Forbidden Blood Love (2)

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However, adding another person to the family wasn't as simple as my mother said, like adding a pair of chopsticks. Plus, my uncle had run off with all the family money, making our lives even more difficult.

As the college entrance exam approached, I heard from my sister's classmate, Li Luo, that my sister wanted to give up the exam. Li Luo also grew up in our town; he and my sister had been classmates from elementary to middle school, and he had always liked her.

That day, I rushed home. My house was a small, single-story house with a courtyard. Just as I reached the door, I heard my mother and sister talking in the courtyard. "

Yanyan, we can't afford to send two people to university. It's all my fault, I'm so sorry..." my mother cried. I couldn't help but stop and eavesdrop.

I heard my sister comfort her: "Mom, it's okay, this is my own choice. Besides, whether or not you go to university doesn't determine your entire life, and I can work while studying for adult education." "If my brother can get into university in two years..."

I couldn't listen anymore. I pushed open the courtyard door and saw my mother sitting in the courtyard, my sister kneeling in front of her, wiping away her tears and talking to her. Both mother and daughter looked at me in surprise.

I knelt down in front of my mother and said urgently, "Mom, please, let my sister take the college entrance exam."

"Zhenhao..." my sister pushed me, signaling me to shut up. I looked at her and said, "Sister, your grades are so good, it's such a pity to give up the college entrance exam."

I turned to my mother again, "Mom, let my sister go to university, I'll earn money to support the family, okay?"

"Zhenhao, what nonsense are you talking about?" my sister pushed me again, anxiously.

I told her, "I'm the boy in the family, earning money to support the family is my responsibility. You and your sister just need to study hard, you don't need to worry about anything else." "Shut

up!" my sister yelled at me. I yelled back at her, "You shut up!"

My mother burst into tears. To her, both her children were equally precious, and deciding who should go to university and who shouldn't was heartbreaking!

I stood up and stubbornly said, "I've made up my mind. I'll drop out of school tomorrow and find a job."

My mother stared at me blankly. My sister stood up and said to me, "Zhenhao, please, please stop talking!"

My mother sat in her chair for a long while, then suddenly got up and searched for something in the courtyard. My sister asked, puzzled, "Mom, what are you doing?"

My mother picked up a clothesline stick and started hitting me, yelling and hitting me, "I told you not to go to school! I told you not to go to school! I raised you all these years, and this is how you repay me?"

I cried and dodged, and my sister also cried and begged my mother to stop. She cried and shouted at me again, "Aren't you going to apologize to Mom?"

I immediately knelt down in front of my mother. Only then did my mother stop, pulled by my sister. She threw down the clothesline stick and angrily said, "Tell me, are you going to school or not?"

I looked up, my face streaked with tears, and cried, "Mom, I promise I'll study hard and get into university. When I get a job, I'll repay you and my sister, and give you and my younger sister a good life.

" My mother cupped my face in

her hands, tears streaming down her face, and said, "Silly child, I don't need your repayment. I'll be content as long as you grow up to be a successful person." She hugged me tightly, and I clung to her waist, sobbing uncontrollably. My sister also came over and knelt beside me, hugging me and my mother as we cried.

That day, the three of us, mother and sons, embraced and wept again, the first time since I left my in-laws' house seven years ago. My younger sister, Xiaoqiao, stood inside the house, silently weeping as she watched us.

Five years have passed. I, at twenty-one, am a junior in college. My sister, twenty-three, has been working as a saleswoman in a shopping mall since graduating high school, while also studying for self-taught exams in her spare time. My younger sister, Xiaoqiao, is fourteen, a beautiful young woman in her second year of junior high school.

To ease the burden on my family, I secretly took a job as a waitress at a bar, working every night. This job was introduced to me by Zhang Ming, a college classmate. He and two friends who played music formed a band and performed at various bars.

The bar owner was a woman named Sister Fei, around thirty years old, quite beautiful and with a good figure. According to Zhang Ming, Sister Fei had a powerful background and extensive connections, practically navigating both the legitimate and underworld circles. She owned several bars and other businesses.

Because my sister had a job, I could earn some money to supplement the family income, and our family's life was starting to improve. But then, my mother fell ill. Due to years of overwork, her condition worsened, requiring surgery. However, the surgery was extremely expensive, posing a significant challenge for my sister and me.

To allow my mother to focus on her treatment, we concealed the cost of the surgery from her and secretly mortgaged our house to the bank, but we still fell short.

So I went to Sister Fei and asked her to lend me some money. I thought that since she had always treated me well, essentially regarding me as a younger brother, she would surely be willing to help me.

That night at Sister Fei's bar, after hearing what I said, she looked at me with a strange gaze. In the dim, hazy light, she looked exceptionally alluring. Sitting on a high stool by the bar, one hand holding a glass, the other resting on the bar, her high breasts and deep cleavage made my heart race, yet I dared not look directly at her.

Sister Fei said that instead of borrowing money from her, I should earn it myself. I stammered, "Where am I going to earn so much money all of a sudden?" She asked if I had ever slept with a woman. I blushed and said no, I didn't know why she was asking me that.

Then, Sister Fei told me something. She knew some wealthy women who were lonely and empty because their husbands neglected them, and wanted to find young, handsome men to play with, preferably virgins, so they could experience the thrill of deflowering a man.

She also said that I was handsome enough and had a good body, and with my qualifications, if I was willing, she could help me negotiate a very good price, which would not be a problem to cover my mother's surgery fees.

Although I knew doing this would be unfair to my mother and my sister, the thought of my mother in the hospital bed and my sister working hard selling clothes in the mall made me struggle internally before reluctantly nodding.

One night, I went to a hotel with a woman in her thirties. She was quite pretty, full-figured and fair-skinned, adorned with jewels—clearly a wealthy woman.

After entering the room, she took a shower and came out wearing a short hotel bathrobe, her long, white legs bare. It seemed she wasn't wearing anything underneath; her breasts were partially visible through the opening in the bathrobe, and her pubic hair was intermittently visible through the opening below.

I was nervous, yet inexplicably expectant and excited; my heart pounded. The woman told me to shower too, instructing me not to wear anything when I came out. I did as she said, but covered my genitals with my hands when I came out.

The woman gave me a satisfied look, and told me to let go. I reluctantly did so, and she stared at my crotch for a while, then gave me another satisfied look.

She stood up and took off her bathrobe, revealing herself completely naked, her dark forest thick and lush. She swayed her ample breasts and hips as

she walked towards me, reaching out to grasp my penis. In the previous twenty-one years, I had never touched a woman, nor had a woman touched me; I instantly became erect in her hand. The young woman had me sit on the edge of the bed, then knelt between my legs, taking my penis into her mouth and sucking it rhythmically. My mind went blank, and I quickly ejaculated into her mouth. Only

after I finished did she remove her mouth, swallow it, and lick the residue clean. She looked up at me, smiling with satisfaction, "You really are a virgin."

I was at a loss. Then the young woman pulled me onto the bed, and under her guidance, I kissed her, kissed her breasts, sucked her nipples, and caressed her body. Finally, she had me kneel between her long, white legs and lick her genitals, teaching me how while moaning and saying things like "It feels so good."

Despite the unpleasant stench emanating from her, I tried my best to please her because my mother needed money for surgery. During this time, I got an erection again, even though I had ejaculated just over ten minutes earlier.

Then she told me to lie on top of her. That night, excluding the time I ejaculated into the young woman's mouth, I had sex with her four times, each time lasting longer than the last. She kept screaming and shouting, screaming and yelling.

The young woman was very satisfied; she paid me, just enough to cover the shortfall in my mother's surgery fees. She even took my phone number, saying I could contact her again later. I didn't say anything.

At dawn, I left the hotel with the money the young woman had given me. Walking on the deserted streets except for the sanitation workers cleaning, I thought of NBA star Kobe Bryant's words—"Have you ever seen Los Angeles at four in the morning?"

I hadn't, but I had seen Qingdao at four in the morning. Those sanitation workers were forced by circumstances to make a living, and so was I. At that moment, I silently wept inside.

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