The girl selling eggs

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"Hey customer, come buy some eggs! 10 for only 50 NTD!"
I've been watching her for a while now.
Every morning, on my way to work by MRT at Dingxi Station, I always
see her carrying a basket of eggs, struggling to sell them.
Looking closer, her tied-up hair reveals a beautifully curved oval face, large eyes, delicate
eyebrows, and skin as white as the eggs in her basket.
The Xizhou Market in the morning is like a giant furnace; just walking through it makes you sweat. The girl seems
unfazed by the heat; her face is covered in sweat, glistening beads of perspiration running down her cheeks to her chin, then
slowly dripping onto the eggs in her basket.
She's so beautiful. In this bustling traditional market, she's like a lotus flower in the mud, standing tall and proud in
this dirty world.
If it weren't for the basket of eggs in front of her, anyone who saw her would probably think she was just a wealthy young lady
passing by the market.
"Come on, take your time choosing, 10 eggs for only 50 yuan!"
Her silvery voice, piercing the clamor of middle-aged women haggling, echoed through the Xizhou Market.
Who was she? Why was she, so young, selling eggs at the market?
A girl as beautiful and refined as her should be lying on a pink bed, adorned with velvet
cushions, comfortably enjoying the air conditioning, being served by a man.
On my 365th time passing by her, I finally couldn't resist stopping in front of her, pretending
to pick out eggs.
"How much are these eggs?" I asked.
"50 yuan for 10!" she said in a practiced tone.
"What if I only buy one?
" "One for 10 yuan."
"That's too much of a difference!" I exclaimed, "You're a swindler!"
"Small business, just making a profit," she laughed. "Here, how about I give you an egg? Go home and try it, and if you like it,
come back and buy more."
"Really? You're giving it to me?"
"The eggs I sell are delicious," she said. "They're different from ordinary eggs; you'll know once you try them."
Holding the egg from her slender hand, I walked dejectedly towards the MRT station.
On my way to work on the MRT, I held that egg
in my hand the whole time. I held it gently, as if protecting a precious item, afraid of accidentally
breaking .
What should I do with this egg? I placed it next to my desk, my mind racing.
At lunchtime, I put the egg into boiling water to make a hard-boiled egg. I gently peeled off the shell, took
a bite, and was shocked!
This egg… had no yolk!
Yes, it was an egg without a yolk; the entire egg was full of egg white,
with —truly a very special egg!
From
that day on, every day on my way to work, I would stop by her stall on my way to Xizhou Market and buy an
egg from her.
Although buying 10 at a time would be more cost-effective, I couldn't eat that many for lunch, and besides, I had a strong liking for
the girl , so every day I would spend 10 yuan on those ridiculously expensive eggs.
Because of this, I had more opportunities to observe her appearance more closely.
Her skin was so white and delicate, her face, without any makeup, was smooth and flawless, like a
delicate eggshell.
Looking down, the neckline of her tight white t-shirt was very low, and I could vaguely see her soft, white breasts
, which were large and protruding forward.
Further down was her curvaceous waist, and her loose shorts couldn't hide the curves of her buttocks, below which were slender,
fair thighs.
She was unbelievably beautiful, completely arousing my male sexual desire.
Online dating articles all say that the best way to get to know a girl who sells things is to buy the same thing at the same time
every day .
After a month, she finally recognized me. Every day, when she saw me walk up to her stall, she would immediately hand me an egg
without saying a word , then smile and take the change.
An unspoken understanding had formed between us.
However… who exactly was she? Why was she working so hard selling eggs at the market? My
doubts grew deeper, but I never had the courage to ask.
*****
That day, I finally mustered the courage to take that difficult first step.
“Your eggs are delicious,” I said.
“Really?” she said. “They’re delicious, right? My customers all say that, they love them after just one bite.”
“Why don’t these eggs have yolks?”
“That’s hard to explain,” she said. “Actually, these aren’t eggs.”
“Not eggs?” I was secretly surprised. “Then what kind of eggs are they, goose eggs, duck eggs?”
“None of those.” She smiled and said, “Just eat them, don’t ask so many questions.”
A few more days passed.
“I really want to be friends with you,” I stammered, wiping the sweat from my forehead.
“Ah…”
“N-nothing…” I didn’t dare look her in the eye. "I'm sorry."
"We can be friends."
"Huh?"
"Where do you work?
" "Taipei City Government."
"Wow, that's impressive!"
"Just a low-level employee," I said. "A civil servant with a fixed salary, nothing special
."
"It's really great," she said with a smile. "With the economy so bad right now, being a civil servant is good."
Before I knew it, we were chatting. We exchanged names; she had a beautiful
name , just like her—elegant and refined.
Every day on my way to work, I would stop by her stall to buy eggs and chat with her for a bit.
Gradually, a faint feeling of affection developed between us.
This… this is probably… the feeling of being in love.
*****
Then, what I had been waiting for happened suddenly, like a gas explosion.
It was Sunday. She sold her eggs until noon, and after the crowds dispersed, she packed up her stall and took me
to her home.
She lived alone in a small apartment; the furniture was simple but very clean.
"You…"
"You…"
Without a word, our desire
ignited .
We held each other tightly, greedily sucking on each other's lips.
The air conditioning hadn't even cooled down yet, and we were both covered in the sweat we'd brought back from the market. I kissed
her cheeks, traces of hair around her ears, and inhaled the rich, youthful fragrance emanating from her. She
was drenched in fragrant sweat, looking like a lotus emerging from water, breathtakingly beautiful.
We began to remove our restraints.
Finally, I saw her naked body.
Her shoulders were a little too broad, not the petite figure I'd always imagined. Below her sexy collarbone were C-cup
breasts, shaped like mountain peaks, standing tall and proud, with slightly large nipples and dark areolas.
Further down, her abdomen and waist were flat, her buttocks a little too large, but her thighs were slender and long
, an unbelievably beautiful pair of legs, interspersed with sparse, fine pubic hair.
Overall, her body wasn't as perfect as I'd imagined, but as the saying goes, a
pretty face makes everything else seem better.
Seeing this beautiful woman, completely naked before me, my penis was already swollen and hard,
pointing upwards.
I pushed her down onto the bed, eagerly and passionately sucking on every part of her body. I kissed her
neck, her breasts, kneading them with my hands, my mouth continuing downwards, finally stopping at
her crotch.
Her genitals had sparse, dark hair, but her labia minora were a tender pink.
I finally couldn't resist, holding my penis, and forcefully entered her body.
"Ah..." A groan, both painful and pleasurable, escaped her lips.
I felt a warm mass envelop my glans, the sticky, soft vaginal walls caressing my penis, and
I thrust deeper and deeper.
She wrapped her arms around my neck, her large eyes half-closed as she looked at me, her body eagerly responding to me.
Using an egg as a metaphor, I finally peeled open her shell and tasted her smooth, white body.
The pleasure of our joined bodies overwhelmed me, her fragrance teased me, and I
became , thrusting into her depths again and again.
"Ah, ah, ah, ah," she moaned rhythmically with each thrust.
The air conditioning wasn't cold enough; our sweat mingled, flowing down her body's curves to her
genitals . We were both sticky, using every nerve ending to feel
every touch of each other's flesh.
I fucked her hard, and after about 20 minutes, we changed positions. I switched to the doggy style
, fucking her ass from behind.
"Slap, slap, slap,"
her ass was big and elastic, my thighs slapping against it, making rhythmic sounds that blended with
her moans, creating a lewd symphony.
After about 15 more minutes, we switched back to the missionary position. I held her tightly, my lower body thrusting
wildly forward, churning her vagina again and again.
"Ah, ahhh, ahhh..."
She suddenly arched her upper body, her legs clamping tightly around my buttocks, her eyes glazed over. Her lower abdomen contracted
violently , her mouth half-open, unable to make a sound.
Yes, I had brought her to orgasm! And I hadn't even felt the urge to ejaculate yet.
Suddenly, just then!
I felt...
my glans touched "something." Inside her vagina, there was something hard, and it was
gradually emerging!
How could there be something hard inside her vagina?
I felt something was wrong, so I probed again with the glans. Yes, there was indeed
something and it was even shallower than before.
Instantly, I was completely confused. Had she inserted a sex toy into her vagina?
I withdrew my penis, and she was still in the throes of orgasm, her hands gripping the sheets tightly, her lower body
twisting violently.
Then, I saw it.
An egg squeezed out of her vagina.
With a "plop," the egg slipped out of her vagina and fell onto the bed.
"Fuck you!" I yelled, "You put an egg in your vagina!"
"Ugh..." she groaned incoherently, seemingly still recovering from her orgasm.
"Explain yourself!" I roared, lost in my own world, "Why is there an egg in your vagina?"
Her body writhed again, then she picked up the wet egg and laughed.
"I laid it."
"What a little devil!"
"This egg," she said with a smile, "I laid it."
"You can lay eggs?" I couldn't believe what I'd just heard.
"Whenever I orgasm, an egg comes out of my vagina." She laughed happily, "Maybe
my uterus is a little different from other girls'."
"Damn!" I roared, "Could it be... those eggs you usually sell..."
"They all come from my vagina," she said matter-of-factly.
In an instant, I felt dizzy. So what I was eating every day wasn't eggs,
but her secretions!
"Why does your uterus lay eggs?"
"I don't know," she pouted. "Maybe it's a genetic mutation."
"That's an evolutionary regression!" I roared. "Mammalia have evolved from oviparous to viviparous, but
you've regressed to the oviparous era! It's unbelievable! Luckily you met me. If you
met someone from Academia Sinica, they'd probably arrest you and dissect you!"
"What's there to study?" she tilted her head. "I lay eggs every time I orgasm. It
's normal for me. Look, I've laid so many!"
She opened a cupboard, which was full of eggs!
"My God, you laid so many eggs!"
"I masturbate often," she said casually. "Masturbation feels good!"
"My God, are you a chicken?"
"You're the duck!"
She angrily threw the egg in her hand at my face. The shell burst open on my face, and the egg white splattered all over me.
She probably thought I was calling her a prostitute.
I stuck out my tongue and licked it. Hmm, it's salty with a hint of bitterness. It tastes better cooked.
"Since you're here, why don't you stay for lunch?"
After she finished speaking, she went into the kitchen and prepared a table full of dishes: steamed eggs, three-color eggs, shrimp and egg stir-fry, egg drop soup
, and omelet rice.
"These are all made with eggs I laid!" she said with a smile.
*****
From that day on, I went to her house every day, made love to her, and watched her lay eggs from her vagina.
Then, I ate omelet rice made from eggs composed of her secretions.
(The End)

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