Mother and daughter neighbors (1-6)

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(Original work, previously posted on 69, revised and reposted.)

1.
"Uncle Chen..."
One day in mid-January 2018, I was waiting for the elevator at my door when I suddenly heard someone call my name.
Standing in front of me was a girl of about seventeen or eighteen, about 1.67 meters tall, with an oval face, big eyes, and medium-length hair. Two longer strands of hair fell on either side of her bangs, making her a pretty, delicate, and slender young woman—a classic beauty.
"Oh, Shanshan!" I replied.
Her name was Huang Shanshan, my neighbor. We lived on the same floor, and she lived with her mother. Huang Shanshan was a senior in high school, just starting her winter break. I heard she aspired to enter the entertainment industry and dreamed of becoming a singer, but I had never heard her sing before.
"Uncle Chen, where are you going?" Huang Shanshan asked me.
"Going to the supermarket to buy some things. What about you?"
Because we were quite familiar with each other, we always exchanged pleasantries whenever we met.
"I'm going to participate in a talent show, hehe..." Huang Shanshan winked at me playfully.
For years, she had been participating in talent shows in the entertainment industry, but it seemed she had never been selected.
After waiting for a while, the elevator still hadn't come up, and Huang Shanshan couldn't help but complain, "Damn it, what's going on?"
Then she realized she shouldn't have sworn in front of me, stuck out her tongue, "Oops! Sorry..."
"It's okay," I said with a forgiving smile.
I noticed she was wearing a red and black jacket, a pleated mini-skirt that revealed her long, bare legs, and cute beige mid-top leather shoes.
Although it was the middle of winter, Haikou, located at the southernmost tip of the subtropics, still had a pleasant climate, which was why the girl didn't feel cold wearing a short skirt.
I thought to myself, with such a short skirt, wouldn't she accidentally expose herself? Doesn't her mother say anything to her? But her mother is usually so busy, she can't even take care of her daily life, how could she have time to care about these things?
My thoughts drifted back to a year and a half ago. Because we're neighbors, and Huang Shanshan's mother and my wife Fang Min have a good relationship, when her mother is too busy, she asks us to take care of her. She eats and drinks at our house, and sometimes even sleeps there.
At first, I didn't mind, but after a while, I inevitably felt our lives were being disturbed by the child. But Fang Min told me that since we don't have children, we should just treat Shanshan like our own daughter.
Fang Min and I have been married for several years, but for various reasons, we haven't had children, so she really likes Huang Shanshan.
Fang Min is a university English teacher. We met, fell in love, and became husband and wife, and we've been living together ever since. We still love each other very much.
She has short, chestnut-colored hair that complements her delicate face and quiet temperament. She's slender yet curvaceous at 1.65 meters tall. As a wife, Fang Min is impeccable—gentle, charming, and understanding. Her beauty and status as a university teacher make my friends incredibly envious.
A few years ago, after Huang Shanshan and her mother moved here and became our neighbors, her mother would often come to visit. Before long, she and Fang Min became inseparable best friends.
Frankly, I didn't like Huang Shanshan's mother much; I always felt she was a woman with a complicated past, and I once advised Fang Min to keep her distance. Fang Min laughed and said I was overthinking it.
I didn't know exactly what Huang Shanshan's mother did for a living, but Fang Min said she seemed to be in public relations at a large company.
Huang Shanshan seemed to have a strained relationship with her mother, rarely talking about her with us. Even when we asked, she would only give a few words, referring to her mother as "that auntie" or something similar. It's understandable; besides providing for her basic needs, her mother rarely showed her much care, so it's normal for there to be a rift between mother and daughter.
One night, Huang Shanshan's mother didn't come home again, and Huang Shanshan naturally stayed at my house. She was not yet seventeen at the time and was afraid to stay home alone overnight. That day happened to be our twice-weekly intimacy day. When I came out of the bathroom after showering, I saw that girl still watching TV in the living room, so I said to her, "Shanshan, why aren't you asleep yet? It's late."
Because the house isn't big, if Fang Min and I made any noise in the bedroom, she would definitely hear us, so I was trying to persuade her to go to sleep early. But she stared intently at the TV screen, not even looking up, and said, "I'll sleep after I finish watching, it'll be over soon."
Helpless, I went to the study to write on the computer. My profession, to put it nicely, is that of a writer, but in reality, I'm just someone who makes a living by writing. Since writing a very well-received novel ten years ago, I haven't made any significant achievements in recent years, usually making a living by writing on public accounts and serializing novels online. After
writing for a while, I came out of the study and saw Huang Shanshan slumped on the sofa, fast asleep. I silently thanked my lucky stars and went over to turn off the TV. I wanted to ask Fang Min to come out and take her to the room, but considering that Fang Min is also a woman, how could she have that much strength? I had no choice but to do it myself.
Anyway, there was no need to avoid someone like my daughter. I picked Huang Shanshan up from the sofa; she was quite heavy. I thought to myself, it's only been a few years, and that unremarkable little girl has grown into a young woman.
Huang Shanshan's nightgown was quite short; when I lifted her horizontally, it slipped down to her waist, revealing her bare thighs and even her underwear. Coupled with her soft, fragrant body and the sweet scent of her sleeping body, even with a pure heart, I couldn't help but feel a stirring in my heart.
I scolded myself inwardly, "You're almost forty, how dare you have such thoughts about a teenage girl?"
After carrying Huang Shanshan to the bed in the guest room, I covered her with a blanket, closed the door, and went back to my own bedroom. Fang Min was lying in bed reading; I knew she was waiting for me.
"Is Shanshan asleep?" Fang Min asked, closing her book as I entered.
"Yeah, I carried her to the bed."
"You...carried her to the bed?" Fang Min looked at me with a half-smile.
"Hey! She fell asleep on the sofa, so I had to carry her in! Don't overthink it."
"Just kidding! Honey, hurry up..." Fang Min laughed, taking off her nightgown, revealing she wasn't wearing anything underneath.
I got into bed and embraced Fang Min's naked body, starting foreplay until she was fully aroused. Then I lifted my head between her legs and mounted her.
With each thrust, Fang Min got into the swing of things, moaning and groaning, her full breasts swaying back and forth.
Just at the crucial moment, my penis betrayed me again and went soft. In the last month or two, I've often experienced erectile dysfunction, either having difficulty getting an erection beforehand or suddenly going soft during sex.
"What's wrong? Honey, is it soft again?" Fang Min opened her eyes and asked me.
"Yeah..." I nodded apologetically.
“It’s okay, I’ll give you a blowjob.” Fang Min got up, knelt between my legs, and took it into her mouth.
She patiently sucked for a while, then said, “It’s hard, again…”
Then she turned around and knelt on the bed, raising her round, snow-white buttocks, letting me enter from behind… Unfortunately, the good time didn’t last long, and I soon lost my erection again, so I could only apologize to Fang Min, “I’m sorry, wife.”
She was in her thirties, in the prime of her life, and this situation made me feel very guilty.
“It’s okay, husband, I’m tired too, let’s rest!” Fang Min said understandingly with a smile.
Seeing my dejected state, she hugged me and said, "Don't worry too much. You're probably just too tired lately... Also, is it possible that Shanshan being home tonight affected your mood?"
"No, it's not Shanshan's fault..." I adjusted my glasses and said, "If it really doesn't work, I'll go to the hospital."
"Okay..." Fang Min nodded vigorously, "I'll keep trying to get you hard too. Honey, let's cheer each other on!"
She was always so understanding. She loved me very much and was a very virtuous woman. I felt that marrying her was a blessing from my past life.
However, half a year later, Fang Min suddenly passed away due to an accidental car accident. I felt like my world collapsed.
On the day of the funeral, Huang Shanshan and her mother stayed with me for a long time, comforting me. I thought, what was supposed to be a home for two suddenly became a home for one. Also, maybe Huang Shanshan won't be able to come to my house anymore?
"Uncle Chen, what are you thinking about?"
Huang Shanshan's words interrupted my reverie. I chuckled. "Oh, no, I wasn't thinking about anything... Um, Shanshan, you're seventeen, right?"
"Pfft! Seventeen? I turned eighteen this month, okay? I can smoke, drink, and date guys now!"
Huang Shanshan said excitedly. This girl born in the 2000s was always so lively and talkative in front of me.
"By the way, Uncle Chen, I'm an adult now, at least buy me a gift to show your appreciation!"
"A gift? Didn't your mom buy you one?"
"Heh..." Huang Shanshan rolled her eyes and sneered, "That auntie! She probably forgot how old I am, right?" Just as
I was about to tell her not to talk about her mother like that, the elevator doors opened, and a tall, graceful, heavily made-up young woman stepped out.
She had a beautiful face, long, wavy brown hair, and wore a revealing low-cut bodycon mini dress that accentuated her cleavage and prominent breasts. She wore a blazer over it, making her look incredibly alluring.
When she saw me, she smiled and said, "Shaoyan! Long time no see."

2.
The young woman was Huang Shanshan's mother, Huang Xiaolei. I had heard Fang Min mention her age before; she was a little over a year older than me, already forty-one. But judging from her figure and appearance, she didn't seem like a middle-aged woman approaching forty; she looked more like a woman in her thirties.
"Yes, yes! Shanshan's mom..." I replied politely.
Huang Xiaolei was wearing high heels and was almost taller than me, who was 1.75 meters tall; I estimated her height to be at least 1.68 meters.
I never really knew what Huang Xiaolei did for a living. I just felt that her nocturnal lifestyle and her attire didn't seem like those of a respectable woman. So, even though Fang Min was very close to her when she was alive, I didn't have a good impression of her and never really wanted to talk to her.
"How are you? Lately... is everything alright?"
I knew what she meant, after all, Fang Min hadn't been gone for long.
"I'm fine, thanks for your concern."
"Are you... going out?"
"Yeah, going to the supermarket to buy cigarettes."
As someone who makes a living by writing, cigarettes are an essential source of inspiration.
"Okay, I won't keep you any longer, we'll talk later."
After saying goodbye to Huang Xiaolei, I entered the elevator car, and Huang Shanshan followed.
"Where are you going again? You little brat, you're a senior in high school, why aren't you studying at home? What are you always wandering around for?" Huang Xiaolei grabbed the hood of her daughter's jacket.
"Let go! What business is it of yours where I go?" Huang Shanshan shouted indignantly.
"What did you say? You're so disrespectful, are
you looking for trouble?" Huang Xiaolei yelled, noticing Huang Shanshan's skirt again, and continued her tirade, "Didn't I tell you not to wear such a short skirt? Go home and change right now!"
"I won't! And you're talking to me! Look at yourself, your breasts are practically showing!"
Her daughter's retort made Huang Xiaolei's eyes widen in anger. "What did you say? Say it again!"
"Shanshan, you talk to Mom, I'm going downstairs." I had no interest in listening to this mother and daughter who always argued, so I pressed the close button.
"Wait for me..." Huang Shanshan jumped into the elevator.
"Honestly, you're always asking Uncle Chen questions, why don't you ask me anything?" She continued to tease her mother.
"You brat, what nonsense are you talking about? Get out here!"
Huang Xiaolei was about to grab her daughter when the elevator doors closed.
"Hehe..." Huang Shanshan laughed triumphantly.
I glanced at her and said, "Shanshan, don't talk to your mother like that."
Huang Shanshan scoffed dismissively. I knew she wasn't targeting me, but her mother. I shook my head and smiled bitterly, then said nothing more.
The next evening, I was drinking with my friend Hao Dawei at a night market stall. Hao Dawei was a moderately famous screenwriter, having penned scripts for numerous popular dramas, achieving both fame and fortune.
He was my junior from university, two years below me. We used to play soccer together often, which is how we became buddies. He had also pursued Fang Min back then, but failed because Fang Min fell in love with me. That was the only area where he had lost to me all these years.
"A good work has sustained you for ten years; it's time to produce another good work, isn't it?" he said as he poured me a drink.
By every aspect, Hao Dawei was a handsome middle-aged man, impeccably dressed, with a remarkably upright 1.78-meter frame. The light stubble on his upper lip and chin added a touch of sexiness and nonchalant charm.
He was well aware of my recent setbacks; we were old friends, so there was no need for us to hide anything from each other. He made no attempt to conceal his success from me, nor did he gloat over my failures.
"Let's wait and see. These things are rare and require time and inspiration," I said.
Hao Dawei took a sip of his drink and glanced at me. "You're so stubborn. I asked you to write scripts with me back then, but you wouldn't listen. Otherwise, you wouldn't be like this now."
"Come on! It's all just flattery and praise, or entertainment above all else, superficial and shallow. Your third-rate TV dramas have no artistic merit whatsoever. I'd rather not bother with them."
"Hey! Chen Shaoyan, are you looking down on me? You're the third-rate writer, aren't you?"
"Alright, alright, great screenwriter, I'll toast you..." I laughed, clinking glasses with Hao Dawei.
He put down his glass and said, "Don't even mention art to me. I had talent and ideals back in the day. That's just the way things are now, what can you do? Isn't the prosperity of China's film and television industry thanks to us screenwriters of those lousy TV dramas you look down on?"
I could only laugh again, "You're right, you're a national hero."
At that moment, I thought of Huang Shanshan and said to Hao Dawei, "By the way, I know a girl, she's got great potential, wants to be an actress, do you have any connections to help her?"
"Do you want her to be taken advantage of? These days, girls without connections who want to make it in this industry, aren't they all being taken advantage of by producers and directors? I advise you to give up."
Although I'd heard about the unspoken rules of the entertainment industry, I wondered if they were as egregious as Hao Dawei described.
He downed his drink in one gulp. "Drink yours, then let's go."
"Leaving already?"
"Men have always been driven by lust after a good meal. Today, let me, the famous screenwriter Hao, take you, a down-on-your-luck third-rate writer, on a carefree adventure." Hao Dawei said smugly.
"Where to?"
"To where men should go, of course... Let's go! You don't have to pay, I'll pay."
On the way, I asked Hao Dawei if he didn't feel guilty about playing around with women like this.
Fang Mei was Fang Min's sister, so Hao Dawei was both my friend and my old flame.
Hao Dawei said as he drove, "Men! How can you only eat your wife's food? I'm only having a physical affair, my heart is still with her. Besides, haven't you ever cheated?"
I said, "When have I ever cheated?" He laughed, "Then what about when you went to prostitutes with me when Fang Min was around?"
I couldn't refute what he said.
"So, what man doesn't cheat? Unless he's too old to play anymore, or he has some kind of problem."
His last sentence made me feel a pang of sadness.
In the dimly lit private room of the nightclub, a naked woman was bent over between Hao Dawei's thighs, working hard.
Beside me was another woman, her back to me, leaning against me and singing into a microphone. She, like the woman giving Hao Dawei oral sex, was completely naked. We were receiving nude escort services at this nightclub.
Because I was impotent, I didn't dare take off my pants, only my shirt was bare, unlike the three of them who were completely naked, otherwise Hao Dawei would have laughed at me.
The woman with me sang while pulling my hand over her body, first letting me touch her breasts, then placing my hand on her private parts. The woman opposite me continued her oral sex relentlessly, to the point that Hao Dawei would occasionally hiss and gasp.
"Hey? That girl you told me about who wanted to be an entertainer, if she doesn't have money or connections, she'll end up like these cheap sluts." Hao Dawei said, pointing to the woman burying her head between his legs and shaking her head.
The prices here are high, so the customers are treated like royalty. They can insult or even beat the women, it's all perfectly acceptable, and the women can only submit. Of course, if a customer goes too far, the nightclub won't stand idly by; after all, they make their living in the underworld.
The woman next to me put down her microphone, turned around, and hugged me, rubbing her breasts against my arm. She said coquettishly, "Brother, want me to give you a blowjob too?"
I shook my head, raised my glass, and said to her, "Drink with me."
Then I heard Hao Dawei mutter, "Oh, that feels good, deeper..."
He put his hand on the back of the woman's head and pressed down. The woman swallowed even harder, her face flushed red.
"Oh, brother, your little brother seems a bit sleepy?" the woman next to me said, touching my crotch with a smile.
"Uh... I haven't been feeling well these past few days..." I said, somewhat embarrassed.
"It's okay! Give me some time, and I'll make sure your little brother is as lively as ever..."
Seeing my noncommittal expression, she added, "If you're not comfortable doing this in front of your friends, we can change rooms!"
"Let's sit a little longer!" I had no choice but to say.
At this moment, the woman giving Hao Dawei a blowjob looked up at him and said resentfully, "Darling, how much longer are you going to blow? My mouth is sore..."
"Of course, I'll keep blowing until I ejaculate!" Hao Dawei said arrogantly, as if he were the boss because he had money.
"Damn it, then I'll have a smoke first..." The woman was helpless but dared not retaliate, taking a cigarette from the pack and lighting it.
"What kind of attitude is that?"
"That's how it is! My mouth is almost rotten, and this is the first time I've encountered someone who hasn't ejaculated after thirty minutes of blowing..." The woman muttered aggrievedly as she smoked.
"Get out!" Hao Dawei snapped. The woman looked at him, puzzled.
"I told you to get lost, didn't you hear me?"
The hostess could only force a smile. "Darling, don't be angry! I'll blow it for you after I finish my cigarette."
"Fuck your mother, you slut! I told you to blow it, so you have to! You're just a cheap whore who spreads your legs to be fucked, and you dare to talk back, fuck!"
Hao Dawei suddenly stood up, his huge member erect, and cursed. His penis was pitch black, even his testicles were black, showing how many women he had slept with.
I felt this guy was going too far; hostesses are human too! So I advised him, "Forget it, forget it..."
The hostess next to me panicked and quickly said to the other hostess, "Sister, quickly apologize to the customer!"
The other hostess was about to apologize, but Hao Dawei wouldn't let it go, pointing to the door and shouting, "Get out, get out, get the hell out of here..."
The hostess finally couldn't take it anymore, stood up, picked up her underwear and bra, and put them on.
"So what if you have money? Honestly, I've never seen a customer like you..." She put on her skirt and strode away.
Hao Dawei became even angrier, yelling, "Waiter, waiter, where the hell are you?" A

burly
, round-faced waiter pushed open the door and bowed repeatedly to Hao Dawei, saying in a distinctly Northeastern accent, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please calm down, sir. I'll arrange another lady for you right away."
"No need, call your madam," Hao Dawei huffed.
The waiter sighed and turned to leave. A moment later, with the sound of high heels clicking on the floor, a tall, graceful young woman entered the private room. She had long, wavy hair and wore a light blue, belted, fitted long dress, the V-neck revealing glimpses of her breasts.
"Oh, screenwriter Hao, who made you angry?" the woman said with a beaming smile as she entered.
She knew that Hao Dawei was quite famous in the entertainment industry and had extensive connections in society, associating with all sorts of people; she couldn't afford to offend him. She looked at the woman beside me, her gaze carrying an air of quiet authority. "What's wrong with you? How could you make a customer angry?"
The woman seemed afraid of her, bowing her head and saying, "Sister, I'm sorry..."
I looked closer and was shocked. This young woman was Huang Shanshan's mother, Huang Xiaolei. She was the madam here! No wonder she was always out at night and had such a worldly air about her; she was in this line of work. I wonder if Fang Min knew anything about her before she died?
Because the room was dimly lit, Huang Xiaolei didn't recognize me at first. Hao Dawei was obviously very familiar with Huang Xiaolei. As soon as he saw her, he was like a fly to a cracked egg, opening his arms wide. "Oh! Manager Huang, Huang Rose, come here quickly."
Huang Xiaolei didn't hesitate and sat on Hao Dawei's lap, grabbing his large, firm member.
"As expected of the famous Yellow Rose, your charm hasn't faded..." Hao Dawei leered at Huang Xiaolei's cleavage and chuckled, "Manager Huang, everyone in this room is naked, it seems inappropriate for you to be dressed, doesn't it?"
"Then I'll gladly oblige!" Huang Xiaolei pinched Hao Dawei's cheek, stood up, unbuckled her belt, and took off her long skirt, revealing a lace bra, thong, and black stockings underneath. Her beautiful, fiery figure was on full display, incredibly sexy.
She then looked at me, "This is my first time today, brother..."
When our eyes met, the atmosphere froze instantly, and I felt incredibly awkward.
"Shaoyan..." Huang Xiaolei called my name, her eyes filled with melancholy and helplessness.
In the corridor outside the private room, Huang Xiaolei and I chatted while smoking. She was now wearing that long dress.
"Were you... startled just now?" Huang Xiaolei asked casually.
"It's...it's alright!" I replied, still somewhat embarrassed, taking a drag of my cigarette.
"I thought you already knew..."
"I didn't know before, I thought you were in public relations at a big company..."
"Yeah, I've been in this line of work for many years...Are you disappointed in me?"
I looked up. "It's nothing, it's just a job. What's the difference between any job? I didn't steal or rob anyone, it's not easy for anyone."
Huang Xiaolei smiled gently. "Shaoyan, I'm so glad you think that way."
I smiled, speechless, and continued smoking. She added, "By the way, Shanshan... she doesn't know what I do..."
I understood what she meant and said, "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone."
"That's good..."
"Um... did Fang Min know about this before she died?"
"Yes, she knew! There were no secrets between us... She was really tight-lipped, didn't she tell you a single word?"
I gently shook my head, feeling a pang of sadness. Yes! Fang Min was tight-lipped. How could a university teacher, a role model for others, become best friends with a woman of the night?
Huang Xiaolei sighed softly, "Sigh! Half a year has passed in the blink of an eye... Shaoyan, I'm sorry about Min."
That night, Fang Min went out with Huang Xiaolei and got into a car accident, and Huang Xiaolei had been feeling very guilty about it.
"It's not your fault, you didn't want this to happen."
"Are you... really okay now?"
"It's all in the past, I've been adjusting myself, I'm fine."
"Okay, let's go in! Don't keep screenwriter Hao waiting, he's a difficult guy to deal with, all the girls under my wing are afraid of him."
Huang Xiaolei took my hand. Seeing my hesitation, she laughed, "What's there to be shy about? We've seen everything, things we shouldn't have seen. I'm working, you're here to spend money, it's that simple."
She paused, then added, "If you're really worried, I can arrange another room for you. But I still advise you to go in, after all, you're a man, don't let your friends laugh at you."
Hearing this, I had no choice but to follow her inside. Actually, my biggest concern was that I might be impotent and embarrass myself in front of Hao Dawei.
"Next time you come, I'll take care of you, it's free!" she said with a smile as she walked, holding my hand the whole time...
Inside the private room, the sounds of slapping and a prostitute's professional moans drifted through the air. At this moment, the newly arrived prostitute was straddling Hao Dawei, completely naked.
Huang Xiaolei remained in the private room with us; unlike the other two prostitutes, she wasn't completely naked, but wearing a bra and thong. After all, she's a madam; flirting with customers and letting them take advantage of her is fine, but she generally won't do it herself.
As a middle-aged woman, Huang Xiaolei's figure is remarkably good, with almost no excess fat (only a little showing around her waist and stomach due to her sitting posture). Her curves are perfectly proportioned, her 36D breasts practically spilling out of her bra, and her full buttocks are almost completely bare.
Although she's much older than the two women accompanying Hao Dawei and me—she could even be their mother—her figure is in no way inferior, perhaps even more alluring.
She's singing into the microphone nonchalantly, as if Hao Dawei and the other woman aren't even there.
Just as she says, she's doing her job, showing no embarrassment what's happening in the room or my presence.
The woman accompanying me is now on top of me, kissing my breasts and stroking my penis through my pants. Under her teasing, I finally started to get aroused.
"Oh, brother, you have such a great body, I want it so badly, my pussy is already wet..." The prostitute pressed her advantage, continuing to tease me.
For middle-aged men, Hao Dawei and I were indeed quite well-built, not greasy like most middle-aged men, but muscular and proportionate, a result of our long-term commitment to fitness.
The prostitute was about to unzip my pants when I stopped her. Partly, I was hesitant because Huang Xiaolei was present, and partly because although I was relatively hard now, I had been impotent for a long time, and based on past experience, it would soon go soft again, inevitably revealing my erectile dysfunction to Huang Xiaolei and Hao Dawei.
Just then, Huang Xiaolei finished singing and said to the prostitute, "If she doesn't want to, don't force her..."
She then raised her glass to me, "Come on, quiet down, let's drink." She
thus extricated me from the awkward situation. I raised my glass and clinked it with Huang Xiaolei's and the hostess's glasses, then downed it in one gulp…
Three days later, one morning, I sat at my computer, typing away at a manuscript for a website, and the scene from that night at the nightclub involuntarily resurfaced in my mind.
It was unbelievable! I had actually met a female neighbor, the mother of an eighteen-year-old girl, a close friend of my late wife, in that kind of environment, sitting together drinking and laughing, and she was dressed so scantily, practically naked.
If Huang Shanshan knew, what would she think of me, and her mother?
Lost in thought, I reached for my cigarette pack, only to find it empty. Damn it, I'd finished all my cigarettes without realizing it. It was only a little past seven; I wondered if the supermarket outside the complex was open yet.
I got up, put on my coat, and as soon as I opened the door, I saw Huang Xiaolei sitting by the elevator, leaning against the wall. She was wearing a red, low-cut, bodycon mini-dress, the kind of clothing typical of nightclub girls, with only a coat draped over her shoulders.
Because the opening at the front of her dress was so low, half of her ample breasts were exposed, and the hem of her short skirt was also lifted up, revealing her underwear. It was a clear case of cleavage being exposed from head to toe.
I quickly went over and patted her shoulder, trying to avoid looking at her deep cleavage, and said, "Shanshan's mom, what's wrong?"
But Huang Xiaolei still had her head drooping, completely ignoring me. A strong smell of alcohol hit my nostrils; she was clearly drunk. I thought to myself, women who frequent nightclubs must have a tough time; getting this drunk is probably the norm for them.
I shook her and asked again, "Why did you drink so much? Are you alright?"
She hummed in response and slumped to the side. I quickly caught her. Once she was steady against the wall, I went to her door, rang the doorbell, and called out, "Shanshan, are you home? Shanshan..."
No one answered for a long time. I wondered to myself, where has this girl been so early in the morning? Could she have stayed out all night? I rang the doorbell again, but still no one answered. Well, looks like I'll have to take Huang Xiaolei to my place. Even though it's inconvenient since I'm the only man there, it's the only option.
I helped the completely drunk Huang Xiaolei into the house and put her on the sofa. Her beautiful legs were completely exposed to my view. Through her transparent panties, I could clearly see a tuft of dark hair, and the slit beneath it was faintly visible.
Damn it, I cursed inwardly. She's so drunk, and I'm taking advantage of her privacy. Oh well, I'll let her rest for a while; I'd better hurry and buy my cigarettes.
When I opened my door again, I found Huang Shanshan standing outside…

4.
Huang Shanshan was wearing a pleated nightgown with a blue and white jacket over it.
“Shanshan, what’s wrong?” I asked.
“Uncle Chen, was that you knocking on my door? I was just taking a shower!”
“Uh…”
I wanted to tell her that her mother was drunk and resting at my house. But then I thought, her mother was practically naked, and it wouldn’t be proper for a man and woman to be alone together, so I decided to wait until her mother sobered up and went home herself.
“I was thinking… you might not have breakfast at home alone, so I thought I’d bring you some. I was just about to go out to buy cigarettes!”
“Really? Uncle Chen, you’re so kind?” Huang Shanshan looked at me with a half-smile, then glanced at the floor next to me.
I guessed she saw Huang Xiaolei’s red high heels by the door, but I didn’t know if she recognized them as her mother’s shoes and guessed that her mother was sleeping at my house.
I quickly asked, "Shanshan, is there something you need?"
"Yes," she nodded, "Um, Uncle Chen, could you help me change this light bulb?"
In Huang Shanshan's bedroom, I stood on the stepladder, took down the broken light bulb, and handed it to her, asking, "Do you have any light bulbs like this at home?"
"I think so, I'll go look for it..." She took it and ran out of the bedroom.
I stood there in her bedroom, feeling her loneliness when she was home alone—a loneliness I shared.
After waiting for a while, Huang Shanshan didn't return, so I climbed down the stepladder, went out of the bedroom, and called out, "Shanshan, still haven't found it?"
"I'm still looking, I think I have one."
"Never mind if you can't find it, I'll just go out and buy some, I need to buy cigarettes anyway."
"No, no need, I really do have some!"
I followed her voice to the door of the storage room. There she was, one foot on a stool, the other on a cabinet next to her, legs spread, trying to reach into the cabinet.
In that instant, my gaze was immediately drawn to her. Her nightgown was very short, and in that position, not only were her beautiful legs completely exposed, but I could also see everything underneath.
Huang Shanshan was wearing a pink thong under her nightgown, with half of her buttocks showing, revealing a groove in the middle.
I wondered to myself, what was hidden underneath—the private parts of an eighteen-year-old girl, untouched by a man? It must be beautiful, clean, and alluring. Right, I wondered if she was still a virgin, if she had ever been with a man?
How could I stare at a girl's private parts like that? It was so immoral. Thinking this, I quickly looked away.
Just then, I heard Huang Shanshan say, "Haha, found it, Uncle Chen, I found it..."
I turned my head and saw the stool under her feet wobbling. I quickly shouted "Careful!" but it wasn't convenient to go and help her.
With a cry of "Ouch!", she fell to the floor, landing flat on her back. This time, her skirt opened completely, and I was once again completely exposed—it was truly tempting!
"Shanshan, did you hurt yourself?"
In this situation, it wasn't convenient for me to go over, so I stood at the door and asked her.
"My bottom hurts so much..." She seemed unaware that she was exposed, shaking the light bulb in her hand and happily saying, "Thank goodness, I found the light."
She looked charmingly cute. She got up, rubbing her bottom as she handed me the light and followed me into the bedroom.
"I'm sorry, Uncle Chen, I kept you waiting."
"Not at all! You're the one who's been working harder." I chuckled to myself, thinking about what had just happened.
Back in the bedroom, I stood on the stepladder and used a screwdriver to remove the lampshade. I replaced the light bulb Shanshan had given me, put the lampshade back on, and tightened the screws securing the lampshade.
"Uncle Chen, you're so great!" Shanshan praised from below.
"No, it's very simple." As she spoke, a screw accidentally fell off, clattering on the floor. I couldn't help but exclaim, "Damn!"
"It's okay, I'll help you find it." Shanshan bent down to look at the floor, searching around but couldn't find it.
"It seems she rolled under the bed..." she said, kneeling down and leaning over the edge of the bed, one hand on the edge and the other reaching under.
With this position, her beautiful buttocks, clad only in a small thong, popped up from under her nightgown, a perfect rear-entry position, incredibly alluring.
I suddenly realized that, without my noticing, my penis was fully erect, and very hard.
I cursed inwardly, "Chen Shaoyan, are you alright? You're a patient! Even after taking so many medications, I often couldn't get an erection when my wife was naked. That day in the nightclub private room, witnessing Hao Dawei having sex with the hostess, and being touched by her for so long, I was still only half-erect. How come I'm rock hard now?
She's twenty-two years younger than you, old enough to be your daughter! How could you have such impure thoughts about her? How shameless!"
"Found her, found her!" As Huang Shanshan got up, I panicked.
At that moment, I was standing on the stepladder, holding the lampshade up with both hands, my penis bulging high in my pants. She turned around and immediately saw my tent, making me so embarrassed I wanted to disappear.
Her pretty face flushed red, and for a moment, the air seemed to freeze between us.
After changing the light bulb, Huang Shanshan's face was still flushed, her heart pounding. I could only say, "Next time, if there's anything I can't do at home, just call me."
"Hmm..." she replied softly, then added, "Uncle Chen, you, you should go back first! I, I have some things to do, I have to go out later."
"Okay!" I replied.
"Anyway, thank you for today." She bowed to me as she spoke.
When I opened my door after leaving Huang Shanshan's house, I was still cursing myself in my heart, "You pervert, how could you do this?"
After I went inside, I found that Huang Xiaolei, who was lying on the sofa, was gone. Suddenly, I heard footsteps coming from the bathroom. I turned around and saw Huang Xiaolei walking over, drying her hair with a towel as she went. She was only wearing a bra and panties, her D-cup breasts heaving inside.
I hadn't expected her to dress like this in my house, and I was momentarily at a loss.
"Sorry, Shaoyan, I drank too much yesterday and threw up on my clothes, so I just borrowed your bathroom," she said casually.
Perhaps because she was in that line of work, and given her naturally outgoing nature, she was completely unguarded around me.
I felt quite uncomfortable and lowered my head, saying, "It's...it's okay..."
She, on the other hand, was very poised, as if she were in her own home, and asked me, "Do you have any clothes I can borrow for now?"
What puzzled me was that although my heart was aroused by her, I didn't feel anything. Maybe it was because I'm impotent, and my body couldn't keep up with my mind? If it were a healthy man, he would have pounced on her long ago under such temptation, right?
Or maybe I just didn't like her at all, or even disliked her a little. But why did I get so hard after seeing what was under Huang Shanshan's skirt? Did I like her? At this thought, my heart skipped a beat.
“Yes, yes…” I adjusted my glasses. “But I don’t have any women’s clothes left. I threw away all of Fang Min’s clothes…”
Huang Xiaolei smiled sweetly. “It’s okay, just wear yours.”
I went back to the bedroom and found a men’s shirt, then handed it to her. “This one… you can make do with it!”
She took it and said “thank you,” but didn’t put it on immediately. Instead, she held it in her hand. “Before Shanshan leaves, can I stay at your house? I don’t want her to see me like this.”
“Shanshan is leaving soon…” I thought for a moment, feeling that saying this might sound like I was shooing her away, so I continued, “Alright, you can rest here and sober up.”
She nodded. I adjusted my glasses again. “Then… make yourself at home. I have something to write, excuse me.”
I turned and walked towards the study. Huang Xiaolei called after me, “Shuoyan…”
“Hmm…” I turned around.
"I'm dressed like this, and you... don't you feel anything at all?"
I admit, she was indeed very alluring, but I suffer from erectile dysfunction. Even when delicious food is offered to me, sometimes I can only sigh helplessly. Besides, I've never had any feelings for her, maybe because she's a prostitute?
"Don't I have any charm at all?"
She stared at me, paused, and then said, "Or... do you think I'm dirty?"
"What are you talking about? You're overthinking it."
I said, turning and pushing open the study door without looking back, "You're very charming, and extremely charming."
My voice contained a kind of helpless sorrow...

5.
After entering the study and closing the door, I opened my laptop to start writing, but memories unfolded in my mind like a movie.
From the first time I experienced erectile dysfunction until the six months or so after Fang Min's death in the car accident, we hardly had a single successful sexual encounter.
In the beginning, Fang Min was understanding, often comforting me that she didn't care, telling me not to take it to heart, and encouraging me to cheer up. Over time, she lost confidence and became increasingly indifferent to that matter.
Many times, I felt I was in good shape and wanted to have sex with her, but she refused, saying she was too tired and wanted to sleep.
Sometimes she couldn't resist me and had to give in. But the more I tried to perform well, the more nervous I became, often resulting in difficulty achieving an erection or giving up halfway.
Whenever I saw her disappointed expression, my heart ached like it was being stabbed with needles, and my male pride was severely damaged.
After several such incidents, I was too ashamed to pursue her anymore and became listless. She also stopped making requests in that area, and over time, she seemed to have become sexually frigid.
Although our marital relationship remained good and wasn't affected by this, it inevitably became a hidden pain that neither Fang Min nor I wanted to mention.
Later, in the months before Fang Min's death, she frequently went out with Huang Xiaolei, always dressing up carefully beforehand and appearing very excited.
During that time, she seemed like a different person, radiant with health and beauty. I had my suspicions, but then I thought about how she always went out with Huang Xiaolei and came back with Huang Xiaolei. What could those two women possibly be up to? So I let it go.
At that time, I didn't know Huang Xiaolei was a prostitute. I thought Fang Min always seemed to be having so much fun with Huang Xiaolei, which could distract her from the troubles of that affair, so I let her be.
Until one day, I started to suspect that Fang Min might be having an affair. That day, while she was showering, I noticed some red marks on her buttocks, which stood out against her fair skin.
Upon closer inspection, they looked like handprints from someone's hand, so I asked her what happened. She hesitated for a moment and told me that the mosquitoes in the school toilets were too fierce, and she had scratched herself while relieving herself.
I didn't quite believe her explanation at the time. It was just getting warmer, and although mosquitoes were already out, they weren't so bad that they would bite one's buttocks while relieving oneself.
Furthermore, those marks didn't seem like scratches; they looked more like marks made during sex with a man. If Fang Min slapped herself while relieving herself, the handprints were facing upwards—how could she have done that?
Although I became increasingly suspicious, out of love and trust for Fang Min, I dismissed my own thoughts. I felt Fang Min loved me so much; how could she be unfaithful?
Besides, she had a good education, a respectable job, and excellent upbringing (both her parents were highly educated). She was usually proud and reserved; how could she sleep with another man? And besides, wasn't she supposed to be frigid?
I thought, maybe Fang Min was telling the truth, or maybe I was seeing things, and those marks were indeed scratches she made herself. Whenever I was conflicted, I would tell myself, "How can you be like this? It's like you're hoping your wife will cheat on you."
Now, knowing Huang Xiaolei's true profession, I re-examine these past events and increasingly feel that Fang Min was very likely having an affair back then. After all, Huang Xiaolei was so promiscuous, and she knew so many men, maybe…
At this moment, the more I thought about it, the more horrified I became, as if I could see this scene—my dignified and virtuous wife was kneeling on the bed, her snow-white, plump buttocks raised high, a man thrusting into her from behind, slapping her buttocks as he did so.
Fang Min was moaning with excitement under the man's thrusting and slapping, constantly telling the man to go faster, deeper, saying that her orgasm was coming.
These imagined scenes caused me unbearable pain, and my thoughts returned to the day Fang Min had her accident.
That afternoon, Fang Min dressed up again and said to me, "I'm going out for a bit, I might be back a little late."
"Going out again? When are you coming back?"
"I made plans with Shan Shan's mom, don't wait for me, if it's late you can go to sleep."
Then she went out and rang Huang Shan Shan's doorbell. Huang Xiaolei opened the door, and Fang Min said, "Sister, can we go now?"
Huang Xiaolei saw me and nodded, saying, "Shaoyan, long time no see, how have you been?"
I smiled at her and said, "I'm entrusting Fang Min to you."
Watching the two elegantly dressed mature women walk hand in hand into the elevator, I instructed, "Minmin, don't drive after drinking, call a designated driver."
Fang Min winked at me, "Don't worry! Honey, I'll ride back in Xiaolei's car."
"Yes! Shaoyan, I'll go home early and return your wife to you," Huang Xiaolei also said to me.
The two women smiled sweetly at me, and the elevator doors closed. I never dreamed that that would be the last time I saw Fang Min. That one glance, that one smile, became our final farewell.
I wiped away my tears, reached for a cigarette, only to realize I'd been entangled with the mother and daughter next door all morning and hadn't had a chance to buy any. So I left the study.
Huang Xiaolei was sitting on the sofa, wearing my shirt, her long, slender legs bare, her underwear showing, engrossed in a phone conversation. I thought to myself, Huang Shanshan's long legs must be inherited from her, right?
Seeing me about to leave, she said into the phone, "I'm busy right now, I'll call you later, bye."
Then she hung up and said to me, "Shaoyan, where are you going?"
I said while putting on my shoes, "Going out to buy cigarettes."
"Don't bother, I have some in my bag." Her eyes were full of expectation as she looked at me.
To be honest, although Fang Min was in a car accident while out with her, I don't blame her; after all, it was an accident. But I can't feel close to her. Partly because of my physical condition, there's nothing I can do with her; and partly because I don't have a good impression of women in that profession.
"I only smoke Marlboro; your cigarettes probably don't suit my taste."
"What a coincidence, my cigarettes are Marlboro!" she chuckled softly.
I opened the door and said coldly, "Shanshan's mom, besides buying cigarettes, I want to go for a walk."
Then I started to walk outside. I heard Huang Xiaolei call out "Shuoyan," and she hugged me from behind, her large breasts pressed tightly against my back.
"You...really...hate me that much?" she murmured, her face pressed against the back of my neck.
I sighed inwardly; I had something I couldn't say! What was I supposed to do?
"No, you're overthinking it...it wouldn't be good if the neighbors saw." I gently pried her hands away.
After buying cigarettes, not wanting to go back and stay with that woman, I sat on a public bench in the neighborhood, smoking and reminiscing.
That night, Fang Min, unusually, didn't come home on time; she was nowhere to be seen even after 11 PM. I kept dialing her cell phone, but couldn't get through, and a sense of foreboding crept into my heart.
Until 2:15 AM, after anxiously waiting, I received a call from the police informing me that my wife had been in a car accident and was being treated at the hospital.
I rushed to the hospital, only to be told by the doctor that Fang Min had died, along with the unborn child in her womb.
Hearing the doctor's calm, emotionless announcement, my first thought was, was Fang Min pregnant? I was then overwhelmed by a devastating grief.
Later, I learned from the police that the car had collided with a large truck, severely damaging the front. Huang Xiaolei was in the driver's seat, not directly impacted, and because she was wearing a seatbelt, she only suffered minor injuries and escaped death. Fang Min, who was in the passenger seat, was badly injured in the accident and died.
Now, thinking back, the child in Fang Min's womb was likely someone else's. Because during that time, our sex life was infrequent and of poor quality, making it difficult for her to conceive.
"Uncle Chen, what are you doing here?"
Huang Shanshan's words interrupted my thoughts, and I looked up.

6.
Huang Shanshan was still wearing that blue and white striped jacket and a brown pleated mini-skirt, her youthful vivacity radiating.
"Why are you spacing out?"
"Oh, Shanshan! Didn't you have something to do? Why haven't you left yet?"
"It's still early! I just went to the convenience store to buy breakfast and happened to see Uncle Chen here." Huang Shanshan raised the bag in her hand and sat down next to me, chattering away.
“Eating breakfast alone is so lonely, why don’t you eat with Uncle Chen? It’s a little small, but it’ll be enough for two people! Besides, when Aunt Fang was here, she always ate and drank for free at your house…”
She took a sandwich out of her bag and handed it to me, “Consider this your reward for changing the light bulb for me this morning!”
Seeing Huang Shanshan talking nonstop, I guessed she had forgotten the awkward thing that happened between us in her bedroom this morning, or rather, it didn’t affect her much.
I said, “I’m not hungry, you eat it yourself!”
“Oh! Uncle Chen, eat with me!” She winked at me and pleaded.
I had no choice but to take it. She smiled sweetly at me, “Okay, eat up!”
She picked up the sandwich, put it to her mouth, took a bite, closed her eyes, and slowly savored it.
My gaze involuntarily fell on her two bare, long legs. Her skirt was very short, and it looked even shorter when she was sitting, almost revealing what was underneath. The scene I saw when she changed the light bulb flashed through my mind again.
“Uncle Chen…” she suddenly opened her eyes and looked at me.
I quickly looked away from her thighs and took a bite of the sandwich.
“Oops! The wrapper…” she exclaimed.
I then realized that I hadn’t even torn the wrapper open, and I was incredibly embarrassed. She took the sandwich from my hand and tore the wrapper open as she said, “Is this your first time eating a sandwich, Uncle Chen? You have to tear it open like this to eat it.”
She handed it back to me, “Here, take it. Otherwise, if others see this, they’ll think I’m bullying you!”
I took it and said “Thank you.” She then took out a carton of milk, inserted a straw, took a sip, and handed it to me, saying, “I didn’t know I was going to have breakfast with Uncle Chen, so I didn’t prepare any extra straws. Anyway, we’re not strangers!”
“Thank you, I’m not thirsty…”
“Oh dear! Uncle Chen, are you disgusted by my saliva?” she said again, acting coquettishly, and held the milk carton to my lips.
I had no choice but to take a sip, and she took it back and took another sip, laughing, "Now it's all right, Uncle Chen ate my saliva, and I ate Uncle Chen's saliva... Does that count as an indirect kiss?"
She stared at me mischievously. I smiled a little awkwardly. She laughed, "Uncle Chen, I didn't realize you were so shy at your age!"
"No, it's just... people my age are a little slow to react!"
After a while, Huang Shanshan sighed, "Are all men... like this? Treating women only as sex objects?"
"Why...why are you asking such a question?"
"Just asking, Uncle Chen, what do you think?"
"Although there are definitely such people, and quite a few...but, but, not all of them!"
I wondered to myself, was she asking this because of what happened when we changed the light bulb that morning?
Huang Shanshan suddenly glanced at her phone and exclaimed in surprise, "Oh no, I'm going to be late! I have to go..."
She shoved the sandwich and milk into my hands, "I have a very important interview today. If I get selected, I'll have a chance to be on TV; if I don't, it's your fault, Uncle Chen! You have to make it up to me!"
Then she playfully made a face at me and ran off. In that instant, her miniskirt billowed up, revealing glimpses of her underwear and a bit of her bottom—it looked rather cute.
I called out to her retreating figure, "Shanshan, good luck!"
That evening, I ate a bowl of instant noodles and sat down at my computer to write. But I couldn't type a single word. My mind kept replaying Fang Min's life, including her stillborn child.
From a medical perspective, if my sperm quality and quantity were fine, and Fang Min had failed to use contraception or hadn't taken any measures, it was possible for her to get pregnant.
Of course, that was assuming she hadn't cheated on me. If she had, then the child was very likely the offspring of the man she was having an affair with.
Although dwelling on this issue now is pointless, it concerns my dignity as a man. I don't want to spend the rest of my life agonizing over whether my wife has cheated on me and is pregnant with another man's child.
If she hasn't, that would be best, and I could have peace of mind. But if she has indeed cheated, I have the right to know; I can't remain in the dark forever.
After much thought, perhaps the only person in the world who can uncover this mystery for me is Huang Xiaolei. Yes, I must find her and ask her clearly.
Having made up my mind, I went to the nightclub I'd gone to with Hao Dawei that night. This nightclub was very famous throughout Haikou; while not the top one in the industry, it was certainly among the top few. Huang Xiaolei, being able to become the madam of such a high-end nightclub, must have some influence and connections.
I was greeted by the same round-faced, burly waiter with a Northeastern accent from that night; he seemed to be the manager on duty. The young man from the Northeast recognized me and, hearing I wanted to see Manager Huang, assumed I was there specifically to solicit her. He said, "Brother, our boss needs an appointment. Shall I arrange another girl for you?"
I didn't waste any time with him and directly asked him to tell Huang Xiaolei that someone named Chen Shaoyan wanted to see her. The young man from the Northeast led me to a small private room and told me to wait there.
After a while, the sound of high heels clicking on the floor grew louder; I guessed Huang Xiaolei had arrived. As the door to the private room opened, a beautiful, curvaceous, mature woman walked in.
"Brother Shaoyan," the mature woman greeted me warmly as soon as she saw me.
I was a little surprised; I had never met her before, so how did she know my name and address me so affectionately?
The woman plopped down next to me and extended her right hand. "My name is Zhao Li, you can call me Lili, nice to meet you."
As a nightclub hostess, she was a bit older, probably around twenty-six or twenty-seven, but her looks and figure were outstanding. I estimated her height to be 1.65 meters, with high breasts and a slender waist—the kind of woman with large breasts and a small waist. At that moment, she was wearing a sexy and revealing nightclub outfit, short in the top and low in the bottom, revealing a deep cleavage and showing quite a bit of her breasts. Between her slightly parted legs, her underwear was also partially visible.
I shook her hand, trying to avoid her exposed cleavage, and said, "I'm here to see... to see your Manager Huang."
"I know! It was the sister who sent me to keep you company," Zhao Li laughed.
"Where is she?" I asked.
“Sister is drinking with some guests, she’ll be back soon,” Zhao Li said, placing her hand on my thigh and looking at me. I felt rather uncomfortable.
Just then, Xiao Dongbei and another waiter brought over drinks and a fruit platter. Xiao Dongbei asked, “Sister Li, is there anything else you need?”
Zhao Li looked at me, but I didn’t speak. She said to Xiao Dongbei, “Nothing for now, we’ll call you if we do.”
“Okay, Sister Li, I’ll go out now,” Xiao Dongbei said respectfully.
Xiao Dongbei was clearly older than Zhao Li, yet he addressed her as “Sister Li,” indicating her high status here.
Later I learned that Zhao Li was the supervisor, usually not working at the hostess bar, but helping Huang Xiaolei greet guests and managing the girls and male prostitutes—essentially a part-time madam.
Most people here respectfully called her Sister Li, even those older than her.
Zhao Li opened the bottle and poured into two glasses, saying, “Brother Shaoyan, let’s have a drink.”
She picked up two glasses and handed one to me, which I had no choice but to accept.
After taking a sip of her drink, Zhao Li said, "You don't come to places like this often, do you?"
I looked at the glass in my hand. "Uh, I've been here a few times with friends."
"Hehe," Zhao Li chuckled twice. "Brother Shaoyan, don't be shy, order whatever you like."
I was speechless for a moment. Zhao Li continued, "Why aren't you drinking? I've already had some."
I could only take a sip and chat with her casually, mostly her talking and me listening. She was very close to me, her high breasts occasionally brushing against my arm, the pleasant scent of perfume and the alluring aroma of her body filling my nostrils.
"No way! How can a grown man drink so politely?" Zhao Li said coquettishly. "I'll feed you."
As she spoke, she picked up my glass and sat on me, one arm around my neck, the other holding the glass to feed me, her half-exposed breasts swaying in front of my eyes. I suddenly felt a surge of desire and let her pour me a mouthful of drink.
She put down the glass but didn't leave me, both arms around my neck, her chest pressed against me. I unconsciously wrapped one arm around her waist and placed the other on her thigh.
"Brother Shaoyan, shall I arrange one for you? Don't worry about the cost, my sister has already given the instructions," Zhao Li said sweetly, looking at me.
I remained noncommittal. She continued, "If you don't like the girls here, but don't mind me, I... I can accompany you..."
She paused and smiled, "I don't usually work as a hostess!"
I smiled bitterly to myself. Of course, it would be best if it were you; there probably aren't any girls here more beautiful, more elegant, or more charming than you, right? But I wish I could, though my brother is useless!
Seeing that I didn't respond, she kissed my lips. I kissed her in a daze, feeling her lips and tongue were very soft, and her breath smelled wonderful. I immediately became aroused.
I touched her beautiful breasts, and seeing that she didn't resist at all, I simply reached into her bra and grasped one breast. It was big and firm, soft and elastic, and felt particularly good.
Just then, footsteps sounded outside the door, and Zhao Li had to get off me and sit down to the side.

(To be continued)

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