[Urban] A Life in Beijing (Complete) - Part 1

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Synopsis:

Beijing, oh Beijing, how many people silently yearn

for a belief burning in their hearts?

No crying, no tears, no uttering a sound about the pain.

Making it in Beijing isn't so simple.

Chapter 1:

Beijing, the capital, the city of dreams, the city of power, the city of greed and debauchery. In this metropolis where spring tides surge, the sons of officials and businessmen like Zhen Ying thrive, enjoying all the pleasures of life. But how many poor, grassroots second-generation individuals, seeking fame through their ideals, struggle for a living in this city? Whether their ideals are ultimately realized or not, all that remains are wounds.

This isn't an inspirational story, but rather a tale of gains and losses.

It's been almost 10 years. That September, the autumn air was crisp and clear. In a second-rate university in Beijing, the students, like grasshoppers in autumn, enjoyed the last moments of happiness in their lives. Senior year was practically devoid of classes, and even when there were, no one attended. From the moment they arrived at this school four years ago, it was all for a diploma—the most basic guarantee the school gave them for paying to waste four years of their lives. In the days to come, these students will pay a heavy price for wasting their time.

Cao Shan, a handsome young man, a handsome young man without ambition. Born into a well-off family in a small town, he was spoiled by his parents and lacked nothing, making him simple-minded and indecisive, his heart as still as water and his mind unlearned. The

sun was setting, and the last rays of its afterglow cast their last warmth on the earth, reflecting long shadows on the fallen leaves and the people walking. Cao Shan and Zhang Ning walked side by side. Cao Shan was 1.69 meters tall, and Zhang Ning was even taller than him. Perhaps because of his height, Cao Shan liked tall girls.

The gentle autumn breeze lifted Zhang Ning's smooth long hair and the hem of her long skirt, her fair ankles above her sneakers appearing and disappearing with the fluttering skirt. Her semi-tight long-sleeved t-shirt accentuated her full bust. Her classmates said she looked a lot like Leon Lai's girlfriend, Gaile Lok, with the same good looks and figure. However, having trained in sports since childhood, she didn't consider herself a beauty. Her independent nature made her uncomfortable being a clingy, dependent woman. Cao Shan always felt that Zhang Ning wasn't as affectionate and clingy as other classmates.

Although Zhang Ning was already his girlfriend, she always seemed aloof. However, Cao Shan was very satisfied with his girlfriend because she had a great figure and was tall. The only flaws were that her calves, although long and white, were a bit thick—a common flaw among athletes. Also, Zhang Ning's buttocks were a little small. Cao Shan liked girls with big buttocks; the mature look of a pert bottom fascinated him, but Zhang Ning didn't have that.

"Cao Shan, graduation is coming soon. What are your plans? Go home or stay in Beijing?" Zhang Ning flicked a strand of hair in front of her face with her fingertips, looking down at her shadow, and said quietly.

"I don't know. I'm fine with anywhere. What about you?" Cao Shan looked at Zhang Ning and said.

"I don't know either. Going home would be better, since I have relatives and friends to help," Zhang Ning said, playing with her hair wrapped around her hand.

“I want to stay in Beijing. There are more opportunities, and I can earn more than if I went back home. Look, I’ll find a design job, which will pay 5,000 or 6,000 a month. You can find a clerical job, which will pay 3,000 or 4,000 a month. Together we’ll have 10,000 a month. We can rent a place a little further away, which will cost 1,000 a month. We’ll still have 9,000 left. If we spend 4,000 freely and save 5,000, we can save 60,000 a year. In two or three years, we can save enough for a down payment. If the mortgage payment is 2,000 a month, we can spend less and save 5,000 a month. In another two years, we can buy a car. Isn’t that great?” Cao Shan looked at his tall girlfriend, dreaming happily.

“Hmph, you’ve calculated it quite clearly. Where would we earn that much money?” Zhang Ning felt that Cao Shan’s calculations were somewhat unrealistic.

“I asked our seniors, and they said it’s really easy to make money in Beijing. Some of their internships pay several thousand a month.”

Cao Shan and Zhang Ning strolled slowly around the track, enjoying the last warm moments of their campus life.

“Hey, you two are strolling around,” said Cao Shan’s roommate, Hou Jianguo. Hou Jianguo was a year older than Cao Shan, from a rural area in western Hunan. He was lean, about 1.8 meters tall, tall and thin, but not weak; he was quite sturdy.

He was a sports student in their class, good at long-distance running. Zhang Ning was also a sports student, on the swimming team, and the two got along well.

It was said that Hou Jianguo had pursued her, but Zhang Ning wasn’t interested in this tall, dark-skinned, not handsome or cool, country boy and rejected him. Hou Jianguo and Cao Shan were roommates, and Cao Shan took advantage of the situation. Cao Shan loved music and formed a band at school, serving as the lead singer. They were always a regular performer at school parties. Although Cao Shan was a bit short, he was good-looking—not just handsome, but even beautiful—and a rock 'n' roll guy, exactly the type of girl. Many girls had a crush on Cao Shan, so when he confessed his feelings to Zhang Ning, she quickly accepted.

"Old Liu, you look like a drowned rat! Just finished playing basketball?" Looking at Hou Jianguo, who was completely soaked from head to toe, he must have showered after playing.

"Yeah, every game is precious. By the way, graduation is coming soon. What are you two thinking? Don't break them up! I'm rooting for you!" Hou Jianguo said, making a gun-like gesture with his hands, which he thought was funny but was actually quite corny.

"I want to stay in Beijing. Zhang Ning, she hasn't decided yet," Cao Shan said.

“By the way, Cao Shan, why don’t you go to the job fair this weekend? The early bird catches the worm. I found my job at a job fair half a year ago,” Hou Jianguo said.

“Heh, kid, not bad, the early bird catches the worm!” Cao Shan often cursed without using any swear words, and Hou Jianguo was used to it, scratching his head with a silly grin.

“You, don’t come shopping with me this weekend, go to the job fair too. Okay?” Zhang Ning was quite worried for Cao Shan after hearing that Hou Jianguo had already found a job. She knew that Cao Shan’s family was relatively well-off, with a good monthly allowance. His family knew he was going to Beijing and even sent him more than 6,000 yuan, so he had no worries about food and clothing. But Zhang Ning also knew that Cao Shan was a bit of a playboy, unwilling to endure hardship, naive, and not good at communicating with strangers. She didn’t really approve of Cao Shan’s decision.

"No problem, no problem. I've already done my research. Finding a job in Beijing is easy. Besides, we just graduated, so our starting point is low. If the good ones don't want us, we'll start with the bad ones. We can make money anywhere," Cao Shan said casually, then repeated his aspirations to Hou Jianguo.

"Zhang Ning, your Cao Shan is always an optimist. But as far as I know, jobs aren't that easy to find these days. You'd better be mentally prepared. Okay, I won't be a third wheel anymore, bye-bye," Hou Jianguo said, dribbling his basketball as he left.

Wearing their graduation gowns and taking graduation photos marked the end of four years of study for these students. These carefree, ivory tower adults were no longer students, but were now part of the mainstream society, becoming glorious unemployed youth.

Students from all over the country began to leave. Their temporary ID cards, obtained four years ago in Beijing, expired and became invalid; they no longer belonged to the city. Four years had been an unforgettable honeymoon period with this political, economic, and cultural center of China, and now it was time to say goodbye. Students who planned to stay in Beijing volunteered to see Zhang Ning off, their reward being leftover bedding, pots and pans, small appliances, and other personal belongings—items that would become their first personal assets after becoming independent.

Zhang Ning ultimately chose to go home. On the night before her departure, Cao Shan invited Zhang Ning to a small grove on the west side of the school, where they shared a passionate farewell kiss.

"Ning, I love you, I love you," Cao Shan said emotionally, holding Zhang Ning tightly around the slender waist.

"Shan, I love you too," Zhang Ning replied, her eyes already brimming with tears.

Cao Shan's hand gently lifted Zhang Ning's lower back and slipped inside her short shirt, unhooking her bra. His hand then slowly slid forward, grasping Zhang Ning's pair of snow-white, full breasts. Zhang Ning was over 1.7 meters tall, with a slender figure. Due to her swimming training, she had a slightly apple-shaped body, and her skin was flawless. Zhang Ning had broad shoulders and narrow hips, appearing very slim, but her two breasts were undeniably impressive, full and firm. Although her physical education teacher had said that her overly large breasts would be a burden on her swimming performance, they were Cao Shan's favorite feature.

When he first fell for Zhang Ning, besides her tall figure and striking appearance resembling Gaile Lok, it was her ample breasts that attracted him most. Cao Shan even rejected another girl who was taller, slightly plump, and had a large bottom, choosing Zhang Ning instead—all because of those beautiful breasts.

Cao Shan leaned against a tree, then slid down the slope and sat on the grass. Zhang Ning leaned against him, her head tilted back, her long chestnut hair cascading down, as they passionately kissed. Her snow-white V-neck blouse was already lifted, one hand grasping Zhang Ning's full, white breasts, the other caressing her smooth abdomen.

The bright moonlight filtered through the branches, casting dappled light on Zhang Ning's fair skin, making her look like a moon goddess. Cao Shan's hand slowly slid down, slipping inside Zhang Ning's pants. His hand touched Zhang Ning's pubic mound, which was like a small, hairy hill. His middle and index fingers slipped into the fluffy pubic hair, revealing the tender, soft base of the mound—a warm, delicate slit. Cao Shan's heart pounded.

"No..." Just as Cao Shan was about to explore further, Zhang Ning grabbed his wrist.

"Let me touch it, okay?" Cao Shan's hand reached down forcefully, but Zhang Ning was also resisting.

"It's so embarrassing, I, I," Zhang Ning's fair face flushed red like an apple.

"Just once, just once, okay?" Cao Shan insisted repeatedly, and Zhang Ning finally let go.

Cao Shan's hand touched the girl's most private part for the first time, and it was truly like paradise on earth. The skin on her full breasts was more delicate than anywhere else, and the fluffy pubic hair felt soft and wonderful against his hand. Zhang Ning was a tall girl with a larger frame than most girls, and her jeans were tight-fitting. Cao Shan's hand was about to explore further, but it got stuck. He released his grip on her white breasts and gently unzipped Zhang Ning's pants.

With his hand free, Zhang Ning slightly opened her legs, and Cao Shan's hand slid down, finally touching his girlfriend's private parts! It was so warm and moist there. He touched the tender flesh between Zhang Ning's legs, a hundred times more tender than her mons pubis. At the base of her thighs were two shy, delicate labia, incredibly tender, like the flesh of a scallop. He even wanted to take a bite.

Cao Shan was a fervent fan of adult films. Although he had never tasted a woman's flesh, he believed he had mastered superb techniques. He slowly manipulated Zhang Ning's vulva with his slender fingers, sometimes kneading, sometimes touching. Zhang Ning's breathing became more and more rapid, and her slender, delicate hands gripped Cao Shan's clothes tightly. Cao Shan smiled secretly, extended his middle finger, parted Zhang Ning's tightly pressed labia, and slowly inserted his finger.

"Ah... um..." Zhang Ning let out a soul-stirring moan. Her long, beautiful legs were already spread wide, and her pants were pulled down to her buttocks. Zhang Ning's body was already half-naked. Under the moonlight, her tall and beautiful naked body was as white and smooth as jade. Her two undulating breasts, her smooth, fat-free abdomen, and the black dot on her white hips all projected a pure and innocent sensuality, a budding allure.

Cao Shan's techniques learned from pornographic films finally came in handy. He inserted a finger and could feel the elastic, lingering tightness of Zhang Ning's vagina, and the wetness of her secreted love juice due to excitement. Cao Shan lowered his head, looking at Zhang Ning, whose eyes were glazed and whose sexy, full lips were slightly parted, and kissed her passionately.

His tongue swirled like a snake in Zhang Ning's mouth, one hand grasped the full, large breasts that satisfied him, and the other hand was gently squeezed by Zhang Ning's tight, moist vulva. Zhang Ning was also deeply intoxicated by the pleasure her boyfriend was giving her. Her slender arms gently rested on Cao Shan's thighs, and her delicate hands unzipped his pants, pulling out his penis and playing with it. This was the second time she had touched Cao Shan's penis, but like the first time, she was intimidated by its enormous size.

The two young lovers, like dry wood meeting a raging fire, passionately stimulated each other in the deep mountain forest at night, both anticipating the long-awaited moment. After that step, they would be true lovers, inseparable. Even if Zhang Ning went to the ends of the earth, she would remember Cao Shan for the rest of her life; he wanted to be her first man!

"Ning, give it to me, okay?" Cao Shan's fingers, already wet between Zhang Ning's legs, knew his girlfriend also longed for that moment.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Ning didn't offer herself to him; instead, she withdrew her hand, gently pulling his hand away from between her legs. "No, I don't want to," Zhang Ning said, her head bowed.

"Zhang Ning! We've known each other for so long, are you going to wait any longer?" Cao Shan was stopped, his penis still dangling outside. He had thought it would be a natural thing to do, much more so than before, but it still didn't work, which frustrated him.

"I... it's not that I don't want to, it's just that I feel it's not the right time," Zhang Ning said softly.

"I know, you don't consider me someone you can entrust yourself to yet!" Cao Shan shoved his penis back into his pants in frustration, not wanting it to be so embarrassing outside, and muttered in annoyance.

"No, Cao Shan, believe me, I just don't like being in this environment. When that day comes, I will definitely give it to you," Zhang Ning raised her head, brushed aside the hair that had been covering her forehead, and her big eyes were filled with tears again.

Cao Shan was also moved, and once again hugged his girlfriend who was about to leave tightly. He secretly comforted himself, although he hadn't been able to fuck Zhang Ning's tender pussy, he had at least touched it, so it wasn't in vain that he was a Kobe fan.

Higher up in the distance, behind a tree, hid a tall, thin man. His messy curly hair was blown even more wildly by the mountain wind, and a pair of small, mischievous eyes gleamed with excitement behind his glasses. He muttered softly, "Zhang Ning, you're so damn fair-skinned."

Chapter 2

On the West Railway Station platform, Cao Shan leaned against the train window, looking longingly at his girlfriend who was about to leave. "Zhang Ning, if going home isn't possible, come back. I'll work hard in Beijing, and I'll support you. Remember, there are plenty of opportunities in Beijing."

"Yeah, Cao Shan, graduation isn't like school. Don't act like a spoiled child. I... I'll cherish the time we spend together; these are my most beautiful memories." Thinking of parting with her boyfriend of three years, Zhang Ning's eyes welled up with tears. Cao Shan was her first love.

"Zhang Ning, I... I'll definitely work hard and wait for you to come back, really, I'm not lying to you!!" Cao Shan bit his lip to stop the tears from falling, but his eyes were already red.

"Mmm..." Zhang Ning bit her full lips, letting tears stream down her large, watery eyes.

Hou Jianguo, standing nearby, was also moved by his friend, taking off his glasses and wiping away his tears.

Parting is inevitable, especially for a train that departs on time. With a whistle, the train carrying Cao Shan's beloved girlfriend disappeared into the distance. Watching the red, white, and blue carriage recede into the distance, he could no longer control himself and burst into heartbroken sobs. This drew stares from those around him. After

seeing Zhang Ning off, Cao Shan was left alone to struggle in this familiar yet unfamiliar city.

Reality shattered all of Cao Shan's confidence. Finding a job was a hundred times harder than he had imagined. Not to mention the formidable competitors from prestigious universities vying for his services during graduation season, employers repeatedly pushed him to the brink with just the four words "work experience."

Life there was far from perfect, as Cao Shan had imagined. Not only him, but even Hou Jianguo, who had found a job, could only afford to rent a room near the school, a place reserved for migrant workers. Without a job, Cao Shan could only stay at the school, sleeping all day, eating in the cafeteria, and occasionally playing basketball or playing the piano with the younger students who stayed on campus for the summer. He managed to get by, albeit passively.

But this didn't last long. More than a month passed, and school was about to start. He, a graduate no longer belonging to the school, was ruthlessly evicted.

Cao Shan found Hou Jianguo and learned that several other graduates from the same school were also living in his rented room. That weekend, Hou Jianguo borrowed a tricycle from the landlord and took Cao Shan and all his belongings to his first home in Beijing.

This "home" was far too shabby. This is a two-story dormitory building built next to a vegetable market not far from the school. It's made of red bricks, with two rows of rooms connected by a cement staircase. The corridor outside the rooms has green-painted iron pipe railings. The building is dilapidated and looks over 20 years old. It's said that it used to be staff dormitories for a certain unit, but later the area became a vegetable market. This abandoned building was repurposed as rental housing. Besides out-of-town vegetable vendors, it also became a place for recent graduates to stay—for one simple reason: it's cheap.

However, the cheapness is accompanied by a dirty and chaotic environment.

Not only is the old electrical wiring frequently causing power outages due to tenants using electric stoves, but the ground in front of the building turns into a pond after rain. The migrant workers are mostly from rural areas who come to Beijing to make a living and have no concept of environmental protection. Littering is their most basic way of life. Every day, a bunch of ugly old women chatter in incomprehensible languages, a bunch of dirty little kids run around in the corridors, and the men drink heavily and beat their wives. Dirty, messy, and noisy.

Cao Shan sat on his tricycle, carrying about a dozen quilts he'd collected from his classmates, along with pots and pans, and his Fender Telecaster guitar, which he'd bought for 7,000 yuan.

The tricycle's cheap motor was incredibly noisy. Hou Jianguo, bent over and holding the handlebars, tilted his head and said, "Cao Shan, the good news is you're really lucky, there's only one room left in my place. The bad news is your room is right next to the toilet." (Advertisement break: Still relying on your hands? How can you possibly enjoy that? Forum reputation guaranteed! Healthy anti-premature ejaculation masturbation exerciser, real oral sex pleasure experience, hot recommendation! Maintain the feeling of ejaculation for 30 minutes, so pleasurable you'll faint! Fully automated masturbation with 12 different sex positions and vibration frequencies. Click to enter.)

"Damn, listening to you talk about that lousy place, even if it's not next to the toilet, it must smell bad, right?" I felt extremely disappointed, like an outcast of society.

“Just make do for now, we’ll move once we find a job. Hold on tight!” Hou Jianguo said, taking a deep drag on his cigarette. He twisted the accelerator sharply, and a plume of smoke billowed from the back of the tricycle, carrying the acrid smell of burning gasoline and engine oil. The broken engine roared like a shrew, but the vehicle continued to move slowly. When

they arrived at their destination, the tricycle bounced and lurched across the ground before stopping in front of a dilapidated building. A group of rural women stared at Cao Shan as if he were an alien. Standing at the top of the stairs was a shirtless boy, his classmate and graduate, Cui Haibo.

“Cao Shan, welcome to the Slum Manor! We’ll be neighbors now!” Cui Haibo and Hou Jianguo were quite familiar with each other; they were both athletes, with Cui Haibo specializing in sprinting. At school, Cui Haibo and Cao Shan weren't in the same major. Cao Shan was rather boring; several times he went to Hou Jianguo's dorm to find him, but Cao Shan always ignored him. Cui Haibo, on the other hand, was always pretending to be friendly. He'd start with a very enthusiastic greeting, but then fall silent, grinning like a complete idiot, always seeming a bit dim-witted.

Sure enough, after his first polite greeting, Cui Haibo just stood there grinning. Cao Shan forced a smile and said, "Oh, you live here too?"

"Of course! Hou Jianguo found this place. Qu Yan and I were also looking for a place, so we moved in.

The environment is a bit lacking, but at least it's a place to stay, better than some of my classmates living in capsule apartments." Jianguo unloaded Cao Shan's belongings and returned the tricycle. Cao Shan carried his guitar and a net bag containing toiletries, while Cui Haibo picked up Cao Shan's bedding roll.

"What? You and Qu Yan are really together?" Cao Shan, led by Cui Haibo, walked up the dilapidated cement stairs.

"Yeah, graduation's approaching, and she finally agreed. I guess we're both about to enter the workforce, so we want to look out for each other. We both want to try our luck in Beijing, whether we succeed or fail, at least we'll have done our best in our youth. We're living next door to you now. Hou Jianguo told you, right? What's your room? We initially stayed in your room, but then the person in the next room left, and we just moved here. Actually, that room wasn't that bad, it was just next to the toilet, so it smelled a bit."

Cui Haibo smiled as he walked and introduced the place. Cao Shan followed behind him without responding, thinking about how he was going to be living in this run-down building watching over the toilets, he had no interest in chatting.

On the second floor, they turned right, and a long corridor stretched out. A tall girl emerged from a room near the end. She was indeed very tall, easily over 1.8 meters in her wedge sandals. Her thick, long hair was tied back with chopsticks, looking neat despite its messiness. She resembled an Eastern version of Kate Winslet? With thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a large mouth, she was well-proportioned but had a slightly rustic air. Zhang Ning also had big eyes and a large mouth, but her almond-shaped eyes were bright, with long eyelashes and full, playful, cute, and sexy lips. Compared to her, Qu Yan was somewhat less striking. This was Qu Yan.

Qu Yan was on the school volleyball team, 1.79 meters tall, with a fit and healthy physique and fair skin. Her volleyball team called her "Little Wang Yimei." While Qu Yan wasn't quite as pretty as Kate Winslet, she was far more beautiful than Wang Yimei. Perhaps their figures were somewhat similar—large breasts and a large bottom. Qu Yan was wearing a t-shirt; she was taller than Cui Haibo, and the shirt looked quite tight, perhaps even belonging to Cui Haibo. She wore white hot pants, revealing long, strong, and muscular legs. Her thighs were very firm, and her calves were thick and round. She wore size 42 white feet in slightly wedge-heeled flip-flops.

Qu Yan was the tallest girl in Cao Shan's year. Cao Shan, who liked tall girls, had flirted with her, and because of her height, he also accepted her thick, white legs. However, between the tall and strong Qu Yan and the tall, beautiful Zhang Ning, Cao Shan, with his normal aesthetic sense, chose the latter.

"Come on, let me carry some," Qu Yan greeted him with a smile. If she were to help with moving, she could definitely do the work of a man.

"Oh, go downstairs and see what else is there, help Hou Jianguo carry it up," Cui Haibo said, struggling to carry Cao Shan's bedding roll.

Qu Yan smiled and shuffled downstairs in her flip-flops. As she passed Cao Shan, I felt her head slightly lowered, smiling at me, seemingly very happy. Hearing Qu Yan's footsteps as she came down the stairs, I couldn't help but recall Cao Shan going upstairs at school. She had rushed down the stairs in a hurry, and perhaps because she was running too fast, she didn't stop at the corner. This nearly 1.8-meter-tall girl slammed against the stairwell wall with a loud thud, a sound that still resonates with Cao Shan. Qu Yan also seemed a bit simple-minded, a trait that perfectly matched Cui Haibo's.

Led by Cui Haibo, we entered Cao Shan's room.

The room was about 15 square meters, quite large, a wide open space. At the far end was a wooden-framed window. Because it was located in the suburbs, the view outside was of trees, mounds of earth, and grass—nothing like the scenery of Beijing. Since Cui Haibo and Qu Yan had just moved out, the room was relatively clean. Near the window was an old-fashioned double bed with wooden planks. Next to the bed was an old-fashioned wardrobe, horizontally placed against the side, creating a simple inner and outer room. A curtain was drawn across the middle of the room.

Outside, there was an old-fashioned sofa that was practically falling apart. Against the corner by the door sat a shabby computer desk worth no more than 100 yuan, next to which was a simple, creaky iron stool. Opposite the sofa and desk was a five-tiered shoe rack, which was actually a shelf for toiletries, pots, and pans. Cao Shan knew that the landlord had salvaged these items from flea markets and even from junk collectors; they weren't concerned with appearance or quality, just functionality. Most people living here ultimately didn't have much of a refined lifestyle to offer.

Cao Shan took out a pack of Zhongnanhai cigarettes from his pocket and handed them to Hou Jianguo and Cui Haibo. Qu Yan saw this and quickly said, "Cao Shan, don't give Haibo cigarettes. He always coughs. I've told him to quit smoking so many times."

Cui Haibo was quite concerned about his image and said to Qu Yan, "Cao Shan is here. It's okay for him to have a cigarette. By the way, let's chat for a while. Can you help Cao Shan get ready?"

"No, I can't possibly do that. I'll do it myself in a bit," Cao Shan said politely, as he and Cui Haibo weren't very close at school.

Qu Yan didn't stand on ceremony. She bent down, sticking out her large buttocks, picked up her bedding roll, and walked inside, saying, "It's okay, we used to be classmates, now we're neighbors, let's help each other out."

Hou Jianguo sat on the sofa, Cao Shan sat on a stool, and Cui Haibo leaned against the door frame, saying, "Cao Shan, look, this is the men's restroom, next to it is the women's restroom, and next to your room is the water room, which has a water heater, so you can take a shower at night. I live next door to you. The first apartment next to the stairs in the middle is Hou Jianguo's room, and at the end of that side is the kitchen. These ten apartments on the second floor are all pretty good. I heard they all sell small appliances, knock-off phones, and clothes in the market, unlike the first floor which is all dirty with vegetable and meat vendors."

Cao Shan nodded resignedly, saying, "Yeah, not bad, let's settle in first. One day we'll all live in our own apartments."

"That's good about Cao Shan, he's optimistic," Hou Jianguo said with a smile, sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed, smoking a cigarette.

"What optimism? Let's just take it one step at a time," Cao Shan said with a wry smile, flicking his cigarette ash onto the cement floor.

"Cao Shan, come here for a second," Qu Yan, who was making

the bed inside, suddenly called to Cao Shan as they were talking. Cao Shan lifted the curtain, his blood rushing to his head, his lower body throbbing. He saw Qu Yan, her large buttocks raised and her thick, long, white legs spread wide, making the bed for him, in a position resembling the rear-entry position during sex. Qu Yan was wearing tight white hot pants; her large buttocks were larger than his large washbasin, the round flesh stretching the hot pants tightly, revealing not only the panty lines but also the cleft between her buttocks and even the outline of her full vulva.

"Wh-what's wrong?" Cao Shan composed himself and walked to the bedside to ask.

Qu Yan's fair face flushed red as she lowered her head and handed him a bag, asking, "Where do you put this?"

Seeing the bag, Cao Shan wished he could disappear into the ground. This was his bag for storing pornographic DVDs and books. Not only that, but it also contained a recently purchased artificial vagina for masturbation. Qu Yan had seen all of this; it was incredibly embarrassing.

"Oh, give it to me," Cao Shan quickly snatched it and tossed it onto the top of the wardrobe.

Qu Yan, who had been shyly keeping her head down, inadvertently turned around and saw the large tent in Cao Shan's crotch. Her face turned even redder; she knew it must be because Cao Shan had seen her protruding buttocks when he came in. "It's okay, go chat outside, I'll help you clean up," Qu Yan said softly, as gently as if she were talking to her husband, instantly warming Cao Shan's heart.

When he lifted the curtain and saw Cui Haibo, any lingering feelings for Qu Yan were forcibly eradicated.

She was someone else's girlfriend; he couldn't take advantage of her.

That evening, the four of them went to a small restaurant for a hearty meal. Cao Shan wanted to treat, but Hou Jianguo insisted on paying, saying it was a welcome treat for Cao Shan.

During the casual conversation, Cao Shan learned that Hou Jianguo now works at an advertising company in sales. He started as an intern in the second semester of his junior year and has been there for a year and a half. He's doing well, earning nearly 4,000 yuan a month, and recently bought a Motorola 388, a sports car model with a touchscreen, which Cao Shan greatly envied. Cui Haibo and Qu Yan also work at an advertising company, selling telephone directories. Both are salespeople, earning a base salary of 800 yuan each plus commission. This sales job is tough, but the commissions are high; one of their salespeople secured a full-page ad on the inside back cover of next year's directories and earned 10,000 yuan.

They chatted and drank, then ordered a bunch of skewers, not leaving until after 11 pm.

Qu Yan helped Cui Haibo into the house, while Cao Shan opened the door himself, didn't turn on the lights, went straight to the bed, and lay down. Looking out the window at the bright moon and the shade of the trees, listening to the chirping of autumn insects, and gazing at the dilapidated room and old furniture in the moonlight, he thought of himself, a jobless, useless man, barely surviving here. The glory of being secretly admired by girls in school, of singing joyfully on stage—all gone, history.

Starting tomorrow, he would be a humble laborer, seeking a lowly job and earning a meager wage in this bustling city. The idea of a three-year down payment and a five-year car purchase was all nonsense. Now, the most important thing was survival, and after spending all the 6,000 yuan his father had given him, to have the ability to establish himself in Beijing.

Cao Shan turned over, suddenly smelling a faint fragrance on the sheets. It must be Qu Yan's scent. Remembering seeing Qu Yan's large, protruding buttocks when she made his bed that afternoon, Cao Shan's penis instantly hardened.

Just then, he heard rustling sounds from the opposite room—it was Cui Haibo and Qu Yan.

Cui Haibo said, "Qu Yan, come here, let me hug you. Come on, let's do it tonight!"

"Stop it, I'm tired." Qu Yan seemed uninterested.

"What's wrong? You seem quite happy today, is it because Cao Shan came?" Cui Haibo asked.

"Don't talk nonsense, what am I happy about? Besides, what does my happiness have to do with him?" Qu Yan was a little unhappy.

"Come here, what did you call Cao Shan inside this afternoon?" Cui Haibo asked.

"What could he be doing? He had something in his bedding roll, and I asked him where to put it. What else could it be?" Qu Yan said.

"I saw that guy's crotch was pitched when he came out." Cui Haibo chuckled and whispered.

"You're so annoying, letting people hear you," Qu Yan complained.

"How could he? Cao Shan drank so much, he's already asleep. Look at the table, his eyes kept scanning you, his eyes were practically glowing." Cui Haibo said.

"Don't overthink it. Isn't Zhang Ning a million times better than me? Why would Cao Shan even look at me?" Qu Yan said.

"Hmph, when I was pursuing you, you didn't object. Besides, Cao Shan was a star at our school, the band idol. You all idolized him, didn't you? Now look how great it is, your idol is an unemployed youth living next door.

How can you not be happy?" Cui Haibo said.

"That's just me trying to annoy you. Cao Shan was a star at school, with female students from every class idolizing him. Why would he even look at me?" Qu Yan said.

"That's not necessarily true. Things are different now. He's a fallen phoenix, and you're a unique flower. Zhang Yu sang about unrequited love," Cui Jiangtao said with a self-deprecating laugh in a low voice.

"Are you drunk? You're hoping something happens between me and Cao Shan, aren't you?" Qu Yan was a little angry.

"I'm just giving you a heads-up. When you came back just now, you were supporting him the whole time, ignoring me. Am I still your boyfriend?" Cui Haibo was also a little angry.

"Oh, you're jealous? You kept calling him 'brother' at the dinner table. Didn't he drink more than you?" Qu Yan explained. "He was practically burying his face in your chest!! Do you think just anyone can lean on my wife's breasts?!" Cui Haibo said, his tongue thick with slurred speech.

"He was so drunk, what could he do? Cui Haibo, the day we got together, I told you I'm a traditional woman. I've made up my mind about you, so I'm going to be with you. Don't doubt me. As long as you don't change your mind, I'll stay with you, whether we live here or when we're rich. Even if I make a fortune and you're still just a small-time salesman, I'll always love you. Don't overthink it, okay, honey?" Qu Yan coaxed Cui Haibo.

"Wife, I know you're devoted to me and good to me. Honey, I really want to make love to you today, I really want to,"

Cui Haibo started to get all lovey-dovey.

"Don't do that, can't I take it off myself? Wait a minute, don't be in such a hurry, don't hug me, how am I supposed to take off my pants?" Qu Yan said, dodging him.

"Mmm, oh mmm, mmm." Hearing the sound of the bed shaking and hitting the wall, and the sound of the two kissing, they must have been embracing.

"Wife, I want to penetrate you from behind, your ass is so big, so powerful, I guess all men like women with ass as yours," Cui Haibo said, panting heavily.

"You're so annoying. Didn't you say my ass is thick and you can't penetrate deep? I can do it lying down." Qu Yan complained.

"No, I'm in a good mood today, I'm hard, hurry, hurry," Cui Haibo urged.

There was another sound of the bed shaking, and Cao Shan's hand unconsciously reached down to his crotch, pulled out his huge penis, and while stroking it, he thought, the tall and sexy Qu Yan, naked, was already sticking out her big ass with her back to Cui Haibo, just like the position I saw in the afternoon, except she wasn't wearing clothes, damn, that's so fucking awesome.

"Wife, you're so tall. I'm half a head shorter than you. Cao Shan looks like a little chick next to you." Cui Haibo sincerely praised his tall and voluptuous wife.

"Mmm..." With a soft, long moan from Qu Yan, Cao Shan knew that Cui Haibo had penetrated her, holding her large buttocks.

"Mmm...mmm..." Accompanied by the gentle shaking of the bed, Qu Yan moaned softly. Cao Shan knew she was trying to control herself, but even so, it was still exceptionally clear in the quiet night.

"Wife, if you want to moan, just moan. It's okay, everyone's asleep, no one can hear you," Cui Haibo said, panting heavily.

"Husband..." Qu Yan, who was usually quite well-behaved, made him feel a tingling sensation. "A little harder, faster, okay?" Qu Yan was a little unsatisfied.

"I, I, if I go faster, I, I want to ejaculate. I just want to last longer," Cui Haibo said anxiously.

"Mmm, ah...it's so itchy inside. If you do this, like this, the more you thrust, the itchier it gets," Qu Yan said wantonly.

"Hmm..." "Oh, ah, hmm, hmm..." Cui Haibo obviously quickened his pace, the bed shook more and more violently, creaking and groaning, and Qu Yan's moans grew louder and louder, but less than three minutes later, Cui Haibo let out a low growl, followed by silence.

"Wife, I, I, have you come yet?" Cui Haibo asked, sounding exhausted and panting.

"Hmm, husband, you came as soon as I came. You're getting better and better." Qu Yan said sweetly, sounding very satisfied. Cao Shan, stroking his penis, thought to himself that Qu Yan had a very strong sex drive; she came after just a few thrusts, she was very sensitive. If he were to have sex with Qu Yan, he could make her orgasm a dozen or twenty times in one night.

A moment later, he heard the sound of slippers being put on, followed by the sound of a washbasin hitting a shelf. Cui Haibo's bedroom door opened. A person shuffled past Cao Shan's door in slippers and entered the washroom.

Hearing the showerhead turn on and the water gushing, Cao Shan couldn't sleep anymore. His penis was hard, and he wondered if it was Qu Yan or Cui Haibo taking a shower.

Cao Shan got out of bed and found a broken mirror in the corner. Consumed by lust, he treated it like a treasure. He grabbed a broom, wrapped the mirror with tape, and then, holding the wooden handle, pushed open the window and gently held it up to the window next door. There was a plastic shower curtain on the bathroom window. Luckily, the two curtains were a bit small; they were pulled closed in the middle, but a large gap remained near the corner of the window on Cao Shan's side. Cao Shan pressed the mirror against the window and could see a glimpse of what was inside.

It really was a glimpse of what was inside.

Standing under the showerhead was a tall woman with long hair—Qu Yan. Her long hair was loose and wet. She had washed her hair and was applying shower gel. Facing the window, Qu Yan's full-frontal view was completely exposed to Cao Shan.

Qu Yan's skin was also very fair, and Cao Shan longed to pinch her two full breasts. Although they were slightly saggy compared to Zhang Ning's firm breasts, they were still very beautiful.

Qu Yan's abdomen was flat; surprisingly, someone so tall and strong had a slender waist. Cao Shan found her hips more attractive than Zhang Ning's. Zhang Ning's hips were slightly narrower due to swimming, but Qu Yan's were different. Her cinched waist and protruding hips created a perfectly sculpted, vase-like figure, with extremely beautiful curves. The patch of dark pubic hair between her legs, wet with water, made Cao Shan's penis incredibly hard. Her legs were tightly closed. Qu Yan's legs were long, straight, white, and thick.

They were the standard legs of a volleyball player—thick thighs and very thick calves, firm, toned, and rounded.

Cao Shan preferred girls with long legs, and thinner legs were even better, but he also liked Qu Yan's thick legs. Perhaps it was because between those thick legs was the cunt that Cui Haibo had just fucked, the one he wanted to shove his cock into too.

Qu Yan wiped her body and turned around again. Damn, that big ass. Round and fat, the flesh of her buttocks trembled with every little movement of Qu Yan. Those buttocks must be soft and plump. After wiping for a while, Qu Yan bent down and wiped her calves. This time, Cao Shan got a real treat for his eyes. That big, fat ass became even wider, almost as wide as his shoulders, or even wider. At the junction of her buttocks and two thighs, Cao Shan could see Qu Yan's vulva from the angle. It looked very plump, with an elongated, oval protrusion, like a steamed bun with a slit in the middle, and sparse pubic hair growing on the raised mound.

Qu Yan turned on the showerhead and rinsed her body, which was covered in shower gel. Cao Shan saw the nearly 1.8-meter-tall, strong woman bathing naked in the mirror, and his cock was rock hard. Tonight was destined to be a night of climaxes and dramatic events.

Right after Qu Yan finished showering, she started masturbating! Apparently, Gang Haibo hadn't satisfied her at all.

She leaned against the partition wall, one leg raised and placed on a protrusion on the wall, facing the window. Not only was Cao Shan able to see Qu Yan's naked body, but her spread legs and wide-open vulva were completely exposed to him.

Indeed, a large, round cunt that could clench a penis.

Qu Yan rubbed her breasts with one hand, her fingers constantly circling her nipples. Her other hand reached down to her crotch, first rubbing her mons pubis from her vulva to her clitoris with her palm, then back, and then rubbing her clitoris with her fingertips.

As the movements deepened, Qu Yan tried her best to control herself, but still managed to let out soft moans.

"Mmm...oh..." As soft as could be.

Finally, Qu Yan's finger movements became increasingly exaggerated. First, she inserted her middle finger into her vagina and stirred it vigorously, then she inserted her ring finger as well. The two thick mounds of flesh at the entrance of her vagina gripped her fingers like a hot dog, and her fingers were covered in sticky vaginal fluid as she thrust in and out. Finally, Qu Yan, like someone who had drunk too much and was scratching their throat, forcefully dug into her vagina, seemingly trying to release her surging desire.

She used her hand so forcefully that she almost abused her vagina, her palm causing her fingers inside to tremble violently as if she had Parkinson's disease. This would bring her immense pleasure. Sure enough, as her hand frantically thrust in and out of her vagina, Qu Yan tilted her head back and opened her mouth, like a mute trying to scream, her whole body trembling. If she could scream out ecstatically, that would be the most pleasurable experience, but at this moment, she had to control the immense pleasure in her lower body, because she couldn't let Cui Haibo hear her masturbating.

Finally, Qu Yan was trembling all over, her breasts deformed from her own gripping, and her hand, inserted into her genitals, shaking wildly. She suddenly exhaled forcefully, then thrust her body forward, her hips causing her large, fleshy buttocks to twitch rhythmically. She thrust in hard, then pulled out sharply—she urinated. Qu Yan had actually masturbated to the point of orgasm.

After the climax, Qu Yan turned on the showerhead to wash her sweat-drenched body and her dripping genitals, finally releasing the pent-up desire within her. She sighed, thinking of the outwardly strong but inwardly weak Hai Bo. Was this how she was going to live from now on?

Just as Qu Yan finished washing herself and was about to wrap herself in a towel, she seemed to notice a glint of light reflected from the gap in the shower curtain at the foot of the window. It seemed something was watching her, because in Cao Shan's gaze, their eyes had met for a fleeting moment. Qu Yan was momentarily dazed, then turned around, turned off the water, picked up a towel to dry herself, wrapped her tall, slender, and beautiful body in it, and left with the basin.

For that instant, whether it was her eyes or a sixth sense, Qu Yan definitely saw or felt a pair of eyes watching her through the crack in the window behind the shower curtain. She felt very uncomfortable; she knew it was Cao Shan.

The moment she stepped out of the bathroom, she paused for five seconds at Cao Shan's door. Her conservative nature made any man spying on her unforgivable; it was an incredibly sordid act. She even had the urge to confront Cao Shan. But she knew that would only make things worse. What would Cui Haibo think of Cao Shan spying on her? What would Cui Haibo think if Cao Shan revealed that he masturbated in the washroom?

She returned to her room, opened the door, wiped herself down, drank a glass of water, and lay down next to Cui Haibo, who was already snoring loudly.

Chapter 3

Wednesday, Cao Shan went to the job market and submitted several resumes, but felt that none of them had much of a chance. The job market was truly a damn market, crowded with people, a mixture of sweat and the strong breath of early risers. In each cubicle, there sat two or three disheveled recruiters wearing cheap suits, acting all high and mighty with an air of superiority. The company names they gave out sounded impressive, but you could tell at a glance that they weren't good companies.

Cao Shan handed over resume after resume, and the other party usually only asked two questions, "Do you have relevant work experience?"

After receiving a negative answer, it was always, "Okay, we'll call you if we need you. Please go back and wait for our notification." These small companies needed people who had been in the industry for a while, preferably with clients who could generate immediate results. They didn't have the time to mold inexperienced graduates into talents.

Squeezing out of the job market, Cao Shan felt a huge weight lifted off his shoulders, and the air felt much fresher. He had imagined job hunting in a bright, clean, upscale office building, with a beautiful female manager in stylish business attire, perhaps even wearing glasses, sitting down with him for a long talk about his life ideals, the company's development direction, how much the company wanted him, and even how the manager would use her own qualities to gain his favor, making it a condition for him to stay and ultimately offering him a lucrative white-collar job with a monthly salary of tens of thousands. In his

second month, he would call Zhang Ning to ask her to return to Beijing so they could move out of that dilapidated, dirty tenement building and rent a two-bedroom apartment to settle down. But what was reality? He turned around and saw a sea of heads coming and going through the doorway, the place resembling a pigsty or chicken coop. The job seekers were timid and dejected, while the recruiters were arrogant and haughty. A simple supply and demand relationship had divided the two groups of people into two completely different classes. Cao Shan loathed all of this and felt a strong aversion to such job fairs.

He ordered a pancake with two eggs at the entrance and ate it as he walked towards the station. At the station, he saw people waiting for their buses, all dressed in cheap business attire, their clothes crumpled and wrinkled from being jostled, looking dejected and disheveled. Cao Shan was like them, a homeless, superfluous person in this city. But for the sake of ideals, or for survival, they had to squeeze into this vast and complex social machine, even if it meant taking the most menial job. The only difference between Cao Shan and them was that he was wearing a t-shirt and jeans—he didn't have business attire, and had never even considered wearing that damned uniform.

He took three buses before finally returning to his residence. The ground in front of the building was a mixture of sewage, vegetable scraps, and mud. A kind person had laid a row of bricks along the path so his shoes wouldn't get wet. On the concrete steps outside the first floor, groups of two or three elderly women sat, some preparing food, some chatting, their loud laughter occasionally breaking the silence.

"We're in the same predicament, so why are they so happy, while I'm so sorrowful?" Cao Shan asked himself.

He and they weren't the same kind of people. Although they lived under the same roof, they were never the same kind of people, never would be—different experiences, different ideals, different views on life. Cao Shan didn't want to, and didn't need to, join in their joy. He reminded himself to endure hardship and toil.

Cao Shan crossed the brick-lined bridge like an acrobat and went upstairs. This idle man locked himself in his room. He took a nap, waking up close to three o'clock. He played the piano for a while, but it was uninspiring. Cao Shan found he had completely lost his motivation for playing. Back in school, everyone admired boys who could play the piano and liked them. But now? To the elderly women downstairs, his telecaster wasn't as important as a piece of pork or a pot of rice.

People always need entertainment. He reached into the wardrobe, took down the cloth bag he'd thrown there the other day, picked out a pornographic disc, and put it in the CD drive. "Ah...ah...ah..." The female protagonist's seductive, mechanical moans immediately came from the speakers, startling him so much that he quickly turned the volume down. Cao Shan then picked up the artificial vagina, squeezed some lubricant inside, and, stroking his penis, inserted it.

He regretted using this thing the first time. The soft silicone was completely different from what he'd touched Zhang Ning's vagina. He didn't feel anything when his penis went in. He imagined how incredibly pleasurable it would be to insert it into a real woman's cunt.

He imagined how wonderful it would feel to insert it into Qu Yan's plump, round cunt. That night, he felt incredibly good just from inserting his fingers into Zhang Ning's vagina, let alone his penis.

Cao Shan watched porn while holding the artificial vagina, letting the motor inside vibrate. Suddenly, he heard the clatter of high heels in the hallway. In this building, Qu Yan was the only one wearing high heels; despite her considerable height, it was that kind of aura she exuded. For some reason, ever since he'd spied on Qu Yan showering that day, Cao Shan had become somewhat infatuated with her. She was so tall, so fair-skinned, with a large bottom and big breasts. Her legs were a bit thick, but that didn't matter; it was great to hold her. He even regretted not choosing Qu Yan. He had a chance. If he had chosen Qu Yan, at least he could have had a good time with her wide, plump buttocks, instead of relying on this silicone fake pussy for satisfaction.

Qu Yan had become a flower in the heart of the single Cao Shan. In this environment full of rural women, the tall and fit Qu Yan was incredibly beautiful and alluring.

He listened intently, and sure enough, the high heels stopped next door, but there was no sound of the door opening. Suddenly, his own door rang. "Cao Shan, are you home?" It was Qu Yan's voice.

"Oh, yes, yes, yes, wait a minute." Cao Shan was caught off guard. He quickly pulled the silicone vulva off his penis, ignoring the greasy residue, and stuffed it into his underwear. He put the artificial vulva into his cloth bag, turned off the media player, and casually opened his resume on the desktop. Only after tidying up did he open the door.

"Qu Yan, you're back so early today?" Cao Shan said seriously, but he ignored the tent that had sprung up between his legs.

"Oh, I went downstairs to meet a client and came straight back. Look at me, so forgetful, I probably left my keys at the office. Do you mind if I come in and sit for a while?" Qu Yan was wearing low heels, but she still looked a head taller than Cao Shan. She wore a navy blue business suit, which, although large-sized, was almost too tight on her, accentuating her bust and creating a flared silhouette. Her long legs were encased in black stockings, and her thick thighs added to her voluptuous sexiness, leaving Cao Shan momentarily stunned.

"Ah, oh, please come in, please come in." If Qu Yan hadn't coughed lightly, Cao Shan would still be staring at her. Coming to his senses, he quickly ushered her into the house.

Cao Shan's room was messy, and more importantly, it reeked of masculinity. Cao Shan was relatively clean, washing his socks frequently, and his feet didn't smell, but he had a strong masculine odor, a masculine scent mixed with lubricant.

Qu Yan was led to sit on the sofa by Cao Shan. Casually crossing her legs, her white calves, flattened by her knees, were almost thicker than Cao Shan's thighs. Turning her head, Qu Yan saw a black cloth bag on the computer desk beside her. Remembering how Cao Shan had made her bed when he first arrived, she curiously opened the bag and found pornographic DVDs with nude covers, and even a silicone artificial vulva. She knew then how sexually active Cao Shan was, how hard-boiled he was, and how much he needed a woman's touch. Her face flushed again. Cao Shan noticed it too and quickly grabbed it, throwing it onto the bed.

"Coffee or tea?" Cao Shan asked while busy at the shelf.

"Heh, you've got quite a lot to offer. No need for that. Haibo will be back soon. I'll just sit for a bit and then leave." This was

Qu Yan's first time alone with Cao Shan, and seeing his cloth bag, she could imagine what he had been doing in the room earlier, making her feel a little uneasy.

"Coffee it is then," Cao Shan poured a packet of instant coffee into a cup, brewed it, handed it to Qu Yan, and then sat down on the stool next to her.

Qu Yan gently blew on the steam rising from the cup, took a small sip, and then asked, "How did the job interview go?"

"Not good, it felt really bad. I never expected the job market to be like that," Cao Shan complained.

"We all found our jobs there. Don't be discouraged. You have to find something suitable that will earn you money. Don't rush,"

Qu Yan comforted him.

"By the way, how's it going where you are? What's the job like there?" Cao Shan asked.

"Where we are, it's very simple. We run a telephone directory, which is basically a phone book. We provide company information for free. As long as a company agrees to publish it, we go and deliver the book," Qu Yan explained.

"Give it away for free? Aren't your phone books priced at several hundred yuan? Aren't you losing money big?" Cao Shan asked.

"Ha, who does business at a loss? The cost of a book isn't much. The main thing is that giving away books is a great excuse to meet clients, and once you meet them, you get the opportunity to get them to advertise," Qu Yan said with a smile.

"That must be tiring, right? And mentally taxing," Cao Shan said, pursing his lips.

"For college graduates like us, how can we expect to find a good job right away? We just have to take it one step at a time."

Qu Yan told Cao Shan about her work for a while, mentioning how most clients were indifferent when meeting them, and how she would get yelled at on the phone. This made Cao Shan even more discouraged. If this was the kind of work he was doing in Beijing, he might as well go back to his hometown, where at least he wouldn't have to put up with all that.

"How much do you two earn a month now?" This was the question Cao Shan was most concerned about.

Qu Yan was a little embarrassed upon hearing this. "Not much, a little over 2000 yuan for both of us. I can get orders every month, even the smallest one earns me 400 yuan. As for Haibo... I'm not sure."

This amount greatly exceeded Cao Shan's expectations. "So little? Can you two keep this up?"

"We'll be frugal. If things go well, we can save 200 or 300 yuan a month. Little by little, it adds up." Qu Yan was quite optimistic.

Hearing that Cui Haibo was not as good as her, Cao Shan felt a little uneasy. In school, he was the most handsome guy on campus, and he wouldn't even look at girls who weren't good enough. Now that he was down on his luck, he found Qu Yan increasingly appealing. Tall, sexy, and dignified, she was truly a woman who could grace a formal occasion and also please a lecherous man. She said, "I didn't expect Haibo to be supporting you, but you're supporting him instead."

Qu Yan saw through Cao Shan's little scheme and couldn't help but chuckle. This handsome young man was actually jealous of Haibo now. What was he up to? She said, "It's not a matter of who supports whom. In business, I'm just lucky, and he's very hardworking. He pursued me for a long time in school, and I only agreed to be with him after graduation not because I wanted a companion, but because I thought he was reliable and hardworking. Although he's not that smart, I believe he will succeed in the future. Since becoming his girlfriend, I've decided that she's the one for me."

Hearing Qu Yan say this, Cao Shan felt quite disappointed. Spoiled since childhood, he couldn't handle any setbacks, not even minor ones.

"By the way, how are things going between you and Zhang Ning?" Qu Yan saw Cao Shan's face fall and quickly changed the subject. She thought to herself that Cao Shan was like a child, his emotions always on his face. Such a boy was cute, but ultimately, he couldn't withstand any real hardship.

"Oh, you could say we've broken up, but it's not really a breakup either," Cao Shan said listlessly.

"What kind of talk is that?" Qu Yan said with a slightly coquettish tone.

"It's just that we're contacting each other less and less. It's hard to call, and we don't have an address for letters. Basically, it's just me and her communicating one-way. But given my current situation, there's really nothing to say." Thinking of Zhang Ning, Cao Shan felt a pang of pain, not from the immediate pain of separation, but from the fact that he couldn't see a future where he could bring her happiness.

"It's better that we've broken up. Fate is unpredictable." Qu Yan paused, seemingly gathering her thoughts, before speaking seriously to Cao Shan. "Cao Shan, you've always been a very excellent young man, full of youthful vigor and single. Actually, some things… I can understand, but I don't recommend or like what you're doing. The bathroom is so close; if…

…they find out, it won't be good for anyone, don't you think?" Qu Yan subtly tried to avoid hurting Cao Shan's pride.

Cao Shan's face flushed red, utterly ashamed. He knew Qu Yan had discovered him spying on her while she showered! How embarrassing! Cao Shan felt utterly despicable. He had always thought he was irresistible, that girls would flock to him with just a nod. But today, Qu Yan had taught him a lesson. In her eyes, he was just a frivolous, gloomy, voyeuristic, and arrogant little boy who didn't know how to work hard. Cao Shan didn't dare look Qu Yan in the eye, only nodding slightly.

Qu Yan stood up, sighed, and said, "Cao Shan, I really want to be your friend. I hope you'll listen to what I say. When we're together, isn't it about encouraging and supporting each other? Okay, thank you for your hospitality. Haibo will be back soon. I'll go out and greet him. Goodbye."

Cao Shan lit a cigarette, stood in the corridor, leaned on the iron railing, and watched Qu Yan go downstairs and walk away. Her tall, strong figure, her thick, white legs, and her plump buttocks—she was damn attractive! Unfortunately, this woman didn't belong to Cao Shan, nor to the migrant workers from other places who had been eyeing her greedily along the way.

In the distance, the setting sun bathed the trees and streets in a golden glow. A red and white bus pulled into the station, and people getting off work disembarked. Some headed home, others went to the market. Soon, Haibo, Quyan, and Jianguo returned together, chatting and laughing, carrying some groceries. Cao Shan looked at the three of them and thought, "It's good to have a job. At least they feel fulfilled, unlike me, who always feels like a useless person.

" "Cao Shan," Hou Jianguo called up to him from downstairs. "I'll show you my cooking skills later, we'll have a big meal."

The four of them busied themselves, and a sumptuous meal was prepared. Haibo fried an egg, Quyan made sweet and sour pork ribs, Jianguo made braised ribbonfish, and Cao Shan symbolically fried a peanut, which he burned.

"Come on, fill it up. We're all away from home, especially Cao Shan, who's still unemployed. We should give him some warmth. Cheers!" Jianguo filled everyone's glasses with Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor), raised his glass, and drank it all in one gulp.

"Ugh," Jianguo frowned but grinned, seemingly enjoying himself. He picked up a piece of fish and asked Cao Shan, "Cao Shan, how was the job fair today?"

"Damn, don't even mention it," Cao Shan said, stuffing a piece of pork rib into his mouth. "I must say, this pork rib is really authentic, it tastes a bit like home." He glanced at Qu Yan, who didn't react at all, but instead leaned happily on Hai Bo's shoulder, smiling. Cao Shan, feeling awkward, said, "What kind of job market was that? It was all market, no talent. It was like a pigsty, people packed together like sardines."

"Look, even our star student knows how cold society is now," Haibo teased. He didn't necessarily see any romantic interest in Cao Shan's girlfriend, but since Cao Shan, the school's music star, was now with them, and Qu Yan was the only woman, Haibo, as her boyfriend, would be wary.

Jian Guo said, "It's okay, everyone has to take this step. Let me tell you, Yonghe Temple isn't a good place; there aren't any good companies there. There's a job fair at Zhongshan Park this Sunday; go there. Oh, by the way, you don't have a suit, do you?

Go to the zoo on Saturday and get one, and while you're at it, go to Xizhimen and buy a used phone—it's a must-have for the workplace, don't take it lightly." "Okay," Cao Shan replied blankly. He was starting to hate Beijing. He didn't want to live like this, but he had no choice. He'd already spent most of the money his father had given him, and he didn't want to end up packing his bags and going home in a sorry state—that would be the biggest failure!

On Saturday, Jian Guo took Cao Shan to buy clothes, including a nearly new iPhone 5110i. This phone had only been on the market for six months. Cao Shan liked that it had interchangeable colored cases, easy-to-use controls, was cheap, and had Chinese input.

Back at their place, they first called home, then Zhang Ning, giving her their phone number. Jian Guo then taught him how to tie a tie and how to phrase things during a job interview. They went to bed at 10 PM. Tomorrow would be a battle where only success was possible.

Cao Shan lay in bed, fiddling with his phone, dialing Qu Yan's number. He thought for a moment, then changed Qu Yan's name to "Big Butt, Big Thick Legs."

He couldn't sleep.

She couldn't sleep either.

Separated by a wall, Qu Yan stared blankly at the ceiling. She was in a high mood today, perhaps because she'd been to Cao Shan's room. The moment Cao Shan opened the door, the man's scent inside made her dizzy. Cao Shan's slender figure was what she liked; Qu Yan was tall and big, and preferred thin men. Cao Shan was her type! She inadvertently noticed the tent pitched between Cao Shan's legs; it was so high, and sticking upwards—it couldn't be small.

Thinking of this, Qu Yan pressed her thick legs, which were wrapped around the blanket, even tighter. She saw Cao Shan's black cloth bag and figured he must have been up to no good in the house. Zhang Ning was home, and he was alone—a young man full of vigor—his libido must be incredibly high. Unlike Hai Bo lying beside her, who, after having her body, seemed as comfortable as a middle-aged man, wanting more but unable to perform.

She had considered being Hai Bo's girlfriend for a long time before agreeing, but even the most careful plans can go awry. She never imagined that Hai Bo, who had always maintained a gentlemanly demeanor while pursuing her, would be so impotent in that area.

Haibo was Qu Yan's first man. The first night after moving here was also her first time with Haibo. That night, she felt a vague sense of unsatisfaction. Haibo's penis was very small; it would get stuck at the entrance, unable to go in or out. She had heard at school that girls with big mouths also had big vaginas, and she thought it might be because her vaginal opening was too big, but Haibo's was indeed too small, not even as big as her finger.

Moreover, he lasted too short, only 2 or 3 minutes before he couldn't hold back, finishing quickly before she even had an orgasm. They had been together for almost a month, and Qu Yan had never experienced even one moment of satisfaction from Haibo. Every time, her desire would just rise before Haibo's limp penis would knock her to the ground.

Her experience with sex went from anticipation to endurance to fear to despair. She thought back to the moment Cao Shan opened the door that afternoon. His thin body evoked a feeling of pity in her, and the little tent—no, the big tent—that made her blush was much larger than Haibo's, even with just a casual glance.

"Sigh," Qu Yan sighed softly in the darkness. The moonlight from the window shone on her fair skin, making her sharp features resemble a Greek goddess. She felt a fire burning in her lower abdomen, while her private parts were already overflowing with desire. She gently ran her hand along her thick pubic hair, down to between her legs, feeling the slippery, sticky labia.

Tonight, her libido was exceptionally high. She had showered early, and when she returned to her room, she found Hai Bo already asleep. She tried to coax him, to be affectionate, using all her strength to get him to sleep with her, but he showed no interest. Perhaps it was because he had no interest in her, but it was disheartening. Qu Yan even abandoned her reserve and offered to give him oral sex, but the little thing remained stubbornly unresponsive, like a wilted eggplant. She was discouraged once again.

Qu Yan turned her head and glanced at Hai Bo, who was snoring loudly. She placed one hand on her full breasts, her long, white legs slightly parted, and rubbed her vulva with her other hand, making gentle movements. She closed her eyes, fantasizing about her previous lovemaking with Haibo, but nothing came of it. When the image of Cao Shan appeared in her mind, she felt a warm sensation deep inside her vagina, a tightening and aching sensation, and a continuous flow of vaginal fluid.

She bit the blanket, her thick legs clamping it tightly, but the itching sensation grew stronger and stronger.

Qu Yan finally went to the bathroom, turned on the tap, and rinsed her fair, tall body. When she drew the shower curtain, she deliberately pulled it a little closer to the window frame, leaving a sizable gap. Leaning against the wall, her legs were already weak with excitement. Qu Yan spread her snow-white, thick legs and inserted two fingers into her dripping vulva, digging and probing forcefully. Her other hand grasped her full breasts, kneading them with a competitive force.

She glanced out the window every now and then, hoping to catch a glimpse of that small mirror reflecting the light and a pair of greedy eyes, but there was nothing there. Qu Yan regretted what she had said to Cao Shan that afternoon. If Cao Shan were spying on her now, she would be even more excited. She would brazenly spread her legs wide, completely exposing her private parts to the mirror, demonstrating every step of her masturbation to him.

If Cao Shan, this hot-blooded young man, couldn't resist her teasing and rushed in, Qu Yan thought, she would struggle, she would resist, but she wouldn't scream. She hoped that in the quiet of the night, the two of them could finish this erotic dream, like being in a dream, half-real, half-illusion, and at worst, pretend it never happened. She loved Cao Shan's body and his swollen crotch so much. What was even more deadly was that she knew Cao Shan also cherished her tall, large body. Qu Yan knew that the type of person he liked must be the opposite of her own. The skinny Cao Shan must love her the most—tall, strong, with a big butt and big breasts.

"Mmm..." Qu Yan bit her lip, letting out a soft, intoxicating moan. Then, her wide, shapely hips thrust wildly, causing her large buttocks and breasts to tremble violently. She had reached orgasm—just like after every time she made love with Hai Bo, she released her surging desire in this way.

After regaining her senses, Qu Yan looked at her soaking wet body and couldn't help but smile bitterly to herself, feeling a pang of self-reproach for her earlier emotional infidelity. She had already entrusted her life to Hai Bo, and Cao Shan was just a handsome but dangerous young man. For the sake of her future, the integrity and happiness of her family, it was best not to eat this dangerous apple; she should keep her distance.

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