the bus, chatting away like brothers. Duck Man is a restaurant owner; Scholar, Caterpillar, and A-Jian are three college students still in school; A-Yong and Little Smoker are white-collar workers; and Big Hammer works in a travel agency. Of course, everyone kept their real names and other information confidential. Everything went smoothly, and before 7 pm, they all arrived at the villa BJ Happy had borrowed. The villa was new and large, three stories high with many rooms, and tastefully decorated with European-style furniture. It had a swimming pool, garage, and garden—a true mansion; it was rare for him to find such a suitable place. The villa's swimming pool was beautiful, and Kong Gu Youlan suggested everyone take a swim first. The weather in Beijing was still quite hot at the end of August, so a swim was indeed a good idea. However, apart from Kong Gu Youlan who brought a swimsuit, no one else had brought swimming trunks. The villa wasn't exactly close to Yanqing city, and going to buy them would be a hassle. Kong Gu Youlan quickly changed into her swimsuit—a bikini. To be honest, a bikini was perfect for Kong Gu Youlan's voluptuous figure. She wasn't wearing a bra, and her two large breasts, encased in the swimsuit, accentuated their alluring contours. Her nipples were also quite large, standing out prominently even through the swimsuit. She had some extra fat on her abdomen, which gave her a slightly older look, but this flaw didn't detract from her overall beauty. Her hips were round and large, yet perfectly proportioned. Most striking were her black-rimmed glasses; wearing them, Kong Gu Youlan possessed both the beauty of a virtuous woman and a touch of seductive allure. Unfortunately, Kong Gu Youlan had to swim alone in the pool, while the others could only watch from the sidelines. BJ Happy laughed when he saw this. The guys' eyes practically popped out of their sockets, their crotches bulging. After swimming for a while, Kong Gu You Lan, being stared at by eight men, felt a little embarrassed. "Aren't you all going to swim for a bit?" "Well, we didn't bring swim trunks. It's okay, we'll wait for you." "Do you have to bring swim trunks to swim?" Kong Gu You Lan muttered softly, then started swimming. This made BJ Happy realize, "Right, who says you have to wear a swimsuit to swim? What are we here for?" He stripped down first, then called to the others. Duck Man and Big Stick took off their clothes without hesitation. A Yong and Little Smoker thought for a moment and then took theirs off too. Only Shu Sheng, Mao Mao Chong, and A Jian hesitated, being young after all. "If you're here to have fun, you should let loose," BJ Happy said, and they took off their clothes and went into the water. On the way, everyone's figures weren't showing when they were clothed, but once they were naked, their physiques became apparent. Of the eight, A-Jian had the best physique, with a body full of solid muscles and an impressive six-pack. BJ later said the kid might be an athlete, perhaps a sports specialist. Next was A-Yong, who also had a well-proportioned physique and solid muscles, though he was a little shorter than A-Jian. It turned out he was a fitness enthusiast. Shusheng and Mao Maochong were both quite thin. Shusheng had exceptionally good skin, even whiter than a woman's, with a fair and delicate appearance, and handsome features. Mao Maochong had darker skin, wasn't very tall, had thick lips, and a large nose. Ya Zi Mengnan and Da Bangchui were both quite fat, especially Ya Zi Mengnan, whose belly was quite prominent. Da Bangchui also had a belly, but he was the largest of the eight, nearly 1.9 meters tall, so he didn't appear particularly fat. Xiao Yanqiang and BJ Kuaile were about the same height, neither fat nor thin, with some abs, but not very noticeable. At first, everyone was a little awkward, just circling around Kong Gu You Lan. Later, it was BJ Happy who started flirting with Kong Gu You Lan first. After all, they were quite familiar with each other and had made love a few times. BJ Happy was a good swimmer. He supported Kong Gu You Lan's waist with one hand while swimming, and caressed her body with the other. He gently kissed her earlobe. When it came to flirting, BJ Happy was definitely a top expert in the group. Encouraged by BJ Happy, everyone began to gather around Kong Gu You Lan. When they got close, everyone could smell Kong Gu You Lan's faint body fragrance. This fragrance was especially intoxicating. It wasn't the fragrance of a virgin, but a mature woman's fragrance, elegant and indescribable. Everyone gently caressed Kong Gu You Lan's body. She was breathing rapidly; she was truly a sensitive woman. Everyone got into the mood so quickly, which surprised BJ Happy. He gently unbuttoned Kong Gu You Lan's swimsuit, and a pair of fair, smooth, and ample breasts were revealed to everyone. Kong Gu Youlan's nipples were large and red, like two ripe autumn dates fallen on two piles of white snow against her snow-white breasts. Duck Man and Big Stick each suckled one of Kong Gu Youlan's beautiful nipples, their flirting skills adept, stimulating her breasts little by little with their tongues. After a while, Little Smoker pulled down Kong Gu Youlan's swimming trunks. Kong Gu Youlan was now naked, surrounded by eight equally naked men in the middle of the swimming pool. Her pubic hair was thick and bushy. The pool lights weren't very bright, and her most intimate parts were intermittently revealed, making her even more alluring. Scholar and Caterpillar didn't immediately separate Kong Gu Youlan's thighs, but instead held her on the water's surface, kissing her thighs, inner thighs, and calves. A Yong and A Jian were particularly interested in Kong Gu Youlan's toes, gently sucking on each one. "Mmm, mmm, mmm..." Kong Gu Youlan closed her eyes, almost all her erogenous zones being stimulated simultaneously by eight men, and she couldn't help but let out comfortable moans. BJ Happy said he would never forget that scene. One woman and eight men were perfectly united in the water. Kong Gu Youlan was lifted onto the surface, like a mermaid, or like the pure moon's reflection in the water, while the eight men supporting her were like stars, surrounding the moon. Next, they separated, circling Kong Gu Youlan. Kong Gu Youlan hugged each of them once. The "duck hunk" and "big stick" were still not satisfied with Kong Gu Youlan's large breasts; they even lifted her out of the water and played with her two pairs of ample breasts for a while. This water-based sexual game continued until after nine o'clock. Of course, during this time, BJ Happy opened several bottles of red wine, and everyone rested and played, eating, drinking, and lodging—BJ Happy had taken care of everything. However, a big problem arose when they took a bath. The villa had three shower rooms, but each one was quite small. Everyone wanted to have a romantic shower with Kong Gu You Lan. However, the largest shower room on the first floor could only accommodate a maximum of five people at a time; even one more person would feel cramped. In the end, Kong Gu You Lan decided that BJ Beijing, Ya Zi Meng Nan, A Jian, and Shu Sheng would shower with her on the first floor, while Da Bang Chui and the other three would take turns showering in the two shower rooms upstairs. BJ didn't expect that the ensuing four-on-one water battle would be even more exciting. The shower room on the first floor was the largest in the entire villa, complete with a shower, bathtub, and dressing table. BJ had made arrangements in advance, thoroughly cleaning the entire bathroom and applying perfume. The bathtub had been disinfected, and all the toiletries were newly bought and replaced; everything was clean and smelled wonderful. Kong Gu You Lan, BJ Beijing, Ya Zi Meng Nan, A Jian, and Shu Sheng all entered the shower room naked. The bathtub was large, but it couldn't accommodate five people. After some discussion, it was decided that Duck Man, Scholar, and Orchid in the Valley could soak in the bathtub together for a while, while BJ Happy and A-Jian would shower first. They couldn't see clearly in the water, but the bathroom lights were bright, and now the men's "tools" were clearly visible. Surprisingly, the thinnest of the four men had the longest penis—about a finger and a half long even when flaccid, and more than two fingers long when fully erect. However, like the man himself, it was white and thin, with a bright red glans. Duck Man's was much shorter but very thick, the thickest of the four, and quite dark. It's said that the penis resembles a person's appearance and build, and it seemed true. BJ Happy's penis, in his own words, wasn't anything special—not particularly long or thick—but he had exceptional stamina and could last a long time. Because of this, BJ Happy didn't lack long-term casual partners; they weren't after his money, but rather his incredibly stamina. Ah Jian's penis was short and not particularly thick, even when fully erect, it was several sizes larger than the scholar's when flaccid, which didn't quite match his strong and muscular physique, quite surprising us. The air conditioning in the villa was on full blast, and the bathtub was filled with warm water prepared by BJ. Kong Gu You Lan leaned against the male duck's chest, sitting on his lap. All three of them lay in the bathtub, the male duck reaching out from behind to put his arm around her waist. Kong Gu You Lan seemed somewhat languid, and the scholar was gently washing her body. There was a lot of foam in the bathtub, and Kong Gu You Lan's large breasts looked like a pair of big, white steamed buns, half-hidden in the foamy water. The scholar couldn't resist parting the soap and gently biting her nipple, "Silly girl." Kong Gu You Lan hugged his head tightly, wincing slightly in pain.The muscular man's hands were also restless, wiping Kong Gu You Lan's body while touching her sensitive areas. Unlike the inexperienced scholar who was so rough, his movements were always just right, gentle and skillful; he was definitely a veteran of the arts. He made Kong Gu You Lan feel very comfortable, and she simply closed her eyes. "Mmm, mmm, ah...""The moans of Konggu Youlan were quite distinctive, soft like humming, as if she were suppressing herself, or perhaps building up something, waiting for an climax. BJ Kuaile and Ajian quickly finished showering, but the three in the bathtub showed no signs of finishing. The two of them simply stood up. Konggu Youlan opened her eyes, just as she was being pleasured by the male prostitute stroking her erogenous zones and the scholar sucking her breasts, when she suddenly saw the two men's penises hovering in front of her. She grabbed Ajian's penis and started stroking it for him, while she simply used her mouth to give BJ Kuaile oral sex." BJ Happy has been with many young girls and mature women, and the feeling of oral sex from young girls and mature women is completely different. Young girls don't know how to control the rhythm or match the man's emotions; they just go all out. But oral sex from mature women, especially those with rich sexual experience, is a rare treat. They know how to control the rhythm, preventing you from ejaculating too quickly or too slowly. They even match the changes in the penis inside to match the man's emotions—all of this is masterful. Kong Gu You Lan's oral sex skills are the best of all BJ Happy's partners; it's practically perfect, every time he does it, he's in ecstasy. This isn't the first time BJ Happy has received oral sex from Kong Gu You Lan; they do it almost every time, and each time Kong Gu You Lan brings him a unique pleasure. In BJ Happy's words, the feeling is better than heaven; BJ Happy is almost obsessed with Kong Gu You Lan's mouth. Ah Jian didn't last long. In the shower room battle between four men and one woman, he was the first to finish, ejaculating quickly. Kong Gu You Lan's masturbation skills were also quite good. As for BJ Kuaile, he was indeed the super-endurance type. Kong Gu You Lan kept giving him oral sex until she sat on the lap of a muscular man, but he still hadn't ejaculated. In the end, he had to finish hastily. To conserve Kong Gu You Lan's energy, everyone helped dry her off and carried her to the living room. The other four men were already wrapped in towels and sitting on the sofa in the living room. After swimming for a while and taking a shower, they all felt a little tired, so all nine of them wrapped in towels and sat on the two sofas in the living room to rest for a while. BJ Kuaile took out some prepared fruit from the refrigerator, including cherry tomatoes, pears, and bananas, and poured everyone a glass of red wine. Everyone ate fruit and chatted and laughed. Kong Gu You Lan reclined in Ah Jian's arms, looking lazy. She didn't eat anything, just drank some red wine. She didn't join in the men's laughter and just kept laughing. Kong Gu Youlan, perhaps having just taken a warm bath or perhaps drunk a little red wine, had a slightly flushed face. Her skin, normally snow-white, now had a rosy glow, adding to her alluring charm. Time passed quickly, and it was eleven o'clock. The moment everyone had been waiting for had arrived, but another problem arose. The villa had many rooms, but none had a bed large enough to seat so many people at once. If they took turns having sex with Kong Gu Youlan like they did during the bath, it would defeat the purpose of group sex, which should involve everyone. Finally, the scholar came up with a clever idea: everyone pulled up the sheets from the rooms and spread them on the floor of the first-floor hall. This way, they could play on the hall floor—clean and spacious enough. Kong Gu Youlan agreed to play together on the floor. After everything was arranged, A-Jian carried Kong Gu Youlan to the ground. However, how to play with so many people was still a problem. Finally, Kong Gu Youlan decided to first give each of the four men—Mao Mao Chong, Da Bang Chui, A-Yong, and Xiao Yan Qiang—69 oral sex, and then proceed with group sex, resting when tired, regardless of the number of times. Everyone accepted this decision. The first to do 69 with Kong Gu Youlan was Mao Mao Chong. Mao Mao Chong wasn't tall and was as thin as Shu Sheng, but his penis was quite large, a bit thicker than Shu Sheng's, but not as long. The funniest thing was that his penis was as dark as his skin. Mao Mao Chong and Kong Gu Youlan were in the woman-on-top position. Everyone else stood very close, wanting to get a close look at Kong Gu Youlan's most private parts. Caterpillar was somewhat rough, and the young man was rather impatient; he hastily pried open the labia majora of the secluded orchid. Apart from BJ, the other seven men were seeing the secluded orchid's private parts so closely and clearly for the first time. The scholar, Caterpillar, and A-Jian might even be seeing the inside of a woman's vagina for the first time in their lives. Later, I saw it for myself, and Kong Gu Youlan's pubic hair was indeed very alluring. She didn't have much pubic hair, and it was soft and yellowish, growing sparsely along the inner thighs. Her labia majora were a very bright red, a color difficult to describe, completely different from that of a typical mature woman. A woman's labia majora usually darken with age. Kong Gu Youlan's labia majora were so bright red, like those of a virgin. Her clitoris was quite large and very sensitive; every time I licked it, her whole body would be stimulated. The only slight flaw was Kong Gu Youlan's vaginal opening, which was indeed very large. Even with two fingers inserted, she didn't feel any pain, indicating she had considerable sexual experience. Having just showered, Kong Gu Youlan's pubic area was very clean and had no odor. Caterpillar had absolutely no experience giving oral sex to women, and his 69 with Konggu Youlan was a complete failure. He nearly ejaculated in less than five minutes, but Konggu Youlan stopped him; after all, 69 was just a side dish to the main course of their sex feast, the group sex to come. Caterpillar had no idea where a woman's erogenous zones were, and instead blindly stuck his tongue into Konggu Youlan's vagina, licking haphazardly. Konggu Youlan didn't react much, just smiled and patted the young man's shoulder. Ayong and Little Smoker both performed well; their penises were almost the same thickness, and both could last for over twenty minutes. Big Hammer was undoubtedly the biggest surprise for Konggu Youlan that night. Big Hammer's penis was exactly like his online name—a true "big hammer," both the longest and thickest among the eight. Most remarkably, the glans was unusually large, and the whole thing resembled a mushroom. After three consecutive 69 encounters with three different men, Kong Gu You Lan's arms and back were aching. When she went 69 with Da Bang Chui, the position changed to missionary. Da Bang Chui's burly physique contrasted sharply with Kong Gu You Lan's. Under Da Bang Chui, Kong Gu You Lan looked like a little girl performing oral sex on a gorilla. Kong Gu You Lan and Da Bang Chui were definitely experts in various sexual techniques; one manipulated his penis, the other licked her vulva, their rhythm perfectly synchronized. They reached orgasm almost simultaneously. This time, Kong Gu You Lan didn't control Da Bang Chui's ejaculation; instead, she swallowed all of his semen. Da Bang Chui ejaculated a lot, and Kong Gu You Lan made no attempt to hide her preference for his penis. Everyone else could clearly see Kong Gu You Lan's vagina gushing, a large amount of fluid, her semen slowly dripping down her inner thighs onto the sheets on the floor. With Kong Gu You Lan's permission, Big Stick played a little trick. He took a slightly larger cherry tomato in his mouth and inserted it into Kong Gu You Lan's vagina, which had just been wet. Then, Kong Gu You Lan used the strength of her vaginal muscles to push the cherry tomato out, which Big Stick caught in his mouth. The cherry tomato, mixed with Kong Gu You Lan's love juice, tasted even more unique. This little trick by Big Stick and Kong Gu You Lan pushed the atmosphere to a climax. Everyone's blood was boiling, especially the scholar, Caterpillar, and A-Jian, who were just teenagers. Almost everyone wanted to taste the cherry tomato that had been inside Kong Gu You Lan's vagina. Kong Gu Youlan was a little tired, but she still fulfilled everyone's requests. She half-reclined on the sofa and, in front of everyone, inserted cherry tomatoes one by one into her vagina. She parted her labia; her vulva was already slightly sweaty, and everyone could vaguely see glistening beads of sweat near her labia like tiny beads. Incredibly, Kong Gu Youlan's vagina could actually hold seven cherry tomatoes. This impromptu performance undoubtedly made the atmosphere even more heated. Everyone sucked out the cherry tomatoes, still wet with her vaginal fluid, from Kong Gu Youlan's vagina. Finally, Kong Gu Youlan simply picked up a banana and used it as a makeshift sex toy for a banana-themed abduction. This banana was eventually awarded as a prize to the most outstanding performer, "Big Stick." The four-person 69, along with the cherry tomato and banana tricks, took up quite a bit of time. At 12:30, Kong Gu Youlan decided to rest for half an hour before starting the main course of the activity: a nine-person free-for-all. But when the break was over and the game was about to begin, BJ Happy realized he'd forgotten something crucial: condoms. Before that, it was just oral sex and flirting, and nobody had thought about condoms. But now it was time for real sex, and they were absolutely essential. Kong Gu You Lan had brought two with her, but there were eight men in total, and none of them planned to only have sex once. Driving to Yanqing to buy some wasn't practical; it was already 1 a.m., and they couldn't possibly drive around looking for condoms—by then it would be dawn. Besides, at this crucial moment, nobody wanted to leave the villa, to leave the lovely Kong Gu You Lan. After much discussion, they could only agree on another rule: no ejaculation inside Kong Gu You Lan's vagina. This undoubtedly diminished the most exciting part of the entire event—a huge amount of it.The condom issue slightly dampened everyone's spirits, but the game still began. Kong Gu You Lan initially decided on a two-on-one format, with Duck Man and A Jian going first. They played push-the-cart, with Kong Gu You Lan lying on her stomach and A Jian penetrating from behind, while Kong Gu You Lan played with Duck Man's penis from the front. Having already ejaculated once, Kong Gu You Lan's vagina was very slippery, allowing A Jian to penetrate easily. However, the young man lacked experience and couldn't find the right spot after searching for a while, blushing deeply with embarrassment. Finally, Kong Gu You Lan came to the rescue; she simply guided A Jian's penis to her vaginal opening. *Splash!* Everyone could hear the sound of A Jian's penis entering Kong Gu You Lan, accompanied by her wetness. A Jian had already ejaculated once, but this time it lasted much longer, and Kong Gu You Lan intentionally cooperated with his thrusts. Although A Jian's penis wasn't large, his waist strength was formidable, a result of years of training. Each thrust was forceful; you could even hear the sound of his testicles hitting Kong Gu You Lan's buttocks—*slap, slap, slap*. The young man's vigorous thrusts satisfied Kong Gu Youlan greatly, but she had no time to utter a sound of pleasure, as the penis in her mouth grew thicker and hotter. The one-on-two game had finally entered a harmonious phase, the three working together with increasing skill. Just then, an unexpected event occurred. Kong Gu Youlan felt a warm current surging inside her vagina; the feeling was wonderful, incredibly pleasurable, and her entire vagina was contracting. A-Jian had ejaculated, and deep inside her vagina. A-Jian lacked sexual experience and couldn't control his ejaculation; this ejaculation was completely unpredictable. He pulled out his penis, looking guilty. BJ was furious, "What's wrong with you? Are you still going to play?" He hadn't expected the rule he'd just established to be broken so quickly. "Fine, let's just ejaculate inside. I'm not ovulating, I'll take some morning-after pills tomorrow. When you're out having fun, just let loose." Kong Gu Youlan wiped her sweat and smiled at A-Jian; he was still just a teenager. With this restriction lifted, the men's spirits immediately lifted. The muscular man didn't mind; Ah Jian's semen was still flowing from Kong Gu You Lan's vaginal opening. He directly inserted his penis, and Ah Yong quickly filled the gap. Kong Gu You Lan waved her hand, wanting to play sandwich this time. Of the three, Ah Yong was the strongest. He lifted Kong Gu You Lan up from her thighs, spreading her legs wide. The men could see that her labia majora were wide open, revealing a small hole at the vaginal opening, with Ah Jian's semen still flowing from the bright red vaginal walls. Both the muscular man and Ah Yong were very skilled. The muscular man's penis quickly penetrated deep into Kong Gu You Lan's vagina, going particularly deep, almost reaching her cervix. She let out a comfortable groan. Originally, Ah Yong thought it would be difficult to penetrate Kong Gu You Lan's anus from behind; he even thought her anus was still an unexplored virgin territory. Unexpectedly, Ah Yong's penis entered very smoothly. Of the eight men, only BJ knew that Kong Gu You Lan's anus had actually been explored long ago, and he could sense that she frequently masturbated, because sometimes, he felt that fucking her anus was even looser than her vagina. This standing sandwich position was very physically demanding, because Kong Gu You Lan's entire weight was on A Yong's body, and the impact of the male prostitute's thrusts was ultimately absorbed by A Yong through Kong Gu You Lan's body. Kong Gu You Lan was indeed very skilled at this; she had found the optimal way to play with a strong man like A Yong. A Yong's veins bulged, and even the muscles on his face tensed; he was about to ejaculate. Sure enough, this sandwich position worked very well. Just as A Yong ejaculated in Kong Gu You Lan's anus, the male prostitute simultaneously ejaculated into Kong Gu You Lan's vagina. The pleasure from being attacked from both ends, combined with the warm currents in her vagina and anus, and the sudden emptiness after the two large penises were withdrawn, sent Kong Gu You Lan to heaven. The three of them reached orgasm almost simultaneously. After ejaculating, A Yong didn't immediately put Kong Gu You Lan down. Instead, he spread her legs wider, letting everyone see the battlefield of the three of them. Kong Gu You Lan's pubic hair was very messy and wet everywhere. It was unclear whether it was A Jian's semen or the male prostitute's semen. Her labia majora were completely stretched open, and her vaginal opening was stretched into a small hole. Then, with a spasm, Kong Gu You Lan began to squirt again. Her vagina almost gushed out along with the semen the male prostitute had just ejaculated. This mixture of semen and A Yong's semen dripping from her anus dripped onto the ground. This scene further aroused the others, and this time all four of them went at her at once. BJ Kuaile was worried that Kong Gu You Lan might not be able to handle it and was about to call for a break, but Kong Gu You Lan waved her hand. This time, it was Big Stick who was fucking her. His thing was the biggest and thickest among men. Fortunately, Kong Gu You Lan's vagina had already squirted twice, and with the lubrication of the two men's semen, it wasn't too difficult for Big Stick's big thing to enter. Big Stick was very experienced. He supported Kong Gu You Lan's body and slowly entered her. Everyone could see Kong Gu You Lan's suppressed pain; she even moaned, "Eee-ya, ee-ya..." After fully penetrating, the tall Big Stick lifted Kong Gu You Lan and placed her on Little Smoker's lap, who was already sitting on the sofa. Little Smoker adjusted his penis and inserted it into her anus. The Scholar walked to the sofa and put his penis into her mouth. Kong Gu You Lan's left hand was still holding BJ's happy penis. This four-on-one sexual battle pushed the activity to a true climax. Big Stick's every thrust was very powerful, each time making Kong Gu You Lan's labia open and close. Later, Kong Gu You Lan said that she had never enjoyed a penis like Big Stick's before. It was big and thick, and even more wonderful was that his glans was particularly large, pounding around in her vagina like a small copper hammer. The feeling was painful, but also very pleasurable. Fortunately, it was a seasoned sex addict like Kong Gu Youlan; if she had been a virgin, she said she might have suffered severe bleeding from his ministrations. The "big stick" lasted a long time, bringing Kong Gu Youlan to two orgasms before ejaculating. Kong Gu Youlan said his semen volume was enormous, more than anyone else's, and the feeling was like a huge gush of liquid stuck inside her vagina, unable to escape. She had never experienced such an orgasm before. After the five-person sex battle, it turned into a gang rape game with Kong Gu Youlan. No one remembered how many times they ejaculated inside her. The sex game continued until 5 a.m., and Kong Gu Youlan herself didn't know how many orgasms she had experienced before finally stopping, feeling utterly exhausted. No one wanted to go to the room to sleep, so BJ Kuaile and the others simply moved their bedding downstairs to the floor. Just before bedtime, everyone noticed that Kong Gu Youlan's stomach was slightly swollen, her entire vagina was red and swollen, and her vaginal opening was stretched to its limit, unable to close for a moment, with semen still dripping out. She had indeed received too much semen that night. Big Hammer and BJ Happy, being more experienced, spread Kong Gu You Lan's legs wide and used two fingers to probe inside her vagina while massaging her stomach. After a while, sure enough, a lot of semen flowed out of her vagina, enough to fill a small wine glass. Finally, Kong Gu You Lan collapsed like a lump of mud. Big Hammer, A Yong, and A Jian helped her take a bath, and then everyone slept haphazardly on the first-floor floor. They didn't wake up until almost noon the next day. After a night's rest, Kong Gu You Lan had finally recovered some energy. BJ Happy was worried about her, but she said that apart from some swelling and pain in her lower body, she was fine. Instead of going to Yanqing County for lunch, they simply cooked a meal at the villa, and BJ Happy had prepared plenty of food in the refrigerator. Kong Gu You Lan didn't go into the kitchen or chat with the young men; instead, she sat by the swimming pool, resting and smiling as she watched the lovely men who had entered and exited her body the previous night. She had never played so hard, but she had also never had so much fun. After lunch, A-Jian, the scholar, and the caterpillar were still reluctant to leave. "Sister, let's play one more round before we go. Yanqing is close to Beijing; if we go back later, we can still make it to work tomorrow." "Kids shouldn't be so playful. Next time, next time, I'll come out and play again when I have the chance." Kong Gu You Lan couldn't persuade the three students, and finally agreed to play one more round before leaving. This time, none of them had the energy for 3P or 4P.It was a 5P session, and everyone took turns with Kong Gu You Lan. This time, the men were very careful, afraid of hurting her, and they didn't ejaculate much, since they had already ejaculated several times that night. Except for Big Stick, the others finished quickly. Big Stick had that skill; no matter how many times it was, he could always make Kong Gu You Lan feel like she was in heaven. Around 3 a.m., everyone finished the last round. After showering, as per the rules, everyone split the cost equally. Big Stick and Duck Man took the lead, while A Yong and Little Smoker also contributed significantly more, so the three college students only had to pay a token amount, which everyone was happy with. Seeing that Kong Gu You Lan was indeed exhausted, on the way back, Duck Man first took the six people except BJ Happy to Yanqing to catch a bus back to Beijing, and then came back to pick up Kong Gu You Lan and take her directly back to Xizhimen in Beijing. BJ Happy stayed behind to clean the villa before returning to Beijing the next day. The first group activity organized by the Lily Outdoor Leisure Sports Enthusiasts Group went very smoothly, and everyone was happy. Unexpectedly, this Beijing event quickly had a huge impact on the entire group. As an administrator, I disagreed with BJ Happy about whether to announce the details of this Beijing group activity in the group. BJ Happy believed it should be announced. He argued that this was the group's first and very successful event, with both male and female members having a great time. He believed future group activities shouldn't be limited to Beijing. Larger cities could easily organize similar events, and this event was undoubtedly the best example for future activities. Of course, inter-city networking is a further step, and that's our ultimate goal. However, I felt that revealing the details of the event would create communication problems for participants in the group, especially for female members, potentially leading to unnecessary QQ harassment. Neither of us could convince the other, so we finally consulted Konggu Youlan for her opinion. We decided to fully disclose the details of the event to the group. Of course, we didn't reveal the participants' usernames, only stating that there were eight men and one woman from Beijing. We also blurred the time and location information accordingly. Unexpectedly, after the event details were announced, the group became more active than ever since its inception. Every day, BJ and I would open QQ to countless applications to join, which was overwhelming, and we finally had to close the group application process again. The daily topics in the group were the Beijing event, when the next event would be, and whether an event could be held outside of Beijing. Actually, BJ and I were also considering the arrangements for the next event. Organizing events was the sole purpose of this group; providing a platform for all group sex enthusiasts to enjoy the wonders of sex was our goal. However, before that, we needed to conduct a serious event review. First, we lacked a female member like Konggu Youlan—someone who was both capable and willing to participate. We only had her, which explained the situation in Beijing where one woman was almost exhausted from playing with eight men. The group definitely needed to recruit more female members to participate in the events. However, recruiting female members who were willing to participate was not easy. Firstly, women who enjoy group sex and are open to multiple partners (one woman with multiple men) are rare, and even fewer can join our group as members. Secondly, even for female members who have this interest and are open to it, there are safety concerns when participating in activities. For example, Konggu Youlan didn't initially request to participate in these group sex parties; she only actively requested to participate after having a pleasant "intimate relationship" with the group leader, BJ, and gaining a certain understanding of our group and event organizers. In summary, we need to start with some key female members, such as Lan Qier, who are active in the group and open to the concept of group sex. We should start by interacting with the administrators or a few members, then gradually expand the circle, and finally organize activities. This approach has a higher success rate, and we will definitely have more and more activities in the future, but Konggu Youlan cannot always be the leading lady. This point seems to be the most important at present. Secondly, there is the issue of whether or not one can ejaculate during the activities. During the last event in Beijing, due to the organizer BJ's negligence, not enough condoms were prepared. Although a rule against bodily ejaculation was established, it was impossible to enforce because some men, especially those with limited sexual experience, couldn't control their ejaculation, leading to unavoidable accidental bodily ejaculation. However, requiring condoms for all sex in the future would significantly reduce the enjoyment of group sex, making it counterproductive. Like the case of Konggu Youlan last time, where no protection was used and all the male participants ejaculated inside her more than once, this is extremely dangerous. It's not that bodily ejaculation easily leads to unwanted pregnancies and complicated disputes for female participants, as pre- or post-coital medications generally don't cause major problems. Rather, it's that group sex events like ours, without sufficient protection, become a breeding ground for various sexually transmitted diseases. The only perfect solution is to establish a member screening system, especially for those participating in the event, which must be extremely thorough. Thirdly, a strict member screening system is essential. This isn't just about removing lurkers and troublemakers from the group; it also includes those who only talk the talk but don't walk the walk, like those guys who skipped the Beijing event at the last minute. These people should all be kicked out. Furthermore, besides providing photos for the women to screen, male participants must also provide a sexually transmitted disease (STI) test report. We must ensure clean sex lives where no one is harmed. Fourth, there's too much going on in the group; administrators must coordinate, communicate, and even organize events. BJ and I as administrators aren't enough; we need to add another administrator. Finally, we chose Big Bangchui. Big Bangchui is a warm-hearted person who gets along well with everyone. He works in a travel agency, likely in a managerial position, with a relatively light workload and plenty of free time. And indeed, Big Bangchui has proven to be perfectly suited for management. Early September was uneventful, so Kong Gu Youlan went to the hospital for a full set of checkups. The results were excellent; she hadn't contracted any sexually transmitted diseases, meaning all eight male members who participated in the activity were qualified—very lucky. Moreover, each member who had participated in the Beijing activity had done an excellent job of maintaining secrecy. Everyone was looking forward to the next activity, but Kong Gu Youlan's work schedule was quite tight, and she was indeed exhausted from the activity at the end of August, needing some time to recover. With Kong Gu Youlan unable to travel, our need to find the next female member who could travel became even more urgent. At this time, Duo Duolong and Lan Qi'er, who were far away in Chengdu, Sichuan, suddenly extended invitations to the three of us managers to visit Chengdu simultaneously. This was definitely a very, very good sign. (The above description may be too verbose, and some readers have raised concerns on QQ, but I still intend to remain true to the principle of truth. As I mentioned before, most of what I described is true, and it is exactly as it is; I've only made minor embellishments.) All three managers received invitations from Lan Qi'er in private chats. BJ Happy had something that required him to leave Beijing, I had time but was somewhat reluctant to go, and the most enthusiastic one was Da Bangchui. He kept persuading me to go to Chengdu, and I knew his ulterior motives—he just wanted to eat Lan Qi'er, that was obvious. He didn't want to go alone, as he couldn't bring the large group from last time; he at least wanted to drag me along for a threesome with Lan Qi'er. The only one whose appetite wasn't satisfied at the last Beijing event was Da Bangchui. Later, I heard from Ya Zi Meng Nan that after the event, Da Bangchui didn't go back to Beijing with everyone but instead found a prostitute in Yanqing, booked a room, and continued... I'm truly impressed; this guy is more like an animal than an animal. Although Big Bangchui was a womanizer, he was a really good person, almost excessively generous. Before I could even ask, he had already booked my plane ticket and hotel through his travel agency. It was clear he'd cover all my food, drinks, and entertainment; I couldn't refuse, I simply couldn't find a reason to go. We chose a Friday. I took a few days off, telling my wife I was going on a business trip from Guangzhou, while Big Bangchui flew directly from Beijing to Chengdu. When I arrived at Chengdu Shuangliu Airport, he was already waiting for me. It was the first time I'd met this big guy. Strangely, he was very much to my liking. He was shrewd, but also friendly and generous. I wondered if this counted as instant connection. Big Bangchui, being in the tourism industry, had a wide network of connections and connections. His business partner in Chengdu had arranged a Buick with a driver for him; he'd be chauffeured around for all his meals, accommodations, and entertainment in Chengdu.As I was leaving the airport in my Buick for the city, I received a call from Lan Qier and Duoduolong. It was the first time I'd heard Lan Qier's voice; it was beautiful and pleasant to listen to. The only downside for me was that I couldn't understand her Sichuan-accented Mandarin very well, only the gist of it: they were asking what time we'd arrive at the hotel, as they'd already prepared dinner at home and were waiting for us. This was a bit unexpected. Meeting online, especially one where a relationship was about to develop, usually wouldn't be at home. This showed that Duoduolong and Lan Qier truly trusted us completely. However, Da Bangchui's business partners had already arranged a dinner in the city. I'd just mentioned dinner to Da Bangchui when he didn't even turn his head. "Going to Lan Qier's house for dinner?" "What about the other place?" "Cancel it!" "That's not a good idea!" "Why can't we eat with them anytime? Let's get down to business. They're an honest couple." Sometimes I really don't understand what constitutes "business" and what doesn't in Da Bangchui's mind. Duoduolong and Lanqier lived in a residential area on Erxianqiao North Road in Chengdu. I had never been to Chengdu before, and our Buick drove around so much that I got completely disoriented. I remember passing a school called Chengdu University of Technology, then turning a corner and arriving at our destination not far away. When we arrived, it was almost 8 pm. Luckily, Duoduolong was already waiting for us at the entrance of their complex. He waved as soon as he saw our Buick. "Lanqier is waiting for you at home; the food's getting cold," he said. Duoduolong's personality was very similar to his demeanor in the group chat—a bit dull. His height wasn't apparent in the photos, but up close, Duoduolong was only slightly shorter than the tall and muscular Dabangchui. He was also quite robust; I never expected such a seemingly strong man to be such a show-off. Sigh. Dabangchui sent the Buick away, saying he'd call him to pick us up after dinner. Dabangchui, being a travel enthusiast, had a silver tongue and could befriend anyone. While taking the elevator upstairs, the three of us discussed our ages. Big Bangchui was thirty-two, the oldest, while Duoduolong and I were thirty, just a few days older than him. Before we even got home, Duoduolong was already calling Big Bangchui "brother" so affectionately. Duoduolong and Lan Qier's home wasn't large, only about 120 square meters, with three bedrooms and two living rooms. Lan Qier was clearly a very capable woman; the house was neatly and cleanly arranged. The living room wasn't luxurious, but it wasn't shabby either; every corner had a touch of elegance, even the bonsai on the coffee table was beautifully arranged. The two guest rooms were a bit small; one just had a single bed and a desk. The other small room had been converted into a study. Their master bedroom was large, with a huge bed—clearly they valued their quality of life as a couple, but unfortunately… The small living room also served as the dining room; it wasn't small, but it had a large table laden with dishes. Lan Qi'er is a very hardworking woman. Duo Duolong said she started buying groceries in the morning to prepare for us, and then spent the entire afternoon cooking. The table was laden with dishes: braised pork knuckle, braised fish, and braised prawns. As Da Bangchui would say, it was a table full of hearty dishes, and there were even two bottles of Moutai on the table. Only when Lan Qi'er finished and sat down did I have the chance to look at her face-to-face, up close. Lan Qi'er was even more beautiful than in the photos. Her skin was truly exceptional, not the snow-white of northern women, but a rosy glow, like a peach blossom, captivatingly beautiful. Lan Qi'er's eyes were large and bright. She was a very straightforward woman, a fact I had already experienced; her gaze towards me was fiery. Lan Qi'er wasn't wearing any makeup, not even light makeup; she was a natural beauty. Her skin was incredibly smooth and delicate. I wonder if the idiom "so smooth it could be broken by a breath" refers to a perfect Sichuan girl like Lan Qi'er. Lan Qi'er was even taller than she appeared in the photos. This wasn't to say she was a skinny beauty; on the contrary, she possessed a combination of height and voluptuousness. Her breasts were large; their entire outline was clearly visible through her T-shirt. She wasn't wearing a bra, and her nipples were barely visible beneath her clothing. I was passable; while I couldn't remain completely unmoved in front of a beautiful woman, I could at least maintain a gentlemanly demeanor. However, Da Bangchui lacked self-control. After sitting down, he practically stared intently at Lan Qi'er's ample bosom, saying nothing, creating an somewhat awkward atmosphere. Fortunately, both Lan Qi'er and Da Bangchui were very talkative. Duo Duolong opened a bottle of Moutai, and except for me, the three of us took a deep swig and began chatting affectionately, calling each other "brother," "sister," and "buddy." Duo Duolong didn't talk much; he listened quietly while his wife spoke. Our conversation revolved around fun things that happened in the group chat, but the most frequent and detailed question was about the recent group sex event in Beijing. Big Bangchui was a formidable participant in the event, and with his naturally sharp tongue, he meticulously recounted the entire affair, adding his own embellishments, even vividly describing the detailed processes of sex. Lan Qier and Duoduolong listened attentively, occasionally chiming in with questions. Lan Qier asked me about the customs and culture of Guangdong, and surprisingly, she had never left Sichuan before, so she listened with great interest. The meal lasted a long time, until 12:30, with a pleasant atmosphere and enjoyable conversation. Strangely, Big Bangchui, Lan Qier, and Duoduolong all controlled their alcohol intake; they didn't urge each other to drink, simply drinking their own. By the time the meal ended, only one of the two bottles of Moutai had been opened and not finished—far from their capacity. Big Bangchui and Duoduolong didn't even blush, while Lan Qier's face was flushed, like rouge, adding to her allure. As the party ended, Big Bangchui and I stood up. I said, "Lan Qier, Duoduolong, it's getting late, we should head back to the hotel. Thank you for your hospitality. How about we treat you to dinner tomorrow, and we can continue our conversation?" I knew Big Bangchui was glaring at me, but I couldn't refuse to say these polite things. "It's so late, why don't you stay here for the night?" said the honest-looking Duoduolong. "Yeah, brother, it's hard to get a taxi at this hour, let's just make do here for the night." This time it was Lan Qier who spoke. I didn't know if she was still a little tipsy or just shy, but her face was flushed. "But, we can't sleep here, there's only one single bed. Let's go back to the hotel." Big Bangchui was so clueless, always saying inappropriate things at inappropriate times. "Brothers, you're all family here, so I'm not shy. Let's all sleep together tonight, the four of us. Our master bedroom has a big bed." We'd all experienced the fiery temper of Lan Qi'er, this Sichuan girl, but we never expected her to be so direct. Actually, we all knew the unspoken reason for our long trip to Chengdu—it was just a thin veil between us. It was only because there were three men and one woman among us that the woman had broken through that barrier. To be honest, I kind of liked Lan Qi'er, not just for her voluptuous figure and beautiful face, but also for her outspoken and fiery personality. "Brothers, why don't you take a hot shower first? I'll turn on the water heater for you." Lan Qi'er's bathroom wasn't big. There was a water heater, the showerhead was set high, and a bathtub, though it wasn't very big. Lan Qi'er had made the shower room very clean. "Big Bang, you go first. I'll talk to Duo Duo Long." I helped Duo Duo Long clear the dishes. "Sis, why don't we shower together?" Big Stick said, sounding impatient. Lan Qi'er glanced at Duo Duolong, who nodded slightly. "Okay, brother, you go in first, I'll get my change of clothes and come right away." After a while, Lan Qi'er also went into the bathroom and closed the door. I stacked the plates and bowls together and carried them to the kitchen. Duo Duolong was busy washing the dishes. The kitchen and bathroom were separated by only one wall, and soon I could hear Lan Qi'er's deliberately low moans and Big Stick's rapid breathing. The impatient Big Stick had already started his battle with Lan Qi'er. Duo Duolong seemed preoccupied, and I felt I should say something. Unexpectedly, the honest guy spoke first. "Brother, you're a good person." "This..." I was a little confused. "Actually, before joining this group, we tried many adult groups like couples' groups, but Lan Qi'er had never been with anyone before." "Brother, you know, I'm useless in that area. It's okay for me, it's just how it is for the rest of my life, but Lan Qi'er is different. She's only 28, she's a healthy woman, and I have no right to demand that she suffer with me. But we can't live without each other. I've known her since I was 14, all the way to marriage, and still now." "Brother, medicine is very advanced now. Go to a big hospital in Beijing or Shanghai, maybe…""Duoduolong waved his hand. "I know how many years I've been trying to cure my illness, and I've given up hope." "Lan Qier has a strong nIt's understated and elegant, even warm and inviting. The living room of BJ's Happy House is relatively spacious. There's no television, only a SONY stereo system. As an audiophile, I knew without looking that this system was incredibly expensive. Next to the stereo was a record rack with a large stack of records—all piano pieces. At home, I mostly listen to heavy metal; our musical tastes are completely opposite to our personalities. BJ's Happy House has many, many potted orchids of all kinds. I can name Phalaenopsis, Clivia, and even some varieties I don't know. Sitting in his living room feels like taking a nap in an orchid garden—comfortable, relaxing, like being in nature. There's also a piano in BJ's living room. My wife studied piano for a while, so I'm familiar with this one: a Mendelssohn, a famous German brand, known for its excellent sound quality. Later I learned that BJ Kuai Le was an incredibly talented person; he could paint traditional Chinese paintings, play the piano, and had beautiful handwriting. BJ Kuai Le also had a slight obsession with cleanliness; his entire house was spotless. Not only the furniture and appliances, but even the floors were repeatedly wiped until they could be used as mirrors. Like me, when I was home, I liked to clean, wiping the furniture and floors over and over again. BJ Kuai Le said that few men would understand this almost obsessive cleaning work; only he and I understood. We weren't just cleaning our home, but also our hearts. He was right; every time I cleaned, my mood became very calm and peaceful. "Ah Xi, I'm happy you're coming to Beijing, but my heart is also a little sore." Of course, I knew what Da Bang Chui was sore about; my heart was also filled with a bittersweet feeling. The three of us ate Hubei cuisine. Da Bang Chui only ordered the hearty dishes, bringing out a huge table of food, but in the end, we couldn't eat much, though we drank quite a bit of alcohol. Strangely enough, all three of us were preoccupied with our own worries, yet we didn't say a word at the dinner table. Big Bangchui, on the other hand, started drinking alone. That night, Big Bangchui was completely drunk, repeatedly saying the same thing to me: "Ah Xi, you're here. I should be happy, but my heart...why does it hurt so much, why does it hurt so much..." I knew he wasn't hurting me. BJ Kuai Le found a hotel nearby and booked a room for Big Bangchui. Then, the two of us finally managed to carry the big guy, who was completely drunk, upstairs to sleep before leaving. That night, BJ Kuai Le and I slept side-by-side. Honestly, although my sexual preferences are group sex, one woman with multiple men, I've never tried sleeping with only one man. But sleeping with BJ Kuai Le didn't feel strange at all; he was like a brother to me. Homosexuality and pornography were completely foreign to us. BJ Kuai Le and I talked about many, many things until dawn before finally falling asleep. I talked about my childhood in the countryside, my first love, my first time having sex, my first time meeting my current wife, my children, and even my married life. Of course, I didn't hold back at all when telling him about my trip to Chengdu with Da Bangchui, my current family situation, my worries and troubles… I had nothing to hide, and I didn't need to hold anything back. BJ Kuaile was the same. He told me about his family's life in a courtyard house when he was a child, about how he would lull his younger sister to sleep on summer nights by teaching her to count stars, about how his sister would wipe his sweat while he played soccer in elementary school, about how his father beat him for writing love letters to girls in middle school and how his sister pleaded for him, about the hard times he and his sister endured after their parents passed away one after another, about his feelings when his sister got married, about the nervousness, excitement, and a little guilt he felt when he first participated in group sex, about PK spicy hot pot, about CQ pickled fish…We treated each other as if we were ourselves, confiding in each other as if we were having a conversation with our own hearts. One can hide things from anyone else, but not from one's own heart. The next day, when I woke up, BJ Happy had already left; he had gone to work. As I went out into the lobby, I saw a woman with her back to me, carefully watering pots of orchids. I assumed she was a cleaning lady and didn't pay much attention at first, going to the washroom to wash up. After I finished washing up, I saw the woman kneeling on the floor, diligently wiping it. Her buttocks were raised high, round and pert, looking particularly alluring. I couldn't see the cleaning lady's face, but I was certain her figure was incredibly seductive. "Ah Xi, you came yesterday, right?" The cleaning lady I thought was her turned around. She was a woman with black-rimmed glasses, appearing mature and elegant, like a rare orchid in a secluded valley. I had seen her picture before; honestly, she was even more beautiful in person than in the photos. Her skin was very fair and delicate, she looked to be in her early thirties, serene and elegant, with a scholarly air—a typical beautiful middle-aged woman from the North. Later I learned that there were so many people in the group, and that I was the only one who knew where BJ Happy lived. Only Konggu Youlan had a key to his house and could come and go as she pleased. Aside from mentioning Konggu Youlan to me at the beginning, BJ Happy rarely talked about her afterward. I didn't even know what their relationship was—lovers? Or just friends with benefits? At least she was so focused while cleaning, like the lady of the house. I couldn't let her do all the work alone, so I grabbed a rag and helped. "Sister Lan, I just arrived yesterday," we chatted casually as we cleaned. After finishing, we washed our hands and rested on the sofa in the living room for a while. A clivia plant had already bloomed, six tender yellow flowers in full bloom, their fragrance filling the air of the living room, making it particularly pleasant. "Ah happy, do you like orchids?" "Yes." "I like them too, that's why my online name is 'Orchid in a Secluded Valley.' All the orchids here are ones I planted. Some I just bought, some I've had at home for years before moving here. I come over to take care of them every two or three days." "BJ, does he like orchids?" "He doesn't like flowers and plants, he thinks they attract bugs." "Then why do you plant so many orchids here for him?" "Because I want to bring a touch of orchid fragrance into his life." "Orchids grow in secluded valleys, their fragrance undiminished by solitude; a virtuous person cultivates morality, their integrity unchanged by poverty." I always felt that "Orchid in a Secluded Valley" didn't just want to plant orchids in the living room, but rather to plant them directly in a man's heart. "Ah Xi, are you still tired?" "No, let's make love." For some reason, our position that day was particularly strange. I placed "Orchid in a Secluded Valley" on the floor, had her lie face down, and lifted her buttocks high, like she was wiping the floor. I pulled down her pants from behind, and I lay on my stomach, licking her vulva from behind. I forcefully parted her labia majora; her vulva was very clean, without any leukorrhea or other vaginal discharge. It was warm and moist. I gently played with her clitoris. I smelled the scent of her genitals. The scent of her genitals was completely different from my wife's and Lan Qi'er's. It didn't have that particularly strong fishy or pungent smell unique to women. This erotic scent was subtle, mixed with a stronger, sweet floral fragrance, like the scent of orchids. It smelled very pleasant, and the aphrodisiac scent was very strong. In the hall filled with the fragrance of orchids, I played with her vulva for a long time before I brought her to her first orgasm. Rather than saying that the fluid flowing from her vulva during our orgasm was an uncontrollable flood, it was more like a gentle stream, gushing out little by little, like a sullen vulva slowly releasing its suppressed lust. I swallowed every drop of semen flowing from Kong Gu You Lan's vagina. This oral sex experience with Kong Gu You Lan is always a blur for me; I can't even remember if we did it like cleaning or like cleaning. We made love on the chair next to the piano. I'd never done it like this before. I sat on the chair next to the piano, while Kong Gu You Lan half-squatted on it, her vaginal opening aligned with my penis, and then she guided it into her vagina slowly. Our position was somewhat similar to Guanyin sitting on a lotus. The biggest characteristic of this position is that the woman controls the entire process; the force, rhythm, and depth are all controlled by the frequency and strength of her vaginal thrusts. From oral sex to penetration, I didn't unbutton Kong Gu You Lan's top. Kong Gu You Lan opened the piano case, and as she played the first note, my thrusting began. The first piece Kong Gu You Lan played was "Ballade pour Adeline," a piece I knew very well, but the feeling of thrusting while listening was completely different. The rhythm of this piece is very soothing, leaving a vast space for imagination. I simply closed my eyes, letting the music drift through my mind. This imaginary pleasure, combined with the real, sensual stimulation of the thrusting in my lower body, created a wonderful sensation. I felt like a small boat adrift on a river, floating gently with the flowing water. The night was dim, and I vaguely saw my beloved sitting by the riverbank, indistinctly, like Lan Qi'er. One piece after another, "Orchid in the Valley," constantly shifted between different styles. One moment I felt like I was sitting with Lan Qi'er in a late autumn wheat field, playing a volleyball, facing the golden waves of wheat; the next I was sitting by the azure sea, facing the raging waves; and then I was sitting on a summer night's grass, gazing at the boundless starry sky…Our thrusting was perfectly synchronized with the rhythm of the music, sometimes wild, sometimes gentle, sometimes calm. I simultaneously stimulated her clitoris with my fingers; her expression was one of pure ecstasy, the music and the stimulation from within her vagina sending her into multiple orgasms. I had never experienced such unbridled pleasure, such whimsical fantasies, such elegant yet undeniably erotic lovemaking. If someone were to enter BJ's living room at that moment, they wouldn't find it strange, because all they could hear was the piano music, and see were the two of them playing and listening to the piano. The waves of carnal pleasure, like raging ocean waves, from the intense friction of the sex toys beneath the piano table could only be experienced by the two of us. The last piece, Für Elise, faded into the background, and we both reached the pinnacle of pleasure. Afterwards, I lifted Kong Gu You Lan onto the piano table. I spread her legs, parted her labia majora, and used four fingers to shape her vaginal opening into a large, lewd "O." I saw my semen slowly flowing out of her vagina, dripping from the junction of her anus and vagina onto the piano, slowly seeping into the gaps between the keys. I had never experienced such elegant and artistic sex. Pleasure, an indescribable feeling of pleasure, surged into my heart. Counting the time, I realized I had been thrusting for almost an hour before ejaculating, while Kong Gu You Lan had already played over a dozen pieces. The state I could never find at home had miraculously revived with Kong Gu You Lan. Kong Gu You Lan and I kept making love, even when BJ returned from his happy time, we were still in the kitchen, making love while cooking soup. I don't know why, but that day I never took off Kong Gu You Lan's top. I really liked how she looked in her black-rimmed glasses and formal attire, which aroused my desire even more. Gu Long once said that men are the most contradictory creatures; they always want virtuous women to act like harlots, while simultaneously wanting harlots to act like virtuous women. In my eyes, there's no distinction between virtuous and harlot women, only between women with strong and weak libidos. A woman like Kong Gu You Lan, who appears elegant and refined yet consistently has a high sex drive, particularly satisfies me. I even wish my wife could play the piano well, so we could reach climax together with piano accompaniment. When I'm home, Kong Gu You Lan comes to BJ's house every day. When BJ isn't home, she helps me with cleaning, making love, and cooking. When BJ is home, we eat together and play sandwiches. Sometimes the three of us lie in BJ's large bathtub for a hot bath. Kong Gu You Lan leans between us, and we each play with one of her breasts, spreading her legs wide, each of us parting her labia and inserting our fingers into her vagina. I admit I really love her fragrant, orchid-like scent. I've always struggled to understand the relationship between Kong Gu You Lan and BJ Kuaile. Their relationship always seemed somewhere between friends with benefits and lovers. I don't know when BJ Kuaile developed this inexplicable connection with her, nor do I understand what he liked about her. What I don't understand most is why she always leaves in the evenings. Later I learned that Kong Gu You Lan had an eight-year-old daughter, and at that time she was going through a divorce. In the evenings, she would rush to pick her daughter up from school. She spent her evenings with her daughter because the divorce proceedings seemed inevitable; custody of their daughter was highly likely to be awarded to her husband. Kong Gu You Lan could only try to delay the proceedings and spend as much time with her daughter as possible before her husband took her away. Kong Gu You Lan and her husband met in Canada. She was a piano performance major, and her husband was a high-energy physics major. They were both international students in Canada at the time and eventually obtained permanent residency. They started participating in group sex activities while in Canada. Initially, as a new mother, she was unwilling to participate, finding it dirty. Later, she gave in to her husband's persistent pleas and participated once. That one time, she experienced a sexual pleasure she had never felt before, and group sex became her lifelong sexual passion, something she never tired of. Later, both she and her husband returned to China after completing their studies. Her husband quickly rose to become a professor and head of the physics department at a university, while she remained unemployed, occasionally teaching piano to children at home. She gradually became aware of her husband's changes. When they first returned, they would still participate in some secret, private group sex activities, but her husband went less and less often, and his attitude towards his wife's interests grew increasingly contemptuous. Until one day, after their daughter went to school, she caught her husband and a female university student in bed together. Only then did she realize that her husband wasn't a fan of group sex or multiple partners; he just wanted to seek thrills, and now, what thrilled him even more was taking advantage of seventeen or eighteen-year-old female university students. Divorce was inevitable, but the custody of their daughter became the biggest problem. Legally, daughters usually go to the mother. However, the despicable man presented a video he had secretly filmed of Kong Gu Youlan engaging in group sex in court, completely siding with the husband. Kong Gu Youlan, losing both her marriage and her daughter, was on the verge of collapse. She began frantically seeking sex and engaging in group sex until she met BJ Kuai Le. Kong Gu Youlan gradually fell for this man, a few years younger than her. She didn't want anything from his family; she only wanted the orchids she had cultivated for years. She moved all the orchids to BJ Kuai Le's house. She enjoyed cooking for him, cleaning his house, having sex with him, and participating in group sex with him. Kong Gu Youlan understood that with this man, she could find warmth and a sense of home. But BJ Kuai Le never had a place for her in his heart. She could plant orchids in BJ Kuai Le's house, but she could never plant herself in his heart. At that time, Kong Gu Youlan had already decided to leave China, to leave this place of heartbreak. I can understand BJ Kuaile's feelings for Kong Gu Youlan. It's not love, but BJ Kuaile gradually got used to having a woman cook for him, clean his house, and have one-on-one sex. Of course, they shared the same interests and could engage in group sex and multi-person sex games. Isn't this the ideal life—a socially acceptable, couple-style marriage that also satisfies our desire for group sex and multi-person sex? I finally understood the biggest difference between BJ Kuaile and me. The pressure of marriage on me was increasing daily, and the guilt of emotional and physical infidelity was constantly weighing on my heart. At this time, BJ Kuaile had begun to yearn for married life, but he was completely unsure whether he needed an ordinary, mundane marriage like Kong Gu Youlan's that satisfied his desires, or a three-person marriage like PK Malatang's, living a life that society wouldn't tolerate. BJ Kuaile couldn't figure out who he truly loved—Kong Gu Youlan or PK Malatang. Perhaps it wasn't the ethereal beauty, but rather the feeling of a normal married life he shared with her. Or perhaps it wasn't PK Malatang, not out of fear of hurting CQ Sauerkraut Fish, but rather that his ambiguous feelings for her—a feeling that was both romantic and sibling-like—were simply an illusion, a delusion. When I met BJ Happy Sister in person, I realized that neither the ethereal beauty nor PK Malatang was the person BJ Happy loved. He only loved one person in the world: his own sister. I often think of the painting of a beautiful woman hanging on his wall. The woman resembles both the ethereal beauty and PK Malatang, but neither is truly the other. The most striking, prominent, and unambiguous element in the painting is the color of her clothing—pink. BJ Happy Sister has always favored pink, wearing only pink from childhood to adulthood. Unfortunately, the painter, BJ Happy, only saw the beauty, not the color. During that time, BJ Happy was particularly interested in my family, even showing special concern for my daughter, Mao Mao, claiming he wanted to be her godfather. My arrival did indeed improve BJ's mood considerably. When I left, he seemed to have already made some decisions. After a few days of staying in Beijing, I was about to say goodbye and return to Guangzhou when I received a private message on my QQ from Duoduolong, who had been silent for a long time. It was just one sentence: "Brother, please, Lan Qi'er is sick, really sick. Please, come see her." This message was also sent to Dabangchui's number. When we were discussing whether to go to Chengdu in the teahouse, Dabangchui and I had a huge disagreement, and we almost had a fight. "Axi, I only just realized this now! You bastard, you're not even a man, you know? Don't think that just because you're a bit tall you're a man. Let me tell you, you're really not a man. Girl, she's so sick, and you don't even go see her. Do you even have any humanity left?" Dabangchui got angry at me, his thick Beijing accent and profanities hurling insults at me, but I didn't say a word back. He wouldn't understand what I was thinking."Big Stick, don't go too far! You're really pushing your luck! This isn't a discussion, is it? Who are you spitting that filth on? Can't you shut up?" Strangely enough, BJ Happy is a few years younger than Big Stick, and Big Stick usually listens to him, but this time it didn't work either. The three of us parted on bad terms. "Ah Xi, if you're not going, I have to go. I'm going to see my sister by myself. From now on, when I go to Chengdu, I'll tell my sister we'll go our separate ways, and we won't know Ah Xi anymore." Big Stick stormed off, slamming his cup down. Since I originally planned to return to Guangzhou the next day, Kong Gu You Lan simply stayed overnight at BJ Happy's house and cooked me a nice meal. In her words, BJ Happy can play the piano, paint Chinese paintings, grow orchids… he seems to know everything, except cooking. That's true. I've witnessed it firsthand. On my second day there, he bought me a fish and excitedly made me a braised fish dish. It looked presentable, but when I ate it, I realized he was an amateur; he hadn't even scaled it, making me feel nauseous. Apparently, BJ Kuaile usually stays home alone and doesn't cook, just eating takeout. At his house, Kong Gu Youlan cooks everything. There's a soup every day, called pepper and pork tripe soup, which she makes especially for him. He's developed a stomach problem from always making do with what he has. Kong Gu Youlan makes this soup to warm his stomach, and it takes her at least three hours to make it every day, not including the time spent buying ingredients at the market. I still think that BJ Kuaile's final choice of Kong Gu Youlan as his partner was the wisest one. Later, I also met PK Malatang. She's younger, prettier, more energetic, and has more sexual appeal, making her more attractive to men. However, there was one thing she never quite matched compared to Kong Gu You Lan: she didn't know how to cherish, care for, or love a man. Actually, it wasn't her fault; she was someone who couldn't even take care of herself. Kong Gu You Lan had experienced a deeply painful failed marriage. When she fell in love with a man again, she would cherish him unconditionally, caring for him in every little detail, always unconditionally obeying him. After a few days, the three of us became familiar with each other. This familiarity was both spiritual and physical. I was as open and honest with Kong Gu You Lan as I was with BJ Kuaile, completely unreserved. I already considered her BJ Kuaile's woman, and of course, Kong Gu You Lan's body was also given to me without reservation. Honestly, I was utterly captivated by BJ Kuaile's living room. It was like a small garden, filled with the faint scent of grass and flowers. We often had a standing sandwich there. Rather than calling it a standing sandwich-style sex, it's more accurate to describe it as a walking or flower-viewing style of sex, because we would slowly move among the orchids, thrusting our penises into the vagina and anus of the orchid. Sometimes, the three of us would suddenly stop, all three of us leaning over to smell a pot of Cymbidium orchids in bloom, while my penis remained inside the orchid's vagina, and of course, BJ's penis remained inside her anus. This way of appreciating orchids, where the vagina and anus were filled with the fullness of a huge penis, was more novel, unique, and more erotic and beautiful. This slow-paced, flower-viewing style of 3P was more likely to stimulate a man's libido and prolong his ejaculation time. The pleasure experienced was not only carnal but also included unparalleled spiritual joy. These romantic 3P experiences were unprecedented and unparalleled for me, because in the years that followed, I could never find a male playmate with BJ's poetic temperament, nor a woman with the artistic temperament of the orchid. Konggu Youlan doesn't like one-on-one group sex; when all three of us are present, we always have a threesome. Of the three of us, Konggu Youlan has the most experience in group sex; she was already playing one-woman-to-many-men sex games back in Canada. She has a particularly deep understanding of this style. She once said that group sex is like what? Like her lifelong hobby and work—playing the piano. On the piano keyboard, you play one note, which represents one person; you play another note, which represents yet another. One man having sex with one woman is like playing two notes; even if you do it a thousand or ten thousand times, it's just simple repetition, just noise, not rhythm, not melody, and certainly not a complete piece. Group sex, on the other hand, is like all the notes participating together. Different techniques are different rhythms, various variations are the melody, and a perfect sexual experience is a perfect movement in life's music. Perhaps some might ask why we so prefer one woman with multiple men, rather than multiple women with multiple men, or multiple women with one man. Actually, every type of sexual activity has its scientific basis. Women's bodies are different from men's; they are more difficult to satisfy sexually, especially women over their thirties. There's a saying: "Thirty like a wolf, forty like a tiger, fifty like a sitting duck sucking up the earth." For men, after thirty, sexual ability declines linearly, and many men even become impotent by forty, leading to a "not being satisfied" issue for their wives. This necessitates a type of sex involving multiple men with one woman to address both male sexual stimulation and the woman's perceived "not being satisfied." Other group sex methods, such as one man with seven women, are less reliable. How many men can ejaculate seven times in a row? For many women, however, having sex seven times in one night isn't a big deal. We made love all night with three people, continuously ejaculating into each other's vaginas. As dawn approached, we finally satisfied. We spread Kong Gu You Lan's legs apart. For some reason, BJ's post-coital pleasure habits were so similar to mine. We always found it fascinating to look at Kong Gu You Lan's vaginal opening, where the essence of our love remained. We used our fingers to gently push out the mixture of our semen and her vaginal fluid, the satisfaction even surpassing the pleasure of sex itself. Finally, the beauty-loving Kong Gu You Lan inserted a small orchid into her vaginal opening. A beautiful, deep blue orchid adorned her slightly swollen, red vaginal opening, while vaginal fluid continued to flow freely. I began to understand why she was called Kong Gu You Lan; this woman was an elegant orchid blooming in a valley of lust, in a world of decadent group sex. The three of us embraced and rested, chatting happily for a while. Kong Gu You Lan and I were both married, and she, currently going through a divorce, had a deeper understanding of the marital life of people like us. Actually, that man had given her a choice back then: give up that special kind of sex, and he could give her a chance to save her marriage. Of course, this promise wasn't necessarily sincere. What happened later was that the man became addicted to the more exciting sex with seventeen or eighteen-year-old female college students, treating her as just a decorative vase for his highly educated wife. But even that insincere promise was still a promise; it could at least maintain the marriage on the surface. However, Kong Gu Youlan resolutely persisted in her sexual hobby, preferring to destroy her family. I, Ah Xizai, for my sexual hobby, have never been able to abandon my family. I can't abandon my wife and daughter, Mao Mao, in Guangzhou, to run away to Chengdu and form a family of four with Duo Duolong, Lan Qier, and Da Bangchui, living a happy life of group sex—that's the life I want, but I really can't do it. For my second trip to Chengdu, I've already decided to go. I know it's inappropriate. If I go this time, it will undoubtedly deepen our relationship with Lan Qier, like a drug. Our interactions will become more frequent, and Da Bangchui and I will become deeply entangled and unable to extricate ourselves. We are both people with our own families to support. The biggest victim of this relationship is undoubtedly the poor Duoduolong, who suffers from erectile dysfunction. Our presence is eroding his marriage with Lan Qier. If we hadn't shown up in Chengdu, perhaps resentment and disappointment could have helped Lan Qier completely forget us. Humans are emotional beings; for love, we often do things we know are wrong, yet stubbornly insist on doing them. BJ Happy said that although I seem rational and good at controlling myself, I'm actually a typical cold-on-the-outside-but-warm-on-the-inside person. He could see that my passion for Lan Qier was no less than Big Stick's, just expressed differently. "You've been here for several days, haven't you called home?" A chill ran down my spine. Kong Gu Youlan's question reminded me that I'd been gone for days and had completely forgotten to call and let them know I was safe. The problem was, I hadn't received a single call from my wife either. In fact, Kong Gu Youlan and BJ Beijing had already realized that my family was broken. My wife and I were both struggling to maintain a facade of harmony. No woman would accept the explanation that her husband is asking if the trash has been taken out while he's having sex with her and has reached orgasm. No woman would accept her husband frequently going on business trips without explanation, sometimes for days at a time without a word...My wife was just pretending not to care, but how long could this feigned harmony last? We were both exhausted. I hadn't considered the underlying issues of these family matters at the time, my mind preoccupied with Lan Qi'er. Because of Lan Qi'er, BJ Kuaile and Konggu Youlan didn't point it out to me. BJ Kuaile later regretted this; perhaps if he had pointed it out, I would have given up the trip to Chengdu, and at least then there would have been a glimmer of hope to save my family. The next day, I bought a morning flight ticket to Chengdu, and BJ Kuaile and Konggu Youlan both saw me off at the airport. On the way, I called home. My wife answered, and we didn't say much, just a few words about trivial things. Finally, she said, "Xizi, take care of yourself while you're away." When we were deeply in love, my wife liked to call me Xizi. That day, she suddenly called me Xizi again. I hadn't heard it for years, and it felt strange, but it truly stirred up the feelings I had for my wife back when we were deeply in love. Of course, this one "Xizi" wouldn't make me give up my second trip to Chengdu. After saying goodbye to Beijing and Konggu Youlan, I passed through security and arrived at the departure hall. I saw Da Bangchui sitting there, head down, lost in thought. I walked over and sat down next to him, deliberately making a lot of noise. The noise startled Da Bangchui, and when he looked up and saw it was me, he had a completely calm expression, showing no surprise whatsoever. He pouted and said, "Damn, you've got a heart of gold." When we arrived at Chengdu Shuangliu International Airport, the same driver and the same Buick were already waiting for us. All the way, Da Bangchui kept urging the driver to go faster, almost speeding several times. I knew Da Bangchui was eager to see Lan Qier, and to be honest, I was too. We didn't arrive at the entrance of the apartment complex where Duoduolong and Lan Qier lived until noon. As soon as we got out of the car, Da Bangchui sent the driver and the Buick away. We climbed up to their building and rang the doorbell for ages, but no one answered. We were both in such a rush to Chengdu that we'd both forgotten to let Duoduolong know beforehand. I called Duoduolong's cell phone, and it took him a while to answer. "Brother, you're here? What? Bangchui is here too? I'm at the hospital with Lan Qier. Are you waiting at the door? Okay, I'll go back and open the door for you now." We waited until 1:30 before Duoduolong finally returned home, drenched in sweat. Duoduolong looked much older than when we last visited, and his spirits were low; he was exhausted. Before we even got inside, Bangchui wanted him to take him to the hospital to see Lan Qier, but I stopped him. “Brother Bangchui, it’s already noon. Shouldn’t our sister rest? Besides, our brother just got back; he needs to rest and catch his breath too. We’re not in a rush.” “Little brother, have you eaten yet?” “Not yet.” “How about this, I’ll cook something for us to eat together first, then your brother and I will go buy some things for our sister. You can take them to the hospital this afternoon and tell her we’re here and to wait for her at home, okay?” At noon, I didn’t let Duoduolong do anything. I cooked a meal myself. It was actually quite simple: two stir-fried dishes, a pork rib and winter melon soup, and some scrambled eggs. Our mood was different from the last time we came. This time, neither Bangchui nor I, nor Duoduolong, were really in the mood to eat; it was purely to fill our stomachs. "Brother, what's wrong with our sister? Why is it so serious?" "The doctor said it's anorexia. Actually, ever since you left last time, Lan Qi'er hasn't been able to eat much. At her worst, she would vomit everything she ate. Last week, I saw her losing clumps of hair, and I panicked and took her to the hospital." "How are you taking care of your wife?" Big Hammer couldn't help but complain to Duo Duolong. "Brother, I'm sorry, but Lan Qi'er, she misses you all. She didn't want me to tell you, saying she was afraid it would affect your lives. If I hadn't been forced into this situation, I wouldn't have told you..." Duo Duolong rambled on like a child who had done something wrong. Big Hammer was speechless. "Brother, you should rest for a while. Your brother Bangchui and I will go out and buy some things for Lan Qi'er. After we come back and have dinner, you can go to the hospital to bring Lan Qi'er food, okay?" After dinner, regardless of whether Big Hammer wanted to or not, I dragged him out to buy things. The things I bought for Lan Qi'er were different from what Big Bangchui bought. He bought royal jelly, Ganoderma lucidum oral liquid, packets of nutritional supplements, and some high-end fruits. But I went to the pharmacy first and bought small packets of angelica, goji berries, ginseng, astragalus... Then I went to the market. I didn't mind the mess; I picked out ducks one by one. I wanted to buy a several-year-old female duck, and it had to be a grain-fed duck. I wanted to make a clear stewed old duck soup. This soup is the most nourishing and invigorating soup. At that time, I really didn't know what else I could do for Lan Qi'er besides making her a pot of nourishing soup. I also bought a fish, some pork ribs, and some vegetables for a bowl of rice. The three men in the family had already made do with lunch, but dinner couldn't be rushed. Big Bangchui and I didn't care, but Duoduolong had to eat something good, otherwise, in this state, he would have to stay in the hospital before Lan Qi'er was discharged. I spent the entire afternoon making that soup. I rinsed the Chinese herbs carefully several times, and I meticulously plucked the feathers from the duck again and again, leaving no detail overlooked, even the finest feathers on the wingtips. The tonic soup simmered for over four hours before it was finally ready, and I kept a close eye on the heat in the kitchen the whole time. When was the last time I made tonic soup like this? When? The feeling was so similar. I remembered, when my wife was in postpartum confinement, I spent several hours every day making her a pot of tonic soup like this. That feeling was tiring yet blissful; I hadn't felt that way in a long time. This time was different. On my first day in Chengdu, I actually felt a little homesick. After the three of us men finished dinner, I carefully packed the tonic soup into the soup container from Duoduolong's place. The three of us, carrying a whole bunch of nutritional supplements that Dabangchui had bought, and of course, a large container of tonic soup, went to the hospital with Duoduolong. Dabangchui wanted to call his Buick to pick us up, but we thought it was too much trouble, so we simply took a taxi. Lan Qi'er is hospitalized in the inpatient department of the First People's Hospital of Chengdu. Her ward is on the 8th floor, and we all went up to the 8th floor. I said to Duo Duolong, "Brother, take all your things in and tell Lan Qi'er that we've come to Chengdu and are waiting at home for her to get better so she can come home. Her brother Bangchui and I are waiting for her at home. But we can't come to the hospital to see her right now." "Brother Xi, Brother Bangchui, aren't you two going in?" "Yes, we'll just look at her from outside. Give us the room key now, and we'll go back first." "Ah Xi, we're already at the door, why don't we go in? Our sister wants to see us, why don't you stay outside and I'll go in with her?" "Brother Bangchui, how can you be so inconsiderate? If we go in, there are so many people in the ward. What would we look like if they were a couple? This isn't home. We know our relationship well, but outside, people will gossip. We'll have to take a plane and leave, but our younger brother and sister still have to live here." I grabbed him. We stood outside the ward, watching through the glass as Duoduolong carried the things inside and placed them on the coffee table beside Lan Qier's bed. Even though Dabangchui and I were watching through the window, and Lan Qier's bed was at the farthest point from the window, we could still see how haggard she looked. Her face was much thinner, her complexion sallow; the rosy glow she had when we first met was completely gone. Her hair was thinning, and she looked listless in her hospital gown. Duoduolong opened the soup container and ladled some soup for his wife, but Lan Qier shook her head, meaning she didn't want to eat and had no appetite. Duoduolong poured the soup back into the container. He whispered something to her, but she still shook her head. Finally, Duoduolong pointed to the window where we were standing, and Lan Qier looked in the direction he was pointing. This time, she saw us outside. Lan Qi'er didn't ask Duo Duolong to feed her the soup. She picked up the spoon herself, scooped up a spoonful of soup, and drank it slowly. First, she smelled the aroma of the soup, and after each sip, she savored it. Whether it was because the soup was too hot or because Lan Qi'er's eyes were itchy, tears streamed down her face as she drank, dripping into the steaming soup. We watched Lan Qi'er finish the soup before leaving the hospital. Duo Duolong, however, stayed at the hospital that night to take care of his wife while she received an IV drip. When I left the hospital, I was fine, but when I turned to look at Da Bangchui, this strong, burly man, his face was covered in tears, just like Lan Qi'er's. For the next few days, I tried different ways to nourish Lan Qi'er. I brewed various tonics from morning till night, including red date and chicken soup, yam and tortoise soup…Big Bang wasn't much help. He was good at cooking elaborate dishes, but when it came to making nourishing soups, we Cantonese men were the experts. He could only lend a hand, and sometimes he couldn't even help at all. "Ah Xi, I didn't realize you were so good at taking care of women," Big Bang said, quite impressed with me for a while. We never went to the hospital again. We were busy trying to find ways to nourish Lan Qi'er, while Duo Duolong stayed with his wife at the hospital every day. He would come back for lunch and dinner, bringing Lan Qi'er's food and nourishing soup. He would bring good news every day: Lan Qi'er had drunk another large box of soup, she could eat some rice, she had started eating some duck meat… Lan Qi'er's condition was getting better and better. Actually, anorexia sounds serious, but once a patient regains their appetite, recovery is just a matter of time. In the evenings, Big Bang and I had nothing to do and nothing to talk about. After all, the relationship between Big Bang and me couldn't compare to the happiness I had with BJ. Although we'd only met once, we hit it off immediately. The bond between BJ and me was like that of brothers, even closer than brothers, because we saw each other as another version of ourselves. After dinner, we'd usually just sit idly in the living room of Duoduolong and Lanqier's house, watching TV and chatting casually. Sometimes we'd even fall asleep watching TV, one on the sofa and the other on the recliner. Duoduolong and Lanqier's house was still the same house, the living room was still the same living room, but without the lady of the house, everything felt lonely. On our fourth day in Chengdu, Lanqier was discharged from the hospital. Dabangchui called the Buick and Duoduolong to pick her up. I prepared a delicious meal and drinks at home, a small celebration for Lanqier's discharge. The three of them returned home at noon. I had carefully prepared a delicious meal, but the four of us ate in a very somber mood. No one spoke much; even the usually eloquent Big Bang couldn't crack a joke to cheer Lan Qi'er up. Meng silently kept piling food into Lan Qi'er's bowl, until it was piled high. Meanwhile, I was busy piling more substantial dishes into Duo Duo Long's bowl. I don't know why, but I felt as if the four of us had just experienced a brush with death, or perhaps survived a catastrophe. None of the three of us men could bear to lose Lan Qi'er. During the afternoon nap, Big Bang and I carried Lan Qi'er to the main room, and the three of us slept side by side, just like last time. But that noon, we did nothing. Because Lan Qi'er was still very weak after recovering from her illness, we didn't even take off our clothes. We remained silent for a long time. “Brothers, you really shouldn’t have come this time. I told Duoduolong that we couldn’t tell the two brothers what happened here, otherwise you would have rushed over.” “Brothers, it’s not that I’m criticizing you, I’m grateful that you care about me, but you have your own children, your wives, and a whole family to take care of. You can’t just think about me.” Dabangchui and I remained silent. We really didn’t know what to say, and the atmosphere was very awkward. “Brother, can you sing? Sing me a song.” “Sister, brother, I can’t sing, and I’m not good at it.” “Then, recite a poem for me. We have to do something.” I thought for a moment. I’m a science student, and when it comes to poetry, besides “The bright moonlight on my bedside, I suspect it is frost on the ground”… I really couldn’t think of any poems to recite. I thought for a while and then started reciting. "I would be a rushing torrent, a mountain stream, flowing over rugged paths and rocky cliffs… as long as my beloved is a little fish, swimming happily in my waves. I would be a wild forest, on the banks of the river, bravely battling the gusts of wind… as long as my beloved is a little bird, nesting and singing among my dense branches. I would be ruins, on steep cliffs, this silent destruction does not sadden me… as long as my beloved is green ivy, intimately climbing up my desolate brow. I would be a thatched hut, at the bottom of a deep valley, its roof battered by wind and rain… as long as my beloved is a lovely flame, flickering happily in my hearth. I would be a cloud, a tattered gray flag, lazily drifting in the vast sky… as long as my beloved is a coral-like sunset, beside my pale face, displaying its vibrant brilliance." "I Wish I Were a Torrent," written by the Hungarian poet Pet?fi Sándor in 1848, is a poem dedicated to his beloved Julia, and is considered one of the world's most famous love poems. I read this poem in my second year of high school. At that time, naive and immature, I simply found it catchy and beautifully written, so I memorized it. But today, reciting it evoked a new meaning, a deeper understanding of love, and it stirred my heart. Lan Qi'er and Da Bangchui were hearing this poem recited for the first time, and they followed along, reading each word carefully: "I wish I were a torrent…for my beloved…"."When I finished reading, I saw Duoduolong standing at the door of the main room, tears streaming down his face. After dinner, Dabangchui and I accompanied Lanqier to take a hot bath. We both took off our clothes and stood naked in front of each other. I filled the bathtub with hot water, lay down in it, Lanqier leaned against me, and Dabangchui stood on the edge of the tub. This was like the first time we came to Lanqier's house and played the threesome in the water, but the difference was that we didn't have sex. We just carefully wiped Lanqier's body. I can't describe the whole bathing process; it was a sacred, indescribable, and emotional act. We didn't have oral sex, we didn't ejaculate, we didn't even kiss. We would caress Lanqier..." We massaged her breasts, but it was truly a massage. We even pulled apart her labia majora, stretching her vaginal opening wide, but it was really just for cleaning her genitals. It wasn't an action, but a thought. At that moment, we had absolutely no erotic or sexual thoughts. Our penises weren't even erect; it was as if the two of us men simply wanted to use all our strength to wash away Lan Qi'er's illness and the troubles she mentioned. Later, I've had countless group sex sessions and countless times of threesomes swimming together, but I've never experienced anything like this day—a threesome with absolutely no feeling, no thought, and not even a desire for sex. At this point, the novel is nearing its end. "Group Sex—The Life I Want" is indeed about group sex. But what is group sex? What is its meaning? I think some people are still confused. My view, Ah Xi Zai's view, is that the focus of group sex isn't on intercourse, mating, or sex—to put it bluntly, it's about making love. Making love isn't the whole story of group sex, much less its most important aspect. The focus is on the group and the life itself. The group is about people who love each other being together; life is about feelings, about the little things filled with emotion. I don't know if our second time bathing together at Lan Qi'er's house counts as group sex, but I think it does. The three of us were happy together, honest with each other. Even without any sex, what does it matter? Sex, in the end, whether it's one man to one woman, one man to one man, one woman to one woman, N men to N women, or one woman to N men, is ultimately just the two processes of penetration and thrusting. This novel isn't about this simple act, but about the people making love, the subtle emotional exchange between them, and about our lives, our ideal lives. We stayed at Duoduolong and Lanqi'er's house for two weeks, the longest we'd ever stayed there, and of course, the last. Under the careful care of the three of us men, Lanqi'er's body slowly recovered, and our sex life finally began four days before we left. Before that, we showered and slept naked together every day. We even touched each other's genitals. Although Lanqi'er asked us countless times to have sex with her, Dabangchui and I insisted. Lanqi'er's health was the most important thing; sex, in fact, wasn't. For the last four days, just like the first time we visited Lan Qi'er's house, we spent all our time making love, except for eating and sleeping. We ejaculated all our semen into Lan Qi'er's vagina without reservation. The pleasure from the continuous orgasms was truly wonderful. We felt like we were floating on clouds, happy and carefree. This time, Lan Qi'er took the initiative to ask us to leave. The morning before we left, we made love until dawn. We held Lan Qi'er close. "Brother, you should go." "Let's stay a few more days, just a few more days, okay?" It was Da Bangchui who was most reluctant to leave Lan Qi'er. "No, you've been away for almost two weeks. What will your wife and children think? You have a responsibility to them." "Brother, you two go. I love responsible men, not cowardly men." "Brother, you two have me in your hearts, and I have you in mine. We love each other, and that's enough for a woman." "Brother, I want you to see this place." Lan Qi'er propped her genitals up with a pillow, spread her thighs, and used her fingers to pull apart her labia majora. She endured the pain, opening her vagina wide enough for us to see the semen we'd ejaculated inside her all night flowing out. Almost every group sex session involves someone enjoying watching the woman's vaginal fluids flow; this, to some extent, brings men a strange sense of sexual satisfaction and accomplishment. This kind of play is always considered very lewd. But at that moment, neither Big Stick nor I felt anything lewd, obscene, or pornographic. "Brother, I want you to remember this place, to remember this impression, because this place will always belong to you. You must never forget this place, okay?" At the time, we didn't understand Lan Qi'er's words at all, just nodded. It wasn't until much later that I understood the true meaning of those words. The second time we parted, our sadness wasn't as intense. This time, we had Lan Qi'er and Duo Duolong see us off at the airport; Buick took us to Chengdu Shuangliu International Airport. When we left that day, Lan Qier didn't shed any tears, but instead recited Pet?fi's poem "I Would Be a Torrent". "I would be a rushing torrent, a mountain stream, flowing over rugged paths and rocky cliffs… as long as my beloved is a little fish, swimming happily in my waves. I would be a wild forest, on the banks of the river, bravely battling the gusts of wind… as long as my beloved is a little bird, nesting and singing among my dense branches. I would be ruins, on steep cliffs, this silent destruction does not sadden me… as long as my beloved is green ivy, intimately climbing up my desolate brow. I would be a thatched hut, at the bottom of a deep valley, its roof battered by wind and rain… as long as my beloved is a lovely flame, flickering happily in my hearth. I would be a cloud, a tattered gray flag, lazily drifting in the vast sky… as long as my beloved is a coral-like sunset, beside my pale face, displaying its vibrant brilliance." I actually only recited this poem to Lan Qier once, but she remembered it firmly, and I think she'll never forget it. My wife and I got divorced a week after I returned home from my second trip to Chengdu. In the divorce agreement, my wife would raise Mao Mao, and the savings and car would all go to her. Actually, I wanted to give her everything, including the house. But she didn't want it; she left the house to me. She said, "Xizi, we've been husband and wife in this house for six years. I can take everything, but not the house. Living here, at least you'll remember me, the woman who was your wife, who cooked for you, did your laundry, and served you, even though sex could never satisfy you. You should always remember that she gave you a daughter named Mao Mao." My wife and I separated peacefully. In fact, we had sex every single day for the week before the separation. During those days, we made love every day. I used all the techniques I learned from Lan Qier and Konggu Youlan, and my wife's sex skills, or rather, her passion, were unexpectedly good. But I suddenly realized that my wife's vagina seemed to have become very loose, and I wasn't used to it. I remember when my wife brought up breaking up, we had just finished making love. I was stroking her vulva, which was dripping with my semen, and my wife didn't say anything. Every time after making love, I would stroke a woman's vulva. Sometimes I would gently probe the opening of her vagina. I liked the feeling of her vaginal fluid after making love to me—slippery, with a strange smell, erotic but incredibly satisfying. My wife knew my habit, and every time she would cooperate by lifting her buttocks and spreading her thighs as wide as possible. "Ah Xi, do you like my vulva?" "Yes, of course I like it." "What if it were dripping with the semen of many men? Would you still like it?" "What are you talking about?" "Ah Xi, I'm talking about the life you want. Group sex, isn't that the life you want?" "Why are you talking like this today…?""Ah happy, I know you have a lot on your mind, I know all of that." "Ah happy, I've known for a long time that you've been seeing someone else. Don't ask me how I know, women always have that intuition, you can't hide it from them." "I used to read a lot of online romance novels, and some men could always keep their extramarital affairs so well hidden, for years. Later, when my own husband found another woman, I realized that was all nonsense. Take my husband, for example, I've been married to him for six years, a full six years. I know every hair, every pore, every cell in his body. One look from him, and I know what he's thinking." "Ah Xi, actually, I can understand you seeing other women, I can pretend I don't know. Sexually, I can't satisfy you, and other women satisfy you for me, I have no right to object." "How long can a person live? Maybe seventy, but by forty-five, many men struggle even to get an erection. My man is thirty; he can only enjoy sex for about fifteen more years. Fifteen years—it's just a blink of an eye. You have every right to enjoy sex before you get old, but unfortunately, I can never satisfy you. I don't know why, but I can never truly enjoy sex. To me, it's just a process of procreation, a responsibility I should fulfill as a husband." "Ah-Xi, I don't object to you having other women, but I always want to know, what's that woman really like? Is she prettier than me? Is she gentler than me? Can she serve my man better in bed than I can? Is she truly sincere towards my man, or is she just pretending? Will she hurt my man…?""Ah happy, I know you. You can't keep secrets. I know where that woman is; she's on your computer, in your QQ history. I asked a friend to find hacking software to crack your QQ password, but I didn't expect it to be so simple. It's our wedding anniversary, 200408013, and it's just that simple. I also unexpectedly found your online diary on your computer." "A password, you might have set it casually, but I'm more inclined to believe that when my man created a QQ account to find other women, he at least kept our wedding anniversary in mind. My closest girlfriend once asked me what kind of man I was, and I said, 'Ah Xi is a responsible man. No matter how much he drinks outside, no matter how beautiful the women are trying to entice him, he'll always remember to come home. He always distinguishes between playing around and real life.'" "Ah happy, I really didn't expect that you weren't actually having affairs. You were actually involved in group sex. I really didn't expect your ideal life to be sharing a woman with other men, including sex. At first, I couldn't accept that my man preferred this kind of dirty, perverted, beast-like sex. Is my man even human? I was stunned. I really didn't know what to do." "During that time, I kept searching online for articles about group sex, even pornographic novels. I still couldn't understand why you were so obsessed with it. At that time, I couldn't figure out if you liked that woman named Lan Qi'er because you loved group sex, or if you loved her and therefore liked group sex. You probably don't even know yourself." "Later, I felt I needed to experience group sex firsthand. I wanted to try to accommodate you. Since my man likes to do this, why can't I do it with him? If this can satisfy both of us, wouldn't our marriage be able to go back to what it was before? I gave myself a screen name, 'Return the Pearl to the Emperor,' and fabricated a Shenzhen identity to join the group." "I experienced the kind of one-woman-multiple-men sex you described in your online notes three times in the South China Sea. I admit, this kind of sex is incredibly attractive, whether you're a man or a woman, even someone like me who isn't particularly into sex can become addicted and unable to extricate myself." "I had a lot of fun and enjoyed myself immensely with those dozen or so men each time. Really, this kind of sexual pleasure is something you can't experience in a one-on-one marriage." "I didn't know any of them, but during sex, every penis that entered me felt more like a living, breathing man—his personality, character, worldview, and views on sex. Some were long, some short, some thick, some thin; they were so hot. Some were skilled, expertly stimulating every erogenous zone on my body; some preferred the force of thrusting, always reaching my cervix; some had a lot of semen, some had very little; some could ejaculate inside me many times in a row, while others might only ejaculate quickly once. The beauty of sex allowed us to understand and love each other." "I've even tried having two or more penises inserted into my vagina or anus at the same time. The feeling is indescribable. My vagina and anus felt like they were being torn apart, it hurt so much, and my vagina would become loose because of it. But that pain was also so wonderful. Each penis was a man, and inside me, I was actually reaching a spiritual exchange with several men at a higher level of sexual love." "I like the feeling of everyone ejaculating into my vagina. That hot liquid is not just semen, it is also the burning love of men for women." "I like it like now, with my vagina wide open, and us watching the vaginal fluid flow out of my vaginal opening together. I don't know if that is a fusion of love. Having sex with a dozen men, the feeling of being loved by a dozen men at the same time is really comfortable and blissful. Even every time I take the bus back to Guangzhou from Nanhai, my vaginal opening is still gushing out semen, and my underwear is soaked when I get home." "I don't know if this counts as lingering aftertaste, a feeling of wanting more." "After playing three times, I finally understood, Ah Xi, why you were so obsessed with this kind of sex. It truly was a wonderful life." "Ah Xi, back then, you were always absent-minded. You didn't care about my changes at all. I never told you because I hoped that one day you would see me in Nanhai, and we could play together. Only by playing like that could I awaken my sexual desire, only by playing like that could we return to our former life. I played three times in total, but I never met you. I didn't know you were a group admin, and when we played in Guangzhou, you didn't show up." "Ah Xi, I decided to give up this life because of one thing. The third time I played in Nanhai, when I got home, I was bathing Mao Mao naked that night. Mao Mao asked me, 'Mommy, why is your area so red and swollen, and there's that kind of fluid?' I didn't know how to explain it to my child. I suddenly realized a problem: Ah Xi, I can have the group sex life you want with you, but what about the child? How can we face her?" When she grows up, she'll realize she has parents who are different from others—parents who are seen as shameless, debauched, and wildly promiscuous by others. How will that feel? Children's eyes are discerning; she's growing up every day. "Ah Xi, your ideal life isn't wrong. We do get immense satisfaction—spiritual, mental, and physical—during group activities. But what happens after the activities? We still have to return to reality. In reality, we're still misunderstood. Just like you wrote in your diary, we're ultimately just a stone. No matter how high we're thrown, we'll eventually fall back to the ground because of gravity, never leaving Earth." "Lan Qi'er, is that her online name? It's a really nice name. It's a pity I never had the chance to meet her. She must be prettier than me. Chengdu girls are nice; fair skin, age well, and she knows how to care for men." "Ah Xi, let's get a divorce. I'll take Mao Mao with me. We want a normal life. Don't come looking for us again, okay?" Ah happy, I love you. Even leaving you is because of love. Go find Lan Qi'er. You can find the life you want with her. "Now I finally understand why my wife pretended to believe my 'have you taken out the trash?' explanation, why she suddenly bought a laptop and a data card during that time, and why she went to 'yoga' every weekend... That night, I barely spoke; I listened to every word my wife said. My wife was right. We can choose the pressures society puts on us, but we can't face our children. Unless I completely give up my pursuit of an ideal life, but I can't give up the life I want. Agreeing to divorce, I had no other choice. I hardly told anyone in the group chat about my divorce, including Lan Qier. Only two people knew about it: BJ Kuaile and PK Malatang. I called BJ Kuaile the night my wife and Mao Mao moved out. I never drink, but that day I drank a whole bottle of Moutai. I was on the phone, drinking and crying. I'm not a weak man who cries easily, but when I called BJ Kuaile that time, I cried my eyes out. In this empty house, I was completely drunk." The Chengdu group activity that Lan Qier requested we organize ultimately didn't happen, not because we didn't try hard enough, but because, for some reason, she lost enthusiasm for it after a while. She told me she didn't want to participate anymore, and then, without any warning or explanation, she left the group. Lan Qier and Duoduolong also changed their phone numbers and even their Chengdu addresses. The couple left cleanly, without leaving a trace. It wasn't until April of this year that I understood why. My wife and Mao Mao had been gone for a while, and I suddenly became disheartened. I stopped enthusiastically organizing group activities, and even spent much less time online. I even asked BJ Kuaile to remove me from the administrator list. During that time, besides going to work and coming home, I would smoke in that empty room every night. That's when I developed my smoking addiction. Sometimes, I couldn't sleep all night, smoking one cigarette after another until dawn. I smoked two packs of cigarettes, and my room floor was covered with cigarette butts. I kept replaying in my mind the details of my life with my wife over the past six years, and every day of our daughter's growth from birth to when she was over three years old. My headaches started during that time, and I suffered from insomnia night after night. PK Malatang came to Guangzhou to see me a month and a half after my divorce. Although she said she was only coming to see me because we had chatted well online and felt we clicked, and that she was on a business trip to Guangzhou and wanted to see me on the side, I always felt that she came specifically to see me. Because afterwards, she inexplicably "went on business trips" to Guangzhou several times, and almost every time it was the same: alone, not with CQ Sauerkraut Fish, and as soon as she got off the plane, she couldn't wait to come and have sex with me, and she would stay for at least half a month.The first time she came, she stayed at a hotel in Tianhe District and sent me a private message asking me to come find her. When I arrived from Baiyun Road, she was already sitting in the hotel lobby waiting for me. The lobby was crowded, but she waved at me as if she'd known me all along, even though she'd never actually seen me in person or even a picture of me. She smiled at me, "You must be Ah Xi, right? Damn, you look fucking like BJ Kuaile." I was surprised that both PK Malatang and BJ Kuaile could recognize me from the crowd at a glance. Their explanations were the same: they imagined me to look like BJ Kuaile, and I happened to look exactly like them. I don't know if my appearance really does resemble BJ Kuaile, or if I really do look like her as PK Malatang said, but I'm definitely not BJ Kuaile. PK Malatang and I chatted for a while in her hotel room, talking about some group activities, like events in the Nanhai area where we're close friends in the Guangzhou area. But neither of us mentioned BJ's happiness; we just chatted idly. "Ah happy, let's make love." "Mmm." To be honest, PK Spicy Hot Pot and I didn't really open up to each other. It was never as harmonious as our online private chats. Since we couldn't talk about it, we decided to have sex. That was my first time having sex with PK Spicy Hot Pot. Even in a normal one-on-one situation, we both enjoyed it immensely. We did a strange position somewhere between doggy style and rear-entry. I knelt on the bed, inserting my penis into PK Spicy Hot Pot's vagina from behind. She wasn't lying flat; instead, she stood with her hands against the wall, adjusting the angle of her vaginal opening so that my penis wasn't inserted straight in, but at a certain angle. This angled insertion is actually the best way for a man to have sex with a woman whose vagina is relatively loose. Because JJ and PK Malatang's vaginas were at a certain angle, I could always feel the suction force from the internal muscles of her vagina at the glans of JJ's penis. This feeling was like inserting into the very tight vagina of a virgin. I had sex with Lan Qier, Kong Gu Youlan, and PK Malatang, but PK Malatang's moans were the most captivating and seductive to men. During sex, she always conveyed a message to men through unrestrained moans of "Ah, ah, ah..." This message undoubtedly further stimulated men's libido, making them last longer and reach more intense orgasms. When PK Malatang learned that I had divorced my wife, she asked me the next day to stay at my house instead of staying in a hotel. Although this request was a bi

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