Riding bamboo horses, playing with green plums

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After graduating from university, I started working as a salesperson, selling products. Many of the bosses in our line of work are the kind who didn't have much education; loyalty and camaraderie are more important, so they all go to hotels. They're not very high-class; most of them are the more vulgar kind. The girls there earn their money through hard work. If the bosses who pay for your services tell you to drink, you have to drink. If they get you drunk and want to touch your breasts, you have to let them. If you're so drunk that you go to the bathroom to vomit, the bosses all follow you in, lift up your skirt, take off your underwear, and start having sex with you there. So the private rooms and bathrooms are all quite large, and they have condoms, although many of the bosses don't wear them.

Sometimes I think these girls are really pitiful. They're only around thirty years old, but because they drink too much, smoke too much, and have irregular work schedules, they look old very quickly. But many of them have no choice. Single mothers don't have the money to raise children, some even have two, so they have no choice but to continue. I remember once, not long after we started drinking, one of the girls went to the restroom, and Mr. Chen, who runs the stamping machine business, followed her in. The locks on the private room's restrooms were just for show; they opened with a turn. For the first few minutes, there was no noise. I thought, "What's wrong? Has Mr. Chen changed his ways? He's so obedient!" But soon I heard Mr. Chen raising his voice. "What the hell are you doing with that?" "Mr. Chen, please, I'm in my fertile period today, I can't not wear it, please have mercy, please." "Stop whining like that, take your hand away from me, damn it, this kind of thing (looks like this), it's from over there near the North Third Elementary School." "No, please, Mr. Chen, ah!"

Mr. Chen, of course, slapped her across the face, and then the bathroom became quiet. A few minutes later, Mr. Chen came out, swaying his big belly, and was unzipping his pants. I still remember that girl. She had pretty, tall legs and liked to wear red dresses made of cheap-looking fabric. She had a big, round bottom and looked like she was going to give birth a lot. She also had a lot of breasts, though they were a bit splayed, but they seemed natural. When she came out of the restroom, her eye makeup was all messed up from crying. She didn't say a word and went back to the lounge to touch up her makeup. Half an hour later, she came back to sing with the bosses and got her breasts and buttocks touched. I wonder if, after being ejaculated inside by Boss Chen, her vagina, being a mature woman who had given birth, leaked semen as she walked to the lounge.

Anyway, that's pretty much how it is. These bosses and managers claim to be enthusiastic about public welfare and helping the disadvantaged, and they do donate a lot of money to charities. They may be loyal and generous, but when it comes to sex, they treat women like urinals and don't see anything wrong with it. Last time, there was actually a boss who urinated on a prostitute who was drunk and passed out in the toilet. The bosses who go to these low-class establishments are like this. People with taste and style wouldn't go to these places that only serve cheap food. The prostitutes here don't have the class or looks of high-class establishments; they're just there to make money and have no choice but to be abused.

A normal person, at least someone like me who went to a third-rate university and is pretty average, would feel sorry for me after seeing this. Forget about imitating them; I wouldn't even go out with the boss and have him plying the prostitutes with alcohol. I have no interest in touching breasts or genitals. Besides, I wouldn't dare sleep with these prostitutes. Those bosses always mess around with women without condoms, and the prostitutes are easily infected with all sorts of things. It's just that business is done this way here. If the boss has his fun with the women, everything is negotiable. Otherwise, why would I keep coming here to cultivate a relationship with the boss?

But this isn't some big city, all that glitz and glamour. It's just a place with lots of working people, and quite a few people still grow rice. It's a place with a huge disparity in social status. When girls grow up, they either go to work on assembly lines in factories, get married, or end up in places where they're exploited. So the more educated girls all leave, and it's considered good if they come back a few times a year. My elementary school classmates who were just as good at their studies as me all went to good schools and work in Taipei. If I hadn't done so poorly on my university entrance exams, I wouldn't have come back. The factory manager I work for now is a friend of my dad's, which is why he took me in, someone who couldn't find a good job in Taipei.

Actually, coming back isn't so bad. Living at home saves money, and the salary, though not much, is enough. It's just that I haven't had a girlfriend yet, so my family keeps trying to set me up with girls. It's better not to, because once they do, I start feeling down. Yes, the girls they introduce are the kind who are very obedient and listen to their families. But most of them, to be introduced in a place like this, are... well, it's really rude of me to say this, but I just can't get aroused. Some are quite overweight. That's okay, big breasts can cover up many flaws, but in a place like ours, it's normal to be overweight and dark-skinned. There was one particularly scary one; she took the civil service exam for years, her parents kept pressuring her to take it, she was completely out of her mind. Although she was quite pretty, thin and fair-skinned, she was really terrifying. Her eyes would widen when she spoke; who knows if she'd suddenly go crazy?

There are some pretty female factory workers, but they're not very well-educated. Just hearing them smoking and chatting during their breaks, talking like thugs, with their tacky blonde hair, squatting with their legs spread and smoking, makes my erection go limp. And they all have boyfriends who look like thugs picking them up after get off work. To put it bluntly, it's not my place to look down on them. Anyway, most of them graduated from vocational school, and some even started working after junior high. Most of the fathers here are into drinking, gambling, and whoring. It's a struggle for them to afford to send their sons to school, let alone their daughters. It's a miracle they're not sold off to pay off gambling debts. My elementary school classmates from less affluent families are all like this. It's quite obvious. In an elementary school class of fifty, those who aren't in the top ten are clearly not supported by their families, judging by their grades. They're different from those of us who went to private schools; they all went to local junior high schools. None of them got into drug use, went astray, or committed crimes. If they can find work, that's considered very lucky.

At a recent elementary school reunion, several of them were already in jail, and a few of the girls got pregnant in junior high, and some of their children have now graduated from elementary school. Saying this might make you think we live in a lewd place or something. No way! Damn, our elementary school is surrounded by fields. After class, all we do is play ball and tag. There are hardly any comics. How could girls who go to the nearby junior high school be deflowered and get pregnant? I don't really understand. For girls like me who go to private junior high with money paid for, graduating with just one hand on a girl's hand is considered good. Girls who go to private junior high are also very strict with their families and have a hard time finding boyfriends. How can you imagine losing your virginity at a public junior high?

The moment I entered the lobby, Sister Aju came over enthusiastically and said there was a new "younger sister" today—I'm twenty-nine years old this year. Sister Aju usually refers to "younger sisters" as being a few years older than me; if not a "younger sister," then ten years older. She mentioned she'd only recently graduated from university and was already asking Chairman Lin if he wanted her to be taken care of. Chairman Lin didn't seem to react much to the fact that she'd just graduated (as Sister Ju said, at that age, you could believe anything, even shit). But he figured he'd definitely take care of any new girl with his "little brother," so he waved it off. I followed Chairman Lin and his group into the private room to wait. Several familiar faces were already seated next to the bosses. I'd just stood up to toast the bosses and was about to down my first drink when Sister Ju brought in the new girl to greet them. Luckily, I drank quickly, or I would have choked and spat out the Scolopendra in my mouth.

This girl is actually younger than me, maybe two months younger. I knew it before Sister Aju even introduced her. She's a university student, that's right, a graduate of the continuing education program at the nearby university of science and technology. I heard from her best friend at the last class reunion that she couldn't go because she had class. This "girl" is my elementary school classmate, Liru, who used to train in long jump on the track and field team, and wasn't very good at academics. Sister Aju enthusiastically introduced Liru to the bosses. Liru was wearing a chiffon short dress, the kind with three sleeves but cutouts on both shoulders, covering her chest and revealing little. The dress was very short, revealing her legs, and she was wearing white pantyhose. She was only about 1.6 meters tall, and probably hadn't grown taller since sixth grade, but she had a good figure. And probably because she practiced track and field, her buttocks were firm and perky, her thighs were round and full, her calves were strong, and her ankles and wrists were as thin as her feet. However, she was no longer a girl, and her fair and smooth skin was gone, replaced by freckles. Perhaps because of her irregular lifestyle, her complexion was a bit yellowish. "Damn, Aju, you didn't even pee, you're a real little sister." Chairman Lin hugged one on his left and grabbed one breast on his right, laughing as he spoke. "Oh dear~ We won't be so rude, Mr. Lin, where does Liru sit?" Sister Aju pulled Liru, who was on her first day at work, over to greet Mr. Lin. Liru bowed respectfully, and Mr. Lin looked her over very carefully from head to toe. "Hello, Mr. Lin." Although Liru greeted Mr. Lin, he didn't look at her face at all; he was looking at her breasts, which were completely covered, and looked disappointed. Mr. Lin liked big breasts the most, and Liru looked to be only a B cup, and she hadn't grown much since graduating from elementary school. "Little brother, this little sister is about your age, she can sit over there." Mr. Lin pointed at me, and Sister Aju led Liru to my side, letting her sit on the far right of the sofa.

After Liru sat down next to me, I was quite nervous at first. It would be really embarrassing if she recognized me. However, the private room wasn't very bright, and it had been so long since we'd seen each other, so it was unlikely I'd recognize her. I wasn't nervous for long, and after a couple of drinks, I forgot about her. Anyway, once she was drunk, she wouldn't remember what I looked like. What was more embarrassing was the drinking game in the middle. Liru could really drink! The whiskey in the serving glass, even with a bunch of ice that had melted, she could chug it down in one go, and afterwards it was like she'd just drunk water—nothing even a cough. I, on the other hand, couldn't finish it, which was a bit embarrassing and reminded me of elementary school.

Although I went to a third-rate private university, I was a very good student in elementary school. Because I'm relatively sedentary, I'm not very athletic. Once, during a physical fitness test in elementary school, we were paired up, one person doing the test while the other recorded it. That time, I happened to be in the same group as Li-ru. Li-ru did over forty sit-ups in one minute, while I think I did thirty-one. After we finished, Li-ru smiled at me with her big eyes. I looked at her thick, straight, and somewhat fierce eyebrows and felt embarrassed. But she didn't say anything, just smiled and gave me the paper and pen to record her work before moving on to the next test. After that test, I always remembered her slightly smiling but fierce eyebrows, the faint, girlish scent that would make any boy's heart race, and her soft, budding breasts peeking out from under her gym clothes. Later, I would sometimes sneak peeks at her. Once, a few gossipy girls in the class pressed me to tell them who I liked. I guess they caught me peeking at her, so I had no choice but to answer honestly. After I said it, they started making a fuss in class, and even Li-ru blushed.

Now, thinking about Li-ru back then makes me a little hard. I have to say, I really had good taste. I didn't understand anything back then, but because she practiced long jump, Li-ru's figure was always very standard. And for a primary school girl, the shape of her butt was simply perfect, round and perky. Her face was also a bit precocious and didn't have baby fat. If you said she looked like a high school student, no one would doubt it. Now, more than a decade later, her figure hasn't changed much, but her face is quite different. Her thick eyebrows are now thin, and she wears heavy makeup. She still smiles as she answers the bosses' questions, like whether they like beading or doggy style, but her eyes no longer seem to be smiling.

But the perfume she wears isn't one of those cheap, overpowering scents. I think the important reason I can't get an erection in these places isn't because I feel sorry for these women, but because I find the perfumes they use to be awful. The perfume Li-Ru is wearing, I think, isn't perfume at all; it's more like shampoo. It might not be a girly scent, but the soapy smell is quite refreshing. Sitting next to her smelling it all night, it really does make you hard.

But it wasn't just me who got hard. Around 11 PM, Mr. Chen, whether he was too lazy to leave or what, called Li Ru over to sit next to him and drink with him. The room was dimly lit, so it was hard to see clearly, but I could tell from Mr. Chen's hand movements that he was touching her sensitive spot. The others were singing, which drowned out the noise. Li Ru's face was resting on Mr. Chen's leg, and she was moving around, giving him oral sex. I figured Mr. Chen had drunk a few drinks and probably wouldn't be able to get an erection, so less than half an hour later, he told everyone he had to leave and took Li Ru with him as they left.

Later, when I got home, I rummaged through the drawers and found my elementary school graduation yearbook. There was also a photo of Li-ru from when I met her at the town's train station in the second year of junior high. She gave me a photo booth picture, which I kept in the yearbook. Li-ru only had one photo in the yearbook, wearing a gym uniform. Our gym uniforms were paired with green shorts, and because she had long legs and a good figure, the shorts fit her perfectly. Any shorter and they would have looked like pantyhose. I took off my clothes to take a shower, but instead picked up my graduation yearbook. Sitting on the toilet, I noticed the photos in the yearbook were poorly printed, but Li Ru looked so innocent and youthful, with her fair, straight, and beautiful legs. I watched her smile at the camera and masturbate. But after a few moments, I remembered that she had probably just finished with Mr. Chen, and he had probably already gone home. Li Ru, who was too drunk to get up, was probably lying alone on the hotel bed with her legs spread open, her labia stretched open by Mr. Chen's beaded penis and unable to close, possibly even torn and bleeding, hence the pinkish semen flowing from her vagina. Damn, I really want to fuck her. I've been looking at her picture in my graduation yearbook, from elementary school to junior high, I don't know how many times I've used that picture to masturbate.

The next time I went, I thought that after Li-ru went into the private room, she would go straight to accompany Chairman Lin, but she didn't. Chairman Lin didn't specifically call her over either. She was still sitting in the corner next to me. I don't know if it was because she brought her out that Chairman Lin was unhappy or what. Since that's the case, I'll chat with her for a bit. I hope I won't be recognized. "Hey, Sister Ju said you're a college student, are you doing this to earn tuition fees?" "Ah? Yes, tuition is expensive, and my family has to spend a lot of money. Boss Wang, please take good care of me. Here." Li Ru poured me a glass, and poured one for herself, which she downed in one gulp. "I'm not the boss, just call me Xiao Wang. I'm treating these bosses." I raised my glass, first raising it to Li Ru as a gesture of respect, then raising it high to each boss to show my respect, and then downed it in one go. "Great job, bringing Xiao Wang along was the right thing to do. He's so sensible. Here, give him another glass. Our Xiao Wang can hold his liquor!" Before Boss Lin could even speak, Li Ru had already grabbed the bottle and filled my glass.

After several rounds of toasting, I was exhausted, so I leaned back on the sofa to rest. I don't know if it was the alcohol that emboldened me, but I placed my hand on Li-ru's thigh, caressing the smooth texture of her silk-stockinged legs, leaned against her shoulder, and inhaled her body odor. Oh, it really does make me hard just from smelling it; am I still a middle schooler? "Hey, do you have a boyfriend?" In my rush of blood, I mustered the courage to ask. But Li-ru seemed to be returning the toast; I don't know how many drinks she'd had, she didn't hear me. So I asked again. "Boyfriend? No, why are you asking? You want to be my boyfriend?" Liru said politely, seemingly quite adept at it. She didn't flinch as my hand moved further in, stroking her inner thigh near her mons pubis. "You're so pretty, let me ask you something. Not getting a boyfriend, just focusing on your studies?" I asked, while simultaneously reaching inside her panties and touching her vulva. I honestly didn't know what I was doing; I guess I'd seen too much and was just imitating. "Even if I do this, I'll consider whether my boyfriend cares!" Was she trying to warn me against touching her? Whatever, I was wearing open-crotch stockings anyway, wasn't that what it meant to be touched? I slipped my hand inside her panties from the side. Wow, her pubic hair was incredibly thick, coarse, and long—a huge patch, roughly triangular in shape covering her mons pubis. "What are you doing, touching me like that? It feels so good." I used my middle finger to scratch her cleft. No, it's not that it feels good, it's that I want to fuck you. When I saw you in middle school, your face was still so innocent. You probably already had the same lewd pubic hair back then, right? You probably lost your virginity back then, right? You're such a slutty, repressed slut. "I don't care!" I said, touching her while smelling her neck. I really wanted to fuck her, I really wanted to do what Mr. Chen did that day, just hold her head down and make her give me a blowjob. But I really didn't dare; it felt so disrespectful to an elder. "What? What do you mean you don't care? You don't care what I'm doing?"

I couldn't answer Liru. I had drunk too much, and now everything was rushing to my head, making me incredibly dizzy. My hands were numb, and I had no idea what I was picking at; they just felt wet and slippery. But I don't know if I was using too much force or if my nails scratched her, but Liru shifted her buttocks. Feeling guilty, I pulled my hand away. Liru pulled up her underwear, put it back on, straightened her skirt, and then stood up and walked towards the restroom in the private room. Watching her waddle into the bathroom in her silver platform heels, her hips swaying, her steps slightly unsteady, I wanted to follow her in, pin her against the sink, and fuck her hard from behind until her labia were turned inside out, then tell her I was her elementary school classmate who used to have a crush on her and got hard just thinking about her. "Hey kid, hurry up!" Mr. Lin yelled at me, pinching the breasts of the woman next to him. "You've come with us so many times, are you tempted this time? Go in and fuck that college student to your heart's content, be a real man." Mr. Lin pointed to the bathroom. I understood what he meant, but I... I drank too fast and was still dizzy, my legs were weak, I barely managed to stand up with the help of the sofa, then slumped back down on it. "Are you really that reckless, young man? You used to be such a heavy drinker!" Chairman Lin released the pair of large breasts in his hands, stood up, and walked towards the toilet. "Lin Bei will show you what it means to be a vigorous dragon at fifty. Damn." After saying that, Chairman Lin touched his crotch, which was bulging quite a bit, opened the toilet door, went in, and closed the door behind him.

I thought Chairman Lin wasn't interested in the petite Li Ru, but no, these 'bosses' wouldn't come to such vulgar places to play with women because they weren't interested in these prostitutes. With money, would it be difficult for them to buy brothels or keep young prostitutes? He just wants to be a lord, serving others, taking a little blue pill, and using his aging, pill-dependent, stinky penis to force himself on these women who dare not resist, showing off his power, and taking pleasure in bullying these pitiful prostitutes. If I did that, my conscience would be guilty, but I really want to sleep with her… Am I supposed to pursue her honestly and have her be my girlfriend? No way!

A series of moans began to emanate from the bathroom. After so many years, I had no recollection of what Li Ru's voice sounded like. Now, although she didn't have the husky, drunken voice often found in prostitutes, it was still a little hoarse. I never imagined that when she was being fucked, her cries would be so high-pitched. As I listened to my childhood crush being penetrated without a condom by a drunken man in his fifties, I leaned against the sofa, inhaling the stench of cigarettes, alcohol, and cheap, awful perfume in the private room. After a while, I became a little more sober, though my hands and feet were still numb and weak, at least I wasn't as dizzy as when I was trying to stand up. Manager Zhang, as always, left with his old flame, whom he always insisted on ordering, leaving two busty, mature women, Fenfen and Ajuan, in the room, with Chairman Chen singing while he had his arms around their waists. I checked the time on my phone; at least ten minutes had passed. Just then, Chairman Lin opened the bathroom door and came out. "How was it? Did you enjoy it?" Mr. Chen stopped singing halfway through and asked Mr. Lin when he saw him come out. Mr. Lin's expression, however, seemed to be more complicated than that. "You're really good at blowjobs, damn, your pussy is loose, it's so tight, and your breasts are small." "Sorry, because of the last time I took you out and Lin Bei fucked you all night, it's loose now." Mr. Chen said while grabbing Fenfen's crotch next to him, "Fenfen, Mr. Chen is taking you out to play today, so I'll let you 'loosen' a bit, okay?" "Thank you~ Mr. Chen~" Fenfen returned the favor, grabbing Mr. Chen's penis to thank him.

Seeing Chairman Lin come out, I realized I was already urinating from all the drinking tonight, so I stood up, leaning on the table, and went to the bathroom. I pushed open the door, went in, unzipped my pants, and started urinating. Li Ru was sitting on the floor next to the toilet, in front of the sink, not wearing underwear, her legs spread wide, her head tilted to one side, drool dripping from the corner of her mouth. Damn, Chairman Lin was giving the prostitute drugs again. After urinating, I shook my penis to clean it up, then squatted down to look at Li Ru. Because of the drugs, Li Ru's cheeks were flushed, like apple cheeks, her eyes darted left and right, her pupils unfocused, drool dripping from the corner of her mouth, and her right middle finger was fiddling with her vulva. She was also rubbing her clitoris with her thumb. I put my ear close to her slightly parted mouth and heard her making soft "ah...ah..." sounds.

Perhaps because I was standing next to her, she brought her nose close and kept sniffing me, then stuck out her tongue and licked behind my ear. I was startled and stood up. She grabbed my thigh, unzipped my pants, and reached into my underwear to pull out my already limp penis. She slapped the glans hard with her tongue, while her right hand caressed my scrotum. Then she swallowed the whole thing, squeezing it with her tongue and the mucous membrane in her mouth, sucking, spitting it out, and swallowing it again. I looked at Li Ru, whose features were similar but completely different from the Li Ru of years ago, giving me oral sex with such skillful blowjob technique. Instead of feeling excited or stimulated, I felt sorry for her. With such skill, she must either be very lewd or she had been selling herself before. I tried to pull my penis out of her mouth by pulling my butt back, but she sucked on it and wouldn't let go, almost making it impossible to pull out. "Boss...fuck me...fuck me..." Liru pinched her own vagina while still holding onto my penis. I felt really stupid for having felt sorry for her. "Fuck your mother's lousy mother, if you want to fuck, then fuck." I took off my pants and hung them on the hook on the door, knelt in front of Liru, cupped her face in my hands, and kissed her very roughly, sticking out my tongue to lick her neck, then sticking it into her mouth and licking her tongue. Her mouth was salty, fuck. Then I grabbed the hem of her dress and lifted it up, taking it off completely, revealing her small, uncovered breasts, which had already been unhooked by her bra. I now understand why she always covers herself up so tightly. Her small, delicate, fair breasts are beautifully shaped, with a large tattoo on each side near her collarbone. The left side depicts a demon, while the right side shows several peach-pink flowers blooming on a tree branch. The nipples on her small breasts are large and dark. Sigh, seeing her flat stomach without a tummy, with a straight scar on it and a dark, furry triangular area below, I can see...

I stood up, grabbed Liru's hands, and pulled her up from the floor, making her lean against the sink with her buttocks facing me. It was that perky ass I'd been masturbating to for years. I thrust my penis in, hesitated for a moment, then removed a condom from the sink shelf, put it on, and finally inserted my rock-hard penis into that cunt I'd dreamed of since sixth grade, a cunt I could finally fuck. I thrust in and out, and Liru, panting, moaned with pleasure, "Ah... Boss... so good... Boss... harder... ah... so good..."

I don't know if it was because Liru's moans sounded so unrefined, like a cheap prostitute being fucked once, or if her vagina was just really loose—wearing a condom meant I could barely feel anything—I really didn't understand what she was moaning about. I almost went limp, so I had to grit my teeth, pull my penis out, remove the condom, and then thrust in hard with every stroke, squeezing out all the semen that had been ejaculated inside. Then I pulled my penis out again and thrust in hard, making sure her vaginal walls and cervix could grip my glans. Finally, I felt a release.

Looking at the back of her head with her hair tied in a small ponytail, the hair swaying back and forth as I fucked her, I suddenly remembered that there were seats a few seats behind her in the elementary school classroom. I would peek at her during class. The harder I fucked her, the louder she screamed. Damn it, those old sluts outside, Lin Bei, I'm not a weakling. Li Ru is mine. I'll fuck her every time I come here. I'll pay for her to go out every time. Every day, she was gang-raped by her hoodlum boyfriend and his gang when she was a freshman in vocational high school. She's been fucked by hundreds of johns to raise her child. Her vagina has been used to the point of being pitifully loose and filled with semen. "Damn...you damn slut..."

After graduating from university, I started working as a salesperson, selling products. In our line of work, many bosses are the kind who didn't study much. They value relationships and loyalty, so they all go to hotels. Not really high-class ones, mostly the more vulgar kind. The girls earn their money through hard work. If the bosses who pay for your services tell you to drink, you have to drink. If they want to touch your breasts when you're drunk, you have to let them. If you're so drunk that you go to the bathroom to throw up, the bosses all follow you into the bathroom, lift up your skirt, take off your underwear, and start having sex with you there. So the bathrooms in the private rooms are all very large, and they have condoms, although many bosses don't wear them.

Sometimes I think these girls are really pitiful. They're only around thirty years old, but because they drink too much, smoke too much, and have irregular work schedules, they look old very quickly. But many of them have no choice. Single mothers don't have the money to raise children, some even have two, so they have no choice but to continue. I remember once, not long after we started drinking, one of the girls went to the restroom, and Mr. Chen, who runs the stamping machine business, followed her in. The locks on the private room's restrooms were just for show; they opened with a turn. For the first few minutes, there was no noise. I thought, "What's wrong? Has Mr. Chen changed his ways? He's so obedient!" But soon I heard Mr. Chen raising his voice. "What the hell are you doing with that?" "Mr. Chen, please, I'm in my fertile period today, I can't not wear it, please have mercy, please." "Stop whining like that, take your hand away from me, damn it, this kind of thing (looks like this), it's from over there near the North Third Elementary School." "No, please, Mr. Chen, ah!"

Mr. Chen, of course, slapped her across the face, and then the bathroom became quiet. A few minutes later, Mr. Chen came out, swaying his big belly, and was unzipping his pants. I still remember that girl. She had pretty, tall legs and liked to wear red dresses made of cheap-looking fabric. She had a big, round bottom and looked like she was going to give birth a lot. She also had a lot of breasts, though they were a bit splayed, but they seemed natural. When she came out of the restroom, her eye makeup was all messed up from crying. She didn't say a word and went back to the lounge to touch up her makeup. Half an hour later, she came back to sing with the bosses and got her breasts and buttocks touched. I wonder if, after being ejaculated inside by Boss Chen, her vagina, being a mature woman who had given birth, leaked semen as she walked to the lounge.

Anyway, that's pretty much how it is. These bosses and managers claim to be enthusiastic about public welfare and helping the disadvantaged, and they do donate a lot of money to charities. They may be loyal and generous, but when it comes to sex, they treat women like urinals and don't see anything wrong with it. Last time, there was actually a boss who urinated on a prostitute who was drunk and passed out in the toilet. The bosses who go to these low-class establishments are like this. People with taste and style wouldn't go to these places that only serve cheap food. The prostitutes here don't have the class or looks of high-class establishments; they're just there to make money and have no choice but to be abused.

A normal person, at least someone like me who went to a third-rate university and is pretty average, would feel sorry for me after seeing this. Forget about imitating them; I wouldn't even go out with the boss and have him plying the prostitutes with alcohol. I have no interest in touching breasts or genitals. Besides, I wouldn't dare sleep with these prostitutes. Those bosses always mess around with women without condoms, and the prostitutes are easily infected with all sorts of things. It's just that business is done this way here. If the boss has his fun with the women, everything is negotiable. Otherwise, why would I keep coming here to cultivate a relationship with the boss?

But this isn't some big city, all that glitz and glamour. It's just a place with lots of working people, and quite a few people still grow rice. It's a place with a huge disparity in social status. When girls grow up, they either go to work on assembly lines in factories, get married, or end up in places where they're exploited. So the more educated girls all leave, and it's considered good if they come back a few times a year. My elementary school classmates who were just as good at their studies as me all went to good schools and work in Taipei. If I hadn't done so poorly on my university entrance exams, I wouldn't have come back. The factory manager I work for now is a friend of my dad's, which is why he took me in, someone who couldn't find a good job in Taipei.

Actually, coming back isn't so bad. Living at home saves money, and the salary, though not much, is enough. It's just that I haven't had a girlfriend yet, so my family keeps trying to set me up with girls. It's better not to, because once they do, I start feeling down. Yes, the girls they introduce are the kind who are very obedient and listen to their families. But most of them, to be introduced in a place like this, are... well, it's really rude of me to say this, but I just can't get aroused. Some are quite overweight. That's okay, big breasts can cover up many flaws, but in a place like ours, it's normal to be overweight and dark-skinned. There was one particularly scary one; she took the civil service exam for years, her parents kept pressuring her to take it, she was completely out of her mind. Although she was quite pretty, thin and fair-skinned, she was really terrifying. Her eyes would widen when she spoke; who knows if she'd suddenly go crazy?

There are some pretty female factory workers, but they're not very well-educated. Just hearing them smoking and chatting during their breaks, talking like thugs, with their tacky blonde hair, squatting with their legs spread and smoking, makes my erection go limp. And they all have boyfriends who look like thugs picking them up after get off work. To put it bluntly, it's not my place to look down on them. Anyway, most of them graduated from vocational school, and some even started working after junior high. Most of the fathers here are into drinking, gambling, and whoring. It's a struggle for them to afford to send their sons to school, let alone their daughters. It's a miracle they're not sold off to pay off gambling debts. My elementary school classmates from less affluent families are all like this. It's quite obvious. In an elementary school class of fifty, those who aren't in the top ten are clearly not supported by their families, judging by their grades. They're different from those of us who went to private schools; they all went to local junior high schools. None of them got into drug use, went astray, or committed crimes. If they can find work, that's considered very lucky.

At a recent elementary school reunion, several of them were already in jail, and a few of the girls got pregnant in junior high, and some of their children have now graduated from elementary school. Saying this might make you think we live in a lewd place or something. No way! Damn, our elementary school is surrounded by fields. After class, all we do is play ball and tag. There are hardly any comics. How could girls who go to the nearby junior high school be deflowered and get pregnant? I don't really understand. For girls like me who go to private junior high with money paid for, graduating with just one hand on a girl's hand is considered good. Girls who go to private junior high are also very strict with their families and have a hard time finding boyfriends. How can you imagine losing your virginity at a public junior high?

The moment I entered the lobby, Sister Aju came over enthusiastically and said there was a new "younger sister" today—I'm twenty-nine years old this year. Sister Aju usually refers to "younger sisters" as being a few years older than me; if not a "younger sister," then ten years older. She mentioned she'd only recently graduated from university and was already asking Chairman Lin if he wanted her to be taken care of. Chairman Lin didn't seem to react much to the fact that she'd just graduated (as Sister Ju said, at that age, you could believe anything, even shit). But he figured he'd definitely take care of any new girl with his "little brother," so he waved it off. I followed Chairman Lin and his group into the private room to wait. Several familiar faces were already seated next to the bosses. I'd just stood up to toast the bosses and was about to down my first drink when Sister Ju brought in the new girl to greet them. Luckily, I drank quickly, or I would have choked and spat out the Scolopendra in my mouth.

This girl is actually younger than me, maybe two months younger. I knew it before Sister Aju even introduced her. She's a university student, that's right, a graduate of the continuing education program at the nearby university of science and technology. I heard from her best friend at the last class reunion that she couldn't go because she had class. This "girl" is my elementary school classmate, Liru, who used to train in long jump on the track and field team, and wasn't very good at academics. Sister Aju enthusiastically introduced Liru to the bosses. Liru was wearing a chiffon short dress, the kind with three sleeves but cutouts on both shoulders, covering her chest and revealing little. The dress was very short, revealing her legs, and she was wearing white pantyhose. She was only about 1.6 meters tall, and probably hadn't grown taller since sixth grade, but she had a good figure. And probably because she practiced track and field, her buttocks were firm and perky, her thighs were round and full, her calves were strong, and her ankles and wrists were as thin as her feet. However, she was no longer a girl, and her fair and smooth skin was gone, replaced by freckles. Perhaps because of her irregular lifestyle, her complexion was a bit yellowish. "Damn, Aju, you didn't even pee, you're a real little sister." Chairman Lin hugged one on his left and grabbed one breast on his right, laughing as he spoke. "Oh dear~ We won't be so rude, Mr. Lin, where does Liru sit?" Sister Aju pulled Liru, who was on her first day at work, over to greet Mr. Lin. Liru bowed respectfully, and Mr. Lin looked her over very carefully from head to toe. "Hello, Mr. Lin." Although Liru greeted Mr. Lin, he didn't look at her face at all; he was looking at her breasts, which were completely covered, and looked disappointed. Mr. Lin liked big breasts the most, and Liru looked to be only a B cup, and she hadn't grown much since graduating from elementary school. "Little brother, this little sister is about your age, she can sit over there." Mr. Lin pointed at me, and Sister Aju led Liru to my side, letting her sit on the far right of the sofa.

After Liru sat down next to me, I was quite nervous at first. It would be really embarrassing if she recognized me. However, the private room wasn't very bright, and it had been so long since we'd seen each other, so it was unlikely I'd recognize her. I wasn't nervous for long, and after a couple of drinks, I forgot about her. Anyway, once she was drunk, she wouldn't remember what I looked like. What was more embarrassing was the drinking game in the middle. Liru could really drink! The whiskey in the serving glass, even with a bunch of ice that had melted, she could chug it down in one go, and afterwards it was like she'd just drunk water—nothing even a cough. I, on the other hand, couldn't finish it, which was a bit embarrassing and reminded me of elementary school.

Although I went to a third-rate private university, I was a very good student in elementary school. Because I'm relatively sedentary, I'm not very athletic. Once, during a physical fitness test in elementary school, we were paired up, one person doing the test while the other recorded it. That time, I happened to be in the same group as Li-ru. Li-ru did over forty sit-ups in one minute, while I think I did thirty-one. After we finished, Li-ru smiled at me with her big eyes. I looked at her thick, straight, and somewhat fierce eyebrows and felt embarrassed. But she didn't say anything, just smiled and gave me the paper and pen to record her work before moving on to the next test. After that test, I always remembered her slightly smiling but fierce eyebrows, the faint, girlish scent that would make any boy's heart race, and her soft, budding breasts peeking out from under her gym clothes. Later, I would sometimes sneak peeks at her. Once, a few gossipy girls in the class pressed me to tell them who I liked. I guess they caught me peeking at her, so I had no choice but to answer honestly. After I said it, they started making a fuss in class, and even Li-ru blushed.

Now, thinking about Li-ru back then makes me a little hard. I have to say, I really had good taste. I didn't understand anything back then, but because she practiced long jump, Li-ru's figure was always very standard. And for a primary school girl, the shape of her butt was simply perfect, round and perky. Her face was also a bit precocious and didn't have baby fat. If you said she looked like a high school student, no one would doubt it. Now, more than a decade later, her figure hasn't changed much, but her face is quite different. Her thick eyebrows are now thin, and she wears heavy makeup. She still smiles as she answers the bosses' questions, like whether they like beading or doggy style, but her eyes no longer seem to be smiling.

But the perfume she wears isn't one of those cheap, overpowering scents. I think the important reason I can't get an erection in these places isn't because I feel sorry for these women, but because I find the perfumes they use to be awful. The perfume Li-Ru is wearing, I think, isn't perfume at all; it's more like shampoo. It might not be a girly scent, but the soapy smell is quite refreshing. Sitting next to her smelling it all night, it really does make you hard.

But it wasn't just me who got hard. Around 11 PM, Mr. Chen, whether he was too lazy to leave or what, called Li Ru over to sit next to him and drink with him. The room was dimly lit, so it was hard to see clearly, but I could tell from Mr. Chen's hand movements that he was touching her sensitive spot. The others were singing, which drowned out the noise. Li Ru's face was resting on Mr. Chen's leg, and she was moving around, giving him oral sex. I figured Mr. Chen had drunk a few drinks and probably wouldn't be able to get an erection, so less than half an hour later, he told everyone he had to leave and took Li Ru with him as they left.

Later, when I got home, I rummaged through the drawers and found my elementary school graduation yearbook. There was also a photo of Li-ru from when I met her at the town's train station in the second year of junior high. She gave me a photo booth picture, which I kept in the yearbook. Li-ru only had one photo in the yearbook, wearing a gym uniform. Our gym uniforms were paired with green shorts, and because she had long legs and a good figure, the shorts fit her perfectly. Any shorter and they would have looked like pantyhose. I took off my clothes to take a shower, but instead picked up my graduation yearbook. Sitting on the toilet, I noticed the photos in the yearbook were poorly printed, but Li Ru looked so innocent and youthful, with her fair, straight, and beautiful legs. I watched her smile at the camera and masturbate. But after a few moments, I remembered that she had probably just finished with Mr. Chen, and he had probably already gone home. Li Ru, who was too drunk to get up, was probably lying alone on the hotel bed with her legs spread open, her labia stretched open by Mr. Chen's beaded penis and unable to close, possibly even torn and bleeding, hence the pinkish semen flowing from her vagina. Damn, I really want to fuck her. I've been looking at her picture in my graduation yearbook, from elementary school to junior high, I don't know how many times I've used that picture to masturbate.

The next time I went, I thought that after Li-ru went into the private room, she would go straight to accompany Chairman Lin, but she didn't. Chairman Lin didn't specifically call her over either. She was still sitting in the corner next to me. I don't know if it was because she brought her out that Chairman Lin was unhappy or what. Since that's the case, I'll chat with her for a bit. I hope I won't be recognized. "Hey, Sister Ju said you're a college student, are you doing this to earn tuition fees?" "Ah? Yes, tuition is expensive, and my family has to spend a lot of money. Boss Wang, please take good care of me. Here." Li Ru poured me a glass, and poured one for herself, which she downed in one gulp. "I'm not the boss, just call me Xiao Wang. I'm treating these bosses." I raised my glass, first raising it to Li Ru as a gesture of respect, then raising it high to each boss to show my respect, and then downed it in one go. "Great job, bringing Xiao Wang along was the right thing to do. He's so sensible. Here, give him another glass. Our Xiao Wang can hold his liquor!" Before Boss Lin could even speak, Li Ru had already grabbed the bottle and filled my glass.

After several rounds of toasting, I was exhausted, so I leaned back on the sofa to rest. I don't know if it was the alcohol that emboldened me, but I placed my hand on Li-ru's thigh, caressing the smooth texture of her silk-stockinged legs, leaned against her shoulder, and inhaled her body odor. Oh, it really does make me hard just from smelling it; am I still a middle schooler? "Hey, do you have a boyfriend?" In my rush of blood, I mustered the courage to ask. But Li-ru seemed to be returning the toast; I don't know how many drinks she'd had, she didn't hear me. So I asked again. "Boyfriend? No, why are you asking? You want to be my boyfriend?" Liru said politely, seemingly quite adept at it. She didn't flinch as my hand moved further in, stroking her inner thigh near her mons pubis. "You're so pretty, let me ask you something. Not getting a boyfriend, just focusing on your studies?" I asked, while simultaneously reaching inside her panties and touching her vulva. I honestly didn't know what I was doing; I guess I'd seen too much and was just imitating. "Even if I do this, I'll consider whether my boyfriend cares!" Was she trying to warn me against touching her? Whatever, I was wearing open-crotch stockings anyway, wasn't that what it meant to be touched? I slipped my hand inside her panties from the side. Wow, her pubic hair was incredibly thick, coarse, and long—a huge patch, roughly triangular in shape covering her mons pubis. "What are you doing, touching me like that? It feels so good." I used my middle finger to scratch her cleft. No, it's not that it feels good, it's that I want to fuck you. When I saw you in middle school, your face was still so innocent. You probably already had the same lewd pubic hair back then, right? You probably lost your virginity back then, right? You're such a slutty, repressed slut. "I don't care!" I said, touching her while smelling her neck. I really wanted to fuck her, I really wanted to do what Mr. Chen did that day, just hold her head down and make her give me a blowjob. But I really didn't dare; it felt so disrespectful to an elder. "What? What do you mean you don't care? You don't care what I'm doing?"

I couldn't answer Liru. I had drunk too much, and now everything was rushing to my head, making me incredibly dizzy. My hands were numb, and I had no idea what I was picking at; they just felt wet and slippery. But I don't know if I was using too much force or if my nails scratched her, but Liru shifted her buttocks. Feeling guilty, I pulled my hand away. Liru pulled up her underwear, put it back on, straightened her skirt, and then stood up and walked towards the restroom in the private room. Watching her waddle into the bathroom in her silver platform heels, her hips swaying, her steps slightly unsteady, I wanted to follow her in, pin her against the sink, and fuck her hard from behind until her labia were turned inside out, then tell her I was her elementary school classmate who used to have a crush on her and got hard just thinking about her. "Hey kid, hurry up!" Mr. Lin yelled at me, pinching the breasts of the woman next to him. "You've come with us so many times, are you tempted this time? Go in and fuck that college student to your heart's content, be a real man." Mr. Lin pointed to the bathroom. I understood what he meant, but I... I drank too fast and was still dizzy, my legs were weak, I barely managed to stand up with the help of the sofa, then slumped back down on it. "Are you really that reckless, young man? You used to be such a heavy drinker!" Chairman Lin released the pair of large breasts in his hands, stood up, and walked towards the toilet. "Lin Bei will show you what it means to be a vigorous dragon at fifty. Damn." After saying that, Chairman Lin touched his crotch, which was bulging quite a bit, opened the toilet door, went in, and closed the door behind him.

I thought Chairman Lin wasn't interested in the petite Li Ru, but no, these 'bosses' wouldn't come to such vulgar places to play with women because they weren't interested in these prostitutes. With money, would it be difficult for them to buy brothels or keep young prostitutes? He just wants to be a lord, serving others, taking a little blue pill, and using his aging, pill-dependent, stinky penis to force himself on these women who dare not resist, showing off his power, and taking pleasure in bullying these pitiful prostitutes. If I did that, my conscience would be guilty, but I really want to sleep with her… Am I supposed to pursue her honestly and have her be my girlfriend? No way!

A series of moans began to emanate from the bathroom. After so many years, I had no recollection of what Li Ru's voice sounded like. Now, although she didn't have the husky, drunken voice often found in prostitutes, it was still a little hoarse. I never imagined that when she was being fucked, her cries would be so high-pitched. As I listened to my childhood crush being penetrated without a condom by a drunken man in his fifties, I leaned against the sofa, inhaling the stench of cigarettes, alcohol, and cheap, awful perfume in the private room. After a while, I became a little more sober, though my hands and feet were still numb and weak, at least I wasn't as dizzy as when I was trying to stand up. Manager Zhang, as always, left with his old flame, whom he always insisted on ordering, leaving two busty, mature women, Fenfen and Ajuan, in the room, with Chairman Chen singing while he had his arms around their waists. I checked the time on my phone; at least ten minutes had passed. Just then, Chairman Lin opened the bathroom door and came out. "How was it? Did you enjoy it?" Mr. Chen stopped singing halfway through and asked Mr. Lin when he saw him come out. Mr. Lin's expression, however, seemed to be more complicated than that. "You're really good at blowjobs, damn, your pussy is loose, it's so tight, and your breasts are small." "Sorry, because of the last time I took you out and Lin Bei fucked you all night, it's loose now." Mr. Chen said while grabbing Fenfen's crotch next to him, "Fenfen, Mr. Chen is taking you out to play today, so I'll let you 'loosen' a bit, okay?" "Thank you~ Mr. Chen~" Fenfen returned the favor, grabbing Mr. Chen's penis to thank him.

Seeing Chairman Lin come out, I realized I was already urinating from all the drinking tonight, so I stood up, leaning on the table, and went to the bathroom. I pushed open the door, went in, unzipped my pants, and started urinating. Li Ru was sitting on the floor next to the toilet, in front of the sink, not wearing underwear, her legs spread wide, her head tilted to one side, drool dripping from the corner of her mouth. Damn, Chairman Lin was giving the prostitute drugs again. After urinating, I shook my penis to clean it up, then squatted down to look at Li Ru. Because of the drugs, Li Ru's cheeks were flushed, like apple cheeks, her eyes darted left and right, her pupils unfocused, drool dripping from the corner of her mouth, and her right middle finger was fiddling with her vulva. She was also rubbing her clitoris with her thumb. I put my ear close to her slightly parted mouth and heard her making soft "ah...ah..." sounds.

Perhaps because I was standing next to her, she brought her nose close and kept sniffing me, then stuck out her tongue and licked behind my ear. I was startled and stood up. She grabbed my thigh, unzipped my pants, and reached into my underwear to pull out my already limp penis. She slapped the glans hard with her tongue, while her right hand caressed my scrotum. Then she swallowed the whole thing, squeezing it with her tongue and the mucous membrane in her mouth, sucking, spitting it out, and swallowing it again. I looked at Li Ru, whose features were similar but completely different from the Li Ru of years ago, giving me oral sex with such skillful blowjob technique. Instead of feeling excited or stimulated, I felt sorry for her. With such skill, she must either be very lewd or she had been selling herself before. I tried to pull my penis out of her mouth by pulling my butt back, but she sucked on it and wouldn't let go, almost making it impossible to pull out. "Boss...fuck me...fuck me..." Liru pinched her own vagina while still holding onto my penis. I felt really stupid for having felt sorry for her. "Fuck your mother's lousy mother, if you want to fuck, then fuck." I took off my pants and hung them on the hook on the door, knelt in front of Liru, cupped her face in my hands, and kissed her very roughly, sticking out my tongue to lick her neck, then sticking it into her mouth and licking her tongue. Her mouth was salty, fuck. Then I grabbed the hem of her dress and lifted it up, taking it off completely, revealing her small, uncovered breasts, which had already been unhooked by her bra. I now understand why she always covers herself up so tightly. Her small, delicate, fair breasts are beautifully shaped, with a large tattoo on each side near her collarbone. The left side depicts a demon, while the right side shows several peach-pink flowers blooming on a tree branch. The nipples on her small breasts are large and dark. Sigh, seeing her flat stomach without a tummy, with a straight scar on it and a dark, furry triangular area below, I can see...

I stood up, grabbed Liru's hands, and pulled her up from the floor, making her lean against the sink with her buttocks facing me. It was that perky ass I'd been masturbating to for years. I thrust my penis in, hesitated for a moment, then removed a condom from the sink shelf, put it on, and finally inserted my rock-hard penis into that cunt I'd dreamed of since sixth grade, a cunt I could finally fuck. I thrust in and out, and Liru, panting, moaned with pleasure, "Ah... Boss... so good... Boss... harder... ah... so good..."

I don't know if it was because Liru's moans sounded so unrefined, like a cheap prostitute being fucked once, or if her vagina was just really loose—wearing a condom meant I could barely feel anything—I really didn't understand what she was moaning about. I almost went limp, so I had to grit my teeth, pull my penis out, remove the condom, and then thrust in hard with every stroke, squeezing out all the semen that had been ejaculated inside. Then I pulled my penis out again and thrust in hard, making sure her vaginal walls and cervix could grip my glans. Finally, I felt a release.

Looking at the back of her head, tied in a small ponytail, her hair swaying back and forth as I fucked her, I suddenly remembered the seats behind her in elementary school. I would peek at her during class. I fucked her harder and harder, and she screamed louder and louder. "Damn it, those old sluts outside, Lin Bei, I'm not a coward. Li Ru is mine. Every time I come here, I'll fuck her. I'll pay for her out every time. Every day, she was gang-raped by her hoodlum boyfriend and his gang in her first year of vocational high school. To raise her child, she's already been fucked by hundreds of clients, her vagina worn loose and pitiful from being used so much." "Fuck...you slutty bitch..."

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