How many can be started over?

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That year, in my senior year of high school, I developed anemia. The reason was simple: I had spent all the money my parents gave me for food and daily necessities on smoking, drinking, and playing video games, and hadn't eaten properly. The anemia became so severe that I had a headache for about an hour every morning. It was unbearable.

Because I was studying in another city, I wasn't with my parents. One day, after I fainted in class, the truth came out. My parents came to the school. After understanding what had happened, they took me home with leave. My hometown is in a mountainous area. There's coal there, and it's very close to a minority group. They're a nomadic people; my impression of them was of sheepfolds covering the mountainsides, where they lived while herding sheep. I don't know why, but later these simple buildings gradually fell into disrepair. Few people lived there anymore.

When I got home, my parents didn't say anything. There weren't any high schools in that area, which was why I went to school in another city. My mother said, "Just stay home and behave yourself. I'll take good care of you and you'll be fine." So I started drinking unsalted chicken soup, fish soup, and all sorts of random soups every day. It was even more unbearable!

I was overdoing it; I don't know what they added to the meat broth, but it started giving me nosebleeds. I didn't tell my mom. I was afraid that if I did, she'd change the recipe and I wouldn't know what else to make my nosebleeds from. I started to get restless…

My parents were both busy, sometimes not coming home for days on end. When they weren't home, I'd drink my soup at the neighbor's house every day and then run out, not caring at all about how they ate all the meat that was mine. I started running through the woods and down the mountain, running nonstop, because I felt like there was a fire burning inside me every day. It made me restless and unable to sleep at night. I think I must have looked like a Western dragon, baring my fangs and claws, wanting to burn everything. Later I realized that at this time, I was at the peak of adolescent turmoil. Every time I got tired from running, I'd reach the foot of the mountain, where there was a farm. They grew oats for livestock; I didn't know who grew them. Anyway, the sheepfold next to this farm didn't look like it had been built long ago. Every time I came here, I would go inside and sit for a while. In the summer, sweating profusely, I was always drawn to the coolness inside. In this shade, I would stand on the kang (a heated brick bed) and masturbate, fantasizing that one day there would be a row of beautiful women naked, their buttocks sticking out on the edge of the kang, and I would be busy running around in front of them. Every time I thought of this, I couldn't help but ejaculate.

When I ran into the kang, panting, before I could even adjust to the darkness, I heard a scream, and then I saw what looked like a flash of white. But it disappeared immediately... When my vision returned, I saw a woman standing on the kang, bent over, holding up her pants, staring straight at me. If it were now, I would definitely think she was a ghost. But at that moment, I so desperately hoped I wasn't mistaken, that it was a woman... We just stood there, neither of us saying anything. I was so nervous that I didn't know what to say.

Maybe she felt the same way. After a while, perhaps because my tense breathing and youthful face relaxed her, she stirred. To my surprise, instead of straightening up and fastening her pants, she pulled them down, saying as she did so, "You scared me to death, I peed in my pants..." What followed proved one thing: my courage was incredibly great. I took a few steps forward as if possessed. As the sunlight streamed in, I saw the woman already pulling down her pants while shifting her legs. A disastrous mistake occurred. Her top was very long, and all I could see were a pair of exceptionally white legs in the dim light, radiating a dazzling light. And then there was her eye roll. I remained silent, my mouth dry from nervousness. As my gaze, ignoring her displeasure, greedily and lewdly sized her up, I heard her call out to me, "Hey, student. Have you looked enough?

If you have, take them out to dry in the sun, and come back in when they're dry." Before I could react, I heard a whoosh. A dark shadow pounced on my face. I frantically pulled it off and clutched it in my hands. I ran away as if my life depended on it. Behind me, there was a soft chuckle.

When I stood in the sunlight and saw the pair of trousers I was holding, I realized what had just happened. Only then did I stop holding my breath and gasp for air. While calming myself, I unfolded the trousers. They felt damp, but I didn't feel disgusted. I looked around and then casually draped the trousers over the exposed rafters under the eaves. Just as I finished, something fell out of the trouser leg. I instinctively reached in and grabbed it. I saw my first pair of women's underwear. White cotton, yellowed, and completely soaked. What I did next surprised me. I pulled up my underwear and saw a clear crease in the narrow strip of cotton fabric at the bottom. There were slight red marks around the crease and some white and pale yellow sticky stuff… What was this???

As I struggled to resist touching it, I instinctively turned around guiltily and saw her peeking out from the doorway. When she saw me turn around, she quickly retreated back inside. In that instant, I saw a flushed face. Trembling, I threw the underwear next to my pants, took a few quick deep breaths, and went inside without hesitation. She stood in the corner of the earthen bed, lost in thought. She didn't say anything when she saw me come in. But I thought I heard her chuckle again, and completely inexperienced, I was bewildered by that laugh. Just as I was about to give up and leave, tormented by this, she spoke. "Are you from around here?" I immediately replied yes. Seeing my expression, she laughed again, saying, "I've never seen you before. Whose family are you?" Being honest, I told her. She laughed even harder, saying, "Oh, so you're XX's son! Weren't you studying at YY? Why are you back?" This conversation made me feel much more relaxed, and I told her why I'd come back. She just grunted in response and then asked how my studies were going. I rambled on, and she seemed quite pleased, saying she'd send her child to high school when they grew up. As she spoke, she took a few steps, and that's when things went wrong. I was talking to her politely when I saw her bare legs dangling in front of me, and I immediately fell silent.

When she realized I was looking at her, she pretended to spit at me, then immediately ran back to the corner and stood there silently. The only sound in the room was my heavy breathing. "You look so handsome, but I didn't expect you to be such a bad person," she said from the corner. A little embarrassed, I turned my head. "How old are you?"

"That's all you wanted? Never seen a woman before?" She berated me relentlessly. I said no! Then I turned to look at her again. In the dim light, I saw her eyes were also fixed on me. I said in a trembling voice, "Could I take a look...?" Hearing this, she started panting. She stood there silently, her breathing becoming rapid. I used all my strength to climb onto the earthen bed, stumbling slightly as I reached out to her. When I stood beside her, I thought I would run away if she made even the slightest sound. But when my trembling hand landed on her smooth leg, what greeted me was a trembling moan. I immediately whispered in her ear, "Please, let me see, just one look." At this moment, she turned and stared at me intently. Then, with a resigned sigh, she said, "Fine, I'll let you off this time, you little rascal." My hands slid relentlessly up her smooth skin until I touched that muddy, damp, and warm spot. I was completely bewildered, like a headless fly, groping her body. I even knelt down between her legs, searching and groping, my hands covered in the fluid flowing from between them. What greeted me was the warm, moist breath from between her slightly parted legs. She breathed heavily and pressed my head between her legs. I didn't know what she was doing, what it meant. But I understood she seemed eager for me to do something for her. I grew impatient too, and I growled in a low voice, "Let me see first, let me see first!" The hands that had been holding me loosened, and then one hand landed on the one I had placed on her buttocks. She pulled my hand, and I followed her to the edge of the kang (heated brick bed). Without a word, she took off her shirt and spread it on the edge of the kang. While unbuttoning her shirt, she sat on it. Once the buttons were off, she reached behind her back, unhooked her bra, and pulled it out, placing it aside. She leaned back slightly, her hands behind her, and sat there facing the door, her legs spread wide. Now, seeing this, she trembled slightly. I jumped off the kang (heated brick bed) and went over. Warm sunlight streamed in through the doorway, and I saw a scene I will never forget.

Behind her was an endless expanse of black. She sat in the center of this darkness, the light from the doorway illuminating her body. I saw her long black hair cascading down her face, her expression somewhat evasive and shy. Her full, white breasts were exposed and flaunted by her open shirt. Further down, a small tuft of dark pubic hair flourished deep within her abdomen. Surrounded by this hair, her brown labia breathed softly between her legs, slightly parted. From the parted opening, I could vaguely see glistening droplets of moisture, their color... a little red... I leaned down. I moved between her legs, staring intently at her slightly parted labia. I was so close, so close that my breath touched her labia. As I watched another stream of clear fluid flow from between her labia, she suddenly sat up, grabbed my head with both hands, and pressed it against her vulva. As I struggled slightly, I heard her panting and moaning in my ear, "Lick, lick it for me, hurry! After you're done, you'll have a good look." She moaned as she thrust her genitals forward, my mouth covering her wet labia. I was unconscious, not caring about the taste or cleanliness. Whatever she said, I did. I opened my mouth and took her labia in. As I did so, I slipped my tongue between her two tender labia. Her body immediately stiffened, and she couldn't help but moan. I frantically sucked on her labia, sucking them out and holding them in my mouth. Her juices flowed in and out of my mouth and between her lips, until I couldn't hold her labia anymore. I gave up because they were too slippery. I started licking her labia and used my tongue to separate them and insert it into her vagina. My mouth was full of her juices, and I was lost in the soft, smooth sensation between my lips. At this moment, she started moaning desperately, but I couldn't hear what she was saying. I just felt that she seemed to be enjoying it. As I continued to lick her, she sat up and pulled me up, starting to unbuckle my belt. I also started to take off my t-shirt. When I was naked and standing between her legs, she grabbed my penis and pulled me over, rubbing it up and down on her wet labia a few times. Then she put one arm around my buttocks and pushed my penis into her vagina. An unprecedented pleasure immediately overwhelmed me. Her vagina was warm and pulsating, enveloping my penis. I stood motionless between her legs. Just as she eagerly grabbed my buttocks and shoved me a few times, I was overwhelmed by the softness of her breasts against my chest and the warm, wet embrace of her vagina. I thrust forward forcefully, pressing the head of my penis deep into her vagina. As her vagina gripped my penis and writhed, I let out a low growl and ejaculated. Streams of semen gushed powerfully into her vagina with each tremor. As my penis swelled and ejaculated, she pressed her body tightly against mine, her legs wrapped around my waist, desperately contracting her vagina and sucking my penis. As I released the last spurt of semen, she squeezed my penis tightly, threw her head back, and screamed, "Ah!!!"

We held each other, panting. She sat on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed) with her legs wide apart, while I stood below, my penis between hers. I ejaculated so violently that I was trembling on the ground. As my trembling traveled from my penis into her vagina, I heard her chuckle softly. When I tried to say something, she lifted her head from my chest, struggled, and put her tongue in my mouth. I sucked on it desperately, oblivious to everything else. We kissed like that for a long time until my penis slipped out of her vagina. I stepped back, leaving her lips. Looking down, I saw her spread her legs and place them on the edge of the kang. I saw the white semen slowly flowing from her vagina, settling between her labia. As I stared at this, she asked, "Was it good?" I immediately nodded and looked away. She smiled smugly and said, "Want something even better?" I asked, "What?" She jumped off the kang (a heated brick bed), squatted down in front of me, picked up my limp penis, looked up at me, and said, "I'll give you a blowjob too." She then took my penis into her mouth. I went numb; I felt like my body consisted only of my penis. There were still traces of white semen on my penis. She sucked on it, spitting out a mouthful of saliva each time, doing this several times. Then she held my penis in her mouth, wrapping it with her tongue, and never spitting it out. I was driven almost insane by the pleasure. While sucking, she stammered, "I didn't expect you to be so young, but your penis is so well-developed. I can't even hold it all." Hearing this, my penis hardened again. I grabbed her head and thrust it into her mouth, thinking I'd just ejaculate like that. But she struggled free, let go, and I climbed onto the edge of the kang, lay down, spread my legs wide, and shouted, "Fuck me! Come on!" I pounced on her, and before she could grab me, I guided my thick penis to her vagina and thrust it in. With a soft "oh," I grabbed her legs and started pounding into her relentlessly. It was a bit rough, and she struggled, lifting her body and crying out, "My little rascal, be gentle, be gentle!" But under my thrusting, she slowly went limp and began to moan. I watched my penis, coated with a white, sticky substance, slide in and out of her vagina. I lay on top of her, squeezing her breasts and twisting her nipples until she was too weak to moan anymore, then I thrust deep inside her and ejaculated…

As we rested, preparing for the next round, I asked her what she was doing there. She said she came to see the oatmeal. We'd done it countless times in the house that day; by the end, she said her labia were swollen. When we parted, I was reluctant to leave and asked if she'd come again tomorrow. She looked at me carefully for a long time before saying yes! She told me to wait for her. She also said she hoped I wouldn't hate her in the future! I said, "How could that be? I thought her silhouette was beautiful in the sunset..."

That summer, I never saw her again. Now, thinking back, I can't even remember what she looked like, or whether she was pretty or not. But I still remember every detail of that day. Ten years later, when I went back to my hometown, I specifically went to see that house. It was dilapidated. They no longer grew oats. After standing there for a long time, I picked up a twig and carved three words deep into the mud wall: "Thank you!" along with the date. As I left, I thought, when she sees this, she'll probably be very old.

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